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xuchiya · 2 months

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need to know [j.yunho]

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₊˚.༄ I heard from a friend of a friend That dick was a ten out of ten ₊˚.༄

Yunho has been busy lately and you were not liking one bit of it. It has been weeks since you wanted to hang out with him and considering that he had been rejecting your invites; maybe it is time to spend some days without and let yourselves be on your own stories.

You can't blame Yunho for taking responsibility for his father's company so why would be a bad friend to him?

You dress up in less clothing for your stream much less by a short crop hoodie that shows a little of your cleavage then your tiny boxer shorts. A streamer of summer, that was your nickname given by your fans— Summer. You have always been a streamer for playing horror whether be a psychological or thrill chasing games, maybe sometimes by playing valorant.

You were at first called out for dressing way too– short nonetheless you explain that you tend to be really comfortable with playing in less clothing and people see your excellence in playing. You throw on anti-rad glasses before starting your stream, “What is up my dudes! It’s your streamer– Summer and we’ll continue playing Poppy Playtime!”

While waiting for the game to load, you read the comments, “Looking good as always … Thank you … Playing alone today? Yeah since they didn’t want to play this one. San is too scared … Where’s Yunho? Oh he’s currently busy— he’s been busy nowadays so I had to play this alone. “

After the chapter ended, you were left with a heart attack and sore throat from getting sudden jump scare but overall you enjoy the whole game, you look towards at the camera, “Well that is it for the chapter 2 since the chapter 3 will be out soon and …” glancing at the time to see that you have been playing for just an hour, “aye it’s still early. Do you guys want me to play or just talk with you guys?”

Some comments were saying to talk since it has been a while since you went live so you went with their request, “Okay okay I’ll answer some questions then …”

“Since when did I start playing? I think it was around 3 years ago that I started streaming through the gameplays? I was 14 when I started doing my gameplays …”

“You dance? Of course, Yeosang and Wooyoung are actually my classmates in a studio we enrolled in.”

“Where’s Yunho? Oh he’s at work, I’m little sad he has not been spending time with me like … Tell me your schedule, I got a lotta new tricks for you .. I’M KIDDING HAHAHA!”

“Do you like Doja Cat? Yes, a hundred percent yes, I’m a huge fan of hers speaking of that …” You opened your phone to show them your last song you listened to, “I swear this is my go to song when I’m feeling myself you know…” You chuckle showing them a hand gesture down to our body. Some of your fans ask you to play the song, some of them want you to sing or mouth the lyrics, you cackle at the last one.

“I can’t do that, it looks weird but we can still let this play and talk …” The music plays—affecting not only your fans, not you who is feeling the actual lyrics but the one who has been watching from their phone ever since you started streaming.

“Do you want to know a french word? Je suis excite.. Je suis excite, that means I’m excited right? Excite probably is exciting .. Am I right?” you said your eyes were widened a little bit, looking at the comment section for confirmation and you see some were saying yes, right and correct.

But little did you know, it meant something different else.

Their pants had made themselves quite uncomfortable, tight and suffocating as their eyes not only stare at your gameplay but at your display cleavage. As much as they tried to not to look like a pervert but how could he— He has desires that he tried to stir away; afraid to ruin your friendship but with you said those words as if telling him that you are horny. Adding to the fact you just said something along the line of having ‘tricks’.

“Ohmygosh I should go to sleep or Seonghwa-oppa would smack me in the head … I’ll see you guys soon.” You did your outro and the live ended.

Yunho tucked back his phone, walking inside your shared apartment. He and you were able to share an apartment under your brother’s permission since they both work for the same company and he did not mind as long as you both had an agreement or house rules settled.

Those words were a huge trigger to him as he had been evading your presence; as much as dumb it sounds, his dick can not cooperate with him. Whether you were in your hoodie or favourite pajamas, nothing beats when he wants you all for himself. Love you, praise you, worship you, choke you, dick you down—

“Oh yuyu!” You were startled when you exit your room to see Yunho leaning on the counter with a cold drink in his hand, his eyes landing on your figure and all his last string snap when you just walk in with your zipper open, exposing your tits out.

You tried to cover them last minute but Yunho was faster, grabbing your wrist, spinning you to pin you on his chest. He leaned down, voice gruff from the pain in his pants and overwhelming horniness spilling out of his body, “nice way to greet me … tits out? Do you walk around with this …” his other free hand ran up to your chest, playing with your nipple and giving it a squeeze, making you moan a little too loud but to Yunho's liking.

“I-I thought you won’t be home … fuck! “ Yunho breathy laugh, giving your other boob the same treatment but this time adding a slap on it, your back arching in the pain and pleasure making your ass brush up on his hard dick in his pants.

“Feel that? you’re the cause of it … now be a good girl for me and choke yourself on my cock.”

“F-fuck! … Yunho– Oh my God!” your face was red and sweaty from how many hours Yunho had you pinned down on your bed, taking you from behind; had his dick ramming himself back and forth, hitting every inch of your walls then his tip knocking at your cervix several times as if trying to reach a deeper part of you to bury his cum.

“You don’t know how long i wanted to fuck you so dumb that it makes me want to go faster and harder on you .. do you like that? Do you want me to keep hammering you down on this bed like a bitch on heat?” You never knew Yunho was into this kind of thing, rough and mouthy.

You were crying out of pleasure as Yunho drilled his cock deeper and deeper until you clench around him that had him smacking his (veiny) hands on your ass, “Yu-Yunho— eugh fuck– I’m gonna cum, gonna cum– !” Yunho continues slamming his hips as your eyes roll back as you reach your orgasm, creaming his dick and milking him dry. Yunho chuckles, wrapping one of his hands around your throat, pulling you closer, bottomless.

“You like that huh? You like it when I fuck you this hard?” You dive on the sheets, Yunho's pace persistent in making his dick wet and creamy on your puffy pussy. You look over your shoulders, engulfed in overwhelming bliss, you speak with assertive tone, “clap me, choke me, bite me Yunho.”

Yunho pulls out, leaving just the tip inside as he adjust his grip from your throat down to your hips, in spite of that he shoves back while you pulling back, “FUCK!” you cried, your fingers circling around his wrist, “Yu-yu — wait you’re going too fast.”

He shakes his head, his eyebrows arching, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “I haven’t cum yet and we can fuck all night baby.” He keep thrusting back and forth,leaning forward to grasp both of your nipples in his fingers, twisting, pulling them.

Your head swirling with so much euphoria that it sent electricity vibrating down your pussy as you were reaching your second orgasm quickly, this time a little different from the last one, long strings of ‘oh’ and ‘fuck’.

“Tell me baby, i need to know one thing …” He licks his lips, pressing you on his bare chest, continue to pound inside of you, almost nearing his climax, “come on baby, i didn’t fuck you that dumb did i? Now answer me.”

You were breathing hastily, orgasm around the corner but you know best that if you don’t speak now, Yunho won’t let you cum, “Wh-What is it?”

“Have you been fantasising about this one? Did someone tell you?” You nodded, your head moving swiftly, you felt his chest vibrate as he breathy laughs, “Yeah?

“ y-yes…”

“From who?”

Your throat clogged yet you oblique, moaning when his tip brushes on your cervix once again, your dignity slowly crashing but who could you blame? You were fantasising all of this for the longest time that you slipped out to one of your friends about your huge daydream to Yunho that one of your friends may or may not slip about him.

“I heard .. I heard from a friend of a friend … that your dick is better than their exes.” His hip halted, pulling out— groaning at the emptiness but you were taken back when Yunho pulled you off the bed and towards your balcony; your eyes widened as he pushes you the makeshift knitted lounge chair.

“Well one …” yunho’s lips brush on your ears warmly, “I have never met your friends …” He inserted himself back in, slamming back on your pussy, “And second well .. they’re not wrong.”

Yunho pace didn’t falter as he locked his arms on yours, your arms pulled on your back; your chest full on display, bouncing each time Yunho hammered back. Broken groans left Yunho and you were also reaching your climax, “Fuck yunho!”

“Take my cum like a good girl!” Your eyes were clouded in euphoria, feeling full as he spurted all his cum inside you, painting your walls white. Your hole clenches on his dick before gushes of your juice burst, wetting his dick and the lounge chair.

Yunho let go of your arms and replace his softening dick with his fingers, brushing them left and right as you squirt, your lips puckering

“Oh look at that, such a good girl. Keep squirting baby~” Yunho slaps, wipe your pussy letting you ride on your orgasm before he pulls away. Your knees gave out, thankfully Yunho caught you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and at the back of your knees. He leads you both to your bathroom, setting you on the cold marble tile of your sink.

Yunho settles you on the bathtub, warm water with bubbles of rose were floating on the water. You sigh contentedly, “Is this what I get for flashing you my boobs to you?”

He laughs, shaking his head as he settles at the other end of the tub, “You want a princess treatment?” His eyes watch you carefully, cheek flaring. You played with the foam bubbles, “If you don’t mind me being your girlfriend then yeah, I want a princess treatment.”

Yunho leans towards you, leaving a soft kiss on your lips, "Deal."

It was something you and Yunho had in common. Straightforwardness. Yet here you both are, in a situation you thought is just all in your head and fantasy.

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snaileer · 1 month

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Time Unsolved

Dp Unsolved

“Today on Buzzfeed unsolved we cover the Timely Disappearance of Charles T. Williamsworth.”

Danny slurped loudly on his drink as the intro played. Was he maybe crazy for watching a Buzzfeed Unsolved True Crime alone, at night? Maybe.

But Danny had been attacked by ghosts. What was a human gonna do that Skulker couldn’t?

“What a name!” Shane cut it immediately, yellow words typing themself across the screen. Ryan laughed.

“‘Ello, yes, my name is Sir Charles T. Williamsworth, how art thou Ah yes, jolly good!” Shane mimicked with a horrifically bad posh British accent.

Ryan laughed harder, “We’ve been to London, they don’t sound like that!” He said between laughs.

“Uh, /he does! There’s no way a man with a name like that is not ‘mm yes I will take a spot of tea with my biscuit thank you.’ I’m calling it, he definitely talked like that!”

Danny smiled at the antics as Ryan wheezed, “Well it’s too bad we’ll never know for sure then isn’t it, what with his disappearance, y’know what we’re actually here to talk about.”

“That’s okay. /I’ll know. I know my buddy Charles.”

“Alright then.”

The screen was lit up with an image of a man on a black backdrop.

“The Williamsworths were a French-German family who moved to Biel, Switzerland in early 1914, just months before the largest war in European history kicked off.

They were one of the lucky few families to have left France before the war broke out…”

“Oh a family moving, that’s suspicious now?” Shane cut in.

“Well, it was right before World War 1, I mean the timing is kind of suspicious.” Ryan replied in blue.

-People move, Ryan.-

-Okay, okay, it’s just the facts of the case,.-

Danny rolled his eyes, ready for the story to continue.

The images came back.

“This move would evidently prove to be quite fortunate for the family for obvious reasons. However, it also led Charles to find his true passion: … Watchmaking.”

There was a pause as a map of Switzerland came on screen. “Biel, the town that Charles would live in for the majority of his recorded younger life, was known for watchmaking, being one of several in the heart of an area named ‘Watch Valley.’ “

-You ever own a Swiss watch?-

-Nope-

-Heard they’re good. Reeeal good.-

-Yep.-

-…-

“Charles would reportedly develop a passion for clocks, watches, and timepieces in general, only getting more entrenched in his obsession over time.”

The image of the man now shifted to be overlaid on a map.

“By the time the First World War was over, Charles had gained an ostentatious apprenticeship under one of the premiere watchmakers of the time, Max Stührling. This lasted until Stührling’s death in 1938, after which Charles vanished from any records for two years.”

-Well y’know, his mentor had just died. -Maybe he wanted to grieve. Y’know curl up in his room and not see anybody for a bit.-

Ryan laughed, -2 years, he was crying in his room for 2 years and nobody found him?-

-Well, it’s not like records were great back then, I mean what are you gonna write on the census… just.. like..-

-Loud weeping heard from inside. One resident. Unnamed.-

-Yeah!-

“The next time Charles T. Williamsworth appears on record, it is in the back of a photo from France in 1940. Showing Williamsworth standing in front of a watch shop wearing dark clothes, a distinct pocket watch, and looking into the camera.”

The black and white image appears on screen, zooming in on the background figure. Danny tilts his head at it, something about it niggling at him.

“The shop and its owner would go on to be infamous within the town for the duration of the Second World War. Charles was unwillingly drafted in the summer of 1941, serving on the front lines for no more than 3 months before sustaining a wound to his face, leaving him with damaged eyesight, facial scarring, and a medical discharge.

He returned to his shop soon after.”

Danny frowned at the mention of what the man had probably gone through.

“With later evidence statements regarding Charles stating that he was an ‘odd man. He never mentioned the war, leaving it behind once he was not forced to be a part of it. He seemed to be separate from it all, he only cared for his watches.’

This sense of separation would extend to his shop, as when the town was bombed in 1944 leading up to D-day, his shop was left miraculously unharmed. It was reportedly open the very next day.”

-I can appreciate the dedication- Shane says in yellow.

-Yeah, I mean, the morning after is a bit soon, but he did really love watches. If he didn’t have to, I guess he wasn’t gonna close his shop.-

-He’s advertising, ‘Sure you were almost killed in a fiery explosion, but look! I’ve got new watches!’-

Ryan laughs.

“Over the next 50 years, Charles T. Williamsworth would disappear from records repeatedly, sometimes for months, only present on seven censuses between 1952 and 1979. Despite this, the clock shop was never sold, remaining in wait for its master’s return.”

Multiple pictures of pocket watches came onscreen. “It became known in the surrounding area for especially good pocket watches and grandfather clocks. Each personally made using Swiss essemblage practices, often engraved.

While it was a place of prestige, some described the shop as having ‘an unbearably loud sound of ticking, as if a thousand clocks were set to the same second.’

Apparently, Charles ‘seemed to enjoy the sound, often standing in the front room when no one was present. He was able to pick out one clock if it was off time.’ Witnesses stated.”

It cut to showing Shane and Ryan at their table.

“God, I can’t imagine. That’d drive me crazy.” Shane said, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I don’t know, a thousand clocks at the same time? Just..” Ryan looked back and forth frantically, as if there were sounds from every direction, “I’d go nuts pretty fast, I can’t even handle one sometimes.”

“I’d just go off and punch one of the clocks, just- RAAAH and -oh my god is that where that comes from?! I’m gonna punch your clock? Or like you clock somebody!?! Oh my god I never realized that!”

Danny’s jaw drops at the realization as Ryan laughs. Shane looks to be losing his mind as well.

“However, Charles’ most notable disappearance was his last.”

Dramatic music played as Danny zoned back in.

“Due to his frequency of vanishing for extended periods of time, it is unknown when exactly Charles disappeared. The last definite sighting of Charles T. Williamsworth was late at night on April 23rd, 1999, when neighborhood patrolman, Elliot Dubois, noticed him locking the door to his shop with its lights still on. Elliot, concerned for the safety of the elderly man, questioned him but eventually allowed Charles to leave, noting that he turned down a road that only led into the woods outside of town.

Two weeks later, 12 year old James Chappellè, a mailboy in the area, noted during his morning run on May 7 that mail had begun to pile up in front of the shop’s door.

Something that had never happened before.”

The word ‘before’ faded into red.

“It reached such a point that the mail system declared they would no longer deliver, as they couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t be stolen.

At this point, the police got involved and the case was assigned to Detective Jacob Laurent.

It turned out to be a more difficult case than first expected, as when they looked into Charles’ past, they were unable to turn up any such notable documents as a birth certificate nor any document containing a birthdate.

But when police entered the shop on May 10th, they found it largely empty, with only the shelves, register, and equipment left remaining between the front and back room.

It should be noted that there was still money in the register, and a light on in the back though the other bulbs for the front seemed to have been burnt out.

Upon entering the living space above the shop, it was found to be covered in dust, and all of Charles’ clothes and belongings still present.

Rather, there was evidence that Charles largely slept in his shop, with a cot beside his workbench.

A workbench that, upon police entry, only held one gold pocketwatch, personally engraved with the initials ‘C. W.’ As it was known for Charles to always carry the pocketwatch, he was officially declared missing and possibly presumed dead.

The watch’s presence also led detective Laurent to suspect foul play.

However, despite the declaration of foul play, the police did not extensively search the town woods, citing the size and density of the forest.”

The video cut to Shane staring at Ryan, face deadpan. Ryan was clearly trying to hold back laughs.

“So… let me get this straight… an old man who’s… how old at this point exactly?”

Ryan laughs, “Nobody knows, there’s no known birthday-“

“That’s weird too, but okay, let’s say he’s like what, at least 95? I mean… there’s a certain age that like if you disappear… ..eh.” Shane shrugged.

