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Shin Yuna X Shin Ryujin X Male Reader

You are sure that you have seen her before. She looks younger than you. Maybe 20? You don't know, but she is absolutely gorgeous. Her dark her flows down her right shoulder. The young girl looks just as beautiful as Chaewon and you are sure, she must be an idol as well.

If you would have seen her before in person, you would have hired her yourself.

The silver necklace on her skin sparkles a little in the bright light of the changing room.

"You look really cute, Yuna."

"Thanks, unnie."

The young girl gives the woman in your lap a cute smile. Yuna's appearance makes you realize that you are still half naked and that you are still inside of Chaewon.

"Get off me, Chae."

She shakes her head cutely.

"Don't want your cum to spill out."

Her words make Yuna blush and you are getting a little embarrassed as well, realizing that Yuna must have watched the two of you. You don't know for how long though.

"I-I'm sorry for interrupting, then. I will leave."

Yuna bows politely, trying to not look at the connection between you and Chaewon.

"Wait."

The older girl sighs.

"We are not going to see each other soon. Right?"

She turns her head to look at you.

"No. I've got stuff to do."

You see her pout, before coming to a decision.

"Yuna, you have to entertain him, until I'm done with the shoot."

You raise your eyebrow in question and Yuna looks stunned too.

"W-What?"

"If I can't see him again soon, I need him to fuck me again, before he leaves. Just make sure he doesn't leave."

And with that crazy request, Chaewon hops off your lap.

You are somewhat disappointed to leave the warmth of her pussy, but Yuna's look makes more than up for it. She stares at your cock, unable to close her mouth.

"I think I know, how you can keep him here."

Chaewon makes Yuna fall out of her trance.

"Hmm?"

Her cheeks redden, as she realizes she just got caught staring.

"Make sure he doesn't leave."

The older girl is already completely dressed. You almost have to chuckle. She is able to put her clothes back on just as fast as she can get them off.

"Do what ever it takes."

She whispers in Yuna's ear, before she leaves the room and closes the door.

Suddenly, the air in the room is incredibly awkward. The two of you don't know each other. And she still doesn't know your name. But you are sitting in front of her, naked. While she tries her best to keep her eyes off a particular part of your body.

"Let me put my clothes back on."

You see a small glimpse of regret flash across Yuna's dark orbs.

The situation is embarrassing enough and you hope that she doesn't notice, that you are slowly getting hard by the sight of her. Yuna really is model material.

Her long legs are partially covered by white socks, which match her shoes. The skirt and the top are a set, together with the small jacket. All in light colours with stripes on them.

After getting your pants back on, you check the time, before standing up. The little detour with Chaewon already cost you enough time.

"I have to go now."

Yuna's eyes grow wide.

"N-No. Chaewon said, you should stay."

You chuckle at her.

"She wasn't being serious."

"I-I think she was."

Yuna can't seem to stop stumbling over her words. As if she just saw something utterly shocking. And following her gaze, you realize, it's still lingering on your crotch.

"Eyes up here."

You tease her as you point towards your face. Yuna blushes madly, her face turning red.

"I-I'm sorry."

The smile on your face can't be hidden as you walk towards her.

"May I?"

Yuna slowly nods, before closing her eyes. You are surprised as she starts to lean in.

"I meant the door."

You can almost hear her heart break in embarrassment.

"Please. I wa-want to."

Her eyes are still closed.

"What?"

"I want to do with you, what Chaewon did."

"You don't have to. Don't worry. She was just joking around."

Yuna finally opens her eyes. You wish you could fuck her. But it feels like she is just doing it, because she was told to.

It looks like determination, which is sparkling in her eyes, but it's gone as fast as it appeared.

"Al-Alright. Have a nice day."

You hear the regret in her voice as she steps aside. Is Yuna disappointed, because you don't fuck her? Or because Chaewon told you not to leave?

You wonder as you open the door. But you are unable to finish the thought. You almost walk into someone.

The woman in front of you is shorter than Yuna, which means, she is way shorter than you. But her eyes still glisten with authority. And something you can't identify.

"U-Unnie?"

You hear Yuna's flustered voice behind you.

"Do I really have to do everything myself. Huh? Chaewon told you to stop him from leaving."

Did Chaewon tell her? Or did she listen through the door?

Once again, you are unable to come up with an answer, because the girl puts her hand on your chest. You are so surprised, that you are letting her push you back inside the room.

"Close the door."

Yuna does as she is told, while the other girl finally stops in the middle of the room.

"You look more handsome than in the photos."

"What?"

It only takes you a second, before you realize, that Chaewon must have send her pictures. You take a mental note, to punish her later. You are usually careful about pictures of you. A scandal is not what you need. Especially not one with a K-pop idol.

"And Chaewon told me you know what to do with a woman."

You kinda knew what this was leading to as soon as you saw her face. But it is still unexpected.

"I don't even know who you are."

"Shin Ryujin. You will get to know me."

You look down at her, about to reply, when she speaks up again.

"Come here, babygirl."

Yuna steps up next to Ryujin, before the older one looks at you.

"I had fun with her a couple of times already."

She winks at you, while tracing one of Yuna's legs with her finger.

"Now you can enjoy."

Yuna still looks a little shy and you don't know how to react. This is going a little too fast for you.

"What are you waiting for?"

Ryujin pushes Yuna towards you.

"Let him enjoy your body, babygirl. That's what it's for anyways."

Once Yuna stands in front of you, you see that her cheeks are still a little red, but when she looks up, you see the lust in her eyes starting to grow. As if she is starting to warm up to the idea.

"What do good sluts do?"

Ryujin stepped behind Yuna, whispering in her ear.

"They suck cock."

Yuna's whisper is quiet as if she can't believe what she just said. The older girl takes the younger one's shoulders and pushes her to her knees. Yuna is on the floor in front of you, looking up.

"M-May I?"

You don't see a reason to say no. And the way Ryujin looks at you, makes you give her a quick yes.

Slowly, Yuna starts to unbuckle your belt and opens your zipper.

"The only person she has been with is me."

Ryujin looks at you.

"Make sure she enjoys this as much as you do."

So Yuna is practically a virgin?

You look down on her in disbelief as you feel her small hand your cock. No wonder she couldn't stop staring, earlier.

"I tried to teach her to be a good slut. Let's see what she has learned."

Hearing Ryujin's words, Yuna parts her lips, ready to take you into her mouth. Her soft lips touch your shaft slightly, before you enter her.

When Yuna starts to suck, she does it slowly and careful. As if she is afraid to do something wrong. It is hard to move your gaze away from her gorgeous big eyes, but you do so eventually.

Ryujin is still standing behind her. You see that her hand started to play with the hem of her greyish skirt.

"Tell mommy how much you like sucking cock."

You are surprised, when you hear her call herself mommy. As far as you remember, you have never been with a very dominant woman before. Soyeon was close, but she never called herself mommy.

"I love it, mommy. It tastes delicious."

Yuna stops for a second to answer, before she resumes her blowjob. Her tongue glides along your shaft as she moves her head.

You see how Ryujin's hand has disappeared inside her skirt. The slow motion of her arm leaves little to the imagination. She bites her lip as she watches Yuna suck your cock.

Although it seems to be her first time, the young idol does seem to know at least a little about what she is doing. Her tongue hits the exact right spot once in a while and her mouth is tight enough for you to let out a satisfied sigh.

"Taste this."

Ryujin's hand has reappeared and is now stretched out towards you. The look on her face makes it clear, that it wasn't a question, but an order. So you do what she wants. You lean forward a little, sucking on her fingers. You taste her flavor on her skin. It's a little sweet and you wonder how it would taste like to eat her out. She seems to have read your mind as she starts to speak again.

"A little appetizer for later."

She winks at you, before retreating her hand and leaning down. Ryujin takes Yuna's hair and holds it for her, while the younger girl keeps moving her head. You can feel that she is trying her best to make you feel good. Sometimes, she tries to take you deeper inside her mouth, but she has to retreat shortly after, choking slightly.

"Come on, babygirl. We practiced this. Didn't we?"

And without another word, Ryujin's hands move from Yuna's hair to her head. Taking it in both of her hands, Ryujin pushes Yuna onto your cock in one forceful motion.

"Oh fuck."

You groan as her throat tightens around you. It almost feels like she is about to throw up, so deep you are in her. The surprise is written on her face as she starts to gag. It makes her massage your cock with her throat. Spit starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth as Ryujin keeps holding her in place.

"Good girl."

She forces Yuna's head off you. It feels like you were the one who wasn't getting air. You think that you have never been so deep inside a woman's throat. Yuna seems to think so too as she can't stop chocking.

"Not done yet."

Ryujin's singing like tone is not compatible with the situation. Once more, she shoves Yuna onto your cock. You are amazed at how much she is able to take. What did Ryujin do to her?

This time, the older girl holds her head in place longer. Slowly but surely, Yuna's spit starts to drop down her chin. It lands on her top, her bare thighs and her white socks. It becomes even more as she gags harder. She does it so hard, that she is almost forcing you out of her unintentionally.

You feel your knees getting weak and you have to grab onto the chair next to you.

"You are such a good little slut."

Yuna is unable to respond to Ryujin's words. Her mouth and throat still stuffed with cock.

A forceful pull on Yuna's hair, makes her fall off your cock.

"How do you like it now?"

It takes her a good couple of seconds to answer. Yuna has to cough for some time, before she recovers.

"It feels good. I love it."

Her raspy voice sounds weak. You hope, she doesn't have a performance or something after this.

"You love it?"

Ryujin's smile looks dangerous and you know that Yuna just dug her own grave.

And then she does it again. She drags Yuna forward by her hair, forcing her onto your cock. You honestly don't know how you should survive this as you feel Yuna's tight throat around you. By now, your cock is completely drenched with her saliva. And when Ryujin finally pulls her back again, her spit slowly falls off your cock in long strings.

"God job, babygirl."

Yuna's tired eyes glisten with satisfaction as she breaths heavily, trying to recover.

"Look at all this spit."

Ryujin leans forward. One of her fingers dances on your shaft, making you shiver a little. She scoops up one particularly thick string of saliva. As if on instinct, Yuna opens her mouth. The older woman lets the spit fall off her finger and into her mouth.

Only now you realize, what a mess Yuna has become. Her chin is decorated with white bubbles, which formed due to all the spit. Another string of glistening fluid is hanging off, about to fall between her legs. Her cute, colorful top has small stains on it. Yuna's once white socks are now almost see through. And the small puddle on the floor could be mistaken for another of Yuna's fluids.

"Do you think that's wet enough?"

Yuna nods her head at Ryujin's question.

"Fuck her."

Her demanding tone makes you jump into action. You help Yuna to her feet.

"On the couch."

The black leather furniture is standing in the middle of the room. Right next to the chair, which you were holding on to. Without a word, you bend Yuna over the backrest.

You hear her humm in delight, when you reach under her skirt. Her back, exposed between her skirt and her small jacket, looks like vanilla. You put your left hand on it, pushing Yuna forward. She is now almost lying on the thin backrest. Her toes are barely touching the floor.

You stroke her thighs slowly, savouring the feeling of Yuna's legs slightly shaking.

Ryujin seems to become impatient as she walks up to the two of you.

"You are supposed to fuck her. Not play with her."

With that, she grabs Yuna's skirt and begins to pull it down. She exposes Yuna's pretty ass in the process and her white panties. You can't help yourself as you reach forward. Kneading her flesh, you hear Yuna moan slightly. Her skirt is now hanging around her ankles.

Ryujin has now walked around the couch, facing the two of you.

"You are gonna eat me out, while he fucks your pretty little ass. Do you want that?"

"Yes, mommy. I love your pussy."

You don't register Yuna's words, thinking you misheard.

"I want daddy to fuck my ass really hard."

"What?"

You can't hide your surprise.

"No one has fucked Yuna yet. And I intent to keep it that way. She is mine."

Ryujin looks at you, while she explains.

"You can have her ass. Make her scream."

She puts her right foot on the couch and starts to lift her skirt. You are too busy watching, not being able to reply.

The older girl exposes her red thong as she leans closer towards Yuna.

"You have to be gentle with her at first. We don't have lube."

And after telling you that unimportant piece of information, Ryujin takes Yuna's hair into her hand again and forces her towards her pussy.

You can't believe the situation you are in. You are standing half naked behind Yuna. Who is a virgin. Your hands on her butt cheeks, while she is eating out someone else. And you are supposed to fuck her ass?

You don't want to hurt Yuna, but the idea does make you a little excited. Sohee's body was build for anal. But Yuna? You are afraid that you might break her.

At this point, Ryujin doesn't seem to care anymore what you are doing. Her eyes are closed, a smile on her face. She enjoys Yuna's tongue in her pussy.

You even fucked Sohee with lube, so you aren't sure if you should keep going. But when you look at your in spit covered shaft, you guess that that's enough.

Trying to take it easy, you pull the white fabric around Yuna's slim waist off of her. It joins her skirt around her ankles, before your thumb moves across her puckered hole.

You feel her move away instinctively, but when you touch her again, she stays in place. Leaning forward, you let some of your spit fall onto her ass. Yuna moans into Ryujin's skirt as you slowly penetrate her hole with one finger. Her muscles squeeze around it. You realize, she must be even tighter than Sohee.

While you slowly finger Yuna's asshole, you start to hear occasional moans from both of them. Ryujin's eyes are still closed as she begins to grind her hips against Yuna's face. The way the two of them look, drunk in pleasure, moaning in tandem, makes you unable to hold this off any longer. You hear a disappointed whine, when your finger leaver her hole.

But you feel Yuna push against you as she feels your tip resting against her cheeks.

The older girl's moans become louder. The two of them seem to have done similar things already. Yuna knows what to do, to make Ryujin feel better.

Yuna lets out a long, drawn out moan, when you finally push your tip past her muscles. Even if you wanted to go fast, you can't. Her ass is incredibly tight. As if this is her first time.

Spreading her ass cheeks apart, you watch as you try to push deeper into her. Yuna's feet are getting off the ground and she starts to kick the air. You stop for a moment, afraid you hurt her, but then, she moans again.

Ryujin's hand, which is not in Yuna's hair, is now going through her own. You see her leg, which is still on the ground, starting to tremble.

