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totalswag · 3 months

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Drew Starkey and actress!reader are dating for a long time now, he's invited to be present at the premiere of the film where his girlfriend and Jacob Elordi are part of the cast. Drew gets kinda jealous of the chemistry between them, during the scenes of the film, the interviews, the fans who ship them...even he knows they're just a good working duo and he's a good guy...

(Also it's a bit similar to how reader felt between Drew and Odessa cause they're very close each other, except that with Jacob it's much more faithful than they are...)

Can you write this please 🙏

jealousy jealously - DREW STARKEY

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summary you are staring in a movie alongside jacob elordi. your boyfriend of two years, drew starkey, gets a little jealous of the chemistry between jacob and you even though he knows you two are good working partners.

warnings jealousy, kissing, acting, mentions of sex

Tonight is the red carpet premiere of your new movie, which will be released in theaters all around the world tomorrow. You are one of the main characters in the movie, and your co-star, Jacob Eldori, another main character and love interest.

You can't wait till tonight since the movie has been the talk of the town for months. The actors and fans are thrilled that the film will be released tomorrow. You and the cast are seeing it tonight, and we can't wait to see how it turns out.

Everyone is welcome to bring a guest. Drew Starkey, your two-year boyfriend, will be your plus one for the premiere. He is also an actor, well known for his role as Rafe Cameron in the Netflix series Outer Banks. He was so happy when you invited him.

The outfit you have on tonight is a lovely long black dress that falls to your feet and is complemented by black high heels with sparkle. Your makeup artist and you settled on a more natural look that will make your eyes stand out more. The hair is curled.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," Drew said, holding your hand and lightly squeezing it as you two came to a complete stop in the SUV.

Your heart melted hearing those words, “thank you bubs, I love you so much,” smiling up at him.

“I love you more though,” he playfully argues back, grinning.

The entire cast was already getting their pictures taken on the red carpet along with other well-known celebrities. You can tell how crowded it is outside just by gazing out the window.

When you first went onto the carpet, you took a few solo photos before moving on to photos with Drew. The paparazzi's lights flashed back and forth, calling your name and uttering weird things in order to get you to turn in their direction.

The film's director and producer requested everyone to gather for a group photo for the paparazzi. Seeing everyone was the icing on the cake for you. Promoting the movie with them was a blast. It's a joy to be able to collaborate with such talented actors too.

Jacob approached you when you were talking with your manager, Britney, about giving a couple of interviews, engaging with fans, taking a group cast photo, and then stepping into the venue. Drew was next to you, his right hand on your lower back, but drew you closer when Jacob approached.

Drew's body tenseens as he holds you tight. You place your hand on his free hand, gently stroking it with your thumb to reassure him. The only reason he acts this way is because he sees how Jacob looks at you when he knows you are with Drew.

“You are okay, don’t worry” you whispered so only Drew can hear.

“You have nothing to worry about baby,”

Drew feels the same way about Jacob as you did about Drew and Odessa when they began filming Helrasier. The opening scene of the movie made you uneasy since your partner was having sex with someone who wasn't you, but it wasn't real, just acting. Reading how many fans shipped them when they found out Drew and you were together.

You understand why he’s feeling this way. It’s not a good feeling to feel. Both of you have been in the acting business for a few years now and know everything’s professional.

Jacob knows his boundaries and only sees you as a friend.

As you saw the two tall guys in front of you shake hands, Jacob was asking about how things were going in Outer Banks season four filming. Drew will keep things professional no matter what, and he will keep his sentiments within you.

Jacob leaned in for an embrace, "have you spoken to any interviews yet?" he asks, pointing back with his thumb. "No, not yet, but will be soon, you?" you respond.

"No, not yet, but I heard they're asking some good questions and some that are questionable," he says hesitantly when questioned about the specific questions that may be asked.

You three had a lovely talk until Britney informed you that it was time for the interviews. You spoke with five different interviewers, and during those interviews, some of them questioned Jacobs and your friendship because the chemistry between you two is strong, talked about the film and how excited you are for everyone to see it, what it's like working with the cast, and, of course, Drew.

"One question I have to ask because fans have been begging me to specifically mention this to you," the interviewer laughs, catching you off guard by the first part of her sentence, "will you be appearing on your boyfriend's Netflix series, Outer Banks?" You couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Ahh, you are not the first person to ask me this question today," you add, adjusting your hair, "I guess you would have to wait and see if I’m on the show or not this upcoming season” shrugging your shoulders with a grin.

Everyone in the theater room was waiting for the movie to begin. The director stood next to the screen giving a small speech about the movie. Drew sat next to you, his left hand resting on your thigh and gently rubbing it with his thumb.

"Before the movie begins, I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you and everything you have accomplished to get to where you are now, baby." Drew whispers in your ear, then kisses your cheek a few times.

You felt your face get red from his compliment. Drew told you multiple times this week how proud he is of you. Both of you have been so supportive of each other since before you got in a relationship.

“I love you bubs” you smile before kissing his lips.

When the lights dimmed down everyone cheered with excitement.

When you landed the part and read the script, you told Drew about the two parts in the movie where your character and Jacobs' character have sex. As a result, he was already prepared for these scenes in the film.

The movie has been great, everything you thought. You are so proud of your hard work and everyone else’s hard work that was put into this movie. Once the lights turned on, everyone around started cheering and clapping.

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actiniumwrites · 2 years

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𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 [𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎]

synopsis: they ignore you after an argument

characters: childe, ayato x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationships, mentions of injuries/ burns in childe’s

notes: since the other one did so well, i decided to make a part two. i was originally going to add dainsleif but these were both over 1k words each, so if i do another part he’ll probably be in it

part 1 (scaramouche, yelan), part three (xiao and heizou), part four (kaeya and alhaitham)

Childe:

You and Childe had been dating for quite awhile and were friends for even longer before you made it official.

And while you weren’t a part of the Fatui, you respected his work and stayed out of it…for the most part, anyway.

Recently, he had been coming home more and more injured each night and you were growing increasingly worried about him and his job. You loved and respected him, but you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t getting upset about his work.

When you finally brought your worries up to him, he blew up on you telling you things like “You need to stay out of my work life,” “What happens to me doesn’t concern you,” and “You could never understand.”

Admittedly, it probably wasn’t the best time seeing as he had just had a really rough week, but you knew it was better sooner than later. The last thing you wanted was for your boyfriend to leave for work one day and not come back home because he got killed.

After a long period of yelling back and forth and getting no where with each other, he stormed out of your shared home without a word and left you standing alone in your house.

Whenever you and Childe had an argument, it wasn’t uncommon for him to go out and train or practice sparring to blow off some steam. So, you let him do his thing and decided that he would probably just come back later and you guys could talk it out like the responsible adults you were.

Much to your dismay, Childe never did return and apologize like he normally would. Because, while he did come back, he didn’t utter a word to you. He merely brushed you off when you asked if you could talk to him and went into your shared bedroom and locked the door. Of course, you had tried knocking a few times to see if he would come out, but it was to no avail.

This went on for the following few days as well.

He would come home and hang his stuff up and then return to his work or to train outside, not even sparing you a glance. Even when you tried to talk to him, he would just stare ahead with a smug smile on his face as if he was mocking you.

Though, it eventually became crystal clear that he was, in fact, mocking and ignoring you. When you made dinner, he would push it away and cook his own. When you would try to snuggle up to him at night because it was too cold, he’d lightly push you off and scoot closer to his own side of the bed.

Even when you had a rough day and wanted nothing more than to have him hold you, he would return that same smug smile and ignore you. And if you tried to talk to him, he would make sure your shoulders bumped as he walked past you to really rub in the fact that he wasn’t going to listen to you.

Today in particular, you were becoming quite frustrated with him. When you had woken up, he was getting ready for work. He even made sure to flash his bandages at you since he knew how worked up you had gotten about them. You even saw the way he nearly laughed at your frown. But all you did was shove down your anger and turn away from him.

Instead, you decided to go pick up groceries for the week and run a few other errands to de-stress. And when you returned home, you decided you would make yourself your favorite food. It’s not like Childe liked it anyway, so there was at least one bonus to him not eating your food.

You put away your groceries and got to cooking. It was going pretty well, though the thought of your argument was still lingering in the back of your mind. Somewhere amidst your cooking, Childe had returned home which brought the argument to the forefront of your mind.

How long was he going to continue ignoring you? It’s not like the argument was your fault anyway. No one could blame you for looking out for your boyfriend’s safety, after all, it was out of love.

Suddenly, a painful burning sensation spread across your hand and a loud scream escaped your mouth followed by a string of curses. The tears that had been unknowingly building up in your eyes had now escaped and flowed down your face as you grasped your hand tightly.

At some point when you were lost in thought, you had accidentally grabbed the burning hot handle of a metal pan and burned your hand. You didn’t even notice the worried Childe now bent down on the floor in front of you asking what happened.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you up to the sink, turning on some cold water and carefully placing your hand underneath it before rushing off to find some first aid supplies. Once your crying had ceased and your hand was taken care of, he sat you down on the couch while he grabbed you some water.

He glanced around the room as you downed your water, now feeling quite awkward at the silence, contrary to how he was acting the rest of the week. You sat the cup of water down and stared down at your bandaged up hand and away from his gaze.

You gulped down your nervousness before softly speaking, “Are you done ignoring me now?”

Though he should’ve felt it days ago, guilt rushed over Childe and he snapped his eyes toward your own with a sad look in his eyes. A sadness you felt he had no right to feel.

He opened his mouth to respond but closed it just as quick, blanking on what to say to you. He didn’t have an explanation for what he did and wasn’t sure how he could make it up to you.

You shoulders dropped and you huffed out a sigh before getting up and turning to go to your room, “Nevermind, it was pointless to ask.”

Childe stood up quickly, nearly falling over at the sound of your dejected voice, “Y/n! Wait, I-”

He grabbed your shoulder and gently turned you around, quickly embracing you in a tight hug, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored you like I did and I shouldn’t have waited till you got hurt to stop it. Please forgive me, y/n, I’m so sorry.”

You returned his embrace but pulled back to look at him, too tired to argue with him, you spoke, “Why don’t you help me finish cooking and then we can talk over dinner?”

He nodded with a warm smile. Childe was never good at apologizing, you knew that well. Yet, you couldn’t help the way your heart warmed at the way he tried for you.

Ayato:

Ayato and you had been together for a long time, having both been prominent figures in Inazuma. Naturally, the two of you got along well and eventually began dating.

You shared a similar nature of hardwork that often resulted in overworking yourself, and because of that, you guys made it a rule to keep each other in check and take care of one another.

Recently, however, Ayato was overworking himself again with marital affairs and some international stuff. So, you decided to check up on him and try to get him to take a break, even if it was just for an hour or two.

But contrary to how he would normally react, he lashed out at you and called you overbearing and annoying. He even told you that you checking up on him the way you do makes him feel even more stressed.

Stunned at his words, you silently hid your tears and trembling lip as you hurried out of his office to leave him alone.

It had only been a day since your argument, yet, Ayato was still locked up in his office. You were too nervous to knock on the door or even see him, so you tried your best to avoid him for a bit. Though, that obviously couldn’t last forever.

Your first encounter was at breakfast.

Thoma had made a big and delicious breakfast for all of you to enjoy and you were hoping it was going to give you the chance to talk to him. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t talk to you. Instead, he spoke to Ayaka the entire time and even had Thoma join you guys.

When you had asked for him to pass you the teapot, he simply side-eyed you and acted like he didn’t hear you. Ayaka and Thoma were quick to glance between the two of you with puzzled expressions. Luckily, Thoma was nice enough to grab it for you to avoid the awkwardness.

For the remainder of breakfast, you kept to yourself and ate in silence, not even looking up at everyone else.

Your next encounter with him was when you were passing by him in one of the main areas of the Estate. You had been carrying a stack of papers to bring to Ayaka when you had tripped and dropped them, allowing them to scatter across the floor.

Ayato had been walking out of his room at the same time only to witness the entire thing happen.

Normally, he would be quick to get on his own knees and help you gather the sheets of paper and make sure you were okay. However, since he was seemingly ignoring you, he merely stopped to stare down at you before walking past you and around the papers.

You just sighed and continued picking them up as he walked past, wondering why he was acting like this.

The final encounter was the same night when you guys had guests over for business. There were around ten to fifteen of them, and they weren’t people you had met before.

Usually, Ayato would have you standing close to him with an arm around your waist or have his own arm linked with yours, but tonight there was a rather unusual distance placed between the two of you. You were sure even the guests could see it.

Regardless, you tried your best to appear normal with a bright smile on your face and politely answering any questions. Unfortunately, you couldn’t help the fidgeting of your hands or the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. You just hoped the guests couldn’t see it.

It felt like they were going to be there forever as you sat distanced from Ayato. While you pretended to be paying attention to what they were saying with the occasional nod or smile, you were really just lost in thought over how to fix whatever it was that was going on between you and your boyfriend.

He was barely even acknowledging you, and it almost seemed like you weren’t even there. You didn’t even look like his partner.

Having had enough, you got up to excuse yourself to use the restroom. But on your return back to the room, you had stopped as you heard two of guests, who you recognized as being an older husband and wife, gossiping to themselves in hushed voices.

“Archons, have you seen Lord Ayato’s s/o? They don’t even look like they should be with him!” The man laughed, his wife quick to join in.

