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dinaaaaee · 1 year

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Firsts with him.

👾Leviathan x gender neutral MC!

👾Synopsis: Firsts with him, abit ooc - didn't follow alot of the dialogue with him and mc at first because It felt awkward ngl. Long sorry.

👾I went back to some lessons to get actual dialogue, I really like this concept so if you want me to do more characters, please request!

👾Warnings: Mentions of death threats - that's just dialogue from the first time MC was in the devildom

✰ When you first met him.

You recall meeting him like it was just yesterday.

Freshly new to the devildom, you and Mammon had just got partnered up. Despite, his complains against 'babysitting' a human, he was kind enough to warn you about other demons, and how you should run if you spot them coming to attack you, or well just die…

Kind enough you suppose.

Just as you were about to thank him, an intense and irritated voice came from behind and startled you both.

"How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon." The taller man, towered over him.

Mammon, quickly turning around: "D'ah…! Levi… you-...uh Listen up, human! This is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He's the third oldest of our three brothers."

Gazing up at the taller demon, he was becoming more and more attractive by the minute. Amber orange eyes that glowed with rage, indigo purple messy hair with side-swept bangs covering half of his eyes, plump, smooth lips that's clearly taken care of. Oh, and his height…his height.

"Mammon give me back my money. Then go crawl in a hole and die."

"C'mon, man I said I'll give it back to you when I have time!" As they continued to bicker, you couldn't help but stare at the older demon Infront of you, sure the other demons you met were attractive, but you wasn't sure what made you more attracted to the Avatar of Envy then the others. Was it his anger? Was it because he kept glancing at you? You swear your heart skipped a beat when he did.

There was no denial, that there was a mutual attraction, even if you both didn’t want to admit it.

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✰ When you first made a pact with him/first apology.

He made a mistake.

Due to Levi's persistence in getting his money back, you ended up making a pact with Mammon. Despite of it all, he still did not get his money back.

What a shame.

A few weeks later, you were becoming more intrigued by that attic; something about that damn attic was luring you in. But of course, Lucifer wouldn't let you go in so easily, so you needed a distraction.

That's how you and Levi ended up in a TSL contest.

The icing on the cake was the very limited wing pendant Solomon gave to you, that Leviathan would kill to get.

But you had it. He didn't like that. How the hell do you have something so rare and you’ve only been in the devildom for a couple of days?! Jealousy, rage, welled up in him.

He wasn't thinking clearly, he saw green.

BANG!

You were now running away.

Leviathan couldn't face you, not after he embarrassed himself, But he had, has to apologize, only because Lucifer is nagging him. Working up the courage after a few days of going quiet, he messages and invites you to the music room, saying you could bring someone if your uncomfortable, but just meet him there.

Sighing, you walk over to the music room downstairs, and see the tall demon, impatiently walking around in a circle in a quicken pace.

"Finally, I've been waiting for you to show up!" Levi exclaimed. Surprised to see that you actually came, and without anyone? He took a step forwards to you, and looked behind you, to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"You didn't bring anyone with you? No Mammon?" "No, I didn't." "Even, after...what happened?"

Sighing, you tell him despite being hurt by his actions, you understand that he is the Avatar of Envy and a Demon.

Are you an angel?

Releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding in, he gets straight to the point. "Well we did agree, if you did win I would agree to be in a pact with you." He says fake smiling.

“We did.” you say, genuinely smiling.

Shaking the sinners hand, your now in a pact with.

"So what is it? A normie human like you, wanting a pact with a demon? there is obviously a ulterior motive here."

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✰When he calls you henry for the first time/holds your hand.

Lights, acting, action.

Whoever said that devils work harder were right, there was a few days left until the big day, until the student council members + mc performs a TSL play for RAD and Simeon was not going easy on them.

Now all you can hear is students cheerings overtaking the medival music playing in the background. You see blood roses been thrown onto the wide black stage, Levi in the middle of the stage calling for you, to come out with him. When you do join him, you didn’t expect him to take your hand in his. His hand feels unexpectedly soft, expectedly sweaty, but you don’t mind.

“Henry I can’t believe we did that! We just did that!” Levi excitedly says in the middle of bowing.

“Lord of the Shadows, we did just do that!!”

“EEKK! that was so nervewrecking but amazing at the same time. Henry, you especially were amazing out there, you portrayed him perfectly, just as how I imagined him to be.” Levi now is facing you, with sparkles in his eyes, his hand still intertwined with yours. You could see the passion, the admiration in his eyes, making you shy away.

“Oh… thank you. Hehe, you were just as awesome though! especially with the betrayal scene.”

He gives you a genuine toothy grin, and says “All because of you, my henry! You gave me the inspiration and a confidence boost to play my character, your my best friend, my henry in real life, lol!” And with that you both finished your credits, and walked off stage back to your changing rooms, the warmth still lingering on your hand, not forgetting his words and how he called you his henry, his best friend.

Is the room suddenly hot now?

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✰When he gives you a gift for the first time.

Knock, Knock.

“Whats the password?”

“The second Lord-

“Oh, Mc! Come in, quick!”

Chuckling you open his door, finding him on sitting on the floor, with something behind his back.

“Someone is in a hurry today. So what was the emergency that you needed me for? That couldnt wait after I finished my hookberry tea?”

“Close your eyes, and put both of your hands out, don’t open your eyes until I say so.”

Hesitating, you slowly put your hands out.

“Pleeeaaase, henry? Don’t worry its nothing bad, lmao.”

“Fine.”

You did as what he said, and waited. You could feel that whatever he put on your hands was quite heavy.

“Okay, 3,2,1! Look.”

Opening your eyes and looking down, you see that it was a neon orange consoles, the controls were black, however the back had a little drawing of your favourite character from your favourites anime/show.

“Ta daaa! I got us matching consoles, now there is no excuse for not playing with me, and just sitting there. I remember you telling me about how much you love this character and I couldn’t help but watch the anime/show myself, It can also glow in the dark, check it out.” Levi pressed a button on his remote control and the lights go abit dim, you could see the consoles glowing.

“oh my god!! LEVI I LOVE THESE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” (imagine ken’s squeal) you exclaim with enthusiasm, tackling him into a hug and kissing his right cheek.

“I- uh- e - w-why w-would y-you “ Levi malfunctions.

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✰Confession that leads to a first kiss with him.

For a while now you’ve liked Leviathan, and not only in a friendly way but also in a romantic way. Everyone else but him, was aware of it. From the moment you met him, you knew there was attraction and he knew it too. But now, everytime he walked past, you had apparent hearts in your eyes making it hard to hide.

Knowing this cannot go on for long, you were planning on tell him, but little did you know he was going to beat you to it. Levi messaged you to meet him in his room afterschool, thats how you ended up sitting next to him on the floor watching him play with the strings of his white jacket.

“Uhm Levi?” you called out for him, breaking him from his thoughts.

“R-right, y-yeah.”

“You can do this Leviathan.” He hype whispers himself.

Levi shakily grabbing his controller and dragging the slider to a game, waiting for it to load, while you was peering over his shoulder, confused on what he needs.

“Uh…so. I-I made this f-for you.” He says while hiding he face, loading screen complete.

Looking at the screen you can see sentences: ‘Idk how to tell u in person, but I rlly ♡ u, not in a friend way btw’

…

Your heart was doing jumping jacks, you was grinning like an idiot, you forgot to speak, making Levi next to you, confused and nervous.

“M-Mc I-If you-“

Tackling him into a hug you thank him, and tell him that you really ♡ him aswell, he almost fainted.

“Levi, I’m so glad you told me that you like me, I was planning on telling you soon. I really like you aswell.”

Mc, you are going to be the death of him.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask shly.

“A-are you sure y-you want to k-kiss an yucky shut-in otaku like me?!” He was red as a tomato.

“I want to kiss you.”

…

Finally, he nods, closing his eyes and leaning in, you cup his face with both of your hands, leaning in, sitting on your knees, pressing your lips with his, it was a sweet chaste kiss but as soon as you both pulled away you were left wanting more. Wanting more of his cherry lip balm taste, wanting more of him.

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Bonus: different ver, after confessing:

“Mc, Why- Why w-would you want trash like me?”

“Levi your not trash, but if you are trash can I take you out? ;)”

“I a- wait…”

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b0nten · 1 year

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POLAROIDS & CIGARETTES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ them finding out you have a polaroid of you in your phone case

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ ran sanzu and hakkai being goofy

hakkai

bro is SO excited

literally the happiest man alive

he just wanted to see what the time was and next thing he knew he was hit by a sudden rush of euphoria, happiness and everything positive

my guy looked at you like you had just commited the BIGGEST, MOST SINFUL crime ever

“what’s wrong, hakkai?”

“are you REALLY asking that 🤨?”

“….”

“UR PHONE CASE IS SO CUTE☺️☺️!!!”

and then he kisses you

literally so wholesome

would URGE you to take another pic for him to keep in his phone case.

boy adores showing you off

speaking about showing you off,,

i think his photo would be REAAAAAALLY similar to yours or maybe even a re-enacted version of yours

matchy king

the photo is of you two on your anniversary, at tokyo disneyland. it’s so pretty — the sky is dark and there’s fireworks dancing on it, and the castle’s towering behind you. you and hakkai are wearing matching mickey and minnie mouse ears and you’re holding a giant koala plushie that the won for you at an arcade. it’s the most beautiful picture ever, especially because you’re both laughing and oozing out that same happy energy through the photo!

ran

ALSO SO EXCITED

HE’S SOOOOO SMUG ABOUT IT TOO

like “what’s that you got there. y/n😏?”

“oh, this?” you lift your phone and show him the back “it’s a polaroid we took when we went to West Walk”

unlike hakkai, he doesn’t keep a polaroid in his phone case, only because he tried to but somehow lost it :(

he likes to show it off SO MUCH THO

like, when he’s with friends every 10 minutes he’s like “btw did you see this cute pic of me and my queen?”

LOVE THAT FOR HIM

get urself a man like ran

the photo is one of you in a bigass fitting room in saint laurent, looking SO extra.

bonus: you actually have two polaroids, the second being one of you two fooling around in a department store.

the picture is of you two, and you’re sitting in a cart, while he’s the one pushing it.

also, both of them are SURELY mirror pics. i will not argue or elaborate.

another bonus:

years later, when he works for bonten, he comes up randomly to you and tells you to get dressed. then, he takes you to West Walk into YSL and you guys take photos like the two cuties that you are. then, he tells you to put it in your phone case. before you leave, you have him unknowingly recreate the department store photo that he STILL doesn’t know of.

sanzu

first things first

let me start by describing the polaroid

your polaroid consists of a drunk, blurry selfie you took with your boyfriend when the two of you had one too many drinks.

he’s leaning against a brick wall on the street, struggling to light a cigarette. he’s got one leg propped up, the other fully out in the street, and his white hair is messy. he looks so grumpy too 🥹🥹

then, in the opposite corner, there’s you! your face is so zoomed in and blurry but your contagious smile ia still noticeable, through the crinkle of your eyes and very very stretched skin around the mouth from how hard you’re smiling (since the mouth can’t even be seen)

i think it’s cute

actually really cute

he’s not really of the same opinion as i

but that’s ok! we don’t care!

“ Y/NNNNN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKKKK”

^ his first reaction

then he actually started panicking

“what if your parents see this?”

“my parents live an ocean and plenty of kilometers away”

“YEAH BUT STILL”

you try to reassure him that the picture is very nice and you’ve actually gotten a lot of compliments on it

“PEOPLE REALLY SAW IT????” now he wants to crawl into a hole and die

almost goes into septic shock when mucho sees the picture and points out that it represents your guys’ dynamic pretty darn good (doesn’t say anything bad or laughs maliciously, genuinely think it’s cute)

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Jealous Venti stuff cause I'm on that rn

Warnings: general sagau, possessiveness I suppose, mild codependency

Obviously you can only split your attention so many directions, it was inevitable something would eventually slip through.

Venti was just so sure it would never be him, and yet...

Five minutes was nothing, not in the face of the eternity he'd been waiting before you descended.

He mental cringed at how much like Ei that sounded.

Five minutes turned to ten, which soon rolled over into twenty. But he was nothing if not dutiful, or perhaps that was just another way of saying obsessive.

Dutiful, obsessive, completely and utterly infatuated, what did the wording matter, the end result was the same. The end result was him willing to stand outside your chamber door all night, if only to confirm you had really slept somewhere else, potentially even with someone else.

It made him nauseous. Worse than nauseous. It made him feel as if a black hole was consuming him from the inside, tearing his body apart at an atomic level.

That was a normal thing to feel, right? A deep set hatred, one he never even thought himself capable of, when your attention was anywhere but him.

Not at you, god never at you. The day he started feeling anything less than complete bliss at simply the thought of you was the day he'd die, by his own hands if it came to that.

No it wasn't you, it was everything else, every single thing in the entire never ending universe that wasn't you or him simply didn't matter. It didn't deserve the emotional energy that would be wasted, that would be better spent on you.

It was around the two hour mark now, 7,243 second to be more precise.

Venti's legs were starting to hurt, his unwillingness to move even the slightest centimeter until he finally layed eyes on you was catching up to him.

You should have been back by now...

