#so they could have come to mine they just didn't want

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Okay, so I’m weirdly into the idea of being someone’s estranged wife???

Imagine being Patrick’s estranged wife?? Like maybe he married you bc he couldn’t have Tashi and then just…never signed the divorce papers? And now he’s knocking on your door bc there’s a challenger he’s gonna play in buttttt his bank account’s a little low so could he pretty please crash with you? He’ll sleep on his couch and be on his best behavior, he swears

Queue him crawling into bed with you at 2 am bc it’s cold in the living room and you’re soft and pretty and whoops, he’s hard

Ooo love this

Warnings: Fingering, Patrick Being Patrick, bitter and estranged ex-wife Reader

"You have any chicken nuggets?"

"What are you, five?"

"Adults can enjoy chicken nuggets."

They certainly could, but you didn't grace that reply with a response, just watched with tepid interest as he rifled through the contents of your fridge.

A single phrase kept resounding in your mind:

I should've left him on the doorstep.

And maybe you should have. It wouldn't be the first time that you'd given Patrick the cold shoulder, and it wouldn't be the first time that he just parked in your driveway and slept in his car. But you just couldn't stand the sight of him out in the cold, pouting and gnawing on his lower lip in the fish-eye lens of your peephole.

"Why don't we order a pizza?" He tacked on.

We. It was always 'we' with him, but never in the action, or the cost—that was a 'you' action, not a 'we' more often than not.

"Who's paying for it?" You asked. Patrick turned to you with a dopey, guilty little smile affixed to his lips as he cocked his hip.

"Well until I sign the papers, the two shall be as one, right?"

"Yeah—Why haven't you signed, by the way?"

"Your guy's never been able to serve 'em." He turned back to the fridge, ducking his head as he looked around. "You got any beer?"

You rolled your eyes. "Third shelf, at the back."

"Bingo. Want one?"

"Not right now. But thanks for offering me something that I bought and paid for. Really appreciate it."

Patrick huffed a soft laugh as he turned toward you again, opening the beer against the edge of the counter.

"Mine mine mine," He teased. "What is it with you and what's yours, huh?"

"Just stating facts, Zweig."

"So self-righteous, Mrs. Zweig." He used your married name with a vinegary smile before taking a deep swig from his bottle, pointedly ignoring the way that you bristled. "So. Pizza?"

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Just the couch.

Patrick had pleaded it between bites of pizza, scrubbing the back of his hand across his mouth to clear the crumbs and oil left behind. He'd framed it as a reasonable enough request, like it was the easiest thing in the world to let your estranged husband back into your home.

You won't even know I'm there.

As if you hadn't been fighting to find a harmony within yourself for the last year, trying to serve him papers for the last six months, to get your divorce to take, to rid yourself of his last name.

Watching him sort through the garbage bags of clothing that you'd packed up for him to come and take between tours had been a little pitiful, but he'd unearthed what he'd needed to sleep in.

"Still have a toothbrush for me?" He asked.

"No."

"Face wash?"

"Don't you just use soap?"

"Yeah, but you put me on that, uh—That regimen, that routine."

"You never followed it."

"So you threw the stuff out?"

"I wasn't using it, so. Yeah."

"Huh." Patrick straightened, PJs in hand. You couldn't help but watch him strip off as he passed you, eyeing the ripple of his back muscles as he tossed his shirt in the direction of his bag.

"I'm showering," He called over his shoulder, "If you'd like to join me."

"I'd rather chew glass, but thanks."

--

He was sleeping. He had to be, right? It didn't matter if he was or wasn't. It didn't matter that Patrick Zweig was asleep on your couch, just a floor away. It didn't matter that you were worked up, at the midpoint between pissed off and turned on.

How did he always manage to do that to you?

You should've been able to clock early on that it was trouble. None of your friends or family thought it would work out, and you'd been chagrined when they'd been right. For as much as you had once loved him, for as certain as you and Patrick had been sure you would fit, that you would fix whatever needed fixing, no matter what fate had in store for you, you just...Couldn't.

It didn't help that he had been chasing glory on the court, or that you had spent your relationship trying to fill the shoes of a woman that you could never be. It didn't help that the two of you were just fundamentally different, in ways that you either of you were unwilling to compromise. When he'd left, it hadn't been a surprise, but it had been so goddamn hard to serve him papers. But you'd had such trouble trying to pin him down during your relationship, why should the way you broke be any different?

But when you'd been in bed together—Hell, you'd been even more certain that it could work. You and Patrick just fit. Things had been so right with so little conversation or hesitation. Your needs had fueled one another's, and you'd been able to lose yourself in him. It should have been enough.

But it wasn't then, and it wasn't now.

He was asleep. He had a match the next morning, and he needed his rest. You could do the same—You should do the same. You needed to be staring at the ceiling right now like you need a goddamn hole in the head. You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes and doing your best to focus on your breathing. In for five... Hold...Out...For...Five...In for...One...Two...Three...Four...

Your eyes opened, your breath catching as you heard the door open. You held completely still as you heard the door close again, chased by the soft pad of feet along your floor before the mattress dipped beside you. The covers shifted, lifting and falling as he laid down.

"Are you asleep?" He murmured. It was another moment before his palm skimmed across your belly, his rough cheek nuzzling against the curve of your shoulder. Your breath left you in a soft sigh, your muscles untensing bit by bit.

"I know you haven't been here in a while," You muttered, "But this is not the couch."

He huffed a soft laugh. "I know," He snuggled closer, and it was just a moment before you felt the press of his cock against your hip. You drew in a shaky breath, hands lowering to his arm.

"Patrick," You mumbled. "You should be asleep."

"I can't sleep." His teeth scraped along your jaw as his fingers snaked under the hem of your nightshirt.

"Indigestion?" You squeaked. "Shouldn't've had that third slice of pizza. I told you not to."

Your eyes squeezed shut as he rolled his hips against you.

"This feel like pizza to you?"

"Well—"

"Baby," He pleaded. "You gonna tell me you didn't miss me?"

It took you a moment, and you couldn't help your slight squirming.

"Not even a little."

He laughed again, and you knew that you hadn't been able to sneak a thing by him.

"You don't have to lie. I saw you watching me." He tipped his chin up, sucking a tender kiss to your neck. And you had, but—

"I wasn't."

Patrick tutted disapprovingly. You shuddered, arching up into his touch as his thumb skimmed across your hardening nipple.

"You're a shitty liar, you know that?"

"You're an asshole," You hissed as Patrick lifted his head.

"You like it."

You couldn't get a word out to argue as Patrick's tongue swept between your lips. You whimpered in spite of yourself, sinking back against your pillows and raising your hand to fist in his hair. He was over you in a moment, body shoving your thighs wide as his hands rucked up the bottom of your sleep shirt. You drew in a sharp breath as his head dipped to catch one of your nipples between his lips. You tightened your grip on his, shivering as he teased it with his tongue.

Patrick's hips ground against yours, rolling against where you're growing slick in your sleep shorts.

"How long's it been?" He murmured, "Huh? Since me?"

And it was too embarrassing to say—too embarrassing to admit that you hadn't slept with anyone since Patrick left.

"Shut up," You hissed, "Just—Please, shut up."

His hand snuck beneath the hem of your shorts, swiping gently across your tender clit, and he grinned as your hips hitched up into his deft touch.

"S'okay," He cooed as he eased a couple of fingers into your tight, aching cunt. "I missed you, too."

--

"You gonna come watch me play?"

As with the rest of the last day or so, your answer should be no. You didn't turn to look at Patrick as you rummaged through your dresser for something to wear.

"I've seen you play, Patrick."

"Not lately." He tried again: "It's a challenger."

You hummed, giving a noncommittal shrug as you pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

"...Well can I stay here tonight?"

"If you win, sure."

"How will you know I win if you don't come see me?"

You rolled your eyes, hip-checking your drawer shut before pulling up your pants and tugging in your top.

"Fine. Just tonight. You'll have to find somewhere tomorrow night."

"I'll have the prize money by then, I'll crash at a motel."

"Oh, a motel. Hey big spender," You drawled, heading for your door.

"Hey."

"What?"

"You have the papers here?"

It stopped you dead in your tracks, your stomach churning with unease as you looked at him again.

"...What?"

"The divorce papers," He clarified. "I can sign 'em while I'm here."

It would be so easy. It would be so easy to go down to your office and draw the file out of your desk drawer, to plop it down in front of Patrick with your favorite black ballpoint pen, to flip between arrow tabs and instruct, "Sign here, here, here, here, here, and here."

But you found yourself shaking your head.

"I don't have a copy," You fibbed. It took Patrick a moment before he nodded a little.

"Can you get them?"

Hell, were you that out of practice? One night back in bed with you and he was ready to call it? But you were certain that wasn't it—That Patrick was, for once in his goddamn life, trying to make it easy on you after so much hell.

"...Maybe, I don't know," You shrugged. "It's the weekend."

"Okay."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah—Hey."

"What?"

You watched as Patrick pulled the covers away, unashamed of his nakedness as he strode toward you. He grasped your chin, tipping your head for a soft kiss. It took everything in you not to melt into him as he skimmed his hand over your hip, drawing back just enough to give you a sleepy, hazy smile.

"Good morning."

You couldn't help your own, indignant smile.

"Sure, Patrick." You turned away, determined to push on with your day, your life like he wasn't there—like he wouldn't be hanging over you as you made breakfast, or dominating the court as he played, or in your bed again in just a few hours. "Good morning."

#Patrick Zweig x Reader #Patrick Zweig x You #Patrick Zweig/Reader #Patrick Zweig/You #Patrick Zweig fic #Patrick Zweig imagine

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi there!

If you still take stardew valley requests please write hurt/comfort with Shane and (gn) reader about Shane getting progressively more worried about the farmer each time they go mining because of all the injuries they get there to the point where one day he snaps and breaks down in front of the farmer. It would be nice if you could show shane slowly loosing his mind each day but that would probably make the fic longer so no pressure. just pls make sure theres comfort after the hurt, bad endings make me sad :(

Thank you in advance, and even if you choose not to write this i hope you still have a lovely day.

I'm always down for Shane angst <3

In my main file I fear he's like this bc I'm constantly coming back from the dangerous mines/skull caverns on like 1 hp at 1:50 am

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(Spring, Year 1)

"Hi, Shane!"

"God, what do you want now?"

"Nothing. I'm off to the mines." You grinned at the rugged man in front of you, holding up your pickaxe. "I'm shooting for level 120 this time, and hopefully I can pick up more gems along the way."

Shane raised a brow. "...and I care because?"

"You don't have to. Just thought I'd let you know."

'What? Like you think I'll go looking for you if you pass out? Forget it. Whatever happens is your own damn fault."

"I know the risks, but thank you." You politely answered, ignoring his blunt rudeness before checking the monster slayer guide. "The Adventurer's Guild wants me to slay a ton of bats...only 200 more to go."

""Adventurer's Guild?" Sounds stupid and childish." He grumbled, taking a swig of joja cola in his grasp. He was already running late to work, and he didn't want to get yelled at by Morris.

And he certainly didn't want you, the new farmer who made it their mission to annoy the shit out of him everyday, being the reason.

"Well it's neither of those things. It's actually thrilling." You chuckled, before digging an emerald out of your pocket. "I meant to sell this yesterday, but you can have it."

"...the hell? What am I supposed to do with this?" His brows furrowed at the green mineral you shoved into his hand.

"Keep it..for good luck, I guess?" You shrugged. "You can put it in your pocket and forget about it if you want. I just wanted to give you something nice. Plus, not to be weird, but...it kinda reminded me of your eye color."

Normally, any other villager would've been thrilled that you wanted to befriend them with gifts that reminded you of them.....

Yet Shane just stared at you as though you've confessed to stalking him.

"If you wanna give me something that's actually "nice", buy me a beer at the saloon next time." He sneered, brushing past you and continuing towards JojaMart, while you headed north of town, already knowing what you're gonna do tonight.

