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mangostarjam · 3 days

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taking care — wind breaker, aged up sakura haruka x f!reader, established relationship, "brat" as a petname, smut towards the end, 4.4k words

"Aren't you too old for this?"

Sakura Haruka grimaces and shoves his bruised hands into his pockets. You raise an unimpressed eyebrow. There's dirt smudged along his cheekbone and the end of his sleeve is ripped.

"They were tryin' to hit on a girl." It comes out mumbled. Haruka's two toned gaze is averted to the top of your head. It was always difficult to get him to meet your eye in your high school years, but ever since he hit his growth spurt and graduated you feel like it's gotten worse.

"Haruka-kun," you sigh, "c'mere."

You grab his arm and tug, taking advantage of his brief moment of surprise to drag him into the back of the bakery. Your coworkers wave and smile at the former school captain but otherwise leave the two of you alone.

"Y-you…! What're you doing?"

The back office of Saboten is neat and clean and thankfully empty. You shove Haruka into a chair and grab his chin, ignoring the flare of heat beneath your fingers as he turns bright red.

"Did you get hit on the face?" you ask, leaning closer to look. The dirt smudging his cheek is loose, brushing away easily when you stroke the smooth skin there. You probe gently at the strong bone beneath and ignore the way his chest seizes with a held breath.

"No," he mumbles, "it's just dirt."

Your attention is drawn — as always — to his eyes. A muted, stormy gray blue and a bright, shimmering gold meet your unabashed gaze as your thumb strokes along his cheekbone again.

"I'm glad you didn't get hurt." You allow yourself a tiny grin as he scrunches his nose at you. "You could've let the new Bofurin kids handle it… but those guys will definitely think twice about messing with anyone from our neighborhood now."

"'Course," Haruka sniffs. You wonder if he knows he's leaning into your palm. "It was a quick fight, anyway. Only losers are late."

"I told you, you don't have to pick me up from work. I can handle myself." You giggle as he scoffs. You slide into a crouch, propping up your elbows on his knees for balance. "Give me your hands, Haruka-kun."

Your boyfriend hesitates for a short moment before releasing a breath. His hands are rough, but he flips them over obligingly and doesn't flinch when you curl your fingers around his wrists. "You've bruised your knuckles again," you tsk. "I'll go grab the first aid kit."

"W-wait." Haruka's entire face is charmingly pink, the gentle hue sweeping along his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. "You don't… I mean, I don't need you to —"

"I know," you hum, tugging his hands up to brush a gentle kiss along his skin. "But I want to."

Haruka stays quiet as you fetch the first aid kit and get to work disinfecting the tiny cuts on his hands. You're used to the comfortable silence, basking in the familiarity of tending to his battle wounds in the back of the bakery where you first met.

You never would've guessed that part of your job duties at the bakery would include taking care of the new out-of-towner all those years ago, though it wasn't like he went along with it quietly. Your boss at the time was adamant that the Bofurin boys deserved all the freebies the bakery could afford to give, and she never minded when you'd pop off to the back alley to administer first aid.

Nirei was the one who knew you were handy with a medical kit, but it was Suo who eventually tricked their first year captain into coming to you. Haruka was a lot pricklier back then, shying away from casual human contact like everyone was out to get him but diving into fights like nobody's business.

Luckily for you, in spite of his speed and reflexes, Haruka definitely wasn't used to girls who were willing to literally sit on him to force him to stay still for first aid. After enough times shoving freshly baked bread into his hands and making him into your first aid practice dummy, he started to show up outside the bakery's back door on his own, often looking like a disgruntled street cat.

Little by little, you learned which breads he preferred and you begged Kotoha to teach you how to make omurice the way Haruka liked it. Little by little, he stopped flinching away from your touch and even let you lean against him when you needed a short break from work or studying, propping your head up against his shoulder and staying still enough that sometimes you'd fall asleep.

Little by little, the two of you fell in love.

Haruka doesn't say anything as you finish smoothing the tape holding his new wrappings together, but he flips his hands to hold onto you as you rise from your knees. You smile. "Do you wanna get dinner at Cafe Pothos? Kotoha-chan might make fun of you, though."

"She'll make fun of me no matter what," he grumbles. You snicker as he ducks his head. From this angle, you can only see the pale white eyelashes of his left side pressing against his skin as he takes a deep breath. "Don'tcha need to finish your shift? I'll be outside."

"Aw, are you worried about me?"

"Shaddup" Haruka huffs. "As if I care."

You grin as he rises to his full height, still steadily avoiding eye contact as you squeeze his hands. After all these years, it's cute how flustered he still gets when you tease him. "Haruka-kun? You can let me go now."

"…Can't."

"Oh?" you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head to catch his eye. He scowls. "If you just loosen your fingers—"

"Sh-shut up." You watch patiently as your boyfriend takes a deep breath. It's quiet in this back office, though a wall is shared with the employee locker room and you can hear a few of your coworkers laughing and chatting indistinctly. The smell of rising dough and freshly baked bread permeates the room, cut through with the sharp tang of antiseptic cream.

Haruka's ears are still red. You catch a glimpse of them through his black and white hair and squeeze his hands again. So cute. "Haruka," you say.

"…What?"

You rise up on tiptoes to kiss him, holding onto his hands for balance as you rock forward. Haruka predictably freezes before making a rough sound and kissing you back, letting you take the lead as you lean into him. His heartbeat jumps beneath your lips as you move to kiss at the soft spot below his jaw, earning another strangled noise that makes you smile into his skin.

It's warm. You think maybe your own ears are red enough to match his, but you don't give him a chance to notice, pressing another quick kiss to his lips and disentangling yourself. "I've gotta get back to work. I'll see you in a bit, 'kay?"

You leave him in the back office, knowing he'll find his way to the alleyway behind the bakery to wait for you, as always. Your coworkers don't mention how long you were missing, but you take over the mopping and cleaning duties as a thank you anyway.

Haruka doesn't take your hand when you meet him after your shift, but he walks close enough that your shoulders brush with every step. The gentle ringing of the wind chimes strung up below the shopping district sign follows the two of you on your walk towards home.

"What should we have for dinner, since you don't wanna endure Kotoha's teasing?" you ask, grinning lopsidedly when Haruka snorts in response. The street lamps cast a glow along his black and white hair, haloing him in a light gold that pales in comparison to his golden eye.

He glances sideways at you as you pause at a crosswalk. You catch a flash of gold and blue before he faces forward again. "You're comin' over?"

"Yes, or else you'll eat instant noodles again and die of malnutrition," you say. The two of you step into the street, though he steps slightly ahead of you to make sure it's clear. "Unless you don't want me to."

"Let's have curry."

"Did you get ingredients for curry, mister?" you ask, bumping your shoulder into his arm teasingly. "Or will we need to stop by a konbini again for emergency supplies?"

"That was just one time," Haruka grumbles, but he glances back at you fondly as you laugh. "And I went shopping earlier, brat."

He lets you hold onto his sleeve as you enter his studio apartment and stays steady as you toe your shoes off in the genkan. The place is vastly improved from the first time you stepped foot in it all those years ago, when you were delivering food for a sick Haruka.

Gone are the creaky hinges and peeling paint — the walls are smooth and clean, the cabinet doors are all securely attached, and there are actual curtains hanging over the balcony doors. He still sleeps on a futon, but he also got a low table and cushions for guests after you complained about eating on top of cardboard boxes, and he got a dresser to store his clothing after you took him shopping so he'd stop wandering around town always wearing his high school uniform.

Making dinner is always fun, with Haruka, because even though he's grown and learned a lot, you still get to tease him about his bulk stack of instant noodle packages and he still turns bright red when you lean over the table to offer him a spoonful from your plate.

He's more relaxed here, more willing to close the gap between you when you reach out to him. It used to worry you in the beginning — would you always be the one to make the first move? Did he actually like you, or was he just going along with your flirting because he didn't know any better?

Then he does something like swiping his thumb along your lips and sticking the digit in his mouth, laughing at your surprised gasp and gathering up the dishes before you can form a coherent thought. He asks about your day and listens as you tell him about the cute little kid who came into the shop asking for curry bread because "that's Sakura-taicho's favorite, and I wanna be like him when I grow up!"

You bask happily in the furious blush that paints his skin, grinning to yourself as he stammers and jerks his face away.

"Did you get new towels?" you ask, handing him a soapy plate to rinse off. Your boyfriend takes it, huffing an amused snort when you yawn widely. It's nearing your bedtime, and your sated appetite is making you even sleepier.

"Yeah," Haruka says, "since you were complainin' last time that mine're scratchy."

"Oh, nice," you say, rinsing the suds off your hands and moving to stand behind him. You shove your face into his shoulder blades before he can move, wrapping your arms around his middle as he tenses beneath you. It's been ages since he was an active fighter defending the town, but you can still feel the power and strength of his densely packed muscles twitching under your hold. "Mm, I'm sleepy…"

"Gwah! What are ya, an octopus?!" Haruka sets the clean plate on the drying rack and settles his hands on top of yours, but he doesn't move you. He could easily overpower you, though you're hugging him pretty firmly, pressing your entire body up against his as you take a deep breath. "The hell're you doin'?"

"Hugging you," you say. Haruka's fingers tighten around your wrists, but he still doesn't move you.

"I got that, genius."

"I'm just recharging before I have to head home," you mumble into his shirt. You're saving both of you from embarrassment, here, hugging him from behind like this, so really he should be grateful that you're so considerate of his feelings.

"It's late."

"I know," you whine, squeezing him just a little bit harder. "I don't wanna think about it."

"You have a toothbrush here."

Oh. "I don't have clothes here."

"You can borrow mine." Haruka stiffens even more as your hands clench the front of his shirt. "I-It's not like I'm tryna get you to stay over! It's just that it's late and you've gotta get up e-early tomorrow! I'm not some kinda pervert!"

You giggle into his back and nuzzle your forehead into the strong muscle there as he finally relaxes. "I'd be kinda upset if you didn't think about it a little bit, Haruka-kun. I am your girlfriend, after all."

Haruka lets out a huge sigh and moves to brace his hands on the counter. "You can take a bath first. Lemme go heat up the water."

"Are you trying to be a gentleman again?"

"Wuh — what're you talkin' about? I already told you I'm not a pervert!"

You laugh. "Last time you went to heat up the water for me, you didn't come out for a solid twenty minutes. I thought you passed out in there."

"That was just — I was just —!" Haruka hangs his head and you press your cheek against his back. You can feel his heartbeat pounding in double time. "I was tryin' to calm down."

"You don't have to, y'know," you say softly, patting at his firm chest with a sigh. "I wanna do it too."

Haruka chokes on his spit. Or at least, you think that's what happens, because he lapses into a coughing fit and gently pushes you towards the bathroom with a red face. He refuses to answer your concerned questions, only shoving a pair of shorts and a t-shirt into your arms before shutting the bathroom door on your amused face.

You shower and bathe on your own, humming a nonsensical tune as you lather up with his shampoo and body wash. It's a minor miracle and mostly a testament to your relationship that he has amenities at all, the clean smelling soaps clearly picked out with a thought towards your possible use of them. It makes your heart stutter in your chest when you notice that he's stocked your favorite brand of lotion on the counter and even left a clean face towel and headband for you to use while washing your face, as if he knew you'd need them eventually.

His clothes are a little too big on you, but you cinch the waistband of his shorts and hope for the best as you step out of the bathroom. Haruka is sitting stiffly at the low table, glaring down at his phone as the screen lights up with texts.

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

Haruka looks up and freezes. You pause in the act of adjusting his shirt on your shoulders, blinking at your boyfriend as he seems to go through five stages of something before he turns a bright cherry red and slams his eyes shut. You snort.

"You've seen me naked before, Haruka-kun."

"S-shaddup! T-that's different!"

You get on your knees in front of him and cup his face in your hands. Haruka doesn't flinch, but he cracks open one stormy blue eye like he's worried about what he might see. You roll your eyes at him. "Are you good? Why do you look so pissed at your phone?"

"Oh," Haruka blinks and glances sideways at the offending item. His face is warm in your hands. "The guys found out you're staying over."

"Are they giving you advice on how to get laid again?" you ask, giggling. "I love you, but please don't listen to Umemiya-san. I promise I don't get turned on by plant based pickup lines."

"I'm gonna shower!" Haruka stands abruptly and shuffles past you, but he pauses at the door. "You can read it, if ya want. The chat thread."

You raise an eyebrow and pick up his phone as he shuts the bathroom door behind him. A generic wallpaper greets you as you swipe it open, but you notice a star emoji next to your name in his message history, which makes you smile.

The chat thread with Haruka's former classmates is at the top, filling with more unread notifications as you watch. Scrolling through, you grin to yourself as the boys send teasing and shy stickers, interspersed with their own complaints of struggling to find partners for themselves and throwaway comments about "that lucky bastard Sakura" snagging "the cutest girl on Tonbu street".

"What're ya laughin' at?" You blink as Haruka crouches in front of you, a towel hanging around his neck. He's shirtless, and you watch with interest as a gentle pink flush deepens and spreads along his skin. "Quit starin'!"

"Y-you're the one who came out shirtless," you squeak, setting his phone aside and reaching out for him. Haruka chews on his lip but lets you touch him. "That's so unfair!"

You trail your hands down his bare sides and smile as he tries to suppress a shiver. Then you reach for his hands. "The first aid kit is here," Haruka says, stretching out to grab it from its shelf. The movement puts his hard muscles on full display, though you have a feeling it's unintentional. Regardless, you can't quite tear your eyes away from his chest and stomach, watching as the muscles of his abs flex when he returns to his crouch.

"You're so stupidly hot," you mutter, accepting the kit and snapping it open. "I can't believe you just walk around looking like this."

"H-huh?" Haruka's eyes widen in surprise. You grab his hands to keep him from running away, but he stays still as you reapply ointment and bandages to his knuckles.

"I know you find it hard to believe, since people used to give you shit about your looks, but you are…" you pause and glance up at him, taking in his smooth skin, his beautiful gray blue and golden eyes, his fluffy black and white hair, "stupidly hot."

Your boyfriend sighs and places a hand on your hip. You set the first aid kit aside and grin up at his pleasantly pink face. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, please."

Haruka kisses you slowly, tentatively. It's a little precarious, leaning up as he crouches in front of you, so you drag him to the futon and pull him over you, tugging him close by the ends of his towel. "You're so warm," he mutters, shifting his weight on his elbows and doing his best to keep from crushing you.

You sigh into the next kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down, huffing a laugh when he grunts and smacks his hand against the floor in surprise. "You're so far from me, how can you even tell?" you tease.

"You're always warm," Haruka grumbles. He noses along your cheek, smiling against the smooth skin there as you giggle. "And soft."

"Are you callin' me weak?" you ask, tilting your head to kiss him again. He breaks the kiss with a pant, nipping at the exposed skin of your collar as your shirt shifts. "Ah — hey!"

Haruka groans, one of his hands going down to grip at the soft give of your waist, holding you still as he grinds down into the cradle of your thighs. You moan as his hard length drags against you, wiggling your hips into the friction as something pulses in your core. "I should've given you another shirt."

"A-another shirt? What's wrong with t-this one?" You gasp as he rolls his hips again, arching into the touch as his free hand slips beneath your borrowed shirt to brush against the swell of your chest. You grab at his shoulders and back, dragging your blunt nails along his skin as you pant. "I l-like this shirt!"

"I like it too," he admits, hiding his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His hand slides up to cup one of your tits, tugging and pinching as he sucks a bruise into your neck. "Y'look damn good in it."

You whine, throwing your head back as he shoves the shirt halfway up, snagging on the bottom of your breasts before he yanks it off of you entirely. He drapes himself back over you almost right away, kissing you breathless until you lick into his mouth to earn a strangled groan.

Haruka seems content to keep kissing you, and normally you wouldn't mind, but your borrowed shorts are getting uncomfortably damp and he keeps rolling his hips mindlessly and it's driving you a little insane.

"Haruka, touch me already," you plead. Your boyfriend pulls apart a few scant centimeters, two toned eyes scanning your face wildly until you grab one of his hands and shove it down your shorts. "O-oh, yes, please right there —!"

"Fuck," he bites out. "You're so wet."

