#sorry this took so long. brain machine broke.

[cityandking]

3, 8, 21, 30, 39, 45 for bran/sabine & vesper/cullen 🥰

thanks tabby!! // send me a ship

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

BRAN/SABINE — yeah!! maybe not the Most open given sabine's general disinterest in disclosing any personal information to anyone, but bran's got that greedy possessive edge and even if she's not announcing it in so many words, she likes to leave her mark. she's also very happy to engage in PDA, but she'll take her cues from sabine about how public (or affectionate) said displays are VESPER/CULLEN — they're pretty private about it, but once they're settled in they don't go out of their way to hide it. vesper definitely has a quiet word with the war council to let them know what's going on (both josephine and leliana already knew; cassandra's reaction was about a 50/50 split between "wow romance" and "really? cullen??" which is valid of her). vesper isn't big on PDA (the battlements kisses are NOT canon in her playthru sorry), but that won't stop them from exchanging small touches or glances.

8. What do the like best about their partner?

BRAN/SABINE — her wife is a bitch and bran loves her so much. she likes sabine's sharp tongue and her wit and her willingness to stand her ground on things and how scrappy she can be. she also like when sabine sheathes her claws and lets branwen get close. it's about being the exception to the rule. VESPER/CULLEN — vesper likes how steady he is and also his sense of humor. it's just as dry and tired as hers, and one of the first things he ever did was make her laugh. that means a lot to her. (she also really likes his shoulders.) cullen likes her patience and her mercy and the iron in her spine; he respects the hell out of her

21. Do they share any interests or hobbies?

BRAN/SABINE — they're both adrenaline junkies to a degree. sabine's more a fan of a fight and bran loves a thrill but they really egg each other on. bran's also interested in sabine's art and will try out the wheel if invited, though she's not into it the way sabine is. VESPER/CULLEN — does keeping southern thedas from burning itself down count? they're both lowkey farm kids—cullen much more recently, but vesper's family raised dogs and horses before her father inherited the bann title. vesper's also more of a tactician than she realized pre-inquisition, and they both enjoy chess and puzzles and the satisfaction of building a well-oiled machine. real nerd4nerd relationship tbh

30. Could they manage a long distance relationship?

BRAN/SABINE — definitely. they're both a little transient to begin with (one of the other things they have in common) and they'd be able to handle long distance. not that they'd want to, but given bran's need to go every now and then, it's kind of inevitable. VESPER/CULLEN — they could manage extended trips (honestly that's pretty much canon given how often the inquisitor is out in the field) but I think they'd have trouble with real long distance. not because of commitment but because they're both so prone to digging themselves into work and not being able to dig back out. one of the reasons they work so well together is the co-working situation they've got going on.

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realize they were in love?

BRAN/SABINE — bran, but it was a casual thing for a while, or at least they were pretending it was a casual thing for a while. it took some time to settle into the shape of an actual relationship. the exact moment bran realized it was Love varies 'verse to 'verse, but it definitely involved Sabine getting into a fight. VESPER/CULLEN — vesper. she initiated, she kissed him first. she's slow to open up and he's incredibly respectful of her boundaries, and despite the crush he spent months and months nursing, he waited for her to make the first move. (she knew she loved him before she kissed him but she doesn't remember when exactly she realized. in the middle before she knew it had begun etc etc. he knew when she came limping out of the ruins of haven and the relief nearly brought him to his knees.)

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

BRAN/SABINE — I don't think there's anything particularly special they're dreaming of. they're both pretty chill about their relationship, which is maybe a surprise given what they're like as individuals. definitely there are some AUs (dark au, star wars au) that involve more heartbreak and regret than others, but I think in the grand scheme of things they're pretty okay. VESPER/CULLEN — making it through the war was a pretty big goal for both of them, and after that it took some time to figure out what they wanted more long term. cullen's goal to get and stay clean is also pretty important for both of them. they both have personal regrets, but there's little heartbreak or regret in the relationship itself

[hyperfixiation-station]

Hi!!

I am totally obsessed with your fics!!! Your writing 🤌💕

I just wanted to request a fic where the reader is new to the task force but she's experienced and tough. Vibez similar to Ghost to elaborate she's more scary than Ghost cuz of her past maybe she was experimented on or trained brutally....

Reader is working hard to prove herself even if everyone knows she's the most lethal person. So one time she gets injured badly while protecting someone from the 141( probably Ghost 👉👈) and she wakes up has an emotional moment Ghost comes know about her Trauma . More like hurt/comfort....

Happy Writing 💝

Guilt-Tripped

CW: Mentions/references of kidnapping, torture, canon typical violenece Part 2, Part 3 Hiii Anon!! First off, thank you! Secondly, I am so, so, so sorry for how long this took😭 I did make this a two parter, the first part is kinda like backstoryish and the second part will be the actual story. I was gonna wait until I finished both to post but you have been waiting for way to long so I'll give you the first part now instead of waiting, again I am so sorry! I hope you like it :)) Summary: F!Reader was a part of a special program(LMK if you can guess what it is) and once she was released she joined the military.

WC: 1467 As always, I didn't proof read so lmk if there are any mistakes :3

Life had not been kind to you. Ripped from your family at a very young age, you had never known the type of love and safety a nurturing home could provide. Instead, you grew up in the confines of a Russian base, with cruel instructors and a dwindling group of girls as your only companions.

From the moment you could walk, you had been told you were a weapon. A lethal force to be honed and trained, nothing more than a tool for others to use to further their games. Brainwashed, tortured, and trained into submission, a perfect puppet. Both your brain and body were sculpted into absolute perfection, a rigorous process most people did not survive. By day, they trained to be a lethal force, an unstoppable, unnoticeable, killing machine. At night, you were handcuffed to your bed, listening to the screams of students who did not make the cut.(to this day you sleep handcuffed)

You watched, at first in horror, then with a sense of detachment, as your friendsrivals bit the dust, unable to keep up with what the program demanded of them. It got better as you got older, less girls died from their tasks. But in some ways it got worse. It was a competition now, a fight to see who would remain victorious, to see who would come out on top. It was not a place for friendship and comradery, and you learned that quickly.

You stopped trying to make friends with the other students when you were forced to shoot your best friend in the head after giving her some of your dinner when she was being punished. You were 8. And you stopped trying to even just be friendly with the other girls at 10 years old, when the instructor broke every bone in your hands after your bunkmate framed you for something you didn't do. To this day your hands are not the same, always hurting and forever scarred.

Your world was kill or be killed, and you'd be dammed if you didn't come out on top.

And come out on top you did. You graduated top of your class, a position you had fought and killed for, won through bloodshed and pain. If you had a conscience, it would have been screaming at you for the things you had done to get to the top(You laid awake every night consumed by guilt and grief)

The program was disbanded(re: destroyed) when you hit 18, just two weeks after your 'graduation'. You were given two options: Join the American military, or face a life sentence in prison. 

You had a lifetime of sins to atone for, and knew there was only one way to even begin to ease your guilt. Two days later your background was sealed up and you were shipped off to boot camp. 

And you excelled. This was nothing to you. What was a six mile run when you used to run until you passed out, then wake up and keep going? What was surviving on four hours of sleep when sleep deprivation had been the norm your whole life? What was any of this compared to what you had been forced to do everyday since you were five? 

You scared your instructors. And the other recruits. And everyone else you came into contact with. And you were fine with that. You didn't like when people got close to you anyhow.

Love got you nowhere in the world. It was a lesson you learned hard and fast. You did not care for others, they did not care for you. And you liked it that way. Until you met the 141.

A woman named General Laswell came to you one day with a job offer. Well, not a job offer exactly, but more of a…transfer of positions. A small, (mostly)four-man team that she oversaw.

You had gotten disciplined for beating the ever-loving shit out of a recruit the week before, and Laswell had watched it all unfold. She went back to her office, read your full file, and decided you would make a good fit for John's team.

You took a look at your bunk, at the trunk that held zero worldly possessions, realized there is nothing for you here, and said yes. 

Price had not wanted a new recruit, and told Laswell as much. She simply said he had a penchant for picking up strays and left your file on his desk. It took him a week to actually get curious enough to read it. A paper copy, the only one in existence that had your full, undisclosed background. He pretended he didn’t see her smug grin when he hit accept on your transfer application. 

You had been trained since youth to fight and to kill, yes, but your true purpose was espionage. You were trained to study those around you, to lie, to mold yourself to the expectations of those around you. You excelled at fitting into your surroundings, at assimilating perfectly with your peers. It was all you were good for, in your opinion. So you asked Laswell for files on your new teammates. And she gave them to you. They were full of gaping holes and redacted information, but there was enough there for you to profile them. 

Soap would be the most receptive to you. He most likely would also be the one to not give up in trying to get you to be open with them. Gaz would be receptive as well, but you know that your sealed background would put him on edge, Ghost, well…Ghost was a lot like you from what you could piece together. Yet another person who learned that the world was cruel and unforgiving, who had learned the lesson that love does nothing but hurt. And because he was like you, you knew he would trust you the least.

You felt a small pang in your chest when looking at this masked photo that you hadn’t felt in years. Not quite sadness, but…pity? No. It was different, it was sympathy. It weirded you out. 

It was hard at first, joining the 141. You had court-mandated therapy you had had to attend, and you had slowly come to realize that some trust was good, necessary even, for life. You knew you wouldn’t be able to open yourself up to them, that you would never be able to feel the sense of brotherhood you had seen amongst other soldiers, but you wanted to try. 

It was harder than you thought it would be. Hard joining men who already had comradery, who had a bond that had been forged with blood, sweat, and tears. men who weren't sure how to fit another person, much less a female, into their group. 

As you suspected, Soap was the most receptive. He was fun, you thought. His Scottish accent and affinity for filling the silence made him a very pleasant conversationalist. You didn’t have to do any of the talking.

Gaz was wary of you, but did a good job of not showing it. As you suspected, he stopped inviting you out after you said ‘no thanks’ for the third time. 

Ghost didn’t like you. You could see it in the slight tensing of his muscles when you walked in the room, the way his eyes pinched when you spoke. 

It was a rough, rocky start, full of distrust and misunderstandings. Everything about you set his senses on high alert. They way you could sneak up on him completely silent, the way you could hold your own when you sparred with him, even the way you moved had his hair standing on end. It wasn’t until a mission that would have ended with Soap's death if you hadn’t risked your life to shove him out of the way that Ghost began to trust you. 

And then he began to notice something else about you. And the more he noticed, the more concerned he grew. He noticed the way you threw yourself into battle, what little regard you held for your own life. He noticed how you never instigated conversation, never gave away the slightest bit of information that could be used against you. Noticed that you always wore gloves. In fact, he's never once seen your hands.

His constant observations of you had an unintended side effect. The longer he watched you, the more he realized you were a lot like him, the more he was drawn to you. And vice-versa. 

You found yourself willfully seeking Ghost out, willingly sharing information with him. Nothing about your past, no, you would never tell anyone the things you had done. But little things, how you liked the food served this week, how your mission went, that your new pants were really itchy. And he told you things too. Told you really bad jokes, told you Soaps stupid Scottish saying of the week. And slowly you branched out, agreeing to go to the bar the next time Soap asked you, telling Gaz that you liked his new sunglasses. 

It was nice, having people who looked at you like you meant something to them. Having people who didn’t know what you’d done, people who didn’t look at you with disgust and distrust. It was nice to have…friends. 

So of course everything had to go downhill from there.

End scene :3 let me know what you think!!6 and be on the look out for pt.2, I hope you're ready for a buttload of angst >:) Also requests are open <3

[mrkified]

ONE NIGHT ONLY — 9. life360 doesn’t gatekeep

synopsis — three years since your falling out with lee donghyuck he has suddenly transfered to your college in hopes to make it big with his friends in his band. unfortunately for you, your unresolved friendship started causing problems between you and the people around you, especially since your best friend is his ex. so — why have you found yourself in his room with a raging hangover?

a/n; IM SO SORRY FOR ANOTHER WRITTEN PART

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YOU SLOWED DOWN YOUR CAR AS YOU TURNED INTO THE PARKING LOT.

the arcade your friends decided to go to was called ‘pete’s paradise’. it was slightly small but jam packed with different rows filled with a variety of games. your friends always loved to go there after yangyang got off work to play air hockey. anton always complained that karina was too good for the group and never wanted to go against her because he knew he would lose. when you walked up to the entrance to pete’s haechan and jisung were standing by the doors waiting for you to arrive. you said your hello’s to the two of them entered the building.

you immediately spotted your friends by the dance dance revolution machine, jaemin and giselle were both playing while anton was bickering with yangyang and karina.

