#it's just sometimes you want to knock their skulls together and say PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

[saryasy]

I love reading how buck and eddie yearn bc they do have most of what they want, and they can try to convince themselves they don’t need anything else…but then they’ll think about having more kids, or kissing, or living under the same roof, or all the other things they can’t do under the platonic label

the thing is, anon, it's two fold

number one, you underestimate their ability to overstretch the truth in order to get what they want. living together? lots of people have roommates, and Buck's already at Eddie's half of the time, the other half he's at work. so obviously it's economically responsible for them to live together and split the bills and groceries etc etc. kids? well they're already raising one, what about one more? sex? friends with benefits do exist! and the thing is, they can do all this, they can live together, raise children together, have all the sex they want, and they will still yearn. because those idiots are possessive commitment whores. they want the commitment. they want to stand before their friends and god and everyone and scream "HE'S MINE" (and even then the yearning won't stop by the way. pining is a state of mind. one they both have mastered)

the second part is, well, there's nothing stopping them from being together. and that's the fucking kicker to me. they're not citizens of rival countries in some fantasy world whose marriage will cause a scandal. or blood sworn enemies. they're friends in love. who raise a child together. they're firefighters. humans. normal human fucking begins. if they want to be together they should fucking be together. but noooo the Narrative says no (not yet) and someone (Eddie) is refusing to look at the Buck shaped hole in their body and soul

[archangeldyke-all]

soft/needy/clingy sevika? 🥺

i love you babe, i hope you’re having the most incredible day. you deserve the world <3

awee thank u so much !! <333

men and minors dni

you're just about to turn in for bed when there's a knock at your door.

the only time someone knocks on your door this late at night without previous notice is when that someone is sevika. you grin as you run toward the living room, flinging your door open to reveal your girlfriend.

she looks exhausted. but the moment she sees you, the tension in her shoulders disappears, and she smiles, slumping forward to collapse into your arms.

"hi, honey." you say, wrapping her up into a warm hug. she sighs.

"hey, baby."

"you okay?" you ask as you guide her into your apartment. she trails behind you, touching you the entire walk to the bedroom.

she's quiet as she collapses onto your bed, and you smile down at her.

sevika gets like this sometimes-- all needy and clingy-- and it's the cutest fucking thing in the world.

she's making grabby hands at you from her spot, but you dodge her grasp to start undressing her from her day-clothes.

you start at her feet, unlacing her boots. she sighs when her feet are freed, and you quickly peel off her socks before moving up to unbutton her pants.

as you slowly strip her down to just her boxers, she finds her words, your touch bringing her back to life.

"i just missed you." she whispers, her eyes big and watery as she watches you work. you smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before you crawl into bed beside her.

you curl around her and she shifts in your arms until her nose is brushing yours and your knees are knocking. you start trailing your hand up and down her spine, and watch as she melts under your touch.

"i missed you too." you say. she smiles shyly.

"really? it's only been twelve hours since we saw each other." she says, a little self consciously, like she's worried that her sudden appearance at your doorstep might be over-stepping. she's always insecure about her clingy side, and it only makes you love her more.

"really, sev. wish i could spend every minute with you." you say. sevika smiles, big and toothy, and she leans forward to nuzzle her nose against yours.

"me too." she admits. you giggle.

"i love you." you say. sevika grins.

"i love you too." she says.

"you gonna spend the night here?" you ask. she shrugs.

"if you want me."

"shut the fuck up, i always want you. please stay." you say. sevika sighs happily, closing her eyes in satisfaction at your words.

she's so fucking cute it makes you want to squeal.

"okay." she says, like she didn't walk all the way across town just to be with you. "i'll stay."

you kiss her forehead, and she giggles, a sweet little sound.

"you sleepy?" you ask. she nods, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you closer toward her.

"was tryin' to sleep at home, but i couldn't without you there. missed you. i've gotten used to you squishing me in my sleep-- now bed feels empty without you." she says. your heart skips a beat and you kiss her again.

"you should just move in with me." you whisper.

sevika's sleepy eyes pop right back open, big and bugging out of her skull as she looks at you. you smirk. sevika blinks several times, trying to take in your words, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly as she tries to find her words.

"wh-- seriously?"

"dead serious." you say, nodding. she huffs a little disbelieving laugh, her lips quirking up at the side.

"you-- you won't get sick of me? i'm not very organized-- you know i leave my clothes all over the place. and i work horrible hours, i'll always be waking you up in the middle of the night. and--"

"sevika." you cut her off. she gulps and looks at you with stars in her eyes. "i know all of this already." you say, giggling. "we've been together for two years. you're over here five nights of the week anyways. i still want more of you. i want all of you, always." you remind her. she blinks back tears, then leans forward to bury her face against your throat.

you give her time to collect herself, continuing to stroke your nails up and down her spine, scratching your free hand through her hair.

sevika always gets a little shaky when she's like this. she's tough and stoic all the time, and it took her months to finally open up to you and show you how clingy and soft she can really be. you know how vulnerable she is in this state, and you feel like the luckiest person in the world to be the person she's trusted her sweet heart with.

eventually she catches her breath, pulling away just an inch, her voice wobbly as she speaks.

"okay." she whispers. you grin.

"yeah?"

"yes. please."

"thank fuck." you say, giggling as you pepper her face with kisses. she starts to laugh in your hold, giddy and excited, and when she pulls away enough to look you in the eye, she's got tears running down her cheeks. you coo, cupping her cheeks and wiping up her tears.

"are you sure?" she asks again.

"quit fucking asking me that!" you laugh. sevika snorts. "more sure than i've ever been about anything, okay?"

"okay." sevika says, giggling.

"now go to sleep because the first thing we're doing when we wake up is going to yours to pack your shit up." you say. sevika grins.

"okay."

"goodnight, baby." you whisper, kissing her forehead. "i love you so fucking much."

"'s kinda gay to say to your roommate." she teases. you snort and tug her hair, and she bursts into laughter.

"shut the fuck up." you giggle. sevika hums, then pushes on your shoulder and pins you to the mattress, before flopping right on top of you, nuzzling her face against the crook of your neck and shoulder. you kiss her cheek and wrap your arms around her waist.

"i love you too, you know?" she asks. you smile.

"i know baby." you say.

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[cusredismyfav]

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(A/N : Hear me out for a sec, I never write a smut before, but I want to try and it's came out not that good soo I won't write it again. This is my first and last. Bye 😃👊🏻)

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warning : implied smut.

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There isn't a day you won't falling in love with this man, who is both a responsible adult and a decent neighbor in your village.

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He is ideal. the kind that is incomparable.

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You've always admired him when he came to visit your father once a week for drinking and chit-chat. They both have conversations about lifes, past, present and future. He even thought about having a family since he's been single for a long time.

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And you get jealous. Of course, because if you were at his age you would be his wife and have kids together by now.

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“ So, you’re (father’s name) daughter ? ”

“ Yes, I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, sir. ”

“ Just Namor, please. ”

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He isn’t a person who likes to smile that much and he isn’t a grumpy one either. But most of the time you and Namor have met, he’s always smiling at you.

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Always made you fall for him harder.

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And sometimes, whenever you see him, you feel like he’s checking you from head to toes even when your back are facing him.

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But it's nothing.

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You’re just thinking too much.

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“ Quiet, y/n. Don’t make me say it twice. ”

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Or not.

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“ Fuck, fuck, fuck! ” your eyes rolled back to your skull when he’s pounding his hips into you deeper than the first round. You can’t help but cry and scream in pleasure even though he told you to keep quiet.

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He does like when you moan his name or whining for his cock, beg him to fuck you all night and beg him to hold you when you fall asleep.

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But if you two get caught, it would be such a big problem between you, him, and your father for sure.

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“ Keep your voice down, princess. ”

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“ Make me. ”

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Knock. Knock–

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Yeah, big problem for sure.

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[candied-peach]

ao3: “please don’t take pity on me” rating: T warnings: dukeceit (mentioned), platonic anademus, autistic burnout, sensory overwhelm, hospitals (mentioned) genre: hurt/comfort description: Janus isn’t doing well, all of a sudden. It isn’t fair.

Janus is tired.

More than tired, but he doesn't know how to express it. It hurts, like an aching tooth. The lights are overwhelming and the noise is overwhelming and the feeling of his clothes scraping against his skin is overwhelming.

And the thing is, he's used to all of that happening. It's not new. Sometimes he has sensory overload and the best thing he can do for himself is to hide away in the dark under his weighted blanket, his heart beating like a trapped rabbit's for a few hours.

That's fine.

But it doesn't usually happen like this, all at the same time. And he definitely has never reacted to this little before. He's wearing his favorite snake-printed sweater. He's got the lamp on. The only noise is his Spotify playlist.

And he wants to rip out his own eardrums. He wants to crush his own skull until he never has to feel again.

Janus turns the lamp off so abruptly, it nearly breaks, plunging him into darkness. He does the same to his phone, and the silence is so abrupt, it's startling. He doesn't have much recourse for the sweater- he hasn't done laundry, and he hates being shirtless- so instead, he retreats to his bed, curling up under his weighted blanket and trying to pretend that he's being crushed.

Tears fill his eyes, clogging his throat and making his cheeks raw. It's not fair. It's not fair. He's been doing so well. He's been trying so hard. He's tried so hard to keep it all together for the time Remus has been away. He knows that his boyfriend can't help it. It's not like you plan most trips to the hospital. Janus has functioned so well until now. He has taken his medication. He has gone to bed on time. He has given himself three meals a day. He has tried- to the best of his ability- to maintain his regular schedule. He has visited Remus precisely once, and it was too much, because seeing Remus like that, so small and wilted in the hospital sheets, gave Janus a panic attack as soon as he came home. Thankfully, Remus understands.

He'll be home today.

He'll be home today. And Janus is huddling in his bed like a cornered animal instead of getting his room ready. Instead of talking to him over Discord and ensuring that the Uber picks him up on time and all the thousand and one little tiny chores that feel so minuscule in the grand scheme of things, but right now, feel insurmountable. Everything is insurmountable. He can't talk. He can't move. He can barely breathe.

Janus stays like that, stays small and fragile, until he hears a knock on the front door. He's terrified that it's Remus, but there is the sound of a key in the latch, and it is just their roommate. Just Virgil.

Maybe that's worse.

Footsteps crowd the hallway, and Janus winces at the clatter.

"Janus?" Virgil calls. He sounds excited but cautious. He's not had an easy time with Remus in the hospital either. His anxiety has gone through the roof. Janus has tried to comfort him a couple times, but it's been harder than normal.

"In here," Janus forces past the tightness in his throat. Virgil's footsteps slow, mercifully quieting when he sees the darkness of Janus's room.

"Are you okay?" Virgil asks softly.

"No," Janus admits. He can't look Virgil in the eyes. It's too much. "I- I don't know what's wrong." And that uses up the useless collection of words stored in his throat. Virgil nods. He seems to understand. He nudges one of Janus's snake plushies a little closer.

"I'm sorry," Virgil murmurs. "Would it help if- if I took care of-" He swallows, nervous, like a bird. "Remus coming home?" Virgil finishes with difficulty. Janus hates himself for nodding, but he nods anyway.

"Then I will," Virgil says quietly. "And I hope you- I hope you feel better, Janus." He turns to leave, and before Janus knows it, one hand is outflung, trying to tug Virgil back.

"Stay?" Janus asks, his throat hoarse and aching. Virgil looks surprised for a moment, then settles in Janus's desk chair. Close enough to see, but not too close.

Just right. Janus's eyes droop shut. He needs rest. If only for a moment, he needs rest.

With Virgil watching quietly over him, Janus thinks maybe he can actually get it.

[undertale-writing-times]

The yandere prompt "I'm drowning in your scent…" with Passion, please!

I decided to do a different type of Yandere for this one! I thought it turned out... fun >w>

Passion met Y/n… long ago. How many years had it been? Or even months? Weeks? He didn't know how much time had passed, all he knew was that they caught him.

They caught him in their web, they were holding him so tightly that he couldn't break out, and he knew for a fact that he didn't even want to.

They could keep him forever, and he would be happy.

They could hurt him, choke him, break his bones, crush his skull, and he would be so happy that they were paying him any attention. Sometimes, he would ask them to hold his leash while they walked. He said so they didn't get too far apart, but he knew the real reason.

