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henry7931 Ā· 18 hours ago
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Head Swap Shorts
Borrowing My Sonļæ½ļæ½ļæ½s Body
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Dan:
After I broke my leg, I wasnā€™t sure how I was going to make dinner for the family this year for big get together. Luckily, my son Sam had a great idea! Just borrow his body to get the job done.
So now I have Samā€™s young body while heā€™s laying in my bed with mine on. The only thing that keeps throwing me off is how much I like having his body.
I feel weird to even think it but my sonā€™s fit and it seems to get turned by the littlest of things. I really forgot what itā€™s like having a body this age Iā€™ve had a boner all day long and I donā€™t really know what to do about it.
And now that Iā€™m done cooking and the family shouldnā€™t be here for a couple more hoursā€¦ I guess I can take care of it real quick?
So I went inside and went upstairs to check on Sam first. I carefully cracked the door to peak inside just in case heā€™s asleepā€” and to my surprise I see Sam literally jerking off and playing with my dick!!!
I almost said something but hey! I might as well do the same with his body.
So I headed to his room and stripped off all of his clothes. I looked down at my sonā€™s perky junk and without any hesitation I started playing with it.
I start stroking his junk faster and faster. But in a matter of minutes, cum squirts out!
I clean off his body and walk to my room. This time I just walked right in.
Sam must of just finished up because he still had my dick out and was covered in my cum.
ā€œShit! Dad!!ā€
ā€œHey bud! Having fun in here?,ā€ I say winking at him.
ā€œUmmā€¦ yeah, sorry! This is isnā€™t what it looks like!ā€
ā€œListen son, itā€™s okay! I just finished up doing the same thing. Although, yours didnā€™t last that long. I wanted to see if we can stay like this until tomorrow.ā€
ā€œWow! Are you sure?ā€
ā€œYeah! Iā€™m enjoying your body and it seems like youā€™re enjoying mine.ā€
I look down at my older dick and grinned at it.
Sam began to laugh and said, ā€œyeah I like your body a lot. We can stay like this as long as you want dad.ā€
ā€œThanks son!ā€
Teddy
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Christian:
Oh shit! I donā€™t know what to do. Here stands my uncle Cameronā€™s body withy freaking childhood teddy bear attached it. I was playing around with a couple of spells when he walked in and then this happened ā€¦
The weird part is his head isnā€™t communicating at all and yet it seems like the teddy bear is in control of his body.
I watched as the teddy bear feels up and down his new hairy arms down his new chest all the way to his legs thighsā€¦ he gets to my uncleā€™s junk and generally pats at it.
I watch as he tries to navigate his shorts he had on and gently peels them back. He put one of my uncleā€™s hands into his pants and begins peeing around.
ā€œ hey can you hear me?ā€ I asked the bear.
He stops for a second almost like he was looking up at me.
ā€œSo you can hear me,ā€ I say to him.
He walks towards me and I feel a little nervous. I wasnā€™t sure what he was gonna do, but then he embraces me into a giant hug.
Not gonna lie it feels kinda good having my uncleā€™s big strong lawn wrapped around me. My uncle and I are very different. Heā€™s a very stereotypical straight man, but one thing I would never actually admit is my attraction to his body.
I feel the teddy bear began to explore my body like he just did my uncles.
He gets to my bulge and begins to fondle out a bit. I taken my surroundings and realize it is just us in the room.
So I begin to fondle his junk as well.
We both eventually pull off our shorts. Standing close together, slowly, jerking each other off.
I begin to play with his nipples. I even put one in my mouth which is causes him to squirm a bit. I pull his body in for a tight hug. A rock hard dicks are rubbing up against each others. I squeeze his hairy ass.
He even does the same to me and then he does something that surprises me. I feel him insert one of my uncleā€™s fingers into my hole.
He does it so carefully, and if I didnā€™t know any better I think heā€™s done this before.
I say to him, ā€œ letā€™s go to the room.ā€
I lead him to my uncleā€˜s bedroom and we both hop into bed.
I climb on top of him and make my way down to his dick. Itā€™s a beautiful dick, thick and long complemented by a big hairy bush and big hairy balls.
I run my tongue from the head of it down to his ball sack. I get his dick, nice and wet before I get directly on top of it.
He helps me ease it into my hole. Itā€™s just so tight getting in. But once we get going, he begins to start thrusting back-and-forth on me.
Moaning loudly and heā€™s using his hands to gently play with my cock.
Iā€™m nearly screaming and our bodies are sweaty, and we canā€™t stop touching each other all over.
I turned my head around and I look at my uncleā€™s big hairy, stinky feet. I wanna suck on his toes so bad but I donā€™t wanna stop this moment.
ļæ¼ I watch his toes wiggle from excitement and it sends me over the edge. Heā€™s thrusting in me faster and faster. Heā€™s even going harder. I canā€™t take anymore, but somehow in the same time I cum and I feel his dick pour loads into my hole.
I looked down at my uncleā€˜s cum cover chest and I pull his dick out of me. His dick is still leaking and I even get a taste of it.
I turn around and lay back to my face or directly next to his feet. They take a big with his feet smell like a dirty gym. He just got back from a run earlier when he first walked in, and I realized he wasnā€™t even wearing socks.
I run my tongue up and down his soul. I realize itā€™s tickling the teddy bear a little bit.
A kiss each of his toes before I crawl my way back up. I feel him wrap his arm around me and I lean into my uncles chest.
I look up at the teddy bear and I say, ā€œ do you want to stay this way forever?ā€
He gives me a thumbs up.
ā€œOkay but we will have to work on your head. Itā€™s cute but it will freak people out,ā€ I say to him.
He pulls me in tighter and I can feel his fingers running up and down my back. Soon I fell asleep in his arms.
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Two weeks later, Ted, which is what I like to call him now and I have gotten really close. Heā€™s very smart and all they canā€™t speak. He does write to me.
I wanna show him so much, but I need to figure out how to change his head. I may be getting close in my spell book, but I want to be 100% sure.
So for now, me and Ted will just stay in the house. Honestly, itā€™s fine by me because the sex is amazing.
Coconut Head
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Kent:
On vacation and something very strange happened to my older cousin. He was walking out back from the beach when all of a sudden a coconut fell off of a tree. It was so powerful that it knocked off his head and landed right on its shoulders.
I tried to help him pull it off, but it wonā€™t move. We even took him to the hospital and they said just be patient. The coconut is on his neck so tight, but it will eventually loosen up. They said it could take weeks or even over a month.
So now Iā€™m having to spend a lot of time taking care of my cousinā€™s body and his head.
Although itā€™s nice is if he does get a little sassy or bossy with me can always just leave his head in another room.
But whatā€™s been really fun is while his head is away I get to explore his sexy body. My cousin is super hot and super ripped. I donā€™t even mind the coconut me and them because it lets me do whatever I want.
Iā€™ll leave his head in another bedroom at night, which just leaves me in his body alone together. Iā€™ll stay up all night, smelling and licking his pit and feet. Sucking off his cock licking his hole. Iā€™ve even taught his body how to jerk me off and how to give a good foot job.
Iā€™m not gonna lie I kind of hope the coconut gets stuck forever. Heā€™s really talented with my cousinā€™s toes and heā€™s a great cuddler at night.
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thepachy Ā· 2 days ago
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Some little wips
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Just a very quick sketch/redraw of old Jacob now that i have tge perfect muse
Honestly i have no idea in which canon or au this is, like who survived, did the dep came or anything. Idk probably just the main old au
(the big spaces itā€™s because itā€™s missing parts)
In the new world. Joseph, the Father of what was once a big family walked to a distant place, away from his own garden, in the remaining mountains of the old Hope county
The old man walked to a sort of cabin, build by the two men he came seek for a possible help. He looked around at the porch, the little garden, some dog houses here and there. Rustic but they made it their home. Joseph continued his way toward the side of the house to where he saw one of the men. Still thin but looking healthier, with a kind of mullet like his younger days. There, trying to paint with some rudimentary paint he made. The old Father walked closer and let out a little greeting. "Oh ? Joseph ?" The man turned and gave him a little smile. The man was older, his burned marks still there but healed after so many years. They were placed at the same spots as his partner and the similarities made Joseph smile. All the more so as, as he grew older, the old painterā€™s beard became ginger. What was a little spot few years ago, grew to almost all his chin.
E- What is this visit worth, dear ?
J -i wanted to come visit you two. Itā€™s been a while
-yeahā€¦ a while. so howā€™s the others ? In your new Eden ?
-itā€™s going well. My son can be difficult sometimes but one day heā€™ll grow in maturity, Iā€™m sure
-Ethan ? The very few times i saw this one he looked like a little troublemaker
-sure he can beā€¦ and how are you ? You two areā€¦ pretty nice here uh ?
-yeah we sure are. Jacob really managed to build our own little Eden
-i see it. And where is The man ?
-oh, him ? Hunting our dinner with his pack
-his pack ? What did i missed ?
-well, while you were rebuilding your family and new Eden, the old man decided to uhā€¦ return to his experiences
-the judges ?
-yeah kinda but no. He made a bond with a little pack, raising them and all. Truly impressive if i wasnā€™t the one having to clean their mess
-i see you still pain ?
-yeah i try to do with what i have. Try making my own paint and yeah try to paint with the fingers i have left
-ohā€¦ what happened to these ?
-these ? A trap. Or maybe a wolf, i donā€™t remember well. Oh but look whoā€™s finally here !"
Here came the mountain man in all his glory. The old wolf came from the woods with his little pack and a buck on his shoulders. He looked stronger, well fed like if he was scared he had to eat someone else. The old age made him hairier and loose his colors, more grey and white but some ginger hair were still visible. He aged well, we could say.
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E- Joseph we told you that we both decided to quit all this a while ago. So weā€™re no-
Ja- Iā€™m still the one deciding here in case you forgot ! I told you that if you needed something Iā€™ll still be there okay ?
Jo- i appreciate brother.
E- but we-
Ja- we will find a solution okay ?
E- okay. Whatever you do, Iā€™ll follow you
Ja- i know, honeyā€¦
Jo- Listen brother, i just want you to come check us as you rarely do it and by the way help us find a way for the security
Ja- the security ?
Jo- yes. Recently, strangers came to steal things and i refuse to letā€™s them harm my family
E- yeah itā€™s true being pacifist doesnā€™t really help in that, uh ?
Jo- no. So i just want you to come and maybe help me find a better solution, okay ?
Ja- ā€¦. Fine
Jo- thank you broth-
Ja- BUT. My husband and I will com-
E- wait wow! Husband ?
Ja- what now ?
E- so we spent almost 10 years here alone without doing nothing about this because you didnā€™t wanted to make any celebration and then your brother comes and you say weā€™re husbands just like that ?!
Ja- ā€¦ surprise ? Anyway, so weā€™ll come with you, find a solution then come back to our Eden. Understood ?
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Jo- thank you very much my chil-
E- Donā€™t. Donā€™t call me like that.
Jo- ā€¦ excuse meā€¦
E- Iā€™ll go prepare this buck and clean the pack. Give me thisā€¦ and uh, do your things.
Ja- thanks honeyā€¦
ā€¦
Jo- so heā€™s still angry at me uh ?ā€¦ with how he greeted me earlier, i though maybe he-
Ja- you know heā€™ll never forgive you, Joseph.
Jo- ā€¦ i can understand
Ja- you canā€™t. Youā€™re not the one who spent 6 years locked in the same bunker as him, seeing how he hated himself for all the things we had done and forced him to do. Youā€™re not the one who had to see his guilt for keeping me alive, literally eating himself alive.
-brother i know how hard it was
-listen. I decided to sacrifice a lot okay. Just like you and just like my man sacrificed everything to keep me on this earth, thatā€™s why i took the hard decision to move away from youā€¦ so weā€™ll come to help you and the others because theyā€™re still part of the family but youā€™re little trick to bring us back to your flock will not work, you hear me ? I finally have another reason to live other than war so Iā€™ll not let you put me in another one.
-ā€¦ fine. You help me and my Eden then Iā€™ll leave you to yours
-good.
ā€¦
now come inside and stay for the night but quickly. Before the pack start eating our dinner
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Thatā€™s it for now !
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xxfaithlynxx Ā· 2 days ago
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Hugs and Hospital Beds
Pairing: Sylus x f!(Named)OC; Rafayel x f!(Named)OC; Xavier x f!(Named)OC; Zayne x f!(Named)OC
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Chapter 9:
Ā Ā Ā SYLUS
Iā€™d showered in Zayneā€™s ensuite bathroom that stood attached to his office and was now sitting on the couch he had in there with my head in my hands, elbows braced against my knees. Dressed in some too small fitting cream outfit that Zayne had handed off to me. He was wide in the shoulders like I was, but the length of the pants and the tightness I felt behind me shoulders made me think that if I made any kind of wrong move, the entire shirt would tear down the center.
Scrubbing my fingers over my face, I looked up at the far wall closest to the office door. Rafayel and Xavier were sat on the floor, backs against the wall. Rafā€™s head lolled off to the side, eyes shut, and lips partially parted, resting against Xavierā€™s shoulder, where the blonde had his arms braced across his chest, his head tilted back against the wall while he also slept.
Zayne was not in the room; heā€™d mentioned something about going to check on her while he had a free moment. Word of theĀ ā€˜attackā€™Ā at the club known asĀ The TombĀ had spread since our arrival. I had seen the look Zayne had thrown at me when heā€™d gotten off the phone about dozens of bodies coming in for examination. An unfamiliar guilt had spread through my chest when I thought about some of the victimsā€¦ how my hands had torn their hearts clean from their chests, how their blood had marred my fingers, my palms.
This form of guilt had been more common since I had met Era, and I had no idea why. I had been dead set on my lifestyle prior, so whyĀ now? Why was I feeling guiltyĀ nowĀ of all times? Why was it that when I looked at my hands, I could still see the faces of those who had been within their grip? Why was it that even after having washed my hands, all I wanted to do was go back into that bathroom and scrub. Scrub the filth of this lifestyle away?Ā I have gone softā€¦ havenā€™t I, but is that such a terrible thing?
I shifted on the couch, hissing through my teeth when the fabric at my thighs pinched, painfully. Zayne had taken my clothes, saying he would get them cleaned; Iā€™d told him to just toss them, Iā€™d just get some new ones, but the stubborn ox of a man had refused and left with them. I leaned back against the backrest of the sofa once I felt more comfortable, reaching over absentmindedly, I lifted my phone off the cushion at my left and brought the screen up to my face, it lit up and I navigated to Luke and Keiranā€™s contact tab, with my thumb, I tapped theĀ callĀ button and brought the receiver end up to my ear, listening to the soft noises of the ringing before a click and Lukeā€™s voice.
ā€œBoss?ā€
ā€œI need clothes brought to Akso Hospital. Cardiac ward, office two-b, sooner rather than later. It doesnā€™t maā€”ā€ I thought about that for a half a second, ā€œActually, make sure its something comfortable.ā€
ā€œGot it.ā€Ā A pause, and then,Ā ā€œWhy are you in the hospital, boss?ā€
ā€œWe found her, we had to bring her here.ā€ There was both a rising feeling of panic and relief in my chest as I said the words. Was an interesting, and heady combination of emotions to have at once. There was a gasp on the other end of the line, and I heard Luke pass off the information to his brother before a shuffling sound as he brought the phone back to his ear.
ā€œIs boss maā€™am, okay?ā€
There lay the dilemma. ā€œWeā€™re waiting.ā€ Two simple little words, and I felt them within my soul. Prickling their way deeper inside of my heart like quills tipped with poison.
ā€œGot it. Weā€™ll be there soon.ā€Ā I nodded, not that he could see me, before hanging up the phone and dropping it back to my side. They were young, those two, but dependable.
I closed my eyes as I let my mind wander back to when Zayne and I had gotten to the hospital. Zayne was rushed in, he was already tearing off the coat of his suit, some people tossed me a cursory glance, eyes wide and murmurs low as they took in my bloodied clothes, now dried into the fabric after the drive. Not that I cared, I followed dutifully behind, wanting only to know if she were alright, if she was alive and if I could see her.
ā€œSkye, hereā€™s the key to my office, thereā€™s a bathroom with a shower, Iā€™ll find you when I have more information.ā€ Heā€™d thrust a little silver key into my hand. The little piece of metal has stunned me, in a world as advanced as ours had gotten- material keys were exceedingly rare, so to be handed one, feel its weight against my palm, had put me into a minor stupor. On top of the heavy levels of stress I was feeling after the nightā€™s events.
ā€œSir?ā€ I blinked and turned to find a young women dressed in white, a nurse, I realized had come up to stand at my right. She had cropped bangs that slanted off to the right side of her face, soft brown doe-like eyes, a button nose, and a kind smile. The white head cover that resembled a headscarf covered her auburn hair. When she confirmed she had my attention, I watched as she smiled a little brighter, but I could see a worry like my own in those brown eyes as she gestured with her free hand. I guess I was to follow her, so I did. She must know Eraā€¦. Could this be Yvonne? Zayneā€™s secretary and the nurse who took care of Era while she was in the hospital after her spinal accident. She must be.
I followed her through two different wings of the hospital, passed the cafeteria and its wide-open layout, up two different flights of stairs, passed room after room. Patient after patient. Doctor and nurse alike. How big was this hospital? As a personal preference, I hated hospitals. They didnā€™t smell good. Like death, antiseptic and cleaner.
We passed an empty reception desk, the phone ringing and blinking from several different lines. She led me to what I could only assume was Zayneā€™s office door before she stood back and allowed me to pass, as I did, I heard her lowered tone as she spoke, ā€œIf she means as much to you as I think she doesā€¦ when she comes out of this, Iā€™m counting on you to care for her, and Zayne. He wonā€™t be able to manage this very well on his own.ā€ The amount of care in her voice had me stood in place, half holding the door ajar, half looking over my shoulder down at her. Her eyes were glassy as she hugged a clipboard to her chest, her face was downcast, and her cheeks flushed. Sheā€™s trying not to cryā€¦.
ā€œI will.ā€ I could only promise her before she looked up at me again.
ā€œSheā€™s been in and out of this hospital so oftenā€¦ ever since the accident with the building collapsingā€¦ sheā€™s been in a bad place, butā€¦ at some point, she seemed better, happier. She smiled more, and nowā€¦ sheā€™s back in here after yet anotherā€”ā€ She paused as she suddenly sucked in a breath and turned her face away from me, barring her teeth to keep from breaking down, ā€œI donā€™t want to see that girl go through this bullshit anymore. She deserves so much more than the pain that sheā€™s gone through.ā€ I was frozen in place, this girlā€¦ this random girl from Eraā€™s life, showing how much she cared, how much she loved the love of my life, my one and only love, showed me that not all humans were vile beings.
After having gotten to know Zayne, Rafayel and even Xavier these last several months, Iā€™d had an inkling that humanity wasnā€™t as soured as I thoughtā€¦ but this one woman, this one insignificant pawn in Eraā€™s life shattered the remaining ice that encrusted my soul. I released the door and did something that even I wasnā€™t expecting myself to do for a stranger, I pulled her little frame against me and hugged her. It wasnā€™t an enthusiastic hug, it didnā€™t mean the same thing as it did when I hugged Era, noā€¦ this was for comfort.
ā€œThank you.ā€ I said to the space above her head, sheā€™d made a shocked noise from the hug, but soon settled into it before pulling away, another soft smile in place as she looked up at me.
ā€œNo need to thank me, Era is an incredibly special girl. She may not think she does, after all this time, but she does deserve to feel loved and be loved. I love her like a sister, and I wish only for her happiness. As you do, I can only assume.ā€ She paused and took a deep breath before half turning away and taking a single step, ā€œā€¦justā€¦ promise me, you wonā€™t give up on her.ā€
She didnā€™t give me time to respond before she hurried her way back to the way weā€™d come and disappeared down the staircase at the end of the hall.
As Zayneā€™s office ceiling came back into focus, I could feel the prickling sensations at the corners of my eyes, alongside the heat.Ā That girl is so lovedā€¦ and not just by us. So many care about herā€¦ we need to help her see that.Ā Sitting upright again, my gaze shifted to the two men still seated against the floor along the far wall. Xavierā€™s head had rolled off the wall and his cheek lay against the soft purple of Rafayelā€™s hair. The image they made wasā€¦ for lack of a better word, cute.
None of us would give up on her, none of us had. Knowing Xavier had tried to be there for herĀ sinceĀ the accident, been there when she fell evenā€¦. Rafayel as well, in his own way, had been there for her, even though for the longest time she only saw him as a job. Zayne, the one whoā€™d been around her the longest, and had also been the one she kept the most from, from her past in a way to keep him from worrying.
For someone who thought she was nothing but selfish, and unlovable. Sheā€™d proved on more than one occasion that she wasnā€™t those things at all. Her kind heart, the golden heart of hearts was her ultimate weapon, and yetā€¦ sheā€™d been decompressed into a whisp of a girl. Believing the ideas, rumors and lies of the people whoā€™d done nothing but be jealous of her, even in her apartment when sheļæ½ļæ½d gone to talk with Xavier after realizing what she was to us, how she feltā€¦ and Melina had gotten in the way.
I felt a grumble waft up my throat upon thinking about that Hunter girl. Iā€™d almost made a mistake, having simply wanted that aether core in her heart by almost getting close to her, flirting with her to get close, but then Iā€™d met Era as Iā€™d walked out of that cafĆ© and everything changed, thinking back on it now, maybe I shouldā€™ve just taken it when I had the chance, but that simmering guilt that still lingered slapped my hand for thinking it. Useless death, even as unhinged as sheā€™d become over her obsession with Xavier and then Eraā€¦ the little pest didnā€™t deserve to have her young life snuffed out like that.Ā There were other Aether Coresā€¦ and, if she just so happens to go by some other means, thatā€™s just free game.
Lifting my left arm off the cushion of the couch, I peaked at my watch.Ā 6:11 AM. Weā€™d been here for more than nine hours, and we havenā€™t heard anything.Ā Where is that popsicleā€¦.
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ā€œAre you sure?ā€ I flipped the page of her charts for the nth time, trying to allow my brain to decipher what it said, only for my vision to begin swimming. ā€œAre there any other tests we could do?ā€
ā€œZayneā€¦ other than keep an eye on her, believe me when I sayā€¦ IĀ wishĀ there was more we could do. We barely have a grasp on whatā€™s causing these readings.ā€ Greyson sighed, scrubbing a tired hand over his face while he took the clipboard from my trembling hands. ā€œWe know sheā€™s physically fine, aside from some minor blood loss from over taxing her evol, sheā€™s healthy.ā€
ā€œSheā€™s comatose, Greyson.ā€ I whipped my head to throw a glare at the man, as helpful as heā€™d been, I wasnā€™t in the mood to be placated by this. Yes, she was healthyā€¦ but if she were truly healthy, sheā€™d beĀ awake.
ā€œHow often in the past have there been comatose patients with no conclusive data or reasoning behind how they remained or even entered that state, Zayne. Far too many to count, and nowā€¦ as sad as it is, sheā€™s now among that list.ā€ He took a deep breath before resting a hand on my shoulder, ā€œJustā€¦ be here for her. I have a feeling thatā€™s what she needs from you right now. You and I both know whatā€™s sheā€™s been through.ā€Ā Too much for a single person to manage aloneā€¦.
ā€œCall meā€¦ ifĀ anythingĀ changes.ā€ I sighed before taking a seat in the chair next to her bed. Not bothering or caring to see if Greyson had heard me before he left the room. She looked so fragile, like glass. Like sheā€™d shatter if she even breathed the wrong way. Tubes and lines were being fed into her from every angle.Ā Healthy my assā€¦. Iā€™d been taken off the roster for her care when Greyson had seen how agitated I was when I saw her.Ā Valid.
How many times in her lifetime would this woman flatline? Greyson said she had twice more while he checked her out after the boys got her in. Iā€™d had a word with the nurse whoā€™d Xavier initially hadĀ triedĀ to garner attention from for proper care. If I had my way, she wouldā€™ve been let go on the spot. A receptionist had duties, chatting on the phone with her friend and ignoring potential patients was not professional. Reaching out, I slid my right hand under Eraā€™s, trying not to jostle it too much with the IV taped to the thin skin of the back of her hand. Iā€™d made the women cry, and Greyson had pulled me aside before things could get any uglier than it already was.
My eyes narrowed as I watched the machines breathing for her, the beeping of the patient monitor. The display screen, large and easily legible blipped in time with her heart rate. The rate itself was lower than I wouldā€™ve liked, but now, I couldnā€™t do anythingā€¦ not that I could even if IĀ wasĀ able to give her the proper amount of care that IĀ wantedĀ to.
Ā Greysonā€™s words came back to mind as I sat there, listening to the artificial breaths, the beeping of her heart, and seeing the soft rise and fall of her chest through the layers of blankets and the soft cotton hospital gown Iā€™d made sure they put her in.Ā ā€˜Just be here for her. I have a feeling thatā€™s what she needs from you right now.ā€™
As I stared at her, I felt my fingers curl through hers, again light enough not to move the needle, but enough that I could feel her fragile warmth against the flesh of my own fingers. ā€œYouā€™re going to give me an arrythmia one day, woman.ā€ I felt a smirk pull at the right corner of my mouth, but it didnā€™t touch my eyes. Not like it did whenever I spoke to her before. Images of her when she was staying with me from the previous year came unbidden to mind, and I felt my chest tighten. How thin she was. How frail sheā€™d become, but stillā€¦ during our little domestic moment, she hadĀ stillĀ tried to makeĀ meĀ smile. Her own happiness be damnedā€¦ sheā€™d nearly slit her own wrists, a moment I would never be able to erase from my mind. I blinked as I felt the heat behind my eyes, the desperation clawing up my throat as I felt my heart thump erratically behind my ribs.
ā€œIĀ canā€™tā€¦Ā canā€™tĀ lose you, Eraā€¦ not again.ā€ The first searing tears fell down my cheeks a second later, a sob working its way up my throat, making my jaw hurt from how much I just wanted to give in to the pain that was spreading throughout my body. ā€œPlease, donā€™t leave meā€¦.ā€ I couldnā€™t hold my head up anymore, and felt the soft surface of the blanket collide with my forehead a moment later, my eyes burning as the tears began falling all on their own.
A sob escaped and I coughed through the tears into the blanket, grinding my teeth I begged my body to stop, but I couldnā€™t. I was so tired of holding my emotions in check. Staying calm, and strait-laced forĀ everyone, for her. Remembering how sheā€™d looked after that building collapse, then after the explosion with Sylusā€¦ and nowĀ this. She wasnā€™t the only one who tried to keep everyone around them happy and not giving a damn about themselves. I was guilty of that on a daily basis.
Weā€™d lost her for what felt like years, and now we had her back, right? She was hereā€¦ and yet.Ā Belamyā€™s word, we had her, butā€¦ did we reallyĀ haveĀ her?Ā I choked on a sob as I lifted my head off the bedside and looked up at her through the unshed tears, warbling her image. We had herĀ physicallyā€¦ but what aboutĀ mentally? What about her soul? We had no idea what Belamy had done to her while he had herā€¦ How stupid could we be, to simply think this was it. That this was usĀ winning.
How do you win against aĀ devil.
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Is it obvious I love it too?! :D Because i LOVE figuring out LORE! :D
I love that NIghtmare aparently OVERCORRECTS which is so fitting for him. The perfectionist sees what he is doing isn't working or wrong? Fine. complete 180. Lets go. No questions asked.
and true. Nightmare i sMUCH older than these guys so for him it works still. The guys eventually get used to the hovering, I bet it take sthem a while to figure out that Nightmare is PARENTING them at this point. Some crisis for the four for that. (horror is horrified to realise HE is the golden child and favourite.. Killer the absolute menace nods and says 'of course you are! You were the latest of us three so you were the baby and the baby is always the favourite.' Horror sputtering "Cross was brought in later!" Killer nods "I know but he was adopted as teenager at least." Cross decides to NOT interfer and become the target. Same for Dust.)
Okay but Horror having had the chance to truly take care of Killer? Of helping him recover because horror knows what it is like? giving horror the chance to better connect wiht killer and for them to bond instead of horrro keeping a distance to the others? it could ahve worked!
Bt i love the idea of Killer having his own thing ina way. He lost a leg but he has a prostetic that he, with the help of dust, upgraded and now there is a gun in there!! (Nightmare is horrified)
Dust and Reaper <3 they are so much fun!
okay the fact that Nightmar enad Reaper already know one another and nightmare tried to get reaper to join his forces. reaper deciding to stay neutral. Not fight against nightmare but also not fight against dream. It fits! and of course Reaper knows about nightmare and how nightmare treats his henchman. (and ouch on the first dust thing. Though i think it is cooler that they only connected with THIS dust. otherwise dust from now may think he is just a replacement for the one they ACTUALLY wanted and lost. So i think that while reaper may have spoken with all of them he really connected with this dust <3) and of course reaper goes home to his lovely wife- I mean boyfriend to talk about the new minions and how one is just very cool and honestly looks adorable and cute but strong!
Geno gently reminding reaper that nightmare doens't take care of his henchman. Reaper asking geno if they can keep him instead. please! Reaper can deliver him here! Geno stops him mostly because geno doesn't want reaper and nightmare to start a war because he does not want to know what a war between DEATH and NEGATIVITY looks like. Reaper is unhappy and mutters about totally being able to kidnape him sneakily and stuff. Geno just tries to talk it out of reapers head (we often talk about dream and nightmare being odd for being gods but REAPER is also a god. Like. The God. Like older and been there longer than either Dream or Nightmare. there is no way that reaper is normal. Sure he kinda is because he spends so much time with mortals and watching them because death but still. There is some stuff off about him. ((there is a reason reaper found it perfectly normal to keep stalking geno and intruding his space the whole time.)) )
But then as you said. the newest batch isn't dying. Reaper starts to stalk them even more and specifically dust. Dust notices but decides against mentioning it. (maybe before it was nightmare who stalked him, making sure he was okay (dust thoguht nightmare was checking to make sure he didn't make a run for it) )
And as you said. Reaper keeps stalking him. Keeps lightly interacting with him. Dust would huff and look annoyed before walking awya. reaper grows actualyl attached. Geno reminds him to not get attached to those working for nightmare but reaper isn't listening and all of his talking and the little things reaper finds out to share with geno about dust makes geno curious.
reaper keeps shooting his shot. sure dust seems angry now but geno also always used to appear angry! So maybe this is just a thing! (geno is hrorified and tries to get reaper to stop harrassing this stranger) ((Oh what a differnece between them here and in newage okay i will stop))
And dust! Dust is a smart cookie. Sure he thought it was a joke at first. a way to taunt him as dust comes clsoe to death relatively often compared to the others (or as you said just being very tired. the whole death tired thing) and reaper will tease him. Mention how he must be flriting with death, so him, to keep pushing himself this far. Dust is annoyed until he one day actually has a close call.
