#i do this every fucking time I'm so sorry it's muscle memory at this point

[scuffle-with-spirals]

Me: Hm. I wonder what I should search up when I go to fellow Tumblr Mutual SHINJI HIBIKI’s tumblr page @ SHINJI HIBIKI dot tumblr dot com. hm. I think I’ll search through their SHINJI HIBIKI TAG. HM.

My fingers:

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[narcissistshandler]

giving miguel head while he explains complicated concepts of the multiverse. 😳 at first he chuckles when reader requests this, but he starts to struggle and lose track of what he was talking about. his voice becomes more desperate as he tries to explain all this stuff he knows to reader with his talons gripping at his love’s skull and his voice shaking and melting into pretty breathy moans until he can’t think of what he was talking about and instead fucks reader’s throat til he’s an overstimulated, sobbing mess

𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn!reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 blowjob (reader giving), deep throat, slight overstimulation at the end, reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned, a little of blood

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 This was in my drafts for two weeks and honestly I don't remember what/how I wrote half of it, but still, this request was delicious

"—Are you listening to me?"

You blinked, seeming to come back to reality and looked into Miguel's judgmental brown eyes.

"I've been speaking Spanish for the last ten minutes," he continued before you had time to speak.

"I am," you insisted. Your first instinct was to lie. The truth was no, you weren't paying the slightest attention to any of all that complicated science and physics coming out of Miguel's mouth, even though from the beginning your focus hadn't left his lips framing every complex and long word, occasionally rising to appreciate that expression of concentration on his usually serious face that shouldn't be so erotic to anyone but you.

Miguel's eyes fell to your lap, as if he could see through the pillow you were holding, his brow immediately frowning in that way that indicated his bad mood.

"So what is the simple concept of what constitutes a Multiverse?" he questioned, sounding so much like a hot, strict teacher that you felt your sex throb in response, too distracted to even try to think of an answer. "What are the ways to overcome the barriers that separate our world from other universes?" Silence. "What happens when there is a divergence in events? Where does the variety of these universes originate?"

You knew the answer to some of these questions as someone who had heard more than enough about this subject: the multiverse was nothing more than the aggregate of parallel realities and bla bla bla. But that wasn't what Miguel wanted to hear, he wanted concise, long and scientifically coherent answers and that's why you preferred to keep your mouth shut.

"You weren't listening," he concluded with a sigh.

"Keep talking, I'll pay attention this time."

Miguel looked into your darkened eyes, noting the warm innuendo in your tone and then once again, his attention fell to the pillow that covered your lap. "You're excited," he observed, then continued seeming disgusted and irritated: "Why? Physics does that to you?"

“You do this to me,” you said. Miguel's expression seemed to become even darker. "You always seem so focused and intelligent while talking about these things I can't understand, it's sexy."

"You were the one who asked me to teach you, I didn't know this was a fantasy of yours," he pointed out.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," you asked soflty as you got up from the sofa where you sat next to Miguel and fell to your knees in front of his feet, your hands running up his bare legs until they slid under the hem of his shorts. "Continue teaching me, please? I promise I'll pay attention this time."

Miguel half growled at you, not seeming too willing to indulge in your fantasies even as his legs opened in pure muscle memory to give you room to fit between them and desire flashed in his eyes.

"How are you supposed to pay attention to what I say with my penis in your mouth? That doesn't seem like a very believable teaching method." Even with you kneeling in front of him on the floor of the apartment's living room, Miguel seemed genuinely concerned about teaching you some real knowledge about multiverse.

You rubbed your hand against the bulge in his shorts to bring him to hardness, laughing a little at how genuine Miguel was sometimes.

"You talk, I listen, then you can test me to see if I really learned something or not."

Miguel opened his mouth, looking ready to retort with some argument, but your fingers fitting into the elastic waistband of his shorts was enough to make him swallow back his words. “Okay,” he agreed finally, lifting his hips off the couch to let you pull his shorts down his legs and discard them on the floor.

"Without underwear?" You inquired teasingly, your fingers closing around Miguel's thick cock that was slowly getting hard for you and pulling him into slow, steady thrusts.

Miguel sighed at the sudden touch, a light blush coloring his cheeks at the teasing.

"Back to the beginning," he started to say, ignoring your words. "When we talk about the Multiverse, this refers to a conception of multiple universes or parallel realities existing simultaneously. Together, these universes are presumed to comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter, energy..."

Your tongue trailed in a wet line from the base to the head, interrupting Miguel's speech as he trailed off with a soft sigh.

That usual satisfaction made you smile between the licks you dragged along his length, feeling the pulsation of the bulging veins against your tongue, your fingers keeping his dick firm at the base. Your lips parted, gently sucking the side of the bulbous, red head where drops of precum were beginning to leak.

Miguel let out the most beautiful moan, one of his hands falling into your hair.

“Oh,” he sighed softly, voice already falling into that deep tone that always did things to you. You looked up at the same time you slid your tongue over the slit leaking from his cock; Miguel's eyes met yours, warm and shining. He took a deep breath and continued speaking: "In the concept of multiverse, a scheme is imagined in which... all universes aggregate each other across an infinite vastness..."

He looked so composed even with your mouth on his dick and you wanted to break that composure of his until it became nothing, until his mind stopped working and the only coherent thought he had left was fucking your throat.

Miguel doesn't stop talking when your fingers tighten around his length in a grip that borders on painful and your mouth opens so you can take his length. His cock filled your mouth, the warm, smooth skin sliding over your tongue and inward in a delicious, welcome weight that made your skin tingle. Almost instinctively, you searched for more, leaning forward and taking him deeper, your free hand feeling Miguel's thigh muscles tense under your touch.

Saliva pooled in your mouth and as soon as you pulled your head back, spit slid down his length to his heavy balls and a wet line ran down your chin, a mess you knew Miguel liked. As expected, his breathing stuttered and you saw him losing his train of thought at the sight of your saliva-glossy lips stretching around the thickness of his dick.

"...In addition to the state superpos- superposition property, there are many other phenomena that occur as quantum-scale systems, such as quantum tunneling, quantum e-entanglement..."

The firm fingers tangled in the strands of your hair suddenly became sharper, like thick needles scratching your scalp. The threat of the grab hung in the air, filling your stomach with a tense heat as you realized they were Miguel's deadly talons, which could penetrate through the fragility of your skin in seconds and even an accidental scratch could draw blood. This realization shook you to the core and a moan rose in your throat.

"... So you can connect gravity and the other three forces in an apparently firm way?" he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Dios mío."

It took you a few seconds to understand the jumbled words that came out of his mouth, but when you did you knew that you had achieved your objective, as the argument didn't seem to fit into any part of the multiverse theory.

Tears blocked the corners of your vision, jaw opening wider to take Miguel's cock deeper, the tip slapping against your cheek and tongue before going deeper, and then more and more. The salty taste of precum, sweat, and something else you could only describe as Miguel's taste rising in the back of your throat, clouding all your senses and pushing away the urgency burning between your legs. All that mattered was Miguel.

At that moment, your entire world was just Miguel's body contracting on the couch under the heat of your mouth, the heavy leg he had thrown over your shoulder and his heel digging into your shoulder blade in an attempt to bring you impossibly closer. There was a distinct feeling of discomfort growing in your body, Miguel's grip was strong and painful, his rationality seemed to have dissolved under the pleasure.

"[n-name] [name] [name] [name], por favor." The beautiful moans of your name in his voice echoed through the room in repeated, stammered repetitions.

The gag reflex kicked in, the bulbous head of Miguel's cock pressing past the tightness of your throat. Your eyes closed in an attempt to fight the immediate instinct to choke and suffocate, the desire to give Miguel everything he wanted was stronger. You willingly obeyed the grip of the talons on your head keeping you still, your mouth falling open and easy for the deep thrusts.

Resisting him, the urgency with which his hips undulated, as if he needed the pleasure to breathe, felt equal to having at least one pulled muscle and a deep cut left behind.

Fortunately, fighting him was far from your intention.

You could feel as his dick twitched inside your mouth and the thick, salty liquid filled your throat, which rose and fell as you swallowed. Your eyes opened, tears running down your cheeks, you closed your lips around Miguel's pulsing length, sucking. Miguel's reaction was lascivious, his thrusts becoming erratic, whole body shaking violently, his talons sinking at least a few centimeters into your skin, until it breaks under the pressure.

Hot liquid ran down the back of your neck, the pain was a distant thing in your warm body, your fingers digging into the soft skin of Miguel's thighs as you pressed the nose against the curly hair of his groin. Miguel whimpered as his cock continued to spurt small jets deep down your throat, tears glistening in his eyes and fangs sinking into the lower lip.

You had lied again, you hadn't paid attention to anything he said, but it didn't matter since you doubted that Miguel remembered what even was a subatomic particle now.

[sirfrogsworth]

I'm moving out of the city and I'm going to have to learn to drive. Any advice for someone (reluctantly) looking into cars for the first time?

Sorry for the late response, but I really wanted to answer this because I think I have some relevant advice.

I started driving the very day I was allowed to get my learner's permit. I took it very seriously. My dad was a mechanic, my brother literally built a car when he was 16. They were car guys and I was the goofy comedian they didn't really understand. So I wanted to be a really good driver to impress them.

I practiced every chance I got. I took driver's ed in school and got a 100% in the class. And I got a perfect score on my written driver's test and only got dinged for 1 thing on the main exam (it was bullshit, but apparently there is no way to protest a near perfect score).

But then I got sick and it didn't make sense to pay for car insurance and maintain a vehicle. So I didn't drive for roughly 15 years.

Then both my parents got sick and they became dangerous drivers and so I had to figure out how to drive again. And at first I was nervous, but after about a week of driving, I was nearly as good of a driver as when I was younger.

The reason?

Muscle memory.

Muscle memory will save your life over just about anything. The less you have to concentrate on the physical actions and habits required to drive, the more you can concentrate on situational awareness. If you don't have to think about turning the wheel, or braking, or even activating the turn signals, you can use all of that brain power to pay attention to all of the dumb fucks they let drive cars.

So my biggest piece of advice would be to break down all of the physical actions required to operate a vehicle. Even the tiny stuff like switching the station on the radio or turning down the fan on the A/C. Then find a way to practice these things over and over and over until you have that muscle memory embedded into your brain. My muscle memory was so deeply ingrained that it lasted through 15 years of not driving and a batch of mind-wiping electroshock treatments.

Find a safe place to practice and just repeat things until they feel like second nature. Especially checking your blind spots. If you can get checking blind spots to the point where you do it without even thinking about it, you will increase your safety substantially.

Other tips...

Small cheap cars are best first cars. Big cars can make you feel disconnected from the road. Almost like you are piloting the vehicle in a video game. I started on my grandma's 1987 Chevy Cavalier. It was tiny. It had no power. It was free. But I could feel everything I was doing. I could feel the turns. I could feel the road. I could feel braking and acceleration. And it really helped me understand the relationship between driver and vehicle. It was like a big go-kart but I think having that as my first car really helped me develop my driving skills.

And my last tip is to learn gradient braking and acceleration. It's mostly for the comfort of your passengers. It gives them a smoother experience but it also makes them feel safer driving with you. Basically you want to figure out how to apply pressure to the pedals in such a way that almost no G-force is felt. So you start with very light pressure and gradually transition into the max pressure you need. And you need to do it quick enough to stop and accelerate at the proper rate. If you don't transition fast enough you might not stop in time or be able to merge onto the highway. And if you transition too fast people will be lurching back and forth in their seat. But, again, practice makes perfect.

My brother is horrible at this, though mostly on purpose. He likes driving like everything is a race. And with his muscle cars, that can be fun at times. But when you are just going to the store it can make one a little nauseous. I find myself just grabbing the "oh shit" handles and never letting go.

But if you can smooth out your acceleration and braking to the point it is barely felt, all of your passengers will thank you for it.

Hopefully that helps. And maybe other folks can reply with additional advice. And if you have any more specific concerns feel free to ask. I wasn't sure if you were more worried about driving or picking out a car, so hopefully we can collectively cover both.

I wish you luck and hope you learn to love driving. It is pretty cool once you get the hang of it.

[muddyorbsblr]

everybody's watching him…but he's looking at you

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Placement: morning after 'after hours visits'

Summary: Old scars start hurting once again in the wake of your brazen and disrespectful visitor from the night before, and Tom's there to comfort you…on and off the field

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left); unprotected p in v sex; morning sex; insecure Reader in the first scene; language; sleazy pervy teammates [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship

Dick-tionary: smut starts at "He moved his large hand" and ends at "nothing but a distant memory"

You and Tom were once again woken up by the blaring of your alarm filling the room, your boyfriend adorably groaning before tightening his arm around you in a near perfect repeat performance of yesterday morning.

"Do you have to be at the briefing room early again today?" he grumbled, his fingertips tracing up and down along your spine. "Draw names again?"

"No…" you sighed, your tone immediately making him tense up.

"Sweetheart?" He tilted your head to look up at him, his sleepy eyes gradually becoming more alert as he met your gaze. He moved your hair away from your face, tucking the stubborn front strands behind your ear. "What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept."

"I couldn't," you blurted out, wincing the second the words came out of your mouth.

"What's wrong?"

There was a lump at your throat so large you could barely choke out the words. You already felt like shit making him worry about you like this, you didn't want to make it worse.

"Please talk to me, my love," he whispered, tracing this thumb along your lower lip before bringing you closer to press a kiss to your forehead. "I won't much help if I'm flying blind. Something's eating at you and--"

"Why aren't you tired of me yet?" The words just flew out of your mouth, your voice tiny and if you were being completely honest with yourself…you were embarrassed that you'd even allowed the question to take over your thoughts to the point of sleeplessness. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have--"

Before you could say anything else, he tightened his arm around you and sat up, positioning you so that you were sitting on his thighs.

"I should have seen it," he whispered, concern filling his eyes as he traced the lines of your face. "That woman's words from last night, they got to you. Affected you in a way neither of us thought of preparing for."

"Sweetie, this isn't on you." You did your best to just wave off the conversation, placing your hands on his shoulders and trying to work at the now tense muscles. "I know we've been through this before, we don't have to do it again, I shouldn't have said any--"

"Stop." He wrapped his hands around your wrists, stopping you from what you were doing. "It doesn't matter if we've had this conversation before, if we have to, then we'll have it again. As many times as you need." He gave a quick tug and your chests were pressed together, his arms snaking around your back and offering you no escape. "I love you." He pressed a kiss to your lips. "Only you. You know that, right?"

"I do, I really do. I just--I didn't realize how bad what happened last night fucked me up until I realized I couldn't close my eyes without reliving…" You took a shaky breath, the memories of the last serious relationship you had before Tom trying to drown you. "Without reliving what happened before. I mean…if I had a nickel every time a would-be homewrecker knocked on my boyfriend's hotel room door dressed in lingerie, I'd have two nickels. And that's just the ones that I know about."

