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mandoalorian · 1 year

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save a horse, ride a cowboy

pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

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warnings: EXPLICIT, no minors. m!masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism to some extent, riding, unprotected p in v. both so so touch starved. joel has a lot to teach the reader.

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Joel didn’t like you— that much was clear. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since daybreak, when he left Tess at the QZ to deal with ‘unfinished business’ and promised her to deliver you to the outskirts of Boston without Fedra knowing. It was a difficult journey with the soldiers scouting the area on every corner, but after around six hours of travelling on foot, you and Joel had reached the border of Cornwall, Canada, which is exactly where you needed to be.

Unbeknownst to Joel, you wanted to be in Canada because that’s where your parents were. Or so, where you last heard they were. You’d do anything to reunite with them and make sure they were safe but you weren’t exactly good with a gun and you weren’t a particularly fast runner either. You needed someone like Joel to smuggle you out of the Quarantine Zone. He was your protector.

“You haven’t said a word to me all day,” you acknowledged when you couldn’t sleep that night. You lay next to Joel in your own sleeping bag, framed by a roaring fire and underneath tall, forested shelter. “Why?”

Joel huffed out a sigh and rolled over onto his back, now looking up at the starry night sky.

He didn’t reply.

You gave him a few minutes and tried to gather your thoughts, hoping he’d eventually cave and tell you why he’d hated you all this time. Had you done something wrong? You didn’t think so. Hell, you’d only met him earlier in the day. You’d hardly had enough of an influence on him to hate you. You liked to think of yourself as big and strong and apathetic in regards to people’s opinion of you. In the world that you lived in, you couldn’t afford to give a damn. And yet, you did. You couldn’t help it, it was just who you were. You got anxious about it if you thought about it too long and so you would desperately try and find a distraction or think of something else to focus on. The trees— the stars— the fire— Joel.

He was the epitome of ‘grumpy old man’. You briefly wondered if he was this grumpy before the apocalypse. Why was he so highly strung? Sure, life wasn’t exactly good or easy for him— but it wasn’t good or easy for anyone.

“I didn’t tell you why I wanted to go to Canada,” you said slowly, figuring that if you could open up to the man, then maybe he could at least offer you a few words back. “My parents are there. I think they are anyway. My father sent a letter over to the QZ months ago but I only just got it on Tuesday. I don’t know if they’re still there but I need to check. My mom is sick and I just… need to be with them… and I couldn’t go alone. I wouldn’t last two seconds out there with infected. So I guess, what I’m trying to say is, tha—“

“Okay.” Joel cut you off abruptly. He didn’t want your ‘thank you’s’ or your tokens of gratitude. He was doing a job and he was only here to get paid.

“Where are you from?” you asked him quietly. He shuffled but didn’t reply, and so you were prompted to follow on further. “You got an accent. Southern, there’s no doubting that. Tennessee…—?”

“Texas.” Joel corrected and you smiled to yourself. He may have been a man of few words but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you think he was from Tennessee.

“Texas huh?” you beamed brightly. Joel didn’t move his head, but he looked over to you and noticed your grin. “So you’re like, a cowboy.”

You giggled playfully and nudged his arm, but he only grunted and closed his eyes.

“You ever ride a horse?” you asked him.

“You’re annoying,” Joel sighed, rubbing his temples, but he supposed that— if he had to be honest with himself— he was somewhat amused by your plentiful questions. “But yeah. I’ve rode a horse.”

“I always wanted to ride a horse, but I don’t think I’d be any good at it,” you admitted sheepishly. “No co-ordination.”

“It’s all in the hips.” Joel explained and his interest in horses took you by surprise. This was the most he talked all day.

You pursed your lips together fighting back another smile. There was no denying the rush of blood that flushed to your cheeks as you felt them heat up over the thought of the Cowboy riding his horse. But then you remembered how he’d also just expressed his irritation with you and your abundance of pointless questions and you felt your heart drop in your chest slightly. A pang of guilt.

You told yourself that it was okay— no big deal— and it didn’t matter if he found you annoying. No, it didn’t matter that the extremely attractive Texan man who hadn’t uttered a single word to you all day, found you annoying.

You’d been so lonely recently. So lonely. You’d kill for a friend. A partner. Someone. And perhaps it was your fault for getting your hopes up when you met Joel. You figured that maybe you could finally have someone in your life who liked you back for you, and didn’t want to use you or hurt you in some kind of unexpected way.

“I— I don’t mean to be annoying, y’know. I just— I’m sorry,” you murmured, rolling over onto your side and facing the other way from Joel. “Uhm— good night.”

Joel wasn’t a heartless monster. He wasn’t as cold and calculating as he let off to be, but he sure as hell wasn’t innocent and pure-of-heart either. He was a broken shell of a man simply trying to get by, and the way he saw it, he couldn’t afford the time or effort to make friendships or have partners or even anything more than an acquaintance. It just wasn’t on his radar.

And although he was certainly taken aback with how beautiful you were, he just couldn’t bring himself to do anything he wouldn’t do with any other piece of cargo. This was a delivery, after all. A smuggle run. And he had to be professional about it.

But you were so— so beautiful. During the hours of hiking you and Joel did through the fields and forests, he often lagged behind you and consciously allowed you to take the lead when he thought it was safe to do so. Really though, he just liked to take a few seconds to admire you when you weren’t looking. You were funny and smart and although you couldn’t aim a gun to save your life, you might’ve been able to charm a Clicker away from you if you tried hard enough.

Joel enjoyed listening to you babble on, despite displaying no signs or signals to show that he had any interest in you. He couldn’t do that because he didn’t want to lead you on or give you the wrong impression. He really did like you, but if he dared to open his mouth, Joel was certain he’d slip up and say the wrong thing or embarrass himself. And so to him, it was better to not say anything at all. However, his heart would warm when you would get bored along the way and start humming— and eventually singing. You were in no way melidous, but still, you weren’t trying to be. Joel wondered what it would be like in another universe where your lives weren’t constantly at stake. Maybe then he’d grow the courage to actually have a decent conversation with you.

But this wasn’t another universe. This was reality and Joel had lost all hope in humankind a long time ago. Joel allowed himself to get lost in his own thoughts for a long time and by the time he’d snapped out of it, you were already fast asleep next to him, emitting light snores. He watched you, watched as your chest rose and fell with every breath. You looked so peaceful.

Truth was, Joel wasn’t entirely sure he could fall asleep here next to you. There was no way of telling if this forest was safe. Certainly he found it difficult to imagine there’d be signs of infected around but people? That was certainly plausible. Making sure his rifle was close enough to grab in case of an emergency, Joel took another glance towards you.

So goddamn pretty.

Joel didn’t know when, but at some point in the night, he’d gotten hard. Probably because he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off you all night. He felt like such a creep for watching you sleep, but even under the pearly white stars and the sunset orange embers bouncing from the campfire, you were still the most beautiful thing he’d ever saw. And he wanted you.

Now, Joel probably wasn’t as touch-starved as you were, but still, it had been a helluva long time since he last got laid. Without drawing his gaze away from you, he reached his hand down into his sleeping bag and dipped it into his boxer shorts began to pump at his already throbbing manhood. His eyes snapped shut at the shock of the thrill which raced through his body. There was something so erotic about doing this outside, with you laying next to him, unbeknownst to it all. Stifling a groan, with his free hand Joel gathered the material of his sleeping bag and squeezed it with pleasure.

The coarseness, roughness, of his hands was never ideal, but he had no trouble imagining the softness of yours. Your hands were a lot smaller than his, and your fingers were a lot thinner, and as he stroked his cock, his toes curled at the thought of you in between his legs, playing with him.

He hissed your name through his teeth as he begin to feel a knot tie in his lower stomach, indicating that he was close. God, he’d only been at himself for a few minutes and he was going crazy for you. You stirred slightly at the mention of your name but Joel wasn’t paying attention anymore. Now his eyes were shut and his entire body was tensed up as his hand movements became faster. He guessed it wouldn’t be so bad if he finished quick because the longer he touched himself, the more chance you’d wake up and discover him.

But for some reason, that only stirred Joel on even more. Of course, he wasn’t trying to wake you up, but there came a point where he was so enveloped in his own lustfilled thoughts, he didn’t even notice you whisper his name softly through the night.

“Joel?”

Briefly, Joel registered the sound of your voice but he thought nothing of it. So deep in thought— he was close. He moaned your name back.

You stilled, your eyes widening when your gaze dropped to his crotch and you noticed the movements of his hands underneath the thin material of the sleeping bag.

“Oh… Joel.” you mumbled, feeling your pussy clench around nothing as you nimbly slipped out of your sleeping bag and quietly crawled over to him.

He still hadn’t noticed you, but between the tinnitus in his right ear and being so lost in his own thoughts, you couldn’t blame him. On your knees and by his side, you placed the palm of your hand on his chest and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, alerting him immediately.

His movements stopped and his eyes snapped open in horror, only to be met by your wide smirk.

“Hey cowboy,” you teased, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

“Shit.” Joel cursed, looking away from you. “I— you shouldn’t have saw me— I’m—“

You hushed him by placing a soft, chase kiss upon his lips. Joel froze and softened under you, completely feeling at ease under your touch. It has been years since he had been kissed. You hovered over him, finding his gaze in the dark before pressing a harder, more intimate kiss to his lips. Joel moaned underneath you and brought out his hand from under the sleeping bag, releasing his cock and bringing it to cradle the back of your head.

“Let’s get you out of here,” you giggled, unzipping Joel’s sleeping bag and bringing yours next to his, giving you both some kind of barrier between the grassy ground.

Joel’s belt was already undone and the zipper of his jeans pulled down.

Still beaming, you straddled Joel, positioning yourself over his lap and continued unbuttoning his shirt before before peeling it off his torso and discarding it into the corner.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Joel asked softly and his tone of voice took you by surprise.

“If I didn’t want to be doing this, I wouldn’t be grinding on you already, cowboy,” you giggled, thrusting your hips over the material of his jeans and getting a feel for his bulge.

Joel swallowed and nodded his head in agreement. Hastily, he brought his hands to your waist and guided you over his hips. You tossed back your head and let out a moan.

“Oh, I need you.” you whimpered, bringing Joel’s hands to your breasts and letting him feel the hard pebbles of your nipples under your t-shirt.

Growing impatient, Joel tugged on your shirt and you let him pull it off your body. He then smoothly unclipped your bra and let it fall off, before using his large, rough hands to cup and fondle your breasts.

“Joel,” you gasped, pushing back onto his legs and taking the hem off his jeans in your grip. “I need you,” you repeated. “Need you inside of me.”

Joel choked out a wanton groan at your words and nodded his head again. You took his signal as confirmation that he wanted this too, and tugged down his denim along with his underwear.

You removed your own pants and then sunk down ontop of him, sighing an air of relief when you felt the skin on skin contact. Joel adjusted himself and gave you a questioning look.

“I’m ready.” you whispered and leaned down, pressing your chest against Joel’s. Joel pushed himself inside of you and you tensed up, digging your nails into his shoulders as you adjusted to him. He was so big and thick, and yet he felt like he fit inside you perfectly. Like he was made for you.

Joel slowly thrusted upwards and into you, stretching you out. When you felt comfortable enough, you sat upright and rested your hands on his tummy.

“Show me how to ride, cowboy,” You urged. “You said earlier, it’s all in the hips? Show me.”

Joel looked up at you with wide eyes and extended his arms around you. He held onto you, and you felt like putty under his grip.

“Show me what you got, girl.” The handsome man demanded, his voice having dropped an octave.

You began to roll your hips over him, and Joel squeezed his eyes shut. “That feel good for you?” you taunted, letting a giggle escape your lips. Joel wordlessly nodded.

“Try— try circle your hips.” Joel requested, and immediately you changed your movements. You’d do anything to please him. You felt yourself get increasingly wet, making it easier and more comfortable to move freely. “That’s good.” he praised under his breaths.

“This is how you ride?” you enquired, raising an eyebrow as you continued to circle your hips.

“This is how you learn,” Joel corrected. “It’s all a process, baby girl. You go straight into the ridin’, you’ll get hurt.”

Joel leaned forward and pressed himself into you, the curve of his cock hitting you in just the right spot, You held onto him, gripping onto the broad of his back and this time, Joel kissed you. He yearned for your lips— for your affection. He dragged his tongue along your collarbone and planted sloppy kisses up your neck, along your jaw, and finally to your mouth. He slid his tongue along your lower lip, begging for entry, which you quickly granted him, and started to make out with you.

“Joel,” you whispered against his lips, and he pulled off you, allowing you to speak. “I need more.”

“Think you’re ready for your next lesson?” he quizzed, pressing his nose against yours.

“Mhm.” you replied. “Teach me.”

Joel leaned back again and brought his hands down to your hips. “I want you to bounce on my cock sweet girl, show me what you can do.”

You grinned with excitement and began to move yourself up and down, grinding on his cock so you could feel every ridge and vein against your walls.

You felt yourself clench around him, indicating that you were close.

“Shit, like this I won’t last long.” Joel admitted bashfully, his cheeks flushing pink.

“Me neither,” you replied, and began to speed up your movements. “Joel— please. Please cum inside of me.”

Joel panted, bringing his hands up to massage your tits. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, oh— please.” you begged him. “Please cowboy.”

With those two words, Joel spurted ropes of his warm seed inside of you, painting your walls a milky white. Feeling him fill you, you clenched one last time around his cock and let a blinding hot light envelope you as you rode out your own high.

You rolled off the man and laid next to him, catching your breath. “How was that? Did I pass the test?” you nudged him playfully.

Joel let out a laugh and you felt your heart flutter at the sound of him displaying genuine happiness. “You passed the test,” he chuckled. “But— there’s still plenty more for you to learn.”

“Well,” you shrugged. “You do make a pretty good teacher.”

Joel wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest. “Sun will rise in a few hours, you should go back to sleep.” he hummed into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes, still in sheer bliss, and smiled.

You couldn’t believe that just a few hours earlier, you were so sure that Joel hated you.

You’d never been so wrong.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Follow You Anywhere 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

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You sit at the dining table with your laptop, hiding behind the screen as you try to figure out what to do. How do you get this man to leave? Better, how do you do that without making him angry?

You stare at the unfinished project in front of you. You're not going to get paid for blurry pixels. Work is the least of your worries.

You peek over the top of the laptop and blanch as the subtle movement catches his eye. He grins and sits up, “need something, sweetie?”

“Uh, nope,” you put your eyes down and the screen goes fuzzy.

“Hm,” he hums into a grunt and heaves himself up, “you haven’t made any videos yet. What about your shopping trip huh? You gonna edit some of that.”

“Erm, maybe later, I have work stuff–”

“You know,” he nears and stands across the round table, looming menacingly with his hands on his hips, “you could probably quit all that if you committed to your streams. Lotsa people wanna watch a sweet girl like you.”

“That’s nice but I don’t even have ten followers,” you chuckle.

“Mm, maybe, but… I could help you,” he offers.

“Really, it’s fine,” your voice trembles, “it’s… it’s just a way to get my thoughts out, that's all.”

He clucks and clears his throat, looking around, “well, I guess I’ll go get my stuff.”

“Um, sure,” you look at him again then peek at the keys hung by the door.

He whistles, “Aika, come, you probably needa go.”

The dog rises from beside the couch and follows him to the door. You get up, heart flipping. You need to just lock the door. As long as he doesn’t–

He grabs the keys and shoves them deep in his pocket. He hooks the leash onto Aika’s collar as she stands obediently before him. He grins over at you, “don’t worry, sweetie, won’t be long at all.”

He turns and unlocks the door, swinging it inward as he lets the German shepherd lead the way. You deflate and fall back onto the chair. Holy shoot! What are you going to do? Nothing you can think of makes sense. He doesn’t make sense. It’s as if he really believes you know each other. That this is his home.

You bend over your lap and hold your head, rocking as you let out a drone. The panic is so bad you can’t hold it in. The noise escaping you is inhuman. You know you’re too weak, too afraid to do anything. So what? You’ll just let him take over your home?

You quiet and stay as you are, hunched over your legs. Are you going to let him do whatever he wants? To you?

Your blood runs cold and you sit up slowly. You’re dizzy as the silence rings in your ears. You stare across the room, only able to see a glimpse of the door frame.

You don’t know what you’re going to do.

You’re paralysed. You hardly believe it yourself, you don’t think anyone else will either. The thought of explaining it is embarrassing on its own.

You’re being stupid. You need to tell someone. Anyone.

You hear him before he enters. He opens the door, pausing as he lets Aika off the leash. She sniffs around as the door shuts heavily.

Sy appears, a large bag of kibble balanced on one shoulder as he carries a military duffle in his other hand. He drops the latter and brings the former into the kitchen. You stand, hollow as you make yourself move. You go to the doorway to the kitchen and watch him search your cupboards.

“Ladybird needs a bowl,” he says, “she’s hungry.”

“Oh,” you utter dumbly and blink. You’re stuck where you are.

His cheek dimples and he returns his attention to his search. He takes out the pink plastic bowl you use for salad and he uses a measuring cup to scoop out the kibble. You just watch as he puts it on the floor for Aika as she sits patiently.

He stands and she does too, eagerly scarfing down the food, flicking slobber all over your salad bowl. Sy faces you and you flinch as he comes near, reaching for you. You back away.

“Sweetie?” He says, “what’re you doing?”

“I… I…” you rub your arm, “how long are you planning on… staying?”

He scoffs, “what? Ah, come on, sweetie, you’re funny. “

“I’m… I’m serious,” you quaver, “I didn’t… we just met.”

His face falls and so does your heart. His expression turns dire and he crosses his arms. Aika seems to notice his shift and quits her loud chomping. She raises her nose, letting out a low growl. You gulp. He has that same glint in his eye as in the truck when he nearly rear-ended that other driver.

“Sweetie, I told you, I've been watching you all this time. You know, I was your first follower,” he takes a step closer and you take one back. “I know you.”

“Right, uh,” you push your hands together and bend your fingers back, “I understand, it’s just…” you can hardly breathe, “I guess I misunderstood. Of course you can stay, but… you know, I only bought enough groceries for me and… and it’s a small place.”

He considers you. He runs his hand over his beard and exhales loudly. He drops his other arm and tilts his head side to side, cracking the bones, “so we can get nice and snuggly, sweetheart.”

He nears you again, quickly, before you can elude him. He catches you around the back of the head and urges you close. He leans in and kisses your hairline. You freeze and let him. He purrs before he draws away.

“Right, I’ll get cleaned up,” he lets you go, “you can finish your work or… get cozy.”

You nod and stare past him. Aika once more chews loudly as your eyes settle on her straight back. You’re trapped. Your home is now a prison.

You stay like that until you hear the pipes whine and the shower buzzes to life. You glance over, the bathroom door slightly ajar. Mortified, you retreat to the table and sit behind the computer. You know the excuse won’t hold up much longer but you can at least pretend to be busy.

Aika’s claws tap on the tile as you hear her lay near the door. You can’t even run. His loyal guard dog isn’t just keeping people out, she’s keeping you in.

You put your hands on the laptop as you hear the faucet crank off. The scented steam seeps out and dampens the air with the scent of your strawberries and cream soap. You shudder and minimize and maximize the window.

You listen to him. He opens and closes the cabinet several times as he lingers in the bathroom. The door opens and your ears tinge as you focus on the laptop. He steps out as you swirl your fingers on the touch pad.

“I feel better,” he sighs, “how about you, sweetie? Maybe you should have a nice long bath?”

“I’m good,” you utter dully.

“Hope you don’t mind, I used your hairbrush,” he crosses the room.

“No, it’s f–” your eyes flick up on instinct. You swallow as your eyes round. He has only a towel around his waist, the rest of him brazenly bare. “Fine.”