"Holy fuck, babygirl."

You watch Ryujin as you keep pushing inside of Yuna. Once you are halfway in, you decide to not go further. At least for now.

When you try to pull out of her, you feel Yuna's muscles holding onto you. It actually takes a little amount of strength, to slowly retreat. Meanwhile, Ryujin has started to become a mess. Her hair is now all tousled. Her hips are shaking and she is now holding onto Yuna and not forcing her towards her.

After a couple of seconds, which feel like ages, you finally leave Yuna's asshole. You see it close and open slowly, before you start to push in again. Yuna whimpers underneath Ryujin's skirt, which seems to drive the older one even further.

"Use that tongue. Almost there."

Both of her hands are now holding onto Yuna's head as she tries to keep herself standing. The pleasure she is receiving is making her weak. It's making her slowly lose control.

You don't know when, but almost out of habit, you start to fuck Yuna a little faster. It is harder than to fuck Sohee. It's almost like she is fighting to keep you inside. But once you leave her hole, she makes it as hard as possible to enter her again. The combination makes your head all dizzy. But you can't stop. You can't stop to thrust slowly into Yuna's backdoor.

The grip on her small waist tightens. You see Yuna almost falling off the backrest by your thrusts and Ryujin's pulling, so you have to keep her in place. Her feet haven't touched the ground for a while now.

"Gonna cum! Good girl!"

You watch as Ryujin finally trembles towards the edge. Yuna must have given her best, despite getting fucked from behind. She does whine occasionally, but she is still focused enough to make Ryujin orgasm.

The older woman throws her head back as she finally cums. Her legs shake and she keeps tugging at Yuna's hair.

"Holy-!"

Her words are cut off.

When the pleasure and her energy leave her body, Ryujin falls down onto the couch. She breaths slow and steady. A big smile on her face.

You take the opportunity, that you now have Yuna for yourself. The young girl has been pretty quiet up until now, but you want to change that. Your left hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of her dark hair. It's a mess already anyways.

"Oh! Yes!"

You make Yuna arch her back as you pull her hair. Your other hand squeezes her right butt cheek tighter. Making sure that she won't fall.

As your thrusts increase in pace, Yuna starts to become a whimpering mess. Although she had a lot of experience with Ryujin and toys. This is the first time, someone actually fucked her. She loves the feeling of your cock in her ass. She loves your hand in her hair, forcing her to look up. She loves, how you squeeze her ass so hard, probably leaving a mark. She loves all of it.

And like Ryujin taught her, Yuna vocalizes her pleasure.

"Feels so good! Yes, daddy!"

Her eyes are shut tight. She has to bite her lip, everytime you push into her a little too deep. But the little pain is nothing in comparison to the pleasure.

"You fuck me so good!"

Ryujin is satisfied with only watching for now as you keep thrusting into Yuna. You still don't go all the way in, knowing that she is still to tight. She hisses in pain once in a while, but her moans can be heard more often.

You slowly begin to get tired. It doesn't matter how good Yuna's ass feels, you will have to stop eventually. You had to fuck Chaewon before this already and you are getting scared at the fact, that she might be waiting for you once you are done with these two.

Ryujin seems to sense that you won't be able to keep this pace up for much longer. Yuna doesn't show that she cares as she keeps pleading for more.

"Yes! Harder please!"

You pull her hair further, fulfilling her wish.

"Come here."

Ryujin looks at you, while beckoning you towards her.

"No, unnie. Please."

Yuna sighs in disappointment, but Ryujin doesn't care. It takes you a couple of thrusts, before you finally stop. Slowly pulling out of Yuna, you hear her whimpering and watch her body shake slightly. Her muscles tense around you, trying to keep you inside.

Once you finally leave her asshole, you see how stretched out it is. You leave Yuna lying like this as you walk around the couch.

"Lie down."

You do what Ryujin tells you. Lying down, you feel Yuna's hair on your stomach now. She is still hanging over the backrest, trying to recover. The older woman crawls up to you, before she starts to climb onto you. Her hand slowly strokes your shaft as she hovers over your cock.

"Finally."

Ryujin lowers herself onto you.

You are glad that you don't have to do all the work now. Ryujin's snatch feels incredible. Of course it's not as tight as Yuna's ass. But it still squeezes your cock tightly. Her pussy seems to change its form for you as you go deeper and deeper. Her walls clench around you as she almost takes all of you inside at once.

You see her breathing heavily and you realize, that she might not be doing this often.

"Fuck."

She moans as she tries to keep herself stable. One hand is holding onto the backrest, while the other is placed on your shirt, slightly grabbing a fistful.

You can't see her pussy, due to her skirt, but it might increase the pleasure even more.

Painfully slow, Ryujin start to lift herself off you. Her walls grip you tight, making you feel her on every inch of your cock. When only your tip remains inside of her, she lowers herself once more. This time, she goes further, finally taking all of you inside of her.

You have to groan, when Ryujin sits on your cock. Not moving. Trying to adjust to your size as she is filled completely.

"I need to cum."

You look up at Yuna, who pouts at you. She is still in the position from earlier. You motion her to climb over the backrest as you feel Ryujin lift herself off you again.

Yuna almost falls off the couch as she crawls down, before you place her into the right position. She is now sitting on your face. You don't see Ryujin anymore. You only feel how she glides upwards. Which turns out to be a mistake. Because you can't brace yourself for her impaling herself on your cock.

"Fuck!"

She almost screams and you can barely hold back a groan. Without a word, Ryujin begins to ride you. She doesn't start slow. She picks her pace up immediately, making her pussy glide up and down along your shaft.

At the same time, Yuna keeps pushing her hips forward. You are finally buried in her pussy. It's not the worst place to be as you begin to eat her out. She tastes sweeter than Ryujin and you can't get enough of her taste. You lick her labia, her clit, her pussy. All of it. You hands find themselves on her ass once more as you hold her for more stability.

At the same time, you hear Ryujin's moans from further back. You feel her getting wetter around you, the faster she goes. She falls out of her rhythm once in a while, which makes you moan into Yuna's snatch.

The young girl has started to make a mess of your face. Her juices are all over you as you keep eating her out. You eat like you have been starving for days. Her sweet nectar is the only thing that's going to save you.

"Yes, daddy! Keep doing that! I'm going to cum!"

She starts to slowly grind into your face, trying to get more out of your tongue.

While she does that, you can feel Ryujin beginning to pulsate around your cock. Her moans increase in volume as she reaches her second orgasm.

Yuna breaths heavily, trying to beat the older girl in the race for climaxing first.

At the end, Ryujin wins.

"Fucking hell! This dick!"

She shakes on top of you. Her pussy clenches around you. She becomes tighter than before. Her juices slowly spill out of her and trickle down your cock. She is frozen in place, not able to move a muscle.

Then, it hits Yuna. She whines loudly, before showering your face with her cum. You try to drink some of it, but you have to focus on holding her in place. She shakes even more than Ryujin. You have to grab her waist, to make sure she isn't falling off of you. Her hands find your hair as she tries to find an outlet for all that pleasure. She tugs on it, surely ripping some of it out. You let it go as you feel Yuna shaking and moaning.

"I think it has been long enough."

Ryujin checks the clock on the wall. "Chaewon will be here any minute."

You mentally groan in frustration. You can't keep up with that crazy woman. And you still got work to do.

"Already?"

Yuna sounds genuinely disappointed.

"But I wanted see how much he cums."

You gulp, trying to prepare yourself for what's to come.

"Then come here."

Ryujin, who is still a little shakey as well, helps Yuna off of you. The two kneel on the floor in front of the couch as you sit up.

"Come on, daddy. Give us your cum."

Yuna reaches for your cock, but Ryujin slaps her hand away.

"You know how to do it properly."

Yuna nods, before she opens her mouth. The older girl holds her hair and guides her towards your shaft.

And like the beginning, Yuna begins to gag on your cock. Now, that feeling in your lower region makes itself visible. It's like Yuna just flipped a switch. You start to get closer as she keeps chocking and drooling.

"I want some too."

Ryujin yanks Yuna off your cock, before taking you into her mouth herself. She feels different than Yuna, but you enjoy it just as much. She seems more skilled, being able to use her tongue in the right spots.

Yuna is still gasping for air, so you reach forward and make sure that Ryujin's hair doesn't fall into her face. She gives messy head as well and you now know where Yuna got it from. Your balls are covered in spit, which is dripping out of her mouth.

"Come here, Yuna."

She comes closer and you pull her top up. The small, bright clothing annoyed you the whole time and you haven't had a chance to take it off. You are glad that she isn't wearing a bra as you capture on of her nipples with your mouth.

"Oh, god."

Yuna sighs as you suck on her small tits. Meanwhile, Ryujin keeps sucking you off, bringing you closer to the point of no return. You can feel it's only a matter of moments.

Enjoying Yuna's breasts as long as possible, you switch to the other one, giving it equal attention. She tilts her head back and arches her back a little, so that you are even closer to her.

When you can't hold it back any longer, you lean back.

"I'm gonna cum."

Ryujin let's your cock fall out of her mouth, before she strokes you.

"Cum for us."

Yuna sits down next to her. She shows off her cute tits. The combination finally sends you over the edge. The first shot hits Ryujin's nose as she opens her mouth. The second one lands on Yuna's lips. Another streak of cum lands on her tits and her bunched up top, while the last one falls into Ryujin's mouth.

You feel completely drained as you watch the two of them. Because Ryujin keeps stroking you lazily, you have to push her hand off you. You are too sensitive right now.

Your head snaps to the right, when you hear the door open.

"You are still here."

Chaewon's excited face is undoubtedly one of the cutest things you have ever seen. But that doesn't stop her from wanting to be fucked constantly. Although Ryujin and Yuna are still kneeling on front of you, your cum dripping down Yuna's chest, Chaewon charges at you.

"Here we go again."

You mumble as you are met with a red pair of lips.

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Hi, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I apologize for the picture, I wasn't able to find a better one, where the two of them are wearing these clothes.

Have a nice day!

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Hello, Whyareyoudo! (I didn't know if you wanted the tag lol) Finally got this written out for you, hope it's alright! It was so interesting to research Tourette's as I wrote this. Thanks for the request!

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No warnings! Let me know if that should change!

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“Shh!” Four hisses, expression pinching.

Those closer to Four frown at the smithy.

“Four? You… uh, ok?” Wind asks, glancing at his friend.

The smith blinks awkwardly, ears flushing. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, just ignore me.”

“Were you shushing someone?” Wild asks curiously.

“No. Nope. Just… making noise. Sorry. I’ll shut up.” And they let it go. No more questions are asked, and Four doesn’t make any more unexplainable noises.

However, he does keep twitching oddly, wincing as if… he’s in pain. First, his arm twitches, moving halfway to his chest before the smith scowls and moves it back down. Then randomly ticks his head to the side.

He watches carefully until Four catches him and scowls. “What?”

“You have tourettes.” He states simply. Not an accusation, not a question. Just puts it out there.

Four pauses. “I have- I… What? No. I mean…” The smith trails off. Blinks.

Then settles on, “How the hell do you know that?”

“Because I have it, too.” He says easily. Shrugs when Four’s eyes go wide.

“Wait, ok, hold up. What’s tour- ett’s?” Wild frowns. “Can we help?”

“Tourettes.” Four says. “Its a neurological-”

“It affects the nervous system and makes it so you make movements and noises you don’t mean to.” He says before Four can launch into an overly complicated, full science report-sounding explanation.

“And you both have it?” Twi says, looking interested.

“Well, I do. And I think Four does, too.”

“Wait so like when you swear randomly you don’t even mean to?” Wind asks.

He considers this. “Sometimes. But now you’ll never know which ones I do purposefully so you’ll never be able to tell me off, Old Man.”

That gets some laughter into the group, easing the awkwardness that had developed.

Four, he notices, doesn’t even smile.

He seems deep in thought, biting his lip in that way he does when he’s thinking. Or maybe it’s another tic.

“I don’t think I do.” Four says finally, slowly. “It’s not always the same, it’s just random little… movements. Aren’t tics more… repetitive?”

“Sure, sometimes. Not always, though. There are other types… but I’m not gonna get too deep into that. Mine were like that, yeah, but I also know someone who’s also diagnosed and his are more like yours. It’s just rarer, I think.”

Four considers this, then nods slowly. “I’ll have to do some research, I think. It’d be nice to…”

The smith’s eyes snap to him. “You said were. Past tense. It went away?”

“It did for me. Well, not entirely. It just… got much less frequent as I got older. It doesn’t happen for everyone.”

Four nods, fingers twitching. Then shrugs somewhat awkwardly.

He shrugs, too, feeling bad for putting him on the spot. “We should keep going. I smell rain.”

So they continue down the path.

~~~~

They find a town before the rain comes, and an inn as well. With enough rooms open that they all get their own- a rare occurrence.

Since they’re inside with the rain, Wild and Wars just pass out rations for dinner and they all take to their rooms.

It’s been a rough few days, and they all go to bed rather early.

Or so he thought. He wakes up to the door next to his creaking open, soft footsteps fading as they move down the hall.

He waits a few minutes, then goes in search of the smithy with a sigh.

Out the inn, wandering aimlessly around town for a bit to give Four some alone time, then stumbles across the library in town.

Four, naturally, is buried in a stack of books, eyes slightly crossed as he fixates on the one under his nose.

“Smithy, it is three in the goddamn morning.” He grunts, and Four jumps and drops the book.

“Librarian said it was ok.” Four yawns, finding his page again.

“Wasn’t my point. You even gonna try to sleep tonight?”

“How can I?” Four mutters. It’s not sharp, not angry, but he still winces anyway.

“I’m sorry for… I don’t know. You know it doesn’t matter if you do, right? It’s not going to fix the tics or change… well, anything, really. There’s no way to treat-” Four closes the book and shoots him a look. “I don’t have Tourette's and we both know that. I would’ve had these tics since childhood and I haven’t, they’re not nearly repetitive enough to be considered tics, and-” Four sighs. “I know what causes it. Something that happened on my adventure. I appreciate you giving me an out, but I feel awful for lying.”

He takes a seat next to the smith. “You don’t have to lie. Just…”

“Lead them to believe the wrong thing,” Four says flatly.

“You did with Wolfie.” He counters, and Four winces.

“That’s different. It was his secret.”

“And this is yours. Listen, you don’t want to tell people about whatever this is. I get it. But they’re gonna ask- letting them believe this will stop the questions. Otherwise, they’ll just keep asking. Not with the intent of prying of course, but just out of curiosity. And that’ll make it worse. Maybe every once and a while you get a question about Tourette’s, but that’ll be it. If you keep deflecting questions they’ll keep asking.”

Four looks away, considering this. Then nods. “Thanks, Legend.”

He smiles, getting to his feet. “Anytime, Smithy. Now get some sleep- you look beat. Come back to the inn with me.” Four looks around, nodding. “I just… gotta put all these away first.”

Gives a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

He laughs, helping the smith put the books back on the shelves, then walking with him back to the inn.

“Goodnight, smithy.” He says as Four enters his room.

“Night, Leg.” Four yawns, giving a slight wave as he closes the door.

