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deadghosy · 2 months

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Can u write more of hc enderman reader? like one of the resident of the hotel spilled water on them bc enderman hate water and it hurts them, like how would the others react to seeing enderman reader get hurt by water😅

ENDERMAN! READER GETTING HURT

prompt: reader accidentally gets splashed by water. No one knew what could harm you until now.

CHARLIE

Charlie had told you a pipe busted in the bathroom as you nodded sighing with a slight croak teleporting. Leaving a bit of purple pixels behind as Charlie.

I’m not gonna lie, you didn’t know the pipe bust was so ugly. You scrunched your face up as you grabbed your tool box and opened it so you could grab your wrench and other needed.

As you worked in the damn pipe, the pipe fully combusted as water spills all over your body making your eyes widen. A huge screech erupts from your mouth as you spazzed out teleporting from the water as the water in your skin sizzles. You grip your arm and mostly body as Charlie runs to the room to see you panicking with glowing purple eyes.

“[READER]?!” Charlie yells shocked and concerned for you as she sees your skin practically boiling. She rushes to you and grabs a towel to dry you off as you screech having your jaw unhinged as you look away from her.

After she dried you off, you had to change clothes and stop working for 2 days as you had bandages on your arms mostly.

You still looked badass it’s just you had a frown like pout as Charlie apologizes a million times about how she didn’t know you could get harmed by water like that. But you calmed her down saying she didn’t know

And now every water duty was now alastor’s duty.

VAGGIE

I feel like vaggie would try to give you water not knowing it could harm you.

Idk how to explain this but she felt your head as you don’t feel well and she wanted you to drink water to cool down your heat from your body.

So what did she do? She grabbed you some water hoping you would take it but you didn’t want to as you shook your head no.

VAGGIE got tired of you “being stubborn” as she shoved the water in your face like she pushed the glass of water to your chest making the water spill onto your lap as you screech teleporting with a spazz.

You were teleporting left and right as vaggie then noticed your lap bubbling as you screeched with an unhinged jaw. Vaggie cover her shocked with her hand as you teleported away at least.

Vaggie then goes to Charlie as she tells her girlfriend what happened with you and how you let out a piercing screech that broke her heart.

She left terrible to harming you, but Charlie comforted her and was saying how she can fix this

Charlie takes vaggie to the kitchen as sir Pentious was there making something for the egg boiz who are hungry. She tells Vaggie, “how about making some cookies? I remember seeing them happy at some cookies.” And Vaggie nodded a bit

Few minutes later, vaggie had grabbed the cookies with a smile face on it. The smile faces were kinda ugly but they had effort as she walks to your room and knock on it. You open the door having your blindfold on as you stare intensely at her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know that water could harm you like that…I was being a pushy bitch wasn’t I?” She says awkwardly as you stand over her. It was a weird silence until she heard a deep chuckle

You laughed with a croak and nodded, taking the cookie. And everything went well after that

LUCIFER

For Lucifer, I feel like he would try to get you inside his duck boat because he just appreciates it as much as he appreciates you.

It all started one day when you were in the workshop with Lucifer as was making a captain and sailor boy duck when he remembered the duck boat you built for him.

“ENDY!” You jolted looking at your hyperactive friend as you stopped working on a box. Lucifer’s smile shows off his teeth as he had a pose that says “I HAVE AN IDEA!🤓☝🏾” Lucifer grabbed you by your broad shoulders and got close to your face.

“We should do a boat ride..like, like AN AMAZING ONE!” Lucifer was excited to hang out with you since you are his first friend that’s similar. You looks side to side as if you were in a cartoon and nodded for Lucifer to continue. He told you how cute and fun it would be to be in a boat ride with you as he just wants to hang out.

So imagine Lucifer picking up a 6’5 tall person who has a neutral face while the other has a gremlin happy face. He literally had a sailor hat on with a fit excited as he gets in the boat that’s ready to be sailed in the water. He waits for you as you just stand there shaking your head no.

“No.” You said flatly as Lucifer just sits there like. “What….” Lucifer was shocked as he raised a brow confused

It’s so cartoony as Lucifer is trying to drag you in the boat while you screech with an angry face “>:(“ LOL A SHORT ASS MAN AND A TALLER ONE FIGHTING😭🦆

Although Lucifer is stronger than you since you are quite just a creature and he is the king of hell. He pulls you but too hard as you fell in the water screeching in pain as your mouth unhinged. You literally start tweaking as you twitch before teleporting out the water and shaking.

Lucifer’s eyes widen as he immediately runs to see your body bubbling as you grip the ground in pain as you screech in pain still. Lucifer actually gets concerned as he uses his hand that has fire in it to warm you quickly as you are in pain.

After you dried off…it was an awkward moment as Lucifer had a sorry look, like a puppy that had just been kicked as he looks down ashamed at how you got hurt because of him. You looked at him through your blind fold and wrap your arm around his smaller figure close to yours.

His eyes widen as he feels your slight cold body as he still looks down. “I’m sorry for hurting you…”

“I’m okay..thanks to you.” You said as you teleported both of you and Lucifer back to the hotel so you can heal.

ALASTOR

You were walking with Alastor for a stroll when a sinner had poured out water from their window.

Alastor had asked you to do a stroll with him as you were working all day fixing things around the building. You didn’t want to at first but Alastor assured you he wanted you to be by him as he literally grabbed you by your lanky yet muscular arm and dragged you along the streets of pentagram city.

“Tell me my fellow specimen, do you like jazz?” He says as he smiles at you waiting for your answer. You thought about it as you remembered a person named “Steve” playing jazz once….it was quite catchy. So you nodded as Alastor nods with a hum.

As you guys walk a sinner had seen you by the radio demon and wanted to be a asshat as they grabbed some water and aimed steady seeing you and Alastor close to the window.

With the sinner having the balls to pour water, they poured it on you. Missing Alastor completely as he jolts shocked to see you covered in water. Immediately when the water hit your skin, you screech loudly gaining attention as a static ring in the sinner’s ears as your eyes glow purple.

You teleport and start to take blocks and piece of the house angrily as you were in pain. But the pain was so much in your skin you passed out before you could harm the sinner.

Alastor’s shadow catches your body with a frown as it takes you to the hotel while Alastor had worry in his eyes with his smile still there.

Alastor looks up at the sinner’s window with radio dials for eyes as the sinner cowardly hid from the sight of the radio demon but Alastor smiles sinisterly and walked ahead.

Alastor had hoped you were in your room regaining your strength.

It was the next day as you woke up feeling better as purple pixels surround your body as you see Alastor in your room watch tv. You sigh grabbing your working clothes ready to iron them and go in with your day.

You just stood there as the person’s house was on fire and on the news next day while you were ironing your clothes. Literally your face was like “:0” as Alastor sips his tea with a evil smile.

ANGEL DUST

I feel like for Angel, he would bring you to a club because you told him you never been to a club before. And some asshole poured water on you thinking you are ignoring them because they liked you.

You were walking to your room as your hair was disheveled from working as you were tired, accidentally bumping into angel who was on his phone. “Hey watch where you’re goin'…” you grumbled at him as you kept walking only for angel to grab your wrist concerned as you would usually screech when he pissed you off or even annoy you.

“Hey…somethin wrong buddy?” Angel says as you turn to face him. He sees your tired form and he puts his hand on your cheek. No fever. “Hmmm…” angel hums as you stand there not wanting to deal with his bullshit as you almost teleported away.

“Wait. How about you hang out with me? Maybe you could see what’s fun other than slavin' away and being tired all day babe.” You thought about it but then nod as you followed after the spider demon who smiles grabbing your hand.

As you guys go to a club Angel is dancing has he has a shot in his hand while you just stand there awkwardly staring at your formal friend who seemed to be having the time of his life. Angel sees you not dancing and pouts grabbing your hands and making you have a dance with him as you have your hands on his waist as you let out a soft croak confused

Angel and you had fun as you smiled for once and Angel smiled seeing you happy. You guys were thirsty so Angel had asked if you wanted anything. You paused and said probably [anything but water] and Angel nodded and left.

As Angel left, you start to think about how you didn’t feel icky and less motivated tonight as you had fun with Angel dust. It felt like you needed this. You need fun. And this is the best night of your life.

A female sinner had been staring at you from afar, liking your dark handsome body as she licks her lips and goes over to you. “Heyyy~” the demon says as she tries to look seductive to you. You didn’t even hear the lady as you couldn’t even hear shit from the blasting music.

The demon lady got mad a few seconds later, not hearing you say anything back and assuming you are just being a rude person not wanting to be talked to.

“JERK!” The female demon throws the water in your making you back away as it splashes you on your face. You screech gaining Angel’s attention as he sees the female sinner snickering walking away as he runs to you concerned seeing your face bubbling.

Angel panicked either comforting the damn bitch, or comforting you. He sucked in his breath and ran after the bitch who poured water on you…..

You can imagine how the fight went as the next thing that happened was Angel grumbling helping you stand up as he enters the club again. “Up you go bud…” Angel says as he walks limping a bit by your body mass against his.

You guys get back home safely as angel patches up your face a bit and lays you on your bed as you groan. Purple pixels surround your body as a static sound softly vibrates around the room. Angel sighs tired realizing how much he partied with you.

Later that night, Angel was beside your sleeping body as it heals with purple pixels surrounding your face. Angel sighs with slight concern as he snuggles against your body. Using your arm as his pillow.

HUSK

Kinda like Angel’s, a person spilled water on you because they a hater fr and they can’t help but be jealous 🤓🦆.

So what I have in mind is that there are residents in the hotel after the battle with the Angels, and like so you being the handyman you are. You were trying to fix the shower for a resident who had a drug problem.

Like you were just sitting at the bar when you get a notification from room 102 that there is an error with the shower head. You said bye to husk as he nodded staring at you with dilated eyes before his eyes went back to slits as he cleans glasses.

As you rolled up your sleeves ready to get down and dirty for your job, you had an uneasy feelings seeing how you heard pacing steps back and forth. You knocked on the door for it to only open to see a sinner who seems to be slightly uncomfortable.

They let you in as their head twitched a bit as you just stand there with a broken English sound, “hello.” You walked into the bathroom and started to see the shower head. It looked a bit sideways as you walked around the bathroom.

The sinner gets more nervous as you sit your tool box on the sink. Almost by their medicine bottle which made them tweak out at you.

The drug addict started to yell at you, accusing of you spying on them as they grip their hair and push you out of their bathroom. They even threw the pill bottle at you as you were just shocked seeing them spazz out at you like a bipolar disorder.

Husk must’ve heard some sounds of the yelling and you letting a Enderman sound as the cat demon grumble going up stairs concerned got you.

The next thing husk sees, was you getting thrown with water as his eyes widen with yours as you screech out loud holding your bubbling arm you used to cover your face.

Husk immediately rushed to you as he tries to dry it off only for you to let out soft groans in pain. Husk turns to the sinner angrily as a slight cat growl erupts from his throat seeing you hurt.

“Get the fuck out of here before I shove my foot up your ass…” Husk says as it seemed like he wasn’t joking as he pulled out his cards and gripped his fists.

The sinner jolted as they ran off with a scoff glaring at you and leaving the hotel for good.

After the sinner left for good, husk grabs an aid kit that’s in every room of the hotel and wraps your arm as you sigh confused by what you could’ve done to the person…..“Am I ugly?” You asked husk who scoffed

“You’re anything but that pal…cmon get up. You still got a place to chill at.” Husk says helping you up as you both go to the bar to chill.

PENTIOUS

He was trying to show you a weapon he that had water in it…

Like one day you were fixing a clock because you wanted to know the time, but Pentious wanted your attention as he grabbed your waist and took you to his room to show you his new weapon he was gushing over about.

You didn’t understand what was happening as you let out a slight croak with your face being like “😐”

As you got dragged to his room his egg boiz surrounded you liking your tall frame as Frank climbed to your head. You patted the pure egg as sir Pentious slithers through his room and runs through it to find the weapon.

Pentious explained how the egg boiz wanted a bigger water gun, so he gave them one. You could tell he was confused between real gun and a toy water gun as you stood there and nodded with a thumbs up.

He pulled out the gun which seemed to be some type of ray gun, but in a colorful summer way as you just tap it not knowing what else to think of it as frank hops off your back.

“Issssn’t it pretty?” Pentious says happily as he spins the ray around. “With my brains I didn’t think of anything else bu-”

Before he could even say anything else, he knocked into the button that activates the ray having the water hit you in the middle of your chest as your eyes widen at the burning sensation.

“SCREEEECHHH” you let out a painful scream as Pentious’s eyes widen with his egg boiz as they surround you worried about you.

Pentious sees you holding your chest as he unbuttoned your shirt to see a painful bubbling spot of where the water weapon had hit you.

He gasped as he immediately got up and yelled for Charlie to come help you as the egg boiz kept you company

Tbh I can imagine a funny moment after this of Enderman! Reader sitting up still having a blank face having wrapping around their chest as pentious sniffles with teary puppy eyes.

“It’s okay…..” you said in a quiet broke English voice as it was raspy as well. You patted his head as your chest had the wrapping bandage on it. Sir Pentious wraps his tail around your waist as he snuggles up to you

NIFFTY

She was dust cleaning and accidentally knocked a cup of water on you. Like you were basically relaxing after a hard day of working.

You was by the bar and so was she dusting away with her wide smile. She said hi to you as you nodded acknowledging her presence as you just sat relaxing.

As you sat there, she accidentally knocked over a glass of water or so and it splashed all over your hand which made you jolt with a screeech. Husk looks over to see you hissing at the burn your skin got as she get an aid kit for you. This made husk not phased a little as nifty moves away from you ashamed that she harmed you.

After husk had fixed your hand a bit, you had to go to your room to recover as it is was build by you to help you heal better. It is filled with some blocks where you are from so you could heal better.

As you stayed in your room, nifty sniffled sad that you left to your room thinking you were mad at her

She went to Charlie or Alastor and asked for advice as she didn’t know what to do next as she couldn’t just walk in on you trying to heal.

So she went to both and they both gave her a different response, “Maybe you should apologize and give them a get better card?” “Hmm…I’m not good at these kinda things.”

So nifty got to work as you slept off the pain in your hand as you didn’t know what was happening down stairs.

At the end of the day, nifty made you a get better card as you picked it up with your bandaged hand with a soft gaze of your purple eyes. You let out a soft Enderman croak as you pinned it to your wall

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creedslove · 9 months

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JOEL TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU HAVE A MIGRAINE 🍓 - HEADCANONS

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: Guess what: I had a migraine and suffered double because it was no only the pain in my head but also the pain in my heart for not being Joel Miller's wife 💔

Migraines weren't unusual for you: whenever your period was coming, you would suffer from it at least for a day, sometimes two

It was also a sign that baby Miller wasn't there, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, you and your husband Joel had discussed the possibility of having a baby and came to the conclusion you wouldn't try but if you ended up pregnant it would be good as well

And as usual when you had your migraine you took a few pills that didn't work at all, so you did your chores like you normally did because the sooner you started them, the sooner you would finish them

You didn't have energy to cook dinner for your handsome husband and though you wanted to take care of him, you also needed to take care of yourself, so you just baked a chicken pot pie and left it in the oven so it would be warm when he got home from work

You grabbed one of Joel's shirts from the wardrobe and put it on, lying in bed and hugging his pillow so you could try to sleep your migraine off surrounded by his scent

When Joel got home, it wasn't very late, but it was already dark and he thought it was very odd there were no lights on in the house. Perhaps you could have gone out to run some errands but then you would've texted him and he checked his phone and saw no missing calls or texts, and your car was in the driveway

He stepped inside and called your name, having no answer, maybe you were asleep, though he knew you never went to bed that early, he climbed upstairs as silently as possible and found a wave of relief when he saw you asleep

Joel hadn't told anyone other than Tommy and you, but he found out Sarah's mom had left when he arrived home from work and found his daughter peacefully asleep in her crib while her mom had simply gathered her stuff and disappeared leaving only a shitty note telling him to take care of their baby

And since then, a small part of him feared coming back home to an empty house after being dumped by the woman he loved. Again.

He sat on the edge of the bed and caressed your hair gently; he didn't mean to wake you up but you were looking so lonely and fragile even in your sleep, he knew something wasn't right

"What's wrong baby girl?"