Ryan looked at him incredulously, “Eh??”

“Yeah,” Shane shrugged again, “Eh.”

“What???”

“I mean… y’know… old people wander into the woods sometimes, maybe he just went for a walk and got lost. At that age… death has gotta be around every corner, I mean come on!”

Ryan wheezed into his elbow.

Danny laughed quietly.

Once Ryan calmed down, he organized the file, clipping it down on the table, “So! With the story finished, let’s get into the theories,”

Shane rolled his eyes, “Oh god this is gonna be one of yours isn’t it? What ghosts are abducting people now?”

Danny smiled, briefly considering how much effort it would take to go haunt Shane all the way in LA.

“The first theory is that Charles T. Williamsworth was involved with the mafia at the time and was a long standing or high ranking member that had crossed the wrong people.

Some reasons for this theory is the lack of early documents, suggesting a fake identity or forgery.

This case is especially supported by the long absences, where his shop remained closed and yet still remained in his possession.

In fact, the deed for the shop was not listed under Charles’ name, instead Iisted as owned under a private organization.

This theory explains his disappearance and possible subsequent death as an act of revenge from an enemy made from illicit activities. Leaving no body behind, there would be no evidence to prosecute the acting party.

Within this, there are also some who believe that if Charles was engaged in the mafia and lived under a false identity, that his disappearance was him returning to his actual identity, possibly due to being caught.

Prison records indicate 6 Swiss-German inmates arrested at the approximate time of his disappearance, roughly matching the age and appearance of Charles. Notably, none of them had a distinct facial scar and no identification was ever confirmed.”

The screen switched.

Shane smiled at Ryan, “Oh Ho Ho, my boy Charles is getting into some funky stuff, huh? Workin’ for the Mob, breaking knees, chopping fingers?”

Ryan laughed, “Yeah maybe, it definitely lends credit to him being a part of something. Maybe he was out in the woods breaking knees y’know. Or burying something.”

“Someone,…”Shane said ominously, then burst out laughing, “What if he buried himself! Just-“Shane mimed digging, clapping his hands like he was wiping off dust, “Alright, thats a good illegal grave right there, just a good hole for a dead- woaaah!” He pretended to fall, “Boom, stuck in his own grave.”

“Really, this old man dug a 6 foot deep grave? On his own?”

“Hey you don’t know his strength, maybe he lifts.”

“Alright.” Ryan shook his head, still grinning.

Danny smiled, considering it, it did kind of make sense.

“The second theory is that Charles T. Williamsworth did indeed just walk into the woods and never come out. If this is the case, what happened in the woods is widely speculated on. Some saying that animals may have attacked him, or that he simply fell or was injured and could not get up due to his age.

This theory loses support due to the fact that no body was ever found. Though some say that if the woods were too big for the police to search, there may be a den or that his body was covered naturally.”

“Or in a grave.”

“You really think he was mafia?”

“I mean, who could tell?” Shane shrugged.

“The third theory, much like the first, is that Charles was a federal agent for one of the Allied Powers.

This theory is also supported by the significant periods of absence and lack of documents to indicate a forged identity, meant to fool the German government and allow him to work behind the lines. However, unlike the first, there is also evidence of a man with the same distinct scar on his eye, showing up in the background of photos at the British Intelligence Office, the Eiffel Tower during Germany’s occupancy, and behind closed Swiss borders.

None of which would be possible without the unique skills and permissions of a government agent.”

Silence reigned as Shane and Ryan stared each other down, Shane clearly ramping up for something.

“The name’s Williamsworth. Charles Williamsworth.” He said dramatically.

Ryan burst out laughing. “You support this one more then?”

“Yeah, I’ve changed my mind, he’s not in the mafia. His suspicious activities were in the name of secrecy, national secrets, confidential war trades. Espionage…”

“Well I guess, nobody’s gonna suspect the 95 year old man to be up to anything. I mean, if I saw an old man somewhere I’d just be like, huh I wonder who lost their grandpa, not ‘I bet he’s secretly working to take down Hitler.’ Y’know.”

“Charles gets caught: just ‘Whaa-at me~e? I’m just a gentle~e o~ ol~ld ma~an, I can’t harm nobody~y.” Shane mimed leaning over a cane.

“He gets caught and just pretends he has dementia, ‘Who am I? Who are you? Why am I here? Where’s my breakfast?”

Shane cackled as Ryan laughed.

Danny considered it more, this one seemed the most likely, though… he’d definitely be the oldest agent.

“Another theory is that the shop was robbed and Charles returned while or before it was happening, catching the criminals off guard and leading them to react rashly, injuring or killing Charles. They then would have hidden his body and cleaned out the shop to hide any other evidence.

This theory however is disproven by the lack of money taken from the register.

Despite this, it is the official claimed circumstance by the police at the time.”

“Fucking police, always with the boring one.” Shane said ruefully.

“Our last theory, and my personal favorite,-“

Shane groaned. Danny smiled, this was gonna be good.

“-is that Charles T Williamsworth was a time traveler. And that all of his disappearances were when he was traveling through time.

This theory supports his families early move to Switzerland under odd timing, his appearance in so many photos and even his obsession with clocks. As well as why he seemed unbothered by the tumultuous times.”

“I can… accept it.” Shane said, hesitant.

Ryan laughed, “I’ll take it.”

“Despite all of these theories, there is still significant information missing from the case.

And so, like clockwork this case shall remain:

Unsolved.”

Danny’s mouth dropped as the screen went dark.

No way.

No freaking way.

He lurched upwards, eyes wide.

Obsessed with clocks, scar on his eye, fricking weird and talks in riddles.

Oh mygod!

Danny threw himself out of bed, “I’ve connected the dots!” He rushed to untangle himself from his sheets, transforming immediately, “I’ve connected them!”

He dove for the ghost portal.

Holy frick!

Charles T. Williamsworth was Clockwork!

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deansapplepie · 4 months

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The Spitting Image | Part 2

Summary: Years passed since last time you saw your ex-boyfriend and father of your son. Fate decided the perfect moment for you to reconnect was after the end of the world.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f! Reader

Warnings: swearing, threatening, a little angsty, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, mentions of abandonment, Reader’s Parents. Minors do not interact. (If I forgot anything let me know)

Word Count: 3,715

A/N: again I didn’t finish this part how I wanted to, but next part probably we’ll have father and son moments. Also I guess the flashbacks are over.

Also, this is fiction so any inaccurate thing just take as it can happen in this world.

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Daryl and you never said if you were dating or not, but you guessed it was implied because you were always together, you did couple shit, you kissed… he was your best friend, but you wish you had a girl friend you could share how happy you were. One day you thought about telling your mom, you had always been friends, but as soon as you arrived home an ice bucket was thrown on you.

“Y/N, dear, Mrs. Guttenberg told us something very preoccupying. She said she saw you and the younger Dixon together at the public library.” Your father said and you could be a little naïve, but you knew he was looking for information.

“You mean Daryl, daddy?” He was a Dixon, indeed, but he had a name.

“Yes, whatever his name is.” He answered annoyed.

“We’re in the same year. Sometimes we have projects to do together.” You lied, indeed you were in the same year, but you had no classes together this year.

“Avoid having him as a pair for your school projects.” He said, indeed you read well the situation. Your father had something against the boy you loved.

“Why? We’re friends.”

“There’s no such thing as boys and girls being friends, sweetie.” This time it was your mom, and you thinking about telling her about Daryl… you couldn’t have been more wrong.

After this you didn’t stop seeing Daryl, you could never do that. So instead, you did what every teenager would do, you did it either way, but hide it from your parents and how was it even more delicious to hide everything from them. The feeling of the secrets and the mystery being your everyday fuel.

You didn’t even know how you were able to maintain the secrecy until your high school graduation, until your last summer before going to the uni. It was perfect, you’d sneak around say you’d be with one of your “girl friends” and you’d be enjoying yourself with Daryl. That was until middle of the summer, when they discovered your lie. You were surprised how they cared about you to not know you had no friends for years and buying your lies so easily.

It was a beautiful summer evening, both of you were at a small diner savoring a Milkshake you were sharing when the doorbell couldn’t have sounded more horrifying than in the moment. Your parents entered the diner and marched in your direction you froze, and Daryl saw the shift in your mood, the anxiety creeping out of you… and then He saw them too and everything made sense.

Your father yanked you from your sit hastily as if you stayed any more time close to Daryl you’d be contaminated.

“What did I told you? Avoid the younger Dixon, and you’re here having milkshakes with him.” Your father angrily bursted still grabbing your arm and not afraid at all that everyone was seeing the scene.

“Sir, yer hurting her…” Daryl tried to politely tell him to release you.

“I’m not talking to you your bastard son of a bitch! You seduced my innocent daughter!” His intention was to make some noise, he wanted everyone to know what the boy he considered scum had “done”.

Oh if he just knew how ‘innocent’ you were.

“Dad, it’s not like this.” You tried to reason with him. “I’m with him because I want to, I-I love him.”

“Sir, your daughter is off age. She has the right to make her own decisions.” His hands were closed in fists, trying to consider that man was your father, and he couldn’t just break his nose.

“You shut the hell up Dixon! I decide what is better for her! You open your disgusting mouth one more time and I’ll make sure next time you open it is to cry because your drunk daddy and your junkie of a brother are behind the jails with no time to leave it!” He just used his power as an attorney to threaten Daryl with the people that he had to protect even if they were part of his pain. His brother was indeed a junkie, but he was his brother. And his dad… how many times he wished he was dead when he was past drunk and would beat the hell out of him.

“Dad! No!” You protested, why were he causing all of this.

“Mr. Y/L/N” A terrified small waitress approached all of you. “If you don’t stop this, we’ll need to call the police. You’re scaring the clients.”

He looked at the waitress rage in his eyes, your mom was there and did nothing to help you or stop him. He started to drag you to the exit, you tried to fight back. Your father pulled your arm strongly, making you groan in pain. Your eyes on Daryl trying to say a thousand things just with them. ‘I am going to be ok.’ ‘Don’t worry’ ‘I will come back for you.’ ‘Don’t give up on me.’ ‘I’m not giving up on you.’ ‘I love you.’

While you were dragged from the diner to the parking lot and then to the car, younger Daryl Dixon was frozen, unable to move. In pain. He had been humiliated many times in his life, but it never hurt like this time. He felt useless. He did nothing to stop him, so afraid of what he could do. He had lost you because he chose to protect people he didn’t even know deserved his consideration, but they were his family… he couldn’t just let it happen. That day would continue to haunt him for many years, and he would never forget the heartache it caused.

“And how this whole story changes my opinion?” DJ asked you, trying to stay firm at his point. It didn’t change his father didn’t look afterwards. Daryl was present while you told him all the story with no editing how your parents were despicable.

“Were you listening to me?” You asked your son incredulous; he was an intelligent boy, he shouldn’t be playing dumb. “Imagine, you had someone you really loved, but their parents didn’t like you, had a stupid prejudice against you, because your family wasn’t like the others. Those people tell you to leave or they’re going to kill your mom, me. They are prepared to pull the trigger at any moment. Would you let me die?”

“No.” He answered reluctantly, he didn’t like to lose. A stubborn little shit just like his father.

“It was nobody’s fault.” You said again. “I don’t expect you to immediately call him ‘dad’ or consider him your father, but I expect you to be open to getting to know him and respect him.”

“It’s ok, if he’s not ready…” Daryl tried to say, he didn’t want the kid to do anything forcefully, but you were his mother, you knew better.

“No, it’s not. You’re his father, you did nothing wrong. He shouldn’t be so resistant.” You stated, sometimes you thought you were too strict but in others you always felt that being a solo mom you needed to be.

“Ya can’t force the kid…” Daryl said, and he wasn’t wrong, but you sent him a sharp glance anyways.

“You see, listen to the old man.” DJ was playing with fire and he knew it, but he couldn’t help being like this when everything changed so much in a short time.

“Ok, enough. Both of you, do it like you wish. DJ, just stop blaming him. Ok?” You asked your son and hoped he would comply with it right now. Daryl’s group was new and you didn’t want them having a hard time because your son was unfairly rebellious.

“Ok, evil grandparents fault.” The teenager stated.

“I don’t expect ya to open to me easily DJ, but I’d like to know ya and I’d like ya to know me and see if I’m fit to be your father. Someday.” All of this was as new for him as it was for the kid. He needed to try, it was as if he had passed all those years waiting for this moment, as if he knew somewhere he had a son… it scared him as fuck, but from the moment he landed his eyes on the kid, he couldn’t stop thinking about HIS son. Also, the punch he received wasn’t something easy to forget. “I can teach ya many things and I know I can learn from ya too.”

“We can arrange it, Daryl.” DJ said, trying to sound more mature. It was strange the name Daryl rolling from his mouth and it being not to talk about himself. He kept the straight face, one more thing he got from his father and didn’t know, he didn’t want to show his true emotions, but deep inside he was a mix of excited and fearful.

“Baby, I think for the next part of the talk, you can go to your room. You don’t need to listen to it.” You didn’t want to tell him how it was when you discovered you were pregnant, the options your parents gave you, what you had to do… what you lived. You were pretty sure he felt everything inside your belly.

“Mom, I wanna know everything. Stop protecting me.”

Some weeks after your parents took you to Atlanta, you started getting morning sickness and your period was late, which made you freak out in silence with no one to vent about it. You could leave the house and use a public phone to call Daryl, but he didn’t have a phone at home, so no way of you communicating with him. If you were still with him, you could worry about it together.

You thought about running away and going back to him, but you couldn’t. Your father swore he would make his life a living hell if you did so and you didn’t doubt him, after everything… you knew what he was capable of. So you hid it. You hid your worries the maximum you could, until your mom started to suspect your constant sickness and resistance to eat certain foods.

One day she arrived at home, a bag from the pharmacy in hands and threw it at you. “Go to the bathroom, now!” She ordered, you looked at her wide-eyed, you hadn’t understood. “Don’t give me that look, you know what it is. Pee on all of them and don’t even try to hide it from me.”

In a short period of time, your parents had become strangers to you. You didn’t recognize them anymore. They scared you.

You took the 5 packs of pregnancy test to the bathroom and peed on all of them, once you finished, you opened the door and let your mom in. You sat on your bed and let she have her time with the tests. You already knew the results; you could feel it in your bones. You were pregnant. You were expecting Daryl Dixon’s child, and in the same way it brought joy to you… it scared you so much more, afraid of what could happen.

Positive. All five positive. A big positive.

Later that day your mother talked to your father thanks the gods she left you out of it, but from your room you could listen the choleric screams of your father. Then, they came to talk to you.

“We need to talk about what we are going to do with the thing growing inside of you.” Your father said coldly.

“The thing? It’s my baby. We don’t have anything to discuss.” You answered a protective hand on your belly.

“We’re not keeping a stray dog in this house.” You couldn’t believe that words came from your mother’s mouth.

“You have only two options, one you can give it to adoption and second we end this freak show.” That needed to be a nightmare, a sick joke… no way your parents were really making all of this.

“I-I need some time to think…” That was all you managed to say. There wasn’t anything to think about. You were keeping that baby, his baby, your baby.

“You have 24 hours to think about it. That’s all I’m going to give you.” Your father said before living the room followed by your mother.

You needed a plan, you needed to leave without they suspecting you. Well, there wasn’t many options for you in Atlanta… there was no Daryl, and your father knew you’d not go to him risking him destroying your lover’s life. Maybe they would let you go out a little to “organize” your thoughts.

You went from your room to your parents’ and knocked shyly on the door, soon you heard her voice telling you to get in. After this, you probably deserved an Oscar, you put your stupidest face, faking confusion and a little of worry, the last one wasn’t difficult to fake, you were indeed worried. You asked if you could go to the mall, as if you were a minor needing permission from your parents. They gave you a curfew and asked for you to go on your car, of course because they could track you down.

You changed your clothes and took a simple bag, with all the documents you had. You told them you were leaving with your “best” destroyed face and really left to the mall. You parked your car, but you weren’t staying there.

You took a taxi to the closest agency of your bank, you waited a little time to speak with someone and asked to withdraw all your money, all the money your parents had reserved for your college. The account was in your name, so it was yours. You took a part in cash and another in check, it would be easier to carry. You decided you’d open an account wherever you went and make the deposit of the checks once you thought it was safe, probably some time after your baby was already born. For now, the money you had was enough.

You left the agency, bought different clothes in a cheap store and changed into them. After it, you left to the bus station and there you’d decide your final destination. And that’s how you ended up in a small city in Ohio, pregnant, alone and working in a Café. Also, it was the place where you raised your son before everything happened.

