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1994sunflower · 4 years ago

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what if Michael accidentally hurts y/n. Like maybe she’s coming home from her classes and she sees him beating someone up and she tries to stop him and he hurts her on accident. Sorry I just really love your writing especially angst ;)

thank you so much! i love angst too hehe...I dont know how angsty this is but i put a little bit of fluff at the end lol

also, i’m so sorry for being so inactive guys i really am working on stuff i promise :(( but i’m also making like 20 essays for school applications so it’s going slowly. hope you like this!

in which michael accidentally hurts you

You’re never sure how they start. You couldn’t picture something making you so angry that you’d resort to fists. Even your boyfriend, as apathetic as he is with most people, you didn’t know his violent side intimately. It was just never the way Michael was with you. It almost felt like a stranger when you saw evidence of it acting against others, hurting others.

You never minded much, just tried to stop him and chastised him a bit while you patched him up. Because at the end of the day you knew he wasn’t a bad guy. Even appreciated his ability to defend himself and you. But still the mystery was always preserved. How the man that held you close, looked at you with nothing but love could be the cause of so many broken bones and bloodshed. Was it his temper that you had never seen or was it his not caring of anyone or even himself, the harm it could bring to him if he wasn’t careful.

Either way you hated it. Hated it each time you heard of it, his (comparatively much more violent) past of it and even more when you caught him at it yourself. It was never on purpose. Because if Michael had known you were anywhere near the vicinity he would stop, or leave to finish his business without you being there to witness that side of him.

You were docile, so much different than him. Michael knew that as well as anyone else. He knew he didn’t deserve you. So, he tried to hard to avoid adding to the list of why. He could imagine in his worst nightmares you seeing that dark side of him, the one that was so much better than before thanks to you, and be terrified. Realize what kind of man you had chosen and finally see that you needed someone better. Someone who wasn’t so aggressive, so violent, so scary. He didn’t want you to look at him with those eyes. Scared, like you never really knew him. Because the truth was you knew him better than anyone else.

Usually you’d catch him when you were walking back from class. Something he should be doing as well. Instead, he’d be somewhere where he imagined you’d never cross paths, far from your last class. Too bad you liked to walk around campus and take shortcuts more than you should.

It was usually the same thing. He’d have the upper hand. With his height and strength, it was easy. But that’d leave a victim, someone who couldn’t properly defend themselves against the wrath brought on by whatever they had done to Michael. Sometimes as little as bumping into him. You, with all your goodness and empathy, always stopped your boyfriend because you knew only you could. And if you could help someone, you’d always take the opportunity.

This time was a little different. Maybe Michael had gotten his days crossed, maybe he forgot you had lab that day and you’d have to pass by that way. But in the walk from your building back to off campus, in the little alleyway of one of the last buildings separating campus from the main street, you heard it. The building was tall and its brick walls looked more like formidable walls, so you had to keep walking until you were right at the entryway of the surprisingly big alley to see.

But your boyfriend was unmistakable. And so was the way he was punching down another boy. The boy was younger than him, it was obvious, maybe even a freshman. Which somehow made it worse. But they were almost equally matched in height and the boy, either from adrenaline or reflex, wasn’t just holding his hands up in defense. He landed more than a few punches back at your boyfriend. Hitting him in his jaw and face, you already saw some scrapes on his temple and cheek.

Your face contorted into panic at the sight of Michael getting hurt. Maybe even more fear-stricken at that fact than you would have been just seeing another person getting hurt by his hand. It wasn’t fair to care more about him than the other boy, especially when you were sure Michael was the aggressor. But you didn’t care. You loved him too much to see him get hurt. It was the reason you hated him fighting so much, you dreaded to see the consequences it could end up having on him. You’d told him so many times to stop fighting in the past but he wouldn’t listen. He was getting better but never stopping. Being as good for his girlfriend as possible so you’d be proud of him.

There wasn’t much need to worry, though. A few punches landed on him but he still was dominating the fight by far. Especially when he was more pissed off at the younger boy fighting back. But it didn’t matter. If it went on the way it currently was going, both of them would be more seriously injured than maybe they even realized.

You weren’t sure why you didn’t call out to him. Maybe it was the urgency of the situation that had you mute and just running to your boyfriend as quickly as you could. You always stopped him, but that was always when he realized it was you by the sound of your voice. It never occurred to you that he wouldn’t recognize your touch when he was so blinded by rage. You didn’t realize until you were too close, had already touched his arm desperately, hoping to stop any more attacks from raining down on the other boy. You didn’t even get a chance to call out to him, let him listen to your familiar voice that always seemed to soothe him.

By then, he had already pushed you away. He did it without even looking at you, his anger still directed at the boy and no one would stop him — at least when he thought you wouldn’t be there.

“Get the fuck off me.” His words were in a tone you’d never heard directed at you, only at other people. And his hand hit your shoulder and sent you flying back, landing with a loud thud on the concrete.

You weren’t sure if the feeling of your body left lingering on his fingers was what made him recognize who he had just pushed. Or maybe it was the recognition of your voice in the pained yell you had let out as you fell down. But he froze. So completely paralyzed, his body rigid. He was begging that as he turned around, slowly almost mechanically, he wouldn’t see you on the ground. That you wouldn’t be the person he had just physically hurt in his anger.

It was fruitless. As he kept his grip on his opponents shirt, but stopped yelling, stopped assaulting; just looking behind him, dreading what he would see. It was you. You sitting up, your knees and arms scraped from the fall, some blood and red, raw skin on the injuries. Your pretty dress was crumpled and dirty, bits of concrete, dirt and filth marred your spotless person. His pure, fragile girl.

But it was your face that had him letting go of the boy, arms hanging limply at his side, anger forgotten and eyes wide in horror at what he had just done to his girlfriend who he loved so much. You were looking up at him, tears in your eyes from the pain. They flowed down your cheeks and while you were silent, your eyes screamed at him what hurt more than any of the punches he had just taken. It’s your fault.

He hadn’t pushed that hard. But to your smaller body, even a light hit from him would be painful and powerful. Especially with his added strength.

“Y/N…” The boy was long forgotten. Even when he took the opportunity to run away. Michael forgot the reason for the fight in the first place. Nothing, really, entered his mind as important except you. All his thoughts had zeroed in on the scene in front of him, what he had just done to you. You were the best thing to ever happen to him. He cared about you so much. He loved you more than anyone else, even himself. Hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He’d hurt himself before he let anything touch you. All he ever wanted was to protect you. But yet, he was the one that ended up doing just that.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t-” Know it was you.

He fucked up. He’d never felt more ashamed at having lost control. If he hadn’t, he’d have stopped and seen it was you. He would have listened when your little hand took hold of his arm. Recognized the feeling of your skin on his like he could so easily do when he was in the right frame of mind. He wouldn’t have hurt you. You wouldn’t be on the ground, dirty and injured because of him.

But as he stepped towards you, already bending down to help you up, check on you, it got worse. It was worse before you pushed yourself back with the heels of your feet, putting more distance between him and you, making sure he couldn’t get near you. “Don’t touch me.”

Hurt flashed on his face at your words. At you rejecting to even be near him. The one person that had always stuck by him through everything and forgave him even with how often he fucked up. The one that gave him an unconditional love he wasn’t used to. Part of him new he deserved it, for hurting you even if it was an accident. But the ache he felt when he couldn’t even help you, ask for your forgiveness because you didn’t want to hear it right then, was strong.

Your voice wavered and broke but your eyes showed very clearly how much you meant those words. He wasn’t sure what was worst to see in them, the anger or the fear.

Why were you even there? He was sure you had class on the opposite side of campus. It was why he never imagined you were the one trying to stop him. He pictured you walking peacefully from your class back home to wait for him to get back to you. Not what actually ended up happening. He would have never fought in a place you could so easily have seen, so easily have gotten hurt. Especially when he wanted to make you see how much better he was being for you, even if not by much. If you had called out to him, he hadn’t even heard you.

Michael felt a pit at his stomach. Could already hear you breaking up with him, because a girl like you didn’t deserve to be on the ground, looking so pretty and innocent and have that ruined because her boyfriend couldn’t just listen to her and try to be less violent with others. Dread filled him at the different possibilities of losing you this could bring him. None of them did he want. But still, watching you wince as you emotionally collected yourself, he had to curse himself. He wouldn’t blame you. It’s his fault.