"I have a migraine, Joel"

You answered him in your low voice, your eyes still half closed as you hugged him and let his big hands caress your hair, your face and your body

"I'm sorry I didn't make dinner, but there's chicken pie in the oven, I hope it's enough"

Enough? Joel wanted to burst out laughing, you had taken your time to bake him a pie that was more delicious than his own mother's - and she should never know that - even if you were in pain and you were apologizing and worrying it wasn't enough for him? He didn't even know if he deserved you in the first place, you were definitely too good for him

"It's wonderful baby girl, everything you do is amazing, you should relax, I'll be back later"

Joel kissed your lips gently and placed a soft peck on your forehead, covering you with a blanket and went to do his own stuff

Joel kept silent while having dinner, showering and watching some TV. When he felt tired he went upstairs with a glass of water and some headache pills just in case you needed them

He got under the blankets and quietly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer and falling asleep

Later that night, Joel would wake up to the bed empty, he would see the pills and the glass of water were gone, so he goes downstairs and finds you eating a slice of your pie. You explain you felt hungry and he feels better knowing that your migraine was closer to its end now that your appetite is back since you get very nauseous during your crisis

He makes sure you drink a lot of water and washes your plate so you don't have any trouble

He sits on the couch with you and decides to give you some clit rubs, hoping it will help you forget about the pain

It does but you are now so wet and needy for him, he decides to eat your pussy, enjoying the fact it's just the two of you at home

Once you cum for him, you try to please him, but he assures you he doesn't want to, as you both can enjoy once you are feeling better

You and Joel go to bed and you fall asleep in his arms, knowing you would feel much better once morning came, because you had a loving husband who takes care of you just like you take care of him ❤️

_____

A/N: I spent my whole day yesterday struggling with a headache and I know my life would be a lot easier if Joel was my husband 🥺😭

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teal-fiend · 3 months

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Party Trick

A uni student pred goes to a party. The group Find out he’s a pred. They want to see it for themselves.

Content: intoxication, fatal vore, pred pov, digestion, willing prey

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It was a late night, I was in my dorm, rewriting notes under the yellow light of my desk lamp. I copied my scrawlings from the lecture in perfect, even strokes.

I finished the page, and took a sip of coffee that had gone cold. I felt a hungry growl from my stomach. I’d gotten distracted by my work and neglected to have dinner. I lit a cigarette. Another distraction from hunger.

As I was drifting off in thought, indulging in the cheap satisfaction of a nicotine high, the phone rang. It was an odd hour to call, still I answered it.

“Rowan speaking” “Ro,” I heard laughter in the background, “where are you?”

Alice had invited me to her party, I’d completely forgotten about it, too busy with my studying.

“I’m at home.”

“Get your scrawny ass over here now!” She shouted over the ambiance of the party.

I thought I’d done enough work for the night, and I did want to go. “Alright,” I said loudly. She said something incoherent and then hung up.

I didn’t want to arrive sober, especially since I was already late, so I took a few long swigs from the bottle of whisky I kept in my room, then I put it in my satchel bag, along with my cigs.

I felt a wave of light nausea and dizziness after the alcohol settled in my empty stomach. I hoped they had food at the party, because otherwise I’d be in for a rough night.

I checked myself in the mirror before heading out. There were dark circles under my eyes, behind my tawny glasses. And my hair was deranged. I smoothed it down, I adjusted my collar, and smoothed down my dress shirt as well.

I arrived at Alice’s not twenty minutes later, I fumbled with the gate’s lock, and watched my step as I ascended the stairs.

Alice greeted me, leaning against the doorframe, “Rowan’s here!” She exclaimed, drunk, happy, willing to share that with me. A few other party guests cheered when she said this, partially excited to see me, but mostly wanting something to cheer about.

I entered the house, the windows were foggy from the warmth of the bodies inside, drinking, talking, there was a stereo playing. Alice had a pole in her living room, and a tall boy was swinging around on it like a gymnast, even still with a bottle of gin glued to his hand.

I drank too, and was offered someone’s weed pipe, which I took a few introspective puffs from. I was still hungry, my drunkenness was less energetic like the rest of them, and more forlorn. The weed kicked in and I was content to feel sorry for myself.

I found myself on a leather couch, in a conversation, but not able to pay much attention to it. The party was winding down, I was nestled in, we all were, in something of a circle.

They were trying to get my attention.

“Rowan,” a blonde girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember asked, “is it true?” “Is what?” I asked dully.

A boy, Peter, who was sitting next to me answered, “that you’re a predator?”

I did not expect that question. “Uh, yeah,”

Alice asked, “what does it mean?”

“It means he eats people.”

“I haven’t done it in a while,” I said, and it was true, “I don’t even know if I still can.” Less true, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

“Why do you do it?” “I get hungry sometimes,” I explain, “It’s just something I can do, I guess,”

“Are you hungry now?” Peter asked.

“How did you learn how to do it?” Said someone else

My stomach made a protracted, implicatory growl. Its timing got the attention of everyone in the circle.

“You are hungry,” the blonde girl said, mystified.

“You should consume someone here… that would be fucking crazy.”

I laughed self consciously.

“Wait, should we actually?” Alice asked, with genuine interest.

I felt a nervousness in my chest that was compounded by the pot. This could be a possibility... Everyone was drunk, high, and eager to see something they hadn’t seen before. My mouth watered at the realisation; the suggestion of a meal. I swallowed quickly.

“Maybe,” I said slowly, I didn’t want to seem too eager, But I’d never before eaten prey while high, and the idea was growing on me.

“Okay, if we did, who would it be?”

No one volunteered, and I was let down, and a little embarrassed.

But then Peter said, “I would,”

Everyone hyped him up for that, and I felt my heart flutter concerningly. I hoped it wasn’t arrhythmia (it’s happened before).

Peter. I had never looked at him that way before. He usually wore glasses, but he wasn’t tonight. He was a good student, but not driven, not obsessive like me. I had never once considered him as my prey, but in the moment it was starting to make a lot of sense.

I had that thing that happens sometimes when you’re high, the time distortion, when you suddenly remember everything you did at once. Probably the weed making things seem more significant than they were, but I began to believe that everything I had done today was leading up to this moment.

I watched him curiously. His soft brown hair might give me trouble, but his clear (if not alcohol flushed), smooth skin… He had an edible vibe to him. He wouldn’t be too demanding on my stomach.

And he had a healthy, organic aroma. Like he’d showered recently, but wasn’t wearing cologne.

Alice giggled.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“Dude,” another guy chimed in, “you’re looking at him like he’s a ribeye or something,”

My face flushed. Peter grinned.

“Damn, okay,” Alice said, “do it then”

Peter turned to me. My predatory side was more than eager to have him, but I couldn’t help but wonder what my professor would think of me, eating one of my fellow students.

But then his hands were in my mouth, and I remembered how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten in hours, I’d studied hard all day, the marijuana didn’t help with the cravings either. He tasted incredible, the vibrancy I was able to experience, no meal I’ve had sober could compare even remotely.

Still I knew people were watching, so I tried to be cool about it. The prey dropped into my stomach and the reward chemicals in my brain made my body feel like butter. I fell apart.

The blonde girl felt my stomach through my dress shirt, which was riding up since my stomach had become engorged. She noticed how my belt was digging into my gut, so she undid it for me.

The group cooed at me, gathering around, marvelling at the sight in front of them. The other guy, a redhead, I didn’t remember his name either, he unbuttoned my shirt in order to get a clear look at me.

I closed my eyes and leaned back, offering my belly up for their inspection. Their many hands were on me, driven by morbid curiosity, pressing gently, tentatively testing my boundaries.

When the prey, Peter, started moving under my skin they gasped in surprise and fascination.

When I had my first prey, I was as interested in the visuals as they were. It was so strange to see my body change so much to accommodate my meal, and watching it squirm, pressing out against my own skin, it used to engross me. But now I was more intent on the sensations happening where I couldn’t see. Inside my stomach, I felt the prey at every point of contact on my internals. The friction caused by his wriggling invigorated my stomach. I swore I could feel the acids and enzymes being squeezed out with every press.

What’s more the prodding and patting that my audience was doing from the outside… I was being stimulated from every direction. It was almost too much. I kept my eyes closed.

I stretched languidly, smirking in content. I basked in the attention which was itself perhaps more enjoyable than the satisfaction of the meal. I relished in their enthrallment, these prey doting on my predatory body, witnessing me annihilating one of their species. It was a dark, existential event for them to indulge in, but by the way they kneaded into my belly, they seemed to be enjoying it more than I was.

We were all high off our shit - I can’t imagine how Peter was doing in there, enveloped in a vacuum sealed, warm bag of flesh which teethed at him, unrelentingly. And then his friends on the outside, poking at him with almost scientific inquisition, playing with him like highschoolers at a frog dissection.

And for Alice and the two others, I was reminded of this psychedelic festival I was told about, where they had sensory boxes, filled with sand, or slime, any interesting texture that a tripped out party-goer could appreciate. I’d imagine my belly was having that effect on them; it was warm, doughy in places, but firm. It moved like it was alive, shifting unfathomably beneath their hands.

Wait, does that mean I’m the sensory container? The thought made me feel strange.

Despite being stoned out of my mind, my digestive system went forward with its treacherous work. I heard a noise that sounded like someone was washing the dishes, and draining the sink. I wondered how the hell someone got a sink into the living room, when I realised the sound was coming from my stomach. The blonde girl pressed her head against my gut, and the others took their turn as well, listening to my drunken body digest our friend.

I heard a door open, and footsteps coming towards us. Whoever it was said “what the fuck is going on in here?” Before promptly leaving. I thought that was the funniest shit ever, and I tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle a laugh.

It was contagious, we all lost our shit for a minute. Laughing uncontrollably at the situation.

The ginger guy said, “ah man, Peter,” talking to my stomach.

Alice pushed with her shoulder on my lower belly, pushing it up further to my chest - my breath hitched - before releasing the hold, hearing it slosh as it settled back into position.

“Your tummy’s really heavy,” she sighed.

“What were you trying to do?” I asked, suppressing a belch due to the disturbance of my stomach contents.

“Move you onto the couch again.”

“I can get up on my own.” I couldn’t. I was pinned down and too inebriated to find any strength or balance.

“You’re so sleepy,” the guy said.

“Aw, sleepy Rowan,” the other girl sympathised.

It wasn’t so much sleepiness, but I couldn’t even begin to explain it to them. My conversational skills were not so finely tuned at the present moment.

The three of them got stuck into the task of covering me with blankets, quilts, and pillows from around the home. I was draped in what I think were hand towels as well, which confused me, but they were doing their best.

I was strangely comfortable under the pile which was stacked atop me.

All the lights in the house were turned off, and I thought they left me alone, but I felt at least one, maybe 2 bodies next to me, or maybe I was imagining things.

As I fell into unconsciousness, I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to regret it in the morning.

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svt-nari · 8 months

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20230819 | weverse live 🌟

warnings: none, just nari talking to her beloved carats and having a great time. not proofread and not sure of how many words this is, i got a little carried away 😋

“hello~ how are you~?”, nari started her live, her voice soft as she had oreo on her lap. “i was bored and i missed you, so i decided to start this broadcast!”, she clapped softly, a smile on her face.

carefully, the girl brought a bowl of noddles and chopsticks on-camera and put it on the table in front of her, adjusting the phone so the bowl wouldn’t cover her. as the cat started to meow, nari’s hand went back to its fur to pet it once again.

“let’s talk, do you want to ask me anything?”, she asked, taking a bite of her food after. “hm… ‘did you see what happened with s.coupsie?’… well, yeah. i was there,” she took a sip of her water. “i was so scared when i saw it, like, it was so scary. i feel bad for him, i just got home from his house, i’m trying to help him feel better so you don’t have to worry too much!”, she giggled. “‘nurse nari is on the way!’, yeah, exactly! that should be my new nickname nowadays.”

she put her chopsticks on the table and got up briefly to get some napkins. as she sat down, she got oreo back on her lap and started to talk once again.

“i almost cried with cheollie, i felt so bad.”, she sighed, pouting a bit. “you know when you wish you could take the pain away from someone, and instead put it on you? yeah, i was feeling it.”, oreo jumped from her lap, making nari giggle. “i held his hand when he started to feel the pain, i was with him the entire time.”, the girl smiled softly.

she started to eat once again, humming when she ate a piece of meat out of the bowl. her cheeks got bigger as she chewed the food, making the 27-year-old look even more adorable — as if her bare-face, the glasses and the oversized shirt weren’t lovely enough already.

“i was so hungry, it’s my second meal today.”, she confessed, eating. “i know it’s wrong, but i forgot to eat until my belly was hurting.”, as she swallowed her food, nari cleaned her mouth. “‘don’t do that again, miss hwang!’, sorry, sorry! i promise i won’t!”, nari raised her hand in surrender.

getting the chopsticks back, nari took more bites of her food, glancing at the phone and giggling every once in a while, until she went back to answering the chat.

“‘how are you feeling about the upcoming tour?’”, she read out loud. “i’m excited, nervous and sad at the same time.”, nari sighed. “i don’t know how i feel doing it without coupsie, i mean, i didn’t like it before and it’s even worse now. coupsie is our- my rock, it’s weird without him.”, she pouted. “and i miss seungkwanie too, he makes me laugh whenever i’m down and not seeing him whenever i want is sad.”, oreo came back to her lap and nari waved his paw softly towards the camera. “hello~ i’m oreo~,” she giggled. “seungkwanie! hi! how are you, my baby boo?”

‘never say that again, hwang nari. but i’m fine, sorry for making you upset 😞’

“no! no, it’s not your fault! don’t feel sad.”, she pouted. “i just miss you, hope you are well and healthy! come back to me soon, i need to laugh more. the others’ attempts aren’t good enough.”

‘i know that im irreplaceable and don’t worry, i’ll come back soon! love you, stay healthy too! fighting~ ❤️’

“fighting, kwanie! drink lots of water, stay well~”, nari posed a heart for the camera and sent it a flying kiss. “it’s so fun when the members interact on my lives, i really like it!”, she drank her water once again. “take notes to those who never interacted…”, she glared at the camera playfully.

suddenly her phone started to ring, so nari quickly got it from the table to see who was calling her. unsurprisingly, it was her boyfriend – who never misses any of her lives.

“hello?”, she said, putting the phone on speaker. “say hi to our babies.”

“hi oreo, hi odie~,” seungcheol softly said.

“not those babies!”, nari whined. “to our carats, they already miss you!”

“hi carats!”, he giggled. “i already knew it wasn’t them, but i wanted to tease you.”

“you are so mean!”, she pouted. “see how he treats me, guys? he’s so mean, even when i care for him he’s a meanie!”

“don’t be like that, some minutes ago you were confessing how you can’t live without me~”, he teased her in a playful voice.

“you just called to tease me or what?”, she asked sassily, taking another bite of her food.

“no, no! when did you get so savage?”, he laughed and nari quietly sang in the background ‘oh my god, don’t you know i’m a savage?’ making him laugh once again – which made her laugh too. “whenever i call you in-front of a camera it’s always a mess.”

nari nodded, completely agreeing with his statement. the last time they did this, nari has tears in her eyes from laughing too much and her belly had started to hurt. she had to end the live because she wasn’t feeling too well due to her laughing fit.

“yeah, i still remember my bellyache…”, she sighed before brightening up once again. “kwanie passed by in the comments to say hi, did you see it?”, he hummed. “i miss him a lot.”, she pouted.

“i saw it, he misses you too, i’m sure.”, he comforted the young woman. “you really spoil him a lot, people will start to think that you like the maknaes more than me at this point.”

“well…”, she whistled. “that’s not exactly a lie…”

“ya!”, he whined. “and you have the audacity to say that i am a meanie!?”

nari giggled and threw her head back, the comments going crazy because of their interaction. though, the couple didn’t really pay them much attention as they were focused on each other — which made the moment a hundred times more cute.

“it’s funny to tease you.”, nari sighed, taking a quick sip of her water. “but you know i love you, coupsie~”, she said in a cute tone.

the man laughed, completely enamored on the other side of the phone. she was sure that his ears were red by this point.

“okay, okay. i guess i love you too…”, he pretended to fake gag, making nari scoff and him to release another giggle. “i’ll hang up for now, take care okay?”

“i should be the one to say that.”, she whined. “i’ll call you later, sleep well, it’s late~”

“you too, don’t stay up for too long.”, he yawned. “love you.”

“love you too.”, then she hang up the phone.

nari got up briefly once again to take her dishes to the kitchen, taking advantage to stretch her limbs as she’s been sitting for quite a long time and for the comments to die down a bit — their interaction got it going feral.

“i think i’m a bit tired now…”, she yawned. “will you be mad if i decide to end the live now? i promise to do another one soon and not stay too long without doing it again!”, she quickly added, remembering all the carats begging her for a live because it had been three months since her last solo one.

as she received positive reactions, nari interacted for three more minutes before calling it a day and deciding to end the live, getting oreo back on her lap to end it properly.

“bye bye, carats!~”, she waved his paw to the camera. “sleep well and take care, i love you~”, then, the screen darkened with the image of nari smiling as the background.

