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ghouljams · 3 months

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Hi! Shy anon sharing brain rot once again. As always is about The Ghost Distribution System™, because that’s 100% how he’d act and i can’t stop thinking about it.

Anyway, i’ve been specifically thinking about Ghost catching the flu. Gets all of the basic but annoying ass symptoms. Runny nose, sore throat, the not-too-high-but-definitely-debilitating fever, the shivers and body aches.

And despite feeling like death, he’s still coming over to fix that leaky sink you complained about. (Because he’s been through worst and it’s not like he really takes that much care of himself, your needs go first anyway.)

So, you let him in, thank him again for offering to do it himself and saving you a couple hundred in a handyman that would take way longer to do what he insists it’s a simple task. But when he keeps on coughing and needs to stop every few seconds to wipe his nose cause it’s stuffy you definitely notice something is wrong.

And as much as he refuses and insists that he is fine and doesn’t need you to fuss over him (you already do so much for him, show him so much kindness and care. How could he dare ask for more?) you end up feeling his skin and noticing he definitely has a fever.

So now he is laying on your couch, soft fluffy blanket around him (that absolutely smells like you and it’s making his mind even more fuzzy), cold compress on his forehead and a random movie quietly playing on the background as you make him a snack (to help him recover some strength and get some fluids you said).

And while he’s laying there all he’s thinking about though his foggy mind is how he’s going to repay you for this, all the things he can do for you so you keep letting him in every time he comes back.

You're such a saint, you don't want to put Ghost on your couch, not after everything he's done for you. He kicks up a silent fuss when you offer your bed for a nap, his fingers flexing and balling into tight fists. Again you offer a piece of your sanctuary, a place belonging only to you, as if it's nothing. He's sick in more ways than one. Filthy with his desire for you. He argues with you, with his god. Benevolent as you may be, every prophet has challenges placed in the path of his devotion. The devil tempted Jesus with all manners of the flesh, so why wouldn't he tempt Ghost?

Your concern makes you agree. Settling Ghost so gently on your couch that he wonders if even this is too good for him. You disappear long enough for him to wonder against his choice, long enough for him to close his eyes against the fever. You return with pillows and blankets, arranging them and coaxing him to lay down. Your fingers hover around his head, as if laying it on your pillows might be too much of a burden for him. As if he's liable to break if he settles it anywhere but your warm embrace.

You leave him again and Ghost pushes his face against he offered comfort, breathes in your scent greedily and imagines he's laid his head in your lap. You must have brought this comfort from your bed, determined to give him everything he doesn't deserve. It makes his head spin, sick, filthy, he could never repay the goodness you give him. You pull the gently weighted blankets over his shoulders, wipe the sweat from his forehead with a cool cloth, he can't look at you. He can't face the radiant warmth you bestow on him. He's done nothing to deserve it, nothing to warrant this care, nothing that should lead you to coo your gentle praise. It all sticks in his chest worse than any bullet could.

He doesn't deserve it, can't deserve it, you should give your kindness to someone better, to someone who doesn't hoard your care for themselves like he does. It hurts. It hurts and yet the ache is intoxicating. His teeth itch to sink into you, to inflict some of the same pleasure you bring to him. As if he could ever be worthy of such a thing.

"Simon," You hum, melodic, hymnal. He feels his eyes roll with the pleasure of hearing his name before he can open them. You say it so sweetly, like he's never heard it before. His vision swims with fever, but the light halos you and you smile at him. Divinity in your every breath, he could live a lifetime in the moment when your eyes meet his.

"Love," he feels it on his breath, inaudibly whispered, just a part of his lips, a fricative against his teeth. Like any other God receiving prayer you don't hear it. It's better that you don't hear it, the casual affection doesn't fit you right. If there was a bigger word for what he feels, for what you are, he won't find it in this condition.

"Just rest," You bid him, "You can stay here tonight, if you want."

If he wants. As if he could ever want anything else. As if he could turn down an invitation to rest his head in your temple. As if he could ever have the strength to tell you no.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #the ghost distribution system #ghost call of duty #Ghost feverish and staring at his darling: you could make a religion out of this

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missmeinyourbones · 5 months

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IN LITTLE WAYS, WHEN EVERYTHING STAYS

a/n: rei got the kids the fuck out of that house au, maybe a little prequel to my where love lives au? reader referred to as she & girlfriend a few times, sibling tendencies amongst the rokis

In the streaky reflection of his bedroom vanity, Touya's mind circulates the same thought over and over again.

His shirt looks stupid.

And he doesn't even know what it is exactly that's making him look so fucking weird right now, but he's annoyingly hyperaware of how stiff he looks.

It's just a shirt, a nice one, at that; it's been washed and ironed and its buttons all correlate with one another so why does it look so awkward on him right now?

Just as he's debating between loosening up the collar again or ripping it to pieces, the situation somehow gets at least ten times worse within a matter of mere seconds.

"Are you hanging out with your girlfriend again?"

Like muscle memory, Touya's eyes close in annoyance at the sound of his youngest brother's nasally voice. Not botching to spare him a glance, he chooses to tug at the stuffy shirt collar.

"She's not my girlfriend," is mumbled with what Shouto knows to be both embarrassment and agitation.

"Then why are you wearing that stupid shirt?"

Touya tries, he truly does, to just bite his tongue and be the adult in the situation. Technically (and legally), he is the adult in the situation, but something about the know-it-all ten-year-old always brings out the immaturity in him.

"I think you're lying," Shouto continues, matter-of-factly. Gaming console in hand as his attention darts between what's on the screen and what's reflected in his brother's mirror, "I don't even think she's real."

Touya looks to put out the match before it can even catch fire. In a few strides, he's trudging towards his door and swinging it into motion.

"She's more real than the tooth fairy, I can tell you that--"

Just before he can get the satisfaction of slamming the door in Shouto's dopey little face, a thick wrap of fingers catches the wood before it shuts on its hinges.

Natsuo pushes the door back open with ease, the look on his face clearly amused with the bickering he's heard. When he sees Touya's appearance, he can't help but squint his eyes and lowly whistle.

"Slick. You seein' the girlfriend tonight?"

Nearly seething now at the second intrusion, Touya growls, turning his back on the two idiots in his doorway and returning his attention to the mirror.

"Not my girlfriend," he flatly recites.

The taller brother leans against the doorframe with crossed arms and a smirk that reads no good.

"Is she not your girlfriend because you haven't asked her yet or because she knows she's out of your league?" Natuso's tongue prods at the inside of his cheek in entertainment.

With it now being two against one, Shouto sees his window of opportunity and snottily chimes in, "Probably both."

After a brief glance at his phone and realizing it's nearly time for him to pick you up, Touya doesn't even spare them a glance. He quickly shifts his focus on undoing the highest buttons of his dress shirt.

"Eat shit."

Silence naturally settles amongst the three of them. Natsuo and Shouto make no move to leave their post at the door anytime soon, attention still quietly following Touya as he huffs and puffs around his room, messing up his hair and pulling at his way too rigid selves.

Natsuo, brave as he always has been, is unsurprisingly the first one to break the silence.

"Where are you takin' her that you need to wear that stupid shirt?

Touya knows it's a harmless question, but it bothers him all the same.

"Dinner."

"Where?"

"New place downtown."

Natuso nods in approval, "Are you paying for her?"

"Am I being interrogated?"

"You're paying for her?" Shouto crinkles his nose, "With what money?"

Touya's head doesn't miss a beat as it whips around with a slight smirk, "The money I took from beneath your fuckin' mattress."

"That's not even funny because I don't keep it there anymore--"

The three of them internally wince when the familiar squeak of Fuyumi's bedroom door flings open. On cue, she's tiredly sighing and stomping her way over to the commotion.

Touya doesn't need to see the scowl on her face when he can hear her from down the hallway, "Can you all please shut up before mom--"

She cuts herself off, appearing in the reflection of Touya's mirror with a face that reads a mixture of disgust and confusion.

She looks him up and down, and with the grace that only a sister could carry, delivers the final blow to her eldest brother's ego.

"Ew, why do you look like that?"

That last drop of charity in Touya's tiny heart shrivels up and runs dry when he snaps. "For fuck's sake--like what?"

The three of them watch as their sister gives Touya another once over before meeting his stare directly and scowling.

"Your shirt looks stupid."

In the creaky and muggy second floor of the Todoroki household, the air weighs heavy with sibling stress. Fuyumi glares, Natsuo chokes on a giggle, and Shouto's jaw is on the floor when Touya pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Get the fuck out of my room or I'm setting the house on fire," he exhales rather calmly, given the nature of his alarming (yet common) threat.

Unimpressed, Fuyumi is the first to leave, immediately followed by Shouto who quietly asks her about his own dinner. Natsuo hangs back for a second, continuing to watch his brother rub his calloused hands over his tension-filled face.

Giving up, Touya reaches across his bed and tosses on his old and ratty denim jacket over his nice, stupid shirt. When he catches Natsuo's eye in the mirror, he approvingly nods and shoots his older brother an encouraging thumbs up before, he too, leaves.

It's not two minutes later before Touya's lanky legs are carrying him down the wooden staircase of the house. He's throwing his scuffed boots on, yelling out to Rei about being home before the sun comes up, and taking a final look at himself in the reflection of the porch window before reaching for the door knob.

"Touya," a gentle voice calls as he makes a beeline to leave. To no one's surprise, it's Fuyumi.

He sighs but stops in his tracks anyway, allowing her to quickly scurry over to him. Her nimble fingers rise to fix the cuffed collar of his jacket before she smoothens out his shoulders and pulls taut on his zipper.

When she's deemed he looks acceptable enough, her voice comes as a knowing whisper. "Just ask her already," she prompts.

Touya knows she's right, but he can't help the bite that crawls from his throat when he says, "And what do you know?"

Fuyumi merely smiles and takes a step aside, giving him her stamp of approval and letting him open the front door.

"She seems good for you," she says. Taking one final look at him before turning her back and returning to the kitchen, her voice is warm and proud, "You've started brushing your hair again."

#should i make a masterlist for this mini-series? (odds are i never touch it again LOL)#todobros #todofam #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #dabi x you #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #touya todoroki fluff #dabi fic #touya todoroki fic

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lostinforestbound · 2 months

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I kept thinking about this so I just had to write it out! I also made a little blurb under the cut with a gn!Tav. Let me know your thoughts and feel free to add on!

Rolan with Early Greying Hair

When he discovers his first grey hair, he's almost devastated.

He's still young, he isn't supposed to greying yet, but it seems the stress of everything he's gone through is catching up.

At first, he started plucking them out when he spots them, willfully trying to ignore the fact he's greying at all. When plucking became a little painful, he tries a little bit of dye instead.

Unfortunately, the dye he used changed the texture of his hair to the point it was noticeable, so he ended up washing it out.

They're more visible on the sides of his temple, so he shifts his hair more loosely in hopes of hiding them.

Of course he's insecure about it! What in the hells will Tav think of it? No doubt they would find it unattractive!

One day, as he shares a bath with them, they finally notice them as they wash his hair.

He feels them gently pull his hair back to get a better look, and he immediately thinks of the worse case scenarios.

He'll speak up, going on a small ramble of how he's tried plucking them out but they keep coming back. He'll promise to find proper dye to hide it better.

He's shocked when he turns his head towards them and see a light blush on their face.

"I actually think it's attractive. Grey looks wonderful on you," They say. He would genuinely think they're joking, but they seem utterly sincere.

Bonus Points: Tav reveals their own gray strands from the stress of their adventure.

The sigh of relief that comes out of his mouth made him realize how tense he was about up until this moment. It embarrasses him how worked up he got over it.

He's still desirable to them; he's always been desirable. He just got too wrapped up in his own anxiety.

