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⋆꙳✧༄ Faking an orgasm

꒰ ͜͡➸ In which you fake your orgasm and are faced with the different ways these men handle it. Will they help or will you get punished?

❖ Characters: (true form) Sukuna, Yuta, Choso

❖ Reader: Female | AFAB

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, mean Sukuna, double penetration, rough/cervix fucking, name calling, slightly mean/manipulative but whiny Yuta, creampies, soggy Choso, (mutual) masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

❖ A/n: blaming @gojoath for the Yuta brainrot. Big thank you to @qichun and @suyacho for listening to me and beta reading this 🫶

☰ Sukuna:

ꕤ oh boy. Are you perhaps dumb or don't care about your life?? Now WHY would you do that to yourself??

ꕤ You were riding your king just the way he likes it, strong arms bouncing you up and down his cock until you were a blabbering mess for him, almost drooling from how good you felt

ꕤ Sukuna didn't allow you to cum however, punishing you for no reason other than his own entertainment but the closer he got, the further you could feel your release slip away, his voice booming “let go- fucking cum” he groaned out and you know better than to disobey your kings orders

ꕤ You weren't close anymore and decided to fake it, moaning and whimpering his name and title while you put on your best show but Sukuna could feel that this wasn't real, your pussy not gripping him as tight as it usually would and you were certainly not obnoxiously wet either

ꕤ while one set of hands held your hips down, allowing the tip of one of his cocks to sit right at your cervix, the other set of hands wrapped around your throat

ꕤ The aura around you shifted and so did his gaze from adoration for his queen to a derogatory one full of disappointment “You owe me this orgasm, slut. Do you really think that I'll let you get away with this?” His voice echoed and made you flinch, gasping for air

ꕤ You thought you were doing so well, being his good girl and giving him what he wanted but you just shoveled your own grave - knowing so when the mouth on his abs opened to lap at your clit while you remained impaled on his cock

ꕤ Sukuna enjoyed to watch you squirm on his lap only to sound so pathetic with every whimper and whine that fell from your sweet lips. Your noises the worship he craved until he felt your walls flutter around his cock for real this time

ꕤ “Such a needy little thing needing her clit played with” he cooed and started to bounce you up and down his length again until you were creaming all over his cock, your eyes glistening with tears from how intense it felt when his cock bruised your cervix but he was right - you give your king what he asks for, not a weak excuse

ꕤ He was far from done with you, one round never enough to satisfy him so when he flipped you two over and pushed your head onto the hard ground beneath you knew the true punishment is only about to come

ꕤ both his cocks were lined up with your holes, ready to plow into you until you were ready to beg him to stop, until the safeword falls from your lips because his sweet queen can only take so much pleasure

ꕤ “just like that- take my fucking cocks” he mused when you eagerly pushed against him until the tips slid into your weeping cunt and ass, begging him to destroy you. It's what you deserve for faking it.

☰ Yuta:

ꕤ Yuta teased you all evening long with calculated touches, whispered promises of what the night will hold and when he finally touched you it just felt so good

ꕤ it was worth the wait, everything you've desired - skilled fingers playing with your clit and massaging your sweet spot as his lips latched onto your boobs, gently sucking on your nipples

ꕤ the squelching noises of your cunt filled the room with their lewdness but every time the knot was about to snap and your cunt started to flutter, Yuuta pulled away

ꕤ “Not yet, baby. Need you to cum around my dick” he whispered into your neck as his kisses wandered from your chest to your neck to leave little marks there

ꕤ His words were full of promises but the edging eventually drove you further away from an orgasm each time and when he was finally on top of you, his dick aching hard when he sunk it into your heat it was unobtainable

ꕤ Yuta was rutting into you with quick and calculated thrusts, hitting all the spots that had your toes curling but it just didn't push you over the edge, guilt building up inside of you

ꕤ He was whining into your neck, begging you to release with him because he couldn't without the feeling of your plush walls milking him dry and the guilt was eating you up alive

ꕤ you faked your orgasm just as his thrusts grew sloppy and you could feel his cum painting your walls white as the softest moans fell from his trembling lips but a sigh followed the moment he came down from his high

ꕤ With his cock still buried deep inside of you “You owe me this orgasm, baby… I worked so hard for it. Don't do that to me,” his voice cracked while trying to sound stern and the dangerous glint in his eyes lit up

ꕤ He took it as a jab to his ego as well as feeling bad for not making you feel as good as he felt so he made it his mission to make you feel good until you begged for him to stop

ꕤ Yuta bit into your shoulder when his thrusts started once again, desperate mewls and whines falling from his lips as he pushed through his own overstimulation to punish you by making you orgasm over and over

ꕤ And when his hand slid between you to rub your clit you started to clench around him - this time for real and you could feel him smirk against your neck, not knowing the sinister thoughts his mind held. He would prove to you - and himself - that he's more than capable to get you off

☰ Choso:

ꕤ You were Choso’s first in everything and he was always so eager to learn how to bring you pleasure in all ways possible

ꕤ the concept of faking an orgasm was new to him, something you've never done before and he didn't even know why anyone would do that to begin with so the thought never crossed his mind

ꕤ and Choso tried so hard to get you off that afternoon after you had such a stressful day, genuinely just wanting to help you relax and he knew the best way. When you sank down on his thick cock to ride him, your cunt immediately clenched around him

ꕤ Having learned that you like it best when he rubs your clit while you ride him he eagerly swiped his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure

ꕤ “you're taking me so well… so good for me” he mumbled against the skin of your boobs as he gently suckled on your flesh while you bounced on his cock, desperate for an orgasm that just wouldn't come, your mind far too preoccupied to let your body relax

ꕤ So when Choso came, you clenched around him and moaned like you usually did when you came, not letting him know that it wasn't a real one - you knew he would be disappointed with himself and you didn't want to make him insecure since this wasn't his fault at all

ꕤ After a while of cuddles you excused yourself to the bathroom to “clean up” but in reality you sat down on the tiled floor and slid two fingers into your cunt, still dripping with Choso’s cum

ꕤ either you took to long or you weren't as sneaky as you thought because your lover knocked on the door shortly after, begging to come in and you opened the door, trying to act normal as if you were just cleaning up

ꕤ “I am aware of what you're doing in here… were you not satisfied? Did you want another round?” He questioned, looking like a hurt puppy until you explained to him that you did not orgasm - and still weren't able to do so because your head is just so noisy

ꕤ Choso sat down on the floor with you and nodded, his head working out the situation and why you would do what you did but it didn't matter in the end - all he wanted was for you to release and this time for real

ꕤ Your loving boyfriend doesn't care if it will take you hours to tumble over the edge, he will help you if you allow him, alternating between fingering and lazily fucking you until your body was so sensitive that his fingers coaxed an orgasm out of you by rubbing your clit - letting you fall from one orgasm right into the next

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @ghostqueue

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"You Reap What You Sow" ||

Part 2

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard x fem!Reader

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄! Mentions of death, decapitation, abuse (physical and mental), implied (but not mentioned) sexual abuse, manipulation

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 4.5k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You had a bounty on your head and a familiar Ghoul has taken that bounty, so upon catching you, he escorts you back to the compound you escaped. Will you be able to convince him to let you go, or will it be for nothing?

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

You were already exhausted with the sun so high up, causing your skin to feel as if it was melting, but you continued to make your way through the wastes beside your bounty hunter friend, and he hadn't been in a particularly friendly mood today. When you tried to ask him something, you were mostly met with silence, so you just dropped it altogether and continued to walk. As the sun began to sink again, you had distanced yourself from the Ghoul, wishing you had more of a plan to escape from his hold. 

Sure, he hadn't tied your hands together and pulled you along forcefully since you'd given him no reason to, but that didn't mean he wouldn't end up doing so at one point or another. He still kept a watchful eye on you and made sure to match your pace, ready for anything that was to happen. 

But neither of you was prepared for when two strange men approached you both from the left, catching you off guard as you hid behind the Ghoul for safety. He looked down at you, confused as to why you'd seek comfort and safety from him, but he hadn't given you a reason not to. 

“‘Scuse me, but we want that,” one of the men, the taller one, pointed directly at you. “Heard there was a bounty on her, and we ain't one to turn down some caps.”

The Ghoul scoffed and stared at them, obviously not amused. “She's already taken, as you can see, and I ain't got time to deal with lowlifes such as yourselves. Finders keepers.”

You tugged on the sleeve of his decaying duster and caught his attention. “Those two belong to the Condemned, the compound Axton is a part of, where I ran from. He probably sent them to kill you since you brought me this far, keep the money for himself…” You wouldn't have put it past the asshole, but You did recognize the two men even though you couldn't place their names or occupations. 

Upon hearing this new information, the Ghoul lifted his head and stared at the two men, reading the situation. “Well, my little friend here says you work for the asshole who put the bounty out, and I normally  don't have a problem with disposin’ of those who stand in my way, but now I feel downright disrespected with what's goin’ on here.” He placed his hand gently on the hilt of the gun and watched them both start acting nervous, their eyes darting back and forth from each other to the bounty hunter. 

“Look, either way, Axton is getting his little whore back, so–”

With speed you'd never experienced firsthand before, the man's head had exploded. Blood, brain matter, it all shot out and projected far as his now lifeless body crumpled to the ground. You jumped, your hands still holding onto the Ghoul's coat as his gun shifted over toward the other man. 

“Now, you got somethin’ to say against all this, or are you gonna run back to your compound and tell your man Axton that I better get what I'm owed?”

The man looked terrified and slunk back until the Ghoul had placed his gun back into its holster, then he looked down at you. “You're okay, girl, stand up,” he instructed, and you obeyed him. “C’mon, let's get you back before anything else decides to irritate me.”

You stuck close to the bounty hunter and although you could have easily done that yourself, the fear of seeing people that were under his pay, people that you've seen speaking with him, it caused you to freeze in the moment you needed to be clear-headed. As silly as it seemed, this man who was going to turn you back to where you ran felt like more of a safer option. 

“Mister Bounty Hunter… please, I'd rather not be given back to him…” You said, your expression was sullen. 

“Look, sweetheart, I ain't got much of an option right now, these chems you see me inhalin’? These keep me from goin’ feral, you understand? And that's where the bounty comes in, a man’s gotta survive one way or another. I got more important things to worry about right now, as awful as your situation is.”

You did understand, you wished you could have done something to make both your lives easier, but there was only one way to do that, and it would be easier said than done. Before you spoke up further about it, you felt a hard tug at your ankle and you went flying to the ground. 

You fell hard and let out a yelp, the Ghoul spun around and watched as the man who you both thought retreated had roped you by your ankle and was struggling to completely bind your legs together. You had been thrashing around, kicking and screaming at the man as you landed your foot against his jaw, but he reacted quickly and punched you in return. You were slightly stunned, but you had thrown your bag off your back and reached for the pistol in your pack, then shot him square in the neck. There would be no time wasted, you weren't one to take it lying down anymore. 

The Ghoul had stared at the scene in interest, a smile grew across his face as he walked over and rolled the limp body off your legs. “Well, seems like you're a little killer, huh?” He chuckled and removed his knife from its sheath, then cut you free of your half-tied bindings with one quick thrust of the knife upward. 

“I do what I can to get by, much like yourself,” you said, your voice a little shaky. “Thanks…” You stood up and dusted yourself off, then looked around before you grabbed your bag, gun still in your hand. 

“You're a curious one, you know that?” The Ghoul said, staring over at you. When you didn't answer and only greeted him with a puzzled look, he scoffed. “Had a gun the whole time and you didn't think to use it on me?” 

You looked away and slid your pack on, then you looked back at him. “Told you, I don't got a shot against you.” 

This made him laugh, he let out a belt of laughter and shook his head. “Been on this  planet for over 200 years and yet I can still be surprised.” 

His back faced away from the seemingly dead merc, but you took notice of the movement a little too late. The man lashed out toward the Ghoul, but you leaped at him and pushed him out of the way, your gun still in your hand, but the way the man threw himself had knocked you back. He plunged a knife deep into your shoulder, and you let out a howl of pain.

“Can't wait to see what he does to you, you bi–”

You brought your gun up to his head and blasted him. He dropped heavily into your lap, his blood splattered all over you, the ground, and your gun. 

You were shaking as the Ghoul got you to your feet, but you clung to him as if your life depended on it, you were just so tired of Axton and the bullshit he constantly put you through, and it finally caught up to you. You sobbed as you buried your face against your captor's chest, just wanting to live a life without Axton, but he'd haunt you until one of you died. 

“I'm sorry,” you groaned, the knife still lodged into your shoulder as you bit your lip. “Dammit.” You sniffled, wiped your face, and slid your pack off your shoulder carefully, hoping not to aggravate your wound. 

“Why’d you do that?”

“What, kill him?” You asked in confusion, tears still welling in your eyes while you dug for a stimpack. 

The Ghoul scoffed and looked at you in disbelief. “You pushed me out of the way, you fool,” he admonished. “You ain't got healing like I do, why'd you do somethin’ so stupid?” He placed some pressure on your wound and grabbed the stimpack from your shaking hand. “Breathe in,” he instructed. 

You did as he told you and that's when he administered the stimpack, then you winced at the pain of him pulling the knife out, but immediately holding the wound to slow the bleeding. You looked up at him with a small smile despite all that. “Thanks.”

“Don't pull nothin’ like that again, you hear me?” He began to help you dress the wound as expertly as he could, though he was a tad rusty with having to deal with mortal wounds. 

“What, you'll still get paid regardless. I'm only gonna get worse when I'm back there…” You looked down at the ground and felt the closeness you both shared, but you didn't comment on it. 

He was the first to pull away, but it took him longer than expected. “Come on,” he urged. He had nothing more to say, he had to think. 

More time had passed and you finally stood before the poorly constructed walls of the compound, and you were visibly distraught. “Mister, please,” you said as you turned toward him. You were no longer afraid to release the tears that threatened to fall. “I can't, you saw just a small sliver of what he's capable of, he will beat me senselessly, string me up. I just wanted freedom…” You looked back at the compound and tried your best to remain composed. “What if we take them out? All of them? I know the combination to his safe, I know where everything is stashed, I could help you.”

The Ghoul stood there in silence, listening to your words, words of desperation and bargaining. And as much as he wanted to simply ignore it, he knew he couldn't. Not anymore. You'd stuck your neck out for him, you'd not given him any trouble as he escorted you back, and somehow you managed to grow on him. How, he had no idea, but the sound of killing all these bastards seemed more than satisfactory. Killing them all so they didn't hurt anyone else like you, take their earnings, it all seemed fair, especially after sending someone to take him out and keep the caps for themselves. 

“Even if I were to entertain the idea, sweetheart, there ain't a guarantee you'll make it out of there. I can handle gunshots, you're gonna be a walkin’ corpse riddled with holes.” 

“I know their shifts. I paid attention when I was keeping track of when and who would be where. I can make it happen, I promise. Just please, help me take them down and you can help yourself to whatever you want.” 

The Ghoul looked away from you and brought his attention back to the compound, his eyes stared into the area as he mulled over your words. He let out a sigh, hung his head, and smiled a little. He was going to do this for a smoothie, a human, and for what? Maybe it didn't sit well with him that you took a stab wound for him, that he felt like he owed you for something you didn't need to throw your life on the line for. After what seemed like a good, long while, he turned back to you and sighed. His eyes wandered over your face as he recalled his past, something he tried not to do regularly, and a small smile played at the corner of his mouth. 

Again, he just sighed. “You better come through, you hear?” He warned, his hand raised and his finger pointed at you. “But if anythin’ happens, I ’spose you could call me Cooper…”

Your eyes lit up and you stared at him in awe. “Like…Cooper Howard…?” You gasped and smiled so wide you thought your cheeks would hurt. 

He scoffed. “Yeah, that's me, just don't go tellin’ people, you understand?” 

