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#Hannah Bahng#drm.pst#drm.gif#heyale#cheytermelon#.moonbeams#tuserchrissy#kiwitracks#bitsforkitts#forbelleseyes#userhyunchanz#amanda.tag#usersa#ninisdarlings#septicrebel#ykimchi#letterstoval#thank you for telling me it was out anon đ#she is so insanely talented its crazy
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hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing đŠđŠđŠ riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x
#seriously another shout out to my mutuals#id particularly like to say thank you to boom who's always right there for me no matter what's happening or how insane im being#and also everyone in our little discord that wound up having to make a whole new channel for venting#bc i was there so often like 'today's weird ask isssss.... telling me about my cupsize!! rip them to shreds!!!'#hannah and theo especially being there and pushing me to finally turn off anon. war is truly over#and of course rori bc the shamelessness u show when hating on my anon asks has been genuinely really cathartic#sometimes u really do just need a rottweiler mutual to tell random people online to kill themselves đ#okay weird oscar acceptance speechcore gratitude over. i do just rlly love my mutuals#like i went three years not telling anyone about the worse side of internet popularity for fear of looking spoiled and ungrateful#so for the first time to open up about it and be met with outrage on my behalf and people saying in fact it's MORE fucked up#than i initially realised bc ive grown desensitised to it is. yeah cathartic i guess#they are singlehandedly reassuring me of the good this cursed app still holds#so everyone thank them and send them flowers NOW#okay im done i think. see you guys soon. i truly do want to come back asap bc like i said i NEVER EVEN WANTED TO FUCKING LEAVE#SOME ASSHOLES JUST HAD TO PUT GRENADES ON WHAT I ASSUMED WERE VERY UNIVERSAL AND OBVIOUS BOUNDARIES#if you're reading this like 'ohhh fuck i defo sent something invasive lately. i thought it was a joke/we were friends'#then 1) we arent friends if you're on anon. it immediately creates a power imbalance where you know me and any necessary context#but i have no idea who you are or how much you know about me. that's already a fucked dynamic#and 2) I HOPE YOU FEEL BAD. LIKE GENUINELY I HOPE YOU FEEL AWFUL AND HAVE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOURSELF#okay i think that's all. ta-ra lads??? how tf do u end something like this#ive queued this to reblog a couple more times throughout the day
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I might actually open my inbox for the first time in [undetermined specific amount of months] thereâs over 500 unread asks in there ;-; Iâm rly touched so many people have been reaching out to me even when I havenât been here
#I was thinking today how it always used to help me when Iâd ask for F/O reassurance and Iâd get a flood of nice asks#an anon told me Luke would carry his butterfly knife on him to make me feel safe. and I never forgot that#that sticks with me dude I think about that EVERY TIME I see Luke#it makes me feel so safe with him in a way that I felt incapable of feeling safe with him before#another anon said Coltâs lovestruck expression towards Jody is how heâd look at me. and it helps me feel better đ„șđ#and I think about my signature anons and all of my friends and just generally really nice bloggers who follow and send support#and I miss that. receiving nice asks genuinely always helped me feel so much calmer during the storm#or turtle anon and clover anon going into depth about how Ken is built for love and not violence. and all the stuff they said based on that#it helps! everything people say to me helps me feel so much better with my F/Os#fic anon my beloved guardian angel in my inbox literally writing whole entire stories for me#<- btw fic anon if youâre reading this. I didnât forget about my promise! Iâm gonna doodle you something special#idk if youâve sent anything recently I havenât opened my inbox in a few months#but yeah anyone out there whoâs ever sent me a nice ask. thank you so much#it helps me hold on a little longer if I think about all the nice things ppl say to me#orange heart anon and maple leaf anon my beloveds#sunflower anon the literal ray of sunshine that you are#anyone whoâs ever left me nice messages I always remember and look back on them#esp because I spent SO LONG trapped with someone who would tell me how my F/Os would find enjoyment in hurting me solely bc they love me#and I learned that Iâm only loved thru violence. and itâs so. hard. to try to unlearn that#but reading people telling me otherwise helps me a lot. and I need to get back into that#woof
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Hey, just felt called to let you know that your MQF from SVSSS doodles give me such life and inspired how I write MQF in my fics. I love how you depict him and your art style is so refreshing and cute!
Just thought you should know. Hope you have a good day!
HELLO HI THANK YOU SO MUCH??? đđđđđđđđđđđđđ GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY OR NIGHT
#THANK YOU ANON I WILL GO EXPLODE NOW#jbfkdjh#sorry for caps this actually means so much to me you have no idea#thank you for stopping by to tell me i really appreciate it đđđđđđđđđđ#my specialest little guy...........im so glad that ppl like him hes so dear to me#im literally in the middle of making myself a bag pin with mqf cuz i had to go 'fine i'll just do it myself' hahjkhfd#to be entirely honest i have made more small bits with him in the meantime and i have lots of bigger projects in mind with him but#i kinda hit an art funk this past month and felt p bad about my art in general#so not much posting have been posted and not much more even made#but this ask watered my crops and cleared my skin hdfjkdhfgkdf thank you#anyway cant post the older doodles cuz theyre tied to something thats still a wip and kinda embarrassing cuz im trying something new lol#but maybe ill post some lazy crumbs that i have and try to get back into arting#sorry for rambling this just made me really happy i need to explode something with my mind#i literally went to bed cuz its way past 1am here but then i noticed the notif and threw myself out of the bed lol#but now im going back to shreep#but anon im sending you good vibes and wish you good times with your fics :))) thankyou again for the kind words#asks
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no YOU have some of the best tags and it's a pleasure to follow YOU!!! <3
i drew you a picture to express how it felt to open my inbox and read this
[id: simplistic drawing of a stick figure lying on the floor with their limbs spread out. drops of blue are falling from their face, signifying tears. their head is surrounded by messy red figures that are supposed to be hearts. the figure has no facial features and most of the image is blank white space, signifying emotional overwhelm. /end id]
#thank you đđ you're a legend babe#did i ever tell you i realized some time ago that i had been abbreviating your username incorrectly?#i kept referring to you as dlbf. like the fore was its own word and you wasn't even in there#classic me with my word boundary parsing problems!#asks#not anon#NICE SHIT#also i just discovered another great thing about ids. allowing me to explain what is in a picture i drew#since you may not be able to tell from the picture#it turns out i was kind of already doing this. because whenever i drew someone a heart i would always feel the need to follow it with#<-that's a heart (NOT A BUTT)#pleased to see that these hearts don't look that much like butts at all! they look like other things yes. but not butts!#these are maybe butterflies or capital letter Bs on their side. B for...wow suddenly i can't think of any words starting with B#except for butt đ#wait butterfly also starts with B. let's go with that#or you can imagine i got so overwhelmed by your nice ask that i had to lie down on the floor and cry and think about butts#for some reason
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hi! this is unrelated to the situationship but iâve been going through a crisis about whether iâm bi or a lesbian for like six months now lmao and iirc i think you went through something similar once, so i was just wondering if you had any tips or advice about how you figured it out? tysm!
hiii i did ! i went thru this crisis like 3 times b4 i figured out i was bi, it can genuinely rly be difficult to figure it out it :)
i'd say keep in mind that it's not important to have a label rn - just keep urself open to exploring new feelings ! but also if u want to figure it out faster, spending more time w both men and women - esp those u think you might find more attractive - might help ! for me it was having guy friends, going to clubs, dating, etc, but it can truly be anything :) since starting a hinge profile i've been seeing quite a few men that i found super pretty which confirmed things even further for me (if you go down this route remember that dating app algorithms take a while to adjust)
also remember that ur standards for men may be different, and you may have an intense preference for women which wouldn't make you any less bi ! similarly, if you genuinely cannot imagine a future or conceive of any romantic/sexual attraction between u and a man, then you may be a lesbian ! the point is that u can date ppl and find out !! ⥠also labels can change as u learn abt urself over time so it's all good if you can't land on one definitive label rn forever, it takes time and life reveals new things to us all the time đ©·
while i like knowing that men are like...within my dating pool now, since realising i'm bi basically nothing has changed for me bc i still find women so so much more attractive, so it's good to remember there truly is no rush ! take ur time experiment have fun x
#also looking at pretty men on pinterest did it for me somehow like đ its rare that i find myself attracted to a man#but once in a blue moon . yeahhh#one of the reasons why i wanted to figure out a label faster was bc i felt bad not being in either community decisively#after talking to bi ppl and lesbians from diff walks of life i can confidently say like 90% of ppl do not care#if you might only be attracted to women and call yourself bi for the convenice while figuring it out its rly not harming anyone#ppl telling me to read the lesbian manifesto when i was younger halted the speed at which i figured stuff out sm#i would not recommend . but i do suggest reading up on comphet and considering whether ur experiencing it!!#the best way to know though imo is to go thru the mortifying ordeal of talking to more men#also if sex is a part of it for u dont be afraid of exploring the topic more! reading or talking abt it can be super helpful !!#like for me i have a very strong genital preference against male genetalia and it felt rly weird to talk abt it but actually like#sitting w my mostly bi friends and actually talking abt it and doing more research into it made me feel more#secure abt how i felt :) online communities can be rly good for this actually !#also thank u for sending this i enjoyed not thinking abt the situationship đ#hope u figure stuff out anon! and if not i hope u have lots of fun!!! âĄ#asks#anon
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a doc of omega yamo being a nuisance, you say?
