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wizardrousactivity · 2 months

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Feel better now?

Warnings: Angst, mating press, mentions of self-harm, mentions of relapsing, Fem!reader

Pairings: König x fem!Reader

Note: I am not very proud of this one because of my STUPID WRITING!!! but I did end up spending 2-3 hours on this so I’m hoping some people would enjoy it. Mwah love you all 2.3k words!

König felt his chest shrivel up once he saw your pouty lips and half-teary eyes, watching you storm out of the room while he was stumped.

Thinking of ways to apologize to his sweet girl flooded his noggin and he threw his hands out and fell back into his chair almost comically, grumbling and getting back to his paperwork while he tried to push away any other thoughts besides the box of his work. You shoved yourself into the bathroom, rubbing your hands all over your face to try to stop the tears that were making your face feel icky. Thrashing around to find your towel, the water running loudly in the background - the sounds couldn’t compare to how loud your thoughts were.

The shower felt harder that day, the water burning the red lines you inflicted on yourself yesterday.

You sat down on the wet floor, head in your palms as you sobbed, the tears falling from your face entwined with the water and vanished along with it. On your knees you grabbed the shampoo - cleaning yourself should never feel this difficult, you’ve grown soft.

Standing up, your body immediately planting itself onto the wall as your knees buckled. Nibbled lips, fingers clasped your mouth. Trying to suppress your gasps and whines. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You’ve managed to do your hair and apply lotion to your body, since you’ve fixed yourself - you find that you’re capable enough to make dinner, putting on clothes you just washed, they’re warm and make you feel a bit better. The harm is visible, and you try to forget about it. Too drained to change into other clothes that hide your pink and white scars, busy prodding at your pajama shorts to make them just a little longer, even if it wont make a difference.

Leaving the bathroom you walk into the hallway hoping to see König doing paperwork in his office, or holding out his arms for you. Instead what's in front of you is a closed door, making the air catch in your throat.

The descend down the stairs feels melancholy, you feel as if your brain is off, walking only as if you’re a zombie dedicated to pleasing others. You want to make him happy, make him forget about your previous interaction with the blessing of food.

This week felt like the final straw, constantly trying to please people at your job - you’ve been trying so hard. Nobody was there for you, König looked at you with a face of anger, eyes narrowing yours. Going on about how he has helped you while you try to squeak out your words, and he yelled at you. Piercing and loud, making you tremble as you looked up at him like he had betrayed you. He screamed at himself in his head, scolding himself for lashing out on you. Years of aggression had changed him truly, down to his entire system - he doesn’t know how to respond now.

As soon as your hands touch the stove, you begin shaking, tears running down your face. You couldn’t find the energy in yourself to cook and it made you feel all the more disappointed in yourself, the walls of discipline you’ve built come crashing down.

Nails snuggled firmly into your arms as you sink down onto the floor, hyperventilating in frustration.

You cry into your skin for the umpteenth time, biting into your flesh so the man upstairs doesn’t hear you. Nothing has ever made you feel so useless, and you can't get over that.

A heavy hand on your shoulder makes you jump, interrupting your thoughts. You turn your back slowly, only to see the kindest pair of sleepy eyes looking back at your manic ones. Your eyelids shut tight, hands finding his shirt and pulling him in. “M’ so sorry..” It’s muffled into his shoulder and he pats your back, hands resting at your hips. He shushes you gently, eyes scanning over the numerous scars on your legs that looked almost too fresh - and he swore his heart paused for a second. König punches himself in the head mentally once again, biting his lip. “Not your fault..I shouldn’t have yelled. Shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”

Your face digs itself into the small dip between his neck and shoulder, sobbing even harder - gasping for air between them. And he feels like a monster at this point.. “I’m sorry, mein Liebling, don’t waste all your tears on me.” König brings you in even closer, landing sloppy kisses to your forehead and cheeks. "I was wrong, never cry for me like that." He says, reassuring you in a stronger voice, yet it remains soft. König mumbles something under his breath, like he cursed himself forever, never to let you cry over something he failed to do - control his emotions around you.

You grab onto his jaw with need, locking lips with him in vast movements, and he lets it happen. Letting your tongue win the fight for dominance, hand gently resting at the back of your skull, the salty tang of your lips stimulating his organ of taste. But he couldn't care less.

Hums vibrate into your mouth pleasantly, he taps your back to let you know when he needs to breathe.

The kiss is broken after only his lungs start to burn for air, you’re still hungry for more of it. His breathing is heavy as he claws at the soft skin under your shirt, massaging your lower back and pulling you even closer to his warmth, pleasantly surprised at your actions. “Need more-” You hiccupped, mouth-agape with feeble sounds. “Please.”

“More of what? Tell me.”

“Want more of you- Need you.” You confess, and his heart cinches from its beat. Almost seizes to continue at the sight.

He simply nods, picking you up by your waist and putting you up against him - not where you're flat against his chest, holstered up enough so he can kiss your tummy, electrifying butterflies filling your abdomen. König plops you down on the bed, as gentle as he can possibly be - you look like glass to him right now as your legs hang off the side of the bed, you're sitting on the edge of it as he lowers himself.

He’s right in front of you, crouched. He’s kissing your thighs all over, strings of apologies you can’t hear when he runs along one of your scars. “Can I please.. I want to show you how sorry I am.” You know what he’s implying when his eyes drift down to your pussy, clothed but getting absolutely drenched underneath.

“Yes.. please.” A simple sniffle and he’s making snail work of your shorts with little kisses, pulling them off along with your panties. He’s purposely taking it slow with you, testing the waters.

Successfully spreading your thighs, he salivates. One look at your perfekt swollen clit and he’s down on his knees, offering one long lick to the slick heavenly gates. “So good.” He groans, now flicking your bead with his tongue in vast motions - and you mewl out, high pitched and needy. He’s so good at eating your pussy, wrapping his lips around the whole thing once he made you sensitive for it. “König..” A pule of his name leaves your lips, sending blood straight to his cock once again.

You gasp once you realize he’s rolling your hips onto his tongue, making you fuck yourself on his tongue with his hands. “Holy fuck-” Your toes curl, biting your bottom lip. The changes between flicking his tongue and sucking all feed into your upbuilding orgasm.

“König!” He stops abruptly at the last squeal of his name, right at the moment you felt yourself coming undone.

Standing at his full height you pout up at him. “I’m sorry- please, can’t let you cum yet. Need to show you.” He repeats, almost defeatedly, like he wants to fulfill your needs now.

König pulls down his pajama pants down to his ankles, before he positions himself in front of spread legs. Rubbing his tip against your clit, prodding against it deliberately. Making you sob, kick your feet against his back needily. “Uhuh. None of that, you’ll get what you want in a second.” Gentle, affirming.

“Gonna slip this in, slowly. You got that?” He affirms with you, and you're nodding your head urgently. It makes him chuckle, how pliant and needy you are.

You throw your head back once you feel his stretch, a wince passing through your lips. "Er nimmt es so gut auf.." He praises with a moan, a hand gently caressing your collarbone from where he stands.

He’s trying to distract you from the feel of his cock spreading you open, you’ve tightened up so much since the last time.

He finally gets the whole meat slab in with a plap, and you let out a sigh of relief. He finds it really cute, how you struggle beneath it. “You’ve got it.. Good girl, the best.” He dances his hips into yours, balls flat against your ass. “Made for my cock.” “So deep..” Your thighs tighten around him, begging him to start a pace already - the torture of slow, deep thrusts. “Hah- fuck.. Too slow Köni..” Ugh, you’re so fucking cute. Stop it. It’s taking enough of his willpower to not fuck you right into this bed.

“H-Harder..” König chuckles, grinning at how feverish you are. “Dirty girl.” Your knees are then pressed next to your ears, he’s putting you in some sort of mating press - making you swallow in anticipation, a little fear maybe. This position makes him feel deeper than ever, you’re clenching around him.

He swallows. “This is what you want? You can take it?” He doesn’t relent his rolls into you, like this is a casual interaction. “Yes- fuck- Please!” You beg and he immediately complies, making you jump up with every thrust of him into you, heavy balls slapping right against you. “You like this?” He doesn’t even need to have you answer, your mewls are speaking for you.

As soon as he gets you where he wants, a hard thrust is battered into you - making you cry out at the sheer force of it. He’s not cruel though, bending down so you could hold onto his shoulders. He gulps, adams apple bobbing. “This is what you wanted? Tell me, please.” He needs to get confirmation from you, eyes scanning over your face for any signs of discomfort. “Keep going.” You take his breath away, good girl. Taking all of this cock.

He bites his lip, denting your can roughly - the smacking of your skin is loud and sinful. His hands lay planted on your ankles, driving into you like a two dollar whore.

Broken moans escape your mouth as you constantly feel his dick ram against your cervix. ”Gonna show you how sorry I am.” Your body tensed up as you felt your orgasm approaching humiliatingly quick. Your legs tried to kick at something, but that's impossible with them suspended in the air, unable to move.

He just wont stop thrusting either, watching you try to form a sentence underneath him.

Waves of pleasure incinerate through your body, burning your insides with ecstasy and heat. The constant sliding of his shaft against your walls doesn't help it either, he's changed the angle which his dick hits to where its constantly drubbing your g-spot.

"Good- good pussy. I'm' hitting that pillowy spot." He laughs, orgasmic yet a little bit deranged in the middle of sex.

You gasp out, feeling a string in your stomach get unbearably thin. Your pussy clenches, it’s slightly nauseating from how tightly you’ve clamped. He moans, back arching from the feel of you squeezing him dangerously tight. “Fuck yeah, cum for me. Cum for me.. Ja..!” His head is thrown back, lost in just you completely.

The coil finally snaps and you squeal, your juices coming out squelching and running down your ass. You’re drooling, lips coated in saliva. And he just wants to clean up all of that with his kisses, connect your saliva together.

"Ah! König!" You yelp, vision turning white as overwhelming waves of bliss start hitting you like a truck.

Your toes uncurled once you’ve gotten off your high, signs of it still lingering around in your stomach - feels like your pussy is beating as fast and hard as your heart.

But you can’t forget, he’s looking for his release as well. Mouth open and panting above you like a mutt. His moans announce his upcoming orgasm while rutting into your sensitive pussy like a bitch in heat. Your hand comes up to his chest to try and get his pace to relent - but it’s not possible to push past a brick wall. You’ve already started sobbing at this point from the overstimulation, mewls for König to be gentler goes in from one ear out from the other. Or if he can even hear you.

With the clenching of your snatch he's throwing his head back with a broken moan. "Hng-auh..! It's been so long since he's had good pussy like yours, and you best believe he's enjoying himself.

A rumbling deep inside of him, lingers of an upcoming orgasm taking over his well-mannered self. Now his hands have moved up to your ankles, putting himself in a plank and pounding so hard you think you'd die.

König's trying to match your moans like an orchestral performance, seemingly like he's mocking you, yet it's full of honesty and neediness. "Close hmng- yes.. fuck m-" He announces before cutting himself off unplanned, spurting into your storage room with his buttocks clenched forwards to push semen further into you.

The mongrel of the house squeezing your ankles with a sob once he feels his high hit him like it did yours, keeping his shaft nestled in you while he finds himself in ecstasy - unknowing of your suffering from overstimulation beneath him. Beaten and battered pussy.

He doesn’t notice your trembling body underneath him till he hears you let out a feeble sound of his name. Looking down to your shaking legs, thighs covered in your splattered juices. And by god, are you a sight.

“No more..” You mumbled, unable to coherently speak to him anymore. He pulls out of you, a small squelch being heard from how good he's spread you out. "Ja, won't fuck you anymore." He gravely snickered, letting your legs down from the sore position they were in.

König practically purrs out his praises, running his hands up and down your body. “Let’s get you to the bathroom now, a bath?” He suggests, your ears perk up at the sound of a warm bath surrounding your achy body.

Bonus ;)

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queerofthedagger · 1 year

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Fluff #10 for Dreamling!! My AO3 username is wynnebat 😄

Ahh thanks for the prompt Wynne! This really is just utter ridiculous softness, I hope you'll like it! <3

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“I am going to marry you one day.” In Hob’s defence, he is just this side of tipsy, is a little too drunk on expensive wine and Dream’s presence and the high spirits of the wedding reception they are just stumbling out of.

Well, Hob is stumbling. It also wasn’t their wedding reception, of course, but that of one of his closest friends—this lifetime—and, truth be told, he still isn’t entirely sure how he ended up here with Dream, of all people.

“Will you now,” Dream says, one sharp brow raised. He looks amused, but if Hob were to go out on a limb, he would say that it was fond. Mostly. Perhaps a little intrigued, too, if Hob were to indulge in wishful thinking.

It does horrible things to his already loose tongue, and he links their arms together. The cool night air is doing wonders for his head, but not quite enough yet to make him second-guess his words. Not quite enough yet to make him worry that Dream might storm off again, despite him not having done so in roughly one hundred and thirty-four years, or fifty-one meetings (not that Hob is counting or anything).

“Well, I got you to come with me to this one, didn’t I?” he says with a grin, gesturing behind them where music and laughter are still tripping into London’s streets.

To be fair, mostly Dream had turned up in the New Inn as he is wont to do and found Hob in the process of getting ready. Whatever reckless madness got into Hob today, it precedes the alcohol, because he’d asked, not really expecting a positive answer, ‘You could come, if you liked?’ instead of telling Dream to come back tomorrow.

Weddings and alcohol or not, Hob has never once been reasonable where Dream is concerned; at the end of the day, it always seems to pay off.

Dream pulls them to a halt and turns to face Hob properly. His eyes are very dark in the dim light of the streetlamps, but there is something warm to them, something unnameable that nestles comfortably beneath Hob’s fourth and fifth rib.

“I will admit that humanity’s habits and customs often elude me,” Dream says, stepping close enough that Hob can see the night sky in his eyes, “But I do believe that I would be correct to point out that commonly, couples would be expected to spend a period of time courting first, would they not?”

The air shifts, and Hob’s throat goes dry. Well-worn fear tries to climb up his spine, but Dream is still looking at him with something awfully close to affection, and so Hob swallows the urge to take back his words.

At his lack of answer, Dream smiles, just a tick of his mouth. “And further, I do believe that commonly, proposals of marriage are not only posed as a question but also involve a certain sort of ceremony and gravitas, do they not? Humans do have a great many nightmares about it, I recall.”

Hob is… well, actually, for once he isn’t quite sure; Dream is teasing him, but what he is saying would also imply—

“I would court you,” Hob says, jumping off the precipice without bothering to measure the distance. “If you let me, there is nothing I would rather do, weeks or months or years of it. I’d take you to art galleries and theatres and readings. I’d gift you jewels and flowers, or simply cook for you and make you tea. I would propose with all—”

Dream kisses him, effectively cutting off what Hob could have easily spun into a speech. Dream kisses him, with enough force that Hob almost stumbles, twisting his hands into the lapels of Dream’s coat. Dream kisses him, gentling after a moment, and Hob thinks if this is how he dies, that would be quite alright, actually.

“We could start with this, if you are agreeable,” Dream murmurs once he draws back, just far enough to breathe the words against Hob’s mouth.

Before Hob can answer, Dream is kissing him again, tender and hungry and devastating. His fingers are cool against Hob’s jaw, and Hob pours his answer right down Dream’s throat, clenches his fingers into dream-spun fabric upon narrow hips, and thanks whatever gods are out there for his big, big mouth.

“Yes,” he laughs, once they pull apart, just to make sure, just to say it, and see the pleased joy spread across Dream’s face.

“Yes,” he repeats, much later but not as many months as it could have been when, of course, Dream beats him to the actual proposal. “I already told you months ago, did I not?”

Dream huffs, but Hob can read the affection underneath as if in bold letters.

✨December Gift Ficlets ✨

#the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #the sandman fic #mona's writing #december gift-ficlets

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well! Could you do something with the bad batch and a reader who’s afraid of needles? Maybe they’ve fallen I’ll or something like that? If not no worries! <33

Hi! Yes thank you, I'm pretty good. Hope you are well too :) Oh Interesting! Yes I could give it a try :)

The Bad Batch x Reader With Trypanophobia HC's

Well, you really need that shot, but you are scared out of your skin when you see that needle...

Warning: Strong Language (It's Crosshair's fault, as always)

Echo

He'll look surprised as you jump back from him and try to get away, hiding behind a chair or some other object. Echo looks at you with the syringe in his hand, confused, asking himself what he did to scare you this much.