“ ‘m sorry ya hafta go through it alone.” Daryl said once you finished telling the whole story. DJ remained silent. Thinking about how he could not be there if you had chosen your parents way, also he thought how he hated them even more that he knew everything.

“I wasn’t alone.” You had a small smile on your face. “I had DJ and I found some angels along the way.”

“After I left, I thought about looking for ya at your college, but… I thought you were better off without me.” Now his mind wandered back to the past and he could feel the emotions he had at the time all over again.

‘I’d never been better off without you.’, you wanted to say when you saw in his eyes the 19 year old boy he once was, but you couldn’t. “You’d never find me, as I never went to the university, so you would have frustrated yourself once more.”

You took a glance at your son and you could see there was a turmoil of thoughts and feelings on his mind. That’s why you didn’t want him to listen this part of the history, you knew your son… you knew how he’d get. “Dear… are you okay?” You took his hand over the table and gave a small squeeze on it. You knew he wasn’t ok.

“Yeah.” He managed to say, his voice broke. You could see he wanted to cry. You hated to see him like that. “I’m gonna go to bed. Night.” He excused himself fast and in the same speed stood up and hit the stairs. He was going to cry, he didn’t… he couldn’t cry in front of Daryl, his father. God, he punched the man some hours ago, and now he was afraid if he saw him being emotional he’d not want someone this weak as a son. He didn’t ever want a father, so why did he feel like he couldn’t do this? DJ was 17, almost a man, he used to say he would protect his mom, but now he felt under the weather because of the shit that happened before he was born. Maybe… he also felt it was his fault, but he never asked to be born, right? That wasn’t his responsibility, he tried to tell himself.

“I think I should go.” Daryl said feeling a little weird after DJ left. “Ya probably should check the kid. But I think ya know this n’ don’t need me saying…” he got up from the chair, why was he feeling all nervous now?

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna talk to him. I knew it would do no good he listening to this with all the details…” you stood up and even though the hunter had said he should go… you felt he wanted to say something.

“Why did ya give him my name?” He asked. You had sent letters saying you were expecting and he never answered the letters, because he never received them. So why name your precious son after the dumbass of father that technically didn’t want him?

“ ‘cause he’s yours… If your mind still works the same, I know you’re thinking you didn’t deserve this… that at the time you were supposedly a father that abandoned his son, but the thing is… I know you, Daryl Dixon, and I know you’d never do something like that. He was the last piece, the last memory I had of you.”

You said ‘I know’ not ‘I knew’ and that made Daryl feel nervous in a way he didn’t for a long time. There were years that you didn’t see him and you still thought his nature was the same, you still thrusted him even when he didn’t do anything the day before to show he still thrusted you.

You took him to the door and thanked him. Thanked him for what? There wasn’t anything to thank about when he was presenting to his father duties so late. He answered with a ‘ ‘s nothing.’, feeling strange and didn’t know well what to say or how to behave. He walked on the streets of Alexandria kicking every small rock he saw on his way, he wasn’t frustrated, maybe a little bit, his father never said anything and he and Merle had come back to visit him, even though the bastard didn’t deserve it. He could have said… He was thinking, about everything, mainly about his son, but he couldn’t help but think about you too. Before, you were all he knew and now you had a son together; Also, all that you went through all by yourself…

When he arrived the house that was given to his group, they were all gathered around the living room. If he was honest, he didn’t really want to talk, but he knew he’d need to talk with Rick, or Carol, or both of them. They’d ask for sure. And he wasn’t wrong, once he entered, Rick and Carol dragged him to another room. “What’s it?” He said in his hoarse voice, a little more annoyed than he intended to.

Carol rolled her eyes, but Rick was the first to speak. “How was it? Did you talk to the kid?”

“Ugh… yeah…” he replied scratching the back of his head. “I sorta talked more with her… in fact she was the one that talked the most. The kid was maybe almost as lost as I was.”

He gave them a summary of the conversation, because he knew they wouldn’t rest till he said something. It’s not like they liked to be invasive, but at least the little that Daryl was willing to tell they wanted to know.

“Brother, I can’t imagine how it must be for you. But welcome to the club, it’s not easy being father to a teen.” Rick tried to give Daryl his support and to lighten the mood he tried to joke a little. Daryl appreciated it, but there were so many things on his mind at that moment. “What do you think about the place?”

“ ‘m assuming they’re not crazy cannibals, but they’re weak.” It was visible, most of those people never had to put a hand on a knife or a gun to defend themselves. “ Y/N wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t good and safe.”

“Yeah, indeed they’re week. We need to adjust here and keep our eyes open. Are you sure we can trust her?” Carol knew that would be a delicate subject to him, but she needed to confirm.

“I know her, I trust her.” Daryl was resolute, he didn’t want to dictate all the reasons why he trusted you.

“You. Still. Like. Her.” Carol said a knowing smile on her face.

“Of course, she’s the mother of my child.” He said a hue of pink going to his cheeks.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Ok, let’s not pick on him today. He had enough for today.” Rick not wanting to pick on him, that was new to Daryl.

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SR Ace Trappola - Beach Wear Vignette

"An amazing and memorable summer"

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Ace: HIYAH!

[wind magic]

Ace: Awesome, bullseye! Finish 'em off, Housewarden!

Riddle: I don't need you to tell me twice. HUP!!

[fire magic]

Ace: That's a Housewarden for you! Alllright, let's nab all the parts ASAP.

Riddle: You've improved, Ace. But the number of robot attacks seems to be increasing.

Ace: Yeahhh. Maybe Gantu's finally taking it seriously?

Riddle: …Everyone is so elated by the resort and surfing, but I believe we should take a breather to think more seriously.

Riddle: At dinner, we should speak to determining a security system.

Ace: So I got stuck patrolling around the cottage based on Riddle-ryōchō's suggestion…

1. Let's do our best! 2. I'll join you.

Grim: Nyahaha! Gantu's robots ain't no match for me～!

Stitch: Yeehaw ♪

Ace: NO, BUT SERIOUSLY, WHY AM I STUCK WITH THESE GUYS!? THIS DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL ANY SAFER!

Ace: Stitch is one thing, but you two from Ramshackle're not really good for fighting!

Grim: Whaddya say～!? Humph, I ain't gonna save you if you're attacked by a robot.

Ace: That's my line. Don't get lost wandering around on your own.

Ace: Anyway, [Yuu], you better not leave my side, especially 'cause you can't use magic.

[nods]

Ace: Eh, I mean, I guess we don't really run into any of those robots at night anyway, so I think you'll be alright.

Grim: Alllright, so let's get this patrol on the road. Follow me!

[Uninhabited Island – Tropical Forest]

Ace: Wheew～ The breeze's nice. It's great to have since it's still pretty humid at night.

Ace: I was worried what would happen bein' stranded on this deserted island and all…

Ace: But thanks to us having that cottage, I'd say we're survivin' pretty comfortably.

Ace: If we didn't have Stitch or our upperclassmen, we'd probably have been stuck sleeping in that cave the whole time.

Ace: Thanks, Stitch.

Stitch: Ehe!

Grim: Funyaa! Hey, I also was out there collecting vines and branches and fruits and any other stuff out there we could use!

Ace: Sure, you're helping in your own little way, but when it comes to the fruit, you were basically eating them as soon as you found them.

Grim: That’s… Uh… Yeah, I was tasting to make sure it was good! It woulda been bad if you all got upset stomachs, after all!

Ace: If you eat everything yourself, then that's no longer taste testing.

Ace: Eh, I mean, it's not like I really want fruit, anyway. All of Floyd-senpai's dishes were totally delish.

Ace: The white fish sauté, the seafood simmered in coconut milk, the carpaccio, and that fruit salad...

Ace: All those dishes tasted like they came right out of a restaurant. There's no way I'd be able to go back to normal food after that.

Stitch: Right!

Grim: I wanna barbeque again! I can't get enough of that juicy, savory flavor of all that shellfish～

1. The grilled shrimp was delicious.

Ace: Totally. It's gotta be the fact that all these ingredients are super fresh that it tastes so good.

2. The meat was good, too.

Ace: I totally get it. I'm still a growing boy, y'know? Fish is good and all, but it's just not enough without some actual meat.

Ace: The cottage and food are getting' more and more extravagant, so it really feels like we're at a private beach resort.

Ace: Gettin' to be more of a celebrity getaway, 'stead of us being stranded. Honestly, I've always wanted to experience something like this.

[Grim's stomach growls]

Grim: Funyaa～ …All that talk of food's making me hungry. Hey, hey, why don't we go back to the cottage already?

Grim: The other guys are also out patrolling, so they'll all be fine without us.

Ace: Don't be stupid, Grim. Riddle-ryōchō and Azul-senpai are still at the cottage.

Ace: If it's found out that we slacked off, we'll definitely lose our heads.

Ace: C'mon, we're basically living that resort lifestyle, no one wants to be wearing that heavy collar around. Let's just do our job and patrol.

Ace: And besides, Gantu's capturing robots won't pop out at us, so… Just going on a stroll while chattin' it up ain't bad once in a while.

Ace: Honestly, being around my Housewarden, or my basketball clubmates day in and day out just kinda tires me out.

1. Yeah, seems like.

Ace: I knew you'd get me.

2. Doesn't look like it to me…

Ace: You don't get it at all. 'Sides, it's called being polite not showing how tired I am!

Ace: Putting that aside… This has been pretty great, hasn't it? We all got to go surfing together, too.

Ace: Whatever else there might be, don't you think this is turning out to be an amazing and memorable summer?

[Uninhabited Island - Tropical Forest]

Ace: Putting that aside… This has been pretty great, hasn't it? We all got to go surfing together, too.

Ace: Whatever else there might be, don't you think this is turning out to be an amazing and memorable summer?

Ace: Sucks that my phone battery died so I couldn't take any pictures…

Ace: But when we get back to campus, we totally gotta brag to Deuce that we had an awesome vacation on a tropical island.

Grim: Yeah! Deuce is probably super depressed right now.

1. It would have nice if we could all have come together.

Ace: I wonder～ Well, I guess he does have a ton of stamina, so he might have been super useful gathering water and food.

2. It would be nice to come together next time.

Ace: EH, NEXT TIME!? I mean, sure, we're having fun and all, but I definitely don't want to get stranded like this a second time.

Ace: But hey, I guess I feel sorry for him that he was the only one left behind.

Ace: Guess it wouldn't be too bad to invite Deuce and we all go somewhere together for summer vacation.

Stitch: Ohana?

Grim: Hm? You talking about Deuce? Yeah, he's another one that I look after.

Ace: I question who's looking after who, here…

1. He's our friend. 2. We get along well.

Stitch: Great!

[rustle, rustle]

Ace: Hm? Did you guys hear something behind us?

Grim: Probably just the leaves rustlin' in the wind. Look at you, a real worrywart.

1. Huh? Where'd Stitch go? 2. Wait. Stitch is gone!

Ace: Stitch? If you're still here, say something.

Ace: No way. I got a bad feeling…

Ace: EH!?

Grim: Hey! Stitch! You better not be trying to scare me… HRMPH!

Ace: Shhhh!!! Both of you stay quiet.

Ace: I knew it… Something huge is coming this way.

Ace: Is it an enemy? Shoot, of all times to show up, it had to be right when we lost Stitch.

[rustle, rustle, rustle!]

Grim: Eek… Th-Those footsteps are getting closer!

Ace: I'll do what I can to stop them. So you two need to head back to the cottage and go get my Housewarden and Azul-senpai.

Ace: When I give you the signal, run and don't look back. …It'll be fine. I'll be able to fight them off, at least until you get back.

Ace: …Here we go.

Ace: [YUU], GRIM! RUN!!!

???: GRAAAWR!!!!

Ace: I WON'T LET YOU PASS ME!

Ace: I'll beat yo… Uh, wait. Huh?

Floyd: Boo～! Whaddya think, did I scare you?

Ace: FLOYD-SENPAI!? AND STITCH!?

Ace: O-Oh, come on～～! Don't scare me like that!!

Floyd: Aha! Look how scared you were, Crab-chan. Hilarious!

Stitch: Yahahaha!

Ace: Hey, you, Stitch～! You totally abandoned us when you realized Floyd-senpai was near, didn't you?

Ace: And here I was praising you so much, and that's how you repay me?

Floyd: Just let it go. "I won't let you pass me," you said? Don't think I've ever said that kind of line before.

Floyd: [whistles] Crab-chan, you're so coool～ You thought so too, right, Shrimpy-chan?

1. You were totally cool. 2. Thanks for protecting us!

Ace: Ughhhhh! Floyd-senpai, stop teasing me!

Ace: And the rest of you better not join in, either! Don't tell anyone about what just happened.

Grim: Nyahaha, maybe I will, maybe I won't～

Ace: If Trey-senpai or Cater-senpai, or even Deuce hears about it… They won't ever let me live it down.

Floyd: Ah, don't get all crabby on me. There's some chilled jelly waiting for us when we get back to the cottage.

Ace: Whose fault do you think this is…

Ace: No, it's fine, I guess I am pretty hungry, so I'll take that jelly and call it even.

Ace: Sigh, I feel so tired all of a sudden. And the best way to get rid of this icky feeling is…

Ace: To eat some delicious food again tomorrow with everyone and just have as big a blast as I possibly can!

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writeandsurvive · 9 months

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Caught in a Snow Storm ~ Alden Parker 1/2

Summary: After a work road trip, you and Alden have to stop at a hotel cause the roads are being closed and there’s only one room left.

Warnings: one bed, heater goes out, smut, age gap, smoking, handjob, oral (f receiving).

Words count: 5.2k

Author’s note: yes, despite being summer, I’m writing winter fics. I couldn’t shake this idea off my head so I finally wrote it down. Second part coming soon! Special mention to Supernatural in this work because 18 years later, I finally fell into the rabbit hole. I hope you’ll like it! ❤️

None of this was planned. Nothing happened the way it should have. The whole trip was a major waste of time, giving you zero info for your murder case and even less a lead. On top of that, a huge snow storm hit, blocking the roads and you had to stop at the first hotel you found. You usually love the snow, you find it beautiful when it’s all white outside. But this time, it was just the cherry on the cake. “Do you have everything you need for a sleepover?” You did this trip with your team leader, Alden Parker. You didn’t want to go in the first place.

The idea of being stuck in a car for almost three hours with your crush didn’t sound appealing. Not that you mind being with him, you actually love his company, love talking to him about all kinds of things, love his face when he smiles, or how his eyes are soft whenever he looks at you. You love how his mustache is dark while the rest of his beard - and hair - keeps getting whiter. But you still didn’t want to, because of what happened the week before.

Despite being cold outside, the sky was clear blue and the sun was out. You love this exact kind of weather, and ever since you found out about the roof, you enjoy going up for a break, taking some deep breaths, having a smoke and just appreciate the quiet. And that was exactly what you did. Smelling the nice scent coming from the bakery down the street, a cigarette in hand, you relaxed. You even took a couple of pictures of this nice view.

“You know,” you jumped for a second at the sound of his voice straddling you. He chuckled at your reaction. “Ever since I joined, I’ve been wondering where your secret smoking spot is.” He got closer to the ledge, taking in the view. You tried not to stare too much.

“Did you follow me here, Parker?” You puffed on your cigarette.

“Just a little at the time. Nice spot. But the cigarette—“

“I know, I don’t need the lecture. I’m not a heavy smoker, you know.” You stayed a few steps away from him, not wanting to overwhelm him with the bad smell of nicotine.

“Just when you’re overwhelmed or want to relax.”

You didn’t know what to think about the fact that he noticed all of this. And was intrigued enough that he found your secret spot. You felt all giddy, but buried it deep inside you.

“After sex, too.” As soon as it left your lips, you regretted it. Where was this coming from? Technically, it is true, you enjoy a smoke after sex, but it wasn’t something Alden Parker needed to know. You felt so horrified that you stopped looking at the man and just focused on the view and your cigarette that was coming to an end. You would probably need another one. “I shouldn’t have said that.” You managed to say.

“Yeah,” he agreed and you felt even worse. “Look, I’m not going to tell you how bad it is for you, cause I know how annoying that is—I’ve been there.” You looked at him, forgetting your embarrassment for a second. “Just that if and when you decide to try to stop, I’ll be happy to help.”

“H—how did you stop?”

“That’s actually one of the good things that came out of my marriage with Vivian. She really wanted me to stop, so we came to an agreement that everytime I needed to smoke, I’d reach out to her. I’d call if we weren’t together, or just tell her if we were, and she’d do her best to take my mind off it.”

“And it really worked?”

“After a while, yeah. It did. But also because I wanted to stop. If you don’t have that in the first place, no matter what you do, it won’t work.”

“I’ll— think about it. Thank you for offering your help.”

