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hysteriablues · 1 year

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||Childhood sweethearts|| Rotxo x M!reader

Rotxo x childhood friend male reader, enjoy!

Since you were just a toddler you considered Rotxo to be your best friends. You two had always done everything together growing up, you couldn't imagine not having him in your life. Due to your and Rotxo's parents also being close friends you got to see him everyday. Rotxo was such a sweetheart, you couldn't see how someone could ever dislike him. So it was no surprise that at some point you realized that you had fallen for your best friend, fallen extremely hard at that too. But how could you not? He was everything you could ever want.

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You had gotten sick, you don't know how you managed that but here you were laying in your bed. Your limbs hurt every time you moved, and you were pretty sure that you were having a light fever. Your Mother was not home at the moment going to collect herbs to make you medicine and your father had gone hunting. You groaned in pain tossing around to try and get more comfortable. You hated being sick, it made you feel helpless and you hated that. For a second you had actually managed to find a comfortable position, and just the second after you heard someone approaching. Your ears perked up trying to recognize the step pattern, a small smile made it's way onto your face when you realized who it was. You sat up only to get pushed down again. "Y/n lay down, you're sick." You chuckled at your best friends behaviour. Even when you were younger, he always came over when you were sick. Either to keep you company or to nurse you, he was always there and always had a way to make you feel better.

Not wanting to upset him, you laid back down. You watched as he sat down next to you. "It's a miracle how you got sick, it's not like you did something out of your routine or something. Maybe you ate something you shouldn't have..?" Rotxo mumbled on thinking of various reasons of your sudden sickness, you only shrugged. After a while Rotxo let out a sigh before turning to look at you. "By the way, Ao'nung told you to get better soon." You raised your brow at that not really believing the words coming out of the other males mouth. "Is that so?" Rotxo nodded, you looked at him in disbelief. "Well that's a first, wow." The na'vi next to you let out a quiet laugh "He's not as bad as you make him out to be Y/n." you rolled your eyes at his statement. "Yeah yeah I guess so, but he's still a bitch sometimes." Rotxo only shook his head at your comment before his face suddenly lit up. You watched as he grabbed something out of a little leather bag he had been carrying at his hip. "Here, I brought you something- I thought that would make you feel a bit better" He held it out to you so you took it from his hand, looking down at it you realized that it was a pearl. A green one, you smiled. Since your childhood you have been collecting green pearls seeing as green was your favorite color, but they were extremely rare.

"Ah Rotxo- I love you so much, where did you find this one?" You looked up from the pearl only to find Rotxo flushing deep blue looking off to the side. "Yesterday, I was swimming with Ao'nung. And I saw this shell.." Your chest swelled up at that "So you thought of me and went to check for a green pearl?" he nodded his head at your question. You continued smiling looking down at the pearl in your hand. "Rotxo, you wouldn't mind adding this one to my collection would you? I can't really uh, get up right now-" Your best friend shook his head smiling sympathetically at you, he knew how much you hated being sick. You also tend to get emotional depending on how sick you are feeling.

Taking the pearl from your outstreched hand Rotxo made his way over to a bag that way hanging on a spear and added your new pearl into it. After that he sat down next to you again. "You were right, it did make me feel better. I literally love you so much Rotxo" You sighed out leaning your head against Rotxo's thigh. A hand ran through your hair, slowly massaging your scalp, you leaned into the touch feeling relaxed by it. The other na'vi smiled seeing you lean into his touch like that, he really hoped you would get better soon. He watched as you tossed a bit before grabbing his hand and holding it. Eventually you drifted off to sleep.

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A week later and you were finally healthy again! Your legs didn't hurt anymore anytime you tried to stand up. After getting yourself ready for the day you practically sprinted through half of the village to get to the beach. You went to the spot where you and your friends usually met up everyday. You could already spot Ao'nung from afar, his hair and gaze recognizable even from even a big distance, but you couldn't spot Rotxo. "Hey Ao'nung!" You greeted the other na'vi who smiled ever so slightly upon seeing you. "Oh, yo you finally decided not to be sick anymore?" You rolled your eyes at him playfully. "Yeah yeah whatever, where is Rotxo? He's normally never late." Ao'nung shrugged "Maybe he overslept?" That sounded very unlike him. "I don't think so" You told the other na'vi turning around to face the village again. "I think I'm going to check in on him." Ao'nung nodded even though you couldn't see him "I'll let the other guys know that you and Rotxo won't be coming today." you bit Ao'nung a quick goodbye before heading of to Rotxo's pod.

"Hey Rotxo! You up?" You walked into the males pod only to see him laying in his bed seemingly resting. You let out an small "oops" upon seeing that he indeed was still sleeping. Walking closer to him you looked around, carful not to step on anything. Sitting down next to him you sighed a bit relieved seeing that you had not woken him up. You looked down at him, he looked very peaceful in his sleep. Reaching down slowly you brushed a strand of hair out of his face and the next moment you suddenly were laying next to him. You looked around with a deadpanned expression. Rotxo had grabbed your hand in your sleep and had pulled you down next to him.

Now what were you supposed to do? You didn't want to move in fear of waking him up because he clearly needed that rest, but it would be awkward explaining to Rotxo what happened when he woke up. So you just, stayed still. It's not like you had anything to do today, plus.. It didn't feel too bad being this close to Rotxo. You could see the way his chest rose with every breath he took, smiling at that you leaned onto him and wrapped your arms around him. Rotxo being deep asleep and sensing heat coming from your body mimicked your action and pulled you even closer. The male na'vi had laid your head against his chest, you nearly exploded at that.

Holy shit You thought to yourself This must be heaven. Your ear twitched when Rotxo started to move again, he had wrapped his legs around you as well. Internally you were panicking never having made so much skin contact with him since you two were little. Your big crush on him didn't help the current situation, if anyone could see your face right now it would probably be a deep blue shade. After taking a few deep breaths you calmed yourself again, you could hear his heartbeat, loud and steady. It was relaxing to listen to, you smiled at that and simply went back to listening to it's beat.

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At some point you must have dozed off without noticing, you slowly opened your eyes to be greeted by the sight of Rotxo's chest. You let out a big breath and leaned against his chest again. You nearly had a heart attack when you suddenly heard your best friends voice. "Y/n? Are you awake?" You had decided not to say anything since you were pretty much planning on going back to sleep at that current moment, but that all changed when you heard Rotxo start talking again. "Oh good-" He whispered relieved "I thought I had woken you up." he ran a hand through your hair smiling fondly while doing so. "You know, everything was pretty boring the past week without you Y/n, I'm glad you are healthy again.." It seemed like Rotxo had been talking to you while you had been sleeping, you continued to listen to his voice. "My Y/n.. I wish you knew how beautiful you are." Your breath hitched as soon as you heard him say that, you nearly gave away that you, for a matter of fact were indeed awake. You then felt Rotxo wrapping his hands around you again. "I see you Y/n. I see how beautiful you are, I wish for you to be mine." Rotxo sighed out against your forehead and gave it a quick kiss. You were stunned, shocked, taken aback, astonished, flabbergasted even at what you had just heard coming out of your best friends mouth.

Now or never I guess you couldn't just lay there peacefully and pretend like you hadn't heard a thing after having been crushing on him for so many years. You inhaled deeply trying to calm down internally. "Rotxo." The poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin upon hearing you call his name. "O-oh! Y/n you're awake!" He laughed awkwardly "I hope you had a good nap!" Either Rotxo was pretending to not have said anything, or he was trying to tell himself that you had been asleep during his little confession. But the both of you knew that that wasn't the case, you could hear how much his heart had suddenly started beating faster.

You got yourself somewhat loose from his grip and slid in between his arms so you two were face to face. Rotxo audibly gulped upon seeing your face so close to his, you could tell that he was extremely nervous. You gave him a big smile hoping to calm his nerves with it, you could see him scanning your face. Starting from your eyes, to your cheeks down to your lips and back to your eyes. You placed your hand on his cheek stroking it slowly, he leaned into your touch also now smiling. You loved his smile over anything, he always looked adorable smiling.

You two held eye contact for what seemed like and eternity. The next second Rotxo's lips were on yours, you closed your eyes and let yourself truly feel the kiss. Rotxo's lips felt even more softer than you had ever imagined. You two broke apart for a second gazing into each others eyes before your lips hungrily connected again. You could tell that Rotxo had been waiting for this moment as much as you had, you smiled ever so slightly into the kiss as you felt Rotxo's hand wrapping around your waist. Parting again you two leaned your foreheads together.

You suddenly burst out laughing which made the na'vi next to you look at you confused. You also left out a big breath you didn't know you had been holding. "You don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment Rotxo," You smiled at him looking into his big pretty blue eyes, he smiled right back at you. "No, you don't know how long I have been waiting for this." You giggled and presses a kiss against the corner of his mouth "I see you Rotxo, I see you and always have. You're all I ever wanted." You watched as Rotxo's eyes widened at your confession before he let out the biggest smile ever. "My Y/n, would you do me the pleasure of being your mate?" You nodded rapidly at him. "Of course, I would love that more than anything Rotxo." The rest of the day was spend with you guys teasing each other and just lots of kisses plus cuddles.

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You and Rotxo had just came back from a quick swim, stepping out of the water Rotxo intertwined your hands. You couldn't help yourself from blushing like a school girl in love. Rotxo saw the way your face flushed dark blue and smiled at you squeezing your hand. You squeezed back also smiling at him. Rotxo was now your mate, it still felt like you were dreaming. But here you were, holding his hand, at the beach, smiling like an idiot. You were an idiot, an idiot that was extremely in love. You kept glancing at Rotxo from the corner of your eye which he quickly took notice of. "Do you need anything Y/n?" You shook your head "Be a sweetheart and step closer for a second please Rotxo?" he obeyed and stepped closer to you albeit a bit confused. You leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips, now it was his turn to flush dark blue. You giggled watching the color of his face change rapidly. "That was everything, thank you!" You exclaimed happily pulling your mate along behind you who still seemed to be processing what just had happened.

"Ew get a room!" An annoying voice shouted at the two of you, you and Rotxo both turned to the direction of the voice finding Ao'nung standing there with his arms crossed. "Not my fault you haven't found your mate yet Ao'nung!" You shouted back at him sticking your tongue out, you could see Rotxo trying to hide his smile at your comment. Ao'nung on the other hand only fake gagged "I don't want to find a mate if it means that I would have to act like you two!" you only rolled your eyes at his response. "Although, I'm not surprised that you two ended up together. There were practically always hearts in both of your eyes whenever you two looked at each other." Ao'nung said approaching the two of you. You chuckled at that looking at Rotxo "Yeah now that you say it, Rotxo always had heart eyes for me didn't he? I was just too oblivious to notice" the other na'vi practically huffed nodding at your question. Rotxo looked off to the side grinning somewhat. "I guess I didn't to a very good job at hiding it huh?"

Ao'nung looked at him with big eyes. "Yeah man, you did a horrible job man! It was like you weren't trying to hide it at all." Rotxo gave Ao'nung a sheepish smile in return. "Well I hope that I won't be third wheeling every single time we will hang out together now." Ao'nung sighed out, you shook your head at him. "It will pretty much be the same, but expect to see us kissing Ao'nung!" The said male fake gagged again. You and Rotxo laughed before grinning at each other. Finally, he was yours and you were his, the both of you couldn't be happier. And Ao'nung couldn't be more annoyed to see you guys being all lovely dovely with each other.

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criolla-star · 13 days

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Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)part 22

(hshuihsaxsah here's another part even though I uploaded two parts yesterday but I need to feed you my stars)

(Check out part 1-21 if you haven't already)

The two began eating their pancakes and honestly they were both starving due to last nights events*cough cough*. Vinny surprisingly finished eating first. "That was delicious" Vinny said out as he melted in Garmadons' arms. He could barely keep himself up and had no strength. Seeing this the oni let out a soft chuckle before kissing his lovers' forehead earning a soft giggle from him.

"I feel like absolute shit right now" Vinny said as he rested his head on Garmadons' chest as he ate. "Sorry...too much last night..."The oni said feeling guilty again. "No...it's not your fault it felt amazing of course it's gonna have some consequences" Vinny said as he rolled over and face planted into the bed. Garmadon smiled before continuing to eat and after 5 more minutes he finished eating. "Well I'm done...why don't we put that cream on you?" The oni asked as he read the tube. "Yea I guess...anything to make me feel somewhat better" Vinny said as he took of his shirt and pants, don't worry he's wearing boxers underneath he isn't butt naked.

"So do I just put it on you? Like a normal cream?" Garmadon asked staring at Vinny curiously, "Yea then just rub it in...but can you be a little gentle my body hurts" The smaller replied as he lied down on the bed. "Of course I don't want to hurt you" Garmadon responded and he put a blob of cream on his hand, the oni began carefully massaging the cream onto Vinnys' upper torso being mindful of his lovers' sore body. Vinny flinched when Garmadons' hands made contact with his body it just caught him off guard, but the oni still apologised for doing literally nothing.

"You okay?" Garmadon asked as he continued applying the cream, Vinny held up a thumbs up he was honestly really comfortable at the moment. Eventually the oni finished with the upper torso so now it was for his legs which were way more sensitive. "I'm going to start on your legs now" the oni said earning another thumbs up from Vinny. Garmadon began with the legs carefully putting the cream on him not wanting to hurt him, but Vinnys' legs hurt way more than his upper torso so he flinched and hid his face in a pillow trying to ignore the pain(our precious baby😢) Garmadon instantly stopped when he could tell the pain was a bit too much, but he whispered comforting things into Vinnys' ear as he continued more carefully.

Eventually after about 20minutes of this they finally finished and yes it did take him that long to finish. "I'm done...are you feeling alright?" Garmadon asked worriedly, "Y-yea.." Vinny replied as he rolled onto his back, "Thanks" the smaller added. There was an awkward silence that went on for 4minutes. "Nya might come to talk to me soon.....you should go hang out with your brother or son" Vinny said as he broke the awkward silence between them. "Are you s-" Garmadon was cut off, "Yes I am..." Vinny said cutting Garmadon off. The oni nodded, "Let me...stay here for a little longer...I don't want to leave you just yet..." Garmadon said as he nuzzled Vinnys' neck making him chuckle out before he put on his pants.

After 10 minutes Nya came in, "Sorry am I interrupting something I can come back later" Nya said as she realised the two snuggling against each other. "Hmm? No I was going to leave soon" Garmadon said as he kissed Vinnys' forehead and said goodbye then left. "Did something happen between you two?" The water ninja asked worriedly as she closed the door. "What? No why would you think that? I just told him to go talk to his brother he looks like he needs to talk to someone other than me" Vinny said as he put on his shirt. "You did? He might take it that you're angry at him and need a little space" Nya said as before sitting on the bed.

Vinny stared at her, "I mean...I know he can take things the wrong way...but I doubt he would be thinking I'm mad at him..." Vinny said worriedly. "Maybe but Jay used to think I was angry when I told him to talk to someone else" Nya said earning a nod form Vinny, "I'll tell him when he comes back" he said, "Good...now how you doing?" Nya asked wanting to know everything....not the actual sex bit or little details or any weird details at all they're just gossip buddies now.

(WOOOOO hope you guys enjoy I am pumping out with new parts for you guys I gotta feed you)

#fanfiction #ninjago #survivalshipping #vinnyxgarmadon #garmadon #vinnyofngtvnews #gay

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 9 months

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Master - Chapter 3b

*Warning: Adult Content*

I roll around on my bed before settling on my back, staring up at the ceiling I release a sigh.

I'd already checked on Kalem six times, yet I couldn't help myself from wanting to go check again.

I searched my head desperately to remember what I did all day before Kalem came.

But no number of memes could distract me from the young male cleaning the castle happily.

I didn't quite understand why I was so fascinated with Kalem or why I couldn't leave him alone but it didn't matter at this point.

He was literally the only thing I thought about since the first moment I laid eyes on him.

"Master."

I sit up quickly to find Kalem standing at the door.

His hands folded behind his back as he offered me a weak smile.

My mood immediately brightened with his presence as he walked further into the room.

I stand to my feet, walking to meet him halfway.

"I finished my cleaning," he says beaming up at me. "From the kitchen all the way here."

"That's great Kalem," I commend making his smile widen.

He stares up at me expectantly making me wonder if I was supposed to give him a treat or something.

Due to the lack of a better idea, I ran my hand through his hair, patting him slightly.

"Good boy."

That set the kid off.

He almost tore his mouth open with the smile he gave me.

Before I could register what was happening he was hugging me.

I kind of just froze there while he squeezed me happily.

"Thank you, Master," he mumbles into my chest.

I didn't reply as I held my arms up, still shocked as to what the fuck was going on.

It wasn't the action that shocked me so much as the feelings it steered up deep within.

I'd never been hugged before and it was odd.

"S-Sorry," he mumbles pulling away after a moment.

I don't comment not knowing yet what to say.

"Uhh," I start before clearing my throat. "Time for lunch."

"Lunch? I already ate Master."

"What did we say about meals Kalem?" I retort looking down at him.

"Three times a day," he mumbles to himself. "Sorry Master."

"Don't look so sad," I say lifting his chin only to find a face of clear despair. "Soon enough you'll be eating so much that I'll have to stop you."

"I highly doubt that Master," he whispers looking me straight in my eyes.

"Come on," I say lifting him.

This cheers him up instantly as he loops his arms around my neck.

"Hold on," I warn before speeding to the kitchen.

Once I stop I look down at Kalem to find him panting slightly as his eyes danced around the new surroundings.

"W-Wow," he comments as I set him down.

"I should be saying that," I mumble to myself as my eyes searched the pristinely cleaned kitchen that looked nothing like the place I visited yesterday.

You could see the color in each compartment, the kitchen suddenly possessing a life of its own.

"Kalem this is amazing," I say turning to the proudly smiling boy.

"Thank you, Master," he basically squeals as he struggles to stay still from excitement.

"Seriously, it's never been this clean before. You did a great job," I praise him making him practically combust, clearly enjoyed being complimented for his actions.

I make a mental note to do more of that.

"We'll give you another half bowl okay?" I say pulling out a small box of cornmeal.

He frowns at this but nods in understanding.

"So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

“Clean...”

“Besides cleaning," I finish quickly making him bite his lip angrily. "There must be something you want to do. Something that you've always dreamed of perhaps?"

"I can't think of anything Master," he replies as I put the cornmeal in a small pot adding a bit of salt to make it even a tad bit more delectable.

This gruel shit was fucking appalling but if it meant that it didn't leave Kalem sobbing with pain like the pizza did, then I'd let him eat it for as long as he needed to.

But not a single second longer.

"Well, why don't you think about that and tell me when you come up with something," I say kindly.

He smiles at this as he watches me before suddenly standing up and running over in alarm.

"I am so sorry for making you cook Master. Let me, please," he begs, trying to get at the pot but I easily hold him back. "Master you shouldn’t..."

"Kalem, go sit down and relax. You just finished cleaning. Rest before your little body gives out," I say giving him a gentle push towards the kitchen stool.

He watches me uncomfortably for a moment before slouching his shoulders and returning to his place.

"Kalem, tell me why you think you should cook your own meals."

"A master shouldn't have to do anything with their slave present. The slave must attend to all their master's needs as well as their own. A master should never do something so demeaning as cooking their own meals," he says clearly as if reading a paragraph off of a pamphlet.

I contemplate his words for a moment.

Understanding the meaning behind them as I stir the disgusting mush before looking up to him.

"Kalem, what does demeaning mean?" I question innocently.

He frowns at this as he opens and shuts his mouth several times.

"I-I don't know Master," he admits shamefully after some time.

"It basically means something that causes someone to lose their respect for someone or something. Something that takes away one's dignity," I explain slowly.

He nods after a moment.

"So Kalem, do you think me cooking for you will take away my honor, my dignity?"

"No," he answers without hesitation.

"Do you think Malcolm wouldn't respect me anymore if he saw me cooking for you?" I ask but he just frowns with confusion making me realize he didn't have a clue who Malcolm was. "The man who is with your friend," I provide, making his features flood with recognition.

“No.”

"Then there's nothing demeaning about cooking a meal for you is there?" I question as I pour the substance into a small bowl.

"No Master," he replies as I set the bowl in front of him.

I send him a small smile before pushing the bowl a bit closer to him.

"Enjoy."

He stares at me momentarily before he begins to eat, using his hands once again.

No matter how much I wanted to change that instantly, I knew that increasing his meals was already a big move.

I'd have to do this slowly and make sure to take my time with what he could handle.

Once he's finished, I wash his bowl before returning to his side after retrieving two strawberries from the fridge.

I hold them up to him making his eyes narrow slightly.