"Cyare? What's the matter?"

You point at the needle he is holding and he frowns, then it dawns on him.

"You are scared of the needle?"

"Yes", you say meekly.

"This much?"

You nod with a little pout.

He sighs with a smile and lays down the syringe.

"Okay no needle then, at least for today", he says softly "I can mix you a coktail for you to swallow, it wont work as fast as a shot, but it'll do for now"

You sigh relieved.

"But", Echo says softly "We'll have to work on that fear of yours, I wont be able to make a oral substitute for everything"

Again you pout and he smirks at you, giving you a little kiss on your cheek.

"Don't you worry", he says "I'll help you with that"

Hunter

His reaction is so confused, that startled look on his face is almost funny.

"The hell..." he mutters softly "What's going on with you?"

"I don't like needles"

He frowns and walks towards you saying: "But it's just a-"

Hunter interrupts himself as you retreat further in a hurry, runing things over and things clatter to the floor.

"Woah easy, Cyare, easy"

"I don't really need that shot"

He sighs: "Yes you do, I'm sorry, it's a vaccine needed to walk on corellian soil"

"Then I'll just stay behind"

"You really want that?", he aks you softly.

"No", you say pouting, meekly.

"Come on, you can do this, it'll be over very fast okay, you just look the other way and I'll do it"

"Like your sexlife", Croshair mutters from the background"

"Shut up, Crosshair", Hunter sighs.

It takes him a good few more tries, but you finally give in, looking the other way as he gives you the shot.

"See? Well done!" he praises you with a grin.

Wrecker and Tech

Wrecker can't give you the shot on his own, he doesn't dare too, scared of hurting you, that's why Tech is with him. But your fear makes him scratch the back of his head.

"What's wrong, Mesh'la?"

"It's Trypanophobia", Tech explains with his infamous finger up in the air.

"Trypa-what?" Wrecker asks perplex.

"The fear of needles and syringes", Tech explains further "The Shot is the scary part"

Wrecker looks at you.

"Really?"

You nod, feeling a little embarrased.

Tech says softly: "It's fine, actually a lot more people are scared of needles than you might think, it's a pretty common phobia. Why don't you talk to Wrecker a little get yourself distractet and we try this again later?"

You nod relieved and let Wrecker lift you on the cot again from which you were jumped off before.

As you talk to Wrecker, at some point you hear Tech say: "Done"

Wrecker smirks and you look at them both perplexed.

"What?"

Tech explains: "Needles for injection these days are very sharp, used the right way it's possible to give a shot without inflicting any pain, good for you, I know exactly how to do it"

He smiles at you in his soft subliminal way, while Wrecker grins at you form one ear to the other.

Crosshair (and Tech)

He looks at you, one eyebrow cocked.

"The hell are you doing?", he asks as a result to your jumpy behavior as he tries to give you a Tetanus shot, because you got wounded in the field. Nothing big but it was protocol to do the shot.

"I don't need this", you say defiantly.

Crosshair frowns and says: "Yes you do. You don't want RCC, trust me"

"No I'm doing fine!"

He sighs, grabs you and pins you down.

"Stop!"

Crosshair stops and looks behind him. Tech looks at him reprovingly: "You better not go through with this if you want them to ever trust you again"

Crosshair looks down at you, sees you hyperventilating and the tears on your face and feels suddenly really bad.

"I'm sorry" he says unwillingly.

He gets up and gives Tech the Syringe.

"It's your responsibilty now"

Tech shrugs and gives you a little smile: "Now, I can give you the shot without you feeling a thing, I promise. We just need a little distraction for you"

"Okay", you say meekly and watch Crosshair leave the room and how he turns arround one more time with a soft, apologetic look in his eyes.

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

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@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

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spooki-ghoztzz · 2 years

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( got into pokemon swsh over the summer and i’m lowkey attached to marine & piers so enjoy these little seperate hcs with these two with a champion s/o- + general hcs and you can really tell who i spent more time on,, )

marine is proud of her s/o for being the new galar champion but at the same time feels frustrated she couldn’t even do it herself. in her mind she always curses herself for not being able to win but a soft smile always slips on her face whenever she sees you out battling the gym leaders who try to take your spot as champion.

you and marine are almost opposites when it comes to motives and even ways of battling of course but she loves to battle you and get ideas for her next battle or even when she takes over for piers as the next dark type gym leader.

enjoys when you and her can go on small dates like maybe catching a few new pokemon or taking your pokemon to a park so they can stretch their legs and relax from battling. as much as she enjoys playing with her pokemon she likes being able to lean on you and wap a arm around yours,her hand holding yours.

isn’t the best with showing affection but is very touch starved for your kisses or even small hugs. she had friends as a child but got caught up with training to keep them around.

piers is protective so expect him to be stubborn around you. you’re the cham AND dating his sister,he knows shes in good hands but at the same time he understands she’s still young and so are you so he hopes you lead her in the right direction.

all her pokemon,even Grimmsnarl are very attached to you and your pokemon. this is one reason you and marine enjoy having your pokemon head out to parks is so their bond can grow more.

she’s always so happy to even be next to you or even hold your hand at public places. she secretly loves showing off that her s/o is the champion of galar,the one who defeated all those gym leaders and leon to get the title.

big on small kisses on the cheek but adores when you kiss her on her forehead if she’s in a sour mood from a battle or about anything else.

piers is proud of his s/o also but at the same time is irritated that he couldn’t even defeat raihan without dynamaxing(dudes just hurt about it for like,,a week-). no matter what he was gonna stick to that rule but again he was so happy to see you practically jump when you defeated leon,smothering your pokemon with praises and hugging it. he knew you’d defeat leon from the strength you showed at his gym even without dynamaxing.

same as marine,you two and him are probably complete opposites or have the same general interests,etc. if you like dynamaxing he won’t really care as long as you don’t force him to do it but he knows you wont.

his idea of a good date is going out to karaoke or stay at home dates,karaoke is sometimes rare but it’s always sweet since piers always goes all out on his singing or cheers you on. stay at home dates always have a price to pay and thats his obstagoon wanting to join in when you two cuddle up on the couch or his bed to watch a movie. his obstagoon loves you and always wants chin scratches when you’re around even if its a date night and it knows it irritates piers.

speaking of that,his pokemon love you death. his toxtricity enjoys playing music for you and enjoys the praise it gets from the mini “concerts” it gives you. scrafty enjoys the head pats you give it just for being next to you or if it helps you with a simple task. malamar is always sassy but does allow you to speak to it and feed it. hell his skuntank is always around you- following you around even if you’re about to leave his home it gets upset and tries to keep you to stay. all his pokemon enjoy the curry you make them and sometimes like it when you feed them.

piers isn’t too fond of pda and such but enjoys kisses every once and a while in public plus he enjoys hand holding in public while you two go out shopping or for your daily stuff due to you being champion.

lets you borrow a lot of his coats and such,due to him being somewhat taller they might fit you at least decently. also enjoys having matching stuff with you to earrings to chokers(he has prob got you one like his to match,).

enjoys seeing you and marine getting along for sure- he wants whats best for him and his sister plus he already knew marine would love you from the start. (marine always talks about how his attitude has changed since hes been with you and he just seems happier,)

when you stay over he enjoys being able to rest his head on your chest and sleep or vise versa. he finds you comforting.

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sword x reader #pokemon piers #piers x reader #pokemon marine #marnie x reader

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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iii. Head Over Heels

Eddie Munson x HendersonSister!Reader

Word Count | 4,014

Summary | Four months after taking you out, Eddie figures out that keeping a relationship with you secret is a little harder than he originally thought.

Author’s Note | Ngl, I struggled through this one a little. I am so soft for this man. I need him to look at me fondly. But I also need him carnally. I wont him. That's all I got for today folks, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

Warnings | we've got some slutty, slutty times ahead (MDNI), I love writing men who cry during sex oops, nothing else I can think of!

Parts |

Maneater

i. | ii. | iii.

Head Over Heels

i. | ii. | iii.

What do guys do when they piss off a girl they like? Eddie had no clue. He wasn't quite the soothing type; he preferred to instigate. That was what got him into the problem in the first place. Hours after the whole charade, he felt the guilt cutting deep into his stomach, making him a little sick. He shouldn't have gone as far as he did. His stupid mouth had to keep running until it got him into trouble.

So he swallowed his pride and bought a cheap bouquet of flowers from Melvald's and drove to your house. He felt even worse looking at the pathetic bundle. The flowers were wilting, which was why they had been so cheap. But it was the thought that counted with these things, right?

If Dustin was home, he'd have to mow right on through the kid and hope he didn't ask any questions. He'd explain and apologize later.

After a few minutes of building up the confidence to approach your front door in his van, he caved. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't drive away. You deserved some sort of apology after what he did. He knocked quickly, counting down the seconds that passed by until he could feasibly get back in his van. Maybe he'd drive himself directly off a cliff in embarrassment.

But before he could talk himself into ditching the flowers on your doorstep and fleeing the scene, the door opened. You're there, a thin frown formed on your lips, as the door rested on your hip.

“You have some nerve coming here.”

Eddie tried not to stutter, “I just wanted to talk.” He’d never felt this nervous around you. It had always been butterflies fluttering around his stomach or little sparks up his spine. Now, it seemed like your glare could burn him alive.

He watched you weigh out your options in your head. Part of him hoped that you'd slam the door in his face and put him out of his misery. He must've looked truly pathetic holding the pathetic bouquet in his sweaty palms. Most of the petals had fallen off on his passenger seat, leaving mostly stems.

“You’re lucky I’m home alone.” You nodded your head and allowed him enough space to enter, taking the flowers as he passed by. Of course he wouldn't be so lucky that you'd let him off easily.

You throw the flowers down on a recliner in your living room and fold your arms, “Okay, talk.”

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry?” The house was eerily quiet. He felt awkward being there, especially knowing that it was Dustin's house. The whole ordeal wasn't the kid's business, but he still felt terrible keeping such a large secret from him.

“That’s it? You came over here with that shit," you gestured towards the sad bouquet. "To embarrass me even more than you already have—just to say that pitiful sorry?”

“I didn’t think I’d get this far!”

You were very clearly done with him, “Good, then you can go. Now you can pretend that you did something honorable and kindly, leave me alone.”

“That’s not what I wanted.” He rocked back and forth on his shoes and rubbed the pads of his fingers on his palms.

“Then what did you want from me? Because you couldn’t have been expecting me to be jumping for joy exactly.”

“I wanted you to…I don’t know. I guess I wanted to stop feeling like shit.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have flashed the whole school my underwear.”

Eddie winced at the mention of it as if he could've avoided your bluntness, “I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

You raised a finger at him, “No, you don’t get it. Half the boys in our school can whore themselves out and nothing happens to them. If anything, it makes them that much more desirable. But when I go out, I get a reputation. I get guys whispering to each other that I’m easy.” A shaky breath rattled you, “What you did today only makes all of that so much worse.”

The answer was so clear to him, “Then let them talk about both of us.”

“I really don’t need-”

Eddie interrupted you, inching towards you, "We don’t need any of those assholes as long as we’ve got each other. If they're gonna judge you, is it really worth staying friends with them? Is it worth giving a fuck about what they have to say?”

You were quiet. He wasn't sure if he'd only made you more annoyed or if you were willing to listen. Either way, he continued, grabbing your hand in the process. It was limp like you weren't willing to put in the effort to really connect with him.

"Listen, you were right. I'm a big old attention whore. And what I did...it sucked. And I'm sorry." Eddie sighed, "You know by now that I like you. Like a lot. But if we have any chance at making it, we've got to do it together."

Your voice was uncharacteristically small, "Wasn't it fun, though? When it was just us?" He could see a flicker of longing behind your downcast gaze.

Eddie smiled slightly, "Fuck yeah, it was a lot of fun. It can still be just us. But we have to get rid of some of the secrecy." He hooked his arms around you gingerly and pulled you closer. His body was stable, grounding. "I want my uncle to meet you. Fuck, I wanna come over for dinner and be all nice and polite for your mom. I want to see the look on Dustin's face when you introduce me as your boyfriend. I want everyone to know that we've got something that is so strong that they can't touch it. They can’t say shit to us."

You directed your soft eyes to him, "You make really good points when you actually think things through. Instead of act impulsively."

"I'm sorry." He wouldn't be able to say it enough, he was sure of it. And he didn't expect you to forgive him. He wouldn't forgive himself for what he'd done. He thought he'd had you pegged completely. But he wasn't sure how he hadn't seen the insecurities you had. He scolded himself for not figuring it out.

Eddie massaged your lower back, hoping the action solidified his apology. You hummed appreciatively and cupped his face in your hands. It fit so perfectly resting in his palms. The two of you clicked even further into place as you drew him into an easy kiss. It quickly became heavier as you pressed yourself deep into his arms.

You released him just enough to rasp, "Let's go to my room."

Eddie bit his lip hard as you pushed him into your bedroom door, keeping him caged in with your shorter frame. He couldn't even take a look around the place before you were smothering his lips with yours again. It took him a second to respond, closing his eyes and submitting to your feverish touch. You bit his bottom lip and tugged on it before letting it snap back in place. His own mouth parted slightly as he looked down at you. There was a delightfully sinful intent in your desperate expression.

A smirk formed on the corner of his lip, realizing the drastic switch in your mood, "There you are, princess."

You weren't having any of his insufferable teasing, "Lay down." You ordered him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, twisting him around until you could push him back on the single bed.

After landing with a soft thump on your floral chenille bedspread, Eddie spoke languidly, "Whatever you say, your highness." His eyes were already sparkling with anticipation. You crawled up the length of the bed on your hands and knees, approaching him.

You raised an eyebrow and let out an exasperated sigh a mere inch away from his lips, "Do you always have to be so snarky?"

"The snark is an added bonus." He attempted to capture your lips in another kiss. Instead, you took a hold of his chin in your hand and tilted his head to the side.

You nipped at his earlobe, "What if I would rather you keep quiet?"

Eddie took a shaky breath. His gaze darted from your piercing eyes to the bulge that was beginning to form in his jeans, "That's not gonna happen. Not if you're gonna do what I think you're doing."

"I'll tell you what. Since it's just us, you can be as loud as you want." You hovered over his plush, pink lips. His cheeks flushed with an embarrassing heat.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to crack a dazzling smile, "Oh, baby, hand me the keys to the kingdom, why don't you?"

You dove in once more with a cheeky grin, kissing his sharp jaw and trailing your lips down his throat. Feeling a bit more free, Eddie's breath got a bit heavier. As you sat between his legs, Eddie felt your knee brush against his groin. He closed his eyes, rocking his hips ever so slightly against your knee a few more times. Just enough to get himself going.

When he gave a low groan, you felt him trying to get some traction on you. With a laugh, you moved to linger over his thighs and spoke next to his ear, "Why didn't you ever fuck me?"

"I d-d-didn't want you to think that-" He sucks in a breath as you grind down on him, "I didn't want you to think I was just using you for sex." He manages to choke out.

His answer made you let out a humorless giggle, "I think it's because you were too embarrassed to be like this in front of me." Eddie scoffed with a ruined expression; brows furrowed and mouth hanging open as he waited for you to give him more.

You wore a ruffled top that buttoned up to your neck. And seductively, you unbuttoned it, starting from the top and gradually working your way down to reveal the baby blue bra underneath. You eyed him coyly as you pulled the shirt away from your skin and boldly placed one of his hands on your right tit. His thumb circled the nipple and it solidified underneath the thin fabric.

Though he was practically salivating now, Eddie spoke before the words could get caught in his throat, "Don't get up on your high horse now, baby." You started moving back and forth, painfully slowly across the fabric of his jeans. The action rendered him speechless and almost had him groaning.

"Want me to take those off, baby?" you whispered. Eddie could only nod wildly against your pillow. His mouth felt dry as a desert. You pulled back to unbuckle his belt and unzip him. You tapped his thigh lightly, signaling him to raise them so you could slide the black denim down just enough so you could slip him out. He wasn't completely hard yet, but his size already had you biting the inside of your cheek.

You said, "Get me a condom from the drawer." Eddie reached over, rifling through the drawer of your bedside table. Underneath a book laid your stash.

