#go on and go busters shaking hands over here

[mitochondriac-writes]

Sing 2: Buster Moon x GN!Reader

First true post of this account! Takes place the night after Jimmy threatens Buster for lying about his connection with Clay Calloway.

Reader is implied to be a mammalian creature.

“Buster. ...Buster.”

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I'm fine.”

A minute passed before you sighed and sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“Really? Because, you're shaking like a leaf. Is it too cold in here or something?”

Buster began to insist that nothing was wrong, but realized how hard he was trembling. He took a deep breath (which did absolutely nothing for his nerves) then turned his head and smiled at you.

“I think it is. Do you think you can go find the thermostat and turn it up a smidge?”

“Fine...”

Buster watched you get out of bed and walk away, waiting until you were out of sight to break down. He took shaky breaths, holding his hands over his face as his meeting with Jimmy Crystal replayed in his mind yet again. The bared teeth, the claws digging into the wood, the recurring threat of getting thrown out of the window- every detail about the encounter had induced a primal fear unlike any the koala had ever experienced.

Buster knew- well, hoped that Jimmy was exaggerating with the murder threat. Even so, the fear of embarrassing not only himself but his theater, thus proving Suki's harsh words true...

“I have no idea why anyone would make a thermostat so complex, but I think... okay, you are not fine.”

Buster tried to pull himself together but it was too late. You had already seen enough, and seconds later you were back in bed pulling him close for a comforting hug.

“No no no, I'm alright. I'm just... thinking about that movie we watched a week ago.”

“That was a comedy, Buster. You laughed the whole time.”

Buster said nothing, light tremors still wracking through his body as you began to stroke the fur atop his head.

“If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But I feel like you do.”

Things were quiet between you and Buster for a while. Eventually his trembling lessened to the point where it was hardly noticeable and he was able to breathe without his lungs stuttering.

“I'm just... stressed. That's all.”

You felt like there was something that Buster wasn't telling you. After all, you had seen him stressed before and this was far more than that. But you also felt like his answer was the most you were going to get out of him tonight, so you let it go.

“Everything's going to be fine, Buster. And I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. You have a way of making things work out.”

Buster didn't respond, but hugged you a little tighter. You pulled the blanket up to his shoulders, then kissed the top of his head.

“Tomorrow will be a better day. Now, get some sleep.”

Buster closed his eyes, finding comfort in the rise and fall of your chest as you dozed off. Tomorrow was going to be a better day. Because Ms. Crawley would be back with Clay Calloway, and if not then he would drive out to who-knows-where and get the recluse himself.

This production was going to be a success, even if it killed him.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Now we’ve got a lil one shot on our hands. Inspired by real, recent events, here’s Manager!Steve, Coworker!Robin, and Hella Anxious!Reader. Incredibly self indulgent, but I had quite a shit day at work and I like to write my feelings. Currently I've built myself a nest on a couch and I'm listening to 1D, What a night. Putting If I Could Fly on looop. All platonic because uhhh Steve’s her boss and also work relationships weird me out. Sorry to all the requests I could be working on, you're getting this instead. Only warning is that all of this is something that happened to me Tuhday (well yesterday since *john mulaney as that one kid at a sleep over voice* It’s tomorrow now. Except I work at a pet store not a video store (though it did use to be a block buster so every time something weird happens like something falling off a shelf We call it the ghost of block buster) So yeah, graphic depiction of what a panic attack looks like for me. Yolo babes, I love you all, please be nice to your cashiers

I’m not going to try and tell myself this is good, I’m just focused on the catharsis of it <3

It was fine, it was all gonna be fine. Steve would take care of it, Robin's right there with you, it's ok.

But this woman just kept arguing. You did everything right, honestly you did, you thought you did, did you? You made a mistake, the computer didn't take off her discount, she came back, brought her receipt, you asked Robin, she got Steve, he'll take care of it. You did everything right, you kept telling yourself.

You tried keeping your focus on your own work, but the unfortunate proximity of both registers was not working in your favor. Steve on the other side of the cramped space and Robin in between you. And you had your work cut out for you, especially with the line this woman was creating.

It wasn't anyone's fault, but as soon as you called Robin over you apologized for what a hassle it was proving to be. For whatever reason the computer just would not work. And she would not stop talking.

The woman you were currently scanning out made a strange face. Fuck, fuck, not personable enough. Smile, y/n, come on. She clearly saw the look of straight despair pass your face and quickly, gently corrected herself with a shake of her head and a soft smile. "It can only get better."

With the day you've had, you hope so. "Thank you. Have a good day."

"You too, sweetheart, have a good one." What a jinx that was.

You took a deep breath and smiled, trying to fake-it-till-you-make-it with the next customer, all bright smiles and holding the contempt out of your 'Hi, how are you's. But there she was, right behind you. You could only hear bits of what she was saying, "If she needed help she should have asked for it."

"She did ask for help, I am the help." Steve has a short fuse when it comes to anyone being rude to one of his cashiers. When they get short with him, patience of a saint. With you, Robin, or anyone else? Karens never have a leg to stand on. "The computer made a mistake, we're working on it. Thank you for your patience." The fact that you could hear him getting annoyed helped too, made you feel less alone.

The line was only getting longer, your hands only shakier. You were scanning the stack of tapes when you looked back at the computer. At some point it stopped scanning but you didn't know where. So much, so much going on around you. Just everything. You tried looking back at the tapes trying to figure out which one was last. No, no more.

As soon as you turned to Robin and she saw the look on your face she caught on. Vocal chords obviously failing, you raised a trembling hand and shook your head. "Go to the back, go."

You nodded and rushed into the little corner behind the door, finding your little folding chair and pulling your knees up with your feet on the seat. Chest heaving, sucking in as much air as your body would let you. Heart hammering, you could feel it in your throat. Practically mute, you dialed the only number you could think of.

Thank god both stores just updated to caller id. "Hey, kiddo. What's up?" Joyce knew it was you. You're the only one at FV that ever calls Melvald's. The only response she got was heavy breathing and a whimpered 'm-mm' with a head shake she couldn't see. "Hey, hey, what happened?"

You stretched out in the chair, tipping your head up to hopefully breathe a little better, but still all you could manage was a hum. Joyce knew she wasn't getting an answer anytime soon. "Just focus on me hun, alright? What can you see? What can you touch?"

All you could feel was something like that time some people you can’t call friends anymore shoved your ass on one of those ferris wheels from hell, the kind with the cage and the force of it flips you backwards. The seatbelt was hardly enough to hold you down and your were flying out of the seat even on the up shoot. The bar gave you bruises that lasted for days.

That, but amped up to 11.

Tension in every muscle, shaking like a leaf, your face crumbling like one too. But at least you can talk now.

“What happened honey?”

“I don’t- I- Her discount, I don’t- I dunno,” you ended with another whimper.

“You should pull a Hopper.”

“Hmm?”

“Start tapping your finger and give her a quarter, ‘Here’s your discount.”

You huffed out a whisper of a laugh as best you could, “I don’t think that’s allowed.”

“Well it should be. You ok? Feeling better?”

“My teeth hurt.”

“What?”

You can breathe again.

“Yeah, these ones, like the bottom ones.”

“How?”

You hummed something close to ‘I don’t know’ “And like, half my face feels like pins and needles.”

“You’re alright hun, you’re ok. You’re gonna be ok. It’s not worth getting yourself worked up about, ok? You didn’t do a thing wrong.”

“Mhm”

“Good, you wanna stay on or you wanna get back to work.”

“I can go.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later. I love you.”

“See you later, Iloveyou.”

One more deep breath and you left your sanctuary. Ready to get out there with a shaky body and nervous spirit, but ready none the less. The second you opened the door Steve was right out there, be trailed off his conversation with a customer Robin was helping with a raised finger that became the palm he held out for you. You let yourself into his side, one arm around his back and the other tucked up to your chest. “There’s always gonna be one, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“You feelin alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, me and Robin are always here if you need anything. ‘cept she just left to go look for you. That lady was a bitch but you’re ok.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.” He pat your shoulder before letting go. You went back up to your register and pulled your shirt sleeves tighter across your crossed arms, swaying yourself back and forth. “You even got Keith on your side. There was this one time, I forget who it was but someone was being rude to Carley and he just went ‘You’re not being very nice’ and he just kept saying it. Wagging finger and everything.” He was proud of the giggle he managed from you. “You’re not being very nice,’ then he kept going. ‘I’m gonna need you to be a lot nicer.’”

“Oh you’re back,” Robin hugged you too, full body, rocking you side to side. “Better?” you nodded over her shoulder. “Good. But you know I would fight someone for you.”

“What?”

“Mhm, no they wanna play, I’m not letting anything happen to you, nu-uh, not on my watch. I got my hair up today, I’m ready to go. I couldn’t even look at her, I was bout to snap.”

“She was glaring at the back of your head.”

“What?” Robin asked on your behalf.

“Yeah, I didn’t know it was you though, I thought she was looking at Robin.”

“And she kept saying ‘She lied, she lied’ I’m like lady, what does she gain from this?”

“Nothing”

“Exactly, nothing. Steve was about to walk away as soon as she left but you just went to the back so I grabbed him by the back of the collar. Then he was like ‘Do we have a problem?’ To the guy and I was dying laughing.”

“No, now I feel bad I ran away.”

“No no, don’t worry about it, he understood.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Said she was a bitch, too.”

Steve cleared his throat and Robin kept going. “Uh oh, look like manager Steve is in the building.”

“Yeah, manager Steve has been here since 7 this morning and he’d like to leave. Robin, you’re under strict instructions, anything like that happens again, you get her out of there. Middle of a transaction, I don’t care, you get her out.”

“Ok, yeah, I can do that.”

“Good, you alright with that?”

“Mhm.”

“Good, good. You two gonna be ok if I go?” But you both know he really just meant you.

Robin looked at you and you nodded. She said yes for both of you.

“Alright, I’ll get out of your hair as soon as Keith gets here, then we can put that lady on the do not return list. Sound good?”

You both gave him thumbs up and finally the day really could only get better.

I’m tagging you guys cus I’m sad and I need people to love me since I don’t have Steve and Robin to. @sw34terw34ther @loving-and-dreaming @beezywriting @manyfandomsfanvergent @katsu28 @steveharringtonlovesme @steveharringtonsleftshoe @new-romqntics @babyrunsforfanfic

[elegantmusicdragon]

Nameless

Part 7 of Love, Animals, and The Stolen Goat

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x AnimalHandler!Reader (f!Reader; nicknamed Panda)

Rating/Warning: M! Language - a few f*bombs. REALLY crude references to sex - the word blowjob is used once. Making fun of celebrity names. 

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You still didn’t know Dieter’s real name. 

Like, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t really THAT important. But it was the principle of the thing! The two of you had had sex at least sixteen times at this point - listen, rocky road ice cream has magical properties and it may have lead to the best four rounds of sex you had ever had back to back. Dieter was a freak in the sheets and you were grateful for it. 

You just wish you could be grateful for his REAL NAME. 

And you had tried to pry it out of him - like you pulled out all the stops. The funniest jokes you ever heard - 

“PANDA JESUS CHRIST DON’T MAKE ME PEE MY PANTS!” 

Buster snuggles - 

“Aw, who’s a good boy? Who wants chin scritches? Is it you? Is it you??” 

Margie knee mashing - 

“Margie for the love of all that is holy stop. That hurts!” 

Lingerie - 

“Good god, Panda. Are you looking to give me a heart attack? Get on the bed before I kick it in the best way possible.” 

And the absolute best blowjob you had ever given in your entire life - 

“Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no.” 

You still didn’t know why he started saying that right as he came, but you decided that some things were better left a mystery. 

And now you were curled up on your couch with Dieter’s head in your lap, Buster’s head in his lap, Margie snoozing in her portable bed, and Simon (the menace) sitting on the cushion behind you and attempting to whack your hair. 

“Simon, I swear to god if you don’t knock it off I will sell all of your mice toys and force you to eat wet food when we all know you hate it.”

Simon meows in retaliation, but stops. He knows the stakes here.

Dieter glances at Simon.

“Don’t worry, buddy. We’ll just have to get you some more dangles to play with so you stay away from your mom’s hair.”

He looks up at you and winks. 

Aaaaaaaaand your tummy is full of butterflies - dammit. 

NO. NO. NO PANDA. FOCUS. NAME. 

You clear your throat and begin to gently rub Dieter’s arm, tracing over his triangle tattoo. 

“When’d you get this?”

Dieter snorts. 

“Hell if I know, Panda. Cocaine fucks you up.”

“Oh.” You nod, a frown framing your face. Defeat. Damn. 

Dieter sees the dejected look on your face and grimaces. He clears his own throat and attempts to not make himself look even more like an asshole than he thinks he has. 

“Uhhhh. So despite my constant use of cocaine, I’m pretty sure I got this in Morocco. We were filming Desert Evening and a bunch of us decided to get tattoos because why the fuck not, y’know? Anyway, this guy Mo and I decided it would be cool to get triangle tattoos since it’s the most underrated instrument. Again, want to reiterate I was COMPLETELY high on cocaine when I made this decision but…it’s grown on me.” 

You smile. 

“That’s a fun story, Deet.” 

“I mean, I look like a moron in it but I’m glad my cocaine stories amuse you.” 

You laugh, and he starts laughing too once he sees your mood hit an upswing. 

“Why you so interested in the tattoo?” 

You gulp. Fuck. You didn’t expect him to go straight for the jugular, immediately. FUCK. 

“Well….you mentioned when we first started to hang out about your name…and-”

The deepest look of fear flashes over Dieter’s face instantaneously. RETREAT. RETREAT. 

“Butifyoudon’twannatellmeit’sfinejustforgetIsaidanythingwowlookathetimeit’s-”

He sits up so fast, Buster gets knocked off his tummy. Dieter puts his hand over your mouth. You see Buster in the corner of your eye on his back, staring at Dieter with fiery betrayal in his eyes. He whines, rights himself, and trots to Margie’s bed where he gets in and snuggles with her. Where is your camera when you need it? 

Dieter sighs. 

“I know the hand over the mouth thing is super shitty, but what I’m about to tell you will shake you to your very core and I’m not exaggerating when I say that, Panda.”

You nod, his hand still over your mouth.

“Mppph, mpph, mph.”

He smiles at you. 

“Okay. Thank you for understanding.” 

Dieter takes his hand off of your mouth. You stare at each other. Nothing like awkward silence to fill the void. Dieter clears his throat.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me.”

You nod as solemnly as you can. 

“I promise.”

He sighs. 

“Benicio Barros Ribeiro.”

You blink. Wait, what???

“Benicio?? Like Del Toro?”

“YES like Del Toro, why do you think my stage name is Dieter??” 

“I HAVE NO IDEA! WHY IS IT DIETER?”

“I LIKE MARLENE DIETRICH! SHE IS A VERY FINE ACTRESS AND I ENJOY HER WORK!”

“OKAY THAT’S A VALID REASON!”

“OKAY THEN CAN WE STOP YELLING??!”

“OKAY!!”

You look around in your post yelling haze. Buster and Margie glare at the two of you with bleary eyes. How dare you wake them up from their cute snuggly slumber? Simon has fucked off to who knows where; you’re pretty sure he’s in what he thinks is his super secret hiding spot - directly under your bed. Dieter’s face is beet red in what you’ve deemed to either be embarrassment or irritation. Deciding enough is enough, you shove him back down onto your lap and start running your fingers through his hair aggressively. If you can’t pet Margie to calm your nerves, you WILL pet your boyfriend, dammit!

It’s uncomfortably quiet for the next six and a half minutes before -

“Hey,” Dieter starts and clears his throat, “Sorry for shouting. Didn’t mean to scare you or the babies…my name is hard to talk about.”

You nod smally.  

“I just don’t understand why you’re embarrassed about the name Benicio…”

Dieter chuckles. 

“Oh it’s not the Benicio part that I find embarrassing.”

NOW you’re even more intrigued. You gently tug on the strands of hair you have gripped in your hand, eliciting a small moan from Dieter - you grin smugly. Now’s your chance!! Go for the finishing question!

“Which part is?”

Deet is so lost in your meticulously orchestrated hair playing, that his next words just slip out. 

“My middle name is Engelbert.” 

You stop, shocked. Dieter moans in frustration, oblivious to what he’s just revealed to you. 

“Engelbert?”

The spell is broken. Deet’s eyes widen in abject horror before they meet yours. 

“You mean, like, the singer?”

He covers his eyes before shouting - 

“MY MOM LOVES ENGELBERT HUMPERDINCK!! AT LEAST IT’S NOT FUCKING ELVIS!” 

Well, he has a point - you have to give him that. And you add, just to hopefully make him feel better about his ridiculously hilarious middle name - 

“It could be worse - it could be Meatloaf.”

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Part 7.5/Interlude: Bravo, Bravo, Bravo

A/N: This was a word vomit chapter written in two days and good golly gosh am I proud of this one. A lot of different sections literally made me laugh out loud! Only about 3 more parts to this story! I’m sad to say goodbye to Panda and Dieter but I have the perfect ending for them in mind! Thank you all so, so much for your continued interest in this story! It’s so fun to write - I really enjoy getting to flex my comedic muscles in this type of writing!