You rip your gaze away and accidentally exit out of the editing software. You try to wipe the image of him from your mind. His thick muscles, the dark hair across his chest and stomach, and over his thick thighs. There’s little left to the imagination or doubt. The sight of him confirms his unbeatable strength.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“N-nothing,” you insist.

“You’re being all shy. What’s going on, huh?” You shake your head as he comes around the table. He presses the laptop shut until you retract your hands. You sit back and look at your hands. “You’ve been working long enough. Come on, sweetie.”

“I… I have a project to finish–”

“And that’s more important? How long have I waited to be with you? Over there in the sh– in the chaos?” He says, offering his large hand, “I got you something. I wanna show it to you.”

“I…” you rasp and peer up at his face, too afraid to look anywhere else. “Okay.”

You give in. Your surrender. He’s a soldier and he’s won the battle. You take his hand and stand up.

He takes you into the front room and leads you to the couch. He stops you in front of it and gestures you to wait. You do and he disappears around the other side of you.

He returns with his duffle bag and puts it in the chair. He keeps his back to you as he unzips it. You peek up and your eyes cling to the scars along his burly back. Just beneath his shoulder and another along his side. Through the fear, you feel a pang of sympathy for him. He must have been through a lot.

“I bought you something,” he says, “when I was driving up.”

He turns and shows you a dainty piece of fabric hanging from his index fingers. You gape at the pale pink bodysuit; flowers in a darker shade trim the corset and the tops of the cups are subtly scalloped. You love the colours but you would never dare to wear anything like that.

“Uh, wow,” is all you can get out.

“Just you know for a special occasion,” he smiles, “it’ll look real nice on you. It’s your colour.” He steps closer as he holds it out to you, “I showed the lady your picture and she said it would be nice on your skin tone.”

You feel like you’re going to faint. Is he really giving you a piece of lingerie? You take it and examine the thin material.

“Obviously, not tonight since we’re settling in and all that,” he chuckles, “but you know… if you wanted to…”

“I’m… I’m going to put this away,” you croak.

You move past him, slowly as if wading through water. You go to the bedroom and cross to the dresser. You stand before it as you stare at the fabric. Your chest aches as you hold a breath inside.

“Ah, still pretty tidy in here,” Sy comments from behind you.

You pull open the top drawer and hide the bodysuit. A shiver rolls through you as you shut it and turn to the intruder. You watch helplessly as he invades every inch of your life.

“You did such a good job, sweetie,” he praises as he nears the bed and plops his bag on it, “watching you clean… it’s admirable how determined you are.”

He reaches in his bag and takes out a stack of folded clothing. You blink as he strides over to the dresser and pulls open a drawer. You sway as you resist the urge to ask what the heck he’s doing. He makes room beside your clothes and shoves his inside.

As he stands, he adjusts the towel hanging lower on his waist than before. You turn away. As much as you don’t like him touching all your things, his nakedness is even more off putting. Most disturbing is his lack of self-awareness. Frankly, it’s frightening.

He unpacks, bit by bit, and rolls open the closet to put his empty bag inside. He goes back to the dresser to shut the top drawer he left open but his hand curls around the top. He dips inside and lifts out a pair of your panties; the ones speckled with printed on bows.

“I like these,” he says, “they’re cute, like you.”

“Thanks, I…” you murmur. “I…” Your mouth is dry and chalky, “I need some water.”

“Aw, sweetie, you look faint,” he drops the panties and approaches you. “Why don’t you sit down?”

He urges you onto the edge of the bed, his hands on your shoulders. He looks down on you as you tilt your head to peer back at him. He looks so big. He keeps his hands on you, gripping tighter, and for a moment, you’re not sure what he’s going to do and you think he is even less certain.

He pulls his hands away and shakes them out, “I’ll get you some water,” he says, “you had a long day, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum and lower your chin, your hands shaking in your lap.

You did this. You welcomed this man in. More than letting him drive you home or cross the threshold of your apartment, you put yourself online, exposed yourself to the public. You heard the horror stories before, the true ones, but you just never thought it would happen to you.

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cameronspecial · 1 month

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Traitor

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Drew and Y/N have different tastes in food and he is hoping that Sam will have the same taste as him.

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Drew loves that Y/N can stay at home to take care of their three-year-old. She was a little hesitant when she suggested quitting her job to do so, but she wasn’t satisfied with her work and she needed some time to think about an alternate career choice. It turns out, that being at home with their son is where she finds fulfillment and Drew is so happy that his wife is finally happy with what she is doing. It allows her to cook more which she loves to do, especially since she is a picky and high-maintenance eater. Y/N can sometimes come off as a food snob because she sometimes has the standards of food that is homemade or expensive; however, it comes with the territory of being the daughter of a chef, who insists on practically making every meal for his family. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t let her family eat fast food or store-bought snacks; she is a victim of eating McDonald’s or goldfish in her car like everyone else. She simply prefers making her macaroni and cheese with gruyere, asiago and fontina cheese. Or she would rather eat a sausage with mashed potatoes than an American hot dog. If there is one thing that reminds Rafe of the different social classes that he and his wife grew up in, it would be the food she now cooks for him. While the meals she cooks are exquisite, he is so grateful she isn’t one of those parents who doesn’t allow the family to eat anything processed because that means he can introduce Sam to his favourite childhood snack.

Y/N has finally given Drew the go-ahead to let Sam try an uncrustable. He understands he had to wait so long to share this experience with his son because peanut butter is a choking hazard for children under four. He hopes his toddler will love them as much as he does. Drew tried to share his favourite snack with the love of his wife; however, she said they just tasted like a regular sandwich. It disappointed him a little. He even bought the Nutella version of an uncrustable because she hates peanut butter.

“Sammy, lunch,” Drew calls to his son, placing the plate with two sandwiches and vegetables onto the table. Rapid thudding approaches the dining room and the father points to the bathroom. The little boy sighs and turns to go wash his hands. After rewashing his hands while singing the alphabet, Sam jumps into the chair in excitement. His grin drops at the sight of the circular bread in front of him. He spots the same food on his dad’s plate and watches the older man eat it with a smile. Not sure what to make of the new food, the four-year-old hesitantly picks up the uncrustable and sniffs it. “What this?” he questions, holding the sandwich out to his dad. Drew takes another bite out of his food, “That, Sammy, is a peanut butter and jelly uncrustable. Try it. You’ll like it.” The boy looks uncertain, yet still does as his father advises. The smile doesn’t turn into a grin as he chews on the food. In fact, his mouth turns into disgust and he places his lunch onto the plate, pushing it toward Drew. “Yucky,” he complains, reaching to nibble on a carrot. The actor frowns, “Come on, you only had one bite. Why don’t you take another?” As Sam considers the question, his mother comes in with a brie, apple and turkey sandwich. This piques his interest and he makes a grabby motion towards the fancier food. Not one to deny her child lunch, she slides her plate over and both parents observe as he devours half of the sandwich.

Y/N can see a pout on her husband’s face and pulls him in so his head is against her chest. “He’s a little traitor,” Drew grumbles, picking up his son's unfinished snack to finish. She giggles, “I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe you can have this bonding experience with our next child.” He jerks away from her, staring her dead in the eyes to make sure he understands what she is hinting at.

“We are going to have another baby?”

“We are going to have another baby.”

He cheers at the confirmation and picks her up, spinning her around before they both get dizzy. “I can feel it. I’m going to be fighting this baby for the last uncrustable. I can feel it,” he predicts with his hand on her stomach. She brushes his hair off his forehead, “I bet they will and then you wouldn’t be surrounded by traitors.”

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katsu28 · 2 years

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dinner buddies

summary: Eddie can’t make it in time for dinner, so you decide to find someone else to share your cooking with.

warnings: light swearing, so much fluff

a/n: i hope this is good bc i’m quite literally drowning in unfinishable wips right now :') but hi hello i'm back to trying to write after a scarily long bout of self doubt and writer's block! pls enjoy this fluff as my apology <3

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You were half contemplating just turning tail and going back home as you climbed the steps of the Munson’s trailer, arms laden with bags of groceries making it a little harder to keep yourself steady on the creaky stairs.

Eddie was supposed to come to your place for dinner, but had called you from the high school saying that Hellfire Club was running a lot longer than usual and that he might not make it to yours anytime soon, so you were stuck with a fridge full of ingredients for dinner and no one to make it for.

That was, until an idea popped into your head.

So now here you were, standing outside the trailer, knocking on the door to see if Wayne wanted to be your dinner buddy for tonight. You remembered Eddie telling you that Wayne worked the earlier shift on Tuesdays, so you knew he was home. The hard part now was gaining the courage to ask him. It wasn’t like you were scared of Eddie’s uncle, you’d just never really spent time with him without your boyfriend around. But it was something you wanted to change.

Before you could chicken out and turn around, the door swung open slowly to reveal a weary looking Wayne Munson peering out at you.

“Hey, kiddo,” He looked pleasantly surprised to see you, but still confused as to why you were here. “Whatcha doin’ round these parts? Eddie’s not here, if that’s who you’re looking for. Think he might still be with that club of his.”

“Yeah, we were supposed to have dinner but he called me earlier to tell me. I was, um, I was wondering if you’d eaten dinner yet?” You asked timidly, shifting on your feet.

“Oh, I was just gonna heat up some pizza from the other day. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“Do you maybe wanna have dinner together? I was supposed to make spaghetti for Eddie and I, but since he’s held up, I was wondering if I could make it…for you.” Wayne was silent for a moment, and suddenly you weren’t sure if you were overstepping any bounds by showing up here unannounced, so you quickly backtracked. “Only if you want, though. I know you probably had a long day at work and I totally get if you’d rather have some alone time before Eddie comes home—”

“Spaghetti sounds fantastic, kiddo.” He chuckled, opening the door a little wider and reaching out to relieve you of one of the bags in your hands. “Come on in.”

You beamed, shuffling inside and beelining right for the kitchen to drop your stuff on the counter before washing your hands.

Stationing himself at the counter while you prepped and cooked, Wayne kept insisting he help you with something, but after you kept telling him to relax, reluctantly gave up. Instead, he watched you bustle around the tiny kitchen like a whirlwind, occasionally snagging a handful of cheese or a noodle when he thought you weren’t looking. (You noticed every single time, but he thought he was being slick, just like his nephew.)

Wayne was a quiet guy—a lot quieter than his lovably rowdy nephew—but he was good company, entertaining you with countless stories of Eddie when he was younger as you cooked, some of which made you laugh so hard you nearly keeled over. Stories that you’d definitely be using as blackmail against your boyfriend sometime in the future.

Speaking of the future, that was one topic Wayne brought up as you were waiting for the pasta water to boil.

“So…you and Ed, you’ve been together a while,” He said awkwardly, drumming his fingers on the counter. It sounded like he didn’t quite know how to approach the subject, but was trying his best, and you appreciated his effort. “How’s that going?”

You beamed, bobbing your head happily at the mention of your Eddie. “Good! Really good. He’s the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.”

“That’s great to hear. And Ed, he’s treating you good? I have no doubt in my mind that he does, or else I’d whack him upside the head, but I gotta ask.”

“He’s amazing, Wayne. You did an incredible job raising him. He’s always saying how lucky he is that he’s always had you, and he’s right.” You replied earnestly, placing a hand over his. And you meant it. Despite all the ways Eddie could’ve turned out with the things he’d been through, he’d always had one constant in his life.

His uncle.

The man who took him in without a second thought when Eddie’s parents had dropped him on Wayne’s doorstep all those years ago.

The man who worked late nights, odd hours, and shitty jobs just so Eddie could have a decent childhood. Who bought him his first guitar, went to any Corroded Coffin gig that he could, and sat through Eddie’s endless D&D rants—not knowing what the hell he was babbling on and on about, but listened because it made Eddie happy.

The man who was more of a father to him than Eddie’s good-for-nothing jackass of a dad ever was (Eddie’s words, not yours).

You could tell that your words had touched the older man because of the way he fiddled with his fingers—just like Eddie did whenever you said something that made him feel loved.

“Thank you, kiddo.” He said quietly, patting your hand. “Eddie’s lucky to have someone like you lookin’ after him. I guess now I am too, what with this absolute feast you’re making.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, and it’s not gonna be pretty, Wayne!” You let out a watery chuckle, turning to toss the pasta into the now boiling water so the older man wouldn’t see you start to tear up at his kind words.

Soon enough, the whole trailer was filled with a mouthwatering array of smells—rich tomato sauce with garlic and herbs, fresh pasta, buttery garlic bread. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire trailer park was able to smell what you’d cooked.

“This…this looks fantastic, Y/N.” Wayne said softly, blinking down at the steaming plate of food in front of him like he wasn’t quite sure where to start. “Thank you for cooking for this old man.”

“Oh, Wayne, you’re not that old,” You chided, passing him a hearty piece of garlic bread. “And it was my pleasure. I really like to cook, and Eddie really likes to eat, so…”

Wayne gave an all-knowing grin, shaking his head fondly. “Don’t I know it. I used to be worried that boy would eat us out of house and home when he was younger. Still do, honestly. Ed’s got a black hole for a stomach, I swear.”

“Wonder where he gets it from?” You snickered, to which Wayne let out a booming laugh that pleasantly surprised you.

“You’re a real spitfire, aren’t ya, kiddo?”

“I like to see it as Eddie rubbing off on me,” You shrugged. “Which he probably got from you. So really, who’s to blame here?”

The older man sighed overdramatically, bowing his head in mock defeat. “That would be me, I assume.”

“I won’t confirm nor deny that statement.” You smiled sweetly, picking up your fork. “Dig in!”

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You’d both finished your food and were exchanging more Eddie stories by the time you heard heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs outside. Then the door banged open loudly, Eddie’s slightly winded and panicked voice filling the trailer immediately.

“Speak of the devil,” Wayne sighed, barely heard over his nephew’s incomprehensible rambling. You stifled a laugh at his faux exasperation. “I can’t understand a word you’re sayin’, Ed!”

“Sorry I can’t stay long, Uncle Wayne, I’m already super late and Y/N’s—” Eddie came to a screeching halt when he spotted you sitting across the table from his uncle, both of you with empty plates in front of you. “...here. She’s—you’re here. What—hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi Eds!” You chirped, pushing back your chair to come greet him with a kiss on the cheek.

He accepted your kiss welcomingly, arms sliding around your waist in an automatic hug like they always did when he saw you. “What’re you doing here?”

“Hangin’ out with Wayne. We’re dinner buddies now.” You said it so casually, like it was a common thing for you to hang out with his uncle when Eddie wasn’t there. Eddie’s gaze slipped over to Wayne, who just nodded back.

“Hello to you too, boy,” He grumbled, but there was a small smile on his face nonetheless.

“Hi Uncle Wayne.” Eddie mumbled sheepishly, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I would say sorry I’m late, but you seem to have found some better company.”

“Come sit down, baby, I’ll get you some food,” You nudged him towards the table, stifling a giggle at the way he tripped over his own boots in his haste to kick them off and hurry to take a seat. “Seconds, Wayne? There’s more than enough here. Probably even enough to last you both a few meals.”

“I couldn’t possibly eat any more, kiddo, but thank you.” Wayne sighed, patting his stomach for good measure. Eddie squinted at his uncle, then you, then back at Wayne in pure confusion. “You just gonna stare at me, or d’you got somethin’ you wanna say?”

“Did you—did she come over here on her own, or did you call her?”

“Now how would I call her, Ed? She came here ‘round seven, sayin’ that you were held up and asked if I wanted to have dinner together. Obviously, I’m not one to say no to a nice home cooked dinner, so I said yes.”

Eddie couldn’t help the wide grin that broke his face, casting a glance over at you at the stove scooping some pasta onto a plate for him and feeling his heart grow three sizes in his chest. God, you really were the most perfect person alive.

“Here you go, love.” You slid the hearty plate of food in front of him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head before settling back into your seat. “Now, what were we talking about before this one barged in?”

“I believe I was telling you how Ed used to run around with his pants on his head.”

“Hey!” Eddie spluttered through a mouthful of garlic bread, gawking at his uncle incredulously. “That’s so not cool!”

“Hush, eat your dinner, boy.”

Eddie turned to you with wide eyes. “Baby, don’t believe a word he says, he—”

“Listen to Wayne, Eds, eat your spaghetti.” You hummed sweetly, patting his knee with a smile.

“You guys are so mean to me.”

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Later, after Eddie had finished huffing and puffing about ‘my girl and my uncle ganging up on me’ and devoured two more plates of food (bottomless pit for a stomach, indeed), dinner had been packed away with firm instructions from you on how to reheat it the best way. The dishes were done and drying, leaving Wayne to retire outside to the porch for a smoke.

The second the door swung shut behind him, Eddie all but tackled you, sweeping you into his arms and planting a messy kiss on your lips. You let out a surprised noise, but instantly returned it with much fervor, brain on autopilot. His hands splayed across the expanse of your back, pulling you as close as possible to him whilst you kissed, while yours clutched at his biceps to ground yourself.

It was hard not to get lost in Eddie when he kissed you, with how much of himself and his love for you he poured into them. Sometimes felt like you’d float away if he kissed you for too long. You wouldn’t exactly mind it too much, to be honest.

“What was that for?” You asked incredulously after he’d pulled away, bringing your hands from his arms to his shoulders to steady yourself after his kiss had chased the breath right out of your chest.

“I love you so much.” He said earnestly, pressing another peck to your lips as if to reinforce his proclamation.

“I love you too, Eds. You know that.”

“I do! I do. I just—” He let out a dreamy sigh, squeezing your hip. “Thank you.”

“For loving you?” You giggled, reaching up to brush a stray inky curl out of his face.

“No—well, yeah. But for everything. For loving me so good like you do, for thinking of Wayne when I’m not here. For being the girl of my dreams.” Eddie continued, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him before. “My perfect, sweet girl, always takin’ care of us. Should hurry up and marry you now before you come to your senses and run for the hills, shouldn’t I?”

“Oh, stop it, you kiss ass,” You huffed playfully, slapping his chest lightly.

“I think Uncle Wayne would agree. He might love you more than he loves me now.”

You laughed at that. “You’re so dramatic, baby. You’re his family, of course he loves you more.”

“I dunno ‘bout that anymore, not after today. Hell, you made him a gourmet meal, sweetheart! I’ve never made him a home cooked meal. Not like that, anyways. Most of my stuff ends up tossed out so we don’t get food poisoning.”

“It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“That’s what I say! He doesn’t see it that way though. Always grumbling about how I’m trying to send him to an early grave,” Eddie pouted childishly.

“You are trying to send me to an early grave, boy!” Wayne’s voice came drifting in through the open window, to which Eddie swore. “Don’t act like you’re not dyin’ to get rid of me!” You both knew he was just poking fun at his nephew, but Eddie rolled his eyes, burrowing deeper into your embrace to alleviate his hurt ego.

“Aw, did baby boy’s feelings get hurt?” You teased, squishing his cheeks together until his lips puckered almost comically. He struggled to still look upset, but it was no use with the way you were looking at him right now. Your smile turned his over exaggerated pout into a soft smile of his own. To him, your smile could make the clouds disappear on a dreary day.

“Super hurt.” He nodded, mock serious. “Know what would make me feel better?”

“I think I can guess, but tell me anyway.”

“A kiss.”

“Another one?!”

“Yes, another one!” Eddie huffed, shuffling the two of you over to the kitchen counter, where he nudged you onto the countertop with ease. “There’s no such thing as too many kisses in this relationship, sweetheart. Unlimited kisses or I’ll die. You don’t want me to die, do you?”

“I guess not.”

“You guess? C’mere, you little minx,” He growled playfully, pressing his lips against yours firmly. You were quick to sink into his kiss yet again, cupping his face in your hands to bring him even closer. And while Eddie always kissed you like he was trying to let you know how much he loved you, this one felt different. This one felt a little more special, and you wanted to bask in it for as long as you could.

As long as you could turned out to be not very long at all, the loud thwack of the front door banging against the wall breaking through the silence.