And he didn't regret it at all…

Whenever he was close to them, his eyeshines would go into the shape of hearts, mostly whenever they paid him any attention, and he had to stop himself from purring. They put a spell on him, and he was so happy…

They were spending time together today, and Passion was sitting on their couch, his hands rested against his ribs. His shirt showed off his spine and some of his ribs. It had a part that hung down past his hips, the bottom of that covered in fluff, and fluff around his neck, and the spiked collar, of course.

They had just been doing that all day, and Passion was tapping his fingers on his ribs now, feeling a little unsure of… what to do. He hated how his face was most likely the lightest shade of red, magic formed in his cheeks.

It was so annoying!

How did they have this power over him? Well whatever, he could ignore it!

"Hey Passion?"

He couldn't ignore it. He turns his head to look at them, smiling at the smallest bit of attention, "Yeah? What ya want?"

"You like hanging out, right?"

He pauses at the question, a tad unsure of what he was supposed to say to that. Ugh, should he be truthful or cover his ass? He doesn't respond for a few seconds.

"Duh, if I didn't, I wouldn't be here" he reaches over, lightly bonking the top of their head, with a soft smile gracing his skull "You little dumbass"

They laugh, pushing his hand away "Aw come on, hey, knock it off… thanks Passion" they push themselves to get up, walking off to the kitchen. "I'm going to get something to eat"

As they passed by, he sniffed. He lets out a soft pleased whine, not being able to stop himself. He loved their scent… "I'm drowning in your scent…" he mumbles. He was, and he loved it.

"What?" they say, poking their head in looking over at him, causing his body to tense, his bones locking together for a few seconds before making a tsh sound "I said get me a soda" They squint at him, but nod, pulling back into the kitchen. He leans back, then stands up, heading to go 'to the bathroom' as he said but he instead went into their room.

He swiped a piece of clothing, hiding it and walks back downstairs, and sitting down. He was so pleased with himself…

Yeah, Y/n isn't his datemate yet, but one day they will be. Right now, they owned him, even if they didn't realize it yet.

[mystery-fic-anon]

Lust and Love

Summary: Plum and Blue get to spend some intimate time together for the first time in a few weeks. Both of them are very excited about it. (PWP)

Warnings: None, this is just some sweet lovemaking

Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44245171

Plum adjusted the strap of his lingerie, pulling it slightly to the side so it laid across his shoulder at a better angle. Pink had headed out almost an hour ago, and Plum was only expecting one guest. He had been waiting all week, and he couldn’t wait to see his secret bonefriend. During their sexting last night, Plum had promised Blue something delicious would be waiting for him when he arrived.

He grinned as he heard a knock on the door, adjusting his position one more time before calling out. While he could go open the door as he was, he knew his partner preferred to walk in and discover him like this more.

“Come in!” Plum yelled, stifling a snicker as he heard the door hinges squeal as it was pushed open.  “Hey, careful. You’re going to break that.”

Blue slammed the door shut behind him, and stopped as he reached the threshold of the living room. He started with wide eyes, his face flushing with magic. Plum just smiled, arching his back a bit so the tiny vest rode up and exposed more of his ribcage.

“I forgot what I was going to say.” Blue turned around, covering his face with one hand. After about a minute, he turned around and sheepishly grinned at Plum. “Uh… I still can’t remember. Sorry, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Ber.” Plum opened his arms, beckoning for Blue to come closer.

Blue crossed the room in a few strides, and hopped up on the couch in between Plum’s legs. The plastic sheet underneath Plum squeaked a bit as he settled into place, and Plum glanced down to make sure it hadn’t ridden up. He and Pink had set a few rules in the house quite a while ago, including that nowhere but the kitchen table was technically off-limits, but that you had to clean everything up. Plum was planning to get fucked so hard he couldn’t walk, let alone try to get magic stains out of the upholstery.

It was nice to have so many universes to explore, but there were a few drawbacks. Thanks to an abundance of Gyftmas parties—because of course, Blue was too kind to refuse a single invitation—they hadn’t gotten to hook up in almost two weeks. While Plum didn’t mind a little risk, Blue had made it clear he didn’t want to get caught with his pants down, and Plum could respect that. Still, he couldn’t help his own needs. His magic was already threatening to form just from feeling Blue’s body hovering over his.

“You’re so pretty.” Blue gently pressed his teeth against Plum’s forehead.

Plum hadn’t quite been expecting that reaction, but after a few seconds, he smiled. Blue was a sweetheart; that was one of the many things Plum loved about him. Plum grabbed Blue’s skull, pulling him back down for a proper kiss. Blue’s hands moved to Plum’s hips as they kissed, but he didn’t move anywhere too sensitive. He just held Plum, lightly rubbing circles over the bones with his thumbs.

To Plum’s embarrassment, it was still enough to make his magic take shape.

“Let me take care of you first please?” Blue asked, his eyelights shining as he looked pleadingly at Plum. “I just want to make you feel good right now.”

Of course, there was no way Plum would say no to that. In less than a minute, he was lying on his back on the sheet, with his underwear pushed just far enough to the side to expose the front of his pelvis. Blue knelt down on the floor in front of the couch, and Plum had given him a pillow to cushion his knees.

Blue held Plum’s hips down as he leaned in, letting Plum’s etco-dick brush against his face. He looked up at Plum, his eyelights flickering into little hearts.

“Please.” Plum put one hand on the back of Blue’s skull, shakily caressing it. He didn’t mind submitting to Blue, but he wished his partner wouldn’t tease him so much sometimes.

Blue giggled and finally opened his mouth, dragging his tongue over the underside of Plum’s dick. He licked Plum a few times, spreading a mix of Plum’s precum and his saliva all over the shaft. Plum dug his phalanges into the couch, but kept his hand on Blue’s skull light. He didn’t want to rush Blue, even if he felt like he was dying.

When they had first done this, Blue hadn’t really known how to give a blowjob. Plum had been with virgins before, and he didn’t mind giving Blue a hands-on demonstration. Stars, Plum had never expected Blue to get good at blowjobs this quickly.

Once he felt Plum’s dick was wet enough, Blue licked his teeth and opened his mouth. He swallowed about half of Plum’s shaft, curling his tongue to rub it against the head of Plum’s cock. Plum rocked his hips up, a thrill running through him as Blue pressed them down again. He was stronger than most people expected, and Plum loved being manhandled.

While Blue didn’t have proper lips, the way he curled his tongue to wrap around Plum’s dick, the hum of his magic, and the occasional gentle brush of teeth were more than enough stimulation for Plum. Blue moved one hand to Plum’s lower spine, stroking it at the same steady rhythm that he bobbed his head. He stared up at Plum, and the intimacy of his gaze made Plum’s soul thrum in his chest.

When Blue’s hand dipped from Plum’s lower spine down to his sacrum, Plum knew he was getting close quickly. One of the benefits of LT was stamina, so even if Plum came now, he would be able to keep going.

“I’m getting close Ber,” Plum warned, brushing his fingers against Blue’s skull.

Blue pulled back just far enough to speak, continuing to rub Plum’s sacrum. “Go ahead, I’ll swallow.”

In less than a minute, Plum was cumming. He moaned out Blue’s name, his vision going white. Blue was still holding him down, so all he could do was squirm and ride it out. Blue kept going, easing up on his sacrum and focusing more on his dick. When Plum was finally finished Blue pulled off, and Plum’s dick twitched weakly as Blue licked his teeth.

Plum beckoned him, and Blue happily stood up. Blue kissed Plum, and Plum happily opened his mouth. He could taste himself on Blue’s tongue, but that only made him more excited. He sucked on Blue’s tongue, feeling a bulge press against his thigh as Blue leaned in close.

“I think it’s my turn to taste you,” Plum purred, wrapping his legs around Blue’s waist and flipping them over. He loved submitting to Blue, but switching their roles around was even more fun. Judging by the way Blue’s skull flushed with magic, he agreed.

[elizabeth1234dontknow]

A missing girl in My house (rewrite)

Hello...hello..hi

My therapist told me to tell my feelings out

I remember when I was 4 or 5 I believe it was in the 2000s I can't remember my memory is off i remember seeing a person in the hallway and always knocking on my bedroom door but it would stop at 5am but this only happened because of a bet at a one sleepover it was Truth of dare they told me to go to an that old abandoned house in the woods I didn't want to go but they would make fun of me so I did it I'm still ashamed of it to this day but then I made a new friend when I turn 6 years old every time in my house I saw a little girl but she only was around me when I was alone but when everyone else was around she wasn't there it was creepy it was very creepy but I couldn't do anything I was helpless and if I tried to leave she said no to me I was scared to admit it but I couldn't do anything about it I was so scared sometimes she would play with a knife with me it was scary and everyone else thought I was crazy I'm not I swear I'm not

It was very creepy for me I always get nightmares I always have scars on my body and I don't know why this is happening to me I'm so scared I always saw her face in my nightmares her face was burnt only I could see her skull and I'm so tired of this please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please....

Sorry I'm just still scared of those nightmares I'll come back when I'm ready....

(after a month later)

I'm okay now but it's still scared this person has been following me lately it was very creepy and not good I'm going to go back to that forest I'm not going to be scared anymore if I find anything I'll tell you I'm need to find out I just got to go to that house in the forest I don't care I'm going to finish what I started I don't care I don't want any of these nightmares anymore more I'm f****ing done with this do you here me I'm done with this sh*t I'm so damn done I need help

(a week later)

So I found an body in these but it still freaks me out still I was still sick to my stomach I felt like I wanted to throw up it was so scared I'm so scared I didn't know what do but...I still feel like this is getting worse for me there is this weird person has been following me and I'm getting called they are all unknown but it's scary to me I want it to stop but somehow this person knows my email and has been sending these messages like

How could you forget me,why did you move but when you come back you just left me to rot and when you came back I feel like you betrayed me you said we were friends all way together, together forever!!!!

(end of the email)

It was horrible it never stopped it just kept on coming the emails but it was mistake to go back I just can't anymore I think it was a mistake still I just want it to go home...

(a year later)

I think I'm very tired my therapist told me it could be just an hallucination but I think someone is stalking me I need help I just can't anymore I think I should leave this town because the nightmare go away when I move out of town I think I should move I think it's for the best for me I'm sorry mom...Dad...my friends.... I'm leaving and leaving coming back goodbye....

(when I pick up my phone I got one last email that says see you one day and it made me sick to my stomach)

(end)

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

[aetheternity]

Can I have your number?

Synopsis: Armin’s always being asked by shy pretty girls for Eren’s number at parties to the point where when you ask for his number he doesn’t know how to respond. (Italicized words are Armin’s thoughts.)

“Why me?” Armin shrugs his cotton blue hoodie off his shoulders. Fingers grazing over the zipper in earnest contemplation. “Why don’t they ever just go right to him?” 

“I’m sorry to be the one to break this to you, Armin.” Connie begins, finger tracing over the rim of his partially empty glass. “Well actually I’m not. You’re the approachable friend because Eren is so tall and sexy; and you’re puppy cute.” 

“Puppy cute.” Armin spits, eyes uncharacteristically narrowing. 

Sasha plucks the glass from Connie’s hand, “That’s enough outta you.” She huffs pulling the drink far from Connie’s reach. “Sorry Armin, it’s just cause he’s drunk.” 

“But he isn’t wrong.” He replies, Sasha sighs transitioning Connie’s glass to her free hand. She tilts her head apologetically. “He isn’t wrong.” Armin repeats, rolling his eyes. 

Just as he reaches for the glass he can’t stop nursing tonight; a tap on his shoulder stops him. “Hey um..” The girl in front of him is the same as the rest. Gorgeous. Small build fitted out in a white crop top and blue skirt like she was meant to perfectly match with Armin. Her hair was short barely making it to the nape of her neck. She shifted her weight back and forth as she looked up at Armin with pinked cheeks. 

“I really hate to bother you with this..” Then don’t. “Uh..” She steps back so Armin can look out at all the loud party goers and their raucous chatter. “You’re friends with him right?” 

Through the sea of people she manages to point right at Jean. His black vest over a brown tee shirt surprisingly easy to pinpoint as he chatted away with a couple of other guys. His black fingers nails lightly tapping the edges of his glass as he laughed away without a care in the world. Loose hairs of his mullet pulled back with two black hair pins while the rest of his hair was perfectly gelled. 