~~~~

Four raises his arms above his head, stretching as he walks up to the lake.

Walks up to Wild, who’s standing at the very very end of the dock, just his heels hanging on.

A strong gust of wind would put him in the lake.

“Whatcha looking at?” The smithy asks, and Wild shrugs.

“Just trying to see if there’s any fish in here.”

“So you can bomb them?” Four snickers, and Wild scowls playfully.

“It’s more efficient than sitting there with a worm on a string!” The champion insists, laughing. Four peers at the water, then points at a spot.

“I think I see some there.”

Wild crouches, squinting. “Where?” “Over- shit.”

Four’s arm twitches, knocking into Wild’s back.

The champion flails frantically, grabbing-

SPLOOSH.

The others on the land burst into laughter as Wild surfaces, staring in surprise and offense at Forur. “Smithy! I did nothing to you! Well, besides the peppers… and the tomatoes… ok, maybe I deserved that.” Wild sighs, laying back to float in the water.

“Sorry,” Four shrugs, but he can’t keep the grin off of his face. “Tourette’s.”

Wild sends a splash of water at the smith, causing Four to laugh and dart back to the safety of dry land.

~~~~

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drowninghell · 5 months

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Hi, can you do a fic were Bayverse Raph and his girlfriend get into a huge fight and he hurts her saying that he doesn't love her anymore and his girlfriend feels very hurt and when she leaves the Lair and cross the street, she suffers an accident and Raph saw it, when he saw her on the floor with a lot of wounds and glass over her face, he realized of what he said and done and Raph begs for forgiveness?❤️

Last chance

Raphael x fem reader

Contains arguing, violence, minors dni

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Hi lovley! I must have missed this request! I apologise it’s taken so long!! I made a few changes I hope you don’t mind!! Let me know what you think!

This was vicious, a turbulent onslaught of heated words and raised voices. Mostly coming from the turtle clad in red. The deep timbre of his voice rippling with harsh accusations. He was seething, shoulders rising and falling ,pacing back and forth before her , coiled up like a spring ready to pounce. She sat on his weight bench, trying to remain calm. To listen to him, to not take it personal when he threw those very personal attacks her way.

He was trying to communicate how he was feeling , he was irate. She would voice later that he would never insult her as just had, now however she wanted to hear what he had to say. Swallowing down the hurt she listened.

“ Raphael , all I asked is that if you are pissed with me, please tell me why.” Again she brought the topic up which had somewhat spiralled into , ‘ I am you aren’t listening ’

She knew getting into this that Raphael was insecure, he didn’t see all those jaw dropping traits that she seen in him. The second he had a small waver of his self worth he began to retract into himself, take himself out of the picture with a cold shoulder. until she coaxed him back ,helped him understand that he was so ,so worth it.

She assumed today would be no different, however, as their disagreement went on and his barbs got sharper she found herself getting on to her feet and biting back, which only furthered his anger. Until the point that they were toe to toe, chest to chest. His eyes swirling with an anger that hers matched.

“ how the fuck can you say that! You claim to love me! “ she bit back.

“ I don’t love you! “ was his loud response, lips pursed. It was a knee jerk response , he didn’t mean it and he knew he didn’t the minute he said it. He had dug himself into this hole and this thran temper was keeping him from digging himself back out.

He seen the shock splay across her face. Watched the realisation slowly spread and those pinched together features slowly falling to one of hurt, to shock. It was then his pride flew out the window and his eyes widened, his strong form crumpling as he stammered to apologise, to make this right. Awkward in his way of being. The tears had pooled in the corner of her eyes, yet not a tear fell as she spun on her heel, refusing to listen to another word.

Roughly pulling the sliding door and side stepping the orange clad turtle that nearly fell before her.

“ dudeee…” Mikey said to the baffled Raphael , just as much worry spread across his face. She stormed past him, not bothering with any of her usual niceties. She didn’t have the energy. “ shut up.” Raph was quick to quip.

After taking a minute, he was hot on her tail, he couldn’t lose her, he wanted to take it all back. No amount of pride was worth losing her. This was the first big blow out in their established relationship.

Before he could catch up she was already on the surface, making advantageous strides towards the public eye , to douse herself in the city street lights, away from his reach. He had to make this right, now. Watching as she walked out into the sea of people.

“Y/n” he called to her.

She stopped, something in his voice, the desperation, the need compelled her too. She turned on her heel , her eyes meeting his smouldering hazel.

His heart stoped in his chest as he witnessed her puffy eyes, her expression twisted in conflict.

He watched her form become illuminated with a harsh yellowing light. He heard the screech of tyres , the yell of commotion. Falling forward on instinct, his three digit finger gripping the red brick as he tried to stop himself from blowing his brothers secret, from emerging from the solace of the dark alleyway and running to her. To send people running and screaming in fear, all to get to her.

She had moved just in time to avoid serious harm, getting caught in the side with enough impact to at-least break a rib. Taking the poor cab drivers wing mirror out with her, the glass shattering all around, catching in her hair. A deep enough cut atop the bone of her cheek, a stream of red trickling down her face.

She coughed and spluttered from the impact, inhaling sharp breaths greedily. being helped to her feet and giving the cab driver her information to repair any damages. Strongly refusing an ambulance , she was on her way, a hand sliding around her ribs for extra support as she tried to ignore the stabbing in her side.

Raphael wasn’t in the spot she last saw him, that was enough for her. Slowly she limped on, trying to ignore her absolute mortification of the whole scenario.

The next alley way she passed a strong hand gently reached out and pulled her into the solace of darkness. She winced at the contact, hissing a sharp breath between teeth. It was Raphael. He recoiled like he was burned. Not touching her if she didn’t want to be touched.

Shame was evident all over his face, brows furrowing deeper as he watched the blood stream from that Knick on her cheek, it would defiantly scar. It didn’t go unnoticed how she clutched her side also. She just stared at him, as if waiting for him to get on with it. To end it.

“ please, I-ah-I didn mean it. You have to know that, I’m , im so sorry.” His voice was low, so, so hurt, his hand hovering above her cheek, above the blood trickling down yet not having the courage to touch her.

She knitted her brows together , confusion evident . “ don’t talk, just- I’m taking you to get looked at.” There was no discussion, no room for debate. Upon seeing her unable to talk, he went ahead and scooped her into his arms as delicately as he could, handling her like the most delicate of glass. Wincing when her breathing laboured from the pain.

He wouldn’t hear any of it, regardless how livid, how frustrated she was. He brought her to Donnie and refused to leave her be until she was treated. Standing in the corner of the room like a wraith , ignoring the scowl she would throw his way as he watched Donnie work. It was concluded by the bruises blossoming across her side that she had indeed broken rib, after listening to her chest and ruling out a collapsed lung he bandaged her up, swiftly making his exit , feeling the tension rippling between the two.

Raphael approached first, plucking the courage to make his way to her ,she wouldn’t look at him. He waited for her to speak first.

“ why did you say it.” She whispered,still refusing to meet his gaze.

“ because I’m an idiot , I was angry, I know it’s no excuse, I felt cornered I just-“ finally looking to meet his gaze, she watched the guilt eat away at him. His brow bone knitted in frustration as he attempted to articulate how he was feeling. “ I understand if this is it for ya’ , Jesus, I’ll be surprised if I ever see ya again after this” he paused, letting those words resonate with himself, knowing that because of his actions, he has potentially lost her forever.

“ I need ya to know I would take it all back in a heart beat if a could, I didn’t mean one word of it.” He was absolute. She sighed , scratching her brow in thought.

“ you’ve gotta work on talking to me.”

She said finally after a moment of stewing, it was his turn to look shocked. His shoulders slumped in relief , his head rocking forward to connect with hers. She couldn’t help how her lips coiled up at the corner. “ I’m warning you Raph! No more stone walling me, if you want to be with me trust that I want to be with you.” She was firm , he nodded against her. His massive form looming over as he stared down at her. Eyes soft as he listened. He was greedy for that touch from her, for he thought he wound never feel it again. Moving to be standing between her legs. Head still never moving from leaning against hers.

Enveloped in his shadow she glanced up to meet his eyes. That’s all it took. Gently, his thumb hooked below her chin and tilted her head up further, his other two finger slowly sliding along her neck until his palm delicately hit the base of her throat. His touch so gentle.

His expression unreadable to her but to him, he just had to look at her, to look at her and realise that he couldn’t fuck up again. She could have been seriously hurt or worse today, because of him. It’s something he would have to make up for ,for the rest of his life.

“ Raph.. “ she whispered , concern evident as she leaned further into his touch. God was he lucky to get another chance with her.

Wordlessly he leaned forward , lips capturing hers in a world stopping kiss. He kissed her with as much hunger and passion, as much feeling as he could muster.

Because this, this was it for him.

@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82

#tmnt fanfiction #tmnt #tmnt scenario #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #raphael tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt raph x reader

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 2 years

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Everyone asked about other bachelors falling in love, I am waiting for someone to ask how will it be if it's Alex because I love him. But I guess it will still be some while till someone actually ask knowing how he is, so I'll step forward & humbly send my request to you~! Thank you for writing all these headcanons. They are very lovely to read! I love how it enrichen my vision of them. ｡･✰

Alex Falling in Love with the Farmer Headcanons

Hi anon! Sorry if this took too long. I was also waiting for someone to ask for him lol. He's a great bachelor! :D

As I'm fairly certain it's stated in his ten heart cutscene, Alex liked you from the start. He was somewhat aware of it; he did notice he took a physical liking to you, but always assumed it would leave with time. You two just hung out as friends for a while.

It only hit him smack in the face that day he told you about his mother. All of a sudden, it's 'wait, why am I even telling them this?', followed by, 'oh-'. He's sort of just... awkward about it all. Like 'yup. Alright. This is happening.'

After you leave, he goes straight to his grandparents. I mean, they've been together so long, they must know something to help him! He tries to be vague about it, but it comes through anyway. He thinks he's mastered the art of disguise while not-so-subtly dropping in hints like farming every two sentences.

He's quieter, but somehow also manages to show off even more. If that makes any sense. He likes to hear you talk. With his whole backstory thing going on I imagine he's got a lot on his mind, so it's nice to just take a break. Plus, you've always got great stories to tell.

As for the showing off, well... it can be insufferable. He manages to get a bit too in your face at times, but he only means the best. You bet he'll be waiting outside your door at six in the morning ready to do whatever heavy lifting you need. You may or may not use this to your advantage to make him clean up the animal poop.

His feelings for you are fairly obvious. Long stares from across the field, arms over the shoulder - all that stuff. He also gives you lots of compliments. He knows what it's like to be called worthless (and I assume have low self-esteem from it) and he doesn't want you to end up that way. He can tell whenever you're down and goes to lift you back up as best he can.

"Hey farmer! Your farm's looking great. I heard you were feeling down lately, wanna talk about it?"

You get a TON of Evelyn's baked goods. Mostly biscuits, of course, but sometimes you get shortbread or muffins or even a slice of cake! Alex tries his hand at cooking too. He wants to get better to impress you (and his grandmother).

George is super proud. Finally, his (to be honest: quite lonely) grandson is getting a proper friendship (not to throw shade on Haley, but before the farmer moves in, she's not really friendship material)! Evelyn is a bit more clueless to the whole romance thing going on between you two, but once George fills her in on it, she gets to work inviting you over almost every night for dinner.

Speaking of the grandparents trying to get you two closer, Evelyn has randomly mentioned Alex being single. She means no harm, but it's very obvious she's trying to nudge you two together. It's cute, though. And you get a ton of free food whenever she does.

"Oh, hello dear. I just finished making these with Alex," (she did not, in fact, make them with Alex), "we were just talking about any future relationships he might get into."

^ Poor Alex is left dying in the corner.

Alex actually gets a lot more insecure. He's just nervous about messing up in front of you. He doesn't want to risk losing another person he loves. Just seeing you makes his heart all fuzzy - it's crazy.

-~-~-

I hope you liked this, anon! I think Alex is great. He was my first choice when I started my first save file. Sorry if this took a little too long, but I'm glad I got around to it.

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kitishsnzes · 1 year

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Hello! Nice to see a new sickfic blog! Can I request a sick and sneezy Nathaniel and Jacob taking care of him??? Thank you 😊

Short but sweet

Nathaniel p.o.v

It had been a stressful few days. Work had been busy for me, Jacob had been stressed with his own work and was therefore quite irritable. This has led to us having quite the argument. We had literally never argued before, especially not like this. After the fight I had gone for a walk to clear my mind, but it had unfortunately started raining and I was not suffering the consequences. Because now, on top of Jacob being mad at me I was also very quickly coming down with a cold.

Jacob and I sat at dinner, a somewhat awkward silence between the two of us. I knew I was in the early stages of my illness. Stuffy nose, scratchy, tickly throat, a small headache and a near constant need to sneeze. Not even halfway through our meal my nose had gotten too itchy to hear. I took a napkin from the center of the table and cupped my nose into it, "hhtshu! EhhtSHhhu!" My husband barely even looked at me, but still mumbled a soft "bless you" I softly thanked him. Then we continued to eat in an awkward silence. This only lasted a few more minutes before my nose began tickling again. I pressed my fist under my nose, hoping to keep the tickle at bay. This seemed to work, but apparently my sniffling was getting on Jacob's already short nerves. "Nate! Just sneeze for fucks sake!" I was shocked by his sudden outburst. I took another napkin, my breath hitching, "hhTshu! Hh- ehh- tsSHhu! HhtCSHu!" The sneezes were harsh and caused me to cough after, and I was even concerned at how rough my lungs sounded from the coughing. I blew my nose into the napkin. "Bless you" Jacob sounded a bit concerned. His usual loving, sweet, kindness showing through. He leaned across the table and his soft fingers brushed over my forehead. "Nate, I think you've got a fever" it was in my better judgment that I didn't correct his grammar. "Maybe?" I said, trying to avoid the obvious. "Nate honey are you sick?" His voice was void of all previous annoyance. "Maybe?"

"I knew you shouldn't have been walking outside in the rain. I was worried this would happen." He stood up. "I'll be right back love"

"Ok-ah- hhh- hhTSshu! HktSsshu!- snf okay"

"Bless you darling" his voice sounded apologetic, as if he was trying to make up for our fight. "How long have you felt sick for?" He asked as he rummaged around in the cupboard in the kitchen. "Started feeling sick this morning"

"Why didn't you tell me"

"I felt bad bothering you, I knew you were stressed and we weren't really on super friendly terms" he came back from the kitchen, a bottle in his hand, he was shaking his head, "Nate, I don't care about a silly fight."

"But we never fight"

"Everyone fights. Couples fight. It's part of being in a relationship. Doesn't mean I don't love you or wouldn't want to take care of you" he leaned in to kiss me, but I turned away, "I don't want you to catch this" he smiled tenderly at me, he set his fingers on my jaw, "nonsense. You're worth it" he kissed me, I knew I was blushing. Even after being married for nearly 10 years I still found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