Even at your words, he still moved forward, getting down on his knees to be on your level. When you lifted up your palms from the ground, they were tinged pink from the fall and bits and pieces of the concrete were stuck to the palms of your hands. His jaw locked at the sight, regret filling his mind.

Taking your small hands in his, slowly, he sucked in a relieved breath when you didn’t push him away like he thought you would. Instead, he wouldn’t meet your big eyes as he felt them looking at him, he couldn’t. It was so shameful to see that pure wide eyed look of yours and know he had hurt someone that wholesome and kind.

His gaze stayed on your hands as you held them out palm up. One of his hands cupped the back of your two hands while the other he used to gently pick off the grovel. Not too fast lest they be sharp and hurt you. It was almost comical really, to see his hands, still bloody at the knuckles from the fight, being so tender only a few minutes later.

“Does it hurt?” He asked you when he was done. When you winced as you curled your fingers in was the answer.

You wouldn’t even look at him. Let alone acknowledge the apology begging to leave his lips. And he had to resist the urge to take you into his arms so he wouldn’t feel the coldness you were currently giving him. Tears were still running down your cheek by the time your backpack that had fallen beside you was taken up by Michael. He slung it across his shoulder easily, no matter how heavy you had found it. Then his arm was around your waist and his hand on your arm, pulling you up finally from the ground that should be kissed at your feet instead of you laying in it.

Clearly, he wasn’t taking your command to not touch you seriously. But you didn’t make any move to enforce it - despite how angry you felt, how struck at what he had done to you, no matter that he had done it unconsciously. He needed it, to feel as if he hadn’t completely destroyed everything in the relationship he cherished so much. That the only girl he loved and respected didn’t feel terrified of him and distrust him.

He’d brought a lot of emotions out of you, particularly pleasure, but pain was never meant to be one of them.

That much was obvious in the almost shameful look on his face all the way back to your house - the place you’d forced him to take you to instead of his own home. You would’ve preferred to go home by yourself, your anger and freight not being appropriate to be next to him, let alone have him nearly piggyback carrying you all the way. But he wouldn’t leave your side.

It was also seen in his small voice, as shaky and almost insecure as you’d ever heard it when you forced him to put you down as you finally got home. The security of your home giving you what your had been lacking the second Michael sent you to the ground, the safety you usually got from him was weak.

“I can help...”

“No, I got it.” Your words were cold, so different from your usually light and happy voice, as you walked away from him and to your bathroom where you kept the first aid kit. It was usually there for him whenever he got in a fight and got hurt. But now, you needed it.

He flinched at your tone. Despite whatever fights he ever got in, you were the only one who could ever truly hurt him.

Michael stayed in the living room silently while you disinfected your wounds and covered them up. He hurt you. You could still feel the pain of it, see it physically manifested. You were still crying, sniffling as quietly as you could. It didn’t hurt so much as it did scare you. Not that you were scared of him. Despite what happened, you knew it was an accident and you knew he would never hurt you purposely like that ever.

But the fact it happened, the fact he had been so lost in his anger that he didn’t stop and think about what he was doing and his surroundings. The fact that you had felt his strength in such an ugly, dangerous way. The suddenness of it scared you.

And you hated feeling that towards your boyfriend. You only wanted to feel happy and loved with him, nothing as negative as this. It was also frustrating, knowing you had warned him of consequences of his actions like this, though never expected you’d ever be on the receiving end of it, but he still hasn’t changed. But this was the last time you’d ever allow yourself to be in this position.

It made you almost think that your friends, the rumors, maybe they were more right about Michael and his anger than you were whenever you tried to defend him. You wanted your boyfriend to be safe. You didn’t want to believe they were right. Otherwise, you didn’t really know the man you claimed to love.

You were mad and frightened. But it came from a place of love. You didn’t want him to get hurt and you especially didn’t want it to get to this point where he couldn’t even stop himself before it got out of his control until it was too late. You loved him.

When you finished fixing yourself up as best as you could, you left the bathroom and moved quietly into your living room where Michael was sitting silently. His face was in his hands. His very posture screamed regret and you didn’t even want to imagine how dark and self-deprecating his thoughts were as he blamed himself for hurting you, you knew it was hard for him.

He’d told you so many times it was the last thing he wanted. You weren’t sure he could forgive himself. Especially when he knew his strength compared to yours, when he saw your injuries caused by his hand.

You weren’t sure he even felt your presence when you slowly sat down next to him on the couch, the kit still in your hands. “Here, let me cover that up.”

He had bruises all over his face, particularly his jaw but he had an especially nasty cut on his forehead.

But when you raised your hands to start working on it, Michael finally looked at you, only to move his head back and shake his head. You were too good for this world, to still worry about him after everything.

“Don’t waste it on me.”

With you red rimmed eyes, your voice was still more serious than usual but your words were almost normal, “Don’t be silly. You’re hurt.”

Michael kept silent as you focused on his injury. But you could tell his mind was moving quickly, probably figuring out what to say to you.

You wanted him to feel bad, it wasn’t okay and he needed to feel it in order to change. But you didn’t want him to drive himself crazy with kicking himself in the back for what he accidentally did. He stopped as soon as it happened, it gave you hope of how he could change. How this could be a wake up call.

It was only when you were almost done that he spoke. “I didn’t know you were the one grabbing me. I swear I would never have hurt you, it was too late when I realized you-” his head hung in shame, “You were already on the ground when I figured out it was you.”

He was silent for a while and you thought it was him re-living the moment you had been flung so strongly. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I would never hurt you like that. Ever. I promise. You’re the only good thing I have in my life. I can’t lose you and it shouldn’t have happened, I should have realized I was just so pissed off. And I thought you were in class. I never thought you’d be there. But it will never happen again.”

“Michael…” You sighed, you’d heard that before.

But he cut you off. “No, I’m serious. It won’t. I….I hated seeing you hurt like that. Especially because it was my fault. I know I’m violent but you’ll never experience that again. You’ll never see that again. I’ll never hurt you again so…please…I’m sorry.”

He was so rarely vulnerable with his words, let alone speaking so much. It was obvious he meant it. You took in his apology and his words. You didn’t say it was okay but you didn’t move away or reject his apology either.

“You won’t lose me.” When his guilty eyes bore into yours, you took his bruised hand. “I know you didn’t meant to, Mikey, you’re not that type of guy and you’ve never been violent towards me. But I get so worried seeing you fight and get hurt, you didn’t even realize it was me because you were so mad. It’s seeing you in a light that I don’t like.”

His words were soft-spoken and gentle, his rough hands encasing your smaller ones almost as if they were glass, like the most precious thing he had. “I know. I’m working on it.” Both of you knew he was. If just to keep you happy. His fights are fewer and farther between but when they do happen, they’re never any less bloody.

Michael’s eyes trailed down to your arm and your dress, marred with stripes of gravel and dirt. Your scraped knees. Your eyes puffy from crying. Even hurt you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He almost wanted to pull away, he had no right to be touching you, to still be the object of your love. Not when someone as sweet, innocent and peaceful as you was with someone as wrong as him. You deserved someone that brought only smiles out of you. Fuck. He cherished you. And he was disgusted at what he did; would always be, the memory would haunt him for a long time.

He almost looked in pain as he forced himself to keep looking at what he had done to you. “Does it still hurt?”

You almost didn’t want to answer, for his sake but still you nodded. “I have to change clothes, too.”

“You look so pretty.” It made it worse, how much you more you deserved. “You deserve better.”

Your eyes were confident with your next words, “You’re going to give me that.” He had to. Otherwise, you didn’t think anything you imagined your future would be was going to stay the same.

And he would. For you.

It didn’t mean he would be perfect or that his tendencies would change. You’d always catch him in fights or in some kind of trouble. But he would be in his right mind, he’d stop before he went too far. And most importantly, he’d never hurt you like he did today. It wouldn’t be hard. When you changed his life so much, he wasn’t in that state of mind he was when he was so angry and violent before he met you.

Michael started that new resolution to change by peppering you with kisses, grateful he still could, not stopping until you began giggling and pawing at him to stop. You were still kind of mad and hesitant after all, but it was hard to fight back against his sweeter side giving you more of an apology. He was careful to ghost his fingertips over your injuries so as not to hurt you as he took you in his arms like his life depended on you being with him.

