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littlemessyjessi · 2 days
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I feel, deep in my bones, that one could summon fae!Felix by repeating that bit he does in Topline thrice over in a mirror: BOM DIGI DIGI BOM BOM BOM BOM and maybe it works faster if you try to 'go deep' with it... or maybe this is just stuck in my head in an audio stim kind of way and I live in the land of delulu
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A Guide to Summoning Your Faelix: AKA Faerie Felix / the most sweetest thing in the world.
FAE FELIX?
Ok!
SO let's do this!
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First, we'll need to set the mood. Obviously, we're gonna need blue. It is his favorite color. Even though poor baby was recently heartbroken because the color analyst told him that blue doesn't work for him. Even though OBVIOUSLY that is incorrect! He is gorgeous in blue. Precious baby. How dare they? Unacceptable.
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So, I just feel like it's absolutely NECESSARY that we include blue for the baby chick. Fuck them color swatches.
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NEXT! Brownies as an offering. Non negotiable. Here is his recipe. Enjoy. They are fantastic.
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Third.... we must call on the spirit of Bang Chan for he can always find his Lixie. Plus, he's our resident source of Lixie information. If he doesn't know, he'll figure it out for us. Bang Chan for President.
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Now, it's time to get down to business. This is very serious. Set the lights. Turn on the music. Look in the mirror and say it.
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Put all the bass you got in your voice and ..... POOF!
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Congratulations! You have completed your very first summoning.
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Now, let's discuss care for your Fae Felix.
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First and foremost, he is going to require lots of love and affection. If you do not feel as if you can provide adequate love and affection for your Faelix then please reconsider.
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If your Faelix does not receive adequate time, care and affection then he will cry. And subsequently, I will come to beat your ass.
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BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! DON"T YOU DARE MAKE THIS BABY SUNSHINE CHICKEN CRY! THIS MEANS WAR!
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And! I'm telling Minho! And he'll help me whoop ass. So be prepared and think about that when moving forward with your Faelix.
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Minho is watching...
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Always watching.
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Perhaps, a Hyunjinnie would be more suitable for you or perhaps a Minho. They still require love and affection but they do understand that everyone needs alone time.
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Though, if you do choose to summon Minho... god help you.
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If you have an aversion to copious amounts of physical displays of love and affection, PLEASE AND I AM BEGGING YOU... do NOT summon yourself a Changbinnie. He WILL be giving you his love and you WILL like it.
Fair warning.
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But back to Faelix.
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Now, please remember that your Faelix can handle some spice but not exceedingly so.
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Be mindful of his dietary needs.
If not he'll scream.
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On that note, you are going to need to stock up on rice cakes. Trust me. And probably fried chicken. Just do it.
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It is also important to note that your Faelix is also sensitive to scary things so he's not likely to be a horror movie buddy for you. If you really, really, REALLY want him to... he'll do it to make you happy. However, he will basically turn your room into a nest at night and cover you with cuddles all night long... because he's scared to death. Poor Lixie. You will have a much better experience if you pick a comedy or action. He'll still cuddle you (if you want it) but it won't be out of fear. And nobody wants a scared Lix. He deserves to be happy.
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Also, on this note of Fae Felix. Just so you know, you're not supposed to give fairies your name. No matter how much they beg.
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However, Felix is literally the one that you could tell anything and he wouldn't use it against you. You're secret is safe with him. As is your soul.
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Now, in summary : It's all important but here are your TOP 3 to remember!
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Number One: Please provide adequate love, affection and care for your Faelix.
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Number Two: Please mind his dietary needs and plan accordingly. Give him whatever he wants. Or else he is going to become insane.
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Number Three: The Final and Most Important Rule of All
Remember that Minho is watching... always watching.
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He sees all.
He knows all.
I know, You know, We know, Lee Know
Thank you for coming to my presentation and have a nice day.
Please help yourself to a treat on your way out. We're serving brownies. Obviously.
..............
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this crazy tangent of mine and thank you so much for sending it in!
Love, K
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I found socks with my favorite flowers on them (nasturtiums!), but they literally don't match anything I own, so making an outfit with them is difficult.. just all black with the bright shoes and a random stuffed animal for accents lol
#self#ootd#still unsure if I should do the like.. 'saying where stuff is from' section at the end of outfit posts like I think it's popular to do#but it just feels repetitive because basically for everything is just 'it's all thrifted' occasional 'shoes from ebay 10 years ago so I don#t remember the seller' or 'socks from a random sock store in the mall 2 years ago' etc.#even the stuffed animal is from the bins lol#Shoes and tights and wigs are the only things that it tends to be harder to get from the bins. Though I still find some#except wigs. I wouldn't really wear Bin Wigs since half the bins have like mysterious wet stuff and mold in them or etc.#I've gotten some shoes and stuff there though. But most of my shoes are from online. It's just that theyre also not from#like.. brands..?? Like 'converse' or something. It's more.. some random ebay seller in 2017 or something#so then that feels weird too because I thought the point of that being popular is so people can go find the things you're wearing and#buy them or whatever. but in my case that would never be helpful ghjbjk#since I also keep things so long. I have shoes and stuff Ive had since elementary school#good luck tracking down where I got these tights on ebay in 2011. good luck going to the bins or a thriftstore and finding the same#exact dress or etc. So then in that case does it even matter?? eh#The only sense I could see it being useful in is like. people seeing that they could make looks without spending a lot of money.#since I have had some comments on costumes or makeups before like 'omg I would love to look like this if I had the $$ for clothes *sad emo#ji*' or whatever. and I always want to message them and be like.. this entire outfit cost like $2.. you can do it. Don't get discouraged#I mean depending on the resources available to you. I know not everyone has a bins type place near the#m. but still. and all of my makeup and wigs are cheap as hell. Probably full of terrible chemicals. but I wear them like. once every 5 mont#hs or less since I dont do full costumes that often so hopefully wont get an infection or something. etc. etc.#ANYWAY. I could see it being useful I guess in just letting people know most of everything is secondhand#if that's meaningful to them for some reason. but also I feel like thats obvious since I talk about it. so#still just seems repetitive to me. ANYWAY. Love nasturtiums... aaaaaa... even though it's not my colors at all and I never#wear black or anything that would match them#I had to do it. I also normally would never ever pay $12 for socks but.. it's SO specific to my tastes and I had never seen anything#with nasturtiums on it before since they dont seem as popular as like roses or sunflowers. One of my once every 2 years#impulse buys at a mall ghjhjb.. (I never go to malls and also just rarely buy stuff in general since I'm evil miserly penny pincher etc.)#Kind of like how once a year I allow myself to have one steak from a restaurant or something but that's all. Once every few years#I will go to a large mall at a not busy time of day so I can avoid crowds. just to look around for fun. and will maybe buy like. One thing
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#hate asking for help so much I’m terrible at it and I’m trying to learn but.#people keep being like ‘oh if you need Anything at all Tell me what i can do to Help <3’ and then you do and they’re dont reply or do#anything to help even if they literally are supposed bc it’s their job description kinda. but also just my parents sometimes#they’ll be like ‘oh you can call me in the middle of the night and I’ll come over if you need it anytime sweetheart’#but then I’m actually struggling or overwhelmed or busy and they’re just. so often not there for me in the way i actually want?#like they’re suggest hey come stay with us for the week let us look after you. but i want to be home rn#but i said that maybe it would be nice to have short phonecalls in the evenings maybe daily or whatever this week#just to check in#and they didnt call which. they probably forgot or i didnt phrase it very cleary or whatever but.#they asked whether i wanted them to text before calling first or whether they could just go ahead and stuff#like we Talked about it kinda. so they kinda got it at least and then they forget which feels kinds shitty#i dont ask for a lot of help or anything. and they could just text ‘hey we dont have time tonight would tomorrow be okay still’ or something#that would be fine it just sucks that it’s kind of an easy thing and it would be nice and then they just dont.#theres that idkhbtfm lyric ‘you only sacrifice the things i never ask you to’ yeah. its like that#kinda mad at them#also just remembered how after the most traumatizing thing ive ever fucking been through they only let me have two days of school#and then i had flashbacks and stuff for almost two years until i did emdr and i still havent processed half of it honestly.#so many topics i cant talk about or think about without breaking down for days#and idk if giving me more time of school would have prevented all that but it would have been compassionate i think.#idk if they saw how fucking fucked up i was bc of that but having like two days more to just. land a bit would take have HURT i think.#ugh i don t know too many things and thoughts happening at once it kinda sucks#maybe i should see a therapist again. for a while#idk i never organized that myself idk if theres waiting lists or if i have the time or anything
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codiemarin · 1 month
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Tag - Ingrid Engen x Reader
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Pt. 2
Summary: At the age of eight, your move to Melhus was off to a rocky start, but a certain bright eyed Norwegian makes it all worth it.
T/W: Fluff, Growing Up.
A/N: Reader is Swedish/Norwegian, I turned Ingrid into the friend I wish I had when I moved countries for the first time. I had to use DeepL for both languages, so if there are any inaccuracies, feel free to let me know so I can edit them.
You were eight years old when you first moved to Melhus, Norway. Your parents were recently divorced and your mum won the custody battle, in lieu of this, she decided to take you to her hometown to heal and hopefully get to know her family. When you retell this story, you like to mention how well you took the unexpected change, nodding your little head understandingly and doing your part to make your trip to Melhus as painless as possible. 
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. You started kindergarten when you were five and had already made a solid group of friends, as solid as a five year old could have at least. The thought of starting your life from scratch was scary, and you feared that your friends would go on and live their lives despite your absence. You didn't take kindly to change, especially when it was thrust upon you one night, and two weeks later you were on a plane to a small city you didn't know, in a country whose language you knew nothing of. You were kicking and screaming the whole way to the airport, even sprinkling an “I'm getting kidnapped.” with dramatic fashion. Your mum quickly put a stop to that, flashing your birth certificate and court papers to the police who wanted to make sure all was well. 
Getting to know your mum's family was a rocky start too, still deep seated in your anger from moving, you would lash out at everyone for the littlest things. You weren't proud of yourself, but being that young, you didn't quite know how to explain the messy feelings inside your chest. Couldn't find the ways to let your mum know that everything was just a little too loud in your head and it scared you. Thus you kept to yourself, trying to keep the mean voices at bay by immersing yourself in reading, taking little walks around the neighbourhood and doing your own exploring within the grounds of your house, all by your lonesome. Your parents were worried, while you were quite a shy child, this was the first time you´d flat out decided to just stop talking and spending time with people unless it was to ask for something. They were hoping that everything would turn out well once you started primary school, but that only served to make you shrink in on yourself and they were left at a loss on how to handle the situation.
You vividly remember the first time you met Ingrid, it was during a weekend when you were exploring the more lush side of the river. There were forests in the city, but you were always too afraid to explore them, scared of getting lost. You stuck close to the river, the words of your dad always echoing in your ears, that you´ll never lose your way as long as you follow the water. You were sitting under a tree, enjoying your sandwich and orange juice while listening to the steady rumble of the water in front of you when you heard a voice. 
“Hei, hvordan går det? (Hello, how are you?) You look up to see a lanky girl smiling at you, with dark hair and light green eyes wearing a jumper and overalls, and a baseball cap backwards on her head.
“Hej, jag talar inte norska, tyvärr. (Hi, I don´t speak Norwegian, sorry.)" You ducked your head apologetically and heard the most beautiful tinkling laugh as she moved to sit next to you. 
“Don´t worry, I know how to speak Swedish! I´ve seen you alone around a town a few times, I wanted to check on you.” She grinned brightly and you noticed she was missing one of her baby teeth, she looked so kind and adorable and you couldn't help but smile back though you didn't know what to say. Luckily, the young Norwegian had enough conversation in her for the both of you. 
“I´m Ingrid, I'm 9 years old and I´m from here. You?” She questioned.
“I´m Y/N from Linköping, and I hate it here. I have no friends. Oh, I´m 8.” You replied impassively, playing with the pebbles at your feet.
Your silence didn't deter the girl and seemed to only spur her on, “I´m your friend now. Here is a present.” She reaches into the pocket of her jumper and presents you with a small frog.
“I found him in one of the streams, that´s two friends you have now.” She grins and deposits the frog on your lap as you continue to look at her blankly, you track your eyes on the frog as it realises that it's free and jumps away from the both of you.
“Well, I guess he doesn't like me.” You sigh sadly and Ingrid begins to rummage through her knapsack, pulling out a plastic bag of what seems like biscuits covered in sugar. She opens the bag and beckons you to reach out, so you do and put it in your mouth, taking an experimental bite and chewing, letting out a happy sigh as the flavours filled your tongue. 
“That´s Skolebrød, I always eat it when I'm sad and it makes me happy again.” She explains, and you give her a small smile, continuing to enjoy the little pastry. You sit in amicable silence for a bit, and when finally the other girl can't take it anymore, she gets up and prompts you to do so as well. 
“Come, let's explore. I will get you a better frog.” She reassures, as she takes your hand to begin your little adventure. 
Thus began your friendship, Ingrid patiently guided you through the winding paths of the forest. The young Norwegian shared stories of the forest's secrets, pointing out hidden treasures like colourful mushrooms, shimmering streams and of course her favourite forest creatures. Your explorations became a regular occurrence, with Ingrid leading the way and you slowly gaining confidence with each step. You would wander along winding paths, collecting leaves and spotting wildlife, playful laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds.
As your friendship blossomed, Ingrid introduced you to various activities, eager to share her love for her city. You would spend afternoons walking her dogs through the countryside and she also encouraged you to express yourself through art. She knew that you weren't the most talkative, so she shared her sketchbooks and paints for you to create something, later asking you about specifics that you´ve done to get to know you even better. Your love for stories brought you closer as well, with warm afternoons spent reading aloud to each other on the front porch of Ingrid's home. You would lose yourselves in tales of adventure and wonder, bonds growing stronger with every passing day.
Slowly but surely, the Norwegian´s gentleness coaxes you out from your shell, bringing you back to the lively and talkative girl that you were when still living in Sweden. Your most cherished moments were those spent talking and sharing your thoughts and dreams, both of you realising that you also shared a love for football amongst other things. Ingrid also listened attentively as you opened up about your fears and insecurities, silencing those voices in your head now that they finally had someplace else to go.
“You´re the bestest friend anyone could ask for, Ingrid..” You said quietly as the two of you laid in her backyard, looking at the night sky.
“But you're still sad, what´s wrong älskling?” She asks in a whisper. 
“I just wished that I had more friends too..” You sighed softly, turning away from her, worried that she´ll take it in offence.
Of course, the Norwegian had no ounce of hatred or anger in her body, as she pulled you back around to face her, bringing you even closer for a tight hug. No other words were needed as you both fell into a peaceful sleep under the blanket of stars. In true fashion, a week later you suddenly had a group of friends to play with, Ingrid always found a way to fix everything for you. Newfound friends in tow, you suddenly had a bigger group exploring the city and playing games after school and during the weekends.
One of the group ́s favourite game was tag, something about the adrenaline rush of running through the forest, jumping over the obstacles and hiding between bushes and hollowed-out tree trunks. You loved the game too, but being the shortest and slowest, you were always “it” and left running after everyone, much to your disappointment. Still rather shy and trying not to be a wet blanket, you didn't say anything about wanting to have the chance to be chased too. Instead, just sighing frustratedly when you're alone and kicking some rocks in exasperation before looking for everyone else. 
“Älskling!” You turned around to catch sight of your best friend walking towards you with a small grin. As she reaches you, she puts her hands out with her palms up. 
“C´mon.” She prods. 
“What?” You asked in confusion. 
“I´m here, do it.” She giggles again and you finally understand. 
“Tag, you´re it.” You say with a wide smile as you give her a tap on her hands. 
“Now run!” She shouts, as she begins to pursue the rest of your friends. 
This turned into a little secret between the both of you and as the years passed by, Melhus slowly transformed from a transitional space into home, and you learnt to appreciate the city even more. Your family had also seen the changes, you had blossomed into a confident teenager, your voice now ringing through any space you occupied. Through it all, Ingrid remained your steadfast companion, your friendship growing stronger with each passing year.
However, amidst the familiarity of your newfound home, you found yourself with a new unknown emotion. As you and Ingrid grew closer, you began to notice a warmth blossoming in your chest whenever you were together. It was a feeling you had never experienced before, and you could feel the tingling of fear starting once more. The good news was that you weren't the only one who seemed to be affected by these newfound emotions. Ingrid's smiles last a little longer, her touches a little more lingering and her gaze holding a depth that sends your heart racing. It was as if you were on the precipice of something new and unknown. You wanted to find out if it would amount to something, so you set to work, eager to find a way to ask her about it soon.
You never had the chance to though. It was a Sunday afternoon when you were fifteen when your father called you back to Sweden to continue your education, citing that you were old enough and needed to see both of your parents' cultures. The news left you reeling in disbelief and a deep sadness as Ingrid stood by your side, her eyes wide with shock as she listened to your father explain his reasoning. Tears welled up in your eyes as the reality of your impending separation sank in. 
To add insult to injury, you only had a week to pack up your whole life and say your goodbyes. As you and the Norwegian wandered hand in hand through the forest one last time, your heart grew heavy with the daunting prospect of leaving behind everything you had come to cherish in Norway, most of all, Ingrid. As you both sit down on a fallen log, she turns to you with soft eyes and gives you a shaky smile. 
“I have a present for you.” She says through tears, and you feel your own slowly cascading down your cheeks. She puts her hand in her pocket and takes out a small envelope, handing it over to you.
“What's this?” You ask, not looking at her because you knew the moment you did you´d end up sobbing. You open the envelope carefully, and see a polaroid, one that you've never seen before. Upon inspection, you remember that it was from the summer when you turned eleven and Ingrid twelve. She was standing beneath a tall tree with you sitting on her shoulders, holding a young squirrel that you rehabilitated, wide grins of pride adorned your faces at your success. You remember that summer quite fondly, the both of you practically living out of each other's rooms that your parents didn't even bother looking for either of you anymore, knowing that you were both safe with the other family. You looked up to your best friend once more, quickly bringing her into a hug and crying into her chest.