“Yeah.” Armin replied with a small roll of his eyes. 

“Do you think maybe.. I can have his number?” 

Armin suppresses the urge to snort. “Do you have a pen?” He asks

Sasha ends up being the one that hands one to him and he quickly scribbles Jean’s number onto a piece of paper. He hands it over and she responds with a quick, ‘thank you’ taking her leave as quickly as possible. 

“Woah.. Forgot how bitchy you can be when you’ve had a few.” Sasha giggles though unlike the girl from before Armin’s glare does nothing to sway her. 

“Did I forget to mention sometimes Jean’s girls come to me too?” He sighed

Connie had managed to grab a new glass while Sasha had fallen distracted. He lifted a bottle of vodka over the edge of the counter top, sloppily pouring a bit of it over his hand and onto the table before properly settling into an easy rhythm. 

“No more! I’m serious Connie, you’ve had enough and you’re starting to get vulgar.” She snatched the glass just before he could drink from it, pushing it far away from his grasp. 

“You bitch I have not!” He argues, it takes a second for him to register from the wide eyed expressions surrounding him just how loud and crass he’d been. “Alright I’m sorry.. please take me home.” 

Sasha nods, slapping Connie’s back as she inches him off the stool and to his feet, “Hey I know you’re tired of taking messages tonight but could you maybe..”

“Tell Jean you’re taking Connie home? Sure why the fuck not?” 

Armin sighs wrapping his hand around his own glass before it’s snatched from his palm, “You’ve had enough to.” Sasha points “Don’t you dare have another sip tonight.” And with that she’s stumbling through the crowd with Connie’s arm perched over her shoulder. 

When Armin stands he almost knocks the chair over. I didn’t think I had that much.. He thinks. He yanks his hoodie from where it’s drooping through the empty back of the chair, pushing the furniture back up when it falls on him. And when he’s properly standing he takes a deep breath, staggering toward the direction the girl from before had pointed in. 

Despite how dirty it is and his knowledge of such he rests his pounding skull down on the table upon arrival. The cool wood soothing his overly warm skin. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jean asks as Armin exhales gingerly 

“Shut up.” He mutters 

‘Too much bourbon I see.” Jean replies 

Armin hates it. Hates this party. Hates the noise. Hates how Jean’s nails feel so good running through his sweaty blond hair. 

“Come on, talk to me.” 

“Girls think I’m the approachable friend.” Armin replies, standing up straight using the table in front of him for support. 

“Well yeah.” Jean nods “I know but that’s just cause they don’t understand how cute, nice and charming you actually are. Those girls are missing out going to Eren when the real heartthrob is right in front of them.” 

Armin snorts, “You need to stop drinking.” 

“I figured right after I called you cute.” Jean slides his glass away turning his attention back to Armin. “ But I wasn’t lying.” 

Armin shoots up, finger out towards Jean. “At least eight girls in the three hours we’ve been here have asked about Eren. Two asked about you.” 

“Do you know the names of my two?” 

“I think it was, I don’t know and the second was I don’t care.” 

“Ouch.” Jean pressed a finger to his lip, the black nail polish accented in the strobe lighting. He pressed his chin into his palm leaning in closer to Armin. “Have you ever considered changing your hair? Maybe growing it out or cutting it more?” 

“No I-” 

The terrible clatter of glasses shook Armin and Jean from their conversation. Three girls all of whom were laughing at nothing now standing in front of them. “Hey!” One greeted 

“Hello ladies.” Jean replied back while Armin gritted his teeth. 

The girl farthest away snorted, gesturing with her hands to the girl who had spoken up to begin with. “So my friends-” She quickly slapped the third girl on the back who instantly began giggling again. “I’m sorry.” 

Jean just nodded glancing at an unamused Armin. 

“You know him right?” The first girl tried immediately covering her mouth as though she’d said something completely foul. She pointed across the room at Eren who seemed completely unresponsive to a one sided conversation with a random girl. 

“Starting to wish I didn’t..” 

“Huh?!” Yelled the third girl 

“No, no..” The second girl began “It’s just cause these two like him.” The entire gaggle burst into loud giggles. All three of them pushing their hair away from their eyes and bouncing around like small children. 

When the agitating screeching died down the second girl added “We wanna see who he likes best.” She finished 

“Is he seeing anyone?” The first girl chimed in

“Not that I know of.” Armin answered 

“Do you have his number?” The third girl asked 

“I have it.” Jean responded before Armin could even create the sentence in his head. 

Jean promptly jotted the number down giving it to the first girl who didn’t hesitate in snatching it from his hand and heading off. The second girl behind her soon followed by the only one from the group that didn’t leave their manners at home. The third girl smiling with an appreciative farewell. 

Jean made a small noise in his throat, turning back to Armin with the nail of his thumb pressed under his teeth. “Maybe you should go home?.. You know what I’ll leave with you.” 

“Jean, no offense but I don’t want pity.” 

“When do you think Eren is gonna wanna leave?” 

“I don’t know.” He huffed “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.” 

He didn’t wait for Jean’s reply just grabbed his once discarded hoodie and headed through the mess of drunk partygoers towards the bathroom. He didn’t even need to actually use it. Just wanted to be out of sight of all the stupid drunk girls vying for Eren’s affections. Not even realizing that tissue has touched Eren longer than any of them will. 

The bathroom door was closed and maybe that was a good thing because it wasn’t extremely likely that Armin wouldn’t stay in there for a couple hours after the night he’s endured. He lets out a long exhale hunting around for his phone. Blond hair sticking up as he slumps against the wall. 

“Um hey.” Armin doesn’t even bother to look up. “Is someone in there?” 

“Yup.” He grunts 

Armin notes the slight shift in the person in front of him. He looks up completely unsurprised by the fleeting glance, the hands crossed behind their back and head bowed. 

“Ok.” The girl begins but by this point Armin’s attention is redirected to his phone  “My name is Y/N, I wanted to ask you if maybe I could have your number?” 

Armin blinks expression completely unchanged as she hands over her phone. He lets his eyes roll around in his head taking the device and robotically typing in Eren’s number in contacts. When he gives it back to her she lets out a little squeak of excitement. 

“I’ll call you!” She calls before running off 

Wait..  Gears turn like clockwork in his brain. Slowly but surely the situation dawns on him. His number???? Did a girl? Particularly one as cute as her ask for his number?? 

Granted he’d only seen her for a couple seconds but she was most certainly the most put together girl that had approached him tonight. Clothes neat and tidy. No flopping around like a fish out of water at any point during the conversation. Hair done in a ponytail that wasn’t begging for release from its confines. 

And he’d given her Eren’s number.. 

Shit! 

Safe to say Armin bolted. Back down the hall, leaping up to search over the crowding heads all around. Successfully getting weird stares but that was beyond his problems at the moment. Once he’d decided that she wasn’t anywhere around he sprinted through out the door and towards the stairs. 

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” He called, hearing the sound of footsteps. 

His heart collided with his ribcage, loud stomps ensuing as he sprinted around the bend at the bottom of the staircase. She was in his sights, her head turning and eyes making contact with his and just as soon his foot slipped. Body colliding with the first stair, then the second and so on till he’d successfully finished rolling down the entire flight. Slamming into the wall with a hard thud. 

“Oh my god Armin!” She settled onto her knees, reaching out for his face. Delicate palms brushing over his sore cheeks. “Are you ok? Never mind, stupid question, let me call an ambulance.” 

Blond lashes slowly fluttered close then open as she moved to pull her phone from her pocket. “Before you do.” Armin panted still working to catch his breath. “Can I give you my number? For real this time?”  

Ok so this is unedited because I think writers block is trying to take me and I’m trying my hardest to keep it at bay. I have like 5 things in the works at the moment so I really don’t need that.       

[proxyoddo]

The Right Approach

One-shot: Tech x gn!reader

Words: 2K

Summary: Tech hasn't slept for a few days, and you're worried about him. No one has been able to convince him to a bunk, but Hunter thinks you might be able to get through to the goggled trooper.

AN: This week has been kicking my ass, and I've not had much time to focus on Derecho. Part 4 is almost done and will come soon, but I felt bad because I haven't posted in a while. So, have this kinda cute fluff with Tech that I wrote trying to get my mind into writing.

(I am also shite at titling things 😅 )

Warnings: None, only fluff and snuggles.

It had been four days, and Tech had not slept. With the repairs needed for the console in the cockpit, he had been working endlessly to be sure that the Havoc Marauder would be at 100% working capacity before they next took off from Kamino. The rest of the Batch did what they could to help, but much of it was intricate - more than one hand would not help.

Currently you were standing outside the ship, staring up the steps ready to stomp inside and give Tech a piece of your mind. How did he think he would get you all off the ground if he ran headlong into it himself?

You heard a clunk and a curse from inside, coming from Tech. You frowned, and were about to take the first step into the Marauder when a hand firmly grasped your shoulder.

“Y/N,” came Hunter's voice, and you sighed heavily before turning your head to face him. “You know he won’t stop. Especially if you’re just going to just tell him outright ‘get your ass to bed’.”

“Well what the kriff are we supposed to do then?” you asked with a slight hiss, frustration getting the best of you.

Hunter fixed you with a sympathetic gaze, and shrugged sadly. “Eventually he’ll just pass out in there-”

“And break something while he’s at it? Hurt himself?”

“There was a 'but' in that sentence, Y/N,” Hunter said, smiling a little and giving you a push towards the steps. “You might be able to get through to him.”

You looked at him incredulously, causing him to actually chuckle.

“Tech likes having you around. He’d probably listen to you if you approach it the right way. And based on how much you also seem to care about him, I figure you’re stubborn enough to get him to a bunk,” he said, as if he were just talking about the clouds passing through the sky. You could feel heat rising up your cheeks. “And yes, before you ask, I’ve known for a bit. Heightened senses, remember?”

You cursed internally. When you had joined the squad as their combat medic, you had taken an immediate liking to Tech. And with time, it just grew. Certainly he could talk for hours, and sometimes it was difficult to keep up with his excited chatter, but he was an amazing man. Strong, insatiably curious - and even with his oftentimes hard, matter-of-fact tone - incredibly caring. You had flirted with him from time to time, sometimes not even recognizing it yourself until afterwards. But the trooper seemed to be none the wiser to your actions. Never stopped your heart from racing whenever your hands accidentally touched though, or if he gave you one of those rare Tech smiles. That must be how Hunter knew; he could literally hear the thunder of your heart when the two of you were together.

“You really think I can get through to him?” you asked quietly.

“Worth a try,” Hunter said. “Besides, the rest of the squad are also getting antsy. If I have to listen to Crosshair go on about knocking Tech out with Gonky anymore, I might have to hide the droid.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Crosshair likes to sleep in his bunk,” Hunter replied. “At this point he’d go to whatever lengths, I would imagine.”

You laughed, and nodded to the sergeant. He waved you on before turning away, likely to head back to the others. Turning and looking into the ship, you steeled yourself before going up the steps and stopping outside the cockpit.

“Tech?” you called.

“Yes, Y/N?” came his voice, seemingly bright as if he was actually still getting a regular amount of sleep.

“How… How’s it going in there?”

Another loud clunking sound and dropping equipment had you stepping inside, looking to find Tech on the ground under the console. The plastoid that normally covered his chest and back was gone, propped up against the wall next to the console.

“It’s going fine!” Tech growled, tossing something out of the compartment he was in giving you just enough time to skirt out of the way before it clanged against the wall opposite of him.

“Hmm, sounds it…” you muttered, before squatting down. He continued on whatever he was working with while you thought for a moment. “Hey Tech-”

“Y/N, please, I am attempting to get the comm frequencies on this damnedable thing working in proper order,” he said, and you could see him turn to look at you for a moment with a reflection of his goggles. “While the Marauder still has functional comm capabilities, the extensive damage from our last encounter with the Separatists has weakened the signal strength, which poses a threat to us while in the field which as you can understand-”

“I have a question,” you interrupted. He stuttered to a halt, and there was silence for a few moments before his hands appeared at the lip of the console and he pulled himself out. The words “sleep deprivation” practically screamed at you from the features of his face.

“Yes?” He seemed intent to answer whatever it was that you were going to ask, even if he had been frustrated a moment ago. Maybe Hunter had been right, and you could get through to him.

You swallowed a little, his tired face filling you with resolve. “What happens to someone when they do not sleep for 4 or more days?”