“Alright, simmer down, you two. I don’t need no mini Munsons runnin’ around anytime soon,” Wayne chided, very clearly back from his night smoke. “Still takin’ care of this one over here.”

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie groaned, cheeks flaming hot under your fingertips. The older Munson merely waved his hand aimlessly in response, shuffling toward the bathroom and muttering something about how the two of you better take your lovey dovey party into Eddie’s room before he got back from getting ready for bed. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, letting his forehead thunk against your shoulder miserably. “I’m sorry about him. He’s—”

“He’s just like you, Eds.” You said softly, smoothing a fond hand along his curls. Eddie made an indignant noise. “Funny, caring, heart of gold. Rough exterior but a total teddy bear on the inside?”

“I’m definitely better looking though.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course you are,” You rolled your eyes playfully, to which he whisked you off the countertop with a growled hmph, marching the two of you down the hall to his room to toss you onto his bed like you were a sack of flour.

The rest of the night was spent talking, telling Eddie embarrassing stories of yourself when you were younger to remedy the ones that Wayne had told you about him. Sleepy whispered I love you’s pressed against each other’s skin right before you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, just the way you liked it.

Soon enough, you popping over to the trailer to hang out with Wayne more often became a frequent thing, Eddie many times returning home to see the two of you sitting on the couch outside on the porch or huddled around the kitchen table, sipping hot drinks while telling each other more embarrassing stories about him. And although he wasn’t too keen on his uncle telling you about all the times he used to run around naked as a kid, he really did enjoy seeing the two most important people in his life growing closer.

Even if it did result in him being unfairly ganged up on at times.

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“Bingo” DBH RK800 Connor x Human!Reader

(A/N: Oh, hey! I found an unfinished Connor insert reader and did the thing. And I have no idea when I typed this, maybe four years ago.

Warnings: language.

Word Count: 720 words)

Many things and people could irritate a person. Some times those were situations. Other times you were irritated by someone’s repetitive display of aggravation of a being’s mere presence.

A shift in the department seemed regular as ever. Paperwork and people moving about around you.

Only one of those were you tired of. Gavin Reed.

Good at his job? Sure, but he had no reason to be as rude as he was to Connor from CyberLife.

Connor, however analytical, was sweet. That not you would admit as much out loud in the precinct. Especially not to his assigned partner. You would never hear the end of it.

You weren’t normally the one to step up in a social situation you weren’t at least a little involved in, however you were one for subtleties. Plus, you just couldn’t stand by and watch it happen. Not any more.

Was that not something humans needed to do more of, helping one another?

Previously mentioned Reed spotted the android, alone.

How did you know?

The look of uncomfortable disgust on the detective’s face.

It was when you saw Reed making a beeline towards Connor, that you made your move. Rising from your seat, your feet lead you towards the break room. Smooth, silent, and thankfully fast.

Reed had already approached Connor with his back to you and his arms crossed in front of him.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be or are you doing coffee runs too?” Reed sneered.

“Lieutenant Anderson said that he required a large amount of caffeine. I offered my assistance.” Connor answered with what had to be a hot cup of coffee in one hand.

“So it looks like you’ve gained rank as a coffee dis—.”

“Excuse me, Connor,” you stopped about two steps from Reed’s side. “May I ask your help with something?” You gestured back towards your desk.

“Of course, detective,” Connor sent you a minuscule smile before looking back to Reed. “Pardon me, detective. Perhaps you would like to continue discussing caffeinated beverages later?”

“Hell no. Get lost, plastic.” Reed made a noise of disgust as he walked away.

One triumphant smile on your face and you were practically prancing back to your desk with Connor in tow.

By the time you reached your work station, Connor was giving you a focused look.

“What is it that you need help with?”

“Nothing that I know of,” you leaned your hip against the desk.

“Then why did you ask me for help?” He tilted his head.

“Well….puzzle piece number one, Reed is a jerk to you. Piece number two, I don’t think anyone should be treated that way and three,” you picked up a pen, “I’ve already finished a good portion of my paperwork.”

Connor’s eyes squinted in the slightest as his LED flickered.

“Your conclusion?”

“You wanted me to avoid a confrontation with Detective Reed.”

“Bingo.” You tapped the end of the pen to your nose.

“But,” his LED switched to yellow for a moment. “Why would you do that? I can handle many human interactions.”

“Because I felt like I needed to.” You shrugged and fiddled with the pen in your grasp.

“Oh.” The tiniest frown made it way onto Connor’s perfectly sculpted face.

Smiling at him came easily because of the way he tried understanding and yet not quite getting to the core of humans’ feelings. It was adorable.

“Connor.”

Lieutenant Anderson’s voice caught both Connor’s and your attention.

“Are you going to stand there all day chatting or give me my damn coffee and get back to work?”

“Sorry, Lieutenant.” Connor took long strides to the desk and gave him the cup.

You watched their exchange with an amused smile.

“Lieutenant Anderson, did you have breakfast this morning?” You asked.

“No. Why?” He frowned over the rim of the coffee cup.

You stretched over to the other end of your desk and retrieved a breakfast bar. “I got extra.” You held up the food. “It’s the good kind.”

“I’m not picky. Thanks.”

After exchanging glances with Connor, you tossed the wrapped bar. He caught it swiftly and handed it over to the Lieutenant.

“Connor, yah better not tell me what’s in it.”

“I-I wasn’t.”

You chuckled at the two and sat behind your desk feeling more accomplished than having your paperwork completed.

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In the dark. Chapter 1. Unexpected guest

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2000

Summary: One night Morpheus come to you with an unxpected offer. You didn't realize it will change your life forever.

Everything started with a strange feeling of someone’s presence in your room. If you read some mystery stories or watch horror movies, it wouldn’t be a surprise. But you didn't, and so you woke up. And it seemed that in your room was some strange figure, clothed in darkness.

“Who is there?” you asked.

“Don’t be scared”, you heard the deep, velvety voice say.

And you do feel a little bit scared. Someone was in your room! How did he even get here? And who the hell was he?

“Who are you?” you asked. “What do you want?”

“My name is Morpheus”, he replied. “I’m the King of Dreams”.

“Is this a dream inside the dream?” you asked.

“No”, he said, sitting in your chair.

You still can’t see him as tough. You only see his silhouette.

“I need your help”, he said suddenly. “With a personal matter”.

“Oh?” you asked, surprised. “How can I help you?”

“I need to spend some time in your company”, Morpheus said. “But you can’t see me yet. As a reward, you can come to my castle in the Dreaming and spend time there. I know you love to read, so you can read books in my library”.

“That is a very generous offer”, you admitted.

“Indeed”, the man said. “So, what is your answer?”

“Alright, I will help you”, you replied. “My name is Y\N”.

“I know your name”, he said. “I know that you love reading and believe in magic. That is why I chose you”.

“Because I’m not going to freak out?” you smiled.

“Exactly”, it seemed, as he smiled.

“Okay, then let’s talk while you are here”, you suggested. “Because it’s creepy a little bit to sit in silence in the darkness”.

“You shouldn’t do this”, he replied.

“I know, but I would like to, if you don’t mind”, you said.

“Very well”, he said. “I suppose it won’t harm to talk until you fall asleep again”.

“You said about the Dreaming…” you said. “Is it your kingdom?”

“It is”, he replied. "Also, it’s a place where you wonder while asleep. Your mind creates your own place, and I create dreams and nightmares”.

“But if I can wonder there in sleep”, you said.

“I know what you are thinking”, Morpheus replied. “You can’t go to my castle without my permission. And now you have it, if you want it”.

“I want”, you said. “I didn’t even know there was another world, when you can go while you're sleeping. Is it beautiful?”

“It is”, he replied. “Now you need to sleep, little dreamer. And you can see it yourself”.

He did something, and you felt that you were falling asleep.

And you woke up in the library. The biggest library you have ever seen. And there, the woman with dark skin and pointed ears meets you.

“Hello, Y\N”, the woman said. “My name is Lucienne. I’m the librarian of the Dreaming. Lord Morpheus said, "You can visit us”.

“Oh, is he here?” you asked.

“No, he is quite busy at the moment”, she answered, smiling apologetically.

“I see, I can’t see him here too”, you admitted.

“Unfortunately not”, she replied. “But you can find here a book for your liking. There are all the published and unpublished books”.

“Unpublished?” you asked.

“Yes”, she smiled. “Books that existed in the writer’s mind”.

“That’s interesting”, you admitted. “For I have a few unfinished books in my memory. And you are sure that you are okay with that?”

“Yes”, she nodded. “But you can’t bring it to the Waking world”.

“Oh, I see”, you smiled. “That’s okay”.

And you read for a while. Even though Morpheus told you that you could walk through the castle and find its whereabouts, you feel uneasy about going outside the library. And when you woke up in the morning, you remembered everything, but you saw no signs of Morpheus. So maybe it was a really realistic dream after all.

Except it wasn’t a dream. Morpheus appeared in your bedroom the next night. You just felt his presence again.

“I almost began to think that you were a dream”, you admitted.

“Nothing is just a dream”, he replied. “Did you enjoy my library?”

“It’s so great!” you said. “So many books! I’m so grateful that you allowed me to read books there! It’s very kind of you”.

“Lucienne said that you didn’t leave the library”, he said. “Why?”

“I felt it was wrong to just walk around”, you replied. “I know you can’t meet me there either. But I just decided that it would be better to stay in a library”.

“So you want someone to escort you”, he admitted.

“Well”, you said. «Can I go everywhere?”

“And tried not to enter the beach or my room”, he said.

“I will try”, you promised. “Even though I don’t know how to get there. So where are you when you are hiding from me”.

“I’m not hiding from you”, he said. “And I highly recommend you look for me”.

“I won’t, I promise”, you said. “Just curious”.

“It’s time for you to sleep”, he said, and you fell asleep again.

And you appeared in the library again. Lucien smiled at you this time too.

“Welcome back, Y\N”, she said.

“Hello”, you replied. “I suppose Morpheus wasn’t in the mood for talking”.

“Yes, he is not as chatty as his raven said”, she admitted. “It will take some time for him to open up, and only if he likes you”.

“I’m still a little bit surprised that he chose me as his companion”, you noticed.

“So are we”, suddenly the talking raven appeared in the library.

“Wow, you talk”, you said, surprised.

“Let me introduce you, Matthew,”, Lucienne said. “He is Lord Morpheus’ raven, and he will be your guide for today”.

“Oh, so he took my desire to be guided seriously”, you noticed.

“He takes everything seriously”, the bird said. “Nice to meet you, though. But it is quite a nice task, so I’m not complaining. Are you ready to go?”

“I suppose so”, you nodded,

And the two of you left the library. The bird was chatty. He was a human before he died and became a raven.

“So I was surprised that he decided to believe in humans, which were completely unknown to him”, he admitted. “He had never done this before”.

“He made this decision because I believe in magic and won’t freak out when he appears in the room”, you explained.

“He told you that?” he asked.

“Yes”, you said.

“I am surprised that he actually told you something”, he said. “He is always so mysterious and moody. And he doesn’t speak much”.

“Oh yes, I noticed”, you smiled. “But I think it’s actually taking him a lot of time for him to open up and talk to someone”.

“Lucienne said that too”, he agreed.

“Can you tell me about him?” you asked.

“Well, as I said, he is mysterious, but I think he is a little bit depressed”, Matthew replied. “He needs a psychologist, if you ask me”.

"Why is he being depressed?” you asked.

“He is not very good at other emotions”, he said.

You didn’t know what to think. But you were sure Morpheus wasn’t bad. He had never touched you or done anything except put you to sleep. But you thought the reason he picked you was that he was lonely. That is why he has no one to ask for this favor from.

The castle was bigger inside than outside. There were a lot of empty rooms. It looked like Morpheus had hidden everything from you.

“What are you doing anyway in the dark?” Matthew asked.

“Nothing”, you shrugged. “He just sits in front, and sometimes he answers my questions. Or put me to sleep”.

“And no kissing or, you know, sex?” he asked.

"Oh, my god, it was only two nights”, you sighed.

“I don’t know”, he said. “I heard that he is quite romantic. Maybe he will charm you later”.

“I don’t think so”, you replied.

Your next stop was the garden and the whereabouts of the castle. Everything was so wonderful, like something from some fantasy or fairy tale book.

“Wow, it’s really an existing place”, you admitted.

“Of course”, said the raven. “The boss would be offended if you kept thinking that it was unreal”.

“I suppose I’m lucky to be here”, you smiled.

“Indeed you are”, suddenly the man with a pumpkin head appeared.

“Well, hello”, you said, surprised.

“Hi!” he said. “I’m Mervin. The groundskeeper of the Dreaming! And are you Morpheus' new paramour?”

“I’m not”, you said, blushing.

“She is the girl to whom he comes at night”, Matthew admitted.

“It does sound like she is a paramour”, Mervin said.

“We just talk”, you said. “And I don’t know why he does that”.

“Who knows him at all”, agreed Mervin.

And then the morning came very quickly, and in a moment, you woke up in your room. You were lying in the bed for a few minutes, thinking about Morpheus and your tour in the Dreaming. It was too good to believe, but you are not planning to doubt Morpheus anymore.

And so he appeared the next night too. And you weren’t so surprised to see him again. You were even glad.

“Are you going to visit me every night?” you asked playfully.

“Are you already getting tired of me?” he asked in return, very seriously and a little bit disappointed.

“Of course not, no”, you smiled. “It was just a clarification. You didn’t say anything about how long it would take. And also, I wanted to thank you for the guide. I met Matthew and Mervin”.

“Perhaps a month”, he said calmly. “Is it too long?”

“No”, you assured him. “It is alright”.

“Good”, Morpheus nodded.

“You still didn’t tell me anything about you”, you admitted. “We can do this since we are going to spend a month together”.

“It’s not necessary”, he replied.

“No, but it can’t hurt either”, you said. “Just don’t put me to sleep every time. I want to talk to you. Can we do this?”

“If we must”, he said.

“Well, Matthew and Mervin now think that we are a couple”, you begin.

“And why do they think that?” he asked.

“Probably because we spent nights together”, you smiled. “They don’t believe that we just talk. And by the way, your kingdom is beautiful”.

“That is not their business”, he said, a little bit coldly. “Did you talk about me with my subjects?”

“They asked what we were doing, and I said: talking”, you shrugged. “I suppose it’s not the crime. I didn’t say anything else”.

“And what do you want to do?” he asked. “Do you want our meetings to be more intimate? But still in the darkness”.

“Um, I have already told you”, you replied. You were glad that he couldn’t see that you were blushing.

“A talk can be nice for the beginning”.

“Very well”, he agreed.

“Where were you in The Dreaming last night?” you asked. “I am not going to look for you. Just curious”.

“I was working”, he replied. “I still have my responsibilities”.

“Do you like to read?” you asked.

“Yes, sometimes”, he said.

“What else do you like to do?” you asked, wishing to see him.

“I don’t know”, he replied, though.

“Really?” You were surprised. “Do you have a hobby?”

Morpheus replied, "No. “Hobby is what humans are doing in their leisure time. I don’t have leisure time”.

“But what do you like to do?” you asked.

“I didn’t think about it”, It seemed like I heard the sigh.

“Can you read to me?” you asked suddenly.

You didn’t want to tire him out with questions and make him feel uneasy. Maybe reading is going to help him.

“What?” he asked. You heard surprise in his voice.

“Can you read me a book, please?” you repeated. “You have a beautiful voice”.

He kept silence for a minute, but then sighed again. You hoped it wasn’t irritation.

“What book do you want to listen to?” Morpheus asked.

“You can choose the book to your liking”, you replied.

And then he began to read some fairy tales. You doubt it was the story he likes. So maybe he chose the story you liked. It was sweet and thoughtful. And his voice put you to sleep as quickly as his sand.

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#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #the sandman x reader #sandman fanfiction #the sandman

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wordsarelife · 1 year

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS (pt 2)

pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

warning: mentions of sexual themes, angst

note: there will be another part, because it just fits better that way

summary: you don't have much time left to make your relationship public, will Anthony Lockwood comply?

find part one here

you looked down the hall, making sure no one would see you leave Anthony Lockwoods room. the halls were clear and you quietly closed the door turning around and walking against your sister

“y/n!” she exclaimed surprised

“hey Penny” you smiled, stepping a feet to the left to distract her from the fact that you had just left the room of your boyfriend— or better — secret boyfriend

“what were you doing in Anthony Lockwoods room?” she crossed her arms. you should’ve known that it was to no use to lie so you sighed.

before you could answer, she had looked you up and down, noticing your disheveled hair and clothes, and that one strap of your bra was hanging in the mid of your arm, you pulled it up quickly and blushed under her eyes

“oh” she just said, turning angry in the next second, she tried to step around you and enter his room, to probably cuss him out, but you grabbed her arm before she could do so

“he’s showering” you just muttered. it was to no use to say anything else. what she assumed was right, you didn’t need to lie to her

“and he’s—“

“my boyfriend” you concluded

“i already suspected something was going on, all the sneaking out was quite obvious”

“sorry” you smiled softly “i’m not good at climbing out a window so it had to be the front door”

“well, why didn’t you just tell us?” she didn’t seem as angry as before, maybe hurt

“he didn’t want me to” you shrugged “he thought that if it came out then everyone would think he was just where he was because of me and not because of his skill, also he thinks that our relationship wouldn’t be permitted by you, or more so mum and dad”

“sounds reasonable” Penelope seemed to understand where you were coming from. that’s why you had always gotten along great, but now you noticed the worry. “you know that there’s not much time left, right?”

you nodded, sadly, “that’s what i’ve been trying to tell him. but he won’t let me, he doesn’t like to talk about making us public and i respect that, but”

“but there are certain things that come with being a Fittes”

“yes” your lips curved down as you nodded your head “but there’s some time left, Penny and once i tell him, i think dad would deem Anthony as a rightful husband, once the time comes to get married”

“no” Penelope breathed “you don’t understand, y/n. it’s already too late. you’d have to tell dad tonight or else—“ a shiver ran down your spine as your sister looked to the floor

“what is it?” you asked lowly

“Henry Rottwell, he’s here”

“what?” tears glistened in your eyes, as it felt like you had just lost your footing. you grabbed Penelope’s arm tightly, in fear you would fall down if you’d let go.

“but i’m not even eighteen yet”

“dad wants you to have a long engagement, just like James and i had”

“oh god” you breathed “i have to” you turned your head towards the door, leaving the rest of your sentence unfinished

Penelope nodded “tell him everything and make sure that he knows how urgent the situation is”

“but what if that won’t change anything?”

“it will, if he loves you”

“but what if he doesn’t, what do i do then?”

“as much as that may hurt, then you will accept Henry’s proposal and have a happy marriage with him, maybe even a loving one, one day”

“but is maybe enough?”

“it is” she smiled assuringly “but it will always be worth more to have him say those three words” she pointed at the door and took your shoulders, softly pushing you towards it

you knocked and waited impatiently, while Penelope walked down the long hall.

Anthony’s hair was still wet and his tie untied when the door swung open

“n/n!” he exclaimed surprsised and it was like before your world had began to burn

“hi” you replied softly and Anthony’s face grew worried as he noticed the tears streaming down your face. “can i come in?”

“of course” he stepped aside, waiting until you had settled down on the bed, before he sat down across from you

“what is it, love?”

“Penelope saw me leaving your room”

“oh no” he said, already jumping to a conclusion about the nature of your visit

“that’s not the problem”

“it isn’t? but you do want to talk about it again, don’t you?”

“yes—“

“we’ve been through this, y/n” he sighed “actually we’ve been through this just this morning”

“yeah, but this morning i wasn’t about to be shipped off and get married to Rottwell jr” you replied sarcastically, your anger about the situation taking the better if you

“what?” Anthony asked stunned

“sorry, i—“ you breathed, trying to sort your thoughts “it’s just a lot right now. my father is a fan of arranged marriages. first my brother had one, then my sister and now it’s my turn”

“oh” Anthony said “i knew your family was old—fashioned, but that old—fashioned, really?”

