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Hi!! Could you do a Lo’ak x reader smut where he gets back from being attacked by akula, and she’s treating his wounds and just fussing over him and how worried she was, and he fucks her to get her mind off it and ‘forgive’ him?

A/N: Hi anon!!! This idea had me FOAMING AT THE MOUTHHHHHH🤭🤭 I hope you like it! Keep sending me requests yall!!

How’s that arm?

MDNI!!🛑

Pairing: Aged Up Loak x Adult Metkayina Reader

W/c: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, cussing, dom Loak & dom reader lol, injuries, multiple orgasms, p in v, dirty talk, in public kinda

Summary: what the request says lol

Translations: pxazang- akula(reef predator), yawne- beloved, sevin- pretty

You were pacing around on the sand, you and the others were anxiously waiting for the men to get back from their hunt beyond the reef today. They had left at sunrise and it was now almost time for dinner so they had been gone for way too long for comfort.

There was one in particular you were most worried about, your mate, Lo’ak. You haven’t even been mated for a full year yet so you we’re still learning and accepting that he was reckless and this often left you worrying for him. You scolded him in your mind for not being back yet, although you know it’s a joint effort and he must follow orders.

Neytiri approached you and put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Be patient, my child. Eywa will return them back safely and in one piece.” Her words were calming but your nerves still jittered around and you felt a little queasy.

But then you heard the horn announcing their arrival. They’ve returned! Thank Eywa.

You ran to the area they were closing in on for their skimwings to come to shore. Searching for your mate, your eyes zoned in on the silhouette of two warriors on one skimming. That was strange, you mentally noted.

And as they got closer to where you could tell them apart you see that it’s… Neteyam and Lo’ak?!?

Neteyam is in front and holding Lo’ak’s arm around his shoulder as Lo’ak slumps on him for support. His arm is bleeding badly and there’s a few more cuts on his chest and face.

Just as quick as you had felt relieved to even see them return, it quickly turned back into worry. Your stomach was upside down.

“Come! He was attacked by a pxazang!” He rides up to the shallowest water he can and hauls both of them off the skimming.

You run over along with Neytiri to inspect him. He’s stopped bleeding but has lost a good bit of blood. The upper arm wound is nasty and needs to be cleaned off asap.

“Lo’ak! What were you thinking??” You scold as you and Neytiri help him off of Neteyam. “Awh yawne. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

“The skxawng strayed too far off from the boundaries we set so technically it is his fault. He was knocked off his skimwing and I heard his yelling just in time to get him away from the predator.” Neteyam explains.

“Wow bro, thanks a lot for ratting me out” Lo’ak scoffs.

You just roll your eyes because of course Lo’ak would push the limits and put himself in danger. Of course.

“Thank you, Neteyam”. He nods in acknowledgement and walks away with the other warriors.

You and Neytiri help Lo’ak go to the healer’s mauri. He was limping a little but gaining some of his composure.

…

Back at the mauri, Lo’ak sits on the floor and leans up against the wall. You knew Ronal is busy helping deliver a baby right now, but lucky for Lo’ak, you have helped treat wounds with the Tsahik many times and are confident enough to treat all of his injuries.

“I’m sorry y/n, I have to go check on ma Jake and make sure he’s okay. He’s getting too old for these things” Neytiri sighs. “Will you be able to help him?” She side eyes Lo’ak partly in annoyance because this whole thing could’ve been avoided if he would just follow the rules.

“Yes, I’ve got it from here. Thank you Neytiri.” You bid her farewell as she exits the mauri.

You slowly turn back around to face the absolute dumbass that nearly killed himself. You were feeling so many emotions. Partly glad and relieved that he even returned and survived the attack but also frustrated with his actions and worried about the gaping wound in his arms where the pxazangs’ tooth got him.

“Lo’ak! I could pluck your eyeballs out! You realize you could’ve died right??”

“Easyyy baby” he cooed. “At least I made it back, right?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You were rummaging through the bandages and medicines, getting all the supplies you’d need. You huffed and puffed, setting the supplies down at a force so hard it made it clear you were very upset.

“It’s gonna take a while for this wound to close up and we have to make sure it doesn’t get infected in the mean time.” You were clearly on edge and driving yourself crazy over this.

As you treated it with what you had available, Lo’ak hissed at the burn.

“We wouldn’t have to be doing this if you weren’t such an idiot” you spat out the last word.

Despite the pain, he couldn’t help but give you a boyish grin. You cared about him so much and it had you all worked up. He thought it was cute. It also made him horny. The way you were taking charge and being motherly made him want to put a baby in you.

You finished up with his other little nicks and scrapes and began wrapping his arm up with clean cloth. Changing out this bandage everyday was gonna be annoying and also making sure the wound stayed sterile and clean. You then made a makeshift arm sling so he wouldn’t be as sore.

“There you go. All done.” You huffed as you were still crouched over his sitting form. Right as you were about to stand up he grabbed your arm and pulled you to him. You lost your balance and fell on your knees right between his legs that were extended out.

“Hey mama, let me make it up to you, yeah?” he eyed your body in suggestion.

You quickly caught on to his dirty proposal. “Are you insane? You’re hurt and need to eat dinner and rest!”

“Ahh all that can wait, I need you first. Your pussy would heal me” he licked his lips.

He tugged you harder as you tried to stand up because you thought it was a bad idea. He grabbed your other hand and placed it on his bulge.

“You see what you do to me, huh? Let me make you feel good and ease your worries” he spoke lowly.

Curse him. He had a way of getting to you, it was evident in the now growing pool of arousal in your loincloth.

“Lo’ak we can’t, you have to be careful with your arm or it’ll make it worse.”

“You want me to beg for it? Is that what you want? I’ll beg for it, yawne” he looked up at you with lustful eyes.

He let go of you and you rose to stand up. He shifted himself to get on his knees in front of you. He held your hand and kissed it.

“Please, y/n.” He took your finger into his mouth to suck on it.

You couldn’t take the torture any longer. You wanted him just as bad.

“Okay fine! But we can’t do it here in the healer’s tent!”

“Says who?” Lo’ak asks while standing up to tower above you. “Everybody’s gathered to eat dinner right now, no one will find us” he grins and his fangs flash.

He was filthy. You can tell he liked the sick thrill of possibly getting caught in public. But what was worse is you kinda did too in this moment…

You finally smirked which was his sign of your approval. Before you could realize what was happening, he scooped your whole body up with his one arm that wasn’t hurt, cupping your pussy in his hand. He felt the wet spot that seeped through your loincloth.

“Damn sevin, so wet already? You’re just as nasty as I am and you know it” he taunted. You can’t help but blush at the accusation.

He placed you on the table and stood between your legs as he started making out with you. The kiss was passionate and rough, and you had to admit that seeing him all beat up and bruised kinda (really) turned you on.

He pulled away from your lips and a string of saliva connected you two. He watched you to see how you’d react and you turned a darker purple at this. He just grinned and let the saliva fall on his chin, making a mess already.

“Take this off for me” he tugged on your top. It would’ve taken him a minute to untie it with just one hand and he was already losing patience.

You carefully untied the back and let it slip down. He threw it to the side and growled at the sight before him, his pupils dilated and tail thrashing about in excitement.

He wasted no time to take one nipple into his mouth. You threw your head back at the sudden sensation and bit your lip trying not to sound too desperate.

“Let me hear you, my girl” he said in between switching to the other nipple.

“Lo’ak!!” You were squirming, needing more.

“Hmm?” He gleefully hummed.

“More!! Need more!” You pushed his head away and grabbed a hand full of his braids to bring him lower to your most needy spot. He just smirked and understood your message, lowering himself to his knees.

“Patience, yawne. I’m gonna get you” he was teasing you and only rubbed your nub through your loincloth that was damp.

You whined because you wanted his cock deep inside you already.

He then laid his face on your pussy with your cloth still there as a barrier and breathed in your scent. “Mmm my favorite smell in all of Pandora” he said while then rubbing his nose all around your heat. He grabbed the top of your cloth in his mouth and tugged it down while looking in your eyes. Your face was scrunched up in desperation. You untied the back of your cloth to help the man out and he rose up with your clothing piece in his mouth, looking like a proud animal with his finest catch.

He let the piece fall to the ground and stared in awe at your bare pussy, licking his lips and practically drooling at you on display for him. He could only manage to breathe out a “Fuck.”

“Can’t wait any longer, please Lo’ak!!” He loved teasing you but he realized it was time to stop teasing. He got his own cloth off impressively quick with his one hand. His length flew up to smack his stomach, he was rock hard.

He lined himself up with your aching hole and easily slipped in due to your arousal. Both your heads flew back and whiny moans escaped your lips as he went deeper, filling you up just right.

“Fucking hell, y/n. Taking it so well, good job baby” he praised.

Tears were already welling up in your eyes at the unbelievable pleasure. It never got old.

He started an even pace, making sure his tip kissed your cervix with every thrust. He was already losing his mind but he wanted it to last.

Your juices already covered his lower stomach and hips, splashing and sticking with every movement. He wished he could fuck you like an animal with all his strength but his arm limited him.

“Gonna cum?” It was a rhetorical question, he knew you were about to by the way you were squeezing him and that fucked out look in your glazed eyes.

“Mhmm!! Gonna cum Lo’ak!!” you declared and his ears perked up to the sweet sound.

“Do it, pretty girl. Right on my cock” he panted, and that was all it took for you to explode on him.

“Mmmmm fuckkk!” you squirted on his stomach and he relished in the sight and feeling, as he continued pounding you to let you ride out the high. He was in awe.

Now you were very sensitive and his dick still moving in you somehow felt even better, and you didn’t think that was possible. You were biting your lip trying to hold back a delirious smile from your enjoyment. He just chuckled and let it boost his ego.

Glancing over at his arm in the sling, you suddenly got the notion to do the work for him since he was hurt and you didn’t want him straining himself trying to please you. So, you pushed back on his chest and his dick slipped out, causing him to complain.

“Heyyy!! You think we’re done? I’m still gonna get one more out of you, sweet thing”

You smiled in response. “Sit.” You demanded and his head slightly tilted in question. “Sit now!” Then he knew what was happening.

“Shittt, all you had to was ask”, he sat and sprawled his legs out, putting his one functioning arm behind his head.

You quickly went over and sat down on him, sinking down until your pelvises met.

He tried to caress your boob but you pinned that arm down beside of him and started bouncing ruthlessly. He was startled and his eyes grew wide. He knew by your current state that you were gonna milk him dry.

“F-fuck yawne, s-slow down” he tried talking sense into you but you were in demon mode now. He started this so you were gonna finish it.

“Time for you to take it, pretty boy” you say seductively.

His face was screwed up as he felt his incoming orgasm. You felt another one stirring in you as well.

“W-well I take it that you forgive me, huh?” He grunted, trying to restrain himself.

You nod your head frantically while devilishly smiling. You were gonna be the death of him.

“Y/n, I’m about to cum!” Lo’ak proclaimed.

“Fill me up, please” you begged him and it made him snap with an intense orgasm. You felt the sensation of his cum spurting into your womb and it made your coil snap as well.

You both rode out your climaxes on each other, taking one another for all you had. The moment was pure bliss.

You slumped down to lay on him. “Gonna put me to sleep, girl.” You giggled and kissed his nose affectionately.

“Oh yeah, how’s that arm?” You asked mid-yawn, remembering his injury and realizing he successfully distracted you from all your worries. You drifted away in his arms.

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steddieunderdogfics · 13 days

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @wynnyfryd! Wynnyfryd has 34 fics in the Stranger Things fandom and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

i don’t know, you figure it out

Plot Holes

biting you biting you biting you- oh! kissing you!

Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!

She's got some of the FUNNIEST writing in this fandom, and it's very snappy too like. She's an editing demon for sure, she can take a concept that I'd think would take paragraphs to explain and find the right words to make it hit just as hard with like, two sentences. I also really really love how descriptive her metaphors are, really visceral sometimes, and she's really good at writing realistic life events but still making them fun to read about even when it's about like, devastating shit. The sex she writes is also intense as hell! -- @griefabyss69

Below the cut, @wynnyfryd answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I am but a humble bisexual — I see two beautiful brown-eyed men makin’ beautiful brown eyes at each other, I go a little insane for two years. It is what it is.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

late-night moments of quiet hopeful hesitant intimacy over a shared joint or cigarette. Thin wisp of smoke between them, stars dancing in their eyes. Yeah. YEAHHHHHHH

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

This isn’t really a trope so much as a dynamic, but I love a good dipshit 4 dingus dialogue-heavy scene. Don’t get me wrong, I think Eddie and Steve can both be very smart and knowledgeable in their areas of interest/expertise, but these are two young dudes with no access to the internet. I love letting them be confidently incorrect dumbasses. Just ‘yes and’-ing each other’s stupidity while an exasperated third character begs for mercy.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Well, this question is impossible and furthermore rude. This question came into my home and didn’t take its muddy boots off. This question never mailed me a thank you letter for my lovely wedding gift. That blender was expensive; the absolute nerve. No but seriously, I think The Lathe by palmviolet is going to stay with me forever.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’m a big fan of doing canon divergence from different jumping off points — the beauty of having characters live in the same small town their whole lives is that you get so many great opportunities for these “what if our paths crossed sooner” moments. I have some very loose notes for a S3 fic where Eddie is the movie theater employee who finds Steve and Robin in the bathroom after they escape the Russians, and I also have an old WIP set between S1 and S2 where lifeguard Steve rescues Eddie and then spends the summer teaching him how to swim. Would love to revisit those after I finish the trailer park AU (which I will be referring to as TPAU because my fingers are tired and because ‘toilet paper au’ makes me laugh.)

What is your writing process like?

Uhhhhh. 😂 I mean, for TPAU, basically just insert the scene from Dune 2 of Paul’s first sandworm ride: I’m shaking I’m sweating there is sand in my nostrils and I am surely about to die— oh wait, maybe I’ve actually got this? Am I actually doing it? Oh shit, look at me go! For one-shots I like to use a more structured outline and bracket method. I start by dividing my doc into numbered scenes, with each scene getting a notes section and a prose section, like this:

This format gives me a lot of freedom to switch up the order of scenes and to move between scenes so I avoid writer’s block. I can also jump ahead to scenes I really want to write without making a mess of my outline. Once I have something written in the prose section of each scene, I go back and work on replacing each bracket with prose until there are no brackets left. Lastly, I create a new blank doc and copy the prose over in order so I can read the full fic and work on edits from there.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I have been known to abuse a semicolon. And an em dash. And a conjunction at the start of a sentence. Yes, I do have ADHD. I’m also a lyricist, so I feel like my prose tends to stray into poetry territory pretty often.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

When I’m finished! Which is probably why I tend to stick to one-shots; I get impatient and want to post stuff the second it’s ready.