“I love you.” His gravelly voice murmured, “So much.” You were everything to him. What he cherished the most in his life, who he would always need at his side. The last person he wanted to hurt. He was so lucky you were such a good, forgiving person that believed in him. Trusted him. Loved him.

“I know. I love you too.”

You and your love were the what that brought his happiness and goodness into his life. Without you, he would be so much worse than he seemed to be right then. You were the reason he could imagine a normal future for himself, one with a family and a home. The reason he was so much happier recently, why he hadn’t been in a fight in months before this last one.

He’d never hurt you again. You’d only ever feel good feelings arisen by him, like it always should have been.

Your voice was almost shy but your words were very much willing to take advantage of his guilty mind. “Can we have a spa night? I think it might help my wounds.”

Michael, your big, mature, manly, would-never-have-a-spa-night boyfriend looked at you, knowing very well the healing properties a spa routine could have on your injuries was bullshit. But still he nodded. He’d do anything for you.

Anything to make it up to you. To take away that hesitancy and sadness in your eyes, to try as he might to erase his huge mistake and replace that scary image of him and know that he was nothing like that with you. Anything to have the rest of the day bring you nothing but peace and happy memories with him, what you had always felt in your life that changed when you met your explosive boyfriend. Having you in his arms for the rest of the night, forgetting the cuts on both of your persons for the night.

“With face masks?”

“…Fine”

You smiled sheepishly, “….And can we watch Legally Blonde?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

#5sos #Michael clifford #Michael clifford x reader #5sos fluff #Michael clifford fluff #5sos imagines #bad boy fluff #bad boy michael #Michael clifford angst #5sos angst #bad boy angst #college au

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angelicmichael · 3 years ago

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my mind forgets to remind me - you're a bad idea w andy 😳👉👈

A/N: Thank u sm for sending this!! You had no idea how happy this made me to write :’) I’m sorry it took me a min tho lmao. The prompt is from Eva’s taylor swift prompt list 😌, but also - I tried to make this fluffy but there is some angst 🤐 actually a lot of angst.. I’m so sorry djdjd. The dynamic /overall relationship is very much like my other Andy fic ngl.. which I wanted to point out haha. This is also probably the most unedited thing ive ever uploaded so plz dont judge my writing too harshly 😭 Otherwise enjoy! <3

Warnings: kinda slow burn?, pining, angstt, Hedwig slander, brief conflict, some fluff hehe, friends to lovers, jealous! reader

You heard the rumors.

Andy Dolan was with Hedwig.

To be completely honest; even without the rumors it was painfully obvious how much truth those words had behind them.. You saw how they acted together. How Andy’s eyes, which were normally filled with torment, finally got some light to them whenever he looked at her; how he was so careful to never disagree with a single fucking word she said or demand she made.. happy to oblige as long as it meant she was his and wouldn’t leave him.

It made you sick.

You hated the kind of person Andy Dolan was making you become.. Seeing your best friend with someone like Hedwig, so selfish and narrow minded made you beyond pissed. But regardless; anger wasn’t the main emotion that you felt when you were with Andy. That was only a result of seeing him with someone else.. someone who wasn’t you.

Trying to deny your feelings was redundant but so was the obvious truth; that he was with Hedwig.

It was something that even though you were nearly positive was certain, you were terrified to confront him over. You were scared that you would finally be the one he would take his anger out on.. He would finally get tired of seeing you and entertaining your prescience when he had no real reason too.

After all; you knew why he commonly enjoyed the presence of Women.. and now that he was taken, you weren’t needed.

Simple as that.

Or that’s what you feared, anyway. That wasn’t actually reality.

Andy Dolan (to your surprise) invited you over for the night.. something that you really thought nothing of until you saw him.

He looked serious; something that was not uncharacteristic of him but it still kept you on edge. Perhaps because you were waiting for him to speak.. wanting desperately to know why Andy had chosen to call you and not Hedwig.

“I’m sorry for calling you over so late,” He started.

He avoided eye contact.. pacing around his room as he stood over currently one of his nightstands.. you sat on his bed - paranoia still clouding your fair judgement.

“It’s okay,” you said.. even though it really wasn’t.

You wanted him to turn around. To make eye contact with you and to tell you directly why exactly he had chosen to call you over, because that reason was starting to become painfully obvious.

“I just couldn’t sleep,” He turned around, his gaze slowly averting from the floor to meet yours. You struggled to see whether he was actually looking at you or not since the lights were off - leaving the two of you in a completely dark room.

You stayed silent for a moment - quietly calculating what you wanted to say next and how you wanted to say it.

Was it insomnia that kept him up?? Nightmares?? And why wasn’t he calling Hedwig or some other girl to help him with this issue?

Why you?

Why now?

“Andy.. since when did you ever have insomnia?” You confronted him carefully.

His eyes, which finally started to come into focus, peered up at you almost in a guilty manner.. as if you had caught him straight in a lie.

You were scared of being too direct at first. Scared that you would set him off and he would ‘force’ you to leave and that would be that.. Because even though being next to Andy was torture; being next to him like this.. in the dark, late at night with no one else around where you two could just talk.. was all that you ever wanted, as corny as it kinda sounded.

“You think I’m lying?” He bit back.

“I never said that, I just.. I don’t know why you would choose to call me instead of someone else-“

“I can’t call Hedwig for everything, (y/n). She only likes to stick around when she’s getting paid,” He says with a snort.

You bit your lip when you heard him say her name.. ‘Hedwig’. He knew exactly what you were getting at.

Fuck.

You wanted to apologize for being irrational and for jumping to conclusions but you didn’t. Apologizing felt wrong in this situation.. this wasn’t about you.

“How did you know I meant Hedwig?” You inquired wholeheartedly.

You could now make out the entire dim outline of his body as he continued to stand by his nightstand, watching you for any sudden movements or - really movement at all.

It was completely unbeknownst to you but Andy felt terrified.

Anxiety was never a feeling he was ever completely unaccustomed too; the constant burden and paranoia of everyone he ever remotely liked leaving him was a reality he had to face more than twice.. perhaps even more now if he actually followed through on his plans tonight, with you.

The paralyzing fear he felt that only grew stronger with every step he took closer to you was nearly too much.. it threatened to consume him - nearly bringing tears to his eyes just at the mere thought of you leaving and rejecting him.

He never felt more fucking ridiculous and dramatic in his life.

“Why do you care so much about Hedwig? I sure don’t, She never gave a fuck about me.. not really. After all - there’s a reason I chose to call you.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s your reason?” You challenged.

You expected for him to recite some bullshit he didn’t really mean. Something to make the two of you feel a bit better about the current predicament you were in but, his next words were sweeter and softer than anything you were willing to anticipate.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly approached you. He was realistically only a few steps away but every step he took seemed to take a eternity.. like he couldn’t possibly get to you soon enough while simultaneously being too far away.

His steps continued until his feet bumped into yours - his sock covered feet accidentally bumping into your shoes.

Suddenly confused at the sudden accident.. you tilted your head up unexpectedly, before catching his gaze only briefly before you did the unthinkable.. pressing your lips to his in something that was just short of a rational decision.

You waited at first for him to pull away - scared to let yourself become fully swept away by the moment but.. it happened anyway.

Andy’s hands quickly touched your back as his lips started to move slowly and sweetly against yours. Seemingly savoring every moment he now had with you; one that perhaps he thought too, would never get a chance to experience.

You pulled away just before you felt him try to deepen the kiss even further. Only to take a deep, steady breath before leaning in once more. Not letting your brain necessarily control your movements anymore but rather letting your heart take over instead.