He didn't say anything in return. He just proceeded to press light kisses across your face, holding you tighter against him. "My sweet goddess," he whispered into your skin, sighing when he'd kissed his way to your lips. "No one will ever succeed in luring me away from you. If you only knew how in every moment I have to myself, all I can think about is having you with me again…" He kissed along your collarbone, repeatedly whispering your name and declarations of love with every kiss.

"God why do you even put up with me I can't be that good in bed--" You let out a yelp as he flipped your positions on the bed, your back landing on the mattress with a soft thud.

"You should know by now that nobody gets to talk about the love of my life like that. Even you, sweetheart." He latched his lips onto the spot between your neck and shoulder that had you weak and squirming beneath him. "I've known since before our first night together, before you first kissed me, that I would spend my future loving you. Regardless of how you felt for me. I resigned myself to the fact that part of me was forever yours before you ever let me share your bed."

"Sweetie…" How was it that he somehow always knew how to draw you back from that dangerous ledge your mind often went to? "How are you not sick of handling my stupid little moments yet?"

"Firstly, they're not stupid. I would never belittle your fears like this," he mumbled into your neck, working his arm underneath you to lift your hips off the bed and pull you closer as you writhed underneath him. "And secondly…I quite like handling you." You felt him smirking against your skin at the squeal that hitched at the back of your throat. "Comforting you, loving you, is not and will never be a chore for me."

As he captured your lips in another soft, slow kiss, his words from last year began to echo in the back of your mind all over again. I know you're not ready yet, but I want you to know that I am. I've always been.

The guilt sat heavy in your heart knowing that you knew exactly where he was and where he wanted to go, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop looking at your life in complete disbelief. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. It happened before, what was stopping the universe from making it happen again?

"I'm still scared that one day I'm gonna wake up and you've disappeared," you confessed when he pulled away, inwardly wincing at how pathetic the words made you feel. "I haven't been as afraid the last few years but last night…it brought all those fears back to the surface I mean what if I wasn't here when she showed up--"

"Then I would have told her that I'm in a happily committed relationship and I have no need for anyone else. I would have turned her away," he said, answering your unfinished question. He laid you back down flat on the bed, proceeding to kiss his way down your body, stopping when his lips hovered over your heart. "I need you to know that I'm not going anywhere. That I'm yours for as long as I live. You're the last woman I'm going to love."

You inwardly cursed at yourself for still being unable to say the words, the sentiment still refusing to move past the lump in your throat. I'm on the same page with you. I want to be yours for the rest of my life. Can I keep you?

Instead you lifted a shaky hand to weave through his short dark blond curls, finding yourself breathing a touch easier when you heard him sighing in contentment at your touch. "You should know I feel the same way. I'm no good with words but I'm getting there I'm trying I really am--"

"You don't have to say anything right now, sweetheart. When you're ready, and only when you're ready, I will be right here with you. I always will." 

He moved his large hand down the side of your body, curling around your knee to hook your leg around his waist. Your moans began to fill the room when he lowered his head and captured your nipple between his lips, licking and sucking it into a stiff peak. "What're you--"

"What time do you have to start wakeup calls?"

The words threw you in for a loop, your mind stumbling and scrambling to recall your morning schedule. Briefing room by 8, players should be in the field by 7:45, twenty to thirty minutes to run across the hotel and get to the other three players assigned to me…

"7:15," you said between heaving breaths, letting out another moan when he repeated his attentions on your other breast.

"Then we have time…" he mumbled, kissing his way back up to your lips, a devilish grin painted across his devastatingly handsome features. "We'll leave this room together and I'll go to the field, then you can go start the rest of your wakeup calls."

You started to whimper and moan against his lips as he started to roll his hips into yours, already feeling his quickly hardening member rubbing against your entrance. "Wait sweetie I still have to take a shower, change my clothes." Dammit Y/N keep your mouth shut why are you turning down morning sex, you absolute buffoon, you hissed at yourself. "I can't go to the field smelling like sex--"

"We can shower together," he answered back smoothly, stealing another kiss from you before speaking again. "And I packed a change of clothes for you for this exact scenario."

"And what scenario is that?" you asked him breathlessly, a thrill running through your whole body as he stroked your thighs before parting them the slightest bit more and settling his hips between them. Your hand slammed down on the mattress, gripping the sheets when you felt the tip of his length rubbing up and down between your folds, teasing your entrance.

"The one where I want to keep you in bed a little while longer," he rasped, starting to inch his way inside you, letting out a shuddering breath before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "We're not leaving this room until last night's insolent visitor is nothing but a distant memory."

There must have been an angel smiling down on both you and Tom today, seeing as you were assigned to work the field again, even functioning as an assistant cameraperson as a few people from one of the crews set to shoot footage of today's Training Week events fell ill.

You were set to assist in filming the penalty shootout later on in the afternoon, handling a relatively smaller camera that would focus on the players watching rather than the players shooting for the home dressing room. For the morning, however, you were mostly guiding the photographers through the field, ensuring that they were at a safe enough distance so that the chances of them getting hit by a stray ball were significantly slimmer.

"Oi, if you stare a little harder your eyes'll burn a hole through 'er head," Jill's voice broke Tom out of his thoughts, elbowing him lightly when he stole one last glance at you before running into the playing area.

When he finally got to his teammates, his skin brisled at the discovery that they too were staring shamelessly at you, talking about the little mouth-shaped bruises that peppered your neck and chest. It didn't help that he might have added to that count this morning while he was comforting you.

"I mean if she didn't want us to look then she woulda worn something that doesn't show off her tits so much. And those hickeys are practically a red neon arrow going Look over here, gents."

Tom shut his eyes, making a conscious effort to unclench his jaw before facing them, putting on a whole performance as he smiled at them and pretended he didn't want to conveniently forget that he was a gentleman and strike them clean across their cheek. "Lads," he greeted them through gritted teeth masked as a smile. "Shall we proceed with some drills?"

"In a minute, Y/L/N is about to lean down and--No, come on sweet thing, move your hand outta the way!" The loud holler from his teammate had you snapping your head in their direction, and he could see your neck visibly tensing when you saw his teammate with hands cupped over his mouth, not even bothering to seem ashamed of the distasteful remark.

You were called over to a table by the bleachers, and finally the immature lewd comments about you seemed to stop and they all proceeded with drills for a short while. If only his teammates hadn't once again opened their mouths once they paused to take a break.

"You gents think she and her boyfriend would be opposed to a threesome? Too pretty of a thing for just one man to keep to himself."

Another one chimed in. "Downright greedy is what it is. Everyone should have the God given right to see a mouth that sinful stuffed with--"

"You know, I really don't think her boyfriend would appreciate hearing you all talk about her like she's some sentient sex doll," he finally blurted out, fighting the urge to clench his fists as his heart thundered in his chest.

"Pssh come on, I know you have your woman but even you with your A-list standards have to admit that she's a looker."

She is and she's mine, he inwardly seethed. "You can appreciate someone's beauty without being so crass about it."

"Loosen up a little, Thomas. Pretty sure her boyfriend would be proud knowing nearly every man with a pulse here wants a go at that. And it's not like he can even hear us, whoever the lucky bastard is." His teammate sighed as he looked over at that table again, making Tom hold himself back with all his strength as he watched him so brazenly adjust his shorts in front of everyone in the field. "Just one night. Lucky bastard just gotta share for one night."

Your words from last night rang loud and clear in his mind. He refused to let this go on. It was time to make things less private.

"Actually the lucky bastard can hear you all just fine," he announced loud enough for all the horny assholes to snap their heads to look at him. "And I can tell you right now neither of us are open to sharing."

"You know…I didn't see you come back to the room this morning," Simone commented with a teasing tone when she passed by the table you were sat at. "Not to be a bit of a Nosy Nancy but…if your clothes were with us, where'd you--"

"Boyfriend," you answered simply, smiling at the memory of this morning's shower with Tom in his room. And the numerous, extensive kisses you shared before parting ways for the morning. "Apparently he kept an outfit change for me in his luggage. Contingencies."

"Nice boyfriend," Joelah commented, plopping down on the seat next to you and jutting her chin toward the laptop in front of you. "Whatchu workin' on?" Before you could answer, she placed a hand on your shoulder, making you face her as she silently counted the marks on your neck and chest. "Fuckin' A you weren't kidding about your boyfriend thinkin' he's a vampire do you have more…"

"I do," you answered with a little chuckle, giving them a casual shrug. "The ones from earlier haven't even started showing yet--"

"What?!" Joelah and Simone all but shrieked, eyes wide and jaws on the ground as the former waved Douglas over. "Please tell me you know something about who the mystery man is, we still have three guesses."

The player shrugged in response. "All I know is that Jill knows and she refuses to share with the class. Just said something about if we paid enough attention we woulda figured it out by now because, and I quote, it's 'damn near impossible to miss the smitten on that man'."

"Honestly you guys Jill just basically dropped a name and asked me point blank if we were a thing," you offered, giving them a tiny smile. "So I said yes." You turned your gaze back to Joelah. "As for your earlier question, I'm doing security penetration testing on the auction site for the match-worn jerseys. Trying to make sure no one can just insert their bid without actually putting in the money and all that."

You turned back to the laptop to go through a few more test cases before sending over a checklist of some more advanced attacks for the development team to test out, as you wouldn't have enough time in the day to spare in this consult for those. From the corner of your eye you saw Joelah lean back in her chair, facing the England team.

"Ungh Don't talk about penetrating right now, babes, it's making me think things" she groaned, the frustration in her tone so potent you could practically hear her pout. "Unholy things. For a certain Player Number 6 with that obscenely tight jersey and that arse I mean just fuck me running look at the sheer power in those moves."

Without looking up from your computer you darted your eyes toward the field to sneak a fleeting glance at Tom, the stupidly tight shirt you masterminded him into stretched so tight across his back muscles you could see the definition even from this far, and his stance putting his ass and thighs on borderline sluttish display. You had to purse your lips and bite back your words before you voiced a similar sentiment, only yours mentioning that you knew exactly what power those legs held while he took you against the shower wall earlier this morning.

"Ohh Christ on a bike was I too loud?"

"I don't think so," you answered her, typing away your findings and starting on your final test. "Why what's up?"

"He's looking at the table, I'm no better than those horny asshats making crude comments at you I feel like a right knob--Wait…hold on…" She pointed at herself and you heard a faint "Me?" coming from her before she started patting your shoulder to call your attention. "Never mind he's not looking at me I think he wants to talk to you."

That was enough to make you look up completely from what you were doing, meeting your boyfriend's gaze from ten yards away. You gave him a tiny smile, raising your eyebrow in a playful questioning look. He raised his hand and gave you a little wave, prompting you to do the same.

He then started to mouth a message to you that had your breath catching in your throat with a borderline inhuman sound. I. Love. You.

"Wait hold on--?!" Simone shrieked from the side. You could hear that she and Joelah had clasped their hands together like best friends in a high school hallway, watching one of their own getting a Promposal.

"What?" you mouthed back, barely able to hold back the smile that was pulling at your mouth. What he did next had you breaking out into a full on toothy grin, joyful tears prickling at the back of your eyes.

He cupped his hands over his mouth and hollered his message again. "I said I love you, Y/N!"

You felt the air leave your lungs, unable to hold back your joy as you saw that heartbreakingly handsome face beaming at you. With cupped hands over your own mouth, you hollered back at him, "I love you, too!"

A hand clasped around yours, and Joelah looked at you with wide excited eyes. "He's--??"

"He's the boyfriend," you confirmed with a vigorous nod of your head. The other women looked at you jaws slack and silently prompting you to give up some more details. "Going on seven years."

"So he did all…" Douglas motioned at all the marks on your chest. "That??"

"And the ones that haven't started showing yet," you shot back with a cheeky wink.

"Ohh my lordy me I just realized," Joelah gasped. "Keeping things low key?! You already told us before and we were just being so fucking dense about it! You were so slick with that!" You only gave her a little shrug, giving yet another confirmation, before she jutted her chin again to point at something behind you. "Your man's coming over."

You took a breath before turning to see Tom breaking into a light jog making his way to you, immediately reaching for your hands when he got close enough. "Hello, sweetheart," he said with a heaving breath, the exhilaration radiating off him in waves as he moved his hands up your arms until he got to your shoulders. "You looked so tense, I needed to check on you." Once your shoulders relaxed he wrapped an arm around your waist, grasping your chin with his free hand, coaxing you to unclench your jaw. "Are you alright, goddess?"

"I am now," you sighed contentedly, feeling the tension steadily leaving your body with each passing second. "Thank you for checking on me."

He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. "I'm here for you, my love. Always," he said softly, framing your face in his hands. "But now that I'm here, perhaps I could…steal just a little kiss?" He looked at you with those pleading eyes that never failed to get you weak in the knees.

"You know I can't say no to you…especially when you ask so nicely." You barely had time to take in a breath before he braced his hand behind your back, tilting his head to close the remaining inches of distance between you and press his lips to yours.

The faint sound of the ladies next to you clapping and squealing surrounded you, made louder when he splayed his hands at your upper back and your hip before dipping you. He smiled against your lips when you let out a muted squeal of your own.

Jill's voice broke through your moment, remind you both exactly where you were. "Alright adorable as you two are, get your arse back out on that field, Hiddleston. You can kiss your girlfriend all you want after today's training."

You giggled from your position, holding on to his shoulders as your upper back rested perfectly comfortably on his thigh, as he pulled away with numerous soft pecks to your lips. "I love you," he whispered against your lips, pressing one more kiss before righting both your stances.

"I love you, too," you said back, unable to wipe the smile off your face as he jogged toward the field. Once you turned to face the rest of the women at the table, the sound of a frustrated shriek and stomping on cement hit your ears. Followed by a distant 'It's not fair!!' that had you all laughing amongst yourselves before Jill called out to Douglas to get back on the field as well.

Later that night you knocked on Tom's hotel room door, a look of slight concern on your boyfriend's face as he eyed the bag in your hand before a smile graced his features, realizing why you had your luggage with you.

"My roommates kicked me out," you said, making a whole show of sticking out your bottom lip in a little pout. "Something about it being pointless to keep my things there if I don't sleep there anyways." You tried to bite back the smile as he stepped toward you, running his hand down your arm until he took the handle of your overnight bag from you. "You don't happen to have a place for me to crash, would you?"

Your giggles filled the hall as he wrapped his other arm around your waist, your feet leaving the ground as he brought you into the room, kicking the door shut. "I only have the one bed," he answered you, his voice raspy as your bag hit the floor with a soft thud. "You'd have to adhere to a few rules, however."

"And what exactly are these rules?" you shot back, failing to stifle your whimper when he laid you down on the bed, smirking down at you as he worked his hands under your shirt.

"First…no clothing." He made quick work to pull your shirt over your head before pressing his lips to your now bared stomach, sucking and biting another bruise onto your skin while he unclasped your bra. "And second…you'll have to sleep in my arms at all times." He kissed his way up your body until his lips ghosted over yours. "Do we have a deal, goddess?"

