#do you know what a description box is? has it never crossed your mind to check there first?

[legallybrunettedotcom]

i try to avoid going into the comment section of any social media post ever, but sometimes i love torturing myself and you encounter lots of stupid takes from people who think they're smart but you also encounter people who truly seem like today is their first day on earth. literally shaking and crying typing out a comment on a recipe post "can i use this similar ingredient instead of the one you used? i have allergies." no you can't i'm sorry you're just gonna have to choke. and also "can i make this very specific meal but change literally everything about it? can i turn water into wine would that be okay?" "where did you buy this very plain very basic white tshirt pleaseeeee i need to know or i'm gonna perish." do you hear yourself? do you have free will?

[jezabelle9299]

Sick day S.R x fem!Reader

Overture:Reader’s sick on paperwork day, so Spencer goes to check on her.

Warnings: descriptions of a cold/ flu, taking liquid medicine without measuring it, terrible fire safety, some parts are a teensy bit suggestive because I can’t resist. (It’s all inner monologue stuff, no one actually does anything, but R is in a short nightgown that is very distracting for Spencer), also she has a cat named Buttons

You felt like death warmed over. It was paperwork day at the office and you were mostly caught up, so you decided to just send Hotch a quick text letting him know you couldn’t come in before moving sluggishly around your apartment. By the time you made it back to your bed you had a small box of tissues, the longest movie you owned in the dvd player, and a bottle of Nyquil with a straw in it. You didn’t have the energy to measure. You lit a candle to try and keep the stale feeling of sickness from completely overtaking your room. You felt gross and needed to change before the cold medicine totally knocked you out, so you chose a short nightgown in an attempt to keep you from sweating as much as you were in the fluffy pajama set you woke up in.

Every couple hours you drifted awake, enough to get a small sip of water, and pull your hair up out of your face. You didn’t even notice the knock on your apartment door, same as you hadn’t noticed the calls from your concerned coworkers. They knew you lived alone and weren’t feeling well, so when you didn’t answer their calls they sent Spencer. He finished his paperwork already, so he left before everyone else. When you didn’t answer your door he thought of every worst case scenario, before getting it together and letting himself in with the key you gave him. He’d never used it, but everyone on the team had a copy for safety.

What you did manage to notice through your delirium was a knock on your bedroom door. It didn’t really surprise you, Penelope came over a lot and when she did, she often let herself in. You grumbled something that was supposed to sound like “come in” but was more like a vague groan. You only noticed it wasn’t Penelope from the cautious way he opened the door, and his small “hey” and accompanying wave. You opened your eyes the rest of the way, and sat up in bed, wincing from the small movement. Spencer walked into your room, as you rubbed your eyes.

“Hey, what’s up? Is there a problem at work?” You started to gently move the covers, in a terrible attempt to get out of bed and back on the job. Spencer quickly covered you back up, really trying not to notice your attire. He was there to check on you, not stare. You may be the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, but you weren’t doing this for him. He knew that. He did not know that the possibility of him seeing you in this version of dolled-up (Sans fever and red nose) had crossed your mind, several times in fact. It was probably for the best that he covered you back up though, because there was no way you were successfully making it out of that bed.

“No, no case. Just checking on you, you weren’t answering your phone.” it was said without accusation or inconvenience, and you once again realized how sweet Spencer is. As if you needed a reminder. You still apologized, you didn’t want him or anyone on the team to worry.

“Sorry, my phone’s around here somewhere, I guess I just didn’t hear it.”

“Oh no, it’s ok. We just wanted to make sure you were ok, plus I finished my paperwork early.” He looked away from you for half a second, and the still lit candle caught his attention.

“I’ll spare you the fire safety statistics for now because you’re sick. But this is going out when I leave, because you really shouldn’t sleep with it lit.”

“For the record I’d love to listen to you talk about– well, anything really. And ambiance over safety is something I’ll choose any day.” He looked like he was going to have a stroke. You assumed it was the blatant disregard for fire safety, which was part of it. But it was mostly his heart jumping at you wanting to listen to him. You were always sweet to him, but it was something he never got used to, never got tired of.

“I’ll tell you later, it’ll be long and unconversational.” You just gave him the best smile you could manage, you were excited, but also in ridiculous pain.

“Also how long has that song been playing, and how have you not gone insane yet?”He was referring to the soundtrack on the dvd menu of your movie. It bothered you a few hours ago, but by now you’d chosen to just tune it out. The TV didn’t have a remote and you weren’t annoyed enough to get up to deal with it.

“A few hours, and that time has come and gone. The TV doesn’t have a remote, and it’s not bad enough to deal with yet.” He reached over and turned it off for you, making it look so easy. As you were about to respond you were cut off by an incredibly painful coughing fit, which sent your cat running from his spot under the covers, back to the floor. Spencer jumped back, almost falling over at the sight.

“You have a cat?!” He was clutching his chest like he was having a heart attack, but you just giggled at the ball of fur cautiously approaching him before falling at his feet. It was a gross, congested laugh but Spencer still thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

“I do, his name’s Buttons. Seems like he likes you.” Spencer got down on one knee, to give Buttons a small bit of his attention before turning it back to you and standing up.

“Is there anything I can do? Do you have a fever? Did you eat? I know you need more electrolytes, I could get you a bottle of water.” You loved listening to him talk, but you were still in a dense fog. By the time he finished you couldn’t remember what he started with. You knew you wanted more medicine, but you had no idea what time it was, and if you could take more.

“What time is it?” Spencer quickly looked down at his watch and replied “3:48” and you let out a huge sigh of relief, it had been almost 6 hours, so you could take more.

Oh thank god. Could you hand me that bottle of cold medicine?” When you pointed to your nightstand, and among the dvds and books he saw the bottle, no cap, no measuring cup to indicate dosage, and a pink bendy straw sticking out of it like it was soda.

“Have you been drinking this straight from the bottle?” You were already in for a fire safety lecture, why not one on the importance of proper dosage? You faked outrage, actually just leading to another small coughing fit.

“Of course not. I drank it through a straw like a lady.” He looked between you and the bottle twice before grabbing it, and muttering a quiet “absolutely not”. Then he walked out with the medicine, back down the hallway.

“Spencer Reid, get back here” You attempted to call out, but your voice was hoarse, and you had no idea if he could actually hear you. Of course he came back not even a minute later, with a proper amount of medication, as well as a cold bottle of water. And you immediately downed them both.

“Now do you have a fever?” You gave a vague shrug, which was definitely not the answer he was looking for.

“Can’t be certain, I don’t have a thermometer. I assume so though.” When he leaned forward to put a hand to your forehead, you moved back just as quick. You were already embarrassed he was seeing you pale, red, and exhausted. You didn’t need him to feel the sweat definitely occupying your forehead. But you didn’t want him to think it wasn’t ok to touch you other times, when you were feeling a little more confident. You weren’t quite coherent enough to lie and make up another reason that he shouldn’t touch you, so you looked away and mumbled the truth.

“You don’t want to touch me right now. I’m gross. And full of germs.” You tacked on the last part, because if nothing else deterred him, you figured the prospect of germs might. But he rolled his eyes at you, and leaned further until he could finally feel your temperature. Both of you were actively trying to ignore how he was leaning over you in your bed.

“We spend most of our time together, we’re past the point of avoiding each other's germs. Not to mention that diseases are most contagious before symptoms appear, and I sat next to you on the plane yesterday.” He sat back, and you got up from where you were practically laying down.

“You definitely have a fever, but the Nyquil will help soon. Have you eaten today?”

“Yes” You weren’t a great liar on a good day, you certainly wouldn’t fool Spencer now. He just gave you a look like he couldn’t believe you were even going to try.

“I brought soup, let’s go to the dining room and I’ll heat it up for you. The little bit of walking will be good for your circulation if you’re feeling up to it.” You nodded and he held both of your hands to get you up as smoothly as possible. Then by the grace of go you put on a large jacket that covered you a little bit more, and helped Spencer feel a little less crazy, stupid, and creepy.

You ate together, in a companionable silence. Every once in a while you’d ask Spencer to tell you about something obscure and wonderful, and he would, with a passion that never ceased to make you smile. By the time you were done, the medicine started to make you a little loopy. Spencer coerced you back to your bed, picked up your cat to put him next to you. Which didn’t work even a little bit, as soon as he put him down he jumped back up to hide under the bed, but the thought was very sweet.

“Get some more rest, I’ll tell Hotch you need a few more days, and I’ll see you at work when you get back. Penelope said she’d make you her mothers vegetable soup recipe if it was the last thing she did, so expect that tomorrow.” You gave a delighted hum, Penelope didn’t like cooking, she didn’t really do so often, so this was huge for her. And the fact that it was for your benefit made you feel fussed over in a way you never thought possible. Loved, and yet somehow not suffocated. You snuggled back into your pillows, and let words slip you had said in your head a million times.

“This is why I love you Spencer, you’re so sweet to me” you had no idea you just shattered his heart and put it back together in a second. He dreamed of you saying those words to him, frequently. And the first time he actually hears them from your lips you’re half asleep and giving off enough heat to cook an egg. The fact you likely wouldn’t even hear him, let alone remember by the time you’re feeling better and the fog has lifted he allowed himself, just this once to be honest in this regard.

“I love you too.” Then he quietly left you to sleep peacefully, blowing out the candle on his way out, and secretly wishing you meant what you said. He didn’t believe in wishes, and in many religions that use candles as part of rituals or spells, blowing out the candle defeats the purpose, with the flame needing to burn to its fullest, or be gently snuffed out. But he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, stop himself from chanting his wish in his head as the flame went out, leaving only a puff of smoke behind.

His words echoed through your brain in sleep, to the point where you weren’t sure he’d actually said them by the next morning. You told yourself it didn’t even matter. If he did say them, it was platonic. He was just placating you while you weren’t feeling well. 2 days in bed, 24 hours fever-free, and a long talk with Penelope later (Over her fantastic vegetable soup) you decided to tell Spencer how you felt. At this point you’d rather be awkward coworkers who have a hard time speaking than whatever this is. This is painful, and leaves you crying because you can’t think of why you can’t get over this crush. If he liked you back, which you truly hoped he did, it would be like that small piece of what you wanted fell perfectly into place. And if he didn’t, which was a thought that terrified you, but you tried to brace for, you at least needed to know for certain.

First thing in the morning, you got there as early as possible, catching up on paperwork while waiting on Spencer to get there. You greeted a majority of your team before, trying not to let them see your nervous energy, playing off any odd behaviors as residual from your sickness. You couldn’t tell if it was working. (It was not working, but they weren’t going to say anything).

You asked Spencer to help you find a file for your paperwork and he thought he was in the clear. You either didn’t remember his little love confession, or were ignoring it for his benefit. Either way he was happy, he could continue to peacefully, painfully, pine for you without ever having to hear the finality of his inevitable rejection. He could imagine a world where he was yours, until the idea alone withered him to nothing. He could just follow you to the file room like a lost puppy dog.

Once the door was closed behind the two of you, you must’ve cleared your throat 3 times by now. You planned out what you were going to say, but everything felt off, too planned at best.

“So—um, sorry, I haven’t really done this before. I. I really like you, and not in like a friendly coworker way, in like a dating, relationship-y way. And I totally get it if you don’t feel the same way, we can totally just forget about it, but I just wanted to…tell you, I guess.”

It was like every nerve in his body blinked. Like his entire nervous system shutdown from happiness. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t respond, because he couldn’t speak. But you were looking at him, for any sign one way or the other, so he got an extremely rushed response out, slower than the stream of his thoughts, but still barely understandable.

“I like you too, in a romantic sense, I mean. I thought you knew, I can’t believe you actually— you actually like me, like that.” You held his hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek, pulling him down a little bit so his face was actually within the reach of your lips.

“How could I ever not?” He pulled you in for a hug, and if it was any tighter he probably would have popped your back. Until you whispered into his collar.

“We should probably go back, we are technically on the clock, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we have some pretty nosey coworkers.” He laughed as he pulled back from you. But the laugh subsided into a nervous smile.

“Will you go to dinner with me tonight? For our first date?” He still sounded scared that you’d run away, that it was all some cruel joke and you’d yell ‘sike’ as you left him behind in the small room. But you didn’t you smiled and nodded and he held your hand when you walked out.

But when he opened the door for you, Penelope, Derek, and Emily came tumbling out, nearly falling over in the process. Clearly having been leaning against the door trying to eavesdrop. Unsuccessfully apparently, since they don’t hear you coming. When you cocked an eyebrow at their actions Penelope just waved you off.

“So?how’d it go? New power couple? Can I alert the masses?” You just laughed, she still hasn’t noticed you holding hands.

“Seems like you already did.” Then you ignored everyone’s questions walking off to your desks, as Emily pointed out your interlocked hands to Penelope and she practically swooned on your behalf.

[skzstannie]

“And I’m Willow!”

SKZ-> Han Jisung x single mom! Reader

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers wc: ~2,100 cw: brief descriptions of the death of a parent, child goes missing (just for a second), 4 year olds can be menaces

summary: you’re outgoing 4 year old daughter turns out to be quite the wingman

A/N: Here’s the Han fic, as promised! Going to make this into a mini series, soooo Parts 2/3 will be out eventually. Give this post some love if you enjoyed it; likes/reblogs and feedback are much appreciated!

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"Momma, can we get these please?" your daughter whines, shoving a box of tissues in your face.

You snort, "Now why do you want tissues, Willow?"

"You're always crying over those stupid boys on T.V," she answers, distracted by the little bracelet she has tied around her wrist.

Your eyes widen in embarrassment, mumbling out an apology when the elderly couple next to you glances your way. You quickly make your way out of the aisle, praying your daughter will hold her comments 'til you get to an empty one.

Your daughter is the light of your life. She is always so happy and giggly, and she easily becomes the center of attention every time she walks in a room. You love the way she is so carefree, not caring about what anyone thinks of her. While she may only be four, this is certainly a characteristic you wish you had.

"Willow," you chuckle once you're tucked safely away in an empty aisle, "You can't just say things like that in front of other people."

"Why?"

"Because Mommy gets embarrassed easily."

"Why?"

"Because other people don't need to know about our business."

"Why?"

You stop replying, realizing how silly it looks to be arguing with your four year old daughter, and continue shopping.

You push the cart down the next aisle, Willow still sat comfortably in the seat at the front. Suddenly, you bring the cart to a screeching halt. Your eyes lock on the beautiful man stood in front of you, and it's like everything else around you disappears.

Willow lets out an adorable squeak, exaggeratedly lurching forward from the abrupt stopping of the cart. "What was that for, Mommy?" She pouts, her chubby arms crossing over her chest.

You've forgotten how to breathe, and her question goes in one ear and out the other.

Willow, as inpatient as ever, whips her head around, her eyes finding the man you've been ogling for an inappropriate amount of time.

"Mommy, why are you staring at that man?"

The question brings you back to reality, and your cheeks redden when the man in question looks over at you, a teasing smile on his face.

Completely embarrassed now, you whip the cart around, almost taking it on two wheels, and practically sprint to the next aisle.

"Willow," you hiss quietly, your adrenaline pumping at full speed, "Remember what I said? We don't talk about other people in public. It's rude." You run your fingers through her silky hair, making sure she's taking in and understanding your words.

"But whyyy?"

You huff and take a moment to gather yourself, mindlessly staring off at the seasonings stacked in front of you. It's pointless to answer, knowing exactly what she'll say back almost every time.

You're erratic heartbeat has calmed now, and you continue to go about your shopping, grabbing a bottle of ketchup off the shelf. You look down at your phone, crossing it off your list.

In a house with a toddler, you can never have enough ketchup.

You scroll through your list for a moment, but are quickly interrupted by a small tug at your sweatshirt sleeve.

"Mommy?" her small voice perks up, and you're almost too scared to ask.

"Yes, baby?" You're mind is full of random things she might say, and you mentally prepare for something wild to come out of her mouth.

"I have to use the bathroom," she whispers, apparently gaining an awareness of social cues that she lacked 30 seconds prior.

"Ok, I'll take you." You put your phone back in your pocket and make your way to the bathroom at the back of the store. You leave your cart outside the restroom and take Willow out of it. You lead her into the bigger stall by the hand, locking the door behind you guys. She does her business, and you help her to wash her hands.

Walking out of the bathroom, your brows furrow seeing your cart missing.

"What kind of an asshole takes someone's cart?" you whisper to yourself, your eyes scanning the aisles within sight.

You walk down each aisle, your eyes peering in everyone's carts.

Somewhere around the fifth aisle, your hand reaches down to find Willow's hand, but you're met with nothing but air. Your eyes dart down beside you, and you immediately panic when you're little mini-me is nowhere to be found.

"Oh my God," you whisper, eyes wide as saucers. You race up and down the aisles, searching for your daughter, manners slipping your mind as you bump into people left and right. The aisles are crowded, and you're daughter could be anywhere.

You get to the candy aisle, and you're finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. There your daughter stands, a bag of ripped open M&Ms in hand. Your eyes wander over to the person crouched down next to her, and your pulse quickens once again.

Of course, out of everyone in the whole store, this is who your daughter would go up to.

You stalk over to them, a pink tint once again gracing your cheekbones. As you get closer, your daughter's excited voice falls over your ears.

"And then she started crying when the other guy came back on the T.V," she explains animatedly to the handsome stranger.

"Willow," you say, your tone stern. "You cannot walk away from Mommy in stores." You grab her little hand in yours, pulling her towards you 'til she's in front of you. You crouch down, your eyes level with hers.

Her little expression drops, her bottom lip wobbling. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's ok, baby, you just can't wander off like that. Somebody could take you away from Mommy," you explain tenderly, using the sleeves of your sweatshirt to gently dry her cheeks.

"I just wanted some chocolate, and then I saw the pretty man you saw before, and I wanted to be his friend," she tells you innocently. Your attention is brought back to the bag of candy she dropped on the floor and the very handsome stranger picking each up each individual piece.

"Sir," you panic, "You don't have to do that," you quickly take the bag from his hands.

"No no Mommy, it's ok! He's our friend now!"

"Baby, please stop," your eyes remain on the messy floor, all too embarrassed to look at the man. You hurry to pick up all the M&Ms that spilled out of the bag, throwing them back into the package.

"I was just telling him how you thought he was pretty," your jaw drops in shock, "Oh! And how he looks just like the boys you watch on T.V."

The man chuckles, and you gain the courage to look up at him for the first time.

He's even more handsome from up close, if that's even possible, with dark brown hair parted perfectly, the cutest chubby cheeks you've ever seen on a man, and the brightest smile you could possibly imagine.

"I saw her standing here by herself and figured we’d wait here until you found her. She already had the candy before I saw her," he chuckles, bringing his hand to rub at the nape of his neck while his eyes dart between you and Willow.

"I-uh, thank you so much for watching her. We're working on her listening skills, they need a bit of sharpening." The chemistry you feel between the two of you is unfathomable as you ramble on, and your body warms as you feel his gaze on you. "I'm also so sorry for anything she might've told you. She's quite the people-person, and she wants everyone to know everything-" Your daughter cuts you off, an exasperated look covering her freckled face.

"I just thought it was important for him to know you thought he was pretty."

Your face heats up even more, and you bring your hands up to cover your cheeks. "She's trying to kill me."

The man laughs, a fond look taking over his features. "I'm Jisung, it's nice to meet you..." he offers you his hand, a proper greeting finally underway.

"Y/N," you meet his outstretched hand, giving him a firm handshake. He shakes back and delicately pulls you up to your feet with him.

"And I'm Willow!" she yells, jumping up and down, her big doe eyes focused on Jisung.

"Willow is a very beautiful name," he sticks his hand out towards her, and she clumsily takes it in hers, shaking it quickly up and down. "Now, Willow, do you think your mom thinks I'm pretty enough to give me her number?" His attention shifts back to you, and your heart races at the question.

"Huh? What number-" Now it's your turn to interrupt her. You pull her around to face you and gently guide her face into your sweatshirt, effectively cutting her sentence off.

"She just might," you reply, giving him a flirtatious smile.

After exchanging numbers, it's finally time to part ways. He sends you a subtle wink, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Bye Mr. Jisung!" Willow says as you practically drag her away.

"Willow, you have to promise me you will not run off like that ever again!" Now out of Jisung's earshot, you freely scold your daughter.

"But Mommy, Mr. Jisung was so nice!" She skips beside you, happiness exuding from every inch of her tiny body.

"I know he was, but you have to stay by Mommy at all times. Promise me you will not run off again," you stop walking, pulling her off to the side of one of the aisles. Your grip on her arm is loose enough to not hurt her, but tight enough to make her know you mean business. "Promise me, Willow."

"I promise, Mommy."

"Ok, good. Now to find that stupid cart."