When you looked over your shoulder, you could see him pocket the emerald rather than throw it away despite him passing by several trash cans.

And you smiled.

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(Present Day)

"Awh, you still held onto that emerald even after all this time?"

"Yeah, so what? It was the first gift anyone's really given me.." Shane confessed, heat rising to his cheeks as he held the mineral between his fingers. "I never believed in all that crap about crystals and "energy" that Emily talks about. But..I just like keeping this one around. It's like...erm..."

"A testament to the start of our friendship and eventual marriage?" You cheekily grinned as you polished your weapon, before looking to your husband.

He nodded. "Exactly what I was gonna say."

"I know you so well." Chuckling, you walked over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm gonna head to the mines, okay? Welwick says the spirits will shower everyone in good luck. I wanna see if the fabled prismatic shards really do exist."

Almost immediately, Shane froze..and he found himself wanting to desperately say "no" and convince you to stay on the farmhouse.

But he didn't know why.

From the moment he met you, he knew you sought adventure and profits in the mines, fighting all sorts of monsters for the Adventurer's Guild. He's seen skeletons, mummies, and golems caged up at Spirits' Eve festivals, but never the wild ones below the surface who attacked you relentlessly.

Yet you never let the constant dangers deter you from exploring.

Mining was exhausting work, yet rewarding every time you cracked a stone open to find a diamond or discovered a treasure chest. With the materials you've gathered, you were able to craft some rings to wear, enchanted with powers to help make your excursions easier and safer.

Despite being well-prepared, though, Shane did have his concerns...especially as once you came home after clashing with skeletons, a scar on your head from a flying femur bone that still hasn't fully healed.

You only went to Harvey to get it checked out after your husband--who was your boyfriend at the time--insisted on it.

Even before that, he'd see you around town, bearing a new bug bite, scratch, burn, bruise, or bandaid on your body.

It never worried him before, but after that skeleton incident, he finally understood that those monsters were real and you were seriously getting yourself hurt.

He'd go to the mines with you if not for his fears that he'll only make things worse. There's a good chance he'll slow you down and find himself getting swarmed by slimes, bats, bugs, and whatever the hell else was there....and he wasn't exactly the most fit to swing a sword or pickaxe.

Simple walks made him tired.

What good would he do?

"Shane? What's wrong?"

Blinking, he snapped out his thoughts and saw your concerned face. "Nothing, sweetheart." He dismissed, giving you a little smile. "Just be careful out there, alright? I'll take care of things here."

"Thank you, baby." Smiling back, you gave him a kiss before heading out the door with your backpack and tools. "Off to the bottom of the mines I go!"

Shane tensed.

"Wait-"

As quickly as the door opened, it slammed shut, and he was left by himself in the cabin.

It was an uncomfortable silence.

'Maybe I should've tagged along.....buh, what am I saying? They'll be fine. They do this all the time. Stop getting so worked up, idiot..' Clearing his mind yet again, he went off to check things around the farm for you, deciding to watch TV later on.

There was gonna be another Tunneler's game tonight, so at least he had that to look forward to.

Nothing like that, some good food in the fridge, and this cozy cabin he got to call home...

And it was all because of you.

If you could build everything here and still having the energy to go mining and fight monsters, why should he worry?

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1:20 AM

After a productive day, Shane managed to fall asleep early for once.

Only be woken up by the creak of the bedroom door.

Light almost immediately flooded his vision, stirring him from his slumber as he grumbled and tried to shield his eyes, wondering what time it was.

"Fuck..morning already-?"

"No, honey..it's...just me. Sorry.."

He blinked, sitting up to see that it was only you coming into the room, removing your rings. One of them served as your light source, yet it didn't hide the numerous scratched and bruises that littered your skin.

And they were all fresh.

"Babe, wha...are you okay?" Shane was now fully awake, watching as you peeled off your jacket and trousers, tossing them into the corner of the room before dragging yourself into bed.

Only then could he see your injuries up close and personal, and his heart began racing. "What happened? You look like hell."

"I'm fine, Shane. I just..need to sleep it off.."

"B-But...there's blood everywhere.." He mumbled, his eyes going to the clothes in the corner. "I can call Harvey-"

"No..don't. I already patched myself up. I'll be fine in the morning..I just wanna be here with you." Smiling weakly, you kissed him, before putting the prismatic shard into his hand. "Look. It exists...haha...it's so pretty, right? It's yours."

He didn't know what to say, staring dumbfounded at the mineral.

What hell did you go through to get this?

And as much as he loved it..why get it for him?

Why risk your life?

But when he looked back to question you further, you were already passed out beside him, looking peaceful despite the wounds on your body.

Eventually, he slid the prismatic shard under his pillow and laid back down, only to hesitate in wrapping his arm around you.

All he could do was gaze at your exhausted face..and the dried blood under your nose.

Least to say, he had trouble falling back to sleep.

..........

Ever since that night, Shane's grown increasingly worried over your safety during your mining trips. And it began to affect his usual routine around the farm.

In fact, calling it "worry" at this point would be a heavy understatement..

It became straight-up paranoia.

Whether you headed off to the mines or Skull Caverns early because of an "extra lucky day" or simply because you needed a specific resource, you'd always come back home the same way:

At later hours, with more injuries and bandages than last time, constantly on the verge of passing out and barely able to hold a conversation with him.

Of course, you'd have breakfast with him, and you'd never leave the farmhouse without giving him a kiss...but it did nothing to ease his mind, as he'd constantly see your wounds and dread whatever horror stories you were about to tell him.

Even though you're perfectly nonchalant as you talk about a serpent who tried wrapping itself around you and squeeze every last breath out of your body, it made Shane feel utterly sick to his stomach.

How could you be so calm after so many brushes with death?

He didn't understand.

On the surface, he seemed fine with you leaving. But when you did, he'd find himself turning to beer to calm his nerves..although most days he was able to resist the urge and occupy himself with farming tasks or video games.

Despite this, he hasn't outright told you anything. He knew mining was your passion and thought you'd chastise him for "worrying over nothing".

So he kept it to himself, thinking his anxiety was being stupid.

Then the final straw came the evening when he got a call from Harvey's clinic around 5PM.

One that he hoped to never hear:

You passed out, and were currently being treated for serious injuries.

He bolted out the cabin, all the way to the town square and damn near broke the door down. There, Harvey, Linus, and Marlon were at your bedside, the latter two having brought you in after seeing you fall unconscious in from of the elevator, covered in blood and shrapnel.

Fortunately, you were expected to make a full recovery with just stitches and some IV fluids to rehydrate your body...but you still owed Shane one hell of an explanation.

This time around, you landed in an "infested" area of the 100s, trying to use a bomb to kill off most of the monsters.

Only to trip over a stupid lava crab and drop the bomb after you just ignited it, damn near losing your leg trying to kick it away from you in time.

And by the grace of Yoba, you were able to limp your way back to the ladder, return to floor zero, where Linus so-happened to be passing by the mine entrance.

You gave the poor old man quite a fright, as he didn't know how much blood on you was from the monsters...or you.

In the end, the bomb left shrapnel in your flesh, searing your clothing and requiring stitches to ensure you didn't bleed out. You appreciated Harvey for his quick work and for Linus and Marlon for taking you to him.

However nobody in that clinic was more terrified over your condition than Shane, who was in disbelief that you were able to stand and walk back home with him after getting discharged.

He wouldn't talk to you, although his hands shook as he helped you into bed, still sleeping beside you like he did every night before this.

But this time...he had the worst nightmare possible.

He was down in the mines with you, except he felt stuck and couldn't do anything to warn you or save you from the impending danger.

It was like he was spectating a game, instead forced to watch as the bats and monsters made of shadows descended upon you with their teeth bared and claws out, tearing into your body. You had yelled for him to save you, to stop being useless, damning him for not stopping you from leaving...yet their horrible noises drowned out any further shouts.

Then you were gone.

You were gone and he failed you.

And it was all his fault.

It made him joltbwide awake at 3 AM, and he felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest. His mind kept going to you, constantly checking to make sure you're still breathing, unable to fall back to sleep for a while.

When he did, he was in tears.

..........

"No."

"Shane, I know last night was bad. But I'm not-"

"You're not going to the mines today. I mean it."

Dumbfounded, you gazed at Shane, who was physically blocking you from leaving the cabin. A scowl was written all over his face.

You sighed and rubbed the side of your head. "It's only the first few levels, honey. Willy needed bug meat for-"

"Right. The "first few" you say, and then I'll get a call from Harvey at 2 AM about you needing emergency surgery again." He gritted his teeth, tears coming to his eyes. "Whatever he or anyone in this damn town needs in those mines can wait. Why can't you just stay?!"

"I don't understand.." Your eyebrows furrowed. "You never cared before if I went there. What changed?"

"What changed....? What changed is that I've been having a lot more of sleepless nights lately! I can barely eat or do anything except worry and worry about you. And it's because...because..." He trailed off.

"Because what?"

"......."

You sighed. "Shane, if you're not gonna tell me what's wrong, then I don't see why-"

"Because you've been scaring me to death okay?!" His hands now gripping your shoulders as he stared at you. "You think you're invincible, but you aren't. What don't you get?! How badly are you gonna let those things hurt you?! Or be the reason YOU DROP DEAD AND DON'T COME HOME?!!" He screamed.

Your own eyes widened, stunned by his words..and eventually you saw the realization flash across his face as he blurted out his true feelings.

The ones he tried to hide from you, yet consumed him for hours upon hours whenever you left for the mines.

It made your heart plummet.

His breath hitched, and you then saw the tears beginning to fall from his greenish eyes.

"Shane..."

"[Y/n], you saved me from throwing my life away. And...i-it's like you're throwing away yours for no reason!" He sobbed. "Night after night, I have nightmares of seeing your limp body..a-and....and I can't save you. I can't do anything except scream and beg them to stop hurting you! But they never listen! A-And...I just...I-I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you..."

He looked totally shattered, making you finally realize how serious this was.

Your guilt right now was immensurable, watching the man you loved fall apart right in front of you.

And it was your fault.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry..." You pulled him into a tight hug, and he completely broke down in your arms. His quiet crying became muffled by your shoulder. "I..I had no idea you were feeling that way. Why didn't you tell me about the nightmares sooner?"

"You would've thought..th-they were stupid. Or that I sound "needy" or controlling.." He sniffled. "I-I know I can't stop you from going, but...I just..a-after what happened to you last night, I...I.."

"Oh, honey..that was my dumb mistake. The monsters had nothing to do with my injuries." Rubbing his back, you gently kissed his head. "I was tired and got clumsy with a stupid bomb..but I promise it won't happen again. You're right. I'm not invincible. I need that reality check sometimes."

He didn't say anything, instead holding onto you tighter.

You never realized how badly your mining trips and injuries were affecting him...affecting this very relationship.

The Shane you met back in Year 1 could care less if you dropped dead. He outright said he'd never go looking for you and that whatever happened was your own fault.

But the Shane you knew now was crying in your arms over the mere thought that one day you'll go into the mines and never come out, holding it all in until he couldn't anymore.

You've really helped him open up to you, but now you were tearing him apart inside and never really knew it until this point.

"W-Will you just..stay here today, please?" He finally spoke, not caring about how needy or pathetic that sounded.

"...I will." You answered. "I'll take a break from mining for a good while."

"....you would do that for me?"

"Of course. I'd do anything for you, Shane. Hell..I'd give that up altogether if you wanted me to."

You felt him shake his head, and you chuckled, squeezing him tightly. "I'm only kidding, but I promise. No more mining this week."

Shane raised his head up, looking to make sure you were serious. And he saw nothing but sincerity in your expression.

You sighed softly and cupped the sides of his wet face, seeing the torrent of anxiety and frustration raging like an ocean current in his eyes. "You must've felt so lonely and terrified, baby..I'm sorry. I won't make you feel that way ever again."

He sniffled again as you brushed away his tears, before taking ahold of your wrist to kiss your palm...where your first scar from a rock crab came from.