P.S.: My Aemond Targaryen fic only has one more part coming so if you’re interested in arranged marriages and falling in love despite that, go check it out! I’m also currently working on an Almost Famous inspired story featuring our boy - Jack “Whiskey” Daniels! Shout out to Blue and Amneris (tagged below) for expressing interest! It’s gonna have a more serious tone compared to this series, but I’m enjoying planning it out. Love you all like peanut butter loves jelly!

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[clutterfield]

GHOST BUSTERS

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader

Main mlist. Previous chapter

Synopsis

You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn’t seem so unrequited after all.

Chapter warnings

Angst, Horror

Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)

Chapter 8: The Hen House part 1

A/N. Y'all. Have you seen airport Yoongi 2022? Also, wrote this while on the road so forgive me if it's sloppy. 🥹

FLASHBACK

Smoke filled your lungs, an endless circle of tobacco and the smell of fried eggs and grilling meat as you tried to push your sweaty hair to the side, the sun beating down on your bare fore arms, the prickling heat shoved at the forefront of your mind incessantly.

You just know you were going to get a tan in weird places with the way your shirt sleeves were haphazardly rolled up to your shoulders and the frayed edge tied to a side knot just above your hip bone.

If anything you looked like a poster girl for Rosie the Riveter minus the iconic red polka-dotted headband.

You had foregone wearing shorts, opting for jeans instead as you weren't really all that comfortable showing a good amount of skin below your stomach and so it was sweltering hot as you attempted with a mild grunt to carry the multitude of colored boxes for a new resident of the Hen House - you think you've read one labelled Toys and you weren't born yesterday to decipher what that had meant.

With a blush, you enter the comfortable air conditioned lobby of the home, the receptionist smiling behind the desk before going back to jot down something on her clipboard, and you trudge up the winding staircases down to the east wing.

The Hen House, built upon an old abandoned convent back in the day boasted a sprawling ten-acre enclave lined with all kinds of trees and greenery, a massive lake just behind the structure where you mostly loved to spend your time lounging by the docks whenever you didn't have anything to do, feeding whatever woodland creature graced you with it's presence so you tended to pocket an assortment of nuts and bits and pieces of bread whenever you visit.

It was actually one of the adopted social services program for Kyung Hee, the university you were attending, extending help to women (and men) who previously worked in the under hood of Korea's red light districts and were trying to turn over a new page in their battered, worn out books.

Initially you were hesitant, what with your swamped schedule but your professor had convinced you otherwise in exchange for raising your GPA so you had agreed without thinking too much of the consequences.

Passing through the hallways all while giving a wave or two to the relatively cheerful residents doing their own thing, you come to a stop in front of a wooden door.

Lightly nudging it open, you toddle through and gently place the boxes in a corner of the room out of harm's way.

"Thanks, sweet cheeks."

Startled, you almost smack the tall intruder in his handsome face. "Oh fuck, sorry!" You bow as he barely dodges from your hands before he chuckles, bringing your flailing to a stop.

Your eyes land on the love handles peeking through his white cropped shirt.

Like a fish out of water, you blatantly ogle the dude, only to curse under your breath- first house rule, never ever check out the residents (at least openly) for several reasons, one of them being a violation of their dignity and privacy after everything they went through to get to this point.

But you couldn't help it! He easily towered over you and he was huge, like he ate protein shakes for breakfast every morning.

Clearing your throat, you hold out a hand in greeting. "I'm LN YN."

The attractive stranger nods taking your hand in his for a brief shake. "Kim Matthew, but you may call me BM."

You give him a genuine, welcoming smile. "Well then, BM, I hope you like your new home. The people here can be a handful, and crazy, and sometimes pushes all your buttons and smoke like they're sixty-five but they're all caring on the inside." You state plainly only to flush when you realize you were babbling.

You give a hasty bow, "Also, I'll be in your care from now on."

He grins, white canines glinting, the tear drop earrings he sported shimmers in the mid afternoon light streaming through the curtains as he pats your head consolingly almost amused at your little display and you look up at him shyly. "Likewise, YN."

You have a strong feeling you and him would get along just fine.

.

BM, as it turns out, became your bosom buddy even if you hadn't known him for long.

He was very well likeable and was basically good at everything, from cooking to building that cat dream house one of the matrons had always wanted, and writing poems that could rival Namjoon's, you were starting to think all beautiful people were blessed by the gods themselves.

And BM was really good at writing. Like insanely good.

So it isn't a wonder when one day, as you were raking leaves in the garden, he comes running out thrusting sheafs of paper against your face, getting you cross eyed as you tentatively take them from his excited grasp.

"I got in, YN!" He screams with giddiness and you stare confused only for your creased brows to unfurl, a giant smile lighting up your haggard demeanor.

BM had been accepted to Kyung Hee as a Literature Major under a scholarship.

The best part was, he would be sponsored to go to an Ivy League school of his choice as long as he kept his grades up.

"Woah, this is awesome!" You tell him, proud at his accomplishments as he basically lifts you up and twirls you around like you weighed nothing.

Having been a former stripper for a BDSM club, your friend didn't have many options in his career, most regarding him with an underlying sort of disgust, a used commodity but it seems the Literature department of your university thought he had great potential ahead of him if they were willing to go so far as to let him finish a Master's Degree abroad.

Once back in your feet, your beefy friend hesitates. "But... I'll be moving into the dorms before the semester starts."

You snort and smack him lightly on the chest, the only part reachable for your five foot, two inches. "Don't worry about me, dummy. I go to the same university too. Dorm visitations are allowed on weekends. And it's not like you can't just text me to meet up or something. "

He chuckles, but then his sharp eyes stray to somewhere behind you as he subconsciously grips your fingers in his. "Yeah, that's not what I'm worried about." He whispers seriously and you shoot a look at the middle aged man tottering a few steps away towards the sidewalk, as if he had just been caught peering through the fence.

You freeze. Who was that? This was the third time in a row you've caught him staring at you.

Somehow, and you don't know why but that behavior reminded you of the Bogeyman when you were younger.

You shuddered.

BM does not let you get home alone that night as he steadfastly refuses to let you drive alone. "I'll just take a cab on the way back." He says, tone final and you don't argue.

Knowing your friend for over a year now, his instincts for bad things were usually a little too spot on, (like that time you showed him a photo of an apartment you were looking into leasing which thankfully you didn't as turns out it was a trap house) having been honed by dealing with seedy and unsavory clients for almost half of his street rat years.

Maybe you should report that incident to the police just in case.

You give him a farewell kiss on the cheek and watch him walk the driveway, past the security who open the gates for him, and back into the shadows, only for you to stop in your tracks as you feel someone watching your backside (surely it wasn't the gatekeeper) and not wasting any time, you run into the house almost colliding into one of the boys dogs.

"Woof!"

You heave a sigh of relief as the brown poodle clings to your leg, tail wagging. "Holly, you scared me! " You coo only for her owner to come stumbling out into the foyer sleepily.

"Oh, you're back." He then frowns checking the clock on the wall and is fairly surprised that it's around two in the morning. He pauses awkwardly by the foot of the stairs. "...Had a hot date?" Yoongi drawls albeit uncomfortably, though you can't tell with the way his lips break out into his usual smirk.

You don't know why that gets to you, it's just a question, but it does anyway and with how tired you were the entire goddamn day and the lingering fear still rooted in your bones, a bit of light leaves your irises. "Eh." You shrug neither denying or confirming and brush past him, leaving Holly yapping in the background and her owner stumped because it was the first time you acted like you he was a roommate and nothing more.

Not a member of your makeshift family.

Not the man who hung the moon and the stars.

Not the man who broke your heart countless of times as he and his brothers came home looking thoroughly fucked and sated.

Nothing.

Frantic footsteps follow you, "...are you hungry?"

You stop and he stops, his dog in tow, sitting her butt on the marbled floor. "I'm sleepy. Good night, Yoongi. " Your tone borders on a heavy sort of finality and you trudge up to your room without another word, not caring a shit what he thought about you at the moment.

Maybe tomorrow would be better.

.

The next morning finds you buried bone deep in volunteer work.

It was Sunday, and with no boyfriend or social life outside of your boys you had offered to clean the old lake shed at the Hen House.

It was a dusty old shack if anything, filled with miscellaneous stuff old residents had left and some rusty machinery which could fetch a notable price at some obscure junkyard by the roadside.

If only you weren't alone (not discounting the receptionist and the cook who were always on duty) but the other staff had the day off and since most of the residents were capable of running the place anyway, they were left to their own devices.

You cough up a storm as the pile of books on the shelf topples, leaving you wheezing in a particle cloud of dust bunnies.

The shed may be grimy but it was pretty workable as it was small, big enough to fit at most four of you.

You huff, putting on a mask and hyping your spirits to do some shit cleaning because you were not going to leave this place without scrubbing every single inch, every nook and cranny until you were satisfied.

"Let's do this, YN."

It takes you approximately until seven into the evening to finish everything and you collapse in the now waxed and polished floor, muscles aching and moaning.

All things that could still be of use were boxed and taped up to be sent to the lost and found department just in case some of the residents wanted to 'dumpster dive'.

The stuff that were practically trash was going to be shipped off to the junkyard tomorrow. Recycle and all that shit.

With a tired whine, you allow yourself to partially doze off to slumber, only minutes later, something cold taps your ankle until long fingers are grasping them and you jump up, shrieking in shock.

The old man you had seen with BM last night was here. Inside the shed. With you.

Shit!

Before you can even run out to call for help, a force yanks you back and you land on the hardwood with a thump.

You refuse to look anywhere but at him, thinking this was the way you were going to die and you'd rather not hold the face of your murderer in the afterlife lest you never find peace, only for him to practically bend abnormally close down to your level.

You gasp when you are left staring at milky white orbs and yellowed rotten teeth, "Save me." The old man gasps and you scream.

END OF FLASHBACK

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YOONGI POV

He hates you.

Well, he actually doesn't.

He was annoyed, irritated, with the fact that you were hugging a man twice the size of the Sigma leader.

And he was a fucking dwarf compared to the guy's bulging pectorals.

"YN?!"

He growls lowly, though the only people who heard were his brothers as you climb the big buffoon like he wanted you to climb his dick.

Something gnaws at his chest, straining, making his insides blaze with unbridled fury and bitterness as he witnesses how happy you looked, something he --they have never seen on you before.

And it hurts.

It fucking hurts.

"Guys, this is BM! He's a good friend of mine!" You wave them over, glowing and positively beautiful that the twinge grows deeper, like a knife stabbed him in his lungs.

A friend? He's never heard of this BM. Not until now. Dread fills his already fucked up emotional spectrum solely thanks to you.

Just how much of your life outside of them did they miss?

He glances at the others who mirror the same kind of trepidation as they all survey the gothic structure, the concrete seemingly intimidating even as they were used to grandeur.

There was something eerie about this place and if you had been working here for a long time right under their noses, he doesn't even want to imagine what kind of horrors you faced.

And as you pull them all in to meet curious faces, he swallows, hiding his disdain as he realizes just how far away you were from them.

Fuck.

They fucked up.

Next chapter

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[what-are-you-willing-to-do]

Chapter 4: Brain Busters

Chris Redfield x male reader

Summary: As soon as you come back your best friends both fall out a window. Of fucking course. But you do have Chris and a new friend. 🙌

Chris calls everything in talking to them about Jill. You were in the corner with your head down thinking. He walks up to you putting a hand on your shoulder. “They didn’t find her body, she’s probably still alive.” You scoff “I’m gonna be honest with you Redfield, if Jill is alive so is Wesker. We both know that’s not good.” You we’re right like usual. 

He nods as you both hear helicopters and cars pull up. He waits for you when your finally slug yourself up walking with him to the car. 

A week? It’s been about a week. Your sitting at your old desk wandering down memory lane. When all of you were attached to the hip. When you first met Albert. He was cold but kind. You earned his trust and he did the same. You guys always competed against each other yet still held the same amount of value. No matter win or lose. You hear a knock on your door as you perk up fixing your tie. “Come in.” You say spinning in your chair. 

“I’ve got someone new sir.” You look to see woman in her mid 20s. “Hello there, I’m Sheva Alomar.” She shakes your hand with a curt smile as you give one back. “They got reports back on Wesker, we think we know where he is.” You quirk an eyebrow as Chris answers. 

“There’s this one place that’s been on the radar a lot lately. We think Wesker may be there.” You stand up grabbing your suit coat and bag of guns. “Well, come on hustle hustle!” You run pass them as they follow.

You look up to the dusty evening sky as Chris watches you closely. “Something on my face Chris?” You ask with a smile as he shakes his head no. Sheva looks back and forth with a slight smile. He was blank on what to say letting out ‘uhhs and mhmms’. Sheva smiles “So Mr.L/n I hear you quit than came back. What made you do that?”

“Well Jill contacted me telling me some stuff about Wesker and I had to come back. Plus I wanted to see how Chris over here matured.” Chris rolled his eyes with a smile. “Don’t roll your eyes at me Redfield.” You play around a bit teasing Chris. You all laugh. “What about you rookie?” You ask with a look of interest.

“For revenge, he killed people deep to me.” You nod with a sorrowful smile. You begin stretching as you all start getting closer to a lab. “I’m guessing this is it?” You ask as Chris nods. “Alright come on guns out and ready.” You guys ready up your guns, of course more zombies come your way. 

Guts and blood everywhere, part of the job you thought. “Careful we’ve got more coming up!” Chris shouts changing to another gun from your bag. You go beside Chris as you both begin shooting. Chris and Sheva put their guns down. You look behind you aiming the guns at Chris’s head shooting it as he ducks. “Sir?!” You laugh pointing behind you. 

“You’ve still got it captain.” You wink as you all look at the zombie with a gaping hole through its head. To be honest you all were having fun. Cracking jokes killing zombies it was nice. You’ve said this before and you’ll say it again. You’ve missed this. 

“Alright my Brain Busters. Any ideas were Dr. Wesker may be residing?” They laugh a bit at the nickname. Your head almost does a full 360 as you see something out the corner of your eyes. You pause for a moment as Chris looks at you with the same look:

“Guess I’m not crazy?” “Oh you are but I saw that to.” He says walking in-front of you. You all pull your guns back out rushing to where you saw the color of white. You look over to see a woman dressed in white. You grab Chris’s shoulder shushing him as you point.

She had black hair and a white dress on. “Excella.” You state with a eye roll. “Weskers assistant. She would always flirt with me and Wesker.” Sheva nods as you guys watch where she’s going. “Stay quiet. Chances are she’ll lead us to Wesker come on.” 

Chris and Sheva look at each other with a nod as they follow you quietly. You all get led into a lab with documents and syringes. She picks one up taking it with her. You see she took a black syringe. You watch  Chris and Sheva look at all the Documents intently. 

“Interesting.” You mumble seeing another syringe with a white substance. You look around and shove it into your pocket quickly. Chris and Sheva were taking picture of a bunch of documents. “Corrupt fucking people I’ll tell you that much.” Chris grumbles. “Alright come on guys. Let’s do this.” They nod dropping the files and replacing them with there guns.

“Shall we?”

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[lokisprettygirl]

Love in the time of Uncertainty (Loki x Female Reader)

Chapter 4

Summary : Loki is baffled over how stubborn you could be and you find out what he is hiding in the safe he keeps by his bedside.

Warning : 18+ , Much needed smut, loss of virginity, dirty language, Loco loki, reader is shamelessly based off of my own personality, so a little self indulgence , fic was literally born out of a dream I had of loki, Dom loki

Taglist : @iconfusemyselfalot @msturi2u @the-wounded-healer05 @lokiswildheartcantbebroken @hotleaf-juice @daddylokisqueen @wingedoafkidpsychic @callistoneith

He ran out . That bitch ran out. Honestly you should be used to his unpredictable behaviour by now. You put on his t shirt, you had to, since he ripped yours mercilessly, a cute top destroyed and you didn't even get to have sex, wow his shirt smelled goood though. You stormed out of his room to the living where he was on the couch

"What the fuck loki?" You screamed and he glared at you as he stood up "What the fuck? You are asking Meee? You should be asking yourself that, you do not drop bombs like that when you're halfway in the act, were you even going to tell me? Or wait it was going to be a surprise right, my dick, your cunt and boom suddenly you're bleeding all over my cock, because that's what I need these days, more blood on me" he laughed hysterically and he used over the top hand gestures to enunciate everything he said, is he losing it finally? He looked a little crazy, you should have told him the truth but why is he acting like you killed someone.

"Okay that would have been awful and I was going to tell you but the way you're behaving right now is not how I expected you to react" you told him and he laughed again.

"Maybe that's the problem you're expecting too much from me already" he walked towards you, his eyes blazing with rage? Or something you couldn't really identify "I am warning you again and again but you can't just listen can you?" he grabbed your chin and for a second you thought he would hurt you, just for a millisecond, but his eyes softened as he looked at you "I should have told you, I'm sorry okay? My bad? can we still fuck each other while we are stuck together? Trust me it will be good for all this anger you have" you used hand gestures to send your point across and he sighed, you're impossible to deal with, as if you're hell bent on getting closer to him. He's being an ass and here you are offering to take his stress away by allowing him to use you as stress buster or something.

