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Dancer!Reader Gets Hurt

CW:kinda angsty, some swearing, blind joke, she/her pronouns, kinda scary(idk tbh)

A/N: You guys voted, so here I am delivering. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I feel like Jane Villanueva when I write lol. K bye<3

When you and Matt first met, he made it his mission to protect you at all cost. Whether that be from creepy strangers, the frat boys on campus, or the scary mean girls in your dance class. You had told Matt many horror stories about the “bitches” in your class. They hated you since day one. Something about you being Miss Flynn’s favorite student even though you joined the class later than everyone else. And being the sweet boyfriend he is, he agreed with you. 

During a particular week, Miss Flynn had called out sick with the flu, but encouraged the class to continue using the studio as needed.

You guys were gearing up for a new spring showcase coming up in the next few weeks. You were especially ecstatic about your small classical part in the show. It would be your first time dancing solo. And hopefully the requitors in the audience would ask you to come and dance with them once you graduated. All nerves were out in the open. Most of the girls were super proud of you, knowing it’s a tough position to be in, but knew you could handle it and were definitely gonna kill it. 

Sydney and Madison thought it was stupid. “That bitch came here in sophomore year and thinks she can just kiss ass to the top. I bet she’s sleeping with the choreographer or something.” It was laughable how the two older girls always thought you had to be sleeping with somebody in the arts department to get your solo. Especially because everyone knew you were so obviously dating the sweet blind law student who always sat in the corner of the studio waiting to walk you back to your dorm.

“Yeah. She’s probably cheating on that blind guy. He wouldn’t even be able to see it coming. Poor guy, he’d be better off with someone like me.” Little did they know, Matt was extremely aware of their weird feelings. The two of them would constantly ask him random questions and be in his personal space. As if you weren't a few feet away, practicing with Miss Flynn in the same room. He always chose to just brush them off and go back to whatever it was he was doing before. 

Today was no different. Matt knew your nerves were off the charts, so he volunteered to stay with you the next few days while you practiced extra hours. Unfortunately today, he had been forced to help Foggy study for their upcoming test that was stressing him to hair loss. He sent you a sweet “Sorry about tonight, again. I promise to make it up to you as soon as I can, Rosie. ‘Sad face emoji’ ‘heart emoji’” He was so darn adorable. How could you be mad at him when he acts so sweet? 

Practice went great tonight. You had been there for almost 2 hours working with some of the other girls, too. When it was time to go, you decided to hit up the locker rooms to freshen up before going to your dorm. Thankfully, the room was still clean and empty.

The cool water on your muscles felt like absolute heaven on Earth. Your hands gilded across your body slowly and thoughtfully, massaging every area that had been giving you trouble. Once you were done, you wrapped a towel around yourself and walked back to the locker area. The sound of the door opening and closing took you out of your short daze. “Hello?” You craned your neck around the corner when there was no response. You continued drying off and clothing yourself; taking a seat on the bench. Another loud noise echoed off the walls. This time, you stood up grabbing your things and shoving them in your bag as quickly as possible. Trying your best to be quiet, you headed for the door.

Going down each aisle of lockers, no one was seen. You continued closer to the door, grabbing your phone and earbuds as you reached it. Putting one in and dialing your boyfriend’s number, you stayed cautious. Matt had finally picked up the phone with a cheerful “hello.” “Hey Matty. I’m on my way to your dorm. I think someone’s following me.” He perked up on the other side of the phone, immediately hushing a confused Foggy. “Are you okay? Where are you? I’ll meet you there.” You shook your head, walking down the long hallway. “Um. Arts building by the new locker rooms. The ones on the higher floors.”

You took a quick breath before turning around. Nothing. “I’m really scared, Matty. It’s so fucking dark and quiet over here. I heard someone come into the room, but I couldn’t see anyone.” Matt starts haphazardly putting his shoes on, nerves spiking with yours. “Okay. I’m on my way. Just stay on the phone okay. Foggy and I are coming to get you.”

Another loud bang had you quickening your pace. You started to speed up closer to the stairs, holding your phone and bag close to your body. “Okay. Just hurry cause I think they- ahhhh.” “Y/n. Hello? Y/n”

A/N: Did I spook you guys? Are you guys mad at the cliffhanger? Are you biting your nails off? Well don't! Cause I did write a part 2 that you will be getting soon. hehehehe I deadass was writing this shit like I was A from Pretty Little Liars. Like I literally was giggling my ass off so hard. But I was also low-key scared cause I always put myself in my reader's shoes in my mind(if that makes sense), so I literally was paranoid as hell. Anyways, tell me your guys' thoughts. I hope you liked it

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chapter five

4.3k words

Fifth chapter of eight count.

The morning after with her felt like I was in a different dimension of my life. We fixed her bed with new sheets, I rolled my eyes as she insisted that we fix the bed completely. I let her know I never did, that I found it pointless before jumping in and messing up the neatly made up bed we had just spent twenty minutes arranging. She eventually jumped in too, her laughter mixing with mine as we wrinkled the covers and knocked down some pillows. Her body shifted towards mine, lips brushing mine gently before pressing a kiss onto them. 

We went to a small bakery for breakfast that I came to every once in a while, making sure it was in the opposite direction of Birmingham’s. She was too nosy when it came to my so-called job there and I wanted to avoid it at all cost. Our breakfast was spent sharing two different pastries as she couldn’t make up her mind and cups of coffee each. She surprised me then, insisting I get a key to her apartment so that I could let myself in while she was at work. It was strange to me, knowing her less than a week but feeling like I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

We walked to a local hardware store after, quickly making a key before heading back to her place. She was talkative the entire time, almost as if she never had someone to express all her thoughts too. I learned she liked to snack on white cheddar popcorn, always had a bowl ready to quickly reach into. We attempted to play blackjack on her coffee table, but ended up building paper houses out of the cards. Some two stories, others single story homes.

“I always wanted an entire loft like building for myself. I make enough to probably get something like that…but now the space would seem too empty and big for just me,” she smiled, starting to add a third story to one carefully.

“I’d follow you there too, we could call it the house of broken hearts,” I bit my lip, a soft peach blush on her cheeks.

“What makes you think I have a broken heart?” She said softly, eyes locked on mine.

“It’s a hunch, if everything else of you, is as similar to me as the things we’ve shared, I’d say we share a broken heart too,” I shrugged and she nodded, looking down to her paper houses.

“Hmm, maybe you’re right, bashful, maybe you’re right.”

—

I hadn’t seen her today since she placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving for work. She had done this the past two mornings before work and each time I wished I could pull her against me; hold her there the rest of the day. I had been sleeping on the couch as well these past two nights, trying to keep some decency in our newly formed friendship. I didn’t want her to think she was just a sexual fixture in my life, I wanted her to know I was able to make this more than just that.

Packing up my gym bag with everything I needed for tonight’s fight made me jittery. It was both my ego and nerves trying to take over my mind. I needed to win this fight to make bills for the next month, I also needed the win to not feel like the weak bastard my father thought I was. 

Throwing my shoes in my bag, I looked around the apartment making sure I didn’t leave a mess. I didn’t want Emilia to come home from work stressed out and cleaning. Once I made sure everything was in order, I threw my bag over my shoulder and made my way out, locking the door behind me. 

My body moved toward the elevator but my feet stopped me, eyes glancing over to my apartment door. I licked my lips as they went dry, wondering if he was okay. We had heard his drunken movements at night as we settled, but I hadn’t been back. I bought clothes with some of the extra money Brad had given, knowing if my father needed groceries, he would sober up enough to get himself bread, cheese and more beer.

I closed my eyes, shaking my head continuing my way off of this floor and to the lobby. When I got to the bottom, Richard whistled, catching my attention instantly.

“Rich! Good day!” I smiled, gripping on tighter to my bag, walking over to him as his eyes narrowed, “Or not good day?”

“She’s special, Harry. She’s smart, responsible, and incredibly kind. Her heart is too big for her own good,” he said sternly, eyes burning into mine.

“I know that. I see it. She’s been good to me with no real reason to be,” I said, watching as his eyes trailed to my gym bag.

“She know about that?” His chin pointing in its direction.

“No. I don’t want her involved in that. You know it’s probably best she doesn’t get involved in it,” I swallowed, until eventually he gave a soft nod.

“I know you’re a good kid, Harry. She is too. I just don’t want broken hearts all over my lobby floor,” he raised an eyebrow and I couldn’t help but chuckle nodding my head.

“I don’t have enough heart left for that. I’m afraid she’d leave a black hole and nothing else,” I raised both eyebrows before turning on my heels, “Bye Rich.”

I pushed my way through the apartment doors, quickly heading towards Birmingham’s. Brad and I had done so much work for tonight’s fight, I knew I could take him down in one round easily, two if I wanted to make a show out of it. I would have my title back from this dumbass and that was all that truly concerned me.

As I finally walked in the doors of Birmingham’s I was greeted by Jacob and Brad hanging at the bar.

“Well, well, well it’s our champ! You ready to knock him the fuck out tonight?” Jacob quipped, Brad laughing.

“Fuck yeah. Get him out of this bar for at least a month,” I snickered making Jacob roll his eyes.

“Don’t exactly appreciate you scaring away paying customers,” he tilted his head at me and I sat next to Brad.

“I bring in about half of the people on fight nights, I can chase away one,” I shot back, Brad pointing at me with her drink.

“His point is valid lad,” Jacob narrowed his eyes, tuning to grab a small glass, filling it with some cherries and handing it to me. I smiled, glancing down at my usual, normally topped off with some cold Coca Cola if it wasn’t a fight night. I grabbed a cherry, popping it off the stem with my teeth.

“Yeah, well, you better not start sucking then. They’ll stop coming around if all you do is lose their money. Even today, most bets on the table are in favor of you winning,” Jacob said, sliding over his bet log. I glanced over it quickly, looking at how much I would make from the entry fee alone if I won.

“Don’t worry. I ain’t losing anymore. Not in my nature,” I winked, eating another cherry.

“So, did you finally grow the balls to tell your girl about tonight?” Brad elbowed my arm, my eyes narrowing at him.

“She’s not my girl…not like that anyway. I don’t want her involved in this world. She’s too good for this, trust me. Plus, the legality of it all, I’m sure it would mess with her job,” I ran my fingers through my hair, twisting the strands and pulling at them tightly.

“You gotta tell her eventually. What’s she going to think when you come home with a couple bruises tonight or those stitches opened up again?” Brad shot back.

“I’ll deal with it when I get there. Right now, she doesn’t need this, so let’s just drop it,” I said, biting two cherries at once, “Let’s talk schedule, what are the fights looking like tonight?”

Jacob, flipped around the bet book, looking for the schedule running his finger down the order of events, “We have two fights before you, you go on at 12, near closing time. Best spot.”

“Perfect, Hopefully Louis’ ass can stay sober enough to stand through it, if not, Brad you’ll be the stand in manager and coach,” we both nodded at each other.

“We got this, bruv, winners,” Brad patted my back as we got lost in conversation.

“God, just one more hour,” I sighed, rubbing my eyes from how tired I was. Today had been long, no major losses in the ward, just pain and struggle. Jo didn’t look any happier with today, but we held on to the knowledge that tomorrow was our last shift before a four day break. 