wellâŠ
#the doc sure does exist đ€·#me waiting to post this until i had compiled all the tags into the doc so it wasnât just the empty doc i started with good intentions#that just said âyowlingâ#and then me not even doing that đ whatâs in the doc right now? absolutely unhinged shit from ANOTHER yamo post. why#liv in the replies#anon i love you so much. this is the correct method to get me to do things (be interested) (bully me a little) (i have to write FOR someone)#maybe if i actually write something for omega yamo being a nuisance i will post snippets#and not have to create elaborate rules about posting them. also i keep telling myself it helps to be like. home & functioning to write#& maybe if i chilled the fuck out a little bit i would have the time to do fun things i like but i feel like i have been saying#âok once i get through this [semester/summer/working/class/season]â for like. three years now but also i donât feel like i have stopped ever#in my life so that may also be part of the issue. anyway! in the mindset now that i have to make time for things that bring me joy/creative#because otherwise there will never be time#but also telling myself that like. i work seven days a week 8.5-9 hours a day plus commute/classwork so itâs ok to only be able to come home#& do Adult Tasks & write my coursework requirements & ALSO iâm doing my fucking applications which i really really need to do & should take#priority & i am going to need to work very hard to do because. i donât want to do them :)#so!!!! this is your daily tag dump on a post which it is not relevant to (on brand for me)#but also the point was to say thank you i love you please have 0 expectations because i donât want to disappoint you#but i love your encouragement and am not taking it to be any pressure!! i just have to preface bc i am like this
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(hii dragon <33 glad you decided to send an ask in. so so fun. i *am* having fun, i promise you that. wishing you the same)
weâve talked about you a bit bunny, you know that? yeah? what? you getting hard thinking of two dykes crawling back to your blog, refreshing, and then inevitably jerking their dicks to your pathetic self? you gonna get off on this? i know you will. i just canât help it pretty girl, itâs only natural ~ it just so happens youâre a target in the radar of dykes that just want to strip you raw !! maybe you should start rubbing and iâll join you if you decide to slut yourself out some more and tell me what you want. i canât wait to get my hands all over you, so fucking vulnerable, so cute and squirmy beneath me, just canât sit still.
your face is all red, sweetie! what, you embarrassed? is it because you like it? hm? what if i start asking while i play with your dick? or while i jerk you off? will you respond then? will you actually talk like a person instead of just whimpers and moans?
what if i grind on you? is my smell too distracting? do you want to huff me, maybe grab just a little taste?
âim going to cryâ aw, what a good bunny! i wonder if i tickle you some more how long itâll take you to actually start?
i like that toe harness you rbed, btw. you really love giving me ideas, huh perv? you know what happens to perverted little dykes, freak? hm? gonna spill your heart out in the tags for me so i know how to break you further? ~
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i. im. you are sooooofjsjfj đđđđđđ boar im hitting u over the head with a crowbar for this one.
#DONT POINT OUT MY USAGE OF THE TAGS THIS ISALL I HAVEEHEFJ#ive never felt more observed. and watched.#so mcuh to unpack here fuckk#yes. getting. Unreasonably hard knwoing im being talked about thank u very muchdjdj#âyouâre a targetâ and you are MEANNFJSđđ#âmaybe you should start rubbingâ no comment. moving on. đ#literally no one read this PLEASE#âjust canât sit stillâ AND WHOSE FUALT IS THAAATGDHS#âtell me what you wantâ anything and everything and nothing all at the same time#siri whats the word for âtease me so much i *** untouchedâ?#HAAAHHFHDJ#donât. mention my blush. it will make me blush more and thatâs stupid.#genueinly got chills when u mentioned j*rkign me off while ur up in my face waiting for a response#like hey. stop that. thatâs Rude.#DONT TALKD ABOUT THR TOE HARNESSJSJF#TOTALLY WAS NOT FOR U TO SEE. WHAT DO U MEAN. IM INNOCENT đđđđđđđ#shut up. stop looking at me.#ask#đ anon
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I've been lookin for a writer who takes reqs for lnds đ Can i req sfw hcs/one-shot (choose which one u prefer more) for sylus & fem/gn reader?
I remember there was one call for zayne x mc where mc called zayne accidentally because mc was drunk & mc called zayne (accidentally) instead of booking a cab (mc did book a cab but w/ a wrong destination).
Can i maybe req what if the scenario is like that but it's w/ sylus instead? Feel free to tell me if this req is too much or if u wanna decline it, thanks a lot!
My first Sylus fic! Yay! (Don't look at me Rafayel đ„°) Anon your mind is so powerful! This prompt was so much fun to write, so thank you, hope you enjoy!
Wrong Number
Sylus x Reader đ©ž
Summary: You're having a bit of trouble getting hold of that taxi you booked, but more trouble help is on the way...
Genre: fluff, kinda ends on an angsty note (sorry đ)
Warnings/Additional tags: drunk reader, some swearing, humour, uses of 'sweetie' and 'kitten', threat of violence/death at the start, a slight bit of suggestion (it's Sylus, ok? He's having âšfunâš)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
âMr. Sylus, please! It was an honest mistakeâ almost indistinguishable from a genuine protocore, I swear!â
Sylus is lounging back in a plush leather armchair, feeling thoroughly short-changed as he turns about a fake protocore with his fingers. Heâs been listening to this noise for almost a full minute, growing awfully impatient, though he did like the last excuse.
âSay that again,â he drawls with a sinister smile.
âIt was an honest mistake,â the black-market dealer stutters, tripping over his words. âIt was almost indistinguishable from aââ
âAlmost indistinguishableâŠâ Sylus confirms. âAlmost. Almost.â Heâs savouring each syllableâ tasting them like wine.
âIt would have fooled almost anyone!â
âAlmost anyone?â Sylus laughs, and itâs a wicked, dangerous thing. âWell yes, I rather think thatâs the point. But it didnât fool just anyone, did it? It fooled you.â
His smile is gone in an instant, his hand closing around the fake protocore, splintering it with a crack. He drops bloodied, sapphire fragments from his palm, red and blue, red and blue, and they skitter across the hardwood floor like rain.
âPlease, Mr. Sylus!â the dealer pleads, desperate. âIâll do anything! I will! Iâll make it up to you!â
âNo, thanks.â Sylus studies his palm as it heals. âIâve had my fill of fake protocores.â
âSylus!â
The leader of Onychinus stands, drawing his gun with a customary apathy. Dark energy manifests, twisting around the dealerâs limbs, holding him still, while a lone tendril crawls around his mouth, holding him silent. Heâs struggling, but he should know better. He should have known better from the very beginning. With a wistful smile, Sylus levels the gun with his head, andâ
Something rings.
His red gaze shoots up, instinctively seeking Luke and Kieran, but they shrug from their station at the other side of the room. The sound is closer than that, anyway. Glaringly more familiar. Sylusâs spare hand goes to his pocket, and he draws out his phone.
âMmm?â he greets, thumb sliding across the screen as he puts it to his ear.
Thereâs only one person who calls him at this time of night.
âWhere are you?â your voice echoes from the other side of the line.
âThatâs a question I prefer not to answer without knowing what motivates it.â
âWhaâ Sylus?â
âYes, sweetie,â he drones.
Thereâs a moment of silence. âShit.â
Itâs not the reaction he aspires to, but you sound agitated, so heâs going to let it slide. Thereâs a loud crackle from the speaker, followed by a few, harsher sounds, and he pulls the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly. His eyes are trained on the man at his feet, but he lowers his gun, distracted.
âWhat are youââ he begins, but then he identifies the sound. Itâs a fingerâ your fingerâ jabbing away at a screen. âIf I didnât know any better, Miss Hunter, Iâd say you were trying to get rid of me.â
âNoâŠâ you deny too quickly. Itâs still there: the tapping. Like Mephisto, pecking furiously at a locked window from outside. A few more jabs, and thenâŠ
The call cuts out.
Sylus scoffs, looking down at his now silent phone in disbelief. He flops back into his chair, tossing his gun onto a side table before hitting the button to call you back. You know heâs not a patient man, but you donât pick up the first time, and so he has to try again. He can be patient for youâ he tells himselfâ as he thinks up some creative ways for you to return the charity. Speaking of charityâŠ
His gaze drops to the dealer. âGet out,â he sneers.
The man doesnât have to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as his blood-dark bindings retract, practically throwing himself towards the roomâs exit. Luke pushes open the door, the intense music of the nightclub beating through the gap, but Kieranâs being less helpful. He steps into the doorway, blocking any escape. He feints right. Then left. Behind the masks, both men are laughing.
Eventually Kieran steps aside. He shoves the dealer the rest of the way through the door as Luke kicks it shut, and they exchange a high-five.
Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose. His call connects.
âHello?â Youâre back. âFinally! Where are you? I donât see you.â
âStill me, sweetie.â
âSylus?â you actually whine. Itâs adorable. âWhy is it you? Go away.â
âNo,â he lilts tunefully, and then heâs coaxing: âI want to help you, kitten. Wonât you let me help you? Tell me, who are you trying to call?â
Frustration spills from youâ fake, exaggerated sobs tearing themselves from your throat. âThe taxi, Sy,â you whine again. âThe stupid taxi, ok? Itâs not here. Itâs meant to be here.â
âWhereâs here?â
âHa!â you exclaim like youâve evaded a masterplan, and not a casually asked, run-of-the-mill question. âNo. Nice try, but no. You wanna help me?â
âYeah.â
âThen leave me alone!â
Withâ he can imagineâ some sort of theatrical flourish, you deliver your phone a final, decisive tap. It beckons a fateful silence. Sylus brings his phone in front of his face, unmoved by the momentâs gravitas. Thereâs a pop-up on the screen. Kitten: requesting video chat.
He smiles to himself. Then accepts. âHi sweetie.â
Your face is lighting up his screen, your cheeks flushed, your brow furrowed, and your eyes sharp with determination. âWhy can Iâ wait, why can I see you? Get out of my phone, Sy!â
âMy, my,â he tuts, but heâs smiling still, âlook at youâ the illustrious Miss Hunter. It is a relief to know the fate of Linkon rests in such⊠reliable hands.â
âWhat dâyou mean?â you mumble.