"Why do you have these?" He asked carefully, trying not to insinuate any sort of judgment. He himself hadn't even bought condoms before. Then again, he'd only had sex twice before. Most women didn't want to fuck a guy who was on his third attempt at senior year.

“Because some of us aren’t reckless.” You took the little blue square from his hand and ripped the packaging open, plucking the rubber from inside of it.

You wrapped your hand around him gently and slowly pumped him until he was hard enough for you to roll the condom over his twitching cock. Eddie tried not to think about how you were so good at teasing him; at making him practically disintegrate under your considerate touch. You knew more than him. And that was a good thing in this case.

Right as you're gliding the covered head of his cock across your cunt, you tilt your head, "What am I?"

"Huh?" he breathed out vaguely. He was dizzily waiting to feel himself inside of you. He could've whined at your deliberate teasing.

"What's that sweet little nickname you like to call me?" Your voice is low.

He didn't even have to overthink it, he just blurted firmly, "Princess."

"Who's princess am I, baby?" Your voice dripped with honey.

Eddie grinned lazily and let out a chuckle that made his Adam’s apple bob, "My princess..."

“That’s right,” with that, you slid down on him completely, clenching your teeth to hold in a deep sigh at how easily it happened, “Just keep calling me that.” As he bottomed out inside of you, Eddie’s head sunk deeper into the pillow. He felt almost completely at peace until you ran your hands under his Hellfire shirt and made the skin of his chest light on fire. You hitched the shirt up until he realized you wanted it off of him. Quickly, he pulled the shirt over his head and bunched it up beside him.

You drank in the sight of his bare chest, rising and falling jaggedly. His skin was lighter here and unblemished other than his tattoos. Right underneath his collarbone was a tattoo you hadn’t seen yet. You pressed a kiss to the slightly faded.

Your nails scratched across the small pouch of his stomach as you braced yourself on his torso. You were so wet already. And though Eddie couldn't quite feel the texture of you, he felt the slick warmth. He felt you intentionally flex your muscles to contract around him. You made slow progress, doing controlled, small bounces on him.

“Could you maybe go a bit faster?” He asked meekly.

“What did I tell you?”

What did you tell him? He was struggling to think with how you were clenching ever so slightly around him, painfully milking every movement. From where he was laying, your skirt covered up the sight of him disappearing inside of you. And though you kept your voice steady, he could tell that you were just trying to ease yourself into the feeling of him. But he needed just a little more movement.

“Please go faster, princess,” he remembered your request, “I need you to go faster.”

“Mmm, good job, baby…” you trailed off and increased your pace just a little bit more. Your reaction came in a strangled groan.

Instantly feeling a sliver of relief, Eddie made his only wish known, “Can you lift your skirt for me princess?” He had been looking forward to this moment for months; he wasn't going to let the stupid expanse of fabric cover up the magic.

You bit your own lip at his eagerness. “You gonna hold it up, pretty boy? I can’t do all the work can I?”

“I’m your pretty boy now?" Eddie was all smiles now, nothing could knock him down from the intense high that was building in his abdomen. Your body put a gratifying pressure on his hips that kept them from trembling.

“As long as you can do what I ask.” You said, fluttering your eyelashes in a way that makes him groan just once. It sends him scrambling to bunch your skirt up so he can finally see the divide between your skin and his. Your panties are pulled to the side, the edge of the fabric pressing tight against him. He pressed three fingers to your clit and rubbed the bead quickly. The way you tightened around his cock like a vice grip had him lightheaded.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” He warned you a bit urgently, almost afraid you wouldn't hear him through your high pitched whines.

You composed yourself just enough to click your tongue, “Not the right name, pretty boy.”

“Please, please, please, princess,” he begged. “Let me cum, please.” With how much you wanted to collapse, you shifted your position and lowered until your tits were pressed against his torso. Not only were you a little bit more comfortable, but it gave you an idea for how you could reward Eddie for being so patient. After all, you could now see the little teardrops that he was fighting to keep from falling down his cheeks.

“Aw, but I think you look the prettiest like this,” you cooed in his face, “I think I should just stay. Right. Here.” You left soft pecks along his cheeks before laying a final one down on his quivering lips.

“Please…j-just let me…” he shuddered a whisper against your mouth.

“Will you be good for me?”

“Yes,” he answered without any hesitation.

“No. Really promise me.” You paused, the smile continued to grow on your perfect lips, “If I’m going to tell people that I’m dating the Freak, I need you to at least try and be good. Just a little bit. For me.”

A single tear escaped the corner of his eye, “You’re gonna tell people?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I wanna tell everyone that my boyfriend is the prettiest boy in the whole school?”

He wanted to laugh at the new rush of arousal that flooded through him every time you called him that. But with your body firmly in place over him, he was trapped. Stuck in an almost offensive position with you moving lazily, it kept him teetering back and forth on the edge.

As he stared directly into your eyes, you could see how much he meant it when he said, “I’ll be good. I promise.” You took his hands and placed them on either side of your hips.

You nodded once, “Then make me cum too while you're at it.”

Eddie loved the sound of a challenge. With the new power you'd given him, he dug his thick fingers in your thighs, and thrusted properly, getting deeper than you’d gotten on your own. His skin slapped obscenely against yours. The hard impacts brought forth the moans you'd been holding back in favor of taunting him. Eddie snickered at your little yelps before succumbing to his own grunts and groans.

His teeth were gritting almost involuntarily as he cursed, "Oh, fuck," You jolted forward on his lap and he taunted you, "You like that, princess? You like being on top of me?" Your hands now clutched hard onto his built shoulders and your head hung over him. Your hair formed a curtain that fell back when you breathed a soft, "yes."

He chuckled, "That's what I like to hear."

"You're doing so good for me, princess. You gonna be--" he grunted again, "you gonna cum soon?"

"Uh-huh," you whined. Eddie put the last of his energy into pounding into you. You were close to screaming now. His breath was heavy and he could feel the rising heat that had his damp hair sticking to his forehead. You came with one final shudder and your mouth hung open. Eddie was all too proud that he'd made you finish first.

You squeaked at the immediate overstimulation as he kept going, chasing his own release. You let him thrust a few more times until his hips spasmed beneath you and he let out a strangled groan.

You pushed yourself up on your headboard and pulled his softening cock out of you. He exhaled softly as you pulled the used condom off of him, tied the end, and tossed into the trashcan next to your desk.

Eddie stared at the ceiling and noticed the rich crimson striped pattern of your walls. Every other section featured a line of delicate illustrated roses.

He muttered, “You got some nice wallpaper.”

“Are you fucking serious?” You were truly incredulous. He hadn’t even wiped the sweat from his brow and he was already wisecracking.

“Yeah, it’s a good room. I can really picture a budding young woman living here.” He spoke slowly, still on the comedown.

“I really should know by now that you just don’t stop.”

Ignoring your admit to defeat, he was getting his second wind back, “I’m just complimenting the impeccable interior design. You really gotta give me the number of whoever designed this place, I could use a remodeler.”

He went silent, waiting for you to reply. But you were laid beside him, deconstructing every feature on his face and wondering how a guy like him could be so willing to give you his time.

Confused by your entranced expression, he asked, “What?”

You only tilted your head slightly, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I was ashamed of you." You kissed the tattoo on his forearm, "Because I’m not. I’m completely in love with you...and I think I'm ready for everyone to know it.”

That knocked the air clear out of Eddie's chest. He couldn't even think to suppress the new wave of emotion that welled up in his eyes, “That sounds great.” Eddie sniffed and attempted to straighten himself, “Really great.”

You rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him, “Did I make Eddie Munson fall apart?”

“Just a little bit.” He blinked away his fresh tears.

“Mmm, good. Because you’re really pretty like that.”

He squinted at you, perplexed, “I’m pretty when I cry?”

“I’m almost afraid to tell you because I know it’s only gonna boost your ego, but-” you watched him beam in suspense, “I think you’re pretty doing basically anything.”

“Oh, baby, that just had catastrophic effects on my psyche. You’re turning me into a ravenous narcissist.”

You tucked his messy hair behind his ear and took a deep breath before getting back up on your feet. You were still a little sore between your legs, but you knew it would fade with time. At that moment, you were far more focused on how thirsty you were.

“I’m gonna get myself something to drink, I’ll be right back.”

Eddie still had his shirt bunched up beside him. He smiled shrewdly and said, “Hey, can you do something for me real quick?”

“Huh?” You glanced over your shoulder just in time for Eddie to throw something at you.

“Put this on first.”

You unfolded what he'd thrown at you, “You’re kidding.”

“Not in the slightest.” He looked too excited for his own good.

You rolled your eyes at him and wiggled the shirt over your head. Your arms raised up to slip through the long sleeves.

“Whoo!” Eddie cupped his hands around his mouth as he sat up to get a better view, “You’re so hot from this angle, princess.”

With a huff of effort, you tugged the wrinkled shirt down over your midriff. It fit you pretty well in almost every area except your chest, which you could see Eddie got a huge kick out of. He still chuckled to himself even as you closed your bedroom door behind you.

You sang to yourself as you waltzed into the kitchen, “Something happens and I’m head over heels…” You grabbed a cup from the cupboard and turned to make your way to the fridge when you spotted Dustin standing in the living room. In his hand was the bouquet, long since forgotten by then.

Dustin looked up from the flowers, “Where did you get this?” His eyes went wide when he saw the shirt you were now wearing, “Where did you get that?” You were sure the shirt was worse than if you'd walked out in just your bra.

And at the worst timing possible, Eddie wandered out of your bedroom, shirtless.

“Hey, you got any Tab in this joint?” He leaned against the hallway wall with a smirk until he saw your expression frozen over.

He followed your stare and finally noticed Dustin, looking increasingly horrified by the second.

Eddie tensed up, “Oh, shit,” Dustin’s wide eyes flickered between the figure of his dungeon master and his wicked sister before he screeched, “Son of a bitch, not this shit again!”

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Prinxiety week day 3 D&D This is my personal favorite of this week. Hope you all like it too!!!

Roman was very excited. It was Friday night and today a new campaign would start. This was Roman’s third campaign with Thomas and Emile under the flamboyant guidance of their DM Remy. They were setting up in Thomas’ basement while waiting for Remy to join them. They’d had their session zero at Roman’s place last week. This week, they’d really get started. Last time their characters had arrived in the village and crossed paths when a farmer called out for help because their sheep had gotten loose and they’d joined forces to find them and bring them back. Fought off a few monsters that wanted to eat them and had formed the first beginnings of friendship. Roman was excited to see where this adventure would take them. He’d put a lot of thought in his character and Remy had seemed interested too. Remy was a great DM and always took their characters into consideration within his story telling. So this was bound to be interesting. Roman was hoping to be challenged in his roleplaying. He had been playing firmly within his comfort zone in the past. This time he was trying to challenge himself a little.

“The party has arrived!” Remy announced as he skipped down the stairs. “The party has been here,” Thomas pointed out, making Emile giggle. “Aw, boohoo. I needed to prep a surprise. So we better get started so we can get to the good stuff. Tommy, love the snack spread. I'm lucky with players who get the assignment,” Remy said as he put down his bag and set himself up behind his DM screen. He grabbed a hand full of chips and nuts and glanced at his notes. Roman and the other two sat down. Thomas and Emile on one side of the table, Emile being closest to Remy because he always sat right next to his not so secret crush. Roman sat by himself on the other side.

“Alrighty,” Remy said, rubbing his hands before setting the scene. “So you are heading to the local tavern to spend some of the coin the farmer paid you on a few drinks, a meal, and a bed for the night. Suddenly, you hear a commotion up ahead. There is shouting and people are jumping out of the way. From the small crowd of people you see a figure emerge, followed by people in what you recognize to be guard uniforms…” on boy. That sounded like a test for his level 3 redemption paladin and for his own impulsive tendencies.

“Virgil, come down and tell them what they see wont you baby bro?” Remy called. Roman stiffened as he looked up to the stairs where he now saw Remy’s brother descend, emerging from the shadows he’d been hiding in. “I’m only an hour younger than you Rem,” the soft but rough voice pointed out. “Still younger. Now sit your ass down and help set the scene!” Remy demanded. Roman could swear they were all holding their breath. Virgil was his brother’s opposite. Remy was a party animal, a people person. Virgil had no friends. No one he talked to other than his brother. He was a loner and seemed opposed to the idea of changing that status. Roman knew that Thomas and Emile had tried. The only reason Roman knew about him was because he was Remy’s brother and he’d seen him whenever he visited Remy for a session or just to hang out away from their fans at school. That and they had a few classes together over the years, but even there he was so quiet and distant, he wouldn’t have noticed him if he hadn’t recognized him. For some reason the teachers didn’t even push him to answer in class most of the time. And now, he was here, in Roman’s haven of make belief… What if he told everyone… No. Remy wouldn’t have brought him here if he thought he’d ruin the fun of it. But why was he here?

“No worries guys. I’ll probably die by the end of the session and you won’t have to worry about me messing everything up,” Virgil muttered as he put down a character sheet, a dice tray and a few bags of dice. He was prepared at least. But Roman wasn’t sure how he felt about him sitting right next to him, eyes focused on his sheet and nowhere else. He had no read on this guy. There were plenty of rumors about him though. None that had any proof behind them. But Roman couldn’t help but wonder if they were based in some measure of truth. “I’m just here because Remy forced me,” he added. “Bitch you need to get out of the house every once in a while. You’ll thank me later. Now get started!” Remy commanded. Virgil took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay… So. Running towards you is a violet Tiefling with lavender hair in a braid that would probably go well past the shoulder when at rest. The horns are like an antelope’s, though the right one seems to shimmer in the light. They’ve got a white blouse, dark brown leather pants and comfortable shoes, along with a long sleaved, patched up cloak. Also there’s a knapsack and a lute and as they turns their gaze from their pursuers to look ahead of them you see they have silver eyes… Was that okay?” Virgil asked. If Roman was honest, that was a really interesting description. He already wanted to know about the shine on the right horn and from his description he could guess that this Tiefling was a bard. Which was not what he’d expected from the emo loner. Quite the opposite.

“That’s excellent V. Now ahead of you, among the citizens, you see this party of three that seems out of place. A half orc who is walking around in a sleeveless tunic showing off firm arms with a few nasty looking scars. A half elf, kinda scrawny looking, blond strands framing a pale face, ice blue eyes speak of a sharp mind and the books they carry support that observation. And a fire genasi, black skin contrasting against what seem to be red glowing fissures, fiery eyes and flowing red hair. The genasi is dressed in well-crafted armor with doves carved along his collarbones and a red cloak draped over his shoulders. They have definitely seen you. What do you do?” Remy pointed at each of them as he described their characters and for some reason Virgil shot him a glare when he was done before sighing and speaking up. “Well I’m probably about to change course until I see the doves. The guards are closing in on me and I know I’m probably not going to be able to get away from them in a town this small. So I sprint for them and call out to the armored one.” Virgil turned his body slightly towards Roman and though he still didn’t seem capable of looking at him he did speak to him. “Help! Please! I’m innocent!” It was funny. Virgil’s voice was still quiet, but he did sound urgent and scared. “And then I try to dodge to stand behind him. Hoping the guards will at least pause their chase out of respect for a holy person,” he mutters.

Remy nodded. “Domonique do you let him seek refuge behind you?” Roman thought on that a moment. “Well, I’m probably surprised, and I haven’t seen him do anything harmful yet. Of course I’ll let him seek my protection. Awaiting more details on the situation.” The rest of the group nodded. “Um I step in closer to Dominique, trying to be supportive,” Thomas offers. “Oh and seeing my old buddy and my new buddy are going to protect the little purple devil, I make myself look extra big and cross my arms like super intimidating,” Emile said, trying to sound though making the rest of them laugh… Or well. Virgil just gave a little smile, but that wasn’t something Roman could remember ever seeing him doing. Scowling and avoidant was his usual look. “I um… I’d probably hold onto his cloak as I glance past him,” Virgil added, sounding embarrassed and uncertain, making it almost a question.