"To eat?" he questions making me nod. "But I've already eaten so much Master."

"The last thing," I promise, begging slightly. "It's sweet and I think you can handle it."

He looks at me unsure, so I take a bite of one.

Making sure to exaggerate how much I enjoyed it before handing him the second.

He examines it curiously before taking a bite as I did.

His face shrivels up in surprise as he chews it slowly.

"See it wasn't so bad now was it?" I question as he licks his fingers.

"No. Thank you, Master. I enjoyed it," he replies with a guilty smile.

"Have you decided what you'd like to do?" I question standing over him as he dangled his legs from the tall stool.

"No Master," he replies sadly.

"Well, there's so much to do. We can watch a show or movie, go out for a walk or take a drive. You can read a book from the library," I saying listing a few things off the top of my head.

"I can't read much Master," he whispers, seemingly ashamed of the fact. "But I like stories."

"That's perfectly fine Kalem, I'll teach you," I say making his mood lighten faintly.

I pick him up and head to the library, setting him down before the two large steel doors which rose all the way to the ceiling.

I push the doors open with more effort than I wanted to give before taking a few steps in.

If you got over the dust, broken shelves and vegetation that seeped in through the pointless sunroof, the place hadn't changed at all.

I quickly light all the old candles before returning to Kalem's side.

There was an endless number of books that I'd collected over the years, most prominently during a decade of which my only interest was reading.

I'd long passed that phase but I never let them go.

I wouldn't call myself a hoarder so much as a collector.

"Let's start you off with a modern age classic," I say as I begin walking further into the room.

Wracking my brain to remember where I kept things.

It'd been a long time since I set foot in here and my memory didn't agree with my age.

I wander around almost aimlessly before I stumble upon the book of interest.

"The Hobbit," I say turning to face a curious Kalem.

Walking over to a large armchair that sat before a forgotten fireplace.

I dust it slightly before sitting down expecting Kalem to sit in the one opposite me.

Instead, he slid into my lap making himself comfortable without question.

I waver slightly as he tucked his head into the crook of my neck, taking his favorite position against me.

I liked it too but it had a way of making breathing a tad bit difficult, nevertheless, I try to ignore the close contact while convincing myself that this was only happening because I needed to teach him how to read.

That was it.

"Just follow the words as I read them okay," I whisper to Kalem who nods against me.

I clear my throat before beginning and using my find as a guide.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of....."

I read slowly and clearly.

Stopping to define words he didn't know and explain things which confused him.

If it were anyone else, I'd deem them pathetic and throw them out.

But I wouldn't dare with Kalem.

With him, I found an unbounded level of patience I didn't know I possessed and an unexplainable need to help him to the best of my abilities.

I hated the company of others and over the centuries, I could only withstand the presence of a very small group of people.

But with Kalem, I could sit here with him for the entire day.

I wasn't irritated by his giggles, bothered by his smiles or angered by his questions.

How could I be?

When everything he did made me feel like I was truly living.

After an hour of reading, Kalem fell asleep, completely snuggled into me.

I closed the book before resting it on the small table beside me.

Though I knew it'd be better to take him to bed, I simply leaned back into the chair and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Linking my fingers around him as his body laid comfortably against my own.

His small intakes of breath pushing against my neck upon departure making my skin buzz with pleasure.

He doused my body with warm and I bathed him with comfort.

I let myself fall asleep as well, holding the precious boy who'd slowly been bringing light into my darkened world.

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mcufox123 · 3 years

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Poofed

WandaxFemReader

Summary: Wanda copes with a life that may not have you in it.

Warnings: Devestation

A/N: This story literally is heartbreaking but in a good way I think. Let me know what you guys think!

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You wake up suddenly to your hand being kicked. It was wrapped around your wife’s very pregnant belly as you both tried to sleep through the night. You smiled dreamily in your sleepy state as you were reminded of the twins who would be born any day now.

You and your wife were a part of the famous superhero group who saved the world numerous times. Shortly after she joined and got acclimated with the team the two of you started dating. It has now been 7 years of being together, 3 of them being married. You had moved out of the compound and were now living in your dream house in the countryside, the perfect place for your growing family.

While Wanda was able to take leave months ago as none of the team wanted your children hurt, you still went to work every day. The team promised that once they were born you would be given 3 months to spend with your family but until then “there were still bad guys out there” in Tony's words of course.

You checked the time to see you still had a half an hour to spare before you had to be at the compound. You made Wanda breakfast and set it up next to her then you got ready for your day. You showered, got changed and before you left you wrote two sticky notes to leave on your wife’s mirror. One saying, “I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.” The second said, “You are looking like such a hot mama today.” You left a kiss on Wanda’s forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ then you went to work.

Wanda woke later that morning with a smile on her face. She saw the breakfast you set up and immediately started eating because she was starving. After her breakfast in bed, she showered before seeing the notes you left. She actually laughed out loud. Even when you weren’t home you always made her day. She sent you a quick text.

Hi my love! Thank you so much for breakfast! I love you more than tv shows!

After that Wanda went about her day normally before she got bored and decided to go to the compound. When she arrived she saw Bucky and Sam watching tv.

“Hey boys,” Wanda said as she set her bag on the counter before walking over and sitting in between the two.

“Hey Wand, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Bucky suddenly jumped into protective older brother mode.

“Sit.” Wanda ordered him, glaring at him. She appreciated the gesture, but she was pregnant and not handicapped.

“Yes Ma’am.” Bucky sat not wanting to make Wanda upset.

“Damn man, if she needs something she’ll tell us right?” Sam asked, turning to Wanda.

“Exactly thank you Sam.” They continued watching TV comfortably every once in a while bantering about something.

“Hey guys, where was y/n’s mission today? I usually hear from her by now if she’s going to be later than 6.” Wanda said realizing the time was now past 6 and she still hasn’t heard anything.

“I think they were in Florida today,” Bucky said, scratching his head trying to remember what Steve told them this morning. “Some mission with aliens that Carol warned them about. They’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay here in your old room though.” He finished. Wanda thanked him before getting up to move to the kitchen, both men hot on her tail.

“Who is hungry?” Wanda asked as she started to get ingredients out for a caprese chicken dish and some pasta.

“Me, for sure. I missed your cooking so much Wanda.” Sam said, taking a seat at the counter pulling out his phone to que up some songs to listen to while you cooked. Dinner was good and shortly after Wanda went to bed in the now foreign space and begged for sleep to consume her. It was hard because she grew used to your arms wrapped around her with your face pressed into her hair. That night she didn’t get much sleep. She sent you a text letting you know she was sleeping at the compound before she rolled over and tried to shut her eyes.

The following morning Wanda woke up to a still empty bed. Now she started getting nervous, she searched for her phone to see no new messages. She took her time getting out of bed but quickly threw on the clothes she was wearing yesterday before heading to the kitchen.

As she was almost there she could hear Steve talking.

“So Wanda’s here?” Steve asked the person he was talking to.

“Yeah she came yesterday and we just told her to stay. So wait, you're telling me that these things just hit a button then poofed with Tony and y/n? Are they alive?” Wanda could now tell the other person was Bucky. She felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling the wind knocked out of her at the words she just heard. She couldn’t hide any longer and barged into the kitchen.

Her hands instantly went into a fighting position holding Steve in a tight grasp so he couldn’t escape.

“Where is she Steve? What happened? You promised me no life or death missions. You promised me she would always come back to me. She said she would never go away.” Wanda said while breaking towards the end and crumpling to the ground. Bucky went over and wrapped her in a hug.

After a few minutes Bucky put Wanda on the couch as now the rest of the team came in and Pepper with her two small children. Steve went over what happened on the mission and how they have no trace of either of their teammates. He made everyone aware that Thor, Carol, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were all in search of their friends.

Wanda felt so lost. Your twins were expected any day and you were gone. How was she going to do it if you weren’t back? How was she going to be strong for your two little ones if you weren’t there? The questions swarmed her head as she tuned out the rest of the team. After hours of talking the team now turned to their tuned out friend to offer some support.

“When was the last time you ate?” Clint asked Wanda, putting his hand on her shoulder to ground her.

“I don't know.” Wanda shook her head still thinking a million miles a minute not making eye contact with anyone.

“Wanda you need to eat. You have two other people to worry about. Y/N will be ok, she will come back.” Steve said, sitting next to her. She collapsed in tears and that was how the rest of the night went, crying and the team forcing Wanda to eat.

The following days Wanda barely left the bed. On the 4th day of you being missing Wanda felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes started to tear up from both pain and the realization of what was happening. She was going into labor without you. She screamed out in pain and heartbreak.

Steve rushed into the room as soon as he heard Wanda scream, “It’s ok Wanda we’re here, let's get you to the infirmary.” he held Wanda’s hand all the way down to the infirmary. Steve sent a text out to the rest of the team to let them know what was happening and soon familiar faces appeared in Wanda’s room.

They took shifts as they waited for the time to push. Natasha talked about the makeshift nursery they set up for Wanda, Bucky talked about how he got clothes for Wanda and the babies from Wanda’s home, Steve talked about schedules and shifts he made up to help Wanda, Sam bought stuffed animals, and Peter offered to take the babies to the playground. Wanda just sat and listened, grateful for her friends and the help they were giving her. All she could think about was how you should be there.

You should be freaking out everytime Wanda had a contraction, asking if she should get the doctor. She knew you would try to find her favorite shows on the TV and rub her back whispering soothing words. She needed that more than anything, she needed you. She needed you to be there for your twins first breath, for bringing them home, for the countless sleepless nights.

Soon the doctor entered the room, “Wanda it looks like you are ready to push,” nurses entered behind them with all of the equipment needed for the babies’ delivery. Wanda nodded trying to prepare herself for the experience that was moments away. “Would you like anyone in the room with you?” and Wanda did, she wanted you but you weren’t there. So she asked her best friend Nat to stay with her to which Nat agreed.

They got into position and Wanda endured the hardest fight of her life, childbirth. She could’ve sworn she broke Natasha’s hand from how hard she was squeezing. Soon a melodic sound broke through the pain as her first child was born. “It’s a boy!” she heard and she started to cry of joy. She had a son. The joy didn’t last as she felt another urge to push. “And we have another boy!”

Wanda was so relieved that both boys were here and healthy. You kept telling her that you could feel it was two boys, two football players, you would say. They brought the babies to wanda and laid them on her chest. Nat was quick to snap a quick photo before exiting the room to let the rest of the team know, giving Wanda a moment with her children.

Nat walked out of the room to see no one in the waiting room. She asked the nurse where everyone was who informed her that they were outside. She walked quickly outside hoping you were back. Instead she saw someone else. Tony on his hands and knees crying while the rest of the team was surrounding him.

“What? Where’s Y/N?” Bucky was the first to speak. Everyone was too scared to hear what happened, why Tony was back but not Y/n.

“I don’t know. One minute we were in a room being questioned the next thing I know y/n lunged at the guy questioning us. She was fighting with him for the poof thing. Then after she successfully got it we realized only one of us could go back while the other had to hit the button. She didn’t even give me a second. And now, now here I am and she is there. Where’s Wanda I have to tell her something?” Tony suddenly looked frantic.

“No, you’re going with Bruce to do everything you can to get Y/N back.” Clint said, poking Tony in the chest. “You are not doing anything else until she’s back. And you definitely are not seeing Wanda. That girl just had to give birth to twins without y/n, she’s destroyed.” Clint walked back into the infirmary while everyone was still in shock.

“I ‘m sorry. I ‘m going to bring her back.” Tony promised before walking towards the lab to get in contact with the people who were already searching for y/n.

Meanwhile Wanda was still in awe of the two boys in her arms, memorizing all of their features. She knew their names, you and her had picked out the names for all twin scenarios and for two boys it’d be Tommy and Billy. She started to hum a tune she remembered as a child. She started to get upset as she remembered the last time she hummed the song.

You had just walked in from a long day helping in the lab and training. You saw Wanda in the kitchen cooking dinner before turning to see you. She gave you the biggest smile as she came over to wrap her arms around you. Her pregnant stomach left some room between you two as she reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“How was your day my love?” she asked walking back to the stove to turn it off and putting the food on the table.

“I'm so tired. Tony was going on about this new feature he wants to make for the quinjet and then Nat beat my ass at training. I don't want to do anything.” Wanda sensing your mood guided you to the couch she sat then pulled you down so your head was on her lap. She played with your hair to calm you down.

“The babies were very active today kicking the heck out of me” she giggled to which you turned your face to her stomach. You placed your hands on her stomach.

“Hey you two, stop kicking mama. I know you want to play football but you're gonna have to wait till you come out of there.”

“How do you know they’ll want to play football?” She questioned you.

“I can just feel it in my bones.” You said as your eyes fluttered close. Dinner was long forgotten as Wanda continued to play with your hair humming the tune and you drifted off to sleep.

The following week after the twins’ birth was very hard for Wanda. She went through all the firsts by herself. Instead of going through the first night with you she went through it alone. Instead of bringing them home together with big smiles she took them to her room in the compound. Instead of introducing the twins to the team with you they were all by Wanda’s side before she could introduce them.

She spent the nights in bed. Someone on the team was always sleeping on a cot to help her during the nights. It had been 11 days since you went missing and you had already missed the biggest week of your little family’s life.

On the 11th day Wanda left the sleeping twins with a sleeping Uncle Bucky and roamed around the compound seeing you everywhere she went. In the kitchen where you both cooked dinner for the team all the time. On the couch where you spent countless nights watching tv shows and movies. In the training room where you pinned Wanda more times then she likes to admit. Then she headed towards the lab.

She stood shocked.

Right in front of her was a man that betrayed her. A man that you had put your life in the hands of who disappointed you. She stormed at him in a fit of rage. “You son of a bitch! Where is she? What did you do to her? I'm going to kill you!” Wanda screamed at him while hitting his chest. Tony let her, knowing that this was what she needed. Wanda continued to curse him out before Tony finally grabbed her hands.

“Stop. I get it. I'm the bad guy, and I deserve to be. I messed up the biggest moment of both of your lives. You can keep hitting me, knock me out, whatever you have to do. There is something I have to show you first though.” Tony let go of Wanda’s hands before walking to the screen to pull up a video for Wanda.

When it came through it was you. You were sitting in a bare room and Tony was asleep on the floor behind you. Your hair was a mess and you looked exhausted.

“Friday is it recording? Yes? Ok here we go. If anyone is watching this I probably did something stupid and I ‘m so sorry. If it’s Wanda hi babe. Man, I think it’s been 3 days and I miss you like crazy. I ‘m trying to figure out a way to get back to you and the babies I promise.” Wanda can feel the tears rolling down her face. “Well I think I have a plan. You aren’t going to like it but I promise you that it will all work out and I will come back to you. Babe I don't have much time they are coming back. I love you and our twins so much. I am going to do everything to come back to you.” Then the screen went black.

“Play it again, Tony.” Wanda asked Tony and he did. She watched it about 10 more times. Just hearing your voice made Wanda feel better.

“Thank you for showing me that. Can you send it to me?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes locked on yours on the screen. Tony nodded and Wanda walked out of the room back to the twins.

After that day Wanda had hope. She knew you would come back to her. She watched that video every night on repeat to fall asleep too. She played it for the twins and other videos of you so they could hear your voice. The team noticed the change in Wanda as well. They were very skeptical but didn’t question her mood change.

After a month of you being missing Wanda had almost given up hope. Tommy was fussy and Billy had an explosion in his diaper and it was the first time the team had all gone on a mission so no one was with her. She was crying while changing Billy’s diaper while using her powers to rock Tommy’s baby seat.

“Ah boys, it’s ok mamas here. We’ll be ok sh sh sh.” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even get the diaper on Billy. There were a few more minutes of Tommy crying and Billy and now Wanda before she heard Tommy stop. She didn’t even turn around; she figured he just fell asleep.

When she turned with Billy in her arms she was shocked to see the person standing in front of her. It was the love of her life with her son. A sight Wanda never thought she would see. You looked skinnier, tons of bruises and cuts littered your skin. Your clothes were tattered and your hair was a mess in your face. Wanda thought you still looked just as beautiful. She had Billy in her arms as she slowly walked towards you not believing her eyes. She reached up and touched your face to make sure you were there. And you were.

With Tommy in one hand you reached up with your other to place on top of Wanda’s. “Hey there stranger.” You said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arm around you and started sobbing. You put Tommy in the bassinet still holding onto Wanda then reached for Billy placing him next to his brother. Then you did the thing you had been wanting to do forever.

You held onto Wanda as she sobbed in your arms. You stroked her hair while whispering “I’m here,” over and over in her ear.

Your arms were around Wanda but your eyes were on your twins. You soon began to cry, realizing how much time you missed. Wanda pulled away when she felt something drip on her shoulder.

“It’s ok my love you’re here now. You won’t miss anything else. You’re here.” Wanda promised with her hands on either side of your face to make you look at her. You leaned down and gave your love a long awaited kiss. Both of you being grateful to have the other there to comfort each other.

You soon pulled away from Wanda to look at your twins.

“I told you two football players.” You chuckled as you picked up the other baby who you have not held yet. “Who is who?”

“That’s Billy and this is Tommy.” She said while picking up the other baby. You both made your way to the bed with the twins and got comfortable next to each other. You stared at them trying to take in the two people who were now your own.

“I’m so sorry I missed all of it. I tried to get back as fast as I could. I really did. I thought when I sent Tony back it was going to be hours and I would be back. But I see metal man's mind isn’t what it used to be.” You rambled on. You wanted Wanda to know just how sorry you were.

“It’s ok. You’re here now and I’m not letting them take you anywhere. You’re staying with us for as long as I want.” Wanda assured you. You sat with your family for hours just basking in their presence and soaking it all in. You changed every diaper and did anything Wanda needed until she ordered you to go shower. While watching your 7th episode of grey's anatomy you dozed off with the babies between you and Wanda.

You only woke when you heard the rest of your rag tag group of friends enter the compound from their latest mission not even trying to be quiet. You turned to see Wanda still awake nursing Billy.

“Should we scare them?” You asked Wanda with a grin on your face. “You can if you want.” She didn’t feel one way or the other. Knowing how much the team helped her while you were missing.

You stood up and hid behind the closed door. It opened halfway.

“Hey Wanda how’d everything go?” Steve asked, you could feel multiple people enter the room however.

“Boo!” you jumped out to scare the team. Bucky not knowing it was you punched you in the stomach.

“Ah shit sorry y/n.” he said before recognition came to his eyes and the others. “Wait y/n?” he stared in disbelief. Nat was the first to tackle you in a hug before the others were soon to follow.

“How, how, how did you get back?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.

“Well I thought you would figure it out quickly once I sent you back but that didn’t happen. I kept waiting and finally decided to just do it myself. I befriended another prisoner who promised to poof me back. And then when they did I was in the training room. I got Wanda’s text and just assumed she was still here and made my way up to her room.” They all said how happy they were that you were back. You ate dinner as a family and spent the night in your room with your beautiful wife and boys.

“Let’s go home tomorrow.” you suggested to your half asleep wife in your arms.

“You are my home.” she said and you felt warmth well up in your chest.

“I love you so much darling.” you nuzzled closer to her.

“I love you more.” and you both fell into a deep sleep which neither of you had had for a long time.

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levicanpunchme · 3 years

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AAAAAA, I LOVE YOUUUUU 🙈 thank you so much for the kind words 🥺 I’m sorry this took a while but it’s finally here~! And thank you for requesting babe <333

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Levi X Y/N

Genre: Romance/Fluff/Angst

Sharing Your Exhaustion

The hallways were eerily quiet, presumably because the members were drained off after hectic training; they couldn’t help jump into their dreams before they had to head back for more painful training. You took nimble steps towards the captain’s room and rushed to open the door, knots forming in your stomach in bustling excitement. Yesterday, Levi was so busy with paperwork, you had chose not to visit him, not wanting to disturb him. There were days when you had to ignore your feelings because you were in a relationship with none other than Captain Levi, the strongest solider who shouldered the burden of humanity’s right to existence.

As you stepped in, you realised the room was lighted up, which was foreign because by this time, Levi would be waiting for you in bed with lights off. Your gaze sauntered from the empty bed to the wooden desk next to the window and caught sight of your raven haired boyfriend, seated before his desk with a pencil in his grip as he sharply wrote something down. You frowned, staring at the clock for reconfirmation.

It was one am. By this time, Levi would have tidied up his messy desk, taken a shower and waited for you to come over-sometimes even making personal trips to your room to get you.

You lightly shut the door behind you, taking light steps towards your hardworking boyfriend. Despite making zero to no sound, you caught his attention immediately as if he sensed you around; his bleak eyes seemed to warm up like the moonlight, his thin lips morphing into a tiring smile.