Your cigarette was long gone, and you put the bottom away in a little ashtray you hid.

“We’re a team.” He smiled at you. That damn smile that makes you want to reach for him and kiss him until you can’t breathe.

You went back to the bullpen together. “I do miss a good cigarette after sex though.” He just said before you left the roof.

Maybe you spent the entire week overthinking this. He obviously didn’t mind what you said, but you still felt horrified by it. Why would you say something like that to him? Clearly, he knew what that feeling was like, but it still wasn’t worth mentioning. He did agree when you said you shouldn’t have said it though. Did it make him uncomfortable? He probably doesn’t want to know anything about his coworkers sex life.

Not that you had any lately.

When you finally reached a hotel, you thought it would be it. You couldn’t wait to get into your room, lay down and relax. Probably go back down later to smoke. The ride itself wasn’t bad at all. Alden was his usual self, you two talked about many stuff in the car, some were work related and some weren’t. At some point, it felt like he was trying to know you better than he already did. After all, you’ve been working together for just a year, and it’s not like you two spend a lot of alone time together.

“I’m sorry we’re booked.” The receptionist started to say, and you sighed heavily. “Lots of people decided to stop when they announced the storm coming up. All we have left is a suite.” You and Alden looked at each other.

“It’s either that or the car.” He said.

“Fine. But accounting better not give us hell for that.”

“Is this a work trip?” The lady asked, surprising both of you.

“Yeah, why?” Alden asked.

“Because that suite—only has one bed.”

“Fuck me.” You muttered a bit too loud. But Alden agreed for the room.

“We’re adults.” He said in the elevator. “We’ll build a pillow wall if it makes you feel better.”

“Sure. Adults and pillow walls really fit together.” You rolled your eyes. Alden chuckled.

“Have you ever slept in the same bed as a friend or something?”

“Yeah, of course. But it’s different.”

The elevator’s doors opened and Alden walked out first. “If it really grosses you out to share a bed with me, I’ll sleep on the floor, Y/N.”

You usually love when he says your name, but not this time. You could tell by his tone that you upset him. Hurt him, maybe? But wasn’t it better that he thought something like that than know the truth? That you didn’t want to share a bed because you were scared of what it may do to you. You followed him into the suite. It was very beautiful, spacious, and kinda—romantic. Not helping.

“That’s not what I meant, Alden.” He put his backpack down.

“I saw a little store down the street, I’m gonna go buy a few things.” He walked past you to reach for the door again. “Do you need anything?” He still asked.

“A pack of cigarettes?” You heard his quiet growl.

“I was thinking more like some food? Hygiene products? PJs?”

“Do you really think they are selling PJs in that mini store?”

“I’m hoping. Sleeping on the floor is one thing, but sleeping on the floor in my suit? I’d rather not.”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” You told him.

“Are you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah right.”

You knew he wanted to ask you why it was different with him. Why did you seem so repulsed by the idea of sharing a bed?

“I’ve got everything I need, thanks.”

Alden nodded and left.

This would be alright, yes? It was just one night. The bed was big enough for you two, you wouldn’t need a pillow wall. You just hoped his scent wouldn’t drive you crazy, that his body heat wouldn’t warm your insides.

While Alden was gone, you called McGee to give them updates - not that you had much - and listen to theirs. You exchanged a few theories about the case. And finally told him that you’ve found a hotel to spend the night. “Where’s Parker?”

“He needed a few things for a store downstairs. How are the roads in DC?”

“Not too bad yet, but we’re all heading back home before we have to sleep in the office.”

“Lucky you.”

“Be safe and stay warm.”

“Not too warm though.” You overheard Nick. The team knew about your crush on Alden. They all figured you out little by little.

“Tell him he’s a dead man.”

“She’s going to kill you.” Tim said to Nick, laughing.

“Love you too!” Nick shouted.

You were still working on your computer when Alden came back from his little trip. You immediately noticed the snow all over his dark coat, his hair was wet, and he looked absolutely frozen. “It’s getting bad.” You stood up to take a quick look through the window. Everything was covered in snow and the night was dropping. “The store owner told me that a neighborhood close by lost power. We may be next.”

“Wonderful.”

As Alden took his coat and jacket off, you went to grab a towel from the bathroom and offered it to him. “For your hair.”

“Thank you.” He dried off his hair, and sat on bed to take off his wet socks. He looked at you puzzled when you extended your hand.

“It’s just socks. They need to dry.”

You disappeared in the bathroom to put them on the tower heater, while it still worked. When you came back, Alden was sitting on the bed in his white undershirt, his belt was unbuckled. You forced yourself not to stare. “We can eat downstairs but I don’t feel like moving just yet. You can if you want to be alone.”

“Not hungry for now. You should take a shower while there’s still hot water, that’ll warm you up. I put a towel on the heater.”

You could feel his eyes on you even though you had your back turned to him. “Thank you.” And he was gone to the bathroom.

This was going to be alright.

You took a look in the bags he brought back. Was this considered sneaking? He didn’t say anything about it being private, and you could see a bag of chips on top anyways. And you found mostly snacks, a bag of your favorites. There was your favorite kind of tea, and some coffee powder. And obviously, a box of pastries. You smiled at that. If Alden doesn’t find his way to pastries, pastries will find their way to him.

Then you grabbed the hotel menu, looking at what could interest you. Unlike you told Alden, you were hungry, you just didn’t want to eat alone. And you wanted to make up to him for hurting his feelings earlier.

He came back from the bathroom, wearing some night shorts, his white t-shirt and a black zipper on top. His hair was still a little wet, and messy. You’ve never seen his beautiful hair like this and you loved it even more. Alden looked so casual, and cozy, you realized this was what it’d be like to date the man. This could be one of your daily views, if only— if only.

You were on the bed, scrolling on your phone, your legs under the blanket as it was getting a bit colder. “You should go too.” He told you, and you agreed. Walking past him as he smelled fresh from the shower turned your upside down. You hurried to the bathroom and locked up. A cold shower was more needed than a hot one. You almost gave up to your urges in the shower and touched yourself, but your embarrassment afterwards would be written all over your face, and Alden could read you very easily.

You needed to smoke.

“You were looking at the menu. Do you want to order something?”

“Do you?”

You definitely noticed how Alden looked at you from head to toes, even though there was nothing to see. You were wearing an oversized hoodie that you always have with you during winter, and your work pants. “I don’t have shorts like yours or anything similar.” You answered his silent question.

“Get under the blanket and take them off. I’m staying here for now anyway.”

You did as told, because you honestly wanted those pants off. Alden stayed seated at the little table. “So, food?”

“The grilled cheese sounds good.”

“Drink? I got you some tea for later, but you already saw that.”

It was the first time since you got the room that you and Alden actually looked at each other. You could tell he was teasing you for looking into the bags, so you smiled. “My favorite. Thank you by the way.”

You gave Alden your full order and he called the reception, who informed him about the heating system issue. The room temperature was clearly dropping. You pulled on your sleeves to cover your hands, and put the hood on. “We can get an extra blanket, or hang out around their chimney.”

“I’d rather stay here for now. And get your ass under the blanket too.”

“I’m good.”

“For the love of god, Alden! I’m not grossed out by the idea of sharing a bed with you! Or anything like that for that matter.”

“No, I know. I get it. I’m your team leader, I’m quite older than you. It’s not very comfortable, like sleeping with your weird uncle or something.”

You laughed, but Alden looked serious.

“You’re definitely not the weird uncle.”

“Yeah, tell that to my nieces and nephews.”

“I’d rather trust Eli.” You smiled and he returned it. You and the team learned about Alden’s godson only recently. You’ve met his former FBI partner, Jeremy, who talked about his son Eli, and how much he loved his godfather. You had no doubt believing that Alden was a loving godfather, who took his role very seriously. And you loved that about him. “Get under the blanket, Parker.” You said again, and this time he did. He stayed very much on his side though, a huge gap between your body and his. “Plug your phone before the power goes out.” He said, plugging his own.

As you left the bed to grab your phone charger - and computer - you forgot that you had no pants on. It didn’t even occur to you when you slightly bent over to get it from your bag. It was only when you walked back to the bed, and saw how red Alden’s cheeks were that you realized. You basically jumped under the blanket, mortified. “I’m sorry! I completely forgot—sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He cleared his throat. “No worries.”

“Let’s agree that if either of us does something that makes the other uncomfortable, we can just say it. Yeah?”

“Deal.”

How could you look him in the eyes now?

Both of you on your side of the bed, focusing on your phones, the room became totally quiet. You didn’t know what was more uncomfortable, the fact that you just saw your panties, and that you’re both so ill at ease, you can’t even talk, creating this awful atmosphere.

Finally, your order came in. You obviously decided to eat on the bed, the blanket covering you as much as possible. “I can put up something on my laptop if you want.” You offered.

“Yeah, why not.”

You gave him a few options as he settled the food.

“What’s Supernatural?”

“Seriously? Dean and Sam Winchester, chasing demons and all kinds of creatures?”

“That sounds—“

“Like what we’re watching. Sit.”

And you did just that. Eat dinner in bed, covered by a comfy blanket, watching the first episode of Supernatural… with your team leader. Your crush. The guy who’s much older than you.

You didn’t know who was the most surprised by how Alden got into it. He was asking you a bunch of questions, some that you couldn’t answer without spoiling. “Just because it’s not that bad, doesn’t mean I’ll binge the whole thing. Don’t care about the spoilers.”

“I do. So, if you want to know what killed the boys’ mom, just watch it.”

Alden was leaning against the headboard, an arm behind his head. He looked even more cozy than he did earlier. You could so easily lay down on his chest, and cuddle as you watch the show. “Maybe I should go down and get that extra blanket.” He said at the end of the episode.

“I will go. I’m gonna smoke.”

“I didn’t buy you a pack.”

“Always have a few with me. Do you think you can avoid freezing to death for ten minutes?”

“You’re the one going outside. Wouldn’t you prefer to stay warm here and talk to me?” He offered. How he managed to stop smoking. “We can watch another ep, if you want.”

“You’re hooked.” You grinned.

Alden turned on his side, leaning a little closer to you. “Well it’s always nice to know how to defend myself if I ever encounter a demon.”

“Or a vampire, or a werewolf, or a rougarou.”

“What the hell is a rougarou?” He laughed.

“Binge. The. Show.” At every word, you got closer to Alden. So close your forehead almost brushed his. A little more and you could’ve kissed the man. And it obviously took both of you by surprise.

“I’ll go get the blanket. Be back in a few.” He was gone before you could say anything.

By the time he came back, you had cleared the bed from the plates and food, made sure that there were no crumbs or anything in the sheets, put his water bottle on his nightstand, and waited. The extra blanket looked fluffy and pretty warm, and Alden couldn’t wait to get under. “It’s freezing in those damn hallways.”

You grabbed the blanket from his arms and set it just right on the bed. You took your computer, settling it between your hips and Alden’s, maybe it acted as a barrier. “You’re cold.” You could feel his coldness despite the gap.

“You think?” His vest was close up to the top, and he put his hood on just like you. Without thinking further, you reached out for one of his hands. It was frozen.

“Gimme the other one.” Puzzled, he gave you his hands. You put them in the big pocket of your sweater, and covered them with yours. His hands were much bigger than yours but you didn’t care. You moved your fingers on his skin, putting a bit of pressure to get the blood flooding properly.

“Do you have another pocket for my feet?” He asked as you felt his legs getting closer.

“I swear if you put your cold feet on my legs, I’ll scream.”

In the pocket where the four hands were, you didn’t know who was trying to warm who. They were mixed together, you could feel his fingers moving against your palm and wrist. Alden chuckled, his legs got even closer.

“Parker, I have a gun.”

“So do I. And I’m a better shooter.”

“We’re 1 to 1, so no, you are not.”

You and Alden went to the shooting range a couple of times. It started with a little teasing about your aim after a case, and it turned into a competition. Whoever wins the next round has to invite the other for dinner. His idea.

Did it mean something?

“When this case is over, we’re doing the last round. I can’t wait for my free dinner.”

“Be careful. I could take you to the worst and cheapest restaurant ever.”

“In that case—“

Before you knew it, Alden’s legs were intertwined with yours. His feet were pressed against your calves, and your body got much closer to his. You let out a small scream of surprise before trying to fight him off. But his hands had left your pocket to lock you down. To be honest, with your training, you could get out of his hold but he wanted to play, so you were going to indulge. He was holding you so tight that your hands were stuck in your pocket. You tried to sneak your way out, until you both heard a thump. “Was that my laptop?” You asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“If it’s broken, you’ll explain to accounting why I need a new one.” You lifted your head to look at him. “Shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

“Why’s that?”

“According to the rumors, you dated—“

“Come on. Don’t tell me you believe those rumors?”

“Well, they are around your age, some are single. And Kathy is very beautiful.”

You felt his hold loosen a little but honestly, you didn’t want him to let go of you. You wanted to stay there for as long as possible. He smelled so good, his body felt perfect against yours. Being this close to him felt—right.

“Mmm… that’s true, she is. Do you think I have a chance with her?”

You forced yourself to smile. “Of course you do. You’re clever, handsome, sweet, funny, passionate. And you have the best head of hair ever.”

He laughed at that. From where you were, you saw his throat bobbing. His Adam’s apple was so close, all you wanted was to kiss it. His laugh was the best sound you’ve heard, and it was even better when you were the reason he was laughing.

“I figured you loved my hair when a month after I joined the team, you accidentally touched it.”

“It was an accident, Alden! I was reaching for the file and your head was on the way!”

“Sure it was. I have such a big head.”

“Aldeeeen!” You whined and somehow your face buried itself in his neck. “I swear I didn’t—“

“I’m just teasing you.” He chuckled.

Realizing that you were basically cuddling the man, you were ready to move away and get some much needed distance. Especially that Alden’s released the last bit of pressure they had on you. But before you could move even just a little, his arms closed again. This time, he wasn’t locking you down. He was hugging you. Cuddling you.

“We should stay like this if we don’t want to freeze to death. Unless it makes you uncomfortable—“

“I’m good.” You immediately said. You didn’t want to move. Not now, not ever. “You’re lucky your feet are warm now.”

“Thanks to you.”

After a long moment and an internal debat, you moved your arms to hold him back. You felt his body relaxing entirely, and yours did the same. And you stayed like long enough that you both fell asleep.

Three hours later, you woke up. You and Alden were practically in the same position, except that he rolled a bit of his back, and one of his hands was dangerously close to your butt.

Your skin was damped. You were hot and sweating. Pulling the blankets just a little, you realized that the room wasn’t cold anymore. As slowly and quietly as possible, you moved out of Alden’s arms and left the bed. The heater was working very well, your hoodie wasn’t needed anymore so you got rid of it, as well as your socks. You were now in a tank top and panties, but couldn’t bring yourself to care. Especially not after what happened earlier.

You removed the extra blanket as gently as you could so Alden wouldn’t wake up. Then, you crawled back in bed, stared at his beautiful and peaceful face before slowly opening the zipper of his vest. You were halfway through it when his body moved and you felt his eyes on you. “The heating system got fixed. You should take it off.”

“You were doing a great job.” He sleepily said. You opened the vest entirely, and tried to remove it from one of his arms.

“A little help, Alden?”

Half asleep, he sat up and put his arms in the air like a toddler wanting to be undressed. You quietly laughed and undressed him, almost straddling his lap. It surprised you when he got rid of his t-shirt too before laying back down, taking you with him.

Alden was shirtless. You could feel him, you could touch his chest if you were bold enough. You wanted to turn on the lights and see his body, admire it, imprint in your brain forever. You were about to relax and just enjoy this moment, but it was when he let go of you and practically turned on the other side. “Oh” left your lips as it surprised you, confused you and kinda hurt you.

“Male body reaction.” You heard him say. “It’s better I stay on my side.”

It took you a couple of seconds to understand. “What if I don’t want you to stay on your side?” You whispered and moved closer. You didn’t know what had gotten into you at this moment. Maybe you were going to die of embarrassment, maybe you’d have to quit your job in the morning. Or maybe—

You were now spooning Alden. “Remember our agreement? If one of us does something that makes the other un—“

“Yeah.” He cut you off.

Slowly, you ran your hand from bare back to his chest. He started to breathe heavily. You loved the hair that was there. You touched his pecs, his tummy, making him growl, and reached the waistband of his shorts. You softly kissed his shoulder and Alden melted. His hand went up and down your forearm that was around him. “I need you to agree to this, Alden.” You whispered into his ear, “Don’t want to take advantage of sleepy you.” You planted a kiss under his ear.

“I’m very much awake, sweetheart.” His head leaned back into you. “You can do anything to me.”

When was the last time someone took care of this man?