How badly did he wanna kiss away every scar those bastards left on you until none remained.

Some faded with time and care, but others were more permanent--testaments to your survival down in the mines..as well as your several brushes with death.

Heat rose to your cheeks, watching him become so affectionate and gentle with you, even though he knows you're not made of glass whatsoever.

Eventually, his tears ceased as you both decided to go lay down on the bed together, with Shane cuddling up to you and resting his head on your chest. All he could hear was your strong heartbeat drowning out the noise in his mind.

It was still kicking, like you.

"Thank you..god, that was exhausting.." He mumbled. "I'm sor-"

"You don't have to be sorry for being honest with me." You reassured, petting his hair. "I just..wish I picked up the signs sooner."

"INah, I should've been clearer...and maybe that would spare myself this headache I got now.."

"Hmm..how about we sleep in until you feel better? Then we can check on the chickens."

Feeling him nod and wrap his arms around you, you took that as a "yes" and chuckled softly, knowing you weren't gonna leave this spot anytime soon.

But that's okay.

There's no other place you'd rather be. Not even the mines.

#clanask #anonymous #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv shane #sdv shane x reader #stardew shane x reader #angst #hurt/comfort

[diettwistup]

HALF OF YOU

PAIRINGS: tashi duncan x f!oc, art donaldson x f!oc, patrick zweig x f!oc

SUMMARY: No matter how bright Tashi Duncan shined, her best friend, Milan Mikaelson, wasn’t far behind. Though seeming second best, Milan would never let that define her career. Holding as much fame as Tashi, Milan encountered Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson. Would this encounter change the trajectory of her life, and would it completely alter her relationship with Tashi Duncan?

WARNINGS: challengers spoilers, reader is milan mikaelson, sexual situations, language, angst, plot alterations.

NOTES: hello lovely people! so excited to be back n finally posting this next chapter. i really hope you guys enjoy this, as it’s a little bit of a filler chapter to get ready for the juicy stuff. also i was a little lazy and didn't edit much, so mind an errors! hope you enjoy kisses n hugs xx 💋

WC: 4.3K

READ BEFORE THIS: INTRO, ONE, and TWO

CHAPTER 3: CRACK ME AND I’LL CRACK YOU

STANFORD DINING HALL , 2007 1:00 PM

My eyes scanned the dining hall and all the students grabbing late lunches. Taking out my phone, I looked down to read a text from Art.

“I’ve got a table by the window.” 

Looking up, I almost immediately saw his backward cap and blonde curls facing me as he looked out the window, hands bridged. 

Softly inhaling, I walked over to where he was, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Hi…” I softly spoke, making him turn around and flash me his signature lopsided grin. 

“Hey,” He started as I sat down across from him. “Such a beautiful day. I just had to get a window seat.” He nodded his head towards the view we had. 

Following his eyes, I saw our beautiful campus basking in the hot California sun. 

“It really is beautiful if you have the time to stop and stare.” I sighed as I stole a glance at Art’s side profile. 

I felt my breath catch in my throat solely from his features. They really were perfect, and that’s saying something. 

“Ready to eat?” He snapped his eyes back to me as I tried my best to play off staring at him, grabbing a piece of my hair. 

“Yeah!” I spurted out, too eager for my liking, as I quickly stood up, student ID in hand. “Let’s go…” I finished calmer as I brushed my hair out of my face. 

I heard him softly chuckle as we went to go get our food. 

Returning to the table, I sat my tray down, looked at my food, and grabbed a piece of my hair to play with. 

Again.

“So, I wanna hear everything about how your semester went.” I smiled and crossed my legs under the table. 

Shooting me a soft smile while opening his water bottle, Art locked his eyes onto mine. 

“It’s been rough. Lots of hard practices and tough classes, but like we said the other day, it’s all gonna be worth it.” He explained before taking a bite of his food. 

Picking up my fork and poking my salad, I tilted my head. “Have you and Pat been keeping in contact?” I questioned as I took a bite of my food. 

Nodding as he chewed, Art put his fork down. “Yeah, we talk all the time, and he’s visited a bunch,” he responded. 

I knew about the visits since Tashi always told me when she needed…alone time. 

“That’s fun,” I continued to eat my food before looking out the window. “Tashi said he’s coming for her match next week. We should all do something.” 

“I like that idea.” I could feel him smiling at me as my cheeks heated up. 

A comfortable silence befell us as we ate our food. Surprisingly, it was very enjoyable. I liked this. 

I liked Art. 

When we finished our food and returned our trays, Art shoved his hands in his pocket and looked at me, letting his eyes ask, "What's next." 

Smiling at him, I bit my bottom lip and parted my lips. “Since we didn’t talk much, I wondered if you wanted to return to my dorm. I have a single, so we wouldn’t have to worry about disturbing my roommate.” I spoke as I played with my fingers. 

I could practically feel the happiness radiating off of his smile as he simply nodded. 

“Lead the way.” He responded and extended his hand out for me to take. 

Softly laughing, I grabbed his hand and walked us to my dorm building. 

His hand feels good in mine.

Reaching my dorm, I turned to Art as I unlocked the door. 

“She may be messy, don’t judge.” I playfully scolded as I opened the door. 

“Don’t worry, if yours is bad, mine is worse.” He laughed and followed me into my room. 

I closed the door behind us and put my keys down on my desk as I watched Art look around my room. 

Sitting down on my bed, I took off my shoes and moved my legs up to sit with them crossed. 

“This is cute,” Art said as he turned around and showed that he was holding a framed photo of Tashi and me from third grade. 

Tashi and I were standing back to back with our arms crossed, both making the silliest faces we could muster. Tennis rackets were in our hands, which you swear were bigger than us. We had just won our first of many doubles matches. 

Softly laughing, I stood up and took the photo from him, staring at it with a fond smile. 

“We were so young…” I whispered softly as I studied the photo. Art’s head was right above my shoulder, and I was looking down at the photo as well. 

“You never told Patrick and me about how you and Tashi met,” he said in my ear as I placed the photo back on my desk. 

Sitting back down on my bed, I patted the area next to me with a smile. “Come sit, and I’ll spill my guts.” I chuckled as he moved to sit next to me, taking his hat off and handing it to me to place on my desk. 

“Do I need to sell my soul for this information?” He joked and ran a hand through his hair while I rolled my eyes and gently hit his knee. 

“Shut up…” I chuckled before moving my hair behind my shoulder. 

“Tashi and I have known each other all our lives, really.” I started smiling at the memory of young Tashi and me. “Our mothers were friends, so we were bound to be just like them.” I laughed to myself, looking down at my hands. 

“I feel like we’ve been playing tennis since we were both able to walk,” I smirked as I looked at Art, who was hanging onto every word I spoke.  

He simply nodded to show that he was listening, a smirk widening at every new fact.

“We were doubles partners for years before we decided to play singles for better recruitment chances, and here we are.” I shrugged at this, looking at the photo on my desk while a lazy smile played on my features. 

All Art did for a moment was stare at me with a slight smile.

I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that. 

Quickly running a hand through his hair, he laughed softly before looking back at me. 

“I can’t say I’m shocked.” He smiles before flickering his eyes back to the picture of Tashi and me on my desk. “You two have something special.” He finishes and looks back at me. 

“Look who's talking,” I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and responded. “You and Patrick have one of the most genuine friendships I’ve ever seen.” I smiled as Art adjusted himself, our knees now touching. 

“Please,” He laughed and shook his head. “Patrick and I are more brothers than friends.” He smirked. 

“Exactly!” I exclaimed and subconsciously moved closer to Art. “That’s what I love about you two. I can tell you really care about him.” I tilted my head with a gentle smile as I placed my hand on his thigh. 

Art glanced down at my hand as my face instantly turned red.

“I’m sorry-“ I began as I retracted my hand, but Art stopped me by grabbing my wrist and staring right into my eyes. 

“No, it’s okay.” He spoke, eyes piercing into my entire being: soul, body, and all. As he held my wrists, his thumb softly caressed the sensitive skin of my palm. 

Biting my bottom lip softly, I turned my head to look out the window as my stomach churned. 

“So,” I began as I bit the inside of my cheek. “I’m glad you texted me…” I softly spoke, refusing to make eye contact. 

“Wow,” He started and shook his head slowly with a smirk. 

Tilting my head, I furrowed my brows and looked at him through my eyelashes. 

“What…?” I asked as I gnawed my bottom lip, and my face heated up. 

He threw his hands up in defense and let out a chuckle as he stared at me. 

“Never did I ever think that Milan Mikaelson would express any sort of feeling without having an attitude.” He laughed as my mouth dropped, and I chuckled before leaning in and smacking his arm. 

“You’re such an asshole!” I laughed, not realizing how close our faces were. 

He shrugged with a smirk before moving his hand to play with the sleeve of my hoodie. 

I watched him do this, eyes trained on his fingers before flickering to the roughness of his calloused hands. Sure, I had them, too, but for some reason, seeing him made me smile at all his hard work and dedication to tennis. 

“I told Pat about this.” He chimed and snapped me out of my thoughts, pointing between the two of us to signify that there was now an us. 

“I think he’s more happy than I am about this.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.

I turned my head to look back out at the window as I softly laughed. 

“Yeah, I told Tash,” I responded before looking back at him, his smile growing wider. “She was surprisingly chill about it.” I laughed as I thought of Tashi’s stubborn nature. 

Moving his hand from my sweatshirt to my thigh, Art smirked even wider at me. 

That damn smirk. 

“See, I told you they wouldn’t give a fuck.” He chuckled and patted my thigh. 

Rolling my eyes, I clicked my tongue and looked back at him. 

“Hey, I was just playing it safe!” I explained in defense as I leaned my head closer to his to counteract his smug expression. 

“When is playing safe ever fun?” he replied and leaned in, grinning from ear to ear. 

My mind trailed back to the hotel as I remembered the harsh eye contact between us when Tashi and I first arrived. This moment seems to be teleporting me back in time. 

Returning to my senses, I noticed that Art’s hand had moved from my thigh to my waist, and our noses were almost touching. 

“Art…” I whispered, almost warning him about what we were about to do.

He only learned more until his lips ghosted mine. 

“There’s nothing to worry about…they’re fine with it, remember?” He reassured me and moved a hand to cup my cheek, rubbing it with his thumb out of comfort. 

He was right. We can do whatever we want…I know we both wanted this. 

Softly laughing and smiling widely at this realization, I quickly pressed my lips to his and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

He, of course, kissed back instantly as his hands moved to the base of my neck. 

I could practically taste his smirk against my lips as I parted my lips to give him access. 

Swiping my tongue across his, I laced my fingers into his hair and gently tugged the blonde tuffs. All he could do was softly groan into my mouth before pushing me back gently on the bed to let me lay on my pillow. 

I smiled at this as I moved my leg to wrap around his torso and push my heel into his back to push him further down, whining at the slight friction below. 

I was almost totally lost in the kiss before Art pulled away after biting my bottom lip to catch his breath.

Panting softly, I raised a hand to brush a piece out of his face, softly humming to myself. 

“I really want to get lost in you, but I’m refraining myself because I want to show you that I’m all in. I don’t want a one-time thing.” He spoke breathlessly as he leaned down to press a kiss to my cheek and gently pick me up so that I lay on his chest. 

“I want us to happen. I need us to happen.” He continued into my hair as he gripped me closer, hands under my shirt, tracing shapes on my bare stomach. 

Smiling and closing my eyes, I moved my hands to play with his. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard something more perfect.” I laughed and buried my head more into his chest before continuing, voice quiet. 

“This is exactly what I want. Everything I need.”

NEXT WEEK- STANFORD DORMS 2007, 10:00 AM

“Are you excited?” I smirked as I sat with my head dangling off of Tashi’s bed, hands resting on my stomach. 

“Excited? Yeah, excited to beat that Pepperdine bitch.” Tashi finished as she sat at her desk and did her skincare. 

Scoffing, I turned my body around to sit upright on her bed. 