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#Andy x reader #Andy Dolan x reader #andy dolan fanfiction #Andy Dolan #cody fern fanfiction #asks #sojournmichael #my fic #reading this back is so funny bc I tried so hard to make this fluffy but-#it’s basically full angst 😭 sorry lmao #but I hope you like this Eva 🥺👉🏻👈🏻#sorry again it’s so late lol #will crosspost to ao3 in the near future lol

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mrskurono · 4 years ago

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Aphrodisiac Pt. 1 // ft. Kageyama + Seijoh

tags: drugs/aphrodisiac usage, noncon (Iwaizumi), slight dacryphilia (Kindaichi), vaginal penetration, handjobs, edging, orgasm denial, slight femdom, noncon photography (Oikawa), footjob, degradation, pet talk, creampie, mommy ish kink (Kageyama)

character(s): Tobio Kageyama (hq), Hajime Iwaizumi (hq), Toru Oikawa (hq), Yūtarō Kindaichi (hq)

Tobio Kageyama

⇾ Oh Tobio

⇾ He thought you were giving him the opportunity to take care of you all strung out and fun

⇾ But the way he downs his spiked little treat is a testament to how much you knew he needed to unwind for a bit

⇾ The way his face unscrunches and he’s left like a paralyzed star fish on your bed is the cutest thing you’ve seen in a while honestly

⇾ What might be cuter than that?

⇾ Oh the way he keeps trying to get on top of you and grind into you with that desperate excuse of a hard on he’s whimpering about

⇾ He goes from zero affection to climbing all over you in mere minutes that he’s complaining of being warm and tingly

⇾ “My...everything...and warm.”

⇾ Nothing out of his mouth makes sense even if he’s trying to talk, he won’t stop babbling which turns really into a mess of moans even at your slightest touch

⇾ Now though he isn’t fighting your lips ghosting over his neck, or the way you shift your hands under his shirt, no he is willingly leaning into everything you do to him as he moans up a storm

⇾ He can’t have all the fun and with the way he reacted the second your leg brushed over his crotch when you shifted? Clearly something else needed to be taken care of

⇾ Kageyama is completely useless like this save for the energy he keeps to hide his face every time you tell him how cute he is from above

⇾ Straddling his lap bringing your core against his cock

⇾ His eyes half lidded as his fingers tangle in his own hair and he bites his lip watching you

⇾ “Do you want something?” “How badly does my baby boy want it?” “You’re just so hard like this~”

⇾ All the teasing and Kageyama is a red faced mess as he grinds his hips up into you like it’ll do anything

⇾ Finally you decide to indulge him though, it’s a treat for both of you

⇾ Sinking down on his cock as he stretches you out and hits your deepest parts

⇾ Kageyama is a mess under you with his jaw slack and a bit of drool oozing from his mouth

⇾ You do him a favor and wipe up his mouth with your thumb but you notice he tries to follow your touch

⇾ As needy as he is you grin and pop your thumb in his mouth, feeling his tongue swirl around your digit and his eyes roll back in his head

⇾ Kageyama is a mess under you each time you shift your hips and grind into him, his sucking piss poor and mostly he’s drooling over your hand

⇾ Instead you pop it out of him mouth and make him watch as you bring your spit covered hand to your clit

⇾ “I’ll get off with your spit, maybe it’ll make me feel all nice and warm too~”

⇾ He is entranced, be it half lidded, by watching you play with yourself on him

⇾ Moving here and there to feel his cock inside you, its for nothing as you deny him most of the pleasure when you bring yourself to an orgasm just by yourself

⇾ The way you tighten around him and your walls flutter like they want to suck all his cum, Kageyama whimpers and tries to rut up into you like he can even move

⇾ “Shhh, you’re next, I’ll make sure you feel good too baby boy.”

Yūtarō Kindaichi

⇾ This idiot will be easy to talk into trying something fun, genuinely it takes one bat of your eyelashes and Kindaichi does what you want even if he doesn’t know how he feels about it

⇾ Show a bit of skin and he’ll do anything ok he can be simple at times

⇾ Kindaichi doesn’t down it like an idiot though he’s apprehensive to eat/drink it too quickly

⇾ Once he gets down to the last part of it though, and he’s feeling pretty warm and fuzzy, then he shoves/drinks the rest of it in him like he forgets he was apprehensive about it

⇾ Skin on fire, words slurred and half lidded Kindaichi wants nothing more than to have your hands on him

⇾ Asking repeatedly for you to touch him even if your hands are already on him

⇾ Not to mention he’s extra talkative, like, there is no way to get him to shut up and he keeps talking no matter what you do

⇾ Real touchy feely which would be annoying, if, it didn’t mean he’s overly sensitive everywhere else

⇾ “I’m feeling so weird....Please, I want more I-” “No no no, I think you’ve had enough silly boy.” “Please.”

⇾ The way he leans up into your touch when you draw your hands down his chest is wonderful, he’s such a pile of putty it’s pathetic

⇾ Kindaichi will whimper and make the most delightful noises the entire time that it makes it difficult for you not to get turned on

⇾ Luckily the feeling is mutual though as his hard on was visible through his shorts almost the moment he complained about being warm

⇾ “Come here.”

⇾ Like a puppy dog Kindaichi is ready to do anything you want even if his gross motor skills are a little less than perfect

⇾ Completely useless though its up to you to really get what you want, wrapping your legs around his hips when he poorly tries to push himself inside you

⇾ Giggling at him rubbing against you like a horny puppy with little to show for it besides your juices covering his cock and Kindaichi whining about how warm he feels

⇾ Help him though and he can hardly keep on his knees

⇾ Moaning like a fool as you position him at your entrance and pull him into you with your legs behind him as leverage

⇾ Kindaichi is panting with his arms on either side of you, barely keeping himself up, face red all the way to his ears and lips slightly parted panting

⇾ You have to remind him to move, encouraging words cooing at him

⇾ “Go on puppy, move for me.” “Lemme see how much you want it.” “Make me feel how warm you are~”

⇾ His thrusts are sloppy, Kindaichi rutting into you and moaning up a storm, everything on him tingling on fire as he can’t find anything to satisfy it

⇾ You push up against him just to lock your legs around his hips and do the same with your arms around his neck

⇾ Gasping a bit he lays almost entirely on you but his limbs are too heavy to move as he ruts into you with desperation

⇾ “You wanna cum hmm~?” “Please-” “How badly do you wanna cum?” “So badly!”

⇾ The way he overstims himself is adorable as Kindaichi grinds into you, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, chasing his own orgasm like its the last thing on earth

⇾ He just can’t take it anymore, the way you tighten around him and the feeling of your fingertips grazing his neck, there’s no way for him to keep his wits about him

⇾ Kindaichi is a sobbing mess as he buries his face in your neck and can’t help paint your insides white with all his cum

⇾ Sweet talking him all the way through it as you push your hips up to meet his

⇾ You’d almost be mad if he wasn’t clinging to you for dear life with his cock still buried inside you

⇾ Lucky for you he’s not going soft after just one little fluke~

Hajime Iwaizumi

⇾ You will not, and I repeat, will not get Iwa to take anything willingly.

⇾ But he just looks so stressed lately? Work/College is too much, he’s being stubborn and he just needs to...unwind.

⇾ Iwa doesn’t suspect anything when you bring him his favorite drink

⇾ “It’s open?” “Yeah I took a drink of it can I not?”

⇾ He doesn’t have an issue sharing with his s/o so of course he’ll accept it! You’re not Oikawa so he trusts you at face value

⇾ Your eyes go big as he downs the entire bottle in one go around

⇾ The little something you put in his drink hits him the fastest (what do you expect when he just gulped it down in one breath?)

⇾ “My bodies warm-” “Why are my cheeks flushed?” “Am I sick damn it.”

⇾ Yeah it doesn’t last long before Iwa is silent but the clingiest you’ve ever seen him

⇾ Grabbing at your waist, palming your hips and pressing into you no matter what you do he is draped over you like a giant ragdoll and he is so relaxed

⇾ Unlike some of the others, he isn’t much of a talker all strung out like this

⇾ Actually it’s like he has laser focus and suddenly all he can see is you, tunnel vision to the max

⇾ Has no idea how to help himself though his limbs are so heavy and all he can do is press his lips against your neck thinking he’s kissing on you

⇾ Utterly useless hunk but the tent he pops in his pants the second you move your hands over his chest?

⇾ Well worth it

⇾ Iwa’s moans are immaculate seeing as he normally only keeps to grunts and a few words

⇾ Now though he is red from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears and he has no idea the puddle of mush he is in your hands

⇾ Grumbling every time your hands run through his hair or touch his face; he wants more but can’t vocalize it

⇾ Taking it into your own hands as his grabby touch and firm grasp on every inch of you is a delightful turn on

⇾ “Shhh, lay back baby it’s fine.”