“I agree, at least it’s obvious he’s not that interested in them anyway. I give it a good few weeks before he finally breaks up with them and he marries someone actually worth his time.”

You clenched your fists and attempted to stop the tears from falling from your eyes as they continued to talk. You, on the other hand, turned around and rushed to your and Ayato’s shared bedroom.

After what you had just heard, you couldn’t be bothered to stick around for the rest of the night, especially with the new found thought of Ayato breaking up with you now plaguing your mind.

—

When twenty minutes had passed, Ayato had begun to get suspicious of where you were. Sure, he was supposed to be ignoring you, but you didn’t normally take this long and he was worried. After all, he was still your boyfriend.

His eyes darted around the room at all the guests while his mind was beginning to fill with ideas of how to kick the guests out without it becoming obvious he wanted them gone.

He gulped down his thoughts and stood up out of his seat and fixing his attire before pretending to look at what time it was on the clock, “Ah, I do sincerely apologize, but it is getting quite late. Perhaps, we can all meet another time?”

The guests looked toward the clock as well before agreeing with him and grabbing their coats and other belongings. A fake smile remained plastered on Ayato’s face as he walked the guests out and bid them a goodnight.

As soon as they were gone, his nonchalant facade dropped and he was quick to rush back inside to search for you. When he couldn’t find you anywhere, he hurried to check your shared bedroom.

When he had slid open the door, he found you curled up on the bed under the covers and lightly sniffling to yourself. Alarmed at the sight, he rushed to your side and bent down to meet your face.

You were quick to cover your face with the covers and turn over to the other side, not wanting to face him. Ayato’s shoulders dropped as he let out a sigh and walked over to the other side and sat down next to you.

Carefully removing the glove off of his hand, he gently grabbed the covers and pulled them down to see your face, “Y/n, please look at me…”

Finally looking him in the eyes, he was able to inspect your tear stained face. His heart broke at the sight and he moved closer to you, but you moved back, “What do you want, Ayato?”

“What happened?” he whispered.

“What happened is you’ve been ignoring me all day. You wouldn’t even look at me! You ignored me at breakfast, you ignored me in when I dropped those papers, and you ignored me when those guests were here!” you took a breath before staring down at the bed, “And the guests…the guests-”

“The guests..what? What did they do?”

You stared down at your hands with blurred eyes, “I heard them talking about us when I came back from the bathroom. They…they said that you were going to break up with me and that I wasn’t worthy of you.”

Ayato was quick to wrap his arms around you and bring you closer to him, “Don’t listen to them. They don’t know what they’re talking about, they don’t even understand business! I love you, y/n, and I’m sorry for ignoring you like I did. It was childish and it went too far. I didn’t mean anything I said to you, I don’t think you’re annoying or overbearing, so please don’t listen to any of that or think that you aren’t worthy of me.”

“So…you aren’t going to break up with me?”

“Archons, no. I’m never going to leave you, y/n,” Ayato reassured you, “Now, c’mon, let’s go to bed and we can talk more in the morning.”

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rs-hawk · 2 months

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Love this post by @microsff

You went to a garage sale to see what you could find. You had been working on so many projects that you were hoping to get parts for cheap, when you saw an Andrew the Android. He was sitting on a table, swinging his feel that barely scraped the ground. He was an early version. It was easy to tell by his stocky build, and the way he barely looked humanoid. Newer ones looked more human.

“How much is he?” you asked the man sitting by a lock box, pointing to Andrew.

“You don’t want that one,” the man grinned, showing off all his teeth in a way that made you frown. “It’s a weird one. Sent it up to clean my gutters in a storm, you know, testing out that ‘waterproof’ feature.”

“Uh-huh,” you said unsurely, shifting on your feet slightly.

“And it got struck by lightening. Been odd ever since. Telling me to call it ‘Andy’ and asking me questions. Didn’t think these ones of them were meant to be so annoyingly human.”

“I still want him. How much?” you insisted.

You and the man go back and forth for a bit before you finally handed him a small wad of cash. A giddy feeling fluttered in your chest as you approached him. He looked up at you, a blank look on his expressionless face.

“Hi there. I’m Y/N. I just bought you,” you explained as you offered him your hand. “I’m so excited that I found an early Andrew. You’re one of my favorite androids of all time.”

“Andy, please,” was his response. He held up his hands, no, claws, as if to apologize for not shaking yours. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You brought him home, and he settled in quickly. One day, he greeted you at the door.

“Can you make me hands?” he asked.

“Why? Your claws work better, and you can swap them out with other attachments,” you asked back as you started gathering things for the project you were working on.

“I want to pet your cat.”

“You can’t even feel her fur though.”

“But she can. And I want her to like me petting her.”

You paused, thinking for a moment. “Alright. I can build you hands.”

“I also want to learn guitar. Can you make sure I have good fingers?”

That made a grin crack your face. “Yes, I’ll make you good fingers.”

You two lived in good harmony for awhile, until one day, he showed you a book. “Why is one character being called ‘they’?”

“Oh, because they’re non-binary.”

He nodded as he went back to the book. “I think that fits me better than he.”

You nodded back at them, scrolling through your phone. “Okay.”

Another day, they come to you, holding a book with a picture of a flute. “Can you build me a mouth? And move my port?”

“You want to learn to play the flute?” you asked curiously, looking at the book, their fingers curling around the pages.

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

They took to the flute much better than the guitar, but you don’t say anything. Even when they wake you up in the middle of the night. They’re still not very good, but you enjoy hearing their progress.

Yet again, they come to you, showing you a magazine with synthetic skin and hair on an android. They don’t say anything as they hand it to you, looking down.

“Okay. I’ll take you in and let you pick everything out,” you say as you hand them back the magazine.

“Do you think I’ll really be able to feel?” they asked nervously, rolling the magazine up into a tube.

“Maybe. Why?”

They looked away, and you thought if they were human, they would have blushed. “I want to pet your cat.”

“You pet her all the time.”

“I want to be able to feel it too.”

As always, you nodded. “It’s worth a shot at least then, right?”

Andy went in many times for many more modifications on top of the ones they asked you to make for them. Over the span of months, but in a way that hit you all at once, you fell in love with them. The way they laughed. How excited they were to learn. How excited they were to just be.

“Hey, Y/N! Andy! Welcome in yous guys. I got the room set up. Andy’s got a surprise for you, Y/N. You’re gonna let Andy pick out everything as always, yeah?” the mechanic greeted the two of you as you stepped inside.

You thought it was a little odd she just kept saying “Andy” instead of “they” but you brushed it off. “Yeah Sal. It’s Andy’s body. They can do what they want.”

Andy and Sal shared a grin before you were ushered into the waiting room. A couple hours later, a dark haired woman came out, her hair styled into a neat bun on the top of her head. Her eyes were green, your favorite color. There was a softness to her face and features, as well as a stockiness to her build. She reminded you of Andy, in a way, so you returned her smile.

Sal came up behind you, gesturing to the woman. “What do you think?”

“Oh she’s lovely, perfectly stunning, but you know I’m just waiting on Andy,” you said with a frown and furrow of your brows.

“Hi Y/N,” the woman said shyly, looking down at her feet.

“Andy?”

“I mean, I guess, but I want a new name.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know yet.”

You tilted your head, looking at her curiously. “But you already know every name that there is to know.”

A sweet smile touched her lips as she walked over to you, taking your hands in hers. “I don’t know how they sound when you say them yet.”

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yourlocaltrashpandaa · 1 year

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Nostalgia Moments

various chrs. x pregnant!wife!reader

xiao, kaeya, diluc, & gorou

contains: fluff, established relationships, pregnancy, a slight bit of angst

Context: a wife and a growing family, how did they get to this point?

A/n: late night ideas. Don’t mind the misspells lol. Let me know if you guys want a part 2 w/ different genshin men

Additional Details:

H/c = hair color

E/c = eye color

D/c = daughter’s name

S/n = son’s name

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Xiao

A cool breeze made its way through Liyue as Xiao was perched on the railing on upper balcony of the Wangshu Inn. Looking out into the vast landscapes of Liyue was nothing new to Xiao as he’s been around protecting Liyue for centuries now. He let the wind blow through his hair. The adeptus looked down at his left hand as he twisted his wedding band back and forth on his finger.

He smiled to himself though he never thought that he would be married. Or get so close to someone whatsoever but that all changed when he met the Traveler, Aether and his two companions, Paimon and you. Xiao thought you were just a simple mortal though he’s seen your power.

You’ve traveled countless worlds before you came here and your appearance hasn’t changed much over the years you’ve been married, well maybe now that’s not necessarily true.

“Xiao?” The sound of your voice caught his attention as he turned to see you, in flowy dress, your hair blew in your face because of the wind then you brushed it back so you can see your loving husband.

“Y/n,” Xiao hopped off the balcony railing as he made his way over to you. “Why are you out of bed? You should be resting.” He said as he touched your pregnant belly.

You frowned, scoffing a bit. “Xiao, I’m pregnant not sick.” You said.

“You might as will be,” Xiao crossed his arms over his chest. “You shouldn’t put too much stress on yourself.” He said.

You rolled your eyes at your husband. “You know you have gotten more protective since I’ve became pregnant.” You said.

“More… Protective? How absurd.” Xiao scoffed.

“Really? You don’t believe me. Well, my dear husband I have you know that you’ve protective of me since we first met moreso when we got together. I’m not fragile, you know. I’m immortal remember.” You said.

“I know. I just… I care for you so much as well as our unborn child. That I, I don’t want anything to take you away.” Xiao placed a hand on your cheek, you did so to him in return.

“Oh, Xiao,” You smiled. “That reminded of one of the letters you sent to me before I came back to live in Liyue. You are quite the sap, my love.” You said, chuckling at your comment and kissed his cheek.

Xiao groaned. “Shut your mouth.” He said.

“Well, I’m hungry. I’m eating for two, you know. And I’m craving some almond tofu. How about you?” You asked Xiao with smile.

“Of course, darling.” Xiao replied with.

How’d did he get so lucky with you.

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Kaeya

“Papa!” A voice of a young girl echoed through the halls of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. Her hair was H/c with a stripe of blue that stood out in her bangs. Her blue eyes went well with her light tan skin as she smiled ear to ear.

“D/n! Wait for Mommy, please!” You exclaimed a bit out of breath since you are six months pregnant with your second child and because you have to keep up with a 4 year old.

“But, Mama,” D/n whined. “I want to find Papa!” She exclaimed.

You sighed a bit. “Yes, I know.” You said.

“Oh my~! What do we have here?” That voice sounded familiar.

“Auntie Lisa!” D/n exclaimed running up to the Librarian.

You smiled seeing the older woman. “Lisa,” You walked over as you watched your child giving her a hug. “It’s been awhile. It’s nice to see you.”

“It’s nice to see you too, hon. Looking for Kaeya I assume?” Lisa asked.

“Yes! As you can imagine, D/n has been running me ragged to see him.” You sighed out.

“Oh, you poor thing. Then, I should fetch your husband for you.” Lisa said.

“Thank you, Lisa.” You said with a smile.

“Are we going to see Papa now?” Your daughter asked.

“Yes. But, you have to be patient, D/n.” You said.

D/n smiled, grabbing your hand. “Okay, Mommy.” She said.

Minutes later, you saw your husband walking towards you with Lisa behind him and your daughter’s eyes sparkled as they widened when she saw him. Letting go of your hand, she over to Kaeya.

“Papa!” She exclaimed.

“Hey, my little flower,” Kaeya exclaimed picking her up into his arms and continued his way to you. “Hello, milady. How are you?” He asked kissing your cheek.

“I’m fine, exhausted but fine.” You said.

“Is it because of this troublemaker!” Kaeya said kissing his daughter’s cheek.

“Yes… She gets that from you, ya know.” You grumbled.

Kaeya frowned a bit. “Oh come now, you don’t actually think that.” He said.

“I do. And I hope our next child is nothing like you.” You teased.

“Oh. you wound me, Y/n!” Kaeya said, smirking as your daughter laughed at your husband’s antics.

A sigh was heard from Lisa. You didn’t know she was still hanging about. “You two still haven’t changed after all these years. Well, I have to get back to work, it was nice seeing you, Y/n.” Lisa said walking off and going back into the library.

“Bye, Auntie Lisa!” Your daughter said waving.

“She’s right, you know.” Kaeya said.

“Huh?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Since we first met, we started acting like married couple but now,” Kaeya looked at his wedding band with a smile. “We made it official.”

You flushed. “Stop talking, Kaeya. There’s children in the room.” You said.

“I love you too, milady.”

<===>

Diluc

“Father?”

Diluc looked up from his paperwork as his son, S/n opened the door to his study and walked up to his desk. The boy was no older than 7 and he looked identical to his father but he has his mother’s E/c eyes.

“Yes,” He answered. “What is it?” Diluc asked.

“When can I learn swordsmanship?” He asked.

S/n was very straightforward and blunt for a 7 year old and way too smart for his own good.

Diluc sighed. “You’re only seven. Maybe when you’re a little older.” He said.

“But that’s not what mother said.” S/n said.

That caught his attention. “What did your mother say?” He asked.

“That you could teach me now!” S/n said, looking very proud of himself with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face.

“Really now,” Diluc said lowly. “Is that so?

S/n flinched a bit at his father’s tone. “Ah, y-yes…” He said.

“That’s hard to believe,” Diluc said getting up from his chair. He walked away from his desk and towards the door. “Let’s go find your mother then.” He said.