“How was training?” His gentle voice already calmed your nerves. “Tiring,” you muttered with a generous smile and made your way to his chair.

“Tch, don’t work so hard, brat,” he gruffly muttered, his voice etched with concern.

Nearing him, you noticed the blue lines of fatigue on his pale skin carved under his eyes, his forehead creased from tension, posture seemingly uncomfortable with his back positioned away from the chair, probably from leaning down to observe papers. An awful feeling arose in the pit of your stomach. Your judgment stood corrected as you observed the stack of parchments bundled on the side of his table. Just looking at it gave you a headache.

You instinctively stepped closer behind his chair and snaked your arms around his neck tightly, recompensing for the time away from him. The smell of him on the shirt you were wearing was nothing compared to his actual embrace. The shower you had taken before had helped your nerves ease after practise but Levi’s embrace completely sucked every last drop of ache out of your body.

A breathy sigh escaped his mouth as he eased into your hold, his breathing calm against your frame. For a moment, it was only you and Levi in your own bubble; nothing else existed. Two aching souls finding peace in one another. And then a moment later, the bubble bursted.

“Y/n, turn the lights off and get some sleep. I’ll need to stay working,” he put his hand over yours which were resting on his chest and nudged his head against yours, encouraging you to go to bed.

You frowned, your chest tightening.

Ever since the commander’s announcement for a new mission outside the walls, the workload was piquing- especially for the captains. The pile of documents needing Levi’s attention were still toppling his desk and he hadn’t even moved an inch from the worktable since before yesterday night. You didn’t see him at practise, lunch, dinner or even in the meeting with Hange. He seemed to have disconnected entirely from human interaction, determined to get his work done.

“Levi, you’ve been here since the whole day,” you muttered, expressing your discern with a frown. Your arms only grew tighter around him worriedly.

He shook his head, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “It’ll take me one more night and I’ll be done.” You peeled yourself away from him and stared at the man with desperation. You had come to a realisation that Levi coped in different ways in tense times. When the atmosphere became grim, he spent days drowning himself with papers and refused to take breaks- as if he was punishing himself. Even when he came back from expeditions, you wouldn’t see his face until a week after. He stared at words for so long that they probably haunted him.

“Levi, you’re overworking yourself to the bone. You need sleep,” you argued, scowling at the lack of concern in his narrow eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry. Now, go and get some sleep. You must be exhausted,” his words were stern, commanding you and his gaze indifferent, holding no room for debate. His eyes remained cold but you could tell he felt apologetic as he softly caressed your cheek with his palm, stroking them. He limply smiled, then nodded at you and motioned towards the bed, implying you leave him alone.

You stared at him distraught. How could Levi expect you to turn away and conveniently slip into bed while his red-rimmed eyes were starving for rest as he pushed himself more and more? Again an unsettling feeling arose in your chest; even his fingers were inflamed from gripping the pencil for too long; he rubbed the back of his neck occasionally which meant he had been craning it for too long to read the goddamn papers.

Your fists clenched in despair as you bit back the curses you wanting to ensue; dating a workaholic man with zero awareness was a pain in the ass. You sighed sympathetically at the man you loved and then stepped closer to the desk, in front of him. You grabbed one large pile of his documents and brought them with you to the bed.

“Hey-hey! What’re you doing?” He immediately sprung out of his chair, and it made you want to cackle because it was probably the first time his leg muscles contracted since he sat down with these documents on that damned chair.

“I’ll help,” you explained as you sat cross legged on the cold sheets of his bed, picking up the first stapled document.

“No,” he rasped. “You are doing no such thing. Get to bed, right now,” it wasn’t a suggestion but a chilling command; Levi’s tone was dangerously low, making your stomach knot up with nervousness.

You glanced up and regretted it immediately because it magnified your anxiety: his misty eyes were staring down at you scornfully, burning your skin; his chest heaved impatiently and his fists were clenched like he would pounce at you any second.

“Levi—“

“Every-fucking-one is beaten after today’s practise, I know that. Just because I wasn’t there, it doesn’t mean I don’t know shit. Hange informed me about your pathetically long training,” Levi’s voice was oddly rough but the coldness in his eyes melted. His face was scrunched in distress.

You loved this man so much with every part of you. How could he be worrying over you when he was literally starving and sleepless from the work pressure? Your nose burned, and you felt your eyes welling up, with overwhelming emotions, but you didn’t let him see that or he’d lose his sanity and flip the world over to know exactly the reason behind your tears.

You stepped out of the bed and walked close to him, edging to him until his nose was brushing yours conveniently since you both were the same height. At close proximity, his almond shaped eyes were tired-red and sully but there was also a strange glint of warmth in the dull grey clouds, reflecting the effect you have on him. His breathing was unsteady as he stared directly at you.

“If you’re too exhausted, we can share the exhaustion just like we share love, Levi,” you whispered, your lips meeting the corner of his mouth and landing it with a kiss. Jitters ran down his spine and his mouth tingled.

We can share exhaustion just like we share love. The words reverberated again and again in his head, tugging at the strings of his heart. At that moment, he wished to throw you into his bed and kiss your exhaustion away. He forcefully stepped back, his insides twisting in misery, desperate to have his way with you. You were always so understanding. Levi could never wrap his head around how you were so transparent and loving. You stood by him in miserable times, struggling to heal his endless wounds. Your selflessness ate at him because in this big, relentless world, he only wanted you to be selfish.

“I’ll arrange these documents, so you’ll know which ones merely require signatures and which need proper attention. It’ll decrease your workload and reading time to a great extent.” You were already on the bed, reading through the document with vitality.

He surveyed you for a moment, his heart drumming faster against his chest. “Come on, get going. We have a lot to do.” Levi timorously stepped back, watching you.

You already got to work and started assessing papers and reading through files. You almost threw in the towel by your fifth document but continued working, determined to help him. You mentally praised Levi’s great work ethics, his neat textura script making you smile.

Levi, on the other hand, stood frozen in his tracks; his chest felt strange as he watched you work on his documents. No one had ever done this-not that he ever wanted it. Hell, he was the strongest, most independent man, who never let his guard down which is primarily the reason why people didn’t bother with him. He alone equated to the strength of a thousand army of titans. He created this headstrong image for the world, Levi Ackerman, the hope of humanity, as he filled in gaps of weaknesses left in his trails.

Why did you see him? You knew he could take it, then why didn’t you let him be, like everyone else? Why did you want to shoulder his burdens by sacrificing your peace?

His head began pounding.

Before he saw you today, he was perfectly fine with his negligent ways: he didn’t feel his stomach rumbling from emptiness, his mouth as dry as the desert, his back aching from distress or his eyes stinging from sleeplessness. Now, when he saw you rubbing your red eyes, squinting them to read the documents and massaging your template in soft circles, he recovered his sanity.

As if he regained his humanity, his body which was numb from the moment he sat with those papers, collapsed into a surge of emotions.

He couldn’t bear it.

He treated himself inhumanely. But not you. God no, never you. You didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t treat you the way he treated himself. He’d rather throw himself off a cliff than give you a taste of his pain. Feeling overwhelmed, his vision blurred as he took heavy steps towards you. You looked up from the paper, hearing him moving towards you and your breath ceased.

Silver eyes were shadowy with a thunderous wave of agony, and a deploring frown weighted down his lips as his steps faltered towards you. You immediately stood up, your hackles rising in concern. You had never seen Levi look so defeated and beaten— not even when he came back from outside the walls. Your stomach twisted in despair. Maybe you had hurt him in your attempts to stick beside him. You felt tears choking your vision as you waited for him to throw you out of his room.

He was an inch away when his body fell against you, a squeal leaving your mouth. His arms were clasping around your waist as he pushed his weight down, causing your knees to buckle against the bed and you both fell. He was on top of you, his body completely attached to you like he were a part of you. Your heartbeat escalated as Levi looked at you, his red eyes drunk with exhaustion staring into the depth of your orbs.

Inside your dark eyes, he only saw himself. Only himself. His breathing hardened, mouth watering at the sight. He couldn’t take it anymore, his love for you triumphing over the last shred of common sense left in his brain. Drained and disillusioned, he found solace within you.

He attacked your mouth like a starved beast, every ounce of his being wanting you to feel the love bustling in his veins. Your toes curled in pleasure, the warmth of his mouth creating an euphoric sense of stability in your soul. You gripped his hair softly, running your fingers through his scalp and his eyes screwed shut in comfort. His lips kissed to your jawline and in the crevice of your neck, trailing downwards, marking your skin as his.

Your moans and his heavy breaths filled up the silence in the room.

“I love you,” he whispered and you swear you felt a wet droplet fall against your skin. Your stomach clenched; It was his first time telling you he loved you. You tried saying it back but no words left your mouth, just a stream of sobs.

Before, you felt him love you through his own unintentional ways but nothing could counter these three words falling off his lips just for you.

And then he rustled against the sheets, laying beside you and pulled you on top of him, your head resting against his chest. His heartbeat vibrating against your frame caused your tense body to ease in his hold. The documents sat on the edge of the bed, neglected. Soon slumber overpowered both Levi and your senses. Even though you both had to wake up within the next-six-hours, It was the best damn sleep Levi had ever gotten.

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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All flavours of wrong (part 1)

Masterlist Part 2

Pairing: Loki x Reader (gender neutral) (reader gets called princess and Queen mockingly, but it can have no gender connotations, just as in a joke).

Summary: You got an arranged marriage with the firstborn prince of Asgard, inheritor of the crown, God of Thunder. But your heart has other plans, that your brain cannot yet comprehend. And on Loki’s side it’s not getting easy either.

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: Sexual tension (a lot). And honestly not much more? Mentions of blood.

I used prompt #293 and prompt #279 from @creativepromptsforwriting to take me out of a block, so thank you so much to this page, it’s incredibly useful! I recommend all writers to check it out.

“Thor”, whispered Loki. But since his four failed attempts at calling him discreetly went wrong, he stepped on his foot under the table, making him spill wine all over his trousers.

“For Gods’ sake, brother, what do you want?”.

“Well, finally. Are you ignoring me? I’ve been trying to get your attention all dinner”.

“Yes, of course I’ve been ignoring you”, said as if it were obvious. It wasn’t.

“Why?”, Loki asked, trying to not sound hurt.

“You know why”, muttered under his breath, faking a smile when his gaze met his mother’s. “And shut up, we’re not supposed to talk if Allfather is not here yet”.

“Look, if it’s because I set on fire your History books, get over it, it’s not like you were doing great with that anyways”.

“You… you did what? It was you?”.

“Yes, of course. Oh, you didn’t know. Well, what are you ignoring me for, then? Ah, I know. Is it because I broke the…”.

“How many things of mine have you been destroying lately?”, Thor raised his voice slightly.

“Boys, enough”, interrupted Frigga. “Cut it off, your Father will be here soon”.

The siblings went back to their plates, and Loki kept stealing glances at his brother, trying to figure out what was wrong. Thor was nervous; his leg kept bouncing and bouncing, he barely touched his food (which was very suggestive, given that he usually ate it all in two mouthfuls), and he was refilling his cup with the strongest wine of the table, as if he needed to loosen up for something. Loki decided it was better off to just pay attention to what would come next. It was evident his Father would be bringing the thing that made Thor so nervous.

And then it hit him; it was already June.

The previous year Odin announced the possibility of an arranged marriage to whoever was winning on the competition for the throne, if he hadn't gotten anywhere near a possible royal companion. Thor was winning, by far; of course. And he didn’t show any partner, or even the possibility of a future partner, so no wonder why he was so nervous.

Loki went back to his plate, not sure how to feel. Annoyed, that was for sure. He knew he wasn’t going to be King (at least not until his brother died, if he didn’t die first), but the preparations for his inheritance got there faster than he expected. It was all too quick. And the disappointment grew bigger the more he thought of it. His father was not even giving him the chance to get better in the competition, and instead he just assumed it was Thor who’d win. Frustrating. Obvious, but still frustrating.

The doors opened and a young and bright warrior followed the footsteps of Odin. He, with a smile from ear to ear, waited until getting the attention of everyone, and, directly looking into Thor’s eyes, introduced you with your full name and current social status. Loki couldn’t stop staring with his lips slightly parted.

That was it. That was what annoyed him the most. His brother got to marry that.

He just couldn’t believe his eyes. He blinked fast to see if there was something deceiving his perception, if maybe his whole family arranged a joke to him, if maybe that little warrior was an illusion casted by his Mother to laugh at how unfortunate he must have been looking at that moment. At the moment he realized his brother was marrying the perfect partner for Loki. You were, at least in the physical sense, his literal type. He was baffled.

And that didn’t go unnoticed by Thor either, who stole a glance from him and chuckled mockingly. Loki went red of embarrassment and tried his best to hide from you, to avoid your gaze, but he just couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He felt hypnotized, and bothered. You didn’t look at him. You looked everywhere but him. You were amazed by the palace, by everyone around you. It was obvious you were not familiar with a royal life.

“You seem bewildered, brother”, Thor whispered in his ear.

“And you don’t seem as astonished as you should, brother”, he answered with levels of sarcasm in his tone he didn’t even know he had.

“I shouldn’t, this is merely formal”.

“You’re marrying them. It’s not entirely formal. It’s a whole future and family”, Loki discussed, but he knew his brother didn’t care about it enough. His brother didn’t even want the throne that badly, yet he was the one getting it. More and more frustration flowed through Loki’s veins. He kept staring at you with a frown. “Besides, look at that piece of art”.

He looked so tough, so serious, until you stared back. No, you didn’t even stare. You looked up and found his eyes. He quickly softened his expressions as you gifted him a gentle smile. His heart skipped a beat.

And just with a smile he knew, he was completely fucked.

Loki closed his eyes and shut his fists as hard as he could, trying to focus and concentrate only on what he was supposed to. The spell.

But you were looking, and it was hard.

A week passed by, and you were already living in the palace, bonding with your future husband and trying to learn as much as possible from the new life you would acquire once the wedding passed. You met him everywhere; in the halls, on the meals, on the trainings, on the classes; everywhere. He had no means to escape you. Nor did he want to. But he couldn’t get used to that horrible and sweet feeling of his chest getting tighter, face warmer and balance unsteadier when he saw you.

“You’ve got this, Loki. We’ve been over this”, Frigga said from the other side of the training room. “Just remember what we practiced yesterday”. But the only thing Loki remembered from yesterday was when he was trying to train that same spell and you were, at the same time, practicing your archery skills outside. Sweaty. Tired. Ecstatic. Smiley. Red.

He opened his eyes and dropped his arms, completely giving up. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do even a simple spell in front of you.

“What is it that’s distracting you so much, son? You have your head too full for this”, Frigga commented, getting closer to him.

“I’m simply tired, Mother. Don’t worry about it, had a poor night of sleep”.

“Well, get it together for this afternoon. We’re trying again after you get some rest, alright?”.

“Yes, Mother”.

You weren’t paying much attention to the conversation prince Loki and the Queen had. You were way too focused on how uncomfortable the clothes you had to wear were in you. You could barely breathe, and had to fix your posture to avoid choking. Besides, you could feel prince Thor’s eyes on you, and somehow it made you extremely uncomfortable.

You knew you would marry him. Then why couldn’t you at least fake a little bit of interest in him?

You redirected your attention to prince Loki, once again, and the corset was not the only thing that made your breathing harder. Gods, and for the Nine Realms, the prince’s training clothes were something else. Not even compared to Thor’s tank top and weird-looking shorts; Loki’s were almost made exactly for him and his silhouette. Black leather pants and top covering him almost entirely, tight even where it shouldn’t be that tight. Gold endings everywhere and little patterns in his long sleeves and trousers; details that only made it harder for you to not look. But you didn’t even know where to look, if you looked.

Well, you knew exactly where you should’ve been looking. To your side. The blonde and huge man with the big hammer that promised you a crown, a throne and a good place for your family to live in.

You shook your head, and got up to make yourself some tea, hoping the wrong thoughts would fall off your brain and you’d finally come to your senses.

Once you made it to the kitchen, you realized you shouldn’t have gotten there by your own. Unable to get used to the fact that if you wanted some tea you should ask for the maids to make it for you (as with everything, even the clothes you would wear, the foods you’d eat, the way the bed should be made, and an infinite etcetera), you ignored it and put the kettle on the fire.

You tried to reach for the tea box on the countertop, and stood on your toes, failing to even touch it with the tips of your fingers. As you turned around to look for a chair to climb to, you blundered against the God of Mischief’s chest.

“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry”, he apologized, taking a step back. “I was about to get the tea box for you”. You felt yourself completely red.

“It’s… it’s fine, thank you. I’m sorry” you stuttered nervously, with the echoing feeling of his torso against your arms and chest, making you blush even more. You wondered if he did that accidentally.

He smirked slightly and reached for the box effortlessly, making deep eye contact. Was he… was he flirting, somehow? you asked yourself. No, of course he wasn’t. That would be a hundred percent inappropriate, and he was completely appropriate and polite all the time. Even when he shouldn’t have. So, what was that about? Did he usually look at people like that?

“Breaking some rules, I see?”, he added after a painful minute of silence in where you chose the tea and mug. You turned around and realized he was still staring.

“What?”.

“You shouldn’t be the one making the tea, you know”.

“Yes, I know”, you answered calmly, trying to not show the tremble in your voice. Just the presence of that God in the same room made you feel… tiny. Weak. Maybe in a good way. No, definitely in a bad way; he shouldn’t be making you feel anything, for that matter. “And we shouldn’t be in the same room all alone”.

“Are you kicking me out?”.

“Just stating a fact”.

“Hm”.

“And offering you some illegal tea”.

He smiled. You were way too good for Thor, he thought. You would be bored if you married him. You had the trouble spark in your eyes and Loki was the perfect companion for that. It was so evident you were made for each other; then why would his parents think you would be better off with Thor? He was still clueless at how they could’ve made such an imprudent and blind decision.

“I’d love to, princess”.

You chuckled. “Princess? Really?”.

“Not good?”.

“No”. He lowered his gaze and put a strand of hair behind an ear. “Which kind would you like?”.

He stepped closer to you; so much closer that you could feel his slow breathing grazing your forehead. You tried your best to not rise your head and sink in his sharp features. He grabbed with two fingers a tea bag from the box you were holding. Your hands were trembling slightly. He then got a little bit closer (even though you didn’t think that was possible), slowly stretched his arm and picked up a mug that was conveniently behind you. As soon as he stepped away, you realized you held your breath the whole time.

“Are you alright? You look nervous”, he mocked, which only made you even more embarrassed.

“I suggest you stay in your place, prince Loki”, you said, trying to get back to reality. It was not okay. You could not flirt in any way or form with your future husband’s brother. Wrong. Wrong! All flavours of wrong.

“Suggestion denied”, he said with the same troublesome smirk from before, that still hadn’t wiped off his face. “And you can call me Loki”.

“I will not”, you said, filling his mug with the boiling water. “And you’ll call me by my full name, as you should”.

“You know, in our actual position… you should be the one recieving my orders”, he said, lowering his already deep voice. You swallowed, but tried to keep a determined and confident look on your face.

“Which are...?”. You knew you’d regret even asking, but he was right. He still was your prince, and you still were a mere warrior. He raised an eyebrow.

“Call me Loki”.

“Or?”.

“Well…”, he whispered raspily. You felt he was about to step closer to you again, but the voice of one of his tutors interrupted his flirting.

“What on the Realm are you two doing in here without an escort?”.

“Terribly sorry”, you muttered while you rapidly left the kitchen. Loki stood there, observing you leave and sighed. His tutor looked at him with disapproval and he simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled innocently.

But he had already decided, you were going to be his.

You couldn’t help but to wander the palace as much as you could. The place was enormous and nothing compared to anything you’ve seen before. You only knew the tiny houses you grew up in Asgard, and the occasional visit to other Realm’s palace in the middle of a battle.

But you had to be careful. Nobody would approve you nosing everywhere, much less at those hours of the night. But, well, it was the perfect time, because the palace would not only be empty, but also illuminated by only the soft glimmering of the candlelights. It was gorgeous.

You roamed around through the hallways, until the sharp sound of a fall stopped you dead on your tracks. The sound was followed by an “ugh, fuck” from a particularly familiar voice, and your curiosity grew bigger. What was prince Loki doing at those hours in… the library, was it? You thought, as you tried to read the sign in the doorframe. All signs had to be in old Norse, of course. And you could barely speak it, let alone read it in the dark.

Peeping from the entrance, you got to see what the prince was doing. With a big and dusty book on one hand and a frown in his face, he was trying to make a pile of books from the floor levitate.