You closed the last bit of distance between you, pressing your lips to his before answering him. "Always."

A/N: Meow meow protecting his bb is precious and must be protected at all costs. Everyone working the event finally knows and that means we're on to…game day! I might be giving these two a little break though to work on other series and also…the rest of my requests that've been there since 500 followers and we're already here at [information redacted] so…I'm hella late 🤣🤣

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[brucewaynehater101]

Warning: Hurt no comfort :)

"What."

Jason is in a foul, contemptuous mood. Crime Alley always has crime, but the rates have skyrocketed this week. It's not just the low-level thugs either. Plenty of mobs and higher profile criminals have been hustling around. The whole damn section is rampant with trafficking, murders, drugs, and theft at levels far above their usual rate.

Jason is so fucking tired.

He hasn't had much time to eat, let alone sleep. Every minute, he's responding to another call or scream. He wants a fucking break, but he doesn't trust anyone else to look after his people.

The sound of a boot scruffs behind him again. Jason sighs.

His gun scrapes out of its holster causing an echoes in their silence. He allows the weapon to point at the ground as he still refuses to turn around and face the other.

"What the fuck do you want, old man?"

"Jay."

This causes Red Hood to whip around and aim at the craped crusader. Batman, the hardass himself, would never use names in the field. He especially wouldn't call Jason by that term of endearment when all the man ever mutters these days is "Hood."

Jason's arm doesn't shake, but his grip tightens on the metal.

The shadowed figure takes a step forward. The safety on the gun clicks off.

"Jay."

A bullet wizzes past the cowl. The man doesn't even flinch.

"Who the fuck are you? Talk fast before the next bullet goes between your eyes."

The figure nods in understanding and maintains the distance between them. "I wanted to tell you in person. You deserve to be the first to know."

It's not visible with the crimson helmet, but Red Hood's eyes narrow at this statement. His brow furrows and his jaw clenches. "Spit it out. Stop with that cryptic bullshit."

Batman, or whatever it is impersonating him, shifts slightly. He's uncomfortable and displeased but listens to the demand.

"The Joker is dead."

Muscle memory allows for the gun to be holstered before both of his hands claw at his helmet. He throws the item before stalking closer to the shadow on his roof. Red Hood spits fury at the man.

"If you're fucking lying to me-"

"I'm not."

Jason knows Bruce. It's been years since he's had constant contact with the older man, but he knows the tells for when Batman is being dishonest. There isn't a hint of that within the weathered features. As far as he can tell, the man is being truthful.

Yet, Jason can't believe it. That monster has been haunting him for so long. For him to just die? No fanfare, no warning?

It seems impossible.

Bruce's features morph into a sympathetic grimace at Jason's inner turmoil. "You deserved to hear it first. I'm so sorry it took so long."

Jason's knees feel wobbly at those words.

Bruce, the asshole himself with a maytr and hero complex, is apologizing to Jason for Joker's continued existence. He's expressing regret and remorse that nothing had been done before.

This... This can't be real, is it?

Bruce sighs as he slips the cowl off his face. His electric blue eyes peer into the mask of Red Hood's.

"I am so sorry, Jay. You've been hurting for so long, and I never acknowledged how his continued life haunted you so. I should have done something, anything sooner so that you'd feel more at peace."

Bruce raises his hand out as if he is going to hold Jason's face before he thinks better of it. The limb drops down by his side as his shoulders hunch.

"I've hurt you so much. I'm sorry, chum."

Jason's breath hitches once and then twice as he tries to center himself again. He doesn't bother trying to stop the tears pouring down his face.

Red Hood can't focus on the platitudes that Batman is stating. He needs to focus on the situation at hand and breakdown later when he's alone.

"B-" He takes another moment before trying again. "How did he die?"

Bruce, for the first time that night, glances away. His gauntlets creak under the fists he makes.

"He's dead, Jay. It doesn't matter. I'll never let him hurt you again."

Suspicion starts to weasel itself into Jason's brain, but he tries to brush it off. Like Bruce said, it doesn't really matter how he croaked. He's dead. That's all that Jason has ever wanted. Who cares how that came to be?

Still, the way Bruce brushed off his answer is dangerous. Even with all the sweet words being thrown his way, it's been a long time since Jason's followed the older man's machinations.

Red Hood settles his hand upon his gun, but he doesn't draw it quite yet. The threat isn't subtle.

"B. How did Joker die?"

Batman peers at Red Hood for a long moment. Azure eyes dart along the tenseness in the younger's form before Bruce's chest heaves a sigh. There's defeat in his posture, but his smile is kind.

It's the warmest smile Jason's seen from his father since the fifteen year old was buried.

"I killed him."

Jason's eyes scrunch shut. More tears run down his face as he tilts his head to the sky. His face twists in anguish, and he bites clean through his lips. Watery, teal eyes peel open to stare despondently at the smog filled sky.

Three gun shots ring out. Jason continues to search for answers in the sky as his arm lowers back down to his side. He mutters to the heavens he doesn't believe in.

"I should've known. Batman would never bring me peace."

Red Hood lowers his gaze and confirms the rooftop is and has always been empty.

[sweetiebean00]

Hopscotch

There is a severe lack of content for Marikim and I've consumed it in an hour, time to adjust that even if it's just me. Listen, I hate cannon, most of it anyway. I'm not writing with Marc or Luka, only because I don't feel wholey comfy writing them. Didn't get that far in the show😅😅 Didn't finish the Lila shit either, so if it's wrong - sorry? #####

To think, it all started with an akuma. 

No, not a poor person taken advantage of. More like a poor butterfly being used by a madman being taken advantage of. 

Kim was snorting, eyes rolling at Alix and Max as the duo continued to class from lunch. Max was lamenting the idiocy of their peers, of how Lila was obviously new and full of shit. A napkin take out someone's eye? Especially someone with glasses? Kim could hear his grumblings as Alix dragged him along, her snickering about whatever else that happened that Kim didn't care to pay attention to. While the new girl was objectively pretty, she was far too much like Chloe for Kim's taste. And Kim had made it a point to avoid anything resembling the blonde, he hadn't been the greatest when he'd been trying to impress her. Marinette had helped talk to Ivan after the Stoneheart thing, and since then Kim wants to say he's been doing better. No more silly tricks to impress and using actual words opposed to teasing to encourage have been shown to help loads. Max never hesitated to remind him of the odds when his old habits would make an appearance, but that's what happens when you're a teenager in the midst of an emotional, magical terrorist attack. 

He still can't believe he mixed his gym bag for his school bag, eyes rolling at himself as he wondered if Marinette would be willing to take a commission to keep him from mixing them in the future. He didn't even want to think about the number of times he did this a week, let alone a day. It had to-

Kim froze, dread like ice in his veins as he saw the black butterfly floating along. He swallowed, holding as still as he could manage when he heard it. Voices. The following sound of a slam had his brow furrowing and he took a deep breath. Is he witnessing the becoming of an akuma? The memory, the feeling of strings connected to his limbs as the world went dark sent a chill down his spine and before he knew what he was doing. Kim was charging into the room after the akuma, eyes narrowed when he found its target.

Marinette.

The world would burn before someone let her get hurt by a fucking akuma. It was getting closer, heading for an earring as she gripped the sink so tight her knuckles were white. Nope! Not today, Hawkmoth.

"Marinette!"

She jumped, eyes wide with fear and tears falling from her cheeks. A squeak tore from her throat at the sight of the akuma and Kim did the one thing he could think of. He threw his bag. Now what Kim forgot was how he hardly missed a target when he threw something, secondly, was his strength. His muscles weren't for show, if he wasn't working out he was usually doing some sport or another. If not challenging Alix, rollerblades versus his own human body. 

The bag slammed into the purple insect, slamming it into the wall. Marinette thankfully seeing his plan had dropped into a roll, moving from the Akuma and Kim didn't hesitate to snatch her around the waist and throw her over his shoulder before they were running from the locker room. Squished Akuma left behind. 

Kim didn't stop running, his blood roaring in his ears and all he could think was to get her away from the evil little thing.

 Not today, Hawkmoth, not his Cupcake. He didn't even want to think about the slaughter that would take place, because it wouldn't be a fight, a battle. Marinette would take out Hawkmoth and their heroes without fail. She was cunning, he's seen her climb the side of a building and not be late for class every other week. He's seen her when she's pissed, seen her fall and catch herself in a handspring. Seen her make Chloe back down. He wouldn't be surprised if Marinette would make Hawkmoth her little bitch.

"Kim!"

He skid to a halt, lungs burning for air and chest heaving. They were... at the park? Oops. Marinette was poking his back, his sides. Sharp nails digging in for attention, and another one of those squeaks tore from her throat as she clawed at his back on the off chance his rapid stop made her fall. Puh-lease. He played sports, his hands were probably one of the most guaranteed safe zones in the world. Well, maybe. Ladybug or Chat Noir might be safer. 

"Kim, I think you outran the akuma." She said softly, and he chuckled. Heat flaring in the back of his neck as she wiggled to be put down. "Did... did you throw your backpack at an akuma?"

"No..?"

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck now that she was firmly on her own two feet. Her pigtails were disheveled and Marinette's eyes rolled. Lips pulled into a smile as she tugged the ribbons free from her dark hair. Kim grinned, she was smiling! A far cry from the tears she had been shedding when he first found her. The question burned on his tongue, but it might not be a good idea to talk about it right now. Maybe after she seems a bit more at ease? He shrugged, starting down the path of the park and mentally fistbumping when she started along with him.

"That's my gym bag." He grimaced, "Though now that there's akuma juice on it... Hawkmoth can have it."

She laughed, her arm nudging into him as they followed the small path at a slow pace. Kim never thought he'd be skipping class with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, then again, he didn't think he'd have to save the literal sunshine from an akuma. But everyone has their days, everyone has bad days. Kim frowned, probably didn't help everyone was pushing her about today. He heard Nino and Alya criticizing her, but before he could've asked what was going on Lila was claiming a napkin was going to take out Max' eyes. Kim remembers the way his eye twitched, the way Alix immediately stood after Max made a very dry comment and started to preach Lila, her sarcasm missed by the new girl as the trio began to gather their things and leave. Ignoring the tales of wonder of Lila's sacrifice behind as Max proceeded to rant and rave about their classmates having less intelligence than a single cell organism if they believed that.

"Your sacrifice will be remembered," She snickered, patting his shoulder. "I'll make you a new one, if-if you want that is. So it won't be lost in vain?"

"Oh hell yeah!" He fistbumped, ready to brag his ass off about getting a custom design from Marinette and to flex on Alix and Max, on Ondine, on his teammates, mostly on Alix though. "I will never say no to a DC original! Alix is gonna be pissed!"

"Oh, I can make her on-"

Kim interrupted her, grabbing her by the shoulders and pressing into her space. His face turned serious, brows furrowed as he stopped them mid-walk. When he spoke his voice had dropped into just barely above a whisper and eyes staring at her intensely.

"Whatever you do, don't make her one." She squeaked, her cheeks heating as Kim continued. "I want to forever have bragging rights on that little shit."

Marinette blinked, once, twice. Then she snorted, eyes rolling as she playfully pushed at his chest. He grinned, mischief glinting in his eyes as she proceeded to grumble. Trudging along the path quicker, and aware of the effortless way Kim kept up. Never once losing the smile that made dimples form in his cheeks. She delighted in the mock hurt and offense that took over his expression when he actually heard what she was saying. The giant athlete bemoaning her cruelty and begging her to reconsider giving Alix more things to allow Shortstack to have bragging rights on him. 

"Maaaaarrriiiii," He threw an arm around her shoulder, hearing her squawk as he leaned some of his weight onto her shoulders. Snickering as she stumbled about under his hold. "The betrayal of a sweet treat as yourself cuts ever deep as a thorn of roses!"

"That made no sense!" She laughed, shoving at his arm that was refusing to budge. "Kim! Get your meaty arm off me you oaf!"

"Oaf? Oaf?! Oaf!" He staggered, hands pressing into his chest as he spoke with an exaggerated huff. "How dare you! I am a theater jock!"

"Oh, is theater still your secret side piece to sports?" Marinette teased, and Kim grinned. Hands in his pockets as she stared up at him, shoving her fringe to the side. Her hair flawlessly turning into a brain under her deft fingers. He hadn't seen her with a braid in years. He forgot what she looked like with it. "I thought you dropped theatre last year."

"I did, but I didn't like that one class I took instead, oh the one with the thing and thing?"

"Home Economics?"

"Yes! It was laaaame, besides maman is going to show me how to do all that stuff this summer so I took theater and dropped it."

Marinette nodded, "Well if you want help cooking, you know maman and papa will help in a heartbeat."

"What, not gonna help me at all?"

She rolled her eyes, "I know you know how to cook, I also know you pretend not to when anyone asks."

"Rude. Fair, but rude."

They walked for a few moments in silence, the sound of the trees rustling in the wind. The smell of the flowers drifting through the air and surrounding them as the sun warmed them from a cloudless sky. The park wasn't filled, which made sense since most of the occupants of the park were currently in class or at work. Never in their lives did they think they'd end up skipping class, especially together. Not when he skips for sports and bets, and she skips for battle. Not that he knew that last bit.

"Thank you." She said it so softly, he wasn't sure he heard it. "For-for helping me, get away from the akuma and making me... yeah. Sorry you caught me, well..."

"Mari?" She hummed at his question, watching their shoes as they walked. "Why were you crying in the bathroom?"

"I-"

"Was it that chick, Alya? I know you've gotten close since she transferred, and it's good seeing you making new friends on your own." He stopped their walk, gently turning her to face him and lifting her chin from the ground. "But if she's not turning out to be all that great, you know you're always welcomed to break Bustier's rules and come sit with me and Nath, or even Nino, I know she banned the four of us from sitting together because we were hiding you and Nath from her so you could draw, but-"

"It wasn't- it wasn't Alya..." Marinette admitted, he raised a brow. Her gaze broke from his and she sighed. Her shoulders slumping. "Okay, her and Nino didn't help. But, it's-it's fine. We don't have-"

"Cupcake, unless you don't want to talk to me about it, which you know you just have to say so, what happened? Let your big strong knight be your shield again!" 

She laughed, the sound soft, if a little pained. She heaved a breath and when she leaned into his side, he didn't hesitate. Wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close as they continued to walk. It was silent, comfortable. He missed hanging with her, with Nathaniel and Nino. He wondered how well Max and Nath would work together, or Alix and Nino. Considering he can't imagine ditching old friends for new, or new for old. Maybe that's what Marinette needed, some new friends too! He was already thinking of dragging Max to the bakery one day with him, to bond with her. Well, they did like video games and-

"Lila threatened me."

The world stop. The air left his lungs as his vision went dark around the corners. Lila threatened Marinette. Lila threatened Marinette. The Italian sausage threatened! He swallowed the urge to storm back to that school and just take care of that problem growing like fire in his chest. How dare. How fucking dare that new bitch. 