“Awesome. So the guards slow their approach and see you three seemingly protecting their suspect. ‘That demon there is a thief! Hand him over so we can bring him to justice,’ the bigger one demands,” Remy tells them looking around to see who’d react. “I tried to tell you I didn’t steal anything! They just think I did it because I was in the same street and I’m a Tiefling. I offered to let them search me but they said I’d probably gotten rid of it already. They have no proof! Please you gotta belief me,” Virgil rambled, doing a pretty good job at roleplaying. “Okay I hold out my arm to shield him more and address the guards. And I say: ‘Do you have any proof of wrongdoings other than his lineage?’” Remy nodded. “Okay, are you fired up?” he asked. “Maybe a little,” Roman allowed. Presumed guilt would upset his character. “Okay so your fissures glow a bit brighter and your hair starts to spark a little. Roll an intimidation check for me to see if they’ll cool down,” Remy instructed. “Can I assist, since I’m big and strong and all that?” Emile asked. “I’ll allow it,” Remy nodded. “Okay… Nice, that’s a natural 18,” he was pretty sure the DC wouldn’t be too high for this. “That’s really nice. The bigger guard lowers his weapon and takes a step back, looking real embarrassed. Um, well.” Roman saw an opportunity and jumped on it. “So you accused the first semi suspicious individual you saw and didn’t bother to consider alternatives?” He stated, letting his voice betray a tiny bit of temper rising. “Now… Well… I suppose?” Remy replied making his voice small and a bit scared. “Well, how about we keep an eye on this one, while you go do your job rather than half-assing it? If you find concrete proof that you were right we’ll give you back your suspect with a formal apology and an IOU. But until then, I don’t want to hear a single accusation. Understood?” He was feeling pretty happy with this. Previous characters of his would probably have been more suspicious of this Tiefling character, but that was not the kind of guy he was playing right now. “Nice one. Okay so the guards look a bit put off but they start to leave. They are glaring at the Tiefling behind you, but for now, coast seems clear.”

Roman nodded satisfied. “Okay so I’m going to turn to our new friend. ‘Well that was a serious pickle you found yourself in. My name is Dominique he/him. These are my new companions, Bantu and Varian both also he/him. May we know your name and pronouns?’” he asked, going for charming, but a little disapproving on the first part. Virgil glanced at Remy who must’ve given him some kind of encouragement because he actually looked at Roman this time. “Um, yeah. Sorry about that. Call me Chant…. They/them, please,” he said, clearly nervous about using different pronouns in game. Aw… That was kind of adorable really. Had there been a sweet bean hiding in that rough bolster this whole time? Was this just something Virgil chose for this character or was he trying out the pronouns because he was on a journey? Roman didn’t know if the emo was part of the alphabet mafia. But as a member of their school’s queer community he should try to reach out to him to offer him a support system. Was that why Remy brought his little bro in? “Pleasure to meet you. How about we get to the tavern, and you can tell us what happened in more detail. Maybe we can help clear your name. I would love to believe that one warning will make the guards rethink their judgements, but helping them out might save us all some time,” he suggested. Virgil nodded. “Um… Sure, thank you again… Uh, let me buy you three a drink. It’s the least I can do,” he offered. “Oh, I like them. Can we keep them?” Emile suggested in his gruff character voice. “They’re not a stray pup, Bantu, old friend. They might have other places they need to be,” Thomas said weightily.

Virgil let a soft laugh escape him that time. Just something very brief. But it intrigued Roman. Maybe, if he got Virgil to feel comfortable, he’d see more of this hidden side of his and be able to figure out how he felt about it. There was already a sense of protectiveness at the knowledge that he might have a baby queer on his hands who needed some help finding his identity. Their party headed for the tavern where they first introduced themselves more properly. “I seek to travel the lands and spread the light of my lady Sarenrae to the farthest reaches of the world,” Roman informed Virgil. “I am chasing a dream,” Thomas tells them, Roman gets a sense that he is picking his words with care. “Can I, um… Insight check?” Virgil asked nervously. “Go ahead,” Remy smirked. “Okay. Oh that’s good. Natural 20,” Virgil said. “Good. What are you looking for?” Remy asks. “Well…” Virgil turns to Thomas. “I want to look for signs that Varian like… mistrusts me or something. Like, do I think he’ll get rid of me at the first opportunity or something?” Ow. That might be a bit more insight in Virgil’s state of mind than Roman was prepared to get. Sure it could just be something his character would do. But it felt a bit too real. Roman could tell that Thomas and Emile caught up on that too, but none of them said anything about it. “Varian is very neutral about Chant. He isn’t going to put his life in their hands right away, but he doesn’t assume they’re up to something either,” Thomas offered. Virgil nodded to himself.

“I’m just here to keep my buddy safe while he travels. Nothing special,” Emile explains with a shrug. “Nothing ‘just’ about it. That sounds like a great reason to hit the open road,” Virgil argued. “Oh gosh. Bantu is blushing you guys. His grey skin darkening just a bit around the cheekbones,” Emile giggled. “I agree with Chant here. A very noble and selfless calling if I ever heard one,” Roman added. Emile turned to Thomas. “They aren’t wrong my friend. You have a noble heart. I consider myself lucky to be considered your friend and I pity the fool who makes you an enemy.” Emile buried his head into his arms, making everyone, yes everyone, laugh. “Alright. It seems we are tormenting our muscle man. What about you though? Are you local or on a journey as well?” Roman asked Virgil. “Oh, um. I’m a good bit away from home. I finished my education and figured I should perform all over and stuff. Maybe, hopefully, make it so people might think better of people like me,” Virgil’s voice trailed off as he explained this. “Can I take a closer look at their right horn?” Roman asked Remy. “Roll me a… A perception check.” Roman nodded and rolled the die. “We are doing good tonight. That’s a dirty 18,” Roman announced. “Okay. You see that the shine comes from what seems to be a silver coating of some sort. It looks very pretty.” Roman nodded with a frown. That meant that at some point at the very least, this Chant person had the coin to spend on something like this. The question was why did he do it? “Well now we simply must clear your name,” Roman announced.

“Virgil a perception check if you will?” Remy announced. “Oh, um… Dirty 13?” Virgil was very quick with his calculations Roman noticed. He hadn’t asked even once what modifier he needed to use… Maybe he was a seasoned player? “You really know your way around the dice,” he noted. Virgil ducked his head. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Would you believe that until a week ago he’d never even seen a D20? We made a deal at the start of summer that he’d try one social activity every month. I helped him built his character, we did a session zero together and now he’s here playing like a pro,” Remy grinned. “Shut up. I just didn’t want to ruin the start of their campaign,” Had he really spent the first week of his summer studying up on D&D, just so they wouldn’t be slowed down by a new player? “Virgil, that is very sweet of you. But we would’ve happily helped you out. If you are uncertain about anything, just let me know okay?” Thomas offered. “Yeah, you should’ve seen us stumble our way through our first campaign. We were lucky Remy sort of knew what he was doing,” Emile added. Roman nodded his agreement. “Uh, thanks I guess. But like I said. I’ll probably die in the first few sessions or something. So don’t worry about it,” Virgil shrugged. Remy was grinned like the Cheshire cat. He obviously hadn’t missed the fact that Virgil had gone from one session to maybe a few already. And Roman found himself being glad for that as well. If things worked out over the summer they’d have at least 8 sessions together. Meaning 8 chances of several hours to figure out what this hidden side to Virgil was and if he wanted to approach him as a friend when school started up again.

“What about Chant’s perception check?” Roman asked wanting to get back on track. “Ah right. Well, it was more for funsies. There’s something moving around in your cloak,” Remy tells his brother. “Oh, um I jump up and take it off, looking for what it might be,” Virgil says, looking confused. “Okay, a snow white weasel skitters across the floor and runs up Varian’s leg all the way to his shoulders where it drapes itself in a comfortable position,” Remy tells the group. Thomas chuckles awkwardly before falling into his in control, formal character. “‘Well, now is as good a time as any to introduce you to Scamp. My familiar.’ Scamp kinda looks up at everyone before getting comfy again as though he is going to take a nap.” Aw! A familiar! That’s adorable! Roman loved familiars. They were essentially party pets that couldn’t really die or get hurt. “Why was Scamp in my coat?” Virgil demanded, for the first time raising his voice a little, though still keeping it kind of quiet. “Searching you. I figured that way any doubts of you misleading us could be put to rest before they even come up. You already mentioned you were willing.’ Did Scamp find anything?” Thomas asked. “Roll investigation for Scamp,” Remy tells him. “14,” “Not even an inside pocket on that cloak to stash a bit of coin,” Remy states.

Virgil huffs. “Chant sits back down, scowling. ‘I made that cloak specifically so no one could accuse me of anything while travelling. Didn’t do me any good I guess.’” “Dominique lays a hand on Chant’s shoulder. ‘You shouldn’t have to do that. Don’t worry, we’ll clear your name. Tell us what happened and we’ll make it so those guards have to apologize to you,’” Roman vowed letting his voice get a little rougher to the end. Virgil smiled at him and explained the situation to them. It seemed very obvious that the guards had not even been trying. That became more apparent when they heard from the townsfolk that there had been a series of objects going missing over the past few weeks. Odds were they would find all stolen goods with whoever had truly stolen the medallion Chant was accused of swiping.

Through some excellent detective work from Thomas, gotta love that high intelligence score, and some good thinking on Virgil’s part. They found a kleptomaniac creep in the woods. Dominique tried to reason with the man, of course, but he was very rude and just attacked them with some dark magic when he offered to return the items and see if they could get the town to go easy on them. Virgil did great in his first battle. Roman was impressed. His fighting style was a bit risky though. He might not have been kidding when he said he wasn’t planning on making his character survive the first session after all. Chant fought like a melee fighter rather than a support class. And considering he pulled off a sneak attack, Roman figured that Virgil had started as a multiclass Bard/rogue. Ambitious. Roman hadn’t gone for a multiclass yet. But this meant that while they were all at their 3rd level of their chosen class. Virgil was only a level two at one of his two chosen classes. Considering Chant performed a song of rest for them, Roman would say they were a level 2 bard and a level 1 rogue. He’d played a bard last campaign, he remembered most of the stuff he’d learned about the class. Maybe next time he’d go for the mysterious rogue.

The guards arrived and found the downed enemy with all the stolen goods. They cleared Chant’s name and did apologize. That is when Virgil surprised them all in a pleasant way. “It’s alright. In fact, once you clean up this mess, come to the Happy Hog. I’ll be performing there tonight.” Roman was very happy for his character to hear that. If Chant had indeed fallen in battle or turned out to be a bad egg, it would have been a heavy blow. This however. This would make him feel good about the path he’d chosen. Virgil’s description of Chant’s performance was exhilarating. Filled with acrobatics and song and dance. When he finally took his final bow he was showered with praise and handed quite some coin.

“Chant drops himself on the seat next to Dominique. ‘That was a day! Listen the tavernkeep told me I could get two rooms for the night after that performance. If two of you are okay with rooming, they are all yours.’” Oh no. “Dominique grabs Chant by the shoulder. ‘There is no you guys. There is an us. We’ll all divide the rooms and share the cost of any extra rooms we might need. You are stuck with us now you charming fiend.’” Virgil laughs at the nickname. And rolls a die. He nods and gestures something at Remy who gives him a go ahead gesture. “Chant is a bit surprised by this. ‘You sure you want someone like me on your team? I don’t know if you noticed, but I tend to draw the wrong kind of attention.’” Roman looked at Emile and Thomas. Virgil was giving them an out. He had no intention of letting him bail on them quite so easily. And he had a feeling his friends didn’t want to send Virgil away either. “Nooooo!!! Varian! They’re going to stay right?” Emile pleaded with Thomas, dramatically draping himself over the latter’s shoulders. “Bantu, crushing me,” Thomas wheezed. “Oops, sorry.” Virgil tried his best to contain his laughter. “No matter. Though I share the sentiment of my party members. You are a good ally in battle and a pleasant companion outside of it. If you want, we’ll be more than happy to add you to the party.” Roman was impressed with Thomas’ roleplaying. A subdued character was so opposed to how he knew his friend.

“Hmmm… Okay. I suppose it’s probably for the better,” Virgil allowed as he turned to Roman with a smirk. “Chant raises his hand, showing he’s been holding something for a bit now. ‘Someone has to keep an eye on me. Who knows what kind of fiendish trickery I might get up to otherwise.’ He is playing with a silver chain that holds a little bronze figure at the end.” Roman gasps dramatically as he realized what Virgil snatched without his knowledge. “Hand that back right now!” he demanded. Virgil chuckled. “‘Of course. I was just having some fun,’” Virgil promised as he mimicked tossing something at Roman. “‘Can’t promise I won’t do it again though. You are way too easy a target and I gotta keep my skills sharp. You understand don’t you firecracker?’” Oh he was trying to provoke him. Roman played out a flustered speechlessness making everyone giggle. “To those who are still looking at you Dominique your face is glowing red as if magma is getting closer to the surface,” Remy informed him teasingly. “And with a new friendship forged, an ally gained, you get ready for the night. The rooms you were provided each have two beds. How do you divide them up?” their DM asks. “Oh me and Varian are rooming right? I wanna stay with my buddy,” Emile announced. “Sounds good to me. That way hot shot over can keep an eye on me.” Roman quirked a brow at Virgil. He’d clearly gotten more comfortable with the roleplay over the past two hours. And Chant had gotten increasingly less timid around the party.

“Where is that timid Tiefling from but a few hours ago?” he demanded though he allowed a smirk to let him know that only Dominique was at a loss of how to handle this sass. “Look man, I just really didn’t want to be put in a cage. Be glad. This means that I’ve decided that you guys won’t let me go to jail if you can help it,” Virgil explained. That made Roman’s backstory sense go off. It might just be a common sense. But maybe it was a hint to something more complex. Virgil had shown he understood the game. “Whatever. Sure I’ll share a room with you. Someone has to keep an eye on you,” he said teasingly, a little smirk on his face. Virgil was clearly glad to see that Roman’s character could to more than just get flustered. “So long as you don’t set the room on fire we’ll get along fine,” Chant taunted. “Well… You’d feel right at home if I did,” Roman quipped back, before clasping his hand in front of his mouth. “I am… So sorry. That was probably very insensitive of me,” he rambled. “Hey, no its… Its okay. You didn’t hurt my feelings. We’d joke about it back at home all the time,” he said reassuringly, still in character. “That does not give me the right to… Never mind. I am glad I did not insult you… Shall we turn in for the night. I wish to hit the road early tomorrow, see where it takes us next,” he offered. He was secretly very excited to see the glances exchanged between Virgil, Thomas and Emile. “Okay. Good night,” Virgil told the others a bit awkwardly. “Good dreams. Right Varian?” Emile said. “Let us hope so,” Thomas nodded.

“Alright, you all enter your rooms. Is there something you want to do before you let sleep take you?” They all shook their heads. They were genuinely tired. “Okay. So you get ready and with some questions about your new allies and hopes for the future playing in the back of your head we end today’s session. Awesome job guys. Virgil that was disappointing. Didn’t even get close to fulfilling your promise,” Remy grinned. “Well, there’s always next time,” Virgil shrugged as they all got up and started cleaning up. “Don’t you dare die before I know all the juicy details of your backstory. You got me hooked already,” Roman declared. “Well… I guess I’m kinda curious what you guys are all about too,” Virgil allowed. They discussed the session and speculated on where they could go next. “Hey Virgil,” Roman said as he zipped up his backpack. Thomas and Emile had gone upstairs already and Remy had just told his brother that they should get going. But Roman had something to say to this unlikely new friend, because he had decided that he wanted to try and be friends with him. “Um sure. I’ll see you at the car Remy,” Virgil told the high energy contender to the drama queen crown. “Sure. Be good you two,” Remy said casually as he disappeared through the door.

“I hate him so much,” Virgil muttered before turning to Roman, suddenly shy again. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean any of the teasing. I just… Thought it might be funny to have someone challenge your paladin a little… But if you hate it I can…” Roman raised his hand to stop Virgil’s rant. “No, I loved the session. But I wanted to ask something a bit more irl… Though it is related to a character choice. Virgil… Are you um… Are you curious about the LGBTQIA+ community?” Virgil stiffened, panic clear. “You don’t need to answer. It’s just. If you are… The Q is for Queer and Questioning. So even if you aren’t sure, so long as you are at least an ally,” Roman dug in his backpack for one of the flyers he always carried with him. “There is a place you can go. We’ll welcome you there, no questions, no pressure. You can ask your questions and read some queer friendly literature.” Virgil accepted the flyer. “I didn’t know you were…” he muttered. “I’m not out at school beyond the community there and even the pride club has members who think I’m just an ally helping out to support my brother. Remy and the others know. My family knows. Remus wants to tell his bff/so. I don’t know where they are in their on again of again thing. But he doesn’t cause I honestly don’t like or trust them. My fans would likely not take well to me being as gay as a rainbow unicorn.” Virgil chuckled. “Fans?” “The people who hang around me but would likely drop me if I actually relied on them,” Roman shrugged. “Remy has them too.” Virgil nodded. “Yeah. I noticed,” he muttered, looking at the flyer. “So… When… I mean. If I wanted to check it out. I’d need a guide or something I guess… Someone there I already know…” Virgil was blushing and didn’t seem to know where to look. “I would be honored to be your knight in rainbow armor guiding and defending you on this journey to your truth,” he promised. “Cool… Chant is still going to be a nightmare for Dominique to deal with though.” Roman let out a loud, careless laugh, kind of relieved for the joke. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said. With that, they headed upstairs. Eager to return to the game table next week.