He shut his eyes close and once again, pointed at the books with the palm of his hand. A green light surrounded the objects and two of the three books got suspended in the air. With effort, prince Loki pushed harder upwards to make the third book levitate too, but soon got tired and the rest of the pile fell to the wooden floor again, making the same sound that brought you there in the first place.

He then left the open book he was holding over one of the tables and tried again, this time with both of his hands. In around five minutes he got to make the three books fly above his head, as if they were dancing. His eyes glittered and an ear-to-ear smile lit his face. You’ve never seen him smile so innocently, so childishly before.

How adorable, you thought, as you leaned on the doorframe. But the smile on his face got interrupted when you sloped wrongly over the door and fell down with a sound that felt more like a scream than a subtle gasp.

Loki ran to see where that sound came from, and found your flustered face on his feet, trying your best to not look too embarrassed by the fact that you were hovering, or even spying on him.

“May I help you with something, princess?”, he held your hand to help you up, but didn’t let it out when you were already on your feet.

“Thank you. And, please, don’t call me princess”, you said, freeing yourself of his hand.

“‘Please, don’t call me princess’? Darling, you’re begging for the wrong things in here”. You got chills from the seductive tone of his voice, and tried to ignore it through a laugh. There was nothing else to do but to hope he wouldn’t notice how blushed you’d gotten.

“It’s not appropriate that you keep flirting with me, Mischief”.

“I like that nickname”.

“Did you even listen to me?”.

“Yes, I know. You don’t want me to flirt with you because you’re afraid of being inappropriate. But, between us, which one was the one stalking the other one in the middle of the night?”.

“I wasn’t stalking. I was simply observing and hoping you wouldn’t notice”.

“That’s the dictionary definition of stalking, my dear”.

You sighed. There was no point in arguing with him. He would know if you lied; and that’s probably why he kept flirting. Because he knew you didn’t mean it when you corrected him. You liked it. You truly enjoyed it.

“What are you doing?”, you asked after a while, pointing at the floating books that were now almost touching the roof.

“I really need to focus for this one in particular. If I need silence and emptiness, this place and time are usually a good idea. Unless, of course, there’s a little spy falling off the doorframe”.

“Sorry about that”, you chuckled, and he smirked.

“It’s fine, I basically finished it anyways”.

“Looks like you mastered it, though”, you complimented. Loki looked at you with a little smile.

“Well, I…”. He was about to answer you, but you reached out for a strand of hair on his face and moved it behind his ear. The books fell off abruptly, and Loki did his best to cover you from their impact, covering your whole body with an embrace. He didn’t let go of the hug, but looked at your face with shame. “I’m truly sorry. I got.. surprised, I guess”.

“Don’t worry. And sorry, didn’t mean to make you nervous”.

“Nervous?”.

“Or surprised, whatever”.

“You’re right, though”. He smiled gently once more and lowered his gaze. “You make me feel things, little warrior”.

“Prince Loki, you really shouldn’t…”.

“I can say it, you don’t need to answer it”. You sighed and gave him a knowing look. “If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop. If not, let me flirt with you. I don’t need you to flirt back”. You laughed at his proposition and he stared, waiting for a confirmation.

“Fine. But don’t call me princess. You make it sound diminishing”.

“As you wish, my Queen”.

“Oh my God”.

“Precisely”.

You both giggled and tried to keep it down just in case somebody else was awake. The moonlight making its way through the gigantic windows of the library were the only lightning, and the sharp features of the God became even more fascinating by the contrast. His eyes looked deeper. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you with them. You felt naked at his eye, and maybe not in a bad sense.

"What are you thinking about?", he asked after a while. You were both in silence, contemplating each other. Oddly, it wasn't uncomfortable. With Thor, on the other hand, you only felt uncomfortability; even if it wasn't an awkward situation, you knew you were not welcomed by him. Maybe not even his friendship.

"I'm… I think I should get going".

"Why?" he asked, and immediately grabbed your hand. "Stay".

"It's late. Thor might awake and not find me there".

"So?".

"Let's not cause a scandal, Mischief. I have to do what I have to do".

"Maybe you don't have to", he insisted, and you rolled your eyes. With a sigh, he let go off your hand. "I understand. I know you'll be better off like this".

"Yes, I will", you said, faking confidence. Maybe it was your sleep deprived brain that couldn't see right, maybe it was the sudden urge to do what you wanted instead of what you needed; either way, you lingered your way out.

He waited for you to go, but you stayed a little longer, delaying the sneaking back to bed with the man you didn't want to be with. You just needed one reason, only one reason to stay.

"Good night, darling", he said after a while. He knew better than to ruin your future and reputation for his selfish desires. He didn’t want to let you go, he wanted you to be his and only his. But he knew better than to make you a part of his brotherly quarrels. He appreciated you enough to keep you out of it.

"Good night, Loki".

He smiled as you walked away. As much as he shouldn’t have, he got you to call him by just his name.

Not even two weeks passed by and everyone around him already suspected the obvious; the mischievous and rebellious brother was trying to make Thor’s partner fall in love with him. What not everyone knew was that it was completely working.

The stolen glances from up the shoulders in every meeting, every dinner, every event. The long walks around the Gardens, talking about literature, magic and general life. The trainings in one-to-one combat with him that lasted a bit longer than with the rest of the trainers. And you couldn’t help but smile at everything he said or did; it was so much harder than one could think, to hide such thing from Queen Frigga; she saw it all and knew better than everyone in romance. She also knew better than anyone both of her sons, and it was evident how they both felt about you. Because Thor’s stone cold indifference wasn’t one to go unnoticed as well.

In dinner, Loki was again sitting by Thor’s side, and couldn’t help but to chatter about the subject that bothered him so much.

“They’s late, brother; you’ll marry a terribly mannered warrior”, he mocked. Thor rolled his eyes and contraatacked.

“At least I’m marrying them”.

“You say it as if I wanted to”.

“Please”, Thor scoffed.

“Marriage is a boundary. I merely desire them”.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to hold their hand from the Throne, or to put a crown on their head”, mocked Thor. Loki sushed him, because he was completely right. Loki would’ve loved to gently caress your hair and kiss your pink cheeks, to fidget with your ring as he held you in the mornings and nights. Gods, he was lost.

“I do not, anyways. But if you plan on borrowing me wedding night and spare you the annoyance you’d feel by bedding them… I agree”.

“Will you keep on making sexual jokes to avoid real feelings all your life or do you grow up after the 1100 year?”.

You opened the door and got in with your head low and breathing unsteady, embarrassed and apologizing. The princes stopped the chattering and followed you with their eyes. Loki didn’t even hide his expressions of pure and raw desire. Your hair was a disaster, and you were still in your ripped warrior clothes, covered in mud, blood and scratches. The dagger strapped to your thigh was, too, covered in blood.

“Hot”, said Loki, unintentionally louder than he should have. Dear, he loved when you looked like a threatening mess.

“What?”, you asked in a breath, still agitated.

“Eh, hold. Hold the door, I meant”, he corrected himself (everyone was looking, even the guests, and he knew better than to be that inappropriate on certain occasions). But you knew exactly what he said and smirked slightly, just enough for him to notice.

“You were saying… you didn’t want to?”, whispered Thor just before Loki got up and walked through the tables. He didn’t even know what he wanted to do, but if he said ‘hold the door’ he had to keep it verosimil, didn’t he?

As he walked past you, slowing down, he whispered “library, tonight”. And then left the dining room, leaving an even more blushed you to imagine what could he possibly want from you. And your imagination was not precisely innocent.

You took a deep breath and held it for a minute before getting inside. After wandering around the bookshelves, you noticed the room was still empty. Maybe too early? It was barely midnight. Everyone was already asleep and the Palace was, as every night, dead silent.

You sat on the couch and caressed the texture with the tip of your fingers. Was he coming? Did he say it just to make you blush in lunch? Perhaps he was messing with you. He was the God of Lies and Mischief after all, wasn’t he?

After ten minutes you stood up and decided to look for something to read. You wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways, so might as well make the most of the night; with or without prince Loki.

You walked slowly, reading carefully every title. If something had your attention, you’d read it on that beautiful velvet couch, in front of the fireplace. Even grab a mug of coffee, to keep you up until you finish your readings. The plan sounded marvelous, but you couldn’t help but to feel disappointed you wouldn’t spend the night with him.

You weren’t expecting to actually get physical, of course. He was not your fiancé and would never be. He was barely a lover. Not even that. He was the man you loved and desired, yes. But merely platonic. It wouldn’t go any further. It couldn’t go any further.

But you were expecting to have that precious alone time he gifted you in the nights, where everything was off and both of you were the only flame alive in the whole Kingdom. The glances he threw at you, the smiles he drew to let you know you were appreciated; you were wanted, you were loved by him.

As you reached for one of the books, a bigger hand wrapped around yours and the book, making you gasp.

“Hello”, he whispered in your ear, earning a shiver from you. Just that, he didn’t need to do any more than that to set on all your alarms and get your face redder and hotter than ever.

You turned around and smiled. He didn’t move away; in fact, he raised both his arms to your sides and locked you between him and the bookshelf.

“Seems like you won’t let me go away, won’t you?”.

“I don’t think you would even if I gave you the opportunity”.

“And how are you so sure about that?”.

“You came here, as I asked you to”.

“So?”.

“Are you actually going to play dumb?”.

You both laughed slightly, still not wanting to make a single noise. He got a few inches closer, and you did too. You raised a hand and fondled his hair. Moved your hand all the way from up his ear to down his neck. He slowly slipped down one hand to your waist and the other one to your collarbone, making the same deep eye contact he made with such lust; that desire he always looked at you, but amplified to a hundred and ten percent.

Now both of your hands were cupping his face. He was warm. And smiley. And… God, gorgeous. Godly gorgeous, as he always was. You traced with your fingers his cheekbones, his jaw, his neck. You sighed.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered, getting even closer. His breathing was slow and you could feel it on your face. His question was barely audible, yet so strongly loud to you.

May he kiss you? May you kiss him? You weren’t supposed to be even that close with him. You weren’t allowed. You shouldn’t look at him the way you did. Or touch him the way you wanted to. But there he was, asking to kiss you. And you had no other words in your vocabulary else than;

“Please”.

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hi! I just read “all bark no bite” and omg it was so good!! looking forward to more of your writing and possible a part 2 if you get the chance!

Thank you!!!!!😃🧡 Your wish is my command!

All Bark No Bite (pt. 2)

Bakugo angst + sexual tensionnnn

Read part 1 here

wc: 3k

I hope this is as fun for you to read as it is for me to write! Also why is he 👇 this fineee for no reason.

The next morning, you woke up trying to convince yourself it was all a dream...or a nightmare. But the way you could still feel the softness of his fingers around your neck completely contradicted your wishes. You also had to keep wiping little smiles off your face throughout your entire morning routine. You tried to combat them by listing all the things you hated about Bakugo but it was helpless. Every train of thought ended with the shape of his lips and how nicely they molded with yours.

You and Mina walked to class together and you swore she’d developed a mind reading quirk. You felt her eyes on you like a blazing sun. Although this was really all in your head. She only asked “are you okay?” because you kept looking at her like you’d committed a hate crime.

You and Bakugo didn’t look at each other once during class. No leg shaking, pen stealing or insults. Not even a well timed scoff when you were called on to answer a question. You tried your best to clear your mind and forget everything that had occurred in that hall last night. After a while of this torture you even were having a little bit of success.

But of course your peace was ruined as you walked to lunch. He couldn’t let you have anything. And of course he wasn’t going to leave you alone.

“Hey Little Bite, I hear we get to pick our groups for combat training today. All Might is going to make me a team captain, obviously. So if you want to be on my team let me know. I mean I assume you don’t wanna lose. You just gotta ask me nicely.” His usual cocky tone crept under your skin.

You desperately tried to ignore him as he followed you. Each footstep he started gaining on you being more annoying than the last. But what really did it was the pencil he threw at your head.

“Please, actively do not pick me.”

He ignored your objection and continued on his line of bullshit.

“I suppose I could take you. Your quirk would be useless, I’m all the attack power we’d need to win but I could use you as a decoy or something.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to be on a team with you, moron. Your pea brain doesn’t know how to do anything but blow shit up. You’re like an explosive cave man. Besides being too close to you for too long makes me wanna vomit.”

He cackled. You knew exactly what he was thinking and immediately regretted your words.

“That’s weird—“

You picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at his head. But he just caught it and made it explode with a smug look on his face.

“Ugh. I cannot stand you.” You groaned.

“You sure about that?” He said with a suggestive eyebrow.

He was so hot....it made you want to punch him in the throat. Without thinking you shrugged off your backpack and swung it at his face. His reflexes bested you again though and he caught the bag, yanking it from you. The force was harder than you expected, it sent you flying into his chest. You both tumbled to the ground and landed shoulder to shoulder. Your skull hit a small rock with a wack. Rubbing the back of your head, shooting pain surfaced.

“Ow!! That fucking hurt dumbass!”

“Sor—“

You swung your arm, aiming to kill, and hit him in the stomach.

It must have really knocked the wind out of him because he made a loud grunting noise that hinted at his surprise. It wasn’t often people got to land a punch on Katsuki Bakugo. King Explosion Murder.

“Do that shit again Little Bite! You’ll regret it!” He grabbed your wrist, attempting to clear a way to get you back. You both started wresting trying to punch each other in the gut. Literally rolling around in the grass in a red hot death match of who could out curse the other.

“Omg, are you guys about to kiss right now?” Mina teased from out of absolutely nowhere, scaring the shit out of you.

You both froze solid as the blood drained from your face. She knew about last night? How did she find out?!

“You told her!?” Bakugo’s entire face was contorting through a whole range of emotions. Shock, horror, embarrassment, accusation, cheekiness, embarrassment again.

“What!?” You panicked. “No! I didn’t!” You swear you didn’t. You replayed your whole morning in your head just to double check.

You turned to your pink friend. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. You watched the gears turn in her head as she realized she’d stumbled upon a miraculously juicy discovery.

“OH. MY. GOD!!! No freaking way!!” She squealed unable to contain herself.

She started blabbering as she attempted to cope with this information. She had absolutely no idea what to do with it.

Your stomach fell as you realized this fatal error. Wait....this wasn’t your error. You pushed him off you and you both scrambled to your feet.

“This is your fault! Why’d you say that!” You shoved a finger in Bakugo’s chest. Which actually hurt because....he’s solid.

“Don’t yell at me!” He yelled back at an even louder volume.

Mina started running around in little circles. “They kissed!!!” She then abruptly stopped in her tracks and you watched a lightbulb flicker on.

No.....

“KIRISHIMA!!!! KAMINARI!!!” She screamed as she ran toward the cafeteria.

“MINA DONT YOU FUCKING DA—“ Bakugo exploded into a full sprint to chase her down. But she was like a rocket.

You chased after them desperately trying to reconcile all this is your mind. But it was no use, your brain was melting. Everyone was about to find out. The relentless jokes...they would never end. You could die right here.

Both of them ran so fast you fell horribly behind. By the time you rounded the corner and caught up to them a whole event had already taken place.

Bakugo was screaming on the top of his lungs. You could practically see the steam coming off the top of his head.

Kaminari was standing there in his stupid form with a half torn shirt. Jesus, what did Bakugo do to him?

Mina and Kirishima were laying on the ground, their face covered in tears. They were laughing so hard no sounds were even coming out.

“Oh my god,” Mina squeaked out between gasps for air, “Bakugo has a crush.”

“It’s so adorable!” Kirishima said wiping the tears from his eyes as he attempted to stop laughing. With no success, they both bursted again after seeing Bakugo slamming his fists into the grass. The teasing was making him want to rip his eyes out. He couldn’t stand it.

“Shut up Kirishima!!!” He jumped on top of his friend and started repeatedly banging his head into the ground. Of course this did absolutely nothing to the hard head. It just made him laugh even more.

Poor Denki just stood there drooling with a little smile on his face and giggling.

You were frozen. Stunned. It was like watching a comedy movie in which you were the punchline.

But all the laughs fell a silent as a furious voice cut through the air.

“What is this.” It wasn’t a question. Mr. Aizawa looked like he hadn’t slept in three days and this used up his last bit of patience.

“Bakugo. Get off him immediately.” He growled.

You knew how this looked. Bakugo was attacking Kirishima after successfully making Kaminari fry his own brain. Your friends’ laughter wasn’t enough to hide Bakugo’s apparent violence even if it was over something as stupid as a kiss. Mr. Aizawa couldn’t possibly know that.

“I overlooked your behavior yesterday, picking a fight with Miss. y/n. But now attacking your other classmates as well? This is violent behavior is unacceptable.”

“Mr. Aizawa—“ Kirishima tried to defend his friend but it was no use.

“Not another word.” Your teacher was glaring at Bakugo with laser beams.

The hot head just stood there in silence with a scowl on his face and two tightly clenched fists. He was really just going to take the heat for everyone? No arguments?

“I’m putting you on house arrest for the rest of the day. No more classes and no combat training.” You watched the dagger go through Bakugo’s chest. Today was going to be offensive training with All Might. You knew he was looking forward to it. Guilt punched your core.

“Mr. Aizawa wait. I’m the one who picked a fight with him yesterday. I challenged him. He shouldn’t get into trouble because of me.” You shuffled toward him timidly. He was scary when he was like this.

Everyone looked at you in surprise. They all knew it was true, that you’d egged him on. And he wouldn’t be raging right now if you hadn’t kissed, so today was also partially your fault. But they were truly surprised because you normally would revel in Bakugo getting scolded. But you weren’t fucking evil. And this wasn’t Bakugo’s fault at all...although he really needed to get his fucking temper in check. Idiot.

“Is that true?” Aizawa asked Bakugo.

The hot head took a deep breath. “Does that sound like me at all? I’d never give into her weak attempts at baiting me. I fought her because I wanted to.”

Your eyes popped out at his words. He lied. Why the fuck would he do that?

Mr. Aizawa escorted Bakugo to the dorms, lecturing the entire way.

“This sucks.” Kirishima said with a frown.

“I know. I feel so bad!” Mina cried sadly.

You had no words. The four of you walked to lunch with drooping heads. You held Kaminari’s hand the whole way until his brain recharged.

Recalling you’d left your backpack in the quad you ran back to get it. Upon arrival you realized Bakugo’s backpack was also there. He wouldn’t even have his stuff with him to finish homework or study during house arrest. You groaned. This guilt was horrible. It ate at you for rest of the day. The rest of your friends didn’t feel any better. And combat training wasn’t the same for you without that familiar sound of explosions going off in the background. It actually made the class feel kind of empty.

As usual at the end of the day you sat in the common area with the rest of the girls.

“So...is it true y/n?” Ochaco poked hesitantly.

You glared at Mina. Loose lips as usual.

“Sorry y/n. I talk when I’m stressed.” Mina cried only kind of regretful.

You sighed. You didn’t have the heart to actually be upset with her. You were the villain here. Getting Bakugo into so much trouble.

“Yea.” You huffed out. Talking about it made you cringe. It was like admitting your sworn rival had defeated you somehow. Even if you sort of didn’t mind the way he did it...

“What was it like?” Mina asked excited for the details.

“Is he a good kisser?” Ochaco added.

Your mind fell into a fog as you replayed the kiss again. Your skin went electric as you remembered the feel of his hands on your waist and those noises he was making. His lips wrapped around yours....

“Oh my god...Ochaco shes in love!” Mina concluded from you zoning out for what ended being like 15 seconds of you staring into space with a little smile on your face. She was practically singing.

“I am not!” You yelled flustered.

“Why are so many people yelling today?” Kirishima chuckled as he rounded the corner to join the couch.

“So is he mad?” Mina’s voice had changed into the sad one from earlier.

“I don’t know. Every time I knock he just tells me to go away. But that’s not that different from normal honestly.” He smiled. Their friendship was so odd.

Suddenly his backpack flashed through your mind. It was sitting in your room.

You got up to leave. You tried to be sneaky about it as they discussed how to cheer the victim up. But to no avail, they’d never let you sneak off again.

“Where you going huh?” Mina’s voice was painfully suggestive.

“To my room!”

“Uh huh, we’ve heard that one before.”

You stuck your tongue at her.

Kirishima twisted to face you over the back of the couch. “So if I ask Bakugo tomorrow if he saw you tonight he’s gonna say no, right?” Who knew he could be this ruthless. No mercy.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. You’d been cornered.

“Look. He left his backpack earlier and I’m just going to give it to him! Jeez do you want to do it or something Kiri?” You were seething.

“Nahh, you should do it. He’ll just yell at me to go away again.” He winked. It made you cringe again.