Tech frowned a little, before going into his answer. “Typically after 3 days of no rest, a person’s urge to sleep will get worse and they will begin to experience microsleeps. Perception is also significantly impaired, and reaching 4 days without adequate rest will continue to distort it. In some, the urge to sleep will become unbearable. It can result in sleep deprivation psychosis.”

You nodded along throughout his entire explanation without saying anything. When he finished, the two of you stared at one another for a few moments of silence.

“Oh,” Tech said with quiet understanding.

“C’mon,” you said warmly, standing up and holding a hand out to him.

Tech shook his head, and you briefly considered going to find Gonky. “I understand your concern, and though it is appreciated, I just need to complete one last thing with the comms before I believe they will be properly functional,” he said. Tech began looking around before his eyes fell on his datapad behind you on one of the seats, and pointed to it. “Could you pass that to me?”

You took the datapad in your hand, but didn’t hand it to Tech. He looked at you with confusion as you began to step away.

“If you want the datapad, Tech,” you began, stepping out of the cockpit, “you’re going to need to come and get it.”

You smiled a little when you heard him getting up from the cockpit floor behind you. “Please, Y/N, I need to calibrate it.” You ignored him, continuing to the bunks before crawling up into the one you usually slept in. You sat back on the bunk, back leaning against the wall, holding the datapad up next to your head.

Tech entered the room, looking even more tired as he stared up at you. “I’m unsure what you are attempting to accomplish here other than getting on my nerves.” You just smiled in response, waving the datapad at him. With a big sigh from him, you watched as Tech pulled himself slowly up to the bunk, and then knelt in front of you between your feet.

“Give it,” he said, losing any formality. You shook your head, waving the datapad again.

In any other circumstance, Tech literally crawling into your lap with a determined expression like he currently had, would have left you breathless. But your intent to get him exactly where he was now, reaching for the datapad and face so very close to your own, helped you keep focus. When Tech’s fingers firmly grasped around the datapad, you let go and leaned forward. Your arms wrapped around his torso and your legs around his, pulling him directly into your embrace, his chin hitting your shoulder.

“Y/N?” Tech tentatively asked, a bit breathless against you.

“You need to sleep, Tech,” you whispered against his ear, arms squeezing just a little tighter as he tried to move. You felt his sharp intake of breath and he completely stilled in your arms, tensely holding himself up. “Relax.”

“I… I need to-” he began, but his sentence was broken by a soft groan as one of your hands began to run up and down his back. A soothing motion, fingertips ghosting over his side as your palm ran along his spine. Your other arm moved under his, your hand reaching up to the back of his neck and gently running through the short hair found at the base of his skull.

You leaned your head gently to the side, pressing against his. “Please, Tech,” you pleaded, and you felt him begin to relax in your arms.

“Cyar’ika...” he sighed, and his voice was thick with sleep. His resolve gone due to your ministrations, he finally let his whole body slump against you, and he turned his face into your neck. You could feel his warm breath and cool goggles against your skin and you couldn’t help the small shiver that spread through your body.

“That’s it, Tech,” you cooed, loosening the grip of your legs so he could settle more between them. In doing so he slid down your chest a little, making you glad that at some point he had decided to discard his chest plate. You heard the datapad hit the bunk’s thin mattress as Tech's arms wrapped around you, pressing his face more firmly into your chest with a deep breath.

You felt a gentle warmth spread through you as you both embraced one another. You couldn’t help but smile down at Tech, and you gently reached up to carefully slide the goggles from his face before setting them down on the bunk near the datapad. It was mere moments before you could tell Tech was asleep against you. Moving carefully, you pressed your lips against the top of his head and leaned back again.

“Comms will still be there when you get up,” you said to his sleeping form, before closing your eyes and feeling a bit drowsy yourself.

It was a while later that you woke to the sound of someone entering the Marauder. You had no idea how long you had been asleep, and you opened your eyes slowly, looking about the compartment to find Crosshair standing there. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was looking at you with a smirk. He just nodded when he saw your attention was on him, and climbed into the bunk below the one you currently occupied with Tech.

Speaking of, the usually goggled clone was still sleeping soundly against you. You smiled before gently running your fingers through his hair, feeling him sigh and snuggle more into your body.

“Hey Cross?” you called out, careful not to be too loud.

A grunt of acknowledgement was the sniper’s response.

“...what does ‘cyar’ika’ mean?” you asked after a moment’s pause. Tech had said it earlier, but you didn’t know what it was.

You were met with silence, and you were beginning to wonder if Crosshair was actually going to answer you. You resigned yourself to mystery when he finally spoke:

“It’s Mando’an. It means ‘darling,’ ‘beloved,’ or ‘sweetheart’.”

You froze. Tech had called you that? A blush creeped up your skin, and you knew if Crosshair had been looking at you he’d see just how red you were in the semi-darkness of the Marauder.

“Th-thanks,” you said back, before looking down at Tech. You didn’t think you had ever seen the trooper look as relaxed as peaceful as you did right now, and you couldn’t help but smile. Leaning down just a little, you hugged him a little tighter.

“Cyar’ika,” you soothed, and smiled more as Tech’s arms squeezed you tighter as well in response.

[omgrachwrites]

Keeping You Safe - Frank Castle

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Request: ‘can i request? frank castle x reader where she has a stalker, frank finds out about it and takes care of it please’ - anon

Warnings: fluff, angst, tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: stalking, tw: guns, swearing

Words: 1736

A/N: Hope this is okay, anon! Thank you so much for the request! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

The restaurant you worked in was rather rowdy tonight – that seemed to be its default setting lately – on rowdy nights such as this, you normally just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. However, tonight you were so glad that you were rushed off your feet; you were on bar duty tonight so the drink orders from customers just kept coming. It did well to distract you from the man who was staring at you from across the busy street.

Nick had started off just as a regular customer but lately it had seemed that he was following you. At first you thought that you were just being paranoid but Nick had begun to turn up at your local grocery store and the gym at the same time as you. He wouldn’t do much apart from watch you which unnerved you. These could have just been coincidences but when he began turning up at your regular haunts and there were weird calls on your cell phone, no voice, just heavy breathing. You had reported all of this to the police but there was nothing they could do and they didn’t seem to be taking your case seriously. It infuriated you.

As you were making a vodka cranberry, your co-worker whistled and you could hear the smirk in his voice, “oh look, Y/N! Here’s your boyfriend.”

You glanced up and your insides turned to mush and you felt a smile spread across your face as you watched the handsome man who was heading towards you with a grin on his face. To everyone else, Frank looked menacing but you knew that he had a soft interior, though he wouldn’t usually show it.

“Hello, angel,” he chuckled as your cheeks flushed, “you’re looking beautiful tonight.”

You glanced down at your plain black work clothes with a raised eyebrow, “if I didn’t know any better, Mr Castle, I would say that you’re trying to flirt with me,” you giggled.

Frank let out a smirk, “can’t blame a guy for trying,” he chuckled, rapping his knuckles on the bar, you smiled as you kissed him on the cheek. You had had a crush on him for the longest time.

As you poured his drink and placed it in front of him, you chanced a glance outside, breathing out in relief when you saw that Nick was nowhere to be seen, “so,” you started, leaning against the back bar, smirking at Frank as he took a sip of his beer, “what’s new with you? I haven’t seen you for a few days and I know that a lot can happen for you in a couple of days,” you teased.

Frank laughed, rubbing his hands on his jeans, shrugging as he licked his lips, later you would deny that your eyes followed his tongue, “cracking skulls and taking names.”

“Typical Punisher behaviour,” you giggled as you rolled your eyes playfully.

As you and Frank began to catch up you glanced away from his gorgeous face for a second when you heard someone pull a chair out. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as your body went cold with dread and you felt the colour drain from your face. Nick was sitting at one of the tables, just staring blankly at you.

Frank saw the expression on your face and he trailed off, turning around to follow your unwavering gaze. Nick almost shrunk back beneath Frank’s hard stare but he wouldn’t stop staring at you, “can we help you, man?” he asked in a gruff voice.

Nick shrugged and thankfully looked away from you and you released the breath that you’d been holding. Frank turned back round to look at you, his eyes were soft as he looked at you in concern, “is that guy bothering you, Y/N?” he asked.

You shook your head, offering Frank a small smile, though your heart was racing, “he’s harmless,” you lied, you didn’t want to tell Frank the truth about your stalker because he had enough on his plate right now.

“Okay, if you’re sure, but I’m walking you home tonight.”

You flushed as you smiled at him, “thanks, Frank.

True to his word, Frank stayed with you as you cashed up the till and the late night drunken stragglers stumbled out. Nick was the last one to slink out of the bar beneath Frank’s glare. Frank scoffed as he turned to face you again, “you let me know if that guy becomes an issue.”

You giggled, you were glad in this case that Frank was so protective over you, “I will.”

You walked down the street with Frank’s warm arm around your shoulders and you couldn’t help but smile, it felt so natural to be with him like this. When you reached your apartment, Frank grinned at you, “when are you in work next?”

“Thursday,” you smiled, “I’ve got a few days off, why?” was he about to ask you out?

“Could I walk you back home again? I get worried about you.”

You thought it was sweet of him to offer but you couldn’t stop the wave of disappointment that you felt in your stomach, “I don’t need a chaperone, Frank.”

“No, I know, I know but you know what I’m like,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled as you relented, “that would be great, thanks Frank.”

Frank nodded and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, “goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Frank,” you grinned as he stood and watched to make sure that you got in safely.

On Wednesday morning you got a call asking if you could cover somebody’s shift that evening, you were going to say no but you really needed the money. So you agreed to do the shift, you probably should have called Frank but you didn’t, like you had told him before, you didn’t need a chaperone. You weren’t about to become dependent on him.

Your shift passed by with no incident, but at the end of the evening, just before you were about to close the doors, Nick walked in looking at you with that sleazy smile that made your blood run cold, “Nick, hi. We’re actually closed now, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair, “no, I know. I was just wondering if I could speak to you.”

You swallowed and nodded, forcing a smile on your face, “of course, just give me a moment,” you walked behind the bar to where you kept your phone and you decided to text Frank in case anything happened.

You: SOS, I’m at the bar, that man has come back, I don’t know what’s gonna happen but I might need your help x

“So, what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering whether I could take you out on a date sometime.” Nick asked and you bit your lip.

“Oh, Nick. I’m sorry but I don’t really like dating customers, I would prefer it if we could just stay friends.”

There was deafening silence for a second before he scowled, “don’t date customers? You looked pretty cosy with that customer the other evening! If I can’t have you no one can!” The night took a sinister turn as he whipped out a gun and pointed it at you.

Immediately, you held your hands up and you felt tears fill your eyes as you willed Frank to hurry up, “Nick, it doesn’t have to be like this, please just put the gun down.”

“It does have to be like this! Don’t you get it, I love you, we belong together,” he placed his finger on the trigger.

It was then that Frank snuck up behind him, so he didn’t startle Nick and he knocked the gun from his hand and pounced on him, pinning him to the floor, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing huh?” Frank yelled, bringing his fist to punch Nick in the face. Nick groaned in pain as his nose burst and the blood sprayed Frank.

You couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch in horror, when you finally found your voice, you called out to Frank, “Frank, no! Frank!”

Frank ignored you as he kept on punching Nick until he grew limp, “you’re going to kill him stop!”

Frank listened to you this time and ran over to you with blood all over him and he pulled you into his arms, “are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, just shaken up,” you stammered, “you saved my life, thank you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Frank looked at you with a mingled look of hurt and concern on his face.

“Let me clean you up at my place and we can talk about it,” you sighed as you took him by the hand. Frank dragged Nick out onto the sidewalk and only called an ambulance when you had begged him to; you didn’t want Nick to die.

When you got home, you sat Frank in your bathroom and began cleaning the blood off his face, “you didn’t tell me that you were in work tonight,” he whispered in a gruff voice and you sighed, running your fingers through his hair.

“I told you that I don’t need a chaperone, Frank and I didn’t want to bother you.”

Frank scoffed, “you wouldn’t have bothered me, Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me about that guy? In fact you lied to me the other night. Had he been stalking you?”

You nodded, “I thought that I was just being paranoid but yes, he was stalking me,” you shivered, “you’ve got enough on your plate already, I didn’t want you to have to deal with anything else.”