"She should've stayed in Italy." 

"Kim -NO!"

Her hands clawed at him, and Kim grunted when Marinette threw herself onto his back. Like that would stop him. He bench presses her weight, on a light day! He growled, she growled back and it didn't stop him from starting the track back to Dupont. Oh that bitch!

"Kim I don't have a bag to throw if you get akumatised! Stop!"

"Get off."

"No!" Marinette climbed further and he forgot how much a fucking spider monkey she was. "I will tell you everything but only if you promise not to do anything rash! I did and I got expelled."

He froze. She was expelled. Lila did that. Kim remembers asking Max to look into the cameras, remembers Nathaniel looking at the heirloom and telling him that it was a necklace from Gabriel Agreste. He knows because Marinette sent him the picture of them from the window earlier that same week to give inspiration for his art. They had already been on the way to make Damocles look when she had been sent back to class, her expulsion ending and Kim had noticed the look on Lila's face. She had been happy, and now Kim knows why. 

He could see her over his shoulder, her bluest blue eyes wide and darting through the sky over their heads. She was looking for an akuma, watching out for him. Which... considering the butterfly probably no longer smashed against a wall in the locker room, it is a fair precaution. He took a measured breath, fists clenching at his sides. He focused, trying to reel his anger in even if part of him dared the butterfly obsessed freak to send one after him. Just so he could tear it apart with his hands, or better yet. Marinette has carried a sewing kit with her since she wanted to become a fashion designer and he knows she has a pastel pink seam ripper in her purse. 

He breathed again, eyes closing. In through the nose, out the mouth. He could feel her warmth against his back, could smell vanilla, of warm bread, and cookies from the wind. Could feel her hair brushing against his skin as her arms locked around his neck. Holding tight to keep from falling. Her ankles locked on his stomach to keep herself up, and feel her purse pressing into the small of his back uncomfortably.

Kim relaxed, thoughts of tearing something apart with his bare hands replacing thoughts of dismembering something to make Hawkmoth stay the fuck away from him. From her. He needed to go hit a punching bag as soon as he could, just the thought had his anger fading away. The tension in his muscles easing as she continued to cling to him like a koala. 

After a moment, he felt her slide against him. Her fingers clawing down and he shuddered, goosebumps breaking across his skin as she came to stop. Her hands curled in the fabric of his red hoodie gathered at his lower back. His neck burned, and he resisted the urge to roll his shoulders back. Ignoring the pleasant little buzz coming to life in his blood, pushing at all the thoughts trying to rush to the surface. 

He needs her not to do that again, that felt way too good. His mind betraying him with the million and one ways her grabbing at his back could be twisted. He needed a cold shower after beating a punching bag, maybe one of the guys from his sports team would be willing to go a few rounds in the ring with him later? He was going to need it, even if the only reason he felt all pleased is because he liked backrubs. Stop looking at him like that.

She hesitated before taking his hand, leading him down the path until they came across a far off spot. Bushes filled with roses laid about the area and Kim realized she gave them privacy. He didn't know if he liked the idea of this spot, of her taking someone here, probably Adrien because it had become quite clear she had feelings for him. Feelings for the blonde prince, as Alix said to him one day when her phone wouldn't shut up and Alya was trying to scheme them together without Marinette knowing. 

Shaking the thoughts to the back of his head, he waited as Marinette slid against the trunk of the tree. Watched as she slowly stopped with her knees to her chest against the bark and caught his eye before patting the seat beside her. Offering him a seat even if the invitation had been there when she started leading him to the secluded little piece of safety. Kim settled beside her, lifting his arm and resting it on her shoulder when she leaned into his side. The smell of vanilla, of bread and cookies surrounding him with the fragrance of the flowers. She fidgeted, her fingers picking at each other until he caught the aforementioned digits in his other hand and squeezed. She was stalling, maybe trying to get that overworking mind of hers to figure out how to start it all. Kim didn't mind, he'd gladly wait for her to get the words out. She's always been worth the wait, even if he wasn't the most patient of the bunch. That was Nino’s and Nathanial's expertise, but Kim... he could listen. He could sit still for her.

When she began to speak, Kim had reminded himself to keep his mouth shut. To hold his questions to the end as her soft voice washed over him. Any other day it would've been peaceful, would've been nice even. The stuff out of those fairy tales Rose loved so much. He breathed through his nose, letting it out through his mouth slowly with every new thing she told him. When she finished, they sat there. Breathing as she let the weight fall off her shoulders, as he took it from her as he always would. Maybe she should rely on him more? She tossed the thought before it could finish forming, focusing on the questions he asked in that slow, calm, yet tight tone. She prayed to Tikki that Kim wouldn't leave, and wouldn't do as Alya did, what Nino did. Wouldn't do what Adrien did...

Before she could spiral, he squeezed her closer. Earning a squeak as he snickered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. The pink on her cheeks making his smile genuine, despite the protective rage simmering in his eyes. How he didn't attract an akuma, he wouldn't know. What he did know was that he had several things added to his agenda and clear in his mind. 

For starters, Adrien Agreste is no prince charming. Not in any of the storybooks, or tales of love and daring do. Not in a million years, not hers at the very least. Take the high road? Really? That was not the way to handle a school yard bully, maybe tabloids, maybe lie-rags. Maybe even crazy fans. But not a person threatening to tear someone down amongst their peers. It took everything Kim had to not scowl, not to pull out his phone and text the model. Alix' love for the twisted version of the stories came to mind, the one when the princes were the real bad guys of the stories. 

A new sort of resentment built inside him. For Bustier's constant victim blaming teachings, and for separating him from Marinette in the first place. If they were together, Lila wouldn't get the fucking chance to push the sweetest girl in school to the back of the class. Not only that, but she also wouldn't get her nasty ass claws inside Kim like she did Alya. 

Which brings him to his next point.

Alya is no friend of Marinette's. When they got banned from sitting together, he and Marinette had challenged each other. To make friends with whomever they got seated next to. Just her luck she got fucked with blonde prick and fake news. He took a breath, giving Marinette another squeeze. Best friends push you to do your best, but they don't push you into doing your worst. When you aren't comfortable, when you're scared, they are the spotter to catch the weight you're lifting. Alya hasn't been that for Marinette for a while now. 

Not only that, but what person schemes to hook up their bestie with their crush when neither have had a decent conversation? Or encourages the stealing of phones, privacy, and what was it? Oh yeah, stalking. After Kim was far more calm, he would be marching Marinette's ass home and telling her to take down everything. No schedules, no knowing everything there is about him from the internet. No future birthday presents, none of that shit. You're supposed to help coach the crazy, not encourage it. For fuck's sake!

Kim made sure to make a note to himself to have a long overdue chat with Nino. Take him out, sit him down, and if Kim's lucky, Nino can give Alya that dose of reality she apparently needs. If not, well, Nino has always been as protective as Kim. The duo never hesitated to protect Marinette and Nathaniel on the playground as they grew up, or from the teachers. They might have drifted, but they were still friends. 

Kim stood, tugging her up with him and offering her a charming smile. She blinked up at him, but let him lead her out of the park to the Bakery. Kim had some work to do. No sausage haired new chick was going to alienate his honest to kwami best girl.

[bi-bard]

Is It Insensitive for Me to Say Get Your Shit Together So I Can Love You? - Joel Miller Imagine [The Last of Us]

Title: Is It Insensitive for Me to Say Get Your Shit Together So I Can Love You?

Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader

Word Count: 1,451 words

Warning(s): References to sex, cussing

Summary: [Inspired by "Renegade" by Big Red Machine (ft. Taylor Swift)] (Y/n) and Joel's relationship could be best described as unhealthy escapism. However, when the longing for more begins to overwhelm (Y/n), realizations are made and many things are almost broken.

Author's Note: I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO USE THIS SONG FOR SO LONG!

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It was hard to look at the new "normal" and feel like there was no point to it.

The world had been devasted. Many died, more were displaced. It was what I always imagined hell would be like.

However, humanity could always find a way to cope with the struggle facing them. Some were healthier than others, but never be fooled; everyone has a coping mechanism.

Joel Miller's coping mechanism seemed to take a few forms.

First was the isolation. He wouldn't speak to anyone unless he had to. He spent all his time either working or hiding.

Second was the drinking. The desperate numbing. Many people did the same as him. All of us had lost something. Siblings and parents and kids and friends. It was never if you had experienced loss, it was how much had you lost.

Third was... me.

Well, I hoped it was just me. That's what he told me, and Joel didn't seem like the type to be comfortable diving into bed with anyone and everyone.

In all honesty, the first night that we spent together was a blur. It was a flurry of small images. Kissing and touching. I couldn't tell you who kissed who first. I couldn't tell you what had been happening moments before we got swept up in the moment.

It became a pattern after that.

At this point, there were few words left to be said. Muscle memory led us through it all at this point. It was nothing extravagant. More business than anything.

It became normal for me to wake up to the other side of the bed empty.

It also became normal for longing to tug at my heartstrings like Joel had wrapped his hand around the organ and taken it with him.

I wanted to believe that I could ignore it. Keep going and it would eventually go away. I guess that's the mindset that got the world exactly where it is now.

I just wanted to believe that I was strong.

But the emotions kept bubbling in my stomach like water in a pot on a stove. If you leave something in that heat long enough, it's going to boil over.

My version of boiling over was sobbing.

Broken sobbing as Joel kissed me with my back pressed against the wall of my apartment. Shaking hands still grabbing at the front of his jacket. Tears blurring my vision as I desperately tried to swallow back every sound.

It took him a matter of moments to realize something was wrong.

He pulled back. "(Y/n)... what's wrong?"

I had fallen silent as I watched my hands flex on his jacket. My grip tightened and then slowly loosened again.

"I... I can't do it," I muttered pathetically. "I can't do this."

"Okay," he held his hands up and stepped back.

He didn't leave. He stood there and watched me. He wanted to know if it was his fault. It was. Of course, it was. Just not in the way that he thought.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled to him.

"It's alright."

I looked back at him. I bit my lip for a moment. "Do you love me?"

He sighed and looked away from me.

"Joel," I pushed, my arms crossing over my chest.

"Why does it matter," he asked.

"Are you joking?"

His jaw clenched.

"Because I can't keep feeling like this," I explained. "I can't keep going with the yearning and the loneliness and the emotionless fucking. I can't do it."

It was his turn to cross his arms over his chest.

"Do you care about me?"

"Of course, I do-"

"Then, prove it," I snapped. "Offer me something real that isn't sex."

He didn't respond. He had a pattern of doing this. He found it easier to shut down than admit that he couldn't or didn't want to do something.

"I understand that you've been through shit. Most of us have. You can keep your damn wall up if you want, but I... I'm not going to pursue anything with you if that's the case. I'm sorry. It hurts me too much."

I could almost sense him biting his tongue. He wanted to argue with me. He wanted to fight this.

"I want you to leave until you can figure out what you want," I pointed at the door.

"I know what I want."

"No, Joel, I really don't think you do."

It all hit me when the door slammed shut behind him.

I felt like an asshole. It wasn't my place to demand that he tells me all of his secrets and trauma. I knew that much.

But at what point does sacrificing my own comfort overpower my desire to respect him and his thoughts?

The next few days were hard.

It was strange to see someone that you used to be somewhat close to and have to make the conscious decision to avoid them.

Joel and I seemed to find each other everywhere.

I missed him. Of course, I missed him.

I was constantly at odds with myself over just forgiving him and moving forward or holding onto what I told him.

The longing hadn't gone away. It was only getting worse. There was something about knowing that he was so close and was simply deciding that I wasn't worth the effort that hurt. I wanted to believe that I was important to him in some way. But I couldn't force something that wasn't there and I couldn't beg someone to communicate with me. I learned that a long time ago.

I was beginning to believe that the pain in my chest was going to become a new accessory when there was a knock on my door.

I took a deep breath before walking over. I checked the peephole. My heart dropped, but I opened the door anyways.

"Joel-"

"Her name was Sarah," he stopped me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "My daughter. Her name was Sarah."

I quickly stepped to the side, knowing this wasn't a conversation that he wanted to have in the middle of the hallway. He walked inside and sat down on my couch. I stood on the other side of the tiny living space, watching him with my arms crossed over my chest.

"It was the first night of the outbreak," he started quietly. "Well, the first night of military action, anyways.

"My brother was driving Sarah and me out of town, There was an accident. Um, this plane came down and the truck crashed. Sarah... Sarah got hurt-"

"Joel, you don't have to-"

"I want to," he stopped me. He looked me in the eye for the first time since he sat down. "I want to tell you this."

I just nodded, letting him continue.

"I was carrying her away from the center of town," he explained. "We... We were running out of the back of this building. A man was chasing us, but I couldn't do anything without dropping Sarah. This soldier shot the guy behind us.

"He... He called in on his radio that he found two survivors. He was... He was instructed to kill us. I tried to shield Sarah. My brother shut the soldier. I was just grazed but Sarah... Sarah had..."

He trailed off, gesturing to himself in the hopes of getting the idea across. He almost looked like thinking about it made him feel sick.

I walked over slowly, going to kneel in front of him. "Hey, you can stop-"

His arms wrapped around me as soon as I was close enough for him to reach me. I was awkwardly balancing on one knee as he buried his head in my neck. I let out a shaky breath as I hugged him back.

One of my hands moved to run through his hair, trying to calm him down.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I shouldn't have forced you to do that."

Joel moved back and wiped his eyes. I stayed where I was.

"I wanted to tell you," he repeated. "I... I needed to tell you."

I just nodded.

"I do want you," he continued. "Not just... like we were. I care about you, (Y/n). I'm just shit at showing it."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. "Whatever feels right."

He took a deep breath, pulling my hand up so he could press a kiss to the skin. "Can I... Can I stay here tonight?"

I nodded. "Sure."

"I don't mean sex-"

"I didn't assume that you did."

I saw the start of a grin pulling at his lips.

I leaned up and kissed him gently before pulling back again.

Step one.

That's what this was.

And that's all I could ask for.

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[chaifootsteps]

Chai, I know you're not using Shay's death as some sort of gotcha against Viv. You've literally stated plenty of times that she can't control her fandom.

However, she encourages bullying and harassment and has been guilty of driving an ex friend of hers to hospitalization a few times in the past. Thankfully that person never wound up dying.

Norry and Dj and others really need to shut the fuck up. They're so vile and should be spreading Shay's memorial, putting aside any personal vendetta against you.

You haven't made fun of Shay. You haven't been using her for anything nefarious. Jesus christ, Chai I am so sorry these fucking slimy ass goons won't leave you the fuck alone.

Also, Norry, I'm still waiting on my responses about Dani, Viv, and Raph! :) You stalk the shit out of Chai's blog, but somehow miss someone calling you out by name and listing off very real points of hypocrisy that you seem to be refusing to acknowledge?

If you screenshot only a clip of this, we'll know.

Anyways, I was gonna lay off those people because of Kedi but it's clear they won't fucking stop.