You could peel your skin off from this teasing. But you know someone who hated it even more. You knew that’s why he wouldn’t let Kirishima into his room.

You ran off before they could crack any more jokes.

On your way to the elevators you heard a creepy cackle come from somewhere. You spun around, alarmed, as a “what the fuck” escaped your lips. Your eyes landed on one eyeball peeking through the crack of a doorway.

“Can I get a kiss too?” The voice was wet with drool and lust. “Just one?”

“I will kick your face in Mineta.”

The door quickly shut. Did Mina tell the fucking whole class!?

With more haste now you stormed to your room to get the stupid backpack that was causing you so many problems and made your way to your other problem’s door.

Before you knocked you realized your hands were shaking. Nervous? Seriously, over this moron? You shook it off with resolve and knocked.

“Fuck off Denki, for the hundredth fucking time I’m busy!” A gruff voice yelled from behind the door.

“Oh please, busy with what?” You retorted reflexively. Earlier you had decided you were going to try to be nicer but that sentiment wore off as soon as you heard his annoying voice.

The door swung open.

“What do you want?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

Your mind went blank. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Of course it made his biceps look better than normal. He was wearing a black t-shirt that made his skin look perfectly tanned and was snug in all the right places. And why did he always smell so good damn. Today it was like vanilla and woodsy aftershave.

Stop staring. Stop staring. Speak bitch.

“Here’s your backpack. You should keep better track of it. I had to carry it around all day. That’s annoying.” You tossed it at him.

Why couldn’t you say anything nice? He took the heat for everyone. It’s like your mouth was rebelling against you.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Maybe you should work out more weakling.”

Panic panged in your chest as he started to shut the door in your face.

“Wait—“ you stopped it with your hand.

He paused. Mild interest dawned his brow.

“Why—why did you lie?”

“What?”

“To Mr. Aizawa. You could have told him it was my fault.”

“What do you care?” He pressed. His tone always managed to infuriate you.

You spun on your heels and started to walk away. “Nevermind.”

“Because I felt bad. You hurt your stupid head.”

You’d forgotten about that with all the guilt that had been overrunning your head. It didn’t even hurt anymore. You were surprised he’d even noticed.

“Oh.”

“But obviously you’re fine now so I guess it was all for nothing.” He added quickly trying to sound indignant.

The guilt punched you again. Especially now that you were face to face with him. He didn’t even look mad. He actually looked calm. And he looked good. You tried to deny your attraction to him. But flashes of his hand on your waist started invading your mind again. You could feel him wrapped around your neck. The way he was gentle and rough at the same time.

“Instead of just standing there you could actually make yourself useful. You owe me anyways.”

You snapped out of it trying not to look flustered. You shot him a confused and slightly offended look.

“Fill me in on what I missed in class...” he explained. He wouldn’t make direct eye contact though.

“Are you saying you need my help?” You had to do it. You couldn’t not take an opportunity.

“Tch. Obviously no—“

“Let’s do it. Move.” You said as you pushed past him into his room. Your hand made full contact with his abs and you felt that heat again.

He shut the door behind you and your heart started off like a race horse as you heard him lock it.

You suspected it was to lock the other boys out. God forbid they catch you in his room after all this.

Shit....you were in his room. Alone. With your hot head. The day after he kissed you. The evening after he took all the fury of Mr. Aizawa for you and moments after he asked you to help him study even though he gets way better grades than you.

He cleared a spot for you to sit on his bed and then leaned back into his chair with his hands locked behind his head. His flexing muscles were distracting you again.

“You better actually remember everything.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes at him.

His words were supposed to rile you but the way he looked at you, like he was secretly loving that you were here was making your stomach flutter. You could feel your face red and you prayed he wouldn’t notice. At this rate you were going to throw yourself at him before he had the chance to kiss you again. As long as you two didn’t start fighting again first.....

💥 YES there will be a pt 3!!! 💥

It’s going to be called “sTuDyiNg” HAHA (hint: Bakugo doesn’t actually wanna study “dumbass”)

Update: Pt.3 is up now!! Read it here

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ryvgvji · 4 years

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hi! i was windering can you write a reaction with sero, kaminari, karishima, and tokoyami where their s/o bans sex for 3 weeks? i dont know if you write nsfw at becuase i couldnt fund rules, but you dont have to if you feel uncomfortable☺️

yes sorry about that, i don’t have rules yet, i have to make them 😅 my fault. but yes i do write nsfw stuff for both kpop and anime. but anyways here’s your reaction☺️ hope you like it!! sorry if it’s not the best

(apologies for any grammar errors.)

✰ characters : Ejirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Fumikage Tokoyami, Hanta Sero.

✰ banning Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari and Tokoyami for 3 whole weeks, how will these boys handle that?

Hanta Sero

Sero getting banned from sex , wonder how that happened

most likely happened because Sero would be making fun of you

he and Kaminari would be talking about relationships when suddenly the topic sex came up

Kaminari would talk about how his girlfriend would moan and cry in the bedroom begging him to not stop and go harder

“She be like , ahhh Denki , fuck me hard baby!!” laughing as he mocked her moans

Sero would die laughing , rolling on the floor

“y/n is the same way!” he says as he dries his eyes

“oh Sero , daddy! right there!” he mocked you not at all realizing that he just exposed you

next day at school Kaminari mentions the conversation that him and Sero had

“y/n i didn’t know that you called Sero daddy.”

you almost choke on your food when you hear what Kaminari said

“w-who said that?!”

Kaminari points Sero who’s eyes were basically popping out of their socket

you glared at him wanting to knock him into next week

when i say Sero almost shitted his pants

“baby i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make fun of you!!” he whines as he trails behind you to you room. you turn around and stare at him. “Sero you mocked me and revealed that i call you daddy during sex, are you really sorry about that?” he doesn't answer instead, he looks at the floor in guilt.

“baby i’m really sorry, you have to believe me,” he said as he grabs a hold of your hand. you look up at him. you could see that he was genuinely sorry. “please! i’ll do anything just please, forgive me.” he practically begs. anything? you think to yourself. a smirk creeps upon your face as you slipped your hand out of his hold. “anything you say?” you cross your arms over your chest. he rapidly nods in response. the perfect punishment pops into your head.

“no sex for three weeks.” you say blandly. Sero’s heart stops. “n-no what?” he stutters. he’s wondering if his ears heard correct. there was no possible way that you could say that to him. that was something that you would never put him through right? wrong! “no. sex. for. three. weeks.” Sero falls to his knees. he looks up at you like a hurt puppy. “baby no, don’t do this to me. i’m sorry. what i did was wrong, completely wrong. just please, i’m begging you. don’t do this.” his eyes somewhat glossy feeling his emotions go crazy. he couldn’t even think about the amount of torture that he would be put through. there was no way that he was gonna last for that long. “you should thought about that before daddy.” you tease lowly as you caress his cheek. you then walk off and leave him there to mope.

the whole three weeks were straight hell for Sero. he was super horny. he would always apologize and tell you he’s sorry everyday, asking you to let up in his punishment. that didn’t work and he would just sulk for the entire rest of the day. all he wants to hold you in his arms again and make you scream his name. when the three weeks were finally up he didn’t waste anytime. right after school he took you straight to his dorm and fucked you so hard that you were limping the next day. “baby, you’ve had me waiting for way to long.”

Ejirou Kirishima

let’s all think about how this all started first...

this started because Kirishima would promise you that he’d take you out on a date

“babe let’s go out together tomorrow after school.”

SIKE! ain’t happening

he ended up going to hang with Bakugo instead, totally forgetting what he promised to you

he spend the while afternoon and evening out with Bakugo leaving you mad and hurt

the next day at school you completely ignore him, walking away and avoiding him anytime that he comes up to you

he even ends up getting a couple of stank eyes from Mina and Momo.

when he practically harrasses you on the way back to the dorms , you finally tell him what’s up

“you stood me up Kirishima.”

that’s when he finally realized

“oh my god, y/n, baby i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you upset baby. Bakugo asked me to go with him somewhere yesterday and i didnt remember.” he rambles. you really didn't have a care in the world for what he was saying, your just upset that he stood you up for that his friend, Bakugo any less.

“so Bakugo is more important than me?” you roll your eyes. “baby of course not! what kind of stupid question is that?!” you let out a ‘hm’ and searched through your tv for something to watch. Kirishima grabbed a hold of your hand and make eye contact with you. “baby, i’m really sorry. i understand if your mad at me and i will accept my punishment.” punishment? you weren’t thinking of any punishments, you just are upset with him. but since he mentioned, you guess it’s best that you come up with one.

suddenly an idea pops into your brain. “how about no sex for three weeks?” you say with a innocent smile. Kirishima’s body froze. “babe... what’d you just say?” he asked you. you chuckled slightly. “i said, no sex for three weeks.” you leaned forward and place a light kiss on his lips. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him, moving his head to the crook of your neck. “baby, you don’t mean that right?” he whisper against your skin, teeth light grazing the area. you almost shudder at the feeling, but you have to keep it together. “yes i do. and it starts right now.” you said and pushed him away.

Kirishima had never been in so much pain. he felt like he was gonna die. honestly for the whole three weeks, his whole demeanor was changed. he wasn’t as cheerful. he’d try everyday to get you to give up; grabbing your thigh under the table, kissing lightly on your neck, grabbing your ass even. unfortunately for him, that didn’t work. when it finally came to the last day of the punishment, he could not hold in his anticipation. he’d just skip school with you fuck you all day, literally all day. “you are really in for it love.”

Denki Kaminari

how did you come to this situation? simple

he l i e d

he said that he was with Sero, Kirishima and Bakugo

what he didn’t talk about was being with her instead of Sero. her as in Jirou

you found out through Sero’s slip up at lunch the next day

“yesterday was crazy, we should definitely do it again!” Kirishima cheered as he ate his lunch

“i still can’t believe that you guys took Jirou instead of me.” he rolled his eyes

“you didn’t go Sero?” you questioned the boy, he shook his head and narrowed his eyes toward Kaminari

“because of that punk over there!” he pointed

you look over to your boyfriend with raised eyebrows

“you said that you went with Sero babe. you lied to me?” you said calmly as you tried your best to keep your composure

the table was dead silent. so was Kami. he didn’t say anything. or make a move

you just shook your head and got up.

“unbelievable.”

“can’t believe you lied.” you said as you sat on your bed and stare at Kaminari. pure guilt shows on his face. you scoff as he doesn’t say a word. you are so mad at him, you don’t even wanna see him right now. “get out Kami. don’t talk to me.” you point to the door of your room. he opens his mouth to say something but you cut him before he cannot. “oh, and on top of that, your punishment for lying to me is no sex for three weeks, now get out.” you pushed him out your room and slam your door.

he didn’t even get to say anything. he really didn’t mean to lie you, it’s never his intention to hurt you. but for some reason which is unknown to him, he just didn’t want you to know about Jirou. it makes him feel so bad. for the entire next week you avoid him and the rest of the boys. anytime he was near you, you walk away. his heart was broken.”baby, please talk to me. i’m sorry. baby.” he called from outside your door. you sigh, getting up from your bed going over to open the door. “yes?”

no words were exchanged. he pulled you into a hugged walking towards your bed. “Kami what are you-” up you were cut of by Kaminari kissing you. you kissed back, wrapping your arms his neck to pull him closer. you missed this. his hands roamed over your body down to your legs. he lightly squeezed them before wrapping them around his hips. “i missed you so much y/n. i’m really sorry about what happened.” he said pulling away from the kiss. he moved to your neck. you let out a soft sigh before closing your eyes. wait, i’m not supposed to be doing this you thought. “wait.” Kaminari looked up at you confused. “you’re still on your punishment.” Kaminari whined and put his head back in your neck before saying, “baby~ please i’m sorry!” you only chuckled and pulled him away from your body. “two more weeks baby.”

by the time the two were over he was ready. he was not going to waste no time. you could literally feel that the whole day he was watching you. eyes following your every move like predator watching it’s prey. touching you nonstop, hands wondering over your body anytime there was an opportunity. when the last bell ran he rushed. picking you up and going all the way to his room. “baby i’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

Fumikage Tokoyami

tokoyami, tokoyami, oh tokoyami...

he just could not keep his hands to himself for some reason

he was touching you EVERYWHERE

“Tokoyami...” you warned him

you were in school you didn’t wanna get caught and get in trouble

he just smirks and continues to touch you

what was even worst is that nobody suspects anything because he was so to himself, no one would have thunk that Toko would do such thing so he didn’t stop

oh lord was lunch something

his grip on your thigh did not letting up

moving his hand further and further up. you felt like you were gonna bust

“baby no. were at school.” you brushed his hand off

“well we’re in your room now.” he teases and graze his fingers up you thigh. you slap his hand away. “ouch...that hurt.” you rolled your eyes. “baby. you’ve touching me all day. i think that you need to calm down.” you said. “but you like it, don’t you love?” he said pulling you onto his lap.

you smile at him and run your hand down his chest. just then a thought popped in your mind. with a mischievous smile you lean down and kiss him. he wrap his arms around you and leans back on the bed. you pull away and look him in his eyes. “baby how about this.” you lean closely to his ear. “no sex for three weeks baby. since you were being disobent and touching me non stop you are banned from sex.” Tokoyami’s breath hitches in his throat. “really that’s how is gonna be love?” his voice deep and low. you sit up on top and cross your arms. “that’s what i said.” you smiled. you see Tokoyami roll is eyes. “okay then. that’s fine with me, really don’t care.”

this is gonna be easy. or so Tokoyami thought. two weeks in and he can’t sleep. it’s been too long for him. he can’t go any longer. he tries everything that he can to break you. he wants you to give in. “baby, i need you.” he would whisper in your ear. you would only laugh and push him away saying “boy bye.”

thankfully, when the three weeks were over before he knew it. he never been so happy than before, this was something that we wants so bad. even dark shadow hasn’t been this excited. as soon as the weekend hits, he calls you and tell you pack backs cause your staying over his. before you could even knock on his door, he pulls you in, picks you and gently sets you down on the bed. “love let’s waste no time.”

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years

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The Oncoming Storm Part 22: Anxiety

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

You are such a mess but Liu Kang might be the most understanding man ever, Lol. Bad day for me, but hope you guys are all doing okay! Good vibes and much love. Thanks for reading <3 Update for the new one tomorrow, update for this one on Tuesday. Smooches!

Part 21 Part 23 Chapter Index

The hike up the mountain was tiring but serene. You kept their eyes peeled for the fork in the path and caverns that may have been hidden along the mountainside. The few that you encountered were either inaccessible or had no signs of water. You lost track of time, but you caught the branch in the path and the sign that explained where each path went. It was as good a place as any to regain your bearings, you figured. You wished it told you the altitude. You were winded. Beyond you was the path to the leftmost that the attendant had told you to take, the trees were growing at funny angles on steeper parts of the mountain.

The sign explained that this was one of the more interesting phenomena taking place in Huangshan. You remembered them vaguely from your vision but couldn’t recall their significance, if any.

The thought of your vision twisted your stomach into uncomfortable knots. You rubbed the bruise on the side of your neck and shivered. This was all too familiar. That uncomfortable feeling that had overwhelmed you in Japan. Knowing a place without having ever been there. It was enough to make anyone sick.

“Do you need a break?” Liu gently touched your arm and you huffed, defensive immediately.

“No.”

“You’re out of breath.”

“We’re hiking! That’s normal. The altitude is probably crazy.”

“It is also normal to need to take a break and you had a long day yesterday. Your throat…”

“I’m fine. Stop worrying so much.” You didn’t mean to say it like that. Oh no.

“I just…”

“No, really. Stop it.” You grabbed his arm as he reached to touch the bruise on your neck. He knitted his brow in confusion. “It’s really sweet that you worry about me so much, Liu. But maybe you worry a little too much. I’m not a porcelain doll. I’m not going to fall over and break.” He averted his gaze, but his back straightened and he was uncomfortable. “I know it’s hard. Your only experience with me so far is my being wounded and needing help. But I’m capable and strong and have been on my own for years, so much so that it’s hard for me to be with people constantly. Your worry is… it’s a lot.” You hadn’t meant to sound so harsh or unappreciative and you could only hope that he didn’t take it the wrong way. You didn’t want him to have to worry about you and in a very stupid circuitous way it worried you that he worried so much. It ate you up to see his energy so wasted on worry. You weren’t worth the worry. You shifted your gaze. That was a bad, unhealthy thought. Oh no.

“What?” Liu seemed in disbelief.

“Sometimes you look at me like if you take your eyes off of me for a second then I’m going to disappear.” That fear that you had an unhealthy attachment to him in a time of crisis was there again along with your questioning your worth suddenly. And what if his attachment was unhealthy too? Your brain was scrambled. Kung Lao had put his messy fingers in there and smooshed it all about and now you were so confused.

“I didn’t mean to.” He tilted his head curiously as if trying to understand. “I don’t think you’re easily broken, Y/N. I simply wish to take care of you. That’s all.”

“That is… ridiculously sweet but you expect me to trust you when you’re hurt, don’t you?” You purposely shoved at the shoulder that you’d bruised. He mouthed ‘ouch’ and rubbed his shoulder comically. Then he nodded. “You have to trust me too. That’s all I’m asking.” He was quiet for a long time, and you felt selfish and stupid for having said anything at all. You’d complained that he cared about you too much? Really? What was wrong with you? You were overthinking. Your brain needed silence.

“I didn’t realize my worry was having that impact on you. Perhaps my concern for your well-being has been a bit pushier than I realized.” He spoke finally and not in anger which was a relief. “I understand that it might seem as though I don’t trust but I assure you that it’s quite the opposite. I trust you more than I trust almost anyone, Y/N. I can’t help that I worry for you, it’s part of who I am. I care about you.” That was direct. Alright. “I can’t help that. If I can protect you then I’m going to. It has nothing to do with how capable you are. That’s who I am.”

“I get that, Liu.” You swallowed that persistent lump in your throat to no avail. “And you can worry about me. I’m sorry I brought it up. But I might just… be mildly annoyed with it sometimes. That’s who I am.”

“What’s gotten into you?” He laughed but his face was still riddled with concern. “You’re not yourself.”

“There’s the worry again!” You were defensive and you knew it, but you couldn’t stop it either. You hated that your brain was feeling one way and your mouth and body were responding another. Why couldn’t things come out the way you intended them to? You wanted to tell him that you were worried that you’d attached yourself to him and had become a burden. That you had been through a lot and weren’t processing any of it in a healthy way. Instead, you accused him of being a worry wart.

“Yeah, because you’re not being yourself. I need you to relax, Y/N. It’s been nonstop stress for weeks. Come with me.” He grabbed your arm and you fought him as he continued up the path to the left.

“What? No! What are we doing? Wait, what?” You pulled your hand back and he pulled on you again then nodded behind him.

“Come now, jump on or I’m going to just pick you up and throw you back there.”

He was going to carry you on his back? Is that what was supposed to make you relax? Having about your legs wrapped around him? That was not going to help.

“Liu, wait, we’re hiking.” You yelped in surprise as he did as he said he would. He lifted you up and pulled you right onto his back, grasping your legs and urging them to wrap around his middle. You threw your arms around his shoulders on instinct with wide and panicked eyes. He’d done that way too easily. Oh no, you’d thought about the legs wrapped around thing but not the body pressed against him thing. You were not prepared.

“Have some fun, Y/N.” He laughed, adjusting your arms for you so that you weren’t choking him. “Death grip, jeez.” You relaxed your grip a bit. “Better.” Then he continued up the path, hands beneath your knees to hold you up. This did nothing for your stress even if you did laugh in disbelief that he’d done it. You supposed that his body was warm and comforting and his shoulders and back were incredibly strong and impressive beneath you. “We have much to do Y/N and who knows what will happen when we find what we’re looking for. Enjoy the ride and the view.”

“Please, for all that you believe in, Liu… don’t phrase it like that.”

“Wow, Y/N.” He laughed, stealing a quick glance over his shoulder at you. You gave him a reassuring squeeze and then tried to do as he asked. You really did need to relax. When had you become so opposed to having fun? You were on your guard constantly and had to find a way to put the shields down for a few seconds. Kung Lao hadn’t helped, that was for sure. You relaxed and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his hair tickle your cheek as you watched the mountain pass you by.

You couldn’t let him do this for long. He was carrying an adult human on his back up a mountain and that was no mean feat, no matter how strong he was.

“Okay. Time to set me down.” You sighed after a few minutes.

“Why? This is nice and you finally seem relaxed.”

“You are literally hiking up a mountain with me on your back and you’re asking me why?”