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— His weekly therapy appointment used to be something he would dread all week long . Sitting in front of a therapist who never truly listens to him ; none of them ever seem to care . He could pull his bleeding heart from his chest and offer it to them in his palm and not a single one of them would bat an eye . Though he still goes , if only because he’s trying to get better . If anything ; he tries for his mother’s sake Medication hardly dents his problems , and yet , an act of desperation leads him to sit in these very offices . Budget cuts wiped the board of free therapy ; his former therapist delivered the news and sent him off with a half assed ‘ good luck ’ and he was certain that he’d wind up dead . Suicide is a reoccurring thought for the struggling clown for hire and the lack of medication only worsened things . Call it fate if you will , but he eventually stumbled across someone who handed him a business card to the office of Katherine Prince . A therapist in the area who fully embraced people like him who couldn’t afford such luxury of paying for therapy . Albeit , he was hesitant to schedule a first appointment , he managed to and quickly found that he would actually enjoy his visits with Kit . She’s friendly , engaged . He feels seen for the first time in his life . And he decides to keep going back for more ; a few appointments later and here he sits on his weekly Tuesday afternoon appointment . Across from her , he occupies the seat . His jacket is hung on the back of the chair and he yields his usual posture . Anxious , strung tight .

— It’s been a terrible week already ; just yesterday , he was jumped at work . Beaten in an alleyway by a group of kids . His side is riddled with bruises of various shades . Most seeped their way down to the bone and his pain is apparent with the way he quietly winces if he moves to fast . His ribcage throbs . And to make things worse , this morning his boss , Hoyt , informed him that he was on the edge of being fired . That his paycheck were to be cut because he ‘stole’ a shop owners sign and Hoyt furthur lectured Arthur that he’s creeping out his coworkers . It was only twenty minutes ago he stood outside of his work place , violently kicking at the mounds of trash bags spilling from the dumpster outside until he sunk down to sit in defeat . The only reason he didn’t remain there to rot was because he was determined to make it here on time to his appointment . He probably wont bring it up and he’s trying ( to hard ) to hide his pain from her so that she wouldn’t ask . “ I’ve kept up with my journal . ” he begins . He halfway doesn’t expect her to look within the pages ; the last therapist would but she’d only glance at it and hand it back uncaringly most of the time . His most personal thoughts are inked sloppily within the book ; dark things that only picture hopelessness and despair . The only reason why he’s brought it up was because Kit mentioned it to him last time that he should keep utilizing it . Perhaps he’s taken initiative to inform her of his good habits are because he’s seeking some sort of affirmation from her . That she’d tell him he’s doing a good job . It’s the only way he manages to find validation , after all .

— “ A- and I’ve started going out more . ” Something else he was encouraged to do . “ I tried the library ... but they kicked me out . ” he admitted . No surprise ; people aren’t accepting of his disability and he’s sure that they never will be . “ B- but I did try to go to the botanical garden . It’s really nice there . ” he said , a soft hint of a smile toying his thin lips as he recalled the scenery . “ I liked it a lot . Have you ever been ? ” He’s partially trying to steer the conversation in hopes to pull wool over her eyes and keep his pain under wraps but also because he’s genuinely curious if he kept going back , he’d bump into her outside of work . Would she give him the time of day if she saw him outside these walls ? Or would she scurry away from him as if he were one of the many diseased rats that inhabit the city .

@kit-just-kit

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Chapter 8: Soft Rain - Spring, Year 1

Lewis: You should expand your horizons, Elliot. I mean, shipping crops IS good but imagine how well your farm could do if you added animal produce and artisan goods to your exports.

Lewis' words were running over Elliot's head. He was right, though. She should expand her horizons.

The following day after the Flower Dance, Elliot had been busy focusing on her farm and it's performance. She thought she'd made good progress on her combat abilities so she took a break from going to the mines for now.

Various documents and lists littered Ellie's table. Her laptop opened on a spreadsheet monitoring her finances.

Elliot: Hmm. Alright, let's get a coop then.

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It was a rainy afternoon when Ellie started walking to Robin's.

Robin: Oh no! You're soaked.

Ellie: Ah, sorry 'bout your floor, Robin.

Robin: No worries, Ellie. I'll just mop that later. How can I help you?

Ellie and Robin discussed the terms and process of getting a coop.

Robin: Alright, I'll get started on your new coop first thing tomorrow.

Ellie: Thank you, Robin. Would you like to have breakfast together then?

Robin: Ooooh farm fresh ingredients? Sign me up!

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Ellie closed the door behind her and opened her umbrella.

Seb: You gettin'a new coop?

Ellie jumped.

Ellie: Jeez, Seb!

Sebastian laughed. He was leaning on a wall, smoking.

Seb: Sorry... You're so jumpy!

Ellie: I didn't even know you were there!

Seb: Hah, yeah I went out while you and mom were talking.

Ellie: Stop sneaking up on me!

Sebastian laughed again. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it, putting it out.

Ellie frowned.

Ellie: Man, could you stop that?

Seb: I thought you didn't like the smell?

Ellie: Yeah, but I meant littering, also.

Seb: Alright, I'll try. Headed home?

Ellie thought about what Elliott told her the night of the Flower Dance.

Elliott: Maybe you could look at my drafts and give me feedback...

Ellie: Ehhhh. Think I'm going to the beach for a bit.

Seb: Oh? I'm going there too, actually.

Ellie: Really? Didn't know you liked going there.

Seb: Yeahhh, I only go there when it's raining. Not a big fan of the sun.

Ellie: Same! Rain is so nice, don't you think? Come on, then.

Sebastian smiled and opened his own umbrella.

Seb: So, uh. Whatcha doin' there?

Ellie: Think I'm gonna visit my friend, Elliott.

Seb: I see. The writer, right?

Ellie: Mhm.

Seb: You like books then?

Ellie: Yeah, I guess. I don't read very often, though. Just when my friends recommend me something good.

Seb: Cool. What genres do you like?

Ellie: Hmmm, lemme think... Sci-fi, fantasy, mystery and horror, maybe. Sometimes I read classics, but never romance. Not really my thing.

Seb: That's nice. I like basically the same genres but I never do classics. I respect a good romance, though.

Ellie chuckled.

Ellie: Really? Didn't expect that from you, to be quite honest.

Seb: Hah, guess I don't look the part. You also into comic books?

Ellie: Yeah! Do you know Cave Saga X? One of my friends absolutely love that series.

Seb: Yeah! Have you caught up with the new volume yet? I wont spoil it for you, but oh man...

The two of them spent the entire walk chatting with each other with a lot of comfortable silence in between. A few more paces and they were nearing the beach.

Ellie: Oh man, it's cold. What do you usually do here?

Seb: Me? I guess I just hang out by the docks and enjoy the view. The sound of rain on the ocean's very soothing.

Ellie: Hmm, yeah that sounds quite nice.

Seb: ...If you want to, I guess we can hang out here sometime.

Ellie: Sure. I'll be quiet so I don't ruin your drift.

Sebastian chuckled.

Seb: Alright, deal.

They parted ways near the shore.

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Ellie knocked on Elliott's door.

Elliott: Ellie! It's so wonderful to see you!

Ellie: Hi, sorry. I hope you don't mind my boots.

Elliott: Not to worry. I haven't really cleaned my cabin thoroughly anyway. Please, make yourself at home.

Ellie tried her best to remove as much sand and mud from her boots then made her way to Elliott's desk.

Elliott: Would you like something to drink? Coffee or tea, perhaps?

Ellie: I'd like some coffee, please.

Elliott: Coming right up.

Elliott's desk was littered with books and paper. It was quite a mess. A draft was sitting in the middle.

Ellie: Do you have a story in mind right now?

Elliott walked over to Ellie after setting the kettle on his stove. He pulled out a chair for Ellie to sit on, then sat on his own chair.

Elliott, sighing: To be completely honest, Elliot, I cannot decide on what genre I would like my novel to take on. I have characters and arcs in mind but I cannot seem to find a solid setting for them. Say, do you have any suggestions for me?

Ellie thought for a bit.

Ellie: Hmm. You know, Elliott, I'm gonna be honest with you. You seem like such a romantic guy, so I think if you decide to write a romance novel, you would be great at it. Um, I don't like the genre, though, so my second suggestion would be... Mystery? Maybe?

Elliott blushed.

Elliott: Well, I'm quite flattered with your words, Ellie. I'll keep them in mind.

Elliott went over the characters and plot points he had in mind with Ellie. Going over what could go together, which areas need more structure and the like. After a few minutes, the kettle screeches.

Elliott: Oh! Perfect timing.

Elliott walks over to his small kitchen and makes two glasses of coffee. He hands one to Ellie and takes a sip from his own cup.

Elliott: Thank you for the company, Ellie. It was such a lovely surprise to have you here on such a dreary day.

Ellie: You're welcome, Elliott. I hope you finish your novel soon.

Elliott smiled at her and opened a window.

Elliott: Ah, would you look at that. The rain has finally stopped.

He leaned on the window pane, sipping his coffee. Ellie walked over to Elliott to admire the scenery outside.

Elliott: Ah, Ellie. You must know what's bothering my dear companion rose over here, yes? I think it may be wilting under my care.

Ellie took a good look at the rose.

Ellie: You're not watering her with seawater, aren't you?

#stardew valley #stardew fanfic #stardew au

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Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

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fruggo · 3 years

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I’m not gonna lie this would be the first time I requested something so if I do something wrong I’m really sorry,

Can I request Quentin, Leon, Steve, and Frank meeting a female reader who, before the entity took her, had already faced off her own killer?

And this made her kinda tough? Like she knows what she’s doing

oh my gosh thank you so much!! this is my first ever request to fulfill so we’re in this together :DD seriously i really appreciate you!

i decided to do a headcanon kind of format for this, i hope that’s okay! also these are my absolute favorite boys aaahhh this is so fun for a first request

the boys x tough f!reader (part 1) (part 2)

warnings: swearing, reader kicks frank in the shins

word count: ~700-1k each (sorry if it’s too long…i kind of got really excited and uhhh maybe i got carried away,, yeah. sorry)

(also i'll be honest quentin's is not my best. that was the one that got eaten by the tumblr abyss and i had to write all over again, and it just didn't come out the same way that i wanted it to at first :( i did the other boys hoping i'd get some inspiration to fix it afterwards, but i got kind of stuck. so it's not my favorite, but i hope you like it okay! i want to write better stuff for quentin in the future, he is my favorite sleepy boy <3)

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

when you arrived in the realm, everyone thought you would be the same as the others—frightened, confused, and overwhelmed. but you took this nightmarish challenge in stride, adapting to your surroundings quickly and learning far faster than anybody else had.

your past experiences had made you independent and sometimes distrustful, so once you had the gist of things, you didn’t need (or want) anybody to tell you what to do. and nobody was inclined to, either—your instincts naturally told you what to do and when.

the first time you met quentin was a little awkward, i wont lie. you were wary of speaking to the other survivors; you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again.

it was the beginning of a trial. the nurse’s fatigued shrills could be heard all the way from the edge of the wrecker’s yard, but you immediately started work on a generator, unafraid. a few minutes passed, when soft footsteps indicated someone’s approach. it was quentin—he started to work on the wires without hesitation.

you were a little surprised, only because the other survivors usually left you to your own devices. you got the impression that maybe they were intimidated by you, which you didn’t particularly mind. but you wouldn’t particularly mind some company now and then, either.

it was comfortably silent for a while, before quentin spoke up.

“what’s your name?” he asked, gaze still focused on the wires.

hesitating a little, you told him. then you said, “and you’re quentin, right?” you already knew most everybody’s name just from observation.

“that i am,” he replied.

then it was quiet for a while.

very quiet.

well, what were you supposed to say now?

the silence was deafening and very, very uncomfortable to you. normally you were okay with a quiet atmosphere, but it was the kind of silence that buzzed in your ears, chewed at your stomach, filled the area as if it were something solid. man, what were you supposed to say—

it was then that you realized poor quentin had fallen asleep, his face smooshed onto the generator. his cheek was now covered in grease and grime.

it made you smile—only a little. you finished repairing the generator on your own, causing quentin to wake with a start and bang his head on the pole protruding from the machine. he swore like a sailor until he realized where he was, smiling sheepishly.

“sorry, i wanted you to have your nap. you looked really tired,” you said. you also couldn’t stop admiring the dark grease on his face—it was really quite funny. and no, you weren’t going to say anything about it. it could stay there a little longer.

you spent the rest of the trial running the nurse around the whole wrecker’s yard, only suffering one injury until the end. quentin had no idea how you had been here for such little time and already knew how to outplay the nurse, one of the most difficult killers to survive against. he still didn’t know how to do it well himself, so he was thankful for you.

however, once the exit gates were opened, you found yourself in a bad spot. the nurse had caught you in an empty clearing with nowhere to hide or predict her moves, and she downed you instantly. quentin cringed hearing your agonized scream as you were hooked.

there was no way you were dying on his watch. once he was sure the nurse was gone, he gently lifted you from the hook, pulling out his medical kit to begin patching up your shoulder.

despite the pain, you had enough energy to smile at him and say, “thanks, nap boy.”

quentin feigned offense with a wry grin, pulling out some gauze. “is that all i’m going to be to you? nap boy?”

you hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “maybe you won’t be if you get me out of here.”

“that won’t be a problem," he smiled, quirking an eyebrow.

“show me the gates and then we’ll talk, nap boy.”

from then on, quentin became your go-to source for supplies and general comfort. you weren't scared of this place, but it was nice to know you had somebody who would really be there for you.

he would often fall asleep on your shoulder at the campfire--he really was a nap boy, and you would never let him live that down.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon could not tear his eyes away from you the first time you arrived in the realm. your presence was strong; he could tell you weren’t one to back away from a fight.

most of the survivors had been (rightly) confused and disoriented when they popped into the realm, but you tried to accept it quickly. you didn’t like it, in fact all you wanted was just to go home, but you came to terms with it and jumped into trials headfirst like an insane person.

that was the courageous part about you—maybe you were scared, but you did scary shit anyways. in fact, you did scary shit to spite the fear, to prove to yourself that you were strong enough to overcome it.

and leon couldn’t lie, that was cool as hell.

you had tunnel vision and didn’t pay much notice to the other survivors; you were too focused on learning about this place and getting out of trials. having gone through some real shit, being here hardly came as a surprise to you. if you were going to be here forever, what was the point in mourning? might as well just accept it and try your hardest to survive. maybe someday this sick game would end, but for now, you were prepared to fight for your life and that’s all you could really focus on.

your first trial was not the best. even though you were resourceful, you didn’t know what the objective was yet, so you weren’t sure where to start other than analyzing your surroundings. luckily for you, leon kennedy was one of your teammates.

after being downed immediately by bubba’s chainsaw and tossed onto a hook, you were amazingly resilient to the pain. leon was the one to lift you from the hook, and he took out his medkit to help patch your wound, but you flinched away from him before he could touch you.

he was puzzled. “what’s wrong?” he asked. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he wanted to help you.

you hesitated and looked him over before mumbling, “i’m fine.” and you tried to stand on your own, beginning to limp away. you didn’t want or need anyone’s help.

leon sighed, following after you. “let me help, that must hurt a lot.”

“i told you, cop, i’m fine. i don’t want your help, okay?”

leon opened his mouth to insist, but decided against it. if you didn’t want his help, then he shouldn’t butt in. that wouldn’t keep him from watching over you, though.

but then leon called after you (perhaps a little smugly), “do you even know what you’re supposed to do?”

begrudgingly, you stopped walking. no, you didn’t know what to do. “i’ll figure it out,” you said over your shoulder. and you would; you had been through enough to survive any situation thrown at you.

but maybe one pointer couldn’t hurt.