Frank sighed as he took your hand and looked at you sadly, “sweetheart, I wouldn’t have minded, I just want to keep you safe,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “god, I really want to kiss you right now.”

Butterflies exploded in your stomach as you smiled, “take a shower first,” you giggled, “thank you, for saving my life Frank.”

“Always, Y/N.”

That evening, there was a news report about Nick being hospitalized; he was practically drinking through a straw. You knew that Frank had had no choice, Nick would have killed you but you couldn’t help feeling guilty. Though, at the same time you were glad that Frank had been around to keep you safe.

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ooo!! no pressure but- #9 in random with in-game!techno? (i hope ur day's been alright!!)

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Prompt : “I want to try something,” “Oh god, please no.”

Warnings : just cute floof, mentions of killing, the voices being pricks

Word Count : 1.6k

Flowers Coated In Colour

Technoblade x GN!Reader

Techno let out a small sigh as he saw his cottage come into view. It was a long day for the piglin, with the sudden betrayal of Tommy, doomsday happening tomorrow and the extensive preparations for whatever dream had in store, it was safe to say that he was burnt out for the day.

His backed weighed heavy with supplies and tools, along with all the voices who just repeated the same thing over and over in his head.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD 

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD 

He ended up killing a lot more animals and mobs that necessary in hopes that they might calm and decrease his aching head ache but nothing worked. They only grew more violent, frustrated with him that his sword met the body of a sheep and not the neck of a member of L'Manburg.

Which is why he rushed home, reaching the snowy biome earlier that anticipated. The sun was close to setting as he rode Carl into the stables, feeding him a little bit of hay and renewing his water before stepping back out and closing the fence shut.

He trudged to the front of the house, opening the door and slamming it shut, cursing that he might've woken you up. You often fell asleep in his arms and today was no exception. After returning home from the event at the community house (well, what was left of it), you both comforted each other by the fireplace, keeping each other close while whispering sweet and reassuring words.

It was one of the rare times the voices went silence, completely replaced by your presence. No wonder they were so rowdy now, pounding in the back of his head like splinters digging into his skin.

They must pay for there crimes

They have no chance against us

Manburg with fall

Dream seems sketchy

He might use you too

He will use you too

He fell back against the wooden doors, his rough hands slapping against his face, scratching at the scared skin. He wants to destroy L'Manburg, he wanted to watch as the country fell under his wrath, destroying the land it stood on.

The only thing keeping his back was you, was Phil, was all his pets and memories he held at his now joke of a secret home. Quackity and the rest of the butcher army had gotten to them once, used them against him and almost had him executed and you killed if it wasn't for Dream and Punz interfering. Phil had been put on house arrest and Carl stolen from his grasp.

Whose to say they wouldn't do it again? Whose to say that his efforts would lead to nothing but a stronger country that might end up a bigger threat to his cause.

Techno didn't have much weaknesses, some may argue that he had none at all. But he knew from the very beginning that his weakness was his relationships with a select few of people on the SMP and knowing that others were figuring that out as well, he was putting everyone he was close with at risk.

He felt unhinged, the small control he’s been holding on to for so long unraveling by the seems. He trying to keep it for tomorrow, but the voices only started to convince him more and more that he should walk into L’Manburg by himself and take out everyone in their sleep.

That wasn’t what his motives were. He wanted to take down the country, not the people. 

But the voices demanded blood.

Suddenly, he felt the soft touch of hands on his, closing around them and prying them off his face, breaking him out of his internal conflict. He hesitantly opened his eyes, meeting your worried, glittering eyes. 

And suddenly, everything went silent.

“Everything alright their Tech?” you asked, squeezing his hands for comfort.

He blinked, mustering a small smile for you, “Yeah, yeah everything’s... perfect.”

You nodded, letting go of his hands and moving them to his neck.

“Phil’s already asleep if that’s what you wondering,” you said softly, helping him take off his massive cape and resting it to the side. 

He hummed in acknowledgment, carefully prying off his skull mask over his face and taking off his crown with a huff and setting both items down besides his red cape.

“Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes,” you smiled up at him, taking his face into the palms of your hands. He sighed at the warmth, melting into your touch. He engulfed your small hands in his, finding comfort in your soft skin. 

“Long day?”

“You wouldn’t believe.”

You leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, sending a wave of pink up his face and his large ears to wiggle in delight. Usually, he would shake his head, move away from your affection. But in recent times he’s learnt to accept it and reciprocate it in the best way he could.

“Then come on then,” you cooed, taking his hand and pulling him to the carpet in front of the fireplace that had a mountain of pillows and blankets. You loved to snuggle into them, sometimes reading stories to Edward or just watching the flames slowly disappear.

You fell back against blankets, crossing your legs and placing a pillow in the middle. You raised your arms, gesturing for him to join you. He gave you a questioning look but gave in quickly, dragging his body and settling down on the floor, letting his back fall and his head bounce on the pillow in your lap. One of his legs were bent, the other laid out on the ground, his hands clasped together on his stomach.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, eye brows raised.

"I want to try something," you mumbled, passing your hand through his hair.

"Oh god, please no." he grumbled, but his tone contrasted to his movements. His eyes closed with his head tilted backwards, snorting in appreciation at your touch.

You rolled your eyes, tugging harshly at his hair changing his happy noises to a playful growl, "It's nothing bad Techno,"

"Well knowing you, that statement means nothing."

You scoffed, "Glad to know you think so highly of me,”

He whined when your hands felt his hair, glaring up at you. You looked down at him with a playful smile, squeezing his cheeks and making him pout, “Who knew the blood god was such a softie,”

His nose flared while you giggled at his reaction, reaching behind you and grabbing something he couldn't see.

“Now relax... I won’t be doing anything bad I promise.”

He was about to protest until he felt your fingers entangle themselves in. his hair once again, lulling back into a meditative state. You hummed as you worked on his hair, sometimes he would feel something thin and sharp poke at his scalp but he payed no mind to it.

As much as he loved anarchy and chaos, he would give up anything to stay like like with you forever. It was hard for him to trust people but when he did, he took advantage of the love and  you gave him and held everything you did together to his heart, valuing it more than money or strong tools and gear.

After a while, he started to doze off on your lap, eyes fluttering shut while you continued to work on his hair. After a few minutes, you finally finished.

“Done.” you whispered, shaking him out of his light slumber.

“I’m scared.” he mumbled, snuggling further into your lap.

“Hey, hey, don’t move.” you stilled his head with your hands, “You’re going to knock them out.”

“Knock what out?” he questioned, only to have you wave a mirror in front of his face. 

He bit his lip at the sight, grumbling under his breath. In his hair held various flowers, shades of blue, purple and pink standing out against his light pink locks. You gently tucked a rose pricked of its thorns behind his ear, leaning down to quickly peck his forehead.

“Now that you have short hair, I wanted to see if I could still decorate your hair without braiding it in,” you said shyly, “It’s not the most secure but I made it work..”

Techno chuckled, “You really miss the long hair don’t you?”

You nodded, twirling a loose piece of pink between your fingers, “More that you imagine... but- I think it’s growing on me.”

“That’s great,” he yawned, “Yeah, that’s great.”

You laughed, caressing the side of his face lightly, “Get some rest Techno, you got a big day tomorrow,”

He hummed, letting his eyes flutter shut, “Yeah... I do don’t I?”

You nodded, “Blowing up a country does call for rest,”

“Why yes-” he yawned once more, “Yes it does,”

With that he started to doze off, his cheek pressed against the cushion beneath him as his head lolled to the side. He wasn’t expecting to get any sleep tonight, he was ready to stay up all night, doing mindless tasks to distract him from the voices that never shut up in his head.

But while your touch faded from his mind, his breath lengthening into an even pattern, he knew everything would be alright.

As long as he had you...

Everything would be alright.

BONUS :

“Hey, what’s that in your hair techno?” dream asked as he sat comfortably on the obsidian grid, pointing to behind the anarchists head.

“Heh?” he sounded, his hand shooting to his hair and pulling out a small purple flower, slightly withered and blood coating the edges of the petals.

He smiled softly, letting his thumb pass on the delicate flower. Pocketing the plant, he kept his head high, adjusting his hold on his sword. He knew that it would further deteriorate in the small enclosure but he wanted proof to take home to you to say that your new methods of decorating his hair was more effective than you thought.

“Nothing Dream...” he finally mumbled, biting the inside of his lip to hide the smile forming on his face, “nothing at all...”

...

I like to think that techno lets out piglin noises when he’s happy🥰

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The Right Chapter 23 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

hello my loves! Some of you may have already seen this, but I have news! This fic is officially complete. There are thirty chapters, so you still have seven left after today’s update. I’ll be keeping the usual Tuesday/Saturday posting schedule, so you have a month left of updates.

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contains: canon-typical descriptions of violence, cursing, hospital mention

wordcount: 2.3k 

A little while later, Hotch sends JJ and Emily to the school to interview the classmates of the students who had been murdered, and you and Morgan head off to the medical examiner’s office. 

“Find anything interesting in the calls from the tip line?” Morgan asks you as he pulls out of the parking lot, and you shrug. 

“I need to go back through my notes. There were a couple kids' names that came up, but I want to go back and cross check for the names that came up more than once-- i figure if the name only comes up once, it’s kids pranking each other and I don’t want to waste our time on dead ends. Garcia’s looking into a teacher for me, though.” 

“We just need a couple more puzzle pieces, and then it’ll all come together,” Derek says, more to himself than to you, and you murmur out your agreement as he pulls into the examiner’s office.

“Cause of death for Mrs. Mack and Mrs. Sutton was a gunshot wound to the neck. The daughters, to the abdomen,” the doctor says, passing over her report. “The men were all strangled. The boys by hand, the men with a garrote.”

“Any idea what order they were killed in?” You asked. 

“My guess is the women first, one right after the other. Then the sons, and the husbands.” 

“How did he stop the husbands from taking him down while he killed the sons?” Morgan asks skeptically. 

The medical examiner points out a bruise on Mr. Sutton’s skull. “Looks like he was knocked unconscious, maybe by the butt of the gun or something in the home.” She explains.

“Thank you,” you said to the medical examiner, who smiled and left you both to your work.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Morgan asks you.

“White man in his twenties or thirties, snubbed by a woman he desired for another man, taking out the families he’s convinced he’ll never have?” 

“Call Hotch,” he said, taking off at a brisk pace back towards the car and trusting you to follow. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and discovered that Garcia was already calling you. 

“Hi Garcia, can you patch Hotch in?” You asked. 

“Already here bug, and trust me, you’re gonna want to hear this.” She told you, and you put the phone on speaker so Morgan could listen in while he drove. 

“What did you find, Garcia?” Hotch asked. 

“So, I looked into Marc Vexper, and it turns out this long-term English sub has something to hide-- he didn’t make a single card purchase on either day that he was out, and his phone was completely off from the moment he stepped off the school’s campus to the time he returned.” 

“Morgan and I are just leaving the medical examiner’s office now-- Marc fits the profile to a tee.” You interject. 

“Oh but wait, the high school of horrors doesn’t end there,” Garcia warns you. “I took a peek at Marc’s texts looking for clues about his whereabouts, and I noticed some too-friendly chats with Victoria Sullivan, a student in his AP Literature class. Her phone was on both days, and I’ll give you one guess as to where she was both days-- and it wasn’t school.” 

“You’re kidding,” Morgan sighs out. 

“So did he groom Victoria into doing it herself, or was she an accomplice?” Hotch asked. 

“The men were strangled, Aaron. There’s no way she could have done that herself.” You tell him. 

“We need an address, Penelope.” Hotch demands. 

“Already on your phone. The station’s closest.” She tells you. 

“We’ll meet you there.” Hotch says, and the line clicks. 

In a routine you’ve performed too many times to count, Morgan flicks on the lights and sirens as you mount your phone with the GPS sending you in the right direction. It’s all the same as it usually is, so why are you so nervous? 

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Hotch elects not to put on his lights and sirens as he approaches Mr. Vexper’s house, not wanting to alert him that anyone had found him out. There are two cars in the driveway-- a modest sedan with a few dings in it, and a shitbox of an old jeep with a parking permit for the local high school on the back bumper. 