“Oh?” Liu Kang gasped comically, and you immediately realized your mistake. “Are you worried about me, Y/N?” You smacked his arm in mock horror. He grabbed you and swung you from his back, and you yelped again at how quickly it had happened, then blew your loose hair from your face. He helped steady you and then stepped closer, hand brushing down your arm carefully. You’d been here before and you stiffened up and felt his warm hand engulf your cheek. It was addictive, like caffeine, and the warmth of his palm sent shivers down your spine that you fought. His fingers traced the lines of your face and there was your stomach full of butterflies again. He slipped the rest of your rebellious hair behind your ear, something that he had done so frequently now that you’d grown fond of it. His hand slid down to your wrist, and he urged your hand to rest on his chest, over his heart. “It’s fine.” He spoke just for you, and his lips were bewitching. “Trust me like I trust you.” He was teasing you, and it was magnificent.

“I trust you,” you assured him but you felt small again and not in a bad way. He made you feel like you were something precious and important, something worthy of that protection he wanted to offer you. Maybe you had overthought it. Not maybe. You had definitely overthought it.

“It’s okay to worry about me, Y/N. I like that you worry about me.”

Boy, you needed to say something. Anything. And even more so, you wished that you didn’t want to kiss him instead of talking about it. But his lips were right there, and you knew that they felt nice. You also knew you would get carried away. This tension had been killing you. You had to break it soon and you weren’t sure how much self-control you had left. Lao and Liu had worn it away.

His fingers brushed over your jaw, and he held it carefully and tilted you up to meet his lips. You stepped back with a jolt. His hand dropped from your face, and you instead walked past him, eyes wide and feeling as though you had just ripped off an incredibly painful and large bandage. Oh, you regretted it! Immediately at that!

“We should keep going or we’re going to be here all night.” Your heart was screaming in your chest, and it felt difficult to breathe. Liu didn’t follow you. He stood there, almost stuck in place, eyes wide and confused. “Liu?” You tried not to sound awkward or forced. You wanted to kiss him. More than anything you’d wanted that kiss. But you had to talk, and you were afraid to talk. He closed his eyes tight, regained his composure, and then jogged to catch up with you. He didn’t say anything, but his expression was extraordinarily tight for someone who was usually so calm and composed. The silence was miserable. You couldn’t let it stand for long. “How are you healing up?”

“Huh?” He didn’t seem to understand what you were talking about and took a second to process it. You’d broken him, oh no. “Much better. Bruising is still pretty ugly in some parts, but it’s begun to fade.” You felt guilty for a thousand reasons. You had hurt him so terribly when he’d been protecting you and now, you were acting like an insane person. You knew you were acting off. You opened your mouth instinctively to apologize, but he cut you off. “Really, Y/N. You can’t lecture me for being worried about you and then fret over me because of your misplaced guilt in the next breath.” And he called you out on your bullshit.

“I… uh…” He wasn’t wrong. Crap. How were you going to fix this?

“I was there to protect you. It was exactly where I wanted to be. It hurt, yes, but I am grateful that I was there. Trust me. Please.”

“I guess it doesn’t feel great for me to… be a hypocrite about it. I’m sorry.” You regretted the whole conversation about worry more than you had ever expected but you weren’t perfect. You were trying but your head was mixed up. Liu took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, then he laced his fingers between yours. He was brave especially after you had straight up walked away from a kiss seconds ago.

“I love that you worry about me. I love that you think about me at all.” He threw that word around like it was no big deal. Then he let go of your hand and walked off the path to where he’d spotted a cluster of white flowers just barely in bloom, kissed with dew. He picked one of the flowers, careful of its stem and then much to your surprise, he returned to you and wove it into your hair, so that the flower tucked right above your ear. He’d recovered from your awkward moment much faster than you had. “Perfect.” He touched your cheek again and the addicting warmth of his hand made you shiver. You didn’t fight it that time.

His eyes searched yours, but you saw nothing but adoration behind his. You didn’t deserve him. Then he pulled his hand back and walked past you, leaving you stuck in place. You were lucky that he was being so understanding with you, even a bit playful as you waged war in your head. You turned in the right direction, at least. The clouds hung low above them, and it was amazing to be so close to them. You’d almost forgotten where you were and what you were doing.

“The attendant said that the cave should be around here somewhere, didn’t he?”

“If he wasn’t lying to us to get rid of us because we frightened him.” You recovered. The clouds had helped. You’d never thought you’d get to see them so close with your own eyes, nonetheless consider touching them the way that you thought you might get to.

“Let him think what he wants. We paid him and got what we wanted.”

“Sure did, moneybags.” You teased.

“Does that bother you, Y/N? To have people think what he thought about us?”

“Wha-uh no? No! I was just surprised by how you handled it. It was very funny.” You stuttered and thought it sounded like a lie even if it wasn’t. You weren’t bothered by that. It had been comical how poorly the negotiation had gone. He’d far overestimated whatever womanly wiles he seemed to think you possessed.

“Y/N?” He stopped walking and sighed. “You’re being weird.”

“Am I?” You knew you were. He stepped close again and adjusted the flower that he’d given you.

“Yes. Very unlike yourself.” He smiled despite the concern on his face. “What’s on your mind?” You hated comparing them, but it was difficult not to. Kung Lao was very much like you in some ways. He avoided serious conversations like the plague and deflected with sarcasm and humor. But Liu didn’t want to avoid the truth. You didn’t want to, either. In the same breath, you were terrified to tell Liu that you’d kissed Kung Lao. You hadn’t been afraid to tell Kung Lao. Why was that? It was eating you up. You were afraid to lose Liu Kang. In a way, you knew Kung Lao better and knew that losing him would be harder to achieve. With Liu Kang it was different. “Really, Y/N. You can talk to me.” You’d said that exact thing to Kung Lao and now here the tables had been turned dramatically. Liu Kang wanted you to be vulnerable with him when that was exactly what seemed to frighten Kung Lao.

You had to say something and maybe this was your biggest worry. Not the kiss, but the rest of it. “I’m worried that maybe I put too much on you.” It was on the list of the three thousand things you needed to say but you hadn’t been sure how to phrase it. Liu Kang was surprised. Well, you’d taken the plunge so, you might as well adjust to the waters. “When I first woke up in the temple, I was sick and scared. I can’t remember much of it except for you. You were there for me. I worry that maybe I attached myself to you a little more than I should have because everything was so beyond my control. And now I’m worried that this has become unhealthy.”

“Do you think that our friendship is unhealthy, Y/N?” Liu didn’t sound accusatory or affronted, but curious. God, he was so understanding. You did not deserve him. Did you really think it was unhealthy though? It hadn’t been you clinging to him. You’d laughed. You’d joked. You’d bonded. Stayed up all night sharing stories. Fell asleep in each other’s arms. He’d held you when you’d been in pain and you had offered him comfort when he’d needed it. You were crazy. What had you been thinking? How did you get that awful thought in your head? Your relationship wasn’t unhealthy. It was beautiful. It was just like you to take something wonderful and ruin it with overthinking.

“No, I don’t think it is.” You sighed, and it felt as though a weight had been dropped from your shoulders. “I don’t. I just… I know that you worry about me, and I don’t want to be a burden to you, Liu Kang. You don’t deserve that. You deserve more than having to worry about someone you met who was going through a difficult time and…”

“Y/N… Y/N, come here.” He gently urged his hands to your arms and pulled you close. Then he gestured to the side of the path. “You’re getting in your own way. Overthinking. Please, come sit with me.” He waited for you to agree, and you did so with a nod. Then he led you to where he had gestured toward. He urged you to take a seat and then sat in front of you, knees just the tiniest gap away from yours. “Close your eyes.” You did. Meditating was not a bad idea. “Take slow and even breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Be aware of your body. Find your balance in your posture.” He took deep breaths with you. His voice was soothing and calm and brought you almost immediate peace. “Feel the crisp and cool air of the wind. The mist of the clouds falling gently upon us.”

You did and while your heart was still racing and your mind was still at war, your body was at least calming a little. Your hands throbbed. Your blood pressure had been through the roof.

“Take the thoughts racing in your head, the confusion and hurt, the fear that comes with it and let it go. Let those thoughts leave you in peace.” His voice grew quieter, again just for you. “Focus on the moment and your breath. Nothing more. Focus on the sound of my voice and think only what you know is the truth. Not what might be.”

He was right. You’d met at a difficult time, but you had been happy when he was there, and he seemed happy too. You came to enjoy Your time together and it was more than trauma and the moment. He wanted to be there for you, and you wanted to be there for him. Your head had gotten so confused and full of pointless, meaningless anxious thoughts that you had forgotten what was true.

You opened your eyes and suddenly felt exhausted. The buzzing in your brain had stopped and the frantic, panicked thoughts had flatlined. Liu was watching you with some concern in his eyes, as if he’d seen the invisible war you were fighting.

“I treasure our friendship, Y/N. I don’t know how you got it into your head that I could be anything but happy to get to know you.”

“You’re right. I was overthinking. I didn’t realize how anxious I’d become. I’m sorry, Liu. Did I hurt you? I’m really, really sorry.”

“Not at all, Y/N. You’ve been through some trauma since we met and more before that. Trauma that you have barely talked about. I know that you aren’t ready to deal with it yet. But I want to be there for you when you do. If you’ll let me.” He smiled softly and you melted. “I didn’t doubt what our friendship has become. I knew the moment you said it that your inner voice was speaking louder than the truth. It happens to the best of us. This has been hard for you. And for me.” He looked up to the low hanging clouds. “I don’t usually worry like this, Y/N. But Raiden doesn’t misspeak, and I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Oh.” Your stomach dropped. You hadn’t been thinking. Raiden had said that in front of all three of you, not just you. That if you didn’t figure this out soon then it would kill you. You hadn’t considered how that would impact him. You hadn’t talked since then, you supposed. You hadn’t had the chance. He’d kissed you and begged you to stay in bed with him that morning and you hadn’t. Then Raiden had read your vision and announced you wouldn’t survive the shadow hanging over you. It felt like a lifetime ago. How insensitive of you. A shiver went up your spine.

He urged his hand to your cheek and forced your gaze back to him. “We have to find these artifacts and hope they unlock some secret that might help you. I won’t lose you without a fight.”

“Liu.” You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to offer him encouragement, but you had avoided thinking about the harsh reality. Liu Kang and Kung Lao’s affections suddenly seemed far less complicated when put into perspective. You had to be more active in your choice, less letting them kiss you and more deciding who to kiss. He got onto his knees and leaned to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Then he stood up and offered you his hand.

“Come on. We have work to do.” He looked weary. You couldn’t blame him. You’d been a handful today. You got to your feet with his help. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Very much so. Thank you, Liu. I needed that.” You offered his hand a squeeze and held onto it. “Japan had me really mixed up. I needed clarity but instead I fed the buzzing thoughts of anxiety.”

“Being with Kung Lao for extended periods of time is enough to make anyone need to take a breath.” He smiled and you laughed, grateful for his levity. “You’ll be okay. We all will. Come.”

You walked together, hand in hand. Meditating even for that short moment had helped you silence the anxious inner voice. Kung Lao had unwittingly fed the inner voice and you had let it happen. You were frustrated with yourself still and it bubbled just beneath the surface, but you were coming to terms with the things that truly mattered and didn’t. You had no idea what would happen next, but you were not alone. You were grateful to have both Kung Lao and Liu Kang and no matter where you wound up, you were thankful.

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all-hail-the-witcher · 3 years

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undying love

because @officerjennie called the vet yesterday

ship: geralt/jaskier/eskel, modern

warnings: not sexy nakedness, not sexual belly rubs, baths, vomit/vomiting (not incredibly descriptive), brief negative self talk, brief negative body image, soft/fat eskel, trans eskel, nb geralt

words: 3.1k

editing: yes

genre: somft comfort

Eskel tumbled through the door of the apartment, a hand pressed to his large stomach and his eyes squeezed shut. It was plain dumb luck that he didn't trip over Geralt’s shoes. For such an organized person, Eskel could never understand why they couldn't put them away.

Eskel always put his shoes away, in their appropriate bin, but today the thought of bending over made him sway on his feet and he leaned heavily against the door frame for support, gasping for breath. He didn't have the energy to call out. Hopefully one of his partners would hear his labored breathing and come to his rescue.

“Geralt? Did you- oh Eskel, darling, what is it? What’s happened?”

Jaskier’s hands were on him almost immediately, feeling his forehead stroking his back. Eskel leaned into the touch, happy for the brief bit of relief from the intense pain in his stomach.

“Sick,” he managed to mutter. “I gathered that, darling,” Jaskier whispered fondly. “Tell me what hurts.”

“Stomach,” Eskel whimpered as another wave of discomfort hit, this time causing bile to rise in his throat. “Think I ate something bad.”

“Alright darling,” Jaskier soothed, never stopping rubbing Eskel’s back. “Let’s move you to the bathroom then, in case you get sick. Can you manage that?”

Eskel hesitated. He had barely been able to make it up to their apartment. He didn’t know how much further his shaky legs could carry him. And there was no way that Jaskier would be able to carry him.

“Okay, that’s alright,” Jaskier said, taking Eskel’s silence as he didn't want to move. “We can wait here for Geralt to come back from the store and then they can help you to the bathroom, they should be back any moment now.”

Eskel nodded, pressing his hand further into his stomach as he swallowed hard. “Jask…”

“Okay, okay,” Jaskier said, kissing his sweaty forehead. “I’m just going to grab you a bag, wait right there for me, darling.”

But as soon as Jaskier left, Eskel unraveled. It was as if Jaskier’s had been the only thing holding him together.

At least he had had the presence of mind to not get sick all over their shoes.

“Eskel, darling, it’s okay,” Jaskier said, his voice coming closer to him. He put his arm around Eskel again, resuming rubbing gentle circles into his back.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Eskel choked out, shuddering when his stomach cramped tightly.

“It’s alright,” Jaskier reassured him. “Do you think you’re going to be sick again?”

Eskel took a deep breath and waited a moment before shaking his head. Despite the pain still in his stomach, he felt loads better and could actually bear to open his eyes.

“There you are, darling,” Jaskier muttered, offering Eskel a smile and wiping at his mouth and chin gently with a damp paper towel. “Could you have a sip of water for me?” He held out a glass.

“Yeah.” His voice grated against his throat as he reached for the glass. Jaskier kept a steadying hand on it as he brought it to his lips, taking slow sips.

And that was how Geralt found them, their arms laden with groceries as they walked into the apartment and took in the scene quite literally at their feet: Eskel, covered in his own sick, standing shakily with Jaskier’s arm wrapped around his back as he carefully downed a glass of water.

Eskel could feel the moment Geralt switched into paramedic mode. They set down the groceries a safe distance from the pool of sick on the floor and walked over to Eskel and Jaskier, calmly placing their hand on Eskel’s forehead, just as Jaskier had done.

“I’m fine,” Eskel mumbled unencouragingly as he held his stomach tighter. “Think I just ate something bad.”

“Hmm,” Geralt removed their hand from his forehead and placed two fingers on the pulse point in Eskel’s neck, looking at their watch. When they finished they nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at Jaskier, raising an eyebrow.

“He came in and was very shaky and holding his stomach,” Jaskier said, tightening his hold on Eskel slightly as if to say: Everything’s going to be fine, Geralt’s just doing their job. Eskel knew this, but the reassurance still helped. He got panicky sometimes when Geralt went into paramedic mode.

“No fever?” Geralt asked, moving to look into Eskel’s eyes.

“No,” Jaskier confirmed. “I stood with him for a moment and then he threw up once, about five minutes ago, and then I got him some water.”

Geralt nodded in approval, but frowned when they saw Eskel’s arm still clutching at his stomach. “Do you still feel sick?”

“No,” Eskel said, repeating what he had told Jaskier. “I feel better, actually. My stomach just really hurts.”

“Hmm.” They knelt down, not minding the sick still on the floor and gently pulled Eskel’s arm away from his stomach before placing their own hands there gently. The largeness of Eskel's stomach dwarfed Geralt's hands as they worked.

Eskel hissed as Geralt prodded at his stomach, clearly trying to be as gentle as possible, but their sharp movements were not helping.

“It’s alright,” Jaskier muttered next to him, kissing his temple lightly and moving his hand up and down Eskel’s back. “They’ll be done in a moment.”

True to Jaskier’s word, Geralt pulled their hands away a moment later and stood up.

“What’s the verdict, Doctor?” Jaskier asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

Geralt ficked Jaskier’s shoulder, earning a soft ow that made Eskel smile, before looking to Eskel.

“Looks like mild food poisoning or a stomach flu,” They said. “The cramping should go away soon.”

Eskel nodded. He could live with that. Especially when he had two partners to take care of him. His shoulders sagged in relief, there was nothing out of the ordinary wrong with him.

“We should get you cleaned up, darling,” Jaskier said, looking at Geralt. “Would you help him to the bathroom?”

Geralt nodded, eyeing the way that Eskel was still clinging to Jaskier in order to stay upright. Eskel opened his mouth to say that he could walk when suddenly Geralt was gently sliding an arm under his knees and lifting him up.

Eskel squirmed in their arms. “I’m getting my sick all over you,” he protested. He had long since given up protesting that he was too heavy for Geralt to carry. Mostly because Geralt had once told him that they had started working out years ago, when the three of them had gotten together, in order to be able to lift both him and Jaskier at once.

“I’ve had worse,” Geralt reassured him.

Jaskier placed a lingering hand on Eskel’s cheek. “I’m going to clean up and put away the groceries, I’ll be in soon, alright darling? Geralt’s going to take good care of you in the meantime.”

He pressed a light kiss to Eskel’s nose and Geralt whined above him until Jaskier laughed and kissed their cheek as well, before heading to the kitchen

Geralt carried him down the hall to the bathroom, slowly, so as to not aggravate his stomach more, and carefully set him on the closed toilet seat.

“Do you think you’re going to be sick again?” Geralt asked, keeping a steadying, supportive hand on Eskel’s shoulder.

Eskel shook his head.

Geralt seemed satisfied by his answer and moved on to their next question. “Can you get undressed by yourself?”

“I think,” Eskel said, looking down at the work clothes that he was still in, now covered in his own sick. It shouldn't be too difficult to get his shirt off, although he might have trouble bending over.

“Let me know if you need help,” Geralt said, squeezing Eskel’s shoulder before rummaging around under the sink in the bin of various bath products that Jaskier kept.

Eskel clumsily unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off. He managed to undo his belt and the buttons on his pants before another cramp hit that made it excruciating to bend over. He let out an involuntary whimper.

Geralt was there in a second, calmly taking the soiled clothes from Eskel’s hands and tossing them in the sink before gently tugging off his pants, underwear and socks. They pulled off their own clothes quickly and offered Eskel a hand to stand up before guiding him to the shower.

Jaskier had absolutely insisted that their apartment have a huge bathroom because he loved taking baths and sometimes forcing his partners to join him as well. Geralt and Eskel hadn’t really cared either way and had gone along with it. They mostly just used the shower and ignored the giant bathtub, but based on the various products Geralt had taken out, Eskel had a feeling that he was the one who was going to be pampered today instead of Jaskier.

Still, the shower was plenty big enough for the two of them and Geralt let Eskel lean against them, keeping one of their hands wrapped around Eskel’s chest to keep him upright as they turned on the water.

Geralt washed away the sick that had still been stubbornly clinging to Eskel’s skin, making sure to get it all off before turning off the water and guiding him over to the tub, which was already filling.

“Do you need help getting in?” Geralt asked.

The sides of the tub were high and Eskel’s balance was still off. He hated to ask for help doing something so simple, but he knew that Geralt wouldn’t care. Still, the thought of being so helpless made him feel incredibly useless.

“If you don't mind?”

Geralt smiled one of their rare smiles before first pulling Eskel into a tight hug, their wet bodies clinging to each other as Geralt engulfed Eskel in their secure embrace. Geralt kissed away the water droplets on Eskel’s forehead and Eskel sighed at the pleasant pressure of Geralt’s own muscled stomach pressing against his large, soft one, dulling the aches and pains there for the time being.

“You never have to feel bad for asking for help,” Geralt whispered, their professional, paramedic voice gone and replaced with the soft, loving one that they reserved for their partners. “You’re sick, let Jaskier and I take care of you.”

“Okay,” Eskel whispered into Geralt’s neck.

Geralt pulled away and stepped into the tub, keeping a firm hand on Eskel the entire time. Then they offered their arm to Eskel, keeping their other one wrapped around him as he stepped in slowly, ready to take his weight if he fell.

Geralt helped Eskel sit, back against the side of the half-filled tub, as they began to futz with Jaskier’s bath serums and salts and god knew what else.