~ ~ ~

For the remainder of the time you spent at the store, Willow talks your ear off about Jisung. Through the aisles, through the checkout, and even on the car ride home.

"And then, Momma, he told me my bracelet was beautiful. Can you believe it?!" Her words bounce with excitement. "Daddy would've loved Mr. Jisung."

Your heart aches at the mention of her dad. He passed away in an unfortunate car accident a year after she was born. While she may not remember her dad, you have made sure to tell her every single last detail about him.

"Jisung was very nice, wasn't he, baby?" you hum, stopping at a red light.

"Yes! I really like him." You gaze back at her through the rearview mirror. The love you have in your heart for your little girl is an indescribable amount, and you only wish one day she'll truly understand what she means to you.

It's a heavy role having to act as both parental roles, but here you are, making it work day in and day out.

It's hard, but you have to be kind to yourself, reminding yourself that she's happy, healthy, and everything that's good in the world.

"You're a wonderful mom," your husband had told you. You were sat in the rocking chair, feeding your baby girl a warm bottle, and he was sat across from you on the floor, his head resting on your knees.

It's been years now, though, and while he'll always be your first love, it's ok to look for love again, right?

~ ~ ~

"Willow, please stop climbing on the furniture like it's a jungle gym; you're going to get hurt," you tell her from the kitchen, stirring some noodles on the stove.

You hear her hum in agreeance, the T.V turning on seconds later to her favorite cartoon.

You ended up finding your cart earlier at the store. To your dismay, you simply walked out the opposite end of the bathroom, and your cart was only around the corner. You were quick to finish your shopping, wanting to avoid anymore embarrassing interactions.

Spaghetti was the dinner your daughter requested for the night, so you picked up all the ingredients at the store earlier. You have the noodles boiling on one burner, your homemade sauce going on the other, and a couple pieces of garlic bread toasting in the oven.

Your phone dings from the table, and you step away from the stove to tend to it. You scroll through your numerous Instagram messages, your friends all too obsessed with sending you countless reels.

Your cheeks flush at a specific notification hidden among the multitude of social media messages.

from Unknown

Hey Y/N, It's Jisung

I know this may be moving a little quick

But I can't stop thinking about you

Can I take you out this weekend?

Part 2/3 -> coming soon!

[dreaminglittlestar]

PAC: Love Story

Disclaimer!: This is a fictional story/reading! I picked out actual cards to kind of guide a story but this is not meant to be an actual reading or reflect your life. All of this is a FICTIONAL story for fun, like a mini-reader insert that has you in this kind of magical world.

This is just a fun little thing I've been wanting to try out for a while now, like a pick-your-adventure thing and again, is just meant to be for fun. Just think of it like a cute little surprise since this isn't meant to be tarot. But other than that, hope you guys enjoy this!

Ah, welcome traveler to my humble little magic shack. Would you like a fortune?

Choose which image you're drawn to, and your story will be revealed.

(Lovely images are from Unsplash and the links are in the image descriptions!)

Oh, a fellow mage I see. The 6 of Clubs immediately identifies you as someone with strong intuition with guidance from the forest and sky. Someone who is already in high spiritual power should seem to have no need for the guidance of some forest kook, so what brings you here? Let me see your palms if you will. Ah, yes, I see now. Soft yet hardened with lines, the burdens you carry deep within your tower. Perhaps, that is what brings you here. A relief from the great responsibilities that pile upon you due to your great sense of power.

Are you are a healer of some sort? Or is it ice that you wield? Stoic is your face, hardened by the tasks you are in charge of. Yet this ice mask of yours does little to hide your heart's desires. The 2 of Hearts comes out hidden, but underneath it lay your heart's want for love and companionship, a love truer than the gods gift upon you, instead of being stuck in the cold tower of yours making potions and spells for the good of the Kingdom. Worry not, this secret will be kept by the trees, yet they implore you to seek within.

Is this a forbidden love I see? Someone from the past, a familiar face you keep crossing paths with yet you never can seem to connect. Is this perhaps the knight from the bordering country, a rival to your owns with duty and loyalty separating the both of you from one another. Is this the person you love? Breathe, this information will not leave the safety of the canopy. While this love is not meant to be in the moment, I see a transition from the Jack of Clubs to the Queen of Hearts in the future.

By thinking outside of the box, and using that cleverness of yours you will embody all the love that you want to be, reuniting you with your heart with your mind and eventually you'll be reunited with your lover when time is right. I can not reveal more, but know that you will pursue the desires of your heart, the willow's weep of it's sincerity to come. Out of battle, when the thundering roars of war slows down and the field is empty of chaos, the night sky will sing to you to take your chance.

You appear like that of a frozen flower at the top of the mountain, someone who seems to stand strong in solitude, but under the frost lays the growing bloom, your heart desiring a true companion. And once the time is right, the exterior frost will disappear to reveal a worthy love. Worry not, those fears will dissipate, the 6 of heart repeats this tale.

Additional messages the willows' of the wasps sing to me, this knight you love is that of a "heart throb", royal and loyal, soft yet structured. You will truly be united within a couple of years, and the willows wisps for you to be patient, as he whispers to you "be patient my love, I'm almost there". Soon may not feel soon enough, but the magic can be felt and you will know. Take you chance and stand tall with your choice my dear mage.

For no brighter light than love could ever hope to stop this path.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I do hope that you enjoyed this little adventure with me! Feel free to visit again!)

Well isn't this a bit odd. A reclusive inventor paying a visit to my old humble shack? I'm honored, though it seems as your mind does not align with your heart, hence your hesitance to be here. Worry not, for the weeping willows weep no secret not meant to be revealed yet. Everything meant to happen will happen in due time.

So please take a seat, and do mind the fairies, they tend to love peeping in on any potential mischief to be had. However, I don't think you will as you seem to be kindred spirits of sorts. Ah, yes. Though hardened with time and diligence, the mischief is hidden within your eyes, still alive despite the years passing. Though along with the time came the nagging feeling of never doing enough.

A bit of a worry wart, are you? The 8 of Spades reveals that despite your outer appearance of being calm and in control, internally you overthink quite a bit. Your ambition for greater good is strong, yet it often leaves you too far from the ground. Stuck in your head with numbers and possible solutions, the greatest new inventions, but the forest advises you to think of what you already have achieved.

You are young and have yet more to grow, more than you know, though the 10 of Spades warns of your borderline workaholic tendencies creeping upon you if you overthink the future and fail to stay in the present. It's among this time between being swamped with mercenary orders and your drive for success through hard work where you will meet your future spouse.

Often stuck within the inner schematics of your next invention, you tend to fail to realize how much you already have. Perhaps the love you seek in already in your periphery, but you have yet to notice. Currently, everything blurs into together and perhaps that's also why you're here. This sense of time and dread builds up as you're constantly thinking of what to do next.

But breathe in the fresh rain after a storm, as when you do take notice of your surroundings, you will notice them, and that blurry storm will wash away. They are free-flowing, like water, and they leave you feeling light and refreshed, bringing a sense of living into your life. The Fool in Reverse and 3 of Clubs reiterates your stable footing in what is considered the real world, but you never venture far enough into the divine or present to see what's already there and the wind howls a warning; not to lose grasps what's important to you.

What do you truly seek? While you may find it a bit silly to take a break, everything may begin blurring together. Like water, let life flow and all will be revealed to you.

Additional messages that have trickled in through the sweet musings of the river tell me that you are to be patient as things happen in time, but it will be the most ordinary "magical encounter". There's even the musing of "Hey, where have you been my whole life?" with the "chilly" weather after the storm. Maybe this is love will feel like a first, but even against the current, stand strong with your values but also feel free to float along the river's path.

The river will flow where it needs to flow, as does life, with a little effort on your part, but also trust.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I hope you enjoyed this little interactive story and feel free to visit again!)

Oh my, you're quiet the adventurer aren't you? Ha ha. Harrowing through quest with that mighty sword upon your hips, you have drive and ambition. Yes, you seem quiet strong, your drive for knighthood seems compels you, is that what you wish for? I can see the fire in your eyes but your heart seems to be missing something. You seek financial compensation, perhaps?

I can see within the Ace of Diamonds that you wish to begin a new journey, an adventure or quest for financial gain within your adventurer life. Very fun I see. But to come here for a mere fortune, in this small little hut, with no near guilds or institutions that could offer you any real thrilling question begs what you wish for.

You are no longer a struggling adventurer traveling through the naked wood banks, but neither are you financially abundant. Hence, within your future, I see you taking the burden of an instrumental quest given by a powerful mage. Although you will begin the journey alone, along the way, you will meet companions and friends who will help lessen the burden placed upon you. Within that group, you will find your soulmate.

The 5 of Diamonds suggest that you will be prosperous in this journey, and you will find all that you seek for in addition to the finical gain you want. However, this is a life altering path, one where you will come to question your being, and life, as you know it. Not only is your path altered by the riches and fame of knighthood given to you, but by the companions you will meet in your life, that only enriches your adventurer mind.

The journey will not be easy and will challenge everything you had known of your previous life. But as a reward to ease your growing nerves, the willows tell me that your love is very handsome in deed. Gazes will be shared and maybe you have a trickle of fancy at first sight, but instead you busy yourself with gathering your companions.

No need for alarm, you must be patient, this does not happen in a day. And it may be possible that even after meeting, it would take a few years till you two officially begin your relationship. Dancing to the fire at nights, singing to the stars as other cajole you two to rest, and laughter will be abundant as well as comfortable silence. It's within these moments that your bond will grow and you will know.

The forest wishes to end it's wisdom, so I shall no longer speak.

Are you willing to take this jump? The rest is up to you, young adventure. May the world bless you with love and take care.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I hope you enjoyed this and feel free to visit again!)

Notes: So this was originally going to be posted in August but I kept delaying it but wanted to get it posted before October so here it is! I had lot of fun doing this but I'm not entirely satisfied with it as now. I may come back to do this again, but for now, hope you guys enjoyed this little interactive story!

Like said, this isn't an actual reading and shouldn't be taken seriously. This is just a fun little fictional story idea I've been dying to do for a while now so here it is!

[hellfire-state-of-mind]

27 seconds

pairing: Marcus Pike x reader

rating: just angst, hope you brought tissues

word count: 749

summary: Marcus never expected his world to fall apart with one phone call.

warnings: mention of drinking, kissing, nothing above PG though. reader has no physical descriptions other than wears a robe and some of Marcus's clothes. please lmk if i missed anything!!

a/n: my first submission for @beskarandblasters's Taylor Swift drabble challenge! i'm 100% a swiftie so i grabbed this with both hands and went running. this is based on the song Last Kiss sooooooo yeah it hurts 😅 oops. i do plan to write a second one so keep your eyes peeled for that if that's something your interested in?? this is only my second even piece for one of Pedro's characters and i have a particular soft spot for our Agent Pike so i hope y'all like it 🫣

Standing at the terminal, waiting for you to appear from the sliding glass doors, he checks his watch, then your flight information. It landed almost an hour ago, so where are you?

Just as the thought crosses his mind, his phone buzzes in his pocket, your name and picture lighting up his screen. He quickly answers.

“Hey, baby. I’m waiting outside your terminal, is everyth-”

“I never got on.”

---

He knew asking you to move to D.C. with him on such short notice was a stretch. You had your own life in L.A., how could he seriously expect you to just drop everything?

But you did. In a heartbeat.

Packing up your shared apartment was a blur. It mirrored the day you moved in: sitting on the bare kitchen floor surrounded by cardboard boxes, you wearing his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, the waistband rolled so they sit higher on your thighs. You kept them when he flew out early to get your new place ready. Dropping him off at the airport, you held each other impossibly tight before sharing one last kiss and whispered “I love yous” against each other’s lips.

---

“Wait- baby, is everything okay? Did something happen?” Marcus tries to swallow his panic, fearing something had gone wrong with the airline or God forbid you’d been hurt.

“No. I just- I can’t. I’m so sorry, Marcus.”

“What d- what do you mean ‘can’t’? B-”

“It’s complicated. Just…I’m sorry.” His phone beeps as the call disconnects.

He stares blankly at the screen, 1:58 shining through the dark, taunting him.

What else can he do but just go home?

Marcus grabs a beer from the bare fridge and sinks to the floor, kicking off his shoes in the process. He stares out into the room. The space feels foreign now, hard and echoey. It’s mostly empty since you’d agreed to wait and do the bulk of the furniture shopping together. You’d loved the open floorplan, teasing him about having plenty of room for your impromptu dances. What should have been filled with warmth and laughter now just feels hollow.

He picks up his phone again, desperate to call you back and plead for answers. But you’d already given him one. You weren’t ready. When he asked you to go with him, he’d promised to honor whatever you felt. He just never planned on you changing your mind like this.

---

He throws himself into his work again. Some days, he’s okay. Others, he’ll come home enthusiastic after a big breakthrough and excited to tell you all about it until you cut him off with a kiss. He calls out to you, but your name dies on his lips.

Those nights, he’ll lie awake and scroll through your social media, careful not to accidentally like any of your photos. Dinners and drinks with friends. Fourth of July fireworks at the Santa Monica pier. But one picture stings worse than the others: a candid of you walking in the rain, your hands in your coat pockets, and a reflection in the window revealing a man behind the camera.

Marcus knows he shouldn’t have hoped that you just needed more time. That you’d wait for him until you were ready and then you’d come. He shakes the thought away before closing the app and turning off his phone, but he can’t fall asleep. His bed is too big, too cold. His own breathing in his ears is too loud, his heartbeat too heavy. He forces his eyes closed anyway, but they pop right back open. He snatches his phone off the bedside table and resumes his previous position, steeling himself for another restless night.

---

You’ve just stepped out of the shower when you hear your phone chime. Securing your robe, you perch on the edge of your bed and open the text.

I can’t forget you

Marcus’s name and contact picture at the top of the thread blurs as you blink back unannounced tears. You haven’t cried over this man in months, why now? Composing yourself, you look back down at the screen. You read those 4 little words over and over again, words stuck on the tip of your own tongue for so long but you forced yourself to never say. You finally notice the Read tag under the message, betraying your silence. He knows you’ve seen it.

Taking a deep breath, you type your response.

[cacoetheswriting]

pearl: may / june 1984

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.7k summary: eddie comes to terms with his feelings, pushing you away in the process.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, oblivious idiots in love, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities, mentions of recreational drug use, physical violence / blood / description of injuries (eddie gets into a fight) - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely, if at all, in the story.

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“Are you decent? I’ve got something very important to discuss with you,” you call through Eddie’s bedroom door, hoping he can sense the urgency in your voice, then wait patiently for him to let you in. 

There’s shuffling inside, slight thuds and clattering of random objects, followed by Eddie cursing. A smirk escapes your lips as you picture him, hair wild, scrambling through his mess of a bedroom. When he eventually opens the door, he leans against the frame quite breathless.

“Hey, princess.”

“What the hell were you doing in here?” You ask with a raised brow and squeeze past him, ignoring the nickname he swore he’d never use again.

The metalhead nervously clears his throat, running a hand through his already messy curls. He closes the door slowly as your eyes dart across the space, landing on a stack of what you can only deduct to be pornographic magazines hastily hidden under his Hellfire t-shirt. Oh, you swallow your breath.

Hovering over the edge of his bed, not really wanting to sit as the realisation for his awkward behaviour dawns on you, you glance in your best friend's direction. It’s not like you’ve never talked about sex and stuff together, Eddie was your best friend after all and no topic was off the table. But the thought of you interrupting him mid… act, was frankly a little unsettling. Especially since lately, your stupid mind has been running wild when it came to Eddie. It felt a little pervy. And now you are doing your best to stop the not-so-speculatory image of what he was doing here just seconds ago from formulating in your brain.

The boy turns on his heel, facing you, and plasters a smile on his face, also trying to act as nonchalant as possible. 

“So, what brings you to my humble abode?” Eddie wonders, “What did you want to discuss with me?”

“Graduation,” you say simply, because a) there’s no point in beating around the bush any longer, and b) it seems much easier than having an awkward conversation around Eddie masturbating before you interfered.

Your best friend sighs and walks towards his desk, slumping down in the chair with a dramatic huff. There is a rather unsettling moment of silence during which Eddie reaches for a box with his stash and begins to roll a joint as you observe him closely.

“The actual thing is next Saturday afternoon, which you already know,” you eventually continue, fidgeting with the edge of your skirt, “And my parents want you and Wayne to come to dinner after. We’re just doing it at the house, it’s not going to be anything big so no need to fret.”

He stays silent, focused on what he’s doing.

You exhale softly.

“Then our summer of fun begins. You remember that silly bucket list we made when we first got high together? I’m thinking it could be fun to cross some things off of it before… you know…”

“Before you leave,” he finishes your sentence while looking up at you, a sad expression circling his features.

“Right,” you concur, “And that’s actually why I’m here.”

“Yeah?” Eddie’s tense. He’s trying his best to hide it, but you can tell he’s on edge. Probably trying to anticipate what the next words to come out of your mouth will be. 

“Yeah. I wanted to ask if you’d be up for helping me move. We can have a little road trip, doesn’t that sound like fun?” The sound of your voice is hopeful. His response isn’t quite what you had expected though.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, princess.”

“Why?” You probe, stringing your brows together.

Eddie exhales.

He usually doesn’t think before he speaks, but this time it seems important that he does. He’s sure he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings with the way he phrases his explanation ‘cause that would be even worse than saying no to you.

And while he’s thinking, you’re borderline bouncing in your spot with anticipation.

“Because saying goodbye to you is going to be hard enough,” Eddie finally admits, “I don’t think I can handle leaving you in the place you’re going to call home for the next four years and then drive back to Hawkins all by myself.” 

Your face falls. He’s quick to notice your reaction because he drops the half-finished joint and pushes the chair in your direction. He stands and rests his hands on your shoulders, but dips his head slightly so that the two of you would be at the same eye level.

“Look, I know it’s selfish of me—”

“No, no,” you interrupt, hands reaching for where he’s holding you, “I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

You're disappointed. He’s upset. Totally not how you saw this conversation going. 

The last couple of weeks have been hard enough as the two of you navigated around the topic of your impending departure and you were foolish enough to think him being the one to see you last, help you get settled and maybe even stay with you a couple of days, would be a good idea. A way of making things a little more normal.

Eddie gently grabs your chin, essentially forcing you to meet his pretty perfect chocolate gaze. And you're desperately trying not to show how much all of this is affecting you. Honestly, you're just trying not to cry, hating the effect his doe-eyes have on you, but the metalhead makes it just that little bit tougher when he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours and sighing softly.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, his breath hitting against your skin, “You deserve better.”

You shake your head against him and brush some of the loose brown curls behind his ear before placing the palm of your hand against his cheek. Eddie leans into your touch instinctively, feeling better if only for a split-second. He continues to stare at you, waiting for you to say whatever it is that got you to shake your head, but you stay silent. 

For the longest time, you simply look at him like you want to say something, anything to make both of you feel better, but you can’t seem to find the right words. He’s none the wiser either. The only thing that springs to mind is a sentence that is bound to make the situation worse: “Don’t leave me, princess.”.

And then you know. A timid smile circling your lips as you pull away slightly, reaching for his hands ‘cause that’s exactly how friends behave, right?

“Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,” your voice is a mere whisper and for a split-second, you're not even sure Eddie hears you.

Then he huffs out a laugh. He knows exactly what you're quoting.

“Are you trying to say I’m your Bobby McGee?”

“Perhaps.”

The metalhead chuckles. His arm makes way around your neck and he pulls you into a warm embrace. You instantly bury your face in his dark locks, inhaling the smell of his cheap shampoo. And for a moment, all is good in the world. Until Eddie does something unexpected. He places a quick yet tender kiss onto your shoulder and the feeling of his lips on your skin sends a shiver down your spine. 

Unexpectedly, a large part of you is hoping he’d do that again, perhaps do something more, but you bite the inside of your cheek, forcing the thoughts to dissipate ‘cause this wasn’t the time or place to explore the sudden tingle you felt as his lips brushed against your skin.

Although, as always, Eddie makes things difficult.

“You know the lyrics insinuate the protagonists of the song were lovers,” he teases while pulling away from your hug. He reaches for the joint he was working on moments before and continues, “Do you think of me as your lover, princess? Can’t say I wasn’t expecting this turn of events and I also can't say I’m not flattered.”

You roll your eyes, giggling. 

“The nudie magazines aren’t doin’ it for you anymore, hot shot?”

His gaze follows yours to the stack you noticed earlier and his face flushes red as you continue to laugh light-heartedly.

“Well, nothing beats human contact, princess.” Eddie tries to brush off your comment while also taking control of the conversation and extends his arm into your field of vision. “Lick this for me, why don’t ya.”