“Watch it be the hour from hell. You know I could use a drink tonight. I wanna go home, get dolled up, look sexy as fuck and well - get fucked,” she smirked and I couldn’t help but chuckle. My thighs clench slightly at the thought of having Harry in my bed tonight. He had been so respectful since the first time we slept together, but I wanted nothing more than to hear him call me pretty girl in my ear.

I bit my lip, running my tongue against it, “Let’s do that! Let’s go home, get dolled up, you can meet me at my place and we can go to Birmingham’s and get drunk. You can meet Harry, he’s working tonight!” I smiled brightly, like the idea of having someone important to introduce.

“I can meet the man that has my best friend on a whole different planet? Sign me up. Plus, Jacob always gives me free drinks!” She shimmed her shoulders, winking at me. I laugh, shaking my head as I close up some files, turning to the computer to log information in, “So he’s just been there this week? And hasn’t try to put a move on you at all?”

“Well..,” I sucked my lower lip in between my teeth and giggled, my eyes glancing over at her. I cleared my throat and whispered so only she could hear, “we hooked up the first morning after he stayed over. We just got caught up in the moment, but since then, nothing has happened. I think he’s trying to be respectful, because we kiss and touch. Just hasn’t been sexual.”

Jo’s jaw dropped, she took hold of my arm, rolling her chair over closer to mine, “You got laid and didn’t share. You know I live through these moments, it’s why we share!”

“I honestly thought you would be upset at me! You told me to be careful, and here I am, having him in my apartment and fucking him!” I exclaimed quietly, making her laugh. 

“Did you use a condom?” She said, my eyes widening as she hit my head softly with a file, “That’s not being careful!”

Scrunching my nose, I giggled, “I took care of things, I just - God Jo, it was so fucking hot. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed him to just keep touching me.”

I breathed out, Jo stomping her feet playfully on the ground, hugging me close to her, squealing out “God, I love sex.”

Bursting into laughter, I smacked her arm until she finally freed me, “He’s friends with Jacob you know? We could have a double date!” 

“Jacob and I don’t do double dates. We fuck. That’s where that ends, but, for you, I guess,” Jo said rolling her eyes, even though deep down I knew she wanted nothing more than to make it more than just casual sex. 

“You’re so generous,” I smirked, shaking my head a bit, “Okay, so it’s set then, Birmingham’s after work. We will wash off the day, get cute and get drunk.” 

She watched me as I clapped my hands in excitement, laughing and pushed back to her area of the desk and continuing her work.

— 

I smoothed on a layer of a mauvey lipstick on top of my favorite brown liner, blotting my lips against each other; my signature peach blush on my cheeks. Jo was five minutes away, we would pregame with some shot for courage before heading to Birmingham’s. It was silly, needing liquid courage, as if Harry hadn’t made my home his - but he was always so quiet about work. Secretive almost, not embarrassed, just…secretive. A knock on my door snapped me out of thoughts and I quickly closed my lipstick, moving to open the door for Jo. 

“I bring Don Julio and Patron. Options!” She exclaimed, bringing in her scent of cherry vanilla with her, dressed in a black jumpsuit that hugged her just right.

“Patron is the only option!” I snatched the bottle from her, quickly making my way over to the kitchen. I pulled out shot glasses and quickly served us shots.

“So did you tell Harry we were coming? I told Jacob we would be stopping by,” she smiled as we clinked the shot glasses and down them quickly. I scrunched my face at the burn of the tequila, shaking my head.

“No. I figured I would surprise him looking like this,” I winked, twirling to show off my loose gold satin dress, and dainty strappy heels.

“You know what, it’ll be the best surprise of his life, and I won’t blame you if you sneak him away,” she smacked my ass before serving another shot.

“Oh hush, alright, I made us sandwiches, two more shots and then we are out!” I said, gliding over to my fridge and pulling out the two sandwiches I had made us earlier. She reached over and began eating as we chatted about what our days off would consist of. We agreed to go shopping the day after tomorrow just in case tonight ended with both of us with me in our beds.

Once our sandwiches were done we took our final shot then quickly grabbed our purses and headed out. I was thankful Birmingham’s wasn't too far off, both because of the cold and also because the shots were starting to course through me. I was as nervous at the thought of surprising Harry, but excited all at the same time.

We pushed through the bar door, Jo squinting her eyes until she spotted Jacob and squealing, “Sugar!” She loosened her grip on my running towards the bar, Jacob rounding the corner and smiling at her.

“Baby face, look at you,” Jacob smirked at her, drinking her up as I approached the bar sitting next to where Jo stood. Jacob’s eyes landed on me, “Hey E, how’s the night going?”

“Good, in need of a good ranch water with a extra twist,” I winked and he chuckled.

“Alrighty and you Jo?” 

“Tequila. Straight,” she smirked and I couldn’t help but snicker at my best friend’s straightforwardness.

He chuckled and nodded, my eyes rolling as Jo took her seat, “Alright, coming right up. Make sure to keep the freaks away until I get back.”

I saluted at him, before biting my lip and tapping my fingers on the bar top. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander around, trying to spot the unruly hair that I loved tangling my fingers in.

“You see him?” Jo said, her voice snapping me in her direction.

“No. I mean, I see a bar back, but it’s not him. Maybe he got off already? But..he said he would be home late. So - I don’t actually know.”

She nodded as Jacob made his way back, placing our drinks in front of us, “Here you go, I gotta work the bar, I’ll be back.”

“Wait sugar! Question, where is Harry?” Jo said confidently, my cheeks flushing. 

I watched as Jacob’s brows furrowed, looking around quickly then back at us. He crossed his arms in front of his body, leaning forward on the bar, “How do you both know about that?”

Jo and I quickly glanced at each other then back at Jacob, “Know about what?” I said, tilting my head.

“Harry, the boxing…that’s what you're asking about right?” He said, eyes narrowed, but before I had a chance to speak, Jo spoke quickly.

“Obviously, we just didn’t get the full details,” she smiled, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair.

“Alright, normally there is a twenty dollar buy in, but I’ll swing it for you both. Take your drink, these tickets and head down that back door marked employee entrance. You’ll reach the stairs, you’ll hear the crowd, just follow the noise. He already started so, hurry, I’m sure he’s going to be done with that pus quickly.”

My mind tried to wrap around everything Jacob had just said, Jo’s hand wrapping around my arm and pulling me up. I followed her in a daze, drinking in hand as we followed Jacob’s directions. As we approached the stairs and made our way down, I could hear what sounded like a crowd, cheering and booing. Voices overlapping more than just those at a bar. 

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyeline fell on a boxing rink, surrounded by drunken men and a couple of women. In the rink was a tall slim blonde, ducking to avoid punches coming from a curly haired brunette. My curly hair brunette, Harry. My hand quickly came to my mouth, seeing Harry throw a punch and miss, followed by a quick punch to his stitched up eyebrow.

Harry lost his balance slightly, moving back until he found his footing, moving so quickly none of us including the other boxer expected it. He threw three quick blows, before they both moved into a hug, the makeshift referee approaching to seperate them.

“Uhm? This is a unique bar back?” Jo yelled into my ear, my face turning towards her brows furrowed.

“I can’t believe he lied,” I shot back.

“Hey, maybe he had a reason,” Jo quickly said as I shook my head.

“This is so stupid, beyond dang—…” I was interrupted by the crowd's screams and yells, the bell indicating the fight had ended ringing in my ears. Harry’s arm was held up by the referee, two other men running up and hugging him, lifting him up on their shoulders.

“I gotta go,” I said quickly, moving through the crowd to the ring, trying to find Harry in the haze of things. I could see the top of his head, his dimples imprinted on his cheeks coming into view. I swallowed, pressing my lips tightly together before finally calling out to him, “Harry.”

I saw his shoulders tense, his face turning to glance over his shoulder before completely turning around. Confusion seemed to be his primary expression before it softened into his sweet smile. His sweet smile that I needed to go away and not distract from the anger I felt in my chest.

“Emilia…what are you doing here?” He said, almost hesitant to step towards me.

“Thought I was going to surprise you at work, maybe hang out after you were off,” I chewed on my lip.

“Did you…do you see the entire fight?” He said softly, his hands moving to his hair, he was nervous, it was obvious.

“Caught the end it seems…so this is what you do? This is your job?” I said sternly, straight to the point.

He studied my face, my eyes not leaving his as he did, “Yeah. This is how I get my money. It usually covers rent and the bills, plus some savings.”

I bit my lip, shaking my head, “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

His face pulled back slightly, “What?”

“Yes, there is no proper medical team, your wound is open again which can be dangerous on its own, not to mention completely illegal. This is so stupid, Harry. And you lied to me.”

“Of course I did! Look how you’re reacting! Fucking shaming me, for trying to make a living the only way I know how,” he scoffed, biting his lip and shaking his head.

“This isn’t the only way! There are so many other ways to make a living, to get a good—…”

“….a good what?! Job? Job that understands my father is a drunk who will make me miss work more than days I can physically attend? That will pay me in one day what I can make here in one night. Not all of us are privileged, Emilia!” He growled at me, eyebrows knitting together, arms crossing in front of my body.

“Excuse me?” 

“Privileged. Things handed to them if you need a clearer definition,” he smirked, arrogantly chuckling under his breath.

“Things have not been handed to me! I have worked hard for every bit of the life I have!” I yelled, finding myself moving closer to his face, trying to match his towering height, not letting him make me feel small.

“Yeah? Nothing at all? And when you went to school? Did daddy pay for that? Or the government because you lost your father in service?” He shot back, words stinging like a dagger straight to my heart. I felt myself shrivel back down to small, tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to fall.

I back away slowly, chewing on my inner cheek and lip, “Fuck you, Harry.”

He moved to close the distance between us, face so close our noses lined up, “You already did,” he smirked, looking from one eye to the other before walking around me and leaving me in the wake of a crowd I didn’t realize had stayed behind to watch the argument.

Looking around desperately, I felt Jo rush into me, arms wrapping tightly around my body, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

I pushed past her quickly, cursing myself under my breath for handling everything the way I had. I felt cornered, attacked, I reacted the way I normally would with my father - only making bile crawl up my throat. I reached the small changing area for the boxer, pushing to the sink in the back, allowing my entire body weight to rest on my hands as I held on.

A hand gripped at my shoulder, my eyes peeking up in the mirror to see Jacob. I shook my head and looked down at the sink, “What’s up?”

“First…I didn’t realize that was her. She knew of you, so I just sent her down. I thought it was part of the plan to come see you,” Jacob said, Brad and the guys obviously having informed him. 

Or Emilia herself.

“It doesn’t even fucking matter, I just met her, don’t mean shit,” I said, further amount of bile forming, clearing my throat to make it go away.

Jacob nodded small, “And secondly…Percy Maddox was here tonight. Saw you fight. He’s waiting for you upstairs, made me empty a booth out for you. A meeting with Percy Maddox is a big deal, Harry. He doesn’t come to Birmingham’s often.”

I closed my eyes, exhaling through my nose before standing up and rolling my shoulders back, “Where’s Lou and Brad?”

“Already buying him a round.” Jacob said, my tongue licking my dry lips as I nodded.

“Right, just gotta clean up.”

—

Looking around, I spotted the boys sitting at the back booth, Lou calling me over with his hand. I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at my curls as I walked over. As I turned the corner to sit next to Lou, I took in the great Percy Maddox - heart instantly dropping into my stomach.

He was well dressed, almost too overdressed for a bar like Birmingham’s. Shiny gold watch on his wrist, matching the chain around his neck. He smiled, taking me in as he sipped his drink, thumb coming up to wipe at his lips.