"Haruka, you need to stretch me out," you say breathlessly, squirming as his fingers slide and press against the wetness along your lips. "Y-you're too big to go right away, you've gotta ngh —"

He dips one finger into your clenching pussy and freezes above you. It would be almost comical except for how much hotter it makes you, forcing you to buck into his hand as he pants. "S-stop squirmin' or I'll come in my fucking pants," Haruka grunts, forcing himself to begin fingering you in earnest.

He grits his teeth when you whine at another added finger, scissoring them immediately to hurry this up. He doesn't want to hurt you, but when you're laid out like this right in front of him, looking so pretty and perfect, it's taking everything he has not to rut into you like an animal.

"I'm ready, 'm ready," you breathe. You wrestle the two of you out of your bottoms and giggle when he sends one pair of shorts flying into the wall, but your attention is immediately drawn to the trail of black and white strands leading down to your boyfriend's cock. "Can I?"

"Fuck no," Haruka says, positioning himself between your legs again. "D'you want me to die?"

That makes you laugh. You reach out for him as he spreads your legs apart with rough fingers, his easy, overwhelming strength making something throb in your gut. Your sex life is actually pretty healthy, considering your respective jobs and commitments and Haruka's healing trauma. He's always been careful and attentive to your needs as you learned about desire together. It's not like you're deprived of it, or anything.

But when Haruka slowly pushes his way inside you, the muscles along his jaw ticking with restraint, the feeling of being filled by him makes something snap in your core and you cum with a breathless cry.

Haruka freezes immediately, hands slamming down on either side of your head as you clench and squeeze his cock unrelentingly. He barely manages a shallow thrust before he has to freeze again, hot breaths puffing on your face.

"Did you just…?"

"Uh huh."

"Does that always happen??"

"Your dick isn't magical, Haruka-kun," you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and wiggling your hips a little. "This isn't going to happen all the time, so don't get used to it."

"I wasn't sayin' that!"

Haruka pouts into your next kiss, but you lick into his mouth and manage to draw out a low groan and an aborted thrust. The ache in your gut hasn't lessened much. If anything, the pressure of his thick cock nestled inside you is making you tingle all over, and the way sweat starts to bead along his hairline makes you want to make him cry.

"You can move, please," you breathe, "you don't have to hold back."

"Don't wanna h-hurt you," Haruka grunts, pulling out slowly only to thrust back in with a force that makes your tits sway. He screws his two colored eyes shut, brows furrowing in concentration. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"You feel good, too," you sigh. "You can let go, I promise."

Haruka's next thrust makes you moan, and something in him seems to snap. He fucks you into the futon relentlessly, propping your ankles up on his shoulders, his dick hitting that spot inside that makes you see stars fuzzing along the edges of your vision. The angle presses your clit against his skin with every thrust, sending you quickly spiraling into another orgasm as you cry out his name.

"Hah, oh fuck I'm gonna —!"

Haruka groans a strangled garble of your name as he reaches his peak, thrusting into you deeply as his cock throbs and releases thick gobs of sticky cum inside you. He lets go of your legs immediately, pressing firmly into the muscles there to ease the strain of being stretched like that for so long, but he hides his face in your neck as the two of you catch your breath.

"Should I call in sick for work tomorrow?" you mutter absently, somewhat desperately grasping for some semblance of sanity. "I dunno if I'll be able to walk."

"Shit, did I hurt you?" Haruka asks, lifting his head and wincing at the pull of sweaty skin. He's glowing, bright and handsome above you, his hair damp with sweat. His two colored eyes are a little watery, his eyelashes sticking together in clumps with unshed tears from how hard he came. The sight makes something squirm in your gut.

You reach up to push his bangs out of his face and snicker as the strands stick up. "You didn't hurt me, you just fucked the strength out of my limbs. We'll need another shower."

Haruka blushes hotly, an impressive feat considering he's still solid and hard inside you. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm not hurt," you promise. You cradle his face in your hands and he leans into the touch. His hips roll slowly against you and he bites on his bottom lip as you gasp. "Haruka?"

"Maybe you should call in sick for work tomorrow."

"Seriously?"

Haruka nods, still blushing hard. "I swear I'm not a pervert, but you…"

You gape at him. "Are you calling me a pervert?"

"N-no!" You don't give him a chance to continue, leaning up to kiss him. You're both smiling when you pull away. "Who knew doing this stuff would feel better than fighting?"

You laugh out loud at that and flop back into the futon. "Are you seriously comparing the two things? Why're you thinking about fighting right now?"

"Can't help it," Haruka says, shrugging. "I could die when you make me feel so good. And fighting's what got me the cutest girl on Tonbu street."

#haruka x reader #sakura haruka x reader #haruka sakura x reader #wind breaker x reader #x reader #wind breaker fic #wind breaker writing #windbreaker x reader #fuji writes fic #send help idk what came over me #i saw this guy blushing all over the anime and lost it #'super shy' by newjeans plays on loop #i discovered something about myself while writing this btw #no i will not elaborate #also i read a lot of josei manga this weekend and that def did... something

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 4 months

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Getting Kidnapped - BNHA/MHA

Features: Tomura Shigaraki, Shouta Aizawa and Kai Chisaki

A/n: I thought of this while I was taking a nap LMAO, let's get started and be sure to check out the rest of my writings...(there's only like 3 or 4 at this point :sob:)... it's very short but whatever, I enjoy being funny and writing this so yeah baby :))))

TOMURA SHIGARAKI -

You really didn't know how you got there. You were shocked but not that shocked, it was bound to happen eventually.

"Damn it's dark as a motherfucker in here. I just know they can't pay the light bill." Then the lights turn on to reveal the LOV.

"Oh...I guess you do pay the light bill. Hello." You go to wave but your hands are tied against the back of the chair.

"Greetings, L/n Y/n. Do you know why you're here?" "Nope." He pauses and just stares at you.

"You know some information that we don't, I'm going to need you to talk doll. Or else we'll torture you."

"You calling me pet names is already enough torture for me, crusty." You hear someone stifle a laugh from behind you.

"Glad to hear that someone enjoys my humor. Anyways, you got some water or something." Then your chair starts to get dragged into another room.

"That's right Dabi, take them into your room. Interrogate them." The door closes behind the two of you.

Time to work your own personal magic.

A couple of hours later, Shigaraki opens the door to Dabi's room, somber music plays in the background while you sit on the floor, untied, having a conversation with the burned man.

"Dabi! What are you doing?!" Tomura rips the hand off of his face and holds it tightly in his hands.

"Talking." He lays back on his bed, his head falling off the side of the bed.

"Why did you untie them?" He points at you and all you do is wave back with a big smile.

"They said the restraints were hurting them so I just untied them." Tomura shuts the door and lets out a scream of annoyance.

You laugh and whisper to Dabi. "Somebody's got their panties in a twist, don't they?"

SHOUTA AIZAWA -

As soon as you reached for an item inside of a random home, something tied tightly around your wrist.

"What the?" One sharp tug later and you're wrapped up tight, hanging upside-down from the ceiling. "Fuck..." You draw out the word in annoyance

You go to use your quirk and it doesn't work, nothing happens. Then a man with long black hair and tired eyes steps into the brightness of the moonlight from the darkness.

"Couldn't you do this another night or something?" He rubs his eyes and stares at you.

He walks around your bounded form as you try to spin yourself to look at the powerful homeowner.

"I mean I could, if you let me go that is." You flash a smile at him as he raises his brows.

"Afraid I can't do that. You'll be coming with me to the police station...in the morning. It's too late to be doing that now." Your eyes widened.

A handsome stranger taking you to jail...in the morning. IS HE STUPID?

"What if I find a way to escape from the restraints? What then?"

He tilts his head, a small grin finding its way onto his features. "You won't. You can't break this material."

He ties the end of the fabric to a hook and walks into a different room.

"Wait what about the blood rushing to my head!"

He comes back in and with a single pull of the fabric, you're tilted sideways like sleeping on a bed.

When the morning comes, a little girl is looking at you very confused. "Who are you?"

"Your Dad's friend, I was playing around with his scarf and got stuck. Could you help me?"

The little girl, without a second thought, unties the fabric from your body. You find a pen and a piece of paper to write down your number on to then, hand it to the girl.

"Give him this when he wakes up and no peeking."

You open the balcony door and wave goodbye to the girl before jumping off the glass railing. You shoot upward and rest on the roof, holding your phone in your hand, waiting eagerly for his response.

---inside the home---

"Mr. Aizawa." She pokes his side a bit hard which wakes him up.

"What's wrong Eri?"

She hands him a folded piece of paper.

"Your friend told me to give you this. They just left a bit ago."

His eyes widened as he shot up from his spot in bed, rushing into the living area. He opened the note and smirked, shaking his head.

The note read: 'that cute little girl let me out, told you I could leave...call me! xxx-xxx-xxxx XOXO'

KAI CHISAKI -

"Wow...this is a beautiful place you got here? Why am I tied up?"

He rolls his amber eyes and lays the chair against the couch behind you. He almost straddles your waist but he just stands there, looking down at you.

"You're filthy, I plan on fixing you."

You look at him with confusion. "I literally showered as soon as I got home from my job, what do you mean weirdo?"

He hated that nickname, his fingertips played with the bottom of his gloves. The glove comes off and he reaches forward to touch you, nothing happens

...his hands are really warm and soft.

"You must not do a lot of hard work since your hands are soft... you either moisturize or you're just lazy and have servants."

He's in shock but then scoffs at your comments.

"I'm a doctor but I can't cure you. You're still filthy."

You just shrug and smile up at him happily. "Okay, whatever you say plague guy. You'd probably die if you had a sip of McDonald's Sprite."

...what?

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auspicioustidings · 5 months

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We talk a lot about Ghost teaching Soap. But Soap makes Captain right? So Price teaching Soap? Price teaching Soap how to take care of his ‘belongings’. Price showing Soap how to treat you right? 👀🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe? Maybe not? I dunno 🤷🏻‍♀️

First off read this immediately because it serves these vibes way better than I ever could like truly Bunny is God's gift to thirsty PriceSoap girlies.

I cannot prepare a dish quite as satisfying but here is a short little tease anyway! Sorry I cannot actually write smut rn, I'm ill and pathetic about it.

Affirm

Words: 700

CWs: light bdsm

“Right, the two of you in my office now.”

You bristled. How was it that you were getting into trouble here? This was all stupid Soap's fault. It was him that started it.

The two of you were constantly at each other's throats these days. Wasn't really professional but then you hated that he kept talking down to you. The way the word corporal came out of his damn mouth was always with a smug arrogance that made you want to go for blood.

It wasn't like you bit back during an actual op, you both knew better than that. But he pushed and pushed and pushed whenever you had down time at base and you weren't about to let it go unanswered. Fucking asshole. And now he was getting you into trouble with the Captain? God he was the worst.

“Captain he-”

“Don't want to hear it Corporal.”

“Aye too fucking right, dinnae want te-”

“You can shut the fuck up as well. Pair of absolute muppets.”

Price ripped open one of his desk drawers and produced a bottle of Scotch, pouring himself a glass and sitting in his chair regarding the two of you across the table. Both of you knew you were in for it, standing at attention and keeping your mouths shut while he took a languid sip.

“Cannot believe I've been put in this situation again. Did you know I had Ghost and Gaz standing right where you are now? Before either of you joined. They just couldn't get along.”

That was a surprise. Ghost and Gaz got along just fine now. You couldn't really imagine a world in which they fought the way you and Johnny did. Sure they might have some little arguments, but whenever it happened they would go off and have a chat and come back settled. There was no way you and Johnny being alone would settle anything.

“You know why they get along Sergeant?”

“Gaz kens who's in charge.”

Johnny sounded almost resigned? Something was happening, he knew something you didn't. You hated that, you hated how Price spoke to him as if you weren't even in the room.

“Hm. And who's in charge between the two of you then?”

You felt a shiver run up your spine at how Price said it, his voice in a low purr that spoke to some primal part of your brain. What the fuck? Why did you feel suddenly like this was a dangerous situation? You considered speaking up but could only yelp in surprise when Johnny kicked one of your legs to put you off balance and bent you over the desk.

Your heart was liable to beat itself into an early grave. You looked at your Captain and found he only watched, sipping his drink. You twisted to look at Johnny who was holding both of your wrists in one of his hands.

“I'm in charge. Affirm corporal.”

Oh God, you didn't think you had ever heard Soap with that level of authority in his voice. Only all it made you want was to get him to do it again. You needed him to do it again, to put you in your place.

“Fuck you."

The first smack to your ass was hard enough that you jolted forward and your hip bone smashed into the desk.

“Affirm corporal. Ye ken who's In charge, now say it.”

Oh this was several shades of fucked up but my God if you didn't crave more. You needed it, you needed him to break you into pieces so he could put them back together. You needed the freedom that came with being shattered.

You fought against him until Price finally guided him to be harder with you, to really let you have it. And he had. He had destroyed you fully, left you a boneless raw mess. Then Price had guided him to bring you back.

It settled you. For weeks you and Johnny existed in peace with one another, calm. And when you started to butt heads again? Well, Johnny had learned exactly how to handle that.

#mhairiwrites #cod #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #Price being in charge of teaching someone to dom is something that can actually be something so personal

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misc-obeyme · 3 months

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Satan and Lucifer canonically having abs freaks me tf out

How did they even get that ripped??? By sitting down, doing paperwork or reading books?? I need slightly chubby Satan with a fucked up posture bcs all he does is read

Right! I know I'm not the only one with thoughts on this!

I was like... do people really like the super chiseled abs and stuff? I don't hate it or anything but it's just not my preference. I'd prefer if the characters had body types that matched their lifestyles a little more.

I just don't think any of them can actually have the muscles they have except for Beel and possibly Diavolo. While I prefer them to be chunky, they are the only ones who seem to regularly work out at all. Everybody else is like hey let's randomly join Beel, but then they aren't consistent.

I also like when characters reflect some of the things that happen to bodies from simply living. Such as wrinkles and what have you.

I guess they could say it's from the fact that they're demons and there's some kinda magic at work, but man that is boring.

Do you know what happens to people who sit around at desks doing paperwork all day? Not abs, I can tell you that! Lucifer has no business having so many muscles. Even if he worked out, I don't think he'd do it enough to be so defined. He could still absolutely have a more normal body, something softer and realistic.

Satan's posture would absolutely be fucked.

I both work at a desk all day and read a lot. I can tell you right now that the posture is an issue.

Satan would be the one all messed up from weird reading positions.

Lucifer strikes me as the kinda guy who would deliberately obtain an ergonomic desk chair and go out of his way to stretch and stuff. Despite this, I still see him having the old man joint creaking problem lol.

Anyway, just some diversity would be nice, that's all I'm saying. I have a lot of thoughts about it.

#I just feel like there's so much potential for such things #but I also get that this is an otome game #and they're trying to make them hot lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #avatar0fpr1de #cc mutuals #misc answers

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bigification · 4 months

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Whale Beach

I heard it was a popular vacation destination. Men flocked to it to help speed up their bulk because it was said to increase the weight of anyone who entered its waters. I guess the name whale beach is a little on the nose, and a little offensive but I don't really care. What I care about is the part where it makes you fat. Most people who want to bulk a little bit only go in for a minute or so and that's enough to make a significant change in their weight. But some brave, or horny, souls have tested what happens if you stay in the water for an extended period of time. That's where the name 'Whale Beach' was coined. I heard that the people who went in at around 160 pounds came out 30 mins later at 400 pounds. This is exactly why I was going to take a trip to whale beach. Not for myself, no, for a 'friend'.

Dan. Dan was a friend from work, but calling him a friend would be an overstatement. I've grown to despise him, mostly from envy. I know it's not healthy but I can't help it. It's gotten to the point that I just get annoyed whenever he's around. He's so perfect. All the ladies, and the men for that matter, flock to his side. They go along with anything he says cuz he's hot. I've tried working out and dressing better to live up to him, but I never will be able to. I miss the days before he showed up, when everyone would kiss up to me. When I was the hot guy in the office. That's why I'm gonna invite him to whale beach. I want to see the look on his face when he comes out of the water and realizes he's twice the size he was going in. Even the thought of it makes my dick tingle. Anyway, tangents aside. I've got it all planned out and he just agreed to go, so all there is left to do is get him in the water.