“i thought i had time left, Anthony, i really did. and i know that if i told my father about us, he would eventually accept our relationship and we could get married some day”

“so we’d have to get married in a few months or what?”

“no, we could have a long engagement and get married after i finished college”

“and then what? we buy a nice house, settle down and have children?” your heart fluttered, because you thought that he was warming up to the idea

“yeah, eventually”

“i don’t want that, y/n” Anthony said and you swore that you could feel your heart break in that very moment

“what?” you asked, unsure if you had heard him right

“that’s not the life i want, n/n” he repeated

“that’s not the life you want? or that’s not the life you want with me?” you hoped he would say something, anything, but he kept quiet, which was answer enough

“do you love me, Anthony Lockwood?” you asked standing up from his bed, another set of tears streaming down your cheeks, as you watched his eyes find the floor beneath you. “do you want me to get married to some douchebag and be shipped off to god knows where? do you want that?”

“of course i don’t, but at least you’d have anything you’d need. with a husband like Henry Rottwell, there’s nothing in your way”

“but i don’t want that, i only want you”

“yeah, maybe now”

“not just now, okay? i love you” you started sobbing and your heart broke even more at his expression. he smiled softly, like he was trying to soothe you, like it wasn’t even hard for him

“it’ll go away” he said softly and you looked at him in betrayal

“do you love me?” you repeated the question from earlier and the silence that followed pierced through your heart like a gun that had been fired at you. “i’ll leave you to it then” you muttered quietly and you could’ve sworn that it would’ve taken you longer to leave the room than it actually did, considering all the pieces of your heart, you had to pick off the floor and fit back into your chest.

maybe those pieces just stayed there with him, in this room, in this house that had caused you pain, now that you learned what it felt like to have loved and lost.

maybe Penelope was right and that maybe that you would have with Henry Rottwell would be enough. it probably would never be like what you had with Anthony, but you had no other choice.

at least you knew Henry, he was nice for the most part, a bit pretentious at times, but he was alright and he respected you, at least you would marry a friend and maybe you could even love him some day.

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paperstarwriters · 3 months

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa almost forgot to submit my Vesuvia weekly WIP!!!

It’s uh wholly unfinished and increadibly sloppy but Brainrot said WIPs are ok so I’m throwing this up I guess lol. I'll finish it when my exams are done! ...hopefully.

How to hold your loved ones

Muriel x reader x (unfinished)

Angst (though will eventually have a happy ending! If I write it :/ )

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Are you struggling to show affection to the one you live the most? Are you longing for the chance to hold them to keep them close and express your fondness and affection in a manner often argued to be the most simple and widely applicable of methods? Then boy do we have the form of affection for you!

A Hug!!

Now, you may be thinking to yourself, “well duh, I know what a hug is!” But wait!

Have you never encountered a social situation where you feel that need to express affection to the ones you love but you feel convinced that rather than your affection they need more space and time to themself rather than your clinginess? Have they (or you!) expressed more than once that space is needed and that they would rather spend time away from you rather than with you? Does it break your heart and twist your guts to see them face their inner demons all on their own and insist that it’s for the better, or do you perhaps do this and try to apply the same to them, thinking that they like you might need the space even if you crave the affection, even if it hurts more than it helps when your all alone.

Do you ever find yourself thinking: “I shouldn’t show my affection… I’m not…. I don’t deserve that right. I don’t have that right…” or “they need something better than me right now….” or “they… they don’t want me.”

Well do I have the solution for you! In just three easy steps you too can figure out how to hold your loved one and show all that affection you so longed to give them!

So what are we waiting for? Let’s begin!

How to hold your loved one:

Step 1: Don’t.

You’ve gone too far.

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How to hold your loved one:

Find them first. You can't exactly hold someone who isn't there. Search the space you once shared together. Look for them in the remnants of all their familiar items, their clothes, their trinkets. It's little things, things that make you want to hold them more. You can hold onto these, a feeble substitute, but ample for now. It gives you drive to find them. You need to find them. Sometimes you don't find them right away, anyways. Sometimes you find them in bits and pieces. Sometimes you find them by their fingertips, sometimes you find them by their voice. Find them regardless, and collect whatever pieces you can find. Hand, wrist.... ...head.... ...This should be enough.

Cradle them in your arms. This is not quite holding, this is not quite what you desired, this is not the objective you sought to reach, but it is close enough. A faint substitute like clothes. You will not be satisfied. You will have to let go eventually.

Do not let go. Hold on. As tightly as you can, as tightly as you can manage. Hold on. Something is coming, something big is approaching, hold onto them when the shadows overtake you, when the water fills your lungs, when it pours from your face, when it drips from theirs. Hold them. It's the only thing you can do right now.

Remember that this isn't the first time it's happened. Remember that there is more you can do. More you must do.

Run. Cry. Do something. Anything. Don't just—

Muriel gasps when he clambers out from between the looming forest's trees. He holds you, shattered as you are, cradling you against his chest, as you sleep, as your eyes remain closed to all the world, as you lie in a state he cannot name in fear that it may be true, in fear that it may be real. It can't be real. If it's real he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what he would do.

Scream. He thinks distantly. Maybe I'd scream. If it was true... If it was true he would have screamed by now perhaps. Surely yes. He hasn't screamed yet so it's not. It's not true yet, it's not true yet. It's not true yet.

Muriel cradles the back of your head, presses his hand over the bleeding wound, tries to staunch the flow that drips down your spine. He holds you to his chest, as if hearing his heartbeat would remind yours to beat. He runs to grab the bandages.

Gauze is pressed firm against the wound, and bandages are wrapped tight around your head. Stop the bleeding. To stop the bleeding. To stop you from loosing more...

...Whatever this was.

White bandages soak black, as they absorb the fluids that drip from somewhere in your skull. Something morbid in his mind considers if it's your brains, but he knows better than that. He's witnessed it first hand, he's seen the gore before. This is something else. This is something new. It's not blood it's not gore it's—

Magic.

Inanna, behind him, stares, fur bristling and teeth bared, ears pressed flat against her neck. She snarls, eyes bright and teeth snapping and gashing at something he cannot see.

No, something he fails to pay attention to.

Blackness seeps through the bandage, it continues to drip down to the floor, running down the rivulets of your skin, the soft dents left by your spine. It flows and bubbles from in between his fingers, and for just one moment, Muriel leans back. He lets go of you—only with one arm, he still holds you by the other—to examine the fluids that drip from your wounds.

Slick like oil, he rubs the shadows from between his fingers, and watches as it lights up in a familiar myriad of colours, iridescent, lIke opal, a culmination of colours that ripple in the palm of his hand. Magic. Your magic. The Fool's magic, Asra had mentioned once.

And the stone sinks down his stomach.

He rips the bandages open but doesn’t dare tear the fabric away.

"Careful!" Inanna barks, but he can’t afford that, not now, not when something is eating your magic, not when you’re made of magic.

Asra had told him about it once, that your magic was so different in your revived state. Not only from its colour but the sheer overflowing amount of it, the endless shapes it could take, and the way once your arm had gotten caught in the midst of a spell, how the magic tore away your flesh to reveal iridescent opal beneath.

You bleed like a human, you cry, you get dizzy you have stomach aches, you have all the human parts, but this…

Perhaps it’s what ties you here, perhaps it lets you exist, but regardless of the fact, it is something you can’t afford to loose. Something he can’t afford to loose.

You.

White bandages soak black as Muriel presses the fabric against the wound. With furious motions his ands sweep down to wipe the ink off your back, to free your spine from its clutches before the shadows eat there too. Already your skin looks discoloured beneath its ministrations raw like a rash, like someone had torn up the surface of your skin, revealing softer raw layers just beneath. But thin bandages are not enough, and Muriel scrambles to find fabrics that could soak the shadows from your wound.

“Inanna” he pleads.

"Yes" she replies. And out the door she bounds, nose to the grass already searching for the plant that they need.

Something that the fae would find unpleasant. Something that would make magic reel.

But for now he needs something to these shadows away.

Muriel chucks the soaked bandages into the fire and watches for a moment as it roars in reply, casting deep shadows to leap up at the walls. He turns your back towards the light and watches as the fae leap from their hiding places scurrying away from the ferocious burn.

With the nearest cloth he can get, already clutched tight in his hands, Muriel soaks absorbs the shadows into the fabric and watches as they readily retreat into the coloured cloth.

His stomach twists just a bit as he realizes what he’s using, what’s in his hands and what now will have to be thrown into the flames. A shirt of yours, well worn and well loved, and something he’d steal to keep him company when you were away. He had stolen it now—earlier. Pilfered it from your shared pile of dirty clothes and held it tight in his arms when you had fled into the woods. When he had thought it best to give you your space, even as you sobbed, even as his chest ached knowing he was the cause.

He did this to you.

He....he knew you had been upset, he knew that you had been struggling with... Something, and yet he never asked you what it was, he never reached out, even when, if it were him, you would have reached out for him, you would have stood as an anchor for him, a place for him to think safely, a place to keep him from drowning. He knew how it felt to get stuck in his own mind, to feel so distant from any aid or help, helpless to your thoughts, foaming at the mouth with all the things you can no longer say. The fear of distain of rejection, he knows it all so, so well.

And yet, even as he saw you suffer, he sat back on his haunches and thought, maybe you need some space.

He could have asked at the very least. He could have asked.

He could have asked how you were feeling, or even just your day had been.

He could have asked where you were going.

He could have apologized.

He could have done something.

Why didn’t he ever act until it was too late?

The fabric of that shirt of yours is thoroughly soaked through. And though his stomach twists as he does it, he casts the fabric into the fire, letting it burn, and letting the fae burn along with it. The shadows leap at the growing flames but the fire itself illuminates it's surroundings, creating no shadow of it's own, no trace that would lead him to believe that the fae had somehow managed to scramble away from it's burning fate. It's a cruel fate, but he's already made the mistake of choosing your shirt over you. .

This time the next closest cloth item is one of his shirts, and Muriel is all too eager to soak this one, and cast it into the flame. A trickle no longer runs it's way down your spine, and the flow is growing noticeably slower, but Muriel's back still tickles with anxiety still fearful that he may make the mistake of letting go too soon, of lowering his guard only to let your condition get worse.

A trickle of water drips down your cheek, and warmth slowly begins to return to your limbs, sounds slowly returning to your voice, even if only in the forms of sniffles and whimpers.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, and his heart aches at the question. Do you even know he's here? Was this what you were sobbing all alone in the forest?

“I’m so sorry.” What we’re you even sorry about? He was the one to blame here. He was neglectful, he was ignorant to your stressors or… or something he did had set you off. That had to be it wasn’t it?

Perhaps you saw him and thought he was angry at you somehow. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened…

But didn’t you know him? Weren’t you…familiar with him by now? Or did he just…..

#x reader #reader insert #Muriel x reader #Muriel the arcana #Muriel #the arcana muriel #the arcana muriel x reader #the arcana #Muriel the mountain man #Muriel the hermit #muriel of the kokkhuri #muriel arcana #muriel the hermit #vesuvia weekly #hold the LI

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soap143 · 5 months

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hiiiiii I was wondering if you would want to write about lee! hyunjin? maybe something similar the chan story but hyunjin has to paint while tickled or there's a belt that's ticklish which he has to wear while dancing??

if you don't want to you don't have to write it :)))

thank youuuu

AAAAH I love this idea! I hope you won’t mind that I wrote this for the “Eye for an eye” series. I just think this concept really fits in here. Happy reading! (just a quick lil reminder that you should read Challenge before or after this fic)

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Eye for an eye

pt. 2

lee!hyunjin

ler!chan

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Ever since Chan had gotten revenge on the first kid, the rest had been avoiding him in fear of being mercilessly wrecked. Minho, being the amazing lee he was, ratted out the leader’s plan immediately, causing everyone to never let their guard down.

However, this evening he was completely alone with Hyunjin in the dorm. Changbin and Han convinced Chan to stay home while they finish up all the work. The oldest smirked, plotting his sweet revenge…

He thought that Hyunjin was scrolling on social media or wasting his precious free evening doing something useless, but was pleasantly surprised to see the exact opposite “Woah, you’re… painting? Should I-” the kangaroo’s sentence was cut short as Jinnie groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance “Can you please leave? I’m really focused on finishing this painting. I’ll post it on instagram later for STAY to see.”

“God forbid me from disturbing you, my prince! Don’t you remember what you and the kids did to me last week? I thought Lee Know had told you.” Chan mocked, inching closer to his future victim.

“Haha, very funny. You can’t tickle me now. The paint. It’s gonna get everywhere. You’re gonna ruin my painting. I’ll die.” Hyunjin brainstormed ramdom ideas to get his hyung away from his ticklish self.

The aussie nonchalantly grabbed an empty canvas and a chair, walking towards the ferret. He placed the chair behind the painter and the canvas in front, replacing the unfinished painting with it.

“I think STAY would love to see how to paint a simple auto portrait… While being tickled.” the shorter stated, wrapping his fingers around Jinnie’s sides, not doing anything yet.

Hyunjin gulped, dipping his dirty paintbrush into a cup, filled with water. Then, he patted it dry onto a piece of paper. Lastly, he proceeded to grab quite a generous amount of paint onto his brush.

For STAY…

He started slowly with his face. It was just a simple little sketch, nothing too important anyway, so he didn’t really care about proportions. He was about to get tickled, so it would surely get ruined anyway.

As he was finishing up his chin and starting on the jaw, he felt a quick jab on his side, causing him to jerk the opposite way “Yah! Thankfully, the brush wasn’t on the canvas… I almost ruined it because of you!” Hyunjin whined.

The person responsable for the tall boy’s screams just snickered, poking him once again.The artists tried to protect his sensitive torso with one hand and paint with the other.

As Jinnie hurriedly drew the ears, Chan properly dug into the vulnerable spot, making Hyunjin flinch harshly “CHAN! Now you’ve ruined it! Do you see this big, dark line? That’s your fault!” the ferret dramatically gasped, repeatedly pointing at the horrible mistake.

“Excuse me? Chan? It’s hyung to you!” the shorter pointed out, shoving his wiggly fingers under the younger’s arms “YAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOP! IHIHI MUHUHUHUHUHST FIHIHIHIHIHINISH THIHIHIHIHS HAHAHAHA!” the tallest member in Stray Kids yelped, twisting side to side.

To his disadvantage, the aussie wasn’t in the mood to show any mercy “Remeber how you tickled me without letting me sing those beutiful lyrics out? I was dying, yet none of you stopped for even a minute to let me push those words out. Have a taste of your own medicine, Jinnie. Eye for an eye…” Chan ranted, drilling in between the long haired boy’s ribs.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, IHIHIHIHI REHEHEHEHEALY HAHAHAHAVE TOHOHOHOHO- NOHOHOHOHO!” the talented painter tried to squeak his sentence out, only to be cut off by his own crazy cackles “Get to drawing, I really wanna see that beutiful result of your talent~” the kangaroo teased, mocking the way Hyunjin and kids tormented him.

The ferret quickly grabbed the paintbrush, splashing some abstract stains of paint, trying to resemble his hair “Wow, are those your beutiful locks of hair?” the older teasingly questioned the colourful puddles.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHHAHAN’T- UGH! STOHOHOHOHOP, YOUHUHUH’RE ANOHOHOHOHOHYING!” the dancer tried to argue with the older, but was far too ticklish for that “Where are those beutiful eyes of yours? And your neck? I think you should draw yourself wearing a beutiful polo-shirt.” Chan suggested, squeezing his lee’s lower back.

Hyunjin went bonkers when the chosen spot was mercilessly attacked. In fact, he even got some paint on his face.

In a desperate act, he snatched his painting tool and smuthered his not-so-empty canvas in random strokes. Most of them were unsuccessful, landing nowhere near the face. He tried once more, this time making them look somewhat close to a nose, eye and a singular eyebrow.

“You’re doing great! Just finish up the other half of the face and you’ll be done!” Channie commented, grabbing the top of the dancer’s thighs and pushing his fingers rapidly in and out of the flesh. The worst part: one hand was being so painfully gentle and the other seemed to be melting into the ticklish skin with its aggressiveness.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOK O-OHOHOK IHIHIHIHIHI’M DO-DOHOHOHOHONE!” the younger announced “Nu-uh. The head, it’s floating. You better add a neck before it falls to the ground!”

The painting in question was full of uneven lines, some of them not even properly connecting. Hyunjin’s supposed face was half empty. Not to mention that it was covered in zig-zaggy strokes, most of which went over the line that separated the visage from the backround. The backround in question was covered with those exact same abstract, uneven strokes, lines and stains of paint.

Both of the boys stopped to admire their work. It seemed so… Modern “Look at what we’ve created…” Chan dramatically sighed in admiration “Excuse me? Who’s we? This is all my job!” Hyunjin tried to protest, only to be lowered back down by a few pokes to the side.

“STAY is gonna love this!” the aussie exclaimed, suddenly taking out his phone and stopping the video recording “YOU FILMED THAT?!” the artist roared “You filmed me! And posted it. This is called revenge!” the leader snickered, running away to hide into the safety of his room, before the taller boy could catch up.

That very same evening, Hyunjin’s instagram account was updated with two posts. One with the original painting he was working on, and the other painting: which his oldest hyung helped him make…

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Hope you enjoyed! Do you guys like this series and concept? Me personally, I love these shorter fics. Can’t wait to write more. Have a good day/night!❤️🙂

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Avatrice + unfinished business

ps - sorry you’re having a crappy day, pal

[forgive me distant wars (for bringing flowers home) - ao3]

to unravel a torment you must begin somewhere

— louise bourgeois

‘hey,’ you say, sitting back down in the seat next to bea. the last battle has been won; the war is over. to you, at least right now, it feels like the happiest thing you could ever imagine: getting to leave the ruins behind, getting to spend the rest of your life — hopefully a long and mundane one — growing old with this person you love so deeply. lilith was helping deal with some residuals in spain, and so it was just easier to take a flight instead of teleporting, even though you have to fly across the atlantic and then a whole continent. it feels normal; it feels like something people who have never seen a demon, or come back from the dead, or fought in a holy war, or worn a crown of thorns, or watched someone they love die — it feels like something normal people do.

it’s your first time on a plane, and camila had, kindly, gotten you first class tickets, mostly because beatrice’s arm is broken and tender and in a new cast, tucked away in a sling across her chest. it’s not the time to be excited, you get it, but you’re flying on an airplane and you guess bea has flown a million times but the safety speech and takeoff and little peanuts and glass of champagne the flight attendant offers you, the little travel pillow and the fact that you can watch ocean’s 8 on your own personal little tv is… pretty fucking cool.

beatrice hasn’t talked much; there are dark circles under her eyes and she hadn’t protested when you’d handed her a warm, comfortable cotton sweater and a pair of loose pants, soft socks and birkenstocks, some of her favorites from california, to wear on the flight back — home, you think, for as long as beatrice wants to stay there, getting to be in the sun and laughing with friends she’d made. she hadn’t bothered to put on a bra, mostly, you think, because of the painful, deep bruises along her ribs: she doesn’t have the halo, and she’s deadly and skilled, but still. for as much as you got hit — and walked through fucking fire, swear to god — she’s human, and she needs time to heal.

‘hi ava,’ she says, eventually, rough and quiet, forcing a smile. you’re not quite sure what’s going on, probably mostly that she’s tired and sore, but you have time to figure it out. you know she has nightmares, all kinds, and that she has no plan, so far, to reconcile with her parents; you’re not sure, not anymore, where she stands with her faith. you remember waking up from dying, the first time, alone in a morgue and absolutely terrified, and you think maybe she feels a little like that: confused, and lost, and overwhelmed with a wonder that sits in her hands with nowhere, quite yet, to go.