“Um, I was talking about Patrick coming…” I laughed with a subtle eye roll as I rested my chin on my palm.

“Oh,” Was all she said as she looked at her skin closely in her mirror. 

I fell back on her bed with a chuckle as I stared at her ceiling. 

“What about Art? How’s that going?” She chimed, grin so wide I could practically hear it. 

I blushed at the mention of his name and turned my head to face her, hair falling into my face. 

“It’s been good,” I smiled like a child as I thought about last week with Art. 

We’d been taking it slow to really get to know each other. Finding time in our hectic schedules was definitely a challenge, but we were both up for it. 

All I heard was Tashi snorting before standing up from her desk and moving to sit next to me on the bed. 

“I’m happy for you,” She smiled and draped her body over mine as I let out a laugh with protests for her to get off of me. 

Times like this made me wish that Tashi and I didn’t have to worry about the future. We could perpetually live in certain moments where we would only show certain sides of ourselves to each other. It was refreshing, really. 

Laying next to her, I grinned and brushed my hair out of my face. 

“The four of us should do something after your match. Maybe grab dinner off campus or something.” I thought out loud as I grabbed one of Tashi’s stuffed animals to lie with. 

Shrugging, Tashi sat up next to my head and pulled a blanket over herself. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she nodded before letting a smirk break out. Just think, this will be the first time the four of us have been together since the hotel.” I saw her eyes flicker with mischief.

Sitting up quickly, I gently pushed her off the bed as we both burst into laughter. 

“That night was fucked!” I laughed as I crawled to the edge of the bed to see her sprawled out beneath me, clutching her stomach as she continued to laugh. 

“Hey, but it brought both of us two attractive men who play the same sport as us!” She quipped before grabbing my arm and pulling me off the bed, laughing through her words. 

She does have a point. 

As we continued to laugh momentarily, I softly sighed and sat up, brushing my shirt off. 

“Well, I should get going. I want to grab something to eat before I go to study before your match,” I said as I stood up and walked to my backpack and shoes. Plus, I know you’ll want to have some alone time with Pat.” I smirked and raised my eyebrows at her as I bent down to put my shoes on. 

“Fuck off.” She laughed and kicked my foot as I cursed her out and threw one of her stuffed animals at her. 

“You’re being defensive because you know I’m right.” I stuck my tongue out at her before quickly putting on my shoes, fixing my outfit, and slinging my backpack over my shoulder so Tashi couldn’t throw anything back at me. 

“Love you!” I yelled as I ran out the door, only catching a glimpse of her shooting me the middle finger. 

Smiling to myself, I quickly made my way to the dining hall, not wanting to waste any time so I could get ample studying in before Tashi’s match. 

Reaching a hand up to my mouth, I bit my nails as I entered the dining hall, looking around to see if I knew anyone. 

Shockingly enough, Art and Patrick were sitting by the window, eating churros and talking about something. 

I decided to get my food before heading over, just in case I got caught in a long conversation. 

It’s happened with them before, who said it wouldn't happen again? 

Grabbing my food quickly, might I add, I walked over to the boys with a small smile. 

Patrick was the first to spot me, expression turning to a wide smile as he waved. 

This caused Art to look at who his friend was waving to, and his face immediately lit up when he saw me. 

How sweet. 

“Mila!” Patrick exclaimed as he got up from his stool and hugged me. “How’ve been?” He asked while I hugged back, laughing softly. 

“Awe, Pat, good to see ya,” I smiled before letting go of the hug. “I’ve been decent, pushing through.” I laughed and placed my food next to Art.

“Hi,” I whispered to Art while he wrapped an arm around my waist below my backpack and smiled at me. 

“Hi,” He responded with a lopsided grin and whispered softly. “You look good today,” He patted my waist while I gently chuckled. 

“How about you, Pat? How's the tour?” I angled my attention back to Patrick, who looked between Art and me with a knowing grin. 

“It's been great. I've learned a lot of things and am getting better every day.” He nodded and crossed his arms with his signature smirk. 

I smiled at this, genuinely happy for his success. I never really took much time to get to know Patrick, but I knew he was a good guy. He and Tashi made a good couple, and I know he was treating her right, which is all I cared about. 

“Well,” I began, patting Art’s arm, then grabbing my food. I have a huge test to study for, and I want to get a lot done before Tashi’s match, so I’ll see you two there?” I pointed between them, already knowing the answer. 

“You know it,” Patrick smirked before sitting back down on his stool and shot  Art a very large smirk. 

“Yup, I’ll text you.” Art smiled and moved in to press a small peck on my cheek, making my face heat up.

Well, that’s new. 

Laughing softly, I waved to both of the boys as I yelled, “Let's get dinner tonight with Tashi!” before making my way to the library. 

Something tells me that today is gonna be a great day.

STANFORD TENNIS COURTS - 2007, 1:00 PM

The walk from the library to the tennis courts was never something that I had never done before and was never something that I would do again. 

My legs were about to give out any moment, and you would think they would be strong from years of training, but when you’re carrying a backpack with textbooks, notebooks, multiple papers, and more, your abilities are truly tested. 

As I reached the bleachers, I walked up and sat near the middle, discarding my backpack and letting out a groan. 

“Tashi Duncan, you’re glad I love you,” I told myself as I pulled my phone out to text Art that I had seats for him and Patrick. 

After a bit of waiting and looking over my notes to get a little extra studying in, Art showed up, startling me as he pulled my notes out of my lap. 

“Hey, give that back,” I protested, staring at him through my lashes. 

“Hm,” he started before sitting next to me and skimming my notes, pretending to know what he was looking at. 

“The importance of oxygen in oxidative phosphorylation? Who wouldn’t know that?” He pointed to my section in the notes as I laughed and took them before putting them in my backpack. 

“The day you can explain cellular respiration, you can put a ring on it.” I joked as I zipped up my backpack. 

“Well, I guess there will be no marriage anytime soon.” He pretended to sound extremely disappointed before looking at the court.  

Rolling my eyes, I stared at him in confusion as I realized his partner in crime was nowhere to be seen. 

“Where’s Pat?” I asked as I rested my chin on my hand. 

All Art did was shrug and look back at me. “He went to Tashi’s dorm a bit after you left and told me he would meet me here.” He explained and ran a hand through his hair. 

“Hm, I see.” I slowly spoke as Tashi exited the locker rooms, the crowd cheering. Maybe you should send him a text,” I added as I looked back at Art.

“Yeah, let’s see.” He responded as he pulled out his phone and quickly texted Patrick. 

Not even a full ten seconds later, Patrick had responded.

“Well fuck,” Art said as he read the text. “He said they got into a big fight, and he’s not coming.” He sighed as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“Shit, that’s not good,” I spoke as I reached a hand up to my mouth and bit one of my nails. “Thank God Tashi knows how to lock in.” I continued and watched her stretch and warm up. 

Humming in response, Art’s eyes were focused on Tashi just as mine had been. 

I shook my head at the thought of Patrick and Tashi's fight. The match began, and Tashi started off perfectly, as usual. 

The crowd roared as she continued to score over and over again, strides faultlessly, obviously not letting the fight with Patrick get to her. 

When Tashi set the next ball, the volley with her opponent went down momentarily. I watched in awe as she strategically moved across the entire court, hitting the ball back with great force. 

“Come on, Tash!” I yelled as the crowd roared with me. 

“She’s really on point today,” I glanced at Art and spoke before my eyes locked back onto Tashi.

“I know, she’s so-“

CRACK

“Oh my god…” I gasped and stood up as I covered my mouth in horror while Art shot up, eyes wide.

Tashi was on the ground, thrashing and crying out in pain. Her screams wracked throughout the stadium as she gripped her knee.

“Fuck, Art, we gotta go,” I exclaimed and, without hesitation, sprinted down the bleachers, jumping over the fence and net with Art over to Tashi.

“Tash, hey, it’s gonna be okay…” I calmly spoke as I moved her head into my lap. Art grabbed her hand and rubbed it soothingly.

Moving her hair out of her face, I whispered softly down at her. All she did was cry and squirm back and forth, blubbering about her knee and how badly it hurt. 

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, everything is gonna be okay,” I whispered as I wiped her tears away before glancing at Art, who was looking at me with a worried expression. 

Biting my lip out of anxiety, I looked back down at Tashi as she cried and turned her head to hide her face in my thigh.

Shit. 

STANFORD INFIRMARY - 2007, 2:00 PM  

Complete and utter silence filled our end of the infirmary as Tashi sat on a stretcher between Art and me. 

No one dared open their mouths while we listened to the physicians and tennis coach speak hushedly.

I knew this was going to break Tashi. She would never let anyone know that even me, but an injury like this is something that could severely affect her future. I reached a hand up to my mouth to bite my nails in anticipation of her exact diagnosis. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” A rushed and exasperated voice sounded from the doorway. Looking up, my eyes locked with Patrick’s as Tashi started to yell at him. 

“Get out,” She warned before raising her voice to scream when he wouldn’t listen. “GET OUT!” She spat and threw her entire body to point at him to get out. 

Patrick continued to protest, wanting to explain himself and apologize as his eyes darted between us, looking for some forgiveness. 

“Patrick, get the fuck out!” Art yelled when Patrick went to step closer to us while I closed my eyes, shook my head, and furrowed my brows. 

Why the fuck was HE yelling?

Crossing my arms and biting my lip, I sadly looked up at Patrick as I spoke softly. 

“Pat, I think you should leave.” I softly whispered, his eyes burning into my being. 

If Tashi wants him gone, he should go. 

All I was met with was his defeated eyes, pleading for this not to be serious. I turned my head away from him, and he finally nodded in disappointment and left. 

Sucking in a breath, I turned my body back to Tashi and moved to grab her hand, softly gripping it while she did the same back, her gaze pointing forward. 

Looking back up at Art, he only stared into space with a piercing expression. 

Sighing softly, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall. 

So much for today being a great day.

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9 Days of Lancaster: First Time

It was after the fourth day of tracking that it finally rained. We’d known it was going to happen, too. After the first crack of thunder, Ruby let out a low whine. 

“No,” she just pleaded. It would still be hours before the rain came and washed most of our tracks away.

She was tired and wet and cold. And I really wanted to get her into the tent and into her sleeping bag.

I didn’t know what to do or say. We could both see the storm coming, feel the wind pick up and the humidity increase. I could do nothing but start to look for a good place to set up a tent.

Ruby and I had done some light training, but you really didn't push yourself or work out too much when you were trying to catch up to something like this. For my sake it was time to take watch and just to top my night off I had to be especially on guard tonight.

It was unusual for me to stay focused on watch, but I had to. I could feel something. It didn't feel like a person or anyone I knew so it was probably not nothing but the equivalent.

Grimm.

I waited until it got close enough that I was sure I could destroy it without letting my senses drift from where Ruby slept.

I was sitting out waiting for the creature to stop nagging at my range and actually enter. It was just pacing around the edge of my senses and eventually I'd had enough.

I kept my body low and my limbs out, but stealth wasn't my strong suite. It jumped through the bracket at me rather than I at it.

I moved in a burst, sweeping the long blade between us to stop its approach. It pushed me back a step and my ankle caught something.

I tripped and it fell on me. My armor held out its claws but its teeth snapped at my aura. I grunted and threw it off of me.

It was an Ursa. a different bone structure for a different part of the world but that seemed to be all the difference between those here and those in Vale.

It landed but rolled towards me quickly with a snarl but as I stood, I held my ground. I already knew how to deal with these. I swept Crocea Mors downwards over my head and cut its face diagonally and deep enough that I'd opened up large sections of its ribcage.

It fell and began to dissolve. I stepped back warily. I felt nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I listened and heard no song of Grimm. The animals had gone quiet, too. Fearing a battle between two distant predators might involve them, but it was already over.

Then, distinct in the cold night distant, the zip of the tent.

I sighed.

"Jaune! Jaune, what was that." She was in thick socks that probably didn't feel good in the wet, icy, muck.