He straight up feels lighter and like disconnect for a moment. The whole light at the tunnel thing. And he is staring and slowly going towards it. Then Reaper distracts him. pretty much demanding his attention. and he stays. stays the whole time. long enough that his team can find him and safe him (maybe he got knocked by a full front attack from ink and launched somewhere else. somewhere stuck or something so it took time for the gang to find him. they had been so worried and finding dust just kncoked out with his HP VERY low did not help)
Dust wakes up at home- he means at the base. in the first aid room with most of him being bandaged. Everythin hurts. but he remembers what happens... and if death realyl wanted him dead... why not claim him then? especially as he hears how long they search for him and how they are thankful he managed to hold on for so long.
them after a hunt. just chilling. Dust having felt that brush of reaper's magic. knowign DAMN well that none of them moved to kill anyone and none of them are actually hurt to be a reason for reaper being there.
and dust just blurts it out "I think death/reaper has a thing for me." becuase the others TOTALLY met reaper as well, nightmare explained to them not to fight or bother reaper as he IS the god of death.
So the gang KNOWS who dust is talking about even if they don't know him personally like nightmare or dust. and OF COURSE Cross nad Killer go to snitch.
Dust is horrified and rushes after them. Don't fucking snitch to dad on him! Stop that!
Nightmare sitting Dust down and asking him what Killer and Cross meant with 'Dsuty said that death is stalking and flirtign with him!'
Dust annoyed as he mentions he didn't say that. but he explains kinda what is going on. wihtout many details because dust is a private person but also if ANYONE knows what a god could want from him and why a god would act this way towards him nightmare would know.
ngihtmare needs time to consider this but in the ends lets it go. mentions that it is fine as long as it doesn't bother or harm dust. Dust nods and goes to search for cross and killer to HUNT THEM DOWN for putting him through this.
Reaper had enough. He wants his beau and second beau to interact and he wants it now! He snatches dust and drops him right by Geno. The fact that dust doesn't even need to chew reaper out as geno does it for him. Geno going OFF about reaper being irresponsible and what if this endagers him and you don't know how nightmare will react to this!
(reaper probbaly figures that either it is fine. or nightmare will try something and reaper will jsut be near to snatch dust agian to keep him permanently! It is fine! he thought it through :D)
and Dust meets reaper and geno. Dust having to check wtih geno what the fuck this all means. geno just like "yeah he is a god. Yes we are a thing. Yes the flirting was serious. No he doens't just flirt with everyone. Yes I am fine with whatever he does."
Dust is in shock. He does not agree to ANYTYPE fof relationship for a wHILE this is weird. he needs time. but i think reaper would start snatching him more often to give the three of them a moment to interact. (geno once mentioned that he misses dust and reaper is gone and moments later he drops dust next to geno. gneo is mortified)
Reaper really just dropped his new BF off and the protective father appeared within SECONDS! Reaper is so lucky that nightmare was distracted by dust or he would have sensed reaper and reaper can see that protective parent vibe just being a thing at this point. oh boy. maybe he should ahve made a move much sooner.
Dust is very confsued about what just happened but as you said he tells it vaguely. Nightmare is VERY unhappy that reaper just snatched one of his boys and nightmare will make sure to tell him that the next time he gets (reaper does not care. he is wingmanning his mate and dust together so that he can also have dust a smate. he has PLANS!)
After a long time i think dust will agree to try dating... a tiny bit. and that is very comfrotable and he just decides to introoduce them as his boyfriends. Reaper is grinning. Nightmare is glaring MURDEROUS at reaper. the gang is amused. geno is just content to be out and about. Dust is n't sure how to feel about this moment but that is his general vibe so nothing new.
something COMPELTELY else. The post you had about the room situation.
I thinnk that after nightmare grows more attached to round four. He starts to regret the other loses more as well. Maybe he sneaks into the old rooms to search for things of all of them. to keep for himself. his own private collection. (a small wooden cat statue. Maybe a finished project or a sketch of one. A small book with notes to help with someones memory. stuff like that.)
Maybe he will offer killer a new room. saying that he should have done this from the beginning and it was unfair to not offer it to him. Killer may or may not take it. on one hand. fucking aweomse. new room that is ACTUALLY is. on the other... even if it were memories of someone elses life. it helped. because he figured out there were mutliples of him here. But all of them had been slightly different from one another. each of them had been their own person. which means that killer is also his own person and that is nice.
and then horror goes to try and get answers. Why does nightmare tell him? the truth? that ngihtmare is tired of being lonely and alone?
Idea-dumping under the cut ig as a distraction!
(Actually this got like... long, so here's some bonus design visuals!)
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So, this is mostly me thinking out-loud about those alt/personal versions of Nightmare's gang.
First establishment: in this version, Nightmare follows the *was* evil but does so poorly with several versions of the group that he decides he's probably the problem and goes searching for answers before finally settling on a few and keeping them alive. (Yes, Nightmare keeps the original 3 sets dust. Most of it was scattered, but the bits he kept all went into an hourglass. He keeps it on a shelf high in his office so no one can turn it over again.)
In this same vein, Dream and Nightmare are battling because Dream believes Nightmare is no longer his younger self and an entirely separate entity. (Is this true? Probably this time? We'll see.) So, Dream has Ink usually on-hand, and has lost a few comrades over the years, Blue being the only one who'd survived to this point. (I think he might've managed to recruit a Color at some point, Night killed both the Color and Killer. Maybe he also recruited a horror of his own, who was executed by the 2nd Dust. Point is, Blue has been around to see these monsters be cycled out and behave different and all die expendable on Night's side, and has lost friends on Dream's side.) Dream nowadays tries to stick to only himself, Ink, and Blue.
So, establishing that, there's the trouble of Nightmare and his mortals.
Nightmare lives in an older Victorian mansion rather than a castle, his domain is an abandoned au set in that time period, where him and his crew have free-reign. (Basically think the streets of London but entirely unoccupied and almost constantly night-time or rainy/dreary/foggy.)
Initially, he used this landscape to torment those he brought to his domain, whether that be chasing a new killer/horror/dust until they were exhausted or bringing au inhabitants back for his men to hunt down and torment for him. It was useful, a lot of left-over objects and items from inhabitants long since dead, and a lot of interesting hiding places. The edges of the au are just a blackness. Eventually there is an invisible wall, and if you reach that, You're easy pickings for Nightmare. he knows.
I think that the way Nightmare finally decides on his henchmen needing better treatment is when the 3rd Horror, the very last surviving one, *let* Dream get a lethal hit in on him. There was no chance for Dream or Nightmare to act, and they'd both retreated in the aftermath. Normally this wouldn't have bothered Nightmare, but that Horror had been his most obedient and resourceful one yet, and he'd actually grown to like his presence. So. The silence in the castle while he recovered from injuries and prepared for the next batch? It was particularly striking for him. It felt *icky* to not have another person there, and it felt icky to have lost that Horror in the way that he had. Not even an honorable death. He decided he needed to figure out how to keep a monster similar, if not *better than* how he'd kept horror.
After about a month of debating, he finally settled on visiting a Ccino. And no, this isn't just because Ccino's been growing on me lately. He knew one of the Killer's he had, the 2nd, enjoyed sneaking off to the fluffytale aus and he figured there must have been a reason. So. Nightmare takes advantage of his shape-shifting and what little sense he has, and finds himself in an inaccurate replication of a passive Nightmare. He goes to a Ccino, though it might as well be one involved in the multiverse, since Night is now shattering that view. He makes several trips, regularly over the course of a few months. Biding his time. The balance isn't tipping yet. Until he can become at least slightly familiar enough with this Ccino to ask the burning question. How does one care for another living being?
Ccino, at this point, is used to his weird British customer and his odd way of asking questions. Asks if he means a pet, like a cat. Nightmare clarifies that, no, he means monsters. And Ccino has to try and figure out what he means by that. Is he expecting? Is he... adopting? He asks the second one, and Nightmare nods. Ccino breathes a sigh of relief, and realizes it must be because Nightmare is a boss monster. They live much different lives from a normal monster, require less to eat, less sleep, rely on their magic a lot more heavily. He suggests Nightmare come by again the next day and by then he might have some advice.
And while Ccino mostly gives him information on how to raise kids, from babies to teens, Nightmare takes in the information. He's still convinced he's learning all this because he wants to make perfect soldiers. Monsters who will obey him through whatever means that last Horror had. So he takes in all the information he can. He focuses a lot on the suggestions for teenagers. Even though the ones he had before were certainly adults, they often had outbursts and these solutions seemed reasonable. And Ccino was kind enough to stay after closing to talk with him on multiple occasions. It became a little club, between the two of them, almost.
And then Nightmare finally went out to find new replacements. 4th time's the charm.
The first one he collected this time was a Killer. The most volatile usually, but also the easiest to coerce into cooperating with his goals. Normally, his first act would be to let the Killer run loose in the streets and hunt him down. A show of dominance and control. This time, he decided he'd show patience. He stole away the Killer like he normally would, and left him out on a street, but with a note in his pocket. Detailing exactly what Nightmare was offering and why, along with the address of the mansion incase he wanted to discuss more.
It only took two days before Killer arrived at Nightmare's doorstep. He was cautious, but Nightmare was cordial. Not subtle, no, he acknowledged that he was actively kidnapping him. That if he made a misstep Nightmare would kill him. That he was replaceable. But, he also explained exactly what he was looking for from Killer, and *offered* work to him. Killer wandered away for a few more days, before coming back and accepting.
The trial runs with Killer were rough the first few months. Nightmare visited Ccino less, and found himself trying very hard to balance authority, Killer's loyalty, and the fragile trust growing between them. Sometimes he'd catch Killer doing something and he'd physically refrain from lashing out and punishing. Other times, though strangely only when Killer was making choices poor for his own health, Nightmare lashed out. Corrective behavior was not kind, but it was for the best in Nightmare's mind.
One thing he had a lot of trouble with was letting Killer explore the domain. He used to restrict all his henchmen inside unless they were hunting or on missions. Killer had an insatiable urge to explore, and several times Nightmare saw it as escape attempts. Dragging Killer back inside with threats of retaliation. Only once he let Killer escape and *watch* what he did, he realized he was literally just looking around, picking up trinkets, once he stole a shirt and brought it back with him. Then he returned, willingly, to the mansion. It was no trick, no escape, just simple curiosity. Nightmare took a page out of the book of the advice from Ccino and actually complimented Killer's shirt when he finally wore it one day. Killer's hackles were raised about it, obviously afraid of punishment, but Nightmare waved it off. As long as he wasn't bringing harm to himself or running away, Nightmare didn't mind.
It was only after Killer proved himself capable of hunting down captives in the city maze that Nightmare went out to find another. The 4th Dust.
Dust was a bit more of a handful than usual. Maybe it was because Nightmare wasn't stern enough. Or maybe it was because this Killer was a lot more friendly than his others had been. This Dust immediately attacked. Instead of aiming at Nightmare, it was aimed at Killer. Normally, it the past, he would've let Killer get hurt. Learn a lesson. This time he tugged his Killer out of the line of fire and forced Dust to listen to him. Held him in place.
Dust did not wander into the city like Night had let Killer do. He was confined to the mansion, mainly because Nightmare knew the previous Dusts had a tendency to curl up and let themselves rot if given the chance. So, Nightmare made sure he was fed, and would dunk him in the pond if he refused to bathe, and was always on the watch for hostile attacks, all while Killer was usually playing antagonist.
Nightmare's actually not sure what it was, but one day Dust simply... stopped disobeying his orders. He was up for breakfast, and didn't make Nightmare drag him out to see Killer chase down a victim. Nightmare did his best to be genuine when he told Dust he was pleased to see him up and about.
(Killer had been part of the change in attitude. He would sit outside Dust's door when Night was out and tell him how good of a gig it was. Nightmare wasn't perfect, but the place was cool and it was better than an empty underground. Killer was right, it was better than an empty underground. He gave it a shot and found he didn't feel awful.)
Dust still had his days ofc. Days where he'd get overwhelmed during a mission and overwhelm his magic. Days where he'd be too exhausted or depressed to get out of bed. Days where he hated being there and wanted to go back to his old au. But, on those days Nightmare would check in on him verbally, and visit with meals, or a small gift, or answer a question. Dust liked it when Nightmare answered his questions. And Nightmare, sometimes, would twitch his tendrils and throw something around when Dust was out of commission... but never infront of him. In front of Killer? Yes. Infront of Dust? No. That was not for Dust to worry about.
Sometime after Dust warmed up to him, he resolved to let them visit Ccino. Ccino had been asking about how things were going, and Nightmare wasn't sure how to express the extent of his frustrations a lot of the time. Ccino had suggested a visit might help if they were antsy. Nightmare had agreed.
After a particularly hard day, Nightmare having run into Dream, Blue, and Ink while on a supply run with the two he had, he decided they deserved a break. He prefaced that they were not to torment. Not to harm. Not to do any damages or there would be consequences. When both had agreed, thinly veiled curiosity, Nightmare took them to the au. Just around closing time. He adopted his shapeshifted passive form and brought the two of them along.
Ccino has been... visibly shocked. These were obviously two full-grown, or at least in they 20s-30s, monsters. They didn't look like they were in the best states either. But he'd held himself strong as Nightmare guided them to sit at his and Ccino's usual rounded table, the two extra chairs now being used up. Nightmare handed them the menu, and it seemed he got hesitant orders from both of them before approaching Ccino at the counter. He ordered. Ccino got to work.
When the drinks were brought out, Ccino was almost pleasantly relieved to find that the two additional monsters had cats swarming them. Nightmare introduced them, and Ccino saw how Killer had one cat cradled in each arm, both purring up a storm. Dust had one in his lap, asleep, with one of his hoodie-strings trapped by the cat's jaws. Night didn't bother with a made-up story. Just vaguely explained that they had come from toxic and unhealthy environments and were staying with him for the time being. Like... roommates. Ccino just kinda has to accept that the other two don't seem to be in any immediate distress and minds his own business.
I think it'd be at least a year or two, Nightmare ensuring he's made Killer and Dust comfortable and loyal. Making sure he knows just how to keep them alive properly, and establishing silently to his enemies (the stars) that he's done using expendable pawns. That's when he finally collects the 4th Horror.
It was a hard choice for him. Something about seeing another Horror's face, especially after he'd finally been making an effort to provide better support and care to this Killer and Dust? He figured it out. His last Horror was only so obedient and relaxed because if he was, Nightmare went softer on the others. When the others were both gone, he lost hope. Nightmare, some part of him, was scared he'd do it all over again. Somehow lose Killer and Dust and be left with just Horror. That was why he focused so heavily on Killer and Dust's wellbeing this time. So this Horror wouldn't have to worry. Would turn out the same.
And the plan worked out. Nightmare brought himself to go find a Horror. One from a collapsing timeline, right in the cross heirs of Error's attacks. He was basically a scrap of code, and Nightmare tugged him to safety at the last second. This Horror was confused, but grateful, until he noticed Killer and Dust. Horror was entirely avoidant of the two for the longest time, willing to do as Nightmare said once he heard him out, saw what was happening, but he did NOT like Dust or Killer. He was cagey, kept to himself, only showing weakness if he was injured in battle or had fallen ill. Night tried to watch out for him, but that wedge between the three of them was troublesome. Night hoped it'd work itself out. It never quite did.
Night doesn't have a favorite. He'll refer to Killer for important tasks, he's been there the longest. He'll let Dust fall asleep on the couch near to him and curl tendrils around him while he haps. He'll find recipe books and new supplies from aus for Horror to try out. He'd willingly get in the way of any attack to improve their chances of survival. Having said this, he pays an extra attention to Horror. Everyone notices it, Horror finds it unsettling sometimes but can mostly ignore it. It isn't until a fight with Dream where Horror chases Ink off to the side and Ink reveals to him the fate of the last Horror that any of them know *why*. Horror takes time to process it, before bringing it up to Nightmare very very nervously.
Nightmare, pained, admits his previous faults. He's not proud of his methodologies back then. He doesn't admit how much he cares about this 4th round of them. He doesn't need to.
Fun bonus! There's a year where Cross comes into the picture. At first he seeks out Nightmare for his help. Like in Underverse, he wants to rebuilt his au. But Nightmare denies him. It wouldn't benefit him or the others, it wouldn't benefit the balance, find someone else. But Cross can't. When he tries to work alone, Cross finds that Dream and the stars intercept him. They assume he'd working for Nightmare, which he denies, and they try to talk with him. Ask what he's doing. Ink and Dream can't allow Cross to keep going, even if he's trying to make himself a new home. They ask if he wants to join them. Defend against evil in the multiverse. And as it is, he has to agree.
So Cross teams up with the stars for a while. But as he's working with them, things don't seem to be lining up. Dream claims Nightmare tortures his followers, trades them out like cheap toys. But... Cross never sees these ones change. And if one gets too injured, Nightmare calls a retreat. The same ones come back each time. Even in the midst of battle Nightmare seemed to keep tabs on all of his players.
Once, Cross isolated Dust from the rest of the fighting. He was wounded and clearly getting more exhausted by the second. When Cross pinned him finally, he asked if he wanted to stop fighting. To go somewhere safe. Away from Nightmare. Dust had always seemed like the most actively dis-engaged fighter of the three. Cross thought he could convince him. But Dust just stares at him and says "Nah." Before getting a second wind and summoning an attack again. Cross tried to knock him out, take him by force, but the hit just dazed him rather than knocking him out, and by then Nightmare had figured out where they were. Seeing, or sensing, Dust's state, he signals for retreat instantly. Cross is forced to move or get skewered by darkness, and he's shocked by how gently Nightmare scoops up the dazed Dust, and how willingly Dust let's it happen. Horror and Killer are right on Nightmare's tail and hop through the portal first. Night through very last.
Cross had never seen Nightmare pick up his men so carefully before. Usually they'd walk through on their own, or he'd lift with tendrils. This time he carried Dust in his own arms. That was... weird.
Cross, eventually, comes to terms with not rebuilding his AU, just being barred from it for so long. But it takes *ages* before he goes to Nightmare. For one reason or another, Cross realizes that the state of his friendship with Dream is unhealthy. I mean, Dream cares for him, but it feels overbearing. And when he asked to visit the omega timeline once, Dream advised against it. Basically placed him on house-arrest unless everyone was going out to fight. He had to stay inside Dream's au, since he was an outcode. A fragile one. (Dream was afraid of losing Cross, like he'd lost many others.)
During a fight, Cross decides he's going to try something new. He's going to get as close as physically possible to the portal at the end of the fight, and lunge inside at the last second. No weapons, no hostility, nothing. That Domain of Nightmare's is untraceable. He needs in there.
And when he enacts the plan? Nightmare actually allows it. On his end, acting like he didn't notice a thing until he steps through.
Ofc, Cross immediately got tackled and pinned by Killer, but Cross doesn't fight back. Night demands he explain himself, abd Cross takes one more hesitant look at the surrounding enemies before admitting. Dream's kept him on a short leash since he joined. No exploring, no harsh training, no visiting friends, nothing. He needed to get somewhere Dream couldn't follow him. Even though it was a suicide mission, Night's domain was the safest choice.
And Nightmare was frankly baffled. Someone had willingly chose his domain over his brother's? It was a bit of an honor. But I'm the sane breath, he couldn't just let Cross leave. If he did, then that wouldn't be just to his three loyal wards.
So, Nightmare gave him an ultimatum. Either he stayed and acted as a teammate, eventually earning privileges just like the others had, or they could kill him. No one can just freely enter the au and expect Sanctuary. Cross knew as much, and as much as it seemed to pain him, he agreed he'd work for Nightmare.
And for Cross? Nightmare decided to reach back into the old days. He told Cross he had ten minutes to go somewhere in the city. Evade for as long as he could. Told him to get running. Only when Cross had confusedly left the mansion did Nightmare tell the group that whoever could scare Cross the most, without intentionally wounding him, would get to choose the next big leisure item he brought back from supply-running.
Boy did the guys torment him! Nightmare kept an eye on it, and there was some excellent restraint from all three of them. It went on for several hours, and Nightmare only cut it short because he'd noticed Cross had developed a limp. Some sort of twisted ankle maybe? (For the record, Dust managed to win. He suggested a projector for movies and stuff.) Back at the castle they all sat at the table, including Cross (though he was wary) and ate. Then they had leisure time. Then curfew. The next morning, when Cross was still limping, he postponed further 'training' to check how truly hurt Cross was.
Basically, Cross figures out Nightmare only does fucked-up stuff because it's part of his nature. He needs to to survive. Outside of that? He's learned to be amicable and borderline kind to those he cares about. Cross is there to witness Killer getting his first cat, he's there to witness the three of them get into intense debates about high-level science and scribble all over a whiteboard, he's there to witness a lot of good moments. Including Nightmare bringing a Ccino for a visit to the house.
This Ccino visit is prompted by him noticing the boys haven't been by with Night lately. Nightmare assures him that they're fine, but also suggests Ccino could come by for a visit? And Ccino, friendly and optimistic Ccino, agrees. Nightmare, upon portalling them, walks a bit with Ccino. Explaining the nature of the realm and why he lives there. Ccino listens and accepts it, even if he is a little spooked. Nightmare then guides him to the mansion and shows him around. The guys are all screwing around in the kitchen, trying to make cookies with Horror. The three are excited to see Ccino and greet him. Cross, who was sitting in the corner trying nit to make things worse with the batter, was confused to find a normal Ccino visiting the domain. A part of him was angry, another was hurt, but he kept quiet. The Ccino was nice and greeted the others, then introduced himself to Cross. Cross did the same.
Ccino, at this point, officially became knowledgeable of the multiverse and unintentionally/intentionally aligned himself with Nightmare. Night seemed to be doing very well despite all the worries he'd had, and also, Ccino considers Night to be a friend. They discuss books together, play newspaper games, etc etc.
After Ccino leaves he starts getting more multiversal visitors, he can always tell, but he has his favorites.
...
Hard cut, day 2 of adding to this ramble post and now I have drawn designs with extra lore!!
Nightmare and Dream's magic from the apple incident has condensed around their skulls like halos! They can't be touched nir damaged by attacks, but they do glow when either is feeding/exerting their magic.
Nightmare did his best to keep the 4th round of the mtt in top shape, but it wouldn't last forever. Dust was the first one to get a major injury, though it wasn't very prominent visually. Shortly after they got Horror, Dust was slashed in the socket by one of Ink's corrosive paints. He fought through the pain, but upon getting back to the base, Nightmare discovered Dust's state. Nightmare's first instinct was to clean the wound like he'd been taught by Ccino, then to ask if Dust could still use the magic in that eye. As it stands, he still can't reconnect to the mana there. Night fought against every instinct telling him that Dust was broken, and to get a new one, and just told him to go rest and recover. Dust has a scar on his bone and his eyelight is missing in that socket. But he's alive, which is a testament to Nightmare's improvement.
Killer lost his leg shortly after they took in Cross. It was a combative fight where Dream wouldn't let up, hunting them down to any au they moved to, not allowing them to make the supply run they'd been on (it was after a period of quiet after Cross ran and was taken in by Night. Dream + the others believe Nightmare killed him.). It was Blue who almost got a solid hit in on Dust, but Killer got in the way to block. Only, he wasn't sturdy enough and his leg-bone practically shattered when he tried to stop Blue's swing. Horror scooped Killer up, and in the wave of negativity and Dust's cursing that followed, Nightmare signaled a retreat.
Under normal circumstances, such a substantial, mobility-altering, injury would prompt Nightmare to just put a follower out of their misery and claim a new one. But. Not anymore. He had to act fast because Killer was fading in consciousness abd Nightmare was never one for major wounds like limb loss. Luckily, Horror was familiar, and him and Night managed to stop Killer's limb from dusting any further up his body. (Dust was furious with Killer for taking that hit. Horror was shocked. Nightmare regretted not taking up the rear in the first place. Cross was mortified to see Killer in such a state and was 1000% sure Night was going to off him.)
Recovery for Killer was... rocky. About 50/50 good/bad days, but he pulled through and learned to use a prosthetic. In the meantime, Cross offered to cover for Killer on runs if he was needed, a good step for Cross and for Nightmare. But, instead, Nightmare asked Cross to focus on making sure Killer didn't hurt himself while the others were out on runs. He couldn't risk revealing Cross' being alive just yet. This leads to plenty of Killer Cross bonding time, and Killer gets to tell all sorts of stories about how much the Boss has been improving. Killer knows he was the pet project, the test dummy to this 'new him'. Nightmare hasn't laid much of a finger on Horror, abd only let them spook Cross, while Killer was tossed around like a ragdoll. And now look! Night was going through the trouble of replacing his limb and nursing him back to health! For Killer it's like watching someone take their first steps. Cross realizes then that Nightmare hasn't always been like this. He used to be worse. He's taking steps on his own to improve. And for what? The sakes of Killer, Dust, and Horror?
Meanwhile, Dream has Blue and Ink, both of whom he extends his positive magic to. Even when they're in their own domains, they can spread his aura to those they interact with and call upon his power.
Unlike those two, he's also allied with Outer and Lust! Those two are from the omega timeline, and they work to help anyone fleeing from destroyed, corrupted, or otherwise uninhabitable aus. They had their own little thing going before Dream entered the picture, but when he approached them about seeing anyone from a destroyed au, they kept in contact. Now they act as a little home-base, keeping track of the battles and the conflicts and making sure the main three fighters don't work themselves into the ground. And! Because the main 3 are always out and about? If you need help with smaller tasks, Lust and Outer are on it. Lust finds it a nice distraction from his past and anxieties, and Outer does it as repayment to Dream (who saved his life from the 3rd Killer once).
Uhhh, one last note I think? Horror is the favorite child from an outsider + inside pov. Night doesn't think that way, but he is actively more careful with Horror than the others. He feels like he failed the last one (he failed all of them but y'know) and he can fix it with this one. This one doesn't understand the treatment and often resents it, but decides not to say anything lest he offset whatever kindness Nightmare is doing for the others. The others don't mind that Horror is effectively the favorite. They know Nightmare was fucked up long before they arrived, and it was just one of his many quirks.
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https-lvesick Ā· 5 months ago
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CAUGHT ON CAMERA ā€” starring f!reader x na jaemin (ft. jeno and haechan, the perverts)
jeno and haechan know they can always count on their best friend, jaemin, and that's why they borrow his camera for a project. they just didn't expect to get the wrong camera... and enjoy every second of it.
content š–¹­ jaem!big dick, sex tape (size diff, breeding, stomach bulge, fingering, slight nipple sucking, m!oral + cum eating), m!masturbation
notes š–¹­ another big thanks for my baby @sinisxtea for proofreading this!
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it wasn't unusual to see na jaemin walking around the campus carrying a camera and photographing everything he found cool. the devoted photography student had an unique artistic view, in his mind, anything could be turned into art. ordinary objects, situations and even some students were his objects of art, but there was only one thing, precious enough to worth his devotion: you. jaemin's object of adoration. he was so committed to you and to show the beauty of every single thing you'd do, he bought a camera exclusively for you.
that camera was special. It could only support videos and photos of you. you could be doing anything. playing with stray cats, eating, painting your nails, putting on some makeup, but his favourite moments were the intimate ones.
jaemin just... he couldn't handle your preciousness. in every aspect, he felt the need, the urge to capture and keep your beauty. especially when you put on a little show just to show him your new lingerie set. or maybe when you were choking with his cock down your throat, your makeup smudged all over your face. fuck... he could list every video that the camera had ever captured.
and knowing how committed, na jaemin, a third-year photography student, was to his major, donghyeok, his roommate, thought he could borrow one of his cameras for a project.
ā€œdid you even ask him for it, you dumbass? what if he took his camera with him?ā€ jeno comments, leaning on the door frame, watching his friend search for one of the most valuable items for jaemin.
ā€œwasn't he just driving his girl home? why does he need a camera for that?ā€ the younger cusses, messing with jaemin's drawer.
ā€œsure, but you know how in love he is and how he just keeps anything she does.ā€ jeno rolls his eyes, almost giving up on convincing his friend to find an object he didn't even ask permission to use.
ā€œfinally!ā€ donghyeok laid his eyes on something deep in the closet. he takes the camera and closes the doors.
ā€œi still think that's the worst idea you've ever had. what if jaemin sees a picture of you there? especially if it's on the camera that, again, was deep in his closet.ā€ jeno emphasizes his last words, trying to knock some sense into his friend, but knowing he wouldn't listen, he just adds: ā€œat least check to see if it's charged.ā€
ā€œthat's what i'm trying to do...ā€ donghyeok says focused. the two guys were already sitting in the corner of jaemin's bed. he turned the camera on and you are the first thing they saw, wearing a flowy light blue dress. jaemin and you were on a date and you were showing how to make your boyfriend's favourite sandwich. ā€œhow can someone be so pretty...ā€ he murmurs, sighing.
ā€œi don't know...ā€ jeno says, letting himself get lost at the sound of your voice and how your beaming smile could lighten up his whole day. honestly, they can get where all of jaemin's adoration comes from. if he had a girlfriend like you, he'd also keep every single moment to himself. then he realized what he was thinking. ā€œbut she's our best friend's girlfriend, right? the camera is fully charged, we can see it, then c'mon.ā€ he stands up, but donghyeok immediately pulls him to sit again.