With a burst of excitement and a lapse in judgment, you threw your arms around him despite feeling the sting of your wound, and you hugged him. He didn't realize how big of a deal this was to you, your heart soared with delight at the news, and it was almost like an old part of your life was here, comforting you in tough times. “Oh, I'm definitely loving our chances now.”

The Ghoul just sighed and patted your shoulder awkwardly, wanting to support you in his change of heart. “I hope I don’t regret this…” he whispered to himself.

The ringing in your ears was causing you to squeeze your eyes closed as you tried to focus on anything other than the sound, but it gradually increased and you did your best to try and remain out of the crossfire as you hid behind one of the walls inside the compound. 

You and Cooper had gotten halfway through the building already, both of you easily working together when it came to taking down the men you knew so well, but you felt nothing except a growing sense of freedom the more men fell. You'd grown up with a lot of them, sure, but none of that mattered once they had begun to follow Axton's orders and put you in harm's way. You wouldn't admit to it, but the satisfaction you felt when they would fall to the ground as they bled out almost was too wicked for you to take any joy in, but deep down, you relished it. 

According to your memory, you and Cooper had taken down about fifteen of them so far, and you only had fifteen– bang– fourteen more to go. Axton would be holed up in his pathetic excuse of a ‘panic room’, which you knew the code to, so he'd be the best to save for last. You peeked around the corner, your pistol in hand as you looked for any more on this floor. 

“I think they're all running up to protect their stash now, they're gonna be crowded in a room on the top floor. Axton would want all his riches to be the top priority, the greedy bastard.” You stepped out and pushed on with the Ghoul right beside you, following your lead as you guided him through the compound. 

“There any coverage between us and that door?” He asked, his gun still raised as he looked over at you. 

“Yeah, there's a double wall up there, no doors,” you replied and paused when you saw someone cowering in the corner. You gasped and ran to that person with a relieved expression. 

“Oh my gosh, Toby?” You knelt beside them and placed a hand on their shoulder. 

Cooper was about to interject, afraid to take up too much time dwelling on checking on survivors, but the person known as Toby looked up at you and their expression was shocked. It was a Ghoul, just like him; not yet feral. Toby smiled and stood up, greeting you with a tight hug. 

“Oh, you're back, you're back! I thought you would have been killed, or worse!” Toby sobbed as they hugged you, pulling you tighter and tighter. 

“Toby, you have to get out of here, go outside the compound, and stay hidden till we come out.”

“You're doing it, aren't you, you're finally taking him down?” The Ghoul looked relieved and terrified, and yet the smile that spread across their face spoke volumes. 

You smiled in return and nodded. “Yeah, Cooper and I are, now come on, go, I'll find you after, okay?” You gave him one last hug and pushed on with Cooper by your side. 

You'd finally made it to the last floor, and you were both greeted with heavy gunfire. You pressed back against the wall with Cooper on the other side, and he looked at you as he counted down on his fingers from five. After it ended, he spun toward the door and just began to blast the mercenaries, all shots landing where they were supposed to. You followed in behind him and tried to keep up, taking down any stragglers with your pistol as you kept it aimed high. Whenever you shot another, they'd look at you in horror, realizing that you were finally fighting back. Some of them seemed to know it would have happened eventually, others seemed betrayed that it was you, but you wore the same expression as you gunned them down. 

Remorseless.

You’d been counting down, naming each one of the men in Axton’s employ as you shot them, remembering their faces, recalling all the times they’d done you wrong. With each bullet put into them, you felt lighter, a heavy burden was released from your shoulders. But you knew you needed to get to your main problem before you would feel any semblance of comfort. But now that you thought about it, you felt comfort being here with Cooper, which was an odd thing to say considering he was there initially to bring you back to this hellhole. But you’d both grown on each other, though he would never admit to it, but you hoped that he would after all was said and done. 

Once the last man had fallen from a shot to his leg, Cooper walked up to him as he crawled away, then stepped on the wound and stepped down hard, and he laughed as the blood came pouring from the wound while the man cried out. The Ghoul didn’t let up as he leaned closer to the man.

“So cowpoke, where’s your boy, Axton, huh?” 

The man who you knew as Luther had looked up, horrified to see the hand cannon he held pointed directly at his face. “L-L-Look, he’s in there,” he pointed to the right where his room had been, “I don’t got nothin’ to do with what he did to her! I swear!”

Cooper looked over at you for confirmation, but you looked away from him, your face filled with unwanted recalled memories. All of his men stood by and turned a blind eye to the things he’d done to you and many others, you wouldn’t soon forget. Cooper turned back to the bleeding man and smirked slyly.

“Seems that she says otherwise, partner, guess it ain’t your lucky day,” he said with a faux frown as he raised the gun to his head and shot without hesitation. He walked back to you and stood beside you, looking at you in silence for a moment. “You ready to take on this son of a bitch?”

You swung your pack around and dug for your box of ammo, filled your gun, and then looked into the Ghoul’s eyes. “I’ve been ready. But you gotta be careful, he’ll have heavy weapons on him, so don’t let him get you off guard.”

“You don’t gotta worry about me, sweetheart, I think I already established that.” He reached a gloved hand toward your face, and it lingered there for a moment as it hovered near your cheek. Cooper decided against it and sighed, then looked back in the direction of the room.

You wondered what he wanted to say to you, but maybe it wasn't something meant for right now, instead, you two had something to deal with. You walked toward the room and typed in the code you distinctly memorized despite not being allowed inside, and the door swung open to reveal Axton with a large turbo Plasma rifle, the only one in his collection. He pointed it directly at you with a smile on his face. 

“Shoulda known it was you,” he scoffed. “After all I gave you here, a place to stay, food to eat, safety?”

“You didn't give me anything other than scars inside and out,” you spat back. “You had this coming, whether it was from me or someone else. You get what you get.”

His eyes darted to the Ghoul and he let out hearty laughter. “Oh, this is even better, what, employing a Ghoul to help you? Always were obsessed with them.”

“They're friends! Toby is my friend!” You yelled and shot off a round straight at him, but he immediately dropped and dodged it before it could hit him. He just laughed at you and shook his head.

“Always were a lousy shot. So, Ghoul, she employed you, promise you that you'd get whatever you want in here?” He waved around the room and scoffed again. “She lied. She ain't shit, and neither are you.”

“Well, actually…” Cooper said with a playful smile on his face, “I was the bounty hunter who planned on turnin’ her in but after seein’ so much of who you are? Gotta hand it to the little lady, I ain't impressed with how this is goin’.”

Axton just laughed and shook his head. “Oh, so you're betraying me, too? Damn, what did she do, give it up to you to get you to change your mind–”

Cooper let off a shot that hit him in the shoulder and blood spurted out, but he didn't go down, not yet. “Better watch your mouth, boy,” he warned. 

Axton groaned but laughed and shook his head. “Oh man, she did, didn't she?! It's all she's good at anyway.”

“Enough!” You screamed out as you began shooting at him, not taking into account that you should have kept a level head of things. You tried to hit him, but he shot the plasma rifle at your feet, which caused you to stumble back and fall on your ass. 

Axton laughed and grabbed a pistol, then aimed at you to finally silence you, but Cooper easily shot it out of his hand, causing it to stumble and fly off somewhere. He ran up on the man and slammed his foot hard into his stomach, and Axton lost his footing and fell. Cooper didn't give him time to recover, instead, he ran up and kicked him again, this time across the jaw. 

Axton let out a yell and spat blood out onto the floor, but he was just laughing, and as he looked back at you, sneering. “You think this is gonna make things better? I own you,” he said as he pointed at you, “and you ain't gonna finish this.”

“She might not, but I will,” Cooper said as he held his hand cannon up to his head. 

“No!” You shouted, your hand reaching out toward him as you stared at the Ghoul. Your face was soft as you looked at him, and sure you hadn't known him long, but the lengths he was going to just to protect you… it meant more to you than you could put into words. you walked up to Cooper, who stared over at you quizzically. “I wanna do it.” 

Axton just laughed again. “You're gonna do it? Better off letting the Ghoul do it.”

You swung your gun around toward him and aimed directly at his forehead as he sat on the ground, trying his best to pick up his pride. “I don't need anyone to do my job for me, Axton, you think I'm weak? But I'm not, I've taken out more of your men than you've taken out bounties. I'm better than you in every way.” 

This got the man howling in laughter as he sat there below you, staring up at your gun. He felt that you wouldn't do a damn thing, and you would just fall for his ways again. You would let him live and he'd take you as his captor once again. “Sure, sweetheart, whatever lies you fed yourself, you can keep on believing them all I know is I'm gonna fucking  kill you–”

Your finger pulled back, the explosion of his head and brain matter splattered everywhere, and his body fell back. No more words, no more threats, no more danger. You stared at the man who once beat you, hurt you, did unspeakable things to you, and you finally felt that weight release from your shoulders. Your body suddenly felt weak, you stumbled and almost fell, but Cooper was there in an instant. His arms enveloped you as he lowered you to the ground so you could take a moment. 

You stared down at him and huffed. “Only he can call me that,” you spat and continued to stare down at him.

Your eyes didn't leave the scene of Axton's decapitated body, it felt too good to be true, like a sick dream that you'd wake up from. But your companion placed a hand on your cheek, pulling your attention away from the gruesome scene and made you face him. There was contentment in the way you looked up at Cooper, a small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you stared up at him. 

“I did that, right?” You asked him in disbelief.

Cooper gave you a small smile. “Yeah, you did ya little killer, c’mon, let’s get you out of here.”

“What about your pay? There are chems too, you’re gonna need those, please, get what you need. I’ll be okay… I’ll sit over here, you grab all of what you can.” You wandered over to the corner and sat down on the floor, away from the large pool of blood slowly making its way around. 

You waited for Cooper to grab all that he could and gathered a large amount of chems, caps, and whatever else he could fit into his pack, then he sauntered up to you and grabbed your hand to pull you to your feet. “Alright then, I got all I could hold, got some for you too, you ready?”

You looked over at him and seemed taken off guard by his question. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, are you comin’ with me or not? Didn’t think you’d wanna stay here.”

Your eyes stared at him for a good while, but you weren’t sure what to say now that you were here, and now you had the opportunity to leave. “Really? You’d want me to go with you?” You asked softly. 

Cooper scoffed and looked off at the destruction you both caused. “I ain’t gonna leave you here alone, sweetheart. Not gonna lie, you’ve grown on me, and as much as I’ve done in this lifetime, I ain’t that much of a monster.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and look around the room, then back at him. “I guess that’s the best choice I could ever ask for, huh?” You asked softly, smiling wide. “So… you really mean it?”

Cooper turned around and shook his head with a smirk. “I mean if you’d rather stay here, then-”

You grabbed him and pulled at his shoulder, causing him to turn to face you. He looked surprised, but his eyes widened when you pulled him into a soft kiss. He didn’t pull away, he just stared at you as you pulled away from him, but you seemed much more reserved now. 

“Sorry… but yeah, let’s get going, if that’s still on the table…”

The Ghoul just laughed and reached up to ruffle your hair. “Well, it ain’t all canned peaches and marmalade up here, but I ‘spose havin’ you as company will lighten it up a little.”

You placed your gun in your pack and sighed as you slipped it over your shoulder, but the smile you wore after kissing Cooper was one that you’d wear for quite a while. “I think I can agree with that.”  

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Unwanted: Chapter 29, Unarmed, Redux - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, manipulation, one last super soldier betrayal.

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: You and Bucky finally have the long-awaited talk.

A/N: Ew, Steve.

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There was a gentle knock on the hospital room door, and Steve stuck his head in. “Hey,” he said softly. “Tony said you were awake. Is it okay if I come in?”

You shared a quick glance at Bucky, who shrugged. “Sure,” you said.

Steve shuffled into the room and stood awkwardly at the end of your bed. “I’m so glad to see you awake, Pocket. You really had us scared there for a minute.” Steve was using his official Captain voice, which immediately put you on edge. Why?

“Why are you acting weird, Stevie?” Bucky asked, and you were glad he also seemed to sense it.

Steve coughed into his fist. “I was, uh, actually hoping I could speak to Pocket alone for a minute, Buck.”

Bucky looked at you, then made a move to get off the hospital bed, but you held your hand out, stopping him. “No, Buck– stay; we’re not done.” You turned back to Steve. “I’m sorry, Steve, but I’m not ready for him to go just yet.”

“Oh, okay… well, I can come back later…” he began, but his manner was so bizarre, he now had you on your guard.

“I’m sure whatever it is you have to say to me, you can say in front of your best friend, Steve,” you said carefully, taking Bucky’s hand again. 

Steve closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “I suppose you’re right, Pocket,” he said after a moment, “considering this concerns him, too.” You and Bucky exchanged a glance, both curious and a little wary of what the captain might have to say.

Steve gripped the bottom railing of your bed, as if relying on it for support. “I owe you both a sincere apology,” he said eventually. “You have to know, it was never my intention for things to go as far as they did; I never meant for you to get hurt, Pocket. You have to believe me.”

You were stunned into silence, not knowing what exactly Steve was referring to, and not sure you wanted to.

Bucky’s eyes widened in realization and he sat up straighter. “You son of a bitch,” he said, catching on to something you obviously hadn’t grasped yet. His entire body tensed up, and he spoke in a tone you’d never heard him use with Steve before– low, and angry. Furious. “I can’t believe you would fucking do that to us. To me. After everything.”

Steve looked down, refusing to meet Bucky’s eye, and you saw his cheeks redden with embarrassment. And shame.

“Uh, maybe it’s the after effects of the anesthesia, or the extensive blood loss, or all the recent head trauma, but, uh, I am not following,” you said, looking between both men. Bucky was staring daggers at Steve now. “What am I missing? What are you apologizing for, Steve?”

Bucky’s jaw was hard, and you could practically feel him grinding his teeth next to you. “You wanna tell her, Rogers, or should I?”

Steve swallowed, then eventually looked back up at you. “I was the one who approved Jade for the Russia mission. I… I made sure that she didn’t get on the Quinjet until it was too late for Bucky to get her off, so that he’d have to take her along.”

“What?!” you practically shouted. “Steve, why would you do that? You saw what happened to Rhodey because of her! Why would you put Bucky in danger like that?!”

“The same reason he put her in the room next door to me, doll,” Bucky said. “And the same reason he insisted I’d be the one to train her, even though I begged him to do it when she started becoming a problem.”

You frowned, not sure what to make of what Bucky was saying. Surely Steve wouldn’t… he couldn’t…

“I didn’t make you do anything, Bucky,” Steve said softly. “I just… manufactured some circumstances. You made your own choices.”

Things were slowly clicking into place for you. “Hold up,” you interjected. “Steve, are you saying you deliberately put Jade in Bucky’s path?” You looked at him, waiting for a response, but his silence and avoidance of your eyes was answer enough. “Why would you do that, Steve?” you asked, suspecting you already knew, yet not wanting to believe.

“When Bucky and I were younger,” Steve began, continuing to avoid your gaze, “back in the ‘30s and ‘40s, Bucky never stayed with one girl for very long. Didn’t want to settle down, commit himself.” Steve sighed and you felt Bucky tense up beside you. “He never meant to break anyone’s heart, but it still happened, all the same. When the two of you got together, I knew it was only going to be a matter of time… before he got… bored, and moved on.”

“Now listen here, you fucking punk,” Bucky began, moving to stand. You put a hand on his thigh, urging him to stay seated.

“Let him talk, Buck,” you said calmly, much more calmly than you actually felt. “I want to hear what he has to say.”

The look Bucky gave you was pained, as though he was terrified you were buying into Steve’s excuses. Steve seemed to think so, as well, because he continued, seemingly emboldened: “I couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt like that,” he went on. “I thought it would be better, for the both of you, if you realized it sooner, rather than later, when you’d both gotten in too deep, that it just wasn’t meant to work out between you.”