Maybe he should stop worrying about how he looks and realize Tav loves him, grey hairs or not. They seem to love the greys, and that's all he needs.

Writing Blurb

Even as Tav massages his shoulders, he can't make himself relax in the hot water he drew up for the both of them.

He's tried everything he could to mask what he identifies as his shame; plucking, dyeing, wearing his hair a different way, but nothing can ever hide the fact that he's greying already.

Gods damn it all, he's still young! At least young enough that greying at his age is strange. His life has been absolute hell, no pun intended, and now it's hitting him with another problem, and he can't catch a break. Of all the hurdles that could possibly be in his way after finally living comfortably, this is the one life decided to throw at him? Absurd! Horrendous!

Tav doesn't know about the greys, and he's worried about them finding out. What if they don't find him attractive because of those pesky hairs refusing to disappear?

He doesn't even notice Tav pausing as they pull his hair back. When he does, he sees them looking at the sides of his temple; his anxiety spikes in that moment. "I've tried plucking them, but they keep on returning," He rambles immediately, trying to salvage Tav's nonexistent disappointment. "The dye I tried almost ruined my hair. I'll look for a better quality one, and then they will-" "Rolan, I love them." Tav interrupts him with a smile, face flushed. The water splashes from how fast he shifts in the basin, staring at them in shock. They continue on, running his fingers through his hair to get a better look and using their other hand to cup his jaw. "Grey looks great on you."

He leans into their palm, sighing. "I thought you would be...I don't know," he says with a small huff, eyes fluttering close. "I find it hot." That makes him bark out a laugh. "Must you always be so vulgar?" "Calling something about you 'hot' is not vulgar! Prude." They tease, kissing his forehead and then his nose, finally landing on his lips afterwards. There will probably be a longer conversation about his previous insecurity when they get to bed, but for now, he knows just how loved he is, greys and all.

#rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x tav #bg3 #holy rolan empire #Forest-Writes #rolan x reader #headcannons

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bahrtofane · 13 days

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prompt 9 trope 3 w clingy trent please

- "Stay, please?" - Fake Relationship

Word count - 1.1k+

Watch it - reader loses mind bc trent is sweet and nice what's new

Trent but youre whole relationship is based on a lie you can't fall back on now.

Lets paint the picture, yeah?

Mutual friend's wedding, dear old Sammy is getting married. The both of you have been invited. You haven seen Trent in a minute so you both figure you might as well go together. Cut down on carbon emissions and what not. Besides you didn't want to deal with driving in your heels and Trent wanted the company. Sweet and simple.

He picks you up right on time (he looks lovely in a suit), the ride there is filled with catching up and teasing words before you slip into a comfortable silence. He holds the door for you when you get there, and walk in looking more like a couple than the damn married couple. You do your rounds, greeting your friends when you get there before heading off to your assigned seats next to each other. You enjoy the light snacks before heading off to mingle, saying your congrats to the bride and groom.

Your friend's grandmother comes over smiling at both of you, calling you such a cute couple. She says the next wedding better be yours. She looks so happy, hands over her heart and reminiscing about her late husband and how much you and Trent remind her of her youth.

And what are you supposed to do to crush a little old woman's dream? No.

Instead Trent wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you close and telling her she'd be the first to get invited.

Little did you know that everyone and their mother was watching the no more than minute long interaction go down and here you are. You can't tell your friend you lied to her grandma on her wedding day what a horrid person you are.

Instead you and Trent agree to go along with it, fake it for a bit and then announce a mutual break up.

Easy peasy right? Wrong !! If only you didn't have heart eyes with him to begin with. What a cruel fate you've been served.

Each and every time he smiles and pecks your cheek in front of friends you want to scream and tell him to just date for real already. But no you can't, you won't, dont. Whatever.

You have to live off of the quick kisses that never meet your lips and the touches that he never truly means. He's an absolute menace when it comes to physical touch. Unable to keep his hands off of you. Even when you're out of sight. He still clings to you. Hands in the back of your jeans, in the buckles and loops of your pants pulling you closer. Whenever he finds himself at your home he's always so reluctant to leave. Staying over probably many more times than needed. And it only makes your head spin.

You're doomed. Completely and utterly doomed.

Today you're sitting at a dinner with the same group of friends at the back of a fancy restaurant while you fight your floor-length gown from riding up in your seat. Trent sits next to you. Of course he does.

You got here together yet again. It's to make things easier to say in the back of your mind. Yeah. Not because you've gotten used to him driving you about.

The conversations around you eventually dull to nothing more but lingering comments as plates of food finish and checks come around.

Not a bad night you suppose.

Sammy pipes up as everyone is gathering their things, “so when's the wedding?” eyebrows wiggling.

You wave her off, “oh I don't know we haven't really talked about that yet.”

Trent gives a nod, tucking his dress shirt neatly into the waistband of his pants,”I've been too busy with everything.”

People give sympathetic nods and you quickly shove your purse back into your bag. You say goodbye to everyone and slip an arm into Trents as you walk back to the garage. He's still a gentleman even out of sight. Holding your dress up for you as you make your way up curbs.

“Can't believe they're asking for a wedding.” you huff.

Trent shrugs, “could be worse.” pulling you closer against him.

You sigh,"I suppose so.”

“You look pretty.” he smiles, leading the way back to his car

“Thank you,” you turn your head away from him. Afraid he’ll catch on to just how much his words fluster you.

You reach his car soon enough, arm slipping from his grasp as he leans to open the door. You slip inside without much of a fuss. Neither of you speak for a moment when you're both buckled up.

He sighs, putting his car into drive and heading out of the garage. Almost fighting with the ticket (it refuses to scan) and zooming out before he pops a blood vessel.

He hands you his phone and you put in your address while watching the city streets bleed by into the night. It feels good out, so you lower your window all the way down, sticking a hand out.

He smiles, mimicking you and humming softly under his breath.

“Oh shit.” you exclaim.

“What?”

“I think I left my jacket at your place. I can stop by tomorrow to get it ?”

“Nah, we’ll just stop by. Add it as a stop.”

“You sure ?” you bite your lip. Afraid of overstepping.

“I'm sure,” he nods.

You do so. And before you know it both of you step out onto his driveway and duck inside. You forget just how expansive the place is. Jeez.

You find the jacket tossed on his couch and you tuck it into your arm.

“I'll see you then?” you try, voice soft. Will there be a next time

"Stay, please," Trent's voice interrupts the heavy silence, his eyes pleading with you as if begging for a moment's respite from the chaos swirling around you.

You turn to him, feeling the weight of his words pressing against your chest. "I can't," you murmur, voice thick. "Not like this."

His expression falls, picking at his nails as you try not to feel like a bitch.

“Then, stay but not like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like-fuck,” he scratches the back of his neck, “i dont wanna just keep pretending anymore.”

You blink. “Trent I'm not following.”

“You're so dense I want to date you and you date me for realI.” he raises his hands in exasperation.

You blink again, hard. Unable to process anything.

“Please say something-'' you shut him up with a swift kiss. Pawing against his dress shirt and pressing him against you.

“Is that a good answer?” you look away, toying with the buttons around his collar.

“Yup!” he chirps, “perfect so perfect so amazing.” melting into your touch and chasing for your lips.

Maybe that wedding will happen after all.

#trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold #trent x reader #trent alexander x you #trent alexander oneshot #taa x you #taa x reader #taa imagines #taa66 #taa #taa66 blurb #bahr footy #bahr 300 event

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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Whumpers not allowing whumpees on furniture (and caretakers ALLOWING them on furniture).

That's it. That's the ask.

tw dehumanisation, self-blame, self-deprecation, conditioned whumpee, pet whump, past trauma

Whumpee had fallen asleep. They'd only meant to rest a bit on the sofa, just a couple hours before they resumed their chores, and they'd fallen asleep.

They'd already taken a risk when they'd curled up among the fluffy throw pillows, but they'd thought it was a risk worth taking for a speck of comfort. A mere hour on a soft surface had sounded too good to their abused mind and body, too damn good after months and years of hardwood floors and their own shirts for pillows.

They'd thought they could avoid Caretaker catching them. And now here they were, standing in the doorway and staring at them with open surprise on their face.

Whumpee scrambled to get off the sofa, knowing well that pets weren't allowed on furniture, already thinking about all the horrible punishments they'd have to go through for violating such a basic rule.

"I'm sorry," they cried desperately, crawling over to Caretaker and bowing so deep their forehead was resting against the floor. The floor on which they should've been sleeping, instead of their master's soft couch. "I'm so sorry, please, I don't know what I was thinking, please forgive me! I'm so sorry!"

Caretaker quickly threw their bag on the floor and crouched down, gently nudging Whumpee by the shoulders to sit up. "Hey... Hey, Whumpee... It's okay, come on..."

"I'm s-so sorry, I was bad, I was disobedient, I knew I shouldn't do it and that's why I tried to do it behind your back... I'm sorry... It's, it's better that I failed, because otherwise I would've gotten away with breaking rules and lying and–"

"Oh, sweetheart..." They sighed, and Whumpee could hear the disappointment, and they couldn't believe they'd betrayed the trust of such a kind master.

"P-please, mercy," they whimpered. "I know I d-don't deserve it, I know..."

"There's no rule that prohibits you from using the furniture, Whumpee."

In one ear, out the other. Of course there was. It was so obvious, it was common sense, it had been drilled into them, and they'd knowingly violated it. Still, they stayed quiet, too afraid to argue with their owner.

"Can you sit up?" they asked gently, and Whumpee tore themself away from the floor, terrified of facing their master. "Good, that's good. Let's just calm down for a second, yeah?"

Whumpee had never felt less calm in their life. They were sobbing uncontrollably, unable to comply with even the simplest of orders, such as 'breathe'. They were making it worse, they were sure of it.

Yet... Caretaker didn't seem particularly angry. Of course, anger wasn't needed to dish out some horrendous punishment, Whumpee had learned that the hard way. But this felt different. Caretaker felt patient.

"I'm sorry," they blurted out again when they felt less frantic, and Caretaker smiled sadly.

"I know. But there's no need. You didn't do anything wrong in my eyes."

"B-but, but I– I dirtied the furniture–"

"Whumpee, listen to me." Caretaker cupped their cheeks, looking completely serious. "You're not dirty. You're not dirty for being you, you're not dirty by virtue of being a pet, or whatever that sick fuck has told you. Yeah? You can't just dirty my sofa, or the guest bed, or the plates in the kitchen, or anything just by touching them, unless you're deliberately smearing mud on them or something. Have you done that to the sofa? It doesn't look like you have. You're okay."

Whumpee swallowed and nodded, eager to agree and appease their master; despite the fact that their sentiment was in direct opposition with what they'd been taught over years. "I– I understand."

"Good. That's good. I'm glad. I'm not going to force you to use the furniture if it's too scary for now. But I want you to understand that it's not forbidden."

They nodded again, and Caretaker seemed pleased with their reaction. Pleased enough to let go of them and stand up, extending a hand to pull them up as well. Whumpee took it hesitantly.

"It'd make me very happy if we could get to a level where you're comfortable using everything in my house," Caretaker went on. "I know it'll take time, but... just know that that's the goal I have in mind. Today has been a step in the right direction, I hope."

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump @justanotherlokifan @2in1whump @lthrboy @justletmereadmywhump @florissimps @anonymous-tiangou

#whump #whump drabble #comfort #dehumanisation #self-blame #self-deprecation #conditioned whumpee #pet whump #past trauma #asks #recovery fic

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nrdmssgs · 5 months

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Price confessing to you too soon

Masterlist Hurt/comfort Pairing: PriceXReader Summary: Sometimes it's just a right person, wrong time.

Your now ex was turfed down the stairs, your belongings were already in Prices car trunk - the worse was left behind. Yet you can't stop tears rolling down your cheeks.