ā€œc'mon jen, we're already here. this might be the camera he dedicated to her. don't you wanna see more of this... damn sculpture? you sure?ā€ the younger lee skips some photos and videos, stopping at a video where you're wearing a bikini. you were laughing with jaemin while taking off your sundress, talking about going to the water. the focus goes all to your ass, while you walk to the water and they can hear jaemin's mischievous laugh along with a perverted comment.
they knew it wasn't cool to desire their best friend's girlfriend, but were they the ones to blame when you looked that pretty? you looked like some fancy masterpiece sculpted by michelangelo in his peak of inspiration. are they the ones to blame when you looked like aprodithe's daughter yourself, being allowed to live among those poor and useless human beings, gifting them your graciousness? you must be the girl of every guy's dream and they're lucky to have a best friend good enough to win a lotto. at least they get to see you often.
as donghyeok passed the videos, the two guys found themselves more and more immersed in you. and jaemin is completely right to be obsessed with you.
ā€œholy fuck...ā€ haechan whispers, licking his lips before biting his lower lip. jeno comes closer, eyes wide open when he notices what's happening on the video.
ā€œcome here.ā€ Jaemin's voice is heard and you comply. you crawl to the corner of the bed, where your boyfriend was, and sit still.
you were wearing an expensive lingerie set that was driving not only one, but three men crazy. the bra hugged your breasts so prettily that they wondered if they'd fit that good in their hands.
ā€œnana... your cock...ā€ you let out a whiny plea. almost purring like a cat. your sparkling eyes, begging your boyfriend to stop flauting you to the camera and to let you suck on him.
it's not that hard to deduce that jaemin may have been lowering his pants.
ā€œhaechan, enough.ā€ jeno warns, trying to be rational, but yet his eyes were glued on the little screen that was showing you, kitty licking jaemin's tip, teasing him. you were even rubbing his cock between your breasts, slobbering on it.
ā€œfuck it, he's not here to see what we're doing.ā€ donghyeok says in a low voice, holding the camera in one hand, as the other was lowering his shorts.
ā€œhaechan, what the fuck!ā€ the older lee exclaims, completely shocked with his friend's attitude.
ā€œjeno, if you don't wanna stay, then leave. and you better don't open that fucking mouth of yours to jaemin.ā€ he spits on his palm, before dragging it along his shaft, lubricating his length. ā€œbut you can't deny the obvious.ā€ haechan laughs, looking at jenoā€™s pants, before turning his full attention to the video.
jaemin's hand was guiding your head, sucking him off as if it was your life goal. you sucked his tip, forcing your tongue on his slit, making your boyfriend cuss, and squeeze lightly his full balls. he's so fucking good at what he's doing, and so are you. shortly after, he's pulling your hair, prying you off of his cock.
ā€œopen that pretty mouth of yours, huh?ā€ he asks, jerking off right on your mouth. In a matter of few seconds, you can taste his salty cum on your tongue and you swallow when he spills more on your boobs.
jeno was standing, thinking about this whole situation. he looked at his friend having fun and looks at his own problem, getting more uncomfortable. the way donghyeok looked so satisfied watching whatever was happening on the screen awakened his interest and desire. fuck, she was his best friend's girlfriend, but... she was fucking pretty and when would he get any opportunity like that again?
ā€œthis might be harassment or something like thatā€¦ā€ he mumbles, retaking his place beside his friend and frees his cock out of his pants. jeno could see haechan's mischievous smile, so he said first: ā€œdon't you even get started, you nasty dog.ā€ even with that said, donghyeok didn't seem very offended, after all, who is he to say anything?
by this time you were already laying in bed, your legs spread for jaemin and the camera, consequently, the two perverts watching that. your glistening cunt gushing your juices, while your boyfriend collected every drop of it with his long fingers, teasing your slit.
ā€œhow many?ā€ jaemin asks, threatening to insert the tip of two of his fingers, but never doing it.
ā€œthree, nanaā€¦ā€ you whine, biting your lower lip, watching your boyfriend smile and tease you, the same way you'd do to him. that's until he inserts the three fingers you requested, all at once.
haechan was sure that sweet, languid, moan would linger in his mind forever. jeno, on the other hand, was sure he will never be able to look at his friend and his girlfriend again. he'd rather throw himself off of the window. as soon as he cums.
with each movement of jaemin's fingers, the wet squelching sound could be heard. it made your eyes roll while jeno and haechan make it an opportunity to fasten their own movements. jeno gulps, looking straight at your wet hole, salivating. fuck, he imagines how good it must be to feel you. he's sure you're tight and nice to be inside of. he tighten his grip, forcing his cock on a tighter hole. haechan also salivates, watching how good you take jaemin's fingers. he stops his hand's movements, thrusting his hips up, imagining it was your pussy he was fucking.
jaemin takes his fingers out of you and the boys could suppose what he was doing. he was tasting you on his own fingers. haechan curses, caressing his balls, and closes his eyes, catching his lower lip between his teeth. jeno slows his rhythm, tracing his fingers along his abs.
your boyfriend hovers over you and kisses you. his free hand traces your body, searching for your bra's clasp, undoing it. you discard the piece, feeling jaemin's wet kisses on your skin, and then you feel his plump lips wrapping around your nipple. you shiver feeling your boyfriend's warm tongue, hugging him.
ā€œjaemā€¦ā€ you call, almost like crying, and jaemin smiles against your skin, understanding well your wish. he pulls the mound of flesh between his teeth making you hiss.
ā€œhow could i deny you?ā€ he mocks and stands up, taking off his pants. when he resumes his position above you, he rests his cock on your tummy.
and that's when they realize how smaller than jaemin you are.
ā€œno fucking way! this won't fit, no shit.ā€ donghyeok smiled, clearly having fun. ā€œthis might be better than some cheap ass porn i've ever watched in my life.ā€ his eyes lighten up with excitement. jeno only nods, lost in pleasure.
jaemin rubs his tip on your slit, forcing himself slowly. ā€œno matter how many times i fuck you... will you ever open enough for me, darling?ā€ he growls, getting even further inside you.
ā€œjaem, it's too big!ā€ you whine, gripping the bed sheets and closing your eyes, arching your back.
for a moment, your boobs shake and donghyeok loves it, almost losing it. he considers replay that part, but maybe another time, when he's alone.
when jaemin is fully inside you and the bulge is perfectly visible, jeno cums with a grunt. haechan laughs, teasing his friend. ā€œgood job, jen! hit it that fast?ā€
ā€œshut the fuck up, lee donghyeok.ā€ jeno grits his teeth. the truth is, jeno has a thing for bulge. it was the first thing he searched for when he was trying to relieve some stress. it was the first thing he thought when getting laid and now... knowing you were so small that a bulge was surely made on your belly made him see stars.
jaemin moves. starts slow, helping you get used to his size, even if you had done it plenty of times before, he was too big for you, no matter how many times when you were fucked by him, but then he picks up his pace. his hand presses the bulge on your stomach for a while, before gripping your thigh. his rhythm is rough, intense, so much that it makes your breasts move at each snap of his hips. and haechan felt like he was in heaven.
your moans starts to get more desperate and high-pitched. you call your boyfriend's name like a mantra while resting one of your hands on his stomach. jaemin doesn't stop, only picking up his pace, getting even rougher. he feels your pussy gripping his cock, identifying your orgasm. your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mouth remains wide open for a while until you feel it dry, feeling jaemin squirting all of his seed inside of you.
ā€œyou fine, love?ā€ he asks, slowing down his pace, only so you can come down off your high. you can just nod.
jaemin finally turns his camera, focusing right where your bodies meet. he thrusts a few more times, before getting out of you. the moment his cum is seen dripping out of you like a cascade is when haechan loses it, cumming with a whiny moan.
jaemin says something else, but the boys could care less, so donghyeok turns off the camera, putting it on the bed. jeno and haechan remain in silence for a moment.
ā€œthis might be the best thing my eyes have ever seen.ā€ ā€œthat must be the gayest thing i've ever done.ā€ they say at the same time.
ā€œwhat?ā€ haechan says.
ā€œc'mon, i saw your cock. plus, i had to hear you moan like a whore. i'm getting insaneā€¦ā€ jeno stands up angry, covering his dick again.
ā€œoh, right, 'cause you moan like an alpha, huh?ā€ the younger lee also stands up, bringing the camera with him.
ā€œwhere do you think you're going with this, haechan?ā€ jeno questions, watching his friend walk past him with the camera in hands.
ā€œif you think i'm not enjoying this pretty little thing right here while i can, you're stupid. and you better not to try and jerk off with me. once was enough.ā€ he says, leaving the room and an astonished jeno behind.
poor jeno, little does he know that haechan won't only watch. maybe he can upload some videos too. seeing jaemin's cock was a little price to pay when he was able to see all of you, spread and wet again.
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ONESHOT
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You wiped the sweat from your forehead, the Georgia sun burning down on you as you walked over to Maggie and Glenn outside of the house on Hershel's farm.
Every so often, you'd look towards the cars where a few others in the group were working, trying to make the most of the now limited supplies you all had left at the moment.
"I got a lot of corn here," Maggie said, holding up a can. "Maybe we can make some soup tonight. What do you think?"
Glenn laughed, "Soup sounds fine, I think. As long as we donā€™t have to eat beans again. I think Iā€™m starting to sprout beans myself."
"Hey Maggie," you shouted over to her. "Howā€™s everything going so far? You two need any help?"
Maggie gave you a small, but rather distracted, smile. "Itā€™s been a quiet run, so weā€™re okay. We just came back a few minutes ago with some new supplies."
You nodded. "That's good. Means we won't starve anytime soon. Hey, listen, I heard Darylā€™s still inside the house. Do you know how he is feeling? I really hope he is feeling better. Everything that has happened, I just... I don't know. I still can't wrap my head around it."
"Well, dad took care of him, just like he did with Carl, so I wouldn't worry too much about his condition. And if it would've worsened, dad would've told Rick already, that's for sure. But what has happened to him out there, and then the bullet? I don't know him well enough, but I think that heā€™s too stubborn to admit he even needed help in the first place. And that ear necklace? I'm sorry, but that was beyond creepy."
You rememberedā€¦ Daryl has been out there, trying to find Sophia again. Of course, it all had to go sideways. You didn't know the details exactly, but you remembered how he had dragged himself back to the farm, looking like heā€™d been through hell and back. Covered in dirt and blood, and barely conscious.
Then, just when things couldnā€™t get any worse, Andrea took a shot at him from the roof of the RV. Sheā€™d been told to hold off by Rick, Shane, and Dale, but she fired anyway, hitting Daryl in the head, with the bullet grazing his temple.
"Iā€™ll check on him," you now said, putting the supplies aside again. "You're right, he's too stubborn to admit it, but he needs someone to make sure heā€™s not pushing himself too hard. And if he could, he'd already be out there again."
As you walked towards the farmhouse, you passed by Rick, who was busy organizing and looking through different maps. He looked up at you, giving you a nod. "Hey," he said, his voice sounding rather exhausted. "Are you going to check on Daryl? Or are you going to help Beth and Lori in the kitchen?"
You nodded. "Yeah. Iā€™m going to make sure heā€™s okay. Daryl's been through hell while trying to find Sophia."
"Good idea. Heā€™s definitely been through a lot, that's true. I mean, we all have. But justā€¦ be careful with him. You know how Daryl is."
You laughed, shaking your head. "I know, Rick. Thatā€™s why Iā€™m going to make sure he stays put and tied to the bed. Don't worry."
As you walked into the farmhouse, you could hear a voice coming from the kitchen, where Lori was preparing a meal with Beth together for Daryl and the rest of the group.
"Hello," Lori said and looked at you. "Are you going to see Daryl, or do you want to help us? Rick has been annoying me with me apparently needing help, even though Beth is helping me already."
You nodded, giving her a smile back. "Don't worry, Lori. I want to make sure Daryl's alright, you know, after everything that has happened lately."
She gave you a quick and thankful thumbs up before you continued heading to the room in which Daryl was in, but paused for a moment in front of the door, taking a deep breath. The thought of Daryl lying there, probably still hurt and so vulnerable, made your heart ache. Heā€™d always been so strong, but seeing him in such a state was hard to imagine. And just as you were about to open the door, you heard a voice coming from the inside of the room.
You stopped, listening for a moment before pushing open the door to find Hershel standing by Darylā€™s bedside.
"Evening, Hershel," you said as you entered the room, trying to keep your tone neutral despite the knot of nervousness in your stomach.
Hershel looked up, smiling at the sight of you. "Hey there, good to see you. I could use an extra pair of hands."
You moved closer to the bed, where Daryl lay, and Hershel continued, "Darylā€™s been in and out of consciousness yesterday most of the time, but Iā€™m hopeful heā€™ll recover fast if he gets the rest he needs. And if you could help changing the rest of the bandages right now, that would be great."
You nodded, taking a closer look at Daryl. "Sure, Iā€™ll do whatever I can to help. I know he can be stubborn, but he needs to take it easy eventually."
"Thatā€™s the spirit. Iā€™ve done what I can for now. Heā€™ll need the rest."
You were still looking at Daryl as Hershel took a few steps back, who now moved slightly at the sound of your voice. His eyes opened just a little bit, and he looked at you with confusion.
"Hey, tough guy," you said. "How are you holding up so far?"
"Just peachy, as always," he answered rather annoyed.
You couldnā€™t help but smile at his answer. He certainly sounded like the Daryl Dixon that you all knew so far. "Well, Iā€™m here now, so youā€™d better let me take care of you."
Hershel gave you another nod before finally walking out of the room. "Good, Iā€™ll leave you to it. If you need anything, like more bandages, donā€™t hesitate to ask. We still got enough medical supplies left if needed."
"Thanks, Hershel," you replied, watching as he left the room.
You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the task ahead.
"Whatā€™re ya even doinā€™ here?" Daryl suddenly mumbled. "'M fine. Donā€™t need no babysittinā€™ bullshit. Ain't needin' ya 'round here either."
You gave him a smile, trying to hide how annoyed you already were with his usual behavior. "Youā€™re obviously not fine, Daryl. Youā€™ve been through a lot, and you know it. Iā€™m here to make sure you donā€™t do anything stupid, like trying to get up and do something you shouldnā€™t."
He grumbled in frustration, trying to turn away from you. "Yeahā€¦ whatever."
You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head. "Yeah... Too bad, huh? Because right now, that means letting me help you."
"Ainā€™t nothinā€™ you can do that Hershel didnā€™t already do," he mumbled again.
You set down the small medical kit Hershel had brought with him and pulled a chair closer to the bed. "Hershel did his part, sure, but itā€™s not just about the wounds. You need to rest and relax, and thatā€™s where I come in. Also, taking off the old bandages and putting on new ones isn't that hard, but I doubt that you can do it yourself. And Hershel just left the room, so it's up to me now to change the rest of them. I don't care if you complain about it or not."
You then began to carefully take off the bandages from his side, where the crossbow bolt had pierced itself through. Daryl winced a little, but he didnā€™t complain so far, his pride keeping him quiet even though you could see how uncomfortable it was for him.
"You know, for someone whoā€™s always acting so tough, youā€™re a real damn mess right now," you said, trying to break the ice with a bit of humor. "Howā€™d you end up like that anyway? What even happened out there?"
Daryl smirked a bit to himself. "Ya think Iā€™m gonna tell ya a story now? Hell, jus' get it over with."
You shook your head and laughed quietly, focusing on cleaning the wound first. "Hey, I'm not the one that looks like the wrong side of the bed became sentient and beat the ever-loving shit out of you. So youā€™re going to have to deal with me being the one to help you. Itā€™s either that or I get someone else whoā€™s less careful."
"Less careful?" Daryl asked, and he winced again as you applied antiseptic to the wound. "Sounds to me like yer enjoyinā€™ this."
You stopped for a moment and looked at him with a teasing smile. "You know what? Maybe I really am enjoying this. Or maybe I just want to make sure youā€™re not going to cause us any more trouble, even though we all appreciate what you did. Especially Carol."
"Ya think I need ya to look after me? I can handle myself jus' fine," he grumbled and closed his eyes, not wanting to look at you anymore.
You soon finished cleaning the wound and then continued with the fresh bandages. "Oh, Iā€™m sure you can, Dixon. But thatā€™s not even the point. The point is, youā€™re not in any shape to be running around and playing redneck cowboy."
Daryl moved slightly again, trying to get more comfortable. "Ain't in need to be told twice. Thank ya very much."
You stopped wrapping the bandage around him, waiting for him to get into a more comfortable position. "Stop it with the damn sarcasm, Daryl. For someone whoā€™s always trying to play it cool, youā€™re really not doing a great job of hiding how much this is bothering you. You do realize that looking weak and needing help are two different things, right? You're far from being weak, and you've done much more for this group than you can probably imagine, even if you're doubting yourself and telling yourself that it's all bullshit in the end." You told him and then continued, putting on the final bandage. "But it's not. And right now, you need to let yourself be looked after, and you need to give us the chance to care about you. Even if it's only for once."
There was a moment of silence, and for a second he looked at you only to look away again, clearly struggling with giving you an honest answer about what he thinks.
You took a deep breath. "Alright, Iā€™m done with the bandages. How about a quick check of your other injuries?"
Daryl nodded quickly, but you could see he was starting to relax a bit. "Yeah, fine. Jus'ā€¦ make it quick, will ya? Ain't got no time for this bullshit."
You smiled and began checking his other wounds. "So, whatā€™s your actual excuse for not telling us what has happened?"
"Ain't worth tellinā€™. Jus' 'nother day of me beinā€™ stupid," he grumbled back as an answer.
Soon enough, you finished checking his other wounds and stood up, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "Well, now that Iā€™ve made sure youā€™re all patched up, try to get some rest. Weā€™re all counting on you to be back on your feet soon; don't forget that."
He snorted. "Yeah, sure. Iā€™ll try to stay outta trouble while bein' tied to this damn bed."
You smiled and began to pack up the antiseptic and unused bandages, putting them back into the small medical kit. "Thatā€™s all I ask for. Get some sleep, Daryl. You know you need it. Something to eat will be ready soon."
As you put away the last of the bandages, you noticed how tense Daryl seemed to be. So you decided to take an extra moment to help him relax, thinking how a little extra care couldnā€™t hurt.
Your fingers soon massaged his side as you sat down once more, careful not to touch the wound. It was meant to ease the tense muscles around it a bit, but as your hands moved over his skin, you felt that he seemed to react differently when he gasped slightly.
"Ya really donā€™t have to," he started, but he stopped talking as you continued, your touch slow and feeling soothing.
You looked up, now looking into his eyes. "Why not? Youā€™re all tense. And itā€™s not just about the injuries; your whole bodyā€™s been through a lot. A little extra care might help. There's nothing wrong with it."
He grunted, trying to remain tough, but his breathing grew heavier, betraying his growing discomfort, and you noticed how his body responded to your touchā€”a reaction he was clearly trying to hide.
His cock began to harden under the sheets. The outline of it was becoming more pronounced, and you could see the rise of the sheets with each breath he took.
You tried to ignore the current awkwardness of the situation, but it was impossible not to notice, and even more impossible not to look at it. Your fingers stopped, and you hesitated momentarily before continuing to massage his side, with Darylā€™s eyes squeezed shut and another groan escaping his lips.
"Ugh... Daryl?" You asked quietly, your voice full of curiosity as you realized what was happening. "Are youā€¦ okay?"
He opened his eyes and turned his head away from you. "Yeah, jus', jus' let it be. Shit, jus' stop!"
But you couldnā€™t ignore the evident hardening beneath the sheets anymore. As you moved slightly in your seat to get a little bit closer to him, your hand accidentally brushed against his cock, and Darylā€™s reaction was immediateā€”he sucked in a breath, his body tensing even more.
"Ainā€™t needinā€™ ya toā€¦ to be all handsy now, goddamn it!" Daryl's voice was trembling, his body shaking a bit, and his muscles straining, even as you didn't continue to massage him. But the sudden power you had over him was intoxicating, and you decided to take your chance and act on it.
You reached down and carefully pulled back the sheets covering his lower body. Darylā€™s breathing hitched as you exposed him, and his cock was already hard, pushing against his pants. You could see it clearly now, the visible outline of it.
You smirked at him as you pulled the waistband of his pants down, just enough to pull his cock out and free it from his underwear.
As you pulled it out, Daryl's eyes widened as he watched you handle him. There was no need for words; the look on his face said it all. He felt vulnerable.
You gave him a smile, your hand now wrapped around his throbbing cock. "You look like you're about to lose it, Dixon."
He glared back at you, but there was no real anger in his eyes. "Ainā€™t fair, ya knowā€¦"
You leaned in close to him, your lips touching his ear. "Well, who said life was fair?" Your hand started to move, giving his cock a slow, torturous stroke that had him groaning. "But maybeā€¦ if you ask nicelyā€¦"
"Godā€¦ Please," he groaned again, but it was clear he wasnā€™t used to begging, yet the desperation in his voice was there beyond doubt.
"Good boy," you murmured, and you could see how his eyes slowly closed as he gave in to your touch and words.
You soon picked up the pace, your hand moving faster, his hips bucking into your hand. "Shit, jus' like that," he moaned, his eyes squeezing shut even more tightly.
Fuckā€¦ How he wanted it. Your hand working his cock, making him forget about everything that has happenedā€¦
You could tell he was close already. His cock twitched in your hand, and the quiet sounds he was making were turning more desperate. "Please," he gasped again. "Iā€¦ I canā€™t..."
"Oh? Already, huh?" You teased him, your thumb brushing over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum over it that had gathered there.
You smirked, enjoying the power you had over him. "Do you like this?" You teased him further.
"Yeah, jus' like thatā€¦" He panted, his body trembling. "Please... I need ya to touch me more. Can't fuckin' take it..."
"Touch you where, Daryl? Use your words. Be a good boy and tell me exactly what you want."
"My damn dick... please, jus' touch it." You immediately switched your pace back to pump him slowly again, and each stroke of your hand made him shiver, his moans growing a little louder with every touch.
His hips bucked involuntarily, but you kept your rhythm controlled, never speeding up, not letting him get the orgasm he wanted so desperately.
"I thought you were a tough guy. But look at youā€”so damn needy already. Come on, Daryl," you mumbled. "Youā€™re not done yet. Not until I say so."
He whimpered, trying to thrust into your hand, but you stopped him, keeping him on edge.
"Fuck, pleaseā€¦" He groaned in frustration. "Donā€™t stopā€¦ jus' fuckin' finish me off already!"
You laughed, your grip tightening just enough to torture him a little more. "And why would I do that? You need to learn so much more about patience."
With each stroke, you used different pressure and speed, sometimes going slower just when he thought he was about to finally cum. The feeling was almost unbearable for Daryl, and you could see it in the way his muscles tensed and relaxed again and again, his breathing only coming out in gasps.
"How does it feel, Daryl? Being held on the edge like this?" You asked, looking over at the door to listen if somebody was coming closer.
"Shit, feels so damn goodā€¦" He gasped, his voice strained. "I jus' needā€¦ I need toā€¦ Fuck!"
You smiled, leaning closer to him once more when you were sure that you'd be left alone. "Not yet, tough guy. I want to see just how much you can take."
You continued your teasing, your strokes slow and torturous. "You can take it. I know you can. You want it, donā€™t you? You want to make me finish you so badly, but youā€™re going to have to earn it," you whispered.
Daryl could only nod. "Pleaseā€¦ Hell, I can't take much more!"Ā 
He couldn't take it anymore. The teasingā€”it was all too much. He wanted to cum. And he needed you to make him cum. Hell, he loved it. Your hand pumping his cock, teasing him, making him groan with need. The way you toyed with him, bringing him so close only to pull back? Shit, he was losing itā€¦ And the way your fingers wrapped around his cock, jerking it just rightā€¦ It was driving him insane.
You simply grinned, feeling excited because of the power you held over him. "But that's good. Because I want you to remember this. Remember how much you wanted it and how much I made you wait."
His eyes were still squeezed shut, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought against the urge to give in.
With that, you continued to edge him, every touch, every stroke keeping him on the brink, pushing him to the limit of his own control.
And the feeling of sliding your hand back and forth along his thick shaft, the way he groaned and moaned quietly, trying to keep himself quiet just for youā€”it was everything you wanted...
"Fuck, please," he moaned again, his voice now breaking slightly.
His cock was pulsing in your hand and still leaking pre-cum, and you knew this was the moment he might not be able to hold back any longer. And just when he was about to finally stumble over the edge, you stopped pumping him completely, pulling your hand away from his throbbing cock.
Darylā€™s eyes flew open in shock, anger, and need. "What the fuck?" He growled, his voice hoarse. "Whyā€™d ya stop?"
You leaned in, whispering into his ear. "Because I wanted to see you beg for it, Daryl. And youā€™re not quite there yet."
He glared at you in need, his cheeks red, and sweat started to form on his body. "Ya canā€™t jus' leave me like this! Please!"
"Oh, but I can," you answered with a smirk. "And I will. Unless you really beg for it."
Daryl closed his mouth, and you could see the muscles in his jaw twitching around as he gritted his teeth, his pride and ego fighting with his desperate need. Finally, he let out a frustrated groan, his head falling back against the pillow.
"Please, please, let me cum," he whispered and finally started to beg and whimper a little more. "Please! I can't take it anymore. Pleaseā€¦"
God... How much he needed you. Desperately. Your hands, your touch, everything about the way you teased and pumped him, the way you handled himā€¦ It was like you knew exactly what he wanted and what he needed, and you were giving it to him for free, if only he would beg for it...
You smiled, satisfied with his response. "Thatā€™s better. Now, letā€™s see how much more you can take."
You went back to your teasing, your hand moving slowly over his cock, feeling him twitch and pulse again with every touch. His moans grew a little louder, even more desperate, as you brought him to the edge again and again, only to stop just before he could finally cum.
By the time you finally decided to give him what he needed, Daryl was nothing more than a trembling and pleading mess, his hips bucking toward you again and again, his eyes now looking desperatly at you.
"Fuck, youā€™re such a good boy, Daryl," you whispered quietly. "Look at you, trying to keep quiet for me, trying to hold back so hard. Taking it like you shouldā€¦ Don't stop looking at me."
You sped up, your movements rough and fast, giving him no time to adjust to the now quick pace. His body was shaking, and you could feel he was more than ready to snap.
"Yeah, you want to cum so bad, donā€™t you?" You teased. "Go on, Daryl. Cum for me. Show me how much you need it. How much you want it."
With a choked groan, Daryl's body tensed. His orgasm hit him hard, his cock pulsing in your grip as he came all over your hand. You kept pumping him through it, milking every last drop out of him.
"Oh, you really are a good boy, aren't you?" You mumbled. "Let it all out. You did so well for me."
He collapsed back against the bed, completely spent and exhausted, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath.
You reached for a towel next to the small medical kit, wiping your hand and cleaning up carefully, making sure not to leave any evidence of what had just happened behind, before you looked down at Daryl, a wide smile on your face.
"Fuck," he panted. "That wasā€¦ fuck..."
"Told you Iā€™d take care of you," you answered him, giving him a wink.
He opened his eyes, looking at you quite exhausted. "Yeah, ya didā€¦"
He didnā€™t protest as you cleaned him up; he just watched and stared at you with those intense blue eyes, still catching his breath with his mouth slightly open.
"There," you said, as you were finishing everything up. "All cleaned up again."
Daryl didnā€™t say anything for now, just giving you a small and a little ashamed nod as you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his sweaty face.
"Get some rest now, tough guy," you whispered, pulling back and standing up. "Youā€™re gonna need it. Remember: Be a good boy for me."
"Yeahā€¦ I... I..." He grunted in response, unable to even finish his thoughts after hearing your words, which were still making his head spin.
You simply smirked, heading towards the door. "Anytime, Daryl. Anytime."
As you walked out of the room, you couldnā€™t help but feel satisfied as well. Daryl Dixon might be tough as hell, but in that moment, he was completely and totally yours.
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pairings:Ā quinn hughes x reader genre:Ā fluff āŽœromance āŽœ warnings:Ā none! this is just cute and wholesome. synopsis:Ā you haven't been on many dates in your life time - but you definetly haven't been on one quite like this one. word count:Ā 4.5k authors note: Ā this is a much anticipated and requests part 2 of book club. I hope you all enjoy!! I doubt this will top book club but it's worth a shot
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ā€œIs this date acceptable?ā€ You ask, twirling a little in front of the mirror - trying to get your outfit from every angle. You huff, pushing your hair away from your face as you turn to face your cat currently perched on the edge of your bed. ā€œYou are no help.ā€ You pout at him, the cat tilting his head in confusion before jumping off the bed.Ā 
Quinn was going to be at your apartment in less then fifteen minutes and you were still second guessing your outfit.Ā 
The mirror offers no new insights, no reassurance, just the same reflection youā€™ve been scrutinising for the last twenty minutes. You tug at the hem of your top, debating whether it looks too casual. Then you turn your attention to the necklaceā€”is it too much? Not enough?
ā€œYou could at least pretend to care,ā€ you mutter, glancing over at your cat, whoā€™s lounging on the floor besides your bed, casually licking a paw. He pauses to give you an unimpressed look before resuming his grooming routine, as if to say, this is your mess to figure out, not mine.
You sigh dramatically, flopping onto the floor beside him. ā€œYou have no idea how hard this is,ā€ you grumble, scratching behind his ears. He leans into your touch for all of three seconds before deciding heā€™s had enough and saunters off toward the windowsill.
ā€œTraitor,ā€ you call after him, sitting up again. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, and your stomach tightens. A quick glance at the screen tells you Quinn is on his way and will be there in less than ten minutes.
Panic sets in. You shoot to your feet, suddenly hyperaware of every little thing about your outfit that might be wrong.Ā 
The shoesā€”do they match?Ā 
The colour of your pantsā€”too bright? Not bright enough?
You shake your head, trying to push the doubts away. This is supposed to be fun. Itā€™s just a casual date, not a job interview, you remind yourself. But the butterflies in your stomach refuse to listen.
Your cat lets out a soft meow from his perch, and you look over to find him watching you with a curious tilt of his head. Itā€™s almost as if heā€™s saying, relax, youā€™re overthinking this.