She holds you tight and you both sit there for a few moments, just holding on and soaking each other's presence. She then pushes you away slowly, “Look again, there's one more thing.” You pick up the envelope and inspect it closer, fishing out a silver bracelet with a charm on it. 
“En frosk, akkurat som du. (A frog, just like you.)” You grinned at her, speaking in her language.
“Så du husker at jeg alltid er med deg. (So you remember that I´m always with you.)” She smiles gently, taking the bracelet and putting it around your wrist.
You glance at her one more time, really taking her in, not knowing when you would see each other next, and you realise you wanted her to know how you felt before you left. 
“Ingrid, I-” You started. 
“Y/N, Ingrid! It's time to go! Any slower and Y/N´s going to miss her flight.” Your mum and Ingrid´s parents shout out from the clearing and you both get up to walk over to them and get in the car.
You were both sitting in the back of the car halfway to the airport, your head leaning on her shoulder as you both held hands when she brought it up, “Älskling, what did you want to say in the forest earlier?” 
“Nothing, Kjæreste. I´ll just miss you so much.” You sighed softly, regretting your cowardice immediately, but not wanting to put your best friend through that. The rest of the ride to the airport was in silence, save for the adults talking. You and Ingrid stroked each other's hands softly as you both tried to cuddle closer to each other.
As you waited for your flight, you and Ingrid continued to cling to each other. Tears welling in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over.
"I can't believe you're leaving," Ingrid murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "It feels like just yesterday when we met for the first time."
You squeezed Ingrid's hand gently, heart aching at the thought of saying goodbye. "I'll miss you so much," you admitted, voice trembling. "You've become my home, Ingrid, leaving you feels like leaving a part of myself behind."
The young Norwegian´s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, more than you could ever know." She whispered. 
"But we'll stay in touch, okay? We'll call and send each other letters. Distance won't change a thing." She promised you.
You nodded, holding her even tighter if possible. “You´ll always have a piece of my heart, frosk.” 
As time passed, you eventually lost touch with each other. Your lives lead you to different paths, and you drifted apart naturally. Despite the strength of your bond, your lives became filled with new experiences. Slowly, the calls and letters became less frequent until they eventually stopped altogether. It was a quiet drifting, a natural fading away that left a bittersweet ache in your heart.
One thing's for sure though, that you´ll never forget the bright eyed girl who filled your younger days with so much hope and love.
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regressionschool · 2 months
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Daniel is lounging on the couch, casually playing with his phone when, by some lucky accident, the website "realitychange.com" pops up on the screen. His eyes widen as he reads the text on the page – it says something about changing reality itself. At first, he's a bit hesitant, thinking it might be too good to be true. But then, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Why not give it a shot? What harm could it do?" he wonders.
He reads the instructions on the website and spots a text field where he can type his wishes. Suddenly, a mischievous idea pops into Daniel's head. He recalls a diaper commercial he recently saw on TV, and a lightbulb goes off. "What if my sister wore baby diapers?" he thinks to himself. With a sly smile, Daniel types his wish into the text field.
As soon as he hits the enter button, Daniel chuckles to himself, half expecting nothing to happen. Daniel decides to find his sister and see if there's any change. He heads off to search for her, and after a short while, he discovers her on her knees, rummaging through a cabinet, hunting for cleaning supplies. However, what catches Daniel completely off guard is what his sister is wearing. She's still donning her usual black t-shirt, but beneath that, she's dressed in a conspicuously babyish diaper, with nothing else to cover it. Daniel can't help but burst into laughter at the sight. His sister looks up, clearly surprised by his sudden amusement. "What's so funny?" she asks, unaware of the wish Daniel had made just moments ago. Trying to stifle his laughter, Daniel manages to compose himself and replies, "Oh, nothing. I just remembered something funny.“ His sister gives him a puzzled look but shrugs it off, continuing with her search for cleaning supplies.
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Curiosity getting the better of him, Daniel returns to the website, pondering what else he could type to test the reality-altering capabilities of this mysterious platform. After a moment of contemplation, he decides to type another wish: "My sister is wetting her diaper.“ As the words appear on the screen, Daniel feels a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. He wonders if anything will really happen this time. Intrigued and a bit nervous, he heads back to the kitchen to check on his sister.
To his amazement, the change is evident. His sister, still engrossed in her search for cleaning supplies, now sports a noticeably soggy diaper beneath her black t-shirt. Daniel's eyes widen as he observes the unexpected outcome of his latest wish. Unable to contain his surprise, Daniel exclaims, "Uh, sis, did you... uh, did you know your diaper is wet?" His sister looks puzzled for a moment, glancing down at her diaper. Realization dawns on her face as she registers the wetness.
Blushing, she stammers, "I... I didn't even notice. I better go change then. Thanks for letting me know," she says, shooting Daniel a bemused smile.
feeling a mix of amusement and mischievousness, Daniel rushes back to the website and eagerly types his next wish: "My sister is not allowed to change herself; she needs to ask someone for help."
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After a few moments, he hears his sister calling from the other room.
"Hey, Daniel, can you come here for a moment?" she asks. As he enters the room, he sees her standing there with a sheepish smile, still in her wet diaper. "Um, I was wondering if you could help me with something," she says, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
Daniel can hardly believe the turn of events. It seems like his wish has taken effect. Suppressing a grin, he responds, "Sure, what do you need help with?“
"Seriously, Daniel? You forgot again, didn't you?" she says, crossing her arms.
Daniel, realizing his sister's annoyance, tries to play it cool. "Oh, right, sorry. I got distracted. Sure, let's get you changed."
Daniel is surprised to find that he knows exactly how to change diapers, as if some hidden knowledge has been unlocked within him. His hands move with an almost instinctive precision, the muscle memory guiding him through the steps of the diaper-changing process. It's as though he's been doing this routine for years.
As he efficiently changes his sister, Daniel can't help but marvel at the strange turn of events. The website, with its mysterious power, seems to have bestowed upon him not just the ability to influence reality but also the practical know-how to navigate these altered situations.
As Daniel finishes the task, he contemplates what other surprises realitychange.com might have in store for him and his sister.
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Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: Matt saves his wife from being held hostage by Fisk's men and helps her with the PTSD that comes from it.
From this request from an anon named melted butter!
I hope you like it, anon friend!
Warnings: brief mentions of violence, hostage situation, PTSD symptoms, heavy angst in the beginning
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Suite No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007: 1. Prelude
There would never come a day when she wouldn’t associate that song with blood, torture, and darkness. 
There would never come a day when she wouldn’t remember the cloth wrapped around her eyes that felt like sandpaper on her skin and the way her head pounded from the tightness of the blindfold. She could still feel it sometimes—unprompted moments of weakness when she would put on a hat or earmuffs in the winter and the feeling of something being wrapped around her head transported her to that awful night. She’d rather leave the beanie and earmuffs at home and risk her head getting cold than be reminded of that torture. 
It was the way she hesitated to put on gloves because if her wrists felt too constricted she would be reminded of the way the rope burned her skin so badly it left scars. She’d leave those at home too, and risk dry and cold hands. 
“Sweetheart,” Matt said earnestly, wrapping his hands around her cold ones. “Your hands are so cold. Why didn’t you put on gloves?”
She didn’t reply—she just let Matt continue to warm her hands with his. She preferred it that way. She preferred him to feel the scars around her wrists than her to look at them. 
Ever since that night, she took the coldest showers. Every shower was an ice-cold one. The place they had her held hostage in was stuffy—hot. She remembers her own sweat dripping down her face and the salt burning her eyes even under the blindfold. She can’t feel too hot anymore or else she will again be transported back to that traumatizing night. 
And the song—that fucking song. 
She wasn’t sure if it was a torture tactic or if the Kingpin had requested it be played. The only thing that mattered was that they kept it on repeat, at a loud volume—so loud she could hardly hear her voice when they would ask her a question about Daredevil. 
“I don’t know,” she cried behind her blindfold. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I—“
SLAP!
The violins started to feel like her head was being woven in torturous ways. The sound filled her senses similarly to how cough syrup fills one's senses—bitterness from the smell to the taste on the tip of her tongue. It was nauseating to listen to the song over, and over, and over, and over again. Nauseating to be in a situation like she had just two months ago: alone, in pain, and scared. So very scared that she may not make it. 
Until he found her. He told her he would always find her. 
She didn’t know he was there until the music finally stopped playing, and the lights in the warehouse went out. She was blindfolded but the way the men started yelling about the lights told her everything she needed to know. She was shaking against the wall, sweating, trying to find that relief she should feel that Daredevil had come to her rescue—but even that couldn’t shake off her fear. 
“If you ever get taken from me,” Matt had whispered to her one night in bed as he fiddled with the diamond ring on her finger, “know I will find you. And when you know I’m there, I want you to whisper to me like I am now. Because I’ll hear you and I’ll come to you.”
She whispered to him as soon as she heard the music stop and Fisk’s men were shouting at each other. 
“Matthew,” she hushed even lower than a whisper, “Matthew. Matt…”
Matt has dealt with a lot of dark situations as Daredevil, even before he donned the name and had a red suit. Years ago, he saved a little boy from a Russian gang. He saved a group of young girls from trafficking. He has dealt with the worst criminals in this city and it never got easier. All he could do was save people. He just never bet on the fact that one day he would have to save her.
It was something they talked about before deciding to get married. After months of convincing himself he could never have a life like that, she told him that God didn’t put him on this earth to only bear other people’s burdens. God meant for him to have a life like everyone else—a life that included love and marriage. He agreed on one condition: that it be an intimate small wedding at Clinton Church. And by intimate, only Foggy, Karen, and Marci were invited. 
He never wanted to prepare for a situation like this. He never wanted this day to come. He never pondered on what protocols to teach her if someone were to take her—but after months of avoiding the subject, he thought that was still important in case the situation ever did come. And unfortunately, it finally did come. 
He remembers how still the apartment was when he came home—how silent and cold it was. She hadn’t been home since the morning, he could tell. Icicles started to form on the back of his neck when he realized he hadn’t received a call from her since she left work—which was over an hour ago. Matt felt weak in the knees suddenly. He had to support himself on the kitchen counter as he focused his senses on noises outside of the apartment. 
“Dear God,” Matt whispered, “please keep her safe until I find her. Please help me find her.”
The whispers didn’t last long, nor the prayers—soon, Matt was throwing a rage in the apartment. Shattered glass was on the floor. Broken plates. Matt’s agonizing scream when reality finally settled in him that she was taken from him—by who? There was only one possibility. 
In no time he changed into his Daredevil gear and was prowling the streets, rooftop to rooftop, to find where they had been keeping her hostage.
A warehouse by the pier. He could hear the classical music playing at an incredible volume, enough to hurt her ears and get in her head. As soon as Matt found the source of the music, he shut it off, along with the power. 
And then he let the devil out. 
He thought with his fists before using logic to fight these cronies—throwing punches and brutally throwing men over his shoulders, hitting them relentlessly with whatever weapon he found near him. His billy club wires wrapped around someone's neck so tight it made them pass out, using the metal billy club to throw right in another man’s face. Matt moved recklessly in the dark. He wanted to yell at the top of his lungs so loudly it would feel like his chest was ripping apart but he didn’t because he knew she had experienced enough yelling on this night. 
And then, he heard her. 
“Matthew,” she whispered so quietly, it almost missed Matt’s senses. “Matthew… Matt…”
As soon as he made sure all of the men were out, he rushed to her side. Adrenaline pumped in his veins, he was shaking from it. He knelt before her and took off his gloves. 
“Hey,” he cooed, “it’s okay. I’m here. I found you,” and Matt’s voice was wobbly in his throat, tears threatening his eyes but no—he needed to be strong for her. He didn’t know what she endured—quite frankly, didn’t want to know—but he knew it had been a lot on her mentally. She was sobbing. He’d never heard her like this. The blindfold was wrapped so tightly around her eyes. Matt gently untied it and slid it off. He then smelt something metallic in the air—salty. It was blood. Her blood was around her wrists. Matt choked a sob in his chest as he untied her wrists. He could sense the tight friction of a bruise forming on her cheek. 
“I found you,” Matt’s voice cracked—he couldn’t help it. He was a wreck inside to find her like this. In pain, scared, alone. No—not alone anymore, he was here. “It’s okay now.” He gathered her delicate frame in his arms, holding her against his body tightly but not crushing her, and ran his hands through her hair, hushing her cries. “It’s okay. You’re safe. I have you now. They can’t hurt you anymore. I’m here.” 
Matt wasn’t sure what was more traumatizing for him—finding her in that situation or hearing her cries after, and the months that would follow. 
It made him question if marrying her was the right decision.
Despite these small things bringing her back to that dreadful night, there was one positive thing that she would never forget either: the feeling when she saw Daredevil—Matt—kneeling before her and gently pulling her blindfold off. The warm wash of relief that spread in her chest was so unexplainable, she could only feel it again if she really put her mind to it. It was like a warm, safe embrace when she knew Matt had found her like he said he would. She could describe the sensation as putting on a weighted blanket. 
The image of his red Daredevil helmet is ingrained in her mind: it was him against that dark warehouse. It was the glow of the red mask that brought so much comfort to her. She was safe. He had finally come—finally found her. God knows how hard it was to locate her. She was so relieved, that all she could do was sob into his embrace. 
It didn’t get easier when they finally made it home, it only got harder. 
She lay in his bed with tear-stained cheeks. It hurt to move. It hurt to speak. She could only whisper. Matt was still in his Daredevil suit, helmet off. He paced the room anxiously, wondering how this could’ve happened, how he could have let this happen. He was thinking of every possibility and what he was going to do next—
“Matthew,” she wheezed as she watched him pace the room. “Matthew.”
He stopped instantly, bringing his attention to her. She was in so much pain, he could sense it from where he stood. It brought a strange heaviness on his shoulders. He knelt again beside the bed and took her hands in his, kissing each knuckle.
“I’m so sorry,” Matt whispered, tears falling down his cheeks—tears of sadness, tears of rage. “I’m so sorry—“
“Shh,” she hushed him. She wasn’t crying anymore. She didn’t think she had any left. “Just be here with me. I need to feel you here with me.” 
Matt took off his Daredevil suit and silently crawled into bed next to her. He carefully brought her close to him so she was snug against his chest. Safe in his arms, nothing could hurt her now.
Months have passed. It’s a bright cold day. 
She and Matt are on their way to their favorite coffee spot uptown. They hardly ever leave Hell’s Kitchen, but she was in the mood for a specific hazelnut latte that only Rosie’s could make. And if it would make her happy to travel almost twenty minutes uptown for a cup of coffee, well, Matt wasn’t going to argue. 
He never brought up that night unless she did. So when she opted to wear a beanie and put on gloves, Matt couldn’t help but feel lighter in his step from the happiness he felt: she was on her way to healing from that experience. He felt like he could forgive himself now. 
“Ready?” She asked at the door, clearly too excited to get this cup. Matt laughed and kissed her before answering. He was so incredibly happy that she seemed to be happy again. 
“Ready.”
The coffee shop had wooden floors and matching wooden tables. In the back was a small bookstore, and on the side the place had a coffee counter. Soft jazz music was playing. Some people were already settled in: a man had his headphones on and was typing aggressively on his laptop, and a young college girl was studying her books. Matt sensed his surroundings everywhere they went to make sure there were no threats.
“Why don’t you go look at the books while I order our coffee,” Matt suggested lightly, untying the gray scarf around his neck. 
“Okay,” she smiled, squeezing his hand before letting go and exploring the back of the cafe. 
Matt waited in line at the coffee counter and sighed contently. 
She immediately was drawn to the fantasy books section. She took off her gloves and placed them in the pocket of her coat. Scanning each title, she picked one out that piqued her interest and frowned when the summary wasn’t what she expected. Another title made her laugh, but she didn’t bother to read the back. She found herself in a different section—romance. She smiled as she glazed over each book spine with her fingers. Romance books always reminded her of Matt. She often imagined what their story would look like in a romance novel. 
And then she heard it. 
Suite No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007: 1. Prelude
The violins sounded like nails on a chalkboard, bloody fingertips leaving a trail. It sounded like a screech against the pavement. 
It suddenly felt like she no longer was standing in the middle of an aisle of books. Instead, her body was being pulled and sucked into a black hole behind her. Everything around her felt overwhelmingly large and she was small, like she was Alice. Fear crept over her heart like a spider weaving its web. She felt hot in her jacket. Her heart was beating heavily in her chest like a punching bag. 
The song got louder. And louder. And louder. 
“No,” she whispered to herself, shutting her eyes tightly. But closing her eyes and seeing darkness only made it worse. “No…” she opened her eyes and felt like she had tunnel vision. 
Matt was standing in line when he heard something pounding loudly in his ears. It only took him a second to hear the song that was playing, and he was immediately looking around for her. The pounding was coming from her—from her heart. 
In no time Matt was by her side, wrapping his arms around her and quickly walking her outside the cafe—away from the lingering glances, away from that horrible song. Removing her from the triggering situation, knowing she was spiraling. 
She was breathing fast now from panic. Matt brought her into a quiet alley and wrapped her in a bear hug, holding her tightly against him. Her hair covered his face as he turned to breathe in her scent. He took a deep breath, and at the same time, motioned for her to breathe with him. 
“I’m here,” he said into her ear softly, “I have you. Breathe with me, okay?”
“Okay,” she managed to say between breaths, feeling like her own air was choking her. She breathed with Matt and closed her eyes, his touch and warm hug bringing her back to reality. 
“Listen to my voice,” Matt guided, “I’m here. I have you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Matt’s voice was always soothing to her, but especially at a moment like this. His voice sounded like how velvet felt. 
Eventually, just standing in his arms holding her tightly, her breathing returned to normal and that song was out of her head, as were her memories of that night. A few silent moments passed. Matt kissed her head softly and held her longer. He’d hold her for as long as she needed. When she was finally okay, she pulled back and reached her lips to kiss Matt’s. He kissed her in return and placed his hands on her face. 
“I’ll always be here for you,” Matt whispered. 