He is tapping the steering wheel nervously, but keeps quiet, hoping, that you just need some space and time to calm down.

Sadly, it isn't that easy. As much as you try to control your mood - you are obviously worn out by the last days around your ex, all your fights, those ugly words, he threw you in the face. So tears keep rolling as you quietly sob, looking away from John, who couldn't take it anymore and helped you finally escape the place and person, that brought you so much pain lately.

But he isn't ok with you hiding from him. That's why Price pulls to the side at the next gas station, leaves you for a few minutes in the car, and then returns with a bottle of water and your favorite chocolates.

"Can't believe, you still remember, I like those." You brush away your tears and try to smile at him, as your old friend opens your door and hands you a treat.

This act of care should have cheered you up, but you suddenly remember your ex screaming, “You're just waiting for everyone to serve you!” And tears treacherously well up in your eyes again.

You are about to turn away once more, but he kneels to meet your eye level and catches your face. His hold is so careful and tender, It's hard to believe, these same hands threw your ex down the stairs as if he was just a toy.

"You remember, you told me about this thing, 'Raison d'être' a long time ago?" He cups your cheeks and leans closer, so that he can talk quietly and still remain heard despite traffic sounds and music coming from the store.

You nod. Of course, you remember. John is one of the very few people, who you could call in the middle of the night just to info dump him with this concept of "reason for being", you've just read about. It was so simple, yet elegant, you just had to share it with somebody. And Price was always there to hear whatever you had to tell him.

"Good." He looks you deep in the eyes for some time and then continues speaking. "I thought about it. A lot. And I think, you being safe, feeling safe is my 'Raison d'être'. I will do anything I can for you to feel safe around me. I will guard you, will fight for you. And I swear, you can be vulnerable around me. Be tired, angry, cry, shout at me, curl up in my arms if you want - I will never hurt you."

And that's when something inside you cracks and breaks apart. Not only John helped you escape, not only was he immediately ready to give you shelter in his home - he was ready to stay by your side, while you were at your lowest. You stop holding back and cry ugly.

"Let it out. Let it all out. You suffered so much. I was an idiot for figuring things out for so long. Should have stood up for the one, I care about so much, sooner. Cry, love, you're safe to do so now." He whispers, embracing you caringly and shielding you from prying eyes.

There are many things yet to come. Eventually you will calm down, tears will dry out. There will be quiet evenings, watching Netflix together, or cooking something, or just sitting on a coach beside him, talking about everything and nothing simultaneously. You will fall asleep, and he will bring you to your room.

John will never mention, what he said that day on the gas station. There will be no need, because one day the realization will come to you. 'Raison d'être', 'the one, I care about so much'... these are not exactly the words, one would use on just a friend.

You will still be healing, pick yourself up piece by piece, when a simple idea will appear: John Price loves you, have already for quite some time.

You will half lay on a couch under the blanket, he picked specially for you to never get cold, when he's not around, you will watch this man doing his magic in the kitchen. You will be full of gratitude for him not demanding anything of you, not making a move, not even trying to take any advantage of a current situation, you two are in. You will enjoy the feeling of security, Johns 'Raison d'être', all while new love will slowly but surely blossom in your heart.

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thezombieprostitute · 27 days

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Good moaning. 😇

A/N: Sorry this took awhile @navybrat817. The muses weren't working with me.

A/N2: Reader is AFAB, Tall & Plus Size; Ended up working through a lot of my own insecurities on this one. Left it open ended because it's a lot longer than it should've been. It was supposed to be open ended but then Hal insisted on showing off.

Part 2

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Insecure reader. Please let me know if I missed any.

Hal had always been the most notorious flirt in the office. Every woman had been complimented, flirted with, made to blush by him. Except you. When it came to you, Hal was all business. Maybe some friendly gestures, but that was it.

You should be used to it by now. You'll never forget in high school when your crush said, "I just never thought of you as a girl. I don't think of you as guy," he was quick to say, "but I just don't think of you as a girl." And it seems to have been the same for every guy, every crush, ever since.

Dating apps only seemed to make things worse. You'd be really getting along with someone, they'd talk about how personality is more important, but as soon as they actually saw you, their demeanor shifted. They always just wanted to be friends. You were pretty sure spinsterhood was your only option. Especially if even the Hal Carter wasn't willing to flirt with you.

"You should be grateful," some of your friends would chide you. "You don't have to worry about being harassed or assaulted." And you were grateful that those weren't concerns for you. But you weren't bemoaning a lack of problems, you were bemoaning an abundance of loneliness.

"Hey, Y/N," Hal's voice snapped you out of your self-pity party.

"Yes, Hal?"

"Do you have the specs for that Potts order? I need to double check a few things."

"Sure thing," you nod as you go to the filing cabinet. You find the paperwork he needs and hand it to him.

"Are you alright," he asks.

"No different than usual. Why?"

"You just...you seem...um. How do I put this?"

"Hal, please just tell me I look miserable and get back to work? I'm not in the mood for beating around the bush. I'm painfully well aware of how I look." You're struggling to keep the tears at bay and just want him to leave you be.

"Is there anything I can do? I hate to see you like this."

"No, Hal, there's nothing you, personally, can do. I'm just having a self-pity party after yet another bad date and I need to be left alone."

"You're dating?" His face is filled with genuine surprise and it's the straw that breaks you. You stop fighting the tears and just run to the bathroom to let it all out in private.

By the time you're done crying you're exhausted. You should get back to work but you just can't fathom spending more time around people. You get back to your desk, send a note to your boss and head home early. You're just gonna let yourself cry and sleep it out.

When you get to work the next day there's a bouquet of blue hyacinth and white lily-of-the-valley flowers. The card had a simple "I'm sorry" card signed by Hal. You really should apologize to him, it wasn't his fault. It was just really shitty timing. Still, you appreciate the flowers. You can't remember the last time anyone got you any.

You get into the flow of work, catching up on things you missed yesterday, so you don't notice Hal slowly making his way to your desk, like he's afraid you'll lash out. When you finally look up and see him, you give him a soft smile and he takes that as an okay signal to close the distance to your desk.

"Thank you for the flowers, Hal," you start. "You really didn't need to. You did nothing wrong."

"I ask you a question and you leave crying," Hal huffs. "Pretty sure that means I did something wrong."

"Believe me, Hal, if it was something you did, I'd have told you." You shake your head, "it's just me being overly sensitive. And I'm sorry I worried you or made you feel it was your fault. You don't deserve that."

"So, you're single and looking," Hal slowly says.

"For now," you sigh. "Seriously contemplating giving up but I just can never bring myself to ever fully give up hope. No matter how many times I get hurt."

"Maybe it's your technique," he offers. "If you need help with your flirting, just let me know. I can teach you a few things."

Against your better judgment you open up the dating app and the messages you shared from the last guy you met for a date. You show them to Hal and tell him how you could've done better.

"Huh, you're a smart cookie," he says. "Talking to this guy about smart stuff that definitely goes over my head. Why didn't he work out?"

Trying not to lose patience, he is just trying to help, you calmly tell him, "because he saw me. That's how it always goes, Hal. I'm not pretty enough. I don't fit into any of the molds that define 'attractive'. I never hide my build, my picture, but there must be quite the difference between photos and real life."

"Sounds like your problem is that you keeping attracting douchebags," Hal observed. "Just need to find yourself a good man."

"If it were that easy, I wouldn't be so lonely."

"You don't think I'm a good man?" He seems genuinely upset by this thought.

"Hal, please be careful because I don't want to cry at work again," you start. "Regardless of whether or not you're a good guy, you've never once expressed interest in me, so why would it matter if you were a douchebag or not?"

"This is definitely my fuck up," he sighs. "I was trying to be respectful of you. I was trying to treat you differently to show I think about you differently."

"Yes," you agree. "That came through loud and clear. You want to be workplace friends at most. I understand that. It's not a fuck up."

"No, not like that," Hal counters. "I...I flirt with everyone but you because I didn't want you to think I thought of you as just another pretty face. I kept it professional with you so you would know that I am respectful of you as a person. That I appreciate working with you and don't want us to get separated because the boss thinks I'm doing more flirting than working."

"I don't want your pity, Hal," you scold him. "If you're not interested, you're not interested. I don't blame you! But a pity flirt? That's hurtful."

Instead of backing down, Hal puts both hands on your desk and leans closer towards you, neither of you breaking eye contact. Your eyes are filled with a simmering anger and his beautiful blues are steely with determination. "I will prove to you, however I need to, that my feelings and intentions are genuine."

"I need to get back to work," you reply with ice in your voice.

"Challenge accepted, Dandelion," Hal smirks before leaving you to your work.

Part 2

Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would

#zombie asks #hal carter x reader #x tall reader #tall!reader #big & tall reader #hal carter angst #self indulgence time

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my-little-wraithlings · 1 year

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Good god, as a fanfic author that writes primarily whump and hurt/comfort (both emotional and physical), watching Renfield had me fucking quivering with need! My whole fanfic career is about making convoluted reasons for critters (characters) being in pain and being cared for. But good lord, I don't even need to work! This movie practically hand-feeds situations to you!

Anyway, my brain keeps rattling around with little fic ideas. A few quick fic ideas below.

Note: All the scenarios below can, in this state of being, be read platonically or romantically depending on your particular views. Personally, I don't ship Dracula and Renfield around the time of the movie but I honestly felt they've always had a romantic pull more towards the beginning of their relationship. Still super toxic/concerning but believable.

1 ) Robert is struggling to adjust to human life, mainly in the small ways. Now that he has his freedom for sure, he's trying to discover what to do with his time. He's not the brightest and each decade he's only had limited in any given culture so he's not really sure what activities/jobs are open to him. His therapy friends and Rebecca have helped him start over but he's still finding adjustment difficult. Because of the murdered cops, he's unable to get back to his apartment currently until the complex can be cleaned up and cleared for people to go back home. Meanwhile, he's living with Rebecca. The problem is that she is an incredibly strong presence and Robert is living in her "territory". It doesn't take long for Rebecca and Mark to recognize that Robert is starting to imprint on Rebecca as his new master. A reality they have to quickly work to reverse.

2 ) The setting is the past, shortly after Renfield has fallen to Dracula's alluring words. Things happen and they have to leave Dracula's current lair. On their travels, Renfield is injured during the day while he is moving Dracula's coffin. Renfield is still getting used to his new powers, the call of insects do not yet catch his cravings like they will in the future. As the sun sinks, Renfield feels himself starting to fade to wounds that were worse than he realized. Dracula is awakened and finds his familiar in a bad state. The vampire is struck by an unfamiliar feeling of concern. He has grown attached to his new servant. The relationship is new and delicate. An affection that has not yet turned smothering and abusive fills Dracula. He teaches Renfield the rewards of being a loyal servant by healing his wounds for the first time.

3 ) Robert's time as a familiar has made him more than a little strange by human standards. It's things beyond the cravings to eat insects. His skin is pale, his heartbeat is slower than a human's, his body runs cooler than a normal human. He's still able to get sick but it hasn't been something that has come up since work for Dracula. Now that his supply of Dracula blood is limited to a few jugs (I'm taking liberties, shush), he refuses to take any unless he is fatally wounded. When he catches the flu from someone at therapy, it hits him hard. He has no vaccines and his body hasn't had to make antibodies in a very long time. When the fever hits, it hits him. Rebecca is busy trying to juggle her life, keeping secrets from her sister, and helping Robert get his place back. She is struck with guilt when she finally realizes Robert is sick. His fever bumped his body heat up to that of a normal human being and Rebecca hadn't noticed right away. Despite the very real fact that people from Robert's time don't handle flu well, he's still refusing to take the blood. Rebecca does her best to help and the two snuggle up since Robert can't remember what it's like to be comforted while sick. While holding him, Rebecca decides she'll have to feed him some blood when he loses consciousness if this fever doesn't break soon.

