#yeah... i Really wanted to make one of the asks from you (what could hurt more than your own favorite character turning against you?)

[beardedjoel]

💗🎉💗CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE!💗🎉💗

I’m so happy for you! I found you through Closer, and I couldn’t be happier about it. You’re an amazing writer and such a lovely person!

I’m wondering… what about one of these?🌹the prompt number 1. I love your writing and I cannot stop myself from asking. Perhaps with Joel, or Frankie, or Pero…I’m not picky, I’ll be happy with whatever the inspiration leads you.

Alsooooo… Is it too much if I add a little bit of 💌? I’m curious about your writing process. How do you do it? Is it linear, or do you jump around, and later “paste it”?

wym, you're so sweet and i love sharing this space with you my friend 😘 thank you for sending in this prompt and allowing me to do something special with it. thanks for your patience as i have been painstakingly slow with making my way through this backlog of requests! i'll answer your thoughtful writing question at the very bottom of the post after the one shot, if that's alright!

axel and ember — joel x f!reader

request: "overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex". sent in as part of my 5k celebration! i decided to use this one for something very personal to me. as someone who has dealt with vaginismus, this was challenging to write the last few days but it felt like the right direction for me to go in with this prompt. in no way does this describe the experience every person with vaginismus has (nor 100% true to mine), and it is a lot of hard work to help your body and mind learn to work with the sexual obstacles that come with it. i simplified things for the purpose of this story but still found it really gratifying to write so much from personal experience and feelings that i have dealt with. i highly encourage anyone who has not heard of vaginismus to do a little research as it's something that many, many women deal with in silence or is ignored as much of women's sexual health is. happy reading 💓

wc: 2.9k

warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader has vaginismus, unprotected piv

“Maybe… maybe it just doesn’t fit.”

You’d said the words, exasperated after trying for the third time that week.

“I don’t think that’s how that works, darlin’,” Joel teases the words playfully, his hair hanging down into his face as he holds himself perched above you. His smile brusquely fades when he sees that you’re genuinely upset. Some days, it hadn’t been that big of a deal, you’d been able to shrug off the frustration. Today, however, you felt frayed and emotional, pissed off that your body couldn’t just behave like a normal body should. It’s infuriating, living in a body that won’t cooperate with your mind, seeing others do with ease what you never could. What you could only have as a fantasy. 

“Hey, it’s alright.” He leans down, kissing you softly before moving from where he’d been stationed on top of you to lay at your side.

Another dream of finally having sex with your boyfriend tonight slipped away in an instant. 

“What if I try the dilators again?” you ask desperately, meeting Joel’s gaze. His warm eyes look back at yours with empathy, and he shrugs.

“If y’want. But maybe you should jus’ rest. We already had our fun, yeah?”

He’d gotten you off, you’d gotten him off. Fingers and tongues and mouths, which admittedly were great, but you craved to know what more of him felt like, more than just the one, sometimes two fingers you could handle without soon wincing in discomfort.

You wanted him inside of you, wanted your bodies joined in the way that you were so cruelly being denied by the universe.

“N-no, you’re right. It was fun.” You flash him a somewhat forced smile, grateful for his patience and love when he wraps his arms around you. Joel had been such a constant with you, so wonderful, and that only made it hurt more that you couldn’t give him this. He’d never pressured you, never made you feel at fault these last five months you’d been dating. In some ways, it had brought you closer, not being able to rush into sex, but it didn’t mean that he’d stick around forever if it meant he couldn’t get the one thing you know men always want.

“We’re gonna get it one of these days,” he reassures you, stroking your hair. “You’re workin’ hard at your sessions and here at home. Don’t tell you enough that I think it’s great, seein’ you tryin’ all of that. But don’t do it for me, okay? Do it ‘cause it’s what you want.”

You stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded. You were of course doing all of this work for yourself, so that you could freely enjoy something that should come so naturally to your body. Yet you knew that deep down the pressure was mounting, wanting to give Joel the sexual satisfaction you assumed he craved, something that your hands and mouth couldn’t give him. It was putting up a block between you and your sexuality, making each interaction that much more strained and distressing. You’re surprised Joel caught on to all of that when you’d been trying to put on a brave face for him. 

“I - I know,” you concede with a sigh. “I’m afraid sometimes. That I’ll never be enough without this piece of me.”

Joel’s deep set brow furrows further, looking hurt - for you or for himself, you can’t quite tell. His lips set into a firm line before they part, readying to speak. “I think you’re pretty damn amazing the way that y’are. I want that for us, ‘course I do. But I’d rather jus’ have you, whatever, however you are.”

“You would?” you ask sentimentally, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You laugh slightly, wiping under your eyes, knowing your question is ridiculous but still needing that extra validation that he’s sure. That he’s okay continuing to try this with you, even if it never results in anything. 

“Yes, silly. Why do you think I’ve kept you around all this time?” 

“‘Cause I find us all the good TV shows to watch?”

He laughs, his burly chest shaking with it. “Quit bein’ a pest, I’m tryin’ to be serious with you,” he quips back, trying and failing to hold back his chuckle.

“I know. I know what you’re saying, Joel. I -“ You swallow, your face falling, pulled back into the seriousness of the moment. “I appreciate you. So, so much.” You reach and wrap your arms tightly around him. You relish in the feeling of being close to him, your naked bodies melding together, the heater-like quality of Joel always comforting to you. 

“You’re all the good in this relationship, baby.”

“Who’s being a pest now?” You flick his chest, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter again, giddy at the late hour and the tax of this evening leaving you emotionally spent.

The voice deep inside your mind taunts you as you slowly listen to Joel falling asleep next to you, his breath falling to a rhythmic pattern interlaced with tiny, endearing snores. You hold back tears that come in the dark, feeling so small and alone in this moment, knowing that despite his reassurances, he could never truly understand how this feels for you.

The next few weeks go by with much of the same - you’re busy with life, work, friends, and going to your physical therapy sessions. It was awkward at first all those months ago, laying there bare underneath the sheet while a woman practically had half her hand inside of you, but you got used to it, even started to look forward to hearing about her life and her kids. 

You and Joel try a few more times to no avail, your body once seeming to have a breakthrough before promptly making you inhale sharply in pain, shaking your head dejectedly. 

You try to let it go, let all of it go. Learn that life doesn’t surround this, it simply can’t if you don’t want this pressure, this hole in your heart that you think you need to fill, to eat you alive. This cannot mean that you’re broken, that nobody could want to be with someone born with their factory settings just a little bit off. 

You see it on Joel’s face and in his demeanor, proudly taking note of the change within you. You start to pounce on him every chance you get, fueled by trying to feed this new, insatiable mental freedom you’ve allowed yourself. If you couldn’t have the sex you were dreaming of just yet, you figured that in the meantime you may as well make the sex you are having something new to dream about.

Joel, as predicted, is highly receptive to your new outlook, hands and lips all over you more often than not the second you step through his door to spend the night with him. You find yourself laughing with him when you’re being intimate instead of focusing on that pit in your stomach that worries if this time could finally be the time. You’ve done away with taking it far too seriously to even enjoy when your gracious boyfriend is buried between your legs like it’s his favorite thing. Now, you can appreciate all of it for what it is - a way to connect with Joel, to share something special and fun and sexy together.

You lie in bed with Joel this evening, cackling as you two take turns narrating excerpts from a friend’s most recent read in the romance department that she’d lent you. For inspiration, she’d teased, saying it might help your mind and body become more open to connecting with one another on the topic of sex. You’d taken it with a grain of salt but now it was the evening's top entertainment. You had to admit that she had a point - it did feel nice to read about characters that were so sexually open that anything seemed possible for them.

“The people in these books are unreal,” you manage to get out through your laughter, wiping the stream of tears that coats your cheeks. Joel wipes at the corners of his own eyes, still chuckling.

“Wouldn’t mind givin’ some of these a try one of these days, bet you’d be sexy flipped upside down or whatever the hell they were doin’,” Joel says, propped up on his elbow, his handsome eyes smoldering in your direction. The implication that many of the acts the fictional couple are doing involves things that your body hasn’t been cooperating enough to even go near makes you stiffen for a moment. Maybe a month ago, the comment would have wrecked you, sent you spiraling or feeling self conscious about this perceived insufficiency of yours, but now you let it slide right off your back.

You scrunch your nose at him, letting it fall into a sly smile as he flicks his eyes over you in appreciation. “Shush,” you tease. “We need to find out what happens next to… whatever their names are.” This had all been in good fun, and their names seemed secondary to the juicy details of their sex lives. 

“Axel and Ember.” Joel cuts in, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You deadpan. “Right… Someone has been paying attention.”

“Go on, then…” Joel insists with sass, his hand motioning expectantly to the open book in your lap. You smirk before focusing on the page and continuing where you left off. You two read until both of your eyelids get heavy, the words muttered slower and slower, your bodies buzzing hotly with arousal from the content yet far too tired to do anything to make a move on the other person. 

“Tomorrow,” Joel utters in your ear just as you’re moving into that cozy, floaty, drifting sensation before it all goes black. “Tomorrow I’m gonna Axel your ass into oblivion.”

You’re awoken by a kiss, feather light upon your lips. Your lids flutter open to see Joel, his scruffy beard and unbearably cute bed head up close and personal with you. It’s barely light out, the room bathed in the pale blue glow that comes right before dawn. Your skimpy camisole strap has slid off your shoulder, the entire thing askew and leaving one of your tits bared to him. Joel’s eyes seem to be glued there before flicking back and forth between your now perky nipple and your face. His lips close around it, gently sucking, and you writhe, your body turning towards his.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters against your hot skin, breath ghosting over your sensitive nipple. You shudder, your skin prickling with anticipation, the space between your thighs desperately empty. Going to bed so unsatisfied seemed to have done a number on the both of you as you’re now acutely aware Joel pressing up against you, his cock already hard and leaking.

“Joel…” you whine, hips bucking towards him.

He dives in, his lips devouring yours, shifting his body to straddle yours, grasping the sides of your face in his hands. His tongue laps into your mouth and you arch your back into the way his hips start to grind into yours, burning desire low in your belly. You’re already so damn wet from his teasing, more than you’ve ever been, built up longing spilling over from last night.

“I… want to try right now,” you finally manage to gasp out as his lips separate from yours for a brief second. He pauses, looking down at you, his heavy lidded eyes sincere as they dance over your features.

“You sure? It’s okay if we jus’ -”

“No. I’m sure,” you tell him. “I feel so good. I want to feel good with you.” Your fingers dig into his bare back, urging him on.

He only nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows. He places gentler kisses on your lips before moving to your neck, then down your body until he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. Tugging those down along with your panties, he moves with certainty and care, adoring your soft skin in every place along the way. 

He touches a gentle finger to your slit, so sensitive and swollen now, and you suck in a breath.

“Holy shit. God damn, baby,” he muses with awe, fire burning in his dark eyes.

You chuckle shakily, feeling your cheeks flush as you avert your eyes shyly. “I - I know. I need you.”

“Can practically feel her puslin’,” he growls, licking his lips, desire clouding his mind.

Your cheeks only grow hotter at his dirty words, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Taking a page from Axel’s book, I see,” you tease him breathily.

“Nah. This is all Joel Miller, baby,” he replies just as he uses his whole hand to cup your slick cunt, the both of you groaning quietly. Joel starts to shimmy his briefs down, leaving him completely stripped underneath the covers with you. You wait for him to climb back on top of you, carefully removing your top and taking you in.

“Perfect.” He smiles, and you wrap your legs around his waist, a silent signal that you’re ready. Joel reaches between your bodies, bringing his cock to your cunt, lazily moving it through the folds until he’s coated in your arousal, each stroke making your hips buck, your need climbing to an unbearable level.

“Please…” you whine, feeling the emptiness inside of you, craving that full sensation you’ve been romanticizing time and time again in your mind.

“I got you, baby. No matter what. I’m right here, ‘kay?” You feel him line himself up, trying to manage your expectations as you nod for him, swallowing down your nerves. Even if it doesn’t work this time, it’ll be okay, you’ll be oka -

The tip of his cock pushes past your entrance, and you gasp, eyes going wide. You both pause, staring at each other in an optimistic, full silence, breathing heavily.

You nod again, mouth agape. “More…” you whisper softly, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your body.

Joel smiles, pressing his hips into you the tiniest bit more. He still slides in with ease, the smallest pinch subsiding when he takes a beat, then pushes a little more, repeating the process a few times. You feel the stretch, the slight burn as your body adjusts, your mind racing at the miracle that’s occurring, barely even able to register it right now.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, starting to shake. Joel leans down to kiss you, a comforting move, but it only pushes his cock in another bit, making you gasp softly at the fullness.

To your shock, when he pulls back the sensation begins to near something pleasurable. “Sorry,” he quickly spits out, his concerned stare meeting yours.

“No. It’s good. A-again. Do that again.” You start to smile in earnest, a toothy grin that you can’t help but feel spread across your face. 

“What… this?” he asks coyly, more overt with the thrust inwards as he pulls his lips into yours. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in and kissing the sensitive skin there. “You’re so wet, so fuckin’ tight, baby. You feel incredible.”

You shudder underneath him, moaning softly as his words travel right to your core, burning with a new kind of eagerness you’ve never felt before. “You feel so good,” you echo back to him as you pant.

Joel starts to move, testing the waters with slow, steady movements. You keep breathing, terrified that any minute the ball will drop or this will have been a dream or some cruel trick your body is playing on you. But the sporadic bursts of discomfort subside with each new roll of Joel’s hips, blooming into something pleasurable and sweet, pulling up from deep inside of you.

Emotion bubbles to the surface before you can even tame it, your eyes brimming with tears when Joel bottoms out inside of you, pulling back and pushing in to the hilt again. It feels good, amazing even, to be so full of him, to celebrate this victory, even if only for today.

“Shit. Sweetheart, you’re okay, right? Are you hurting?” Joel freezes when he sees your watery eyes, every muscle coiled stiffly, his face screwed up in fear.

You shake your head, fighting the urge to sob, but Joel’s faithful, genuine concern puts you over the edge. Tears spill, rolling down your cheeks in profound little streaks, every bit of your frustration and pain and anger from the last half of a year pouring out into this beautiful display of pure joy.

“I swear, I’m happy, I’m happy,” you cry out, immediately cradled in Joel’s arms.

“Good,” Joel breathes out in relief. “You’re happy, I’m the happiest fuckin’ guy in the world.”

His words make the tears flow faster, but you start to laugh amidst it all. “Stop making me cry harder!” you chastise him, hugging him tightly around the neck. 

“Joel…” you say after a long, tender embrace, the two of you soaking it in. His cock still throbs inside of you, reminding you of the pleasure you’d started to chase moments ago, lost to the emotion of the moment.

“Hm?” he asks, pulling his head from where it had been buried in the crook of your to look at you.

“Please fuck me now.”

He grins, the movement lighting up his entire face with a lusty glow before he eagerly crashes his lips with yours again. When you see his eyes again, you swear they’re a shade darker, his cheeks tinged with the color of desire. Low and gravelly, he finally speaks. 

“Grab your god damned vibrator, sweetheart.”

to answer your 💌 my writing process is a little all over the place! i used to write mostly linearly, that was what worked for me and i kind of thought of everything in order. but lately i have been doing a bit more doc hopping when i get stuck. maybe writing a later scene that i have ideas for and feel like it's more fleshed out or going back and polishing older paragraphs and such. i definitely am not a big outliner and plotter, which i'd like to get better about! but mostly everything just lives in my head and gets blobbed onto the doc once i have time to write it, which sometimes leaves things forgotten hehe

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[gothamhappiness]

haiiii i really like your writing and i was wondering if i could request a fic for the batfam and a he/they reader who has chronic pain and is going through a pretty not fun flare up and feels bad bc they haven't been able to patrol or help the others for a while, and can you make it really comforting

-🔆🦈(so i can find this later)

Hi sweetie, thank you for this request! I tried my best for it to be a gentle and comforting short oneshot.

This is my first platonic!batfamilly story, it was really fun to write. Hope you'll enjoy too!

FRIENDS ARE THE BEST PAINKILLERS (GN!reader x platonic!batfamilly)

Warnings: no proof reading, chronically ill!reader, reader!vigilante, mentions of pain, self pity and guilt, fluff and comfort

You wish the pain would go away now. 

You wish your body and mind would work together, instead of fighting each other. Weren’t they supposed to play on the same team?

Speaking of a team, you were watching the news. The Batfamily was all out tonight as some villains escaped Arkham. You were worried about them. You knew they were well trained people, but anything could happen to them.

And more than anything you were feeling guilty because you couldn't help them for another emergency. You were supposed to be one of them, you were supposed to be a vigilante too, and yet you couldn’t count how many patrols you skipped by then. 

You hated yourself for not being able to help. You couldn’t wait for the chronic pain to go away so you would be back on the field. You promised yourself you would work twice as hard to compensate. Yeah, you needed to prove to everyone that you were still worth it, that you were still part of the team.