“well it’s not my fault you were acting like we haven’t seen each other for ten years” anton shrugged.

“it’s called an expression you idiot” karina rolled her eyes. “your brain just too small to figure out context clues” she turned away from anton and noticed you three at the door.

“yn! you’re here!” she ran over and gave you a hug. the rest of the group followed after when they noticed she said your name.

“i see you followed our advice and brought jisung! just a little surprise to see haechan too” giselle spoke up, as it was your turn to give her a hug next.

“um yeah.. we didn’t want to exclude him i hope that’s okay” you were quite nervous about giselle and haechan in the same room but hopefully she would stay true to her word and not be too bothered with you two.

after awhile things tended to get less awkward and everyone was having fun — anton was playing whack-a-mole with jisung, yangyang was with jaemin and giselle and they were playing some racing game, and that left karina with you as haechan went to the bathroom. you took the time spent with her to tell her about how you’ve been feeling so you could finally get advice from a third party.

“haechan has a crush on me. he told me a few days ago and i don’t know how to feel about it. i mean i had a crush on him in high school but it was too late, he was already with giselle. now i feel like i shouldn’t do anything about it because you know how heartbroken he left her and i don’t want to make her upset or uncomfortable” you were fidgeting with your fingers when you looked at her as she was trying to piece together a response.

“well you can’t control someone you like. i know you don’t want to hurt giselle but i think you should go for it. they broke up almost four years ago, plus she has a really nice thing going on with jaemin right now. she did say not to date him and as much as i don’t want secrets in the group, you should date him” she was confirming the only real way you had to go about this — a secret relationship.

“he’s taking me on a date later after we leave”

“what about jake? you didn’t break up that long ago, i know your feelings for haechan are genuine but you still got hurt recently” her voice was filled with concern.

“i am definitely hurt but i think him leaving me for yuna made me feel like there wasn’t even a point for me to even be upset, he was distant even before we broke up there really isn’t any surprises” karina looked at you like she was giving you her approval and that’s all you needed. you would talk to giselle on your own soon but first you had to put your relationship with donghyuck first.

while you were having your talk with karina, giselle was also having a conversation with yangyang.

“i feel a little upset with them being together if i’m being honest, but i know i should probably get over it” she gave a slight smile as she knew that she couldn’t block out what was happening between you two. “i know they’ve been best friends for years and now that they’ve rekindled it i shouldn’t feel this way, but i just feel a lot of the repressed emotions from before i guess”

“and your feelings are valid you know,” yangyang took a slight pause. “he was your first real relationship, your first true love. it would only make sense it hurts to see him”

“i just don’t want to ruin this for yn. she’s my best friend and i don’t want to hurt her because i ‘forbid’ her from associating someone she spent so many years with”

“just give it time — for now just focus on the fashion show and then give it some more thought after” yangyang squeezed her hand as he got up and walked with her back over to where jaemin was playing skee-ball.

for the next 2 hours everyone spent time rotating the games until it was the time to go their separate ways. you said goodbye to everyone until it was time to finally leave with haechan.

“you ready?” haechan took your hand and guided you to your car.

“are you ready to be a passenger princess?”

“i’m always ready to be your passenger princess you don’t even need to ask” he got into the car and showed you where he wanted to take you — a small shopping district not too far away from where you were.

[luminiscented]

The hc in the master of nature hc list where she makes cole his mom's broth and he cries,,,,that is so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺can u maybe so a full fic on that hc🙏🙏🙏💓💓thanky 💕💕

Taste of home/ Take care of the inside

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Pairing: Cole x Fem! Master of nature! Reader

Status: Dating

Type: oneshot

Summary: Reader makes Cole a broth with her healing herbs from one of his mother's recepies. She comforts him.

Warnings: Insecurities, no beta we die like Zane in s3

Note: THAT WAS SO CUTEEEE THANK UUU!! I'm sorry for it being so late!! I'm having exams in my non dominant language almost every day and i'm holding on a thread :')

Your boyfriend layed in your bed, his shirt and gi off and in the washing machine after a tough mission. The door to your room creaked open silently as you came in with a small tray of food. Cole's eyes we're closed as he layed his head back to rest for a minute, but as soon as the scent of your cooking hit his nose, his eyelashes fluttered open. The smell was familiar to him. It scratched his brain in the right way, as if something missing was tugging at his heart that was seemingly long forgotten. You gently sat down on the bed and left the tray of food on the counter. You rearranged the pillows and covers so your partner was more comfortable and not in pain. You looked at Cole's muscular chest, now littered in cuts and few bruises here and there. You took his hand and he met your gaze with his own softening one, frustration still visible. For now it was time to take care of the outside, the inside would have to wait for a brief second. You pressed a tender kiss to his cheek as you handed him the tray - a small bowl of broth, a piece of bread and a piece of cake on the side. Cole sighed in relief at the warm sensation of the steam in his face.

"Thanks, Hun. You're great." The master of earth spoke softly before the smell hit his nose even harder and it really caught his attention. It brought a lot to him in a brief moment - sounds, senses, smells, feelings...people. It was his favorite dish as a kid, when everything was ok, when he had smiling, laughing mom and dad at the dinner table. A simple bowl of broth was able to bring back a piece of his long gone family back to him. He stared at the bowl for a while more. His thoughts were scattered, flying into different directions, but in a calm manner. His thoughts shifted to his mom. What would she think of him now? What would she say? How would she look like now? He wanted her to be proud so badly. He thought of his mother every day, especially on missions like this one where he barely made it out alive.

Cole brought the spoon to his lips with shaky movements. It even tasted the same. That same exact flavor. All bruises and cuts faded instantly on his muscular chest. You pressed a kiss to his forehead at the sight of his clear skin. A sigh escaped Cole's lips before a tear dripped down right into the hot broth. A wave of anxiety flooded through your chest. Maybe it was a mistake, you shouldn't have called Cole's dad to ask for the recipe. You took a soft breath before speaking up.

"I'm sorry, maybe i shouldn't have." He was clearly pained by such a memory, perhaps you did more bad than good. "I thought it would've been nice and i...don't know. Sorry." You looked at him with a gentle gaze. You had no idea what it was like to lose the rock in your life, the person who loved you the most. The master of earth's hand found it's way to yours and enveloped it tenderly, afraid to break it if he used more force.

"Thank you for reminding of something nice i had." He looked down, his smile melancholic and full of different emotions you couldn't describe. You were relieved for a moment until you heard a sob. You looked at Cole and your heart broke - the strong, undestroyable guy who was as tough as stone finally let his guard down and he broke right in front of you, crying ugly, but still with a smile on his face. You rushed to take the plate away and you took him in your arms.

He cried quietly as you stroked his gorgeous raven locks. You shushed the man grasping you for dear life and you pressed kisses to the top of his head. You gave him back a piece of his home. It was nothing to you, but to him it mattered so so much. Something even as simple as that could be so much for him. You could never know. You kept petting his hair as he wailed in your arms quietly. Maybe the same way once his father wailed in his mother's arms. You wouldn't know. For now you could only shush the sweetest man in the world as he trusted his most sacred feelings to you.

[tastybluesprite]

Idk if your still doing request I haven’t been on here in awhile but if you would like to, could you maybe do something for ROTTMNT like Donnie being overwhelmed (maybe because of too much work and lack of sleep?) and Leo to the rescue to comfort him? Reading something along the lines of that seems like it would be a cute story you know? Well the beginning isn’t cute but Inhope you get what I mean lol. It can be a tickle fic if you want it to be (I’m pretty sure you write tickle fics right?) or not idc, sorry if this was long lol

Headaches

Hello! Thanks for the request! As I am mostly a tickle fic writer, I chose to write it that way. I hope you like it even still. It’s not so angsty, I just wanted to write something chill and fun.

(Also to those who send prompt asks I am still working on it. I just kinda needed some casual writing like this right now lol)

Warnings: Tickling so if that’s not your thing just keep scrolling :)

Donnie sat in his lab, his brain feeling like it was running 100 mph. This wasn’t an uncommon thing for him. Usually his tech and building new machines brought him comfort, but this time it didn’t work. Maybe it was worse than usual?

He didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted relief of the pain in his head.

“Hey Donton dinner is ready!” Leo called loudly as he popped his head through the door way.

Donnie groaned. Great. Another nuisance to fuel his headache.

Leo noticed Donnie clutching his head and understood almost immediately. “Bad headache huh?” He asked, changing his tone to be softer as to not overwhelm him anymore than he likely already felt.

“Yeah. I’m fine though. No need to worry about me. Tell Mikey and Raph I’ll probably join later or something.” Donnie told him as he winced at the new flair of pain.

“Maybe I can get you a Tylenol or Ibuprofen?” Leo offered.

Donnie considered this. “Honestly… that would be wonderful. Thank you.” He said, his hands still clutched to his head.

Leo dashed to the bathroom cabinet and returned with the painkiller and water to help it down. Donnie took it and gulped down the water gratefully.

They stood in silence as if waiting for something to happen, and Donnie broke it by groaning again from another flair of pain.

“Yeah sorry bud, the painkiller still needs time to kick in.”

“Yeah you’re telling me.” Donnie muttered, rubbing at his head as if that would do anything.

Suddenly an idea struck Leo. He knew a great way to help him feel better.

Leo crept around behind him, and gently began scratching at his younger twins sides. Donnie yelped as he instinctively grabbed onto Leos wrists, already giggling.

“W-wahahait!” Donnie protested. However he did not push his brothers hands away, which told Leo he didn’t actually mind.

“What? I’m just trying to make my poor baby brother feel better!” Leo insisted with a fake gasp.

“Yohohohu’re ohohohnly ahaha fehehew mihihinutes ohoholdeheher- NONONOHOHO!!!” Donnie was interrupted when Leo shoved his hands into his armpits. Donnie immediately slammed his arms down tightly.

He stayed there, a mess of cackles, until Donnie screeched, “OHOHOKAY STOHOHOP PLEHEHEHAHASE!!”

Leo could tell he meant it and he did so, pulling his hands away.

It took Donnie a bit of time to finally catch his breath, until he said, “Wohonder what Ahangelo mahade for dinneher…”

Leo smiled at him as he helped his genius brother up and they headed to the kitchen.

Leo was so glad he was able to help Donnie feel better.

[mistic-turtle]

Dimensional Shell-Shock

Heya, today I wanted to write a little story about the universes I read yesterday here on Tumblr. That gave me the idea... Enjoy!

Mikey was chilling alone in the lab of the sewers that used to be Donnie's. Seeing the ghost of his brother Working like I always used to. A cup of chamomile tea was drunk. For god's sake, he hates chamomile tea!

However, it was what helped him to be calm in a strange way. Well, when you're the last of your siblings alive there's not much to do. Except, of course, to pursue revenge. But Mikey wasn't so impatient as to run around and do everything like crazy. No, he took his time because he knew that an action of liberation leads to misfortune.

For first time, there wasn't anything more than peace all around him. Silence. Just silence all around. Even a small rumble startled him. "April... Are you around?" he got up from his seat to check what had happened. What he saw stunned him.

He looked like his brother. He spoke like his brother. He had the same calm aura as his brother. But he wasn't his brother. "Who are you...?" says Mikey to the strange turtle with purple bandana.

"Huh?" answers, rubbing the back of his head. "S-Sorry... I am... Donatello. I'm not from here. As you can see maybe I had a, uh, time travel or something... I can't calculate the exactly time-space that I'm on, but if you help me I can go as fast as I could. I have to design a machine that..." and like Donnie, he kept talking. And talking. And talking. Mikey chuckled but didn't interrupt him. He missed hearing his brother talking his brain out to him.

His voice was calming. And for first time, Mikey didn't feel distrust towards this Donnie. He was very comfortable.

And another crash was heard there. Now a red bandana turtle was there. This turtle He slammed into the wall and was coughing from the dust it emitted. His little brother's sword, Leo, would have brought him to a strange place. A place he didn't recognize a single iota of. He didn't even recognize if it was his lair or not. And another turtle, now a blue bandana one came. His expressions were puzzled.