"I don't fuck virgins, they come with baggage, I can't be the first man to touch you like that, you'll follow me around like a fucking puppy after that and If I wanted to deal with a puppy I would get one" okay mister, that's extremely rude, he went back to his room after that but he didn't close the door, was that an invitation? He laid down on his bed as he shook his head, why are you so stubborn and why he's not able to shake you off? you're like that annoying child that wouldn't let go of their parents hands in public "Do you want your shirt back? He heard your voice, you were standing at the edge of his bed, he didn't even hear you coming, are you a cat or something? "Keep it afterall I ripped yours"

"Yeah what happened to when I'm done with you, you won't even remember it" you mocked his accent "for the record, I still do remember that" you climbed in his bed and got on top of him "Do you ever not listen to me? Are you hard of hearing? Have you always been such a child or I make you so?" Normally you would just run to the other side and never see him again, but with everything going on this world, you felt extremely bold, you can die anyday, he can too, the thought scared you. He was trying to act like he was angry but there was a hint of smile on his face as he questioned you. You laid on top of him, and put your head between his neck, he does smell divine, what shower gel is this?

"Shhhhhhh good night doc, get your daily does of sleep, I'm sure I don't have to tell you how dangerous sleep deprivation could be, unfortunately You're showing signs and symptoms of it already" You wrapped your arms around his torso and you felt him relaxing at the gesture, he kept his one hand behind his head while the other one was just placed awkwardly next to you "You're a menace and truly incorrigible, I have never met someone so perverse" he mumbled as he wrapped his awkward arm around you and you smiled, you placed a kiss on his neck, he was nice to hold, a bit on the colder side, but it complimented really well with your super warm body "Don't do that, it makes me feel disgusted" he told you and you stopped kissing his neck "Oh so now you decided to listen to me" you smiled as you heard him and placed another kiss on his neck, this time he didn't complain and even turned his head so you can pay attention to the other side. Cute.

You don't even remember when you fell asleep, when you woke up he was gone. You groaned and made your way to your room. You don't know what it was about him that pulled you like a magnet towards him, but you could always feel the wall he has build around him, it wasn't really hard to miss, you were used to bumping head first into the said wall everyday.

Last night he really allowed himself to have a moment of weakness, how dare you just held him so affectionately like that? How dare you kissed his neck as if you cared for him more than just sex? He was annoyed, really annoyed, 5 of the people under his care died today, but he also manged to save people who came for an early diagnosis but he was really frustrated with everything that has been happening, he knows he can just run but they need him, they need all the help they could have and this is the least he can do after he failed to save Misha. When he finally reached his clinic he was exhausted, he thought about how he was really close to having you last night, he would have fucked you too if you weren't a virgin, that's just too much and it wouldn't help the way he feels about you.

When he reached home, you were in the kitchen with an apron on, your hair in a bun, earphones in, moving on some tune while you cooked, a goddamn wifey. You're a torture. He went to the kitchen and as soon as you saw him you took your earphones off and smiled, ofcourse he didn't return it, he went to the refrigerator, took a water bottle and sat down on the eating table

"Rough day?" You asked him and he glared at you "No it was a picnic at the park" he told you, feeling really satisfied with his comeback, but then he saw you looking down as you didn't answer him with a snarky comeback of yours and he felt a pinch in his heart.

There it is, the care, it's happening, he don't want to give a shit about how you feel but you're the most stubborn person he has ever met "What are you making, smells like chicken in here" he asked you as he played on his phone, not wanting to look at you, what he's even looking at? He doesn't seem the type to use social media "Lemon chicken with rice, also next time when you're ordering groceries can I get a tub of pistachio flavored ice cream? Pleasse?" You requested him and he looked at you "That's an accuired taste but Sure"

"Yayyy" you squealed excitedly and he had to pray to all the norns to stop himself from smiling at your reaction. "So did you always dream of being a waitress" he questioned you and you huffed "Nooo.. I wanted to be an actress" you told him and he laughed, you glared at him as he continued laughing, damn he looked good like that, but hey no, he was laughing at you not with you "Oh wait you're serious? You really thought you'd make it here?" Wow he can't be nice, just sometimes maybe? Nope? He just have to be mean about it.

He didn't mean to insult your looks or your talent as an actress, he haven't even seen you acting yet , but theres no way you were going to make it in the hollywood without connections, you being a virgin and not willing to compromise that would be a death certificate of your career in itself . He did wonder why you were still a virgin though? In your mid 20s, were you waiting for a right person? He wasn't the one for sure.

"I did, I ran away from home because my parents abhorred the idea of me doing acting, I just didn't think clearly about how hard it would be once I get here, i was okay with rejection, it made me realise that I wasn't good enough for this so I gave up, and I wasn't willing to compromise to play a side character in a commercial people will definitely skip over so there's that" his heart did hurt at your answer, did you think you were not good enough because you got rejected by some morons who probably couldn't act themselves? Did you feel that way when he rejected you ? He hoped not, any man would love to have a lady like you, he just can't be the one "Sometimes it's not you, sometimes it's them, and you chose your integrity over your passion, I admire that" he told you and you smiled, so he can be nice if he tried.

"So you never acted onscreen?" He asked you and you shrugged "well there was this one commercial, but I'll never let you watch it" you giggled and served him the dinner "Bon Appétit" you sat down and you heard him moaning as he took the first bite "Thank you for this, maybe you should have tried to be a chef instead" he complimented you and you smiled. Yup he could be nice if he wants to be.

After dinner you took a shower and you knocked on his door, when he opened the door, he was just in his briefs, damn those legs are never ending "What do you want now?" He asked you as he rolled his eyes and you took two steps forward to hug him "I'm glad you came back today and that you're alive and that virus didn't get to you" you mumbled and he almost teared up at the gesture, almost. "Okay okay no need to get sentimental over it" he pulled you away and you got inside his room, then you sprawled down on his bed and tapped the place right next to you. He walked over to the edge of the bed and opened his mouth to say something but you shut him up "noooo.. just come and sleep" he groaned and climbed in the bed himself, next to you, you got yourself in the same position as yesterday and your hair was all wet from the shower, you smelled good enough to eat "Your hair is all damped, it's revolting" he said to you "Sorry, I'll dry it tomorrow before I come here" you mumbled as you placed a kiss on his neck and he sighed, he's allowing this again, why can't he just push you away, he was doing so good before "I don't mind it" you smiled as you heard him. As if he would let you do this everyday.

Well he did.

That became a norm for you two from that day onwards, he would ignore you as much as he could, be mean to you for no reason but then sleep with you with his arms wrapped around you. He actually liked sleeping with you, he liked having a warm body so close to him, your warm body. Before the pandemic, he would often sleep around with random women but he followed his rules, no kissing, never stayed over, he never cuddled them, never got attached, it was purely physical and that's how he wanted with you too, but here he is sleeping like a baby next to you as you would pepper him with those abominating neck kisses.

You always tried to wake up before he did, so you could make him breakfast, you were in the kitchen while loki took a shower, when he came out his eyes went towards the safe, it always did , always reminded him of everything he lost, he punched in the code and took out the object he kept in there, the pain he endured to get this for her, his lover, his wife. He was reminiscing those memories but then he heard your scream from the kitchen, he kept the thing inside the safe again hurriedly and ran out to see you, with a piece of glass sticking out from your palm "what did you do now" he groaned and you started to cry "I'm sorry I broke a glass" you were apologising to him while you were hurt, he felt like a dimwit loser.

He brought the first aid kid, and took the glass out and looked for any debris or remaining shards of glass in there, he disinfected your open wound and you screamed in pain as you felt the burning sting "Norns y/n relax, you're not in labour, be a good girl" he mumbled mindlessly, you were pissed with the labour comment but damn you wanted to be his good girl, once he cleaned the wound, he realised he'll have to stitch it for it to heal properly "I have to stitch this, stay here" he came back with a suture kit and numbed the area before he closed your wound carefully, then he put a bandage over it. Once he was done he saw how you kept sobbing "It's done now, make sure it doesn't get drenched or anything, be careful with this" He told you and you nodded "Awn it hurts little baby? You need a candy?" He mocked you but instead of getting pissed you sobbed more and then he felt awful so he hugged you "Hey be strong okay? You have to be strong, it will heal soon I promise" he caressed your head. And you pulled away once you stopped feeling the pain "thank you" you mumbled softly and he looked at you. A menace.

He gave you painkillers to take and finished making the breakfast himself, once he was done he got ready and left. You're practically living off of him, so you felt bad that you won't even be able to cook now, not today atleast. You were bored out of your mind as you had absolutely nothing to do, there wasn't anything on tv, news channels only focused on the pandemic which they should but you didn't like to see how many people died today, and loki had no subscription to anything, no Netflix no prime, nothing, you wanted to get it yourself but you didn't want to spend whatever money you had left. Your left hand was hurt but you can still make yourself useful, you decided to clean his room in the evening, you changed the bedsheet and folded his freshly washed clothes, your eyes glanced over at the safe again, and you walked towards it.

You always were curious to know what was in it, you didn't want to invade his privacy but it did make you very curious. Your trailed your fingers over the safe and turned the lock, it opened instantly, did he forget to lock it? You didn't want to see what was inside, it could be something very private, he kept it in a safe because he didn't want you or anyone else to find out. But at the end curiousity killed the cat, you opened the safe and out of all the things you imagined to see there, you didn't expect to see what you did. What is that? Is it real? Before you could asses it further you heard his voice

"Y/N" he screamed from the top of his lungs as he brisk walked inside the room , he closed the safe and glared at you, his eyes tearing up, he grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you towards the wall next to the safe and pinned you there "You have no sense of boundary or privacy do you? Do you have any idea how much you frustrate me with this?" He screamed and you shivered as he jerked you, his grip tight on your shoulders "lokii I'm sorry, I'm sorry" you told him, he's right to be upset about this, you shouldn't have invaded his privacy like that "You're sorry? I don't think you are, you're a stubborn inquisitive mewling little witch, that's what you are" if looks could kill you'd have been dead by now

"I'm really sorry I didn't mean to pry, I'm sorry loki please" you raised your palms to cup his cheeks and he flinched as he realised he was hurting you and scaring you by being this way, he took two steps backwards and he saw tears flowing down your eyes "loki I'm sorr.."

Before you could even finish your sentence he pushed you into the wall and kissed you, he's kissing you, he's kissing you, took you a few good seconds to even register what was happening, he's breaking the rule, he's breaking his own rule, you felt him kissing you with such urgency, he felt exactly how you imagined he would, his lips so soft, he tasted so good. You got lost into the feeling, you have never felt that way before, you never had someone kissing you like his their life depended on it..when he pulled away finally, he kissed your forehead, breaking another one of his rules. "Stay away from my stuff or I'll lock you up in a cage and keep you there, if you're going to behave like an animal I would treat you like one" he held your chin up to look at him as he spoke, you wanted to comment on what you saw in the safe but now's not the time, everything he just said turned you on instead of scaring you.

"I thought that was against the rule, the kissing" you mumbled and he lifted you up by your hips, damn he's stronger than he looks. He laid you down on the bed and took his shirt off "It is against the rule, don't get your hopes up darling, it's still purely a physical thing I promise" he ripped your top right off of you again, maybe you should just pay his rent with these ripped clothes of yours "You really think I'm dying to be with you don't you?" You chuckled and he rolled his eyes "The way you wouldn't just leave me alone, yes I do think that, tell me that you understand what I'm saying, use your damn words" he leaned down on top of you, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows, he grabbed a handful of your hair with both of his hands as he asked, pulling slightly on them, not enough to hurt bad but enough to sting. You closed your eyes at the sensation. Dominant fucker.

"I do, I understand, just physical, nothing more" you mumbled and he kissed you again, you don't think he understood his own rules very well, you moaned into his mouth, as he bucked his hips into your clothed core, you wrapped your legs around him and you matched his rhythm "Wouldn't take much to have you fall apart under me hmm? Virgins are such peculiar breed" he snickered and you opened your eyes to look at him, he is gorgeous and he's right, it wouldn't take much but why give him satisfaction.

"Oh god just Shutup for once" you lift your head up to kiss him and he is taken aback by the sudden action, he pushed the strand of his hair back with his fingers, that fell on your face. He pulled away after a while, he ripped your shorts off and then your panties followed, it's been more than a week since you last shaved, now you didn't feel so sexy all of a sudden "sorry about that, if I knew you were.." he cut you off before you could finish and you felt his fingers rubbing your lips "doesn't really matter to me darling, it's just hair, so focus on how I am making you feel rather then whatever nuisance you're brewing in your head" how to be considerate and an ass at the same time, he should teach a class on that.

You felt his middle finger probing your entrance and he moaned in your ears, a damn virgin you're, your hymen is still intact, did you not even use your fingers? Or used a toy? He wondered "Is this what you waited for? Kept yourself so pristine till now only for it to lose it to a jerk like me, couldn't wait for the right person anymore could you?" He whispered in your ear, trying to distract you from the discomfort you must feel "Noo..uhh.. life is uncertain these days isn't it? I can die anytime and I'll be gone just like that, what's the point, I don't want to die a virgin and leave my soul to haunt forever" you mumbled and he sucked on your neck "that's too bad because I won't let you die darling" he whispered softly, for a change, no sense of annoyance or mockery in his tone.

Once you got comfortable to his finger he pushed another one in there, his mouth trailed all over your breasts, kissing and nipping and sucking, he stretched you open slowly, he needed to otherwise his cock would rip you in half literally, he shouldn't have kissed you, he shouldn't have done any of this but he can't wait anymore, can't jerk off to the thought of you like a teenager in the shower anymore, you want this, you want him and he's going to fuck you till you're sick of him or until he runs.

He undressed himself completely and you finally saw his cock, long and thick with the most perfect pink tip, not that you have seen any before but you have seen porn so your judgement was astute right, also that's going to hurt in a bad way first but then in a very good way "I'm not on pills just so you know" you mumbled and he stepped off the bed and took a condom out of his drawer, you wouldn't get pregnant even if he fucked you raw, but he was in no mood to explain all that to you, it's not like you'd even understand "want me to hook you up on them? The pills, I can get you if you want" great one more favor, but you're not going to reject free pills "yes please" he wrapped the rubber around him and lined his cock with your entrance, the only reason he offered you that because someday he would like to do you raw, he grabbed on your thighs and looked at you.

"You can still back out darling, backing out now would feel much better then the regret you might feel tomorrow" he asked you again and you shook your head "Just fuck me already, will you" as soon your finished your words, he pushed his cock in one quick motion, god you wanted to scream but you just winced and bit on you lower lip, it does hurt but it doesn't hurt as bad as fucking Appendicitis, plus you have a feeling you're going to feel so good later on. A tear escaped your eyes as you tried to distract your mind from the pain, he leaned down and kissed you again, very gently "You okay darling?" He asked you and you nod your head in confirmation "Yeahh ..just a little uncomfortable" you told him and he peppered your face with kisses, "Congratulations, not a virgin anymore, your soul will be in heaven now" he smirked and you wanted to wipe that grin off his face, he's so proud of himself.

Once you felt the pain subsiding he started to move his hips in and out slowly, when you felt his cock deep inside you, touching places you didn't even know existed, you felt the coil in your belly building every passing second "Going to cum aren't you? I can feel it, I haven't even been in for a minute, that's truly pathetic darling, how desperate are you hmm?" he sat up and he increased his pace before he commanded you sternly "go on, cum little whore" you weren't expecting him to call you that, but it made the coil snap instantly, you loved being called that to be honest, He kept moving in you as you shook and writhed under him, your moans turned him on even more and he won't be able to stop even if he wanted now, there's no way he wouldn't want to hear the sweet sounds you're making for him again after this, Once you calmed down he leaned down and kissed you, for someone who established a no kissing rule, he did like kissing you alot and you were not complaining.

"How was that" he whispered in your ear and you opened your eyes, your eyes glassy, brain foggy "best thing since pistachio ice cream" you giggled and he found it really adorable, look at him using that sentimental word for you, he looked intently at you as he tried to stop himself from admiring how beautiful you looked, what is he getting himself into? You're nothing but a trouble "Good because you're going to do it all over again little whore" he thrusted in and out of you quickly and you wrapped your legs around him, his breathing heavy, same as yours, he interlocked his one hand with yours and held the other one by the back of your palm carefully so as to not hurt your stitches, he kissed your wounded palm over and over again, his eyes closed as he did, he didn't need to be so soft with you in that moment at all, afterall it's all just physical right, then why is he fucking you so gently, kissing on your wound so sweetly and kissing you on lips so lovingly like that, why he is acting like he cares about you, You were definitely going to cum again like he said.

He was so close too, it's been months since he last fucked someone and you felt like Valhalla "oh norns y/n you're so fucking tight darling" he mumbled as he felt his orgasm approaching in, he grunted and moaned loudly as he finally let go and you did too, the sight of him moaning and grunting your name was enough, this is the best feeling you have ever had in your life without a doubt, if you knew sex actually felt like this you'd have done it sooner, but it wasn't just the orgasm, it was the moment you shared with him before that, the kissing, the affirmations, the softness, but would you have felt the same way with someone else? You didn't know but your gut said, nobody could make you feel as good as he did.

Once he calmed down enough he pulled out of you and went to his bathroom, he got rid of the bloodied condom and cleaned himself, he picked up a fresh washcloth and ran it under cold water then he came back to the room and cleaned you up properly, almost professionally, like a doctor would then he threw the washcloth away and looked at you

"Get out" you were taken aback by the sudden mood swing and sat up on his bed, this is the point where you would desperately start to dress yourself like they do in movies but newsflash, your clothes are in some celestial space because he ripped them, he threw his t shirt at you so you can cover yourself

"this is what you wanted right? you got it, now get out" you put the tshirt on, and for once you didn't argue, didn't fight, didn't say anything, you were exhausted from the majestic fucking. You ran out of his room and he closed the door but didn't lock it. He put on his briefs and went to sleep or so he tried, you were starting to become a disease for him, now he's missing your warm cuddly body around him. He huffed and groaned and twisted and turned, after an hour or so, he felt his door creaking and you got in, relentless little witch.