You kept watching the news, your eyes glued to your phone.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the Batfamily brought everyone back to Arkham after a couple of hours.

You were proud of your people. You knew they were the best, and once again they showed it. 

Without thinking about it, you opened the group chat you had with them. You hadn’t sent messages in there for days now, too ashamed to reply. You wanted them to forget about you. But at the same time you missed your friends. 

“Hey guys, great job tonight! Hopefully I'll be by your side next time you'll need help” you sent while biting on your lips. 

You were such a loser, you thought. They clearly didn't need your help. You were about to put your phone down when you received a notification from Dick

“That would be great! We've been missing you. And you're truly the only one who appreciate my jokes here” you smiled as you read the messages

“Where have you been?” Jason asked you as he was away with Artemis and Bizarro when your illness had resurfaced again

“Home. Chronic pain and all. Life sucks” you replied

“It's okay, don't beat yourself up and come back when you'll be ready” Bruce sent you and you had to admit you had to read over and over again his message, feeling giddy.

Batman wasn't often messaging you, especially such encouraging words. You felt warmth blossoming inside your chest.

“Thanks a lot” you could only typed away

“You hungry? We were about to go to Batburgers. We could eat over at your place if you're not too tired?” Stephanie offered and it made you smile even more.

“I'd love that” you instantly replied

You told them what you would like and then waited for them. 

You slowly but surely clean up a little bit around even if it wasn't something they wouldn't have seen at their own place before. But you wanted them to feel good in your home, like you were feeling good around them.

A few instants later, you heard laughter echoing in your building corridors and you went to open the door. It was smelling fried food and it was also bringing you quite a lot of comfort. It might be a better night than you anticipated. 

When you saw them, you felt so grateful to have them.

Cassandra was the first one to reach for you and she gently hugged you, careful not to hurt you. You hugged her back before greeting everyone else. They all softly hugged you or embraced your shoulders. You leaned down to peck at Barbara’s cheek as she also came. The only one missing was Bruce but you didn’t really think he would be part of the improvised party. 

Tim, Jason and Damian started to gather seats around your table that was way too small for that many people, but as always, you all found a way to make room for everyone. 

Soon enough you were eating fries and chuckling at Jason's annoying remarks thrown at Dick. Barbara made a sarcastic comment about Tim who huffed and turned towards you.

“You’re gonna let her talk to me like that under your roof?” He asked you and you tried not to smile at that

“Yeah, no. Barbara, please stop. Can't you attack someone of your size for once?” you said to which Jason and Stephanie loudly laughed as Damian grinned

“Hey, Y/N” Tim huffed, faking offense “I thought you were on my side” 

“Oh no, I'm always on the side of the strongest” you shrugged “And Babs can too easily kick my ass or fry my phone, so yeah sticking by her side” you replied

“Smart move” Barbara hummed in approval

You continued to chat around, realising that for once the pain was bearable. Maybe it was because you were surrounded by people who loved you and made you happy. Cassandra put a hand on yours so your attention would be on her.

“You good?” She signed to you and you shrugged

“Right now yes, but this was truly a bad flare up and I don’t see the end of it” you admitted

“I'm sorry about that. We should have come over sooner” she said and you shook your head

“You guys are busy, it's okay” you smiled

“L/N have you eaten enough lately? You seem like you haven't got all your much needed nutritions" Damian's voice interrupted your discussion with Cassandra. 

You arched an eyebrow at that, surprised the grumpy boy seemed to care about you.

“Oh well, it's true I haven't been the best with food lately” you sheepishly admitted and Stephanie gently stroked your arm to comfort you. “But it's okay” you quickly added as everyone’s attention was now on you, and it was making you feel a little bit shy.

“Of course it is not. A warrior needs food to properly function. I will ask Alfred to cook for you and to send you the meals” Damian said and you had to admit you were half embarrassed, half exploding with joy to be under everyone's care.

“You don't have to bother him for me” you tried to refuse but Damian tutted you

“Nonsense”

“Good idea, Dami!” Dick nodded “it's true you need food and we'll deliver it to you so we'll be sure you'll eat it all” he added

“I take the first delivery” Jason said and instantly everyone started to argue over it. 

You leaned onto your seat and smiled to yourself. 

Life wasn’t that bad after all.

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[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Pokemon collection (pt. 7)"

Or "something made a hole in my backyard pt.7"

Shadow The Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

Notes: Happy Valentine's day!! If you're feeling nice leave a comment, they are hugely appreciated!

Part 6

Fainting was a weird sensation. It´s like when you stood up really fast and you get dizzy, except instead of going away the dizzines just makes you fall to the ground and hit your head.

It was the waking up part that was higly confusing. Mainly because the first thing you saw was a yellow-orangey creature.

"AHHHHH" Yeah, probably the whole neighborhood heard you scream.

And then you heard multiple voices at the same time from which what you understod was: "Hey, there´s no need to scream" from what sounded like a child, "You´re not dead!" from an older child, "This one is weird, she is silent and then loud" that sounded like a grown ass adult. And there was also Ozzy barking.

"Okay everybody, move aside, give her some space" Now that voice you did recognize, that was your aunt Maddie.

Only when she sat next to you did you register that you were laying in the couch. How long had it been?

"Hey sweetie" She started as she gently laid her hand on your arm as though you were a scared animal that would run off at any moment. "I´m sorry this all came as a surprise to you, we didn´t mean to..."

"I´M BACK, WHO SCREAMED?" Tom interrupted her as he appeared out of nowhere, or maybe he had come from upstairs, you didn´t know, you were sooo confused.

"What happened? And why is there a blue hedghog here?"

"We were going to tell you, but then you showed up with Shadow and we didn´t want to..." Once again your aunt was interrupted.

"Hi! I´m Sonic! Your super awesome cousin you didn´t know you had" The hedgehog practically screamed on your face.

"I´m sorry, did you just say cousin?" You asked at him, but you didn´t even let him speak as you turned towards your uncle "Is this why you said kids? Are these... things..."

"Rude" Said, well, Sonic, you guessed.

"...Your kids? And you didn´t tell me?" You couldn´t quite tell if you were feeling offended or confused, there was a sort of thightness on your chest, as if you were hugely overlooking a very important detail.

"Why did you not tell me? And why are there so many of them? What, do you collect them like fucking pokemons or something?" Now you did know what you were feeling.

Angry, hot with anger. You could feel it in every vein on your body, your eyes couldn´t focus on anything, until you found a victim, still sitting right at your side.

"I asked you for help! I thought he was dying and you didn´t even think about telling me that you had seen others like him?!" you screamed at your aunt Maddie as you got up from the couch.

"I didn´t know what to do, he is dangerous!" She quipped right back.

"That´s not your call to make, I would have handled it if you had said something" that was probably one of the first times in your life you had disagreed with your aunt.

Shadow wasn´t dangerous. Sure, he was hurt and he didn´t really trust you, but that didn´t make him dangerous.

"HE TRIED TO KILL TOM!"

...

...

"What?"

Your voice had came out so low you weren´t sure the words had actually left your mouth at all.

"He did, that´s why he has a broken arm" Maddie explained as she grabbed your hands on hers.

"But he´s not bad..."

"He has the ability to be..." she stated as if it was an unmistakable truth.

"Maddie that´s enough, we talked about this" Finally Tom approached the two of you, he put his working arm in between you and stared sternly at his wife. Yet she kept looking at you in your eyes.

"But it doesn´t matter anymore, he´s gone" She tried to smile reassuringly.

"What?" Suddenly the hold on your hands felt restrictive "What do you mean? What did you do?!" you ripped your hands of of hers.

"I-I, nothing, I didn´t do nothing, he was gone when I went looking for you" She seemed shocked at your harsh reaction.

Dread filled your entire body, it had drenched you in an awful way, freezing you from head to toes. A sound left your lips, it wasn´t quite a word, more like a strained gasp.

And the you ran.

You didn´t hear your aunt calling for you as you left the house, or the little yellow fox asking "What is going on?", all you could be aware of was the blood pumping through your legs and your heart beating wildly in your chest. There was a ringing in your ears too, that damned type of ringing that appears when the world is too quiet.

The run to your house felt awfully longer than the walk you had taken that morning, and once you finally arrived your brain was working too fast, trying to focus on everything at once.

From afar the house had looked normal, but the door was open, the lock busted. Your heart had left your chest altogether and was then beating on your throat.

You walked in slowly, the speed you had taken on the run dead as you had stepped on the welcome mat. A voice came from the living room, so you went there first.

The wooden floor creaked with every step you took, and anticipation built in your chest. But there was no one there, only the TV on, broadcasting a Mexican novela.

With every second you gained speed as you ran all the way to the bedroom you were staying in, the one Shadow had taken as his own while he healed.

The bed was neatly done and everything was on place, except the window, which was wide open

"SHADOW! SHADOW WERE ARE YOU?!" you screamed through the window, looking for signs of him on the backyard.

Something warm dripped onto your hand, and, as you touched your face trying to figure out were the liquid had came from, you felt traces of tears painting your cheeks.

You kept calling out his name as you searched around the house, your voice growing weaker and more broken as you didn't find him.

Finally you reached the living room once again, and you collapsed on the couch. You tried to hold your hands together so that they wouldn't shake.

A creak sounded from the window behind you; you turned around.

There he was standing, looking straight at your eyes with his usual frown. He exchanged looks with you for a few seconds and when you finally moved he was too confused as to move.

You jumped over the couch and hugged him. The hard floor digged onto your knees and your body felt tired, but he was alright which was what mattered.

"Where where you?" You questioned him.

"A woman came by, I did what you told me, I hid". His frown looked almost concerned then, as if he was worried he had done something wrong.

"Yes, you did well" You laughed and broke the hug, choosing to keep your hands on his shoulders instead "Maybe a little too well".

"I'm..."

"The ultimate life form? Yeah, yeah, I know"

"No, I'm... Sorry, that I worried you" he stared at the ground.

You almost choked on a sob at his words.

"It's okay, I was just worried you were hurt, there's nothing to apologize for sweetie" you explained as you held his face in your hands.

What a twist your life had taken.

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[annoyinglilbro]

Okay so hear me out but…

big brother gets a boyfriend so stops fucking little brother. so little brother gets revenge by fucking middle brother and big brother gets all jealous.

I dunno if this is something really but it could be 🤷 plus middle brother representation makes me happy cause i can never pick if i wanna be big bro or lil bro.

- 🐀 (not sure if i’ll send more asks but i like rats and want u to know when it’s weird middle bro popping up lol)

It’s been a week. His brother hasn’t touched him in a week, no kisses, no hugs, no making him cum. It’s bullshit. All he does is talk about his dumb boyfriend who he’s always with now. It’s not fair. But it’s fine, because he has more than one older brother.

The middle child is so different than his older brother, more closed off and keeps in his room. They don’t have a particularly close bond, but neither did he and his big brother before they started fucking. And he has practice now, he knows how to get what he wants.

His brother is closed off in his room again, the muffled sound of music and a video game sound through the door. Little brother is wearing one of his shirts, too big and hangs off exposing his collar bones, and nothing else. It’s long enough to reach his thighs. He knocks on the door.

There’s shuffling for a few minutes and when his brother pushes open the door he’s met with the sight of his baby brother, sniffling and teary eyed.

“Can I hangout in here please?”

His brother nods, confused and concerned he’s ushers his little brother into the room. They sit on the bed, little brother sniffling and wiping his eyes. His brother is hesistant when he pulls him into a hug.

“Hey little dude, what’s going on? You don’t usually come to me…is bro home?”

“No! He’s never home anymore. He’s always with his boyfriend, he doesn’t wanna hangout with me anymore.”

“Oh dude no, he’s just in a relationship. I’m sure he’ll make time for you soon. You can hangout with me if you want? I know I’m not as cool as him but uh I can turn on two player for us?”

He stares up at his brother through wet lashes, poking out his little pink lip.

“Yeah? That’s so nice of you. Can I sit in your lap while we play?”

His brother eyes him, starring at his thighs.

“Do…do you have underwear on?”

Little brother who grins, laying back in his brothers bed and spreading his legs. His pretty little cunt is on display, wet and glistening. He’s frozen in place, watching his little brother move his fingers between the slick folds and spreading himself open.

“Big brother it hurts. So so much. Won’t you help me? Please?”

His cock is straining in his basket ball shorts. His baby brother has never called him anything other than annoying, he didn’t think being called big brother would have the effect on him. Still, his little brother is begging him to take the ache away and he can’t deny him.

He’s much gentler than their older brother is. He spends time licking and sucking at his little brothers tdick, spends time slowly spreading him open on his fingers and kissing his thighs anytime he whines. Hes sweet, offering words of encouragement and praise. His little brother feeds into the act, whimpering when the stretch is too much and his brothers cock is finally filling him up.

“Unfff s’full, I feel it in my belly big bro!” He whines, tears trailing down from the corners of his eyes and his brother leans down to kiss them away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you. I’ll go slow okay?”

And he does. He takes his time, moves in slow long motions and plays with his dick while he does. It’s so different from what he’s used to. They’re both so lost in it they don’t even realize somebody else is in the room until they clear their throat.

Their older brother is in the door way, shaking his head and watching them.

“Little fucking slut. Had to go for our brother, huh? You’re pathetic.” He’s walking over the bed now, taking his seat next to his little brothers head. “You’re being way too gentle with the brat. He didn’t need all that prep, you know. Slut like him? He wants it to hurt. Whiney little bitch is buttering you up.”

The second eldest swallows, cock still buried deep inside his little brother, who’s looking up at him with a pout.

“Do you see how mean he is to me? You’re a much better big brother. He’s so mean all the time, he doesn’t stretch me like you do.”

“You two…are fucking?” He’s trying to process it.

“I know buddy, he made you think you were special. Came to you with those teary eyes, didn’t he? It’s okay. You didn’t know our baby brother was a desperate slut.”

Big brothers hands are on him now, he slaps the outside of his thigh making him tighten around his other brothers cock.

“Whore like this doesn’t need you to be nice to him. Hold your fucking legs up for him, you’ve made him do enough, brat.”

Little brother who whines but listens, pulling his legs to his chest and holding them there.

“That’s better. You’re a big brother, you don’t have to do any extra work. He’s lucky he’s got your cock. Now fuck him, make him really cry.”

Middle brother nods, fucking into his little brother rougher than he was before. Watching the way his eyes roll and the loving every little “ah ah ah” that falls out of his lying little mouth.

“Big brotherrr please ahh you’re too deep!”

Middle brother pauses, glancing to his older brother who rolls his eyes and slaps their little brothers face.

“He is being so gentle with you, fucking cry baby. I swear he fakes being hurt for sympathy.”

“Do not!”

“Quiet! Nobody is talking to you.” Big brother who slips his sweatpants down, slapping his heavy cock on his little brothers face and squishing it between his lips. “Ignore him. I fuck him rougher than this. He’s doing it for attention. C’mon bro, he can handle it trust me. Fuck him.”

His brothers cock in their little brothers mouth makes him throb. He didn’t know their little brother could look like this. Didn’t know he could sound like this, feel like this. His big brothers hand trails down the soft stomach and to the pink bundle of nerves, pinching it in his fingers and making him cry out around his cock. He doesn’t struggle to get away, doesn’t fight to get away from them, no he clenches around the cock stuffed inside his hole.

“He really is a slut…” middle brother mumbles more so to himself.

“I know. It was so wrong of him to do this, to try and make me jealous with you. C’mere, I’ll kiss it better for you.” His big brother is leaning over, pressing their lips together while they spear their little brother from both ends. They fuck him in rhythm, lips attached the entire time and when they cum it’s moments after one another. There’s a sweating panting mess when it’s done, covered in sweat and their little brother dripping cum.

Still he looks so proud of himself. Spread out on his brothers bed, smiling like the spoiled brat he is.

“Good job, got your way again. Fucking prick.”

His older brother is pulling them both to his chest, one on each arm. It’s strange to suddenly be so included, but when his brother kisses the top of his head he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Maybe they’ll hang out more often after this.

[feyhunter78]

Valentine's Day Fratboy!Miguel

Art cred: @/viva_sl o𝗇 Twitter

Description: It's your first Valentine's Day with Miguel, and he goes a little overboard.

First Fratboy!Miguel Fic here

You stare dumbfounded at the open black crushed velvet box in your hands, a large blue diamond encircled by smaller white diamonds on a silver chain nestled within. “Is this…?”

“The Heart of the Ocean? Yeah, pretty romantic, right?” Miguel says, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he leans back against your couch, his arms folded behind his head.

“Please tell me this isn’t real.” You say, panic coloring your tone.

His brows furrow, the smile sliding off his face. “I mean it’s lab grown, and my dad knows a guy, so I got a killer discount, and it’s not as many carets as the one in the movie, but it’s still real, ya know?”

Your brain stops going through twenty-seven different modes of panic thinking he spent millions of dollars on you, and finally you can breathe. Just in time for Miguel to panic.

