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bobattea · 6 months

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I don't know if you are still doing BSD smut requests, if you aren't you can ignore this. 😅

But if you are still doing it, can I request a Mean Dazai brat tamer smut with fem! or AFAB reader. The main punishment is edging then overstimulation with a lot of begging from the reader as Dazai just laughs at them and is being a sadist. Sorry if this is too much, have a lovely day/afternoon/night!❤️

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x AFAB!Reader Warnings: NSFW, Overstimulation, Edging, Mean!Dom!Dazai Word Count: 1030

A/N: I’m gonna open my requests for a little…just for some bsd x male!reader request since there also is some lacking for male reader representation. I haven’t written a male!reader before but I wanna try. Can be smut, fluff or angst

You knew you were being a nuisance; you knew damn well what you were doing, and Dazai knew it too, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of knowing how much you were getting on his nerves and pushing his buttons. Clearly, your teasing has no limits today. Sending risque pictures of yourself in lingerie while he’s at work and acting the fool,

Dazai’s not giving into your teasing and testy behaviour; seeing the things you were sending him only made his cock hard, and he has dirty thoughts of what he's going to do to you when he gets home. Dazai is always one to slack off from work, but not today. He wants to tell you all those things, but you’d be getting what you want, and he’s not going to do that for you, so instead he replies back with “That's a pretty set” or “That's a good colour on you,” which only makes you try harder at this point. The consequences aren’t even on your mind right now; in fact, they don’t exist. Your teasing was brought to an end when you decided it would be a good idea to send him one last message that tipped him over the edge.

Around half an hour later, Dazai returns to your shared apartment. You didn't expect him to be back so quickly. Dazai chuckled darkly at you. His hand flew to your face and held your chin with a tight grip, pulling your face closer to his. “I’ve just about had enough of your teasing today.” His voice was low and threatening. A smirk played on his lips as he watched your face turn pink and your eyes widen. “Oh~ gone all shy all of a sudden.” You couldn’t form words; your brain is still catching up on you. You knew this was going to happen, yet it still shocks you every time. "Tick, tock, sweetheart.” His voice was still low as he looked deep into your eyes; you still couldn't speak. The excitement went straight to your core causing your panties to become wet. Dazai smirks at your lack of response.

“M’sorry.” You mumble quietly, not breaking eye contact. Dazai’s grip did not loosen, and he chuckled again.

“Oho~ we are way past apologies now, Bella.” Dazai still holds your chin and brings your face closer, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. “You’re going to regret teasing me and being a little brat today~” A harsh smack lands on your ass, causing you to let out a yelp. Dazai’s smirk was still plastered on his face, satisfied with her reaction.

You already know that you’re in big trouble, so why not push a little further? Your hand trails down his shirt to his belt, giving it a gentle tug in your direction. Dazai groaned slightly now that it was your turn to smirk as your hand continued down towards his already hard cock, palming him through his trousers.

Dazai’s hand flies to your wrist, gripping it tightly. “Who said you get to touch?" He pulls your hand away from his cock.

“I did; come on, Dazai! You’ve been struggling your whole day; let me make it up to you." You bat your eyelashes at him; he chuckles.

“You have two choices, darling; either I shut you up myself or you show me what else your mouth can do.” His face was close to yours again; you didn’t answer, only looking at him with wide eyes. “Good girl, now.” He points to the bedroom. “Get your pretty ass in the bedroom and on the bed.” Dazai orders. There was no hesitation; you made your way through the house, with Dazai following behind you.

You were usually quite obedient in the bedroom, but you woke up today and chose violence, slowly teasing your tongue along Dazai’s cock, then pulling away and saying that’s all he's going to get, which results in him using your mouth despite your little games. That's how you wanted it—the raw desire from Dazai. He had to take that power away from you, show you who’s really in charge.

Your bratty tendencies only got you half to where you wanted to be: on your back with Dazai holding a vibrator to your sensative clit while he fucks into you, your legs shaking uncontrollably, needing your release. It's been maybe an hour or two, and you still haven't been allowed to cum. You get close, and Dazai takes it away instantly. He has that sadistic look in his eye again; he’s enjoying this too much.

“‘Samu…please.” Your pathetic mewls cause Dazai’s cock to twitch; he stops and pulls out, earning another whine from you.

“Aw, does my Bella want to come?” You nod in response, and he chuckles darkly again. “That's too bad; I’m not finished having my fun with you yet.” He thrusts back in, pounding slowly yet hard with enough force to make the headboard hit the wall at the same time. You let out loud yelps and moans every time.

"Dazai, it's too much! Please!” You screamed in pleasure. Dazai was overstimulating you; you couldn't focus on the sensations of the vibrator, his thrusts, or your own release. It was too much; between this and edging you, he really was punishing you for being a little shit all day. You clenched around him; the cause of your orgasm isn't clear; there's too much going on; you have no control over your body anymore; the vibrator stopped. Dazai stopped, you opened your eyes, and he had a new look on his face. It was terrifying, and the excitement sent shocks to your core.

“I clearly haven’t trained you well enough." His voice was dark; you didn't know what he meant at first. “You really do want to be disobedient today, don't you?” He smirks down at you, his tone condescending. He grips your hair and pulls you up to his face. “You come when I tell you to come.” You hadn’t realised you had come without his permission, but god did he sound hot like this; your body was already reacting to it.

"Let's try again, shall we, Bella?”

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alientee · 5 months

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To Live Mauga x reader

I wrote this after reading a agnst Mauga fic it made me sad so I changed my past idea from slice of life to a fluffy moments with taking care of Mauga (gender neutral reader)

You didn’t ask Mauga a lot about his past, but you know it made him into the man he is today. As long as you’ve known him, he’s always had a carefree outlook on life. You’ve seen him angry, happy, horny, and even embarrassed.

But you had never seen him sad; nothing could wipe the usual smirk off his handsome face. To have a face of complete shock or dread was not something you were used to seeing. Mauga, the unshakable mountain of a man, was trembling, and you didn’t know what to do.

He came home distressed, covered in bandages. He took one look at you and instantly went to the bedroom, cooping himself up without saying a word. You made your way to the room to see the man you loved on the bed, slightly curled up, as if it would hide him from the world.

You went over to him and put your arms around him. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t even move. But somehow, you knew he didn’t want words; he just needed you. You continued to hold him, rocking him back and forth. And after an hour of that, he finally spoke.

“I almost died today." Your blood ran cold. Those are genuinely the last words you ever wanted to hear from him. You knew working for Talon would come with trouble, but being prepared for it was a whole different issue. You didn’t speak, deciding to wait and see if he’d continue.

“We had a mission to capture this dude. He owed Doom first a lot of cash. I should’ve known it would be bullshit when he sent the whole team. The guy we were chasing had us trapped like rats, trying to pick us off one by one. He had a lot of goons, too, until we finally caught up with him. The place was already torn down and still coming down on top of us. That asshole knew he couldn’t make it out, so he set himself off.”

You look at him, confused. “Set himself off?” Mauga nodded.

“He had bombs on his body, saying he wouldn’t give doom shit. He said he reached his goal, and he'd die knowing he did it with no regrets. I knew he was crazy, but I didn’t think he’d off himself before we could even capture him.”

Mauga leaned his head onto yours; he stayed quiet for a moment before placing his face on your shoulder.

“The whole building was coming down, and because I was the tank, I took the blunt hit off it. I was trapped behind the ceiling debris that fell. The whole building was falling apart; shit was on fire, and I was trapped. I thought I wasn’t gonna get out. When more of the ceiling fell on top of me, it broke open the floor. I fell through, but I had a chance. I had to crawl most of the way and use my guns to break whatever was blocking me off. I reached dead end after dead end, and I didn’t think I could get out. Shit was falling down on me, and I could barely breathe, and by the time I made it somewhere else, I thought it was another dead end until I dug through the debris and made it outside.”

You hugged him tighter, kissing his face all over. He had bruises all over his face. You kissed each of them softly, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“I’m so glad you made it out, darling. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you. My poor baby."

Mauga leaned into your touch, snuggling closer to your warmth. He kisses your cheek, finding his way back to your neck.

“Wanna know the most fucked up part when I got out. They were flying away, and the only reason they came back was because Sigma saw me and started waving, and Sombra came to look. They left me for dead, and I’m not even fucking surprised.”

You scowled “I’m not surprised either; I really wish you never joined Talon in the first place, but I know that as a mercenary, you have to do what you need to.”

He nodded while kissing your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest, and you rubbed your fingers over his bandaged arms.

“For the first time in a long time, I was afraid of dying. I promised myself after the heart surgery I’d live every day like it was my last; I just never thought that day would come as quickly as that. I was actually fucking scared of dying. I didn’t want to die that way, trapped and alone."

You held him tighter, and if you felt your shoulder getting wet, you didn’t say anything about it.

“I thought about you, how I couldn’t leave you, and how I had to get back to you. All I wanted to do was get back to the one person who gave a damn about me.”

“And you did. I’m so proud of you, my love.” You run your fingers through his hair and console him. "You're so strong. I know I worry about you a lot when you go on missions, but I never doubted that you would always come back to me."

You both hold each other while sharing sweet kisses and longing looks. Putting your foreheads against one another, Mauga squeezes your hips, bringing you closer.

“How about we take a bath together? I could look at your wounds, and after that, I’ll warm up dinner for you.”

Mauga nods, kissing your lips softly. “I’d love that, baby."

You got to the bathroom and ran the bath water. You can hear Mauga behind you getting undressed. You turn around and help him take off his wraps. He runs his hands through your hair, kissing your forehead as you slowly remove his bandages.

You couldn’t help but flinch at some of his wounds. You lift his hands, kissing each one of his knuckles. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You both stepped in the tub, but this time you got behind him. You take the shampoo and conditioner and start with his hair. He growled when you scrubbed his scalp; he always loved it when you played in his hair.

He growled and leaned his head back. As you rinsed his hair out, he leaned into you, kissing your jaw and neck. You softly push him away. “Let me wash your back.” He turned back around, letting you wash him.

“Wanna wash all of me?” You roll your eyes at him while he snickers.

“I’m not washing your butt, you dork," he playfully splashes you, causing water to get in your face and all over the floor.

"Oops"

After you both finish up, you dry off his hair, then clean and rewrap his wounds. He holds your waist the whole time, not giving you much room to move. “Do they hurt really bad?”

He gives you a pout, nodding his head. "Yup, kiss em for me?” You laughed at his foolishness. “You know what? Yes, I will.”

You lean in, kissing every one of his bandaged wounds. Mauga runs his fingers through your hair. He brings your face up to his, bringing you into a slow, passionate kiss. Your tongues caress each other, and his hands cover your face while rubbing your temples.

You lean back and kiss his chest, where his two hearts would be. “Let me warm your food up, then we could watch a movie."

He nodded. You both headed downstairs, and while you got his food ready, Mauga didn’t let you go. You are used to him being affectionate, but not this clingy. You didn’t mind, though he almost lost his life. You almost lost him. No matter how long it took, you’d be by his side, spoiling him until he was comfortable.

“Common Mauga I promised you cuddles and a movie."

And that’s how you both ended the night, cuddled up in each other's arms, sharing kisses and light touches. Mauga hands never left you. He nuzzled himself into your chest, and you played in his hair. Laughing at his cute antics.

“Gimmie kiss,” you lean down, kissing his lips.

"Another.” You start laughing; the sight of the giant man pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes was so adorable.

When you kiss him again, Mauga bites your bottom lip, sucking on it. Once he lets you go, you can’t help but ask something that’s been on your mind.

“You’re not going back to them, are you?”

“Don’t know"

You sighed, not really liking the answer, but not questioning it.

“Just know you don’t need them to make a living."

He looks up at you, kissing your nose.

“I know; all I need is you."

And after that, you couldn’t help but give Mauga all the kisses he wanted.

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 4 months

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Well, since you're asking, how about Topaz and Himeko (Separately), with an S/O who is a kleptomaniac, so their room is full of things that were definitely not bought, there's a skiff from xianzhou, a robot from Belobog, and even a puppet from Herta. Normally they would ask to return it obviously, but what if their S/o was presenting their treasures to them with so much enthusiasm that they are thinking about what decision to make... Until they see a Stellaron as a lamp

Them with a kleptomaniac

characters: Himeko / Topaz x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: none

a/n: decided to make it a little bit *less* extreme, since stealing one a whole Stellaron might land someone in… serious trouble.

Also, I don't often write for Star Rail, so if I got smth wrong, please tell me, I'm always open to feedback.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Himeko

Himeko understood the importance of keepsakes better than anyone. With how many planets the Astral Express visited it was difficult to keep in touch with them all, so having a small souvenir to remember one’s adventures was a nice and effective way. A mindset the two of you shared… although as it turned out your definition of memento seemed to differ slightly.

Remaining on the Express while the others went on an adventure had its upsides. There was no threat looming over one's head, no responsibility of saving a world or defeating the big bad. Just a calm silence filled with the knowledge that there was nothing to worry about… In other words: It was boring.

“I only noticed when I went down on Javrilo-VI myself, but that pin you are wearing is from Belobog, right?” Himeko’s question punctured the silence, both of you having spent the last hour or so looking out the window at the ice-covered planet in front of you, the familiar sight causing her to remember what she had intended to ask so long ago.

Within an instant, your eyes lit up as you excitedly stared at her before nodding your head, seemingly happy one of your colleagues finally noticed.

“Do you want one as well? I have a full box of them in my room”, you quickly offered as your legs started to move on your own, vanishing through the door before she had a chance to stop you.