You quietly got in the bed and on the top of him like you usually do "don't leave me alone" you mumbled half asleep half in waking state, his heart soared at the sound of your voice, he wanted to hold you forever like this but he can't "I am going to do exactly that, once I'm done with my work here, do you ever not listen to me?" He flipped you over and kissed you softly, again he said one thing to you but his actions indicated something else entirely, he felt you pulling him in a bear hug kind of thing and tried to pull away but you were a professional in the art of forceful hugging apparently "Mmm I do, I listen to you loki, I listen baby, just not tonight, don't leave me alone tonight" you mumbled again and he sighed at the pet name your groggy foggy brain used for him, he laid on the side of you and you snuggled into him tightly then he watched you fall asleep in his embrace, your face in his chest, the soft sleeping noises you made made him want to protect you from everything. Just for tonight though.

Maybe just for the night he would allow himself to forget his past, to feel your warmth, the closeness, the intimacy, just for tonight he would pretend like you won't hurt him as bad as she did, that you won't break his heart in so many pieces that he would never feel whole again, maybe just for tonight he would pretend to be normal again, how he was before she turned his world upside down.

Just for tonight.

[norosesnolife]

Stuck In This Moment

A short, fluffy story loosely based on the amazing ‘After Red Shore’ by @sassyphoenixsblog - Go give them some support!! As well, do not tag any of this as shipping, it’s strictly platonic family stuff, thanks! <3

A firm paw ruffled the fur atop Buster’s head, causing the koala to laugh in both discomfort and pride- Was Crystal really that proud of him? It seemed too good to be true! Following after Jimmy Crystal, Buster smiled enthusiastically,

“I assure you, Mr. Crystal, this performance will blow you out of this world! It’s going to be… no, it is my best show yet! A-And the cast, well, they’re all doing terrific, even Porcha, she-“

The wolf paused in his strides, and it felt like all the warmth of before had been drained completely from the room. He turned, an icy blue eye glaring down at the koala.

“Don’t you remember, Moon? You fired Porcha from your show.”

Voice a low growl, Buster barely had time to react before Crystal had grabbed the back of his shirt, lifting him up into the air.

“W-Wait!! I never fired her!! S-She still has a role in m- our show!!”

The koala frantically searched for ground, before realizing that the hallway had disappeared from beneath his feet, leaving him dangling several thousand feet above Redshore City. Panic coursed through his veins, hands grasping at the cuffs of Crystal’s shirts, he was helpless. 

“You’re nothing but a spineless little loser, Moon, it’s a wonder how you made it so far. But now? I’m gonna have to let you go.”

Crystal’s voice echoed in his head, and suddenly, Buster was falling at a whirling pace, voice torn from his throat by the wind that whipped at his fur. 

And then, he woke up.

Covered in a cold sweat, the koala gasped for air, his throat sore- most likely due to the screams he had exclaimed during his unconscious terror. Trembling, he put a paw to his chest, clutching the fabric of his blue pyjamas. It was just another nightmare... 

It had been several weeks since the events that had transpired at Redshore City, yet Buster could not get over what had nearly happened to him. Jimmy Crystal, who had sponsored their newest show, had tried to kill him. Twice. Despite the fact that the wolf was now in jail for his murderous attempts, Buster still found himself jumping at every little noise, consumed with nightmares that affected his sleep, not to mention, he was now acutely terrified of most large animals, more than he used to be.

Rocking back and forth in his bed, Buster tried to calm himself, but the sound of knocking on his office door brought him back to that state of panic. His breathing quickened, body freezing in utter terror as he stared, wide-eyed, at the stairs leading from his office to his makeshift apartment.

“Moon? You awake?”

A familiar raspy voice broke the spell, his ears perking up in surprise and slight relief.

“Ash?”

He tumbled out of bed, still shaking enough that he managed to trip over a few of the stairs, and opened the door. 

Sure enough, the young porcupine had been the one to knock on the door, Clay Calloway right behind her, carrying two guitar cases. Buster managed a tired smile, tucking his trembling hands behind his back.

“Ash! What are you doing here? Not to mention how late it is..”

“We wanted to run some lyrics by you, Clay said you might be awake, working on some new project, or something.”

She didn’t like how his eyes couldn’t keep their focus, flitting from object to object in an anxious pattern. When had he last slept? 

“Oh? Well, c-come on in then, I’ll get some tea boiling!”

Smiling as enthusiastically as he could, Buster let the two inside, but Clay put a hand on his shoulder, causing the smaller animal to flinch.

“Ash, get the tea, will you? I wanna talk to Moon.”

Once she had left, the old lion sat Buster down, looking at him with the sort of knowing expression he normally wore. The dim light of a table lamp made his face look softer, more worn.

Fidgeting anxiously in his seat, Buster couldn’t make eye contact, instead choosing to look down at the floor.

“Moon. You’ve been distant for the last few weeks, and everyone’s noticed. You’re like me, don’t like t’ talk about yourself, but whatever’s going on with you, you need to let people help, otherwise it’ll eat you alive.”

Clay’s voice faltered for a moment, he was speaking from experience. After having spent so many years alone, without the will to properly grieve Ruby, it had felt like a breath of fresh air to suddenly be surrounded with a group that was willing to support him. He had Ash to thank for that, she was like a granddaughter to him, and he was thankful every day for the way she saved him.

“I... I can’t. What happened, i-it... it always plays in my mind, and I’m scared that something like that will happen again... they’re my only family, I don’t want them to fall apart because of me.”

The koala had begun to rock back and forth once more, trying to not let his voice break, he had to be strong for his family. They were all he had. There was a moment of silence between the two, Buster’s words heavy in the air, before Ash came back, balancing three cups of tea in her arms.

“Here we are... eucalyptus and honey,”

Glancing at Clay, she smiled,

“Sorry, it was all he had.”

With a shrug, the old lion took one of the mugs, handing it to Buster, who tried to regain his composure, sipping the warm drink. It made his whole body feel warm, which began to calm some of the shivers that had rocked his body only moments ago. Ash gave Clay a worried look, but he only nodded, standing up, which made Buster startle.

“Calm down. I’ll be right back.”

This left Ash and Buster sitting in the all-too quiet of his living space, the former leaning her head on her friend’s shoulder. He took such great care of everyone at the theatre, why couldn’t he let them do the same for him? Buster sighed, the tension draining from his body as he set the mug of tea down.

True to his word, Clay returned not even twenty minutes later, a slight grin on his face. Behind him were the rest of Buster’s family; Miss. Crawley, Rosita, Gunter, Johnny, Nooshy, Meena, Porcha, and even Eddie.

Buster’s eyes widened, leaping off the couch in shock. Clay only laughed, standing beside Ash with a hand on her shoulder.

“I called everyone, told ‘em to get over here. Said Mr. Moon needed some support.”

“B-But- Rosita! What about your kids? A-And you all have families, you should be at home sleeping right now-”

“Norman’s watching the kids right now, and besides Mr. Moon, we’re all here for you, no matter what time it is.”

Rosita said gently, leaning down to look the disgruntled koala in his eyes. He took a moment, before his eyes softened gratefully, and he sighed. 

“Now, you need to get to bed, and we’re all here to make sure nothing bad happens to anyone, isn’t that right?”

Adopting her ‘Mommy’ voice, Rosita elicited encouraging responses from the others. With a look of satisfaction, she put her hands on her hips, gently nudging Buster over to his bed, much to his confusion.

“Are you guys just going to stand here while I sleep? That may get a little weird...”

He chuckled, and Eddie interjected.

“Nah, Calloway said this was a ‘Moon Theatre Sleepover’, sounds like something you’d do, honestly.”

Buster nearly fell over, his heart swelled with so much love for all of them, he may never be able to forget what happened in Redshore, but with his family, at least it would be a little easier.

After a few minutes of struggling to fit eleven different sized animals into his moderately sized bed, the theatre group had settled into a comfortable position, with Buster right in the middle of it all. Clay was beside him, with Miss Crawly curled up by his head, already snoring away, bless her heart. 

The others slowly began to drift off, some purring, some snoring, and other’s sleeping peacefully. Buster felt safe, both arms wrapped around Eddie, who was on his other side, breathing nosily while he slept.

“Hey, Clay?”

“Mm.”

“Thank you. For all of this. I-I was really scared.. y’know?”

“Mhm. But it’ll get better.”

“Yeah... Have a good night, Mr. Calloway.”

“Night, Buster.”

[knewyouwereaweirdo]

just another johnny au (sick au)

now, before you say anything (and start shaking me to explain what’s going on):

yes, i have been thinking of this au nonstop since last night. yes, i spent my time drawing it today. and yes, i am posting this before bed because what is sleep?

i am going to expand more on this (since you guys already know angst is my favorite, especially against favorite characters), but it’s basically an au where johnny has thyroid cancer.

it’s a hereditary disease that was passed down from his mom (which was what made her pass away when johnny was younger). the symptoms started showing after he started performing for the majestic theatre and he was eventually diagnosed with thyroid cancer (thus why he has a nasal cannula).

buster wanted him to stop performing since the stress from doing shows every day was starting to take a toll on him, but he insisted that he did since singing and dancing and performing was several of the things he loved so much about his life, and what he was so passionate about.

eventually his body can’t really take it any longer and he’s forced to be bedridden. every time someone comes visits him he tries to smile but just finds it too difficult to do so.

“How are you feeling?”

His forced smile briefly stretched the corner of his lips up, but it dropped no more later than a second.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just... it’s just hard to try and smile.”

also, ryanny from this point: ryan had, show after show, been coming to the hospital during visiting hours to stay with johnny and help him with whatever he needed. of course, romantic feelings start developing from that point.

okay, i know this is sudden, but one day johnny just knows this is going to be his last day (he can feel it):

“Dad... when I, I mean... if I, y’know.”

His dad stayed silent, pursing his lips without a single word, face remaining absolutely emotionless although his heart was being torn apart inside.

“Yes, Johnny?”

Johnny finally lifted his eyes from the crisp wrinkles of the white bedsheets and gave his dad a small, sad smile.

“... can I be buried next to mum?”

that night ryan come visits johnny like any other day and johnny lets him know that he doesn’t think he has much time left. he says it rather subtly, but ryan knows what he means right away. they don’t really have to talk to each other to know.

when visiting hours are over, before ryan leaves, johnny tells him that they should say goodbye to each other like any other day, just with a simple goodbye because it’ll be less sad.

“... I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Johnny said with a tired smile, lying back against the bed.

Ryan shook, trembled. This wasn’t fair. This couldn’t be fair, that they somewhat knew that they wouldn’t be able to talk to each other, or laugh, or just be able to hold hands. Everything was never fair.

“... yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

aaaand the very next day he does die (don’t kill me for this please), and we go from there. have to figure out some minor details!

gonna expand more from this point, might add some changes! but anyway, here’s our johnny. :D

[theyanderespecialist]

Breed And Mate The Queen 1 (One Shot) Xenomorphs X Marie OC (Alien) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, multiple of you have asked for this and here it is this is just the first part as their will be at least one more after this please enjoy!]

(no one's pov)

A woman sat at her desk, a light shining on this large, green, pulsating egg. She was here to inspect the life forms after another ship had sent out a distress signal. The entire crew was dead when they found them..so why she wasn't given back up- she had no idea. She wasn't even sure why no one remembered giving her the signal, she clearly was sent it.

Suddenly the power in the room went off as she looked around. Sometimes the lights go off, it was to conserve power, bit they should still me on

She sighed and went to go up and check but then she felt two things jump on her chest and she screamed her mouth wide as a third jump on her face. She felt it's arms wrap around her head as her hands went to pull it off as she felt her ship move like.something crashed into it.

All she could see was the underside of the creature as she tried desperately to pull it off as something underneath opened up..

She screamed she did not know what was going as her clothes are torn at the chest and something pushes into her mouth. Her eyes immediately widen. No way-- she wanted to research the life cycles--not be a part of them! She could feel things rubbing against her bra as she grabbed at the creature.

She grabbed at it as she bite down on the invading appendage.

It made a hissing sound inside me and tore holes in my bra

She suddenly felt that tail wrap around her throat as she was unable to breathe as she could.feel the others on her breasts as she wanted this to be over.

(This is where it's gonna get not so fun--)

She suddenly felt something trying to get in her mouth as she forced her throat to close as she took a moment..and head butter the door causing the creature to fall down as its legs moved as she managed to take the two off as she wiped her mouth and grabbed three containers as she leaned down

"I don't think so..fuckers." she said as she went out to shower.

After a very thorough shower and teeth brushing session, she came back only to see blood splattered in the containers as the creatures lay on their back, and their whole body was open as...another creature was in the containment tube.

"Okay what the hell are you?" She asked as all three looked at her and managed to press themselves against the glass.

"Are you dangerous or..okay I'm going to call this in- then I'm going to bed." She said as she was having A difficult time processing all of this. This wasn't in her job description. She managed to shoot the message off as she went into her sleeping quarters, and all was peaceful..until it wasn't.

Glass shattering was heard as she immediately hot up and ran to the lab, seeing three empty, broken containers.

"..oh no..no no no--"

"incoming message. Incoming message. Incom--"

"this is Dr.Riveral--"

"Marie you need to return, what you have were the same creatures that killed the last ship, the xenomorphs are extremely dangerous--" the voice was cut off as a loud, high pitched screech of an otherworldly creature was heard as Marie turned around..and there it was. A towering, massive creature, with no facial features..and as soon as it sensed her..it broke into a sprint as Marie screamed.

(cause the face huggers implant eggs that burst through your sternum..leading to death, but because they were ready to deposit the egggs- but failed to do so-- the chest Buster's bust out of them)

(Yup :D)

She went to run and got a bit away until she ran into two other creatures that looked the same as the last.

(XD Oh please dont assume Marie is your Queen XD)

She immediately turned back and began to run only to see the other one as she was soon trapped as her back hit the wall.

(I feel like normally yes they all know who the queen is, the issue is..I think that first off- two of them were literally dropped whole coming out, the third one was partially out- basically they are not proper, they would not be accepted..they think she is.)

(Oof)

They stalked to her they would never hurt their Queen. They needed to breed and mate her though. It was their job, that's what they were programmed for..it was their job.

One of them reached out and--leaned down as she looked at the creature, shaking.

What was it going to do to her!?!

It leaned in more..before kissing her-- at least it seemed like a kiss?

(Someone left the romance steamy channel on in the lab.)

(XD Marie! Why you leave that on shame shame!)

I blushed as it slipped a tongue like thing in

And the creature continued as it started to force more of the tongue inside as they all start to crowd around her..

TO BE CONTINUED

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS first part done I hope that you all enjoyed and stay sexy my friends!]

[xiaosmoon]

hello! i loved ur college au, so can i request that but for zhongli and kaeya pls? thank you!

the boys as your college roommate pt.2

pairings: zhongli & kaeya x gn!reader ft.hu tao (afab reader for kaeya)

content/warnings: fluffyyy, mentions of a seance. mentions of sex for kaeya's but no actual intercourse between the reader & kaeya

a/n: i got carried away with zhongli... ehe *ghost busters theme song*

-> zhongli

moving in with zhongli was an absolute delight. he was so respectful of your space and even helped you study!

you weren't really surprised to find out he was a history major. it's practically almost all he talked about, not that you minded.

today he came home with the biggest smile plastered on his face and pamphlet in hand. "there's a new history exhibit opening up around campus. i heard it's about the town's local history and war from over 800 years ago. uh if you'd like, we can go together?" and who were you to say no?

you knew this wasn't a date or anything, just two friends hanging out! because that's what friends do, right? once you and zhongli arrived, you both decided to go with a tour guide because even zhongli didn't know much about the town's history. "and this exhibit over here ladies and gentlemen tells you about the haunting of whitmore's house, ouuuuu!" the tour guide gave his worst ghostly impression.

you chuckle and turn to zhongli, who didn't seem as amused. "zhongli? you don't really believe in the haunting of whitmore's house, ouuuuu!" you gave your best mimic of the tour guide. he's eyes remains fixated on the small replica of the house. "hmm, i'm not sure. i am confused on why it would be in a history museum."

"well my friend, whitmore was a brave general during the war. he unfortunately got ambushed in his own home. legend has it you can still hear his screaming coming from his bedroom!" the tour guide made another ghostly mimic before leaving. that sent chills up your spine. "eugh, how awful." you crossed your arms. the distaste in your voice was very evident, so zhongli and you both decided to move on to the next exhibit.

later that night while you guys were deciding on what to have for dinner, there was very loud knocking sound at the door. "i'll get it." when you opened the door, you were met with an overly excited hu tao. she was bouncing on her toes with a up to no good grin.

"hu tao? i wasn't expecting you. come on in." you open the door wider and she makes a bee line for the couch. "weeee have plans tonight." she announces plopping down next to zhongli. "we do? i wasn't aware." zhongli raises his eyebrows.

hu tao was a good friend of zhongli's. although you didn't know her too well, you liked her spirit. "ohhh yes we do! we're having a seance at whitmore's house." her smile only grew wider. speaking of spirits. you on the other hand collapsed on the couch. "a seance? at a haunted house? you can count me out." you shiver. zhongli wanted to say he was surprised, but he really wasn't. hu tao was the president of the occult club after all.