“If you don’t like it, I can get something else, there were a ton of different necklaces, I actually had this idea to make my own, but Kron said that was beta behavior and would turn you off, so I—”

“I like it, I do, really, I was just shocked.” You tell him, closing the box and setting it on your coffee table, next to the bouquet the size of your torso. A heart shaped box of chocolates, and a pure white teddy bear holding a red heart that read Be Mine, also on the tabletop.

“But in a good way, right?” He asks, glancing nervously between the gifts and you.

You smile fondly and take his hand in yours, his Rolex catching the light coming from the heart-shaped fairy lights hung on the wall above the couch. “Have you ever celebrated Valentine’s with someone before?”

“I’ve always managed to get out of Valentine’s Day, never really wanted to do all the mushy stuff.” He says sheepishly.

“That makes sense.” You giggle, looking over at the cliché pile of gifts on your table.

Hurt ripples across his face. “You hate them, got it, y/n, I’m serious, just give me twenty minutes I can make this up to you.” He says, getting up from the couch, his hand slipping from yours as he searches for his car keys.

“Wait, Miguel, hold on a second.” You call, getting up too, and following him to the door of your apartment, your steps muffled by the Valentine’s themed fuzzy socks on your feet.

He turns, an apprehensive expression on his face, his hand on the doorknob. “Just text me what you want, I’ll go get it.”

You wrap your arms around his stupidly impressive arm, his muscles emphasized by the black long sleeve dry-fit shirt he’s wearing, and tug him away from the door. “You. I just want to hang out with you. I haven’t even gotten to give you your gift yet.”

His eyebrows shoot up, and he follows you semi-willingly, retaking his seat on the couch.

“Okay, just wait here, it’s in my room.” You tell him, leaving him in your living room as you enter your room and shut the door behind you.

With the door shut, the world suddenly quiet, your nerves set in. What if he thinks your gift is stupid or cheesy? It’s your first Valentine’s Day together, you didn’t think he’d go so overboard! You pick the neatly wrapped gift up from your desk and contemplate changing into something prettier, hotter, sexier? You don’t really have lingerie, but you could definitely put on a black bra and matching underwear, that’s hot, right? Letting out a stressed groan, you toss the gift onto your bed and change quickly, cursing yourself all the while. Why didn’t you buy something cute? Miguel dates sorority girls, super hot, super fashionable and cool sorority girls like Kelsey and Emma from your Victorian Literature class. Why didn’t you ask them what to get him, or what to wear? They’re nice, they hang out with you at frat parties when Miguel is busy, they definitely would’ve helped you pick something out.

You look at yourself in the mirror, yeah you look good, but you’ve seen his ex-girlfriend Ava, she’s gorgeous, and has a killer body, next to her, you look frumpy and decidedly unsexy. You bite your lips and pull your clothes back on, pointedly ignoring the mirror. Now was not the time to get self-conscious, you could cry later when Miguel leaves.

Holding his present against your chest, you take a deep breath, and step into the hallway leading to the living room. The music you put on is still playing softly, the fairy lights are still on, the decorations are still cute, the cupcakes you made still look perfect, okay you can do this.

You reenter the living room to find Miguel completely naked with the box of chocolates covering his…intimate area. You don’t mean to scream, it’s not even the first time you’ve seen him naked, but it catches you so off guard, the startled sound just slips out, and you drop his gift, your hands flying up to cover your eyes. “Miguel, what the—why are you naked?”

“Why aren’t you? You said you had my gift in your room.” He says, and even though you can’t see him, you know he’s blushing head to toe.

“Yeah, it was on my desk, I had to grab it.” You explain, keeping one hand up to shield your eyes as you bend down to pick his gift back up.

You can hear the rustling of clothes as Miguel redresses, and you wait until he clears his throat to remove your hand. He’s smiling awkwardly at you, fully clothed, his hair a bit ruffled. “Sorry about that, usually that’s my gift, birthdays, Christmas, Valentine’s, you name it.”

You laugh nervously, all confidence gone, and force yourself to walk over and join him on the couch. Definitely should’ve bought cute lingerie, hopefully the black pairing will be enough. “No, no, you’re good. I can see how that would be confusing, me going in my room and shutting the door and all that.”

He’s still blushing, but he zeros in on the gift in your hand. “That for me?”

You all but shove it at him. “It’s dumb, but I thought you might like it, and if you don’t, you won’t hurt my feelings or anything.” Complete and utter lie, you’re pretty sure if he doesn’t like it, you’re going to burst into tears right in front of him.

“I’m sure it’ll be great, as long as it isn’t like a portrait of Dantell or something.” He jokes as he unwraps the gift, revealing the deep blue muscle shirt that reads Nueva York ENG Dept Boyfriend in Garmond style font across the front. As he pulled it out, two tickets fluttered from the folds and into his lap.

“It’s kinda stupid and silly, but Haley made one for her boyfriend and I just thought it might be cute for like around the KA house, or the gym or—you don’t have to wear it at the gym, or the house if you don’t want to, you can do whatever you want with it.” You explain, overexplain probably, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. “And the tickets are for this after-hours tour of the fine art museum downtown. It’s super private, and you get to speak with the curator, and get a little souvenir. I just thought maybe you’d want to do that, since I know you like art, and you’re really interested in the history. I’ll stop talking now.…”

Miguel is silent, staring down at the shirt and the tickets, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest.

You toy with the fringe of the throw blanket on your couch, waiting for him to say something.

“Y/N this is…”

“Cheesy and stupid, I know, I’m sorry.” You say, covering your face with your hands, trying to ignore the urge to throw yourself from your balcony.

He pulls your hands away and kisses you, hard. Hands cupping your face, sliding into your hair, his movements heated and insistent as he pulls you closer, practically devouring you, tongue and teeth clashing with yours. The taste of red velvet from the cupcakes you baked melding with something that is so uniquely Miguel. He pushes you down onto the couch, his ridiculously jacked body covering your own, dwarfing you, his forearms bracketing your head as his lips still on yours, and your head spins. Kissing Miguel is a trip, not that you’ve ever used hallucinogens, but every time he kisses you, you imagine it must be what a really good trip feels like. Especially when he breaks the kiss, and looks down at you with pupils blown wide, and pure adoration practically spilling from his warm brown irises.

“I love it, I love you, fuck I can’t even explain how much this—no one has ever—” he shakes his head smiling brighter than the sun, his curls falling into his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You reply breathlessly, heart racing in your chest, your face flushed, your lips tingling. Did he just say he loved you?

Miguel dips his head back down, reconnecting your lips, one hand ghosting down your side to grip your thigh and wrap your leg around his lower back. “I’ll get you a better gift, like you got me, but first let me show you how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

“Miguel, you really don’t have to.” You tell him, though you have no idea where you’re ever going to wear a giant ass diamond.

“Oh, but I want to dulzura, I really, really do.” He says, removing your clothes faster than you can blink, and pressing himself against your black cloth covered core with an appreciative groan, eyeing you like he’s a dying man and you’re his last meal. “You have no idea how grateful I am.”

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[semihearts]

Undercover

— Reader who is a disguised cop in the Squid Game and join it as a player.

— Dae-ho who tries to impress reader with his “courage” but instead he’s the one who gets surprised.

Pairing: Dae-ho x reader

Author’s note: Hi! This is my first post, hope you like it and sorry if there’s any typos! Feel free to give your opinion and suggestions for more fics ⁺⠀⠀.⠀

- In the beginning of the games you already knew that you had to stick with player 456, who already won the games before. You’ve seen him multiple times at the police station, reporting some deadly child games. No one ever believed him, only you, and that’s how you not only investigated the games, but literally joined it.

- Everyone was starting to make teams and alliances, and you thought that getting in Gi-hun’s would be difficult, you couldn’t just ask to join them or something. But as you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around, you saw him.

- Player 388, who introduced himself as Dae-ho, was looking for one more person to join their team, and you seemed to be the best option for the last spot!! ( he just thought you were cute ).

- What he didn’t expect was that you were actually one of the bravest person of the team ( dae-ho was almost pissing on his pants during mingle!) At least he could feel your hands in his when both his legs stopped working and you had to drag him to a room.

- Dae-ho would always tell you stories about the marine ( some of them weren’t completely true..) and you had to lie about your life out of the games, pretending that you were just some ordinary person with an ordinary job and whatever.

- He actually cared for you, you could feel it, and all his attempts to protect you made your heart start liking him more.

- You helped Hyun-ju with their plan to end the games for good creating strategies and, when the time came, you did pretty good at knocking those guards off. Oh and you also volunteered to go with them to find who’s behind the games.

- But Dae-ho only comprehended: You + gun + guards who also have guns = ??? And also, how did you fight them so well… that wasn’t cute at all!! He tried stopping you from joining them but it was of no use.

- When he was about to tell you how dangerous a gun was and that you could get hurt, there you were, with a MP5A3 in hands teaching the others how to use it.

- During the mission, he saw you, giving everyone orders, covering for Hyun-ju and taking the lead when needed ( that also wasn’t cute at all ).

- When Dae-ho took so long to come back with more ammo you immediately went looking for him, worried that something happened on his way to the players’s room. He was hidden in a corner, almost crying, and it only took your hand on his for him to tell you everything. That he didn’t really wanted to be part of the marine and he got lots of trauma because of it, and that he was scared as hell in that moment.

- You didn’t know what to say, I mean, yeah you kinda expected him to not be the ‘'oh so tuff’’ marine soldier he tried to be, but you can’t say that hearing such a confession was in your mind. So the only thing you could think of, was telling him your truth now.

- ‘’Dae-ho I… the reason I am here, the true one, is to stop these games, it doesn’t matter who I really am now, and I’m sorry that I lied to you, but my objective since I got here is to stop all this killing. And right now, I need your help, please.

- ‘’ I’m sorry I can’t’’- he said while burying his face in his hands “I’m just stupid, God! I wish I could help you, be brave for you, I’m just a idiot in debt who pretends to be someone else to impress a girl”.

- You remove his face of his hands and hold them. “hey, you impressed me when I saw you getting out of your way more than once to try to save me. That was braver that any other story about the marine or whatever, you have a protective side for your loved ones that is rare to find. Now, we are in the middle of a gunshot there and Hyun-ju really needs our help, and I need yours, would you come with me?”.

- Born again, you could see determination in his eyes, getting up and taking the ammo, he wanted to deliver them as fast as he could, of course he wanted to help and destroy the games, but honestly that was just the aftermath. The truth is, he enjoyed the feeling of being needed by you, the fact that you specifically wanted his help, and he wanted to show you that you could always count on him.

[bammthebandit]

Hallway Crush!Ino who is slumped over an overcrowded desk in his dorm after class. He'd rushed back to his dorm building in hopes of getting a few more minutes of sleep before heading off to his internship. When he initially applied for it, he was over the moon and absolutely ecstatic. But as of late, it's been more of a burden than anything.

Hallway Crush!Ino who has spent the last two weeks trying to juggle studying for his midterms, classes that required mandatory attendance, and working eight-hour shifts for his internship. Safe to assume it's taken a toll on both his body and his grades. He'd hardly studied for his statistics midterm, which was arguably the most difficult out of the four he would be taking that month. It was all stressing him out more than he'd like to admit.

Hallway Crush!Ino who slowly rises from his desk and makes his way to the bathroom. He should be getting ready to head out about now, but his phone vibrates in his pocket before he can switch the restroom light on. "New Message"

Hallway Crush!Ino who scratches the back of his neck in confusion before clicking the notification

“Hey Ino, this is ୨୧ from your statistics class. I think I have something that belongs to you”

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Hallway Crush!Ino who is even more confused now, quickly switches on the light of his bathroom and looks in the mirror. He really had left his beanie. How could he not notice? The familiar weight that was usually atop his head was nowhere to be found. He's quick to open his phone and type a reply.

"hey ୨୧ , yeah that is mine

i appreciate you for grabbing it for me,

is there any way you'd be down to meet up now so i can grab it from you?"

Hallway Crush!Ino who hurriedly gets dressed for his internship. If he's lucky you'll reply fast enough for him to grab his beanie before he has to clock in. Although he doubts you'd have the time. Maybe he could just see if you'd be available tomorrow. Or maybe he should just wait until class on Tues-

*ding*

Hallway Crush!Ino whose phone goes off before he can even finish that thought.

"yeah ofc!

I figured you'd want it back asap

just lmk where you'd like to meet up so you can grab it :)"

Hallway Crsuh!Ino who thinks you might just be an angel for that offer. Breathing a sigh of relief, he puts his shoes on and grabs his keys.

"you're a life saver

could you meet me outside of the welding building in 10?"

"bet

I'm not far from there so I'll head there now

see u soon"

Hallway Crush!Ino who arrives 10 minutes later just as he said he would and finds you sitting on one of the benches in front of the welding building. You stand from your seat as he approaches and offer a small smile.

"And here I thought you'd be the type to take care of his valuables."

He chuckles a bit at that. "I swear I normally am, I've just been out of it lately"

You offer him a reassuring smile as you hand the beanie over. "I'm sorry to hear that, just remember to take care of yourself okay. If there's anything else I can do just let me know. "

He takes the beanie with a relieved sigh. "I appreciate that...I really do. But since you offered, do uh- do you think you'd be able to study with me a bit this weekend? I know we're in statistics together so I figured it couldn't hurt to ask."

The shock must have shown on your face because he's immediately scrambling after. He looks down at his watch in embarrassment. "I mean you can say no if you want! I promise I'm not trying to use you for your notes or anything! I've just been so busy that I haven't been able to properly study like I usually do, and you look like you know what's going on in class so I figured you know maybe we could work together since I have a bit of free time this weekend. But if you don't want to that's completely-"

"No no it's not that! I'm sorry I'm making you late, aren't I? But I'd love to! It's just that we haven't really spoken much before, so I guess I was just shocked. Sorry if that was weird but I swear I'm down." At this point, you're just rambling. But he really had caught you off guard, for a second you couldn't decipher if this was one of your daydreams or reality.

Hallway Crush!Ino who gets the biggest toothy smile on his face after you agree. "Well alright then, and don't worry about it, I have at least another 5 minutes to spare. And hey, maybe we can grab lunch before too. You know as a thank you for my beanie." He's doing it again, scratching at the hair of his nape, only this time he doesn't really look stressed. In fact, he seems more than happy, so much so that you have a big smile of your own on your face.

"I'd love that."

Hallway Crush!Ino who cheeses as he puts his beanie back on. Finally in its rightful place atop his head covering his soft shaggy hair. "Great...well um I have to go now. But I'll text you later for details yeah?"

Hallway Crush!Ino who is unknowingly biting his lip as he smiles and who is unknowingly driving you absolutely insane. A hand on his nape and the other waving at you as he begins to walk away. "yeah of course" you call out as you walk away yourself.

Hallway Crush!Ino who finally disappears inside the welding building, an absolute giddy mess. Who is actually already 5 minutes late now, but he couldn't let you know that now could he?

Part one

Authors Note:

There's no way people actually liked the first oneeee🥹

Thank you all so much for the looovveee, I have literally been jumping for joy since I posted the first one! Again all of this is done without any proper preparation, so this is just me winging it! Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, and I apologize if the format is weird. I’m still trying to get the hang of this.

If you guys have any ideas as to what you wanna see from this please feel free to lmkkkk, I like hearing everyone else lise interpretations of this!

INO NATION RIISSSEEEE

anyways love love looovveeee

-bammbo 🧸

[squishygirl46]

Hi everyone, this is a story about my deepest fantasies and dreams. It will be written about me Let me know if you like it. Part one: the beginning.

God, I don't know where I am, some man left a camera in the room and said I had to speak my mind on it or I would be killed. The last thing I remember is leaving the house to go to the store. Now I'm here and I don't know what's going on, I'm so scared….. There's only one dim lamp in this room, a big bed, a toilet, a speaker on the wall and a door. I'm probably going to be killed or raped, I don't know, I'm so scared. Suddenly a masked man came into the room, carrying a scale and a camera.

- Hi said: Get on the scale and take off your clothes. I obediently did everything he ordered. Completely naked I stood on the scale which said 45 kilograms(99 pounds). -You're skinny, now stand against the wall and turn sideways. I went to the wall and turned around, then he told me to stand in front of him and he was taking pictures. What a shame… But I can't help it, I'm so scared. After this strange photo shoot and weighing, the man left. I don't know how much time had passed, but I was very hungry. Luckily the man came back soon and brought a huge tray of food on a gurney. Fried chicken, potatoes, meat pies, pancakes, brownies and cake. There were also several bottles of soda and some pills.