Time flew by the next few days, while I was waiting for my trip. The mix of excitement and anxiety made the time move quickly. Soon enough I was already at the beach with Dan. I had gotten good at acting nice around him, so he wouldn't suspect anything. I got into my dark blue bathing suit and watched him change into his light blue board shorts. Even now, I couldn't stop staring at his perfectly toned body. I hate it.

We both sat there talking for a little while. We had a few beers and actually had a nice conversation. But while that was going on, I was also trying to pay attention to the other people on the beach. There was no one in the water, but I wanted to keep an eye on anyone who went in to see what happened. I eyed down a group of three young men, hopefully they'd hop in and I could see if what I heard about this beach was true. They were all quite skinny so it should be easy to tell any weight gain when they come out.

I almost missed it as the group of men ran into the water. I was so engrossed in the conversation I was having with Dan. I was starting to question my decision to bring him here. But I caught the men in the corner of my eye, I need to keep track of them.

I spent the next 45 minutes or so going between talking to Dan and glancing over at the men in the water. They were there for a long time. Did they not know? It didn't matter, but I was getting impatient and it seemed like Dan was getting antsy to get in the water. Soon enough, the three men started to return to the shore. I almost did a double take as they walked out. There's no way those are the same guys. They must have been nearly 400 pounds each. They all hate giant bellies that spilled over their swim shorts, sagging man tits, and asses that threatened to rip right through their shorts. I watched in awe as they hobbled their way out of the water and went back to their spot on the beach.

I had to stop myself from staring and I curled my legs up to hide my growing boner. I turned back to Dan and he was giving me a funny look. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my chair. He kept pulling me towards the water, I had to think quickly. I wanted him to go in the water but I didn't want to go in myself. I didn't think fast enough and he quickly dragged me into the water with him. I played it off cool, just don't stay too long. I swim around with him for a couple minutes and then make up an excuse about the water being too cold so I can leave. I run out of the water and stop right at the edge of the water. I look down and to my horror, I see a flabby belly in front of me. And it's right under my swollen moobs. I started freaking out, I thought it would take longer. I stood there for a few minutes just poking and prodding at my soft body. I could lose this pretty quickly right? What will I tell my family? My mind started to wonder.

I'm interrupted by a splashing sound coming from the water. It's Dan approaching me. I can't tell he's put on about as much weight as I have. He's got a round belly and moobs, but he's still got big arms and a pretty face. He continues marching towards me and grabs my hand again. His hands are so big, I think as he drags me back into the water, "Come on you big baby, the water's not that cold." How has he not noticed either of us growing? I question. I tried resisting a bit, but he was way stronger than me anyway so I gave up.

We spent the next 40 or so minutes just swimming around in the water and chatting. I had given up on trying to leave early, but I was still aware of the fact that I could become so fat that I would be immobile. That wasn't a concern yet though. As time went on, I noticed myself getting more buoyant, and I also noticed Dan's hair started to recede. I guess the water has more effects than just weight gain. I started to feel folds forming around my body as I swam, and I kinda liked it. My growing boner would have been obvious if my large gut hadn't covered it by now. I also saw Dan's outline under the water grow and grow and grow. He didn't seem as flabby as I did though, probably because he had more muscle, but it made it so he had a large round belly that floated in front of him.

After a while, he floated over to me. Our guts collided as he got close. "I like us like this." He whispered in my ear. He knew!? Did he know the whole time and just wanted it to happen, or did he realize later? "I feel so strong and manly" he said as his hands wandered under my belly and to my crotch. I let out a moan as his hand pulled down my shorts and grabbed my cock. "Did you really think I didn't know what Whale Beach was?" I didn't respond. "I just couldn't wait for the moment we would both return to work as obese pigs. I couldn't wait for the chuckles behind our backs as co-workers talk about how we let ourselves go. Oh and the sex, I couldn't wait to hear the bed creek under us as I fuck you like the pig that you are." He said between heavy breaths. His hand sped up with every sentence. "Call me a pig again" I yell. "You're a fucking pig" he growled. "I'm gonna feed you until you can't move, held down by your enormous pig body." He continued. I let out a loud moan as I shot my load into the underside of my belly. Afterwards, I reached around his gut and into his shorts. I wrapped my hand around his dick, pushing into the fat pad that engulfed it. It didn't take long for him to shoot his load all over my hand.

After a moment of silence, we made our way back to the shore. It shocked me how much heavier I was on the ground. I was basically weightless in the water, but now I have to put effort into every step. My stomach made me feel like I was gonna fall forward. We both managed to hobble over to our chairs, but I couldn't fit in mine, my love handles stuck out too far. Dan can barely fit in his, but only because his fat was all in his gut so he was not as wide as me. I decided to sit between his legs with my head essentially under his gut. I don't know what came over me back then. Maybe the water just does that to you, I was just so horny. I looked over and saw the group of three men in a threesome on the beach. Maybe the water does have that effect on people, maybe that's why there are so many love stories from this beach. My hand instinctively reached down to my crotch as I couldn't turn my eyes away from the three men. It seems Dan saw them too as I could feel his dick harden against the back of my head. I felt his hand begin to rub my shoulder and it sent a tingle down my spine. I turned around and got on my knees. He opened his legs as I pulled down his shorts with my mouth. I licked the end of his dick as it entered my mouth. My face was pressed against his fat pad and my forehead pressed against the underside of his gut. His large hand pushed on the back of my head as I went back and forth. The feeling of the hair on his belly rubbing against my head was almost soothing. His moaning got louder and louder until a warm liquid filled my mouth.

I sat back down in the position I was in before. Dan stretched my head and ran his fat fingers through my hair. I wondered how he felt about being bald. He did say something about feeling manly, and maybe that added to it. His big biceps and round gut sure made him look manly though.

We sat there for about an hour or so. The three men were still going at it, oh what I would give to be young again. I wondered what it felt like to be obese in your twenties, it couldn't be that different from being obese in your forties right? Maybe just a little less back pain. It had only been a couple hours in this body and I already couldn't remember what it was like being skinny and fit. How the only thing I could think about was being fed like the pig that I am by my big man.

Eventually, we grabbed our stuff and made our way to my car. We confidently left the beach with our tiny clothes. At this point, our shirts looked like bras and our shirts looked like speedos. After a lot of waddling, we made it to the car and put our stuff into the trunk. Dan gave me a kiss before closing the trunk and getting in the car. I got in the car and we both slid our seats back at the same time. "Do you have a bed that can fit both of us?" Dan asked. "Do you think we can fit in a king size?" I responded in a flirty tone. "Only one way to find out." He smiled at me.

We made it home to my place, I was shocked at how hard it was to get through the front door. I had to put some stuff down to even get through. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Wow. I thought I would look more like Dan, but I was far more flabby than he was. My tits sagged into my armpits and my gut spilled over my waist. My arms and legs were riddled with rolls of fat and my jawline has disappeared under a thick double chin. Even my nipples were swollen and sensitive.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw that Dan had stripped down to his underwear. It was probably the closest thing he had to fitting him, but it still looked like a stretched out speedo.

His big arms and even bigger gut made me shiver. I couldn't believe how much hotter he was now.

"It's been a long day, how about we hop in bed and call it a night." Dan said

"I'd want nothing more." I replied.

We both curled into bed, barely fitting on it. He laid facing me and wrapped his arm around me. He could barely reach around my shoulder though because his gut pushed us apart.

"Love you." He said as he drifted off to sleep.

"Love you too."

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octoberclidan · 8 months

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I Need You to be Okay

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: Hey absolutely love your writing. Could you please do one about the reader getting hurt really badly on a hunt but totally hides it because she has a crush on Sam and he's like often a bit of a dick to her because he likes her too but is scared to say anything. Anyways she hides this injury and the next morning Sam can't wake her up and absolutely freaks out coz he's shaking her and slapping her face n stuff and she's just totally limp and he ends up finding the injury, stitching her up and she wakes up to him hugging her. It all ends sweet and fluff and they kinds get together. So sorry for that ramble love your writing. Thanks soo much if you do write it.

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"There isn't another hunter available Dean, we're the only ones who don't currently have a case, and it's only a day's drive from here". Sam said from his seat in the bunker's library. He'd found what looked like a werewolf case earlier that morning, and had informed Dean that he was going to take it. Dean was annoyed, because the last case hadn't gone particularly well. It had been a witch hunt, and it had left him with a broken leg and had left Cas drained, neither of them were up for another hunt yet. Cas was stuck in bed until his grace regenerated, and Dean couldn't go anywhere without crutches. Sam had escaped with only scratches, and [Y/N] hadn't gone on the case since she'd been out of town visiting a friend at the time.

"You're not doing a solo hunt, we can't come and rescue you if things go south". Dean said as he took a sip from his beer. Sam didn't think he'd seen him without some form of alcohol in his hand since the last hunt.

"These people are having their hearts ripped out, I can't just sit here and ignore it". Sam glared at his older brother, and they sat staring each other down for a few minutes.

"[Y/N] is due back this afternoon. You can go with her". Dean seemed happy with this compromise he proposed, but Sam didn't.

"I'm not going on a hunt with just [Y/N]". He was quick and firm in his statement, and Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

"She's been hunting with us for over a year now, you still haven't gotten past your feelings for her?"

"I don't have feelings for her, Dean. I don't like hunting with her, she's reckless. Even moreso than you and that's saying something. She's always throwing herself in front of whatever monster there is, she needs everyone to worry and fawn over her. It's dangerous, not just for her, it compromises all of us". Sam stated and Dean scoffed at him.

"You think she protects us because she wants attention? Nothing to do with the fact that maybe she cares about us?" Sam looked away from him and focused back on his laptop. "Wait, wouldn't you be happy to know she wants your attention anyway? Not like you can't take your eyes off her when you think no one's looking". Dean said, and Sam continued to ignore him, only shaking his head in response.

After sitting in silence while Sam dug more into the case on his laptop and Dean continued drinking for awhile longer, Sam eventually closed his laptop and stood up. "I'm taking the case, it's definitely a werewolf".

"Then [Y/N]'s going with you".

"Dean. I can handle it on my own, she's not gonna want to come with just me anyway". He tucked his laptop under his arm and was about to walk away before Dean could argue back, when he heard footsteps coming towards the library.

"Hey!" [Y/N] walked into the library, her bag from her trip on her shoulder. "How's your leg?" She asked Dean, looking past Sam.

"Fine. How was the trip?"

"It was good, it was nice to see some old friends. I'm glad to be back though". She looked up as Sam went to walk past her. "Where are you going?"

"To my room". He said. "What are you, my keeper?"

"He's got a hunt". Dean called from his chair. "Werewolf. You're good with those, right?" Dean smirked at Sam's annoyed face.

"I'd be up for a hunt, especially since I missed the last one". She smiled up at Sam, and ignored how he rolled his eyes and continued to glare at Dean. While [Y/N] and Dean got on really well, she found Sam difficult. He always found an excuse not to talk to her or be around her, and he'd always yell at her for everything she did on hunts. Every decision she made was wrong in Sam's eyes. At the beginning she thought he was just like that; Dean was the friendly and easygoing brother, Sam was closed off. However, Sam's closed off-ness turned into rudeness when he started to straight up just not listen to her or talk over her. Then his rudeness turned into hostility when he started to make snide comments and be overly sarcastic with her. She'd spoken to Dean about it, but he'd just said 'if he pulls your hair it means he likes you' and brushed it off. What really got to her was when she realised he was perfectly friendly towards other hunters and friends. She remembered the first time she met Donna, when Sam had no problem hugging her, asking her how she'd been, telling her they should try and meet up more. It was like she was witnessing a completely different person to the Sam she knew. What hurt even more was that she had a very big and at times difficult to hide crush on him. No one could deny how physically attractive Sam was, but it was how much he cared that drew her in. She often watched how he interacted with victims on cases, how kind and thoughtful he was towards them, how he always had everyone else's best interests in front of his own. Everyone except [Y/N]'s it seemed.

"I'm doing it alone". Sam said, looking to Dean over [Y/N]'s head.

"I'm down here Sam". She waved at him and he continued to glare at his brother. She sighed, looking to Dean for backup.

"Look what happened last time she didn't join us". Dean gestured down at his cast. "C'mon, you two could do with some quality time. I could do with some me time too". He took a final sip from his beer. Finally, Sam looked down at [Y/N] and pointed his finger at her.

"You follow me, okay? You take my lead. We're leaving at 5am, if you're not out by the car by then I'll leave without you". Before giving her a chance to respond, he was gone. She shared a look with Dean who just shrugged and asked her to get him another beer while she was up, fully milking his broken leg and trying to get as much as he could out of it. She dropped her bag off in her room before grabbing him and herself a beer, and spent the rest of the afternoon catching up with Dean before getting an early night.

***

The drive was silent. Sam hadn't said two words since they'd begun their journey, which was going to be 12 hours. When she'd asked him for information on the case, he just shoved a bunch of paper at her and grunted a 'read' to her while he focused on the road. She decided not to push it and just sit quietly and read as much as she could. About four hours in she was getting hungry. Looking up to Sam, she paused for a moment to take in how the morning sun was soaking into his skin, how it gave him a halo. Not allowing herself to be drawn in too much, she cleared her throat and brought it up. "Can we stop for food soon?"

"It's only 9am, it's too early for lunch".

"Yeah but we left four hours ago. I need the restroom too".

Sam sighed, glancing at his watch before looking back out at the road. "Look up somewhere to stop then".

***

Their stop at a diner wasn't very eventful. Sam had ordered a coffee, [Y/N] had ordered a breakfast, and they sat in silence. [Y/N] used the time to look up a bit more about the case on her phone, while Sam had brought his laptop in with him. They only made one other, very similar stop before arriving at the motel in the evening. [Y/N] had a quick shower to wake herself up before she got into her FBI gear; the plan was to head to the hospital and interview a potential witness. She stepped out of the motel's restroom and found Sam dressed in his suit, sitting on one of the beds with his laptop on his lap. He glanced up at her as she walked over to her bag on the second bed, and when she caught his gaze he looked away immediately. If the lighting wasn't so poor in the room she would have sworn his cheeks and ears turned pink as he looked away. She opened her bag and put the clothes she had been wearing earlier into it, and took out her fake badge and her gun, along with a silver knife.

She looked over at Sam, and once again she found herself pausing. He was facing away from her, and she let her eyes wander over the expanse of his back. She couldn't understand how someone could have such broad shoulders, how his hair looked so perfect no matter what situation they were in, how someone could be so strong. She imagined what it would be like to be allowed to touch those shoulders, or his hands, or his hair, or his lips... she shook her head to snap herself out of it. "Are you ready to go?" She asked and he closed his laptop.

"Yep". She figured the trip would consist of one word answers, which at least were better than insults. She decided not to push it.

***

"And it just ran off into the woods?" [Y/N] asked the witness, a teenager who'd broken his leg after running away from what he described as the monster. They were in a small hospital room, and had been interviewing the teen for thirty minutes, but it had been like drawing blood from a stone.

"Yeah". He shrugged.

"Is there anything else you remember other than it looking like a 'monster'? Fangs? Claws? Was it wearing clothes?" Sam asked. "Did it try to attack you or did you just run when you saw it?"

"Dunno". Sam let out a frustrated sigh at the teenager's response, but it satisfied [Y/N], Sam getting a taste of his own medicine. She looked over her notes, trying to tie together everything the boy had told them.

"So, you were out jogging alone at night time, on a school night, then you heard a noise, saw a monster, and ran? And now your friend is missing, is that all correct?"

"I guess".

"And you definitely weren't out there with your friend?" She watched as the boy's jaw clenched and he looked away from both of them. Sam cleared his throat and looked at the teen expectantly.

"He's not my friend, okay?" He snapped and crossed his arms.

"Was he out there with you? Whether or not he's your friend, we need to know. If he was out there then he could be in real danger". [Y/N] explained. The teenager swallowed and unfolded his arms.

"Well, he was my friend. He told me he wanted to show me something, something where adults couldn't see us. I thought he got his hands on some alcohol or something, okay?"

"Go on". Sam pressed, and the teen sighed, running his hand down his face.

"I snuck out, I met him in the forest, but he didn't have anything with him to show me. Then he just... changed".