S/n sighed. “Okay…” He said as he followed Diluc out of his study and to the living room.

There you sat on the couch, reading a book. You looked a bit tired yet being pregnant has taken it’s toll on you yet you weren’t prepared for what was about come next.

“Hello, darling.” Diluc’s voice took you away from your book. You looked to him and smiled that you saw S/n standing next your husband looking off to the side. You were a bit confused.

“Hello, hon. Do you need something?” You asked.

“Well, your son here told me that you said that I could train him in swordsmanship. I just wanted to confirm if it’s true or not.” Diluc said crossing his arms over his chest.

You frowned as you looked over to your son who had the audacity to hide behind his father. Oh, your father is not going to save you from your mother’s wrath, kid.

“You little fibber! I told you that you’ll have to be a little older before you can learn the sword,” You sighed. “And you go lie to your father… geez what am I going to do with you.” You said massaging your temple.

“I’m sorry, Mom…” S/n mumbled.

“I know you want to learn the sword but, you’ll have to be patient, okay. Can you do that for me?” You asked.

S/n nodded. “Yes, mom. I can do that.”

“Thank you. Why don’t you play?” You said.

“Okay.” S/n said as he walked out the living room and went up the stairs.

You looked Diluc and sighed, slouching your shoulders. “He is so much like me, it’s exhausting.” You said.

Diluc chuckled. “True. Though I find it much more charming when it comes from you.” He said.

You smiled, rolling your eyes. “I was such a troublemaker and a terrible lair when we first met, Diluc.” You said.

“That I was aware of. We didn’t get along at first but,” He paused looking to his wedding ring then back to look at you. He smiled. “I wouldn’t change anything even if our first meeting wasn’t the best. Love having you as my wife, darling.” Diluc said, taking you hand and giving it a kiss.

You blushed. “I can never get used to you talking like that, Diluc,” You said yet you smiled at him. “Let’s hope our next child is more like you.”

He chuckled at your comment. “Certainly.”

<===>

Gorou

Gorou’s life has gotten a slight bit more chaotic. The former doggie general has fought meaning unpredictable battle but the ones that are unpredictable are the ones started by his four children. It was mostly two against two, the two oldest verses the two youngest. It was always a never ending battle that Gorou could never stop, well until he brought out his secret weapon.

“Your mother will handle this when she gets back.” Gorou said.

His four children froze, ears dropping and eyes widened.

“No, Papa! Not Mom!” One exclaimed.

“Yeah. She’ll punish all of us.” Another said.

“That’s not fair!” The third one whined.

Gorou sighed. “It’s not my fault that the four of you rage war in the house over the smallest things like a toy or even food.” He said.

Pouting ensued between the four hybrid children until their ears perked as the front door opened. Their mother was home.

“Gorou, children! I’m home.” You called.

“You four wait here.” Gorou said as walked towards the front door to greet you.

“Hi, dear,” Gorou said smiling at you. “How was the doctor?” He asked.

“Hi. It was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary though I do have some news for you and the children. Where are they anyway?” You asked.

Gorou’s ears twitched and crossed his arms. “Their in the living room. They’ve been fighting over a toy all afternoon.” He said.

“Again?” You asked raising an eyebrow. “This is the fifth time this week. Those pups will never learn.” You said.

“I’m sorry,” Gorou’s ears fell back. “I try and keep the peace between them without pulling the ‘I’m getting your mother’ card.” He said.

You chuckled, cupping his face in your hands. “Aww, baby. It’s okay. I have the same trouble when you’re not here either. We’re better as a team anyway.” You said.

Gorou’s tail swished behind him as he smiled placing his hands on yours that cupped his face. “Yes, we are. That’s true but, I’m the man of the house, I should be able to care for the children when you’re gone.” Gorou said.

“Like I told you before even before we had our first kid. We’re a team, Gorou.” You said.

Gorou sighed at his stubbornness. “Right! We’re a team…” He said.

“I love you, Gorou.” You said.

His tail wagged. “I love you too.” He said as he pulled you into a sweet kiss.

“Hi, Mommy!” You and Gorou pulled away seeing your youngest daughter, D/n.

“Hello, my dear. Where are your brothers?” You asked her.

“In the living room. Why?” She asked tilting her head to the side.

“I have something to tell you all including your father. Wait for us there, okay?” You said.

“Okay!” D/n chirped happily as she skipped back to the living room.

“Come on, let’s keep them waiting.” You said to your husband, grabbing his hand.

Looking down at your hands intertwined, he saw both yours and his wedding rings. He smiled and looked back up to you. Oh yeah, he’s definitely one luck dog.

“Wait! We’re having another one!”

“Yep!”

Okay. Maybe he’s bit too lucky…

#genshin impact #genshin fandom #genshin x female reader #genshin fluff #genshin xiao #genshin kaeya #genshin diluc #genshin gorou #xiao x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #gorou x reader #female reader #fem!reader #drabble #genshin drabble #genshin drabbles

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indieyuugure · 6 months

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what would Leo do if he had the alien symbiote from Spider-Man?(if we’re going by specific examples, the Spectacular cartoon and the recent Spider-Man 2 game comes to mind lol)

You, know, funny you mention that actually, I’ve this idea for awhile now in my version that the turtles (probably some time in the space arc or something) get stuck in a situation that requires them to use a Kraang ship to make an escape. Leo is the unfortunate elected pilot and ends up getting sick with some kind of infection that makes him go nuts.

I kinda went back and forth on what type it was (as in like a virus or parasite or something of the sort) but I kinda like that idea. I thought perhaps it’s a side effect of using Kraang technology in my version, like a security measure.

I also thought some about its effect. Like it just shuts of the part of the brain that tells you not to do things while feeding it’s host violent/destructive thoughts, so in a way they’re acting out of their own free will, and there’s no fighting from the inside, any help would have to be from the outside(hence the first pictures of Donnie injecting Leo with something).

I think too, that’d mean that he does in fact remember everything in very clear detail, as unlike being drunk, it stimulates battle instincts and makes you insanely hyperactive to a self destructive extent.

Idk, just some random thoughts.

Good question! :]

#tmnt #q&a #indie tmnt #indie’s turtles #ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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derangedanomaly · 2 months

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Hi!, gotta say I love your works and I don't know if you'd reply or anything can you do our typical siren boys seeing a siren fem YN coming from the Carribean?, like a Carribean Siren or mermaid (Typically from the Bahamas), and then they just like to interact or anything

The siren Bois are; Horror, Classic, and Fell

Also I can be called anoni

Yes, hello Anoni! ^^

This is a fun request! I'd love to write some siren's!! 💕 Also- you're literally the first person to request Fell Sans!! Congratulations! (Nah, but fr, not much people show enough love for Fell.)

Masterlist

Siren Sanses x Siren F!Reader

(Classic, Horror, Fell)

BACKGROUND INFO: The Sanses are part skeleton and part siren. IN THIS, SIREN'S ARE EXTINCT, AND YOU'RE THE ONLY THREE SIREN'S ALIVE! (Counting Papyrus too, of course.)

CLASSIC:

Classic isn't your typical normal siren. He's part skeleton actually! And on top of that, him and his brother are the only siren's within the whole ocean. Which is why he looks at you curiously when he sees you swim towards him.

He's like: Who's this? A siren? Interesting... He didn't met another siren, besides his brother, until now. And It's a female too! Now his interest is fully piqued.

He carefully approaches you and calmly asks you what your name is.

That's how it started.

You two spend then the whole day swimming around the local beach.

He introduces you to his brother. (Papyrus literally had stars in his eyes when he saw you)

Is interested to know everything about you. I mean- he never met a female siren. He's curious to know if your powers work the same as his or not.

Siren's aren't supposed to be enchanted by another siren singing their captivating tunes.. yet he couldn't help his soul from beating so much it could jump out of his chest, when he heard your singing.

Maybe it was the way you looked absolutely breathtaking while you were trying to lure these pirates in, or the way you closed your eyes so you could focus on your voice more, but it was slowly killing the poor skeleton...

You went up to him almost immediately after you successfully drowned the pirates. "How did I do, Sans?" You got no response as Sans only started at you in adoration. "....Sans?" Maybe...it was fate that brought you two together..or was it something more? "You did great...Y/n." You squealed and hugged him, which made him hug you right back.

Yeah..it was definitely fate. Ain't no way he could get so lucky with someone like you to come into his life.

HORROR:

Horror was silent when he crept up behind you, following you across the ocean.

He saw you pass by him a couple hours ago, and he couldn't stop following you since. I mean- it's not everyday you get to see a female of your own species. Especially when you're considered almost extinct.

As for you- you were scared shitless. You didn't dare to turn around, so you didn't know that he was the same species as you.

Well- to cut it simple and short, you decided to grab the last of your braveness and approach him regarding his uncomfortable acts.

You stop in your ramblings when you notice that he's the same species as you....

He introduces himself to you (after an awkward staring for awhile) you followed the formalities and also introducing yourself.

You spend the day sitting on the sand and chatting away.

Sans doesn't want to introduce you to Paps, but after you convinced him enough- he did it. (Papyrus was full of joy when he saw you)

Horror couldn't help himself but stare unmovingly at your tail and the sharp edges. Your tail- even though he had the same one, was so mesmerizing to him. He seemed to be in trance as you even tried moving your hands across his face, to see if he would snap out of it. But alas, no luck whatsoever.

"I...like your...tail.." he slowly spoke. It even looked like his eye turned into a heart as he kept watching your tail move back and forth. "Really? Thanks! I like yours too!" You took a peek at his tail. It almost resembled a shark, in some way. It was very sharp- and looked like it could kill a person on sight.

It felt like eternity has passed as you both continued to gaze at the tail of the other. "Can I...touch...it?" You got surprised by his question, but appreciated that he was so considerate. You slightly blushed at the thought of letting him touch your tail, but you decided to give into his request. "Yes..you can." No one could ever describe what joy Horror was feeling when he heard those words of approval. What a sight...

FELL:

Fell couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you. A siren FEMALE?! He really thought that him and his brother were the only ones.. he's somehow glad that they're not.

He didn't want to go to you at first. Even avoid you! In the end, Papyrus was actually the one that made forced him to go up to you.

He sweated a ton while conversing with you, which made you feel a little concerned.. is he ok?? (No. No he's not.)

Feels this need to protect you from any harm- he knows it's stupid! But you and him are probably the only chance to save siren's from going extinct, If you know what I mean.. 😏 (his thoughts, not mine.)

After you both introduce yourselves, you spend the day collecting shells and other things that are scattered across the beach.

Fell would lie if he said he didn't find you absolutely breathtaking..but he couldn't stop this annoying sweating that was happening to him. Oh geez..

"Look Fell! Another shell!" You presented the find to the skeleton in front of you as he gave a soft grunt in approval. "There are so many things here. I wonder why the humans threw it away..." He hummed as he couldn't focus on your words when this feeling of anxiety was getting to him faster than ever.

He glanced at the pearl he found for you.. oh he was so scared to give it to you...what if you don't like it! Then he'd be the biggest fool in the whole ocean! His eyes travelled back to your form as you picked up another she'll, and after another.

He doesn't get why you're so into collecting these. But he won't stop you.. actually, he will even encourage you! He really cherishes the look you give him when you present another find after another.. he looks back at the pearl in his hands and sighed. It's now or never..

"Hey..Y/n?" You turned to face Fell, with a smile as he internally groaned.. you looked so good, what the hell?? He pulled his hands forward, showing you the pearl he found for you. You gasped, taking it. "Oh my! Thank you so much Fell! You're a real sweetie!" You couldn't help the joy you felt as you gave him an unexpected, quick peck on his cheek. It was his turn to gasp as he watched you swim around in happiness, while he held his cheek in his hand. Oh, he truly loved the sight of your happiness..

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #horror sans x reader #fell sans x reader

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mrwavellswaps · 14 days

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Who would you Swap, Hypno, TF?

Chris Evans, Tyler Hoechlin, and Hugh Jackman

Ooooh this is a close one honestly. But I think I’ve got my answer.

First all I would Swap with Hugh Jackman. He always just has such a raw air of masculinity that between those three I don’t think I could help myself. I like to imagine doing it via some sort of mind transfer device. Maybe trick him into wearing one somehow, if not just getting it on his head by force, and then putting a matching device on myself. Activate the transfer and presto! I’m Hugh Jackman now. His manly body all mine to do with whatever I please.

I know he’d probably try and figure out how to reactivate the device to switch us back so I’d be sure to destroy the one on my head as soon as the swap is complete. Can’t risk losing this body. After that I probably wouldn’t be able to help taunting Hugh, now I’m my old body. Probably groping at everything I stole from him and making sure he knows it belongs to me now. Forever!

After that the decision honestly gets even tougher but I think in the end I would probably hypnotise Chris Evans. I’ve always thought Chris looked very hot whenever he grew out his beard so one of the first things I’d make sure of after hypnotising him would be that his facial hair becomes a more permanent fixture for the most part. At the very least I’ll make sure he doesn’t go clean shaven. Not to mention if I’m going to be Hugh Jackman from now on, I’m going to want another A-list celebrity at my side who I can create scandal with. Specifically using my control over Chris to get him to make public displays of affection towards me while we’re out together such as kissing me on the cheek while I wrap my hand around him. No doubt causing a stir as the media pick up on it.