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lenievi · 10 months

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Spones Day 2023 fic

Canon divergent universe where TMP never happened. Takes place a few years before TWOK (but if TWOK happens is in the stars). Kirk has retired from Starfleet (just so you’re not confused), because I like that tidbit from Generations.

#McCoy didn’t know they were dating #first kiss #strangely proactive Spock

~1000 words. | G

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The door to the Transporter Beam-up Center opened, and mixed groups of various species started to come out. McCoy moved to the side to not stand in their way, his eyes scanning the crowd for Spock’s familiar face. It was a few minutes before he heard, “Doctor McCoy.”

McCoy startled. “I need to buy you a cowbell.”

Spock lifted an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been saying that for years, Doctor, and I’m still waiting.” He raised his hand, fingers spread in a Vulcan salute. “We meet again.”

McCoy blinked and looked at his hand. His third finger quivered as he tried to connect it with the fourth one, hoping to form a V, but with no success. He gave up, shaking his fingers a bit, relieving the slight pain in his ring finger. One day, one day, he would succeed.

Spock held out his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

McCoy glared at him. “You could’ve done it from the beginning.” He clasped Spock’s hand, soaking in the warmth he hadn’t felt for three months. “How was the trip?” He let go.

“Commanding a ship full of cadets on their training voyage is hardly a trip, Doctor.”

“You visited Vulcan before that, didn’t you?”

Spock gave a stiff nod. “Sarek sends his regards.” He beckoned toward the exit. “Shall we?”

Spock led him to a nearby restaurant.

Even after three years, it still felt odd whenever Spock invited him out. Sometimes to a science or technical museum, sometimes to a restaurant, sometimes to an arboretum. Just the two of them. If anyone had told him that ten years ago, five years ago, hell, even three years ago, he would scoff and tell them not to drink anymore. But Spock kept reaching out, and McCoy kept saying yes.

“Have you spoken to Jim recently?” McCoy asked after they ordered. He kept his eyes on the tabletop, not wanting to see Spock’s judging expression.

“Not since before my trip to Vulcan,” Spock said. “He acquired a dog.”

McCoy raised his head. “Jim has a dog?”

“His name is Butler.”

McCoy blinked.

“You would know that if you called him,” Spock said, his eyes piercing.

“Well…” McCoy wet his lips. “He could call me.”

“You informed him rather vehemently you didn’t want to see him unless he comes out of retirement.”

“You can’t tell me you think he can just live on a farm in Idaho and be happy.”

“That is not for us to judge.” Spock sipped his tea. “He appears to miss you.”

McCoy’s stomach did a funny flip. He reached for his glass of water and clasped it in both hands. His argument with Jim was ugly, and they hadn’t seen or talked to each other for two years.

“So, uhm…” he started but was saved by the waiter bringing their meals. The plates were placed, and McCoy grabbed the utensils. He should not think about Jim. Spock had always made it clear that they should resolve it themselves and did not wish to discuss it.

“It’s good to see you, Spock,” he said instead.

Spock smiled.

They dug into their meals.

“My father offered me to work with him and accompany him to Ensis,” Spock said between bites.

McCoy frowned. “You want to leave Starfleet?”

“It would not immediately come to that, but it is an option I am considering.”

First Jim. Now Spock. McCoy had stayed in San Francisco because he wanted to stay close to them. Then Jim left. He stayed because Spock would have someone welcoming him back whenever he left on a training voyage. He stayed because… because he…

He swallowed.

“I wanted to ask for… your opinion,” Spock said, his eyes focused somewhere behind McCoy’s shoulders.

“My opinion?” McCoy put down his utensils. He didn’t feel hungry anymore.

“I have… always appreciated your company, Doctor.” Spock frowned. “Leonard.”

McCoy's heart skipped. He didn’t remember the last time Spock used his name.

“In the last three years, perhaps before that, the appreciation evolved, changed.” Spock looked him in the eyes. “I do not enjoy the thought of not seeing you for months.”

McCoy didn’t know what to say. His mind was flying at warp speed. The almost realization a minute ago. Every time Spock invited him to go somewhere. Every time McCoy invited Spock to his apartment, sharing meals, cooking together. The soft brushes of their shoulders, as they passed each other in McCoy’s narrow kitchen. The soft brushes of the back of their hands, as they walked down the streets or halls of the museums. Spock’s fingers on his elbow, demanding his attention. So common, so frequent that he didn’t even notice them anymore.

“Are we dating, Spock?” McCoy blurted out.

“As there hasn’t been an official agreement, we are not.”

“Do you want to?” McCoy asked before he could think about it.

The tips of Spock’s ears darkened. “That was the matter I wanted to discuss today. In order to answer my father’s offer, I first needed an answer from you.”

“Why?”

“I have already told you. I would have… missed you.”

McCoy could not hold back his smile, his cheeks growing hot.

“If you did not answer positively, creating a physical distance between us would be a logical thing to do.”

“The distance wouldn’t help,” McCoy murmured.

“Perhaps.” Spock inclined his head. “But it appears we do not have to test it.”

“But your father –”

“My father is aware.”

McCoy opened his mouth and closed it. “You…” He wet his lips. “You talked about us with Sarek?” Us. There was an us.

“My father thinks highly of you,” Spock said. “Mother too. She’d like it if you accompanied me next time I visit Vulcan.”

McCoy blinked.

“You don’t have to give me an answer today.” Spock bit his lower lip. McCoy hadn’t seen that habit in years. “But I would like to kiss you.”

McCoy nodded, lost for words. His heart beat loud in his ears. He raised his hand.

Spock leaned across the table and pressed their lips together.

#spones #sponesday2023 #sponesday #leonard mccoy #spock #my writing #i finished something \o/ it's probably not as good as my other stuff but it's very self-indulgent and despite me complaining all the time #i had fun writing it #even though it's very dialogue heavy and would probably benefit from some introspection but... not today #spock likes mccoy and wants to make it official... basically #hopefully in a spock way but i took liberties #i normally don't care because i'm normally confident but if you leave a comment i'm gonna love you forever <3

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munsonownsmyass · 1 year

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In Vino Veritas

Matt Murdock x reader

Summary: sometimes alcohol can make us do stupid things or say things we never meant to say.

Notes: This is from THIS ask from @mattmurdocksscars and I kinda did a spin on the ask, hope that's okay 😉🩷

And yes. I know it's Karen in the pictures, they just fit so well with the story 😆🙈

Warnings: None, except mentions of alcohol and being drunk. Fluff.

He hears you long before you enter the living room. The heavy groan over the sun hitting your eyes and your whimper as you sit up on the bed, every limb and joint hurting. But mostly just your head, he assumes.

What should have been just a little celebratory drink at Josie’s over your new job, had turned into an all nighter that had ended at your place with an after party. Matt had tried cleaning to the best of his abilities, now standing in the kitchen as you stumble out of the bedroom.

“Ugh, sunlight!” You groan, hissing like a vampire, causing Matt to chuckle. You walk up to him, throwing your arms around him for a hug. Happily, he embraces you, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I’m never drinking again.” You mumble into his chest, making him chuckle again.

“Not until next time.” He counters with a grin, but all he gets in return is a soft punch to the side. With a soft kiss on the top of your head, he breaks away from you. “Hungry?”

“Starving.” You say, watching him turn back to the pans on your stove. Your head is still pounding, so you take some painkillers, gulping them down with a lot of water.

“How drunk was I last night? I can’t even remember how we got here.”

“You were wasted, sweetheart.” Matt smiles, gesturing for you to sit down as he plates the breakfast for you both. “It was your idea to come here. Afterparty.”

“Oh… How many were we?” You ask, taking a bite of your scrambled eggs. You moan, always amazed at how excellent a chef matt was, despite his blindness. He was even better than you, so you loved every time he’d cook for you.

“You, me, Foggy and Karen. Some of your friends.” He answers, pouring some juice into your glass.

“And did I… Do anything stupid?” You ask nervously, not even sure you want the answer. Whenever you have a blackout like this, you fear the worst. There were certain things you didn’t want your best friend to know.

Matt just sighs, looking down at his plate as he remembers the night before.

You plop down next to Matt outside on the little terrace, as the others remain inside. Leaning against his shoulder, you sigh happily.

“There you are. I missed you.”

“I was gone for 5 minutes, sweetheart.” He grins, kissing your forehead. You just turn to look him in the eyes, smiling wide.

“I always miss you when you’re not there, Matty.” Your words are slurred, and you have a hard time focusing on Matt. “But you probably don’t even know why.”

“Then tell me. Why do you miss me when I’m gone?”

“I love you, Matt.” You hiccup, working so hard to keep your eyes open and on him.

“What?”

“I’m, like, really in love with you.” You lean forward, resting your chin on his shoulder. “No one even compares to you.” You swallow, trying to keep your balance. “You must know it’s always been you. Through all the years, all the boyfriends, it’s been you. Always you.”

Matt doesn’t even know what to say, frozen in place. He knew, deep down he knew, by the way he could always feel your eyes on him and the way your heart would beat faster in his presence. But he never felt like he was good enough for you, especially now with all that he had done. So he had never done anything about it.

But now, as you play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, your eyes resting on him, he can’t deny how you make him feel. The softness of your touch causes him to let out a shaky breath, shivering at the feeling of your fingers on his skin.

“It’s always gonna be you, Matt.” You breathe out, leaning forward until your lips are inches from Matts, your breath ghosting over his skin. He doesn’t move away, because he can’t. Because he doesn’t want to.

But before your lips meet his, someone calls for Matt from the living room.

“Just… Two seconds.” He assures you, going to the window. He’s not gone long, but when he returns, you’re leaned against the wall, snoring. Smiling softly, he just picks you up, getting you back inside. Once you’re tucked in, he stays. Laying on the couch, he prays you’ll remember this in the morning, cause he’s never gonna forget your words.

“Oh, God. What did I do?” You ask when you see Matt’s face. There’s something he’s not telling you. “Please, Matt. If I offended you, it was the alcohol talking. You know you’re my best friend, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Easy, sweetheart.” He smiles, taking your hand. I don’t wanna lose you. The words ring in his mind. Everyone’s he’s ever loved, he’s lost. And he can’t lose you too. “There’s nothing to worry about, just… eat your breakfast.”

He kisses the back of your hand before eating again. Maybe, one day, he’ll tell you how he feels.

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#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil

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xsweetcatastrophe · 12 days

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You Broke Me First

Part 15

Zoe woke up a couple hours later, feeling slightly better and very relaxed.

Her eyes scanned the room - she was still wrapped up in the same spot, on the comfiest bed she's ever been in. She rolled onto her back and stretched her legs and arms as well, reaching them up over her head. Cillian stirred besides her.

"What time is it?" Zoe rasped out.

Cillian reached over and checked his phone. The TV was still on, casting some light in the dark room. The storm was still raging outside.

"It's 4:30" He replied, setting his phone down.

"Did you get a chance to sleep?" Zoe asked.

Cillian smiled. "Yea, until your snoring woke me up"

Zoe looked mortified. "I do NOT snore!"

Cillian laughed. "I should have recorded you"

"You better not!!" Zoe said, lightly pushing his shoulder. Cillian laughed. He looked over at her. "Relax. I wouldn't do that. And yes I slept a bit. I got up to make a cup of tea. I would of asked you, but you were out like a light"

Zoe smiled. "It's easy when this bed is so comfy. I can't believe you get to sleep in this every night. This is heaven"

Cillian broke his smile, and looked back at the TV. Zoe noticed, Did I say something wrong? she wondered.

"You hungry?" Cillian said, sitting up. "We can order some food. Want some Chinese? There's a place I order from that has the best egg rolls"

Zoe sat up, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Cill, I feel like a freeloader staying here all day. It's not fair to you. I already stayed way too long and you've been very kind when you didn't need to-"

"But I want you to stay" Cillian said, turning around.

Zoe looked shocked. "You do?"

"Yea.... and plus, we have an episode of succession to catch up on, remember?" Cillian said, hopefully.

Zoe smiled. "okay fine. You grab the takeout menu, i'll get HBO up and running."

Forty five minutes later, they had a bed picnic of chicken and broccoli, lo mein, crab rangoon and egg rolls. Succession was playing while they were quietly eating, passing back and forth the takeout containers between them.

They both didn't want to address the elephant in the room.

the elephant being the fact this arrangement was coming to an end in a month and a half, and they were starting to enjoy each other's company. They were acting like a couple when they were in fact NOT a couple. They had to act like a couple when they were out in public; not in the confines of their own homes. Sure, they had to get to know each other, but calling Cillian wasted and him picking Zoe up and taking care of her all night and morning was a move reserved for people more than just "acquaintances."

That's what Zoe was scared of; He would move on after this arrangement was done and he'd go to live his life, date the models, walk the red carpets, and she'll just be a blip in his past. She'll always come up as a girl he dated; that is what she'll be known for. Cillian Murphy's ex girlfriend. Where does she go from here? Sure, she has a job; but what about her reputation? Did she ruin it? Would any job she gets be because of her talent, and not because of who she dated? Would anyone want to date her after this or would she be labeled as "too much baggage"? Would she still be followed by people wanting to take her picture?

Zoe put down her fork and took a sip of the glass of water on the bedside table. She noticed her phone next to the glass; still on the charger but still off. She knew had to turn it on eventually, but she kind of liked being disconnected from everyone. She felt like she was in a bubble with Cillian, and no one could get to them.

She grabbed her phone and turned on the power button.

I'm just going to text Dana and let he know I'm alive, Zoe thought. Then I'm turning it right back off.

Sure enough, there were some texts and missed calls from Dana, some texts not making sense (they were from last night) and many from this morning, stating the usual hungover texts.

I'm never drinking again I feel like I got hit by a truck Text me when you get this, so i know you're good

Zoe sent her a quick text, letting her know she was okay and that she, too, felt like shit. She powered her phone back down, but not without noticing some texts from her mom.

Not strong enough for that right now, Zoe thought.

Cillian began to collect the takeout containers and bring them downstairs to the trash. Zoe got out of the bed and smoothed out the blanket, brushing off any crumbs that might be left over.

She didn't want to admit it, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself. When she would sit and think about her future, she always pictured days like this with her husband; rainy, cozy days in bed, under the covers, sleeping, kissing, watching TV.

She didn't think she'd be doing this with Cillian Murphy.

Cillian came back as soon as Zoe was finishing cleaning the blanket. She half thought since they were done eating, he would offer to have Joseph drive her home. Instead, he got back in bed and resumed his position that he had all afternoon.

Zoe crawled back in bed, resting her head against the soft pillows. She turned to face him.

"so....." Zoe said. She didn't know what she was saying. The silence was killing her. She felt there was tension in the room. She didn't know what from, she just knew something felt off.

"So...." Cillian repeated, also not sure what to say.

After about 10 seconds of awkward silence, they both looked at each other and laughed. Cillian scooted down and lay on his side, facing her. They were inches away, staring at each other.

"So are you always this accommodating to the drunk ladies you score on the weekends?" Zoe said, instantly regretting it. that's the best I can come up with? I sound like such a loser.

"The ladies I score on the weekends? You think I'm that good huh?" Cillian chuckled. "Drunk ladies aren't my thing. And I much rather be home. I'm not one for going out every night. I'm past that phase in my life."

"Then why'd you come get me then? You could of easily just hung up or not answered when I called."

Cillian smiled softly. "Because I care. Contrary to what you believe. And whenever you call... i'll always answer."

Zoe smiled again. "You have a funny way of showing you care... sometimes"

"... Because everyone I ever cared about like this, left."

Zoe's heart broke. He cared. She cared. They both care. And they both shouldn't.

"What's going to happen when this is done?" Zoe whispered.

Cillian sighed. "I guess we... go our separate ways"

Zoe felt a lump in her throat. Through all the bullshit that happened, she develop feelings for Cillian. She didn't want to admit it, but she did. And the fact that there's a timeline on their relationship made her feel anxious. She wanted to soak up every second with him while she could. She just needed to be sure, 100000% sure, beyond a reasonable doubt, that they were on the same page.

"Cillian" Zoe said, bravely. Just do it. Say it.

"Hm?"

"I..." Zoe started, voice now faltering.

Cillian smiled, and rested his hand on her cheek.

"i know."

He knows? knows what?

"No, let me just say it." Zoe said. She was so sick of letting things go unsaid.

"As much as you drive me crazy, and the shit you pulled last night at my apartment... I can't stop thinking about you. You're like the breath of fresh air I needed. I find myself looking forward to Sundays when you come over, and every time I hear my phone go off, i hope it's you. I just... I don't know. I know we shouldn't of, and this was all just supposed to be an agreement, but I can't help it."