‘you doing okay? did you eat? are you cold? do you need more ibuprofen?’

her smile turns real, and soft, a little sad, and she brings her fingers to trace the newly stitched skin on your face: someone with a divinium knife, a lucky strike through your brow and across the bridge of your nose. in your opinion, it’s pretty badass and, honestly, you don’t mind emerging from a holy war with a scar. it’s a reminder, that you were strong, that you’re still human, in the ways that matter at least: you need to breathe and you can bleed and be hurt and heal; you can love and care. ‘no, thank you,’ she says, then rubs your cheekbone gently with her thumb before putting her hand back in her lap. ‘i’m doing fine.’

you definitely don’t believe her: beatrice, when she’s really fine, smiles and laughs quietly at horrible reality tv, and gets up at the ass crack of dawn to surf before coming back inside and going right back to sleep until noon. she goes to trivia nights at the outdoor foodcourt near your house with extreme, unwavering intensity, and she touches you whenever she wants. ‘okay.’ you adjust the blanket over her lap, just to have something to do, and she leans into you a little bit. ‘when’s the last time you slept?’

‘i’m fine, darling. really.’

‘you know that i know you, right?’

she sighs. ‘i just — i want to be back at the house.’

you don’t miss her reluctance to call it home: residual fear, or a little bit of shame, you’re not sure, but it makes you ache for her. ‘ugh, i miss our bed. and our kitchen, even if what i mostly do is heat up leftovers.’

‘we do have an impressive microwave.’

you smile, and you lace your fingers with hers. ‘we can talk about this later, but — do you want to stay? have you thought about it at all?’

she waits a beat, swallows. ‘i do, want to stay.’ i built myself a life; i built a life where there was room for you in it, immediately; i built us a life, you know she means, but can’t quite speak it aloud. ‘maybe we can look at houses to buy, in a few weeks. i’d like to stay on the water.’

‘well, i, for one, think that the pope should definitely comp a really beautiful beach house for us.’

she laughs quietly, tired, but with humor nonetheless. ‘either the pope or my trust fund.’

‘delightful either way, in my opinion.’

she smiles.

‘hey, i was gonna say, you can sleep, if you want. there’s a few hours before we land, i’ll stay awake.’

‘no, that’s okay.’ she sits up straighter and rubs her eyes. ‘you can nap.’

sometimes you want to shake her, or yell at her, or pick a fight: let me take care of you, you want to say, until she lets you the way she deserves. it scares you, now, the exhausted lilt to her shoulders, the slump in her spine. before, when you had just come back, she was quiet and reserved, still, in ways you think she probably always will be, part of her nature — but she let you order way too much food, and she happily slept in, and let her hair grow long and light and tangle in the salt air. she rested, and she laughed, and there was a looming threat on the horizon but she was so present, so very real. it scares you because the war is over but there’s a weight to her, a vigilance and a sadness, a grief — even though she kisses you with joy and tenderness and the sure promise of forever; she had called you, easily, your life partner at an airport cafe earlier — like her brain hasn’t quite caught up with the fact that she’s safe. there is no more unfinished business: you both made it out alive.

‘maybe we can watch a movie together? or a show, whatever you want.’

‘well,’ she says, ‘i am behind on all of my housewives.’

‘perfect.’ you find it on the little screen in front of you and hand her one her your ear buds. ‘what are lisa and heather fighting about now?’

ray, one of bea’s best friends and, now, one of your good friends too, has been watching the house for you, and you had texted her before you’d left out of paris that you’d both had a few injuries but nothing major, and not to worry when you get back. she knows, vaguely, about your pasts and your job, as much as you could really explain without putting her into danger. but, still, she grimaces when she comes outside to help you take your bags in once your uber drops you off from lax.

she gives you a tight hug, which you welcome — this is a life, separate from angels and demons and violence in the form of dying; violence in the form of resurrection. bea hesitates for a moment but then lets ray wrap her up in her arms, as tightly as she can without hurting her, right in your driveway. the air smells like the sea and the sage planted in the yard, and it’s cool as the sun goes down.

‘i’m glad you’re back,’ she says. you’re grateful for her, and all the friends bea had made while you were gone — ray means i love you but sometimes bea needs a minute to catch up, and you love that people know her well enough to understand. ‘come on, let’s get you inside. ava, do you want to help me make dinner?’

‘i can help,’ bea offers.

ray shakes her head. ‘nope. you can shower and lie down, and ava can come get you when we’re done.’

bea frowns. ‘you’re sure?’

‘yes.’ ray gets bea’s suitcase and starts to walk inside. ‘you can come relax on the couch if you want, but i know you haven’t slept well in a long time, and you’re hurt.’ bea bites her bottom lip, like she wants to argue but knows she won’t win. ‘plus, ava needs to learn how to make my abuelita’s guacamole for you.’

‘okay,’ beatrice says, running a gentle hand along the picture in the frame on your entryway table, next to a small, misshapen bowl that you’d made in a pottery class that holds your keys. there’s no dust on anything, and there’s a profound sense of grace: you know that ray had cleaned, had kept fresh food in the fridge, had opened the doors every day to let the ocean air in. ‘okay.’

beatrice pads down the stairs just as you’re crying from cutting an onion, laughing from it, garlic and peppers roasting on the stove. you’d helped her up to your room before, and you think she almost started crying when she’d sat down on your bed to take her socks off. you’d kissed her forehead. now, she’s in an old pair of her running shorts, her favorite hoodie, comfortable socks; her hair is in a damp bun and, even though she doesn’t look less exhausted, she does look like herself.

you smile at her and she waves, kind of dorky, and then settles down on the couch. you’d put a gentle record on before you’d started cooking, and you don’t need to walk around the couch to know exactly how she’s curling up, careful of her wrist in its cast and sling, how, if you’re lucky, she’s let her eyes fall closed.

‘i recorded some matches from the open,’ ray says, ‘if you want to turn one on.’

bea lifts her good arm with a dorky thumbs up, which you love, and then you hear the little click of the remote as she navigates through your apps and opens the right one to stream. everything smells so good, and you can hear the ocean outside, and beatrice loves to watch tennis; if it’s on, she often does while you’re making dinner as the day winds down. ray teaches you how to smash avocado properly and you add in the chiles and garlic and lime juice, when you squeeze it, gets in a little hangnail you have and stings, just for a moment, and you put your finger in your mouth and wait for the halo to soothe it. beatrice is fast asleep on the couch, you see when you walk over; you take a soft blanket, neatly folded, off the back, and drape it over her gently. bea curls up when she sleeps, small and contained, on her side, her hands tucked neatly under her chin.

you love her, and the war is over; you won.

when you wake her a few minutes later, she flinches away from your hand.

when you wake up the next morning, early, beatrice is already gone. the sheets are cold when you reach out and touch them, but it doesn’t terrifying or even surprise you: she’d eaten dinner quietly and then gone up to bed; she had been under the duvet and asleep by the time you finished cleaning up and had a beer with ray. now, after you put on a thick sweater and a beanie and make coffee in two to-go mugs, she’s right where you thought she would be. her back is a little hunched and she’s just in a t-shirt, even though it’s freezing cold before the sun has washed over the coast with its warmth.

you’re definitely not a stealthy person to begin with, which is fine, especially now, but you make sure to be as loud as possible before you sit down beside her. she smiles at you, looking even more tired than she did yesterday, you wonder if she really slept at all last night. but, still, she kisses you softly when you hand her her mug.

‘you’re not wearing your sling.’

‘good morning to you too, ava.’

you roll your eyes. ‘hi, love of my life. you’re not wearing your sling.’

she shrugs, trains her gaze back on the water, the incoming set and her friends on their boards in the distance. ‘wasn’t feeling as sore.’

‘you know i don’t believe you.’

she takes a sip of her coffee, hums quietly: you know you got the oat milk ratio right, and you know she had missed it.

‘are you… unhappy?’

‘no,’ she says, more intense than you had anticipated, looking more alive than you had seen her in days, weeks maybe. she turns toward you and seriously cups your face in her palm. ‘no, ava, i — i am so happy. all i want is this life with you, to build our home.’ her eyes fill with tears and her lower lip starts to tremble. ‘i just — i’m so tired, and i feel so overwhelmed.’

’okay.’ you soothe your fingers over her collarbone, take note of how cold her skin is to the touch. ‘that’s okay. i’m here for it all, you know that, right?’

she swallows. ‘i do, yes. thank you.’

‘no need to thank me.’ you kiss the tip of her nose and her smile, for a flash, turns real. ‘i love you. and, honestly, when i got back, i was really surprised how well-adjusted you were. you have to feel overwhelmed and weird at some point.’ you pair it with a cheeky grin, one you know will soften the blow; one you know will help her feel good, and loved, and cared for: nothing about her is a flaw.

‘i suppose.’

‘it’s okay, how you feel. we’ll figure it out.’

she nods. ‘okay.’

‘for now —‘ you stand and then offer your hand to help her up — ‘let’s get you inside, or at least into a hoodie. you’ve gotta be freezing.’

it seems to occur to her, all of a sudden, that she’s in shorts and a t-shirt. ‘oh.’

you make a big show of brushing sand off your butt, which makes her smile, genuinely, and then she eagerly laces your fingers together.

‘wanna get breakfast burritos? oh, or donuts. beatrice, both?’

she pauses to kiss you, gently. ‘we can get everything you want, darling.’

you let out a whoop, probably far too loud for this early, but it makes her laugh, and you really don’t care about anything else.

‘what… are you doing?’

beatrice finishes knotting her obi with one sure hand, the other clumsy in her cast. it’s been two days and, mostly, you’ve gotten her to nap with you a few times; you’ve ordered in your favorite foods and she’s done your laundry — you were banned from helping ages ago — and gone to her favorite bookstore, her favorite coffee shop, your bar where they were thrilled to see you back and already tried to get you back on the schedule. it’s been two days and you’re home and safe but you’re starting to think that, in some ways, at least, beatrice can’t quite believe that she is: she hasn’t touched you since the night before the final battle. she hasn’t let you touch her.

‘going to the dojo,’ she says, like this is an obvious, logical thing for her to do right now.

‘beatrice.’ you walk toward her, standing still in the middle of your big closet. ‘you’re hurt.’

‘i’ve had worse,’ she tells you, clipped and annoyed and maybe, maybe, a little scared.

‘baby.’

she shakes her head and moves away from you; you’d seen her ribs, just this morning, the big bruise that runs their length still purpling, green around the edges, spreading all along her side. it’s been four days since she broke her arm — in three places, dr. salvius had said when she put the x-ray up on the screen: the tender marrowbones, the wrist, ulna and radius, rendered in black and white, the cracks plain to see, others more faded, healed reluctantly in their wake.

‘ava,’ she says sharply. ‘i’m fine. i’m just going to run through some kata. it’ll help me feel less stiff.’

you somehow don’t believe her, but, ‘okay, i guess. but, promise to be gentle to yourself?’

she smiles, not reaching her eyes. ‘sure.’

‘will keiko be there?’

‘yes.’

‘okay, he’s my favorite. i trust him to not let you get even more hurt.’

‘i really am just stiff.’ you know that’s not true; she’s taken advil ever six hours since you’d been back, precise and necessary. keiko is her preferred sparring partner, and a good friend, so you figure you can text him if you have to.

‘let me pick you up afterward? we can grab lunch.’

she agrees easily with a nod, and then steps toward you and runs a hand through your hair tenderly before she kisses you.

‘i just — i just want you to be okay.’

‘i will be, she says. ‘i always am.’

‘so, beatrice,’ keiko says, smiling happily now that the two of you are back, relaxed at a table at your favorite cafe by the water, ‘what’s your favorite thing about ava?’

‘my boobs, definitely,’ you say immediately. you’re extremely confident in your answer.

beatrice, instead of laughing, only looks down at her lap with a frown. ‘i was going to say your joy.’ it’s quiet, and way too sincere for the moment, really. you take her hand gently and kiss her knuckles, littered with white scars.

‘that’s very gay,’ keiko says, his perfect smile on display, although when he glances at you, you can tell that he’s worried too. ‘both of your answers, honestly.’

you laugh but bea hasn’t looked up from her lap.

‘i’m gonna go to the bathroom, or maybe go flirt with our server; he’s yummy,’ keiko says, and you squeeze his in thanks as he leave.

you crowd into beatrice’s space, duck so you can rest your forehead against hers. ‘hey, bea.’

she sniffles in response and your heart aches for her.

‘i’m sorry i made a stupid joke about my boobs, but — what’s going on?’ keiko had told you, while you’d sent bea to get a table, that she had asked to train with him, even with her cast. he hadn’t known about her ribs, but he’s trained with beatrice for a while, so he knows enough of her movements, and her responsibilities and past, that you’re sure he was able to tell.

‘i really love you. i’m really happy, i am. i want —‘ she sniffles — ‘i want to feel it, i want to touch you. i just — it’s like someone moved all the furniture two inches; i feel off. like nothing is… real.’

it doesn’t quite make sense to you, but that doesn’t really matter: beatrice is hurting, and confused, and, she’s your partner. you will be there for her; you will help her as best you can; you will love her, steadfastly, like she’s always loved you. ‘we can make sure you’re safe, and we’ll figure it out, okay?’

she swallows and wipes her tears, then nods. ‘yeah, okay.’

‘i love you. i’m in it with you.’

‘i love you too.’

you squeeze her hand. ‘so, do you want me to feign an emergency or do you want to finish lunch with keiko? you know i have a flair for the dramatic.’

it gets her to laugh, which settles your nerves: she’s the person you want to spend your life with, the one you know the best. ‘you don’t say.’

‘whatever. so?’

‘let’s finish lunch. then i need to nap, with some advil. to be honest, i should not have done all i did today.’

‘you don’t say.’

she rolls her eyes, but then she smooths her thumb over your cheek. ‘thank you, ava.’

‘dude. always.’

‘dude?’

‘whatever.’

things get better, of course they do: beatrice is gentle and wonderful, as she always has been. sometimes she wakes up early to watch the sunrise and say hi to her friends surfing; sometimes she sleeps late like she prefers. she makes dinner with you, and you convince her to go shopping even though she insists that you have more than enough clothes. you go to see a sparks game with a few of your friends, court side because you can, because you get to live your life now; you get to eat cotton candy and tell bea which players you think are the hottest and watch her laugh, watch her light up, watch her get dressed carefully in soft clothes and hold your hand at dinner, on top of the table. sometimes it feels like nothing can touch you, not anymore. you fall asleep on the couch one night playing with her hair, and when you wake up later, in bed, she’s awake, looking at you softly.

‘you carried me up here?’

she nods, like there was no other option. beatrice has loved you grandly before; beatrice has fought her way through men who wanted to kill her, just to hold you for a few minutes, just to say goodbye. she’s always been quiet but there had been, during the war, a devotion and reverence that made you want to press her up against a wall and kiss her until she forgot the blood and the burn and there was only the moon through the gossamer curtains, until there was only your mouths and the histories hidden in them. sometimes, when she makes you coffee when she gets in from the beach, or settles between your legs while you’re lounging on the balcony, kisses your collarbone and then situates herself, opens a book and rests a gentle hand on your knee — sometimes you think this is the way she was meant to love. this is the way she was meant to love you: in the mundanity and the laughter. she was meant to love you in the light.

you drift away from beatrice in the whole foods by your house, mostly so you can pick out a bunch of chocolate without her grumbling, and also so you can watch her carefully inspect plums, holding them gently in her palm and smiling a little when she thinks she’s found the best one. she’s in a hoodie and shorts, her long hair braided neatly, soft and sleepy and so beautiful. you wait for a few moments and let yourself yearn for her, let yourself feel her absence, just for a second, just so you can return to it in all its warmth.

she’s moved on to inspecting peaches when you walk up behind her and hug her, and then, all of a sudden, you’re slammed onto your back, plums everywhere around you. it takes your brain a second to catch up, but then there’s bea’s horrified face above you and a few people looking on in concern.

‘ava,’ she says, her eyes filling with tears; she brings a shaking hand to your cheek but then snatches it away, ashamed. ‘ava, i’m so, so sorry — i —‘

‘hey, it’s okay, i’m fine.’ you sit up and then stand; you help her pick up the few plums that have fallen and then tug on her hand, get her to abandon the basket even though she tries to argue, and you walk out into the sun. she’s breathing hard, her chest heaving, and you hurry to your car, where you take the keys from her pocket and then get her into the passenger seat. ‘breathe, bea.’ she shakes her head and she’s crying now; you don’t know exactly what’s happening, but she’s hyperventilating and you gently push her head forward, between her knees, and run your hand along her spine. sometimes, after nightmares, you feel panicked, so you know at least a few things to try to help her calm down. ‘bea, what noises do you hear right now? can you tell me five?’

there’s a few ragged breaths but then she says, ‘a car alarm,’ and you know that she can do it. she gets through sound and smell before she sits up and then you get in the driver’s seat but you still hold her hand as she tells you five things she sees, her breathing returning to normal. you open a bottle of water and hand it to her, and she takes a few sips before turning to you.

‘are you okay?’

‘yeah,’ you say, ‘i’m fine, truly. not a scratch or a bruise. you’re losing your touch.’

‘ava.’ her lip trembles. ‘i — i don’t know what’s happening.’

‘well, we fought a war,’ you say, and you put your hand on her cheek and run your thumb under her eyes. ‘and you were fighting for a long time before that. so now, maybe you’re just having a hard time catching up to it being over.’

‘but —‘ she clenches her jaw — ‘it is over, and i know that.’

‘yeah, i know you do. but you know that bodies and brains aren’t like that, all the time. i know you know that.’

‘i just — this isn’t who i am. this isn’t what i’m like. i should be feeling happy, and grateful, and just planning the future with you, and for myself, but then —‘ she looks out the window, away from you — ‘then i don’t know what’s real, or i’m so scared.’

‘beatrice.’ you wait for her to meet your gaze. ‘we’ll figure it out. i have my stuff too, and you know that. and i know that you don’t love me any less for it.’

‘i would never.’

‘yeah, so — i love you. no matter what. i love you.’

‘i’m really, really sorry.’

‘it’s okay.’ she takes another sip of the water and slumps in the seat, drained. ‘also, i stole that, so now i’ve officially shoplifted something. bucket list item completed.’

bea snorts a laugh. ’that was not on your bucket list.’

‘how do you know? it totally was.’

‘should we… go pay for it?’

there’s a hint of a smile still on her face, a real one that you delight in. ‘nah,’ you say. ‘let’s go home.’ she opens her mouth but you beat her to it: ‘we can order groceries, bea.’

‘okay.’ she lets out a big breath. ‘let’s go home.’

bea had already been seeing a therapist, you know, since before you even came back; she’d told you, one day, when it was foggy and you’d driven out to malibu, that she talked a lot about her sexuality, and her expression, and her parents, and her faith. you don’t think, the entire time, that she had talked about the things that make her hands tremble now; you don’t think she had talked about the absent way she’ll stare out the window while she washes the pan you’d made eggs in for breakfast, how she flinches away when you move too quickly. maybe she hadn’t noticed; maybe she had gotten to love you in a way that sat in her chest and never quite made it out while you were gone: her friends all know about you, that you were ‘sick,’ that beatrice ached for you. but they don’t know she’s saved the world. they don’t know that she’s saved you.

you wait for her, after therapy, with all the windows open in the house so it smells like the ocean and always a little like the smog that sits inland; you light candles and get the softest blankets out for the couch. you order her favorite birria and make sure there’s cold seltzer — one of her favorite small indulgences — in the fridge. when she gets home, her shoulders slumped, she looks exhausted, but the little divinium chain camila had given her glows a pale blue when you’re near, and it’s not perfect, but it does help her feel calmer sometimes. now, she smiles gently at you and kisses you. there’s a steadfastness there that you recognize from before: you are hers and she will protect you. there’s no battles, no wars, but there are things to be protected from: bad drivers and rip currents and the bad sushi you had one time in santa monica. life is rich, and abundant, more than you ever, ever dreamed it could be, in this realm or any others.

you eat your tacos on the couch, wrapping bea up in blankets while she laughs and pretends to resist. you kiss her and kiss her and kiss her; she tugs on the bottom of your shirt and it’s warm, the air, and her skin is hot. it’s been weeks being back — extraordinary weeks; confusing and difficult weeks — but she lies beneath you and tells you that you’re her favorite person; that you’re a blessing; that you save her life, even now, and then she laughs and says you taste like guacamole and you love her, so much. and then she smiles and takes your hand and places it on her waistband.