Which fic are you most proud of?

‘i don’t know, you figure it out’ for SURE. I’ve never written a fic this long or stuck to a writing project this consistently in my life. Like ever. The last time I even came close was my first NaNoWriMo when I was 16, which was, uh… years ago, plural, and I’ll leave it at that. 😂

How did you get the idea for i don’t know, you figure it out?

“There’s a dead rat on his doorstep.” That’s it. That first sentence/scene popped into my head while I was bored at work, and then I started thinking, “hey, you know what? I don’t know that anyone’s ever done a fic where Max and Steve trade places for S4; that might be fun.” And then NaNoWriMo was coming up, so I thought it would be cool to try live posting a fully improvised fic every day for a month to see how many words I could write. And then this tragic wet cat version of Steve Harrington grabbed me by the throat and took over my whole life.

When writing Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!, what was something you didn’t expect?

How SAPPY these two got!! My god, boys, I’m trying to write smut over here, stop having a beautiful existential crisis! (I blame Briston Maroney for that though lol, I think I listened to ‘Body’ like 1400 times that month.)

What inspired Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!?

@inklessletter posted this totally gorgeous art of Steve and Eddie recording themselves kissing, and I promptly lost my mind.

What was your favorite part to write from biting you biting you biting you- oh! kissing you!?

This exchange: Steve: “What? I’m just asking!” Robin: “You’re being embarrassing!” Steve: “No, you’re just embarrassed. There’s a difference.” Like it’s just so them lmao

How do/did you feel writing i don’t know, you figure it out?

You know when you set out on a long hike in the summer and three hours later your calves are screaming and you’re covered in sweat and your sunburn’s starting to itch and this one horse fly won’t fuck off and your cell phone doesn’t even get service out here so literally WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF, and then you climb that last hill and look out on the most beautiful landscape you’ve ever seen in your silly little life? Basically that.

What was the most difficult part of writing Plot Holes?

Ooh, that one was fun! The only real difficulty was trying to keep it to a microfic because the concept could definitely be fleshed out to a full story — @griefabyss69 and I were joking around about “what if someone did ‘plot hole’ for the @steddiemicrofic prompt fill?” and then that fic just fell out of my head in about 15 minutes.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

For sure! I’m currently super proud of the graveyard scene in the most recent update of TPAU — I don’t write true horror often, but I love horror so it was really fun to give it a try! Favorite line from any fic is probably this reference to ‘You’re Divine’ in my fic Monsoon Season because I love uncomfortably-aroused prude Eddie, and his internal monologue cracks me up every time I think about it: Freddie Monsoon’s debut novel is called The Fourth Chime, and it is, as far as Eddie can tell, the first installment in a series of unapologetically filthy fuck fests about a man whose lover gets flung into an alternate dimension during an apocalyptic event and miraculously returns as some sort of… sexy bat-boy with a fucking horse dong and a bite kink. Critics are calling it “the most romantic novel of the last decade.” It’s me; I’m Critics.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

My main project right now is finishing TPAU if it kills me, but beyond that, I have a few one-shots for @subeddieweek in the works, including a collab with @griefabyss69 that I’m so so SO excited to share. It’s hot, it’s funny, I can’t wait for y’all to read it.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

First of all, as @wormdebut would say: I think you’re pretty. Thank you so much for all your hard work! I love this blog, and I love answering questions <3 Secondly: - Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. - Toss cubed sweet potatoes and parsnips, sliced sweet onion, and fresh garlic in a mix of olive oil, salt, pepper, and rosemary, and then spread in a single layer on a foil-lined baking sheet. - Bake for ~40-45 minutes. (Potatoes and parsnips should be soft without being mushy when you poke them with a fork.) - Prep your sauce: I made a dijon drizzle situation by mixing olive oil mayo, a dash of dijon mustard, lemon juice, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and a splash of water, but you could also add a little dab of hot sauce, bbq sauce, or different mustards. Basically just grab like four condiments out of your fridge and play around with the flavors you like until you make a mix that’s thin enough to pour. - Drizzle roasted veggies with sauce. - Enjoy a very tasty side dish (or do what I did and eat the whole sheet as a meal like some sort of parsnip goblin because you were too lazy to make the main dish after chopping all those veggies) okay thank you love you byeeeee

Thank you to our author, @wynnyfryd, and our nominator, @griefabyss69! See more of Wynnyfryd's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Not The Father - Jesse x reader

Summary: Jesse and Y/N stumble upon a bloater while on patrol and adrenaline has a funny way of affecting people

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: injury; some gore

Y/N’s POV

“Is it true?” Jesse asks as we dismount, leading the horses into the old shopping mall garage area where we know they’ll be safe and we can make a quick exit if needs be. I knew this question was coming from the moment I was put on patrol with him. The way those dark eyes kept glancing at me the whole way here, his mouth opening and closing as if struggling to decide whether to ask or not.

“Yeah.” I sigh, waiting to see the broken look on his face or for him to start crying as Jesse is very in touch with his emotions which I honestly find quite hot. He’s a ‘men can cry’ kind of guy and I really admire that as that’s really hard to find in this post apocalyptic shit show of life. Instead Jesse just lets out a sound and he looks conflict which is not the emotion I’d expect, “Care to explain?”

“Not really,” He shakes his head and we leave it at that, having no choice to when we head through to the top floor of the mall, wanting to clear it floor by floor going down. We hear that familiar clicking sound. My blood runs cold every time I hear them: clickers. That sound echoes in my dreams and before I can do anything Jesse is grabbing me, pulling me against him with a hand over my mouth and I understand why when I feel it’s foul breath practically ghosting over my neck. I stop breathing, waiting for it to stumble it’s way past before reaching around Jesse and pulling his gun from the waistband of his jeans, looking up at him for confirmation he agrees. He nods softly and I’m firing two shots into the bastards head, the clicker dying with one final withered sigh as if happy.

“This place was empty last week,” I hiss, handing him his gun back so I can grab my own, both of us keeping low and trying to avoid anything that could make noise. If there’s clickers there’s bound to be a few runners too, it’s like the infected run in packs.

There. There’s a sound neither of us want to ever hear: the lumbering and groaning of one of the scariest types of infected. Jesse’s looking at me, cognac eyes wide and we’re both checking our ammo knowing we don’t have enough but we can’t just leave it hear for the next patrol to come along and if we turn our radios on we’d be a walking target. We’re stuck.

Bloaters are the worst and the rarest type of infected sp to just seems we’re just that unlucky. They’re stupidly strong and so disgusting to look at, they give me try phobia with the way the fungus has grown into patches that can be thrown like pouches of sulphur. They smell fucking awful but they’re slow and uncoordinated which makes life so much easier. I’ve only ever encountered one before and I used the buildings like ten foot tall windows to kill it, making it fall to it’s death while on fire.

“Wait,” I shift closer to him so I don’t have to speak as loud, “There’s an elevator shaft, if we can draw it to the elevator I’m sure an eleven floor fall would kill it.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” He raises an eyebrow in my direction but these a hint of approval in his eyes, both of us knowing it’s the best chance we’ve got.

“I’ll be bait,” I shrug and something flits across his face too fast for me to pick up on the exact emotion. He opens his mouth but I’m cutting him off, “I’m smaller, I can dodge faster, I’ve faced a bloater before and I may have brought a molotov.”

“You did what?!” He narrows his eyes as molotovs got banned as weapons after some dumbass set himself on fire instead. They’re fucking amazing weapons if you know how to use them like throwing them at clickers instead of dropping it on yourself in panic. Damn stupid kid ruining other peoples’ fun.

There’s no time for Jesse to reprimand me as one of the patrol leaders because the groaning is getting closer so Jesse just nods and we creep towards the doors. He lets me light the molotov first and then we’re pushing the doors open with a deafening creak. It has the creature lumbering towards us and yelling in it’s gurgled tone and I throw the molotov as hard as I can, catching it square in it’s chest. We have to shield our eyes when it goes up in flames with a earsplitting shriek and then it’s like all hell breaks loose.

The bloater is barrelling towards us so run to its left, firing a shot at it to lure it after me while Jesse sets about putting any other infected out their misery. It works because I hear it behind me, a yell from Jesse to go right has me ducking and rolling as a mykotoxin pouch gets thrown in the direction I was previously going. The elevator shaft is right there, the other side of the room and I can smell the charred skin as the bloater gets closer. It’s like all my adrenaline kicks in at once and I barely realise what I’m doing this whole time, my mind fading in and out of consciousness as I feel a searing pain on my left side and then the elevator shaft is right there, I’m being yanked to the side so hard I’ll probably have whiplash and there’s a low wailing before a disgusting splat that will probably haunt my dreams now instead of the clickers. Hey, maybe both will make appearances, lucky me.

“That,” Jesse’s panting next to my ear my whole body becoming aware I’m sat between his legs, my back against his chest albeit my pack in the way, and his lips are next to my ear, “That was the dumbest fucking idea you’ve ever had.”

“Worked didn’t it?” I point out, climbing to my shaky feet and offering a hand out to Jesse and he takes it, letting me pull him up. He’s so close to me, hands holding my face and his lips on mine. I let out a surprised squeak causing him to jump away, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks guilty.

“I-I’m sorry…. I shouldn’t-shouldn’t have…”

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Shut up.” I close the gap this time, hands shaking as I reach up, hand cupping his cheek and feeling the barely noticeable stubble under my palm, watching the way he leans into it and his eye flutter shut. I move my hand to the back of his neck and pull gently, he gets the hint and meets me halfway stopping when out noses bump clumsily. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black in the dim light coming though the windows as he chuckles lightly at how awkward we’re being but it’s perfect, to be cliche.

The initial brush of his lips against mine has my eyes slipping shut and my heart almost pounding out my chest as his hands grip my hips and pull me flush against him, the gentleness replaces with the hunger of a starved man. It draws a small mewl from my lips as I respond with the same hunger and intensity, having wanted this for forever. I don’t want the kiss to stop but people need oxygen so our lips part as we catch our breath. It takes everything in me not to kiss him again when he goes in for another kiss, a small frown forming when I hold him away, “We have to talk about it.”

“I know,” He mumbles back, “How about away from the smell of burnt flesh?”

I agree and we make our way back down to the horses, doing a quick sweep of each floor and killing any stragglers before we make it down to the horses almost too quickly. The conversation hanging in the air around us as we sit on the sofa some patroller put in the garage area one time. We both go to speak at the same time, drawing an awkward laugh from each other before he nods silently for me to go first.

“Did you know it wasn’t yours?”

“No, did you?”

“Yeah.”

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The incessant knocking on my door had me climbing out of bed with a groan as they hadn’t given up in the knocking for the last two minutes and it sounded like they wouldn’t stop till I open the door. It’s Dina. Of course it’s Dina and she’s pushing her way into my house without a word from me, waiting for me to shut the door behind her and turn to face her before she speaks.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Congrats. I’m not the father.”

“Y/N!” She hisses angrily, the corners of her lips turning up despite herself, “It’s not Jesse’s.”

That has me interested. Dina cheated on my long time crush and her on and off boyfriend?! No fucking way, Dina’s not the type to cheat and she would have come straight to me if it had been nonconsensual. Despite being the grump of our friend group everyone feels like they can come to me with all their problems which means people are always coming in and out of my home whenever they like. They do knock but the exceptions to knocking are Jesse, Ellie and Dina.

“Wait, why did you knock?”

“Really?! That’s what you focus on?” She smacks my shoulder before sitting on my couch, face in her hands and her shoulders begin to shake. She’s nineteen and pregnant with some poor sods kid yet here I am just standing and staring at her because all my brain can think is Jesse and Dina are done for good now. I have to shake my head because that’s not what I should be thinking about when she’s crying on my couch so I do the right thing and sit next to her, pulling her into my arms.

The thing with Dina is you don’t pry into her problems, you have to let her come to you first. So I just sit there, twirling her waves of charcoal black hair through my fingers as she cries herself calm. It takes a while but I don’t mind waiting, deciding I might as well get comfortable so I’m shifting so we’re laying on the sofa instead.

“It’s Liam’s.”

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“Does this mean you and Dina are done for good?”

“Yeah,” He breathes and it almost sounds like a breath of relief, “She told me that she was in love with Ellie.”

“Oh.”

The silence is awkward as the only sound is the horses snorting and chuffing as they stamp their feet, probably getting bored of being stuck here for so long. It’s usually a quick sweep of the mall then we’re back on the patrol routes back to Jackson but the bloater costed us like an extra half an hour. It felt like it was minutes but it really was half an hour.

“Y/N,” Jesse is suddenly so close and we’re just staring at each other, searching for something before we’re surging together like the way waves and the sand meet in a sweet desperation. His hands are all over me and I feel like I’m on cloud nine when he lays me back, lips trailing down my neck and those long fingers I’ve dreamt about unbuttoning my shirt until he’s not and my name is falling from his lips with a pained tinge, “Y/N.”

I follow his gaze down to side to see a deep gash as if I got sliced at. Oh. I must have caught myself. I barely even felt it with the adrenaline from killing the bloater and then kissing Jesse but now it’s in my vision all that buried pain comes flooding in and I’m gripping his arm, hissing a pained “fuck”.

“I need to stitch that!” Jesse is jumping off the sofa and I hear him rummaging through his pack as I have to squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nails into the fabric of the sofa trying to calm my breathing, “Take a deep breath sweetheart, this is going to hurt.”

He’s fucking right it hurts, I think I black out from the feeling of my skin being pierced and pulled over and over again and I can hear Jesse murmuring reassuringly but fuck it hurts. I’m crying even if I don’t want to and Jesse’s bandaging it up the best he can before he’s hovering over me. He forces two pills into my mouth and makes me drink water to swallow them down before he’s pressing another kiss to my lips. If he’s trying to distract me it definitely works and that’s what we do while the painkillers do their job: Jesse kisses me breathless and every kiss is full of love and unspoken promises and it has me melting.

“We should stay here for tonight,” I break away, his eyes darkening causing me to laugh, “That… that we can do when I don’t have stitches in my side,” I tease, loving the way he ducks his head and goes a scarlet colour, burying his face in the crook of my neck and biting playfully.

“Alright,” He agrees, rearranging us so we’re settled comfortably on the couch and my stitches won’t get pulled or anything overnight, “We’ll head out at first light, don’t want a search party.”

“Maybe my stitches will be healed enough in the morning,” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively, drawing him down into a sleepy and lazy kiss before he can make a retort.

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

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sprinklez-sparklez · 11 months

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♥️ Kyman Week | Day 6 💚

☀️ First Trip + Middle Age ☀️

I’m a day late to post this oops. 😅

These two dumb old men deserve a peaceful honeymoon on the beach.