4 ) (In the past) Vampire appetites are fickle things. When in an isolated area and there's no food in the nearby seasonal village, choices have to be made. Renfield is the human nearby. Though slight changes have set in for him, he still has the power to provide a meal. He's skittish and frightened by the idea. He has seen his master eat, it makes the bugs squirm in his belly. But despite his hunger, Dracula is being strangely patient with him. Renfield knows it is his duty and agrees to let his master feed before Renfield can cower away and need to be forced. It's a horrific experience!! Renfield feels even colder than usual but is important. He is left alive. And his master's gratitude is paid forward. Renfield is allowed to curl close to his master while fighting off the quivering torment and dizziness of blood-loss. Renfield smiles while he recovers, because surely this privilege means he really is important to Master!

5 ) also, any fuckin' excuse for broken ribs and stab wounds.

Okay, those weren't short but whatever.

This movie also really leans itself to being extremely easy to crossover with lots of stuff. I wish I was still caught up with NCIS: New Orleans. that'd be perfect!

#renfield #renfield 2023 #robert montague renfield #rebecca quincy #dracula #renfield scenarios #tw: blood #tw: bugs #hurt/comfort #[It's 2:40 AM. the fuck am I doing?!

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Part 4

So a reminder, I made a post in the past about how i wanna do this story justice and make it a full fledged fic and not just the stream of consciousness it's been. So I think I'll be doing 2 more parts that hit major beats and after that I'll be outlining and eventually posting the actual full bodied fic. Anyways enjoy!

It was chaos, right up until the end. While Vecna had been on his last legs, cornered animals were always at their most dangerous. Rather than using his mind, which was being attacked by El, he used his actual hand to sink his claws into Steve and pull them over the cliff together. Every hit along the way hurt but Steve wasted no time, making sure his axe was swinging with every breath he was still taking.

When they landed on the ground below, Steve needed a moment to catch his breath. While Vecna broke his fall, it was still quite the descent. He heard two voices calling out his name when the claws that had released him during the plummet pierced him again. Steve let out a cry and plunged his axe into Vecna's chest furiously.

He heard El and Will calling out to him again and even felt the pull of trying to lift him up. But Vecna was still attached, and in his desperation trying to get into Steve's mind and break him.

"Get! Outta! My! Head!" Each word was a stab in the chest yet he didn't let go. El was tired. Will was tired. But they still needed to close the gate.

And for a shred of a moment, both Steve and Vecna's intentions combined.

"Go!", they both shouted together, the intensity of it propelling the two others back through the portal. Steve wanted to save them. Vecna wanted to get as far away as possible.

El barely had a moment to catch her breath on the other side before Eddie was on her.

"Where is he?! Where's Steve?!"

She felt as small as she had ever been and it took Nancy shaking Eddie to get him to back off. He looked so stricken El was sure she'd never forget it.

"Close it", he said through a sob.

"But Ste-", Dustin started.

"I said FUCKING CLOSE IT!"

El wasted no time then, sealing it all, hopefully for good this time.

Eddie remembered Steve's words, as everyone else collapsed around him as the gravity fell upon their shoulders.

"Don’t keep the gate open. Don’t open it again. Don’t come looking for me.”

Don't come looking for him. Well why would he need to look when he knew exactly where his husband was? In a hell world where everything was trying to kill you. So he's either lost an already dead husband or condemned him to a fate worse than death.

"I gotta get home", he said in the silence. Or maybe it wasn't silence. Someone was crying. Maybe two someones.

But he had a daughter to get home to. Lucy, who thought she'd be waking up in a world with two dads.

Eddie rubbed his face. "I gotta-", he cut himself off with a choked sound. "I gotta figure out how to tell Lucy."

"Eddie, you shouldn't be alone", Robin said, trying to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Eddie shrugged it off. "I can't be around anyone right now. Just-just give me until tomorrow? Alright?"

He would have to tell Lucy then because he could never lie to her. And this was just too big to keep from her.

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About three years later and he still finds himself struggling to tell the story. Because now it's not 'Your dad died as a noble hero' but 'One dad sacrificed the other dad'.

"So, you guys have been doing this since high school?", she asked once they were settling in the guest bed at the Byers-Hopper residence. Lucy definitely felt like she'd outgrown sleepovers with her dads, but Eddie wasn't letting her out of his sight tonight.

"Technically that was only my second time dealing with it. Your pops though, he was a regular veteran. We should've been getting discounts at the grocery store."

Despite the sad story, Lucy found herself smiling. "So, what now?"

"Now..." Eddie sighed. "Now we get him back. And we make that bastard pay."

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #a lil shorter #but i did say a full fledged one was coming #so enjoy this for now

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henry1986 · 5 months

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Guiding (Gale x Tav)

This is my first ever Tumblr post after years of lurking. I wanted to format it differently, but it's been so long so I've written anything that I can't get back into my ao3 account, so here we are. (BleuHenri on there, btw. Wrote a kickass Labyrinth fanfic some years ago now).

This may be the only thing I write or share, but something in me has been longing to share fic again after so long. Had a shitty relationship that crushed my spirit so I stopped doing anything that brought me joy...you know how it be. Now I'm super happy and adjusted to life and letting my old self come back.

The TLDR: Random oneshot about Gale and my named Tav (Fits) from Baldur's Gate because this game is insanely amazing and I fucking love Gale and I love my little oc Fits (urchin tiefling druid who named himself 'Fits' with an s because he just wants to belong).

Summary: Fits doesn't do well with the unknown. So being blinded by a spell in the middle of a battle is not his ideal situation. Cue panic attack, and cue the voice of a certain adorable wizard he's been flirting with for weeks now. Gale to the rescue!

Story Below:

It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Dry and rot, what he wouldn’t give to be a child once more, laughing off his mother’s cautions with the arrogance of youth. His current situation is neither fun nor remotely game-like, so it seems unfair that he still has to suffer the drawbacks. Today one of Fits’ few childhood memories has come back to bite him in the tail.

He’s probably going to murder Volo if they make it out of this mess.

But who is more the fool, he wonders briefly, the one with the ice pick or the one offering himself up like needlepoint? Either way he knows it’s not fair to blame the bard. Mistakes have been made, his party has been ambushed by bandits, and now he can’t see a godsdamned thing, false eye or no. Where just minutes ago his sharp tiefling vision would catch movement in any shadow, now he sees nothing but black. And what’s worse, his companions seem not to have noticed. Well, that’s his fault for breaking formation and getting separated. Stupid, stubborn rock that he is. And now that stubbornness has cost him his sight – possibly even his life.

The sounds of the battle thrash his ears, now sensitive in compensation. Somewhere to the left Karlach’s grunts mix with the dull thud of hammer on shield. The bandits shriek and curse and scream and…gargle? Perhaps that one has just met Astarion’s fangs. It would serve them right for thinking to rob a half-starved group of exhausted travellers. The thought of Gale’s stew simmering back at camp has been on everyone’s minds during the long trek back. To be delayed further has no doubt pissed them off to no end.

“Desperados and cutthroats I don’t mind, but why did we have to find the only bandits clever enough to find a mage to fight for them?” Karlach had lamented as their attackers had unleashed their secret weapon. Gale had snorted, deriding the man in torn robes as nothing more than a charlatan with a few spell scrolls on hand.

The origin of the magic is a moot point – it hasn’t made Fits any less blind. And now he’s wondering if he should call for help, or if that will alert nearby enemies, and just what is he supposed to do? His mouth is dry as a creek bed in summer. His tail flicks an anxious metronome. The not knowing has always been his undoing. Fits is no stranger to pain and loss, same as many others. If there’s a burden that needs shouldering, he’ll take the weight with few complaints. But the not knowing…the archer he’d seen earlier might still be perched atop that rocky outcrop, not yet aware of his advantage on the blinded druid. Or he might already know, and there are precious few seconds left to find shelter. He might be knocking a fresh arrow right now, as Fits stumbles backwards over a rock and hits the ground. He might be lining him up in his sights as Fits grasps desperately around for anything to use as a shield, for a tree to hide behind, for his dropped staff or –

He’s a child again, youthful arrogance snuffed to embers, no longer lucky enough to have parents to caution him. The streets are filthy and bustling, danger lurking in the shadows. He’s small, so small in this big city with no idea of where to go or around which corner the next beating will take place –

Sounds blur into a single crushing weight, ringing in his ears. His breathing is fast as a swallow bursting from its nest, like a thousand swallows in a thousand nests trying to fly free all at the same time. Usually so dextrous, his stiff hands curl in on themselves like gnarled trees aged by time. Hopelessly he drags one numb hand across his face, risking damage to his good eye by rubbing at it so viciously, desperate to make it see, please just see…

Someone’s gentle hand stills his movements.

“Come on now, no need for that. Just breathe,” someone says, prying fingers away from his face. And then three words to change everything: “I’ve got you.”

The voice is fixed with the luxury of knowing – of always knowing – and tempered by reassurance. It’s so familiar his heart leaps into his throat. Relief douses his panic so violently it’s difficult not to collapse with the intensity of it. The city streets and their thugs are cast out of mind, thrown back to the recesses of memory to haunt another day. “Gale. I...my – eyes.” The words won’t come. They’re still struggling against the tide of his laboured breathing. Through the numbness in his hands he feels the barest hint of warmth; Gale’s fingers do not stray from his, lending him strength.

“Ah, so your hearing is still keen as ever, good to know. Though how you can hear anything over the utter racket Karlach is making, I don’t know. Honestly, get between a barbarian and her next meal and may the gods protect you…”

Fits doesn’t hear the rest of the wizard’s rambling. I’ve got you. Has anyone ever said that to him in his life? Surely his parents must have at some point. There must have been a moment where he existed not as an urchin to be kicked but as a child that belonged to someone. If ever that time was, he doesn’t recall it. I’ve got you. It’s difficult with legs that feel like dead weight but he manages to climb to his feet and throw his arms around Gale. Grace is not his strong point in this moment. Gale catches him with a gently breathed ‘ooph’ as Fits bumps into different bits of him all at once.

Everything is intensified in his blindness: the pressure of Gale’s hands slipping around his waist to keep them upright, the pulsing scent of their mingled sweat and the tang of blood that speaks of fresh injury. “You’re hurt.” His fingers stumble along Gale’s arm and find a tear in the fabric. The skin beneath is slick with blood, coating his gently probing fingers.

“How in the hells did you know that? You’re blinder than the proverbial bat.” Gale sounds as if he’s trying very hard to sound amused. Fits hasn’t missed the sharp breaths that begin and end his question, a parenthesis of doubt.

“Your blood…smells strange. Different.” He inhales both to calm himself and to further investigate Gale’s scent. Fascinating.

“Ah. That would be the orb’s influence. Let me assure you, in normal circumstances my blood is indistinguishable from any others’. I’m sorry if the odour offends your sensitive nose.”

“I said it was different, not bad.” The sounds of the fight flicker and die for the briefest moment as they stand together. Gale’s hands flutter around his back before settling on a place below his shoulder blades. His fingertips meet at the spine and stay there with gentle pressure. So decisive. He wonders if the man has ever been unsure of anything in his life. What that must feel like… “I didn’t think anyone saw me go down,” Fits murmurs against the starched collar of Gale’s robes. The smell of him is grounding, chasing away his panic. “I cursed my own stupidity for straying so far off.”

“Yes – well. I admit I did question the intelligence of your decision to pursue that ‘mage’ –” he spits the word out with scorn – “On your own. And good thing I kept an eye out for you, too. I saw the spell hit you and I thought...” His voice lilts with care, stepping over the words as though they themselves are creatures to be soothed. “I know you don’t do well with the unknown. I didn’t think you’d much care for blindness.”