You gaped at him, speechless, while Bucky clenched and unclenched his fists beside you. “When you got shot, Pocket, when I saw how Bucky reacted to the idea of losing you, I… I realized his feelings for you were the real thing, that I never should have meddled. Not only did I help set you up for needless heartbreak, but I put you in danger. And I’m sorry.”

“You’re full of shit,” Bucky said, standing up now. He walked over to Steve, poking him in the chest.  “You can pretend you were doing it out of the goodness of your heart all you want, but I know better. I know you. What was your endgame, huh? Swoop in and play the white knight? Be a shoulder for Pocket to cry on until she was vulnerable enough to give into you?”

Steve swallowed thickly, and you could hear the unspoken answer in it. Yes.

“I never meant for you to get hurt,” Steve said, looking to you with pleading eyes. “You have to believe me.”

“You have no idea what you’ve done!” Bucky shouted at Steve. “What you cost her, us!” He shoved Steve backward with both hands, and Steve took it. “She almost died– twice! She got shot, she lost our baby, all because of shit you helped put in motion! I don’t know how I can ever forgive you, man!”

“You’re not innocent in this, Bucky–” Steve began, and then realization overcame him. “Wait– what do you mean, ‘lost your baby?’” He looked to you. “Pocket, you were pregnant? Bucky was the father?”

This was too much. “Get out, Steve,” you said quietly, with no emotion in your voice.

“Pocket, I–” Steve tried, but you interrupted him. “I said ‘get out,’” you reiterated. “You may be my captain, but you and I? We can’t ever be friends again. Not after something like this.”

Steve looked distraught. “But you can forgive him?” he asked, jerking a thumb toward Bucky. “He fucked her, and you’re gonna let that slide?” 

“Language, Steve,” you said mechanically, almost as if automated. “And whether or not I forgive Bucky is none of your business. All you need to concern yourself with is that I don’t forgive you. Now, please; get out. I can’t stand to look at you.”

“Pocket, please–” Steve tried one last time, but Bucky started backing him up toward the door.

“She said ‘out,’ Rogers.” Bucky said, holding the door open. “And if you don’t want me wiping the floor with your ass, I suggest you do as she asks.”

With a final, forlorn look in your direction, Steve Rogers turned and exited the hospital room.

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Do you think it would be possible for me to request Ganondorf x masculine hyrulian readerwith size difference + whatever other kinks you wish to add?

I adore reading your fics for those of us who use masculine, nonbinary, and neopronouns! So far, I've probably read almost all of them, and look forward to what ideas you have in mind for this! Thank you for such a wonderful set of stories!

Of course that's possible! I'm quite the fan of size differences myself, especially with our Great Demon King~

Thank you for your kind words, guest! It's an honor to serve this community.

Title: A Hylian's Fantasy

Characters: Ganondorf x m!reader

Contains: size difference, roleplay, restraints, fingering, slight degradation,

Fandom: Legend of Zelda

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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It was times like these that you forgot just how terrifyingly tall the Demon King was.

The demon king had destroyed your tent, having ripped the shelter from its stakes and tossing it aside. You were lucky to escape the crumpled fabric just in time, quickly standing to your feet with sword in hand.

Now you stood just some feet away from him, your hand clenching tightly to your sword as the other gripped the steel shield. You weren't sure how he found you or why he was even after you.

"I see you found me," you stated, getting into fighting stance. "Care to explain why you're always on my ass?"

"How vulgar." Ganon chuckled darkly, not even fearing you. "Not even a 'hello?'"

"Not unless you explain why you've been tailing me!" At least the few times he's spotted you, you've managed to make an escape, but this time, it seemed like he wanted to fight.

"Do you really think I owe you any explanation?" Ganon tilted his head, looking down at you both literally and figuratively. "You are a nothing pesky Hylian, but I simply require your services for something."

"Could have stated that before..." you huffed, not once faltering your stance. "But as if I'd work with you!"

"Oh my dear..."

"...it's not about working with me." You didn't realize he had moved behind you. You whirled around only to realize just where he stood. Your head ended up just below his chest, and you had to crane your neck up just to see his face. You were about to jump back when the flat of his blade kept you still.

"Come, let's take a little walk."

---

Ganon led you back to an enemy enclosure, one that was gussied up more like a shelter than a hideaway. He fastened a set of shackles on your wrists behind your back after taking your items, leaving you with nothing but the basic attire you wore.

"Gh...so...what's the Demon King need with a 'pesky Hylian' like me?" you asked, adjusting to the restraints."

"Oh it's quite simple, really. There's actually something...special about you." Ganon tilted your head up, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Yes...very special."

You shook your head away, glaring at him.

Ganon merely chuckled, setting himself on the cot that resided in the shelter. He beckoned you over, and though hesitating, you stepped over. He reached for you, grabbing and setting you on his lap. Despite the both of you sitting up, you still felt small compared to him. His form was massive, and you straddling him felt like an accomplishment given your shorter stature. One of his large hands caressed your body, slowly slipping down to the hem of your pants.

"See...I think you'd be perfect as a new...toy for me~" At his words, his hand slipped in, past your boxers as well, and gripped one of your cheeks.

You gasped as red tinted your face, writhing lightly. "A-As if I'd ever--!"

"Ah ah ah...you haven't even given it a chance~" One of his fingers carefully worked its way into your ass, making you gasp and rest yourself on his chest. His fingers were larger than average, and you swore it felt like someone shoved their dick in you straight away. You moaned softly once he began to move, body subconsciously rocking against his finger. "Ah see~? And you almost didn't want it~"

It honestly felt too good to pass up, not to mention with how pent up you were. You welcomed his finger, even urging him for more.

"P-Please...~ J-Just a little more~"

If one finger wasn't enough for you, then two it'll be. Ganon added a second, steadily thrusting them. You practically bounced against his fingers, burying your face into his neck to muffle your moans. He kept this up for a moment until he deemed you ready, carefully taking his fingers out of your ass to literally rip your pants off your body, tearing them at the seams. Though you didn't seem to mind, for you knew what was about to come.

After a small bit of maneuvering, Ganon's cock sprang from his bottoms, pressing flush against your ass. It was enough to get you to sigh out, teasing it with gentle hip gyrations.

"My...someone is quite needy, isn't he?" Ganon teased, lifting you up to position you over his cock.

You shuddered at the fact he could lift you with ease, but again, you didn't mind. Your mind was too blissed out to even care at the moment. In fact, you were begging him to fill you.

How could he deny such an adorable, broken man? Well he spared no second, pulling you down while thrusting up at the same time, filling you to the brim. You arched back, broken moans filling the air as Ganon could clearly see the bulge forming from your stomach. He chuckled at the sight.

"Such a mess you are now~ Look at you~" Without wasting another moment Ganon began to move, thrusting at a steady speed as to not break you so soon.

Ganon was a lot but nothing you couldn't handle, or rather, you would be made to handle it, but not that you were complaining. His cock filled and stretched you so much, you didn't have a single complaint. It felt so heavenly, so blissful. At this point, you'd gladly be a toy for him.

"G-Ganon~!!"

"That's it, that's a good boy~ You're taking my cock so well for a worthless little Hylian~"

You found yourself once again resting on his chest, unable to form proper thoughts from the feeling of him stretching you open so wide. All you could do was call for him, call for the Demon King and tell him how good he felt deep inside of you.

Your chanting and praise seemed to really aid him, as he could feel himself about to cum very soon.

"Come on~ Just like that~ Cum with me~"

You didn't need to be told twice, as when he ordered it, you came with a muffled shriek, your body quaking against him.

---

The two of you laid on the cot after cleaning up. Your shirt was a mess so you had borrowed a portion of Ganon's top wear, but that didn't mean much as you laid on top of him under the blankets.

"So...did that satisfy all your little fantasies?" Ganon asked, rubbing your back in a soothing way.

You nodded tiredly, snuggling into your king. "It was perfect~"

The two of you had had this planned out for some time. You were a traveler that Ganon sought after, and he'd do anything in his power to make sure you were his.

"Though you fell a little to easily~" Ganon teased.

"Oh hush." You gave him a light hit to the chest. "How could I not with how big your fingers are~?"

Ganon simply gave a soft chuckle before rubbing your head. "Rest up. We'll get home later."

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[inklessletter]

Is it chill that you're in my head ('cause I know that it's delicate)

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Steve Harrington has a lot to be thankful for, and he owes his friends almost everything he is at the age of nineteen. He has learnt about humility, self-criticism, tolerance and kindness. He's the best version of himself so far. He has rebuilt himself a few times now thanks to his friends, and there's nothing he can do to express his gratitude but to be as attentive as humanly possible. He doesn't wait for Dustin to ask him to take him to whatever nerdy camp he's going that summer when he's offering to take him across the state; he doesn't expect Lucas to give him a ticket for his next game because he's already bought one; he's front row at any gig of Robin's band; he's at The Hideout on Tuesdays to see Eddie; he shows up to Max's almost daily to help her with her recovery exercises; he offers his place to whatever event, doesn't matter if it's a Hellfire occasional session or Erica's unicorn theme birthday party. It. Doesn't. Matter. Whatever they want, if it's in Steve's power, he'll provide.

And he's happy. He's content with that.

Glad to be of service.

It doesn't really sting that Dustin does not hug him after leaving for three full weeks, or that he doesn't send the postcard he said he'd send. Steve's sure he must have been really busy.

If Lucas glances at him after the game and waves, but doesn't stop to say hello, it's okay. He's been that age, he wants to be with his friends to celebrate.

If after every band concert Robin has this chance to go with Vickie and the others (but especially Vickie) to have a milkshake, he's not going to be upset because good for her. You rock, Robin. She'll tell him all about it later, probably.

If Eddie's bandmates don't like Steve enough to actually spend more than half a beer with him after every concert until Steve makes up an excuse to flee, I mean, maybe he was a jerk to them back in high school. He doesn't remember them, though, but he didn't remember Robin either, so.

If Max only grunts and gets half mad at Steve for forcing her to do her recovery exercises, that's fine, because she's been through so much, she deserves to be cranky. It's not personal.

And if it is not personal the kids not thanking him after the rides, or the parties, or the Hellfire sessions at Steve's (to which he had bought snacks and soft drinks), it makes no sense for Steve to be a little bit hurt. It is not personal, it is not intentional, and Steve owes them so much. They deserve to be spoilt.

It is okay.

It really is.

So, when after one of Eddie's concerts, the metalhead offers Steve to bail and go somewhere else, it's new. Yeah, Steve can do new.

"Are your bandmates going to join us?" Steve asks, beer can in hand, sitting on a bench.

"Nah, I doubt so. We kinda, uh, had a disagreement."

"Yeah? What happened?" Steve jumped in helpful mode way too quickly.

"They were being assholes."

Steve looked away. "Is that so? Were they mean to you?"

"Nop. They were mean to you. So I told them to go fuck themselves."

Steve froze. "You didn't have to do that. I know they don't like me, it's okay. They're not exactly subtle."

"Yeah, Gareth's a bitch when he wants to. And that is, uh, most of the time. And yes, I did have to do that. You've been real supportive showing up to every gig, y'know? I appreciate that. And stayin' after."

And there it was. Steve gulped and the hidden smile faltered when he felt the heavy knot in his throat.

"And so, I realized that we don't spend enough time together. I know it's not ideal I got this conclusion because my friends are absolute jerks, but, yeah. Let's do whatever you want, Steve."

Whatever he wanted?

"Whatever I want?" What the fuck.

"Yeah. What do you do? I mean, apart from being a good friend and stroll around being painfully handsome and shit, what do you do? Do you play a ball game? Read books? Chess? Bowling? If it's any sports, please, remember I wear leather, and I have a reputation to—Steve? You okay, man?"

Steve was far from okay. Steve was listening to Eddie rambling about possible hobbies and Steve was sitting there noticing he almost answered the first question with "I drive the kids around." He was realizing at that moment that he couldn't recall when it was the last time he did something for him. And what was it? He used to have hobbies, didn't he?

He loved swimming, but he hasn't swum in ages. He had intended to take Lucas to play basketball some other time, but Lucas wasn't available. He—well, he liked movies. But he was easygoing, and Robin usually told him that he had to educate him, so he hasn't picked a movie to watch in a very long time.

And those thoughts must have been leaked through Steve's expression, because Eddie was now in front of him looking at him directly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm—I'm fine. It's just—"

The knot in his throat made it difficult to talk. He was faltering.

"To be fair, I don't have any hobbies."

"Uh-huh."

"I really don't." Steve looked at Eddie, who was gazing back at him with a deeply dramatic expression of incredulity.

"So, you're telling me that all you do is be a good friend and be handsome. I don't buy it."

Steve laughed a bit, and the knot seemed to ease a little, but now his hands were slightly shaking.

"I mean, I used to have hobbies when I was a kid, but not anymore."

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? I'm an adult now, I don't have time!"

"I'm an adult now. I'm literally older than you and I run a D&D club and play in a metal band."

"Well, maybe you organize your schedule better, I don't know."

"Ok, let's say it's a matter of organization. What would you like to do?"

"Are  you serious right now?"

"Yes!"

"Come on—"

"Steve—"

"I don't know! I don't know, okay? I have no clue what I'm into, I—I can't really—I'm just—it's fine if we do whatever you want, Eddie, really."

It wasn't fine. There were a few seconds of silence, but they fell after that in an easy conversation about music, and then they talked about the brats, and then they took another beer. It wasn't bad or awkward, Eddie had the superpower of making interesting any place he was in, but Steve felt uneasy after that conversation.

When he came back home at almost two in the morning, he realized that he didn't know basic stuff about himself, such as what he did like. He didn't recognise himself in the mirror. He got lost somewhere in rebuilding himself; he couldn't even remember who he was, beyond the lingering feeling of shame of his past self.

He cried himself to sleep.

Eddie started showing up unannounced, and Steve found himself enjoying his company. Eddie suggested different shit to do every day. "Let's go to the movies, you pick", "hey, some friends play tonight at a pub, it's not metal, I swear", "I brought these board games, maybe you like them", "wanna go play pool?", and stuff like that. Steve agreed easily to anything Eddie proposed.

He liked Eddie before, but after Steve realized that Eddie was actively trying to find whatever Steve loved, a warm swarm of butterflies settled in Steve's stomach with no intention to leave. It's not like Steve hasn't questioned his sexuality before, especially after knowing Robin's, but this new dynamic with Eddie made it really easy for him to acknowledge that he wasn't fully straight. Eddie made him feel warm, and safe, and cradled, every single time. And that was also absolutely frightening.

That day, Eddie had suggested staying home and baking a chocolate cake. It was the first time Steve actually asked if it was okay to leave the TV on, he wanted to watch the basketball game. While baking, Steve cheerfully told Eddie about the rules, and the strategies, and the teams, and that this was a final. Eddie actively listened, asking for some demonstrations of some things Steve explained, like a dunk, and Steve would use some dough and Eddie's arms in a circle position to actually demonstrate. The kitchen was so messy, it never stood a chance, but Eddie had never seen Steve laugh so freely, so sincerely.

The cake was in the oven, the kitchen smelled so good, and Steve and Eddie were cleaning the absolute disaster they've made. Steve's cheeks were a little pink.

"I'm gonna remember this", Eddie said.

"Hm?"

"This, as in baking and basketball. We should do it again."

Steve bit his smile, and focused on cleaning the countertop. The butterflies in his stomach were rioting.

"There's a game every week, you know."

"It works for me."

The week went agonizingly slow until the next game night. He had considered telling Robin about his feelings, but he wanted to keep it in a little bit longer, a little bit before speaking it out and it becoming real. A thing to deal with.

Just one more date.

The knock in Steve's front door stirred up the butterflies. Eddie was here already, it was game night.

When Steve opened the door there was not only Eddie, but the whole gang.

"Steve! We're baking carrot cake and cheesecake today!" Dustin shouted, lifting a bag with groceries. The kids said hi coming into Steve's house. Some went to the kitchen, some others were looking for the game on the TV. Still in the front door, Eddie smiled at Steve.