"will it just be us?" zhongli's interest was piqued. "mmm no. a few of my club members will be joining us but i wanted to invite the two of you as well! i know you guys went to the museum today so i thought you'd be interested!" the way hu tao's eyes sparkled at this was a bit concerning.

you sigh, nibbling on your bottom lip in deep thought. oh, what the hell. it's not like you believe in this ghosts anyway. you slam your palms on the coffee table and stand up abruptly, making zhongli and hu tao flinch. "let's go catch some ghosts!"

now what the hell were you thinking?! the weather was freezing, and dark clouds painted the night, showing signs of a thunderstorm. you were shaking in your boots standing outside of the haunted house. if you can even call it that. it was more of an abandoned manor. a gate surrounded the property so it was a hassle to get to get in.

zhongli noticed your shaking, so he held your hand. you look up at him and he just shoots you a comforting smile. your body begins to shake less. "alright everyone, are we ready?" hu tao turns around to look at everyone. you all nod and follow hu tao inside. the atmosphere inside wasn't helping your nerves. the wallpaper was tearing from the walls, stains of water damaged, missing floorboards, and- was that a blood stain?

you must've clenched zhongli's hand too tight because he started rubbing his thumb across your intertwined hands to help calm you down. okay, deep breaths y/n. you can do this. besides, it's not like ghosts actually exist, right?

"wowwww look at this place! how about we explore for a bit? we can split up and meet up later here!" hu tao suggested. you were about to protest, but zhongli was already leading you away from the rest of the group. "is this really safe?" you ask him barely loud enough.

"don't worry. i'm here with you. and if you get too uncomfortable, i'm sure hu tao will understand that we had to leave." his words brought you enough comfort to keep your legs walking. you clung to zhongli's side as you explored the eerie hallway with nothing but a dim flashlight. "i wonder which room was his." zhongli mumbled mindlessly. your body tensed up at his statement and you shook your head. "i'm sure hu tao is on the hunt for it." you tried to joke, but the fear building up in the pit of your stomach was just too much.

the gods were definitely against you. the flashlight zhongli was holding had gone out. "oh great. good thing we have our phones." you reached out for your phone in your pocket and hastily turned the flashlight on. "oh, seems like i forgot my phone. let's find hu tao."

for the rest of the night, your hand never left zhongli's. even when you heard a ghoulish scream coming from the upper level

-> kaeya

being roommates with kayea was very, well, exhilarating. he wasn't a terrible roommate but he was totally a fuckboy. you had to set boundaries when you heard unwanted noises coming from him and his friends on the other side of your wall almost every night.

he apologized for his behavior and promised to never let it happen again. until it did.

it was midnight and you were awoken by the very evident sex noises coming from kaeya's room. it had to have been his 3rd person this week. he thought he was being slick by sneaking his links over while you were fast asleep. you were finally going to put a stop to this.

deciding enough was enough, you angrily rip off the blanket on your body and shuffle into your bunny slippers. you march over to kaeya's room and knock very loudly on his door. "kaeya my love, is everything alright. seems like quite a ruckus in there. i'm coming in."

without shame, you open up the door wide to find kaeya and his flavor of the week hiding under his covers. well, time to put your acting skills to use. "oh! kaeya! what's this? how could you! even after i told you about our baby just yesterday?! what am i suppose to do now? i can't deal with this!" you burst out into the fakest tears kaeya has ever seen. kaeya had the most horrific expression on his face. the girl beside him was disgusted. she slapped kaeya, "you told me you were single! your s/o is pregnant! you disgusting man." she grabbed all of her clothes littered on the floor and left the place almost like she was never there.

as soon as she left, you wiped away your fake tears. "what a performance am i right? i'll make a great movie star in the future." kaeya clenched his bedsheets closer to his body and looked at you like he's seen a ghost. "what the hell was that? what did you-" "i told you specifically not to bring anymore of your hookups to our shared dorm. this isn't just your space, kaeya." you crossed your arms and squinted your eyes. he huffed and fell back on his bed. "yeah but did you have to be so dramatic about it? now everyone's gonna think you're pregnant with my baby."

oh. you didn't even think about that. "that's a problem for later. right now i need you to seriously promise me no more hookups. i'm getting tired." kaeya propped himself on his elbows. he knows he was being unfair and totally disrespectful. it was your place too and he shouldn't keep up his antics. "okay. i promise. i swear this time. i'm sorry."

and so he really did keep his promise. in fact, his hookups in general became less and less prominent, until he stopped hooking up with people at all. why? well because he developed feelings for you. he never planned on it, but it kinda just happened.

he realized his feelings when you first brought a date over to your dorm. he didn't like the way you flirted with them and how you laughed at all of their jokes. they should be laughing at my jokes, he thought.

so after that, he began dropping hints that he liked you. of course you never picked up on them. kaeya being a flirt was a normal thing. so it only made sense for you to not pick up what he was putting down.

but kaeya was determined. he was determined to make you his. he just needed a little push.

[austarus]

Nash Wells x Reader - Prodigal Son (1/4)

*A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.

**Please don’t forget to comment, like, and reblog. It means a lot to content creators of all kinds!

***I’d also like to thank @grimtamlain-writes​ for being my beta reader.

Also, it is my birthday today :)

Word Count: 6335

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MASTERLIST

A deep breath left your lips as your eyes scanned your image in the full-length mirror. With sagged shoulders, your thoughts swirled in your mind. He won’t know. You stood exposed in your bedroom, your skin marred here and there. Your toes slightly curled as a chill ran down your spine. Some marks were light, faded while others took on a deeper pigmentation due to the degree of damage. It felt as if lead had been emptied out in your head, causing the world to spin slightly. You heard your heart beat loudly in your body as silence remained a guest in your bathroom. Your fingers ran over the newest scar along your upper arm, equivalent exchange to using your powers. Nash must never know. The scar was still tender, contrasting from your normal skin tissue. The pain had dulled over a few hours, but a sting will occur when the skin is stretched a certain way due to movement. I wonder… what would he think if he knew? Would he be repulsed? Shaking your head from those thoughts you turned the shower nozzle to a decent temperature and stepped in. The warm water did little to settle your mind from wandering back to the man who unknowingly swooped in and stole your heart like another one of his treasures. The cocky bastard.

Starting to wash your hair, your brain reflected on the time since the so-called myth-buster set a grappling line onto Earth-1. The target of his next expedition. Since day one, Nash had been getting himself into all kinds of trouble, even going as far as bartering with Team Flash. It was no secret that he had bugged you, Barry, and Cisco, which had allowed him to confront you about your healing powers after getting what he needed from the two men regarding Ramsey’s cure. Nash had gambled with your secret in a way, the deal had been that you would accompany him if he were to get injured on his personal escapades and in return, he would not divulge your secret to the others. In a way, you knew that even if he did Barry would have his own intentions on utilizing your healing powers. The pain he would sustain was something your body was not ready to handle; something that you were not mentally prepared for. So you kept quiet. Could you have taken the meta cure Cisco and Caitlin had developed? Sure, but then you’d personally lose that little uniqueness to you since obtaining them. You were still trying to understand your powers, if the team were to know then…  No one can know – this is the only way I can at least be around him. Sure, the cocky bastard can rub you the wrong way, but that didn’t mean that you hadn’t enjoyed every second of his presence.

Another sigh left you as you started applying your body scrub and conditioner. Droplets of water hung on your eyelashes as you scrubbed away the remnants of yesterday. What Nash didn’t know, didn’t see, was that every time you healed him it took an equivalent toll on your own body. Your gift was not only to alleviate wounds, but the pain and damage would be exacted on yourself. It was as if the empathy in your body had strengthened to such a crippling degree. Stepping out of the shower, you tied a towel around yourself to dry your body while throwing one around your hair in a towel turban. You didn’t want to look in the mirror again as you passed by the sink with your clothes clutched in your hand. Mirrors can lie, they can twist whatever image is already presented to them. At this point, you’d lost count of the number of scars you’d sustained, but never the origin of them.

All signs pointed to Nash, after all.

***

You tried to not touch the mossy walls of Karuin’s Citadel, wary of any hidden traps that were concealed behind the aged stone walls. It was one of the harder lessons you had picked up from being around Nash. Once you had mistakenly set off a trap of poisoned senbons cutting the air while excavating a hidden cavern in the woods near the old mines that resided just on the outskirts of the city’s forest. In all fairness, it was pretty clever - Senbons are metal needles with a point at both ends. They often serve a medical purpose, being used to strike acupuncture points. They have little killing power but can be thrown with great accuracy to target pressure points in a deadly manner. Poison just makes any sharp object just as lethal. Water continued to drip here and there through the cracked ceiling. Casting your eyes upward, you wondered if the limestone walls caved, would Nash have a calculated escape? Or would he just smoke bomb you and himself away? You flinched and gasped, your head snapped back as a droplet had fallen on your nose. The cold water stung your skin. Nash threw a look back at you over his shoulder, that trademark smirk on his face. His eyes twinkled in delight at how you hesitated with every movement as you surveyed your surroundings. Nash resisted the urge to laugh with all his might instead he opted for a sly raised eyebrow. His amused look made your blood boil as well as causing your insides to do a little acrobatic flip. The smirk gave him a more rugged look with the stubble and all. Doesn’t alleviate the fact that he does piss you off.

“Careful, wouldn’t want a repeat of last time,” the explorer snickered to himself, his mind mentally going through the map he had memorized to obtain the last relic to get to The Monitor. Then all he’d need was for Allegra to use her UV powers to reveal the hidden stone engravings atop the gateway to The Monitor.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you huffed out as you trudged along with your own flashlight. This place gave you the creeps even with Nash accompanying you. You tried not to look back into the suffocating darkness that trailed after you.

“Just admit it, amare.”

“Never.”

“You’re being too stubborn.”

“Well, you knew what you were signing up for when we made that deal.”

“I know you’re stubborn, you even refuse to grow.”

You pushed down the urge to throw a rock at his head. Oh, if you could you’d knock this trick-ass motherfucker unconscious and drag him back to the Labs to put him in his place. You continued to follow him until you caught up beside the brown-haired doppelganger. “Watch your tone Nash, or else you’ll be crawling back home with more than a few broken bones.” You really wanted to smack that smirk off his face.

Oh, a threat. Bellus, the kitty has claws. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. We have an agreement, remember?”

“Our deal was that I accompany you, it never specified that I should heal you whenever your dumbass does something reckless. Just because I have regenerative powers does not mean that I’m obligated to use them on you.”

“Ah, the technicalities of a bargain. You’ll heal me.”

“Enlighten me. Just how are you so sure about that?”

“Because you and I both know that there’s too much empathy in your heart to neglect someone like me.”

“Yeah, well it’s running thin with you around and so is my patience.”

“Dumb bunny,” he pointed at you as the two of you neared the end of the corridor before pointing back at himself. “Sly fox.”

“You’re just an asshole, Nash.” 

That only made him chuckle, the deep tone tickled your insides. Nash really got a kick from pestering you. Yeah, he bugged the others to get what he needed done, but you sparked his interest even more. He would never admit that out loud or that he might prefer your presence to Cisco’s and Frost. A yawn escaped you as Nash pushed a few points on the wall to trigger the stone to fold inwards. A low screech felt as if it echoed throughout the citadel; it made the hair on your arms stand as if someone were clawing at a chalkboard. You both coughed a bit as dust particles flew everywhere while shielding your eyes. The sequence had revealed a covert room once the dust had settled, dim light from above shining in the vacant area. It seemed to be sunlight from an ancient skylight window, though metal bars had barricaded it from intruders. Nash held out a hand in front of you to prevent you from stepping further into the room. You sent him a questioning look only for the explorer to disregard it. You noted how his playful expression had altered to one of seriousness – Nash was in his zone. Eyebrows furrowed and lips drawn thinly as he calculated his next move. You nibbled on your bottom lip at his look of concentration. His blue eyes scanned the area, raising his other arm and programming his gauntlet to scan the vacancy. Can never be too careful. The gauntlet continued to ping at a low one as the blue laser coursed through the room before pinging rapidly in a single area. Both your gaze and his landed to the corner of the room that was opposite to where you both stood. 

Reprogramming the gauntlet, the Wells doppelganger turned to you. His baby blue hues glimmered in the faint light with an odd emotion. “Stay here and don’t touch anything,” Nash pressed something into the palm of your hand before letting go. It was a red crystal he carried so often. All seriousness had dispersed from Nash’s demeanor, instead a witty smile had laced itself onto his features. Non possum ferre ut quid tibi contingat.

“That sounds like the story of my life, but go on,” you muttered that first part to yourself. Now it was Nash’s turn to be confused, but you shooed him with your free hand mockingly as your other hand gripped the crystal. “I’ll be right here when you come back with bullet holes or something and an ‘I told you so’.” Pulling out your phone, you had every intent to distract yourself a bit from watching Nash as he worked away to obtain the relic. No signal, damn. Putting your phone away, you looked on into the room. It seemed like an average stone room. Some bones here and there, dirt everywhere. Rocks and pebbles and, what do you know, more rocks. Shifting your gaze to the fiery-colored gem, you wondered why he’d give you something he’s adamantly held onto. It didn’t take a mastermind to figure out that he valued such a thing. Was there a story behind it? Had someone he loved given it to him? Thoughts of Nash annoying you came to mind along with that stupid smirk that made your gut wrench. Your fingers ran over the crevices and formation of the stone. The velvet color hypnotized you as you stared into your reflection.

Lost in thought, you neglected to hear a trap being sprung right as the adventurer started stepping back towards you, relic in hand. Your body froze as you witnessed the man stop in place, a look of silent distress as the blood drained from his face – his back arched before Nash began crumpling to the ground. A rusted arrow protruded from his back as he had fallen forward. You wasted no time to catch him, screaming his name out as you moved. His body had collided with yours with great force as if his body had been weighed down by cement. You did your best to lower him. A curse left you as he leaned against you while you stayed on your knees, Nash was starting to sweat; your eyes narrowed at the arrow that no doubt had potent poison remnants from hundreds of years ago. Puffs of air left him rigid in your arms, his airways were constricting under the poison’s influence. Propping Nash to lean his side against the stone door frame, you maneuvered yourself to his back region. You knew what you had to do as you surveyed the weapon – it still seemed finely made to not break.

“Nash, I’m going to take the arrow out,” You stated even though you know he wasn’t really hearing you right now. “Then I’ll stop the bleeding before it gets too much.” Nash mumbled something, but your ears couldn’t catch it. You only hoped that he was prepared for what’s to come. “This is going to hurt a lot,” you took in a sharp breath and Nash braced himself as you carefully extracted the arrow from his back. Blood gushed out, wanting to trickle down his back and already staining his shirt and jacket; a squelching noise echoed in the room along with Nash’s rasped breaths. Caitlin’s going to need to do a CT around his spine. Luckily, it didn’t directly hit his spine. Right as you pulled the arrow, your green healing energy exuded from your other hand as you quickly tried to seal up the wound. He was right, you wouldn’t let him bleed out on you. Not now, not ever. You suppressed a yelp as the pain began to bite at you, a ragged breath left you as you continued to siphon off his pain and accelerate the cell’s regeneration around the area. Your vision started to blur right as Nash’s cleared up. It didn’t take long to seal the wound and reconnect the severed nerves in the injured region. The adventurer’s breathing fell back into a regulated pace.

While the impact of the arrow had been swift to target Nash, the equivalent exchange was slow – dreadful because you can feel every particle in that given region begin to rip apart. Blinking a few times, you bit down hard on your lower lip to stop from giving the brown-haired man any signs to suspect anything. But it was proving to be a difficult task as Nash straightened up from where he sat, and your body had begun to numb. The ache in your body had been too much; your immune system screamed in agony. Your knee slipped under you; dizziness confounded your senses and the blood on your hands was the last thing you saw before you heard Nash say your name.

Nash’s eyes went wide as you fell limp against him, blood stained his gloved hands; your blood. Panic welled up inside him. “No,” he whispered to no one but himself. “No no no no, don’t. Don’t do this to me.” Not again. It was hard to breathe again, your lifeless body in his arms. Nash swallowed thickly as he tried to wake you up. The fire you had held in your eyes had dulled. Guilt and fear and adrenaline fueled him – the next minutes all felt like a blur. One moment Nash was at the Citadel with you and the next he was at the Labs’ med bay, Cisco screaming at him while Caitlin did her best to stop the bleeding and to subside the mimic pain from a poison that wasn’t even in your system initially. Turns out, you had not just healed him and mimicked the arrow wound to your body, but you had sapped the poison from his being into your own body. There was so much strain on your body that you passed out from the pain – you weren’t dead, but… It didn’t take long for Frost to come out, threats spewing from her mouth as Caitlin anchored her chilled personality from throwing razor-sharp icicles at the multiversal man.