⇾ Iwa is staring up at you with such a dazed look that it almost makes you wish you did this earlier

⇾ Gripping his sides and grinding down on him is adorable as Iwa’s arms hang above his head, gripping the sheets under him, eyes glazed over staring up at you while he’s unable to move a single muscle in his beautifully toned body

⇾ For someone who’s incredibly fit, he can’t fight anything you want to do to him

⇾ So when you decide you want a little moment to relax yourself, Iwa is a grinning mess the second he feels the warmth of you slit slide up his cock

⇾ He’s so hard it’s almost pathetic

⇾ But the way he feels nestled inside you and he can’t even move his hands up to touch you is such a sight to see

⇾ Iwa is bubbling with moans anytime you shift on his cock, he’s like your own personal toy like this

⇾ Hands pressed to his chest you can go at your leisure riding him, Iwa twisting and turning under you as he stares up at you with a stupid grin

⇾ “Warm.” “Shh I’ll make you feel good too baby.” “Hehe warm all over.”

⇾ You’ll ride him until you feel his abs tense under your palms, a clear cut sign he’s gonna loose it even if he has no idea what’s going on

⇾ “Not yet.”

⇾ You wanna enjoy the fun a little bit more so the moment you pull him out of you, Iwa makes the saddest whimper as his perfect warmth is gone but it’s well worth it as you steal a kiss

⇾ Open mouthed, needy Iwa trying to suck on your tongue, ignoring the fact you just ruined his orgasm, this is well worth how much trouble you’ll get in later

Toru Oikawa

⇾ You can and will convince Toru to eat something, doesn’t matter what it is bc enough goating and he will fucking eat/drink the entire thing at once

⇾ Really you just wanted to see him maybe a little giggly but this, phew, this is another level

⇾ Clingy doesn’t begin to explain him

⇾ Toru is like a puppy dog but with such an inappropriate touch you’re left to wonder if he’s thinking about this all the time but is composed enough not to

⇾ “Kiss, I want a kiss!” “Lemma touch-” “I’m so tingly everywhere~”

⇾ Grabbing at your shirt hem, running his hands up under your blouse, hooking his fingers in your waistband, he doesn’t care how unsightly it comes off all he knows is he loves the feeling of your skin brushing his

⇾ Now at least when he won’t shut up it’s in the form of babbling incoherent thoughts that honestly are kinda cute

⇾ Mister Hot Stuff suddenly the begging drooling fanboy at your feet gives you a power rush like none other

⇾ If his stupid fangirls could see him now, on his knees, brown hair pushed off his blushing face, a string of drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he looks up at you half lidded, it’s beautiful

⇾ All this talking and you’re wondering if you can shut him up

⇾ “Suck them.”

⇾ Toru’s lips clamp around your fingers, eagerly if you might note, and his eyes close as he leans into your touch to take your fingers down to your last knuckle

⇾ “So needy.”

⇾ You press down on his tongue, force another finger in his mouth, tilt his face up to you, it doesn’t matter Toru sucks on your fingers with enthusiasm and a half lidded glazed over look up at you

⇾ This could go on forever really, maybe just a picture to save the occasion...

⇾ “Smile babe.”

⇾ Toru’s cheek dopey grin with your fingers pressing down on his tongue, you encourage him to open wide and maybe just snap one more for good measure

⇾ As eager as he is, it’s easy to see his excitement travel down below the waist

⇾ His cock standing at attention with the cutest wet spot in his shorts, you wonder if you just touch it lightly with your foot if he’ll-

⇾ “Mmphm~!”

⇾ The muffled moan on your fingers gives you the biggest rush in the world and you can’t help as you press your foot into his clothed cock

⇾ Toru really is a mess as he nurses your fingers and his hips jolt just ever so slightly when your foot grinds into him

⇾ “You’re so hard...and just for my foot? Soiling your shorts like that too...”

⇾ The more depraved your words are the harder he sucks, the fuck is loving this degradation to its fullest

⇾ Tied up in the way Toru’s tongue swirls around your fingers and the heat growing between your own legs, you nearly miss it if he hadn’t groaned so loudly

⇾ Toru cumming all from just your foot grinding against his cock, his cum seeping through his shorts and the groan vibrating on your fingers as his eyes shut tight and he inadvertently gags himself on your fingers

⇾ A wasted mess he’s drooling down his chin after gagging, brown eyes fixated up at you as he really doesn’t know what happened

⇾ It’s quite alright as the tent remaining in his pants means your fun has just began

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emerald-echeveria-plant · 4 years ago

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Part 2 of the Au I made from earlier. I don't know what to call it:33

((Part 2 of ??))

Getting back the map

[Warning: Cursing, blood mention, cringey writing, and fighting]

//Baozhai slowly opens her eyes. She felt a little drowsy. Her head was spinning from the pain inflicted on her not too long ago. Baozhai was lying down in a hammock. She realized she was on the ship. In front of her was Octavia and Leonid.//

Octavia: Oh thank goodness, she's alive! I thought we lost you for a moment there..

Baozhai, groaning: uh.. what- whaat happened..? *Rubs the temples of her forehead*

Octavia: Don't you remember? Captain Haggis did a real number on your face a few hours ago.

Baozhai drowsy: I guess I remember that..

Octavia: Your nose was completely broken and you were struggling to breathe when we got you on board. Thankfully, I managed to fix it!

//Leonid interrupts by clearing his throat. He looked at the small cephalopid with a raised eyebrow.//

Octavia: Oh! How could I forget.. *nervously laughs* hehe, Leonid helped too by putting your nose back in place after I kinda messed up.. but uh at least you can breathe!

Baozhai: Octi. What's wrong with my nose?

Octavia, nervously: Well it's sorta.. um.. not bad I mean you look good! But uh-

Leonid, cutting her off: Yer nose is a little crooked.

Baozhai: WHAT?!

Octavia: It's honestly not that bad!

//Baozhai stands up from the hammock and walk towards a chest. She opens it then begins rummaging inside it. Baozhai manages to find a mirror. Her reflection showed her nose being crooked a bit to the left and the bottom of her nose being slanted upwards.//

Octavia, nervous: See I told you it wasn't that ba-

Baozhai, cutting her off: I'm going to strangle you to death if you don't SHUT UP!

Octavia:

Octavia: Honestly, you'd have a tough time considering I'm poisonous-

//Baozhai lunges at Octavia. Her hands already wrapping around she neck. Them, Archie came running downstairs to where the three other crewmates were.//

Archie: Captain says he needs everyone on deck now!

//Baozhai looked at Octavia. She pulls her hands away and wiped whatever poison off on her jacket.//

Baozhai: Guess you get to live another day. Ya' better make it count.

//Octavia nodded in response. Baozhai, Leonid, and Octavia walked upstairs on deck. The three of them noticed they were moving pretty fast. Captain Bonnet was steering the wheel of the ship. He had an furious expression on his face. Obviously it seemed that he was still upset about what happened a few hours ago. Meanwhile, Ironbeard was sharping his swords. Baozhai walked towards him.//

Baozhai: Hey Ironbeard, where are we going?

Ironbeard, looks at her: Captain Bonnet wants to get back his map that Haggis stole. He's pretty fired up so I wouldn't go bothering him if I were you.

Baozhai: So, he's finally getting revenge after all this time.. YES! FINALLY! I can't wait to bash some skulls in!

Ironbeard: Don't get your hopes up, we're only getting the map. Not slaughtering the entire crew.

Baozhai: Well, if I can't bash some skulls in... I'll just beat them so hard they'll go paralyzed >:)

Ironbeard: Alright, but while you do that make sure to get the map if you see it. That's the most important thing is getting the ma-

//Suddenly, the boat jolted. Both, Ironbeard and Baozhai fell of their feet. The two looked over to see another pirate ship next to the one they were one. On the other ship, stood Haggis and his first mate, Sao.//

Captain Haggis, teasingly: Bonnet, I didn't realize you held a grudge! I thought you were a "gentleman".

Captain Bonnet, furiously: GIVE ME BACK MY MAP OR I'LL TAKE YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE CREW DOWN TO DAVY JONES'S LOCKER!

Captain Haggis, smugly: How about I instead I keep the map and the rest of ye go find yourselves a merchant ship to steal from.

//A blast came out from one of the gunners of Bonnet's ship. It hit Haggis's ship, creating a hole in the lower decks. Haggis's eyes twitched with anger. How dare they put a mark on his ship! He unsheathed his sword and put it in the air.//

Captain Haggis: CHARGE!