Fits’ anxiety has become no secret to the wizard in the last few weeks. He’s never been more grateful to have such a confidant. Especially when a hail of somethings whizz right by, spraying around them like deadly rain, and he feels the warmth of Gale’s magic envelop them both in a shield. It’s like stepping into honeyed sunlight from a cool spring shadow. His skin prickles. He can feel it even after they’ve stepped apart. Gale’s magic always feels so different to his own.

“Will you two stop flirting for one gods-damned minute and do something useful?!”

Fits winces at Astarion’s tone. Usually, the elf takes great delight in watching the two of them dance awkwardly around each other. Apparently his patience only stretches so far on long days. Fits shakes the moment off, refusing to imagine a lovely blush on Gale’s cheeks when he hears the man cough pointedly. It’s difficult to focus with nothing to visually keep his attention, but he figures they should probably start helping.

“I don’t suppose you could be my seeing-eye wizard until this spell wears off?” he asks lightly, amazed at the recovery of his confidence.

“It would be my absolute pleasure,” Gale replies.

Fits can hear the curved edges of his smile. When they clasp hands, it feels as if for the first time – every ridge and dip of Gale’s palm is treasured new information. He catalogues the placement of each ring on the man’s fingers, evaluates the silver clang of them against his own single allowance of metal: his mother’s ring. Their hands sway as Gale swoops down momentarily with a soft grunt – his knees often protest such actions – and then he returns the precious weight of Fits’ staff to his free hand. With that the last of his anxiety pools to dull thunder in the back of his head, and they get to work.

When the last bandit collapses to the ground a short time later, Karlach’s triumphant call for dinner is echoed back by all. They trudge back to camp, tired but enthusiastic. Astarion asks if there’s any of that half-decent wine still left. Usually this leads to a quick but snarky conversation between him and Gale. ‘If you took any interest in maintaining the camp supplies, you’d know the answer to that.’ ‘But you do such a fine job of it darling, I’d simply mess it up if I tried to help.’ ‘That sounds awfully familiar to your arguments against chopping firewood and washing dishes.’ ‘But true nonetheless.’ They say no such things tonight. Gale’s thumb brushes Fits’ and he tells Astarion in a distracted voice that yes there might be some left, certainly, he’d have a look.

They find a comfortable alignment on the path back, Fits trusting the wizard to guide him. Each time the party changes direction or pauses to scout, Gale murmurs a soft instruction. It’s an experience that would have been terrifying for him at most other times in his life. He’s never completely given himself over to the care of someone else, let alone someone he’s known so short a time. But Gale is different. They’ve been friends from the moment Fits pulled him out of that portal. And now…well, Gale warns him about rocks in the path and at one point helps him climb a fallen log. The sensation of straddling the tree with Gale’s voice so close in his ear – “That’s it, up you go, just like that –” does things to his insides that are better left for late night contemplation.

Eventually his vision returns, the comforting greens of nature a welcome sight, Lae’zel’s torchlight too bright for his sensitive eye - the one that hasn't been gouged out by an ice pick. Yet for all his relief he somehow feels a pang of loss, like the unravelling of a well-kept secret between two people. So as his eyes readjust Fits says nothing, enjoying the feel of Gale’s fingers jostling his in their loose grip, walking along in silence. If Gale notices at some point the druid’s steps become more confident, his pace not at all like that of a man still blinded…well. He doesn’t say anything, and they don’t stop holding hands the whole way back to camp.

#bg3 oc #baldurs gate 3 #gale baldurs gate 3 #my tav #tav bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale dekarios

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jihyocentric · 1 year

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namosa rich g!p momo taking nayeon and sana out of the country somewhere tropical. they’ve never been before but it’s a regular thing for momo. they’re just two starry eyed girls but momo is a sleazy prick only thinking about her *youknowwhat*

(i didn't understand this rq so it's possibly different than what you wanted)

"so you come here often and you never brought us?!" nayeon squealed, dropping her bags to the ground as she takes a peek of the outside view. from the windows of the hotel they were staying, they could clearly see the beach, and nayeon was eager to go take a swim.

momo shrugs. "i always come for work. now i'm here on vacation with my girls."

sana sips on the juice she'd bought earlier and plays with the straw in it as she watches momo panting and placing their suitcases and bags on the nearest surface she finds. she made momo carry everything she brought 'because she was thirsty and her arms were hurting from lifting heavy weights' — at least that's what she told momo, so she sits on the bed and finishes her juice peacefully while momo massages her sore arms and regains her breath.

"can we go to the beach yet?" sana asks then, after finishing her juice, her legs crossed.

"we need to eat first. and i need to rest, i think my muscles are strained." momo says, her face red from the effort. "don't worry, we have all week to enjoy the beach. besides it's better at night, you will see. the bar opens and there's nice music."

while nayeon badly wants to go outside, she knows momo probably feels tired after sana making her carry her luggage around, so she gives momo a break.

not for long, though, because at night when they're all well rested from the flight and the hours they took in a car to get there, nayeon is the one who makes the most demands. she's curious and wants to try out every types of drinks and foods when they're at the beach, and at some point momo gives up on trying to catch up with her and just handles nayeon her credit card, allowing both sana and nayeon to have their fun.

"one more?" nayeon asks sana, who had already finished her nth drink.

sana shakes her head. "i can't handle more."

"me neither. their drinks are good but they're too strong..." nayeon comments, sighing when she watches momo being stopped when she comes back from a swim. "these girls seem to really like her. i'm starting to get jealous."

sana turns her head towards where nayeon was looking at, and she isn't surprised when she sees momo talking to a girl who even dared to touch her shoulder. it wasn't the first time it happened that night.

"should we do something about it?" sana asks nayeon with a smile on her lips that said it all.

nayeon laughs deviously. alcohol in her system always made her worse than the usual and sana loved to see it. "just wait 'till we get back to the hotel."

when momo arrives at the table sana and nayeon were sitting, she doesn't realize both of them were plotting. she never did really, always a victim of their antics, so she sit there completely clueless to their plan. it wouldn't be that bad, though, because momo did nothing wrong and deep down nayeon and sana only wanted an excuse to mess around with momo. they always had a blast doing so.

going back to the hotel was a bit hard. for momo, that is. nayeon wanted momo to carry her because she was tired and drunk, and sana couldn't complain about it, although she wanted momo to carry her as well — she had already made use of momo's arms earlier when she decided to make her carry her luggage, and now it was nayeon's turn.

but when they got back to their room, nayeon seemed to completely sober up. momo thought they would fall asleep right away after the amount of drinks they had, but she was quite wrong, realizing it only when she was already out of her clothes.

"oh, momo, you've been such a bad girl..." sana purrs next to momo's ears, her voice raspy and throat still burning from the alcohol she drank earlier.

"i have not! nayeon, what are you doing? i thought you said you were tired!" momo sits back at the edge of the bed, confused, but not really complaining about nayeon stripping for her.

nayeon pouts and, as if she doesn't have the energy to find her controlling side, she just sits on momo's lap and look at sana with a knowing look.

"i know we were going to punish her but i just really want to come." nayeon says with a heavy sigh, ignoring momo and looking at sana.

"punish me?! but i did nothing wrong," momo complains, but even then her cock stiffens when nayeon sits on her bare lap. sana and nayeon don't seem to hear her.

"we'll do it tomorrow then," sana agrees with nayeon on letting it go momentarily.

momo doesn't even try to question them anymore, because her words get lost in the air when nayeon rises her hips briefly and sinks down on her cock, both of them letting out a gasp. momo didn't have that in mind for the day but she was more than happy to let her girls do whatever they wanted.

sana licks her lips as she watches them, placing kisses against momo's neck as nayeon rides her. nayeon was more than sensitive, coming quicker than usual, and maybe the drinks she had were the cause for her eagerness. momo groans and slaps nayeon's ass when she feels the older woman's walls clamping around her, knowing it wouldn't be the only time nayeon came that night.

"that felt so good..." nayeon says, relieved and partially sated, hopping off momo's lap to give space for sana.

sana lets out a moan when she takes a look at momo's still hard cock all coated in nayeon's slick, and she can't resist but get on her knees in front of momo and lick it clean. she doesn't do it for long, as momo was nearing the edge and she wanted momo to come inside of her.

"so hard for us," sana coos, placing a kiss at momo's tip.

"always." momo replies, watching as sana gets up and presents herself on her fours. "you always like it from behind, huh? naughty girl," momo teases, sheathing herself inside sana nice and hard.

nayeon watches them as she touches herself, clearly the most worked up of the three. sana whimpers when momo takes off quick from the start, pounding her hard into the bed, rough, as if she wanted to leave a message. the message was even more clear when momo slapped her ass just like she did with nayeon, but with sana she did it more than once and painted her ass red, knowing sana got off with pain.

"oh my-" sana moans loudly, but momo places a hand over her mouth and denies her from screaming. the walls might be thin and momo didn't want to disturb anyone. "momo!" sana whines, coming all over momo's cock.

momo follows and, much to nayeon's disappointment, she fills sana up instead of her. her cum trickles down sana's thighs, and when momo pulls out she makes an even bigger mess.

"i wanted that in me." nayeon frowns, eyes greedily staring at sana's leaking core.

momo smiles. "clean sana up and i might give you one too."

#anon #nayeon #sana #momo #namosa #namo #samo #sanayeon #g!p #fill

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what-aboutno · 5 months

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Alternative wriochiluc dynamic where Diluc is exs with both of them and Wriochi start dating years later. They all meet again and it becomes really awkward. And Diluc realises oh I still have feelings for them and tries to avoid the pair. Wriothesley and Childe seem determined to talk to him though

Diluc can't imagine why theyd want to talk. Wriothesley and Childe try to talk to Diluc because both of them after seeing him again talked and realised they're both still in love with Diluc and want to at least figure out what happened in the past

Diluc has always tried to run away from his problems. He left during at night leaving Wriothesley. He suddenly left Childe to return to Mondstadt. So when he's confronted with both of them he can't help but want to run again. He runs because he's scared of what it means to love someone again.

They had really messy breakups which makes Diluc feel even worse when he's like oh... Since he doesn't think he deserves to love them again

They do end up talking after making sure Diluc can't run away again and some angst.

Here are some more notes and scenes if I ever write this fic

They meet again when the traveler brings Wriothesley and Childe to Mond to help out with a few things. End of the day the traveler brings them to angels share for a drink and to catch up with Diluc. So their first meeting is really awkward when the traveler introduces Diluc to not one but two of his exes who he ended things with no explanation.

Wriothesley and Childe do try to talk to him in the bar but Diluc just puts on the customer service persona so it doesn't go anywhere. They try again after he's locked up the bar and corner him but Diluc just ignored them and runs away. Since neither Wriothesley or Childe know the city very well yet Diluc gets away very fast and they lose track of him.

Now over that period of time Wriothesley and Childe stay in Mond they try so hard to talk to Diluc. Anytime they do see him they'll plead to just chat for even a second and he runs away. Those words to eventually get to him but here's where It gets messier.

Diluc doesn't know the two are dating until he thought he was ready to talk to them. Only to catch them kissing in some alleyway. And he's so confused on these feelings he has that he just apologises and leaves again.

When I say they corner him I literally mean one day Wriothesley and Childe went to angels share after closing and forced Diluc to talk.

The sound of the front door opening gets Diluc attention "We're closed"

He turned to see what drunkard would be waiting for him only to see Wriothesley and Childe.

"Diluc"

"We're closed please come back tomorrow"

"We just want to talk"

"I've told you before I'm not interested. Please leave..."

"What are you so scared of"

Everything. Diluc thinks to himself

"Nothing"

"Then why won't you talk to us"

Damn he's got him there... There really was no way out of this situation.