“The girl is here-- she might be a hostage.” Hotch tells Spencer, who nods. “We need to be careful. There’s no need for any other kids to lose their lives,” he says, quietly opening up his car door and gesturing for Spencer to take a back entrance while he takes the front. He climbs the worn wooden steps and peeks into the window, seeing nothing before he takes one hand off of his gun to swing open the front door of the home, where he’s met face to face with the Victoria Sullivan, standing on the main stairway of the home, gun leveled square at the middle of his forehead. 

“Victoria, put the gun down,” Hotch says slowly, raising his own hands as a sign of good faith. “I’m here to help you. Where’s Marc?”

Before Victoria can answer, Hotch hears the woosh of metal in the air and feels an overwhelming crack in his legs, falling to the ground as he yelps in pain. 

“Run, Vicky! You know where to go!” Marc yells, and the girl disappears from Hotch’s blurring line of vision as March continues to beat on Hotch with a crowbar, stomping on his legs. 

Hotch vaguely hears Spencer's running footsteps, and Marc takes off, running in the same direction as Victoria. 

Spencer falls to the ground next to Hotch, attempting to gently tend to his injuries, but Hotch weakly waves him off. 

“Go, go, save the girl, he’ll kill her next. I’m okay. Go,” he coughs out, and after a moment’s hesitation, Spencer goes. 

Hotch groans as he gropes around in his pants pocket, pulling out his cell phone and calling Garcia. 

“I need help,” he says once the line clicks.

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If Aaron lived through this, you were going to kill him yourself. You knew you were being irrational, you knew it wasn’t his fault, and worst of all you know that he hadn’t even done something you could be mad at him for, like going in without backup. This was just the job. This just happened sometimes. And you were absolutely fucking livid that it was happening to him. Not to mention scared shitless. 

Morgan had pumped the gas as soon as Garcia called, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Your leg bounced anxiously in the passenger seat. 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Morgan attempted to placate you, but you wouldn’t have it. 

“You don’t know that,” you spat out. 

“He’s tough. He’s got a lot to stick around for. He’s gonna be okay,” He tells you, and this time you don’t argue.

When you finally pull up to the house, Aaron is on a stretcher being loaded onto an ambulance. You throw yourself out of the SUV before it’s even fully stopped, calling out for Aaron. 

“I’m okay,” he sputters out as you climb into the back of the ambulance. 

“No you aren’t, you asshole,” you scoffed at him, your voice a little watery. “Tell the paramedics what happened so they can help you,” you said, stroking at the hair at the top of his head as your chin quivered. 

“Don’t cry,” he says, reaching up for you and you see that his hands are bloody. 

“Shh, shhh. Don’t worry about me. Let them help you,” you calmed him down, trying not to let your tears interrupt the medics when his eyes roll into the back of his head and he loses consciousness.

 Aaron will live, and you suppose you won’t follow through on your threats to kill him. Once he’s in the hospital, they wheel him back to a restricted area, leaving you alone in a waiting room while the rest of the team finds the unsub. You call Jess, let her know what’s going on, but ask that she keep it from Jack until you’re back in the room with him and Hotch is able to talk to Jack himself. You didn’t want Jack to worry, and you knew that Aaron’s assurance that he was fine was the only comfort Jack would accept.

After a while-- it could have been thirty minutes or three hours, Emily appears in the waiting room..

“I was appointed to come check on you,” she says by way of greeting. “Have you seen him yet?”

“Not since they took him out of the ambulance. He looked… bad,” you struggle to find a word that explains the magnitude of it. 

“He’s gonna be fine. No gunshot wounds, just some nasty bruises. I’m sure it looked worse than it actually was.” She consoles you gently.

“I hope you’re right.”

At that moment, a doctor appears in the doorway. “For Agent Hotchner?” He asks, and you walk over to him. 

“I’m Aaron’s partner,” you explain, the word “girlfriend” feeling entirely too childish for the scenario. 

“Agent Hotchner is going to be just fine. His left leg is fractured slightly at the femur and the kneecap, but we’ve put him in a brace to stabilize the knee, and he should recover over the next eight to twelve weeks. He’ll need some physical therapy, and field work is out of the question until he is cleared, but he’ll make a full recovery.  He has a mild concussion and a few bruised ribs, but we’ve given him some meds for the pain and the concussion shouldn’t present any further complications.” 

No field work. Aaron was going to be pissed. “Thank you, doctor.” You said gratefully. 

“He’s been asking for you, if you’d like to follow me,” The doctor responds, and you allow him to lead you down a maze of hallways, leaving you just outside Aaron’s room, where his eyes are shut and his chest rises and falls slowly. Figures, you were sure he’d been up all night running through profiles in his head.

You sat on his right side, away from his injured leg, and rested your head against his mattress, near his hip bone. He looked so fragile like this, wrapped up in a thin blanket and a johnny, bandaged from his collar bone to his toes. You wondered, briefly, if he felt this helpless and frustrated the night that he picked you up from your old apartment. The tears well up against your will, but you allow them to fall, for a few moments. You had earned the right to care for him, to worry about him, to fret. You had earned the right to sit vigil at his hospital bed and try to force images of a lifetime lived without him to stop passing through your head. 

Aaron stirred, and you sucked in a quick breath, not wanting to wake him. He settled, again, and you rested your head back against the mattress, letting the gentle rhythm of his breath lull you to sleep. 

He twitches a little while later, and the sudden movement jolts you awake. His return to the waking world is slower, and you let him come at it at his own pace, not wanting to overwhelm him when he was probably already going to be in pain and disoriented. You hear him mumble out your name and you stand, placing one hand on his cheek and the other in his uninjured palm. 

“I’m right here, baby,” you whispered to him. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to look you up and down without moving his neck. 

“Am I--” you chided gently. “Honey, I’m fine. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” 

“My leg,” he tells you, trying to sit up, but you push back on his shoulders. 

“Absolutely not,” you tell him. “You broke your leg. You are staying in this bed until a doctor tells you otherwise.” 

“Fuck,” Aaron muttered out. Suddenly, a thought occurs to him. “Is Spencer okay? And the girl, Victoria Sullivan?” 

“The team took them both alive. Spencer is fine, just a little breathless from his run.” You tell him. 

“When is it gonna heal?” He switches topics back to his injury. 

“You mean, when are you going to be allowed into the field again?” You asked skeptically, and he at least has the good grace to look sheepish. “Not for at least six weeks, more than likely closer to ten, plus physical therapy.” 

“God damnit,” Aaron sighs. 

“It could have been a lot worse, Aaron,” you point out softly, and he looks up at you. 

“You’ve been crying.” He says softly. 

“No, I haven’t.” 

“Don’t lie to a profiler,” He chides you gently.

“Well, I’m the woman who loves you and I’ve earned the right to cry when you’re hurt.” You said defensively, but not unkindly.

“Hey, I’m okay. Really, I swear. Come up here,” he urges you, and you roll your watery eyes. 

“I’ll hurt you,” you tell him. 

“You’ll hurt me worse if you don’t come cuddle,” he pouts. 

“Corny bastard,” you chuckle, tenderly sliding into bed next to him. 

Unable to shift and cuddle, Aaron settles for reaching out for your hand, which you allow him to take in his own. He strokes his thumb over the back of your palm tenderly. 

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispers, and you might start crying again right there.

“Don’t do it again. I was ready to kill you myself,” you warned him. 

“Noted.” 

“We should call Jack. I didn’t tell him what was going on, I didn’t want to scare him. Jess knows.” 

“I just… want to hold your hand for a couple more minutes.” 

“Okay, love. A few more minutes.”

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[undertale-writing-times]

Passion with the "giggling while kissing" prompt, please!

Here! Sorry for the wait :)

I hope you enjoy the cuteness.

Passion loved his datemate. He really did but damn, sometimes they were such a dork. He knew that he couldn't talk too hard about it, you know, cause he was too but damn if they didn't make him look like the cool dude in a old tv show.

Today they were spending time together and Passion was lent against them, looking up at the sky while they were talking about whatever they wanted to talk about.

It was pretty nice, you know? Just to be able to relax with them. He didn't have to do anything special, didn't need to dress up or try to act sexy. They loved him cause he was him, rather than the weird actions he normally did.

He felt a hand get placed against his skull, causing his body to tense a little then his eyes shoot up to look at his datemate who was looking down at him, with a relaxed smile. “Sorry, did I startle you?”

“Tsh, as if” he leans up, nuzzling a little into their hand letting out a soft happy sigh. “What you doin' anyway? Need somethin'?”

“Nope, just looking at my beautiful and amazing datemate” they coo, teasingly most likely.

He lets out a little laugh at that, rolling his eyelight and very lightly bites their finger. He needed to be careful cause, you know, sharp teeth. “Dork” he says from around the bite.

Y/n snorts, shaking their head and lightly bonks the top of his head so he would let go, which he does and pulls back. “Should I put my mouth to better use?” he lets out a hum hum sound, his eye bright with amusement. His other eyeshine was pretty much gone cause of the damage that happened to him when he was younger.

“I wouldn't be against that” Y/n answers, smiling sheepishly. Passion smiles at that and leans up, pressing his teeth against theirs in a kiss, humming happily. He did that mostly to just... cover his purring.

They held the kiss for a few seconds until Y/n suddenly starts to giggle against his teeth so he pauses and pulls back, looking at them. “What are you laughin' about?” He asks, laughing a little himself.

“I'm sorry I'm sorry, it isn't you I just...” Y/n giggles, shutting their eyes. “I'm so happy to have you as my datemate and when you purr and hum like that, it tickles my lips”

“Oh?” he gets a little smirk on his face. “Good to know” he knocks them back and starts to nuzzle into their neck, starting to purr and lightly nip against the skin hearing his datemate start to laugh and giggle.

“Passion! H-Hey! Knock it off. That tickles, stop”

Oh yeah, he knew that he was gonna get yelled at later maybe, but right now, he didn't care. He loved hearing his datemate laugh and giggle, it was always so cute.

[saturnsstufff]

The Empress Pt.VI

I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤

Warnings: light hint to sexual innuendo, Swearing

   Its been about a couple of months now since we found Tommy. The palace was up in a baby craze due to the new little prince they inherited. Once we got past the first couple week's of tommy living with us, we saw his true nature. He was a nice and sweet kid, don't get me wrong. But oh, he was also a trouble maker.

   Tommy would often bounce between hanging around Wilbur, Techno, Phil and even you. When you would be working at the forge Tommy would sometimes just slip in unannounced and make himself comfortable on a spare stack of metal. You'd only really notice him when he would ask you what something was, or what it did.

   That was the new update as well. After returning Techno had requested that you practice making earrings. Saying that he wanted to see how dainty you could work. Of course you didn't mind, back at your village you would often make rings, pendants, and sometimes earrings for those who asked. So making him a earring was no fuss at all. 

   Techno did start to wonder around to the forge often. usually seeing what you were making or what you were in the process of. Sometimes he would even make off hand comments to make you laugh. Your favorite visit’s from him were always when he would bring tommy. The two would walk in, Tommy holding Techno’s finger as his hand was a little too big for the young boy to fully grasp.

   Since you were a familiar face around the palace Techno had stopped wearing his Skull. Instead replacing it with his all to familiar golden reading glasses. You still stood by the ideal that you preferred him with no skull. Since he was, to you, very handsome. You did find out later that the skull he wore was for outsiders. He didn't feel the need to show his face to those who wouldn't be present very long in the empire. Choosing instead to leave them with the impression that he was a monster of a man, rather than a young prince with a heart of gold. When you say he had a heart of gold, you meant it.

   Recently techno has really opened up around you, becoming more relaxed in your presence. Phil had mentioned that it would only be a matter of time before he did, and sure enough he was right. If you didn't have anything to do with the forge that day you would sometimes read within his office well he worked. He never made tones of disagreement, or ask that you leave, instead he would just watch you sit before offering a ‘Hello’. It had become something that you often looked forward too.

   You and Wil were still thick as thieves. Techno would rag on Wil about how you two could sit and talk for hours, before declaring that you were bored with each other. Only for you two to part then reconcile in the library a hour later. Techno couldn't understand it, but in the end just accepted it for what it was.

   You had just finished cleaning up the forge for the night when you herd some light pitter patter of feet. Tommy. You slowly turned to face him. He was in his night wear, obviously he had just gotten out of bed. he looked distraught however. “What’s up bud?” you asked, putting the tongs and the spare metal away. He slightly shifted in his spot, his little teddy bear behind him.