âYouâre drunk.â
âYouâre drunk!â
He chuckles. âAnd thereâs that infamous wit.â
You bite your lip as you ignore him, still fixated on trying to end the call. It occurs to him that you will eventually succeed; even a broken clock is right twice a day. âListen to me, sweetie. Are you alone?â
His tone is sober enough for the two of you, and your exasperated eyes meet his. âYeah.â
âThen be a good girl and send me your location. You remember how to do that, right?â He carefully enunciates each word of his plan. âIâll come and get you, but I need to know where you are. Donât go with anyone else. Wait for me, ok?â
Youâre nodding away, the odd âmmhmmâ escaping your lips, but youâre not at all listening. He catches on after a minute. Trails offâ realises your gaze is too vacant, and your focus? Wandering. Youâre cradling your phone with both hands. His view is interrupted as your thumb passes over the camera; youâre⊠stroking the screen?
âYouâre so pretty, Sy,â you murmur breathlessly.
His gaze softens. He sighs, âYouâre pretty too.â
Then you make a sound heâs never heard before: you squeak, the phoneâs audio almost cutting out. A blush is spreading through your cheeks, so much darker than the alcoholâs afterglow, and gods he wishes your face was in his hands. The vision is short-lived, however, because suddenly youâre gone.
Thereâs a circling view of a dark street, split by streaks of white light, as your phone careens through the air. It strikes concrete a moment later, stuttering to a stop, and Sylusâs grimace deepens with each jarring crack. Your screen has gone black, but he doesnât think itâs broken. Heâs face down, apparentlyâ subjected to an unexciting view of the pavement.
âOh, shit!â He hears you gasp.
Though your voice is far away, your phone is in your grasp again in no time. Youâre turning it over, peering down at him, tracing the outline of his face with worry. âSorry, Sy. Are you ok?â
âIâll survive.â He raises an eyebrow. âYou know, if you wanted to throw me around, you only needed to ask.â
His voice has dropped, and he loves watching you notice. You stand from your crouch with a smirk, bringing him with youâ a dark idea in your eyes. âWanna go again?â
Before he can protest, heâs looking at the back of your head. Your arm is stretched behind you, gearing up to send him on another short flight.
âAh, ah, ah,â he interrupts, panicking briefly, but youâd never detect it with all your wits about you, let alone none. Heâs brought in front of your face again, and youâre frowning oh so sweetly. âI asked you to do something, remember?â
âYou told me to do something.â
So pedantic. âWhat did I tell you to do, sweetie?â
You donât say anything. Thereâs a short huff as you blow hair from your face, and then youâre concentrating. You have that look he likes: the one you get when youâre whittling away at your paperwork like a good little hunter. The same stubborn resolve, too, that makes you lean over it when he or Mephisto are conveniently behind your shoulder.
Your location comes through with a ping and his smile widens. Heâs up in a heartbeat, telling you heâs on his wayâ that you did such a good jobâ and that you need to stay on the phone with him, ok? He spins his fingers as he passes between Luke and Kieran, a gesture theyâve long grown accustomed to and can easily translate.
I'm leaving. Clean this up.
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âSo then Xavier, likeâ well, you know Xavierâ he was all, âIâll tell you later,â but he never did, Sy! Off he went, leaving Nero and I to do all the paperwork, and I asked Nero, and Nero was like, âask Xavier yourselfâ, and I was like, âI literally just did!â, and he just shrugged, and itâs⊠driving me crazy, you know? Because where does he even go? Tara and I have this bet going, she thinks itâs because heââ
Your anecdote comes to a sudden stop.
âWhat does Tara think, sweetie?â
âShh shh shh! Wait a secondâŠâ
You clutch your phone to your chest like itâll somehow suppress Sylusâs voice. Youâre sat, leaning back against a chain-link fence, but you rise as a black car pulls up in front of you. The windows are tinted. You squint, leaning forward to try to look through them anyway.
âI donât like this, Sy,â you frown as you plant a hand on your hip. âThereâs a car here.â
âOh?â
âShh!â you hiss again. Itâs not the only car parked on the street, but it is the only one alive. The engine purrs and its lights are glowing like angry embers, refusing to be snuffed out by the dark. You take a step closer, then the engine cuts out. You take a bigger step back.
âWhat exactly are you afraid of?â Sylus asks, his tone so thick itâs practically bleeding through your phone. âIs a big, bad man trying to get you?â
âWell I donât know what they look like, Sy. The windows are tinted, and Iâ AH!â you gasp. Â
A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you from the ground. âGot you, sweetie,â Sylus chuckles in your ear as tell-tale crow feathers settle around you. His breath is hot on your neck and it tickles, turning your panicked shrieks to laughter.
âSylus!â you squeal as you attempt to wriggle free. You donât think youâre trying very hard.
The man lowers you back to your feet, but his arms stay around you and he dips his head, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. âHi,â he whispers.
âHi.â For a little word, thereâs so much fondness.
âLetâs get you home to bed, ok?â
You nod compliantly with a yawn, swaying a little as his arms retract and youâre having to stand on your own again. He chuckles as he steadies youâ placing a hand on the top of your headâ and you pivot, drawn by the sound. His crimson eyes find yours and theyâre dark with something that stirs you, even with your mind swimming and nothing really making sense. Youâre not sure of anything at all, exceptâ
No-one has ever looked at you like that before.
And you wonât remember it tomorrow.
âCome on,â he prompts, nudging you towards the car, and you start to walk, though youâre dragging your feet. âI want to hear all of the associationâs dirtiest secrets while I still can.â
âTara has a crush on the new weapon specialist, you know.â
Sylus blinks, then laughsâ a tender, comfortable thing. Completely enthralled. âYou donât say,â he beams.
No, you wonât remember it tomorrow.
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Oh my, imagine you and Hugh have a teen daughter who is like 16 or something, and she goes live and just keeps talking in brainrot terms while you donât understand what sheâs saying.đđ
ps: love your writingđ
HOT TO GO! | hugh jackman
an: thank you anon for this request, it was so fun to write!! love youuuu
âAnd thereâs my mom . . .â Olivia had walked into your room where you were doing your makeup at your vanity. She held her phone in her hand pointing it at you. ââMother is motheringâ I know right? Sheâs out here serving cunt on a Tuesday afternoon.â
Serving cunt? Did you hear that right?
You stopped applying the red lipstick on your lips and looked at your daughter. âIâm a cunt?â
Immediately the teen bursted out laughing. âNo, oh my god! I didnât mean you. You look great, thatâs what I meant.â
The comments on Oliviaâs instagram live were going crazy. They found it funny that their favorite actress was clueless.
natsyelena y/n is so adorable đ
y/nupdates please tell her sheâs mother
âThe comments are telling you that youâre mother.â Olivia said to you. Again, you were confused.
âI know.â You reply. âI have three kids.â
Olivia chuckled. She then set her phone against the vanity mirror and posed while you continued doing your makeup. It was date night and Hugh had gotten you tickets to see Stevie Nicks perform. Olivia was heartbroken she wouldnât be able to see her favorite singer, but Hugh promised her they would go see her at her next show as a family.
âWhat does that mean?â You pointed at a comment that caught your eye.
y/nstyle donatella VERSACE đ
Olivia looked at the comment and laughed. âItâs a meme, mom. Donatella commented that on Bella Hadidâs post.â
Another comment caught Oliviaâs attention.
xmenarchive SHOW HER THE JOSH HUTCHERSON EDIT
Olivia gasped then grabbed your phone since hers was on live. She searched on YouTube for the specific video and showed it to her mom eager to see her reaction. As whistle played and pictures of Josh Hutcherson appeared, a smile formed on your face.
âItâs Josh! I havenât seen him in so long.â
âWait what?â Olivia paused the video.
âHe visited Jennifer on the set of X-men when I was visiting your dad and we hung out. Your brothers were also there too.â
âAnd you never told me?!â Olivia yelled. âThe mom lore is insane.â
After learning more about you, the comments wanted you to react to THE Pedro Pascal, Steve Harrington, and other specific edits. Olivia gladly showed them to you.
Once you saw the Pedro edit, you giggled. âIâm going to send that to Pedro.â
âGuys, hide the fanfics!â Olivia shouted at her phone.
After coming back from the corner store with snacks, Hugh walked into your room where Olivia was teaching you the HOT TO GO! dance. He looked so interested in what you two were doing.
âYou can take me hot to go!â Olivia finished the dance. âLook, the comments are saying you ate that up.â
âWhat the fuck?â Hugh said when he heard that.
âGuys, donât worry Iâll teach her everything,â Olivia took the phone from the vanity and saw her dad with snacks. Some comments had recognized Hughâs voice so they demanded Olivia to show him. âAfter this I better be everyoneâs favorite nepo baby.â
âYouâre not even my favorite nepo baby.â Hugh teased. Olivia then showed Hugh waving hello to the live.
âThe viewers want me to teach you the hot to go dance.â She read some of the comments.
âNo.â
âOh ok so you hate happiness in others? I see the type of person that you are, Huge Ackman!â Olivia left her parentsâ room to go continue her instagram live in her room.
Hugh stood beside you confused. âHow did we raise completely different kids?â
You shrugged your shoulders. âI donât know, but I learned so many things today.â
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pairing: lando norris x fem!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless] summary: yn and lando are couple goals around the mclaren garage, but they don't want oscar to feel left out. the problem? oscar would very much like to be left out. notes: school has finally released me from its chokehold so i'm doing my part in filling the winter break void. part 2 of my logan smau is in the works, but in the meantime, here's this<3 enjoy!
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ynusername recent stuff (following my two favorite boys around like a stray puppy)
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mclaren Always a pleasure to have you in the garage! đ§Ą
landonorris nyoom
ynusername vroom, even
username1 always a good day when yn refers to lando and oscar as her favorite boys
oscarpiastri Thanks for buying me dinner đđ»
ynusername you're welcome kiddo 𫶠oscarpiastri Please don't call me that
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mclaren pookie #1 and pookie #2 dump (đž - ynusername)
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username2 WHO PUT THE ADMIN UP TO THIS
oscarpiastri Why would you say that
username3 im cackling this had to be yn's idea
landonorris pookie and proud đȘ
username4 everyone say thank you yn for taking cute pics of our boys
ynusername you're welcome đ
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ynusername let! him! cook!!!!!