A full box? That was… a concerning amount of something to keep as a keepsake. And yet, with how eager you seemed to collect as many mementos as you could, it didn’t seem too far-fetched for you to have asked for it at some point.

When you returned with a collection of different pins in your hand however, Himeko’s skepticism turned into full-on suspicion.

“Which one of them is more to your liking? There’s this one made out of surprisingly light metal, even though it looks pretty sizable you cant even feel it tug on your shirt. Oh! Or this one plated in gold, that one was quite difficult to get my hands on, since the light reflective off of it nearly made Pela notice. Or do you like this one more?”, you explained while showing one pin after another into her hands, making it that much more difficult to get a good look at the small inscription on them.

“Wait. What was that last part about?”, Himeko suddenly cut you off, looking at you with a baffled expression you or your fellow trailblazers didn't get to see all too often, in turn causing you to slightly tilt your head in confusion.

“When I… grabbed the pin plated in gold the light of the sun reflected on it and nearly caused Pela to notice”, you slowly repeated yourself, sounding unsure about which part caught her attention as your mind began to wander over the possibilities.

“You just grabbed all of them and took them with you without anyone noticing?”

“Yeah? Wait. How do you get your keepsakes?”, you asked bewildered, taking a quick glance down at your pins before looking back up at her, a hint of red finding its way onto your cheeks.

“Y/N. What other mementos did you take with you?”, Himeko’s expression grew more serious, her question sounding a lot more than an interrogation now than before, something that didn’t get better when silence filled the room as you didn’t answer, suddenly averting her gaze.

“...Do you remember when Asta told us about one of Herta’s puppets going missing?”

Topaz

The Xianzhou Luofu’s residents and the IPC had… polite relations at best, often clashing over different approaches of how to handle trade. So hearing that her partner did a stellar job at juggling making profits and improving relations with the populace whenever her higher-ups sent them there filled Topaz with something akin to pride, not comparable to what she felt whenever she accomplished something remarkable herself, but still enough to make her appreciate you even more.

And yet, whenever she heard her own higher-ups mention your name, it was often followed by a complaint or comment about paying for something out of your pocket.

“Topaz? Are you alright?”, your voice ripped her out of her thoughts, suddenly once again finding herself in front of the door you had led her to, only to see it wide open as she managed to see a collection of all kinds of different items on the other side.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just spacing out”, Topaz quickly apologized before stepping into the large room, taking a look around herself as she felt her mouth slightly open in awe. “Are those all from the Luofu?”

“Mhm”, you hummed in approval before striking a proud pose. “It took a long time and effort, but I’d say it was worth it”, you stated before showing Topaz a small smile. Seemed like she wasn’t the only one that liked to collect things, only that she liked to adopt small animals and you keepsakes from your jobs. And yet, just as she was about to say something once again, her eyes landed on what was obviously a starskiff…

“Wow. How much does a starskiff even cost? You must have saved up a long time to put enough money on the table that they agreed to sell you one, right?” Topaz asked half-jokingly with a big smile on her lips as she reached out to touch it, still surprised to see it in a place like this.

“Who knows? I honestly doubt they’d agree to sell it to me even if I put all the money in the world on the table.”

Your statement caused Topaz to freeze in motion, as her head slowly turned towards you. “But if they’d never agree to sell this to you, how do you have one here-?”

And then it all started to suddenly make a lot of sense. The complaints from the higher-ups, the fees they’d use your salary to pay, the fact that you did such a great job and still didn’t manage to get a promotion and last but not least the special guide the Luofu sent to accompany you at all times that you told her about… a guide that suddenly sounded more like a babysitter.

Oh no.

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Hello!!! Back to request a Dom!Felix/Sub!Reader. Where reader has a Voice kink and absolutely cannot cum without Felix’s guidance.

The Voice

Felix x Female reader

Word count: 2.3K (of absolute Felix filth)

Synopsis: When your boyfriend is out of town, there's only one rule. DON'T touch what's his, but when he's gone and you get needy, your man gives in to you just this once. The trouble is you need his voice to get off.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! This from start to finish was a whole ass ride! 🤭 @cessixja I hope this is everything you wanted and more and I hope this sooths the sting from the last 2 thick reader stories for everyone! If you all like this please give it a reblog, like, comment, lose it in my asks whatever! Love the feedback it FUELS ME! lol! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, LOTS of dirty talking, masterbation (m&f), guided masterbation, Felix dom/MC sub dynamic. Cum play (a little), sext pictures, I think that's it really but if I missed something let me know and I'll add it asap!

When you found out your boyfriend’s performance in Paris was going to be televised you told yourself to record it and watch it later. You knew if you watched it live what would happen. The same thing that always happened when you saw Felix preforming on stage. Seeing him dancing, hot and sweaty, lifting his shirt and showing his abs, millions of people screaming for the man that you got to have. It made your pussy throb with want but Felix had one rule when he was out of town. No touching yourself. So you were going to record it and watch it with him when he got home, that way when your juices soaked through your panties Felix could fuck your brains out.

That’s what you were going to do but when you clicked the tv on to set the channel to record, it had already started. Suddenly flashing across your one hundred- and twenty-inch tv that Felix insisted on buying for gaming, was the man himself, thrusting and gyrating his hips on stage, sweat dripping down his face. The boys all turned doing the choreo for Charmer and Chan, Innie and Felix all lifted their shirts showing off their abs. You only cared about Felix, zeroed in on the hard lines of his body that trailed and disappeared into his pants that hung low on his hips. You pressed your legs together already starting to feel your sex throb with want but you didn’t dare touch yourself. Not without Felix’s express permission.

Then the lights went out and red spotlights flooded the stage. Oh fuck. Not Red Lights you said to yourself, anything but Red Lights. Sure enough the boys all walked forward with their collars on and you knew you were fucked! You wanted to rub your pussy over your silky pajama shorts so badly, but you liked being a good girl for Felix just a bit more. The reward outweighed the want... to an extent. You knew he was on stage and wouldn’t be able to answer right away, that was okay, you had to ask. You pulled out your phone and texted Felix. You started by sending him a pic of your cute lacey pajama set you had on.

You: Lixie baby... I accidentally saw Charmer and Red Lights when I turned the tv on to record. I’m so wet! Can I pretty please touch myself tonight? Just this once?

You set your phone down and patiently waited for a response while your cunt refused to stop oozing for Felix. You had dozed off on the couch a little bit until you heard your text alert go off a couple hours later. You woke up quickly grabbing your phone, the ache between your legs still present.

Lixie: Those are cute jammies angel. I thought you weren’t going to watch until I was home? You know the rules baby. That pussy is mine. NO touching.

You: I know Lixie, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I’ll be a good girl. I won’t touch it.

Lixie: Awww angel, you’re always such a good girl for me...

Lixie: Okay, just this once I let you play with what's mine. You just make sure you send me an audio clip of your sweet moans to cum to angel.

You: REALLY!? You mean it Lixie baby?! I can play with it?!

Lixie: Yes my love, you can play with that cute little cunt just tonight and only fingers, no toys. Understand me?

You: Oh yes Lixie! I do baby! I’ll be so good! I’ll finger myself and scream your name when I cum and send it to you.

Lixie: That’s my good girl. Have fun angel. 😘

You: ❤️🥰😘 I love you!

Lixie: I love you too sweet thing.

You rushed to you and Felix’s room, slid off your silky shorts and got comfortable on your bed. You pulled up the recording of the performance and watched your man dancing as you started to run your hands over the silky material still covering your breasts. You pinched and played with your nipples before running your hands further down your body tracing your fingers through your wet cunt, collecting your arousal and spreading it over your clit with two fingers. You kept your phone close so when you came you could record it and send it to Felix like he’d told you to. You teased your clit and pushed your fingers inside yourself trying to climax, trying to cum, but you couldn’t. You were so used to hearing Felix’s deep voice as he teased and fucked you that without it, you couldn’t get off. You huffed out a frustrated sigh and picked up your phone to text Felix again.

You: I’m sorry Lixie no matter how much I play with it, I can’t make it cum without you telling me to. I miss your voice baby.

Lixie: Awww angel, you poor poor thing. Is your pussy throbbing for me? Hmm? Does it hurt?

You: YES Lixie I want to cum so badly!

Shortly after you hit send on the text your phone rang and the cute picture of you and Felix kissing on the love bridge popped up. You answered quickly excited.

“Lixie?!” He cooed at you on the phone.

“Awww angel, it does hurt doesn’t it, I can hear it in your voice.” You whined and you already started to feel your body responding to Felix’s deep demon like voice.

“It does Lixie, what should I do?” He hummed thinking.

“Hmmm, why don’t you start rubbing your clit for me hm?” You let out a deep breath just hearing his voice was already helping you relax.

“Okay Lix...” You started teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with your wet fingers and it already felt so much better than it had before.

“How does that feel angel? Is it getting better?” You let out a soft whimper.

“A little...” you whined

“Push a finger inside baby let me hear how juicy you are for me.” You held the phone closer to your cunt and pumped your finger inside yourself, a loud squelching came from your dripping hole. You put the phone back to your ear.

“I’m so fucking wet for you Lix... fuck!” He hummed and his breaths were starting to come out faster, more labored, he was touching himself and it only made the want between your legs worse.

“Fuck... you are angel. I wish I was there to lick you clean... fucking love the way you taste baby. Put another finger in and fuck yourself harder, I want it to sound like your pussy is in front of me. Go on.” You put the phone close to your sex again and added a finger pumping it into your tender cunt faster and harder. Your juices squishing and oozing from you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh god Lixie it feels so good, I wish it was your fingers inside me, your thick cock... mmm. I know you would make me cream on it and clean it up. Fuck I wanna clean your cock so bad for you baby.” Felix’s deep voice rumbled through the phone as he got more excited.

“You’re absolutely right angel, I’d fuck my hole wide open until you juiced all over my dick, and then I’d make you choke on it. Would you like that baby? You wanna gag on my cock?” You were getting more worked up every time his thunderous voice told you what he’d do to your wet pussy and what he’d make you do to him.

“Yes Lixie FUCK! FUCK! Wish you were here baby, wish you could fuck my throat. You always call me a good girl when I let you fuck my throat, it makes me so wet for you Lix.” He hummed and you could hear the wet sound of Felix jacking off on the other end of the phone.

“MMmmm You are my good girl, let me take the holes I want to take, cum where I want to cum. MMMmmm want you to start teasing your clit while you fuck that cunt with your fingers... add a third one I wanna hear you screaming for me angel. Fuck! I’m so close!” You heard wet fapping moving faster. You put your phone by your ear on your pillow and you started to tease your clit again, adding a third finger inside your hole just like Felix said to.

“Fuck! Felix!”

“That’s right angel say my fucking name while you finger fuck yourself.” You moaned louder, his deep voice sent vibrations through your body the dirtier the things he said got.

“So full Lixie wish it was your fingers, your cock...” You whined as you felt the coil in you tighten.

“I know angel, I’ll give you my cock good and hard when I get home but now I need you to cum on those fingers for me, fuck that cunt good I wanna hear it...” You were pumping your fingers inside your slick pussy so hard the wet sound of your palm slapping against your cunt was loud enough to hear without moving the phone closer.

“Fuck yes angel, hard, finger fuck yourself hard for me fuck!!!” Fap fap fap fap and Felix’s heavy breaths were all you could hear in between the wicked demonic sounding words that came from his lips.

“Are you gonna cum Lixie?” You moaned and he grunted, tugging on his cock faster, harder.

“OH FUCK YES! I’m gonna cum angel and you’re gonna fucking cum with me, spit on your fingers, press four of them against that clit and rub it like you mean it, like you’re gonna drip down my dick baby.” You spit on the fingers that had been teasing your clit and did as Felix said, pressing your four fingers against it hard and rubbing fast as you fucked yourself with your other hand.

“F-F-Felix! Fuck! Tell me I can cum baby! I need to hear it! Need you to give me permission, need to hear your voice!!!” Felix was moaning and panting just as much as you were.

“Uhuhuhuh fuck angel cum.... you hear me? FUCKING CUM!” His voice growled through the receiver and you started to cum on your fingers.

“FUCKFUCKFUCK! OH MY GOT LIXIE YES! OH FUCK YOUR VOICE DON’T STOP!” He didnt’ he kept saying the most deliciously dirty things to you.

“Oh fuck oh fuck yes, cream for me baby, let me hear that pussy gush! Fuck it! Fuck it! Yes slap your clit angel let me hear you scream!!!” You started slapping your clit hard working your fingers inside you, prolonging your orgasm. Smack smack smack and then you started coming again.

“FELIXFELIXFELIXFUCKFUCKFUCK!” You heard Felix spit in his hand, fap fap fap fap the wet sound of his hand squeezing and jerknig his cock to the sounds of your sweet screams of his name.

“OUuuughhhh! FUUHHHHHUCK! UHUHUHUH! MMMMMM! ANGEL YOU’RE SUCH A DIRTY GIRL FOR ME! FUCK I'M COMING ALL OVER MYSELF FOR YOU ANGEL!” Felix squeezed and pulled on his cock until every bit of his seed spilled on his tummy. He was breathing heavy after his orgasm.

“Whew... huh... uh... we’re not done yet here angel I wanna hear you cream one more time. Now slap that cunt and fuck your fingers like you have my cock.” You were panting a layer of sweat glistening on your body.

“I-I-I don’t know if I can Lixie...” He cooed at you.

“Awww angel you can and you will. Now be my good girl. Slap that pussy and fuck that hole open real good for me, cum for me and I’ll send you a picture of the mess I made for you.” You slapped your cunt and fucked your fingers and when you heard Felix’s deep voice promise a picture of his cum covered abs you came on the spot.