Gritting his teeth, Nash threw your unconscious body one last look before storming out. The guilt never stopped as Nash ran from the labs. He needed a place to clear his head, but even when he found one you riddled his thoughts. How could she have not said anything? And she calls me the reckless one. Stupid. Nash took a rock and flung it into the water with all his might. The cold air did nothing to stifle his fiery temper. It’s not my fault that she didn’t say anything. This is on her. All on her. 100%. She knew what she was capable of. What would happen, the repercussions of her abilities. She could have said ‘no’. Droplets of drizzle lightly soaked the adventurer. But she didn’t. Pertinax mulier. He was mad – beyond mad. Nash was irritated and pissed off. He was pissed at you for not saying anything, at the others for getting on his case for a technicality that he wasn’t aware of, and more importantly at himself. Because to a degree, he had to an extent threatened to blackmail you with your own secret. One that you had kept hidden from the others. But a thought slapped Nash right across the face as he chucked another rock into the lake. How many times have I turned a blind eye to all the pain I had caused her? Moment after moment surfaced to his mind of the times, she had mended him – his emergency medic that can heal even broken bones and the most delicate of wounds. Nash’s blood froze as goosebumps ran over his skin. How many times had she gone home with my injuries? The pebble in his hand fell from his grip at the realization. The explorer’s heart squeezed tightly. Time after time he had hurt you, but you stayed. Why? If I hadn’t pushed, she would have been safe. If I hadn’t gotten cocky and involved and- It was my… Nash stopped that thought from continuing, but his subconscious made the connection. Nash rubbed his face hard only to look at the dried blood on his gloves. Blood that wasn’t his. A curse left him. The Wells doppelganger gave the city one last look over his shoulder before he trudged on.

You were the last person he wanted to see.

***

Another sigh left your lips, on instinct you covered your mouth with the back of your hand as you ignored Lex Luthor’s presence. He just wouldn’t shut up about Kal and Kara. Your fingers nimbly moved over the panel on the Waverider as you tracked the Anti-matter that continued to fester in the multiverse, but your thoughts never stopped swirling in your head. Nash. Your shoulders sagged as you continued to work away while the others were out looking for the rest of the Paragons. Rubbing your tired eyes, you stilled your other hand and just let it rest on the console. You hadn’t seen him since you’d woken up from healing him, cursing yourself for passing out and not holding on a little longer. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you were 100% certain that he hated you. Why else had he made little to no effort in taking you back on his crusade? He knew and he was disgusted. You cracked your neck. Everyone had their secrets, that didn’t mean that certain parties were going to agree with the type of information that was withheld. Cisco and Caitlin gave you hell when you were feeling ready to talk. Since then, they were vehement that you do not use your powers until Crisis blew over for the team to figure out just exactly what to do with it. One way or another, it was something you had to face – you were just hoping to prolong the wait even more. Unfortunately, you had to face it with the notion of Nash’s hate buried in your heart. Now with Crisis unleashed and the multiverse eroding, you couldn’t doubt the slight panic and concern for the explorer who had accidentally let the Anti-monitor loose. While the other heroes believed the geological doppelganger had betrayed them by doing so, you couldn’t help but think there was more to his side of the story.  Maybe you were just naïve enough to be blinded by your feelings for him regarding the matter of Crisis. Maybe not…

The panel you faced started beeping, your eyes widened in terror as you watched the Anti-matter descend on a new earth, one that you were all too familiar with and it’s two prime inhabitants. Earth-2. “No…” Your body felt numb as the earth collapsed in a matter of seconds, disbelief and despair written on your features. Harry and Jesse… You thought Cisco and Frost had at least breached over to retrieve them. Sherloque’s Earth was already gone, so why not try to get to Harry and Jesse before it was too late? Doing a quick scan, no one on the ship resonated with the Earth-2 signature frequency that Harry used to bug Cisco about. Goosebumps ran down your arms as your heart throbbed. You and Team Flash had been robbed of your two greatest friends and assets to the superhero cadre. You frowned to yourself as Gideon alerted everyone to return to the main operations room. Conflicted thoughts muddled your brain as you started walking. Nash isn’t that stupid to blindly trust such an entity, right? I mean, something must have happened – he’s smarter than that, more careful and meticulous with his course of actions. It wouldn’t completely be an anomaly if he was manipulated somehow... Straightening your back, your spine cracked a bit before you headed over. Once you entered the main area you froze in place as your eyes landed on the man you knew all too well clad in green armor with gold trims, a flowing emerald green cape hung behind him mockingly. It was as if to say he was no hero. The dark-haired man hung off to the side with humbled form – no hint of playfulness nor cockiness that he normally carried around with him. Instead, Nash carried the air of sorrow and regret. A breath of relief escaped you quietly as your body moved, making a beeline for him while everyone else were huddled in their own groups. They paid you no mind.

You couldn’t stop yourself. “Nash,” you whispered and reached out, your fingers grazed the man’s stubbly cheek causing him to flinch from your touch and be brought back to reality. The subtle movement had your heart twisting in your chest as Nash watched you cautiously. He licked his lips as he eyed you, a sensation of guilt stirred up inside him, but he couldn’t recall as to why he felt this way. Slowly, you retracted your hand as hurt sifted through you like knives. You tried to push it away with the idea that maybe he is repulsed by you.

“I’m not Nash.” He started, his eyes avoiding yours as he continued, “My name is Pariah, I have no recollection of being Nash – just the images of the bearing witness to the multiverses collapse because of the gamble I took in unleashing the Anti-monitor.”

“…” That means… he doesn’t remember that he hates me, which I’m still sure he does. I honestly don’t know if this is a good thing or not.

“I’m sorry,” Pariah couldn’t help but whisper the apology in a low voice, his blue eyes remained firmly downcast as he balled his fists at his sides.

Memories or not... “No,” you retorted lowly with a defiant look to which the brown-haired man snapped his gaze right back at you. His blue eyes were slightly wide with surprise while you frowned. Pariah raised an eyebrow at you with a confused look, but you remained firm with your position standing fully right in front of him. I’m not letting you go this time. The beating of your heart was loud in your ears. The created entity easily towered over you, the thought causing a peculiar feeling to arise as the memories wished to resurface, but to no avail. If the multiverse were to truly end, then I want us to be beside each other in our final moments. Regrets or not. Secrets or not.

“No?”

“No, you’ll always be Nash. With or without your memories. That’s who you are.”

“Don’t be so stubborn.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Nash’s huff of irritation. “See? That’s something the Nash I know would say.” Pariah was not amused, but the little laugh you made had the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. “Takes one to know one, after all,” you beamed a small smile at Nash. His insides felt warm, a feeling he wasn’t used to since waking up in this form. But that feeling was short-lived as he heard that haunting drawl at the back of his mind.

“I have to go.”

“What?”

“I’m being called to,” was all Nash said to explain himself as he turned from you and took a step away. No one would notice his absence, for he had to go watch another earth die because of his carelessness, but you wouldn’t let him escape. Your fingers found the easiest thing to grab, his emerald green cape. Right as you had touched his cloak an odd sensation ran through you as the sight in front of you rapidly changed to a snowy, yet desolate area. The air was stiff and chilled as light snow fell. A shiver ran down your spine as your hands instantly rubbed your arms for warmth. You wished for something warmer. The air was not crisp like in the winter season. No, it held a certain weight in this realm, one that particularly clung to your being as if to purposefully tether you down like prey that has fallen in the predators trap. Nash looked at you with fright in his eyes as he rounded to you, snow crunching with each step.

“What did you do?”

“I-”

“You shouldn’t have come, I can’t pro-”

“I wasn’t just going to leave you to face him alone, Nash.”

“Stop calling me that, I’m not Nash.”

“Yes, you are, you stubborn cocky bastard of a man!” You were both getting all up in each other’s faces. The fiery emotion that you held in your eyes was enough for a memory to slip out. The Citadel. He remembers the conversation you two had, how you and he would spitfire – how he would intentionally push your buttons in amusement to gauge your every reaction just to be close to you. “No one deserves to face this alone.” Pariah shook his head in frustration with a tight look, but before he could say anything another harsh shiver ran through you as your body shook in the cold temperatures. The formed entity’s eyes softened as he moved by impulse. He took off his long cape and wrapped it around your shoulders, your fingers gripped at it tightly in front of you as a prominent breeze blew by. Pariah wasn’t too bothered by the chilled wind seeing as his body channeled a great amount of energy, but you on the other hand, would not be able to handle it.

I need to start a fire for her. 

Looking up, Pariah scanned the area to find some discarded wood and giant oak logs, with a snap of his fingers he had arranged the smaller fragments of wood in a way that would keep a flame going while the larger oak would be used as makeshift seats in this voided domain that belonged to the Anti-monitor. Using his powers once more, the entity caused a willful fire to take hold of the wood. It burned brightly. You watched the dark-haired man with awe as you padded closer – the warmth of the fire washing over you. Nash took a seat on the oak log to which you made it to sit next to Nash only for him to scoot away from you a few seconds later. Rolling your eyes, you scooted closer… only for him to scoot away and once more until he got up with a rough sigh and stepped towards the fire. You got nothing. No retort, no witty comment. Nothing. You exhaled a sad breath, instead your eyes settled on the fire that licked up the air like it was nothing. Maybe he does remember. You pushed the bile that had compiled at the back of your throat. No time for that when the multiverse was ending.

Your bottom lip quivered for a moment before you broke the silence in the realm you were currently in, “Do you hate me?”

Nash stopped abruptly in his tracks at your quiet question. His hand that was tangled in his hair slowly came beside him as he turned to face you. You didn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t recall any reason to feel such a thing towards you.”

“Not yet anyway,” you mumbled to yourself, gripping the cloak closer to you, this time with your hands inside the cloak rather than outside.

He had caught what you had murmured but said nothing. Pariah pressed his lips into a thin line, silently contemplating exactly why you would think such a thing. The only memory that comes to his mind was the vague one from the Citadel. The way he’d look at you, trying to elicit a response, trying to at least see that smile – to be a reason for that smile or pout. Other than that. Nothing, just a blank slate in his mind thanks to the Anti-monitor’s tampering. Pariah stepped closer to you, still standing while you sat on the cold log. “You have powers, do you not?”

There it is. You sent him a bitter-ish look at the mention.  He’s an entity now so he knows. That’s how The Monitor knew of Cisco’s powers and restored them. “Yeah?”

“Use them to regenerate the heat and energy in your cells.”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“How so?”

“Because it just doesn’t.”

“Impossible, there’s always a reason. Cause and effect, you-”

“No, there’s a reason why I kept it from you in the first place, Nash.” Those words fell out of your lips and you just bolted up and walked away. A memory graced Nash but it didn’t dwell on it too long before going after you. When he was close enough, he grabbed you by the arm and stopped you. Twisting around, all Pariah saw was the pain in your eyes as tears pooled there, threatening to spill. The entity mulled over the memory, his mind putting two and two together at the revelation of the consequences to your ability as well as the effect of his actions in avoiding you. Now, Pariah understood your question and slightly comprehended those memories with the odd feelings he’s been having in his chest. “I don’t hate you.” The brown-haired man clearly remembers the thoughts he had on that day, how he claimed it wasn’t his fault… yet if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have been in that predicament. In a way, it was both yours and his fault. You did not speak up and he took advantage of your powers one too many times.

“You should.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m selfish.”

“And you think I wasn’t?” Nash let your arm go gently as he stood tall in front of you. “This is all my fault, that I remember vividly. I… My hubris caused the end of the multiverse, all these lives. They’re lost because of me. Their blood is on my hands.” Your eyes softened at him, how his voice dropped to a rasp at his transgression against humanity. “You’re not selfish.”

You licked your lips and ran your eyes over the lack of scenery once more. “…Do you remember what happened?”

“Regardless of what had happened, I still unleashed The Anti-monitor.”

You took his hand in yours, this time he didn’t flinch or pull away. “But surely you didn’t know, it makes that much of a difference, Nash.” Nash’s eyes met you briefly. “Where were you when we were fighting off Bloodwork and his zombies?”

Pariah only shook his head at your question as if to say he didn’t recall that instance. “All I remember is being in the sewers, a tremor rang out above me and… well The Anti-monitor called to me, making me believe it was The Monitor, the one I had been chasing from Earth to Earth.”

“So, he manipulated you into opening the door.” It wasn’t a question, but a true statement that you had suspected. For what was Nash to gain if he unleashed The Anti-monitor? Nothing. He would be gone too.

“In a way, yes. I fell for his manipulation with the grandeur of wanting to expose a false God. In the end, I became something I never wanted to become,” Pariah huffed as he pulled his hand away to gesture to himself. “I don’t deserve kindness or to be helped. This is my punishment for getting in way over my head.”

“You didn’t know.”

“But that doesn’t excuse what I’ve done.”

“Yes, it does. Had you known would you still have done it? No, because you’re smarter than that, Nash. You take calculated risks; you always know how to get out of a sticky situation.” The more you talked the more the memories came to Nash, particularly ones revolving around you and him. “You’re not the only one who’s been manipulated, so many of us have and no one should fault you for-”

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” You both turned to see The Anti-monitor clapping mockingly at the scene as it fully stopped where the anti-entity stood in the low level snow. You took a defensive step in front of Nash as the evil entity lazily eyed the two of you. The Anti-Monitor laughed in a taunting manner at how you had Pariah’s cape around you. “It seems you have brought yourself a little pet, Pariah.”

“Back off Ugly, and his name is Nash.” You threw a glare at the entity as you spoke, Nash taking hold of your arm as a gesture to stop talking, but you ignored him. Such a persistent woman, the dark-haired man thought to himself.  You would not let this… whatever it is hurt the one your heart reached out for the most. Swallowing thickly, you stood your ground as the entity opened its mouth.

“Delightful. You humans are so… fickle. So fragile. It is so entertaining to watch you all flounder until the last second to save your flawed multiverse. Such flaws will not be permitted in my realm.”

“We will defeat you and you will let Nash go.”

The Anti-monitor merely tutted at you. “My dear, didn’t you hear him. This was all his fault. I simply minded my own imprisonment time.”

“You’re lying, you manipulated him just when you thought the time was right.”

“My fault, his fault – it matters not for the multiverse is slowly becoming mine.” You watched the entity shrug at your accusation. “And you, you will be reduced to nothing.”

“The Paragons will stop you, no matter what; we will not rest.”

“Hiding behind the girl, I see. She… has such vigorous drive, that fiery spirit.” The Anti-monitor narrowed his eyes from Nash to you, a wicked grin on his face. “I wonder what it will take to break her.” Pariah’s eyes widened in mortification, but he could not so much as move a muscle.

“No, stop-”

In a blink of an eye, you were ripped away from your stance in front of Nash. A strained gasp left your throat as The Anti-Monitor held you up in the air. Your hands clawed at the one on you, a hateful and fiery emotion had filled in your eyes. The green cape fell to the snowy ground as you struggled in the entity’s grip. You spit in the Anti-monitor’s face, cursing at him. “You monster, don’t you dare lay a hand on him.” The being wiped it’s face while bringing you down close to meet its gaze, his hold on your neck tightened slightly but not enough to squeeze the life out of you. You forced a harsh look on your face and bared your teeth in a threatening manner; you would not give him the satisfaction of submitting. Nash watched helplessly; The Anti-Monitor had paralyzed him in place to behold what he can unleash upon you. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

“Leave her out of this, this is on my shoulders- just leave her, please-” But the entity ignored the Pariah. Your eyes met Nash’s for a brief moment right as the anti-entity cut him off. Pariah’s heart clenched in his chest; his mind screamed at him to do something. But what could he do? He was powerless yet again while you were getting hurt.

“Your voice is quickly becoming an unpleasantry, something should be done about it.” With ease, The Anti-monitor threw you onto the ground. Your body skidded on the snow, your clothes becoming wet as you ended up stopping by Nash’s feet. The entity called forth anti-matter; the red-white energy source circled around your throat and entered your body. You gasped and choked and coughed; your vision blurred at the searing pain. Only when the anti-matter had fully resided in your body had Pariah been able to move. Instantly, the Wells doppelganger dropped to his knees and held you to himself with wild eyes – assessing the damage that had been done. Your throat felt as if it had been cemented. It hurt to swallow your saliva and blood. “There, now the little Pariah will not rebel against my will.” You opened your mouth, but no coherent sounds came out. You brought a hand up to your throat, but not a word or a syllable. Nash saw the panic beheld in your eyes, the tear that fell. Pariah felt his heart shrivel at your evident pain. He wouldn’t be able to hear you speak again. The Anti-monitor all but snickered maniacally before waving a hand in the air.

“Now begone.”

***Latin Translations (From Google Translate)***

Amare - Love

Bellus - Cute

Non possum ferre ut quid tibi contingat. - I can't bear to let something happen to you.

Pertinax mulier - Stubborn Woman

[emerald-chaos]

Heyyyy bestie (said in Buster’s “Heyyyyy hermano” voice because ofc). Happy happy Drabble Monday!

Could I get a Drabble with "You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up." And/or “I'll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren't worthy of being loved." With our boi Bucky? Thank you!!! <33

Who is "Hermano"? and why is my girlfriend cheating on me with him?!?!

Thanks for the request bestie!!

Rock bottom is different for a lot of people. For you, it's sitting in the bathtub crying to Taylor Swift while eating cookie dough with your hands.

Totally normal, right?

This break-up had been harder on you than any other and you had your fair share of them. Perhaps it was because you were convinced this man was the actual love of your life and even threw around the s word (soulmate) a few times - or maybe it was because you found out he had been cheating on you with your childhood best friend.

Then again, it could have been a bit of both.

Now here you were, wallowing in your own self-pity and eating your weight in cookie dough. Damn it felt good.

You had decided to keep your phone on do not disturb because you didn’t want anyone to interrupt your mental breakdown. After getting out of the bath you saw that you had several missed text messages and even a missed call from your best friend Bucky.