"Changed how?" [Y/N] asked.

"He picked up this rock, like must have been ten times heavier than anything he'd ever lifted in the gym. I thought it was cool first, like he had powers? But then his eyes, they... glowed? And his teeth grew, and his nails, and he was... snarling? Growling? I dunno. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. I ran. I didn't look back until I fell over that stupid branch and broke my leg. I had to call my dad my dad to come get me".

"And your friend? Have you seen him since?"

"No, and I never want to see him again". He shuddered.

"If he contacts you, you call this number, alright?" Sam handed him a card and he took it, nodding. [Y/N] closed her notebook and put it into her bag. She was about to follow Sam, who had stepped out into the corridor, when he turned to her. "Stay in here, watch him". He ordered before closing the door behind him. Thinking this was unusually rude even by Sam's standards, she quickly walked over to the door and opened it, looking around for Sam. She quickly spotted him at the end of the corridor, pressing a shorter man against the wall. She quietly closed the door behind her and stepped out to walk towards them. After a few steps she could see that the person Sam had pinned against the wall was the missing teen, who looked terrified by Sam.

As much as [Y/N] and Sam clashed, watching him hold the teen to the wall made her appreciate the fact that she wasn't the one Sam was hunting. His grip on the teen's shirt was tight, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, and he towered over him. Sam was powerful. The teen was rambling about something, but [Y/N] couldn't make out what he was saying. She quietly took her knife out of her bag, deciding to keep her distance for now and not interfere.

Whatever the teen was saying, she could tell that Sam wasn't believing it, his grip slowly tightening. Suddenly, a doctor walked around the corner, distracting Sam for just a moment, but it was long enough for the teen to push him. [Y/N] had already known from what the witness had described that his friend was the werewolf, but watching how easily he was able to push Sam was a definite confirmation. "Run!" She shouted at the doctor, who stood there frozen. "Now! GO!" The doctor snapped out of it and ran back the way he'd come, but her shouting had attracted the attention of the werewolf teen. Sam moved to stand up, but the teen kicked him, pushing him back against the wall before he sprinted down the corridor right towards [Y/N]. With her knife at the ready, she braced for impact, and it came, hard. The teen slammed straight into her, grabbing at her knife while tackling her to the ground.

"Let... go". He growled out, his eyes glowing at her. Although her strength was no match for his, he was clumsy and inexperienced. She managed to keep the knife just out of his reach, before he rammed his fist into her stomach. Winding her, she coughed and lost concentration, allowing the teen to grab her knife. He winced in pain as the silver burned his skin, and grabbed her hand instead, forcing it downwards and using it to stick the knife straight into her side. She screamed out in pain, desperately trying to grab her wound as he leaned back. He was about to punch her again when he paused, his eyes widening, he tried to inhale but was struggling, only gasping in small amounts of air and clutching his chest. Sam pulled him backwards off [Y/N], letting him fall back onto the floor, revealing his own knife covered in blood. She clutched her side as she moved over to the wall, trying to find some way to support herself as she watched the teen slowly stop moving, his eyes remaining open.

Sam checked for a pulse while [Y/N] bit her tongue, quickly pulling the knife out. It hadn't gone all the way in, but it was still very painful. She didn't need Sam to see it, he hadn't wanted her on the hunt in the first place, and she just knew he would start complaining about how she always got hurt on hunts. She just wanted to get back to the motel room, clean it, get some rest, and drive straight back to the bunker. She applied pressure to it with her hand, and Sam turned to her. "You hurt?" He asked.

"No, he just winded me". She gritted her teeth, the pain stabbing at her as she spoke. "Is he dead?"

"Yeah, we should get out of here".

"Do we need to hide the body?" [Y/N] asked, still from the floor. Sam looked down to the body and nodded.

"Yeah, but we'll have to be fast, that doctor probably called someone. Look for something we can put him in before we get him outside".

***

[Y/N] had managed to keep her discomfort from Sam hidden as they carried the body out from the hospital and into the Impala. She'd applied some gauze from the car's first aid kid while Sam had been putting the body into the trunk, and it was holding up so far. She was struggling by the time they got to a clearing in the local forest. The twisting and turning that they'd had to do while carrying the body through trees had caused her side to burn with every movement. She'd powered through it though, and Sam had insisted that it would be faster if he just dug a hole himself, refusing to let her help and telling her to stand guard instead. It was dark by the time they'd set the body on fire, watched it burn and thrown some dirt on top of it. She was tired, felt hot, and was also feeling dizzy. She walked in front of Sam back to the Impala, and halfway there she lost all sense of balance and fell forwards onto the ground. Sam was quick to grab her shoulders and pull her up, which she was grateful for since she didn't think she'd be able to get up herself, but he was also quick to tell her to watch where she was going.

She was exhausted by the time she slid into the Impala's passenger seat, and was momentarily thankful for Sam's lack of conversation as he drove them back to the motel in silence. [Y/N] sat down on her bed, waiting for Sam to go into the shower so she could have a proper look at her wound. She was surprised and confused when he grabbed a first aid kit out of his bag and pulled over a chair, sitting in front of her. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"You fell in the forest, show me your hands". He was taking out some antiseptic wipes, and looked at her, waiting. She rolled back her sleeves and held her hands out palms facing upwards to him. There were a few scratches on both of them, and one larger cut on her left hand. Sam took her left hand in his. His hand was rough, but warm and gentle. It was a lot larger than hers and she watched as he cleaned the cut and examined it before cleaning her right hand. "You don't need stitches". He said as he closed up the first aid kit. "Are you bruised from the punch?" He asked, looking down at her stomach. She was quick to pull her arm over her side, pulling her jacket closed to hide the blood under it and she shook her head.

"No, it's fine". She said and Sam gave her a short nod before getting up and putting the chair back. She watched him move around the room, grabbing stuff from his back before heading into the bathroom and locking the door. As soon as the door was locked, she took her jacket off and slowly lifted her shirt, checking on the gauze. It was a deep ache now, and it stung every time she inhaled. She gathered up some suturing supplies from her first aid kit and hid them within a clean set of clothes so that she could sneak them into the bathroom past Sam when he was finished. She felt her forehead, and she still felt warm, so she took out a bottle of antibiotics from her bag and quickly took a couple of pills.

When Sam came out of the bathroom, he had changed clothes and had gone straight to his phone. She watched as his wet hair hung down over his eyes and slowly dripped before he ran his hand through it, pushing it back. "I'm gonna get some food, I'll be back in a bit". He said, and she nodded, gathering up her clothes and supplies and walking into the bathroom. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, drained, and she could see that she was shivering. She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off before starting to peel the gauze off. The wound was narrow, but it was still bleeding and she knew it needed stitches. Stitching herself up wasn't unfamiliar to her, she hunted solo long before she met the Winchesters. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt every time she had to do it though. She gritted her teeth as she cleaned the wound and began to sew it up, finishing off with covering it with a fresh clean bandage. Once she was finished washing up and getting changed, she made her way back to her bed. Feeling a little lightheaded, she lay down and closed her eyes for a few minutes to rest for a bit.

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[Y/N] was asleep when Sam arrived back. He'd brought back some food for her too, but he didn't want to wake her. She'd fallen asleep on top of her bed, and he paused while he was setting his food down on the table. He never really saw her look so peaceful, she was always busy doing something, talking about something, he never really saw her take a break. He watched as her chest slowly rose and fell with her breathing, quiet little snores accompanying them. He smiled to himself, he never let himself look at her too long while she was awake, scared that she'd catch him and that he'd make things weird. He never quite knew how to act around her. He knew he had a crush on her, Dean knew he had a crush on her, but [Y/N] didn't know, and he wanted to keep it that way. Sam's girlfriends never lasted long. He didn't know if he was cursed or what, but he didn't want to risk putting [Y/N] in any more danger than she already was, being a hunter. He quietly ate his food before deciding to go to bed too. The sooner they could get back to the bunker and go their separate ways, the better. He walked around [Y/N]'s bed to his own, and stripped down into his underwear before climbing in under the covers. He lay there awake for ten minutes or so, staring up at the ceiling until he gave in. He couldn't help himself.

He got out of his bed and walked around to [Y/N], carefully pulling off her shoes and maneuvering her so he could pull the covers down and lay them back on top of her. Her hair fell over her face as he let go of the covers, and without thinking he brushed it back. His hand lingered on her cheek, and he felt a strong warmth in his chest as she snuggled into his hand. Standing there in shock for a moment, he then quickly pulled his hand back and stepped away from her bed.

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It took Sam a long time to get to sleep that night, and he only finally fell asleep a couple of hours before his alarm went off the following morning. Lazily turning off the alarm, he checked the time before pushing his covers back and going in for a shower. He expected [Y/N] to be up waiting for him when he got out, but to his surprise, she was still asleep in her bed. "[Y/N]?" He called out. "You awake?" He began to pack everything away into his bag as he waited for a response, but she didn't stir. "Hey, it's time to go, come on". He said as he walked over to stand beside her. "[Y/N]". He said again and gently shook her shoulder, but she didn't respond. "[Y/N]?" He tried again, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. [Y/N] wasn't a heavy sleeper by any means, in fact she was usually the first to wake up after a hunt, so this was unusual. He grabbed both of her shoulders and shook her a bit harder, starting to panic slightly. "Hey, come on". He tapped her cheek, pulling back in confusion from the heat he felt.

He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Shit". It was clear she had a high temperature. "Shit, shit shit". He began to turn her head side to side, looking for an injury, then feeling around her neck and shoulders. "[Y/N], you need to wake up, if you got hurt yesterday then I need to know where". He tried to remember what he saw happen, he knew the wolf had knocked her down, had she hit her head? He couldn't see any marks on her skin. He quickly pulled the covers off her and scanned her body, his eyes immediately being drawn to the bloodstain on the sheets, matching the blood on the side of her top. He pulled her top up to reveal a bloody bandage.

He felt a cold wave throughout his body as he pulled the bandage off. She had stitched it, but the stitches had come loose. Thoughts of the stitches ripping as he'd moved her last night raced through his mind, but he pushed them back as he examined it. It was hot and red, clearly she hadn't been able to clean it properly between it happening and getting back to the motel. He thought about bringing her to the hospital, but there was no way he could get her in there without both of them being arrested, he had no doubt that they'd been caught on camera carrying the body out, and the teen witness and the doctor they saw would be able to ID them no problem. The next nearest hospital was miles away; he had to fix it himself and get them back to the bunker, hopeful that enough of Cas' grace had regenerated to heal her.

He grabbed her bag and pulled out her first aid kit, quickly pulling her top all the way off to get better access to the wound. He cleaned it thoroughly and got to work stitching it up. Sam was best as stitching, he usually did that for both Dean and [Y/N] since they tended to rush it. Sam took his time, making sure it was neat and that would hold, before covering it with a bandage. He routed through her bag again and took out the bottle of pills, groaning when he looked at the expiry date. "This is exactly what I mean about you being reckless, I told you to replace these months ago. They may aswell be sugar pills". He tossed them away and grabbed his own supply, pushing a couple of pills into her mouth and forcing her to swallow. He took a deep, slightly trembling breath as he watched her sleep, waiting for some sort of sign that she was going to be okay. "Come on Sweetheart". He reached forwards and stroked her cheek, still hot under his touch. "I need you to wake up, I need you to be okay". He ignored the tear that drip down his own cheek as he stared at her eyes, waiting for them to open. "Please". He sniffed.

He had sat there and watched her for what felt like hours, but was really only several minutes, when he tried shaking her again. "[Y/N]". He tried again, waiting for a response. "Please". He grabbed her shoulders and shook harder, before wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her up into a sitting position and pressing her head to his chest. He wiped his tears away before leaning his cheek on the top of her head, and swaying both of them. "Please". He whispered.

"Sam?" A small voice sounded from under him and he immediately pulled himself away to look down at her. "What's going on?" She asked, looking up at him.

"You're okay". He grabbed her tight and pulled her back into him again. "Fuck, you're okay". He held her close for a moment before pushing her back to see her face. "What the fuck were you thinking?" He asked, and she gave him a look of confusion. "Why didn't you tell me you got stabbed? You nearly died [Y/N]! You wouldn't wake up this morning, and I found you in a puddle of blood, a knife wound in your side. Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? I cleaned your hands like a fucking idiot last night while you were literally bleeding out in front of me, why would you do that to me?"

She blinked at him, completely taken aback by what he'd just said. "I.. I thought you'd be mad". She said. "You're always mad when I get hurt on hunts, you tell me I'm reckless and stupid, I didn't want to hear that yesterday Sam, not from you".

"Jesus, [Y/N]". He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "If you get stabbed you need to tell someone, okay?" Guilt was flowing through him at this stage, knowing that his efforts to keep a distance between them had endangered her life. She was still staring back at him in a slight state of shock and he sighed. "Look, I know I've been a dick to you. I know you'll find it hard to believe, but I do care about you. I just... I like you, more than I should, and that's dangerous. I know you've heard about Jess, and Maddison, and Sarah, and I just... I can't watch you die, okay? You're too important". He was about to ramble on about how scared he was to lose her when he was stopped in his tracks by her lips against his. It took him a moment to register what was happening before he closed his eyes and kissed her back. His hands flew up to either side of her head and he kissed her hungrily, like he'd been waiting for this since the moment he met her. He licked at her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him, letting their tongues collide. Her hands gripped his shoulders, finally able to feel them for herself instead of imagining what they felt like, and she moaned as his hands slipped into her hair.

He began to push her back onto the bed when she winced and breathed in sharply, snapping him out of it. "Sorry". She said as she grabbed the bandage.

"No, I'm sorry, I got carried away". He could feel his cheeks heating up a little. "I, uh, I didn't mean to do that". His hands were still in her hair as he stared down at her. "I'm sorry for everything".

"Does this mean you won't be a dick anymore?" She smiled up at him and pecked his lower lip, pulling a small chuckle from him.

"I guess it does. Come here". He tucked her head under his chin and breathed in deeply, savouring the moment. They had a long drive back to the bunker and a lot to talk about, but in that moment, everything felt right, to both of them.

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loousir · 10 months

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[Vampire] The only one

Vampire Male x Hunter Male Reader

Abel

Warnings/Notes: Mentions of blood, blood loss, knives, deep wounds, bandaging, nudity. I dunno, nothing crazy but part 2 coming soon. Will spice it up a bit with that one. I only went over this with a "proper" proof reading once so please forgive me

Part 2

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An infamous vampire you've been dueling with for the past decade has seemingly gone MIA. You didn't think much of it, assuming someone else ended him first or he had gone into hiding to plot his next move. Some days had gone by and there was no word of him, not even a confirmation he was dead. Not until you heard a weak knock at your door. You stood up from your arm chair and carefully opened the door. There knelt a battered and bruised body. It was covered in so much blood you couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman.

The head lifted to reveal the slashed face of your rival, an awkward yet desperate expression on his face. "I'm sorry I... I didn't know where else to go..." He said weakly, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. You stared down at him, a shocked and confused expression crossing your face as you realized what was happening. "What the hell..." You whispered. You looked around to make sure no one else was nearby and pulled him in. He may have been your enemy but you knew all about him.

"You understand who I am right?" You asked, staring down at him with furrowed brows. He nodded weakly. "Fully..." He said softly, voice rough with a cough, spitting blood across your floor. As much as your brain had been fighting with yourself, against your better judgment you pulled him into the bathroom. With a grunt, you picked him up and put him in the bath tub, turning on the water and letting it warm slightly before hosing him down. He didn't care you were being rough with him. His eyes remained closed as the blood was washed down the drain.

You were kicking yourself in the ass. You should have just killed him as soon as you opened the door and moved on with your life. But there was something that was keeping you from doing it. Maybe it was your curiosity. Wanting to know why or how he became so infamous. Or why he was a mess on your doorstep. Once he was as clean as you could get him, you ripped his clothes off, knowing they were ruined anyways. "Why did you come to me." You asked, tossing the wet, bloodied clothes into the sink. He didn't respond for a moment as he helped you get the clothes off. "I really... Didn't know where else to go..." He paused and glanced up to you while you were turned away. "I dont have anyone to help me..." He whispered.

