#i panicked...... and started just looking around

[enhani-ki]

my biggest opp - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, etc.

"suck my dick." "eat my ass."

you and ni-ki exchanged filthy words to each other at the same time, your voices were sharp and loud enough to turn your other coworkers heads. and even though they had long grown accustomed to your rivalry, they always still look at the two of you in shock.

it's like the office practically lived in fear whenever the two of you were around,

and it got to a point where the HR was already forced to intervene.

you both found yourselves sitting across from a visibly exhausted HR rep after a particularly heated argument during a department-wide meeting.

"l/n, nishimura... this is really out of control." they said while rubbing their temples. "you're sabotaging projects, disrupting meetings, and making the workplace hostile."

"tell her that. she started it." ni-ki pointed out.

you rolled your eyes.

"effective immediately, you're being reassigned to different departments."

and it should've ended there but somehow, despite being on separate teams, you both still found ways to make each other's lives miserable. you found loopholes and more ways to sabotage each other without making it obvious.

ni-ki took every ounce of restraint not to strangle you, and you might've run him over in the parking lot already if it weren't for security cameras around the building.

that late night, the office was already empty. you thought everyone had clocked out except for you.

you were also ready to leave, your bag is already over your shoulder but something was missing.

the important file, you knew you had just printed it.

"looking for this?"

it was the first time you saw ni-ki again. he's standing across the room, holding the folder between his fingers with a serious expression.

your stomach dropped. no fucking way.

"you're so fucking dead," he shook his head. "say goodbye to your career."

"gi-give me that!"

he held it high, stepping back when you tried to take it.

you almost had it but he made it more out of reach.

the folder has the confidential criteria of the next manager promotion, he knew you're a bad person but he didn't know that you'll just fucking cheat.

"yes, i'll give this back," he scoffed and nodded. "right to our manager."

your desperation turned to rage, that paper would literally ruin you. your eyes landed on a thick book sitting on a nearby desk, and you could've just explained and asked nicely to give it back but hell no, so you grabbed the hard thick book and threatened to swing.

ni-ki panicked, he looked around for a weapon of his own and in a split-second decision, he grabbed a cup off the desk and threw it at you...

very cold water splashed all over you and your clothes.

your jaw dropped. "you-"

"i- i didn't-"

then your foot slipped on the wet floor, ni-ki reacted fast, catching your head before you could crash to the ground but the momentum sent him stumbling too.

you groaned, his hands braced against the floor to keep himself from completely crushing you and next thing you knew, you were on the floor, your back against the cold tiles, and ni-ki was right on top of you, with his face buried on your tits.

he slowly moved, his eyes locked onto the view in front of him... your soaked blouse sticking to your skin, making your black bra and cleavage very much visible.

ni-ki cleared his throat before turning his head away from you. he was about to grab the scattered papers but you were quicker, you grabbed onto his collar, pulling him before he could escape.

"let go!"

"not a chance."

he struggled, trying to push you off but you were holding onto him so hard that the buttons of his shirt ripped, exposing his toned chest and abs.

you smirked slightly when you noticed ni-ki stopped pushing you away and his breaths became heavier.

he's still a guy after all.

your fingers roamed around his exposed chest, teasing him just to test something, to see if you could turn the tables,

you could feel his muscles tensed under your touch and ni-ki closed his eyes when you leaned close to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

the sound your lips made as they parted was too sexy so he leaned in to kiss you just to hear it again.

the kiss deepened, it became hurried, hard, aggressive, and messy.

like all his hate had nowhere else to go except right here.

ni-ki groaned against your lips, hands gripping on your waist.

you fingers slid down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin more beneath the open shirt again and before you knew it, you were helping him remove his shirt off completely, tossing it aside like it meant nothing.

"this is unbelievable." he thought, while his fingers worked hastily, unbuttoning each one from your blouse with urgency, making your heart race even more.

"you're impatient." you whispered, breathless.

"just wanna get this over with." he said before his lips crashed into yours to shut your annoying voice.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he easily lifted you, his other hand sliding down your back to remove your bra.

ni-ki watched the way your boobs bounce and spread free right in front of his eyes.

he lay you down on a nearby couch, removing your skirt and stockings so he can have you naked completely.

you arched on his touch but ni-ki grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him with no effort.

and even though you won't openly admit or say it, you knew everyone found your coworker is attractive but damn, he's this big too?

so now it made it harder to stop all this and it's been so long too since you had sex, you already forgot how it felt.

you watched ni-ki slicked himself with his own spit, barely easing what was about to come because just as you suspected, the stretch really hurts.

maybe it just the tip but it was already too much. your nails dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto.

ni-ki started moaning, his entire body tensing as he felt the way your walls squeezed around him. it's so tight, so impossibly hot too like you were already milking him for everything he had and his cock's not even fully inside yet.

"fuck," he groaned, "you're sucking me in."

yes, ni-ki hates you and even though he wanted you to suffer for everything you did to him, he would never be cruel when it came to sex. his own self-control was also hanging by a thread, yet he still moved carefully, pushing in slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of him.

your head tipped back, moaning too as you adjusted to his size, tightening more around him involuntarily.

ni-ki smiled, probably the first time he did. "there you go," he thought, watching your reaction as he rolled his hips up to meet yours, slow while keeping your legs in it's place.

you couldn't even think now already, the way he filled you up, the way his body pressed against yours, it was overwhelming. your nails raked down his back as he picked up the pace, going deeper, and deeper that you just might pass out.

and when the pain faded into pleasure, your body moved on its own, you rolled your hips until you found a good rhythm, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down, to take his dick even deeper inside you.

ni-ki threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as you rode him with no mercy, your warm, soaked walls dragging over his cock at a pace that was too much. it felt like he had no control anymore, he could barely think.

"y/n, slow down-" his voice broke, desperate and strained but you ignored him, rolling your hips even more fast because then maybe you'll get to see him snap.

his whole body was trembling beneath you, muscles tensed as his breath came out in sharp, ragged gasps. he already came once, and it had already been so deep inside you but you just wouldn't stop.

"you wanted to fuck me, right?" you taunted, your thighs were shaking from how much pleasure was coursing through your overstimulated body. "then just take it."

ni-ki buckled up into you too, he's so close again, teetering on the edge, but he refused to give in to your words.

"you- you're one to talk," he rasped, "when you're so fucking soaked."

and he was right, you could feel how drenched you were, could hear how messy and filthy it sounded every time your hips met his.

the pleasure became too much again, unbearable ache building deep inside you it felt like you're going to pee anytime soon, you pulled his hair for support as your rhythm started slowing down.

ni-ki noticed even through his dazed, wrecked state before smirking again. "gonna fall apart on me?"

his hands held your hips down, forcing his cock so deep inside you that your vision blurred, a sob tore from your throat as the pressure snapped, crashing through your body so intense that you couldn't even moan.

your lips parted, body trembling uncontrollably as you came hard on his lap.

you didn't know how but somehow now, he had you on your hands and knees, chest pressing against your back as he drove into you, relentless, unforgiving.

"n-no, fuck!" you sobbed, your arms nearly giving out as he buried himself inside you again and again, ni-ki's lips trailing over your shoulder, hot and ragged.

and your pussy clenched around him again, he started losing it.

his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling it to where your back can press against his chest, his other hand gripping on your throat.

he cupped your tits, you could feel his cock twitch inside you, the thrusts of his hips turned frantic as he chased his own release.

...now the office fell silent but the reality of what just happened started creeping in slowly between the two of you.

you reached for your discarded clothes, your limbs were feeling heavy as you clumsily pulled your skirt back on. ni-ki, still catching his breath, sat up to and started buttoning his ruined shirt though half the buttons were missing, making it completely useless.

then, he held something up between his fingers.

"can i keep these?"

your head turned towards him, eyes widening when you realized he was holding your panties.

you snatched it from his grip. "are you fucking sick in the head?" you hissed, slipping them back on as quickly as possible.

he just laughed and shook his head.

maybe he's sick, after all, he just slept with the worst person he ever knew.

next day you and ni-ki sat across from each other in the office, both unusually quiet. no bickering, no scheming, everything was just... gone.

your coworkers noticed but ignored it, just enjoying while it's happening.

ni-ki exchanged awkward glances with you before quickly looking away.

your lips were still tingling from last night. you swore that your body still felt him, and every time you move in your chair, the memories just keeps on flooding back to your head. "stop... please... oh, my god."

he wasn't doing any better too, he can't stop smiling and running a hand through his hair, his knee were bouncing under the desk every time his eyes landed on you.

then he caught you alone.

you were at the copy room, trying to focus on literally anything else when suddenly, you felt him.

ni-ki pressed up behind you, my dick misses you, is what he wanted to say. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

you blushed, your fingers were curling into the edge of the machine. "p- printing, what else?" you stuttered.

"y/n..." his hands found your waist, squeezing lightly. "you don't miss it?"

you swallowed hard before turning around to face him, "keep dreaming, psycho."

liar.

the asshole ni-ki you know would never say these things and if he did, the old you would've punch his mouth and punching it once once so you'd make sure it'll bleed.

so what happened?

"remember, i still got the files."

you hushed him, "give that shit back," you whispered.

he hummed, tilting his head. "it's at my house. you can come get it."

"just bring it here!"

"like i said," he dragged the word out, stepping closer, "come get it."

you still found yourself standing outside his apartment later that night even though knew it was probably a trap.

ni-ki opened the door, leaning against it with that same smug expression like he knew you'd be here... he's wearing nothing but a loose bathrobe.

you looked down. is he naked underneath? he's this pervert? then you quickly shook your head, forcing yourself to look back up. "where is it?"

he sighed, stepping aside to let you in. "hmm, i put it somewhere over there," he murmured.

you shoved him away before he could try anything, making him chuckle.

so you started searching, bending down to check under his sofa and through the mess on his coffee table.

ni-ki stood behind you, watching. no, he was checking you out.

his tongue slipped to wet his lips, looking at your ass and if he stared any longer, he knew his dick will get hard.

you stood and stomped your foot. "just give it back!"

ni-ki sighed and fixed his hair. "okay, fine!" he said, "i already shredded it. you don't have to worry."

"how do i know you're not lying?"

he didn't answer right away. instead, he leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, legs spreading slightly as he pulled you closer between them.