Matt went inside to get their coffee while she waited for him outside. Soon enough, they were back at the apartment, finishing the last of their drinks and sitting on the couch. She rested her head in his lap and Matt drew circles in her hair, counting the breaths it took for her to fall asleep. He’d of course be there when she woke up. 
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Reign down on me - Part 2
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Pairing: Ghost x Hybrid!reader (eventual poly!141)
No use of y/n or mention of gender/race
Summary: Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.
Warnings: hurt/comfort, Angst, abuse mentions, self doubt
A/N: This is a bit of a short update, but I wanted to get something out for the people that were asking for it! Enjoy 💕
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You were embarrassed as soon as the realisation hit you, but by the time you’d had a decent rest and something to eat, you were feeling a lot more even footed. You were standing at the precipice of your new posting with anticipation, ready and waiting at the front door of Ghost’s house, eagerly listening out for him to come out of his room and take you to the new base. 
Ghost had knocked on your door earlier that morning just a little while after the sun had risen. He was still donning his skull balaclava and dressed similarly to the night before, though he had seemed to have changed sine. His eyes widened a fraction once he looked in and saw you, a flicker of surprise crossing what little you saw of his features when he saw you sitting awake on your freshly made bed. 
“Earlier riser. Not a nest builder then?” he’d noted.
You struggled to remember the last time you’d made a blanket nest, you could barely recall how to build one. That was one of the first things that’d been beaten straight out of you after being left at the barracks, leaving your ‘bed’ in any other state than bare with folded up sheets was an immediate punishment. 
“I’m not a child,” you muttered.
You were determined not to get emotional that day. Set against becoming the mushy tempered little pup you’d been the day before and instead behave like the soldier you were. That way, you figured, he might treat you the way he was supposed to as well. No more surprises, just business as usual.
However you were met with shock again when he’d led you away from bed and pointed at the table you’d sat at the night before. At what was apparently now your seat, there was a steaming  styrofoam box with bacon, eggs, toast and beans cooked to perfection and ready for you to eat. The scent was rolling through the air and rushing into your system, overwhelming you as you took an unsure stoop into your chair. 
“For me?” you asked, making sure to confirm before picking up the fork and knife laid out. 
“Yeah, Price ordered out for us. You’ve got a big day ahead, and he wants you on top form. And apparently I can’t be trusted to sort breakfast,” he said, scoffing at that last part. “Eat up and get ready. I’ll get you at the door in an hour.”
You breathed out a sigh, already not sure what to make of getting such a lavish breakfast, but there was nothing for it. If your new Captain had specifically requested you eat the feast in front of you, then you’d scarf down every last bit of it. Your stomach baulked at the idea of having so much in the morning when you were used to very little, but you ate it all while Ghost busied himself with the dishes from the night before behind you. Apparently he was intent on filling the air with a clattering clanging orchestra.
By the end of your meal, you’d figured that breakfast had to be one of the best you’d ever had, but with good food comes a heavy stomach and it turned you sluggish. It made for a struggle to find your motivation to go to the bathroom and get ready. However you bullied yourself into getting through it, your mental drill sergeant forcing you along until you ended up at the door fully dressed and in your usual black cargos and white T-shirt, tail swishing in anticipation for Ghost.
Your boots were still a bit damp from being in the rain all day before, but you were sure that with whatever Price had planned they’d be smelling like old cheese either way. It didn’t stop your nose wrinkling any less though. 
“Do you not have another pair of boots?” Ghost groused, looking you up and down while his heavy steps came thudding up to the door. 
He was all wrapped up in his big black jacket. He looked a lot warmer than you did standing there holding off the shakes, but you knew better than to complain. Plus your belly was full of meat and carbs so it helped your body fend off the morning chill. 
“We only get issued one set,” you said, looking down at your sodden feet, “I can try to clean them off a bit more, but I figured it would just waste time and make them wetter.”
“Well that’s changing today. You can’t walk around in wet shoes like that, we’re not in world war one,” he grunted. “What else do you need?”
You frowned at him, tilting your head at the question. Why would you need anything else?
“What else would I need?” you asked earnestly, hoping he wouldn’t get annoyed at the stupid question. 
“Your bag wasn’t very big and those clothes you were wearing last night were falling to bits. You’ve clearly been sewing them a lot, and not very well,” he laughed. “Tell me what you need and I’ll send for it.”
“I…” you tried to think of something, anything just to avoid looking like an idiot, but you couldn’t. “I’m sorry, I don’t know. I have all the things I’m required to have.”
Your ears folded down, your body was bracing and ready for him to shout at you, instincts winning over your pride. It was bad enough you weren’t able to answer his question, but you’d pretty much disagreed with him as well just by saying you had what you needed. A rookie move, you thought as you admonished yourself.
“Can I see what you brought with you?” Ghost asked, his voice so quiet under the muffling of his mask material. 
You bit your lip and nodded, still waiting for the roaring thunder of shouts to begin and start beating against the walls. Instead he just moved his body to the side and motioned for you to go back to your room. You were forced to pass by him, shrugging your shoulders into your neck in anticipation of a grab. Every little creak across the wood felt like a prelude to some larger sound or maybe even a smack, but you were shocked to find that none of what you imagined came to pass. 
Once you’d reached your little chest of drawers, you were worked up to hell. There was blood rushing fast in your ears, a river running through your head and you were having to hold your breath just to keep your chest from convulsing. Ghost wouldn’t have noticed your breathing anyway though, while you panicked and waited for him to finally show his anger, he opened your drawers and revealed the barren interiors inside, closing each one with a heavy thunk and a dissatisfied tisk.
“Really, pup, is this all you have?” Ghost sighed, ending his search at the last drawer.
It contained two other pairs of black cargos and your sweats that you’d been wearing the night before. You looked down at it with glassy eyes and then back at Ghost, still waiting for your scolding. Waiting for him to rise up from his crouch and tower over you again. 
“Three pairs of trousers, five T-shirts, underwear for the week, and a set of bedclothes,” you listed, trying to keep a hold of yourself. “Plus a sewing kit. That’s what the rules say we need to have. Is there a different regulation here, sir?”
Ghost put his head in his hands for a moment and you pursed your lips, readying yourself for an explosion. Your toes curled and your claws dug into your palms, every fibre of your body was poised for an attack that you had to let happen. There was no way you were going to start the morning off badly with defying your handler on your first official day afterall. 
“You should have more than this,” Ghost finally said, his voice an even rumble as always. “You’ve served for a long time, you should have some personal things, darlin’.”
Your fear was now turning to frustration. Now you were at a loss, you didn’t understand what he wanted. Why was he wasting so much time on this clothes issue when you were supposed to go meet Price? The last thing you wanted was for Price to be mad at your late arrival because Ghost was getting caught up on your clothes.  
“Have you been wearing your work clothes on day trips?” Ghost asked.
“On…what?”
“When you go off base,” he prodded, now standing up to his full height again. “What do you wear in your downtime?”
“I’ve only ever been off base for missions and off-site training,” you murmured, looking down at your dirty boots. “It’s just hybrids with permanent handlers that get taken out at Branhaven and no one ever wanted to have me until you and Price. Everything I have is in those drawers…apart from some bathroom stuff I put away in the sink cupboard, I made sure I kept it all out of the way of your things though.”
Ghost looked dumbstruck. It was a funny thing, even though you couldn’t see his face you could still tell so much about his expression through his eyes and body. And in that moment his eyes looked lost and his fists were clenched at his sides. You couldn’t figure out why that sentence was what he seemed the most angry at since that whole segue had started, but you couldn’t deny that there was something like a glint of murder in his face.
“Can we just go now, sir?” you asked, looking past his shoulder and hoping you could entice him to drop the whole stupid subject. “Won’t Captain Price be mad if I’m late?”
Ghost untensed his muscles and dropped his hands. 
“He won’t be mad, it’ll be fine,” he assured, putting a hand on your shoulder and making you jump. “Woah, easy darlin’. It’s ok. Don’t worry about all this, alright? I’ll talk to you about all this later, but for now you’re right, we should get heading. C’mon.”
You huffed out a sigh of relief when he turned and clutched at your chest for a second, thanking whatever spirit was around that you gave him an effective distraction. Though you dreaded to think the subject was going to be revisited. You were still going to be equally as clueless as to why he was so upset that you didn’t have more…stuff. 
You had no idea what that stuff was supposed to be or what you’d need it for when you had perfectly sufficient things that you could always repair whenever that was required. Anything else was just stupid, you were just a hybrid. What would you do with personal items or civilian clothes? It’s not like you were bursting with photos to frame or had any events to look nice for.
It was all so stupid! You put it out your mind and compartmentalised, following silently at Ghost's big back as he took wide strides across the smooth paving and over to his car. You never were good with remembering makes or what logos were what, but what you did know was that It was huge and black and practically gleaming it was so clean. It was clearly something that he took pride in. 
It made you purse your lips once inside, entirely mindful of how spotless his matching black leather interior was. It didn’t seem very conducive with wolf fur so you opted to grab your tail and hold it round your front once you were seated, hoping you could stop yourself from shedding all over the place and creating another uncomfortable conversation. Even though the angle hurt and needled at your old injury, you muscled through with gritted teeth, summoning all your strength for whatever lay ahead. 
Besides, you thought as the engine roared to life, the pain almost made up for the lack of punishment before. It put your head back into order. 
“Well well, look who finally decided to show up.”
You’d already gotten out of Ghost’s car with your heart in your throat after seeing you were ten minutes later than he’d said you needed to be. Now standing at the foot of the office, Price’s words had you wincing. You panicked and looked from the Captain sitting at his shaky old desk and then back up at Ghost in the doorway, internally cursing him for taking up your precious time with all of his nonsense about clothes.
“Somethin’ came up,” Ghost shrugged, settling one of his hands across your back and on your shoulder. “Fair warning - this one’ll have a heart attack if you pretend to get mad, so consider your next words carefully.”
Price raised his brows and looked straight at you then, smiling with that signature crinkly eyed grin of his. You remembered his face well, you’d always been thrown by how kind it looked when you’d gone away with him. You weren’t used to Captain’s like him, not accustomed to anyone giving you smiles and encouraging praise. 
At the start of the mission he’d made sure to emphasise he’d be looking out for you through his scope and had Gaz ready with a rifle if anyone had tried to intercept your tracking. Then after you’d returned home he’d made a point of taking you for a burger before he took you back to your base, even letting you sit in his warm truck and enjoy it properly. 
“Well we don’t want that, do we? C’mon, love, take a seat and we’ll go over some things before you go see the other two,” Price said, pointing to one of the chairs in front of him. 
You complied immediately, forgetting about your rush of memories, racing to sit down to a point you were almost sprinting to the chair. Price kept the smile on his face while Ghost sat beside you, both men sharing a look while you anxiously waited to hear what Price was going to say. You couldn’t help but fidget with your tail, digging your fingers deep into the wiry top layer of fur and into the soft tufts underneath. 
“Ghost filled me in on what happened yesterday,” Price said, brows lifting as he tilted his head down at you. “And we want you to know that’s not how we wanted to manage the transfer. So first off, I just want to make sure you’re doing ok. How do you feel about the new arrangement?”
You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. As much as you liked the Captian, you still didn’t expect him to mirror Ghost’s strange behaviour and ask about your feelings. He hadn’t said much to you before when you’d gone away with him, there weren’t any good markers to see if this was normal behaviour.
It all made you wonder if you’d been taken away to some kind of opposite land where hybrids seemed to mean something. Then again, you thought bitterly, perhaps this was all a test, just to see how you’d respond.
“Fine, sir,” you answered, fingers threading tighter through your tail. 
Ghost and Price shared another look. Price’s mouth quirked as if he had gathered something from the stare that Ghost gave him.  
“Ok…well that’s good. Do you have any questions for us? 
“No, sir. I’ll do whatever you ask of me, I’m ready,” you said, giving a little nod for emphasis. 
Price chuckled, but the smile on his face didn’t quite reach his eyes. You were sure you’d said something wrong, but if pressed to answer what that was…you wouldn’t know what to say. 
“I’m glad that you’re keen to get started, that’s a good sign. I’m not looking for you to dive right into working though, I want you to have questions and ask us things, so go ahead. You must have something you want to know.”
You sighed and looked down at your tail again, stomach feeling all the heavier after that breakfast. There were a lot of questions floating around your head, but every little piece of you was crying out to just shut up. 
Hybrids don’t ask questions, they follow orders. 
You had been told to ask your questions though. It would surely make him angrier to be denied, you reasoned to yourself. 
“Why me, sir?” You asked, looking up from your lap. 
“Why’d we want you on the team? I liked working with ya, you were quiet, efficient, had a keen focus as well. Simple as that really. We needed a hybrid and I thought you’d be a good fit with us.”
“A good fit, sir? Why?” You asked, curiosity getting the better of you. 
“Everyone on the taskforce is someone that I can count on. I’ve worked with each one of ‘em at various times in my career and I know that they’ll deliver every time I ask them to go out on the field. You did well on that mission you joined us on, and 
 when looked over your record after, I was impressed with your results to say the least. Makes you a great candidate for the 141.” 
“I’ve never had anyone mention anything good about my record before you both,” you muttered. “Are you sure they didn’t mix up the file handover, Captain?” 
Price shook his head and reached his hand across the table, warm skin enclosing over yours as he held his palm over the back of your hand. You felt your ears perk up in surprise. He was…touching you? And not for corrective reasons either! 
“I can assure you it was the right one, love. There wasn’t anything I saw on there that made me think you couldn’t do this job,” he said, giving your hand a quick pat before withdrawing again. “It ain’t all about staying out of trouble.”
You looked up at him and said nothing then, completely silenced by his thoughtful gesture. You’d gotten in plenty of trouble, that was for sure, but you only ever acted like a little shit with the assholes back on your base. Things were different now. You didn’t know how to orient yourself, didn’t know how to behave in your new circumstances.
Instinct said to ignore all the fluffy behaviour and just get through the day doing what you were told, but there was a tiny part of you that really wanted to believe that maybe the men in that room had your best interests at heart - maybe, just maybe this was the break you’d always secretly hoped for. Not that you gave that part of yourself much credence, its voice was too similar to that of the young pup that said that maybe your family would come back for you one day. Maybe they’d realise they made a mistake dropping you off and they’d let you come home again. Stupid stupid little wolf that you were to ever even have a notion like that. 
“Well, I’ll do my best regardless, Sir,” you smiled, hoping he’d move on and get the day going. 
“Good to hear. Do you have anything else you’d like to know before we get stuck in?” 
“No, sir,” you said a little too eagerly. 
He laughed at that. His chuckling low, deep and earthy as the cigar scent that permeated around him. There was something so naturally easy about Price, something that had you relaxing even while you wondered if you were going to get in trouble for not being interested enough to ask more. 
“Well, first things first, welcome to the 141. As you’re the first hybrid member, I expect there will be a learning curve for us all, so we’re going to be training hard over the next few weeks while we get used to each other. Ghost is the only one of us fully trained in hybrid handling, so all of us will be taking his lead while we learn to work properly together out on the field. You’ll be with Ghost for your first few missions, but after that initial few weeks pass you can be sent out with any of the team at any time. You’re not just getting sent on assignment anymore and you’re not dealing with the likes of your old base, you’re dealing with very intense work,” Price said, taking a sharp intake of breath as his tone changed. “You’re going to be out with us in all manner of terrains and situations, and oftentimes under heavy fire. We can be sent anywhere at anytime, and when a target is discovered we need to act quick. We deal with very prolific HVT’s and even in high stress, they need to be brought in safely for interrogation. All this is to say, you’re not expected to act like a mutt anymore, I don’t need that on my team. I want you to be sharp and take initiative, I will need you to communicate with us and to share your thoughts rather than blindly follow orders even when you know they’ll lead to trouble. Your perspective is valuable, you can hear better and sniff out danger that we can’t, so if you flag something then tell us. Do you think you can do that?” 
You raised your brows, head heating in malfunction, not at all ready for the big speech your new captain had imparted on you. Learning to act like a ‘mutt’ was the only thing that had ever been drilled into you. It was the reason you’d been met with so much trouble at the beginning of your career, the main reason your original handlers had encouraged the others to beat you that little bit harder and to make your life more miserable than the rest. You’d been shoved into submission all your life and told to shut the fuck up and do as you were told, you’d never ever been told your perspective was valuable.
You weren’t even given a mic to communicate with out on the field when you started, you were just supposed to follow orders as they came to you. You’d learned ever since then not to speak unless asked.
“Not to question you, but…just to clarify. You’re telling me you want me to go against orders, sir?”
“Well for example… I tell you to walk into a building and you can smell that it’s riddled with explosives, then yes. I expect you to raise the alarm when the situation calls for it. I don’t need a hybrid that’s going to go out and get themselves killed just to please me, I need someone that can get the job done and help get everyone back safe. Lives and mission success are more important than ego to me everytime, you will never be punished for acting in the interest of the team, which now includes you. Understand?”
“So just to get this clear, you’re giving me blanket permission to talk on comms - to give my opinion to you whenever I have one?” you asked incredulously. 
“Precisely. This should help with that,” he smiled, pulling something from out of the groaning top drawer of his desk and sliding it across to you. 
You reached out and accepted it, holding the strip of dark leather between your fingers and admiring how smooth and thick it felt, how high quality it was. Not missing the numbers 141, that were stamped into its side. It was a new collar. Outfitted with a built in mic and specialised remote lock, one that could be unlocked if it became snagged or got you into trouble in a fight. You were pretty sure it had a longer tracking range than standard collars too, and even came with a shiny D ring for tags. This was the kind of thing that hybrids wore when they were prized by their teams, owned by the sort of people that actually cared if you came back to them. 
“Is this really for me?” you asked sceptically, taking a hand off of the new collar and touching the one already round your neck, sliding a finger over the bruised skin at its rough sides. 
“Course it is. We can have it changed or altered if you’re not happy with it,” Price noted, watching your reaction carefully. 
“It’s perfect as is, best bit of kit I’ve ever gotten” you said quickly, running your fingers all the way down the bumpy stitching. “Thank you, sir.”
“Shall we get this thing off then?” Ghost said, speaking up from his place next to you. 