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The wind was breezing through the area, the waves were gliding across the sand, and the sky was a beautiful shade of purple and pink hues. Cartman was sitting down, taking notice of how peaceful everything looked and how barely anyone was around at this time of day. Cartman was glad that he was able to get hotel reservations for him and his husband for their honeymoon. It took a while but that didn’t matter. What matters is that they’re here on this serene beach. At least Cartman is. Where the hell is Kyle? He said he would be back in 10 minutes.

He then heard footsteps coming from behind him. Took him long enough.

“Hey.” Kyle greeted as he sat down next to his husband.

“Hey.” Cartman greeted back with a soft smile.

“Missed me?” Kyle scooted closer as he placed a hand on Cartman’s shoulder. “Just a little.” Cartman replied. “Okay a lot.” Kyle let out a small grin. “Well I’m here now babe.” The pair looked out to stare at the waves that were big, the water almost touched their toes. “God. This beach is beautiful. You chose a good place for our honeymoon.” Cartman turned and replied, “Well you know me, I always have the best ideas.” He smirked. Kyle replied with a snort. “Ha! Sure you do.”

“Hey at least be grateful that we were able to go to one of the most beautiful beaches in the world!” Cartman pushed Kyle back. “I am grateful you dumbass.” Kyle got off his husband’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “And I’m also grateful that I have you here with me. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Cartman smiled shyly at Kyle’s words. After gazing into each other’s eyes, the two shared a soft kiss to the lips. “Wanna go into the water for a little bit?” Kyle whispered flirtingly in Cartman’s ear. This caused Cartman’s face to turn red. He chuckled. “Maybe later, right now, I want to stay here with my little monster.” Kyle got even closer. “Well if that’s what you want then fine by me.” Soon, the couple started to kiss again. As they kissed, the sun started to set and the stars started to appear. It was a beautiful sight indeed.

#sparkle art!#kyman #kymanweek2023 #south park #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #i actually don’t like how this looks #I dunno it looks off #but I enjoyed typing out my oneshot #I can’t wait to draw my free day drawing!#Kyman week is almost over whyyyyy #well i got other stuff I have to draw after this so ah well #south park post covid #almost forgot to add that tag oopsies

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bones4thecats · 6 months

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Can I please ask for more Creepypasta characters with a kianna komori Reader

also you can decide what you want it to be about

A/N: This is the last Creepypasta/Horror thing I will be writing on this account, so after this is posted, the Taglists and Character Lists are being deleted for good. I'm sorry to all of my Horror lovers out there, including you, @nunezs-stuff, but I am getting so many requests for Record of Ragnarok and Twisted Wonderland in comparison to Creepypasta and Slashers. But, anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Taking Them In ~ Oliver Henderson x Reader & Elizabeth Vasquez x Reader

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Humming rang through the forest as a young woman and two masked men crawled through the broken tree limbs that lay dead and mutilated on the floor.

"How much longer is this gonna take?" One man asked, looking at his two partners.

The other man sighed as the woman groaned in annoyance, he had asked that several times in the past 10 minutes.

"Look Jeff, we'll get there s-s-s-shit! Soon. It's not our fault that you decided to jump out at scare the fuck out of the k-k-k-k-cocksucker! Kids out camping." The other male replied, obvious annoyance and tiredness laced in his tone.

Jeff rolled his eyes as the woman motioned for them to stop moving.

"Did you hear that?" She asked, Jeff and their partner jumped to a halt and stood stiff.

"Maybe it was the goddamn burritos that old Tics-a-lot here decided to demolish back in the cabin!" Jeff said, causing the other male to bring out an axe and nearly cut off his hand as he chuckled.

"Shut the hell up you two. I think I hear a child." "Ooh, new torture victim kid?" "No dumbass, an actual child."

"Toby, you go around the back and check if it's a trap, and Jeff, you stay here and quit fucking talking." The woman said. Jeff gasped in fake surprise. "Me? Quit talking? You should know it's my talent, besides smiling and killing, of course."

The others looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and began getting into position.

The closer the female and Toby got to the sound's main area, the louder and more stiff the sounds became. It was almost as if the person knew that were coming, and was happy about it. But what child would be happy about two complete strangers approaching them in the dark forest?

" Oh what in the name of Satan?! "

Toby and the woman looked at each other and realized that the sound they were chasing had completely vanished, and now Jeff was yelling?! What were they dealing with, a demon?!

When the two arrived back to where Jeff was, they did not expect to see what it was...

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🎩 A child? What was a child doing out here, and was his hat holding Jeff up by the throat?!

🎩 He looked back at Toby and you, realizing there were more there trying to find him, so his trap was working quite well

" Who are you? "

🎩 You looked at his face and realized that from the hair covering his eyes and forehead, there was blood cascading down like rain on a car's window

" I'm Y/N, this is Toby, and that's Jeff. Now, can you please let Jeff down? "

🎩 He stared back at Jeff, shrugged and said he couldn't, you'd have to ask his hat, which he called Tom to let him down

" Tom, can you please put Jeffery down? "

🎩 The hat seemingly lightened it's grip on Jeff's neck before throwing him onto the ground with a loud thud

" Since I know your hat's name, what's yours? " " Oliver. "

🎩 You smiled and raised your hand for him to shake as Toby and Jeff stood there in disbelief, how did you calm the kid down that quickly?! He was about to kill Jeff!

🎩 It took quite a few questions before you coaxed Oliver into traveling with you guys, but when he started following you, he couldn't stop

🎩 He had never met someone who could tame his hat that fast, other than himself of course

🎩 You were special, and he didn't want to lose you, and you knew, you didn't want to lose him

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🛏️ You and Toby froze when you saw Jeff holding onto a low tree branch screaming

" The kid's got no legs, I repeat, the kid's got no fuckin' legs! "

🛏️ You noticed that the girl was holding onto a fairly bloody pillow, and it made you remember the nights where you would find slight blood of Yui's pillows from where those god-forsaken vampires hurt her

🛏️ Sighing, you walked up towards her and made sure you were moving fairly slowly, as she seemed to get spooked by Jeff's yelling

" Hello there, what's your name? " " Elizabeth, Elizabeth Vasquez. "

🛏️ Toby's eyes widened along with Jeff's before they began yelling the same question;

" The girl who died from their legs being chopped off?! "

🛏️ She nodded as more tears began falling. You turned around and glared at the two as Toby tried getting Jeff down, as he had climbed up higher while screaming in fear

🛏️ You looked back at the girl with a recognizable saddness and a bit of sympathy laced in said look

🛏️ She looked up at you as you reached out and hugged her, making her start to cry heavily

🛏️ This was the most affection she had gotten since, that happened...

" Elizabeth, may I call you Liz? "

🛏️ She nodded as you smiled gently at her, patting her head before standing up and carrying her in your arms

" Would you like to stay with us? I'm guessing you're lonely out here. "

🛏️ Once she saw how sparkly your eyes were, she remembered her mother, who would smile at her with the same look in her eyes

🛏️ She nodded happily as you chuckled and motioned for the boys to finish the mission as you both went back to the cabin

#Creepypasta #CP #Supernatural Entities #Creepypasta x Reader #CP x Reader #Supernatural Entities x Reader #F! Reader #Pasta! Reader #Proxy! Reader #Oliver Henderson #Oliver Henderson x Reader #Elizabeth Vasquez #Elizabeth Vasquez x Reader

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wttcsms · 8 months

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— excerpts of upcoming works;

i have nearly 90k words total in my google docs drafts, lol. i figured i would share some of my progress towards specific fics + to gauge overall interest in my projects. enjoy!

right now, it's just two atsumu fics + 1 kiyoomi fic because i'm still steadily looking through my drafts for anything halfway decent enough to show publicly lol

angel of the morning, atsumu miya x f!reader

soldier!au, nonspecific/fictional war, early 1900s setting * features first love, "you never answered my letters" "you sent letters?", breeding kink, lots of hurt, lots of comfort, happy ending * 3k words written, est. ~15k when finished

It’s been a rough day.

A rough week.

A rough month.

A rough life, really, but Atsumu Miya’s long past the days of whining and complaining about things he can’t control. For example, he no longer dwells on his father abandoning his mother right before she gave birth to him and Osamu. There’s still a bitter taste that gets left on his tongue when he mentions dear old pa, which is why, for the most part, he chooses not to discuss him at all. He can’t control the way the north and the south view each other; sure, the mandatory draft isn’t his definition of a fun time, but he honestly didn’t have many plans after school, anyway. He probably would’ve joined the cause, regardless of the law or not. It’s just… A choice is nice to have, y’know?

Like, if he had it his way, he wouldn’t have gotten caught up in some ambush tonight. If only he weren’t just a lieutenant. If only his captain weren’t such a dumbass.

If he had a group to command, Atsumu’s certain that he wouldn’t lead his men into obvious traps, unlike some captains. But newly promoted Brigadier General Kita isn’t here to force people to listen to what Atsumu has to say. Kita has bigger problems to worry about, bigger troops to organize.

Atsumu’s morning starts off bright and early with a five mile trek in the woods. The sky is overcast, and anyone with eyes is capable of predicting the storm that’s coming. Atsumu suggests building temporary shelter before the rain makes it too hard to walk; it’s already hard enough to navigate now, but Atsumu’s visited this town before, when he was a little boy. It floods easily, too easily.

His captain doesn’t listen. Typical.

Around noon, they take a short break to eat. Rations are getting lower. Atsumu suggests that two or three soldiers turn around and head towards town to get supplies. His captain argues that their group is already small enough and sneers that Atsumu must be a northie lover since he’s trying so hard to sabotage this plan.

The plan is shit, by the way. The captain swears his intel is good, that he’s just oh so certain that a troop of northern soldiers are planning to invade a series of small southern towns. They’re supposedly cutting through the woods to be discreet, and they plan on striking at night.

Atsumu thinks that the captain is just falling into their trap (spoiler: he’s right). There’s no way anyone would bother capturing small towns, just like there’s no way people ever want to listen to someone who’s just a lieutenant. Nobody thinks they have anything to offer, so it’s not worth the time to even pretend to care. These towns aren’t loaded with resources. They aren’t located in any coveted areas. There are only a couple of farms, but even then, they’re not big enough to justify wasting troops to terrorize the townspeople.

But First Lieutenant Miya follows his orders anyway because what else is he supposed to do? Unfortunately, talking back comes to bite him in the ass because as nighttime starts to settle and the first drops of rain start to fall, his captain gives him a slimy smile before telling him, “Since you have such great ideas, Lieutenant, why don’t you go ahead and turn back into town to get us some of those supplies we needed?”

Well, Atsumu has a few choice words in reply, none of which will get him back into his captain’s good graces (not like he cares to be anyway). Atsumu can argue that it’s dark out, and no one in their right mind is going to be up at night. Atsumu can throw back his captain’s words and remind him that their measly team is already lacking in numbers. He can make the captain look dumb and ask him where the supposed enemy troops are at, since apparently they’re supposed to be capturing the town right about now. He can abandon the men, go back home, and enjoy a homecooked meal from ma. She wouldn’t care enough to scold him for being a dirty deserter; the lecture will come, surely, but she wouldn’t be too harsh with him. Atsumu misses home. He misses his brother, who belongs to a different troop. He misses Shinsuke, his former captain. He misses his mom.

What he does end up doing, though, is biting back his tongue. He barely nods, clenches his teeth as he reluctantly says yes, sir, and treks off on his own.

He’s about three miles in when the bullets start flying.

Isn’t this just a lovely way to finish off the night, he thinks, before sprinting through the trees, weaving between them, trying to ignore how loud and how close the shots sound. He thinks he’ll probably go deaf by the time this damn war is over. A bullet narrowly misses his face, and then he starts to think he’ll probably be dead before then.

He can’t see. If he can’t see, he doubts the enemies can, either. That’s when he gets an idea. His legs are sore, he’s thirsty, and every step he takes is punctuated by a sloshing sound because the area is flooding, just like he predicted it would.

(Sometimes it’s a pain being right all the time.)

The shots are still coming at him in rapid succession, and he believes maybe it’s because they still think they have to shoot at him. If they think they got him, maybe they’ll leave him alone. It didn’t sound like anyone was bothering to chase after him, meaning they’re all probably perched in trees or hiding in bushes, shooting blindly into the night, hoping to land a lucky shot on a target.

Before he can pretend to be hit, though, some bastard does get a lucky shot on him.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but yell out, the bullet piercing the side of his abdomen. A burning sensation begins to form on the spot where the bullet decided to make its happy home, and Atsumu can’t help but fall to the ground, clutching at the bottom half of his body.

A minute goes by with no more shooting, and he’s glad he’s in enough pain not to realize that had he thought of his little plan of pretending to be shot sooner, he probably wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.

It’d be so easy just to lie down and die. It’d be a slow death, sure. Painful, very much so. But no more fighting. No more captains belittling him.

But if you a die, a tiny voice in his head reminds him, it wouldn’t just be you that dies. It’d kill ma. It would ruin Osamu. Don’t be a selfish bastard.

He allows himself only one more minute to stay absolutely still. He thinks the adrenaline pumping in his system helps to numb the pain, which is saying a lot, considering the fact that death would be preferable over this excruciating sensation. When he’s certain the coast is clear, he struggles to stand and keep himself steady.

He cannot die like this.

Atsumu Miya knows better than to get upset at things he can’t control. He can’t control flying bullets aimed at him. He can’t control enemy soldiers; hell, he doesn’t even have soldiers he can control, enemy or ally. He can’t control a lot of shitty things that seem to happen to him, but as long as his heart is still beating, Atsumu Miya controls his own fate. He decides what happens next.

It’s only a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, he rationalizes. He walks all the time. It’s not such a hard task. The storm continues to rage on, and Atsumu pretends he doesn’t even mind the water. He pretends that he’s not freezing. He pretends that he doesn’t care that his uniform is sticking to his body, making the dirty fabric cling onto him as if to act as a second skin.

There’s a white flag in his knapsack. During training, they said to use it as a last resort. Die before you wave it, or something like that.

He knows the intended use for it, but right now, he needs it as a tourniquet. He tightens the flag around his waist, using all his diminishing strength to get it as tight as possible. He can trick himself into thinking it’ll stop the flow of blood leaving his body, but at least it’ll slow it down. It’ll grant him enough time to make it into town and get help.

He doesn’t choose the first house he sees; he chooses the one he likes the best. It’s nothing all too impressive — certainly not the biggest, but from what he can make out in the dark, it looks quaint. It reminds him of home, almost. There’s a porch with a bench outside and flowers on a window sill. It seems to glow in the darkness of the town, its paint a much brighter shade than the surrounding houses. A nice family must live here then.

He knocks on the door, and there is no answer. Atsumu Miya did not walk this far with his life literally draining out of him to only make it this far. He knocks and knocks, and because he is too stubborn, even to the very end, he doesn’t quit. Someone must answer the door. It doesn’t cross his mind that perhaps this lovely family he’s envisioning might not even be home. It feels like ages since he first started banging on this door, and he thinks this might be it.