She had Crescent Rose ready though. Her biceps and triceps stood out in her shirt. She had nothing on but her simple ‘T’ and some long bottoms in the night.

I stared at her white clothes in the sleet before coming to my senses. “It was just a small Grimm. Everything’s fine.”

She breathed hard. “You're supposed to wake me up.”

You needed sleep and it was nothing I couldn't handle.

I looked her up and down. There was brisk and then there was being in PJs, in negative ten, with a wind chill, and at ninety-five percent humidity.

I walked over and dragged her into the tent. I flicked the flap open, but the inside was frigid. Just a few moments of being open had sapped whatever warmth was inside. “You can't act like this was my fault. You're supposed to wake me.”

I nodded and rubbed her hands in mine. I pulled her wet socks off too. Her feet were just chilled to the absolute bone. I was considering trying to start a fire.

“Say something!”

“Huh what? You're right. I should have woken you up. Come on get some new socks on and get warm.”

“I feel like I need a can opener with you; you’re just so it's like -ugh. Aren't you frustrated?”

“No, I am.” I assured her.

“Well why aren't you showing it?” Ruby wrapped her arms around her knees under her covers. “And your semblance too, you’re not excited at all when it activates when we train.”

“It only activates when I’m losing, doesn’t last long, and doesn’t do anything but make me glow.” I shook my head and laughed a little.

It was fitting though, if I’d had this power at Beacon I would have been just as able to help Pyrrha.

She hit me hard, enough sting. I gasped, my hand going to my chest where her hand hit my side, through some gap in all my armor she’d casually exploited to jab at just one of my ribs past a strap.

“You were thinking you were useless again. Weren’t you, Jaune?”

Fuck.

“I’m sure it does more than make you look good.”

Whiplash.

I waited.

“Well?” She wondered.

“Well to what in all of that?”

“All of it!”

“I was trying to keep up the pace and find it and be on our way to Haven.”

“So, it’s because I need to get to Haven.”

“Well that is your plan.” I laughed and turned to look at her.

“Ugh.” She murmured and looked down.

Huh?

“What is it? Is it something I said?”

She didn't look impressed by that. She crossed her arms confidently and set herself sideways. “Then what's it like? I forced you out here. To come with me to Haven and trek all the way across the world with me. Even though I had no idea how far that was.”

"Ruby, I did know how far it was. And I did know that if you hadn't…"

If she hadn't what, exactly? I was trying to fight but it was hard. It was a little like Weiss had rubbed off on Ruby, in some of her best ways. I'd found that confidence and authority attractive before but when it was directed at me it was hard to fight.

What could I possibly tell her? That I needed her to tell me what to do and give my life direction?

She just told me how stressed she was. I couldn't add to that. I clicked my jaw in thought.

My teeth clacked together audibly.

She looked from my eyes to my jaw. Like I'd just bit her hard. “You shouldn't do that to yourself.”

I laughed. “That's what I mean. What would I do if I didn't have you right now? If you hadn't taken me in, I don't know where I would have gone.”

“You would have found something.”

No. My family. I stole this from them. I can't go back. And Nora and Ren they got in with like a scholarship for orphan hunters-to-be or something. They were homeless again. I think they thought I'd abandon them.

“No. So, when you asked me to come it was just-it was a no-brainer. What would I have done? What alternatives would I have had? And if I hadn't gone with you, would I have found Pyrrha’s armor, even? Would I know for sure what happened? It was like destiny. And this is too.”

“You really think so?” I watched her hands fidget through her hair, somehow plucking at the red tips even out of the corner of her eye.

“Well no, it’s more like I need to make this the timeline where I succeed, but we can. You know?”

She shook her head. “You think if we're smart and hardworking enough, it'll be enough? That's not like you.”

“Ruby, this is just a setback. Even if it takes months. We have no timetable for getting to Haven. No tournament. No obvious target beyond the school and city which should be in a state of high alert.”

Supplies still got traded as far as here so we know the blackout-panic hadn't destroyed the place.

Haven was probably still there, Just waiting for her, even if it didn’t know it.

“But what about your semblance?” She pressed me. “You and me. Are we making progress there?”

“We’ll have time to figure out how to use it.” If it had a use.

“Tss” I let out as I clutched a rib. She jabbed me again.

“You and me,” she went on. “You butt.”

“Us?” I wondered stupidly.

“What are we, Jaune?” She glanced at me. “What am I to you?”

Good question.

I thought about it. It wasn't like I could just say she was my partner because that had connotations to huntsmen. If I just blurted out, she was my new partner it would hurt everyone.

Besides, she had made it clear that Weiss was her best friend. Whatever that meant to her.

"You're my oldest friend for sure." I told her. I knew that much. Who was there before Pyrrha? Family didn't count. "Things are rough for me right now but it wasn't like I didn't think about you before, too.”

“That's not fair,” she whispered. “Pyrrha was…She made it clear she liked you a lot.”

Ouch. But…

“You were so nice and sweet to me when I didn't deserve it. I could always count on you for advice and it was always good. “

“I don't know…” she trailed off. She pinched her lower lip between her index and thumb. She was listening close, her eyes intense on my every word.

“Even if it wasn't what I wanted to hear. So, it sounds dumb to say something like boyfriend, but you can if you want.”

“We're a couple.” Ruby translated listening closely. “You make things so complicated.”

“The thing about that is-“

“Do you love me?”

“Uh, yeah.”

She smiled, flushing, but she managed to roll her eyes and look right at me. For a moment I could hear nothing but the rain against the tent.

"Jaune I need you to better than 'uh yeah.'" she smiled adorably. It took me a second to realize she was teasing me. By the time I did so, my eyes flicked down to her lips and back up to her eyes. It was too late. Her smile roared across her face.

“You really want to kiss me, don't you? You can. You know. Maybe not all the time but you can kiss me.”

I did. I pushed her back against her thin mattress. I could feel her hip bone against my abdomen and the smooth curve of her sides. I put my hands around her back and pulled her in close to me and she let out a tiny sigh.

Her mouth opened in the slightest way and I couldn't help myself. My tongue went forward at the same time I rolled us more forward, pinning her more beneath me.

She groaned into it, smiling into the kiss as I sucked on her tongue, then lip, then pulled away.

Or tried to.

I drew back slightly but she had a tight grip on my shirt with her left hand. I hadn't even noticed. And her other hand became nestled in my hair.

She just… giggled at me, and, without so much as opening her eyes, dragged me down again.

She rolled her hips up into mine and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. She pulled me into her and I could feel her pulse beat between her legs. I bit down on her bottom lip. And she moaned and through her thin pajama bottoms I felt her against me. I mean I felt her core against my own. She ground herself hard against me in a bold and inexperienced fashion and I let out a moan that she devoured. 

She whined a little up at me when I pulled back but she gave me a pleased sigh when I just took my shirt off. She reached out and ran a palm down my chest to my sides and kept her other hand buried in my hair and pulled me close to her. 

Our teeth clicked together a little as I ran my tongue against her molars. She tried to push against my tongue with hers but I overpowered the wet muscle. She drew back with my tongue in her mouth and sucked on it gently but firmly. I throbbed in my pants at that. I imagined what it would feel like to have her mouth around a different piece of my anatomy and I groaned and grew harder at the thought. I reached a hand down to cup her little breasts through her sleeping tee. She moaned into my mouth as I did. I found her nipple and started to toy with it until it grew firm and erect through her shirt.

I pulled away briefly but it was only to help her pull her pj shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her milky breasts plopped down to my sight with little pink nipples and areola.  I stared at her body in earnest and I felt a pulse from between my legs at the sight of her body. I wanted to be inside her so badly it hurt. I was so lonely and incomplete. 

I pushed her back down and let my mouth stray down her body. I started at her lips then kissed my way over to her left ear and down around her jaw where I sucked softly and she let out a light gasp and bucked her hips up at me helplessly. I savored the power I had over her in that moment and I tasted her aura. Flowery but sweet like cinnamon. She was so tasty as I moved my way down to her chest and sucked on her right nipple. She let out an adorable little squeak and bobbed her hips. I ran one hand down her pants, down her leg and rubbed at the inside of her thigh as I sucked. Then I twisted my hand into her pants and over her panties. My fingers splayed out over the last garment covering her little flower and I stroked easily down her slit where she was soiling the fabric of her panties. 

"Jaune!" She cried out my name in a way that made me feel like a man. 

I slipped a finger beside her panties and into the gash of her body. I rubbed my way up and down and she reached down and grabbed my face and yanked me up to kiss her while I stroked her little rose. It felt so small. My erection rubbed against her side as we kissed deeply and I rubbed her folds. 

"Don't stop," she panted breathlessly. I found a nub at the top of her flower that made her writhe and shout out. I rubbed it again hard and she bit my lip firmly. "R-right there," she breathed out.

I had no intention of slowing down or giving her any sense of quarter. I wanted her writhing and she was. She was rolling her hips into my finger desperately. She wanted so badly to finish and I had the power to give that to her. 

I rolled little circles around her clitoris. I would occasionally flick it and I would toy with her folds to tease her and build her up before she came crashing down. She tried to reciprocate and reach a hand down to my own pants but I was merciless in my attempt to distract her and make her cum. 

"I'm s-so clo-ose. Please Jaune. Oh please let me. Just let me…"

I started really rubbing her clit. I pinched it and rubbed it hard.  I made her break off into stammers and moans. 

"Oh-h I-I-I'm-m… Oh y-yes. Ah-hah-ah-ah." Then her whole body tensed up in what was almost a frightening fashion and she thrust her hips wildly into my finger. Fluid gushed out of her and got the tent wet between her legs. She lay there and just breathed hard for a long minute. She struggled desperately against the successive waves that poured down over her. I had done this to her with a single finger. Me.

She was shaking a little as I sat her up and gave her a drink of water. "I want to do that again to you so badly," I murmured close to her ear and she shuddered. 

I put my hand back between her legs and flipped my finger inside her little tunnel. She moaned and gripped me hard like a Mistrali finger trap. 

"Wait… it's too sensitive for you to-ah- for you to… for you." 

"But you're bucking your hips into my finger. Doesn't that mean you like it?" I wondered. I pressed harder against her right little walls and I ran my finger up to her clit again and gave it a rub. 

"Ah-hah. Please… I can't help it. Please…" I wasn't sure what she was begging me for. More or less. I gave her more and I ran my finger down her body and into her once more. I rubbed against those squeezing walls and made her grasp me tightly like she was scared of drifting away if she didn't latch onto me. She dug her nails into my back but I hardly registered it. "Stop… wait…"

"Why? You like it," I pointed out. I felt so powerful. I had so much control over her whole form like this. 

"I want to touch you," she pleaded. I brought my finger up to her clit and brushed it and she gasped and leaned forward. 

"Then do it. I'm not stopping you." I played with her. 

"I can't like this. You're… it's too much. Please Jaune. Oh please. I'll let you touch me again afterwards but please let me touch you."

"Fine." I drew back and relinquished the quivering power I held over her. She pushed me back and went straight for my pants after I released her. 

She wrestled with my belt for a long time with her hands brushing over me. Eventually she worked me free from my pants and once she had it in her hands she just stared at it in incredulity. It was unusual. She stared at me with my pants down the same way I looked at her without her shirt. She took me in both her hands and gave me a tentative stroke with her tiny hands. I groaned a little in the quiet of the tent with the rain splattering down around us. She crawled until her head was nearly in my lap and gave me a curious lick. My cock twitched and my hips rose up a little. 

She wrapped her little lips around my head and gave a tiny suck. I felt myself quiver with precum straight into her little mouth. She swallowed it immediately. Her throat bobbed as she took it down. Then she slowly wrapped more of her mouth around me and ran the tip of her tongue around my head. My hands went to her hair and I moaned. It was a noise and action she seemed eager for more of because she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. 

"It tastes odd. But I can grow to like it if you want," she murmured in the dark of the tent. 

"Yes please," I managed.