You oblige him although hesitantly. Partially because you're a little intimidated by the way he’s looking at you now, an inkling in his eyes that you haven’t seen before — the pretty brown now darker around the edges. However, mainly because recently there’s something about him asking to lick down the paper of a joint you're going to share together that makes your stomach flutter and you’re certain that’s not a good sign.

And every time you do this, you can feel Eddie watching your every move. Watching as your tongue slides along the thin card, fingers brushing against his and zapping him with such intensity he swears he could survive being electrocuted, (if that ever happened). Totally platonic behaviour.

But it’s not though. He knows that, even if unfortunately you’re currently none the wiser. And Eddie feels wrong for manipulating situations, making them end up in his favour. He just can’t help himself because at the end of the day, it’s easier than admitting how his feelings towards you have changed over the last number of weeks.

He once again thinks you deserve better, though this time, already knowing the outcome, he doesn’t say the words out loud. Instead, as you pull back and sit on the edge of his bed, eyes never leaving him for a second, he offers you a smile.

“I hope you know I’ll always be your Bobby,” Eddie says while delicately rolling over the thin paper, “Even if you make other friends in college and forget all about me, I’ll always be your Bobby.”

He means it. You can tell.

“I could never forget about you, Eds.”

You mean it. He can tell.

-

Unfortunately, at some point in time between that one afternoon in May and the graduation which he only got to attend as a guest, Eddie started to spiral. Even worse, he began to neglect his friendship with you, mere days after promising he was always going to be there for you.

And at some point in time between him rejecting your road trip offer and the graduation dinner he dipped from early, without saying goodbye, you stopped trying to figure out why. 

Not like Eddie could blame you. He was acting pretty lousy for someone that was supposed to be your best friend. Which, if he was being honest with himself, that was precisely the issue. Between the end of May and beginning of June, Eddie realised he perhaps didn’t want to be that anymore. Perhaps, he wanted more. He just knew he couldn’t have more. For one, saying anything to you now would be seriously bad timing and also have potentially terrible consequences. So instead, he distanced himself like a jackass. 

Days without contact. The longest of his life. And Eddie thought the pattern of avoidance would continue for the remainder of the summer. That was until he overheard some lousy jock talking about a date he went on with the girl of his dreams, jealousy ignited itself inside him and he couldn’t just stand on the sidelines anymore.

Normally, Eddie wasn’t one for physical confrontation with Hawkins’ most popular, but the dude was being all sorts of crude and misogynistic. Talking about how dope you looked in the mini skirt you apparently wore, and how he really just wanted to take you down to Lovers Lake and— Well, the rest doesn’t really matter. The guy didn’t get to utter the words anyway because Eddie's fist collided with his face in a flash. 

3 against 1. An unfair fight, if you asked for the metalhead’s opinion.

There was swelling above Eddie's right eye and his nose was most likely broken. Clothes ripped and torn in various places, knuckles bruised. His side hurt, as did his abdomen. Blood was slowly dripping down his face. In short, he was a gory mess.

“Hey,” Eddie manages to mumble as you open your front door. 

A gasp escapes your lips, undoubtedly at the sight before you, but also ‘cause the metalhead stumbles forwards, falling into your arms and you barely manage to support his body weight.

One arm made its way around the curly-haired teen and he winced in pain. You guide him to the couch and help him sit before disappearing without a single word. While you're gone, Eddie slowly takes off his vest and jacket, throwing them to the side while doing his best to contain the groans that formed at the back of his throat.

Within a few minutes, you're back by his side with a first aid kit. You remain silent, avoiding his wandering gaze. Instead, with a rather shaky hand, you proceed to wipe his face and Eddie's eyeing you from under his locks, heart hammering inside his chest since this is the first time you have seen each other in over a week and it’s clearly not under the best of circumstances.

The bleeding had slowed to barely a trickle. You disregard the cloth and finally meet his gaze.

“What the hell happened, Eddie?”

He sighs but can’t seem to come up with a coherent answer. When after a moment he doesn't say anything, you grab the distilled water. 

“This is going to sting,” you warn and begin to gently dab around his eye. Eddie could feel the swelling had only gotten worse and judging by the concerned look on your face, he knew it was an inevitable black eye. Not to mention his nose and the other parts of his body that throbbed in pain.

“I should probably take you to the hospital.”

Chewing down on your bottom lip, you lightly brush the loose strands of his hair away from his face, the pieces which aren't stuck to his skin due to the blood anyway. Eddie doesn't really think, just grabs your hands and kisses your fingers.

“I’m sorry, princess.”

“Don’t be sorry. Tell me what happened.”

“I’m not proud of it.” 

You exhale, freeing yourself from his grasp, and Eddie's frozen in place, instantly missing the feeling of your soft skin against his lips. He swears they’re on fire, not from being battered and bruised, but from the delicate sensation that were the kisses he just placed along your joints.

“Did I do something wrong?”

That’s when he’s forced to discard his current thoughts, eyes jolting from the ground to meet yours once again. You stand, flattening your top before nervously crossing and uncrossing your arms, waiting for him to answer and hoping he wasn’t going to break your heart — which was already aching from his lack of contact over the last week.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve just been so distant, not acting like yourself, and the only rational explanation is that I did something to upset you.”

Eddie's on his feet in a flash. He rests the palms of his hands on your shoulders and dip his head, forcing you to continue holding his gaze.

“This is all on me, princess. I’ve just had a lot on my mind and I don’t really know how to talk to you about it so I—. Look, those assholes today were asking for it. That’s all.”

He half expects you to say something along the lines of: “But we talk about everything.”. You don't and he's grateful, not ready to tell you how he’s been feeling about you. Instead, you reach out to hold his face then force a weak smile.

“Blood looks good on you,” you tease to lighten the mood and Eddie's heart does a somersault. “Just do me a favour and don’t get into any more fights this summer, okay? I don’t want to spend my last few weeks with you constantly visiting the E.R.”

He chuckles. “Promise, princess.”

“Good,” you say and drop your hold on him. “Now let me grab your jacket and let’s go to the hospital. I definitely think your nose is broken and judging by the way you winced earlier, we should also ask the doctors to check if your ribs are intact.”

“At least we can listen to Pearl in the car.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you sigh, rolling your eyes at him, though unable to conceal a smile.

Eddie’s grinning now. “But you love me.”

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& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in a part two / this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella

[coy-lee]

GLITCH HAS A FIC! MY OFFICIAL ECLIPSE HAS A FIC!

After all this time, I can now give y'all a taste of what my crazy glitch Eclipse is like!

BIG BIG THANKYOU to @afloofwithmultipleinterests and @laughterfixs for writing this big boy with me. I hope you guys enjoy getting to meet him. I know Sun and Moon sure did.

Description: In the boys' loft, there is an arcade machine with a glitch. a sentient glitch. They find a way to visit him, and Sun finds himself at the mercy of someone much more powerful than he could have imagined. Luckily for him, and Moon, this guy just likes to have good old fashioned fun.

Life's All A Game

There had been talk between the two daycare attendants, talk of the box in their little nook. Hidden in their room was an arcade cabinet: Balloon World. There was something special about this box though. The game was tainted by a nasty glitch. Well, not nasty so much as strong, persistent... alive.

Eclipse was the name often given to him by players, a very fitting name as he was a disturbing mix of the Sun and Moon sprites. He liked the name. What he didn't like was the fact that, apart from people playing his game, he was always alone, and even then, not many people chose to play his game anymore. He was moved around the Pizza Plex quite a bit, so the only players for a while were staff members. That was until he was transferred to the DA's quarters. Did they play with him often? No. But they still kept him company. In fact, that talk between Sun and Moon? They were discussing a way to actually visit Eclipse. A few connectors and perhaps one of them could jack into the game and BAM! A FRIEND! Eclipse crossed his fingers and hopped around with excitement as he eavesdropped on the two.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Of course! I hate the thought of leaving him all alone in there, and if this works, then we can visit whenever we want!"

"sigh... Alright... There's no talking you out of it anyway, is there?"

"Nope!" Eclipse could hear the smile in Sun's voice. The little guy was both literally and figuratively a ray of sunshine. He was glad Sun was the one to try first. Kid had some pep in his step that Eclipse could use in his glitch life. Plus there was a little something on his mind that, so long as the plan worked, he would just have to try out.

"Here. Have a seat and I'll get you plugged in..."

"Okie dokie!" 

"Hmmm, alright... This gooooes... here..."

"OOOooo...hehehe, that feels funny..."

"I'd imagine hehehe... Aaaaaand this goes riiiiight

 -click- here."

"This is exciting!"

"Okay. Now we just have to use this little doodad to transfer your data and then you two can have a field day..." It seemed Moon was holding a device used to add and repair programming for the machine. Hopefully this works... 

"Ready?" 

"Ready! "

click

Sun felt a weird tingly energy and pull... In a flash he was no longer looking at the box but rather looking at darkness... Darkness?... Where was Eclipse? He was here somewhe-

"Hello!"

"AAAAAAA!" Sun jumped as he heard the playful call of the one he came to visit. Speaking of which, Eclipse was tall... And a lot more intimidating than he was when Sun was outside of the box... 

"Oh! Ehehe... You... Y-you scared me ehehe... "

"Whoopsies! Sorry about that... " he grinned a wide, toothy grin. A chill ran down Sun's endo at the sight of the smile... Moon had a familiar one that often spelled trouble.

"Oh, no worries. I didn't really know what to expect... But it looks like it worked! And where are my manners!? I'M-"

"Sun! Yes, it's wonderful to finally meet you!" Eclipse interrupted, holding out his hand. 

"You... You know my-"

"I know a lot about you and Moon. My game is always on, and so am I. I hear many things. " The grin on his face never wavered and neither did his offered hand. Sun finally took it and gave it a friendly shake. 

"Well, I'm happy to finally meet you! " Sun gave his own winning smile in return…

There was a giggle from the glitch. One that possibly spelled trouble. Sun hoped he was just being playful and totally didn’t have anything planned or anything! 

“Oh oh and I’m soooooo happy to have the company! It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to play with! You’re the first one in ages!!”

Ages? Gosh he must’ve been lonely…

Well... they were here now! Sun was officially inside the box while Moon monitored things from outside it. Wait- play!? OH HE COULDN'T WAIT!

"OOOoooh!! You like to play!? Ooh! OOOH! What kind of game are you thinking of? A videogame!? A game of tag!? A-a- OOOO  I'm so excited!" Sun beamed, his rays twirling similarly inside of the videogame universe as they would outside, while he bounced in place. Eclipse copied his bouncy nature. 

"OOOOooooh! Oh yes, oh yes, oh YESSSSsss all the fun we'll have! So much to show, so much to see! All the games I like to play are my favorite! Except for the one that's my... most favorite!"

"MOST favorite!? Tell me! TELL ME! What is it!?" Sun exclaimed, still bouncing on his toes. The energy of the glitch changed dramatically, his body stilling and his expression morphing with an intimidating grin.

"One I've seen you and Moon play MANY, many times," he purred. Sun was taken aback by the sudden change in voice and demeanor but was hit with a second bout of whiplash when Eclipse spoke again.

"Well, technically I've only played it with myself, but I've heard that playing it with someone else is so much more fun!" Eclipse explained cheerily. The digital bot bent down to level his face with Sun's, his hat bobbing from the sudden movement.

"Ah! I see- wait.... YOU CAN SEE US FROM IN HERE!?" Sun shrieked with realization. 

"AND hear you! Oh! In fact..." Eclipse cut himself off, and with a snap of his fingers a wall appeared showing a very startled Moon. 

"WHOA! What the... Hey! Wow you really are in there, huh..." Moon rambled. The screen before him had rapidly changed from the starting screen of the game to an odd room with Sun and Eclipse standing in the middle of it. 

"Hellooooo!" Eclipse sang, waving to the nap time animatronic. "Didn't wanna leave you out of all the fun!"

“Um…thanks?” Moon responded, unsure how else to really react to the situation. At least Sun seemed safe…that was the important thing. 

“What…fun?” 

“Yea! What game are we playing?!” 

Eclipse grinned down at the bot, seeing just how much fun he was going to have with the little ball of energy already. 

“Awww you mean you haven’t figured it out yet?!” Eclipse snickered, wiggling his fingers. “I’ll give you ooooone more hiiiiiint. What game are you always playing Sunny?”

Sun chuckled nervously, backing away from Eclipse all the while shaking like a leaf. 

Oh he knew immediately what game that was.

"Wh-w- M-ME!? I couldn't possibly tell you what that could be... hahah..." Sun stuttered out. 

How did he know!? The same way diVo had?? Gosh- how many people overheard their antics!???

Suddenly, A spotlight focused on Eclipse out of nowhere, a microphone appearing in his hand. The area darkened, Sun merely appearing within the light cast off of it. 

"WWWWEEEEEEELLL FOLKS?! Can you tell Sun what time it is!?"

The spotlight fades into new scenery, a bright Gameshow- like area with Eclipse clones as the audience, and other three contestants. In the blink of an eye, the glitch's outfit changed to a sparkly, red sequined suit. 

"It's TIME FOR-"

"NAME, THAT, GAME!" The crowd of Eclipses shouted, as the contestant Eclipses waved to the crowd. 

"Thaaaats right!"

"W-wwhaaaaat?" Sun was genuinely confused... yet intrigued by the abilities Eclipse seemed to have. 

"Whoa..." Moon said in awe, watching the scene before him. This guy was nuts. But he also seemed like the fun type of crazy. Ooohohoho, Moon knew what game this was too. He knew Sun was bluffing, knowing the name of the game as well. This was getting interesting.

“You know the rules and so do I!” The glitch snickered into his microphone. “You name that game and the winner reaps the reward! Are you ready?!” 

The eclipse clones whistled, cheered and applauded. 

“THEEEEEEEN LETS NAME THAT GAAAAAAAME!!”

Sun was teleported to one of the game stands in the row of Eclipses, a buzzer shaped in the form of Eclipse's hat below him. 

Oh boy-

"Noooooooow fooooor our newest contestant here, we'll start out eaaaaasy peasy:" 

Behind the game show host Eclipse, multiple giant cards popped into existence, floating in the air creating a wall of cards. The backs were facing Sun, so he couldn't see what they said. 

"You pick a caaard, any card! The card you choose will have a hint as to what the game is! You only get threeee draws! Every Time you have to draw a hint card," Eclipse comically gestures over to an empty table similar to the constant one he and the duplicates were at, except there were three Xs lining the bottom.

 "A me will appear, and give another hint to the name of the game. Three strikes and you're out! The last eclipse will have to tell you."

Sun, very confused, nodded his head at the rules to this... pre-game that was legitimately fun. Pre-game!? Do those even exist!?

Apparently they do here…

"Now, as our lovely guest~ YOU will be the one in control of picking the cards. So! What'll it be?" 

"A-alright... Um... I'll piiiiiiiick... The one in the top left corner..." Sun responded cautiously. He'd never played a game like this before. And regarding the answer to the initial question, he did know, or was at least pretty sure he did. But if there was a chance he guessed wrong and accidentally gave Eclipse any ideas, then he'd rather just go along with the game show for now... Just to make sure. At the back of his mind though, he hoped it was the game he suspected it was.

"Nice choice, niiiiice choice my good clown!" The red jester code complimented cheerfully, pointing the microphone up to the selected hint card. The card flipped over, revealing a picture of a feather. Sun froze in place, nervous at the image. 

He didn't know this was a VISUAL guessing game, He expected TEXT!

"Feathers are commonly used for this game. Hummmmm I wonder, oh I wonder..." The menace smirked. "Can anyone guess the game?"

The other eclipses pretended to think as hard as they could, one deep in thought, one contemplating briefly, and one glaring at the board in intense, head breaking mind waves, however coming up with zip, zilch, NUFFIN.

"Hmmm.... no one?" The glitch acted almost disappointed.

A glitch clone appeared over at the strike area, smirking over at Sun, wiggling his fingers at him threateningly. The solar animatronic jumped, giggling slightly as he hugged himself.

Oh... oh this was going to either be too long, or too short of a game

Moon snickered. This was actually really funny to watch. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to take very long at all. 

“Thaaaaaat's one strike, dear Sunny! Hehe! Let’s hope your luck gets better! Care to choose another?”

Sun gulped feeling the giddiness in his tummy bubble. 

“Uhm….I-I guess….that one?” He pointed to the middle diagonal from his previous choice.

"Aaaah interesting. Interesting! Let's see what we have here~" Eclipse teased before dramatically pointing to said card. It flipped over, revealing an open-mouthed smile with "HA HA HA" around it.

'Oh no oh no oh no' Sun's mind raced.

"Oooo hint número dos! Laughter is a main component and the ultimate goal of this game," the glitch announced, looking on toward the contestants. The three lookalikes were all scratching their heads while Sun stood there fiddling idly with his finger. He knew this game alright. But should he answer??? Or see what happens when times up???

Moon giggled at Sun's obvious aversion. So, Sun was going to take his chances, aye? Curious to what would happen if no one guessed, he bet. Honestly, Moon was too. This 'Eclipse' guy was a riot. Plus letting this play out would help introduce them to his personality more.

"Aaaaaanybody? Anyone? Anyone?"

Sun was clammed up and just shook his head.

"No one at all?" Crossing his arms with an exaggerated harrumph. Eclipse turned the microphone into a wand, and a giant silver crown appeared on his head briefly. 

"Maybe this Eclipse can spell it out for you, dear!" He spoke as if he were Glinda the good witch, bippity boppity boo-ing the second Eclipse next to the first one. 

The newest Eclipse opened an unspecified bag of chips, opening them to begin to snack... that is, until he pulled out the first chip. 

They were off brand bugles.

Putting the chex-like chips on his fingers he began to play with the chips, tapping his fake nails on the table. The other Eclipse noticed, soon asking for some of his own-

OH NO! 

NOW CLAWS WERE WIGGLING IN SUN'S DIRECTION-

The Eclipse didn't want to eat them, oh no, he wanted to TEASE him with them! 

Sun jolted back a bit, trying to cover his tickle spots, a blush painting itself across his cheeks. Moon watched in awe, taking notes possibly.. Sun could NOT take this man's creative genius-... perhaps Moon should take an example? 

"Is something wrong, player number 4?" 

The judge eclipse smirked, now back in the previous game show attire. 

"N-no, everythings fine. I'm just- very confused!"

Moon snorted on the outside of the arcade machine. One of two things would happen. Either Sunny won the game, or Eclipse did... This felt VERY familiar but Moon couldn't seem to put his finger on it... hmmm...

Eclipse batted a hand lightly at the statement.

"I see... are you suuuuure you can't guess it?" Eclipse suddenly materialized in front of Sun, leaning closer and closer into his face with every emphasis. "Are you absolutely positiviley EXCRUCIATINGLY sure??!" 

Sun tilted his head further and further back every time the glitch got closer, stopping a little past his shoulders. 

"...yyyyyyeessssss?" 

Eclipse disappeared, reappearing back in his original position, purple dust falling at his feet. 

"Yes, yes, yess... I do apologize for my eccentricity," He playfully said in dramatics before speeding through his sentence like an auctioneer. "Being cooped up in here, alone watching from the outside in can really do a number on a glitch- ANYHOO!"

Eclipse outlined the bottom of the giant screen with the microphone. "Your laaaaast card! If you can't guess the game after this card, you lose... and that will determine what happens in the game in question"

"Uhhhh..." Sunny was practically radiating giddy anxiousness. What card? What card- WHAT CARD!?

"UHHHHHHHH- th-thaaaat one?" Sun pointed at the card directly in the center of the board. ... surely it couldn't be as teasy as the rest of them, right? 

Right??? 

The card flipped over at eclipse's command... revealing a picture of Sun with an arm arched over his forehead, like a stereotypical damsel in distress. The bottom of the card contained a sentence with a blank. 

'Oh no, don't _____ me!'

It said, ... 

Oh STARS.

Why was that an image on the cards?! HE WAS BEING CALLED OUT!!

He gulped and shrunk back shyly. Eclipse looked among his contestants with a wide grin. 

“My my, still no answer? Seems I’ve stumped everyone!” He looked to Sun with that same devious grin. 

“What say you Sunny?”

“Uh-um…I…”

Moon unconsciously drew his face closer and closer to the screen. 'Ohohoh Sunny What are You gonna say?'

All of the Eclipses had their eyes trained on the solar bot. All eyes were officially on him.

"I...I-I...p-pass?" Sun squeaked out, shutting his eyes tightly.

A comical 'WAMP-WOMP' sound effect played as the host's faceplate turned into a giant red 'X' for as long as it lasted. 

"I'm teeeeerribly sorry there friend, but it appears you're out of turns!" 

Eclipse flashed Sun a sinister smile, soon facing towards the game screen. 