He played with the idea of going to look for you himself multiple times throughout the past two hours, but the thought of being gone when you did finally return, the thought of you closing your chamber door in order to rest, effectively barring him from seeing you until morning—

His waiting did finally pay off, the sight of you entering his peripheral, his ability to breathe halting momentarily.

It took only a mere two seconds before you were no longer on your feet, knocked to the ground with the force of a thousand winds, or at least the one who controlled them.

"Venti??"

"Where were you?"

It was said with such unfiltered sadness from where he lay on top of you, his hands snaking around your waist so your position was something closer to a hug.

"I— I was with Kaeya—" You stuttered, thrown slightly off guard.

Venti's grip noticeably tightened.

You regained your composure and elaborated, "After the meeting, which went on for longer than expected, he wanted to update me on a Treasure Hoarder situation that was being monitored."

You weren't particularly surprised by Venti's sudden display of affection, but the fact he didn't even wait until you were inside your bedroom was a bit suspicious.

"You shouldn't be bothered with that," he was quick to retort, a mild venom lacing his words, "It's his job, is Kaeya so incompetent that he has to rope you into such trivial matters?"

'He was just doing it so he could spend more time with you.'

That part went unspoken, its implication hanging in the air.

You were starting to see a bit more of the picture, maneuvering yourself to a sitting up position with a sigh and allowing him to wordlessly crawl into your lap, burying his face against you as you stroked his hair.

"I promise you it was something that required my attention, but I'm sorry for making you wait nonetheless."

Venti let out a hum, seemingly satisfied with your answer, or maybe it was just the fact he couldn't be anything but wholly happy in this position if he tried.

The repetitive movement of finger gliding through his hair halted for a moment, it was only a moment but fear immediately coursed through him at the thought of you pulling away.

"Maybe we could move out of the middle of the hallway now?"

Oh. Right. You were both still on the floor. Although, in your embrace, he could have been in the depths of the abyss itself and wouldn't have bothered to notice.

You got a small, almost completely unnoticeable nod in return, choosing to cautiously return to a standing position as Venti's hold barely loosened.

It would be practically impossible to walk even five feet like this, so you opted on deploying strategy A, created for this exact situation after the fifth time it happened.

You moved your hand to brush over his face, catching his attention as he pulled back just enough to allow you to position it under his chin, as you then pushed his head up to his eyes met yours.

An unknown question died in his throat as your lips quickly captured his own, it only took half a second before he melted into it, succumbing to all the glory that was you.

You waited a second longer before pulling away, ensuring that he would be too out of it to try and stop you.

Just as you expected, he was practically putty, allowing you to simply drag him along as he slowly came down from that high. The next thing he consciously registered was he was somehow in your room, laying at the foot of your bed as you exited bathroom with a pair of pajamas on.

"Your grace please..." Venti whined, the realization that you took advantage of his blissed out state, albeit not in the way he would have liked, dawning. "That's not fair..."

"Well I'm sorry that the bed is more comfortable than the hallway floor."

Once you finally situated yourself in a comfortable position Venti went back to draping himself on top of you, resting his head between your shoulder and neck, soaking up all warmth you provided.

It only took a minute for him to remember why you were late again, unpleasant feelings once again festering.

"You know," Venti started, his breath against your neck causing you to shiver, "If Treasure Hoarders are the reason, maybe I should just take care of them tomorrow, since Kaeya can't seem to."

The last part of that was mumbled, but audible nonetheless. You let out a hum in response.

"I don't think that's necessary."

Well that hurt.

Did you not think he was capable? Had he not proven himself time and time again to be incredibly capable of taking care of some of the less than pleasant problems you faced? Did you think Kaeya was more capable than him???

"Your grace, I'm not quite sure you understand my intentions."

Venti was quick to grab your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it with a wink. "I would make the world bleed for you. I want you to rely on me."

You almost felt the need to laugh, someone offering to be your rock to lean on? To be your solid ground amidst a sea of uncertainty? A part of you found it amusing, and a part of you found it sad.

Venti seemed to read your blatant apprehension.

"No one else matters," he continued, "No one ever will. I could make everything about you."

He moved his head to face you, so you could see how genuine his eyes were.

"You wouldn't have to worry about anything, ever." He inched closer with every word, "Not the Treasure Hoarders, not Kaeya or the knights or Mondstadt. I'd take care of it all." Venti finished, his lips barely a hairs breath away from yours, wanting that small gap to close but never taking.

You want it, him, the promise he gives but could never keep. That was just the problem wasn't it, your wants didn't matter, you had a role to fill.

You pulled away, the rift between you growing, Venti let out a pained sigh.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

He sounded genuinely heartbroken, as if he would much prefer you to have physically hurt him than even insinuate you didn't want to touch him.

"You know I don't." You replied in an exhausted tone, "If the circumstances were different, if I wasn't me, there would be nothing that could stop me from taking you up on that. But I can't abandon them, and it's not fair to ask you to pick up the slack."

Venti's face darkened, of course they were the problem, they would always be the problem.

"So selfless..." There was a bitter tone to his voice, a bite that challenged anyone who wanted to even try and stop him from taking you all to himself, "They don't deserve it."

You winced slightly at his tone, a movement he felt. He offered an apology in the form of soft kisses pressed against your collarbone, lazy movements as his hair tickled your neck.

You bit back a giggle, feeling his actions leading him up your neck, then to your jaw, eventually peppeing your face while intentionally avoiding your lips.

"Venti! Venti Venti it tickles!" You squeaked out laughing, unable to stop at how you felt him smile against you.

He pressed a final kiss to you forehead, drawing that one out before pulling back, his expression once again going somber.

"I'm being honest you know, just say the word, I'll take care of everything you could ever want, I'd do it all for you in a heartbeat. You'd never have to rely on anyone else, no more incompetent untrustworthy people that don't even deserve to look at you. I could deal with anyone who tries to come between that. I'm an Archon, your Archon, use me like one."

It was enticing, but then again when was he not. The visual image of living something of a normal life, Venti being there to ensure it. No longer being the foundation which the entire world happily rested on, instead using him as your foundation.

It was a nice thought, but that's how it would remain.

"Come on, let's sleep, I'm tired."

That statement was more truthful than anyone could ever imagine, you were tired, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, all four at once.

A tiny part of you hoped, as much as you didn't feel you deserved it, that when you did finally crack, when the foundation you had forged yourself into finally reached its weight capacity, it would be his arms that you would fall into.

#genshin impact #genshin venti #sagau #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #you know when you read something a million times and can't tell if it's actually good or concise or not?#yeah #idk man jealous venti #tried to focus a bit more on dialogue #shocking i know #how uncharacteristic #Imagine projecting #couldn't be me

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dreamswithghosts · 1 year

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Tech's Wires (Tech x Reader)

This is an 18+ fic, anyone who is under the age of 18 please do not read this!

Summary: You and Tech were peacefully traveling through hyperspace on a small mission when all of a sudden something happens to the ship. Tech had to crawl into a small space to get to where he needed to fix the ship. Something scandalous probably ensues afterward.

Author's Notes: This was purely inspired by an old sailor story my dad and his navy buddies always talked about. They were all on the same nuclear submarine back in the day. There was a time when the nuclear reactor that was on the sub was malfunctioning and they were going to lose power to the ship. My father had to crawl into this little hole full of wires to fix the malfunction so they could all still have power. Very much a do-or-die moment, but the kicker was he couldn't fit with the safety gear so he had to crawl in there in just his underwear. Also, I want to thank everyone who reads this and likes this. This is the first time I have ever publicly shown any of my writing. I hope you guys like it and if you have any ideas or suggestions you want to share please let me know! I plan to eventually post this on ao3 as well once I make an account. I have always been a reader and have written for my own personal pleasure. I really hope you like this. Edit: Link to fic on AO3

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, grinding, mild biting, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it boys and girls and everything else), creampie, after care is important y'all

Word Count: 2.6k

You are jerked awake from the feeling of the Havoc Marauder being yanked out of hyperspace and the alarms instantly blaring throughout the small modified attack shuttle. Tech was out of his bunk in a flash before you even had a chance to lift your head from your bunk. He was in the cockpit in seconds and his voice could barely be heard over the blaring sound of the alarm. You pulled yourself out of the bunk quickly making your way to the cockpit.

"Take over the controls and keep the ship steady." Tech hollered, he was pulling a panel off of the inner walls of the cockpit. You threw yourself into the pilot's seat, grabbing the steering wheel and holding the ship steady. You also reached over, turning the alarms off so you could think clearly as you flew the ship through the dark black vacuum of space. Behind you, you heard Tech grumbling and grunting as he reached into the open panel pulling out some wires.

"Tech, what's going on?" Your voice was full of worry as you noticed that they were in the middle of nowhere.

"The wires to the hyperdrive must have short-circuited and fried the system. I'm going to need to get into the wall to fix it." Tech explained. You then heard the sounds of plastoid armor dropping to the ground and the sound of the leather from his belts followed quickly after. You glanced over the back of the red seat spotting Tech pulling his shirt off of his body, and you felt your face flush a little.

"Tech? What are you doing?" You quickly yanked your eyes back over to the dash of the ship.

"I need to crawl into the wall to do the repair and I cannot fit with my armor and clothes," Tech said simply. Your hands gripped the wheel tighter, "Tech, that's dangerous."

"If I do not do this, we will be floating in space with no power soon." He argued. You made a small sign knowing that once Tech sets his mind on something, you know there's no changing it. You peeked over the chair again to see the last of Tech's bare leg disappear into the wall. A few minutes later, the ship started to fly more smoothly and you heard Tech remerge from the open panel in the wall. He appeared next to you, shooing you out of the pilot's seat to get the ship back on track and back into hyperspace.

"We should be fine until we land back on Ord Mantell." Tech signed, getting up to retrieve his things, but you stopped him.

"Wait. You're bleeding." You reached out, grabbing his arm. He made no protest as you led him into the main hull of the ship grabbing the medical supplies.

"It's just a small cut. I will be fine." Tech objected vocally, but made no move to move away from you.

"Yes, but who knows what else is in these walls? I don't want to risk any kind of infection." You argued, sitting him down in one of the chairs and opening the medkit. You started to clean the small cut on his bicep. It took you little time to put a bandage on it and fix up the other small one on his back. Once you were done, you gave him a quick, light kiss on his cheek.

"All done soldier." You smiled lightly at him and put the medkit away. Tech looked over at you, a very small flush on his cheeks in the dark lighting on his cheeks. He might have finally caught up to the fact that he is sitting next to you in just his underwear.

"How much longer till we are back at Ord Mantell?" You asked lightly, moving to sit in the other chair in the main hull of the small fighter ship.

"Oh, probably only for another hour or two," Tech answered after a second like you had pulled him out of his thoughts. You raised your eyebrow at him, "You alright?"

Tech sat still in his chair, his sharp brown eyes staring you down. The only movement he made was his left hand reaching up to adjust the goggles on his face. He took in a deep breath, "Come over here."

You gave him a surprised look. This tends to be out of the ordinary for him. The two of you had been doing a small dance around each other for months now, trying to see if the other liked each other more than friends. It was obvious to everyone else around them and they never failed to tell you that. Tech has never been forward like this.

Your curiosity gets the better of you. You stand up walking the short distance from your chair over to where he sat. When you were close enough, he reached out and pulled you into his lap, making you squeak in surprise. His hands lightly rested on your hips, leaving you plenty of space to move away if you wish.

He gazed at you through his goggles, "Would you allow me… To make love to you."

You blinked once or twice, your brain processing his words for a second. Being this close to him, you could see the small blush on his cheeks. You made a small smile, nodding your head, "Please."

Tech took the opportunity and leaned forward, kissing you on the lips. You made a small hum, moving your head to accommodate his goggles. This isn't the first time you've kissed him. There was a drunken night between the two of you where there was a small bruise on your cheek from accidentally hitting his goggles. This was the first time the two of you kissed without the hindrance of something else in your systems.

You wrapped your arms around his bare shoulders, lightly pressing yourself up against him as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip. You gave him easy access, making a small moan at the feeling of your tongues sliding against each other. That seemed to push Tech forward, he pushed his hands under your shirt, pulling it up over your head. The clothing dropped to the floor followed quickly with your bra. Tech's hands started to wander, mapping out your torso, taking a moment to grope your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples, playing with them until they were hard.

You decide to take the initiative, moving away from his lips and starting to kiss down his jaw and neck. You paused at the sensitive skin right at the base of his giving that spot more attention. He granted you with a whimper that sounded amazing from him. You instantly wanted to hear that again and again, so you started to slowly grind your hips down against his lap. Through your pants, you were able to feel he was already hard as he rocked his hips up against yours.

"Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" You teased him lightly, leaning back some to get a good look at the man flushed in front of him. His goggles were knocked out of place and his blush had increased dramatically, it spread to his shoulders and chest.

You got a snort and a small crooked smile from Tech. Moving his hands down to your ass, using them a moment to guide your hips on top of him. Both of you shuttering at the pleasure you got from each other.

"You might be a little surprised when it doesn't shoot blaster bolts." Tech teased, his hands moving away from your clothed ass to the underside of your thighs. He promoted a laugh from you from his words, not expecting him to say something like that.

While he had you distracted with your laughter, he shifted under you, pulling you into his arms and standing up. He held you with some surprising strength that only a clone could have. You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him out of the small worry that he might drop you. He walked the two of you over to the bunks, laying you down on the bottom one.