“MMMMMMMLIXIELIXFELIX FUCK DO YOU HEAR IT BABY?” Slapping and squelching is all that could be heard as you came for a third time. You were panting, fucked out and out of breath.

“Such a good girl, fuck, my angel, rub it out baby, nice and soft, smear those juices around good for me cause I want a picture of that sopping wet pussy. I know it’s so fucking creamy I can practically taste it.” You gently ran your whole hand over your cunt spreading your slick all over, making a mess. You took a picture of your glistening fingers parting your pussy lips that were coated in your cum showing Felix your fucked out hole leaking your juices. You sent it and when Felix opened the picture you could hear him take in a sharp breath.

“Oh angel, you did so good. Almost looks like I pounded that hole open. SUCH a good girl.” You suddenly got a text notification and you opened it to see Felix’s defined abs, his crotch, his hand that was stroking his softening cock, all of it covered in his cum it was such a big load. You moaned softly knowing you had the same effect on him as he did on you.

“Lixie SO much cum! You made such a mess baby. I wish I could clean it up for you. I’d lick every drop. You always taste so sweet.” He hummed satisfied and starting to get drowsy post nut.

“I know you would angel. Be a good girl and get some rest. I’ll be home tomorrow and by the time I’m done with you baby, your gonna be so full you’ll squeezing my cum out of every hole. Would you like that?” You hummed also feeling the post nut sleep pulling at you.

“Mmhmm. Promise?” You could hear the smile in Felix’s voice

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callofdudes · 6 months

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Keegan P. Russ x Autistic Reader

A/n: Once again, I myself am not autistic, I'm just here to try and spread love to you guys through characters. If any of this is wrong you can feel free to let me know ♥️

Keegan had a small circle. He didn't people a whole lot but mentoring the new kids that somehow ended up under his wing kind of became his thing. Like the unethical uncle whose closer in age to you than your parents kinda thing.

So when he heard you'd be joining the team he knew you were damn good. They hadn't had someone join for a while considering how tight knit that were, under the radar and skilled.

So whoever you were, you were worthy and Keegan could recognize that. Even if he'd test for himself your limits on field.

When you first met him he wasn't exactly what you'd expected. The others looked somewhat presentable and there was... Keegan. 😂😅

You were nervous to impress them and didn't want to fail. You were given the opportunity to work with the ghost team. You didn't want to screw it up.

When you met him, those first few days were extremely anxiety inducing. Shaking his hand and struggling to keep your eyes in one place.

"Eyes on me soldier."

"Sorry sir." You whispered, looking up at him briefly before your eyes darted away somewhere else again.

"Have trouble with eye contact soldier?"

"Yes sir... Sorry."

"That's fine. Just address me respectfully. We'll work on the eye contact."

You nod a little, following after him while Logan and Hesh follow after.

It didn't take too long. He eventually got his hands on your proper file instead of word of mouth and got to reading. This is where he discovered you are autistic.

Ah, so that explained eye contact. He doesn't know a lot about autism. He knows it makes a person neurologically different from others. But that was about it.

He just shrugged and went along with it, figuring he could learn from watching you. Since staying in the background and watching was his thing.

He watched you attempt to socialize with the others. They were all relatively quiet, all except for Hesh and Logan, who were riding the excitement of a new member.

They were a family and happy to welcome you and your skills in.

Over time Keegan got to noticing little things about you. How you flinched and at louder noises and your nose scrunched whenever you accidentally touched something you didn't like.

Especially the masks that they had for you guys to optionally wear. They were scratchy and tight and just didn't feel the best. Immediately turning down the offer to wear it.

Keegan noticed how you are your food, what you would refuse and what you'd eat. Your little organized piles, as well as with your new room.

Huh, autism definitely had its perks. That what he thought at first. One mission where you were forced to wear the mask for clearance purposes changed that.

You were stuck in this tight, itchy thing. It made your face too hot and pulled at your cheeks. You kept tugging it and trying to move it, scrunching up when it rubbed on your skin.

"Keep up kid." Keegan called behind him as he walked further along the old road. Your feet picked back up, silently following while trying to just get over the feeling of the mask.

Everything was going good, the air was quiet, the enemies were still. The ghost team doing what it did best.

Until the stress, the mask, the smell of the air through the fabric, and something inside you all too familiar snapped.

You dropped your gun at your hilt, immediately clawing at the thing desperately. Keegan whipped around, gun aimed until he saw it.

"Kid- kid, easy." He went over, attempting to pull your hands away but tears filled your eyes. "Get it off- get it off! Get it off!" You choked, voice cutting into nothing.

"You need to keep it on, it's fine."

You sobbed, finally pulling the edge, trying to rip it off your face, so Keegan stepped in. Pushing your back against the wall, his knee pressing into you as he gently pulled the mask off, letting you breathe.

Your back against the wall was grounding, breathing in air, rubbing your sweaty face of the afterfeeling. "Easy... Keep your head in the game, kid."

After that Keegan decided to do some more digging. He hadn't seen you looked so panicked.

That's where he learned about your sensitivity to different things and how textured, tastes, smells, touch, all can be affected.

And he felt that protectiveness. He didn't have to, but he went to the main office and got a different mask approved. It was a smoother, almost silk texture. Not too heavy, and it was loose. Next mission he gave it to you.

"Kid, try this." He tossed you the mask and in a last second you caught it, looking at it. "For me?" You looked back up at him.

"Keep your helmet on straight, you should be fine." He grabs his gun, nodding. "Wanna help you do your job right, right?"

You smiled softly. "Right."

From that point on Keegan pretty much adopted you. You were a good fighter, sometimes getting overwhelmed. When you were alone down in the compound with the others in the building, he was there.

"Keegan..."

"Talk to me kid, what do ya need?"

"I don't know what to do..." Your breathing was picking up as you looked at all the corners and empty fields.

Keegan nodded, grabbing the monitor. "Alright, couple feet in front of you, then you'll make a left. Should be two guys at the end of that wall. Take them down."

Keegan walked you through. It became habit to help you through when you needed it or felt unsure and overwhelmed.

And if anyone attempted to bully you or point it out? I pray for their soul, because God is the last thing they'll be talking to after that.

Keegan is pretty protective of you, and overtime You've grown closer to you. You opened up about your life with autism over drinks one evening. Telling him about the good and the bad.

Keegan wasn't the hugest talker, so he listened. Eyes on you, he tipped his drink to his mouth as you talked about autism. And then slowly throughout telling some of your life story you dragged onto topics of your favorite game characters or action figures. Iconic music people you liked or movies. And Keegan listened with interest.

You two talked until the bar closed and Keegan covered the tab, escorting you out the door.

"Keegan." You touched his arm.

He turned before getting in the car, looking at you. "Yeah?"

"Thanks. People usually say I'm annoying... You listened though."

Keegan hummed. "Always listening kid. Always."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully. You got in the car and the two of you headed home.

After a nightmare of the battlefield, you would usually just hide. Your weight blanket under your bed usually worked. Your other squadmates hated you and you first started having nightmares around them.

But this time, breathing heavy, tears in your eyes, you found yourself at Keegan's door.

Keegan grumbled as he unlocked it and looked at you. "Kid... Y'ok?"

You shake your head, trembling. "Can I... Stay with you?"

There was a tense moment. Keegan didn't let many people into his room, or his bed, for any reason on that matter. But something tugged on that heart of his buried somewhere in there.

"Come in. Get comfy as you need."

You nodded gratefully and came over. Keegan let you lay down, smelling the familiar smell of Keegan on the sheets. Seeing his room for the first time. If was dark, there weren't any vibrant colors or patterns so it wasn't as much to look at.

But sometimes that's nice.

Keegan sat in the chair by his desk, looking at you, watching you get all situated in bed.

"Keegan can..." You sniffed. "Can you lay on top of me?"

He frowned. "What for?"

"Just... Please, it's complicated."

Keegan could see in your eyes you weren't pulling his leg so he did. Crawling into bed, making sure you were comfy on your back before slotting himself on top of you, arms wrapped around you a little, head settling.

"This ok?"

You wrapped your arms around him tightly. "Yes, thank you." You whispered. And within 20 minutes you were back asleep. With a warm, known body against yours.

Keegan has got your back. It's something you've slowly come to realize over time. Whether it be helping with food, environment, being a giant human weight blanket, talking you through missions, letting you ramble about anything you'd like.

You found yourself smiling with this family. Getting a chuckle out of him as you rambled on and on about things you wanted so desperately to talk about. Stuff someone was willing to hear.

This was a place that made you feel safe, a person you felt safe with.

Keegan could probably do some more research, and he promises he will find the time for it, but for now, he will learn alongside you as you grow more and more into an even better soldier.

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divine-knight-hand · 6 months

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Um hi! Would it be ok if I could request FNAF Michael Afton relationship sfw and nsfw headcanons with a Introvert female reader? Please and thank you!

OMG! Hi, Anon!!! That's way more than okay! As an introverted female myself, I would love nothing more than to give my headcanons on this! 😆

You're also my first request, so congratulations! I may or may not have jumped on starting this faster than a cat jumps on the light from a lazer pointer. I also may or may not have stayed up later than I should have while writing this... 😅

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy, Anon! I went pretty in-depth (maybe more than I should have, but I regret nothing! 😼).

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Pairing: Michael Afton x Introverted!Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff and smut, undertones of anxiety (you kind of have to squint), soft dom!Michael, sub!reader, missionary, praise, cunnilingus

SFW

At work, he typically keeps to himself, but not because he's painfully shy like you are. He's okay with talking to others when he has to. In fact, he's pretty charismatic when he does talk to others, which is what drew you to him in the first place.

A lot of your time together was spent in silence. He didn't consider it awkward, though. It was a comfortable silence to him.

He even thought your shyness was cute at times. The way you twiddled your thumbs or bit your lip drove him wild.

Michael confessed his feelings to you first, of course, but he was blushing and nervously scratching the back of his neck the whole time. He instantly let out a breath of relief when you reciprocated his feelings before pulling you into a hug.

He's extremely considerate of your boundaries, always checking with you before doing something he thinks might even remotely bother you.

Right before your first kiss, he softly whispered, "Can I kiss you?" You eagerly nodded, cupping his face in your hands as he closed the gap between your mouths.

Since then, you've immediately grown a lot more comfortable with him, opening up to him a lot more. Knowing that he could put someone like you at ease filled him with a huge sense of pride.

He's grown a sense of protectiveness over you. He gets furious when other men start flirting with you, because he knows it makes you feel uncomfortable. He's threatened to send many a man to the hospital on your behalf. He once almost followed through…

He tries to inspire you to speak up for yourself more. He knows he can only help so much with your strong avoidance of confrontation, and the thought of you just lowering your head and dealing with things you know you're not okay with makes him a little sick.

"Tell me what's on your mind, love"

"Come on, love, I couldn’t possibly help you if I don’t know what’s troubling you.”

Much much MUCH physical contact. He’ll hold your hand, wrap his arm around your shoulders, let you rest your head on his shoulder. All of it! Even when you’re not talking, he doesn’t want you to doubt for a second that he’s absolutely in love with you.

He’ll also hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder a lot, especially when you’re doing something and can’t turn around to hug him back right away.

He loves feeling your hands in his hair when you’re kissing. Just had to throw that out there.

Will he shower you with compliments? Absolutely! He never expects you to respond, either, especially since you almost never know how. He just wants you to know.

“You’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning.”

Once your social battery runs out, he’ll immediately take you home. It doesn’t matter where you are. He won’t hesitate. Your comfort is top priority for him.

NSFW

In this relationship dynamic, I could see him as a soft dom.

His favorite position with you is missionary. He loves whispering praise in your ear as he’s slowly thrusting into you.

“That’s it, love. Just like that…”

“You feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.”

He also loves holding your hand the whole time. From start to finish. He’ll even give your hand a small squeeze as a warning that he’s close.

He’s very big on kissing. He’ll kiss any part of you that he can reach in the moment.

He accidentally marks you up from time to time. He just can’t help himself.

When he eats you out, he eats like he’s been starving. He’ll still hold your hand, too.

He loves having your legs draped over his shoulders, and the taste of you is intoxicating to him.

Regardless of the position, he loves every little sound you make, from breaths to moans to whimpers. He wants to hear it all. They only serve to spur him on, after all~

Even in the bedroom, he’ll make sure to keep trying to get you to speak your mind.

“What do you want me to do, love? Use your words…”

“Tell me, how’s that feel? Good? Good…”

He’s open to a lot. Anything you ask him to try, he’ll do it at least once.

He takes your comfort very seriously. If you seem apprehensive, even in the slightest, he’ll stop everything to ask if you’re okay.

“The moment I do anything you don’t like, please let me know.”

A dirty little secret of his is that he loves when you rake your nails down his back.

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justlemmeadoreyou · 7 months

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Unfulfilled

Ok so this was something I wrote a month ago, a simple idea that just popped up in my head. I kinda wanted to make this a series, and I still have the whole story, but I didn't think you all would like it, so tell me if you do! xoxo

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: fluff, cursing

Pairing: nerd!harry x nerd!reader

YN was stressed.

She had a physics exam tomorrow, and the constant flaunting by Harry wasn’t helping.

“I’ve revised thrice. And I am solving previous years’ papers for like, 2 hours now. I still don’t get this.” He sighed, listing up a plethora of achievements that YN was nowhere near.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. You’ve finished the syllabus and are way ahead of me. I am far behind and you’re solving questions. Happy?” YN replied, head pounding from the strain in her eyes.