They have a long chat after this and become somewhat friends. But Diluc feels really guilty because he comes to the realisation he's fallen in love with both of them again...

It doesn't help that Wrio and Childe are so in love with each other because it means Diluc sees it all the time. And he can't bring himself to say anything because he thinks he doesn't get to be in love after being the one to break up with them before. And that same fear of love only to lose it again.

After talking for a while Diluc and Wriothesley eventually have a chat when Diluc was looking over the city.

"Aren't you needed back in Fontaine"

"I'm sure the Prison of Meropide will be fine for another week" Diluc only hums in response as he looks over the city again

"What's on your mind"

"Nothing..."

Wriothesley gives him a pointed look and Diluc can almost hear the plea to open up more. But he ignores it. They joke around for a bit before Diluc asks

"Can I be selfish just this once?"

This is where Wriothesley and Diluc have their first kiss after their breakup

This version is just wriochiluc but they're worse

#zara rambles #wriochiluc #wooo more au stuff i havent posted here skdjd #this is one of the more fleshed out ideas i have of them. the other being the wriochiluc series #people on twt seemed to have liked this idea #i do plan on posting more stuff from the timely account to here i just haven't yet snsjdjs #i will write this fic one day... a few more parts would need to get planned out first though

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lmelodie · 5 months

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Back Together BlackIce things Pt. 2

Late night posting addition. Part one is Right Here. Will there be a part three? Four even? Depends on how long their gonna rot my brain for. We'll see.

I just wanna inform everyone that the only way the scenario would go concerning a BlackIce, Who Did This to You? moment would be one asking this and the other responding like: YOU DID ASSHOLE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY NOT REMEMBER THIS??

And the other who asked has to go like: ….Oh! Oh yeah! Huh. Die mad about it then >:|

My Worst Nightmare (affectionate)

Since they first knew each other, Jack has been ADAMANT, whole heartedly believes, that there's an audible difference between Killian laughing WITH him vs. AT him. He says he can hear the subtle difference but everyone else thinks he's crazy.

Conversations involving catching up about all the things that have happened in the past 910 yrs.

K: So yeah, I did get my leg caught in a bear trap once and that was pretty wild.

J: YOU DID WHAT??

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J: Did I ever tell you that I was kidnapped by pirates once?

K: Did I ever tell you that I was a pirate once

J: Doesn't surprise me. You do look like you contracted scurvy a while ago and still hasn't been able to get rid of it.

You bet your sweet ASS that Jack takes full advantage of that stupid fucking scarf he always wears. That shits ALWAYS getting yanked.

There will be the very occasional snow on Halloween. Jack uses this as a very blatant lie of an excuse to visit Kills on the job during the holiday.

They both STILL hold a grudge on Cupid. Stupidly in love once again and they still hate his guts. They tried complaining about it to him once and Cupid goes:

"Oh, so what I'm hearing is that you wanna break up YET AGAIN!? You wanna fall out of love twice, fuckers? Because I can make that happen! I can take all that away again right now. Stop running ya mouths."

The both of them never brought it up again after that.

👏Making👏up👏with👏the👏Mother's👏in👏Law👏

Mostly Jack is the one with the uphill climb on that front. Duna hates his GUTS and there is such a minute microscopic chance of her coming around to him again. And the image of Jack absolutely floundering about trying to win over this woman is amazing.

At some point Killian goes: "Dude, it's not gonna work. I expected this and it's fine that she doesn't like you."

And Jack goes: "It is NOT fine. I WILL win her over somehow and she WILL like me!"

Spoiler alert: She doesn't.

WINTER STREETS/FORESTS AT NIGHT!!!

It's their whole vibe and they love hanging out in those areas in the dead of night in the middle of winter. Because ugh it's freezing cold, it's scary dark, there is no one around and it's completely uninhabitable and miserable. But not to them!! They are probably the only ones who will find such a scenario thoroughly enjoyable and romantic even.

Killian, along with not being able to slow dance, also can't ice skate! He's never learned, so Jack abuses this 100% and has frozen many lakes to force him out on. It's the same thing as the dancing where it's one of the rare instances that he's more dependent on him. Ego boost of the century.

PLUS, MORE BED SHARING DIATRIBES! Because it's my new favorite thing

They don't sleep in the same bed often. Jack only needs to sleep every couple days and Kills every week, so it's only occasionally that this happens at all.

There is no one designated big/little spoon. They switch on almost a daily basis. They're both switches. It's just a matter of who initiates first that day.

BUT! Killian does sleep with his eyes open. So as long as Jack is not directly facing him as he's trying to sleep, it's all good.

It's a nonnegotiable requirement that Kills sleeps with the heated blanket. If he doesn't, he will get hypothermia in the night and will complain about it for the entire rest of the following day.

The night always starts of very normal, but as they sleep, they just get more and more tangled up. And it's WORSE because Killian's joints can bend in impossible ways, so they wake up the next morning absolutely MANGELED and in a mess of limbs.

#nonart #textpost #BlackIce #hc #the santa clause #thinking about They #thinking about them actually being nice to eachother for once #thinking about them actually wanting to spend time with the other #i wanna imagine they make each other laugh a lot #sorry to post so late but when the gays come calling

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babeczka415 · 1 year

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Die for me - Part 3

Final Part

Six months… six months since I walked away from Jake. I only went back to get the rest of my stuff. I found an apartment which was perfect for just me.

Thankfully noone from the group picked sides when we ended things. I swear they still think we will get back together but I can't say we will. I do miss him a ton, everything about him honestly. I've tried dating but nothing more than two or three dates and then I end it.

Hannah and Thomas are having a baby and today is the gender reveal party at the Aurora. After asking Hannah a million questions I'm pretty certain it's a girl so I grab my short fit and flair dress that's a soft mauve pink. It's a little chilly this fall afternoon so I threw on my boots and a leather jacket.

Jessy and Dan pick me up because honestly knowing Jake will be there I would chicken out. Especially because I know he's been seeing someone because of Lilly. She tells me it's nothing serious but she's meeting the whole gang tonight, me included and my heart breaks.

There's a knock on the door and it's Jessy. Dan is waiting in the car, so I grab my purse and present and we head over there.

The parking lot is pretty much full with everyone there and I see Jake and his new girl walking in. Dan sees my mood get worse and has Jessy go in. We stand outside for a moment while I catch my breath.

"Dan, how am I going to handle this? She's gorgeous,``I feel the tears forming but I have to stop them.

"Hey it's his loss. Honestly we're all hoping she's just a space filler for now. Also I didn't tell you this but he's asked about you to everyone."

I look at him, "really?" I ask uncertain if I still want to face him.

"Plus your way prettier than her and a better fit for the gang" he says with a chuckle.

"Dan, you don't even know her!" I laugh as he hugs me.

"Nah but no one will be a better fit then you for that hackerman."

"Thanks Dan" I say with a smile as we walk inside.

I put my gift down and go up to Hannah and Thomas and I give them both hugs.

"Hey before you get much further we need to ask you something?" Says Hannah holding my hand.

"Anything you know I'm always here" I say with a smile.

"That's exactly why you want to ask you this. You've been there for us since you became just a random number and we would love for you to be this baby's godmother" she says with a smile.

"Of course '' I exclaim. "Now let's find out the gender so I can spoil them" I say with a laugh.

"Later we will find out, don't worry" she says.

I see Thomas is hiding something, "who is the godfather?" I ask unsure if I want the answer.

"I am why?" I hear Jake walk up and his new girl is attached to him.

"I guess you and me are always going to be apart of each other lives then" I say as my smile fades away.

"Hi, im Ava" says the girl as she puts her hand out.

"Hi, I'm MC" I say as I walk past them.

"What's her problem?" She asks.

"Let me go find out" I hear Jake.

I'm sitting at the bar with a whiskey neat and I see someone sit down. I expect Thomas until I turn to say something and see him. I can't even think of anything to say so I just take a drink.

"Really MC? You can't be nice to her?" He asks.

I sigh "what I said Hi, I'm MC. I'm sorry but that's as nice as you're gonna get from me. If it wasn't for Hannah begging me to come even though you were gonna be here I wouldn't have." I say turning towards him.

He's looking right at me and I see those blue eyes staring back at me. "I'm trying to move on since I thought we were the end game" he says.

"Yeah I thought so too but guess not. How long have you known her?" I ask, looking towards her.

"Two months. I don't know why I even brought her today." There's a pause and I look at him those blue eyes are still holding love as he looks at me. "Wait, I know why. I thought you would have a plus one."

"Well I don't. Nothing more than three dates since I walked out of that house. Tons of guys try but none have stuck yet I guess." I say taking a drink.

"MC" he says and she comes walking up.

"Lets go get some food and introduce me to everyone" she says, taking his hand.

"Jake, I'm sorry" I say before she pulls him away.

I watch them for a bit before some music comes on and Dan comes up to me "I was right. I don't like her."

"She's not a forever thing for him. I can tell you that." I say taking a drink.

"So there is a chance for the best couple to get back together." He has that smirk about him.

I sigh because I guess it's obvious today. "Okay yes I miss him. I miss everything about him. Why do you think I can't date anymore?"

"Because you guys are meant to be. Let me get her away from him and I'll get Phil to play your guy's song."

As he gets up I grab his hand "no he looks happy right now" I say with a sigh.

"You didn't see how he was looking at you when you guys were talking before. He's still in love with you" he leaves and goes to Phil at the end of the bar. I see him grab a beer and a whiskey after a few minutes and I see him walk up to Jake and Ava. He gets her to take the beer and pulls her away from him slowly.

Jake stands there talking to Thomas and then "When You Say Nothing at All" by Alison Krauss starts to play. I look at Phil and shake my head. As I turn around I see Jake walking up to me.

"Did you have something to do with this?" He has that smirk that melts my heart.

"No it was all Dan I swear" I say as I feel myself blushing.

"Well we shouldn't let this song go to waste" he puts his hand out.

"What will Ava think?" I say.

"I honestly don't care. After this is over I'm done with her. I have only room for one person in my heart and I want her back." He takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor.

He pulls me close and I smell him for the first time all day. As we dance I get lost in his blue eyes that are just filled with love.. I remember when we first danced to this song and the fact it was going to be our first dance at the wedding. I am the only person that can get this man to listen to anything country, yet alone dance to it. The song comes to an end and he dips me down. As he pulls me back up my heart feels like it's in my throat and I'm lost in the moment.I feel a hand tap my shoulder that brings me back to the party. "Um he's mine '' I hear Ava say.

I sigh and let go, he has no idea how hard he just made it for me. "Sorry he asked since it was our song" I said looking at her then walk away.

"MC please don't walk away" I hear him plead.

I stop in my tracks but don't turn around. I want him just as much as I hear his want for me in his voice but he brought a plus one. Dan and Jessy sees the struggle on my face and know what's happening now. I see the smile on Jessy's face but I walk outside for some fresh air.

I sit down at the patio tables needing this fresh air. Until I hear the door swing open, "NO YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME!" I hear Ava yell.

I sigh because I needed a moment to think and here they come.

"Ava, I didn't know she was going to be here but you know what I shouldn't have brought you. I should have ended what this was before it even started but I was trying to move on" his voice is calm.

He was never one to yell at a woman even when she's in his face yelling like she is. She storms away " I'm calling a cab. Go have your fun but I won't answer if you call me."

He looks at me but walks back inside. She turns around and sees me. She sits down as she calls for a cab but doesn't say anything to me at first.

I tilt my head back against the wall and close my eyes trying to just refocus why I'm here until I hear her voice say my name.

"MC right?" She asks.

I look at her "Yes. I just want to let you know I never planned for that to happen. I'm not sure what he told you about me but we have a history."