“Harry Styles. Did you know everyone in mainstream boxing has heard about you already? Some up and coming boxer, illegally making his name in a bar - sounds like the story of a legend,” he shrugged, making me laugh a bit.

“I wasn’t aware of my impact. This just pays the bills,” I said shortly, not really sure how I wanted this meeting to go.

“You could be paying the bills and more, with my help obviously. PR, best matches, traveling the world, strong team behind you.” 

“I already have the best team, these two have obviously gotten me noticed by the likes of you. Which obviously means something impactful,” I said, glancing over to Lou and Brad, nervous smiles on their faces.

This moment meant everything to Brad, I knew it. I didn’t want to sabotage anything for him, but I needed it to be known they were my team. Even dumbass, Lou.

“You make valid points, Harry, and I wouldn’t remove them from your side. It’s obvious this came from the work of three not just one. I’ve had many boxers come under my wing with a team, and we’ve managed.” 

“So you want me on your team?” I said carefully.

“I want you to show me you deserve to be on my team. Two weeks. I pick the opponent, you prep for it, come ready, show me you can be a Maddox Management boxer,” Percy proposed, our eyes steady on each other.

“And when I prove I am?” I countered making him laugh.

“Contracts will be drawn up, for the three of you,” he took a long sip of his drink, my hand moving to tangle into my curls.

Licking my lips I nodded, “Alright. Lou give him your number and set everything up. If you’ll excuse me, my pops needs my assistance tonight. Good night.” 

I stood up, holding my hand out to him which he took and we shook. 

“Looking forward to seeing you on my ring,” he winked, my head nodding a bit before turning and walking away.

[luciel-anciel]

Bite the hand, that feeds you.

(Chapter 2) (Vince x Rody)

Chapter 1 :

'Have you ever just loved someone so much that you wanna tie them up or saw all their limbs, so they wouldn't escape you?'

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, the pale man, puffed out the smoke, it disappeared as soon as it escaped his dry lips. The night was cold, the streetlamp barely giving any light— his sleeve shirt, barely warmed him from the cold but not that he minded anyway.

He leaned against his balcony, the white dots spread across the vast skies. It was such a blissful night, romantic even if one were to have a spouse with them.

"It's lovely, isn't it?" The corner of his lips twitched into an apprehensive smile, one filled with cockiness and disdain. He looked below him and watched as his beloved partner, bellowed on his feet.

With no limbs, how can he fly away? He can't fly away. Those were Vince's thoughts and it pleased him even though it was a pathetic sight to behold— it was sickening indeed.

The visible under-eye bags telling tales of relentless nights, Vince's bloodshot eyes screamed exhaustion. His desperation clung to Rody like a shadow; though he physically made sure that the brunette couldn't escape him, there was still slight paranoia that gnawed at him like insects.

Often awake to stare at Rody sleeping, following his pattern, his small breaths, just— something to tell him that he wouldn't escape if he allowed the deep slumber to consume him.

He'd stare with wide eyes, at the sleeping brunette, terrified that if he blinked, he'd wake up to an empty bed. The erratic rhythm of Rody's breath became Vince's lifeline, a feeble attempt to anchor himself in a world that threatened to crumble with every fleeting moment of rest.

"Please, please, please—this is just a nightmare." Rody's whimpering echoed in Vincent's ears, the man is a colossal crybaby. Yet, in his mind, Vincent's infatuation deepened, clinging to hope like a drowning man to a raft, as if the repeated words gave him relief, the nightmare felt more like a fleeting dream.

"Get used to this, this is your life now."

A sinister delight simmered within Vince, akin to a chef savoring the creation of an exquisite dish.

He relit another cigarette and it shielded with his hand "How about we take a walk to the kitchen?"

His dark pupils kept on fixating on Rody's numerous failed attempts to crawl. He licked his lips, relishing in the power to spice Rody's torment to perfection, each whimper a note in his culinary composition.

"Please no! Anything but that!"

"Shush, you don't have any say in this."

It was hilarious, that Vince couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, staring as Rody used nothing more than his stumps to get ahold of himself, whilst he squirmed and cried, hot tears dripping down his tan cheeks.

The brunette's current state reminded the male, of his precious bird as a child. It was adorable even, so stupidly adorable.

A flightless bird, a bird with no wings

He can't fly anymore, he can't run away.

Rody can't run from him— could never run from him. In this god-forsaken world, the only thing that gave him comfort was knowing Rody wasn't able to leave him and he'd cut all the possible solutions.

Though it did take a huge chunk of his life savings to hire a private surgeon— a family doctor if you will, to have all of his pet's limbs stitched up neatly and nicely. Aside from the medical cost, there was that hefty bribe to keep the surgeon's mouth nicely kept shut.

Rody forced himself to crawl towards the kitchen, with Vince occasionally kneeling and whispering in his ear about how good he was as a pet— it destroyed Rody's soul.

Vince's kitchen gleamed with unsettling cleanliness, every surface scrubbed to perfection, a testament to his meticulous nature. But beneath the sharp scent of disinfectant lingered a foul odor, an ominous reminder of something amiss.

The tiles were so clean, that Rody saw his reflection- his face pale and tired from all the blood loss. The pain of loosing everything was evident in his eyes.

"Look up."

Rody refused. Despite the numerous attempts to mask it with the citrusy spray of lemons, the stench of decaying meat hung heavy in the air, refusing to be concealed. The source of the odor was hanging on the ceiling.

"I said—" His lanky pale hands, forcibly grabbed his chin and forced the man to stare above.

Limbs, grotesquely suspended from the ceiling, cast eerie shadows in the sterile kitchen, a chilling juxtaposition to the pristine facade. Each limb bore silent witness to Vince's dark obsession, a macabre display of his twisted mind.

With no body joints anymore, the brunette shamelessly squirmed on the floor.

He saw his limbs, dangling. He hated this

No matter how many times he'd seen his own limbs there- He'd never get over this

His detached limbs now hanging in one of the room as another 'display. It was like meat being dangled on the ceiling, like nothing more than an exotic animal meant for a rich man's personal amusement.

"Vince, I-I just want this to be over with." He wanted the sweet relief of death.

Vince tsked, propping Rody upright and pulling him close. The scent of lemons clung to his skin, the scent of citrus evident on the tan man's breath.

"You say such the most pitiful words." He cooee in a low manner "I'll miss this."

The dark-haired man tenderly, as gently as he could manage, caressed Rody's cheeks and brushed his skin with cold hands. Leaning in, his lips met Rody's, tasting the lingering hint of lemon on his tongue—the only thing he had been force-feeding his precious birdie.

It made him want to devour him whole

He pressed further into the kiss, his teeth grazing the flesh in a seductive dance. Time seemed to stretch, each moment a suspended breath between them

The unsettling kiss, made Rody want to tear off his own skin. Though his body responded mechanically, a sense of discomfort crept over Rody, like a chilling draft seeping through the cracks. With each press of lips, he felt a sense of unease, a growing realization that this intimacy was tainted with something darker, something he couldn't quite name. As Vince's touch lingered, Rody's skin crawled with a silent revulsion, a silent plea echoing in the recesses of his mind for the nightmare to end.

Rody wanted to push Vince away with his hands but what hands? His hands that were hanging, swaying lightly on the ceiling and covered with larvae and flies? Those hands?

The male could only cry. What did he do to deserve being treated like this- to end like this? He felt like passing out the breath being taken away from his lungs.

𝑪 𝑹 𝑼 𝑵 𝑪 𝑯

"Mhmp! Uhm!—"

Blood gushed from his mouth. The man stared at his tormentor with widened eyes, pain overwhelming him as the numbness in his veins was replaced with sheer and intense torture.

Vince laughed, a sound that resonated with a chilling madness. This was the only time he genuinely smiled, his laughter echoing through the room. A small wrinkle formed in the corner of his eyes, but it wasn't a sign of joy; rather, it marked the distortion of sanity.

Droplets of crimson liquid dripped down his mouth, as his laughter held a disconcerting edge, revealing a mind veering into the abyss of obsession.

His laugh sounded warm, it would have been heartwarming if it wasn't for the fact that they were inside a kitchen, rotting with the smell of flesh and larvae scattering around. The tiles were polished but the smell - oh the smell.

This was the only time where his smile seemed 'genuine'

"Hm, what else should I cook?" He savored the taste, lips licked clean of the dripping blood-red liquid staining his white teeth. Delicately, he toyed with Rody's tongue in his mouth.

It was slimy, the texture a bit bumpy but perfect.

"Shhh." He cooed as if taunting him. Vince was an ill-minded man. Perhaps it was finding comfort in violence? Which caused him to tear everything that showed a bit of affection to him. Or maybe it was the gaping void of his mouth as it widened its maw to devour the flesh of his beloved.

"My precious little bird."

Who knows? All he knew was that Rody was stuck with him, in his miserable life. Perhaps life was worth enjoying after all.

"You can't cry, you won't cry for help now. You're here with me. You're stuck with me."

Abruptly rising, Vince locked eyes with Rody. The stark contrast between them revealed who held the reins, his gaze penetrating downward at the man now entirely at his mercy. the man who was at the mercy in his hand.

He toyed with the idea of spitting the chewed-up tongue back at Rody, a final act of spite, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He had already wasted too many of Rody's body parts, so refused to let another flesh go to waste again.

Yet, beneath the facade of satisfaction, a subtle pang of guilt gnawed at Vince's conscience, like a shadow lurking in the depths of his mind but ultimately, he buried those feelings away in favor for his selfish desire

"I won't let you leave me."

[dragoon811]

I am so so tired

What is a rest? What is a good night's sleep? My oldest has a cold and is clingy. My youngest has gone from a kiddo with a good sleep routine and a nighttime cuddle to having the biggest tantrums EVER. I spent THREE hours last night getting her to bed.

I don't know how I stayed calm. I don't.

I say tantrum I mean shrieking "NO! YOU STUPID!" and kicking and hitting and running off and sobbing like she's being murdered and hiding under beds, in closets, etc. Like... please understand. She is a very sweet child. Frilly flannel nightgown with minnie mouse on it. Little wispy hair. Just a full-on nightmare.

And then I had to get the older to sleep. Because it has to be mommy. And she took another HOUR to go to sleep! T__T.

Like...I work full time. I do the grocery shopping. The meal-planning. Wrangling daycare and school. I do most of the cooking. I still have 2 loads of laundry to fold. By time I get the kids to bed? It's too late to vacuum so I pick stuff up by hand and put it in the garbage. I wish I had hardwood - at least I could mop at night. You look crazy, sweeping cheese off of carpet.

I come home and the List wasn't done. Put away laundry? I video'd everything - what it was, where it was. Closets and drawers are labeled. And there is still. laundry. not. put. away. OK. I'll just do it. Litterbox? Floor wasn't swept. Grab the broom and dustpan. Not enough litter put into the box. Do that, too.

Dishes? Hah! A paltry amount. A mountain awaiting wash. And the few that did get washed? Not properly clean.

Fill the diaper bag, make sure there's spare clothes. Wash out the lunch box. Brush hair. Eczema lotion. Style hair. Convince toddler to pick an outfit from the options presented. Meal-prep. School lunches- ensure they're allergy-friendly! School - events, check with teachers, return library books. Holidays! Gotta do valentines. Make sure snow pants are clean and dry. And coats. Don't forget to wash them once a week!