Your hand finally got into his shorts. You had barely touched his length that he moaned. When your hand wrapped around his cock, you didn’t expect it to be this thick. You got even wetter than you already were. You collected his pre cum on the tip, and used it to start stroking. “Fuck!” He growled deeply. He completely leaned into you, his hand reaching for your hair, neck, face. He was needy and you loved it. You freed his cock from the shorts and stroked him slowly, putting just enough pressure. You kissed his cheek, nipped his ear. You were able to move your other arm under his head, which allowed him to touch his chest. Between the noises he was making, you could tell he wanted to talk, he wanted to say something but everything died on his tongue. “Kiss me.” Was all he could say as he turned his face and you did. All teeth and tongue, all needy and desperate. Alden was now on his back, his hips moving. You weren’t sure if you were giving him a handjob or if he was fucking your hand. That you cared.

“I’m gonna—“ he choked and growled.

You kissed his cheek and whispered to his ear again. “Cum for me, Alden. I’ve got you.” A few more sloppy strokes and he was coming all over his stomach, your name dying on his lips along curse words, his fist holding onto your hair for dear life - it stung a little but you loved it.

You watched him coming down from his high, playing with his hair. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he was catching his breath. The post orgasm bliss on his face. You kissed his cheek, “I’ll go get a towel.”

When you came back, Alden had turned the nightstand light on, and he looked absolutely perfect. Naked, satisfied, relaxed… the best version of Alden Parker you’ve ever seen until now.

He tried to reach for the towel but you slapped his hand away, and cleaned the sticky mess on his stomach. As soon as you were done, Alden grabbed you and pinned you on the bed, his body covering yours. “I think we can say that our platonic work relationship is ruined.” His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips.

“How terrible.” You grinned and he kissed you. You’ve been in control so far, but you knew at this moment that he was taking over.

“I’m not sure how I got you to be interested in me, but I’ll take it.” He lifted your tank top a little and went down to kiss your stomach.

“You’re the only one who didn’t know I’ve had a crush on you for months.” Your body shivered under his touch.

“I may have noticed a few things—“ he took your top off of you and admired your breasts before touching them, kissing them, playing with your nipples. “But it seemed impossible.” He kept touching your tits as he got back up to kiss you. You buried your hands in his hair, and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Why? Because you’re older?”

“For starters.” He kissed you one more time before getting on his knees. He slowly took off your panties while staring deep in your eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck about your age.” He looked at your panties, smelled them before throwing them away. You practically moaned at his actions.

“You should, babydoll.”

He settled between your legs, kissed your inner thigh, bit a little, and gently touched your pussy, looking at it so hungrily.

“Well if you don’t fuck me properly, I just might.” You teased, trying not to lose your mind over having him down there.

“As much as I want to, I’m not going to fuck you tonight, unless you got a condom hidden in your bag.”

“For fuck sakes!” You shouted.

“Sorry, doll. But I’m going to make you cum.”

And he finally dived in. He inhaled your scent deeply, before putting his month where you needed him the most. Alden knew what to do, when to do it. He ate you like a starving man. Making you moan loudly. You felt his index finger penetrating you, and another finger as his month kept playing with your clit. It didn’t take long before that amazing and familiar feeling appeared. One of your hands was in his hair, while he was holding the other with his free hand. Your legs around his neck could’ve suffocated him but you didn’t care and neither did he.

“I want to taste all of you, doll. Cum with my mouth.” He encouraged you. “I’ve got you.” He repeated your words. And you didn’t need more.

After cleaning you with the towel, Alden held you as you were catching your breath. Kissing your hair, he gently stroked your back. You both enjoyed this moment, this position, this tenderness. You didn’t know what tomorrow would be like, or even what this all meant.

Neither of you dared to ask.

#alden parker #alden parker fanfic #alden parker imagine #ncis #alden parker x reader #ncis fanfiction #ncis imagine #jessica knight #jimmy palmer #kasie hines #nick torres #tim mcgee #ncis x reader #ncis reader insert #ncis fandom

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*HSMTMTS SEASON 4 SPOILERS*

Question; Is it already appropriate to stop putting a spoiler warning on my posts? lmao

Anyway, Let’s talk about 4x05 specifically, Ricky’s line “Last summer, I was terrified, when I realized i had real feelings for gina.”

Because maybe this will put the pw/rini fans down and help them accept that rina is and was supposed to be endgame no matter what happened with liv and josh. Also, I’ve literally never seen anyone talk about this and maybe i’m just exaggerating lmao.

I think Ricky could have just as easily said something along the lines of “when i realized i had feelings/ when i realized i developed real feelings for gina” but he didn’t. Because he knew he liked Gina from the moment she kissed his cheek in that orange bug after homecoming, we’ve seen them flirt and we’ve seen him shoot a shot several episodes after that and I don’t know about you but i don’t give a spin hug to my friends. He stopped pursuing Nini as soon as gina came into the picture and that’s a fact, they didn’t bring the rickyxnini couple storyline back until after Gina moved, he didn’t actively pursue nini until Gina told him to stop calling and even then he kept texting her and we see him distracted throughout the next episode, the almost kiss didn’t happen until after Gina had replied and told him they were leaving early, only once he knew gina was completely out of the picture, did he go back to nini. He said it himself, he reverted back to his old self because he didn’t have gina in his life anymore and when gina told him she wouldn’t quit on them if she wasn’t moving away he genuinely looked upset about it as well. In episode 1 of season 2 at Ashlyn’s new years even party, that boy did a Triple Take when gina went to get a root-beer, the feelings were still there, they were just buried because he didn’t think he would see Gina again when he made his confession to Nini so he held on to what he used to know and who he used to be, because we all know that ricky bowen is not good with change. Now, in episode three of the season, the iconic valentines episode, The way he looks at her, the way his voice softens while talking to her, his line “I think you’ll get yours too.” After gina told him that every girl likes a sweet gesture, THE NEXT SCENE BEING THE CHOCOLATES, the fact that ricky got messages from nini and gina only seconds apart but he only looked onto his face once gina’s message came on, all of these things hint towards ricky’s feelings, even in 2x04 when Nini came to surprise the group in the bomb shelter, Ricky and Gina looked like they just got caught cheating even though all they did was talk and laugh. Last point, Episode five and six, He was in awe of gina when she was dancing (gina porter effect) and only went to gina for advice on nini because she had helped him the previous two times when he hadn’t even actually asked for advice in 2x04 and 2x03, The boy probably thought she was trying to get over him. In the next episode even though she had already tried to break off contact with him, he still asked to partner up with her and smiled at her when she looked at him while saying she doesn’t know what her heart desires. Even during Ashlyn’s retention of home we see ricky look at gina when he comes back in. RICHARD BOWEN HAS ALWAYS HAD FEELINGS FOR GINA PORTER, THE SEASON 3 PLOT LINE WAS NOT RANDOM OR CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. Ricky just finally realized what he could’ve had if gina didn’t move away once he lost it. RINA WAS ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN AND BE ENDGAME. THEY DIDNT COME OUT OF NOWHERE OR ONLY HAPPENED BECAUSE OLIVIA LEFT. Because, fact-check Season 2 was filmed before the drivers-license drama, they did not break them up because things between liv and josh got tense. Your ship was not supposed to be endgame.

(In tomorrows post i will rant about the people who say that rina copied rini and portwells scenes And that gina is the new nini because literally where?)

#gina porter #hsmtmts #rina #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #anti portwell #anti rini

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Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - 《Autumn Shinsengumi Sports Meet!》—— Opening Ceremony?

This translation is from 薄桜鬼遊戯録弐秋の新選組大運動会！which was originally published in the booklet that looks like the following image.

This is probably one of my favourite misc stories... because it shows how Saito is the best boi.

No, I will not be accept any arguments to that statement. hahaha. i shalt abuse my power as a translator and focus on Saito content if anyone dares to argue otherwise (maybe. not really. who knows hahaha. perhaps i really am that petty...)!

anyway, this is the first part of this silly story... enjoy!

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - 《Autumn Shinsengumi Sports Day!》—— Opening Ceremony?

Translation by KumoriYami

Autumn of book reading, autumn of appetite, and also ——the autumn of sports.

To express the joy of finally getting through the hottest season of the year, the trees in Kyoto became brightly coloured, and it formally became autumn soon after.

Looking at the members divided into two teams by red and white headbands, the chief of the Shinsengumi, Kondou Isami, made an announcement in a loud voice in a courtyard of Nishi Hongan-ji.

Kondou: "Good, everyone's here…. Then I announce that the start of the Shinsengumi Sports Meet is officially open!"

Hijikata: "Kondou-san is really something, all of a sudden he's talking about holding a sports meet… even if it's on a whim, it needs to be done in moderation."

Saito: "But Vice-Commander, I believe that this is a good opportunity to relax everyone's tense nerves after such a scorching summer."

Harada: "Furthermore, the winners get to make a wish, right? What sort of wish should I make…"

Hijikata, Saito, and Harada, who each had headbands on their heads that were as scarlet as red maple leaves, were discussing——

Heisuke: "How can you be talking as if you've already won, Sano-san! We're not going to lose to the red team!"

Souji: "By the way, Shinpat-san, have you already decided what prize you want if you win?"

Shinpachi" Of course it's going to be sake!"

Heisuke and Okita, who had pure white bandanas, like white clouds, on their heads, and also Shinpachi, responded.

Seeing how the two sides already seemed to have sparks colliding between them before the competition started, Kondou nodded with satisfaction.

Kondou "Hmhm, it seems that everyone's quite motivated, that's wonderful. Then, without further delay, let's start the first competition——"

Kazama: "——Hold a moment!"

Hijikata: "Hm?"

Kazama: "Are you saying the winner gets what they want? I heard that just now with my own ears."

Hijikata: "Do-Don't tell me this arrogant voice is…"

There was no one else who was this arrogant and spoke with such an egotistical tone, apart from a certain someone.

Hijikata and the others quickly looked around, and the sight of three people, standing with their backs to the sun, caught their eyes.

Kazama: "Hmph. With all these wild dogs gathering, I thought something was happening…"

Hijikata "Kazama and Amagiri, Shiranui... you bastards, what the hell are you doing here!"

Kazama: "What the hell are you doing here? This pack of wild dogs really aren't able to discern facial expressions to figure out the other party's intentions. Could it be that you aren't even able to see this?"

Saito: "I don't want to be told by you about not understanding someone's intentions from their body language…"

Souji: "I mean, you guys are being hindrances, so why don't get out of the way? You're being too much of a hindrance."

As Saito and Souji glared at him, Kazama paid them no attention, as if nothing had happened.

On the side, Amagiri and Shiranui sighed and took a step forward to translate Kazama's words, which had only been half-spoken.

Amagiri: "Actually that is the case. Simply put, we stopped by while scouting out nearby…"

Shiranui: "That guy Kazama was saying "Isn't this the best time to show off the gap in abilities between me and the Shinsengumi in front of my wife". What a pain."

Harada: "Hey. That's to say, you three want to participate in this sports meet?"

Heisuke: "What a joke! Why obligation do we have to compete with you guys!"

Harada scratched his head while Heisuke puffed up his cheeks.

Then Shiranui shook his head impatiently and spoke earnestly.

Shiranui: I got it, I got it. This should be fine, if we come in last, we will never approach Yukimura Chizuru again, what do you guys think?"

Kazama: "What!? Shiranui, you bastard, making such a statement without permission..."

Shiranui: "What? I mean, as long as we win, it'll be fine. Or are you saying that a certain leader of an oni clan isn't confident that they can win?"

Kazama: "Hmph, what a stupid thing to say. As if I could lose to some insignificant humans. There isn't even a one in ten thousand chance of that happening."

Amagiri: "….That's how it is. What do you all think? Everyone from the Shinsengumi. If this is how it will be, bloodshed can be avoided. I believe that this is beneficial to both sides."

Hijikata: "......A word once spoken cannot be taken back. If you lose, you won't go looking around for excuses, will you?

Kondou: "Ah, if Toshi agrees, the I won't disagree. In that case, I officially approve of your team now!"

With that, the members of the third team, the oni team joined in, and the Shinsengumi sports meet finally kicked off after a number of twists and turns before the games officially began——

---To be continued---

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note to self: it's the "Hakuoki Yuugiroku Booklet story competition" in NW. (i have over 200 things in nimble writer so it's quite easy to lose track of things if they aren't labelled correctly... 😅 )

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki yuugiroku 2 #hakuoki other translation #hijikata toshizo #okita souji #saito hajime #toudou heisuke #harada sanosuke #kazama chikage #amagiri kyuuji #shiranui kyo #kondou isami

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boba-at-323 · 7 months

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Punisher

Note: So uh... kyuzu x therapy when? I literally wrote this after crying for nearly 2 hours|| No this is not smut || Yes I cannot come up with titles <3 || Please ignore any mistakes!

The autumn leaves turned brown and wilted to nothingness because summer had already bid its farewell. The sky painted itself grey when September wrapped up its role in the year. The air blew silent as well, as if too afraid to speak.

The small stone bridge you leaned against displayed in front of itself a small clear lake, covered by the fog which came with the seasons changing. The ducks and their ducklings, which usually inhabited the lake, had probably migrated to somewhere warm too. It seemed like the universe was mimicking the emotions you felt and hoped to escape.

You could hear Phoebe Bridgers singing Punisher through your earphones but her voice had faded into the background because you weren’t really listening to the song. The earphones were just an escape from reality, an attempt to loosen the knot you felt in your chest.

The tears brimming in your eyes went unnoticed by you and were soon rolling down your face ever-so-gently. A defeated sigh escaped your lips when you figured that your “try” to sort out your thoughts all by yourself had ended up being an even more tangled mess than before.

Why couldn’t everything just be fine for once?

In the middle of your numb thoughts, you felt someone’s sudden presence beside you. A hand shot up to quickly wipe away the stains the tears had left when they made their way down your face without your consent. You felt embarrassed as you thought of the awkwardness you might have planted between you and whoever the person was beside you. However, once you lifted your head to catch a glimpse of what the poor person looked like, a rush of heavy guilt ran down your whole body.

“Hi”, the boy's voice came out silent.

“H-hi…” your voice followed even quieter. Once you paused the song which was playing, you felt that the silence which followed was loud enough to deafen anyone and the atmosphere heavy enough to crush a rock.

Renjun decided it wasn’t the best time to speak, you on the other hand felt too guilty to speak. He didn’t want to trigger you any further, and you felt stupid for letting him see you this way.

“I didn’t want to worry you…” you broke the silence with a quiet mutter, head hung and eyes never leaving the lake under the bridge, too afraid to meet his gaze.

He wasn’t looking at you though, he instead chose to look directly ahead at the same oblivion you were staring into before. Another period of silence took over.

“Are you mad at me?” you questioned unknowingly, chewing your lip as you awaited any reaction from him hoping your speculation was everything but right.

“You know I can never be mad at you, right?” He said nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just walked on you amidst a mental breakdown.

“I’m sorry…” the whisper broke off before you could say anything further.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything, my love.” Renjun’s hand reached out for yours which rested on the cold metal of the bridge’s railing, “If you want to talk, I’m listening…and if you don’t want to talk, we won’t. I’m right here with you.”

Something about how calm and reassuring his words sounded in the moment made you want to burst into tears right at the spot. Your feelings were rootless, and you hated how these random, unpleasant emotions took over the best of you even on the days when everything seemed to be going fine. The victims of your annoyed state were usually your family, who would in return snap at you, leaving you even more miserable. It seemed like this cycle of never-ending negative emotions was never going to meet its end, pushing you further into self-hatred.

But the only ray of light in all this darkness had been Renjun; an angel sent from heaven to save you from the misery you were in, or at least make it more bearable. Since the day he entered your life, he showed you the colours of the world and ever since you started dating, he proved to be the most wonderful boyfriend anyone could have ever dreamed of. His presence played a great role in your life, helping you stay sane and making you look forward to all the days you got to spend with him.

Without a thought, you threw your arms around him, burying yourself in his comforting embrace. Renjun’s hug felt like a warm beverage on a night when the grounds were covered with heavy snow. He smelt like lavenders which had just showered in the rain and now danced in the warm sunlight. He always calmed your senses, giving you hope that everything would be all right as long as he was there for you, by your side, holding you just like this.

He held you tight, secretly wishing he was helping you feel better even by the slightest of his actions. Seeing you in pain was the worst of feelings he had ever felt, oh how he would do anything just to see that beautiful smile on your face again and know that he was the reason behind it. But for now, a hug would do.

“Feel any better?” his calm voice blessed your ears again, and you nodded against his chest in reply.

“Good.” His hand tangled itself into your hair, gently combing through it.

It was a nice feeling. Your eyes fluttered close as your mind tried to focus on everything he was doing at the moment. From his touch to his voice, you wanted to capture everything just as it was, so that on days when he wasn’t there with you, these memories would help you find peace.