"because... you fucked me so good, i destroyed every single thing i have that could ruin you."

you swallowed hard, chest rising and falling hard as you look into his eyes then you looked down, and... oh.

his cock twitched beneath the thin fabric of his robe, already straining against it, making his arousal painfully obvious.

the air grew heavier as you both watched him get harder, completely shameless.

your lips parted slightly, heat creeping up your neck, but then you shot him a glare. "can you put some damn clothes on?"

ni-ki smirked, playing with the belt of his robe. "but you came all the way here…" he said. looking at you with his needy eyes.

he didn't finish his words, you just reached forward, curling your fingers around the soft fabric, and dragged it off his shoulders, inch by inch.

your eyes followed every reveal, his sharp collarbones, the defined lines of his shoulders, the smooth, lean muscle of his chest.

his eyes were locked onto your lips, red, and swollen from the night before. that's his doing and it looked so good.

his fingers traced along your jaw, his other hand gripping your waist as he captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss. his body was already hot beneath your touch, tense, waiting for you to take control and do him however you wanted.

you knelt between his spread legs, dragging your hand over his thighs, watching the way his muscles flexed under your touch.

you wrapped your fingers around his cock first, stroking him slow, letting your palm glide smoothly over him. his cock twitched in response with a shaky breath slipping past his lips.

you leaned in and pressed a slow, wet kiss to his tip. ni-ki's grip in your hair tightened but not pulling, just holding, like he needed something to ground him.

and when your lips wrapped around him, he lost all of his sense of control. you took him deeply that your cheeks were hollowing while letting your tongue glide over every inch of his dick.

you pushed even lower, forcing him down your throat, stretching yourself around him until your throat clenched, gagging as you choked when he hit the back of your mouth,

"more, more... more..." ni-ki bit his lip.

and you let yourself struggle, deep throathing his cock that spit started pooling at the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin, and all over your hands.

you heard him swore in Japanese under his breath so you can't help but chuckle, vibration sent another set of pleasure through him before you pulled away, letting his cock slip from your lips with a pop, thin strand of spit still connecting your mouth to his tip.

ni-ki's hips bucked, desperate for your mouth again but you just smirked, dragging your tongue along the side of his cock, slow and teasing, before wrapping your lips around him again... only to pull away the second he's about to cum.

"y/n- stop... that." he warned but you ignored it. instead, you just wrapped your hands around him, stroking him slow and lazy.

"you were close, right?"

"you think you're funny?" he panted.

you started sucking his dick passionately again, enough to make him think you were finally giving in but only to pull away again at the last second, lips barely brushing his tip, making him fucking ache.

his voice cracked, "you're so fucking evil-"

"you sound so desperate right now." you teased, dragging a single finger along his length, feeling how hot and hard he was in your grasp.

"you're not gonna make me cum?" ni-ki asked before pining your hands above your head, he had you completely spread out beneath him,

he's too far gone to even remember why he hated you in the first place.

and he went on you so hard that night, you couldn't even move the next day. you would fall the second you tried to stand, and the soreness between your thighs made you collapse back with a frustrated whimper.

a deep chuckle rumbled beside you, raspy from hours of groaning, moaning, and going crazy.

you glared at him weakly, when you tried again and failed, ni-ki carried you in his arms. you yelped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried you towards the bathroom.

he really did a number on you.

"think we can handle another round here?"

now he had your check pressed up against the cool, fogged-up glass of the shower. ni-ki's hands were everywhere, His large palms gripped the soft flesh of your tits, squeezing, pulling, and rolling your nipples between his finger, making your body arch back into him.

you just hoped that it wouldn't leave bruising prints on your skin.

you breathed hard, fogging up the mirror more, while your fingers kept slipping against the wet tile. ni-ki groaned against your shoulder, your fingers slipping against the tile for balance, wet slap echoing through the steam-filled bathroom.

"i could fuck you for days..." he declared, his teeth grazing your shoulder before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His fingers dug into your hips, pressing you harder against the glass.

the water kept shifting from icy cold to blistering hot, and it's so hard to breath, like you were both drowning.

next morning, your body ached in ways you didn't think were possible, ni-ki groaned into the pillow beside you, his arm draped over your waist, refusing to move.

your phone buzzed on the nightstand, probably an alarm or a message about work. you glanced at the time, then at ni-ki, who peeked at you with a smile.

"we're not going in, are we?" he asked, still sleepy.

you sighed, already knowing the answer. "nope, i can't."

he grinned and rolled over, grabbing his phone to call in sick.

"i gotta go home."

he hummed, nuzzling against your neck. "mm. or you could just stay here with me."

his hand slid over your thigh.

"i'm so sleepy," you mumbled, voice muffled against the pillow.

ni-ki's fingers were already trailing down your side so you hissed.

"what?" he murmured against your shoulder, pressing a warm kiss there. "i'm just holding you."

"you're not."

sighed, eyes fluttering shut. "i need sleep."

...but he can fuck you back to sleep.

ni-ki hummed, pretending to think. he rolled on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight.

"just five minutes." he agreed, lips brushing your ear. "if not, i'm waking you up my way."

later, just as you were drifting into actual sleep, something heavy landed on the bed, startling you both awake.

your eyes snapped open, only to be met with a pair of little eyes glaring at you.

a dog.

a small, fluffy thing that was currently growling at you like you had personally offended it.

"what the?" he muttered, scrambling back. "oh, bisco..."

"your dog?"

"that's my child."

you blinked at him. "i didn't know you we-"

"yes," he replied, reaching to ruffle the dog's fur. "i'm a single father."

you squinted at him, then at the dog, who was still very much growling at you.

"oh, come on," you huffed, sitting up. "what's your problem?"

the dog barked in response, stepping protectively over ni-ki's chest. "bisco thought you were hurting me last night."

"excuse me?"

the dog growled again, and you shot ni-ki a glare. "are you gonna stop it?"

ni-ki reached out and pulled you against him, ignoring the dog's outrage.

"bisco," he called out, "you'll get used to her."

bisco did not look convinced. "i think it can sense your evil attitude," he teased, rubbing the dog's ears.

ni-ki looked completely at ease... messy hair, lips still a little swollen from earlier, and worst of all, smiling.

like actually smiling.

you swallowed hard, your face heating up.

was this really the same guy who had spent months making your life a living hell? the same guy who stole your reports, sabotaged your presentations, and threw every possible insult your way?

the same guy you swore you'd never tolerate, let alone you expect to wake up next to?

it really doesn't feel real.

you sat there feeling like your whole world just tilted sideways and yet, here he was, laughing softly as bisco licked his face, as if he wasn't the biggest opp you have.

ni-ki looked at you, "what?"

you scoffed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over your head. "nothing..."

ni-ki only chuckled, moving closer, "tsk, don't tell me..."

and you kicked him under the blanket, smiling like an idiot.

a/n: i need to write smut better omfg, thank you @greenparties for this request. and if you're a MOA and BEOMGYU is your bias here's another coworker/enemies to lovers fic of mine: coworker || c. beomgyu x reader

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[witherby]

I love your Littlest Wayne series! I was just wondering, can Connor still hear mouse when she is in the shadows? Like, how would he react if she suddenly used her powers and he couldn't hear her anymore?

Ohhhh I LOVE THIS PROMPT. Let's explore that!

More Conner x Gender Neutral!Reader coming up~

Littlest Wayne: Signs of Life

Masterlist is Here!

Conner uses your heartbeat to lull himself to sleep. Its steady cadence is an anchor point for him when he's overwhelmed, or when he misses you, or when he wants to know where you are. Its calm, consistent thumping is always in the back of his mind, even when he isn't consciously listening for it.

So when he cracks his eyes open out of a dead sleep, groggy and confused, it takes him entirely too long to realize that he woke up because can't hear you anymore.

He's at Wayne Manor in seconds, uncaring of the alarms he's tripping in his haste to get to you, and hovering anxiously in the air when he finds your bedroom unoccupied. When Hal blearily stumbles in and asks him why he's in his youngest's room in the middle of the night again, and to please stop doing that because it's very inappropriate, Conner grips his shoulders too tight and blurts out the first coherent thought in his mind.

"I can't hear them!"

Hal rubs the sleep from his eyes, unphased. "Kid, I don't know what —"

"I can't hear their heartbeat."

The alertness is there now. Hal pushes his hands away and goes to the bed, pulling the covers back.

"The sheets are cold. Stay here, I'm getting Bruce."

Conner zips out of the room and pulls Bruce from his bed, then sets him back on the floor before Hal can even finish turning towards the door.

"Help me find them!" He snaps in a panic. Bruce blinks heavily, but it doesn't take him long to realize there's an emergency.

"When did you stop hearing them?" Bruce asks, glancing around your room. The only sign of disturbance is the window Conner came through, which was closed prior to his arrival. Bruce starts examining the space around your bed, wondering if you simply slipped into your pocket dimension or if something actually happened, and Hal leaves to go grab his ring so he can scan the area.

"Eight minutes ago. I woke up because I couldn't hear their heartbeat anymore, Bruce. I've never not been able to hear them before, I can't see them or detect their heat signature —"

"Superboy," Bruce says firmly, "deep breaths. It's extremely likely that they're still alive, but you can't help track them down if you're panicking."

Conner takes deep breaths. A little too deep. When he exhales the wind almost pushes Bruce over. He glares at Conner, who grimaces and flies back through the window to breathe outside instead.

"Where are you..." He whispers, frowning. He wraps his arms around his waist in a facsimile of a hug and closes his eyes, trying to center himself.

It'll be fine. Bruce and Hal don't seem to be frightened (they aren't a good base to compare to anyway, being seasoned vigilantes trained not to panic in stressful situations) and they aren't making any attempts to reach out to other League members for backup. It'll be fine. You're alive somewhere, Conner just can't hear you or see you or smell you or sense you or —

Deep breaths, he reminds himself. Focus. Just breathe and keep looking. They're fine. They're safe. They're....on the moon.

No fucking way.

Conner opens his eyes, incredulous. He listens for your heartbeat again, expanding his hearing outside of Earth.

There it is. The steady thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump he's grown to love is on the dark side of the goddamn moon. Like metal to a magnet, he follows the sound of you up, and up, and up, until he breaches the atmosphere and enters space. Then flies even further still, until his socked feet touch down onto the rocky surface.

"You scared the shit out of me," he snaps, when what he meant to say was "I'm so relieved you're okay."