"This spot is probably better for now." Tech hummed as he crawled over you, "Eventually I want you in the pilot's chair. If this ever happens again."

"You've thought about this with me?" You asked, pulling him close to you again, his chest pressing flush to yours. The warmth from his body was already starting to become an addiction.

"Yes." He hissed out, leaning down, pulling you into another kiss. You made a small groan from the kiss once again, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips so he could grind down against you.

He moved away from your kiss, slowly moving down your body, kissing and sucking on your neck and chest pulling all kinds of sounds from him. Eventually, he got to your hips, his long fingers dipping under the waistband of your pants. He paused for a moment looking up at you to silently ask you again for permission. You nodded your head and your pants and underwear were quick to be pulled from your body.

"Marvelous." Tech breathed looking down at you completely bare for him. You were flushed just as much as him feeling a little subconscious now that you had his complete attention. His hands moved down your sides to your hips and then between your thighs. His hand moved between your legs, being quick to find your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your back arched off the bunk a little as you let out a deep moan from the pleasure it brought you.

"Oh my god, Tech." You gasped as you felt him slide one of his fingers in you, meeting barely any resistance from how wet you were. His breathing was uneven as he watched you squirm under his touch.

He was quick to add in another finger to make sure you would be able to take him. You were so worked up that his menstruations had you already close to your peak. Tech let out a heavy moan at the sight, pulling away, "You are absolutely gorgeous."

"Tech." You shuttered at his compliments. He smiled down at you, shifting himself as he pulled the last bit of clothing that was still on his body off. You gasped at the sight of him in his naked glory in front of you. He looked divine.

"As much as I would love to see you cum from just my hands, I would prefer to see you cum on my cock." Tech's voice was deep and breathy, sending shivers up your spine. He grabbed your thighs to shift the two of you in a good position between your legs. He ended up pulling one of your legs on his shoulder.

"W-Wait." You gasped suddenly freezing, "Protection."

Tech paused looking down at you confused for a moment, "You mean condoms? I doubt they're hardly necessary. Clones are sterile and we were designed to not be able to contract illnesses easily. Plus we were tested regularly. I'm clean. Are you?"

"Yeah." You breathed still looking up at him, a little concerned. He leaned down kissing you softly on the lips, moving your leg so you didn't have to stretch it too far, "Then there should be nothing to be concerned about."

The two of you kissed a bit more and you slowly moved away again to ask him a question, "Are you sure? You're not lying to me are you?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Tech gave you a confused look and you looked away from him off into the distance, biting your lip.

"If you don't want to do this, you can just tell me." Tech's voice was laced with concern now. You jerked your eyes back to the man on top of you, "What? No, I do! Sorry."

Tech stayed where he was. His thumbs lightly stroked your skin, "Would you feel better if I were to find some form of protection?"

You thought about it for a second, a little concerned you ruined the mood. But as you glanced down, you saw he was still hard, flushed red, and leaking precum out of the tip. You found yourself shaking your head no.

"I need to hear you say it." Tech's voice was soft as he leaned down again giving you a small kiss on your cheek.

"Tech, I want you to fuck me." You breathed, your hands reaching up to wrap around his shoulders. Tech's breath hitched, his exhale another whimper.

"As you wish, my dear." That was all the motivation he needed, moving the two of them again between your legs. He slowly slid his dick into you making you gasp at the stretch. He started to set a steady pace, the both of you pulling moans from each other. You ran your nails up his back, probably leaving small little lines. He leaned down kissing your neck more leaving small bites that will probably leave a mark.

Eventually, he angled his hips right, hitting a spot in you that practically made you scream. The both of you panting and moaning, a small sheen of sweat on both of your skins. He hit the spot a few more times and before you could warn him, you felt yourself cuming around his cock. His name is like a prayer on your lips.

"Oh fuck." Tech gasped his hips rocking into you as you felt your walls squeeze around him. He made a few more weak thrusts and then he was cumming inside you. You moaned at the feeling of his warm, white seed filling you. The both of you held onto each other tightly, panting hard as you came down from the high of the orgasm.

"That was…" you breathed as Tech shifted himself so he could lean up and kiss you on the lips. He smiled softly against your lips, "Yeah."

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, softly kissing each other as he got soft in you. Eventually, he pulled away both of you groaning at the feeling of him pulling out of you.

"I will be right back," Tech informed, moving off the small bunk the two of you were on. He went into the small fresher on the ship, eventually coming back with a small damp towel. You had moved to your side but moved again as he settled himself between your legs again. He gently ran the cloth over you, efficiently cleaning you up. Once he was done he lightly tapped your thigh, making the sound of a slap, but not being painful at all.

"Okay. Go use the fresher and then come back here." Tech instructed, his voice is softer than it normally is. Honestly, it sounds very similar to the sound of him waking up and still feeling tired. You nod, moving out of the bunk as he laid down on it in your place. You went to the fresher doing your business and returned like he had asked you to. He was still in the bunk, naked, but with a blanket laying over his hips. He had his tablet in his hands. He put it aside when he saw you, motioning for you to join him.

"Didn't think you would be the type to be a cuddler after sex." You teased him lightly as you laid back down on the small bunk, Tech wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into a spooning position. He made a small huff kissing your shoulder as you wrapped the blanket around the two of you.

"Don't want to let go of you yet."

#bad batch #the bad batch #tbb #star wars #star wars bad batch #clone force 99 #tech #tech bad batch #bad batch tech #tech x reader #reader x tech #tech fic #bad batch fic #tech bad batch x reader #tech bb #reader insert

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mikazenin · 1 year

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“did you just..?”

synopsis ! dabi and hawks reacts to their s/o moaning when they accidentally got hit by them.

warnings ! slightly suggestive.

a/n ! my lewd best friend gave me this idea when we were playing a board game. yeah you know who you are if you're reading this! you moaned when I threw you that domino!

( # ) ── dabi ;

you saw a funny video on your fyp and you decided to do the same to your boyfriend dabi.

he was just chilling on the couch when you came up to him and asked him to make a video with you and he agreed as long as it's not something embarrassing he had to do.

you told him to act as if he was putting on deodorant and he was so confused but you kept telling him to do so while you were recording so he hesitantly does what you said and after a few seconds ,you started playing monkey noises.

you were already laughing and dabi getting annoyed at that made you even laugh more, he grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at you, getting a reaction he didn't expected.

“..ah~!”

you immediately slapped your mouth and covered it, dabi was shocked even you! like how did that slip out of your mouth?! you immediately got so flustered and turned off the recording, covering yourself with your palms.

“doll.. did you just..?” you can practically see dabi's smirk when he said that line even though your eyes were covered! you dropped on your back on the couch with your face still covered and you started kicking with your legs in embarrassment.

“s-shut up!” you yelled when you heard dabi snickering in the background, you were screaming at yourself since that moan was so loud and clear like what? do you want the whole world to hear that?

dabi grabbed your wrists after a few minutes of chuckling, he forced you to uncover your embarrassed face and he sees that you look so red right now. it's so cute in his eyes. <3

“I didn't know you were into that.” he mumbled in a husky tone, leaning down towards your face as he was now on top of you. you stopped kicking your legs and got more embarrassed now that he's looking so sexy above you!

“im not..” you spoke in a very quiet tone as your head turned away from him, your cheeks felt so hot and you felt like you were going to burst. suddenly, dabi gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“why so quiet now? want me to make you louder?”

“what?!”

( # ) ── hawks ;

it was late at night and you two were playing uno on your shared king sized bed, you two were winning for best out of three, it was the last round and you two were at tie.

hawks had thought he had already won because he was already at uno and you had two cards, if you didn't have the color red or the number 5, then he wins cuz his last card was a red!

but he sure let his guard down when you yelled out, “uno!” and dropped a +4 card.

man was too stunned to speak and you dropped your final card, yelling out in excitement since you had won !! don't play uno with him at night cuz he will get so pissed that he lost.

he rambled that it was rigged and he threw his last card, you immediately laughed at him as he grabbed the small uno box and aggressively threw it on the cards in the middle but it bounced up and hit your chest.

“..ah~!”

he froze. like literally froze.

“babybird..?” he looked back at you but you were now turned around, your hands covering your face as you didn't expect to suddenly moan you were so embarrassed that you just wanted to crawl in a hole and die :(

“y-you didn't hear anything..” you mumbled, your body shaking in embarrassment and humiliation as hawks also got flustered by your loud moan. his wings would puff up and he blushed as your moan repeated in his head.

“k-keigo, you didn't hear anything..” you repeated, getting even more embarrassed as you scream in your palm.

you tensed up when hawks back hugged, wrapping his arms around you along with his scarlet wings as you felt something poking you back that makes your face even more red.

hawks already had a boner cuz his mind kept repeating your moan.

“yeah, I didn't hear anything but I'll be hearing one later..”

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welcometothedopeworld · 6 months

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The Death of Allen Sugasano ~ *Allen Sugasano*

Summary: Allen was going to die. You've just seen his super secret love song notebook. Will someone please just kill him already? Wait... you actually like them?!

Pairing: Allen Sugasano X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 530

Warning: Death treated as a joke

Masterlist

He was going to die.

There was no question about it. Life as he knew it was over for him. Allen was going to have to have Hajun and Anne inform his parents about their disowned son’s untimely demise.

“Allen? Are you okay?”

No, he wasn’t okay! His crush just saw his private notebook full of all the love songs he wrote about them! He was as good as dead!

You touched his shoulder, causing him to flinch. “Allen? Is there anything I can do?”

There was nothing you could do. If there was anything he wanted you to do, it would be to just leave him alone to die as he wallowed in self pity. All he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die already! Was that seriously too much to ask?

“If it’s any consolation,” It probably wasn’t. “They’re really good.”

He froze. You thought they were good? Really? You weren’t teasing him by saying his songs were good and then laughing in his face as you take it back, right?

You smiled. “You have such a wonderful way with words, you know? I can barely rhyme. Honestly, I’m kind of jealous of your talent.”

“You’re jealous of me?” He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Laughing, you nodded. “Yeah. All of your music is so beautifully written and your words really speak to the soul. I always love listening to your music.”

“Really?” He could tell he was blushing super hard right now. But he just couldn’t believe you had such strong feelings about his music. Was some divine being finally taking pity on him? Either way, he couldn’t complain. This was an absolutely surreal feeling. What should he say? What does a person say when their crush loves a composer’s love songs written for them in a notebook they never should’ve seen?

“Yeah. Seriously Allen, you have such a gift.” You nodded, your eyes sparkling as you praised him. “If you ask me, you should chase after your dreams with all your might. I’m sure you’ll go farther than you anticipate.”

“T-thanks.” He mumbled. However, before you could take off, he called out. “W-wait!”

Turning to face him, you gave him a heavenly smile that made him rethink stopping you. “Yes?”

“Oh, I, uh, um, was wondering if you, ah, were interested, you could come over and, uh, listen to more of my music.” That sounded so stupid. He was so stupid! He couldn’t just ask you to come over! He was such an idiot! Wasn’t someone or something supposed to smite him down by now?

Your smile widened. “I’d love to! Here-” brandishing a pen, you wrote your number on his wrist. “Call me and I’ll be over.”

Allen let you walk away this time, his jaw completely on the floor. He couldn’t believe it. One minute, he was practically dying because you saw all of his love songs, the next he scored a date with you. Was this some kind of crazy, impossible dream? If so, he never wanted to wake up.

He glanced down at his wrist with your number printed so nicely.

“I’m never washing this wrist again.”

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mxdarling · 14 days

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["to jealousy, to being yours"]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: five (5) times you thought nobara liked maki, and the one (1) time she proved you wrong.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 5k (5,010)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: pov: you're falling in love with someone you cant have

[author's note:] hii so um HAPPY (VERY BELATED) BIRTHDAY BESTIE<33 @wenmiyun lots of hugs and kisses mwah mwah /p PLSS I'M SO SORRY I HAVE TO GIFT YOU MY SHITTY WRITING AND ESPECIALLY THIS LATE, here's my attempt of writing for nobara, i never written for jjk before so spare me the harsh criticism on their personalities </3

[warnings:] lowercase, occ nobara + other jjk characs, angst, fluff, jealousy behavior (from reader), reader really is jealous of maki, cringe humour, reader writes in (not) a diary, cursing, kiss scene, nobara is taller than reader, they/them pronouns, reader wants to be beaten up by nobara (once).

[If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me.]

[GN reader]

ⅰ. (when she found maki pretty).

["dear diary, how does one cope with the intense feeling of knowing your feelings aren't reciprocated and you want to crawl in a hole and die? because I really want to crawl in a hole and die?"]

["dear diary, I don't even have a diary; I'm just writing on a piece of paper and calling it a diary to look like I actually write stuff down when really I don't."]