You know how much I hate it when you ignore me.

I just want to know that you’re okay.

If you don’t answer me I’m going to come over and make sure you haven’t fallen into a wine and cookie dough coma. You know that shit will give you salmonella right?

You rolled your eyes at your friends persistence and shot a text back telling him you were fine. It was kind of cute that he was so worried about you, but then again he never liked your ex-boyfriend anyway.

Constantly Bucky would tell you that you could do better and you always thought it was just him being a protective friend but once Natasha pointed out that it could be because he had feelings for you. It was easy to shake off that possibility, this was Bucky you were talking about.

Once you settled into the couch and pressed play on Netflix there was a knock at the door. Glancing over at the clock on the wall you noticed it was 10:30pm. Who the hell would be at your place this late? Grabbing the bat that resides by the front door you slowly tip toed to look through the peep hole where you saw a very put-out looking Bucky standing on the other side. You swung the door open and Bucky jumped.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” You shouted at him.

“I came to check on you like I said I would. Why the hell do you have a bat?” Bucky questioned with an eyebrow raised.

You glanced down to the bat in your hands and huffed as you tossed it back into its place. Taking another look at Bucky you noticed his arms were behind his back. You attempted to look around him to see what he was doing and he turned to conceal whatever he had in his hands.

“Don’t be nosey. Aren’t you gonna invite me inside?”

“Why? Are you a vampire?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and walked toward you as you backed up away from him. Once in your apartment, Bucky revealed to you that he had been hiding flowers behind his back. You could feel your face immediately soften as you looked up to meet his eyes.

“You bought me flowers?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah, well…” He shrugged nonchalantly, “I noticed you’d seemed kinda down with everything going on and I wanted to cheer you up.”

“Bucky…” Your voice felt barely above a whisper as you took the flowers from him and ran your fingers over the petals. They were lillies - your favorites.

Before you could say more you felt Bucky’s fingers slide under your chin to lift your gaze towards his once more.

“I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.” Bucky’s cerulean eyes bore into yours.

There was something about the tone of his voice paired with the look in his eyes that made your stomach lurch. Bucky had done a lot of sweet, thoughtful things for you in the past but this felt different. This felt like he was trying to say certain words without actually saying the words.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly, barely recognizing your own voice.

“You’re welcome, doll. I mean every word.” Bucky’s fingers dropped from your chin.

“Now, I hope you didn’t continue our show without me.”

[your-daily-dose-of-fandoms]

Ahoy buster 😎🤘 what's up? May I please request a Zenitsu x Female!Reader where she is like really good at acting? And that she uses her skills to confuse the demons, play with them or simply convince them. Thank you very much kind person!

I know it's been a while, since I've updated, but I hope this does reach you and makes your day a little bit better! I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy!

Zenitsu x Actor! Reader

Breath in.

And out.

Keep up the posture.

No, no, no (Y/N)!! The posture!

And now, smile. This was your time to shine.

You had reached the point where you were not sure which part was you. Who was the one whose legs were rooted hard on the ground, even though they felt like a shaking mess? Who was the one with fierce and determined look, with glistening sweat and confident smile on their face? Was it really you? Or the role you were in? Either you did not know, or had no time to think, as you faced the man-eating monster in front of you. So familiar, yet something so inhumane, that it made shivers go down your spine. Your heart beat against your ribcage, your throat dry of shouting, and yet you had the will to step closer, grabbing your blade tighter with each step you took closer to a certain death. The light around you was almost unbearable, as you did your best not to squint your eyes. It was close. Much closer than you’d like it to be.

And then, you swung your blade and cut its head of.

The crowd began to cheer, as you turned around and basked in the spotlight that so tenderly washed over your features, claiming you its own. The audience went wild, applauding for you way longer than usual, and you were overjoyed, tired and smiling all the way to your ears. You were breathing heavily, raising your hands above you in victory, as sweat was dripping of the warmness of the theater, as well as from your success. The overwhelming sense of victory was all you could feel.

Maybe it was the crowd cheering, or adrenaline rushing through your head, when the first scream went unnoticed. Then there was another, and yet another, which was followed with total silence. The audience had gone silent too, being so still that you could have sworn they had frozen on their places. Murmuring reached your ears, crowd starting to shift uncomfortably, and at the same moment when there was seen blood flowing on the stage from the backstage, the screams began. People were shoving off each other, yelling for names and a lone child was left crying on the stairs.

No, no, no!!

Don’t leave!

Suddenly everything was wrong. You had dreamed of this moment. You had yearned for it. You had worked for it. Now it was all gone; your glory, your dreams, your future. Just like a leaf that was destined to fall and cripple during autumn. You’d had everything you wanted for that bare moment, but that might as well been a nightmare. Because now you had lost everything. It felt unreal, like untouchable memory that you just now remembered. You fell on your knees, watching people run in slow motion, slightly raising up a hand after them. This was it. You had no way out, and soon you’d die alone in the place where you had expected to start living. How ironic.

But when you heard the footsteps behind you, smelled the rotten flesh, and turned to look your certain doom into its eyes, you had already stood up in your place, feet rooted on the ground, fierce and determined look in your eyes. This was your goddamn stage. This was your time to shine. And no matter how, your life was going to change here.

And yet you smiled.

Suddenly the spotlight above you was not so tenderly hugging your features anymore. It brought shadows on your face, casting under your hard edges, and just like you had done just a minute ago, you grabbed your blade.

The demon in front of you was analyzing you, puzzled look on its face. It had probably been male, but long gone features of his body were now formed into disgusting shapes, bringing him into unnatural poses. It somewhat resembled a chameleon. Still, to your surprise and luck, its expressive behavior had still stayed somewhat similar.

You flicked your tongue, straightened up your posture and sent it a grim look, shaking your head slightly.

“I’ll warn you this once”, you let out, not even knowing if those damn things were conscious. It let out a growl, and stepped closer to you, which you took as curiosity.

“I’m a well-known demon slayer. Not one demon has yet beaten me in a fight. Haven’t you heard of (Y/N) the Ripper?” You continued, unconsciously biting your cheek to help you keep your voice calm. You had taken the role you had just minutes ago played. And it felt so natural, that you didn’t even have to wonder what to say next. Your words, your moves, they came out flowing just as water was streamed into one direction. You felt confident. You were not backing up. This was your element, your world, and it had just stepped into it. And for some reason, it was listening to you. You grabbed your fake Nichirin blade, just as you had been learning for the past six months, and to anyone else, it looked like you had been a fighter for as long as you could remember. Maybe you had.

Just as you were about to continue, the ceiling fell.

“Thanks for holding it for us! Inosuke, now!!” Man, who had just literally fell from heaven, and indeed looked like it, yelled at you. You had frozen in your place. There were three of them. And hell, was that gorgeous trio. Two of them were wearing similar suits to you, and you felt embarrassed at how fake yours looked next to theirs. They sure as hell were not actors. The said Inosuke was running towards the demon, taking off the head of a wild boar from his head, and quickly throwing it at demon’s, aiming it just right to cover its sight.

“Zenitsu! Go check on them!” The same man from before yelled, referring to you. Before you could notice, there was a blond man standing right before you, looking at you with a strange look. You noticed what he was looking at. You were still grabbing your blade, your knuckles white, hands tightly grabbed around it. Your legs were shaking. Actually, they were shaking so much that you couldn’t stand anymore. Not if you tried. Just moments before your legs had been rooted on the ground with such a force you did not know you had. But now, you had fallen on your knees, unable to get up or register anything happening around you. Your breath was struggling, eyes watering, and you felt like crumbling. The man in front of you gently tugged your hand, making you drop your sword and hastily stand up.

“Hey! Are you alright? I'm Zenitsu, we need to get moving, this is freaking me out!”, Zenitsu said with shaking voice, and you couldn’t but nod.

“Let's get you out of here. Oh- um, and let me help you!”, he said, grabbing you enthusiastically, warily looking around him to make sure you two were safe from the fight. His eyes were big and had the color of honey, his golden locks swinging as he looked. He looked so fragile, even though you were positive he could take care of himself. He wouldn’t have gotten so far otherwise. You were damn sure you had passed out. No one could be that beautiful.

He wrapped his hands around you, swinging your arm over his shoulder, and gave one last look to his surroundings before starting to take you somewhere safe. You felt his form shaking under you. He was scared too. You smiled. It was good to know you two were the same, even though acting brave.

“There was someone back there... On the backstage...” You murmured from under your breath. Zenitsu flinched.

“Y-yeah, Tanjiro’s on it. They should be ready at any given moment... hopefully”, Zenitsu said, and laid you to sit on one of the benches in the audience, checking if you had any wounds. You could not focus your gaze, and just let it lazily rest on the blond boy in front of you. Suddenly there was a small blush on his cheeks.

“You, um... You did good back there. Buying us time and all that...It was pretty amazing!”, He timidly said, keeping his eyes on your body, as if he had found a wound he needed to tend. It took a moment for you to remember what he meant and gave a depressed chuckle.

“I had trained for years for that moment... Gotta use those skills for something, right?” You said, looking away, feeling your life crumble away with every moment that passed. It all started to feel so real now. There was no way you could climb back on the top ever again. What were you going to do now? Just let it all slip away, as if it was nothing?

“Oh um..I’m sorry! For something so important for you got ruined!”, Zenitsu apologized, as if it had been his fault. His face looked puzzled, eyebrows slightly arched and mouth parted open, like he wanted to say something. He was still absentimindedly grabbing onto your arm, and for a search of comfort, you leant on it. Maybe it was out of character from you, but you felt like you desperately needed the comfort from the boy, intentional or not. And to your surprise, he didn’t try to get away from you, and instead took in the touch with red hue on his cheeks and grabbed his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck, maybe a little bit too eagerly.

“Would you like to mar- Um... Come back with us? We could use your skills and train you! Such a beautiful woman as you shouldn’t look that sad!!”, Zenitsu finally let out, standing hesitantly up and looking at you, offering you a hand. For a moment you were disappointed of the lack of the human touch, but then his words hit in.

“We wouldn’t mind extra pair of hands”, brunette man came from behind Zenitsu, smiling to you gratefully. You looked around. You had nothing left here. Everything you had ever fought for had been for nothing. Your time had come, and it had been wasted. There was no going back. But now, you were given a chance to live up to it. Give your all for the sake of the humanity. Devote your heart for the better future. Change the world. You pondered for a minute. Hesitating. But the way Zenitsu was looking at you, like you were a miracle he desperately needed, with his golden angel eyes, made you feel wanted. Like you still had hope left. You had made up your mind, and you raised your hand.

And then you grabbed his.

[masterjedilenawrites]

What about a reader that is drunk, going to do some nonsense, so both Tech and Crosshair stop her, and in the next day there’s a climate btween them? Pretty please 🥺

I wasn't sure what you meant by the last part of your request so I just let the scene play out in what felt like a natural direction, I hope that's okay! I'm happy to write something else if you'd like!

Tech & Crosshair & Reader | 1.8k words

You tried to hold back your giggles as you gathered up as many helmets as you possibly could. This was going to be great. You couldn't believe you hadn't thought of this before, it was probably one of the best ideas you'd ever had in your life. Your whole body seemed to shake with excitement. Or maybe that was just the alcohol. Nah... you hadn't had that much to drink. This was a genuinely good, smart idea.

You stumbled out of the closet and down the hallway, dropping a few helmets along the way but not even noticing. It was like the edges of your vision were out of focus but surely that was just the dim lighting of 79's. It'd always been hard to see in here.

"What are doing?"

The voice came out of no where, even thought its owner was practically standing right in front of you. Arms crossed, scowl on his face, eyes studying you as you juggled a half dozen clone trooper helmets in your arms for seemingly no reason.

"Back off, Crosshair," you slurred, trying to push past him quickly. Why was he always in your business?

The sniper was too quick for you even on your good days. He took hold of your arm and pulled you back before you entered the main bar area, keeping you in the relative privacy of the hallway.

"Why are you stealing the 501st's helmets?" he rephrased his question.

"It's not stealing, it's a prank," you protested, trying and failing to get your arm out of his grasp. Another helmet tumbled to the floor in the effort.

"Oh there you are," came a new voice. It was almost as if you were moving in slow motion as you tore your gaze from Crosshair and over at the newcomer.

"Tech, tell this jerk to get out of my way," you thought you said. But whatever actually came out was apparently not as understandable. Tech looked between you and Crosshair, confused.

"Um, okay. Why are you stealing the 501st's helmets?" he asked the same question as his brother.

As if on queue, another helmet slipped out of your grasp, though you hadn't moved. At least, you didn't think you did. You huffed and ignored Tech's question, turning back to Crosshair with pleading eyes. Both men were standing between you and your chance to pull one over on the 501st, a battalion infamous for their clever pranks. And you were not going to be stopped.

"Come on Cross," you drawled. "I'm pranking the regs, you should be proud."

Even through your crazed senses, you were still able to pick up the amused twitch of his lips. But he quickly suppressed it and turned back to his usual grouchy grimace.

"Normally I would," he said, "but not like this. Not tonight."

He took a pair of helmets from you and handed them over to Tech, ignoring your whiny sounds of protest.

"He's right," said Tech, placing the helmets on the floor in the corner. "Wrecker already upset some of them tonight, I don't think they'd find this very humorous. Besides, in your drunken state..."

"I'm not drunk!" you exclaimed, probably louder than you intended judging by the flinch both men gave in response.

"Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are bloodshot," said Tech matter-of-factly.

"And I saw exactly how many drinks you had," added Crosshair.

Tech nodded at him. "Yes, we could go on, but that should be indication enough that..."

You cut him off again, this time with tears. You couldn't help it. The whine that had almost been perpetually eking out of you during this whole conversation grew into actual cries and whimpers. Before you knew it, your cheeks were wet and your lips trembled uncontrollably.

"You're both so mean, you never let me have fun, the one time I come up with a great idea and you shoot it down like I'm an idiot, it's not fair, all I wanted was to show you that I belong here with you guys, but none of you let me, you don't care about me at all, you're such fun-busters..."

You babbled on and on, only barely making any sense to the two men who'd now freed you from your armful of stolen helmets and were gently guiding you out of the bar. You clunked along between them like a baby learning to walk for the first time, unaware of where you were going or what was happening. You could only focus on your emotional speech, and then after a few minutes, your focus was redirected to the queasy feeling in your stomach.

Thankfully the boys got you back onto the Havoc and into the refresher before you spilled your guts. Crosshair held your hair back and rubbed a hand soothingly along your spine until the worst of it passed. You fell limp next to the toilet, unable to form any coherent thoughts in the aftermath.

"Come on," Crosshair said softly by your ear. He tried pulling you up, but when it was clear you weren't going to stand on your own, he picked you up altogether and carried you over the to bunks.

Tech had pulled out one of the cots, the one everyone on the ship agreed was more comfortable than the others and thus fought over the right for almost every night. He had it set up with blankets and pillows, and he stood nearby holding a bottle of water as Crosshair laid you down.

"Just small sips for now," Tech said, holding the bottle up to your lips and helping you get down a few quick swallows, enough to calm the burning in the back of your throat. You were vaguely aware of his thumbs wiping away the remnants of your earlier tantrum from your eyes.

"Fun-busters," you muttered before curling up on your side.

Tech looked over at his brother, who only rolled his eyes at your stubbornness.

"Good-night to you, too," he said just before you lost consciousness.

* * *

The next morning was... rough, to say the least. You'd been tipsy a few times in your life, but never full-on drunk, which meant you'd also never had to deal with a full-on hangover.

Your head was splitting open, you were sure of it. Every turn of your neck made you feel sick. There was a pressure behind your eyes and a lightness to your stomach. You wanted to stay in bed forever. But even more painful than your hangover symptoms were the memories of your behavior the night before, and the urge to make amends eventually propelled you to get up.

You found Tech first, fiddling with his holopad in the cockpit. He eyed you as you carefully lowered yourself in the chair next to his, keeping a hand up to shield your eyes from the rays of morning sunlight that crept through the windows.

"I'm sorry," you said in a low, raspy voice, getting right to the point. You knew Tech appreciated when people did that. He wasn't a fan of small talk and segues, not when there was clearly something important to discuss. "I was kind of a dumbass last night, wasn't I?"

Tech set down his holopad with a shrug. "You had too much to drink. You weren't in control of your mental faculties."

You smiled at his uncomplicated way of viewing things. But then came a cough from behind, from a particularly unamused sniper leaning against the doorway.

"You were a dumbass," he said just as plainly as his brother. Well, at least they were both honest, even if it was in contrast to each other.

"I'm surprised you remember," said Tech, quickly trying to move past his brother's more negative comment. "From what I've read, memory loss is common after heavy intoxication...."

You shook your head, immediately regretting the action as it made your head ring. "I don't remember a lot, just enough to be embarrassed. If I said anything nasty to either of you, I really didn't mean it, I swear. I was just...."

You trailed off, not sure what it was you were really trying to do. You'd wanted to pull a prank, but there'd been something else driving you forward, some other motive to want to do something so stupid.

"You called us fun-busters and cried because you didn't think we cared about you," said Crosshair through the customary toothpick in his mouth.

You looked at Tech, who gave you an apologetic look that confirmed his brother's words were true. You let out a little groan and slumped into the chair. A part of you was glad you didn't fully remember.

"Do you really think that?" Tech asked. "That you don't belong here?"

You shrugged. You still weren't sure about your feelings.