You looked over at him and followed his eyeline realising what he meant, touching your old collar once again. You didn’t need convincing. You nodded and tipped your head forward, letting him access the buckle at the back before unclipping and letting it loose, leaving you unmarked to the world for a minute, just another hybrid without a claim.
It was weird being bared like that, honestly you felt like he’d taken off your shirt or your trousers. You always wore your collar, and now that it was off you felt little better than a worm on a bait hook, wriggling uncomfortably at the sensation of air on your bare flesh. 
Order was restored when Ghost took your new collar and wrapped it around you, clicking it into place with a cheerful clink from the new locking mechanism. You sighed and let out the tension in your muscles, closing your eyes a second before straightening up and looking at Price and Ghost, checking over their satisfied faces. 
“Good to have you officially on the team, pup,” Ghost said with what was surely a grin. “Just need to put your tags on.” 
He took your ID tag from your old collar and slotted it on to the D ring at the front of your neck, then produced a handler tag from his pocket, letting you see it while he fiddled with the tag already round your neck. You took it in your hands and thumbed over the bumpy metal letters and rubber edges, tilting your head as you looked it over. 
LT Ghost
#09-2022
141
You’d always had the base information on your team tag, or had to wear a temporary one when you were sent on long deployments assigned to work with other teams. Even then you’d always get a building ID or some other number that would link you back with some office somewhere. You'd never worn someone else's name around your neck before, but now you were going to be linked to Ghost for the rest of your days. If anyone found you and reported your handler’s number to the relevant authorities they’d get a direct line to him. 
For a man that hadn’t even revealed his face to you, he was incredibly willing to hang such a big responsibility around your neck. You bit your lip and watched as he took the tag from you, fixing it in place behind your ID tag. His heavy breaths were escaping from behind his balaclava for a moment, he was in deep concentration trying to manouver the little tag with his huge hands. You grinned when you heard him swear at it.
“There, you’re stuck with me now,” he said matter of factly, giving the tags a playful tug when he was done. “How’s the collar feel? Not too tight?”
“It’s good, sir,” you shrugged, still marvelling that he was willing to take you on. “Feels a lot better than the old one.”
“That’s cause this,” he grunted, throwing your old collar into Price’s wastebin. “Was a piece of shit.”
You snorted out a laugh and watched as it disappeared into a mass of paper, going deep down to its crinkly death. You couldn’t disagree. It had been rough and frayed either age for far too long and they’d used it to grab you and haul you around like a hay bale for even longer. This new collar, was much smoother an….
d far more pleasant on your neck.
“It suits you,” Price smiled. “I know you’ll be a great addition to the team…that said, are you ready to go meet Gaz and Soap?”
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Coming or Going?
Alright guys…..I’ve been having some thoughts….and have been procrastinating writing this. BUT I am doing it
Summary: Chan walks in on you and Minho getting freaky and well.. Minho asks him “coming or going?”
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, degradation kink, hair pulling, threesome, unprotected sex( please don’t), reader is referred to as a whore, slut, cumslut, ass slapping, creampie, oral sex(m receiving), fem!reader, spitting, lots of cum , use of vibrator, clit play
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Chan had seen you and Minho come back to the dorms, but now you were nowhere in sight. “Have any of you guys seen y/n and Minho?” Chan called out, seeing Han and Felix sitting on the couch, playing video games. They both shrugged and shook their heads, “Nope, haven’t seen them hyung.” They chorused in unison. He wanted to ask Minho what he thought  of some new choreography, but now he couldn’t.
With a tilt of his head and sigh, he made his way upstairs to your dorm. Maybe, they’re taking a nap or something. Chan thought to himself, as he walked down the hallway , approaching your bedroom door. But, then he heard it. You definitely aren’t napping.
Fuck, fuckfuck– Min, please, faster.
Yeah? Want it faster, my little whore? Can’t get enough of my cock, huh?” 
He was in front of your closed door and he could hear it all. Every smack laid against your ass, every groan, whine, shriek, wail and cry. He felt his own dick thickening in his boxers, his hard erection straining against his basketball shorts. Before Chan could even register, his hand was on the door knob pushing it open– revealing a sight that would forever be burned in his mind– and his dick hard in his shorts.
You were on the bed, on your front, hips held and angled up by Minho’s hands with your cheek pressed against the bedding and your hands gripping the sheets above where your arms were extended. Minho was on his knees behind you, balls deep in your wet , hot cunt. Chan idn’t stop him from fucking into you though, and you were too fucked out to notice. “Fuck minnnnnn. So fucking good,” You cried, feeling his cockhead kissing your cervix, with every  thrust. “Yeah, my whore likes it when I pound her little cunt like this? I give it to you so good , don’t I?” Minho grunted, landing his palm on your ass again. “Ye-yeah fuck! So good, so fucking big min!” You wailed, your knuckled white from how hard you were gripping the comforter. 
Chan couldn’t even remember or process the small groan that left his mouth. But Minho did and instead of stopping, he only fucked into your harder. “Fuck! Fuck please please please! Min, I’m gonna cum!” You whined, feeling your legs shake and the knot in your stomach tighten. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll go!” Chan managed to squeak out, but was still frozen in his spot. Shallowly thrusting into  you, Minho Smirked. “Doesn’t seem like you’re going, hyung.” He scoffed, halting his hips. “Wh-why’d you stop?!” You whined, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock, the knot of your orgasm loosening. Smacking your ass, Minho tangled a hand in your hair and pulled  your head up. “Don;t be fucking rude, slut. Say hi,” He barked, as you whined, your eyes locking with Chan’s. Slowly, Minho rocked his hips back into yours, hand still entangled in your hair. “Hnnng…fuck oh my god….Hi Chan.” “Hi…..” He coughed out, feeling his dick twitch in his boxers. Minho groaned and snapped his hips into yours, balls colliding with your  clit and your eyes rolled back. “Such a tight pussy, fuck me,” Minho whispered before looking up at his hyung. 
“Well….Chan hyung, coming or going?”
Fuck..
Before he could even process it , Chan was stripping himself to his boxers and climbing onto your bed.  By this point, Minho had let go of your hair and was grabbing your hips as he plowed into you. “My my my, what a dirty whore? Is Minho making you feel good?” Chan teased, one hand pulling you up by your hair and the other prying your mouth open to spit in it. “Such a good little cockslut, yeah? Love when he fucks you like that,” He laughed, watching as your face twisted up in please and you nodded. “Mhm, feels so good, so fucking big, Channie. He stretched me so good.’ You whined, feeling one of Chan’s hands slide down the expanse of your back , to land a firm smack on your ass. 
“Hope you can take more, baby doll.”
Then, Chan was sliding his boxers down. His cock slapping against his abdomen. His cock was beautiful- long, girthy, a vein running up the shaft to his red leaking tip and all topped off with neatly trimmed hair at the base. 
Fuck…..he was huge
Chuckling, Chan noticed how your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. “You’re so big Channie,” You whispered, whimpering as Minho continued rutting into you. “Yeah? You like my cock, baby?” Chan smiled, and took his base in his hands, running the head across your lips. “Gonna be a good whore and suck him off, baby?” Minho smirked, seeing Chan pressing his cockhead into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth. “Fuuuuck. Just like that, baby.” Chan hissed, sucking a breath in watching as you bobbed your head up and down his dick. “You can do fucking better than that, whore.” Minho sneered, grabbing your hair and forcing your head up and down Chan’s cock, as he plowed into you. “Shittttt, she’s so good at this, Minho.” Chan panted, his eyes clenched shut and head thrown back. “ I know, wait til you get in her cunt, though.” He chuckled, as you gagged on Chan’s dick, spit falling from your mouth. 
It was filthy. But, they weren’t done yet.
Pulling out of your cunt, Minho smacked your ass and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “How about you let him fuck that sweet pussy, huh, my little whore. Want his big dick in your pathetic cunt?” He whispered into your ear as you nodded, eyes watering. “Fuck, how do you want her , hyung?” Minho asked, as he pushed two of his fingers into your hole. 
You were beyond wet, you were drenched
“Fuck, on her back, legs up, by her chest. Wanna see her pretty pussy.”
That was all it took, before Minho manhandled you, laying you on your back and holding your legs up. Quickly rubbing the pads of his index and middle finger over your clit, Minho smiled. “Such a pretty little hole. Takes cum so well, so fucking wet too,” He cooed, before turning your head and pressing his cockhead into your mouth. “Hnnnggggggg, fuck,” you moaned around Minho’s cock as he continued his ministations on your clit and Chan climbed between your legs. “Fuck, look how wet you are, begging to be filled with cum huh, our little cumslut. “ He seethed, sucking in a breath and aligning his cockhead with your entrance.   Sliding his head over you clit, he sucked his bottom lip between his lip. 
Then, he was pushing in, his girth stretching you so deliciously. “Fuck ,such a tight pussy, sucks cock in so good. Could stay in here forever,” He whispered, pulling back slightly before pushing in again. Your toes curled, eyes rolled back and you slipped Minho’s cock out of your mouth so you could moan .”Fuck! SO big! Channie Channie, fuck!” You cried, as Minho climbed behind you, one hand holding your leg up and the other rubbing your clit still. He leaned down in your ear to whisper, “Yeah? Is hyung fucking your whore pussy so good? You gonna cum around his cock? Gonna cream him, like the slut you are?”
You were going to do More than just cum though
Throwing your head back against Minho’s chest, you whined, grabbing his wrist. “Yes! Yes, Min! I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum. Please Minnie and Chan, please make me cum.” You cried, as Chan snapped his hips harder into you, screwing his eyes shut. Looking down to where his cock slid in and out of your cunt, Chan saw a white creamy ring around the base of his cock. “Fucking hell, such a slutty pussy. Making a mess all over me.” He sneered, spitting down onto your clit. Your legs were shaking, the muscles aching and you wanted to cum, BAD.
Minho, cupped his hand under your jaw and pulled your head up to look at him . “ My poor little whore, is so needy. Wants to be filled with cum, look at you, shaking like a leaf.” It was true, you were shaking. Nodding your head, you saw Minho grab your pink vibrator out of your nightstand and flick it on. “Want to cum so badly, huh, whore.” He glowered, teasingly running the vibrator over your mound before pressing it to your clit,meanly. “C’mon, soak his fucking cock, so I can give you my cum. I know you want it, want me to fucking fill that cunt with my cum.” All you could do was whine, eyes squeezed shut as you cried. “Yes! Yes, fuck please! I wanna cum, need to cum! PLease, fuck! Pleasepleaseplease let me.” You cried, your legs trying to snap shut from the sheer amount of pleasure. But, Chan and Minho were having none of it. Holding your legs open, Chan landed a smack against your tits. “Keep those fucking legs open, slut. Take what we fucking give you, like the good little whore you are.” He commanded, hips plowing into you at an animalistic rate. They both chuckled, voices laced with a delicious venom, as they took in your fucked out state. 
“Poor baby is so fucked out, wants to cum so bad. Clenching around my fucking cock so good.”
“C’mon, soak his cock, baby. Then, he can fill that whore cunt with his cum and I’ll give you mine.”
That was all it took, your vision went white and you squirted hard. “Hnnnnng! Fuuuuuck me! Oh my god ohmygod ! Yes yes yes!” You cried, your release thoroughly soaking Chan’s dick and lower abdomen. “Yeeeea, just like that. Make a mess on me. Suck a good whore– fuck me! Fuuuuuck, I’m cumming. Take my fucking cum in your cunt.”Chan had growled, pistoning his hips into you primally, before he stopped. Rope after rope after rope of his warm cum painting your walls. “Fuuuuck, so good, baby.” he smiled, completely fucked out and spent before he collapsed onto the bed. 
But… Minho didn’t cum yet.
Sliding out from where he sat under you, Minho smiled and leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips, throwing the vibrator to the side. “Hi, kitten.” He smiled, as your glossy eyes stared back at him, your hands coming to curl around his neck. “Hi, baby.” You preened, pulling him into another kiss. “You did so good, baby. Took it so well. Think you have one more for me,hm?” He smiled, bunny teeth showing, as he lined his cockhead up with your hole. Nodding your head, you bit your lip. “Yeah, ‘course I do.Want your cum so bad, min.” You whined, feeling his tip breaching your hole, as he bottomed out in one motion. “Hnnnnng, min! Fuck!” You whined against his lips as he swiftly pulled his hips back, fucking into you with harsh deep thrusts. “yeah?Feel good, my  pretty slut?” He cooed, sucking bruises into your neck. 
Too overwhelmed by Minho’s cock bullying into you, you didn’t notice Chan slide over. That was, until you felt plush lips on the underside of your jaw and two of his fingers reach to pinch your nipples. “Does he feel good. You going to soak MInho’s cock too, like a good slut?” He whispered into your ear, hotly licking the shell. Nodding your head, you felt your orgasm bubbling up, again. “H-huuuuh!yes! SO close! Please let me cum!” You cried, arch backing off the bed. Minho and Chan locked eyes, nodding before Chan rubbed your clit faster and Minho thrusted harder.  
“Cum” they said in unison.
And man……you squirted, Chan’s hand was soaked, Minho’s cock and abdomen were soaked.
“Fuck, look at you, such a good girl. Soaking us like that. You want Minho’s cum, baby?” Chan growled in your ear as you whined and panted, completely spent. “Gonna give you my cum baby, okay?” Minho called, running a hand over your cheek, Then bam his orgasm hit him like a truck. Minho’s hips faltered, before completely stopping, as he spilled his load into you. 
Again, rope after rope after rope of warm white cum filled your cunt, painting your walls white, until it started to drip out of you. “Fuuuuuck, so good, jagiya. Take me so good.” Minho panted, as he collapsed on top of you, also completely spent. “You always take my cum so good,fuck.” He whispered into your neck, sweat dripping from his bangs as he peppered your neck with kisses. 
Recollecting his breath, Chan redressed himself and climbed out of your bed. Before closing the door, he turned to where you and Minho were still laying, his cock still in you. 
“So……..same time next week?”
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froggibus · 6 months
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Finders, Keepers - slasher!Jason Todd
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Pairing: slasher! Jason Todd x f! Reader (reader uses f pronouns & has a pussy)
Genre: smut/NSFW
Word Count: 2k
Summary: as you feel his knife pressing into your skin, you look up at him through teary eyes. “I’ll do anything to live,” you say, but Jason intends to make you deliver on that promise.
CW: (Tagging this as possible noncon because you get held at knifepoint and fuck him so he doesn’t kill you, but eventually get into it) dubcon, maybe noncon? , knifeplay, reader gets held by knifepoint, serial killer! jason todd, stalking/chasing, oral (m! receiving), face fucking, fingering, finger sucking, cervix fucking, size difference, unprotected sex, creampie, kinda yandere themes?
day 2!! we are still going strong lol. absolutely love the idea of Jason Todd being a slasher, I kinda went for a cross between Michael Myers, Ghostface and Jason Voorhees here. anyway, hope you guys enjoy :)
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You dive and roll behind the marble countertop, covering your mouth to hide your teetering breath. Your ribcage aches with every beat of your heart, the pounding so loud you swear you can hear it echoing. You only pray he doesn’t notice.
Thick bootsteps fill the room, a menacing rhythm of rubber on hardwood. Each step is slow and sturdy as he approaches your hiding spot. He’s playing games with you, the thrill of the hunt almost as good as the kill itself. You only hope that you won’t be his latest victim.
You see the tip of his boot round the corner and suddenly your time has run out. You spring to your feet, catching a glimpse of your terrified features in the shiny red metal of his helmet before sprinting as fast as you can to the back door. You throw the glass door open so hard you swear it cracks, but you don’t have time to worry about property damage. Not tonight.
As soon as your slippers meet the grass, you’re tearing through the lawn and towards the woods. You can hear his thick footsteps behind you, but it doesn’t sound like he’s running. He never runs. The whole time he’s chased you has felt like one big taunt, like he’s getting off on your fear.
You almost sigh in relief when you make it past the property line and into the thick woods. You duck behind a thick oak tree, glancing over your shoulder to see if he’s still there. Your tensed muscles relax when you don’t see him anywhere. You must have lost him.
You wait behind the tree for what feels like hours before you hesitantly crawl out, attempting to find your way out of the forest and back to society. Back to help. 
But it’s dark and the moon is hidden behind clouds, and you must have dropped your phone somewhere in the chase. All of the trees look the same and you can’t seem to remember where you came from. 
Your shoulders slump when you look to the dark path ahead. There’s no way out, at least not until daylight when you’ll be able to see better. But that still leaves six hours of you hiding in the woods from a psycho killer hellbent on sinking his blade into you. 
You cast your eyes down to your bare legs and slippers. You’d been sleeping before this, wearing only your pyjama shorts and a giant t-shirt. Even if you can wait him out until daylight, you’ll freeze to death first.
You turn around and walk straight into a tree. No, not a tree. Horror dons on you as you realize you’ve walked into a six foot wall of muscle and leather. You have no time to react before his arm grabs your waist and holds you against his muscled chest, his blade resting on your throat like a promise.
“P-please!” You cry out, trying to stay perfectly still. The sharp metal is just barely grazing your throat for now, but you know any sudden movement could change that.
He doesn’t answer, but you can hear his breathing through that damned mask. It’s fast and strained, and his chest rises and falls in time with it. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to picture good memories, try to picture that you’re anywhere but here. 
He keeps his strong grip on you, keeps his knife at the base of your neck. He can practically smell your fear, and it’s fucking intoxicating. Your heart is racing, all of your muscles tremble in his arms. He’s been following you for a while now but he never thought you would put up this much of a fight.
God, it’s going to feel so good to take your life.
He starts to press the blade into your neck and you cry out. Not quite a scream, or at least not a scream of terror. It’s more of a strangled whine, but it has him stopping in his tracks.
“Please,” you whine again. “Please don’t, please! I’ll do anything, please.”
He listens to you whimper, the sounds like music to his ears. He can’t count the amount of times you’ve said please, but he keeps his knife off your throat for the time being. He wants to see just how long you’ll beg him not to take your life.
“I mean it! I’ll do anything,” you can barely breathe, every inhale short and strangled. “Say the word! But please, please don’t kill me.”