"Who would have thought sucking your dick would make me so wet," she went on. Then she took me back into her mouth. She made an attempt to swallow the whole thing and pushed herself down on the base but she only got up to a mouthful. So she brought her hand up and wrapped it around the parts she couldn't swallow and when she rose up she took that hand with her and then she would lower herself back down and wrap that tiny hand around the base of me. She used her hand on what she couldn't fit into her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down. She always gave the head of my dick a little suck at the top. A tight squeeze of pleasant pressure. 

She spun her tongue around the whole of me and made my cock twitch into her mouth with yet more precum. I felt my balls tightening and a weight in the pit of my stomach which implied that an inevitability was arriving. I was going to cum in little Ruby Rose's mouth. The sheer audacity and lewdness of it could drive a man to orgasm on its own. But she kept thrusting her body down and away at me as well. Her tongue coiled around me and she applied suction to make it so deliciously tight. Her hand gripped me firmly near the base and was getting wet from her spit. She offered no complaint when I thrust my hips up into her waiting mouth in time with her bobbing head. I couldn:t help myself. 

"Ruby, I'm going to finish if you keep that up."

She attacked me with renewed vigor and let out a quiet satisfied hum in the back of her throat which vibrated me and sent me to the edge. I reached down and grabbed the fistfulls of her hair and gave three mighty thrusts that left her unsure of what to do with her hands and at my mercy. 

I groaned as I deposited my seed in her mouth and she started swallowing and tightening her lips and tongue around me and that only intensified my orgasm. 

I had just defiled her pretty lips. She got up in the tent after swallowing. She let out a satisfied little noise as she did. I couldn't be sure whether she liked the taste or she just liked what came with it. She pulled off her pants and soiled panties. It had been true. She had gotten so unbelievably wet. Her thighs were slicked a little with it. She was drop dead gorgeous in the quiet light of the moon. her breasts were modest but full and perky. And the way her pelvis ran down to her little flower was something you had to see to believe. She had a rocking hourglass figure from all the combat and training. 

She positioned my wavering cock at her apex and straddled me. I didn't dare ask something like 'are you sure?' She had my dick in her hands and was longing herself up. She was sure. 

"Is this your first time?" She asked me. She was really only asking about Pyrrha. 

"I know the basics. But I've never done anything with them."

"A first time for both of us then," she decided that that was enough and she slid my head into her. She let out a quiet squeak between pain and pleasure as she lowered herself. I felt her walls wrap around me and squeeze me tight. Their soft velvety wetness was superior to my hand by miles and even to her mouth. Dare I even think that after the heights of pleasure brought to me by her pale lips and what lies behind.

She let out the full groan and she moaned my name. "It's so big. It hurts like… like something good."

"It hurts?" I asked. 

"Fuck yeah it hurts. But it's a good stretching kind of hurt. Just give me a minute."

I could barely contain myself from moving as her tight walls hiccupped around me. It was all so tight everywhere and it felt like she was pulling me deeper in even as she didn't move. 

She put a hand down on my chest and rocked her hips so I barely moved within her. She seemed to like that motion so she kept it up. She was grinding her wetness hard against my pelvis. I reached down with one hand and thumbed that extra special nub at the top of her slit. She called out and moved her hips a little more. She was almost glaring at me for that. She hadn't expected it. I did it again.

"Hah-ha-ah. Tease me a little, Jaune."

I decided that I would. I flicked my fingers through her folds down to where I was embedded in her. Then I rotated slowly back up to her clitoris and squeezed. She let out a little squeal and she lifted her butt and brought it back down on me. Whenever I touched her clit she would squeeze my dick with her insides in a convulsive fashion. It was delectably on point. 

She rode me with lifts and rocks of her hips and I tasted her body as best as I was able until she let out a call in the night and collapsed on me with her insides pulsing almost violently around me. Lubricant flushed forward from her flower. She laid on my chest and I kissed her softly. Then I started to slowly thrust up into her insides.  They were so soft and they squeezed me but they parted around my rigidity so easily. The texture of them was like nothing I had ever felt and I kissed her deeply and drank in her sweet sugary aura. Red rose petals floated down around us as she lit up crimson. That mixed with my own blue and flecks of gold. I pushed her back until she was upright. She just looked at me dazed and confused. She was still riding out the high of her last orgasm. I wanted to keep her there always. 

I pushed her until she was chest down in the tent bedding and I was behind her. I pushed my way inside and bent over her body. She pushed back back in time with my thrusts into her from behind but it was weak and almost, dare I say it, pathetic. I slipped my body down onto her and compressed her hard into the bedding by laying on her. Then I slipped one hand between her legs and over her thigh and I started to play with her petals and nub again. 

"Fpuh-uh-gsh-oh-'' her moans became completely incoherent. The angle I thrust into her met hard with a spot two inches inside and towards the front that I could already tell that she liked when I hit and rubbed against it. Then I started to fondle her folds. First I would grace along one side then the other then I would meet at her apex and rub her clit tightly. This new angle was good for me too. She was so tight and the angle I was thrusting in would occasionally poke against something hard which I knew was her cervix. It would kiss back at me ever so gently as I really started to give it to her. I abandoned teasing her and strummed her clit like a guitar. 

"Keep going. Don't stop. Ooh-ah. Don't stop, please."

I had no intention of stopping and I bent low to nibble on the back of her ear and suckle on her neck. I ran kisses down her back and her body became confused. She wasn't sure whether to grind down onto my hand or push back against me and so she settled for a mixture of both. 

I felt her walls tighten around me and I knew that it was just a matter of time for us both. I squeezed her clit and she arrived again with loud moans and the whisper of my name. Her body went into spasms and her thighs began to quiver from all the stimulation she had received that night. A few more thrusts and I had finished as well. I launched myself as deep inside of her as I could reach and departed my seed directly into her waiting womb and love canal. 

We both lay breathing hard and sweaty in the tent. 

She rolled over to me with a little smile and kissed me on the lips. She giggled happily along and snuggled her hot naked body against mine. I was exhausted from expending myself twice. Usually alone I could only ever do it once. So this has been a lot for me. It had been a lot for her too. We drifted off to sleep together. Thoughts of clothes abandoned in the hot tent. Tomorrow will come and I may have to deal with some consequences of tonight but they could wait. 

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I got down off the back of the animal before Ruby.

She was already waiting for me there.

She called its name and it came when called. She didn’t even need to pull her hair back as she rode, either, she somehow looked relaxed and focused. To be honest I was just so amazed to even watch her move above me.

She slung her legs up and over it and gently held the pommel in one of her small hands. The tips of her fingers just enough to reassure. She hardly needed it for balance; she was so graceful.

Her other hand was firmly in the mane of the stallion’s mane. After the night in the rain, we’d returned to Higanbana where they’d offered us horses. They’d already been made aware of our affairs and the local Dono was not to be out done by GaiLong, evidently.

I’d explained to them that unless they had an awakened horse, they would not be able to carry me, let alone the both of us. Mei-Chi had smiled at me and I knew I would regret it.

“Who taught you how to ride?” I wondered.

“Oh, my mother showed me how when I was young. It’s easy if you know how to care for it.” Or you’re a Nisdy Princess. I watched how easily she controlled it and made it calm. Sure, it was trained but when I’d been encouraged to take the lead on the animal it had given me nothing but contempt.

“Do you know how?” She wondered. “You’ve somehow expertly dodged climbing on the back of one.” She stroked it gently with her hands. Enjoying the sensation.

“I… know the basics,” I hedged. “I have ridden before.”

“Yikes, that bad, huh.” she teased me, and I groaned. “But not in a while and with someone else.”

I shook my head, “this’ll be a first for us.”

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[samiiy20]

Tits, ass or thighs w/ stray kids (maknae line)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ot8 x reader 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐞: smut 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Sex, nipple play, biting, oral sex

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This content NOT is for minors!!!

This is merely entertainment, this does not represent any real person.

It is forbidden to copy or translate my work.

English NO is my first language.

Han: Tits

He enjoys seeing your tits when you're not wearing anything under your shirt

He likes to snuggle into your breasts while you stroke his hair and he can't resist taking one of your breasts in his hands

He likes to hear how your breathing begins to accelerate while his hands slide under your shirt.

The movie on TV was nothing more than background noises, the small moans coming out of your mouth were the only thing Han could focus on as he ran his tongue over your nipples.

You threw your head back when his teeth bit into your skin and you stretched his hair a little when he pressed his fingers to your nipple.

"It's so addictive" Han said without taking his eyes off your face, he moved his hips a little and you arched your back when his cock moved inside you.

You didn't know how much time had passed alone with his cock buried deep inside you, but your entire body trembled at the slightest touch or a small kiss on your breasts.

Han moved his hips again but without stopping paying attention to your tits, it was his vice, his addiction since he met you, he simply couldn't live without them.

Felix: Thighs

He always has one hand on you, he loves squeezing your flesh and feeling your skin between his fingers.

When you wear a skirt he can't take his eyes off you, he doesn't care where they are, he just can't help but look at your thighs.

Felix couldn't believe that you could be more perfect, but when he saw the combination of your skirt and high stockings he couldn't let go of you.

"Felix… I have to go, they're waiting for me" you said between sighs when he kissed your neck and his hands went under your skirt.

"Your friends can wait, angel." You bit your lips to suppress a sigh when he caressed your pussy, but your feet moved on their own to the bed. "It'll just be a moment."

You lay down on the mattress and held your breath when you saw Felix in front of you with his breath short and his cheeks red. You knew what I wanted and you needed it too.

You slowly opened your legs to let him see your pussy and he let out a breathy sigh, got to his knees and pulled your panties down. He kissed your thighs and left little red marks on them, he was so close to where you needed him, but he kept kissing your thighs.

"Felix…" you didn't need to say anything else. You let out a moan when his tongue passed over your core and you closed your legs a little in pleasure, but Felix didn't stop, he loved being between your legs, he could die between your thighs and he would appreciate it.

Seungmin: Ass and Thighs

He won't admit it, but he likes the way you provoke him too much.

Sometimes when he comes home and sees you lying on your back he will simply take a moment to appreciate the curve of your ass and how your thighs squeeze together.

When you heard footsteps in the distance you turned around only to see Seungmin slowly approaching. You sighed and turned back to your phone while swinging your legs.

"I thought you were asleep," he said, approaching without taking his eyes off your butt.

"I couldn't sleep" you shifted in bed and arched your back a little to stretch knowing he was watching.

Seungmin rushed over your body with his hands caressing your legs to slowly rise to your thighs and squeeze them a little.

"You need something?" He continued to squeeze your skin and you could only close your eyes and enjoy your boyfriend's caresses.

You didn't speak for a while and just let him continue, his hands went up to your ass and he squeezed it hard. You moaned a little and shifted, but his body on top of you stopped you.

"Mine…help me" you wiggled your ass and then felt a soft slap on one of your cheeks, you moaned knowing what was about to happen when he slid your panties down.

"Open your legs baby, it's going to be a long night"

Jeongin: Ass

Jeongin will always let you know that he loves your butt.

He loves it when you kiss him while he caresses your butt and he will whisper to you between kisses how much he likes you

He won't take his eyes off you when you leave, he can't just stop looking at the way those pants stick to your ass, so when you get home he won't be able to keep his hands off you.

“Honey, I need you so much,” Jeongin whispered against your lips.

You smiled as you gave the bed a little push, he never looked away from you as you undressed but when you took off your panties you turned around to show him your ass.

You heard him sigh and smiled when he saw it over your shoulder. Jeongin was quick to take off his clothes and place himself between the pillows when he saw you climb onto the bed.

You gave him a kiss before climbing onto his lap with your back to him so he had a full view of your ass. You wasted no time and sank onto him starting with a slow pace.

"Don't stop," Jeongin said, placing his hands on your butt without taking his eyes off the union of his bodies. You continued with what he asked of you until everything was too much for both of you. With heavy breathing you separated from him only to turn around and snuggle into his chest. "I'll never get tired of you," he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before falling. in a deep sleep.