Cillian smiled, hand still on her cheek. "I know."

I know? I know?? What does that mean? He feels the same way? or he can tell how I feel? Why are men so vague??

"Last night, when I left your apartment after I ... you know" Cillian said, rolling his eyes. Zoe couldn't help but giggle. It was so stupid what he did.

"I came home, and I came up here, and put on HBO and had every intention of finishing the episode we started. But I couldn't"

"Why?" Zoe asked.

Cillian's demeanor softened, if it could get any softer. "I didn't want to watch it without you. It's a little bit of you I look forward to every week. It didn't feel right. I wanted to watch it with you."

Zoe smiled. "Well, It's been on and we've been missing it this entire time" She whispered.

"Cillian smiled. "This is better" His thumb softly rubbing against her cheek. He sighed. "You make me very nervous" He continued.

"You terrify me" Zoe replied. That caught Cillian off guard.

"Wow. Haven't been called that before" he chuckled.

"Sorry," Zoe said, mentally kicking herself for saying another dumb thing. "It's just... I haven't been treated very kindly by guys... ever."

"And I've been left." Cillian whispered back. "Discarded to the side like it's nothing."

"It's their loss. It's her loss" Zoe said. Cillian froze for a second, picking up on Zoe saying "her"; she meant his ex wife. When will it not be a sore subject? When will he forgive himself?

Zoe reached out and put her hand on his cheek as well, mirroring his hand on her. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Zoe scooted even closer to him, his hand falling from her cheek to under the covers, resting on her hip. Their chests slightly bumping every time they breathed, noses slightly brushed up against each other. Zoe could stay here forever.

"Zoe" Cillian whispered.

"hm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Zoe melted. "Yes"

Cillian lifted his head and his lips met hers.

There was no electrifying feeling from the kiss. There was no butterflies. No one got weak in the knees, and no one had their breath taken away.

They felt calm. They relaxed into each other. The heaviness that weighed on their chest was suddenly gone. They felt weightless, like they could float away.

Zoe kissed him back, slowly parting her lips and letting his tongue meet hers. He deepened the kiss and squeezed her hip. He pulled away but still close enough to have their lips touch.

"Stay the night with me" He whispered.

Zoe smiled back at him.

"I don't mean it like that," Cillian immediately said, realizing the position they were in. "I just... I just don't want this to end. I want you close to me"

Zoe smiled and gave him another kiss.

How could she ever leave?

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#cillian x fem!reader #cillian fic #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian murphy

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lt-natrace · 2 years

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Travelin' Sailor | Robert "Bob" Floyd

Description: A fic based on the song Travelin' Soldier except it's the happy ending that it should have been

Content: Sad/Lonely!Bob for a minute, less than ideal family dynamics (Bob has mommy issues low key), friends that aren’t supportive, a love at first sight so quick it’s unreal, wrong info about the navy, probably wrong timing of how long it takes to receive a letter from cross country on a naval base, happy ending I promise

Word Count: 3.8k

The absolute biggest thanks to @hederasgarden for being my beta on this and being incredibly patient with me never wanting to end a sentence properly. Another thank you to the top gun gang discord for encouraging me to write (and post) again, so much love for y'all.

You could always tell when spring was turning to summer despite the dates on the calendar. The humidity had begun to hang around, the sun set later, and those that came in on lunch break used more napkins to wipe their sweat. You found yourself fanning your warm skin in between running food in the family owned diner you worked in when your coworker, Melissa, asked you to cover her section while she took a quick break. It was nearing the end of the day and the dinner rush had begun to die down, so you accepted.

A few minutes later, you spotted a tall man with dirty blond hair, outdated wire-framed glasses, and a green jumpsuit making his way across the small dining room to sit at the high top bar. It wasn’t unusual to see men from your small Tennessee town in uniform, many of them took any opportunity to get out just as you were planning yourself. However, most of them were surrounded by loved ones right before deployment. He sat alone, placing his duffel bag on the seat next to him and resting his arms on the counter. As you made your way over to him, you found yourself wondering how someone could be alone at such a time. He had a baby face, but he couldn’t have been much older than you.

“Can I start you off with something to drink?” you asked with a kind smile, feeling sympathetic.

“Not really hungry, ma’am. I could use some company though,” the blond man uttered in a quiet voice, as he glanced up only long enough to get a quick look at you.

“Well, I’m afraid I’m not off for another hour, but if you want to wait until then you’re more than welcome to…Lieutenant Robert Floyd,” you said, reading the patch on his chest as you leaned down and rested your elbows on the bartop in an attempt to see his face better. He looked down at his fidgeting hands, a deep red forming on his neck as he replied, “That’s fine, I have a few hours until I need to be in Memphis anyways.”

Despite what he said, you still put in an order of fries and got him a fresh cup of iced water. He graciously accepted and you spent the rest of your shift finishing with the few tables you had left, grateful it was a weekday and you didn’t have anyone coming in at the last minute. Throughout clearing tables, grabbing your tips, and beginning to sweep, you felt his eyes on you. Looking up, you had caught the man at the counter looking away as quickly as possible, creating a small smile on your face. As you rounded the corner from the kitchen with your purse and removed your apron, you found him rummaging through his bag.

“Ready to go?” you asked, shaking your hair out from the bow you used to tie it back.

“Um, yeah, I just need to find my wallet to pay for my food,” he stated, not removing his eyes from his duffel as he pushed his hands through the side pockets.

“Don’t worry about it Floyd, consider it a thank you for all that you do,” you said, grabbing his plate and taking it back to the kitchen. You found him shifting in his seat, obviously uncomfortable. “Or you can get me next time”.

He relaxed slightly, grabbing his duffel and watching as you came out from behind the bar to meet him. It wasn’t until he was standing next to you that you realized how tall he really was. You grabbed his arm, wishing Melissa a good night and walked through the front door. Starting your walk down the street, you noticed the hot sun finally beginning to set beyond the trees.

“My name-, he started.

“So, are you,” you began, realizing you had spoken in unisom. “You first.”

“I was, uh, I was just going to say everyone calls me Bob,” he stated, motioning to the patch on his chest.

“Ok, Bob, I was just asking if you were from this area, think I would remember someone like you,” you inquired, watching a small smile, the first you’d seen him crack, appear on his face.

“No, m’am, I was born and raised just outside of Knoxville, one blinking stoplight, one bar. Seems like you might know the type.” He let out a chuckle as he looked around the small main street you’ve been taking him down for the past few minutes.

Shortly after, the two of you arrived at a small wooden dock overlooking a pond that had begun to look green with lily pads. You sat your bag on the picnic table and walked down the rickety dock, making careful steps to avoid the weaker spots. Looking over your shoulder as you sat, you spotted Bob cautiously trying to follow your steps. You felt the dock shake slightly the closer he got to where you were seated, feet dangling inches above the water. He sat next to you, pulling his legs under him to avoid getting his boots wet. After a few moments of silence he spoke up.

“Miss, I need to be honest here. I know you probably have a boyfriend and I’m just a stranger, but I got no one back home. I remember during basic, they would pass the letters from loved ones out and I would just sit there. Having to would watch everyone read how much they were missed back home and I would just hope that maybe,” he cleared his throat. “Maybe next time, I’d have someone missing me. Yet here I am, headed to base for the next few months with no one. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I’d like to send a letter back here to you.”

You watched him lift his head, his blue eyes meeting yours for the first time. Your heart ached, wondering how a man with so much love could have no one to send a letter home to.

“Who said I have a boyfriend?” You asked, keeping eye contact as long as he allowed.

“I guess I just assumed a girl like you would have men asking left and right for at least a dance,” Bob said in a voice so quiet, it was barely heard over the sound of the cicadas.

“Well then, it may come as a surprise to you that I do not have a boyfriend and I have far less men asking me for a dance than you’d expect. Zero to be exact,” you trailed off, suddenly embarrassed by the admission. “But, I really would enjoy receiving a letter from you, Bob”

He smiled at you, “Tell me about yourself“

The two of you spent the next few hours talking about your hometowns, his time training, and even what he could about the next few months. When the time finally came for him to make his way back to town to catch his ride, the sun had set and the air had become cool again.

You walked him back into town, sharing a comfortable silence. Reaching where you had parked, you found yourself filled with dread at the idea of him leaving. You finally met a man your age with a good head on his shoulders, and he was hours away from being shipped across the country from you. Trying not to be bitter in your last moments together, you looked up at him with the best fake smile you could muster. Despite knowing him for only four hours at this point your conversations felt so natural and you hoped that he’d felt the same.

“I wanna thank you for today,” he started, looking down at his hands as you leaned against your car. “Having someone to be with before being sent away made today less dreary…” he trailed off, looking back at your face, and studying your reaction. Although you would never understand what he was feeling now, you couldn’t imagine the loneliness that came from not having anyone to come home to after months away.

“The pleasure was all mine, never met a navy pilot before.” You smirked, watching him open his mouth in protest. “Sorry, forgot you’re ‘just a WSO’. I can’t believe you thought being the person in charge of dropping bombs from an airplane was lame. I never wanna hear that again, got it?”

He looked at you confused for a moment. “Again?”

“Well, I’m not going to write these letters and pay postage for a man I don’t plan on seeing again. Plus, you owe me for the fries.” You replied, watching his face redden as he pushed his glasses back up.

“You'll wait for me?’ He asked, making sure he was reading you correctly.

“As long as I keep getting replies to my letters.” You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck to embrace him and hoped he couldn’t hear the way your heart was beating out of your chest. After a moment, you pulled away, taking one last look into his eyes as a truck pulled up. As it slowed to where you both stood, you noticed a man in a similar uniform sat in the driver’s seat. Bob took a step back, eyes staying locked on yours as he opened the door and climbed in. You broke contact first, hand rummaging through your purse at your side as you took two steps forward, now standing on the edge of the curb. Your hand hit silk and you pulled the ribbon out quickly.

“Something to remind you to come back,” you said, reaching through the rolled down window, and tying it onto his duffel bag. You knew he’d have to find somewhere else to keep it once he got to base, but for the time being, it would be tied in a bow on the top strap.

You stood still, watching the truck drive away until it turned down a street out of sight. You walked slowly, feet dragging along the pavement to your car. You took a few moments of silence to consider the events of today before you turned the key and made your way home, drafting what you wanted to include in your first letter.

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The first month went by fast, school was out for the summer which meant there were more teenagers at the restaurant and more time you spent working. The times you weren’t, you spent in thought about Lt. Robert Floyd. Your friends took notice of how often you spent staring off and despite your best efforts to explain the connection, everyone brushed it off as a simple school girl crush over a man in a uniform. At first you were frustrated having to explain how in a few short hours and two letters with military postage, you felt you knew him forever. As the months would go on, the comments from your friends had become less frequent. You didn’t know if it was from them beginning to understand or them growing bored of the same jokes, but it didn’t matter. The third letter you’d received at the very end of the month had a new return address– San Diego. You felt your heart ache as he was now across the country.

By the second month, you built a routine of sorts. The main part included going into work before the sun rose to distract yourself and avoid worrying about how he was. Some days you felt silly, stressing over a man that was too busy doing tasks of actual importance to worry about some girl he met once at a small diner in a map dot town. Other days, you worried about his safety. You would attempt to reassure yourself with the thought that he knew what he was doing, but his pilot? You had no idea who they were. Did they have someone to come home to? Did they care about the safety of their WSO in the backseat? You wondered if the man that drove him to base was his pilot.

The days new letters came were your favorite. No matter how soon the last letter had come in, everyday you’d run to the mailbox hoping to find a white envelope with clear, neat handwriting addressed to you. On days you did, you’d drop your bag on the floor of the hallway and hurry to sit and read every word of his surprisingly tidy cursive. After the third read you’d carefully fold it back up exactly as it was and hold it to your chest, sighing deeply. Any chores you’d saved for after work were abandoned in order to get your reply out as soon as possible.

The third month was hard, nothing you did could distract you from your thoughts. Everywhere you looked there were banners and flags in celebration of those who serve. The local VFW hall was handing out small flags with tags that included names of local veterans or those currently serving. Your friends humored you by tagging along when you placed one in the ground, a small label that read, Lieutenant Robert “BOB” Floyd US Navy, WSO.You spent the Fourth of July watching fireworks with your loved ones, hoping next year he could be beside you on the small blanket. After the holiday passed, you went back to the VFW hall and grabbed the small flag to show Bob when he returned.

The fourth month brought a lot of doubt from those around you, especially your friends. You were young and they felt you should be out having fun, not waiting by your mailbox hoping for a letter from your favorite sailor. You had shared your frustrations with Melissa and some of the regulars at work, but they encouraged you to ignore what those around you had to say. The older crowd at work especially loved what you were doing, believing it was romantic and a true test of commitment.

At the beginning of the fifth month, you had grown anxious. It had been almost a month since you heard anything from him. The prior letter was short and explained, without giving details, that training was going to be more rigorous to help prepare them for something that had come up. This meant that he wouldn’t be able to write much. In your reply to him you wrote you understood the situation and told him he needed to focus on training. The letters could wait if they needed to, you wanted him to have a clear mind in the sky. That was twenty six days ago. Worried thoughts had begun to take up space in your mind with each day that passed. You wondered if his plane was shot down or if there was a malfunction in equipment during training. In the back of your mind you selfishly wondered if he had grown bored of this game the two of you had been playing.

After one exceptionally long day you raced home to check your mailbox and this time, there was a letter. In his handwriting, your full name and address were on the front. Tears welled up in your eyes out of relief and you couldn’t wait to open it inside. As you sat in your car, you carefully opened the envelope and saw it contained more pages than he had ever written. Each sentence cleared any doubt you had about him coming back to you.

The first page was strictly apologies. One for the late reply and making you wait for him, the other for not being able to fill you in. In the second page, he went on to explain that he had been selected for a mission that was ‘complicated’, as he described it. He figured it was easier to sugar coat it than worry you that his admiral called it a suicide mission. But somehow, against all odds, everyone made it back on the carrier.

Bob shared more about his family next, he explained that he was raised by a single mother that worked nights and overtime to support them. This led to him joining the navy right out of high school after researching the benefits they could receive. He wanted to step up and help provide a better life for the both of them. He even wrote how he watched her heart break when she found the papers in his bedroom. Instead of beaming with pride as he expected, she was furious, wondering how he could put himself into such a dangerous situation willingly. It’s been nearly four years since they’ve spoken. The fear of losing him in a tragic accident was too great and she couldn’t take anymore heartbreak.

Your cheeks had become damp with tears, but you continued to read. As he would tell you later, you had become the first person Bob ever admitted feeling scared to. He would never tell anyone else, but sometimes the lack of control in the backseat made his hands sweat. This was immediately followed by how in those times of fear the past five months, he would take a deep breath and imagine you. Specifically how you looked dipping the tips of your shoes into the pond with a smile on your face, a pale pink haze from the sunset surrounding you. Your letters motivated him to stay focused and do whatever he needed to do in order to come back for you. Afterall, he owed you fries, and he could never turn back on that.

You sat in your car until long after the sun had set and the cool breeze coming in the windows helped to dry your tear stained cheeks. You held the letter against your chest like all the times before, but this time it wasn’t just to feel close to him, it was to make sure that you weren’t dreaming. You wanted to be sure that the pages where he had poured his heart out to you were real. You tried to imagine him writing the letter, probably on a bunk too small for his height. Maybe it was late at night after everyone else had fallen asleep. Above all, you wondered if he felt the same butterflies writing it as you did reading it. The thought alone left you with a giddy smile as you walked into the house.

Three weeks had passed since that day and you still reread parts of the letter daily. Specifically, the final paragraph where he’d promised to come back. You’d gotten a few letters since, one that had come the next day apologizing for dumping a lot on you. He hoped it hadn’t scared you off, but if it did, he understood. At the end of it he told you that they were starting to wrap up this deployment and while it could still take another month until he was back, the end was within reach. After receiving it you woke up everyday excited to see if today was the day. However, you didn’t feel disappointed when you returned home alone because that meant you were one day closer.

On the last Saturday of the fifth month, you arrived at work early in anticipation of a busy day. There was a lot that needed to be done and you didn’t want to be working on it while the breakfast rush was coming in. As expected, the diner filled up within an hour of being open and remained busy for most of the day. Thankful for the fall weather that had begun to come in, you opened the windows in the late afternoon to get some fresh air before remaking the coffee. With your back still turned to the door you heard the familiar chime of the bell alerting you to someone arriving.

“I’ll seat you in just a second!” You called out, focused on pouring fresh water into the coffee pot.

“That’s alright ma'am, I think I’ll sit at the counter if that’s alright. Just here for some fries,” a timid voice replied.