And then the door swings open, revealing a young lady with a certain glow about her. Maybe it’s the blood loss talking, but right now, you look like an absolute angel. His bright beacon of hope.

“Finally.” He swallows hard, trying to remember what he’s supposed to tell you. The proper words are evading him right now. Honestly, even standing is a struggle now. He thinks he does a good enough job, but then he blinks, and his eyes don’t open back up after that.

no more keepin' score (now i just keep you warm), kiyoomi sakusa x f!reader

womanizer/playboy!sakusa x maneater!reader, celebrity reader * features meeting your match, the girl plays the game better, banter, sexual tension, * 2k written, est. ~25k when finished

Three mimosas in, and you haven’t flirted with a single volleyball player yet, even though Sober You thinks they’re totally hot, and Tipsy You thinks they’re just the hottest.

Bokuto and Mai are lost in their own conversation, leaving you to talk with the infamous teammates that Mai was so certain you would want to make your flavor of the week. There’s the faux blond sitting on your left, the ginger sitting diagonally from you, and next to the ginger — Shoyo — is probably the reason why Mai begged you to be good for once. Curly black hair, the most intense set of dark eyes, and the jawline of a god — he’s the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. You’re kind of already regretting your promise not to play with Bokuto’s teammates. Almost.

Atsumu, the blond, is funny. Shoyo has a fun energy that’s easy to reciprocate. And Sakusa…

Sakusa hasn’t spoken to you once, and you’re nearing forty minutes into this lunch. You’re wondering how long this vow of silence is going to last before turning your attention to Atsumu.

“—haven’t been to a volleyball game before?” He’s staring at you, mouth turning up into a boyish grin that’s surprisingly cuter than you expect it to be. During the whole entire introduction stage at the beginning of lunch, you played dumb, as if you couldn’t identify some of the most famous professional athletes in Japan. You don’t like letting people know that you’re aware of their existence; it gives them too much of an ego boost.

You know what he’s about to offer — the best seats in the house, probably to the upcoming game next week. He’s probably the type to send you a jersey — one brandishing his name and court number, of course.

“Nope.” Then, tilting your head curiously, you ask him, “Why? Am I missing out on anything?”

His grin only grows wider.

“Ya know, we have a game next week.” Well, you do know, but since you’re playing the role of ‘ditz to all things volleyball’, you let him continue his little sales pitch. “Each player gets to invite whoever they want.”

How cute. He wants you to make the next move.

“Oh, that’s great! Y’know, Mai mentioned something like that to me earlier today. I think she says I can be her plus-one, so I’m really excited to be able to finally experience a match.” You smile at him, acting as if you’re oblivious to the fact that he is readying himself to offer a ticket to you.

“I heard ticket processing for a guest’s plus-one is kinda tricky. I’d feel really bad for ya if you couldn’t catch the entire game because you got held up trying to get in.” The excuse is obviously flimsy, but you find it a bit cute the lengths he’ll go to beat around the bush.

But you can’t score if you never shoot, and if Atsumu isn’t going to directly invite you, you’re not taking his ticket.

“Hm, well, I’ll probably just sit this one out then. I think there’s a charity baseball game happening the same night, and a couple of the players are pretty good friends. I’ll just watch that if you’re sure it’s going to be an issue for Mai and me to get in.” You give Atsumu your bright mega-watt smile, the one you’re used to giving for ad campaigns.

“I mean, you could always use my ticket.”

Your smile only grows wider, and this time, just the slightest bit genuine.

Mai asked you a while back why you do it; flirt and have your fun with guys but refuse to commit to anything serious. At first, you told her it was because you wanted to focus on your modeling career and couldn’t afford a constant distraction. Now, at the height of your career, you can admit the other half.

You like being wanted.

Because right now, Atsumu is staring at you like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear, and he won’t know what to do with himself if you did. Bokuto stares at Mai like that too, and for her sake, you hope it lasts.

(It never does for you, and you’re tired of hoping the next boy will be the one to break the pattern.)

“I might take you up on that offer.” You tell him, knowing that you won’t. “Baseball’s been my go-to sport for years. Don’t wanna break that tradition just yet.”

“Why baseball?” Shoyo asks, between forkfuls of extremely overpriced Eggs Benedict.

“Mm, probably because I’m rumored to be dating about half the league’s roster and fucking the other half.” You laugh at Atsumu and Shoyo’s wide-eyed expressions. You discreetly glance at Sakusa, only to find him more interested in the food on his plate than your admission. “Emphasis on rumored.”

And then, just because you’re now sipping on your fourth mimosa of the afternoon, you find the confidence to give them a cheeky grin. “Besides, I took a vow of celibacy.”

Now Sakusa’s staring right at you.

“You? Celibate?” Eyebrow raised, tone not quite incredulous but not entirely flat, either. It doesn’t take a psychologist to detect Sakusa’s obvious disbelief.

“Yeah, me, celibate.” You say it slowly. “You seem surprised to hear that.”

“Since when?”

“Hmm…” You pick up your phone, pretending to check the time. “Let’s see… Since twelve hours ago, give or take.”

“Wow, I’m surprised E!News hasn’t reported this breaking news.”

Is it just you, or did he sound a little bit rude when he made that comment?“Probably ‘cause their reporters are too busy writin’ about your little — what d’you call ‘em? — indiscretions.” Atsumu jumps to your defense almost immediately, and while you’re perfectly capable of biting back at Sakusa and making a jab about his headlines, you’re glad Atsumu’s here. Sakusa seems smart, and if you reveal that you’re aware of his “indiscretions”, he’ll certainly call you out on pretending to not know of him.

atsumu miya's guide to escaping from the friend zone, atsumu miya x f!reader

third year au, enemies to lovers, shoujo manga vibes * features romcom elements, knowing each other since childhood, he falls first AND he falls the absolute hardest, getting together, miscommunication as a means to be comedic not for poorly manufactured drama/angst, lighthearted with a happy ending, no angst 1k written, est. ~10k when completed

STEP ONE: ACTUALLY GET TO THE FRIEND ZONE FIRST

You’re in love with Atsumu Miya — you just don’t know it yet.

At least, that’s what Atsumu claims as he speaks with his mouth full, bits of rice flying out of his mouth, leaving everyone in his immediate vicinity disgusted.

“She doesn’t even know you exist, idiot.” Osamu doesn’t look amused as he pulls his bento box closer to himself, trying to avoid the hailstorm that is Atsumu’s half chewed grains of rice.

“She does!” He’s awfully indignant when he replies, looking like he’s about to make a move to slap his brother but thinks better of it. As captain of the Inarizaki Boys’ Volleyball team, he has to learn to behave lest he lose the title altogether.

“Wanting you dead isn’t the same thing as loving you,” Rintarou is quick to chime in, and the first and second years on the team snicker.

“It’s a work in progress.” Atsumu snaps, failing to mention that you loving him has been a ‘work in progress’ for the past decade and counting.

(Not like he’s, you know, obsessively keeping track. Definitely not.)

The two of you have been attending the same school since your elementary days. On the first day of class, your teacher made everyone hold hands with the person next to them, and a five year old Atsumu just so happened to be the person seated next to a five year old you.

“This person is going to be your buddy for the rest of the school year!” Your teacher exclaimed, clapping her hands together and smiling too cheerfully for so early in the morning.

Then, someone had exclaimed that boys had cooties, and every girl buddied with a boy immediately took back their hand, either on the brink of tears and dramatically turning up their nose in disgust.

Atsumu likes to claim that this is where things went wrong (never minding the fact that you had been the only girl not to drop a boy’s hand), but what really started your dislike for him (that has since spiraled into his closest friends thinking you want their captain dead) happened in middle school.

As fate would have it, you were seated in front of Atsumu for math. He had (still does) a bad habit of chewing gum as loudly and obnoxiously as possible (from your perspective, anyway; truthfully, Atsumu just lacks self-awareness). He made it hard to concentrate during lectures and tests, and midway through the year, you complained to your teacher.

(“Why do you not want to be seated close to Mr. Miya, hmm?” Your teacher smiled at you, his tone light and teasing. “Is it because of a crush?”

“Gross! No! I do not have a crush on Miya!” Your eyes were wide, and you were shaking your head. “He just gets on my nerves. He’s always stealing my pencils and smacking on him and hiding my textbook-“

“You know, Miss [Surname], middle school boys are mean to girls they like. I’m afraid that my seating charts are always permanent, but even if they weren’t, I think I would make Mr. Miya very upset if I moved you.”

“Who cares about that? He’s so annoying. Let him bother someone else!”

“Ah, [Surname], class is only in session for a few more months. If it gets worse, then we’ll see to adjusting the seating arrangements. For now, let’s get you back to your desk and focused on these fractions.” Your math teacher doesn’t bother hiding a smile as he jokes with you. “You better be careful; he might yank your hair and think it’s a proper declaration of love.”

Your math teacher never tells you that Atsumu spent two weeks of summer break cleaning this classroom to get seated next to you.)

The complaining didn’t work, and you were still stuck in the same seat in front of Atsumu. Then, one day, while he was ignoring the teacher’s lecture and giving his attention to something more worthwhile (such as the back of your head), Atsumu noticed a spider crawling from your back and aiming upwards, towards your hair. He watched in morbid fascination as the spider made its way into your strands of hair, and he reacted quickly, not quite thinking things through.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled, forcing you to tilt back with a yelp, which then caused the entire class to turn and stare at the two of you.

The spider was nowhere to be found, at least, but your teacher had to stop his lesson, shaking his head while he walked to the classroom phone.

“Honestly, Mr. Miya, what goes on in your head?” The teacher sounded like he was holding back laughter as he dialed the principal’s office.

Meanwhile, you straightened yourself out and turned to glare at Atsumu, who could only give you a sheepish grin in return.

“Sorry,” he told you, not sounding the least bit sorry. “Ya should be thankin’ me—“

“Thanking you?” You practically yelled it out. “I should be beating you. What is your problem with me, Miya?”

And that was the moment when Atsumu Miya realized that getting you to fall in love with him might be a bit of a struggle.

But that was then, and this is how. Now, you’re both in your third year of high school. Now, Atsumu is the captain of a team that’s an absolute powerhouse. Now, Atsumu is a box blond and despite his harsh attitude, girls are still vying for his attention.

He figures it’s only a matter of time before you come to your senses and join them.

You never do, though, and now he’s stuck rethinking his master plan. His friends are no help whatsoever, and the school year is going to fly by if he’s not careful. He knows you’ve been accepted to Tokyo U, and he knows that he’s probably not heading to college — not when professional scouts are watching his games and have the power to sign him right after graduation. He’ll never have a chance to be this close to you ever again, and he has to act now.

“Work in progress, my ass.” Rin snorts. “You’ll be lucky to even be her friend at this point.”

Now, Atsumu doesn’t like to consider other people as geniuses, but he’ll settle for considering Rintarou his muse. All this time, Atsumu’s been trying to get you to love him, completely disregarding the fact that you have to like someone before that can happen.

And people like their friends. For the most part.

“Ya know what, Rin? You might actually have a point.”

“There was no point. I was making fun of you. Whatever you’re thinking about doing, here’s actual advice: don’t.” No one on the team is particularly surprised when Atsumu doesn’t take that advice.

#LMAO THESE ARE FROM LAST YEAR #u can tell bc I was knees deep in my hq phase #sloooowly returning to it #these are very old to me and my writing has changed a bit so rewriting it will take additional time rather than just continuing where I lef

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Who is your favorite character from The Wire?

Its usually n for the most part is omar little bc of the history his character made .. like the fact that the rl composite for omar was so cool w his fictional self being gay, what mkw brought to this role rly moved me deeply. he truly loved omar little, and u can see his love in that character with every line. the gay vigilante robbing drug dealers, the wild card informant that can never be fully trusted bc of how the system defines criminality in the first place. the s2 court scene is one for the epoch. it shows how omar is an outsider in both the streets + the law. incredibly profound character. but idk y i been in an avon barksdale mood for the past year & two i think its cuz one of my old la situations was a dude from the area n came up in the era the wire took place in+ has some of those mannerisms lol. avon the cut throat family man the heart of the towers. i aint no smart business man like u im just a gangsta& i want my corners. i think avon+ marlo r harder characters for a nb audience to rly understand or talk about bc a lot of their mannerisms kinds expect the audience to be familiar w black men esp in the context of the communities of the area/time so they tend to fixate on ‘outsiders’ like stringer or omar. or the children. the exceptions to the rule or before black kids grow into men & become embedded into the ‘system’. but i love em. n weebey is funny as fuck & hes a Stand Up Guy. he took the charge shane battier💔💔💔💔slim charles is also one of my faves bc hes such an impulsive hothead . if its a lie then we fight on that lie. oh the folly of youth. stringer bell is also up there in my faves but ur avg wire viewer tends to genuinely thinks hes smart & not a crude cruel dummy so i may talk about him more cuz im like omggg hes literally a dumbass 😂😂😂 respectability politics, thy name is russell stringer bell. i think what makes the wire a classic to me is that v few drug shows show the interiority of black charas in this way most drug shows operate on cliches + stereotypes that treat black ppl as idiots or ontologically evil n not as morally dubious complex ppl trapped in a rats cage w the terms and conditions of ur release and the rats wheel set on someone elses terms but bc u get access to special cheese u think u got it made fr. ur a soldier n thats all what they need u to be. avon barksdale thinks wizards mj is saving the sport while stringer bell is like smfh hes going back to being a pawn

#yn.#yn answers #my avon fanboyism is also bc i had a crush on wood harris since i was small #the wire

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Burn For Me - Chapter 3a

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

“What the crap,” someone exclaimed as we hit the floor.

I was in such a rush to leave I didn’t see the person walking down the hall.

A curtain of gold appeared in the corner of my eyes, as I collided with a soft body.

“I’m, so sorry,” I stuttered trying to get to my feet.

An annoyed tisking sound came from the person below me and I finally glanced down at them.

I found myself straddling Constance Sky, the neighboring pack Alpha's daughter.

She was one of the most renowned female wolves in our Elder Academy when we were seniors last year.

I had never met her before but I had seen her and heard of her ruthless mean girl ways and popularity with the male species.

And it was just my luck that I would be the one to run in to her.

“Get the fuck off me, dweeb,” she snarled as her green eyes glared daggers at me.

Quickly, I scrambled to my feet apologizing once more before lending her my hand which she smacked away with a huff.

“What the hell is your problem, Connor?” she snapped picking up her purse and wiped her short white skirt off, there were dirt stains already marring the clean fabric.

I opened my mouth to say something but suddenly I stopped… wait did she just say my name?

I thought in astonishment.

“You know who I am?” I asked staring at her with my jaw to the floor.