ā€œEasy for you to say,ā€ you mutter, smoothing a hand over your hair. ā€œYou donā€™t have to worry about impressing anyone. You just show up, purr, and everyone loves you.ā€
The doorbell rings, and your heart leaps into your throat. Okay, showtime. You grab your bag, stealing one last look in the mirror. ā€œHere goes nothing,ā€ you whisper, before heading to the door.
When you open it, there he isā€”Quinn, with that easy, lopsided smile that makes your heart do somersaults. Heā€™s holding a small bouquet of flowers, looking just as nervous as you feel, and somehow that makes it all a little better.
ā€œHey,ā€ he says, his eyes lighting up as he looks at you. ā€œYou look... wow.ā€
Your cheeks heat up, and you canā€™t help but smile. ā€œThanks. I, uh... wasnā€™t sure about the outfit.ā€
ā€œWell, Iā€™m sure,ā€ he replies, holding the flowers out to you. ā€œYou look incredible.ā€ You step aside to let him in, the tension in your shoulders melting away.Ā 
ā€œThe flowers are stunning.ā€ You say as you round the kitchen counter, quickly reaching for the vase underneath the sink - filling it with fresh water and placing the flowers inside. Ā 
ā€œI remember you mentioning you have a cat and probably spent about two hours checking what was toxic to them.ā€ Quinn says with a nervous laugh, his hand raising to rub the back of his neck.Ā 
ā€œSo is this ice skating appropriate?ā€ You question gesturing down to your outfit, the simple flared jeans and Canucks blue knitted sweater seeming overly casual the more you look down at it. ā€œMaybe I should change?ā€ You say quickly, Quinns head shaking vigorously as he reaches forwards to grab hold of your hand.Ā 
ā€œAs long as youā€™re warm thatā€™s all that matters.ā€ He says lifting your hand to place a soft kiss against your knuckles before glancing down at his watch. ā€œBesides we have no time.ā€ He almost drags you out of your apartment only pausing to let you lock your front door, before pulling you out to his car - opening the door for you to slide in.Ā 
You settle into the passenger seat, the warmth of Quinnā€™s earlier gesture still lingering on your skin. The soft scent of his cologne fills the car, and you find yourself relaxing just a little. The tension in your shoulders eases as he jogs around to the driverā€™s side, sliding in and starting the engine.
ā€œYou really didnā€™t have to rush,ā€ you say with a small laugh, buckling your seatbelt. ā€œWe couldā€™ve been a few minutes late.ā€ He grins as he pulls out onto the street. ā€œNot on my watch. First impressions matter. I didnā€™t want you to think I couldnā€™t stick to a plan.ā€
ā€œFirst impressions?ā€ you tease, raising an eyebrow. ā€œI think weā€™re a little past that.ā€
ā€œFirst official date impressions,ā€ he counters smoothly, shooting you a quick glance before focusing back on the road. ā€œTotally different thing. Higher stakes.ā€
You smile, his playful energy easing the last of your nerves. The city lights blur past as the car glides down the road, and you steal a glance at himā€”his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel, the corners of his mouth quirked up in a way that feels impossibly genuine.
The car hums softly as Quinn pulls into the lot underneath the Rogers Arena when the thought hits you this wasnā€™t just a casual skate. It was the family skate, surrounded by Quinnā€™s teammates, their families, and probably more cameras than you cared to think about. Quinn parks and turns to you, his signature lopsided smile breaking through any lingering nerves.Ā 
ā€œReady?ā€ he asks, though his voice carries a hint of uncertainty.
You let out a soft breath, unbuckling your seatbelt. ā€œAre you ready? Donā€™t think Iā€™m going easy on you just because this is your turf.ā€
His laugh is soft, his eyes crinkling at the corners. ā€œIā€™d be offended if you did.ā€
He hops out of the car, grabbing the a bag from the trunk as you step out into the cool air outside the car. The sound of blaring music muffled by the stone walls of the building making you buzz with excitement. Quinn holds his hand out towards you, waiting patiently as you look down at it and then back up at him. He nods towards it once, a smiling breaking out on his face as you slide your hand into his.Ā 
Youā€™d held hands with Quinn before, most times without even thinking about it, but this time for some reason felt different. Quinns hand was warm against yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulls you closer to his side, nodding a quick hello to the security guard at the entrance.Ā 
ā€œQuinn do people know about me?ā€ You ask softly, as the thought hits you. ā€œI kind of feel like Iā€™m intruding.ā€ You whisper as you follow him down the hallways, the music getting louder the close you get to the ice.Ā 
Quinn slows his steps, turning to face you with a reassuring smile. ā€œThey know about you,ā€ he says softly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. ā€œNot everythingā€”but enough to know youā€™re important to me.ā€
Your stomach flutters at his words, but you still hesitate, glancing down the hallway toward the growing buzz of voices and music. ā€œImportant enough to bring me to this?ā€
He grins, leaning closer so only you can hear. ā€œImportant enough that I want you to see this part of my world. Andā€¦ well, if Iā€™m being honest, I think theyā€™ll love you.ā€ You balk at his words, a little Quinn quickly adding, ā€œBut watch out for Elias, heā€™s way too excited to meet you.ā€ You nod your head.Ā 
Quinn had talked about Elias Pettersson - his best friend - several times when you have spent time together in the store. Explained how despite Elias always wanting the best for him, the swede couldnā€™t help but mess with his captain whenever present with an opportunity.Ā 
You raise a skeptical eyebrow. ā€œEven if I wipe out on the ice in front of all of them?ā€ You say, suddenly second guessing all of your athletic abilities.Ā 
Quinn chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. ā€œEspecially then. Theyā€™ll think youā€™re just like me.ā€
That earns a laugh from you, easing some of the tension in your chest. ā€œYouā€™re really not worried about that?ā€
ā€œNot even a little,ā€ he says confidently, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. ā€œBesides, Iā€™ll be right there to catch you. The thought of falling doesnā€™t seem so bad when he says it like that. Taking a deep breath, you nod, letting his calm confidence steady you. ā€œOkay. Letā€™s do this.ā€
With your hand still in his, he leads you into the rink. The air is colder, sharper, and the arena is alive with activityā€”kids darting across the ice, laughter echoing off the walls, and players chatting with their families near the benches.
As you step closer to the boards, you notice a few of the players turning to look your way. Some of the guys offer warm smiles, a few nodding in greeting, most looking between you and their captain in astonishment.Ā 
ā€œA lot of them thought I was bluffing.ā€ He whispers to you as he reaches to grab a pair of skates from the bag heā€™s carrying and hands them to you. ā€œThink you can handle these?ā€ He questions, showing you the tan coloured Bauer hockey skates - the fleece lining already calling your name.Ā 
ā€œQuinn these are like three hundred dollars.ā€ You hiss under your breath, leaning forwards to make sure no one else can hear you. Quinn shrugs, leading you over to the bench motioning for you to sit down.Ā 
ā€œConsider it payment for being willing to go on a date with me.ā€ He says softly, dropping one skate on the bench besides you before fiddling with the one still in his hands. Quinn loosens the laces on the skate, adjusting it until itā€™s ready to slip on your foot. ā€œShoes off.ā€ He says quickly, leaving no time for you to argue, as you toe your sneakers off and slip them under the bench.Ā 
Quinn bends a little, helping you slip your foot into the skate before lifting your leg till your foot sits comfortably between his two thighs, his hands making quick work of fitting the skate to your foot. ā€œLet me know if itā€™s too tight.ā€ He says softly, his brows furrowed in concentration as he pulls each lace tight, one by one. He asks you to wiggle your toes, making sure the fit is comfortable before gently dropping your foot to the ground and repeating the process with your other skate.Ā 
You watch Quinn as he works, his movements careful and deliberate, his hands steady as they tug at the laces. His focus is so intense that you almost forget where you are, the buzz of the rink fading into the background for a moment.
"You're really good at this," you say, breaking the silence.
He glances up, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Well, I've had some practice."
"Yeah, but still," you tease. "This is next-level service. I feel spoiled."
He chuckles, finishing the second skate and giving your knee a playful pat. "You're supposed to feel spoiled. That's the point."
Your cheeks warm at his words, and youā€™re grateful for the excuse to look away as you flex your feet in the skates, testing the fit. "These feel amazing," you admit.
"Good," he says, standing up and offering you his hand. "Now let's see if you can stay on your feet."
You laugh but take his hand, letting him help you up. The skates feel sturdy, even though it takes a moment to adjust to the feeling on walking on the blades, Quinn keeping his hands ready as he follows behind you.Ā 
ā€œYour lack of trust in my ability is astounding.ā€ You call, as you step up to the open door on the bench, bracing both hands on the sides as you finally step onto the ice. The chill hits you immediately, sharper and more invigorating than you remember, the surface is smooth and gleaming, and your skates slide easily, almost too easily as your body gets back into the routine of skating.Ā 
"Okay, this is a little harder than I remember," you admit as you wobble slightly. Quinn grins, skating backward in front of you, his hands reaching out to grab hold of yours.Ā 
"You're doing fine. Just trust your feet." He says, thankful for his assistance as you remind yourself to keep your knees bent.Ā 
You glance down at the ice, then back up at him. "Easy for you to say, Mr. NHL Star." You laugh, panicking as he moves to pull his hands from yours. ā€œDonā€™t you dare.ā€ You hiss, Quinn let out a bark of laughter as he pulls you closer to the centre of the rink.Ā 
With his steady guidance, you feel your confidence grow, giving him a quick nod as he slowly releases your hands you body finally remembering how to skate confidently as Quinn sidles up besides you, his smile infectious as you make your way around the rink comfortably.Ā 
"Youā€™re a natural," Quinn says after a while, his voice warm with encouragement.
ā€œI told you I knew how to skate,ā€ you reply, but you canā€™t help smiling, ā€œwith maybe a bit of a rocky start.ā€Ā 
"Maybe a little," he admits with a wink. "But youā€™re doing great."
As you glide along the boards, a few of Quinnā€™s teammates skate by, some offering waves or teasing remarks. One of themā€”a tall guy with a mischievous grinā€”calls out, "Quinnā€™s got his hands full tonight!"
"Jealous, Petey?" Quinn shoots back, his tone lighthearted.
The guyā€”Peteyā€”grins. "Always, Hughesy. Always." Quinnā€™s teammate circles around once before making his way back to you and Quinn, slipping himself between you and your date with a cheeky smile, shooting his captain a wink before linking his arm with yours. ā€œI need to borrow her for a minute.ā€ He says, Quinn opening his mouth to complain but youā€™re already being dragged away from him.Ā 
Youā€™re whisked away before you can even process whatā€™s happening, your skates gliding awkwardly as Petey pulls you along. You glance over your shoulder at Quinn, who shakes his head with an amused smile, clearly letting Petey have his moment.
ā€œSorry about Hughesy,ā€ Petey says, steering you toward a quieter corner of the rink where a few other players are gathered. ā€œHeā€™s not usually this good at showing off.ā€
ā€œShowing off?ā€ you ask, your voice tinged with playful skepticism.
Petey smirks. ā€œOh, yeah. Trust me, this is peak ā€˜look at me, I have a girlfriendā€™ energy.ā€
You laugh despite yourself, feeling a little of the lingering tension ease. ā€œI wouldnā€™t say heā€™s showing off. Heā€™s justā€¦ā€ You hesitate, searching for the right word.
ā€œObsessed?ā€ Petey supplies, his grin widening. ā€œItā€™s cute, donā€™t worry. Weā€™re all rooting for him.ā€ Before you can respond, another player skates over, clapping Petey on the shoulder. ā€œStop scaring her, man. She just got here.ā€
ā€œAm I scaring you?ā€ Petey asks dramatically, placing a hand over his heart like heā€™s offended.
ā€œNot at all,ā€ you reply, unable to suppress a grin. ā€œYouā€™re moreā€¦ enthusiastic.ā€
The second guy laughs. ā€œCome on, man, let her get back to Quinn before he skates over here and kicks you in the ankles.ā€
Petey sighs theatrically, releasing your arm. ā€œFine. But only because Iā€™m nice.ā€ He pauses, looking you over with an approving nod. ā€œYouā€™re good for him. Donā€™t let him mess this up.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll do my best,ā€ you promise, chuckling as Petey skates off with his friend.
When you return to Quinn, heā€™s standing with his hands on his hips, shaking his head. ā€œI canā€™t leave you alone for five seconds, can I?ā€
You shrug, your grin wide. ā€œYour teammates areā€¦ lively.ā€
ā€œYeah, theyā€™re something,ā€ he says, rolling his eyes fondly. ā€œWhat did Petey say?ā€
ā€œNothing you need to know.ā€
ā€œGreat youā€™ve already got secrets with my friends.ā€ Quinn groans, ā€œIt wasnā€™t anything bad was it?ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™m just glad you think Iā€™m worth showing off for.ā€ You tease, watching as Quinn spin shooting a glare at his friend who is already laughing as he skates to the bench. You laugh with Petey, slipping your arm through Quinnā€™s. ā€œDonā€™t worry, I think itā€™s cute.ā€ You say, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
His cheeks flush slightly. ā€œGlad to hear it. Now, ready to show these guys you can out-skate them?ā€
ā€œOh, absolutely,ā€ you say, feigning confidence. Quinn grins, pulling you back toward the centre of the ice. ā€œThatā€™s the spirit.ā€
As the evening goes on, you find yourself relaxing more and more. The gentle guidance of Quinnā€™s hand, the light teasing from his teammates, and the vibrant energy of the rink all blend together into something that feels magical.
When you finally step off the ice, your cheeks are pink from the cold and laughter, your legs pleasantly tired. Quinn helps you sit back on the bench and starts unlacing your skates with the same careful attention heā€™d shown earlier.
ā€œThank you,ā€ you say softly, watching him work.
He looks up, his expression warm. ā€œFor what?ā€
ā€œFor bringing me here. For letting me be a part of this.ā€
Quinnā€™s smile deepens, and he reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. ā€œI wouldnā€™t want to share it with anyone else.ā€ Your heart swells at his words, and as he finishes with your skates and helps you into your shoes, he makes quick work of pulling off his own skates, slipping on his sneakers as he pulls you up from the bench with him.Ā 
As you rise, Quinn keeps your hand firmly in his, leading you out of the rink. The arena is quieter now, the echoes of laughter and skates on ice fading as families and players begin to trickle out. The cold air nips at your face as you step into the hallway, but itā€™s nothing compared to the warmth still lingering from Quinnā€™s words.
ā€œSo,ā€ he says as you walk side by side, his voice soft, ā€œwhatā€™s the verdict? Best date ever, or are you just being polite?ā€
You chuckle, giving his hand a playful squeeze. ā€œItā€™s definitely up there. Though, I feel like thereā€™s some biasā€”being surrounded by professional skaters might give the date an unfair edge.ā€
Quinn grins, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. ā€œIā€™ll take that as a win.ā€
As you approach the exit, a few of his teammates call out their goodbyes, and you wave shyly, still getting used to the attention. One of them jokes, ā€œDonā€™t let him scare you off, okay?ā€
Quinn groans, shaking his head. ā€œIā€™m never bringing you around these guys again.ā€
You laugh, squeezing his hand. ā€œOh, I donā€™t know. I kind of like seeing you in your element.ā€
ā€œYeah?ā€ he asks, glancing over at you, his expression softening.
ā€œYeah,ā€ you reply, your smile matching his. ā€œYou seemā€¦ happy. Comfortable.ā€
ā€œI am,ā€ he says, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that makes your stomach flutter. ā€œMore than I have been in a while.ā€ As you reach his car, he opens the passenger door for you, and you slide in, the warmth of the vehicle a welcome contrast to the crisp night air. Quinn joins you a moment later, turning on the heat before glancing over at you.
ā€œHungry?ā€ he asks.
ā€œStarving,ā€ you admit.
ā€œGood,ā€ he says, pulling out of the parking lot. ā€œBecause I know a place.ā€
The drive is quiet but comfortable, the kind of silence that feels natural rather than forced. The city lights blur past the window, and you find yourself stealing glances at Quinn, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard.
When he pulls up to a small, cozy diner, you smile. ā€œThis is the place?ā€
He nods. ā€œBest milkshakes in the city. Trust me.ā€ You follow him inside, the warmth and smell of comfort food wrapping around you like a hug. As you slide into the booth across from him, you canā€™t help but think that this night, with its mix of nerves, laughter, and quiet moments, has been just about perfect.Ā 
Quinn leans back against the booth, his eyes scanning the menu even though it seems like he already knows what he wants. He glances up at you with a smirk, catching you mid-gaze as you try to take in every little detail of himā€”how the corners of his mouth curl up slightly when heā€™s relaxed, the way his fingers drum lightly against the table.
ā€œCaught you,ā€ he teases, his voice low but warm.
Your cheeks heat up as you quickly pick up your own menu. ā€œJust deciding what to order,ā€ you reply, attempting to sound nonchalant.
He chuckles softly, clearly not buying it but letting it slide. ā€œWell, if you trust me, Iā€™d say go with the chocolate peanut butter shake. Itā€™s a classic.ā€
ā€œNoted,ā€ you say, still scanning the menu. ā€œAnd what are you getting?ā€
ā€œSame,ā€ he says, setting the menu down confidently. ā€œAnd the fries here? Unreal. We have to share.ā€
You laugh, finally closing your menu. ā€œFine, but only if I get to steal more than half.ā€
ā€œDeal,ā€ he says with a grin. The server comes by, taking your orders with a friendly smile, and as soon as they leave, Quinn rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward slightly. His eyes, even under the warm diner lights, hold a softness that makes your stomach flip.
ā€œSo,ā€ he says, his tone teasing, ā€œwhatā€™s the verdict on skating with a bunch of NHL players? Intimidating or not so bad?ā€ You think for a moment, tapping your fingers lightly against the edge of the table.Ā 
ā€œNot so bad,ā€ you admit. ā€œBut I think I was more worried about falling and making a fool of myself than anything else.ā€
Quinnā€™s smile widens. ā€œYou handled it like a pro. Way better than I did my first time skating with those guys.ā€
ā€œWait, are you telling me youā€™ve fallen on the ice in front of your teammates before?ā€ you ask, your eyebrows shooting up in mock disbelief.
ā€œNot just fallen,ā€ he says with a laugh. ā€œIā€™ve wiped out. Full-on face-plant. And they will never let me live it down.ā€The image of Quinn sprawled out on the ice has you laughing so hard your sides ache.Ā 
ā€œYou? The guy who skates backward without even trying? I need to see proof.ā€
ā€œOh, thereā€™s proof,ā€ he groans, shaking his head. ā€œBut youā€™re not getting your hands on it.ā€
You narrow your eyes at him, pretending to think. ā€œWeā€™ll see about that.ā€
The conversation flows easily, a mix of playful banter and genuine moments, and by the time your milkshakes and fries arrive, it feels like no time has passed at all. Quinn slides the basket of fries toward you first, motioning for you to take the first bite.
ā€œOkay, you hyped these up,ā€ you say, picking one up and dipping it into the side of ketchup. ā€œTheyā€™d better be amazing.ā€
You take a bite, and your eyes widen in surprise. ā€œOkay, wow. These are ridiculous.ā€
ā€œTold you,ā€ he says smugly, grabbing a fry of his own. ā€œNow you see why I keep coming back here.ā€ The two of you fall into a rhythmā€”sharing fries, sipping milkshakes, and trading stories about everything and nothing. Itā€™s easy, comfortable, like youā€™ve been doing this for years instead of just one night. At one point, Quinn tells you about a prank his teammates pulled involving a lost skate blade and a bucket of confetti, and you laugh so hard you almost choke on your milkshake.
When the food is gone and the server drops off the check, Quinn is quick to grab it, waving off your protest before you can even get a word out.
ā€œYou can get the next one,ā€ he says with a grin, slipping his card into the little black folder. ā€œIf I let you win.ā€
ā€œOh, youā€™re planning on more dates?ā€ you tease, though your heart skips at the implication.
He leans forward slightly, his expression playful but earnest. ā€œAbsolutely.ā€
The drive back to your apartment is quieter but no less comfortable, the kind of silence that feels natural, like neither of you needs to fill it with words. When Quinn pulls up outside your building, he hops out quickly, coming around to open your door for you.
ā€œChivalry isnā€™t dead,ā€ you tease, stepping out.
ā€œNot on my watch,ā€ he replies with a wink.
The cold night air greets you as you step outside. Snowflakes drift lazily down, dusting the cars and sidewalks with a fresh layer of white. Quinn pauses, looking up at the sky.
ā€œPerfect end to the night,ā€ he says, his breath visible in the chill.
You tilt your head back, letting the snowflakes land on your face. ā€œIt really is.ā€
Quinn watches you for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Then, without warning, he scoops up a handful of snow, quickly packing it into a loose ball.
ā€œWhat are youā€”ā€ you start, but before you can finish, he gently taps the snowball against your shoulder, laughing.
ā€œOh, youā€™re asking for it,ā€ you say, bending down to gather your own snow.
What follows is a brief but spirited snowball fight, laughter ringing out into the quiet night. Quinn, as it turns out, is both fast and surprisingly accurate, though heā€™s careful not to pelt you too hard. You manage to land a shot right on his chest, and his mock-offended expression is priceless. Finally, breathless and grinning, you both call a truce. Quinn brushes the snow off his jacket, his cheeks pink from the cold.
ā€œYouā€™re pretty competitive,ā€ he says, his eyes twinkling.
ā€œYou bring it out of me,ā€ you reply with a shrug, still smiling.
You both linger in the snow, his soft brown curls slowly becoming more decorated with the dropping snowflakes, the quiet of the night wrapping around you like a cocoon. With the snow falling softly and the world feels impossibly still. Quinn looks down at you, his hands tucked into his pockets, his expression softer now.
ā€œThanks for tonight,ā€ you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
He steps closer, his breath visible in the cold. ā€œNo, thank you. For saying yes.ā€
For a moment, it feels like the world stops entirely. Then, Quinn reaches up, brushing a snowflake off your cheek before letting his hand linger, his thumb grazing your skin gently. Your breath catches, and before you can think, heā€™s leaning in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss thatā€™s as soft and warm as the snow falling around you, his hands latching onto your sweater to pull you closer.
When he pulls back, his eyes search yours, his voice quiet. ā€œCan I see you again?ā€Ā 
You smile, your cheeks flushing, but this time itā€™s not from the cold. ā€œYeah,ā€ you whisper. ā€œIā€™d like that.ā€
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spicy-apple-pie Ā· 1 year ago
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I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE COMIC >:))))))
I did warn youā€¦
Okay so idk if a lot of people know this, but Damian was originally given up for adoption right after he was born before his story was reconned.
So in this comic, Damian is 9 years old and in the foster system in Gotham, unknowing who his parents are. Heā€™s never stays long in a home because heā€™s very aggressive. Heā€™s smart though, so he orders a DNA testing kit to hopefully find a relative to take him. Imagine his shock when he finds out his father is Bruce Wayne.
So this 9 year old walks into WE by himself, toddles up to the secretary, and asks to see Bruce Wayne. The secretary is like ā€œhaha okay, let me help you find your parents.ā€ And Damian is like ā€œyou can. My dad is Bruce Wayne.ā€
And then Tim shows up!! And heā€™s like, ā€œwhoā€™s your dad?ā€
And Damian is suddenly really nervous and shyly passes Tim the DNA test results. Tim looks them over, and Damian thinks heā€™s going to get turned away. But then Tim smiles at him and asks him if he has time for a drink.
Damian basically explains his life story over a cup of hot chocolate to Tim. Tim listens and tells him that heā€™ll make sure Bruce sees it and gives him his number if he has any questions (Damian doesnā€™t have a phone). Damian gets up to throw out his cup but Tim is like ā€œoh I can throw that out for you. Talk to you soon!ā€
Cut to the BatCave where Bruce is staring at the DNA test results. Showing him and Talia as the parents. Tim stands behind him. ā€œI doubled and tripled checked.ā€ He says. ā€œNot to mention heā€™s the spitting image of you.ā€ He mumbles under his breath, knowing that Bruce isnā€™t in the mood for jokes right now. Alfred places some Tylenol beside Bruce using his butler powers to sense his on coming headache.
ā€œAnd you said he walked into the lobby by self?ā€ Bruce asked.
ā€œYeah, he said he took the bus.ā€
ā€œOh dear,ā€ Alfred comments, ā€œthat is certainly not safe for a boy his age in Gotham. I wonder if his social worker knows about thatā€¦ā€
So the next morning, Damian finds that heā€™s out of custody from his foster parents. And heā€™s like ā€œbut I didnā€™t do anything this time!ā€ And his social workers like ā€œno, theyā€™re getting charged with child endangerment. We already have a place lined up for you.ā€
Lo and behold, his new foster home is Wayne Manor. And he meets Bruce for the first time and heā€™s really nervous. And Bruce has to turn away because he almost starts crying. And Damian asks Alfred if he did something wrong and Alfredā€™s like ā€œno, heā€™s just very happy to see you.ā€
And thatā€™s basically it. But I also have this idea of how he discovers his Dad is Batman.
He comes downstairs in the early morning for a snack before going back to sleep to find Red Hood raiding their fridge. He runs to Bruce and heā€™s freaking because fucking RED HOOD broke into their house.
And Bruce groans and is mildly annoyed about and Damian is like ā€œ???? Does this happen often????ā€ Bruce brings him downstairs and Red Hood is still there, but making a grilled cheese with his helmet off.
ā€œJay, how many times do we need to tell you know masks in the house?ā€
ā€œI dunno. How many fucking children are you going to adopt?ā€ He gestures to Damian hiding behind Bruce.
ā€œHe doesnā€™t know yet, Jay. I was going to wait until he was more comfortable.ā€
Jason is a little sheepish because he did give the kid a bit of a fright, so he turns around to apologize and introduce himself. And instantly is like ā€œholy shit, thatā€™s a bio kid.ā€
ā€œLanguage, Jayā€¦ā€
ā€œDonā€™t language me, where the fuck did he come from???ā€
ā€œWhat is happening??!!ā€ Damian finally yells.
And then Bruce shows him the BatCave.
I did warn you Iā€™d talk your ear off. I came up with this circa. 2018 - 2019 but I feel like I finally have the skill to draw it. And I honestly fell in love with it again, so I might lol.
Edit: I did it
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cherry-pop-elf Ā· 3 months ago
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New Chapter
Anya x Reader
Can be read as platonic because we all want the best for her
SUM: Anya gets an abortion so you and the rest of the crew wait for her. You were the first one, however, to see her after surgery. Also because fuck you, abortion rights
Warnings: Abortion, sexual assault, jimmy, medical situations, abortion rights, domestic happy family
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ā€œHow long is it gonna take?ā€ Daisuke asked, as he was worried but also excited. Excited for Anya to feel better. Worried for wellā€¦.Not like heā€™s had the best reactions to medical situations. Example A being Curly in the wheelchair next to him.
Curly was doing so much better now that he was actually on the planet again. The doctors were still jaw dropped that Anya was able to keep him alive with so little. Was not only a testimony to how she refused for him to die, but him refusing to leave his crew behind as well. Itā€™s still a long journey ahead, but he was in clean bandages and clothes at least. Was even able to talk again. Sorta. Rather raspy but he will get there.
Jeez where to start on how you all got here to begin with.
ā€œSheā€™s going to be fine. Abortion is way less invasive than you think. It really depends on how far along, but luckily she isnā€™t too far for it to be to extreme. Not sure what type she went for, but whatever she chose she chooses. Just grateful we were able to return home before she reached to far along.ā€ You would admit, as you would check up on Curlyā€™s IV bag for him. Taking over Anyaā€™s roll until she could return.
ā€œYa knowā€¦.My wife had an abortion.ā€ Swansea said, and it made all of you look over to him in pure surprise.
ā€œWhatā€™s the funny look for? Ya think Iā€™m a freak that would refuse my wife that? She needed it! The kid justā€¦.It ainā€™t my place, but the kid just wasnā€™t gonna survive. Either she carried it to term and die with em, or she just skips the heart ache. Not like it was her fault. We got two healthy girls at the end of the day. We got em because she got rid of that fucked up one.ā€ He explained, as Daisuke seemed wide eyed in respect.
Explains why he snapped more clearly.
Anya had explained to Swansea what had happened, and before you pre Daisuke knew it Jimmyā€™s head was sliced off and rolling across the kitchen floor. Poor Suke threw up all over you from the sight, and shock. Then threw up again when he learned why he did such a thing. Lots of puking and crying. Fitting.
ā€œGlad that damn company is dead. Whose wise idea was it to have a single woman surrounded by men. No offense you two-ā€œ Curly would wheeze, before you would help him take his medication. Sure is easier to take pills when you actually give him water and take it slow. No choking or crying.
ā€œThats a can of worms I donā€™t want us to talk about.ā€ Swansea would scoff. As a father to two girls he had a lot of things to say. Daisuke would be willing to listen, sure, but honestly you all had enough emotional fatigue to last multiple life times.
Thank god Curly was so high up on the food chain at the company. They knew they would get into more hot water if their, once, top captain suddenly vanished. Wouldnā€™t make their bankruptcy any smoother. For once they did the right thing and sent Simeon to save them.
Funny. A capitalist corporate organization took responsibility for their actions. For the right reasons? No. But they still took it. Strange. Isnā€™t it?
ā€œIs she done yet?ā€ Daisuke would whine, as you laughed at his childish nature. As if waiting on a sister to get out of the dentists office. You found it rather endearing honestly. That despite it all he was still having a heart full of love and excitement.
ā€œGo play on your toy.ā€ Swansea would grumble, as Suke whined. Regardless he would pull out his game boy. A nice excuse to play video games with out any guilt on wasting his time. Enjoying life shouldnā€™t be a burden.
ā€œNeed anything, Curly?ā€ You would ask him, since you planned on going to the bathroom. Yeah Swansea and Daisuke could handle him, but you still wanted to be polite. Maybe you could grab him something from the vending machines. Maybe a soda. Some sugar in his system would do him good. Anya said that sugary bubble water of some kind, like sprite, can help quite a lot with indigestion.
ā€œI should be fine. Thank you for asking though. Sorry you have toā€¦ā€ He would admit, as he looked himself over. His missing limbs now properly covered up with fabric to keep them clean, and allow him some kind of independence. The fabric on the stumps were padded. With enough practice and effort he would certainly be able to roll himself around.