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username5 oh my god that is so much fire
oscarpiastri Do NOT let him cook I repeat do NOT let him cook
landonorris it was fine you big baby nobody got hurt đ oscarpiastri I'd sure hope so??
username6 yn and lando are kind of unhinged together omg
username7 and that's why we love them đ
mclaren Please bring our driver back to the paddock in one piece! đŹ
landonorris all that fire and you were still the hottest thing in the kitchen đ„”đ„”
ynusername đ€đ€
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landonorris actually can't think of a better way to spend this life đ€
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username8 CAPTION IM IN TEARS đđ
username9 where's my credit for sending you the video lando
landonorris how many times do i have to teach you this lesson old man?? đđȘ
maxverstappen1 Too sweet
ynusername you're my everything đ
landonorris you ARE everything oscarpiastri And Lando's just Ken landonorris this guy gets it
maxfewtrell Happy for you or whatever
username10 glad to know i'm not the only one crying over that video of lando and yn
georgerussell63 Don't worry I am too alex_albon me too carlossainz55 Me three username11 yo??
username12 help there are so many drivers in the comments đ
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oscarpiastri Hanging out with Mum and Dad đđ»
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landonorris she started crying when she saw this btw
oscarpiastri Sorry? landonorris don't be, it's the pregnancy hormones ynusername I AM NOT PREGNANT DELETE THIS BEFORE THE WAG PAGES START POSTING
username13 ok but does oscar need a step-sister i wanna be part of this family
ynusername love u kiddo đ„čđ§Ą
username14 oscar liking this comment oh we've come so far from when he used to tell her to stop calling him that oscarpiastri I've stopped fighting it
tagging: @sonder-paradise hey girl<3
request: hiii, could you do a smau similar to âheart eyesâ but with lando and oscar is the suffering third wheel? -from anon
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whatever you want, my angel | xu minghao
SYNOPSIS. in which your boyfriend calls you a term of endearment from his native tongue. PAIRING. xu minghao x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, a little bit of humour, established relationship WARNINGS. a singular kiss WORD COUNT. 845
requested by anon: Hey congratulations ïżœïżœïżœïżœ on 2k! Hope you grow more (Ik you will!)! Fighting! đI wanted to request Minghao + #32 from List 1 (Fluff Dialogue Prompts)đđđ - #32: "Did you just call me (pet name)?â
notes: hao looks so angelic in those photos i found omg going crazy. anyway, thank u sm lovely i hope u enjoy this đ„č𫶠short but cute hehe. this was the first thing ive written in 2 weeks sorry đđ
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"Just a few more minutes, tiånxīn."
You never thought you could spin your head around as fast as now, eyes locking on your boyfriend casually stirring a spoon in a pot on the stove, low hums escaping his lips as if he was minding his own business.
Though as you get yourself to squint your eyes, you notice the extremely subtle curve that he has to his lips while the steam swirls around his head.
"Repeat that."
"Hm?" Minghao perks his head back up, eyelashes batting together innocently. "Did I say something?"
You place a hand at your hip, cocking your head to the side as you point a finger accusingly at him. "That. That nickname. Did you... did you just call me tyenshan?"
Minghao nearly bursts into a chuckle at your mushy pronunciation, and you feel your face growing red from the slight embarrassment. He bites his bottom lip, trying to stifle his amusement, and reaches over for the lid to cover over the pot before turning to face you with a small smirk.
"Tiånxīn."
You blink at him, still a bit puzzled. "Tyanshin? Tyen..."
Minghao just quietly watches as you struggle to grapple with the unfamiliar term. There's a hint of teasing in his eyes, but also a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat. He wipes his hands on a towel before stepping up to you, letting an arm sneakily wrap around your waist to pull you towards him.
The sudden closeness steals your breath for a moment. Minghao's arm feels warm and secure around your waist, and you can smell the faint scent of spices clinging to him from his cooking. Yet his gaze at you is filled with nothing but affection, even under the dim lighting of the kitchen light, and you can't help but melt into his touch.
"Sweetheart," he mutters casually. "That's what it means."
Your eyes grow wide momentarily, as if taking in the weight of the singular term of endearment. It's such a simple word, yet the way he says itđwith such tenderness and a hint of playfulnessđsends a warmth radiating through you.
You feel your fingers knead lightly at the fabric of his shirt at his side, and a curl passes through your lips as you get yourself to lock gazes with him.
"Can you say it again?" You ask again, a teasing tone to your voice.
MInghao just chuckles. "TiĂĄnxÄ«nđ"
He's cut off when he feels your lips softly press against his. The contact is all too brief, and nearly has him chasing after your mouth when you part away from him. There's a mischievous look blanketed to your features, but he finds himself still caught in a daze at whatever boldness you just unleashed.
"I like the sound of it," You say wistfully. "Tell me another one."
Minghao lifts a brow. He has no idea what you're trying to plot (if anything), but he complies nonetheless.
"WÇ de tiÄnshÇ," he murmurs, voice soft yet confident as he gazes into your eyes. "My angel."
Your heart seems to do a tumble and a flip simultaneously in your chest, and grasping onto the urge to teasingly rebuttal seems to dissipate away right under his eyes and his cute ass smile. You can feel your feet practically melt into the floor below, and you resist the need bury your face into his shoulder out of pure, giddy shyness.
"Oh," You mumble bashfully, heat crawling up your neck and to the tips of your ears. "Hao..."
"Ah, and another one," he jests, and you perk up once more. "BĂšndĂ n."
"BĂšndĂ n?" You repeat right after him, before letting out a feigned gasp. "Wait, dĂ n? Aren't you literally calling me an egg?"
"Mhm," Minghao answers charmingly. "My beautiful, silly little egg."
An airy scoff escapes your lips, the tension dissipating into hearty laughter bouncing off the walls as you swat playfully at his chest with a hand, making Minghao bring his arms up to shield away from your playful attacks.
"Alright, alright," he utters out between breaths as he steps his way back to the stove. "I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it."
All you do is roll your eyes before placing yourself directly behind him and letting your arms wrap around his waist. You nuzzle your cheek against his back, closing your eyes for a few moments to relish the comfort of his warmth coursing through you, a few contented sighs leaving your mouth. You could probably stay in this position for hours and not get tired of it; his presence enough seems to soften away whatever worries you had throughout the day.
"Call me that more often."
Minghao just grins. "What? BĂšndĂ n?"
"IđNo!" You lightly flick him with your finger. "Just... more of those other ones, please?"
Minghao lets out a soft chuckle, the rumble travelling through his chest and sending shivers down your spine. He swiftly turns off the heat to the stove, then reaches down to gently squeeze your hand where it rests on his stomach.
"Of course, tiĂĄnxÄ«n," he replies softly, affectionately. "Whatever you want, wÇ de tiÄnshÇ."
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im OBSESSED with demon slayer + ur work!!
could you pls do the hashira reaction to their s/o giving them lots of affection so they let their guard down, and then they suddenly start a pillow fight and tickle them?
This was funny in my head đ
(HEY ANON! YOUâRE OBSESSED WITH MY WORK?? THATâS CRAZY, THANK YOU SO MUCH. The kind words really mean a lot. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day.)
Hashira with an Affectionate S/O
(Characters Included- All the Hashira)
(Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff)
đŠShinobu KochođŠ
- Likes the affection you give her. Especially if you give her a massage after a long stressful day. She loves to reciprocate it back by tracing your scars or marks, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and etc.
- Unfortunately for you, if you decide to start any pillow fights, youâll lose. Shinobu is very fast and can dodge your âattacksâ easily. Having these silly little fights relieves her from the stresses of the world. Sheâs grateful that she can have these moments with you.
đIguro Obanaiđ
- Not big on PDA cause he gets embarrassed but doesnât mind small things like holding hands and the sort.
- Obanai was just enjoying the silence with you wrapped in his haori and saw you grab the pillow. He thought you were just adjusting it until it headed towards his face. He blocked it with his arm and before he could even say a word you tickled him. He flinched because heâs a little ticklish but managed to stop you. He was like âHow dare youâ afterwards, but secretly he didnât mind this silly side of yours.
đĄMitsuri KanrojiđĄ
- Always accepts the affection openly. Sheâs big on PDA, everyone can instantly tell that you two are dating. Squeezes you in the biggest hug before letting you go to get oxygen.
- One day when you two were cuddling, you felt the need to choose (playful) violence. So you swiftly grabbed the nearest pillow and hit your girlfriend with it. When she felt a pillow hit her face it stunned her a bit but she quickly snapped out of it and fought back. Both you and her were laughing nonstop.
đ„Kyojuro Rengokuđ„
- He thinks your affectionate side is admirable. Always reciprocates it when he can. Some of his favorite things that you do is when you surprise him with a hug and lean on him whenever youâre tired or sleeping.
- When you started the pillow fight he chuckled at it and asked if youâre challenging him. As soon as you said yeah heâll be like âAlright then, prepare yourself.â And the both of you will just have a good time being silly together.
đTengen Uzuiđ
- He always smiles or chuckles at the affection. Definitely would crack your back if he hugged you back really hard. Though when youâre hugging him, he mainly puts one hand on your back while the other is patting your head.
- You wonât be able to surprise him, heâll hear the pillow coming from a mile away and grab it. Once he has it heâll throw it at you while saying something cocky like âYou thought that you could sneak in an attack against ME?â
âïžMuichiro Tokitoâïž
- He is confused at first on why you were so affectionate but he doesnât mind it. Might be a little tense though.
- Youâll definitely catch him off guard if you hit him when heâs zoned out. Heâll instantly snap out of it and start dodging the pillows. If you tried to tickle him heâd grab your hand and tickle your stomach as revenge. He would be laughing while youâre trying to get free.