He pulled away from the kiss and handed me the bottle in his hand, "you can take this right?" He knew I had allergies to certain medications, but could never keep them all straight. I nodded, I took a few of the cold/flu tablets out and swallowed them with a swig of water. "I'm sorry for making you mad" I apologized, he shrugged, "I should have been more patient."

"I love you"

"Love you more"

"Not possible" I said jokingly, before turning away as my nose tickled again, "hhtshu! Ehh- hhh- hhTSshu tsShu!"

"Bless you" Jacob said rubbing my shoulder. "You should get some rest before you get more sick"

"Probably a good idea" I smiled to myself, after years of Jacob protesting when I told him to sleep when sick, he pulled the uno reverse card on me. "Ugh I sound like you" he said, he wrinkled his nose cutely. I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Because I'm so smart" he rolled his eyes, "yeah, smart ass!" I laughed at him before kissing him softly. "alright I'll behave I'm so sorry my love"

He triumphantly smiled and kissed my nose, "bed!" I stood up, "yessir"

He followed me to our room and climbed into bed next to me, "you know that you're gonna get sick."

"For you, It's worth it."

I fell asleep with a lovesick smile on my face.

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claudemblems · 1 year

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1st Matchup | 1000 Follower Event

Request: Hi! I'm sorta new to tumblr so I really hope this is the correct place to request a matchup :') If this is not the correct place, just ignore this and I apologize 🙏

If it is: I'd like a romantic matchup, my name is Tena, I like playing video games, playing the guitar, drawing, listening to music and hanging out with close friends. I'm an introvert, although I like meeting new people I'm just somewhat awkward about it. I like my alone time and run out of social battery often. I would like to spend my life doing anything I want, roaming the world, experiencing many different things, just living, you know. I appreciate animals and nature, and would rather spend time alone in a forest or just a field rather than with many people. I'm a history and art nerd as well. Hopefully that's enough, feel free to ask me anything if needed!

Have a wonderful day!

I'd like to add, as of my personality, I like joking around and I'm pretty sarcastic, but I'm serious when needed.

I match you @tenatries with Kazuha!

Kazuha is your match made in heaven! His easy-going nature makes it easy to converse with him, and he's always attuned to your feelings. He can sense when your social battery is running low without you even having to say a word. If you're in a crowded place or attending an event, he'll excuse the two of you, more concerned about your comfort than anyone else's opinions on your sudden departure. If you just want to be left alone, he has no problem giving you plenty of space. He thinks actually that it's a good thing to be left alone with your thoughts sometimes. But he'll always be around the corner if you need anything.

He loves adventuring with you by his side. There's never been a dull moment in his life since you became his lover. Everything around him seems to glow even brighter, an indicator of his uncontrollable happiness. Even when scaling mountains or sailing across the high seas, his main focus is always on you: the beauty that puts all other wonders of the world to shame.

When the weather is pleasant and the two of you are lazing around, he enjoys playing instruments with you. The sweet notes of a guitar and whistles combined with your melodious laughter have to be the most delightful array of tunes he's had the pleasure of hearing. He also loves when he gets to lay his head in your lap and simply listen to you play. Run your fingers through his hair every once in a while and he will 100% fall asleep.

Kazuha appreciates that you can be both serious and witty. He thinks it's one of the most attractive qualities about you. You know when the situation calls for care and concern and when the mood needs some lightening up. Your jokes and sarcasm never fail to make him burst into fits of laughter. There's nothing he lacks when he's with you, and he knows that your antics will keep him smiling for years and years to come.

With Kazuha, you'll never find yourself wanting. He does everything in his power to fulfill your every wish. You are the most precious thing in this world to him. He will protect you and love you with all of his heart. You scored yourself a good man <3

#❣️ - event #I hope this is okay!!#I haven't done many matchups ajdasjdsakaslkd

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vquacki · 3 years

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It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa,

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice.

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber.

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man.

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father.

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look.

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street.

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process.

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined,

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning.

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you.

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him,

“Grounded! My final answer!”

R A N

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window.

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep.

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence.

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin.

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house.

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush.

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction.

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out.

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter.

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject.

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued.

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody.

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children.

S A N Z U

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all.

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date.

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting.

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside.

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father.

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels.

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile.

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down.

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said,

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words.

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house.

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening.

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down.

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it.

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way.

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids.

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk.

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you.

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~”

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again.

I N U I

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot.

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor.

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike.

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps.

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid.

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered,

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold.

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man.

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?”

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right.

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself.

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl.

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized,

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated,

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick.

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face.

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents.

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped,

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted,

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man.

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed.

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval.

“Dad, I'm sixteen!”

“That's what I said”

S O U Y A

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles.

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father.

“He's out of it” You giggled,

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him.

“There was boys-” His voice cracked.

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body.

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills.

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house.

N A H O Y A

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other.

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers.

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua.

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo” Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life.

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips.

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted.

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.”

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

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pater-b-perker · 2 years

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Put Some Pants On!! || Millard Nullings

Millard Nullings / Reader

A/N; This is based on book Millard, NOT movie Millard. I will probably never write about movie Millard, because he’s a young child and that’s nasty. also, reminder that requests are open, so if you like my style + want a certain oneshot, feel free to ask. I mostly write for MPHFPC!Book and MCU characters, but you can always ask if you have a request from another fandom and I’ll try my best :)

“This,” the old woman paused for effect while opening the door, “will be your room.”

You looked around the room, taking it all in. It was small, but nice. Directly across from the door was a vanity mirror sitting upon a small desk- a small stool siting underneath. There was a single bed in the centre of the room, with white linen sheets and a thick, white duvet covering it from foot to head. Beside the bed- two feet from the vanity- was a bedside table, with a small vase of purple flowers and a small silver alarm clock. In the far left corner of the room-toward the foot of the bed- there was a standing wardrobe, and above that in the top left corner of the room sat a comfy chair.

“I’m afraid it’s not much,” the Ymbryne said, smiling shyly at you, “but I hope you find it to your liking.”

“No- no, it’s lovely,” you said, smiling at the woman.

“Why don’t you drop your bag in here, and we can continue with the tour.”

You nodded, laying your lone suitcase on the foot of the bed.

She lead you across the hallway, to a room with double-wide French doors.

“This is our classroom,”she said, holding the door for me to enter, “and our library.”

“You will be expected to attend classes, along with everyone else, four days of the week.” She said, walking around the school desks slowly- making her way towards the bookshelves. “If you find yourself wanting to relax, you can always come in here to read- we have couches and comfy chairs, so you don’t have to leave the comfort of-“

“Oh my god!” You cut her off, somewhat rudely. “Put some pants on!”

“I do beg your pardon?”

“No- I- N-not you Miss…” you stammered, trying to save your ass. You pointed at the boy who had caught your attention. He was reaching for a book on the top shelf, hands held well above his head, fully nude. “I just mean- he- why is he naked??”

The boy stared at you, shocked, and you quickly covered your eyes- trying to maintain his modesty.

“You can see me?”

You peaked through your fingers, making sure they were still covering his… area… before replying with a soft. “Yes.”

“Millard,” Miss Peregrine said, clearly about to chastise the venerable boy. “Please do not walk around naked- especially when you know you will be meeting new people.”

Millard was so shocked, he couldn’t find it in himself to come up with a sassy retort.

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Later that night, at dinner, you were officially introduced to the rest of wards.

“Children,” Miss Peregrine announced in a slightly shrill voice, “this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). (Y/N) will be staying with us indefinitely. I trust you will all make them feel as welcome as possible.”

The children all went around and introduced themselves, and you tried your best to take notes of everyones names and peculiarities. Some wards that caught your attention were Victor and Bronwyn, two siblings with the same peculiarity of super strength, Hugh, a boy with bees in his stomach, and Abe, a boy who could see the monsters too.

“Millard,” Hugh said, nudging his friend in the arm, “aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”

“We’ve met.” You and Millard said at the same time.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “You can- uh- talk.”

“I was just saying we’ve met.”

“Oh… right.”

Awkward tension flooded the dining room, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery against dished.

“Well,” Hugh said after a minute. “This is awkward… (Y/N), why don’t you tell us your peculiarity?”

“Uh- honestly? I’m not really sure.” You said candidly. “I can see ghosts- or spirits?- and I can see auras… I also recently learned that I can see the monsters- oh and uh invisible people apparently.”

You finished, nodding your head in the direction of the invisible peculiar across the table from you.

“Oh…” Victor said in realization. “That’s why you’re wearing pants, Millard. I thought you just realized how nasty it is to eat naked.”

A laugh erupted across the room, and you could see Millard grinning.

“Yeah, ha ha,” Millard fake laughed, rolling his eyes. “Laugh all you want, but you will never know the freedom of not wearing clothes to dinner- it truly is freeing.”

“Neither will you, dipshit,” Victor teased, “not anymore, at least.”

The excitement of having a new face- or perhaps the excitement of mocking Millard- somehow made the children forget Ms Peregrines presence at the table.

“Victor!” Miss Peregrine scolded. “Watch your language around the children!”

“Sorry Miss.”

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You found yourself in the library again later that night.

“What are you looking for?” A voice rung out behind you.

“Nothing in particular- just looking at the collection.” You ran your hand along the cracked spines lining the shelves infant of you- stopping at a velvet blue book. “You have Ardour.”

“Have you read that one before.”

“A couple times, yes.”

“Really? You don’t look like the type…”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, becoming defensive. Does he think you look dumb…?

“Nothing… you just look like more of a nature book kind of person- not a romance novel kind of person.”

“Huh… thanks?” You said, unsure if that was positive or negative. “You knew it was a romance novel- have you read it?”

“Yeah… once or twice.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was okay… it was no Lés Misérables, but it was okay.”

“You’ve read Lés Misérables?”

“Of course.” He replied sitting on the couch a couple feet away from you- still watching as you browsed the collection of books. “Have you?”

“Of course.” You parroted back to him. “Only about a hundred times.”

“See, that makes more sense for you.” Millard said, scooting his legs off the couch when you walked over- book in hand- to sit next to him. “Which one did you pick?”

“Othello.” You replied- adding quickly once you saw his grimace in response, “I haven’t read it yet- I just want to know if it’s worth the hype.”

“It’s not… trust me.”

“Fine, then what do you recommend?”

“I’m glad you asked…”

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teddy-yandere · 3 years

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Hello, I hope you're having a good day :) If not don't worry it'll get better :) Could I request some headcanons for yanderes Deku, Tanjiro, Kokushibou and Yoriichi (Separate) try kissing reader on the lips but reader is shy and inexperienced and hasn’t had her first kiss yet so she doesn’t know what to do

- Inexperienced Kisser -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

Characters = Midoriya ( Deku ) , Tanjiro , Kokushibou , Yoriichi

A/N = Feel free to request any characters you want. I write for many different fandoms , all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of this post and pick what fandom and character you want me to write for and send me a request. My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <

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Midoriya ( Deku )

• Okay hear me out , chances are that this man has not has his first kiss yet. I feel like as awkward as it may be , you would probably have to at least somewhat initiate the kiss.

• He really does not really mind if you are inexperienced at kissing because he is not very good at it. Don’t worry though , he will never make you feel uncomfortable about it. He thinks it is very cute.

• The two of you were on a picnic date until he middle of the night. This was one of the few times Deku has let you out of the house. You were just looking at the stars when all of a sudden you can feel him start to cup your cheeks. When you looked up at him you could see a bright red blush plastered across his face.