“What? No! Who said I was listing all the things I’ve already done? And that you’re way behind?” He smirked, and she wanted to smack his face.

“Shut up” she finally said to him, and he started to pout.

“Hey, I was just teasing. Do you want me to help you?” he asked, now feeling a bit guilty.

“No, I’ll do it myself. I just feel a bit stressed.” you replied, placing a hand over your head.

“Let’s go for some coffee. I’ll get you a muffin too” he offered, and who were you to refuse free coffee?

“Sure” you smiled, and he dragged both of your chairs out, pushing them back in after you got up. You exited the library and he followed behind.

“You know you don’t have to worry so much. You’ve studied. I know you have.” he smiled reassuringly, and you could feel some of the tension slipping away, looking at his ridiculously cute dimples.

“Thank you. You are the only person who would say that and I would actually believe it.”

You entered the small cafe, ordering two decafs. You drank it on the way, and went back to studying at the library.

You and Harry were academic rivals, for as long as you can recall. Since high school to senior year, and then here you were attending the same grad school.

Here too, you fought like children. The competition was a bit tougher now, though, since you both wanted to get good placements, and keeping constant 9+ cgpa was a tough task.

Nevertheless, you had become friends.

Good friends, actually. You both gave the valedictorian speech together, and you had to spend a lot of time with him for it. It was then that you realized that he was not so bad after all.

He was quite caring. He constantly checked in on those around him, making sure they were okay, and letting them know that he was there for them. Even right now, he would make you drink water, shared his food with you, and gave you a head massage. He took you for coffee, so that you would get up from the depressing library and get some fresh air, before going back and diving back in.

He was quite balanced too. He was extremely good at studies, and managed everything else along with it.

Everything, which was almost annoying.

He went for a run every morning around the uni, and was ridiculously fit. He was tall, and had great hair. He played occasional basketball too, and there was a plethora of girls who attended the game just to watch him get hit in the balls with the basketball.

He would go to parties too, unlike you, who preferred to stay in and burn your eyes out on a new movie on your laptop. He drank beers, and looked better than you in the morning.

He was so perfect.

How did he manage to do that?

>>>

The exam day had arrived. You had been biting your nails since morning, and had to stop before you drew out blood and had trouble writing. He sent you texts throughout the morning, wishing you luck and encouraging you.

“Love, you’ll do well”

“Yeah, but not as well as you. How many times have you revised now?”

“Four. But-It dosen’t matter!”

“Yeah. Right.”

As if a stressed-and-not-even-revised-once head could compare to a i-revised-five-times one.

Turns out, it did.

On the day of the result, you had managed to bite through your skin, and drew out blood. Your roommate, Lizzy, had put band-aids on each finger, and scolded you for doing it. She wanted to tie your hands to the side even, so they won’t reach your vampire teeth.

As the professor was handing out the papers, you felt nervous. Everything you had written in the paper was coming back to you like an attack, and making you think you had done everything wrong.

Meanwhile, Harry was relaxed.

So relaxed.

He had his arms behind his head, and was leaning on to the backrest, looking like he owned the world. You did not anticipate the change in expression when he saw his score.

“What-?” you could hear the surprise in his shreik, and he pouted like a baby when the professor shushed him.

He was looking at the paper like it wasn’t his own, and as if he had been somehow betrayed.

You managed to walk down to his sheet while the rpof was distributing them to the last benches, and quickly grabbed his sheet to see his score.

“95. Are you mad?”

“Just 95”

He groaned and frowned, trying to take your sheet and see the score.

“What did you get?”

“Oh. I didn’t see” you were so engrossed in his score that you hadn’t even taken a glance at your own paper.

You pulled out your sheet, and glanced at the big red circle.

Holy shit.

“What the-” you stopped mid-sentence, and your expression now matched Harry’s.

“Fuckin’ hell” he snatched the paper from your hands, and frantically started to go through each question. Every question of yours matched his, except one. It was a 3 marker, and you had gotten it right.

“I solved this in like, 30 seconds. It’s ridiculous-” he held the paper up, reading the question, “-Is it easier to pull, or push?” he put it down, and said “ Pull. Obviously.”

“That’s not true. It actually depends on the situation. Plus, you had to give an example.”

“What did you write?”

“It depends on the situation. If you were to move a lawn mover, pull would be easy. If you were moving an almirah, push would be easy.”

“Shit” he looked sad and confused, and to be honest, you felt bad for him.

“I can’t believe you got more than me.”

“Yeah. Suck on it, Styles’”

“Hey! I helped you!”

“Well, you couldn’t even answer a push n’ pull question. Next time, I’ll help you” you couldn’t stop the big smirk that stayed on your face throughout the class.

And honestly, even Harry couldn’t stop the warm glow spreading across his face from seeing you happy.

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wonderland-smile-stories · 5 months

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~ Chapter 1. 04 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

My head was bobbing to the music that was playing through my headset while I was finishing doing the dishes. The rest of the day went by normally. Nobody was weird and everything was just normal.

Normal is all I needed right now in my life with not too much stress.

I turned around to grab something from the counter when my ears began to ring. Grabbing my headset I took it off thinking it was that, but it was still there.

"What the hell," I mutter when it got louder before completely disappearing.

Great, put that on the list with the other things I have.

My phone went off that was on my couch making me snap out of whatever that just was. When I grabbed it I saw that it was Ji-su. She asked if I could come to her apartment because she wanted to let me hear something that she made for a song we were working on. I typed yes, but also said I needed to change first because I was still in the clothes I wore to work.

I took a grey long-sleeved shirt from the chair that I had in my room slipping it on before taking the black dress with spaghetti straps from the door where it was hanging. Taking my phone from the counter I walked to the door and put on my black covers.

The moment I walked out the door something felt wrong. The air was so thick that it almost was hard to breathe. I could feel my stomach turn telling me that something was off. I had had this feeling before. Every time I walked into the orphanage and it was so quiet I could feel that something was wrong or something bad would happen.

Most of the time I would be right because quickly afterward there would be a fight in the orphanage where someone would be in danger and whatnot. I'm pretty sure I developed it because I have had to be in survival mode my whole life there. I always had to look over my shoulder making sure I was safe.

Quickly I just shrug it off telling myself that it's all in my head and that I'm safe here. I came around the corner where the elevators were and saw Eun-hyuk standing there.

"Hey, going to work?" I asked grabbing his attention.

"Yeah. You?" He asked pressing the button for the elevator.

"I'm going to hang out with a friend that lives upstairs." He nodded looking away before talking again.

"Do you know how Eun-yu paid for her lessons?" I gave him a confused look.

"Why would I know that?" I asked with a laugh at the end.

"You two hang out a lot and I'm pretty sure you're the only one she talked to for the last couple of months." A frown came to my face at first, but then it hit me.

She told me she quit her lessons, but I guess she doesn't want him to know that. I didn't want to lie to him because he was also my friend.

"Eun-hyuk you are putting me in a tough spot here. If I tell you I would betray Eun-yu's trust, but I also don't want to lie to you. It's like asking to choose between you guys," I said scratching the back of my head.

A chuckle left his lips while he looked down before looking back up at me.

"I admire your loyalty to my sister and my friendship. It makes you a good friend, which she needs because she hasn't had one in a while. Maybe you could keep her out of trouble as well." I was happy that he understood what I meant.

"Do you also need a good friend right now? Seeing how you're always working and stuff. I haven't really seen you do other stuff than that," I admitted looking down while playing with my hands.

"You already are a good friend to me." He answers after a few seconds of silence.

I look back up at him seeing him smile at me.

"You're a lot over at our place and you don't ignore me like Eun-yu wanted you to do. We have fun conversations about old video games we used to play or really serious once when you have to wait on Eun-yu because she disappeared again." I let out a chuckle nodding my head.

I can't count on my hands how many times Eun-yu had disappeared in the evening. It always results in a worrying Eun-hyuk standing at my door asking if I know where she is. Most of the time I help him go look for her or try to call her because she would answer more likely to me than him.

"I'm happy you think about it that way," I answer truthfully.

"Can you just do two things for me?" He asked and in response, I nodded my head.

"Can you take care of her when I'm not around? She has the habit of getting in trouble and she needs someone to pull her back when she's going to do something, well stupid." I laugh knowing he was right.

After knowing her for a few months I know her ways to do it.

"The second one?"

"Can you tell me when she did something dangerous even if she asks you not to?" A frown came to my face while I bit on my lip.

If it were my sister I would be worried too and I would be happy if someone could tell me if everything is already with her.

"Yeah, I can do that."

He smiled at me before looking at the elevator.

"That's weird."

With a confused look, I looked at him.

"What?"

He looks up and down the elevator door before answering.

"The elevator isn't here yet. It should have been here a few minutes ago." Because of the talking, we hadn't noticed that any sound or movement was coming from behind the elevator door.

Looking to my right I saw what was wrong.

"Look, it's under maintenance. It's the stairs for us today." I look back at him and see him letting out a deep sigh putting his hands on his neck before looking back up.

"I guess you're right." I let out a laugh while we began to make our way to the stairs.

"So how are you doing lately? Are you still having those nosebleeds?" I didn't intend to tell anyone about it, but a few days ago I was over at their apartment in the evening because Eun-yu wanted my help with something.

When suddenly my nose began to bleed.

A lot.

I was used to it by then, but they weren't. I tried to stop it at first with the tissues she had in her room, but when she saw that it didn't stop she yelled for her brother who came rushing into the room because she never yelled for him. She yelled at him to do something pointing at me which he did. Having a brother who got into medical school is always handy. The bleeding stopped, but I fainted quickly afterward.

I woke up the next day in Eun-yu's bed with her looking down at me. The first thing she said was that I scared the shit out of her before asking me if I was okay. Of course, after that, I had to tell them about how it has been happening for a few days now, but that I have no idea why and that I'm okay.

Eun-hyuk wanted me to go to the hospital and let them check if everything was alright, which I quickly said no to. I don't really like people touching me. It brings back bad memories.

"I'm actually fine. I haven't had a nosebleed or fainted in a day or so now." Which was a miracle because I had them a lot.

"That's great. If it would have lasted any longer I would have taken you myself to the hospital. It could have been something really dangerous." It could be, but it's over now. It was probably related to stress. Seeing how the last couple of months have been before and right after moving here.

"Ooooh, does Lee Eun-hyuk care for someone else than his sister? Eun-yu was wrong and you are a human with feelings and not some super smart robot someone had created to annoy her." I laugh teasing him.

He tried to hide his smile, but I could see the corner of his mouth move.

"Honestly, that is probably one of the more friendliest things she has called me." I laugh nodding at him.

We said goodbye to each other when we finally reached the stairs, both going different ways. Before I took my first step up I turned around yelling his name.

"Eun-hyuk, she isn't in any danger."

A frown came on his face not knowing what I meant.

"Her lessons. She didn't do anything stupid so don't worry about it."

I began to walk up the stairs hearing him chuckle before walking down.

I know that Eun-yu is adopted. She had told me that a few months ago. It was one of the first times she opened up to me. She had shown me a picture of them when they were little with their parents. I knew their parents had died in a car accident, but she hadn't told me that it was because they were on their way to her ballet performance that she begged she could go to.

She talked about how she was an orphan and that now she had made Eun-hyuk an orphan too. I had tried to comfort her, telling her that it wasn't her fault and stupid shit like that happens. I tried, but she didn't believe me. Maybe that was the right time to say that I was one too, but I didn't want to talk about my problems when she had just opened up to me.

My feet stopped walking when I came to the fourteenth floor. The door was open, but the thing that made me stop was the smear of blood that was on it. With slow steps, I began to make my way to it. Did someone get hurt here? I haven't heard anything unusual when I was home.

Carefully poking my head out the doorway I try to see if someone was there.

There was only silence which made things worse. The bad feeling in my stomach returned the moment I stepped a foot into the hallway. Everything seemed normal until I almost slipped on something. Lifting my foot from the ground I saw more blood. I looked up and saw that it was a trail.

Someone who was hurt must have come through here. I bite my lip debating whether to just turn around and get the guard, but then the thought of him being exhausted came back. Taking just a look never hurts someone. If someone is hurt I just call someone for help. Walking beside the blood trail I began to follow it.

The smell of metallic became stronger the more blood I found on the floor. I halted in my tracks when my ears began to ring again. It wasn't like the last time. This time it hurts my ears making me cover them with my hands thinking that they will begin to bleed. It lasted a few seconds before it died down.

Slowly I moved my hands from my hands afraid I would see blood, but there was nothing on them.

"What the hell?" I mutter out taking deep breaths.

My body spun around when I heard a sound from behind me. It sounded like someone was in pain, letting out a low groan.

"Hello? Do you need help?" I was about to make my way back from where the sound came from when someone stepped from behind the corner I just come from.

It was a girl, that was for sure, but the rest of her body was kinda hiding in the shadows because the light above her was broken.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A loud squeal came from her before I heard her voice.

"I'm so hungry." To my surprise, it sounded like the girl I bumped into today.

"Uhm, I don't have anything with me?" I said confused.

I didn't know if the blood was coming from her because she was so hidden in the dark, but when my eyes traveled down her hands I saw something dripping from her hands.

"So hungry."

She took a step forward, making me take a step back not trusting the situation at all.

My eyes widened when I saw her completely now. Her face was covered in blood around her mouth and nose. The blood was definitely coming from her. My body completely tensed up when I saw her hands. They were completely covered in a grey tint that was underneath the blood together with some black vines going up her arm.