Later down the line I’d probably end up having to announce Chris and I as a new couple. But as a whole I’d have my control over him be subtle. Making him want to be close to me and making him fall in love with his fellow movie star Hugh Jackman. But maybe once in awhile when the two of us are alone I’ll turn my control over him right up to 11 and make him my complete hypno slave who’s on his hands and knees begging to worship me.

And finally that means I’m going to be TFing Tyler Hoechilin. I’ve honestly went back and forth a lot on what I’d wanna do with him. I thought of TFing his body somehow maybe to make him bigger and/or hairier. I thought about transforming him into Henry Cavil, a fellow Superman. But I’m the end in think I’m gonna go with something inanimate. Something I can wear so I can have the pleasure of knowing Tyler will be with me whenever I’m wearing it. I could turn him into a watch, maybe a cap for me to wear, or perhaps a nice shirt. Maybe if I’m feeling extra naughty I’ll turn him into a pair of underwear and he can have the pleasure of holding my new cock and balls. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure that whatever I turn him into he’ll find plenty of pleasure in being worn by me. In fact he’ll crave it.

#asks #swap hypno tf #male body swap #male body theft #tech #identity theft #permanent #male transformation #technology #male hypnosis #male hypno #celebrity swap

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simplydannie · 21 days

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This story is written for and inspired by @jules0511 idea!

Hope you like it ❤️

What if Floyd was able to make an escape? To finally run to freedom and run to the safety of his brothers. When he finally does, there is only one thing holding him back, keeping him from leaving… well two actually. But what if by the time Floyd goes back, it’s too late?

Part of the miscellaneous fanfics.

They were done rehearsing in the studio.

Velvet and Veneer sat at the control stations, their agent waiting behind them. She paced back and forth… they were waiting for an answer from her…the manager.

Veneer looked down at the little Troll still trapped inside the diamond… he looked weaker and weaker… he grew more tired.

“Maybe we could let the little guy have a breather? I mean poor thing has been trapped in there awhile.” Veneer commented. Velvet turned to him bewildered.

“Sure and let him run off?” Velvet exclaimed.

“No he wouldn’t.”

“Yes he would!”

“Let him out and it won’t go well for both of you.” Their agent said. “You’ll know what she’ll do. She brought you in, she can definitely take you out.”

Their manager was not one for mercy. It was a shady business the company was running… they were not going to let anyone go who could ruin or spill their secrets….thats including the twins.

PING!

“Ah there she is!” The agent replied. “She says it’ll do for now. Tomorrow, double the dosage of the Troll.”

Veneer side eyed Floyd who was leaning weakly against the diamond.

“She is asking if you put your plan into play?” The agent asked.

“Yes. Brozone should have received the letter by now.” Velvet smiled.

“Good. Now off! Both of you!”

Velvet and Veneer followed their agent out of the recording studio. Veneer took one final look at Floyd before walking out.

Floyd lay in his diamond hugging himself. Tears running down his face. Why did I stay, he thought to himself. He should’ve left. He should’ve followed his gut and just left the twins when he had the chance… if this was how they were going to treat him…. Thank him?…. Floyd heard the door open, but he payed no mind.

“Floyd?” He heard a familiar voice say. The little Troll didn’t dare look up at him… he was angry.

“Floyd…. Please look at me.” Veneer neared the diamond. He got at eye level staring at the little Troll inside.

“Go away Veneer.” Floyd said.

“I’m sorry Floyd. This isn’t anything personal…. I just…”

“Got to do what your sister says, love your sister, love the fame, the money…. Blah blah.” Floyd said without turning towards the Rageoun.

“I didn’t think it would get this far. I’m sorry Floyd.”

The small Troll ignored him, hugged himself tighter. Veneer knew he wasn’t supposed to allow Floyd out. He knew he would risk it, but Floyd wouldn’t leave them to someone who was so evil… to someone who could hurt them…Veneer reached over and opened the diamond… letting Floyd out.

The Troll was surprised.

“Please don’t run away… Not yet. We can come up with a plan. We can-AH!” Veneer was cut off as the small Troll slingshotted against his chest, knocking him over. Floyd took the opportunity and ran.

“Floyd wait!” He could hear Veneer call out to him. But he didn’t stop. He kept running and running. He turned a corner…. Dead end. Floyd looked up and saw a vent.

“Floyd please!” Veneers voice got closer and closer.

He didn’t think twice. Floyd swung his hair and went straight through the vent…. He was out and free.

Floyd finally made it outside. He fell to his knees, inhaling the fresh air…. He was free…. He was free… Now one thing was certain, he had to find his brothers before they were captured. One thing Floyd knew, they had to be headed towards Rage Dome, he had to get there first.

“I’m coming guys.”

The night quickly faded to morning as Floyd arrived at the Rage Dome. He still saw no signs of his brothers. The place was huge, how would he find them? Floyd sat down and closed his eyes.

“Please…please….” He began to hope. He wanted to get back, needed to get back to them… to Branch…

“We’re almost there!” He heard a voice. Floyd leaned over the roof of where he stood. He could make out three little figures making their way up…. They were Trolls!

“Hey up here!” Floyd called out. The Trolls looked up… one seemed very familiar…

Within moments the three Trolls made their way to Floyd. He helped them up to stand where he was. He looked intently at the male Troll, blue skin, dark hair….was it…

“Branch?” Floyd asked.

“Floyd!” They embraced. They held on to each other, fear they would both disappear again if they let go.

“I’m sorry Branch. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you.” Floyd said as he embraced his brother, tears running down his face.

“Stop it! I’m here to save you. You’re safe now. Let’s let the past be the past please. I have all my brothers again.” Branch replied holding him tightly.

“Okay.”

…. But something rang in his mind… what he had just told Branch… I shouldn’t have left you. Not only did he abandon Branch, he just abandoned the twins…

Floyd wait!…

He could clearly hear Veneers voice call out to him… the sound of desperation.

“Let’s go Floyd. Let’s catch up to JD and the others before they come over.” Branch pulled Floyds arm, but the Troll didn’t budge…. He stood there frozen.

“Floyd?”

“…..I can’t….”

“What? Why? You’re free. Let’s go!”

“…. I have to go back…. They need me.” Floyd looked at Branch pleadingly. “I’ll explain later. But please, we need to go back…. I just… I just did something bad.”

Branch could see the horror in his brother’s face… something was going on, something he didn’t understand, but Floyd needed him right now, that much was certain.

“Poppy, Tiny.” Branch turned to the Trolls who accompanied him. “Find JD. Tell them we have Floyd. Tell him we’ll meet you guys at the peak of Mount Rageous.”

“Okay.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Be careful.”

Branch and Floyd made their way back to the studio, back to where the twins were. The little Trolls maneuvered through the ventilation, the least likely area they would get caught.

“Floyd, are you sure about this?” Branch whispered as he followed his brother.

“Yes. Trust me please. I made a horrible mistake.” Floyd responded. He went from vent to vent, peering at the rooms below…. Hoping he would find them.

“What are we looking for?” Branch asked. Before Floyd could answer, a horrific scream filled the air…. The scream sounded familiar.

“…no….no, no, no, no….” Floyd repeated over and over again. He took off running towards the direction of the scream, high pitched and murmured voices could be made out as he got near.

“YOU MONSTER! YOU MONSTER!”

“He brought it upon himself! He let the Troll loose! THIS is what happens when you defy her! Defy any of us.”

“HES MY BROTHER! HES MY LITTLE BROTHER! VENEER GET UP! “

“Take a good look sweetheart. That’s the face of a failure…. A TRAITOR!”

“No. No Veneer please no.” Floyd continued to tell himself.

“Floyd slow down!” Branch called from behind. The manic cries of pain continued.

“VENEER!! PLEASE!”

He knew the voice belonged to Velvet. Floyd reached the vent from which the voices were coming from… he peered through to the most horrific scene that he would never, NEVER get out of his mind.

There on the ground… beaten, motionless… was Veneer. Bruises and blood stained his face. Blood running down his broken nose, his eyes were still open, staring lifeless at the ceiling…. They had beaten him to death….

Floyd fell to his knees and covered his mouth, trying to withhold his cry of pain and agony.

“Oh my god…” He heard Branch whisper. Velvet struggled against a being that was holding her… a Bergen. She finally twisted herself free and ran to her brother. Velvet called out his name over and over. She held him, shook him lightly… tears streaming her face like a waterfall.

“VENEER PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME! VENNIE!” She hugged his lifeless body, “YOU MONSTER! YOU VILE CONNIVING MONSTER!”

“All you Under Rageouns are the same… replaceable. Soon you’ll have another partner. Everyone will forget about him and move on.”

“I won’t.” Velvet responded.

“Grow up honey. Get her up!”

The Bergen walked over and grasped Velvet by the shoulders, picking her up with no effort.

“STOP IT! LET ME GO! ILL KILL YOU I SWEAR!” She eyes the agent. “VENEER PLEASE GET UP” She screamed and thrashed as they took her out of the room. Her cries of pain echoed down the halls.

“You, get rid of this mess.” The woman gestured towards Veneers lifeless body. Another Bergen picked him up like doll, and walked out…. The room was empty now… silent. Branch knelt down beside his brother.

“That was Velvet and Veneer… they… were the ones to capture you… but I feel like there behind this story Floyd.”

Floyd only stared at the void where Veneers body once lay, his voice still echoing in Floyd’s mind…

We can come up with a plan…..

“Floyd tell me what happened?” Branch asked…. Veneers voice still echoing in the halls….

Floyd wait!…..

The small trolled hugged himself tight, trying his best to fight the tears….

Floyd please!….

“…… I abandoned him…..”

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e-dubbc11 · 2 months

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Idk if you’re taking requests for the Winter Sleepover still, but I’d LOVE a fic based on At All Costs (Demo Version) from Wish for Billy Russo x Reader PLEASE

Hello my lovely! Thank you for sending in an ask and being a part of my winter sleepover ❄️🥶 I really appreciate it. This is the final ask and I’m proud of myself that I finished them all.

So I haven’t watched the movie Wish yet but I did go and listen to the song and it is VERY Billy Russo. I had it on repeat for awhile and an idea finally popped into my brain so thank you again and I hope you like what I did here. ♥️♥️♥️

At All Costs

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, couple of swear words, and fluff

Word Count: 982

Summary: It makes you happy when Billy finally gets to sleep because he doesn’t sleep much…at all.

A/N: For the record, I get pissed when I can’t sleep at night and my husband is next to me snoring away BUT Billy doesn’t sleep so I wouldn’t be upset if he was asleep next to me and I wasn’t 🤣 I’ll link the song at the end

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Sleep.

It eluded him on most nights, but not tonight.

Tonight, the pillow softly cradled his head while his ebony colored hair covered the pillowcase like spilled ink and his eyelids moved rapidly back and forth. His handsome face was angled toward you and skilled hands rested on his stomach as you watched his chest rise and fall delicately.

You wanted more than anything to brush the stray hairs away from his face that had tumbled into his eyes but you couldn’t risk waking him. He hardly ever looked this peaceful.

But then again, he always slept soundly after a kill. It was the only time he didn’t have nightmares.

The dark blue blanket was the backdrop for a full moon with bright stars sprinkled behind it and the sky was so clear you could see almost every single crater. No wonder you couldn’t sleep. But it was alright…because Billy was asleep.

Your love deserved a night where nightmares didn’t wake him, where he wasn’t strangled by his own screams. The nights where his eyes snapped open, his forehead was covered in a cold sweat, that made him frantic and disoriented, those were the nights where your heart would break for him and you would do anything to try and help.

“Why?” You had asked silently.

Why couldn’t he just have a decent night’s sleep?

Billy said it was because he didn’t deserve it; he was consumed with self-loathing, not worthy of the things he has now and doesn’t deserve someone like you to make him…happy.

You always reassured him that he did, that the things he has done were for the protection of others. They were for his fellow marines, his country, his clients, and for you.

Tonight, he had walked through the door just as the first sip of tea coated your throat. It warmed you from the inside as it traveled from your mouth to your stomach. Your favorite soft warm blanket was draped over your legs while the book you were reading remained open in your lap as you set your tea down on the table.

Billy had mentioned he might not see you before you went to bed tonight but you were glad you had stayed up. He wasn’t hurt badly but extra effort was needed to wash the blood from his hands.

A crack in the curtains let a sliver of light from the moon shine against the headboard, faintly illuminating Billy’s face and you remembered the story he told you earlier while helping him clean up.

“He tried to run, hide somewhere where I wouldn’t find him but he left a trail of blood from the gunshot wound. He knew he was being hunted…by me.” Billy growled.

“And I knew he would eventually run out of places to hide, he would have to stop somewhere, weak from the blood loss. When he finally stopped running, I could have just put another bullet in him but with the knife, well, it’s intimate, you gotta get close to spill the rest of their blood. It hurts more, when you slowly split the skin open. They suffer.” He said softly with an evil smile as you put a butterfly closure above his eye.

His words chilled you to the bone like a swift frost moving across a field and his unfocused eyes shined like two pieces of black ice. Billy felt guilty for loving the hunt and the kill but you knew they were all bad men.

“How can you love me, knowing what I am and what I’ve done? Knowing that I like doing it and I like watching the light leave their eyes.” He asked through gritted teeth with his face in his hands.

Moving his hands away, you tilted his face toward you so his eyes were focused on yours. “No one is gonna miss members of the mob, baby.” You whispered against his forehead before gently pressing your lips against him.