Then again this was a world of space travel. He was going to get cyborged eventually, but you need to be healed first before such an intense operation. Canā€™t rush something like this.
ā€œHey. I do it because I can. Not because I have to. You are our captain. Let me be a good solider.ā€ You teased him, and even in his broken face you could see a smile.
Swansea have you a head nod to indicate he would ā€˜take care of the boysā€™ and you were off to use the restroom.
Once done with that you would grab a soda from the vending machine for Curly, a bag of candy for Daisuke, and some pretzels for Swansea. As you were making your way back a nurse would motion you over.
ā€œMiss Anya was asking for you. She has finished her operation, and wanted you to see her.ā€
You were surprised at that. You expected Curly to be her first guest. Did something go wrong? Oh you couldnā€™t help but freak out.
You followed after the nurse quickly, and all you were shown was Anya resting in her hospital bed. Tired, but relieved. Mostly. You saw that familiar stress in her eyes. That same stress she had when asking you if she made the right choice in asking Jimmy for help with medicating Curly.
That worry of if I did the right thing.
The nurse would leave you to alone, and you would quickly set the snacks aside. Now you were sitting next to her, in a chair, and holding her hand. Ready to be the shoulder she needed.
ā€œHey there Doc. How you doing?ā€ You asked her, as you carefully stroked the back of her hand. Made sure to be mindful of all the tubes and wires.
ā€œWellā€¦.It went far smoother than I expected. It was just so quick. They didnā€™t even need to put me under. The IV is more so for the issues I already had because of being stranded on the ship for so long. It was just so quick. So painless. Was just like pulling a thorn out of an arm. It wasā€¦.Simple.ā€ She would try and explain to you. Needing to make sure to stop herself before using doctor jargon.
ā€œToo easy?ā€ You puzzled.
ā€œYes. It was justā€¦.I expected pain. Pain and anxiety and horror. Suppose even a nurse can come to learn a thing or twoā€¦..ā€
She was hiding something, and you had an educated guess on what.
ā€œYou expected Jimmy to break down the door. Werenā€™t you?ā€
There was silence, but it told you everything.
ā€œScoot over. Move it sister-ā€œ You were now crawling into the medical bed with her, moving the wires around, and soon snuggled into her side. Hugging her close, and especially with your arm over her stomach.
ā€œYou did the right thing. Itā€™s your body at the end of it all. You took responsibility of taking care of yourself. You wouldnā€™t have been able to live a proper life. You went to med school. You donā€™t need me to tell you the horrors of pregnancy and birth. That alone is terrifying. But also you simply not wanting to be pregnant is enough. Ainā€™t no Jimmyā€™s gonna storm in and say otherwise.ā€ You huffed, as she smiled. Her head leaning into yours.
ā€œYeahā€¦.No more Jimmyā€™s. Pretty sure Swansea will make sure of that.ā€ She did her best to joke, and you were proud of her for it. This whole ordeal was hell. Hell none of you will ever truly walk away from. But thatā€™s ok. You all had each other to lean on.
ā€œI think Iā€™m ready for everyone now.ā€ Anya would whisper, as you gave her hand a squeeze. You were so proud of her. This was all such a nightmare, but sheā€™s taking it in stride.
ā€œHell yeah.ā€ You agreed, before climbing out of the bed. You made sure to grab the snacks, and exited the hospital room.
ā€œCome on guys-! Anya is waiting on you-!ā€ You shameless shouted outside of the room. She couldnā€™t help her face palm. Daisuke sure was an influence on you.
ā€œI wanna push Curly!ā€
ā€œLike hell you are-!ā€
They would bicker away, before Curly said ā€˜fuck itā€™ and did his best to roll himself over. He sure was a stubborn one. Made it half way before you figured that was enough work out for one person.
ā€œPretty far! Getting better at it-!ā€ You encouraged, as the two men realized how far Curly rolled off on before finally following you two into Anyaā€™s room.
ā€œHAPPY NO BIRTH-DAY!ā€ Daisuke would cheer, as Anya shook her head at such a joke.
ā€œGod dammit kid-ā€œ Swansea side, before he came over to Anya. Giving her head a kiss. Just comforting her much like a father would.
ā€œHow many of us need to be in medical beds?ā€ Curly would give a raspy snort, as Anya reached her hand out. He would lean his head over, and she would give it a stroke. As if all his hair never burned off. A means of holding his hand, in a way, compared to just grasping a limb.
She didnā€™t need children.
She had all of you.
What else could a woman want?
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Since you were willing to read through this story to the end, and get a nice in depth look on the importance of such why not donate to some organizations? : D
Planned Parenthood
Nation Network For Abortion Funds
National Abortion Federation
The Bridge Alliance
The Satanic Temple
ActBlue
No worry on donating. Spreading awareness and signing petitions still help! The more people learn and understand the better! Could also like reblog with other organizations or petitions!
Abortion is healthcare!
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dollfaceksj Ā· 1 year ago
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still donā€™t know my name | jjk (m) pt. 2
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āž„ banner by: @archivedkookie.
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āž„ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader
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āž„ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighborā€”that you canā€™t standā€”turns out to be the person behind the online account youā€™ve been sexting. You still donā€™t know his name.
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āž„ GENRE: smut ā‹† cybersex ā‹† enemies
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āž„ CATEGORY: mini three-shot
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āž„ WARNINGS: mentions of rough sex; slapping, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, name calling, humiliation, degradation, mean!jk, biker!jkšŸ˜‹, bratty!reader (like reallll bratty), nude exchanging, pornography, cybersex, reader is a bit dumb, actually very dumb, sexting, flirting, neighbor beef, tension, jk smokes, bit of angst (cus it wouldnā€™t be a fic of mine if it didnā€™t have angst ofc), mentions of raw sex (WRAP IT UP), minors DNI
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āž„ WORDCOUNT: 11.8k
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a/n: whew. HI. canā€™t believe pt1 went off like thatšŸ˜­ thank u sm for enjoying this fic !
thanks to tumblrā€™s new 1k max blocks limit, i had to add the rest in a reblog. youā€™ll find a link to it at the bottom!
i call this a mini three-shot cause i just left out all the unimportant stuff. it just constantly skips to scenes where yn & jk bump into each other i really dgaf if itā€™s coincidental the entire time. i had and still have no intention of adding more lore than necessaryšŸ˜­ its just a pwp so i rlly dc abt the lack of story telling and whatnot i just wanted to get this horny idea out šŸ™„
make sure to check out eliā€™s version too! <3
enjoy šŸ˜˜šŸ˜˜ ā€” the next part (pt. 3) will be the final part!
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#2 ā€” ā€œgameboyā€
You still donā€™t know his name.
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And that is how you spend the rest of your weeks.
Flirting.
Sexting.
Sending pictures of your naked body to a random stranger on the internet.
A random stranger whose name you do not know.
A random stranger that doesnā€™t know your name, either.
A random stranger that youā€™re somehow slightly possessive over.
A random stranger thatā€™s somehow slightly possessive over you.
Constantly posting subtweets about each other only further proves that. Indirectly wanting to tell other people to back off without actually doing so.
Itā€™s crazy how you two clicked almost immediately. Maybe men arenā€™t a lost cause after all.
The subtweets consist of more pornographic content, provoking each other and wording your wishes of what you would like to do to one another on your timelines.
Like posting captions that say, ā€˜wish you were hereā€™ alongside a video of a woman getting fucked into a worn-out mattress.
Or ā€˜this could be usā€™ and itā€™s a video of 2 people kissing like itā€™s their last day on earth.
But then at times, you both just chat like best friends. Talk about the movies you like. Or the anime he recommends. Or the music he likes to listen to. He gets oddly defensive about Justin Bieber.
Even though youā€™re both aware that youā€™re two strangers, you canā€™t help but feel like you two have known each other for longer than just a few weeks.
Like the time you found out you live in the same timezone. Live in the same state. Grew up watching the same things on TV. Have heard of each otherā€™s high schools.
But any details have been kept private so farā€”for safety reasons, of course.
Itā€™s not like you donā€™t trust him. Itā€™s not that. Itā€™s just weird sharing personal info with someone you donā€™t know personally.
But thereā€™s been some talks about potentially meeting each other.
You wonder what heā€™s like in real life.
You bet heā€™s as charming as he is through text. Probably average looking but you donā€™t mind in the slightest. Pretty men only break hearts.
You still donā€™t know what he looks like and vice versa.
You still donā€™t know his name and vice versa.
Somehow you both wordlessly agreed on revealing your faces when you meet for the first time. The only physical details youā€™ve noticed are some of his tattoos that you can barely make out thanks to the poor quality of his pictures. His toned body. Veins. Sweatpants.
Most of his pictures are taken in the dark. Seems like heā€™s always just holed up at home and you deduce he might be a homebody or a gamerā€”something like that.
You usually canā€™t stand gamers (cue your annoying fucking neighbor) however, you canā€™t help but fantasize about sucking this random online stranger off while heā€™s gaming or have him bend you over his gaming setup. Let him fuck you from behind over his keyboard. Hips pounding into your asscheeks as his gaming chair squeaks.
The buzzing of your phone next to your hip snaps you out of your sinful trance.
[Twitter]
@archurback4me sent you a message!
Your heart always jolts like itā€™s been resuscitated every single time he sends you a message and that hasnā€™t changed in the past few weeks. There are simply no words to describe how it feels when your phone buzzes and itā€™s the person youā€™re thinking about.
You sit straight up on your couch, crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce as you giddily unlock your phone.
@archurback4me | 11:12AM
Goodmorning brat
Howā€™d you sleep
Sleep. Howā€™d you sleep.
Right, thatā€™s what youā€™d forgotten!
You | 11:13AM
wait omg
now i remember
i dreamed about you omggg
well you were kinda faceless but in my dream i knew it was you
@archurback4me | 11:13AM
Did you?
What kind of dream
You | 11:13AM
honestly it started out weird as fuck lol
i wish i could tell you something sexy but it really isnā€™t
you were in my old high school trying to buy something from the vending machine and it wouldnā€™t work
so you ended up punching it and then i stopped you
and told you to hit me instead like some kind of pick me girl lmaoooooo
@archurback4me | 11:14AM
LMAOOOO
Bruhhh
That is so random
Hitting you is crazy
You | 11:14AM
i know
i mean
watching you be so aggressive was pretty hot tho
woke up w drenched panties
@archurback4me | 11:15AM
That so?
You got proof or are you just talking out of your ass?
You | 11:15AM
ur trying to see my pussy at 11am? really? youā€™re horny at this hour?
@archurback4me | 11:16AM
11AM or 11PM
Idgaf
Let me see that pretty pussy
How are you supposed to decline when he says it like that?
You want to do everything he asks. Anything. Want him to want you. Need him to want you.
You drag your sweats down your legs, tossing them off your bed with a quick kick. The tip of your finger slips under the elastic of your panties, peeling it off your pussy and sliding it to the side.
Arm stretched out, you reach for a low angle of your glistening pussy. Thereā€™s a teeny tiny bit of stubble coming through, not that either of you really care.
You snap a quick photo. Check it. Arenā€™t satisfied. Snap a few more until youā€™re okay with the row of pictures you can choose from.
You | 11:19AM
(You sent a photo.)
@archurback4me | 11:21AM
For fucks sake
That wet from imagining me shaking up a vending machine, are you?
Shit
Canā€™t stop staring
You | 11:21AM
well yes.
i mean honestly
i donā€™t fantasize about you hitting me or anything like that
but being slapped across the face by you kind of sounds... hot
@archurback4me | 11:23AM
Iā€™ve seen you tweet about it before
And youā€™ve rted several videos like that
So trust me
I know youā€™re into that
You | 11:23AM
hmm
yeah
i think itā€™s hot
but not like.. the way youā€™d slap someone for making fun of your mom
just... a quick slap to make me look at you when iā€™m disobeying
:)
@archurback4me | 11:23AM
Choking, spanking, slapping, hairpulling, spitting, gagging
You sure you can take all that?
You | 11:23AM
are you challenging me?
@archurback4me | 11:25AM
No
I know better than to challenge a brat over text
Just wanna make sure angel
You | 11:25AM
trust me iā€™ll be loud about it if i donā€™t like it
but only if youā€™re down with it
@archurback4me | 11:26AM
I am
Because your dirty mouth definitely deserves a few slaps whenever you start yapping like you do so well
You | 11:27AM
kiss my ass jay
you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid lmao
Oh, right. Heā€™d told you to call him Jay about two weeks ago. Youā€™ve been calling him that ever since.
@archurback4me | 11:30AM
Wish I could princess
Let me see that ass one more time
You | 11:30AM
šŸ™„.
what do i get in return?
@archurback4me | 11:32AM
Iā€™ll write your username on my pelvis and post a vid of me jacking off
Oh.
The thought of him, jacking off with your username written across his pelvis, free for everyone to see. The thought of claiming him. Having him all to yourself.
The tingle in your core is impossible to ignore. You want him.
You | 11:33AM
so all those ppl chatting you up in your dms know that you ultimately belong to me?
@archurback4me | 11:33AM
If thatā€™d allow me to see your ass then 100%
You | 11:33AM
ur so thirsty
so many asses you can see online
why mine
@archurback4me | 11:34AM
Because yours is my favorite duh
You donā€™t have to of course
Thereā€™s a compromise, isnā€™t there?
His favorite?
Does he chat with other people as well? Do others send him pictures of their body too? Does he send them pictures too?
That alone brings a scowl to your face but you quickly realize that, yes, he can do what he wants.
You get up on your knees and stretch your arm out behind you. Phone upside down. Hit record. Spank your ass. Catch the watch it recoils on camera.
Repeat.
Make him never want anyone else again.
You | 11:35AM
šŸ™„.
just shut up
(You sent a video.)
@archurback4me | 11:35AM
Holy shit I need you
I need you so bad
Ahhhh youā€™re driving me fucking crazy
You | 11:36AM
you could have me
@archurback4me | 11:36AM
Iā€™m so serious Iā€™ll come one of these weeks and Iā€™m not even joking
You | 11:36AM
i wish you would
@archurback4me | 11:38AM
I will
Give me a date Iā€™ll write it down
You | 11:38AM
youā€™re coming to stay for a few days, right?
i have plenty of room in my bed for you
@archurback4me | 11:39AM
Hmm
Was hoping youā€™d say that
One night with you would never be enough for me
You | 11:40AM
hehe
exactly 3 weeks from now
the entire week
what do you say?
@archurback4me | 11:42AM
Never noted something faster
I have a dog though
So I was thinking itā€™d be easier for you to come to me
You | 11:43AM
i donā€™t mind you bringing your dog
luv dogs
but donā€™t think i forgot about what i was gonna get in return for sending you my ass
@archurback4me | 11:44AM
Jeez
He doesnā€™t reply for quite some time. The typing bubble doesnā€™t pop up either.
But after several minutes a new tweet pops up on your feed.
He didnā€™t caption it. Just a video that starts with his abs. You watch as his fingers trail down his stomach and tug his underwear down, revealing his squiggly inked skin.
And there it is, ā€˜@bratgaIoreā€™ written across his pelvis in black marker.
He spits in his hand and wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking his rock hard dick at a perfect pace. The sound has been turned off and you really wish it wasnā€™t but then again, you donā€™t want anyone else hearing him.
Want him sounding pretty for you. Just for you.
Youā€™ve clearly been staring at the video for too long because you get a new message.
@archurback4me | 11:54AM
Happy?
You | 11:56AM
holy shit
you actually did it
@archurback4me | 11:57AM
Of course I did
I donā€™t play when it comes to that ass of yours
You | 11:58AM
hm
now im rlly horny
@archurback4me | 11:58AM
Arenā€™t you always
You | 11:58AM
thanks to you
i hate you
@archurback4me | 11:59AM
Thatā€™s fine
The feelingā€™s mutual anyway
Gonna enjoy the way you fall apart under me when I fuck you
Fuck you until youā€™re stupid
You | 12:03PM
a dream come true
:p
guess what
@archurback4me | 12:04PM
Hm?
You | 12:06PM
(You sent a photo.)
The photo is a picture of your soaking wet pussy with his username written on your pelvis in black marker, too.
@archurback4me | 12:08PM
What the fuck
Youā€™re trying to fucking kill me angel
I need to insert my tongue immediately
You | 12:09PM
here come the harvard graduates
insert is crazy
@archurback4me | 12:10PM
You drive me crazy
Pussy got me acting all formal and shit LMAOO
Got me wanting to wear a bib and say ItadakimasušŸ˜‹ when I dive in
Fuck
Want you on my face so fucking bad
Spank you while you ride my face
Donā€™t think Iā€™ve ever seen something so pretty
Think my mind will change when I see your face though
You | 12:11PM
LMAOOOO not itadakimasušŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
hmm
you like it?
@archurback4me | 12:12PM
Are you insane
I keep going back to it
You should write my username when we meet so I can see it when I take your clothes off
Know that your pussy belongs to me
You | 12:12PM
if you do it too
@archurback4me | 12:13PM
Deal
You | 12:13PM
hehe
šŸ˜‹.
btw
@archurback4me | 12:14PM
Hm?
You | 12:14PM
are you clean
@archurback4me | 12:15PM
What?
You | 12:16PM
like
are you clean
for raw sex
@archurback4me | 12:16PM
Oh
Yeah I am
Iā€™ll send you my results when Iā€™m home
You | 12:16PM
you donā€™t have to do that i believe you
iā€™m clean too
where are you rn?
@archurback4me | 12:16PM
Just left to meet a friend
You | 12:17PM
oh
youā€™re not texting and driving right
@archurback4me | 12:18PM
Of course not, babe.
How am I supposed to meet my dumb girl when Iā€™m dead?
Iā€™m going by foot
Babe.
My dumb girl.
This is dangerous territory.
You | 12:19PM
hm
just like how i want to be the death of you as i tease you while ur in public
@archurback4me | 12:19PM
Donā€™t
Iā€™m warning you
I donā€™t wanna meet my friends with a raging boner
I just got rid of one
You | 12:20PM
ur so easy lol
@archurback4me | 12:22PM
Just you wait you little brat
Gonna leave you so fucking sore when Iā€™m done with you
No breaks
Fuck you the whole week long
You | 12:23PM
hmm
gonna fuck me like you hate me?
@archurback4me | 12:24PM
I do hate you
A lot
Dumb girl
Donā€™t think thatā€™s gonna change when I see you in real life
Might get even more pissed off when I see your bratty mug actually
I just know your face is so fucking bratty
You | 12:25PM
youā€™d be obsessed with me
iā€™m really pretty
@archurback4me | 12:26PM
Lmao yeah I probably will be
Iā€™m sure you are
Gonna defile your pretty face when I cum all over it you stupid brat
But my friendā€™s here
Iā€™ll ttyl princess
You | 12:27PM
canā€™t wait
bye daddy
@archurback4me | 12:27PM
Hell nahhhhh
Donā€™t call me that
You | 12:30PM
ok then bye mr. fuck-you-everyday-of-the-week
@archurback4me | 12:30PM
And will
Night after night
You | 12:30PM
go already
byeeeee
@archurback4me | 12:32PM
Bye princess
You go about your day like you usually would and later that night, he ends up sending you his results anyway. You were already asleep by then, though.
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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 30] Graduation
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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Fluff
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ā€œAre you ready to go?ā€ Satoru asks, walking into your room to find you sitting in front of the vanity. Youā€™re finishing up your makeup, putting the lash touch on your lips. His heart skips a beat, and he could faint right at this moment. Heā€™s the luckiest man alive. He still has to rush you, ā€œYou canā€™t be late to your own graduation.ā€
ā€œIs Anzu ready?ā€ You question, and Satoru hums in response. He walks over to the bed and takes a seat to watch you.
ā€œWhat? Do you not think Iā€™m responsible enough? I can handle a baby.ā€ Satoru says, as if you didnā€™t find your daughter nearly chewing an extension cord yesterday because he took his eyes off her for a second. Youā€™re taking an awfully long time to answer the question which makes Satoru scoff, ā€œSheā€™s ready and with your mom.ā€
ā€œGood.ā€ You answer, turning your attention back to yourself yet again. Which type of earrings will be best? Satoru got you some beautiful diamond earrings for this occasion but youā€™re not sure you want to wear themā€“ You donā€™t want to show off to everybody that your fiancĆ© is filthy rich.
ā€œWhy donā€™t you put on the ones I got you?ā€ Satoru sees that youā€™re struggling to pick the earrings youā€™ll wear for the night, so heā€™ll make a suggestion. You ignore him though, and he canā€™t help but laugh. He stands up, ā€œIā€™ll go check on Ren while you finish up then.ā€
ā€œYeah, make sure he showered.ā€ You tell him, and Satoru hums in response. He walks out of the room, getting ready to deal with the nine-year-old even though the child only seems to listen to you. The man feels like neither of his kids really listen to him, but he guesses he deserves it.
You smile back at yourself in the mirror, elated with how things go. Accepting Satoruā€™s breakfast offer as a date made your life changeā€“ Youā€™d argue for the better, though some people didnā€™t want you and Satoru to get back together. It took you a while to officially start dating, since Satoru was married; even though you knew his marriage wasnā€™t authentic, you didnā€™t want to interfere with any of the mess that was going on.
Satoru began the divorce process with Sayo not too long after asking you out. It was a mutual decision that they kept hidden for as long as they possibly could. Even after their divorce was finalized, they refused to share the news with Sayoā€™s parents. You understood completely, knowing that it was a bigger issue than what it seemed. You had Satoru all to yourself either way, you didnā€™t really care what a random pair of old people thought.Ā 
The truth came to light eventually, when you got pregnant with your baby girl. It ended Sayoā€™s relationship with her parents, but time has passed and sheā€™s much happier without them. It was around two years ago, when Ren kept begging for a baby brother, and Satoru convinced you that it would be a great idea. You wanted another baby so there wasnā€™t the need for too much convincing either way. Unluckily for Ren, Anzu ended up being a baby girl.Ā 
If you were given the chance to go back in time and change something, youā€™d keep everything the same. Maybe you wouldā€™ve kicked Satoruā€™s groin once or twice, but youā€™d do it all again. For Ren, for Anzu. For Satoru as well, though you wouldnā€™t admit it outloud.
ā€œRen isnā€™t ready!ā€ Satoru yells, and you canā€™t help but chuckle as you roll your eyes. Your sweet baby boy is slowly becoming disobedient, and itā€™s a bit frustrating. You knew it was going to happen eventually, itā€™s just hard to believe that your baby boy is slowly setting off on his own adventure.
ā€œRen! Come here!ā€ You yell, and within a matter of seconds your son comes running into your room. He doesnā€™t listen to Satoru, but you? Heā€™ll listen to almost everything you have to say.
ā€œWhatā€™s up?ā€ He asks, and you look him over. You shake your head disappointedly, seeing that heā€™s still wearing pajamas.
ā€œDo you want to stay home? Mrs. Gojo is more than happy to babysit.ā€ Even when the woman is about to become your mother-in-law, you refuse to call her anything other than Mrs. Gojo. Sheā€™s the grandmother of your two kids, but you refuse to acknowledge her in any other way.
You barely have a relationship with her, for many reasons. Main one is that Satoru doesnā€™t really want to associate himself with her, not after everything that went down with Ren. Frankly, the only reason he even speaks to her is because Ren adores herā€“ Though you believe that his opinion about his grandma is slowly changing because Ren quickly shakes his head.
ā€œWeā€™re going to her home later anyway, you can stand behind.ā€ You assure him, but he shakes his head before darting out of the room. You almost laugh before yelling, ā€œMake sure you donā€™t stink!ā€
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ā€œThere she is!ā€ You hear Satoru yell, and you turn around to find him with your little family. Your one-year-old squeals at the sight of her mother, while Ren glares at the baby for stealing his spotlight. You walk over to them, taking your baby Anzu into your arms before leaning down to kiss Renā€™s forehead.Ā 
ā€œDid you have fun there, Ren?ā€ You ask him, and he shakes his head. Heā€™s not going to have much fun watching a bunch of people that he doesnā€™t know walk across a stage. Satoru didnā€™t even give the child his phone.Ā 
ā€œIgnore him, heā€™s been whining all day long. Whereā€™s my kiss?ā€ Satoru quickly changes the topic and you roll your eyes before pecking his lips. He tries to hug you without squashing the baby, saying, ā€œCongratulations, baby. Iā€™m so proud of you.ā€
ā€œThank you, Satoru.ā€ You respond, pecking his lips once again. You notice a couple of missing people from your group, and you question, ā€œWhereā€™s my mom? And Sayo and Shoko? Their little guy?ā€
ā€œBathroom.ā€ Ren answers, and you raise your brows. All of them? You canā€™t exactly blame them, the ceremony was a long one.
ā€œHow about weā€“ā€ You begin but you notice that your little guy is pouty. You know the reason immediately, so you hand Satoru your baby girl and crouch down to bring the child into a hug. ā€œAm I not getting congratulations from the person that I care about the most?ā€
ā€œAnzu canā€™t talk yet.ā€ He answers, which almost makes you laugh. Almost. Heā€™s so jealous of his baby sister, which is kind of ironic considering he begged you to have a baby. His attitude certainly changed when he realized that the baby requires a lot of time and attention.
ā€œRen, youā€™re the apple of my eye.ā€ You tell him, though the child refuses to listen. Cuddles are less frequent lately since you have a crying baby that needs you, and you barely play with him anymore. ā€œCan mommy at least get a congratulations?ā€
ā€œCongratulations, mom.ā€ Ren responds, and you feel your heart melt. Even when heā€™s mad at you, heā€™s your cute little guy. Youā€™re rubbing your cheek with his, being as affectionate as you can be with the little guy. Though he ends up pushing you away, telling you, ā€œYouā€™re doing too much.ā€Ā 
ā€œJeez, what is it with you? One moment youā€™re all jealous and the next youā€™re saying Iā€™m doing too much.ā€ You chuckle, standing up. You take the baby from your fiancĆ©, knowing that she still has a long way before she can tell you that youā€™re doing too much.Ā 
ā€œCan we leave before we bump into any traffic?ā€ Satoru asks, reading the time on his watch. Not that heā€™s thrilled to go to his motherā€™s house, but heā€™d prefer to be there than sitting in traffic for hours on end. He sees your eyes wandering around for the rest of your group but before you get any ideas he reminds you, ā€œYou donā€™t want to sit in a car with a screaming one-year-old, do you?ā€
ā€œYeahā€¦ I guess weā€™ll just meet them at your momā€™s place.ā€ You answer, knowing that once your baby girl begins to cry, itā€™s hard to get her to stop. Good thing for you, sheā€™s usually all smiles and giggles.
ā€œSheā€™s drooling.ā€ Ren points at his sister, whoā€™s making a mess on your gown. Ren then turns his attention to his dad, asking, ā€œI wasnā€™t a messy baby like her, right?ā€
ā€œI wouldnā€™t know.ā€ Satoru mutters, and you glare at him.
ā€œLetā€™s get going.ā€
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The graduation party is for you, a way for Mrs. Gojo to congratulate you on finally finishing your bachelorā€™s. In reality, itā€™s a way for her to see her grandchildren. A way for her to spoil Ren and dote on Anzu.Ā 
Things between the two of you go back to the way they were: she barely notices you and you donā€™t acknowledge her. Youā€™re no longer relying on her in any way, and apart from asking about your kids, the woman wonā€™t bother to contact you. Sheā€™s fine with the change of you becoming Satoruā€™s fiancĆ©eā€“ And even if she was opposed to it, Satoru wonā€™t listen to her. As a matter of fact, Satoru never calls her first.
Youā€™re in the kitchen, preparing yourself a plate of food, watching as Mrs. Gojo holds your baby. Itā€™s odd to watch her be soā€¦ Soft with someone. Sure, she enables Ren and is willing to do anything he wants, but Ren sets the tone. Youā€™ve never watched her with a baby before.
ā€œWhoā€™s my pretty girl?ā€ The woman is putting a baby voice for fuckā€™s sake, something she never did for her own son. Maybe itā€™s the fact that sheā€™s just grandma now, she doesnā€™t have to worry about anything but her grandchildren. Anzu is giggling, so Mrs. Gojo is doing something right.
ā€œI canā€™t believe thatā€™s my mother.ā€ Satoru approaches you, a little disgusted to watch his mother like this. He should be happy, but itā€™s a little weird to watch such a cold woman put on a baby voice and entertain a baby. ā€œThat is my mother, right? They didnā€™t change her after her facelift?ā€
ā€œIā€™m right here, Satoru. Just because Iā€™m holding a baby doesnā€™t mean that my ears have disappeared.ā€ She quickly scolds her son, and you canā€™t help but laugh. ā€œI didnā€™t get a facelift either.ā€
ā€œRight, you just spent two months in South Korea touring.ā€ Satoru retorts, grabbing a plate for himself. They begin to bicker, and as entertaining as it is to watch them, you leave them alone to sort out their own issues.
You walk to the living room to find Ren playing with Shoko and Sayoā€™s babyā€“ Something that he wonā€™t do with his own baby sister. Youā€™re not sure if itā€™s because sheā€™s not the baby brother that Ren wanted or if itā€™s because heā€™s not getting the same amount of attention as before. Sayo keeps a close eye on the child, not because she doesnā€™t trust him, but because sheā€™s an overprotective mother. You sit beside him, excited to watch him play and be sweet with a baby, even if it isnā€™t your baby girl.
ā€œHeā€™s so sweet. Is he like this with Anzu?ā€ Sayo asks, ruffling Renā€™s hair as he plays peek-a-boo with the ten-month-old baby. You scoff, as if. Your reaction is the best answer that she needs, and she chuckles. Sheā€™s not sure if thatā€™s normal behavior between siblings since sheā€™s an only child.
ā€œWhat do you mean you arenā€™t the sweetest older brother to Anzu? You were so excited to be a big brother.ā€ Shoko points out, and Renā€™s brows come together. He knows he canā€™t be mean to his auntie Shokoā€¦ So he simply glares at her.
ā€œI donā€™t want to play with your baby anymore.ā€ He responds. Itā€™s his way of punishing Shoko for the question.