"Yeah he told me you are his ex-fiance. I should've known you would be here and I couldn't win his heart fully if you were still around." She sighs, putting her head in her hands.

"He's a lot to handle, believe me I know. Also I'm sorry you didn't get a true chance with him." I say as the door opens and it's Jessy.

"They are revealing the gender" she says casually.

"You should join us. At least get some more food before you leave." I say trying to be nice.

"Honestly if I see the way he looks at you one more time I'll lose it. The moment you walked in the door, I knew there was history and I had no chance" she says pulling her phone out.

I stand up and fix my dress "okay no problem" I head inside. I think about what she said with him looking at me. As I walk in he looks at me and I swear I stop breathing. He comes up to me but I walk away from him to where everyone else is and they have the cake getting ready to cut it. I stand next to Jessy and I feel a hand wrap around me, I look and see him looking at me. I smack his chest gently and point at the cake. He understands and we watch.

As they pull the cake out I see blue filling and while I'm happy for them I wish it was a girl. I go to pull away but he pulls me close, spinning me around.

He whispers in my ear, " tell me this feeling is mutual still." I melt in his arms and I feel the smile on my skin.

I feel Jessy come up and push a piece of cake between us and says softly "not the place you two."

He pulls away and looks into my eyes "it's so mutual but she's right" I say moving away.

I go to get a piece and Hannah pulls it away from me "what's going on between you and Jake?" She asks.

"I guess we're getting back together" I say, trying to contain my excitement.

"I knew you two wouldn't stay away from eachother long" she chuckles.

"Seriously if you hadn't forced me here it would of been longer but you know I can't say no to this." I grab the cake from her hand and feel arms around me again.

This time the arms are fully around my waist. He isn't even trying to hide his feelings if Ava does walk in. I take a bite of the cake and i see his head on my shoulder and I give him a piece from mine.

"So what's his name going to be?" I hear Jake ask.

"We're still unsure as of now" says Thomas.

"Well he will be loved and spoiled by Jake and I" I say with a smile.

Jake pulls me away and into Phils office. He pins me against the door and leans into kiss me. My lips meet his and it's passionate and rough. I manage to pull away and look into his eyes. He knows he has me melted as he leans in to kiss me more and there is a knock on the door.

"Out of my office you two!" Yells Phil

I giggle like teenagers getting caught and I whisper in his ear, "come home with me.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #fanfic #mc x jake #everbyte duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom #jake duskwood

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undertale-anomaly20 · 8 months

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Mortal Kombat 10 x reader: Chapter 3

2 weeks later

"Shit!"

"Watch your tongue!"

"I know you're a ninja and all but this is bull-ow!"

"You will learn to control yourself or die trying"

"In that case I am gonna die!"

Right now master Hasashi, as I am not to call him, has me balancing on one foot at the top of a 5 meter pole while his students at to hit me with pebbles, fuckers are accurate. He said this is to be an anger level test I call it 'hit Viper' so far this has gone on for 10 minutes "I swear to god I will-ow! Ok that's-" "Viper! Keep calm! If I even see one ember you will go without dinner!" I grumble to myself as I try not to flame up 'this sucks. I can take hits, it's when my friends are in danger or have been hurt I lose it' everything was fine, everything was alright I would not break for anything.

Until one of them managed to peg me in the head.

I flame up "that's it!" I yell jumping down from it and watch the students run off "Viper!" I flinch while I de-flame at the sound of my alias name and look to master Hasashi "yes?" "no dinner tonight" I wanted to argue but he warned me. I nod "yes grandmaster" I said bowing then walk away. I walk around the corner and bump into someone "sorry" I said not looking "it's fine, I should have been looking as well" I look to the owner of the voice and see "you are Takahashi Takeda right?" I asked "yeah how did you-" "master Hasashi talks of your progress in becoming chujin often" he smiles then looks at me for a while "what are you looking at?" he snaps out of his trance and blushes "s-sorry it's just you have such beautiful eyes. I've never seen anything like them" I blush a strawberry red that's visible even with my mask "h-how they're just a plain (eye colour)" "actually they're (non eye colour e.g Amber), have you never seen yourself in a mirror" I giggle a little "no not really, you also have lovely eyes" "thanks but I don't know you" "I'm Viper" he chuckled "ok now how about your real name" I frown "I'm sorry but I can't tell you" he looked confused "why not?" "Because I can't, not yet" I try to walk past him but he catches my arm "humour me or at least give me a clue" I sigh and look back to him "I'm not who I appear to be yet I am, I'm younger than the people I once knew even though I should be older, I am the question and answer to Earthrealm" I left as soon as I said those words.

I walked to my quarters which are next to master Hasashis' and collapse on my futon "this sucks" I muttered into my futon. My body ached from the pebbles and bruises already began to form as I was about to rest I heard a knock at the door "unless the temple is under attack go away" I said lifting my head momentarily. I hear the door slide open and closed and felt someone sit on the futon next to me "lady (Name)-" "that's Viper to you, Master Hasashi" I said interrupting him he sighs "I know training with us is painful but how else do you expect to become stronger" "hate to burst your Zen bubble, master, but I trained with Mileena in outworld for a year. I think I know pain" he chuckles "be that as it may you still lack-" "I swear to god you say 'discipline' I will burn you" "no you lack self-control with your fire. You need to control your temper or you will burn those you care about" I had a quick flashback of when I burnt Mileena "I know, I have already" I sit up on my knees and face Master Hasashi "master-" "in private you may call me Hanzo" "Hanzo, I'm worried" he gives me a confused look "about what?" "Last time I was here I done my best to prevent my friends deaths and now that I'm back nothing's changed. What if this time I make things worse?" I said looking down. Hanzo lifts my chin up with his hand "you are (Name) (last name), a pyromancer and a member of the Shirai Ryu, you will not fail you will succeed" he said smiling I nod when he let go of my chin "Hanzo I would like to make a request..." I said looking him in the eye "in 5 years' time I would request that you send me to work for the special forces and not tell them of my true identity, there are things I must prevent from happening" he looked at me for a while "I shall consider your request" I smiled under my mask "thank you" he reached out his hand and placed it on my mask "(Name)" I was surprised this is the first time he ever called me by my name without putting 'lady' before it "if I grant you your request will you return to us, to me?" I blush at his words and as he pulls my mask down "I-" he pulls me in for a hug and holds me "I do not think my heart could bare you staying away. So please return to us" I held him tightly I couldn't just tell him about being Mileena's queen, it would probably break his heart "I will Hanzo I promise" I said as he let me go I see his smiling face which made me smile "thank you *pulls my mask back up* Viper" he stands and then leaves.

I was about to lay down when another knock on the door was heard "come in" I called out making sure my mask was on when Takeda walked in "hey" he said sitting down "hey" I replied smiling "you and master Hasashi seem really close" I chuckle "you could say that, we have known each other for a long time" "how long?" "Since the last mortal kombat tournament" he looked shocked "but that was over 20 years ago! How old are you?" "I know and I'm 21" "I don't understand" "you will one day, Takeda" for a few moments we were silent "so um...if you don't mind maybe you and I could hang out some time?" I blushed looking at him "I um...I guess that would be ok but do you have time during your training?" he smiles "I should but not until next month, that's when my test to decide whether I become chujin or not is" I place a hand on his shoulder "I believe in you, you will succeed" he smiles happily "right but I need to know what you're doing here? Not that I'm unhappy meeting you but up until 2 weeks ago I've never heard of you" I start to undo my hair "ever heard of Mileena?" "Of course! She was the Queen of outworld" "no she was the King of outworld" "but I thought she would have been the queen" "no she preferred king, besides she already had a queen" "oh yeah who?" "No one's sure. Not many people got to see the queen and only knew that Mileena loved to call her pretty bird" he nods "so you're from outworld?" he asked "that's right"

"So why are you here?" "Master Hasashi is training me to control my rage or to be specific" I light my hand on fire startling him "my fire" he looked at it in awe "wow, so you're a pyromancer like the grandmaster?" "more or less, he uses hell fire I use regular fire" I make the flames disappear and run my fingers through my hair and feel Takeda hold some of it "*chuckles* you like my hair?" he quickly drops it and blushes looking away "s-sorry! It's just...your hair is so long it reminds me of my mothers' and how I used to play with it as a child before she died" my smile drops instantly and sit closer to him then hug him, I feel him become stiff under my touch "I can understand how you must feel. I lost many friends and relatives at a young age. At age 4 I lost my grandmother, age 8 I lost my father, then I lost my grandfather and aunt at age 15 and finally at age 18 I lost 3 people I grew some-what close to" I smiled as I felt him hug me back "t-thanks" he stuttered. I let him go allowing him to stand up "I um should probably go and if you need help training I'd be more than happy to assist you" he said "that's sounds nice I'd appreciate" I yawned laying down he nods and leaves as I fall asleep.

1 month later

3rd P.O.V

the abandoned city previously seen in Chapter 1. Takeda walks through the devastated remains of the once vibrant metropolis, outfitted in the yellow garb of the Shirai Ryu. He warily scans his surroundings, but there are no signs of life throughout the entire urban wasteland. He approaches the edge of a building, taking cover next to it. As he peeks around the corner, a chained kunai impales itself into the concrete inches from his head. Hanzo Hasashi pulls his weapon back into his grasp. Takeda charges at him with a scissors kick, but the two strikes are blocked easily by Scorpion. He throws several more kicks, but Hanzo evades them all. The former wraith goes on the offensive with several punches, two of which Takeda isn't quick enough to block. He takes them full in the face. Takeda rallies and jumps into a spin kick. Hanzo avoids the kick, but Takeda grabs one of his holstered swords from his back. It takes the Shirai Ryu master a few moments - and a double take - before he realises what Takeda did. When he does, he pulls out the other sword and readies himself.

The two ninjas engage in a swordfight, each parrying the other's swipes at lightning quick speed. After Hanzo dodges a swipe at his waist, Takeda throws his sword directly at his master's sword-hand. Scorpion blocks the attack and sends the stolen sword soaring skywards, but that gives Takeda the opening to charge forward and jump-kick his master square in the face. Hasashi falls down hard, and Takahashi catches the falling sword. He swings it downward, but stops it an inch from his master's neck. For a moment he does nothing but give his mentor a knowing look "Yield" says Takeda looking down on his master. Hanzo flashes a brief smile "Well done" Hanzo says congratulating Takeda. He lightly pushes the sword away and offers his hand. Takeda accepts it and pulls him to his feet "You are now Chujin" He places a hand on his chest and bows. Takeda bows in response and offers him back his sword "You honour me, Master Hasashi" clapping is heard in the distance. They turn their heads to see 'Viper' walking towards them "nice job, Takeda. I knew you could do it" she said smiling under her mask Takeda blushes a little at her compliment then turns back to Hanzo giving him back the blade "Now that I'm Chujin, how will I serve the clan?" "Your future does not lie with the Shirai Ryu" Takeda looked to Viper for an answer but received a shrug "But... the clan's my family" Hanzo turns away, but continues speaking "When I took you in, I promised your father—" "I don't have a father" Takeda says interrupting Hanzo.

"Yes you do. One who's proud of you. A Chujin in record time" The blind swordsman bows to Takeda, but the younger man looks furious rather than happy "You knew he was coming? You said nothing?!" Takeda asked Hanzo and Viper furious "Knowing this would be your reaction, yes" Hanzo replies, Takeda turns to Viper "and you?" he asked "no" she replied shaking her head. Takeda moves forward, ready to attack his father "Takeda! Your father is not your enemy" Hanzo warns him but the younger Takahashi remains unconvinced, and he addresses the elder Takahashi directly "Ten years. No visits, nothing. You abandoned me" "I did not abandon you—" "I was eight! My mother had just died! NOW you come back? Think you can jump right in as the proud dad?" "Son, I—" He tries to touch Takeda's shoulder, but finds his hand angrily slapped away "To hell with you! I am not your son!"