“He had your picture and when he said ‘maybe you should concentrate on protecting her rather than politicians, Russo.’ I—I just snapped.” Said Billy.

He would kill for you. He HAD killed for you. When you finally get something you’ve always wanted, you do everything you can to make sure you don’t lose it.

You hold it close, covet it, and if someone tries to take it from you…you defend it, protect it, and keep it safe. You were that something for Billy Russo; the something that he had always wanted but never could attain.

Someone to love him.

“Oh Billy…I’m really worth all of that to you?” You had asked, as tears burned the back of your eyes.

Billy pinched your chin in between his forefinger and thumb and replied, “You are EVERYTHING to me, sweet girl…I love you.” And his lips collided with yours. He kissed you hard; it was all tongue and teeth, growling against your lips and possessively nipping at your jawline.

You were his and he was yours.

Billy’s kisses left you gasping for air and after the breath that was caught in your throat was released, you whispered, “I love you too, Billy.”

A veil of silence also arrives with the night and you were very afraid any sound would cut through the quiet of your bedroom and wake him. But Billy was still in a very deep slumber as his chest continued to calmly rise and fall.

No nightmares tonight but you would continue to be there for him when he had them, reassuring him that he was alright, that you loved him, and you would always protect him too. You promised to keep him safe…at all costs.

And love you as one does

I, I will protect you at all costs

Keep you safe here in my arms

I, I will protect you at all costs

At all costs

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This Must Be The Place - Rooster x Roommate!reader

summary: oh my god ... they were roommates. anyway, rooster’s a stage 5 clinger (and madly in love with you) and doesn’t realize until the threat of losing you presents itself.

WC: 5k

a/n: i’ve been thinking about a roommate trope series for awhile. some of the flashbacks/points in this fic that i emphasize, i may want to write entire fics for. if that’s something anyone (could be just one person lol) wants to see, let your girl know :)

warnings: angstttt, swearing, mentions of death, low key toxic behavior, some smut - minors dni (🤺)

There had to be new track marks indented in the carpet given how hard Rooster is pacing back and forth in the living room of the cottage. The room wasn’t big, there wasn’t much space to cover, but he can’t stop. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He’s restless, unable to settle down because where the hell are you?

Running was part of your routine now. A part of your routine he’s gotten used to since you moved in. You took advantage of the cooler evening San Diego temperatures and usually timed your runs to arrive back when he pulled in from work. Whether the timing was intentional, to ensure you’d see each other more, he wasn’t sure but, he didn’t stop to consider that because when he pulled in today, you were nowhere to be found.

You’re an adult, a grown up, and normally, Bradley wouldn’t stress about it. Maybe you went for an extra long run, maybe you stopped at the beach for a while. From the time he entered the cottage, changed into comfier clothes, and popped the lid off a beer, that’s what he told himself. Then thunder that sounded alarmingly deep and close rattled the house. Then rain started to fall, just a small sprinkle that quickly escalated into to a downpour. And you still hadn’t returned.

The darker the sky turned, the darker his thoughts about you became. Could you have been hurt and stranded in the storm, could you be lost? You’ve only lived in the area for a few months, maybe you decided to take a different turn and couldn’t find your way back. If that was the case, then why weren’t you answering your phone?

He’d texted (an embarrassing number of times) and called but it went to voicemail. The texts remained unread. And that fact in itself was what started to mix his worry with a brewing anger.

Anxiety, irritation, fear cloud any of his rational thoughts. He pictures you out in the rain, alone, shivering, scared and lungs for his keys. He’d find you, if he just drove around aimlessly, he’d find you.

Seconds before he can reach for the doorknob, it turns and you just stroll in. You’re soaked to the bone, so wet that the clothes you’d chosen to run in have essentially morphed into a new layer of skin. His eyes scan over your figure, he can make out every shape, dip, and bend of your body. The way the shirt sticks to the curves of your hips, your breasts. Your nipples poke through the thin material, no doubt hardened by the cold. God, if he wasn’t so pissed at you, he’d be very turned on. It was entirely possible that he was both.

“Hey.” You greet him, still a little breathless from the run. It felt so good to run in the rain. The water cooled your hot, sweaty skin, it coated you, calmed you, and pushed you to keep going. You’d lost track of time. Eventually, despite the rain keeping you fresh, your feet began to ache so you circled back. You felt a little guilty knowing you’d left Bradley alone at the house but, you weren’t expecting to see him looking so hurt.

“What’s-“

“Where the fuck have you been?” Despite the venom dripping in his tone, his voice remains eerily level. Goosebumps erupt across your skin and you’re almost positive it’s not from the wet clothes.

“Just running. I got a little carried away.” You take a tentative step closer. “Sorry I wasn’t here.”

“Why didn’t you check your phone? It’s dark and storming and you didn’t reply at all. Do you have any idea what I thought may have happened to you?” He raises his voice then, his face shades redder than before.

You scramble to pull your phone out from your pack and fumble it a few times in your slippery hands before processing what you’re seeing - many, many missed calls and texts from Bradley displayed across the screen.

Roos: Hey, I’m home. Long run?

Roos: Coming back soon? Looks like it’s going to storm.

Roos: Where are you?

Roos: Answer your phone.

Roos: I’m starting to freak out.

Roos: Just please, let me know that you’re okay.

You used to despise exercising. The idea of running, willingly, made you grimace. You had never felt the need to participate in the grueling activity. Then very quickly, very unexpectedly, your circumstances had changed. Penny recommended it to you when you informed her you hadn’t left the house, let alone your bed in days.

“I don’t want to get up, Pen.” You had told her over the phone, pressed between the pillows. “If I get up, then I have to think. And when I think, I only think about her.” Your voice cracked at the end, tears threatened to spill despite how sure you were that you couldn’t have any more tears left to cry. Somehow more always came.

“Have you thought about at least taking a walk? Maybe even a run?” You wanted to laugh but, laughing seemed almost as daunting as getting up. You loved your Aunt Penny, she had embodied the fun, cool aunt role so well. You had as many beautiful memories with her as you did with your mother, a sizable amount of them overlapping. You clung to all those memories now.

“Put some music on, your favorite songs, and just let your legs carry you. Tune everything else out. It feels good. Just try, for me?”

You’d do anything for Penny. Her advice may have saved you, it got you up and out into the fresh air. Your runs turned into your time to forget the world around you, to forget how cruel it could be. For however long you could manage, it was just you, your playlists, and the ground beneath you. You tended to silence your phone during that time, the less reminders distractions the better.

“I-“ You stutter, looking up from your phone back to him. “I’m sorry, I just got carried away.” You repeat yourself because that’s really all it was, it was harmless.

Except it’s so clear in the way Bradley’s jaw ticks with tension and his fists clench at his sides that it was not harmless.

“This is so typical of you, I don’t know why I expected anything else.” He shakes his head, letting out a humorless laugh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re irresponsible! You let things slide like they mean nothing to you!”

You feel his words like a punch to the chest, the air suddenly sucked from your lungs. After your mom died, you let yourself slip down a path of carelessness. You didn’t have experience before her death with mourning and you’d always considered yourself grateful for that. So when you experienced grief in its fullest, most powerful form, you disregarded a lot of things that you once cared deeply about. Friendships, work, even cleaning the damn apartment - none of that felt like it mattered if you didn’t get to share it with her.

Since you’d moved in with Bradley, you felt more responsible knowing someone else relied on you. A few times, you felt yourself slipping back into old habits but, you thought he understood that it only meant you were grieving all over again.

“It’s not that big of a deal to not answer my phone one time-“

“Oh my god! You do realize you’re being selfish right? Your feelings aren’t the only ones that matter!”

You gape at him, at this man you thought was your friend. He meant more to you than that, actually. Maybe that’s why you felt such a heavy pressure come over you at the thought of him believing these things about you. If you heard him say anymore, you’re sure your heart would burst under the weight.

You shake your head and grit your teeth, trying to be the bigger person. You want to get away from him before you say something you’d regret but that’s the problem in fighting with your damn roommate, there aren’t many places to go to be alone.

Your sopping clothes have chilled you so deep, you feel like your bone marrow has solidified into ice. If you’re going to be trapped in this house to sulk over your best friends insults, you may as well do it in a scalding hot shower.

You brush past Bradley and make a beeline toward the bathroom, cautious to avoid any contact.

“You’re just going to walk away?” You hear him call after you. You mishandle the doorknob before pushing the door open. “Grow up, Y/N!”

You slam the door closed behind you.

Bradley runs his hands down his face, releasing a deep, shaky sigh. He lets his body collapse down on the couch before resting his head in between his hands. He feels himself coming down from it, from the adrenaline of not knowing if you were okay, from fighting. He’s used to adrenaline, he’s grown accustomed and almost comfortable with the otherwise painful experience of his body coming back to itself.

His skin prickles and his head begins to pulse under his palms. He can’t believe he said those things to you, about you. None of what he said, he truly believed. Yet, he threw them in your face anyway. He used those guarded self-doubts and insecurities he’d coaxed out of you since you’d become friends against you.

He didn’t mean it.

He saw all of the ways you had grown and healed since coming to be closer to your aunt, since you rented out his small spare bedroom and tried to restart your life without your mom. He wants to praise you for it, not tear you back down to square one. Instead, he let his own fear take over and make him cruel.

Fear was the best way to describe it because what he realized he felt for you when you came back - it terrified him.

The worry when you were gone and the utter relief when you were okay, it stretched beyond what a concerned friend would feel. He was uneasy when you weren’t there, yes. His relief when you returned was almost paralyzing, yes. And maybe that was normal for roommates, for friends. But what wasn’t normal was the overwhelming desire to pull you against him tightly and kiss you senselessly just to ensure himself you were actually there, then never let go so he’d know you were 100% safe in his arms.

Not to mention the other burning need he felt when he saw your rain-soaked body. He saw the goosebumps, the shivers that wracked you. He wanted to warm every inch of your skin with his hands, his lips, his own body heat. That wasn’t somethings friends did.

You two had danced that line before, the thin divide between friends and something more. He wasn’t blind to the signals you’d sent him since adjusting to him and your new home, the signals he was sure he was sending back.

The memory of your body shuddering under his touch was permanently stamped into his brain. He’d pressed you up against the back brick wall of the Hard Deck, unashamed, determined to feel grounded again after returning from his assignment. They’d lost people on that mission. No one in his squadron but, that didn’t make it any less chilling. It could have easily been him. He’d known the risks of the job when he decided he wanted to be a Naval Aviator. The reward, the pride he felt when flying, always outweighed the risk for him.

When you moved in, he started getting used to seeing your pretty face when he came home every day. He got used to eating the dinners you’d cook (no matter how many times he promised it wasn’t necessary). He developed an ache to sit close to you and watch shitty reality TV. He down right cherished hearing your laugh and getting to experience your goodbye hugs, the way you clung to him like it may be the last time you ever got to.

He could have been shot down, died in that F-18, and for a while up in the air after, he thought about you.

God, when did he fall in love with you?

That night, behind the bar, your body reacted to him. There was an obvious attraction in the way you arched your back to press yourself into him. Was it just attraction, or was there something more?

He swears that there’s this look, a certain smile, that you reserve just for him. It’s affectionate, thoughtful, and there’s a distinct glow in your eyes that lights him from the inside out.

Finally crossing that blurred yet monumental line meant risking everything that you both developed in your time living together. You had planted this seed of friendship and watered it and nurtured it and it flourished. Bradley wasn’t sure he was ready to trim in at the root. He’d grown so comfortable with your presence that he’s worried without it, he’d feel hollow.

His mind and his body were at war. He ached to close the gap that he created between you two while he was still rapidly running through all of the ways it could go wrong.

He was standing up from the couch without fully comprehending it, leaning his forehead against the door of the bathroom without having a clue what to say. He pictures you just beyond that door, hot water cascading over you. His hands twitch at his sides with want - want to feel you, want to hold you not only for the pleasure but for a promise that he was there.

He once told you that you weren’t alone now that your mom was gone - he wanted to prove it.

The tap, tap, tap of knuckles against wood startles you slightly, jolting you out of a daze of unwanted thoughts. The lackluster water pressure and Bradley’s words had lulled you into thinking about how everything changed since the time Penny suggested you move to California. You want to believe that you were moving forward, that you had shed a layer of yourself that was all negativity and sadness off like snakeskin.

You’ve been making progress, haven’t you?

“Honey?”

You bring a hand up against the tile of the shower to steady yourself, dizzy and warm from hearing the nickname. You desperately wanted a callsign to fit in with your new friends and you bestowed the honor of choosing one for you on Rooster.

“Why ‘honey’? Cause I’m so sweet?” You smirked and wiggled your eyebrows from your position adjacent to Bradley on the porch swing. The cottage Bradley had offered you a room in had a perfect, little porch which a sliver of an ocean view. You were almost appalled at the fact that he didn’t have any seating out there to watch the sunset every night. That porch swing was one of the most important clauses in your ‘lease’.

Bradley agreed to the addition, not thinking much of it. He rarely had time to relax on the porch. He was always up early for work and returning after dark or too dead tired to think about plopping himself down anywhere other than the couch or his bed.

But the first time he pulled up in the Bronco and saw you, tucked under a blanket, yielding all your attention to the setting sun, he suddenly longed to spend every free second he had on that swing beside you.