Eskel let his eyes slip closed as the water lapped around him, already feeling heavenly against his sore stomach. Soon, the steam was filled with the faint scent of lavender and chamomile. The jets, another thing that Jaskier insisted that they have, were flicked on behind him and only then did he feel Geralt settle next to him, tugging at Eskel’s shoulders until he was leaning against their chest.

Geralt gently tugged Eskel’s arm away from his large stomach and settled their own hands there. But while their earlier examination of Eskel’s stomach had been clinical and painful, their hands now were light and gentle, massaging away the cramps that were still plaguing him.

Eskel sighed into the touch. He loved getting his stomach rubbed, but was often too shy to ask for it, even from his partners. He knew that Geralt and Jaskier didn’t mind that he was on the larger side and they never shied away from showing his body love, but he was always hesitant about asking.

But this...this was heavenly. Geralt’s fingers seemed to anticipate each cramp and ache, massaging them away with ease as their fingers moved over his skin with delicacy in the manner of someone who had spent years memorizing his body. They glided over his skin under the sweet smelling water, occasionally scratching gently at the hair that grew on his stomach, and traced over his numerous stretch marks, never judging him, just loving and caring for his body.

Eskel whimpered as Geralt’s fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot above his hip.

“You like this, don’t you?” Geralt muttered, their voice vibrating against Eskel’s back.

“Mmmhm.” It was the only sound that Eskel could make, too overcome by the bliss that was Geralt massaging away his pain.

“You don’t have to be in pain for us to rub your stomach,” Geralt whispered, one of their hands coming to cup Eskel’s stomach protectively as the other continued rubbing at the sensitive spot on his side. “It’s a very nice stomach.”

Eskel snorted at Geralt’s awkward compliment.

“It is ,” Geralt muttered crossly. “I think it’s big enough for both Jaskier and I to rub at once, actually."

And if that thought didn't reduce Eskel to a puddle.

“But the point is that you can ask for these things,” Geralt continued. “We’re your partners, we want to make you feel happy and loved.”

“I know,” Eskel whispered, finally finding his words. “I’ll remember for next time.”

“Hmm,” Geralt hummed in satisfaction, never stopping their fingers from rubbing away Eskel’s pain. The cramps were coming less frequently now, but the dull ache was still there.

He didn't want Geralt to stop.

That was how Jaskier found them: Eskel, leaning against Geralt’s chest, half asleep and getting his stomach rubbed.

“Oh my poor darling,” Jaskier whispered, kneeling down next to the tub and turning off the water before kissing the top of Eskel’s head. “Are you feeling any better?”

Eskel nodded.

“I bet you’re both glad that I insisted we get a place with a big tub now, hm?” Jaskier asked smugly.

Eskel didn't need to have his eyes open to know that Geralt was glaring at him.

A sharp cramp went through the left side of Eskel’s stomach right at that moment and he gasped, sitting up and away from Geralt as he felt his stomach begin to clench.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Jaskier muttered, shoving something under Eskel’s chin. “Let it out.”

Geralt rubbed his back as he began to heave, the familiar feeling of bile scorching his throat making him wince, but nothing else came out.

“It’s alright, it’s okay.” Jaskier pushed his wet hair away from his face, muttering soothing words until Eskel’s heaving stopped and he settled back against Geralt, his stomach aching.

Geralt’s hands were immediately back on his stomach, soothing away the ache just as they had been before and Eskel sighed.

Jaskier ran a hand through his wet hair. “Would you like me to wash your hair for you, darling?”

Eskel nodded. Anything to take his mind off of the ache in his stomach. He thought he had been done throwing up. He didn't think he could deal with the painful ache again.

There was the sound of Jaskier gathering bottles and then something sweet and citrusy smelling was being rubbed into his hair, the scent quickly overpowering any lingering stench of sickness.

Jaskier’s fingers massaged at his scalp, another one of his weak spots, although this was one that his partners knew about. But between Geralt’s hands rubbing his stomach and Jaskier’s hands scratching gently at his scalp, Eskel thought that it was possible that he had achieved pure bliss.

He just wished that he wasn't sick. That way he would have been able to appreciate it properly.

Jaskier washed the soap from his hair gently, using a cup that he filled with water and holding his hand just so so that none of the bubbles got into his eyes. Then there was another burst of citrus as Jaskier rubbed conditioner through Eskel’s hair.

Eskel usually skipped this step in his own shower routine, mostly out of pure laziness, but Jaskier loved it when his hair was shiny and smooth. He focused on the feeling of Jaskier carefully detangling his hair as he raked his fingers through the soap-coated strands.

“Your hair is going to be so soft, darling,” Jaskier whispered as he rinsed out the conditioner. “I’ll even dry it for you if you want.”

Another thing that Eskel never did for himself. But he had to admit that the thought of going to bed right now with his hair wet did not sound fun.

“Please?” he asked quietly.

“Of course, darling,” Jaskier said. “Are you ready to get out?”

Eskel hesitated. The water had grown slightly cold, but he didn't want Geralt to stop rubbing his stomach. He knew it was stupid, but he thought that if Geralt could see his stomach, they wouldn’t want to give it the same love and attention because it was too large. Right now it was hidden by the bath water, and he knew that Geralt and Jaskier had seen it before, even used it as a pillow from time to time, but that was different than caressing and rubbing it. They might not want to.

“I can rub your stomach more when we get out,” Geralt whispered, as if reading Eskel’s thoughts.

“Promise?” Eskel couldn't help the small, desperate word that escaped his lips.

“Of course.” Geralt sealed their promise with a wet kiss to Eskel’s neck.

Jaskier flicked the drain and the sweet scented bubbled started to recede.

Geralt shifted, preparing to stand as they hooked their arms under Eskel’s armpits. “Can you get your legs under you?” They whispered.

Eskel tried, bending his knees and planting his feet on the bottom of the tub, but the action made his stomach cramp horribly and he whined in discomfort.

“It’s alright darling,” Jaskier whispered. “Just a moment longer and then you can rest again.”

True to Jaskier’s word, Geralt stood the both of them up not a moment later and the ache in Eskel’s stomach lessened once he was standing again

Geralt and Jaskier helped him out of the tub and dried him off before helping him into a pair of underwear and one of his softest t-shirts.

True to Jaskier’s word, he brushed out Eskel’s hair and dried it while Geralt got dressed and cleaned up the bathroom. The warm air from the hair dryer was pleasant, and Eskel was almost sad when Jaskier turned it off.

But then Geralt was scooping him up again and carrying him to their bed, sliding him under the covers gently. Geralt curled up against his right side and Jaskier settled on his left.

Eskel was nearly asleep. The bath had been soothing, as well as his partners’ caretaking, and he had nearly tired himself out. So he didn't catch the brief words that Geralt and Jaskier exchanged over him.

But he felt both of their hands slide under his shirt and rub at his stomach in the same way that Geralt had been doing earlier.

Eskel gasped in surprise, not expecting his partners to be so forthcoming in this, but they continued all the same, rubbing away his aches and pains until they were nothing more than a memory.

Geralt ran their other hand along Eskel’s thigh as well, massaging the soft skin there with the heel of their hand. Jaskier let his other hand drift up further under Eskel’s shirt, rubbing the soft padding covering his ribs and chest, giving his top surgery scars a little extra attention before working his way back down.

“You don’t-” Eskel gasped, too overcome by the love that his partners were showing him. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh darling,” Jaskier murmured, his breath tickling the hair on Eskel’s stomach as he kissed gently across his fading aches. “We want to.”

Eskel thought he felt tears prick in his eyes as Geralt’s lips joined Jaskier’s, pressing gentle kisses into his stomach. He drifted off, surrounded by his two partners and their undying love for him.

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chloelucia13 · 3 years

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Chapter 17: The Flayed

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Henderson!reader

Prompt: You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: After what had occurred the night before, everyone was on edge. However, when everyone is grouped back together to combat this monster that was once thought to be gone, things take a dark turn.

Warnings: more angst bc what else do you expect from me, the tiniest bit of fluff if you squint, language, violence, gore, descriptions of possession

Word Count: 2441

A/N: We're getting close to the end of season 3!!! I've got a lot of ideas planned for the finale, and I've also been thinking about maybe posting some filler drabbles for the story while we wait for season 4! Let me hear your opinions and head canons, and as always, my taglists and requests are open!

Tags: @just-my-fandom @nightbu-g

The cold concrete of the warehouse made your skin sting, nipping at the exposed flesh despite the nearly-impermeable humidity that blanketed the air.

You couldn’t force yourself to move, staring idly at the mind flayer that laid just feet from you as you thought of what occurred between you and Jonathan earlier in the night.

You knew it was wrong, it was stupid and impulsive and damaging. And it wasn’t you. If you were in your right mind, you never would’ve even gotten close to kissing him. You would’ve never betrayed Nancy.

Maybe it was a good thing that the creature took over when it did. If it didn’t, you truly couldn’t imagine what else would have taken place.

The creature lifted its head slightly as you thought of it, reminiscent of a dog that heard the crinkling of a wrapper. A mutant, rotting dog that made you nauseous whenever you looked at it. But now, staring at it was the only thing that kept you grounded, keeping you in the horrifying reality that you were unfortunately living in.

It was moments like these, your mind caught in a loop of morbid curiosity, that you wished you had El’s powers. The ability to look into people’s lives without anyone else being aware of it. You just wanted, for a moment, to check on Jonathan and make sure he was okay. Though, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to stay away to keep him safe or if you wanted to keep yourself safe.

As the creature settled back onto the ground, you let out a huff and silently cursed yourself for getting into this situation (well, whatever this situation was).

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“Are you positive?” Nancy questioned, everyone eyeing Jonathan worriedly.

After coming to the conclusion that Billy’s surge of power was linked with what Nancy saw happen to Mrs. Driscoll that same night, Jonathan had realized that what happened with you also fell into that same time period and also sounded extremely similar. He debated bringing it up at all, but knowing that this put so many people at risk, he spoke about it.

He explained to everyone what happened with you last night (minus the kiss, for obvious reasons), claiming that you seemed normal until you just... weren’t. He also noted the black veins that were present on Billy and Mrs. Driscoll as well, another thing that held many similarities to Will’s case last year.

“Yes, I’m positive,” Jonathan responded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Did she feel cold?” Mike asked, his brows furrowing.

Jonathan froze for a moment, panicking at the question’s possible insinuation. He thought back to the night before, feeling your lips against his and the gentle touch of your fingers on the back of his neck. He didn’t remember you feeling cold, but at the same time, he wasn’t really focused on the temperature of your skin when it was pressed on his.

He shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know. Like I said, she seemed normal. And she was wearing a sweater and jeans, too.”

This made Max look at his confusedly. “Why would she be wearing a sweater and jeans in the middle of summer?” she pondered. “Especially if she’s one of the flayed, she’d want to stay as cool as possible.”

Nancy gnawed on her bottom lip as she thought. “She knows how we got the mind flayer out of Will,” Nancy began. “Do you think... She’s trying to sweat it out?”

Again, Jonathan shrugged. “Whatever it is, we need to find her and get this thing out of her. Out of all of them.”

***

The search for you, Billy, and Heather had led the group to the Holloway house. After walking through the hallway and into the kitchen, they stumbled upon a slew of cleaning products and other chemicals scattered along the surfaces, the containers crushed as if they were emptied hastily.

As everyone discussed the possibility of the flayed consuming these chemicals to make a new substance within themselves, Jonathan’s mind once again wandered back to the previous night. There was no way that the same Y/N who ate ice cream with him less than 24 hours ago had also ingested copious amounts of cleaning products. It just didn’t make sense to him.

He didn’t have much time to think about it, though, as Nancy led the group through the dining room and into the living room. She glanced at the wine bottle that was discarded on the floor before kneeling down in front of a puddle of a red substance. “Blood,” she whispered, glancing over at Jonathan when he knelt beside her. “Yesterday, Tom had a bandage on his forehead.”

As Jonathan watched Nancy slowly pick up the blood-stained wine bottle, he was struggling to wrap his mind around the fact that you hurt someone, or at least assisted someone in doing so.

“He was attacked,” Nancy continued. Nancy began to walk, following the trail of drag marks and disturbed rugs that led to the garage where a pile of rope laid. “They must have tied them. They must have taken them somewhere.” Nancy stood silently, thinking for a moment. Mrs. Driscoll, she kept saying ‘I have to go back.’ What if the flaying, it’s taking place somewhere else. There must be a place where this all started, right? A source.”

“Somewhere he didn’t want me to see,” El added.

“If we can find the source, then maybe we can stop them. Or at least stop it from spreading, or whatever the hell they’re doing with those chemicals.”

“How do we find it?”

“Mrs. Driscoll,” Will spoke. “If she wants to go back so badly, why don’t we let her?”

“Okay, but this doesn’t make sense,” Jonathan argued, unable to pull his eyes from the rope that laid at his feet. “Y/N wouldn’t be able to hurt someone, let alone tie them up and drag them god-knows-where.”

“Jonathan, this isn’t Y/N,” Nancy argued.

He huffed. “Last night, when she changed, I tried to stop her from leaving because I was worried. I-I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I needed to help her, so I grabbed her arm.” He gulped. “She begged me to let her go. She said that she didn’t want to hurt me.”

A silence fell over the whole group as his words sunk in.

“Maybe she can control herself around you. But around other people, she can’t keep the flayer from taking over,” Nancy spoke finally, reaching out and touching his shoulder. “But you’re her weakness. And that’s gonna help us a lot.”

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Silently watching Mrs. Driscoll’s body melt and condense into a meaty mush made you want to retch, but your body stood stock still as the lump inched from the room and down into the pipes. Once the mass disappeared from sight, you wandered out of the room, down the hall, and out into the stairwell, aimlessly walking down the stairs to pass time as you waited for whatever task the mind flayer would assign you next.

For once, you wish you were working at the pool, boiling under the scorching July sun. At least you’d have something to do.

Those thoughts left as soon as they came, however, when that strong fog began to flood your mind, your body switching onto autopilot as your feet led you onto the second floor.

A sharp pain stabbed through the right side of your head as you were about to turn the corner, doubling over in pain and clutching your head as you heard quick footsteps coming down the stairs. Immediately, you straightened up and jogged down the hallway, grabbing a pair of scissors from a nurse’s station before rushing into the wing of the hospital that was under construction and slipping into a room.

You heard the heavy footfalls sprint past your door, followed by another flayed that stalked slowly behind them. You stepped out of the room and walked beside him, tightly clutching the pair of scissors in your hand as the lights flickered around you.

The man beside you led you both over to a locked door, two voices echoing through the door. You nodded your head at the door and he slammed his fist through the glass, screams sounding from the two within the room as he peeked his head in before undoing the lock. As he pulled the door open, you stepped inside, a sinister grin on your face.

But that grin immediately fell when you saw who exactly was behind the door.

The man pushed past you, disregarding your clear shock as he threatened Nancy in a sing-song voice. Jonathan, who clearly was also reeling with shock but shoved it down, stepped forward and pulled his fist back, ready to attack the man. the man’s hand shot out and grabbed onto Jonathan’s neck, choking Jonathan and shoving Nancy away with his free hand.

The flayer’s control faded from your mind and you took advantage of it, hurrying over to Nancy and trying to help her up. “Y/N?” she coughed out, her eyes wide with fear.

“You have to go,” you forced out, using as much strength as you could muster to pull her to her feet while also fighting to keep your consciousness.

Behind you, you heard a groan of pain coming from Jonathan, and you and Nancy turned to look just in time to see the man slam a metal stool down on Jonathan’s back.

Nancy finally got onto her feet and you threw your scissors to the ground when you felt the flayer’s control slowly start to seep back into you. Through blurry vision, you watched Nancy take the scissors you discarded and embed them into the back of the man.

You and the man hunched over, and you let out a groan of pain as he pulled the scissors from his back. The man cursed at her, quickly regaining his composure and stalking over to her.

“Run!” you and Jonathan screamed at her, and you waited until she had led the man out of the room to go run over to Jonathan and help him.

"Jonathan,” you whispered, crouching down next to him and gently resting your hand on his back. “Are you okay?”

He gasped in pain, turning his head to look up at you. “What’s going on? How are you-” he began before you shook your head.

“I don’t know. Come on, let’s get you up.” You pulled the stool over to him and he gripped onto it, lifting his upper half up with all his might.

Moments later, the stool fell from his grip, Tom menacingly grinning down at the two of you. “Where are you going?” he hummed, nudging you to the side so he could pick Jonathan up by his shirt.

“Let him go!” you screeched, stumbling to your feet.

Tom held Jonathan by the collar of his shirt, locking eyes with him before glancing back at you. “Let him go? Sure.” He picked Jonathan up and threw him into the lockers, Jonathan’s body falling to the linoleum floor a moment later. Tom picked him up once more and threw his body into a cart, letting his body crumple to the ground.

You watched in horror as Jonathan crawled along the floor towards the pair of scissors, your whole body exhausted from all the strength it was taking to keep the monster at bay. Tom knelt beside Jonathan and grabbing him by the hair, lifting his face from the ground before slamming it down.

Once Jonathan finally fell unconscious, if only for a few moments, Tom grabbed the scissors and lifted them over his head.

“I’m in control of you! Stop!” you screamed, allowing the creature to take hold, black veins snaking up your face and arms. “Leave him alone.”

Tom turned to you, the scissors still held above his head. Tears streaked down your face as you glanced down at Jonathan, your vision slowly going dark.

However, before the creature fully took hold, a harsh pain cracked across your face, making you cry out in pain. You clutched your nose and watched Tom stumble away, only for the two of you to be tossed around by another strong force.

Jonathan and Tom both scrambled to their feet, the scissors held tightly in Jonathan’s hand. Jonathan hesitated though, looking down at you on the floor. He had realized that whatever happened to one of the flayed was felt by all of them, and that meant that whatever he did to Tom, you would feel as well.

“Do it,” you gasped out, rising to your feet with the gracefulness of a newborn fawn.

“I don’t want to hurt-” Jonathan stuttered.

“Do it!” you screamed.

Tom lunged at him, and Jonathan plunged the scissors into Tom’s throat. Both you and Tom let out a ghastly gasp/moan of pain as you collapsed onto the floor.

As the lights continued to flicker overhead, Jonathan rushed over to you and turned you onto your back, clutching you in his arms.

Your eyes searched his, both of your chests heaving with ragged pants while you both silently communicated to each other.

“You need to go, I can’t control it anymore,” you choked out before rolling out of his arms and crawled over to Tom’s body. The two of you silently watched as Tom’s body began to convulse and turn to that all-too-familiar mush (well, familiar to you, at least). Jonathan let out a gasp of horror, though his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion when your body didn’t do the same.

He realized then that his theory was right. You were different than all of the other flayers. On one hand, he was relieved because he knew it was truly you. On the other hand, though, it horrified him that it was you who committed all of these horrible acts. That, and the fact that you somehow had control over these creatures truly made his skin crawl.

He realized he didn’t have much time to dwell on it because the strange mush of blood and meat and bones slowly began to inch out of the room the same time that your eyes fluttered closed. He contemplated staying to check on you, but decided against it after a moment, instead following behind the disgusting mass.

A strange sense of calm washed over him when he saw Nancy standing at the other end of the hallway, following her own strange substance. Silently, the two masses led the two teens down the hallway, joining together in the middle and morphing into something even more sinister.

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fnf-brain-rot · 3 years

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[Whitty x Boyfriend]

Chapter 5 - Let's just chill!

Boyfriend awoke with a bit of an issue in the.. south region..

He groaned, putting a hand on his head before sitting up. It hurt too. He was about to handle it when he felt a presence to the side of him.

Whitty was just standing there..

Staring..

The blue haired male screamed and threw himself off the other side of the bed, which only made Whitty blink and lean over to look. "Sorry I startled you." He called to him. Boyfriend could only see the swirls in his vision. He eventually got up, pulling himself back onto his bed, also bringing his comforter back up as well. "Whitty, how long have you been standing there?"

"Mmh... Most of the night."

"Wh-MOST-"

Boyfriend threw his hands up in exasperation. "Did you SLEEP??" In response to his question, Whitty shook his head. "I told you I don't really need to." Boyfriend grimaced in his direction, making a small sound of discomfort to himself, then sighed heavily. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I thought you were having a nightmare." Whitty admitted softly. Boyfriend's cheeks began to heat up as he spoke. "It sounded like you were calling my name.. Was I.. doing something bad to you?" Whitty seemed hesitant to ask, gently pulling on the large shirt he was given.