//Both crews immediately lunged at each other. Jumping or swinging by a rope onto the other's ship. Baozhai aboarded Haggis ship. Sao was waiting for her and drew her sword.//

Sao: Well, if it isn't Baozhai.. you ready to take back what you said about me..?

Baozhai: Oh you mean when I called you Captain Haggis's little bitch? Oh course I take back what I said! I am so sorry... You're actually a one-eyed cunt.

Sao: Well at least my nose isn't fucked up!

Baozhai: >:000

//Sao immediately lunges herself towards Baozhai. The two women being to duke it out on the floor of the ship... Meanwhile, Bonnet was making his way towards Haggis.//

Captain Bonnet: You better give me back my map Haggis.. That treasure is mine for the taking!

Captain Haggis: Oh is it now? From what I recall whoever holds the map is entitled to the treasure and you don't have it!

Captain Bonnet: Oh I'm going to get back that map even if I have to lose a limb doing so!

Captain Haggis: Well, I'll assure you, you can have this map... OVER MY DEAD BODY!

//The two Captains clashed their swords together. Their faces mere inches from the other. They both had furious looks on their faces, with their eyes glaring at each other. With good reason too. One was angry that his map was taken and the other being pissed off that there was a hole in his ship. This was going to end very badly...//

Captain Haggis: I'm going to enjoy beating you to pulp for what you did to my ship..!

Captain Bonnet: Not if I beat you first!

//Bonnet headbutted Haggis in the face. Haggis fell backwards onto the ground below him. Bonnet got on top of him. He began searching the inner pockets of the other captain. Finally, he pulled out the map that was folded up tightly in one of his pockets. Haggis, seeing this, sliced Bonnet's hand with his sword. Bonnet yelped in pain, making him let go of the map. The map fell downwards where the rest of the crewmates were fighting. Fleance notices the map.//

Fleance, grabs it the moment he see it: Ah yes the map! I've got! I've got it! *Holds it up in the air*

//All the crewmates looked towards the pink robot. Almost immediately, Fleance realized his mistake. He shouldn't have brought attention to having the map...//

Fleance, nervously: um.. I'm screwed aren't I..?

//All the crewmates rushed towards Fleance. The jumped on top of the tiny robot in an attempt to snatch the map away from him. All it managed to do was make the map end up somewhere else... Throughout the chaos, the map somehow landed near the cabin boy, Billy Bones. The salamander (even though he looks like a snapping turtle) tried to reach for the map. A gunshot that almost shot off his hand, prevented him from doing so.//

Islay: Yer not getting that there map now you son of- wait... Billy?!

Billy: Islay..?

Islay: Billy, I haven't seen you in years! Where the hell have you been???

Billy: Where have I been? What about you??! Ye disappeared and I never saw you again!

Islay: I was kicked off the old ship we were on for being "too aggressive" remember..?

Billy: oh yeah.. I told you if you kept up that attitude, it was gonna catch up to ye in a bad way.

Islay: WELL ITS NOT MY FAULT OTHERS TRY TO INVADE MY PRIVACY! Askin me all these questions on how I'm feeling after my father died.. pfft.. FEELINGS ARE FOR PUSSIES!

Archie, running by: YOINK! *Snatches the map and runs away*

Billy, angrily: oh and now you made me lose the map.. thanks a lot!

Islay: Dumbass, you still had a lot of time to grab the map but you chose to talk to me. How is that my fault again???!

//Leaving the two arguing, Archie tries running towards Bonnet's ship. Unfortunately, someone grabbed him by one of his legs. Archie fell to ground with the map in his hand.//

Erik, teasingly: Aww, is the little weasel trying to get back to his mommy's house?

Archie: Yeah, back to your mom's house so I can fuck her!

Erik, holds a blade up to Archie's neck and chuckles: Yer gonna regret saying that you little shit..

//Archie sweats nervously as the blade gets closer and closer to his neck.//

Erik: Hand over that there map and I'll think about not shaving off all yer fur.

Archie: Alright, fine..! Here take it..

//Archie hands over the map to Erik. Erik take the map from Archie.//

Erik: Good choice lad-

//Suddenly, the map was snatched away from Erik's hand.//

Erik: what the?!

//It was none other than Octavia, swinging in a rope with the map in hand. Octavia smiled and wave at the crowd as she swung by. Her crew cheered her on, seeing this as the end of the fight over the map. Ironbeard, who had Sao pinned to a wall, noticed something that Octavia hadn't.//

Ironbeard: OCTAVIA LOOK OUT!

Octavia: what-

//Octavia landed face first into the mast of the ship. A bunch of "ows" and "ohs" followed. The blue-ringed octopus, slowly slid down the mast before falling backwards. Octavia laid passed out on the floor. The map slowly landing next to her. Not wanting Haggis's crew to get to it first, Baozhai ran towards the map. Her hand grabbing the map... Yet, just as she grabbed the map, another hand intertwined with hers at that exact moment.//

Baozhai: Get your grubby paws off of our-

//Baozhai cuts herself off seeing the person before her. It felt as though the whole world around her slowed down. Before her, kneeled a man with long brown hair. He had six yellow eyes that were piercing into her soul. The stranger looked of an unknown alien species that she had never seen before. Baozhai's pupils dialted and a red tint covered her cheeks. Her heart raced a bit when seeing the mysterious yet handsome stranger before her.//

Baozhai: Wow.. you look.. incredible.. 🥺❤️

//Not listening to what she said, the stranger proceeded to punch her in the face. Baozhai got knocked back from the punch. She landed a few feet away from the map. With her nose, once again, bleeding. The stranger picked up the map and stood up.

Octavia slowly awaking from being knocked out. She sees the map being taken by one of the Haggis's crew... For what seemed like the 100th time. She quickly stood up.//

Octavia: oh no you don't!

//Octavia grabbed the other end of the map that the stranger was holding. He tried to pull the map away from the cephalopid but her grip was on it tight. The two began a sort of tug a war with each other over the map. Octavia pulling on one end and the stranger on the other.

As expected, the map broke into two. A loud gasp erupted from both sides. Octavia looked at one of the pieces she had in her hand then back at the stranger. They looked equally as shocked but that shocked was quickly overtaken by anger. Before she could day anything, their captain came out.//

Captain Bonnet: RETREAT! NOW!

//Bonnet's crew looked at him. Some in confusion but soon realized why. Bonnet looked pretty beat up and he was holding his arm. It was clear that he was bleeding. His crew listened and ran back to their ship. Ironbeard helped Bonnet back to the ship while fighting off any of Haggis's crew off. Leonid picked up any of the passed out crewmates and carried them back to the ship. They all managed to get back on board and quickly sailed off.//

Captain Bonnet, groans in pain: is... Is everyone on board..? Dr. Oshima, I'm gonna need... some of your assistance..

Leonid: Yes, Captain, everyone's on board.. *takes a careful look at the captain* Christ, what happened to you??

Captain Bonnet, stretches: let's just say... Haggis didn't like the fact that I didn't put a hole in his ship... And for taking back my map! Now, where is it?

Octavia, shows Bonnet the torn piece of the map: Um, here it is captain..

//Bonnet takes the torn piece of map from Octavia. He inspects it a bit.//

Captain Bonnet: hm, it seems that you managed to get the piece to leads us to the end us the trail Octavia...

Octavia: Is that good or bad..?

Captain Bonnet: Well, I can manage to get us a route to the treasure by using the location of the stars on the map. They look pretty distinct in comparison to any other stars I've seen... I'll try to.. cross reference this... With..my globe..

//Bonnet fell to his knees and groaned in agony. There was an open, bleeding wound near his ribs. Octavia taking notice of this, quickly helped Bonnet up.//

Octavia: come here captain, let's go get you fixed up..

Captain Bonnet: Thank ya lass.. your so kind.

//Octavia helped Bonnet to his cabin. Meanwhile, Baozhai who woke up a few minutes ago had her crossed arms propped up against the ledge of the deck. Archie saw her and immediately walked over.//

Archie: Baozhai?? What the hell happened back there!?

Islay: He's right, what did happen?? Ye had the map in yer grasp and ye didn't even take it back to the ship! Ye just froze up like a bloody status!

Baozhai: ...