RIP Shay. You deserved better than this. 🕊

Appreciate it, Anon. Kedi flexed every negotiator muscle in her body and kudos to her for doing it, but some people just wake up every day and choose who they want to be.

I've stressed time and time again that what happened wasn't Viv's fault, but there are a lot of pieces to this story. The way Viv and the aggressive side of her fandom keep feeding each other, the hostility on Twitter, the hostility of shipping and fandom culture and just general human meanness in 2024...those all need to be talked about, and I have no intention of stopping just because a few people would rather pretend the house isn't on fire.

[theres-a-body-here]

Female survivors with Creep!reader

The wolf-masked creep makes their rounds around the realm

Claudette Morel

Isn't really sure what to make of you

Sure, you're a perv that hunts down and hurts her friends

But you've never really touched her in trials

You completely ignore her for the most part

However, she has spotted you recording her every now and then

She almost feels like a child being documented as they take their first steps

More than once have you opted to chase her teammates instead of her, even if she was closer

Still, you chase her every once in a while

Gotta appease the Entity if only a little

She hears you chuckle as you chase her through jungle gyms

She gets even more confused when she notices how genuine and joyful they are

Claudette's instincts kick in, honed over countless trials of survival. Without a second thought, she reacts to the chase by slamming a pallet down, a move she's repeated instinctively time and time again.

The impact elicits a grunted sound of pain from you, momentarily disrupting your relentless pursuit.

Her heart skips a beat as the realization sinks in. She didn't intend to hurt you, at least not directly. Years of trials have ingrained certain responses into her muscle memory, and in the heat of the moment, she acted without thinking. A squeak of surprise escapes her lips, followed by an immediate and sincere apology, her voice laced with genuine regret.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, her words tumbling out as she continues her frantic escape.

You simply stand there and watch her run away, your camcorder recording every precious moment.

Laurie Strode

Another survivor that hates your guts

Laurie has dealt with masked stalkers before

She's pretty prepared to face you every time

You like that about her

You love how every chase with her is never boring

You taunt her as she loops you around a pallet

"You're getting sloppy, blondie"

You swing at her, but she manages to slide across the pallet just in time

You curse the Entity for allowing Made For This to exist

Laurie is never afraid to bite back with a remark of her own

"You're fucking with me, right? There's no way you're this bad"

"aaaaaanndd you're getting tunneled"

Even when you do eventually down her

Boom. A glass shard to the back

Finally, the moment of triumph arrives as you catch up to Laurie, her breath ragged and her determination unbroken. With a swift, calculated strike, you manage to bring her down, her body collapsing to the cold ground.

As you reach down to lift her up, a sudden searing pain erupts across your back. A shard of glass, hurled with unexpected accuracy, embeds itself deep into your flesh. A primal howl of agony tears from your throat, the pain slicing through your senses and momentarily overwhelming your focus. Laurie's attack succeeds, forcing you to release her as you stumble forward, your grip loosening involuntarily.

Casting a furious glare in her direction, you find Laurie's defiant gaze fixed upon you. Bloodied and bruised, she's seized this chance to escape. But she doesn't leave before rubbing salt in the wound.

"Nice try, you overgrown mutt. Maybe next time you'll learn to keep up," she sneers, her words laced with mockery. The mixture of insult and taunting laughter follows her as she runs away.

Laurie's escape, while a momentary defeat, has ignited a renewed sense of excitement. The thrill of the chase only makes your appetite for the hunt stronger.

Haddie Kaur

She's quite the challenge for you

Being a psychic, she's always been able to tell whenever you're stalking her from afar

She can feel the evil that emanates from your camcorder as it points right at her as she works on a gen with others

It's almost funny how much of a warning announcement she becomes

She reminds you of those Amber Alerts you used to get

"I feel them close! Everyone scatter!"

They disperse like roaches

Haddie makes an effort to get your attention as she runs off, wanting to get the heat off her allies

You humor her and you begin the chase

Chases with Haddie aren't really exciting, but you find it amusing how eager she is to play the hero

You tease her a bit as she loops you around the killer shack

"You think there's some podcasters talking about your disappearance right now?"

Haddie never responds to you

You huff

Are all "altruists" this boring?

She darts through the killer shack, desperately evading your advances. Despite your attempts at taunting, she remains resolutely focused, never granting you the satisfaction of a response. Her determination emanates silently, and it's clear she won't be swayed by your mind games.

As the chase reaches a crescendo, you lunge forward with your whip, aiming to strike as Haddie vaults through a window. Your weapon misses its mark, impacting the wall with an unsatisfying thud. A frustrated growl escapes your lips, the irritation evident in your actions.

Haddie, however, doesn't spare a glance back; she simply continues her sprint. Haddie's singular goal of buying time for her friends drives her forward. She doesn't grant you the satisfaction of a reaction

With an exasperated eye roll, you vault through the same window she did, the chase now entering a new phase as you continue to pursue her relentlessly.

As you trail her, a low, muttering voice escapes your lips, "You're definitely getting face camped."

[ambersky0319]

Alright I need to destress AND kickstart my memory of nnt so! Gonna do a rewatch and write out some thoughts (inspired by @spacehostilityy and their rewatch posts, go check 'em out! 💜)

Gonna be using the tag #amber rewatches nnt btw ^^

Also might talk about Eternal a bit idk yet but keep in mind the rewatch is also to help me write that 😅 also also doing each post by episode because I ramble far too much at every little thing.

Enjoy the rambles!

Masterpost

Episode 1

Honest to god forgot about those flying sting ray things, and especially forgot they're one of the first things we see in the show!

The art? For the opening sequence?? Is so cool????

Like those things that can shapeshift in the forest Diane hides in are in there? And MAYBE Gerheade? Idk about her but one of the fairies look a LOT like her/has a dress very similar to the one we see her wear AND she's bigger than the other fairies

And are there any demons with feathered wings besides the blue bird like things? Because if not there's an armored character with wings like the goddesses (who only have 1 pair of wings in the art) on the DEMON side. Probably just digging into this too deep, but it'd be REALLY cool if that was foreshadowing Estarossa/Mael

I really wish Elizabeth had muscles and wasn't CONSTANTLY portrayed as being physically pretty weak (at least that's how it comes across to me - in fights she's constantly told to run/is never given any chance TO fight physically). Because she literally can't be?

Like Elizabeth has been walking REAL FAR in that armor and it is DEFINITELY not light. Do you know the strength she'd have to have to move that? She also slumps in it and her footsteps are slow/small so it IS weighing her down but the fact that she can move in it as far as she has - and probably up and down hills too without falling - is impressive

Anyway reminder to myself to show Elizabeth being physically strong in my fics from now on. This is canon now and no one can fight me.

Also the shot of Elizabeth on the hill in the armor with the sun glaring through?? It's such a gorgeous shot??????

Meliodas may be a shit cook but damn is he a pretty good server

Like mans got the entire tavern full and he's serving it basically alone cause Hawk cleans the scraps doesn't serve people booze and every customer is pretty happy and having fun (until they have the food lol)

I FORGOT HAWKS TAG SAID STAR BOAR AAAAASJDJFJDHF

Wonder at which point in time the whole telling your children "if you keep misbehaving one of the seven deadly sins will come for you in armor that's rusty from blood" because it HAD to be in the past 10 years, right? Unless people were saying that while they were still respected holy knights in which case,,,, ooof

But I'd assume a little after Zaratras was first killed

But also I wouldn't put it past this dude maybe coming up with it to scare his children lol he seems like a tired dad type

And here comes all the parts I hate

The groping and sexualization

Elizabeth is like. Fucking 16. And Meliodas DEFINITELY knows that. And just. Ugh

I do like Elizabeth in this color tho- the dark blue really suits her! It's why her uniform post-Meliodas' death is my favorite of all her outfits

How many talking pigs are there in Britannia??? Because Hawk's from purgatory and I figured THAT was why he could talk

And many other people get super confused/shocked by Hawk talking so it can't be common

When Elizabeth said with the most dejected face "no" after he asked if her father got her a talking pig Meliodas looked momentarily like "that bitch."

Let's be real he would've totally gotten her a talking pig somehow

Then he instant switches the conversation to try making her feel better 💜💜💜💜

I'm sorry, the order of WHAT?

"the Order of the Beard of the Mountain Cat"

Is this a translation error? Because if not... I have found my new favorite order and I am no longer worried about naming things in my own stories with ridiculous things

(also btw I watch in Japanese with English subs)

Wonder how the Boar Hat got so popular in this town in a matter of days. Like the booze is good sure but how tf did people find that out and who was the first person courageous enough to go poking around

Yknow. I'm surprised they didn't believe Hawk was the rust knight. I mean, the people who reported it had to be drunk right? Who's to say they weren't so drunk they mistook a pig in armor as the rust knight?

Damn Elizabeth is pretty agile! She's running across roots and jumping over things pretty efficiently!

Like as clumsy as she is, she still got some skills that they NEVER UTILIZE!

Also YOU CAN SEE THE FRAME MELIODAS GRABS HER AND JUMPS WITH HER I- HOW DID I NEVER CATCH THAT???!!

THAT SONG IN THE BG UUGGHHGHGHG

THIS ONE. I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. MY HEART.

I forget if we go over how Hawk and Meliodas met/how far we go into their backstory

Like is he in on Meliodas being a Sin/previous Holy Knight or does he really just not know? (because there's no way Meliodas isn't at least a little wary of Holy Knights himself, hiding for 10 years no matter how in plain sight he is)

I mean. Elizabeth. Sweetheart. Your dad IS laid up in bed sick. It just so happens that the holy knights ALSO arrested the rest of your family and refuse to get your dad help (I think? Cause Merlin has to magically treat the king for his illness later and I assume the holy knights would be wary of letting a doctor treat him. Maybe Vivian was treating him?)

Unless Elizabeth didn't know her father was sick. In which case. Oooooooof. What a reunion later if that's true

Meliodas 🤝 Zuko : "That's rough buddy"

I forget what crime Merlin committed, because Elizabeth says the Sins are "composed of seven terrible criminals" unless she's not actually a criminal when they formed at least

Ahhh that's right, Elizabeth probably wouldn't remember the sins well because they had to leave when she was 6-

Although I wonder if Meliodas also tried to make himself scarce around her once she got to the age where she would retain memories better to avoid the curse activating somehow? Because I have a shit memory but most people do tend to remember things, even vaguely, from the ages 3-6 (my friends and I all have our earliest memory around 2-3)

Meliodas stiff as a board falling when Twigo attacked lmao-

It does make me happy to see some knights in Britannia, even if they're not Holy Knights, try to confront Holy Knights. Sure they backtrack but like, who wouldn't in the face of that power?

Twigo got awesome eyesight to see Elizabeth's earring from that far, nevermind it's DESIGN. Like damn I got 20/20 vision but I doubt I'd ever SPOT that

I was gonna say how tf did Allioni realize it was Meliodas/how would he see Meliodas' tattoo but going back his shirt was already ripped in that general area so! Continuity win!

He be shitting his pants too lol man was holding the most dangerous Sin up and yelling in his face, and he's SEEN what the sins can do

Wonder if he retired after this. I wouldn't blame him

PERFECT TIME KICKING IN WOOOOOOO

Also Twigo recognizes his face? And says "how can you look exactly the same as you did that day" Was he the old guard that showed Allioni the Sins' carnage? Or was he a Holy Knight that survived that attack?

I guess he also could've just been an apprentice Holy Knight too that recognized him but asking that question to me hints that Twigo tried fighting the Sins with everyone else

Netsujou no Spectrum is such a great song too. The NNT soundtrack is amazing

Is the tavern a recent development for Meliodas??? What was he up to before getting the tavern but after going into hiding?

This also brings up how I really don't remember what time in his backstory he meets Hawk. I just remember they met in jail

This town is in the boonies Twigo how long do you expect this trio to wait until you can not only get a message to the capital, but receive reinforcements??

Mama Hawk best murderer

Oh nvm she missed :/

"Was our meeting chance or Providence?" man I wish I could say for sure it was chance and she got damn lucky (it'd be cool imo to explore how things would've gone if she'd found one of the others first) but. With the curse and all... There's a VERY good chance it was Providence

"I hope it's a real one this time" - Gilthunder

Okay so... When does he get in contact with King then? I'm pretty sure we SEE them interact around Ban escaping Baste but like. Gilthunder would have to know that's where King was before that. When do the Holy Knights find and make a deal with King?

And that's my thoughts going through Episode One!

Don't know how often I'm gonna do these, maybe after Wednesday I'll do a lot more? Idk we'll see

If you made it this far, you're awesome! Lmk who your favorite character is and I'll do a quick drawing of them for you if you want 💜

[grumpygreenwitch]

Fanfiction 4-5

I do love automatic queues, did I ever mention that?

Buy me a Ko-fi?

1-2-3 + 4-5 + 6-7-8-9-10 + 11-12 + 13-14 + 15-16 + 17-18-19 + 20-21 + 22-23 + 24-25 + 26-27

4

Alyss spent a panicky afternoon combing and brushing his wing, afraid every time that his fingers would run into some more nightmarish greenbrier thorns that Jean had missed. But once he finally settled down, once reason reasserted itself and he could sit at his desk before his laptop, he found himself unaccountably distracted by memories of the vampire.

There was, he thought angrily, no call for anyone to be that well-muscled. It was unfair and it was distracting, and he ended up printing out his work and going over it by hand with a restless pencil, if only to try and force himself to focus. He spread the printouts everywhere on the desk, and then began to further take over the space; by the time someone came to fetch him for dinner he was sitting on the floor, paper everywhere. "Oh, crap." The woman froze at the door when she realized her opening it might disturb his work.

"Oh, it's fine. Sorry. It's fine." Alyss grabbed a folder. "The flood hasn't reached that far," he assured her.

"Wouldn't it be easier to do this on a computer?" she asked, pushing the door open slowly. She was a solidly built woman clad in a sensible skirt and a no-nonsense blouse, her tightly curled black hair pinned up in a bun, and her skin as dark as the mahogany of Alyss' desk.

"Yes, but not quite as satisfying," Alyss replied. "Sometimes if you want to choke someone you want them right there with you, you know?"

She laughed. "Already reached the choking someone point?"

"Not really, but I'm sure I'll get there. I'm still just beginning with Rhode Island. I don't think we've met."

"No. I'm Lilah. I'm supposed to be working with you through the auditing, but I was in Boston, Evie had a situation."

Alyss managed to get to his feet and found a path past the paperwork to offer her his hand. Her handshake was firm and strong, the scent of her vampirism settled and subtle, like Gevaun's. "You must the house liaison then."

"That I am." Her grin was friendly and warm. "Right now, though, I'm a dinner fetch."

"... Oh! Oh, I'm sorry," Alyss felt himself flushing, and Lilah's grin broadened. He rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands. "I'm so sorry, I get working and I lose track of time and place and really, everything -"

"It's fine," she assured him as they walked out of his rooms. "I'm a preemptive dinner fetch. I'm guessing that's why Gevaun sent me early. How's it going with Andrew?"