A lumpy patch of darkness, darker than the rest of the ground, wobbles a little and inches forward until it's tickling Conner's toes. You move like you're unused to the terrain. It only makes him angrier.

"...a w a k e...w h y..."

"It's your fault," he says, hands shaking so bad he clenches them into fists. "I woke up with this huge sense of dread. Something was wrong, every bone in my body knew it. And I realized I couldn't hear your heart anymore."

He presses his fists to his eyes, applying pressure until bursts of color dance behind closed lids. They're burning, and not from the threat of head vision.

"I thought you were — I couldn't find —" he shakes his head and gasps your name. He feels that same tickling sensation on his feet again, more insistent. He steps away from your shadow. "Do you know how terrifying that was? To wake up and not find a single sign of life!? It's the middle of the night, and you're out here just — just on the moon!! On THE moon, the one in outer space!! When did you even find out you could travel off-planet!?"

"...y e s t e r d a y...p r a c t i c i n g..."

"Leave a note next time!" Conner says. He wants to throw something. Wants to kick the moon apart. Wants to drag you from the darkness and never let you out of his arms. "Leave a text! Tell someone something before you do this again!!"

"...i p r o m i s e...s o r r y C o n n e r..."

This time, when your darkness reaches for him, Conner allows himself to be pulled under and into your tight embrace. He floats in absolute darkness with you, soothing himself with your heartbeat.

When you return to your room, Bruce and Hal find you and Conner in each other's arms and sleeping away.

[daddydixonscrossbow]

You step towards Daryl, “Daryl.”

He gives you a funny look, like why are you my space, kinda look. You ignore it, “I don’t think we should be here.” He looks at you more, “What do y’mean?”

You shrug, “I don’t- this place doesn’t feel safe. There’s something off about that Dr. Jenner dude.”

“Wait n’see what Rick says.” He mumbles, looking back towards Rick, “M’sure he’ll be a’right.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, the eerie feeling growing harder to get rid of.

Your eyes focus on the screen, watching the lights flicker within the brain of the scan. You feel like you could puke. After a little bit, a loud alarm starts buzzing.

Everyone starts questioning what it is.

You look at Daryl and he tilts his head, “Maybe y’were right.” He reaches out, pulling you to him. The screen lights up with a red box and numbers, a voice counting down booms through the room, “thirty minutes ‘til decontamination.”

Everyone starts panicking. You hold onto Daryl’s arm and he looks at the doctor.

“What’s going on here doc?”

“Yall heard Rick, get yer’stuff and let’s go. Go now!” Shane yells. Daryl pulls you with him towards the exit, his hand tightening on yours. The door closes and you stop, spinning around to look for another way out.

“Did you just lock us in?” Glenn asks scared.

You start to breathe faster, but Daryl shakes his head, “Don’do that, calm down. We’ll get outta here, just- hold on.”

He gets more agitated, letting you go to go after the doctor, “You son of a bitch. You locked us in here!”

You and Shane go after Daryl, keeping him away from the doctor. You grab his arm, “No, no, no.” Shane pulls him back, and you step in front of him, “Stop, stop. That’s not gonna help.”

He looks down at you, huffing as he glances up at the doctor.

After a little bit of freaking out and the doctor losing his shit, Shane cocks a gun, aiming it at Jenner. You stand closer to Daryl and he wraps his arm around you.

Shane fires the gun repeatedly and you grip onto Daryl’s shirt, “Oh my god, I want out.”

He nods, “I know, we all do. Jus’relax, okay.”

Jenner moves to a key pad, and as soon as the door is open, Daryl pulls you to where the weapons are, and you book it with him.

He glances back every so often to make sure you’re still with him, “C’mon, girl. We gotta go.” You huff, following him ho the steps, “I’m goin’ as fast as I can, Daryl.”

You make your way to the doors, and nothing is working. He runs over, hacking at the windows with Rick. Nothing works until Carol pulls out a grenade.

Daryl grabs you, pulling you with him. He gets you down onto the floor, his arm around you as you use your hands to cover your ear, “Fuck, fuck.”

As it goes off, he holds you tighter, looking up as the glass shatters and he nudges you, “C’mon. C’mon.” You stand up, running out of the now broken window. Your heart was racing, you’ve never been this scared before. Even though Daryl wasn’t really a comfort kind of person, you somehow managed to feel safer with him by your side, at least.. a little bit.

You run out over the yard towards the vehicles. Shane, Rick, and, Daryl taking out walkers as you all hustle.

He reaches back for your hand, pulling you up to him, “c’mon.” He opens the truck door, pushing you in, “In, in, in.” You climb in, Daryl following you in and he lays his body on yours, “Stay down.”

You listen to the explosion of the building, closing your eyes as you try to control your breathing.

He sits up slowly, eyes on the building, “Y’okay?”

You nod, sitting up, “Mhm.” You mumble, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” He clears his throat, “Don’t expect it again.” You roll your eyes, “Asshole.” You look over at him and he gives you a slight smirk, shaking his head as he looks back at the burning building, “Fuck.”

You move away from him as he starts to drive, following the other vehicles. After a while, you come to a stop. Daryl ditches his truck and gets his bike from the back, “Get on and hang on.”

You swing your leg over the bike, adjusting your sitting position. You slide your arms around his torso and rest your chin on his shoulder, and that was a very scary, yet beautiful start to yours and Daryl’s relationship.

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’ 💋

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Vox watched his companion closely after his own slip up. Near disastrous. And even now he could still feel his nerves buzzing with the manic energy the drug was seeping into his bloodstream. He had intended to go back to the kitchen for more- but after that- Vox was thinking about heading the other’s warning a bit closer.

Going easy on it. It had been several days. It wasn’t just a top off. It was more like ending a tolerance break.

He blinked several times and shook his head like he had hair in his face. Focus focus. Cool, calm, in control.

Vox smoothed his sweater down needlessly, and moved toward the bathroom to take his turn in getting ready. He didn’t have any products or pampering items but the hotel had a few staples.

He washed his face for the first time in a century or so which felt weird. Then used the water to try and smooth his hair back. Hoping it would dry how he wanted it too.

The one piece that was partially streaked red wouldn’t stay though. Insistent on leaning forward. The underside bright hibiscus red, and that made his blue brown hair look even more raven shaded by contrast.

Vox gave up after a few more tries grumbling about it and moved back out into the room with his posture much more alike how it was in hell. It felt weird getting ready without wearing a suit. He kept wanting to reach up and fix his bow tie or make sure his suit collar was sitting correctly since he couldn’t feel it.

He came back out to Alastor dropping the towel and starting to get dressed. A smarmy little smile snuck up despite himself, sparing an extra long glance before he finally continued his move into the kitchen. Taking a quick shot of the whiskey they had on the counter. (For the vitamins.) Then scrounged for his cigarettes and lighter before making his way back into the main room.

Just in time for the unexpected bomb that was going back— it jarred him how much it felt….. well jarring to think about.

Back to his routine. His head rejoiced. His safety. His control. His tools and influence and tower- and Val.

Why did it make his chest pinch like that. So much so that he stammered again.

“Ah.. ahyes.”

Or his company would be in shambles. Or it wouldn’t be a return to the comfort of his routine at all.

Vox seemed to visibly fight a panicked thought off. Unaware of it showing so pristinely on his face- even now. His own hand moved up to bracket against his temple. His pupils moving around like they were trying to avoid making eye contact with his thoughts.

“Yesyes..” he said again after he realized he didn’t even have any information to find out when would be the best time to plan their return anyway. What if now was the best time. Well they couldn’t go now. They could- he could- their contract was done. He had said three to five days. It had been three. And yet- he was drawn to this… isolated little cycle they had. It felt surreal. Untouchable.

But it would end. It also dawned on him he wished he would have appreciated it more. But that was much too sappy for Vox the media demon.

“Uh— excuse me.” He muttered like he had sneezed instead of verbally and physically zoned out.

“Whenever your business is complete. I won’t have you blaming me for cutting it short.” He added but it sounded dry and edgeless.

Then Vox lit his cigarette and seemed to once again bounce right back into his smooth recovery after the nicotine hit his lungs.

That one rogue hair leaning forward over his eyebrow like a red banner.

“So these that we’re visiting now- they live in an apartment..? Who are we hoping to find?” He exhaled his cloud

“Or is it the building…”

It was Vox’s turn to give a loud boisterous laugh as he watched the other scurry away like they hadn’t just slept, fucked, and then slept again stark naked. It was cute.

He paused to scrutinize his thoughts once Alastor was gone.

“And you’re weak.” He muttered to himself under his breath.

Vox pulled the cabinet open and pulled the little baggies out.

Oh bless that silly deer. There was a few options too.

He carried the baggy into the kitchen, still naked. He should probably get dressed. But this was absolutely priority.

Taking drugs has a tv, as one could imagine, involved some creativity. (He usually just ate it and damned be the consequences.) But as a person there was a right way to do things. So he did.

Making a little prep area and then pulled it right up through his nose. It had been- a hot century or so since he had done that. The dizziness hit him like a freight train but he just found himself giggling with the adrenaline. Then got more of the powder ready— space it out save some for later.

He paced around for a second. Pushed his hair back with both hands. Then found his clothes. And moved them to a different chair. Intent on getting dressed. At least soon. Vox put his boxers on.. Then pushed his hair back. Walked to the bathroom and peaked just enough to check on Alastor (see if he was still there.) Then walked away to the window. It was a nice view..

And walked back to the kitchen. That was long enough. The effects in snorting it weren’t immediate- but the adrenaline of doing it- and the anticipation was more than enough to get him going.

He pulled more up into his nose.. just a little bit. And started walking around again. Usually he had his phone to occupy him. Go cyberbully some people or wreak some havoc on Velvette’s socials. But he had nothing.

Vox walked back over to his clothes, taking a very deep breath, and started getting dressed. He only got as far as his socks and buttoning his pants up- when he paused again to go walk by the bathroom again.. just to make sure the other was still there. Not lingering really. Just enough to glimpse. Then back to his clothes.

They had poked a lot of angelic bears in the past few days. It had him thinking about his own contract barriers. He was skating closer and closer to them.

He finished getting dressed as Alastor came back out. All fresh and clean his deep skin glistening with the water flecks.

Vox’s mouth watered. But that didn’t mean anything.

He was fixing his cuffs as he approached the other.