You can’t tell if he’s listening to you or if what you’re saying even makes sense at this point. All you can focus on is the knife in his hand and the arm around your waist. Your words start to sound strange even to you, the word please losing all of its meaning.
Jason loves the way you squirm in his arms and plead for your life, and fuck, you look so cute doing it. He wants to sink his knife into you, wants to feel your skin break apart at his touch, but he’s starting to think he can split you open a different way. 
He cuts off your pleads by shoving you to your knees on the ground. He twists his knife so that it rests on the back of your neck, the tip of the blade threatening to plunge into you if you don’t do a good job.
You stay perfectly still, looking up at him with teary and confused eyes. Is this it? Is he going to kill you now? You can’t tell. You watch his every move, every tensing of his muscles, just waiting for him to kill you. 
The hand that isn’t holding the knife reaches up to his belt buckle and suddenly you hear the clatter of the metal on the forest floor. You tilt your head in confusion, watching as his thick fingers tug open his zipper and release his cock.
Despite the cold night air, you feel impossibly warm at the sight of his hard length. Does he…is he expecting you to suck it? After all, you did say you would do anything to survive.
When you don’t make a move, he prods the knife into your skin just enough to draw blood. That’s all it takes for you to lean forward and open your mouth, letting his tip glide across your tongue. The taste of salty precum floods your senses.
He puts his other hand on the top of your head, guiding you along his shaft. His cock is so big it stretches your jaw, and you’re sure you’ll be aching tomorrow. Better sore than dead, though. You keep your eyes closed and focus on the task at hand. It’s easy to forget that you’re on your knees in a forest being held at knife point when he has his cock in your mouth. 
You bob up and down, trying to take as much of him into your mouth as possible. He fills you up enough that you have to breathe through your nose and every thought you have is fucked away.
You’re so caught up on his cock that you don’t even realize you’ve started to bounce up and down, grinding your crotch into your leg. You only notice when you grow so wet that you’ve started to smear your own juices onto your skin. You steady your hips, hoping he didn’t notice how your body is reacting to him.
Of course he noticed, though. He can’t take his eyes off you from behind the mask. It’s intoxicating watching your cute little face strain around his big cock while you desperately hump your own leg. You’ve been so good using that pretty mouth, he thinks you deserve a treat.
You don’t protest when he grabs you by your hair and lifts you up, still keeping that blade pressed against the back of your neck. He releases you and lets you stumble forward onto a tree, bracing yourself against your hands. 
You try to keep perfectly still, but gasp when you feel the cool metal of the blade between your legs. He puts one hand on your hip to steady you, and uses the other to cut open the crotch of your pyjama shorts.
A thick, gloved finger slides into the opening of the fabric and starts to stroke your wet clit. You shiver from his touch and tighten your grip on the tree. He slides a finger into your soaking hole. You whine and move your hips back, trying to get him deeper.
He slides another finger inside of you, pumping only a few times before pulling both out. He reaches his hand around and shoves his slick coated fingers into your mouth. You gratefully accept them, sucking your own juices off of the leather.
His cock brushes your entrance and you brace yourself, closing your eyes in anticipation. He slides in slowly, splitting you open on his thick shaft. A moan forces its way past his fingers in your mouth when he bottoms out. He’s so big you can feel him everywhere, his cock pressing into your cervix.
He pulls out and slams back in, his movements making your whole body shift. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and sets his hand on your hip, using it as momentum to drive you up and down his length. The hand holding the knife rests on your ass, the handle just barely touching you.
His thrusts are brutal. He pushes all the way in every time, before pulling out and slamming back in again. Your stomach aches from how good he’s fucking you, your legs starting to shake from how you’re standing. You were trying to keep the moans in at first, but he’s so big and so deep that you can’t help it. 
You can hear the squelching noise from your own pussy, feel your hot juices try to leak out whenever he pulls away only to be fucked into you again. You’re getting so close, so needy and desperate. You rock your hips back and forth the best you can, trying to meet his thrusts and get him even deeper. 
“I-I’m so close!” You cry out.
Jason hears your cries and lewd moans, feels the way you’re clenching around his cock. It’s almost unthinkable that you were begging for your life previously, and now you’re about to cum around his cock. He knew he made a good choice with you.
“Please,” you whine again. “Please, I need to cum, please! I’ll do anything, please.”
Your begging is like music to his ears, and suddenly he’s lifting up your leg and holding you up by your waist. This new angle lets him go deeper, the tip of his cock grinding against your cervix every time. It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re gushing around him, going limp in his arms.
Jason holds you up and continues fucking into you. You feel so good and tight around his cock, and he’s so close. He practically uses your body like a fleshlight, tossing you around anyway that makes him feel good. It’s not long before he’s cumming inside of you.
He pulls out, watching as his hot cum runs out of your ruined pussy and down your sticky thighs. God, you’re a mess.
As you come down from your high, you suddenly remember the situation you're in. You press yourself against the tree, pulling your knees to your chest. He watches you, staring at you as you cower. A couple tears roll down your cheeks, though you’re not sure if they’re from fear or from pleasure.
Jason leans forwards and slowly wipes them away. Your hair is an absolute mess, your skin all sweaty and sticky, but you look so fucking cute like this. He tilts his head at you and smiles behind the mask.
Yeah, he thinks he’ll keep you.
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blue lock boys when they are drunk ♡
when the blue lock boys come home drunk, all they want is you.
ft. sae, rin & kaiser x f!reader
author’s note: im a sucker for my favs okay? fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written i almost cried ten different times send help hsish. also thank you all for 100 followers, i love u all sm mwah. i’m working on requests, they will come soon! otherwise please enjoy <33
itoshi sae:
god, he didn’t even know how he ended up in this position. all sae could remember was losing his game, walking out of that stadium with his usual blank expression, but then his legs took him to the nearest bar. he’s so drunk, heck, he even remembers smoking a cigarette or two while he was chugging down everything. he's overcome with a lot of emotions, but then he remembers.
he wants to go home. he’s up, and he’s walking home. it’s late, its dark, yet he’s still able to somehow manage to get to the front step before he knocks on the door, holding onto it because he’ll fall if he doesn’t. that’s when you open the door and sae falls into your arms. "sae-? what happened?" you ask, trying your best to not let him fall while shutting the door.
you already knew he lost, you were obviously watching the streamed game. but when sae loses, he shuts everyone out for a day at the very least. however, it's weird to find him falling onto you, at your doorstep, and incredibly late at night. he smells like cigarettes, and that's when you understand what is going on.
"sit down, i'll get you water." you guide him to the couch, slowly trying to let go of his arm so you can lie down, but he doesn't let go of you. instead, he pulls you down with him so you're lying down on top of him. "uh, what's this about? you gonna talk to me..?" to say you're confused right now is kind of an understatement. sae hasn't spoken a word to you since he entered, just mindless grumbles and sighs until now, where it's almost like he's searching into your eyes for something.
"y'know, you're a whole lot prettier up close, right?"
what..?
your eyes probably looked bugged right now. you know he's not sober, but when people are drunk, their true feelings come out. sae's never really been an openly affectionate man, you knew that from the moment you met him. so hearing him suddenly throw a compliment into your face has you stunned to say the least.
"c'mon don't look at me like that... this is new to me too.." he mumbles, a red tint starting to appear on his cheeks. he grabs you by your waist to sit you on his lap, and you start to turn red too. "seriously, what's gotten into you sae?" you ask quietly, you both letting out a small chuckle as you stare at each other.
"i don' know.. it's your fault." you tilt your head as his one hand intertwines with yours. "you have beautiful eyes too.. you know that?" you let out a little gasp as your eyes avert away from him. you can feel your ears getting hotter and hotter as each seconds by. now you're actually worried, since when has he thought of these things?
sae put a hand on your cheek to turn you back to him. he has that soft smile plastered onto his face. your gaze softens as he continues talking to you. "you've always had.. that bright light in your eyes... even the first night we met. 't was what got me so interested in you." you bite your lip at that, small water drops forming into your eyes. it wasn't possible for your heart to not melt as those words. "the only thing.. i could think about.. was how much i liked you. how much my heart yearned for you. for how happy i am, to have you in my life now."
he wipes a tear of yours while eliciting that little soft but deep chuckle you always adored. "c'mon, don't cry, was just being honest.." he hugged you, burying his face into your neck and closing his eyes. you were almost certain that after that the alcohol consumed him, that he was too drowsy to even remember all the words he just said. but it's okay. for the chance you got to see itoshi sae confess his love in his own way. you whispered out an "i love you' before falling asleep beside him.
michael kaiser:
"babyy, i'm homee!" yeah, he was definitely slurring over each word he said. you walked out the kitchen, staring as kaiser almost fell atleast 5 times trying to walk over to you. it was hard to try and not laugh at how adorable he was being all tipsy, it was like he was a little child again.
“michael.” you giggled, trying to get him to sit on the chair but you both fell against each other on the floor. “that hurt!” his cheeks are more than just flushed and his eyes are half open. "who are ya, and where's my girlfriend?" to be honest, you were kind of hurt that he couldn't recognize you even while you were right in his face, but kaiser can be a little slow even when sober.
"c'mon michael, 'is me, your girlfriend." you retorted, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to get him to sit down on a chair. but of course, kaiser being kaiser doesn't want to be apart from you for even a second, so he pulls you onto his lap. "i know, 'was just messin' with ya. i'm not that drunk, y'know?" you could only blankly stare at him as he confessed to that. even the dumbest person alive could tell that lie straight through his teeth.
"you are seriously not gonna tell me you aren't THAT drunk. you slipped over the fuckin' air." you both looked at each other, slightly grinning at that. silence. ah there it is, you both burst out laughing not even a second after, because you know it was true. "honestly though, you REEK of alcohol, go shower or somethin'." you tried getting off his lap, you really did. but does he care? of course not.
"no, 'm gonna stay here, too tired to shower..." you let out a small sigh at that, but if he wasn't going to get into the shower, you weren't going to let him doze off in his uncomfy chair. both of your backs couldn't take that kind of pain right now. "okay okay, we're both tired, let's go to bed, hm?" kaiser quietly grumbled as a counter, not wanting to let you go. at that point, your sounds started to sound more grumpy. you should have dragged him to bed when you had the chance.
"hiii babyy, i love you." kaiser suddenly said, with a smile hanging ear to ear. you didn't know what he was up to, but you just quietly ignored his statement of affection. "you're really cute when you're grumpy," he added, followed by a bunch of little mischievous giggles. "but you're cute all the time, so it makes it absolutelyyy irresistible to stay mad at you." you're so embarrassed by kaiser's sudden overload of compliments that, you start to playfully hit him? one hit to the arm, one hit to the head, and you continue in order to stop being so flustered by the drunk man in front of you.
"ow! i literally said you're cute, why are you hitting me- stop! ow!" even if you were hitting him, kaiser couldn't help but let out more laughs when he realized why you were hitting him. "aww, you're embarrased, aren't ya?" he pressed you for a kiss, but you just put your hand over his mouth to push him back. you couldn't take being more abashed over your extraordinarily drunk boyfriend.
"if you're not gonna accept my love, let me properly confess it, alrightt?" again, you were too afraid to even blurt out a single world in fear of stuttering and having kaiser coo into your ear about how cute you were. so you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue his speech. "got your attention, pretty? i've had a crush on you since the first time i met you, like the biggest crush ever, like the moment i saw you i swear those hearts appeared in my eyes like they do in cartoon shows." he was stuttering as the alcohol was still rushing in his system, but kaiser sounded like a little boy who had been lovestruck with the mere thought of you.
"you're so stupid sometimes.." you mumbled, but nonetheless giddy with happiness and love. "maybe, but i'm stupidly in love with you." all you could do was let out a sheepish smile before pulling him into a hug. "i love you.." and that was followed with snores. you didn't really plan on how to move kaiser out of this awkward position, but what you did know that he was a pretty cute lovestruck man when he was drunk.
itoshi rin:
rin isn't one to typically get drunk, he's not even one to have maybe more than three shots of alcohol at most. but tonight, he went completely overboard. maybe the drinks just tasted good, maybe he had lost his mind. not the matter of how he got drunk, but he was stumbling into your shared apartment when you just barely saw you peeking through your bedroom door through his blurry eyes.
"rin, are you okay..?" you murmured, slowing walking towards him. "mm, 'm fine, were you sleeping?" even if he was on the verge of passing out, rin was one of those guys who was able to maintain his composure. he didn't like how he felt, so he stride towards the kitchen, aching for a glass of water. "was waiting for you, did you drink, rin?" he turned around to see you standing there waiting for him.
"mhm, sorry, don't know what got over me. wait in the room for me, i'll be in there soon." he replied, turning back around to put his glass in the sink, but when he shifted back, he could still see you waiting his in peripheral vision. "what are you waiting for, [name]?" rin asked, still feeling the horrible effects of the alcohol continuing to flow through his blood stream. "i told you, 'm waiting for you." you knew that if you went back, he would fall asleep on the nearby couch, heck even fall and just pass out on the floor, he was drunk out of his mind.
"alright, c'mon let's go." he slowly trailed behind you, the cold air hitting him in the face when he realized he feels way too hot. rin slowly discards his jacket and his shirt, moving to lie down with you. but the one thing he couldn't help but notice is that you didn't make direct eye contact with him, your eyes are averted in every direction except his, why is that? maybe the reason he hated alcohol so much is because of what it does to him. he wants your attention, he craves for your touch, it's weird to him.
so rin extends his arm towards you, he has a hold on your waist before you're too close to him. "what's wrong..?" he examines you, how you're still not looking into his eyes. "look at me, why aren't you looking at me honey?" he's surprised that it does the trick, because your eyes are finally in his direct field of view, and his heart melts. "nothin', just thought you might have wanted to sleep, so didn't wanna' bother you." you answered shyly, realizing now that he wanted nothing more than you. it's silent for a bit, just the both of you in each other's embrace, lying down in the dark.
"mm, you don't bother me, you know that?" he starts, rin doesn't realize that all of sudden he's rambling to you. "i say you shouldn't be nervous but the truth is.. i'm always a bit nervous around you. we've been together for a while but.. i don't know.. i just.. always want to know more about you. it drives me insane sometimes, 'cause i don't usually care about people like that. but for you i just-" he's pulling you closer into your chest, noticing how your grip tightens on him as he continues speaking. "i just want to know every tiny detail about you. i notice the small things about you. the way your smile goes slightly down, you touch the tip of your eyes when your embarrassed, and you always touch the same spot-" he intertwines his hands with yours, rubbing over the spot he's just about to mention. "you always touch the same spot of your hand when you're focused. i pay attention to those things because i care about you, i hope you knew that."
"rin.." you whisper, it's all you could physically verbalize. but all you could feel were the hot tears you were spilling onto his chest. you felt guilty, quickly trying to wipe them away, but he looked down to hush your sobs. "'m sorry, didn't wanna make you cry. i meant it though, even if i don't say it much." it's undeniable that you just want to be even closer to him than humanely possible, you wouldn't dare think of even letting him go for a second after that. "i think you should get drunk more often," which dragged a small string of chuckles from you two. "being drunk sucks, but we can compromise and i'll try and tell you how much i love and want to be with you more, yea?" rin shared, fumbling over his words. yep, still definitely drunk.
"mhm, go to sleep now, 'kay?" you acknowledged, content with how tonight turned out to be. "you go to sleep too, i love you." and rin let himself pass out in the comfort of your presence. not only until a few moments later could you say 'i love you' back, but he was secretly waiting to fall asleep until he heard confirmation of your feelings.
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sitting your pretty ass self on alexis’ cock while he’s on a call with someone who is live 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
teasing alex on a call ...
alex laughs boisterously across the hall and you smile automatically. even just knowing he was around made your heart stammer in your chest. it wasn't just that, though; you saw him before the stream, and he looked more than good. actually, he looked incredible.
he had donned his typical black and gray beanie that left black wispies flying out from under it. it's even better as his gold chain revealed a black t-shirt hanging low on his chest. was it getting hot?
"i'm gonna go live," he pecks your cheek, "be done soon!"
but that was hours ago! and the more you thought, the more you remembered how good it felt to run your nails across his scalp. to feel his hands pull you closer to his chest...
your feet were already taking you down the hall. before you knew it, your phone was abandoned on the kitchen counter. alex is calm when you slide into the room. his eyes lock onto yours for a split second before he's cursing back into the mic. then, "hey babe, what's up? i'm still live!"
he doesn't let his surprise show as you plop into his lap, "i know! been watching."
alex takes a moment to make a quick joke, but thankfully everyone else is too distracted with their chats to notice how his breath hitches. how he slams the "MUTE" button to snake his hands under the cotton of your tank top.
"babeee," he sighs as you scooch even closer, rolls your hips just a bit harder.
"shhh, i think someone's saying something to you, alex."
alex struggles to tear his eyes away from yours. you urge him with your hand to the mic and he throat bobs, "i-i'm here! i was just too busy playing the game!"
your hand palms him slowly and teasingly. his voice cracks slightly in the mic, and he's pushing his hips up into your hand. it's so sexy to feel him harden under your silken touch. the way he fills out his sweatpants is absolutely intoxicating, "fuck, go under please..."
he whispers into your ear with a demanding voice but you smirk.
"hush, just let me fuck you, yeah?"
the raw dominance in your voice sends a shiver down his spine. you listen, spit slicked hand wrapping around his thick cock. alex keens, fingers gripping the arm handle with a ferocious grip as he tries to keep himself under control, "fuck, okay, okay. please fuck me, shit...!"
"you're still live, and sounds like your friends are getting impatient, honey."
"th-they don't care, they'll think I left," and your hand twists around his leaking tip, "oh! oh my god."
"talk to them, baby."
"c-can't," he mumbles.
"talk to them. do your job," you suck a dark mark on his neck while pulling him out, "you can do it, baby."
his voice is shaky as he nods, eagerly watching a stream of spit dribble from your tongue to coat his dick. it feels so intimate the way you slowly stroke him with a wet click.
you know it's killing him. he throbs in your hand and his voice is more meek, more far-away, "sorry, i'm just a little--"
you struggle holding back your moan when you sink down onto him. your teeth sink into the juncture of his neck as he stretches your dripping pussy out. you've taken him so many times that's so easy, but you always feel the stretch of his girth when you take him for the first time.