I even think that her nails seemed longer than normal humans.

"I'm hungry."

I took a few steps back when her croaky voice came out.

"J...just stay there." I managed to get out my lips.

The girl let out a groan taking more steps forward. How can this be real? She doesn't look human at all. Is she pranking me because of earlier?

"I....I'm sorry I called you a bitch!" I yelled out taking faster steps backward.

My words didn't seem to go through her. My feet stepped on something crunchy, making me stop walking scared I stepped on something she had killed. My body froze completely when she began to charge at me with a loud chilling yell.

I braced myself for what she would do to me when there was the sound of a door opening beside me, a second later someone grabbed my arm pulling me away just seconds before the girl could get to me.

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Hey guys! I hope you guys are liking the story so far! A lot more chapters are coming! I’m going to update this every other day! So it’s going to be a long ride on this one!

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Closure — Farmworld! Finn Mertens x gn! reader

summary: reader has trouble figuring what universe they want to stay in. Prismo gives them some leniency and lets them visit Ooo. Finally, reader gets some closure and makes their decision.

tw: reader gets close to a break down, bittersweet

a/n: If I were reader, I'd simply die because I wouldn't be able to choose, but for the sake of the plot, they do.

wc: 1.2k

Chapter Five [A]

Master List | Chapter One

“Heeeeeey,” Prismo drew out, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry about leaving you there for so long.”

I blinked, unsure how to feel. On one hand, I did want to leave my previous scenario…but leaving forever? And without saying goodbye, or letting them know that I was safe? I bit my lip glancing to the side only to see the tv wall still on. My eyes widened as it showed Finn trekking through the forest, a worried glare set on his face as he followed the lantern light in the same direction I took off.

Prismo followed my view, “Oh, sorry. Don’t mean to distract you.” Then he turned the tv off, turning the wall back yellow.

I blinked, turning to face the pink wishmaster, “I have to go back.”

This time Prismo blinked at me, “You don’t wanna go back to your old world?”

I hesitated, and Prismo seemed to notice. He turned the tv back on, revealing the Finn from my world. Turning the volume up, it revealed Finn on the phone with Marcy.

“You haven’t found them yet?” He asked in a worried tone, desperation filled his expression.

“No,” Marcy was heard from the phone. “I’m sorry man. But I’m sure they're fine, maybe they went on a trip?”

“Without telling me?” Finn asked, slightly hurt. “They’d never do that.”

Suddenly, the situation got 10x worse. I felt torn. How do I have two different Finn’s searching for me? I frowned looking towards Prismo. I suddenly felt like crying. No matter which world I choose, I’d be leaving people behind. I started pacing, thinking of all the pros and cons. My frown started to wobble, as no matter what I did, it would be the wrong choice. The thought of Finn endlessly searching for me throughout Ooo, once again being left behind by someone he cared about. Or Finn going back to his family, having to explain the person they’ve grown so used to had run off, and only glob knows what happened to them.

“Whoah, whoah,” Prismo spoke up, turning the tv off once more. “Hey, since I kinda caused this whole mess…sorry ‘bout that…I can be a bit more lenient.” I looked up at the pink deity, unsure of what he meant. “How about you go back to Ooo, talk with Finn, and then make your decision. I’ll put a sticky note in your front pocket to send you back. If you’re still unsure, I can send you to the magicless world and you can talk to that Finn. How does that sound?”

I felt myself calm, nodding my head, “That sounds really nice, thank you so much Prismo. This means a lot.”

“No probs,” He shrugged with a sly smile. Suddenly, I was transported back to Ooo, standing in the Candy Tavern.

The first thing I saw was Finn hunched over the tavern counter, not having noticed me just appear out of thin air. Dirt Beer Guy coughed, gaining Finn’s attention before pointing towards me. Finn seemed to go through the five stages of grief in the span of a few seconds before rushing to hug me.

He let out a happy shout of my name, “Where have you been?!”

I let out an awkward chuckle, hugging him back. He was nearly killing me with how hard he was hugging me…but I honestly deserved it.

“It’s a long story,” I mumbled. I can’t believe I was being so selfish. Staying in the magicless world without even telling Finn and the others where I would be staying? I’ve been downplaying my importance in Finn’s life and now I felt like a doo-doo head.

“I’ve got time,” Finn smiled while pulling away. “Get us another round DBG!”

I felt my heart clench, even more unsure of what I wanted now. As Finn and I sat down at the bar, I started from the beginning. How Prismo had accidentally brought me along with Simon, about how Fionna and Cake are real, and how I got stuck in the first universe we fell in. How in that world he had a family and I had become incorporated into it. How I ran away and ended up with Prismo taking me back to Ooo to decide where I wanted to stay.

It was awkward, explaining to Finn about how I lived with another version of him. I tried to pass over the fact that I might have fallen for that Finn and may have kissed him, but I think Finn knew I wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“That’s crazy!” Finn exclaimed, eyes wide with wonder. “I had kids! Five of them?!”

I laughed gently at his awe, “Yeah. They’re really sweet too.”

Finn hummed in thought staring at me with a somber stare, “You wanna stay there don’t you.”

I looked down towards my drink, swirling it around and shrugged, “I do…but I don’t wanna leave you here either.”

“Why don’t you bring your phone with you this time?” Finn asked, giving me a brilliant smile. “That way we can talk whenever we want!”

“Would that even work?” I asked, looking at him with hope. “And you’d really be okay with that? And I mean seriously. Not just saying yes for my sake.”

“Of course!” Finn said, leaning over to hug my side. “I want you to be happy! Even if it means smooching an alternate version of me.”

My eyes widened, face suddenly feeling like it was ablaze, “I’m not smooching an alternate version of you!”

“Uh huh,” Finn smiles cheekily. “Whatever you say. Don’t worry about me, I’m typically hanging out with Huntress Wizard anyways.” I wiggled my eyebrows at that, and he just let out a ‘pshh’.

Our laughs died down and I downed the rest of my drink.

“Hey, sorry to be a downer, but I gotta close up for the night…” DBG spoke up, putting a clean glass back in place.

“Oh! No problem bro,” Finn waved off, standing up. I stood up as well, and we exited the bar together. “So, when are you gonna head back?”

I shrugged, “Prismo said whenever I wanted.”

“You should probably go then,” Finn recommended.

I hugged him, squeezing as hard as I could, “I love you man, don’t forget that. Keep me up to date on everything, okay?”

“I will,” Finn agreed, hugging me back. “I love you too.”

Pulling away from each other, I waved at him before pulling the note from my pocket, which transported me to Prismo’s room once more.

“Welcome back,” Prismo welcomed. “Made your choice?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Oh shoot! I forgot my phone!”

“Oh, yeah that totally wasn’t gonna work,” Prismo shrugged. “You’re lucky I got you one that will work, already with your contacts transferred.”

With a snap, a phone appeared in my hands. Searching through the contacts, they indeed had all my friends listed already. A giddy grin formed on my face. Making this choice wasn’t going as badly as I thought it would.

“You ready?” Prismo asked. I nodded.

“Thank you again for doing all this.”

“Yeah, I totally shouldn’t be doing this, but since it was my fault…” He trailed off, looking to the side. “Anyways, are you sure you're sure? Cause after I send you there you won’t have a way to find me again since…well, their world has no magic.”

“I am,” I nodded with a serious expression.

With a snap of his fingers, I found myself in the living room/kitchen of the Mertens household. Suddenly, I was being tackled by a bunch of kids, all of them asking where I went and why would I do that.

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allhailthe70shousewife · 3 months

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You grew up in the 70s?? If yes, What was it like growing up in decade?? My parents grew up in the 70s.

When I wasn’t in school I was left to my own devices to entertain myself. I read a LOT. I played with the kids in the neighborhood. Barbies, dress-up, we played School all the time- we’d be teachers in classrooms next to each other and we’d draw up elaborate lesson plans and teach our imaginary classes. I watched tv - less than 20 channels and not necessarily always programmed to entertain kids so you got what you got. When I was in school we had to obey the teachers and it was generally considered The End Of The World if you got sent to the principal. Very strict. Just an average public school in Southern California. I spent a ton of time outside playing and just running around. Summer was the best. You had 3 whole months of total freedom. Long days outside running through sprinklers, riding bikes to thrifty’s to get ice cream, rollerskating, neighborhood hide and seek. Come home at dinnertime and sometimes after dinner go back out and play til you got called in. Adults were not really interested in what you got up to until you got in trouble and then ANY adult could or would bust you. And no parent I knew was going to take a kid’s side. And god help the kids whose teachers had to talk to their parents.

The 70s were not generally child-friendly. The stuff made for us went from fabulous (Disney & Sesame Street) to frankly weird and creepy (Lidsville). But apart from that it was a Grown Up’s World. Everybody smoked, everybody drank and LOTS of people had kids because that is just what you did even if it didn’t necessarily appeal to you. We weren’t consciously parented like people parent today. We were just kind of an afterthought, an unavoidable consequence to our parents. If you acted up or ran around in a restaurant or in public, generally misbehaved, or were disobedient you got in trouble. What in trouble looked like was different for every kid. All my parents had to do was look at me and I snapped in line. But some kids got smacked around for acting up. Nobody batted an eye. Parents were off in their world and we lived in ours. They weren’t interested in what we thought about any of it.

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I’m only now really realizing how utterly insane the end of RE7 must have been for Chris Redfield.

I mean, he’s an experienced BSAA agent. He’s survived the worst bioweapon disasters his world has known. He’s lost friends and whole squads to monsters straight out of people’s nightmares.

Then one afternoon he gets a report, detailing a horrific outbreak where Tyrant-Class Bioweapons have been making people disappear in the Louisiana swamps. There are reports of explosions, fire, gunshots, screams.

Chris hops into a helicopter, mentally preparing for hell on earth. The helicopter reaches the site, Chris looks down, and sees what looks like a giant petrified tree sprouting out of the ruins of a house, destruction in every direction and there, standing in a little clearing near the collapsed tree, holding a rifle, is a Olive Garden breadstick of a man, his hands cupped around his mouth, shouting up to them “hey my wife and I could use some help!”

He’s wearing fucking jeans and a fucking white button down shirt. He looks like a suburban dad coming off of work. He looks like he drives a minivan. He looks like the most excitement he sees is the office Christmas party when his boss hands out free champagne.

He’s blue-eyed and has blonde hair, light skin, he looks like a Sim come to life. Like a mannequin from The Gap.

Chris, still floored, rappels down to the man. He asks his name.

“Ethan,” the guy says with the faintest California accent. He’s smiling exhaustedly.

Chris scans the scene for any monsters. There are none. This fluffy Texas Toast white bread man took out all the monsters? By himself? With a flimsy rifle? That was several years old? While protecting his wife?!

Chris wouldn’t have entered the house without at least three squads. He’s learned his lesson from the mansion outside Raccoon City.

One man. One, regular man. It’s beyond impossible, it’s unbelievable, it can’t be true.

Chris pinches himself to make sure. Yup, not dreaming. “Ethan, are you human?”

Ethan frowns at him like a confused puppy. Chris is reminded of a beagle retriever mix. “I’m pretty sure I am.”

“I’ll check you just to make sure.” Chris runs a scanner up and down Ethan’s body. He looks at the results. “Are you *sure* you’re human?”

Ethan laughs self-deprecatingly. “I did get a lot of that goo on myself but I didn’t eat any of it, pretty sure I’m fine.”

Chris looks back down at the scanner. Incredibly high concentrations of the virus. By all accounts, Ethan should be a morphed bloody mess right now, extra eyes and hands mutating out of his torso, half his face melted. Chris looks back up at Ethan. He’s smiling nervously, happy in his delusion. He reaches up to scratch some dirt out of his hair then winces as he realizes he’s tried to use the arm that appears to have the hand stapled back onto it. Chris googles at it. Regardless of mutations the pain and blood loss from that alone should render Ethan dead. “Why are you here Ethan?”

“I got a cryptic message from my wife who’d been missing for three years. I figured she was in trouble so I went to find her.”

“And when you found her?”

“She’d been infected and cut my hand off with a chainsaw.”

“What did you do then?”

Chris expects Ethan to spin some tale about blundering through the forest and killing an infected tree. Instead, this man looks right at Chris with the eyes of a madman and says “I went and found a cure to save her.”

“You…what?!”

“Well admittedly Zoe did help me out with that. I hope she was out of the house when it collapsed, she was a great friend.”

“The fuck?” Chris muttered under his breath. Most of the people he knew, including his BSAA teammates, would run for backup upon finding someone they cared for had been infected.

Chris himself had made a promise with Claire that if either of them got infected they’d do each other the honor of a mercy killing.

Cures for any virus outbreak were one in a billion. But Ethan had been totally confident in his ability to rescue his wife and cure her of the infection that caused her to cut his hand off with a chainsaw! “Who the hell are you?”

“Well I’m a systems engineer by trade, originally from LA. God the drive down here was so long.”

Chris blinked. Then again. Then again. Still didn’t seem like he was losing his mind and hallucinating. “I have to make a call, I’ll be right back.”

Chris passed the oblivious Ethan off to one of his lieutenants, instructing him to get Ethan some medical attention.

Jill picked up on the first ring. “Valentine.”

“Jill it’s Chris.”

“What’s up? I heard you were sent out to Louisiana. Rough stuff, I hope you’re alright.”

“Yeah…about that. I need to bring a bioweapon into the BSAA as an agent.”

“Are you out of your mind?! They’ll never go for it!”

Chris looked over at Ethan, now waving a tiny green bottle at one of the medics, demonstrating pouring it onto his injured arm. “I think they’ll make an exception.”