• Before the two of you could even think , you both leaned in to kiss one another. After the kiss you looked at each other , before giggling nervously. Little did both you you know that you had been each other’s first kiss.

Tanjiro

• I don’t care what anyone says , but this man is probably one of the best kissers ever. He is just so gentle.

• I feel like he would be even more nervous than you to kiss you. He just does not want to make you feel uncomfortable in anyway shape or form. He probably planned something really romantic for the two of you. Even after he kidnapped you , he never forced you to have any affection with him. After a while you let him cuddle you but that was it.

• On this day , you felt like you were ready to kiss Tanjiro. When he greeted you after coming home from a mission , instead of just giving him a hug you pulled in into amiss and then hugged him welcoming him home from the mission.

• Similar to Deku , his face was a bright red , but he kissed you back before asking about your day and everything. It was very cute.

Kokushibou

• I am going to be honest with you , I feel like this man knew that your were very inexperienced. He really does not really mind.

• Kokushibou is not the type of Yandere to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. He really likes when you do things willingly with him. That being said. He never forced you to kiss him goodbye.

• Kokushibou always made sure to give you a small kiss on the top of your head before he went out on a mission that Muzan assigned him.

• On this one day , you felt like you were ready to kiss Kokushibou goodbye. Because he was so tall ( 6’4 ) you had to stand up on your toes to kiss him on the lips.

• When I tell you this mans fave turned a very bright red as he kissed you back. This soon became a hibit of yours to kiss him goodbye before he left.

Yoriichi

• Similar to Tanjiro and Deku , Yoriichi will never force anything on you. It is really hard for him not to just grab your face and kiss your perfect lips. He holds it all together because he does not want to scare you.

• but one day he just could not take it anymore. The two of you were out on a walk when you decided to take a breath to catch your breath. Yoriichi could not help but notice how wonderful the outfit he got you looked in you. His eyes slowly trailed across your body when the finally rested somewhere. Your lips.

• You were so perfect.

• He sat down next to you , before slowly pulling your face in and softly kissing your lips. He made sure he was very careful. To his amazement and happiness, you actually kissed him back

• When you two finally pulled away from each other, there was a very bright blush covering both you y’all’s faces.

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Feel free to request any character you want. I write for all genders. If you don’t tell me what gender you want then I will just make it gender nuetural. I write for many different fandoms such as:

• Demon Slayer

• Haikyuu

• Attack on Titan

• My Hero Academia

• Death Note

Have a nice Day / Night ~

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stardewtales · 3 years

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Your shane x reader are some of the first I read when i got into sdv, and they still hold a li special place in my heart <3 I love the way you wrote shane, jas, and the farmer (you kept the farmer rather neutral, but you still gave her moments of personality, rlly great stuff!), anyway, I'd love any shane related stuff you would do, but if your looking for a request, the reader teaching him abt farming/gardening (planting hot peppers together eee) i think would be rlly cute-ok bye lysm!!!

A/N: hey lovely!! If you're still around, thank you so much for this. I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get to your request, but here it is! Hope it lives up to your expectations xx

Shane can feel you hovering behind him.

"What is it," he groans, not bothering to turn around.

"Sorry," he hears you say. "Just, be careful with the roots, please? I don't want all your work to be for nothing."

Well, he can't exactly fault you for that. If anything, he's ashamed because he was distracted while you showed him the whole thing about the roots.

He turns to look at you. "Would you, uh... mind showing me again?"

His stomach twists as you smile at him, thoroughly amused. "Sure thing. Here, let me get in there..."

You kneel beside him, knees firmly planted in the dirt beside his. You proceed to show him how to dig around the roots instead of into them for a second time that afternoon. For a second time, he finds it hard to focus with you so close, but he fights that a little harder this time.

"Here," you hand him back the trowel, "give it another shot."

He can't miss the way the look you give him is so damn encouraging. You've given him plenty of variations on that look by now, with various degrees of concern thrown into the mix. He proceeds to try digging up the pepper plant again, the sun boring down on the back of his neck as he does it.

"Am I getting it right, now?" he asks, glancing up at you quickly.

"Couldn't do it better myself," you nod exaggeratedly, and he fakes throwing dirt at you in retaliation.

It gets a laugh out of you, clear and joyful. It stirs something inside him, the feeling that's been nagging at him sort of often these days. It hits him like a ton of bricks in that moment that this is the feeling he used to chase all the way down the bottles, the sort of rush he used to think would make up for everything else.

He must've made a face when he realized it, because your brows furrow in concern.

"Are you o-" you start, but you're cut off short by a girlish squeal further down the field.

Him and you both shoot up, surveying the surroundings.

"Jas?" you half-shout, concerned.

"I think I need some help," her voice pipes up sheepishly, and the two of you finally spot her, fallen on her butt among the sunflowers.

You huff, relieved, and tell him you've got it with a brief touch on his arm before you leave in Jas's direction. Now that he knows she's not hurt, he can go back to making sense of his thoughts, yet he barely registers the lingering feeling of your fingers on his forearm.

He kneels and gets back to work, distraught. His first instinct is to worry. The therapist Harvey connected him with cautioned him pretty early on about the way some addicts replaced one addiction with another, and that all good things should perhaps be enjoyed in moderation while he was on the road to recovery.

You're the best thing in his life by far, but he failed to keep you at arm's length a long time ago now. He's not dense enough to be unaware that he's developed some pretty strong feelings for you. But this particular feeling is new-ish, and he doesn't quite know what to make of it. As his fingers dig up the pepper plant out of the ground and he gently removes chunks of dirt from the roots, Shane hopes really hard this doesn't mean he's allowed himself to veer all the way of the right path he's been trying so hard to stick to.

He hates to think about it, but maybe he needs to cool off on seeing you so often so he can at least get a grip. He can't even recall the last time he went a day without seeing you. Sometime in the spring, probably? It's the very end of summer now.

After he's transferred the plant to the wheelbarrow, Shane stands up and looks around. You're still helping Jas uproot some sunflowers, even though her initial job was just to collect the stray seeds. Officially, he and her were there to help you wrap up the summer crops so you could transfer some to your greenhouse. In reality, he was helping you; Jas was causing more trouble than she was helping, but you didn't seem to mind at all, more than happy to show her over and over how to handle things properly.

He didn't know how you did it. It's like you had an endless well of patience, and he knew he ought to have reached the pit of it by now. And yet, he had not. There were depths to your kindness that reached far enough that even after dealing with him through his recovery, you still had plenty left for Jas in all her fumblings and ill-advised adventures.

For the rest of the afternoon Shane managed to clear his mind and just keep working somewhat efficiently. Marnie came around just before dinnertime to get Jas, who was too exhausted from running around by then to protest. Marnie had also let him know she'd save him a portion of dinner for when he came home, but to take his time, which he'd made sure to thank her for.

It wasn't long until Jas left before you and him moved on to replanting the uprooted plants into the greenhouse. He liked that part more than the digging up; liked the hazy warmth of the greenhouse more than the blaring heat of the field. The two of you worked mostly in silence, both exhausted, him perhaps more than you.

After you planted the last of yours and he was halfway through his own last plant, he heard you clap your hands together to shake the dirt off your gloves, before you fully shrieked.

"What's wrong?" he quickly turned towards you.

"Your neck!" you replied, walking over to him. "Did you not put on sunscreen like I told you to?"

Shane instinctively reaches for the back of his neck, and while the sunburn doesn't hurt yet, he can feel the tell-tale heat coming off of it.

"Ah, shit. Think I missed a spot."

You tut at him, shooing his hand off so you can take a better look.

"You big idiot," you chastise him affectionately. "You're lucky I have an infinite amount of aloe in the house from last summer."

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As Shane steps out of the shower and into your steam-filled bathroom, he can already tell he'll be sore from all this work. He doesn't know how you do this every day. He tries to get a look at himself in the mirror, but it's too fogged up. Probably better that way, he thinks.

He's used your shower plenty of times before, and he's glad that at the very least it doesn't feel as awkward as it used to. While he was still in the pits of getting sober, you'd graciously let him stay over on your couch so Jas didn't have to see him struggle when it got too hard. He still doesn't know why you did that, or how to repay you for it.

After putting on his clothes, he steps out into your living room, where you're waiting for him with a huge tub of the goo you intend to smear on his sunburn. You've showered too, and made him do it after you because otherwise you claimed he'd just wash off the aloe later, which was probably right.

"C'mere," you beckon him over to sit on the arm of your couch.

He chuckles. It's funny to him, how bossy you get when you're trying to take care of him. Nevertheless, he does as he's told and dutifully sits down like you instruct him. And waits.

Nothing happens.

"You okay back there?" he asks, looking over his shoulder.

You raise a brow. "Aren't you gonna take off your shirt? How am I supposed to get this on you otherwise?"

He feels a bubble of panic rush up. He's in better shape than he used to be, but he's still not much to look at, and he doesn't like the idea of you finding that out like this. "Is that really necessary?"

You sigh, and he knows there will be no convincing you. He feels the tips of his ears burn as he lifts his shirt over his head, dropping it at his feet and taking precious care not to look back at you. "Happy?" he mumbles.

"Hmhm," you hum quietly behind him.

You bring your aloe-coated fingers to his burning skin, and instantly he feels consumed by ice-cold flames. He was not prepared for you to touch him quite so gently, to work the gel into his skin in tiny, careful circles. His throat runs dry as he's reminded of his earlier conclusion that he needs to take some time away from you, for both of your sakes. If the way his body is reacting to this isn't proof, he doesn't know what would be.

You let him know you're done, and he promptly puts his shirt back on. He wishes he hadn't when the stickiness gets a hold of the collar.

"So, just a heads up," you start, screwing the jar of aloe vera shut, "I'm gonna be really busy tomorrow I think. So maybe hanging out in the evening when I'm done would be better?"

He's taken aback by the way this is coming up faster than he anticipated. Still, No time like the present I guess, he thinks to himself.

"About that," he clears his throat, "I think it might be better if I spend some alone time for a while."

He watches you still. You look up at him slowly, visibly confused. "Have I done something wrong?" you ask, and it kills him. "I'm sorry if I have, I know I can be a little overbearing sometimes," you start to ramble, but he cuts you off.

"No, no, none of that," he tries to reassure you. "It's just, uh, how do I say this," he scratches at his head, genuinely at a loss. "Remember how I told you my therapist said I should, like, maybe be careful about things I enjoy a lot? And about... strong emotions?"

You nod, but he can tell from your slight frown you're still confused.

"Well, it's kinda like that. I feel really good when I'm with you. Maybe a little too good. Strong stuff. But I don't wanna depend on you to feel... good. I wanna keep this healthy, yeah?"

You ponder his words, and he can tell he hasn't really gotten his point across. "I mean, I think I get where you're coming from, maybe? But Shane, I think it's okay for you to have a support system. Is it really so bad if being with a friend makes you feel good? I think that's how most people feel."

He shakes his head, huffing. "No, it's not like that."

"Then what is it like?"

His eyes meet yours, and he feels weak. "Please don't make me say it," he whispers.

"Shane," you reach out to touch his shoulder, "You're worrying me."

He swallows. Before he knows it, it tumbles out of him. "I have feelings for you. I have for a while. And lately it's gotten a little out of control. So I need some time away from you to get over it, okay? I don't want things to be weird. I need you too much to have things be weird. So I need to figure it out before it gets there."

You stare at him, and he sees so many emotions run across your face that he gets dizzy.

"You... what?" you say quietly after a while.

He feels heat rise from his chest all the way to his ears, like some twisted type of nausea. "Forget it, alright? That's not the point I'm trying to make. I just..." he breathes, "I'll see you in a few days, yeah?"

He doesn't wait for a response. He goes for the door right away, in a real hurry to leave this place where everything is so blatantly yours, down to the smell of your lotion lingering in the air from your bare legs.

But you don't let him leave. He feels your hand on his arm, a real grip this time, and the next thing he knows you're reaching for his neck and bringing his mouth to meet yours. Shane thinks he's forgotten how to make his blood run, how to make his lungs breathe, how to make his limbs move. You're pressing your lips on his with a fervor he didn't even know you had in you. Then, with an instinct of its own, his body kicks back into gear, and he feels himself wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer yet as he pours all the energy he has left into kissing you back.

It's desperation that compels him, because he never imagined this would ever happen outside of his mind, outside of his daydreams. He's not even convinced he'll ever get to do it again, so he's making this one count.

He genuinely has no idea how much time has passed when you break away from him, panting. You're not saying anything, just searching his eyes with yours.

"Please say something," he eventually breathes.

He watches as you swallow, then exhale loudly. "I don't want to see you in a few days only. I wanna see you now and in the middle of the night and every moment of every day. I don't want you to go and get over me, because I don't think I'll be able to get over you if you do, Shane. So don't leave me. Stay. Please."

Your words fluster him a great deal more than he already is. "Okay," he nods, in a half-daze.

"Yeah?" you make sure, still catching your breath.

"Yeah," he confirms. "Anything for you. Of course."

#shane x reader #shane x farmer #stardew shane #sdv shane #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley shane #stardew valley #sdv

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yagamiluvr · 3 years

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Hello there! I would like to request an attack on titan head canon for eren, erwin, connie, armin, jean , levi and yamir, reacting to making there s/o (reader) squirt for the first time, maybe reader gets all shy about it? Pretty please

omg my first nsfw request 😳 thank you for this, anon! sorry if these are short and kinda trash, but i hope you like them nonetheless :))

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, smut/nsfw!

THE AOT CHARACTERS REACTIONS TO YOU SQUIRTING FOR THE FIRST TIME + HOW THEY COMFORT YOU IF YOU GET SHY ABOUT IT (various characters x reader headcanons)

EREN

looks at you with a shit-eating grin

he feels SO proud of himself

lighthearted teasing

"damn baby, did i really make you feel that good?"

if he notices you getting shy, he'll lean down and pepper kisses all over your neck

literally the cockiest mf ever

he's so annoying

but you still love him anyway

ERWIN

he's extra gentle with you when you reach your high

PRAISE!!!

"you did so well, my darling."

gives you SO many kisses

he's super huge on aftercare, so he helps clean you up all while reassuring you and reminding you that he loves you

hands down the sweetest guy ever

CONNIE

he's honestly shocked at first

also lowkey amused?

"so you're telling me this kinda stuff doesn't only happen in porn?"

connie loves to lighten the atmosphere by cracking some jokes, so if you get self-conscious, he'll pull you close and do his best to make you feel more comfortable by telling you about a funny thing he saw the other day

anything to distract you, really

he absolutely adores you, and he'd do anything to help you feel better about yourself

ARMIN

ARMIN MY SWEET BOY