“do a generator,” he told you, giving you a cheeky grin when you turned around to look at him. he was lucky he was cute.

the first part of the trial had been rough, but after that first hook you were doing a lot better. you managed to find your own medkit from a chest, and you learned how to fix a few generators. you found it came pretty naturally, and were satisfied that you hadn’t needed anyone’s help (except leon’s. but you didn’t have to admit that yet). when the killer came near, you skillfully avoided him and stayed hidden as much as you could.

you were also pretending that you didn't notice leon hovering near you. he was not very good at being subtle; he was obviously trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. it was cute. you didn't want to ruin his fun, so you didn't say anything about it.

it wasn’t long before the gates were powered and in the process of being opened. you saw a red glowing light in the distance, and assumed that must be your destination. you put all of your remaining energy into sprinting to the exit, adrenaline pumping through your body.

but then there was a heartbeat. a heartbeat so loud it filled your head, splitting your concentration. it wasn’t your own heartbeat--it was the killer’s.

the sound of the cannibal’s chainsaw roared in your ears and pain tore through your body; you collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony. shit, that really hurt, and you weren't sure you could ever get used to it. eternity sure seemed a lot longer than you had first anticipated. would you really be here forever? doing this over and over?

biting your lip until it bled, you tried to crawl towards the gate, dragging the lower half of your body with much difficulty. it was no use, though--you hardly got anywhere, and you could already feel the killer picking you up. just like that, you were going to die? you had been so close..

but as you were being placed on bubba’s shoulder, you saw a flash of a police uniform and a blinding light, and before you knew it, you had been dropped to the ground, the exit gate looking awfully lovely and much more desirable than a meat hook. you gathered all of your strength and began limping forward, when suddenly you felt an arm firmly wrap around your waist and your own was placed around someone else’s shoulder.

leon. when you looked up at him, all he did was give you a calm smile, which you felt inclined to return. with him supporting you, the two of you made it safely to the exit and began the long traipse back to the campfire, where you would find yourself spending a lot of time together.

from then on, you always remained quite unfazed by the events of the entity’s realm—the only thing that ever made you feel weak was being around leon. he was just so cute :]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

you had never met someone so persistent in your life. from the moment the entity stole you here, steve harrington was after you, and there was next to nothing you could do about it. he sure was living up to his self-proclaimed role of babysitter.

you told him you were fine, that you didn’t need him following you around, but the asshole did it anyways.

“how cool do you think you are?” you asked him at some point, to which he simply shrugged with that stupid grin on his lips.

“i can take care of myself.” “i really don’t need you to baby me, steve.” “steve, if you don’t leave me alone i’m going to break your kneecaps.” these were all things that had come from your mouth multiple times recently. you were seriously thinking about that last one now.

you knew you could make it on your own, and you only wished he would give you a chance to prove that to him so he would leave you alone. but it was like he had attached himself to your hip, and for some reason the entity seemed to really enjoy putting you in trials with him. great.

he was a dumbass and a sweetheart, and you weren’t sure which one of those took higher priority. you knew he only meant well, but god, you wanted to be independent for once. why did he think he had to protect you so much? you arrived here after running for your fucking life, fighting off your long-time pursuer, and living in awful, ever-changing conditions. you had seen your closest friends die, right before your eyes. you didn’t need to be sheltered or coddled, but you couldn’t seem to make steve understand that, no matter how much you fought with him.

steve would literally throw himself in front of the killer for you. he clicked his flashlight in the killer’s face if they were after you, and he would swear and cuss until they chased him out of pure annoyance. it got him killed countless times, and you didn’t know whether to call him stupid or selfless. probably both.

eventually you decided to just copy him and see how it worked out. you weren’t scared, you had no reason to be. you wanted to show him you could be just as flashy as him.

as you arrived into a trial, steve right across from you (of course), you smiled to yourself. you had brought your best flashlight, and you were prepared to use it. the two of you began to work on a generator together, making light conversation as usual.

“if the killer comes here, hide. i’ll take him away.” “fuck you, steve harrington.” “sure, if you really want to.” “why don’t you ever leave me alone?” “it’s a mystery, isn’t it?” “i could punch you right now.” “but you won’t. i’m too good to look at.”

you know, the usual friendly stuff.

you purposefully connected the wrong wires, making the generator spark and sputter. “oops. oh no, the killer must be on their way,” you dead-panned. steve gave you an unamused look.

and indeed, only a few moments later, you heard the sound of the hillbilly and his chainsaw roaring in your direction. the two of you split up, and the killer’s weapon collided with the generator, making an awful screeching sound.

and that was when the chaos started.

steve began hollering and flicking his flashlight into the sky as usual, and after a moment’s hesitation, you did the same. steve looked at you in astonishment, pausing, but then he started again, even louder. you tried to outdo him.

“HEY BILLY! FUCK YOU!” you screamed, ignoring steve’s attempts to get you to stop. “COME AFTER ME, SHITHEAD!”

steve started actually yelling, just yelling, while you continued to swear meaninglessly. the poor hillbilly looked confused and overwhelmed, and eventually he couldn’t take the noise anymore--he just left, opting to find the other survivors while the two of you sorted out whatever it is you obviously had against each other.

it was dead silent now that the killer was gone, and you and steve were both out of breath. but as soon as you made eye contact, laughter bubbled up from your chest, causing you to collapse against the tree and slide to the ground. your voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

and then he was laughing too, stumbling over to plop down next to you, and your giggling started up a whole new round.

after the laughter died down, you stared at your hands, ignoring steve’s gaze on the side of your face until you couldn’t anymore.

“what?” you asked, finally looking at him. he was smiling all stupid again. “what?” you insisted, fighting off a grin of your own. you hated when he looked at you like that, because it made you want to smile back at him.

“nothing,” he said coyly, laughing again. you punched his shoulder playfully.

“c’mon harrington, when have you ever held your tongue before? spit it out.”

he nodded, that was true. so he said it. “i just like you, that’s all.”

oh. oh.

realization dawned upon your face. “is that why you always--”

“yes,” he interrupted you. “i thought it was obvious. man, you’re clueless sometimes.”

oh.

huh.

you guessed…maybe…steve harrington wasn’t that annoying. maybe.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

to say you were feisty was an understatement. frank hated your guts at first because you were so good at evading him, which he would never admit. but the thing that made him really mad was that if he ever downed you, you would kick at him and try to trip him over, like actually bruise his shins. it hurt like hell.

this lead to his decision to constantly tunnel you, and he would laugh at you while you were on the hook, too. so you hated his guts just as much as he did yours. it was a mutual guts-hating situation.

your teammates always felt bad for you, but they also thought you were a badass and knew you could handle yourself. you hadn’t told anybody where you’d come from or what had happened to you, but they knew it was something interesting. there was a reason that nothing that happened here really got to you.

sometimes things escalated even further than shin-kicking. there was one time where frank had managed to grab the back of your shirt as you tried to vault a window, and as he pulled you closer to himself, you elbowed him in the neck and squirmed out of his grasp. while he stood stunned and lost for breath, you kicked the back of his locked knee so that he fell to the ground and bonked his forehead on the wall—the classic dead leg.

this was very funny to you.

not to him.

while you ran away, laughing to yourself, frank’s anger built and built. he was tired of letting you make a fool of him, and it was time to be serious about things.

he ignored you for the rest of the trial, forming a plan in his mind. there was something he needed to do after this, so he made sure to kill everybody else to please the entity—he couldn’t get caught up, it would derail his anger train. he also didn’t feel like getting kicked in the balls or some shit, so he let you out without a problem.

frank did some brooding at the ormond lodge before he was ready to go through with his plan. and his shins really, really hurt, so susie helped him ice them before he left.

the masked killer made his way to the survivor camp rather hastily. when he arrived, he saw you pacing around, deep in thought.

so he threw a rock at you.

it was just a pebble, really. maybe it could be considered a rather large pebble, but frank insisted in his mind that it was a pebble.

“ow, what the fuck!” you cursed, rubbing your sore shoulder and looking around to find the culprit. and then your eyes laid on him.

he looked so sultry standing there at the edge of the woods, arms crossed and mask smiling, you could almost laugh at him. he acted so serious, when really, he was just an angry and misbehaving twink.

you put on your best serious face, genuinely trying not to be amused by this, and strode over to the killer.

“what do you want?” you asked confidently, mirroring his body language and crossing your arms.

frank bristled at your approach, as if trying to make himself look bigger. he wished you were scared of him like everyone else, it would really make him feel better.

“i want a truce,” he said.

you almost burst into laughter at that. a truce? what the fuck for?

he said was willing to stop tunneling and camping you if you stopped beating the shit out of him with your sticky little hands. he didn’t say it like that, but you knew that was what he meant. you, a survivor, could beat up frank, a killer, and it upset him and his little ego :(

just to humor him, you agreed. and frank nodded.

“but,” you continued, raising your eyebrows, “you have to give me something else.”

he started to say “no, no way—“ but you interrupted him: “you’re asking me to stop fighting for myself and just give in when you catch me. i think i deserve something other than just not being tunnelled.”

frank glared at you under his mask, thankful that you couldn’t see. “okay. whatever. what do you want?”

“i want to see your face.” you thought this was a good choice, something you could lord over him forever. it was surely only a win for you. his face was something private, and you would be the only survivor to know.

of course you wanted to see his face, frank thought. everyone did; they wanted to find out if he was good-looking. which, according to him, he was. if you ever asked the other members of the legion, susie was the only one to actually respond. she felt obligated to compliment him as she was basically his sister. so she would say frank is handsome in a ruggedy, jess mariano kind of way. you wondered how she knew what gilmore girls was, since that came after her time, but susie would never give away her secret.

so with a sigh, frank agreed to let you see his face. he didn’t really care, all he wanted was to stop having bruises on his shins. it was kind of miserable, and the entity never did anything to help him.

when he said that you couldn’t do it here, and you asked why the fuck not, he said it was because some other survivor might see. you decided he had a fair point, so reluctantly you let him drag you all the way to ormond.

when he took off his mask, your first thought, whether you wanted it to be or not, was “wow! he really does look like jess mariano! but with tattoos! hot!”

you were lost for words. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you sure weren’t expecting him to be that attractive.

he could tell your thoughts from the look on your face.

this had been per your request, and you were planning on this being something you could hold over his head, but the situation had turned into something that he could hold over your head.

oh dear. frank morrison now held pretty boy privilege over you.

and soon you would find out that he was going to keep tunnelling you anyways.

listen i've been watching a lot of gilmore girls and i just get jess vibes from frank, except our boy is more of a twinky idk shdjfhsf i love this guy sm

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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haikyuu boys as expecting fathers

characters: TimeSkip!Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kōtarō, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Pregnant!Reader

warnings: pregnant reader and mentions of having a baby so pls be mindful if this makes you dysphoric or if you’re not in a good headspace for it. But otherwise, it’s all fluff so I hope it makes you guys smile!

a/n: everyone around me irl is having babies so here is the result of that LOL i love cute stories about expecting families and shit. All of these are obviously with TimeSkip! characters! And none of the following gifs are mine so credits to the original creators! Hope you guys like it :)

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Tsukishima loves to tease the shit out of you, and that hasn’t really changed since you started getting bigger. But now, he’ll hide your cravings in the top shelves of the pantry so you have to make him come get it. He can’t help it, it’s that angry pouty look in your eyes - he’s so in love with you, even when you look like you’re about to murder him.

But despite him hiding everything you could possibly crave, he is an absolute sweetheart. He calls his mom every now and then to update her about you and the baby, probably asks about what she liked when she was pregnant. She tells him stories about liking to read to him and his brother, or how she enjoyed a nice bath if she was particularly sore that day. She even joked that she found it really hard to put her shoes on so typically she just wore slippers or easy to slip on shoes.

Cut to the next day, you wake up to Tsukishima reading a book of dinosaur facts to your belly. He’s not so much reading it as he is disputing and/or explaining further the facts that are written in it. He doesn’t notice you wake up while he waves away the book and states, “It’s fine. When you’re here, I’ll just bring you to my museum and I’ll show you in person. I can sneak you out of daycare, just don’t tell your mom.”

You had hoped to be able to keep your independence for longer than this, but found yourself struggling to properly put on your shoes. You huffed, muttering something to your unborn kid about how you’d hold this over their heads forever, and just waddled about with the backs of your shoes folded under your heel. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow as he noticed, waiting for you to sit down in the car before holding the door open and bending down to properly put your shoes on.

“Kei, what’re you doing?” You laughed, watching him swiftly tie up your laces. “They’re fine, they’re old shoes anyways.”

“If you wear your shoes like that, you’ll fall and hurt yourself,” he shrugged. “I can’t have you hurting the little Tsukishima just because you can’t put your shoes on.”

His expression was the same plain emotionless face as usual, but you smiled anyways because here he was, kneeling in front of you and helping you with what is supposed to be a simple task.

The day went on as usual, but you definitely weren’t prepared for your husband to call you into the bathroom and display the little bath he had drawn you with your favourite candle lit.

“Did you do something?” You asked him with narrow eyes, making him scoff.

He rolled his eyes, helping you out of your clothes gently, “Am I really such a bad husband that you think I’d have to be feeling guilty to be nice to you?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding playfully, “Yup. So what did you do?” You laugh and he just flicks your forehead before helping you into the tub.

You watch as he smirks a bit, holding your chin for a second and watching your eyes, “Well I’m the reason you got knocked up so I supposed I have to take care of you don’t I?”

He doesn’t hold that sultry teasing look on his face for too long, especially when you splash him with water, drenching every part of him you could reach 😂.

Bokuto is in a PANIC the closer you get to the due date. You once just felt a bit tired after vacuuming and the boy thought you holding your front meant you were going into early labour.

“I’VE GOT THE CAR KEYS BUT I CAN’T FIND MY WALLET!!! BABE HAVE YOU SEEN NY WALLET? I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT IT. OMG WHAT IF THEY WONT TAKE US IN. WHAT IF THERE ARE SO MANY BABIES BEING BORN WE CANT GET IN. I KNEW I SHOULD’VE TAKEN A CLASS ON BIRTHING BABIES!”

You let him run around because he honestly is so entertaining to watch while panicking. He pouts about it later, talking shit about you to your belly, “Your mom’s a big meanie. You need to be born quick so we can team up on her okay?”

“Kōtarō! Don’t you dare try to turn my baby against me!” You laughed, swatting at his head.

Man is overly prepared for any sort of situation. He already set up all the safety baby measures, like corner cushions and outlet covers, though now he’s considering locking up all the knives into a cupboard.

“Kōtarō... how am are supposed to cook like this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the lack of your sharp cooking knives.. and the butter knives.

The grown man just poured some more, “I gotta keep both my babies safe alright? I’ll cut everything for you so you don’t cut yourself.”

Except for the fact that Bokuto is definitely more accident prone than you are and has a few bandaids on his fingers now.

As an expecting dad, Bokuto found himself getting more and more teary eyed at any situation that involved a family or a baby. Whether that was just seeing kids and families play in the park that the two of you walked past sometimes, or seeing a commercial for diapers with happy bouncy babies, you would turn to see a misty-eyed Bokuto who would then turn to you and wrap you in a tight squeeze.

He was beyond excited at this point to meet your little baby - he wanted to know what they would look like. The perfect mix between the most perfect woman in the world and him, who was pretty cool thank you very much. This baby was going to be the cutest most amazing kid ever, who would definitely play a really great game of volleyball, Bokuto was sure of it.

Let’s be honest though, pregnancy is not an easy journey. Bokuto loved seeing you grow the baby but he knew that it was a difficult process for you. You were always sore and at the beginning you were always sick. And there were some days where you literally didn’t feel attractive or beautiful at all, but Bokuto would praise you as high as he always did regardless.

“You are the most perfect lady I have ever laid eyes on. The most gorgeous being to ever walk this universe!” He told you one day, pressing kisses all over your face as you laid across a couch.

“Thanks,” you tried to give him a smile - you always appreciated his compliments, even if you didn’t necessarily agree.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you with a small frown, noting your forced smile.

“I just… feel bleh. Not at all like how you’re saying I look,” you admitted with a small smile.