"--a little tired!"
alex squeaks out and you can't help your quiet giggle when you plop yourself down in his lap. again, then again, and soon his desk chair is squeaking lewdly.
"fuck me, yes! feels so good. your pussy feels too good," he buries his face into your chest, clinging to you like a bear, "fuck, mami. you're so dirty, riding me while i'm live?"
" i already know you like it," you wheeze, hand ripping off his beanie to tug him by his hair into a lip-lock, "already know you love fucking me, fuckk! oh fuck, stretching me out so well."
it's so lewd how you can hear the boisterous laughs of his friends, the fighting and the jokes; all at the same time you fuck yourself silly on your boyfriend's cock and he practically drools over your tight, wet walls squeezing him.
"i'm gonna cum, oh shit! babe, w-wait," he tries to stop your desperate hips or clenched thighs but it's no use.
"wanna feel you fill me up, need it. needed you so bad, fuck, alexx!"
and you vaguely hear voices calling out to alex among your own. he's so close, balls tightening and mind hazy. he can barely breath as his lungs constrict.
"'m so close, baby. cum in me, need to feel you breed me," you wheeze, "please, alex!"
alex cums in hot white ropes. you feel him paint the inside of your walls and you nearly spasm from pleasure. it's so hot and your teeth tug his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. your orgasm washes over you in a huge wave that leaves your every limb shaking. neither of you can even speak as the stream falls on dead ears.
it takes a moment to remember to take a deep inhale. your mixed releases spill down your thigh and leave messy droplets on his sweatpants. alex himself is no better, lips agape with eyes closed.
alex's eyes meet yours looking like swirls of honey. you know he's feeling vulnerable, feeling sensitive. your hand cards down his face and you leave soft pecks on his freckles.
"that was... baby, that was insane."
"i know, baby boy. you did so good for me. i fucking love fucking you."
alex giggles a shy laugh into your cleavage. another person calls out to alex, and finally he's regathered enough energy to sit up and unmute.
"yeah, i gotta go! yeah, yeah, i'm fine. i just," he pauses, "i just had to take care of something for a sec."
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Traitor
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▪︎Luke Castellan x fem!reader
▪︎daughter of Ares
(the story takes place during the last PJ book -> you, Annabeth, Percy and Grover have just entered Olympus and are about to meet Luke/Kronos)
Warnings:
• mentions of blood
• no happy ending
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You freeze as you spot him.
Those striking eyes, once loving and gentle, now cold and distant. The single strands of hair, that fall into his face. God, you loved playing with his hair while lying in his lap. Or running your hands through his hair while kissing him.
“Luke” It has been a while since you last said his name. You try to avoid it as good as possible, as it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue since the day he turned out to be a traitor. Damn, that day was still as present as ever…
Percy lying in bed in the infirmary and telling you all about Luke´s betrayal… you standing next to his bed, not believing a single word he said… not until you noticed that Luke had disappeared.
In that moment your heart broke so violently, that you still wonder how it was possible that nobody heard it. Your perfect world broke apart within seconds.
Luke was your first everything. The first person you met at camp. The first person you trusted. The first (and only) person who you have ever been in love with. Your first kiss. Your first boyfriend. Your first time. And the first person who broke your heart.
Of course the whole camp was also very suspicious of you. You were Luke´s girlfriend – everyone knew that. The two of you were as close as one could be, so if he was a traitor, you had to be one as well, right?  They branded you the spy and avoided talking to you for months. How was that fair?
If it hadn´t been for Percy, Annabeth and Silena – who constantly comforted you, kept acting normal around you and scolded other campers who terrorized you – you would have run away a long time ago. Camp Half-Blood no longer felt like home.
Luke, your boyfriend. Luke, the traitor. It was damn hard to believe that they were the same person.
Of course you also blamed yourself. You were his girlfriend, you should have paid more attention! You knew that something was going on with him. 
You felt that he acted slightly different, even though he tried not to show it to you. He has never spoken about the gods with respect or fascination, but it was the first time that he sounded this bitter.
“They don´t care about us, Y/N” he told you while you were sitting at the shores of the lake.
“Who?” you asked, your feet dangling just inches above the cool water.
“The gods… they are cruel and selfish…they always let teens fight their battles”
In that moment you thought that he referred to the scar he got on his quest. In retrospect, he probably meant much more. Did he think of betraying the camp back then?
From that day on, you lost him more each and every day. He still spent most of his time with you, he still kissed you and made you laugh but then he also seemed so distracted, so distant.
"Dont worry, princess. I just had a bad dream", he told you every time you noted that he looked stressed.
You took his hand, softly stroking his palm with your fingers. "You know you can talk to me about it"
He just smiled, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. "I know, my love"
Before, he has never avoided these topics. You remember feeling like you couldn't get to him anymore. And then – suddenly he was gone. Disappeared without a word.
The first time you saw him again was roughly three months later. He was lying in wait for you when you were just leaving the camp to visit your mother. He jumped out of the shadows and grabbed your arm, nearly giving you a heart attack.
At first you were afraid. Afraid of the boy you had loved with all your heart – and probably still did.
But he didn´t come to hurt you, instead he tried to convince you to run away with him, to join Kronos with him. He tried more than once – to be honest you lost count of how many times he tried – but every time you rejected him.
The gods aren´t perfect, but fighting against them is not the right way to go. Doing so would cause the exact opposite of what he actually wants to achieve.
You could clearly remember the last time he spoke to you, maybe five or six months ago.
“Y/N, please! I love you! Take my hand, come with me! You know that I fight for the right thing!”
Now you stand in front of him again. Well… you´re not sure if that even was Luke anymore. How much control does Kronos have over him?
Slowly he turns towards you. “Y/N” Luke´s voice is shaking. He seems to be fighting an internal battle, which Kronos wins.
As Percy and Annabeth start talking to him and trying to talk sense into him, you just stand there, petrified, not knowing what to say. Were there even words to say in such a situation? If yes, then Kronos doesn´t give you the time to speak them.
He attacks and the three of you give your best to keep him at bay. In the meantime Grover plays the flute, trying his best to support you.
You clutch your sword. For the first time in your life you truly hate fighting. You are as brilliant and intimidating as usual – of course you are – but still you hate fighting against the boy who once owned your heart. With every blow and every stab you are afraid of hurting him.
Maybe you are too soft to be the daughter of Ares. Would he understand or would he be disappointed?
During the fight Annabeth constantly tries to talk to Luke/Kronos. About Thalia, about their time before camp. Sometimes one might think that a small glimpse of Luke shines through.
A firm blow hits Annabeth and throws her across the room. She was lucky that it was only Kronos´ arm and not his blade. She could have been dead in a second.
“Luke” she tries to speak, but she almost can't get a sound out.
“Annabeth”, you shout, as you understand what she is trying to do. Her grey eyes search for yours, begging you silently. You give her a reassuring nod. Truly, a brilliant girl.
You gather all your strength and step forward. “Luke! Luke, can you hear me? I know, you´re still there.”
Kronos freezes and watches you, giving Percy the chance to scurry over to Annabeth.
Trying to suppress the tears that well, you force yourself to smile. You try to remember all the beautiful moments that you and Luke shared. Holding hands while walking around camp, watching the sunsets while enjoying some snacks, gentle kisses while sitting around the campfire.
You don´t want to believe that this Luke was gone. He has to still be there, somewhere underneath the monster that Kronos created.
“Do you remember my birthday?”, you ask him, while watching him intensively to see whether that triggers a reaction in him. “A few days before, I had told you about the chocolate chip muffins that my grandma used to make. You baked them for me, remember? And on my birthday you came to wake me up really really early in the morning. Clarisse almost murdered you for throwing pebbles on the cabin window, remember?”
You chuckle as you figuratively see your sisters face in front of you. Gods, on that day even you were afraid of her.
“You wanted to watch the sunrise together, remember? At our spot.” You search for a sign, for any sign, that Luke hears you. That he is still there. “The spot where you first kissed me. Do you remember that? The shore of the lake.”
Kronos´ expression changes. “Y/N”
Luke! Your heart skips a beat as you hear his voice. Is it enough? Have you gotten through to him?
He stumbles towards you, trying to suppress Kronos for at least a few seconds.
“Do you remember the gift you gave me?” You ask, your voice now lively, excited even.
Slowly Luke nods. “The silver bracelet with the forever symbol.”
“Exactly!” You laugh out, the first tears streaming down your face. “You want to see it?”
Luke´s eyes widen. “You still have it? You… you kept it, even though I…”
“Of course I kept it.” You roll up your sleeve and show it to him. You thought about throwing it away a few times, but you never had the heart to do it.
Maybe you kept it as a reminder that the time with Luke was real, maybe because something deep inside you hoped that one day you would wake up from this nightmare and find out that all of this was just a dream. A really bad dream.
Luke looks at you, frowning deeply. You notice how hard he tries to not let Kronos break through. How much longer can he keep this up? A few seconds? One minute?
"Do you still love me?”, he finally manages to say.
You look at him. His eyes. His beautiful eyes. “Yes, I always did.”
“Enough!” Kronos´ voice echoed across the room. Luke lost control. Something dark hisses through the air and shortly afterwards you feel a sharp pain shooting through your body.
At first you don´t realize what happened, you only hear Annabeth and Percy scream. Then your legs give away and you fall to the ground. Blood. On your hands, on your shirt.
The sound of clashing weapons. Annabeth and Percy have thrown themselves back into the fray in an attempt to push Kronos away from you. They scream Luke´s name, trying to help him get control again.
The image blurs before your eyes. The wound is too deep. Too much blood.
“Y/N!” Luke. He managed to suppress Kronos. Hopefully longer than a few seconds.
Annabeth and Percy look at you, tears streaming down their faces. They hesitate, not wanting to come too close as they want to give you and Luke some privacy. Nevertheless they stand ready if Kronos takes over again. 
Immediately Luke hurries over to you and falls down on his knees beside you.
It became more and more exhausting to keep your eyes open. “Luke” you manage to whisper, your voice breaking.
“I´m here.” His voice is as soft as you remember it. As soft as it was on the day he told you he loved you for the first time.
You try to lift your hand, but you don´t have the strength to do so.
“Please don´t die”, he whispers as he slowly starts stroking your hair. He keeps repeating his words, begging you, begging the gods, begging Kronos.
You blink and try your best to smile. However, due to the pain that rushes through your body, it becomes more of a grimace.
“I love you, Y/N”, Luke tells you, unable to hold back his tears, “Please forgive me”
And as you close your eyes you can feel his lips softly kissing yours.
Faith. Even though all these years he has made the worst decisions one can ever make, you're sure he's finally going to do the right thing.
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lycheedr3ams · 9 months
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Death's Angel
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Part 5: When No One is Watching
royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig
Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.
Warnings: MDNI! smut, mutual pining, forbidden love, death (konig is an executioner duh), mean sisters, mentions of medieval-type violence, overbearing parents, konig is brooding and a perv, some predator/prey dynamics, possessive!konig, maybe dark themes bc reader likes seeing him kill people and bc he's a perv?
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6
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series inspired by the art below!
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your first sexual encounter with konig truly spelled the end for you as a well-to-do, behaved princess. when people were watching - your sisters, parents, family members - you were sure to act your civilized, royal self. you kept up with your studies and your duties in the royal court when in the public eye. to everyone, it seemed as though nothing had changed: you were the same girl that you were before konig entered the castle. you still curtsied exactly like how you were taught, you still covered your mouth when you chewed food, you still were educated and prim and proper.
but when no one was looking? when every living soul in the castle was asleep at night? that was a different story. you would - almost nightly - sneak down to konig's quarters and let him have his way with you time and time and time again. whether it was his cock shoved down your throat, his tongue slurping on your cunt, or his cock pounding you from every position imaginable, the princess you once were was long forgotten. konig never took the mask off, but you didn't mind. you once admitted to him in the midst of a rough session that the mask really turned you on.
there were even some nights that you'd have to stay in his room with him. nights when he fucked you so hard for so long that you would fall upon standing, or you'd simply pass out once he finally pulled out of your irresistible pussy. on those nights, he'd hold you close and gently caress your head and whisper things to you that you had no hope of remembering. all you knew was that he only spoke those words when it was clear you wouldn't remember them. on nights like these, when you had to stay in his quarters, he would wake you up very early to give you time to sneak back to your room and bathe before you had to don the royal facade.
there were some nights when konig would come all over your body, when it would cover your tits and ass and stomach and sometimes face. you quickly ran out of spare cloths, and had to sneak some more down each time you went. as for the cloths that got ruined, well, you had no choice but to burn them. there was no way they would ever truly be clean again. just like you, in a way.
when you would see konig outside of his room, the days you had to watch his executions, you ruined a pair of panties each time you saw him at his trade. the way he grunted and swung his axe had you hot and needy in minutes. there were some days when you couldn't wait until it was night, and konig could barely clean the blood from off his hands before you were pulling him into some spare broom closet for him to fuck you with his large, calloused hand clamped over your mouth. you'd clench around him so tightly when he did that, and he never last long during those specific encounters.
you found that you could barely focus during the day. acting like the pure princess you once were was now a quite tiresome task, and was not your true self, as you saw it. your true self was when you were on your knees for your executioner, or when his cock was rammed all the way up to your cervix. you couldn't admit it, but konig was right. he did ruin you.
the length of your conversations varied. sometimes, there was barely any words exchanged before he'd strip you bare. but there were also days when you would sneak him down some food from the royal table, and you'd watch him adoringly as he ate and muttered about how good it tasted. he would never tell you, but he loved it when you brought him food.
there were some conversations you had that konig told you to forget. conversations where he talked about how sweet you were, how you were truly an angel.
"you are an angel, you know that?" he whispered one night as you lay catching your breath with your cheek against his chest.
"hm?" you asked, not quite hearing what he said.
"Du bist meine Engel."
despite konig wanting you to forget those words, you never would. when you asked him why he wanted you to forget, he'd whisper things like "you've made me soft." you would always smile at him when he said that, and he would always avert his gaze.
there were times when he felt disgusting and dirty for treating one of the Austrian princesses like she was a whore on sale during happy hour. there were times he lay awake at night and wondered why he was so disgusting, why he loved corrupting a beautiful, sweet, innocent creature such as yourself. but he couldn't ever feel disgusted with himself for too long when he saw the way your eyes would roll into the back of your head, or how you'd moan his name as you clawed his back red. if you were his angel, you had fallen from heaven, but not from any fault of your own. he had dragged you down, and you fell willingly.
you had never felt so free, though. in konig's quarters, surrounded by stone and dim torchlight, you could forget about the social rules and niceties and courtesies that littered your mind each day. you could look konig in the eye, not have to bow, not have to cover your mouth when you laughed or worried if your dress was sitting properly. konig's quarters was the one place in the whole castle where you felt you could be yourself, and more than just sexually. there were some times when you two wouldn't fuck at all. you'd just lay on his bed, and he'd listen as you talked about your day as he ran a hand gently through your hair. he never talked much about himself, but his lips certainly got a bit looser when you snuck your hand under his shirt.
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"you can talk to me, konig," you whispered in his ear one night as you gently dragged his shirt halfway up his chest and rubbed his abs. "you can trust me." you could tell that something had been bothering him the last few days.
konig pursed his lips under his mask and closed his eyes. you could feel the way his stomach rose and fell with each of his breaths. you kissed what skin you could access on his shoulder before he finally spoke.
"if anyone finds out, they'll take you away from me," he whispered quickly, as if he didn't want you to hear it.
you stopped stroking his abs and sat up a little to look at him. "no one's gonna find out," you soothed him as you gazed into his grey-blue eyes. "don't worry. we've been careful."
"they'll take you away from me," he repeated, gazing at the ceiling now rather than at you.
you kissed his cheek through his mask, and he blushed. but you wouldn't know. "if anyone manages to find out, I'll take care of it. nothing will come between us."
you laid back down and stroked his chest once again. "if we were to, I don't know, run away, where would you take me?"
konig blinked and wasn't sure if he heard your question. he mulled over your words, and hugged you a little tighter into his side. "as far away from here as possible."
"if I wanted to run away with you, you'd come with me, right?" you asked as you looked up at him.
"that's not a good idea," he scolded, but his attempts at setting you straight were feeble given how broken his voice sounded.
"I didn't ask if it's a good idea, konig," you said gently as you snaked your hand up his chest towards his hooded face. "I asked if you would come with me."
"yes." he said without any hesitation.
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as the next month flew by and you and konig got closer, it got ever harder to hide your relationship with him. you two had never officially declared your status to each other, but konig's affections for you were beginning to be expressed in ways other than him fucking you senseless. if he saw a pretty rock in the stream he washes his clothes in, he'd save it for you. if he found a colorful feather on the ground, a shiny coin, any little trinket, he would give you. most times, he would take your hand in his own and place the gift in your palm before turning his body to the side. "I thought you might want this," he'd whisper uncertainly. you always smiled and thanked him so sweetly for his little gifts. signs he was always thinking of you. you were used to always receiving lavish gifts of jewels and clothing, makeup and rare gadgets. but Konig's gifts of little things he stumbled on throughout the day warmed your heart and meant so much more to you than any other gift you'd ever received. his gifts had a childlike innocence to them, and almost made you forget how he ruined you most nights. those gifts hinted to you that maybe you meant more to konig than you thought.
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sometimes, you would fantasize with konig about what life would be like if you two ran away.
"what would you do if you weren't an executioner?" you asked him after a rather soft session. he was spooning you and gently rubbing your hips with his thumb. your head rested on his firm bicep.
he thought for a moment. "probably be a knight, or mercenary for hire. i am not fit for normal jobs."
you giggled softly. "yeah, I can see that."
"what about you?" he asked. "what would you want to be if you weren't a princess?"
your whole world stopped, and your eyes went wide. no one had ever asked you that. you were the one living the life that all the little girls in your kingdom dreamed of. what you were every day of your life, is most women's highest fantasies. why would anyone ever ask you if you would want to be anything other than a princess? what else would you possibly want to be? you paused for a while as you thought and chewed your cheek.