"No no no! You didn't do anything bad! I uh.. It was uh.." Boyfriend bit his knuckle. Well he certainly couldn't say what was actually happening, but he was such a bad liar. "It was a recap of our day out.. yesterday!" He blurted out. Whitty blinked. He did something bad yesterday. Bee says it wasn't directed towards him, but he was still weary of him thinking about it. "How about you go wait in the living room? I'll make us some breakfast, yeah?" Boyfriend offered, and Whitty nodded, turning around to leave the room, of course, obliviously leaving the door open. Boyfriend let out a gentle sigh and got up to close it, then deal with his issue. Shouldn't take too long..

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Whitty sat down on the couch, nervously fiddling with his fingers as he stared at the blank tv. He couldn't have left a bad impression right? Of course not, if he didn't like him, he certainly wouldn't invite him over, and cuddle with him. Cuddling.. was nice. It would be nice to do that right now. He decided to figure out the tv, picking up the remote and mashing a random button. He pressed damn there every button on the device before actually getting to the power button, and he couldn't help but jump when he heard the tv turn on.

He wasn't sure if he was ready to meet Dearest's daughter today. At least it was only her, and from what he knew, she knew nothing about him other than when they first met. Does she even know she's meeting the same guy? She looked pretty scared of him. Whitty squirmed in discomfort at the thought. What if she knew about him and her dad? What if she didn't like him? What if she rats him out? His head swirled with worst case scenarios, and he couldn't help but stress about it. Boyfriend exited his room about five minutes later. Whitty could hear the bare feet slap against the wooden hallway floor. "Whitty? Whitty, what's wrong?" The blue haired male rushed to the couch. Whitty hadn't realized he had started crying, clutching his head in his hands like he felt a pain too great to bare.

Boyfriend hopped onto the furniture beside him, gently hugging his head against his chest. "I'm sorry, did I upset you? I promise you didn't do anything bad." He mumbled softly. Whitty shook his head. "I'm just.. nervous." Boyfriend parted a bit, looking down at the bomb with a slightly confused expression. "Nervous? About what?"

"Meeting her."

Boyfriend understood. She did talk about how scary and dangerous he seemed. He didn't exactly specify that it was Whitty he was talking to. There is a chance she could freak out when she sees him. Maybe Boyfriend hadn't thought this all the way through..

"How about we eat breakfast? It's hard to think on an empty stomach." He hugged onto Whitty again, gently rubbing his back. Whitty quickly began to relax. No one had ever done this with him before, and it was really affective. He really liked it. "Can we do that thing first? The cuddle?" Whitty asked softly, and Boyfriend grinned. "Of course we can, Whits." He got down, then climbed into Whitty's lap, but he faced him this time, wiping away his tears, just like he did under the tree. Whitty couldn't help but smile a little, wrapping his arms around Boyfriend in a slightly tighter squeeze than the first time. He felt warm..

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Boyfriend had decided to make waffles, oatmeal, grits, scrambled eggs, fried eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, anything he could honestly find in his kitchen to make a big enough meal for someone who eats so much so fast. He himself was contempt with eating two waffles and some eggs, while Whitty, of course, ate everything else. "Dude, where does it all go?" Bee then asked, receiving a simple "hm?" from Whitty across from him. "Like.. You eat so much, but it's like it literally melts right off of you." Whitty shrugged. "It kinda does.. I digest food faster than normal humans." He explained softly. He picked up his dirty dishes and put them in the sink, with instruction, and did the same with Boyfriend's dishware. "Aww you don't have to clean up after us every time." Boyfriend laughed, sitting up and stretching before standing out of his seat. "I like to. I like to think it shows.. my appreciation for you feeding me." Whitty responded in a soft tone. Of course he didn't really know how to DO dishes, just put them in the sink. Boyfriend would deal with that pile later.

"Come on, let's get ready to go. I have a whole day planned for us." Boyfriend bounced on his toes before rushing back to his room to change. Whitty sighed softly. He didn't know how to use the dryer..

Boyfriend was quick to throw on his usual baggy jeans, white shirt, and his cap. He could barely contain his excitement, he was running back and forth in the hall, of course grabbing his mic and pocketing it for good measure. Whitty had crouched down in front of the dryer, staring intensely at it. "My clothes are trapped." He whined softly. Boyfriend came out from behind him, and couldn't help but laugh. "This is the handle to pull it open." He pulled it, and Whitty let out a sound of relief. His clothes were free!!

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"I'm gonna miss this carpet."

"We're gonna come back dummy."

Whitty blinked. He hadn't thought of returning to his house, he thought he was only letting him stay one night..

Boyfriend was sneaky in managing to get him to stay. He secretly applauded himself. He then smiled up at Whitty, gently grabbing his hand. "Let's get going!"

He decided to take Whitty to all his favorite spots. There was a burger joint he and Pico occasionally hung out at, and Whitty was totally down to eat again, so they went.

"Yeah, all the good stuff happens at night, so that's when we go see Gigi." Boyfriend explained with his mouth full, and Whitty nodded to show he was listening. "Oh crap, I forgot! I'm battling her mom tonight! I don't really know where though, they were gonna come pick me up." Boyfriend put a hand on his head and threw it back in distress. "Does this mean I won't meet.. Gigi?" Whitty questioned him. Boyfriend shook his head. "I guess we'll just have to wait until after. Her mom is sneaky as hell, who knows where she is at any time." He shuddered. That lady genuinely scares him.

Next up was the mall.

Whitty was hesitant to go into such a crowded area, but Boyfriend led him through the door in the back way. There were way less people coming through there, so he wouldn't have to worry about being spotted. As they entered, though, Whitty got this weird feeling.. Like they were being watched. He looked around the clothing section they were in. It was quiet back there too, save for the gentle music playing from the speakers in the ceiling. "Ooh! We should shop clothes for you!" Boyfriend then suggested. "But.. I won't be able to carry them with me everywhere.." Whitty objected, holding his hands up nervously. "You won't carry them everywhere. They'll be at my place." Boyfriend pointed his thumb at his own chest proudly.

He really did trick him into moving in, didn't he?

"The only money I get is from the collabs I've been doing so far, so until I get rich and famous, you can get one more outfit and a pair of shoes." Whitty hummed uncomfortably. Now he was taking more money from him, great. "Hey, I'm offering. Now go pick out what you like." Boyfriend smacked Whitty's leg at the knee cap gently, and Whitty quickly held it, puffing his cheeks. "Fineeee, I'll go pick out something.." He huffed reluctantly, but proceeded to look at some shirts and pants and such.

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The two walked out of the mall with one bag, and Boyfriend was holding a box, which had his new shoes in it. "Thanks.. for getting me new clothes. I'm sorry to spend your money." Whitty mumbled shamefully, and Boyfriend huffed at him. "I told you, I don't mind. I want you to be comfortable since it's obvious you've never relaxed a day in your life." Bee grunted in response, nudging his leg as they walked. Whitty laughed nervously, looking behind them. He swore up and down he felt like someone was following them..

"Where to next?" Boyfriend thought out loud, mostly to himself. It was already one in the afternoon, they only had about three hours left until they were coming to pick him up. They decided to go back to the house. Whitty felt uncomfortable being out in the open for so long. "You're sure you didn't tell anyone you were talking to me?" The bomb asked, taking his shoes off inside the house. "Yes, Whitty. I haven't mentioned your name to anyone. If anything I addressed you as 'the guy I battled last week' to Pico. Why?" Whitty shook his head, stepping onto the carpet, then relaxing all over again. It was just so soft-

"Whitty?" Boyfriend turned to look at him. Whitty sighed under his breath, then sat up. "I.. felt like someone was following us. All day. It just feels ironic that I'm supposedly meeting someone-a friend of yours-today." He muttered. Boyfriend stared at him for a moment. "You don't think.. You're not thinking I set you up, are you?" He asked hesitantly, putting a hand to his own chest. Whitty didn't answer right away. He curled up into a ball in his spot, the possibilities beginning to race through his mind all over again. Suddenly he didn't feel as safe as he wanted to. Suddenly he couldn't trust Boyfriend as much as he wanted to. Bee could see him breaking down into an anxious wreck, staring intently at one spot on the floor.

He was a little hurt, yes, but this guy had so many people out for him, it wasn't even funny. He couldn't be mad at him for being cautious. That's why he's still alive today. "Whitty.." Boyfriend approached him, and his heart broke when he saw how Whitty coiled away a bit. He didn't stop though. He crouched down, putting a hand on his head. Whitty slowly looked up at him, his black, inky tears trailing down his cheeks once again today. "When I told you I would be there for you, I meant it." He told him. "I wouldn't throw you in the gutter. Remember that? I would never set up my friend. If you don't feel safe going outside, you can stay in here, okay?" Boyfriend gently leaned forward, placing a kiss on his forehead.

Whitty had no idea what that was, but he liked how it felt. It was like his worries melted away with the feeling. Like he was.. safe. He took a breath, then nodded at Boyfriend's words. "Wait.. do that again?" Whitty's eyes held a less somber expression, and he gently held onto Boyfriend's head. This caused him to blush heavily. Whitty could feel his face heating in his hands. "W-What? A-A kiss?" Boyfriend was a little surprised as Whitty nodded. He tried to calm his heart beat. He could feel it beating out of his chest, so hard he would have thought he was having a heart attack. He leaned down and gave Whitty another peck on the forehead, and the taller couldn't help but close his eyes at the warmth it gave him.

"Thank you, BB." Whitty responded softly, letting his face go, then standing back up. "Y-Y-Yeah! N-No p-problem!" Boyfriend's hands were shaking, and he was laughing awkwardly. His face was so red, and Whitty remembered what that meant. He smiled, then picked Boyfriend up, a high pitched "beep!" coming from him. "Whitty!!" He exclaimed nervously, hiding his face in his hands. Whitty tilted his head. That must be an even more positive reaction! He sat down on the couch, still holding Bee in his arms. He was determined they would cuddle until Girlfriend came to get him.

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Boyfriend jolted awake to Whitty staring down at him. Again. He yelped out, but quickly exhaled, putting a hand on his own chest. "You don't wanna be late for your battle." Whitty noted softly. He was still holding Boyfriend. No wonder he fell asleep so fast. He sat up, and Whitty allowed him to, setting him on the floor in front of the couch. Boyfriend stretched his arms up, groaning at the good stretch. "Thanks Whits.." He mumbled softly, his face quickly beginning to redden again just by looking at him. "I'll protect the house while you're gone, don't worry." Whitty told him, and Bee laughed. "I'm sure you will." He made his way over to the door, slipping his shoes back on. "You sure you'll be okay?" He turned around, and watched as Whitty curled up on the couch. He nodded in response, turning the tv on. Bee smiled, then made his way out.

Whitty really wanted to see Boyfriend's little rap battle, to of course be emotional support, but he couldn't be seen. It sucked. He felt lonely all over again, sitting in the living room, sitting on a small couch in front of a tv playing something he wasn't interested in, and he had no knowledge of how to change the channel. He hugged his knees to his chest, puffing one of his cheeks in thought. Boyfriend seemed to genuinely care for him. He.. really did care for him.. Hopefully his friends are similar to that. Even if they weren't, Boyfriend was enough for him. He was all he needed..

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Whitty looked away from the cats on the screen about an hour later to the sound of the front door opening. His insides fluttered, like.. weirdly. He put a hand on his chest as the door opened, and Boyfriend walked in, talking to someone and laughing. He turned to look at Whitty, then winked. "Gigi, here's the guy I wanted you to meet!" Girlfriend walked past him, and looked directly into Whitty's eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, and Whitty began to sweat nervously. "H.. Hi-"

"I'm very sorry!"

Whitty's eyes widened, and his cheeks began to glow orange. "I also participated in pushing you to that point, and I wanted to apologise for doing that." She took her shoes off, making her way into the living room. Whitty and Boyfriend let out a breath of relief, the latter quickly following after her. "I-It's okay.. really.. it happens.." Whitty stammered awkwardly, shrinking against the couch as she smiled up at him.

"I'm Girlfriend, but just call me Gigi. I hope we can get to know each other better. And don't worry, I'll keep you a secret from my parents." Whitty's eyes brightened as she spoke those words. She seemed kind already. "See!! I told you it would go well!" Boyfriend hugged Girlfriend from behind, making her giggle. "Yeah.." Whitty mumbled to himself.

Maybe it won't be that bad making friends..

#fnfboyfriend #whitty #friday night funkin #fnf whitty #fnfwhitmore #whitty x bf #bf x whitty

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jetaime-jespere · 3 years

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Prompt #36/129

#36: I don’t know who I am without you / #129. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.

It isn’t the first time Aaron comes to see her with flowers in hand, and it doesn’t make visiting her grave any easier, or any less painful.

Flowers became a thing early on, starting with their first date several months before. Aaron had been anxious in the hours leading up to it - distracted all day, letting his eyes linger on her a few seconds too long here and there. It’s clear something was up. He assumed Dave must have overheard him confirming with Jessica about picking Jack up from his playdate, and that he’ll pick him up from her place around nine. All day he’d dodged the carefully timed stares, a few subtle winks whenever Emily’s back was turned.

“Got a date?” Dave asked casually on their way out, much later that afternoon, keeping his eyes forward as the elevator doors closed. But he’d smiled, which suggests he definitely overheard, and has all but figured out why Aaron is leaving so uncharacteristically early.

Aaron plays dumb, scrambling for an excuse for his early departure, and manages something out about a friend being in town. Dave had simply laughed. “Emily likes flowers,” he’d said as Aaron held his briefcase with a slightly sweaty hand. “I hope you picked some out.”

The quirk of an eyebrow, and the amusement hidden in the subtle contours of Aaron’s face all but give him away, the exact reason now known. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dave.” It’s an attempt in vain.

“But you do, and before you even ask how, just know I have my ways.”

Aaron had never been happier to see elevator doors open. What he doesn’t tell Dave is that he’s had flowers figured out already, for a few days now.

He remembers that night - their first date - like it was yesterday; it’s never fully dissipated from his mind. She’d been wearing blue - cerulean, to be specific - and she blushed ever so slightly when he handed her the bouquet of Dahlias and told her she looked beautiful.

Their reservation (at a Tapas bar close to the National Mall) had mysteriously gotten deleted, leaving them without a table only after they arrived at the restaurant. Emily had laughed despite Aaron’s visible frustration, taking the whole thing in stride as she tucked her hand in his arm. Instead, they ended up walking around the Monuments and eating street tacos from a food truck wrapped in heavy coats. Despite the cold, it was light, fun, and as he dropped her off in front of her building, he’d kissed her - brief, but full, his lips on hers a promise of a second date sooner rather than later.

There was indeed a second date; this one to an antique bookstore in Alexandria followed by coffee on a chilly Sunday morning. The threat of snow later that afternoon hadn’t deterred them. Aaron brings her flowers again - lilies - and she’d held them to her nose for the briefest of seconds as the blush rose to her cheeks once more. The second date was three weeks after the first, thanks to a barrage of cases that seemed to multiply, one right after the other, at a relentless rate with little time for anything else, let alone any semblance of a personal life. And yet, they picked up right where they left off, the same easy banter and familiarity that comes with years of knowing someone as well as they do. He kisses her again, this time bringing a hand to her hair and another around her back, pulling her in close. It’s not even a question if there will be a third date when they pull away, breathless.

Their third date was Valentine’s Day, and she’d come to his place for the first time in over a year, since the days after Foyet threatened to rip his family apart. Aaron bought roses - two dozen red ones - as cliché as it was, handing them to her when she’d arrived. She’d beamed as she shook the light dusting of snowflakes off her shoulders, apologizing for her lateness, murmuring that the flowers were beautiful. He’d planned on making her dinner but instead he’d taken her to bed, leaving their clothes scattered across the living room floor. Emily was beautiful beneath him; her long legs wrapped around his waist as he’d learned her, taking his time finding all the places that made her moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair when he’d kissed his way down the flat planes of her stomach and between her legs, her hands gripped his shoulders as he thrusted into her, she’d lowered herself down to press her chest against his, his arms wrapped around her as she rode him to completion with his own finish coming in the seconds after her own.

Aaron also ruined their dinner during their preoccupation - overcooked the steak and burnt the potatoes to a blackened crisp, rendering it all inedible. With a sheet wrapped around her chest, Emily had reached for her phone and ordered pizza, which they ate in bed straight out of the box. “The best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had,” she’d whispered in his ear much later, her lips smoothing down his jaw as she pushed him onto his back, a devious grin on her face. Hours later, he repeated her words right back to her, pressing kisses to her lips.

It all fell apart shortly after that.

Date number four was cruelly ripped right out of their hands as Emily slipped away, literally and figuratively, the threat of Ian Doyle becoming a reality. She’d withdrawn, becoming distant and even secretive, slipping into briefings late and sneaking clandestine glances at her phone throughout the day. Aaron had been oblivious to the truth (she hid that from all of them), but he knew something was direly wrong.

Two weeks after she cancelled their fourth date with a heaviness in her voice that culminated over the last few weeks, he heard the name Lauren Reynolds for the first time. And about ten days after that, he signed the paperwork that essentially rendered Emily Prentiss dead.

So now, Aaron always brings her flowers. It feels wrong not to, because he always has. This time he brings Irises; Emily likes those. She told him that once, back when he hung on every word she said, his brain absorbing every last detail of her to commit to memory. Now those memories come back and haunt him like a curse. The car door slams but he doesn’t hear it, and he adjusts the hood of his jacket and tucks his keys into his pocket. He keeps his head down, grateful for the soft rain that falls in the summer wind like a whisper as he maneuvers through the gate, stepping over the neat landscaping. Every step he takes brings him closer to her yet she’s never been further away from him, and he finally releases the breath he’s been holding when he sits down next to her headstone.

“Hi,” Aaron says softly, fumbling with the stems in his hands as he sets them down beside the ones he’d brought the other day, brushing his fingers over the cold marble headstone. “I miss you, you know. I’m sorry it’s been a few days. It was a hell of a week.” Being here is a familiar ritual, one that brings him an unexplainable bit of comfort and yet a profound sense of grief. It’s been four months since they buried an empty casket into the ground as she convalesced in the hospital. Four months since he explained to Jack with as much patience as he could muster that Emily had to go away for awhile, possibly forever, and calmly answered his son’s questions even as his own heart was shattering into pieces.

Aaron supposes it feels mildly silly, talking to someone who isn’t even there, spiritually or whatever, because what most don’t know is she’s not even dead.

She may as well be. Those were her words, not his. It’s what she said in the days after Boston, still too weak to travel but awake and fully cognizant, the impending reality looming in the distance. Aaron had sat at her side, as close as he could get without physically climbing into the bed with her, his hand a fixture in hers for the better part of the two weeks she’d spent there.

“These nurses are like drill sergeants,” Emily had groaned one afternoon after she’d taken a few laps around the floor, pushing a walker with Aaron hovering at her side, a protective hand on her back. It took nearly all of her energy; her eyelids had fluttered within minutes of returning to her bed.

“They’re supposed to help you get better, you know.” And while he can’t help but feel proud of her for how far she’s come, her returning strength is a reminder that soon enough she’ll vanish from their lives, unceremoniously, as if she never existed at all.

Her grave is the only place he feels close to her, as if she, wherever she is, might be there in some way too. It’s where Aaron talks to her, tells her the mundane things about life - the life that has seemingly paused since she left- anecdotes about Jack’s soccer team, Dave’s new car, every now and then he’ll mention a case. Sometimes it’s a haze of confusion, asking the questions he most likely will never get answers to, his voice breaking at the most simple, yet complicated of them all. Why? How?

Other days, it’s grief that courses through his veins and clouds his heart, like a vice grip around his windpipe that makes every intake of breath more painful than the last. They all feel her absence; a numbness has enveloped them all in the last couple of weeks especially. But he bears the pain of knowing the truth and being responsible for the secret they’ve held to keep her safe. Today is one of those days.

“I wish I could be angry with you,” he says, never taking his eyes off the headstone. “For what you put us through.” He’s tried that. Anger never lasts long, because Aaron sees her face in his mind, full of poorly concealed fear as he and JJ had passed over the dossier of new identities into her hands, signifying the beginning of the end.

“Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you,” Aaron chokes through the mounting thickness in his throat. “It’s not the same without you. Nothing is.” His face is wet, and it’s not because of the rain. Most of his visits end this way, and he takes the long way back home to pull himself together. “We miss you. I miss you.”

It’s getting harder to breathe, harder to conceal the sobs that are coming like the stormcloud in the distance, and he buries his face in his hands to cry because there’s nothing left he can do. “I don’t know who I am without you, Emily.”

There’s a rustling in the trees behind him sometime later. If he closes his eyes he can almost hear her footsteps behind him, sure and steady. Aaron can’t bring himself to turn around because she won’t be there - she’s already gone.

“I love you,” he whispers, knowing he should have said it a long time ago.

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