đȘïžSanemi ShinazugawađȘïž
- Secretly enjoys your affection but he mainly reciprocates it in private when itâs just you and him instead of in public.
- When the both of you were laying down together, you suddenly ticked him and he quickly moved away. He wouldnât even face you because of the embarrassment because he didnât want you to find out that he was a bit ticklish. (He will still deny it even after the incident)
đGiyuu Tomiokađ
- He gets used to your affection after a few weeks of dating you. Tries to reciprocate but itâll take him time. Though he does get better over time.
- He was all relaxed until you suddenly hit him in the face with a pillow. He would be confused about the sudden pillow fight. Heâll just sit there and blink at you while heâs still getting hit. Then heâll question if he did something wrong so youâll have to reassure him.
đȘšGyomei HimejimađȘš
- Gyomei enjoys your affection and tries his best to reciprocate it. Though heâll be a lot more gentle than you, for example if you hug him really tightly heâll hug back gently because he doesnât want to hurt you.
- Heâs not ticklish so if you tried to tickle him it wouldnât have an effect on him. Though he will be smiling at you cause he thinks youâre adorable.
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Okay before i say my request can i be your đ anon ??? that's all i ask in terms of that BUT:
hear me out- so spencer reid x bau!fem!sunshine!reader gets kidnapped outside of work and her kidnapper tortures her and the works, but the worst part is he has a live feed directed for the bau so they just have to watch the poor girl get borderline killed but she's still fighting back and so eventually he turns the feed off and they go to the unsub once they find his location but before they burst the door down they hear the reader like genuinely begging for him to just kill her and it's GUT WRENCHING. then they get him and she free and she's immediately back to her bubbly self until randomly she like shows up at his door and spence tells her it's okay to not be okay and she just breaks down RAGHHHH
i'm so sorry for writing you an essay but I got the idea and simply couldn't let it go to waste đ
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epiphany | S.R.
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst; re: hurt/comfort content warnings: bau!reader, sunshine!reader, kidnapping, violence against reader, reader begging for it to be over, gun violence, general cm violence, exhaustion, hospitals, poor coping mechanisms and unhelpful therapists. word count: 2.92k a/n: of course you can be my đ anon! this is a story in four parts, before, during, after, and epiphany! i hope you enjoy it <3 thank you SO much for requesting!
epiphany - a moment of sudden revelation or insight.
before
The horrified look on Garciaâs face couldnât possibly be a good sign, âUh, sir,â she addressed Hotch, âIâm being sent an encrypted link from an admin on the UnSubâs site.â
Responding with a stiff nod, Hotch looked toward the screen in the roundtable room, âOpen it.â
Each team member had an instant reaction to the image projected onto the large screen. JJ had covered her mouth with her hands, Morgan had to peel his eyes away from the screen, and Spencer couldnât get himself to do the same thing. Despite his better judgment, he kept his eyes on the screen.
âHeâs killing her,â Emily observed, watching with a horrified expression as the UnSub hand his hands around your throat. You were dangling from the ceiling by your bound hands, leaving you flailing as your body begged for air.
Hotch leaned intensely over Garciaâs shoulder, âIs this live?â He asked, voice raising ever so slightly as he watched the tech analystâs fingers work nimbly across her keyboard. As she nodded, he continued, âCan you find where heâs streaming this from?â
Parting her lips, a determined look settled on the blondeâs face as she continued to type, âIt looks like heâs running it through a boatload of different proxies â itâs gonna take me a minute.â
Rossi shook his head, leaning over the roundtable, âShe might not have that long.â It was the truth, a harsh truth, but the truth, nonetheless.
It had been one minute and thirty-seven seconds already, brain death would occur after four minutes, maybe five if you were lucky. Spencer didnât want to have to take that chance. âOh god,â Penelope cried, working through the tears that had started to stream down her face, âOkay, sheâs in this general area.â
âKeep going,â Hotch ordered succinctly. âEveryone else, look at the picture. Is anything recognizable about the background?â
The lighting was dim at best, which didnât leave the team with a lot to work with while they studied your surroundings. At one point, your attacker shouted, and Spencerâs attention moved back to you.
In the midst of your struggle, you had managed to strike him between the legs, sending him stumbling away from you, shouting expletives as space was put between the two of you. The BAU took a collective breath as they listened to you breathe, spluttering as the UnSub regained his composure. âDo you see that? The ridges in the wall?â Derek said, using his index finger to point to what he was talking about.
âIt looks like a storage container,â Emily replied, furrowing her brows as she comprehended what Morgan was talking about.
Wholly focused on you, Spencer watched as the UnSub got in your face, screaming horrible words at you until you spit in his face. He swung at you, causing your face to turn with a nauseating smack until your head lolled forward and you stopped moving.
Still typing, Penelope spoke up, âGot it! Sending the address to your phones now.â
during
There was a maze of storage containers at the port, and so far, you had turned up in none of them. âShh, wait,â Emily hissed, âDo you guys hear that?â She asked, looking over each of her shoulders, ears perked up like a bloodhound.
Straining his ears, Spencer straightened up, lowering his firearm as he focused on listening to the world around him, waiting for whatever Emily was talking about.
âJust fucking do it!â Your voice reverberated off of the surface of the numerous shipping containers. Spencer found himself torn as he knew you were alive but recognized the fear and anger in your voice. The pain as you screamed nearly stopped him in his tracks, but he found himself trudging forward.
Following closely behind Morgan, they stopped for a moment, trying to determine which direction you would be found in. Your shouts rang out into the pitch black of the night, âStop being a coward and pull the fucking trigger!â
His steps faltered, leaving JJ stumbling into his back. âReid,â she whispered, prompting him to shake himself out of his surprised state and continue moving. You didnât know what you were saying, he tried to convince himself.
You couldnât see the camera the same way he had seen it so many years ago, kidnapped and drugged against his will and hoping the team would understand the clues disguised as conversation. He had been taken from an UnSubâs property, and your apartment had been broken into â the only thing taken had been you.
It wasnât an unfamiliar fear in the BAU, worrying about an UnSub breaking into your home, but you werenât targeted because of your work in the bureau. You had been targeted because you fit the victim pattern.
If he never had to see the word âmissingâ under your face again, it would be too soon.
âPlease,â you begged. âPlease just kill me. Just let me die. I donât want to do it anymore,â your voice started to grow quieter, but the team could still hear you â they were getting closer.
Emily and Morgan went to one side of the doors, leaving Spencer and JJ on the other side â Rossi and Hotch were elsewhere on the property, waiting with first responders and calling the shots via comms.
A small whimper came from the container at the same time as the click of a gun cocking. âJust pull it,â you pleaded weakly. âItâll be so easy for you. Itâll be so much easier with me dead,â you informed him despondently.
âFBI!â Morgan called out, pulling the heavy metal doors of the container open, revealing the four FBI agents with their vests on, guns raised.
Just like it had happened in an action film, Spencer watched as the UnSub moved his hand to the trigger of his weapon. Your eyes were closed, tears streaming through the dirt that was caked on your face. Without a second thought, Spencer pulled the trigger on his firearm, sending a bullet through the UnSubâs temple before he could have the chance to kill you.
Emily went over to the body, gingerly picking up the weapon and disengaging it while looking over to you. Spencer was knelt in front of you, debating whether or not he should touch you before he decided on speaking to you first, âY/N?â His voice was no more than a whisper as he expected your eyes to open, but they didnât.
âHis pocket,â you rasped, your traumatized vocal cords straining on every word.
Spencer hummed, âWhat about them, love?â He kept his voice gentle, watching you as you squeezed your eyes shut.
Sniffling, you hung your head low, âKeys,â you mumbled helplessly, unable to speak more than you already were, each word only drained you of energy you didnât have in the first place.
Understanding, JJ crouched next to the stiff body of the UnSub and fished a keyring out of his pants pocket, handing them to Spencer.
With shaky hands, the third key unlocked the handcuffs around your wrists, and your body slumped forward, practically falling into Spencer as he tenderly wrapped his arms around your torso, âIâve got you,â he reassured you.
It wasnât until you were sat in the back of an ambulance that anyone got a good look at you. There was a fine layer of grime coating your skin, causing it to look at least one shade darker than it normally was, but what concerned Spencer the most was the petechiae of your eyes. The burst blood vessels were a direct result of his hands around your throat.
The paramedics looked over you despite your protests. It was non-negotiable, and that instruction came from Hotch. The strangest part of it was that you were continuously trying to wave off concern, insisting you were fine, kicking your legs off the edge of the rig while the female paramedic looked at the bruising on your cheek. âIt might be a fractured ZMA, sheâll need a CT to confirm,â she continued to list even more ailments, including potential internal bleeding and extensive damage to your throat. The swelling in your neck was beginning to catch up with you, affecting your ability to talk.
Spencer rode with you in the ambulance, holding your hand while you told him, âI knew youâd find me. I never gave up.â
I donât want to do it anymore, your pleas for the UnSub to end your life rang in his head, heâd never forget hearing you say that, and you didnât even know he heard you.
He didnât have any good answers for anyone while you were getting a CT. By the time you returned from surgery to repair your fractured cheekbone, he shut the door to your room, sequestering the two of you into your own little world.
The bruising around your neck had already begun to darken, and by this time tomorrow, your throat would likely be a sickening reflection of what had happened to you. Your doctor had elected to leave you intubated because they were afraid of the swelling affecting your ability to breathe.
There was nothing for him to do, nothing except sit at your bedside and hold your hand, skimming the pad of his thumb across your bloodied knuckles.
after
You were skipping - well, maybe the step pattern wasnât technically a skip.
Spencer watched as you waltzed into the bullpen with far too much pep in your step. âI didnât know you were coming back today,â Morgan said, being the first to greet you once you passed through the glass doors.