Change sheets. Clean couch cushion covers. Bath time! Let me clean your hair, clean your ears. Trim cats' claws. Play games to learn letters/words/taking turns. Color. Draw. Do Lego and playdoh to strengthen hand muscles.

Playdates/activities. Grocery shopping. Gas in the car. Bills. Clothes for children who seem determined to destroy or outgrow everything. Wear your bra til it falls apart because they're expensive.

Try to reach out to your friends at least once a week so you can TRY to maintain those relationships. It's usually a 5-minute phone call on your drive home because that is the only time you have to yourself.

Be constantly sick. Cry over the price of medicine. Cry over the cost of groceries. Try to find deals. This may mean driving all over town and four different stores.

And all of this dragging two kids and a husband you're taking care of but who would rather play video games for 10 hours and has memory problems. Wonder how much is the illness and how much is incompetence.

Get everything done. Sit...no energy for a book. No energy for a movie or show. No energy to knit or crochet. No energy to write.

Does...does it ever end?

[aurora567]

Lyrical Abstraction Ch. 2

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping, torture, ptsd, trauma, depression, mentions of death, Aoi is anti hero and anti hero society.

Summary: While caring for Deku Aoi is forced to go into his apartment to get his supplies and cloths. Aoi also learns just how big of an All Might fan he is and how much of a fan he is to his fellow hero's.

Word count: 3581

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With clean clothes in hand she quickly headed for her bathroom. A quick shower was much needed as she watched the pink water run down the drain for a few seconds before the water was running clear again. It was a lot to take in knowing that the number one hero was currently taking up her bed as she showered quickly before getting out and throwing on another loose shirt and some leggings this time not wanting to give the poor little sugar cookie a heart attack on top of his blood loss.

Once she was dry and freshly dressed she carried her blood stained clothes out and grabbed a garbage bag to toss them into before setting it down by her door. Her bed sheets were going to need to join her ruined clothes. Great another expense, what did a new set of sheets cost? She really did not want to think about how much she was going to have to budget in order to afford new sheets. With the thought of the hero entering her head she silently walked to her bedroom before poking her head into the still dark room. Soft breathing told her he was asleep. Leaving him, she closed the door and turned to head to her living room. Sleep was not an option any more at nearly five in the morning. Her cheap couch was far too uncomfortable to sleep on. She just had to hope that he would be able to hobble to his own home in a few hours and she could have her bed back for a quick nap before her afternoon shift. But for now she sat on the hard couch and turned her tv on quickly turning the volume down she looked for the local news station. She rarely watched the news, she didn't enjoy the reminder of how weak and useless she was in this world where she was a minority.

Really she was trying to find out what the hell the hero in her bedroom had been doing to end up in his current state. But currently there was nothing rather recent about his actions other than a recap of a purse snatcher he stopped and how he helped a school bus of kids that had driven off a bridge. Nothing that explained his current state during an ungodly hour of the night. Was it simply too early? She found it hard to believe paparazzi and the news never saw anything as it seemed like the man always had a shadow following him since he made the number one spot a couple years ago. It only had a stone start to sit in her gut making her feel uncomfortable. She could only hope whoever dealt that damage to Deku was in an even worse shape. Still it had her closing all the blinds to her home and double checking the lock on her door.

She was often paranoid enough on a good day but adding the fact she had an injured number one hero in her home, she could think of a few people who lived in the neighborhood who would happily do whatever they could to get to the man and kill him. What a moron to live in an area that housed a large criminal population. More people in the area were bound to try and kill him then help him especially if he's injured. Of course that made her question her own sanity, she was already an easy target in the neighborhood for being a quirkless woman, but if anyone learned she was helping the hero she could find herself in some hot water.

She had always been too nice for her own good, helping anyone who was hurt even if she knew they were a criminal or not. Though maybe that was what kept her ass safe was a few people who owed her at least a little bit. But still helping a hero? She didn't even like hero’s either. She could have just called 911 and let him be someone else's issue. Sure people would probably see him being pulled from her home but still she could be honest and say he broke into her home in a delusional state. Panicked and scared, the poor quirkless woman called 911 thinking someone was trying to kill her. It wouldn’t be that far of a lie he had nearly given her a heart attack thinking that was what had happened before she was able to turn on the light in her room.

Eventually she ended up channel surfing trying to find something to watch and help make staying awake easier as her home slowly started to fill with light as the sun eventually started to break over the horizon and even the curtains could not keep it all out. The growl of her stomach finally drove her some hours later to get up and stretch. Her back popped a few times before she yawned and slowly made her way into the kitchen. What did she have enough of to make enough for two? Rice she had a good deal of. But what to make with it? She was incredibly unprepared for a guest, hell she really didn’t have enough to feed herself anything but rice. She used the last of her bread for his sandwich last night which she had hoped to have for lunch today. She was hoping tips at the restaurant would get her enough to buy a few groceries.

Sigh softly she at least got the rice started in the rice cooker before trying to scrounge up something for him to go with it. She could live with just the rice herself and maybe get a cheap meal once she gets to work. Deciding to check on him she left the kitchen and proceeded to poke her head into the bedroom though this time she was greeted with a soft smile as the man sat up against the headboard of her bed. Seems he was awake, she hoped she did not wake him while she had been rummaging about her empty kitchen.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” She asked as she turned on the light and walked towards him as her eyes glanced down at the gauze that sat over her handy work. It sported an angry red spot but at least looked like it had not bled through the bandage.

“Like I got hit by a bus,” He mumbled, still seemingly half asleep as she walked up towards him. His bloody gloves sat on her night stand beside the dirty plate she still had not retrieved.

“Well you look like you decided to fight with one. You're lucky you didn’t bleed to death last night,” She scolded him as she grabbed the plate off the nightstand now that she could walk far enough into the room to get it.

“Do you think you can move? I was about to start some breakfast. Once you eat we should see if we can get you back on your feet, cleaned and dressed in something not covered in blood and dirt," She said silently adding and get him to his own home and out of hers.

“I’m not too sure,” he said softly as he raised one arm to rub the back of his neck but that action had him hiss and give up mid attempt. And seeing the fact that he could barely lift his arm she was a little worried about how hard it may be to get him out of her bed.

“Well stay put for now. Let's get some food into you first then we will see how you're feeling after you eat some,” She said as she turned and headed out of her bedroom leaving him to try and get comfortable as she headed back to the kitchen to make him some food and herself a bowl of rice. It wasn't much but she was at least able to make him a bit of food as she grabbed him a large bowl of rice alone with a bit of salmon she had been saving.

Tapping her hip into the door it swung open as she strolled into the room seeing the man was still in the same position as he had been when she checked on him last. It seemed he must have been feeling at least a bit better as his face seemed to light up at the view and smell of the freshly cooked food.

“Here it’s not much I had planned to go get groceries tomorrow,” She mumbled as she walked towards the bed as he slightly shifted a little bit to better make himself more comfortable before she offered him the food. Spotting the glass on the nightstand empty she grabbed it once her hands were free. She may as well get him a fresh glass of water to go with his meal. Once the new glass of water was sitting on the nightstand she left him to eat in peace. With him fed she was able to eat her rice as she hid in the kitchen still unsure what she was going to do next with the hero. Stuffing her face quickly she went to retrieve his dishes so she could get everything washed up before she would try and get ready for work in a bit.

Walking into the room she found that he had not completely finished his meal and was still slowly working at his food. His movements were slow and sluggish, his body must have been aching a good bit if he still was working at his food.

“I hope the food is good,” She said softly as she walked towards the bed and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“It’s good, thank you,” He said simply between slow mouthfuls.

“Do you think you could make it to the bathroom? You really should be cleaned up. A shower would be good for you, then I will redress your wound. Um you’re going to need clean clothes too,” She mumbled the last part more so to herself as she glanced over at him.

“A shower would be so wonderful right about now. Not sure though if I'll be able to get there on my own. But in the meantime if I give you my key can you run next door and grab me some fresh clothes?” Of course the little cinnamon roll was blushing at his request to send a stranger not only into his home but also she would have to go into his bedroom. A stranger was about to find out how big of an All Might fan he was since his room had not changed much even after moving out of his mothers or the dorms of UA.

“Sure it's no problem. Give me your keys and I'll go get anything you need,” She agreed as much as she would have rather just sent the man back to his own home she would probably have to drag him across the floor to get him there at this moment. And that was not physically possible at the moment. She wasn't stupid there was no way she could forcefully move the mountain of muscle that was sitting on her bed. The least she could do was grab him some clean clothes. With a nod of his head she watched him reach into a pocket of the utility belt he was still wearing and pulled out a small ring of keys. Only two keys sat on the little ring, one for the door and one for the mailbox it seemed. Was he serious? No multiple locks on his door? She almost envied him. Either he was stupid, didn't care about being robbed or felt confident that no one would rob him.

“Alright I’ll go and grab some clothes for you, so I’ll be right back. Try and finish eating by the time I get back,” She said as she took his keys and stood up off the bed. Stepping out of the bedroom she walked through her little apartment and headed for the door walking into the hallway. She glanced around making sure no one was around as she locked her door behind her. With a check no doors were open in the hall before she quickly walked to the next door beside hers. She had never met the previous tenant, hell she wasn't even too sure how long the pro hero had been living beside her. Quickly sliding the key into the doorknob she unlocked the door before quickly sliding into the apartment and locking the door behind her. Her paranoia was as strong as ever as she didn't trust leaving either of the doors unlocked with his keys and hers in her hand.

Looking around the apartment she almost could not believe that they lived in the same building. His apartment almost didn't look anything like hers. A large tv and nice couch sat in his living room, his kitchen looked a little bare but still had more appliances than hers did even though it didn't look like he used any of it. Heading for his bedroom first she tried not to pause or think about walking into a stranger's home. After all, he had asked her to do this. As soon as she flicked the light on she paused as she took in the childish looking room. Well she had never met anyone like this man. All Might stuff littered the room from posters on the wall to figurines on shelf's. It was a bit to take in as she felt like she had just walked into some teen boys room, actually maybe it would have been less weird if there were posters of half naked women rather than the previous symbol of peace. Or was this simply something hero’s had a tendency to do? She wasn't too sure nor did she want to think about it too hard as she walked over to his dresser grabbing the first shirt, boxers, and pants that she came across.

Fighting back a giggle she couldn't help but notice the All Might boxers in her hands that she folded between the grey sweat pants and red shirt she had grabbed. She didn't care if the shirt and pants did not match. Not like she expected anyone to see him in it but herself. Deciding he may want some of his toiletries she made her way to his bathroom to grab his shampoo and conditioner along with a razor, he may want to shave that stubble she had noticed was starting to appear on his chin. Jeez even his shampoo and conditioner looked expensive just like almost everything else in his home. Entering his home truly felt like she had walked into a different world. Photos of him with whom she could only assume was his mother and friends littered the walls. Even once her hands were full she was about to walk out when she paused at a photo by his door. It was clearly Deku standing beside a short middle aged woman, she sported the same green hair and eyes as him. It was easy to guess that had been his mother as the two held each other in a tight embrace both smiling widely at the camera. It was so cute it was almost sickening. Once again she poked her head out of the door and into the hallway she glanced up and down the hall before stepping out and locking the door. She nearly sprinted back to her apartment and unlocked the door, quickly slipping into the apartment she quickly locked the multiple locks on her door already being reminded of how she and him clearly lived in different worlds.