Mikey stared at Donnie for a moment. Donnie didn't know what was happening.

"Uhm, where are we?" asked Raph fidgeting with his fingers. Mikey raised his eyebrows in a low external surprise. But inside was thinking, who kind of Raph he was. His Raph never acted shy, or insecure. Even feary.

"H-Hello... I'm Leonardo. And... I don't know where are we but... I think you two guys surely know. Right?" says smiling kindly at them. Mikey was taken back at this. His brothers, except Donnie, acted this soft before. What the hell was happening?

"I'm Michaelangelo, and like you, I don't know what's happening but I can say, none of you are from here and we need to find a way to take you back."

The three guys look at Mikey in surprise. He doesn't look stunning, cheerful... He... He isn't the ray of sunshine he used to be.

"Uhm... Can I ask what happened... T-To you? I mean, you're Mikey... It's supossed to make jokes and laugh around... What happened?" Asks Donnie regreting it inside. He knows that to get Mikey so serious something very serious must have happened.

"I... I lost my family. The foot clan killed all of them. Oroku Saki had a grandson, Oroku Hiroto. As always, with lies he promised to take all the clan down... And he did."

Everyone's expressions darkened. Imagine that your sweetest little brother is left alone and has to face such a vile villain alone... It broke their hearts. They quickly began to imagine that situation for their Mikeys. They quickly run to hug Mikey. In other circumstances, he would have been able to hide his emotions very well... But I couldn't. She had been struggling with depression for so long, that added up to the fact that a cuter, more understanding version of her siblings to be there with him. It made him burst into tears.

Me, you, us reading this:

Stop making my Cosa vieja cry, bitches! (I wrote this, lol)

[mrs-mitsuya-takashi]

ERROR 143 - A hole in my heart

Many say - love hurts. Yeah it does, you found out the hard way. But no one ever warned you how difficult moving on is. What do you do when your partner is the - one that got away? They say it'll be fine, they said time will heal the wounds. But no one tells you what to do when you do not want to be fine, you do not want to heal. It's the only sign, the constant reminder of - what you once had was real, all those feelings - yeah they were very much present and alive.

It felt like yesterday when you were in his embrace, listing off things you both wanted to do together. His face nuzzled in your hair while you were poking his neck playfully with your nose. Those giggles and laughters that filled your tedious mornings with warmth, making the day a little more bearable. Where did all the love get lost? How did those moments evaporate into thin air? You had so many questions to ask him but the most important one was - why? Just what did he gain, leaving you broken like a toy that cannot be fixed! Did it bring him satisfaction? Was he happy now?

It felt like you were constantly in a war with yourself, your brain blaming and cursing your heart for falling in love. And your heart being too numb to even fight back or take a stand, for it knows very well there was nothing it could do or say to you, much less give you even a glimmer of hope.

Today you were passing by your favourite cafe, the one you both used to frequent. It was a grave mistake on your part to peak inside. Because he was there, seated in your favourite seat holding hands with someone who was not you.

Your brain started flashing the memories like a reel- memories of the night he broke up with you. You waited and waited relentlessly but when a lot of time had passed, it hit you that he's not gonna come back, that he must have completely erased you from his memories.

"No, don't break down-" "You knew this would have happened sooner or later-" is what you kept saying to yourself. You were feeling lightheaded, as if someone was spinning you endlessly in a broken machine, nowhere to escape. You knew you both were at a point of no return but before you could turn back, your legs took you inside straight to him. He didn't notice you till you greeted him with a Hello. He looked at you, a confused smile on his face, his eyes silently questioning - "What are you doing here?", his eyes changing from soft to somewhat hateful.

You were just a filler character in his book,you realised. The audacity you had to think you ever held even an ounce of importance in his life. "Sorry, you just look like someone I knew, I mistook you for them!" You pretended, a behaviour no longer foreign to you because that's what you did everyday! Pretending to be fine when you are not, pretending to laugh with the constant feeling of emptiness gnawing at your heart, making it hard to breathe, hard to bear! You turned on your heels and swiftly left the place. You couldn't go back home today, not to the place where all your memories ricocheted off the walls, the place that now felt like a literal hell.

You can never erase him from your life, and he will never understand your suffering or the ache you feel every time you still foolishly wait for him. Living ahead is going to be painful. You once wished, prayed, groveled in front of God for him, the person who was never gonna be yours much less remember you. What could your brain tell your heart to console it, except for - "FOR GOD'S SAKE stop hurting yourself, move on."

Your heart still has no answer, only pumping blood steadily to keep you alive as long as it can.

BAJI KEISUKE, MITSUYA TAKASHI, HAITANI RAN, HAITANI RIN, SANO MANJIRO, SANZU HARUCHIYO, KOKONOI HAJIME, KAKUCHO or your favourite character

PS: Thank you @bajiissofine for constantly being my support system!

I don't really know how I feel about this but I hope you all like it! I have only put the names of my favourite characters but please do let me know if you want me to include more characters!

[doodle17]

New Psychonauts oc just dropped fam

I'm about to show yalls the most f*cked up guy I've ever created

"Ah, Mr. Aquato. I'm glad you could make it. I've been waiting for a chance to Break Your Mind."

SO this is Tony Bridger 😬👍 that one absolutely irredeemable scumbag OC I've vaguely talked about. I guess I should get into his morals 'n backstory and yadda yadda yadda yadda

Basically, his Father created a machine that could send brainwaves or something like that, to control people. It was his life's work. Of course this was no good, so the Psychonauts were sent in to stop him. It was Sasha Nein himself in fact, who destroyed the machine. They never caught Mr. Bridger, as he took the young Tony and they went off the grid.

After his greatest invention was destroyed, the blueprints and notes all gone, Mr. Bridger went insane. It broke him, and he fell into madness. Tony tried his best to help the broken shambles of a man he knew as his father, but the poor kid was to young to be able to do anything.

Eventually, Mr. Bridger killed himself accidentally. He had stumbled onto some train tracks, got knocked out, and then a train came and ran over his unconscious body. The only family Tony had, which was already broken, was now gone. As if the insanity was infectious, Tony's mind seemed to break as well.

Its was those Psychonauts fault! It was that Agents fault! If they hadn't intervened, he'd still have a father. He didn't care if he took over the world, burned it to the ground. The only man he had to take care of him was gone, and it was all their fault.

So Tony's next plan, was to take action on how to help himself cope. In the worst. Way. Imaginable.

Since the age 14 he's been perfecting this twisted method. He somehow manged how to astrally project someone without a Psy-portal or a Brain Tumbler, and pull them into his mind. This is where the fun stuff starts

As if he's been working on it months, he's able to dig around your subconscious, find people you love, hate, respect, it doesn't matter, and twist and deform them into monsters to torment and torture you. He can create mental constructs in a matter of seconds somehow, with puzzles and monster so insane and so vile, any person who he drags into his mind...

Goes Mad.

When he was 20, he was discovered practicing this disgusting and ominous way of torment, and was thrown into one of the biggest prisons/insane asylum for Psychics ever. That thing, around his neck, is basically a psy-lock, but more powerful, and it gives you the nastiest shock anytime you try to use your powers.

He's not very worried about his position, however. In fact, he's actually quite happy he was thrown in there. Why, you may ask? Because this means he closer to the top agents. The ones who ruined his life in the first place.

Sasha, Milla, Coach, Lili and Raz have to go and try to find a way removed Tony's Brain from his body to be sedated, without having anything bad go wrong, but of course, bad things do, in fact, go wrong.

Because how do you get revenge on the very Agent who broke the one you cared most about?

By breaking one of the people they care about most as well, of course!

Oh yeah, the angst is strong with this one *rubs hands together deviously*

Yeah, I wanna try and make a fic or somthing with this guy soon. It'll be fun! Angsty, graphic, depressing and violent fun~

Sorry for the long post btw I've just been thinking about this guy's backstory a lot. Trying to make him sound evil, but with an actual reason to be

[quartarcade]

Crazy shit my friends have said but as inbox starters part 2

Part one. you are allowed to adjust these in whatever deems appropriate to your muse!

"I'm psychically passing on my brain hemorrhage onto you."

"You're at a ten I need you to being it down to a three."

"You deserve everything I send to you."

"You will die in six seconds, and I forgot how to count."

"God gave him his last breath and right now he's holding it."

"Burn in the bowels of hell like the shit you couldn't take on this day."

"Start chucking buckets, buddy."

"I'm playing 3d chess while you're out here playing baby checkers, stop eating the pieces, dumbass!"

"I hope you're in a gaming mood because you're about to speedrun the rest of your fucking life."

"Change the card color one more time and I'm changing your birth certificates date to never."

"May your fate not be the same as Icarus, you waxed-winged bitch."

"Why are there potatoes on the floor?"

"I've had just about enough of your crusty ass in my realm!"

"THAT WAS SO CHEAP IT AINT EVEN ON THE DISCOUNT RACKET. THEY'RE GIVIN IT OUT FOR FREE."

"I'm proud of my feet, they brought me to a lot of places."

"Sorry, the demons came out."

"Those nuggies are mine and that clown's a wash."

"It's not gay, it's tactical bro."

"You've stolen from my people! You've poisoned my crops!"

"I wouldn't be in your shoes, we wear different pairs of shoes."

"Your ass would have been grass and they would have mowed it."

"I'm gonna get so close to his face he's gonna see the whites of my eyes before he sees the whites of the pearly gates."

"Rome wasn't built in a day, but this ass-beating will!"

“My knees! God broke them to nerf me!”

"These arrows can tell me where to go, but only god can tell me how close hell is!"

"I took a ton of Demerol and I thought I became religious."

"She's/He's/They're dying and my lean is mixed. Let's get to work."

"I don't care what you look like so long as you look like you've met god."

"I've inserted a cow with sunglasses and now time is unstable!"

"You can't prove I lost if I'm dead."

"Instead of frozen, its colden. It was really hard breaking it together."

" I hate to tell you this, [name], but Papa John is real and He Can Hurt You."

"Everyone knows the C in Chess stands for Cuck."

"You don't know what that pufferfish did."

"I like my men lean and mean.. and preferably a machine."

"I GOTTA SHOOT BACK TO CHRISTMAS."

"If they are the 1% they're gonna get 100% of these hands."

"Waste my time once more, Petty Man."

"FUCK YOU YOU WANNA TEST GOD? I WANNA TEST CHILLI'S!"

"Everybody knows that the perfect gamer cup is a red solo cup that has a bite taken out of it."

"I did kill myself once and won."

"Someone's fucking corpse just flung into me and reversed the polarity, the alignment, and the religious affiliation of my knees."

"I gotta go mow my drive thru."

"Does his mom love him? I sure hope so."

"Who knows? The power of fish is endless."

"I'm gonna dox you so I can beat your ass publicly".

"Because I saw the future, and you're not in it."

"Want me to cancel your heartbeat? There you go!"

"We got no time to fuck around, only to find out."

"What's stupid is thinking you need permission to ask questions."

[lightning-writes]

good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 13/30

fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy

chapter summary: rue fucked up (alternatively, rue's relationship history)

word count: 1667

tags: hurt/comfort, post endgame, pre tfatws, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au

warnings: cheating, messy break-up

a/n: part 2 of the same day; sad!rue / comforting!bucky

AO3 MASTERLIST X

November 11 (Part 2)

“James, wait.” But he’s already on his feet. Raynor follows him. “James, we have twenty minutes left of the session.”

The news broke that Sam has decided to give up the shield, surrendering it to the State.

(The news broke Bucky that Sam would make this decision so flippantly. Now, he wants to break things too.)

“James, let’s process–”

“No.”

“James, don’t do this, don’t hurt him.”

Bucky whips around. He knows his eyes are wild and intense.

(It’s better than the hurt burning in his chest. He was just with Sam - why didn’t he say anything?)

“Is that where you think I’m going?”

“I–”

He strides out of the office, the door flying open, slamming against the wall. He hears her apologies, to him, to the people rushing out of their offices, but he doesn’t care. He’s out of there. He doesn’t even register Rue’s absence at the desk or that he’s exiting through the back of the building. He let his brain autopilot him out of there as quickly as possible.

On the platform outside, Rue is smoking a cigarette, toying with the crystal pendant on her necklace. He sees her startle and cower.