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[ltash]

Carrying his child.

Finding out you're pregnant with Simon's child.

"I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more." – Angelita Lim

After finishing breakfast, I followed Ghost to his room. He was packing.

"So you're leaving me finally!" I said.

"It isn't like that. I am getting deployed. Will catch up with ya later." He said while folding his clothes and putting them neatly in his suitcase.

I started helping him.

"Soap will teach you how to shoot a sniper while he is here," he said.

"But he cannot fulfill the void, your void, Simon!" I said, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and sadness.

He paused, looking up at me, his eyes softening for a moment before he resumed packing. "I know, love. But duty calls. You understand that, don't you?"

I nodded, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "I do. But it doesn't make it any easier."

He straightened up, closing the suitcase and pulling me into his arms. "I'll be back before you know it," he murmured against my hair. "And until then, remember that you're never truly alone. I'm always with you, in some way."

I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent, trying to commit it to memory. "Just come back to me," I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head, holding me tightly. "I promise," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "I'll always come back to you."

Tears started to well up in my eyes. I broke out in sobs. "You know these walls, this huge space I call home, they gnaw at me when I am alone. One day Johnny will have to leave. What would I do without you, my love?" I sobbed.

He cupped my face and wiped my tears with his thumb. "You are my girl and I need my girl to be brave. Do you understand?" he said, his voice steady but full of emotion.

I nodded, trying to pull myself together, feeling the warmth of his touch anchoring me. "I'll try, Simon. For you."

"That's all I ask," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Just hold on. I'll be back before you know it."

He took his sniper case and opened it on the bed, removing the sniper and presenting it to me. "Here, Nora. Take care of it. It's yours now."

I took it from his hands, my fingers trembling as I felt the weight of it. "I have fought wars with it, and it's very close to my heart. That's why I'm giving it to you. Use it on your enemies, just in case. Johnny will teach you," he said, his voice steady yet filled with emotion.

I looked at him, tears blurring my vision. His presence, his strength, everything about him was etched into this weapon. My trembling hands gripped the rifle, feeling its cold metal against my skin.

He rolled his balaclava up to his forehead, revealing his face. His lips touched mine in a gentle kiss, filled with love and longing. I didn't want him to pull away, wishing time would stay still, keeping us in this moment forever. But reality was relentless, and he eventually drew back, leaving me with the rifle and the memory of his touch.

"Come, take my hand. The helicopter's waitin'," he said, taking my hand into his.

We climbed the stairs to my roof where Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz were already standing.

"We're leaving now, kid. We had a very good time here," Captain Price said.

"Captain Price! After my father's death, you've been like a father to me. I'm grateful you came here and spent time with me." I hugged him tightly.

Gaz came over and hugged me too. "Thanks, Nora, for all of that," he said.

"Mention not, Gaz," I replied.

Simon still held my hand, a comforting presence by my side.

"See ya again, LT!" Soap said, punching Simon's chest playfully.

Simon stood with me as they all boarded the helicopter. The blades started to move, creating a deafening roar.

"See you again, sweetheart," Simon said, turning to go, but I grabbed his hand and hugged him fiercely.

"I love you, Simon," I whispered.

"I love you too, Nora," he whispered back.

Captain Price couldn't hear our conversation, but I could see the suspicion in his eyes, his doubts about us beginning to take form.

I touched my lips with my fingers and then pressed my fingers against his masked lips, not caring about what Captain Price might think. Simon pointed his fingers towards his eyes and then to mine, gesturing that he would be coming back for me.

With that, he stepped inside the helicopter. Johnny and I stood there, watching as the helicopter ascended and flew away. I stood there long after it had disappeared into the sky, feeling the emptiness settle in.

Tears were flowing from my eyes, and Johnny noticed.

"It's awright, Nora. He'll be back when he's free. Until then, I'm here. Ye won't be bored, I promise." He chuckled.

"Thanks, Johnny," I said, climbing down the stairs with him following after me.

"Make yourself at home, Johnny," I said as I entered Simon's room and closed the door. His room felt empty without him.

I sat on the bed holding the sniper he gave me, touching it and thinking about how he had used it. It was a piece of him which he gave me. I noticed his grey hoodie lying on the bed. He left it there.

I held it close, taking in his scent, the musky cologne. It smelled of him. I laid on the bed holding it close, my face toward the balcony door where rays of sunlight entered the room. The bed, the sheets, everything smelled of him, and I wanted to envelop myself in his vibes.

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep again with him on my mind.

It was almost lunchtime when I woke up.

I stood and opened the door. The faint voice of laughing grew nearer as I descended the stairs. There I saw Soap standing in the living room, talking to the chef and laughing at his own silly jokes.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

"Ach, nothin'. I was just tellin' her some jokes that I tell LT," Soap replied.

"Aye, Nora! Ye play games? Uno, Ludo, Monopoly?" he asked.

"Only Ludo, but nobody is here to play with me."

"Ye go tae the gym?" he asked.

"Yes, I have my own gym here. I haven't worked out in a while as Simon was here."

"Sure LT would have used it. He loves tae work out," he said.

"No, he didn't either," I replied.

"I'll show you the gym after lunch but let's eat something first," I said and went inside the kitchen to help the chef.

"Hey Johnny! Tell me anything about Ghost," I asked.

"Aye, lass! Ghost? Ah, he's a fine listener, ye ken? No one for idle chatter, but when he does speak, it's worth listenin' to. And when it comes to crackin' jokes, he's a right laugh, especially among us," Johnny replied in his Scottish brogue.

"Well! Simon said you'll show me how to shoot a sniper," I said.

"Aye! I'll teach ye," Johnny confirmed.

As the day progressed, I found myself immersed in conversation with Johnny. He was quite the charmer, with an infectious smile that lit up the room. He had a great sense of humor and was incredibly friendly.

"Aye lass! Let's play a game. Whit were ye sayin' before, which game ye play?" Johnny asked.

"Ludo," I said.

"Let's play Ludo then," he said.

"Sorry Johnny! I have to attend an online meeting. You can watch TV if you are getting bored." I said.

"Aye, lass, which meeting are ye off to?" Johnny inquired.

"It's my father's company, a pharma business. I'm running it now. I'll be joining the office from tomorrow, so you'll be on your own," I explained.

"I'll come wi' ye. Would love to see yer company," he offered.

"You sure? You won't get bored?" I asked.

"Nah, it's fine. I'm here tae keep ye safe," he replied confidently.

A month later,

I was sitting in the meeting room of my company. It was almost time to leave. Johnny did not accompany me today.

As I stood up, my head spinning, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. The room seemed to blur, and I struggled to maintain my balance. I reached out to steady myself, grasping the edge of the table as I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

"Are you okay, Nora?" my colleague asked, concern evident in their voice.

I nodded weakly, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, just feeling a bit lightheaded. I think I need some fresh air."

With shaky steps, I made my way out of the meeting room and into the corridor. Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. The world spun around me, and I felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach.

I sat in my car, the wave of dizziness and nausea was overwhelming.

As I arrived at my mansion, exhaustion weighed heavily upon me. Johnny was there, waiting for me. But as I entered, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, and before I could react, darkness enveloped my vision, and I fell unconscious.

When I woke, Johnny was kneeling beside me, concern etched on his face. He had caught me before I hit the ground, his strong arms supporting me.

"Are you alright, lass?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

I groaned softly, my head throbbing with pain. "I... I don't know. I felt dizzy and then... everything went black."

Johnny helped me sit up, his steady presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of my confusion. "We need to get you checked out, Nora. This ain't normal."

I nodded weakly, grateful for his concern. With Johnny's support, I managed to stand, albeit unsteadily. Together, we made our way to the nearest couch, where I sank down, feeling utterly drained.

As Johnny fetched a glass of water, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me. Something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. All I knew was that I needed answers, and fast.

"I think I should call my doctor," I muttered, dialing his number.

Dr. William arrived within half an hour. "How are you, young woman? Aren't you taking care of yourself?" he asked.

"I don't know what's happening. I think it might be iron deficiency," I replied.

"Where's your friend, Nora?" he asked.

"You mean Simon?" I asked back.

"Yes," he replied.

"He's in the army, so he had to go back," I explained.

"And who is this gentleman?" Dr. William pointed towards Soap.

"He's my friend. Like a little brother," I said.

"Hmm. Low blood pressure, low sugar... What are you doing, kid?" he huffed.

"I'm taking a blood sample. We'll run some tests and I'll send you the reports ASAP," Dr. William said.

Dr. William took my sample and left.

"You should tell LT about this," Soap said, concerned.

"Tell what? It's just normal, nothing unexpected," I replied. "I should go rest." I headed to my room.

Sitting on the bed, another wave of nausea hit me. I rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

"I think I caught a stomach bug," I messaged Simon.

After messaging Simon, I rinsed my mouth and returned to my room, feeling utterly exhausted. I laid down on the bed, trying to ignore the lingering nausea. My phone buzzed with a reply from Simon.

"Are ya alright, love? Do ya need me to come back?" Simon's concern was evident even through the text.

"No, I'll be fine. Just need some rest," I typed back, though I wished he could be here with me.

Johnny knocked gently on my door. "Nora, you okay in there?"

"Yeah, Johnny. Just feeling a bit off," I said, my voice weak.

"Need anythin'? Some water, tea, maybe?" he offered.

"Water would be nice, thanks," I replied, managing a small smile.

Johnny returned quickly with a glass of water. "Here ya go. Rest up, alright?"

"Thanks, Johnny," I said, taking a sip.

As I settled back into bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. The nausea, the dizziness, the fatigue—it all felt too much to be just a stomach bug. But for now, all I could do was wait for Dr. William's call with the test results.

Hours passed, and I drifted in and out of a restless sleep. Finally, my phone rang. It was Dr. William.

"Nora, I got your results. Can you talk?"

"Yes, Dr. William, please tell me," I said, my heart pounding.

"Your iron levels are indeed low, and you have low blood pressure and low blood sugar, which explains your dizziness and nausea. However, there's something else. Have you missed your period recently?"

My breath caught in my throat. "Yes, I have. What does that mean?"

"Nora, I think you might be pregnant. We'll need to do a confirmation test, but the symptoms and your blood work suggest it."

Pregnant? The word echoed in my mind. I thanked Dr. William and ended the call, feeling a mix of shock, joy, and fear. How would I tell Simon? What would this mean for us?

I decided not to share this with Johnny yet. It felt too personal, too raw to discuss with anyone before Simon knew. I needed time to process this on my own.

Lost in thought, I barely noticed when Johnny knocked on my door again. "Nora? Ya look like you've seen a ghost. Everythin' alright?"

"Just tired, Johnny. Thanks for the water," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Johnny, I've got to go see Simon," I told him as I hurriedly threw some clothes into my suitcase.

"Everythin' alright, Nora?" Johnny asked, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, just...something important came up. I need to talk to him face-to-face," I said, avoiding eye contact.

"Alright, if ye need anythin', let me know," Johnny replied, his worry evident but respectful of my need for privacy.

I had told Johnny not to inform Simon that we were coming to see him. Dr. William had emailed me the test report, and I had it ready to show Simon. When the helicopter landed on the base, Johnny stepped out first, offering me a hand to help me down.

I wore simple white joggers, a long figure-hugging jersey dress, and a denim jacket. As I stepped onto the base, I could feel all eyes on me. Johnny grabbed my suitcase and led the way inside the building. The stares followed me as I walked, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Johnny carried my suitcase inside while I continued my search for Simon. I found him in the briefing room with Captain Price and Gaz, all of them engrossed in a discussion over a map. Simon was leaning on the desk, his focus on the map. I stood in the doorway, crossing my arms over my chest, waiting for him to notice me.

Suddenly, his eyes lifted and met mine. A look of surprise and concern flashed across his face.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley," I said, my voice steady but carrying the weight of the news I was about to share. "We need to talk."

He straightened up, his expression shifting to one of immediate seriousness. "Nora? What are ya doin' here?"