“No no- relax with the cheating- I can’t skirt much closer to..” Vox did a very weird seemingly involuntary and unexpected pause and swallow. The drugs making him careless with his own secrets briefly. Depending on Alastor’s perceptiveness he might recognize the sort of loss of autonomy to keep talking.

It was over as fast as Vox could move on.

He waved one hand flippantly,

“They’re clean. I like my Voxtek sweater too much. I sent them to be laundered while you were in your shower.” Maybe a compliment would distract- and turned his back casually to retrieve the other’s pressed clothes that had been folded and left in the foyer. Previously intent on just gesturing. Now he wanted to fetch them.

He placed the stack on the bed when he returned and went back to fixing his other sleeve. Hoping they wouldn’t linger. It was one thing to weed out Alastor’s contracts- but he didn’t want his own skeletons toppling out of his closet.

[gojo-mochi]

Telling OP Char: “Are you gonna eat that?” And pointing to their crouch

Something silly - Based on that one Tweet

TW: Suggestive

Luffy:

 Says “No” with a mouthful of food, he doesn’t know what you’re pointing at, but he assume it’s food and he will not share that easily. When you point again, trying to make it known to him that you’re not about to steal any of his dinner, Luffy will just get confused on why you want to eat his shorts.

“Are shorts tasty? Should I try eating mine right now?!” 

Will take off his shorts in the middle of dinner, or at least try to until someone yells at him for doing it. You will have to drag him inside a room later and just show him what you really meant.

Sanji:

Doesn’t get it at first, mostly worried about you being hungry first of all. 

“Oh, are you still hungry, dear? I can whip something up for you real quick! Anything you like~” 

What you like is Sanji maybe with some whipped cream on top as well. So, you repeat the question, this time making your point known by running your hand up his thigh and gently palming his crouch. His face gets beat-red and he drops any cooking utensil he was holding in his hands.

“Like right here? In the kitchen? Right now?” Sanji seems panicked and flustered with his questions but he’s quickly approaching you with each question he asked, until your back hits one of the table in the kitchen. His hands on either side, his breath quicken and short as he looks down at you. All you needed to seal with the deal was lean and for a kiss and Sanji would handle the rest. He’ll even let you use the whipped cream on him if you really want to.

Zoro:

Quirks an eyebrow at you and says nothing, goes back to his workout and pretend you’re not there. He was lifting a 300-pound weight like it was nothing. 

“...Can I take your silence as a ‘yes’?”

You weren’t gonna back down that easily. You hear Zoro snort, but his expression doesn’t change. “What was the question again?”

You sigh, “I asked if you were going to- *you point to the middle of his sweatpants* eat that?”

Zoro fights hard to keep a straight face as he counters with “Eat my pants? You’re asking if I was going to eat my pants in the middle of my workout?”

“That’s not what I-”

“Oh no, you meant that as one of your cutesy-jokes, right? What you actually mean is that you want to suck me off, hmm? You want to put that pretty little mouth right on my cock and use your sweet tongue to lick up all the sweat down there and then you want to-”

You slap your hand over Zoro’s mouth, you feel his mouth move into a smirk underneath your palms. Damn it, it was his victory this time. 

Robin:

Smiles gently at you, and closes the book she was reading and placed it on the table. She say nothing to you but just kept on staring at you with that smile. You start to sweat a bit, it feels like you’re in trouble for making this joke to her.

“Umm, I’m really sorry, I-I’ll just go now.”

You turn to leave and just when you were about to put your hand on the door, a set of hands springs out from the door and turns you back around to face robin. Her hands pushed you towards her actual body as she waits at the same spot, leg crossed and that patient smile on her face. 

More sweat beads down your neck as the silence stretches on for what seems like hours. The hands keeps you in place, so you can’t make another attempt to escape.

“..., Robin?”

“No.”

You make a confused face. “No?” You repeat back to her. 

“No, I’m not. So, are you going to finish it for me?” Her tone level and cool, still confusing the heck out of you though. Robin leans back in her chair and uncrossed her legs, lifting up the hem of her skirt with one finger. 

“Oh? … Oh!” 

Well, it would be rude to leave now, right? You gotta finish what you started. And it not like Robin will let you leave that easier, anyway, but don’t worry her hands will also be helping themselves to your body as you start your meal~

Kidd: 

“What..?” 

Kidd looks at you with a scowl on his face. Then down at his pants and then back up to you. “If you want to suck my cock was say so, don’t confuse me with that shit.” 

You roll your eyes, lightly kicking him in the shins for being a spoil-sport about it. You turn your back to him and start leave when you hear Kidd shout at you. 

“Oy! I didn’t say no! You can’t just leave like that! I’m already hard thinking about it!” 

You hold back a snicker and look back at Kidd, fluttering you eyelashes at him cutely. “You have to play along though~” 

Kidd makes a face at that, scowling even harder. He grumbles something under his breath. 

“What was that? You gotta be louder.”

“I’ll show you loud…” Kidd sighs heavily, weighing the options in his head. 

“Fine… No, I am not going to eat my cock, so would you please come finish it for me or whatever.”

“Oh my! Captain Kidd said the word ‘Please’? It must be my lucky day!” 

Kidd face turns beet red as he stomps over to you and throws you over his shoulder. “Shut up, I did what you ask for, so you better be ready to eat all of it.” 

“And if I find a single drop on the floor, I’ll make you lick it up in front of me, got it?”

[meguwumibear]

The first time Zayne asks you to his house, you bring him a sprig of jasmine. You pass by the flower shop on your way to his apartment on a whim and are inexplicably drawn to the thin, white petals. The shop owner tells you the plant signifies new beginnings which seemed fitting at the time.

The look on Zayne's face when he sees the jasimine is one of pain. The light in his hazel eyes dulls, and the skin between his brows wrinkles. You resist the urge to smooth the folds away with your thumb.

"Sorry," you say, unsure what to make of his expression. You scramble around the kitchen looking for a trash can. He's rich, so it takes you some time to find it. You open cabinet after cabinet in search of the thing. "Didn't want to show up empty handed."

After some awkward fumbling, you manage to locate the can. It’s hidden to the left of the sink behind the recycling bin. The trash is empty save for the bag which smells lightly of lemons.

"Wait," Zayne replies with some urgency, his usually calm voice the most panicked you've ever heard it. His hand presses your fingers securely around the stems before you can dump the arrangement into the trash. "You just surprised me is all."

You let him slowly guide the flowers away from the maw of the garbage, lips still weighed down by an unknown force.

"Don't overthink it," you tell him, unable to guess at the cause of his sadness. Seems you may have crossed some sort of unspoken boundary in your efforts to appear polite.

"They're lovely," he concedes, forcing a smile onto his face, "but they'll die in a few days."

Is that what's got him so upset?

"Hang them upside down before they begin to whither,” you offer. “They'll hold their shape, and after a few weeks you can stick them in a vase and keep them forever."

His brows knit together contemplatively.

"They'll still be dead," he tells you, wearily eyeing the plant.

You shake your head at him, "No, their form will just have changed."

"I'm not very good at tending to plants," he insists.

You shrug at him, busying yourself with finding a vessel for the jasmine.

"Lucky you have me then. I can help you string them up when you're ready to."

He lets you fill a glass with water and plop the jasmine into its new home.

Zayne doesn't say anything for a while. He just stands there, statue still, like he’s an android with stalled programming. His eyes remain fixed on the white petals of the plant, almost accusingly. It feels inappropriate to move for some reason, so you fuss with the placement of the stems, waiting for him to take the reins.

"I was thinking," he eventually starts, gaze still stuck on the jasmine, "that I'd like to dom for you exclusively. As previously stated, I believe we are compatible and that I can provide you with the subbing experience you need."

"Oh," you reply, cheeks heating. You chance a sideways glance at him, but his sights haven’t changed. "Yeah, I'd like that. I haven't seen anyone else since we started our sessions anyway."

"It's settled then," he agrees, eyes finally flicking to you. “Moving forward you’ll come to me when you need something.”

“And you’ll come to me when you do,” you add.

He looks at you funny, but doesn’t argue.

“How do you feel about shower sex?” he asks suddenly, as his mind visibly reconnects with his body. He turns toward you, awaiting your reply.

You flash him a cheeky grin, “Lead the way.”

[meyhew]

my brother was the witness of me | a glimpse into the foxes v raven game and its aftermath (pt 1)

For a dizzying moment, Aaron is back in Columbia, waiting uselessly for Neil to break down the door that stood between him and Andrew. That day, Neil knew before anyone else that Andrew was in trouble. Today, too, Aaron only whirled around towards Andrew because Neil started towards the Home goal. He watches the Ravens strikers charge for the goal, he watches Winter swing his racquet like a baseball bat—just like Aaron did when he crushed Drake’s skull with it.  

Aaron screams.

He’ll never know what panicked warning came out of his mouth at that moment, but it’s just barely enough. It buys Andrew just enough time to lift his stick and block Winter’s lethal assault. The unexpected impact still makes him stumble into goal, it still makes him crash into the wall. The sound that peels out of Andrew even in the chaos makes Aaron’s blood go cold and he’s moving without thinking. The other striker, Williams, brings his racquet down in the same moment but Andrew isn’t where he was half a second ago; the racquet skims his helmet and hits his shoulder with enough force to bring him to his knees. Williams lifts his racquet again, but Aaron knocks it out his hands with a violent swing of his own and then lets it clatter to the floor. 

He hits better with his fists.

A moment later Matt is there, too, punching and shoving at the Ravens, both of them trying to keep the assholes away from Andrew’s kneeling form. One of them headbutts Aaron hard enough for Aaron’s vision to swim. The bitter taste of blood fills his mouth. There’s another Raven body, a dealer Aaron vaguely recognizes that Matt easily hauls off of Andrew with one hand. Aaron feels a rush of gratitude for this team that will stand between his brother and the world. It’s gone in an instant, but it’s still dizzying. The two of them stand their ground around Andrew, who swats at Aaron with one arm like he wants to get around them. Raven coaches reach the fray then, trying to pry their beasts off of Aaron and Matt. Aaron understands Andrew’s agitation the moment the Ravens are dragged away; Neil lies crumpled across the court, Kevin kneeling beside him. 