(She hadn’t answered his coffee text, so he hadn’t gone to the shop. She hadn’t met his eyes when he greeted her, so he didn’t push small talk. She’d disappeared down the hall before Raynor had called him.)

He also sees her face flooded with tears, eyes grim and red.

“Fuck,” she whispers, turning to wipe her face with her sleeve.

“Rue, what happened?” he demands. He knows his harsh tone is residual from the shield news. He can’t stop it. “Are you okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Bucky - sorry to worry you.” Like she’s said it a hundred times, she says, “Have a good night - text me when you get home.”

(Between her wobbly smile and shaky hands bringing her cigarette to her lips, Bucky’s thoughts slow to focus on her.)

“Did you drive here?”

“No, I took the subway. Listen, Bucky,” she tries to laugh it off, “I’m–”

“I took the subway too, let’s go.” He doesn’t touch her, but his hand hovering over the small of her back seems to impel her to start walking.

When they exit the alley, she stops to finish her cigarette before snuffing it out. They stand silently, him studying her intently and her avoiding eye contact. He’d find it funny if he didn’t have so many other feelings buzzing around in him.

She follows Bucky’s long strides down the street without speaking. He’s aware he’s nearly marching up the block - his hair is whipped back from his face by the force of his walk. He’s honestly craving a run or tearing into one of the punching bags at Fogwell’s, but he stifles that for now.

They are silent for three blocks. He sneaks a glance at her - but she’s keeping in step with him. He’s impressed, especially when he notes her boots don’t exactly look comfortable for a vigorous walk. The chill of the November night is both sobering and energizing. The city is, of course, in full swing, but the quiet between them seems louder.

At the last crosswalk, before the subway entrance, he feels her eyes on him. He knows her whole body is turned to him despite the rapid countdown of the walk sign and the crowd waiting to cross.

“I cheated on Dean with my ex.” Bucky looks at her as people herd past them to cross the road. Again, her face is red and wet. “And he found out yesterday.”

His brain is calculating the right thing to do and the right thing to say, but he’s distracted by how devastated she looks. He knows he's staring. Her ruddy nose, her swollen lips, the tears that have collected on her lashes, the black makeup pooled in the lines underneath her eyes. The small hairs loose from her two braids sticking to her full cheeks. She doesn’t look pretty at all in this moment, the way her mouth is down turned and the streaks in her makeup, but he’s still mesmerized by her.

(He’s suddenly aware that, under different circumstances, he could have kissed her.)

He takes her hand and crosses the street - the wrong way. He’s still striding, he finds, but this time with a different purpose.

“Bucky, wher–”

He finds a park and a bench. He sits her down and gets a water bottle from a nearby vendor. He opens it for her and offers it. His anger toward Sam is a slow burn in the recesses of his mind. They look at each other for a long time.

“What happened?”

Rue tells Bucky about Maeve. How they dated exclusively for two years. She jokes and says they had the full lesbain experience - they met, they dated, and they moved in with each other within the first month. She tells him that Maeve was the first long term relationship she’d had with a woman, and that meant something. She tells him that Maeve was one of the people that got ‘dusted’, and it tore Rue’s life apart.

“I met Dean two years ago,” she says. “He really saved my life.”

She tells Bucky that she’d been destroying her life with substances and crime and meaningless sex, and she had burned nearly all of her relationships with good people. She tells him that she and Dean had become quick and close friends, blurring the lines sometimes, but neither of them wanted a serious relationship. She calls it an ‘accidental open relationship’.

She explains that, when everyone returned in the beginning of the year - “thank you, Avengers,” she says with a little salute - she was so excited to have Maeve back, and that Dean understood. But Maeve slowly felt like she ‘needed to live her life’ and the Blip was a ‘wake up call’.

“So, she left,” Rue says through fresh tears. Her hands wring the empty water bottle. “And I had to beg Vick to move in because god, I was such a bitch to her at the beginning of the Blip, and I reached out to Dean in the summer.” She suddenly looks at Bucky with a funny look. “I’m so sorry, I’m dumping all of this on you,” she blurts, “this is so inappropriate–”

“Hey.” His tone makes her eyes snap to his. He gives her a meaningful look, to stop her spiral. “I’m programmed to listen,” he jokes. Her mouth curves in a smile, but her eyes fill with more tears.

It takes her a minute to continue, to tell him that she and Dean started becoming more serious, seeing each other more often and other people less.

“Maeve reached out to me before I went to see my brother.” Her next words come out wobbly. “She said she just wanted to talk, to find closure, but we…” He puts the pieces together. She chokes on a sob. “Bucky, I had to try, I loved her so much.”

(He places a hand on her back. He’s not sure what else to do. It seems to stabilize her.)

“Dean found out yesterday,” her voice hitches, “he saw my messages. He said it’s over. And I mean, rightfully so, I’m a disgusting monster for cheating on him, even if we weren’t completely and totally exclusive or labeled or whatever. But I thought, maybe, this is the break I needed, to take back Maeve, and officially rebuild our lives together.” She tucks her stray hairs behind her ears, he notices this habit of hers. “But she hasn’t responded to any of my texts or calls. I just called her again, after work, and she…”

(Rue lapses into another body shaking cry. Bucky doesn’t know whether she needs space or for him to hold her. He’s out of practice on how to console someone.)

“Her number is out of service, and I guess she blocked me on her socials,” he doesn’t know what this means, “and I have no way of contacting her or…” Her knuckles turn white. “I threw away a relationship with Dean, again, just for her to leave me again.”

“I’m sorry.” It barely sums up how he feels, but he doesn’t know what else to say. “You don’t deserve this.”

“Maybe I do.”

“You don’t,” he says matter of factly. “I’ve been around for a century. I know who deserves what.”

“God, you’re old,” she laughs weakly. She doesn’t mean it as an insult, so he doesn’t take it as one. “I bet, in the grand scheme of things, this must seem so trivial to you.”

“Not stupid…” He pauses, suppressing the feelings that accompany his attempts of vulnerability. “Doing what I did, in the past… It was easy. This stuff, stuff with feelings and relationships… that’s the harder part of life, I think…”

The park is quieter than when they first sat down. The city doesn’t sleep, but it feels sleepy right now. He watches Rue fiddle with the hem of her coat, and he deliberates his next words.

“I think the feelings and the relationships are what makes life worth living.” She scoffs, and he feels like he’s missed the mark. “I think it’s hard because it matters.”

She lifts her gaze to his. Her dark eyes seem so deep and hollow. She finally says, “I just want to go home.”

////

Despite her protests, Bucky gets on her train with her. He tells her he’s the former Winter Soldier and he’ll be fine getting back to Brooklyn. The part he doesn’t say is he knows he won’t get much sleep after this, so he’s going to Fogwell’s.

(He needs to punch something. On her behalf.)

For a few minutes, before her stop, Rue puts her head on his shoulder. He moves in closer to accommodate her. She folds her hand around his. She doesn’t say anything or lace their fingers. He thinks she’s grounding herself in his presence. (I’m here, he thinks. I’m here.)

[laalaaisqueen]

Rewrite of the Cure AU-Chapter 1: It was Good

Tinky Winky wasn’t feeling hungry but didn’t want to be rude by denying the custard. So he accepts the bowl with a smile.

“Thanks Po, I don’t know how we would live without you.”

Dipsy rolls his eyes from his position on the slide. Laa-Laa didn’t react, ever since they woke up she seems to be thinking hard about something. Only snapping out of it when Po shoved the bowl into her hands.

The yellow tubby pouts but pulls the straw to her mouth. Her ears twitched and started making weird facial expressions.

“Laa-Laa? Is something wrong with your custard?” Tinky’s concern draws the other two’s attention.

“No, it tastes normal, I just...have a weird feeling.”

He took three sips and just wasn’t in the mood to eat anymore custard. Tinky leaves it on the table in case anyone wanted seconds or something. He heads off to his room to read a book.

He must have a really long doze while reading because it was suddenly night. Tinky tiredly pushes his book shut and slides off the bed. He had a strange feeling.

He pokes his head out and notices something odd about the machine. Something was glowing from it. He assumed Po must have accidentally left it on or something. The purple Teletubby sleepily stumbles over to it to turn it off.

Tinky snapped awake when he accidentally broke it. Oh heck.

Everyone’s doors opened. Double heck.

He turns around with tearful apologies.

Dipsy was staring off to the side, its not clear if he’s even awake enough.

Laa-Laa raised an eyebrow, confused on how Tinky accidentally broke it.

Po was blankly staring at him, strangely enough. Then walked out of the dome to everyone’s surprise. It was only then Laa-Laa noticed she was holding a rope under her arm.

“P...Po! Wait! I’m sorry!” Tinky apparently didn’t noticed and ran after her.

“...I’m going to find Announcer.” She tells Dipsy then walks in the direction of their caretaker’s room. To her surprise, he wasn’t in there.

She even turned on the lights and checked everywhere. Nowhere in sight. Where could have he gone?

Laa-Laa frowns hearing a weird noise. She walks out and was about to call out for Dipsy but froze when she saw said Teletubby holding a chainsaw with a blank expression. He slowly approaches and a strong but weird feeling exploded in her gut.

“Dipsy, what the fuck are you doing? This is not the time for pranks.” Her body jumps out of the way when he lunges towards her. “Okay, yeah no, I’m leaving, you dumbass.” She bolts out of the dome and runs straight for the caves.

Laa-Laa heard footsteps running after her and could only assume the idiot was following her. Ugh.

Tinky was so confused and worried. He had no idea where Po could have gone to so fast. And worried because Noo-Noo told him when he was younger that kids that go outside past dark get kidnapped by strangers.

And while Tinky is no longer a child, he still gets paranoid about it and certainly doesn’t want someone to take poor little Po.

“Po! We should probably go back inside before this turns into a search party! I don’t want all of us to get kidnapped!”

Silence, he couldn’t even hear the bunnies moving through the grass.

Tinky checks the beach first but the footprints are most likely from earlier in the day. Maybe he can find some kind of prints on the path? It’s worth a try, he’ll need to fetch his glasses first and a flashlight.

There’s some slight disturbance in the dirt as if she was dragging her feet. For some reason he felt himself growing tense as he continued forward. The trail stops at a tree that in the past he has read his books at while Po would swing on the branches with a rope.

Tinky furrows his brows when he hears a strange noise, almost like a creaking one. He raises his eyes and wish he hadn’t. The sight making a scarring mark on his brain. He shakes his head and covers his mouth. The flashlight drops from his now limp hand.

Po’s limp body was swaying from the rope around her neck. Obviously dead.

He nearly vomited at the horrifying scene. He couldn’t understand why Po would hang herself. Was it because he broke the machine? Was something going on that he didn’t know about?

He bites on his lip and shakes his head. There’s no sense asking questions no one could answer. He needed to cut her down.

Tears blinded his vision as he runs back to the dome to go find his bag. He folds his glasses and puts them back. Tinky pulls out the sharpest knife he could find and manages to get himself to return to the tree.

His body freezes in a panic when he sees something at the tree. He could smell how bad it smelt, it was leaning over a bowl...that wasn’t there before. Tinky wanted to run away before the stranger saw him, but he wanted to keep it away from Po’s body more.

He gulps and shuts his eyes as he points his knife out. “St...STAY AWAY FROM HER!”

It jumped, startled. Then raised its arms up, a camera in its right hand and a syringe in its left.

...The smell was even worse now.

“Wa..wait! I just want the custard!”

Tinky felt a bit more confident seeing how weak and small the person is, but he still had to be on his guard. This tubby was a trespasser after all.

“WHY would you want it? It doesn’t taste too good!”

“I don’t want to eat it!”

“Then why do you want it?!”

“To study it!” He waves the syringe.

“To what? Make it taste gross?”

“...That’s a good question.” He laughs awkwardly. “You...uh..see...I think there’s something wrong with the custard because Dipsy tried to kill Laa-Laa-”

“Okay, let me stop you right there.” Tinky shakes his head. “HOW do you know my friends’ names?!”

“It’s okay, I know yours too-”

“How is that supposed to help?!” Tinky was becoming more disturbed by this conversation.

“...Oh. I thought you were feeling left out-”

“WHO even are you?!”

“I’m The Guardian.”

“...So your name is ‘Guardian’?”