“No way. Don’t get me wrong, you have your nice moments but-“ He was halted by a playful smack to the arm and tried his best not to grin too wide at the sound of your laugh. “No, what I mean is … honey is sticky. It’s always leaving a mess, it’s hard to clean up-“

“Dude!” You poked at his side and shook your head, your smile never dulling. “Is this supposed to flatter me?”

“What I’m trying to say is, it’s resilient. Strong.” He turned to face you, his smile softened down to a tender look. “You’re ‘honey’ because you’re those things.” He lifted a hand to your face, ready to wipe any tears that fell from your glassy eyes. “You’re kind of messy too.”

You swiped away his hand but let out a beautiful, loud cackle of a laugh that you’re sure the entire neighborhood heard.

“Yeah?” You call out weakly in response.

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes to you muffled behind the barrier of the door.

“Don’t worry about it.” You figure the quicker you can dismiss the conversation, the quicker the lingering feelings of his words will dissipate.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.” But had you? Whether or not he meant it, it still stung to think those thoughts, those feelings about you, flashed through his brain at all.

Silence follows. After a beat, you think you he may have walked away.

“Can I come in?”

You freeze, pressing your hand more firmly against the shower wall. If he came in, the only barrier left between you would be the shower curtain ... and your emotional baggage, of course. The idea of being physically vulnerable in front of Bradley didn’t intimidate or scare you - it excited you. It was the emotional vulnerability that had you hesitating.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about this through a door.”

“Can’t it wait?”

More silence, anticipation pools heavily in the bottom of your stomach.

“No.” You feel his response drench over you like the water from your shower had suddenly gone cold (but it hasn’t, you double checked).

“Okay. You can come in.” You listen carefully for the small squeak of the door when it opens and the sturdy click of it returning closed. You don’t dare to peek around the curtain. More anticipation gathers, bubbling into your throat, pushing words out eagerly to fill the tense silence.

“I shouldn’t have said those things.” His voice is so much cleared now, closer. It’s easier to hear the sincerity, the regret, in his tone.

“Yet you did.”

“I was scared.”

You come close to shoving him out of the room to hide behind the door again. Maybe then the rawness of his voice wouldn’t feel like it was splitting you in two.

“I know it was stupid to not check my phone. But despite what you may think, I am an adult. I can handle myself and I would have if something happened.”

“I know. I-“ He inhales a deep breath. “Yes, I was scared that you could be hurt or taken or whatever. But I was more scared of the idea of losing you. If anything ever happened to you ...” He releases the inhale and it comes out shaky. “I was scared because I realized I care about you. More than a roommate, more than a friend. And it would be really awesome to tell you this to your face, not to the shower curtain.”

You lift an unsteady hand to the curtain and pull it back slightly, revealing your face and some of your chest to oblige him. Your heart pounds heavier against your ribcage when you take him in. Leaning against the sink, he looks utterly destroyed. Like he’s in pain telling you this but also like he’s physically restraining himself from saying more, from reaching out and ripping the curtain aside, tearing down any remaining physical and emotional barriers between you two.

“I tried not to. For a while, I thought what I felt was deep admiration for a friend. For someone who’s been there for me, taken care of me. But I know that friends don’t want to touch their friends the way I want to touch you. They don’t want to skim their teeth over their friends skin and shelter them from every possible threat. And when you weren’t answering, I knew that what I felt wasn’t friendly. It was primal, instinctual. I knew I lo-

“Bradley.” God, stop. You want nothing more to hear him say it. But that would make this real. Real love is opening yourself up to brutal, unforgiving pain. You had just lost someone you loved and you were sure you’d never get over it. The first few weeks, you weren’t sure you’d even survive it. Could you survive something like that again if you let yourself love Bradley then lost him too?

His eyes flicker over your face, his eyebrows drawn tightly together. He looks like he’s processing everything he just said, like his brain is only now just registering everything he let spill out.

You reach a hand out, thankful for the smaller sized bathroom because you’re able to reach him and just barely skim your fingertips across his cheek. You draw him closer until his cheek is resting firmly into your palm and he’s leaning into your touch.

“I’m messed up.” You’re almost pleading, ‘don’t love me, we both know how this could end.’

“If you are, then I am too. But I don’t care. I’ve seen you and still ...”

“We both know what it’s like to lose someone you care about. It’s awful.”

“It’s worth it. To have all of the good moments. I wouldn’t trade the memories I have of my mom and my dad if it meant I didn’t have to grieve them. Loving them was worth losing them.” He wraps a hand around the one you have cradling his face, squeezing it gently.

You feel that way about your mom too. You’d never forfeit the moments you two shared as you grew up. Everything she taught you, it made you who you were today, it brought you to this moment.

“You seem so sure.”

“You’re worth it.”

You slide your hand around the back of his neck and pull him to you, hard and fast, not giving him much time to process what was happening until his lips pressed against yours. He recovers quickly, kissing you back while snaking a hand through your soaked hair.

Kissing him feels like everything you imagined it, everything you shamelessly dreamt it to be and more. Your body feels electrified, humming with the energy of the possibilities of what this could be. You greedily pull him closer, not caring about the wetness of your body against his clothed one. A flash of heat surges through you at the sound of his groans when you deepen the kiss, swirling your tongue around his.

Wait, he said nice things about you. He put himself and how he felt out there and deserved to hear that you felt them too.

“Bradley,” You reluctantly put some space between your face and his but keep the vice grip you have on the back of his neck. “I-“ Spit it out, girl! This man with half hooded eyes is looking down at you like he’s ready to consume you and you still struggle to tell him you freaking love him. “I-“

“I know.” He hushes you with a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Trust me, honey, Y/N,” He runs a hand down your bare spine, pulling you flush against him again. “I know.”

Thank fuck he kisses you immediately after because you think you may have combusted if he hadn’t.

Bradley fumbles with the shower valve a couple of times before the water stops pouring out of the head. Not waiting to ensure the waters turned all the way off, he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you to him before he lifts you up and out of the shower. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist and let him carry you out of the bathroom.

Without breaking the kiss, he navigates the halls and brings you into his bedroom, the bedroom you’ve been in plenty of times before. Hell, you’ve even slept in his bed, but the promise of what’s to come has a rush of butterflies erupting from your stomach and traveling to your core when he lays you back against his soft bedsheets. He draws away from your lips, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth as he goes.

You’re completely naked, exposed for him, while he remains fully clothed. You should be embarrassed, timid, maybe even trying to cover yourself up. Yet all you are is thrilled, warm and comfortable like you’re being bathed in sunlight as he pulls away just enough to look down at all of you.

He reaches out and trails the pad of his thumb across your slightly swollen bottom lip, down your chin and the column of your neck. Your breathing accelerates as his thumb moves lower, in between your collarbones, drawing a line right down the middle of your sternum.

“Bradley.” His name comes out in a whisper, like it’s all you can manage when his eyes are still locked on yours and he’s touching you like this.

“You’re so beautiful.” He drags his thumb down the center of your stomach, the lower is gets, the more breathless you feel. You clutch at his sides, fisting the fabric of his t-shirt in your grasp.

“This is a little one-sided, don’t you think?” You release a breathy laugh and let your hands slip beneath the hem of his shirt. His skin is feverish and the muscles of his stomach are hard against your palms.

“I want to take my time with you. Then, we can move on to me.” He grins, tracing intoxicatingly slow and sensual circles on the skin of your exposed hips.

“I’m not sure how long I can wait.” You pull him closer with your legs still wrapped around him, desperate to feel an ounce of friction on the spot you crave it the most.

“You’ll wait however long I tell you to wait, baby.” He smirks.

You prop yourself on your elbows and let a small whimper out at the sight of him drop down to knees in front of you. “You’re cocky.” He hitches your legs over his shoulders and tugs you close, so close you can practically feel his hot breath against your center.

“I think I’ve earned the right to be.” He’s kneading your thighs with his fingertips, dragging them further and further and further inward.

“Prove it.” And prove it, he does.

Bradley laps his tongue eagerly up your slit before coaxing, sucking, and nipping at your clit. All control of your body ceases to be yours when he works you like that. You moan and gasp and buck against him at each movement until the muscles in your legs are locking tightly around him. You’re shaking with a buildup so strong, you feel like you might burst out of your own skin at any moment.

Bradley knows it too and he doesn’t let up - it’s too much. You have to dig your hands into the roots of his hair and tug at them so hard just to gain back some control. Except your rough pull does nothing but elicit a strangled groan from the back of his throat. The noise in itself paired with its deep vibrations against your core sends white hot pleasure searing through you so powerfully, you see stars.

He kisses the inside of your thighs softy as you come down, humming to himself as you blink away your hazy vision. You comb a hand through his hair a few times, pulling him back up and over you. His grin is so wide and smug and you can’t help but return it.

“I’m not saying it.” You bite your lip to hold back from grinning any wider.

“You don’t have to say anything. Trust me, I know.” You’re surprised your teeth don’t clash when you kiss each other with equally big smiles. You can taste the metallic tang of yourself on his lips and it evokes a new surge of desire to come over you.

You drag a hand down his lower stomach, his muscles taut under your touch. You let your palm skim over the front of the bulge pressing tightly against his pants and his hips buck at the same time you feel his breath hitch in the kiss.

“Someone’s eager.” You mutter in between the sloppy kisses Bradley’s pushing against your lips. You can tell he’s growing more and more desperate, his breathing turning rapid and shallow as you push harder against his rocking hips.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He says as he pushes himself off you briefly to rip the t-shirt up and over his head, discarding it to the side before returning his body to yours. You’re nearly vibrating at the sensation of his bare chest pressing against yours. His lips don’t come back to yours, instead they move to your neck, down to your chest, covering your breasts with open mouth kisses.

“Let me put you out of your misery then. Switch with me and I’ll take care of you.” You move your hands to his shoulders to push yourself up when he wraps his hands and your wrists.

“Not tonight, baby. Trust me, I want that but, I need to be inside you.” He kisses each corner of your mouth and lays you back flat underneath him. “Is that something you want?”

“Please.” You gasp, feeling him settling between your legs, hot and pulsing under his pants. He leaves you with one last deep, agonizingly slow kiss before stepping away and removing the remainder of his clothing.

Bradley pushes himself inside you with his forehead resting on yours and in that moment, you’ve never felt more full – physically from the sensation of him stretching you out but also from the look that passes between you. You’re filling holes in each other that life has cut into you, holes you never thought would feel so good to be closed.

For a while, you thought you’d never feel complete again, like a part of your soul would always be missing. But here, right under Bradley, moving with him naturally like you’ve always been meant to connect with him in this way, you think this must be the place where you learn to feel whole again.

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soapyghostie · 10 months

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Hello!

Can I have Thomas Hewitt x male reader where Male reader makes him a prosthetic arm? If you watched the 2003 Texas chainsaw massacre, Tommy got his arm cut off and to use a chainsaw properly, you have to have 2 arms🫢 Tommy is also the only one person who provides "food" for the family, so... without him they will be dead as fuck lmao

Have a nice day 👋

This was a fun one. Hope you enjoy!

Thomas Hewitt

The Hewitts weren’t accepting of you at first; they are extremely traditional. They wanted Thomas to fall in love with a woman, not a man. How was Luda gonna have grandchildren now?

The family will soon come to appreciate you when they found out you were a biomedical engineer and an experienced one at that. Good thing because the Hewitts have a serious problem of lost-limb-itis. Maybe you can make Monty two new limbs so Hoyt doesn’t have to push him around in that wheelchair. Seriously, it frustrates him to push that old fart around.

You make over $100,000 a year? Damn! To the Hewitts, you're hella rich. Why don’t you make good use of that money and use it to help provide for your family huh?

Anyways, remember when Erin Hardesty cut off Thomas’s arm at the end of Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2003? Alright, flash forward, Thomas returns home, having lost a lot of blood. He’s weak and Luda is absolutely freaking out. Her baby boy’s arm had just been cut off for Christ sake! That’s where you come in.

You took measurements of his arm so you could create a new arm that perfectly fits comfortably on his shoulder. Once you got all the measurements, you went straight to work. You took out your special blueprint paper and skillfully sketched the prosthetic to look almost identical to Thomas’s existing arm.

It took several weeks to actually construct the arm. The Hewitts had none of the parts you needed laying around the property; you’d have either Monty or Hoyt go fetch the parts from the local junkyard. You’d spend long hours attaching and welding the parts together until you’ve got the arm exactly how you wanted it.

Once the arm was finished, Luda and Thomas were amazed. It looked just like Thomas’s arm, but metal! Thomas was reluctant to try it on. When you strapped it on his shoulder, he tested it: swinging his arm back and forth, moving his forearm up and down, wiggling his fingers, and any other stuff you can do with your arm.

Thomas was so thankful. He gave you the biggest hug and didn’t let go for a long time. You fixed his arm and now he can provide for his family again! He wants to return the favor for the kindness you’ve shown him. After all, you could've just got up and walked out on him, but you stayed and helped him.

Thomas wants you to teach him how to construct prosthetics and anything else that you do. He thinks it would be a good skill to learn. Thomas is a pretty fast learner so it won’t be too difficult to show him the ropes.

Overtime, not only is he a master chainsaw-welder, but he’s a master engineer as well. It’s his side hobby that he does whenever he has free time. He creates all sorts of stuff that helps the family with catching ‘food’. Also, he never comes to you when he needs to tweak his prosthetic: he does it all himself. He even upgrades it every once and awhile too.