ā€œDamn, canā€™t take any sort of criticism. You really donā€™t need a DNA test, thatā€™s one hundred percent Satoruā€™s kid.ā€ Shoko says, which earns a laugh from you.
ā€œBabeā€¦ā€ Sayo says through gritted teeth, which makes Shoko roll her eyes. God forbid she points out one thing.
ā€œHeā€™s just a little jealous, but he loves his baby sister.ā€ You tease him, pinching your baby boyā€™s cheek, and he puffs out a breath. Maybe he does like her a bit. Ren doesnā€™t defend himself, deciding that heā€™s just going to grab some food from your plate as a punishment. Though it isnā€™t exactly a punishment for you, youā€™re always happy to watch your baby eat. ā€œDo you want me to make you a plate, honey?ā€
ā€œIā€™m not hungry.ā€ He mutters, crossing his arms. He stands up from his seat, and walks to the stairs, planning to go to the room that his grandma has for him. He might not have his parents undivided attention anymore, but at the very least he still has a room thatā€™s full of games thatā€™s just for him (as if he didnā€™t have one in your home either).Ā 
ā€œHe really is Satoruā€™s kidā€¦ā€ Shoko comments when Ren is out of sight, and Sayo scolds her again.
ā€œHe is, he looks just like me.ā€ Satoru pops into the living room unannounced, which catches Shoko off guard. He wasnā€™t supposed to hear that, since itā€™s a critique of his character but she doesnā€™t find a care to give. He comes back holding Anzu after nearly having to fight his mother to get her. He sits down next to you, reaching for some of the food on your plate. ā€œBut Iā€™m guessing it wasnā€™t a compliment since itā€™s coming from you.ā€
ā€œI can be nice, you know.ā€ Shoko responds, and Satoru laughs as if a joke had just come from her lips. Niceā€¦ Heā€™ll believe it when he sees it though. Satoru takes a bite of the food that heā€™s taken from your plate, and he grimaces.
ā€œDid my mom cook or what? This is disgusting.ā€ Satoru canā€™t even chew the food. Unluckily for him, he doesnā€™t have anywhere where he can spit the food so heā€™s forced to swallow. Anzu is screaming, little hand trying to reach for the food. Satoru covers her eyes, ā€œDonā€™t even look there, my love. Thereā€™s no way Iā€™m letting you eat that.ā€
ā€œItā€™s not that bad.ā€ You tell him, tasting the food yourself.Ā 
ā€œWell what is it? Am I getting a plate for myself or not?ā€ Shoko asks, reaching over to grab some food from your plate as well. Suddenly your plate has become everyoneā€™s plate; youā€™re used to it at home with Satoru and Ren, but now Shoko is on the list.
ā€œI wouldnā€™t trust her with food, sheā€™s always claiming she wants to eat the babyā€™s cheeks.ā€ Satoru argues, and you click your tongue knowing damn well that he says the same thing.
ā€œAnzu has the cutest, chubbiest cheeks, I understand.ā€ Sayo chimes in before looking at her own baby and kissing his cheeks. Shoko takes a bite, keeping her face neutral as she chews the food.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s not that bad, Satoru. Youā€™re just dramatic.ā€ Shoko responds, and Satoru pouts. He brings some of the food to the babyā€™s lipsā€“ Even though he claimed he wasnā€™t going to let her taste, he needs someone to prove him right and that someone will be his one-year-old daughter that spits everything back up.
ā€œTaste this, love.ā€ Satoru says as Anzu bites into the food. Within moments it dribbles down her chin, and back into Satoruā€™s hand. Heā€™s grossed out, but at least his point has been proven. ā€œAnzu doesnā€™t like it soā€¦ā€
ā€œAre you trying to prove your point by using a baby that just stopped breastfeeding?ā€ Shoko questions, and Satoru glares at her. She canā€™t help but chuckle, ā€œMan, your son is just like you.ā€
ā€œIā€™m going to talk to him since he appreciates me.ā€ Satoru stands up, and begins to walk to the stairs, but your voice stops him. You call out his name, and he expects some sort of apology from you but instead you ask,
ā€œHave you seen my mom?ā€
ā€œShe popped into the kitchen to talk to my mom.ā€ He answers before leaving. Youā€™re unphased by the response. The women that donā€™t get along in any other circumstance, sit together to talk about their grandchildren. They can be cordial with each other once every six months.
Though Satoru doesnā€™t pay much attention to them, his focus right now is on his baby boy that sits alone in the game room. Ren sits down on the floor, reading to himself. Satoru doesnā€™t want to interrupt the healthy habit, but at the same time he doesnā€™t want Ren to sit by himself during the party. He takes a moment to wash his hands before joining Ren.
ā€œWhy are you here, honey? Weā€™re celebrating your mom downstairs.ā€ Satoru sits down beside Ren on the floor, and he feels ten years older as he hears his bones crack. Ren barely looks up from his book, side-eyeing his sister, which makes Satoru want to roll his eyes. Isnā€™t he a little too old to be jealous of a baby? Matter of fact, he begged to be a big brother. ā€œWhat is your issue with her? What has she done to you?ā€
ā€œNothinā€™.ā€ Ren claims, his eyes landing on his book again. Satoru sighs, letting the baby on the floor so she can walk around and do as she pleases. She chooses to stay nearby, walking over to her brother to take the book that he has in his hands. ā€œSee.ā€
ā€œAnzu, go over there. Chew on the power cords.ā€ Satoru redirects her elsewhere, and the baby whines because she wants something else. ā€œSo she takes all your stuff, is that why you donā€™t like her? You have a lot, Ren.ā€
ā€œNot just my stuff. Everyone likes her better. You, mom, granny, grammy, the nanny. I used to be everyoneā€™s favorite but then the cute baby came along.ā€ Ren confesses, and Satoru fights back the urge of pointing out that he called Anzu cute. Itā€™s not about the baby right now, Satoru reminds himself.
ā€œYouā€™re still everyoneā€™s favorite, Ren.ā€ Satoru tells a little white lieā€“ There are no favorites in the family, he loves both of his kids equally. But the baby canā€™t understand him, itā€™s why he told her to chew on a power cord. ā€œEveryone is just excited about the new baby, itā€™s not that youā€™re not the favorite anymore.ā€
ā€œWhy does she get away with everything then?ā€ Ren asks as if he didnā€™t know any better. Heā€™ll act dumb simply because heā€™s jealous. He doesnā€™t ask why Sayo and Shokoā€™s baby gets away with everything, because Ren knows that itā€™s just a babyā€¦ He just doesnā€™t have the same feelings about Anzu.
ā€œWell for one thing she goes potty in her pants soā€¦ She isnā€™t really conscious about her actions.ā€ Satoru answers, and Ren puffs out a breath. Satoru got him there. ā€œAnzu just needs a lot of attention because sheā€™sā€“ā€
ā€œDonā€™t do that!ā€ Ren cuts off his father when he realizes that Anzu is doing what Satoru told her to do earlier. Ren takes the cord out of her hand, and she lets out a cry. Heā€™s going to complain about her, but he loves her.
ā€œSheā€™ll grow on you.ā€ Satoru says, standing up to grab his walking baby and get out of Renā€™s hair. Ren doesnā€™t like the baby but he certainly loves her. ā€œBut come downstairs, Ren. Weā€™re celebrating your mommyā€™s achievement. She was talking about hanging up her diploma next to your kindergarten diploma.ā€
ā€œCan you tell them I donā€™t want to talk about Anzu?ā€ Ren asks, and Satoru hums in response. Satoru extends his hand for Ren to take, and the child takes it without an issue before both head back downstairs to spend time with you.
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ā€œWhat are you doing here?ā€ Satoru approaches you as you sit on the ground outside, in his motherā€™s garden. Youā€™re hiding from everyone. After hours of talking to people inside, you need a break from the small group.
ā€œNeed a minute.ā€ You answer, and Satoru decides to sit down next to you. The kids are fine with their grandmothers, he can take a moment alone with you and properly congratulate you. He throws his arm over your shoulder and brings you close to him. ā€œWe shouldā€™ve just gone out to eat at a restaurant and called it a day. I donā€™t have the energy to be so social.ā€
ā€œI got you a trip to Bora Bora. You just have to power through these last couple of hoursā€¦ We can get Anzu to throw a fit and make it a few minutes.ā€ He responds and you chuckle. You rest your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes for a moment. Being social shouldnā€™t be so draining.
ā€œCan we leave the kids with granny?ā€ You ask him, and he hums in response. He had no plans on taking them; he loves them, but they sure know how to ruin a vacation.Ā 
Your gaze falls on his face, looking into the blue eyes you fell in love with so long ago. Even though it was an eternity ago, he still makes your heart skip a beat. He doesnā€™t let you stare for too long before he steals a kiss from you.
ā€œIf you stare for too long you might find me ugly.ā€ Satoru tells you and you roll your eyes. If you donā€™t find him ugly first thing in the morning then youā€™re definitely not finding him ugly now.
ā€œAre you saying that becauseā€“ā€ You begin but the man cuts you off before you can finish your question. He knows you, he knows that youā€™ll start a petty fight with a dumb question.
ā€œBecause I love you so much, and I think Iā€™m not good enough for youā€“ I know Iā€™m not good enough for you, youā€™re perfect.ā€ Satoru responds, making you grin from ear to ear. He isnā€™t exactly wrong, heā€™s lucky that you considered getting back together with him at all.
ā€œI love you too even though youā€™reā€¦ā€ You bite your tongue before you insult him. He raises a brow and before he can question anything, your lips land on his. His cheeks begin to turn pink when you peck his lips over and over again, feeling like a teenager all over again.
You stare into his eyes when you stop, watching the sparkle in them as he looks back at you. Heā€™s utterly in love with you, and the feeling only gets more intense as time passes. He caresses your face with the back of his hand ever so lovingly. You get lost in his loving eyes until your eyes shift to the flowers behind him.
ā€œOh myā€“ā€ You gasp, your eyes widening as you realize. ā€œThis is where you used to pick flowers for me?ā€
ā€œOh, yeah.ā€ Satoru laughs, turning to pick a lily for you. Itā€™s been years since heā€™s been in this place. Maybe he should come here more often. ā€œA flower for my flower.ā€
ā€œCheesy.ā€ You take it from his hands, wanting to roll your eyes because of his commentā€“ But your face is getting hot. Even when heā€™s cheesy your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.
ā€œYeah, cheesy is what got me two kids.ā€ He retorts. ā€œIsnā€™t that right, Mrs. Gojo?ā€
ā€œCalling me Mrs. Gojo is going to make you single.ā€ You warn him, and he fights back on laughing. ā€œDonā€™t make me divorce you before getting married.ā€
ā€œWhat? Are you going to Suguru for a rebound again?ā€ Satoru questions, making you glare at him. Maybe he should just listen and agree, not everything needs a response from him. ā€œIā€™m just joking, baby. He has a girlfriend now and whatnot.ā€
ā€œYou better stick to your day job, you have no future as a comedian.ā€ You say, standing up from the ground to go back inside, and of course, Satoru follows like a lost puppy. Heā€™s simply lost without you.
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You love spending time with your kids, you love them more than anythingā€“ But youā€™re not going to pass up on the opportunity of a sleepover. Having them off your hands for the night is a blessing sometimes. You simply want to celebrate with your fiancĆ© in a way that your kids make difficult.
ā€œIā€™ll run you a bath.ā€ Satoru tells you, running to go upstairs to get to the bathroom before you. Running you a bath that heā€™ll end up joining, thatā€™s not too bad. Itā€™s a nice way to end the night, that you know for sure.
You give him a moment to set everything up, pulling out your phone to answer a couple of messages of people congratulating you for finishing your degree. Whatā€™s next? Youā€™re not too sure. But whatever you decide itā€™s fine. You have Satoru and your kids by your side no matter what. The money also helps.
Right now, you know you want to relax in a bathtub full of bubbles. Maybe have Satoru right next to you. Youā€™ve been looking into the future for the past ten years, for once you just want to sit back and appreciate the moment.Ā 
ā€œAre you coming?!ā€ You hear Satoru as you walk up the stairs. Heā€™s so impatient, he canā€™t even wait a minute. You wonā€™t hurry up to please him, as a matter of fact, you walk slower. Satoru is tapping his foot on the floor when you finally get to the bedroom.
ā€œFinally.ā€ He says, walking over to you to zip down the zipper that holds your dress together. Heā€™s desperate to get you naked. Youā€™re chuckling, reminding him,
ā€œNo need for you to be in a rush, we have all night.ā€ But it goes in one ear and out the other. Before you know it, he turns you around, his lips landing on yours. His kiss is full of desire, needing to feel your every touch on his skin. Heā€™s burning up to feel you.
ā€œFuck, I want you so fucking bad.ā€ He pulls away from the kiss as the dress drops to the ground. He picks you up from the floor and puts you down on the bed, smirking at the black lingerie that will soon be removed. ā€œSo perfect for me, love.ā€
ā€œFuck me, Satoru.ā€ You tell him, voice seductive that can get him to drop to his knees in an instant. The bath thatā€™s filled up and with bubbles is long forgotten by both of you. He takes off his shirt and pants, leaving his briefs. Your eyes stare at the tent that makes him ever so uncomfortable. You sit up on the bed, your fingers going directly to the erection.
Your index finger goes underneath the band of his underwear, eyes looking up at him as you pull his briefs down. Your eyes quickly avert to his cock, wrapping around the base of it. You slowly move your hand from base to tip as pre-cum leaks from the tip. Your tongue licks it up, circling around it as the man bites down on his lip.
Your mouth wraps around all it can take, bobbing your head slowly. You take what your mouth can handle. He canā€™t complain because itā€™s just perfect. Everything you do in Satoruā€™s eyes is perfect. The pace is slow, but it gradually gets faster.Ā 
You look up at him to find him biting his lip, his eyes shut. You take his cock out of your mouth, and begin to run your hand up and down his shaft, your saliva serving as a lubricant. He finally opens his eyes to look down at you, but his teeth remain on his bottom lip.
ā€œI want to hear you.ā€ You say, a rather demanding tone in your voice. He stops biting down on his lip, and your hand continues to jerk him off for a couple of seconds before your mouth wraps around his cock again.
Heā€™s groaning at your every move, which is like music to your ears. You look up at him to find him looking back down at you. He knows youā€™re more than satisfied with him, with how he sounds. Itā€™s nice to be as loud as he wants to be, without worrying about someone barging in.
You try to take his whole length in your mouth, making you gag. Tears quickly form in your eyes as you remove your mouth from his cock, and try again. He throws his head back, breathy moans escaping his lips at your every move.Ā 
You take your mouth off his cock and begin to jerk him off. Your mouth goes to his balls and you begin to suck on them. Satoru got louder and louder by the second, his release approaching.Ā 
Your mouth goes back to his cock while your hands begin to play with his balls. It doesnā€™t take too long for his cum to hit the back of your throat. Your mouth remains on his cock for a couple of seconds before pulling away. You make sure to swallow all the cum, sticking your tongue out for him to see and proudly admire.
ā€œMy good girl.ā€ He praises you. He reaches behind to unhook your bra and slide it off you. Once itā€™s off, he desperately tries to take off your panties. Itā€™s unexpected when he gets on the bed and lays down. You crawl to where he is, positioning yourself on top of him. You get ready to ride him, but it takes you by surprise when your fiancĆ© says, ā€œSit on my face.ā€
ā€œAre you sure?ā€ You ask, though itā€™s not unusual from Satoru.
ā€œJust come here and sit.ā€ He responds. You do what he wants, but you are hesitant to fully sit down. Heā€™s the one who pushes you down onto him. His tongue is quick to wander around your cunt.
His tongue begins to flick your clit over and over again, making low moans leave your lips. His arms go over your thighs, pushing you down further. Youā€™d be worried about him breathing, if you werenā€™t too focused on how his tongue moves around your pussy.
ā€œToru!ā€ You moan. Your moans serve as encouragement, and are a sweet reward for the man, moving his tongue faster. His tongue stops flicking your clit, and moves down to your hole. He teases you, threatening to enter but never really doing it.Ā 
ā€œBaby please.ā€ You beg. His tongue finally enters your cunt. You shut your eyes, getting lost in the feeling. But out of the two of you, Satoru is enjoying it more. He finally takes his tongue out and goes back to your clit.Ā 
He begins to suck on your clit, and you swear you see stars as your orgasm builds up. Your hips raise a bit, but he pushes you back down. You get louder and louder. ā€œIā€™m gonna- fuck- gonna cum-ā€
You moan loudly as you reach your climax, his tongue still working wonders. A minute later he stops, and you get off him, sitting down on his torso. He raises himself a bit, not completely to sit up but enough to wrap his hand around your throat and pull you into a lewd kiss.
ā€œShould we continue in the bath?ā€ Satoru asks when he pulls away and you canā€™t nod your head more frantically. You get off the bed and practically run to the bath. Satoru gets in the bathtub first, and you follow behind.
ā€œYouā€™re so lucky.ā€ You point out as your back presses against his chest. Heā€™s never doubted it. He peppers your neck with kisses, while you align his cock with your entrance. You lower yourself on his cock.
ā€œHow about another baby?ā€ Satoru asks, making you click your tongue while you begin to move.
ā€œLeave me aloneā€ You reply, and he wants to chuckle but heā€™s biting down his lip as he feels your pussy wrap around him. He loves your mouth but it canā€™t compare to this.Ā 
Heā€™s kissing your back, showing you how much he loves you in every possible way as you move up and down his cock. His hand moves down to play with your clit, making you shut your eyes. Every little touch is enough to make you insane lately and Satoru loves to touch you.
ā€œYouā€™re so perfect around me, baby.ā€ Satoru whispers into your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.Ā 
Youā€™re softly moaning his name, your walls tightening around him. Youā€™re so close to finishing. Youā€™ve been so touch deprived lately since your schedules make spending time with each other impossibleā€“ Maybe now youā€™ll have more time to spend with each other.
ā€œFuckā€“ā€ You curse as you finish on his cock. You hold to the edge of the bathtub as Satoru continues to move in and out of you.Ā 
Heā€™s not going to last long. Itā€™s too hard for him to contain himself when heā€™s inside of you. He comes to a complete stop when he finally reaches his release, finishing inside of you. He remains buried inside of you as you pant to catch your breaths, but after a minute you lift yourself and take his cock out of you.
ā€œWhat do you want to do tomorrow?ā€ Satoru asks, hands caressing your arms as your head goes to his chest.
ā€œJust sleep.ā€ You answer as Satoru kisses the top of your head. He squeezes your hand before bringing it up to his lips to press a subtle kiss on it. ā€œI need to get some rest.ā€
ā€œSleep sounds nice.ā€ Satoru responds. Youā€™re getting comfortable in the bathtub as your eyes begin to get heavy. Youā€™re tired. Satoru notices and he splashes you, ā€œDonā€™t fall asleep in the bathtub, love.ā€
ā€œJust carry me to the bed.ā€ You reply, making him roll his eyes playfully. He can, but if you donā€™t drag him out heā€™ll stay in the water and get all pruny. Heā€™s warm by your side, too comfortable to leave. This is the reality he wanted ten years ago, and he finally has it. Heā€™s not leaving this comfort no matter what gets in the way.
Youā€™ll be the one to get up first and drag him out, thatā€™s how it usually is in the morning. But youā€™re falling asleep. He doesnā€™t want to disturb you either. So heā€™ll just stay in the bathtub.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t let me get all pruny, Satoru. Carry me out.ā€ You warn him, and he hums in response. Heā€™ll have to eventually because youā€™ll end up killing him if you wake up in ten hours, and youā€™re still in the bathroom.
ā€œYou know Ren is going to call later to say goodnight?ā€ He points out, but you donā€™t care to talk about it. Youā€™re sleepy. He kisses the top of your head when heā€™s met with silence. He mutters softly to not disturb your peace,Ā 
ā€œI love you. Goodnight, baby.ā€
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The fight was ugly. The first fight that you and Eddie had turned from a quiet disagreement to a full blown yelling match.
Truthfully you couldn't remember what the fight was actually about. Something silly, something miniscule that turned into a big thing.
A big argument with some horrible things said; you still couldn't get Eddie's words out of your head.
"Why would this mean anything? It's just sex isn't it?" Eddie snapped and your heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Just sex. Right. Of course that's what you two were.
Truthfully you were a mess and you should have just gone straight back home after storming out of the trailer.
Eddie has tried to go after you but you were faster and ran before he could catch up with you.
Instead you bumped into a few of your friends and hitched a ride to some party that one of Jason Carver's friends were throwing. Robin noticed your tear streaked cheeks and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
She was the only one of your friends who knew about Eddie; maybe Steve as well as him and Robin were as thick as thieves. Like platonic soulmates or something.
You and Eddie got together two months ago, passing off the hook ups as just mind-blowing sex and that worked at first. That's until you begun to get to know Eddie better and the two of you spent more time together.
Eddie was easy to fall in love with. His reputation portrayed him as mean and scary, satan obsessed and someone people should stay away from.
He was none of those things, he was kind and fiercely loyal to his friends and uncle, he was passionate and badass and really it was no surprise that you fell in love with him.
At least now you know that he doesn't feel the same way, at least you found out now before it was too late and you were even more in love with him than you are now.
Maybe you could just hang with your friends and forget the words that had broken your heart tonight.
At least you hoped that was possible.
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Fuck, you really should have went home. Your head was pounding, the two beers you had made you even more anxious and upset. To make matters worse Tyler Harvey wouldn't leave you alone, he had zeroed in on you from the second you had walked through the door.
As much as you tried to avoid him, he followed you around and it was beginning to give you the creeps.
He manages to corner you when you're trying to get up to the bathroom with Robin. He stinks of beer, smoke and sweat and it turns your stomach a little bit.
Leather, smoke and the hints of woods and musk were your favourite scents in the world right now and that had to do with the man you were trying not to think about.
You cringe away from Tyler but he's so drunk that he doesn't seem to notice, he moves closer to you and you instinctively step back.
"Can you move please? Robin and I need to go upstairs" you ask him but he doesn't appear to be listening.
"Aww why don't you come upstairs with me? I'll take care of you" Tyler smirks but you don't like the look in his eyes and immediately step away from him. Yeah...no thanks. Robin is at your side at once and glares at Tyler.
"Take the hint asshole. She's not interested" Robin gently guides you away but Tyler grabs your arm at the same time and you stumble, landing hard on the floor. It knocks the wind out of you and your body throbs from the contact with the floor.
Tyler scrapers from the scene without even checking to see if you're alright. Robin is cursing out Tyler and helps you up. You're sore, annoyed and just want to go home.
Steve appears out of nowhere and Robin mentions that she called Steve when you mentioned you were getting a migraine. Relief fills you, at least you could go to Steve's for a little while and try and salvage some of the night with him and Robin.
There's a tiny voice inside of you that is aching for Eddie and it's growing stronger. You dismiss the idea, you're sure that Eddie was glad to be rid of you. That thought caused a new throbbing ache in your chest and you hurried outside with Steve and Robin determined not to think about Eddie and his big brown eyes.
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As soon as you're at Steve's he puts in a movie and you settle up on the couch with Robin while Steve makes snacks. Being here is soothing and you rest your head on Robin's
Steve's landline ringing breaks you out of your sleep, Steve hurries to answer it and your heart skips a beat when you realise it's Eddie.
"Yeah, yeah dude she's with me and Robin. Some shit went down at a party we were at... Oh that asshole friend of Jason was being a prick. Yeah Tyler is it? Woah calm down man, she's fine. She's just tired"
You get up which is a little tricky as the sudden movement makes your migraine feel ten times worse but you really want to speak to Eddie.
Steve passes the phone over to you and you smile a tiny bit as Eddie is still ranting about what he wants to do to Tyler.
"Eddie, I'm okay" you murmur and he stops his rant and breathes a sigh of relief.
"Sweetheart. Fuck, I've been so worried princess. I went to your house, then Family Video. I even dropped around Wheeler's house which was a shock for Mama Wheeler to see if you were there. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I was a butthead"
The ache in your chest subsides a little bit and you relax. "I'm sorry too. I'm really sorry" tears spill down your cheeks and it's cathartic to finally let them out.
"I'm going to come and pick you up Kay? I'm not going to relax until I see that you're okay. I'll see you in about ten minutes okay?"
The tension you're feeling begins to disappear and you wait for Eddie to arrive, thanking Robin and Steve for being so amazing tonight.
True to his word Eddie arrives as quickly as he says he would and gives Steve and Robin a quick nod in greeting, he immediately pulls you close to him.
His lips press against hair and he briefly talks to Steve before guiding you out the door and into his van.
You're so exhausted from the nights escapades that you're asleep instantly.
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When you wake up you're in Eddie's bed, Eddie is laying beside you and reading Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers. When he realises you're awake he presses his lips to your forehead and he tucks the covers around you, cuddles up at your side and holds you close.
"I'm sorry I was such a dickhead. You have no idea how much you mean to me, you mean everything to me and I was so scared to tell you. So I lashed out and said stupid shit. Things I didn't mean"
There's something unspoken hanging in the air, a familiar tension that's been playing the two of you for a little while now.
"I thought that you were sick of me and that's why you said those things" you confess and play with a start thread on his plaid shirt.
Eddie's jaw drops and he's silent for a moment, "Princess how could you even think that? You're...shit, I've never felt this way about anyone and it's terrifying trying to think of the right words, wondering if you feel the same way" he pauses as he lets the words sink in.
He's blushing, restless and anxious as his eyes meet yours; You sit up and cup Eddie's cheek with your hand.
"How do you feel about me Eddie?" It feels pretty certain now but you'd like to make sure. You'd like to hear him say it.
"I'm in love with you princess. How can you not see that? I guess I was just scared to tell you because I'm not exactly the perfect guy am I?" He scoffs as he says this and you scowl at the way his eyes turn sad.
"I don't care about that Eddie. Who wants perfect? I don't. I think you're amazing and handsome, you're sweet and kind, a gentleman. You make my heart skip a beat when you look at me and I feel at ease and content when I'm with you" his fingers entwined with yours and he sighs.
"You know so many people think I'm a freak, normally I don't give a fuck but I do care what others think about you" you soften and press gentle kisses over his cheek, the action causes him to smile shyly and his tense body relaxes.
"Eddie I don't give a shit what anyone says or thinks. Are you going to give us up just because of some idiots who don't matter? The only people that matter in this relationship are you and me. I love you Eddie, I'm so in love with you"
He looks up at you stunned and then he kisses you fiercely, "No I'm not giving us up. I love you sweetheart so much. You're my girl and I'm not letting you go because of some dumb assholes opinion"
The two of you spend the rest of the night making up and when you're tucked up in Eddie's arms as he falls asleep, you're left with the gentle feeling of this being where you're meant to be.
This trailer, Eddie's room, his arms around you as his soft snores fill the air. The sound of the wind blowing against the windows as you're lulled to sleep.
This felt like home.
šŸ’•
I get to love you
It's the best thing that I'll ever do
I get to love you
It's a promise I'm making to you
Whatever may come, your heart I will choose
Forever I'm yours, forever I do
I get to love you, I get to love you.
I Get To Love You- Ruelle
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deadsetobsessions Ā· 1 year ago
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Okay, so maybe Tim has no business being in Bludhaven. Tim maintains that since his parents fail at parenting, he can do whatever he wants.
Besides, it's for a good cause. Like, not letting Tarantula get her dirty hands on his big brother in another time line. Tarantula had popped up in the Bludhaven servers - by that, Tim means the endless amounts of threads and underground fronts for criminal activity that he stalks on a regular basis- by being seen with Nightwing. Tim had immediately booked a ride to Bludhaven and bought another burner. He'd try to take care of her himself, but if worse comes to worse, he'd call Deathstroke. He's totally aware of the weird tension Deathstroke has with Nightwing and Tim's kind of banking on that.
Dick's been back in Blud for two months now, Jason having assuaged his mother hen tendencies enough for Dick to get sick of the Manor. Tim hadn't meant to follow since he had plenty of projects to work on now that "SAVE JASON" wasn't blaring at the top of his head.
But then Tarantula appeared and Tim saw red, remembering the way Dick spoke about her and what she did to him.
He bids the driver goodbye. The driver doesn't question his being on his lonesome mainly because 1) Gothamites mind their own busines, 2) Tim gave him a $500 tip to make sure he remains a "good" Gothamite cabbie, and 3) Tim made sure he was dropped off in the swankiest, most ostentatious hotel Bludhaven had to offer.
"Rich people," the cab driver had muttered as Tim closed the door. Perfect.
Tim got his keycard, having checked in under Alvin Draper over the phone. Normally, they'd require an in person visit, but money talks. And people listened when Tim had a lot of things to say.
Tim even feels like he's trained enough to go out! Lady Shiva's training was ingrained into his memory, and Tim's built enough muscle to make use of some of it. He is still nine, after all. He's so much stealthier this time around. Plus, he's got almost his full tool set back. Sure, some of the tech is ancient, but he managed to finagle it to make grappling guns and smoke pellets more along the quality that he's used to.
Tim waits until nightfall, looping the surveillance around his window to mask his exit. Tim adjusts his domino, eyes scanning the city skyline as his handheld computer (god, he can't believe he has to invent wrist computers) tracked reports of Nightwing through Tweetings.
Ah. He's around Seventh. Tim grimaces as his untested joints adjusts to the grappling guns. His dark clothes make him hard to spot, to his advantage as he tracks down Nightwing.
Tim watches, perched on an adjacent roof as Nightwing takes down a crowd of goons with the flips Tim remembered watching from afar and up close in another timeline.
"Blockbuster'll kill everyone you love, Nightwing!"
Tim winces at the rather brutal crunch that followed, Nightwing having punched the guy and knocked him out in one move. He watches Dick sigh, tugging at his hair in stress.
Tim could... no, no. He shouldn't think of murder as a first option. Well, no, he shouldn't think of Deathstroke as a first option. But he'll need to take Blockbuster out before anything happens. And he needs to threaten the new Tarantula before anything happens. He won't allow her to even get close to Dick.
Maybe it's unfair to punish her for a crime she hasn't done, but unlike murder, rape can never be defended. Catalina Flores is a dead woman walking.