["dear diary, I'm feeling like a piece of shit and really overthinking this, but i think i'm 100% going to get rejected and I'm 100% going to look like an absolute fool in front of her, and I'm going to ruin our friendship in the process while I watch her get together with maki :')"]

["dear diary, imagine not being able to afford a therapist and having to resort to taking to some—"]

the sound of pencil lead being snapped, it falls to the wooden floor and magically disappears within the color of the floor. "…fucck.." you whisper curses, knowing you have to go find a sharpener, sharpen your pencil, and go back to writing in your diary (a piece of paper). what's even better is that you don't even know where the hell you're going to find a sharpener anywhere in these grounds, plus the fact that it literally took you almost 30 minutes just to find a goddamn pencil to write with—sometimes you just really question your luck in life.

you lean back on the chair, putting down the pencil on the desk beside the piece of paper. the silence in the classroom wasn't helping the debate happening inside your head—whether it was worth it to try and find a sharpener or suffer by yourself by letting this extreme surge of sadness from inside of you till you cry to the point of exhaustion. you decided you weren't going to deal with another emotional toll today.

after 15 minutes of attempting to find a sharpener, you gave up, opting to just walk around outside to hopefully soothe your troubled mind. while walking, you happened to see yuji and nobara talking to each other. walking up to them, you were to say hello to them (especially to see her) before stopping your footsteps from going forward.

"do you find maki-san pretty?" head tilted, a child-like confusion is shown on yuji's face, facing towards the person in question, nobara.

intuitively, you hid behind a pillar to not be spotted by them. your ears are now caught in interest; you wanted—no, needed—to know her answer. your heart rate is picking up its pace, beating, and pounding so loudly in your chest that it almost feels like you're about to jump and escape into her arms. your smile couldn't be contained as it slowly grew and grew until it reached your ears, making you look like a fool in love (you very much are).

"hah? where did that question come from?" crossing her arms at her chest, taking a defensive stance to the question being thrown at her, she raises a brow at yuji's question. "just curious; you kind of look at maki differently, i guess?" with a convincingly straight face, yuji remains unbothered by the defensive stance nobara takes in response to his question, "so do you find-"

"of course I'd find maki-san pretty," she answered, very quick and brief, cutting yuji off before he could even finish his attempt at repeating the question, almost like she's certain—confident even in her answer, which she just told to yuji.

that answer alone was enough to make your wide smile turn into a frown in a matter of seconds. you felt like crying; you could feel your eyes tearing up. staying here and watching the two of them talk was only going to worsen your mood, so you walked away on slightly shaking legs. wiping the tears that have now appeared, you've lost the determination to find that goddamn sharpener.

"but what abou-"

"but.." nobara cuts off yuji again, though he doesn't seem to be bothered by it, sending blank stares as he waits for her to continue on. nobara finishes, in a hushed and quiet tone, "(name) is definitely the prettiest."

ⅱ. (when she had fighting sessions with maki)

you were on edge, high on anticipation, feeling the sweat in your palms build up as you sit at the end of your seat, watching from the sidelines as nobara and maki practice fighting each other to pass the time. you silently cheered on for nobara with absolute bias; despite the winner of this fighting match being as clear as day (it's maki), you still cheered on for nobara, for her.

the way she moved and dodged every attack maki made towards her, the way she gripped very tightly onto her weapon in hand, every swift and duck she did, every twist and turn her body did—she somehow made all of them so goddamn alluring. your eyes were stuck to her like glue, watching her every move just like maki except not out of caution and with the intent to defeat her but because of how breathless you were from watching from afar. her scrunched-up face when she struggles, those displays of frustration and smug grins when she's trying to disguise her pain—all these things about her are what made you drawn to her. even when everything else around you is hectic and chaotic, your eyes will search and search till they land on her. somehow, in some way, your eyes always manage to find her.

maki-san was lucky, you thought as your eyes continued to be stuck on nobara, slowly blurring out the rest of the fight scene and just focusing on her and her alone. she gets a front-row view of nobara, gets to hang out with her, and has the honor of being someone she admires and someone she respects. maki-san doesn't know how lucky she is, you thought again, this time feeling more envy—perhaps even showing it on your face with how much it boils inside of you. controlling your facial expressions when you finally snapped out of that jealousy haze you were momentarily in, remembering how you got caught making a face around maki as she got you to snap out by asking you directly if there was something on her face. you didn't want to be caught again by her suspicious gaze. who knows what she'll do when she gets so pissed that she starts beating you up?

if you were being honest, you'd much rather prefer nobara beating you up; if the roles of the fight were reversed and you were in the fight instead of maki-san, you would be in paradise. multiple times already have you been utterly bested in a fight against nobara and every single time she would have that victory smirk plastered on her face, it never failed to set you in a frenzy state.

"haah, i wasn't even close," nobara said in defeat as she sat on the grass, exhausted. taking heavy and deep breaths, the rise and fall of her chest prove the amount of air the fight took out of her.

"heh, you did better than last time; i'll say that," maki says as she extends her hand towards the tired nobara, offering to help her get back on her feet.

taking the help, she reached for maki's hand, and upon contact, maki pulled her back up. when the two locked eyes, there's a new-found twinkle in nobara's eyes, seeing as maki just complimented her. "wah!? really, maki-san!?"

perhaps you were in a daze for far too long, for the fighting match had already ended with maki-san being the victor, of course. you stared at them from a distance as they continued to converse with one another. you could feel your face contort into an expression—you're not sure what kind of expression you were making exactly. though you couldn't hear their conversation, you could see their expressions and faces change as the talk between them went on. they looked like they're having a lot of fun, you thought, especially her; the thought persists to drill into your brain. feeling sick in your stomach, you stood up from your seat and walked off, not wanting to look at the scene of them happily talking any longer. maybe writing in that diary (piece of paper) will cheer you up.

"did you do better because they were watching?" maki raised an eyebrow at nobara, smirking slightly as she watched the ginger-haired girl get flustered by her question.

"h-how did you-"

"it's not rocket science; it's more clear than the curses i see without my glasses," maki commented bluntly while also cutting nobara mid-sentence. although what she said was true, it was a blow to nobara's pride as she was doing everything she didn't want to do: being obvious about how she feels towards you.

ⅲ. (when she smiled at maki and maki smiled at her back)

gojo satoru, your sensei, had a plan for all the first years and second years to go to the beach this sunday, saying how it's a good time to take a break and relax from our student responsibilities and enjoy our youth, or something along those lines and while most of them were reluctant to go (because it was gojo sensei's idea, you could never trust what he's planning about, plus he is a moron) somehow—and miraculously so, managed to convince everyone, including you, to join in on the trip.

contrary to your initial expectations about the trip, it's pretty fun (good job sensei!), for the first time in quite a while, you felt relaxed. something you haven't felt in what, weeks? months? in you convince yourself enough you might even believe it has been years since you've felt the tension leave your body. not only was the view of the beautiful sunset amazing but everything else around you too. the cool wind kissing your face as your hair flows in the air, the splashing of waves against the shore, the distant noise of birds chirping as they fly above you, the loud laughter of your upperclassmen and friends as they have fun chasing each other in the sand. this was pure bliss.

getting bored of the sunset view you turned your head to face your upperclassmen and friends doing their usual antics onto each other, gaining a small smile and a short-lived laugh out of you. as your eyes start to drift away from the sight of your friends, it naturally searches for nobara, for her. once it does finds her, there's a split second of your eyes widening in joy before returning back to your neutral face as you notice who she's with, maki, again. you turn your head away to try and be subtle but still keep an eye on them, from your peripheral vision you could see nobara sending maki a smile and maki sends her a small smile in return, they look happy together, you thought— sometimes you wish that was you instead, standing by her side, smiling and happily by her side. deep down you know that will never happen.

while you weren't looking, nobara took (not so) tiny and small glances at your direction, the view she had of your side profile was perfect, the effect of the sunset on you made a smile on her face, realizing how beautiful you were and all the little facial features you had she hasn't noticed yet. she would stare at you for hours and hours on end, for seeing your face was already a miracle for her.

ⅳ. (when she looks for matching bracelets with maki)

the bustling city outside the borders of tokyo jujutsu high wasn't the kind of environment you would choose to spend your free time in; you'd much prefer staying inside your dorm and sleeping or playing games on your phone, but you were invited by nobara herself (and being the desperate fool you are, you would take any chances and opportunities to spend some quality time with her). you're currently waiting in front of some cafe, sitting on one of their outside tables and chairs, for nobara and maki to arrive.

sure, you weren't too happy that maki would be accompanying you two (you deeply and desperately wished it was just you two hours prior; does the world really hate you that much?) but you weren't going to let that fact bother you. no, you weren't. maki-san is a great person, a great friend of nobara, and someone she admires. you just want to control your jealousy around her. mentally prepare talking to yourself as you await their arrival. you pray that you don't appear weird or crazy with how sometimes you accidentally slip out curses out of your mouth. you don't need to make a fool of yourself this early in the day.

minutes have passed, and you could see two familiar silhouettes appearing in your line of sight, walking towards the cafe you're waiting at. you start waving at them to show you were already here, and they wave back as their figures slowly get clearer and bigger in your line of sight. "wow.. you look great, (name)!" your eyes widen at nobara's positive comment on your outfit; it wasn't anything special, just the clothes you usually wear when you go out, except with a little more style. there's no way you're going to underdress when she's going to show up. "heh.. thanks! you look great too! and- maki-san as well!" you can feel your hands sweat a little, giving out a nervous smile. you compliment her back (you wanted to say more) while also not forgetting to mention maki as well. just so you don't seem rude and impolite.

maki hummed in acknowledgement of your comment. "you're not bad yourself, (name)," she says. you know maki isn't one to sugarcoat, so it was good to be affirmed that you didn't look bad.

"now, which store should we check out first?"

hours have passed, and the three of you have gone into at least three stores, which felt like a blast to you. never has walking around big malls and looking through hundreds of different kinds and sets of clothing been this fun and exciting. bags, and bags have filled the majority of your hands. you three walked together, chatting along while trying to look for more stores to shop at. finally settling on a small shop down the street that sells handmade bracelets.

"this one suits you, maki-san!" nobara exclaimed, giving the bracelet to maki for her to try on, and when maki put the bracelet on, her eyes beamed as she said something about finding more bracelets to buy for the three of you guys.

as you watched them pick out bracelets from the ones displayed, you stared at them from a distance. watching them closely, not even caring to be subtle about your staring as you feel a certain familiar feeling start boiling up inside you. even then, you continued to watch them, your hands no longer picking up bracelets to try on as they remained still by your side. they look so nice together. though, as you know, that was intended to be sarcasm, the enviousness' grew and grew by milliseconds, not just towards maki but to everything. why was it always maki-san with her? why is it that she gets to be with her the most? why couldn't maki-san be replaced by you? why couldn't that be you?

"how about you, (name)? did you find one you like?" nobara's voice pulls you out of your daze. she was now staring straight at you, causing you to crumble inside within seconds. the jealousy and envy feeling inside faded as she had you now in a more giddy state. you swallowed a lump down your throat to hopefully increase your chances of not sounding like a nervous wreck.

"uh- sorry, haven't found one yet.. plus i need to go.." you try to politely leave, seeing as you might just ruin the whole hangout if your jealousy gets in the way. better to just leave then to cause trouble for everyone else. "you're leaving already?" nobara raised an eyebrow at your mention of departure. not that she was surprised, as she knew your energy levels were different compared to hers; it was just that this was way too early for you to leave, usually whenever you guys hang out.

"yeah.. bye!"

"..see ya (name)!"

rushing to leave your footsteps fasten as you basically speed walk away from them, without saying a word, you left. not even looking back once.

"you think (name) will like this bracelet?" holding up a purple color scheme bead bracelet between her fingers, she inspects it—almost like she's imagining how it would look on your wrist. "or would they like this one better?" she said, holding up another bead bracelet in her other hand between her fingers; this time it was a blue color scheme. giving the bracelet the same look she gave it with the other one.

"i think they would like anything you give to them," maki replied, rather sure of her words. while she doesn't know the nature of how deep your relationship is with nobara, she can tell it was a close bond. "..you think so?" whispering, her orange gaze softens as she eyes the bracelets in two of her hands. maki observes the girl; the aura around her feels tender, like she got dragged into feeling such a sentimental scene. "you know, if you can't decide, you can just buy both." just then, a light bulb lit up inside nobara's head.

she did, in fact, buy both bracelets; of course, both bracelets had a pair.

ⅴ. (when she said she loved maki)

"i love you."

that was the last nail hammered on the coffin, and god, does it fucking hurt so much? it felt like your whole heart just died, got shot where it hurt the most, and bled and bled till nothing was left behind. your heart bled for nothing; it loved for nothing; you hoped and prayed for nothing. this was the upcoming downfall you warned yourself about over and over again, yet you still fell for it. you still fell for the false hopes you deluded yourself into having, making yourself think you had any slim chance of getting your feelings reciprocated. how stupid—how stupid of you to believe in anything.

the world around you blurs out: the sounds of people talking and chatting, the walking and running footsteps of hundreds and thousands of strangers, the chirping of birds, the engines of vehicles, and such driving on the road—it is all just one blurry background to you. one that your brain cannot process, one that your brain doesn't want to process, because every fiber and tissue in your being is wishing right now to be swallowed whole by a curse and crushed into countless pieces to the point of no recognition. you wish to be erased, removed, eradicated, disintegrated—anything that could make you disappear from this world—from her. just by hearing her name in your head makes you want to go fucking insane.

perhaps it was your fault for being so nosy and wanting to take a peek at the note that has been placed on nobara's desk. if only you weren't so desperate for any confirmation of her feelings, if only you stayed content with how things are with her, you wouldn't have to get hurt this badly. the letter that was on her desk was a love letter, and you could still remember how your heart picked up pace, giving you an anxious feeling in your gut after such a discovery. slowly and nervously opening up the folded letter, you instantly knew whose handwriting it was—it was nobara's. you read and read, then you put down the letter and walked away, trying to hold back your tears from falling out. you weren't even able to read the whole thing because you knew who it was for. it was for maki.

you hated how she talked about how pretty maki was—the prettiest even—how she loved those fighting sessions she had with her, how beautiful she looked as she watched the sunset go down, and how she bought matching bracelets thinking of her. every word written in the letter screamed maki, maki, maki, maki.. not you.

you locked yourself in your room, crashing forcefully onto the bed. you lay there motionless, almost like you're dead. well, perhaps you are dead; a part of you is gone, erased, eradicated. there's a certain numbness in your tongue yet an overwhelming sense of sadness in your head that you just can't get rid of.