Wymack materializes next to Aaron and hauls Andrew up, who immediately starts dragging them both towards Neil. Fleeting as it may be, a sting of bitterness zaps along Aaron’s spine. The whole world could come crashing down and still his brother would run to Neil. He wants Andrew to look at him, he wants Andrew to let Aaron look at him. Then he catches sight of the limp way Andrew’s hand dangles by his hip and he feels ice shoot through him again. 

I wasn’t fast enough I couldn’t save him again I couldn’t save him he’s always saving me I failed him again

Neil doesn’t get up, and the Raven who took him out breaks free of the refs holding her. She should’ve let them hold her at bay. No sooner is she out of their grasp that Andrew catches up with her and locks her in a one-armed chokehold. They both go down and Wymack tries to break them up with the other referees, but it’s pointless. Even from across the court, Aaron can see the promise etched into Andrew’s agonized features as he fights through the frenzy of his own pain. 

He wants to kill Lane. Aaron kind of wants him to. 

It takes four people to pry Andrew off of the Raven, whose limp body gets dragged away and out of sight. Andrew doesn’t waste any time heading for Neil, who is still curled up beside an anxious and angry Kevin. Dan and Matt make it there just as Aaron does, all of them equally pissed off while Abby crouches next to Neil. Aaron doesn’t hear what Andrew says to Neil or the response Abby gets, and in this moment, Aaron forgets to hate Neil. He can’t think anything past Neil running for Andrew and giving Aaron that half a second needed to save his brother’s life.

Drake’s crushed-in eye and cracked skull flash behind his eyelids. He feels Andrew’s hand in his hair again, Andrew asking did he touch you even as he was the one bleeding. Bile crawls his body. He need to get off this fucking court. Aaron takes his helmet off and spits out the blood that filled his mouth. He kicks Kevin lightly in a silent bid to follow and makes for the door.

—

It takes Abby three days to get a second opinion—not because of her lack of friends in the medical field, but because Andrew refuses to go to a hospital. He lets Abby fit him with a sling at Neil’s insistence and then silently ignores all reason. 

“This is your only warning to shut up,” he says to Abby, like trying to help him is the worst thing she can do. 

“Cut the shit,” Wymack says, “and stop that.” 

He snatches the now nearly-empty pack of cigarettes from Andrew’s lap and stuff it into his pants pockets. Andrew continues crushing the sticks in his hand. 

“You’ll be benched for months,” Neil says from next to Andrew. His one track mind is nauseating and Aaron almost says as much, but Neil keeps talking. “Not to mention the pain you’ll be in.” 

“No one asked you.” 

“I’m speaking anyway. Consider it payback for last year.” 

Last year when Neil came back from Baltimore broken in a million places and Aaron saw a version of his brother he never knew could exist. 

“You made me do as Abby said. Now it’s your turn.” 

“This is not a merry-go-round. We are not taking turns.” 

“Are you stupid?” Aaron finally cuts in, tired of hearing them talk in circles and trying to appeal to Andrew’s nonexistent reason. Andrew doesn’t care about how much pain he’ll be in or how many months he’ll have to stay off the court. Aaron knows what he fears and he’s sure Neil knows, too. Why he hasn’t addressed it, Aaron doesn’t know. “You want to be sitting on your ass outside the court next time someone takes a swing at Neil? Because there will be a next time. He’s a wretched magnet for trouble and I sure as fuck won’t put my life on the line to save his.” 

The look Andrew pins him with should be terrifying, but Aaron doesn’t care. It’s better than his apathy. 

“Leave.” 

“No. We didn’t save your life just to watch you rot in pain. Grow up, Andrew.” 

Neil scowls at him. “Shut up.” 

“No. He’s going to the hospital. Today.” 

Andrew almost smiles, barely. It’s a cold thing and it looks wrong on his face. “Try me. I’ll kill us both.” 

He could—and two years ago Aaron might have believed that. As it is, Andrew has shown his hand time and time again; Aaron has no problem calling his bluff. The compliance with pigs after Columbia, giving a statement, allowing them to run a kit, even testifying in court and reopening those wounds months later—none of it was to hold Drake accountable. The man was already dead and he took his sins with him. Everything Andrew did, he did it for Aaron. 

Aaron flashes Andrew a mirrored smile. “No you won’t. You’ve put in too much effort keeping me alive.”

—

The hospital waiting room makes Aaron’s head hurt. 

Katelyn sits next to him on an uncomfortable chair, her arm hooked through his. Neil’s incessant pacing doesn’t help. He’s a blur of orange and blue as he crosses the room back and forth, back and forth. Being taken off the court for months, even to practice the way he obsessively does, has made him infinitely more irritating.  Aaron lets his eyes glaze over before closing them. He should have joined Wymack when he went out for a smoke half an hour ago, Kevin on his heels. 

Katelyn’s thumb moves in reassuring circles on his arm and Aaron tries to focus on that instead of the dark valley his thoughts are plummeting towards. There are things he’d rather not know, things that don’t need to be added to his repertoire of nightly terrors, but he shares Andrew’s self-destructive streak. Curiosity wins in the end. 

“Neil.” 

The scuffle of Neil’s sneakers against the carpet quiets and Aaron opens his eyes to find Neil staring at him. It’s not so jarring now, his ugly scars and burns. Most days Aaron doesn’t even notice them. Most days when he’s wearing the clothes Andrew has bought for him, he almost looks like he belongs with them. He could be a shadow of Andrew if Aaron weren’t around. Even those armbands Aaron thought were ridiculous until he saw Andrew’s forearms look normal on his arms, like they belong. 

He’s no longer pacing, eyes fixed on Aaron. 

“What’s the deal with Andrew and doctors?” Aaron asks. 

Neil looks mildly surprised, which piques Aaron’s interest. Barring Baltimore and the time his locker exploded with animal blood, Aaron has really only seen two expressions on the man’s face: an open stare or a cold smile. He won’t have to wonder for long; Neil hardly ever shies away from saying what’s on his mind. 

“You have to leave,” he says with a jerk of his head towards Katelyn. 

Aaron bristles. “Like hell she does.”

Neil looks unfazed. “I won’t talk about Andrew with her.” 

The anger Aaron usually manages to keep at bay rises up again. That he has to turn to this crime ring heir to understand his brother, and that Neil knows this and uses it to dictate terms makes Aaron slightly irrational. The urge to knock his teeth out is nearly blinding. 

Katelyn squeezes his arm, once. “It’s okay. I’ll take a walk.” She kisses his cheek as she gets up. 

Aaron knows she isn’t offended. She once told him it doesn’t matter to her what Andrew thinks of her, or Neil. “It’d be easier if they didn’t hate me, sure, but I’m not in this for them. I just want you,” she’d said. And Aaron loved her doubly in that moment. But he doesn’t have to be so forgiving. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“I don’t have a problem.” 

Aaron laughs. Fucking liar. “I get why Andrew doesn’t like her—I mean, I don’t. He’s stupid and childish. But there’s no reason you should have an issue with Katelyn, so again: what the fuck is your problem?” 

That same unbothered expression. “My problem is you airing out Andrew’s business when he doesn’t want them to know.” 

She’s not people, Aaron wants to scream. But it would fall on deaf ears. He doesn’t know how Andrew and Neil define whatever their relationship is, but he knows they’re not calling each other boyfriends. Saying he loves Katelyn will mean nothing to Neil. 

“What’s his deal with doctors?” he asks again. “And stop fucking pacing before you pull something.” 

Neil sits. And he talks. 

Not about Drake, but about Easthaven. About Proust. 

Proust drugging Andrew to control his reactions. Proust putting restraints on Andrew so he could put his hands on Andrew, knowing Andrew couldn’t fight back, couldn’t do anything except pull the restraints tighter. Proust using the ammunition Riko gave him to use Andrew’s foster families against him. The bite marks on Andrew’s scars that still haven’t faded. The new scars Andrew came home with that Aaron never got to see. Violation after violation after violation. 

“He’s not being obtusely difficult, he’s scared.”

By the time Neil stops speaking, Aaron feels sick with an honest to god knot in his stomach. 

He’s scared. 

His brother who suffered abuse after abuse to shield him. His brother who never spoke a word of it so Aaron wouldn’t be burdened by it. His brother who said it all in his testimony because he wouldn’t let Aaron be taken away. His brother who still kept so much buried so far away from prying eyes. 

he’s scared he’s scared he’s scared 

Aaron’s anger at Neil is a distant, forgotten thing. 

His brother who witnessed the pain in his life and killed it at the root. 

At length, all he’s able to say is, “Thanks.” 

It puts an acid taste in his mouth, but Neil can figure the rest out himself. All the things that pride won’t let him say. The only thing Aaron can think is, his brother is scared. He wasn’t fast enough and his unshakable brother is scared.

[ohburgee]

Here we go again. When you are secretly admiring your primarch husbands, but they already knew you are...

You’ve been secretly admiring your husband. While they’re in a meeting with their legion, you quietly watch them, your eyes drawn to them like a moth to a flame. You can’t help but stare, their voice, their face, the way their eyes glimmer with authority.

It feels like admiring a living masterpiece, a statue carved by the Emperor himself. Oh, Throne, perhaps you should commission a Remembrancer to create them as majestic statue.

What makes them even more captivating is their armor. The way it gleams under the light, emphasizing their powerful form, makes them look like a knight ready to rescue you from any danger. You’re grateful to be their wife, to have the privilege of witnessing their beauty up close to see their face when they talk to you, and their body when you share a bath together.

At night, when they sleep beside you, you gaze at their serene face. They may be feared across the galaxy, but to you, they are gentle and caring. Gently, you trace your fingers along their cheek, marveling at the softness of their skin.

One time, during a grand parade in honor of the Imperium, you stood with the nobles, searching the ranks for your beloved Primarch. Your heart fluttered when you spotted them marching with the others, their majestic armor glinting in the sun. You couldn’t tear your gaze away. And when they caught you staring, you quickly looked away, only to steal another glance finding them already smiling at you.

After the parade, while the nobles mingled and sipped their drinks, you lingered in the corner, feeling restless. Your husband was busy with their legion, so you stayed behind, but the distance gnawed at you. Bored and missing them, you decided to do something foolish.

You slipped out of the palace and wandered through the outside hallways, hoping to catch a glimpse of them. When you finally found them speaking with their legion, your breath caught. The sight of them, standing tall and commanding in their armor, made your heart race. You didn’t approach, not wanting to disturb them, so you simply watched from afar.