“...Pretty much.”

“Alright...so where did you come from and WHY are you here?”

“I came out from under the rock so I can contact the military.” He has put his arms down at this point.

“...Why were you hiding under a rock?” Disturbed and CONFUSED at this whole interaction.

“So I could watch you four without you knowing.” He said it with complete seriousness that Tinky didn’t even accuse him of lying.

“...You’ve been stalking us?!”

“No, I’ve been watching you through cameras.”

Now he was angry for a different reason, and a sense of humiliation at the thought of invaded privacy. “You literally just described stalking!”

“It was my job though!”

“Job?!” He shakes his head again. “We’ll talk about this later, I need to cut Po down.”

He cautiously steps around, wrinkling his nose. Thanks to his tall height, he didn’t really have to climb much to get to the rope. Tinky catches her limp body...though she felt strangely warm instead of the dead coldness he was expecting.

He sighs then glares at this Guardian person again. “Why do you need to contact the military?”

“Because I lost signal underground.”

This was like talking to a wall.

“WHERE are you intending on going to call for help?”

“The satellite station.”

“And where is that?”

Guardian points towards the mountains. “That way. Through the mountains, then through the Outskirts of a Ruin.”

“What are they going to do to help us?”

Guardian shrugs. “I dunno.”

Tinky slowly blinks at him. “What are you planning on sending for help for?”

“Well...Something like ‘something went wrong with some test subjects please send help’.”

“I’m sorry-did you just call us test subjects?!”

Guardian pouts. “But that’s what Lucky called you and he said if something goes wrong, contact the military.”

Tinky heavily sighs. “You need to take a bath first.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you smell horrible and I don’t want to walk with someone who smells like a gross toilet.”

“But I need to get to the satellite station right away.”

“What you need is a freaking bath!” Bracing himself with clenched teeth, he grabbed the black hoodie and dragged him towards the dome.

“Tinky-”

“GUARDIAN. My friends call me Tinky. YOUR only choice is my full name.”

“Ouch.” Pipped up a high pitch voice.

The both did a double take at Po who was tucked under Tinky’s arm. The moment didn’t last long because of the filthy scent.

Tinky’s arms hurt but at least he was more white than that gross stain he was earlier.

He had to stick with those black shorts but Tinky wasn’t allowing him to wear that dirty hoodie so he quickly ducked into Dipsy’s room to grab a black sweater. He freaking almost tripped.

“But my hoodie-”

“Its gross, now let’s go.” Tinky huffs, spraying hair spray and perfume on his hair and fur.

Guardian coughs and by the time he was done having the fit, something felt lighter.

While Tinky and Po headed towards the entrance, Guardian was about to turn the bathroom lights off when he saw something familiar on the floor.

“Did you cut my hair?!” He reaches behind him and thankfully his hair was still long.

“Its a tripping hazard, now let’s go!”

[leiawritesstories]

could you write something for rowaelin for the song "before you go" by lewis capaldi? (p.s. hurt me please)

Hope this hurts, lovely anon ;)

word count: 1212

warnings: ANGST

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“Hey.” Aelin settled down into the rather comfortable armchair, plopping her purse onto the side table. “Sorry I took so long to get here, traffic was awful.” She tapped her foot absently against the beige tile flooring, one hand reaching for Rowan’s larger, tanned one, lacing her fingers with his. “I’ve missed you, my love. My buzzard. Home isn’t the same without you around all the time. Hell, I find myself turning around a thousand times a day thinking I saw you walk in, or heard you swearing from the other room, or felt your touch against my back.” Tears clouded her eyes despite her best efforts to keep her emotions held at bay. “Why, Ro? Why now?” 

But the unconscious man in the hospital bed made no response. 

She gulped back a sob. “I thought I was trapped in a nightmare when I got the call, you know. There has been an accident, Miss Galathynius. Of course, the damn EMT couldn’t quite pronounce my name, so it sounded like a child trying to make sense of the syllables.” With her free hand, she flicked the rogue tears off her cheek. “I keep replaying the last thing I said before you left that night, Ro. I keep hating myself for them.” She sniffled. “I told you I hated you. I hate you. I hate you. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. God, I’m such an insensitive fucking idiot. I knew what you were going through with Maeve, I knew that you’d been broken down time and time again at that awful woman’s hands, and I...I lashed out because I was stupid and insecure and fucking stupid.” 

Rhythmic, steady beeping from the machines hooked into Rowan’s body was the only answer she got. His heartbeat pulsed across one of the screens, a slow, constant electric green blip the only indication that the love of her life was there behind the ugly gown and the mottling of injuries. 

“Why couldn’t I just pick up the phone?” she whispered, voice cracking as that sob broke through her barrier. “Why was I so stubborn and insistent that I’d been in the right? Why couldn’t I see how badly you were hurting, how badly I needed to pull my head out of my ass and read the words so clearly scrawled across your face?” No longer bothering to stem her tears, she reached up to his achingly handsome face, the face that no amount of bruises and scrapes and scars would ever change that she loved. “Remembering the way you looked at me right before you left--it kills me, Ro. Every time.” She choked out another rough sob, tasting the salt of her tears. “They say time heals all ills, but I’m so, so scared it won’t heal this one. 

“My Rowan.” Lifting the back of his hand to her lips, she pressed a teary, tender kiss to the inked skin. “My buzzard.” Another kiss. “Please, don’t leave me.” Breaking into pieces by the last pleading words. 

She watched his chest rise and fall in rhythm with the tube pumping oxygen into his lungs, helping him breathe as his ribs and bruised lung healed. Watched the blips and beeps of his pulse, his brain activity, his blood flow pulse across the screens as she clutched his hand, the familiar warmth leeched away as he slept. 

“Would this have happened if I hadn’t been so closed off?” she breathed hoarsely into the silent, sterile room. “Would we be here like this if I’d just fucking talked to you for once?” Hot salt tears dripped onto his hand, her grief pouring out into the hospital bedsheets. “All I want are answers, Ro. Even if it’s just a ‘no,’ even if you tell me to fuck off. I just--” Her breath hitched. “I just want to hear your voice again, buzzard. I just want to see you smiling. I’m so sorry, baby. So fucking sorry. I did this to you--I was an idiot and I yelled at you and I made you leave and gods, I’m the reason you were in that crash.” Sobs shook her shoulders, the full force of her emotions unmasked for him. Only for him. “I love you, Rowan Whitethorn. I will never stop loving you, even if you never know it again.” Raising that hand to her lips, she pressed a soft, teary kiss to his knuckles, careful to avoid the IV. 

Finally, hesitantly, she loosened her grip on his hand, letting go before she cracked into pieces all over the hospital floor. She pushed her chair back, still with her fingers touched to his, and stared at his still, sleeping body, the pale undertone of his tanned skin. Her fingers twitched. 

No. 

His fingers twitched. 

Gasping, she raised her eyes to his face, barely believing that any of this was happening. 

Pine green crashed into turquoise, silent tears pooling in the depths of Rowan’s eyes. 

Awake. He was awake. He could hardly move, save for twitching his fingers against hers, and he was still under heavy pain medication and sleepy from the sedatives, but he was awake. Staring at her. Alive. 

Chest heaving, Aelin pressed the nurse call button, lacing her fingers with Rowan’s, her eyes not leaving his. The nurse burst into the room in less than a minute, rushing to the bedside. 

“He’s awake,” Aelin croaked, beaming through her tears. “He’s awake.” 

“He’s awake,” the nurse echoed, hurrying to check Rowan’s body functions on the monitors. Two more nurses rushed into the room at her words, talking to each other rapidly about Rowan’s vitals. “Breathing seems normal, heartbeat is steady, BP a little low but not dangerous...” The nurse who’d first entered turned to Aelin, smiling widely. “He’s perfectly fine, Ms. Galathynius.” 

Aelin could only smile wider, gripping Rowan’s hand. “What comes next?” 

What came next was a slow, steady recovery. Rowan went under sedation again the next day to have the breathing tube removed, so the next time Aelin visited him, he was propped up in bed with an oxygen tube under his nose, more coherent than he’d been when he first awoke but still unable to speak. The doctors had warned her that he’d be silent for a while as his throat recovered from having a breathing tube, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was alive, awake, and recovering his motor function, despite the fractures, the bruises, the bandages and casts on his body. 

He’d recovered enough function in his good arm that when she arrived and sat down at his side, heart bursting with all she wanted to say, he pulled over the whiteboard a nurse had left for him and slowly scratched out three words. 

I love you. 

“I love you, Ro,” she breathed. 

He erased and wrote again. I heard you, you know. 

“You did?”

Yes

“I’m such--” 

I forgive you. Setting down the whiteboard, he closed his hand around hers, every ounce of his love for her shining in his eyes. I forgive you, I love you. 

Hesitantly, she pulled herself closer, leaned gingerly over his body, and pressed her lips against his. “I love you so much.” 

“To...whatever...end,” he mouthed, forming the words with some effort. 

To whatever end. 

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[authorforrosie]

Title: Ryujin cries after you went in a car accident.

Pairing: Ryujin|You. [GxG]

Warnings: Angst/fluffy. [Mostly Angst]

Summary: Ryujin cuddles into the pink teddy bear plush that you won her days before the car accident that happened a few days.

Words: 1243.

Time never seemed to go by slower for Ryujin than when she heard from the hospital that you were in a car accident in a critical fatal condition which happened a few days ago. Her bandmates held her into their arms with tears rolling down their cheeks it broke their heart and fears came to surface of losing you their best friend in the whole world. Ryujin hurried towards her car with her bandmates following Yeji were the one driving since Ryujin were too emotional. So many emotions and thoughts run through her brain which caused a headache she squeezed the pink teddy bear plush towards her chest with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Self-blame, bad thoughts and the guilt she felt were almost unbearable for Ryujin when she sat next to Yuna in the car who squeezed her hand with tears rolling down her cheeks. The pink teddy bear plush were filled with tears Ryujin closed her eyes when her feelings became too much for her while she took a deep breath.

They never hurried faster into the hospital than to that moment nurses glanced towards them with sympathetic expression on their face's and their nerves never got to them as much as on that day.The hospital smelled like disinfection, hospital food and medication usually Ryujin feared hospital because it mostly meant that people die or get injured. Her fear of hospital didn't get to Ryujin as long as she could be with you no matter in what condition you seemed to be in. You were and you are the love of her life she couldn't imagine how darker her life would turn without you by her side.

Currently the hospital bed where you laid on your eyes closed a machine helped your unconscious form to breathe. Bandages and IV were in the veins from your under arm. Her hand took your cold hand that were wrapped in a orthopedic cast into her own hand. Tears rolled down her cheeks onto your hand she didn't realize how much she was crying until a sniffling Yeji put one hand on her tensed up shoulder. Ryujin put a hand on her hand that laid on her shoulder for a second to give it a squeeze as 'thank you.' for being there in such a terrible situation.

On her lap laid the pink teddy bear plush that you won for her a few days before the accident happened you both were on a date night. You laughed and smiled together her dimples showed when you would kiss her forehead or her nose. Ryujin should've never took these moments with you for granted it's the last thing she should've done in her own opinions. Yuna sat on the couch a little bit further away from the hospital bed tears rolled down her cheeks onto the hands from Lia who were holding her for comfort. Both cried into each other's embrace while Chaeryeong cried into the embrace from Yeji who held her. The bandmates promised themselves to never take you for granted again no matter what happens because you are the light of their life you bring them happiness and comfort.

„Girls I am so sorry..." said the Manager with sympathy in his voice.

The bandmates glanced towards each other with a confused expression on their face's before glancing back at him. Ryujin could only shake her head with disappointment when she had a thought what he could be apologizing for. Yeji leaned her head down she couldn't believe how careless they seemed to be earlier if they only took Professional people with them then this won't have happened. Nothing would have been leaked by a Midzy or Paparazzi.

„We tried everything we could to stop paparazzi's from finding out about you guys being in the hospital until someone leaked that you guys are in here for Y/N..." mumbled the manager with shame in his voice.

„How could this happening this is so tragic. Can't people respect the privacy from Idols we have a life behind the camera, stage's and fan services as well." Complained Yeji with anger and disappointment in her voice.