"What's going on?"

"See, I was hanging out with the gremlins at Hellfire a few nights ago and I might have told them you were into game night and baking, and they all wanted to come."

Steve was speechless.

"But why?"

Eddie grinned, full heartedly.

"I have the impression that the brats want to be part of your life, too. I might even dare to say they—we love you, Steve", Eddie's voice was low, and his gaze was fully pinned to Steve's eyes.

Steve smiled, shaky.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," Eddie said.

There were a few seconds of silence, leaning faces, full of smiles and flustered cheeks.

"Come on, Stevie. The game is starting and there are unsupervised kids in a room where they can easily make a fire," Eddie said, closing the door, and taking Steve by the hand towards the kitchen.

Oh, butterflies, have mercy on him.

#stranger things #fic #ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie

[boytoyhalo]

Your Selkie au is super compelling! Plus you are a very good writer. A question, will you ever go into more detail about Pac's previous captive situation? I'm very interested in how you will adapt Fuga's lore into your au. ( Specially bc of Cell and Cellbit stuff)

I'M SO SO SO LATE BUT IM USING FITPAC WEEK DAY 3 (WHICH IM ALSO LATE FOR) AS AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY, FINALLYYYYY GET THIS POSTED THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO'S AN ENJOYER OF THIS AU I PROMISE IT ISN'T ABANDONED IVE JUST BEEN IN AN END OF YEAR SLUMP

selkie au snippet #4 (i think) || T || slash (ambiguous) || @fitpacweek day 3 (belated its actually day 4) AU day!!!

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"Can I ask you somethin' personal?"

Pac paused, hand suspended halfway towards the checkerboard that was currently serving as him and Fit's way of passing the long hours up in the lamp room of the lighthouse. He kept his eyes on the round piece he was holding as he deliberated on how to answer, sure that if he met Fit's gaze his face would give away his nervousness; "personal" could mean a wide range of topics, most of which would spell disaster for Pac and his poorly constructed web of secrets. He slowly placed the piece in it's spot on the board, fighting to keep his voice even as he responded.

"Mmm, you can ask, yeah. I might not answer, but you can ask." Fit hummed bemusedly, absently flipping his own game piece between his fingers and he contemplated his next move.

"What happened to your leg?" Pac's breath caught in his throat, and Fit rushed to continue, "It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it, I get it. I just- I mean, you've probably figured out how I lost my arm, right?" Pac looked up at the familiar, mechanical clacking of the veteran's stiff wooden fingers flexing in and out of their open position, eyes involuntarily darting to the gnarled pink scarring that crawled from under his collar and up to the side of his head. He quickly returned his gaze to the board, face reddening a little in shame. Thankfully though, Fit seemed far from offended. "Heh, it's okay, I know. It's pretty obvious. And besides, you're a smart man. I'd be surprised if you hadn't assumed correctly. Me though - I'm just brawn, I don't have a whole lotta brainpower up in this thing." He knocked his fake knuckles lightly against his temple, a light smile on his face. "So if you are okay with me knowing, you're gonna need to tell me."

A small, nervous laugh bubbled it's way out of Pac's chest, his face properly flushed now in a mix of embarassment and flattery. "Don't - don't say that about yourself Fit, you're smart! Smarter than me, probably-" He cleared his throat, redirecting his focus to the topic at hand (ha.) "I can tell you, I don't mind. It's just a, it's a tough topic, you know? I need to get my head in the right place." Fit nodded easily like he understood, which Pac supposed he did at least somewhat.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." The selkie chuckled a bit, tracing the edges of the paneled glass walls that surrounded them as he considered the best way to talk around the subject; he knew, or at least had decided, that he owed it to Fit to give him some semblance of the truth. After all, they had been growing steadily closed for months now and yet Fit knew so little about his life. Which was out of necessity, or course, but his friend had been so kind and so patient with him, never demanding more information than he was given. Pac needed - no, he WANTED to let him in as much as he reasonably could. He deserved it.

"I..." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling himself to sort through the painful, tangled memories and hoping he would be able to hold himself together. He starts at the beginning, where he won't have to omit too much of the truth, though if anything that makes it harder to talk about. "Mike and I were on a merchant ship off the coast of São Paulo that was attacked by axis submarines a few years back." Fit winced sympathetically, patiently waiting for him to continue as he picked his next words. "We avoided the worst of the blast, but... Mike was in really bad condition, and I had to hang onto him with one arm and a piece of the wreck with the other while I waited for help to come. By the time someone found us, I was too tired and too um- too relieved to realize that we were being taken as prisoners and not as refugees."

It was all technically true so far, just with some important details omitted: like how they were only on the ship in the first place because their pelts were being imported as merchandise by a fisherman who believed himself to be incredibly lucky, and how they weren't taken as prisoners of war as Fit was no doubt assuming. Pac fails to suppress a shudder as he remembers the smug, taunting grin of the man that stood above him on the deck of his supposed refuge, two familiar seal pelts clutched in his meaty fists.

"I'm so sorry you went through that, Pac. You don't have to keep-" Pac cuts him off, already committed to opening up.

"No, I want to tell you. We," He clears his throat again, pushing down the memories of too-small tanks full of too-salty water, of needles and IV drips and white lab coats and pencils scratching on clipboards as he writhed in pain. "We woke up in some sort of facility, I'm not sure where exactly? I think the men who had us were European but that's all I remember, it's all blurry you know? And that's where we met Cellbit and Felps actually-" The image of frenzied black eyes claws its way to the front of his mind against his will, but he can't help a small smile at Fit's attentiveness as his eyebrows raise in intrigue, the checkerboard between them completely forgotten.

"Anyway, we were there for- months, I think. And long story short Cellbit ended up, um. He tried to- to eat my leg off?" It comes out sounding uncertain, Pac having realized there was no way to say it that wouldn't raise more questions. Sure enough, Fit's mouth drops open.

"Wait he- He tried to eat you?"

"Not- it wasn't- aaaaugh, he wasn't himself ok? They were- they were cruel to us, and they injected him with these drugs that made him all crazy and violent and they kinda just. Let him do it? It wasn't his fault, is what I'm saying." Fit looks disturbed, although significantly less so than Pac would expect from most people. He supposes bearing witness to the horrors of war would give you a higher tolerance to this sort of thing.

The thing is, it really wasn't Cellbit's fault. He had been there the longest of any of them, starved and beaten and forced through their cruel experiments since he had been a teenager. He was angry and desperate and hungry, and it was pure bad luck that Pac had happened to be the closest to him when the "researchers" had decided to test the effects of whatever combination of steroids they had injected him with. The ghost of his leg twinges in pain as it remembers the feeling of sharp teeth tearing through it's flesh.

"Wait so did Cellbit..." Fit hesitates, like he can't quite put together what he means to ask. "So he, bit your leg off? but how does that even-" He's interrupted by Pac giggling, and after a moment he joins in quietly with a confused laugh of his own.

"No, no he- he just did enough damage that the sci- that the jailers had to amputate it. And it wasn't that bad honestly, I mean, they weren't kind enough to knock me out before they started sawing but at least I didn't die!" His amusement at Fit's horrified reaction to his nonchalance almost drowns out the echoes of grief that his heart sounds for one of his fellow prisoners who hadn't been so lucky. Pac puts on a wide grin, forcing himself to perk up from his slumped posture. "So anyway, that's the story! Pretty cool don't you think?" Fit sputters a shocked laugh.

"Pretty- Yeah, sure, Pac. That's- *cough*- that's cool, yeah." It's a joke, obviously, but warmth washes over him anyway at the way that Fit lets him control the weight of the conversation like always. He wouldn't be able to handle trying to talk about his past seriously, and he's grateful to whatever higher power may or may not exist for bringing him Fit, who not only cares but understands despite being a human, and who always without fail meets him wherever he needs to be at. Pac doesn't know what he did to deserve a friend like him. "So, okay," Fit's voice snaps him out of the appreciative haze he had fallen into. "How did you guys get out? Were you released, or rescued, or..." He trails off, eyes imploring him to go on. Pac feels his face light up at the opportunity to discuss his favorite part of the tale - the only part, he likes, really.

"Oh, you're not gonna believe it. It was Richas! He actually saved us!"

"What?" Fit exclaims in elated disbelief.

"Yeah! So ok - they were keeping him prisoner too, but he was just a baby, like a, a toddler right? And the guards that were assigned to him treated him like their own kid-" Minus the horrible inhumane experimentation, of course. "- and he somehow, he figured out how to use their sympathy to get them to tell him where they kept all their keys," - and all the pelts - "and then managed to convince them to let him play with us alone. So he came to me and Mike and told us, so we told him to steal us some guard uniforms and figure out where the breaker box was, and after some planning and waiting for the right time we were able to escape by having him shut off the power and filing out with the rest of the guards! Mike wanted it to just be the three of us but I told him we weren't leaving the others behind." For all the suffering they had been put through it had honestly been comically easy - the facility they were at was small and not well guarded, probably funded independently considering that if any powerful government had proof of the selkies' existence everyone including the scientists would have been in a much bigger mess - the world was already at war, Pac doubted anyone was eager to add another variable to the conflict.

Fit crosses his arms and sits back, nodding in amazement. "Huh, so little Richarlyson is a hero! That's crazy"

"What, you don't believe me?" Pac shouts in mock offense.

"No no no I believe you! That kid is a fighter, I know it. So you guys all just stuck together after that? What about Bagi and Forever?"

"Ah, so- Bagi and Cellbit, they're brothers, or uhm- they're brother and sister, yes? And Bagi had been searching for Cellbit since he was taken, and somehow she ended up at the place we were being kept just a few days after we escaped, and she was able to track us from there. She's crazy smart, Cellbit and her both are. And Forever," Well, truthfully, Forever had just swam up to their pod and started playing with Richas one day while they were searching for a new home, and then the two had become inseparable so he just... stuck around. But Pac wasn't sure how to spin that into something that sounded reasonable for a human family, so he just went with "Forever just showed up one day and wouldn't leave." Fit laughed again at that, and this time Pac laughed with him.

It felt unbelievably good to tell Fit about his story like this, even with parts of it changed. Still, he wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth of what he was - he almost did, right then and there, swayed by the sound if his laughter and the mirth in his eyes. But, he reminded himself, that had to be a family decision; it wasn't just his secrets at stake. It was all of them, and as much as he loved trusted Fit and would be happy to gamble his own safety on that trust, he wasn't willing to risk his whole family.

...But, it would be so much easier if he could just say the whole truth. He wonders if Fit would react with the same attentiveness and amazement he gave to Pac's storytelling.

The rest of the day passed with little more of note, mostly filled with idle chit chat and card games. As Fit tries to teach him how to play Kings on the Corners for the third time, Pac finds himself thinking about how much Fit was changing his life without even realizing. A few months ago, Pac had never wanted or even tolerated human company that wasn't absolutely necessary. But now, he couldn't imagine not having the veteran around to occupy his time. In fact, when Fit had taken his first two-week relief back on shore after two months of service, Pac had felt inescapably lonely even when surrounded by his pod. Not even Richas, who had also been upset over the Ramon's absence, had been able to completely cheer him up. And while Pac's always been somewhat fascinated by humans, and had enjoyed watching the previous lighthouse keepers as they went about their work, he had never found himself as interested by any of it as he does when it comes to Fit.

"What is it?" Fit's voice snaps him out of it yet again, cards abandoned as he looks at him curiously. "You're staring."

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing! Just thinking about Richas and Ramon - what do you think they're up to?"

"They should still be hanging out with Cellbit, right? They're probably doing puzzles or something." Fit looks at the clock over on the left side off the room. "It's almost six, Bad should be here soon to take over for the night. Do you want to go join them and I can catch up?"

"Um-" Pac flusters, face heating up slightly. He's not sure why the emotional exhaustion of talking about losing his leg is what's bringing all these revelations to his mind, but he can't seem to pull his thoughts away from how much he appreciates the man in front of him. Which.... "Yeah, I think I'll go find them now! I'll see you soon?" Fit nods.

"Sounds good, Pac. I'll see you in a little bit." With a nod back at him, Pac shuffles out the door and makes his way down the tower. Instead of going to find Cellbit and the children, however, he beelines straight to the rocks where his pelt is stashed and hastily wraps himself in it's familiar comfort, sliding into the water before his limbs have even finished morphing into flippers. Surely a nice, solo swim is what he needs to clear his head.

...If only he could take Fit with him.

#stumbles out of the drafts covered in blood #my ass is gonna be late for every single fitpac week prompt at this point cuz dawg why did this take me like 5 hours to get done #anyway. i hope you like it. scream at me in the tags if u like it #ps i have begun outlining and drafting the full fic of this au #most of these blurbs probably wont be in it in full tho just for the sake of not making it 10billion words long #fitpac #selkie au #fitpac week

[bite-sized-devil]

Piggy Back Rides

You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.

Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.

Warnings: None! It's some fluffy fluff. GN! Reader.

Satan

Truly, you didn't want to bother him. That's what you told yourself as you crept up behind the the chair he was currently sitting in.

He looked so engrossed in the book he was reading, what you were planning surely should be a crime. Oh well, you were in a mood and it's always fun to tease Satan.

On tippy-toes you continue on your path of annoyance. Ever so slowly you reach your hands out ready to pounce on him.

"MC, I know you're there." He says without so much as a peep in your direction.

"Boooo Satan, you're no fun." Pouting as you say it.

Your hands still stay the course, connecting with his broad shoulders then sliding down across his chest as you lean in to look over his shoulder.

"I apologise, next time I'll pretend I don't notice when you enter a room." He teases you as he turns a page. He's acting to unfazed by your close proximity but you know you felt his breath hitch when you started sliding your hands across his chest.

Rolling your eyes you remove your hands from around his chest and move to stand in front of him with your hands on your hips.

"First of all, as if you could. Secondly I have a better idea of how you can repay me for ruining my practical joke." You say as you bend down so your face is level with his.

"Hah, ok sure. What do you have in mind?" He quirks his eyebrow as he finally looks up at you. Closing his book, and giving you his full attention.

"A PIGGYBACK RIDE!" You yell excitedly, eyes closing as you smile at him.

He's glad you closed your eyes when you hit him with that smile, it's giving him an extra minute to compose himself. Fuck, you're cute. He hates the idea of owing anyone but he'd be happy to owe fate one for sending you to him.

When you open your eyes you see a bored expression, but the slight pink tint to his cheeks gives him away. You know he secretly loves it when you annoy him, that's why you sought him out.

"Let's go Satan, I can even read to you while I'm on your back so you don't have to miss out on the exciting part of your book." Reaching out you grab his free hand and start tugging on it

"Hey! No spoilers MC. But fine I can give you a piggy back if that is what you wish." He gets up at the same time you give a particularly strong yank on his arm.

You squeak as you start to fall backwards, but a strong arm reaches around and catches you, pulling you back against his hard frame.

"Have you always been this clumsy? Or is it for my benefit?" He chuckles and lets you go once you are steady on your feet.

"Hmm maybe a bit of both actually, I kind of like having your arm around me." You flash him a sly smile, but he misses it as he turns his back to you a little to quickly.

"Just get on will you." He says sounding exasperated, he shakes his head and crouches down for you. You think maybe your teasing has gone to far until you see how red is ears have become. Nope, he's just trying to hide his reddening face from you.

Placing your hands on his shoulders you jump up and wrap your thighs around his waist. One of his hands come down to grip your leg, holding you in place, while the other holds his book out to you waiting for you to grab it.

"Page 152, please." Is all he says when you take the book from him and he grabs your other leg with his now free hand. Hoisting you up further on his back before he begins to walk towards the door to the library.

You begin to read, smiling softly as you feel his appreciative hum vibrate through your chest almost like a purr.