"WEEEEELL there ya HAVE it Moon! That's game!"

Moon lightly gasped, backing away a bit. Eclipse could hear him right now-right now!?

"You... can hear me?"

"Of couuuurse I can, clear as day, and Sun can too. At least he will after losing!" 

He leaned a bit further towards the screen, closing his voice range off with the back of his hand. 

"Or is it winning since there's a prize for him in the end?" he whispered. 

Before Moon could respond, the 'camera' flashed to the last X-Eclipse as he made his way to the strike podium, who soon decided to- split his arms off into...

I-into..

Two pairs.

The crowd of eclipses disappeared, leaving only Eclipse, and the strike-Eclipses in a VASTLY different area with Sun by their side... at least for the time being.

Sun gulped. Was…was what he thought was gonna happen actually going to happen?! What was it with everyone trying to tickle him?! ….not that he minded…at least it was fun. BUT STILL!

“I uh…hehe…that’s a lot of arms you got there friend…”

"Yes. Yes. Do you like them? I can add more" the glitch teased stepping closer and closer to the smaller bot. Sun giggled nervously, slowly backing away. "Where are you going?"

"N-nowhere! J-just... You're makin' me a little nervous is all ehehe..." Sun stuttered out. In a flash, the original Eclipse disappeared and Sun immediately backed into something.

"Howdy, there!" Eclipse greeted once again, smiling widely down at the startled bot and giving him a loose hug. Sun broke the hug, spinning around but finding that the other Eclipses had closed in. He was surrounded.

"I-I-I don't w-want any trouble. Is this all n-necessary? Seems like overkill, w-wouldn't just one b-be enough?" Sun questioned, trying to bide what little time he had left. Eclipse chuckled at the attempt.

"Awww, well maybe if you'd played the game instead of staying so silent, you'd only have one of me to deal with~" the glitch explained, his voice changing for the second half of his chide. He punctuated his words with wiggling fingers poised in the air.

"EEEEP!" Sun squeaked covering his eyes. Those teasing fingers before him were too much to even look at.

Eclipse chuckled a bit at the unexpected nature of his new playmate, this was turning out to be MUCH MORE fun than he expected! He didn't know what Sun was thinking, nor how he'd react to certain spots- at least, from what he hadn't overheard from the daycare. 

This was going to be VERY interesting... 

Eclipse firmly, but gently raised Sun's arms above his head using two of his clones. The two clones in question held the arms with two arms each from two different pairs,  holding his wrists and forearm. 

"Silly thing, your hands aren't supposed to be here, they're supposed to go up here!" Eclipse teased. 

Sun gasped before squealing out at the action. NO! His arms were raised so effortlessly- this was NOT fair at ALL. 

"WAAAAaaahahaahahait!" Sun snorted out, already anticipating what was to come. The Eclipse's stuck to crowding his sides, but leaving room for the bot to breathe. 

"Hmmmmm?" The Eclipses' paused hands floated just over the spots they were going to attack. One pair of arms floated over his sides, another over his tummy, his ribs, and, of course, his underarm joints. 

"EEEHEHEEK!! Ohohonooo- uhhuhuh- kkheehkkk aren't you going to-?"

"Only when you give the okay! I may be a glitch, but I still follow the rules! (mostly). Is this okay Sunny-boy? Or should we take it down a peg?"

Sun gulped nervously. Oh now he was gonna make him ask for it?! He wiggled in place, anticipating wiggly fingers at any moment. 

“I-I uhm…ehehe…I’mfinewithit!” He blurted out quickly. It only made the glitch grin wider at the little sunshine. 

“Ohhhhhh?? What was thaaaat, Sunny? I didn’t QUUUUUITE catch what you said there!” 

Sun let out a whine. “D-don’t make me say it…”

"Awwww, I'm not making you say anything. That's completely up to you! Unless... You're only saying that because you're too shy to say something. DON'T WORRY! We're all friends here, right!?" Eclipse asked, looking back through the glass screen showing Moon. That once again startled Moon, but he was very invested in the scene before him. It felt like a 4th wall break everytime, though. 

Sun cheeks began to heat up again. Oh he wanted to hide his face so badly! But he couldn't. He was stuck, stuck seeing those fingers tantalizingly close and the big goofy grin stretched across his newest friend's face. Underneath everything, the guy seemed genuine. He just had a rather eccentric way of showing it... But he did seem to care about Sun's comfort nonetheless.

"W-well... You can.... can t.... t-ti... tickle me-"  Sun struggled out, immediately snapping his mouth shut again, eyes closed tight and cheeks red as cherries.

The Eclipses collectively grinned wider at that, the fingers now slowly wiggling down to the surface of their targets. Sun's rays picked up speed, spiraling like a pinwheel in a tornado. 

"Tiiiiiiickle tiiickle-" 

They touched down, picking up speed, wobbling and prodding the tickle spots with vigor. 

"TICKLE"

The reaction was instant, Sun tried to hold it in with red, puffy cheeks, but it lasted for only a second before a squeal cut through the internalized snorts. 

"BWAAAAAHAHAHA!! EEEeeehehehahaahaEEEEE!!!"

Moon playfully smirked at the screen, eyes filled with evil intent. He couldn't join in tickling him, 'don't ask to, you would be intruding…' 

But he could tease! 

... as long as he wasn't being a third wheel... again.

"Is something wrong, Sun?" 

Oh that MENACE-

"It doesn't tickle does It? Awwww... poor thing"

“YOU-YOOHOHOHOHOU SHUHUHUUUUSH!” Sun cackled out, squirming in place as multiple fingers attacked him. 

The original eclipse snickered as he looked right at Moon, the tickling never lightening for a moment. 

“Hehehe! Did you want to join?! It’s more fun with EVERYONE!“ 

Moon blinked at the question. He couldn’t possibly…

“Uh…j-join?”

"OF COURSE, It is my game after all~" Eclipse informed with a grin. He and his clones paused their play while Eclipse worked his magic. 

"Bippity boppity boo,

Now you can play the game too~" Eclipse sang. The screen momentarily glitched out before clearing up again. The perspective had changed, though. Moon's view had a close up on the scene. But the oddest thing was the two feathery icons on the screen. Moon caught on immediately, playing with the joystick and finding that he could indeed control those feathers. He tapped at the buttons, observing how one flicked the feather on the right and the other button fluttered the one on the left.

"OHOhoho you're a fast one, aren't you! AhahaHAHA! No need to tell you twice!" the glitch teased. Sun's eyes widened at the sight, and he began to wriggle around.

"WAhahaiheeheeheet! I'm nahahat reheheheheadyheehee!" Sun giggled in anticipation, shaking his head. But contrary to his words, his rays were spinning happily.

"Not ready!? Well I ain't gonna wait here all day!" Eclipse teased, wiggling his fingers like the menace he was. Oh he wanted to start already, Sun and Moon did too, but Eclipse was addicted to these little games. If Sun was going to be stubborn, Eclipse was going to play along.

"Buuuuut if you say so!" He exclaimed, all Eclipse's putting their free hands behind their backs. 

'Dirty trickster' Moon thought to himself. He knew full well Sun couldn't STAND moves like this. It forced him to admit something that was still embarrassing to admit no matter how many times he said it out loud.

"WAHahahit- nohoho I mean-" Sun squeaked, and snorted before playfully groaning. "Dohohon't stop! That's not fahair!!" 

.... did he just SAY THAT!? 

Shocked by his own words, Sun's whole face turned a bright orange. 

tartar sauce... 

"Oooooh! Hear that Moon and Eclipses? So EAGER! It's absolutely impossible not to tickle a ray of sunshine so willing~."

Moon chuckled beyond the arcade box, equipping the stick in one hand, and leaving the arcade buttons to his other.

"I agree. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting!" 

The Eclipses finally put those multiple arms with wiggling fingers back to use, touching down on Sun's tummy, ribs, and arm joints starting slowly from the wrists down. Moon on the other hand flicked those feathers across areas the Eclipses hadn't managed to touch yet. His rays, his buttons, his cheeks, and his neck. The feathers that lightly swirled and plumed gently over the ticklish spots, versus the much more bold tickling from eclipse made Sun chortle and snort up a storm.

"KYAAAHAHA- SNORT snort SNORT! EEEEHEHEeheheheahaha!! NyHohoHOHOMYSTARS! IHihiHit TiHIHIckles!!"  Sun couldn't help but state the obvious as he endured the playful attacks. He stomped his feet as the joyous music of his laughter filled the air. 

"Heheh- really now? We had no idea!" Moon replied, sweeping the feathers at his knees down lower. 

Moon could tell his friend was having a BLAST! However there were a couple of spots he and the Eclipses hadn't covered yet... 

"Oh dear oh dear oh dearie me..." The original Eclipse said, starting to lighten up the prodding on Sun's tummy, vouching to swirl an index finger around the entire area. "Men, it appears I've found something!"

Eclipse transformed into a pirate version of himself, the three others turning into crew members, buccaneers. "Where ye be pointing Cap'n?!" 

The other hands started to slow, walking down to the shore that was Sun's tummy, the Cap'n standing right infront of Sun's dent. 

" 'X' marks the spot, me harties!" With that eclipse drew an X over Sun's dent, causing him to let out a gleeful yelp.

"WAHAHAIT!! BUHUT- mUhuHuh TuhuhummEEEHEHEEE-"

"Ohoho! But it be not the tummy we're after!" Captain Eclipse of the Great Glitchbeards proclaimed. A single finger scratched and wriggled just above the dent, only causing Sun to arch his back and squeal out. 

"EEP NUUUHUHUHUHUHUUU!" 

"It be this little divot we're after!" Down moved the finger, now scratching into the ticklish dent that was now sending poor Sunny into hysterics.

"AYEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEE-SNORT- AHAHAHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEE! NAHAhao pleeHEEHEASE! TOOHOOHOO TIHIHIHICKLEEHEEHEEHEEEEE-SNORT-!" Sun squealed out, squirming as much as he could. His rays spun wildly along with his laughter.

"Ah! There MUST be treasure lying in this very spot! I can HEAR it! Like the music of a siren" Eclipse announced, looking around at his crew.

"Treasure, treasure, where's the treasure? What's gonna happen when we find that treasure?"

"What's gonna happen is we'll all be rich"

"We'll have giggles to last forever"

The Eclipses sang a familiar kids show tune, tickling the dent, and the area around it.

"EEEEEEEHEHAHAAAAHAHA-SNORT OHOHOKAY- EHAHA- SOHOHOMEWHERE EEHEHEELSE!!" 

The pirate uniforms disappeared, making the Eclipses turn back to normal, and letting Sun breathe, leaving only the light feathers that barely touched. Sun was reduced to mere giggles, his fans cooling his systems as he stayed in his own little version of candy land.

"Somewhere else? Of course of course... after the little star rests we can go somewhere else..  but...  where else can we go...?"

Eclipse spotted the feathers that slowly started to dance over Sun's ankle. 

"Kehehehe- snort- eeehehe... SKSkskshshk... I hahave an ihidea whahat youohou two ahare thihihinking, And ihi have one thihing to sahahay..."

Moon stopped the feathers for a moment, looking at his counterpart, as did the Eclipses.Sun’s rays spun as he stuck his tongue out at his attackers, despite knowing how dangerous it was.  

“You’re all buttsfaces!!”

Moon raised a playful brow. Ohoho so that’s how he wanted to play. Eclipse let out a gasp, three of his crew members covering eyes, mouth and rays. 

“You sir have offended the likes of my great clan! Prepare for punishment!!” 

Off came the slippers

“Your toes are ours!”

"WAIT! WAIT! NOHOHOT THE TOES! NAHAHAHAT MY TOHOHOHOOOOES!" Sun shrieked, desperately trying to kick his legs. The Eclipses were far stronger than he was and lifted his ankles, leaving him in a sitting position in the air. His feet were now fully visible to the devious lunar bot in control of the feathers and left in reach of all of the Eclipses. Sun was in trouble. BIG trouble.

"WAIT A MINUTE! I-I-I MISSPOKE! I MEANT TO SAY, UH... B-B... uhhh... NUTS! Wait... Bots??? YEAH! BOTS! YOU'RE ALL BOTS! SEE?! Ehehehehe, b-bots..." Sun stuttered looking around at the faces of his captors.

The eclipses swarmed like a murder of crows at Sun's bare tootsies, forming back into one being, the only difference was... he kept the arms of the duplicates. "AAAahhhh much lonelier, but so much more SPACE TO BREATHE! Now, where were we? OOOOOOOHHHHH yesssss! yesyesyesyesyeeeesssss!!!!"

One pair of hands gestured playfully at Moon, signaling him to bring the feathers closer to the sensitive canvases. 

"Please, be my guest! I'll come in when he leaaast expects it~" Sun gasped at the playfully ominous threat before the feathers came dancing near.

"N-Now MOONIE! You- d-d-don't need to do this!"

The giant moon looking in from the arcade machine screen gave that oh so familiar evil grin. 

"Oh, no, Sundrop, I INSIST! After all… ,"

The feathers touched GOLD, quite literally so. 

"... we wouldn't want you hidin' those PRECIOUS giggles of yours, would we?"

“EEEHEHEHEEK!!” Sun gave out a squeal, trying everything to kick his legs and wiggle his defenseless toes. 

“M-M-MOOOHOHOOOHOOONIEEEHEHEHEHEEE!! PFFT PLEHEHEHEHEAAAASE!!”

“Please what, Sunny? Don’t you love this spoooot?” Moon cooed.

"IHIHIHIM TIHIHICKLISH THEHEHERE-snort-EEHEEHEEHEE!" Sunny squealed with delight. He'd never experienced  having two devious ticklers working together so smoothly. They'd barely started and were already a good team. And that was bad news for Sun…

The feathers stroked up and down his arches, flipping to the quill of the feather to scribble shapes and letters. Sun screeched joyfully, continuing to wiggle his feet aimlessly, that is, before two of Eclipse's SIXTEEN arms came to hold them still. "Now hold veeeeery very still. This won't hurt one bit!"

"WAITWAITWAITEEHEHEHEE!" Sun cried out at the feeling of being restrained. "THAHATS NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAIR!!" 

"Not fair? Not fair?! Not fair tra la la?!" Eclipse snickered. "What isn't fair is you tryin to keep all your tickle spots to yourself! That isn't the point of this game Sunny!" 

"You did lose fair and square." Moon smirked at the wriggling bot. He knew him better than anyone, he was having fun with these games.

Sun thrashed his head around and wiggled his toes desperately. His rays spun rapidly as the playfulness continued.

"OHOHOHO! NAHAHAT THE FEEHEEHEEHEET! NOT MY FEEEEEHEEHEEHEET! I CAHAN'T STAND IT!" Sun shrieked out.

"Can't stand it!? Why of course you can't, silly! You're up in the air! You can't stand at all! Hohoho!" Eclipse was a clever little devil. That's for sure. The response got a giggle out of Moon.

Soon, hands joined the fluttering plumes that were now on and between his toes. The hands worked their magic, scritching everywhere in sight they could find on those bean-paws, swirling, poking, spidering.

Sun cackled as the two tickle monsters kept their focus solely on his toe beans and paw pads. Gosh... this was so much fun! However, every good thing must come to an end, and admittedly, Sun, red faced and rays spinning, was ready to wave the white flag.

"EEEEAAAHAHAAHA- OHO-KEEHEHEEHEE- OKAHAHAY! MEHEHERCEEHEHEE!"

And just like that, it ended. The feathers Moon controlled stopped and moved away. Eclipse's extra arms proofed away, leaving two behind which he used to hold Sun's giggly, shaky form. 

Sun laid there in the glitch's arms, giggling and catching his breath. "Ohohoo...stahahahars..." 

Eclipse wore the biggest grin as he looked over the tired giggle star. 

"Hehehe! Sorry! Hopefully that wasn't toooo far! I know I can be a bit....Much"

"Ehehen-n-NO! Nahahat too much! Eeheeheehee -snort-" Sun giggled, waving his hand, warding away the glitch's concern.

"Ah, good, GOOD! Phew!" Eclipse dramatically proclaimed. He was genuine though. Even under his silly, crazed surface, he had a real heart.

After shaking off his previous anxiety, Eclipse snapped his fingers, making two comfy red and yellow lounge chairs, the inside of the arcade box turning into the equivalent of Eclipse's house. The stylistic choice TRULY described 'Eclipse' letter for letter. 

Moon tried to keep his smile up as he quite literally felt he was watching from the outside in. He really wanted to join the two of them inside the arcade box, sitting in a chair... yet at the same time, could they trust him to let them back out? Loneliness could make even the nicest person do the craziest things, and he and Sun needed to be there for the kids.

"Sit back and relaaaaaax Sun my boy. Would you like something to eat? To drink perhaps? Milk? Spiders? Fizzy-faz? Fazzy-fizz?"

"OOOoooh!!! Milk please!" 

Moon's eyes widened as Sun just seemed to gloss over the 'spiders' option. 

"Of course, one seconnnnnd!!"

Eclipse made a cartoonish dash into the kitchen, pulling out two cartons of milk, and poofing back in front of Sun in a cloud of smoke. 

"Chocolate or strawberry!?"

Sun blinked. That’s not what he expected. 

“Uh-what about regular?”

Now it was Eclipse who tilted his head in confusion, his hat flopping over as he did so. 

“Whatcha mean silly?! This IS regular milk!! Hehehe!!! ….

Isn’t it?”

Sun stared for a moment before doubling over in a new bout of laughter.

"EEHEEheeheehee-snort- N-nohoho, regular milk doesn't have ahany special flavors ehehe," Sun giggled at his host's silliness. Eclipse made a deadpanned stare as he stood there still holding his offerings.

"My life is a lie... ANYWHO, would you prefer this so called "regular" milk?" the glitch offered with a smile. Sun was silently eyeing the strawberry milk.

"A-actually... I've never really had milk before , not really supposed to have fizzy-faz either, whoopsies, but um... could I try the strawberry please?" Sun asked politely. This guy was really hospitable. He just went from tickling him silly to being the master of pampering a guest. Moon looked on longingly, staying silent as he became closer and closer to asking his own question.

"Oooooooone strawberry extraordinaire coming RIIIIIGHT UP!" 

Eclipse spawned and used an extra pair of arms to hold the strawberry milk gallon while in two others metal shaker cups appeared. He poured the strawberry milk in halfway to one of the tins, all the while chopped strawberries splashed in the milk every time he opened the container.

 While doing the parlor tricks he glanced up at Moon who was now awkwardly looking away from the scene. Oh that would NOT do at all.. all guests should feel welcomed!

“Ohoooho! How rude of me! Heheh! Care to come and join us Moon?! This milk isn’t going to drink itself!!”

Moon blinked, looking back at the screen. He shied a bit. 

“I uh…don’t know if it’s such a good idea….s-someone’s gotta make sure Sunny can get out alright when we have to go back and watch over the kids.” 

He probably sounded rude…and probably showed how much he actually trusted eclipse. Which…wasn’t very much…at least not that much…What would he do if he had both of them? Never let them leave?

He wasn't necessarily eager to find out... Eclipse heard the disappointment and the uncomfortable strain in Moon's reply. He conjured up a table to set down his concoction, turning to face Moon directly.

"I know you two take care of the children. I can hear the joy outside, you know... Not only will I get you two back to your bodies without a fuss, but I expect those kiddies to be well taken care of, something I know full well you boys do everyday." Eclipse's face was serious, his voice contrary to his normal tone. That was not lost on Moon.

"O... Okay..." With that, Moon grabbed the extra set of wires and plugged himself in carefully. He held the box he used to transport Sun and activated it again, sending him into the digital world.

Before he knew it, Moon pixelated into existence much similar to how Sun had, now actually BEING in the living room with the group. It was a whole other experience from just seeing it from the screen. 

"Woah..." he looked around with awe, vigorously turning to look at every detail... It was absolutely breathtaking. Chaotic, but cozy. 

The shaker containing Sun's Strawberry Milk Extraordinare or 'SSME', had been picked up by Eclipse before being poured into a yellow boba-tea cup with Sun's face on it. The little Sun face wore pinkish-purplish star sunglasses. Pink ice, (possibly strawberry flavored ice?) decorated the practically sparkling liquid, before being garnished with a strawberry rice crispy treat straw. 

Eclipse handed the handcrafted drink to the solar animatronic, who, in return, looked at it in awe. After Sun started drinking the absolutely DELICIOUS strawberry milk (seriously- HOW CAN HE TASTE IN HERE!?), Eclipse brought his attention to Moon. 

"Okay, YOUR turn Mr. Naptime!" A bar-keep outfit appeared on the goofy glitch with a feint poof along with a mini towelette and yet another Boba tea cup. This time it had Moon's face on it... However, his hat was missing.