-Whoa, why so much food, I can't eat that much. -No one's asking you. He told me to take two pills and a soda. After I drank them he left and closed the door behind him. I started eating and as usual I got full very quickly, literally after a couple wings my little tummy was full and I laid down to rest and fell asleep, I don't know how long I slept but after I woke up the food was still there and I was very very very hungry…. I started eating again. A few wings, then a brownie, washed it all down with soda, then wings again, then potatoes and then soda again… I could feel my stomach filling up, but the hunger didn't go away, and only after 30 minutes of eating and stopped for breath…. -Oh, God, what was that just now? -Ufff. I mumbled. I looked at the tray, it was covered in leftovers. I put my head down and saw that my stomach was protruding very much, as if I had been inflated like a car tire…. And it was so hard. I was very thin and this protuberance really stood out. I laid back on the bed and dozed off….. When I woke up, the tray was gone, but on the wall were my pictures and a graph with my weight written on it. God, what does that mean, am I being fattened up? I've always worked hard on my figure, I don't want to be fat, I need to exercise to burn off the calories from that gluttony. I got out of bed and started doing exercises, 50 squats, 10 push-ups and 50 abs, then I rested and did them again.

-Fuuuuh, now we can have a little snack, as long as we don't eat too much. Right after these words, this man came in again with a tray, this time there were mountains of fast food, 5 big burgers, a bucket of fries, wings, nuggets, and 2 bottles of coke. -Oh my god, I'm not allowed to eat that, I've always avoided fast food in my life-. But the man silently handed me two pills. -No, I won't take them, they make me unable to stop eating! In response to these words, he just took them and put them in my mouth, then clamped my nose and poured cola into my mouth, I had to swallow them…. -Good appetite- he said and left. I decided that a little fast food wouldn't hurt my figure, especially if I kept doing exercises, or even more exercises, yes, it wouldn't hurt. I took the smallest burger I could find and took a bite. -God, this is so good,” I said with my mouth full. And a wave of warmth spread through my body. -Yeah, one burger wouldn't hurt me. -Yeah. But I couldn't stop at one, as soon as I finished it I took a Coke to drink, I thought I'd just drink a little bit, but I started gulping it down greedily, like I hadn't had a drink in a year. I only stopped when I had half a bottle. Right after that, I went on a food binge. A burger, another one, fries, nuggets, all dipped in sauce and swallowed before I could chew. After 30 minutes of such piggishness, I felt nauseous and almost threw up. I decided to lie down and rest.

-I ate a ton of food again, my God, what am I turning into, but ok, I'll exercise some more and everything will be fine. I put my hand on my warm, bloated tummy and fell asleep. When I woke up I thought it would be a good idea to exercise. Like last time I got up and started squatting, but I stopped at 30 reps and sat on the bed…. The leftovers were beckoning me… -Okay, I've done enough, I can have a snack. I finished everything on the tray and went back to sleep… It went on like that for about two weeks

[benz12313]

Love's Surprise Pt. 1 - Ridoc x Reader

{Images are not my own}

Summary: You and Ridoc have been dating for months now, and he's been missing all day. What could he possibly have planned for your first Valentine's Day together?

Warnings: fluff, that's it - just fluff

Part 2/2 - 🌶️

Author's Note: This ended up being WAY longer than I meant it to, and I can't wait to upload part two, which will get spicy. I hope you like part one though!

Word Count: 3,466

My back hurt from flight maneuvers this morning as Draka had decided that today was the perfect day to spring a new move on me…without informing me that they were doing so. I nearly lost my seat, but with grit, determination, and a healthy amount of luck I was able to keep it. However, I ended up with what felt like a massive bruise on my back from the moment where I nearly lost it. 

Chores at 5am this morning kicked my ass too, scrubbing floors as penance for a prank that my loving boyfriend dragged me into last minute. How should I have known that he’d cooked up something particularly nasty for Dain to run into? I thought he’d been clinging to me as per usual. 

But no. He’d been using me as an alibi, and gotten me roped into his punishment with him. If he wasn’t so cute, apologizing and promising to make it up to me later, I might’ve been mad at him. Damn Ridoc and his puppy dog eyes, always sweet-talking the anger right out of me. 

Speaking of the man, he’d been suspiciously missing all day. No flight maneuvers. No battle brief. No history. The last time I’d seen him was right after we’d finished scrubbing. He’d given me a chaste kiss and apologized again before dragging Sawyer off with him to “prepare something”. What that something was? No clue. Sawyer was back by battle brief, with no Ridoc in tow. 

At this point I didn’t really care either. It’s Friday. I was done for the week, and I wanted nothing more than to shower. Let the water run over my tired and aching muscles, maybe curl up with a good book after, and then go in my dorm and hide from the world. Maybe go find Ridoc. But if I knew my boyfriend, he’d find me long before I could find him, and with the distance he had today, it wouldn’t be long until he was seeking me out. 

Was I worried about what he was up to? Slightly. Was I more worried that he was about to drag me into another of his masterful pranks? Definitely. 

“Hey! Y/N!” Violet’s voice rang down the hall and I turned to see her jogging to catch up, a bright grin on her face as she made it to my side. “Xaden said that package came in! You know, the one you had me order a few weeks ago?” She winked conspiratorially and I blank-faced. Package? What package again? 

“Huh?” I asked, and her eyes widened as she finally took in my form. Mud up to my shins. Leathers looking dirty and ragged, definitely needing a fresh wash. Scratches on my hands, and back slumping as I tried to take the pressure off it. My hair was definitely a mess, and I felt like I could barely keep my eyes open. 

“Damn Y/L/N, are you…alright?” She asked, biting her lip and worry washing over her. 

“Yeah, just penance chores and Draka being difficult during flight training.” I sighed. 

‘You need to be prepared Brave One,’Draka’s voice echoed in my head, ‘It is for both of our sakes. The Silver One and Tairn demand worthy riders to follow them into battle.’

'I know. I know.’ I relented mentally. ‘Why did I have to be bonded to the one dragon with a case of hero worship?’  She chuffed mentally, and I had to fight off a smirk. 

“Think she’ll let up on you?” Violet asked and I raised an eyebrow at her and let out a chuckle. 

“Would Tairn let up on you?” I asked and she laughed. 

“Touché.” She relented. “But the package, you know what day it is right?” 

“Ugh? Friday?” I asked, suddenly feeling stupid. What day was it?

“Wow I guess Ridoc didn’t need to worry after all.” She laughed, and then shook her head. “It’s Valentine’s Day Y/N.” 

My eyes widened in shock and then suddenly, I really did feel stupid. How could I have forgotten, when that’s all Ridoc had talked about for the last two weeks! “Shit!” I hissed, shaking my head. “You said it arrived? Where?” I looked her over, but surely the package wouldn’t fit in her small pack. 

“Dropped it off in your room.” She said grinning wide again. “Figured it’d be easiest to leave it there for later.” She winked and I laughed. 

“Thanks Vi, you’re the best. Seriously.” I said, and she smiled wide. “Speaking of my boyfriend though, where’s he been off to today?”

“Oh is the Princess finally realizing her boyfriend is missing is she?” Sawyer asked teasingly as he merged into our slow pace, heading towards the dorms. 

“Shut up, you don’t have nickname privileges Sawyer.” I teased. “But yeah, know where he is?” 

“No clue, he ditched me after I dared to…oh how did he say it? ‘Impose upon his creative vision.’ ” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I told him you’d like it if he gave you a damn rock, but he wasn’t convinced.”

“You know how he is with her.” Violet chided, and I shook my head.

“Like a damn puppy?” Sawyer asked. 

“No, like he’s in love with her!” Rhiannon quipped, and I laughed, despite my heart lurching at the words. The words that we definitely hadn’t said to each other yet. 

“You don’t even know who we’re talking about.” I grumbled and Rhi laughed. 

“Puppy? That blush on your face? It’s obvious we’re talking about Ridoc here, c’mon.” She laughed at the incredulous look on my face. “Dude follows you around like you’re a divine being and you’ll grant him some immortal gift. There’s no possible way we could be talking about anyone else.” 

“Fine. Have any of you, other than Sawyer, seen my boyfriend?” I asked. 

“No, but I would get cleaned up though, I think he planned to have it all done by six.” Rhiannon said, but Sawyer shook his head. 

“Seven. The ugh-“ He side-glanced me, “Well, it was a little more difficult than originally planned. And Aotrom decided to take matters into his own hands, or claws I guess.” Sawyer chuckled and my eyes narrowed. 

“What does Aotrom have to do with it?” I asked, and all three of them blanched. 

“Please don’t ask. He’ll be pissed if we let it slip. He’s been planning this since you guys got together.” We got together six months ago? Just before threshing?! Sawyer groaned. “And he’ll blame it on me.”

“Because you’re the only one who was supposed to know, but then you came blabbing to us!” Violet teased and Sawyer groaned again. 

“Just…please don’t ask.” Sawyer begged and I laughed. 

“Whatever, I’m gonna go get ready for my date? I guess?” I said and they all nodded. 

“Date works.” They agreed, and I nodded, lifting my hand as a goodbye as I turned to enter my room. Closing the door behind me, I immediately saw the brown parcel containing the items I’d ordered and smiled. While some would have to wait for later, there were things I could definitely use right now. 

A few hours later and I was once again sitting in my room, waiting for Ridoc, who still had yet to show. Yet, not an ounce of me was worried, because it’s Ridoc. He’s probably the only person on this entire campus that I trust with 100% of my everything. The man could take my hand, tell me to jump off a cliff with him and all he would have to do to convince me would be to ask me to trust him. And I would. Gods, I really would. 

A sudden urgent knocking, or rather, pounding at the door dragged me from my thoughts, and I jumped up to get the door. I’d barely taken in the sight of Ridoc (his hair an absolute mess, what little exposed skin that was showing was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and he was shaking), when he pulled me into the hallway and into his arms, squeezing me tightly into a hug and burying his head into my neck and littering kisses along the exposed skin. 

I giggled, and then moaned when he suddenly sucked a bit of skin between his teeth. “Ridoc stop it, we’re in the hall.” I whined as he pulled back, and I was nearly knocked off my feet by the look of absolute adoration he was giving me. 

“Sorry Princess, couldn’t help myself. By the way…Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.” His grin made my heart stutter, then stop. So consuming, so warm, so..completely, Ridoc. 

“Happy Valen-AHH!” I screeched as he suddenly picked me up, spinning me around like he does anytime he gets too excited to contain himself. Which is often, and I’m definitely still not used to it. I groaned as the pain from the bruise that had indeed bloomed on my back hit, his grip a tad too tight on the sensitive skin. And why was he so fucking cold?!

He immediately stopped, letting me down and looking worried. I gave him a sheepish look. “Nothing big, got a bruise during flight practice today. Not your fault, you didn’t know.” 

“You sure you’re okay.” He looked worried for all of a moment before I nodded and then he was giving me a flirty wink and a panty soaking grin. “Good, because after what I’ve got planned for tonight I was reaaaally hoping we’d come back and have a little fun together.” He waggled his eyebrows as I giggled. Wait. Come back?

“Are we going somewhere?” I asked and he nodded excitedly. 

“I made a surprise for you.” He said, and I raised my eyebrows. 

“I assume that’s why you’re freezing and look like you’ve been working with your signet all day?” I asked and he nodded again. 

“But no more hints, Aotrom is excited and waiting for us.” I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah you heard that right Princess, Aotrom has decided to let you ride on him today…. and only today.” He looked like he added that bit on Aotrom’s request, as they were obviously conversing together now. “He’s as excited as I am though, he’s been helping me all day.”

“Let’s go before I start asking more questions.” His grin took my breath away as he leaned in. 

“Probably best.” He muttered, before sweeping me into an all-consuming kiss, that was entirely too inappropriate for the public hallway. I didn’t have the heart to stop him though, and I knew I never would. 

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‘I’m sorry I ever doubted your flying skills!’ I thought at Draka, who snorted. 

‘Glad I finally get some recognition.’ Being so far away messed with me, even though they were still a five minute flight away, hunting in the mountains. 

‘Seriously, how does Ridoc deal with this?!’ 

‘Aotrom is a very…spirited dragon.’ They weren’t kidding, that’s for sure. The way Aotrom flew felt downright reckless compared to how Draka flew. I couldn’t tell if he was showing off or trying to kill me. ‘He wouldn’t dare endanger what’s mine.’ Draka hissed in my mind. If Ridoc wasn’t here I would have fallen off by now, that’s for sure. I wasn’t quite as certain he wasn’t trying to kill me. 

Ridoc’s grip on my hip though, rubbing little circles into my skin? Steadying me and holding me to his chest as his other hand gripped the pummel of his dragon? It had my heart racing for reasons other than his dragon’s reckless flying. Maybe his goal was to make me so grateful I was still alive that whatever he’d planned for me would seem amazing on principle. Whatever, I couldn’t really find myself caring. Just wanting to touch land as well as kiss Ridoc. I’d been yearning to put my lips back on his since back in the hallway where he’d kissed me like he was gonna take me, right then and there.

I kinda wished he had. 

But even with his dragon’s insane flying, the biting cold of the February air whipping through my hair, and my choice of clothing beneath my flight jacket making me question my choices; I felt undeniably warm and safe in the arms of the man I called my own. And I wanted to see what he’d spent so much time planning and then energy executing. He was tired, that much was obvious, but he was here, and my heart beat in my chest at the thought. He always sacrificed so much, just to see me smile. 

I wish I could tell him that I love him. It was the only thing I couldn’t get myself to say, though it’d been on the tip of my tongue for weeks. Irrational fear held me back, held my tongue, telling me it was too early, too soon, that I couldn’t possibly know that this is true love. A million different reasons to tell me to just keep my mouth shut. To hold those three words in, until the time was right. Whatever the fuck that means. 

Soon we were landing, Ridoc holding me tighter to him as we were jostled about, and then helping me down once we’d made dry land. Well, other than the snow, so I guess, mostly dry land. The snow crunched below our boots, but I hadn’t made it three steps before Ridoc covered my eyes with his hands. 

I chuckled, kind of expecting it. After all, Ridoc never did anything in halves. Full commitment kind of guy, whether it be a prank or a surprise, he always put in his best. 

“Okay Y/N, let me lead you through here, and then I’ll uncover your eyes, promise.” His voice was laced with childlike glee, as he held me steady towards whatever he wanted me to see. There was rushing water nearby, deafeningly loud, maybe a river? Or a waterfall? I couldn’t really tell. But that was my only hint other than when the air shifted, from biting cold with wind to…surprisingly warm. Not enough to strip my jacket or anything, but warm enough for my nose to stop tingling. 

It was only a few steps later when he let go, and my jaw dropped as I spun, trying to take everything in all at once. We were in a cave behind a…waterfall? That had to be right, but where running water should be, was a giant ice wall, shining and shimmering, but standing resolute and protecting the rest of the cave from the mist that should be pouring in. Good thing too because spread around the large space were a bunch of different torches, and the center of the room was a large ice bowl, with a roaring fire inside. And between the torches? Half a dozen life-size dragon figures. Not just any dragons…Iron Squad’s dragons. In astonishing detail, and shimmering differently than his normal ice figures did. Shock overcame me when realization hit. 

“You finally achieved permafrost?!” I asked whipping around to see him hanging by the cave’s entrance, smiling warmly at me. 

“I’ve only been working at it for the last month. Achieved it last night.” He said, and I smiled wider. 

“This control though! These are amazing babe!” I said and he chuckled walking forward, taking my hand and leading me around the backside of the fire, where I could now see a picnic basket, a large cushion big enough for both of us and a thick blanket. 

“The waterfall was the hardest part, and the outside has already melted.” He sighed, frowning slightly at the waterfall as my jaw dropped. 

“You froze the entire waterfall?!” I asked as he pulled me down into his lap. 

“You say that like I did something impossible.” He brushed me off but his self-satisfied smirk betrayed his act of playing coy. 

I brushed his messy curls out of his face, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Nothing seems to be impossible for you. I’ve definitely learned that in these last few months together. This is definitely repayment for chores this morning, and then some.” I giggled, looking around to see that he’d hung icicles from the ceiling as well, some as long pillars and then some as teardrops, all of them creating kaleidoscopes of light across the ceiling and walls. “Let me guess, Aotrom lit the fires.”

“And kept me warm. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to-“ He stopped, face going sheepish as he saw the pout and minor glare forming on my face. “Don’t give me that look, I promise I didn’t take it too far.”

“Just almost too far.” I accused and he chuckled nervously. 

“Riiight. Also this is just for Valentine’s, I still have to make up for chores.” He assured me, making me roll my eyes. 

I looked around again, my heart easing. “It really is beautiful.”

“Well you seem to love my ice so much, I figured I’d make a grand gesture. Plus s’mores!” He announced, opening the picnic basket, where chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers sat, as well as two metal rods. 

“Makes more sense now.” He gave me a confused look. “Why you enlisted Sawyer’s help.” His eyes darkened and I realized my mistake. “He didn’t say anything, I swear! I only asked him where you were because I saw you drag him off this morning.” 

“Hmm,” He paused before kissing my nose. “Fine, Sawyer is spared, just this once.”

I laughed and pulled out the sticks. “Let’s get roasting, yeah?”