Satan takes his time carrying you home, you are unaware but he's circled the same block 3 times already. He doesn't want this time with you to end just yet, loving the feeling of having you pressed against him.

Your voice as you read to him is so sweet, he's going to have to reread this chapter when he's alone because he can't seem to concentrate.

How your free hand keeps rubbing circles on his chest only to stop and grip his shirt when you get to a particularly exciting part of the book.

The way your breath keeps tickling the side of his neck. Making him glad he's wearing his jacket or you'd be able to see the goosebumps that keep raising on his arms.

Feeling you giggle against his back when you find something amusing in the words you're reading. He thought hearing your cute giggle was hard enough, but feeling you loose yourself a little is driving him mad.

You come to the end of the chapter at the same time Satan announces you've arrived.

"Oh, that worked out well!" You say as you hop down from his back. He "mn's" in response. He secretly hopes you don't think it too suspicious how 'well' it really turned out. He was a little concerned you hadn't wondered why it took so long to get here. But not so concerned that he wanted to voice it.

You open the door and start to walk inside, getting halfway up the stairs before you turn back to him.

"Satan... Can we finish the book in your room... Together?" Flashing him another one of your dazzling smiles when the last word leaves your lips. How could he ever refuse you?

"Of course MC."

You slip your hand in his as he meets you on the stairs. His fingers tighten against yours, feeling the blush bloom on his cheeks. He doesn't turn away this time. He lets you see it as you both walk to his room.

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[merakiui]

Hello!!! I've been following you for a while, but this is my first ask >.< but I saw your friends with benefits dialog post and couldn't help thinking of reader being in a fwb situation with any of the octotrio (I personally like to think jade) with the dialog from reader being "i didn't know who else to call. you're all i've got right now." I like to think the octotrio are very protective, especially if they have developed feelings for the reader. Like, imagine that there is some dude that just won't leave reader alone and they don't feel safe. Just the thought of them taking us in and taking care of our "problem" has me orz

o o o o oo oooo overprotective Jade........ this is such a good thought, anon!!

(fwb dialogues)

When you see him, it's like the snow has melted away and flowers have sprung from cold, cracked earth. Jade Leech is, by all accounts, the last person you'd ever want to see after your inadvisable run-ins with him, but he's reliable. A little too reliable, admittedly. He looks like he rushed to get here, his coat buttoned haphazardly and his hat placed crookedly on his head. It's hard to believe the always-patient, ever-so-perfect Jade could forget to uphold that façade after your brief phone call.

For a short while, the both of you stare at the other. A frigid breeze blows between you, and you push past the few passersby on the pathway to reach him. He's in the process of saying something, but it's your arms thrown around him that abruptly cut him off. Relieved tears gather in your eyes, and you hold on tightly.

"I... I didn't know who else to call. You're all I've got right now," you whisper into his wool coat. "Sorry. I know you're busy."

Jade's arms close around you in reciprocation. "I'll always make time for you."

You're not used to this treatment. Neither is he. You've only ever known surface-level physicality. Emotions have always been shelved in favor of indulging in fleeting, present-day pleasures. You never go any deeper than you must.

Tonight's different.

Still reeling, nerves frazzled, you relay the story in a shaky mumbling. "I went to dinner with a classmate and we were only going to talk about the semester project, but then he started... It just got weird and I hid in the bathroom, and I had no idea what to do. Without thinking I called you and you answered and... And—"

Jade rubs soothing circles into your back. His touch is soothing, grounding you in the moment. It smooths out all of the icky feelings you'd previously been at war with, replacing every frightened imagining with something bright and beautiful.

"There's no need to push yourself. I understand the story well enough."

"Thanks..." You sniffle and slowly draw away, patting his coat for good measure. "For coming, I mean. I really didn't think you would."

Jade frowns. "I wouldn't ignore you in your time of need."

"Yes, you would—" You stop yourself. He's never once left a message on read. He always returns missed phone calls. And now, holding you in his arms, he's come to your aid.

Despite everything—all of the pointless promises for something with no strings attached—he cares. He always has and he always will.

"Ah. Um. Then I guess I owe you one."

Jade's mismatched eyes flick from you to the restaurant and then back. An emotion you can't quite decipher passes over his face, and he seems to be assessing something in silence. Eventually, his expression clears and he offers you a cordial smile.

"I assume you haven't eaten yet?"

"Are you kidding? Of course not! I can't go back in there and eat with that creep!"

His smile widens, and for once you trust that more than you've ever trusted anything before.

"Well, if you aren't opposed to it, we could get dinner at one of my favorite places. It's not too far from here. My treat."

You stare at him, shocked. This is new. You've never gone to dinner with him before. "Wait, really? You're serious?"

"There's no punchline to my words. So, yes, I'm quite serious."

"And you're not just asking because you want sex?"

Jade's lips drop into a disappointed moue. It's an expression you've yet to see on him. "Your lack of faith in me is woefully astounding. Must I wear a collar for you to recognize my loyalty?"

You roll your eyes, shoving him playfully. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're being honest." Heaving an exhausted breath, you slide out of his arms. "Okay, fine. Dinner sounds good."

He perks up, visibly pleased. "In that case, please wait here. There's one minor issue I must see to and then we can be off."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"To say hello to your classmate." His smile is no longer the soft, sweet thing it once was. Now it's razored with malice, and it fills his eyes with a scheming sort of darkness. "I won't be long."

"Right..."

Amidst the wintry air and the confusion, you feel strangely fuzzy inside. You're sure it's just a side effect of encroaching hypothermia. Definitely nothing else.

Mysteriously, your classmate drops out of the course and you're left to finish the project on your own. But perhaps that was for the best. When asked what he said, Jade feigns innocence and speaks in convenient embellishments. Best not to press the matter any further.

#twisted chit chat #meraki dialogues

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

Can you do a fanfic for Kinger and Caine's first kiss with mild NSFW

Here's some dialogue for help

Kinger: Wow.

Caine: Yeah.

Kinger: That was...intense.

Caine: Yeah.

This. This one was a struggle. But you were nice enough to give me dialogue. If you read my stuff for plot, there's not a lot of that to be found here lmao.

Also, same warnings as in the ask, slight NSFW, but it's basically just them semi-failing at making out like the sillies they are.

Kinger and Caine stood outside of the tent, watching the sunset. They held each other's hands, enjoying this moment of peace. Kinger eventually spoke up.

"Hey, Caine?" The ringmaster looked to him, immediately giving Kinger his undivided attention, although that was far from irregular. "This is our 7th date, right?"

"Indeed it is, my dear! It's sweet that you've been keeping count." It took a few moments, but the tone of Kinger's question started to sink in. "Wait, is something special meant to be happening? Is- does the 7th date hold a sort of significance? Was I meant to get you something specific? I-I'm so so sorry, my darling, I didn't-"

"No no no, you're fine!" Kinger chuckled, "There's nothing too important about the 7th date. At least, I don't remember there being. I was more referring to... our progress in our relationship."

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

"Well, we've been together for a little while now, and we, uh, haven't even kissed." His voice trailed off slightly. He knew he'd kissed people before, but all of those memories had a dream-like quality to them. He hadn't done much of anything romantic since he got stuck in the circus, so it felt like he was about to have his first kiss overall. It did make him feel rather self-conscious before it even began, worried that he'd do something wrong or embarrassing and ruin the moment.

"Oh. Yes, you're right, we haven't. I have done research on that, and kissing is allegedly a staple part of romantic relationships. But, I'm not quite sure how we'd go about it, considering our severe lack of lips." Caine chose not to admit that he had near to know idea on how to kiss someone, despite his extensive research. Very, very extensive.

Kinger brought Caine's hand to his cheek, requiring the ringmaster to fly in order to reach him. "How about we try anyway? Just use our collective knowledge, and... experiment, until we find something that feels right."

Caine felt heat spread across his gums. "A-alright, that sounds, uh, good. Very good."

Unsure, the two started to lean towards each other, Caine's teeth and eyes shut tight. Eventually, their faces touched, causing them to relax a bit more. Kinger moved the spot where his mouth would be against Caine's teeth. It did have a similar sensation to what kissing had felt like. Or perhaps he was remembering wrong. Either way, he loved it.

Caine opened his mouth partially, nibbling on Kinger's face, which was admittedly more pleasurable than he thought it would be, although the chess piece did have to hold in a laugh at the mental image of what their current situation would look like.

The ringmaster opened his mouth further. He remembered that he had read about how people would use their tongue to show more affection and passion, so he somewhat awkwardly ran his tongue across Kinger's 'mouth', which drew unexpected noises from both of them.

Since Caine didn't need to breathe and only God knew how Kinger's respiratory system worked, they continued this for a while. Saliva dripped down the front of Kinger's face, but he didn't care enough to stop. In an attempt to further chase the feeling of what he could only describe as his chest exploding from the inside, Caine bit Kinger's face, although harder than he intended.

"Ow-" Kinger pulled away, bringing a hand up to where he had been bit, but stopped before he touched it. There was no lasting mark on his wood, and the pain wasn't that bad. He started to think about how he wouldn't have minded Caine doing it again, but decided to leave that new feeling for another day.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, my sweetness, are you okay?" Both of their faces were bright red and their collars were crumpled from where they had been grasping at each other to try and get closer.

The chess piece wiped at his face to clean off some of Caine's spit. "I-it's fine, I'm fine, I promise." Kinger put one of his hands on the ringmaster's shoulder and the other on his waist, while Caine encircle his 'neck' with his arms. "That was- it was a lot."

"Yes, a-a lot would be a good way of describing it." They continued to stand there in each other's embrace. Well, Kinger standing and Caine floating. "Did you like it, though?"

Kinger was silent for a moment before pressing his face to Caine's teeth. "Yes, I did. I'd love to do it again some time, sweetheart, if you don't mind."

Caine couldn't help but be flustered at the petname. Kinger knew how much of an effect it had on him. "O-oh! Ah, of- of course, yes, whatever you wish for, my dear."

#GUESS WHO ISN'T RE-READING THIS #it's me I'm not re-reading it #royalteeth #kinger x caine #caine x kinger #kingleader #this one's not my best but I still tried

[angstysebfan]

My Roommates Boyrfriend - Chapter 6

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: The next morning the reader reads something that makes her question everything. We finally get to Seattle! Warnings: Angst, implied Bucky being an asshole, cursing

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You lay naked under the sheet, your head on Bucky’s chest, his right arm wrapped around you drawing shapes on your back with his fingertips, and his left hand playing with your right hand. He kisses the top of your head softly as you sigh in content. You've never felt so happy in your life. You were sure that you more than liked Bucky at this point, but you still didn’t want to do anything more until you spoke with Nat. You already went too far, but right now you didn't care.

“That was amazing,” you say softly with a smile on your face.

You hear and feel Bucky’s chuckle, “Yeah, it was. Best I've ever had,” He says kissing your forehead softly when you looked up at him.

You laugh, “I highly doubt that,” you say looking down at your hand in his.

Bucky lets go of your hand and cups your face so he can look into your eyes. “Really baby. I mean it,” he says before kissing you again on the forehead, nose, and then lips. 

You run your hand through his hair, staring into his beautiful eyes before snuggling into the crook of his neck. Suddenly your eyes start feeling very heavy. Before you knew it, you fall into a deep sleep in Bucky’s arms. 

You're awoken by the alarm on his phone. Bucky groans as he reaches on the night stand and turns it off. He then wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his nose into your hair placing soft kisses on your head. You blink several times, trying to get your eyes to stay open.

You yawn, “We should get going if we want to spend some time with Nat today,” you say. Suddenly you sit up in a panic.

“Oh my god, what're we gonna to tell Nat?” you shout in worry.

Bucky sits up slowly and rubs your naked back. “We'll talk to her. I know she'll understand. Trust me,” he says, kissing your shoulder.

You shake your head and cover your face, “I can’t believe I just slept with my roommates boyfriend!”

“Well technically I'm her ex-boyfriend,” Bucky says, grabbing your face to look at him. “Please don’t over think this. I know she'll be ok with this. If you wanna wait until further down the line when we're officially together then that's ok too,” he says.

You can’t help but smile, “You plan on datin' me when we get back to New York?” you ask.

He laughs and gives you a peck. “Oh most def'nitly! Though we should probably go a little slower than last night,” he says with a laugh, kissing your lips again. He feels addicted to your lips.

You both finally get up and go in search of clothes. You grab your phone to text Nat, to inform her that you'll be in Seattle in a few short hours, but your phone won’t turn on. 

“Damn! My phone's dead, and I wanted to text Nat to let her know we'll be in Seattle soon.”

Bucky threw his phone over to you. “Use mine. I’m gonna use the bathroom and change,” he said as he walks into the bathroom and closes the door.

You look down at his phone and realize he has a text message open to Sam. You want to quickly close it to open a new text, but his text and Sam's response catches your eye:

Bucky: You were right, I owe you $50.

Sam: Man I knew it! How far did you get?

Tears rush to your eyes. He made a bet on getting with you?! What the fuck kind of bullshit is that? Everything he said was a lie! Why? Was it to get back at you for the misunderstanding a year ago! You feel the tears blur your vision, but quickly wipe them away. You want to walk into that bathroom and punch him in the face, but decide to just finish the trip, go home, and never see him again!

You quickly sent Nat the text telling her you will both see her in a few hours and that your phone is dead, but you will charge it in the car. As you place Bucky’s phone on the nightstand, he comes out of the bathroom, giving you a warm smile. You look down at your hands for a moment, before walking back over to your side of the bed to finish packing your stuff. 

“We should get going,” you say sternly.

Bucky furrows his brow at you, “You okay?” he asks.

You look at him, with no emotion on your face. “I’m fine, can we just go please?” you say, putting your duffle bag on your shoulder.

You walk out of the room and head for the elevator, with Bucky’s hand on your lower back. You shrug away from him as you get into the elevator. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks concerned.

You ignore him, keeping your eyes on the doors of the elevator. Bucky starts to panic internally. Were you regretting last night? Did you blame him for what happened? Is this just your guilt? He decides to leave you alone for awhile to sort out your feelings, but he can’t help but be hurt with the way you're treating him.

–

You're an hour outside of Seattle, and you haven’t said two words to Bucky since the hotel. Once your phone was charged, you started looking up flights back home. Originally you were going to stay in Seattle a few days, but right now, you don’t want to be anywhere near Bucky Barnes. 

The earliest flight is 1 am this evening, which you quickly purchase. You know Nat'll be disappointed, but you'll just plan a solo trip out to see her another time. You feel Bucky glancing at you every few minutes, but you refuse to look at him. You just keep your eyes on your phone, or look out the window.

Bucky continues to have an internal war with himself. Should he confront you about the way you are acting? Did you hate him for last night? He really didn’t plan on sleeping with you, he just wanted to hold you again. But he definitely doesn't regret it, in fact he felt pretty good about it, until now. He hates that you're acting this way now. It makes him feel guilty and bad. 

When he can’t take the silence anymore, Bucky clears his throat, “Are you sure you're alright? You’ve been acting weird since the hotel,” he says carefully.

You don’t say anything, don’t even look at him. Bucky’s heart starts to race, and panic sets in. You're definitely pissed at him.

“Okay, did I do something to upset you? If this is about last night, I’m sorry. We can tell Nat, and I'll take the full blame,” he says.

You scoff, but still say nothing. Bucky starts getting irritated and pulls over to the side of the road. When he puts the car in park he turns his body to look at you.

“Y/N, please tell me what is wrong!” he begs.

You have your arms crossed over your chest and you keep staring in front of you. “I don’t understand what happened. We were great this morning! We had an unbelievable night that I never want to forget, and now you're freezing me out. Are you regretting last night?” he says, panic and frustration evident in his voice. 

Still you say nothing, but look down. Do you tell him what you saw on his phone? Should you give him a chance to explain? No! Why hear another excuse! You look at him for a moment then look back in front of you. “Please just get us to Seattle,” you say, emotionless.