Bokuto’s eyes grew wide in shock, jumping over the couch to sit down on the floor next to you. He clasped your hands in his, pressing kissing to them gently as well. “I know you might not feel it… but I hope you know that I still think it. I don’t even have to force it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and that hasn’t changed even though your body is changing a bit. I don’t need you to wear the most perfect makeup or the best dress for me to think you’re gorgeous. You’re perfect just laying here in my old sweats and I’m happy that I get to come home to see you like this every day,” he grinned, touching your cheek affectionately.

You loved this man. He was so sweet to you in every way possible. But sometimes…. sometimes his sweetness just went a little too overboard. You tried to insist to him that you were pregnant but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything. Man refuses to let you do anything for yourself. No lifting boxes, no lifting anything in fear that you might hurt your back.

“Kōtarō, it’s just my purse,” you tried to point out in a laugh, trying to reach it as he held it above your head.

“Nope! Not happening. What if you hurt yourself?”

“... with my purse?”

“Ya!”

“Kōtarō, I have to go shopping for food or we won’t have anything to eat. And baby needs to eat!��

“Well I’ll come with you then!”

“You’ve got practice!”

“It’s fine, I’ll tell them I’ll practice another time! My perfect wife and baby come first,” he’d grin at you and insist on opening all the doors as you two made your way to the car. You fall in love with this man more and more every day, even if he keeps stealing things from your hands.

Ushijima is a really nervous new dad, even if you can’t really tell from his stoic expression. He listens intently to all of the parenting advice people give, bought a few books about newborns, and has hundreds of tabs on his laptop of ranging topics from baby products people insist are necessary, mommy blogs about what is important to do when pregnant, and research that he doesn’t quite understand but feels is important nonetheless.

Ushijima isn’t necessarily a man of words all the time, so you were surprised to find that he started to talk a lot more after finding out that your child could hear him.

“You don’t have to play volleyball if you don’t want to,” he told them quietly one day while the two of you were on the couch. It came so out of the blue that you actually thought he was talking to you.

“Hm?”

“... do you think they’d want to play volleyball?” He asked you sheepishly, glancing at you with a shy expression.

You thought about it for a moment and slowly started to smile, “Well they’ll be attending every single one of your games so I’m sure they’ll be at least interested in learning!”

Ushijima nodded and you watched as a soft smile graced his face. You kept your eyes on him for just a moment longer, seeing a flicker of uncertainty on him.

“Wakatoshi, don’t you dare think for one second you’ll be a bad dad,” you warned him, poking his side and making him jump from surprised.

He stared at you for a moment, blinking, “You know what I’m thinking?”

“I know that you’ve been worried about being a good dad ever since I told you I was pregnant. I know that you’re nervous about being the kind of dad you always wanted to have growing up. I know because I’m terrified of being a good mom too,” you admitted with a nervous sort of smile, interlacing your fingers together. “We’ll be okay together though.”

Ushijima nodded and hummed softly, “We’ll have to take them to France.”

“France??”

“Satori wants to meet them too. He said he would make them chocolate.”

It wouldn’t just be the baby that Satori is constantly trying to spoil, but you as well. He sends over packages of his chocolate for you to try, grinning ear to ear when you call him for a catch-up call.

“Do you like them?” Tendō asked, and you could hear him humming to himself as he moved around a kitchen.

“I love them! But you’re going to make us fat if you keep sending them! They’re much too yummy for me to stop eating!” You laughed, eyes wandering to the kitchen where you knew you still had a few bits of his chocolate left.

“No no no no. I’m just trying to make sure your baby is a cute healthy plump baby! They’ll grow nice and strong!”

It always made you smile, knowing that all these people who loved your husband wanted to love you and the baby as well. Even Ushijima’s new teammates would come by and bring snacks or anything they thought might aid you in your pregnancy. Though, Kageyama wasn’t really sure what pregnant people or babies liked, so he just brought a whole bag of the milk boxes he liked.

“You’ve got to grow big and strong so that I can defeat you in volleyball one day. I can’t defeat your dad right now… cause he’s on my team. But I’ll defeat an Ushijima one day for sure,” he muttered to your belly with a fierce intensity in your eyes that made you laugh, making his ears turn red as he realized that you also heard him (Kageyama, the baby is attached to her, of course she heard you lol).

As it neared your due date, Ushijima prepared himself mentally every passing day. He wanted to be 110% ready so he went over your birthing plan mentally at least 10 times a day and reread over all the articles and information he had gathered over the months. He wanted to be the best father possible, but you insisted to him that you weren’t worried about this at all. After all, he was already the best husband you could ever have asked for.

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toxicbubblegum212 · 3 years

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Maze runner ~When the boys compete for you~

Minho: " Hey feel free to touch my biceps, their really strong. " *Minho flexes Biceps*

Headcanons

- Minho would act cool but still be very flirtatious.

- It doesn't matter where you are or who you are with.

- Some Gladers say he's all over you or he's being a try hard.

- Don't be surprised if Minho take his shirt off whilst in your presents.

- He wont force you into anything but he will defiantly try to tempt you too.

- Minho would also stand quite close to you. His chin would either rest on your head or your shoulder.

- At the Camp fire Minho might try to some how convince you to come sit on his lap cause its "warm".

- Minho would do cute little things like pat your head, play with the ends of your hair or cut your check.

- Minho would also tease you a hell of a lot. He knows it get's him the attention he wants.

- Minho might also try and bribe you into something with kisses, cuddles and his hotness.

He would cuddle up to you like this😍🥰

- You and Minho always have good fun together no matter what.

- He will always be there to pick you up if you fall, he just wants you to be happy and he hopes it's with him.

- Minho would gradually gain the confidence to touch and play with you hands.

- When Minho holds your hands in his. He can feel how small and soft they are.

- He always thought of you as his baby flower.

Newt: "You just keep smiling beautiful cause thats all I need."

- Newt would never force anything on you unless you sexually tempt him of course.

- You and newt would do this cute thing where you would blow kisses to each other.

- Its cute seeing Newts reaction he's got cute pink rosy checks.

- Newt would also make an effort to make sure that your never uncomfortable.

- He will tell other gladers to back off. And ask you if your ok.

- Your safety is his number 1 priority.

- Newt would pick flowers for you.

- He would either stuck it behind your ear, make it into a flower crown or present them to you with a kiss to seal the deal.

These are the sunflowers in the glade that remind Newt of you ❤️

- Newt would always kiss your head/for head and sniff your hair.

- He hugs up to you nice and close on those cold nights.

- Newt would also brush and braid your hair, commenting whilst telling you all the things he loves about you.

- Newt lifts up his hoodie and lets you curl up underneath. On his bare chest. It makes he feel wanted and you feel safe.

- When it comes to other guys Newt usually gets flustered, he tries not to but he can't help it.

- It just comes with the job of being in second command.

- Newt would support you regardless of who you choose.

- Newt wants you to be happy even if its not with him.

- He knows that there are some things in life you just can't have.

Thomas: "You know I can give you the world"

- Thomas plays hard.

- Thomas as we all know is a very determined person and if wants something he will not give up easily.

- Thomas isn't afraid of competition.

- Thomas would give you anything and everything you could ever want.

- Perks of being basically the chosen one.

- Thomas would tell you about all the beautiful place he remembers and offer to take you to all them.

- Thomas would tell you about the long horse rides on the beach, where the sand and the sky a line perfectly. And the vibrant sunset that would highlight all your eyes and give you a heavenly glow.

This is the beach you would ride along together 🥰😍

- The mountains where the snow shines like diamonds, the soft snowflakes and the snowmen you could make.

The snow you would visit in spring ☃️❄️

- He would tell you about the northern lights that would dance in the sky. Saying "That just like you and me..up there."

The beauty of the moment you would share ❤️💚❤️

- He imagine's sitting in a field looking up at the sky and asking you about your dreams.

- Thomas would give you piggy back rides or pick you up in his arms and carry you home.

- Thomas would risk it all for you, cause your worth it.

- He not afraid because he has faith in you, he believes in you.

- Thomas wants to create these memories with you, he never head the chance to do the same with Newt, Chuck or Teresa.

- Thomas can see his future in your eyes.

Gally: "I just want you to be safe and the only place thats safe is in my arms."

- Gally wouldn't trust anyone being alone with you for a second.

- Gally would always put a protective arm around your shoulder.

- He would also put you into his chest when ever you upset.

- Gally will stay for as long as it take till your tears dry and you smiling once more.

- You very thankful for Gally, the boys leave you alone and you've never had any problems.

- Gally would always have you sleep next to him. Wether you like it or not.

- He would never force anything on you but he's got eyes on you 24/7. Day and night he's watching.

- He would have a got at anyone and anything that threatens you.

- You would always wear his shirts, his hoodies and anything else you can get your hands on.

- Gally expect to have at least 1 cuddle a day, if not he becomes very feisty.

- Something you always loved about him.

- Gally would carry you on his shoulders.

- He loves when you give him jump hugs right into his arms.

The hugs you share ❤️

- He would always dance with you at the bomb fire, watching your hair fly as you spin around and around.

- Time always slowed down when he was with you.

- For the first time Gally could actually be himself.

-He love you because you gave him freedom he never knew he had.

#the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner x you #tmr x reader #tmr #tmr thomas #tmr minho #tmr newt #tmr gally #fluff #maze runner fluff

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reidsnose · 3 years

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Window

overview: reader accidentally falls out of a window while having a late night talk with spencer (loosely based on the song: home by edward shapre and the magnetic zeros)

genre: angst? FLUFF

warning: blood, head injury, hospital visit, overdramatic reader thinks shes dying

a/n: i really really dont know if yall will like this but i do and i think its cute so please lmk what u think ab it :)

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Spencer knew it wasn't the safest thing in the world. you did too. but something about sitting on the outside window ledge together, talking and laughing, was far too tempting of an offer to pass up. and besides, it was just over 6 feet off of the ground! whats the worst that could happen?

and so you sat, shoulders smushed together so you could both fit. a blanket wrapped around you both, keeping the cool night air locked out. however, you were so close together (and so flushed) that even without the blanket you'd both still be warm.

you adored nights like this with him, thinking to yourself how you got lucky enough to call him your best friend. to anyone else, it was obvious you two were deeply yet obliviously, painfully in love. you watched as he retold a memory he had of the two of you, eyes widening and hands peeking through the blanket to gesture wildly with each sentence. though you were listening to the story, growing more and more fond of the memory now that it was being told from his perspective, you couldn't help but be distracted by him. his essence. his being. he was...intoxicating.

and then he cut to the punch line and looked to you for a reaction, watching beauty radiate from you as you threw your head back and laughed. he didn't even realize how funny it was until he saw how hard you were laughing. and then you snorted, which of course caused you to laugh more. with tears nearly coming out of your eyes, you wrapped your hands around your aching stomach, trying to control your laughter and completely forgetting that you needed your hands to keep you balanced on the window.

he took you in, a tranquility like no other filling his heart.

and then it happen.

in slow motion he watched you lose your balance, unable to catch his grasp as you fell towards the ground outside. fear coursed through his veins as he tried to calculate every possible out come. and then suddenly time was back to normal, and you were on the floor, a fresh cut on your head.

without missing a beat he jumped out after you, landing far more gracefully than you had.

you felt him lift your head into his lap, barely hearing his muffled words. you nodded when he asked if you could hear him for the fourth time. and then you felt some blood trickle down your face. and you did not do well with seeing your own blood.

that was it. you were gonna die. you never told him how you felt and you were going to die. you could even feel death pulling on your eyelids.

in reality, you had landed on your hip and your head hit a pointy rock. it felt like hell but medically you would be just fine. it looked a lot worse than it actually was, head injuries produce far more blood than other body parts.

spencer knew this as he peeled the cardigan off of his shoulders, bunching it up and applying pressure to your wound.

he picked you up bridal style, trying hard to cradle your head at the same time. he was beyond relieved at how relatively minor this was going to be. you would heal, and you would be ok. he got to his car and gently placed you in the passenger seat before running to the drivers side and taking off as fast as he possible could.

"Spencer," you rasped.

"don't talk very much right now. don't worry i'm going to get you to the hospital just stay awake for me you've probably got a concussion." he explained, looking over worriedly.

"im going to die." you told him, your brain feeling foggy from seeing your own blood.

"no you wont. i promise you wont die."

you went on telling him again and again how you would die and how the team shouldn't cry for you. and he patiently explained every time that you would be ok. and as he carried you into the ER you took one look at the cardigan that had rested against your forehead and convinced yourself 110% that you were on your death bed.

so it was now or never.

"Spencer before i die i want you to know that i love you. i always have. i just had to get it off my chest before i left this world with you still in it." you blurted as the doctors began to take you away.

he stood there, mouth agape at your confession.

"she is not going to die." one of the doctors reassured Spencer before turning on his heels and jogging to catch up with the rest of them.

it had to have been the loss of blood. or maybe a concussion fogged your thinking. or maybe he's in shock and he's hearing things. because there is no possible way that that just happened.

and so he sat in the waiting room for nearly an hour while they stitched up your head, nervously tapping his foot to match the pace of his racing thoughts.

he was thinking through every single moment the two of you had ever shared, wondering if-hoping that there was some truth to your confession, when they called out your name. he shot up faster than he ever had before, even getting a little light headed at the sudden quick stance.

he walked in to see you sitting up, drinking some apple juice that the nurses had brought you. and even then, in a hospital bed with half a dozen stitches in your forehead, you looked more beautiful than ever. he was astonished. absolutely astonished at just how radiant you were. your eyes twinkles as you smiled at him.

"so false alarm.. i didnt die." you joked, trying to hide your embarrassment, handing him a hospital issued jello.

"im so glad youre ok. you know i told you from the start we shouldnt have sat on the window," he chuckled, eyes feeling teary for a reason unknown to him.

"i know i know, you're always right." you giggled a little before wincing in pain from it.

his hand came up and lightly brushed your hair back, soothing you so much your eyes immediately fluttered closed. he had to bring it up, he had to know.

"did you mean it?" he asked.

you tried to control your heart rate while you played it dumb, "well yeah i really did think i was going to die."

"thats not what i meant."

"i know." you admitted. "yes. i meant it. i still mean it and if thats weird for you and you want to leave i completely understand-"

he cut you off by pressing his lips to your own, soft but passionate, tasting of jello.

it was a better profession of love than any speech he could try to make. because regardless of how many big words he used, it wouldn't be enough. not to mention that being around you makes his brain turn into mush, rendering it completely useless.

your heart rate monitor started going absolutely wild, beeping quickly and erratically. you both started laughing into the kiss, reluctantly pulling away. euphoria coursed through your veins, two lovesick bozos in the hospital.

you two talked for a little, buzzed from the kiss., smiling like a couple of idiots. but you were happy. sitting in the hospital with a cracked open head and you were still happy. because Spencer was there. and he makes you happy.

after talking to the doctor and a phone call with hotch, you were told to take two weeks off of work. spencer insisted that he go home early every day so he can come over and take care of you. and that was fiinnneee by you.

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aestheticimaginesandaus · 3 years

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Can you do one where Y/n has a baby and she finds Colson talking to the baby at the middle of the night or something like that please??

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!! Here it is. I hope this is what you wanted. I don’t know if this is any good BUT I tried. I honestly love this request. I almost cried writing it. It kinda took a sad turn and I’m very sorry for that.

Summary: Y/N finds Colson being soft and sweet with their baby

Warnings: Soft Colson Baker, EMOTIONAL COLSON BAKER, FLUFFY FLUF, May or may not rot your teeth

I wake up in the middle of the night and turn over. I panic when I realize Colson isn’t next to me. I walk down the hallway and stop when I hear Colson talking to someone. “And your mommy jumped like 10 feet in air when that Clown touched her shoulder.” He laughed. God his laugh is the cutest thing in the world. I walk in to door way and see Colson talking to our daughter. “She gets scared so easy. It’s cute though. She gets jumpy over everything.” I laugh to myself. “You get those big beautiful eyes from her.” He says more to himself. He sits there in silence, looking into her eyes. He realizes his eyes starting to get teary. He had never been one to settle down with someone. He never thought he’d have another kid. Yet here he is, sitting in a nursery with his baby girl. “I promise, I will be better for you and mommy and Casie.” My eyes start tearing up. “You have no idea how much I love you, little girl.”