Queen bee knew my name.

I watched as she stopped for a second as something flashed in her eyes before she regain her composure and I frowned, what was that about.

“Well duh, doofus. You are one of the most lame person to ever walk these halls,” she scoffed, looking at me with such an absolute expression, I cringed back a little.

"Ow."

“Now are you going to tell me what the hell you’re doing down in the west wing? This is a restricted area, closed off to students and visitors and that includes you loser. What are you doing at school anyway? Reminiscing about your pathetic high school years?” she said rising one perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow.

“Why are you down here? I’m pretty sure you graduated along with me, if I’m not mistaken?” I shot back.

Her face took on the color of a light pink.

“That’s none of your business, dumbass” she retorted with an elegant hair flip.

“Why do you keep insulting me?” I asked tilting my head in question.

“Because I want to” she shrugged.

‘That’s not even an answer,’ I thought internally rolling my eyes.

Then I remembered her question and it brought me back to why I had freaked out earlier.

“I think there’s someone in a giant metal box, down in the old prison cell,” I said pointing to the door behind me.

I watched her blink a few times as she looked at me like I had two heads.

“Well this was fun but I think I’m going to go now,” she said slowly, as she backed away but I reach forward, grabbing her by the arm.

“No, I’m serious. The school is going to do something terrible to them. I heard these men having an ominous conversation back there, like something big was going to happen tonight.”

That edgy feeling was coming back to me and it was crushing my chest with its invisible force.

For some reason, I knew it would be bad, if whatever these people had planned, where to succeed.

“Let go of my arm,” Constance struggled from my grip.

“Please. I know you’re a skilled Elder and we can get them out,” I pushed.

I was desperate to save this person and I had no idea why.

They could be some serial killer being contained.

“Why. Would. I. Help. You,” she stressed ever word as she tried to wiggle from my hold.

“Aren’t you a tad bit curious, as to why a school would lock someone up, in a place of learning? This is supposed to be a safe environment, why would they put us in danger like that? So the only other suggestion is, that they wouldn’t, which means that there is an innocent being held, against his will,” I said trying to validate the situation.

“You’re probably imagining things, now let go,” finally she got free, slightly stumbling in her heels before catching her balance.

“Now I’m going home, nut job,” with that she turned away.

“They are going to kill them,” I exclaimed causing her to stop mid step.

“That’s a pretty big accusation,” her back was still to me but I had her attention.

“Yes, it is but I believe in my gut that I’m right.”

“And if your wrong?” she said, turning her body slightly, to look at me.

“What if your overly active imagination gets us in a heap of trouble? You can’t forget that this isn’t just a school, this is the council’s territory and you’ll be meddling in their affairs.”

Her whole attitude switched suddenly it took me back a bit.

Her expression was so serious it sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed before straightening.

“I know but I’m not wrong,” I said, my words full of conviction.

The click of her heels echoed as she leisurely made her way past me giving me a sideways glance.

“If you’re wrong and the council ends up catching us down here and were punished for it, you’ll be my slave for a whole month.”

With that said she was back to her regular self again.

Constance shoved the wood door open, the screeching it caused grated on my ears.

I watched her boldly stomp down the stairs glancing around expectantly.

“So where’s this giant metal thingy you were talking about?” she asked gazing up at me as I rushed after her.

“It’s in the far back, you can’t miss it,” I said coming up next to her and walking with her to towards the back.

Once the metal box came in to view her steps faltered.

“Whoa, what the hell is that thing?” she asked moving forward to touch it and I quickly grabbed her hand mere inches from the cell.

"Don’t,” I warned, placing her hand back to her side.

She glanced at me with a frown.

“Like seriously, you need to stop touching me, weirdo,” I shrugged off her comment as I stared at the cell thing.

“Damn it’s hot down here,” she complained.

“I know.”

She sighed heavily before suddenly called out.

“Hello. Is someone in there?”

I flinched at her abrupt noises... nothing.

She turned her head towards me giving me an ‘I told you so’ glance.

“See, just your stupid imagination,” she then turned on her heels and began to strut away but I wasn’t convinced.

“Hey. I know you’re in there, do you need help?” I exclaimed.

I know I’m right.

I wasn’t hearing things before.

And deep down I was sure this person need my help.

After a moment the sound of chains rattled and Constance paused in shock.

I turned returning her earlier expression back at her.

“I told you.”

“No way,” she said, coming up next to me.

“I told you.”

She tisked, rolling her eyes at me.

“Well... there has to be a way in.”

I leered at the metal cell in inquisitiveness.

There had to be a way to open the damn thing.

“How about we come back later tonight, think on it because it’s freaking hot down here and I have papers to grade,” she suggested but I shook my head.

“They’re coming for them tonight,” I stressed walking on the other side of the metal container to see if there was a door there, no luck.

Constance sighed in frustration.

“How do you know it’s not an axe murder your trying to release?”

“Your sarcasm is not needed,” I retorted without looking at her.

“Well, I don’t understand what you think you’re going to accomplish, without a fucking door.”

“Well how about you help me, instead of making your griping complaints,” I snapped whirling around to face her with a scowl.

Her eyes widened suddenly before she scoffed at me and glared back.

“Hey. I’m down here. Aren’t I? I don’t need to do anything for you, jerk,” she barked, stomped her foot.

I continued to stare at her and finally she looked away towards the cell.

“Has it crossed your mind, that maybe the door, is on the top of the cell.”

“Why the hell would they build a door, on the ceiling of a cell?” I asked confused.

Constance shrugged.

“Beats me but it seems like that’s the only place we haven’t checked.”

I glanced up,

“How the hell do we get up there?” I groaned.

“Climb it,” Constance said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But we can’t touch the metal. It's too hot... trust me, I know.”

“Well then, let's cool it down.”

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𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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Pairings: Bonten trio x f!reader

Warnings: mature themes 18+ vague mentions of rape.

Synopsis: after having her life ruined by the military she served for, reader is out on a vengeance mission to seek justice for herself. She’s full of dark impulses, grief and just overall a bit of a stubborn dumbass.

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"You sure that this is the spot?" Rindou had asked for the umpteenth time that evening, earning a huff of annoyance from his pink haired friend. His mauve gaze falling on Sanzu's stoic face.

"For the last fucking time Rin, yes." Sanzu spat, leaning his head backwards on the suv they had shown up in, taking a drag off the blunt he had pulled out of his pockets moments before.

"Well excuse me for wanting to make sure we weren't fucking something up again." Rindou bit back, reaching out and snatching the blunt from Sanzu who has just taken a small puff of it, before bringing it to his own lips and inhaling deeply, causing Sanzu to shoot him a side eye glare.

"Relax, baby brother. Everything will unfold according to plan." Ran had said confidently, his smooth voice resonating through the lot out front of the warehouse before plucking the blunt from his brothers fingers and wielding in between his own, and taking a deep inhale of the marijuana.

You had quickly discovered Bonten trio was widely known across Japan for their deceptively handsome features and splurge of spending cash that had both men and women flocking to them and embarrassingly throwing themselves at the three. Regardless of their popularity, you managed to figure out that all three men preferred the simple, no strings attached kind of relationships where they could dip out at any given second.

The amount of time you had spent in their nightclubs over the last three weeks was embarrassing. You had always stayed near the bar, blending in with crowd as you surveyed the vip area where you could always find at least of the Haitani's with a half dressed woman on their lap, or Sanzu with a fistful of pills being shoved into his mouth.

You were amazed he hadn't overdosed by now.

You were currently in the abandoned nuclear plant, dressed in your old uniform, a bulletproof vest, a tactical helmet and an Ak47 strapped to your back. Both your dogs were with you, though they had been commanded to stay and watch guard at either of the two entrance that led to the second floor you were surveying from.

"Fuck this shit hits harder than my father did." Sanzu said, clasping his hands together as he puffed out another foggy cloud around him, making Rindou scoff and Ran shake his head in disappointment.

What the fuck? You thought, taken back by his bold statement that was accompanied by a bubbly laughter.

Yeah... he's definitely insane.

Just as you decided to steal a glance out of the broken window you were sitting beneath, you heard the sound of another car rolling up and soon a large, black suburban came into view. You felt your breath hitch in your throat once the vehicle came to a stop and the doors opened.

When the five men responsible for what happened to you overseas, stepped out of the vehicle, you could feel your fingernails roughly digging into the skin of your palms - no doubt leaving harsh crescent marks in their wake.

"Ren! REN!" You screamed, coughing as your throat had become engulfed with the smoke that filled the small cabin you had been meant to infiltrate with your squadron.

Your platoon, they had betrayed you tonight. They kidnapped your husband, they knocked you out with the butt of your gun, they had stabbed you in the abdomen, and they had taken their turns with you one by one while they continued to torture and mutilate your body.

Honestly, you weren't sure how you hadn't died yet. You could feel the world slowly fading in and out around you as you army crawled along the floor, desperately searching for something to help you out of the burning building.

A large lump on the floor a foot or two infront of you had suddenly become your main focus, and the closer you neared, the better you could make out that it wasn't a pile of rubble from the cabin. It was in fact a person, and in hopes they would still be alive, you used the last bit of strength you had to roll the body over to face you.

And god, you really wished you hadn't.

The severely burned body would be sure to haunt your dreams if you ever made out of there alive, which, should have been your first priority. But, as your eyes zeroed in on the metal dog tags that hadn't been damaged by the blaze around you, you made out the familiar name that you had taken on as your own, and suddenly everything around you had become a blur.

This mangled, burned body that was emitting a horrendous stench, was your husband. Ren Saito, as the tags said, and you brought your hands up to the tags before ripping them from his dead body and hugging them closely to your chest as you rolled onto your back.

Staring up at the ceiling, watching the orange and yellow flames licking across the unstable wooden surface of the cabin, you felt the tears that had been pooled in your eyes since waking up, spill down your cheeks.

The coldness of the tears contrasted with the unbearable heat of the blaze around you. You could feel you body shaking, almost shivering as if you were cold, but you weren't. You were sweating, the sweltering heat making it even harder to breathe than it already had been due to the injuries you had sustained from the very men you trusted the most.

As you laid there, watching the world burn around you, you had finally given up. The man beside you, the only man who had ever treated you like you were a person, the only person who had every truly loved you and spent every day proving that to you, was dead. You had nothing left to live for, nothing to go home to, so why not go now so that you don't have to face the rest of your life alone.

The cards had, or maybe hadn't been in your favour that night, depending on how you wanted to look at it, as you felt something cold and wet prodding y your cheek. Your eyes fluttered opened to see Sarge, your loyal canine comrade staring at you. You believed that dogs were capable of showing their feelings, and you could clearly see that in his big brown eyes as he stared back at you.

You could feel the tips of sarges canines grazing the back of your neck as he grabbed you by the collar of your tank top, before dragging you out of the burning cabin. He had crossed miles in the desert before he had made it back to camp, where General Nakamura had rushed to your aid.

The sudden sound of gunshots broke you from your thoughts, making you jump in fright and you had to bite down on your bottom lip from shrieking. Just because you had served in the army, you would grow accustomed to the loud sounds that came from the weapons you had used. If anything, they always served as permanent reminders of the horrid shit you'd seen.

Your chest was heaving slightly, still having not come back fully from the memory that plagued your mind every waking moment for the last three years. Usually you were able to keep it in the back of your mind, only failing to entrap it when you slipped into an unconscious state.

Once you felt the slightest bit normal again, You peered out the window again, seeing Sanzu had hit the ground. You could see him writhing in pain, clutching his abdomen tightly and you could just faintly make out the dark liquid seeping into his hands, staining the purple pin striped suit he had worn tonight.

The Haitani's were taken back by the gun shot and you saw then drawing their weapons, their backs pressed against each other as they eyed the five men wielding Ak's similar to my own. You could see the fear in their eyes, especially when Hiro Wantanabe, a private that had it out for you when you ranked up to Lieutenant commander, grabbed Sanzu by his hair.

"Lower your weapons. Or I'll make sure my men put a bullet through your fucking skulls." Hiro said, pulling Sanzu up to his knees, making the pink haired male grunt loudly in pain. Despite him being in an extremely compromising position, you could see a sadistic smirk on Sanzu's face and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You watched the Haitani's drop their guns to the ground before the rest of the men beat the Haitani's nearly unconscious. You felt your hands reaching for the AK on your back, before moving the sling around so that the polished, metal gun was now resting heavily against your chest.

As Wantanabe and the rest made their way into the warehouse, you knew it was go time once you saw then disappearing into the warehouse. You could hear them loudly on the floor beneath you due to the acoustics of the abandoned plant, so you could hear every punch, and every kick that had been delivered to the Bonten men.

Some criminals, you thought as you wandered down to the second floor in complete silence, before pressing your back to the wall outside of the room they had been in.

Looking down at the dogs dressed int tactical gear awaiting your orders, you smirked. Tonight was going to be the night you finally carried out your plan after three long, tireless years and you wondered just how peacefully you were going to able to sleep tonight as you bursted through doorway, gun shots ringing loudly from your gun and into your ears.

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the art of modernity [ prologue ]

prologue - jueyun karst

pairing: xiao x gn!reader warnings: canon-typical violence mention words: ~1.8k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next ]

chapter summary: you drag four of your closest friends to jueyun karst to chase after possible traces of the adepti. none of them expect for you to actually find any, but hey, anything is possible, right?

a/n: can't believe 'making xiao eat a chicken nugget and french fries' is becoming an actual fic but here we are. enjoy !! :D

when you had asked yanfei the legal repercussions of disrupting jueyun karst, the entire brunch table had looked at you as if you had grown a third eye. kaeya had sat down the third mimosa he had been nursing, while childe had actually stopped speaking for once. yanfei giggled with intrigue and keqing had stared at you with an expression that screamed are you serious right now?

yet somehow, you had ended up in keqing's overcrowded car and made a road trip to fuel your farfetched dreams. sure, like any kid growing up, you had read percy jackson and the archons, but, unlike most kids, you had taken the myths of the archons seriously. shrines and ruins still sung praises of their names, but most liyuean mythology was treated as having no greater value than old folk tales. the world had moved on past the need of teyvat's expansive pantheon of the elemental archons, visions, and celestia, yet some scholars sought to prove the existence of the old gods. most of the time, their efforts were fruitless.

you, of course, were no scholar. you were simply a dumbass who graduated college and decided in their post-college/pre-settled life panic to go traverse the treacherous lands of jueyun karst. as prosperous as liyue was, jueyun karst still remained heavily untouched as there were areas that even rich moguls were scared to get their grubby hands on. why turn the beautiful mountains and swirling lakes into sprawling shopping centers if the entire area was rumored to be cursed anyways? so, the country had turned jueyun karst into a protected area in the form of a national park.

but now, with your car full of three and a half dumbasses (keqing certainly doesn't count and yanfei is only halfway to idiocy), you had decided to certainly ignore the title of protected area. you had full intentions of disrupting whatever you could get your grimy hands on. you wanted to see the adepti in action and, if others called you crazy for it, then so be it.