You turned around to greet the man and there he stood, Lieutenant Robert Floyd in the same green flight suit you met him in nearly six months ago. He had a slight tan from the west coast sun and he looked tired, but it was him. You stared in disbelief, wondering if your eyes were playing tricks on you.

It took one of your favorite regulars yelling out, “Well honey, don’t just stand there, welcome the sailor home!” to snap you out of your trance.

You don’t remember where the mug you were holding went, all you could focus on was taking the five large steps across the outdated tile to be standing in front of him. Bob met you halfway and pulled you into a tight hug, his hand holding the back of your neck. You nuzzled your head into his shoulder and inhaled, trying to memorize the way this moment felt in every sense. The silence that had fallen over the diner was gradually replaced with the regular sounds of the dinner rush, but you don’t hear any of it. The only thing you could focus on was his heart beating, the sound grounding you to him. After a few moments, you removed your head from its spot and looked into his eyes. His watery blue eyes meet yours as the tears that had been collecting begin to descend down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, hey, no tears okay? I’m here, plus I brought something back for you,” he said as he moved his thumbs from the side of your face to wipe your tears. One hand unzipped the flight suit and the other reached into the breast pocket, pulling out the same silk ribbon you had given him. You were surprised at the condition. It was perfectly intact. He reached around your shoulders to tie your hair back with it, similar to how it was when he first got a glimpse of you. As you opened your mouth to ask how he kept it so nice, Melissa called out, “Alright kids, outta here, I’ll close up tonight.”

Before you could protest, Bob had your hand in his and was pulling you outside to where his truck was parked. As you reached the door he turned you, pressing your back against the warm metal and leaning down close, trying to judge your reaction. With a subtle nod, he closed the gap between the two of you for the first time. His lips were soft and you reached up to grab at the back of his neck..

He pulled away first. “It’s nice to have someone to come home to.”

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drunkewok · 7 months

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Tiger Inside

Chapter Sixteen

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and does not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

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The house felt relatively calm despite the looming mission that tonight would entail, the members casually eating their lunch, others laughing in distant rooms. Yet the twisting knot in my stomach refused to release, the prolonged anxiety of what was to come had finally caught up to me and dug its nails into my shoulders.

The clock on the wall created an agitating tick with every passing second as I was settled in the front room, planted in the seat that Jiho once sat during my first morning in the house. Outside the window, I watched as the trees gently swayed in the wind, the mirrored reflection of relaxation that the house was exuding. I crossed my legs underneath me, my fingers mindlessly picking at my cuticles as my mind wandered, D-Day was here, and it came too fast.

“Noona?” A soft voice behind me caught me by alarm, my head turning to the doorway to a gentle eyed Jeongin standing with a plate and glass in hand. “Chan asked me to bring you a sandwich, you need to eat something before we get ready to head out.” With a slight smile and nod I welcomed him in, taking the glass of water from him as he set the plate on the table beside me. He sat in the seat adjacent to mine, his eyes following my own back toward the window, the two of us sitting in silence for a moment before he slowly turned to me. “What are you thinking about out here by yourself?” I hummed softly as I looked back at him.

“Do you guys not get nervous? Everyone seems so… nonchalant.” I took a sip from the glass, relaxing back into the seat with a sigh.

“Well of course we do, but after a while we learned how to push past it. There’s no shame in feeling that way, especially when it’s your first time.” He picked up the plate, handing it to me. “Chan has a lot of faith in you, we all do. You’re gonna be a strong member of this team, I just know it.”

“Thank you, Jeongin.” I stared at the sandwich before me, trying to find the strength within me to take a bite.

“You really should eat, you can’t go into this on an empty stomach.” His cheeky smile at least brought me some level of comfort, seeing him in this light you would never expect this guy to have the ability to break your neck. “Chan is gonna give us a final rundown soon, I’ll come get you when he’s ready, for now just let yourself relax.” Jeongin patted my knee before standing and leaving me in the silence once more. For how hungry I was, it was surprisingly difficult to stomach the food, my mind sitting somewhere far away and letting my body run on autopilot.

As our meeting with Chan wrapped up, the members all separated to our rooms to get changed, a collection of black clothes to keep us concealed within the darkness of night. I pulled my chest holster over my shoulders before securing the clasp, followed by tightening the harness placed around my thigh and securing my knife within it.

Staring into the mirror, I studied my features, looking into my eyes as the reality of my new living situation settled on my shoulders sunk in. Going into these situations was going to be happening more often, this is only the first of many. I clapped my hands against my cheeks, trying to bring myself back into my body before pulling my hair back into a ponytail, grabbing my gun from the dresser and stepping through my door.

The steps down to the foyer felt like walking a marathon, stretching longer and longer. The door sat open, welcoming me into the night as many of the members shuffled around, trying to get last minute details in order. Some were collecting their weapons, some conversing about different details of the mission. I stood silently, observing those around me in their natural habitat.

“Y/n, I want you riding in Minho’s van.” Chan motioned to the van that Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin were currently crawling into the back of, Minho leaning against the hood as Changbin loaded a few duffel bags into the back hatch before returning to his own van.

Slipping into the passenger seat, I pulled my seatbelt across my chest before taking a deep breath and trying to relax myself into the seat. I watched as Chan and Minho shared a brief exchange in front of the van before Minho pulled himself into the driver’s seat. He spared me a silent glance as he looked down to the belt, making sure it was secured, before turning the key and bringing the van to life.

The drive was painfully quiet as we made our way down the dark streets, following closely behind Chan’s van, the soft click of keys on a laptop behind us as Felix prepped his program to disarm the system once we arrived. Minho continued to glance my way every so often, quickly returning to the road afterwards. I tried not to fidget in my seat, attempting to fumble with my fingers as a distraction as we started nearing our destination.

“Are you properly holstered?” Minho’s voice startled me in the silence, his attention still pointed forward as he spoke to me. I double checked that my gun was securely fixed to my side, my knife pressed to my thigh, and that the straps of my holsters were properly fastened. I gave a weak nod as I quietly gave him a yes. Minho glanced into the rearview towards Felix “We’re 5 minutes out, go ahead and disarm.”

“Got it.” Felix continued to type away, before confirming success and pressing to his ear, speaking into his earpiece. “Radio check everyone.” Each member followed with a confirmation into their radios, my turn falling in line at the end as I gave the final call. My hands balled into tense fists as I attempted to crack my neck side to side, trying to relieve my muscles.

“Changbin and Jeongin are to enter first. Minho, y/n and I are following in next.” Chan’s voice rang in my ear as he radioed the team. “Hyunjin and Jisung, you know your positions. Felix is staying camped in the van for surveillance, Seungmin you’re entering with us as discussed so you can work with us for identification.” Each member responded with a copy as the vans parked. “Felix, are we disarmed?”

“Sure are Boss, cleared to go.” The door of the opposite van opened, Changbin and Jeongin being the first to exit and pull their guns from their holsters. Hyunjin and Jisung pulled their weapons from the back of the van before disappearing into the darkness behind us.

“Com’on, it’s go time.” Minho opened his door, crossing in front of the van and meeting up with Chan, receiving a brief pat on the back before the three of us followed closely behind Changbin and Jeongin. Weapons at the ready by our sides, we neared the large warehouse towering over us, a seemingly unassuming metal structure matching the other buildings along the pier. Jeongin dropped to a knee in front of the side door, carefully picking the lock and allowing Changbin to push past him first into the building.

Changbin slid in slowly, observing the room before entering fully. Jeongin rose to his feet, following closely behind him as we waited for the all clear. No alarms were sounding, indicating the success on Felix’s end.

“Cameras are clear, how does the room look Changbin?” Felix asked as Changbin waved the other three of us in behind him.

“We’re inside, room is clear.” As I passed the threshold, my eyes started to scan the room surrounding us. The lighting was minimal, the small windows placed near the top of the walls providing very little moonlight shining in, just enough to reflect off the metal tables lined around the room.

The contents of the warehouse felt surprisingly sparse, not like the factory I had initially expected. Previous blueprints given to us from Felix indicated that this first room was probably the decoy, our true target farther into the warehouse.

“Secondary door is disarmed, cleared to enter.” Felix radioed as we continued on, a large metal door clicking open in front of us as we followed inside. “You guys will be met with a hall through it, followed by a staircase down to the basement, there’s another door at the base of the stairs, I’ve cleared it. You’re good for entry.” The hall stretched the length of the warehouse, pipes twisted along the walls and wrapped up across the ceiling, a soft blue glow emitting from the occasional lights sprinkled down the hall.

As Changbin reached the stairs, Jeongin followed closely behind, Minho keeping himself planted at the top of the stairs to ensure we had no unwelcome visitors. As we passed through the next door, we were met with a smaller room, walls of concrete encasing us. The same metal tables from upstairs littered the room, this time covered with vials and beakers. Shelving units covered a back wall, Seungmin immediately crossing over to them and beginning to sort through their contents.

“There should be a door to your guy’s left, it leads to their control room. Jeongin, I need you to get in there and plug the thumb drive I gave you into their main system for me.” At Felix’s command Jeongin pulled from the group and disappeared behind the door, Chan following close behind him. I let my feet take me around the perimeter of the room, scanning over the different elements strewn across the tables.

The room felt claustrophobic with its low ceilings and thick walls, the eerie silence echoing off of them. I peeked my head into the control room as Jeongin fiddled with the controls. A large wall of monitors displayed different camera angles around the compound, outside the vans just barely out of their view. I watched as the screens started to glitch, one by one slowly shutting down as Felix gained access into the mainframe. Behind me, Seungmin began pocketing different filled vials from the shelves, intending to bring them home and study them further, while Changbin stood guard at the entry point.

“Cameras disarmed, I almost have full access, just a moment longer guys.” Felix continued coaching us through the headsets, his surprisingly calm demeanor as he clicked away on his system. Changbin and I stayed steady as we awaited further commands, watching those around us as they were posted in their areas.

“Chan we may have an issue, I think they had a silent alarm on the mainframe, something has been tripped.” Felix’s voice rang in our ears once more, his initial calm responses disappearing as they morphed into a little more frantic.

“Changbin and Minho, take y/n upstairs and keep posted up there for when they show up. I’ll stay with Jeongin and Seungmin until Felix is finalized.” Minho gestured the two of us out in front of him as we hurried our way back up the stairs, the nerves settling back into the pit of my stomach.

“Changbin, keep posted by the main door, y/n I need you to take cover somewhere in the main room with a good vantage point, keep yourself hidden and ready.” Minho stayed near the entry off the hall as Changbin made his way back to the main room with me close on his tail.

Ducking behind a cabinet near the corner, I crouched down and confirmed that I had a view of the door through the underside of one of the tables. The wait for an arrival felt like an eternity as we all sat in silence, the unknown of what was to come itching in the back of my head.

“We’ve got two vehicles incoming from the west.” Hyunjin’s hushed voice now rang in my ear, the distraction of our findings causing me to briefly forget his and Jisung’s presence on a rooftop outside. “It appears as though we have seven members, four of which are coming your way, the other three are camping outside.”

“I’ve got the system copied, you guys are good to get out of there.” Felix quickly cut in behind Hyunjin, Chan speaking through the walkies with a copy just before I heard a gunshot ring out outside.

“Open fire as needed team.” Below us, Chan and the rest of his team started to grab whatever intel they could before they made their exit, above ground gunshots echoed through as the opposing team neared closer. Through my line of sight to the door, I could see Changbin in close proximity to one of the new arrivals, pulled away from his post as he took him head on.

Through the distraction, another slipped through the door with a gun drawn, his face barely visible in the shadowed room. I stayed low as I aimed my gun in his direction, right as he took notice of Minho as he ducked for cover. The two of them focused on each other before my shot caught him by alarm and alerting him of another presence, his head whipping in the direction that my bullet came from. Another body entered the room, scanning it with a gun drawn before dropping into cover. The loud crack of one of our sniper rifles rang out, Jisung quickly alerting us of one of their men down.

Chan quickly entered the room, bringing bullets flying with him as he pulled himself into cover and resuming fire. I pressed my back against the cabinet as I tried to steady myself, out of the corner of my eye seeing Jeongin sneak up on one of their members from behind. Pulling myself back into my spot for visibility, my eyes locked on the third member slipping into the room, my gun pointed at him and sending a shot and watching him tumble to the ground. Minho caught the last by surprise, pulling him into a headlock as he struggled to free himself.

“Seungmin, back to the vans. Y/n, I want you out of this room when possible.” Chan’s heavy breathing buzzed in my ears as he made his commands, watching as Seungmin made his break for the door. “How are we looking outside Hyunjin?”

“Changbin took one down, trying to locate the other two, they ducked into cover pretty fast. This doesn’t look like Ateez though, but I can’t make out the team yet”

With Jeongin and Minho having the other two in the room occupied, Chan ordered my exit with him watching my back. I slipped out of the building and around the back, gun pointed forward as I rounded the corner. Surveying the area, I was in a small walkway, a half-wall being my only blockage from the water below. Dropping beside a dumpster, I attempted to compose myself, the adrenaline pumping through my veins sending fire throughout my body.

“Y/n and I took two down inside, one made it out so we’ve got four on the perimeter now.” Minho’s voice was winded as he spoke. “Do we have any location on the others yet?” I kept checking each direction from my location, searching for any signs of possible movement.

“No sir.” I peered around the corner to an adjacent building as Jisung spoke, the muzzle of a sniper rifle just barely visible in the darkness.

“If possible, I want retreat. Avoid further interaction and make it back to the vans. We got what we need, let’s get out of here.” I studied my options in order to follow Chan’s command, I knew if I doubled back towards the vans from the direction I came, I was sure to be intercepted near the door. So pulling myself out from behind the dumpster I started down the back wall of the building, keeping myself low and both hands on my gun by my side.

A shot flies through the air above me, causing me to drop to the ground, unsure of the direction it came from. My heart pounded in my chest, the ringing in my ears still loud from the multiple exposures to gunshots throughout the night.

Praying the shot came from behind, I kept myself near the ground, hoping I was shielded from the dumpster behind me.

“We’ve got three back to the vans, Changbin, Jeongin, Minho, Chan and y/n, we need you guys back so we can take off.” Felix’s voice provided me no comfort as I attempted to continue forward, trying to keep my eyes out for cover, and ears out for movement. Stopping at the end of the wall, I pressed my back to a large container and finally looked behind me, at the far end where I had come from a dark figure came into sight, unsure if they were friend or foe I quickly ducked around the corner before pressing my back firmly against the wall, attempting to focus on calming my heavy breathing to stay quiet as I hid myself. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft cold glow on the surroundings, the air feeling eerily quiet in stark contrast to the violence consuming the night.

“Is anyone able to update me on their locations?” Felix’s voice radioed through my ear, moments of silence following before different members started in their responses. Leaning forward, I rested my hand on my knee, using my other to press the mic and quietly whisper.

“I’m outside, east side of the building.” I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my knees as I caught my breath. Pulling myself together with a deep breath, I straightened my back and lifted my head towards the water. Observing the gentle ripples in the water, I’m briefly distracted before an arm tightens around my throat from behind, pulling me flush against my assailant's chest as my nails dug into their arm in an attempt to pull the strength away from my windpipe before my ability to fight would fade.

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Flirty drunk

L» Pairing: Ben Gross x female reader

Rating: Fluff / flirty drunk/ enemies to lovers

Summary: Lorelai Colombo, 17 years old. She returns to L.A. for her junior year of high school after spending a frivolous summer that everyone knows about. One night she goes to Trent’s party with her friend Devi, she gets drunk…

Taylor Swift is her narrator<3

(this is a chapter form my wattpad fanfic "The story of us", here if you want to read it)

English is not my first language!

Lorelai changed her clothes in hurry before going out

Taylor: "'Escape' come on she literally got out from the window"

She wore a mini white skirt, a simple tank top and some boots. A simple outfit but she felt like herself in it and her makeup is basically the same she was going to wear that night she just added glitter on the eyeshadow.

"Oh, hey what are you doing here?" Trent says opening the door "Did you forget your calculator or something?" he adds

"Did you forget your calculator to something?" he adds, almost as shocked by her presence

"Hi!" Lorelai gives him a little smile waving her hand

"Ohi, you're here too! Lorelai came!" Trent literally yells to someone inside

Funny how three months ago they didn't even consider her.

"Whoa! You came" Paxton peeks out "And you brought California Brittle. This slaps, come in" he adds taking the chocolates. In fact, her mom would never let her show up in someone else's house without something to offer.

Trent's house is a simple American house, but there was an industrial amount of bottles of alcohol everywhere. Lorelai can swear to have seen in that house people never met at school, someone is drinking, others are smoking, others just dance or chat.