Waving a hand in the air, you shrugged, âI have to pass a final psych eval with Hotch, but then Iâm all set to be back next week.â You were grinning as you embraced your friend, but over your shoulder, Derek sent Spencer an inquiring look. Asking a silent question that Spencer himself didnât even know the answer to.
What was going on with you? Four weeks ago, you had been struggling to stand after being beaten within an inch of your life, and ever since, you had been nothing but smiles.
Before you could settle into the hug, you pulled away, placing your hands on Derekâs shoulders, and holding him at armâs length. Approximately the same distance you had kept Spencer at for the past month.
As you passed behind Spencerâs desk, you left a featherlight touch on the top of his head before continuing your way up to Hotchâs office, smiling as you passed the roundtable room. The same room where the team had watched your torture as it was live-streamed to them.
âIs she..?â Emily started to ask the question on everyoneâs minds, but the major issue was that no one quite knew what the question was. Had you finally cracked? Were you okay? He wasnât sure, and it was starting to eat at him.
The only thing they could do was watch as you greeted Hotch with a chirp, entering his office and firmly closing the door behind you.
epiphany
The knock on his door was the first thing to pull his attention away from his book since he got home from Quantico. Looking down at the inside of his wrist, he frowned at the time â just past midnight.
Still, he peeled himself up off of the couch before making his way to the front door, peering out of the peephole just to see you on the other side.
Slowly, Spencer set the book on his entryway table and undid the lock and deadbolt to his apartment, swinging the heavy wooden door open to reveal his girlfriend. You were donning flannel pajama pants, not unlike the ones he had on, and an old college t-shirt. There was a crumpled-up piece of paper in your hand, but he couldnât make out any of the words on it.
âAre you alright?â Spencer asked, the question slipping easily off his tongue. He didnât wait for the answer, ushering you inside his apartment and toward the couch. He redid the locks on the front door before joining you on the supple leather.
You furrowed your brows, staring at the piece of paper in your lap, âI failed.â
Leaning over your shoulder curiously, Spencer looked at the piece of paper, quickly recognizing it as your psychological evaluation. He read over what he could see, noting the words âdeflectionâ and âcoping mechanism.â
âYou havenât been sleeping,â he observed aloud. You mustâve been wearing makeup this morning when you came to the BAU because now he could see the clearly defined dark circles under your eyes. He hadnât seen you much over the past month, though it wasnât for lack of trying. Spencer had spent many days sitting outside of your apartment, waiting for you to let him in. He didnât dare use his spare key, it felt like an invasion of your privacy.
Turning to meet his eyes, you shrugged helplessly, âI havenât been tired. I mean â Iâm⊠Iâm fine.â
Nodding gently, âThatâs a deflection. Youâre telling me that youâre fine when I can clearly see that you arenât.â
Your lips parted in apprehension while he read you like an open book. âIâm exhausted,â you admitted, tearing little pieces off of your evaluation form as you grew anxious. âI get into bed, and I canât sleep, I canât convince myself to close my eyes,â you elaborated, watching as Spencer reached out and took the paper from you, setting it on the coffee table.
âHave you talked to anyone?â Spencer asked, tentatively taking your hand in his.
Humming, you leaned back on the couch cushions, âLike my mandated FBI therapist? No, I donât really talk to him much. Iâve started pretending weâre having a staring contest. I usually win, but thatâs probably because he has no idea that weâre playing.â
Raising his eyebrows, Spencer inclined his head toward you, âYouâre doing it again.â
You clamped your lips shut, shifting on the couch so that you could withdraw your hand from his and sit on your hands. âI donât do this very well, huh? Talking about the bad stuff,â you murmured to Spencer, looking over at him. âI hate the bad stuff,â you informed him.
âBut we have to talk about it eventually, sweetheart. You canât keep all of that inside,â he told you, moving over on the couch, closer to where you were seated.
Shaking your head, you pulled your knees up to your chest, and Spencer recognized that you were trying to make yourself seem as small as possible. The UnSub had made you feel small â another reason that Spencer had to hate him. âI wish I was her again,â you whispered, a tinge of fear entering your voice.
âYou want to be who again?â
Looking over at Spencer, you sighed, âThe me that I was before. I want to feel good and happy and perfect and free,â you spoke earnestly. Â
He gave you an understanding smile, pulling at your hands so that he could hold them in his own, âNobody expects you to be perfect right now.â
You closed your eyes, âbut I want to be her again.â Small tears started to stream down your cheeks while you mourned the previous version of yourself.
âI know,â Spencer reassured you. âI know you do, but if you canât quite get to her, Iâll still be here for the you that you are now,â he said, welcoming you with open arms as you began to lean into him. âIt wouldnât have been easier,â he murmured into your hair.
Humming, you grew content in Spencerâs arms, the only place he had wanted you over the past month. âWhat wouldnât have been easier?â
Ever so slightly, Spencer tightened his grip around you, âIf you had died. It wouldnât have been easier for anyone. I know it felt like that at the time-â
âYou heard that?â You asked, horrified at the thought of Spencer and everyone else hearing what you had thought were your last words.
Nodding, Spencer hummed a confirmation. âI canât stop thinking about it, and I just needed to tell you that I understand. I donât want you to feel guilty about what you said, and I donât want you to feel like you need to regret it. You needed a way out, and that was the one you saw,â he told you.
You were silent for an eerie amount of time, without being able to see your face, Spencer was afraid that he had misread the entire situation. âThank you,â you whispered, straightening up and looking over at him, bleary eyes meeting his. âIâm just⊠thank you,â you whispered reaching out for him, embracing him as your tears sept through the fabric of his t-shirt.
The both of you stayed like that for a while, your body was tucked into his side as his fingers lazily trailed up and down your back. âDid you want to try to get some sleep?â
You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest, âCan I stay here?â
Frowning, Spencer cocked his head to the side, âYes, isnât that what I just asked?â Maybe it was more of an implication, but he felt it was fairly straightforward.
âI mean, can I stay here for a while? Maybe for a couple of days?â You asked, pressing your lips together nervously.
Moving his head forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, âYou can stay here for as long as you want to.â
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Can I request a best friends brother touya plssss :)
Ur loser Touya who, canon to your fics, writes in a diary journal is so good and needs a comeback đđ
Okay thank you byyyyyeee :P
god i love todosiblings tomfoolery in touya fics!!!! ily anon thank u for loving this loser as much as i do
open up the door // touya todoroki
âKnock knock.â The voice interrupts yours and Fuyumiâs chatter from the other side of her bedroom door.
âWhat?â Fuyumi calls out, cueing Touya to poke his head through the cracked door, eyes meeting her before your own, in which you quickly darted away. âCan we help you?â
âYeah, you can actually.â He returns the tone, fully swinging the door open, leaning against the frame. âI hear you losers giggling and shit from all the way down the hall. Donât you think you two should shut up and go to sleep?â
You look him up and down, eyeing the stretched out flannel pajama pants hanging low on his hips and distressed band tee over his lanky frame. The glossy sheen over his eyes and the state of his hair made it apparent that he had just rolled out of bed, woken up from yours and Fuyumiâs night time antics and gossip.
âItâs barely 12am on a Friday night, Touya.â You cock your eyebrow at him. âNothing more important to do than to bother us?â
âTell me, Y/N, what exactly am I interrupting?â He walks into the room, being careful to step over the scattered containers of various beads, rolls of string, and a couple pairs haphazardly throw scissors laying across the floor. âFriendship bracelets? Are you guys 12?âÂ
You were laying on the floor on your stomach as he approached you and stepped over you with a leg on each side. Touya leans down and looks past your head to see the unfinished bracelet in your hands.
âWhatcha spelling out, huh?âÂ
âFuck off.â You huff, slapping his calf to shoo him away.
âLeave us aloneâ Fuyumi groans. âWeâre gonna go to sleep right now, okay?â
âSleep, donât sleep, I donât give a fuck. Just be quiet. Especially you, loudmouth.â He flicks the back of your head before stepping over you towards the door, clicking it behind him.
You and Fuyumi meet each otherâs eyes before simultaneously letting out an annoyed sigh.
âSorry, you know how he is.â Fuyumi huffs. âHeâs so annoying sometimes.â
You had a long standing relationship with the Todoroki family. Your friendship with Fuyumi flourished in middle school when you had accidentally snapped her glasses in half during gym class. Luckily, for you two, you were a wizard with duct tape which had not only effectively fixed her frames, but made you two inseparable since.Â
âSometimes?â You scoff, beginning to shove the craft supplies to the side, making room for your floor mattress. âI was seriously planning on marrying into the family one way or another, but you gave me some shit options, Fuy. Introduce me to a cousin or something.
âSettle for him to be with me forever.â She sighs dramatically and shoots you a pout. âIf you really loved me, you would.â
Another thing that lingered since you two were kids- the concept of setting you up with her older brother. The idea had always seemed so perfect for her. There you were, someone who got along with the family, the sister she never had, and most importantly, was âgood enoughâ for her brother, who notoriously had a shitty dating history. However, Fuyumiâs fantasy quickly crumbled midway through high school, when Touya suddenly decided that he was too good for anyone- especially his little sisterâs best friend.
âTouyaâs a fucking prick, Fuy. I really do want to beat the fuck out of him, no joke, and Iâm pretty sure the feelings are mutual.â
âWatch it!â She scolds you. âHeâs not that bad, or at least not as bad as he used to be.â
âNot as bad? âHey uglyâ is his go-to greeting for me. He acts like my presence is the most inconveniencing thing ever. If we're alone in the same room, he'll avoid me like the plague and then once there's anyone else around, suddenly he wants to annoy me at any given chance.â
âHeâs going through a life crisis or something. Be nice.â She warns. âOr else Iâll kick both of your asses. Wake me if youâre up before me, okay? But only if itâs after 10am.â She yawns. âGoodnight.â
âYeah whatever, g'night." You say and roll your eyes, knowing that you will definitely not be waking her up.