“Thank you…” you whispered against his chest, still not moving a single muscle.

“No need, I’m glad I could help.” Renjun smiled to himself.

September might have been a cruel month, but having Renjun by your side made even the unkindest of times the best ones.

Title : Punisher || Word count: 1k || Genre: Angst, Comfort, somewhat fluff || Pairing: bf! Renjun x implied Fem!Reader

Tagging : @armysantiny @mosviqu @jaehunnyy @riikiblr

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DannyMay Day 10: Bones [ao3]

This is a continuation of my Fantasy AU. [part 1] [part 2]

Summary: Changes felt down to Danny’s bone as he spends time in Fae Realm.

Warning: Some light body horror and blood. Also I barely edited this, tho I did give it a once over. So sorry for typos and the like.

WC: 1,997

Kulning: herding call. A domestic Scandinavian music form, often used to call livestock (cows, goats, etc.) down from high mountain pastures where they have been grazing during the day. -Wikipedia

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His realm. That was what the fae lady had said. “Welcome to your realm, my Lord.”

“Lord?” Danny was a prince. It was almost reflexive to correct when mistitled.

The fae misunderstood what he was confused about and powered on through. “Yes.You’re a Lord of Night. New leader of the Winter Wild Hunt. I’m here to help you with that transition. Poor Dear, you’re so human yet.”

“Um, yeah. Cause I am. A human. Always have been.”

“Oh, not for the last few weeks you haven't. Your heart is a Fae heart, just stuck in some human flesh. You must have noticed.” She looked sad for him.

Danny swallowed as he had noticed a few things. He blamed stress from his fight that he wasn’t sure was dreamed or not. But he hadn’t been noticing the chill in the morning. And the way food began to taste like ash. The way his skin felt too tight along his back. The-

“So, if- What happens now?”

She beamed. “First let's get you something to eat. You must be starving.”

“I'm sure your food is the best around but- Isn’t Fae food cursed for humans to eat. Like a trap?”

“Oh deary. Only for humans. You’ll be fine. I wouldn’t feed you anything that'd cause you harm. Come come.” She hurried, and Danny not knowing what else to do, followed.

“And see, the thing about humans eating food here is very misunderstood. It doesn’t trap humans, but makes all human food taste like ash. So they'll want to come back and never leave.” The fae lady stopped to turn back for a moment. “We and humans have very different senses, you see. Taste being the easiest to lean into. Our drinks can do it too. Water here is so fresh, particularly in your region because it runs from the purest of snow, chilled with the sunless sky. Why, it’ll even mess with some of the summertime fae.”

Taking things one step at time, the lady continues talking about food in the realms. She also tells him he can call her the Lunch Lady. Names are, after all, so valuable. The only ones immune to being controlled by names are the Lords and Ladies of the Night, And the Kings and Queens of Day. Something about their connection runs so deeply in the realm that they are gifted a name they aren’t even aware of. Only the Mother knows of them, and she need not speak them to use them, nor would the Mother wish for anyone to learn them. So all other names become just titles and aliases. Though Danny figures he wouldn’t be giving his name to anyone here even if the Lunch Lady says it's safe. He would need to think of a new one.

They arrived at a grand dining hall, and it shocked Danny how much it resembled a warden’s mess hall.

“Why, does it look like a prison?”

“Your predecessor committed a great crime and was in self appointed imprisonment. The realm mirrored his state, as it will shift to match yours as time passed. Why, the bars are practically all gone at this point. Being replaced with proper doors.”

She sat Danny down, and began to prepare a dish for him. “Some of those around are buzzing with excitement since it’s our understanding you were a human princeling, so soon our land shall be grand, befitting your needs.”

Danny looked at the food before him, and it was the best smelling food he’d smelt in weeks. Taking a bite didn’t disappoint. He inhaled the food, drinking from the water the glass that showed up.

“There is more where that came from. Here, try this. It’s probably your first time having it, seeing as its a fowl that can only be caught in the land of summer.”

Danny looked confused at the little avian thing that was roasted and placed before him. Trusting her, he took a wing, and bit into it. The meat was tender, not a bit of resistance, it was heaven. He took bite after bite, then bit into the bone. It almost startled him as it didn’t give much resistance like he’d thought it would. Then he noticed it wasn’t the bones that were delicate, it was his teeth had changed.

In place of the teeth he'd known for 14 years, well probaby only 3 since he'd lost the last of his baby teeth, were sharp, wolflike teeth. It wasn't just his canines, but the surrounding teeth as well. Reformed to fit a predator.

He shuddered as he bit down again. It was delicious, and felt soothing. Calming an itch he didn't know he had. And he didn't seem to bite himself, his body was already used to them. Why fight it?

Looking at the Lunch Lady, Danny figured he had many more changes ahead of him.

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Time didn't exactly pass. Not as he was used too. It was always the apex of a solar eclipse. Which he thought was odd but it was explained to him that his kingdom was that of the daytime night. The moment the moon over powers the sun and the nocturnal creature wake during the day.

It's why he was a lord of night. Why he was of the Sluagh Sidhe Court.

He was assured it was normal. Each of the rulers' kingdoms rested in a single time, when they were each at the peak of their powers.

Powers that Danny was starting to grow into. After a few sleeps it started with his appearance only. Hair going white, skin blue, ears longer. Once his eyes flooded to the pitch black of night from the corners, filled with stars, did he start to feel like a true fae.

The moment the sky reached his iris was when the magic inside burst. It was tapping into the source of his power, connecting to the phase of the moon when he heard the song.

It rang through his bones down to the merrow. Calling him in a language he'd never known, but understood he was to follow it. Nothing else mattered but the kulning song.

It led him through his lands, his connection to them keeping him from losing his way. Later even the thought of getting lost in his tundra would be absurd. But right now. Now his only focus was the song.

It led him through another's territory. He didn't feel unwelcome, but he knew next time he would need to be invited in.

He was almost there, his bones ached insisting he wasn't moving fast enough. His shoulders twitched in places that shouldn't have been able too.

Every bit of his foreign body insisted flying would be faster than the pace he was running, even if he'd never been able to run this fast or this long before in his human life. He longed to fly.

Running into a forest, through an entrance only accessible when She wished it, he was close. Then to the clearing, where he came to a stop as the call stopped.

Around him in a near perfect U where 7 other fae, and Her.

His bones, his magic, his soul yearned, screamed in silence through his blood. Mother.

She was who the other fae revered as a Goddess of the Realm. The being who will die each winter by his hands, to be reborn in the hands of the spring queen.

She was the only one on this plan that could command him, and he would gladly listen.

“My youngest Lord. Dearest Lordling.” She spoke in several, no, all the languages at once. She reached out to him. “Let me get a good look at you.” It was once her hand neared him that he realized how small he was to her. He was able to climb into her hand and she held him with ease. It was also when he noticed the other fae were actually airborne. How he wanted to join.

She smiled. “Say my name, and you shall join them, Lordling.”

Words left his mouth. A name, Her name. It wasn’t a language he’d known, but he knew what it meant.

His Mother brought him to her face, and with a gentle kiss to his forehead, pain ripped from his back. It started with bones, then muscles and tendons, skin and feathers. Silver liquid dripped down from his outfit and feathers as the pain subsided. Danny looked at his hands that got some of the runoff from his wings growing out, absently wondering before he realized it was his blood. He bled silver.

He looked back up to her. “I, ah sorry I got blood on you…” He didn’t know if it was in proper form to speak to her, but he figured, if he could talk to his mother the Queen of Amity, then he could also talk to his mother the Goddess of the Realms.

She laughed. “Worry not. I knew it would be the case. It’s part of the process. Tell me, what is it you wish to be called and address your siblings.”

Danny stood in her hand, all had left Mother’s side and flew in a line to get a better view. Danny spread his wings, but didn’t take off flying. His body told him it was too soon, much as he longed.

“I am Phantom.” The words he needed flowed easily, aware of the titles that mattered from his few lessons. “A Sluagh Sidhe Lord of Night, Master of the Winter Wild Hunt. And Heir Prince of the Human Realm’s Amity Kingdom.”

One of the fae flinched at that last title. It was enough for Phantom to notice. He looked familiar. Before Phantom could dwell on it, his Mother addressed from behind.

“For all the joy of this occasion, there is a grave matter to address. You have inherited all your predecessor’s boons, and thus, you must also bear his crimes, though not his punishment. Know that this pains me.”

The white ashes that created Phantom floated from his chest. They wove into chains, passing into her hands, then emerging green and wrapping around his legs. Pulling taught then snapping.

“These chains bind to bone. Always to be present as a reminder. None shall pass judgment and claim their words as mine. Lest they be imprisoned until one strong enough sends them to their ends. Now. Join your siblings.”

Phantom didn’t need to be told twice before spreading his wings and taking to the air.

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“And that's it for the tour. I've shown you all the places safe for humans.” Phantom grinned, the tour covered some of his favorite rooms. One being the observatory and another being a game room. Both were additions he added as his predecessor was more occupied with playing warden of the realms laws then enjoying anything.

“Dude, that was like 6 rooms and a few halls.” Tucker had been taking detailed notes in his spellbook.

“Yeah. Safe. For. Humans. Once you learn the rules I can show you more. Till then, I’m keeping it to just those rooms.” A small floating light wisped next to Phantom, jingling something, then floated off. “Well, it looks like it's human’s bedtime. I’ll walk you to the gate, then I’ve got a meeting with the Summer Lady and-.”

Sam interrupted, grabbing Phantom’s arm to stop him in his tracks. “Can we come? You have to let us come.”

“I mean.” He thought for a moment. “Sure, but it's underwater. I can spell you protections, but if anything goes wrong and you swallow some water, it can’t be undone. Fae water will be the only thing you would be able to drink after.”

“It'd be worth it. Plus you’d hook us up with the fae water, right?” At the lack of response from Phantom, Tucker looked nervous. “Right?”

With a deep sigh. “Of course I would. It's really not worth it. But okay. Let's get you both ready. I’m going to have to go over some things on the way.”

Notes:

Sooo some fun behind-the-scenes stuff. Originally The Mother was going to have a name, but then I found out the name I was going to use was basically a British Man's OC, so felt rude to use in context. So now she is just The Mother, Goddess of the Realm. Basically, take sentient ghost zone core and get the Mother.

Secondly, you see that art. >:3 I got so many plans for them all.

And last, I plan on putting all the Fantasy AU stuff in it's own fic in june, but no idea what to call it. I was sort of thinking "Tir na nog" buuut not sure. I'm open to suggestions.

#Dannymay2023 #danny phantom #dp #my art #draws #my fic

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hrefna-the-raven · 11 months

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Tome of Fate

Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Summary: This is basically an AU story about Loki, prince of Jotunheim, and the reader, princess of Asgard, meeting in the Utgardhall's library.

Loki confesses that he is plagued by feelings of loneliness.

Words: 1038

Reluctantly, you entered the room assigned to you, feeling the prickling sensation of goosebumps on your skin due to the chilly and stuffy atmosphere inside. Despite being termed as a warm summer, it felt more like the onset of spring in Asgard - barely warm enough to melt the snow, but far from comfortable. Your mind drifted to the prince as you wondered what he was doing. Suddenly, a faint sound of frozen glass cracking echoed in the room, and your gaze automatically shifted towards the large mirror next to the bed, as if on cue. Great, now it's freezing inside despite the fire, you thought but you immediately sat up as you observed the ice slowly forming words on the mirror glass.

May I come in?

A knock at the door almost startled you while you were still blinking at the words on the glass.

“Come in”, your voice cracked, unsure whether it was a good idea to respond after what just happened.

The beautifully adorned wooden door swung open with a creak and Loki stepped in. Your tongue briefly darted over your lips as the prince leaned against the door frame. He truly was a sight to behold standing there, wearing a set of black wide cloth pants and a loose black tunic with a large v-shaped collar, revealing a part of his chiselled chest. A few strains of his long raven hair dangled on one side of his face and his crimson eyes almost glowed at the dim warm light of the fire as they stared right at you. The corners of his mouth formed a gentle smile while he walked up to you, using his seidr to close the door with a wave of his hand.

“May I?”, he politely asked, holding his hand out, requesting wordlessly to sit next to you.

Your hand slowly patted the furs next to you, and he settled beside you without a word. It was strange how instantly comfortable he made you feel; it was like you had known each other forever.

"Why do I get the feeling that you probably don't need someone to teach you how to properly wield seidr?", you snickered.

He looked at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes and chuckled.

“Well my dear princess, the plan was to find something that would lessen my sword fight training sessions in the courtyard, but it seems I got way more out of it.”

Despite your initial anxiety, you couldn't deny the fact that you were starting to enjoy Loki's company more and more. He was unlike anyone you've ever met before and you couldn't help but marvel at his charm and wit, and found yourself getting lost in conversation with him as he regaled you with stories of his people and the mischief he sometimes caused. Before you both knew it, the hour had grown late and night had fallen. As you both stood up to leave, Loki placed his hand on your arm and leaned in close.

"I must say, talking with you has been lovely, my princess, it's a shame we need to part and get some sleep now."

"Would it be weird if I'd actually wanted you to stay?", you almost whispered the question, afraid to admit that a part of your soul already clung to his.

Loki seemed taken aback by your question, his smile vanished and he looked at you with a hint of sadness in his ruby eyes.

"No, my princess, it wouldn't be weird at all. In fact, I must confess that I feel the same way. I fear the all too familiar loneliness that awaits me as soon as I leave your side again. I-I haven't felt this calm and happy in a long time."

Your heart clenched as his confession lingered in the air, unsure whether to feel happy or indulge in the sorriness of his statement, imagining how excluded he must feel around here, maybe just as much as you felt back in Asgard though being amidst your own people. You turned away, moving to the other side of the bed and crawled under the many layers of furs, hoping that it would shield you from the sudden flurry of emotions and the cold.

"Then stay here, this bed is way too big for tiny me anyway," you said, trying to make light of the situation.

You closed your eyes, holding out your hand, hoping he would join you. But he stood there, frozen. "My princess, we-I-I can't, we barely know each other," he finally managed to say, the fear in his voice evident.

You lifted your head, blinking at him in disbelief before you almost snorted with laughter.

"I'm not asking you to bed me, I'm asking you to just lie next to me and hold my hand so that for once none of us would need to feel alone, my prince."

You couldn't help but feel touched by his words, by the vulnerability in his eyes, by the way he seemed to be genuinely hesitating to lie in the same bed. Without thinking twice, you waved a hand and an emerald mist formed behind Loki before giving him a soft push, making him tumble on the bed. For a while, the two of you just lay there in silence, letting the warmth of the crackling fire soothe your souls. You could feel Loki's body trembling as he breathed heavily and you knew that he was still scared, still unsure of what he was doing here, laying next to Asgard's princess whom he barely knew. But you also knew that he needed this, that he needed someone to be kind to him, to show him that he was not as alone as he thought he was because, by the Norns, you definitely would need this. Your hand moved to his and his fingers instantly intertwined with yours. It was a moment that spoke volumes, tender yet impactful, etched in your memory forever. A true bond of friendship started to form between you both, offering solace and refuge. As you held hands, it didn't take long before you both drifted off to sleep, finding peace in each other's company.

Chapter 4

#loki marvel #loki #jotun loki #jotun form #loki x reader #loki x female reader #jotun loki x reader #jotun loki x female reader #jotunheim #odin #laufey #fluff #seidr #a promise #blooming friendship #holding hands

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harrytheehottie · 2 years

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HANDS ON YOU 3

hiii! this is my first piece of writing in like almost a year. this is a story that’s always playing on my mind so here is it’s third installment. you can catch up on part 1 and part 2 🌟 please let me know what you think and enjoy !!! 🌟

Harry always kept in touch.

The last time you saw him was when he was in the city before lockdown. He invited you to his apartment for a catch-up which quickly turned into something more. You always told yourself that you would never do it again but as soon as you saw his name on your phone, the butterflies in your stomach would appear. The relationship wasn’t feasible, he comes into the city for a week, you spend that week pretending like there will be a possibility of more and before you know it, he’s on his way back to London. You would hear from him on birthdays, holidays and anytime either of you got a bit too drunk. It was a nice situation for the both of you, your busy schedules didn’t give you time to want anything more.

The time in isolation did a number on you as you spent it alone in your 1 bedroom New York City apartment. Harry checked in on you a few days after the city went into a lockdown, he just left yours a few days prior headed to LA for meetings before he was set to start his tour in Europe. You were in a daze.

“How are you?” He says over the phone, opting for a phone call instead of a FaceTime.

“As good as I’m going to get, it’s been a rough few days in the city but I'm trying to manage.” You say pacing back and forth through your apartment trying to get some sort of movement. “How are you, are you going to head back home?”