You looked at him with a confused expression, starting to rinse him off again. He was fully naked and neither of you really cared in this moment. "I left my Coven." You blinked a couple times, pausing the water for a moment. "You left your Coven?" You asked, trying to understand what he had just said. He nods, still looking up to you. Now that the blood had been washed away, the cut that covered his face became more visible. It trailed from the left of his hairline and across his nose, stopping just at his right cheek bone, nearly missing his eye. It wasn't deep enough to warrant stitches. Thankfully.

"They did one hell of a number on you..." You said softly, continuing to rinse any wounds that were bleeding and carefully washing any blood that had crusted onto his skin. He closed his eyes and let you do whatever to take care of him. "Why?" He looked up to you again before looking away soon after. "It's a lot..." He said softly, sitting up more so you could get to his back and hair. "We've got all the time in the world..." You said, looking at the deeper slashes across his back that would need to be stitched. His hair was matted with blood, mostly at the ends so it didn't take much to wash it out.

He sighed, trying to find where he wants to start. "I've been turned for 60 years already but I hadn't joined a Coven until I was 47. I'm still a fledgling in Vampire terms." You listened to his words as you finished up washing him. "I was so brainwashed and dedicated to the Coven that I let them use me as a scape goat." He paused as you helped him out, sitting him down on the toilet and drying him off. You weren't sure if he could get sick but put a towel over his head to help soak up any leftover water. "Then we met." He paused as you stepped out to grab bandages as things you needed to patch him up.

"And you made me realize that I was just being used. So I did some digging around to find out what they were doing." You started with his legs, bandaging and stitching where it was needed, to which he didn't seem to mind. "And I'm sure you know... Considering you were pitted to hunt me and kill me." He said softly, tone changing a bit. You knew all too well. It was engraved into you. He was accused of committing mass genocide, and to say it was simply killing and drinking their blood was an understatement. You always assumed he had been some sort of all powerful ancient. It makes sense even if part of you didn't believe him. "Holy shit dude." You said, looking up to him. His expression was flicking between emotions. Shifting from anger, to sadness, to regret as he thought about everything that had happened.

You were onto his arms by now, leaving his torso and face til last. "Yeah. I'm sorry... For causing you trouble." He said softly. You shook your head. "Listen. As long as you, yourself, haven't killed anyone... I can't hold anything against you. Putting the facts together... There's no fucking way a towns worth of people could disappear in a night like that... Not without multiple parties." His eyes flicked up to look at you. Your expression held one of anger. You felt like you had been lied to as well. The hunters you were working for had to have known there was no way it was just one vampire doing this. There was definitely something going on. You had your suspicions on it but this confirms it.

He lifted his hand and placed it on your head gently, getting you to look up to him once more. "Thank you." He said softly, a tiny smile crossing his lips. You sighed and shook your head. "I dont really believe in people who are considered your 'allies' trying to kill you." You said, moving to work on his chest which wasn't nearly as bad as his back. His hand falls back to his side as he watches your hands work for a bit. "Just stay here for a while. Stay on the down low. I'll see what I can find out." You said softly, standing up from your kneeling position. "Let's go lay you down so I can do your back." You said softly, helping him stand and taking him into your bedroom. You didn't have a spare room and wasn't going to let him sleep on the couch. "On your stomach. Just be careful." You said, sitting him on the edge before letting him adjust as you went to grab the stuff from the bathroom.

"Are you hungry?" You asked, stepping back in. He was laying like a corpse with his eyes closed, opening them to look at you again for a moment. He looked away with what seemed like shame and didn't answer. "Hello?" You asked, leaning over the side of the bed to get started on his back. "I dont want to say yes..." He said softly. You nodded even though he couldn't see it. "Let me finish your back and I'll get you something." You said softly, phrasing it as if you weren't going to let him feed off of you.

Some time had passed as you carefully stitched his wounds. Neither of you spoke much and before too long, you had finished up and grabbed him some loose shorts to wear for the time so he wasn't buck naked. "Go easy for a while. Don't even think about ripping one of those stitches." You said, with a lighter tone as you left again to pack away the supplies you had brought out as well as dispose of the bloodied rags he had walked in with and clean the trail that had been left from your door. Thankfully no one really questioned when you came home covered in blood or took out soiled clothes as they were fully aware if what you did. It also helps it was the middle of the night.

Once you came back in, you make your way back to the bedroom to see him sitting up and looking at some of the decor that lined the walls. You grabbed a knife off of your night stand and sat on the bed next to him. He looked over to you as you held your palm up, slicing it open in front of him. His eyes widened as he grabbed your wrist. "The hells did you do that for?!" He asked, putting pressure so it didn't bleed much. "You said you were hungry. So eat." He shook his head and grabbed the role of bandages you left behind, trying to patch it up but you pushed it away. "I'll get you something tomorrow. Just for now."

He stared at you with wide eyes, looking from your hand back to your serious expression. "Eat, Abel." You said, using his true name. Abel went by several aliases and had no clue you even knew his real name. With great hesitance, he drank the blood that flowed from your palm. Albeit unintentionally, he hummed at the taste, enjoying the flavour. "Good to know I'm tasty." You teased lightly, a small smile crossing your lips. He looked up to you for a moment before looking away bashfully. "I didn't mean-" "I was teasing." You cut him off and pulled your hand back. "You can feed from me if needed but I'd be more than happy to find something when I go out tomorrow."

Abel looked back to you with a sweet gaze. "Thank you." He said softly. You nodded your head and stood up. "Keep a low profile. I could get in trouble if they knew I was housing you here. You are a wanted fugitive after all. By both human, and vampire terms." Abel smiled again and grabbed your hand, wrapping it up to make sure it didn't bleed anymore than it already had. "Rest well." He bid you as you walked back out.

Part 2

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jazeswhbhaven · 2 months

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Just Another Day in Hades...(Requiem of the Survivors Event React III)

Henlo again, third post time! Make sure you check out the previous parts before continuing! ->Part 1 -> ->Part 2->

Good to go? Let's finish this~

So we're back and this is final part to my react post!! It's mostly the damn image limit that kills me. Let me have 50 images per post ugh. Anywayssss

WOMP I spelt his name wrong in another post like all the way wrong. It's bad enough Orias couldn't even remember his name lmao

I'm crying because level with me... I read his name because of the typo as "Zaddy" instead of Zadkie Sure. I mean I'll call him Zaddy ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ (btw this is a different way of calling someone "Daddy" during sex) Now you know your admin was being horny for another angel again. I am never leaving the streets at this point and Dre has his eyes on me ready to have some words. m o v i n g o n n nn

So Orias is hyping up the angel trying to get him ready for when leviathan gets over to him. they see him from afar and have their little talk, and Zadkiel is nervous asf (as he should be) but Orias is like "you're fine :D" all while he's over there slobbering over Levi's soul again.

See. Look at him. Just confident. Also this part I'm just gonna hurry up and paraphrase so "Levi" walks up to Orias and the angel and after the two of them stare at each other BAM Orias tells the angels to attack "Levi" immediately.

Looks like they got him right???

W R O N G

After Orias ripped through "Levi's" chest and ate the orb, it didn't taste at all what he expected, and...it had the opposite affect of what he thought it would too.

Won't you look at that, Orias wasn't the only one who fucking came in with a failsafe key sort of speak. SO remember back when I said Zadkiel was staring at Levi??? Well he knew who it was because it wasn't really Levi at all but an old colleague of his named Ose that was disguised by the real Levi who only half trusted Orias's note. And as I suspected, Levi was too smart for that and if we remember that he and orias are the ones that can lie. so both parties threw everyone for a loop.

Leviathan played his cards right and he won. Foras witnessed such a thing before his eyes knowing he was probs gonna win anyway lol

And omfg how cheeky, Levi also just wanted to know what would happen if Orias swallowed the soul omg. Lol this is wild. So in short honestly, Zadkiel gave up, seems that he was under Gabriel since he said his name as his last words and the Leviathan monster pretty much swallowed everyone up. It nearly goes for Orias but Levi stops it.

Yes, even after all this bullshit, Levi sticks to his original promise that he wasn't going to do anything to Orias. In fact, he even has the monster spit out a few souls for Orias to eat.

Now see here, this whole "omg being over 21 means your so old now wow" joke is tiring because no one in their 20s looks like Orias who I assume looks like a wrinkled fucking peach under there and his hair is kinda greyed out too? which I mean I've heard of that happening but come on. lol

otherwise though it comes to a conclusion that Orias was pissed off that he was tricked even though he's the one that tricked Levi in the first place

I can't either Foras. I really can't. Orias needs the timeout chair if he's gonna act like this because omg it's almost like Levi is gentle parenting him so he can act better but I mean technically none of this is a good example of gentle parenting lol But also, Orias has a new noose on his neck and if I'm reading the room correctly, I think Levi intends on using it in it future because of how he says "your life belongs to me" and that it's not like the old one.

Orias is on a tight leash now, Levi's promise still hasn't changed, and our nobles learned more about him and us too.

CONCLUSION So for this event I give it a 9/10. One point off because Orias is being a little brat which kinda came off to me as in his big age, he was still acting like a child. Like yes, give him some grace because he was at that farm with Levi and had horrible stuff done to him and especially one that causes aging to where he may even die in another year or so and he's addicted to angel souls now and it makes him want more and more. I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting to highlight something...but I'mma be honest I'm running off fumes and I haven't slept at all SO if I do remember I'll just edit it in here. But but I hope you all enjoyed the heavy lore again, I really appreciate this that they're doing for the story because it's starting to kind of align with the main story kindish? And we get to see glimpses of how the devils are without MC around so I'm getting my piece of slice of life demon pie.

NOW though with the event done. I'm sure the next one crossing my fingers will be a Lucifer-centered one. maybe. Because they have told us before chapter updates would be every three months or so so that's a lot of waiting that I'm glad for because that means more time to beef up cards, unlock holy board stories, farm for materials. The best time for a f2p peep. btw these advanced candies are gonna fucking be the end of me, it's almost like I need to ONLY nab those during events because they get you at the end with those.

As always appreciate you all for reading my stuff, after I sleep today I'll get back to work on those requests again T^T byeee~ -your lovely admin ♥( ˆ⌣ ˆԅ)

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jcbbby · 11 months

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Vanity Fair Lie Detector Interview w/ Jamie Campbell Bower and You

hello! I've had this idea for like almost a year now lol. this is very dialogue heavy, there's not much description, but I felt like it kind of had to be, since it's just back and forth questions? idk, it's not my best work, but the idea is sickeningly cute and I needed to get it out. anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3 warnings: none! just fluff, ST4 costar!reader, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if I missed any gendered terms!)

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As part of your Stranger Things press tour following the release of Vol. 2, you and your co-star Jamie were appearing on the lie detector interview. Entering the set, it was dark, with just a single overhead light hanging above a metal table. You and Jamie sat in chairs in front of the table as you filmed the intro for the video.

"Which one of you would like to go first?" The producer asked off camera.

You both turned to look at each other, nervously smiling. You shuffled your feet against the floor.

"Uh...I guess I'll go." You shrugged. "I'll just rip the band aid off."

The camera cut and the polygraph examiner set up as you and Jamie took your places on either side of the metal table.

"I feel like I'm looking at 25 to life or something right now." You chuckled as the polygraph examiner finished hooking you up to the machine.

"Are you nervous?" Jamie smiled at you from across the table.

"I'm sweating!"

Jamie cleared his throat, adjusting his posture to sit up straight, smirking as he tried to look intimidating. Your lips scrunched into a thin line as your eyes widened, showing your anxious anticipation.

"Okay...first question: is today June 8th, 2022?" He read from the cards in his hands.

"Yes." You stated.

"Were you in season 4 of Stranger Things?"

"I was." You smiled.

"Did you always want to be an actor growing up?"

"Uh...y-yeah. I would say yes." You nodded. "One of the things I wanted to be, anyway."

"What else would you have wanted to be?"

"Uh, well I still do music, but I wanted to be a famous musician. For a hot second I wanted to be a museum curator." You smiled.

"Have you ever googled yourself to see what people think of your work?"

You laughed and then hung your head. "I have! I need the validation..."

"I'm British, and you're American. Do you think I do a good American accent?" He chuckled.

You paused, sucking in a breath jokingly before smiling. "No, I'm kidding. You do have a decently good one, actually. Yeah."

Jamie gave you a side eye and looked at the polygraph examiner, who sat still staring at the paper and moving dowels. He looked back at you and nodded judgingly.

"Do you remember your first celebrity crush?" Jamie smiled.

"Yes."

"Who was it?"

You let out a breath, a slight smile flashing across your lips. "Um, I think it was like, Orlando Bloom?" You laughed. "Man, him as a blonde elf, y'know?"

Jamie chuckled at your answer before glancing down to his cards and looking back up. He smirked. "Do you have a current celebrity crush?"

"Uh...yes." You pursed your lips, taken aback by the question slightly.

Jamie cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer over the table. "And who is your current celebrity crush?" He smirked.

Your eyes went wide and you felt your cheeks immediately blush. You glanced over to the polygraph examiner, laughing nervously. It was him. Ever since the day he walked into the table read, you were enamored with his beauty, inside and out. You were secretly so excited to be paired with him for these press events, despite not having much screen time with him. You hoped your feelings wouldn't be obvious, but now, being hooked up to a lie detector, you felt like you weren't able to hide it at all.

"Oh god...haha...uhh..." You looked back at Jamie, eyebrows high, biting your lips slightly. "Well...uh, all I'll say is... they're in the room currently..." You smiled shyly, averting your eyes.

You could feel the warmth of Jamie's smile that grew across his face. "I didn't know you felt that away about the polygraph man." He chuckled.

You looked up, seeing his cheeks lightly blushed. You giggled, looking over at the smiling polygraph examiner. "I'm glad I could finally let him know." You looked back to Jamie.

"Well...I'm sure he's absolutely flattered." He held your gaze for a moment before taking in a deep breath and looking back down at his cards. "Okay, last question... Would you say you're cooler than your character in Stranger Things?"

You laughed. "Oh god... Absolutely. They're much cooler than me, yes."

"Did you lie at any point during this interview that we didn't catch?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.

You grimaced, looking over to the polygraph examiner. "I don't think so, no. I didn't lie."

He gave a thumbs up and you jokingly exhaled a sigh of relief. The camera cut, and the crew came around you, setting up the next shot for Jamie to be in the hot seat. There wasn't much time for conversation as they worked around you, which you were slightly thankful for, given your admission. Though, you both did exchange a few soft glances and warm smiles, which made you feel less embarrassed. The two of you switched seats and the camera started rolling as the polygraph examiner hooked Jamie up to the machine.

"You're right, this is very surreal." Jamie laughed, looking at the equipment put on him.

"Are you nervous?"

"Maybe...I don't know yet." He smiled, settling into the seat with the wires now on him.

"You should be." You winked and brought the cards up in front of you. "Alright, is your name Jamie Campbell Bower?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Were you born in London, England?"

"Yes."

"You played Vecna in the new season of Stranger Things, as well as a member of the Volturi in Twilight. Would you consider yourself a good villain?"

Jamie's face twisted into a thought. "Oh wow. I mean...I don't think me, personally, as a villain. I try not to be! But I suppose the villain is fun to play, definitely. I guess I play the villain well, yes."

"You've been in a number of cancelled projects. Do you think you make bad career choices?" You tried to hold back your laughter.

He laughed out loud. "Thanks for bringing it up, love. Uh...no. I think they were all projects I really believed in and felt a connection to. I chose them because I enjoyed them. So no, I don't think that."

"You have made music with bands The Darling Buds, Counterfeit, and as a solo act. Would you want to be a full-time musician if you weren't an actor?"

He thought for a moment. "I suppose, yes. But I really couldn't imagine one without the other. They're both so deeply part of me. So...yes and no?"

"Do you secretly hate the Duffer brothers for making you go through 8 hours of prosthetics to play Vecna instead of just making it CGI?"

Jamie laughed again. "No! I don't!" He looked over to the polygraph examiner.

"He's telling the truth." He said flatly.

"Phew...I still have a job, good." He jokingly wiped his brow. "No, I think the choice to have it be almost entirely practical effects really made all the difference for you know, my scene partners, as well as for my own ability to get into character."

"Did you take anything from set that no one gave you permission to take?"

"Uh....n-no...no, I don't think I took anything without permission... I hope not?"