But then, they started walking and to your surprise, they were heading in your direction. Panicking, you quickly turned around and tried to leave, hoping they wouldn’t notice you. In your haste, you accidentally bumped into something hard and metallic, hissing in pain as you clutched your head.

A gentle hand cupped your face, tilting it upward, and your eyes widened as you found your husband standing before you.

"What are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be inside," they said, their voice low and laced with amusement.

You offered a sheepish smile. "I... I didn’t have anything to do in there, so I came out for some fresh air," you whispered, avoiding their gaze.

They smirked. "You came out to watch me," they teased, a chuckle rumbling in their chest.

Your face burned with embarrassment, and you quickly looked down. "I’m sorry... I just missed you a little," you admitted softly.

Without warning, they lifted you by the waist, holding you effortlessly in their arms.

"I knew you’ve been secretly admiring me," they said, their voice dripping with affection.

You stared at them in shock. "You... you knew?"

They nodded, smiling as they carried you through the hallway. "You don’t have to watch me from afar," they whispered, as they took your left hand and pressing a kiss on it while their gaze on you.

"I’m always right here close to you."

n: I loved writing this story scenario of primarch husband's so I planned to continue doing this little series.

[brothersfuck]

WINCEST PANIC ROOM NON CON.

So straight forward anon..I like it..also, this is so canon🤤 Sam wakes up (not chained yet) dehydrated, sweaty, he looks like he's on the verge of pissing himself, and the door opens. He thinks he's hallucinating, crawls to the other side of the room--or at least tries to, he just moves around trying to get far, but he doesn't. Dean is right there, it's quiet, no one is talking, but the door closes behind both of them. The walls are thick, but they're not thick enough, Bobby hears it from upstairs. First it starts with Sam calling for both Bobby and Dean, then it turns into a very panicked "Bobby--!" And then, stills. The walls aren't thick enough, but they're so thick even Bobby won't be able to hear the baited breath and the panicked "no, nonono, this isn't, this isn't real, I, Dean wouldn't..you're not real" or the response from Dean coming right after, "you can feel me and I can feel you." Dean thinks he has the permission, now. He's here to untaint his brother; but he'll do it his own way, write his very own how-to. The guilt will eat him up later, and the self righteousness will kill it right back

[buckysgrace]

now daddy!steve hcs?

OOOOOH interesting thoughts hmmmmm.... thank you for this!!

Also a baby hog. Probably does a lot of cosleeping (ik that's like a no no now but)

He's definitely over prepared. He has read up on books, magazines etc to find out everything he needs to know to prepare for the birth and welcoming of his little baby

Definitely see him being a teen parent idk just fitting in a way

Gives his baby all the love and attention that he never felt like he got <3

Also looooves to show his kids off. He's very very proud of them (and you of course hehe)

Gets up every time the baby cries, even if it's your turn. Also very good at changing diapers he has made a sort of game out of it to see how fast he can do it (and if he can do it without gagging this time lmao)

His babies have to have lots of hair of course, also covered in lil moles like him as they get older hehe

also very cute if they have his big cute head hehe

Robin of course would constantly be complimenting him for managing to make something so cute

Lots of family road trips!! he will turn this car around damn it

I can see him sort of becoming overwhelmed at the first 2-3? like ok yes still big family but lets wait a few years before we start going again lmao

Cries when he gets to cut the umbilical cord hehe. Also very very excited for the skin to skin contact so he can bond with his lil baby

Would sing them them to sleep in the rocking chair. He also ends up passing out but it's fine

Idk why I picture him having fussier babies but I do?? Really struggles and feels awful the first few months until the little baby finally gets settled :)))

Ya know he's searching for matching shoes with his kids too, most definitely lmao

takes them to all sorts of events for holidays and everything else lmaooo just wants them to get the most out of it

also loves to blow raspberries on his babies to get them giggling hehe

Gets his hair pulled a lot by them :/

lots of nose kisses hehe

Loves to play with them but sort of does it in a dangerous way? and not as in the kids getting hurt, as in he's the one accidentally getting beat up by them lmao

His children are definitely huge bundles of bursting energy hehe. Always needing to do something.

His kids are runners lmao. Almost all of them. Y'all look away for a second and they're sprinting smh

and at least one of them is a biter too omg

Is ashamed to admit that he tried to backpack leashes a few times lmaooo but in his defense they were cute!! Only stopped using them because the children liked to run as fast as they could, only to see how far they'd fly when they got yanked back lmao. They thought it was hilarious, you guys did not.

Probably buys a lot of toys for them within the first few years until he realizes that most go to waste?? so then he's more particular and careful about his selections lol

Also I can see him being a lil overbearing at first?? Just very concerned with the first few over keeping hands clean, what they're eating, etc etc. I think he eventually develops a nice balance tho??

Also spends a lot of time making sure they're being safe and healthy (like putting sunscreen on for example or making sure they're staying hydrated) but forgets to do that for himself lmao. Ends up with the nastiest sunburn ever

Definitely curses for the first time in front of them too when one of them accidentally hits his reddened skin

Tries to get interested into everything his kids like so he can be involved too?? Or at least show that he cares??

loooooves to show off on the trampoline too and his kids think it's so cool?? lots of time spent learning how to backflip. and roughhousing omg

Does his best to help them in school as much as possible, but he's definitely panicking the whole time lmao. Love the idea of him trying to teach himself and his child math late at night

Overall he's a very, very good daddy hehe.

[faeryseiko]

Ahead of me || Katsuki Bakugo

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A/N: Hi ! I haven't wrote since 2022 so I'm sorry if this one sucks but please take the time and tell me your thoughts on this one !! It is a song lyrics based fic, I LOVE the quirk I just cooked and might do an AO3 story with it...

WARNINGS : season 7 BIG SPOILERS. death, blood.

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Muffled screams, tears running down soft cheeks.

"If I could, I'd be your little spoon"...

I looked as Shigaraki threw Bakugo's body like an useless doll that he didn't want to play with anymore. My heart was beating strongly fast in my chest. I got up on my feet and ran to his side, sliding on my knees as I did so. I started to scratch my arms, the red powder falling on the hole of his chest.

Quirk name : Philosopher's stone

I kept scratching, normally it wouldn't even take a second before healing. But it didn't this time. I felt my own blood rolling on my arm and saw it going to mix with his on his chest. I heard Best Jeanist next to me as he just saw the student he taught yet learned so much from.

"No. No no nonononono" I started to panic as my eyes watered down. I was shaking a corpse, trying to wake it up. I put my forehead on his and was breathing uncontrollably.

"Y/n-san, with you around, we will not be scared of our injuries anymore. I know we can count on you !"

I remembered Izuku's words, now stabbing me as I felt useless again in my life. My best friend was lifeless before me and I couldn't even bring him back or save him.

My quirk wasn't a flashy one, nor did it help for defense. I had to work harder to prove myself worthy of being a hero. The number of times I felt useless watching my class fight as I could only stand watching on the sidelines. I hate it, I'm thankful for Aizawa that have let me show my worth.

"Your quirk is special, Y/n. Great sacrifices and hard work will have to be done to reach it's full potential."

I was shaking, taking his numb upperbody on my knees as I carressed his cheek with my thumb. His beautiful crimson eyes were now turned a pale pink color and his mouth gaped open to show the last breath he took. I let my forehead fall on his chest.

. . .

"One day, I'll become number one and will beat all bad guys like All Might !"

It was one of these times where Bakugo and I's parents would hang out and we would play in the park together. We were on top of the slides as we practiced our hero poses while laughing.

"I'm excited to see my quirk so I can now start ny hero journey, aren't you Bakugo?" I asked with a smile and to this he nodded with a proud smile.

"I already know mine will be awesome ! You'll just have to wait and see. It'll be so strong that it will surpass even All Might and AH-"

I jolted in surprise and panicked as I saw Bakugo fall from the slide's top. I carefully went down and sat down next to him. He winced in pain as he was holding his arm. After a few seconds, a blue color was appearing and that's when I knew it was broken.

"Bakugo, y-your arm-"

"Shut up I know !"

He tried to not let his tears fall and when I saw this, that's when I suddenly took his arm. I don't know how this happened... Even today, I am not able to reproduce what I did that day, but when I touched his arm, his arm healed itself, but in the process broking mine completely.

Bakugo smiled as he saw his new and healed arm.

"Y/n! Your quirk it finally came-"

His eyes widened, seeing me holding my arm in pain. His smile disappeared and I don't know what he thought at that time. That I had an useless quirk ? That I was pathetic ?

. . .

That day was my quirk's first appearance and I couldn't understand how I did it. I had the properties of a stone made with alchemy. Yet, I couldn't understand them exactly.

"And kiss your fingers forevermore..."

But then, it clicked.

I gently lift up Bakugo and hugged his figure, closing my eyes in the process. I focused on him, I had to.

"but big spoon, you have so much to do..."

Water filled my eyes as I sobbed, hugging him tightly, knowing this was my first and last.

....

I remember when I saw Bakugo and Deku fight against eachother, their first fight when they were teammed up with Uraraka and Iida. I looked in awe at both strenght.

Even though Izuku used to be quirkless, he showed himself worthy for All Might to give his quirk. Bakugo was mad and confused at the time, mad that Izuku had showed up randomly one day with a quirk that was strong. And confused on how it happened.

I was selfish to think that... but with Izuku I felt less alone next to Bakugo with his amazingly strong quirk. I had to work extra harder and might never catch up to them.

I also remember at the festival, against Kirishima I was nothing but an easy target. I have cried that day so hard, I even wondered what I was doing at U.A and why I stayed. Also on why our teacher kept me.

Aizawa taught Shinsou and I to still be strong even with a quirk that didn't give us boosted strenght, rapidity or stamina.

I have made so many good friends at U.A, but I knew that if for whatever reason someone had to leave, they had too much potential, too many hopes and dreams for it to be them.

"And I have nothing ahead of me..."

I have made so many great memories, so many. I felt my chest getting lighter and breathing turned so easy to do. Weights on my shoulder turned into empty ones, you know that feeling before falling asleep ?

And as my chest softly stopped to move, I felt against my ear a heartbeat. By now, I was too weak to great him happily like I usually do.

I wish we had more time, more time for me ask for his help for math homework, more time for him to look behind him to look at me, as if having me helped feeling more confident.

Or more time for me to go shopping one last time with Mina, one more time for Shinsou and I to proudly look at our better fighting forms, one more time to play video games with the squad.