"Well, nothing Gevaun didn't know already. I imagine that means nothing you didn't know already. You're really just going to... let him be."

Lilah curled a brow at him, then looked away. "Andrew's not a bad sort. He's lazy, don't get me wrong. He's, pardon my language, fucking lazy. He could make so much of himself, he just... doesn't want to. But he was solid during the Cascade, and he was solid during the mess after, when I sincerely thought he'd crack. He's got the balls, he's got the will. Just not the drive."

"Is he old?"

"No, but I get your point. It'd make sense if he were tired. He's not. He's just lazy. Outright." She shrugged. "He'll do fine with whoever Kliman chooses as her heir." Whatever she saw in the angel's face drew her further along. "Not the answer you expected."

"I thought Kliman would punish him. Or kill him. It's what I've always seen happen."

Lilah pressed her lips into a thin line. "Not unheard of," she admitted. "But stupid. If she did that she'd have to replace him. Rhode Island's not exactly a hotbed of crime and supernatural activity but you still want someone in place who knows the land, the locals. You want someone they'll speak to, and around here that's hard to get. Andrew's been with them for nearly two hundred years, you can't buy the kind of rapport he's got."

"So he gets away with whatever?"

"No, not whatever. Gevaun's had to bring him to task a couple of times. So did I, once. But that was on his first century working for Kliman, right after he'd left his original angel. We showed him the lines and he's never stepped past them since."

Dinner was a loud, chaotic affair, swirling all around Alyss without actually touching him. Kliman liked a full table and that meant many of the staff sat to dinner with her, both humans and vampires. She was the first angel the accountant had met that didn't keep other angels on her immediate staff. She also used dinner to inquire into any matters that might require her attention.

Meanwhile, Alyss had been struck by the fact Jean's chest had been sprinkled with a spattering of fine black hair that disappeared over his stomach and reappeared along his navel, to meander off under the hem of his pants for parts both known and unknown. He hadn't noticed at the time, too busy panicking over his wing, but the image had come into his mind, potent and vivid, while he'd been trying to make short work of a baked sweet potato.

"Alyss?"

He dropped his fork and jumped in his chair. The sound was terribly loud in the unexpected silence that had settled over the table. Gevaun was looking at him consideringly, and Kliman looked faintly amused. "You were a thousand miles away, young man."

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Alyss could feel traitorous red creeping over his ears. Always his ears!

"Surely your inquiries into Rhode Island aren't so worrisome?"

"No, no, they're matching up with what Gevaun already had."

"And you've had no other other problems?"

Alyss assured the older angel he was fine, his work was fine, everything was fine; he scarfed down his dinner and trotted after the Second when everyone at last rose from the table. "Gevaun, a word?"

"Of course." The vampire turned to face him.

"Does Kliman welcome all of the house staff to the table?"

"No, not all at the same time," Gevaun admitted readily. "You need a few people still doing work, so they take turns. Were you looking for someone in particular?" The vampire's tone invited Alyss to reveal any issue he might have.

"No! Well, yes, but no. I mean." Alyss sighed, then explained. "I met a man in the woods. He was chopping wood."

"Oh, you're the bird Jean found," Gevaun grinned, "tangled up in the brier."

The angel went red all over again. "Yes, well, grace and accounting don't do a lot of work together. I was just wondering why I haven't seen him at the table."

"Jean's not staff. He's a guest and he's currently..." Alyss saw a guarded, unknown expression flicker over the vampire's powerful features. "Recovering."

"Oh, is he alright? I didn't mean -"

"It's not you, Alyss." Gevaun put a hand up to stop the young angel's runaway words. "He's fine. He just mentioned you to me because he's not used to seeing angels here, no one other than Kliman, and occasionally Evie and Rook. He was making sure someone isn't spying on us."

"Oh, I'd make a terrible spy," Alyss blurted out.

"That was the general consensus, yes," Gevaun teased him, and after that the angel couldn't flee back to his office fast enough.

5

Alyss cleared Rhode Island in four days, the work going faster after a van rolled down the neat driveway to deliver hard-copy records from its vampire overseer. Andrew Simmons apparently knew he had nothing to hide that those above him didn't know already. All the paperwork went back to its owner on the late morning of the fourth day, escorted by Lilah, and Alyss was left feeling out of sorts, as ever he did when he finished a job. Granted that it only meant he had to move onto the next state, but still.

The day was blustery, a fine mist occasionally sweeping over the grounds, playing at being rain but not quite managing. Wary of the woods, Alyss still put on a wing-fitted rain cloak and meandered carefully down a broad, light-lined path, basking in the silence and the weather. He kept his wings held high and tight until he came to the edge of the marshes, where a wooden boardwalk rambled off, and then he walked through a world of sere browns and grays, occasionally splotched with the bright white or rich slate blue of a hunting heron. He came back to the woods on the far side of the crescent-shaped pond.

He heard the engine long before he saw the vehicle, the little ATV pulling on the wagon he'd seen once before, this time carrying a pile of things he couldn't piece together. Jean was driving, wearing faded jeans, muddy work boots and a heavy lined jacket zipped shut over a dark turtleneck. Alyss felt cheated to find the vampire so thoroughly covered up, and then flailed inwardly at the unexpected feeling. "Hello."

Jean brought the ATV to a stop and stared evenly at the angel. The heavy moisture in the air made the amber-colored wings gleam as if every feather were a jewel. The bird looked snug, cozy and uncertain. Uncertainty was not something the vampire had ever seen in an angel before. "'s raining," he pointed out, and could have kicked himself at the absolute inanity of the words.

"It's not terrible," Alyss replied. "I think it's nice. It's just water, it dries off."

"Can you fly in this weather?"

Alyss shook his head. "No. My wings are too heavy already," he replied, still and somehow utterly innocent of the danger in his words.

Jean didn't know what to say. He was, to some degree, unsure he should say anything. He hadn't roused the angel's temper, yet, but it had to be there somewhere, hidden, waiting in ambush. Still, time and again Alyss reacted to the vampire and to the world as if he expected nothing but the best from it, from him.

It was disconcerting in the extreme.

"You want a ride?"

"To the house?"

Something in Alyss' tone told Jean the angel wasn't ready for four walls and a roof just yet. "I was gonna drive the paths, see if they need fixing," he admitted, and then took what courage he could scrounge out of his heart to add, "You can come if you want."

Alyss hesitated, then slipped onto the seat next to the vampire, lifting his wings and then resting them carelessly on the contents of the wagon, picking up mud and dirt and bits of crushed vegetation at once. Jean brushed his dark hair back so it wouldn't drip in his eyes and tried to focus on the road, on his self-appointed duty.

He couldn't. Next to him the angel smelled of books, that faint, forbidden scent of paper and ink, of leather bindings, of ancient libraries. Some unknown part inside the vampire was tightening up as if he were starving at that smell. So instead he drove, watching the paths for signs of damage, trying hard to focus on something else, anything else.

They traveled in awkward silence until the ATV went over an elegant little stone bridge a little too fast, and jarred back onto the path on the other side. Before an apology could burst out of Jean, Alyss, clinging white-knuckled to the ATV's dash, laughed in delight.

The vampire found a smile tugging at his mouth at the surprised, cheerful sound. "You don't get out much."

"No, not unless I'm traveling between jobs."

"Don't you got a home, a roost?"

"No," Alyss said easily. "I travel too much. Everything I own comes with me when I do." He cleared his throat. "Gevaun said you're recovering. I'm not imposing, am I?"

For a long moment Jean digested those words. Not a question as to what he might be recovering from, not an inquiry into why he might need recovery. Just simple, plain, honest concern.

In Jean's world angels were never so kind. When he'd left that world behind he'd found nothing better until he'd ended up at Evelie's doorstep. She'd been the first to be kind. Kliman had been the second. He'd been willing to believe them both flukes, the one born from the other. With Alyss he was having to revise some foundation tenets of his life and he didn't know what to do about it. "You're not," he said at last. "It's not that kind of recovering."

"Ah."

"Do you like being an accountant?"

"Yes!" Alyss declared enthusiastically, launching into a delighted explanation of his calling. He ran on, uninterrupted, until he realized they were parked next to a tiny Greek-style theater stage, in the shade of a pergola covered in bare, gnarled vines. Jean was staring at him with a bemused expression, head cocked slightly. "I'm droning. I'm ranting. I'm so sorry." Alyss ducked his head and hid his arms under his cloak.

"It's fine," Jean assured him. "Makes a liar out of you, though."

"What, no -!"

"Does when you love what you do, not just like it."

"Oh." Alyss deflated from his indignant self-defense. "I guess you're right." They stared at the woods in silence as a brief, thin bit of rain came and went. When it eased yet again to a heavy misting, the vampire got them going once more. "Is it alright to ask what you do?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Jean asked sharply.

Alyss shrugged. "Because you're a guest. And you're recovering. And it's not from a physical injury. And I'd... I'd like to know you're getting better. You seem the sort of person who deserves to get better."

Jean nearly drove them off the path in surprise. "I'm between jobs," he said at last, the technical truth.

"Well, then." They reached the back of the manor house, where it opened up into a broad patio, and Alyss made to stand up, forcing the vampire to come to a halt. The angel leapt awkwardly off the ATV and smiled at Jean. "I hope you get a very good job when you're ready for it." He rushed up the steps, his water-logged feathers dragging on the ground, paused at the door and waved at the vampire.

Still trying to process any part of that conversation at all, Jean automatically waved back; he stayed there staring at the door for a long time after the angel had gone inside.

[hotdadlicense]

hmmm top 5 shows, top 5 animals aaaaand top 5 scenes from any show/movie

loren please..... i lve you.

top five SHOWS.

the walking dead - ................. like it has to be said. i'm so sorry. it didn't even really go 'bad' for me like it did lose me for a hot minute or two there originally but like. when i rewatched i was like no actually i love it here. i love this hot mess. and i tragically fucking do. could really do with bringing certain characters back etc or just dissappearing some storylines but like. i do fucking love it.

breaking bad - i didnt even KNOW what i was in for i was just like this'll be fine this'll be chill. and then my life changed forever y'know.

it's always sunny in philadelphia - my go-to show to have on in the background, to have on when im sick, to have on when i need a laugh, to have on when im feeling miserable, to have on when i just wanna feel like Myself. can probably quote like. every episode by this point.

black sails - literally don't even need to explain this one. bs is already tumblr critically acclaimed. if i could go back in time and watch the season two last two episodes for the first time all over again, i would in a heartbeat. the girl that existed in my bedroom when watching those eps? never seen her before and i'll never be her again.

911 - listen. it TRULY is tv show of all time. u KNOW this i know you know this. u can't put eddie diaz in a tv show and not have it change the lives of millions.

top fIVE animals.

SHARKS. sharks sharks sharks sharks sharks all types all kinds theyre all my children

foxes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please the fennec fox my BABY

long maned wolf.

dogs!

snakes. also HOW is your snake btw i miss them

top 5 scenes!

lets revisit black sails again and say season two finale as a whole? but also the 'in the light there is discovery' forest speech in the series finale............................i get chills like every time. WAIT ALSO 'my name is John Silver. and i've got a Long Fucking Memory.' INSANE acting also idk if this is really technically 'top five scenes' worthy but uknow that line where flints like 'where else would you wake up in the morning and matter?' @ silver??? yeah it ingrained itself into my brain and now whenever my brains having a bad day and being a bitch, it just repeats that line over and over to myself. again i dont know if that makes it a top five thing but boy oh bOY it sure made an impact !

iasip mac finds his pride when mac does the dance and franks crying and is like 'i get it. i get it now.' maybe its cos i feel like there is just a 00.01% chance of my parents ever accepting me and im projecting or whatever but that scene? every fucking time im like........ crying lol

my brain is one big jumble for the walking dead and i just can't pin down one scene? so i'm just gonna take a cop out and say that part where daryl and merle are in the woods huntin when they split off in s3 or whatever after they reunite and daryls got his crossbow simply becos i still remember watching it with my mum and her being like 'oh look at daryls Arms. he's really got Muscles.' and i was like. scandalised. in a Good way. and now everytime i see him in that scene i'm like justin beiber tweet i love Arm.

that scene in breaking bad where jesses in hospital after hank beats the shit outta him in the rv and walt visits him in hospital and jesse has that breakdown in 3.07? jesse pinkman crying in a hospital bed bruised and beaten saying 'i am not turning down the money, i am turning down you.' when he's yelling 'i have NOTHING. NO ONE.' ??????????????? scene of all scenes. wait also the peek-a-boo kid scene in s2

stuggling to think of a last one uh maybe in the seventh fast and furious movie when see you again plays at the end and they're all on the beach and then dom and brian are racing except you know its not paul walker and u know its CGI or whatever and ???? i still cry over that sorry

[rodivi]

Forgotten Curse: Sukuna x Curse! Reader: Chapter 8

"She's gone." Sukuna taps his nails against his throne of bone and cracks his neck. Letting out a sigh he puts a hand through his hair and closes his eyes.

How do I figure out what she knows about the future?

Bone fragments drop onto the pile of skulls he has under his throne and he lifts his hand over where the damage is.

Damn her. She made me ruin my precious throne.

Sukuna pushes himself up from his seat and walks down the pile of bones with a crunch in every step.

And her throne is still here.

His eye twitched at the sight of something foreign in his domain. The muscles in his face tightened so much it might've given him a headache if he was human. He strode up the icy monstrosity and burned it until all that was left was a puddle. It was unnoticeable and melded with the blood lake.

There was also the fact she had the same markings as me during the exchange. I wonder, can she perhaps take my power?

His nails broke through the skin on his arms. Blood dripped fusing with the endless crimson pool drop by drop. He released himself from his vice grip and healed himself with a, "Tch."

Like I'd believe she actually could. Her power must be able to show characteristics of the person she fights.

Scratching his head, he strolled back to his original spot and laid across his throne as if it were a couch.

It's so boring here.

Jolting up from his spot he gave a long smile leaning his head into his hand.

She may have said I couldn't hurt humans but that doesn't mean I can't hurt her.

Satisfied with this thought he licked his lips and reminisced on how it felt to kill her.

***

"Kugisaki..." The curse mumbled out and woke startled at her surrounds. "Where?"

"You're awake?" Yuji asked, turning his head toward her.

"Wait, are you carrying me right now?" She deadpanned.

"You didn't wake up yet and I decided to look for Gojo or at least Jujutsu High." He turned his gaze in front of himself and kept steady. "He is ahead of us right now, he said he would take us to a friend of his."

Y/n took her attention away from Yuji to find Gojo whistling to himself with his hands in his pockets, ambling to their destination. "I'm not hurt or anything so you can put me down Itadori."

"Oh! Sorry about that." He gave an awkward smile and brushed his fingers through his hair.

"Don't worry about it. But do you happen to know who this person is?"

"He wanted me to train under someone. I don't think he told me his name."