"i...i don't know, konig," you admitted quietly. "maybe...just living in a little cottage by the countryside. just enjoying each day, doing what I want. maybe be a village herbalist, have some cows and chickens."
konig gently squeezed your hip. "that sounds very peaceful, Engel."
you went silent, but the warm tears that fell on konig's bicep spoke more than your words ever could. he hugged you tighter and closer to him.
"if you want me to take you away from here, i will. you have my word, Engel."
you sniffled. "you can't do that konig. you have a job here, you can't just mess up your life for me."
"my life was messed up the moment i first looked at you," he said sincerely. rough around the edges, but you knew he meant well. "there's no going back. I don't want to go back. if you want to go, we go."
your head spun. "but how will we pay for everything?"
"do not worry, Engel," he said as he stroked your hair. "i have money saved, and i'm sure you could sneak some of your own on the way out. all will be well."
you held onto his bicep as you cried, and he soothed you as best as he could. you finally managed to stop crying, and now lay tired and limp against him.
"just say when, Engel," he whispered into your hair. "just say when, and we will go."
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“Are you going to repaint these?” Obi-Wan asked. Cody hummed in question, turning to see what he was talking about.
Obi-Wan was tracing his finger along the orange lines on Cody´s chest piece, sat on the ground where he´d left it earlier that night. In the other hand he held the pauldron attached to it, drawing circles with his thumb over the chipped paint. Cody couldn´t see his face, but he sounded remorseful.
“No,” Cody said. “I don´t think so. I like that it´s a physical representation of everything. Of the damage done.” He paused. “Everything that left its mark.” Cody pulled back his blanket, rising to join Obi-Wan where he was crouching on the floor. He lowered down behind him, pressing a kiss to his exposed nape before bringing his finger to the same spot, tracing the protruding vertebra his lips had just discovered. Cody smiled. Even after all this time, each time they spent together, there was something new. He kissed it again, making Obi-Wan chuckle.
Cody sat down beside him, picking up an elbow guard. There wasn´t as much damage on it, but it has obviously seen its fair share of battles, too. “It´s not that I want to remember these things, but I don´t want to ignore them either. A few of us regularly repaint their armor. They would never admit it, maybe they aren´t even aware, but to me it´s a form of denial.” Obi-Wan hummed in thought.
“I understand,” he said. He was still touching it, carefully as though afraid to damage it further. “It´s just sad that one day this will be gone. The sun that guided me through so many battles.”
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Joel miller x f!reader, angst, reader jealous of Joel's time being taken up by another woman. Reader and Joel have known each other since before the cordyceps so.... Hidden feelings? Eg reader is basically in love w Joel and then gets angry that he is getting all his time taken away. She ignores him for months until he finally talks to her. Big argument blah blah but then at the end fluff again 💞
Puuuhhh, nonny that was a rollercoaster to write but boy, was it fun ;) Thanks for the ask. I hope you like it.
Wordcount: 4.009
Warnings: Heavy angst, loss, jealousy, arguments, panic attack, crying Joel, don´t worry, there is fluff at the end.
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5 years after the breakout
Panting, you clutched your rifle to your chest, eyes nervously jumping from left to right. Damn those newly infected. Ugly, little motherfuckers really had no better idea than to jump you out of nowhere. Joel and you had been taken up residency at the Boston QZ. How exactly you had ended up there, you couldn´t remember. The world was in chaos. The shock of how quickly everything had changed still embedded in everybody’s bones. None more so than Joel.
After what happened to Sarah, he became cold, bitter. You understood of course and mourned the sweet young girl still. What you also mourned were the evenings filled with cheesy movies, bad microwave popcorn and laughter until yours and Joels stomachs hurt. Joel used to be your favourite neighbour. Always at the ready to help you out with a leaking sink or a loose floorboard. He was an angel in disguise and you had let him know so multiple times. He always just shook his head, grinning. So, when telling him didn´t do the trick you opted on making him and Sarah dinner a few times a week. It started with a simple casserole you brought over after witnessing Joels poor cooking skills just the day before, when he ran into his back yard with a smoking pan. It all became so natural after a few weeks. And so became the feelings you developed for the handsome, brown eyed man.
And then, one evening, you bolted out your front door towards Joels house in a panic. Where was his truck? Was Sarah still inside? When you called her name frantically, you saw her sprinting out of the Adlers house. Just when you caught up to her, wrapping the shaking girl into your arms, the headlights of Joels truck blinded you. “Get in the Truck!!” he shouted panicked. “Get in, now!”
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Shaking your head angrily, you walked onwards towards the small hole in the wall, well knowing that it would lead you back into the QZ. Five years. It had been five years and you still couldn´t wrap your head around what had happened to the both of you. Joel kept you close, kept his eyes on you at all times for the first couple of months. He had night terrors and sometimes even violent outbreaks. None ever directed at you but now, you knew what he was capable of. He told you he saw you as his last connection to sanity and he would keep you safe for as long as he was able to. You think it would be something to swoon over. But the look in his eyes when he said it was so haunting, empty and guilt ridden, it made you feel sick. Leaving him was not an option. He saved your life so many times over, the debt you owed him could never be repaid. So you stayed. You stayed and watched him become more hollow every day. More violent but also more brilliant in surviving. Hard but occasionally still caring. Like this morning, when you left your shared apartment and he made sure you had more rounds on you than he did. Or when he would pass the sofa and tuck the blanket more securely around your body before making his way heavily over to his own bed.
Still, you never would have thought you would end up a smuggler. Well, smuggler of sorts. Gathering information and selling said information wasn´t as lucrative as one might think, but you got by. Leaving the QZ to make sure your information were solid was your least favourite part of the whole thing tough. You were brilliant at negotiations, which Joel was not. He was the enforcer of what you promised…or threatened. Still, letting you walk back to the QZ all on your own because he just had to meet this smuggler he met, before nightfall made your blood boil. Yes, you weren´t a complete idiot and you could stand your own but just rushing away like that…It was dark now. You stood in front of your building and took a deep breath. You could see that Joel was home.
Slowly you made your way upstairs. You were not looking forward to the conversation ahead. When you opened the door and looked ahead, your mood instantly dropped into the minus zero area. Sitting on the table was Joel, scowling in your direction and next to him sat Tess. Her hand on Joels forearm you felt your blood boil within the fraction of a second. It´s the literal apocalypse and you were jealous and angry at a woman you barely knew. Why? Because she was casually touching the man you still had feelings for. Because he left you on your own to go meet her. You just about had it. And so apparently, did Joel. He stood slowly, looking at you with pinched eyebrows, breathing heavy. You steeled yourself. “Where the fuck have you been?” it was almost a whisper of pure fury. Your stomach knotted when you heard the question. His deep voice and accent rumbling through you and you didn´t know if you liked it or not. You let your bag drop to the floor, never breaking eye contact. “Where you left me” you said coldly. Joel froze. “You knew this was a possibility when we left this morning. I told you our time out there was limited, that I had to get back!” His voice rose with every word and by the time he stood only inches from you, his voice was booming. You didn´t move, looking up at him. Trying so hard to see the man you knew. And you knew he was still there. Joel was hardened, not cold.
“Doesn´t mean you can leave me outside the QZ, in an area we both don´t know yet if it´s crawling with infected or not. And for what?! I shoot my way back while you are in here, making some more fucking plans without me knowing about them and holding hands?! Are you absolutely shitting me, Joel?!?!?!” Needless to say your voice was just as loud as his at this point. All your frustration and yes, fear also bubbling up your throat, making it tight. “If your little smuggling weapons and drugs business gets you what you want, fine. But it´s very easy to see that you don´t intend on making me a part of it.” You tried to move around him but his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. “The fuck do you mean? Shoot your way back? Where you attacked?!” His eyes went wide when he quickly checked you out. You yanked your wrist from his grip. “Why the hell do you care now?! You didn´t think for one second about that when you sprinted off.” A frustrated groan came from his throat as he pushed both hands down his face.
“I-I think I should probably go” you heard Tess say lowly. Your back turned to them both you only heard some more mumbling from them and then the door shutting. “Are you hurt?” you heard him say. Not turning around you shook your head. Again you heard a long breath escape his nose and you knew he was standing only a few feet behind you. “You are right,” he said next. Ice seemed to fill your insides as you waited for the blow. “I don´t want you around our plans!”
5 years earlier you would have probably shown more of a reaction to something like this. A break up of sorts. You and Joel were not anything more than….friends? Partners? Well, whatever it was, there it goes. Out the window and your body hardened. Schooling your features you turned and looked him in the face. His head was slightly bowed and his shoulders hung. “Look at me” you said. He did and looked like he was trying to stay cold and distant. The lack of emotion on your face or in your voice seemed to piss him off though. “You know, there´s better ways to get rid of me than leaving me alone in an infected area.” That set him off. “Are you kidding me, ___?! You think I want you fucking attacked!? Butchered?!” He stared at you furiously. “Did you think for only one second that maybe, the plans Tess and I have are basically suicide?”
“Then why the FUCK would you-“ you started with a raised voice when he interrupted you. “Because  it needs to be done! Don´t you get that? In order to survive, barely so, we need to do things we never thought we had to. And you…You can´t be near that, do you understand?” You looked at him incredulously. “So you just decided that. You. Decided. That. And then left me out there.” He held up his hands in defeat. “That was wrong and I apologize. I shouldn´t have…You could´ve…” his demeanour changed again. Running his fingers through his hair in frustration he sat down on the sofa and kept his head in his hands. You didn´t know what to feel. Fury, disappointment, fear, abandonment and sadness to name only a few. Silently you walked around the apartment gathering some of your clothes all the while wishing nothing more than for Joel to snap out of it and tell you he wanted you with him. But he didn´t. He sat in silence, twitching from time to time and just looking like he was barely hanging on. When you had your essentials together, you looked at him one more time. “I´ll be at your brothers.” He nodded so you knew he heard you. “Joel?” you asked, your voice finally vibrating with sadness and a little pleading. “You know I would have sticked to your side, right? I experienced these past five years as well, I am not naïve. At least I had you.” By the time the door closed behind you and you only took a couple of steps, did the tears roll down your face. The same moment you heard glass shattering in the apartment you just left.
6 weeks later
“Tommy, I swear to god, one more word about the fireflies and I will fucking end you” you groaned when you plopped down on the chair, leaning heavily onto the table. Tommy smirked and nodded his head. “Alright, alright. Don´t bite my head off. I used to enjoy this side of you when it was directed at Joel.” He understood his mistake immediately. “Sorry”, he murmured setting down the canned Ravioli in front of you. Your stomach twisted painfully at the mention of Joels name. Almost every night tears would stain your cheeks, your dreams were haunted by an injured Joel or worse. Tommy had listened to the parts of the story you wanted to tell, thankfully staying neutral, not saying much. He provided you with a roof over your head and some rations until you figured out what to do or where to go. You felt lost, like you finally started to find a purpose in this cursed world, beside someone you cared about, loved even and then, it was ripped away from you. He didn´t want you with him. It´s what he said. That truth was harder to swallow than anything you ever experienced. He decided that you couldn´t make it beside him anymore. He decided you were too fragile for this world. Why was he risking his life? For what? A couple more food rations? Ammunition for guns that were more necessary than ever.
Poking your ravioli and musing about your situation, you jumped several inches in the air when three loud bangs rattled the rusty door. “Tommy!” Your heart nearly gave out when you heard Joels muffled voice from behind the door. It sounded strangely strained. Tommy immediately jumped to his feet, as did you. When he unlocked the door and pulled it open, Joel stumbled inside, clutching his left shoulder. Panic flooded your system when you saw the blood pouring from between his fingers.  
“Joel, what the fuck happened?” Tommy put his arm around his waist and guided him towards the couch. “Get tweezers or something” Joel grit out through his teeth. “It´s still lodged in there.” You were already hurrying over to them with the make shift first aid kit. Only now, Joel seemed to realise where exactly he stumbled in. With a white face he stared at you like he had never seen you before. “___”, he whispered. You barely held back your panicked expression or the lump in your throat when you began to rummage through the first aid kit for the tweezers. When you found them you knelt in front of him and looked him square in the face. You really hoped your expression was blank, void of any emotion. But you knew better. For six weeks you pined over a man that didn´t want you. You cried yourself to sleep, worried yourself sick. Of course there was no way your face said nothing. Especially when seeing him hurt. “Take your shirt off” you simply said. Joel hissed when he awkwardly and with Tommys help removed his checked shirt first, then his T-shirt. It wasn´t the first time you saw his torso but like all the other times your heart began to race and you were once again remined of your immense attraction to him. Worst moment possible. When you disinfected the tweezers and took a first look at his wound, Joel didn´t seem to be able to look away from you. “___, I´m sorry” he whispered almost inaudibly. “Don´t” you said quickly, trying not to cry. “Not now…later.” He nodded and tried to stay still as you got to work.
Half an hour later the bullet was out and Joel patched up. He still sat on the sofa when you packed everything up and went to wash your hands. Tommy left to get some more supplies when he saw that you needed all the gauze he had. Standing over the sink you started to scrub at your hands. When they started to shake you knew the inevitable was coming. This hadn´t happened for quite a while. The attacks started after your first encounter with an infected. The first time you had to shoot to kill. You could feel the sweat gathering on your temple, you heart thumping uncontrollably. Why was it to cold in here? Silent tears fell onto your hands when you tried to scrub them harder, more manically. You didn´t hear Joel get up or moving closer to you. So when he said your name in a worried tone only a few steps behind you, you spun around with a yelp. Stumbling backwards a sob wrecked your whole body. “Woa woa woa,___!” Joel hurried over to you. His big hand grasping your shoulder he bent his head to look into your eyes. His expression was one of pure regret and self-loathing. Being within his vicinity again your sobs came out more violently. Joel just surged forward and hugged you to his chest as hard as he could and dared. Pressing his lips to the top of your head he whispered apology after apology to you while you let out all your pent up sadness, anger and confusion. After a couple of moments your anger took over and you started to push him away. Wiping at your face angrily you stared him down. He was standing up as best he could, no doubt bracing himself. “What the shit happened to you, Joel? Why are you here of all places?!”
“It was the only place I could think of” he said quietly. “Not your own? Or Tess´?” you snarked. He hung his head and shook it. “Tess doesn´t know. We weren´t together.” “Oh! Perfect! First, she get´s you into this shit business and then she doesn´t even make sure you´re not hurt?! Are you shitting me?” You grumbled that last part more to yourself than him. “She´s not supposed to look after me. I asked for a batterie and she told me how to get it. That´s all. I´m…I´m the one continuing what she taught me.” “Why?” you asked him in a whispered, pleading tone. “Why would you risk your life like this?”
“___”, he said a bit louder. “You see what happened to people once everything fell apart. There´s people out there doing worse things than what an infected would do. Doing what I´m doing makes sure I know what´s going on. Gives us supplies.” That did it. “Us?” you said calmly. “ Well, I´m very glad you and Tess have enough supplies while your brother-“
“I´m not talking about Tess an´ me , god damn it!” He huffed out an annoyed breath and started pacing. “Why are you so hung up on her? She didn´t do anything to you.”
“She puts you in danger, Joel. She makes you reckless and by introducing you to that world she took you from me!” Your hand slapped itself across your mouth the moment you said it. Joel stared at you, unblinking. “Take me from you? ___, you were the one who left! I´m sorry I went and met up with Tess. I´m sorry! When you didn´t come home by the time I thought you would I was losing my mind! Tess stayed and made sure I wasn´t going crazy. That is it!”
He looked at you pleadingly, like he was trying to force the truth of his words right into your brain. And it worked. You calmed down somewhat and suddenly felt bad. “You…” you started and swallowed hard. “You said you didn´t want me around anymore.” He came closer again and you let him. Tentatively he reached his uninjured arm out to you and held your face. “You misunderstood me, sweetheart” he said lowly. His face changed into a raw and open expression. One you hadn´t seen since before the breakout. Tears gathered in your eyes again. There he was. Your Joel. Saying what you had wished for to be the truth.
“I said, I didn´t want you anywhere near our plans because they are dangerous. I don´t worry about Tess out there,___. She´s been doing this for a very long time.” He came even closer until he stood only a breath away from you. You closed your eyes and waited. His forehead made contact with yours when he spoke again. “What I am worried about is your wellbeing, your safety, your happiness.” A quiet tear made it´s way down your cheek and he immediately wiped it away. “I wouldn´t be able to look out for you. And quite frankly, that scares the fuck out of me.” You nodded your head gently and grasped his shirt with both hands. “The last six weeks…” he heaved a sigh. “I wasn´t myself. One job after another got my mind occupied at least somewhat. But at night-“ at that his voice broke and you just grasped his shirt even harder. “I need you to understand that I didn´t want you to leave. Or think I didn´t want you around me. That´s not the case…never the case.”
“Then why didn´t you explain it to me? Why´d you let me leave?” you asked pleadingly.  He shook his head and with a hushed voice he said, his lips whispering against your forehead “I don´t know, honey. I don´t know, I´m so so sorry. Maybe I saw it as an opportunity to keep you away from all this. I thought….at least she´s safe.” You needed him closer. With still wet cheeks you closed the distance and wound your arms around his neck and burying your face in his neck. His good arm around your waist he pulled you into him as much as he could. “I´m so sorry” you whimpered. “I´m sorry I left. I´m sorry you always have to look out for me”.
“No, no no no no, sweetheart. Don´t do that. I know you can take care of yourself. It´s my own ambition to keep you safe. Keep you with me. I can´t lose you too, I can´t.” You strengthened the grip around his neck for a moment before you leaned back at bit to look at him. “Don´t send me away and I´ll be right next to you for as long as I live, Joel.” You tried to smile at him but it was a grimace at best. His eyes went wide and you could see a definite wetness in them. “You remember before it all happened?” he asked. You nodded. “Of course”, you whispered.