“Anything you wish Love.” The word pounded through my head, and stopped my heart. It was new, and made my cheeks go crimson. But I definitely didn’t hate it, in fact, it had completely the opposite effect, making my stomach flip and my core go molten. 

“And I-I wish for s’mores.” I said, and if he noticed the effect it had on me, he hadn’t said a thing, just lifted up the marshmallows for me to load our sticks. 

We caught up over marshmallows and chocolate, and I gave him a rundown of my day. He licked off every stray bit of chocolate that happened to escape my mouth, and the third time it happened, he’d sent me into a giggling fit so violent, we’d both ended up on our backs laughing. He wrapped an arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder, and we stared up at the light dancing across the icicles. 

He’d been oddly silent for a while. In fact, this entire night he’d been much quieter than normal, and it was starting to concern me a bit. 

“I need to tell you something Y/N.” He whispered finally, and I turned to look at him but he tightened his hold on me. “Don’t. Keep looking at the lights while I muster up the courage here.”

He sounded nervous, which…honestly I’d never actually heard him nervous before. Even when Violet proposes some absurd plan. Even when he asked me to be his. He’d never sounded nervous. 

“Okay…can’t say you’re not putting me on edge here.” I whispered back but did what he asked, finding his hand and squeezing it for support. 

“I-I…it’s just…I’ve tried writing it out…practicing with Sawyer…and I lost myself in the details of all this because I didn’t…don’t know how to say it.” He whispered, emotion catching in his throat as realization hit me. I knew what he was about to say. Knew, only because I could suddenly feel it in every single chunk of ice around me. 

“I just wanna say-“ I cut him off. 

“I love you Ridoc.” I whispered. He froze. And then suddenly he was on top of me, laughing and looking so bewildered. 

“There is no WAY you just stole my thunder!!” He said, tickling me and making me squirm. “I fucking love you brat!”

“Well you were taking to long-“

“I’m sorry my confessions of love take too long for you!” He teased, tickling me until I could barely breath, only then did he stop. His mouth hovering above my own and eyes dancing with delight. “You really love me though?”

“Of course Ridoc,” I muttered, his mouth looking even more inviting as the words really sank in. He loves me too. “Even without all this, I already love you. Now…I still have my gift to give to you.” I whispered, brushing my lips across his, but pulling out of his reach when he tried to kiss me properly. “But, it’s back in my room.”

His eyes darkened. He smirked. Then he hummed, like he was thinking it over before speaking. “Okay love, let’s go see what you have cooked up then.”

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[sunnysidesevenup]

Happy Birthday, Iso <3

I, of course, had to do something for @theolivetree123's Isosceles' birthday. My confidence writing Iso was a bit low, but I'm pretty happy with how the fic turned out <3

Also, it turned out to be eight pages in my doc, which is a lot longer than I intended at first lmao. These two are just really fun to write together.

fic under the cut!

“Tills, what’re ya’ doing?” 

Tilly blinks, glancing up from the suspicious book in his hands. The words had been swimming weirdly again, doing an odd little dance around his head, not that he would’ve been able to understand it anyways. 

Isosceles is standing near the open door, a confused expression on his face although it fades quickly as he takes in the situation. Cute, Tilly thinks, followed by the urge to say it out loud–he was asked a question though, wasn’t he? 

“Summoning circle.” He says. It’s pretty obvious. 

Iso’s face twitches, as if he wants to smile–and although the smirk he settles on is probably not the first expression he was going to make, Tilly still decides to appreciate it anyways. “You can’t read.” He chastises, a bit mean. “What’d ya’ think was going to happen?” 

“Hmm…” Tilly hums, tapping a finger to his lips. “Getting killed, maybe? Hopefully by a successfully summoned demon.” The smile that forms on his lips is an innocent one, tone light and teasing. 

“With this circle? Yeah, definitely gettin’ killed.” 

He just answers Iso with a giggle, jumping up from his sitting position and nearly knocking over the lit candles and probably lighting things on fire. Isoceles watches with amusement as he seems to realize in real time that candles lit everywhere on the floor is probably not a good idea, and proceeds to blow them out. Once done, he bounds straight up to the taller man, feeling a burst of energy. 

He grins up at him. “Hi. You’re late.” 

“Wasn’t aware I could be late when we didn’t set a time.” 

Tilly’s grin turns mischievous. “You’re late because I missed you.” 

Iso raises his eyebrow, and Tilly is glad he got closer. “That so?” He asks. “Maybe you’re just borin’.” 

Ouch, that one hurt. He is not boring, thank you very much. 

He spins on his heels, hands on his hips and a pout on his face. “You just can’t handle my amazin’ presence.” He retorts, back to the other man. “And here I am, tryin’ to give you a birthday gift, and you say that…” 

Iso makes a noise behind him, slightly unamused. “I don’t celebrate my birthday.” 

Tilly spins back to him, poking his chest with a glove clad hand. “It’s an excuse for a celebration. Fun. Are you going to deny me a chance to have fun, Isosceles?” 

The man grins back at him, sharp teeth on display, and Tilly kind of wants to pinch his cheeks to see if he’ll get bitten. Ah, that might not be the best idea… “Since when do ya’ need an excuse?” He’s saying, and Tilly zones back into the conversation. 

He pouts at him. “It’s always good to have an excuse. Gets me out of a lot of trouble.” 

Iso laughs, “Ya’ anticipating getting in trouble with me?” 

Tilly nods back seriously. “All the time, yes.” 

“Ha! At least you’re aware.” His eyes scan the room again, poorly drawn summoning circle and all. Tilly would say he did an okay job, but he’s definitely not an artist, and drawing circles was deceptively hard. Isosceles is clearly judging his shaky chalk lines as well, from the way his expression does that slight twitch of amusement again. “Seriously, what were ya’ thinking?” 

The shorter man shrugs, a playful glint in his eye. “Thought you would like it. You like it, right? Tell me you do.” He moves a little closer, and yep, there’s the personal space limit, right on time. Tilly decides not to push it any further, pausing with a few inches between them. He doesn’t really want to get kicked out, at least not when he’s trying to do something for Iso’s birthday. 

Iso gives him another grin, his eyes not entirely meeting his own. “Would like it better if ya’ were any good at it.” He says. 

Tilly makes sure his expression is as sad as can be, “Aww…” He begins, and then his tone morphs into something more triumphant and smug. “But you would have liked it, right? So I do know you pretty well.” 

Isosceles shoves him away slightly, making his way further into the room. “That’s a pretty low bar of a gift.” He says dismissively. 

Oops, a bad choice of a tease, then. 

Tilly keeps his forlorn sighing to himself (not that that’s what he’s doing, of course not) and follows the other man into the room. “My bad~” He apologizes. “How could I ever hope to know the oh-so-mysterious Isosceles?” 

The man shoots him an annoyed glance, and Tilly raises his hands in surrender. The smirk doesn’t help, though. 

…For someone who doesn’t want to get kicked out, he’s definitely pushing it. 

Well, he’ll just run distraction, then. 

“So… How was your day?” Tilly asks, tone innocent. 

Iso gives him another glance, knowing what he’s doing. “Are we makin’ small talk now? Damn Tills, maybe you are getting boring.” He says, sitting down at the desk chair. Tilly decides to sit across from him on the bed, legs crossing as soon as he hops up onto it. 

“That’s very offensive to me.” He responds seriously. “I’m the least boring person you know.” 

“Dunno about that.” 

Tilly gives him a huffy pout, Iso just grinning meanly at him still. 

“Whoever you’re thinking of, I’m definitely hotter and more entertaining than them.” He tells him firmly. “By many points. It’s not even a competition, really. I have won by a lot.” 

The grin turns meaner. “You’re not that–”

“If you say I’m not that hot I’m going to do something questionable.” He threatens immediately. 

Iso laughs, a bit startled. “I was goin’ to say entertaining.” 

Tilly feigns a thinking face, “Hmmm….” He then shakes his head, “No, that’s not acceptable either.” 

His companion chuckles again, so that’s definitely a win. 

However. 

“Hey, Iso.” 

He raises his eyebrow again, no doubt suspicious of Tilly’s new tone of voice. 

“Come sit on the bed instead.” He says, patting the spot next to him. He makes sure not to be flirty about it, just a simple motion, but Isosceles still narrows his eyes and glances away dismissively. 

“Nah, I’m good.” He answers, and yeah, that’s not happening. 

Tilly stands up, running a hand through his hair, and sighs. Iso glances back at him, eyes narrowed at his answering, far too innocent expression, and watches as he then walks up to stand right in front of him. The shorter takes a second to consider the odds of getting kicked out, or beat up, or killed, and then dismisses all of that and leans down to be eye level with the higher being himself. 

He doesn’t really feel like a higher being, though, not when Tilly gently grabs his face in his hands and tilts it up. The wide eye and slowly creeping blush don’t really feel particularly eldritch or scary, either. 

“Hey, Iso.” He echoes, voice now softer and a bit coaxing. “Let’s sit on the bed instead.” 

“Umm.” Is his companions answer, eye attempting to settle on anything else, although Tilly’s made sure to block his view. He doesn’t follow the word up with anything, either, so the shorter just drops his hands from his face and slides them to his arms instead, pulling him up. He drags him over to the bed, and then they’re both sitting across from each other. 

He smiles smugly. That’s much better. 

“So! I got us a game to play.” 

Iso recovers quickly, much to his disappointment, although the blush still staining his skin has yet to fade. “Oh?” 

Tilly nods seriously, reaching under the pillow and pulling out a box. He sets it between them with a flourish, although Iso looks unimpressed. 

“You stole Monopoly?” 

“Is that what it says?” He eyes the box with newfound interest, but the title starts swimming again and he gives up. He shakes his head, getting back on track. “Ta-da!” He announces, opening the box, where an assortment of game pieces are strewn about. 

Iso blinks, and then grins. “That’s not Monopoly.” 

“I should hope not. I just poured a ton of other games into this box, it’s just so boring to stick to one… I even asked one of the workers for recommendations!” He picks up one of the game pieces, a little army man that the worker had explained was part of a game called Risk. He’d liked the sound of that, so he’d swept the little armies into his pockets when the underpaid worker had turned away. It’s not like the partimer would mind, but better if they weren't aware of it so they’d get in less trouble!

Chess pieces, cards, a variety of dice, various little game pieces cover the box, and the numerous game boards nestled inside. Honestly, it’s a bit of a miracle he managed to fit all of it into one box, but Tilly is very efficient, thank you very much. 

“So, what are the rules?” Iso asks, unceremoniously dumping all of the items onto the bed. Looks like he’s on board, then. 

Tilly laughs, settling into a more comfortable position on the bed. “We both already know the rules, don’t we?” He asks, laying out the very game boards in a seemingly completely random order. 

If he’s not mistaken, Iso’s eye seems to brighten, and he grins right back as he also sets the pieces up in an equally nonsensical order. “Right, we do.” 

-

Thirty minutes in and the game has fives boards (one of which is a piece of paper with badly drawn squiggles, one in a bright, near invisible yellow and another in a glittery purple), at least two decks of regular playing cards, two separate armies of little plastic soldiers, a strange, precarious tower of dice, and stacks of fake cash. There’s a little scoreboard off to the side, and somehow, despite the nonsensical game, the two are tied. 

With bated breath, Tilly reaches over to take another card from one of the piles, Iso smirking at him as he does so. There’s a moment where he believes he’s successfully managed to grab it, when suddenly the carefully stacked tower of dice collapses, falling straight across his lap. 

He blinks for a moment, and then turns accusing eyes onto Isosceles, who looks like he’s about to laugh. “That’s not fair.” He accuses. 

“Eh? You sucking at this?” 

The shorter’s mouth twists into a pout once again. “Cheater.” 

His companion blinks (or is it a wink when it’s only one eye? Hmm, Tilly should ask him some other time) innocently at him. “What did I do? I was nowhere near it.” 

Tilly just groans, swiping the dice off of him and back onto the bed. For good measure, he tosses one straight at Iso’s head, but the man just dodges with barely a twitch to the side. Stupid, annoying, godly reflexes. Just get hit with the dice for his wounded pride, okay? He’s sensitive! 

He forks over a stack of his fake money to Iso, the man neatly adding it to his growing bank with a smug look. Once he’s done paying his horrible, no good, offending taxes, he rolls one of the dice. Hitting a six, he then carefully moves his little piece (a coin, of course, he has a brand) around the board, and begins stacking six dice on top of each other. 

“Hmm, don’t forget I attacked you last turn.” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He mutters, surveying the board. “Stop attacking me, I’m weak and fragile and I’ll cry.” 

“Weren’t your words five minutes ago, “Oh, Iso, I hope you cry when I destroy you in the next five moves?” The man taunts, putting on a high pitched and annoying voice. 

Tilly gapes at him in astonishment. “I don’t sound like that.” 

Iso remains silent, amusement speaking louder than his words ever could, and Tilly throws a pillow at him. “I don’t! I don’t! Take it back!” 

He dodges, of course, because Isosceles can never let Tilly do anything. Ugh. 

Now lacking a pillow, and significantly more annoyed, he raises his hands and does a grabbing motion. “Give me your pillow. As tribute.” 

“Deal with the consequences of your own actions, Tills~” Iso singsongs, taking his own turn on the game. He flips a card over, reads it, and then scowls. “How’d you sneak this card into my deck? You can’t even read.” 

“Gimme your pillow and I’ll tell you.” He grins at him, fluttering pleading eyes. 

Ever immune, he laughs, shaking his head. “Your secrets aren’t that important. I’ll figure it out anyways.” He then pats the pillow beside him, mean expression just rubbing it in. 

And yeah, logically, Tilly could just get off the bed and retrieve the one he threw. But that would mean probably losing, because then Iso could change the pieces around, and then he’d have to start over his own process of changing the pieces around. He doesn’t want Iso to win. It might be his birthday, but he’s not a loser. 

Looking at the board now though, it’s looking like that might be the outcome anyways. 

So, of course, he has a solution for both problems. 

“Iso…. you sure ya’ won’t hand over your pillow? Please? For me?” He asks again. 

He’s met with the same amused smile. “Nope.” He says, and then narrows his eyes suspiciously as he registers Tilly’s smug expression. “Hey, don’t–” 

Tilly interrupts him by launching himself across the game board, knocking everything out of the way and colliding straight with the other man. He knocks him back onto the bed, and immediately just lays straight down on top of him. 

Isosceles lays there for a moment, and then responds with an accusing and smug: “This is because I was going to win, wasn’t it.” 

He lays his head down against Iso’s chest, ear right next to his heart. “Hmm, who could say~?” He says, and then just pauses. 

Neither of them say anything for a while. 

It’s not like Tilly has never done this before, anyways, and even though the taller still gets flustered, it’s not as shocking as it once was. 

…He doesn’t say anything about Iso’s heart beating, though. He’d done that before, and he knows now it’ll just cause a protest. 

Instead, what he says is a simple “Happy birthday.” 

“...I don’t celebrate it. I told you.” 

Tilly sits up, grinning down at him. Iso’s face is a bit red, but he looks decently composed (and very cute, but he thinks saying that right now will get him shoved onto the floor). “Does this seem like a celebration? No, no, this is very un-celebration. A non birthday–unbirthday? No, that sounds stupid–Ugh, point is, no celebrations here!” His grin softens, turning into more of a smile.

“So, in a very not celebratory way, happy birthday, Isoceles.” 

[soulidarity]

Hello! So I just read the one where reader is insecure about wearing a bathing suit, and Raf asking "are you afraid of me?" inspired me, so...

Can I please ask for a scenario with - separately - Rafayel and Sylus (and if you feel like it, throw in the other non human bois too) where (fem or gn) reader actually IS a bit scared of them after finding out that they're Lemurian/dragon/etc, and like they're conflicted because on the one hand they still are in love with the boys, but on the other the fact that they're non human is... intimidating. And the boys catch on to that and try to confront or reassure them? 🥺 Tysm

(also if reader can be not MC pls)

afraid

She walked in to rafayels home, sneaking around, she had come back early from a buisness trip and wanting to surprise the artist told him the flight was delayed.

Through the window, she caught his purple hair on the pool. Quickly making her way towards him, she started to make out a fin coming out from the pool. Weird, did he buy new pool toys? Getting closer, she noticed it was moving. She picked up her pace, standing at the side of the pool, getting a full view of rafayel resting with his eyes closed and a big tail instead of his legs. On his face and neck, scales were scattered around.

"What the fuck?!" she screamed, dropping the present. Startled, the lemurian went underwater briefly before popping up with a big, nervous smile, his teeth unnaturally sharp.

"Cutie!"

In a fight or flight response, she bolted out of the home, quickly getting in her car and driving away. She could Rafayel grunting and getting out of the pool, trying to follow after her. Due to the time it took to detransform, he was too late.

In the safety of her home, she locked the door, the window, closed the courtains and locked herself in her room. What was that? What was he?

the phone was ringing, she ignored it. a part of her wanted to block him, but this was her boyfriend.

the texts started flooding in

[please]

[please pick up i dont wanna do this over text]

[please, i am begging you]

another call. after the third ring, she picked up

"...hello?"