"gods, where even are we?" kaeya asks. his tone lacks the annoyance you would expect from childe nor the worried-yet-still-composed nature you would expect from keqing's words. so, you shrug him off with a simple wave of your hand.

"not really sure, but there's enough of us out here that we won't die, right?" you ask and kaeya stares at you blankly before turning to look behind the two of you at the three stragglers.

"keqing!" he calls, realizing that you are of no help. "where are we?"

keqing huffs as she approaches the two of you while yanfei and childe stagger behind her, both acting tired despite being some of the most athletic people you know. in typical keqing fashion, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a compass. kaeya stares as the compass needle spins around aimlessly in her hand, its connection clearly disrupted by some force in the area.

"oh gods, what does that mean? we're going to die. we're going to die out here," childe deadpans, panic creeping into his voice. yanfei swats him playfully on the arm before he can begin his usual theatrics, knowing full and well how childe loves living in the spotlight.

"dying in a protected national park is illegal," yanfei adds and kaeya stares at her with a baffled expression.

"what? are the police going to arrest a corpse?" kaeya asks incredulously and yanfei folds her arms over her chest, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"didn't you want to be a cop at one point? shouldn't you be aware as to how arresting procedures work?" yanfei asks and kaeya recoils at her question.

"no, i was considering going into military like my dad. i don't wanna be a cop," kaeya shoots back and childe jokingly gags once he hears the word 'military'.

"military? yuck," childe says and becomes the next recipient to receive childe's incredulous gaze.

"didn't you literally join the fatui for two years?" kaeya asks but childe shakes his head.

"not like you have any proof," the ginger-haired man shoots back.

"i can easily acquire proof?" kaeya says, but keqing clears her throat loudly before the two men can engage in a full showdown of words.

"c'mon, guys, we have bigger problems to solve than childe's blatant lies," keqing redirects the conversation with ease but not before kaeya lets out a triumphant hmph at keqing's words. "like figuring out why this compass isn't working and figuring out how to get back because it doesn't work."

"ooh, maybe it's not working because there are ghosts nearby," childe says, but before yanfei and kaeya can engage with his dumbassery once more, you interject.

"it's likely just elemental energy or adeptal energy. i know you guys probably don't believe in them, but this is said to be the former realm of the adepti. wouldn't be surprised if there are traces of them left!" you say, voice far too cheery for the implication of your words. kaeya only shrugs at the suggestion that gods are watching over you as you travel through the park, yanfei only looks intrigued in a nearly-dangerous way, keqing looks nonplussed due to her strong belief that the gods no longer exist, and childe looks absolutely terrified yet is trying to act like he isn't.

"anyways," you continue. "maybe there's a domain!"

"ancient liyuean law forbids unauthorized entrance into domains without proper licensure from the adventurer's guild," yanfei says, as if knowing ancient law is a completely normal activity for a twenty-something-year-old.

"what is a domain?" keqing and kaeya ask at the same time before glancing at each other.

"i'm... not sure. pretty sure they have like... ancient monsters and stuff," you confess and, for the first time today, childe perks up excitedly, eagerly taking a step closer to you.

"monsters? like those uh... hollychirls? whatever they're called? how big do you think they are?" childe asks with an excited glimmer in his eyes.

"weren't you just worried about dying?" keqing asks, but childe ignores her question.

"so like... we're trying to find this domain, right?" childe asks, confused. "what are we looking for?"

"i don't really see why a domain would have adepti traces so we're probably better off looking for something else," you say and yanfei perks up.

"like that?" she asks, pointing off at something glowing faintly orange in the distance. you squint slightly in an attempt to better look at it, but you're unable to distinguish what exactly yanfei as pointing at.

"we might as well go see what that is," keqing says and you're slightly surprised for the purple-haired girl to suggest such a thing, but you figure she's just trying to find a place where her compass actually works. the spinning dial isn't too much of a concern for you since you're in no rush to leave, but the friends you've brought along aren't quite as keen on discovering the secrets of the adepti as you are, so you follow the herd as they begin to move over to the glowing orange light.

the five of you climb down, approaching what soon reveals itself as a stone pillar with a glowing chunk of cor lapis on top. it's certainly nothing new and is probably a protected relic, yet no guards are stationed in front of it. it's almost certainly been discovered before, so why isn't it..?

"oh, isn't this area usually flooded?" yanfei asks and everyone turns to stare at her.

"you've been here before?" keqing asks and you wonder to yourself when these people will stop asking questions and instead keep looking for hints.

"you guys haven't traveled to jueyun karst before?" yanfei asks, confused. "yeah, this area's usually flooded with water. i've never seen that thing before."

if it's usually flooded, then it was likely discovered before, but not relocated, you think to yourself and immediately break out in a sprint towards the cor lapis tower. sure, it was about the height of you, with the cubic chunk on top reaching the height of your head, yet you were more than satisfied with looking at the carvings on the side. childe is the first to catch up with you, using his long legs to match your pace. he sighs as you finally stop and watches as you frantically begin poking and prodding at the pillar.

"are you sure that's a good idea?" he asks, nervously. "what if it's a mechanism or something?"

"what's the worst that could happen?" you ask and childe sputters over his words.

"a lot of things!" childe insists, yet kaeya, keqing, and yanfei's joined arrival interrupts him from making an even bigger fuss.

"try putting your palm flat on the diamond," yanfei suggests and you take a step back. with a steady hand, you lays her palm flat against the side of the pillar, in which a diamond has been engraved onto its surface. around the group of you, the remnants of water begin to glow orange as the pillar emits an even stronger, unnatural glow of energy. the pillar begins to vibrate rapidly and yanfei lets out a small, knowing laugh while the rest of you watch, wide-eyed and confused by the moving pillar.

yet, all that happens is that the cor lapis situated on the top of the pillar falls off, landing on the side of the pillar with a resounding crack. the four of your friends immediately move over to look at the now shattered chunk of cor lapis on the ground, yet you gravitate towards the stone pillar. on the spot where the cor lapis fell, a single name is etched into the stone, as if this pillar is supposed to mark a specific area.

"'xiao'?" you breathe, reading off the word on the pillar.

"what's xi-" kaeya begins, glancing over at you, but before he can finish, a flash of green appears on the opposite side of your friends. your lips part in shock as you watch the deity appear before you. a mask rests on his face and a polearm rests in his hand, yet despite his disguised face, you can sense the anger rolling off his form in waves. his green hair ruffles in the wind as his free hand reaches up to lower his mask. infuriated amber eyes pierce into yours, but the adeptus speaks before you can.

"i am adeptus xiao. how dare you mortals infringe upon jueyun karst and disrupt my land?" xiao seethes and, for once, all five of you are silent as the yaksha points his polearm at you.

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Notes: This was suggested by @goodegrrrl from the prompt list post, so this is for you. 😊 (I am nervous about this hahaha). Also my dumbass did not realize there are three options, means there are also three 35(s?). So I just put all three prompts in there. Oz and Ivy are none existent in this story.

Prompts:

“I just want to be here for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.“

„Sorry, do I know you?“

TW: slight mention of dead, slight mention of alcohol, mention of anxiety, that’s it. (if you see anything that could be triggering please let me know though)

Altalene

(Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader)

You walked through the rainy streets of the city, careful you wouldn’t slip in your high heeled boots. Around you the trees were lightly bending loosing their usual straight form. The sky was crying, the clouds emptied their pressure. You loved rain but this was even a bit too much for you nonetheless you kept walking ,occasionally looking to the right or left to see a shop or park you used to visit back then when you still lived here. You barely came back to your old hometown, too big the pain you’re feeling every single time knowing you’re in the same city with h e r. Knowing you could pass her any time. Knowing your eyes would lock and you wouldn’t be able to stand the heart wrenching pressure in your chest and just burst out into tears.

Today you were brave though. You came back because one of your beloved family members died, your uncle Max. He was one of those funny guys. One of the few good men. Unlike today the day he died was a warm and sunny day fitting his personality perfectly. Uncle Max went to bed happily the day before and fell into his forever slumber with a smile on his face.

You remember his incredibly loud personality so very much different than your own or in fact any of your family members. He was the life of the party, he was the sunshine and he will stay that forever.

Uncle Max was the first one you outed yourself to. Well, or more likely he caught you, with her, kissing under the big beech in the park. You glanced over her shoulder and got immediately caught by him standing there. He just nodded and gave you t h a t smile and you knew it was okay. From that day on you never talked with him about your sexuality anymore. You loved women, point, blank, period.

You continued walking and after about five minutes you walked by said park. There are at least three other parks in this area but your feet had to bring you to this goddamn thing. If the rain wouldn’t pour all over your already clam hair and glassy eyes you would be able to see the beech. You exactly knew the location you would even say you would be able to navigate it blindfolded and with noise canceling headphones. Your heart would guide you straight to it. Ally Mayfair and you used to visit this exact park at least once every week. For most people that would become a boring ritual. They would think you already saw everything and it would become a dull routine but it was never dull with Ally. There were always new things.

Dull and Ally are definitely two words which don’t fit together.

You first met the brown eyed beauty in her restaurant after your family had asked Ally for catering for one of the family events.

Her shining eyes and bright smile immediately took you in and you couldn’t stop looking at her the entire evening, neither could she.

As the evening came to an end and the mood got a little bit loose, thanks to the tequila shots, your beautiful caterer and you ended up at the small bar isle drinking a glass of wine. Not just was Ally one of the most beautiful women you ever saw, she also had a view on the world that you simply admired. You stayed behind when your parents left the party and tried to soak in every moment with the mesmerizing woman in front of you for god knows when you will get the chance again.

You stayed some more hours and Ally insisted on sharing a taxi with you, making sure you’re safely at home.

After that evening you occasionally went to Ally’s restaurant to drink a coffee and eat a piece of her self made apple pie.

When she found time she would sit with you and talk and the connection you both felt grew stronger and stronger.

When she finally asked you out on a date your excitement went through the roof. The both of you never made a big thing around your age difference but decided to enjoy the time you can spent with each other. One date turned into five. One sleep over turned into the final decision. And two years of relationship turned into a solid base to live together. Since Ally had a small house you just moved in with her and adjusted some things to your liking.

You loved living with Ally. Every day was a joy, every day brought something new, everyday felt like the first warm rays of sunshine on your bare skin after a long and cold winter.

The feeling of that warmth vanished quickly when Ally came home late one night. You were in the living room pacing it up and down waiting for the brunette to finally come home after she was already late for hours and didn’t respond to any of your text messages or calls.

Of course it wasn’t too unusual that Ally would come home later than expected. You can’t just kick people out of a restaurant, you could but that wasn’t her. That wasn’t your always kind and generous Ally.

The unusual thing was the not responding. She always would shoot you a text message or quickly call to say her good nights in case it got exceptionally late. But not this time. After what felt like ages the door opened. You ran to the hallway being greeted by the powerless silhouette of your girlfriend.

“Ally?” you questioned quietly while looking at your girlfriends tear strained eyes and pale face. After closing the door slowly she just fell to the ground as if the closed door was a signal for her body to finally collapse and not having to be strong anymore. You ran to her holding her immediately. It was the day of the holdup. Ally was held up, in her restaurant, the place she felt safe in at all times. Screaming people and a gun aimed right at her and what did she do? Absolutely nothing. She just stood there after she fell in some kind of shock. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t press the emergency button under the bar table right in front of her, she wasn’t there for her customers, she stood there. You cupped her empty face whispering sweet nothing, trying to reassure her that it was a natural reaction and nothing happened to anybody but Ally wasn’t the same anymore after that day.

Her days were terrorized with panic, her nights with paralysis and your relationship with Ally faded. She lost trust. You tried to be there for her, you truly did but she didn’t let you. One day it just exploded.

You stood in the hallway at the same spot Ally was left devastated after the holdup. You looked at each other screaming hysterically after she came home from an exhausting day at work and just couldn’t keep all her stress in, so she left it out at you, ones again.

“What do you even want from me y/n?” She screamed looking at you with pure hatred. Your eyes watered with tears as you screamed back. “I just wanna be here for you. Why don’t you let me?” you broke down in tears and Ally stood there, looking at you just like she did in the restaurant months before. You stared at her, anger building up in you. “Do something!“ you demanded her. Again silence. You turned around running up the stairs, burying your face in the pillows of your shared bed. That time marked the first day you slept separately.

After that day followed many others, Ally didn’t come home anymore sometimes even over night and every morning you stood up greeting her with a smile on your face pretending like you weren’t aware of the strange perfume laying across her skin or the long pieces of hair you found on her blazers while doing laundry. “It’s probably one of the customers” or “maybe she hang out with a friend and slept over” are the foolish lies you kept telling your fragile heart.

On your anniversary you made the effort to get Ally and yourself some tickets for a special reading of one of her favorite cooks and a following wine tasting since you knew the woman had a weakness for the liquor. You told Ally you would visit your parents. When you opened the door quietly, trying to creep up into the living room hoping to meet and surprise her there you heard fainted laughers from said room. As you came closer the truth your head tried to tell your heart since months followed up on you. There she was. Your Ally with another woman. Kissing. The most hurtful part, looking happy. You dropped the card and flowers you grabbed at the shop on your way which made the two women spun around. Ally’s eyes widen when she saw you. You stormed to the stairs, stepping on the first when you felt a hand grabbing your arm. You spun around getting her hands off you. There you stood again, in the hallway where you stood month ago screaming at each other. You looked at her, waiting for something and just like the months before Ally just stood there, not saying a word. You ironically huffed at the thought and made your way up the stairs. Grabbing your suitcase out of your closet, stuffing some clothes and other belongings in there. After getting the necessities you made your way down stairs, taking a quick glimpse at the living room. The woman that made Ally so happy some minutes ago was gone. When you arrived at the door step you heard footsteps behind you. “I’m sorry.” Your girlfriends whisper clung in your ear. You turned around letting your bag fall to the floor and taking some steps closer to the woman you shared your past years with. “I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.“ With that you turned around and closed the door.

That was the last time you saw Ally. After you let some time pass, hoping you would get over her like everyone always did after a breakup. “You just need some time and eventually it will be fine again.” Everyone always says, right?

But not with Ally. Not her. So you decided to move, as far as possible. You got a new job, a new hair cut and a new goal in life. Long forgotten about the happy family life that you had planned with your ex girlfriend. It has been 10 years now. You occasionally visited your family but you just stayed one or two days, barely leaving the house, still too afraid to ever face h e r.