’i want you to touch me.’

she kicks the blankets to her feet and is hungry when she kisses you, arches into you when you run your fingers through her wetness and rub a circle around her clit. you kiss her pulse point, scrape your teeth along her collarbone, reach under her sweater — she’s not wearing a bra — and tweak a dusky, hard nipple softly. she says your name and it’s heaven, to watch her fall apart beneath you. the halo glows as the sun sets and she sighs your name.

Ava🍊 (10:02 am)

hey babe no worries but can u be allergic to pineapple lol

bea 💓💫🏄🏻‍♀️😎👭🥋📿 (10:03 am)

Are you feeling like you can’t breathe or are really itchy? I’m not sure what the halo would do in this situation. I’ll be home as soon as I can.

Ava🍊 (10:03 am)

no no it’s okay my mouth is just a little fuzzy it’s kinda fun not really but kind of

bea 💓💫🏄🏻‍♀️😎👭🥋📿 (10:04 am)

I’ll come home

Ava🍊 (10:04 am)

you don’t have to, it’s okay bea i really am fine

Ava🍊 (10:05 am)

how about if i come to you? that way you don’t miss out on dojo time

bea 💓💫🏄🏻‍♀️😎👭🥋📿 (10:06 am)

Is that a hassle for you?

Ava🍊 (10:06 am)

nah i'll just bring my ipad and email from there i always get all hot and bothered when i get to watch you anyway even tho you better not be doing anything that’s gonna hurt your wrist 👀

bea 💓💫🏄🏻‍♀️😎👭🥋📿 (10:07 am)

I’m not, I promise

bea 💓💫🏄🏻‍♀️😎👭🥋📿 (10:08 am)

Are you sure you’re okay to come?

Ava🍊 (10:08 am)

yes my love i’ll be there in 10 mins flex extra hard when i come in

bea 💓💫🏄🏻‍♀️😎👭🥋📿 (10:09 am)

Ava. I’m in my gi

Ava🍊 (10:09 am)

hmm still hot for one secondly can i watch you shower later then? please

bea 💓💫🏄🏻‍♀️😎👭🥋📿 (10:10 am)

I’ll see you soon. And maybe. If you’re good.

Ava🍊 (10:11 am)

wow yes ok see you in 5 minutes if i run fast can’t wait

she has bad days, where she doesn’t want to get out of bed, or where she looks at you, hazy, in the morning, and her hands shake while she drinks her coffee, like she’s not quite sure what’s real. one time, when you’re watching some stupid action movie on tv, her whole body starts trembling and you have to take her hands and go stand, your pants rolled up to your knees, in the freezing cold surf until it seems like she comes back to you, with a sob and a tight hug and then a small, quiet request for ice cream. and it’s okay: she does grounding exercises in a workbook her therapist has given her, and, eventually, she gets her cast off, the skin underneath pale and flakey but the first time she gets to run through forms with her bo, just in your yard in the afternoon sun, in her hakama and a sports bra, there’s a peace that fills her then, tangible and visible, the set of her shoulders and the sureness of her hips.

one morning, as time floats on as it’s bound to do, at least here, she’s still in bed when you wake up, even though she had planned to go surfing. you’re worried for a moment, that something had happened, or that she’d had a bad nightmare, but she smiles gently when she sees you’re awake and smooths hair off your face. are you okay; how can i love you better you want to ask, but then her eyes are calm and her fingers don’t shake at all.

‘i just have bad cramps,’ she explains.

‘aw, baby.’

‘it’s okay. i took some ibuprofen a few minutes ago.’

‘let me get you the heating pad.’

‘i’m fine.’

‘beatrice.’ you kiss her forehead and then rest yours against it; you let your easy breaths and her soft skin fill the space for a moment. ‘let me take care of you. please.’

she’s still, but then she scoots a little so her head is tucked into your neck. ‘okay.’

‘yeah?’

she smiles up at you, so fucking pretty you don’t even know what to do with yourself. ‘yes, ava. the heating pad would be nice.’

beatrice settles: she buys pants she loves and gets a few more tattoos; she surfs in the mornings and teaches aikido and tells you all about all the podcasts she likes to listen to on her runs, or when she’s making dinner; she goes down on you one morning until you come so many times you forget everything but her. you go to a winery in ojai and you sit with her in the hotsprings and she kisses the scar through your brow a little clumsily after a few glasses of chardonnay. you drive to a farm on your way back to the city, one with regenerative practices that move beatrice to tears when the guide happily answers her quiet, precise questions on the tour. you cry about a pig and a rooster who are best friends, but, like, who can blame you, really?

she throws you a big party with all of your friends the weekend before your birthday, and then quietly takes you to joshua tree, which seems like another planet and you’re in awe, all over again, of everything you get to see in this world. everything smells like sage after it rains, a flash storm, and you hike to an oasis and sit and share a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with beatrice, who is sunkissed and golden and so goddamn beautiful in a t-shirt with a hole in the sleeve, with jelly smudged on the corner of her mouth that you kiss away. she brings binoculars and shows you quail, shows you small wrens in cacti. that night you eat burgers and fries and she somehow has managed to sneak an entire cake into your air bnb without you noticing — which she should probably tease you about, but she’s too sweet to do it right now, not when she’s putting candles into the frosting with a very exacting expression, not when she sings to you softly, and then tells you to make a wish.

she’s left her divinium chain on the nightstand at your house on the beach, and she’s looking at you like she understands it all: the stars are so bright overhead and you can see for miles, and miles, and miles. it makes you feel invincible; it makes you feel like a god; it makes you feel like a girl: someone loves you, and you get to love her back. later, you’ll eat edibles together and sit outside wrapped in blankets as the desert air turns freezing, and she’ll tell you how she learned to ride a bike, and the name of her childhood cat, and about the horrible hangover she got from homemade vodka in krakow. things will feel soft, and she won’t be able to stop smiling while she kisses you, and she’ll push the beanie off of your hair and touch you beneath the infinite sky. you’ll live like this, you think: folding the laundry and haircuts and hangovers and broken wrists and books you read to her in the middle of the night when things are hard and sleeping is scarier than staying away. you’ll live in it all, in the fucking joy.

for now she laughs into your mouth and everything smells like the faint smoke from birthday candles and the petrichor in the distance.

‘there’s not a lot for me to wish for, anymore.’

she shrugs. ‘wish anyway.’

you do: abundance. it’s easy, to long for it, because you hold it in the palms of your hands every day. you settle into bed with her later and you thank her and she tells you, 'i feel so safe, with you, where we are in this world,' as you hold her. with your eyes, you trace the weft lines of a tapestry hanging on the wall. the way you love her feels the same: intricate and infinite, spring and the color orange and a brave, disappearing horizon line, blue in the dark. she falls asleep, soft, in your arms; the sun rises in the morning and paints the horizon gold.

#wn #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice #avatrice fic #girls against god au #there are no major descriptions of ptsd here but it is kind of about bea struggling #so yknow just take care of yourselves if u start to feel funky #love u love them it's v soft

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reverie-verse · 2 years

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Peter Parker X Reader - Falling Into His World.

Here are the other Parts. Part 2 Part 3 (I will do part 4 at some point cuz this fic is currently unfinished) Prompt: Reader quite literally falls into his world. She is his favorite character from his book and he is a favorite character from hers. She’s not sure how it happened. He’s not sure how to help but he still tries. After all, he is New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. On the other hand she’s from California and not from his world.

*College Peter and college reader.

*Fluff, curiosity, tension, home sick.

* I wrote this with Tasm Peter in my mind however he could literally be read for any Peter in your mind.

I also definitely didn’t check it before I posted sooooo spell check and gramma check didn’t happen.

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It had been a long tiring day full of work and school not to mention people finding ways to piss you off. You had gone home to your shared apartment hearing your best friends telling you that you need to get out and enjoy yourself. You gave them each a soft smile waving your hand. To be honest going out was the furthest thing from your mind. You were exhausted and just wanted to be at home lazy. Your friends didn’t push it, understanding that sometimes we all need that space. However they threatened you with a forceful night out the next time. You laughed at them shooing them away, locking the door. Weirdly enough you ended up cleaning the apartment since nothing was capturing your attention and every thought was kicked in overdrive. Unfortunately no help there you decided that maybe a shower might do the trick. The hot water will relax you and it’ll all be okay. Sure enough it does the trick walking out the shower throwing on your very much oversized shirt, you pulled on your plaid sweatpants. Man did it feel like you were on clouds, that when the tiredness truly hit you.

Your bed looked ten times more comfy the longer you stared at it. An early night so what you deserved the rest and no one can tell you not to do it right? Turning out the light you crawled onto your bed, the night sky illuminated your room. You just got comfortable in your bed, in the right position and the blankets felt amazing. Only for it to be ruined by your neighbors playing a game of how loud they can be. This was a perfect opportunity to grab your headphones, connecting them to your phone. You scrolled through your music finding your favorite playlist, No noise could be heard, only the beautiful harmonies and melodies that surrounded your senses. Shutting your eyes allowed your mind to create scenarios that involved fictional characters in various fictional genres. You had begun to feel the slumber take over, weighing you down further into a squishy yet firm mattress. Your mind began to drift slowly as the sleepiness crept into your mind, the music lulling you to sleep. Your mind humming as the fictional character played its role.

As your mind continues wandering your body finds itself in a situation, as it joltes itself awake, in turn pulling you out of your sleep. You opened your eyes only to see yourself falling onto the ground in your sleeping position. You didn’t have time to scream as you hit the floor. “ Ouch” you winced as you sat there for a moment then you heard it. The sounds of cars honking, in the distance maybe a helicopter or two a light breeze passed through the air, the moon at its peak glowing over the city. Your eyes widened as you scrambled to get up, you were on top of building a really high one at that. You looked over the railing and down at the people below they looked like ants. “ I-I’m-I-IM ON TOP OF A BUILDING?!” You panicked as you backed away from the ledge. You looked around trying to figure out where you were. You had seen more buildings, each in different textures, bricks, glass, rustic, new, this-this was not home that much was for sure. You searched for a back door to the building hoping that maybe you could get out of this mess.

Just as you rounded the corner you rammed right into something solid in the colors of red and blue. “ Hey woah how did you get up here?” A deep voice speaks out as the red and blue colors tower over you. Your eyes slowly travel from the chest to the masked face. You take a step back. “ Oh no, hey I’m Spider-Man, I’m not gonna hurt you. Let me help you get out of here” He says as he holds his hands up showing that he meant no harm.

“ Is that what you tell all your victims?” You challenged as your hair once hanging loosely now pulled back into a low ponytail. Your hands raised to defend yourself in case he attacked.

He tilted his head to the side “ My victims? I just said I wasn’t going to hurt you-“

“ For all I know you could literally be a serial killer!” You protested.

“ Listen lady, you're barefoot and in sleep clothes, you look like you could’ve used some help that’s all I’m tryna say” He shrugged his shoulders as he sat himself on the ledge sitting there watching you through his mask. His accent had begun to stand out to you the more you listened to him speak. No no no there was no way you were in another state. No because you remember going to bed in your own bed and you sure as hell don’t sleep walk.

“ No, nooooo no no no no there’s no way that I am here in New York right now. Nooooo absolutely not.” You shook your head waving your hands in the air.

“This-yeah you are in New York, If you’re at a hotel I’ll take you to it. Just tell me what the name of it is” He bargains seeing that you were only stressing more.

“ I-I'm not staying at a hotel! I’ve never been to New York, I’m from California! I never left California, I was sleeping in my bed in California five seconds ago!” You now were rubbing your forehead pacing back and forth. Standing up off the ledge the masked man walked towards you.

“ California? That’s all the way on the west coast-“

“ Yeah I know that and my California ass will kick yours if you don’t back up!” You threatened again holding your hands up. It hadn’t fully registered that you were standing in front of Spider-Man. Noooooo. You froze.

“ I’m not gonna stay much longer so either you let me take you to a hotel or hospital. If you want me to just set you down the sidewalk I can do that but I’m not letting you stay up here especially with no shoes on. Or socks.” He moved towards you anyways ignoring your threat ready to grab you and swing.

“ Your Spider-Man” You say speaking more to yourself than him. It hit you in the damn face like a semi truck. You dork how you did not catch on the first time. Oh figures you were freaking out.

“ Yes I am. Hospital it is-“ He bends down ready to carry you in his arms. You hold your hand out to stop him forcing him to wait. At this point in time you had begun to notice him becoming irritated. You needed him to believe you,

“ Wait wait wait. Uuh-I-umm I’m sorry for threatening you and not realizing who you are. But I am not from here-“

“ I know that but first I think you need to see a doctor-“

“ Uh no no no. Listen to me I know who you are-“ Spider-Man huffed, reaching down wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“ I’m going to travel? Swing? It doesn’t matter the point is I’m going to get you to the hospital-“

“ PETER?!” You shouted, capturing his attention he freezes his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“ How do you know my name?” he questions pulling away from you. He was debating on pulling his mask off but at what cost. He’s never seen you before he’s never met anyone who knows about his existence besides his friend Gwen and Flash. He shook his head, backing up for a second giving some space in between each other. You watched him with curious eyes, you could tell that he had no idea what to do. He was hesitant and unsure. This was a moment you didn’t think you’d be in ever. You landed into his world. The character which you dreamed of reading about even. Peter reached for his mask, lifting it up revealing his face to you. His brown eyes squinted at you with a questioning look. He didn’t trust you, he wasn’t sure how you knew him considering he had never met you. Somehow some way he did feel oddly familiar. How could anyone in that moment? He watched you as you watched him. You both weren’t sure how to go about this-it was kind of awkward. Did he have a stalker? There was no way he had a stalker, absolutely not he made sure his tracks were covered. He crossed his arms waiting for an explanation from you. You on the other hand weren’t sure how to tell the man in front of you that he was another version of someone else you knew.

“ Right-right, right, uh this is going to sound very weird I understand that. No I’m not a stalker cuz I feel like you-you get that vibe-it’s not. Umm you-you I read a um graphic novel on a character such as yourself….” You trailed off moving back a step giving him an awkward smile. Peter had no reason to believe you but given the many circumstances where reality has proved him wrong it seemed rational. Peter stood there gazing at you trying to figure out what had drawn out the easy flow of conversation. You reminded him of someone.

“ Since we are on a first name basis what’s yours?” He asked hoping this doesn’t bite him in the ass later. You were taken back for a second. You cleared your throat trying to think of a way to answer it, sure it was easy to give him your first and last name but at the same time this was your favorite character. Who is like an equivalent to a celebrity.

You stuttered “ U-U-uh-I-I- my name is um Y/N L/N”

His eyebrows raised as heard the sound of your name leave his lips. He had to think for a moment, there could be no possible way for you to be here. You were fiction, you were a character in his favorite book. You can’t be here, that's impossible. Peter placed his hand over his mouth, turning away from you. He needed a second to process. Why hadn’t he picked up on it before. Of course it didn’t register that you were a character in a fictional book not a graphic novel. His book left much to his imagination where yours left no room for it. It had a detailed version of himself.

“ That’s impossible” he replied shaking his head before turning to look at you.

“ Impossible?” You crossed your arms rubbing them to keep yourself warm. Your bare feet were starting to get cold as the wind picked up just a tad. You wanted to continue this conversation but you were not about to continue this outside. “ Look, can we go somewhere and finish this conversation? I’m getting cold” You whispered. Peter really looked at you, noticing your body shivering he sighed. He was too caught up in the moment.

“I know where we can go” He tells you as he reaches for you pulling to him. “ Hang on tight”.

You look at him unsure. You truly were afraid of heights “Do we have to swing?”

He chuckled “ Yeah we do” he walks towards the ledge climbing on taking you along with him. You were nervous to say the least-no terrified is the appropriate word. Your heart racing, a scream jammed in your throat, fear covering every inch of your mind and body. Holding onto Peter for dear life you squeezed your eyes shut. Within that same second he jumps, you could feel the wind push against you as the two of you glided through the city. You debated on opening your eyes. He knew that as he smirked behind his mask which had put back on before swinging. He as well as you have only dreamt this moment. To be in it and to feel it was not what he had expected nor had you. To be honest neither of you did. It was exactly that a dream only this time you both had walked between plains into each other’s lives.

Peter had swung you to his apartment, the one you’ve seen countless of times in your graphic novel. Honestly it felt very surreal and unexpected. He helped you climb through his window first then he followed after. He felt kind of shy and intimidated. He only ever read about you in books. He never thought you would actually be here in front of him-raiding his sock draw. “ Sorry, Sorry, but I really need some socks. I hope you don’t mind” You rummage through his draw finding a pair of thick black socks. Shutting the draw you walk over to his bed pulling the socks on your feet. Your feet began to warm up. You sighed with relief. Peter softly smiled as he shook his head walking over to his closet. He needed to get out of his suit so he couldn’t risk the chance of anyone seeing him. Grabbing a shirt and some sweatpants he walks to the bathroom.

“ No, I don't mind.I’m gonna change, just make yourself more at home. At least wrap yourself in a blanket or something.” He tells you as he shuts the door behind him. You wrapped a blanket around yourself sitting on his bed. You were struggling to grasp the idea that you’ve somehow found yourself here. You figured that maybe you shifted as some people say but it didn’t feel like that. You felt yourself physically being planted here, you felt that fall. You felt yourself gliding as he swung; it felt all too real. You guessed that maybe you were hallucinating or maybe you had fallen into a deep sleep. You pinched your skin as you squeezed your eyes shut. Once. Twice. Three times and nothing. You opened your eyes checking to see if you made it back into your room. Nothing. You were still in Peter's apartment.

This definitely wasn’t a dream then what the hell else could it be? Peter on the other hand had no idea what to do. He pinched the bridge of his nose before throwing his t-shirt on. What is he supposed to do? The girl from a book he’s reading is sitting in his room, his apartment. He’s dealt with some pretty weird situations but this was beyond it. To a degree. Peter had gone over in his mind the last time he slept. He hadn’t slept in a few hours and he was exhausted. Maybe you were a fragment of his imagination that he conjured up in the hopes of ending his night on a peaceful one. Peter knew that wasn’t the case. He needed to figure out why you were here even if that meant putting his rest on hold. He sighed once more if need be Gwen could probably help him. In fact you were in need of clothes and shoes. Maybe she could help with that. For now it was too late to call her. You would have to settle for staying cooped up in his apartment. Not that either one of you minded.

Peter walked out of the bathroom folding his suit up, putting it in his box sliding it back into the closet. He shut the closet doors before walking next to his counter. He leaned against it, crossing his arms. His eyes drifted from the ground to your eyes. He was captivated by them. He checked your condition quickly. Looking at how you wrapped yourself up in his blankets sitting cross legged on his bed which made you look warm and inviting. He found himself drawn to it. Stop. He had to stop. He cleared his throat, needing to bring up a conversation. Thankfully you had sparked it. “ Earlier you said that it was impossible when I said my name. Why? Do you know something?” You asked as you watched him with careful eyes. You had gotten lost in his brown eyes, but you found yourself trapped in his sleepy state. He looked like he needed to be wrapped in your arms. You wanted to hold him. No you can't, you just met him. Well you read about him. Same difference. Peter nodded his head before coming up with a plan of what to say. It was an easy conversation but he couldn’t find the words. It’s not that he couldn't, he just was star struck and it took him a minute to realize that.