"oh thank god! Look I promise it has an explenation and like, i didnt think youd get here so soon! you didnt tell me!"

"rafayel, i dont know what i saw but i know that that is not normal. im trying to trust and believe you right now after seeing the sharpest teeth i have ever seen and youre making it kinda hard"

"youre right... youre right... you know lemuria?"

"the linkon version of the atlantis myth?"

"well its not really a myth more so an ancient civilization..."

"rafayel. i just saw you in a monster form, please get to the point"

silence

a light sob is heard on the other line

"im... im not a monster... I swear... I swear I'm not"

"oh! raf thats not- im sorry i didnt think it through I'm just scared..." she took a deep breath in "can we restart?"

a shaky exhale is heard before he continued "I'm lemurian. When you're away I like to shift into my natural form since keeping up the glamour of being human can be... exhausting"

"i see..."

"Im not dangerous-! well, I'll be honest. I can be dangerous but I swear on everything that I will never hurt you... not again"

"again?"

"I- I meant like you getting scared! yeah, that."

she chuckled "can i come over?"

"id like that very much"

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okay so! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST! i MIGHT write sylus version later but as my pinned explains i write xav and raf, however i really like this idea and maybe i should get out of my comfort zone and write other characters.

that being said, i found this one hard lol.

[knivestothroats]

The Professionals - Bargain Price

The Professionals is a crossover of In the Woods Somewhere by me and Professional//Victim by @victimeyez In which Tommy learns the price of trying to bargain. (Follow up to Allowances) CW: Long term captivity, violent whumper, many graphic threats, beating, biting, bchoking

Fletcher let Tommy stew for a bit before they came to find him. They enjoyed their dinner and took a moment to decide what they were going to do to him. 

When they opened the door to his room, it was empty.

Or – mostly empty. Fletcher was good at scanning rooms, and it only took them a moment to spot a bit of a pale foot under the bed. They stepped lightly in and crouched, snagging his ankle and dragging him out.

Tommy yelped as he was wrenched from his hiding spot, immediately putting his hands up in a weak attempt to shield himself. Any vestiges of bravado he had managed earlier were long gone now. Fletcher looked down at him as he cowered at their boots.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Fletcher – Fletcher,” his voice broke. “I’m s-so sorry, I don’t know what I was– I never should have– I can–” Tommy hiccuped out a sob and covered his face with his hands.

Fletcher put a finger to their lips and waited for Tommy to quiet down.

“If you want to act like a child and throw a tantrum, then I’m canceling your playdate.” 

Fletcher pulled their phone from their pocket and opened up Buck’s contact.

“Wait! Wait no, no nononono Fletcher, wait, please!” Tommy scrambled up onto his knees, clinging to Fletcher’s thigh frantically. 

Fletcher held the phone up above their head to keep it out of Tommy’s reach.

“What? You want something worse than being grounded?”

“Please, please, anything else, I’ll – I’ll pay for the wall, and – and you can hurt me, please please just don’t call him!”

“Oh ho, buddy, you are absolutely paying for the wall,” Fletcher sneered. “Do you know how long that’s going to take you to pay off? You can forget about buying anything any time soon.”

It took a moment, but then seemed to fully dawn on Tommy how much it would cost him. Fletcher could see him trying to do the math in his head, the dread on his face as it really sank in. Five dollars a week couldn’t get much, and months would stack up fast.

“I…” He gulped, his eyes watering. “I know, I know, I’ll do it, but please don’t take Buck away.”

Fletcher eyed Tommy for a moment.

“You said I could hurt you? What do you want me to do to you instead? What do you think is enough to make up for it?”

“Well, yes, I mean…..um…” Tommy’s eyes darted nervously around the room, as if he would find something that might help him. He wet his lips. 

“You could…you could…beat me...”

“I could beat you and still send Buck away,” Fletcher retorted. “I can beat you for stuttering when you talk to me. I could beat you for anything, whenever I want. If you want me to change my mind, you have to come up with something enticing.”

Tommy blinked away tears. “You can… you can use a knife?” He offered tentatively.

“Yeah?” Fletcher asked mockingly. “I can use a knife? Can I take off patches of your skin with it? Can I wedge the point under your fingernails?”

Tommy’s jaw moved, but no words came out.

“Can I chop off a finger?” Fletcher continued. “One of your ears? Can I stick it in your eye? Can I open up your fucking veins? Is that okay with you?!”

Their words grew more aggressive and they grabbed the front of Tommy’s shirt.

“I… I…” Tommy stammered.

“What, you don’t want that? Well, can I do something else? What about your bones, Thunderbird, am I allowed to break those? Can I knock out your teeth? Can I hold your head under water? Can I break out the car battery and the jumper cables? Can I burn the bottoms of your feet so you have to crawl? Can I wrap my hands around your throat and tighten them until you stop moving and your last thought before you pass out is that you hope to fucking god I let go before you die? Huh? Can I do any of those fucking things to you?”

“I… I’m sorry, I don’t…”

Fletcher slapped Tommy hard across the face, swinging it to the side.

“Wise the fuck up, kid,” Fletcher snapped. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. Maybe it worked for you before where you bat your fucking eyelashes and get on your knees and you get out of whatever you had coming, but I don’t give a shit about any of that. You take what I give you.”

“Yes, Fletcher, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Tommy cried, words coming out barely above a whisper. His teary eyes tracked the movement of the phone in their hand. “I’ll take whatever you give me. Can you please hang up now?”

It took Fletcher a second to process. They looked at their phone and saw the seconds ticking up, timing the phone call.

“Oh shit,” they muttered. They put the phone to their ear. “Buck, you there?”

No answer. Must be a voicemail.

Fletcher ended the call. They hesitated a moment, then punched Tommy hard in the chest.

Tommy made a breathy grunt as the wind was knocked out of him. He dropped to the floor, curled up on his side, and tried a few frightening times to draw a breath before one actually came.

“Don’t punch my fucking wall,” Fletcher growled, standing up. “We aren’t finished with this conversation.”

Fletcher stepped forwards over Tommy and planted their boot down firmly on the side of his face, pinning his head to the floor. He was already trembling with fear, struggling to catch his breath. They called Buck again, putting it on speaker and letting the automatic voicemail answer message play.

“Hey, didn’t mean to call you the first time. Hit the button accidentally. But, look, I am canceling your next visit because Tommy is grounded. I’ll let you know when you can come back.”

Tommy whimpered pitifully on the ground, but didn’t protest.

Fletcher ended the call and sent Buck a text.

Ignore the first voicemail.

“Alright, get up,” Fletcher instructed, stepping off of Tommy. He shakily got to his feet. “Follow me.”

Tommy slinked along after Fletcher, but hung back when Fletcher opened the basement door. His chest tightened. 

“After you.”

Fletcher gestured down the dark stairwell. As much as Tommy didn’t want to go down there, it didn’t seem like a good time to disobey. 

You’ve been in the basement before, he told himself as he forced his feet down each step. You were fine.

But Fletcher wasn’t mad at you then.

Tommy hesitated at the bottom of the stairs as Fletcher pulled the string on the overhead lights. They stood in the empty part of the basement. Nothing but a cement floor with a drain. They gestured for Tommy to join them.

Tommy’s heart was racing. He didn’t feel like he was piloting his body as it approached Fletcher. Instinctively, he began to lower himself to the floor when Fletcher cut him off.

“Don’t get on your fucking knees unless I tell you,” they growled.

“S-Sorry,” Tommy said, quickly straightening up. 

“You wanna fight me?”

Tommy was so taken aback he was sure he heard them wrong. His brain was making things up again. 

“What - sorry - what did you say?”

“I said,” Fletcher stepped closer, invading Tommy’s space. “Do you want to fight me?”

“N-No, no, Fletcher, of course I-”

“You wanted to hit me earlier,” Fletcher asserted. “You hit the wall instead. Isn’t that right? It wasn’t the wall you were angry at.”

Tommy shrank back. “I was just… I didn’t…”

“Well, I’m giving you the opportunity,” Fletcher said. “I’ll even let you start.”

Tommy was wide eyed and frozen like a deer in headlights. Fletcher waited, staring him down with a cold gaze.

“I don’t want to fight you,” Tommy said in a small voice.

Fletcher shoved Tommy in the chest with both hands, causing him to stumble backwards.

“Let me reframe this,” they said, pacing after him. “You can stand there and take a beating, or you can fight back. I am giving you a chance to fight back. Clearly it’s something you need to get out of your system, so you don’t go punching holes in my walls.”

They reached out and grabbed Tommy by the face, squeezing in his cheeks. With a sharp smile they said, “Aren’t I so fucking nice?”

They let go and gave Tommy a slap, but not nearly as hard as they had earlier.

“C’mon. You were a street punk. You never learned how to fight?”

“Fletcher, I don’t…” Tommy put up his hands. “Please, I don’t want to do this!”

Fletcher easily reached through his defense to grab Tommy by the front of his shirt, and punched him across the face.

“You want to stand there and get hit like you always do?” They snapped. “Don’t you want to hit back for once in your miserable life?”

Tommy’s head was swimming. Pain bloomed across his jaw from the strike. His fear and anger rose in his gut, but he felt paralyzed to defend himself. The product of years of grueling training to never resist, to never fight back. Now he had a chance, and he was terrified. When he saw Fletcher raise their fist again, he threw up his arms to guard his face. 

Fletcher’s knuckles collided with the bones of Tommy’s thin arms. He managed to keep his defenses up, so Fletcher went low and drove their fist into his stomach. When Tommy doubled over, dropping his arms to his abdomen, Fletcher smacked him across the face.

“Fucking do something,” they snarled. “This isn’t over until you fight back.”

Something in Tommy snapped. 

He lunged at Fletcher, hand flying out to take a swipe at their face, his fingers curled into claws.

Fletcher managed to block the attack, grabbing his arm and pushing it away. Tommy immediately countered with his other hand, yanking his arm free to make mad swipes and rain fists down wherever he could.

Fletcher parried a strike and shot a fist out at Tommy’s stomach again. He folded slightly but was being carried by the adrenaline, flinging himself back at Fletcher. 

Fletcher blocked his first arm, but the second managed to slip through. Tommy’s nails clawed across Fletcher’s cheek and eyelid. 

Fletcher hissed and shoved Tommy back. He charged forward, head down, colliding with Fletcher like he was trying to tackle them. Fletcher had to brace their feet but remained upright easily. They even let out a small laugh before driving their elbow down into his back. 

Tommy jerked and grunted at the impact but didn’t let go. He tried to strike with his knees and kick at the inside of Fletcher’s legs. Fletcher took the opportunity to pull him off his balance, throwing him to the floor.

Tommy held fast to Fletcher’s shirt, pulling them down with him.

Fletcher could feel their own balance start to go and aimed their fall to land with their knee on Tommy’s stomach. He let out an oof but didn’t stop. Instead he reached up and snagged a fistful of Fletcher’s hair.

In the old days, Fletcher had kept their head buzzed for this reason. Having it used against them now gave them an instinctive jolt of panic, as well as anger. 

If Tommy wanted to go low - scratching, grappling, hair pulling - Fletcher would meet him there. They landed their hand on his face and dug their thumb into his eye socket.

Tommy let out a groan through gritted teeth and twisted his face away to shake off the hand, then back to sink his teeth into it. All without loosening his grip on Fletcher’s hair.

Fletcher let out a roar of pain and tore their hand away. 

Enough fucking around.

They drove their fist down hard into the center of Tommy’s face. They could feel his nose crunch beneath their knuckles.

Tommy relinquished his grip, both hands moving toward his face, but Fletcher caught his arm and bit back, clamping their jaw down on his forearm.

Tommy yelled out in pain. His face was painted red from the blood pouring out his nose like Fletcher had struck oil. He was no longer struggling, just trying to curl in defensively once more.

Fletcher released and stood up. They leaned down and hauled Tommy up by the front of his shirt, putting him in a sitting position.

Tommy was breathing heavily through his mouth, head hanging low, blood running freely down his chin and dripping into his lap. Fletcher took a fistful of his hair and pulled his head up to look at them. Tommy braced for impact.

“Feel better?” Fletcher asked scornfully.

“No,” Tommy said, voice muddled by a clogged nose. Blood sprayed off his lips when he spoke.

“Was it worth it?”

“No,” Tommy groaned. With his nose broken, he had to pant for air through his mouth, blood tingeing his teeth red. Fletcher’s other hand went to his collar, gripping it tight in their fist so it pulled against his throat. Tommy’s hands fluttered around their forearm, wanting to pull them off but unable to muster the strength. He’d already lost - no need to keep digging deeper. 

“Did we learn something?” Fletcher asked, tugging sharply on the collar while keeping him in place with their fist his hair. 

“Y-yes Fletcher, please don’t hit me anymore, I’m sorry,” Tommy pleaded. His voice was congested, and blood was starting to spread through the fabric of his shirt as it streamed down off his face. 

Fletcher cocked their head to the side, considering him. Tommy took the respite to wheeze, struggling not to cough up the blood filling his mouth into Fletcher’s face. 

“Your place is right here, under my boot. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Fletcher.” 

They shook his head by their fist in his hair and he whimpered, clenching his eyes closed against the pain hammering inside his head. 

“Should I be merciful?” Fletcher asked, their voice low. Tommy cracked an eye open, trying to tell if they were asking, or just talking to themselves. They looked pissed, but alive, excited. 

Beg, Tommy, beg for it, a voice urged him. It spoke in Caius’s voice, so close he could feel his breath against his ear. 

“P-please, please Fletcher, you’ve let me - let me live here and I forgot to be grateful, I’m so grateful, please, please don’t hurt me anymore, don’t let me – don’t let me lose the mercy you’ve shown, please, I know my place, please, please don’t kill me, I’ll be good!” Tommy hiccuped, sobs breaking through as the last of his adrenaline rush abandoned him.

Fletcher let him beg, leaning back to take in the full picture. They finally relinquished their fist in his hair to stroke his face with an unexpected softness. Tommy twitched weakly, waiting for more punishment. Instead, the hand wiped his tears, then dropped away. Fletcher placed a boot on Tommy’s leg, holding him in place. With their other hand, they lifted the collar.

The leather dug into Tommy’s throat, digging under his chin and pressing against his windpipe.  It was hard to draw in any breath, and his shallow gasps punctuated the thick silence between them.

They played with him like that for a bit, letting go just when the world started to grey out, returning as soon as he managed a gulp of air. When they finally let go, Tommy was dazed, his eyes unfocused. Fletcher relented and stepped off of him. When they released their grip on the collar holding him up, Tommy drooped forward limply. 

“Forget your allowance until I think you’ve paid for the repair – which you’ll be doing, and doing right. No play dates until you learn some self control. And if I hear a single word about it, I’ll make what I’ve done to you today feel like a vacation. You understand me?”

It took him a moment to process their words, but then Tommy gave a shaky nod. Fletcher leaned in and patted his cheek. 

“Good answer.”

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[deadhands69]

Cute When You Stutter

loser!Shigaraki x gn/afab Reader

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[series masterlist]

The league headquarters are quiet tonight, almost too quiet. Everyone has plans for Valentine’s day. Toga is out with her girlfriend. Dabi is doing whatever Dabi usually does at night. Even Spinner managed to score a date with his cute discord friend. 

Well, almost everyone has Valentine’s plans. Not you. Posting so many pictures with your boss, pretending to date him, then burning every bridge you know absolutely cemented your lack of a date or even friend hangout this year. 

Even Shigaraki has been pretty quiet tonight, making almost no noise in his room and you’re not entirely sure if you want to know what he’s doing in there. You’re almost certain he doesn’t have a date either though because you’ve never seen him voluntarily talk to anyone outside of the league. You also left a massive hickey on his neck two days ago which may be a slight deterrent for some people (Toga later asked you if you did this on purpose to keep Tomura to yourself, but admittedly you were just drunk and weren’t thinking that far ahead.)

Maybe it’s boredom or loneliness from being in your room alone all day, but you decide to see what he’s up to. Knocking a few more times than you normally would, you yell out “hey, it’s me,” before making your way into his room.

“Hey,” you walk in to find him on the floor surrounded in legos, sorted by color. “Want some help?”

He debates for a moment before nodding and handing you one of the instruction sheets. You sit quietly in the space next to him, glad for the company. 

“Thanks for hanging out tonight,” you say, pulling a few pieces from the red pile.

“Mmmhm.”

He turns to you with one side of his mouth quirked up in a smile. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Hugging you. Is that okay?” You can’t imagine why it wouldn’t be, considering that he let you sit on his face yesterday. 

“Yeah, it’s just different,” he mumbles into your shoulder, “usually you only get close when you want something or you’re messing with me.”

“I’m not messing with you. At least, not always.” 

He pulls back, looking at you incredulously. “Why else would you do stuff like this? I’m not stupid, I know you just like to fuck with me.” 