They fight. Reluctant to fight his own flesh and blood, Kenshi is soon at the disadvantage against the newly minted Chujin. After a brief melee, he is soon down on the ground thanks to his son "Now get up! I wanna knock you down again!" Takeda says as Kenshi is rising, Takeda moves in to strike him again when Viper placed a hand on his shoulder "Takeda, your father didn't abandon you" she said making Takeda turn to her "then what do you call leaving me here after my mother dies?" he growled "I call it protecting you from your mothers murderers" "She... she died in an accident!" "That is the story I asked Master Hasashi to tell you" Kenshi said as he stands to his feet "But in truth, your mother was killed by Red Dragon assassins. I was the target. Suchin was the victim" Takeda growls in fury and lunges forward, grabbing Kenshi by his outfit "Son of a bitch! It was your fault!" He makes no move to strike him, though. Viper gently removes his hands and moving him a few feet away from his father while still holding his hands "Takeda. Takeda look at me" Viper says getting Takeda to look at her and letting go of his hands "think about it, if he had told you the truth you would have went after them un-prepared and would have been killed. Kenshi would have been crushed enough as it is by your mother's death had you died as well he would have probably lost the strength to move on. He has devoted his life and time to fighting monsters like the red dragon they are at fault here not him" Takeda seemed to calm down at her words and Takeda says nothing, but slowly processes the information he's being told "Master Hasashi has perfected your fighting skills" Kenshi said.

His next words echo in Takeda's head, rather than being spoken aloud "(Telepathically) Now it is time to complete your training" Takeda instinctively puts his hand to his head, in the stance he will later adopt when putting his own telepathic skills to use "How—how did you do that?" "(Telepathically) we are telepaths. A family gift" "I can read minds?" "(Telepathically) through training, we will determine your full abilities" He reverts to speaking his next words "And then we will hunt down the Red Dragon. Together" He puts a hand on Takeda's shoulder. This time it is not slapped away. Viper looks to Hanzo and smiles as he does the same to her, Kenshi walks up to viper and bows "(telepathically) it is not wise to hide you're true identity, lady (Name), you must tell your friends you are alive at some point" Vipers eyes widen slightly hearing Kenshi's voice and tested to see if she could send a message back "(telepathically) I know, I will reveal myself when the time is right but for now I shall be known as viper" Kenshi smiles "until we meet again, master Hanzo, Viper" Kenshi said bowing then walks away ushering Takeda to follow, Takeda turns to Viper "(telepathically) but I don't want to leave her" Viper could tell that Takeda wanted to stay but she thought it was because the Shirai Ryu became his home. She nodded to him with a look in her eyes telling him to go. He smiles and walks beside his father.

Viper breathes a sigh of relief "now he can begin" she said looking to Hanzo "yes, and now you begin your training to control the movement of your fire" she nods and prepare to train.

5 years later

A fire ball twirls in the sky around the temple creating a fire halo around it "HEADMISTRESS VIPER! THE GRANDMASTER WISHES TO SEE YOU!" one of the students shouted causing the fire ball to descend to the ground. Just before it hit the ground it stopped and began to shrink until it formed into ,a slightly older, (Name), her body held a few scars including one across her cheek which was light and almost unnoticable others were on her arms and some on her back both from her training with Mileena and training with Hanzo. she nods to the student and walks to Hanzos' chambers "Master Hasashi?" she called out "you may enter, mistress Viper" she heard him reply. She enters the room and kneels before him "you summoned me, master?" "The time has come for you to leave" Viper was confused "you requested, 5 years ago, that I let you join the Special forces. I have talked to general Blade about it and she has allowed me to send you. Do not worry she only knows of your alias name" (Name)s' eyes widen "I-I didn't think I would leave this early in the year. Thank you master" she bows to him when a hand under her chin brings her up to look at Hanzo "as much as it pains me to see you leave I trust you shall return?" (Name) smiled and placed a hand on Hanzos' cheek "I will, I promised didn't I?" she chuckled. Hanzo looked deep into (Name)s' (hair colour) eyes and placed his hands upon her cheeks "(Name)" he whispered as he leaned in just as their lips were about to connect they were interrupted by a knock at the door making them quickly jump apart. "Master Hasashi, General Blade is here for mistress Viper" the voice said behind the door. (Name) looked to Hanzo as they both stood and walked out to the courtyard where Sonya blade was waiting in front of a black portal outlined with a vibrant purple glow. (Name)s' eyes widen slightly at the sight of the slightly older looking Sonya. Once (Name) and Hanzo are before Sonya they bow "General blade, I present to you my strongest kunoich, Viper. I believe she'll be a valuable asset to your unit" Hanzo said as he and (Name) rise up.

Sonya looked (Name) over and nodded "welcome the SF Viper, I'm general Sonya blade" Sonya said holding a hand out to shake, (Name) looked at it then back to Sonya and grabbed her hand and shook it then let go "you are to be assigned to my team of the next generation unit is that clear?" Sonya asked (Name) nodded causing Sonya to look at Hanzo "can she talk?" she asked "she can but only when around people she feels...comfortable with" he replied. Sonya looked back to (Name) "alright, follow me. I'll show you the people you'll be working with" and with that they begin walking to the portal before (Name) even set foot through it she looked back at Hanzo and smiled then walked through the portal leading to the SF base.

The scene cuts to Team S-F's plane touching down at a refugee camp policed by the Special Forces. The blind swordsman Kenshi - aged and greying as well - walks over to the plane. The scene cuts to a few minutes later, after Johnny and Team S-F have disembarked from the plane "So when did they show up?" Johnny asked Kenshi "The portal opened by the docks a few hours ago. Nearly five thousand in all. Refugees from the Outworld civil war" Kenshi replied "Must be bad if they risked coming to Earthrealm" Kenshi turns to Kung Jin "After you" As Jin, Cassie, Jacqui and Johnny all walk into one of the command tents, Kenshi stops Takeda and puts a hand on his shoulder "(Telepathically) Do not dwell on your encounter with the Lin Kuei, son" Kenshi said in Takedas' mind, Takeda sighs out loud "(Telepathically) Kinda hard not to"

They both walk into the command tent. Amidst all of the Special Forces soldiers at various monitors, Raiden stands over a beautiful young woman, who despite looking vaguely Asian is no doubt from Outworld. She is seated and nursing a hot drink as Kenshi and Takeda walk over. General Sonya Blade - looking startlingly young for almost fifty - turns when she sees them approaching. Then the four took notice of the unfamiliar girl "general Blade who is that?" Cassie asked causing the girl to turn to them. Her eyes widen and she smiles Takeda quickly gets over his shock and engulfs her in a hug smiling "Viper it's been forever!" he said happily and blushing "hey Takeda. I missed you too" (Name) replied, in the background Sonya and Johnnys' eyes widen at the familiar voice 'no it couldn't be' Sonya thought 'impossible' Johnny shook his head thinking it was just a coincidence. The two of them separate as Kung Jin smiles "nice to see you again, Viper" he said as he received a hug from (Name) "you too, Jin" she replied letting go and turning back to Raiden.

"Thanks, Kenshi. Could you and Mister Cage join us?" Sonya said as she perches on the side of a nearby table near the woman. Cassie begins to walk over as well, and Sonya addresses her while barely looking in her direction "Sergeant Cage, you and your team as you were" She turns away. Cassie is clearly annoyed by this, and shares a glance with her father. At his silent request, she does as she's told 'Sonya, you're attitude is even colder that last time' (Name) thought sadly as she stood between Kung Jin and Takeda "This is Li Mei. She seeks asylum for her people in Earthrealm" Raiden said looking to Lie Mei "Our village, Sun Do, was the epicentre of a fierce battle. We barely escaped with our lives" she said sadly "Such is war" Johnny said. A moment of silence passes "I mean, no offense, but... you Outworlders kinda live for that, right?" Johnny said trying to fix his mistake "This was different. The rebels, Mileena, had a weapon unlike anything... Entire battalions, erased. It was not honourable. Not kombat" (Name) perked up at the mention of Mileena catching the attention of Cassie "Tell me more about the weapon" Raiden requested "A talisman. Gold, with a centre jewel. Mileena wields it's crimson energy without precision" "Well, that's good then—" "Not now, Sergeant Cage" Sonya interrupted making Cassie look downcast as Li Mei continues "It is enough that she possesses it. It turns the tide in her favour. The emperor grows desperate. And those caught in the middle... pay the price" "If this talisman is what I suspect it to be, we may all pay a price" Raiden says grimly "We talking about Shinnok's Amulet?" Kung Jin asked, Sonya looked to Raiden "Can't be. The base, the vault, your warding's? S-F, Shaolin, no way anyone can get past all that" (Name) decided to speak up "actually there is"

All the attention was on her now Sonya crossed her arms in interest "really? How exactly could anyone get in an out?" "I know much of Outworld and Mileena, she has the Tarkatans on her side as well as two edenians one with the ability to use fire similar to mine named Tanya and the demigod, the son of Argus, Rain, who has the ability to control water and turn into it. The only way for them to take the amulet would be for Rain to use his abilities to sneak in and switch out the real amulet for a fake one or simply a hired man who is exrtemly talented and has had a lot of experience" Raiden nods "I must be certain" He leaves the tent. Johnny breaks the silence "Well, this is cozy" Johnny said trying to lighten the mood. Sonya says nothing, but glares at him with an annoyed expression. Li Mei notices the tension between them and tries to cool it off and turns to Johnny "You remind me of an Earthrealmer who crossed over with us. He also found humour in everything" she said "Handsome guy, right?" Johnnys' joke is seemingly lost on Li Mei "He was an Earthrealmer. One of his eyes... glowed red" At this, Johnny and Sonya realise exactly who she means "Who does she mean?" Kung Jin asked Jacqui earning a shrug in response while Viper quietly growled at the mention of the red eyed bastard "Kenshi, continue with Li Mei. I'm going to the refugee camp. Gotta get to him before he finds a way out" Sonya says as she starts walking outside. Johnny falls in with her "I'll come with" Sonya stops at once and addresses Johnny directly "Go get an update on camp security from Colonel Flagg "Why?" "Because then you won't be here"

Cassie looks more outraged than her father does and starts forward. Johnny motions for her to stand down and then leaves the tent without another word. Sonya watches him as he leaves, and doesn't look away until Cassie addresses her "Are we with you?" "No*turns to Cassie* I need to confirm with Kotal Kahn that Li Mei's story is true. You and your team are going to Outworld. Viper" (Name) looks directly at Sonya "keep them safe" (Name) bows with her right hand over her heart "yes, General Blade" she replied. Sonya turns around and leaves the tent without another word. Cassie walks up to (Name) "why did she ask you to keep us safe? We can handle ourselves" (Name) nodded "I know that very well miss Cage but-" "please just call me Cassie" "alright then Cassie, she asked me to keep you safe because I lived in Outworld for a year there for I know their rules and how they work...to an extent due to the fact that I left the day Mileena was wrongfully overthrown by Kotal Khan" the four were surprised by this new information "alright then, we'll leave inthe morning"

that night as (Name) sleeps her dreams take her to a strange place. she finds herself floating in a sea of stars she looked around herself to find the elder gods surrounding her. she raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms "you guys really know how to fuck someone over. you know that right?" she asked annoyed "speak with respect child" they scolded gaining her to raise her hands in defense "alright shees can't take a joke. but in all seriousness you have to understand where I'm coming from. after two years from, my perspective, you decided to bring me back here not that I'm unhappy about it honestly i love these guys they're my friends but you know how this will play out that things will turn out well in the end so help me understand why i'm here?" for a few moments it was silent

#mortal kombat 10 #reptile mk #mkx #mileena #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x

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