Bucky continues to look at you with pleading eyes. He reaches for your hand, but you flinch away. His heart breaks. “You regret last night. I get it… I… I thought we were on the same page after our talk this morning, but I guess… I guess I was wrong,” he says sadly. Your heart breaks slightly at the sound of his voice, but you stand firm.

Bucky turns back forward and pulls back onto the highway. You hide the tear that falls from your face, but when you glance at Bucky again and see a tear fall down his. You want to reach up and wipe it away and kiss him, but all you keep thinking about is that damn text message. This is all part of his damn plan! He's a master manipulator and your done falling for his bullshit. You know once you got back to New York, he'd probably ditch you anyway.

Bucky decides to just give up on trying to talk to you, for now. He feels miserable. This hurts worse than breaking up with Nat, which says a whole lot on that relationship. He shakes his thoughts out of his head. Once they get to Seattle, he will have a few days to corner you and get you to talk about this. You have to tell him how you feel, you have to.

–

Bucky pulls up in front of Natasha’s apartment building. Natasha is there waiting, since you texted her telling her you guys entered the city. You can’t help the huge smile on your face as you get out of the car. You run up to Nat and you both embrace!

“I know it’s only been a week, but I’ve missed you!” you say into her shoulder.

She laughs, “I’ve missed you too!” she says.

She releases you and runs toward Bucky, giving him a big hug as well. Bucky keeps his eyes on you, and you can’t help but notice the sadness in them. When they release, she grabs both your hands and leads you up into her apartment.

“With my new job, I can afford a place on my own! I mean it’s nice to have my own space, but I miss having someone to hang out with all the time,” she says with a light laugh.

You smile at her as you look around the small one bedroom apartment. You walk into the living room and put your duffle bag down, and sit on the couch.

“Y/N the couch opens up into a full size bed and is comfortable, so you should have no problem sleeping there, and Bucky you can stay with me in my room,” she says looking between the two of you.

You and Bucky meet each others gazes for moment before you look back at Nat with a smile.

“I have the whole few days planned for us! You're both in for a treat! Tonight we'll go to a great restaurant downtown, and then this club for drinks and dancing. Tomorrow I found this cute brunch place we can try, and then–” 

“Oh, uh, actually Nat, I'm going to head home tonight,” you say softly. 

Nat looks from you to Bucky, who is staring at you in disbelief. You’re leaving tonight?! “Why? I thought you were going to spend a few days,” Nat says concerned.

You look at her and can’t help the tears that are coming to your eyes. “I-I know, but I got an email from work that they need me to come back sooner. I'll just have to plan another trip out here to party with you, alone,” you say.

“Bullshit!” Bucky says. You and Nat both snap your heads to him. “That's complete and utter bullshit and you know it!” he says angrily.

Nat puts her hands on her hips. “Ok, what's going on?” she says to both of you. You keep your head down, staring at your hands. You hear Bucky sigh.

“Look Nat, Y/N and I slept together last night. She's regretting it now and is back to hating my guts. I don’t know why though, because we were fine when we woke up this morning. But I think that's why she's leaving tonight. She wants away from me,” he says.

You glare up at him, before you look guiltily at Nat. She looks surprised, but you're shocked to not see betrayal in her facial expression.

“I’ll let you guys talk. I'm going to head down the street to that liquor store I saw,” Bucky says before leaving the apartment.

You look back down at your hands, not wanting to look Nat in the eye. Yes, you felt guilty about what happened with Bucky, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Nat sits back down on the couch and looks at you. “Y/N?” she says quietly.

You feel the tears sliding down your face and you choke on a sob. “I-I’m so sorry Nat. I'm sorry I slept with Bucky. I know you guys are technically not together, but I shouldn't have done it. And I guess the joke was on me because….” you can’t continue through your tears.

Nat slides closer to you and hugs you for a moment. You can’t help but sob into her shoulder. She rubs your back for a moment, which makes your feel worse. Why is she comforting you? You pull back and look at her, “Nat, I slept with your boyfriend, you should be angry at me, not comforting me!” you say.

Nat smiles softly at you and again wipes some of your tears. “Y/N, why do you think I had you both come out here together?” she asks.

You sniff and shrugging your shoulders. “Because you were tired of our fighting? I don’t know,” you say.

She nods, “Yea, I've been tired of your fighting for a long time, but it was because I knew you both had secret feelings for each other. There's no reason you both shouldn't see if something could come out of this,” she says. You look at her like she has 5 heads.

“Listen, if I was still home, I’m sure Bucky and I would have stayed together for a while longer, but he's not my forever. I know that and he knows that. I enjoyed my relationship with him, and, yeah, I'll miss him and his amazing body, but I’m not it for him,” she says.

“So because you know he isn’t it for you, you wanted to give him to me?” you ask confused.

She laughs, “Not exactly. After you told me how you were attracted to him that first night at the bar, I knew that you still had feelings for him. I mean he was an asshole to you, but I saw it in your face, and I saw it in his too. When he wasn’t looking at me… he was looking at you.”

You shake your head, not wanting to believe it. She sighs, “He told me about what Sam told him at the bar about you the other day after you talked to him about it. Of course I knew the truth and told him that, but that’s when I realized I was right. He was always meant to get with you that night.” 

You laugh, “Nat, seriously? You/re throwing fate into this? You know that's bullshit.”

She shakes her head. “Is it?”

You shake your head again. You're so confused, but glad Nat isn’t mad at you. She looks at you with concern, “So tell me the truth. Why are you really leaving early, because Bucky's right. Your excuse is complete and utter bullshit. Is it because you regret sleeping with him?” she asks.

You shake your head. “No, it’s not that. Th-this morning when I realized my phone was dead, he let me use his to text you. When I looked down I saw a test he had with Sam. He... he told Sam he owed him 50 bucks and Sam wanted to know how far he got,” you say, tears falling from your face again.

“He fucking played me! He lied to us both, because he doesn’t have feelings for me, Nat! He made a stupid bet that I would hook up with him!” you say.

Nat says nothing but holds you while you cry. She kept whispering it’s okay over and over. You pull back and wipe your eyes. You are so tired of crying because of Bucky Barnes. You just want to go back to New York and never see him again.

–

Bucky is walking back to the apartment with a small bottle of whiskey in his hands. He occasionally takes a drink from it, the burn feeling good as it goes down his throat. He hopes to God that your talk with Nat went well and that she'll talk you into staying. How was he supposed to talk to you about both your feelings if you're not here?

Just then his phone buzzes. He looks and sees it’s a text from Nat:

We need to talk. Now.

--

Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

Do you think the text is about the reader? Would you have reacted the same way? Feedback is appreciated.

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brave girl | neteyam x f!omaticaya!reader

Summary : you and loak were forced to go out of the reefs, and it turns out to be a bad idea

Warnings : angst, reader getting injured, PLATONICCCCCC LOAK!!!! , the sea (don't read if you have fear of water / not being able to breathe)

"It's where the men hunts" Aonung words were full of lies. It's where the idiots that doesn't know what to do hunts.

The metkayina's left you and loak, and not only that, you basically had no knowledge of the sea. "Loak, I don't know where we are, we-we can't be that far, I can't see any trees, or any signs of life! " You said, struggling to keep your heads up because of the quite big waves.

"Come, y/n there's a big rock" Loak grabs your arm, gasping for air as he tries to help you go up to the rock.

After getting up to the rock, it felt like you were doing more harm than good. You got a few bruises and some cuts, that made it harder to swim.

"Loak, please, can you stand up and look for anything, like something we can-" Big wave came. Loak fell. "Loak! " You screamed. Only thing you saw was red.

"No, loak, no" Immediately, you hop off of the rock. "Loak, loak speak, anything! " You managed to get him up, but sinking you a bit in the process.

"Tsireya" He mumbles. As If you weren't dying. "Okay, Youre definitely bleeding but I don't know where, I need to get you back home" You said, lifting his body so he could piggy back you.

While you're physically drained, neteyam is mentally drained. He couldn't stop thinking about you and loak. First he panicked when aonung said he couldn't find loak, but then he went on a riot when he said that you tagged along.

"Eywa, please, bring her back" He whispers.

And that is what the great mother do, saving people.

"Loak, please talk to me--what is your favorite memory back in the forest", " Y/n, I think I'm going to pass out" Loak says weakly

"No! What's your favorite memory back in the forest! " You said. You've been asking him questions to keep him conscious. "When, when I first met spider" Loak said, giving a laugh, that sounded tired, and sad.

"Loak! Oh eywa, ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe ( we thank you) " You cried. You saw a wooded like thing, that is covering an island. And you knew what it was.

"Loak, were almost here, keep breathing" You said, the tiredness hitting you, and the pain coming back.

"We can do this" Loak says, slowly seeing the island him self.

And here you are, feets away from the shore, screaming for help as you can't hold loak for any longer.

When you saw one of the metkayina's, it felt like it was the best day of your life. "HELP! PLEASE HELP! " You kept screaming.

The rest of the colony came to see. There he was. Neteyam. Neteyam jumped to the water immediately, swimming as fast as he can to get to you.

You cried "carry him, please I can't hold him any longer, I think I'm going to pass out" And pass out you did.

You gasped for air as you woke up. "You're awake!, Bro get the sullys! " A boy said to another.

"Do you have food, I'm starving" You groaned, feeling that weird sound in your stomach. The boy handed you one yovo, as he tried to help you to sit.

"Thankyou" You said, eating the food like you haven't ate for three days. Wait, how long were you out in the sea?

"How long was i, you know, in the sea? " You asked. "Two days, and you had a long sleep that costed you one day, so, you wasted three days"

Suddenly, the sullys came In. Tuk and neteyam rushed to you, flooding you with questions and thankyou's.

"Shush" Neytiri silenced the oldest and youngest sibling. "Ngaru lu fpom srak? (Are you alright?), y/n" "So much better" You smiled, putting the fruit on the nearby stool.

"I'd like to thank you for saving loak, and, I'm sorry if he got you in tro-" But, you didn't let Jake finish, you said "oh, no he didn't get me in trouble, it was an accident, and I've done what other people would've done"

"Y/n, thankyou, I owe you one" Loak smiled, walking closer to you. "We'll go now, once again, we owe you" Neytiri smiled, getting out of the tent and followed by Jake.

"Thankyou for saving my baby bro" Neteyam chuckled, "yeah, he could get a little too adventurous" Kiri said, putting her hands on tuk's shoulder. "Kiri, trust me, I know"

"Alright, I'll go now, poor tsireya must be wondering where we are" You all were training how to breathe and swim like the metkayinas, and, tsireya has been a big help.

"Mhm, loak, I think it's-" "It's my que to leave" He smiled, walking out of the tent, soon followed by the two siblings.

"My brother is pretty bold is he? " Neteyam complained, groaning in the process. "I tried to keep him awake, but you know what's the first thing he said, it was tsireya".

"Damn, didn't know he was that bold", "neteyam?" "Yeah?". "How did you find out that we were missing? " You asked, looking deep into his eyes. "Well, I searched everywhere for you, and found out loak wasn't anywhere to and I thought you two-were doing... Things" The blue boy said, looking down to his feet, his tail not moving as fast as before.

"Neteyam, you know I don't think of him that way, i-i really like someone, but he's pretty dumb". Neteyam flinched and asked " You like rotxo" Neteyam gasps.

"No", " Who? Aonung? ", "No", " Spider? " Neteyam gasps. "No way". The guy was really dumb

"Neteyam, I'm going to tell you what he's like", " Mhm" His smile he had a few minutes ago were gone. "He's beautiful, so, so beautiful, he's really protective over everyone! He's so dreamy, he's perfect, actually, he's strong, he's a warrior, but he's quite oblivious, gosh neteyam it's you! " You confessed.

"Y/n, what are you saying", " Oh neteyam, I'm saying I like you! And if you don't just pretend this didn't occur"

"No y/n, I like you too, like, not In a friends way" For a second you thought he'd say not in a romantic way, but he didn't, and, that made you smile.

"Neteyam, nga yawne lu oer"

"Y/n, I love you more"

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[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole Part 4: Talk! - Matty Healy Series

A/n: warning this one is a bit long haha. Hope you like it anyway, let me know what you think

You can read the previous part here: Part 3 -Sex

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Matty and Lou haven't spoken since everything happened, it had been about a week and a half since then. She can't deny she has found herself craving his touch, but his words had royally pissed her off and it would take more than a few lustful glances (which there were many) to get her to do anything with him again.

Lou and Ross are sat at the edge of today's stage, Ross' bass sits in her lap, they're sitting opposite each other. She has no clue how many shows they've played now or how many cities and counties they've been to. From where Matty stands at the side of the stage, he can only see Ross, who's hair is free from the usually restraint of a hairband, Lou's back is facing him, but the giggles and laughter she's letting out are getting on his nerves. He wants to be the one that's making her laugh like that.

She's playing the bass line to "Love Me", she plays it easily and Ross chuckles to himself, shaking his head.

"Is there anything you can't do?" he says and she smiles at this, blushing slightly.

"When did you learn that?" he asks, she passes his bass back to him and he rests it against his lap.

"A while ago... always liked the way it sounded, you play it better though" she smiles at him, her chin rests against her palm as she looks at him. They talk about how amazing the other was during the previous shows, Lou complimenting him tenfold on his harmony during "change of heart".

"We have to sing together sometime" she says and they shake on it.

An eyelash rests against his cheek and she leans forward, fingers gently removing it "eyelash" she explains.

"Make a wish" she says, Ross closes his eyes for a second before opening them back up, she smiles and lightly blows on the eyelash, they smile and watch as it floats somewhere unknown.

Matty knows at this point he's seen too much so he walks to where they're sitting on the stage.

"Well isn't this cosy. Have to admit, you two are cute. Be careful Ross, heard she's a bit of a bitch, think you can do better mate" he says and she has to really try not to just get up and slap him. She doesn't care if he's rude towards her, but directing it at one of his best friends is too far.

"Why do you have ruin everything" she says, sighing deeply, getting up from the stage and going to walk off. Ross sighs before walking off too, in the opposite direction, Matty quickly chases after her, grabbing her by the hand, halting her movements.

"Where are you running off to aye?" he asks harshly. She snatches her hand away from his before snapping at him.

"You have no right saying shit like that. Forget about me for a minute, I dont matter. But Ross? He is one of your best friends and you've been treating him like shit!" she says, her words ringing true although Matty didn't want to hear them.

"Sorry if it annoys me that you and him are cosying up all other the place" he says ignoring her words completely.

"So what!" she shouts, throwing her hands up almost in defeat "Ross is kind and he cares about me unlike you!" she shoves him before going to leave, she quickly turns around "you can't just fuck me and think that I owe you something, continue being a dick to me all you like, but I will not let you ruin your friendship with your best friend" she explains before finally leaving.

Matty knows she's right, he doesn't know what or if something is going on between Ross and her, but Ross actually deserves her. He knows that's why he's the way he is with her, because he wants her but knows she's the last thing he deserves.

Ross is good, and kind just like her, they're perfect for each other he thinks.

He doesn't see her for the rest of the day, he wants to check up on her, make sure she's okay but he's aware he's probably the last person she wants to see. Instead he finds Ross, he's sitting on a sofa backstage and he offers him a weak smile, one in which Matty didn't deserve. He deserves for Ross to tell him he was an arsehole and to fuck off, but that wasn't the type of person he was.

"Hey mate, look, I'm really sorry for being such an arse, whatever is going on I'm happy for you" he says. Ross shakes his head at this.

"There's nothing going on, we're just friends mate, that's the way its always been. We just get each other that's all" he says, Matty wants to believe him but doesn't quite. He goes to speak again, but Ross cuts in first.

"Look, whatever you feel about her, you can't keep doing this" he says, his words confusing the curly head man, his eyebrows furrow.