“Of course I do, you’re cute when you’re flustered. It’s not like I don’t get anything out of it too though.”

Tomura doesn’t respond, busying himself with a few green blocks as the tips of his ears turn pink. 

A few minutes later, your creation begins to take shape.

“Flowers?” you ask, amused. “You don’t really strike me as the type to decorate with lego flowers.”

“They’re not for me,” he mutters in response.

“Oh yeah? Then who are they for?” You realize the answer immediately after the words leave your mouth. You’re the only person he has ever shown interest in, who else would they be for? He bites his lip, blushing profusely as he stares at you. 

“You were making me flowers, even if you thought I only spent time with you as a joke?” 

“Kind of,” he searches for a specific yellow piece before continuing, “I never actually thought I had a chance with you. But seeing everything this week, I figured you probably don’t have anyone else to buy you flowers. And you’re really cool so someone should. Why not me?”

He looks hurt for a moment before focusing hard on getting a piece to fit properly. 

You think back, trying to remember the last time anyone ever bothered to be this nice to you. Yet here he is doing so without any expectations. Spending hours putting together an expensive lego bouquet when he could easily have just bought you cheap gas station flowers or done nothing at all.

“They’re beautiful,” you whisper, “thanks.”

He smiles at you, subtly scratching his neck. “And you don’t owe me anything for them. Not that I mind everything you’ve been doing, but you don’t have to.”

“No?” you ask, moving a strand of pale blue hair out of his face, “but what if I want to?”

Bringing your lips to his feels natural at this point. You’ve done it so many times now that it’s all you want to do, but it still feels so new to you. He kisses you back with confidence you've only seen him show in battle. You climb onto his lap, legs straddling each side of him.

Your hand slides up his chest, wrapping lightly around his throat. As your thumb brushes over the new scratches, he leans into the touch. Tentatively, you give a little squeeze. He moans. You make a mental note to come back to that sometime. For now, you selfishly want him to last long enough to get yourself off too. 

As the two of you begin to make out more passionately, you drag yourself over his thigh. You're careful not to press too far forward into the tent forming in his pants; remembering how fast he came yesterday. He gets the idea quickly, grabbing your hips with two fingers and a thumb to press you harder into him. Without much contact, he’s already breathing heavily along with you.

You scoot back to pull your shirt off. Slowing down the motion, you watch as his jaw drops at the sight. He fumbles removing his own shirt, decaying it in the process. Like you suspected, he's hot. His baggy clothes covering how toned he is.

“F-fuck,” Tomura mumbles as you slide your shorts off. 

Without wasting time, you find your way back onto his lap. He looks up at you through messy hair, mouth agape and eyelids heavy. You take a second to run your hands over his abs and chest, memorizing the feel of every scratch and scar along the way. When you reach the hem of his sweatpants, you pull them halfway down his thighs along with his underwear. Running your fingers over his length, you give him a few firm strokes. He closes his eyes, hips jumping at your touch. Still grasping him in one hand, you line yourself up and little by little, you lower onto his surprisingly perfect dick. Reaching his base, you pause in amazement. Taking in how how perfectly he fits into you. If you’d known that, you would have stumbled into his room the first time you heard him moan your name while he touched himself at night.

Better late than never though.

As you should have expected, he cums almost immediately. Gripping your hips, his head falls forward as he chokes back a groan. 

“Ah shit,” he pants, “‘m sorry.”

After some reassurance that you take it as a huge compliment, he’s hard again and ready to go.

Once more, you slowly ease your way down him as he stretches you perfectly in the right places. Taking things slow, you lean forward and kiss him. His unruly hair tickles against your nose. He adapts to your slow movements quickly. Since meeting you, he’s gotten better at this, moving his lips gently to dance against yours. 

Emotions flood in, overwhelming you. He’s the grouchiest loser and the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. The symbol of fear who completely melts at the slightest bit of affection from you. His hands destroy everything he touches but you've never felt anything but safe with him. All of the details of Tomura conflict and make sense at the same time, forming into the complex person whimpering sweetly against your lips. 

You rock your hips into his, barely having to move to hit the sweet spot that sends warm tingles through your whole body.

“[y/n], fuck you feel so good,” he whines. 

“This what you imagined every night?” you tease, bouncing faster as your excitement grows.

“B-better,” he gasps. 

He looks so pretty like this. Flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips. He stares up at you with big red eyes, trying desperately not to cum again but you know he’s close.

Fortunately, you are too.

With another snap of your hips, you find yourself crumbling around him. Your movements stutter before slamming down to engulf all of him. This time it’s your turn to grasp his shoulders to keep yourself upright. He lets go at the sight, smashing his face into yours as you both moan into a sloppy kiss. Your breathing slows, you begin to come down, but your lips continue to trace over each other.

“I’ll be right back,” you kiss him again before pressing yourself from the floor to go clean up. You revel in the way he leans wantonly into your every touch, even when he’s on the verge of sleep. 

When you get back to his room, Tomura has collapsed into his bed, passed out from the evening. You’re not far behind. Climbing in next to him, he unconsciously wraps an arm around you.

Laying in his bed surrounded in bags of trash, stray legos, and energy drink cans, you realize you'll have to teach him about cleaning tomorrow.

Through the walls, you listen as everyone slowly trickles in for the night. One by one, they all make their way back to their rooms. 

But not you. 

This time you stay.

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[pdriesta]

a lifetime of us — 7

an —a series of blurbs from past or present, following the main couple from “a lapse of us"

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pedri had never been the type to care about valentine’s day.

it wasn't that he didn’t believe in love—if anything, he was proof that love could be all-consuming, overwhelming in the best way. he loved y/n with everything he had. he loved her on mondays when she stole his hoodies. he loved her on thursdays when she fell asleep on his chest during a movie. he loved her on sundays when she sang in the kitchen, completely off-key.

he didn’t need a specific day to show it.

y/n had never cared either. at least, that’s what he thought.

but now, standing in the hallway just outside the living room, he felt like an idiot.

it had started as a normal afternoon. they had some of his teammates and their girlfriends over, just hanging out, talking about nothing and everything. pedri had been in the kitchen grabbing something when he overheard the conversation shift.

"so, what are you and pedri doing for valentine’s day?" one of the girls asked.

y/n hummed, and he could picture the little shrug she did when she answered. "oh, we don’t really celebrate."

a pause. then—"wait, seriously?"

"yeah," y/n laughed a little, like it wasn’t a big deal. "he’s not into it, and i don’t mind. he loves me, right? he doesn’t need to prove it just on valentine’s day. he’s a dream. gets me flowers without asking, always remembers my favorite things. i’m good."

"but he’s literally obsessed with you," one of the girls said, sounding genuinely confused. "like, i’ve never seen a man more in love. he’s always all over you."

y/n let out a small, sheepish laugh. "i know, i know. he’s perfect."

"but?"

the question hung in the air, and for a second, y/n didn’t answer.

then, softer, "i’ve always wanted to celebrate."

pedri’s stomach dropped.

"why haven’t you told him?" another voice asked.

"because it’s not a big deal. he does so much already. i don’t want him to feel like he has to."

he stopped listening after that.

y/n had wanted to celebrate, and he had never noticed. she had let it go, let him believe it didn’t matter, because she never wanted to ask for too much. because she was always thinking of him.

pedri ran a hand through his hair, guilt twisting in his chest.

he was going to fix this.

pedri didn’t hesitate to pull out his phone. if there was one person who could help him figure this out, it was caro. she had always been like an older sister to him—teasing him, making sure he treated y/n right (even though he already did), and occasionally threatening him if he ever hurt her.

he put the call on speaker, rubbing a hand down his face as it rang.

"pedrito," caro greeted, amusement already lacing her tone. "to what do i owe the pleasure?"

he exhaled, leaning against the counter. "okay, so… hypothetically—"

caro snorted. "oh, this is gonna be good."

"hypothetically," pedri pressed on, "if someone found out their girlfriend actually wants to celebrate valentine’s day after thinking she didn’t, what should they do?"

there was silence for a beat. then—

"awh, pedrito," caro cooed. "all grown up."

pedri groaned. "caro—"

"no, no, this is sweet. you’re panicking, aren’t you?"

"i am not panicking."

"so what’s that sound? oh right, the sound of you panicking."

pedri sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. "caro."

"fine, fine." she hummed, thinking. "she’d love something simple. a romantic dinner, probably at home. you know how she is—she likes cozy, not over-the-top. and maybe a basket of her favorite things. you already know what she likes, so that’s easy."

pedri nodded to himself, already planning. dinner at home, her favorite things… that he could do.

caro’s voice softened. "don’t stress, pedri. she knows you love her. what better time to show it than on the day of love?"

he smiled, feeling some of the tension ease from his shoulders.

"you got this," caro reassured him. "let me know if you need anything."

"thanks, caro."

"anytime, pedrito. now go spoil my baby sister."

pedri paced around their home, glancing at the clock as the hours ticked by slowly. the quiet was unsettling, almost suffocating, but he kept his mind focused on the task at hand. he had been planning for this day for weeks, making sure everything was perfect for y/n. he wanted her to feel loved, cherished, like she was the only thing that mattered to him. he had subtly dropped hints this morning when they woke up, suggesting she go into the office for a bit longer, but it was more of an excuse for her to not find out what he was really up to.

after kissing her goodbye, pedri had busied himself with the last-minute details. gavi had arrived early, offering his help, though not without teasing. "man, this is a lot of work," gavi had said, laughing as he set up some of the candles.

"y/n's gonna lose it when she sees this. you sure you don’t want me to light the candles for you too?"

pedri chuckled, shaking his head. "no, i’ve got this. just make sure the petals are perfect. i want her to feel like she’s walking into a movie."

gavi grinned, rolling his eyes but agreeing. "well, i don’t know if it’ll be that dramatic, but you’re lucky i finished my stuff earlier. i’m off to celebrate my own valentine’s day now, but trust me—she’ll love it."

pedri couldn’t help but appreciate gavi’s genuine efforts, even if his teasing was relentless. as the hours went by, he and gavi had worked together, ensuring every corner of the house was lit by candles, with flower petals trailing in a soft, romantic path leading to the dining room. the air smelled sweet, like vanilla and roses, and it was as though the house had been transformed into something otherworldly. he looked around, hardly recognizing the space. it no longer felt like just their home; it felt like a dream.

finally, with everything in place, gavi had left, wishing him luck before heading out. pedri took a deep breath, standing in the middle of the room. it was just a matter of time now. the anticipation of seeing y/n’s reaction made his heart race, his stomach fluttering with excitement.

he adjusted the collar of his shirt, ran a hand through his hair, and checked the clock again. she would be here soon. he could already picture her face, the way her eyes would light up when she saw everything he had done for her. this wasn’t just about the romantic gesture; it was about showing her how much she meant to him. how much he loved her.

he looked around one last time before he heard the sound of her car pulling into the driveway. his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped into position, ready for the moment when she walked through the door.

after work, y/n stepped inside, expecting to be met with pedri’s usual warm embrace, the way he always pulled her close the second she walked through the door. but tonight was different. instead of him standing by the entrance, her eyes were met with a soft, flickering glow—candles. dozens of them, scattered all around their home, casting golden light against the walls.

her breath caught in her throat. this can’t be what i think it is.

cautiously, she stepped further in, her heels clicking against the floor as she followed the path of rose petals, her heart pounding harder with every step. her fingers lightly brushed against the petals on the table as she passed, the scent of roses filling the air, mixing with the subtle warmth of vanilla from the candles.

when she reached the dining room, her steps faltered.

pedri stood there, bathed in the soft candlelight, dressed in the suit that had haunted her thoughts since the day of his re-signing—an all-black ensemble that made him look impossibly good. the fabric hugged him perfectly, emphasizing every sharp line of his body, the open collar giving just enough of a tease. her stomach flipped violently, breath hitching as her eyes trailed up to his face. his hair was tousled just enough to make him look effortlessly perfect, his brown eyes watching her with something deep, something unreadable.

behind him, the room was transformed into something out of a dream. vases of roses lined every surface, gifts and balloons carefully arranged, the entire space looking like it had been plucked from a fantasy. it was everything she had ever imagined in her teenage years, the kind of love she had dreamed about back when love still felt like an unattainable fairytale. but this wasn’t a fantasy. this was real. and it was pedri.

her lips parted, eyes flickering between him and the room. “pedri… how did you—?”

before she could finish, he stepped forward, gently placing a massive bouquet in her hands. her fingers curled around the stems, overwhelmed by the sheer thoughtfulness of it all.

“i overheard you talking to the girls about valentine’s day,” he admitted, his voice low, intimate, as if this was a secret just for the two of them. “and i realized that i’ve been holding you back. you deserve to be celebrated every day, especially today.” his eyes softened, thumb brushing lightly over her wrist as he leaned in just enough for her to feel his warmth. “i wanted you to have everything you ever wanted.”

her heart clenched painfully in her chest.

pedri’s hands found her waist, pulling her against him, his touch slow and deliberate. she tilted her head up to meet his gaze, breathless.

“i do have everything i ever wanted,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “but this… this is even more.”

the words barely left her lips before he closed the distance between them, capturing her in a kiss that stole every thought from her mind. it was soft at first, slow and tender, but then he pressed in deeper, pouring every ounce of his love into her, making her knees weak. her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as his arms tightened around her waist, grounding her.

y/n pulled away just enough to catch her breath, her forehead resting lightly against his as a soft smile played on her lips. her fingers traced the lapels of his suit, still in awe of everything he had done.

in that moment, the world melted away and it was only them

"thank you for the bouquet," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loud would break the spell of the night. "for all of this. i don’t even know what to say, pedri."

he grinned, tucking a stray braid behind her ear. "you don’t have to say anything, amor. just enjoy it."

he stepped back, pulling out a chair for her, and she sat down, eyes widening when she saw the spread in front of her—her favorite meal, plated beautifully, still warm as if he had timed everything perfectly.

"you really thought of everything," she said, shaking her head in disbelief as he took his seat across from her.

"of course i did," he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. "wanted to make sure my girl was happy."

she laughed softly, warmth filling her chest as they started eating, the conversation flowing effortlessly between them. every bite tasted even better knowing he had done all of this just for her.

as they finished, pedri leaned across the table, his fingers grazing hers before he intertwined them together. "happy valentine’s day, mi vida."

she squeezed his hand, her heart swelling. "happy valentine’s day, mi corazon."

he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles before pulling her up and into another kiss—this one slow, deep, and filled with every unspoken word he didn’t need to say.

© PDRIESTA 2025

[novelconcepts]

i'm the same anon who asked abt the tattoo, so. you can be as controversial as you want, but could i ask why taivan is not as prominent/noticeable in comparison to shaunahat, or fanon ships? like, your opinion. because, genuinely, as much as i see their scenes and ppl cheering for them, idk, it's not as HARD and LOUD if that makes sense. thank you in advance!

I dunno about controversial--I'm never actively trying to be a shit-starter, I just. My honest take is twofold. One, people are definitely being steered by racism. I mean, I see that just in the way Jasmin is constantly under fire no matter what she does or says. This is a biracial Black queer person (noticed recently she's operating with she/they pronouns, playing in the gender sandbox, and good for them) who is clearly always working so hard to better their world and be a voice for the various minority groups she inhabits, and I feel like I'm just constantly seeing people be awful to and about them. Like, constantly finding excuses to set her aside, or send her the worst messages in the world, and I'm just like. Let this person live, for the love of Christ. The inability to not take unearned ownership of someone else's journey is...insane to me, but I feel like I see it constantly with her. So to have Taissa be this incredibly complex Black woman who is not always likeable, not soft and sweet and constantly striving for other people's approval--yeah, I'm not surprised the fandom ignores her. Furious! Always furious about it! But not surprised.

Van, too, gets set aside an awful lot, and that's obviously not about racism (although the interracial couple aspect is there). I think people are...so volatile about Van in ways that will never make sense to me. Half the time people are calling her a villain, the other half they're calling her boring, and in both cases, those people are just not watching the same show I am. Liv's performance is so nuanced and so carefully escalated, and Lauren is following suit; there is so much going on with this character, with Taissa's character, with their growth together and apart, and...yeah, I dunno, man. I think it's a lot of what Tai says onscreen in season one. They're not what people expect, or what people want them to be, so they get written off as "boring" or less appealing than the noncanon ships. Some of it is the racism, some is the complicated nature of gender and Van's butch qualities, and none of it makes sense to me because those aspects are so much of what I love about Taivan as a ship. Like. They are so real, so multifaceted, so good and so toxic for one another at the same time, and they are played by 3/4ths (at least, I don't know Ambrose's life) openly, proudly queer actors. DUDE. For me, that's the fucking dream.