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fakesimp · 1 year

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hey there! congrats for 300 followers :D may i request for the luxiem boys react to their s/o passed out in the middle of argument (i like em painful)

"I'm sorry.. please, forgive me." , with Luxiem

Warning !

Arguments with no begining how it starts ; Mentions of crying ; reader passing out ; Mentions of Cursing in Mysta's part ; hurt/comfort ; Established Relationship

A/n : I hope you like this anon! Apologies if it's ooc for Vox, Mysta, and Luca ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

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It hurts.

Everything hurts.

How did it ended up like this? You stared at him. Trying to hold your tears back, everything hurts. Your head started throbbing, everything starts spinning. Your vision starts getting blurry, you held your head. It feels like you're getting hit with a bat on the head,

And then you lost it, your legs lose it's strength and you fell on your knees. And the next second everything went black.

As you slowly lose consciousness, all you hear is him calling out to you, his arms around your figure. The worry in his voice is something you did not miss before completely passed out.

Vox Akuma

The moment he sees you fell on your knees he immediately run up to you. He wrapped his arms around your figure, worry now washes over him.

"No no no, Darling- I'm sorry-" he apologized profusely, he immediately picked u up bridal style and went to the bedroom both of you shared. He gently laid you down on the bed, your beloved voice demon is trying to calm himself down.

He's now confused on what to do, now he sees your unconscious figure on the bed.

He sees it.

Your pain, as you argue back at him.

The way you held your tears back.

He should've stopped, but look at you now. Because of what he did, you're now here laid on the bed unconscious. Passing out in the middle of that stupid argument.

He held your hand in his, kissing the back of your hand, then resting his forehead on it. Whispering apologies, again and again. In hope you waking up, saying it's okay.

He Foolishly wishing for your forgiveness.

. . .

It's been quite awhile, you did not show any signs of waking up. He was about to call the ambulance until he heard a shuffling from the bed, and there you are, sitting up on the bed. Looking all confused.

"How.. what happe--" Vox straight off dropping his phone and went to you hugging you so tightly, "Too tight-! Vox- loosen up-!" You whimpered and he apologized for that, he loosen up his hug and look at your face.

"Vox I-" "No no, Darling. I'm sorry, I should've stopped. I'm very sorry.." Vox cuts you off with an apology, making you went quiet. You look at him,

His eyes says everything,

He seeks for your forgiveness.

"I'm sorry.. please forgive me.."

The way he ask for your forgiveness, he held your hand and gently rubbing his thumb at the back of your hand.

He's uncharacteristically quiet. You slowly raise your hand up to his face, he immediately lean closer to your palm. And at that moment you're now the one who's surprised,

Vox,

Crying..?

"oh Vox.." you immediately pulled him into your arms, and no. That argument are stupid for both of you to bring up again, so you both laid down on the bed. Cuddling up to each other.

Vox's soft breathing as he cuddled up to you, you patted his hair. "It's okay, Vox.. I'm not going anywhere.. I'm sorry too.." you whispered an apology at the end, Vox didn't reply and just bury his face deeper at the crook of your neck.

"Love you Vox.."

"I Love you too darling..."

Mysta Rias

He panicked.

He did catch you before your head hits the ground tho, but now he's confused on what to do.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

This is all his fault, if only he did not argue back over something so simple! This would not happen. Now what should he do???? Call an ambulance?

His dark thoughts are haunting him, saying it's his fault. Everything is his fault, he gritted his teeth and picked you up. He went to your shared bedroom, he laid you down on the bed. Now he's pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what to do.

After awhile, he did not realize he had been pacing back and forth for quite sometime. Until you woke up, hearing Mysta's soft sobs. You can hear his small apologies,

"I'm sorry... Please forgive me.."

"Mysta..?"

The moment your voice rings into his ear, he immediately shot up and looked at you who's sitting on the bed staring back at him.

"I- I'm-" He couldn't talk properly, you slowly walk up to him. He moved back a little when he sees you approached him.

Oh, how hurt your heart was.

No, not because of he stepping away from you, it's because he's scared. Scared of what he did will hurt you again,

"Mysta... It's okay-"

"No! It's not fucking okay- b-because of me.." he stuttered.

You did not spare him anytime to talk bad about himself, so you pull him into your arms. He froze for a moment but then bury himself into your arms, you can feel his body tremble. "Oh, Mysta... I'm sorry too.." you whispered an apology as you both hugged each other.

And both of you moved to the bed, cuddling. Decided not to bring up about what happened a few hours ago, you both hugged each other in silence. Comfortable silence.

"I.. Love You, Babe.. so much.."

"I Love you too Mysta..."

Luca Kaneshiro

"Babe!?"

He catches you in his arms the moment he sees you fell on your knees.

"Babe?? Babe wake up-" he started to panic, he immediately picked you up and went to the nearest room, The living room. He put you down gently on the couch and called a doctor.

No no no.

You're going to be okay.

Right?? ... Right..????

He stood there seeing you getting checked by the doctor, getting nervous as the time continue to tick. After the doctor finished checking up on you, the doctor turned to him. "They're okay, they should be awake in an hour or two.." the doctor said.

Relief washes over him, he did not ask anything else and goes to your side immediately. Abandoning whatever that's on his schedule today, he does not want to leave your side at all.

So he stayed.

He sat there next to you, waiting for you to regain your consciousness. He patiently waits, he told his subordinates to do his job if it's something that could not be ignored. Also telling them to not let anyone in or contact him today.

He stared at your unconscious figure, "I'm so sorry.. please, wake up.." he whispered as he held your hand into his. He closed his eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

. . .

You woke up, feeling something is on your hand. Oh. It's Luca's hand.

You remembered the argument you had with him, it was dumb. You then gently rub your thumb at the back of his hand, Luca who felt something moved in his hand slowly opening his eyes.

"Babe..?" He softly whispered,

"Yes..?" He shot his head up and looked at you staring back at him. Luca immediately engulfed you into his arms, "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry.." he apologized.

"Luca... It's okay, it's a stupid argument.. I'm sorry too.." you apologized and pushed him away softly to kiss his cheeks.

"I Love you, Luca.."

He kisses you, "I Love you too." He whispered and burying his face at the crook of your neck.

Ike Eveland

He immediately run up to you before you fell on your knees, "älskling-!?" He called out. But you did not respond, he tried to be as calm as he could.

He slowly picked you up and went to the living room then laid you down on the couch, he held your hand and tried to figure out what to do. Call the doctor? Ambulance? But in the end he didn't do either, he decided to wait for awhile until you woke up.

If you're not waking up in 2 hours or so, he would call an ambulance. Ike stared at you, he remembered how heartbroken you look as you argue with Him. He curses at himself for not stopping himself, now look at what happened.

Ike sat down near you, face down, upset of himself. Ike held your hand gently, waiting patiently for you.

"Is it.. foolish for me.. to ask, for forgiveness from you älskling..?" He whispered as he stared at you. Regret start filling him up.

"Please wake up.."

. . .

You soft groaned and stared at the familiar ceiling above you, you turned over and saw a glimpse of a familiar hair color. It's your beloved Novelist. Ike Eveland.

He's holding your hand.

You slowly getting up and pat his head with your other hand, the Novelist who felt something on his head slowly raise his head to see you sitting up looking at him.

"How long have I been out..?" You asked him, he took a deep breath. "Babe?" You asked and then tears start building up from the corner of Ike's eyes. "Oh Ike.." you wiped the tears away from the corner of his eyes gently, as you did so Ike put his hand on top of yours.

Nuzzling into the palm of your hand, "I'm sorry... Please forgive me.." he whispered.

Your eyes widen a little, but then soften up. "It's okay Ike, it was a stupid argument after all... But I'm sorry too Ikey.." you apologized back at him, Ike moved his face closer to you and peck your lips.

"It seems like I will always fall deeper for you each day.. hour, minutes.. seconds. I Love you älskling.."

You slightly blush at his statement, "I Love you too Ike.."

Shu Yamino

He quickly sent his shikigamis to your figure that was slowly losing balance, he ran up to you with a worried look.

Shu, never lose his temper so easily but today seems like he loses his control over his anger. He immediately get you to your shared bedroom and gently laid you to the bed, he checked your body temperature. As he check on everything, he's now trying to figure out what to do now.

Shu sat down near you, his hand hesitantly reaching out to you. Gently placing them on your cheeks, his eyes soften, but the worry did not leave his eyes.

"I'm sorry.. I've never been like that before.." he apologized to your unconscious figure, he took a deep breath

"Will you forgive me..?"

. . .

Shu who was constantly trying to figure out what to do, did not realize you've regain consciousness. Not until you called out his name, "Shu..?"

He stopped on his tracks and looked at you, "Babe-" he called out to you and immediately went to your side. "How long was I out?" you asked, Shu frowned.

"You know what forget it, I want to apo-"

"I'm sorry." Shu beats you to it.

You stared at him, "I'm sorry.. that shouldn't have happened.." he continued.

"I'm sorry... Please forgive me.." At the end of his sentence he whispered a soft plead of forgiveness.

You look at him in awe, you gesture him to come closer to you. After he's within your reach you land a kiss on his cheeks, "I'm sorry too.." you whispered an apology too.

Shu then softly lean closer and hugged you, you both stayed like that for quite sometime. Comfortable in the silence you both shared, trying to forget the argument that happened between both of you awhile ago.

"Shu, I Love You."

"...I Love You too.."

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A/n : This is longer than anticipated oops- I hope you like it ! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

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roses-for-readers · 9 months

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Silent Treatment Part 2 ~ Mansk x Selective Mute Reader

Silent Treatment Masterlist Masterlist

Synopsis: After agreeing to join the Recoms on their mission, they set off to explore the forest of Pandora.

Warnings: Vivid bad dreams, minor panic attack, description of hunting and animal death

I had been tossing and turning most of the night, unable to close my eyes for quite awhile. There seemed to be no way to get comfortable in the human made bed. Though after a few hours, I was able to lull myself into a somewhat deep sleep.

I didn't dream of much, but I did think of my family. I thought of how worried my mother might be. The terrified look on Tuk's face as she was grabbed. The crack that had punched it way through to Spider's mask after he had fallen. That one kept coming back repeatedly through the night. Each time worst than the last. Images of what could have happened if it wasn't just the crack. Sometimes, glass was cutting just face, others it had shattered completely as he suffocated on the air around us.

I slowly began to gain consciousness as my body was moving almost aggressively. It stopped for a moment, before I felt someone touched my wrist. I jerked awake as I moved away from the feeling, pressing my back against the wall. Letting out a angry hiss, my heart beats against my chest as adrenaline coursed through my veins. I blinked rapidly while trying to get my eyes to adjust to the lighting in the room.

"Hey, hey it's okay! You're alright. Everything's alright, (Y/n)." His voice hits my ears before I can actually see him. My eyes slowly adjust to see Mansk staring up at me with concerned look on his face. He holds his hand up as I begin to calm my breathing down. My heart still hammers in my chest as I focus on his eyes. They felt so comforting as I sat there, just looking directly at him. As my body started to calm down, a sob forcing its way out of my throat. Slumping forward, I held my body up by leaning on my elbows as tears start falling out of my eyes. I feel Mansk place his hand on one of my shoulders, rubbing small circles through the fabric of his shirt. "It's alright. You just had a bad dream. Everything's alright, just take a deep breath."

Gasping between each sob, I claw at the sheets as I continue crying. He continued rubbing my back, trying to help me calm down in whatever way that he could. Slowly but surely, my breathing started to even out as my eyes started to dry up. Pushing my body back up with a shaky breath, I wipe my face with the back of my hand. Sitting up fully, I rock back and forth gently as I try and calm my mind from the intense emotions I just went through.

Mansk slowly moves away from the bed to grab some things around the room. I feel him look at me occasionally as he moves from one place to the next. After a few minutes of doing whatever he's focused on, he returns back to look up and over the railing again. Reaching up towards me, he holds out an open bottle. "You should drink some water. It'll help calm you down so you can get ready. We still have some time before we have to leave."

I reach out to take it with shaky hands. Bringing it to my lips, I take a few small gulps before taking a deep breath in after I pull it away slightly. I breath slowly as my heart begins to beat regularly again. Taking in a few more drinks, I hand the bottle back to Mansk. Rubbing my eyes, I groan at the pounding that is starting to form in my head.

Taking the bottle back, he put the cap back before moving to place it down on his desk. His attention was back on me again, though he did keep a bit of distance between us. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft as he questioned how I was doing. Giving a small nod, I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Looking down towards him, I give Mansk a small smile in reassurance.

Jumping down, I land a couple of feet away from him. Standing up straight, I feel his shirt rub itself against my upper thigh. A small blush begins to form on my face as I take it off quickly. I was embarrassed that I hadn't taken it off while I was still in the bed. Once it's over my head, I practically shove the clothing into his hands. He seems shock by the sudden mood change, but takes the shirt back without complaint. Turning my attention away from him, I fix my top to make sure it isn't out of place.

Once I'm sure that my top is covering everything properly, I look back over at him. He appears flustered at the fact he had just watched me grope myself. I give him a confused look, not understanding why he was so embarrassed as it was a normal thing to do for the clan if incidents ever happened. He quickly cleared this throat, seeming to want to change the conversation as soon as possible. "We should start getting to the meeting point. Do you need anything to eat?"