“I’m back Deku,” She called out before walking into the bathroom with the armful of belongings before heading to her bedroom to be greeted by his wide boyish grin. It almost felt more like he was a dog welcoming home its master as he smiled at her.

“You don't have to call me Deku. Midoriya is just fine,” He said blushing softly as she used his hero name to address him.

“Oh sorry it's just a habit,” She said simply as she walked towards him, now spotting the empty dishes on the nightstand.

“I left you some clean clothes in the bathroom. I also grabbed your shampoo and conditioner. I wasn't sure you would want to use mine,” She said simply as she offered him back his keys to his apartment.

“You should really invest in more locks. And I’d suggest you not let the neighbors see your place. You scream I have money and people will not hesitate to try and break in,” She said a little bluntly but he just chuckled at her mild concern.

“It’s fine even if someone did rob me it wouldn't be the end of the world,” He said simply which just had her blink her eyes at him. Damn rich guy. Resisting the urge to grind her teeth she simply huffed a breath as she tried not to pout.

“Well I’m sure you wouldn't enjoy someone stealing that All Might collection. You may at least want a lock on your bedroom door. Whatever. Lets get your large ass up and to the bathroom,” She mumbled, completely pouting at the thought of how he didn't worry about money. Meanwhile she worried about her next meal, no wonder everyone in the neighborhood hated heroes.

“Thank you again for everything. I really owe you one Sugahara,” He said, giving her a wide boyish looking grin. He seemed so carefree even though he had a hole in his gut and could barely stand up even with help.

“Just don’t kill over on me. I don't want to have to deal with the trouble that would cause me,” She said simply as she walked over and slung one of his large arms over her shoulder, “on the count of three lets get you up.”

“One, two, three,” she counted out loud before the two of them both pushed up forcing his feet to touch the ground beneath him as they both stood up. She felt his body sway before leaning into her a little before he found his balance.

“How are you doing cinnamon roll?” She asked him to which she got a chuckle from the man.

“What is up with the sweet theme nicknames. Last night you called me a sugar cookie and today a cinnamon roll,” He said with a deep chuckle as he slowly took a small step before waiting for her to follow after him as they slowly inched their way across her bedroom.

“Because you're an innocent moron. Even being a pro hero you don’t look like you would willingly hurt a fly. You’re just a sweet innocent boy. You remind me of a sugar cookie,” She answered rather honestly with a light giggle. She couldn’t help it even with this man being a mountain of strong muscles with a quirk that could take on the world he still just looked like some stupidly innocent kid to her.

After what felt like an hour they were able to get him into the bathroom where she sat him down on the toilet with the lid down. She was a little unsure but he was persistent he would be able to stand long enough to allow himself to shower. It was probably best this way to keep the hole in his gut clean and not sit in filthy water but still she was a little worried about him toppling over in the shower. As she turned the shower on she watched his hands struggle to reach for the zipper on the back of his costume. It probably wasn't normally an issue to reach but with his limited mobility and the hisses of pain when he pulled at his stitches or stretched in a wait that clearly hurt something.

“Don’t exhaust yourself there sugar cookie. Let me,” She said as she leaned over him to reach for the zipper before she tugged it a little bit down his neck and into the middle of his shoulder blades before she could no longer reach. She didn’t even notice she was leaning into him, pressing her chest against him as she shifted to reach around him before once again grabbing the zipper and finishing to tug it the rest of the way down.

It wasn't till she pulled away that she was able to take in the man's freckled face was beet red. Assuming it was the fact a woman had started to undress him it must have embarrassed him. But still she found it funny as she gave a light giggle at his flushed face.

“And that is why you're a sugar cookie. I’ll leave the rest to you. If you need anything, just call,” She said as she stepped away from him and out of her small bathroom leaving the flustered man to finish undressing himself as he tried to mumble out a thanks but nothing came. Once he was alone he slowly dragged himself up and into her shower. Luckily it was only a few small shuffled steps for him to step into her shower. The hot water was amazing in the moment as it felt like it was washing away at least a little bit of his stress.

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Busy parents often juggle multiple responsibilities, and cloth diapering might be an additional challenge. However, cloth diapering can be made easier and more manageable with the right strategies and hacks. In this article, we'll explore practical cloth diapering hacks that will help busy parents streamline their diaper routine without compromising on cloth diapers' eco-friendly and cost-effective benefits.

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Wet bags are your best friend when you're on the go. Make sure you have a few of them in different sizes to accommodate short trips and longer outings. A good wet bag contains odors and keeps moisture sealed, allowing you to store soiled diapers without worry.

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Conclusion:

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[aliaparker3]

How to Make Cheap Tents in NZ More Affordable

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Research and Compare Prices:

Before making a purchase, take the time to research and compare prices from different retailers. Look for sales, discounts, and special promotions that can significantly reduce the cost of a tent. Online marketplaces and outdoor gear stores often offer competitive prices, so be sure to explore multiple options before making a decision.

Consider Second-Hand Tents:

Buying a second-hand tent can be an excellent way to save money. Check local classifieds, online marketplaces, and community groups for used tents that are still in good condition. Make sure to thoroughly inspect the tent for any signs of wear and tear, and ask the seller about its history and usage. While used tents may not be as pristine as brand-new ones, they can still offer reliable shelter at a fraction of the cost.

Opt for Basic Features:

When working with a limited budget, prioritize essential features over luxury add-ons. Focus on the tent's functionality and durability rather than fancy extras that can drive up the price. Look for tents with sturdy construction, waterproof materials, and adequate ventilation. By simplifying your requirements, you can find affordable tents that meet your basic needs without unnecessary frills.

Size Appropriately:

Consider the size of the tent based on your specific camping needs. Larger tents generally come at a higher price point, so if you don't require extra space, opt for a smaller size that comfortably accommodates the number of people in your camping party. A well-fitting tent not only saves you money but also reduces weight and makes setup and takedown easier.

Look for Seasonal Sales:

Outdoor gear retailers often have seasonal sales and clearance events where you can find discounted tents. These sales typically occur at the end of the camping season or during holiday periods. Keep an eye out for such promotions and plan your tent purchase accordingly to take advantage of the best deals.

Buy Bundled Packages:

Some retailers offer bundled packages that include additional camping gear along with the tent, such as sleeping bags, camping chairs, or lanterns. These packages can provide cost savings compared to purchasing each item separately. Assess your camping needs and determine if a bundled package offers good value for money.

Take Care of Your Tent:

Proper maintenance and care can extend the lifespan of your tent, saving you money in the long run. Follow the manufacturer's instructions for setup, takedown, and storage. Regularly clean and dry the tent after each use to prevent mold, mildew, and damage. Repair any small tears or holes promptly to prevent them from worsening. By taking good care of your tent, you can maximize its longevity and get more value from your initial investment.

Conclusion:

While purchasing a cheap tent in NZ may mean compromising on certain features or luxury options, it doesn't mean sacrificing quality or comfort. By researching prices, considering second-hand options, focusing on essential features, and taking advantage of sales and bundled packages, you can make affordable tents more cost-effective. Remember to choose a tent that suits your specific camping needs and take proper care of it to ensure its longevity. With these tips, you can enjoy camping adventures in New Zealand without breaking the bank.

[jeanriley2]

How to Fix a Broken Nail

Сорванный ноготь – это печальный опыт, который может сделать выполнение простейших задач болезненным и сложным. Сорваный ноготь

A broken nail can be a real pain. While you might think you need a doctor to remove it, in most cases, you can fix the problem on your own. But it's important to do it right the first time. This can help prevent any further damage.

You should also be sure to clean the area well. This will remove any debris and oils from your nail bed. Also, you might want to use a mild antiseptic to help keep it from getting infected. Lastly, you should use a good topcoat to protect your new nail.

A coffee filter is a great way to patch your broken nail. To make this work, you'll need a top coat and a bit of nail glue. You can even try using a dry mesh tea bag.

A glass or crystal file is another good option. If you have a chipped nail, this will give your nail some much needed balance. The trick is to use the right tool for the job. In addition, you may need a pair of tweezers for this task.

One of the best ways to repair a broken nail is to buff your nail out with a buffing buff. This will remove any excess oils and dirt from your nails, and it will also help your polish stick to your fingers better.

Another way to achieve the same goal is to put on a pair of gel nail strips. These are designed to mimic tape, and are easily applied. Although they are not as aesthetically pleasing as their silk counterparts, they do offer more flexibility. And, they come in precut strips, making it easier to apply one by one.

When you're out and about, the best way to keep your nails in tip-top shape is to avoid rough handling. This can lead to a nail that is weak, brittle and more prone to breaking. It might also be wise to invest in a quality strengthening serum to combat this.

You might also want to get a good night's sleep and avoid the stress of being on your feet all day. For some people, this might be more difficult than it sounds, and you might not want to risk further complications. Luckily, there are several nail care products on the market that will help you do just that.

Finally, you should look into some kind of protective measure to prevent further breaks. That might mean filing down your nails, or buying a nail care kit. However, if you need to get rid of a broken nail, you should always seek the advice of a professional. Some broken nails can be removed with a clipper, while others require a bit of sedation or a nerve block.

There are many ways to fix a broken nail, and most of them are simple and cost effective. Take a few minutes to learn how to do it the right way the first time around, and you'll have a smooth, healthy nail in no time.

[greywitchrp]

There was one thing about sleeping in a chair, you always woke with the sorest back. Ella grunted as she moved in a way that would have disgusted her father. Born before the end of the last century, he had brought his ideals from that time too. So proper, and a lady did not grunt.

No, she really did not want revisit thoughts of her childhood this morning. She needed to get home and get cleaned and changed before anyone came to call on her, and she had expected guests today.

Olivia would have to wait for her this morning. How could she have been so silly as to have fallen asleep here. Well, that was obvious, she used her magic and the cost had been her energy. Magic always had a cost. Still the sleep and helped and she felt refreshed.

She stretched out her back and took a deep breath and stopped. There was a hint of energy in the room. Someone had been in here. She looked at the blanket that had fallen to the ground and smiled. It had probably been Mildred or Alec, come to check on her. Still, it didn’t feel quite familiar. Perhaps Alec had picked something up dealing with Billy. That had to be it.

She shrugged off the thought and moved to the blue door to lock it. She reset the bells and then headed home.

She was still drying her hair when Sylvia and Martha arrived. They checked on her twice a week, on the guise of checking on her, but Ella knew that it was just that in her home they could be themselves, forget about the lives that they had and the responsibilities.

They brought the pastries, Ella had the tea, and would teach them to read the leaves after. It was a nonsense kind of parlour trick. Anyone could read another if they really wanted to, no matter what you used, you could work out what they wanted to hear and that was all she gave them.

“Danielle, you look positively pale. You have not been looking after yourself have you? Did you even touch that casserole I made you?”

Ella smiled. “Of course I did, it was delicious.”

She had eaten some of it, the rest had fed some hungry children. Sylvia would not have minded.

“Not sleeping again? Worry for Stuart?”

Ella made a non-committal movement in her shoulders. She did not wish to lie, did not wish to tell the real reason she was pale.  The conversation quickly turned to Martha and her husband. She was quite certain he was stepping out on her with his secretary. She was nearly right but that was not a conversation that Ella wanted to have with Martha. Martha would not understand and he was not ready to admit what he wanted, perhaps never would. Few would be accepting of those choices.