   “I had a nightmare” he quietly mumbled. your eyes softened. Ever since you three found him he would have a recurring nightmare about ‘loosing my new family’ as tommy put it. Usually when he had this dream he would seek Techno, or you out for his comfort. Since you two were mostly together when he would look.

   “Want me to read to you?” you asked, kneeling down to his level. His bright blue eyes dancing about. He gave a little nod. he put his arms out for you to carry him. you shyly smiled at him.

   “buddy I'm a bit dirty...” You said softly, unsure if he was ok with getting dirty right before bed. He only shook his head and said ‘I don't mind’ as a response. So you gently took him into your arms as you stood. He didn't hesitate to curl into your neck. you glanced back at the room that held the forge, you mentally shrugged figuring the rest could wait until tomorrow. With Tommy in your arms you wondered out, heading for his room. On the way there Techno crossed path’s with you.

   “Oh (y/n)” he said as he looked from you to tommy. he furrowed his brows, asking what was wrong without physically saying it. You mouthed out that it was a nightmare, Techno slowly nodded understanding. He rested is hand on tommy’s head giving a reassuring rub to it. “Not havin’ such a good night big man?” he asked gently. Tommy turned his head to look at Techno, slowly shaking his head. Techno pondered a moment as he watched tommy. slowly he gained a idea. “You wanna hear somthin’ cool?” he said with a small smile. tommy nodded in response, gripping to your shirt.

   “Can (y/n) come?” Tommy asked quietly, watching Techno's kind eyes. Techno patted Tommy’s head before he nodded.

   “Yeah I mean, I guess she can come. Only if you deem her cool enough that is” Techno mused, glancing to your eyes. you raised a brow in question, watching Techno bite back a playful smile. Tommy nodded again. “You think she’s cool enough?” Techno asked Tommy, having him confirm his nod. “Yeah I think she’s cool enough too” He said, ruffling your hair before he walked off. queuing you to fallow him. You smiled and fixed your hair before fallowing him. Instead of leading you towards Tommy’s room, he lead you two to the Library. “Go sit on the couch over there” Techno said, pointing to the sofa closest to the fire. You nodded and wondered over, curious of what Techno had planned. 

   when you sat, you adjusted tommy so he sat in your lap. he pulled his bear close to his chest, hugging it tightly well the two of you waited for Techno. Luckily he didn't take long. When he returned, he had a Violin in hand. He was casually tuning it well he walked. You tiled your head curiously at him. “I didn't know you played” you said to him. He sent a bemused smile to you. taking a relaxed stance.

   “Trust me Princess... There's a lot you don't know about me” He waisted no time on starting a soft tune. Well Tommy eased into you, slowly becoming entranced with the peaceful notes, you became more interested in how he swayed to the light swing of his arms. His hands ever so delate as he held the bow, dancing it along the strings. working the instrument to cry out a melody ever so sweet. His face was that of concentration, focused on finding the proper notes to lull his younger sibling to sleep. This was just another reason why you found Technoblade so interesting. He could talk politics and war strategies so easily, sounding like a primed veteran well past his years. But then he could retire to the library and look like a young boy falling in love with the craft he just found.

   Well Techno played away, his eyes fell to you. Tommy had fallen asleep in your arms, finding security within them. His teddy bear tightly locked within his own arms. When he glanced up to you he almost had the breath knocked from his lungs. You sat so beautifully. Your eyes were ever so soft well watching him. You looked at him like he was the most important thing you had ever seen. Your face held a little bit of dirt, and ash from the hard work you did for the day, but he didn't mind. He actually preferred it. Too many times had the Court tried to set him up with a prim, and proper woman. One that was elegant, clean, pure, dainty. But He didn't want that. He wanted strong, hands calloused, smudged makeup, sweat dripping, imperfect, but yet somehow at the same time, perfect. He wanted flaw. He wasn't perfect, he had scars, he wasn't the most handsome boy, he was often classified as too bulky, and too tall. He also couldn't be held back with someone who wanted him, to pamper and please. He wanted someone who would treat him as a equal, who praised his knowledge on war instead of shunning it. Someone who embraced the flaws of the world, and turned them into works of art. His eyes wondered back over you, you had moved your head down to check on tommy. Your fingers delicately tracing over Tommy's cheek. Brushing the curls from his face.

   You looked back up to techno as he came to a stop. “That was beautiful... Why didn't you tell me you played?” you asked softly. Being mindful of the toddler asleep in your arms. Techno slowly lowered the Violin to the couch.

   “I didn't think it was that important to bring up” He said, returning the soft tone. Well he sat the instrument down his eyes met yours. You couldn't help but feel drawn to his eyes, they looked like beautiful glass, the fire’s reflection dancing within, making his eyes dance lively. “If you would like to talk more we should take him to bed first” he said, his eyes flickering to Tommy. You nodded slowly.

   “Right, of course.”

   After Techno and you had put Tommy to bed it was well into the night. Most of the servants and palace guards had retired to their beds, making way for the changing of the guards. Techno and you weren't really feeling the effects of sleep yet. Rather the two of you wanted to stay within each others company longer. Techno had walked you you to the garden, having snatched two blankets from the library before wondering out into the cold. Techno, having no where to be ended up taking his hair out from his braid. replacing it with a lower pony tail, giving his hair a moment of freedom from it’s confinement.

   The garden was beautiful. They couldn't grow flowers of course, but there were elegant sculptures that replaced them. in the middle of the whole garden was a artesian well fountain. although long frozen when the two of you passed by you could hear the water running within the ice. It was peaceful to walk with Techno. It was rare when the two of you would make late night walks. Usually you would take them during the day, or after dinner. But nothing past 10 o’clock mostly. 

   “So what’s something else I should know about you?” You inquired to him. He smiled to himself before turning to you. 

   “Are you really going to start school yard type questions with me?” He teased. You smiled and lightly laughed. He was smiling at you, admiring how you looked when you laughed.

   “Yeah, yeah I guess I am. You going to answer them?” You couldn't help but tease back. He chuckled and hummed.

   “Mmn. Maybe” he said bemused.

   “What’s your favorite color?” You asked, now aiming for the most basic questions just to make him laugh in turn. He leaned onto the railing that over looked the kingdom, pondering a moment.

   “Red’s a nice color, Or Plum Purple” He said looking at you. Taking a moment to ask you a question in turn. “Besides the forge what do you like to do?” You sat and thought a moment. 

   “I like to read, Action and Romance are a lot of fun” you mused, earning a laugh from him.

   “Romance eh? Waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet? Lamee” he said jokingly. You laughed and took a swat at his chest. 

    “Oh hush up, I bet you’d like someone to sweep you off your feet Techno” You said, your eyes scanning the horizon. He sat and thought on your words a moment.

   “Eh not particularly. Only lame nerds think of that” He said, turning, heading back for the garden door’s. you scoffed and laughed a bit. 

   “Jerk” you said between laughs. You were going to fallow, but then you had a wicked idea. You scooped up some snow in your hand and bit your lip trying to muffle your laugh. once you had a decent snowball you threw it at him. Bullseye. You had nailed him in the back of the head. He went still, You were a giggling mess now.

   “Oh, your in for it now Princess” He said, smirking has he turned. Running after you, his blanket long discarded as he ran to grab you. You squealed out laughing, running from him, discarding your blanket too. You didn't get far before he hooked his arm around your torso, pulling you into his chest well you flapped about like a fish. “Your gonna’ be pullin’ snow out of your shirt for a week when I'm done with ya’!” he said Laughing. Picking snow up before putting it on your head. Some of it even went down your shirt. You flopped about, laughing the whole time until he dropped you into the snow bank. He laughed at you and how you were practically buried within the snow. This only fueled your fire. you threw two more snowball’s the first one missed, but the second one he grabbed out of mid air. You tried to free yourself from the snow bank before he came over to you, but it was no use. he climbed into the bank and shoved the snow down the back of your shirt. But this time you caught him off guard. You grabbed his arm and pulled. setting him off balance so he fell into the snow. Now it was your turn to laugh. tossing more snow onto him. It didn't take him long to recover of course, he simply rolled and grabbed your arms. Pinning them down to the snow. His body hovered over yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His face was that of pure joy, the long stoic look gone. he was at his happiest with you right now. He looked down at you, smiles adorning both of your faces. You two were happy. Happy with the moment, you just wanted it to last as long as it could. Well you two looked into each other’s eyes everything else lost meaning.

   Without you two realizing, Phil watched above from one of the windows. He was smiling fondly at the little snowball war you just had. whether Techno had realized it yet or not, Phil did. Techno cared for you. Phil saw how he looked at you. During dinners, Lunches, casual talks, or even when the two of you hung out together. Techno looked at you with pure love and adoration. Phil knew if anyone was capable of wining Techno’s love it was going to be you. You were a hard worker, You cared for Techno’s brothers, got along well with all the servants, were mindful and respective of Techno's space, you also had enough spunk to rise up and toss back the teasing he threw. Phil knew this was the beginning of a love story.

   After your snowball fight with techno the two of you did end up going back inside rather quickly. Well Techno may have not been cold, you were definitely cold after all that. You could feel the snow melting on your back, the drops of water running down your skin. But that didn't stop Techno from walking beside you. The two of you walked side by side, your arms around each other to share the warmth. The lingering giggles were etched onto your faces in wide smiles.

   “I didn't hurt you at all, right?” Techno asked, double checking incase he was too rough. You shook your head smiling. Drawing your side of the blanket- that was wrapped around you both- closer to preserve the upcoming heat.

   “Nah, I coulda’ have taken ya’ if you had stayed above me more” Techno laughed fondly. Amused with your spurt of spunk.

   “Oh really now? You think you could take me?” This was now your turn to giggle. purposefully running into his side, shoving him lightly.

   “Mmn.. I think I could have found a way” You said looking up towards your room. You had offered to walk techno to his room, but he declined. He said he would feel better if ‘The lady was at her room safely’. You didn't mind, you figured next time you would walk him to his room in turn to make it even, maybe fire back with ‘I must make sure the young prince is safe’.

   He chuckled bemused. “If you really have that much spunk maybe I should teach you sword play, or maybe something more military related. you tilted your head up to him curiously. 

   “You would teach me something?” You asked, semi surprised, but also heart warmed that he would take time aside for you.

   “Of course, Princess. I’ll teach you anything you want” He looked down to you as he spoke. He was smiling gently. His tone was fond as he addressed you. “Now don't think I’ll go easy on you though” 

   “Oh, I didn't think you would” You said, resting your hand on the door handle, opening it. “Would you wanna come in and warm up a bit?” You inquired, looking up to him. He went a faint pink before biting back a shit eating grin.

   “Princess... Young men shouldn't be within young ladies chambers during such late hours... Unless, your trying to bed me?” He leaned on your door way. Biting back the largest grin. “Are you trying to bed me, Princess? I knew you had gotten some spunk but I never thought-” You laughed as he teased, going a bit red. trying to wave it off.

   “No- No, you know what I mean-” He laughed and cut you off.

   “Oh no, I know exactly what you mean” You smiled leaning on your door, looking up at him.

   “Are you done?” You asked giggling. He hummed, his face towards yours as he shifted a little closer.

   “Maybe” He said amused. “Go get some sleep, and warm up. I'm going to teach you sword play tomorrow” Your eyes lit up. Taking in a small gasp of excitement.

   “Are you really?” You asked almost unsure that he was still teasing.

   “I mean, Only if that interests you...” He said, his eyes lingering yours. You nodded fast and hugged him without much thought. Techno couldn't help the blood that ran to his face. He lightly cleared his throat as he rested his arms on you. A bit hesitant at first, but he slowly relaxed into your hold. Now understanding why Tommy liked to hug you a lot.

   “Thank you...” You mumbled into his chest.

   You swore if techno knocked you off your feet one more time you were going to find a way to shove his pretty head in the snow.

   Techno was a monster- in the sense of strength. You thought when fighting him, it would be a mutual teaching before he actually started going ham on you. But no, he literary just started striking with no hesitation. Only when he had your swords in a lock did you voice your lag.

   "Tech, please can we ease up?" You pleadded. He only watched you briefly. His inner General having come out a while ago.

   "Your strong. You can take it" he said sharply. Earning a whine from you. You weren't strong. You didn't do this on a daily. You only made the swords. But he was pushing you. Pushing your strength, and your nerves for one.