More time so I can admire the developpment Bakugo has made on himself.

Maybe, I can finally be useful to you, Katsuki ?

....

Bakugo's eyes opened softly as he heard Best Jeanist yelling out someone's name. Surprisingly, it wasn't his.

The pain he had felt on his chest left and the blood disappeared, he still felt some weight on his chest. He had a hard time moving, but when he looked down, he saw your h/c hair, your normally e/c vibrant eyes that were now closed forever.

He would call you a dumbass, but he knew you wouldn't hear him this time. He would call you a selfless idiot, because since the day you had your quirk, the coolest quirk he've seen in terms of healing, that's just who you've become.

His eyes watered down. He focused so much onto catching up with Deku that he hasn't looked behind him at the person who destroyed themselves just to catch up to him.

And now, it was too late for him to simply catch your hand to help you run with him.

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song : Your Best American Girl - Mitski.

[novicedraws]

your biggest fan here

So evil Lao and Raiden didn’t know each other [closely] before becoming enemies, huh? ig it felt like they had a history because when they are not fighting Raiden seems… chill/tolerant to Lao? XD like “are you fr breaking into my room through a window? kinda rude but sure ig” lmao

How did he ended up in this situation then? 👀 did he just fell for the Bad Boy charm, or was there something more? they love to hold each other in arms while wounded, do they have a common enemy who brought them closer??

🍀

omg, its you again! hola hahahahaha Yea that's my bad lol I tend to draw "story beats" out of order so I can see why the confusion. So if you don't mind, imma kinda look like this

First Meeting - The start of it all, atp the Shaolin have been winning and gaining back territories and recourses from the Red Dragon. Kung Lao is called in to "fix" the problem. Raiden only knows by word of mouth about Kung Lao (vise versa Kung Lao with Raiden). Kung Lao is more amused about this new "champion" as he doesn't see him as a threat (until he gets his ass beat in that first encounter lol) obviously the two still don't like each other.

The Girls are Fighting - probably the least amount of drawings out of the arcs. honestly that one drawing is even leaning more towards "changing Point". essentially, This is the messy part of the story. both the champions don't like each other what so ever. its also the longest part of the "story" (months time in the story) Mavado/ rest of the Red Dragon starts picking up about this new threat. In turn they put more pressure on Kung Lao, it makes him so fucking mad. Its as if he's not a threat anymore. (he still very much so). Raiden on the other hand also gets pressure from his piers, the champion should have already fixed most of the issues already. ((side note - yea they should go after Liu Kang but *plot twist* Liu Kang is actually weakened. Its why he wont just rewrite the universe, something went terribly wrong, plus he's not a "public" figure)) both sides allies think they are getting "obsessed" with the other.

Changing Point - Raiden by default is a nice person, even in this rough situation. So seeing how this war just brings so much pain and suffering he goes for a different tactic. Diplomacy with Kung Lao- just enough to try and reason with him. It doesn't exactly work and in that moment of vulnerability Kung lao takes his chance to disarm Raiden. Raiden can keep up with Kung Lao but he panicked with his amulet stolen, so he did the most crazy thing (aka kiss him). If you asked, Raiden has no idea why he would even go for that tactic he just panicked lol. But he didn't hate it, no matter how much he tells himself otherwise.

Feelings? - Mavado gets wind of the new annoying champion, and sees how Kung Lao is annoyed with him...or is he? Mavado knows Kung Lao's mannerisms, hes 90% sure its not hatred. And knowing that, he feels...annoyed, mad, upset even? but instead of actually thinking about it, he acts petty and tries to hurt them both (alt. to fighting). He hurts Raiden at the party- Raiden doesn't know why he's upset seeing that. And Kung Lao doesn't know why he cares for Raiden's feelings. - Kung Lao knows how to sneak around (he had to for survival) so he often goes to see the enemy front (its often how he's able to defeat the enemy) but this one night is different. He see's Raiden very close to another individual (smoke). He doesn't care who or what that person is, he does not like them being that close to Raiden. (this is bit of a toxic trait- not enough to thinking of killing that individual- but immense jealousy)

Earth Realms Champion Injured - Raiden is one man, and while he's very strong and powerful, he's still a humble farm boy. He tries to please everyone and over works himself to the point of almost passing out in battle. The pressure and stress has got to him at this point. Despite telling everyone he's fine. He almost dies in battle but Kung Lao comes in just in time to save him. He sees the state Raiden in and is pissed. (just to note they are not fighting each other here, this is a separate issue trying to take over- aka Shang Tsung's army) Long story short (i wanna draw something later lol) Raiden is out of commission for a bit.

Something Changed - Raiden got better! but something strange keep happening during his recovery. Little gifts and such keep popping up in his room, he tries asking the others, but they deny leaving anything. He knows who it is, but he doesn't want to believe it really because why would he care about him? they are enemies, sure there's something, and he's scared. He shouldn't have these feelings, but he does. Is Kung Lao playing with his feelings? Is he just messing with him before killing him once and for all? He doesn't know. - Until one night, he stayed up enough to catch Kung Lao enter his room looking...normal. Soft. A little exhausted by the bags under his eyes. Its the first time in a while the two have gotten to see and talk to each other after all the shit they gone through. Just the two of them alone for once. They both know things were never going to stay the same again, and they don't hate that. That night they embraced each other as though they were meant to be together.

Omg Change Pt. 2 - Still working on it LMAOOOOOO--- the two now know what the other is feeling. orrrrr they're trying lol. Kung Lao is raised to keep emotions in otherwise its a weakness and can be used against you. Raiden learns people pleasing is how he is able to help his village. Its how he got injured in the first place. so they are both trying to work on it lol - will they have a happy ending? idk but thats for later hahaha.

Theres still gaps in the story, but honestly that comes in when I actually draw them in lol

So just some small spark notes I couldnt fit up above- - Raiden becomes more tolerate of Kung Lao around Changing Point. His feelings also start to slowly build up. Same with Kung Lao. - While he's not exactly against sex, Raiden definitely had a more tame upbringing. He's raised as a farm boy, and trained as a monk. Kung Lao existence alone is making the poor boy spiral LOL. Poor man is having a crises as to why he's feeling these things, he shouldn't! but he does! (also kind of makes him insecure but Kung Lao reassures him to never think like that) - The parts from changing point to omg change pt. 2 is actually short in terms of time compared to the girls are fighting.

OMGGGGGGG that was a lot, I hope I answered at least one question LOL

[rottenpumpkin13]

I think that at this point I'm sending you daily asks but umm

I did a blood test today and it's like facing my worst fears and I was crying, breathing rapidly and my anxiety spiked up

How would AGSZC & Aerti would handle it if they've been the companion?

Sephiroth: You don't want him as your companion. He is the living embodiment of anxiety and pessimism around needles (gee I wonder why). Stiff as a board the entire time, arms crossed, watching the nurse like she's about to pull a scalpel out next. When you start panicking, he just nods grimly. "Understandable. This is merely the beginning." Allows you to hold his hand for comfort, but if you cry, he doesn't tell you to stop—he just looks at the nurse and goes: "What else are you taking? Teeth? Hair? Skin?" like he fully expects them to start draining you dry. When it's over, he places a hand on your shoulder and says "If they call you back, resist." Then he buys you an entire meal, like he's trying to replenish your strength for the next inevitable betrayal.

Angeal: Stares at you like a proud father watching their kid finish a whole plate of vegetables. Holds your hand, brushes your hair back and tells you how good you're doing. When you start panicking, he just places his massive hand on your shoulder like a weighted blanket and goes "Breathe." If you crush his hand in terror, he doesn't even flinch, man's built like a brick wall. When it's over, he nods approvingly and says "You lived." Then buys you a protein shake, because apparently, that's comforting.

Genesis: Acts like this is a tragedy happening before his very eyes. When you start tearing up, he clutches his chest like he's the one suffering. "Such injustice," he sighs, dramatically wiping away a stray tear from his face. If you squeeze his hand too hard, he makes a displeased sound before yanking it away and flapping it, offended. Absolutely refuses to let you look at the needle. He holds your face between his hands like you're in a dramatic romance scene. Buys you something completely unnecessary afterward, like silk gloves or a first edition book, and claims "No warrior should endure such trials unrewarded."

Zack: 100% on board with your nonsense. If you start panicking, he panics with you. If you cry, he cries. If you dramatically clutch at your chest like you're perishing, he grabs you by the shoulders and goes, "STAY WITH ME, YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO DIE." The nurses hate both of you. He absolutely encourages bad behavior. "If you wanna kick your legs and scream, do it. They can't stop you." Afterward, he high-fives you like you survived a war and takes you to get ice cream. "You earned it, champ."

Cloud: Stressed for you. He looks physically pained watching you suffer. White-knuckles his own knee while you hold onto him like a lifeline. "It's almost over" he mutters like he's trying to reassure both of you. If you cry, he stiffens like he's buffering, then awkwardly pats your head. When it's finally done, he releases a breath like he just survived a boss fight. Silently buys you snacks afterward, like a shell-shocked soldier paying tribute to a fallen comrade.

Tifa & Aerith: Tifa is handling the situation like a seasoned nurse, and she's sweet about it: "It's okay, you'll be fine! Just breathe!" Meanwhile Aerith is just enabling your nonsense. "If you wanna bite the nurse, I'll look the other way." Tifa glares. Aerith grins. When you start panicking, Tifa firmly holds your hand, and Aerith casually suggests "What if we just ran?" Tifa is now holding onto both of you. If you start crying, Aerith wipes your tears and calls you brave, while Tifa sighs and tells you there's nothing to be scared of. The nurse leaves the three of you alone with some vials of your blood. Aerith poses the "hypothetical" question of what would happen if they took one of the vials as a souvenir. Tifa has to physically restrain her.

[expansion-stories]

holy shit, *please* more posts where the subject is terrified of their own growth

Wiping down the tables…I bet she made me do this on purpose!

Taylor’s titanic tits jiggled back and forth as she moved the rag, even as tightly bound as they were. The edges of her spreading areolae were visible, and she was already bulging over the cups, her breasts rising like dough.

She closed her eyes, trying not to show any outward signs of stress. Calm her breathing. Try to stifle the rising heat between her legs.

The worst part, she decided, was knowing she deserved what was happening to her.