“ I-I-uh I’m reading this book right now and your-your the main character.” He looks around and finds a book on his desk. He walks over to it, lifting the book up and hands it to you. “ At first I was kinda thrown off with the whole California thing but then you said your name and it clicked. You're not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be at home”

You caressed the book in your hand running it along the cover. It was interesting to see a book about you in the hands of a fictional character who you happened to be their favorite character. It was too bad you didn’t have your graphic novel on Peter then you could’ve matched the unusualness of this particular second. You handed the book back to Peter. He took it from you placing it back on the desk. “ Peter what happens next in that book?” You asked, your nerves sky rocketing the way he said ‘you were supposed to be at home’ worried you.

“ You were supposed to go to work and then school but you don’t you end up staying in the next day. And your world changes-“ Peter shrugs.

“ Changes how?” You question as you mull thoughts over in your mind.

“ I don’t know. I haven’t gotten past that part yet” he replies as his gaze never leaves yours.

“ So what are we supposed to do?” You keep looking for something. You rubbed your forehead, breaking the gaze Peter was holding. This is getting nowhere. Peter moved himself away from the counter walking toward you. He got down on one of his knees. He pulled your hands gently from your face bringing them into your lap. He holds your hands there, his warmth comforting you. Your heart swoons, you had not realized how much you yearned for his touch. His heart beats a mile a minute at the touch he craved so much. He looks from your joint hands to your eyes.

He says “ We will figure it out. Together.”

#tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter parker #peter parker #imagines #x reader #poc reader #bipoc writers #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #mcu peter parker #spider man x reader

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slut-4sasuke · 1 month

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Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Summary: You needed more of what Itachi has to offer

Warning: SMUT!! f reader, oral, light dom!Itachi, slight teasing

Word Count: 1.5K

A//N: Enjoy!! I hope you all love this! im trying to stay active and keep updating🩷

Me and Hidan were set together for a short mission. We finished early. “There is a bar not too far from here.” I shrug at my suggestion. Hidan mumbles, “I haven’t been out in awhile, I don't mind.”

I smile at myself. Itachi visits there quite often and maybe that was part of the reason I wanted to go. I haven’t seen Itachi in a while and we have some unfinished business.

We reached the bar and it was big and pretty busy. It was for rogue ninjas and even non-ninjas… that minded their own business or were doing business.

I didn't plan on looking for Itachi, but hoping to maybe bump into him.

Upon entering it was filled with chatter and music playing softly in the background. Hidan pointed to an L-shape booth in the right back corner. I do a quick nod and walk over. We each sat on a cushion, far enough from each other.

Eventually we each ordered a drink and small bites to share. I tried not to look too obvious while I was looking around for Itachi, but there were way too many people in here. “Looking for someone,” Hidan caught on. I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Just taking in the environment.” I flash a half smile and give a quick laugh. Hidan rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his whiskey.

My eyes shoot over to the bar when a reflection flashes, blinding me. The Akatsuki robes swept by the bar and I saw a quick glance of the scratched Hidden Leaf headband.

I smirk knowing I was right, he would be here. “Sure, you aren’t looking for anyone.” Hidan’s smart remark makes my head snap to him, “why does it matter to you?”

I swig the rest of my drink and get up from the table. I walk to the bar and step next to Itachi, his back facing me. I saw a bartender and requested another drink. I hear a deep growl-like laugh. I bite my lip and roll my eyes knowing the effect he has on me.

“Come here often?” Itachi jokes as he turns to face me. “Here and there.” I smile. Itachi’s eyes slid down my body and shot back up to my eyes. I sip my drink quickly. I press my body against his. “I don't wanna play games.” My lips press to his ear. I look over his shoulder around the bar. Itachi scoffs and shots his drink back all at once. My body tingled with arousal.

His arm wraps around the back of my waist. With his other hand he sets down a few bills, “for both of us.” he calls to the bartender before pulling me outside. I looked over at the table I left Hidan at, it was almost filled with women. I roll my eyes, “at least he won't notice I’m gone.” I mumble and turn to Itachi, flashing him a smile.

He drags me to a simple yet very nice hotel. We reach a room, “you’ve been here for your mission?” Itachi looks at me from the side of his eyes, “yes, but no time for that.” Itachi opens the room door.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair he walks me to the bed and throws me onto it. He kept his head low, only his eyes could be seen above his robes. My core burned and ached for his touch and every thing he had to offer. I keep my legs closed and to the side. Itachi slowly takes his robe off, “no need to close them…” he comes close and grabs my knees, “I can smell her a mile away!” He opens them and licks his lips. His eyes, so focused on my pussy dripping through my panties. My Akatsuki robe draped over my open thighs as my skirt scrunched up to my waist.

I prop my elbows up and tilt my head back, “please, Itachi.” He does a deep chuckle, “I love hearing you beg.” He stands in front of me taking more clothing off. Leaving him in only underwear. He nearly jumps at me as he keeps his face between my legs. His breath, so close I could feel the heat projecting onto me. I moan and roll my hips. I felt his nose brush over my panties, just missing his mouth. “Itachi, please I need you.” “How bad, Y/N?” His fingers pull my panties to the side. He moans in pleasure, “I shouldn’t have asked.” My elbows shake as I try to not reach for his head and push him closer.

“Please Itachi, I wanna fe-” I gasp as Itachi’s mouth attaches to my clit and he uses his tongue, slurping. My body rolls onto him as I moan. My body falls back on the bed and my hands grab Itachi’s hair pulling him. My knees pull into my body and my toes curl.

My moans fill the room as Itachi slides his tongue down my folds to my entrance. “Itachi…” His name rolls off my tongue. He grunts as his tongue continues to slide up and down my pussy. I roll my hips trying to reach my climax.

I bite my lip and close my eyes as Itachi sucks on my clit swirling his tongue. My legs squeeze around him and I let out a long loud moan allowing my body to collapse as I cum on his face. Itachi chuckles and cleans between my legs before lifting his head. He uses his thumb to wipe the corner of his lip. “You taste delightful, beautiful.” He smirks and stays between my legs, hovering over me.

His arms on either side of my body. His hair hangs down both sides of our faces. “Now I want you to scream my name.” He slides his underwear off and bites his lip as he looks in my eyes.

The head of Itachi’s cock brushed my clit as his shaft sat between my folds. He thrusts, causing his shaft to slide over my clit, making my body shutter. I moan his name under my breath. “I can't hear you Y/N.'' He smirks at me, “Louder next time.” He continues to slide his cock, coating it with my juices. I tilt my head back and I feel his hand wrap around my throat. I gasp softly, mixing it with a moan. My hand wraps around his bicep and I squeeze as he does it to my throat. He let go as I dug my nails into him.

“Itachi, please stop teasing.” He squeezes my neck softly. His lips brush against my ear, “well since you asked so politely.”

I feel his cock thrust, stretching my walls. My back rises off the bed as he continues his thrusts rough and quick. Allowing my pussy to not adjust to his size made the pleasure more enjoyable. “Oh, fuck Itachi!” My hands grab fistfuls of sheets.

My eyes meet his as he smirks at me. He bites his lip, staring at me. His body presses into mine. Itachi kisses my jaw, “I love… when you… say my… name, Y/N.” He kisses between every two words. His thrusts never lose momentum. My hips roll moving with him. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” My hands slap his back and I drag my nails down. My hips lift pressing into him. I feel the knot in my stomach release and my body shivers.

Itachi groans in pleasure. His head tilts back with his cock deep inside. His hands grip my breasts and he pinches my nipples. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He sounded almost surprised.

He slides his cock out, just leaving the head inside. “I’ll always leave you wanting more.” Itachi finishes his sentence and thrusts deeply inside. His thumb rubs my clit roughly and my back shoots off the bed. A scream leaves my mouth from the surprise. Electricity shoots down my body and my legs wrap around his torso. Itachi’s hand massages my breasts roughly with each moan slipping from his mouth.

He moves one hand down and over my curves. Stopping at my hips he slams my hips to the bed and thrusts faster. I didn't think it was possible, but…

My mouth was slightly open from how deep Itachi’s cock was. It hit all the right spots. My eyes rolled back. I let out a sigh. I was so close and I didnt want it to stop. “Itachi, don't stop!” I couldn’t resist, I needed all he could give me.

He slows his pace down. Itachi pulls back out of my legs and leaves me feeling empty. “I told you, ‘I’ll always leave you wanting more.’ I wasn’t lying.” He smirks. My legs drop and he stands there in front of the bed, breath steady. His eyes look over my body continuously, “you’re gonna have to wash that.” He points to my Akatsuki robe underneath my body. I roll my eyes and sit up against the back of the bed. “Thanks.” I say sarcastically. Itachi shrugs before walking into the bathroom. I shake my head and lay back on the bed.

#itachi uchiha #itachi naruto #itachi smut #itachi x reader #itachi fanfic #naruto shippuden #smut #naruto #slut-4sasuke

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Okay sooo I’m a big lazy perfectionist soooo

How about Lisa,Layla,Faruzan trying to make me go outside for non-perfectionist reasons

Look up for females

Pick one and have fun with it

Look down for the males

How about Albedo,Tighnari,Venti trying to make me go outside for non-perfectionist reasons

(seperate) Lisa, Layla, Faruzan x lazy perfectionist reader

Summary: They drag your ass out (im sorry i still dont really understand but i tried 〒v〒)

Lisa sighed. You were being very difficult. Here you were, sitting on a chair attempting to correct your mistake. From an outsider point of view, your painting was a complete masterpiece but to you, it was absolute shit. You could see every single wrong on it. "Cutie, if you don't go on a stroll with me to collect overdue books, I will zap you." she said in a sweetly menacing tone.

You freaked out. "I-I can't! Don't you see? This flower here is too dark compared to the others!" you had run out of your paint color that you mixed earlier and tried attempting to recreate the same color, but it was either too dark or too light. It was very stressful.

"OW! Lisa! stop shocking me!" you cried in pain. Lisa was beyond pissed at this point. She grabbed you by the collar and started dragging you out the door as you clung to your chair. "NooOoOo Lisaaaaa.." you sobbed as she dragged you outside. Finally letting go of you, she turned around and crossed her arms, furious.

"Maybe i should leave you here hmm? Do you want that?"

"No..."

"Then be a sweetheart and help me collect overdue books"

"Its too far..." you groaned.

"I wasn't asking" she smiled in yet again, a menacing voice.

This time, you could see sparks practically radiating from her. Scary... maybe it wouldnt hurt doing this right?.. plus you're doing this with her so it can't be that bad...

You got to see an even more terrifying side of her when someone didn't return their book.

Layla had fallen asleep while you on the other side of the room was busy finalizing a report in your astronomy class. You too were studying in the field of Illuminationism, and you were finalizing a report due the next day. You sighed. You've been at this for more than two whole hours and you couldn't think of how to wrap your essay up. You had a decent grade (I'm not sure how the Greece grading system works since the Akademiya is based off an ancient school in Greece i think), but you still wanted to push it higher. studying just took so much work and energy. You're still way above average so its good enough.

Someone, who you assumed was Layla (since she's the only person in the room with you, that'd be weird if it wasn't), tapped your shoulder excitedly. Ah right. She had this different persona whenever she slept. it was a bit odd at first but you got used to it. "Yes Layla?" you turned to her.

She was staring a bit too much at you as she smiled. "Lets go out on a walk!" she exclaimed. Now?? at 1 in the morning? You raised an eyebrow. "Layla, its too dark outside, what if we get ambushed? You have a vision but i don't." you frowned

"I'll go by myself then!" she grinned, skipping to the door. "No! Wait hold on, i'll go with you" you sighed giving in. . You were also worried she might do something dangerous if she was alone. Her sleepwalking persona was quite the character. Leaving one last glance at your unfinished papers, you stepped out the door where Layla was, practically glimmering with happiness and energy. Running after her, you tried your best to tire her out before you tired yourself out.

Finally, after what seemed like a millennium, she decided to head back. The only good thing that came out of this was Layla giving you many ideas how to finish your essay. Perhaps skipping a few classes wouldn't hurt right?.. Perhaps you could feign a cold..

Faruzan was knocking on your door impatiently. "Y/n!" she called multiple times. What time was it?.. 5 in the morning?..you sighed. Why was she even here?..

"If you don't come out here right now i will break your door down!" 'she sounds like a mom' you sighed. "We have to go explore the ruins today!"

Oh. right. ruins. You, still half awake, could not process her kicking your door down and carrying you to the ruins fast enough. "What?..sand?.."

sand. "FARUZAN." you screamed in a panic. she dropped you on the ground, scoffing. "Its madam to you, y/n." she crossed her arms. the coarse sand beneath your feet, the sand under your clothing, the sand in your eyes. It felt awful. You ran like the speed of light to the ruins, where it had hard cool stone underneath the shadow. Dusting yourself off, you glared at faruzan. "Faruzan." You started. "Once we finish this, i'm switching my field of study."

"You can't do that!" she frowned. "Respect your elders!" she hit your head. "Ow!" you yelled, stomping off to somewhere within the ruins.

You were lost. Perhaps this ruin was solely a maze. "Faruzan?" you yelled, hoping for an answer. shhhekkkk. shheek. You turned around, petrified. There standing behind you was a primal construct, preparing to attack. Damn it. You really shouldn't have seperated from Faruzan. Especially when you wielded neither weapon or vision.

You cried running from it. You ended up (barely) in one piece by the end of your ruin adventures after promising to stay with faruzan and calling her "madam" from then on.

#lisa x reader #lisa genshin impact #layla x reader #faruzan x reader #layla genshin impact #faruzan genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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Unfreeze His Heart ~SCB [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 3.8K

⤜PAIRING: Changbin x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Fluffy, cute Changbin, continuation of Unfinished Business (Don’t need to read in order to understand) mafia!AU, a little angst, mentions of gunshots,

⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: It was so nice to write this. I’m actually in the process of reworking “Unfinished Business” into something else, I’m trying to work it into a romance novel to maybe self publish or something if I ever have the guts to do it 🤡

The way Changbin stared at you from across the table made your heart skip a beat though you weren't sure if it was a good thing or not. Ever since the two of you had arrived at the restaurant he had done nothing but stare at you. You didn't know if he wanted to kill you or kiss you and you were extremely confused by the matter. This was supposed to be a nice and calm date, your friend told you that it was going to be something sweet and easy.

But the place she'd sent you to was upscale and extremely fancy, it didn't look like you could ever afford to stand outside of a place like this much less sit inside and pay for a meal. But luckily for you, Changbin's boss and his wife were going to be paying for the meal.

"So, my friend told me that you've been working for Chan for a long time," You tried to bring out some casual conversation between the two of you. You'd been sitting together for five minutes without so much as uttering a word in either direction and you didn't feel like sitting in complete silence for the whole night.

"Why?" He shot out harshly making your palms begin to sweat, the glass of wine you thought was too big before suddenly didn't feel quite big enough to be able to tackle a night with this man. The first date you'd been on in five years and yet here you were nervously waiting for time to pass by so you could go home and yell at your friend for this whole idea of hers.

"Erm...She just wanted to tell me a little bit about you before the date." You swallowed the lump in your throat while staring at the red wine in your glass, would it be considered rude if you were to down the whole glass and ask for another? You couldn't believe your friend had thought this would be a good idea,

"Why do you care?" He questioned, leaning forward a little on the table as he stared into your eyes. It was hard to avoid his gaze as he bore holes into your head. The whole facade he was putting on was beginning to piss you off, if he didn't want to come he could have just said no. It's not as if you were extremely thrilled to have someone unbothered in front of you.

"So I can get to know the guy I'm sitting across from and on a date with." You snapped harshly, meeting the same mean exterior that he was portraying to you. It was easily seen as nothing more than an act, your friend had told you how soft he was on the inside and you could tell from a simple look in his eyes how he was.

Alone.

Even if he was surrounded by those who loved him he would always feel alone and you could see it in his eyes because it was exactly the way that you were too.

"Why did you ask for a date in the first place?" He didn't mean to be so forward with his question but he had to be careful. For all, he knew you could have been working for one of the rival gangs in Seoul, though he was pretty sure Chan's wife wouldn't do that to him. Not anymore at least.

"I didn't. She set it up, it's been a long time since I dated anyone..." You admitted though it was only half of the truth. She had set you up with him and it had been a long time since you'd dated but she'd only done it with Changbin because you had stated how hot you found him. Though that comment was slowly beginning to change the longer you sat across from him and his rude attitude,

"Oh." He whispered, slowly beginning to feel a little guilty as he realised the two of you were both being set up and it wasn't just you asking for a date.

"Yeah..." You trailed off, sipping on the drink in front of you as you tried to think of something, anything, that you could say to him to make things feel less awkward and forced.

"So-"

"I worked with Chan for about ten years," He said sharply as you placed your glass down on the table. You hadn't been about to ask him anything about his job, you were going to ask what he wanted to eat but you were happy he was trying.

"Whoa, that's a long time."

"I guess." And queue the awkwardness again as he killed the conversation, though you hadn't helped you just went down to look at the menu.

Meanwhile, Changbin stared out of the window behind you to see Jisung and Felix smirking at him from one of the cars. They'd been ordered to make sure that Changbin actually showed up to the date and stay there. He just knew that the two of them were going to be sitting in the car and laughing about Changbin's lame attempts at trying to be on a date. It had been a long time since he'd been with anyone that wasn't just for sex.

"How long has it been since you dated?" He asked randomly as you glanced back up at him, instead of his cold and mean eyes looking back at you there was something else. It looked like determination,

"About five years, what about you?" You questioned, carefully putting down the menu and watching him as he answered without even blinking.

"About eleven years," Eleven years? Did that mean he hadn't slept with someone in that long? Your friend hadn't told you the ins and outs of everything, just that he hadn't dated "in a while" and needed to "get out of the house before she killed him".

"So...S-So you haven't-" You struggled to find the words to say, you didn't want to come right out and say it. That would be rude but you also had a need to know the answer to the question.

"Are you trying to ask if I've been celibate for that long?" You felt your body heat and you instantly regretted even thinking of the question.

"No-"

"You're asking me about my sex life not even twenty minutes into our date?" There was a smirk plastered across his face as embarrassment began to scorch your entire body as you shook your head at him,

"I didn't mean to, I was just thinking if you hadn't dated."

"No, I haven't been celibate for that long." There was a smile on his lips, an actual smile and you could have sworn you felt your heart skip a few beats.

"Right." You said slowly, wanting nothing more than for this conversation to end, it may have been the one thing to make him smile but it was the one thing you wanted to end quickly. You actually prefered when he was silent and brooding.

"People can have sex without having to go on dates," You almost choked on the air you inhaled as you noticed an elderly couple turned around to give the two of you a dirty look. The reality was beginning to crash in as you realised that other people were able to hear your lame attempts at conversation,

"Right."

"They're called one night stands, have you heard of them?" There was a joking tone to his voice and you let out a groan as you looked back at him.

"I have. I happen to have some myself," A lie but he didn't need to know that. God was there ever going to be an end to this kind of date. It was very clear that neither of you wanted to be there. Changbin had only come because it had been a direct order From Chan and he wasn't allowed to back down from it. That was only because of his hormonal wife that was sick of Changbin walking around with a "chip on his shoulder" and Chan's wife had claimed it would,

"Be a good way to get the chip off his shoulder," There was no chip but Changbin's boss suggested it…more like ordered and so he was here. Fulfilling his obligation.

He never said he would do well on the date. Just that he would show up.

Though he was starting to feel bad as it was clear you had put quite an effort into coming here, getting dressed up and even trying to make casual conversation with Changbin.

"Ask me anything," He said slowly as he raised up the mug of coffee to his lips. It wasn't something everybody drank when they were in such a nice restaurant but Changbin liked to stay alert at all times. Just because he wasn't with Chan doesn't mean he wasn't a target, Changbin's life was dangerous and he wanted to be ready for anything at all times.