The conversation continued for much of the morning before Martha needed to go home, Sylvia following after her so Martha’s driver could drop her home first. Ella waved them off from the front yard, checked the mail and headed inside.

She had no worry for Stuart, she had stopped worrying years ago. There was no point in it, she had no say in where he was or what he was doing. She was not even allowed to know what it was most of the time. It had been seven months since she had seen him and she had no idea when he might grace her with a letter let alone the news he was coming home on leave.

Her mood soured slightly thinking about it, and she threw herself into some gardening, ripping out some creeper vines from two of the bushes in the backyard. She discovered there were wild roses caught in the mess of the back corner, she had been neglecting it. The garden had been Stuart’s pride and joy but he was never home to deal with it.

She wiped some sweat from her brow rocking back on her heels when she heard the bells. The sound most insistent. She knew she needed to change before she headed back, so she quickly did so, grabbed the paper bags of food from the kitchen table and crossed back into her other home. Knowing that she was expected to be out, she snuck out the back, and looped around the block so she approached from the outside.

Dominic was beating wildly on her door, and Olivia was sitting on the step. They both turned to her.

“Dom? Why do you look so flustered.”

“They cleared out Seventh Ave last night, I just heard. There were at least thirteen souls in the old garage. I know you have friends on the force, I need to know if they were arrested or if it is much worse.”

Ella wasn’t going to need to ask, she knew no one would be killing time in the cells if the whole of Seventh Ave had been cleared out. It would be as the other places, a large truck and then everyone was gone. It was bold again, they hadn’t done this is months. Ella had hoped they had stopped but it seemed not and she still did not know how to stop them. At least she knew who the them was now.

But she was just one person, she could not protect those with no protection. She could not stop these kidnappings. “Come inside, tell me everything you know Dom, I will see what I can find out about your friends.”

She unlocked her door and let the young man and the young girl go in before her, them both heading straight for the kitchen, right past the door they would not see. She wondered if Clara had been living on Seventh. She knew that Dom was sweet on her, and if she was one of the homeless taken, well, Dom would never forgive himself.

She calmed him with tea and sent him upstairs to one of the beds. Olivia left with some food and a warning to come straight back with her siblings if they felt at all scared. She returned to the kitchen and sat contemplating what she would do if she suddenly had a house full.

It's a useful thing to be happy in your own company, in your own thoughts. Stakeouts made for long days and Jack had spent many an hour just waiting, watching. The trick was to linger and pass the time, but never too long, the cafe, browsing the news stand, chatting to the locals. Fit in, don't be memorable, but engage enough to not stand out. You never know what you'll find along the way.

He'd spent a few hours sitting on the steps, swapping war stories with the old soldier. Just whiling away the hours while staying close in case the girl went out. Probing slightly Alec had nothing but praise for her, perhaps a he was a little smitten, but just didn't seem to match the cold blooded killer Jack had been tasked to follow.

You get a sixth sense about things when you've been doing this as long as Jack, everything told him the house was empty, the radio was on, but there was nobody home. But that blue door hadn't opened, and he was sure he would have heard if she'd snuck out the back. Still, Jack trusted his gut.

Jack was looking into the bookshop, well watching the door in the reflection of the window, when he saw that man appear. He'd had one hell of a beating, and was clearly looking for someone smaller to pass it on to. Jack started to watch a little closer, he'd seen that look too many times, perhaps he could interrupt and an opportune moment if the man was going home to a wife. But then he knocked on the blue door.....

It happened so fast Jack didn't even think, as he saw the man grab for Ella he started to run, cover be damned. But luck was on her side, as soon as he grabbed for her he grabbed his chest. He might have forgotten his cover, but he kept his eyes open. She didn't show a lick of fear when the man attacked. Brave? or something more?

The yells brought the neighbours so he backed away before he was noticed, back to his role. The watcher. He noticed the way Ella subtly withdrew too, getting others to take charge. Then as the chaos subsided he saw her go back inside and collapse, didn't even lock the door.

Target she may be, but Jack was always more protective than he should be. He slipped into the house to watch over her, gently laying a blanket over her when she stirred. Just making sure that she could have her rest. He slipped out of sight when the old soldier came by to check on her. Then knowing she was safe he slipped out of the house to find his own rest. Tomorrow she would be his target again, but tonight she was just..... Ella.

[luxury-leather]

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[savorysatori]

— 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘. ✗

“choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me.”

— sypnosis: working as a maid in a new house is very exciting, you get the money and everything goes well. although, once you’re introduced to the son of the parents, everything goes down hill.

cw, warning: size kink (?), creep!ushi, pictures without consent, nipple play, gn!reader, non-con, somnophilia, sloppy sex, dry humping, praise, panty stealer ushi.

% wc: 2234.

↷ a/n: y’all have no idea how long this was sitting in my drafts, for fucking 5 weeks plsssss- anyways I hope you all enjoy! this was rlly fun to do. also! shoutout to daisy, this collab was really cool! congratulations on 1K bb. <//3

— @daisy-bakugo, PORNSCAPE EVENT! ilyy.

You were everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about.

[1,000.]

That’s how much they were paying.

It was enough to have you accept the job immediately. It was enough to have you choose between two of the slightly revealing maid dresses and enough for you to be standing in front of the wakatoshi mansion. Briefcase in hand with a bucket of supplies you were instructed to bring. Everything was just right, you were prepared to clean, everything would go well.

The frilly material of the skirt swayed around your thighs and glided against the softness of your thigh-highs. Glistening jewels of your gold bracelets glimmering in the hot sun shining down on your skin. The thin line of thread held up the damp clothes, shredding any of the excess water soaked into them. All of the Wakatoshi’s clothing were fancy. Gold lining stitched in the middle or at the end of the cloth, it was clear they were wealthy. But, it somehow amazed you when your eyes glided to the very end of the line — some shirts & shorts were childlike. Pictures of guns and cars were painted onto a black shirt, it looked like something a 5th grader would do. ‘Maybe they had a child?’ You didn’t know, you only met the parents. Folding up the dry ones, you’d stuff them into the cart and push them towards the other line of clothes swishing in the breezy wind.

You finished doing the daily chores, slipping into their kitchen that was designed well with a beautiful interior. Cold marble was felt up against your skin as you tipped the bottle of wine into your glass, clacking against it. Your glossy lips propped up against the cup and took small sips of the fruity flavor. It slid down your throat and surged a zing of bitterness back up to take in the taste, so sweet and yet so unpleasant at the same time. You’d lick the juice off your lips and place it down steadily on the counter, looking up to see a heady gaze sharped on you.

6’2 and steady build towering over you with dark olive hair — was the wakatoshi’s son. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Your body stayed still, unmoving. He wasn’t anywhere near a 3rd grader - more like a full grown adult. Tongue peeking out from your teeth to lick the dryness seeping between the cracks, your eyelids hooded.

“Uh- Hello! You must the wakatoshi’s son, I’m the new maid.” Extending your hand out to meet his; his hand stayed at his side, not seeming to shift to engulf yours. You’d drop it back beside you and nipped at your lip when the silence between you both continued.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you.. Ushijima! Your parents told me about you.”

You’d excuse yourself away from his intimidating gaze and close the door behind you. Maybe it’s a good idea to introduce myself another time.

The same look from before followed you out of the kitchen, watching you as you’d take up the laundry basket. His eyes kept gawking at your every move. Staring with every bit of emotion nobody could decipher, Toshi wasn’t a very talkative man and it was visible. He situated himself in the shadows and looked from above, staying out of any scandals his parents were exposed to. He did keep his eye on you. Stepping out of his secure area and making every note to try and approach you without seeming like a creep. His creep intentions did creep up back into his system when you started staying at his house, sleeping in a guest room 8 feet away from his room. It was easy; so easy to sneak into it when the moon raised in the dead of night.

Soft thuds of his feet against the carpet thankfully didn’t alert anyone, giving him the time to steal peeps at your sleeping state. Comforter pulled up. Oversized shirt to cover up the intimate parts of your body he dearly wanted to explore. Soft breaths left your pink lips to breathe it in again, his cock stirring at the sound of it. Toshi knew what was right from wrong, he knew that doing something like this would cost his life — but, dear god you were everything he dreamed of. He couldn’t stop now.

His calloused hands raised the shirt for him to be able to see your tummy, sliding his fingers down to the waistband of your panties. They were so simple and adorned your skin beautifully, keeping the heat between your legs warm just for him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and let them pool at his ankles, such as his boxers. You stirred slightly at the foreign touch, brows creasing forward. He stilled until you relaxed back into slumber, his fingers separated your thighs, and slowly slid the oozing head of his cock between them.

“Ah, princess, f-fuuck.” breath ragged, eyes shut closed to take in the bliss. Contentment streamed through him, his hips rocking against you to feel more, more of you. He was greedy. Toshi was insatiable, he wanted everything of you. He didn’t just want — he needed you. It was a plea. A whine for you, a need. The selfishness ran through his family, that’s how he inherited it. From his family. Was he ashamed? No. Not when you felt so good right now, not when he was about to reach the orgasm he was climbing to.

Sweat fanned down his toned chest, abs glistening with droplets of precipitation. His hips rocked forward one last time, cum spurting from his head and between the soft flesh of your thighs. It was sticky and slimy, rolling down to cover every little spot.

The sight of you sleeping soundly while his cum leaked from between your thighs, made the flaccid touch of his cock stir. You were just so pretty, a pretty little something he wanted to scoop up for himself. And he would do it with no trouble whatsoever. His hand slid down to grab his phone from the floor, lying face down. Toshi aimed right in the frame, snapping a picture for later. He stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and scurried away from your room, not bothering to clean up the mess of his dry cum smeared on you.

Pressing the ‘start’ button you watched the clothes in the machine swirl with bubbles of soap clouding over them. One hand on the machine and knocking it occasionally to make it turn on again. “Barely working.” You’d mutter.

Despite the Wakatoshi’s being filthy rich, their laundry room wasn’t at all cooperative. There were brown pieces of wood peeling off the wall with stains of what seemed to look like dry substance splattered on it. A bunch of plastic bags and socks were pushed to the corner of the room, dirty ones to be exact. Not much laid in the room other than the things you had listed — except for the posters of lewd manga hanging from the cluttered shelves.

The cool air of the basement door opening brushed up against you, your eyes drifting to see who it was. Standing there was Toshi. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. His expression was the same as always, stern and uninterested. You were both met with the silence from yesterday, uneasiness creeping up back to you.

Bothering not to talk, you turned back to the machine to see it at twenty-one minutes. It was almost done and you could leave to wrench away from the awkward silence you were sitting in. You could still feel his presence, you knew he was there and it was uncomfortable. So many questions were left unanswered in your head, you couldn’t understand them.

The back of your skirt was flipped up to meet your back, his clothed length pressed against you. He was hard. There was no doubt he wasn’t big, and that was what made your eye sockets almost swell out. He slowly rocked the fabric of your panties along with his bulge. Fingernails digging into your hip and pushing you up more to gain more access and spread your legs.

“Ushijima-“ words of confusion scrabbled out from your mouth quickly, “w-what are you doing?”

“Shh.” He jabbed the curve of your back and made you lay pressed against the cold exterior of the rattling washing machine. His words flustered you, it provoked you to stay quiet. You had never heard his voice before and a situation like this only shook your brain into a deeper hole of complication. “J-Just — let me do this, let me try it out. Once.”