After realising you were stuck in your thoughts for a while you looked up to where the hell you even were. Looking to your left you saw a building. “Butchery on main” was written in a bold font on the big shield over the restaurant that you knew all too well. You wanted to leave, you genuinely wanted to but your heart once again told you something else. So you entered the building. The building of the woman you tried so desperately to never see again. The building where everything started, or well, ended. Or did it ever end? It has been ten years and you still couldn’t take your mind off her. You entered the restaurant and immediately were infused with this scent. Ally’s scent. The entire place seemed to smell just like her.

You let yourself sink down on one of the free tables at the very back of the restaurants. Nothing changed. The same interior, the same colours on the wall and in the background a song you knew all too well. “Altalene.” Ally’s favourite song. The amount of times you had to listen to it while she belted it out in the car was unbelievable. “I just love those lyrics” she always would say before belting the chorus. “Ironic how the lyrics matched our relationship.” You thought to yourself. A never ending storm except of the time you were with each other. Really being with each other. You were you. She was she. All the other days it was rainy. You let out a small giggle looking out at the storm that left you completely soaked, your clothes stuck on your body and you chose to go into Ally’s restaurant. For warmth. For comfort.

You couldn’t help but had to chuckle again thinking about the old memory. You had a great time with her. She was a great woman.

“Someone is happy to be here it seems.” A voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Your gaze averted to the side and there she was. Beautiful as ever. The older age suited her well, small wrinkles formed around her warm brown eyes making her smile seem even kinder than it already was. You looked at her mesmerised trying to burn every little detail of her face into your brain, trying to keep this as an forever memory as well.

You didn’t realise how long you must have stared at her if it wouldn’t have been for her face loosing the smile and her expression to become a confused look.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” She asked carefully. “I don’t think so. No.” You said staring at her once more. She looked at you, a small forming on her lips once again. “But I would like to order a coffee.” You said just smiling and letting the warmth fill your body.

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seungstarss · 2 years

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⸻ ❝ 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ❞ ˎˊ˗ CHAPTER 002

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「 11:00 PM : ❛❛ WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT❜❜ 」

"Personally, I think it would be more logical to head to the instruction center first," Yn gestured to Heeseung's side. "It would be the best to figure out what the heck is going on, right?"

Ryujin and Yeiji nodded in agreement, locking their arms with Yn's, turning their back on the other group, whose members dwindled at a swift pace.

The three of them treaded to the back of the crowd, trying their best not to stand out. In a situation like this, it was best not to stick out. It was wise to stay hidden and avoid being the subject of any kind of argument. No one wanted a target pinned on themselves. It was easy to stab people in the back in an environment with such divided opinions.

"Yn! You're here too?!" A voice cried in disbelief. A boy with pale messy hair let out an enormous sigh of relief before calming down from his previously anxious state.

Wide-eyed, Yn immediately went to comfort the boy, who seemly stood stiffly, eyes darting around as he felt out of place. "Taehyun! I didn't expect to see you here too! It's so odd how most people are from the same university, huh?"

"Yeah, I received an invitation after school, and these men, they—"

"We'll get moving now," Heeseung demanded before patting Jay on the shoulder. "Don't get hurt, you poor things."

"Fuck you." Jay cursed. "If you guys get hurt, don't come running back to us."

Heeseung's group traveled towards the tunnel on the right, whispering among themselves as they mocked the other group for their "stupidity."

"Oh, we better follow along." Yn rushed, nudging Taehyun towards the moving crowd. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce you! This is Ryujin, and this is Yeji, my dearest friends."

The two girls gave Taehyun a gentle smile and introduced themselves quickly. Perhaps this had loosened some more nerves in the boy. He genuinely seemed more comfortable as the colour in his face returned.

—

The pathway was decorated with torches with no need for any artificial light. Even the slightest sound echoed through the tunnel, causing everyone to become self-conscious. Unlike the previous area where everyone had gathered, the walls reflected their old and unstable inner workings as pieces of bricks crumbled, creating gaping cavities in the walls. The group walked in silence, but everyone's eyes wandered in different directions, observing their surroundings.

Yn's thoughts wandered as she followed closely behind Ryujin, Yeji, and Taehyun. She was at the back, the very back. The darkness seemed to divulge into different shapes, forming creatures unsightly to the eyes. Yn pressed her lips in a thin line as her breathing quickened. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? What was in the shadows? Her palms grew sweaty as the pathway began to swirl. Yn kept her eyes glued onto the ground, keeping her footing steady, not wanting to become a burden to the group. The dirt ground grew blurry, and for an instant, she saw a group of spiders rush past her sneakers. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach as the grotesque feeling of the spiders crawling against her shoe sucked all the colour out of her face. Before she could scream, someone beat her to it.

"W-what the Fuck! What the fuck is that?!" A screech came from the front of the group. The girl stood frozen to the ground with her arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes grew large in horror, and her lips quivered, failing to speak another word. The entire group looked in the direction the girl had her eyes glued on and looked back at her with confusion.

"There's nothing there dumbass, stop scaring us." A boy with a red beanie grunted.

"There's nothing there, don't worry, let's keep moving. The instruction center seems close." Heeseung cooed, comforting the girl who was now shaking.

Yn's breathing got heavier, darting her eyes around her surroundings. Did she actually see something? What had her so scared?

"Hey Yn, you okay? You're looking a bit pale." Ryujin asked in a hushed tone, trying not to disturb the rest of the group.

Yn attempted to smile, trying her best to reassure her friend. "O-oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just saw some spiders, that's all."

"Oh ew what? I know you hate spiders! That must've been horrifying."

"Yeah, it was — Horrifying."

—

"We're here, but the door's locked," Heeseung spoke in a calm, low tone, just loud enough for everyone to hear. "It's glass though. We could probably break through."

"You can use this Heeseung." Jay's girlfriend offered him the wooden bat she was carrying in her bag.

"Thanks, Jiyoon, but it's professor to you." He spoke, examining the bat with extreme focus. "Does this belong to Jay?"

Jiyoon fumbled with her fingers shyly, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Y-yeah, I stole it from his bag before we left. I thought it would be useful to at least have one weapon."

Heeseung smirked, patting the girl on the head. "Good work."

Taehyun gagged at the sight, pointing his finger at the pair in disgust. "Um, does professor Lee flirt with everyone?" He whispered accusingly to the three of them.

"I don't think he's flirting with her," Yeji spoke as she furrowed her eyebrows. "It seems like he's undermining her. Looking down on her, as if she was a young child."

"It does seem like he's mocking her." Ryujin agreed, shaking her head in confusion. "Yn he's not cute...he seems more twisted than cute."

"Yn, you find him cute?" Taehyun questioned as if your tastes were insane.

"Well, I mean," A dusky blush rose to her cheeks. "He's pretty good looking you know, but whatever, it's not yet time for crush talk."

"True, we should assist them." Taehyun nodded, Shuffling through his bag to find anything to help break the glass.

Heeseung swung at the glass with force, breaking the barriers easily. The sound echoed through the tunnel, bouncing off the walls and shards of glass flew, causing the entire group to stumble back. "It's easier than I thought." He smirked, rubbing the sweat off his forehead. He moved over to the side of the door, gesturing for everyone to enter. "Go on, don't be drags and get moving." The entire group began to make their way one by one into the dark control center as Heeseung waited by the door, gripping onto his arm.

As Yeji, Taehyun, and Ryujin entered, Yn stopped in her tracks, catching a glance of the blood dripping from Heeseung's arm. "Professor, are you alright?" She asked in a worried tone.

"Ah, Yn, I didn't know you were here too. I'm fine, don't worry about it. It's just a scratch."

"Don't Mercutio me," Yn sighed anxiously, grabbing the small first-aid set she picked up at the entrance of the blue-tiled area. "Let me help you wrap that up."

Heeseung chucked at the girl as he willingly stretched his arm for Yn to sanitize the wound. "Did you just make a Shakespeare joke?"

"Shut up. I'm trying to focus right now." Yn blushed as she wrapped the bandage around his forearm tightly. She noticed his gaze fixed on her as she ripped the bandage, breaking it off from the roll.

Heeseung chuckled, thanking her with a gentle smile. "You've got quite the knack for things like this, huh?"

"N-no, I just-"

"Hey sir, there's um nothing but this in here." A boy with a navy baseball cap shouted. "You might wanna see this."

The two of them glanced at each other before walking side by side into the control center that was now swarming with confused students. Yn stood back, encouraging Heeseung to move to the front, as he looked back at her, waiting for her to catch up. "Go on professor, I'll stay back here with my friends."

Heeseung nodded before leaving her with Yeji and Ryujin, who both looked rather distraught. "What's up?" Yn questioned in a low tone while nudging the two girls who were clearly out of it.

"Do you think we're going to die?" Yeji murmured, biting her nails anxiously.

"I D-don't know," Ryujin answered, lips quivering as she gripped tighter on her bag.

"What the hell is going on?" Yn shook both of them, curious about the whole situation. "What do you mean 'are we gonna die?'"

Yeji trembled before lifting her arm slowly, motioning towards the middle of the crowd. The group stood frozen as they all stared at the single sentence written in a large font on the glass board.

"Just try to survive."

Yn's eyes grew large as the memory of the lady standing still and pointing towards the distance while shrieking re-entered her mind. Did she actually see something? What if there's something we don't know about? What if something kills us? What if someone kills us?

"W-what the fuck is that?!" A student yelled, pointing behind Yn. Her mind raced, processing the situation. Why couldn't she move? What the fuck was behind her?

Ryujin aggressively nudged Yn to turn around as her face fell pale, eyes full of fear.

A few meters behind her was a woman's face, her smile too wide, overstretched as they reached her eyes. Her hair was long, messy, and fell below her—

Where the fuck was her body

Her head was attached to spider legs, long and furry tarantula legs, massive enough to squash a person with a single step. The thing smiled at them, skittering closer to the group. It was outside the glass they had broken through to enter the center, right outside. It stood, pulsing, smiling, and gnawing at what seemed to be a human arm, while tilting her head left and right, profusely getting faster. This wasn't the type of creature from the dead with rotting skin or a sea creature with tentacles. Instead, it weaved in aspects of people's worst fears — It was a monster manifested from one's phobias.

Before the crowd could process the whole situation, the blasphemous creature clawed its way towards the glass, completely breaking past it. Horrid screams and blood splatters filled Yn's vision as some people were impaled with glass shards. The sound of the skewered flesh made her sick — but she had a significantly more threatening problem. She froze stiffly as she came face to face with the creature. It towered over her and its legs were long enough to envelop the entire group with one swing. Its smile was condescending, and the stench made her heave. She wanted to puke; she wanted the scream, yell, cry — but nothing came out.

Maybe she should've gone with Jay.

Maybe she should've equipped herself with protective gear first.

Maybe then she wouldn't be in this situation — Inches away from death.

What will you do?

1) turn around and attempt to run (but there's a dead-end)

2) shove someone in front of you

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❝ 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? ❞

➻ content: just the kingscholar family shipping y/n and their second prince

➻ warnings: to the max diabetes²

➻ comments: i've marked my word. here it is. i'm gonna make this pancake extra fluffy.

wow this is 2279 words...

The Afterglow Savanna is known to hold the royal family of the Kingscholars along with having a warm to hot tropical climate. A homeland that has women that are highly respected by men. A place where strength, agility, intelligence, and power are looked up to.

A palace where crackheads are concerningly suited on the throne.

“Papa!” a little cub of five-years-old came dashing over to the throne room followed by his babysitter. “Papa!” he called again, clinging unto the taller man’s legs who was currently conversing with a servant. Farena looked down at his little replica and chuckled. He scooped up the little boy. “What is it, son?” he grinned letting the servant excuse himself.

Cheka giggled, wrapping his little arm around his father’s neck before stretching his other arm out to the entrance of the throne room, indicating he wanted to bring him somewhere. With a gleeful proclamation, he bounced, “They’re outside! Uncle Leona went out of his room again! And–”

“He is?!” boomed the king, the regality in his persona now dispersed at the sound of his brother. The cub clapped his hands, laughing loudly as his father carried him outside to peek at the balcony. The royal servants looked at each other in surprise and confusion. It wasn’t a surprise that the king is known to be outgoing and loud, however, for what reason?

Farena peered over at the balcony from the highest area of the palace. His eyes glancing down at the vast savannah below him while Cheka wiggled, being placed down on the balcony railing while being held by the king. “Where are they?” he mumbled. Was he perhaps, hiding?

“There! There they are! Papa, he’s holding her hand!” Cheka pointed out with a little bounce.

“No way. Cheka call your mother.”

“No! I want to see Uncle Leona!”

The king grumbled with a pout. His little replica simply stuck his tongue out before glancing back at where he spotted his uncle. They were quite far from the palace, not far enough to be unseen. It was as clear as day to see that he accompanied a smaller woman beside him. Her attire is similar to those of the royal guards. Was it a rarity to see even Leona wearing something befitting for his title as a prince, maybe? Probably forced to do so but that doesn’t matter. Farena and Cheka are both enjoying watching the little date go on.

“Papa, will I have a little cousin?” pouted Cheka as he fiddled with his little tail. Farena arched his eyebrow, glancing at his son. “What’s with the sudden question?”

With a bigger pout, he looked at his father. “I want a playmate!” he innocently said. His father chuckled, “Why don’t you ask your uncle? He’s the only one who can give you a cousin.”

“But he hasn’t kissed auntie y/n yet! He said he doesn’t want to.” He huffed.

“Be patient, Cheka. Your uncle needs more time. And besides, you’ll have one soon,” Farena booped his son’s nose making the younger lion sigh. “Fine…” he whined.

Down below at the grounds of the savannah, the stalked second prince leaned against the tree while he looked up at the woman climbing with half-lidded eyes. Keeping his green eyes on a lookout for any loose branch that could easily break under her weight. “I don’t get what’s your objective,” he called, seeing as she easily chopped off the stem of an apricot.

“You could fall.”

“Awww,” you cooed, holding on a branch as you leaned down, “Is the prince looking out for me?” you teased as you bit off the apricot. Leona rolled his eyes, “It’s a loss for the royal guards if anything happened to you. You’re one of the careless batches,” he commented, half teasing as he smirked. You continued to bite from the apricot, sitting on a sturdy batch that’s just above Leona.

“Hey, I’m perfectly capable of beating you up anytime I want to.”

“Wanna bet?” he challenged as he tilted his head up. His eyes held an attractive lazy look, half-lidded, and lips pressed in a thin line. Kissable.

“Nah,” you refused with a mouth full of apricot. “I prefer to finish my apricot and just lay on this branch while I watch you fall asleep and then leave you.” You threw the fruit’s seed and placed your elbows on your thighs, your face being cupped by your hands as you smiled down at the prince. His eyes were already closed, his tail was gently swishing along with his ears twitching. Nonetheless, the more you stared, the more you were falling for this man.