He was still holding you to him, his forehead returning to yours. “Let´s pretend for a moment”, he whispered. “Let me pretend it´s 2003. We´re having a Barbeque in my back garden. You are wearing that perfect blue dress, preparing veggies for…for Sarah.” You saw the wetness in his eyes spill over. He was crying. “We eat, we laugh, we drink and when it´s late and Sarah is in bed…” he choked on his voice. “Let me pretend I finally have the guts to ask you out on a real date. Let me pretend you´d say yes.” Your heart almost gave out. “Yes.” You immediately whispered. “Joel, yes. Any day. Apocalypse or not, I say yes.” Through his tears he exhaled sharply, smiling. “Joel, I´ve been infatuated with you since the beginning. I´ve been staying with you because I´m in love with you.” His head snapped up quickly. Staring at you as if you had grown another head and you found the strength to chuckle. Your hands went to his face, framing it. “Sorry for being so forward” you said sweetly. “But I thought it´s now or never. No misunderstandings anymore. I can´t handle another.” He nodded, still staring at you. “You don´t have to say any-Hmmmpf”.
His lips were on yours the next moment. Your mind blank you rested your hands at the back of his neck and pulled him further into you. His hand at the side of your waist balled up into a fist then relaxed again. Moving his mouth over yours gently but with purpose he let out a little groan. Your head seemed to be filled with air and the blood in your ears was rushing. You had no idea how long you stood there, just giving each other long, open mouthed kisses, touching each other gently. When you finally separated  you looked into Joels eyes. They were dry now and shone happily and with so much affection, your throat went dry.
“I´m in love with you,___” Joel said with a gravelly voice, smiling timidly at you. You couldn´t help the grin that split your face. “For five years I wondered what kind of relationship we had. I knew I couldn´t leave you”, he said. “But year after year, relationship worries seemed to become so unimportant and I lost sight of how I felt before everything went to shit. I´m sorry.” You shook your head. “Don´t apologise. I know what you mean.” He smiled. “Nevertheless, I fell for you hard, from casserole number one. Over the years, seeing you adjust to every situation we were in…sticking with me…I really should have more faith in you.” You looked at him softly and kissed him again. “Joel, it´s okey. I understand what you mean. I…I also can´t bear the thought of you being in danger. So, please. Let me stay with you.” This time his hand went to your cheek when he pulled you in and kissed you hard. Almost desperately he held onto you, carefully licking your lower lip. Your heart jumped into your throat as you opened up to him. Gliding his tongue across yours gently he let out a satisfied hum. He pulled back. “Never lettin´ you go again. I swear” he breathed against your lips.
Smiling, you looked him deep in the eyes. “I love you, Joel” you said. The corner of his eyes crinkled in the way you loved so much. “I love you” he repeated. “I´ll protect you. So stay with me.”
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The Nurse (Part Five) || Rick Grimes (TWD)
Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.
TWS: Blood, gore, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, angst, angsty!Rick, hallucinations, and all things typical of TWD.
[[A/N: Much happier vibes this time around, but I figured a story like this one should be a little bittersweet. This one has got the good stuff. (Farmer Rick, patching up his wounds, TENSION, etc.) Also sorry if you're good at juggling, this is no longer realistic for you lol. Thank you for reading. ]]
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"Alright," you hummed, bandaging up the hand, "-just try and keep the bandage clean, we're really only worried about infection."
Glenn nodded, simply just listening to you, "Right."
"Oh," you remembered, grabbing up just two bandages and antiseptic, "-and here's some replacements, just in case you get into something that can't wait."
"Got it," Glenn spoke, standing and kind of roaming towards the door, "-and how often should I check in with you?"
"Once a week," you answered, "-just to make sure the inflammation has gone down."
With confirmation and a smile that only Glenn could produce on prison grounds, your space was empty. You'd had a makeshift area down in one of the front offices of the prison because, well, the medbay was currently... off limits, so to speak. Your most important supplies, though, stayed on your person -certain medicine types and a few medical instruments in a fanny pack often hanging over your shoulder (unless you needed your hands).
You sighed, wiping your hands off with a spare rag, pushing your fingers into your temples for a bit of headache relief. It wasn't hurting in that moment, but you could feel the pressure building, keeping an eye on yourself was hard enough as is.
It was really not the time.
Muttering, you rifled through a few of your drawers -trying to keep track of the supplies was key to this working out in the long run. So, you were running through what you'd given out and what you still had. Eager to make lists for runners later on in the week.
Hershel still helped sometimes, so you couldn't always get the amount used down to a science, but you could get close enough. It worked.
"Hello?" a voice spoke, the drawl ever so familiar to you, "-Anybody in here?"
You, who were currently ducked behind a cabinet rifling through supplies, didn't even think about the fact you weren't visible, calling out, "Just a minute!"
"Alright," Rick hummed in response, seeming to trail off in his speech -looking at something else you assumed.
"Okay," you scribbled down some more numbers, before coming to eye level with Rick -focused and a touch playful, "-So, what can I do for you today, Mr. Grimes?"
Rick smiled, light and airy, "Mr. Grimes, huh? 'Been a long time since I heard that one."
You looked at him, donned in a plaid shirt and sweat dripping down his face -hands dusted in dirt, and pants even worse. But still, his blue eyes twinkled. Ever since he'd started to work on the farm, you'd seen that haze clear. He seemed to find it calming, easier to manage. You were happy for him.
"Too professional for you?" You hummed, trailing your fingers along some of the bandages -keeping count in your head.
Rick smiled before muttering off -tone soft and reminiscent, "Just feels like a different time."
The lull in conversation brought you back to the issue at hand, Rick was one to work as long as he could. Doing only a few checkups throughout the day, he'd found himself busy often. Or you guessed, you found him busy often; that was very much on purpose, though.
"Alright, enough of that, what do you need from me?" You questioned, fully focused on him now; the man had a tendency to under sell his injuries, so you'd need to see it.
"Hershel told me to come see you," he spoke, drawl slow and sure, "-I fell on one of the runs recently. Got a scratch on my chest. He patched it up a little, but-"
"He wanted me to take a look?"
"Yeah," Rick confirmed as you motioned to a chair -dousing your hands with some antibacterial.
He was sitting on a stool, one someone probably found in an old bar, the leather was worn, and the metal squeaked loud any time you so much as breathed. It would work.
You took your place beside him, pulling out some extra bandages, "Which side? And what exactly did Hershel do?"
"My right," he answered, and you moved to that side, "-and just cleaned it and bandaged it up tight."
"Okay," you noted, grabbing a few extra things (most likely looking like a chicken with your head cut off) before spinning around. Where he was sitting as still as a statue, "-Rick? You okay?"
He blinked, eyes cleared of the daze he'd apparent found himself in, "Oh, yeah, sorry. It's just... nice."
"Nice?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows together, and pulling up your own stool close to him.
"You," he paused, before stuttering through the rest -hand going to rub at the back of his neck, "-bein' in your element, I mean."
"Oh," you responded, softly -ignoring the soft blush rising to your ears, "-well, thank you."
He smiled at you, and the silent buzz was nice, warm even. You really couldn't dwell on it, though, not sitting this close to him.
"Alright, cowboy," you spoke, "-let's see."
Rolling his eyes at 'cowboy', you assumed anyway, his hands made quick work of the edge of the shirt, pulling it up in a swift movement. Just an edge.
You held your breath, watching as unblemished skin matched your eyes, and suddenly, you realized that it was much higher than you'd anticipated. So, that wasn't going to work.
"Rick, I'm not pressuring you into anything, but-" you spoke, kind and soft, this was a personal boundary, you'd treat it as such, "-I think the shirt's going to have to come off."
There was a moment there, where he just stared at you in silence -eyes focused and intent- and you were truly worried you'd just crossed a boundary.
"If you're not comfortable with that-"
"No, no," he shook the motion off, clearing his throat to himself -to clear the air maybe, "-it's alright. Just been a while."
You laughed, tilting your head a bit in curiousity, "Since what, exactly? Since you took your shirt off? Rick, you did that yesterday-"
"Oh?" he hummed, a smirk peeking at his lips, "-Didn't know I had an audience."
"Ha, ha-" you rolled your eyes, ignoring the buzz of warmth that hit your cheeks -he could not see that, "-you're just stalling."
Rick raised his hands in defeat, smiling at you in a way that you wish you could keep for yourself for later. His smiles had always been so bright, you supposed that was why you could notice when it was absent for a while.
Digging through your bag, you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, the fluid motion quick -so quick you'd hardly noticed it, really. He'd done it enough, you assumed.
Not the time, you chastised yourself, not letting your mind linger on that fact. Not now, you were professional.
"Okay," you pulled out some of the materials you may need, "Let's see what you've-"
Your eyes flew up to see his chest, which was bandaged, wrapped tightly around his sternum. They had gone over his right shoulder and under his left arm, the blood stain just a bit under his collar bone and down from there. It didn't seem too long, based solely on the pattern.
You were completely focused now, eyes drawn across the bandage and fingers dancing along the stain, "Did Hershel tell you how deep it was?"
"No," Rick answered, and it took you a bit out of you to hear him so close -drawl low and gravely, "-we didn't have much time. Needed to stop the blood, I'd guess."
Fingertips fluttering over the torn edges of the bandages, you could feel the heat of his skin a breath away. You pursed your lips, these bandages were quite worn, "And when was this?"
"About a week ago," Rick answered.
"Rick..."
"I know, I hear you," he started, explaining himself, "-it was the last run, ran over a bit. Had to camp out, remember?"
You hummed in confirmation -relaxing in the slightest, before continuing, "Did you have somebody check it then?"
"Couldn't chance it," he explained, tone soft and earnest, "-any fresh blood woulda been dangerous."
"Okay," you exhaled, "-okay. I understand, Rick, you shouldn't have to explain yourself to me."
Rick interrupted tone solid and unwavering, "I want to. You should- No, I want you to know."
"Okay," you whispered, softly, a bit speechless at the admitance, "-thank you."
There was a fizzling there, as you sat a breath away from him -fingers laid gently on his chest and barely a bandage between your fingertips and his skin. You could even feel the heat there, gentle gusts against your fingertips.
You took the biggest breath you could take without startling the man, deep and focused. Not the time to let your mind wonder.
"Okay, I just need-" you pulled back, the fizzle dissipating and began searching for one of your sharp edges... particularly one you could wipe down ahead of time, "-here it is."
Within seconds, you'd doused the instrument in whatever you could nearby, wiping it solidly with a cloth that has been safely sealed ahead of time.
"You're fast," Rick spoke up, eyes apparently watching you as your roamed around the room -gathering a few extra things in case of worst case scenario.
"You'll get used to it," you smiled, chuckling and making your way back to the chair -where he sat, his own little smile on his face, "-Alright, so, first order of business, Rick."
He blinked, and sat up a bit straighter in your gaze.
"If anything hurts, you tell me," you asserted, eyes connected to his directly, "-this will go as comfortably as it can."
"'Course," he answered, serious and eyes unwavering, before cracking a smile, "-plus, can't disobey doctor's orders, can I?"
You snorted, scooting in closer and trying to find a comfortable place to start, "Whatever you say, Grimes."
He laughed, small but still felt nice against your ears and on instinct, you smiled brightly. He was contagious. To you, anyway.
With a steady hand on the tool and the other gently holding his shoulder, you gently pressed it along the bandage. The threads unweaving themselves with the movement, almost like a seam breaking, it seemed quite fluid.
Gently peeling back the bandages, which were solidly tightened around his skin, your fingers drifted across the newly exposed skin. Even for just a second and your heart would jump out of your chest. You held the hitch in your breath without thought -you really needed to be focused right now.
And there it was.
The cut wasn't too much to look at. It was thin -the edges were a bit dirty from the worn bandage you assumed. No telltale symptoms of infection, you let out a hum of relief.
"Good," you spoke, mostly to yourself, leaning back from his space -sorting through your supplies.
Rick spoke, questioning, "Everything alright?"
"All good," you answered, hands preoccupied, "-just needs a bit of cleaning up. You're lucky, though. It's healing on its own."
"Lucky?" he hummed, watching you move across the space -eyes trailing behind you.
"Would've needed stitches, otherwise," you answered, dousing the cloth in your hands, "-although, I'm sure a scar would fit you well, cowboy."
Rick chuckled, motioning towards his other shoulder, "Already got one."
You paused, looking towards the shoulder; there it was. The wound you knew him from. It reminded you of so long ago, your coworkers, your friends, your boss-
"Right," you hummed, settling down back into your chair, "-I remember."
He shook his head, a little in disbelief, "Right, you were there."
"I was," with a distant hum, you pushed forward -warning before you started, "This might sting a bit. Feel free to keep talking if it helps. I'm told I'm a good listener."
"Oh, really?" his tone quirked in interest, and you could feel the familiar playfulness seep into his tone.
"What? You don't think so?" you questioned, gently dabbing at the cut -soft and gentle.
"No," he began, voice smooth and gravelly, "-just wonderin' what you aren't good at."
"Well, I could tell you that, cowboy," you smirked -the peek of a smile on your lips, "-if that's what you want."
He chuckled, slightly wincing as you cleaned the skin around the cut, "I'm all ears."
"Hmm, let's see," you hummed, pulling back and unraveling some bandages, "-I've never been good at juggling."
Rick laughed, his body leaning forward, his shoulder bumping into yours. There was a buzz there, between your skin and his - and your nose filled with the familiar smell of just... musk, strong wood tones, and a bit of dirt.
You blinked, bringing yourself back down from your head, where Rick was looking at you with a smile -the crinkling by his eyes sending warmth through your skin, "What?"
"Juggling?" He questioned, "That's all you got?"
"No," you laughed, pulling out the bandage and holding your hand in the beginning place of the wrap, "-you didn't let me finish."
"Go right ahead," he spoke, his tone lilting to a tease -you knew it well.
"Don't try me, Grimes," you tsked, before rearranging your hands, to hold the bandage in place, "-here, hold this."
Unflinchingly, he moved his hand where yours was -his fingertips (calloused) brushing against yours with a spark. You try to school your facial expression, cursing at the rising pink on your cheeks. Just because he was pretty and the low drawl of his voice was insanely attractive-
"Okay," you threaded the bandage around his shoulder, leveling to his eyes but not looking there -preoccupied with the placement, "-now. Something I'm not good at... You know, I used to think I wasn't good with kids."
"Really?" Rick asked, disbelieving, and you could feel his breath on your face -puffs of breath across the bridge of your nose.
"Yeah," you answered, humming as your hands completed the motion, "-why? You don't believe it?"
"I don't," He answered, simply and honestly, "-just... You with Judith and Carl... I'm surprised you ever thought you were bad at it."
"Well," you hummed, feeling oddly flattered, "-thank you."
"No, actually-" he began, tone a bit unresolved, "-I never... I never thanked you for taking care 'em. When I was..."
"Rick..." you interrupted, looking into his eyes -attentive and gentle, "-you don't have to."
"No, no, I do," his voice was thick with earnestness, "-I wasn't. I couldn't even think straight... And you- And everybody took care of 'em for me. You deserve a thanks."
You faltered, blue eyes so open and honest -it was so familiar, the same stare burned in your head so long ago. The one you couldn't shake as you watched over him when the world was falling apart, still stuck to your brain as you ran through the woods scared of every step you heard.
It would never leave, not now.
There was a cut along his cheekbone, thin, maybe from a tree branch snapping in his face. Your hand almost naturally went to it, to trace it with your fingertips. You held it back, fingers tightening on the bandage slightly.
"Rick," you hummed, holding your hand where it was -despite your instincts being elsewhere, "-it's really nothing. I'd do anything for them. For you, even. You needed your time, I'm not- You're a great father, you just couldn't be one then. So I helped, really."
He stared at you, eyes bright and warm -he looked like he was just analyzing you. Eyes skimming across your face in rapid succession, like he was trying to understand you, dissect you.
"Okay," he sighed, a hand laying on top of yours -soft, gentle, it sent a shiver down your spine, "-okay."
You exhaled, shaky and your head filled with a fuzz of intimacy, affection, that you hadn't felt in so... long. You felt safe, here with him. Seen amidst the darkest things you'd ever laid eyed on was Rick, and his open vulnerability that you could never shake.
Slow breathing, you had a thought. Just one thought and your eyes almost dipped to his lips. It felt so natural then, just lean a bit forward and-
Clearing your throat, you shook your head before scooting back just a touch -you couldn't think, not with him so close. The buzz under your skin was so strong, and you sat a breath away, it was easy to fall into it.
"Let's uh-" you stammered slightly, "Let's get you patched up, okay?"
Rick swallowed (you watched his Adam's apple bob for a second before dragging your eyes away), eyes darted to yours for a split second, and he nodded.
Without much more thought, you tightened the bandage around his chest -enough to allow it to heal without exposure. As the bandage ran thin, you carefully lifted his hand, which was heavily calloused from the days work against your own, and sorted out the ends.
Just like you'd done it often, rhythmically.
"Keep an eye on that," you spoke, pulling back and sorting through your supplies, "-if anything, and I mean anything feels wrong, come to me."
Rick hummed, eyes hazily focused on you -it kind of made you giddy, "'Course."
"You sure you listening?" You asked, smirking to yourself, "Everything alright?"
"Just... you too," he spoke, tone cautious and honest.
"What?" You tilted your head, turning around to view him in your curious.
"The headache," he hummed, not standing up yet -as he slipped on his flannel, hands working on the buttons.
"How-" you began, pursing your lips, "How did you-"
"Saw ya on the way in, with the temples," he added, fingers working their way up the shirt, nimble and practiced, "-high time you took a break, you know."
"I have," you spoke, stuttering a bit, "-I am."
Rick smirked, bright and boisterous, "Is that when you're lookin' at me shirtless?"
"Yeah, yeah," you hushed him, waving him off with a passive smile and a blush buzzing up your cheeks, "-get your laughs out now, cowboy."
He laughed, trailing towards the door but not stepping out of it -feet stayed solidly in your space, like he didn't really want to leave. It made you bite back a smile.
"But, seriously-" Rick continued, smile fading slightly and eyes leveling to yours as he put his hand on your shoulder, and leaned forward to brush his lips across your forehead -his words exhaling along your skin.
"There's people who care about you, ya know?"
"Okay," you whispered, placing your hand over his on your shoulder, "-okay."
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