Tim stalks his big brother back home and then broke off to begin his short reign of terror over Bludhaven's underground. If he can't get Dick to take a break (and Tim's tried, a lot, over the years) then he'll make sure that the next month is as gentle as possible on his older brother.
Step 1. Murder Take care of Blockbuster
Step 2. Threaten Catalina Flores and her brother.
No. Wait. Tim has a better idea. He's got dirt on them, on top of the murder thing. He'll fabricate Catalina's tax returns, embezzle a shit ton of money from the IRS, and get her and her corrupt brother (because getting your sister out from murder charges is considered corrupt) arrested and locked away. And he'll make sure they stay locked away with some good old blackmail on Amanda Waller.
Tim grins, tranquilizing the building with an ungodly amount of knock out gas pellets, to riffle through the police precinct's files.
Step 2. Threaten Catalina Flores and her brother.
Step 2. Cripple Catalina Flores and her brother with blackmail and the IRS.
In three hours, Tim has everything he needs to begin a temporary hostile takeover. He's got the names of local mob bosses, the big players, and the names of practically every police officer that takes bribes and their... sponsors.
He'll have to cut off Blockbuster's lines of supplies first. Then, blacklist him from local suppliers, mobilize the police precinct against him (by imitating his M.O. perfectly- Tim's not a fucking amateur- and pretending to rob the precinct blind), and then break his knees.
Step 3. Profit
Tim takes out his shiny new burner phone, enjoying the loud sounds of the police squawking through his planted bugs. He lounges on the building next to it, keeping an eye out for Nightwing just in case the man decides to respond to the crisis.
[Unknown: It's RR.]
[Deathstroke: New phone?]
[RR: Who dis?]
[Deathstroke: What?]
[RR: Nevermind. I'll give you forty thousand to shoot someone's knees out.]
[Deathstroke:... That's it? Who?]
[RR: Blockbuster. Bludhaven. Extra twenty thousand if you tell him he's got the spine of a sea slug, kick him in the balls, and post it on Tweeting.]
[Deathstroke: What did he do to you? Deal.]
Tim ignored Deathstroke's question.
[RR: Half sent. Confirm?]
[Deathstroke: Confirmed. Timeline?]
[RR: Three weeks. 21 days.]
[Deathstroke: Confirmed.]
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Tim grins ferally, all teeth as Catalina Flores looked on in horror at her computer screen.
"Get out of Bludhaven, and don't come back. If you even think of going near Nightwing, I will rip what's left of your pathetic, sniveling swine of a brother apart. You will not enjoy the consequences."
Tim clicks off, watching Catalina and her brother launch themselves into mad packing. He tapped out a short message to Amanda Waller for her and her team to intercept them at the state lines. They'll never get away from Tim's fury. Never.
[Waller: It's done.]
[Waller: I will find you.]
[RR: You can definitely try, Waller. Good doing business with you.]
Tim can see the blood vessel the woman popped after he sent that last message. He laughs.
He saves Deathstroke's video from Tweeting onto his actual, spoofed phone. He destroys the burner phone, less shiny now that he's dragged it through two and a half weeks of breaking heads and terrorizing the Bludhaven Underground. Nightwing hadn't even gotten a whiff of his activities, this Dick being far less experienced and known in this version of Blud.
One more week and Tim can continue his other projects.
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Nightwing, going about his vigilante business: wow it sure is peaceful
Feral Tim Drake, Nightwing's scary dog privilege: try me, bitch
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scarletwinterxx Ā· 17 days ago
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thank your stars all you want but I'll always be the lucky one - choi seungcheol scenario
hellooo~ i am soooo not done with the proposal scenariosšŸ˜… this one is a request, hope i did it justice. and yes I did cry again while writing this. Happy new year!šŸ¤
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The soft glow of morning sunlight streams through the windows of Seungcheolā€™s apartment, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering in the air. You stretch lazily in bed, savoring the warmth of the cozy blankets and the faint murmur of the city outside.
Itā€™s a routine youā€™ve grown used to after nearly seven years togetherā€”his home has become yours in every way except officially.
Seungcheol had left early for the gym, promising to grab your favorite smoothies on his way back. The two of you had settled into this comfortable rhythm, a dance of affection and understanding that made your friends tease you mercilessly. ā€œYouā€™re practically married already,ā€ theyā€™d say, rolling their eyes at how well you two knew each otherā€™s quirks.
Still, in the quiet corners of your heart, you sometimes wondered why he hadnā€™t taken the next step. Not that you were in a rushā€”you loved him, and you knew he loved you. But the idea lingered, like a melody waiting to be completed.
Mid-morning, a knock at the door pulls you from your musings. You pad to the door, opening it to find a delivery man holding a small, nondescript package.
ā€œFor Choi Seungcheol?ā€ he asks.
ā€œThatā€™s him,ā€ you reply, signing for the box. Itā€™s light, plain, and gives no indication of whatā€™s inside. You place it on the kitchen counter and send Seungcheol a quick text: A package came for you. Should I open it?
His response is almost immediate. Donā€™t open it! Iā€™ll deal with it when Iā€™m back. Thanks, babe.
His urgency makes you chuckle. Itā€™s rare for him to be this insistent. Shrugging, you leave the package untouched and go about your day, but curiosity itches at the back of your mind.
When Seungcheol returns, heā€™s casualā€”too casual, you think. His eyes dart to the counter where the package rests, and he quickly sweeps it up. ā€œThanks for letting me know,ā€ he says, planting a kiss on your forehead.
ā€œSure,ā€ you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. ā€œWhatā€™s in it?ā€
ā€œJust some gym stuff,ā€ he lies, his tone a little too breezy. You know him well enough to catch the slight shift in his demeanor.
Over the next few days, you notice odd behavior. Seungcheol becomes extra cautious, sometimes darting out of the room with his phone or quickly closing drawers when you walk in.
Itā€™s adorable but also maddening. Youā€™re good at sniffing out surprises, and whatever heā€™s hiding, itā€™s big.
The breaking point comes during dinner one night. The two of you are seated across from each other, candles flickering between you. Heā€™s unusually fidgety, his fork clinking against the plate as he triesā€”and failsā€”to make eye contact.
ā€œSeungcheol,ā€ you say, narrowing your eyes at him as he pokes at his steak. His fidgeting is driving you insane. ā€œSpit it out.ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€ he replies, looking up with wide, innocent eyes that you know all too well arenā€™t innocent at all.
ā€œYouā€™re acting weird.ā€ You lean forward, pointing your fork at him. ā€œI can tell youā€™re hiding something. Just say it.ā€
ā€œIā€™m not hiding anything,ā€ he insists, but his voice cracks slightly. ā€œCanā€™t a guy just enjoy dinner with his girlfriend without being interrogated?ā€
ā€œNot when heā€™s sweating bullets,ā€ you deadpan, crossing your arms.
He laughs nervously and takes a big gulp of water. ā€œItā€™s justā€¦ Iā€™m thinking about work stuff.ā€
ā€œLiar,ā€ you say, raising an eyebrow.
ā€œOkay, maybe itā€™s gym stuff,ā€ he says, grinning in that way he does when heā€™s trying to distract you. ā€œIā€™m planning a new workout routine.ā€
ā€œSeungcheol, I know every workout routine youā€™ve ever done. Donā€™t test me.ā€
He groans, dropping his fork onto his plate and dramatically rubbing his face. ā€œCan you trust me on this one? I promise you'll love it and will hate me if I tell you right now. Iā€™ve been working very hard on, can you be kind enough to spare me for now. I pinky promise you'll know soon enough"
You blink at him, stunned by his sudden honesty.
Then, a small smile creeps onto your lips. ā€œFine,ā€ you say, leaning back in your chair. ā€œBut Iā€™m only letting this go because you look like you might combust if I keep pushing.ā€
He lets out a loud sigh of relief, muttering a quiet, ā€œThank you.ā€ standing up from his seat to go to you, giving your head a kiss.
The rest of the evening is pleasant, even though you canā€™t help but notice how Seungcheol keeps stealing glances at you, a secretive smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Itā€™s enough to make your curiosity burn, but you keep your promise and drop the subjectā€”for now.
A week later, the snow falling heavy covering the streets with sheets of white. You love the snow, you've always love cold weathers more even though your body doesn't. Anything below 80Ā° makes you shiver.
Your boyfriend knows this, he learned early on your relationship that you get cold easily so he always brings a jacket for you. Now you own his hoodies, a shared asset.
The air outside is crisp as Seungcheol insists on taking you on an evening walk through a quiet park. It's all covered in snow making the whole scene look magical.
Winter lights hang from the trees, casting a warm glow over the snow-dusted path. He holds your gloved hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he leads you to a secluded gazebo overlooking a frozen lake.
ā€œWhy here?ā€ you ask, smiling at his excited energy. ā€œItā€™s freezing.ā€
ā€œItā€™s romantic,ā€ he replies, winking. ā€œJust trust me.ā€
You shake your head, amused. ā€œIā€™m starting to think youā€™re up to something.ā€
ā€œMe? Up to something?ā€ He grins mischievously
You look up at the sky, it's dark enough to see the stars. Living in the city, it's a rare sight so you close your eyes and send a quick wish to the heavens like you always do when you see a star. Meanwhile Seungcheol watches you, a smile forming on his lips and his heart thumping hard in his chest
With your eyes still closed, you feel Seungcheol lean closer to you. He kisses your cheeks eliciting a giggle from you
ā€œYouā€™re being extra sweet tonight, did you do something?ā€ you tease
ā€œIā€™m always sweet,ā€ he counters, feigning offense.
He seems restless, though, his leg bouncing slightly.
ā€œAre you cold?ā€ you ask, concerned.
ā€œNo, no. Just... thinking.ā€
You narrow your eyes. ā€œAbout what?ā€
He looks at you, his gaze so intense it makes your heart skip. ā€œAbout how lucky I am to have you.ā€
You roll your eyes with a laugh, nudging him playfully. ā€œWhatā€™s with the cheesy lines tonight?ā€
He chuckles but doesnā€™t answer, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple instead. Then another on your cheek. And one on your lips. His kisses grow deeper, hotter, until the cold around you feels irrelevant.
ā€œCheol,ā€ you murmur against his lips, half-laughing, half-serious, ā€œwhat are you doing?ā€
ā€œLoving you,ā€ he whispers, his voice low and warm.
Despite his sweetness, youā€™re still clueless about his plan.
When he finally pulls back, he takes both your hands, holding them tightly. ā€œThereā€™s something Iā€™ve been meaning to ask you.ā€
You tilt your head, your curiosity piqued. ā€œWhat is it?ā€
He drops to one knee in front of you, and your heart stutters. ā€œYou don't know how hard it was to keep this from you, every time you ask I almost wanted to tell you but I wanted everything to be perfectā€ He pulls a small velvet box from his coat pocket, opening it to reveal a glittering diamond ring.
Your mouth falls open, your breath caught in your chest.
ā€œYou are my everything,ā€ he says, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes. ā€œThe one who makes my world brighter, warmer, better. Whenever I think about the future, I can only see us. You. Stealing all of my hoodies, cooking breakfast for us, me bringing home your favorite smoothie on the weekend. To be honest, I don't really need any wishes because I'm already the lucky one. But will you make me the luckiest man and let me be your husband?ā€
Your lips jut out, quivering as tears fall down your cheeks. You can't even form words right now so you just nod frantically, unable to speak. He slips the ring onto your finger, and you throw yourself into his arms, laughing and crying at the same time.
ā€œYouā€™re unbelievable,ā€ you whisper as he kisses you again, deeper this time, stealing the breath from your lungs.
He smiles against your lips. ā€œI take it thatā€™s a yes?ā€
ā€œOf course, itā€™s a yes,ā€ you reply, pulling him closer. ā€œYou big, cheesy romantic.ā€
He laughs, his forehead resting against yours. ā€œTold you, you'll love my supriseā€
And you do. With the stars above, the quiet of the snowy park, and the warmth of his love, you know youā€™ve found your universe in him.
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spotaus Ā· 3 months ago
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New Age AU (Error's Wacky Wild Plan)
Hi guys. So. Crazy Story. The crisis that stopped me from working on my banner art actually catapulted me into writing this drabble finally! (Also the wonderful @ancha-aus was also a life-saver and helped me hammer out a few plot points for this installment <3)
Currently my only context for this drabble is that Error is tiny, and ran away from home because Geno moved to Reaper's kingdom to make money to send back home, and Fresh spent too long away on his trip. Error was expelled from his magic academy and came home to an empty house, so he left! Now he's been on the road for about a month? Nightmare has been ruling for about 6-ish years now, almost 7.
(Hello @mutzelputz and @papiliovolens hi guys!!!)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The town was bustling.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error had been through a lot of towns since heā€™d left. Big ones, small ones, ones he was convinced werenā€™t even towns at all, just a few barns in a general closeness to one another who decided they needed to call themselves something besides the outskirts. Those people had been particularly hostile to his passing through.
Ā Ā Ā And, lately, theyā€™d been really weird. People staring at him when heā€™d walk on the streets, or pass by shops. When they saw he had money from a different kingdom (he didnā€™t even realize heā€™d left his own, but he figured it meant he was on the right path) theyā€™d squeeze their faces like they bit a lemon and hastily take his coin. Like it was cursed, or something. They were lucky it wasnā€™t cursed, honestly. He could probably figure out how to do that.
Ā Ā Ā Ā This town, though, was filled so full with people that he imagined they couldnā€™t look at him weird if they wanted to.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā People were riding horses, chatting in the streets, all sorts of stalls and merchants were peddling goods, and he was almost positive he could hear music lifting down the street over the general drone. He couldnā€™t remember the last time heā€™d run into a place so busy. Heā€™d always been told to stick to the side, out of the way, out of danger.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He didnā€™t have to listen to that anymore. Though, he did skirt the crowds. The mass of people seemed all too willing to bump shoulders or elbows with each other in the early morning sun, and the last thing he wanted was to have his magic act up in a crowd. Heā€™d done well so far.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Every booth, every merchant, every passerby seemed jubilant, ebbing and flowing. It was like some sort of party.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā That was, until, Error spotted it.
Ā Ā Ā A big building, something that Error recognized only vaguely.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It was an amphitheatre.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Geno had taken him to see one once. Or, at least, the ruin of one. It hadnā€™t been too far from their home, and it was pretty abandoned and lonely. Plants had crawled up its walls, stones had fallen off in chunks, animals seemed to have deemed its high windows a perfect spot to build nests. It had been breathtaking, and ancient.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā This one? Seemed perfectly in-use.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The walls were all in-tact, stones, an easy to look at grey, smooth and covered in little intricate carvings. Spells, he had to imagine, in some language he didnā€™t know. Curtains hung over the huge arched entrances, and heavy gates seemed to be lifted, the spikes at the base loomed over the heads of every passerby.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He couldnā€™t help but marvel. Was this a restoration, or maybe it was new. Some sort of imitation. Regardless, he found that his feet carried him to one of the entrances, which stood largely empty aside from some folks who looked strikingly like guards.
Ā Ā Ā Two of them stood, long spears in-hand. They both stood stock still as Error approached, and didnā€™t move a muscle as he passed them. They were strange, definitely different. Not at all the town guard he was familiar with.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The inside of the theatre was even more impressive. Rows and rows of stands seemed to line up either side. Huge tapestry hung from the high arches past those seats, and down the runways of the bleachers, all a bright teal and dark navy blue. They seemed fancy, and much newer than the curtains which had hung in the entrance.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Beyond the walkway where he stood, was a set of stairs which led down a level or so, before it leveled out into an open space. Sandy, and very flat. It seemed like there were people there, too. A much smaller crowd, but still a crowd nonetheless.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error was almost amazed heā€™d not been stopped by someone yet. Whatever was going on seemed important, and so far in his experience, people did not like him sticking his nose into important business.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā With that in mind, he decided heā€™d stick to the entryway for now. He leaned his bag up against the wall and watched from a position where the sun still shadowed his form. He was often grateful for his miscolored bones. It made hiding in the dark a whole lot easier.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It took a bit for him to really process what he was watching in the morning light.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā There were four people sat on a sort of raised box toward the front of a stage. A huge stage, raised up off the sand with wood slats. They had a long-table before them, and quills and ink jars in-hand. Well, three were sitting. One was standing. But the point is, they were all watching the stage very attentively.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā On-stage there wasā€¦ basically nothing. Only a simple backdrop Error had to imagine was there at all times, because it looked like it was coated in sand, even from the distance where he stood.
Ā Ā Ā A person would enter the stage, the people sat on the box would speak to them, and then there was a flare of magic. Another. Another. And then they were dismissed.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It wasnā€™t until he really bothered to think about what magic was being cast that he realized those were extremely simple spells being used. Levitate, Create Water, Mimicry. Or Flame, Gust, Light. All just three easy spells, and then they were off-stage. That was taught magic. It gave him memories of his entrance exam to his school. Heā€™d been way overqualified to get in, Geno taught him after allā€¦
Ā Ā Ā But, no, this didnā€™t feel the same. There were plenty of people who seemed to stumble at spells they didnā€™t recognize, or who couldnā€™t muster a simple breeze. Then others who were very old and obviously skilled. Obviously they found the three spells to be childā€™s play. Like Error would. This was no entrance exam, so what-
Ā Ā Ā ā€œHey, pipsqueak, what are you doing there in the dark?ā€ A voice startled him, and it took all of his willpower to avoid jumping away from its origin.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error twisted rapidly, just in time to avoid the thrust of an elbow in his direction.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā There was a monster there. Three, actually. Two lizards, both bright green and tropical, and one who looked more like a dragon. The green one closer to him must have spoken, because he laughed at Errorā€™s flinch.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œWhy are you bothering me?ā€ Error shot back haughtily.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The lizard seemed to grin at the response.Ā Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œOh, so weā€™ve got a feisty little small fry here? Thinks heā€™s scoping out the competition?ā€ The dragonish one hissed, voice deep.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The other green one tittered a giggle, ā€œSo cute! I canā€™t believe the King really decided to let just anyone try out for Royal Mage.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ohā€¦
Ā Ā Ā The lizard before him seemed to take this silence as a weakness, and reached out quicker than Error could react. A flick to the middle of his forehead.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error winced and pulled away, back and into the arena. He grit his teeth and clutched his skull, where at the same moment the lizard jumped back and shook their hand in the air a bit. His magic had reacted poorly again, and while it was better than it used to be, it still stung like 5 wasps touching down and stinging the same point all at once.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œLittle freak.ā€ Was all the monster hissed, before he fled. His two friends moving on behind him in confusion. Approaching the line to the stage.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error stood there in the sun for a moment, rubbing at his forehead until the pain was more of a numb static.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā If anything, he appreciated the little run-in with those wanna-bes. Now he knew exactly what this was, and why it had felt so familiar to him.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The Mage Trials.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Geno had to go through them, and heā€™s been very thorough about his every single detail while doing it. Even though he was the best mage Error had ever known, heā€™d still stressed and wrote page after page of plans and spells and had placed them into a folder that felt thicker than an encyclopedia. Geno had always been the only one of them who bothered studying. Fresh couldnā€™t go to school anymore, and Errorā€¦ Well, Error didnā€™t need to.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Thinking about it, Geno had been very quiet about it, but Error had looked into his folder a few times. Just out of curiosity. Itā€™d been split into three rounds, something Geno had said was standardized. The first was a test of someoneā€™s basic magic skills, the second were more complex spells which the mage has practice in, and the third, the one that had given Geno the most grief, was the personal spell round. In the last one, there were no restrictions to what someone could do, so long as they had done the work themselves, and that it mostly used magic.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā If he was right, and he usually was, then this was the first round. Eliminating those with nothing but a hope and a prayer in their pocket before they got embarrassed before the one looking for the Mage in the first place. In this case, whoever this kingdomā€™s king even was.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā In just a few moments, Error had decided.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā This was how heā€™d prove himself.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The line was already starting to get longer, and he didnā€™t want to be here until nightfall in a queue. He dusted off his scarf, his shoes, his bag, and set off into the bright sun to secure his place in this contest. No prep. No warning. Just with his raw skill and what heā€™d learned so far. Nothing could possibly go wrong.Ā 
.
Ā Ā Ā Finally.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error felt like it had been hours in the warm sun before he was finally up next.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Heā€™d been watching, of course. Watching as the people before him were passed or failed. It was just as heā€™d expected, and he couldnā€™t help but be a bit giddy as the two green lizard whoā€™d bothered him earlier both failed. Though their dragonish friend had passed, it was still enough of a victory for him.
Ā Ā Ā Along with that, he noticed that the three people sat were all in robes of nobles. Something the wealthy and lofty would think to wear in a blazing hot arena all day. The one standing, though, was wearing all black. A hood was over his head, but Error thought he might be some sort of cat-monster. Very stone faced, very still. The only time Error had seen him move was seemingly to veto whatever choice the other three were making. He thought it was interesting.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā That didnā€™t matter, though.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Based on what heā€™d seen, these people wouldnā€™t have any qualms with his magic. He was much better than half the people whoā€™d already been passed, and knew he could keep him calm up on the stage. Itā€™d be just like his entrance exam.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He watched as the monster whoā€™d gone before him, a skeleton who was twice his height and twice as animal-ish, bowed gratefully to the people on the boxes, the evaluators, and exited. Sheā€™d passed fairly easily, Error thought. Though, her focus seemed elsewhere based on how shaky the hold on her last flame had been.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œNext!ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The call was shrill, and Error had heard it over a hundred times already today, but this time it bounced in his ears as he lifted himself up the steps and strode onstage.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā If heā€™d thought about it, he wouldā€™ve tried to find a place to stache his bag, but it was too late for that, and frankly he didnā€™t trust it not to get stolen once it was out of his sight. Not with how busy the city seemed.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā When he was stood in the center of the stage, he looked out across the way to the evaluators. They seemed closer up here than they did when he was on the ground. Interesting.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œFirst spell,ā€ The person on the far left called, though Error could tell now that it was a voice projection spell. So they didnā€™t strain their vocal chords, ā€œ Levitate.ā€
Ā Ā Ā That was simple. One of the first spells heā€™d been taught as a kid.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā His eyes skimmed briefly, there had been a few props on stage that he only noticed once he was closer that were meant to be used with this sort of spell, but Error wasnā€™t for that. Instead, he muttered the words under his breath, outstretched a hand, and felt his magic reach out around him. Beyond the stage.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Thereā€¦ There was a barrier of some sorts, pushing back against his magic, between himself and the evaluators. He furrowed his brow and urged his magic forward. He didnā€™t have to break through it. He just. Had to- His magic felt like it was looping and wriggling like a worm through the dirt, but when it broke through on the other end, it felt so much more clear. He could feel a potent magic there, something raw and wet, like the air before a storm.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā That didnā€™t matter, though. None of it did, because he was on a mission. His magic finally found its target, the stacks of ink bottles which the middle evaluator had just before their parchment. The magic latched on, and Error finally allowed himself a grin as he tugged his hand upwards. They floated calmly into the air, three of them, and did a quick spinning motion, before settling back down just where heā€™d found them.
Ā Ā Ā He didnā€™t catch the looks on the threes faces, but he had to imagine they were priceless. He was more focused on letting the spell dissipate and preparing for the next.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It took a moment, before, ā€œSecond Spell,ā€ They said, ā€œCreate Water.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Another easy one.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error held his hand out again, though this time his palm faced the sky rather than the ground. At the mutter of his words, he could feel the water manifesting. Tiny droplets leaking from his fingers and into the air above his open palm, where he let it gather into a nice, easy sphere.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It hovered, and for this one he could see the nods from the three evaluators. The fourth, the cat monster, didnā€™t move an inch. A good sign.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error, after a breath, moved the orb of water and simply set it on the stage floor. If he had to release it, he didnā€™t exactly want to get his clothes wet. That orb tended to shoot outwards when he released it, and the water would go everywhere.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œThird spell,ā€ They mustā€™ve been contented with his simply setting down the water, for they continued, ā€œFlame.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ah, one of his favorites. He was never very good at it, of course, but it was certainly very fun. If nothing else itā€™d be a taste of his raw power.
Ā Ā Ā He rolled up his hanging sleeves, quickly using strands of string to wrap them in place, before he picked back up the water orb in one hand. With the other, he faced his palm toward the side of it, and spoke the words for the flame spell.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The heat gathered in his wrist, and all at once shot out of his palm, like a cannon blast. The heat was intense, and Error laughed quietly to himself in pure elation as the fire did exactly what he was hoping. All at once, his glasses fogged, and a burst of steam blew past his face, off to the exiting side of the stage. Heā€™d evaporated his orb, no longer needing to risk someone seeing him fumble with it and soak himself.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He let the fire die after a few second, and quickly grabbed the hem of his scarf to wipe down his glasses from the fog left behind on their surface.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The moment the red rims were back on the bridge of his nose, the voice spoke up again.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œName?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Error cleared his throat, before calling back his name in response. Just the first one, the last one didnā€™t matter anymore.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā There was another few breaths of quiet, before,Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œAge?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Error hadnā€™t heard them ask anyone else for their age, but he figured theyā€™d noticed. How strong and talented he was at such a young age.Ā 
Ā Ā He puffed up his chest when he announced, ā€œTwelve!ā€ to the arena.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā There were a few muffled murmurs from the line, but Error was too busy grinning across the way at the evaluators as they seemed to talk amongst themselves.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He was ready to hear the word that would mark him to continue. The next part was tomorrow, after this round was concluded and the king arrived. Heā€™d heard about it in the line while he was waiting.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā One of the evaluators lifted their gaze back to him. Opened their mouth.
Ā Ā Ā ā€œDisqualified.ā€
Ā Ā Ā That.
Ā Ā Ā Huh?
Ā Ā Ā Error mustā€™ve visibly glitched at the response, because one of the evaluators seemed to flinch. Ever so slightly.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œHow come?!ā€ Error called back, reservations immediately fleeing his mind.
Ā Ā Ā How could they disqualify him? He hadnā€™t heard them do that to literally anyone else so far today.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The evaluator on the far right spoke up, ā€œToo young. Now please move off the-ā€
Ā Ā Ā Error mightā€™ve let his mouth speak before his mind, if he hadnā€™t seen the way the mysterious cat monster seemed to slink forward. A simple tap to the evaluatorā€™s side and they stopped mid-sentence, attention drawing to the person.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He waited with balled fists. Hoping, against it all, that this person was using his mighty veto powers to get him his passing review.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œThe Knight wishes to speak to you further.ā€ They said, when the person, the Knight, took a step back. ā€œExit the stage.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Mm.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā This was his chance. This was his moment. He was being allowed to move on, he was sure of it. It had to be.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He practically scrambled off the stage and down the steps, and found that the Knight had closed the distance very quickly. He gestured silently for Error to follow him off to the side of the arena, seemingly outside of the voice spellā€™s range, as the noise of magic and calling for the next viewer seemed all muffled and contained.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Something Error noticed about the guy, now that he was right beside him walking along, was also that he wasnā€™t a cat monster. No, he had some sort of mask shaped like a cat. Black spots painted on black fur, with piercing white eyelights hidden in the darkness cast by his black hood. A cloth mask covered the lower half of his face, so Error wouldā€™ve had no idea what kind of monster he was, if he hadnā€™t left his hands uncovered. They were grey and grimy, but they were most certainly bones.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The other thing he noticed, was the magic. That damp, airy magic was no-doubt from this guy. It practically enveloped the both of them until they were stood in the shade of the wall separating bleachers from arena floor.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œYou said youā€™re twelve?ā€ He finally asked, shifting on his feet to look at Error.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The last thing he noticed, which only happened once he was able to look past the aura, was that. Well. He was a bit taller than this guy. Not by much, but there was certainly something stark about having to look a bit downwards to meet his eyelights.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œYes, I am.ā€ He claimed proudly, still convinced this was to be his ride to the top.
Ā Ā Ā The knight seemed to skim him with his eyes. Surely taking in Errorā€™s clothes, his bag, his glasses, the weird bones. Though, it didnā€™t feel pervasive.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œImpressively strong for a kid,ā€ He praised loosely, ā€œAnd probably talented in spells if the nerds were any indication.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā His voice was quiet and raspy, but Error had no problem listening to it. This strong and very cool guy who was called a ā€˜knightā€™ was praising him. This was much better than getting yelled at by his professors. Much.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œDoes that mean I passed?ā€ He asked impatiently.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He needed this. He needed this.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The guyā€™s eyelights lingered on his face a bit, and it was then that Error finally noticed how virtually unreadable this guy was. Impossibly quiet, posture unmoving, all facial features shrouded in shadow and covered by masks?
Ā Ā Ā ā€œIā€™m not sure what kingdom youā€™re from, but youā€™ve got to understand that the folks up there didnā€™t say no because youā€™re bad. They said no because the king made a new decree. ā€œNo soul under the age of 16 shall be put to work under the crown.ā€ Theyā€™ve gotta take it seriously, just like everyone else has to follow the new rules about their own shops and businesses.ā€ He said evenly, eyelights never leaving Errorā€™s face. ā€œYouā€™re a couple years too early is all.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It felt like heā€™d been shoved into a ditch, and he could already feel his right hand starting to tremble with the beginnings of a glitch. He was furious! How could they possibly say no to him because of some stupid rule about his age?Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œNo!ā€ He exclaimed, trying to bite back the distortion on his voice, ā€œIā€™m not going to just walk away. If I could just move on to the next round, theyā€™d see Iā€™m different! Iā€™m not some weak little baby!ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He clenched his fists, driving his jittering one forcefully into his pocket.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The knight didnā€™t even flinch at his declaration.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œTheyā€™ve already seen that.ā€ He said easily. ā€œListen to me. Error, right?ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error hesitantly nodded.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œError, ā€˜m sure that if my Lord saw you in action, he too would agree that you are very strong and resourceful.ā€ The knight said, and Error hated that it sounded earnest. ā€œBut, he set that law into place for very good reason. If by any means those folks back there were to let you through, to pass you, and you made it before the king next round? Theyā€™d have committed treason, and Iā€™d have their souls on the end of my bone in three seconds flat.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā His voice was hard and serious, and Error held strong as a loud crack echoed out beside the knight. A bone raised from the ground, sharp and jagged on the end, absolutely radiating magic.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œDo you really want their blood on your conscience, just so that you get sent away by the King anyways?ā€ The knight offered.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error hunched his shoulders a bit, and he felt his static worsen as he let his eyes linger on the bone. Yes. He muttered inside his head. He wanted to scream it at the man before him. Tell him that this was his one golden chance to prove himself.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā But to who? He would ask, and Error wouldnā€™t be able to say it. Itā€™d be a wasted sentiment and wasted time and wasted lives just for his temper tantrum.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œ...No.ā€ He bit out meekly.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He stood there, feeling a familiar shame creep up his spine. The knight made no move to leave, though he did let his bone disappear. The ground looked untouched from where it had split out of. Just more sand. Sand that was getting into Errorā€™s bones. That heā€™d have to clean out later. Swinging in his hammock, lonely and moping.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œHeh,ā€ The chuckle was almost inaudible, and Error was almost ready to let his distress turn back into rage, but, ā€œBetter kid than I was.ā€ The Knight mused into the open air.