And you did. You let him try it just once, you let him delude into the fantasy he had been dreaming of. You let him do it. Once.

You calmed down from the aftershock of his tongue sending you to see stars, arms jerking when the feeling of his hot touch pressing your face against the door of the machine. Your fingers tightening around the handle and pulling on it slightly, cheeks swelling up with heat. The sounds of your whimpers and tiny jolts sent him to push along more, arm encircling around your stomach, his voice breathy against the shell of your ear. You were like a succubus, a being he couldn’t leave nor escape, so alluring, sweet and he had just met you not too long ago.

The smack of his cock meeting his stomach caused you to crank your head back, looking over to see a beautiful sight. Ushijima’s cock was thick, curving gently upwards. The skin was a light shade of cream, and the head was large, pink, expanding tip. “Ushi-“ your voice was wavery, unsure paring with it.

He’d shush you again, angling your leg up as his lips pressed a kiss to your glistening cunt. Toshi took notice of your expressions when he slid into the warmth delves; brows creased together and little words scampering out from your lips. Latching onto the handle and pulling it ever so often when he hit a certain spot, whenever the tip of his cock caressed against your cervix- it was so beautiful seeing you be reduced to a quivering, blubbering mess. A surreal sight he would only see.

“You’re so damn tight. So wet, so willing.. just like that baby.” The pump of his hips made you lose yourself over and over again, a mixture of sounds that were all kinds of slobbery and slurred due to your dizziness. His pace picked up with renewed energy, slick and wet sounds fill the air, sweaty bodies clamping against each other. The whines and pants of his name being drowned out, so pathetic- clinging to the latch and crumbling under his touch. It drove him like a mad man, his brain clattering, the way you took him in with no problem amazed him, you were so inviting and supple.

“S’too b-big! Ushi- ah! -“

The whines of him being too big impaled itself into his brain, your shivering body and cunt wrapped around all together had already made him blank out, now with your pleas, it caused a switch in his head to flip and jack-hammer himself into you. Pump after pump. It made your eyelashes flutter with droplets of tears risking to stream down the fat of your cheeks. His hands holding you firmly, brows furrowed with grunts flowing into your right ear. A grunt rippled from him as his cock throbbed harshly inside you, the feeling making him come undone right there.

“Just like that, ah, fuck you make me feel so good.”

Wrinkled skirt falling to the floor, his cock pulling out of you slowly with globs of cum dribbling out of you, he’d shuffle around till you faced him fully now with a perplexed look on your face. The shirt becoming loose as Toshi’s lips wrapped around the sensitive nipple, suckling and easing any leftover moans out from your throat. His hands placing you on the machine and attaching his lips back onto your nipple, tongue flat against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, U-Ushi! holy- fuck, just like that.” Your back straining as you leaned back, gasping and threading your fingers through his hair to balance. Toshi wasn’t one with words, his statue being quiet and still. But, words poured out from his lips at the sound of your moans, when you were so good for him.

“So, good.. pretty. pretty, like a beauty.” He pulled off of it with a squelch, standing up high and cupping your chin to stare in your love drunk eyes. “You were so good for me, yeah?”

You nodded, vision hazy and eyes occasionally blinking to peer up at him with a blurry image. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, sniffling as he picked up the soiled panties from the floor and stuffed them into his back pocket. They were red and pink, swirly designs on them, he found them so cute. He slid your legs around him and walked out of the room, leaving the washing machine to rattle in the background with soap and water overflowing onto the ground.

Ushijima just couldn’t leave you after that day, he stuck to you like glue. Who could blame him? You were everything he wanted, everything he had fantasized about.

[sohotthateveryonedied]

Dad...I’m Bilingual

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Summary: 

Dick hums—a quiet, sleepy sound. He’s drifting, but only slightly. The painkillers are doing their job. “It’s dumb,” he says. “I can beat up bad guys an’ stop an apocalypse, but I can’t even tell my own dad I’m bilingual.”

Bruce just stares at him. Realization kicks in a moment later. “Do you mean bisexual?”

“Yeah, bionical.” He said that, didn’t he? Bruce must be getting slow in his old age.

When he wakes up, the first thing that Dick’s sluggish mind can latch onto is how tingly his tongue feels. His taste buds buzz like someone poured a can of Pepsi into his mouth while he was sleeping, bubbles tickling the path down. Or maybe pop rocks. Or tiny little bumblebees, their legs scritching and scratching the surface they tread. The tingling spreads outward, Dick notices as he careens toward the wakeful part of wakefulness. Mouth to neck to torso to fingers to the cement block that he is pretty sure used to be his right leg. Soda and pop rocks and bees, the whole way. A quiet, questioning groan slips through Dick’s heavy lips. He cracks his eyes open and squints, blinking against the unforgiving brightness of the room he’s in. “Mm. Bruce?” A nearby chair squeaks. “Dick? Are you awake?” Bruce’s voice is uncomfortably close, booming in the short space between them. Dick grimaces. “C’n you...back up? Your breath smells like meatloaf.” He opens his eyes fully and is greeted by Bruce’s lined face, bags sagging under his eyes. They’re in a hospital room, white walls and white sheets.

Bruce’s meatloaf breath huffs once in amusement, then retreats. “I’ll take that to mean you’re back up, then.” In his lap is a magazine laid open to a page that’s all squiggles and bumbled lines. It matches the rest of the room. Dick’s head swims.

The numbness has receded mostly now that Dick is back online, but his stubborn cement leg takes longer to reboot. “Feels like I died. Then came back to life. Then died again.” His mind churns slush and soup. “You did just get out of surgery,” Bruce tells him. “Leslie said you’ll be woozy for a few hours.” Dick frowns. “I can’t feel my leg.” He has to parse his words carefully, his mouth working slowly like his muscles have melted into molasses. “I should hope not. You just had your knee put back together.” That part sounds...somewhat familiar? Dick has mismatched memories of surfing a stop sign across Clayface’s back, then sirens so loud and so close they split his head in half. He remembers Leslie yelling into one ear while the other listened to Bruce and Steph arguing about a video she uploaded to the Batman Incorporated Twitter account. That was completely irresponsible, Bruce said, out of his Batman suit and in one of the backup outfits he has stored in Leslie’s office for nights like that one. You’re lucky he only broke his knee. That stunt earned the Bat brand fifty Twitter followers, Steph snarked back. I need a goddamn vacation, Leslie said. “Tim left to crash a jet ski in the harbor,” Bruce continues, though Dick doesn’t remember asking, “so your alibi is taken care of. Jason and Cass went to track down the pudding cart, and Alfred took Damian home to sleep.” The half-drawn curtains make it hard to decide if that’s a sunrise or a sunset he’s seeing. Either way, it speaks to long hours of sitting and waiting and hoping. “I think…” Dick licks his dry lips. “I think they cut my leg off?” It feels like it. Did Leslie take his leg away as punishment for being dumb? Is the hospital hiding it from him? Bruce snorts. “Then what is that?” He gestures to Dick’s leg, the entire thing encased in weighty layers of gauze and plaster. “An imposter,” Dick says. Duh. “They gave me fake metal parts like Vic.” Dick slumps against the pitifully flat pillow behind his head. “My brain feels fuzzy. Did they take stuff out of my head?” That would explain the foggy memories and the way all of his words swim away from him like he’s been plunged underwater. Underwater hospital. Now there’s an idea. “You’re on painkillers,” Bruce says plainly, licking his thumb and turning the page of his magazine. “Heavy ones, it looks like.” Dick can’t remember if painkillers are supposed to feel like bumblebees buzzing around inside his thoughts. Maybe they’re made of honey. “Y’know, last time I woke up all confused in a hospital room, a bullet stole secrets from my head.” Bruce looks pained. “I assure you that all of your secrets are intact this time around.” Dick hums. “You should...take the painkillers out.” “Why is that?” “‘Cause I don’t wanna spill stuff.” Bruce frowns. He doesn’t say anything for so long that Dick wonders if he spoke in Portuguese by mistake. Bruce places his magazine on the plastic chair beside him. “Well, I can’t take out the IV because you’ll be in pain, but I promise you that the room is safe. Tim checked for bugs.” Why a bug would be in the human hospital, Dick doesn’t know. He shakes his head. The front pieces of his hair fall into his eyes, but his arms are too tired to fix it. “That doesn’t work, ‘cause then...then you’ll know. And that’s bad.” “This isn’t about your secret identity, is it?” Another head shake. “I might acci-mentally tell you ‘bout how I spilled tapioca on the Batmobile’s seats.” Bruce’s eyes widen. “That was you?” “Yeah, but don’t tell Bruce, ‘kay? You gotta promise.” Bruce rubs his temples like he’s sleepy. “I spent ten minutes yelling at Jason for that. I made him clean the seats.” “Yeah, ‘cause you’re an asshole.” Dick huffs, blowing at his pesky bangs until Bruce rolls his eyes and pushes them back for him. “Thank you.” “I appreciate you telling me about the tapioca. We’ll talk more about that when you’re sober.” Dick makes a face. “The whole point’s that I can’t tell you about the tapioca. It’s a secret. I’ve got too many of those—a whole big fuckin’ army of secrets. And it’s too many. No fun when you can’t share ‘em.” “What about Nightwing?” Bruce asks. “‘S different. You already know that one. I can share it.” “But you can’t share the other ones,” Bruce finishes. Dick snaps his fingers. “Zactly.” Bruce studies Dick—his bundled-up leg and the clear bag hanging on the hook beside his bed, pumping drugs into his bloodstream. “I should let you rest.” He starts to get up, the action somehow guilty despite there being no inherent guilt in vacating a chair. Bruce can pour guilt into anything if he tries hard enough. “You wanna know the worst part?” Dick continues on like Bruce hadn’t spoken, words spilling freely over compromised lips. “I could tell you. I could. But I’m a scaredy cat, so I can’t.” Reluctantly, Bruce sits back down. “I don’t know about that. I think you’re very brave.” “I’m not. If I was, I’d be able to tell you, because I know you’ll still love me no matter what I am, and I’m still scared. And that’s what scaredy cats do. They run away.” When Bruce’s face wears that expression, that gentle turn of his mouth and that pang in his eyes, Dick is stricken by memories of being nine years old. He’d go out every night in the Robin suit, wearing it like a suit of armor and trusting that nothing could hurt him. Bruce would be there by his side, protecting his Robin from harm at all costs. His soul wrapped around Dick’s like a second layer of armor, and it was then that Dick started to wonder if it was possible to have two fathers. “There’s nothing wrong with being scared sometimes,” Bruce tells him now. “There is if you’re a superhero.” “Even then. Sharing a secret can be a scary thing, even when you know it’s safe. That’s why they stay secret for so long.” If Dick didn’t know any better, he’d think that Bruce already knew what Dick desperately wanted and didn’t want to say. But not even Batman can read minds. Dick hums—a quiet, sleepy sound. He’s drifting, but only slightly. The painkillers are doing their job. “It’s dumb,” he says. “I can beat up bad guys an’ stop an apocalypse, but I can’t even tell my own dad I’m bilingual.” Bruce just stares at him. Realization kicks in a moment later. “Do you mean bisexual?” “Yeah, bionical.” He said that, didn’t he? Bruce must be getting slow in his old age. Bruce leans back in his chair with an odd, bemused expression. It’s not an angry one—more like when he’s cracked a case and lets the truth soak in. What case he’s cracked, Dick doesn’t know. Puzzlement morphs into something soft. “Okay. You’re bisexual. That’s not so bad.” “Yeah. But it would change stuff if you knew.” “Not exactly,” Bruce says. “You’re still you, Dick. Nothing’s changed—not really.” “Mm.” Dick’s chest warms. That must be a delayed effect of the painkillers, surely. “Maybe I’ll tell you sometime, then. Later,” he amends. “When my head’s not full of mothballs.” “Sure, son.” Bruce reaches out to ruffle Dick’s hair. “Whenever you’re ready to tell me, I’ll listen.”