It wasn't long before they reached the building. The sun was setting and the clouds were like cotton candy that wisped away along the violet-blue skies which simmered to a raging coral near the sun's center.

Gojo stopped his calm pace and veered in their direction with a swivel. "Y/n!" Grabbing her by the shoulder he dragged her further up front with him. "We have to stop meeting like this, it seems like every time something bad happens you end up waking up with something new to say."

"It was Nobara this time. Happy?" She waved her hands in front of her face, palm facing out in emphasis.

"I'm not trying to treat you like a kid, but there are things you know that don't add up." Gojo sighed out. "Your cursed side isn't helping. She keeps going out and doing whatever she pleases."

"I want to say I understand but this...this has been a fucking nightmare. All I've been doing is waking up and falling asleep with little know or why. Then memories come back." She puts her index finger and thumb on her brow to de-scrunch her muscles.

"Do you think I'll be able to talk to her again soon? I'm sure she knows something about what happened with Itadori earlier. After all, she took him there in the first place." Gojo had a sullen expression. "I can't let that happen again. I won't."

"I'm not sure. She did talk to me earlier saying she'll make me remember what I forgot but...I can tell she wishes that I didn't exist."

"Is she separate from you like Itadori is with Sukuna or—"

"No. We are the same person. She made that clear, believe me. It was to the point where she said I wouldn't want to go home." Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself and pinched her lips.

"Are we going in soon?" Yuji asked when he interrupted their conversation.

"Itadori~ You can go ahead tell Nanami I sent you." Gojo had pink flowers around him and gestured for Itadori to go inside. "We're going to wrap things up here and meet you inside."

The door to the building had closed behind Yuji who turned a corner and was now out of sight.

"He's not going to see his friends for a while, is he?"

"Why do you ask that?" Gojo strolled alongside the building and found a wooden bench to sit on. He tapped the seat next to him and she followed.

Wind brushed her short white hair across her face in a cyclical motion, "Just a feeling."

"He died, it's only natural. It will give him some time to train to prepare for what comes ahead."

"That's what I'm worried about. He's a child and now he has the weight of the world on his shoulders."

"Are you worried about him?" Gojo sniffled.

"Worried as much as a stranger would about someone dying in front of them."

"He would be so hurt." Gojo mocks an arrow being shot through his heart. "If he knew you didn't see him as a friend."

She sighs heavily and lays her arms on the back of the bench while crossing her legs. "He won't know as long as I don't say anything." Her eyes smiled. "Besides she cares more about what's happening than I do. Her thoughts come along with the memories but I feel so separated from them."

Gojo stares into the navy sky, the moon was beginning to show in the horizon. His hair swished and the swaying of trees could be heard. "There's nothing that can be done about that. Focus on being in the moment instead."

She grimaced at his advice, "That was way too heartfelt for you. I prefer your usually cheery nonsense." She motioned her hand in a circle.

He laughed, "Do you forgive for the hand incident then?"

"Never. Mull that over for the rest of your life. Don't cut off people's hands for training." She pointed at him with her hand palm up and faked a smile.

"Your personality is a little different than usual what changed?"

"The words are coming out naturally. I assume this is my original personality kicking in."

"Can I ask her what she knows now?" Gojo faces her with a smile.

Y/n pushes her top lip over her bottom lip and blinks at him, "Fine, but whatever happens next is on you. Oh, I almost forgot, I did remember Sukuna wanted to make a deal with Itadori and I attempted to negotiate but I was killed."

"Good to know." And with that Gojo knocked her out and put his arm out to stop her from falling on the ground. Using the same arm, he nudged her back toward the bench where she looked like she was sitting and had fallen asleep.

"Big mistake."

"What are you talking—"

"Either you come with me right now or you stay here." She pointed to the building Itadori was in which had someone leaping out of a window.

"Is that Sukuna?" Gojo got to his feet.

"Here or with me. Answer." She scraped her nails across the bench and broke some of the panels holding it together.

"I'll go. I'll go."

The curse nodded and sprinted off into the forest, leaping to one spot after the next, gaining momentum.

"Where are we going?" Gojo said propelling himself to her side with each tree branch.

"To a house."

"What about Sukuna, won't he kill people?"

She snickered, "He can't."

"Did you..." Gojo's sentence trailed off as he made the connection.

"Make a contract with Sukuna? Yes."

"But then how is—" There were so many questions he could ask but he kept getting cut off.

"Don't ask too many questions. I don't need you losing your focus and getting left behind."

"I wouldn't get left behind." Gojo finished when he got a face full of leaves.

"Where aaaaaaaaaaaaare you?" Sukuna shouted and birds flocked to the skies avoiding the sudden discourse in their home.

“We need to go faster. Take my hand.” A hand extended out to him and he grabbed it with everything he had.

“What are you going to do?” Curiosity stretched across Gojo’s features.

A smile wide enough to show her fangs was in front of him. Ice appeared below her feet and Gojo stumbled and almost fell off the icy road. She swung Gojo in a half circle launching him across the ice as it formed. The curse created another path matching up with his to keep the pace. The ice swirled into a loop and ended with a ramp. They both landed in a residential district.

Houses lined the road and the street lamps shone fluorescent light blocking the view of the stars. The streets were empty except for a few trash cans and a bike.

“Why are we here?” Gojo tapped his foot getting some of the ice chips out from the ride.

“Wait here.” She threw a hand in the air with the stop signal. “If Sukuna gets any closer, I need you to distract him. Can you do that?” She narrowed her eyes at him and was already going to the house in question.

“Of course, I can.” Gojo said with a sparkly aura around him.

The curse vanished into the house and wind whistled in between whirling leaves that were in sight.

“Where is it? C’mon please.” Y/n sneaked around hoping that the wooden floor wouldn’t creak. “Here!”

“Who’s there?” A woman said.

“…” The curse held her breath and hid under the dining table. Power surged through her body but she suppressed it.

“I must be hearing things.” The woman shifted a strand of her short black hair behind her ear and went back to her bedroom.

Tears dripped from the curse’s eyes and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop a sob from coming out. Reluctantly she got out from under the table and exited the house.

“This time you’ll survive.” A soft smile ended the phrase with tears falling from her cheeks. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and pulled herself back together.

“You’re back. Will you answer my questions now?” Gojo took his eyes off the forest where the ice melted away and paused when he heard her. “Are you crying?”

“No. I’m not.” She looked to the right unable to say anything more about the topic. “Anyway, we have to get back to Nanami. He’s probably freaking out right now.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Here take it. And I sware to God if you feed it to Itadori I will never give you answers.” She strode over to Gojo, yanked his hand and placed Sukuna’s finger in it.

“Aww...How did you know it was here?” Gojo clasped his hand over the finger and put it in his pocket.

“The enemy put it here. They have more fingers than you know.” She flipped her hair and scratched the back of her neck.

“You can go back; Sukuna didn’t follow so go to Nanami.” She went to walk past Gojo but he pulled her shoulder. “What is it now?” She hissed.

“I know you’re going to fight him.”

“You don’t know the half of it. Not to mention the whole picture, so just go.”

“Why don’t you tell me then.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Then I’ll just ask your other half.”

“Heh…She’s not telling you everything. But nice try.” With a wave of her hand, she blocked Gojo’s path with a blizzard.

“We’ll talk later then.” He smiled and waved goodbye. He vanished from thin air.

“Finally, he’s gone.” She facepalmed and shook her head.

“Who’s gone?”

Stunned, she pivoted to where the voice came from.

“Oh…It’s just you Sukuna.” She waved her hand again and the blizzard of snow ended in a flash.

“Just me? Are you mocking me?” His eye twitched and he grinded his teeth.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to resort to violence. Wow, how original.” Her face was that of a person who was done with Sukuna’s bullshit.

“I—I wasn’t…”

“You totally were! I can see it on your face, do you think I’m an idiot?” She lifted her hand up in a claw with her long black nails. “Fucking asshole.” She muttered under her breath snapping her hand back down to her side.

“What was that last part? Say it louder since it’s just me.” Sukuna fumed.

“How about this, you want to see something fun?” She motioned him to follow her.

“I’m not following you. I came to interrogate you.” He didn’t move from where he was standing. “You didn’t think to protect yourself when you excluded humans from harm in the contract.” Smuggness dwelled upon his face.

“Or you can say you took advantage of my weakness. I like how that sounds better.” She said, raising her hands in front of herself and flicking them in his direction.

“When you say it like that it sounds boring.” Sukuna clicked his tongue in disagreement. “What were you going to show me anyway?”

“How I’m going to fuck up your plan even more than I already did.” She glanced at his face and began walking in the opposite direction. Sukuna looked like he was about to explode.

“Let’s see you try.” He speed walked up to her side waiting to see where she would take him.

****A/N Fun fact#4?: Sometimes I accidentally foreshadow things so if you see something from the earlier chapters pop up thirty chapters later just know it was subtle and I have no idea I'm doing it. May there be chaos! Make sure to like and add to your library! You can find me on Tumblr, Wattpad, and AO3. Jujutsu Kaisen and its characters belong to Gege Akutami.

[dameronology]

Jazz... please... #8 from the hurt/comfort prompts with Mr. Murdock 👀

of course!!

matt murdock + 8) this is gonna hurt like a bitch, but I have to stitch up that wound

warnings: mentions of wounds and also blasphemy lmaooo

It was refreshing to have the roles reversed for once.

It was slightly less refreshing, however, for you to be covered in cuts and bruises. Matt was trying not to be smug about it.

You were sat on the sofa, legs folded beneath you as you stared blankly ahead. Murdock was nothing but a blur in front of you, strong jawline fading out into the edges of where your vision was loosely focused on the wall behind him. He was muttering something about...you weren't listening. Your brain had turned off hours ago, somewhere between trying to deck Wilson Fisk and then face planting five flights of stairs. The latter might have not been an issue had you not been so distracted by jeering at Fisk's black eyes - now you had two yourself.

"Are you listening to me?"

Your eyes flickered back to Matt. "Absolutely not."

"Of course," he sighed. Reaching out to the coffee table, he picked up a bag of frozen peas and gently pressed it to your sore nose. "You're gonna be bruised for a while, sweetheart."

"Like a damn peach," you muttered.

"Peaches don't attack crime-lords," he shot back. "Only idiots do that-"

"- right, because you've never laid a finger on him, right?" you cut him off.

"Well, you've got me there."

Matt continued to clean you up, dabbing at your bloody nose and cuts as he worked away. He could do it on autopilot now, relying on muscle memory and his senses to work out what needed to be done - and you couldn't fault him, to be honest. His handiwork was almost on par with a medical professional. He had been half-tempted to call out Claire Temple - more for your sake than his - but it was the wee hours of the morning already. All either of you wanted at that point was sleep. And maybe wounds that weren't going to bleed out.

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch, but I have to stitch up that wound," he softly said. "If you need to me to stop, just say."

He gently peeled the gauze back off your forehead; you squeezed your eyes shut, breath immediately hissing as he stitched it up. You had the utmost respect for Matt's catholicism but in that moment, you could have used every biblical figure's name in vain ten times over.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph and that wee donkey. Fucking goddamn Jesus shit, that hurts. FUCK. Bollocks. Shit on a stick. Next time, I'll just stay in -

And then he was done.

"There we go," Matt smiled. "All done."

"Sorry for being sacrilegious," you let out a quiet grumble. "I haven't had stitches that hurt so much before."

"It's okay," he chuckled, gently running a cold cloth over your bruised cheekbone. "My hands are a little bit shaky."

You furrowed your brow. "You nervous or something?"

"Not nervous, but there are definitely nerves," he admitted. "Seeing you in pain is more than I can handle."

"Hey," you reached out a hand to him, running a hand down his jaw and tangling it in the hair at the nape of his neck. "I'm in one piece. Barely, but I am."

Matt forced a smile and snaked his arms around your waist; he pulled you into a tight hug, avoiding pressure on your sore face. He didn't normally act like you were made of glass but fuck. Tonight, it had felt like you were. He sometimes forgot you weren't invincible. You just did a damn good job of acting like it.

"I love you," you murmured into his shoulder.

"I love you too."

[midnight-dreamerness]

It’s Always Been You

(This is NOT my gif. Credit to the creator <3)

summary: Jay stopped speaking to you unexpectedly and then you see each other at Molly’s.

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: Curse Words??

word count: 2.4k

A/N: theres a slight mention of the reader being plus size…

You never thought you’d be replaced. But in came Erin Lindsay and suddenly she was all he talked about. And eventually he didn’t call anymore. He didn’t pull up in your driveway with pizza and a pack of beer out of the blue anymore. There were no Saturday movie nights or Monday monopoly despite you both knowing he always won.

You were lonely. After meeting Jay in high school, it was the two of you against the world. And when he left for the rangers, you were lost. But he came back to you. And you were the happiest you’ve ever been. But this time was different. You were losing him, falling right between your fingers right In front of your eyes and there was nothing you could do was watch from afar as he loved someone else and ached to be that someone.

Erin was a good person with a good heart. She was good for him. But you couldn’t help but hate that you couldn’t give him everything she could. Whatever that was you didn’t know. Maybe it was because you were bigger. Maybe it was because you were different. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to know. It would only break you in the end.

You tried to go out but it seemed the ghost of him followed you wherever you went.

You glanced at him for a moment, noting the stubble covering his jaw and remember how much you ran your hands over it giggling when he spun you around in the middle of his apartment.

You both were closer than normal best friends. You slept in the same bed and cuddled countless times. But every time you woke you he was gone.

Your friend snapped her fingers in front of your face with a laugh.

“You’re staring,” she commented, sniggering. You grimaced, biting at your lip and removing your intense gaze from the man across the room.

He was with a group of people but his arms were laying across the chair of the girl you wanted to hate but couldn’t.

“I hate nice people,” you grumbled, only making your friend laugh more. You ended up grinning, her laugh being contagious.

“Hello, ladies.” You now noticed the blonde who had walked up to your table, recognizing him from Jay's group from across the room.

“Hello, handsome,” you flirted, resting your chin on the palm of your hand, fluttering your eyes at him. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m Adam. I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. Can I buy you a drink, both of you?”

“You can buy her a drink. I’m going to talk to the guy who's been eyeing me since I walked in. Good luck!” Your friend exclaimed and started to walk away but turned around and added, “Oh! She likes the fruity stuff. Berry Lemonade Margarita is her favorite. Thank me later.” She gave the blonde, Adam, a wink before finally walking away. You place your hands in your hands, a blush settling over you cheeks.

“Berry Lemonade Margarita it is.” Adam said walking to the bar. You sat there and chuckled, shaking your head. You could feel eyes on you, so you looked up and met his eyes. His hand had fallen from behind Erins chair, a sad smile on his face. You looked away letting out a sigh. Adam was back in a matter of minutes, sliding your drink in front of you and settling in the seat in front of you, a glass of what looks like Whiskey in his hands.

“Thank you,” you muttered, giving him a small shy smile.