“Coward. You wouldn’t want to admit I can easily defeat you with how small you are.” His voice cut off your daydreaming state. Unbeknownst to him, in just a second, his body was now slammed to the ground – with a loud grunt at that – with you on top. Easily pinning him down with both your arms on the sides of his head and your knees at the sides of his waist. “Is that a challenge, Your Highness?” you smirked.

Leona arched an eyebrow, lips staying neutral as he just stared at you. Ah, gorgeous. The confidence and cheekiness in your eyes were attractive. A true guard, courageous and willing to face any challenges. Even going as far as challenging the prince himself. If that wasn’t a turn on, what else. Love is stupid.

“Maybe.” He lazily placed his arms under his head. “It’s warm. Makes me want to sleep.”

“Leona, you’re no fun.”

“I can see what’s happening,” Farena sighed as he leaned on his cheek. Cheka glanced over at his papa, “What?”

“And they don’t have a clue.”

“Who?”

Farena pointed at the two lions at the distance who are now walking over to a small lake. The other lazily walking behind the female who was already feet away from him. “They’ll fall in love and here’s the bottom like – our trio’s down to two.” He brought up to fingers while Cheka, who had no idea what his father was talking about, simply let out an ‘oh’.

“Ze sweet caress of twilight.” Cheka giggled at his father’s ridiculousness, “There’s magic everywhere. And will all this romantic atmosphere…” Farena sighed but smiled. “Cheka, my boy, you’ll be having a cousin earlier than I expected. But, don’t tell your uncle I told you.” He winked as Cheka cheered.

Disaster’s in the air.

The waters are still and cool. The sun was dipping and the birds soared the sky as if they’re painting it with an array of warm colours. The deck creaked with every step you took. You lowered yourself, kneeling on the side to scoop up some water to drink. Leona was beside you glancing at both your reflections before his eyes wandered over at yours. Contemplated, was his emotions getting the better of him. No other woman could make him feel...important. Not his brother, not the school, not Cheka, it was a mere royal guard. Someone important to his life in the purpose of protection. You were important to him that way, or was it?

Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings The world, for once, in perfect harmony With all its living things

You opened your eyes, calmly sipping the water in your hands. Eyes meeting green ones from the reflection. You smirked, “Hey, Leona,” you called and glanced up. “Since when was the last time you bathe?” you questioned with a little tilt of your head. He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Last ni– oi!” he growled upon feeling the water dripped down his face after you threw the water on him.

Laughing, that’s what echoed throughout the lake. No fear of getting in trouble. No harm is done. Just a wet prince. “Again?! Didn’t hear you!” You jumped. Water splashing across the deck and drenching Leona more. His white shirt now sticking on his skin as you swim up to greet him. “You’re going to do my laundry,” he tsked and glared at your grinning form.

“And what are you doing just standing at the shallow part of the lake?” He crossed his arms, an arch of an eyebrow mocking you as you looked down at yourself. The water reached your chest and your feet were planted firmly on the soil below. “Can’t reach?” he mocked leaning over you from the deck. You stuck your tongue out and placed your hand to your hips. “So? I can swim.”

“Prove it.”

“Not until you jump in first.”

“I’m perfectly fine staying up here where it’s dry.”

“Maybe it’s you who couldn’t swim,” you taunted and leaned your head on the deck.

As if on cue, your eyes immediately closed. Feeling the water splash your face when Leona jumped in. Hah, who knew a little taunt could make the lazy prince prove to you who’s the dominant one in this friendship. He can prove himself when he tries. Sure, you’re a strong-willed woman, but you sure do love to play with his strings. He didn’t come back up from the water.

You knew what was coming.

“Leona–!”

So many things to tell her But how to make her see The truth about my past? Impossible She’d turn away from me

Descending underwater and gripping on his arms, you forced yourself to float atop. More training on readying your breathing, yes? You pushed your head up the water and inhaled deeply. “You ass…” you coughed and kept a tight grip on his arm. He ascended from the water and chuckled. “Congrats, you can swim this far.” You looked over your shoulder with wide eyes. You were far from the deck. Made you wonder how fast could Leona swim. “P-Put me back!” you screamed and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

The prince merely laughed at you. A melodious tune anyone would rarely hear coming from him. Only pops out when he’s mocking you. Strong and courageous? You look like a small kitten clinging on him like that. An urge to protect you despite it being your job to protect him. “Leona!” you yelled, “Bring me back it’s deep!” you panicked.

“I’m not going to let you go, dumbass.” His grip around your waist tightened. Just trust him. That’s all he ever wanted. Something he couldn’t give easily and yet he wanted it to be earned.

You looked at him and back at the water. He can swim. It was effortless. Your little teasing has led you screaming in fear. Leona is someone unpredictable. Yet the grip on your waist had made you relax a little as your ears flattened against your head. “What will I do to you if you drop me?”

“Stab me if you want, I don’t care. I stay with my word.” He shrugged. You looked at him in surprise. Again, an unpredictable man. Did he really think you’re capable of hurting him? Was he joking? Leona, stop staring.

He’s holding back, he’s hiding But what, I can’t decide Why won’t he be the king I know he is The king I see inside?

“You’re making me suspicious.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Uh-huh?”

“I’ll stab you if you don’t tell me.”

“You’re confusing me more than I confuse you and I hate it.” He grumbled.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” You could tell, he was getting annoyed the more you spoke. Who cares? If taunting him was the only way to get him to speak, you would. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Whatever you’re hiding.”

“That I love you?”

Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings The world, for once, in perfect harmony With all its living things

So blunt, so endearing. His gaze, even, remained neutral with just an eyebrow arched as he just stared at you. Your breaths syncing as you just looked at each other’s eyes. He hated it. He hated your silence. His pride, wrecked, just like that. Your eyes say, what he assumed to be, doubt and surprise. “Let’s go back. I’m tired.”

“You could’ve just told me, you asshat.” you laughed as you adjusted yourself, wrapping your legs around his waist. “And let me speak next time. I hate it when you doubt yourself,” you said and cupped his face. He narrowed his eyes at you before rolling them, “I wasn’t.”

“Haha… very funny, Your Highness.”

With that, you pressed your lips on his. Requited love sending sparks upon both your lips. A tightened hold on both bodies as the sun shone a silhouette on your form. Tails flicking across the water, the kiss deepening and leaving you breathless. So soft, addicting, just like you said, kissable. A desire to reconnect and devour his hidden affection. That is His Highness, Leona Kingscholar. Not a king, just a prince. No title to behold or rank the amount of love you held for him.

Can you feel the love tonight? You needn’t look too far Stealing through the night’s uncertainties Love is where they are

“And if he falls in love tonight…” sniffled Farena while Cheka patted his tears away. “It can be assumed.” He smiled at his son who pouted. “His carefree days with us are history.”

“What’s carefree?”

“In short: Our pal is doomed!” hollered the king. Cheka looked over his shoulder before back at his father. He doesn’t know what’s going on with his papa or whatever is still coming out of his mouth. All he knows is that he saw the both of you kiss and now he cheered.

“Papa! Mama! I’m gonna have a playmate soon!!!”

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single mom!reader (leon x f!reader)

PART 1 |

(a/n) sorry for the delay in this part. i have been really busy and super bleh because of my antidepressants, but tonight i finally feel like writing. this is part 2 of 5, and next part uhhh... might get a little spicy. don't say i didn't warn you lmao. - zee

word count: 1656

contains: angst to an extent

warnings: light swearing, fighting, panic attacks

paring: leon kennedy x fem!reader (single mother)

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story under the cut

Staggered breaths were heard inside the house, followed by a loud cough. The area of Spain you were in was surprisingly cold, and the cabin you were in wasn’t helping any, considering how run down it was. Your gun was in your hand, following behind Leon as you kept watch on anything that could happen behind the man.

Leon turned the corner, and you did the same. Seeing a man who was currently filling his fireplace with wood, poking and prodding at it in the mean time.You raised an eyebrow, keeping your gun in your hand as Leon cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, sir, I am Leon Kennedy. I was wondering if you have seen this girl.”

The man turned back at him, speaking in Spanish in a very angry manner. You pursed your lips together, Leon giving you a shrug.

“Leon! Look out!” You yelled, firing your gun at the man who rose an axe towards your partner. You shot at his head multiple times, before he finally fell to the ground. Noises were heard outside, and Leon took it upon himself to look out through the window. You let out a breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding, before looking out the window with Leon and seeing a lot more people.

“Shit,” Leon muttered, making sure his gun was loaded before pushing you to go towards the stairs.

“I know what I’m doing, Kennedy,” you sassed, going up the stairs quickly with him following behind. He let out a huff, grabbing a few things of ammo that he found in drawers and handing it to you. You put them into your bag, shaking your head as you found some herbs. The sound of a door breaking down was heard downstairs, which caused your eyes to widen.

“There!” You called out, pointing at the window.

“Good eye,” Leon replied, going to jump out. You bit at your lip, hearing the villagers walking around downstairs before you eventually jumped down yourself, being caught by Leon. You let out a cough, Leon having a shit eating grin on his face before you pulled your gun out and shot 3 villagers behind him.

The blonde placed you back down on the ground, starting to run farther away from the village people. You sighed quietly to yourself, following behind as per usual. You knew something was up here, not normal, and just like Raccoon City.

You put Raccoon City in the back of your mind as Hunnigan called Leon, and you stood to the side listening through your ear piece. You kicked at some rocks, thinking about your son and what he could be doing at home. A huff left Leon’s mouth, ending the call with Hunnigan.

“Ashley is around here somewhere,” Leon spoke out, putting an end to your thoughts. You looked over at him, giving him a nod.

“No shit.”

“Hey, I know you have something going on, but that attitude of your’s needs to leave,” Leon snapped, running a hand through his hair. You raised an eyebrow.

“MY attitude? I am so sorry that I had to leave my nine year old son behind to go on a mission to find the President’s dumbass daughter!” You exclaimed, to which he rolled his eyes. The stress the two of you had from your recent encounters was prominent in this conversation, and you put your hands up slightly.

“You know what. You’re right. Sorry for making you upset, Kennedy,” You spoke sarcastically, walking away from the other. Leon’s jaw clenched, following behind you and grabbing your wrist, turning you to face him.

“Stop being a brat.”

“You’re being the brat,” You seethed, shaking his grip off of you as you head towards another cabin. Leon sighed, knowing he messed up by snapping at you. The two of you trekked to the cabin ahead, opening the door and looking around.

“Here,” you spoke, going to move something out of the way of a doorway. Leon gave a nod, going into a room and hearing commotion in the wardrobe in the corner. You followed after grabbing things in the other room, seeing Leon opening the wardrobe door.

All of a sudden, you felt immense pressure in your head and the whole world went black.

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The smell of rotting walls is what awoke you. Pain shot through your head, wrists bound behind you. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing two men in front of you. The one Leon was tied up to was unfamiliar, but he must’ve been in that wardrobe Leon opened up.

“Leon?” You called out. He seemed to have been in the middle of a conversation with the man he was tied up to, showing him the picture of Ashley.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Leon asked, to which you gave a slight nod. Luis looked over to you.

“Ah, senorita, they must’ve hit you hard,” he spoke out, giving a sympathetic smile. You gave a nod again, not feeling up to talking as the pain in your head was searing. Leon sighed to himself, putting the photo of Ashley back into his pocket. You must’ve missed a bit of their conversation.

Loud footsteps were heard outside, which caused you to snap your head up. You saw a giant man walk in. Your eyes felt a bit heavy, desperately trying to keep them open before you slipped off into another slumber.

Snapping awake, you felt something warm pressed against your right arm. Your eyes were wide, sweat sticking to your skin as you looked up at the person who held you. Leon.

You still felt angry at him, but you decided to put that in the back of your head. He looked down at you, hearing your ragged breathing.

“Hey, sleepy head. I have been carrying you around for what feels like ages,” he murmured, placing you back down again. You sighed, rubbing the back of your head.

“I’m sorry… I just feel so sick,” you muttered, before tears started to stain your cheeks. You were tired, and you didn’t know why. And you felt out of touch with reality. Leon’s concern grew for you.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing your back. You shook as you cried, falling to your knees.

Panic rose in you, thinking about how you woke up some when you were held captive and something being put into your neck. You immediately looked up at Leon.

“They put something in me,” you expressed, starting to feel yourself become sick.

“Y/n, I am sure you’re fine-”

“Fine?! How can I be fine?! What if I turn into one of them?!” You screamed at him, covering your face afterwards. You thought about Adrian, and how he would potentially have to grow up without his mommy. He was already growing up without a father figure, you couldn’t imagine having him lose you now. You looked down, opening your locket as your breathing was labored. You couldn’t stop the panic, but you could calm down your tears. The adrenaline was already pumping hard through your veins, as you shakily touched the face of your son, and glanced towards the face of your late boyfriend.

“Who is that?” Leon asked, looking down at the locket. You glanced up, his face had softened.

“My late boyfriend… he… he turned into one of those monsters in Raccoon City… right in front of me and Adrian,” you mumbled, closing it. Leon frowned, helping you up from the ground. You composed yourself quickly, starting to go the way you assumed you were to go.

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The plane you were in was whirring loudly, about to take off. You were currently sitting in front of Ashley Graham and the President, with Leon right beside you. Your mission was a success, but the trauma that both you and Leon had experienced on the way was enough to make you never want to work for the government again. But, this is all you had.

The President got up from his seat, walking towards the front of the plane. You looked at Ashley, who was currently looking at Leon in a loving way. A pit formed in your stomach, and you didn’t know if it was jealousy. You looked out the window, seeing the ocean, and clouds… and more ocean.

Unbeknownst to you, but known to Ashley, Leon was looking at you the same way Ashley was looking at him. He didn’t know why, but he felt even more attracted to you after the events you two had endured. You knew that it would be a few days until you could see your son, since you have to give information to your agency and other government officials, but at the end of the day, your son was now your number one priority again.

“Why her?” Ashley spoke out, her eyes going wide as both you and Leon looked at her. Her face flushed to a bright red color, before she excused herself, going to wherever her father was.

“What was that for?” You mumbled, playing with your hands. You looked over at Leon, smiling a bit as you felt your heart swell up.

“I don’t know… but at least she is gone, her staring was getting annoying,” Leon chuckled, which caused you to giggle. You bit at your lip, seeing his hand on the armrest. You moved your smaller one to lay on top of it, your fingers intertwining.

“Thank you,” You whispered, “for getting me back safe.”

“I made a promise, didn’t I? How about we celebrate tonight, everything on me,” Leon said smugly, which caused you to blush.

“Yeah, yeah lover-boy… I’ll give you a chance,” You said with a grin, looking back out the window and taking your hand away from his. You missed the warmth, but you didn’t want to deal with Ashley’s whining.

Maybe staying away from home for a few more days wouldn’t be so bad...

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