Yeji went outside with him probably to yell towards him about how he didn't do his job correctly Lia and Yuna stormed out the room with angry expression on their face's and Chaeryeong walked next at Ryujin with tears in her eyes. Both glanced towards each other with pure sadness. The time never seemed to be worse than right now with you being in coma because of critical fatal condition while outside could be Midzy's and paparazzi's heard. Loud screams could be heard outside from the hospital. The bandmates felt bad that none of them have been careful enough to not be caught by Midzy or any paparazzi's. The most bad felt Chaeryeong because she didn't think about the consequences of them driving without anyone professional with them in that moment.

Lia walked towards the waiting room from hospital with Yuna tears rolled down their cheeks from anger and sadness both couldn't afford to lose you. Their best friends. The bandmates sat down holding each other in a friendship way with tissues surrounding them that nurses gave them with empathetic expression on their face's. Yeji screamed in frustration punching a wall in progress before she calmed down after she saw everyone looking at her including Yuna and Lia.

- -

Ryujin's bandmates walked back into your hospital room with their head leaned down a sad expression could be seen on their face's. Midzy's cried after hearing from you being in a coma and hospital because you didn't deserve to get through something so tragically like that. Midzy's hugged each other in front of the hospital holding each other while crying with a sad expression on their face's. Everyone could only hope that you would wake up in the future because everyone in South-Korea loved you. You always were the brightest person with a good heart and beautiful personality.

Ryujin kissed the back from your cold hand with a sad expression on her face. Her world seemed black after everything that happened with you and how the world seemed to get so much more cruel than before.

„Please wake up my love we have so much planned for life especially wanting to get married and having children I still wanna move with you wherever you wanna move someday then buy a good big house with many children growing up. You are the love of my life please don't leave me I promise baby I will never take you for granted again no matter what happens." Begged Ryujin with desperation and sadness in her voice.

Her bandmates only looked with sadness and empathetic expression on their face’s. They felt much empathy and sympathy for you both. The relationship from you both always has been inspiring towards them and they admired you both together Yuna calls herself the otp captain from y/s/n ship. Suddenly the heart monitor could be heard the slowing down heartbeat before the line of flatline could be heard from you.

The bandmates cried holding back Ryujin when they got pushed out from the hospital room by nurses and doctors who rushed into the room with a panic expression on their face’s. Ryujin crying could be heard from many miles away everyone who heard it got their heartbroken. Because her crying sounds so painful as if the sun loses their light.

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Something Better To Do

Mafia! Suna x F! Reader

A/N: So this is for @nkogneatho​‘s FMFM collab! Thank you for letting me participate and I’m so sorry for the late posting!! My procrastinating ass couldn’t do it in June and when July came life hit me like truck-kun 😭 Typed this with one brain cell as the heat has melted my rest and not proofread, so if there’s any mistakes please let me know!! (Or just pretend you didn’t see it T_T) Not super proud of this, but lately my creativity has been 📉

Tags: smut, fluff, mafia! Suna but nothing dark, all characters are 18+, protection (be responsible) smut is at the bottom part if you are only interested in the smut lol

WC: 3177

The day had started off so well. Your parents had to leave for an abrupt business meeting abroad and left at the crack of dawn. Usually you would meet up with Suna whenever your parents were away, but he has been away for ‘work’ for the past few weeks.

You knew it was for something important for the Inarizaki gang, and Atsumu had been tasked to go on this trip. But he had an argument with Osamu a few days prior, and with the latter refusing to cook for him, Atsumu gave himself food poisoning when he tried to cook for himself.

So Kita had told Suna to attend instead.

Your finger hovered above the messaging app, wondering if you should text him. The last message he had sent was from a week ago. With a sigh, you decided not to disturb him and closed your phone.

Still, this was the longest you had been without seeing Suna.

As if your daydreams blended into reality, you heard the familiar purr of a motorcycle. At first you thought you were dreaming. However, when you looked down from your bedroom window, you saw Suna coming to a stop below your window, the morning sunlight reflecting off his motorcycle. He lifted off his helmet, and those yellow eyes raised up to meet yours, his lips curved up lazily when he caught sight of you.

He was already standing at your doorway when you opened the front door and flew into his arms.

“Rin!” You cried happily.

His name has hardly left your lips when his mouth descended upon yours. He cupped your face and pulled you towards him, your lips repeatedly met together, making up for lost time. It was only when you felt Suna’s lip against yours did you realise how much you missed him. Your head was spinning when you finally pulled apart. The comforting scent of the cologne he wore and a hint of cigarette enveloped you.

It’s been too long, you thought, looking up at his face.

One of his thumb wiped across your glistening lips.

“Somebody missed me,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming back?”

“Thought I would surprise you.”

“Well, you certainly did.” That’s when you realised.

“How did you know my parents weren’t home?” You asked in surprise. Suna never came to your house unless your parents weren’t home, and you usually told him beforehand.

The image of your parents’ initial shock was still fresh in your mind when you broke the news about you and Suna being together, which morphed into disapproval then anger when you said you won’t break it off with him when they told you.

“But he’s part of Inarizaki, the yakuza!” Your mother had said in horror. She would have been less shocked if you told her Suna smuggled pandas for a living.

It would be easier if you moved out of your house, but Suna knew how much your parents meant to you even if they didn’t approve of your relationship, so you would meet up in town whenever both of you were both free or when your parents were away.

“Hmm,” Suna only hummed as his arms encircled your waist and he nuzzled your hair, but you caught a faint glint in those narrow eyes of his.

With a sigh, Suna relaxed his whole body, and you stumbled at the sudden weight you had to bear.

“R-Rin, you are heavy!”

He leaned into your ears and whispered, “You didn’t  say that last time I had you under me.”

“Rin!”

He sniggered seeing your red face, and stood back upright.

“Get dressed. I don’t want that nosy neighbour of yours to notice that I’m here and tell your parents once they are back.”

“Where are we going?” You asked, pulling your arms back unwillingly.

Sensing your reluctance to let him go, Suna’s lips brushed against your forehead.

“You’ll see.”

“Are we going to your place?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his waist behind him on the motorcycle.

“Is that what you want?” Suna flashed you a teasing smirk.

You felt heat build up on your cheeks, and you buried your face behind his back.

“I don’t mean that! Just thought we could watch a movie or do something relaxing since you just came back.”

Suna did look a bit tired. And the smell of cigarettes has been stronger than usual. It was a habit of his, he tended to smoke more when he was irritated or stressed.

“If you continue to be so cute I’ll really take you to my place right now.”

“Nope, take me where you wanted to.”

“Later then,” You could hear the laughter in his words.

Then, with a twist of his wrist, the throttle thrusted the machine forward.

It was always exhilarating sitting on the back of Suna’s motorcycle. He drove fast yet with precision. Instead of driving, the term flying would be more accurate to describe what you were feeling. The familiar scenery of the city blew past as Suna expertly maneuvered between the traffic without slowing down. It was only when he started slowing down did you realize where you were going.

It was a few months ago when you made a passing remark of wanting to go to the aquarium when they finished building the underwater tunnel.

It was one of the things you love about Suna. Sometimes you would make a casual remark about a certain place that you were interested in going to, but Suna would always remember and take you there whenever he had the chance.

As you arrived closer, you noticed the long queue extending from the entrance. It didn’t come as a surprise seeing it was the opening weekend, but you were worried about how long you had to wait.

Instead, Suna simply sped past them and came to a stop at the back staff entrance.

A man in a suit and name badge stood next to a door that said ‘STAFF ONLY’. He had an anxious look on his face, which only deepened when he saw Suna.

“Ah, S-Suna-san, I’ve been waiting for your arrival.” He smiled, sweat running down his face. “I’m the manager, very pleased to make your acquaintance.” He bowed deeply, to which Suna only replied with a curt nod after he got off the motorcycle.

“This way, please.” He gestured towards the back of the entrance.

You turned towards Suna as you walked behind the manager.

“He looks so scared of you. What did you do, hold his whole family ransom?” You whispered, your eyebrows raised.

“No, I told him that I would let Atsumu cook for him for a week if he doesn’t let us into the aquarium.”

You choked back a laugh, trying to hide it since the manager turned around to hold the door open for you.

You had just stepped into the aquarium when Suna’s phone rang.

Suna took out his phone. With one look at the name displayed on the phone screen the decline button silenced the noise. Yet within half a second his phone rang again.

“Just ignore it,” Suna muttered, and turned his phone on silent.

As if knowing the calls will be ignored, your phone chimed.

Sender: Atsumu

‘TELL HIM TO PICK UP THE PHONE!!’

Then

‘I KNOW HE IS WITH YOU’

“Shouldn’t you pick up the phone, in case it’s something important?”

With a look of resignation on his face, Suna picked up his phone. Even with the phone next to his ears, you could hear Atsumu’s excited voice on the other end.

Suna’s eyes flickered to you, and from the look of his face, you knew your date was going to end before it even started.

“Fine, but I’m bringing her with me.”

After he hung up his phone, Suna turned to you with a look of exasperation.

“Atsumu. He said it was an emergency.”

“Oh,” you could feel your heart sinking.

“I told him that you are coming with me, so afterwards we can head back here.”

“Can I?” Your eyes lit up. Suna had taken you with him to a few informal gatherings before

“Doubt it’s anything of importance, seeing who was calling,” Suna muttered.

He glanced at the manager. “We’ll be back later.”

“Ah, that’s absolutely fine, sir,” the man bowed, and you can’t help but feel he was relieved to see the back of Suna.

By the time both of you arrived at the private VIP room in one of Inarizaki's nightclubs, all of the top members have already assembled on the sofa in the middle of the room.

Atsumu had greeted you both enthusiastically when you first entered.

And unfortunately for both of you, his enthusiasm didn’t abate one bit. An hour and a half later, you were still sitting at the back of the room, with the prospect of listening to Atsumu’s voice for the rest of the day hanging gloomingly in front of you.

You looked up at your boyfriend on the sofa, the only one sitting facing you. Thin wisps of smoke rose from the cigarette dangling between his lips. He made a non-committal ‘mmh�� whenever Atsumu’s words seemed to be directed at him, but from the look on his face you knew he was hardly listening.

By now, even Osamu was heaving a sigh at Atsumu.

“Samu, what are ya sighin’ for?!”

“Just wonderin’ how that single brain cell of yours could work for so long without overheatin’.”

“Hah?! At least I got one unlike yer-”

“Osamu.” Kita’s quiet voice was enough to bring an end to the twins bickering in an instant. He nodded at Atsumu to continue, and no one dared to say anything seeing that Kita wanted Atsumu to speak.

You stared in boredom at the sudoku puzzle on your screen, wondering if you threw your phone at Atsumu’s head it would solve the puzzle. You finally get to see Suna yet the precious time you had together was ticking away, wasted here.

That’s when the idea entered your head.

You raised your arm slightly, trying to catch Suna’s attention. He glanced at you questionly.

With a teasing smile on your face, you placed a finger on your lips. Then, you ran your finger down, until you came to a stop at the button of your blouse.

Slowly, you opened it.

Suna’s eyes widened and he froze. It was rare to catch him off guard, and you suppressed a giggle. Holding his gaze, the next button fell open. His eyes darkened instantly as he realised what you were doing.

In the dim light of the room, a sharp light has entered Suna’s eyes. He leaned back, his eyes narrow, as if daring you to see how far you could go.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. If any of the men turned slightly, they would be able to see you. But seeing the burning lust swirling in Suna’s eyes, the way his sharp gaze raked down your body, as if stripping you even more bare, it was more than enough to heat you up and fuel you on.

Biting onto the collar of your blouse, you lifted your bra up.

If only you knew what you were doing to Suna. It took everything he could not just to take you there and then.

Every muscle in his body was tense. He took his cigarette and mouthed the word ‘bathroom’.

With a small smile on your face, you left the room.

The moment he walked into the bathroom, his mouth crushed against yours. One of his hands held the back of your head, and his other arm slammed on the partition of the toilet stall near your head, trapping you with nowhere to go. His hips were pushed against yours, and you could feel the hard bulge throbbing against you. The kiss was hard, furious. The taste of cigarette entered your mouth when his tongue slipped inside, exploring your mouth, twisting around yours. By the time he let you up, both of you were gasping, the sound echoed in the empty bathroom.

“What do you think you were doing?” His voice was low.