“You don’t talk much do you?”

“When I open my mouth I usually embarrass myself.” He only laughs, shaking his head.

You ended up talking for a good twenty minutes about anything and everything. He was easy to talk to but you couldn’t help but ache for another man who would glance at the two of you from across the room ever so often. He hated it. He hated watching Adam making you laugh. It was really his own fault. He has no right to be angry or jealous. But he was. All he wanted to do was march right over there and rip him from that seat. Instead, though, he watched from afar, detaching himself from the conversation his friends were having. You brightened up the room as soon as you entered, his eyes on you as soon as you stepped foot into Molly’s.

“You know Jay?” Adam asked, leaning back against the booth. You nodded, swirling the straw in your half empty drink.

“We were best friends. Things happen, though. People change.”

“Well you're glancing at him every couple of minutes so apparently something happened there.”

“Oh fuck, Adam. I’m sorry,” your shoulder slump as you feel the guilt build inside you. He simply laughs and shakes his head.

“No need to apologize. Does he know?”

You wanted to ask him what he meant but you knew. So you shook your head, “No.”

He purses his lip. “Have you thought about telling him?”

“Only a thousand times. Erin is good for him, though.”

“If Jay wanted to be with Erin he would’ve made it official. So clearly something is holding him back.”

You hated how your chest filled with hope that maybe he held back because of you. But he left you. Stopped calling. Stopped texting. Stopped everything.

“C’mon,” Adam said standing up, glass in one hand and the other held out for you to take. You gave him a curious look but took his hand anyway and grabbed your drink before he could pull you away. When you noticed the direction you both we’re headed you tried to stop but it was no use. The two of you had gained the attention of the entire group.

“Hey, this is my girl, (Y/N). This is Kevin, Kim, Erin, and Jay.” Adam said, pointing them all out with their name. You gave them all a shy smile and a wave. Anxiety filled you and you suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

“Oh no, has he talked your ear off yet?” Asked Kevin who only made the rest of them laugh, aside from Jay, who only glaring at him. He hated the way the words “his girl” fell from Adam's lips.

Your shoulders dropped as the anxiety left and you let out a small laugh.

“He’s getting there.”

You didn’t even have it in you to look into his eyes. You tightened your grip on Adam's hand, who simply nudged you towards the empty spot next to an African American man, who you now know as Kevin. Adam sat next to you, sending you a wink before throwing his arm over your chair.

“Truthfully. She loves me,” Adam says shrugging. You take a sip of your drink, eyes widen, a laugh nearly falling from your lips.

“I’m just waiting on my chance to run,” you suddenly spoke. There was a slight pause before laughs were heard around the table and a whine came from Adam.

“Babe, that is so mean,” Adam moaned, holding his hand over his heart as if you broke it.

You simply giggled and slapped his chest lightly.

A conversation started and you added in a couple of times but mainly you were putting your focus on avoiding his gaze or trying not to cry at the sight of his hand resting on Erins shoulder.

As a certain song came on, you were suddenly pulled into memories of only a couple months ago.

It was the night he made you dance with him. You remember giggling and letting him spin you until you were dizzy and ready to pass out. You remember how his hands fell on your hips to try and steady you before you fell. He was laughing the entire time until his face came close to yours. And he almost kissed you. He was so close and you prayed that he would. But he didn’t.

The memory only causes your heart to ache and knowing that the man you loved was sitting right in front of you with another girl on his arm made it ten times worse.

You wanted to scream and to cry but you trapped it inside, bottling it up until you could let it out once you got home.

The sound of your slurping pulled you from your thoughts. You were out of adult juice. With no intention of going home, you were going to need another drink to get you through the night.

“I'm going to get a drink. I’ll be back,” you told Adam before hopping out of your seat. He gave you a nod.

“Yeah, me too. Anyone want anything?”

You pushed through the groups of people trying to get away but there was no use, Jay caught your arm and pulled you away before anyone at the table noticed. You were in a hallway suddenly and before you could say anything Jay was in front of you.

“Adam? Really?”

“What? What’s wrong with Adam? And why do you care?” You are getting upset now. Jay had no right to question you on who you were seeing. Not anymore.

“He’s not really your type.” You snorted at his reply. What were you supposed to say to that? You didn’t understand why he cared when he had left you and all of a sudden he wants to look out for you.

“Jay, you have no idea what my type is anymore. People change. Maybe I like blondes now.”

“Yeah well I remember only a couple months ago you much preferred brown haired, blue eyed men.”

“What are you implying?” You asked, stepping closer to him, your eyes set in a glare. He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles catching your eyes for a split second. Your thighs clenched before you copied his stance, your nails digging into your arms.

“You know exactly what I’m implying, princess.”

The nickname made you weak at the knees and so did that fucking smirk on his face. But you stood your ground, slipping your hair over your shoulder and attempting to walk around him. He caught your wrist, pulling you into his chest. You took in a breath at how close you both were. It had been so long since you touched him and every part of you wanted to melt into his arms.

“You left me, remember. Replaced me. No calls, no text, no goodbye. And no excuse. You have no right to try and tell me who I can or cannot be with.” As you spoke you snatched your wrist from his grip and pulled away, walking right out the side doors. You walked up to Adam, the excuse falling from your lips easily.

“I’m not feeling too well, I’m gonna head home, Call me. It was nice meeting you guys.”

And you were out the door before they could say anything. Your phone was blowing up as soon as you sped off down the road but you didn’t once pick it up knowing who it was.

It was your turn to ignore him now. You blocked his number later that night and cried yourself to sleep, trying your hardest to let go of that stupid schoolgirl crush you had for him and grow the hell up. You only wished it was as easy as saying it. But your mind betrayed you and you thought about him for the next two days. And then he showed up.

When you heard the knock you assumed it was the package you had been waiting on for three days now but when you took a peek through the peephole, you closed your eyes and sat your back against the door.

“Please open the door,” he begged, resting his head against the door. You let out a sigh and pushed yourself from the door, turning and swinging it open. He stood there with a pizza box in his hand and a pack of beer resting on top. You couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the flowers hiding behind his back. He pulled them out, a grin overtaking the sadness on his face. The look of excitement cured the nervousness that had settled in his stomach.

“Can I take the pizza, beer, and flowers and leave you on the doorstep?” You joked about taking a hold of the flowers, bringing them to your nose to smell them. You closed your eyes as your favorite flower's scent invaded your nose.

Jay let out a laugh. “No, princess. It’s a package deal.”

You let out a chuckle and opened the door wider for him. Jay walked inside, instantly making his way to the living room where he sat the pizza and beer on the table. Instead of following him you entered the kitchen and placed the flowers in a vase and filled it halfway with water. You placed them on the counter, cocking your head to the side as you arranged them perfectly in the vase. Jay watched from the entrance, leaning against the frame with a smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry. And I know it isn’t much, but I hope this is a good start to getting you back.”

His voice causes shivers to roll over your spine. You purses your lips, taking in a breath.

“I don’t want to play anymore, Jay. I want a relationship and if you can’t give me that then please just say so.”

He walked forwards, cupping your face in his hands.

“I didn’t know what I wanted back. But I do know now. And it’s you. It's always been you.”

With a sigh of relief you captured his lips, your hand running up his chest before clasping around his waist. You wished you had done it before, that you both hadn’t played around the thought of a relationship and just did it. But you had him now and that’s all that mattered.

His kiss made you fuzzy and you Found yourself leaning against him for support. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you parted your lips eagerly. You moaned at the taste of him and moved your hands to then settle on his chest. You have never been kissed like this before. And you loved every part of it.

You pulled back, taking in a much needed breath as he leaned his forehead against yours attempting to catch his own breath.

“So, you want me to beat your ass in monopoly or what?”

[distracteddegenerate]

I'm sorry if this annoying but can I please get a little fanfic with the inumaki forget idea ? Sorry if this werd English isn't my first languag

Not annoying at all anon, In fact I really like this idea of yours. (Also your English is pretty good so don’t worry!) Hope you like the fic!

CHARACTERS: Inumaki Toge x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, Dark Content, Noncon, Yandere, Manipulation, Mind Control/ Brain Washing, Cunnilingus

Minors Do Not Interact! 

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It was comforting, the fluff of ashen white hair that lay on your shoulder, the morning light seeping in from behind the slat blinds cascading a bright shimmer over the expanse of the snowy tufts. The individual strands were dusting your skin feather-light, tickling against you in the sway of every meager intake and exhalation of breath escaping Toge’s mouth.

You had known Toge for years now, and although you couldn’t truly remember how you even came to know him in the first place, he had effortlessly situated himself in the spot of one of your nearest and dearest. You found that his earnest silence brought you solace, words that he could not convey through sentence instead being understood through the knowing glances and expressions you had come to share with one another, the fluency of this mutual language only strengthening with the passage of time.

Now was one of those blissful moments of comfortable, knowing quiet. domestically lounging around your apartment during a day off, lazily giggling at some meme compilation in unison while leaning against one another on the settee. You couldn’t think of a better way to spend your time, this cozy sphere of amenity that you had constructed with Toge an apt repose from the outside world.

Whilst you were lost reflecting on your rosy blessings, you were suddenly brought back to reality when you felt the weight of toge’s head lift from your shoulder, turning to meet the familiar gaze of inquisitive violet eyes peering at you from behind off-white tresses.

“Are you okay, Toge?”

“Mustard Leaf.”

The response, that usually implied he was doing fine in the small dictionary of onigiri vocabulary he had come to employ.. Didn't feel genuine, to say the least. His irises were blown wide, registering your countenance as though he was trying to gleen some hidden information from your inquiring squint, when Toge began to lean further over you. You turned the front of your body to look at him directly, though you were steadily inclining your spine backwards in your perplexion at Toge’s unusual advancement.

He soon had draped his entire upper body over yours, hands reaching around your frame to press into the sofa to support himself as his face drew dangerously close to yours.

“Toge?” A heat was rising in your upper body. Sure, you and Toge were incredibly close friends.. But this was a little too much for your liking. You pressed your palms against the jut of his shoulders and pushed slightly, though with no true force. Blushing, you faced away from him, trying to announce your discomfort at his invasive approach. “T-toge.. This is a bit too-”

“Don’t move.”

And sure enough, compelled by some otherworldly force to entertain the command, you had stopped moving in your tracks. It didn’t take long for you to figure Toge had used his technique. Like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car, your body froze statuesque while conflicting eyes beamed alive, frantically searching for the reasoning behind the cruel fate that was racing towards you.

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach at the sight of his lips pulled tight, his usually bright irises murky with shadows of deception. Something awful was afoot. His deadpan look in conjunction with the preceding events told you this was no prank, swiftly realising that your trust in him had been irredeemably breached to the point of fear at what was coming next. Your body twitched as you strained under the spell that had been cast on you, helpless to the plummeting feeling of the safe structure of friendship you had built with Toge coming crumbling down around you.

Your fears were proven genuine when Toge’s hand began reaching forward, coming to rest on the curve of your hip. You tried to communicate with your eyes, begging for him to stop and to just think about what he was doing, but he paid no heed to it. In fact it seemed like he was ignoring your glare, focused on the task that lay at his palms. He began deftly inching your bottoms down over your pelvis, panties and all coming to a halt over your thighs, just above your kneecaps.

It was then that he shot you a glance of what seemed like sorrowfulness, as if he was fully aware he was enacting something cruel but thought it necessary. Perhaps like how a farmer would look at lame animal before putting it to rest. 

Still, you were broken away from the horrid thoughts and back into a harsher reality when Toge had begun ripping the aforementioned cloth even further down your legs until they reached your calves. Shoving his hands between your thighs, the pads of his fingers pressed forcefully against the flesh and separated the limbs till they spread wide. You were completely exposed, the open air cutting a chill against your privates.

He traced his fingertips over your slit, with whatever wet, however slight gathered up in it’s trailing wake. He looked you in your eyes when he brought the digits to your clit, as if looking for a reaction when he began grinding his forefingers against the sensitive nub. Unable to do so much as flinch away from the offensive touch, you mentally grit your teeth as you felt that aching bundle of nerves scream against the assault. It felt painful, at first. You were so unprepared for the sudden encroachment on your most sensitive parts, It made you want to recoil in on yourself completely, though there was nought you could do in protest.

Toge began occasionally lowering his fingers to reach directly into your core, drawing out the little slick you were producing to mercifully rub it over your clit. The lubrication meant his ministrations were less painfully direct, his motions transforming into a light flutter that felt traitorously gratifying, an unwarranted heat beginning to pool in your stomach. Your body was disobediently reacting to his touches with craving, and it made you want to hide away forever but unfortunately you were rendered completely unable to escape the explicit display you were being forced to partake in. 

You felt his warm breath exhale humid air over your cunt, when you noticed from your frozen position that you couldn’t see Toge’s face any more, only the top of his alpine locks as he lowered himself further over your pulsing heat.

You knew what was coming, but you still inwardly lurched with shock at the swiping of that lithe muscle over your aching bundle. The feeling made you throb with hypersensitivity, the combination of the attention that area had received earlier now with the sudden sensation of Toge’s wet mouth lapping at you desperately causing your entire pussy to twitch around his tongue in a chase for release.

Dragging and dipping his emblazoned tongue over and between your sopping folds, he came to plant his mouth directly over your clit. He sucked over it with such vigor his cheeks completely hollowed, rolling your nub between his lips whilst deft fingers aided in your pleasure as he continued to pump them in and out of the sticky apex of your crotch. 

He worked at you for some time, steady in the intensity of his applications. It wasn’t long before the sensations grew too much, pussy clenching around his fingers as you reached a climax, flood gates swinging open as you gushed helplessly over his face.

He stayed where he was for a second, before rising. When his pale face came into view, you took in the sight of your own slick washing trails down his chin, the purple tattoos it overlay on his cheek glistening prismatic in the light the sun cast over it. He looked wild, salivating at the maw, sparkling amethysts settling an intense gaze into your own eyes which were vacantly still trying to work through the thralls of your orgasm.

Yet, fear sparked them alert with dread when you saw his mouth drop open to speak once again.

“Forget.”

Even in that split second of recognition you had before your memories had been erased for (unbeknownst to you,) the umpteenth time, it was enough for an intensely visceral stream of consciousness to flood your thoughts. You realised intuitively Toge was never really the person you thought he was, and you wondered how many times you had been used like this. How much had happened, how much had you been subject to by his cursed technique. Just how much was real in that domestic setting that you had been experiencing before it all came crashing down like this.

***

If only you knew just how much of your true self had slipped away. With your hands wrapped around his cock once more, The sunset and rise beginning to melt away at the edges into a haze of warm gradients was just a pretty sight to you, the concept of time becoming irrelevant to you as you settled into your life as an ignorant hostage.

Extra Notes:

Yeah so this kinda became a fucked up version of 50 first dates.. although now that I think about it I guess 50 first dates is pretty fucked up? Also god writing a character who hardly speaks is so hard in fic format;; I guess enjoy the challenge though