#re7 #drabble #re7 fic #resident evil #Ethan winters #chris redfield #Ethan is a feral little man #and Chris doesn’t know how to deal with it #I’m enjoying finding ways to describe Ethan #but nothing tops the re character guide itself #‘a rhapsody in khaki’ I can never do better than that #yes the ‘eyes of a madman’ thing is an ofmd reference #Stede and Ethan have similar feral energy

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Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):

Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!

Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.

Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!

Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.

And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.

She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.

For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.

The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.

We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.

Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.

Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)

Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.

Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.

Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.

I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.

Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).

God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.

I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)

Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!

Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.

Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!

Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.

That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Chatterbug #Smugbug #Taylor Hebert #MURDERWALL!!!#Lisa Wilbourn #My daughter is so terrifying and she absolutely does not realize how much #The feelings Taylor had when she realized how terrifyingly powerful Labyrinth was is the same feeling everyone else has around Taylor #She literally is one step away from turning any moment into a horror movie. I love her so much.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Note: Part 5 of the Fighter fic. shout out to Arnas for providing a new boxing pic for me to use.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Warnings: angst/fluff. suggestive, mention of domestic abuse, medication, and violence.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: A few months had passed since you married Sihtric, and you were confronted with new troubles.

wordcount: 4,2k

Masterlist

'Do you believe them?'

You watched Sihtric anxiously pace through the living room as you sat on the couch, with Ragnar, his agent, next to you, who had randomly showed up at your home late at night, and he wasn't bringing good news. That reporter, who Sihtric had shoved away while in Hawaii, had apparently broken his elbow when he fell, and was suing your husband, who never meant any harm, but just panicked.

'What does this mean for us? What do we do?' you asked, concerned, while Sihtric kept walking back and forth, anxiously biting down on his lip while seemingly taken by his own thoughts.

'There is not much we can do, except get a lawyer to defend Sihtric,' Ragnar said.

'But… Sihtric did shove him, which led to the broken elbow. So it's clear that he's guilty,' you looked at Sihtric who stared at you, 'sorry, baby,' you said quietly and grimaced.

'That is a fact,' Ragnar backed you, to which Sihtric scoffed.

'My wife was hurt!' he lashed out, 'I was only trying to get her to safety as well as myself. I could've done a lot worse than just shoving someone!'

'I know,' you jumped up, 'we know,' you said and cupped his cheeks, 'but it happened, and we all know everyone saw it happen.'

Sihtric huffed and pulled you against his shirtless chest, 'so what does he want? Money?' Sihtric asked Ragnar, 'ask him how much and we'll just settle it. I don't want to go to court or have this become a whole media spectacle. I'm tired of this shit,' he squeezed you tighter without realising it, 'I just want to live in fucking peace.'

'I know,' Ragnar said, 'but this guy will take it to court, purely for the reason to make a point about reporters getting attacked and har-'

'Then what the fuck do reporters call their behaviour towards me?' Sihtric shouted, heated, and you took a step back, but Sihtric pulled you back as he lashed out again, 'they push, shove and fucking shout in my face wherever I go! They publish lies for their own gain, expose private information whenever they fucking can, and they claim to be the ones who are attacked? I should've fucking bashed his head in!' Sihtric snarled.

'Hey,' Ragnar threw his hands up, 'I'm on your side here, man.'

'Babe,' you hushed your husband, gently pushing him towards the kitchen, 'calm down, honey, have some water. And take your meds before you get dizzy again, okay?' you said calmly, 'and don't forget to take the new meds too, my love.'

'Take my meds,' Sihtric muttered, but he listened regardless, because you were his wife, and he loved you.

Sihtric was still taking medication to deal with the aftermath of his concussion, which was going very well, but he recently also started taking medication to deal with his anxiety.

And after Sihtric swallowed his meds, he immediately smashed the box with pills down on the kitchenfloor, 'I'm on meds because of their fucking bullshit!' he shouted and stormed out into the lit up backyard, leaving a mess of scattered pills on the floor.

You and Ragner stood back and watched it happen. After a few long seconds, you quietly began to gather the spilled medication, while Ragnar picked up the box.

'He has medication for anxiety?'

'Yeah, you said, clearly still startled, 'he got it last week.'

'I see,' Ragnar said.

Why?'

'No, just asking,' Ragnar smiled and looked out the window, 'I'm going to have a word with him, okay?'

You nodded and took the box out of Ragnar's hand, putting the medication back inside. After that, you went upstairs, and got in bed and thought about the fact that there was a lawsuit coming up. Because you haven't been through enough stress yet, while in the meantime, Ragnar had a hard word with Sihtric. And your husband would join you in bed almost an hour later, and cuddling up to you from behind.

'Hey, bunny,' he whispered and kissed your jaw.

'Hey, tiger,' you smiled upon feeling his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

'Sorry I lashed out, baby,' Sihtric nuzzled your neck softly, 'I love you,' he pecked your neck, 'I love you, my little wife,' he squeezed you tightly as he attacked you with his lips, 'my pretty princess,' he chuckled softly.

'I love you too,' you squirmed and giggled while being smothered, 'and I understand your anger, no need to apologise, my love.'

'Hm,' he hummed, 'take out my anger, honey bun?'

'Take those pants off then,' you grinned as you turned to face him.

Sihtric deliberately kept you out of the whole lawsuit as the weeks progressed, only telling you updates you needed to hear. Unfortunately, the incident had made its way completely public, and Sihtric was the centre of attention on every media platform right now. People also liked to pull up the articles about the fight he had with Sigtryggr, at the UFC promotion event, which ended in a nightmare. And little by little, the words being said about Sihtric became more grim each day. People claimed he had serious anger issues, that he had always been an asshole and now the world finally knew it, and they spoke of how he is a disgrace to the martial arts community, as they think he has no respect, discipline or honour. And Sihtric was not blind to these claims, but he felt powerless and didn't really speak about it. Until he suddenly brought it up, out of nowhere.

'Do you believe them?' Sihtric asked quietly, his fingertips slowly trailing up and down your bare legs, 'what people say about me?'

The bathroom was quiet for a moment, except for the soft sound of tiny foam bubbles popping, while you sat across from Sihtric in his jacuzzi bathtub, staring into his eyes.

'You know I don't,' you said, almost offended, 'sure, you have a temper, but that's not what happened when you shoved that guy to the ground.'

Sihtric said nothing, his eyes locked on you for a moment. Then he spread his arms out on the edge of the tub, and let his head rest back against the wall, exhaling slowly as he closed his eyes while strands of his wet hair stuck to his tired face. You watched his exposed neck along with his toned chest, and thought it was a shame how the water and foam was hiding the rest of his body.

'Darling,' you said, sneaking over to him, and you took his face in your hands, 'you need to rid yourself of those thoughts,' you said softly but firmly, 'and also of the thoughts that I don't want to be with you.'

Sihtric looked down, struggling to find his words, and eventually whispered, 'I just worry that one day you will wake up, and realise that I'm an awful person. And that you will no longer want to be with me.'

'You are not a horrible person,' you hushed him with a soft kiss to his forehead, 'sure, you are flawed, as is everyone. But I love you,' you said, directing his eyes back to yours, 'I love you, Sihtric.'

'I love you,' he smiled weakly and pulled you in his arms, 'I love you endlessly,' he whispered and kissed your hair.

'You better,' you smiled and reached to grab a towel, 'come, my love, let's get dressed and try to go to sleep soon. You should take your meds and get some rest.'

While Sihtric was in his office the next day, talking with his lawyer and Ragnar, you scrolled on your phone when suddenly your group chat exploded with texts and screenshots.

Thyra: is this true?

Gisela: WOW?????

Brida: are you okay? Why didn't you tell us about this!

Eadith: has he hurt you before?

Thyra: why did you never say anything about this? You know you can trust us…

You frowned at their messages and clicked the screenshots of news articles they sent you, and you immediately ran to Sihtric, nearly kicking in the door of his home office.

'Honey?' Sihtric frowned, bewildered, and he jumped up when he saw your face.

'Have you seen this!?' you said through your tears, holding your phone out to him.

'What?' he asked, ignoring your phone and taking your free hand in his, 'can you guys give us a moment?' Sihtric asked the two men, who left the room quickly.

'Hey,' Sihtric pulled you close and cupped your cheeks, 'baby, why are you crying? What's wrong?'

You couldn't speak, you felt all choked up and just pushed your phone against his chest, which Sihtric then took as he sat down, pulling you in his lap. You heard he stopped breathing for a moment when he saw why you were upset, then locked your screen and put your phone down on his desk, calmly, and he wrapped both arms around you.

'Why does everyone keep lying about you?' you sobbed, 'about us?!'

'They won't get away with this,' Sihtric said, 'I promise you, they won't.'

Somehow, the security footage from the hotel you stayed at in Hawaii was leaked to the media. Showing how Sihtric broke the mirror, to which you flinched. And no one could deny that, as the footage was without sound, it did seem as if Sihtric had you trapped between the wall and his body, and when you had pushed him away a little, to wipe the blood that was dripping down from your nose, he smashed the glass to pieces, which people interpreted as him being angry that you tried to get out of his grip. Which was not what happened, but the people didn't know that. It also didn't help that newspages attached paparazzi photos to their articles of you out on the street, with bruises on your legs and shoulders. And so they implied Sihtric was a man with anger issues, who abused his wife. But no one knew those bruises came from your rough love making, and that Sihtric had never laid a hand on you in a way that wasn't out of love, pleasure, or without consent. But the lie was already out there, and people believed it, even your own friends.

Now that his lawyer was here already, Sihtric discussed the topic and how to handle it. The lawyer and Ragnar both suggested not commenting on it, instead gathering evidence to prove everything is made up, and then sue the hotel for leaking the footage and the news outlets for posting the story. But first, Sihtric still had to deal with the reporter who had a broken elbow.

Several months later you joined Sihtric to court, where you would hear if he was found guilty or not, and what the consequences would be.

Sihtric had a firm grip on your hand, as per usual in public, as he was anxious by the amount of people in front of the court house, trying to talk to him about everything that's going on. The medication made Sihtric calmer, but his love language was simply keeping you close, at all times.

What you didn't know, while being present at the hearing, was that online, the photos of you and Sihtric taken outside the courthouse were already being spread. Mainly with the focus on Sihtric's tight grip on your hand, adding fuel to the fire to the abuse allegations. But that was a later worry.

Sihtric was found guilty, which you both expected already, and the man who sued your husband only wanted to make a statement for his fellow reporters and to have his medical bills paid. Which Sihtric agreed to. You were both relieved it ended rather well, and that Sihtric was not getting the harsh punishment of being set as an example; being a celebrity who attacked a journalist. It could've ended way worse, but the jury understood Sihtric's side of the story, and therefore he got away rather easily. It all had brightened Sihtric's mood, and he was eager to go home with you now this case was all said and done.

Sihtric held your hand, firmly again, as you walked to his beloved Bugatti, dodging cameras and phones before you crossed the street. And you both almost made it to the car without speaking your mind, until you heard someone yell your name, and you looked over your shoulder.

'Leave your abuser!' a stranger shouted at you.

The stranger received cheers and whistles from the gathering crowd, across the street from you, and you felt your blood boil.

'Leave it, baby,' Sihtric said as he noticed your anger,and he pulled you close as you were only five more steps away from his car, 'don't listen to them, they don't know shit about us.'

You knew he was right and bit your tongue, until the next remark was shouted when Sihtric held the car door open for you.

'Why be with someone who bruises you!?' the words earned some cheers again, and you snapped.

'Those bruises,' you snarled, 'are because my husband knows how to fuck me real good and hard, just the way I like it!'

'Honey!' Sihtric said, with big eyes, 'g-get in the car, okay?'

'No,' you said softly to him and turned back to the crowd and yelled, 'so you can stick your fucking lies up your-'

'No, no, no,' Sihtric couldn't hide his amusement, but he hushed you with a kiss, 'we'll show them, baby,' he smiled against your lips, 'just get in the car, bunny, don't make this worse now.'

You huffed but couldn't resist your husband, and knew he was once again right. So you sat down without another word. You saw the look on Sihtric's face as he stared at you, while making his way over to the driver's seat, and you knew he was aroused.

'You calm?' Sihtric asked as he started the car.

'Yeah, fine,' you chuckled at your own behaviour, 'guess you really start to rub off on me, huh?'

'So it seems,' Sihtric laughed as he ran his hand up your thigh, which he squeezed firmly with his tattooed fingers and hummed while keeping his eyes on the road as he drove off.

'You calm?' you grinned.

'I will be after I fuck you good, my love,' he murmured with a smile.

'You want to fuck me good?' you teased, trailing your fingers over his veiny arms.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then his jaw and then his neck. Sihtric's breath hitched and his grip on your thigh became bruising, as you had intended, while a deep moan escaped his lips.

'You always fuck me good, bad boy,' you whispered against his sensitive neck, earning a soft grunt from your man.

'You make me so fucking hard, baby girl,' he husked and stepped on the gas, ignoring the speed limit as he was desperate to get home and throw you in bed.

You chuckled and kissed his neck again while your hand snuck under his shirt, up his muscular body.

'Hm. Come on, bunny,' Sihtric breathed, smiling as he had both hands on the wheel, squeezing tightly, 'give me some more dirty talk.'

'Do you want me to take your anger out?' you brushed your lips over his ear, 'want to fill me up with it while I scream your name?'

'Yeah,' he moaned desperately, 'need you… to… fuck,' he sighed and swallowed hard.