Baozhai, whispers: you should've seen him.

Islay & Archie, confused: What?

Baozhai: I said, you should've seen him.. how his hand met with mine. How he looked at me and how I looked at him.. It was wonderful..! I wish I could do it all over again!

Archie: ...

Archie: You wanna get punched in the face again?

//Islay smacks the lad on the back of the head.//

Archie, rubbing the back of his head: OW! Jeez Louise I was just joking...

Islay: Baozhai yer clearly in love... Which is a horrible thing and I suggest ye stop doing it before ye get hurt.

Baozhai, giggles: But I feel so bubbly and warm! Like I'm light on my feet with every step I take, my cheeks are glowing for the first in forever, and there's butterflies flutteirng around in my stomach..! How can you stop someone from feeling that way..?

Islay: With a ton of aspirin and alcohol. Now let's get ye some before ya start singing a cheesey love song about how ye want to admit yer feelings to him but yer to scared to do it.

Archie: Jeez, how do you know all that stuff Islay?

Islay: Personal experience.

//Islay grabs Baozhai by her arm. She starts leading the love stricken mess to the hold of the ship. With Archie following along.

Meanwhile, on Haggis's ship, the captain was "reprimanding" two of his crewmates. Both of them were covered in bruises and bleeding from their noses.//

Captain Haggis: IDIOTS! FOOLS!

//Haggis punched one of them in the stomach with all his strength. The crewmate groaned in pain.//

Captain Haggis: While this idiot was busy making conversation! The other moron couldn't even get a map out of that slimy, octopus's hands!

//Haggis grabbed the long brown hair of the crewmate, showing him off for his failure. The other crewmates looked furious at them and ashamed for them.//

Captain Haggis, threateningly: Got any idea on how we'll get back the other piece of the map, lad?

???: No captain..

//In response, Haggis punched him in the face. They fell to the floor next to the other crewmate. He held his cheek as he looked up at Haggis.//

Captain Haggis: Anyone else have an idea on how we'll get back that map??

//There was complete silence. Nobody knew how either. Until, one of the beaten up crewmates spoke up.//

Billy, groaning in pain on the floor: it's not like.. we can just.. *coughs* follow em' there..

//Haggis raised an eyebrow. Then got an idea after the salamander said that. The captain grinned with an open opportunity at sight.//

Captain Haggis: Yes.. Yes, that's what we'll do!

//Haggis turns to the rest of his other crew.//

Captain Haggis: We'll stay close behind em' but too close for them to notice! Then when we arrive, we kill every last one of them and take the treasure!

//The crew cheered with agreement to the plan.//

Captain Haggis: So let's set sail and prepare to chop off some heads!

//The crewmates cheered in agreement one last time before going to their different posts. A few untied the sails while others prepared weapons like flintlock pistols and swords for use. This time, they were going to make sure their opposing crew wasn't going to get away. Haggis turned to the two crewmates still on the floor.//

Captain Haggis: You two better not screw up this time.. Because I'll have yer heads mounted on pikes if ye fool around again.. Am I clear, Flint?

Flint: Yes captain, I won't let you down again..

To be continued...

((Captain Haggis, Sao, and Erik belong to @chaossmith2

Captain Bonnet, Leonid, Islay, Fleance, Archie, Baozhai, and Octavia belong to me

Also brief mention of Davy Jones! *Wink* @aalbliii *wink* 😉))

#finally an introduction to Flint!.#oh what's this?? Baozhai is in love with him?? 😱😱😱#and of course Islay and Billy arguing like an old married couple lol #oc insert #treasure planet #treasure planet au

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melanc0ffee · 2 years ago

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GIMME

🥞💥🕷️ for Grey

🕷️🌌🎭 for Fiachna

THROTTLES YOU

JHGFGHJ ATTACKING ME??

GREY:

🥞 PANCAKE: gonna call out my dearly beloved Grey here and say that they often forget to eat breakfast and need to take care of themselves better lmao. BUT their ideal comfort breakfast would honestly be nothing more than some coffee and pancakes with whatever the equivalent of syrup is in their world, they don't crave anything fancy c: (but if someone offered them something "fancier" they wouldn't say no, they'd think it was sweet)

💥 COLLISON: Grey tends to be pretty good at regulating and dealing with their emotions for the most part, but they do tend to struggle with actually talking about the more intense emotions like depression with others... They tend to clam up and try to figure things out by themselves even though they are great at helping others process and work through similar situations. They definitely need to take their own advice but they're working on it!! Also exhaustion I guess?? They don't let themselves rest enough :( They also don't enjoy being angry, even though they know that anger has its time and place

🕷️ SPIDER: Grey's biggest fear is losing everyone they love and care about. They've already lost their parents to a horrifically violent situation, so the idea that they could lose their significant other and all their friends in a similar manner?? it absolutely paralyzes them with fear and they dread it every single day. As for irrational fears, they technically have one, but I would almost call it more of an irrational superstition than a fear: the sun makes them nervous because everything awful that has happened to them has been on a sunny day :)

FIACHNA:

🕷️ SPIDER: Fiachna's biggest fear is actually incredibly similar to Grey's! :) He cares about far fewer people than they do (mostly just his wife), and unfortunately for him, his biggest fear actually came to fruition because of his own actions. I don't want to get too much into spoilers, but oh buddy, you fucked up immensely. He's also afraid of iron since he's a fae/fae-adjacent creature, but it's neither an irrational one nor as worrisome as losing the person he cares about.

🌌 MILKY WAY: Fiachna was heavily inspired by the púca from Celtic mythology! They're shapeshifting trickster creatures, and what better creature is there to represent a bastard character? >:)c Pretty much the first thing I decided about him was that he was a bastard, but once I started to develop him more, he changed SO MUCH. One thing was making him trans, because that has honestly given me so much more material to work with him and it makes me INSANE. Also this song in particular was what really inspired me to develop him more: https://open.spotify.com/track/4bd2syoHunggIjewdw8KiA?si=95d040e401e24b3d

🎭 MASKS: shockingly, Fiachna actually doesn't change his behavior much depending on who he's interacting with for the most part! He's gonna be cocky and kinda annoying regardless of who you are, but he will tone it down a notch IF he likes you (likewise he'll also dial up the obnoxious factor if you annoy him, but he might also just poof you to the fae realm if you piss him off enough). The one person who actually got to see his true personality (pretty quiet, respectful, and thoughtful, even if he won't admit it) was his wife, but uhh... shit happened :) There's definitely more that I could say here but it is unfortunately lots of spoilers, but we'll get there eventually hehe

#melancoffee ocs #grey #fiachna #WAH THANK YOU AIDEN #LOVE YOU #you picked the spider emoji and these two specifically on purpose and I see what you did #I SEE WHAT YOU DID #thank you again for question though <3

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Apple Juice - GrillbyxReader one-shot

Something I wrote a while back on AO3 when I was particularly miserable and in need of the firehusband. I’m gonna post it here now. Hope you guys like it! Probably gonna post oneshots I come up with here, while my multi-chapter stuff will stay on AO3 and be linked.

Title: Apple Juice Pairing: Grillby/Reader Word Count: 2057 Warnings: Mentions of Menstration, but no pronouns are used for reader.

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Life for you was as average as the next person.

You had good parents, and a fairly good childhood. You didn’t have any real health issues. You had an apartment, and a job at a bake shoppe you could commute to with public transport. You had a loving and supportive boyfriend.

Well, your boyfriend was a monster, a fire elemental name Grillby to be exact, so maybe that was your little bit of something that made you different.

But anyway, you couldn’t really complain about your life. You trudged steadily on. Even when Mother Nature decided to come knocking, or a bug decided to screw with you, you marched forward, without complaint.

It seems Mother Nature had decided it wanted to let you have a general state of misery this week. With the heat wave going through, it would have been only just tolerable, but it seems that someone had decided to bless you this go around. You still felt like you wanted to eat anything and everything while feeling too bloated to even eat a grain of rice, and you were still a little more snippy than normal, but your flow was lighter than normal, and your cramps were nearly nonexistent. Maybe this week wouldn’t be so bad.

The next day, half way through your shift, your throat was feeling a bit scratchy.

You prayed it was just you being thirsty, with the heat wave going through and being around ovens all afternoon. But, as the day went on, your throat only got worse.