“Just thought I would give you something better to do,” you grinned at him. You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

With the partition supporting your back, Suna lifted one of your legs until it rested at the crook of his elbow. His other hand reached down between your skirt and slipped inside your wet folds. The feeling of his long finger sinking inside you so suddenly made you gasp and you tightened around them. His eyes thinned as he felt your wetness coating his hand.

“So wet. Did it excite you that much to flash yourself in front of other men? Do you want to see you like this?” His voice took on that dangerous low tone as he hissed out those words.

You shuddered, temporarily lost in the feeling of his finger reaching so deep within you. It was a good thing you already took your panties off before he arrived, because it would have been torn into shreds otherwise.

“Only you,” you whispered once you got your breath back.

Hearing that, Suna added another finger. He was stretching you hard, finger curling inside you, reaching depths where you couldn’t on nights when he wasn’t by your side.

You pushed yourself against his fingers when his movements turned languid. Suna watched you lazily as you fucked yourself on his fingers, but the heavy desires clouding his eyes betrayed his expression.

“Rin,” you whined. Because you wanted him to fill you up.

His only response was easing his fingers out of you. You whimpered, clenching around nothing.

The sound of a belt being unbuckled never sounded so glorious to your ears. You looked down. Suna’s cock stood erect, precum leaking at the tip. Just seeing the sight of it made you yearn for him.

“Hurry,” you begged.

He ripped the small foil packet with his teeth.

“Don’t think your family is gonna be even more pleased with me if you get pregnant, but is that what you want? Maybe I should just fill you up.” The sound of his low voice made the coil in your abdomen tighten. His fingers traced along your stomach. There have been so many times when he imagined just filling you up, stuffing you full of his seeds until it dribbled out, marking you as his.

But not today.

He hooked his arms underneath your knees and lifted you up easily. Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders and your legs settled around his hips. You lifted your hips up. Suna stroked his cock along your slit, teasing your entrance.

Then in a single stroke, his whole length sank into you. A strangled gasp left your lips.

“S-So big,” you choked out those words.

The stretch burned. His fingers earlier did not prepare you enough for the thick girth that forced its way into your walls, and you struggled to accommodate his huge length that was splitting you open.

Suna cursed under his breath. He rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. The feeling of your wrapped so tightly and deliciously around him made him shudder. He gritted his teeth to suppress the overwhelming urge just to fuck you and ruin you right here.

“Been wanting to do this since I saw you this morning,” Suna groaned.

His mouth ran down your neck, his hot tongue leaving a blazing trail in its wake until he reached your breasts. He sucked on your skin, leaving marks all over. Then, his hot mouth captured your nipple. He rolled it with his tongue, his teeth occasionally grazing it, earning a whimper from you.

Once you got accustomed to his length, you rolled your hips a few times, and seeing the pleasure was greater than the pain, you tried to lift up your body and move on your own seeing he wasn’t moving, but Suna grabbed your hips firmly. “Move,” you begged, close to tears. Suna simply rolled his hips, thrusting shallow thrusts that didn’t satisfy you.

A part of him knew you only wanted his attention, yet another part of him was angry that the other men almost got to see you. A sight that belonged to his eyes only.

“What do you want?” His voice was hoarse. Because he wanted you as much as you wanted him. All those nights he spent alone thinking of you, and here you were finally in his arms.

You looked at him straight in his eyes. “Fuck me, Suna Rintaro.”

The words snapped his last restraint.

Suna pulled all the way out, then slammed your hips back down, hitting the deepest part of you.

You would have screamed if it wasn’t for the fact that all the air was knocked out of your lungs by his sudden movement. Every nerve in your body was on fire. Your fingers digging into his biceps, leaving crescent marks.

The question of how you were going to walk briefly flitted through your mind, but by his next trust, your mind was empty because he had just hit that sweet spot of yours.

‘S-slow down!’

Contrary to your words, your hole was eagerly sucking him back in every time he moved, slick dripping down onto the floor.

His hips snapped to yours repeatedly as he fucked you relentlessly.

It took all you had just to hold yourself up. The pace he set was brutal. Lewd squelching sound and your moans reverberated in the enclosed space. The waves of pleasure crashing through your body threatened to drown you as Suna hit that particular spot that sent your nerves ablaze again and again.

Suna watched the way your eyes glaze over from the pleasure he gave you. The way you looked so perfect taking him all in.

You knew you weren’t going to last long.

“I-I’m coming, Rin,” you managed to say those words in between your moans.

“Then come,” his own voice was strained as he was nearing his own edge, his thrusts losing their rhythm.

It was the sight of you coming undone that led Suna over the edge. The way you arch your back, your walls spasmed around him, clenching so perfectly around him. And the way his name tumbled out of your lips as you came. Suna gripped your hips and with a few particular heavy thrusts, he came with a shudder.

For a few moments neither of you said anything. You were trembling from the high that you’ve just descended from, your heart racing in a furious double time.

Suna’s lips gently brushed against your forehead.

“You okay?” He murmured.

You nodded weakly. “Give me a minute.”

Suna nodded, his lips left light kisses across your collarbones.

Except…

“Wait, Rin, what are your hands doing?!”

Suna looked up at you with a smirk. “Time for round two.”

Masterlist | Ko-Fi | 2021.07.21

[enaelyork]

All it's fake (or not) ! - Part -1 F!Reader x Agent Stone (Fake couple) F!Reader xRobotnik

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Okay i'm so sorry for the time, but it's not possible for me to make a one shot with this idea. Soooo i did something stupid again.

Fake couple trope/ Ennemy to lover / Jealousy is for Robotnik /

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-Doctor, I know I haven't worked with you for a long time, but supporting an antisocial is not part of my skills.

Y/N stood there in front of him, the goblet still smoking in her hands. She had hoped, stealing it from Stone, that taking it to the doctor would make him kinder to her. But obviously, nothing could make a guy like him more sympathetic.

-You don't have many skills anyway!

- Ha! Hello doctor, how delighted I am to hear the sound of your voice again. She spat humorously, putting down the cup. You had to believe that coffee had a strong power of persuasion over him.

- May I know where Stone is? he added without even asking her how she feel. He hardly dared to look at her and it tended to disconcert her. Why had the doctor been avoiding her so much since the night Stone made him dance with her? It wasn't that terrible, was it? She danced so badly?

- He is busy. She lied, in part at least.

- Busy ? And what is my assistant doing if not being at my order?

- General Walters asked to see him, and besides… She took a quick look at her watch. Know that I have to join them in about five minutes.

She could hear the doctor perfectly swallow.

-You ?

- Perfectly.

-And Stone?

- That's right, doctor.

For the first time in the ten interminable minutes she had been in that devil's workshop, the doctor had looked up from his accursed machines. In his head seemed to form mathematical equations that had nothing to do with the problems she studied in elementary school.

-And me ?

-I beg your pardon ? she asked, as if she desperately wanted to hear the tone of voice he used to ask his question. Between fear, anger and something she couldn't decipher.

-Walters didn't tell you anything about me?

She shrugged.

-No, he probably thinks that you are too busy on your machines, or to be pissed off.

-Get the hell out of here Y/N! He spat like venom, she didn't need to be asked. Truth be told, pissing him off had been her favorite pastime ever since he'd given her such a nasty welcome on her first day. Y/n was not the type to be impressed by unsympathetic and unpleasant bosses, and this one seemed to count in his many doctorates that of the biggest asshole on Earth.

So much the better, if he thought he was discouraging her in this way, he was putting his finger in his eye. Y/N had cracked many worse than him.

—

Every mechanism had to be in its place, they were, he was sure of it and yet nothing worked as he wanted? Why ? And then why had Stone been summoned to Walters with that idiot Y/N and… Why was he thinking about that?!

The doctor sank into the back of his chair with a sigh. It suddenly seemed stuffy in his studio. Even though he did everything he could to get this question out of his head, it kept coming up on repeat.

Why were Stone and Y/N summoned together?

And him in all this? Wasn't he the most competent of all? Well, maybe those two alone could equal half his brain, but only thanks to Agent Stone. He might be stupid, but he wasn't as stupid as the rest of the humans he had met.

But her.

Since she had arrived, since she had interfered in his balance, something disturbed the doctor. Like a part that jams a machine and that we can't extract. He had tried everything to get her to leave. Silence (which she filled in with stupid jokes until he broke), meanness (he was good at it, but she was unlucky too), and indifference (except that it was impossible to stay indifferent to Y/N and…oh wait?), nothing worked, nothing!

He backtracked in his reasoning.

Indifference.

Impossible.

That was the problem, it was impossible. Nothing she did left him indifferent. That night, when Stone overindulged in champagne and tricked him into slow-dancing with her (who was just as drunk as his dorky assistant), Robotnik didn't just feel sick. He had felt something else that bothered him more than anything.

He'd smiled at one of those awful jokes (they sucked even more when she was drunk).

Well, she also called him a condescending bastard, while wrapping her arms around his neck, that's when things got out of hand. He thought he was in control, but that's if he pushed it away.

But he hadn't.

-What is happening to me?

- Are you okay doctor?

He jumped when he saw his assistant appear behind him. Did he speak out loud? Considering him for a moment to verify his hypothesis, he noticed that the agent didn't seem more worried than usual.

-Nothing ! Just that awful machine! He grumbled before turning around with a contemptuous look.

- Nice, Doctor, it reassures me to be able to leave you alone then.

He stopped breathing.

For several seconds.

The time that the information passes six times in his head.

-Agent Stone, before I ask you to pin yourself to the wall, I don't think I heard very well what you just said to me.

-Well…I was summoned by the general and…He sent me on a mission.

-On a mission ? He repeated his two words with a mad desire to grab her by the collar. On a mission, without me? he added with a voice straight out of hell.

-Yes…Doctor, I…How can I explain…

- WE'RE GOING TO HAWAII!!!!!

A terrible thundering voice had just tumbled through the workshop, like a devastating storm.

-I am disturbing ? Y/N threw, observing the Doctor and Stone, visibly very busy. We could therefore no longer martyrize our employees without being disturbed by this unbearable little...

- Yes, you are disturbing, Y/N!

- Ha, yes I understand, you're saying your heartbreaking goodbyes to your favorite assistant, but I guess you already have a robot programmed somewhere to make coffee for him, don't you? Don't worry, I'll take good care of him.

Did he just hear well?

- How do you take care of him? And how ?

-Well, doctor… Y/N and I are sent on an infiltration mission.

It didn't happen often, but he really wanted to laugh. Y/N and Stone, together, on a mission? The end of the world was soon...

-In Hawaii? he hissed in a contemptuous tone.

- You're jealous, aren't you?

- Pffff! he rolled his eyes, Y/N definitely didn't understand anything. If you think sunbathing on the beach and playing silly games makes me feel like it, you don't know me well.

- Oh, I know that for you it's only the machines that count, but I've always dreamed of seeing you in a Hawaiian shirt.

He had to force himself to control the redness of his skin.

- And this mission… He started to change the subject, what will it consist of ?

- We have to infiltrate an international business convention. The government is questioning the activities of one of them and would like to know if…

-Shhhut, Stone, we must say nothing! She teased, leaning on him. Y/N seemed to become very familiar with his assistant and he didn't like it at all. Especially since Stone didn't hesitate to become extremely friendly with her, which pleased him even less.

-For infiltrators you are not discreet! He continued in a scathing tone, oddly the anger inside him didn't seem to subside, even in the sarcasm.

-Well, it's part of our game not to be discreet! Y/N continued with that smug tone that annoyed him so much. Know that Aban and I...

Wait, did she just call him by his first name?

- Did you just call Stone by his first name?

- Of course, since for our mission we…

- We have to pretend to be a just married couple.

There, no doubt, he had just had an attack.

-Doctor? Stone threw in a worried tone, are you okay? Why did you get up? Where are you going ?

Where is he going ? It was obvious, right? Throw an atomic bomb in Walters' office for having dared to imagine and above all to apply such a lousy plan!

They paid nothing to wait. Pfft! And this Y/N who seemed delighted to pass this mission with that moron Stone when she could very well stay here with him. Besides, why wouldn't Stone go with someone else? Or even that they don't go, neither of them? At the limit it would do without coffee, but that…

He will never accept it.