Not even the time to get in, that everyone is staring to the girl walking through the front door, certainly Trent didn't help with that.

But who can blame them, Lorelai is beautiful. The clothes are perfectly wrapped around her body and her wavy hair left loose sways around her shoulders as she moves around the room.

"Do you want a drink?" Paxton asks them leading the way

"Oh i need it" Lorelai replies

"Oh yeah beer me. Love that bread soda" Devi says taking a glass in her hands

"Are you already drunk?" Rory the shocked question Rory swallowing the first shot

"No, but that's my purpose for the end of the night"

"I definitely agree with you."

"You're not having one?" Devi asks Paxton that, as a good boy he is, takes a bottle of water

"No. I can't during swim season. You gotta keep the body right, you know."

"Yeah, totally. If i had your body i'd treat it right too."

"Oh my god" Lorelai takes her friend by the arm and drags her away from that awkward situation "We have to perfection your flirting skills, Devi."

"What did i say wrong?"

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Taylor: "Well it didn't take long, apparently Lorelai achieved her goal before Devi because I don't think it's normal to dance like that... no definitely drunk."

"'Sup people! Who wants some 'za?" Ben starts by suddenly entering with a stupid smile on his lips

"Ugh i wish he brought tacos..." Lorelai hears someone saying

"Oh my god, Ben! You brought pizza, i'm so hungry i love you" Rory drags herself towards him slurring her words

"What had gotten into her?"

"Oh well i'll leave her to you. Apparently she tolerates you when she's drunk. Oh wait should i get you a getorade? You seem real thirsty"

Ben scoffs "What are you too doing here?"

"Getting drunk." Rory says not even bothering to consider lying while sitting next to someone on the couch.

That day had been long and your mom never seemed to make it easier, so she wanted a few drinks to feel better.

"Yeah i see that" the boy replies checking her out "Shouldn't you be counting your friends on three fingers?"

"Uh you're the one to talk. How you're even here? These people don't like you." Devi says like it was obvious.

Taylor: "Because it's actually true"

"Yeah, they do. Hey what's up, Trent?" Ben tries to hive five gets brutally ignored "Whatever."

"Devi! Zoe is talking to Paxton" Lorelai points out and Devi immediately swallows half a beer

"Well..." Ben trails off taking one for him and sitting next to Rory "So..." he clears his voice "thank you for helping with that history project by the way"

The girl next to him gives him a little smile and and she is about to drink another shot

"Ehy easy there" Ben takes her glass away "take this" instead offers her a bottle of water but she doesn't bother to drink it

Suddenly she feels a liquid falling on her shirt.

"Ah i'm soo sorry!" it's Zoe who just spilled her drink on Lorelai "Was that marked Chanel?" she asks grinning into her face

Rory stands up and almost slips "Cazzo! That fucking bitch!" but Zoe was already gone

"Hey." Ben stops her "Forget it, it's not worth it." but her face still angered "Come here let's vet you cleaned up" Rory's face softens, it's Zoe what else could she expect...

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"How could she do that! Like...what have i done to her? Ben...are you listening?"

The music makes the floor vibrate as they meander around the hose.

"If you don't shut up right now i'll...i'll call your mother" Ben points her finger at her annoyed after finally finding the bathroom.

"God not her. Oh my..." she trails off watching him casually taking off his sweatshirt. Fortunately he had a t-shirt under it.

"Yeah you wish. Here take this" he offers Rory his sweatshirt

"Thank you" Lorelai thanks him offering him a warm smile "umh can you?"

"Oh-oh yeah sure. I mean obviously" Ben immediately turns around so Lorelai can get changed freely

"I'll give it back to you at school" she turns around, the sweatshirt a bit big for her

"No problem, you can take it"

"Why are you suddenly so..." Rory turns her whole body so now she can face Ben

"So- what?"

"so pretty! you've got such a good 'nd nice smile." she smiles at him widely, studying carefully the boy's face as if it was the first time she saw him

Taylor: "Yeah still drunk"

"Umh..." Ben couldn't help it and Rory is too drunk to notice the blush creeping on the boy's cheeks and ears "Have your eyes always been so...blue?"

"Yeah? I- i think so" Lorelai was flushed from the alcohol and her big brown eyes were the only two things Ben could focus on at the moment

Taylor: "Soo Rory is actually flirty drunk! This is getting interesting"

"Holy shit! There's a coyote on the lawn!" some weird guy yells

Taylor: "Oh come on!"

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i’ll never let them hurt you (i promise)

Summary: “Go easy on me,” Will said, an hour later, his eyes scanning across his hand of cards.

“I promise,” Nico said, rolling his eyes. “You’re acting like I am seconds away from destroying you. It’s just a game. We don’t have to play.”

Five times Nico and Will made promises to each other (and one time one of them broke a promise)

@solangeloweek Day Two: Promise

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“And he’s awake,” was the first thing Nico heard when he regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open. He felt panicked for the briefest of moments. Waking up after passing out was always terrifying, no matter how many times he had done it. He never knew where he was, or what he was doing, or if he was safe. But then, he recognized the voice speaking. It made him relax instantly, because he was intimately familiar with the voice, and he knew that when he heard it, he was safe.

As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, Will’s concerned face came into view. “Hi,” Nico said, his voice scratchy and hoarse. He tried to swallow but couldn’t because his throat was too dry. Nico wondered how long he had been out.

“Here,” Will said, grabbing a glass of water from the night stand. “Sit up and you can drink this.” Nico sat up slowly, his body aching. Nico grabbed the glass, downing it in one gulp. “If you puke from chugging that, I am not cleaning it up.”

“I wake up and suddenly you don’t care about me,” Nico complained, laying back down. Will sighed and brushed a stray lock of hair out of Nico’s eyes, his face fond. Nico felt his heart melt at the sight of him.

“You’re stupid. I always care about you,” Will said. Nico couldn’t help but let a smile spread across his face. Nico nuzzled his face into Will’s palm, feeling himself calm down exponentially. Despite the fact that he had slept for the gods knew how long, he still felt drained. So, it wasn’t surprising that he closed his eyes and woke up seemingly hours later, the infirmary darkened except for one lamp.

Knowing Will, Nico was pretty much positive that there was no way Will had left him alone, and sure enough, when he looked around, Will was sitting at his desk, pouring over a book. “Will,” Nico called out. Will’s head shot up and he practically jumped out of his seat, clearly so focused he hadn’t realized Nico had woken up.

“Finally,” Will said, standing up and coming over to Nico. “It’s like past midnight. You missed dinner. I wasn’t sure if I should wake you up or not.”

“Damn,” Nico replied, stretching. All of the bones in his spine crackled.

“I have some granola bars if you’re hungry,” Will offered, but Nico shook his head.

“I just want to lay,” Nico said. “Come here.” He reached out and grabbed Will’s hand, pulling him towards the bed. “Lay with me.”

Will whispered something under his breath, but got in regardless. Nico sat up so Will could comfortably get in the small infirmary cot and once Will was situated, Nico cuddled into Will’s chest. They sat for a few seconds in silence. Nico wasn’t sure if anyone knew for certain if Will’s healing abilities extended to him providing relief with his touch. To Nico, being held by Will was just as soothing and pain killing as an advil, if not more. He was never sure if he just felt that way because he was in love with Will, or if it was something more. He supposed it didn’t really matter either way.

“How are you feeling?” Will finally asked. Nico shrugged the best he could in their current position.

“Okay. Sore,” he admitted. “Did a lot of people see me pass out?”

“A few,” Will replied. “It was terrifying, if I’m being quite honest.” Will sighed. Despite not being able to see Will’s face well, Nico knew that he was frowning. He craned his neck best he could to see Will. “I hate to be a nag. You know this. You’re my boyfriend, and I’m not your caretaker or whatever. But, promise me that you won’t use your powers. I won’t say ever, because that’s unrealistic, but just like… refrain from abusing them,” Will said, staring at Nico so intently, Nico felt himself blush red and squirm, feeling slightly embarrassed, partly because he had once again been unable to fully harness his powers, and partly because Will was so worried about him. “You really took a toll on yourself, and you need to take better care of you.”

Nico sighed, feeling embarrassed, and kind of like a kid being scolded by a teacher. Will was right. It didn’t mean that it felt good though. “I know. I just… I figure if I can help out, who cares if it hurts me?”

“You’re a dumbass. I care. Lou and Cecil care. Hazel cares and Jason cares and Reyna cares, and honestly, pretty much everyone else at this camp cares. Gods, you’re obtuse,” Will complained, shaking his head. “It was a game of capture the flag. I know you wanted to win, wanted to help out, but you should like… try to listen to how you’re feeling.

“Pot calling the kettle black and all, I know,” Will added on, when Nico opened his mouth to reply that this was rich coming from Will, who frequently worked himself to the point of exhaustion. “I will make the effort to like… call it quits more often, not stay working here until 2 am and all that jazz.”

“Okay,” Nico agreed. “I know I need to take it easy. It is just hard admitting that I can’t always do something.”

“For sure,” Will replied, nodding. “It’s a process. But I, or anyone else, don’t think less of you because your powers aren’t limitless. Everyone’s powers aren’t. And also, dude, it’s just fucking scary, okay? I never know if you’re going to wake up or not, and that freaks me out.”

Nico frowned. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’ll try, I promise.”

Will gave Nico a small smile and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.” The two lapsed back into silence. Despite the fact that Nico knew he had slept for hours, he was exhausted. Will’s quiet breathing, the dark infirmary, it was all making him sleepy. Before Nico could suggest that they move to a bigger bed, he fell asleep immediately, even though he knew he would wake up with a sore neck and back in the morning.

Nico looked at Will while he laid next to him. The skylight in cabin 13 let in a beam of moonlight that stretched across Will’s features, illuminating him. Will was a child of the sun, but he seemed to shine in the nighttime just as brightly as he did in the morning. He was so gorgeous, it made Nico’s head hurt.

At night, whenever Nico and Will fell asleep together (“on accident” is what they always said whenever they were questioned on it, but truth was most nights, they fell asleep on purpose, too tired to go back to their own cabins and not wanting to be apart), they always ended up talking. Sometimes it was silly hypotheticals (“what would you do if you woke up and I was replaced by a totally different guy and everything else was the same?” Will asked Nico once), and sometimes it was talking about their days.

Sometimes, though, it was more serious than that.

Despite the fact that he was the one staring at Will, Nico felt incredibly vulnerable. “Will?” Nico said, wondering if Will was even still awake.

“Yeah,” Will said back, his eyes opening. Nico felt partly bad because Will was clearly close to falling asleep, and partly because since Will answered, Nico had to say what he was thinking.

“I…” Nico started, and then bit his lower lip. “I was thinking about us. And-”

“Holy shit, you’re breaking up with me!” Will exclaimed, sitting up immediately in bed. “Are you kidding?”

“What?” Nico said, feeling terrible for making Will jump to that conclusion. “No. Not at all. I’m sorry. That came out terribly.” Will looked at Nico. Though Nico couldn’t see Will’s face clearly, he knew that Will’s face probably looked a little skeptical. Nico sat up and grabbed Will’s hands, rubbing his thumbs comfortingly along the back of Will’s hands. “I swear. I just…” Nico paused and then sighed. “I was thinking about us and kissing.”

“Oh,” Will said, his demeanor changing immediately. He clearly knew where Nico was going with this. It had been a conversation they’d had time and time again. They had never kissed, mainly because Nico wasn’t ready. It had been an ongoing theme in their relationship- taking it slow based on Nico’s comfort level. And he’d made progress, sure. But it didn’t mean that Nico wasn’t annoyed by it, by his hesitation. Because, realistically, what would happen if he kissed Will? Nothing bad, he knew that much. It would be amazing even. But it was a hurdle he still had to get over.

And Will, amazing Will, was kind and patient and caring. And Nico wanted to kiss him more than anything. “What were you thinking about?”

“Kissing you. You looked so pretty And just,” Nico sighed. Fuck. He didn’t want to have to admit this. “Just don’t be disappointed when it happens. Because I’ve never kissed anyone,” Nico admitted, cringing at himself. “I mean, clearly. But I think part of my hesitation is that I’m worried I’m going to suck at it.”

“Nico,” Will said, sounding incredibly serious. “I don’t think you could disappoint me when it comes to this. I promise I won’t be disappointed.”

“You say that but-”

“I’ve kissed like two other people in my life, Nico, and I promise I was not even half as in love with them as I was with you,” Will said. “I want to kiss you, obviously, but I want it to be on your terms at your own pace.”

“Okay,” Nico replied. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about it and I was psyching myself out.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Will said, wrapping his arms around Nico. He pressed a kiss to Nico’s temple and squeezed him tightly. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready. Now, let’s get to sleep.”

“Thank you, Will,” Nico said. The two of them laid back down. Nico snuggled in tight to Will, feeling slightly better about the situation. It would come eventually. He just hoped that he would kiss Will soon.

A few times throughout their friendship and subsequent relationship, Will asked Nico about Mythomagic. Nico always assumed it was because Will was being polite, that he wanted to take an interest in the things Nico was interested in. Truthfully, getting back into the game had been slow going. Part of it was because Nico was so damn mad at his past self. In what fucking world was it a good idea to burn the cards he had been collecting for decades, the cards that he had spent hundreds, if not thousands of dollars on?

It had been an edgy, immature move when Nico really thought about it. And now that he was a little bit older and he hoped a little bit wiser, he had really wished he hadn’t destroyed his collection.

His collection of cards and figurines mostly began again when a few people started giving him them for his birthday and Christmas. Then, on his few outings to the mortal world, he always found himself going into stores, looking for any packs he was missing. Nico worried at first that it would be a learning curve, that he would have to remember all of the rules and strategies and how to play. But Mythomagic had been his special interest for so long, the stats and the abilities and the expansion packs all came back to him relatively quickly once he picked it up again.

“Is it hard to play?” Will asked one day while Nico took out a new pack he had gotten from Hazel when he visited her. He had opened it and began to place the cards in a binder with plastic pocket sleeves in it. Will leaned against Nico wrapping his arms around Nico’s waist and placing his chin resting on Nico’s shoulder, observing what Nico was doing.

Nico thought for a second before responding. “I suppose so? It’s been so long since I learned it. I have literally played for like… decades. It’s hard to gauge how hard something is when you’ve thought about it for hours and hours.”

“Wow, you’re humble,” Will said and Nico laughed.

“I’m being realistic,” Nico said. “You asked!”

“How’d you learn?” Will asked.

Nico shrugged. “I guess I just picked it up one day? I feel like I saw it in a store or something and asked for it and then I didn’t stop playing it. I think my mom was just happy I took an interest in something besides pirates for a change.” Nico laughed a little, thinking about himself as a kid. “Gods, I was annoying.”

“You’re still annoying,” Will teased. Will was quiet for a few moments before speaking. “Would you want to teach me?”

“Really?” Nico asked, surprised that Will actually wanted to learn.

“Yes. I mean, if you want to,” Will said, sitting up from where he was leaning on Nico. “It looks fun, and you like it. So, I’m willing to try it.”

Nico turned around to face Will, feeling an odd mix of excitement and a little bit of embarrassment. Sure, he talked a fair enough about Mythomagic, and thought about it even more, but he had long recognized that, as a kid, when that was all he had talked about, he had been annoying. He didn’t want to make Will feel like he had to interested in what Nico was.

“As long as you want to. I don’t want you to feel like you need to try this just because I’m into it,” Nico said.

Will huffed and rolled his eyes. “Nico, you watched all of the Star Wars movies with me. You sit and listen to true crime podcasts with me for hours on end in the infirmary. You try to at the very least understand everything I like. I want to try it!”

“Alright. I can teach you,” Nico responded, giving Will a small smile. He reached over and grabbed the handbook he had in his bedside table drawer.

“Go easy on me,” Will said, an hour later, his eyes scanning across his hand of cards. Will had been an apt listener in Nico’s opinion, asking all of the right questions and even wanting to try a round of the game. That didn’t mean though that he was going to be a natural at the game, or even a quarter as good as Nico.

“I promise,” Nico said, rolling his eyes. “You’re acting like I am seconds away from destroying you. It’s just a game. We don’t have to play.”

“I want to. I just know that you’re going to kick my ass,” Will replied. “Okay, okay. You start the round.”

As predicted, Will lost. “Not terribly though!” Nico said encouragingly. And he wasn’t saying that to be nice. Will had made some good moves.

“Yeah,” Will conceded. “I’m not too mad about how I did. It was kind of fun. It just feels like it’s impossible to win when you’re up against someone who could probably win in international competitions against the world’s greatest Mythomagic players.”