"What?" You sipped on your drink as Changbin nodded his head. There was no use trying to make this over quickly, the two of you were going to have a meal together and he wanted to make it amicable between you both.

"Ask me whatever you want," You had to think about it for a couple of seconds, you had no idea what to even ask him.

"When did you and Chan meet?" You questioned, slowly beginning to drink from your glass as Changbin smiled warmly at the question. It was something he hadn't thought about in a long time and almost a funny memory.

"I was 14 in school, I'd just gotten into a new school and he was my first friend," You smiled a little at the thought of younger Changbin and Chan meeting when they were so young. You had no idea they'd known one another for such a long time,

"That's sweet."

"Not really, I broke some kid's nose and after that, no one wanted to talk to me." You almost choked on your drink as you carefully set the glass back down, eager to know why he'd broken someone's nose when he was so young.

"Why?"

"Because I broke-"

"No, I mean why did you break someone's nose at 14?" You laughed a little, though you didn't think it was exactly funny that he would do that it was more the idea of him being so young.

"He was being mean to me and made fun of some girl in the canteen." Changbin shrugged his shoulders as though it was a normal thing for a 14-year-old boy to do.

"Oh." You giggled a little at the thought of a tiny version of the man in front of you punching someone so hard it broke his nose.

"Okay, what about how old you were when you had your first kiss?" You questioned, arching an eyebrow as he blushed a little. You never would have imagined the day would come to see someone like Changbin blush, it was rather adorable.

"I was sixteen, it was the same girl from the canteen I'd defended," You could have sworn your heart skipped so many beats it missed an entire playlist,

"You?"

"I was 17, I'd just been on an awful date and he kissed me," Changbin chuckled softly as he waved over a waiter, it was about time the two of you got something to eat and he felt more relaxed now conversation was flowing.

"How awful?"

"The guy wouldn't look at me, then when he did he couldn't speak and when we were about to eat, he dropped a full plate of nachos on my outfit," Changbin made a hissing sound with his teeth as he imagined you covered in melted cheese and salsa and he bit his lip. At least the date the two of you had was a little less bad than that.

"Okay, so not More awful than this date?" You couldn't help but smile at it,

"This one is picking up," He smiled as he ordered another coffee and a glass of wine for you,

"And the food?" The waiter asked as Changbin looked at you, the two of you had been glancing over the menu undecided since you'd sat down and Changbin had an idea brewing inside of his mind.

"We can get one of everything if you want, we can make them pay for setting us up?" Changbin suggested with an evil smirk and you turned back to look at him, smirking just as much as he did.

"We'll try one of everything," You told the waiter who simply nodded and headed away from the table again making you smile as Changbin leaned forward to speak to you.

"Tell me more about this awful date, so I know what to improve on."

"You're going to have to explain to me how it all works, you live in a giant home but have your own place too?" You questioned as you and Changbin walked around the streets of Seoul, it was the dead of night and neither of you had wanted to head home for the night.

"I need personal space,"

"I have seen that giant house, I know damn well you get personal space there." You laughed softly and Changbin couldn't help but smile brighter at the sound of your laughter. He was sure it was enough to make an angel blush, it was so beautiful and perfect just like you.

"I still need my own space, what if I want to start a family at some point?" That was a good point and you nodded a little, turning to look at him as you smiled.

"Have you thought about a family?" The two of you had gotten to know each other well on the date but this was the one topic that hadn't really turned up much. In his line of work, having a family was usually hard but Chan made it seem easy enough.

"I used to,"

"Yeah? How many kids did you want?" You laughed a little as you both rounded a corner and spotted a hot drink stand in the park,

"I wanted two, a boy and then a girl so that he could protect his younger sister."

"Hmm...You realise you can't actually choose which comes first, right?" You teased playfully as he shook his head at you,

"What about you?"

"I always wanted a little girl, I don't-" You stopped thinking, breathing and even blinking as you were suddenly pulled into an alleyway and pushed up against a wall. Changbin's body completely blocked yours as you heard screaming coming from outside of the alley. One second you'd been standing in the open and the next you were pressed against the wall while screams rang out.

"C-Changbin?" You stuttered out, finding your hands clutching onto his white shirt as he kept himself against you, cursing out in a low tone as he looked around for any sign of someone coming for him.

"Phone the police and stay here,"

"What? Where are you going?" He didn't stop to answer you he just left you in the alleyway as you slowly sank to the floor, bringing your knees into your chest as you called the police and your friend. She was going to have to get Chan to come down here,

"The date that bad already?" She laughed as you heard babbling in the background from her kid, and she cooed something back at him but your mind was on the fact that Changbin was out there and alone.

"There's someone shooting, he...He went out to do something but I just-" Another shot rang out and you felt your soul leave your body as images of Changbin lying dead on the floor flashed in front of you. You didn't know why but you got up from the floor,

"Yn?! Yn?!" Your friend called out but you dropped your phone to the floor and rushed out from the safety of the alleyway to find Changbin, your eyes scanning the rush of people in the streets until you saw him standing over somebody on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Changbin grumbled as you rushed to his side, looking down at the man on the floor that Changbin had shot,

"I-I thought-" You looked at him breathing heavily as you realised you'd left safety just to make sure he was okay. You let out a breath of relief as you saw Changbin was fine.

"I thought you'd got shot...I thought you were going to die." You rambled out as you checked him for any sign of injury but there was nothing, not even an indication that the run over here made him sweat.

"I'm fine, I told you to stay and phone-"

"I phoned them and told your boss." You mumbled looking at him as police sirens began to flood the area, the man below Changbin wasn't dead but had a gunshot wound to the leg so he wouldn't be running away anytime soon.

As soon as the police left Changbin took you home in complete silence. The once calm date suddenly flooded away as you were left with a rough and brooding Changbin once again. He didn't say anything as he walked you up to your door and waited for you to open it,

"I told you to stay put," He mumbled as you stood at your front door, searching through your bag as Changbin refused to move from your side until you were safe.

"I thought you got shot," You answered as if that was ever going to make what you did okay. In Changbin's eyes, you were in the wrong for putting yourself in danger the way that you did,

"You disobeyed a direct order," You scoffed a little at the thought of it. A "direct order?" You didn't work for him and you didn't work for Chan.

"You're not my boss, I can do whatever I want. Especially if I thought you were lying on the ground and dying." You spat at him angrily as he shook his head at you.

"Not an excuse to put yourself in danger," You rolled your eyes at him as you grabbed your keys from your bag and unlocked the front door,

"Excuse me for caring if my date got shot," You mumbled under your breath, looking down at the floor.

"What if he'd shot you? Huh? What if I was shot and then he got you?" He stepped closer to you and you swallowed the lump in your throat,

"You didn't think," He told you angrily as your head shot up to look at him.

"I did, I was thinking about how awful it would be to lose the one guy I was actually beginning to enjoy spending time with." You spat out harshly as he just stared at you, his mouth drying as he thought about the idea of you actually liking him and wanting to do this again.

"What?" You questioned as he continued to stare at you in silence, it was scary how he just stared at you. Once again you didn't know if he wanted to kill you or kiss you and you were silently hoping for the latter.

"Changbin..." You were cut short when you suddenly found his lips on your own, your eyes widened before fluttering shut as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pushed your hands into his hair.

Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest like a drum as you lost all of your thoughts about anything other than the taste of Changbin's lips on yours. It tasted like coffee and mint and you needed more of him. You dragged him closer, biting on his lip a little as he let out a breathy moan,

"Invite me inside," He whispered as he began to kiss down your neck, you let out a moan.

"Is that an order?" You smirked as he pressed himself against you, biting down on your neck harshly as you let out a loud whimper in response.

"D-Do you want to come inside?" You whispered back to him before he practically pushed you through the door of your home, wasting no time as he pushed you onto the nearest surface to deepen the kiss between you both.

"I've been told I am to keep the rest of the story PG since there are kids present so I will leave the rest of our first date up to your imagination," Changbin spoke out as you felt your entire body heating up at the guests laughing at the story. You had no idea that he was going to tell such a story at your wedding, you figured he would do a quick speech and sit back down since he'd never been one for the lovey-dovey stuff.

"What I'm trying to say is that...for the longest time, I didn't think I deserved love. I knew I would be able to live without it and for the longest time I had, I didn't see a need for dating or romantic relationships but sitting across from you on that awful date we had I knew there was something about you, something that made me want to do it again and again," You smiled as he looked directly at you as he spoke, your heart racing against your chest as you looked at your husband. The man you had just chosen to spend the rest of your life with, to have and to hold until death does you part.

"Your smile, your presence, your whole being just made me feel so invited as if I was home. Even with your stubbornness and your disregard for your own safety that night I knew I needed you in my life for the rest of my life. The moment you fell asleep in my arms I realised that I did deserve love and in fact...I was saving it all up for you." Cheers sounded from across the room and you raced over to your husband, kissing him deeply as you let out a small cry.

"I love you," You whispered to him as he kissed you sweetly, wrapping his arms around your waist as he looked back at you with tears in his eyes.

"I love you too." You smiled brightly when you felt someone patting your back,

"Congratulations Yn, I think you unfroze his heart," Chan said with a laugh, his wife joining his side as she smirked at him. Changbin rolled his eyes at them, it was all he heard any of them say since the start of your relationship.

"I never thought I would see the day where Seo Changbin was soft for somebody," The comment was met with a glare as you took your husband by the hand and went to have your first dance as husband and wife.

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dino-fart · 1 year

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The ‘Miracle’ | Chapter 5: The Fireflies

Summary + Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance, Tragedy

Chapter Summary: The three of you have finally made it to Salt Lake City. Saint Mary’s Hospital is in sight and Ellie is more determined than ever to finish this. Joel starts to have doubts about it all and you come to a horrific realization.

Warnings: Physical and Gun Violence, Mention of Past Suicide Attempt

You awoke on the couch as the sun’s rays peeked through the curtains of the cottage. You sat up slowly and realized Joel was no longer resting on you. You also realized you were no longer on the couch, you were on the bed. When did I get here? What happened last night? Your heart began to race and you quickly stood up to leave the room and search the house. You made it to the living room where the kitchen was and froze when Joel was standing there with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Mornin’...You alright?” He said with furrowed brows.

You sighed in relief and nodded, “Y-Yeah...I thought I was having a nightmare.”

“Coffee?”

“Yes please...”

“Have a seat on the couch and I’ll make a cup.” Joel gestured and you sat on the couch. The very couch where you confessed your dark past to Joel and where you kissed him. You began to wonder if any of that even happened last night. Shit, how disoriented am I? You rubbed your head. “Hope you like your coffee black,” Joel said as he sat down next to you and set the cup down on the table.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you were deep in your thoughts, trying to decipher what was reality. “You’re startin’ to scare me,” Joel said looking at you gently.

You finally met his gaze and gave him an apologetic smile, “Sorry...Thank you for the coffee.” You leaned over to take the cup and held it in your hands, letting the warmth thaw your fingers. Joel said nothing back and looked away from you. You were interesting to him, he couldn’t quite figure you out. After a long silence, you set your unfinished cup down and took a deep breath. “Joel...”

“Hm?” Joel looked back over at you.

“What happened last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...I remember taking a shower, coming back here, and falling asleep on the couch but I woke up on the bed.” You explained leaving out other details to see what he would say.

“Then you’re correct.” He simply answered.

“Did I...Say anything?”

Joel set his cup down and raised a brow, “I’m going to need you to be more specific, doc.”

Doc...Not darlin’....Maybe you dreamt the whole thing? “I guess anything about me.” You shrugged feeling like you need to drop this conversation soon.

“No...But if it’ll make you feel better you can. I don’t know much about you besides that you’re a doctor and saved my life.” Joel’s gaze was soft now, he could sense the nervousness.

You forced a smile, “That was Ellie, I’m sure if I wasn’t there she would’ve handled it just the same.” Joel nodded and looked down at your hands and how shaky they were. “It’s probably coffee, I’m used to drinking tea.” You said, noticing his gaze. You grabbed your mug and walked over to the kitchen to get away from his intense stare. You had your back to him as you carefully place it in the sink.

Joel was debating on where or not to tell you the truth, he wasn’t sure how you were going to take it. After you rushed out of dinner abruptly when Ellie mentioned your scars, he wanted to be cautious about his approach. “Last night, I found you asleep on the couch. You were shaking like hell but it wasn’t from the cold...I carried you to the bed, scared as shit that you were turning into an infected. But I couldn’t find a bite...You, uh, grabbed my arm before I could leave and said ‘don’t leave me’...So I stayed until you stopped shakin’. That’s all that happened.” Joel said. You were relieved he told you yet you were disappointed that you didn’t tell him about your past. You walked back over to the living room and Joel stood up. You moved your hands to slowly roll your sleeves up.

Joel gently took your hand in his, “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You smiled. Just as you were about to show him, Ellie walked into the room. You froze and looked over at the teenager.

“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” She said softly.

“No, it’s okay Ellie.” You let your sleeve go and smiled at her.

“Okay...Are we ready to go?”

“Yeah.” You nodded and left to go grab your things. Joel just stood there and sighed.

“Okay seriously, what happened?” Ellie asked him.

“Let’s get going.” Joel ignored her question.

“So cool!” Ellie smiled widely after feeding a branch to the giraffe. You stood in the back, smiling at her interaction, it was nice to see her smile.

Joel was also smiling and turned over to you, “Come on and say hello.”

“I-I don’t know, I’m not a huge fan of...Giant animals.” You said nervously.

“Seriously?”

“Serious. I’m terrified of whales...”

Joel chuckled and walked over to you and took you by the hand, “Well this ain’t no whale and giraffes a harmless.” He guided you to the edge of the roof and placed your hand gently on the animal’s long neck. You slowly petted the giraffe and Joel stayed right next to you. “See, not so bad?” He smiled at you. You stopped paying attention to the animal and your eyes were on Joel.

His smile was sweet and sincere and you felt your heart skip a beat. Joel noticed your gaze and felt his cheeks heat up at the attention. It’d been a long time since anyone looked at him that way. He didn’t feel worthy of it. “Look! There’s a whole herd!” Ellie shouted.

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked over to see it. You gasped and stepped back quickly when the giraffe moved its’ long body and turned around to follow the herd. “I’m glad we’re up here and not down there.” You chuckled.

“Wow you really are scared of them...” Ellie teased.

Joel headed over to the stairwell door and stopped before he opened it. “We don't have to do this. You know that, right?” He said. You furrowed your brows at his words.

"What's the other option?” Ellie spoke up.

“Go back to Tommy's. Just... be done with this whole damn thing.”

You were quiet at this, it was a tempting offer to turn back but you made a promise and it seems Ellie has as well. "After all we've been through. Everything that I've done. It can't be for nothing.” Ellie smiled at you and Joel and joined Joel at the door. Joel looked at you now.

“We have to see this through.” You said determined.

Joel nodded and opened the door to the stairwell.

The three of you walked into the empty QZ and Joel talked about how he was in one of the triage tents. You thought nothing of it until he hinted about his suicide attempt. You turned around quickly to face him as did Ellie. He sat down on one of the barricades and Ellie was quick to join him. You approached him slowly as he explained what happened.

Your heart ached to hear this, you couldn’t imagine watching your son die in front of you. “I know the feeling of not wanting to live on...” You said softly. Joel looked up at you and even with those few words, he understood the scars. You stepped closer to him and gently put your hand on his shoulder, “I’m glad you’re here.”

“And I’m glad you’re here darlin’.” Joel nodded. You had butterflies in your stomach when he called you that.

“Well, I’m glad you’re both here. Now let’s do this!” Ellie smiled.

“Joel!” You shouted as you resurfaced from the flooding waters. You saw Joel giving Ellie CPR. You were a good distance from him and swam with the currents to get to him quickly. Right as you walked out of the water you saw a gunman heading toward Joel. “Joel, look out!” You shouted but you were too late.

The gunman hit Joe in the head with the butt of his rifle. The other gunman aimed his gun at you and you raised your hands in the air. “Wait, you idiot!” The gunman who hit Joel shouted to the other one. He approached and studied you carefully, “Doctor?”

“Yes...Are you a firefly?” You said cautiously.

“Yeah, good to see you, doc, come on.” He gestured and you watched the other gunman carry Ellie. You were instructed to follow him and turned around to see Joel unconscious on the ground.

“They’re both fine, doctor, calm down,” Marlene reassured you.

You sighed and shook your head, “I want to see them.”

“I’ll take you to Ellie.”

You followed Marlene and rushed into the patient room where Ellie was laying in the bed. You gently brushed her hair with your fingers and sighed in relief. “It’s a miracle you three made it. I feared the worst...” Marlene smiled.

“It was all her, she’s the miracle.” You smiled back at Marlene.

“That she is...She’ll be prepped for surgery soon. I’d like you to join Dr. Anderson in the operating room.”

“Don’t we want to wait for her to wake up? At least to tell her what’s going on?”

“We don’t have that time. The doctors tell me the growth inside has somehow mutated. It's why she's immune. Once they remove it, they'll be able to reverse engineer a vaccine. And that’s where you come in. You can help with the vaccine process and both of our sufferings will be over.”

You knew what this meant and sat down in the chair that was next to the bed. You buried your face in your hands.

“We have to end this, doctor,” Marlene said softly.

“She has to know...We owe her that. Explain everything to her and let her choose. The kid has a right.” You moved your hands from your face and looked at Ellie, “And you know Joel will not be happy.”

“Do you know how much I’ve suffered? How much I’ve lost?”

“How about me, Marlene? My reputation was slandered, my name smeared, and my family hunted! All because the government wanted to keep things a secret!” You snapped.

Marlene stood up from her chair, “Then let’s make things right...Join the operating room when you are ready.” Marlene left the room and you sat there, contemplating...

You left the staff room and walked down the long hallway that would lead to the operating room. You were dressed in full PPE except for the face mask and head cover, you held those in your hands. You stopped in your tracks when you heard the gunshots and ran for cover. You hid there and heard the rushed footsteps of the firefly soldiers. One of them saw you and gestured for you to stay down.

Were you all under attack? Was Joel okay? Would Ellie be okay? You knew you needed to get there to warn the doctors against whoever is attacking them. You wondered where Marlene was as well. You crouched over to another cover and peeked your head over to see which way to the operating room. In a few minutes, there was silence and you decided to stand up and ran toward the double doors that led to the operating wing.

You saw the doors closing and ran faster, “Wait!” The doors shut and you banged on them. You tried to open it but the doors were barricaded. You looked at the door window and your heart dropped when you saw who was on the other side. “Joel...” You said in shock.

Joel couldn’t look at you, his face had blood splatters on it and you had a feeling it wasn’t his blood. “Don’t come after us.” He said.

“Joel, wait! You need to stop! Please!” You begged.

“I’m not losing her.”

“I don’t want to lose her either but -”

“She’s not yours to lose.” Joel cut you off and glared at you. You were quiet at this and looked at him softly. “Last time, I’ll warn you, doctor. I won’t hesitate to shoot you.”

“I’m not going to hurt you or Ellie.” You said then stopped yourself as you realize what you were saying. You were dressed to go in and operate on her... You were trying to see if you went in there you could find another way.

Joel noticed your realization and shook his head, “You’re just as crazy as the rest of them...You shouldn’t have survived.” Those words hit you like a dagger and you weren’t sure if Joel was just saying it to keep you away or if he meant it. Being the situation that it is...You knew he meant it. You felt tears form in your eyes and met his intense gaze.

Joel gave you another look before turning around and heading toward the operating room.

A few minutes later, the remaining firefly soldiers broke through the barricade and you ran into the operating room with them. You screamed in horror seeing Dr. Anderson dead. The other doctors were shaking in terror. You heard the soldiers shouting that Joel was heading to the elevator. You wanted to follow them and confront Joel but what difference would it make?

You stood there in the operating room, frozen in time and Joel’s last words played over and over in your head.

You shouldn’t have survived...

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