Colson has been trying to be better for his family. He’s older now and he’s decided that it’s time to step up and be there for his daughters and his fiancé. He had proposed while we were out on date night. The night I also told him I was pregnant. He was over the moon when he heard the news. “A fresh start.” He said. “I know I’m not the perfect dad. But I’m trying. I want to be better. I don’t want to loose you or mommy.” He strokes her face. He softly pinches her cheek and she giggles. He smiles. He will never get over the sound of his baby girl laughing. He melts when she looks him in the eyes and smiles.

“Colson.” I whisper. He looks at me, tears threatening to fall. “Colson, what’s wrong?” I ask as I sit next to him on the small love seat in the nursery. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. I don’t want to mess this up for us.” I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “You wont, baby.” I told him. He smiles and gently sets the baby back in crib, pulling her baby blanket over her tiny body. “I love you so much baby girl.” He tells her. We walk back to the bedroom and get in bed. I lay my head on his chest and he rubs my back. “I love you.” He says groggily. “I love you too.”

#mgk imagine #colson baker #mgk x reader #colson x reader #colson imagine #machine gun kelly #mgk aesthetic #mgk x y/n

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skellebonez · 3 years

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SO, remember that thing you wrote a while back, about Monkey King and Mk time traveling back to the JTTW time period?

Link to said thing: https://skellebonez.tumblr.com/post/647766968590581760/18-for-present-wukong-and-mk-to-accidentally-time

THIS? RIGHT WELL, I HAVE HAD IT OPEN IN MY TABS FOR A REALLY LONG TIME AND WOULD LIKE TO GIVE YOU AN OPENING TO CONTINUE WITH IT IF YOU'D LIKE: PROMPTS 34 and 41

So. Time travel is funky. This is set post-Special, immediately pre-season 2. But has spoilers for events up to S2E7. For reasons. Side bar: sometimes time travel comes with some fun side effects. Fun for the viewer. Less fun for the people experiencing them.

Truth be told, I forgot they were even here./Can you teach me how to do that?

"Won't this cause some kind of... I-I dunno, time paradox?" MK asked in a harsh whisper as they followed the traveling group at the back of the line. "Or is this gonna be some kind of 'you changed one thing and now two timelines exist' kind of deal?"

"I genuinely have no idea," Wukong said with a sigh, digging at the uncomfortable but familiar feeling in his ear and trying to keep his voice down as much as possible. He was honestly surprised that it had taken MK this long to ask this particular question, but then again... they had other things to worry about. "I don't remember this, but that may not even matter. I've around for centuries, Bud, but even I have no idea how thing works for us."

"That is not a comforting sentence."

It had been a little over two days since the mentor and student had found themselves thrown backwards in time a few centuries away from home. And Sun Wukong could tell that MK was starting to get more and more frustrated as time had gone on. To be fair, they had made little progress. And there was... another reason... multiple other reasons. But most importantly, there wasn't exactly a power source they could plug the machine into that would give them enough juice to send them home, at least not unless they chance by a demon with lightning powers that Wukong didn't remember. No, instead they had to wait until they hit a storm.

One that was more than another two days walk away.

The young man did his best to not let it show, however. Most likely because of who they were traveling with.

His younger self lead the group, pointedly not looking back at them and keeping a watchful eye for demons that the elder Wukong knew would not come. He dared not bring this knowledge up, though, not knowing if MK had a point about that paradox. He didn't seem to trust the completely, but there was someone else he trusted.

Behind him was his former Master. The monk Tripitaka, Tang Sanzang himself, on the back of the horse formed dragon Bai Long Ma. Bai Long Ma had said nothing, as they were wont to do, and seemed to mostly ignore the two of them unless they were loud. Mast- Sanzang. He had insisted that the elder Wukong and MK call him Sanzang. Probably to help differentiate who was speaking to him if he could not see the two immortal monkeys, and also because MK kept trying to figure out which title to use for the monk and he took pity on him. Sanzang, after a hour's long explanation and from proof via MK's phone and knowledge of past adventures none should know of (and one very interesting game of staff trading between the two monkeys for a moment where the younger Wukong realized it was indeed the same staff).

Sanzang had not mentioned his crying when they met. Neither had his younger self. Or MK.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing took up the rear. Wujing had not said much to the two of them, but he was nice enough. Suspicious of them, but nice. He put more faith in Sanzang and younger Wukong (perhaps he should call him something else in his head) than his companion.

Bajie didn't trust them as far as he could throw them, that was clear from the way he kept glancing back at the duo with daggers in his eyes. He was immediately unhappy with their new travel companions and... Wukong realized with a sad jolt that he actually missed that. At the time he only found Bajie's contrary nature to his own to be frustrating but now... now he hadn't heard that in 500 years and he could see that while it may have been misguided at times (many times) it was born of a sense of self preservation and a want to protest Sanzang.

Even if he contradicted himself at times as well.

"You two doing ok back there, older me and Kid?" Younger Wukong called back suddenly.

"Yup, just. Hanging." MK yelled back, tone as terse and done as it had been for the last day. "Not like I can do anything else." The second bit was muttered under his breathe, most likely in the hopes even his mentor couldn't hear him. He was wrong.

Wukong felt... bad. Because he was the primary source of this rotten mood.

The staff digging into his ear for the first time in centuries was a reminder of that. An agreement between himself and his student to not bring up any undue suspicion and questions that would take time they may not have to get back home. They'd agreed that the group would also call him Kid, since MK wasn't as fond of the others calling him Bud for some reason, and the name was just... a smidgen to close to Monkey King to not raise similar questions. It was also a reminder that Wukong had let slip in a follow up conversation, away from prying ears, about why this may or may not be really necessary that he had planned to leave the next day in present time.

MK hadn't been happy since. Not with him at least.

"Bajie, remember to ask them how they are doing from time to time. Please?" Sanzang insisted in front of them.

"Truth be told, I forgot they were even here," Bajie lied.

Bajie glowered down at Wukong, throwing the fruit and wrapped rice packages in his general direction and not caring whether he caught it or not. There was a soft and disappointed cry of his name from Sanzang from the other side of the camp.

"Master and the stupid Monkey may trust you," he snorted, ignoring the call and looking between Wukong and MK. "But I don't. If you even so much as set one little toe out of like I will re-"

"Rend our souls asunder with your mighty 9 Toothed Rake, yeah," MK sighed as he used some of the water from his cup to wash the berries thrown at him. "You're Zhu Ganglie, Zhu Bajie, Tiānpéng Yuánshuài, commander-in-chief of 80,000 Heavenly Navy Soldiers. You will kick our asses. We know."

For a whole second Zhu Bajie looked genuinely surprised and... kind of impressed.

Then he scoffed again and made his way back to the group of five and watched them from the edges of his vision with less suspicion and more curiosity than before.

"Mei was right when she said he was kind of like Pigsy," MK noted, popping a berry into his mouth.

"When was that?" Wukong asked, doing much the same.

His student froze, looking down at his hands for a moment as if trying to remember something. "... not important. Let's just eat and get some rest, like Sanzang told us to."

It didn't take a Great Sage to realize something was wrong.

Wukong said nothing.

"Kid, we told you to stay back with Master!" Wujing shouted as MK peaked his head around the rock he and the monk were taking shelter behind.

"I know!" MK snapped, growling as he ducked back down and presumably curled in on himself. "ARGH I feel useless!"

Wukong winced at his tone, feeling bad. MK wasn't useless, to be fair, but without his staff and no backup weapons he was fighting up a creek without a paddle as it were.

"You're not useless, and you're protecting Tripitaka!" He shouted, letting out a yelp as he narrowly avoided a hit from a demon that should not even be here. Or, some kind of time anomaly mockery of a large demon. An enormous smoke or shadow creature that was far too familiar for his own liking. Not the same, something possibly cobbled together from time itself.

"Wow, uh, future me you're not doing so hot!" Younger Wukong said with a raise of his eyebrow as he blocked a strike with much more ease. "Aren't I supposed to get better with age? Like a handsome fine wine?"

"I'm a bit RUSTY ok!?" He snapped, slicing off one of the shadow creature's cloth tassels to watch it flicker away. "Haven't been many demons to fight!"

He heard a scoff from behind the rock before he felt the giant fist punch him into it. And through it. A Wukong sized hole between student and old master. He realized too late that he had lost his grip on his staff as it flew into the air above them.

"Alright, that's enough!"MK shouted, and before Wukong could even move to stop him the Monkie Kid had jumped into the rock and reached up.

"KID DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH!?" Bajie shouted in horror as he made to rush back and tackle him out of the way. He hadn't moved fast enough either.

None of them had, before MK caught the staff as if it was as light as a feather and twirled it around himself before extending it and launching himself at the shadow creature with a scream of rage and frustration and landing what would have been the killing blow had it not clearly been something not living in the first place.

It dissipated much as the piece cut off before it did, leaving MK to... give a confused yelp and fall into a heap on the ground. The staff fell to his side as he clutched his head and yelled in pain from a source Wukong could not see.

"Kid!" Wukong screamed, moving faster than he had during the entire fight to his student's side. "Kid, shit, MK! What happened?"

"MK?" Sanzang and his younger self asked softly in tandem as Wujing and Bajie watched on, all moving closer. But not too close, giving the two room to move.

MK didn't answer. He sat up, holding his head in his hands as he breathed deeply and tried to keep from screaming again before everything just... stopped.

His sat on his knees, hand hanging limply at his sides as his true sight shone in his eyes and he looked on forward blankly.

"What's... who is he?" Younger Wukong asked slowly as he turned to his older self. "What is he?"

"The Hero and the Warrior were like the Sun and the Moon..." MK muttered softly all of a sudden, just loud enough for the group surrounding him. His voice was slurred, almost like he was in a trance. "Their light a protective glow shining upon the world..."

"MK, where did you-" Wukong tried to ask instead of answering his younger self as he slowly stepped forward, cautiously, but MK continued on as if he had not heard him at all.

"Together there was nothing that could stop the two of them. Either in the Celestial Realms... or on Earth. As time went on, the Hero attained power beyond comprehension. As the Hero's light grew so too did his shadow and soon the Warrior was cast in that shadow. In the darkness, the Warrior was forgotten by the Hero..."

MK immediately slumped forward as he fell unconscious.

"MK!"

"His name is MK... and he's the Monkie Kid... My successor," Wukong finished as he laid a fresh cold wet cloth over his student's forehead. After he had collapsed it became obvious something was seriously wrong with MK, high fever burning him up quickly. They were only just close enough to a town for him to grab him and the staff and rush off with barely a shouted back explanation of "find us at the inn" to the rest of their group. "We thought that... keeping that a secret might prevent any kind of... weird time travel... stuff."

Wukong sighed. His explanation was weak even to his own ears. Excuses. Ways to make things easier for him.

He felt worse than he had just the day before.

His student laid unconscious still, fever burning even after the medicine from the town doctor had been given to him with water carefully. The only thing Wukong could think of was the staff. MK wasn't invincible like he was, maybe contact with it had caused a reaction from the time travel that couldn't affect the immortal.

"Why would you need a successor, Wukong?" Sanzang asked after they sat in silence for a moment.

Bajie handed Wukong the mortar and pestle he had been working with to prepare more medicine, something to add to tea when MK woke up. The pig demon had not questioned him once since they arrived, only grabbed what Wukong was trying to mix poorly himself and listened.

Bai Long Ma had changed into a human form, one he had rarely seen, and sat beside Wujing. They both also listened.

His younger self looked at MK in a mix of wonder and confusion and horror and Wukong could not blame him. The idea of a successor... he must have known himself what that meant even if no one else did.

"I hope I don't have to tell you," he said softly. He didn't look away from MK, even as Sanzang laid a comforting hand on his back. "And I don't want to risk what telling you might do..."

No one questioned him after that.

When Bajie prepared the next bowl of medicine for MK, Wukong took a chance he never had with the demon he once considered like his brother.

"Can you teach me how to do that? Properly?"

Bajie did.

"Monkey King?" Came the hoarse rasp of MK's voice ringing through the room, and Wukong shot up from where he was watching the stars in an instant.

"I'm here, MK," He said softly, still soft, not wanting to hurt his student in case hie head ached. "How do you feel?"

"Dead, but only from the neck up," MK groaned out, and Wukong let out a relieved sigh. He wasn't sick enough to not joke around at least. "Where are we?"

"The town we need to be in," Wukong answered, quickly working on adding the medicine into some now (sadly) cold tea. He had hoped MK would wake much sooner. "Storm is tonight... you've been asleep for a whole day. Hopefully getting you home with this medicine in you will make you feel better, you uh... you weren't doing so great before-"

"What happened to Macaque?" MK asked suddenly, looking for all the world like he had no idea why he would even ask that question to begin with. "Not the battle your younger you had. Before that. In the story. Sun and Moon. Please, I... I want to know. Just... just tell me something, for once."

Wukong froze, fur bristling and stiff and this was not the conversation he wanted to have with his student right now. This is not the conversation he should be able to physically have with his student right now because MK should have no way of knowing anything like this at all. But he had. He'd recited the story he'd heard before word for word from... Macaque.

This was not the time for easy outs. Not anymore.

"I've made a lot of mistake, MK," He started, lifting his student's head onto his lap to help him sit up for the drink. "And a lot of them are ones I didn't think you would have to know about. But Macaque... it's complicated, I know that now. I didn't back then."

MK sipped the tea but said nothing, only made a face at the taste of the medicine.

"We were friends, once. Back on Mount Huaguo before I went to the Celestial Realm, he became immortal in... other ways to my own. I was trapped for 500 years under a mountain without him, no one came to see me so... I guess he was never able to find me. Or he waited thinking I would eventually come back," Wukong tried not to think about how that meant he could have had trust in his friend and not for other reasons he had assumed for so long. "You know the story of the White Bone Spirit from our journey? How Bajie got me banished?"

Wukong couldn't help but chuckle. Oh, he'd been so mad at Bajie for so long for that. He still was, in many ways. But given what happened to him later on in the journey Wukong couldn't hold a grudge.

"Yeah you-" MK coughed a little, probably from not talking for a whole day and a sore throat. "You went back to Mount Huaguo."

"And to Macaque," Wukong continued. "For the first time in 500 years."

"I bet he was angry."

"No..." Wukong disagreed, shaking his head and thinking back. "No, he... wasn't. Not at first. He was ecstatic I came back. The Hero and Warrior of Mount Huaguo back together again, just like old times. But it wasn't like old times. I was already different, I knew how I treated others including the monkeys on my mountain hadn't been the best. And when Bajie came to bring me back... I couldn't help but wanting to leave back to the journey. Part of it was to get the fillet off, but part of it was because... I realized I cared for the others. I wanted to see the journey through with them."

"Macaque thought you were abandoning him," MK said after a moment, eyes widening. "That's why he took on your identity. He wanted... revenge? For you to have no reason to leave again?"

"I think he just wanted what we used to have," Wukong said with a frown. "I've been running from him for so long... over another 500 years. I've made so many mistakes in my life MK, but I think not trying to get him to come with us or trying to properly explain what I was doing... may have been the worst."

"... The warrior was never forgotten by the Hero after all," MK said softly before drifting back to sleep.

"No," Wukong agreed, though he knew he was not heard. "No, the Hero never forgot. The Hero never will, not completely. Even if it hurts."

The storm came on schedule. The machine was charged.

Over the day they came back their memories of the trip back in time faded into a distant thought, one that both mentor and student soon forgot to fear the loss of.

By the next day they had forgotten. Time had fixed itself.

But not completely.

The Hero never forgot completely, after all. There was something telling him in the back of his mind to check more on his student. He remembered a hand on his back that should not have been there. He knew how to mix something he never had before.

Neither did the Warrior, uninvolved in this adventure as he may be. He had plans.

And the one between them, with no title to himself, didn't completely forget either. He recalled feeling warm and safe. His head was on someone's lap. There were berries and someone not unlike one of his father figures.

The memories of what happened lingered, quiet, uncalled but emotions still there.

A short time later the one between felt that a play he went to was strangely familiar to him and needed to rush out before his head began to ache in memories he didn't recall.

"So um... what happened to him? The Warrior?"

The answer was somewhere in the back of his mind. If only he could remember.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #spoilers #gen fic #time travel fic #mk #qi xiaotian #sun wukong #monkey king #six eared macaque #(mentioned)#Tripitaka #tang sanzang #zhu bajie #sha wujing #bai long ma #prompt fill #LONG AS HELL

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