Nico laughed. “There is no way I would be the top Mythomagic player in the world, and there is no way there’s even international Mythomagic competitions. But you’re sweet and I appreciate the sentiment.” Nico gathered the cards up and shuffled them.

“Let’s play another round. I think I can get the hang of this,” Will said after a few seconds of silence. “You’re on, Death Boy.”

Nico stared at Will, a small smile forming on his face. Gods, he loved Will. “Wow, what happened to making me promise to go easy on you? If you want to play like that, bring it Solace.”

Nico had to admit, he was pretty proud of himself for coming up with his and Will’s one year anniversary date. He felt like he never really had the romance that Will deserved, that he could do so much better professing his love for his boyfriend. Will was the one who consistently did nice things for Nico, the one who was always giving Nico good gifts. He seemed like he was always one step ahead of Nico in terms of romance, and Nico wanted to be on his level for once. He needed Will to know how much he loved him and meant to him.

From their sixth month anniversary on, Nico began agonizing over what to get Will for their one year anniversary. He wanted to do something special. Will deserved the works- a nice gift and a thoughtful date and some grand gestures. Besides, a year was a big deal. Nico assumed it was a big deal for any couple, but for him and Will it felt significant. Maybe it was the impending doom of the Tartarus situation, maybe it was because demigod lives were shorter than the average person’s, maybe just because they were teenagers and in love. Whatever caused Nico to feel that way, it made him nervous and made him feel like he had to do everything in his power to give Will a good day.

And so he spent hours asking for advice, pouring over date ideas, and wondering what he and Will could do for their first anniversary. And then, the idea hit him over the head. “Picnic in the strawberry fields,” he said to Kayla and Austin when he finally found them sitting on a bench near the volleyball nets. They both looked at him like they had no idea what he was talking about. “For mine and Will’s first anniversary date,” he elaborated.

“Ah, I understand. That’s cute,” Kayla said, nodding approvingly. Austin gave him a thumbs up. Nico wasn’t sure if they were just going along with him because they were tired of hearing him talk ad nauseam about this. But, it was important to him, and important to Will so why wouldn’t he talk about it a lot to the people who knew Will best?

“But do you think that it’s good enough for Will?” asked Nico, sitting down next to the two of them. “I know it’s not a grand or elaborate idea, but I think that it’s nice and thought out. And that shows that you care, right?”

“I think you’re drastically overthinking this, Nico,” Austin offered. Kayla shook her head in agreement, while Nico sighed.

“...Okay, maybe. But, I just want this to be perfect for him,” Nico replied. “Will is… Will, you know,” Nico said, gesturing his hands wildly. Will was one of the most important people to Nico, and easily one of his favorite, if not his favorite person in the world. He cared about Nico everyday, and the least Nico could do was put together this date for him. “He’s amazing,” Nico finished, not fully finding the words to explain what exactly Will meant to him, “and he deserves a good anniversary.”

“You’re sweet, but you need to chill out,” Austin said. “Will is going to love anything you plan for him because you planned it. He’s crazy for you man. You’ve got this.”

Despite Austin and Kayla’s best efforts, he still felt apprehensive. Nonetheless, he went forward with the plan and spent the weeks leading up to their anniversary planning and buying things. The day of their anniversary, he and Will spent the morning together, but after lunch he broke away to set everything up. He had asked Cecil and Lou Ellen to keep Will occupied, and when it was approaching dinner time, and he still hadn’t heard from Will, he knew that he picked the right people for the job.

Just as the sun was beginning to get low in the sky, Nico saw Will walking towards him. He would spot Will in any place from any distance, because how could he not? Will was gorgeous, and as he walked closer to where Nico had set up the picnic, Nico could see that he was smiling. Nico felt like all that mattered in the world was that he made Will happy.

“Hi,” Nico said as he and Will approached one another. Will’s lips crashed into Nico’s. When they finally pulled away, Nico said, “Happy Anniversary. Again.”

“So this is why Cecil and Lou Ellen suddenly came to the infirmary with a hundred new symptoms,” Will said, a smirk on his face. “I gotta say, they really knocked it out of the park when it came to keeping me busy. I assumed that that’s why they did that. So you could set up undisturbed.”

“I’ll have to thank them,” Nico replied. “Wanna go sit?” Nico asked, pointing to the picnic blanket he had laid out.

“Candles and everything, di Angelo? You sure spoil a guy,” Will said, but stopped in his tracks. “Uh oh.”

“What?” Nico asked, turning around to face the picnic blanket, his heart dropping. He laughed when he saw what Will must have been referring to. “Oh. It’s just a bird. He must have landed while we were turned.” Nico grabbed Will’s hand, and tried to pull him towards the blanket. Will planted his feet into the ground and refused to move.

“You better not let that bird get me,” Will said, slowly backing up further and further from the picnic blanket.

“I promise I won’t,” Nico replied, trying his best to hide his laughter.

“You’re laughing at me,” Will said, pouting dramatically. Nico walked back to Will and pressed a kiss to Will’s lips.

“It’s just a bird, Will. He won’t attack you. He probably doesn’t even care that we are here,” Nico said. “Do you want me to scare him away?”

“Please,” Will said, nodding enthusiastically. Nico smiled at Will and began to walk towards the blanket. The bird flew away as soon as Nico got even slightly close to him.

“It’s safe,” Nico called to Will, rolling his eyes. “See? He wouldn’t have attacked you.”

“You’re my hero,” Will said, coming up to Nico and throwing his arms around him. “And, you don’t know that he would have left us alone! Maybe he could smell my fear, you ever think of that?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Nico replied, laughing a bit. “But, I love you. Now, come sit. We are going to enjoy this damn picnic if it’s the last thing we do.”

Once they returned from Tartarus, after they had eaten and showered and could finally breathe Nico collapsed into his bed, exhausted. He planned on sleeping for at least two days if he could help it. Nico was always, on some level, exhausted. But, this was a new type of tired, and he couldn’t wait to get some real rest.

He was half asleep when he heard a knock on his cabin door. “Come in,” he said, though he wasn’t sure whoever was knocking (he assumed it was Will) heard him. Nonetheless, the person knocked (who was Will) came in. “Hi,” Nico said, not getting up from where he was curled up in a ball in his bed.

“Can I join you?” Will asked. “If you’re not tired of me after spending the past week with me in superhell.”

“You’re a dumbass,” Nico said, taking off his blanket and moving over on the bed so Will could lay with him. Will took off his shoes and climbed in bed. Nico immediately wrapped his arms around Will and burrowed into his chest. “I always want you,” Nico said, his voice muffled from being face first in Will’s chest. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of Will’s sandalwood body wash. He had missed that smell when they were in Tartarus.

They laid in silence for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence. Nico couldn’t believe that they were alive and safe and, hopefully, never had to go through something like Tartarus again. Nico lifted his head to look at Will. He untangled his one arm from around Will and reached up to run his fingers through Will’s still damp curls. “I just want to lay here forever,” Nico admitted, nuzzling back into Will’s chest. “You smell so nice and clean.”

“I spent like at least an hour scrubbing. I feel reborn,” Will replied, squeezing Nico tightly. Nico felt him press a kiss to Nico’s cheek. “Gods, this sleep is going to hit.”

“Promise me that you won’t wake me up for breakfast,” Nico said, lifting his head up one more time. Will nodded and then Nico laid back down. His brain felt like mush. It had been a long, arduous trip to Tartarus, and he was finally ready to relax.

Will deserved it, Nico felt like he finally deserved it. Nico was ready for his new life to begin.

After he woke up, though. Living could wait until he was well rested.

Whenever Will wanted to do something or wanted something, he never just said it outright. He usually started by dropping hints, making subtle comments, for a few weeks until he mentioned that maybe he wanted something. Which meant that he had definitely did want the thing, and had only built up enough confidence to say it outright as a hypothetical.

So, when Will started asking Lou Ellen one day about how she started dying her hair, and showing Nico pictures of people who dyed their hair, and eventually asked Nico, “do you think I would look good with blue hair?” it wasn’t particularly shocking. After that, it took another few weeks of encouragement, with Will going back and forth about dying his hair (“what if I look dumb?” he whined), before he actually brought a box of hair dye.

“You can’t laugh,” Will said seriously when he was finally ready to attempt dying his hair for the first time. “I really want to do this. I want to dye my hair.”

“I promise,” Nico replied solemnly, eyeing the blue box hair dye suspiciously. They had helped Lou Ellen a few times with dying her hair, but Nico knew how badly Will wanted to do this, and wanted it to work out. If it looked bad or didn’t take, Will would be devastated. “This is going to work, right?”

“Of course,” Will said, rolling his eyes while he opened the packaging.

“I’m a seasoned pro,” Lou Ellen chimed in gesturing to her dyed hair. “And, how many times have you guys helped me out with it? Like a million at this point. We’ll be good.” Lou Ellen reached out and ran her fingers through Will’s blonde locks. “You’ve got such a nice head of hair, Will.”

“It’ll be so funny to see you with blue,” Cecil chimed in.

“Shut up, Cecil. It’s only part of my hair,” Will said. “Just to try it. A few streaks. I’m not going full Hatsune Miku just yet.”

“You should commit in my opinion, but whatever makes you happy,” Lou replied, pulling on a pair of gloves. “Come on Cecil. Grab a pair and help me with this.”

Nico watched while Lou and Cecil grabbed Will’s hair and began slathering dark blue dye on it. They worked pretty quickly, making sure all of Will’s hair strands were covered. Putting the dye in was easy. The wait to wash it out was long, but when Will finally hopped into the shower to wash the dye out, Nico was excited. He hoped that Will liked it, because that was what mattered.

When he, Cecil, and Lou Ellen heard a groan from inside bathroom, Nico knew something was wrong. “Will?” he called. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” Will called back miserably.

“Oh no. Please tell me your hair didn’t fall out,” Lou said. “You can’t rock the bald look.”

“Please tell me it did,” Cecil added on. “That would be hysterical.”

“You’re a dick,” Will yelled. Then, he exited the bathroom. His hair had turned not blue, but a sickly green color. “I’m not sure how this happened.”

“Oh no,” Lou said. “I guess the yellow in your hair,” (‘my hair is blonde!’ Will cut in), “and the blue mixed.” Will, Nico, Lou Ellen, and Cecil all looked at each other in silence for a second, before bursting out laughing.

“Wait, I kind of like it,” Nico said, smiling, unable to stop himself from laughing. He reached up to touch one of the green strands in Will’s hair. The blue would have looked nice. It would have matched his eyes and it was the color that Will really wanted. But, the green was different, in a good way. “It’s not blue, but it’s cool!”

“Stop lying,” Will said, still smiling and giggling a little. “It’s heinous. But I tried it! I dyed my hair!”

“You can cross that off your bucket list. But, we should probably also look into some color corrector,” Cecil replied.

Nico pressed a kiss to Will’s cheek. “Sorry I broke my promise and laughed,” Nico apologized. “You’re still handsome.”

“I’ll let it slide, but just this once,” Will replied, mock anger in his voice. “This shit is pretty ridiculous. But hey. At least I tried it and now I know! Never let me dye my hair again.”

#solangelo #solangelo week #5 +1 things #fluff

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 2 months

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I walk into the bathroom, my bladder protesting. Probably from all the beer I drank the night before. My head feels a bit fuzzy, but I have had worse hangovers. I wash my hands in the sink and look around at the country blue walls of the bathroom. A T-shirt is hanging on the towel rack. I'm not sure if it's been hung up to dry or if this is what a hand towel is to a 37year old bachelor. I chuckle to myself because I am neither surprised nor offended. He's just very cute. I wipe my hands on my black leggings just in case. I'm dressed in the same clothes I wore out last night.

I take a deep breath and look in the mirror. I look as freshly fucked as I feel. My mascara is smeared across my nose. I wet a tissue and scrub it off as best I can. My hair is cowlicked at both my temples from sweating. I bit one side of my lip hard enough for it to be slightly swollen. My mouth feels a bit fatigued. My girl parts feel a bit sore. I have a flashback of me screaming to go harder. His low, gritty voice asking me if I'm ok with the result. Encouraging me to cum. Long fingers. Soft lips. Stamina. Cries of passion coming from both of us.

I was surprised when he pulled me into him and spooned me when we were done. He fell asleep after telling me to make myself at home. Bathroom, kitchen. Whatever I needed. I was expecting him to gently ask me to leave. It was a one night stand after all. But, he also didn't strike me as being a dick, either. I felt very safe and comfortable. It was a nice feeling, considering I wasn't usually going home with guys I just started drinking with at a bar an hour before. But, he didn't make me feel judged or like a piece of meat. And that was amazing. I make the decision to tell him how much I appreciate him if I get the chance to.

I smooth my hair and run my fingers through the tangles. The curls from last night are now beachy waves. I search my purse and find a hair tie. His toothpaste is sitting on the counter so I use my finger as a makeshift tooth brush. Better than nothing, I suppose. I decide I look a little less like the prom queen on Hole's Live Through This album and exit the bathroom into the bedroom.

My purse is propped against a lamp on the end table by the side of the bed I was in. I know I had left it in the living room. When I go to reach for it I see a glass of water and some Advil sitting behind it. What a sweetheart. My heart suddenly leaps in my chest as the realization hits me that I just had a one night stand with thee Evan fucking Peters and I'm standing in his bedroom. My bodily fluids are at the moment, staining his sheets. What is life?

I nervously exit his bedroom, purse in tow. I walk downstairs and grab my sweater that had been propped on a chair. He is not in the living room so I put my sweater and purse on the blue couch and wait. Should I just leave? No,he's been nothing but kind. I should at least thank him for that before I never see him again. I start looking around. There's a section of the living room set up like a one man band. Keyboard, guitar and drums sit in the corner. I'm lost in thought when I hear a voice, making me spin around to see Evan standing there. He's wearing sweatpants with holes in them and a T-shirt. His hair is a bit tousled. A sexy smirk producing one deep dimple. His face changes when he sees my things on the couch.

"Are you leaving already?" He asks

Already?

"Uhhhh, well, I probably should? I don't want to overstay my welcome any more than I already have."

"Don't be silly, you are welcome here. But I just ordered breakfast, so if you would like to stay and eat, please do."

Feeling shocked and needing to clarify, I ask "Oh? You ordered breakfast for us?" Wagging a finger between us to indicate I meant both of us.

"Yea. Figured you might be hungry. I know I am."

"Oh, um, that was really nice of you. I would love to stay for a bit. Thank you." I smile at him.

"No problem. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Not bad, actually. Thanks for the Advil and water. Actually...." I drift off and shyness invades my face.

His eyebrows lift as if to say and...

"Well, I don't mean to sound sappy and shit, but I feel like I need to tell you how much I appreciate your kindness. You are a true gentleman and I hope you never lose that cause it's a rare quality in men these days"

He lets out a shy chuckle and he blushes. "I'm not sure about all that, but thanks"

"I mean I felt very safe and comfortable. You didn't make me feel slutty or...."

He cuts me off , brows furrowed "What do you mean?"

"Uh, well, I don't usually go home with guys I just met. I'm not judging anybody, of course. But It's just not me. I get in my head and wonder what people think of me sometimes."

I go silent. His eyes soften. He speaks softly.

"Listen, I know all about that. I do not at all feel like you are anything but beautiful and sweet. And honestly, I was a bit nervous you were only interested cause I'm a celebrity. But, you made me feel very safe and comfortable as well. In fact, It's been a long time since I've been with a woman that has been so attentive to me. I don't mean to get sappy either, but it made the sex a bit... Mind-blowing"

Just then the ring chime goes off. It echoes into the living room, startling me. Mind-blowing? Evan Peters just said sex with me was mind-blowing. What?!

I follow Evan to the door to help him. It was a good decision as there are three bags of food. Holy shit. He takes two bags and puts them on his coffee table and I follow suit.

"I didn't know what you might want so I got a bit of everything." He says it like he's commenting on the weather. Like kindness is just natural to him, which I am starting to see as truth.

"oh my gosh, thank you for this. You are so, so sweet. You really are" I smile at him and touch his arm gently. My stomach growling loud enough for him to hear it. He gives me a sympathetic look.

"Let's get some food in your stomach" he says as he starts unpacking the food. He's not kidding. Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, french toast, pancakes, fruit. So much food. The restaurant packed us plasticware and paper plates, so we can just dig in. Then he pulls a diet Pepsi out of the bag and presents it to me like he would a bouquet of flowers. An adorable half smile on his face.

"Oh, Evan. You know the way to my heart" I giggle. I suddenly get a bit choked up and have to swallow it. I mentioned briefly that I should have gotten a diet Pepsi to drink before we left on the way to his place and he remembered. He listened.

We start eating and chatting in his living room. I mention his instruments and he talks about playing all three since he was a kid. I tell him how much I love to sing and joke about starting a band.