[live-the-fangirl-life]

Stolen Stamps

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Stolen Passport Oneshot

“You took me on a trip just to break up with me so I stole your passport” - Prompt from @dailyau

I don't know where this came from, it just kinda happened, enjoy! Minor Chaolaena, Rowaelin endgame

Masterlist | Read on Ao3

Warnings: Language

2494 words

*******

The faint hum of the air condition filled the meticulously organized room in the back of the post office.

“Ms. Galathynius,” A deep, accented voice addressed her.

Her gaze on the tall bookshelf in the corner jerked back to the man sitting across from her behind his desk. His hands were crossed, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing part of a tattoo that wrapped around his muscular arm. She tried not to watch as the muscles shifted as he leaned forward when he spoke to her.

“Can you please explain to me why you were trying to mail a very,” He paused, glancing at the messily-wrapped bundle on the center of his desk, “suspicious-looking package to the Adarlan embassy in Antica?”

Aelin opened her mouth to try to explain, but no words came out.

He raised a silver eyebrow and waited.

She sighed, “I swear, it’s not what it looks like.”

***

The cab ride to the airport was a blur. So was the flight, and the ride to her hotel. It wasn’t until Aelin locked the door of her hotel room and set down her bags, that the events of the day finally hit her.

Whether it was adrenaline or shock or relief, she couldn’t be sure. Aelin fell back onto the bed and rubbed her face, groaning. She thought back to that morning when everything had been fine.

Fine, not great, just fine. That’s how things always felt with Chaol, just fine.

Her brain was still working through what happened when she jolted up from the bed, eyes wide.

“Shit. What did I do?”

Aelin scrambled towards her purse and rummaged through it. She couldn’t find it; maybe she didn't take it. She turned the bag upside down over the bed and watched as her things fell out. She pushed aside her little paperback mystery novel, her lipstick, her boarding pass, she moved aside a wrinkled coupon and froze.

“Fuck.”

***

After wearing a track into the carpet with her pacing, Aelin decided to call Lysandra. It was going about as well as she expected.

“Lysandra, I did a bad thing.”

Aelin chewed her fingernail between her teeth, a bad habit she couldn’t kick when she was stressed, as she tried to tell her best friend what just happened. She was standing on the small balcony of her hotel hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind. So far, it wasn't doing a great job.

“Aelin,” Lysandra’s voice sounded amused through her phone, “This is you were talking about, you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

Rolling her eyes, Aelin ran a hand through her hair. “I did a petty, horrible, impulsive, really bad thing.”

There was a long pause as Lysandra seemed to realize how serious Aelin sounded.

“Okay. Now I’m getting worried.” Then a sharp gasp, “Was it illegal? Have you been arrested? Are you calling me from a foreign prison?”

“Lys—” Aelin tried cutting in, she wanted to stop the hysterics before her friend’s imagination got out of hand.

“When you told me you were going on a trip with Chaol I thought you’d be spending time on the beach, not using me as your one phone call from a dirty jail cell hundreds of miles away!”

“Lysandra!”

“And where’s Chaol? Is he there with you?”

“Lysandra, stop! I haven’t been arrested, I’m not in prison, I’m fine. Actually, I’m great.” Aelin closed her eyes and sighed, trying to scrounge up some guilt but failing. “Actually, it's because I’m feeling great that makes what I did so much worse, because I don’t really feel bad about it.”

“Don’t scare me like that.” Her friend's voice echoed in her ear. “If you’re fine, then tell me what happened and tell me why you’re calling me at,” she paused and groaned, “six in the morning.”

“Sorry,” Aelin winced, “I’m still on a different time frame.”

“Still? Where are you now? Are you not in Antica anymore?”

“Slow down, Lys.” Aelin loosed a breath and ran a hand through her hair, “I’m back in Terrasen.”

“What? When did you get back?” Lysandra sounded confused, and Aelin couldn't blame her, after all, she was supposed to be in Antica for four more days.

“Today. Less than an hour ago. I’m at a hotel, I just needed to clear my head.”

After a moment of silence, Lysandra asked again, “Where’s Chaol? Have you talked to him about whatever this is? Not that he’d help much “Lysandra muttered the last part, but Aelin still heard.

Here we go, Aelin thought, “No. We broke up.”

“What?” Lysandra was definitely awake now. “Really? Oh, honey, I’m sorry if you’re hurting, but good for you, I never really liked him.”

“Yeah, I know.” Aelin barked a wry laugh, “He dumped me, actually.”

“He dumped you?”

Aelin barked another laugh, getting angry as she told Lysandra the rest, “Get this, that bastard invited me on this trip specifically to break up with me”

“What the actual fuck?”

“Yeah, and honestly?” Aelin took a deep breath, feeling a mess of emotions as she explained. “I can’t blame him.” She amended herself quickly at Lysandra's sound of protest, “I don’t mean about taking me on a trip to do it, because that’s fucked up, but I mean the actual breaking up part. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, it was more about who would pull the trigger first. Come on, Lys, you knew I was more excited to spend a week on the beach than to spend a week with him.”

Lysandra snorted, “Yeah, Ace, I knew that. I was hoping you realized that, too.”

“Well, I did. So, I left. I’m back in Terrasen, there was no way I was staying there with him any longer, that would’ve been too weird.”

Aelin could hear Lysandra’s coffee machine buzz to life through the phone and suddenly wished she had a cup of coffee. Once she figured this mess out, she’d go find a cafe.

“Right. Okay,” The brunette’s voice rang out, “let me get this straight, Chaol took you on a trip solely to break up with you, and now you’re back in Terrasen while he’s still on the Southern Continent. I’m still not seeing what exactly you did that’s making you freak out.”

At that, Aelin flopped back onto the bed and flung an arm over her face, groaning.

“I know breaking up with Chaol is for the best, Hellas, I feel relieved. But at that moment, I was so angry. I was furious that he’d take me on this trip instead of just doing it at home like a normal-fucking-person—I mean, who takes a break-up vacation? Anyways, when I was packing my things to leave, I, kinda, sorta, took something of his.”

“Aelin…what did you do?”

Aelin looked at the foot of the bed where the remains of her purse were strewn over the blanket. Her eyes caught on two matching little booklets with gold seals on them.

“I stole his passport.”

***

“Ms. Galathynius—”

“Aelin, please.” She cut off the silver-haired man behind the desk.

The only change in his stoic demeanor was a small twitch of his lips. “Aelin. Can you explain what exactly you’re trying to mail, that looks like that—”

‘That’ being the layers of spare newspaper she found tucked away in her hotel room haphazardly wrapped and tied with the thread from the complimentary sewing kit, also from her hotel room. She hadn’t been able to find any tape. Aelin thought if she brought it to the post office then she could re-package it with actual materials, but she’d chosen not to unwrap it before getting there. An obvious mistake.

“—to an official, protected, government Embassy?” His voice was stern and his green eyes steady.

This looked bad. Aelin could easily admit that this looked really bad.

She placed her hands on his desk and watched as his eyes tracked the movement. “I can explain. It's definitely not as bad as I’m sure you think it is.”

He remained silent, watching her expectantly.

She caught sight of the nameplate on the side of his desk. “Mr. Whitethorn—”

“Rowan, please.”

Did he sound amused?

Taking confidence from that, she sat up a little straighter and said, “Rowan,”

His mouth quirked a little higher as she said his name.

Clearing her throat, she started again, “Rowan, you can open the package, I assure you it's nothing bad. It’s just a passport.”

One of his eyebrows rose skeptically, “A passport?” He asked doubtfully.

“Yes, a passport. That’s why I was trying to send it to the embassy. It belongs to my b—ex.” She stumbled over the last word, still unused to Chaol’s new title.

He—Rowan—looked even more intrigued.

“You’re mailing your ex their passport, but decided to wrap it in the most suspicious, threatening way possible?”

Aelin winced. “I didn’t have many options.” She chuckled, remembering trying to tie the string together in the hotel bathroom’s fluorescent lights. “I thought I could fix it once I got here, but I didn’t even have a chance to ask for materials before being escorted in here.” She waved a hand vaguely and looked around his office.

Rowan was fully smirking now. He leaned back in his chair and watched her for a long moment. “It is my job to confiscate suspect packages. Especially when those packages are being sent to, say, a government building.”

Leaning forward slightly she smiled and told him, “Well, you seem to be very good at your job.”

Gods, was she flirting? She and Chaol literally just broke up. But she couldn’t deny she was attracted to Rowan. Not with the way his pine-green eyes lit up with amusement or the way the muscles in his arms flexed when he shifted in his chair. Not to mention that tattoo; she was a sucker for tattoos—and she’d never told him this, but it always disappointed Aelin that Chaol never even considered getting any ink.

Good gods, she was flirting. And not very well.

Still smirking, Rowan leaned forward and asked, “Care to tell me why you’re sending your ex their passport?”

Was it her imagination or did he say ‘ex’ like it was the most interesting word in his question.

She couldn't stop the small smile twisting her lips. “I don't see how the ‘why’ of it is any of your business.”

Rowan surveyed her and Aelin tried not to blush under his gaze. She couldn't stop herself from comparing him to Chaol, he never made her feel this flustered with just a stare. Rowan's eyes tracked her face, tracked the way her cheeks heated, and she tried with all her might to fight the blush.

She wasn’t a teenager with a crush, she was a woman who knew how good she looked and was very attracted to the man whose eyes had not stopped roaming over her. She fought down the blush and flipped her hair over her shoulder, smiling charmingly at him.

He seemed to like it and his grin widened before putting on a faux stern face.

“I try to be as thorough as possible, Aelin,” Gods, the way he said her name made her toes curl. “It would make things easier if you explained why. I could finish my paperwork quicker, get this thing sent off, and we’d both be free of this passport and your ex.”

Wow, he wasn't beating around the bush. She liked it.

He sent her a slow grin, “I’d be able to take my break at nine, and go for a cup of coffee.”

The way he said the last part left no room for guessing what he meant. He wanted to take her out for coffee.

A small part of her hesitated, she had just broken up with Chaol. But on the other hand, he took her on a fucking breakup vacation, so screw him and she could do whatever the hell she wanted. And she wanted Rowan. She wanted to go get coffee with Rowan.

So she smiled, winked at him, and said, “I’m mailing it back to him because I stole it from him.”

Rowan’s smile faltered and he blinked.

“You what?”

“I stole it from him.”

He stared at her another moment before a chuckle escaped his lips and he was shaking his head but smirking.

“You stole his passport.” He sounded very amused as he wrote a note down, most likely for the report he’d have to file.

“Yup,” Aelin’s grin turned feline, “He took me on vacation to break up with me, so I stole his passport and left him there.”

Rowan stopped writing and looked at her with raised eyebrows, “He’s still there? You have his passport, and now he’s stuck,” Rowan glanced at his notes, “in Antica?”

Aelin laughed; a loud, cheerful, sound that filled the office and pulled a small grin onto Rowan’s lips.

“Okay, I’m sure you think I’m a bit crazy,” Her grin didn't falter, “but it was impulsive and as soon as I realized what I actually did, you know, kinda leaving him stranded there, I tried to send it back to him. I couldn't remember what the hotel was, so I figured the embassy would be a good choice given it's a passport, and he is from Adarlan.”

“He’s from Adarlan, you’re not?” Rowan asked.

Aelin smirked, “That’s what you got from what I said?”

He matched her smirk, “That's what I want to know.”

“No,” Aelin shook her head and glanced out the window in his office, “I’m from here, Terrasen is in my blood.”

It seemed like that was the answer Rowan was looking for. He smiled, wrote down a final note, and looked back at her.

“I think that’s all I need right now, Aelin,” Again, the way he said her name sent butterflies flitting around her stomach.

He stood up and she did the same, pulling her purse back over her shoulder. He walked around his desk and opened the door for her.

“Aelin,” Rowan’s voice made her pause as she stood in the open doorway.

“Yes, Rowan?” she looked up at him expectantly with a small smile.

“I take my break in half an hour, there's a coffee shop just down the block, if you want to hang around or come back then, I'd like to take you out for coffee.”

Aelin smiled brightly at him and nodded, “I’d like that. I’ll come back in half an hour.”

He grinned and held her gaze another moment before she turned to leave.

“Oh, and Rowan?” She turned back to look at him but saw he already—or still—had his eyes on her.

“Yeah?”

“You don't have to use express shipping on that, it's fine if it takes a couple days.”

The sound of Rowan’s deep laughter followed her through the doors.

*****

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