“Someone’s looking a little different…”

Taylor spun around, seeing the teasing grin of her fellow waitress. She could feel eyes on her chest and knew her breasts were getting harder to conceal.

“Is there something you want to get off your chest?” Throwing a smug smile her way.

Scratch that, the worst part wasn’t deserving it, it was people knowing she was transforming and couldn’t stop.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She’d meant to sound confident, resolved, but her voice came out like she was about to cry.

Taylor had a very bad habit of stealing tips. Just sometimes. But people had noticed when a hundred dollars went missing.

Whoever the thief was had been publicly declared a ‘thieving cow’, but with no witnesses, nothing stuck on Taylor. She’d spent the money on a stupid mobile game.

Should have saved it for new bras…

“How’ve you been feeling lately, Taylor?” The woman continued. Not even bothering to hide where she was looking. Taylor slowly let out a shuddering breath.

Her anxiety has blossomed with her breasts, and that combined with the stares was making her very self-conscious. Every time someone’s gaze lingered, she would wonder…Can they tell what’s happening to me?

Something shifted. Her chest was getting warmer again. Taylor felt a hot drop of fear in her belly.

“Well?” The woman was still standing there, apparently not feeling merciful. It always started the same way, with a rising heat, then a tingling sensation…

Taylor put one hand on the table, trying to support her heaving bosom. She can feel the tightness, the expanding flesh pushing her bodice apart, each breath slowly exposing more of her already enormous nipples. Cold sweat ran down her neck as she imagined them exposed.

“Please, no”, she choked out, watching her bulging cleavage deepen before her eyes. None of that confident, boastful girl was left.

She could always try to apologize, return the money and beg for the curse to stop. The only things holding her back are her pride and the lacing on her top.

And in a minute, it’ll be just her pride.

A knot comes untied, and a panicked scream echoes through the restaurant.

[nightlyrequiem]

Be Still My Heart

Chapter 25- Tomorrow

Masterlist AO3 Previous

You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: THE END! This series gave me burnout lowkey but it's okay. Can't believe it's already over. Feels like just yesterday I was plotting down the chapters in a little notebook. I'm a little sad it's over

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH19.), Dual POV

You throw yourself to the ground as bullets begin raining down. Landing roughly beside Valeria. The bodies of your team fall heavily as they're struck. You're too disoriented and it's too dark to see who's making it and who isn't. There's an old car a few feet away. Gathering up every atom of strength in you, you grab ahold of a now unconscious and heavily bleeding Valeria and try to drag her. Cold claws of fear grip your heart tightly. How much blood has she lost? You can't tell, the amount is skewed by how much has soaked up into the dirt. Something wizzes by and burns your leg. you gasp and drop Valeria. Looking down. Your pants are torn by the knee and blood starts wetting the material.

Gritting your teeth you grab Valeria and use up the last of your strength the pull her behind the car. Breathing heavily and shaking so bad that you can barely pull of your rifle, you drop it to the ground and check over Valeria. Lifting up her shirt. In her side is a clean enter wound. Profusely bleeding. The smell is overwhelmingly metallic and your head swims. Don't pass out, don't throw up. Valeria will die if you can't do this. Fighting back the queasiness, you reach down and use your knife to rip apart the legs of your pants. You struggle to wrap the fabric around her. The sounds of gunfire feels deafening.

You tie the strip fabric tightly and feel helpless as it darkens with blood in seconds. Is that tight enough? You peek your head over the car and see Doug half crouching half running to the gate. Furious and panicked, you grab Valeria's handgun and aim. You miss the first shot, not even seeing where the bullet lands, but you hit him the second shot. Landing a shot right in his back. He stumbles and crashes down. You duck back down, narrowly avoiding getting shot yourself as a bullet pings off the front of the car. You check back on Valeria, checking her pulse and feeling disturbed by how faint it is. You should've stayed back at the house. Hot tears blur your vision and you don't fight them. Instead letting them fall as you press down on her wound. Keeping pressure on it and pleading with her not to die. You're not mad at her anymore.

Valeria has never looked more human covered in dirt and her own blood. It's a startling cold reminder that no matter how smart or strong a person is, that they all fall eventually. You count down the seconds. Just trying to keep Valeria's blood inside of her body where it belongs. Scared out of your mind and trying not to pass out. It finally goes quiet. You wait a few more minutes before peeking around the car again. Seeing the compound littered with hole-ridden bodies both familiar and unfamiliar. Your blood roars in your ears as silhouettes begin moving out from cover. Fear gives way to relief at the familiar faces.

You wave some of them over.

"Valeria's hurt!" You say, voice cracking with nerves. Alain and another man rush over. You back away and let the more experienced and collected individuals take over. Dawn begins to break by the time Valeria is carefully lifted from the ground and into the truck. You're sat in the back with her, instructed with keeping pressure on her wounds. A couple of the group stays behind for cleanup duty, erasing any evidence of their presence. Valeria's head lays in your lap and you brush her hair from her face. Damp with sweat. She looks so pale. You're exhausted, and cold, and need a shower. The ride back to the house feels like it takes days. Many times, you bite back the urge to demand that they take her to the hospital. That would raise too many questions and Valeria wouldn't want questions. She had the foresight to bring medics.

You follow behind the men uselessly while they carry Valeria down into the basement. The medics kick everyone out of the basement while they work on her, everyone including you. You pace around by the basement door. Feeling like you're losing your mind.

"What happened?" You hear Mark ask. "Is she going to die?"

You sure hope not. Valeria, strong, opinioned, powerful Valeria, reduced to an empty corpse and memory. Your chest tightens painfully. She's a liar, murderer, evil drug lord, but she's also your friend. Hired you when no one else did.

What will become of the cartel? Of you? Fear and uncertainty threaten to overwhelm you. The following days you don't leave her side. Setting up a nest of blankets and pillows in the basement, uncaring of the bugs and rats. You look down at her on the hard little table. She looks so still. You can't help but feel at fault for this. You knew something didn't feel right. You told her it was clear and now she's unconscious and dying on a table in some guy's basement. Maybe if you were just better at cooking meth she never would have felt the need to find and kill Doug. Though deep down you know how competitive she was. Is. She's not dead yet. The thin blanket covering her shifts and you look up hopefully. She lifts her arm and covers her face, groaning in pain.

You feel sick with relief and rush to her side, grabbing her hand.

"Valeria." You say. Valeria looks at you, brows furrowed.

"Why am I in a basement?" She growls, trying to sit up only to gasp and fall back.

"Relax." You murmur. "You... do you remember what happened?" You ask anxiously.

"Yeah, we raided the compound and then I was fucking shot. Now why am I in the basement?" She says, sounding annoyed. You squeeze her hand.

"The medics treated you here, it was out of the way." You tell her.

You let yourself indulge in her for a few more moments.

"I'm sorry, Val." You say. "I should've checked harder, Alain should've checked harder."

Valeria looks away. "It's... things don't always go perfectly, and even the most experienced of people make mistakes. How many casualties?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Seven. On our side. And Doug is dead too." You tell her quietly. Valeria grimaces.

"We shouldn't have come here. Waste of time and men." She says gruffly. You reach out a hand and brush it through her hair gently. Valeria subtly leans into it.

You sigh wearily.

"We got rid of the competition." You remind her. "We'll go back to being the best in the business."

Valeria looks at you. "Will you still cook for me?" She asks. "If this scared you off, I'd understand." You're surprised by the lack of bite to her words. Like she means what she says.

"Of course I'll still cook for you." You murmur. "Besides, I don't think I'll be able to work a normal job after this. I was the one who killed Doug." The realization hits you hard. A pit opening up in your stomach. It makes you feel dirty. Bad. wrong. You shake it off for now, there's a time and a place to think about it.

Valeria stares at you. Looking wholly vulnerable. 

"I know you want a genuine apology." She says. "But I can't give you one. But I can give you honesty. I'm not sorry for lying about Corra, but I am sorry that it hurt you. I was acting in my own best interest. And yours by extension. I don't expect you to forgive me but I want you to know that no matter what I do care about you, even it it's from arm's length."

You frown at her. Considering her words.

"What you did wasn't okay. You don't get to decide things for me even if you think they aren't good for me. That's up for me to decide." You tell her. "I'm willing to forgive you eventually though. But you have to be willing to change some of your ways." You caress her face. "If you can't do that, then I cannot be with you. I need someone who sees me as my own person. I appreciate your protection, but protect me a little less." You lean down and gently press your lips to hers.

Valeria kisses back without urgency or fire. The kiss is simple and sweet and doesn't overstay it's welcome. You pull away and look at her with affection and concern.

"I'll go tell the others that you're awake. Then we can finally go home." You give her a fleeting smile before leaving her on the table. Rick and Corra are together again. You wish you could apologize to them but you're too caught up in how relieved you are that you didn't lose Valeria. You don't know if she'll be able to change but you know you'll always love her, as a friend, as a boss, maybe as more.

[journey-to-the-attic]

Ik lost baby teeth what are everyone's reactions

in a world where demon bodies don't do anything adjacent to that: lucifer and satan have already done their research and were prepared, and then everyone else freaks the FUCK out

kids lose their first teeth at around 6-7 i think? at this age ik is just about starting to speak regularly, so she'll have told at least zhao about the wobbly tooth, who would then have told lucifer, and probably also solomon and simeon at one of their mum-cafe-dates

the other brothers were not told about it. lucifer is peacefully doing work in his office when the other five burst into his office in varying states of distress (beel is mildly concerned, levi is acting like she's about to DIE) and it takes way longer than it should to calm them down

from what lucifer can glean, the sequence of events was as follows:

belphie gave ik an apple and the tooth fell out when she tried to bite into it

belphie freaked out and yelled for beel, and also attracted asmo and levi because it's the most frightened any of them have heard belphie sound in years

belphie, at this point, was holding ik's entire head in his hands and trying to figure out what's going on, and ik was just standing there calmly with blood gushing out of her mouth

(it's actually a very minimal, normal amount of blood for a baby tooth that's been pulled out, they're just that stressed out)

the sound of the others panicking and shouting over each other summoned mammon and satan, the former of whom promptly lead the charge to lucifer's office, and the latter of whom quickly freed ik from belphie's vice grip before he could haul her off with them

while the communal chaos is going on in lucifer's office, satan calmly gets ik cleaned up, but is surreptitiously avoiding looking at or touching the loose tooth the entire time because it really freaks him out