He gets shy and clears his throat. "We should do karaoke sometime soon" he says, blushing. Smiling. Dimples standing out.

"Oh..."

Nervous by my response, he speaks but his voice is shaky "Uh, look. We didn't really talk about this. But, I don't really feel like we should just part ways and never speak again. You haven't once treated me like I'm anything other than a normal guy and...I appreciate it. A lot. " he nods his head and looks at the floor. When I speak he looks up at me.

"I don't even think about you being famous when I talk to you. It's not something I care about. You are interesting and deep and you have a natural kindness that I honestly have never seen before. And I really appreciate you as well. Also, it was mind-blowing for me too" I whisper the last part.

Suddenly, both our forks are dropped at the same time. We get up on our knees to reach each other across the table. Evan leads us into a passionate, loving kiss. I cradle his face with my hands, rubbing my thumbs gently over his cheeks. I brush my hand over his curls and his eyes close with comfort. Our foreheads meet. After a minute in this position he speaks.

"Can I take you out on a date tonight? Exchange numbers?

"That sounds wonderful to me" I answer. His response is a kiss on my nose and a sweet smile.

Seriously, what is life?

oh.. 📚

#fics

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 1 year

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Word find tag (soon, later, wait, when, and now)

I was tagged by @thegreatobsesso. Thank you! <3

Tagging: @i-can-even-burn-salad, @winterandwords, @nanashi23 Your words: quick, thrill, threat, laugh, heal

I've been challenged to find positive quotes after my last very angsty word find. They were slightly difficult to find, but turns out I *do* have a few :D

These will be from Shattered Soul. It got a bit long (bc they're cute scenes damnit 🥺💜), so I'm slapping on a readmore.

wip intro

Soon

[Darian] He fixed up a plate and dug in; he hadn't realized how hungry he was. To his relief, Alaia began eating again as well, although she stopped sooner than he would've liked.

She gave him a strange look right as he took a large bite from a meatpie. "I'm really not a prisoner here, am I? Kiala offered me training. You're sitting here eating with me, not even asking any questions. Nobody locks the door. If I could walk more than two steps at a time, could I leave?"

The meatpie stuck in his throat at that, and he reached for some water to wash it down. "Do you want to leave?" he asked carefully.

Please, don't want to leave.

"Leave the room," she clarified, and he began to breathe again, nonchalantly taking another sip of water to cover his relief.

Later

[Alaia] She picked up the clear glass, which showcased a rainbow of colored liquid within. It smelled sweet, slightly fruity, but had the distinctive aroma of alcohol. Tentatively, she took a tiny sip, mindful of the coffee she had tried this morning. But she was relieved to find this tasted wonderful, like a medley of different fruits bursting upon her tongue. A noise of appreciation escaped as she looked at the drink with more interest.

Nuzzling her temple, Darian asked, "Better than the coffee?"

A pleasant warmth spread in her chest as she took a larger drink. "Oh yes, there's no comparison."

Darian chuckled.

Jesam pressed close to her other side, reaching over to grab some bread and cheese. Aleix teased him, jerking the basket away, and she reached out to intervene as they started fighting for it. Cambria gave her a conspiratorial grin, and they both reached for the basket, claiming the last couple pieces of bread, cramming them into their mouths as all the males complained.

A couple of drinks later, Alaia felt ready to float free from her body. Whatever this alcohol was, it wasn't human alcohol. It made her feel light and airy. But also warm and fuzzy, so maybe it was normal alcohol. She didn't know anymore, and didn't care.

Wait & When

Before he could mention adding milk or sugar, she lifted her cup and took a cautious sip. Darian winced, anticipating her reaction. Sure enough, her eyes watered as her face screwed up in disgust at the bitterness.

"Oh gods," she gasped. "You people drink this willingly? What is wrong with you?"

Darian burst out laughing, even while he mindspoke their server.

Alaia gave him a dirty look, pushing the cup away. "It's not funny—"

"I'm so sorry," Tay said, interrupting Alaia before she could give Darian the tongue-lashing he likely deserved. "Here, let me help you. Most of us prefer at least a little cream and sugar to soften the bitterness. Or I could bring you tea, if you'd rather not try again." They wrung their hands while they waited for Alaia's response.

"Oh no, it's not your fault," Alaia assured them. She shot another glare at Darian and reached for the small container of cream the server had brought. "How much should I add?

Darian was convinced there was more cream and sugar than coffee in Alaia's cup when she finished. By that time, their food had been delivered. Alaia looked at her plate of fluffy sweet bread topped with fresh fruit with something that actually resembled interest. She picked up her fork, then pointed it at Darian.

"Tell me, is there anything I need to add to this to make it not taste like burned charcoal steeped in hot water?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to stab me with that fork?"

"Only if you lie to me." She scowled, but there was a thread of amusement dancing between them, and Darian smiled.

Now

She rolled her eyes, turning to point her fork at Kiral. "Speak."

Kiral burst out laughing. "Bossy much, kaireda mia?"

"I'm not above stabbing you with this fork and making you squirm before I heal you," Alaia threatened, waving said fork around. "And what in the Mother's name did you just call me? At least your brother translates his sappy terms of endearment."

"I think you like my sappy terms of endearment, mi'alla," Darian said, squeezing her hip.

"Kaireda mia means dear sister," Kiral managed to choke out between bouts of laughter. "Now we've moved on to physical threats?"

Alaia lowered her fork, suddenly remembering the king and queen were at the table. She eyed them a little nervously, considering she'd just threatened to stab the crown prince.

Mariana caught her look, and smiled. "We don't hold titles in this room, kaireda. Besides, I'm sure Darian is thrilled to learn his mate is just as bloodthirsty as he is."

Elian chuckled. "Yes, Darian is pretty quick to draw his dagger. Kiral probably appreciates only being threatened with a fork."

"I do!" Kiral said, gasping for breath. "I appreciate it about as much as the offer to heal me after. Means I don't have to trail blood everywhere while I drag myself to the Hall of Healing."

#hmm two scenes involving a fork #lol #did i win elli? do i get a cookie?#🥺🥺 (hopeful)#starlit plays tag games #word find tag #shattered soul

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hummingbird-of-light · 8 months

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Against All Odds

Part 733

McCoy

The hot water had relaxed McCoy until it felt as if every bad thing that had happened lately was completely soaked out of him. Scotty was close and his smile made McCoy’s heart beat faster.

“Are you hungry?” he asked after they had been sitting in silence for a while.

“Oh,” Scotty said as he straightened up. “We missed dinner didn’t we?”

“No,” McCoy laughed lightly. “Well, yes, but I told you, I’d have it sent up, and I did. It’s waiting in our room whenever we’re ready.”

“Our room.” McCoy saw Scotty mouth the words to himself.

“Yes, our room. It stopped being just mine that first morning you spent with me there last summer. Anything I have Scotty, it’s ours now.”

He watched as a quick succession of emotions flashed through Scotty’s eyes. Before Scotty’s mouth could open to say anything McCoy pushed forward and kissed him. He pulled him close and they slipped a little deeper into the hot, bubbling water.

“I’m yours Scotty,” McCoy whispered against his fiancé’s lips. “And you’re mine. I love you.”

“I love ye too,” Scotty answered, sounding just a bit dazed.

They stayed close, holding each other tight for a while longer before McCoy finally, regretfully, said they should eat.

In their room they changed from the clothes they had worn to the pool into comfortable lounging clothes and sat at the table. McCoy pulled the lids off to find their meal still steaming, and his stomach grumbled at him. He laughed, but noticed Scotty’s eyes had landed on something else.

“Len is that…?”

McCoy picked up the bottle already uncorked next to their plates. He poured a small amount into the two glasses next to it.

“Yes.”

“But—”

“We’re of age,” McCoy said, slowly moving one glass towards Scotty. “And it’s to celebrate all the bad is behind us now.”

“Don’t tempt fate—”

“If you don’t want to drink it, that’s completely fine Scotty, I won’t force you. I thought it might be nice to do something a little different. A bit more grown up.” He grinned wildly until Scotty laughed with him.

“Always a madman,” Scotty laughed.

“Just for you,” McCoy laughed back and sat down. “To us,” he said more soberly, picking up his glass and holding it towards Scotty.

“To us and good fortune,” Scotty agreed, picking up his own glass and tapping it lightly to McCoy’s, before they both drank.

McCoy wrapped himself around Scotty. His fiancé’s steady breath told McCoy he was asleep. McCoy would join him soon, he could tell as his own eyelids grew heavier, but for a moment he just stared at Scotty. His face was peaceful, just a hint of a smile on his lips. Gently McCoy tipped his head and pressed a kiss to those lips. Then he tucked his head against Scotty’s chest, closed his eyes and drifted away on the warm feelings their love had left flowing through him.

Part 734

Scotty

They spent Sunday morning with the royal family and Francine, but after breakfast the latter one had to fly back to Scotland already. Work was waiting and furthermore, Scotty's mother claimed that Alasdair couldn't take care of the house properly. The young Scotsman couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of his grandfather cooking and cleaning the house and he knew that Francine was right.

After lunch, the boys had to leave, too. Leah hugged both of them quite tightly and told Scotty to hug Robbie back. When the princess spoke out Robbie's name, there was a hint of tears in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.

"Will do, lassie. I'll tell him that ye miss him a lot."

Leah gave him a grateful nod, before she nodded at the car waiting for him and Leonard.

"You better go now."

They all said their goodbyes and an hour later, the boys sat in the shuttle back to school.

"Welcome back!"

Familar faces were waiting for them at the stairs of the school. Jim and Spock were standing there, a grin on the blond's face. Christine and Robbie were there too. Hugs and greetings were exchanged.

"Your highness, Scotty. I hope that everything went well on Georgiares," Spock greeted them with a nod and Leonard let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"It did, yeah. It was just... pretty exhausting."

Scotty nodded in agreement. The flight back had been quite tiresome. And the Scotsman just wanted to rest.

"When will the interview be aired?" Christine asked. There was a concerned look on her face.

"Probably tomorrow evening," Leonard said. David had told them in the morning that he'd take a look at the video in the evening and that he'd send it to Leonard and Scotty then.

"I bet you did great," Jim smiled, clapping both of his friends’ backs. Robbie nodded too.

"Aye, I'm sure ye did."

Together they walked into the school building, chatting about this and that and only came to a halt, when a familar face passed them by.

Jocelyn.

She stopped for a moment, stared at the small group and sent Leonard a poisonous glare. Then she turned around and walked off, head held high.

Scotty rolled his eyes. She was such a stucked up bitch!

"Ignore her, leannan. She won't ever hurt us again."

Leonard grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently, causing Scotty to look up at him. Softly, the Scotsman smiled.

"Aye, ye're right. Let's just get our stuff up into our room and relax."

After dinner, the two of them sat in their room, staring at the screen of Leonard's PADD. They had just finished watching the video of the interviews.

Scotty let out a relieved breath. It... was just perfect. Amy had done a great job.

"I cannae believe it," he muttered quietly and Leonard sent him a confused glance.

"Is something wrong with it? Do you need something changed or cut?"

The prince sounded quite worried, eyes wide.

But Scotty shook his head, a smile on his lips.

"Nae. It's great, mo ghràdh. I just cannae believe that there are great reporters like Amy. People... who don't try to make us look bad."

Leonard smiled too. He put the PADD down for a moment and placed his hand on Scotty's cheek.

"Not the whole world is against us, Scotty. There are still people out there who want to help us. And Amy is one of them."

Scotty nodded, then kissed Leonard.

"Now we just have to wait for everyone's reactions."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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wrestlersownmyheart · 2 years

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The Long Day (Finn Bálor X Reader)

Pairing: Finn Bálor X Reader Summary: You have an awful headache and Finn does everything in his power to help you through it. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Fluff

The Long Day

You stepped in the door of your home and dropped your briefcase and purse right where you stood. Which you never did. You usually always put them in their proper places, but today…

Today you just weren't feeling it. You'd pick them up later. All you wanted right now was a bed and a dark room.

"Babe," you called out weakly. Finn, your Irish husband, should be there. "I'm home."

"Hey, love," Finn came out of the kitchen and smiled at you. A frown furrowed his brow as he gazed at you. "What's wrong?"

"I have had a long day and a huge tension headache from staring at spreadsheets all day," you mumbled, heading for the sofa. "Would you mind bringing me some ibuprofen?"

"Of course not," Finn replied, and headed for the bathroom to get you the medication.

He quickly came back with three ibuprofen and a glass of water. "Drink all the water, in case you're dehydrated," he advised.

You nodded, and proceeded to gulp down the pills as well as the entire glass of water. "Thank you," you said, setting the glass on the end table next to you.

"You're welcome, love. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

You shook your head, "I think I'm just going to get in some comfortable clothes and take a small nap before we eat. Could we order out tonight?"

"Sounds great. What are you hungry for?"

"I've read that fish can be good for a headache so some spicy fish plate sounds wonderful."

"Okay, T.G.I. Friday's should have something that'll do. I'll order it while you're napping and keep it warm for us."

"Thank you, Finn," you offered him a tired smile-the best you could do-and stood to your feet. I think I'll put some pajamas on and get in bed for maybe an hour."

"Okay, I'll be up in a few minutes and will massage your neck a bit. Maybe that will help."

"Thank you so much, babe. I'd appreciate that so much."

You turned and headed for the stairs, eager to get up to the bedroom and get your pajamas on.

You went into your bedroom and quickly dug through your dresser drawers to find your favorite comfy pair of plaid pajama bottoms and matching top.

Undressing, you quickly pulled the pajamas on and wasted no time in climbing into the bed. You hurriedly pulled the covers up to your chin and then reached over, turning out the lamp on your night table. Blessed darkness-save for some sunlight filtering through your shades-engulfed you and instantly, the tension behind your eyes lessened.

A moment later, you heard the bedroom door open and then footsteps on the carpet, nearing the bed.

"Ready for that neck massage, babe?"

"Yes," you murmured, turning onto your stomach. You immediately felt the bed dip at your side and then Finn's warm hands touched your neck and began applying pressure at certain points.

"Oh, Finn," you groaned. "That feels so good."

"I'm glad," he whispered, running his thumbs down the length of your spine and then back up. "I hope it helps you to feel better."

Then he gripped your shoulders lightly in his hands and squeezed, then released. Squeezed again. Then he moved back to your neck and rubbed the muscles till they loosened up.

"Oh, my gosh... Finn, you're so good at this."

"Thanks, love," he mumbled, and continued to massage your neck, shoulders and back.

Before long, your eyes began to droop and within minutes you were fast asleep.

When you awoke, the daylight coming through your windows had dimmed down to a dusky gray and the room was darker. Your headache was all but gone. "How long did he let me sleep," you wondered aloud as you climbed out of the bed. You glanced at the alarm clock on your night table and saw that it read 7:30. You'd slept for two hours.

Heading down the stairs you smelled food wafting in from the kitchen. It smelled devine.

"Finn," you called out, walking toward the kitchen.

"In here, love." You heard from the kitchen. He emerged at the doorway. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much," you replied, smiling warmly at him. "Is that T.G.I. Friday's I smell?"

"Yep, it is," he said. "Sit down and we'll eat."

He revealed to you that he'd ordered you the Dragon-Glaze Salmon and he had the Crispy Whiskey Combo.

"This looks so good. Thanks for ordering it."

"You're very welcome. I'm glad you're feeling better," he added. "I thought if it seems like it wouldn't make your headache come back, we could watch a movie together-your pick."

"Sounds like fun," you commented, forking up a bite of your salmon. "I pick The Swan Princess."

Finn smiled, seemingly knowing that you would pick exactly that. "A vow of everlasting love it is!"

You finished your meals and then you cleaned up together, trashing all your take out containers and plastic cutlery. Then Finn went to set up the movie while you sat on the sofa and pulled a blanket over yourself, leaving enough for Finn when he sat down.

Soon, you were both cuddled up on the sofa and were covered by the blanket and ready to start the film.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Finn," You said as the opening credits played through. You looked up at him and smiled. "Really, I don't know what I'd have done without you today."

"You don't have to t'ank me, love," he replied with a big smile. "You'd have done the same for me. Besides, "sickness and health", right?"

You nodded, "Yes. And of course I would have done the same for you. It's just that, I know how busy you are, and all. It seems like there's always something you need to be doing so it's hard for me to expect help from you. You know? I don't want to burden you."

"You'll never burden me," Finn said with a soft smile. "Now, let's watch the movie."

"I love you," you said softly, reaching up and pulling his face down to yours, kissing him softly.

"I love you too, lass," he whispered, kissing you back.

With that, you both snuggled together and watched your favorite animated movie in the world.

THE END

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