he honestly finds the squirting really hot

but the moment he senses you feeling awkward he's literally ALL over you

kisses, words of affirmation, deadass SO AFFECTIONATE it's so cute

"h-hey! hey, lovely, it's okay! look at me- don't be shy, i promise i don't mind. really!"

cuddles you close afterwards, holding onto you like there's no tomorrow

best boy ever i literally cannot

JEAN

kind of a similar reaction to connie's

"how'd you do... uh, that?"

"oh, so it's not just a porn thing?"

dumbass lol

after he gets over his initial confusion, he's INCREDIBLY turned on by it

some of your cum got on his lower stomach, so he swipes his fingers across it and slips them into your mouth, making you taste yourself

and as much as he loves seeing you flustered, he's always quick to help relax you

when you get shy, he'll resort to kissing your lips, your neck, your torso- not an inch of you goes untouched

in between each kiss, he mumbles sweet nothings to you, reminding you that he loves you and that you're everything to him

LEVI

good LORD this man knows how to treat you well

it gives him such satisfaction to see you cum all over him; he loves seeing you come undone for him

somewhat like erwin, he particularly enjoys aftercare

(it's probably his incessant cleaning habits that make the cleaning up/aftercare so enjoyable for him)

if you feel insecure, he'll take both your hands in his and gently kiss your knuckles

"hey. there's no need to hide away from me, you know. what're you getting all bashful for? it's only me."

he's not the best at comforting but he does his best

because he really does love you

a lot

YMIR

oh my god ymir thinks it's the hottest thing ever

she already loves seeing you release at her touch, but now this???

trust me when i say she LOVES it

"god, (y/n), you're so fucking hot."

she absolutely adores hyping you up, so if you feel insecure, she won't hesitate to remind you how she feels

PET NAMES she lovessss pet names oh my goodness

and the occasional teasing of course

"now don't go getting all shy, pretty baby..."

"gorgeous, there's no need to worry about that. i can assure you i don't mind it. in fact, i loved it! no, really. you should try doing that more often for me, yeah?

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stoneworldsimp · 3 years

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Can l request an senku x crybaby S/O? Where they are very sensitive to their own emotions and to theirs if they think senkus in a bad place they really try their best to make him feel better like sewing him a sweater, a handmade blanket and some maintenance since he doesnt take of himself from working very hard like a feet message.

Hi!! Oh my goodness thanks SO much for being patient. I appreciate it so much, anonymous messenger. I took a few liberties when making this, but.. I do hope you like it. :)

breathe,

senku x reader

warnings: crying, anxious thoughts, a kiss in the end

it was a good idea, no! a great idea. he’ll be sure to enjoy the gesture.

you reached the front of the lab, about to go in. making yourself known, you called out senku’s name. he called back to come in, and excitedly, you put your hand behind your back to hide the flowers. “i have a surprise for you, i found this huge meadow and—“

“hold on.”

“oh!” you suddenly realized that he was deep in thought, continuously jotting something down on the table. of course he was still busy. “i can wait, if that’s alright.”

he hummed in response.

minutes passed while you leaned against the wall of his lab, and it started to feel awkward. you waited for his okay to give him the small present you collected; a bundle of flowers from a field you came across just an hour or two before. you felt it was fitting to give some to him, he was always working hard, and though there was payoff from his finished projects, you always sensed that it never ended for him. just looking at the slight bags under his eyes made you tired; the heaviness reached your heart every time.

you also noticed how no one really gave him something in return, as a thank you or to even tell him he was appreciated. he wasn’t particularly a fan of flowers, you knew, but it was an on-the-fly decision.. and frankly, you just wanted to show him, not just tell him, that his knowledge means everything to you and the rest of the village.

for just a second, a split second, you saw him glance up from his work. you thought an eternity passed before he even acknowledged you again.

“…can you come later? i’m busy.”

“oh,”you drew yourself back into a corner. the strain on your arm became much more evident as you felt embarrassment sink in. was he mad? no, he’s probably tired. but he didn’t act like that around anyone else… no. he’s tired. he’s frustrated. i think, i think i saw some scribbles on his paperwork.

you placed the handful of flowers on the edge of the table, some smashed from your grip and some fallen to the ground, and walked away promptly. you kept yourself from saying good bye; you felt it’d make everything even more awkward. what if he really is mad at me for interrupting his work? he probably was in the zone.. and i ruined it. this was the worst way to tell him you appreciated everything.

a wipe to your face made your hand wet. it was hard to hold your anxious feelings in; sometimes even your anger turned into tears. silent crying became your super power after realizing how much worse it became when you made any noise. with a quiet sigh, you shook your head; you couldn’t get senku’s annoyed and dismissive expression out of your head. he’s sick of you, he’s sick of you, he’s totally sick of you and your horrible timing.

by the time you made it to your hut, your vision had become almost completely blurry. you flopped to your back and covered yourself with a blanket, finally letting a sob escape you. he works so hard, and that was how i repaid him? he’s probably pissed that i messed up his concentration. humiliation filled your chest the more you thought about the interaction. you tapped your forehead with your fingertips in an attempt to bring yourself back to earth; even you knew you had to take a moment to breathe. there was a way to fix it. another way to show him.

—

“can i come in?”

senku was met with silence; quite honestly, he was ready to wait outside your door for as long as it took for you to respond.

after you walked away in the lab, he knew he fucked up a little bit.

“i, i have something for you.”

the note he held started to feel gross in his hands, and so he sat down and slipped it under your door. to his relief, he heard shuffling around, and… did you give the note back? no, the paper was a different color. it was slightly bigger, too.

you both sat against each other, only the door to your hut separating you from touching. it was a safe barrier, you thought, and it helped you gain the courage to give him something.

it was less, even less than the fistful of plants from earlier. but, you decided, it was good to get the point straight across. no beating around the bush.

you heard him open the note.

YOU ARE APPRECIATED

a smile grew on his face; judging by the deep indent of your makeshift pencil on the paper and double underline of the message, you were very adamant to tell him this. suddenly your random visit and leave from earlier made sense. “were you trying to tell me this in the lab today?”

you didn’t respond; you only focused on how warm your face was when you opened his note.

you have my heart

he sighed before he continued. “i’m sorry for ignoring you like that, right when… you were attempting to tell me something that, that really means a lot to me.”

you leaned the back of your head against the door. “you deserve it. you work so hard that you don’t catch too many breaks. and nobody says anything, because, well.. they see how amazing your brain power is, but they don’t think of you as someone who can get exhausted.” you held his note to your chest. “after a while, they don’t thank you, either… it isn’t bad to forget sometimes. but i want to make an effort to remember. y’know..BLEGH, i should’ve waited until you weren’t busy—or, weren’t as busy—“

“no, i’m glad you came to the lab today.” looking down, senku held your note in his hand gently; he wanted to keep it in as pristine condition as he could. “thank you for the wake-up call.”

somewhat of a comfortable silence fell between you two. neither of you could see the other, but both of you shared the same warmth. it enveloped your insides, reaching your chest and cheeks and hands. you were sure you could feel his smile through the door.

“hey senku,” you said after a while, a smile on your face,”i like you.” you got up from your spot, brushing your legs off as you heard senku get up too.

senku laughed almost immediately after, and replied,”oh, really?”

you opened the door and saw him standing, smirk painted across his face. nodding your head gently moved the rest of your body; you closed your eyes right as you felt his hands take yours, notes still being held.

senku held them against his cheeks near the corners of his mouth; his head was dipped down slightly but his eyes were on your own lips. “i guess i like you too,”he mumbled.

you hummed fondly, opening your eyes; you wrapped your hands around his jaw and brought his face closer for a kiss. small and sweet, you both blushed when you broke away.

#dr stone #dr stone x reader #senku ishigami x reader #senku x reader #ishigami senku x reader #ishigami senku #senku ishigami #dr stone imagines #dr stone scenarios #senku ishigami fluff

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Interest II

Characters: Kaeya, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,020

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: Sometimes emotions can be confusing. In those times it can be easier to shut down. After all, wouldn’t finding the truth out be scarier?

In which the reader assumes their character is disinterested, and pulls away.

Author’s Note: I wrote a lot tonight! It was nice to write for multiple characters again, made me feel like the good old days, or something.

Hope I’m finally getting back on schedule and hope you enjoy!

Kaeya

If Kaeya flirted with you, he also flirted with all of Mondstadt; or so you kept telling yourself.

You liked the cavalry captain, you liked him a lot. It was easy to like him, as easy as breathing air. The thickets of romance, the awkward looks, the stilted conversations, the dying words. None of those things existed in Kaeya.

If there were roses there were thorns too, and though you tried to convince yourself that this emotion, this easiness was something good, there was a part of you that fought back at the idea. The reason things were so easy with Kaeya was because of one simple reason. He didn’t like you. Or not the way you liked him. Kaeya flirted with all of Mondstadt after all, and you were merely one library assistant in the middle of an entire country. Your existence wasn’t one for the history books. Not compared to the man that you’d managed to fall hopelessly in love with anyways.

At first you tried to ignore those voices, that cynical side of yourself that existed only, it seemed, to make you unhappy. You weren’t necessarily an optimist by nature, but you were a bit of a hopeless romantic, and flirting or not you at least hoped to get your point across. Delivering Kaeya’s library requests first, always going up to him at lunchtime to talk, even giving him a special gift for the Windbloom festival. You really did try, you didn’t think that the opposite could be argued. Still things continued on as relatively normal however, Kaeya’s flirting never seeming to grow particularly towards you. Eventually it became harder and harder to avoid the voice in your head sneering you were wasting your time. Or maybe you were just tired.

Either way the answer seemed to be obvious. You knew when the answer was to count your losses and move on, and surely this was one of those times. Kaeya wasn’t going to see you as a partner, he just wasn’t. That didn’t mean he wasn’t kind, or that your conversations with him weren’t lovely, or even that you weren’t still in love with him. Still, wasn’t it time to move on to kinder winds? You wanted a clean break, wanted an end to your painful waiting; didn’t want to experience that clench in your heart when you watched Kaeya flirting with someone else as the point just drove further and further home. You wanted reprieve, and the only way to do that was to admit the obvious. This wasn’t going to happen.

So you gave up, or did your best attempt at giving up. You still spoke to Kaeya, the gods knew you probably couldn’t stand not speaking to him. You still tried to keep as light as before, tried to retain the dynamic, for something was better than nothing. Yet your days of simply chasing after him were over, and as you settled into you schedule of new normalcy you found, though things weren’t necessarily easier, at least they seemed simpler. Besides, how much had really changed? Kaeya most likely didn’t notice.

“Kaeya, the manuscript you requested on Liyue trade history came in yesterday. There were also a few other things that came in, though Lisa told me they’re classified.”

“Oh Lisa, always a stickler for rules. Would you like to know what I requested?”

“Like you would actually tell me,” you snorted. “No, I’m fine. It’s none of my business.”

“Aw,” Kaeya pouted slightly, crossing his arms in front of him. He seemed to be doing that more often these days, though maybe you were simply imagining it. “Where’s your sense of adventure darling? You seemed to have lost it somewhere.”

“I’m just following rules,” you pointed out.

Something had shifted about the conversation at some point, and you were suddenly feeling an undercurrent that hadn’t been there before. Finding it uncomfortable you quickly removed the space between you and Kaeya, reaching out to place the brown paper wrapped books into his hands. Taking them Kaeya lifted an eyebrow. Turning around he went to put them on his desk.

The momentary reprieve in atmosphere you felt quickly died, as before you had time to turn around the cavalry captain was back, this time leaning closely towards you.

“What is it?” You asked. This was certainly Kaeya behavior, but it still startled you nonetheless.

“You’re acting funny.”

“What? I’m acting completely normal.”

“If you say so.”

But the tone conveyed that Kaeya didn’t agree one bit. A smirk painting his lips he turned around, though something bitter seemed to flash behind his eyes, and for a moment you wondered if he had somehow caught on to the secret you’d been hoping to keep to yourself.

After that things seemed to continue on as normal for a few weeks. If Kaeya’s books were secretly transgressive, they certainly weren’t doing anything actively, and life as an assistant librarian to the Knights of Favonius retained its languid, unhurried pace. Still a part of you had never forgotten about that weird snippet of conversation, one which was doing a surprisingly good job at eating away at you.

You were almost relieved when Kaeya brought the matter up again.

“Is something wrong darling?”

“You asked me that two weeks ago Kaeya.”

“Really? It’s been that long? I must be neglecting my duties,” he let out a careless sort of laugh, before his eyes steadied. “I was hoping that this time I might get a more honest answer.”

“So you think I’m lying to you when I’m saying nothing’s wrong?”

“Yes.”

“But I’m not! How could I be lying to both you and myself.”

“I find that doing such a thing is a surprisingly easy task. Nevertheless, even if you aren’t lying, there is something wrong.”

“And what would that thing be, Mr. Expert?” For some reason this conversation was aggravating you. Maybe because you couldn’t decide whether or not he was right.

“I don’t know, I was hoping you could tell me. I can’t say sorry for something I’m not aware of, I don’t know what I did. You do though. So the sooner you tell me what’s wrong the sooner things can go back to normal.”

“What do you mean by normal Kaeya? If anything this is more normal. Not that things have changed that much. I’m sorry I don’t deliver your books first, if that’s what you’re complaining about. But frankly, I don’t see what you’re so upset about? You’ve got plenty of other friends, so why are you complaining to me?”

Maybe it wasn’t your best use of logic, but your ability to circle around the focus of the conversation, the unspoken emotions that still burned through you, was somewhat lacking.

“This is not normal. I’m not talking about library books, I’m talking about friends. Or maybe avoidance. You’ve been avoiding me lately, even if you aren’t doing it completely. It wounds me, you know. My dearest companion, what did I do to earn their ire?”

“You did nothing.”

“That’s obviously a lie.”

“It’s not.”

“It is,” Kaeya voice was clipped, matching your same tone. Even now he was shifting himself to better fit the atmosphere in the room, something you normally valued so deeply.

“It’s not. It’s really not! That’s the problem Kaeya, don’t you see?” Tears that had threated the corners of your eyes were now burning across your vision, as your emotions finally broke through the paltry excuse for a dam you’d been building. “You’ve done nothing, you’ve never done anything. You’re always nice, and flirty, and a bit shameless. And that’s fine! It’s not your fault that you don’t feel like I feel for you. I don’t want to make you feel guilty. You flirt with everyone, and that’s fine. I don’t care! I really don’t. I don’t want to burden you. Still, can’t you just let me feel upset by it? Can’t you just let me give up? Do you know how painful it is not to give up? Why won’t you let me at least do that, but no! Instead you come in here talking about how everything’s different, as if I’ve offended you, or as if you worry would change anything. Of course it won’t! And it shouldn’t! But damn it Kaeya, I just want to be upset!”