["dear diary, I feel like shit; i look like shit; what's even the point? clearly, she doesn't like me; why am I still pursuing?"]

["dear diary, i'm so mad at myself; i want to scream so badly, but it's like there's this rock somewhere in my mouth stopping me from letting it all out—shit, shit, i'm cryin' now."]

suddenly, a knock on your door reaches your ears, pulling you out of your head. the energy to walk up and open the door is non-existent, as you just want to lay down and not get up. you only do so when you hear a familiar voice outside of your room.

"(name)? can we talk?" her voice is a bit muffled due to being on the other side of the door, but you could still hear her as clearly as day. she sounded concerned, which in turn made you concerned too. what did she want to talk about? did you do something wrong? did you accidentally make her mad? panic settles in, and questions start flooding in your mind. you got up from your bed and walked towards the door, opening just slightly to take a peek outside, and there she was, standing outside your room.

"hey.." you tried putting effort into your greeting, but it just came out very tired. making it up for the tired greeting, you gave a small smile. you could see from the small opening of the door that she gave a small smile back to you. you opened the door wide for her, letting her into your room so that the conversation between you two would remain private.

"you saw the letter...?" she looked in disbelief as she said that, the kind of look you would give to someone who you didn't want to see what they just saw. was the love letter for maki supposed to be a secret? "..you mean the letter for maki-san? yeah, but i didn't take a peek," you lied, somehow saying that lie was much easier to breathe at the moment. god, just mentioning her name in your mouth was enough to have you breakdown, but you needed to be strong; you needed to put up a front long enough for you to be alone and die from heartbreak.

"for maki-san? the letter is not for maki-san.." confusion was evident on her face; seeing her reaction made you confused as well. was the letter really not for maki-san? you thought. were you wrong about the letter being for maki-san? you thought again.

"..the letter was for you, (name)!"

"..what? wait! you like me!?"

"yes!"

you two stared at each other in shock as confusion faded away while the confession settled slowly in your mind. she likes you, not maki-san; she likes you and not maki-san; surely this might be a dream—no way she actually likes you back. there's just no way it's possible.

"i like you (name)," sounding more sure of herself, the slight furrowed of her eyebrows, her lips being in a straight line, her eyes showing fear, nervousness, and anticipation all in one, the trembling of her hands—you could see her waiting patiently for your answer. this was enough to tell you that this was real; her confession was real and sincere.

"..i like you too."

ⅰ. (when her lips touched yours, in uttermost passion)

she was so pretty up close—way too pretty, in fact—that she left you stunned—so stunned that you don't even realize really just how close she actually was. you can feel her breath on your lips and your cheeks heating up. enchanted by her and her beauty, you can no longer restrain yourself anymore. slowly sneaking your arms around her neck, resting them on her shoulders, you gently push her closer to you, all the while trying to hide your eagerness. noticing your behavior changed, she grins—grabbing your waist in her hands to keep you from potentially moving away from her; she doesn't want to let you go (not that you would do such a thing; clearly from your actions, you don't want to let her go either). inch by inch, little by little, the space between you two disappears as seconds pass by. just as you're about to get the luxury of kissing her, she diverts her head to the side of your head; instead of kissing your lips, she kisses underneath your ear instead.

surprised by her bold action, you let out a squeak, that scarlet color of red spreading through your cheeks and ears, shutting your eyes due to the embarrassment you feel—you can feel the soft touch her kisses emit on your skin. tingling every nerve in your nervous system, causing your whole body to tremble tremendously, and not being able to do anything but let her continue pressing gentle kisses underneath your ear is a blissful moment for you, one you don't want to end.

alas, you felt the loss of her lips on your skin, the creeping feeling of disappointment shown on your facials when you frowned when she pulled away. she notices the change in your mood and is flashing a smug expression back at your frown. "aww... what's wrong? you have quite the long face.." she teased, letting out a little laugh as she spoke. moving one of her hands from your waist to your cheek, she gently caressed it with her thumb, moving it slowly in different patterns and shapes. even as she teases you, that glint of tenderness in her eyes gives your heart a fast-pumping rhythm, just like the many times before she's made your heartbeat hasten.

"..i want to kiss you!" you quietly yet boldly declare right to her face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes slightly squinted to show how much you want—no, you need for her lips to be on yours. after so much restraint and yearning, you deserve at least this much. plus, with how close her lips are to you, how could you not want to kiss her?

you could see her eyes slightly widen at your demand, surprised by your unexpected newfound confidence and boldness, cheeks go slightly red after really processing what you've just said, and she can feel the breath in her throat go away as soon as she tries to speak. "l-like, right now!?" hating the way she stutters, especially in front of someone as pretty as you, the tremble of her lips tells you enough of what she's really feeling right now. "yes, if that's okay with you," you reply, not wanting to force her into something she didn't want to do.

"no! it's..it's okay."

"are you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure (name).."

"are you really sure..?"

"yes, i'm totally sure."

"...okay" you say, not necessarily believing her but still taking her word for it. unwrapping your arms around her neck, you put your grip on her uniform, pulling her even closer to you than before, making her feel your nervous breath on her lips and hers on yours. "..are you ready?" showing your uncertainty in her consent to let you kiss her. you wanted to be ultimately sure that she wanted this too and that this wasn't one-sided by any means possible. "always" she smiled, rather softly and not the smug kind you were expecting. she always had such a dominating aura in your eyes; the way she presented herself wherever she was and the confidence she carries always made your legs buckle and your heart throb.

you went on your tippy toes, making yourself slightly taller than your original height to help you close the gap between your lips better. in your opinion, the lack of space between you two would have made you shiver in distress had it been anyone else that was in her position; she was not anyone else; no, she was the exception. the only way you would let this close to you personally (and literally), she was very, very special indeed.

she must have grown impatient because, as soon as you moved just an inch towards her face, she moved her lips onto yours. her eyes were closed when she went in for the kiss; you, however, were in a state of shock, like time had frozen still, leaving you somewhat paralyzed in the palms of her hands, temporarily helpless as you finally reap what you've sowed for such a very long time. the kiss was nothing grand; the best way you could describe the kiss shared between you two was a peck on the lips. it was very clear that neither of you two had any sort of experience with romance, let alone intimacy. this was probably the first kiss you two were going to have, and god, it felt really good.

"............"

"...wow, that was so hot."

"yeah? really?"

"yeah, really hot, like really, really hot."

"..do you want another one?"

"..hell yeah"

you kissed her one last time, just to make sure none of this wasn't a dream—it wasn't; not one bit was a dream. her lips are reality, her hands touching your cheeks are reality, her being yours is reality, and you being hers is reality. all of this is reality, and goddamn, it feels so fucking good.

["dear diary, FUCK YOU, I HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND NOW!!"]

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leaveherwildliketheflowers · 6 months

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Therapy has been deep in childhood stuff for the last month and it's s super uncomfy. I hit my breaking point this week and "friend zoned" T. I just shut down and refused to talk about anything unless it was meaningless gossip that in no way impacts my life. I refuse to talk about my mood, why I'm overwhelmed and anxious, what's on my mind, why nightmares are flaring up, or my family (especially not my family). But my Husband's cousin getting engaged to a 20 year old boy that recently shoved a bean so far up her nose she had to get it removed by a doctor, well I can easily fill 30 minutes with that content!

I just really hate being that seen. Letting someone in that deeply, to see the core of who I am and what I have experienced that made me this way, feels dangerous. My walls are now sky high and I would rather die in my sleep than continue to work through this shit with T. Now please excuse my while I go crawl into a hole and never come out.

#personal #therapy #trauma #CPTSD #but don't worry I'm still functioning and seemingly fine #because my kid and husband and dog and friends and work still need me #also very safe despite my deep desire to implode and destroy myself #whyyyyyy am I like this #I need to just fucking let it go #sometimes I hate that I'm successful instead of stuck in repeat patterns of abuse because I feel very invalid in my feelings #which I realize is a very fucked up thing to say and I hate myself for feeling that way

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arialysse · 2 years

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Benevolent Martinet.

A Sugar Daddy!Albert Wesker x Reader AU Fic.

In collaboration with: @atquos

Summary:

After catching your ex-boyfriend cheating, your life changed drastically. From deadlines to overpriced rent, your friend has suggested to you to try for a sugar daddy, something that has never crossed your mind before. But what’s the worst that can happen, right? You tell yourself. What you didn’t expect however, was the multi-billionaire CEO of Umbrella Corp to be on the list.

Warnings: Cussing, Fluff

Chapter 3: The Talk.

Chapters: [1], [2], [4], [5], [6]

“Good evening, sweetheart.” You feel your heart almost leap out of your chest at his voice. His voice… damn… he sounds so… hot. He had a rich, deep baritone, smooth and eloquent. It reminded you of something akin to honey or melted chocolate. You were so caught up with daydreaming about his voice that you forgot you were on the line. Snapping out of your trance, you fumbled over your words.

“He-h-hello…?”

“Hello there, are you feeling alright?”

“Uh- I- Y-yeah…”

You slapped your forehead at your stupidity. You were the one who called him so why were acting like a complete fool! Pull yourself together… You thought aloud.

“Pardon?”

“No- That was- I mean that for- I was just talking to myself, sorry.”

God you wanted to crawl into a hole and just die. Then you hear him chuckle, the sound making your knees buckle slightly. You have made a mistake of not checking tending to your wounds carefully, as you yelped when you tried leaning against your right foot.

“What’s happened sweetheart?”

You cursed silently, moving to sit on your bed. Checking the injury on your ankle. You must’ve got it from falling earlier. Earlier… You feel a lump build up on your throat.

“Um… Stephen… I know most people don’t usually call for ranting but… I… I’ve just been overwhelmed by unfortunate events lately and it sucks because I have no idea what brought on all of these series of events, like, what did I do wrong? I’m just a college student trying to survive. My friends have their hands full already and I hate bothering them with my own issues-”

You faltered, only just realizing that you didn’t even let him answer before spilling everything out. You idiot, this is why Jeremiah cheated on you, soon, not even your friends want you. You whimpered at your destructive thinking.

“I-I’m sorry for bothering you… You can hang up if you want to…” You whispered breathlessly, trying to hold back another sob.

“Not at all. Tell me everything sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”

“I-... Are you sure? I’m sorry if you were expecting phone sex or something, I’m not good with those but maybe if I tried hard enough I can-”

“Of course. Be at ease, I have not been expecting anything. I will not, under any circumstances, coerce you into something that you are not comfortable with. Now, as you were saying… You hate bothering your friends with your own issues. Care to elaborate, what exactly are the issues?”

You took a deep breath in, releasing your bottom lip that you had been unconsciously chewing for this whole time.

“E-earlier when I was at work, I clocked in just 4 minutes late but my manager was in a bad mood and started yelling all sorts of belittling words at me. He said that I- I was useless and that I-” You feel yourself choke on your words, “I was undeserving of being in college and-” You swallowed, waiting for him.

“....Go on.”

You clutched onto the edge of your shirt nervously. Something about his tone intimidated you. Unlike earlier, he sounded… Mad. You hoped that it wasn’t because of you.

“A-after work, when I was about to head home, he had asked me for a minute of his time. He apologized to me and said that he wouldn’t shout at me again and that he’ll take his anger out somewhere else. He had said this same line multiple times before so I knew better than to trust his words. This time was different… He… He placed his hand on my shoulder. At first I thought it was just a friendly gesture, like he was serious about it. Th-then,” You whimper, “H-his hand starting getting lower and lower and I-”

You flinch when you hear something on his end shatter.

“Ah- Um… A-are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“I apologize for that, sweetheart. A small… incident on my part, nothing to worry about. You may resume.”

You gulped at his tone, he sounded angrier with each passing word.

“I-I knew I couldn’t let him just touch me like that so I… I- I slapped him… Th-then right after he called me a ‘bitch’ and how he was going to fire me,” Tears slipped down your face as you sobbed, cradling the bruise on the side of your head, “I told him that he could fire me and he got angry a-and… And then he punched me, t-twice…”

“He what?!”

You yelp at the sudden raise of his tone, pulling your phone away from your ears. After hearing him clear his throat, you hear him revert back to speaking with his normal tone.

“I… Apologize for my outburst, sweetheart. I did not mean to frighten you. This… Manager of yours, tell me, what business is he working for?”

You tell him the shop’s name.

“Ah… A measly business. Fear not. I will contact my associates about this.”