Now with the lights off and you two in your respective beds, all you could do is look up at the glow in the dark stars plastered to the ceiling, and think back on all of your interactions with Touya from the moment you met him to now- from your raging infatuation with him when you first met as children to the growing resentment and annoyance into your late teens.
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The glaring sunbeam peaking through the curtains hit you right in the eye, effectively waking you up from your deep sleep. Your phone reads 6:54AM. You mentally groaned to yourself before rolling out of your mattress, exiting the dark bedroom with a soft click of the door behind you. On an early Saturday morning like this, the Todoroki household had its rare moments of silent solitude
Padding your way to the bathroom, you were still in a drowsy state, eyes lidded, and the heaviness of a deep sleep weighing on your shoulders. Once the door shuts behind you, you lean against the kitchen sink and rub the sleepiness from your eyes,
"The fuck, Y/N?" The familiar voice snaps you awake. Your vision focuses on the figure standing near the shower. "You pervert, what do you think you're doing?" He exclaims with a growing amused smile.
"Jesus, Touya!" You exclaim, taking a step back against the door. "Ever use a fucking lock before?" You lowly huff, trying to keep your volume down.
"Why would I when no one's ever up this early? Don't you walk around with your eyes open?"
"I just woke up like two seconds ago." You groan. "Why are you just hanging out in the bathroom?"
"Well I was going to shower. Unless you're here to 'beat the fuck out of me?'" He leans against the wall, arms crossed.
"Listening in on our conversation? Who's the pervert now?" You furrow your eyebrows.
"Involuntarily, with your loud mouth and all." He takes a step closer, almost closing the gap and leaving just mere inches of space between you two. "Sounds like you don't like me very much, huh? What happened to that little crush in middle school?" He kept his voice low.
"Fizzled out a long time ago when you started thinking you were too cool for everyone." You press your finger against the middle of his chest. "You're full of yourself, stuck up, infuriating to be around, and you have no reason to not like me when we've known each other for damn near a decade. You're such a dick for no reason."
"You done?" His amused smile grew even wider, making the fury in your stomach grow stronger. "Because I don't have to explain shit to you."
You rub your face in your hands in frustration. "You know what you act like? A 13 year old who thinks being mean to his crush makes them like you back." You cross your arms, almost tip-toeing your way closer to his face. "That must be it, huh? Can't navigate your feelings?"
Touya bit the inside of his cheek.
Before he could retaliate with another venom filled comment, someone on the other side of the door was knocking. Had you two been so loud this early in the morning?
"Y/N?" You recognized the groggy voice. "Are you in there? Can I come in?"
You froze and quickly realized how the situation looked- you and Touya almost pressed up against each other in the bathroom. Alone. After you had just told her all about your disdain for her brother the night before.
You locked your eyes with him. He opened his mouth, ready to respond in your place, in which you quickly slammed your hand over his mouth, and the other on his shoulder. You start pushing him back towards the shower.
"Yeah! I'm in here, give me a second!" You called out over your shoulder.
"What are you doing?" He mouths, taking a step into the shower before he could trip over the ledge.
"Shut up." You whisper back, closing the shower curtain. "Stay." You warn.
You took a glance at yourself in the mirror, silently hoping Fuyumi doesn't notice your flushed cheeks.
"Sorry I was getting ready to shower. Was I being too loud?" You open the door to see her sleepy state of lidded eyes and tousled hair.
"No." She yawns. "I got a migraine, I just need my medication."
You step aside for her to dig through the medicine cabinet for a moment, sending subtle glances to the shower every now and then, hoping Touya doesn't decide to make an appearance.
"By the way," She mumbles. "I was serious about last night. Be nice to Touya, okay? You know he kinda has a crush on you."
"What?" You exclaim a bit too loudly, slapping your hand over your mouth.
She shushes you, putting her finger over her mouth. "You'll wake him. He's a light sleeper." She warns. "But yeah, Natsuo read his diary last week and told me. I think I kinda knew though, since he's so emotionally constipated." She softly chuckles, lightly shaking the migraine medication into her palm.
"What the fuck, Fuyumi?" Your mouth hung open. "Diary? You tell me this now?"
"Well I didn't realize how much you disliked him." She smiles. "Just thought you should know. We'll talk more later, though. I'm going back to sleep. Think about it, and have a good shower."
"Okay.. thanks." You mumble, closing the door behind her.
If you really wanted to, you could let yourself feel mortified for Touya and make an agreement to pretend like that conversation didn't just happen, but you could feel the disgusting pride and ego growing larger by the second as you digested this new information.
Touya rips the shower curtain to the side, stepping out of the shower with a new layer of blush dusted over his cheeks and his wide eyes filled with embarrassment.
"Shut up." He huffs, running a hand through his hair.
"Didn't say anything." You shrug, pressing your lips together to suppress a smirk.
"Keep it that way, then."
He begins to make his way towards the door, in which you promptly block with your body.
"Y/N. Move." He demands, one hand on the handle and the other pressed against the door next to your head.
"Guess I got you figured out after all. You write about me in your diary often?" Your let your smirk grow. "You'd have better luck if you were nicer to your crush, don't you think?"
You could see that pompous facade of his crumble by the second with the way he bit down on his lower lip, cheeks growing into a deeper shade of red, and eyes darting away to avoid your own.
"It's a fucking journal. Not a diary. Let me out. I'm going to go smother that fucking brat with his own pillow."
"Why don't we unpack this here, instead?" You lean back onto the door, preventing him from pulling it open. "If you like me so much, why are you such a dick?"
A beat of silence passes as he releases a long sigh.
"I-" He starts, staring down at you with a sheepish expression. "don't mean to be an asshole. I just get nervous, okay?" His voice falters towards the end.
You cock an eyebrow at him. "Nervous? How does that make sense or justify anything?"
"Because I can't think straight whenever you're around. Which is all the fucking time."
You didn't think far enough ahead as to how you could navigate this. You questioned if this could even be considered a confession or where things would go between you two when you eventually let him out of the bathroom.
"We were fine when we were kids, though?"
"I didn't like you when we were kids." He huffs.
"So a few years ago? When you started acting like an ass?"
"I guess." He mutters. "Can you move over now?"
"I give you one chance." You cross your arms.
"Huh?"
"To apologize, confess and ask me out. Properly."
"Right now?" His eyes widened, mouth gaped open.
"Yup, or forever hold your peace and watch me get with one of your cousins or something."
"You'd actually go out with me?" He asks under his breath.
"Ask me and find out." You shrug.
He pressed his lips together, continuing to stare down at you with furrowed brows- of course you stared back in annoyance. You thought that he already had the easy way out, thanks to Fuyumi, so this hesitation only made you more anxious.
A voice in the back of your head had started pounding through the front. It was your 10 year old self. They're making your stomach twist in anticipation. They're making your heart race. They're making your hands clam up. They're hoping he'd do it.
But he wasn't.
"Okay, guess not then. I'm leaving." You suddenly blurt out, turning to grab the handle.
"Wait." He places his hand over the door frame, preventing it from pulling open. "Give me a fucking second okay? I feel like I can barely breathe."
He puts both hands on your shoulder, expelling a long breath of air to the side. You tense at the sudden physical contact, feeling the warmth of the palms of his hands melt into you.
"I'm sorry for being a dick to you. I'm sorry for not knowing how to act around you. I'm not sure I deserve it, but can you... give me a chance?" He spills out through clenched teeth, all in one breath.
His face was still flushed and expression was almost pained. You knew you backed him up in a corner but if he had this crush for a few years, was he ever planning on telling you?
"I know you had a crush on me when we first met as kids, and I know you definitely don't anymore, but if you want to give me a chance then I guess that would be.. cool." He sheepishly says, sucking in the inside of his cheek.
"You guess?" You cock your head to the side.
"You're fucking killing me, Y/N. That's seriously the best I can do at 7am right now." He deadpans. "Yes or no- before I start panicking."
You pause for a moment, taking in the weight of his hands on your shoulder and intense eye contact.
"I'll go out with you."
"Really?" His eyes widen, and grip tightening. "After everything? You will?"
You nod your head, slightly taken off guard by his surprise.
"Cool. Cool. Okay." He takes a step back, bringing his hands back to his side and shoving them in his pajama pants pocket, giving you space to take your exit. "Um. I'll keep you updated on that date then? When I figure it out?" He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.
"Cool." You say, still standing idly.
"Cool." He responds, pressing his lips together in a tight line
"Don't make it weird, okay?" You huff. "I don't want to tell Fuy yet."
"No weirdness here." He awkwardly smiles, now fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
"Okay we're done here." You teasingly roll your eyes. "You're being weird, so I'm leaving. See you in a few hours, loser."
You two exchanged shy smiles and glances before you made your exit, letting out an audible breath of air after shutting the door behind you. Later that morning, after his shower and getting ready for the day, Touya would find a beaded bracelet hanging on his bedroom's door handle, reading "T O U Y A < 3" in which he slipped over his wrist and would glance down at all day, reminding himself not to fuck it up.
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Stuck like glue
Request: "I'm going to scream your domestic character joining coop on his travels from her cabin is SO good đ I was wondering if you would write something with the same character in her cabin when coop turns up from nearby having taken one too many bullets? Or maybe he's sick and needs some jet. Some hurt/comfort fluffy sweetness"
A/N: Thank you to the awesome anon who sent the idea! Maybe not AS fluffy as we wanted, but there's for sure some soft Ghoul going on in here. And, oh yeah, the reader has a dog now. No description of said dog has been given, so please imagine as you'd wish.
Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader
WARNINGS: Canon-Typical language and violence, brief mentions of sexual interaction.
Summary: Your favorite Ghoul needs to be patched up after a spat with some Raiders, and you always know just how to make him feel better.