[bcntbouquet]

“Oh, if there’s any kind of God at all… they will…”

Derward didn’t mention the stab wound over his tailbone—He’d nearly been paralyzed from the hips down, but by some miracle he was not. He was glad the reminder was someplace he didn’t have to see very frequently or at all (unless he felt like doing an awkward spin in the mirror, naked).

The prostitution joke didn’t exactly land with Jennings, but not because it wasn’t—potentially—funny. He just didn’t have a dirty mind like that. Maybe didn’t even find sex could be humourous.

“…Thanks,” is mumbled when she opens the door for him.

“She seems like she’d understand.” His voice was plain when he said so, but was he getting defensive about a woman Onyx knew infinitely more than he did?

He didn’t know the first thing about Brian, but Derward decided he liked the man’s voice. That is, it wasn’t like that of the men who had tried to hurt him and the soft chatter between he and his wife helped keep Derward in nap-mode while en-route.

Side note: He was almost certain he’d heard a third voice in his sleep but subconsciously chalked it up to an ad playing on the radio.

Derward smacked his lips upon being awaken, reaching for one of his many melting drinks from the mall. He grumbled something inaudible at Onyx for calling him kid again. He’d used his deceptively youthful appearance to his advantage, once upon a time, but those days were over for one reason or another.

Roxie, the newest face, had red hair, which put him at ease with her—because he did too. Though not to the degree that Roxie did. His was fading, and mixed amongst his natural brunette colour.

“… Hello… N-No, thank you. I try not to…” Derward gulped, suddenly feeling nauseous. “have ladies help with my bags…” He wobbled on his feet, not making a very good case for himself, but persisted. He smiled to himself when he finally approached the room, seeing that it was close to the others’. He wouldn’t have to be so paranoid now, that a weirdo was going to try to break in or corner him in the hallway once they found out he was by himself. He wanted to avoid that kind of violence at all cost. If Rockelle found out he was capable of murder (despite being in self-defense), then who knows what would be next for him.

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With the lights on, Jennings could see just how genuinely luxurious the room was and the kindness of everyone in Rockelle’s company came hitting him all at once. He had every intention of getting in the shower and going to sleep in a bed, but before he even made it out of his clothes, he went crashing to his knees, WEEPING profusely. The skin there was already so scraped and calloused, the added rug burn barely registered.

Eventually, he was able to stand again and dry his tears. Or at least he thought they were dried; once in the shower, however, it was hard to tell what was water and was another outpouring of emotions.

Eventually, he was able to stand again and dry his tears. Or at least he thought they were dried. Once in the shower, however, it was hard to tell what was water and was another outpouring of emotions. He cleaned his teeth while in the shower, too, and had become so exhausted by the time he went to towel himself off, that even though there was a perfectly lovely hair dryer on the wall, he didn’t use it. Instead, he went straight from the towel to the bed—Well, straight to the deadbolt, and the chain—THEN to the bed. It had been years since he’d been somewhere safe enough to sleep without any clothes on but the truth was he was just too damn tired to dress himself in those brand new pyjamas. He turned the TV on and tried to watch something but didn’t make it past the opening credits.

Onyx felt his pain, maybe not in the same capacity. She never had a childhood, never had a chance to experience things for the first time. She was created as a corrupt side, who start as adults, given that children cant be subjected to trauma the same way adults can. The fine print doesnt tell you that you act like a child, forever stuck in an adults body. You dont learn how to regulate things nor proper cues if you didnt learn them on your own.

She was kicked out of her host body when she was mentally 12. It subjected her to trauma and horrors that no one should go through but she did what she could to survive. At least she got her revenge back, all she could do was hope he did the same. “Im sorry to hear that. I hope they burn for what they did.” Again, her tone was monotone, not giving any emotion. It can be seen as a good or bad thing in his eyes but she was being sincere.

“Never said you do. Men can be pieces of shit.” She responds, yawning and stretching a bit as she walked. “Wow. I suppose its good we found you. Rather you found us.” Her poor attempt at a joke. “I will let her know. Its hard to say what she would need you for, we will learn with time.” She waves her hand dismissively and rolls her shoulders. “It doesnt work well with a mask that I would sweat off. Or get wet.” She teases back, could be seen as a prostitution joke or a swimming one. Up to him to understand.

Greeting Brian in Korean, she hugs him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Hearing the familiar muffle from his jacket, she shushes him for the time being as she gets in the car. She sees Deward kind of struggling, making her sigh but watch him nonetheless. She leans back and opens the door for him, then getting back into her seat.

“Hm. Okay, thank you for the info. I dont judge, not my job to do so. I just hope Rocky was more understanding to that.” She knew Rockelle cursed the team out since she doesnt tolerate security issues. The woman didnt mind much and let alot slide but when you play with the safety of herself or dancers, it becomes an issue.

Raising a brow at him for putting everything in the back seat, Brian getting ready to question before Onyx makes a motion for him to zip it. She understood the sentiment of not wanting things out of your sight. It was a reminder of how close you wanted your things to be, in fear of someone taking it. They both drove to the hotel once Derward was settled in, the two softly talking among themselves about things.

The familiar blue man stuck his head out but Onyx hid him in her pocket for now. The last thing she needed was for this brat to claim something about Rockelle and her team and then she would feel the wrath from both Rocky and the FBI after they lobotomize them. It was a ritzy hotel they were going too, one Rockelle and her team were staying in already. They luckily had one empty room left on the floor, so he wasnt far from anyone he knew.

Arriving at the hotel, Onyx sees him dozed off. “Hey kid, we made it.” Quickly passing the smurf back to Brian, who was snoozing and already upset about him being disturbed, she shushes him to not blow cover as Brian stuffs him back into his jacket. Getting out and greeting her big sister Roxie, who was waiting for them at the door, the talk amongst themselves in Korean, rolling their eyes about Furballs generosity.

Prior to Derward looking over, Roxie was popping her gum and cursing in Korean. Her voice was deeper, an annoyed expression and her red hair sat lazily on her shoulders. When he does look over, its like a switch flipped in her head and she immediately started to smile and fix her hair. Oh god here we go.

“Oh my goodness! It is so nice to meet you, do you need help with your bags? Hi Brian dear, its so good to see you again! Ugh, I must go get you a bellman!” Roxie began to chirp and bounce around, her voice higher in pitch. She was playing her ‘public’ facade given that Rockelle would kick her ass for being mean to Derward otherwise. So as she skips inside, Brian and Onyx lock eyes silently, Brian fighting back a snicker as he sees Onyx gag as a response.

[c-is-writing]

hi love!!! i’m in a much needed fluff mood 🥺 could i pretty pls request a nat one with “i heard you talking in your sleep” (i’ll give u one dollar if its nat sleeping and saying loving things sjfjsjfja)

pairing: natasha romanoff x gn!reader

genre: the fluff strikes again!!

word count: 827 

warnings: brief mention of minor injuries and scars

a/n: hello!! i hope that this wasn’t done too late for you and i’ll gladly fulfill the request at no cost, so keep the dollar lmao. i hope that you take care and have a lovely day/evening!! :DD 

send me a pairing and a prompt from here!! (closed)

Shoulders slumping in relief, you finally arrive at the compound after a long and painful one-week mission. One week of fighting Hydra agents instead of cuddling with your girlfriend whom you missed quite a bit. Upon entering the building, you make a quick stop at the medbay for a mandatory post-mission check up. After 15 minutes, your cuts and bruises are taken care of, and you’re given the okay to return to your room. The journey there proves slightly arduous as the exhaustion and soreness of your body makes itself noticeable. Once you arrive at your door, you carefully open it, not wanting to disturb the sleeping figure in your bed. Smiling at her, you tiptoe over to her side and press a light kiss to her temple after whispering, “I missed you so much, my love.”

You move back to the door where you discarded your bags and tuck them away into the closet, pushing off the unpacking for later in the day after you rest. Stretching and feeling some of your joints popping, you let out a quiet groan and make your way into the bathroom to clean up. The moment you step into the shower, you relax and relish the feeling of the hot water cascading down your sore and worn-out body. When you finish, you quickly dry yourself off and take a glance into the mirror, looking at the bandages that are covering scars in the making. Sighing, you pull on one of Natasha’s sweatshirts and get ready for bed.

Before leaving the bathroom, you turn off the light to avoid waking up the sleeping ex-assassin when you open up the door. When you step back into the bedroom, you hear a quiet callout for you. Confused, you pause and try to listen for it again, thinking that it’s your brain making things up. This time, your name is said a little louder and you furrow your brows in concern. You make your way to the bed where Natasha resided, ready to wake her up and ask if she heard anything when you hear your name slip out from her lips. Connecting the dots, you realize that she’s talking in her sleep. The Black Widow actually talks in her sleep. 

Upon further inspection, you see how she’s clinging onto your pillow as if her life depends on it. Letting out a quiet laugh, you sit down on your side of the bed and brush a piece of hair away from her face. After admiring her for a few more minutes, Natasha begins mumbling again.

“Mmm, Y/N..please don’t go, you’re so comfy…”

You decide to entertain yourself and respond to her comments.

“Oh, darling, don’t worry I won’t leave you. I’m right here.”

“Good..I don’t know what I’d do..,” she pauses and shifts into a more comfortable position before continuing, “..without you.”

As you open your mouth, about to reply, the redhead continues talking.

“Not sure if I’ve told you this before but...I love you,” furrowing her brows, she whispers, “..wait, no…”

Quirking your head to the side, you’re curious as to what she was about to say before trailing off. A soft hum is heard as you lean down to peck Natasha on the forehead. As soon as your lips touch her soft skin, she finishes her sentence.

“I...I think I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widen at her sudden declaration. To love someone was one thing, but to be in love with someone, that felt more vulnerable and intense. As you bolt upright, your jostling wakes her up. Slowly opening up her eyes, Natasha notices your figure sitting beside her and flings herself towards you. She nearly knocks the wind out of you and you barely manage to stay upright as you catch her. As you secure your arms around her, she takes two tight fistfuls of your sweatshirt and clings on to you. Natasha confesses against your chest, “I missed you a lot, lyublyu.”

Stroking her hair, you say, “I’m sure you did. I heard you talking in your sleep, you know.”

At those words, her head shoots up, your hand stopping at the base of her neck.

“I-what now?”

“Yeah, apparently you talk in your sleep which is also new for me.”

Groaning, she replies, “Oh God, please tell me I didn’t say anything embarrassing.”

“Well, I mean, it wasn’t embarrassing necessarily but you’re definitely 10x more endearing when you sleep-talk to say the least.”

As you think back to what Natasha had said, your heart skips a beat and you turn to the side, breaking eye contact with her. The redhead pushes herself up into a sitting position and raises an eyebrow, asking you to continue.

“All I have to say is that you’re incredibly cute while you sleep and that,” pausing, you take a deep breath and smile at her, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

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