“You don’t have to! O-one of my coworkers is planning on finding a lawyer tomorrow, so it’ll be alright. I appreciate your help, Stephen.”

“...I see. Well, I wish you both the best of luck in serving that foul man justice.”

You hummed in approval, smiling through your tears.

“You, however, need to seek medical attention post-haste. He has managed to land his hits twice and your injuries are without a doubt, agonizing. I would assume you have tried bringing the swelling down, nonetheless, it is still aching, is it not?”

You bit your lip at his accuracy.

“I’ll be fine… Besides, the bruises will fade in a couple of days or- weeks… Maybe…”

“Nonsense, your bruises may worsen and who knows what god-awful symptoms you may develop. Are you able to disclose your bank account number? I will send you a small sum of money. Go get yourself checked.”

You shake your head. Is this guy for real? But no! This is wrong, taking money from a stranger. It’s shameful. You frowned, “No. It’s alright, I assure you. I’ve suffered worse injuries than this, trust me. Okay how about this, if it still hurts by the end of tomorrow, I will seek your advice to get it checked. Deal?”

“...Very well, we have a deal,” You hear him sigh, “You are, by far, the most obstinate woman that I have ever come across.”

You giggled softly at his words. He wasn’t wrong, your friends have always brought up your stubbornness in team-building introductions.

“Though, I cannot say that I dislike stubborn women. In fact, I have quite a liking towards them.”

You went rigid at his words, feeling your cheeks heat up. Was he talking about… You?... You shake your head, there is no way… You laughed awkwardly at his words, failing to remember that your ankle was still injured. You used your feet to push yourself further back into the bed, with the intention of trying to get some rest. You winced, rubbing the sore ankle. Right… How were you going to get to the doctor, or anywhere with an ankle like this? I guess I’ll just have to limp all day tomorrow. This sucks…

“Sweetheart, are you still with me?”

You fumbled, trying to steady your phone. “S-sorry, yeah… I just… Might have trouble walking tomorrow.” No that came out wrong.

“Oh?”

“I-it’s not what you think,” You stutter, racing to explain yourself, “My ex came over earlier and he-” You bite your tongue to stop what you were about to say. It might be a bit too much if I told him what had transpired just minutes ago. If he was already this protective of me, just imagine what-

“He went over, and…?”

You scrambled through your brain trying to find an answer quickly, “He-... Tripped, me?”

Aaaaaand you just dug your own grave. Was that really the best you could come up with? Gods...

“...Sweetheart, as much as I love your jokes. Now is no such time for that. Tell me what happened.”

You cringe at his tone, shrinking into the bed. You felt like a daughter being caught doing something bad by her father.

“Uh- He… He came over and asked me to forgive him. J-just a few days ago, I found out that he had cheated on me with some random girl and he lied about needing to help his friend, for context, …” You recall the painful memory, “I left the house after him, taking everything I ever owned from his house and left. Ever since then, I’ve blocked him, or, better yet, my friends were the one that did it. They have pictures of what he said after I left and said that I should wait before seeing it. Those messages must’ve been horrible…"

You were met with silence on his end, did he get bored? Was he still there? His exhaled breath told you everything you needed to know.

“I… avoided him for a few days, thinking that he’d never find me again, but how wrong I was…” You caressed your ankle, “He came over and asked me to forgive him, that he’d change to be a better man and that he broke up with the other girl for me.” You swallowed, getting ready for what you were about to tell him, “Th-then he… He… He saw the bruise on my cheek and started to call me derogatory words…”

Silence again, so you continued.

“After I told him to go away, he started to,” you sob, “Kick my door down, in an attempt to break in. I must’ve got the injury on my ankle when I fell from his first kick, luckily, my neighbors heard the commotion and came out to stop him. He warned that he’ll return and that I will ‘regret every choice I have ever made’ then ran away...”

You waited for a reply. Shifting uncomfortably on the mattress. Then there was a voice, it was soft, but you could hear it. He was whispering something about “despicable scum”. From the effort of his voice, he seemed to be clenching his jaws. After a few more seconds of silence, you were tempted to tell him that it’ll be alright and hang up. But before you could, he spoke.

“...Have you contacted the authorities about him?”

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Not yet, I was about to but, I felt that I needed to calm down before I called them.”

“Sweetheart, where do you reside?”

Your eyes widened in alarm, “Stephen, I appreciate that you’re trying to help but, I’ll be fine after I contact the po-”

“There will be no room for negotiation on this matter. You either tell me your estate, or, I find you, even if I have to scour the ends of this world.”

You flinch at his harsh tone, biting your lip. Was it really alright to tell him your address? Will it be okay to trust a man you just met for less than a day? What if he was just a human trafficker trying to get his hands on you? But, he seemed really angry on your behalf and was even willing to send you money for your injuries. But what if this was all just-

“I see that I will have to do this the hard way. Very well then.”

“No!”

“Trust me sweetheart, I would highly advise against testing my patience. Not many people do, as they know exactly what, I am capable of.”

You feel goosebumps decorating your body at his dangerous tone. Without delaying any longer and potentially facing his wrath, you immediately gave him your address. He went quiet for a moment, it sounded like he muted himself. Oh god. Was this it? Was it really all just bait? Did you just set yourself up for human trafficking? Should you start running? What should you ta-

“See now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

“W-what did you do…?” You stutter shakily, hyperventilating a little.

“Relax. I have an.. ‘Associate’ who works with the police force very closely. I requested if he could investigate this matter, is all. I assure you that you are, and will be, safe.”

You were still on edge, could he just be saying this to stall time for his friends to come pick you up? Could you trust this man? Should you just start running?

“By the way… I recommend that you fix your door soon. You did mention that he was trying to break in, hence the door is most likely damaged and he might return when you are most vulnerable. I know a friend who sells very advanced locks on doors. I could get it for you, if you wished.”

“I-it’s fine! I’ll get it fixed tomorrow. Thank you for everything, Stephen, really. For taking the time to listen to my problems and helping me out with them. I’m sorry for suddenly springing all of this on you and making you think that it would be something else…”

“There isn’t a need for apologies. Again, I wasn’t expecting anything from this, at all. On top of that, it is not wrong to lend an ear to someone who desperately needs it.”

You smile at his kindness, “I-its getting late, Stephen, sorry for keeping you up. You must be a busy man, and I’ve taken a portion of your precious time. I-I’ll stop now and ge-”

“Wait, sweetheart.”

You froze at his words, “What is it?”

He stayed silent for a minute, you hear him take a breath, then exhale.

“Do you trust me?”

You raised a brow at his sudden question. “I-I mean… I guess so? You kind of have my address and, you’re rich and you could do whatever you wanted to, to me, if you really wan-”

“Never.”

You sat there, stunned by his words. You were still hesitant in trusting some guy you met on the internet, if you were being honest. But you feel like you could start to open up to him more.

“W-what suddenly brought this up?”

“...I understand that we have only just met each other, and you might not believe me, even so, something in my heart wants to see you safe. Your injury, your past lover’s threat, and I assume that you have financial issues as well, seeing as to how you are on this app. It pains me, that you’re trying to carry all this weight on your own.”

Your heart broke at his words. He was absolutely spot on, describing your exact situation. You sigh, trying to hold back your whimper. No stranger has ever cared for you this much. You covered your mouth and closed your eyes in an attempt to calm down.

“It must’ve been really tough. Trying to put on a strong face for the whole world to see, while hiding all the pain inside. I’m proud of you for that, but we both know that it is unhealthy for you.”

At his words, you feel your conviction shatter. At first, a whimper, then a continuous cacophony of both. You tried stifling your wails with your hands, but you knew it was fruitless as he began speaking again.

“Would you… allow me to assist you in your troubles? I cannot promise that I will be perfect. However, I can assure you that I vow to do my utmost to make sure that you are completely safe and happy.”

You sobbed even harder at his promise. You struggle to find words to reply to him. Please help me get out of this hell, please save me from this, please liberate me from everything.

“Please… Help me, Stephen…” You sobbed, breathless from all your crying.

“I am on my way, sweetheart,” You hear him pause for a moment, “Stay put, I will head over to pick you up now.” He says as you gape at his words, sniffling one last time in bewilderment. You hear him enter a car, and before you could even begin to rebut, he cut you off.

“I will see you soon, darling. Take care.”

Then he hung up.

You stood frozen in complete and utter shock. What… WHAT. You begin panicking, what the hell were you supposed to do now?! He’s coming, like, right now, right now! At that moment, you hear your phone chime. You unlock and check the message he sent.

Stephen Arthur:

There is one thing I forgot to mention. When we meet face to face, you will no doubt be startled and confused. The reasoning behind my actions and intentions will be explained, you have my absolute word on that.

You raised a brow. What does that even mean? Did he have some facial deformities or, physical deformities? You’re not one to judge, you hope he knows that, or if he doesn’t you will get him to see that. You slowly got up from your bed and limped your way to your wardrobe. There is no way you’re letting him see you in your pajamas.

After you were done wiggling -gently- into your sweatpants, you threw on an oversized sweater, deciding that it would suffice for now. You grabbed a backpack and shoved some clothes, important items and other necessities inside. You slung the backpack over your shoulders and grabbed the tote bag containing your assignments.

But before you could finalize if you had everything, the ping on your phone made you limp back to your bed to check.

“I have arrived sweetheart. Let me know when you’re about to exit your home, I will aid you down.”

What?! That was quick! You dare not question his driving methods, nor the speed he was driving at. Quickly shoving the rest of the documents into the already full tote bag, you gave Stephen a quick text saying that you were ready to leave your apartment and your unit number.

Settling down on the front step of the dented door, you hastily put on your socks and shoes. Were you nervous? Absolutely. Do you feel nauseated at the thought of meeting someone for the first time? Without a doubt. Were you biting your already bleeding lip? Yep, quit biting your lip, you’re going to look even horrible. You gulped, fiddling with the sleeves. What will he think of you? You definitely look way different from that profile picture. I mean, you were wearing make-up in that photo, courtesy of Ruby. If he sees you with a naked face and a bruised body, will he change his mind? Will he just leave? You hoped not because if he did any of those, you were certain that you wouldn’t die by the hands of your psychotic ex, but by your own ones. A notification from your phone stiffed you up, you hesitantly opened it.

“I am outside.”

Oh god, there it is. He was just right behind this flimsy door. He is actually here. You stayed sat, panic-stricken with thousands of scenarios playing in your head, anxiety chewing on your gut like always. You tried calming yourself down by taking deep breaths.

Until you heard a sudden knock on the door.

“Sweetheart, are you alright in there?”

“Y-yep! J-just give me a moment!”

Lord, his voice sounded so much better in real life. Taking a final deep breath in and out, you slowly stood up, cursing yourself for not sitting near a wall as you had nothing to support yourself with as you winced and groaned at the sharp sting of the injury. With a shaky step forward, you unlatched and unlocked the door, pulling it back.

He was right about your reaction being surprised and confused.

You were expecting a tanned, bearded and black-haired male but instead you gape up at a tall, handsome, blonde, sunglasses-wearing man. He was donned in a white, collared, long-sleeved shirt that hugged the delicious curves of his muscles just right. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, revealing his well-toned arms, a single prominent vein lining the length of it. On his wrist rested a black, leather watch. His shirt was neatly tucked into a well-ironed dress pants, held up by an equally black, leather belt. Covering both his feet was an elegant pair of black oxfords, gleaming under the light of the corridor.

You turned your head to look around, seeing if there was anyone else as he stared at you, completely silent. You finally rested your gaze on his glasses.

“Stephen…?”

His reaction was not what you expected. Instead of nodding or answering you immediately, his mouth parted slightly in what you think was shock. He glanced away for a moment, then cleared his throat, looking back at you.

“Yes, that would be me.”

He gave you a curt smile, and you feel your face heating up. He reached a hand out, trying to take your bag, “Come, let me help you with that.” You pushed his hand away politely, saying that you were able to carry it, but his grip said otherwise. “I insist, sweetheart.” He yanked your bag, keeping a firm grip on your shoulder to steady you. You kept your mouth shut and complied, handing your bags to him.

He seemed pleased with your actions as you saw him smirk, slinging one side of your backpack on his other shoulder. You held out an arm for you, “Shall we?” You nod. With one hand clutched onto the straps of your tote bag, you looped your hand under his awaiting one. You feel him support your weight as you limped, glancing at him only to see that he was already keeping his eyes on you. You looked away instantly with a red face, hearing him chuckle softly.

Suddenly, he stopped, tugging you gently against his arm. You tilted your head up at him, “Is something wrong?” He contemplated about something for a moment, “Yes, I do believe there is.” He lets go of your arm. You stiffened, thinking that you perhaps messed up, you opened your mouth ready to apologize, until you heard him clear his throat. “Pardon me, sweetheart.”

Without warning he looped his arm behind your knees and in one smooth motion, carried you up from the floor, bridal-style. You yelp in surprise, clinging on to his neck. “W-wha…?!” He only gave you a small smile, “There, much better. Now we’ll be able to reach the car in no time.”

Your jaws were still open, dumbfounded by his sudden actions. As you feel him lean down slightly to push the button of the lift, you clutched tighter onto his shoulder, afraid to fall. In doing so, you took a deep breath in, taking a whiff of his very robust, aromatic cologne. God, he smelled so good… Wait what?! You only just met him! Calm yourself down, (Y/N)! You buried your head into his shoulder in fear that he would be able to see your red-hot face. You were almost sure at this point you had steam coming out of your ears.