By this time Kaeya had closed the space between you two, wrapping his arms around you and running soft, slightly cool, fingers through your hair. You nestled into him, despite yourself. You were so tired and so angry, and right now it didn’t really seem to matter who you cried on as long as you were crying on someone. Letting yourself be carried away by your emotions you let your ragged breathing unleash itself inside the walls of Kaeya’s office.

Eventually you calmed down. Though you expected Kaeya to step away when your breathing evened out, instead he remained there, continuing to run comforting fingers though you hair, his other hand gently cradling your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that was the reason.” It was simple, direct. Undeniably Kaeya.

“What else would be the reason,” you grumbled.

“I don’t know. It’s why I asked. Thank you for answering me.”

“You forced me into it.” There was no true venom behind your words. You were sure Kaeya knew that.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“No.”

“Not yet?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.”

“That’s alright. Now’s not the best time anyways, since I ought to look my best. Not that I don’t look amazing already, but I should dress up for an occasion such as that. Still, I hope that eventually you’ll allow yourself to live in a way that doesn’t make you unhappy. Sometimes we can’t do that. This time you can.”

“Maybe.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting for you darling, and you know how impatient I am.”

“What if you have to wait for a long time?” You were feeling quite contrary.

“Then I’ll wait. After all, I’ll have quite the reward for my patience.”

You smiled into Kaeya. Despite yourself, you knew it wouldn’t be that long.

Xiao

With Xiao, the question was always boundaries. How far is too far? How far is not far enough? It was an endless maze, even if it was a maze you would gladly continue to explore, sure that the light at the end must lead to something truly beautiful. Still, you didn’t exactly need your emotions to come in and complicate something already so difficult to navigate.

At first you tired to ignore, to take a page from the book the yaksha you’d so hopelessly fallen for had written. Yet if was much harder than it ought to be, for loving Xiao seemed to come as naturally as breathing, and no amount of looking for faults seemed to be doing much to change that. After all, everyone has faults, and nothing could change the innate goodness you saw in Xiao, the wonder and light that he carried with him, despite his millennia of hardships.

At first you thought to tell him, to cross that border, find that boundary and test it with all the patience it had taken to test and cross those other boundaries.

“Xiao?”

“Mmm.”

“I, I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“I, I made you some Almond Tofu!”

Xiao let his eyes widen with characteristic surprise, before leaping down nimbly from his perch to take the dish you brought out from behind your back. You watched as he ate it happily, warmth running through your veins. Nevertheless a part of you cried in frustration, perhaps even pain, for you knew you had failed to do what you had set out to do.

It wasn’t simply that you feared losing Xiao’s friendship, feared losing his respect. It was the boundaries, those invisible lines you were so careful not to step over. Xiao needed those boundaries, you knew he did. Though he had told you very little about his past, what he had told was horrific, and you hardly doubted that Xiao’s survival, his failure to spin into madness, was because of those walls he’d carefully constructed around himself. You wanted him to shed those walls yes, to slowly emerge from the darkness which he held around himself. But you weren’t ready to push him to do so, or not very much at least. It wasn’t truly in your nature to do so anyways.

So you expressed your feelings as best you could, with tofu and flowers and all the kindness you had to offer. When you weren’t working, spending your time sewing for a high-end Liyue shop, you were with Xiao. A part of you assumed that it would be enough, that if you gave Xiao enough of your time and enough of your attention the barriers would magically break down. One day you’d wake up and they’d be gone and you’d be happy, having never pushed things too far.

As nothing truly seemed to change however you grew slowly discouraged. You weren’t really aware of your flagging hopes, not really. It was more that you were busy, you were so busy. Besides, Xiao hadn’t expressed much sadness over losing your company. Perhaps he was secretly relieved, perhaps you had pushed too far at some point and he hadn’t told you. Maybe it was best that you give his boundaries time, and not push it too far.

Even looking back it was hard not to call the logic sound, or at least sound to you. In some ways you and Xiao were cut of the same cloth, and though that brought with it an understanding, it also brought its own set of issues. Neither of you were willing to walk over the line that the other drew, even if you could not see where they had actually drawn it. Even if not doing so was painful, the fear of what pain might come if you did was too great a discouragement.

So you began to slowly fade away, without being entirely aware that you were indeed doing so. You were busy after all, and Xioa was most likely too. He was still a yaksha after all, a being whose life was almost completely disconnected from your own. Surely it wouldn’t be that surprising if his views were similar? Maybe you truly had crossed a line, and that was why he never seemed to enquire after you. Or maybe it was that you hadn’t mattered all that much in the first place.

It was a wet, cold autumn day. You sighed slightly as you unlocked your door, having gotten drenched by protecting a bold of fabric you were bringing home to cut and pin. Letting out a huff, you opened the door and went to take a nap. You must’ve been tired, for it took a few seconds for the screech of surprise to leave you mouth at the sight of the unexpected intruder waiting for you.

“Xiao! You scared me!”

You stared at the yaksha, very much surprised by the sight of him. Your surprise had very little time to register though, being quickly replaced by concern for the storm so clearly gathering in Xiao’s eyes.

“You were gone for so long.”

“I’m sorry Xiao. It’s just been so busy you know, everyone’s preparing for the change in season. Besides…”

“Besides?”

“I didn’t want to bother you. I mean, I know you also have a job, and though I want you to find happiness outside of it, I don’t want to pressure you.”

Xiao’s facial expressions evidently conveyed that he was not impressed. Searching for the right words you let your gaze drift towards the floor. You weren’t sure that you were ever going to be ready for a conversation like this, but certainly not in the state you were now. Still, you owed Xiao some sort of explanation. Of course you did.

“I’m really sorry Xiao. I should have found time for you. It’s completely my fault.”

“That’s not what I want.” Xiao’s tone was gruff, frustrated. You found the frustration mirrored within yourself.

“What do you want?”

“I,” Xiao flushed. “I don’t want you to apologize. I’m not blaming you for anything. You shouldn’t apologize for nothing.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

Xiao shook his head. For a moment he just stood there, eyes stormy. Slowly though he reached out to take your hand. You found the act surprisingly comforting. You had missed Xiao’s hands, delicately built, calloused beyond believe. They felt comforting and warm and safe, and you wished you could never let go of them. Drawing strength from that you slowly raised your gaze slightly.

“What do you want, Xiao?”

At first Xiao said nothing. Perhaps he was staring at a line, contemplating whether to cross it. You had half the mind to apologize again, but managed to stop the words from coming out. You knew that it was just a force of habit. Besides, Xiao hadn’t said anything yet. A small spark of hope burned inside you, the hope that something might go well.

There was a gentle tug on your wrist and suddenly you were in Xiao’s arms, his hair gently tickling your nose.

“This,” he mumbled. “I want this.”

For a moment you felt yourself freeze in shock, but soon enough you found yourself melting into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around him. Xiao was warm like a heater, warm beyond that too. It was as if there was something in his soul. Gentle, flickering, it brought you happiness that you never thought you could imagine. You wanted to bask in it forever, it was worth any twists and turns you might have to take to reach it.

“Don’t disappear again.”

“I won’t.”

“I should have come earlier.”

“It’s alright. Hey, Xiao?”

“What?” Xiao’s arms tightened around you slightly. You didn’t want to talk much more either.

“What do you think of me?”

Xiao let out a soft snort. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

It was more than you could have ever hoped for.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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the type you bring home to mom ~ eddie kaspbrak;it chapter two

word count: 2361

request?: no

description: in which he finally brings his girlfriend home to his over protective mother, and it goes exactly as he thought it would

pairing: teen!eddie kasprak x female!reader

warnings: swearing, overbearing mother, derogatory name calling (i guess?), basically eddie’s mom just sucking

masterlist (one, two)

note: (y/n/p) = your parents’ names

I played with the hem of my dress as I walked up to the Kaspbrak household. I was regretting my choice in wardrobe, but it was too late to change now. I knew nothing would feel right anyways, I had already changed three times before I came over.

For the first time in our year long relationship, I was meeting Eddie’s mother. We had somehow managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long that I never felt like I had to meet her, and Eddie wasn’t exactly pushing for it either. As much as he loved his mom, he also knew she was manipulative and overbearing, and he often told me how he was afraid of his mom scaring me off because of these facts.

When the news eventually got out and travelled quickly through the small town of Derry, as gossip usually does, it got to Ms. Kaspbrak in no time. She immediately demanded to meet me, and Eddie set up a dinner at his house for the occasion.

Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal my tall boyfriend smiling down at me. Any tension I had melted away as I looked up at him, into those beautiful eyes that could calm me down whenever they were on me. He took my face in his hands and pulled me to kiss him. It was such a normal action that, at first, I leaned into it happily, until I realized the circumstances of my visit and quickly pushed him away.

“She’s not here,” he said, as if reading my worried thoughts. “She’s gone out to get some stuff for dinner.”

He stepped aside to let me step into the house. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory; Eddie and I had had many rendezvous there during the rare moments when his mom wasn’t home, but it felt wrong to be there on this occasion. I just wanted it to end already, and to go home or go for a long drive with Eddie.

“Come, sit,” he said, leading me to his living room. We sat close to one another on the couch, so close that we were just barley touching. Feeling his arm brush against mine sent sparks through me.

“How worried should I be?” I asked him, trying to remain as light as possible.

He sighed and shuffled in his seat. “I wish I could tell you not at all, but...”

He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him, “But it’s your mom.”

Eddie nodded. “But it’s my mom.”

One of his arms was around my waist. I hadn’t realized that the skirt of my dress had hiked up a little until the hand around my waist started to play with the hem, his fingertips brushing against my ass. His other hand touched my leg, starting lightly on my knee and then slowly travelling up my thigh till it stopped on my inner thigh. I shivered, wanting him to go further.

Most people who knew him would never believe that Eddie Kaspbrak, the hypochondriac, fast talking, former sheltered mama’s boy, would be absolutely mind blowing in bed, and constantly handsy whenever we were alone. I hadn’t even believed it until we got together, but man, Eddie knew how to make me feel absolutely amazing.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing circles in my inner thigh. I was shivering with anticipation and whimpers were escaping my lips. I could feel Eddie’s amused smirk against my neck as he placed another kiss there and lifted his head to look at me. He kissed my lips and his hand finally made its way further up my skirt.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. I practically jumped to the other side of the couch, touching my neck in hopes that he hadn’t accidentally left hickies there.

“You’re good,” he said, understanding what I had been doing.

The front door opened and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up or stay sat down, if I should move even further away from Eddie or stay exactly where I was. In the end, I stayed frozen like a deer in headlights as his mom rounded the corner, arms full of grocery bags.

“Oh,” she said when her eyes landed on me. “Is this...her?”

There was a slight leer to the way she said “her”, which made me want to squirm under her intense gaze.

“Mom,” Eddie said, a partial warning tone in his voice, “this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspbrak,” I said. “Do you, um, need any help with - ”

“No,” she cut me off. “I have it. You’re early.”

“I told her this is when to get here,” Eddie defended. “You wouldn’t tell me exactly when to invite her over.”

“Well, this is hardly dinner time,” his mother huffed. “It’ll take me a while to get dinner ready.”

“I can help,” I offered again.

“No,” she said, sharply, which told me that was the end of the matter.

I shrunk down in my spot on the couch.

“Mom,” Eddie snapped again.

She glared at me before turning to her son, trying to soften her expression for him. “I’ll let you know when the food is ready. For now...stay here.”

When she disappeared into the kitchen, Eddie immediately moved to sit next to me and took my hand in his.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I’ll get through it. It’s just dinner then we’re done, right?”

He nodded, but I could see the worry on his face still.

A while later, Ms. Kaspbrak called to tell us dinner was ready. She had made sure to place everything so that Eddie and I were sat at the heads of the table, far apart from one another, while she was sat between us. Eddie and I shared a look before sitting in our designated spots.

Dinner started with awkward silence besides our cutlery against the plates. I tried to keep my attention on my plate, but every so often I’d glance up at the Kaspbraks to see Eddie nervously glancing between me and his mother, and his mom just glaring daggers at me. The nervousness I was feeling took away my appetite, but I felt like I had to eat everything to make a good impression, if that was even possible.

“So,” Ms. Kaspbrak said, drawing our attention to her, “(Y/N). Your parents are (Y/P/N), right?”

She already knew the answer to this question. I had grown up in Derry, where everyone knew everyone. There was a reason she was asking, and I had a feeling I already knew what that reason was.

“They are, yeah,” I responded.

“And they’re divorced, aren’t they?”

“Mom!” Eddie groaned.

“It’s just a question, Eddie,” his mom said.

“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. That’s kind of old news anyways. They divorced when I was 10, dad moved to the next town over and mom got full custody of me.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very stable upbringing,” Ms. Kaspbrak commented. “I’m sure it’s taken such a toll on you, you must’ve decided to rebel somehow.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, officially admitting defeat on trying to stop his mother.

“Actually it wasn’t anything like that,” I said. “Mom and dad stayed pretty civil. There wasn’t any big fight or anything, just an agreement that they’re better off not being married. When dad moved he made sure to stay in constant contact, and comes to visit all the time or I’d go to visit him. Mom always made sure I had a roof over my head and food on the table. They both love me unconditionally, even if they’re not together.”

Ms. Kaspbrak sat back in her seat, a sour look on her face. “Well...regardless, it’s just not right to be raised by a single mother.”

Feeling a bit brave, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Eddie was raised by a single mother.”

“That’s different. My husband died, he didn’t decide to abandon me and Eddie.”

“My dad didn’t abandon us, he’s still very much a part of our lives.”

She ignored me and continued to eat. I looked across the table at Eddie to see him avoiding all eye contact with either of us as he pushed his food around on his plate. As if feeling my gaze, he looked up at me. I gave him a small smile to try and indicate that I wasn’t upset with him. I wanted him to know everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t fully believe it myself.

“How many boys have you had sex with, (Y/N)?”

The question caught me off guard and I nearly choked on the food I had just put in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, mom!” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein, Edward,” his mother chastised him.

“You can’t just ask something like that, mom, that’s none of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business. I need to make sure my son isn’t dating a slut. I remember you were friends with Beverly March before she moved away, and trust me, I heard all sorts of stories about her. Anyone who would hang around with her must be somewhat similar.”

The mention of the untrue bullshit that used to be spread about Bev made the anger within me bubble over. I was seeing red as I looked up at Ms. Kaspbrak, and I was ready to pounce.