   "Techno I'm not strong, I- I've never done this-" he grabbed your sword and threw it away from you. Putting his own away. He grabbed your arm and pulled it to him. Pushing your sleeves up.

   "Flex your arm." He commanded. You hesitated, looking up at him. "Don't look at me like that. I said flex your arm" you slowly did as he said. Drawing your fist, and flexing your arm. He grabbed your bicep and squeezed a bit. "Notice how hard it is?" You nodded slowly. A slight sting from where he squeezed. "That's pure muscle. You are stronger than you realize. If you convince yourself that you are weak or that you cannot do this, then that's what will become of you" he paused his eyes flashing to yours. "I understand that you are no warrior, but you have strength. As soon as you stop telling yourself that you are weak, you will make progress." He pulled your sleeve down, fixing it for you. "Rome wasn't built over night, Princess. It took time, planning, care, and had to show promise. When I look at you, I see great promise."

   When he released your arm you walked over to pick your sword up. Techno readying his stance again. However, before you could break into another spar Phil had wondered out.

   "Ay' Techno you have a letter on your desk. You may want to read it" Phil said with a bit of concern. Techno dropped his stance his brow furrowing. He gave a 'Heh?' In confusion. He glanced to you and to Phil.

   “Can it wait a bit? I'm in the middle of teaching” Phil shook his head slowly. Techno paused as he thought a bit. "If I go, could you teach (y/n) a bit more? She feel's I'm too strong for her." He mused. His military side slowly fading away for his more domestic side.

   "I suppose so." Phil said with a gentle smile. Techno gathered his things and ruffled your hair before leaving. Phil turned his attention towards you. "What has he showed you?" Phil inquired, walking over to you.

   "Nothing besides showing me the ground.. seriously my back hurts.." you whined. Phil chuckled lightly at you.

   "I should have known. Here I'll teach you some basic's" Before long Phil had you doing simple moves and stances. Things he felt would be easy for you to ace. After a while you got a bit curious.

   "Why does techno think I can pick this up so easy? He fights so hard" You questioned. Looking over to Phil. He hummed a moment well he pondered.

   "I uh, think that he just wants you to be able to defend yourself. He knows your strong, and besides. He thinks pretty highly of you, y'know'" you went a bit wide eyed. Techno thinks highly of you?

   You looked to Phil with a bit of shock on your face. "He does?" He nodded, Smiling gently. Phil gently took the sword from your hands and hung it on the wall with the others.

   Since you within the training hall, there was a plethora of weapons and armor of all kinds. The room was large, made for incasing many people. But the detail never faltered. The floor was of stone, pillars lining the outside to support a second floor. The ceiling was framed with gold, dark oak and a smooth white to open the room up more. It was a good place to spar and just ramble off thoughts.

   "Oh, of course. He's said it multiple times to me. That's why he was fine with you coming with us to the mansion. Don't think that he hasn't been paying attention to you on the daily." Phil said looking up to you.

   "He watches me?" You furrowed your brow slightly. Phil saw and continued.

   "Not in the creepy way. He just takes notes of things you do, say you like, ect. He knows your kind with tommy, that you are very organized with your work. Your very detail oriented. He's become quite smitten with you" Phil chuckled. Finding it all amusing.

   You were taken aback by this. You thought you two had a good friendship, but it looks like he's paid a lot of attention to you after all. It started to dawn on you. 'I don't really know much about him' you thought to yourself. Sure you knew his mom passed, his favorite color. But you never really dove into his personal life much beyond that. Maybe it was time you got to know him more. "If I wanted to know more about him... could I ask him?" You asked, looking up at Phil. He patted your head and started walking with you towards the hall.

   "Of course. Something tells me he wouldn't turn you away." Phil said, biting a smile back. He remembered you two last night playing within the snow. He knew Techno would never turn you away, he was in love with you, even if techno wasn't aware of it.

   After dinner you wondered towards Techno's office. You wanted to talk to him, get to know him better. You know he was powerful and kind, but you wanted to know more. What was his ambitions? His hopes, fears. You just wanted more.

   When you walked up to the doors you carefully knocked, hearing talking within. When you herd the 'come in' you pushed the doors open. Techno was sat in his chair per usual, he had his reading glasses on with papers on his desk. When you entered he complied them together neatly. Setting them aside for later. However there was also a rather tall woman. she was beautiful, dripping with total control. Her hand was rested on her sword. When she turned to face you. You saw Her face, It was hard but something told you their was more too her. Her skin looked like it was kissed by the sun himself. She looked like she wasn't from here, but the way she dressed herself in armor told you elsewise.

   "Hello (y/n)" techno said. The woman glanced to Techno and back to you. She offered a kind smile. "This is General Hawthorne, she's my leading General of the Empires army. I don't believe you two have met before" He said formally. Not having the tone he normally used with you.

   She offered her hand. "Its nice to finally meet you (y/n). His Imperial Majesty said we would have a new Blacksmith. But I never expected someone as young as you" Her smile was warm. When you took her hand to shake it you were shocked with the grip she had. Under her glove you could feel some rings digging into your hand. "Don't worry about addressing me as Hawthorne. Seraphina is fine, or Sarah" you nodded smiling to return hers. Wanting her to drop your hand, her grip a tad to much.

   "Its a pleasure to meet you, too" you said looking up to her. She turned back to Techno, taking a scroll from his desk.

   "I'll see you there then sire" Sarah said, smiling before she walked out. You watched her go, your eyes lingering on the door as you thought. Turning back to Techno.

Techno took his reading glasses off and set them aside on his desk. Leaning back in his chair. When he looked up at you his eyes softened, his tone also becoming casual. "What do you think about weddings?".

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[sukunarii]

May I please offer an Omiki for the lyrics 'I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?' from the song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace?

Feel free to ignore this if it does not spark any inspiration or if I'm offering incorrectly. Thank you. ❤️

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

Synopsis: Sometime before you died, you formed a binding vow with Sukuna causing you to become a curse. One thousand years later, you finally found him again. You wanted nothing more than for him to release the binding vow, however he refused.

A/N: Dw hon, you made the offering correctly, thank you for the request! Also, a bit of a longer fic today! With school starting it’s taking me longer to get through all the request 😣. Thank you all for being so patient!

If there was any god, it seem that he has finally smiled upon you tonight. A malicious smile forming on your lips, you ran towards the pink hair boy that was standing alone in the streets.

"Excuse me lady—"

Before he could finish his sentence, with a single hand you grabbed his entire face and shoved him into the nearby wall, cracking the wall in the process. Dust flies in all direction and the boy falls down into a seating position, his eyelid slowly closing. You bent down, to look at him curiously.

"Finally found you," you say.

Suddenly, instead of the original brown eyes, two pairs of piercing red eyes opened and the boy taps you on your forehead.

Immediately, it seems that everything turned blurry for a moment until you fell into a puddle of blood. You recognized this place. It was Sukuna's innate domain.

You rubbed your head from the fall.

"Sukuna," you grunted, your voice dripping with hatred.

"Is that how you greet someone?", Sukuna calls out to you tauntingly.

You followed the source of the voice up and see him—Sukuna sitting on a throne of bull skulls looking down at you with amusement. Oh how much you have learned to hate that smirk.

You got up, slow and grimly, some of the blood dripping down your clothes. Sukuna didn't move as he watched you grab a buffalo skull from the pile and threw it at him. With a flick of Sukuna's finger, the buffalo skull easily dissolved into little pieces before it reached him.

"Adorable. Fiesty as always."

You grimaced, you were really hoping that it would hit him. Or even at least make him realize that you weren't playing around, but he stayed the same. He was just toying around with you.

"Sukuna don't give me this shit, you know why I'm here" you shouted at him.

He rolled his eyes, "Do you think I remember the concern of everyone that hates me?"

Those words hurts more than you would like to admit. Your entire life, you chased this fruitless dream that you could be Sukuna's 'someone'. But even after so long, he still viewed you as no different than 'everyone'.

"I became a curse because of you. We made a binding vow of some type so I didn't pass on like everyone else. I'm tired of existing. I want you to break this vow and release me," you explained.

You searched his face for any change of expression, hoping to find a hint of compassion. But you were foolish. Sukuna does not care about anyone else and you knew that more than anyone.

"I refuse."

Anger rised from your chest to your head. It was a simple request yet he turned you down so easily.

"What do you mean you refuse?," you shouted at him, "I didn't spend one thousand years looking for you just so you can refuse me. I said I don't want to be in this binding vow anymore so whether or not you like me, you better fucking release me."

Seeing you all worked up, Sukuna laughs again. You hated how he always treated you that way. He always seemed to be looking down on you when he reacts to you with a laugh like that.

"Why should I?", he said, then his voice deepened and he no longer looked amused, "A binding vow is a mutual agreement, you can't break a binding vow because you've lost interest."

"I've lost interest? What use do I have for you anyways?", you snapped back.

Sukuna seems to lean back, cocking his head higher but his eyes still locked on you, "Do you not remember the details of the binding vow?"

You didn't answer. It’s been one thousand years, the details have all became hazy.

Sukuna's laughter echoes through the vast chamber again, "So you really did forget?" Sukuna gets up from his seat and stands on the top of the buffalo skull pile.

"The biggest mistake a sorcerer can make is to make a wreckless binding vow. You can't blame anyone but yourself," he grins, "And this means that your life belongs to me."

You balled your hands into fists, "Then I'll just fucking kill you!", you shouted at him.

Moving at the fastest you can, you jumped to the top of the pile of skulls where Sukuna was standing but he easily dodged you. You tried to land a kick on him, but you missed. Every time you tried to punch him, he easily blocked your punches. He was still so much stronger than you.

He effortlessly overpowered you and knocked you to the bottom of the skull pile. You laid in the pond of blood, breath heavy from the fight. He followed you to the bottom too.

"If you want to kill me darling, you'll have to try harder."

You were trying your best to not cry....one thousand years later and you still couldn't beat him.

"I hate you," you finally said to Sukuna, defeated, "The way you always say I won't be as strong as you, the way you always laugh at me or flash me that annoying smirk, I hate how because of you I am still stuck here forever."

Sukuna crouches down beside you.

He was still above you but for once, he didn't seem like he was looking down on you.

"You don't hate me," he says matter-of-factly.

You pressed your lips into a fine line, and annoyed, you splashed some of the blood onto his face, "Says who?"

This was the first hit that landed on Sukuna today and you finally felt a little bit smug seeing him angrily wipe the blood off his face, annoyed with your antics. But he seemed to recall something and brushed it off.

"I want you to do something for me," Sukuna tells you, then he leans down to you and whispered something in your ears.

When he was done talking, you rolled your eyes, "Why should I help you?"

"You're the last piece of the puzzle, once I take over the body of the brat, the plan will be set in motion. We'll rule the era again."

There he was again. Toying around with your emotions and using you to help him fulfill his ambitions.

You laughed bitterly, "We? There was never a we. It's always just you. Me doing this, doing that for you."

Sukuna stands up, "Don't make me regret my offer," he warns you.

You brushed yourself off finally get up too, and gave him a shove, "Fine. I'll do whatever you want. Just promise me that you'll release me from this binding vow when I'm done."

A triumph smirk forms on Sukuna's face, "That's my (Name)."

Immediately, you spat back at him, "Don't say my name like that as if you love me. We both know you don't."

Sukuna didn't agree nor deny your statement. Instead, he chose his next words carefully.

"I know I need you."

And he tapped your shoulders, sending you out of his innate domain again. You woke up on the pavement. The encounter is still fresh on your mind.

Inside Sukuna's innate domain, the King of Curses took a seat on his throne again.

His eyebrows knit together...did you really think that you became a curse because you made a binding vow with him?

"You're the one who cursed yourself," he says out loud.

Curses are spiritual beings manifested from strong negative emotions.

You can shout at him all you want about how much you hate everything about him, but the fact that you're still here is a testament that you still loved him. This is because you’ve spent your entire life chasing for Sukuna's love and died with regret of never hearing him say "I love you," in return. The only reason you were still here is because you still love him. Thus, you were still burdened by the negative emotions of unrequited love.

This is also why Sukuna could never show to you that he loves you in return. Because if he did, your one regret would be fulfilled and you would no longer bear any negative emotions.

(Name) would then pass away for real. And he can't bare at the thought of you leaving him. Ever.

It was a limbo of love and hate, and it seems that they've reached an impasse.