Fortunately, he took the gesture as your fear of falling shifted you closer to him, “Worry not sweetheart, I will never drop you.” At the feeling of his well-toned chest being just a thin fabric away from your arm, you buried your head deeper into his shoulder. You wanted to die, this is so embarrassing…

You feel him suck a breath, about to say something but the chime of the elevator cuts him off. He walks into it, his grip on your knees never faltering. You did your best to not move too much, trying to make his job easier, but your arms were starting to hurt from this position. Sensing your discomfort, he craned his neck to look at you, “You can relax, I am not going to bite you.” You feel goosebumps tingle your spine as he whispers right next to your ear.

You let your arms down to rest against your hip, “S-sorry if I’m heavy or anything… You can put me down if your arms are getting tired…” You say, even though you have never felt his clutch loosen even for a moment. He chuckles, the sound makes something inside your stomach twist pleasantly, “Not at all, sweetheart. In fact, you are quite light for your age. Have you been eating your meals properly?”

Your brows creased together in hesitation. “M-maybe? I mean if you count eating instant noodles and frozen pizzas a-” He huffed, frowning at you. “Is that what you have been living off of? Cheap food?” You frowned feeling the slight sizzle of anger, “I don’t really have a choice alright? I’m not you, I’m not rich, I don’t get to feast on some grand meal or even eat 3 proper meals a day. Unlike you, I can’t throw my money around unnecessarily.” You tensed, realized what you had just said.

“I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean-” He kept silent as the elevator door opened. Fear gripped onto your heart, oh god he was so going to drop you and leave you for the dead. You messed up- Stupid, stupid! Why do you always mess things up? This is why you don’t deserve nice th-

“Welcome back, sir.” Your head turned to look at a man you assume was the chauffeur. He opens the door and takes the bag off of Stephen’s broad shoulder, excusing himself. The man still hadn’t said a word, as he leaned downwards, depositing you into the plush, leather seats. You continued to stare up at him, with slightly watery eyes.

He then entered the car, shutting the door as you both sat in silence. You focused on your fingers, fiddling nervously with them. You just pissed off a stranger who volunteered to save your life for god's sake! No doubt he is pissed, you would be, too.

You opened your mouth ready to apologize, but surprisingly, he did, first.

“I am truly sorry. I hadn’t mean to offend you on your eating habits.” He turned to finally look at your through his shades. You shook your head, “No, no! I should be the sorry one…! You’re being kind enough to offer me shelter and safety and I’m being ungrateful to you, I-I am so sorry!” You bow your head down to him as best as you can.

Then you feel yourself suddenly pressed against his chest, the musky fragrance of his cologne delightfully attacks your sense of smell. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to respire through your tears. “I was only worried for your health. I know how damaging it can be to skip or miss a meal.” You hear him breathe softly, cradling the back of your head with equal amounts of tenderness.

“I-I’m sorry… As you know, it has been a pretty long day for me. But it’s no excuse to vent my frustration out on you. You’ve already shouldered enough of me pouring out my turmoil of emotions from earlier…” You sobbed into his shoulder, guilt gnawing in your mind endlessly.

“Think nothing of it. I am here for you now, and whenever you need me. I want to know everything about you, your feelings, your life,” He pulls away, hand resting fondly on your cheek, “And now that I am here, you will never go hungry again, not on my watch.” He raised his hands slowly, wiping the tears from your eyes, as you smiled and redden at his words.

“I really, really am grateful for it, Stephen.” You thank him wholeheartedly. He lets go of you, resting a hand over yours on the seat. It was the gentle halt of the car that made you realize that the car had been moving this whole time. “You must be tired, my dear. How does a quick nap sound? I will wake you when we arrive.” You pondered for a moment, before nodding, feeling the exhaustion finally crash down. With a yawn you leaned back onto the seat.

Before losing consciousness, you remember thinking about what was the reason he had used a picture of someone else instead of himself on the app. He looked plenty handsome and you were more than sure that if he had put his own picture, he’d have more than a handful of girls drooling over him. You shake off the unpleasant feeling that lingered at that thought, what was that? Going back to the topic, you thought maybe he was self-conscious about his looks, that could also be the reason why he’s wearing the shades.

You should question him later, was your final thought as you dozed off.

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bubblybloob · 11 months

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Breathing Once Again

Description: Suns being a god and spearmaster being their weird cat who is going to die soon doesn’t mix well.

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“You still working on that creature to send to Moon?” Seven Red Suns was fiddling around with their files, looking through their most recents as they spoke to their fellow iterator, No Significant Harassment.

“Yep.” Sig responded, his voice staticky over the comms. “Just trying to make it less of a genetic mess like your’s. Seriously, that thing is aging fast due to your changes.”

Suns gave him a shrug as they looked at the screen displaying Sig’s face, who was busy messing with a number of data charts. “I’ll think of something that’ll keep them around longer.”

For a moment, Sig was silent, and the sounds that his fingers made against his electronic screens came to a halt as he stayed motionless. “You really are attached to it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am, I can’t quite deny that. What, are you not planning to befriend your’s?” Suns almost startled as they felt the organic material in their structure brush up against something that felt like it had a mild film of slimy skin. It was their messenger.

“For it to just die of old age, rejoin the cycle, and turn into something that won’t remember me? Yeah, I’ll pass on that emotional turmoil, thanks.” Sig giggled over the communication line, his smooth voice an airy thing in Suns’ antenna.

“How will you motivate them to complete their task then?” As they spoke, Suns focused on feeling around their structure. Their messenger seemed to be lost near the bottom of their memory conflux.

This confused Suns, by now their creature knew the hallways up and down, why were they exploring their conflux? Even more interestingly, they hadn’t used the hatch Suns had built for them on their roof, a spot where they could enter and exit without fear of running into the vultures that populated their city, and close enough to the edge where they could run off and prey upon the creatures that crawled along Suns’ outer walls.

They called their overseers to them, knowing that the little worms liked to follow the small purple being. Two overseers stuck out of the wall beside them; the two showed somewhat blurry footage of their messenger squeezing themself inside their structure where they used to enter. It was a small hole in one of the dens along Suns’ structure that the ancients had made, which hadn’t been built secure enough to protect their wall.

Why would they choose that entrance? It was located quite far from Suns’ puppet chamber, and it required the creature to go through the maze that was Suns’ interior, instead of the clear cut hallway made for the ancients that the hatch led to.

While Suns was pondering this, the other iterator they were conversing with was speaking. “I dunno, I’ll come up with something later. Hey, wait a minute. You didn’t speak so kindly of them originally. If I remember correctly, you sounded near disgusted by their mere existence.”

Suns flicked through a few data tables, trying to locate exactly where their little creature was. “I made sure to be nice when speaking to them. My words are a lot more genuine now.”

“Speaking? Don’t you mean dancing your silly dances?” If Sig had a mouth, he would probably be wearing the most shit-eating grin, given his tone.

“Yes, yes.” Suns sighed, exasperatedly. “I was nice to them when doing our ‘silly dances’.”

Sig let out a hearty laugh, wiping away a fake tear on the screen beside Suns. Once Sig pulled himself together, his voice took an ever so slightly serious undertone. “But seriously, that thing isn’t going to last much longer. Even if you are able to find a way for it to obtain more cycles that it can spend with you, it won’t be nearly as long as you will live. You’re going to have to say goodbye eventually.”

Those words echoed in Suns’ head. It… it was a truth they couldn’t yet comprehend. Suns didn’t think they’d ever get this attached to their little friend. However, watching them trudge through the snow between iterator cans, painstakingly climb up Pebbles’ can, and overcome the wildlife despite their low status on the food chain… it was simply an impossibility to not cheer for them.

They remember when Chasing Wind and No Significant Harassment made the public announcement of Moon’s message, which had just barely reached their cans from what was apparently pearl data. Suns in particular was in panicked joy: part of it being because the injured iterator (who’s struggle they had become more invested in through their friendship with Sig) had managed contact, and the other because the only one who could have possibly delivered the message was their messenger.

It was the first sign that they were still alive.

They sent out overseers to patrol outside of Moon and Pebbles’ walls. They couldn’t go inside, but around was just as fine. They remembered that wonderful moment where another iterator near their can (as many iterators were trying to find a way to sneak their overseers around Pebbles’ security) had sent in their local group chat barely visible photos of a strange variation of slugcat, pushing through the snow to reach the next warm confines of an iterator territory.

Suns was ecstatic to find that they were that familiar shade of purple.

Once they finally reached their can and fell into their arms, Suns immediately got to work repairing the damage made by Pebbles. The messily healed wound was sealed, and the space inside was filled back in with organic material. Never again would their messenger deliver a message, they were to live out the rest of their days peacefully, with them.

“Where is the little freak anyway? I don’t see it doing its usual arts and crafts in your puppet chamber.” Sig hummed, taking his eyes off of his charts to look around Suns’ chamber.

“Don’t call them that. They went out to hunt. I felt them enter my structure during our conversation, however they seem to be taking an odd route.”

“Did you send an overseer to check on them?” Sig questioned, tapping his finger against his knee in an inquisitive manner.

“That doesn’t seem necessary, they’ve almost reached my chamber, and even then it would be hard to gather good footage with how quickly they’re able to traverse the low gravity.”

“Weird they’d be going through there instead of an ancient hallway. Didn’t you say that they had told you they disliked the low gravity?”

“Yes, they said that it was their least favorite part of going through Five Pebbles’ structure. To be fair though, a large part of that had to do with him being infected with the rot. It didn’t look fun to navigate: I had to watch them die and repeat whole sectors for many cycles, I was worried they would give up on their directive.”

Sig chuckled, “Please tell me you recorded that! I’d kill to see that footage.”

Suns spared their gaze to give the iterator a sharp glare. Sig held his hands up in defense. “Sorry sorry! Not funny, I get it.”

Suns huffed and focused again on their little friend. They brushed up against the swaying whiskers against their walls. They felt almost… shaky, less coordinated, despite navigating the rooms in Suns’ structure just fine.

The messenger approached Suns’ puppet chamber, and they prepared to give a warm welcome to the small creature. “My messenger, it’s good to see-“

They slipped through the ceiling pipe, and Suns froze at what they saw.

Sig took notice of their sudden silence, and he shifted to press himself closer to the screen. “What? Slugcat catch your tongue- …oh.”

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So, am I going to continue this? Maybe, depends on how people will respond to it. I’d really like to explore how a god-like entity, with an infinite wellspring of power, like Suns, would react when the only mortal being they are heavily attached to and reliant on suddenly…

It’s something gods simply cannot comprehend.

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shrxmps · 2 years

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note: im planning on making a SPICY continuation on ao3 so yeah be sure to check there the next couple of days!!

update: finally updated it!! link

"I said, take the rings off, Eddie," you said, trying to snatch his rings off his hands unsuccessfully.

"Is your family scared of rings?" he asked, pulling his hands up so you couldn't reach them.

Yes, maybe you sounded crazy. Or you were crazy. But your family hardly accepted to meet Eddie, since they said they want a "good Christian boy like Jason" for you, not a "weird metalhead". You had to make him at least look like one, as little as you could. Every small detail mattered, but he didn't seem to get it.

"No, Y/N, I am literally wearing a white button-up shirt. A white one. I bought it just because you begged me to. And I'm also wearing pants that itch my thighs so bad I want to crawl into a hole and die. And my hair is in a bun."

"Yes, because otherwise my dad will hunt you down and kill you," you said, fixing his tie while he scoffed, "I guess you can keep one ring."

"Fine, but just because I love you," Eddie said while removing the rest of his rings, keeping on the one that you said was your favorite.

"Ok, remember the script?" you asked, spraying perfume everywhere on your body.

"I only play acoustic guitar and I consider becoming a priest. Yeah."

You both left his trailer and got in his car, Eddie's hand gripping your thigh while steering the wheel, which did make you a bit flushed.

"I love your outfit today, by the way," he said over the radio, turning to you and smiling.

"Thank you," you responded, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "My friends helped me choose it! They said I'd look amazing in it and-"

"What friends?" Eddie suddenly said, the smile on his disappearing.

"Um, well, you know, I first asked Robin, Nancy, and then the girls from the cheer squad, Jason-"

"Why did you ask Jason?"

You looked at him with wide eyes, not sure how to interpret the question. I mean, Eddie knew that you and Jason remained friends after you two broke up, the reason being that you shared friend groups since you were a cheerleader and he was a basketball player.

"He was with the girls when I asked them their opinion," you finally said, feeling your palms dripping sweat off on the car seat. Eddie focused on the ride, occasionally swallowing his spit and gripping your thigh even harder, which hurt you a bit. After 10 minutes that felt like 10 hours, you finally arrived at your house, getting out of the car and spraying a bit more perfume on you before going up to Eddie.

"Hey," you said, touching his arm, "Please, don't be mad, I wasn't planning on showing it to him anyway."

"It's fine," your boyfriend chuckled, "I was just having a stupid jealousy crisis. Let's go inside and hope I don't make your father kill me."

You both shared a kiss quickly and giggled before walking up the stairs to the entrance of your home.