You knew the beginnings of a cold in your body. And you wondered what god in the heavens you pissed off for them to decide that having your period or a cold wasn’t enough, you had to suffer through both at the same time.

You mentally through your arms up and cursed out the gods.

After work you went out to the nearby pharmacy and bought two bags of cough drops, a box of tissues, Dayquil and Nyquil, and a pack of apple juice cartons. If you were gonna suffer through this, you were going to do it prepared.

By this time, you could feel your nose begin to run. Fuck everything.

Returning to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, loot in tow, the only response you got when he saw you with groceries from the Rite Aid down the street was a quirk of his firy eyebrow. He probably saw the apple juice.

“It’s not going to be a fun week for me.” You shruged. Grillby’s face pinched in concern.

“You only… buy that… when you have…. fallen ill.” He gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. Grillby sometimes had trouble speaking, and normally used sign language, especially when working at his bar. But, when he felt comfortable enough with someone, like you and his regulars, he would choose to speak. His voice was soft and low, like the embers of a fire about to go out. He would speak slowly, carefully pronouncing each word. You had told him a number of times that you didn’t mind him not speaking, but he insisted on it.

“Yeah, and I wish I wasn’t so familiar with the signs of it.” You sighed, your head dropping onto Grillby’s shoulder. “But, shit happens. And now, I’m dealing with it. I’ll be fine, it’s just going to be a little harder now.” Grillby tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, nuzzling and kissing your temple.

“I will… be here for you. Always. And I… will do my best…. to comfort you.”

You smiled and hugged him tight. His heat was soothing, especially when your cramps were bad or your muscles were sore. He was soothing in general, with his quiet affections, a sweet reassurances. How did you get so lucky?

As you two turned in for the night, you popped the Nyquil before exiting the bathroom and crawled into bed with Grillby.

—–

It was… ok of a day. It was a back and forth thing all day. It was a Tuesday, so while it was slow enough that you could do everything you needed far ahead of schedule, it meant shit for tips. While your lighter than normal period didn’t give you any paralyzing cramps, the cold had made your body ache tenfold from normal. Even your medicine was having a fit. What with the Dayquil allowing you to breathe, but your throat still felt like it was on fire. Then you had run out of cough drops you had jammed in your pocket before leaving, and the Dayquil had decided it would stop working just after your shift.

To top it off, it was raining with a particularly oppressing mugginess. This usually happened after heatwaves, and while you liked the rain, the sleepiness it brought you was not welcome right now, and the mugginess made you feel sticky. So, you sat at the train station, stuffed up, achy, exhausted, irritated, and miserable, wanting nothing more than to go home.

Once the train arived and you could finally head home, you wondered if you should stop by the bar. Rain usually meant the bar was busier than normal, with people trying to get out from the downpour, but coupled with the humidity, you were sure Grillby was feeling a little suffocated. With your mind made up, you walked the 10 minutes to the restaurant after the train stopped at your destination.

As you predicted, the bar was a little more crowded than normal. Luckily, there was a seat over at the bar, right next to a very familiar figure. You plopped down in the stool, fully expecting the woopie cusion.

Sans snickered beside you, but you didn’t feel up to lightly chiding him as you normally did. Instead, you just rested your head on the countertop. And that seemed to alert Sans to your poor state. His eye sockets widened in shock.

“Whoa. You uh… you ok there?” You stared blankly at the space in front of you. You were thankful for his concern, but you could only make a ‘mmrrreerrgggg’ sort of sound in response with your now sore throat.

“Sounds like you’re about to uh… croak, hehe.”

Of course he would make that joke.

“I’ll let you have that one. Kinda walked into it anyway.” You chuckled a bit with him, despite the wheezy sound to your laugh.

“Ok, but seriously, are you alright?” He placed a cool, skeletal hand on your forehead. “You don’t really feel warm.”

“Don’t get fevers with colds anymore. Haven’t had a fever since… mmmiddle school? I think I read somewhere that it’s uncommon in adults.”

“Huh, ok then. But, I’ve seen you sick before and you were… not so obviously miserable?”

“Got a double whammy. I’m also on my period.” Sans winced. He also was familiar with you on your worst of menstrual days. “Yeah, it’s been rough.”

“And… I am hoping…. that this…. will help a bit.” Grillby seemed to appear out of nowhere, producing a little box of apple juice from somewhere under the bar. Sans seemed very confused. You on the other hand, were practically beaming.

“Thank you, dear.” You took the carton, pulling off the little plastic bendy straw and poking it through the hole in the top of the carton. You took a big sip, feeling the juice cool your throat, and sighed.

“What.” Sans looked completely lost. He looked from you to Grillby, hoping for an answer while gesturing helplessly to the apple juice.

“It is… a comfort thing… for them.” Grillby explained.

“Ah. Right. Only family and Grillby know about this.” You waved the carton a bit in reference. “See, when you’re a human child, you’re not really able to swallow pills yet. So, they came up with nasty liquid stuff that ruins your taste buds for a while. Mom normally tried to give us OJ to wash it down, but I didn’t like the way the medicine made it taste, so I ended up refusing it altogether. Then mom went and bought cartons of apple juice, and I could actually tolerate the taste of it after taking medicine. So, that was all I ever had to drink when I had a cold. When I got old enough to figure out how to swallow pills, juice boxes just became a comfort thing. It’s still what I buy when I’m sick.”

“You couldn’t have bought like, a jug of the stuff? It would probably last longer.” Sans questioned.

“I am an adult. I have a job, I pay bills, I will drink my fucking apple juice, that I bought, from a carton if I want to.” Sans raised his arms in a surrender motion.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry for questioning the apple of your juice boxes.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. “You know, if I didn’t know you and Grillbz as well as I do, I almost would have thought he was subtly calling you childish. But you’re not wine-y enough and G would never do something so unjuicetifiable.”

“Yup, ok, that’s it. I’m going back to the apartment. And I’m taking my apple juice with me.” You got off the stool and walked around behind the bar, Sans laughing all the while. You gave your boyfriend a peck on the lips and a quick squeeze. “See you tonight. Don’t work too hard. I love you.”

“Take your medicine…. and get… some rest. I love you.” He hugged you back and placed a kiss on your forhead. You left the bar, feeling a little lighter.

—

It was some hours later that Grillby finally returned home. He shucked off his coat and shoes and glanced around. The lights were off, but he could hear the sound of the tv in the living room.

“Grillby…?” Came your raspy voice. Entering the living room showed you, sitting up on the couch, hair askew and sleep clouding your eyes. He then noticed a few empty juice boxes, one of the bags of cough drops with several wrappers, used tissues, and an empty pill pack on the table. You must have been waiting up for him, but the drowsiness caused by the Nyquil must have put you to sleep. He had told you to get some rest, not stay up for him. He sighed and shook his head, smiling fondly at you.

“Come on. Let us… get to bed.” Grillby carefully scooped you up. You mumbled a bit, but curled into him, your arms looping loosely around his shoulders. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you out on the bed before climbing in next to you. You subconsciously rolled over to cuddle him like always, and he returned it by pulling you closer.

“Love you…” You muttered.

“And I, you.” Grillby gently brushed strands of hair from your face. Even in sleep, you still had a slight look of misery. Tomorrow, he was going to make you something nice for breakfast, and maybe take the day off.

And he did just that. Since it had been your day off as well, Grillby greeted you that morning with waffles and more boxes of apple juice. You were delighted, mood shooting up. You two then spent the day on the couch, cuddling and watching movies. He used his heat to soothe your aches and would bring you whatever you needed. You at one point had jokingly told Grillby not to coddle you, but that had gotten a reply of kisses all over your face, making you giggle horsely.

“It is not…. coddling if… you are… feeling so terrible. I will not… stand to… see you miserable. I promised… to take care…. of you. And I will.” You buried yourself into his embrace, feeling overwhelmed by his dedication to you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You croaked, no longer sure it was the cold affecting your voice. You peeked up from his chest when you felt him move, finding a box in you line of sight.

“Juice?” He offered. The medicine must be making you loopy, because the sudden offer of the juice box after his little proclamation made you laugh.

Life was average for you. But, when it decided to throw you a curveball, you were glad you had to have someone so loving by your side.

#sync's writings #undertale #grillby #x reader #grillby x reader #menstruation #sick fic #one shot

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