You looked down to the cards in your hand, scanning the questions listed. But you had an idea.

Well, payback time for me. Who's your current celebrity crush, then?" You smirked, narrowing your eyes.

He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "Oh god. Yeah, yeah...I guess fair is fair." He leaned forward. "Well, um...I'm looking it at them." He smiled shyly.

Your mouth hung open, lilting up at the ends in euphoric shock. You bit your lip, letting the full smile overtake your face, stinging your cheeks. "Oh...is that so?" You giggled.

"We can defer to the polygraph man." He gestured over as you both looked to the man sat in front of the machine.

He smiled, looking back over to you, nodding. "He's telling the truth."

"Oh...well, I guess that's-that's convenient isn't it?" You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush.

"Did we just become a couple in this interview?" Jamie laughed.

"I think we did." You shook your head in disbelief, joining him in his laughter.

"Wow, this was much more affective than Tinder, this is what everyone should be doing." He gestured to the lie detector equipment.

"And on camera, too." You gave finger guns to the camera, giving a wink. "Um...but okay. Wow... Well, final question: Did you lie at any point during this interview and we didn't catch it?"

Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't believe I told any lies."

The polygraph examiner nodded, backing up that Jamie had not told lies. You smiled, setting the cards down, laying your hands on the table. Jamie smiled and reached across, taking your hands in his. The camera cut and the crew swelled around, taking the lie detector equipment away and setting up for you two to film the outro to the video.

The crew set the chairs back to the front of the table and had you two sit their once again. The producer called to roll the camera and let you know to start.

"Well, this has been Lie Detector Interview, or Lie Detector Matchmaker I guess." Jamie chimed. You burst out laughing, nudging Jamie's shoulder. "I thought this would be terrifying, but it actually went quite well I'd say." He looked to you.

You nodded. "Better than I would have expected." You smiled up at him. "Thanks so much for having us, Vanity Fair! This has been lovely!"

You both held your hands up, intertwined with the other, before leaning against one another with smiles on both of your faces.

"This is video is going to break the internet." Jamie whispered, leaning into your ear, drawing a delighted laugh from you just as they cut the camera.

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hii. can i request a very dark non-con/dub-con modern aemond fic?

they are college classmates and they got a project together. they are not friends and they haven't talk to eachother, but due to the project, they have to met in the library of the university. while they are doing their project (probably philosophy or history) she explains her point of view in like politics or something like that and he disagrees, so they argue a bit about it and he, for some reason, gets hard listening to her. he asks her to stand up and when she does, he kisses her very roughly. she is confused and when she asks him what is going on he ignores her, he rips her tights (she is wearing a skirt) and begins to fuck her without even preparing her, she clearly doesn't understand what is happening but at some point she starts to feel pleasure, yet she is worried because he is fucking her in the table of a public library. at the end, she tells him to don't come inside of her because she isn't on birth control but he does it anyway.

oh also if you could add some size kink? like she is so small and easy for him to manhandle her and it is really hard for her to take his dick lol. just very dark kinky smut. thank you and sorry if i am asking for too much! <3

This Will Hurt

A/N: I’ll need to repent after this. Hahaha. Anyway I loved writing this and I think I followed the idea very well. But this is very dark so please all keep this in mind. Definitely my darkest fic so far. Also sorry for any differences in vocabulary obviously I’m from the UK so university and college are the same thing. Requests are still open. Warnings: Super dark fic. Non con. Dub con. 18+. Full on smut. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader Word count: 1.7k

Anxiety crept into your bones as you scampered off the bus, trying to get to university library as fast as you possibly could. You had completely forgotten about your study session with Aemond, only realising halfway through a few drinks at the pub with your housemates. You were a complete mess after rushing between your flat and back to campus to be able to make it. Not only were you fifteen minutes late for the study session but you barely knew your project partner and this was definitely not the greatest first impression.

When you finally got to the library, you had to quickly run to the bathroom to sort yourself out, before making your way up the library elevator.

It wasn't till you made your way to the very back of the library that you found Aemond. He was situated in a book, carefully reading with his laptop beside him. He didn't bother to glance up when you placed your bag beside him, perching down in the seat and taking out your stuff.

"You're late," Aemond hissed, his eye glaring at you from the side.

Of course the most studious person on your course was going to be so aggravated about you being fifteen minutes late. Gods, why did your lecturer have to pair you up with him?

"Sorry," you muttered, pulling out your laptop and setting up the rest of your stuff.

Within half an hour you were both deep in thought as you begun different parts of your research project. Aemond barely bothered to speak to you and when ever you made a comment he would only make a hum in reply. You found Aemond tediously boring, hoping there would have been more to the quiet mysterious boy in class.

Aemond felt similarly towards you. While he had thought you were fairly attractive, especially in that skin tight skirt that hugged your figure, you were nothing more than that. All beauty and no brains.

His head lifted as he looked over your shoulder and onto your notes. Something peeked his interest as he scoffed turning back to his own notes.

"Something amusing?" You asked, turning to look at him now.

"Your notes they are very… biased," Aemond stated, leaning back in his chair.

"They aren't if they are backed up with sources," you stated, pointing at the clear quotes on your notes.

"I'm sure you could find some sources that would also contradict those statements," he told you, frowning slightly as his tone became abrasive.

"I'm sure you have something you really want to enlighten me with," you mocked, giving him a wicked smirk as you swivelled towards him. "Go on then, enlighten me."

"Well the Cold War isn't just due to American and Soviet aggression," he laughed in exasperation, chest tightening as he glared down at you. "It's due to so many other factors like the Second World War. You can't just rule these facts out. Also, you can't argue it's the mainly due to American's hatred towards communism just because you yourself hate capitalism."

"I never said I hated capitalism," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Well, do you hate capitalism?" Aemond questioned, lips curled into a tight smile.

"I despise it actually," you confirmed, scowling back at him.

"See you base your argument on opinion," Aemond argued, voice growing louder. Luckily enough hardly any one was around definitely not bothering to be in the library this late in the evening. "This is where you will lose marks-"

"I do not base my sole argument on one point," you interrupted, practically shouting at him. "If you had taken a look at all of my notes you would see that it was the basis of my argument. In fact it makes very much sense that the American aggression towards communism and its constant need to colonise the rest of the world was what started the very conflict between the USSR and USA..."

Aemond was entranced as you continued to argue your point, completely thrown off by how you stood up for yourself. Maybe he was wrong about you, there were some intelligence inside that brain of yours. The way you argued your point face growing red and flustered, body tensing as you continued to point back to your notes was turning him on. His trousers felt suddenly tight and constricting as he watched you babble on.

"Aemond?" You raised a brow unsure if he was even listening to you anymore as he stood speechless before you.

He hummed as if he had been listening the whole time.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed loudly about to turn back to your notes.

"Stand up," he barked, standing up himself.

"What?" You stated up at him completely baffled.

"Stand up."

The way he held your stare so intense as his jaw clenched tightly. You found yourself standing obediently.

Your mouth opened slightly to snap back at him but Aemond forcefully shoved his lips onto yours. He yanked your resisting body towards his and practically threw your small frame onto the table. Your hands pushed and punched at him but he was stronger than you as he kept your hold on him.

You twisted your neck away, catching a breath of air as your face turned to the side. "What are you doing?" You protested, clawing at him.

His violet eye was dark and dilated as he looked down at you, bunching your skirt up to your waist. You crawled away from him, throwing the books off the table as you tried to get further away. Aemond dragged you back down by your legs, holding your body down with his weight as his hand made his way between your legs.

"Stop please," you pleaded, fear corsing through your body as tears welled in your eyes. "Aemond, seriously."

Your voice grew louder and with that Aemond was pressing his lips on to yours again. His hand slipped under your top, quickly groping at your tits. He groaned into your mouth tasting you and your tears as you weakly protested.

His hands reached between your thighs ripping at the tights that covered your panties. His fingers breeched your thong and Aemond was glad for such thin material shredding it away to leave him easy access.

"Please, Aemond. Stop," you sobbed, body shaking from terror at what was going on. Your mind clearly fogged as you stopped fighting against him, paralysed to the core at what was about to happen.

Aemond ignored your crying as he pressed sweet kisses along your jaw. His massive body pressed further on to you, leaving your frame crammed between him and the table.

"Shhh now," Aemond hummed into your ear, his mouth greedily sucking on your neck. "This will hurt a bit."

You hadn't realised he had unbuttoned his trousers as you felt his tip nudge at your entrance. You gasped in realisation, twisting away.

"No, no," you repeated, whimpering pathetically.

His hand covered your mouth as he slid his cock down your slit, positioning himself against your entrance. He was surprised at your slight arousal but he knew with his size it would hurt regardless.

"Be quiet," he whispered, looking from side to side at the area around you. “You don’t want someone to catch us now.”

Aemond thrusted himself into you, groaning into your ear as he felt how tight you were around his cock. The size of him felt so painful as he slid in and out of you, making you scream into his hands. But Aemond didn’t let up as he continued at his agonisingly slow pace, savouring the moment.

You feel yourself tensing as he teased your clit, circling it with his thumb. Finally you started to feel pleasure as he hit into your harder your sobs turned into whimpers under his hand. Your wetness started to coat him, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. Your pussy clenched around him drawing himself closer to the edge.

“Fuck your so tight around me,” he hissed, pushing his lips onto yours as he removed his hand. His hand now gripped onto your hips and hit into you deeper and harder than before, his thumb not giving up as it rubbed faster against your clit.

A moan escaped your lips, his name falling from your tongue and into his mouth as he kissed you feverishly. As the bundle of nerves built in your stomach, your mind become clouded, not able to even think about fighting against him.

Aemond realised this finally hovering over you to give you space. From his position he was able to carefully watch as the quiet moans and whines fell from your mouth. Your face contoured in pleasure at how full you felt from the size of him, enjoying the pleasure of the pace he had set.

You felt it washing over you suddenly as your pussy clenched around him, your thighs even squeezing around his hips to keep him close. His mouth covered yours once again smothering the loud cry that wrecked your body as you came undone underneath him.

You stared up at him as you came back up from your orgasm, realisation hitting you once again. His pace became sloppy and his tempo changed as he nestled his face into your neck. You panicked trying to push him off of you and Aemond grabbed your wrists to pin you down once again.

“I’m not on any birth control,” You squealed, using your hands to pull yourself away. It really was no problem use as Aemond kept you securely pinned down. “Aemond, you can’t don’t do this.”

Aemond didn’t listen as he coated your walls, masking his own moans into the skin of your neck. He made sure to pump every single bit into you until he knew he was done, holding himself there for a moment. When he pulled out, he watched completely entranced with the cum leaking out of your hole.

Softly he kissed all over your face trying to calm you as he held your trembling body. He fixed your skirt pulling it down, helping you get up from your position.

“I think I should help you get home,” Aemond told you, grabbing all of your stuff together. He held onto it not allowing you to escape. “It would be for the best.”

You nodded obediently, following him out of the library with shaky legs. When you finally looked up from the floor, you noticed Aemond with a proud grin on his face clear as day. The man that had just violated your very being but had made you cum harder than any man had ever before.

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Nothing Will Be the Same Again | Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader

anonymous asked: hello, how are you?, could you make an imagine with simon and reader with the phrase """Stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like I mean everything to you.""

summary: you're not ready for this moment, sitting with Ghost in a hospital room and sobbing your eyes out - you're not ready.

tws: death, blood

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Nervously, you chewed and pulled the flesh from your bottom lip as you did your best not to become distracted by everything around you; by the lifeless and dull room you were packed into, throat dry and the stench of hand sanitiser clogging your already blocked nose.

You couldn't believe that it was all happening, a stinging and pounding headache at the very front, body aching as the last few sobs were ripped from the back of your throat; snot so thick on your sleeve that you could feel its cool lick against your skin, nose burning and itching from being rubbed against the coarse material of your jacket far too many times.

You could hardly see anything, it was all blurry and white when the LED lights caught your eyes. You kept begging, kept pleading, asking the guy upstairs if he could just do you one favour and not take your beloved away from you.

"Not my baby, please," you would whisper, voice raw and hoarse as you shook your head, chest aching. "Please, anyone but my baby. Please, that's all I'm asking, just not him."

You knew there would be no answer, you weren't sure if you really wanted one anyway, but that still didn't stop you from begging and pleading; you needed to put the blame on someone, needed someone to scream at so at least you could make some sense of the cruel and unjust fate you were being subjected to.

The senseless and needless heartache that made your body tremble, bottom lip quivering every second, breaths ragged; you wondered if the doctors and nurses would barge in and demand to know who you were screaming at, but that thought soon faded when you wiped your eyes and saw the condition he was in.

Strapped up to dozens of monitors, drips feeding into his arms, tubes in his nose; his eyes weren't the same, cloudy and almost entirely a greyish blue, even the whites. He wasn't telling you army jokes that made you roll your eyes, refused to eat and drink.

You knew it wouldn't be long, but you didn't want him to leave.

His breathing was ragged and quick, panting more than anything, gasping and wheezing with every single breath that he took; he was in pain, wincing and seething even though he still tried to hide it. You could hardly bear to see him like that, collapsing into the navy blue chair beside him, holding on tightly to his hand as you sniffled and wiped your nose on the knee of your jeans instead.

"Don't go," you begged softly, bottom lip quivering yet again. "Please, Simon, don't go anywhere. I can't follow you if you do."

He was weak, and he was fading fast, you could see it in his clouded eyes, in the panicked and racing breaths, in the painful way that he coughed and spluttered; when he had the strength, he could talk but it took far too much out of him to say even just one word. You didn't wonder where the team were.

Gaz, Soap, Price. They had left hours ago, when the final cracks of sunlight were still streaming through the straight and unmoving curtains; they told you that you were there if you needed anything, but none of them wanted to hang around. They knew how much you and Ghost needed to be alone, they understood.

You whimpered, grasping his hand and holding on tightly as you sniffled and swallowed thickly; your throat was sticky, and it was nearly painful to so much as try and force the words out from the back of your throat. You had known Ghost for years, his only friend from childhood, his only partner in life. You were meant to be getting married soon, everything had already been planned.

Now, he was getting ready to leave you all alone; a life without Ghost. Home wouldn't exist anymore, just a sore and weeping wound; a gash where the bed was. A stab wound where the kitchen used to be and where you used to dance together; the same kitchen where he asked you to marry him.

Flowers wouldn't be as bright without him in your life. Love songs would only make you feel resentment and anger. You wouldn't be able to drink coffee without him making him every morning. You wouldn't be able to steal his hoodies and grin when he said that you looked so much better in them than he did. The smell of his aftershave and cologne wouldn't stick to the bedsheets.

"Simon, please," you growled, hot tears streaming down your face, snot dribbling from the tip of your nose as you gently shook his hand. "Simon. Don't... don't leave me all alone."

Ghost slowly shook his head, spluttering as he coughed and struggled to sit upright. "Stop it."

"What?"

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I mean everything to you," his voice was so hoarse, every syllable was barbed wire against the roof of his mouth and the soft flesh of his throat. The taste of blood heavily on his tongue as he let out a long and hard wheeze. "Let me go, sweetheart."

You shook your head, able to feel your stomach drop and all energy fade from your body as you whimpered; he sank down against the scratchy bed and pillows, and let out a few more splutters. He was so tired. "I can't let you go... what am I gonna do without you?"

You knew what he would say if he could; that you were smart, a lot smarter than he was, and you would figure it out with time. You knew he would try and ease your pain with words of reassurance, but as you watched the last breath leave his lips, the monitor going flat and starting to drone, you knew.

You knew, more than anything, that there would be no reassurance.

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It's in the Blood

It was a lazy Saturday at the Arc household. Pyrrha and Jaune are both taking a well deserved day off. Their first and second youngest, Helen and Gorga, were with their Aunt Nora and their Uncle Ren. It was peaceful.

Pyrrha: *lounging outside* It's so nice out.

???: Just hold still!

???: Yeah, I know!

Pyrrha: Hmm? What's that?

Pyrrha gets off her chair, walking to the side of the house. There she sees her middle children, the Twins. Romula and Remus Lupus Arc, both 8 years old. Romula was standing in front of a tree, with an apple sitting on top of her head of red hair.