 "I.. uhm- w-well... what do you got?"

"Oh I have everything." His head turned around in a circle for emphasis. 

"Everything?"

"Of course! My game, my rules, remember. Watch!"

Eclipse set the Boba cup down on the table before cupping his hands up together.

"Usually I don't let people see this, but since you're sooo very curious, I'll make you two an exception!"

Like magic, green numbers and commands became visible, merging together into the shape of, what do you know, Moon's hat. 

"You just-"

"Made a cookie out of thin AIR!!" 

"PFFFFTT not air, ya sillies, CODE. Again, my game, my rules!" 

With that, eclipse took the cookie in his hand, and examined it. "Hmmm.. seems familiar..." he looked between Moon, and the Boba cup tapping his chin before finally realizing. "OOOOHH sihihilly me! I forgot your santie-claws hat." 

Eclipse magically flung the cookie at the Boba tea glass, making the hat morph into the art as if it had been there the entire time. 

"Now... where were we? AHHHHH YESyesyesyesYEEEEEEES! Your drink?"

Oh... Moon still hadn't thought of one yet. THINK MAN, THINK!!

WAIT-

...

He DID always want to know what a certain blue milkshake tasted like.

"A... blue-moondrop milkshake please..? If it's not too much to ask for, it's really no problem I can take something else if it's too much tr-"

"Woooooooahhh there bucko! Slow your horses," the glitch interrupted with a gentle smile. "Remember, I ASKED you what you wanted, and I will give it to you. Heck I'm making it right now the old fashioned way!" 

Oh... well, that was awfully sweet of him..

"Ooooo your own milkshake?" Sun smirked just a wee bit. Moon did tend to eye when kids bought it. 

"I'm just-" He blushed, slightly embarrassed, "curious is all! How can something blue taste good?"

The sound of liquid frozen delight pouring into a cup snapped Moon's attention away from his embarrassed state... "Voila! Bon apatite mon ami"

Eclipse handed him the drink on a silver platter, for which he took almost immediately, gawking at the talent. 

He gave the shake a giant slurp... and.. 

"AMAZING!" He exclaimed, continuing to drink the drink along with his friend. 

Eclipse giggled like a gremlin at the reaction, making the unneeded equipment disappear with a SWOOP!

He reappeared in his chair, trying to release his pent up energy through fidgeting with his hands. 

The two of them talked to Eclipse for a while while drinking, cracking jokes, creating visual gags, and getting to know glitch overall... 

By the time their drinks were finished, the two seemed to be getting very tired... 

Eclipse knew what that meant, they would likely leave soon.. and if they were only to have visited just this one time, he would still be happy anyone would have known of him at all. 

"Goodness me... sleepy bots?" Glitch tsked, "No if ands or buts, you are GOOOOOING BACK!"

Without warning, Eclipse, one by one zipped their consciouses back into their bodies. Sun and Moon let out gasps upon re-entering their suits, realizing what happened and gently unplugging their cords from the arcade machine. Glitch stood looking at them from the inside of the arcade machine, smiling and waving. Sun and Moon waved back before their lack of energy hit them.

Sun let out a yawn as well did Moon soon after... geez... they really were tired.

Sun stretched before responding to eclipse

"That was so much fun, Eclipse! We'll be sure to come back soon and play with you again." Sun happily chirped. Eclipse tried processing what Sun said.... Come back? Soon? They actually liked him? 

Ding!

Did that mean they were friends now?! Oh... he was OVERJOYED! EXCITED, HYPED! ANY AND ALL of the words COMBINED!!

"Of course of COURSE, my friends. Come back anytime! I'll be here waiting for ya, I promise."

"Yeah... we'll definitely visit you as much as we can. It was nice talking to you, aaaaaand tickling the snot out of Sun with you!" Moon added.

Sun gasped before playfully poking at his Moon's sides. 

"Don't get too cocky Moon! I have fingers and I WILL use them when you least expect it."

Moon giggled a bit, shying away and lightly pushing Sun's hands back.

"Nohohokahay- I'll stohop!"

"You better~" Eclipse warned, digital fingers wiggling at the screen. "You aren't safe from ol' Clipsey either!" the glitch jested. As the bots began to make their way to their charging station, Sun and Moon spoke in unison. 

"Good night, Eclipse."

"Good night boys! Have sweet dreams…" 

The glitch sighed as he watched them leave the room. He was happy… truly happy. After all these years, his torturous solitude was over. 

He wasn't alone anymore. 

FIN

[prophecydungeon]

year in fic: 2022

cross-post from dreamwidth.

word count for posted works: 19,092 words word count for unposted works (incl. wip): 21,457 words total word count: 40,549 words

pretty writing-light year for me, not entirely sure why; so it goes, though, i guess. i wrote a lot in both 2020 and 2021 so i suppose it's natural to have a bit of a fallow year. and what a way to end the year too — S11 au sequel cooking in the oven. i may never actually be free of that goddamn show.

works posted to AO3 in 2022:

steam, fill shape, share haikyuu!!, 1,806 words, rated G — posted 2/27/22

this was a castoff from plate tectonics that had enough chutzpah to stand on its own. this (and plate tectonics, too) was really kind of a meditation on loneliness.

plate tectonics haikyuu!!, 14,631 words, rated T — posted 4/30/22

this fic fought me every god damn inch of the way. when i was tallying up my unposted word count, i found 3,121 words in my deleted fragments doc from this fic. i'm happy with how it turned out!

ontologies bleach, grimmjow/ichigo, ichigo & kon, rated G — posted 11/5/22

TYBW's release pulled this one out of me. the TYBW anime has been absolutely incredible so far and i can't wait to lose my whole ass when our beloved Catte makes his dramatic re-entrance.

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i realized as i was writing out the list of published works that i published two G-rated fics this year (one of which was genfic), which feels so unusual. my stuff generally hovers around teen. oh well! i also didn't write any destiny fic this year for the first time since 2018, i think. that feels strange. but this year has been tumultuous, i haven't spent a lot of time playing the game, and there's been some lore i feel :| about too. so it goes.

in any case, the usual meme!

1) What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year?

ooh, this is a difficult one. i feel like i generally tend to be most excited about the newest thing i've worked on, and right now that's what i'm feeling — writing in the S11 AU version of chorus just feels like coming home at this point.

wait, no, i have a better answer: this one goes to a fic that i wrote with the intention of not posting it. it's unfinished and will remain unfinished. it veers wildly around everywhere. it was very, very fun and satisfying to write.

2) What’s your least favourite thing you wrote this year?

hmm. i don't know. i started and stopped a few things around summertime when i felt the "oh god i should be writing" feeling and they all felt... not good. so i guess that, as a category, is my least favorite thing.

3) Which of your fics was most different from what you usually write?

aforementioned "i plan on not posting this" fic was pretty different, both in the plan to not post it and the contents of it. it's a pretty silly and superficial fic; i'm not really Saying Anything with it. that's fine. that's why i liked it a lot.

4) Which of your fics this year was most successful?

i think this has to go to the Not Posted fic again. it got me writing when i'd been in a long drought for a few months.

5) Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?

this is sidestepping the question slightly, but i wish that plate tectonics hadn't fought me so hard. when i was tallying up my word count, i scrolled through the doc where i'd shoved all my cut fragments and there was some really good stuff in there. i wish i'd been able to incorporate that all successfully.

6) What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year? 7) What’s your favourite piece of description or narration?

combining these two answers because it's the same snippet for both this year:

“You’re not him,” Grimmjow repeats, his voice pitched lower as he crowds close. Kon knew, in some part of his mind, that this might happen somehow; he’s seen Grimmjow and Nel at the Kurosakis’ front door, unmasked and boxed in by their fake bodies, but the possibility stumbling into one of them on the street like one of Ichigo’s old high school classmates had only ever existed as something distant and vague. Kon inhales a pinched breath and feels his vision waver as he stares up. Ichigo isn’t short; maybe Kon is just too used to viewing the world from a height of about six inches, maybe he’s just shrinking back into the hedge like a bird before a fox, maybe Grimmjow is just too tall and too strong and— “You’re not alive.”

Fury erupts in Kon’s borrowed chest. He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s alive because of Ichigo. And he knows for a fact that the same is true for the being that stands before him.

“I’m more alive than you,” Kon spits back, and shoves uselessly at the fist holding him in place. Grimmjow’s arm is like iron.

8) Which fic this year was most fun to write?

i am having a BLAST working on this sequel to S11 AU (or maybe this is finally the year that i start calling the fic by its title). it feels like coming home in so many ways: not just because this fandom has been part of me for so long and refuses to let me let go, but also because i get to sink back into halo at the same time. hey, maybe this'll get me to finally play infinite.

9) If you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be?

this is much more vague and much less actionable than the way i've answered this in the past, but i wish that plate tectonics hadn't been so difficult for me to write. i wish i could snap my fingers and change the amount of energy it sucked out of me.

10) What, if anything, are you going to try to do differently in your writing in the new year?

this question is getting harder to answer. there's a particular structure i want to try for S11 AU sequel and wrangling that has made for an interesting week of planning, so maybe once i finish this project i'll try being more intentional with structure for the next one, too.

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as i was getting this crosspost into shape for tungle, it occurred to me that i do, actually, want to document just how it is that i got myself into this S11 AU (i need to stop doing this) P vs NP hole again in the first place because it's both kinda funny and also a pretty interesting reflection of where S1- P VERSUS NP has been over the years.

on christmas eve i watched glass onion. loved it! super fun movie. this immediately made me want to watch knives out again, but it's not on netflix and i don't subscribe to anything else. in lieu of this, i decided to watch casino royale on christmas day because the only bond i'd ever watched up till that point was, well, skyfall. at this moment, several things happened all at once: i got the urge to draw some wash/maine art to cap off the year, i was looking up which of the other daniel craig bondses came in which order, and i was thinking, of course, about skyfall and how much i liked it. powder keg meets spark.

the funny part is that i got hit with the urge to write more S11 auFUCKING P VS NP like i'd been brained by a 2x4, but it wasn't till i was an hour into half-watching casino royale that i realized this whole urge (and the whole crux of the plo, too) was specifically because skyfall was a massive source of drive and inspiration for S11 oh my fucking god. P vs NP. i am not doing this on purpose. and i mean, obviously, right? P vs NP's epigraph is specifically from skyfall. it's there because of skyfall.

skyfall and P vs NP are not, actually, very similar. there are a handful of threads that are sort of similar, but they're really not one-to-one reflective of each other. i guess that's what makes a good source of inspiration? i went back through some old stuff to see if i ever Poasted about why and how skyfall inspired me so deeply and there wasn't really... anything specific. it was just a movie that i saw at the right time to amplify my urge to write this fic.

that being said, i did watch skyfall in my little danny boy marathon, this time while trying to figure out what it was that hit me so hard, and there were some fun similarities:

moneypenny "kills" bond; bond comes back; moneypenny helps bond

bond's re-entry into service; wash in season 8

bond: everybody needs a hobby. silva: so what's yours? bond: resurrection.

"look upon your work, mother"; silva and bond as same-but-opposite, not quite reflecting wash and maine (in P vs NP or in canon) but there are some threads there

...huh, okay, maybe there was a bit more there than i thought. anyways, now i'm here. again. i am hoping this sequel contains itself to like, 20k words. i am not optimistic about this. we will see.

here's to 2023!

[iliad24]

[image description: two screenshots from collage-style zine pages.

the first page has a box of text next to a labeled diagram of a cross-section of a penis and scrotum. text reads as follows:

#3: Penises are soft. I can't say this enough because it is such an important and frequently ignored fact: most of the time a biological penis is neither rock-hard nor an inflexible rod. They're not supposed to be. The natural, resting state of the penis is soft. Unsolicited erections happen relatively infrequently after the teen years and voluntary boners appear in the dictionary under the entry "diminishing returns." most penises could never compete with a good dildo on hardness. And those that go the distance are putting themselves at long-term risk: erections that last longer than an hour or so without interruption can cause permanent damage to the vascular system of the penis. We know both statistically and anecdotally that penises are far from permanently-engorged crotch-rocks, and yet almost all sexual discourse on penises is on erect penises, hard penises, penetrating penises.

the second page is all text. the text reads as follows:

Why is this significant? Because the operating assumption in our culture is that only hard penises can have sex, that soft penises can't have sex and aren't sexy. This is deeply, deeply incorrect.

The major difference between a soft penis and a hard penis isn't whether it can have sex, not whether it can give and receive pleasure, only whether it is hard and can penetrate. That's it. That's the difference. Hardness. And yet there is almost no writing about sex and soft penises except about how to "fix" them by making them hard. It's hard, so to speak, for us to seriously consider the concept of sex with a soft penis because we've been indoctrinated to laugh at the idea. Penises are supposed to be hard, penetrating organs, and definitely not sexy when soft. It's not very fashionable to talk about phallocentrism these days, but I can't think of a better word for the assumption that someone's private parts are useless because they're not hard and, well, phallic.

To put it simply, this is stupid. It's stupid to keep acting like penises are worthless when they are soft, whether that softness lasts a day or six years. We are smarter than that, and it is time to start acting like it. We owe it to the penises in our communities to start playing with them and pleasuring them when they're soft. I think it's a particularly good idea to do this because soft penises are a lot of fun that we're not having, for no good reason.

Contrary to popular belief, a soft penis is not a "Do Not Disturb" sign. Neither is it an accurate indicator of someone's interest, mood, energy level, or libido. Boners are fickle. Sometimes it's not in the cards. Then again, sometimes a boner just happens and the only thing on your mind is how much you don't feel like having one. Your lover-with-a-penis could be counting the seconds until they can get you alone and do filthy, unspeakable things to you and their penis might not so much as twitch. If your lover is a trans woman, there's a rock-solid chance that this happens all the time. There's an equally good chance that it never happens at all. For some of us on testosterone blockers no force in the world could summon an erection. For others there's an impact, and for some there's almost no change whatsoever.

Regardless of how often you have one on your hands, a soft penis doesn't need to be anything other than an opportunity to find out what else it can do besides fill up with blood and poke things.

end image description.]

penises are soft, excerpt from fucking trans women #0 by mira bellwether

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 20: AU! Daggers

I decided to put the Daggers into a Criminal Minds AU in the sense that each of them kind of represent a different BAU member. I'll let you decide who's who but know I'm thinking of season 4/season 5 CM which are lowkey the best seasons.

Because it's a criminal minds AU it's got conversations regarding murder and the reasons behind murder. I may be a criminology student but this is entirely FICTIONAL. I'm not trained in profiling (although that would be a hoot, it's part of the reason we arrested the wrong guy in the Claremont murder- *gunshot*) anywho!

Please take care of yourselves, obviously conversations of heavy topics like these are difficult and complicated. If you do not feel safe reading this you are under no obligation to do so; I do not take responsibility for your actions and there are still another 11 fics to be completed.

I have kind of avoided the graphic descriptions of violence- no one needs to read that and I would never ever want to write that if I'm completely honest. I think I just said the unsub had mummy issues.

I have tagged this with the violence tag but that's mainly a just in case tag- as I've constantly said, my blog is 18+ MDNI.

“What died didn’t stay dead”

-Taylor Swift

-

“SSA Bradshaw; thank you for coming. I’m Detective Halstead.”

The detective extended his hand to the Agent in Command. Bradshaw shook his hand and turned to the rest of his team.

“Detective Halstead please meet the rest of my team; SSA’s Seresin, Machado, Mitchell, Fitch, Garcia, Dr Floyd and our Communications Liaison Natasha Trace.”

“Great to meet y’all. You can set up in here.”

Detective Halstead led the team through the police precinct, gesturing to the empty conference room.

“Your boards and coffee are already set up, and Dr Floyd I’ve pinned up the map you requested.”

“Thank you,” Floyd said as he passed by Seresin. When they entered the conference room Bradshaw crossed his arms over his chest, suit jacket tightening across his shoulders.

“What do we have so far?”

“Three victims; women, blonde, early to mid-twenties.”

The team walked around the room, picking up various case files and looking at crime scene photos.

“Is the Behavioural Analysis Unit here?”

Another police officer came into the conference room, arms full of file boxes. Bradshaw took one and Seresin another, letting the older man place the final one on the table in front of them.

“They just arrived, sir. Everyone this is Sergeant Voight, the one who suggested getting in contact with the FBI when he saw the MO.”

“We saw the photos; the unsub has been carving the word whore into the victim’s chests?”

Natasha took the crime scene photos from Machado, humming.

“Bradshaw; what do you want me to tell the press?”

“Hold off for now, we don’t want the unsub to find out we’re here without a game plan. Mitchell, Floyd and Seresin, you three go to the latest crime scene. Trace, you and I are going to interview the families. Garcia, Machado and Fitch, I want you to go the ME’s office.”

The team split, handing over car keys and sharing info before heading off to their various jobs. Bradshaw stood eye to eye with the board full of victim photos, a frown crossing his face.

“Why does he keep these women for days at a time and then dump their bodies in crowded spaces with failure carved into them?”

-

“FBI; I’m SSA Seresin, this is SSA Mitchell and Dr Floyd.”

“They called in the FBI? Dammit.”

The blonde woman who had been observing the crime scene crossed over the yard, extending her hand to the agents.

“Detective Hailey Upton; Chicago PD. Voight would want me to say thanks for coming but honestly I’m not really sure why you’re here.”

“Your Sergeant has asked us to be here but please be assured we’re not here to step on any toes,” Mitchell reassured. Hailey’s blue eyes narrowed but she turned on her heel, lifting the police tape.

“We found the first victim about a week ago; she’d been dead approximately 72 hours. This one was only dead a couple hours when we located her.”

“Here of all places?”

Above them, the train screamed as it went past and Floyd grimaced, turning his head to look at the rest of the area.

“Floyd; what can you tell us about this type of homicide?”

“The intent is to shame these women; not to kill. The unsub wants us to know that these women had something they didn’t want others knowing and they paid for it with their lives.”

“So we’re looking for someone who feels like a maternal figure in their life has been unfaithful?”

“I think so,” Floyd said to Seresin, kneeling by the latest victim, “there’s a chance it may have been a girlfriend, though, not a maternal figure. These women were all young and were unmarried, no children. I think the unsub may have known their victims but they weren’t confident enough to confront them on whatever this person was hiding.”

“Great,” Mitchell sighed, “another run of the mill mommy issues unsub.”

-

“Ma’am, my name is Natasha Trace, I’m with the FBI. I’m so sorry about your loss.”

The grieving mother stepped into the interview room, sniffling as she took a seat on the couch in the corner. Bradshaw joined them a moment later, also taking a seat.

“My name is SSA Bradley Bradshaw. What can you tell us about your daughter Jess?”

“She was such a beautiful young woman,” the mother started, “she was so loving, kind, she was always outgoing. She had that real aura about her, y’know? Just... beautiful. Her father and I always joked that because she was so wonderful growing up, maybe we’d just have one... but then we never had another baby.”

“She sounds like you raised her really well. Was she seeing anyone?”

“You know, that was the one thing she didn’t really talk about with us. I’m not really sure why; we always reassured her that we didn’t care who she came home with as long as she was safe and happy.”

“And she was at college, is that correct?” Trace asked, notepad in hand with the case file. Jess’ mother nodded slowly.

“She was doing so well; we were so proud of her.”

Trace’s head snapped up and she passed the file to Bradshaw, eyebrows furrowed.

“Ma’am, were you aware that your daughter was on academic probation?” He asked softly. The woman burst into uncontrollable sobs and Natasha put a hand on her shoulder.

“We’re sorry you had to find out like this.”

“I knew something was wrong,” she sobbed, “when she stopped telling us about how her classes were going and what her friends were doing. It was like she gave up the ghost.”

Trace and Bradshaw exchanged a look, then quietly stood.

“Thank you for your time; please don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything or if you have any questions. You’re welcome to wait here as long as you need.”

-

Rejoining the rest of his team in the conference room at the precinct, Bradshaw put the word “college” on the board by their first victim’s photo. On the second was the word “financial stress” and the third “cheating”.

“Wait; I thought we’d agreed none of the victims were seeing anyone at the time of their death.”

Seresin hummed at Machado’s comment, gesturing to the third victim.

“We were at the crime scene when a guy came by and just lost his shit. Turns out Marie had been with him about six months but he said he found her cheating.”

“Did you get a name?”

“I did.”

Detective Halstead came through the room, putting up the picture of the man who had apparently been at the crime scene.

“Okay, it’s a start. Seresin-“

“-you got it.”

Seresin walked off, phone to his ear.

“Hey, babygirl; what can you tell me about the third victim’s boyfriend?”

He heard Penelope Garcia burst out laughing in his ear.