THAT SAID. My other thought is a lot simpler. And that's just: what happens in canon belongs to the writers, and we get to share it. What happens in fanon belongs solely to fandom. The fanon interpretations of characters can be worlds away from the actuality of those characters onscreen, and I think there's a freedom there that a lot of people really love. Subtext has been the bread and butter of queer audiences for so long that I think a lot of viewers just naturally feel more comfortable in that space, reading between lines and making up the necessary filler as they go. It doesn't hurt that a lot of these characters are white and/or conventionally attractive, but I think it's more to do with...not needing to put the canon of it all at the forefront. Like I love Jackie/Shauna, I love Lottie/Nat, I live for Shauna/Lottie--but they're all subtextual relationships, to various degrees, and so I can just sort of...do whatever with them in stories, so long as I'm feeling the characters out. I personally have a preference for writing fic as close as I can to existing character profile/voice, but that's not for everyone, and I've noticed a lot of the fanon-born ships are...not simpler, necessarily, but simplified. Which, in turn, makes them more palatable. I dunno. I get it! I do. But I will never understand throwing aside the canon queer ship in favor of subtext. That just...ain't my bag.

And then I guess there's a third, less prominent idea of like. Who's the main character of the show? If you had to boil it all down, it's Shauna. She's the POV character, if we have one, from the start. So not only do you have the freedom of fan interpretation, but she's front and center a lot of the time just by the nature of the narrative. And then Natalie is probably the next "main" character, so...that speaks for a lot of the louder ships, I suppose. I'd really love to see more attention on Taissa for the same reason, since she's been at the front from the beginning, but...see above, i guess.

[unintentionaloracle]

Let's Try This Again [Fic]

(The Bloodline Doesn't Know Part Four/Finale)

(Part One, Two, and Three)

Happy Valentine's Day! Here it is! The end of the fic I did not intend to make a four parter (with part four being the hardest and with the most killed darlings) yet here we are!

Summary: In the wake of The Bloodline's explosion and Sami's secrets being revealed, Kevin calls on some advice. Sami reflects. And Roman, well... Can Sami get back what he lost? And will these men just...you know...talk to each other?

(Also I have mentions of Ambreigns (or would it be Moxreigns in this case?) but I kinda don't wanna tag it because...well, spoilers...(Trust me it hurt me too especially because I wanted to go more into it but pacing))

 They'd ran away to some no-name motel after the post-Hell In A Cell SmackDown, like an outlaw couple on the run. Kevin knew that was how everyone probably saw them. Bonnie and Clyde. (Or maybe Bobby and Clyde?) He'd carried Sami over the threshold and slammed the door behind him, locking it before dropping him on the bed before crawling atop his partner in crime. 

 (He wished he could've done this the night he saved him, but that damn medical team whisked him away too fast.)

 They kissed, Kevin knocking Sami’s damn hat away and gripping his lover's hair as best he could (he almost wished it was longer). Sami clung to him. As he moved on to kissing his neck, Sami went rigid, his nails digging into Kevin's back. He'd almost enjoy the sensation, if Sami hadn't let out an uncomfortable whimper. Kevin stopped immediately.

 “You don't want this?” Kevin asked.

 Sami shook his head. “I do want it. I want it so bad, baby. It's just...I still can't believe I did all that. Did you hear the crowd? No one's gonna forgive me...” He said.

 “Hey,” Kevin said, cupping his face. “I'm alive because of you. We're together again because of you. They may not love you, but I do. That's worth it, right? That's enough?” He asked, not sure where that last question came from.

 Sami looked into his eyes, his expression going soft. “Yeah. I've...I've missed you. I've missed us...” He stroked Kevin's face.

 Kevin smirked, grabbing his hand and kissing his wrist. “I’ve missed you, too. Besides, what has anyone else gotten you? Nothing. Stick with me, Sami. I'll give you everything: titles, the world,” he leaned into his ear and practically purred, “me. Do you want that?”

 Sami practically melted in his arms. “Yes~”

 Kevin fumbled with Sami's jacket and shirt, buzzing with excitement. Yeah, he'd manipulated him to get to this point, but he really did miss this. Him. After years apart, he finally had Sami in his bed again, looking at Kevin like the world began and ended with him. Damn, he couldn't wait another minute. Especially when Sami was putty in his hands like this.

 “Good,” he said as he rolled them both over, putting Sami on top, as he kissed him deeply. “Go ahead, you've earned this...”

---

 Kevin sat in the park a block from the arena, all cried out, watching dogs run around. He picked up his phone and redialed the last number he called. He'd been trying for half an hour, but no luck so far.

 “C’mon, pick up this time...” He huffed. The Prizefighter held his breath as the dial tone stopped.

 “Hello? Kevin?” Becky asked.

 A sigh of relief escaped his lips. “Hey, Becky. Glad to hear you...” He took a deep breath. “I need to talk to someone. And you might be the only friend I have left.”

 “What'd Sami do this time?” She asked, somewhat weary.

 “...Why do you assume it's Sami?”

 “You always get a certain tone when it's a Sami problem...” She said simply. “So...what'd he do?”

 Kevin huffed. He explained the whole situation to Becky. How Sami lied and said he was his inside man in The Bloodline. How they'd been hooking up behind closed doors whenever Sami would pass “information” along. How, apparently, Sami had been lying about the nature of their relationship to Roman: that they were merely secretly dating. How Sami possibly broke The Bloodline up (with Jey's help). And finally, how once Sami told him, Kevin stormed out of his own car.

 “He freaking lied to me, Becky! To my face! For weeks! I can't trust anything he said to me! That jerk was probably just using me for my hot body!” Kevin shouted over the phone. The passersby and their dogs all turned their attention to Kevin. He glared at them for being so nosy. They resumed their business.

 “I mean, it's true you're the hot one of the three of us...” Becky said, consolingly. “But what if Sami really did mean well? You know Sami. Guy's got a big heart...”

 “...But he's not as smart as he thinks he is.” Becky and Kevin said, in-sync. They shared a quick laugh.

 Kevin then sighed. “He still shouldn't have lied! Why would he need to lie!?”

 “I mean, lately you've been pretty...aggressive,” Becky stated.

 “What do you mean?”

 “Kevin, how many men's careers have you tried to end with a piledriver in the last few months?” Becky asked, sounding more like his exasperated mother than his possibly only friend.

 He didn't answer. For some reason, he felt a lot less righteous pride about it when Becky put it that way.

 “Uh huh.” She said.

 Kevin rubbed his face. “But still, he usually forgives me for that stuff! Even when I do it to him!” He said.

 “Yeah, because he loves you and you know it. How many times has he thrown away everything he had for you?”

 He looked down at his lap, feeling something he hadn't felt in forever: guilt. “...I love him, too. But he hurt me, Becky. At the end of the day, all I wanted was for him to pick me. To be by my side...”

 “Did you tell him that?”

 “No...”

 Becky took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m not saying you should forgive him, but you should at least tell him that. Maybe hear him out instead of storming out of your car...”

 Kevin groaned. “Ugh, and he has my title, too! He might be a goody two shoes and return it...”

 “Or not. I mean, you've been banging for weeks. If he was gonna steal it back for everyone...”

 “Good point...” Kevin relented. He especially remembered an instance where he had Sami wear the thing (in his underwear, he wasn't a certain influencer) while he took some spicy photos “for the road”. Sami looked so good in gold. Especially with the yellow strands of hair among his copper locks complementing it. He hated the length, but it made a beautiful halo around him on the pillow whenever he–

 Not the time! You're still mad at him! He thought.

 “So, what's your next move?” Becky asked.

 Kevin took a minute to think.

---

 Sami lost track of time as he still sat in Kevin's rental. He'd stopped crying, but he couldn't move. He just felt...numb. Everything had come crashing down on him all at once, and now everything he had was gone. His found family, his best friend/love of his life... All because he just couldn't stop.

 “I just wanted to keep you both...” He said to himself. “I didn't want to lose you, Kev. To hurt you again...but I wasn't ready to let them go...”

 There was a knock at the window. Sami nearly jumped out of his skin. “Kev, I'm sorry,” He said as he went to turn to the window. “I know you want me to–”

 “Hey, Sami,” Roman said, his expression intense but unreadable. “Got a minute?”

 Sami opened the door, practically spilling out the car. He got back to his feet. “Sure.”

 Roman glanced at the discarded Bloodline shirt on the ground. “Kevin took the news well?”

 “Of course he didn't...” Sami said, picking up the shirt. “You came back quick...”

 “I was gone for over an hour,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

 “For you, that's quick...” Sami awkwardly joked. He noticed a mark near the base of Roman's neck. Almost like...a bite? Roman seemed to notice he noticed and shifted his hair to that side to cover it. Sami tried to remember if Roman had had his hair up or down this morning...

 “You wanna know where I've been, don't you, Sami?” Roman asked with a sigh.

 “A little. You kinda stormed out on everyone...I'm sorry about what I said at the meeting, I just–”

 Roman held his hand up. “Don’t. I needed to hear it,” he said. “And I was with an old flame, actually. To talk.”

 Looks like you did way more than “talk”... Sami thought as Roman carefully sat on the hood of the car. He sat beside him. “Did you get back together?”

 “No. The man I wanted him to still be is dead. After we...caught up, we had a talk, and he made that very clear.” Roman said. “I should've known we wouldn't...”

 “Oh,” Sami said. “Roman, I'm so sorry...”

 “It's alright. I think seeing him was good for me. Like, closure, I guess? And he gave me a lot to think about,” he said, glancing at the sky. “Sami, I’ve got three questions for you.”

 “Go ahead,” Sami said, leaning back.

 “You love Kevin, right? Enough to say it?”

  He titled his head at the last sentence. “Of course I do!”

 “And he loves you?”

 “Roman, it’s why I decided to leave in the first place.” Sami said. “And I don't think he'd be this pissed if he didn't love me.”

 Sami could've sworn he saw Roman smile wistfully. “And you love the family?”

 “Yes! If I didn't, I wouldn't have come back! Why are you asking me all this?”

 Roman didn't answer. He just nodded. “Because, unfortunately, you can't quit The Bloodline...”

 Sami sat up, a mixture of grief and fury starting to stir in his heart. “Roman, what the h–”

 “... because as of today, The Bloodline is dissolved.”

 It took a minute for Sami to process. He then smacked Roman's chest, his hand stinging from the impact. “Stop doing that, you jerk!” He chastised as he shook out his poor hand.

 Roman laughed. “Sorry! But you should've seen your face! It was adorable!”

 Sami sulked for a moment. Then he looked over at Roman. “But why?”

 “I realized I’ve been living in the past too much, and I might be dragging you all down because of it. I don't want you guys to feel like you'll rot and grow to resent staying in The Bloodline because of me...”

 Sami caught what Roman said under his breath: “Like Mox said he would've if he'd stayed...”

 Oh... Sami thought, a little bewildered he’d go to Mox, given the prodigal Shield member's current mental state. No wonder you said he was dead...

 There was a pregnant pause. Then Roman took a deep breath.

 “Look, I know I don't really say it, or that I'm very good at showing it, but I love you guys. You, Jey, Jimmy, The Wiseman...hell, even Solo...”

 “And The Tongans and Jacob?” Sami asked.

 “Jury's still out,” Roman joked. “I'm sorry, for how I've treated all of you over the years. I want to try and make it right. Be better. And if that means I have to let you all go and do your thing...then I'll do it.” Roman put his hand on his shoulder.

 Sami felt a rush of joy. Without a second thought, he knocked the hand away and went in for a hug.

  To his pleasant surprise, Roman hugged back. And it was different from the hugs he'd come to expect from The Tribal Chief. There was no sense of a wall between them. No distance. No subtle hint of manipulation. No underlying fear he'd suddenly attack, like petting a lion. This was warm. Firm. Affectionate.

 “Seriously. I love you, Sami...”

 “Love you, too. But careful throwing that around. Kevin might get jealous...” Sami joked.

 Roman broke the hug. “If he hurts you after all this, I'll kick his ass.”

 “Appreciate it, but I need work things out with Kevin on my own.” Sami said.

 Roman shrugged. “Alright. Guess I gotta track down Jey and Jimmy to let ‘em know about The Bloodline, too.”

 Sami checked his phone. “Rhea texted me that she's at Waffle House with Jey...”

 She says he's in a better headspace, too...

 “...And last I heard from Jimmy, he was looking for Heyman at the arena.”

 “Damn. I need to talk to The Wiseman, too...” Roman said. “Well, I'm gonna go find him and Jimmy then, first. Good luck with Kevin, Sami. And everything.”

 “Thanks, Roman. Oh, and one more thing?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Just because we're not a team anymore, doesn't mean we're not family. If you ever need anything...”

 “Of course,” Roman said, genuinely smiling. “Same to you, Sami.”

 Sami smiled as Roman walked away, leaning back on the hood of Kevin's car, the cold air against his bare chest not even registering with him.

 “You're still here?”

 Sami sat up, dropping the shirt as he glanced over to see Kevin. He didn't seem pissed, but he didn't seem happy, either.

 “Sorry! I lost track of time! Plus, you took the keys, so I didn't want to just leave your car unlocked and unattended... I-I can leave now, if–”

 Kevin chuckled. “You know you could probably just lock the door before you close it, right?”

 “...Oh yeah...”

 Kevin shook his head, a small smirk on his face. “You’re ridiculous...”

 “So, do you still want me to go, or...?”

 “No,” Kevin said, glancing down at the discarded Bloodline shirt. He looked at Sami again, in a way Sami could've sworn was soft. “Stay. I want to talk to you...”

 That...gave Sami hope. Sami patted the hood of the car beside him. Kevin shook his head. “Too cold. We can talk in the car.”

 “You sure?”

 “Sami, you're either freezing or happy to see me right now,” Kevin said, nodding to Sami’s chest. He removed his gaudy hoodie and threw it over Sami's shoulders. “Let's talk in the car.”

 Sami blushed, covering his chest before putting on the (surprisingly warm) hoodie. Can't it be both? he thought as they returned to the car. Kevin turned the car on to warm it up to a toasty 68. Sami took a deep breath. “Do you wanna go first?”

 Kevin nodded. “Sami, I hate that you lied to me,” he said bluntly. “I didn't give a damn about the information. I just liked that I thought you picked me first. That you were on my side. I just wanted you, Sami!”

 Sami hung his head. “I just wanted you, too, Kev. I wanted to make you feel good. I know back when I thought the world was against me, all I wanted was someone by my side. You by my side. So I thought if I could give that to you, maybe I could fix everything. That this time I wouldn't have to choose...or break your heart. But I screwed up.”

 “You did.” Kevin said. Then he was quiet for a moment. “I wasn't there for you back then, huh?”

 “I know you tried to help, in your own way...”

 “Kinda like you did, now?”

 Sami chuckled bitterly. “I guess. And hey, apparently Roman's finally trying to be a better person. He ended The Bloodline. So maybe it was somewhat worth it. Now there's nothing to pull me away from you.”

 “Really? Do you think I'm gonna take you back that easily? You broke my heart again, Sami. The Bloodline being gone and Roman finally giving not being a dick a shot is nice, but doesn't fix everything. You know that!”

 “That’s true. And that's why I'm gonna do whatever it takes for you to love me again, or at least make things right by you. I don't care what anyone thinks. I don't care if Cody might drop me as a friend. Hell, I don't care if the only way to make it up to you is to eat a Package Piledriver as many times as it takes!”

 Kevin winced. “I wouldn't go that far...”

 “I just want to see you look at me fondly again. To talk about what stupid nonsense our coworkers are putting us through. To commiserate when we lose and celebrate when we win. To kiss you anywhere and anytime. To wake up knowing my husband is the first thing I'll see and I'll be–”

 “Wait. ‘Husband’, Sami?” Kevin said, awed.

 Sami's face burned. He didn't know how that slipped out. “One day, yeah...”

 Kevin turned a lovely shade of pink. “I mean, it might be a bit soon. We just had a fight, Sami...”

 “Oh.” He said.

 “But I think we can start again,” he said, stroking a strand of hair from Sami's face. “In the hotel room I booked for the weekend. For me and my boyfriend. You can start “making it up to me” there...” He said with a wink and a tongue click.

 Sami felt a weight shift from his shoulders. “Kev!”

 Kevin kissed him. Sami kissed back. As they continued, neither knew how or when Sami managed to climb across the center console and end up in Kevin's lap in the process. Not that they really cared that much.

 “Kevin?” Sami asked with a happy sigh.

 “You want to start making it up to me here in the car first, instead? Then the hotel?” Kevin asked.

 “I know I'm in no place to make demands, but...please~”

 Kevin smirked, reaching down and reclining the front seat as far as it could go, either to go for it there or make the backseat easier to reach. He gripped Sami's hips. “God, you make it hard to stay mad at you.”

 Sami smirked as he peeled off Kevin's shirt. The jacket Kevin had lent him hung off one of his shoulders. “Why do you think we keep getting back together?”

 Kevin gently slid the other side off, letting it collapse off of Sami. “Because I'm good at seducing you to get what I want...” He teased.

 Sami chuckled. “Yeah, well, it helps that you're cute,” he teased back before sending his lips crashing back into him, eager to properly kick off this fresh start.

 And for the first time in weeks, Sami felt no guilt.