"I dunno... I guess, maybe sometimes... it does feel like you treat me the way you do the regs." You spoke slowly, discovering your own thoughts as you said the words. "Like I'm just along for the ride. Just a normal person who doesn't matter. I thought if I did something to them, you'd see I wasn't part of them. At least, that's what my drunk alter ego thought, anyway."

You gave another shrug and tried for a laugh but it didn't feel quite right.

Tech looked thoughtful for a moment. "You do realize most of the regs in that club were inebriated, too. But we didn't carry any of them to bed for the night."

"Or watch as they puked their guts out," added Crosshair with a slight wrinkling of his nose.

"Yes," Tech nodded at you. "We knew you've been feeling down lately, that's why Hunter suggested we all go to that bar in the first place, to give you a chance to have some fun. Crosshair and I kept an eye on you, and Hunter and Wrecker made sure those regs didn't get upset over your, ah, attempt at a prank."

Tech let his words linger for a moment as you finally raised your throbbing eyes up to meet his.

"You belong here. And we do care. We care because, well..."

He looked over at his brother and you followed his gaze. Crosshair took out his toothpick and pointed it at you.

"Because we're your family."

He put the toothpick back in his mouth with a wink and then turned to leave, showing that that was the final word on the subject. Tech looked at you with a soft smile, one that made you finally feel at peace. You hummed as you laid back against the chair and let the feeling really take hold within you.

You belonged with the Bad Batch. They were your family.

It was a very nice feeling.

[riseofthespacecats]

RISE OF THE SPACE CATS

An Eddsworld Fan-Script: Part 11

...

Darkness.

Humming tone.

MATT cracks his eyes open, groans, sits up.

He looks over, TOM'S prone figure lies over his legs, SUIT ripped.

MATT

Tom?

MATT shakes him.

MATT

Tom, wake up buddy.

TOM is unresponsive.

MATT

(WELLING UP)

...Tom?

TOM farts.

MATT gags.

MATT

Augh!

TOM

Hah!

MATT

Get off me!

TOM

It's funny because you're suffering.

MATT kicks TOM off him.

The pair settle down to sit on the rubble. Both of them are wounded and bleeding.

TOM

So much for being better on my own.

MATT

Yeah. I didn't manage to make my zombie army either. The only one I could get to follow me was this guy.

The VENGEFUL ZOMBIE snarls, pulling itself hand by hand closer.

MATT

Hey, two meters, buster.

MATT shoots the NAIL GUN at the VENGEFUL ZOMBIE, pinning it in place. It wails. TOM grimaces at the sight.

TOM

I'm sorry about earlier.

MATT

Yeah, you should be.

TOM kicks him.

MATT

Ow.

MATT punches TOM's arm.

TOM

Ow. This is why I hate you

(BEAT)

Nah. I don't hate you. Not because of that, anyway. I shouldn't have pushed you away like I did.

TOM sighs, puts his face in his hands.

MATT

Well... You know how it is. This pandemic has been hard on all of us.

TOM

No. That's not it. I think something's wrong with me. I think something's been wrong with me for a long time.

MATT reaches a hand out to touch TOM'S shoulder, hesitates, then sets it back down on his lap.

MATT

I get that.

TOM

Huh. As if.

MATT

I do. What you said before was... Honestly it was really, really mean.

TOM

Yeah. Definitely some of my best work.

MATT

Indubitably. But it was also... True.

TOM sits up to look at him.

MATT

I may be handsome, well-dressed and smell like a summer's breeze...

TOM

More like a waste tip on a hot day.

MATT frowns at him.

TOM

Right. Go on.

MATT

But even I have problems I'm dealing with. Even with all my brilliant genetics and fantastic sense of style... I'm still haunted by the horrible decisions I made in my past, that ultimately led to our friendship being permanently complicated and tense due to unresolved trauma.

Echoes of a bear growling, a gunshot, and TOM wailing "Father!". Both look equally traumatized as they remember their past.

MATT

But I've found a way to push back against all those bad thoughts I have about myself.

TOM

You... Stopped giving guns to bears?

MATT

Haha. No. Not even slightly. I do daily affirmations!

MATT whips a pocket mirror out and grins at his reflection.

MATT

You are so good looking!

He turns the mirror to TOM.

MATT

Here, you try!

TOM sighs and regards his expression. He pulls a few faces, then slowly settles into a smile.

TOM

You're alright.

MATT

See! You'll be just like me in no time!

MATT throws an arm around TOM's shoulders.

TOM

God, I hope not.

MATT

I don't think there's anything wrong with you, Tom, no more than there's anything wrong with, uh, other avid gun collectors. The only thing that is wrong, is that horrible demon possessing your body that turns you into a monster and attacks the city.

TOM

...Thanks, Matt.

MATT

Also your terrifying face.

TOM

You can stop now.

TOM pushes MATT's arm off him and stands. He looks down at his ruined SUIT.

TOM

What now? We're both a mess and we still don't even know where Edd is.

MATT

I have one solution.

MATT pulls out a roll of DUCT TAPE.

TOM'S eyes widen.

YANK! RIP! SLAP!

TOM’s SUIT is patched up with the TAPE.

TOM

Huh, guess you retained some skills from when we did the roof.

MATT

(SHIFTY)

Haha. Yeah. The roof.

TOM spots something on the floor, steadily makes his way over and picks it up. It's a piece of MISSILE. He turns it over. The READ LEADER symbol has been painted onto it. MATT looks at it, shrugs at him.

A SPARKLE in the sky.

MATT squints up at it.

MATT

What is that?

TOM

I don't know. Probably another one of Tord's stupid inventions.

MATT

No. That!

He points up. TOM tilts his head back.

The SPARKLE grows larger. Fire, burning, plummeting towards EARTH. A second SPARKLE appears behind it.

Both of their eyes go wide.

[holykillercake]

Barrels, Bets and Balls

pairing: Zoro x Drunk!Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: The Straw hats are presented with millenary rum from an Ancient Giant Tribe and, well, no one is giving you that anymore. 

higlight:  ¨And then you said ¨maybe I should wear your underwear.¨

warning: Don´t read and drive. 

notes: HOLD MY BEER! Hi, guys! This was a lovely request from @roronoatrash for a drunk s/o! I have to say this is my first time writing a drunk character so I´m a bit nervous hahaha I really really hope you like it! Have fun and drink responsibly! <3 @vemuabhi​

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Agh!¨ you mumbled when you tried to lift your head from the pillow. It felt like the Thousand Sunny had run over you a thousand times. 

¨Hm?¨

¨Regret ... mhbeh ... thing...¨ your mouth was so dry that talking became almost impossible.  

¨What´s that?¨ Zoro asked, definitely amused by your deplorable state.

¨Hmmm... I don´t... regret... anything.¨

¨Of course you don´t. You don´t remember anything.¨ he shifted on the bed, making it look like a black hole was opening in the mattress. ¨Here, take this.¨ He handed you something.

¨I don´t need your pity... ma-marimo.¨

¨This is not pity, Y/N. This is a painkiller. Come on, you´re gonna feel better.¨

When he helped you to sit on the bed, you noticed something stuck to the window, preventing the sun from entering and blinding you. The greenette removed a few locks of hair that laid plastered across your face before helping you with the herculean task of taking the pill.  

¨If the stupid cook is not dead he must have made coffee.¨ he stood up, grabbing your slippers and placing them in front of you. 

In the meantime, your mind tried to gather whatever useful information you had to understand what had happened, but everything was a void blank. 

¨You ok?¨ he asked, hand on the doorknob. ¨Do you want me to bring it to you?¨

¨No, it´s ok...¨ you pinched the bridge of your nose, making one last effort to remember at least a crumb of the previous hours. You were fast to give up, though. ¨What happened?¨ 

¨Uhhh, you got drunk and passed out.¨ he said like it was no big deal. 

¨Hmm, ok...¨ you took a few seconds to digest his words ¨but when you say ´you´ you mean ´you me´ or ´you guys´?¨

A chuckle left his mouth ¨Come and you´ll see.¨ 

The sun shone high in the sky, forcing you to wince back into your room like the time you had your shadow stolen. You stumbled and lowered yourself to the floor, crawling away from the light. 

¨You go!¨ you said dramatically, covering your eyes ¨Run away and leave me! Tell everyone... that I fought until the last moment!¨

Zoro scoffed at your poorly performed scene, walking closer to you and squatting, back turned to you. ¨Hop, soldier. We don´t leave nakamas behind, right?¨

Your cheeks reddened with his gesture, and you hid your hungover smitten smile on the crook of his neck. ¨Hold tight, Y//N.¨

Oh, I will. Ouch, my head!

As soon as you reached the main deck, your eyes widened, ignoring the bright sun, and your mouth fell in a perfect O. 

¨Oh my freaking... what happened here?¨

If it weren't for the countless barrels, you would have easily thought that you had been chewed up by a sea king. 

The Straw Hats were scattered across the deck, mixed with garbage, blankets, and rolls of toilet paper. Their unorthodox positions would definitely grant them a stiff neck.

Zoro carried you to the kitchen where you found Usopp and Chopper talking at the kitchen table.

¨... like I fasted in a desert for forty nights, and then I survived... a buster call. And like... all of the battleships were pointed at me. And I was catching fire before that.¨ you heard Usopp whine to the doctor, who wrapped some bandages on him. 

¨Oi, who made coffee?¨ Zoro asked purposely loud.

¨SHHHH!¨ you and the sniper hissed at him.

¨Sanji did.¨ Chopper answered ¨Oh, Y/N, how are you feeling?¨

¨Like my heart is beating in my head.¨

¨At least there´s a heartbeat.¨ the swordsman replied, putting you close to a chair so you could take a seat. ¨Hm, Chopper, I saw the cook dead outside.¨

¨Yeah, he made coffee and then passed out again.¨ Chopper discreetly pointed at Usopp´s bandages. 

¨He passed out and spilled hot coffee on me!¨ he roared, stopping midway to whine. 

¨But you two look pretty good, though.¨ You referred to Chopper and Zoro. 

Not Usopp, definitely not Usopp. 

¨Night watch. I didn´t drink last night.¨ the doctor sighed, relieved. 

¨And I can handle my alcohol.¨ the greenette bragged, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of you. 

¨What happened anyway?¨ 

¨Oh! You don´t remember too, Y/N? That millenary rum was really strong!¨ Chopper asked, fascinated by the effects of the beverage. 

¨Millenary rum?¨ 

¨Yeah! It was a gift from an Ancient Giant Tribe!¨ 

¨Giant tribe?¨ you kept repeating every word he said, double-checking to see if you were not hearing things. 

¨Y/N, what´s the last thing you remember?¨

¨Hmm, let me see...¨ you rested your elbows on the table, hands covering your eyes. Wow, even thinking hurts.

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¨I swear to God, Tony! When Luffy falls into the water, you can not jump after him!¨ you yelled, panting from climbing back to the ship and soaking wet of salty water. 

He pouted and whined. You only called him ¨Tony¨ when you were upset with him. 

¨So-Sorry Y/N... AaaAgh...¨ his voice trembled, and you couldn´t help but soften a little. 

¨Ugh, forget it.¨ you laid down on the grass and sighed, the reindeer on your belly ¨Are you alright, Chopper?¨

¨Y-Yeah...¨

Zoro emerged a few seconds later, carrying Luffy on his shoulder. 

You had engaged in a fight against some bandits who were causing trouble on an island called Gran Brabados. From what you could understand, they were descendants of the Ancient Giant Tribe who emancipated from Elbaf after years of conflict. 

¨I don´t wanna be rude, but¨ Usopp spoke to one of them ¨I thought giants were warriors. Like Broggy and Dory. Those guys fought for over 100 years!¨

¨Well, most of us are, but some are not. That's why we left Elbaf.¨ the giant said ¨We're not interested in war, we're interested in rum!¨

All of you stopped for a second, wondering if you heard the same thing.

¨Eh?¨ you spoke.

¨We don´t make war! We make rum!¨ he threw his huge hands in the air, chest puffing out of pride.

¨Oi, really? Give us some!¨ Zoro immediately threw Luffy on the floor and ran towards the giant. Next thing you knew, the giant burst into laughter. 

¨Gabababa!¨ he hunched as he laughed ¨Sorry, but tiny people like you can't handle it! Gababababa!¨

You were not sure what offended you the most, he calling you all, who just saved their asses, weak or having to dodge the huge drops of saliva that came out of his mouth. 

After insisting a lot, he ended up giving in, presenting the straw hats with barrels and barrels of millenary rum. Yeah, millenary. Rum distilled for one thousand years, or at least that is what he said. 

The celebration didn´t take long to begin. Because Luffy had decided to set sail that same day, you would all be bathed with a pleasant sunset as you partied.

¨Wow!¨ you shouted after chugging the first tankard. ¨Oooohh, this is good booze!¨ you shook your head, already feeling the kick. 

¨Girl, you should go easy on this. It´s super strong.¨ Franky said, making you scoff at him, possessed by some waspish Viking demon.

¨And here I thought you were hard-boiled.¨ 

¨What?¨ 

¨O-Oi, Y/N...¨ Usopp said, worried, sipping his drink. 

¨Haven´t you learned anything with Tom-san?¨ you clicked your tongue ¨Meh, I guess I´ll be the one making things with a DON around here!¨ you chugged more of the rum. 

The shipwright glared at you with a red beam coming out of his left eye. You remember questioning yourself for a second. Maybe you had said too much, but it was just for a brief second before you insulted someone else. 

Back at the kitchen table, flashes of the events from the last night began to pop in your mind. Guilt and embarrassment gushed over you, making you twist and cringe. 

¨And then you said ¨maybe I should wear your underwear.¨ Chopper shivered as he quoted your words.

¨Nooo...¨ you cried out.

¨It gets worse, Y/N.¨

¨What?! How?!¨

¨Because after that,¨ Zoro started to speak, and you saw him struggle to stop a smile from cracking. That was not a good sign. ¨you said "your balls are so small Robin could have grabbed them with one hand!¨ 

The men laughed and slapped the table as you looked for a place to bury your head or a knife to stab yourself in the heart. 

¨WHY DIDN´T YOU STOP ME?¨ you yelled, pulling your boyfriend by the collar and shaking him. 

He placed a hand on your forehead, a silly thing he did every time you got too nervous. ¨Oi, you´re a big girl. You know what you´re doing.¨ 

¨Noo, obviously I don´t!¨ He smiled. 

He would not be the one to tell you, but he did have to stop Franky from Radical Beam-ing the hell out of you several times. For some reason, you were very keen on insulting the cyborg's masculinity. 

Another thing he wouldn´t tell you was that he didn´t touch the rum in the last night. He decided to remain sober and look after you, making sure you would not kill someone or get yourself killed. 

However, despite all the trouble you gave him, he recognized your strength. Straw hat after straw hat, you managed to defeat everyone in a stupid drinking contest. 

The biggest achievement was to drag Luffy into the game since he dislikes the taste of alcohol. When he denied being part of it, you teased him by saying,¨I think you are just scared, Luffy. You know what, maybe I should be the Captain of this ship! Maybe, I will be the Pirate King!¨

That was about the sixth punch Zoro took for you. Or because of you. 

The darker the night fell, the wilder you all got. And then insults began to come from every direction to every direction. You were arguing, then laughing, then crying and apologizing. If it wasn´t for Zoro, Chopper would have had a heart attack. 

¨Nami, you thief! Give me back my queen, or I´ll be forced to shoot a Bidori Moshi at you!¨ Usopp yelled, holding a bunch of cards in his hands. 

¨Oi, Usopp! How dare you speak with a lady like that?! I´ll kick you in the face!¨

¨Bring it on, Sanji! I eat eggplants like you for breakfast every day! AND IT´S GOD USOPP FOR YOU!¨

¨Zoro...¨ Chopper cried, falling close to where the swordsman was sitting. ¨W-What are we going to do?¨

¨Uh? Ah, sit back and relax. You know these guys, they are ju-¨

¨Y/N-san, may I see your panties?¨

¨Well, too bad for you I´m not weari-¨

¨OI! Y/N!¨ Zoro dashed over, throwing you on his shoulder. 

That was about the first punch Brook took for you. Or, again, because of you. 

And then, as the number of biological hazards began to decline, managing the situation became easier and easier. Chopper took care of the fallen drunken, and Zoro threw blankets over them.

In the end, it was you and Luffy. You were still arguing about the things you said earlier. Both of you were exhausted but didn´t want to give in. The argument only ended when you withdrew your words, saying that he would be the one to become King of the Pirates.

Luffy fell dead asleep immediately, and Zoro took the cue to approach you. ¨Hey, Y/N. Our time, let´s go?¨

You turned to him and nodded, red cheeks and tired eyes. He had to scoop you up and carry you back to your room since your legs were not part of the equation anymore, and you would let go and fall every time he tried to carry you on his back. 

¨Heeey, you´re not drunk!¨ you whined, almost falling asleep. ¨Why aren´t you drunk?¨

¨Cause you drank everything.¨

¨Noo, I can find s´more.¨ you uncovered yourself, trying to get out of bed.

¨I bet you can.¨ he said, covering you again and pulling you closer.

The warmth of his body, altogether with his hand gently rubbing your back, made your system shut down. 

¨You know... I can kick your ass... in a drinking contest...¨

¨Yeah,¨ he chuckled ¨I bet you can.¨

That was definitely not true, but for you, well, for you he could pretend it was.