Word Count: 2.0k+
Gif credit to @elisefrost from this set
Youâre outside attempting to hang clothes to dry when you hear it.Â
The soft but distinct sound of jingling metal comes from behind your cabin. You set one hand on the pistol strapped to your thigh and walk in that direction, eyes peeled for any movement. A bark echoes the sound from your porch, and you snap at your four-legged companion in an attempt to get him to stay.Â
âTiger!â You hiss. âQuit!â
 He relents with an indignant huff and returns to the porch, while the metallic noise keeps up in a steady pattern, akin to the cadence of a slow walk. You tilt your head at the thought and eventually move the hand off your pistol; only one person would dare tread this close in broad daylight with such carelessness.
âCoop?â
You donât see him anywhere, but youâre almost certain it was the sounds of his old spurs that caught your attention.Â
âCooper if youâre tryna scare me, you know I'll gut you.â The threat is an empty one, but saying it gives you some hope that itâs indeed him and not a Raider or Slaver looking to score some loot.Â
âNo need, babydoll.â His voice sounds ragged, tired. âDonât think I could scare a bunny rabbit at the moment.âÂ
You follow his voice to your left, and find the Ghoul leaned up against a tree. Heâs practically swaying in the breeze, very apparently unsteady. You rush over just as he slides down and collides with the dirt..Â
âCooper! What happened to you?âÂ
Your hands flutter up and down his arms, brusquely checking for any injuries. Nothing obvious jumps out at you, but he heals fast and external wounds are rare. A wheeze claws its way up his throat and morphs into a hacking cough. You recognize the sound as the need for a Vial, and grab at his bag.Â
âDo you have any on you?âÂ
A stuttered cough answers. âFresh out⊠sâwhy I came here.â
Your stash of Vials had been growing just about as long as youâd known Cooper. When you traveled together, heâd hand some off to you for safekeeping, and there always ended up being extras. Upon your return home, heâd tell you to keep them. It wasnât shocking, given that he found his way back every couple of days.
âAlright, come on.â You crouch down and position yourself beneath Cooperâs arm.Â
You can tell heâs weak by the way he leans into you, knees wobbling relentlessly as you pull him up. Another round of coughing wracks his body and you squeeze him reassuringly.Â
âCouch isnât far.â You chose your words carefully, avoiding any inkling of pity. Having an already deteriorating Ghoul is enough, let alone a defensive one who hates being pitied.Â
Cooper does his best to keep up with your steps, but his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated. You can feel the heat radiating off of him through his jacket and hear him wheezing beside your ear. Stepping onto the porch gives him some trouble, but you manage to haul him up and inside the door. Tiger whines nervously, circling the pair of you as you trek inside. The Ghoul collapses onto the couch as soon as itâs within reach.Â
After making sure Cooperâs not going to slide off the couch, you continue to the med-kit in your makeshift kitchen. The Vials are hidden at the very bottom, wrapped in cloth for extra cushion to prevent shattering. You decide thereâs more than enough for him to take two, and carefully extract the mysterious chem.Â
Cooperâs laid out on his back when you return with the Vials. One arm is thrown over his eyes and the other dangling off the side of the couch with Tiger perched beneath. The dog nuzzles his favorite personâs hand for attention, and it elicits a chuckle from you. Even as the only conscious person in the room, you were still second in Tigerâs eyes.Â
âCoop.â You shake his shoulder gently. âHey. Hey. Whereâs your inhaler?â
You nudge his hat away and he blinks slowly. âMmm.â
âOk then.â You mutter and pat down his jacket, searching for the contraption he always carries. The coat yields no results, and you pat down his pants until you feel it tucked away into the pocket at his hip. âFinally.â
Cooper shuffles ever so slightly when you slip your hand into his pocket. âH-hey now. I know you love me, baby, but I-I ainât got it in me right now.â
An errant smile pushes its way onto your lips. You snap the meds into place on his inhalerÂ
âOpen up.â
He fails to heed your instructions, and you ultimately end up forcing the inhalant into his mouth. It never works instantly, but within a minute or so of administering it thereâs movement. One of Cooperâs hands lifts to cup yours, puffing on the inhaler again.Â
You release your hold on it and rock back onto the balls of your feet. Itâs then you take note of the holes in his clothing, and run a hand down his chest. Thereâs numerous holes, some as big as your finger and others no larger than a pinhead.Â
âCooper, what happened to you?â You sit on the edge of the couch beside him as he takes his first deep breath without Chems.Â
âI just turnâd in a bounty and some Raiders jumped me.â He looks down at your hand on his chest. âBastards shot me ten or eleven times. Damn buckshot got me good.â
You nod. âI can tell. You were in a bad way, Coop.â
The Ghoul sits up slowly beside you so his legs can swing off the couch. âIâll be good as new, soon as this stuff starts workinâ good.âÂ
Tiger hops up on the couch next to him, tail wagging with excitement. The dog licks your cheek on his way to Cooper and pushes his nose into the Ghoulâs shoulder. You chuckle at the interaction, patting the dogâs shoulders. Coopers are still hunched with exhaustion, and his deep-set eyes look even more so.Â
âWell until they do, you rest.â You stand, glancing out the still-ajar door. âItâs getting dark anyway.â
Cooper, as usual, opens his mouth to protest. If thereâs anything he hates, itâs feeling useless.Â
âNo arguments.â You point a finger at him. âI mean it.â
He grumbles, but relents. âFine. Only if you turn somethinâ on that olâ TV of yours.â
The television turns out to be a perfect method of relaxation. You have to remove Cooper from the couch temporarily, but wrestle it into the pullout bed form and line it with blankets. The Ghoul had given in to his exhaustion rather easily at the prospect of a comfortable bed and kicked off his boots to climb all the way in. You hung his coat on a nail by the door, but made sure to leave his guns, lasso, and assorted weapons within armâs reach. The TV played some old soap opera from before your time while you snagged a couple of hard candies- a luxury item, as the nearest settlement called them- and made to settle in.Â
Cooper had managed to prop himself against the back of the couch, feet kicked out down the length of the thin mattress. Tiger, seeking attention as per usual, is curled up against his right leg. A wet nose rests just beneath Cooperâs knee and twitches in interest when you unwrap the first candy.Â
The Ghoul might as well be a dog himself for the way his ears perk at the sound of a wrapper.Â
He watches intently as you very gracefully clamber to sit next to him. You pop the fruit-flavored candy in your mouth and scoot around until you find comfort. In this case, itâs leaned up against the Ghoul beside you, head dropping onto his shoulder. His breathing is still shallower than youâd like, but a vast improvement from where it was when heâd shown up.Â
âYou ainât gonna share?âÂ
You open your fist and offer up one of the candies. âI suppose I could. But only for you.â
A smirk twists the corners of his scarred lips. You poke at the candies and attempt to read the labels to no avail.Â
âIâd offer you a choice of flavor, butâŠâ You shrug, looking back up to your Ghoul. âSlim pickings.â
He lifts a bare hand to your chin, tilting up. âI think the pickinâs are just fine.â
You smile and lean in to meet him, lips falling into a familiar dance.The hand on your chin slides down to grip your nape and holds you firmly in place. Itâs not long before the candy is gone from your mouth. Its remnants remain, mingling with the taste of gunpowder and smoke. A few moments pass before you decide to separate
âMiss me much?â You inquire, cuddling yourself down into his side.Â
His arm raises to accommodate your body and lowers it back down to encircle your shoulders once youâre settled. âI always miss you darlinâ. For a variety of reasons.â
You hum softly, âYeah? Whyâs that?â
Cooperâs hand trails up and down your arm, leaving wide trails of gooseflesh. âWell, the main one happens to be the lack of entertainment.â
You scoff. âIâm your entertainment?â
âFuck yeah, you are. âSpecially when youâre hollerinâ at scavengers and shootinâ anything that moves.â The Ghoul chuckles to himself. âOr trippinâ over a sleeping yao guai.â
You shove him playfully. âThat was one time, and I shot it dead anyway.â
Cooper pulls you towards him, and you shift until youâre between his legs, back pressed against his chest. âThat you did, sweetheart. I ainât forgot.â
He grabs the nearest blanket and tosses it over your entangled bodies. You curl to the side and rest your cheek to his chest. Tiger shuffles his body with a huff, apparently frustrated with the lack of attention.
âWhat would you do without me?â You tap his chest gently, relishing in the warmth he produces. âOther than get eaten by a yao guai?â
The Ghoul scratches Tigerâs head. âProlly go feral. Chase around some folk to scare emâ.â
You know heâs joking, but the thought of losing him to ferality scares you to no end. Particularly since heâs just shown up on deathâs door and almost hacked a lung onto your floor.
âDonât say that.â You lift your head to catch his eye. âPlease.â
Cooper may be a gruff old Ghoul with a dreadful outlook on the world, but he softens ever so slightly at your words.
âYou know I donât mean it, sugar. Youâre stuck with me, whether you like it or not.â
Two scarred fingers hook beneath your jaw and pull you back up to his lips. Itâs tame at first, but the Cooper you know wastes no time making an appearance. His teeth nip at your lip gently and one rough hand slides up your side until it cups your breast. You press into him eagerly, climbing upwards until your thighs slot around either side of his hips. He responds by grinding them into you, delicious friction warming you from head to toe. Â
Tiger decides heâs disgusted at this point, and hops off the couch with a comical groan.
Unbothered, one of your hands latches onto the lasso that is tossed on top of his pile of weapons. You loop it around his neck, gripping either side of the rope and pulling him in. Cooper smirks against your mouth.Â
âOh I love being stuck with you, Cowpoke.â You whisper against his mouth, earning yourself a quick bite to the bottom lip.
The Ghoul grins and quickly shows how much strength heâs regained by reversing your positions. He snatches the rope faster than you can react, and wraps the fingers of one hand loosely around the column of your throat. Thereâs just enough pressure to shoot a pang of arousal between your legs. Cooper knows youâre squirming, and presses a knee there to relieve some of the ache.Â
âGlad tâhear it.â He murmurs into your neck, ââCause I sure as hell ainât goinâ nowhere.â
And you wouldnât have it any other way.
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