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Promise part 3

I'm still working on two requests but in the meantime here's my AIB story

Y/n started to sprint to the vent as the person tried kicking the door open. Y/n climbed onto the chair and hurried to pull herself up into the vent. Just as she made it, 'it' started shooting. They grazed y/n's leg with one of the bullets

Y/n winced in pain but started crawling through it as quickly as possible. She stopped once the sound of bullets started to fade. She leaned against the side of the vent and looked to her leg. Her leg started to bleed profusely

Y/n ripped the stomach of her shirt and quickly wrapped it around the wound, tying it off. She leaned back again and suddenly realized

"That asshole left me" she whispered to herself. She felt the fury in her rise abruptly

"God when I find him he's dead" she spoke angrily. She mad herself get on her hands and knees to start crawling again. When she started to move she almost cried out in pain but held it in for the sake of her life

"15 minutes left"

The intercom spoke. Y/n sighed in relief, man how time flies when you're worried for your life. She still had her gun with her in the back of her pants because she didn't have any other place to put it

She was about to turn a corner until she heard something. Y/n froze and hid around the corner quietly. She grabbed her gun and held it at ready

She heard whatever it was getting closer. She turned the corner quickly and aimed the gun. She saw the blonde man raise his hands sarcastically

"You piece of shit. You left me to die back there" she whisper shouted. He cocked his brow

"Would you have stayed back there while a lunatic was shooting a gun?" He questioned rhetorically. Y/n huffed, still angry about being left. She lowered her gun and turned

"I'm finding a place to stay until this game is over" she spoke quietly. Chishiya almost laughed

"They know we're in the vents, what's to stop him from following" y/n halted. She pondered and realized that they did see her climb into the vent

"Ok so we need to get out of the vents, where would be a safe place to go though?" She turned to the man

"I don't know about you but I'm going to one of the clothing stores. You can stay in here if you'd like" he turned and started crawling. Y/n thought on it for a moment but ultimately her choices were very slim. She started to follow him through the vents, both trying to stay as quiet as possible

After a lot of twists and turns they made it to a clothing store. Y/n thought this might be helpful since she only has the outfit she's wearing. She pondered where the best hiding places in here would be and decided on 3 choices

The closet, under the desk, and the employee room. Under the desk wouldn't help with bullet holes and it's obvious, the closet would be where anyone would check so that only leaves the employee room. She just has to figure out where they would keep the key

Y/n looked through everything around the counter area

"Looking for something?" Chishiya Queried. Y/n huffed

"The key to the employee room. It's the best place to hide" she knelt down to check the Cupboards

"You mean this key?" Chishiya held the key by the strap and let it dangle. Y/n tilted her head a bit

"Where did you find it?" She questioned. He smirked and pointed to the shelves

"They should really hide it better" y/n let out a chuckle

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's get in there now" she ushered him to the door. Just as he was about to put the key in the lock they heard footsteps

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league-of-sam · 10 months

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Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC18+ MINORS DNI!t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

"Soap! What the fuck happened?"

"I-I don't know, L.T. S-she just...the lift, it fell-"

"Just what?! Johnny what the fuck happen-"

The mumbled sounds of your team yelling in your ear was all you could hear over the ringing.

Locking eyes with the man, you gasped, scrambling wobbly to your feet and snatching the controls from his hands. You brought the box up, smacking his face with it before making a run for it down the corridor.

"Shit shit shit- oh fuck- shit! Oh my god." you spoke, laboured breaths in between each word as you ran, dodging the bullets coming at you from behind.

"(Y/N)? Reaper is that you? Reaper how copy?"

"6-2 do you copy? Fuck!"

"Lieutenant Price sit-rep right now!"

Several voices called for you in response to your panicked words.

They could hear every gasp and curse you threw out as you fled through the hallways, before finding a small office.

Shoving a chair in front of the handle, you dropped to the floor, hiding under a table.

"Jesus H. Christ! Oh god I'm gonna die I'm gonna die..." you ranted, pulling the controls open, "Reaper to All Stations I got the controls, b-but I lost my weapons I'm completely blind."

"Fuckin' hell Boo what the fuck-"

"Simon please, shut the fuck up-" you spewed out, instantly feeling bad, "I'm sorry oh God they're so close...Fuck! Someone better tell me what to do right now!"

"Reaper you read me? It's Laswell."

"Loud and clear ma."

"Where the hell are ya?" Soap said.

"Hiding in an office...Laswell please I'm ready let's shut this fucker down."

The panic in your voice made all of them incredibly uneasy.

Ghost was freaking out, his heart feeling like it had been shattered from the way you shot him down.

Soap wanted to throw himself off the building for letting you slip out of his fingers. He'd ordered Gaz to stay with Price, and he was currently solo, fighting his way to you.

Price was ready to murder everyone the minute he caught on that you were alone out there.

"First I need you to calm down so you can concentrate, okay? Can you do that for me?"

You took a few deep breaths, whimpering as a soldier jiggled the handle to the door before moving on.

"Okay...shit, the target is D.C."

"Okay. Now give me the coordinates."

"Uh, thirty-eight, negative seventy-seven."

"That's the Pentagon."

"He's going for Shepherd?"

"No, Shepherd's gone-"

"Yeah well there are 30,000 people who aren't, finish it!"

Hearing your brother's voice brought a comfort to you, lifting the terrified haze just enough for you to focus.

"First, you need to enable diagnostic mode...hit CLEAR and MODE at the same time."

Your fingers moved to the buttons, and you whispered a countdown under your breath, "Okay, done."

"Next is the override. You should see four columns of data- I need to know what's in row two, column three."

The tips of your fingers shakily grazed the screen as you reeled off the code to Laswell, your tone hushed as you heard the soldiers fall back.

"Good girl, now hit LEFT and CLEAR to initiate override."

"Done."

"Get safe honey, this next part will make some noise."

Looking around the room, you noticed a small hole behind a cabinet, just small enough for you to crawl through.

Squeezing in, it brought you into a workshop.

You crawled along the floor, managing to slide behind a small sofa.

Suddenly, a light flashed onto your face, giving you the same message that Ghost had when you landed.

"G-ghost?"

He smiled a little, able to see your eyes relax slightly from his position, "I won't let 'em near ya, finish it."

You nodded in his vague direction, flipping the controls open once again.

"I'm ready, Kate."

"This is the last step...hit LINK when the green light is in the fourth position."

You did so, and the box began bleeping, "Oh shit-"

Slamming it shut, you ducked down, hand over your mouth so your breathing wouldn't give you away through your mask.

"We did it...thank you, lieutenant. Where's Hassan?"

"Fucking surrounded by his AQ zombies...I'm gonna kill every one of them, and then I'm gonna go for him. Out here."

"I'm on my way to ya, Reaper, stand by." Soap spoke.

"Negative. I'll see you on the other side, Ghost Team."

With that, you stood, sneaking through the shadows to get eyes on the soldiers around you.

"Nicely done, Reaper. Now for the hard part."

"That was the fuckin' hard part, Ghost. God, I need a weapon."

"Then make one."

You rolled your eyes, "Ah yeah sorry my bad! Lemme just take five fuckin' minutes to build a semi-auto while AQ hunt me down!"

"That mouth o' yours is really gonna get ya in trouble one of these days."

You snickered, opting not to answer as you snuck through the halls and rooms, picking up any material that could be useful to stop you, well...dying.

That involved you throwing metal into microwaves to cause explosions, looting through toolboxes, and fiddling broken shards of glass into a shiv. Surprisingly, it worked extremely well, and you managed to take down four of the soldiers, stealing their weapons and ammo.

"Would you believe me if I told you I was still absolutely shitting myself?" you said, head peeking around the next corner.

Ghost didn't answer, completely enamoured by your beauty, grace, and skill. You were a killer, through and though.

A killer with the warmest heart he'd ever known.

A killer, who warmed his own ice cold heart, yet proves over and over how little he is needed.

You didn't need him.

You were just fine on your own.

Every step you made, you could hear Hassan taunting you, over and over again.

"You are spineless!"

"You will not win this."

"It is inevitable. I am inevitable."

"Three times you almost got me, three times you failed. This blood is on your hands."

With your makeshift bombs and traps, you managed to stun the final soldier, running at him with your glass shiv. You knocked him down, his blood spurting over you as you brought the blade under his helmet and into his neck.

"Atta girl, now you need to-"

Ghost was cut off, as Hassan emerged from a side door, shooting several rounds of bullets at you.

They littered your vest, knocking the wind from you.

As you fell to the floor, your head collided with the marble tiles, and once again, your vision was blurry, and your eyes fell shut.

The last thing you saw, was Hassan stalking to you, grabbing your ankle.

Your eyes fluttered open, a searing pain in the side of your head.

Reaching up, you winced as your fingers touched your forehead. Pulling them away, you saw the crimson liquid drip.

You were being dragged along the floor and into another room, too dazed to try and defend yourself.

"I told you that your nation would see fire...you think you can stop me?" Hassan spoke, tossing you harshly to the side.

You whimpered as your body collided with the ground.

"G-ghost..." you strained.

"(Y/N)!" he replied, tone matching yours.

You rolled onto your side, trying to get off the ground.

Turning, you saw Hassan, ranting away as he blew out the window opposite you.

"W-watch the w...window."

You let out a cry once again as Hassan approached you, gripping onto your vest and hauling you off the floor.

"We are not attacking, we are invading." he said, a sickly smirk playing on his lips.

One of Hassan's hands moved up, ripping the mask from your face.

"Ah, there she is," he smiled, "the real face of the Reaper...my men were wondering when we'd finally see it. Hmm, so pretty."

You flinched away as his hands rubbed against your cheek, tracing your lips and jawline.

"Pity you're going to die...(Y/N) Price. Such a pretty, pretty waste." your eyes widened, and he laughed, "What? Didn't think I'd be able to figure you out? Had my men search for you since the day you captured me."

"Don't listen to him, Reaper, he's tryna get in your 'ead." Ghost spoke.

"Y-you'll die for t-this, Hassan."

His hand moved, gripping your neck tightly, and you gasped as you felt your feet lift, tiptoes barely grazing the ground.

He was squeezing, hard. And enjoying watching you struggle.

"You know, I almost can't believe I get to be the one to kill the famous Reaper."

"F-fuck you." you spat.

He smirked, letting out a chuckle, "Such fire, such soul! I can see why your team like you. Shame they'll have to stand idly by as they listen to you die."

Everyone on the team was listening.

Soap was running faster than he ever had, knowing he was your only chance.

Price had tried to stand, fighting off the marines and medics holding him down, desperate to try and help you. Gaz had to physically restrain him, holding back his own tears.

Laswell had broken every traffic law in existence to get to your position, hand over her mouth as she saw you slip over the edge, commanding the marines around her to do something, anything to stop you from dying.

On the other side of the street, Ghost was trying his hardest to save you, but the way Hassan held you up...it blocked every angle.

Every time his head moved, so did yours.

And you were edging closer and closer to the open window.

"I can't- Fuck! I can't get a clear shot."

A tear slipped from your eye, "T-then go through m-me..."

By now, you could feel your feet slipping as you tried to find grip on the ledge. Hassan was practically dangling you over the streets below.

He was going to drop you.

"L.T. don't! I'm almost to her!" Soap called out.

"Wha...n-no! 'm not fuckin' shootin' ya."

"It's the o-only way!"

"Negative. Not doin' that."

"It's you and me, yeah?" you said. "It's okay, Simon, it's okay."

Ghost felt his lip quiver under his mask.

The way you were echoing his words back to him as you begged him to kill you ripped through him harder than any bullet would.

"Echo 6-2 to all stations..." you gasped out as Hassan's hand tightened, "I fuckin' love you guys. S-see you on t-the other s...side."

You were so willing to give your life to the cause, and he fucking hated it.

"Soap!"

Your gleeful exclaim brought Ghost back.

"Now, L.T.!" Soap called.

Soap had burst through the door, making Hassan turn his head.

Bang.

Ghost wasted no time pulling the trigger.

But what none of you saw coming was the way in which Hassan's now-lifeless body would release you.

Fear flashed on your features as your feet scrambled to keep you upright, hands reaching out to try and grab onto something.

Anything.

Soap dived forward, yelling, and this time, you didn't slip away. His fingers closed around yours, and he yanked you toward him, the momentum knocking both of you to the ground.

His arms strapped tightly around you, both of you panting.

"You okay, pet?" Soap said, releasing you.

Rolling onto your back, you turned, looking at Hassan's dead body before turning back to Soap.

You nodded, wide eyed, and reached up for your radio, "6-2 to all stations, enemy KIA."

"Perfect shot, L.T." Soap said, panting as he leaned back on his knees.

"You called it, sergeant."

Soap stood, walking over to the corner of the room, and picked up your mask. With one hand, he pulled you off the floor, offering you a small smile before placing it back onto your face.

Your entire body was shaking, adrenaline running through your veins.

"We did it, (Y/N), it's over."

You let out a choked laugh, trying your hardest to hold back the tears that wanted to fall.

With one hand on your shoulder, he led you out of the room, and back to the team. As soon as the doors opened, you ran into Price's arms, holding onto him for dear life.

"The next time I hear you try and give up your life, I'm gonna kill ya myself." he joked.

"I second that." Laswell said, joining the hug.

One after another, the team piled on, until you were in the middle of a very large, very tight group hug...with your family.

It was over.

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