“Hot stuff, if he existed I’d have all the deets. Marie was very private about her romantic life but there’s no signs she was seeing anyone.”

“Huh. Uh, okay, can you run this name for me? It’s Christopher Talon.”

“Sure thing. Hit you back in a sec.”

-

“Bradshaw; I think we’ve got something.”

Bradshaw whipped around, eyes finding Machado and Garcia by the door to the conference room.

“What is it?”

“When Seresin was talking about the third victim having a boyfriend – or not, according to our records – I decided to go back and look at the others again.”

“We realised a couple things; Jess was actually picking her grades back up and would have been off probation probably with her next assignment; Claire had received money from her parents that would have allowed her to keep her apartment. As for Marie, she wasn’t actually seeing this man. It looks to me like they were acquaintances at best. They worked together at the coffee shop for a little while but then Claire started working for a marketing company once she graduated college.”

“I’m not following,” Bradshaw said. Machado gestured to the photos on the board.

“It looks like he killed them when they were finally getting back on to their feet.”

“But why failure?” Garcia mused. Seresin glanced at all of the notes, case files, crime scene photos and various books strewn on the table in front of them.

“What if it’s because whoever he’s actually wanting to hurt has been so close to getting out of something, only to fall into it again? It’s the act of being borderline only to fail. Again.”

Floyd looked to the ground, silent, but Bradshaw hummed.

“Okay; get him in for questioning and let’s see if he’s connected to any of the other victims-“

Bradshaw was cut off by Detective Upon barrelling into the conference room, putting a photo of another woman on the board.

“Kelly Miller; age twenty-five. Reported missing by her mom when she didn’t come home last night. She’s shy, and very reserved.”

“Let’s move; split up between the SUV’s and we’re going to take Christopher in then we’re going to go through our evidence. Make sure the warrants are ready.”

“Leave them with me,” Sergeant Voight said, “go and I’ll get them to you.”

“Let’s go,” Seresin grabbed what they needed and the BAU hauled ass out the door.

-

“FBI!”

Seresin kicked the door in and immediately Christopher appeared in the hallway.

“What the fuck?!”

“Christopher Talon, you’re coming with us. Is anyone else here?”

“My mom- she’s upstairs, sleeping, please don’t wake her.”

“I think it’s a little late for that,” Machado murmured. Bradshaw glanced over his shoulder.

“Trace, go and make sure that she’s alright. Floyd go with her.”

“Where’s Kelly?” Garcia questioned. Christopher smirked.

“She’s can’t come to the phone right now.”

“Why?” Fitch asked. Seresin sighed.

“Because she’s dead-“

“-Bradshaw, upstairs!”

Bradshaw whipped around and legged it upstairs when he heard Floyd yell, following the sound of his voice. He found him in a laundry cupboard, holding on to a woman’s body.

“Is that-“

“-it’s Kelly. She’s alive. Medics!”

-

You’re gonna cry in the coolest truck ever. Truck month!

-Miles Teller

[anonymityisfunwriter]

It's In The Past

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Part of the Grumpy Sunshine Series Summary: You've got a dark past - and there's some scars that may just never heal. And though you'll never forget those dark days, how could you live in them when you've got such a beautiful future waiting for you?

CW: Previous Suicide Attempt (non-graphic description)

"James, really it's fine. It's just a graze - a flesh wound," you insist for the dozenth time, though you know like the dozen times before Bucky won't hear it. You keep fidgeting against his gentle grasp on your uninjured arm, but he is relentless. And incredibly pissed off. 

He leads you into the empty MedBay and slams the door shut behind him. Without any warning, he's scooping you up and placing you on the counter. Your breath hitches and you find yourself completely unbalanced at Bucky's behavior. You're not really sure why he's mad, only that he is. "Take off your sweater."

"What?" you gulp, your mouth suddenly dry.

"Take off your sweater. I need to look at your arm," he repeats, his hands tightly gripping on the counter as he waits for you. 

"Oh," you clear your throat. "Right."

You absentmindedly peel off your sweater and watch as he looks at your arm for a moment. Without saying anything or giving you any inclination as to how bad he thinks it is, you watch as Bucky starts rifling through the drawers. "Top right cabinet," you instruct.

"Thanks," he grumbles.

"I don't get why you're so grumpy. It's not that bad."

He places the first aid-box next to you and begins tending to your arm. He gently cleans the blood dripping down your arm, you hiss at the sting of the rubbing alcohol, and you see Bucky's expression slightly soften. He still won't look at you, but he mumbles, "You put yourself in danger- again. You're always willing to put yourself in danger to save everyone else."

"That's what we're supposed to do. The mission was successful, right? Isn't that what matters?"

"That's not what matters," he fumes. "What matters is that you make it out of there alive. Alive, you hear me? I don't like when you put yourself in danger- and you seem to do that a lot."

"Aww...you do care."

"You know I do," he mutters so softly that you don't even hear him. "You need to keep that clean-if you need help, come find me. I don't think you'll need stitches though."

You nod and swing your feet as Bucky reaches over you and grabs the first aid kit.

That's when he sees it.

Slightly obscured by the several friendship bracelets you're wearing. Each bracelet identical to someone else on the team- including one that you made for Bucky. The same one he refused to take off since the day you gave it to him. 

Just past the colorful strands is a long jagged scar up your wrist. The scar itself is so deeply grooved scar that it's practically embedded into your wrist, which tells Bucky everything that he needs to know. It wasn't an accident, a cry for help, and most likely self inflicted. You really meant it. And he can't help the shocked breath that leaves. You look over to see James' face which has gone a pale white and see him looking at your wrist. You know exactly what he's looking at and why.

"It's alright, James. It was a long time ago."

"Am I allowed to ask?" he gruffly asks, trying to play off the feeling of shock that radiates down his spine. You're...you. Sunshine, happiness, playfulness. And to know you tried to do this to yourself, it feels like the rug has been pulled out from under him. It makes him sick to know that you tried to take yourself out of this world. When- he doesn't know, but now his mind is running rampant with what-if's, different probabilities, and scenarios where the two of you never met. Where you didn't cross paths and you weren't there. It's unfathomable to him, knowing that there was a chance that he'd have to live in this world without you in it, without knowing you, meeting you. It's not a world he wants to know. 

You sigh and reluctantly nod. "You can."

"What happened?"

"It was...before," you whisper. "I want you to know that I don't feel that way anymore. I really don't."

He nods, but remains silent as he waits for you to continue. "I don't know how old I was, but the lady I told you about? They'd just killed her. I didn't tell you this but I watched. I watched as they put a bullet in her head. They said it was my fault, and I couldn't live with that- her blood being on my hands. I was older and I was going crazy sitting in that room day in and out. It was a split second decision I made and I just- I couldn't see it," you mumble. "I didn't know there was a whole world waiting- there wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel."

"How?" he asks so quickly that you don't even have a chance to answer before he's rescinding the question. "You don't have to answer that. That's none of my business."

"It's alright," you assure him. "I, uh,- They didn't bring guns into the room. I think they knew I was losing it, but a guard slipped up. It was a tiny little pocket knife, but I made it count," you halfheartedly chuckle. "They barely got to me in time."

"I'm glad they did," he murmurs, finally looking up and meeting your eyes. "I just- I mean I'm glad you're not dead."

'Thanks."

"Are you?"

"Glad I'm not dead?" You finally look up at him. As you stare into his steel blue eyes, you don't even have to think about your response. "Yeah, I am."

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[kaidenya]

Getting Caught ✧ MHA

Description: Headcanons for getting caught in a intimate moment with Hitoshi Shinso, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, & Tomura Shigaraki

WARNING: NSFW, suggestive content NOTE: This is a repost of an old SHITPOST headcanon I had on my previous account so if this looks familiar I hope you enjoy it the second time around!

“Nobody will know...”

Shinso

Shinso would go to his grave claiming that you were to blame for this situation

But in all honesty, he had been allowing things to build for far too long

You two weren’t necessarily a secret, but most people just assumed you were bEsT fRiEnDs 🥴

It was an honest misunderstanding

You had decided to keep physical contact to a minimum after an unfortunate attempt at holding his hand left you believing he didn’t enjoy any forms of PDA.

Shinso had just assumed the same about you.

However, as the two of you grew more serious, you found it more difficult to keep your hands to yourself

It just so happened your boyfriend had been working extremely hard in the hero course and it s h o w e d

You had found yourself admiring his changing physique and in turn, found you weren’t the only one admiring your boyfriend.

You weren’t necessarily jealous— you trusted him more than anything, but he tended to be socially constipated

And nobody seemed to know about you. Thus giving the other interested parties an unintentional greenlight to flirt with him. And there was one girl that had stood out among the sea of suitors.

Each time you saw the second-year girl perch next to Shinso it made your skin crawl, but no lines had been crossed.

Until they were.

Your knuckles were gripping the strap of your bag so tightly it ached when you made your way to where your boyfriend was perched outside

The second-year didn’t even acknowledge you as she continued her flirtatious ways and you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you settle into the place next to him.

He had flashes you a lazy smile before focusing back on his phone screen.

Then her hand landed on his upper thigh

Let me tell you: sleepy boy was shocked when she touched him, but he was EVEN MORE SHOCKED when you took her by the wrist and tossed her hand to the side

You waste no time threading your fingers with his, rising to your feet and all but hauling him from his seat

His amusement only grew as he realized just how jealous you had gotten, a smirk forming over his lips as he set to teasing you

‘What’s the matter, kitty? You don’t like anyone touching daddy?’

NO, YOU DO NOT

You have no idea how you ended up on your knees in a supply closet??

Shinso is feeling very sure of himself above you, using the hand that was gripping the back of your neck as leverage to hold you down on his length

k i n g of dirty talk 🤭

Absolutely cannot help himself when it comes to telling you how pretty you look choking on his cock

Honestly doesn’t last long, but what do you expect? Seeing your jealous and possessive response to the girl he had given little to no acknowledgment had lit a fire in his chest

He was desperate to get his hands on you, to remind you that he was just as much yours as you were his.

And when he does— oh MAN he makes you forget all about the second-year girl

He has one of your legs draped over his shoulder as he goes down on you, licking and sucking at you in a way that had you trembling

You accidentally knock over a pile of brooms and mops, neither of you paying them any mind as your head lulled in bliss

If only you had remembered to flick the lock on the door…

Kirishima really thought someone was banging on the door for help. It wouldn’t have been manly— or heroic not to make sure someone wasn’t in trouble

Besides, why else would someone be making so much noise in a supply closet if they weren’t stuck??

So when the door swung open and he locked eyes with you, still panting and moaning as an all too familiar head of purple hair buried further into your heat—

He let out the loudest shout he could muster. Apologies poured from his mouth as he fumbled to shut the door

However, your boyfriend made no move to let you go. Instead, he hummed against your skin, only leaning back to nip at your inner thigh before speaking in a heavy voice

‘Better make this fast, kitty.’

Iida

So you’ve tried to keep your relationship on the down-low bc Iida doesn’t want anyone to think he’s distracted

We all know he just doesn’t wanna be called out for his obvious favoritism

Before you got together you were constantly pushing him, breaking minuscule rules in favor of gaining his attention. Nothing too immoral, but enough to get under his skin.

Like slipping into class just seconds after the bell had rung, nearly avoiding Aizawa’s attention, but never making it past Iida.

Or when a class had gotten a bit too stressful, the room filling with hot air as tensions rose and you had to pop open a few buttons of your uniform top

Then there was your favorite offense; desk sitting. If there was one sure way to get a reaction from your stickler of a boyfriend it was to place yourself on top of a desk.

Which is what you found yourself doing at the end of an unfavorable week. The two of you hadn’t gotten a moment together outside of your studies and you were growing needy.

So with a few moments of free time before class began, you decided to chat with Tsu and Uraraka, settling atop the desk between them when you had grown tired of standing

The desk belonging to none other than Tenya

Your ankles were crossed as you leaned forward to speak with Tsuyu and he was beyond s h o o k

Immediate hand chopping.

He’s towering over you, ranting about how your behavior was improper while keeping his hands clenched in an attempt to keep from running his fingertips along your thighs.

When was the last time you were this close to him? It had to have been longer than he realized for him to have such a strong reaction— are you biting your lip??

Any response between you died off as Aizawa addressed the class and you were sent back to your seat, leaving Iida far more frazzled than you realized

The moment class ends he has you tucked under an empty stairwell to continue his lecture

Only he doesn’t get very far

Tenya Iida has an authority kink. I take no criticism.

When you look up at him from under your lashes, muttering the words ‘yes sir’ as he chastised you, his resolve was shattered

Has you pressed against the wall immediately, fisting your blazer as he dips to press his forehead to yours

‘Why must you push me?’

Doesn’t even let you answer before his mouth is covering yours, hips arching to grind his obvious arousal against you

Knowing he had been just as affected by your as you had him was enough to spur a moan past your lips and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth

Although he was MORTIFIED at the impropriety of it all, he couldn’t resist the sweet noises you made as he expertly worked against you

His hand eventually slides between you, pushing past the waistband of your bottoms and grinding his palm against you teasingly

‘Now, who do you belong to, darling?’

You you youyouyou—

Your hand was rubbing along Iida’s hard cock, his length straining against his pants to the point you’re almost worried they’ll rip

Somehow the two of you had been so lost in one another that you hadn’t heard the door open at the top of the stairwell

Denki and Mineta honestly weren’t creeping this time— they just wanted a snack from the vending machine adjacent to you!

Got a whole ass meal instead 👁👄👁

A moan tore from your throat, quickly being smothered by Tenya’s parted lips as you came on his fingers

You had barely made out the echoing sound of objects clattering to the ground through the ringing in your ears

But your boyfriend had heard

His lips separated from you in an instant, shocked gaze shifting into something closer to anger as he recognized your classmates

Denki began stammering out an apology, looking close to short-circuiting as his attention flickered between you

Mineta had let his gaze linger on you for too long. His eyes taking in the way your exposed chest— Tenya must have pulled the buttons loose

You cringe away from his gaze, post-orgasm haze™ spurring you to tuck yourself closer to Tenya to avoid their stares rather than snap at them

It was your obvious discomfort that had kicked Iida into gear, twisting to thread your button your blouse together before rounding on the others

If embarrassment wasn’t enough, the thought of them having seen you in such a vulnerable position had him seething as he began his lecture

Attempts hand chopping them into submission, but they kept disregarding his words in favor of catching another glimpse of you in a fucked out state

All fondness for his classmates had vanished as he stepped into their line of sight, shielding you from their gazes. His eyes almost daring them to continue

Whatever words lingering on their tongues died off, heads bowing in shame as they agreed to keep the entire situation to themselves

After all, the potential wrath of Tenya Iida was not something to be taken lightly.

Mirio

Mirio’s love language is touch, without a doubt, so it’s honestly surprising when he’s NOT trying to get handsy with you

He’s always defended his obvious displays of affection by claiming he had so little free time— he’d be a fool to waste the opportunity to touch you!

Mirio jumped at the opportunity to feel you against him. Whether it was a heavy kiss to your lips after walking you to class, a hand slipping under your shirt to caress your back, or his fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh.

However, as much as he was attentive, he was also forgetful.

It was because of that forgetfulness that you found yourself alone in your dorm. Countless boxes of takeout were lined up on your desk and a pre-planned movie was ready to play on your small tv.

After a few hours and countless delivered messages, you succumbed to disappointment.

The following day Mirio can’t seem to figure out why you’re avoiding him, but he refuses to give up without a fight.

Definitely thinks it’s a game of some sort and takes it upon himself to break your silent streak

It wasn’t easy being upset with Mirio. He had an uncanny ability to brighten any room he stepped into and being irrevocably in love with him only strengthened his effect

He’s always hard for you and loves letting you know just how you affect him— so why not place a hand on your hand, pressing firmly against your back when he slips past?

You always look so stunning— why not feed you compliments at every given moment?

How could he not look at you with the most iNTENSE GAZE undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone?

It’s when he realizes that you aren’t reacting to his teasing and flirtatious behaviorist that he caves.

He finds you between classes, stirring you away from the crowd, despite your wordless protests. It isn’t until you’re tucked away in an abandoned hall that he finally asks what was wrong

You had fully intended on dragging it out, allowing anger to push you on. But he spoke to you in the softest voice, looked at you with eyes filled with so much devotion that it was nearly overwhelming

He is shocked when you shove him away— were you tearing up??

Actually gets super defensive because he doesn’t realize HES the one that made you upset

Once you finally cave and remind him about the date he had missed it hits him like a freight train.

The two of you so rarely got time together and he had stood you up.

‘I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve been so busy lately— I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.’

Does not waste time making it up to you. He cups your face in his hands as he starts placing soft kisses on your face, cooing softly as tears roll down your cheeks

Did somebody say praise kink?

How can you stay mad at him when he’s telling you how sorry he is and that he loves you and you’re the only one his dick will get hard for??

It isn’t long before he’s pinned you between him and the wall, hitching your legs around his waist while coaxing you into a heavy kiss

His hips flex to grind against you, his hot length slotting between your thighs as he digs his fingertips into the curve of your ass

Mirio does not care that somebody could see— his quirk leaves him naked all the time and he’s shameless 🥵

But again he’s so forgetful—

And he was meant to go straight to class 1A to talk with them alongside the other members of The Big Three

So when he didn’t show up Aizawa had sent Tamaki and Midoriya in search of their future number one hero

How were you supposed to know they would turn the corner just as you arched from the wall?

Mirio had no idea anyone was there as he used the hand that was wrapped around your throat as leverage to grind you over the edge—

bOY were you embarrassed when you heard the two boys audibly g a s p

Midoriya’s embarrassment nearly gave Tamaki a run for his money. You were quick to turn away, immediately hiding your face in his chest as he greeted the duo in an overly cheerful voice

Absolutely teases the three of you over the incident FOREVER!!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was obsessed with you.

There was no way around how infatuated he had become and it only seemed to grow alongside your relationship

He was touch starved. The moment you began giving him physical affection and attention it was game over

He had no shame, especially when it came to his desire for you, which is how you often found yourself perched on his lap no matter the company.

That being said, the leader of the League of Villains became intolerable when the two of you were separated for long.

And a recent spiral of events has prevented you from returning to the hideout, thus leaving the others to deal with him

You weren’t expected to return until the following week. Aside from texting Shigaraki endlessly (didn’t he have anything better to do?) and assuring Twice and Toga that you’d be returning as soon as possible, you hadn’t had much contact with the League

Shigaraki was wound up tight, lashing out at the others far more than usual. That was how he ended up sitting at the bar, Father concealing his annoyance as Kurogiri took over the meeting.

And suddenly you were walking in, muttering a quick apology before taking the only available seat beside Toga

Shigaraki could not keep his eyes off of you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. It was the most present he had been since you left.

Of course, that meant Dabi has also noticed and never missing an opportunity to mess with their ruthless leader he shifted closer from his place behind you, muttering small talk into your ear

There is no doubt in my mind that Shigaraki was staring at you both like 😠 behind Father

Luckily the meeting had been wrapping up upon your arrival and the group was dismissed, many leaving to handle their own business.

However, the moment you had leaped to your feet Tomura had vanished from the room

With a sigh you moved over to the bar, sliding into the seat that had once been occupied by your man and Kurogiri placed a drink before you

By the time you had downed the last bit the bar had gotten eerily quiet, though when you shifted to speak to the Misty Man he was already looking over your shoulder. With a single nod, he had left the room.

The moment he was gone leather artist gloves shoved under your top, your heart racing at the all too familiar feeling as a palm settled between your shoulders

‘I’ve missed you, pet.’

There was a harsh tone to his voice, but it was contradicted by the trail of open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulder

Your entire body arched against him, head craning back to catch a glimpse of him, smiling widely as you met his gaze and returned the sentiment

A scoff slid past his lips, though you could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as his hand reached around to wrap around your throat

Despite the gloves, he kept a pinky in the air

His mouth covers yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips jolt sharply against you, knocking you against the countertop

Absolutely cannot control himself as he ruts against you, wasting little to no time in pushing your bottoms down past your thighs

Heat pooled in your stomach as his free hand reached between you to pull himself from his jeans

His dick slid between your thighs, a throaty whine sliding past your lips and despite the slick from your arousal the thick head stretched you perfectly

You had been completely lost in him, moaning and whining freely as he continued to rut against you.

There was a click throughout the room, similar to the door handle being twisted and your attention was adverted to the source

However, Shigaraki was faster.

He grabbed the back of your head and using his hold as leverage to press your face flat against the bar-top while his other hand worked against your sensitive center. A loud moan that was undoubtedly his name tumbled past your lips

‘There’s my little slut— louder, make sure they know who makes you feel this good.’