Her brother, Remus, was standing a few yards in front of her. His blue eyes were squinted in concentration, and he seemed to be holding... A KNIFE?!

Romula: RIP IT DUDE!

Remus: Alright, here it goes! *throws knife*

Pyrrha: OH OUM!!!

Pyrrha quickly used her semblance, stopping the knife before it even got close to Romula, and then putting it in her hand.

Pyrrha: By the cracked moon, what the hell are you doing?!

Remus: Practicing knife throwing.

Pyrrha: WHY?

Romula: We saw some videos online, and it looked really cool!

Remus: Yeah, and Papa told us about when he threw knives with his sisters. And it sounded so awesome.

Romula: Mega awesome.

Pyrrha: Okay, but why would you use yourselves as targets? What if you got hurt, or worse?

Romula: We were aiming for the apples. And we have our auras. We were fine.

Pyrrha: *sighs really deeply and rubs her eyes* You're both grounded.

R+R: Mama!

Pyrrha: You're both grounded for a week. No videogames! Where's Michael. He should be watching you.

Remus: He said he would be at the big tree.

Romula: *upset* He left before we even started!

Pyrrha: *sighs even deeper* Of course he is. Just, just go to your room.

R+R: *dejected* Yes mom.

As Pyrrha storms off to the tree, the twins started to collude.

Romula: Wanna watch a scary movie?

Remus: Sure.

____

The Arc home was surrounded by forest. About a 100 yards away was the Big Tree, the biggest tree in the whole forest. You could see the top of the tree from the front of the house. Michael Cherub Arc, a 12 year old and the oldest Arc child, preferred the tree as his hangout of choice, somehow getting all the way to the top. Pyrrha never really knew how he got up there, but right know she really didn't care.

Pyrrha was nearing the foot of the tree. Craning her neck up, she could see some blond locks. Her son for sure. He was looking at the sky, away from the house, and before she could even open her mouth, he spoke.

Michael: Hey mom.

Pyrrha: Michael Cherub Arc, what are you doing up here?! I told you to watch the twins!

Michael: *munch* I wanted to look at the heavens again. Anyway, they're fine. They weren't going to do anything dangerous.

Pyrrha: They were throwing knives.

Michael: ...oh. *chewing* Well, with their aura, it couldn't be that dangerous.

Pyrrha: Wait... What are... What are you chewing? Are you eating my figs again?!

Michael: N-No...

Pyrrha: I swear to the Brothers. Get your butt down that tree and go to your room! You are grounded mister!

Michael: *figs falling out his mouth* B-B-BUT MAMA!

Pyrrha; No buts mister. I told you to do this one thing, and you didn't do it! You left! And on top of that, you ate my figs! You know your father grows those for me!

Michael: Mama I'm sorry!

Pyrrha: Sorry doesn't cut it. You better be at the house in ten minutes, or I'm adding another week to your punishment.

Michael: Okay.

Pyrrha released another sigh. She was just so tired.

_____

Later, at the Arc house...

Pyrrha was stressed. She needed to snack on something, and maybe have a small sip of wine. As she walked to the kitchen, she could hear the mad yelling of her second eldest, Constantine, from his room upstairs.

Constantine: You PEASANT ants. You think you can come into MY kingdom, take a bite of MY rations? I'll show you. I'LL SHOW YOU ALL! AH HAHAHAHAHA!

...Nope. Not dealing with that now. She needed to recharge. Upon entering the kitchen, she saw her beloved husband, Jaune Arc. He was also relaxing for today, since there where no missions. He as at the counter, putting milk, white bread, and... beer? into a bowl, which he then put powdered sugar on top of.

Pyrrha: Beloved, what are you eating?

Jaune: Oh, hey Pyr. I'm just having a snack. I would've used brandy, but it's just too early for that.

Pyrrha: *somehow sighs even deeper*

Jaune: *walks over to pyrrha* Pyr, are you okay?

Pyrrha: *embraces jaune* Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that our kids are crazy. I really don't know why I'm acting surprised, all you Arcs are crazy. I mean, for Oum's sake, their father decided it was a good idea to fake his way into a top huntsman school, without any prior training or even having his aura unlocked.

Jaune: Hey. I'm not that crazy.

Pyrrha: As your partner and wife, I can say with confidence that you are.

Jaune: Hmm. Is there anything I can do to help?

Pyrrha: Could you make me some lasagna?

Jaune: *kisses her forehead* One steaming hot lasagna coming up.

Pyrrha went to make herself a cup of coffee, and she looked at her husband cook. She smiled to herself, even though her family was completely mad, she wouldn't trade them for the world.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #arkos #the twins share a single braincell #michael inherited most of the mental illness #he's a bit distant #constantine is just weird #on some emperor type shit #he'll mellow out later dont worry #all arcs are fucking crazy headcanon

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bomberqueen17 · 4 months

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the saga isn't quite over yet tho

So, the kitchen. Well it still needs painting but also now I have to put everything away. We ate dinner Friday night over at dude's mom's house because all our food was there and also we didn't have chairs in the new kitchen yet.

Yeah. We gotta go find chairs.

First I want to start off with this detail.

[image description: a close-up of the white tiled wall, where it intersects with the ceiling, one of the cabinets, and the stainless steel vent hood over the stove. The tiles are staggered in a regular pattern, but there is a tiny, maybe half-inch-wide segment of tile next to the cabinet in every other row, which I know Jim had to painstakingly trim off and carefully adhere like that, so that it looks like the pattern goes behind the cabinet.] I pointed those out to Jim and said I loved them, and he smiled and said they were a pain in the ass but there's no other way to do it, and I said I would always always look at them and think about what a pain in the ass they had been to do.

Anyway. Friday evening we brought the cat over and she realized with delight she could not only get to her window but also then traverse the entire expanse of cabinet, daintily picking her way over the stove to go over the sink and stare out that window too. She's not likely to get into stuff and clearly did not enjoy crossing the stove, so I'm not super worried about her actually getting into trouble. We made do, sitting at the counter on a combo of the folding stool and dude's work chair which is adjustable to... not high enough but... well at least it's sort of comfortable.

There is a pile of very long trim pieces that is shoved into the living room and is sort of preventing use of about half the couch, so I didn't have anywhere else to sit all evening, lol. Good thing the chair was comfy, and I didn't totally mind it being too low.

But I was resolved that Saturday we were getting chairs somehow.

Saturday morning we got up and got ready, and discovered that our coffeemaker, a Mr. Coffee in excess of 15 years of age, had developed a fatal issue. Dude's mom only has a little one-cup Keurig and so we brought our machine over, and in the move it developed a crack in the pipe that brings water from the heating element to distribute it over the grounds. This is not really repairable. I had to kind of convert it from a drip to a pour-over, and stood there with the kettle carefully pouring water through the basket. RIP Mr. Coffee, you served us well and long.

Dude opened Wirecutter and looked up drip coffeemakers. He also researched stainless steel cleaners for me, and confirmed our itinerary with me.

We hit the road and got to Target before 9am. We got a bin to fit under the sink for recyclables, we got the last bits of shelf liner I still needed, we got a dish drainer (a nice, new, small one so we could retire the large decaying bamboo one we got also 15 years ago). We got hot glue sticks, randomly, because I need some. And we got the Cuisinart coffee maker that Wirecutter had said was the best drip coffeemaker for most people.

Then we went to Big Lots in case they had counter-height stools. They didn't.

Then we went to a different commercial region ten minutes away. (That's how it works, there are little clusters of shops along various roads and there's different ones in different areas. This other cluster also had a Target but an inferior one.) We went first to a plaza with a Petco, to get the special cat food Chita likes that isn't at the grocery store, and next door to that was a Harbor Freight, that sometimes has good rolling stools, but they did not have anything suitable. Next to *that* was a Raymour & Flanagan furniture store.

Well. When we entered the furniture store, we unwittingly passed through some kind of portal, as it was much larger on the inside than on the outside. We wandered, dazed and lost and slightly overheated; we sat in some chairs and they weren't quite right, those were too hard, these had nail head designs on the backs that dude didn't like, these were a dark wood that matched nothing in our house. The saleslady found us and asked to help, and we tried to show her the first ones we'd looked at, which had been sort of close to what we wanted, but we could not find them and roamed a long time, together with her, finding new rooms full of other furniture, lost and weary. Finally she just searched their website, and found that nothing answered the description we'd given her and that she was sure she'd also seen somewhere around here. She gave us her card, and we stumbled back out into the morning, feeling like we'd sojourned a thousand years in the fairy world.

We went to Homegoods, which I'd been to the week before, and they'd had some stools that I thought sounded a lot like what Dude was describing as his desired seating item. So I led him straight to them. They had a total of six stools in their display. Four of them were of one set. And Dude was like "Oh yeah! Just like that!"

So we pulled one out and sat on it, and it was comfortable enough, and the right height, and functional, so we said probably we should get these. And we went over and got some kitchen storage thingies, some lazy susans and a drawer organizer thing and whatever, but then we came back to these stools and there was an employee there and we asked her if we were supposed to just shove these in our cart or what and she was like oh hang on and got a guy from the back to come take them to the front, and he was like "your name's on 'em so just say those are yours when you check out". Bada-bing. We got two of them, apparently Nautica brand, which I've heard of but don't know anything about. Sure!

[image description: a view into the trunk of a hatchback (Subaru Forester), showing two gray-upholstered wooden stools crammed in 69-style to the left (in the progress of being crammed in, there's Dude's arm in the middle pushing the second one), and to the right is a Target bag and the box of a coffeemaker and the recycle bin and all the shit we got at Target jumbled into the corner.]

Triumphant, we set out for home, but there was another furniture store on the way home and Dude wondered if we ought to go see, just to see what they had. So we did, we went in and I beelined for the recliners.

See, the thing is, Dude's mom has a recliner in her living room. And it's the throne, where she watches TV. And Chita loves to sit on it, it's where she spent most of the time we were staying there. And I sat in it mostly because that's where the cat wanted to be, but oh wow, it was comfortable. And lo... when I stood up, my hip was in the right place, and there was no pain, unlike when I unfold myself from shrimping on the couch and have to put myself back together every time.

And yeah my general pain levels were way down the whole time we stayed there, even though the mattress is way too hard and ought to have fucked me up pretty good. And...

shit. I'm the kind of middle-aged that needs a recliner.

And they had one, at Ashley, and it was on sale for enough that the delivery fee and taxes still made it come out less than the sticker said. But they can't deliver it until late January. Which is fine because our living room is full of kitchen furniture and I have to finish putting all of it away.

So. New kitchen and also new living room furniture. But I'll worry about that later.

Now we could go home triumphantly and get started putting stuff away.

The chairs are yet another neutral, but it's a coordinating neutral, they kind of match the countertops, with a creamy-white kind of base color flecked in grays. We have made no progress thereby at choosing a color for the kitchen-- I had been prepared to accept a boldly-colored item and have to pick colors around it, but no. We remain classy, tasteful, and neutral, and I'm going to have to do something about it.

[image description: A bay window with a glossy countertop in front of it, and in front of that are a pair of counter-height stools, with cream-upholstered seats and backs, and wooden legs.]

I think I need a better lamp to go on this windowsill. There's plenty of lighting in the room, but no non-overhead light for this space, and nothing controllable from this end of the room. I'm vaguely considering a tiny chandelier if I can find such a thing, that would be fun.

I also think it would be fun to install some kind of art piece up there in that chunk of wall between the trim and the ceiling, you see that narrow band there? It's like six or eight inches by like. 48 inches. I'll measure it later. A slogan would be funny but I also just had the idea of like, a mini Bayeux tapestry only depicting some other kind of event, not sure what.

I'll put it on the list, LOL.

Anyway-- the really critical things are 1) that it turns out our gray kitchen coordinates beautifully with our gray cat, who is of course the most beautiful, and 2) our gray cat can hop up on these stools and thus is able to avail herself of Attention and Snuggles. (I had worried I'd have to get her a stepstool I'd have to then leave set up, so she could reach this window.)

[Image description: a gray and white cat is encircled within a man's arms on the kitchen counter, and has the back of her neck pressed against his face, her eyes closed in contentment.] She was rubbing her ear against his nose, which is a thing she for some reason loves to do.

So. All is well. I've been putting things in cabinets and taking them back out, and running everything I possibly can through the dishwasher, and to my astonishment haven't wrecked a thing yet I didn't intend to (I already know from being at my sister's that a certain category of plastic container will mostly melt in there but that's fine if you're just trying to get it clean to recycle it, it's not like it gets onto other things). And Dude realized the dishwasher has an app, so he paired his phone to it.

At Middle-Little sister's prompting, we've named the dishwasher Suds MacKenzie, since it lets you pick a name and that's the funniest one we could think of.

We retrieved our groceries from Dude's mom's house and cooked dinner and set off the smoke alarm so now we've really broken it in.

The stove is *really level*. For the record.

#about the author #kitchen remodel

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gimmeyourlovepls · 6 months

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Jealousy

summary: you and the other Baudelaire siblings are on the Queequeg, and seeing Fiona all touchy feely with Klaus makes your blood boil. So, you write your feelings out, but you didn't know that he would read them.

a/n: hi! Was rewatching asoue and the ideas just exploded. Side note, normally you, the reader, at least in this one-shot, are very clingy to Klaus, always hugging him and holding his hand. Anyway, read!

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You sat on a chair, staring at Klaus and that girl that is currently too close to him. You wanted to push her away so badly, to hold Klaus and drag him away, but you weren't his girlfriend, and you probably never would be with the way he's falling for literally every girl who's not you, starting with Isadora and now Fiona. Getting up, you walked to the chambers that Fiona gave you to sleep and found your journal, right on top of your bed.

Before Uncle Monty's horrible death, you and him got pretty close and you told him about your love for writing, so he gave you one of his empty journals and told you to write every once in a while and come show him. You never got to show him a single one.

Picking up the pen that you always put on the notebook, you started to write angrily, your hand moving so fast the ink becam sligthly smudged.

Why is Klaus touching her so much, being touched by her so much? I should be the one clinging to him, okaying and helping him with his ideas, touching his arm, smiling at him, kissing him. The idea of Fiona and him makes me sick. Why should she and her stupid submarine come and steal Klaus away? But, if he really likes her, I'll go along, I'll smile when they say they're dating, giggle at every time she makes him flustered, and I'll cry at there wedding, although the tears will not be ones of joy. When they have their first kid, I'll hold them happily, smiling at how they have his eyes, his beautiful, shining, kind, intelligent eyes that I could lose myself in, and I have. And I'll cry myself to sleep every night, alone because I can't imagine myself with anyone else but him.

You finished writing, pen ink slightly staining your palms and fingertips. Reading over what you just wrote, a sense of dread and disgust filled you. How could you write this about another person? Without another thought, you ripped the page out, crumpling it and throwing it somewhere it would not be seen for hopefully a long time.

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Frowning, you were lost in your own mind, drowning in your thoughts as Violet talked about something to do with the machinery. "...what do you think, Y/N?" You look up, confused. "O-oh, yeah, sure!" She looked at you with a stange look. "I just asked you if you'd eat glue with apples? What's wrong Y/N?" Sighing, you sat up straight. "Nothing, just... do you think that Klaus likes Fiona?"

You saw the gears turning in her head before she smiled, and you immediatley regreted your question as she started speaking. "You like Klaus!" The way you looked away from her said everything she needed to know. "Y/N, you should tell him!" "Do you see the way he smiles around her? I don't stand a chance!" You frowned, thinking about Klaus and Fiona. Violet smiled kindly, taking your hands in hers. "I'm gonna be honest with you, my brother is not always the brightest when it comes to love. I think he'll accept you."

"Accept you for what?" You looked up quickly, and saw Klaus holding a book and a... crumpled piece of paper? Thankfully, Fiona wasn't around him for once. "Y/N has something she wants so ask you." You gave Violet a glare, but she just smirked and waited for you to speak. "I u-um, wanted to ask you... where Sunny is! Yeah, I n-need to see Sunny..." Klaus gave you a funny look, a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher, and said, "She's just in the kitchen, helping out." Getting up quickly, you gave Klaus a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and walked to the kitchen, still pondering what Violet said. You always gave him a hug or kiss on the cheek, but that one was different. You tried to convey all your feelings in it, even though he wouldn't be able to tell.