'But what if I'm angry too?' you whispered, moving your hands down to his jeans, tracing your fingers over his hardness.

Sihtric hummed and bit down on his lip, trying to focus on the road, but you were clouding his thoughts and vision. He needed to feel you, but the way home was too long for him to continue without losing control. So he suddenly took a turn, knowing his gym was closer than his house, and you couldn't help but giggle at the change of direction, knowing exactly where he was going.

'The gym, baby?' you teasingly unbuttoned his jeans, 'surely there's training lessons going on there at this hour?'

'Guess I have to fuck you in front of everyone,' Sihtric smirked as his breathing intensified, 'I'll bend you over that welcome desk without hesitation, lady.'

You felt his length twitch as you rubbed your hand over his crotch, loving the way you could arouse him so easily, wrapping him around your finger without any trouble. And you loved how he couldn't think straight anymore when you got him to this point.

Moments later he pulled up to the gym, parking his ridiculous expensive car in the most douchebag way possible, right in front of the entrance where it clearly said "no parking".

'Out,' Sihtric demanded as he kicked his car door open.

He was quick to take your hand and pulled you inside the gym, where you were both greeted by several familiar faces, to whom you simply nodded and Sihtric said you were in a hurry. He pulled you into a hallway and into his office, which you didn't even know he had there, but you weren't complaining.

'Clothes off,' he ordered as he locked the door behind him and closed the blinds.

You gladly did as he asked, but you could only take off your jeans before Sihtric already bent you over his desk, pulling down your underwear himself as he breathed hard.

'Impatient, champion?' you chuckled as he dropped down his jeans.

'Yes,' was all he said, and pushed inside you smoothly with a satisfying sigh, 'fuck, ahh.'

'Oh, god, yes,' you smiled, 'yeah, come on,' you breathed as he snapped his hips into you hard and fast, 'fucking give it to me, Sihtric!'

Fifteen minutes later you both walked past the welcome desk again, and even if half of the gym hadn't heard you two, they would've known what had happened regardless by the blush on both your cheeks. But no one dared to say something, and soon you were seated in his car again. Sihtric took your face in his hands and kissed you, sweet and deep, before he pecked your face all over, making you giggle.

'I fucking love you, bunny,' he whispered, planting another few kisses on your face before he started the car again and finally drove home.

Back home again, you made dinner together and everything was nearly back to normal as you joked around and smothered each other at every possible occasion. After dinner, Sihtric would be heading back to the gym again. This time to throw a few punches, instead of throwing you around in his office, and he asked if you wanted to braid his hair before he left.

'What time will you be back?' you hummed as you sat on a chair, with Sihtric on the floor in front of you, your legs resting over his broad shoulders.

'I'll only be an hour or two,' he said, moving his hands over your legs, 'hey, why don't you come with me?'

'To watch you get punched? I'm not sure,' you chuckled lightly.

'It's not like that,' Sihtric laughed. He turned to face you after you said you finished braiding his hair, and he looked up at you. 'Come with me?' he pouted, 'I like to have you close.' He brought his face up to yours and kissed your lips, 'I like to keep my wife close,' he smiled.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, as you simply couldn't resist him, and you quickly changed clothes before you tagged along.

At the gym, you watched his sparring session. And despite it being a training, you couldn't help but flinch whenever he'd take a punch to his body. It was all a game to him, but you just hated it and didn't understand the joy people got out of this. But you did love to see Sihtric in his element, without a care in the world as he only had one focus. But you'd rather see him without a care in the world in a whole different way; in bed, underneath you.

'He's doing better, huh?' Uhtred suddenly stood next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

'It seems so, yes,' you smiled, 'I still worry what can happen if he takes a punch to the head though.'

'He'll be fine,' Uhtred said, 'it's not like he had much common sense left up there anyway.'

'Hey,' you snorted and punched his shoulder, 'that's my husband you're talking about.'

'And bless you for taking care of that poor bastard,' he laughed, 'how's that anxiety going?'

'Oh, he's much calmer,' you said, glancing at Sihtric as he had his sparring partner cornered, 'at home and in public, he seems more at ease lately, almost high even,' you laughed, 'guess that medication works wonders.'

'Medication?' Uhtred frowned, 'for anxiety?'

'Yeah, he got it a few weeks ago from the doctor.'

'What? Wh-,' Uhtred seemed stunned, 'what sort of medication?'

'Uh, diazepam, I believe.'

'Diaze-,' Uhtred's eyes grew big and turned towards the fighter, 'Sihtric!' he shouted, 'gloves off, now!'

'What?' you frowned.

Sihtric also frowned and shrugged, 'why?'

'You will come here now, or I will drag you here!' Uhtred commanded.

'Fuck sakes,' Sihtric sighed, throwing his gloves on the canvas underneath his feet, 'what has gotten into you today?' he said as he walked over and put on his shirt.

'Everybody out!' Uhtred yelled, to which a dozen of other boxers listened and left, and he went to close the door behind them.

'What the hell?' you mumbled while Sihtric circled his sweaty arms around you.

'Bunny,' he whispered with a sweet smile, 'my wife,' he pecked your lips, 'I love you, baby girl.'

'I love you too,' you giggled, 'my husband.'

You swore you could never grow tired of staring into his mismatched eyes, tracing your fingers over his scarred face before you felt his facial hair tickle as you kissed him. But your sweet moment was abruptly brought to an end as Uhtred shouted at Sihtric while he walked back over.

'Diazepam, Sihtric?' he shouted, 'really?'

'Wait, what… what is going on-' you tried to ask, but Uhtred closed in, pressing his forehead against Sihtric's and forcing him away from you, using the same intimidation tactic Sihtric had used on you the first time you met.

'Where the fuck do you get?' Uhtred asked, furiously, and he slapped the back of Sihtric's head when he got no answer from your husband, 'tell me where you're getting it from!'

'None of your fucking business,' Sihtric snarled and gave Uhtred a shove.

'Hey!' you yelled, when Uhtred grabbed Sihtric by his shoulders, shoving him hard against a wall, 'stop! What the fuck are you doing!' you slapped Uhtred while he had his first around Sihtric's throat, but Sihtric didn't fight back.

'The streets?' Uhtred snarled, brushing your hands off him with ease, 'you buying drugs off the streets again?'

'What?' you panicked, looking at Uhtred, 'what do you mean?' then you looked at Sihtric, 'baby? Wh- what is he talking about?'

'Nothing,' Sihtric wheezed.

'Tell her!' Uhtred spat and released Sihtric out of his grip, who fell down to his knees.

'What? Tell me what?' you cried as you kneeled down, taking Sihtric's face in your hands, 'babe, what is going on!'

'Tell her! Or I will!' Uhtred threatened.

You suddenly felt sick and kept turning your head to Uhtred, only to turn back to your husband again, until Sihtric sighed and gently took your chin, directing your eyes back to his.

'I'm… I'm sorry, my love,' he whispered, 'I'm-'

A loud bang startled the three of you, and you looked over your shoulder to see two cops had kicked in the door and were approaching.

'Sihtric Kjartansson,' one of the cops said as the other took out his handcuffs, 'you are under arrest for possession of drugs.'

'What?' you yelled, and Uhtred quickly pulled you away from Sihtric, who got handcuffed.

'No! Baby?' you trembled, trying to escape Uhtred's grip, 'stop!' you tried to shout, but you could barely find your voice as Uhtred pulled you further back.

'You have the right to remain silent,' the cop interrupted your silent cry, while pulling Sihtric up from his knees, 'anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer-'

'I can afford a fucking lawyer!' Sihtric grunted, to which the cop sighed.

'If you cannot afford a lawyer,' the cop repeated, 'one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time.'

The cops walked Sihtric past you, as you were still held back by Uhtred while you cried out your husband's name. Sihtric managed to get out of the grip the cops had on him, and he leaped over to you.

'I love you, baby,' he whispered and kissed your lips in haste, 'please forgive me, bunny,' was the last thing he said before the cops yanked him back by his handcuffs.

You were too stunned to speak, in complete shock, and the last you saw of Sihtric was the way he mouthed 'I love you, my wife,' and puckered his lips to you, before the cops pushed him out of sight.

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Christmas cheer pt.2

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December 23rd:

“You told me you had plans with your family for Christmas.”

“I did. And then Chris convinced me to come here instead.”

Scott becomes white in the face as he stands up and heads towards the kitchen “You repulse me. That’s disgusting. Chris convinced you to come with… sex?”

His voice carries as I nearly jump six feet in the air to slap him quiet

“Scott.” I say with anger in my tone

Chris stares at his mother who turns to hear what Scott says and swallows hard saying “Scott is only teasing. I didn’t do that to get her here— she came when I asked her to come here with me.”

“Like a puppy?” His young nephew teases

Chris feels the air suck into his nose faster as he narrows his eyes saying “Quiet. You all are trying to get me in trouble.”

His mom smiles saying “Have you told her what the weekend prior to Christmas is, exactly?”

“A broad idea. I’ll tell her the plan. She’ll be game for anything.”

Shanna smiles saying “You told her about the play?”

“Yeah. About it, not full detail.”

Scott smacks a hand full of flour right into the side of my head and I gasp as his nephews and nieces squeal with laughter

The moment pauses their making of the cookie batter

I huff air into my face as the flour lifts off a bit at the air blown towards it

“You have a lot of nerve dude.”

He laughs as he hoists the cute child in front of him, blocking my line of shot with the handful of flour dropping down as I say “You’re evil.”

“Hey, this is typical for us. December 23rd is always cookie baking day and flour always ends up in someone’s face. You’re basically an honorable Evans at this point.”

Shanna’s husband clears his throat as he lifts the child from Scott saying “He does this to everyone. My first year he and Chris went overboard with the flour. It took days and four showers to get the flour out of my ear.”

My eyes widen as the three of us laugh and he nods to me as he escorts all the kids out

My hand dives into the flour and flings it into Scott’s face before he can even react. He screams with laughter as he tackles me and we hit the fridge, causing a loud ruckus as all the nieces and nephews giggle loudly

I freeze as I hear Chris and his mother approach, and Scott dumps the bag of flour over my head as I stare at the door

Flour pools over my head and body, I close my eyes quickly, feeling like the flour has already gotten into my eyes

“Scott!” His mother shouts in annoyance as two muscular arms wrap around me and I hear Chris say “I’m so sorry, Scott what the hell is wrong with you?”

I’m moved around the kitchen and Scott is scolded by his mother about the mess and I blubber on about “it’s not his fault. Chris. I’m fine.”

Just embarrassed.

The group of family members break into smaller groups while Chris helps me clean up myself

He wipes at my eyes and the cloudiness disappears from my vision like windshield wipers on a window

I blink a couple times and he smiles lightly saying “So you just went through a Evans family passage, did Scott tell you that? Is that why you’re not angry currently?”

“Shanna’s husband told me.”

He ahh’s and responds “I see, and that’s alright?”

My hand moves up to my eyebrow as I scratch it and shrug saying “Makes me feel more welcomed than your mothers introduction and avoidance of me.”

“She’s trying. I swear, she’s just awkward around new people sometimes.”

My lips puff out as I purse them together “Maybe it wouldn’t have been so awkward if you had told her about me prior to two days ago.”

Scoffing he says “She knew about you before that.”

“Did she?” I question as my hands press to my sides

Sighing and basically admitting defeat he says “She knew I was going on dates with someone. I didn’t explicitly mention you until now. And it’s not because I was purposely hiding you, I just knew she would insist on meeting you and it would’ve been a whole ordeal.”

“Like right now? Hm.”

“Come on, let’s not bicker with each other. My mom has our schedule for the weekend and I’m going to need to go over it with you.”

“Fine. Hit me with it.” I show no amount of excitement towards the strict schedule I know he’s going to present to me

He takes a large breath and starts his speech essentially “December 23rd, 3pm is shopping down at the shops near the theaters for Christmas, 5:15 is check in at the front of the theater where we’ll all go in together, 6 is when the play starts. Intermission is at 7:30. The play ends at 8:30. Then we go directly into dinner at my moms best friends house, she lives just down the street from the theater. She insists on being called aunt whitney. And after dinner we all stay in the living room back home together watching Christmas movies as we all pass out downstairs on the couches and floor.”

I blink in response at his literal word barf he just had

He releases a much needed sigh as he catches his breath from the long set of directions

“That’s all?”

“And an occasional family photo in there. My mom gets a yearly photo of us at the theater.”

“I see.” It’s overwhelming thinking about the detailed plans we can’t stray far from “And everyone has to go to this play?”

He laughs at my joke, not even realizing I had no humor behind the comment as my face remains seldom at his reaction

My nose scrunches in response as I say “It’s required?”

His eyebrow lifts as he rubs his hand down his lips saying “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Getting ready and dressed for the play was a task in itself. My luggage was still not here, I called the airline this morning and they’d told me they put it on the plane over last night, and that it should be here

The customer service claimed it is taking longer for received to be processed but I just think my bags been lost

Chris reassures me saying “You look very cute.”

I grumble as I pull on the itchy sweater around my top half. Shanna and Carly didn’t have much for me to pick through. They gave me a box of their old clothes from their teenage years and each item screamed 90’s.

Chris insisted I needed something somehow related to Christmas and this is what was found

An itchy ugly Christmas sweater with a slightly raunchy icon on the front of it. Chris laughed at the sight of it and Scott was just over the moon with laughter and happiness at the sight of me

“You look ridiculous, I love it.”

My eyes roll and Lisa smiles with a chuckle saying “You’re in luck we’re headed to the stores.”