Unbeknownst to you, the person he wanted to be sure knew you were his had entered the room, Tomura meeting his gaze with a smirk as you began chanting his name like a prayer

A harsh thrust of his hips sent you over the edge as you came on his cock, filthy praises slipping past his lips as his hot release rolled down your thighs

He placed another sloppy kiss on the back of your neck before parting from you.

The moment you lift your head and begin adjusting yourself you lock eyes with Dabi

Embarrassed didn’t even begin to explain how you felt as Tomura let out a loud laugh, reaching down to pull your bottoms up after he had tucked himself away

‘Go wait on my bed while I speak with Dabi and I may let you come on my tongue.’

You wasted no time hurrying away from the two, heart pounding from both excitement and humiliation as you rushed to do as you were told

[pippytmi]

1, 4, 14?

The one hope Kara has for her roommate is that Lena Luthor will not be a smoker.

Alex had told her not to have high expectations; after all, this roommate arrangement was all organized through Winn, and Alex has always stated that she doesn’t trust this man’s self-preservation tactics. (“Once, during an earthquake drill, he started to climb up the building. Kara, what kind of a moron does that?”)

But Kara isn’t as cynical as her sister…or quite as mean. So she trusts that Winn’s people skills are better than his survival skills, and resolves not to write off Lena by virtue of association alone. It’s expensive enough to live in National City; when Winn had promised a roommate that “probably won’t be tempted to murder anyone anytime soon,” that had honestly been a good enough draw. (That had, of course, been sandwiched in a perfectly normal explanation about Lena being the best student in their shared pre-med classes—Winn maintains that anyone pursuing med school that rigorously will be too tired to consider recreational murder on the side.)

So Kara takes her tentatively-moderate-expectations—along with a box of donuts as a gift—and makes her way to apartment 9b. This is technically her first time ever being a real roommate; her only other experience was sharing a wall with Alex during their teenage years, and occasionally during their college years when they weren’t driving each other crazy. So maybe, because she’s never had to deal with boundaries or tact with her sister, she kind of…abandons all formalities and just uses her brand new key to open the front door.

(In hindsight, she really should have knocked first.)

“Golly!” Almost immediately, Kara is jumping right back out into the hallway, and the box of donuts is falling to a tragic death on the carpet. Oh no. Oh gosh. This is more embarrassing than trying to climb up the library during an earthquake drill—

She is still sitting on the floor, dumbstruck, with maple glaze smearing on her jeans when the door opens again. Lena Luthor pokes her head out, and she is simultaneously everything Kara expected and everything she didn’t. Per Winn’s description, Lena is indeed “classically beautiful,” and she has one of those faces: slightly closed off, hesitant to emote much. And when she has clothes on, she truly does have the fashion sense of an aspiring college professor, albeit with a touch more lipstick than Kara would expect.

“Okay, maybe I’m crazy,” Lena says slowly, “but did I hear you say that out loud?”

Kara immediately lifts her head up to squint at the direction of the strange voice. Lena has very pretty green eyes, but they are exceptionally confused at the moment. “What?” she says, echoing that same perplexment in her own voice.

“I could’ve sworn you said ‘golly,’ like some kind of peasant in a Christmas Carol or something,” Lena says, as if that’s a totally normal route of conversation to take after being caught naked. She leans halfway out the door, looking down at Kara with that attractive, baffled expression on her face, and all Kara has taken from this encounter so far is that her new roommate is hot.

“I...did say that,” Kara says after a beat. “But in my defense, I was completely surprised.” As one might be walking in on anybody naked, she thinks, but doesn’t actually say out loud.

“Right.” And then Lena frowns, slightly, in a manner that makes her lipsticked mouth twist down a corner. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were coming by today. I could have sworn your text mentioned your move in day being the third.”

Kara stretches her leg out and pretends the sole of her shoe isn’t caked in chocolate icing. “Today is the third,” she points out, and then hastily adds, “And um—I’m sorry. I should have knocked. I just didn’t know you were…”

“Showering,” Lena finishes, at the same time Kara says,

“...a nudist.”

Lena stares. And then she blinks, and then she stares some more. “What?” This time, that careful kind of confusion entirely drops, and now she’s looking at Kara like she has grown two heads. “How do you automatically jump to that?”

“Because you’re naked in the middle of the day?!” It’s pretty self-explanatory in her opinion, but Kara still gets up off the floor in order to better face her new roommate (and because it feels strangely like she is the one being judged right now). “Everyone knows that showering is a night or a morning time thing—walking around naked any other time is weird.”

“Wow,” Lena says, and she actually crosses her arms, further cementing the whole Kara-is-the-one-being-judged thing. “I can’t believe you think nudists are weird. That’s pretty ironic coming from Tiny Tim.”

“Hey, I never said I thought nudists were weird. Just, their hobbies are. Is being naked a hobby?” Kara considers delving into that discussion, but Lena is squinting at her (and Lena has a very piercing squint), so she drops the subject. “Anyway, it’s fine if you’re a nudist. I can just…start wearing sunglasses inside, or something.”

“Because my naked body is that blinding?” Lena scowls. “I don’t go out in the sun much, alright, so sue me for being pale—”

“That’s not what I meant!” Kara blurts, helpless, and she knows in that instant she’s gone entirely red in the face. “I, uh. I didn’t mean to sound judge-y. Really, I don’t care what you do in your spare time. Unless…can I ask if you smoke?”

And it is with that sheepish question that Lena’s affrontive attitude slowly begins to fade. “No,” she says, in a manner that is faintly amused. “But I’m glad that’s your priority. Seriously? Are you really just going to say you’d be fine if I spent every single waking moment in our apartment naked?”

Kara shrugs, still flushed up to the tips of her ears, and makes a valiant effort not to think about that when Lena almost-smiles she can see the indent of a possible dimple on her cheek. “Well, if that’s what you want,” Kara says. “I won’t…stare or anything, I promise.”

“That’s comforting, but I’m not a nudist.” Lena smiles, and yep—dimple—Kara is pretty much done for.

“Okay.”

“No, I mean it.” And then that smile drops as Lena suddenly reconsiders something. “Also, why do you assume it’s weird to be naked in the afternoon?”

Kara gestures vaguely with her hands to where her watch would be. “Because,” she says, “it’s weird to shower in the afternoon.”

“But what if I had been naked for another reason besides showering?” Lena apparently has the ability to raise her whole eyebrow, and it’s unfair how mesmerizing that is.

“Like…non-nudist reasons?” Kara asks, and Lena’s smile comes back in a mischievous form.

“Yes, exactly.”

“Uh,” Kara says ineloquently, and suddenly her mind is coming up with far too many scenarios that she really shouldn’t. “That would be fine. Too. I mean, I can wear earplugs with the sunglasses. Or I can just wait out here too, until you’re…done. The carpet here is pretty comfortable. Is it the same in the apartment? ‘Cause if so, I mean, the landlord really outdid himself. I’ve had carpets that aren’t half as fluffy in hotel rooms that charged way more than—”

Lena cracks the door wider, and then her gaze drifts over towards where Kara’s housewarming donut gift has landed. “Have I broken you?” she asks. “Or are you always this awkward around naked women?”

“I’m—what?” Kara sputters. “I’m completely normal around naked women. Sometimes I am also a naked women.”

“Right,” Lena says, “when you shower in the morning. Or night.”

Kara frowns. “Yes,” she says, “and that's completely normal. And not weird.”

“Noted.” Lena pulls open the door the rest of the way, then throws a dangerous sort of smirk over her shoulder. “You are Kara Danvers, right? I’d hate to have to re-do the apartment tour, so if you’ve just come to break in, I have to warn you: I’m saving for med school, so I pretty much own nothing of value.”

“Yeah, no, I’m...Kara,” Kara says, slightly bewildered, but she gathers her bag and her donut box trash and follows Lena inside; she’ll have to deal with the mess outside later. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself. I just forgot, with the whole…”

“It’s alright.” Lena scrunches her nose up apologetically, suddenly quite sheepish; if Kara had to pick a word, she’d call the tic adorable. “I didn’t exactly introduce myself either. Well, at least in the traditional sense.” She leads Kara into the kitchen, where there is a bottle of wine sitting on the table. “Can I make it up to you with a drink?”

And Kara doesn’t know how, exactly, she’s going to live like this—going to live with the knowledge that her new roommate apparently showers in the afternoon, and drinks a whole bottle of wine alone, and makes sexual references to people she’s known for all of twenty minutes. In other words:

“Yeah,” Kara says, nudging her glasses up her nose and delighting in the curve of Lena’s ensuing smile. “I could go for a drink.”

[absolutelyfizzing]

He can't hurt you anymore

Bucky x reader

Description - Reader is the barista that Bucky has befriended at his local coffee shop but he thinks you may be hiding something. Your boyfriend might not be as kind as he tries to come off as. One day Bucky investigates and intervenes. Takes place around TFATWS but the shield isn't a factor. After the events of Endgame. Its pretty platonic Buck x Reader but it's sort of implied that future romance is probably a thing.

Warnings - TW DOMESTIC ABUSE!!! This is a big part of the story, if this is triggering for you, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you are in a situation where you need help getting out of an abusing household please get help. also endgame spoilers! Theres some cussing as well and female pronouns are used.

Word count - 4700 ish?

A/N - I am writing this from how an abusive relationship was for ME, how I acted, and the ways that I felt. This is in no way a generalization of how these situations are for most people nor is it a romanticization of abuse. Please reach out to someone or even me if you need help or you want to talk about anything. Do not read this story if you will be harmed by reading this, PLEASE.

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Bucky's favorite part of his day was when he went to get coffee from the small shop down the street from his apartment. He didn't have many places he liked to go outside of the small room that he often felt trapped him but he knew that it was good for him to get out and interact with people. His therapist had told him as much.

He really didn't even like the coffee that much, he found that it made him jittery, but he went just to say hi to you. He always got the same order and usually got there around the same time so sometimes you would even have his coffee ready just as he was walking in. When you did things like that it made his heart flutter. He liked you in a romantic way but you only ever lightly flirted. Not wanting to scare you away, he never pressed and he kept his conversation moderately friendly. He had noticed that sometimes you seemed off. More so than he would say might be caused by a bad day.

On these days your eyes would be flying around the room and your hands shaky. You normally had bags under your eyes and you might even have bruises around your body. He also noticed that on those days you would cover up more but he could catch a glimpse of a purple bruise on your arm under your sleeve when you moved.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that today would be one of those days. He had been going to the coffee shop that you were at for probably 6 months and he had never seen you this shaken up. You seemed to be fully zoned out as you automatically did the cleaning in front of you. He had to clear his throat a bit to get you to notice him and when he did he regretted it. You flinched and your shoulders tensed before looking over to him. You relaxed a bit and a wide smile appeared on your face. He could vaguely tell it seemed to be fake but it was one of the best fake smiles he had ever seen. He almost commented on it before he noticed the bruises on your neck and arm.

"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked and his tone lightly teasing. He guessed they might be from whoever you were sleeping with having been a bit rough, something that he wouldn't have judged you for anyway. When you tensed up a bit and drew your hand to your neck he saw the look of slight fear cross your eyes.

"Oh I'm fine!" You recovered, "Didn't have time to cover them up this morning." You smiled and put your arm back down. It looked like you were going with his guess that they were from your boyfriend but in a non threatening way. His smile lessened a bit and he got out his wallet.

"Well, you know the drill. Medium americano with cream and sugar please." He sighed and he put some money in your tip jar while winking at you. You blushed and nodded before turning around to get started on his order.

While you were turned around he heard the bell on the door ring signaling that someone had entered. He turned to see who it was only to be met with an unfamiliar face. This was a bit of a rare occurrence considering he came here so often and he knew almost all of the other people who walked in. This man was large and domineering. He didn't look abnormal in any way, just that his eyes didn't hold the kindness that Bucky searched for when meeting someone new. The man pushed past Bucky to stand at the counter and knocked on it loudly, trying to get your attention. When you turned, you looked like you saw a ghost.

James studied you carefully as the color slowly came back to your face and the large smile that didn't quite seem right was plastered on your face again.

"Hey, babe! Can I get you something?" you asked him kindly and James realized that this must be your boyfriend. He noticed the slight waver that was in your voice as you spoke to to man and the way that your hands began to shake a bit.

"No thanks, I just wanted to check on you to see how you were doing and to apologize again. I was just heading in to work." Your boyfriend smiled and you flinched for a moment before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself.

"No worries, I already told you I forgave you." You grinned, this one looking more like it reached your eyes. "Have a good day at work!" You chirped at him. His hand came to your cheek and James saw you flinch before the man leaned in to kiss you. As soon as he pulled away and left, you turned back to the drink you were making for Buck and your hands were unsteady.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He tentatively asked. He didn't want to push but he had a bad feeling stuck in his stomach.

You turned to him, ready drink in hand, "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, James" You smiled and Bucky nearly swooned when you used his name. He adjusted his glove a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve on his metal arm, a habit he had when he was anxious.

"Do you mind if I drink it up here? I'd love to chat a bit." He did this pretty often. There was a seat next to the counter for employees that he would occupy on days where the shop wasn't too busy. You gazed at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"How are you now that you're all settled into the new place?" You asked gently and he smiled. He appreciated that you remembered details about him. It made him feel less crazy for having known so much about you.

"It's good! The bed still doesn't feel right and there are still boxes lying around but I cant seem to get myself to unpack all the way. If I didn't have this part of my day then I think I'd be bored out of my mind" He said. You blushed a bit and smiled. You always liked hearing about how he was doing, you worried about him. He had told you at some point that he was a veteran and that he had some issues adapting to his new life. You didn't bring it up often so as to not scare him off but you liked to check in when you could.

"You might want to start looking for something else to occupy your time then, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." You mumbled. You were still smiling a bit but your gaze had saddened.

"What do you mean? Are you leaving the city? Heading back home?" he questioned quickly. You had told him that you weren't originally from New York. You chuckled a bit at his panic.

"No, but might be moving in with my boyfriend, that guy who came in earlier." You explained but he still had a confused look on his face.

"Why does that mean you wont be working here?"

"Oh I don't know, he is trying to get me to quit while I'm figuring out life and stuff. Thinks I might be more helpful around the house and he has enough to support us both." you tried to explain but you knew the logic in your statement was flawed. The reality was that your boyfriend wanted you to be financially dependent on him but you were ignoring that as the bruises around your throat reminded you what happened to girlfriends who talked back. You looked into Bucky's eyes to find him staring sadly.

"You should be able to keep working if you want to."  He sounded urgent and you laughed it off.

"You're just mad cause you won have an excuse to see your favorite barista anymore." As you turned back to the cleaning around the shop to do. It was a quiet morning so the silence was slightly deafening. You both didn't speak for a couple minutes before James broke the silence.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked very lightly. Like he didn't want to scare you off. "I'm guessing your boyfriend left those marks and earlier when he came in-"

"It was an accident" You stated quickly. Urgently. Pleadingly. You still weren't looking at him but you had stopped cleaning. "He didn't mean to, he felt bad about it." You continued before turning to James. There were tears in your eyes and you tried to smile reassuringly.

"Those kinds of accidents shouldn't happen, Y/N" He muttered, trying not to make you feel attacked at all but also wanting to let you know that he knew something was wrong.

"It was my fault." You began.

"There is no way-"

"No it was. I messed something up and-and it was on me. James, you don't need to worry about me." Your voice was shaking a bit. "Please, don't worry about me." you were pleading. Your eyes were begging.

You both stood in silence for a moment before you began moving around. You didn't really have a task to be doing but you couldn't be still. You just couldn't be still.

"I am worried" he whispered and you felt the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. You knew you situation wasn't good but you didn't feel like there was anything you could do. And you were partially still convinced that your boyfriend didn't mean it, even though past experiences had already proved you wrong. You knew that after the 5th time, it wasn't accidental. But fear and guilt held you back. You were not an aggressive person. When he yelled at you he made you feel weak. You crumbled. You would never be able to escape.

You went through the rest of your shift in moderate silence. You worked when customers came in and when they left you would try to make yourself seem busy around the shop. James sat patiently, you knew he was gong to want to walk you back to your boyfriend's apartment. Your stomach clenched as you prayed that your boyfriend wouldn't be home.

After your shift you agreed to let James walk you home, you only lived a few blocks away. You didn't talk much and you felt guilty for creating that atmosphere. When you reached your building you stopped and turned to him.

"Thank you for walking me home." You smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked and Bucky nodded.

When you turned to head into you building, he didn't leave. He waited. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to create a mess for you if he didn't need to. He stood against the building before walking in behind someone who was entering. He made his way to the address he had caught on your key earlier and stopped about 3 floors down from yours. He wouldn't intervene unless you needed him and he could listen in from further away. One of the few times he was thankful for the super serum.

"Where have you been?" a growl sounded.

"I was just-"

"Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Were you talking to that leather wearing asshole? Huh?" There was a yell. "Were you cheating on me, you bitch?!"

"No, babe, Bucky just walked me home, he was just being nice. The person taking over my shift was just a little-"

"He walked you home?" He screamed, "You're just whoring yourself out to anyone now, huh?"

At this point Bucky had heard enough but he noticed that the stairs were closed and the elevator was taking forever. He was hitting himself for not going up to your floor to be more prepared. His heart was pounding and he could feel his eyes watering.

"Babe, I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything by it, I promise-"

He heard a yelp and something making impact and he decided he was done waiting. He didn't know why the stairs were closed but it didn't matter. He broke the door to the stairwell open and he sprinted up them as fast as possible. It was easier to hear your whimpers as he got closer and he could still hear hitting.

When he made it to the door he didn't hesitate to break it in. When he entered the apartment he felt eyes on him. In the corner of your living room you were hunched in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face and a fresh broken lip, your boyfriend leering over you with his fist clenched.

"Get the fuck away from her." Bucky felt himself growl. He didn't want to hurt this guy in front of you, knowing that would traumatize you more, but it was taking everything in him not to snap his neck right then.

"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Your boyfriend sneered, "You have no right to come in here and tell be how I'm supposed to deal with my girlfriend. Get the fuck out!" Your boyfriend had moved away from you and you took a bit of a breath. Bucky noticed the shaking of your body as you breathed and he saw red.

Before he really considered what he was doing Bucky was already moving toward the man in the middle of the room, his metal hand clenched. He moved to grab your boyfriend's arm and when he tried to block, going into the fight cocky, Bucky decided he would put him in his place. With what seemed to be minimal effort, Bucky turned the mans arm around and jammed his knee into his back. Once your boyfriend was on the floor, in less than 10 seconds, Bucky had his knee on his chest and his metal arm on his neck.

"You will never lay another finger on her again, you understand me? You're gonna go to fucking prison and you'll never be able to get near her again." Bucky growled at the man who was struggling futilely beneath him. He pressed on his neck harder and waited for his body to give out, holding long enough that he would be knocked out for at least a few minutes so he could get you out of there.

Bucky looked up at you and you were still shaking in the corner, seemingly still terrified. You looked so different from the girl he had come to know. Bucky realized that he might have just made you more scared of him but he knew it was worth it to get you out of the situation. You gulped and took a deep shaky breath before moving to stand up. Bucky moved to stand also to go over and help you but you immediately say back down.

"Hey, doll. I'm not gonna hurt you-" Bucky started but you cut him off.

"I know, I know I just..." You took another shallow breath and looked at the man Bucky was no longer holding down. He could get free and move toward you now if he were to wake up. Bucky understood your gaze sighed a bit, looking around the apartment he now realized probably belonged to your boyfriend. He then noticed the belt on your boyfriend and moved to take it off so he could tie him up with it. He heard you whimper and he made a guess as to why, his heart clenching once again. He quickly bound the large man's hands and attached him to a support beam in the middle of the room. He checked the bindings using larger movements than he needed to so that you would see they were tight from your spot across the room. Bucky then stood and slowly made his way near you. Instead of trying to get very close, he opted to sit against the wall about halfway between you and the man tied up in the room, trying to make sure that you didn't feel threatened by him and that you knew your boyfriend was no longer a threat.

"I'm gonna call a friend okay? You're okay now." Buck said gently to you and you nodded. Your eyes were watery as tears began to fall and you scooted a little closer to Bucky, still not sitting close enough to touch. Bucky made no move to push you.  He instead just dialed the only person he could think of.

"Hey, Sam... You in town?.. I know but I need some help. I need the police here and if you could drive too that would be great. I got someone here I don't want going in a cop car... I know that's a lot to ask but I wouldn't be asking if it weren't serious... Please?.. That would be great if she's there." It seemed that the 'please' made the person on the other line agree. Bucky hung up and looked toward you. "Someone's on the way, okay? Do you need anything right now or need any medical help thats urgent?"He tried to be gentle but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. If there was severe damage somewhere he needed to know now.