"Come on man, the both of you have always had this back and forth, its obvious you have feelings for her, just sort it out. I care about you both and right now, you're just hurting each other and making a mess of things" Ross says, his words hit Matty and he finds himself pulling his mate into a hug.

"Im confused man" he almost whispers, face tucked into Ross' shoulder.

"I know" he says, just hugging his friend tighter. The truth was, Matty had always been infatuated with her, she was the girl of his dreams and he felt like he never deserved her. He saw the way she was with his closest friends and he was jealous of them. So he coped the only way he knew how, by completely rejecting those feelings and replacing them with hate. He had a huge ego, but his self worth had always been far too low and recently had been plummeting even more.

"She's too good for me man, I don't deserve her - never have, that's why I act this way" he says, running his hands through his hair.

"Maybe if you treated her the way she deserves, the way, deep down, you want to treat her. You'll start thinking otherwise" Ross says and Matty just hugs him again.

"I get you're scared mate, I get it. But you've gotta try otherwise we might all loose her" Ross said and Matty knew it was true.

Matty wanted to tell her how amazing he thought she was, how talented and kind and genuinely good she was. But he had always been so scared she would reject him. But Ross was right, if he carried on being this way, she'd run away and they'd all lose her.

"What if it goes bad anyway? What if she rejects me and ends up feeling too awkward to hang out with you lot. I risk it either way" Matty explains, running his hand through his hair.

"And what if it's the best thing that ever happened to you?" Ross asks, Matty feels his world spin at his friends words, his heart picking up in his chest. Maybe he was scared of both of those scenarios.

He eventually finds her having a smoke, she's sat on the curb of a pavement, he can tell she had been crying and he cant count the amount of cigarette buts that were scattered around her.

"This seat taken love?" he asks, his tone quiet and gentle, he wanted to let her know he meant no harm.

"Go for it" she says, eyes not finding his, she can tell he's about to speak so she cuts him off quickly.

"Leave it Matty... its fine" she says, in the next minute he's turned her body so its facing him, his hands have found hers and are holding them gently. His eyes are unfalting from hers and his face is close to hers.

"No its not fine. It's really not fine. I am genuinely so sorry" he says and she just sighs.

"Just listen please" he begs and she nods.

"I know you don't believe me and I completely understand that, I haven't given you a single reason to. But I am so sorry. I've been a right cock and I'm making a mess of things. True Matty fashion" he says and she finds herself letting out a small chuckle at that. His fingers gently wipe at her cheek, removing the tears.

"I will show you how sorry I am, I swear. We can't lose you Lou..." he says, pausing, her eyes are focused on the ground, so he places her fingers under her chin, carefully pushing against it and making her look at him.

"I can't lose you" another confession that has her heart pounding, but it confuses her.

"I'm a twat. But I'm obsessed with you" he admits, "Always have been, just hated ya because it was easier than the alternative" he says, her eyebrows furrow.

"The alternative?" she says, her voice weak. He sighs deeply before rushing out his words, she hears every single one though.

"Telling you I liked you and you rejecting me because you're too good for me. You were- are this really cool girl, who is unbelievably kind and good. And everybody loves you and I got why but I hated it because I knew you wouldn't see me the way I wanted you too. I hated the fact that you got along so well with the guys, they got to have this part of you that I would never have, all because I'm this insufferable, arrogant, arsehole who treated you like shit" he is the one to stare at the ground now. She squeezes his hand gently and his eyes are back on hers.

"You're an idiot" she says, almost smiling. She leans forward and places a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"what was that for?" he asks, a small smile resting on his lips.

"For admitting that, I know it must have been hard. But you should know... maybe if you weren't such a dick, I wouldn't have had to reject you. You could've had me the way the guys did too, you just had to be nice" she says and he nods sadly.

"so you are rejecting me?"

"No... I'm just saying... I'm not rejecting you, I'm not doing anything... you need to prove what you're saying" she says and he nods harshly.

"I swear I'll prove it!" he says.

"Okay" she smiles at him.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks nicely and she smiles at the tone she's very rarely heard directing at her. She nods and he places a very light kiss to her lips, just his lips pressing softly against hers, an apology of sorts, or the start of one. He pulls away shortly after and she finds herself chasing his lips.

"We should get ready for the show" he says, his forehead rests against hers and their eyes are both closed. They both sigh deeply, wanting more but also knowing it wasn't the right thing to do. She couldn't just let him back in, he had to earn it and he wanted to.

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She hears a knock on her dressing room door, shouting a "one sec" as she finished applying her lipstick. Walking barefoot to the door and swinging it open, revealing her best friend's girlfriend, someone who she had missed so much. She screams excitedly before the two girls are hugging each other tightly, Charli then pulls back, a stern look on her face.

"What the fuck is going on with Matty?" she asks, a little too loudly for Lou's liking. She pulls her inside quickly, looking down the hallway to see if anyone was looking. She shuts the door behind her, before turning to the girl who was now sat on her sofa, arms crossed. She sighs before sitting herself next to her.

"How the fuck did you find out?" Lou asks, making Charli laugh.

"So there is something going on?" she has a smirk on her face.

"Yes, no. Fuck I dunno. We kissed, twice thats it" she lies. "Who told you?" she speaks, biting her lip nervously, awaiting her friends reaction.

"George" she says, making Lou's stomach drop, Charli gauges her reaction and sighs "yeah he's not too happy, he said he overheard Ross and Matty having a conversation about you" that was news to her "he confronted Matty about it, so he told G everything and... apparently they're not talking" she says awkwardly.

"What? Why? Fuck this is bad... everything?" Lou says, stressing herself out, biting her lip and ruining her lipstick. Charli nods at her question, a slight smirk resting on her lips.

"Calm down it will be okay. George said he was annoyed that Matty practically made your life hell when in fact he was just in love with you" her stomach drops again, heart pounding.

"Hey he did not say he was in love with me!" she says, panicking again.

"shit..." charli says.

"He said he was in love with me?!" she asks and Charli shrugs, half nodding at her.

"Jesus Christ" her head finds her hands, resting there. Her breath is deep, laboured and she feels Charli's hand on her back. She thinks over all the information she's just been told.

"Wait a sec, what was this conversation Ross and Matty had?" she asks.

"Matty thought you and Ross had a thing, Ross told him you didn't and he confessed how much he had liked you and said it was why he was the way he was with you" she says, some new information in her words but some Matty had admitted to.

"Jesus christ that man is dellusional"

"You like him don't you?" she says, eyebrows raising.

"I dunno Charli, honestly I don't know...." she says, speaking from her rational side, her heart telling her she was lying.

"The truth is, he makes me excited, but he had treated me like shit for most of our lives and now he's telling me he had always liked me but thought I was going to reject him. He said he'd prove what he meant, that he was actually sorry. It's confusing, the truth is I haven't had a chance to figure out if i like him, like truly like him. I know i fancy him, i know he gets on my nerves but..." she trails off.

"It's passionate right?" charli asks and Lou nods.

"What's the problem then? He said he'd prove what he said right?" Lou nods again. She hears a banging coming from her door, whoever it was didn't sound happy. She walks over to it, the door swinging open to reveal, a very angry George.

"I swear I'm going to kill him" he says, barging in and pacing her room.

"Okay, calm down" she says, George sighs heavily, plonking down next to his girlfriend, arms crossed.

"You're not going to kill your best friend George"

"Yes i fucking am. He can't just treat you like shit all these years and then fucking confess his feelings for you like this. I could cope with him hating you, just hating you, but the fact he's been lying to me basically all my life has pissed me off" he says, Charli looks at Lou before she speaks.

"G" she says, making her man turn to her "stop being a dick, this isn't about you, Lou has been your best friend since you were babies and you haven't once asked how she is" she feels thankful to her for that.

"Shit you're right" he says, Lou offers him a small smile.

"Always am baby, anyway I will leave you to it" she says, placing a kiss to her boyfriend's cheek, hugging Lou and then leaving. Lou sits down next to her best friend and George takes her hand in his.

"I'm sorry for making it about me. Are you okay?" he asks, she shrugs.

"I'm just confused" she smiles a weak smile again.

"I mean... to be honest it does make a little sense, but I'm still pissed at the guy" he says.

"Please don't be, this whole thing is complicated enough as it is, doesn't need to be more complicated. He's your best friend G" she says, and he squeezes her hand.

"So are you.... why couldn't he just not be a pussy and just have told you... would've saved years of you hating each other" he says and she shrugs, not knowing the answer.

"What's happening then?" he asks.

"I dunno, he said he's sorry and I said he needs to prove it... years of being rude to each other can't be solved by a few kisses and the words "Im sorry" but that goes for me too" she says.

George groans "oh god you guys are going to be making out all over the place aren't you?" he says and she chuckles at this.

"Honestly G... I don't know. You want the truth?" she says and he nods "always" he says.

"As much as he gets under my skin, I liked the way he made me feel, but it came from all that hatred. So who knows what will happen if you remove all that?" she says and George hugs her.

"I guess we shall see. but if he hurts you I will kill the man" he says. She puts her shoes on shortly after, fixing her lipstick before the pair return to the main room. George makes a direct beeline to Matty.

"Are we okay?" Matty asks, and George nods.

"Yeah mate we're good" he says, hugging him tightly, what Lou doesn't hear is the "but if you hurt her I will kill you" to which Matty replies "don't plan on it mate"

Lou feels a hand wrap around her shoulder, looking up to see Ross, who smiles down at her, his hair now in a bun, he's wearing a white shirt and black slacks, his blazer thrown over a near by sofa.

"You good?" he asks and she nods up at him, cuddling into his chest as he squeezes her.

"Good" he says, she pulls back to look him and smirks.

"Heard Matty thought we were a thing" she says and they both fall silent for a beat before they both laugh loudly at the idea of it. Her eyes then fall on Matty who's standing across the room, he smiles at the two of them and they both smile back. Ross then leaves her to talk to Hann and Matty finds his way to her.

George and Charli are making out on the sofa, making her roll her eyes at the pair.

"They're gross right?" Matty says, coming to stand next to her.

"Sickening" she says, making them both laugh.

"You look lovely darling" he says honestly. She adorns a similar outfit to the previous nights however she's changed it up slightly, instead of her usual black shorts or jeans and a black shirt, she wears a short black skirt which rests against her upper thigh, tights and a white tee that is tucked in, a black tie is loosely worn around her neck. She wears a leather suit jacket that finishes above her knee and a pair of ankle boots that are healed, making her a little taller.

She organised outfits with the stylists who had joined them this tour, the same as the guys would, she picked several for each night, deciding on the night which one she wore.

"Yeah think they got my wardrobe mixed up with yours" she smirks and he realises that she does indeed resemble him, but at the same time the outfit is unmistakably her style too.

"It's a good look" he too smirks down at her.

"Must have the same taste" she says and they laugh again.

"Looks better on you love" he speaks softly, another pet name easily rolling off his tongue. They are then being called on stage.

"Umm... Good luck love" he says a bit awkwardly, making her smile.

"Yeah, you too" she says and she goes to walk the other direction but his hand halts her a second, pulling her back to him, nearly making her collide with his chest.

"I told the crew to put your mic next me to be during about you, hope that's okay" he says, his face is moving slowly downwards to hers and she nods thoroughly before he places a sweet kiss to her lips.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself" he says, he's apolising because he knows he shouldn't be doing it, he hadnt proved anything to her her and he didn't deserve it.

"I don't mind" she smiles, leaning up to place a firmer one on his lips before they're getting ushered away by Jamie who stands there, rolling his eyes.

"Shouldn't have expected anything else to be honest" he says to himself under his breath.

----------------------------------------------------------They get on stage and it's a show like no other. The band are sounding the best they have so far, bouncing off each other. Her harmonies seem clearer today, not sure if someone had turned up her microphone but whatever it was, she loved it. The way her voice blended with Matty's, complimented it perfectly. The time came for About You to be performed and Matty turned to her, ushering her down the stage, she followed his instructions and placed herself behind the microphone that was placed next to his.

Her voice rang out at the right times and everyone cheered during her solo. But what made her heart swell was the look on Matty's face, he sat on the top of a sofa next to her, smiling across from her as she sung. Her eye contact remained with the crowd then, for she knew one look at Matty and she'd be done for.

The final notes played out and the band and the crowd cheered loudly for her.

"Ladies and gentlemen the wonderful Lou!" Matty said, gesturing towards her before pulling her into a tight hug, the act surprises her but she feels her eyes shutting as her palms rest flat against his back, her head tilted to the side, cheek against his chest due to the height difference. It was the second time they had ever hugged and she felt undeniably comfortable.

They pulled away, she went back to her spot and her eyes snapped to George who was focused on her already. His eyebrows raised at her as if to say " what the fuck was that". She shrugs over at him before looking at Ross who is smiling across at her, truly just happy to see the two getting along.

The show finishes and she doesn't wait at the side stage when they do their final bows like they usually would. Instead she makes her way to her dressing room, needing to be alone to think for a bit. She felt a tad overwhelmed, she quickly lights a cigarette, the nicotine coating her tongue easing her nerves a little.

She sighs, staring across from where she was sat, disassociating for what felt like only a second. Until she's hearing a soft knock on the other side of the door. She doesn't even remember stubbing out her finished cigarette but the butt is lying against an ash tray on the table in front of her.

"Everything alright in there?" Matty's voice is soft but muffled by the wood. Part of her doesn't want him to come in, she knew one look at him would have her crumbling and right now she needed to seriously think about everything and figure out the reasonable thing to do next. But her voice is betraying her as she says her next words.

"Yeah! You can come in if you'd like" she says, and the door is opening then, revealing Matty, only difference was he had already changed, a pair of black jeans and a black shirt resting against his body. She didn't realize how long she had been sitting there thinking for.

"Didn't want to get changed?" He asks, his voice is quiet, as if he was scared what would happen if he spoke up a little.

"Sorry, I got distracted, time seems to have escaped me" she lets out a weak chuckle.

"I can leave you to get changed" he says going to stand but her hand finds his, stopping him in his tracks. She shakes her head at him, silently asking him to stay. He sits back down, not moving his hand from under hers.

"You sounded amazing tonight... More than usual I mean" he says.

"Thank you, so did you" she says, smiling at him, he doesn't say anything to her compliment of him, instead speaks sincerely about her.

"Carly is wonderful don't get me wrong. But there's something about the way you sing 'About You'" he says, smiling at her now. "Like it was made for you" he says and she finds her smile stretching wider at his words.

"That's sweet. Thank you Matty" she says.

"Anyway... Um. I'm going to leave you to get changed. Jamie said we need to be on the bus soon" he says and she nods at him.

"Find me on the bus yeah?" He asks next and she nods again. He quickly pulls her into a quick hug, one that she barely registers before he's left the room.

She quickly removes her shirt and skirt, leaving the tights on as she throws one of George's hoodies over her frame, it was basically a dress on her anyway. She quickly got her things together before she left the room, one of the crew assisting her to the tour bus.

She finds the whole group sitting in the main room, all smiling at her as she entered. She had hoped no one would be there so she could sneak into her bunk undetected.

"Hey rockstar!" Ross says, standing up to hug her tightly. Matty looks at the both of them, but he doesn't feel as jealous anymore.

She looks up at Ross and he instantly knows she's not okay.

"Give me a minute yeah?" She says and he nods down at her, letting her leave.

"Is she okay?" Matty finds himself asking, feeling protective over her already.

"I've got this" George says, knowing he's the only person she could deal with right now. He untangles himself from his girlfriend, placing a peck against her lips before moving to find his best friend. He finds her at the room at the back of the bus, a slightly larger room behind their individual bunks.

"Hey, you okay pumpkin?" He asks, using the nickname he knows she likes, one he has called her since they were young, especially reserved for moments like these. She goes to speak but no sound comes out.

"Talk to me Lou says" her lips begin to quiver and his eyes find her watery ones and he quickly pulls her into a tight hug.