Ā Ā Ā He seemed to shift his stance again, and Error took a half step back.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œYouā€™ve got your life ahead of you, kid. Donā€™t let this keep you down. Take the road less traveled by or whatever.ā€ He said then, waving a hand loosely before him.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error stared at him, trying to even his breath, before he had an idea.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œThe other two rounds will be here, right?ā€ He asked, voice still harshly stuttering and screeching. The Knight seemed unbothered.
Ā Ā Ā ā€œYeah. Planning on sticking around to watch?ā€ The knight questioned, though it felt more like a warning.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error nodded in agreement without hesitation. ā€œIf these geezers can get the job, I need to see what kind of tricks they have up their sleeves.ā€ He agreed.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā That earned another little chuckle, before the knight looked back to the stage.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Up in the center was a new mage, a human who seemed to be making a pretty wild wind that was whipping the sand around, bothering the people in line behind him. Error heard the knight make a scoffing noise, before turning back towards the stage.
Ā Ā Ā ā€œGo hang around somewhere else for a while, why donā€™t you? I have to go make sure those nerds donā€™t pass that guy.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error didnā€™t even get to say a farewell before the Knight was off.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It seemed like every stride he teleported a bit further, building speed until he stopped cleanly up on the pedestal. Just in time for the sandstorm to die down.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error didnā€™t want to walk away from this, he didnā€™t, but staying would only waste his time. It only took a few more seconds, to watch the knight nudge the evaluator and hear the muffled call of ā€˜failā€™ ring out across the arena before he was turning tail and moving out of the sandy paradise, back into the bustle of the living city.Ā 
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Ā Ā Ā It was impossible to miss it. The sounds of celebration as the monarch entered the town.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error could see the royal carriage from his perch, an old temple tower that had at some point lost its bell. It seemed untouched, birds nests and cobwebs, so heā€™d set up a hammock and a little makeshift shelter inside using his strings just before night fell.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Heā€™d snatched some food from the town as dusk was setting in, and heā€™d been comfortably whittling away the dark hours, working hard on his plan.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā With the King officially in town, that meant the second round would be starting up shortly, taking the numbers of who would be in the third round down by hundreds. He hoped the king was stingy about it. He hoped that dragonish monster would stumble on his spell and turn someone into a frog.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The thought humored him, and he cackled quietly to himself from his makeshift room.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The sun was high again, and he was only a part of the way through. His spells required a lot of his magic to be woven into them, and while it was much much faster than what heā€™d heard was the usual, it was still difficult to make.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Weaving the blue strings from his sockets, to his fingers, around his fingertips, and into the shapes he needed. It was monotonous, and boring by all accounts, but with every strand there was a new flow of power. A new pump of adrenaline into Errorā€™s soul as he recognized his creation becoming more potent. Intent, intent, intent, every loop and knot was filled to the brim with it. His frustration sat at the core. Much more volatile and destructive than his usual intent, but it would serve him well if he wanted this plan to go well. Around it was his determination. The strings woven in with a sense of stubbornness which refused to let go, like a snake swallowing its prey whole. This would compress the first layer into a proper state. Let it coil and coil and coil until it burst. Itā€™d be big, and loud, and send out that message he so desperately needed to be heard by the king.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Skipping the second round would probably hurt him in the long run, butā€¦ That knight had said heā€™d have to kill those people if he showed his face in round two. So, heā€™d just appear in round three instead, and make up for missing the second one. A final act, of sorts.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Heā€™d have to be at this all day to make the time crunch. The orb was hardly as big as his palm, not nearly big enough. Though, he had wasted time making the shelter and finding food. Heā€™d just have to skip a couple meals to make up for it. He didnā€™t really need to eat that much anyways, heā€™d known that for years. He just tried to make an effort when he smelled something tasty.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He knew he could manage.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It was late in the night when Error finally started on the outer layers. Those which would be filled with his patience, so that the potent insides would not be sensed as he moved with it among the many magic users.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The town had begun to line the streets with torches and party as the stars arrived. No doubt celebrating those who would be at the third and final round tomorrow. The ones who would be competing to become the new Royal Mage.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā To Error? Every single moment down there was dedicated to him. They just didnā€™t know it yet.Ā 
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Ā Ā Ā The morning came, and Error only had a few more layers.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā By the time the sun was almost in the center of the sky above, he had finished it, and carefully tucked it into his backpack. He unraveled the strings and carefully wrapped them, shaping them, changing them into a thin net with long ends. This was shoved into his jacket sleeve, the ends clutched tight in his hand.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It took him hardly any time at all to get to the arena, and he was early.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Good.
Ā Ā Ā He settled himself up in the stands, as close to the stage as he could get. Many people seemed to be staying outside the arena, sticking to the streets, but there was still enough of a crowd in the bleachers that Error had to be careful as he worked his way along the edges. He needed to be closer. Closerā€¦
Ā Ā Ā There.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He stood at the railing behind the stage.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā From here, he could see the line to the left, and he could see the people who had finished lingering on the other side. None of them spoke to each other, only standing about, icily, waiting for the rest to finish so theyā€™d know which of them was chosen, and who was not. Error had to imagine that these folks were just as lame and boring as the seniors from his old academy. No fun at all.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He waited, so, so patiently, for the next few people. The last few.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Though he couldnā€™t see the spells themselves, he could certainly feel the pressure coming off of them. The control that theyā€™d need to balance it. How much it mightā€™ve drained their energy to do it just once. He was attuned to that sort of thing, he had to be.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā His assessment was that all of these last few folks werenā€™t bad, but they were no match for Errorā€™s raw talent.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Each spell cast seemed to tick away at Errorā€™s patience, until it finally happened. The last mage went on-stage. It seemed there had been 15 of them.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Heā€™d have to make 16, then.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It felt like a blur as he jumped the rails and let his strings carry him across the open space, much to the shock of the few who had been watching the competitors from around him. The blue lines snatched at the wooden supports of the stage, and he swung right over top, landing a bit messily in the center of the stage.
Ā Ā Ā He didnā€™t have time to look at everything. All he knew was the crowd was much larger than last time, that there was a shout of ā€˜Hey!ā€™ā€™ from somewhere to his left, and that the box across from the stage now held only three people. Monsters. One Error recognized, the knight in shadows whoā€™d spoken to him. The other two he didnā€™t know, but he had to assume the one in the middle, tall and imposing, and dark, with an eyelight the same colors as the tapestries, was the King he was looking to impress. That was all he needed to know.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œMā€™lord, my name is Error!ā€ He called out across the sand, and in one motion he shrugged the bag off his shoulders and used his strings to tug the orb out of its canvas body. ā€œI want to prove that Iā€™m more capable than any of the adults who just went before me! I could be your mage!ā€ He would be the mage.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The orb sat cradled in Errorā€™s hand for only the briefest moment, before it was inside the little net heā€™d made. He swung it in circles. Again. Again. Again.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He had to be fast. He had to do this quick.
Ā Ā Ā Error spent one last moment, extending his reach through his strings, muttering words and igniting an intangible spark.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā For a brief moment, he watched as the King seemed to ease forward. A hand now raised, seemingly calling off his knights, who had been almost in motion.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He released the orb directly upwards, momentum carrying it up.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Up.
Ā Ā Ā Up.
Ā Ā Ā Into the blue sky. Practically into the sun.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error watched it rise above him.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Only.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œShit.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā His calculations mustā€™ve been off. He mustā€™ve added a layer too many, or maybe he released it a swing too soon. But he could tell that it wouldnā€™t clear the top of the arena.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Maybe if he had a few more seconds he couldā€™ve used strings to boost it. He couldā€™ve sent a magic gust to lift it further.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Not the case.
Ā Ā Ā He watched as the orb detonated, just like it was supposed to.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The wave moved horizontally through the air, and swept across the air above the arena so quickly that it sucked the sand from the top layer and threw it against the tall walls. Errorā€™s footing slipped, and he stumbled to his knees on the stage as the wind whipped and tugged the heavy curtains into the air current as well.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It was an almost invisible force, Error had to imagine anyone without a solid grasp of magic would entirely miss it as it spread out.Ā 
Ā Ā He winced as it finally reached the edges of the arena, where he had just barely managed to fall short of clearing.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā As the magic passed over the stone and mortar, he saw as it fell. Not in chunks, but crumbled like dust into fine particles. The upper half of every arch at the top of the grand amphitheatre, turned pitch black, then wasted away.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He hadnā€™t meant for it to come in contact with anything. It wasnā€™t supposed to do anything but harmlessly wave over everyoneā€™s heads. As a show of his strength. That was all.
Ā Ā Ā Error could only think back to when this had happened before. When heā€™d accidentally exploded Genoā€™s favorite mug while metering the strength of his strings. When heā€™d broken the wheel of a carriage passing through the woods with a wayward slingshot blast. When heā€™d broken all ten of the large windows in the lecture hall of the academy when he failed to complete a spell the way it was written. When heā€™d done it too well.
Ā Ā Ā As he rose to his feet, he half expected the nagging voice of his older brother to be there, chastising him for not being more careful, before taking him home and making him dinner.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It wasnā€™t that, though.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He watched out across the sand. The king had his head tilted only slightly, looking up at Errorā€™s lofty mistake. At the clean cut where stone now met unbothered air. His knight, the one in all black, was leaned ever so slightly towards him. They mustā€™ve been speaking. Or, at least, the knight was.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā About Error, he had no doubt.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He stayed in place, watching, swaying a bit with the residual force of his own spell lingering in his fingertips. Every instinct which told him to run and to hide were smothered and stamped out by the ligering fact that he had nowhere to go. Without his brothers, there was no one to help him. He knew it.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Even in front of this crowd. These mages. This King and his knights. He couldnā€™t bring himself to move offstage. Some part of him, deep down, childishly wanted the King to announce that he was impressed. To parade him offstage and let him experience what Geno had. Let him know why Geno left.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The Kingā€™s single eyelight swam back over to look at Error in the silence.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error felt like the world had stopped.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It hadnā€™t.
Ā Ā Ā There was a clattering of armor and rustling of fabric, suddenly loud in his ears, and he had no time to react as everything came rushing in all at once.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Hands. Heavy, gloved hands. Two sets, two hands each wrapped one of his upper arms, and immediately lifted him off the ground. Into the air.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Pain flooded into his bones from his soul, like twin lightning strikes, trying to singe the bone and the magic in its core. The pressure wasnā€™t much, his mind knew that, but his body usually didnā€™t listen to him. He tried desperately to hold it in. The rampant part of his magic that had been hurting him since he could remember. That made it hard to touch anyone. To shake hands. To hug his brothers.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œLet go!ā€ He pleaded, though he wasnā€™t sure if his voice made any sense. Fresh always told him they couldnā€™t tell what he was saying when his voice got too bad.
Ā Ā Ā More pain. He kicked his legs at the open air, and tried to muster control over his strings, just for a moment, but he couldnā€™t. He couldnā€™t focus.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā And all at once it stopped.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Errorā€™s feet were on the ground again, though that promptly became his knees again as he swayed and wavered in the sudden aftermath of his active magic dying down. Receding back into his soul. Because it didnā€™t need to ā€˜protectā€™ him anymore.
Ā Ā Ā He spotted then, as his vision returned to something aside from the gloves or the sky, that the King was no longer in his throne. In fact, there was a heavy, encompassing, magical weight behind him now. Somewhere very, very close-by.
Ā Ā Ā He took a deep breath, grounding himself.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œWe are taking a recess.ā€ Announced a booming voice. Very nearby. It was deep, and felt almost the same as the projection spell from two days prior. Then, more quietly, ā€œYou will leave the boy to me. Go ensure no one was injured, then manage the crowd. Iā€™ll make my choice tomorrow at sunrise.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The second bit felt quieter, an edge to the tone that Error didnā€™t quite like. Considering he must be the boy in question.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It was a moment, a few muddled ā€˜Yes, my kingā€™ s, before Error found a pair of boots stepping before him. His head swam as he looked upwards.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The King, he figured that had to be him, was dark. Very dark. Like a living, dripping, shadow. Magic seemed to be all he was made of, an aura radiating from him. Dripping off his back into long slimy worms, twitching as they sat near the ground. He wore a fancy cape, too. One with huge gold clasps on his shoulders, one was shaped like the moon.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error looked to his face last. In hindsight, something that couldā€™ve been very, very bad. He was met with a dripping face. Skeletal. The place where his right socket shouldā€™ve sat was covered in that dark substance. The other hollow, with that bright cyan orb staring right back at him.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œCan you stand?ā€ His voice came easily, and Error braced himself.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Could he?
Ā Ā Ā He had to, he didnā€™t want to be touched again.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error took another breath, and managed to rise silently to his feet.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œGood,ā€ the King said once he was standing, ā€œFollow me.ā€
Ā Ā Ā It was an order he didnā€™t dare refuse.Ā 
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Ā Ā Ā Error found himself in an odd position.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Heā€™d been given time to sit and recover from his magicā€™s outlash, and now he was sat in a room beneath the bleachers of the arena alongside the King and that knight heā€™d met before. The other one was guarding the door, he thought.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Itā€™d been silent for a while, and it was almost expected when the silence was finally broken.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œYou said your name is Error, correct?ā€ The King asked, and Error gave a nod of yes. He forced himself to meet the Kingā€™s gaze.
Ā Ā Ā ā€œDust says that youā€™re only 12, and our people disqualified you in the first round. Is that right?ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error nodded again.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œAnd Dust even explained to you why you were disqualified?ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Another nod. It seemed heā€™d at least made an impression on the knight. Dust.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The King tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, eyelight holding Errorā€™s tightly.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œThen, Iā€™ll ask, what brought you to think this was a good choice? To try and become Royal Mage above any cost it might bring?ā€ The king asked, and Error was surprised to find it was a shockingly gentle tone. ā€œYour home, your family, your life. You are so young, why put it all on the line like this?ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Oh.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It was almost funny. Was this whole thing because the king was some sort of charitycase? So disillusioned by his perfect life that he couldnā€™t even think of the hardships any random kid could go through? He almost grinned at that, barely keeping his mouth from twitching in a mix of frustration and humor.
Ā Ā Ā ā€œI wanted to prove myself,ā€ He muttered, ā€œAnd besides, becoming the Royal Mage would be great.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā He waited, waited for the King to inhale, to say something, before,Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œIā€™m an orphan.ā€ He spat, finally. ā€œFamily abandoned me, house is left behind, expelled from school. I donā€™t want to keep wandering.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It was basically the truth. This was his big break. His one last chance before he became a hated little vagabond. Maybe even a criminal. Maybe heā€™d have to go on the run for the rest of his life, live as a nomad. Join a caravan. Those people got stopped a lot though, kingdoms didnā€™t like them. Heā€™d probably explode some cityā€™s bakery by mistake and get put in jail for-
Ā Ā Ā ā€œWait!ā€ Error suddenly exclaimed, breaking free of his thoughts, ā€œAm I in trouble? Am I going to jail??ā€ He asked then.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā His worries slammed to a grinding halt and he stared wide-eyed at the two before him. Geno had always told him not to go making his big stuff near town, because if the guard caught him he wouldnā€™t be able to bail him out. Heā€™d end up in jail. Of course, itā€™d never happened back then because he was always fast enough. Always smart enough to get out of dodge when he broke something or made poor decisions. Here? Here he hadnā€™t run when he had the chance.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The King stared at him, his one eyelight nearly mirroring Errorā€™s in surprise at the question.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œI mean,ā€ he started, ā€œYouā€™re young. If I wont let you work for me, I wouldnā€™t dare put you in prison either.ā€ The King stated, ā€œThough, you did do quite a bit of damage to the theatre.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error watched him break eye contact finally and look over his shoulder to the Knight stood there. Heā€™d been silently watching Error too.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā When he had no insight, The king seemed to heave a sigh, and the shadowy extra limbs which draped around him twitched.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œYouā€™re sure you have no family? No home?ā€ the King asked him again, and Error nodded.
Ā Ā Ā The king muttered something under his breath, and shot the Knight another look. The knight shrugged.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œIā€¦ Will not employ you. Though, I do see talent in you, Error.ā€ the King said carefully, a bit slower in his words than he had been up until now. Almostā€¦ unsure. ā€œI will, however, extend to you the title so that you may conductā€¦ā€ He waved a hand before himself, as though searching for a word, ā€œ You may conduct independent research. If you accept, of course.ā€
Ā Ā Ā ā€œYou would be free to resend your acceptance at any moment, no strings attached, and may take any work you complete along with you, and any pay you receive would be given to you after your 16th birthday, if you stay that long.ā€ He added, ā€œIā€™ll have to rewrite the contract, but-ā€
Ā Ā Ā ā€œI accept!ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error couldnā€™t help himself. He was so excited he could puke. The last thing heā€™d expected was to pull this off. This shitshow of a scheme actually got him the job? He could scream. He could jump up and down for joy. He didnā€™t, he sat eagerly and tense in his seat instead, but he couldā€™ve.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā The King seemed to hesitate, for a few breaths, before relaxing. He stood, and offered a hand out slowly to Error.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Error stood too, grinning. He could manage this one. He could do it.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā It was brief, but he grasped the Kingā€™s hand and shook it firmly.
Ā Ā Ā ā€œDust, will you help Error locate his belongings, and escort him to wherever he is staying tonight? Iā€™ll send Cross to swap with you a bit later. Weā€™ll reconvene in the morning just before sunrise.ā€Ā 
#new age au#Gods these guys are so so silly to me#I wanted this to be Error's perspective mostly but also. I love the others dearly#I need y'all to know that Dust and Nightmare 100% talked about Error's situation after Night offered the deal and they agreed it was#probably the best call for Error's sake if nothing else. But like. What poor timing for such a strong orphan to come out of nowhere#and immediately mess up Night's new rule lmao.#Also idk if I lost steam into the 2nd half so I apologize if that's not as tasty but like... I had a lot going on and I knew if I stopped#it would never get finished ever haha-#Let's see what other thoughts i had...#Definitely need to write Error first arriving and feeling the whimsy of meeting Geno and getting to rant to Nightmare about his newest craz#idea and getting his own courtyard to try things out and all that jazz#And also experiencing Ccino panic at the sight of a young child because ??? Night ur better than that what happened??? And subconsciously#pick up on the brotherly energy they have towards eachother.#And to let Error set boundaries about his tower#who can come in and who can't and how to call for him (use strings outside like a door-knocker basically) and just! Watch him adjust and#thrive!!!!#anyways yeah. Dust definitely becomes the one Error speaks to the most often besides Nightmare. And Nightmare is busy so he mainly just#checks in on him to listen to his new ideas and make sure he's still alive#so there's not a whole lot of interaction aside from Night being a positive and encouraging force to Error's magic practice (maybe they#train on occassion too?)#And then. Y'know. Nightmare shrinks and is just a lil goofy nerd and loves listening to Error and thinks he's super duper cool.#(OH! And Error turns 13 like. a few days into his emplyment#so he's 14 when Night becomes 13 again-)#okay good night everyone!!
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HIIIIIII I saw you're Damian and Rhea x reader that you just posted AND I HAVE A IDEA (No rush I'm just sending it so I don't forget)
OKAY SO in the same universe as the previous fic what if backstage on Monday night raw finn starts trying to convince the reader to join the new judgment day (bc he obviously still cares for the kid) like trying to get jd or Dom to guilt trip them or even getting liv Morgan to be buddy buddy since reader had trouble making friends.
But the reader STAYS LOYAL to the terror twins šŸ–¤
running to write this because i love it, hereā€™s part one
the judgment day x reader (platonic) , mention of drew mcintyre
ā€¼ļøfinn being a good manipulator lol, family issues, fear of abandonment, angst, reader feeling insecure, brief mention of suicidal thoughts (sorry itā€™s a little angst)
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donā€™t break my heart - part 2
you lied if you said that you slept the night right after summerslam. no, you were in your hotel room watching the ceiling over and over, thinking of what was going to happen now. damian and rhea made sure to stay with you a few hours after the show, helping you calm down and making sure that you would eat something.
but they were tired and angry, so you perfectly understood when they waved goodbye and went to their rooms. they needed time to think and to cool off.
5 am and you were up to board on your next flight that didnā€™t leave until noon. you were living off on caffeine and sugar drinks but you didnā€™t care. you had no idea what was going to happen on monday night raw because you werenā€™t supposed to have any matches that night, you knew you would go with rhea and damian but you didnā€™t know what your future was going to be.
once you landed and you checked in into your new hotel room, you received a text from finn, saying to let him know once you arrived at the arena because he wanted to talk to you.
you drove along with rhea and damian and they both sensed your fear as you kept quiet, ā€œyou okay there?ā€ damian asked you.
ā€œuh?ā€ you woke up from your trance.
ā€œdam asked if you were okay, is everything okay y/n?ā€ rhea added turning to face you.
ā€œoh yes, iā€™m okay, just a lil nervousā€¦ā€ you hated lie to them, you hated lie in general but you couldnā€™t tell them that you were about to meet with finn. they would probably get mad at you and the last thing you wanted was to have your best friends hating on you too, so you kept it for yourself.
damian kept driving, knowing that eventually you would open up to them when you were ready.
once at the arena you waved them goodbye and went straight to your changing room. rhea told you to get ready in case something happened and if she needed your help so you did as she told you.
you texted finn and told him he could come over if he needed to talk to you so bad and not even 10 minutes later you heard a knock on the door.
ā€œcome inā€¦ā€ you screamed and he let himself in.
ā€œheyā€¦ā€
ā€œhiā€ you couldnā€™t deny that the situation was awkward. you stood there for a couple of minutes before he could talk.
ā€œlistenā€¦y/n iā€™m so sorry for everything that happened at summerslamā€ he apologized to you but you knew he wasnā€™t sorry at all.
ā€œyou lied to me finnā€¦ā€
ā€œand you lied to damian and rhea because iā€™m pretty sure they donā€™t know iā€™m hereā€ he smirked at you and that look made you sick in the stomach.
ā€œare you here to threaten me? are you to destroy the little family i have left? what do you want finnā€¦i have no time for more bullshit, pleaseā€ your voice sounded broken and finn hated himself for the way he treated you.
ā€œi knowā€¦iā€™m so sorry for everything and you have to believe meā€¦iā€™m not sorry for damian or for rhea because i got tired of being their little puppy, dominik tooā€¦but i have nothing against you, never have, never wilā€¦i care about you y/nā€¦donā€™t you remember all the things we shared? all the things weā€™ve went through?ā€
and you couldnā€™t lie to him. you will always remember how kind and patient and caring he has always been with you.
he was the first person you told about your past, even before telling damian and rhea. he was the one who held you while you cried when you told him about your thought of ending your life. he was the one who comforted you and made sure you never felt left out. and he was true when he said youā€™ve been through a lot because he was always there for you.
but so were damian and rhea so you couldnā€™t understand why was finn telling you all of that.
ā€œwhy are you here finn?ā€ you simply asked him, his way of bringing back memories made you feel guilty. seeing how much you depended upon someone made you realize that you probably were better alone than with someone.
ā€œi want you to join usā€¦ā€
ā€œjoin who?ā€
ā€œmeā€¦y/n, me, dom, jd and livā€¦listen, i know you and i know damian and rhea and they will leave you at some pointā€¦they are both chasing vengeance and power, they want their titles back, they wonā€™t be with you forever and, iā€™m sorry to say it but they wonā€™t take care about you foreverā€¦you saw the way rhea treated dom or the way damian treated jdā€¦ā€ his words were starting to impress in your head ā€œjd kinda likes youā€ he chuckled ā€œno, iā€™m pretty sure he has a crush on youā€¦and listen, liv is really a friendly person, i know you donā€™t like her right now but i promise you, if you get to know her you will like her moreā€¦just give us a chanceā€
maybe he was right.
maybe you would ended up being alone one day and he was right about that damian and rhea had their own lives apart from you. hell, rhea just got married, maybe she would like to start a family one dayā€¦maybe finn was right.
finn always cared about you, he proved it many times so why were you afraid of trusting him?
ā€œi-iā€¦i donā€™t know finnā€¦ā€ your mind started to overthink. you were feeling overwhelmed and despite you still loved finn, despite you still caring for him, you couldnā€™t betray damian and rhea.
ā€œlisten i-ā€¦ā€
ā€œno finn, you listen to me. how can you expect me to choose between you or them? how-how can you tear this family apart like this? because maybe for you it was nothing but for meā€¦for me it was everythingā€¦ā€ tears slowly falling down your face.
finn knew that it was wrong putting you in all of this mess. he knew that no matter what he still would have a space for you in his heart but the idea of choosing them instead of him made him feel useless, like somehow he failed you.
ā€œi canā€™t choose between you or them because you are the ones who broke this group apartā€¦ā€ more tears falling from your eyes ā€œi-i canā€™t finnā€¦i canā€™tā€ and before he could say anything else, you turned to face the door and quickly left your changing room.
drew noticed you walking down the arena corridors with teary eyes and no matter how many time he called you, your mind couldnā€™t register any sound or noise. it felt like you couldnā€™t hear anything except your heart beating in your chest.
i just saw y/n crying and going towards the emergency exit of the arena. finn balor just came out of her changing room. donā€™t know what happened but she seems overwhelmed, she needs you.
drew texted rhea. he was pretty worried when he saw in what state you were in. he knew that even if he chased you, you probably would have just pushed him away. he knew something about your past and he knew how the other females in the roster would give you ā€œthe looksā€ and honestly he felt for you, he just wanted you to feel welcomed because for him, the wwe was just a big huge family. he knew that you needed time, thatā€™s why he warned rhea.
when she read the text, she felt her heart missing a few beats.
ā€œwhat?ā€ damian asked a little concerned when he saw the look on her face.
she was still a little shocked ā€œdrew texted meā€¦he saw finn leaving y/nā€™s changing room and he said that when she left she was cryingā€¦sheā€™s probably goingā€™s back to the hotel, he said sheā€™s going outsideā€
that was all damian needed to hear before leaving rheaā€™s changing room and sprinting over the emergency exit. rhea following behind, making a note to thank drew later.
they both saw you sitting on the emergency stairs and slowly they both approached you.
damian sat in front of you while rhea sat next to you ā€œhey angelā€¦ā€ rhea slowly turned your face towards hers ā€œwhy are you crying beautiful?ā€
in that moment you saw it in their eyes.
they cared.
they cared like a family.
rhea was about to cry because she couldnā€™t stand the idea of seeing you upset.
ā€œfinn wanted to talk to meā€¦he, well, he basically offered me a spot to join him alongside with dom, jd and livā€¦ā€ you said. you feared that they would get mad but rheaā€™s eyes told you the opposite.
ā€œand what did you say?ā€ damian asked you, gently smiling at you.
ā€œthat i canā€™tā€¦i canā€™t leave you, i canā€™t even look him in the eyes, it just hurts too much and i canā€™t have you hate on me tooā€ you softly spoke.
damian looked at you and saw nothing but pure intentions ā€œy/nā€¦we could never hate you. we know how close you and finn are, and i know it hurts right now so we wonā€™t forbid you to see him again if you want toā€¦ā€
ā€œbut i canā€™t damian! it doesnā€™t feel right, itā€™s not right! iā€™m not turning my back on you, i would never do thatā€¦you guys mean so much for me and i canā€™t stand the idea of losing you or hate you butā€¦but finn said some things that made me thinkā€¦ā€
ā€œwhat did he say sweetheart?ā€ rhea gently asked.
ā€œwell, for instance, rhea you just got marriedā€¦and i canā€™t hold you back for the rest of my life just because my head is a fucking mess, you have your life and i donā€™t want you to feel the need to look after me foreverā€¦same goes for you damian, i canā€™t depend on you for the rest of my lifeā€¦ā€
ā€œthatā€™s absolute nonsense y/nā€ damian said and rhea agreed with him. she was mad with finn for playing those mind tricks with you, knowing exactly that your mind wasnā€™t in the right place and that you would get negative thoughts very easily.
ā€œlistenā€ damian spoke ā€œwe are a family okay? we stay together, now, tomorrow and in ten years okay? just because we have a life outside this company doesnā€™t mean that youā€™re not a part of our life outside of it okay? we stay together instead and outsideā€¦i love you like you are my own sister, fuck you could be my daughter y/nā€¦ā€ damian joked making you laugh.
ā€œdamianā€™s rightā€ rhea held your hands ā€œwe stay together because we care about you, now and in a million yearsā€¦ā€
ā€œthank you for everything guysā€¦ā€ you smiled at both at them.
ā€œyou donā€™t have to thank us loveā€¦ā€ rhea wiped some of your tears away ā€œnow, why donā€™t you help me getting ready uh? tonightā€™s gonna be a big night and i want to look perfectā€ she laughed making you laugh too.
ā€œyupā€ you smiled and with their help you got up from the uncomfortable stairs.
rhea mentally noted to thank drew and to kick finnā€™s ass because he made you doubt yourself, and most importantly, he made you cry.
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okay so what about part 3 with reader and drew getting to know each other and developing feelings for each other and damian and rhea acting like big parents to reader?
PART 3
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