There was a silence on his end, you move your phone away from your ear to see if you’re still connected and as soon as you place it back, Harry begins talking at a rapid speed.

“I was thinking maybe you could come here? There’s a ton of space, I have an extra room you can make your workspace, we have a huge yard, you won’t be stuck in your tiny apartment alone? Not that your apartment is tiny, it’s beautiful, one of the best I’ve ever stepped foot in…”

“Harry?” You say interrupting his monologue, you immediately knew why he opted for a phone call over a FaceTime, he was nervous.

“Sorry, I knew it would be weird to ask, I should’ve never brought it up.”

“I’d love to,” you interrupt him again.

It’s probably not the best decision - you’ve only been around Harry a handful of times since you met last summer. Being isolated in a house for days and weeks on end would be a true fear of any relationship we had. But a house in Southern California sounded better than the last few days going stir crazy in your 800 square foot apartment.

You’d deal with the consequences later.

You spent another half hour talking over logistics. Harry was adamant on paying for your flight and as soon as he brought it up, you opened your laptop and booked it yourself.

“You’re already inviting me into your home, I can buy my own ticket. I’ll be getting it on Friday afternoon, if you can text me the address, I’ll uber over?” You were pacing around your apartment, trying not to think too much about what the one-way ticket to Los Angeles meant.

“There will be no ubering,” Harry interruptes, “I’ll arrange your pick-up, very excited to see you.”

“We’ll see how long that excitement lasts.”

The next few days were spent trying to sort your life out, you were packing everything out, eating the remainder of items in your fridge and cleaning out your pantries of any potential expired foods. You tried not to think too hard about how long you were going to be away for and what that meant for your future. Anything beats the feeling of being alone and if that meant being in the company of your friend who was definitely more than a friend but you were never going to put a label on it friend and his friends then so be it.

The house that Harry was staying in was far beyond your little apartment in the city. He had more than a few bedrooms to spare, a large bright kitchen that opened up into the living room, a pool in the backyard with enough room to fit a mini putting green.

Harry met you in the living room after putting your bags upstairs for you. You were looking around at all the little things that were just so very Harry - the picture of his mom and sister that was framed on the bookcase, the stack of vinyls near the record player, his shoes scattered around the couch.

“Anything catches your eye?” Harry whispered in your ear causing you to jump a little,

“You scared me!” You playfully hit him on the shoulder causing him to laugh, that same laugh that got your attention in that dingy dive bar in the city, “I was just looking around, I didn’t realize you had a house here so I was expecting it to be sort of empty.”

“I didn’t for a while, then thought it would be kind of nice to have a home to come to rather than a hotel room whenever I’m here for work and it didn’t hurt to try and make it similar to the one back in London as much as I could.” Harry explained.

You didn’t poke any further. You spent time catching up in the living room, Harry telling you about the new music he had been discovering, you told him about your failed attempt at making sourdough, which he promised he “still had it in him from the bakery days and could teach me.”

It surprised you how at ease you were with him, this sense of calm. Your relationship was always in and out, it never had time to develop as anything more than just a hook-up that hasn’t met its expiration date, yet.

“Is that why you always stayed in my apartment in New York?”

“What?” Harry was cleaning up from dinner as you sat on the kitchen island watching him. You were winding down for the night, you were in your set of pajamas, enjoying the view of Harry in his gray sweat shorts that were riding lower than he’d probably like to admit with nothing on top.

“Earlier, you said you bought this house because it was nicer than staying at a hotel, is that why you always stayed at my apartment? You had somehow to keep you company?”

Harry turned off the faucet and turned around to look at you, his eyes meeting yours, “Is that what you think?”

“I’m asking a question,” your stomach flipped, nervous for where this conversation was headed. “I’m not going to be upset, it just makes sense, we’re friends, you have someone to talk to that you don’t associate with work.” You answer him, knowing Harry would have waited for you to answer him before he continued - it was frustratingly annoying how he always seemed to get his way, those damn gray sweat shorts.

Harry moved from his spot by the sink, rounding the corner of the kitchen island before standing in front of you.

“No, that’s not why I always come to your apartment in New York,” he moved to grab your hands that were fiddling with your pants and intertwine them with his.

He was different, this was different.

“I come to you because I like you. I want to wake up with you and listen to you talk about what’s going on at work and the things that drive you crazy. I invited you here because I couldn’t stand the thought of you being in the same country as me but not together.”

You let go of his hands and before Harry could utter his next sentence you moved your hands to the back of his head and pulled his mouth to yours. Your mouths immediately finding the rhythm that they were accustomed to, the familiarity of his lips on yours as his hands maneuvered your chair to spread your legs apart and give him more access. You felt a shift in the air - you and Harry had done this a few times before but this was different, this was answering your questions, any doubt either of you had about the future was slowly leaving you

“I see why you walk around naked all the time,” you teased between kisses as you moved your hands around his torso before going for the waist of his sweats.

“Are you complaining? I can go back upstairs and change,” he smirked before moving to begin taking off your top, his hands immediately moving to cup your breasts, thumbs circling around your nipples as your lips continued to move to the same motion. The sounds of your joint moans filling up the room, your bodies were craving one another and you were going to lose it if you didn’t get any closer,

“Need more,” and before you could finish your sentence, Harry quickly sprung into action moving you off the chair and onto the kitchen island. He wasted no time and began moving to where you wanted him most,

“Fuck,” Harry whispered under his breath, as he just took your naked body as he kissed your inner thighs before moving his mouth to your center. Your heart skipped a beat as he moved his lips to suck and lick as you moved your hips to follow him towards your orgasm. Harry’s eyes never left yours as you watched him slip his index finger inside you, a second following as he sucked on your clit, curling them until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh my, fuck.” you were breathless as he moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

You were a goner.

You watched Harry take off his sweat shorts and weren’t surprised to see he wasn’t wearing any briefs underneath, “presumptuous?”

“Prepared,” he responded as he jerked himself towards you, meeting him at the edge of the island, your legs waiting for him. You reached down to guide him, the familiar stretch that you always welcomed, Harry slowly easing into you inch by inch. You could feel his heart racing against yours as you clung onto his body, “you feel so fucking good,” he whimpered thorugh his moans.

You moved your hands into his hair, combing and pulling as Harry began slowly moving inside you, sending waves of pleasure through you as Harry buried his face in your shoulder, his whimpers and moans filling your ears with pleasure.

“I’m close,’ Harry whispered as he moved his hips faster his mouth meeting yours, his thrusts become more rapid in succession, you could feel him heading towards his climax, you moved your hands in his hair again and with a slight tug and a quiet, “please” in his ear, he was done for.

Your bodies stayed intertwined as you both caught your breaths.

After a few minutes, Harry moved to let you off the island and handed you the pajamas that now laid on the kitchen floor before moving to find his sweats.

“I don’t want to be too presumptuous but,” Harry paused before leaning down to kiss you on the lips once more, “does this mean I can move your stuff into my bedroom?”

“Hmmm…” you thought, looking at him pretending to have to think about your answer, “you can move my things into your bedroom.”

#harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #hands on you #pls let me know what you think and be nice <333

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Uprising: Black Scrapbook Hub

Summary

Bits and pieces from my BioShock epfic of Jack Wynand, Johnny Topside, Eleanor Lamb, Dr. Sofia Lamb, and many other brutal motherfuckers. Lots of first draft nonsense. Some of it won't ever be used. Listed in chronological order.

Rating

R Content warnings: Extreme violence, swearing, -isms and -phobias, sexual violence

Notes

Consider this work as Creative Commons 4.0 BY-NC-SA. Feel free to translate, podfic, fanbind, MST, or otherwise reinterpret this work as long as you give me credit, link to the original, and do not profit off of the venture.

I’m fine with criticism—most especially when you catch factual mistakes. It’s very big and very old and I ain’t affordin’ no editors anytime soon, so I see that kind of thing as a huge favor.

And thank you for reading. You don’t have to be here. I appreciate you and all your time.

Uprising Chapters

PART II: UPRISING

The story of Rapture, from founding to failure.

What Things We Have Done Frank Fontaine was really hoping ADAM production could be amped up by milking cows for it. Instead, he gets... this.

PART III: ONLY MAN

The tragedy of Johnny Topside. Prequel to BioShock 2.

Gimmicks Johnny Topside's Rapture debut goes off without a hitch. OR DOES IT

Hobnobbers Johnny Topside ain't scott-free after all. Features Frank Fontaine, Augustus Sinclair, and an original character talking shit.

Protection Dr. Lamb opens a business in Pauper's Drop.

Burning Dr. Lamb beholds the face of god.

Metamorphosis Dr. Lamb writes her first best-selling book.

From on High Dr. Lamb begins to sink her claws into Pauper's Drop.

Bailout Augustus Sinclair and Andrew Ryan address the elephant in the room... albeit obliquely. (Topclair.)

A Game Augustus Sinclair wants Johnny Topside to put out, and he won't take no for an answer.

Someone Else's Dream Subject Delta hates the theater. Too bad he's the star attraction.

The King Is Dead (Long Live the King) Sinclair bets on the wrong horse.

Sleeper Subject Delta can't protect his Little Sister forever.

PART IV: CITY OF WORMS

Jack Wynand and the story of BioShock 1.

Take the Head Jack Wynand lives an ordinary life. I'm sure it will be boring forever and nothing will ever go wrong at any point

PART VI: THOSE WITHOUT FACES

Subject Delta and the story of BioShock 2.

What Is Mine, What Is Left Subject Delta comes back from the dead and doesn't much like it. Warning: extreme violence.

A New Thing Mark Meltzer finally gets to meet Augustus Sinclair. Eleanor Lamb has a few things to say. Delta probably wishes she'd choose a different way to say them.

PART VIIII: LONG BROWN EVENING

BioShock 2 sequel. Everybody lives, nobody dies... but problems are eternal.

Who We Were We're all monsters here.

Brother Jack The return of Jack.

Slow Drive Delta walks to Sinclair's house and freaks out some dogs. (Topclair.)

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Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

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and they were roommates || e.m

pairing: college!eddie munson x virgin!female!reader

summary: after a dorm pairing mix-up, y/n is stuck with eddie munson, her crush since highschool. eddie overhears y/n talk about how she’s a virgin on the phone with her best friend and offers to take her virginity.

warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, raw doggin’ ( 😭 please practice safe sex everyone‼️) , overstim, squirting, insecurity, and probably more that i forgot!

a/n: hello. okay so first lets pretend gareth graduated in the class of ‘86! yes! and i also have no clue what an RA is or does so yeah! dont come for me pls.

THIS IS PART 1

part 2

-i’ve tried to proofread this, but i’ve read it too many times to catch any lingering mistakes. i did change the tense after finishing this so it’s likely it might switch around here and there.

reblogging is totally fine but pls dont steal my work!! (if its even steal worthy😭)

it was the summer before your first year at college. you decided to stay closer to your parents and Hawkins, despite what had happened over the past couple years. today was the day your mother was helping you move into your dorm that you were sharing with your best friend taylor. you thought that you guys had done a pretty good job, and turned around to admire your work. unexpectedly, the door opened startling you, and causing you to jump a little.

“eddie?!” you exclaim. “what in the world are you doing here?” god. you didn’t even know he graduated.

“what,” he replies nonchalantly, “can I not come into my own dorm?” he looks around glancing at all the band posters you had hung up, secretly admiring them.

“um.. I think you’ve gotten it mistaken munson,” you say with a chuckle. “this is my dorm that im sharing with my friend taylor,” you say, wanting him to leave as soon as possible.

“oh, thats weird then,” eddie responds, “ the RA told me this was matter of a fact my dorm that i’m sharing with my friend gareth, y/n.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wouldn’t mind sharing a dorm with eddie, except you had a massive crush on him since freshman year and you were still planning on rooming with your best friend anyways. you needed to figure out what was going on.

“y/n?” you could hear from the other end of your phone. eddie glanced over at you with a quizzical look as he was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room fidgeting with a loose thread in his jeans.

“hi tay! so um a bit of a problem on my end. i know you’re not coming to move in until tomorrow but munson just came in saying this is his dorm with his friend gareth. do you know what’s going on?” you said into the phone.

“oh shit,” you heard taylor say. “y/n, is eddie still with you?” she questioned, to which you responded with “yes.”

“put me on speaker please,” taylor said. exasperated, you sigh and click speaker, still confused about whag was happening. “ok munson, gareth was supposed to tell you this, and i’m sorry y/n i have no clue how i forgot….” taylor says with an anxious tone. “so um me and gareth are actually going to share a dorm because we’ve been dating for over two years now, and the RA already approved the switch. we didn’t know that it would mean you two would become roomates. i’m so sorry y/n,” taylor says nervously waiting for your response since she knew you had a massive crush on eddie. you look up at a shocked eddie with a gaping mouth. a couple seconds pass.

“WHAT?!” you exclaim into the phone, pacing back and forth. what would this mean? you’re stuck with the man you have had a crush on for more than four years? and sleep in the same room as him? what if he brings a girl over?

“ughh” you groan, “its okay tay. we can talk about this later, for now just let me help munson move in I guess…” eddie looked at you even more shocked. no way was y/n actually letting me move in, he thought to himself.

“ok munson. it’s official i guess. move in whenever you want, but you must keep your stuff on your side of the room,” you said while sighing. “god im going to regret this.

“okay princess , but trust me i’ll make sure you don’t.” he says with a wink and left to gather his stuff, leaving a flushed you in the room to think about what had just happened in the last 30 minutes. did you really just agree to let eddie be your roommate? you groaned. what did you just get yourself into?

it had been 3 months since eddie moved in, and well things had been going rather smoothly.

“y/n” eddie says one day after an especially long day of classes that had you both slumped in your respective beds.

“what?” you groan.

“how come you never bring any guys around?” eddie questions, his face still pressed into his pillow making his words come out muffled.

“what did you say?” you questioned, not sure if you had heard what he said right.

“how come you never bring any guys over? to you know, hookup or something?” eddie said, this time his head was lifted from the pillow and now facing you.

you suddenly felt like the room was getting a little hot and your face flushed a very bright red.

“um well you know, I’m just focused on my studies,” You said, turning away from him in embarrassment. “what about you? i thought i’d be kicked out more often so you could do your thing with girls,” you said with an strained laugh to cover up your grimace. eddie chuckled.

“nah don’t worry about that. i always go to the girl’s dorm. it’s easier either way,” he said shrugging. suddenly you felt insecure. why would eddie want to be with you? he was more experienced and you were still a virgin. no way he would want to be with someone so inexperienced. obviously you had masturbated before, and had used sex toys, but you had just never had sex with another person. at the same time, although it felt messed up, you felt yourself getting wet thinking about eddie having sex.

“something on your mind y/n?” eddie asked.

“no.” you responded and he thankfully dropped it. you quickly passed out from your fatigue, and it seemed eddie did too. it’s not long until you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You groaned and picked it up to see who was calling you at this ungodly hour. the caller id read “tay💓”. you turned your lamp on and picked up, but not before you turned your volume to the lowest to not wake up eddie. she immediately started gushing to you about how she and gareth hooked up in the car. you laughed to yourself about her enthusiasm.

“guess what y/n!” taylor whisper-screamed.

“what?”

“me and gareth… we finally had sex for the first time!! i know it seems a bit late but gareth wanted to wait and i respect his wishes. it was so amazing and he was so gentle and sweet!” taylor said sounding happy. you couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure that all your friends had their fair shares of boyfriends and sexual encounters except for you.

“thats so great..” you replied more quiet now, not that taylor seemed to notice.

“but y/n, i need your help. what should I do? i want to tell gareth how much it meant to me that he decided to trust me and have sex with me, but i’m not sure how to express that.” she whispered, presumably not to awake gareth in her dorm.

you playfully rolled your eyes from your end of the phone. “taylor! you know i’ve never had sex before! god. i’ve never even had a boyfriend,” you said, realizing how pathetic that sounded.

“right...” taylor said and you grimaced. “i’m so sorry y/n, i honestly forgot!“

“no no no! its ok! anyways got to go tay. good luck!” you say while hanging up.

you sigh and fall back onto your mattress.

“you’ve never had sex before?” eddie questioned.

your eyes go wide. no. he couldn’t have. did he hear your entire conversation? you felt so embarrassed.

“no, I haven’t” you said sheepishly.

“jesus christ y/n, you’re missing out so much” eddie said, both of you staring at the ceiling from your beds.

“well maybe one day,” you responded to eddie with a sigh.

“i could show you.” eddie replied quietly, turning to look at you, as your eyes were as wide as saucers. you really did like eddie. you thought he was hot, funny, nice, and interesting to talk to. but you thought he wouldn’t want to do that with someone as inexperienced as you.