"Hey, hey it's okay. It's okay" he says, hands smoothing over her hair. The sleeves of the jumper she's wearing are quickly wiping away the tears.

"talk to me" he says softly.

"I'm just overwhelmed G.... I love you guys and this has been amazing so far but fuck... It's overwhelming... Everything is just too much" she says and he understands every word.

"Hey it's okay, I get it" he feels a sob rip through her and it shakes her body, so he holds her tighter against him.

"I guess I just miss my band... And my family and your family... And everything with matty is just confusing me and..." She just continues to cry then. Often Lou would feel everything all at once and it would take one thing to get all the things she had been pushing away to come to the surface. And the catalyst this time was Matty.

"I said if he hurts you I will kill him" George warns and she pulls back to look at him.

"No George. It's not that... It's just... He's being really kind and sweet now and everything on stage.... It was lovely but it's just confusing" she says and George nods down at her, thumbs swiping under her cheeks to remove the tears. He knows how she's feeling without her even having to say it and he knows what she really wants to say.

"You're my best friend right?" He asks and she nods "like my sister" and she nods again.

"I know you better than anyone and you know me better than anyone" she nods again.

"You're confused because you think you might genuinely fall for him and you're scared of what would happen if you let yourself fall" he says and his words hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mouth falls open and he chuckles lightly. He pulls her against him again, delivering a soft peck to her forehead.

"I know you're scared... Think he is too... Because this might be the greatest thing that could happen to both of you... If you treat each other the way you should" he says and she knows he's right.

"I know I said a lot of shit... But I think it would be pretty epic if my two best friends loved each other" he continues and she looks up at him then.

"Thanks G" she says, he always had her back and knew what to say and how to help.

"Better still have time for me though" he says making her laugh.

"I'll always have time for you G, you're my best friend. Always"

"Always" they hug one more time before she tidies herself up, the pair returning to the group who are chatting away about god knows what.

Matty's eyes find hers and he smiles at her and that makes her smile.

"Good?" He mouths and she nods "good"

Part 5

#matty healy #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 #the 1975 smut

[creepling]

✒️ - “making fun of them for their favourite (movie/book/etc) then (watching/reading/etc) it because of them and ending up loving it” + johnny <3

(congratulations on 1k you’re writing is so immersive and the characterisation is always SO on point you deserve every note and follower <33)

omg anon thank you sm, that is so sweet. i love this prompt so much because i have been wondering what type of movies and books johnny would be into. hope you like the result<33

tags: ment of a clockwork orange. canon-set in 1974. johnny is smoking and gets a lil pissy at reader

"Surely you go to the cinema now and then," You scoff after Johnny admits he wasn't one to watch many movies.

"Nah, don't like 'em," He shrugged, resting his feet on the porch fence, and he swung on his chair. You watch as he draws his cigarette, shaking your head in amazement.

"Have you ever seen a movie in your life?" You tease, shading your eyes from the blazing sun.

Johnny frowned and exhaled the smoke from his mouth, "Of course, I have, dumbass. I'm not that stupid."

"Well, what's the best movie you've seen so far?" You ask, leaning back on the fence, your blinded eyes adjusting to Johnny's face.

He thought for a good while, sucking his cheeks and staring into space. "A Clockwork Orange," He blankly answered, returning to smoking his cigarette.

Your eyebrows knit in inquisitiveness. You have heard of it; it came out a few years ago. But everyone you know who saw it said it was disturbing, so you did not go and see it. "Isn't that the British one with a lot of violence in it?"

Johnny shrugged, "It wasn't that bad,"

You scoff out a laugh. "Trust the bad boy to like a movie with a lot of violence in it," You tease, earning a glare from him.

"You asked me my favourite movie, and I told you. Now you wanna get at me for it?" Johnny's defensiveness took you aback, causing you to laugh nervously.

"I'm only joking, Johnny. Damn, calm down." You say, but Johnny was already storming back inside the house. You took that as your message to leave and sulk back to your car.

In the week you were away from the Slaughter yard, you took the time to go to a midnight screening of A Clockwork Orange, thinking you owed Johnny some gratitude for teasing him. Once you left the cinema, you were amazed. Sure, it was violent, very violent. At times, you shielded your eyes from the screen. But for Johnny to like it, it was surprisingly visualistic. It was grotesquely beautiful.

The next day, you visited Johnny, approaching the porch like a dog with its tail between its legs. You were curious to know if Johnny was mad at you as he gave you a blank stare like he always does. In the same position, smoking a cigarette, you walk up to him and stand by his side.

"I saw that movie you like the other day," You begin, looking for his reaction.

He glances at you, keeping to himself. You lean down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head.

"It was terrific," You confess. Johnny's shoulders shifted as he chuckled. "What?"

"Trust you to tease me for liking a movie and end up likin' it yerself," He said amusingly, leaving a peck on your arm. At his return to affection, you smiled and hugged him tighter.

"I kinda wanna see it again. Maybe we should go together?" You suggest.

Johnny smirks as he rubs your arm and pulls you closer, "Sounds like a date."

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny sawyer x reader #tcm game #anon #creepling.1k

[george-weasleys-girl]

Absolutely ADORE your writing! 😍

Could you do one with Fred trying to set up George and reader please? The more ridiculous the scheme/plan the better. Freddie just screams pure extra to me but still wants to do his twin brother a solid.

Aww, thank you so much! 💕 You made my day! This was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!!

The Matchmaker Pt. 1

~•~

George elbowed his twin in the arm. "Fred," he whispered. "Fred!"

"Ow, what?" Fred rubbed his arm.

"Look at Y/N," George said. "Look at how she scrunches up her nose when she's concentrating on something. Isn't it the most adorable thing you've ever seen?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Yes, I agree she's cute. Now, go ask her out after class."

"What? No, I can't do that!" George looked horrified. "What if she says no? I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Fred rubbed a hand over his face. "I've told you a million times that she's always making lovey eyes at you when you're not looking."

"But has she told you personally that she likes me?"

"No, but--"

"Have you heard her admit it to anyone else?"

"No, but--"

"Weasleys!" Snape hovered over them like a vulture. "Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

George's face turned beet red and he glanced over at Y/N who was giving him a sympathetic smile.

"We were just discussing the absolute genius of your most recent potions assignment." Fred replied. "How do you do it? You must tell us your secret."

Giggles and snickering broke out all over the classroom.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the twins. "Ten points each from Gryffindor for disrupting the class with your ridiculous nonsense."

~•~

Two hours later, Fred was giddy with excitement. He'd devised a plan to finally get George and Y/N together once and for all.

All he had to do was make George jealous.

~•~

"You're not going to believe what happened," Y/N said, sitting down at breakfast next to George.

"What's that?" George asked.

"I got a letter from a secret admirer."

George was reaching out to pour her some juice and froze solid.

"A what?"

"A letter. From a secret admirer," she pulled a folded up piece of parchment out of her backpack. "Do you recognize the handwriting?"

Forgetting the juice, George snatched it out of her hand, reading it out loud.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.

"What kind of nonsense is this?" George asked.

"It's Shakespeare." Y/N's smile sagged a little. "Any idea who it could be from?"

George huffed. "Nope, but whoever it is has to use someone's else's words to express themselves. Pathetic."

"Oh." Y/N shoulders dropped. It was obvious now that it wasn't from George, who'd maybe disguised his handwriting somehow.

"What are you carrying on about over here, Georgie?" Fred asked.

"Look at this." George spat. "Y/N got a stupid love letter from a stupid secret admirer."

Before Fred could respond, Y/N yanked the letter from George's hands. "You may think it's stupid, but at least someone out there thinks I'm worth a little bit of romance!" She stuffed it into her backpack and stormed out of the Great Hall without another word.

Fred chewed on his lip to keep from smiling. His plan was going far better than he'd expected.

~•~

George and Y/N had been avoiding each other ever since the arrival of the letter. Fred wasn't worried, though. He expected that his twin would need a little extra nudging. Time to begin Phase Two.

The younger twin tried to pretend he wasn't watching Y/N. She and several other girls were sitting together outside, passing the letter around, most likely speculating who could've sent it. He couldn’t hear them, but he reckoned that's what they were yammering on about.

It was the second love letter she'd received in a week. 'Probably another stupid poem written by somebody else.' George rolled his eyes. If he wrote Y/N love letters, he'd write from his heart and not steal someone else's words.

George's heart ached at the sound of Y/N's tinkling laughter. She was holding the small bouquet of flowers that arrived with the letter. He rolled his eyes again. They weren't even her favorite. How could someone call themselves her admirer and not know her favorite flower? George was almost embarrassed for the poor sap. Almost.

~•~

Y/N put the bouquet in some water and placed them on her bedside. They were really quite lovely, as was the new letter. But, as lovely as they were, at the end of the day, they couldn't fill the gaping hole left by George, her best friend and the boy she loved more than anyone else on earth.

For the past week, George had refused to even look at her. She tried to pretend it didn't bother her, yet every time she tried to catch his eye and he'd look away, it was like a punch to the gut.

Y/N had considered trying to talk to him but chickened out every time. It was one thing for him to avoid her. It was a whole other to be rejected to her face. She couldn't bear it. At least in this ambiguous state, she could pretend she still had a chance.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #fred weasley #george weasley fluff #george weasley angst

[ronearoundblindly]

Being in the hospital im thinking what would it be like if Ari's girl ended up in the hospital nothing life threatening but something that needed to be treated in the hospital. I'm betting he'd be a nervous wreck and wouldn't let anyone see it he'd maybe go into the bathroom and freak but I'm guessing he'd try and stay strong but crack a bit infront of her or maybe stay overnight if they let (it depends on the wards)

ok, full disclosure, I did absolutely no research for this because I'd like you to have reading materials, so it's in no way scientific 🤷🏻‍♀️

The Chair Beside Your Bed, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

No warnings except minor angst to fluff. (Sry, the gif barely works here but I'm...not changing it. 👀) WC 975

Ari can barely keep his eyes open. You're already asleep, but he just can't bring himself to join.

The IV in your hand looks uncomfortable when you tense involuntarily. He watches the tendons pull and roll beneath your skin and swallows hard.

He should have seen the signs, and the doctors say you'll be right as rain once the antibiotics are done. He still can't leave. He still can't eat. He still refuses to sleep.

Ari's mind can refuse all it wants. Eventually, his eyelids are too heavy, his neck slumps over the thin pillow behind it, and he's lost to a dreamless land in the chair beside your hospital bed.

"Ow," you hiss, releasing the two-by-four in your grasp.

"You get your hand, honey? I got those gloves for you."

You wave him off. "No, no. Stepped too close to the pile and scraped my leg. No big deal. That's almost all the wood from the truck."

"Great," Ari chirps, straightening after marking the outline of your She-Shed in the backyard. "I'll go get another load before dark. We can plot out the frame and whatnot tomorrow."

As you wipe the back of your hand over your head, Ari doesn't see any blood on your legs and immediately forgets.

"So we'll need equal amounts of wood on all sides," you ask.

He shrugs and pulls off his own thick work gloves. "More or less, yeah." Ari won't let you use any of the tools, but he will let you speak like it's a joint effort. Because it is. Everything he does is meant for you now.

While he's out at the store again, you divvy up the stacks of planks around the edges, far enough away for space to work but close enough for convenience. He's grateful, but Ari doesn't realize this means hours where you did not clean the cut on your leg.

A week later and you're running a slight fever. Ari only notices you aren't walking properly when you get off the couch.

His worst fear at that point is that stupid desk chair you're always complaining about. Your back is constantly aching. He wishes the company would replace all the chairs soon but especially, specifically yours.

You work too hard. You're worn out.

He knows you've had a bandaid on one calf, but it's on the outside leg where you sleep in the bed. He forgets a lot until his leg brushes against it while you two snuggle, and you hiss in pain.

Ari insists on taking a look, switching on the bedside lamp. He can tell something is wrong before even removing the bandage because it's red beyond the adhesive. The middle is warm to the touch, which he can barely do before you gripe at him.

You promise to go to the urgent care first thing in the morning, and Ari drives you himself. You're so sure that they'll just slap some pills in your hand and send you on your way that you shoo him off to work.

He gets a voicemail two hours later.

"Hey, uh, don't be mad, but they've transferred me to the hospital. I have to be hooked up to this drip thing for a few days and--"

Ari's in his truck before his supervisor can even wish you well.

If he'd thought about it at all, he would have gone by the house to get you and him a change of clothes, but no such luck. He refuses to leave the hospital grounds and only leaves the building when he absolutely can't stand his cigarette cravings anymore. Otherwise, he is right beside you.

You sleep a surprising amount, wiped out by the intensity of your treatment albeit fairly standard.

It's a long three days.

Ari decided after the first afternoon there that his chair needed to be on the other side of your bed. That way he could hold your hand that wasn't pierced with a needle, and he can safely rest his head on your side.

When you're awake, your fingers card through his hair. When you're awake, you tell him he looks like shit and needs to sleep, too.

"I promise I will later."

"You're lying," you complain weakly.

"Yeah, kid, I'm lying."

This exchange happens three separate times: the first you forget, the second you laugh at, and the third you start playing dirty.

You tell him you'd like to listen to one of your audiobooks, and since neither of you has headphones, you play it on speaker with the phone on your chest.

Ari is successfully out cold within minutes and wakes refreshed and a little pissed.

He lied and told the nurses you are his wife in order to be allowed to stay overnight, so them calling him by your last name during the discharge routine is awkward, to say the least.

Ari has fun explaining that one on the drive home.

With a few more days of ingestible antibiotics left, you're entirely on the mend and use every single ounce of your energy to argue Ari out of the house and off to work. He only feels less guilty when he comes back to find you asleep again, and after one more full day of bed rest, you are able to return to work as well.

From those days on, however, you are forbidden from helping with any repairs or building Ari does. José and Dimitri are rangled to assist when necessary, but it's a hard line in the sand that Ari will not shift on. He also takes it upon himself to be the First Aid King of the Castle and is in charge of all bandaging and cleaning of any wounds, no matter how small.

You only allow this complete farse (enacted over every papercut now) because he looks so cute when he fusses.

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DEFYING DESTINY

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-> Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader

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"Do you know why I chose to save you?" Geralt asked, his chest rising and falling quickly due to his accelerated breathing.

"Free labor?" You smirked up at him, trying to give an explanation to everything that was happening.

"No, little sweet. You've got a world in your eyes. You were never meant to be some noble's wife. You were meant to be free." Geralt admitted, his husky voice low and slow, so you knew he meant it.

Why he decided to do this, you still don't know. You were confused as he took you away from Lord Aildwuss and his castle. The way he didn't want any of the mages offering to him and chose you, was highly suspicious, but you accepted it as your fate anyway.

Geralt had never been one for grand romantic gestures. He was a man of few words, a Witcher who had long ago grown used to the solitary path he walked. But when you witnessed the way he took you far away from that castle, you knew he meant it.

The night was cool, the moon casting a gentle glow on the cobbled streets of the city. You had your freedom now, and that was thanks to him.

You turned to face Geralt, your eyes filled with gratitude and something more – a warmth that had been absent from your life for far too long. He could see the relief in your smile and the weight that had been lifted from your shoulders.

"Thank you, Geralt," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I can't begin to express how grateful I am for what you've done."

Geralt simply nodded, his own gaze steady and reassuring. He wasn't one for flowery speeches or dramatic proclamations, but his actions spoke louder than any words. He had saved you, not for glory or riches, but because it was the right thing to do.

As you walked side by side through the streets, Geralt couldn't help but notice the newfound lightness in your step, the way your laughter rang out freely. It was a stark contrast to the life you had led as a pawn in the noble's games.

"I owe you everything," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

Geralt glanced at you and gave a small, rare smile. "No need for that," he replied. "Just promise me one thing – don't let anyone control your destiny again."

You nodded, determination in your eyes. "I won't, Geralt. I've tasted freedom, and I won't let it slip through my fingers."

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