Taste testing Sunny's food will make you feel better.

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A whole bunch of stuff had happened in a suprisingly short amount of time, and long story short, you were about to escape Count Olaf for the umptenth time in the Queequeg with Sunny, Klaus and Violet, and Fiona was leaving to follow her brother, which was the hook-handed man who was an associate of Count Olaf. All the information was making your head spin, but you didn't need to focus on that right now.

Klaus was trying to convice Fiona to stay, and you honestly were not as happy as you thought she would be at her leave. As he grabbed her arm, she leaned in for a kiss, which you could see from a mile away, but what you weren't expecting, was for Klaus to turn his face, so it was only a kiss on the cheek. Fiona left, Klaus having a solemn look on his face.

As Violet powered on the submarine and you were putting down Sunny, Klaus took your arm and dragged you to an empty room. You looked up at him in confusion, gasping softly as he pushed you down on a chair in the room, and as you stared at his face, you still couldn't tell what he was feeling.

He took out a piece of paper, it slightly crumpled, but you could still see the writing, and as you squinted slightly, you realized it was yours. Oh crap.

"Y/N, do you know what this is?" He said, holding it in front of you. "A-a piece of paper?" You muttered soflty, not wanting to actually say what it was, even though you knew exactly what it was, and who wrote it. "Don't play dumb with me Y/N." Under his glare, your head fell down as you looked at a "very" interesting stain on the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for anyone to see it, especially not you... I just wrote it while I was angry, it doesn't mean anything!" You rushed to explain yourself, still scared to look him in the eye.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you worked up the courage to look up at him. He was... smiling? Suddenly, laughter bubbled out of his chest, and he was giggling. Ok, what the hell?

"D-do you seriously think I would ditch you for a lady I just met?" He chuckled. "...maybe." He pulled you up into a hug. "Y/N, I have known you for almost my whole life. I could never. ...and I might have a slight crush on you as well." You grinned, blushing. Maybe your feelings weren't one-sided after all.

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a/n: when i tell u i hate this so much. ill just post it.

#klaus baudelaire x reader #klaus baudelaire #a series of unfortunate events #asoue

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yayforocs · 1 month

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felt awkward to tack this on the prev post so i'm,.,,,,,,,,, here

but!! i'm not just gonna like Make An OC and then only ever have one drawing and a small blurb about them and then just never acknowledge them again, no!! i gotta properly doodle and figure things about about the character and Make Them A Proper Character!!! so i doodled more of aron's helsmet :VVV

and then also. wrote about aron's helsmet. to feel out the character and explore around how she and her person interact with and feel about each other :VVVVV

Posting the one-shot under the cut!!!

It had been a good hour and a half of solid work when the redstoner, hunched over a worktable with bits and bobs in hand, realized she didn't have enough redstone to finish what she'd wanted to get done for the day. She bit back an irritated sigh, and opted to check the drawers under her work table. None there, just like there was none in her backup storage on the other side of the room, just like there was none in her inventory. She let the sigh loose as she slumped into her chair, and ran her hand down her face. Her eyes glanced to the project currently taking up her free time: while right now it was a mess of metal and circuitry, one day it was going to be a pair of glider wings. Gods and saints knew she wasn't ever going to get her hands on any elytra or her counterpart's wings, so she knew she'd have to make them on her own if she wanted them. This did mean, however, a visit that she didn't want to bother with, ever, preferably. But she couldn't afford to pay anyone else to make any sort of supply runs for her, and wasn't sure she'd even want to anyway- she felt ripped off last time she'd tried that.

Resigned, she pushed herself up to standing, and started rummaging around in her chests for supplies. Pickaxes, armor, torches, sword, anything she needed for a run. Several minutes later, she stood with a ready inventory in the middle of the room, hands on her hips as she let her eyes wander over everything. ...And keep wandering over everything.

Hels help her, she did not want to go.

But she rolled her eyes at her own stupid procrastination, and looked to the nearest light source- currently her lamp on the desk- and focused. And briefly, inexplicably, she felt traces of warmth on her skin as from the sun, and could swear a faint breeze barely rustled her hair as she caught a slight whiff of something fresh and green and growing. Trees. A forest.

Better put her armor on first, then. Feather falling would only help so much, but better than nothing. And besides, her other's competence in flying would be enough to keep them from crashing too hard, she was confident in that much. She buckled the boots on with a grim smirk.

At least she'd get to have fun with it.

Enchantment on, she again focused on the light, mentally preparing to act fast as soon as she was over. The light, and slowly, everything else in the room, fuzzed into white as she tipped over the precipice of spatial travel, and went into freefall. Her stomach flipped as new surroundings blinked into view, namely open sky, and her hand shot out and grabbed at the green blur in her peripheral.

"Ack-!"

She'd caught hold, and the two spun out.

"What are-?!"

The world somehow righted, and she silently gripped the harness strap she'd managed to nab as they awkwardly stilted through the trees down to the ground. It wasn't as hard of a landing as she'd hoped- they still both stumbled around each other and ended up on their knees at the end of it- but she'd take what she could get.

"What was that for?" her other, Aron, asked, breathless.

She didn't answer, instead looking around at their surroundings. Should be something decent nearby. She set off in a direction.

"Hey, wait wait wait-!" Aron called, jogging to catch up. "Nice to see you, too," she said sarcastically, and was again met with silence. It stuck for a second or two before Aron started again. "Really, though, like- I could feel when you were about to- I can get down to the ground before you do that, probably, just like- can you wait next time, maybe?"

"I know you can," she responded, but otherwise didn't answer.

Aron made a flabbergasted noise. "Then why- we could've both been hurt! Or respawned!"

She just shrugged.

There was the start of a reply behind her, and then it cut off with a sigh.

They walked in silence for a second.

"...So what are you doing?"

"Why d'you need to know?"

"I dunno, it's- I mean, if- I could help you with something."

She'd just tried to- why would- ugh. This was why she didn't like her. Always tried to kiss up to everyone.

Or kiss up to her, at least. Absolutely useless gesture.

"I'm gettin’ materials, if you really have to know. And no, I don't need you to come with. What part of I Tried To Take Us Both Out Of The Sky made you think I'd want help?"

The steps behind her stopped, and she relaxed a little- but then they started up again.

"Well, it's- it's just dangerous in the caves and such by yourself, so... You prob'ly should have help, y'know? Besides, I uh... I was going to get materials, too."

Great.

Perfect.

Wonderful.

...And yet, she had to acknowledge one of Aron's points. Caving was dangerous on your own, particularly when you were still unaccustomed to all of the dangers this world was only too keen to provide. Having a second person... could be useful, she supposed.

She sighed.

"Fine. Anything happens to me, I'm gonna blame you."

“Ok! Um, that- that works, you can do that. Uh… the cave I was gonna go to was over there.” She assumed Aron pointed, and a glance back showed she did, off to the left. “I’d marked it the other day, but I never went in to check it out properly. We could…?”

Well, it’d be quicker than trying to find one on her own. She pivoted, and quietly snerked when Aron just about ran into her.

She heard Aron take in a breath, but didn’t find out if she was going to comment on the pivot or the laugh because she apparently thought better of it and didn't say anything at all.

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Surprisingly, Aron was fairly quiet for the trip to the cave- and even when they arrived, she was still quiet aside from the occasional callout- she needed the coal here, the iron over there would be good, she’ll grab this gravel real quick to try for flint later. It was something she reciprocated, if only for sake of not losing each other.

It was… weird.

And nice.

It almost felt like she was alone, really, but without the worries of having to constantly watch her back. She kept an eye on the front, and Aron faithfully kept up the rear.

At one point, they found a huge dripstone cavern. Even upon first glance it was clear there was a lot of loot to be had- and mobs to clear out. Aron provided a water bucket for a safe decent.

She noticed Aron didn’t use her wings to get down, instead going down the water after her.

She wasn’t sure whether she was insulted or not.

“If you don’t mind me asking, um- what’re you getting materials for?”

And there it was. Asked with the worst timing, as well, because they were reaching the bottom.

So all she answered with was, “Mobs,” and pulled her sword and shield out, to which Aron awkwardly conceded and pulled out her own weapon.

The blessed lack of conversation resumed as they circled out from their drop point, throwing down torches and clearing out what they could.

But no good thing lasts forever, and when no mobs were in sight, Aron brought it up again.

“So- since they’re all gone, what uh- what’re the materials for?”

“I’m makin’ a giant bomb to drop off at your base next time I visit.”

“I- sorry, what?” Aron squeaked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Bein’ facetious. It’s a personal project. Not for you.”

“...Oh.”

Silence, only broken by a faint skeleton’s clatter that was too far off to bother with. She spotted some iron and opened her mouth to call it, but Aron spoke first.

“Oh, hey, uh- there’s some uh- there’s some gold up there.” Aron pointed to a crevice, and they both set off towards it. She’d get the iron after.

“...Um, also, I know you don’t want- me to call you… my name.” Oh hels, this again. “But it’s… kinda weird to just like- ‘hey’ at you, y’know? Um. Is there anything that uh… you’d like to be called?”

Truth be told, this was something that’d stuck with her the last time they’d had this discussion and though, at the time, she gave no answer at all and made sure to be plenty rude about it, she’d mulled it over a bit. Eventually, she did come up with something, though it was a tad on-the-nose.

It was just Aron in reverse. Nora. Simple, but it seemed fitting, all things considered.

But she didn’t want Aron to ever call her that, let alone call her any sort of consistent name ever, so she didn’t say anything about wanting to be called Nora.

“No.”

“Like… not even a nickname, or anything…?”

“Nah. Keep ‘hey’ing me all you want. Or… um- something. Don’t call me anything. No names.” Nora reached the gold first. Aron let her have them, apparently stumped by her answer. Or stunned, either way. “Saw some iron back there,” she said after grabbing the grand total of two pieces of gold ore, and started back towards it without checking if she was being followed. The footsteps behind her told her she didn’t need to. As she walked, she looked to the side- and down. There was a whole other level to the cavern below them, and she was already attempting to take stock of what there was down there. It was really dark, so she couldn’t hardly see anything, but she thought she might could make out some redstone in the wall closer to the top.

Finally.

Clattering bones sounded again suddenly, much closer than they had been before, and she turned just in time to get an arrow to her shoulder. She gasped, hand darting to it as she stumbled back from the hit- and then all air escaped her lungs as she slipped right off the edge and plummeted. Air whistled past her ears as she somehow managed to wriggle herself to face the ground, desperately trying to get her water bucket out despite the fact that she’d never actually had to clutch before and didn’t even know if she could but she was falling too fast and couldn’t wrestle the darn thing out in time and

She jerked as her momentum was suddenly swooped to the side. Nora wheezed, the pull stretching her coveralls tight against her throat, but as they slowed to a stop in the near pitch-black, she decided she did at least prefer that to dying and having to come back again later. Aron settled them against the ground smoothly, making sure Nora was on her feet before clicking her wings back into place.

“Are you-” Groans started filling the cavern. “Right-! Right, shelter first, right yes, um-” Nora screwed her eyes shut as Aron threw a torch down, the light blinding on eyes that had been attempting to adjust. “UhhHH over here!” Aron grabbed at Nora’s wrist, but she jerked it away. Aron halted awkwardly, and glanced up, making eye contact.

Nora couldn’t even come up with anything to say, and upon realizing she didn’t have time to anyways, shouldered past Aron (on her good side, of course) and stalked towards the wall behind her. Probably, hopefully, where Aron had been planning on going anyway. She pulled out a pickaxe and slammed it into the wall, biting back a yelp as it jarred her hurt shoulder. Once her other joined her they made quick work of digging out an alcove and quickly dropping materials in front to block them in. This time, Nora already had her eyes shut when Aron stuck a torch down in the small space. Eyes still closed, she leaned back against the wall, this time wincing, and slid down it, a now emptied hand going back to her shoulder. The arrow was still in it.

“Do you need-”

“I don’t have any potions on me.”

“-Ah. I think I do, um…” Aron started digging in her bag, and after a second, triumphantly pulled out two. “Ah! I do! Um, here, I can-”

“Just give it,” Nora hissed, jerking forwards and snatching one out of Aron’s hand- and Aron flinched back, breath hitching for just a moment. Nora purposefully wasn’t looking at her, and wasn’t watching out of the corner of her eye as she tried to tear the cork out with her teeth, and definitely didn’t notice the solid second it took for Aron’s shoulders to- possibly forcefully- relax.

Except she definitely was and did, and puffed out a breath through her nose at Aron’s reaction. Good. She needed to keep Aron on her toes anyway. Or something like that.

If only the stupid bottle would-

“Um. …here,” Aron said quietly, holding out the other bottle. She’d already pulled the cork out. Nora paused, fixing her eyes on the bottle. After a second, she put the one she’d been wrestling one-handed in her pocket and took the offered one. And then promptly downed it, and before she could second-guess what she was doing, she grabbed the arrow and yanked it out as hard as she could- and it hurt.

But she wasn’t going to cry- not here, not in front of Aron, not while the healing potion was already making her want to scratch her whole shoulder clean off, not while she was gripping it in iron fingers with eyes scrunched and teeth bared and backed against the wall.

And then it was over, and she was fine.

She was fine.

Slowly, she took a breath, and then another, eyes still shut, head tilting back against the wall.

She didn’t want to have to acknowledge literally anything that happened in the past two minutes.

She didn’t want to acknowledge how stupid it had been to walk that close to the edge, didn’t want to acknowledge Aron swooping in, didn’t want to acknowledge the potions, Aron's reaction, none of it. At all.

Aron probably wouldn’t let her not acknowledge it in some form or fashion, but she still had the two of them sit in silence for as long as Aron could stand it.

…Which turned out to be a lot longer than Nora thought it would be. The silence stretched on, slowly becoming thick with awkward air that apparently neither wanted to address.

“Oh.”

Nora glanced up at the hushed statement. Aron was staring at the wall. Nora’s eyes followed the line of sight.

Embedded in the wall right above her head was redstone ore.

“Oh,” she echoed.

They stared at the redstone.

And then with a sigh, Nora pushed herself up, and then pulled her pickaxe out.

It turned out to be a decent-sized vein. Still not as much as she wanted, but at least it was something to work with. She could pull out now if she wanted to.

She glanced back at the torch.

…She didn’t want to have to come back for a while. She took in a breath, and looked over at Aron.

“I need more.”

Aron nodded, and then pushed herself up as well. After a moment, they broke the wall down and began clearing out mobs.

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Too much time passed before Nora blinked back into her home. Aron had tried to say a goodbye once she realized Nora was leaving, though she hadn’t managed to get it out quick enough. But it was enough that Nora could tell what she was trying to say.

She wandered into her workroom, and looked around.

Despite her looking at everything in the room, she wasn’t really seeing it all, almost looking past the room as her mind sat and dwelled.

She really shouldn’t have accepted the help in the first place. She knew it was good that she did, in the end, and she knew she would have been in a lot worse of a spot if she hadn’t, and things would have been a lot more frustrating in different ways, but.

No matter how much she tried.

No matter how much she tried, Aron still tried harder. And it was so frustrating, because it was working.

Everything, everything- from the open lack of hostility despite everything Nora threw at her or didn’t, despite Nora trying to take them both down from the get-go, despite the words and the pushing and the anger- Aron still tried.

And the kicker was that it was genuine. Aron could be a tad idiotic going about it, but the genuine friendly intent was still there.

Nora inhaled for a long second, and then released slowly.

She walked to her desk, and pulled redstone out of her inventory, then paused when something shifted against her leg.

Her hand dug in her pocket, and pulled out the other health potion.

…This was why she didn’t like her.

Because even though she grabbed her mid-flight, she knew they wouldn’t crash.

Because even though she was rude, Aron wanted to help.

Because even though she shouldn’t, Aron wanted a name to call her by.

Because even though the universe pitted them against each other, Aron cared too much to let her fall.

Because even if their positions were swapped, Nora would have done the same.

Because even though Aron startling was good, she still felt guilty about scaring her.

She didn't like her because no matter how hard she tried not to, she did anyway.

Nora stared at the health potion.

She put it down.

She took a breath.

She got to work.

#redstone and skulk #👉👈#helsmet oc #nora #aron #writing #good night it felt really weird tho to write aron from an outside perspective

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