“Actually, your son took my virginity, and I took his,” I told her. “And we have sex quite a lot, sometimes upstairs in his bedroom when you’re not home. Although, for someone who says he was a virgin I don’t know how much I believe it. Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do.”

If he was upset with me for saying all of this, Eddie’s face didn’t show it. He was sipping on his water, trying to hide the smug smile that broke out across his face.

Ms. Kaspbrak’s face turned blood red before she rose from the table. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Gladly,” I said, abandoning my dinner to quickly leave the shitty situation.

“And don’t you dare come anywhere near my son again, or else I will have the cops on you!” she threatened.

I stopped and turned back to face her. “For what? For dating your son? For showing him that there’s someone who actually cares about him without manipulating him? For finally cutting the cord that you’ve had wrapped around his neck since he was born? Ms. Kaspbrak, I understand that you’re afraid to lose your son the way you lost your husband, but being a manipulative bitch who forced him to think he had illnesses he didn’t have for years and insulting his girlfriend in front of him is not the way to keep him around. Eddie is 18 years old, he’s an adult. He can do whatever he wants, which includes dating whoever he wants and leaving this hell hole that you have the audacity to call a home. The day that you finally accept that just might be the day that Eddie finally considers you to be an actual mother.”

And with that, I decided not to overstay my welcome and left.

I was only a few feet away from Eddie’s house when I heard him calling after me. I slowed my pace just enough that he could catch up with me, but didn’t completely stop. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Kaspbrak house as I could.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed as he fell in step next to me.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“You warned me on how she would be, and I still let her get to me,” I said. “I probably made having to live there a whole lot harder.”

“It was hard to begin with, (Y/N). Nothing could make it harder than what it was,” he told me. “What you said, it was all true. Mom needed to hear that. Doesn’t mean she liked hearing it, or that she’ll actually accept it, but she needed to hear it none the less.”

“I guess I could’ve said it nicer,” I said. “Or at least not included details of our sex life.”

Eddie awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, could’ve done without mom knowing I’m a sex god.”

I gave him a look and playfully nudged him. “I never said you were a sex god.”

“Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do I believe were your exact words.”

“I only said that to make her more upset.”

“So you’re saying I’m bad at sex?”

I pushed him again. “Eddie!”

He laughed and put an arm around my waist. “I appreciate the compliment either way. And I hope you know how much I love you.”

I smiled up at him and leaned into his touch. “I love you, too.”

We walked in silence for a while and, before I knew it, we were at my house. We stopped and turned to face each other.

“Want to stay over tonight?” I asked. “I figure going home isn’t exactly the best option right now.”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “Will your mom be okay with it?”

“Of course she will, she loves you. She’ll probably even cover for you if your mom calls.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you. I love your mom.”

“And I take back my offer. Go sleep on the streets.”

I took off for my front door with Eddie hot on my trail. I tried to open it and lock him out before he caught up to me, but of course his long legs gave him an advantage. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the door, both of our laughs ringing out through the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

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fruggo · 3 years

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Hello ! I saw the enemies fo lovers things and I wanna request if possible

“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

With frank if you would and thank you

yessirrr i love frank sm it’s not ok. also umm i may have accidentally written friends to enemies to lovers or something idk. and though i wouldnt necessarily call you friends at the start, you werent really enemies yet???? idk🐸just ummm yeh i love frank

also help how do i not go overboard???? i feel like i made this way too long, please help and i am sorry

warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, frank being a bastard but then you’re like awwww he’s a cute bastard aaaaw

Things were weird with Frank, and they always had been from the moment you stepped foot in the Entity’s realm. He always tunneled you relentlessly, and that made you think of him as a big asshole, but there were some strange details tacked onto the sentiment that greatly confused you, should you think about it for more than three seconds.

Sometimes, it seemed like he went easy on you in chases, like he put in no effort. He would chase you for a while, let you waste his time, and then leave without even getting a hit on you when he definitely had the ability to.

And you hated saying this, but when he handled you, it almost felt…gentle. Granted, he was a killer, and his job was to murder you, but your experiences with him did not quite line up with those of the other survivors.

They always described trials against Frank as “stepping on legos in the middle of the night” or something akin to that. You never felt like that, though—when he chased you, it felt fair. Almost as if he played nice with you. And more often than not, the killer would let you go when he caught you. The reason remained a mystery to you until quite a bit later.

This trial, Frank was in 100% bastard mode. You had begun to think of his trials as quite easy due to his seemingly calm nature around you, so you were rather caught off guard when he downed you in the first 30 seconds of the match and tossed you onto a hook, no gentleness whatsoever.

You wanted to yell at him and ask what the fuck was wrong with him until you realized this was his fucking job, and this is how he should have been treating you all along. Maybe you had just been imagining it all, but you could have sworn he used to leave you alone more than this. Something just felt different.

After you were unhooked, he went for you again. And again. And then you were dead, completely wiped out of the trial. Frank had demolished you with no remorse.

You knew it was silly to feel betrayed, but you really couldn’t help it. In such an insane and hellish place, anything that could be even remotely perceived as kindness seemed like so much more of a big deal than it truly was. So Frank’s supposed “gentleness” with you had felt somewhat like a friend doing you a selfless favor. Of course, it was not a selfless favor, and it was certainly nowhere near kindness, because he was still a killer chasing you with a knife, but your standards had really lowered in this place.

After that trial, you were back to hating Frank for tunneling and bullying you (like you probably should). You began to understand the survivors’ saying about the legos—and you hoped that Frank would step on some legos too, because he fucking sucked sometimes.

And for a while, that’s just how it was. You nearly forgot how he used to go easier on you, and how you used to do okay in his matches. Now every time you were pit against each other it just felt like you were being stuck with a bunch of pins; you never had any time to breathe or rest or do literally anything. He just went after you until you were gone, and there was next to nothing you could do about it.

Everything changed very suddenly during a trial at Ormond.

You were expecting the same old routine with this asshole—chase, blah blah blah, die. You hardly had energy to fight back anymore.

So when he arrived out of breath at the killer shack, somehow knowing you would be here, Frank was surprised to find you relaxing under the window with your arms loosely crossed, a disapproving scowl upon your countenance. It was enough to make him hesitate in his tracks.

You let out a deep breath, refusing to break eye contact with his mask; you kept up that menacing frown for as long as you could, trying to make him feel guilty (who knows if it was even possible for him to feel guilty? But it was worth a try).

“Just kill me,” you said, voice steady and seemingly unbothered. Underneath the surface, you were trembling, but you stood your ground. “That’s what you’re gonna do, isn’t it? You’re going to chase me until I’m miserable and kill me off as soon as you can?”

Frank went still, not even fidgeting with his knife like he usually did; he was intrigued by your sudden confidence.

You went on. “I’m really sick and tired of you, you know that? I’m sick of you and your bullshit. Why can’t you treat me like everybody else? At first, you went easy on me. Now you just torture me with your stupid mind games, and frankly, I’m sick of playing! I’m done with you—I don’t care anymore! Just kill me, and I’ll get out of your way, okay asshole? Mori me if you want. I don’t give a shit.”

You put your hands up exasperatedly, fully expecting him to take the offer and just send you back to the campfire right then and there. But the man sighed, pocketed his knife, and sat down right next to you as if this were a normal thing for him to do.

You scooted a few inches away out of instinct. Frank noticed, but he chose not to say a word about it.

It was a long time before he said anything, and when he finally did, you wanted to punch him so bad.

“It’s complicated,” he mumbled. And that was all.

Oh, yeah? It was complicated? You scoffed, hanging your head with a bitter smile. “Oh, okay. Sure.”

Silence again.

Awkward, suffocating silence.

And then Frank got up and left. You were unbothered for the remainder of the trial, not even a scratch or bruise on your body.

Sometimes you simply did things, and you didn’t know why. This thing that you just did was irrational, stupid, unplanned, unwise, and everything in-between, and you knew it was, but frequently you just had no impulse control. Perhaps it was the Entity’s influence, or maybe you had always been this way—you couldn’t really remember.

How did you get here again? Why were you laying on the ground? And why did your leg hurt so fucking much?

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, you remember now.

Funnily enough, it seems as though the Entity, along with certain killers, did not like it when survivors tried to enter their side of the forest! But you did it anyways, and it appeared that you had suffered the consequences. It’s not like you had put much thought into it; where was the point in that when nothing mattered anymore and you were stuck in an endless cycle of death?

You remembered entering the killer’s woods, looking around, and doing…something. What was that something? You couldn’t be sure, but then you remembered somebody coming up to you and probably definitely hurting you. Yep, your leg definitely was in a lot of pain. You couldn’t even look at it. Did you pass out for a while? Maybe. How long were you out for?

You lay still there for a while, thinking. Man, it really hurt, and boy, were you miserable. Maybe more miserable than you’d ever felt here. The Entity normally healed wounds immediately, but perhaps you had just angered it so much you deserved to suffer.

Oh, dear! You seemed to be passing out at this time. Yes, that was almost certainly what was happening. Black spots danced across your eyes as your body began to feel distant and numb, but you didn’t feel very worried about it. In fact, you felt like making jokes right now, but you had nobody to make jokes to and you probably couldn’t even speak.

Just as you began to accept it, there was a strange thumping sensation vibrating through the ground growing closer…and closer…

Footsteps! That’s good!

Oh. Not if it’s a killer. That’s not good, probably.

But you had no way of protesting when you felt yourself being picked up, because those black spots in your eyes were dancing a lot faster now, perhaps something akin to an Irish jig, and you also couldn’t feel your limbs.

Then you were fast asleep again, dreaming of Irish dancers who were actually big fluffy cloud people wearing leprechaun clothes. Nobody but you would ever know this, and it was going to stay that way.

On the bright side, it made it a lot easier for your rescuer to carry you to safety like this.

When you awoke once more, you were horrified to find yourself in the Ormond lodge of all places. You knew immediately what had happened and were determined to escape as soon as possible.

Your injured leg proved to be a huge problem, however, and you collapsed the second you attempted to find freedom. Trying again, you collapsed once more, and probably maimed yourself further in the process.

Hearing the commotion from the second floor, your least favorite member of The Legion descended down from the main stairs, refusing to look directly at you even as he scooped you up and plunked you (gently) back onto the couch, which was rather comfortable (not that you would ever tell him that).

So he was playing it cool, huh?

Okay. You could play it cool, too. You were cool. Smooth as butter.

No. You really couldn’t be cool in a situation like this, and plus, your mind was still a little woohoo since whatever accident had occurred. Suddenly you blurted out, “Frank, I hate your guts.”

And he had the audacity to laugh. He laughed at you! He did the man chuckle thing, as if what you were saying was funny. No! You were completely serious! You did hate his guts!

Perhaps your face showed how upset you were, because he started to apologize (still laughing).

“Maybe you should go back to sleep,” Frank said after calming down a bit.

No. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You did not want to experience dancing cloud people dressed as leprechauns ever again in your life, for the rest of eternity. Never again.

So you shook your head violently, refusing to give an explanation, which just provoked Frank to anger all of a sudden. If you went back to sleep, he could have some alone time while the rest of The Legion was gone. He kept pushing, and you kept resisting, and he pushed and you resisted, until finally he gave up and let you off with a warning. If you made him mad again, he was throwing you out in the snow.

Fine with me, you said. Okay, I’ll do it right now, he said. No balls, you said.

So then Frank casually went to scoop you up in his arms again, and you started to freak out and beat your hands against his chest until he put you back down. He was was awfully mindful of your hurt leg for someone who was about to throw you into the snow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please don’t throw me out,” you fussed. You thought he wouldn’t actually do it. You didn’t know it, but you were right—he was just messing with you because it was funny seeing you scared.

After a bit more griping back and forth, Frank began to grow concerned about your leg. He didn’t know how to bring up the topic because things were so odd between the two of you; this was your first interaction since the brief encounter in the shack. But he swallowed his pride, because the wound seemed to be getting worse by the minute.

“Hey, do you want me to, uhh…get some supplies?” Frank asked awkwardly. When you didn’t understand, he continued, “Your leg? It looks like it hurts…I could fix it if you want.”

You barked out a laugh at his words, unbelieving of this shift in attitude. “Rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago,” you snickered, genuinely finding it amusing.

Frank took offense. He was trying to be nice for once, and you thought it was funny. And his situation really was complex, whether you chose to believe it or not. Maybe he should just tell you to get it off of his chest.

“Listen,” he said, voice laced with seriousness. “When I told you things were complicated, I meant it.”

Sensing the mood change from his tone and body language, you stopped smiling and decided to pay attention to him. Just this once. Never again. After this you could go back to hating him.

Frank continued. “The Entity was going to start…well, hurting me, if I didn’t start doing better in trials. I really didn’t want to sacrifice you, which is embarrassing to admit, but I’ll say it. And I don’t think it liked that.”

You were surprised. And also relieved that you had been right all along—he had been going easy on you at first.

“Why me, though?” you asked, confused. “Why wouldn’t you want to sacrifice me? What about the other survivors?”

If the slight tilt of his head at your question didn’t answer it for you, the way he started tapping his feet and cracking his knuckles so nervously did.

Boy, if looks could kill, you would have died instantly at the scowl Frank sent your way; you grinned pridefully at the realization that this man was down bad. You couldn’t see the expression behind his mask, though, which Frank was thankful for.

He hated every second of this, but you loved it. You reveled in his embarrassment.

Leaning forward on your hands, you begged, “Tell me more! I want to hear all about your feelings for me.”

“I could stab you right now, you know that?”

“But you won’t. You liiiiike me!”

“What are you, eight years old?”

“No, but I am severely injured and have lost a lot of blood so I am not necessarily in the right headspace at the moment.”

“You make a fair point.”

“So tell me! What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Your ass.”

“No, really.”

“Okay, your ass and your hair.”

“You know what, Frank, I still hate your guts.”

“No, you don’t.”

You paused for a moment. It was probably the blood loss talking, you decided later, but you said, “No. Maybe I don’t.”

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