"N-no, it wasn't that bad. It's just my face and my ribs I guess but I've healed from worse." You mumbled, trying to be reassuring but then realizing that you may have made him feel worse. "I'm sorry" You mumbled as the tears began again.

"Whoa, what on earth are you sorry for?" Bucky asked as he felt his own eyes begin to water.

"Its just that-" you took a breath for a moment and tried to calm your shaking, "this isn't your job and I'm sorry that you have to deal with it and that I couldn't do it on my own." You cried a bit, Bucky barely being able to make out your words with how quietly you were speaking. He wasn't entirely sure how to help. He experimentally slid a hand along the floor toward you going very slowly so you could move or tell him to stop if you wanted. Instead you moved your hand and reached out so your fingers were touching on the floor. You still didn't move closer to him but the nonthreatening contact made you feel a bit better. He spoke up quietly.

"Y/N, I know this has been a really hard day for you and probably been rough for however long you've been with that asshole but you need to understand that this is not your fault. You did not make him do this to you and you did not deserve it. You will never be in a room alone with him again, okay?" He made decisive eye contact with you and you nodded a bit. "I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you now, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He sounded reassuring and you scooted just close enough that his hand was holding yours. He smiled lightly at you and you jumped as you heard a knock at the doorframe of the entrance where the door had been practically broken off its hinges.

You tensed up immediately and Bucky stood a bit protectively in front of you, letting go of your hand in the process. You saw a tall kind looking man at the doorway, his frame slightly hunched to make sure that he didn't startle you too much. You looked at him a bit fearfully and took a deep breath before glancing at Bucky and then smiling lightly at the man in the doorway. He watched you carefully as he stepped into the apartment.

"Hey there, my name is Sam, I'm just gonna get him out of here. There's a police car with his name on it downstairs. I brought someone with me who's going to help get you out of here to somewhere safe, okay?" He smiled at you as he moved toward the man tied up in the center of the room. As the bindings came off you skittered back toward the corner a bit and only eased once he was dragged out of the room. From the doorway came a redhead with bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't gotten good sleep in a while and you felt like you recognized her from somewhere.

"I'm Pepper, is it okay if I come in?" She looked nice and she had a motherly presence. You nodded and smiled a bit. Her gaze softened further and she walked slowly toward you and as she walked past Bucky she touched his arm lightly, conveying something that you didn't quite understand. "Can I help you up?" she asked as she stood in front of you, her hand reached out. You nodded and put your hand in hers, allowing her to pull you up. You felt the damage that had been done more clearly when you stood up, there was definitely something wrong with your ribs and your stomach. She carefully and slowly put an arm around your shoulders as she herded you out of the apartment. you looked back to where Bucky was standing and he smiled at you reassuringly but his eyes seemed sad. You let yourself be led to a car outside with a man that Pepper called "Happy" driving. She sat in the back with you and made casual one sided conversation to put you at ease.

Back at your apartment Bucky began to try to pack you a bag. He knew that Pepper would take good care of you and wouldn't let anything happen. He would meet you at the Avengers tower later, assuming you would be staying there until you felt comfortable living by yourself at your own apartment again. He moved through your ex's apartment with a critical gaze, noting holes in the wall and a gun in the corner. He presumed it was to protect against home intruders but he didn't doubt that it had been used to threaten you too. He found the bedroom and got to work getting some things that he thought you might want like a hoodie that looked like yours and some personal belongings that were clearly your possessions. He was trying very hard not to accidentally grab something that was your ex's and once he had a full bag he headed out. He saw Sam leaned against the wall outside your building and Bucky immediately got worried.

"Wheres-"

"He's already booked at the precinct, I've got my guys on it and he isn't going anywhere." Sam reassured, having known what Bucky was going to ask. They began walking to the tower, not wanting to get in a car and knowing that the walk wasn't going to be too long.

"Sorry I had to call you, I know you were probably busy. I just didn't know who else to ask." Bucky stated quietly.

"You did the right thing, Buck. You probably saved that girl's life back there." Sam smiled a bit at the man next to him and Bucky felt a smile tug at his mouth too.

They both made light conversation as they made their way back to the tower. When they did, Bucky took a deep breath. He hadn't been back here since right after Steve left. He hadn't seen Pepper in a long time either. He needed to talk to her when he got inside to thank her and to see if she was okay. He knew she probably didn't want to see him very much but she had still helped you when he asked.

Back at the tower you were finally cleared from the medical wing. You were still shaky but you were masking it pretty well and you were about back to where you functioned daily where you could fake smiles if you needed to. Pepper stayed by you the whole time and you met a little girl named Morgan who was very excited to tell you stories that put you at ease. Eventually Pepper led you to a room that she said you could use to sleep and shower in for now and that you could call the AI if you needed anything at all. You asked it to tell you when Bucky got back and it said it would. You also now knew that you recognized her as Iron Man's wife but you didn't mention it, knowing she had lost her husband semi-recently. You also recognized that Sam, who you had met earlier, was the Falcon. Then came the question of who was Bucky. You knew there was a James Barnes associated with the Avengers but you'd never seen him and you knew he had a metal arm, something that you weren't sure was  part of Bucky. You showered and cried again in the shower but this time out of relief. You realized that you didn't have to go home to that awful man and that you were finally safe.

The AI, you thought you'd heard Pepper call it FRIDAY, let you know that Bucky was in the building along with Sam. You dressed in the clothes that pepper had given to you, a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt, and left your room. You carefully padded down the hallway, prepared to ask FRIDAY where you were if you got lost. Instead you saw Bucky down a hallway carrying a bag that you recognized as your own. Now that you were a bit calmed down you knew what you had to do. You got closer to each other, Bucky smiling slightly, and he stopped so that he wouldn't get close to you if you didn't want him to. Instead you continued walking toward him until you got close enough that you could wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He stood in shock before dropping the bag and wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. You reached out to the other one and felt the hardness of it. You guessed then that he must be the winter soldier that you'd heard about but you continued to wrap it around yourself so that he was hugging you all the way. You took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, James." You murmured and you heard his heart pick up its pace. He tightened his arms around you and sighed.

"You’re welcome, doll" he accepted the thanks with a bit of apprehension but this wasn't the time to argue about whether or not thanks were needed. "I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." He stated quietly and he was reassuring himself more than you. Your arms tightened around him more and he decided that he would protect you with all he had if you would let him.

[write-like-wright]

You spoke the words "Julian Thirst" and have summoned me!! I would like to request Asra 'rewarding' or 'punishing' him <3

Yoo, first non AA request!! Thank you, it's so nice to step outside of the box every once in a while!! <3

Pairing: Julian Devorak x Asra Alnazar aka Asrian

Warnings: smut, d/s dynamics, Julian getting punished and rewarded and punished again, oral sex, dirty talk with a smidge of degradation

Wordcount: 677

If you know what happens in this scene, you know.

"You're a piece of work, Ilya, you know that? I'm getting tired of your tricks." Asra rolls his eyes, yet is unable to stop a smile from forming on his full lips as he drags Julian by his bony elbow through the market in search of a secluded area.

"Ohoho, a witch tired of my tricks? Why, I never thought I'd see the day-Mmh!" Whatever snarky reply is about to cross Julian's chewed up lips is silenced when Asra pulls him down by the collar of his coat, claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss.

They're in an alleyway behind a row of stalls, hopefully hidden enough from the public eye to do what Asra has in mind. "What an insufferable thing you are, Ilya," Asra whispers, looking up at the flame-haired doctor whose eyes are already hooded at the sudden display of dominance, white teeth digging into his plump bottom lip.

"Getting so bold and handsy in front of all these people like a common whore," Asra purrs, knowing the good doctor will appreciate the description. "Did you think I'd let you paw at me like that in broad daylight with no repercussions?" The lump in Julian's slender throat bobs when he swallows, shaking his head without blinking.

"Good. Then you know you must be punished, though I'm not certain if you'll consider this much of a punishment," Asra grins, his slender fingers quickly undoing the lacing on his breeches. His cock is half hard when he pulls it out, a few droplets leaking from the head. "Get on your knees."

Julian swallows hard, head involuntarily turning towards the bustling market. "H-Here?" Hesitant as he may be, he drops to his knees with no protest when Asra nods, hungrily eyeing his lover's hardening member. His tongue subconsciously darts out to wet his lips, looking up at Asra for approval.

"Open your mouth," the magician orders, one hand lazily wrapping around his own cock, the other tangling in the doctor's auburn curls. Julian obeys, his jaw unclenching to reveal his skilled tongue. Asra's cock pushes past his lips not a moment later, the snow-haired man's narrow hips pushing into the wet cavern of his mouth without mercy.

"Lovely," Asra gasps, the softness in his voice a clear contrast to the ferocity his hips move with. "I told you I'd wash your mouth out with soap if you kept whispering those naughty things into my ear earlier, didn't I? Hopefully, this will be just as effective." He chuckles, knowing he's right from the way Julian whines with his lips wrapped around his shaft.

To Julian's credit, he is quite good with his mouth, especially when it comes to matters that don't involve speaking. It doesn't take long for heat to spread throughout Asra's lithe body, pleasure curling in every muscle. "Would you like a reward for your troubles?" He grins down at the kneeling doctor who moans lewdly in agreement, sound thankfully muffled by Asra's own body. He finishes with a whimper, biting down on his thumb to keep silent as Julian works him through his climax, swallowing every last drop of his release.

Julian pulls away and rises when Asra gently nudges his head away, dusting off the dirt gathering on his boots. They exchange a heated kiss as Asra straightens his own clothes out. "Let's go," the magician urges Julian out of the alley before they get discovered. "W-Wait," Julian whines, giving Asra the most pleading look he can muster, "What about me?" There's a clear bulge in the doctor's pants, straining against the fabric of his grey breeches.

"Ah," Asra muses, shrugging his shoulders. "That's the second part of your punishment." Julian's eyes widen, another blush creeping up his neck. "S-Second part? But, but, I-" The magician shushes him with a finger on his lips, "Hush now or there will be a third."

The redhead grumbles something under his breath and pulls his coat tightly around his body, stepping out into the market once again with Asra trailing behind, a wicked smile on his face.

[cower-before-power]

Slippery When Wet: Part 2

Summary: An untimely accident in the shower leaves you injured and in need of rescue. Lucky for you, the object of your affections is more than willing to help.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, nudity, implied sexual content, description of injury (nothing graphic), unintentional voyeurism? (idk i mean like voyeurism in the name of helping i’m not sure how to say it ha), lots of dick talk, prolly really bad sex jokes

Link to A03 here

PART 1 HERE

A/N: First of all, THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO READ, LIKED, REBLOGGED AND COMMENTED ON PART 1. You are all amazing, I am so glad you are enjoying this silly little venture Gojo has dragged me on. Again, thank you so much to @ghost-party for her beta skills, you da best! I hope Part 2 makes you all happy :) please enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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You shouldn’t look. Not because you don’t want to, but if you do you’ll know what is absolutely not warming your bed at night and then you’ll probably just feel worse. But, you were overwhelmingly curious. Just a quick look couldn’t hurt.

Right?

You peek through your fingers, just at his upper half. The sight makes you curse softly under your breath. Of course he’s absolutely beautiful out of clothes, did you really expect anything less?

“If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll get dressed,” he says, “just thought this would help you out.”

Help you out? Good grief this is going to be the star of your late night fantasies for months. Because instead of dreaming it up, you now have the real thing to recall.

“No,” you take a deep breath and drop your hands. “I’m fine.”

Are you though? He’s built to perfection, checking off all the boxes on your “Things I find physically attractive” checklist. You marvel at this long column of his throat, sweeping down into a set of collarbones that would make models die of envy. His chest is hairless (did he wax or was it just naturally that way?), miles of smooth skin and muscle that your fingers were just itching to trace.

Your eyes trail down past his stomach, briefly cataloging the very nice set of abs, before settling on what you were the most curious about.

The snort of laughter escapes your lips before you can stop it.

“Excuse me, did you just look at my dick and laugh?” He asks accusingly, crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you giggle at the disgruntled expression on his face. “It’s just, I’ve always wondered if the carpet matched the drapes since I assumed you dye your hair. Guess I was wrong.”

For the first time since you’ve known him, Gojo Satoru visibly deflates.

“That’s what you’ve thought about?” His voice is full of frustrated disbelief. “My pubic hair?”

You can’t stop giggling. “You can’t blame a girl for being curious! Are you sure you shouldn’t get rid of it though? Doesn’t the white make people think they’re boning an old man?”

“The utter disrespect,” he gasps, shaking his head. “I can assure you that is the last thing on their minds when I’m working my magic.”

You wonder why you aren’t feeling more flustered. The fun and teasing atmosphere feels almost refreshing after the intense back and forth that was just occurring.

“What, you casting spells for dry weather?”

“Oh, you are evil!” He moans, then looks down at himself. “Don’t listen to her, big guy. You know what you can do.”

“For fuck’s sake, don’t talk to it,” you roll your eyes, trying not to grin. “And don’t oversell the merchandise. It’s average, at best.”

(It isn’t. It’s probably the nicest looking one you’ve ever seen. But him and his astronomical ego do not need to know that)

Gojo grabs his chest as if you’ve physically wounded him. “Ouch! Shots fired, target annihilated!”

“You’re such a drama queen,” you sigh. You wonder if he notices the quiet fondness in your voice.

He opens his mouth as if to retaliate, but then suddenly shuts it. A look comes over his face as if he’s just remembered something very interesting and important.

“Hey,” he says, and you watch his mouth spread into a smile. “You said you’d wondered if the carpet matched the drapes. That means you definitely imagined me naked at least once.”

And your blush is back.

“What of it?” You huff, cross your arms and looking away. “It’s only natural. I’ve thought of lots of people naked.”

“Do you ever imagine sleeping with me?”

The question causes you to choke on your breath.

“What-why would you ask that?”

“Inquiring minds want to know.”

You take a look at him, standing naked and unashamed in front of you. His smile is different; there’s a sultry edge to it you’ve never seen before.

“Maybe inquiring minds should stuff it,” you stick out your tongue. Immature, but he’s got you feeling all funny now.

“Well, I’ve thought about it,” he says. “I’ve thought about it quite a lot, actually.”

Your heart misses a beat in your chest.

“You have?” Your voice squeaks as you force the words out.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” He asks, tilting his head like a curious puppy.

You consider the question. You’ve got insecurities, but you know you are a decent looking person. And despite his flightiness about many things, Gojo has actually never given you the impression that he’s shallow in that way.

“I don’t know,” you say truthfully. “I guess I just never considered the possibility that you were interested in me in that way.”

He sighs. “Pumpkin, I’m not blind. You are stupidly attractive. Every time we’re out in Tokyo you’ve got a million guys and gals staring at you.”

“I just always assumed they were staring at your and your stupid blindfold,” you scrub at your cheeks with your palms, trying to rid yourself of some of the perplexing confusion you feel swirling inside you. “How come you’ve never made a move?”

“Would you have wanted me to?”

You want to shout at him, to say of course yes a thousand times yes, but you pause. You realize you’ve never given him any signals, any hint that he was more than just your often annoying friend. Sure, you blushed at his silly flirting, but so did lots of people.

You shift back through your interactions, all the missions, the late night hang outs, the strolls through the city. Nowhere can you find any instant where your ever expanding feelings might have risen to the surface. But still, would your seeming indifference deter him? He was a very self assured man, after all.

“You have confidence coming out your ass, it’s hard to believe you wouldn’t make a move anyways, just to see,” you say instead.

His whole demeanor softens. “I didn’t want to fuck anything up.”

Oh.

OH.

And you know exactly what he means. It’s why you’ve never said anything, why you forced your desires deep down into the pit of your being when in his presence.

It seems even the strongest shaman could be afraid of something.

“It’s not just about fucking, is it?” You ask, feeling your whole body start to tremble.

“It was never just about fucking,” he replies, and it’s like the universe explodes before your very eyes. “Why do you think I spend all my free time with you?”

“To annoy me?” You croak feebly. “To eat all my snacks? To enjoy torturing me by spoiling the end to every movie we watch?”

He chuckles. “Just side bonuses. Being with you is the real prize, pumpkin.”

“Oh,” you whisper, and your brain whirs like an overworked laptop. You’re having trouble processing that this is actually happening, that the man you’ve been pining after for what feels like forever is really standing there, confessing his own feelings.

Buck ass naked.

“You’ve got two options right now,” Gojo takes a step closer to you, and you shiver at the dominant aura that suddenly swirls around him. “Either I get dressed and we put today behind us, or I come over there and kiss you until you can’t remember your own name. Make your choice.”

Was there even a choice? There was only one option. A slow, warm feeling blooms in the middle of your chest and spreads outwards, dousing your whole shaking body in molten yearning. It’s not a new feeling, but the sensations are different. Because now you can give in to it.

“Kiss me,” you blurt out, breathless and giddy. “Get the fuck over here and kiss me.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

A flash of a savage grin, the soft thump of footsteps and then you are numb to everything but him.

He tastes like sugary coffee and chapstick, lips hard and hot against yours as he kisses you like he’ll die if he stops. He’s everywhere at once, in all your senses, drowning you in his onslaught of desirous fervour. It’s not a timid kiss of new sweethearts; it’s a passionate embrace of long overdue lovers.

Your hands run over every inch of him they can reach, mapping the ridges and valleys of his exposed skin. His own slip beneath your shirt to spread across your back, crushing you to him with a grip of iron. It’s not enough; you want them everywhere, you want him everywhere, until he’s branded onto your body. Until you no longer know where you end and he begins. Until he’s sunken himself into your very bones.

You need to breathe- you pull away with a gasp, one gossamer thread of saliva lazily trailing after you.

“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” You pant, digging your nails into his arms. He’s unwilling to keep his mouth off you, now pressing scalding kisses along your jaw.

“Blame it on mutual stupidity,” he sighs into your skin, teeth slightly grazing the spot just below your ear. “Let’s make up for lost time, eh?”

“I’m game,” you say, a soft whine leaving your lips as he works steadily on what is sure to become a bruise.

“Good,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue across the blossoming mark before leaning back to smirk at you. “Have to make you take back all your snarky comments about me and my game.”

You giggle. “Oh, so you’re saying it won’t be as dry as a desert ‘round here?”

“Well let me just check tonight’s weather report,” he laughs, grinning cheekily as he slips a hand down between your legs, brushing gently over the front of your underwear. You bite your lip, grip on his biceps tightening.

“Ladies and gentleman, we’re in for a wet night,” he says in what you assume is his best weatherman voice. “Expect a great deal of precipitation, more so than what’s already accumulated. Perhaps we’ll even see some flooding. We’re talking possibly record setting levels here.”

You snort with laughter, pushing at him slightly. “You are such an idiot. Just shut up and put your money where your mouth is.”

“Oh, I intend to put my mouth in a lot of different places,” he removes his hand, snapping the elastic band of your underwear against your hip as he goes. “I know I just got you into these, but shall I undress you now?”

“Yes please,” you nod eagerly, already wiggling out of your shirt. He quickly helps remove the offending garment, but in all the lust and excitement you’ve forgotten about your shoulder, and you moan in pain when you jostle it.

“Owwwwwwie, stupid shoulder!”

“Shhh, pumpkin,” Gojo coos gently, leaning down to pepper the area with kisses. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

You feel yourself melt at the sudden tender display, and you can’t help but run your fingers through his luscious hair as he continues to smother your bruised shoulder in affection. “You already are, Satoru.”

The first name slips out unexpectedly, but you like the way it rolls off your tongue. He seems to as well, judging by the pleased noise that rumbles from his chest.

“Well, allow me to continue then,” he purrs, and his lips leave your shoulder to capture yours in another toe curling kiss. You press yourself to him, the feel of his bare skin against yours sending a thrill shooting down your spine.

An idea suddenly pops into your head.

“I never got to finish my shower,” you break your kiss to speak, looking up at him under your lashes.

He catches on immediately, his smile once again turning primal. It makes your knees weak and your gut clench in anticipation.

“Maybe you should help me, since I’m injured and all,” you push yourself even closer to him, shivering at the feeling of his not-so-average excitement pressing against your belly.

“Hmmmm, I could do that,” he’s already got his fingers hooked in your underwear, slowly starting to push them down your hips. “But what if you slip again?”

“Well, you’ll just have to catch me then,” you wink at him. “With your dick.”

He roars with laughter, and your heart has never been more full.

“Oh, I’ll do more than just catch you, pumpkin,” he growls playfully, and before you can blink he’s rid you of your bottoms and swept you up into his arms. “I’m going to absolutely wreck you.”

You reach up to kiss him as he pounds towards the bathroom, your blood on fire and only one thought in your head.

Bless that stupid, slippery, wonderful bar of soap.

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