I shake my head at his question. I remember eating some of the sky people food Norm and Max had made once when I was younger. I didn't care much for the taste back then, and they actually put thought into what they were making. I doubt that I want to know what these sky people deem as 'eat able' for their 'Na'vi' soldiers.

Mansk takes my answer without question though, moving around the room to grab the last of what he need before moving to the door. Pulling it open, he let's me go into the hallway first. When I step out, I noticed that not that many people were hanging around like the day before. Though, it could still be fairly early for a majority of the people that were working in the building. Once he made it out into the hallway, he closed the door and started walking away.

I make sure to follow close behind, not wanting to get lost in the maze like halls. His steps are confident as he leads me to the area where we are supposed to meet everyone else at. It does take a few minutes, but eventually we get to a certain hallway. Multiple doors run on one side of it while the other has only one set of double doors. My ears strain at the sound of the outside world just past the door, wanting to be there again.

Mansk went to one of the doors on the opposite wall, pushing it open as he turns towards me. Looking between me and the double doors, he gives me a somewhat questioning look. "I'm going to get ready. You can come in here or stay out here and wait. But don't go outside until I'm done, alright?"

I give him a small nod in understanding as I lean against one of the walls. It apparently pleases him, because he immediately goes into the room and closes the door. Resting my head against the wall, I let out a small huff as I begin waiting. I heard loud voices come from the room once Mansk had walked in, but they were muffled extremely. So I didn't know what kind of conversation was happening in there. There wasn't much other noise in the complex other than that though. I stood there in silence for a few minutes waiting for almost anything to happen.

The distant sound of footsteps hitting the ground cause my ear to perk up at the sudden noise. Looking in the direction it's coming from, I wait to see who will walk into view from around the corner. When I see the blue body of a soldier followed by the body of a human boy, a small smile spread across my face in relief. Once Spider notices me, he runs over to me to wrap is arms around my waist. I hold him close to me as I gently rub his back, happy to have him in my sight again.

Quaritch walks closer to us, an amused smirk present on his face. I give him a small glare, noticing that he is already in all of his gear, minus the weapons. I give him one last look before turning my attention back to Spider. Pushing him back just enough that I can get a good look at him, I begin to check his body for any form of injury he could have gotten since yesterday. I take notice of his mask that is hooked onto the string of his loincloth along with the oxygen tank it's hooked to. Taking a good look at it, I make sure that the glass is scoff free.

Spider pulls away as I continue to look over him. He laughed at the concern I was showing, not knowing why I was incessant to check up on him. "Calm down, I'm okay (Y/n). It was just one night, it's not like I was locked outside by myself."

Giving him an unammused look, I pull away from him completely. I finally felt convinced that he was unhurt since Quaritch took him to wherever he did yesterday. Before anything else could happen, the door opened up as Mansk, Lyle, and Z-Dog all came out with one another. They all have their gear on minus the weapons, just like the Colonel.

Lyle smirked as he saw me standing there, clearly still in his mood from yesterday. Z-Dog quickly took notice and shoved his head as she moved past him. I smiled at the look on his face when Z-Dog pushed him slightly. Mansk moved over to stand next to me, his glasses resting on top of his head.

Lyle takes notice of how soon we are by each other again. His voice sounds disturbingly sweet as he gives a stupid smirk, "Aw, look at the cute little couple. They can't stand to be away from one another."

"Back off Lyle. You're just mad that she called you out in front of the team yesterday," Z-Dog tried to shut down Lyle, clearly unimpressed that his attitude was still the same from the night before. At least she wasn't the only one who felt that way. Spider was glaring up at Lyle after the comment left his mouth. He clearly didn't like the way he was still treating me from the night before.

Before the conversation could go any further, Quaritch started heading towards the double doors. "Alright that's enough. Put your mask on kid, we're going outside."

The rest of us followed after Quaritch so we were standing by the door as we waited for Spider. He rolled his eyes, but reached down to put his oxygen mask on.

Once he was sure it was secured correctly, he joined the rest of us at the door. As soon as he came to stand by us, Quaritch put in a code to the keypad beside the door. They soon opened, allowing everyone to walk into the small pace the was used to separate the base and the outside. Quaritch was the last to walk in, making the door close by pressing another button. Once the door was sealed, the pressure of the room shifted, no longer feeling like what it was like in the building. It felt like the atmosphere that I was born to live in. Just before the second set of door opened, I place a hand on Spider's shoulder to pull him a little closer to me.

Once the door opens up to the outside world, the both of us immediately walk out of the small space. Making sure that I'm still within a decent distance from Mansk, we watch as the soldiers begin to grab their weapons from a row of lockers that line one part of the wall. Checking out the surrounding area, I notice a few of the soldiers from yesterday standing around. They all seem to be ready to go, but not everyone seems to have arrived on time.

Once everyone had grabbed their weapons, they moved to join the rest of the group. I tried to lead Spider towards them, but he stayed in place with a confused look. "Are we not getting our bows back?"

Quaritch stopped walking, turning to face us slowly. He had a thoughtful smirk on his face as he looked between me and Spider. When he finally spoke, his tone was serious, "And why would you need them to begin with?"

"To go hunting. The food you guys have to eat sucks." I smiled at Spider's response, proven right about choosing to not eat earlier. Though I thought that was a reasonable enough response, Spider added another good point, "Besides, we need to be able to protect ourselves in case something happens."

Quaritch seemed to think for a second, letting out a small chuckle once he came to a conclusion. Walking back to the lockers, he opened one and pulled out one bow and the arrows that went with it. Walking over to us, he held out my bow for me to take from his grasp.

As I reached out, he started speaking again, "(Y/n) will get her bow back. And she'll only use it if given permission to do so. Mansk will keep ahold of your arrows until you need one. Spider, you'll be sticking with me, so you won't need anything."

I glare at the man as I finally take my bow from his out stretched hand. I wasn't impressed that he wasn't giving Spider anything to protect himself with while we out there. And the fact he was giving Mansk more control over me than was needed. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I put my bow on so it was resting on my back.

Looking down to see Spider's reaction, I could tell he was upset with the decision. Before he could say anything that could get him in trouble, I gently squeezed his shoulder before pushing him towards the rest of the group. I let go of Spider as I go to stand off to the side of the group with Z-Dog. Her face remained neutral for the whole ordeal, but her eyes did hold a small bit of sympathy.

With the situation settled to his liking with no vocal complaint, the Colonel clapped his hand together. "Alright, now that that's settled, let's get started."

When we finally made it to the forest, the group had begun to explore the forest slowly. They were trying to learn how to 'act like Na'vi' so they could find my family, like their leader had advised them to do. Most of them were clumsy as they walked, but they were slowly figuring out how to move through the forest without much incident. Spider was helping lead the group with Quaritch, while I stayed towards the back to keep an eye on everyone. I wanted to try and make sure none of them did anything stupid while they were out here.

Mansk was walking along side me, though he made sure to keep a few feet between us. Out of everyone else, he seemed to have the least amount of trouble as we got deeper into the forest. I would look over at him occasionally, just to check and see how he was doing. If he noticed me looking at him, Mansk didn't say anything about it. In fact, it seemed like we both had an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't actually acknowledge one another after he was put in charge of my arrows. I knew it wasn't his fault or choice, but I still had the right to be upset about what happened. And he was willing to be the person that I was angry at.

In front of us, Spider had stopped walking as he got to the center of a small clearing. Everyone gathers around him while he looks around for a second. Once he is satisfied with what he sees, he looks up at Quaritch as he begins to explain, "We should make camp here for the night. Eclipse will be in a couple hours so we have time to prepare. We can gather fire wood and forge for some fruits."

Some of the soldiers seemed uninterested in spending the night out in the open. Quaritch however, gives a small nod in agreement to the suggestion given to him. "Alright, we'll set up camp for the night. But I don't think fruit will be enough to feed everyone. Got any bright ideas on how to fix that dilemma?"

"I will go hunt for food." Everyone turned to look at me once that statement left my mouth. A few looked skeptical about the idea of me going off in order to find them food. I didn't pay them any mind, looking at the Colonel to get his permission.

Spider decided to speak in my favor as Quaritch and I continue to stare at one another, "It's would be a good idea. (Y/n) is a capable hunter for the clan. She can track a big enough animal to be able to feed everyone."

The Colonel let out a sigh as he nodded his head. "Alright. But no trying anything funny while you're out there. Remember, Mansk will be keeping a close eye of you. You don't want him to turn on your little collar now do you?"

I gave him a sarcastic little smile before turning towards Mansk. Looking down at his shoes, I gave them a small kick as I mumbled, "Take off." Staring back at him, I noticed that he seemed uncertain about my request. I gave another small kick which seemed to bother him enough. As he kneeled down, I closed my eyes to focus on the sounds around us. Paying close attention in one direction, I heard the call of a couple of grazers which could be just about a mile or two out.

When I opened my eye again, Mansk had just taken his shoes off completely. He stood up slowly, tossing his shoes towards the rest of the group. I brought my bow into my hand before grabbing his arm to lead him in the direction I heard the grazers. I heard a few of the guys laugh as I pulled Mansk along, but he didn't protest as I continued to drag him away into the forest. In fact, he seemed eager to get away from the rest of the group.

We had been walking for about 5 minutes, when Mansk suddenly stopped walking, catching my attention quickly. I turned towards him confused about the sudden change he was displaying. He reached around to where my quiver was, grabbing ahold of it before handing it towards me. I was shocked as I look up at him, unsure on if I should take it from him or it was a trick. He gave a small sigh as he grabbed my hand to place it within my grasp. I looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was happening at the moment.

I think he was returning my gaze, but it was hard to tell with his glasses on. Mansk was quiet for a moment before finally speaking, "You know when you'll one better than I will. I'll take it from you before we get back to the group. Just... don't do something you might regret."

I gave him a slow nod as I put my quiver in its rightful place on my body. My eyes search his face for a moment, but I frown as I get to the glasses covering his eyes. Reaching out, I carefully pull them from his face. He flinched away, but I stand firm on the choice to take them off. Once I remove them from his face, I hand them back to him. I look down at his hand as he takes them back, my voice soft as I explain to him, "You need to see where you go on a hunt. Pandora will kill you if you don't pay attention to her."

He seems a little shocked by the concern I show for him, but he still listened to what I said. Instead of putting the glasses back on, Mansk tucked them into the collar of his shirt. Giving him one last look, I turned back around to continue on with the hunt. I could hear him follow behind me, causing me to smile a little. It was obvious he wasn't trained to move around the forest quietly like my siblings and I were. Though, it wasn't as bad if he had kept his boots on.

We continued to walk in silence as I was looking for any sign of animals the further we got. Looking down at the ground, I noticed the hoove prints of a hexapede imprinted into the mud. Kneeling down, I take a closer look at the tracks to get some more information. I notice that they are extremely fresh. They couldn't have been made more than a half hour ago. Turning back to Mansk, I see that he is looking down at me intently. Putting a finger to my lip, I point towards the tracks as I stand up slowly. He looks down at them, giving a nod in understanding to the information I was try to relay to him.

We continued onward, more cautious with the prospect of the hunt. I brought my bow in front of me as I reached to get an arrow out. My movements are silent as I notch the arrow while I scan the surrounding area. Hearing the sound of flowing water, I quietly hide in a group of shrubs. Motioning for Mansk to follow my lead, I slowly peek out to take a look around. There is a small stream not too far out, a lone hexapede having stopped to take a drink from it. Luckily, it didn't seem to have heard the both of us approaching. I feel Mansk crouch down next to me as he looked towards the stream as well.

Taking a deep breath, I bring the bow up and pull the arrow back in order to make the shot. Waiting for the right time to take the shot, the hexapede's head came up as it finished taking its drink. Breathing out slowly, I release the string as I watch the scene closely. When the arrow hits, the creature falls down without making any noise of discomfort. A clean kill without any unnecessary pain to the animal.

Running out of the shrubs to the creature, I double check to make sure it's dead. Letting out a small sigh in relief, I say a soft prayer to thank Eywa for providing us with the a successful hunt. I pull the arrow out as gently as I can, grimacing slightly at the sound that it made.

Placing my hand on the creature, I turn around to look back towards Mansk. He had moved out of the plants to take a look at the hexapede. I give him a small smile as he walks closer to get a better view. Soon, he's kneeling beside me to get a better look. His amber eyes scan everything as his face turns thoughtful as he continues to stare. My eyes soften as he reaches out to gently rest his hand against it. I stare at his hand for a little while, touched by the compassion he had for the animal. Finally, I look back towards his face, wanting to say something to him. However, the words get lost in my throat when I see movement right above his head.

Looking above him, I place my hand on top of his arm as my mouth hangs agape. He looks at me before moving his gaze to look upwards himself. A small woodspire floats down slowly, right above Mansk. I watch with bated breath as it lands on his forehead caressing it for a moment before it moved downward. My eyes followed it as it moves to place itself against my hand that's holding his arm. It stays for a moment, calming my racing heart at its presence. Just as suddenly as it came, the woodspire floats away back into the forest.

I watch it leave with Mansk, neither one of us saying anything. When I finally look back at him, he appears confused by the whole ordeal. A frown is on his face as he looks at me to ask, "What just happened with that?"

A look of awe spread across my face as I looked into his eyes. My voice was quiet as I gave him a small smile, "It is a sign. Eywa has chosen you."

~Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait for part 2. Life has been a bit hectic but I will get the next part out soon than it took this one. As always, feel free to request!

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