“Thank god. I think I’m developing a rash from this material.” I say honestly as I scratch my arms and the whole group grows humorously loud with their laughter

Exhaling a breath I push Chris out the front door so we can leave

A few photos was an understatement, Lisa got photos of everything

Scott pulling my braid for example, the slap I gave him to the shoulder shortly after.

Everything.

Even Chris kissing me pretty passionately in the Christmas section of old navy

She smiled and wandered around to take more photos

I’d never shopped at some of these stores. What even is wet seal and why would anyone shop at a store named that?

And alas with Scott and Carly’s help I had found something to wear, not after at least a hundred photos were taken of me in this get up

Carly and Scott watch as I pull the sweater off with the dressing room door left ajar and Scott says “There’s a lock, y’know.”

“It’s broken.”

Lisa stares as she approaches saying “Do you want me to hold the door for you?”

I struggle with the top saying “Y-yeah that’d be great.”

The button catches on my hair and I struggle to fix the problem

She hears me shuffling and struggling “you need any help?”

“God yes. The button is stuck on my hair.”

The door swings open and she pauses for a second as I turn towards her, my arms stuck above my head as the button pulls on my hair

She looks to my exposed top half and says “Wow you are in good shape.”

“Thank you…. It comes with the movie requirements.”

“How’d you manage to get this twisted up?”

“I really… have no idea.”

Chris nudges Scott asking “hey is that jeweler still in business here?”

Carly whips her head towards him, nearly giving herself neck pain as she asks “What?!”

Scott winces at her squeaky voice and Chris says “would you keep it down? I need a necklace or something for mom.”

“Oh.” She says with a deflated tone

Scott nods saying “Yeah. I can go with you. It’s just a few shops down.”

“Can you slow those two down? I don’t want mom to see what I’m buying and if y/n escapes mom she’ll go hunting for both of us.”

Carly nods saying “Can do.”

Scott and Chris wander out of the store and Scott says “You bought mom that stupid espresso machine I thought.”

“I did.”

“Oh my god.” Scott smiles and pushes his brother saying “You little brat! I can’t believe you’re actually committing to something so long term. This is crazy. I mean, I don’t blame you. She’s like a million times better than you and so out of your league but still I’m shocked.”

“You’re a pain in my ass y’know?”

Lisa smiles as she untangles my hair saying “My girls used to always get into predicaments like this all the time. This one time Shanna had woken up and she had chewed gum right before she fell asleep. And she’d woken up with it in her hair, tangled up to the roots. I had to cut her hair. She had bangs all 6th and 7th grade.”

I chuckle saying “Oh boy. I bet she never chewed gum before bed after that.”

“You can bet your behind she didn’t chew gum for years.”

We both laugh and the silence sits once our laughs die down

“You’re a beautiful young woman, y/n. I just… I hate the way he does these things.”

I narrow my eyes to her, growing confused as she straightens out my sweater

“He gets so bright eyed and bushy tailed for a woman and he takes her home to us and soon after their whole relationship crumbles. I blame the divorce, it gave him so many commitment issues. No matter how old your children are divorce still effects them so much.”

I exhale a breath and as it leaves my body it feels jagged and pained “What-what do you mean? How many girls has he done this with?”

“Only a few. I’m sorry. He’d be so angry with me if he knew I brought this up. I just can’t bare to see another girl so broken up about this.”

I blink in response to her, long blinks, trying to keep my resolve. Remembering what she said about me before

Maybe this is just her poor attempt at deterring me.

I swallow thickly and my shoulders raise as I tense and take a step out of the dressing room

I pull the tag off the sweater and Carly says “Find the sweater?”

I nod, feeling dizzy and nauseous all of the sudden

It’s the sudden realization that she either really doesn’t want me in her family or Chris has been lying to me or conveniently forgetting to tell me

As soon as my card swipes and goes through I book it towards the theater and the rest of the family slowly migrates behind me

Following my lead

Chris smiles to Scott as they emerge from the jeweler

“Last minute Christmas gift?”

Chris nearly jumps ten feet in the air at the immediate presence of his mother

The bag jumps in his hand and he squeezes it with both hands. His rapid heart beat growing as he shakes his head saying “Forgot gram. Sorry.”

“You alright? You look flushed.”

Her hand presses to his forehead saying “You don’t feel hot. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine ma. Where’s y/n?”

“Oh she took off quickly, those long legs of hers sure move fast. She couldn’t be bothered to walk our speed.”

Chris sighs at his moms snide comment saying “I’m gonna go find her.”

He pushes the gift off on Scott as he quickly goes to find me

I stand at the theater with the husbands and children, waiting.

“Ready for the ugliest family photo to be taken? Somehow Lisa gets the worst angles of us every year.”

I sniffle a laugh saying “Sounds like my sister. She only posts the flattering photos of herself. I still remember the selfie she took with my sick figure in the background when I got mono in the 9th grade.”

The group laugh and Ryan says “Lisa made me stand in for a family photo when I had a black eye from taking a baseball to the face. Most humiliating Christmas card ever.”

The group of men erupt into laughter again as I join them

“I see you’re getting along nicely with the husbands.”

I shrug at Chris’ grasp on my shoulder “Mmhm.” Is all I give him in response before I hear his mothers voice “Gather up, come on. You know the formation we always do.”

Chris pulls me in the formation and grows distracted as his nephew asks him to tie his shoes for him

Lisa smiles to me saying “Will you be a doll for me and take the photo for us?”

I nod and step away from the family feeling uncomfortable all of the sudden

Like the breath in my lungs dried up and the lump in my throat tripled in size

Scott was late to show up and he nearly offered to take the photo before his mother bickered with him to get in the photo

Chris looks up confused as his mother attempts to get everyone’s attention towards the camera

He says “Why isn’t she in the photo?”

“Married couples only. You know the rule.”

“What rule…?” His voice is drowned out as I click the phone camera and every other device that was pushed onto me

Bickering erupts in the family as the kids push each other off each other and my eyes widen behind the phones and cameras at the chaos

It’s all overwhelming

The family breaks apart as they all grab their devices and a few thank me

Chris finds me shortly after and I push his moms camera and phone into his hands as I go to follow the group

He catches my arm saying “Honey.” He exhales into the nickname and I can tell he’s already thinking about damage control for his next sentence

“My mom gets weird about the family photos, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care about that. I heard her, married couples only. It’s fine. The play is starting soon. We need to get our seats.”

He drops the devices into his pockets and says “Hold on. They can wait. They’ll save our seats. It doesn’t start for another 25 minutes.”

Not wanting to get into an argument or anything right now I breathe in and say “Look, I don’t want to start anything with your mom or to make her dislike me any more. Let’s just go in. If you still want to even talk about this later. We can. Right now I’m just looking forward to the few hours of no talking and just…entertainment.”

He nods slowly and says “I love you, y/n. I know this can’t be easy.”

I press my hand to his cheek, feeling the tears well up as I nod saying “Let’s head inside.”

He kisses the bare skin on the front of my hand, the base of each finger with urgency and delicacy

The crisp and quick chill in the snowy surroundings cuts through me, ruining the moment as I shiver at the discomfort

No matter the beauty of my surroundings, nothing could get rid of this anxiety and nausea I’m still feeling

Not the beautiful theater that is weathered with age and beauty, could be at least half a century old or older

The wood chipped exterior but it still felt welcoming to the eye with the brightly colored bubblegum pink doors and the Christmas decorations hung so high up that it caused me to question how someone got up there to do that

Chris could see the gears turning in my head as I walk into the theater and grew confused on where to go immediately

His hand found mine the minute confusion etched itself onto my expression

“I’ve been here thousands of times. All of us kids performed here for years. You would’ve loved me as the ghost of Christmas future.”

I shake my head saying “I was in the nutcracker meanwhile.” My smile widens and he says “Much more normal I suppose. Should’ve seen my performance as Christopher Robin. My mom still calls it my best performance.”

My eyes roll as I push his shoulder saying “I’m sure she let that go to your head.”

He scoffs jokingly as the smell of stale popcorn hugs the walls of the building like wallpaper as we walk further into the building

It’s crowded, full of big families

Wives with their hands in their children’s hair desperately trying to tame it, or wives bickering with their husbands, fixing their ties. Tightening them as the husband pulls to loosen it

I grow observant as the room grows loud with voices all around me, babies crying loudly, children arguing with each other.

Old grandparents complaining.

Grandchildren whining.

I grow consumed into their dialogue like it’s a script I need to learn and Chris pulls me back saying “Here we are.”

My attention snaps to the big family as they all sit comfortably in the seats. Lisa is in a row with all her grandchildren

My eyes fall on the only two open seats left. One in one row, and the other in the row behind it. Directly behind the other

I swallow thickly with annoyance as I look to Lisa who appears busy with her grandchildren

“Ma, why didn’t you save us seats beside each other?”

“The kids wanted to sit with me. I’m sorry alright? You two are practically beside each other this way anyway.”

“Two completely different rows…” I mutter, my eyes look for Scott as he’s pressed into the corner of the rows and Chris says “Scott move down here—”

“Chris the play is starting in a few minutes, if you would have gotten here sooner like everyone else we could’ve taken your opinion into account.”

Chris let’s puts out a defeated sigh saying “Miles, you’re sitting on my lap.”

“Chris.” His mom gives him a warning tone and I squeeze his shoulder saying defeatedly as my voice grows quiet “I’m just— I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

“No, that’s not necessary. y/n.” He attempts to reassure me

Carly agrees saying “Scott and everyone can move over and we can make enough room—”

“My mom has been calling me. I think I’m just going to do that.”

I quickly leave and the doors shut quickly after me, Chris is pushed into a seat by the usher and sighs loudly

He looks to his sisters and they shrug. Tears wash down my face as I desperately call my mom

She answers saying “You deciding to finally join us?”

“I want to. Mom this is going so badly, they hate me.”

The line holds the silence as I sit at the bench near the water fountain, crying into the phone

“Why would they hate you?”

“I’m controlling.”

She scoffs saying “Let me talk some sense into them. Where is Scott and Chris? Why aren’t they defending you?”

With the deep exhale as my hand stays pressed under my eyes I say “I didn’t tell Chris. It’s like we’re being suffocated by his family constantly. They wanted me to board with Scott and Chris had to interfere on that. And god… everything is a fight. A fight to include me or anything and everything. It’s all so different from home.”

My mother laughs on the other line, completely setting me over the edge as I feel insane and completely invalidated. My mom was never good with emotions. I don’t know what I expected

She was old fashioned, and the strongest person to exist, but lacked the motherly comfort and care all the others had

Maybe it’s because I was born so late into her life.

Maybe it’s just her

She shakes her head saying “Welcome to life with in-laws. I hated your fathers parents.”

I shake my head and a hand squeezes my shoulder. I look up, meeting Chris’ eyes and sigh as I say “I’ve got to go mom.”

The call ends before I wait for her response, I look up to him saying “This sucks.”

He nods saying “my moms being so difficult I’m sorry.”

“That’s putting it lightly.”

The side of the bench shifts as he sits down beside me, I look to him saying “you’re missing out on the family traditions.”

“It’s either fall asleep during the play or stay out here with my beautiful girlfriend.”

My head falls onto his shoulder and the words that leave my mouth bring the guilt forward for him “I just wish they liked me as much as you like me.”

He holds my hand tightly saying “Give it time. I’ll try harder, and my mom will soften to you in no time.”

“She called me controlling. Said you gave that idea.”

He freezes up and my eyes don’t leave the ground as I can feel him thinking through the ominous silence

“I didn’t say anything like that. My mom claims that those women are my type.”

“How many women have you taken to this play, Chris?”

He tenses under me saying “Too many. I’m sorry.”

“I had a feeling, this doesn’t seem like it’s going to get any easier.”

His hand presses to my head as his fingers tenderly fall through my hair as he exhales “It will, you’re so much more to me than anyone I’ve ever brought home.”

We both melted into each other as my body rests on his as we kiss on the bench, my shoulder hitting his as the play goes on

At intermission we enter the play and as I go to sit in the line seat he pulls me onto his lap and his mom gives him a look “Christopher.”

“Not now mom.” He plays her off

Eventually the kids grow restless and a few move back towards their parents. I rest on the seat beside Chris and we watch the second half

The minute we arrived at Aunt Whitney’s I was immediately evaluated. She smiles widely with her silver tooth shining in the back of her molars.

She squeezed my upper arms as she informed me “You’re stunning.”

I smile to her and she looks to Chris saying “you two are picture perfect.”

“Thank you, aunt whitney. Mom needs influencing, can you..?”

She nods quickly saying “of course.” That was probably the last I saw her that night, every once in awhile we saw the blur of her grayed bob haircut as she nearly glided past us

Once the night dragged on it felt more comforting, Chris was practically glued to my side

By the grace of Whitney, Lisa softened a bit to me. I could tell because the way she looked towards me was different. Indescribable but not negatively

It was fun seeing all the grown ups act like kids when it came time for movie night.

You know the feeling of spending the night at your grandparents house when you’re 7 years old? Where you slept didn’t matter, and you felt comfort just being in the house

I could see why they loved this place so much, and with time I think I could grow to love it too.

“Did he tell you what Christmas Eve entails, y/n?”

“No, should I be worried?”

Scott laughs as Chris glares at him. I look between them saying “shit.”

“As long as you’re fine with snow, caroling, farm animals, and Santa we’ll be fine.”

“Is it a bad time to tell you I’m not good with farm animals?”

He tenses and says “great…”

“the polar opposite of our mother in that department.” Scott laughs and shakes his head “mom is going to have a field day knowing that.”

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