“are you sure? i mean i’m super inexperienced, i’ve only kissed guys before…” you said, instantly regretting how much you’d already shared. you didn’t want to finally ruin your chance with eddie.

“jesus y/n, that just makes you even hotter,” he said with a smirk as you walk over to his bed. “but are you sure you want to lose your virginity to me? i mean i know that it means a lot to other people, but I’m not sure about you, and we can do whate-“

“oh god Eddie just shut up and kiss me,” You said, breathily cutting him off whilst getting on his bed and straddling him. you suddenly felt really horny, and you felt a wet spot growing on your panties. you started to kiss him gently, which progressed into a more rough make out . when your lips finally disconnected, you got a good look at him. the light from your lamp shined onto him, and he looked incredibly hot under you in his plaid pajama pants and a thin white t-shirt that said Hellfire Club on it. his hair was ruffled up a little, and his lips were swollen from missing you. you could also feel his erection under you. you start to grind your hips onto his, both of you guys letting out moans and whimpers.

“are you sure you’ve never done this before?” eddie joked, moaning immediately after as his eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure. eddie’s grip on your hip tightened as his hips bucked up. you chuckled but didn’t respond as the pleasure was starting to build up. you could feel your impending orgasm, so you got off of eddie to strip. eddie got the message and started to take off his clothes too, leaving you both naked. eddie brought his hand down to your thighs and starts trailing them up to your pussy.

“eddie. stop teasing-“ you whine out, but eddie caught you off guard and suddenly thrusted two of his fingers into your cunt. you moaned at the sudden contact as eddie’s fingers thrusted in and out of you.

“so wet, and all for me?” eddie said with a grin. you moan in response as you were too divulged in pleasure to form words. he slowly added another digit and soon had you shaking on top of him. the only sound in the room was your moans and the lewd sound of eddie’s fingers thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. and eddie’s occasional praises of course.

“you’re doing so good princess,” eddie groaned, admiring the mess of you that he had created. his other hand that was on your hip moved down to your clit and started rubbing it in circles. that was all you needed to push you off the edge. you started shaking and writhing while moaning profanities as your juices dripped from eddie’s fingers to his lower abdomen.

“fuck eddie,” you said trying to catch your breath, “that felt so good.”

“yeah princess? well we aren’t done,” he responded while smirking at you.

eddie quickly flipped you over so now he was on top and hovering over you. he peppered your face with kisses as you giggled. you felt the tip of his cock teasing your folds.

“c’mon eddie stop being such a tease,” You groaned.

“alright y/n,, but before we do this, I need to know that you’re totally okay with this.”

“please eddie, just do it,” you whined out, and that was all he needed before entering you.

he started off gentle, as his cock entered your pussy. even though he had already stretched you out, it still burned. you winced and eddie noticed, but you signaled that you were okay. he stayed inside you, not moving until you said you were okay with him moving. he started to thrust in and out gently, and the pain started to subside into pleasure.

“oh my god eddie this feels so good,” you moaned out.

“oh baby you feel so tight,” eddie moaned out. he thrusted in and out of you at a quicker pace letting out low groans and moans. the squelching sounds of your wet pussy as eddie penetrated you unmercifully turned you on even more. he quickly took your tit in his hand and started sucking on your nipple. he left hickeys around it, making sure to mark you as his, you let out a pornographic moan as you felt another orgasm forming. eddie took your moan as a sign of encouragement, and kept going. his moans vibrated against your sensitive nipple, leaving you in a hazy state of pleasure and ecstasy.

“oh eddie!” you moaned out when he moved his hand down to your clit.

“im gonna come sweetheart,” eddie whispered as he let out an erotic whimper.

“m-me too,” you stuttered out.

eddie started to quicken his pace, leaving you in a moaning and writhing mess under him. your reached your high fairly quickly and you came all over eddie’s cock as you squirted on his hips, legs and the bed. that was surely going to leave stains for him to clean up later. eddie came inside of you soon after as his hips stuttered and bucked up into your over sensitive cunt. you whimpered as you were shaking under eddie from all the stimulation.

“that was so amazing,” eddie said with a raspy voice as you were both coming down from your highs. before you could respond, eddie moved down and connected his lips with your pussy. he licked a stripe up to your clit as you tangled your shaky hands into his hair, as you were still sensitive from your last orgasm. eddie lapped up all your juices and his cum from your dripping and pulsing cunt.

“you taste so good darling,” eddie said while coming back up to kiss you. he smirked as he knew you could taste your own cum on his lips.

“t-thank you eds,” you said breathily.

“no problem y/n,” he responded with a cheeky smile. “so… do you still regret letting me move in?”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #joseph quinn #eddie munson is so hot #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #gareth #hawkins #hawkins high #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4

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fireflykaizoku · 1 year

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Law x Reader | When You Remember Me | Chapter 4

[1] - [2] - [3] i had about 4 or 5 chapters written already, but with works and college, the updates will probably be slower until early december when i finally have my summer breaks!

The first night was awkward, you had to admit it. Both of you knew that you wouldn’t want to sleep next to someone you just met… Well, kind of. So Law slept on the couch while you kept the bed. You didn’t even have to ask him to, he just grabbed his pillow and blankets and placed them over the couch.

Apparently, you found yourself a respectful man, at least. And you just started thinking how different he was from your ex. Law seemed so calm and patient while your ex was a bit of a hot headed guy.

After dinner, your favorite dish from your favorite restaurant (according to Law), you went to bed. It was obviously way more comfortable than the hospital bed, but you couldn’t sleep well. It was too much to absorb, it felt like you had a whole new life.

So after tossing and turning for what seemed like an eternity, you went to the kitchen to get some water, only to find your boyfriend/roommate. It was an awkward night for him as well.

— I’m sorry I’m making you go through all this. — you started. — I guess it isn't easy for you either.

— It’s being harder for you than it is for me. — he shrugged, getting a cup of coffee. You thought it was a bit late for caffeine, but maybe it was his habit. — You’re the one who lost your memories and suddenly is living a life that you had no idea you had.

You nodded, looking down and starting to get lost in your thoughts. His surprisingly warm hand touched your shoulder, making you jump and look at him. His thumb caressed you softly.

— As I said, don’t worry and focus on recovering.

— Yes, of course. — you replied, taking a sip of your water. — Hey… If you’re not going to sleep so soon, can we… See what else is inside that box you brought to the hospital? — you smiled softly.

Law tried to hide a smile, but he was very glad to have this moment with you. Seeing that you wanted to bond with him instead of distancing yourself made his heart feel a bit more at ease. You followed the doctor back to the once shared bedroom and sat on the bed, waiting for him to get the little box.

You even lost track of time that night, looking at every picture, carefully listening to every story and forcing yourself to remember anything. Law even forgot to sleep, talking about the friends you two had, about the playlists you made and the story about how you got Bepo.

— Hey, Law… — you whispered as you looked at a picture of you two together, getting the man’s attention. — How did we meet?

Trafalgar rested his back against the headboard.

He wasn’t the best at telling stories, but right now, he wished he could describe the moment the best way he could, just so you could try to feel the same sensation you felt when you first met him. Oh well, how could he start?

Your love story started a year after you graduated college. Now that you dedicated enough time to your education and started to do well on your career, it felt like now you were able to recover from a bad breakup with your ex. Recently, you often thought it was a good moment to find someone nice, who wanted to grow with you.

It felt like destiny when your friend, Robin, had the perfect match for you. She had a few college classes with Law in the past, and also had some mutual friends with him. Maybe it was because the tattooed doctor had this serious, lonely and mysterious personality, so he was single for quite some time now.

The girl somehow knew that you two would get along very well. Call it intuition.

So that’s how, a couple of weeks later during a gathering at her place, you spotted Law, sitting in the corner trying to get away from Luffy’s shenanigans.

— Hey, you. — you smiled, sitting next to him, ignoring the fact that maybe he wanted to be alone. — Why are you here alone instead of being with the others?

He shrugged.

— They’re too loud. — that’s all he said, not really keeping the conversation.

However, you didn’t give up easily and kept talking to the man until finally finding a subject that you both liked.

That’s when you two simply… Clicked, and started talking until your friends interrupted the moment.

You giggled, imagining the scene in your head.

— I can see this happening. — you said. — They really can be too loud. So, we kept talking after that?

— Uhum. — Law hummed. — You asked for my number before we all went home. And ever since then, we never stopped talking.

Neither of you said anything, and all you could hear was the sound of your hands flipping the pictures and Bepo’s snoring.

— Hey… — Law broke the silence, awkwardly finding the right words to ask what he wanted to ask ever since you woke up. — Do you… Do you remember your ex, then?

You raised an eyebrow.

— Ah, Kid? — you asked, making him nod. — The last thing I remember is him wanting to talk to me, wanting to get back together. But… I’m glad that I apparently got over him and found a good person, right? — you smiled.

Your answer reassured Law. It’s not that he doubted your feelings for him, but things were different now. He was afraid that since you lost your memories, you’d only remember your ex and the good memories with him.

— Are you… Afraid that I have feelings for him? — you whispered. Law’s silence was the answer. — Don’t worry, Law. I may have lost my memory, and I know that… I don’t remember our relationship, but you don’t have to worry about Kid. I don’t have to recover my memories to know that I don’t have feelings for him anymore.

Law nodded, feeling a bit silly to start such a subject.

His thoughts were interrupted by his alarm, telling him that it was time to “wake up” and get ready for work.

— Are you sure you’ll be okay while I’m gone? — he asked, making his way to the door.

— Yes. — you smiled. — Thank you for unlocking my phone, by the way. And if I need anything, I’ll call you or Robin, don’t worry. But honestly, I think I’ll sleep most of the day.

The doctor nodded, almost making his way to give you a kiss, but he figured it’d still be a bit awkward for both of you. Instead, he placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

You had no memories of Law, but by the butterflies you felt on your stomach when his lips touched your skin, it’s like your mind knew that Law was the love of your life.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece scenario #law x reader

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The Maiden Marauder

++Eddie Munson x F!Reader++

(Eddie comes in to set up for Hellfire, but a girl he really, really likes is setting up for her own club in the same room. Of course they get into an "argument")

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ language. Angst(but not really) Pining. Lots of Fluff. Set up for possible part 2.

🖤xoxo

Eddie rushes into the school. Hellfire was canceled and moved a day because Dustin fell off his bike and broke his wrist (which Eddie was super concerned about btw, almost having a heart attack when Ms. Henderson called) So now Eddie has to scramble and quickly set up with way less time than he is used to. He's humming the tune of his favorite Iron Maiden song when he shoves open the theater room door. To his shock, the room was already occupied, By you.

He tried to be annoyed, but as soon as he saw you, his heart leapt. Eddie Munson has had a crush on you since last year, after seeing you at a few of his bands shows over the summer. He'd always tell himself he would go up and talk to you after his set, but without fail he would chicken out and hide by the bar until you left. It seems like the universe had forced him into the perfect opportunity to talk to you.

You didn't notice when the door swung open, and you remained oblivious as Eddie scooted quietly into the room. He stood mesmerized as he watched you move around the table. He watched your small hands place large goblets around the table, and watched your hair cover your face as you took little items from your bag and set them carefully on the tabletop. He probably stared for too long before clearing his throat, startling you. When you turned around all the color had gone from your face, and Eddie felt a pang as he saw the initial fear in your face when you spun around.

"Um hey," Eddie says guiltily. "Im sorry sweetheart, I wasn't trying to scare you" he adds. "What are you doing here Eddie? Your day was yesterday" you gasp, putting your hand on your chest as your heart raced. "Yeah...." Eddie starts, rubbing the back of his neck. Hearing you say his name made his body nearly melt into the floor.

"Henderson flipped over his handlebar and broke his wrist, so we had to move it to tonight" He says as he steps towards the table that you had just finished setting up, noticing some familiar items. "Thats too bad for you Munson, we get the room tonight, you know this." You state, tilting your head as you watch him eye the table.

You can't help but smile as he is slowly coming to the realization of what he's seeing. Watching the grin set across his face before he asks, "Wait...... what is your little club anyway?" The table is littered with blank figures and materials to paint them. Characters he immediately recognizes, because he has several of his own in his bag.

DnD figures.....

"Earth to Munson" You half chuckle, seeing his awed expression. "You still can't use the room tonight, hello?" Eddie hears your voice in a muffle as he comes back to reality. "Wait wait wait" he says nervously "are you.....are you painting these tonight?" He asks, still processing whats happening.

"Uh, yes Eddie, the party is painting their new characters for the latest campaign....." you laugh, realizing he is in shock. You stare at him, waiting for him to speak again. "You.... you play... you.... have, you...." He stutters, becoming flustered. He takes a deep breath "You play DnD?" He finally manages, face turning bright red.

You smile sweetly, watching the big bad Eddie Munson melt into a puddle before you. Although aware of Eddies crush on you, he had never approached you, so you didn't think it was anything serious. You weren't aware of the fact that in this moment, you were stealing the heart right out of his chest, and he was willing to just let you have it.

You step forward and put your hand on his arm, testing the waters. "Eddie" you start as you lean up to his face, "you look really, really cute all flustered" you whisper into his ear "but Hellfire still can't have the room tonight" You finish, kissing his cheek. He grabs your waist before you can pull away. "I may have a compromise" he says grinning. "Hellfire will find another spot for tonight...if, you let me drive you home later" doe eyes looking down at you as he cups your cheek in his hand.

"What makes you think I need a ride home Munson?" You tease, pulling at his collar. "The parking lot is empty, besides my van" he points out, shaking his head as he smiles. "I'll do you one better Eddie" you coo, "we can share the theater room, we are just painting tonight after all, but you have to let me sit next to you, deal?" You ask, watching the delight on his face as you speak.

"Oh I definitely think we can make that work sweetheart" he beams, pulling you closer to him, resting his chin on the top of your head. In a matter of 10 minutes he had spoken to you for the first time, and is now hugging your waist as you twiddle your finger into his curls. He can't believe his absolute stupid luck right now, holding the girl he's only dreamed about. Inhaling deeply, he gets a big whiff of your coconut shampoo and daisy perfume and his knees buckle.

"What the fuck? What do you mean we have to share the room?" Dustin exclaims, not happy with your and Eddies agreed arrangement. "No one ever sits in on Hellfire" Mike adds, crossing his arms as he glare towards you. "Watch it, both of you" Eddie commands, slapping both of the boys on the chest. "We are technically the intruders here, and the lovely Maiden and her friends were nice enough to agree to let us share the space." When he finished speaking, he looked at the boys as to say "don't you dare complain" before taking his seat at the head of the table.

To the boys surprise your party consisted of all girls. The rest of your group sat spread between the members of hellfire, making side conversations as you painted your figures, giving tips, and giving Eddies campaign lots of praise as the night went on. Dustin and Mike were still not stoked on the idea of a "competing party" as Mike so nicely put it, being able to see how they played, but everyone else was connecting and having a great time.

Eddies heart was full, seeing so many people who were passionate about something he loved all enjoying each others company. If he was being honest though, his favorite part was that you were sitting next to him, legs wrapped around his as you delicately painted. You would hum at yourself every now and then, satisfied with the progress you were making to your character, and that made Eddies heart swell.

He couldn't help but notice the several times you would completely stop what you were doing, becoming sucked into the happenings of the campaign, eyes wide with interest as Eddie spoke, leading the boys into certain doom. He watched you smile as he knocked off Mikes game piece, causing the boy to curse and throw his dice. He was falling harder and harder as the night went on, and judging by your constant touch, he was certain you felt the same.

After a brutal defeat the boys of Hellfire helped "The Maidens" (Gareth decided your party should be called) clean up before heading home, all having had exchanged numbers and made plans to hangout at lunch the next day. Eddie was picking up his DM notebooks after helping you put the paints back in the art room, eyes watching you as you fiddle nervously next to him.

"Whats wrong pretty girl?" He asks, shoving his materials into his bag. "Eddie, we're gonna hangout after this right?" You almost whisper, not wanting him to hear the unevenness in your voice. After spending hours next to him, wrapped around him in some way, you couldn't imagine going back to how it was.

"What are you talking about princess?" He asks, quickly moving to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "You're definitely sitting next to me at lunch tomorrow, and honestly, you're kinda stuck with me now" he laughs, kissing your nose. You blush as you look up at him, seeing the genuine smile on his face, and twinkle in his eye as he looked at you. "Come on, let me drive you home, kay?" He places his hand on the small of your back and leads you forward.

He opens the theater room door and steps aside to let you exit first. You kiss his cheek and whisper as you stepped forward "I'd gladly be stuck with you, Munson." Taking his hand as he smiled down at you, heart offially exploding at your words.

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