Captain Price and Gaz exchanged curious glances but remained silent. Simon quickly walked over to me, concern evident in his eyes. "Let's go somewhere private," he said softly.

We walked out of the room and found a quiet spot outside. Simon turned to me, his eyes searching mine. "What's goin' on, love?"

I took a deep breath and handed him the printed email from Dr. William. "Simon, I'm pregnant," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

He looked down at the paper, then back up at me, his eyes wide with shock. "Pregnant?" he repeated, as if needing to hear it again to believe it.

I nodded. "I wanted to tell you in person. This is big, Simon. It changes everything."

He stood there for a moment, processing the news. Then, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "We'll get through this, Nora. Together. I'm here for ya, no matter what."

Tears of relief and joy welled up in my eyes as I held onto him. "I was so scared, Simon. But hearing you say that...it makes everything better."

He kissed the top of my head, his voice full of love and determination. "We'll figure it out, love. One step at a time. Now, let's get you settled and take care of ya and our little one."

#cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon ghost x reader #ghost x you #task force 141 #task force x reader

[serxinns]

The Aftermath....

Part 2 of class 1a imagine if you wanna see part 1 go here

DISCLAIMER: this concept and idea are NOT MINE this belongs to @lets-get-kraken-boys if you wanna see the original go here

this is the alternate aftermath of what my imagined fic and what happened after that please enjoy

Mirio, Neijire, and Tamaki all surrounded you comforting you and trying to calm you down Tamaki handed you a flower-themed handkerchief you slowly grabbed it and cleaned your face after minutes of rubbing your back, silence and more of your empty sobs Mirio broke the silence "now sunshine are you ready to talk ?" You looked up and quietly nodded

you explained how your classmates have been tormenting how Todoroki always dragging you into your dorm and cuddling you and u swore you felt him smelling your hair how Mina and Hakagure would lock you in their rooms and play and touch you everywhere even if you told them to stop and started crying once

How izuku would follow you around like some lost puppy and make you eat lunch with him even tho you would rather eat alone.

How kiri sero and denki would rip up your poor clothed to the point where you have to smack their hands and tells them to stop

iida and momo trying to break in your room whenever you didn't wanna eat dinner with your classmates or didn't want to do a study date

how Bakugo would relentlessly verbally assault you calling you all sorts of names shaming your fashion and clothing and how he would degrade you for basically everything you do! How you eat how you study how your grades are for just no reason!

The three of them were livid Mirio and Tamaki now loosing trust for Midoriya and Kirishima tamaki felt more betrayed since he actually liked Kirishima so did Mirio but now that's out of the drain and that bakugo kid just telling all these horrible lies to you you were the most talented, nicest, and greatest person of all how could egoistic lowlife just hurt their darlings feelings..

And Neijire was more jealous about how her girls were playing with her but that'll be for another time but those perverted male classmates of yours ripping your delicate clothes and putting their filthy hands on your soft clean hair and that stupid white and hair kid dragging you off and locking you away to do who knows what! She was gonna make sure those pests were gonna feel her wrath

The 3 of them realized you were still there and slowly calmed themselves down "And may I ask why are your clothes covered in..blood sorry if that was too personal" Neijire hesitated worried that it'd make you cry again you sniffled "You won't get mad at me when I tell would you?" Mirio gently grabbed both of your shoulders and looked at you with a gentle smile "Of course not! We would never get mad at you sunshine!"

You hesitated for a moment you took a deep breath and told them everything about how he kept harassing you and wanted your arm hard and started to degrade and how you beat Katsuki until he almost passed out the more you told them the more you cried "i-i didn't mean to I just wanted to go to my room and be left alone! But he yanked my arm back and kept shaming me for being a "crybaby" and the more insults he spew the angrier I got and then I snapped! I swear I didn't mean to dont hate me..!"

The more you talked about it the worse your crying got to the point you started babbling out "I didn't mean to" or "Please don't hate me" The 3 of them hugged you tightly you were going through so much! It pains them to see you like this the 3 of them looked at each other and nodded they were gonna make your classmates pay a punishment they'll never forget!, after you were done crying you heard the announcement and it was principal nezu

"Y/n l/n wherever you are please come to my office immediately y/n l/n please come directly to my office"

"They must've found out.." you slowly chuckled "I'm probably gonna get house arrest for a few days.." not like you were scared or gonna hate it heck you'll finally have some alone time without your classmates always invading you stood up thanking the big 3 while they stared at you sympathetically and also thinking of a plan

You went to the office and just as you predicted you got house arrest for 3-5 days but Katsuki a week detention and cleaning dorms duty due to the evidence of him harassing you and some of your classmates managed to confess what happened and the security cameras the two of you were both told to keep Far away from each other which you didn't kind actually but katsuki was bothered by that a lot and so was your classmates

For the next 2 days Most of your classmates were trying to get in your room and hang out with you or tried to comfort you which ofc you didn't and locked the door Mina and Hakagure wanted to come in a play a little "game" but you ignored them turn up some music on your headphones untill they thought you were sleeping,

momo and Iida wanted to do study lessons with you or tried to convince you to come out your room to eat dinner but you lied saying you need to stay in and was worried you wouod get in trouble and get more days after them pestering you alot they finally left you alone

Kirishima, Sero, and Denki kept pressuring you to try and play a game with them or convince you to open the door to play one of your favorite games on a console but you refused to say you like playing on your device more and you didn't play that game anymore (that was a lie) but they kept pestering you even gaslight you saying how your room is all crampy and boring to be in and how fun it would be if they joined you in the room but you declined you didn't want those weridos anywhere around you so defeated they went off

But on the 3rd day, everything was quiet there was no knocking no classmates trying to barge in, nothing just complete silence which you were glad and brushed it off prob thought Aizawa caught them telling them not to bother you but you were so wrong

It was the day after your house arrest it was fun while it lasted you hoped that Bakugo didn't get pissed about the incident nor want to hunt you down knowing him and you dread your classmates are gonna be more clingy and obsessive than ever your mentality prepared yourself took a deep breath strangely nobody was knocking on your door to offer to walk with them

To your surprise, everyone was a bit quiet heck more silent than ever most still said hi or waved but the classmates who kept harassing you kept their heads down like Izuku and Shoto glaring down their desks in shame and envy muttering something bandages on their bodies

Kirishima, Sero, and Denki stood silent and saw that there clothing was messed up and saw a bunch of scratched and even some bruises all over their hands face and was thst a slap mark on kiris cheek?

Mina and ooked like they were about to snap at anyone whispering stuff saying "How dare they" or "We didn't do anything wrong" under their breath, Hakagure was looking at you in shame and guilt and gave you a small note saying sorry then quickly going back to their desk

Bakugo was the worst of all he looked like he had gone through hell and back of course the bandages on his face were you doing but he was clutching his stomach a bit he avoided contact with you even when training he prob said like something under his breath or something that you can barely hear but when you turned back he quickly walks away

Momo and Iida looked pissed as well momo biting her nails In anger and frustration when you asked what was going on with her she looked at you with a warm but unusual smile saying it was nothing, Iida on the other hand looked uptight busy distracting himself by reading a whole study book on his own his aura was tense and he looked like it was very annoyed with something

Lastly, it was Tokoyami the poor dark shadow was fearing for his life shivering and whimpering a bit while Tokoyami was busy comforting him saying "It's ok it's it's over now" When Tokoyami saw me he weakly waved with a small worried smile dark shadow looked at you mouthing an "I'm sorry" which you awkwardly smiled and puts thumbs up saying it's all good

One day at lunch you'd decided to sit by your best friends Jirou and Tsuyu they were both chatting with Shoji and Koda you slowly walked up to them at their table they all looked at you in shock "Oh hey y/n you out of house arrest *kero*" she said bluntly but you knew she was worried "Yea..finally took it off of me but guys I really wanna say I'm sorry-"

"no need.." shoji interrupted you "It wasn't your fault he had it coming for a while now and it seems like you were in a bad mood" Shoji reassured you "yea plus he and the others got what they deserved as well good" Jiro said in a silly venomous tone "got what they deserved? What do you mean? Were they doing normal training?" They all looked at each other worriedly and then looked at you back "You didn't know? *kero*" You nodded your head "I couldn't after class I had to go straight into my room

Tsuyu and the others looked around to see if everyone wasn't listening when the coast seemed to be Cleary she leaned closely to you "ok I'm gonna whisper it you what happened and you can't tell anyone this ok" you nodded Eagar to find out what happened and this is what she told you

Apparently, on your 3rd day of house arrest, the big 3 came into the classroom for an "educational visit" Everyone was confused at 1st about why but that's when it got serious Mirio explained how Mina, hakagure, bakugo, momo, Iida, izuku, shoto, bakugo, and tokoyami were gonna have "special training" but mirio said it with an angry and serious tone, everyone else looked confused and the students who were called looked a bit nervous and some even cautious but this was just the beginning..

While everyone else was training the boys were getting harsh lectures from Mirio, especially at Izuku and Shoto and Bakugo about Boundaries and other stuff, and were getting harsh training by having to fight Mirio without their quirks they were repeatedly getting punched in the stomach over and over again until one of them threw up

Kirishima Sero and Denki were lifting heavy objects until their bodies couldn't take it and if they fell neijire would grab their clothes harshly on purpose and snatch them up untill their clothes were turning into pieces of paper

Mina and Hakagure were also getting the same punishment by Mirio but Neijire told Him to go easy a bit but was still upset how they didn't let her join playing with cute little you so payback I guess also tamaki also rip them a new one about keeping their hands to themselves while using a glare they never see him do before

You were shocked by all this progressing all half of you were saying this was karma this was deserved but the other hand told you they took it a bit too far but what comes around goes around I guess you were gonna have to talk to them about what the hell happened "serves them right in my opinion" Jiro shrugged carelessly while the other agreed "they should've went a bit easier on the, but what goes around comes around I guess *kero*" everyone else nodded while eating their food while you were wondering what the fuck just happened

"Y/n! You're here!" Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar A familiar bubbly voice called you in it was Neijire alongside Mirio and Tamaki "Ah Senpais!!" Everyone at your table was shocked and bowed a bit while you waved happily at them "I see you're out of that house arrest good you back we've been worried about you sunshine!" Mirio said with his usual smile while Tamaki shyly waved back to you "we hope your doing ok.." Tamaki quietly said and you smiled "thanks guys! I'm doing so much better honestly that house arrest was surely a need! Probably shouleve begged for more" you jokingly said

"now now let's not get into more trouble! You don't wanna get detention or worse!" Neijire said with a laugh while you playfully rolled their eyes "anyways sunshine we were just wondering you wanted to join us for a sleepover this weekend!" Neijire said 3 eagerly wanting to know the answer "Actually y/n is bus this wee-" "I mean yea i guess i own yall one"

You interrupted them while the others at your table and the rest of your classmates glared jealously and deadly at them, bakugo was about to walk over there a cuss them out but mirio looked his way and gave a warning glare which stopped him in his tracks and went back as he growled to himself talking among the other bakusqud "alright see ya! We're gonna have so much fun!" They walked back to their table while you notice how everyone in your class was glaring at them

"Those 3rd years think they could steal out darling just because they came to them.." the others agreed trying to plot some plan "I gonna blast them off to HELL when I get my hands on them!" Bakugo sneered while still glaring at them "cmon bakubro you know what will happen if you do" kirishima said trying to calm down his friend "Kiris right we cant take action just yet especiallyin this state"

Midoriya looked down he felt guilty about how he treated you but he wasn't gonna stand there and let them steal them away from you! "It was your guy's fault anyway for going too far just remember that" said jirou as the others glared at her "this wouldn't had happened if yall would just not take it too far"

The class may not have a plan now but when they do they're gonna make sure those 3 know who theyre messing with and Mirio tamaki and neijire will be ready for when's that's to come

You on the other hand were thankful for the 3 but are gonna talk about how far their punishment was tho but one thing it did made you a bit confident and brave and not letting the others push you around you around anymore not again

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #bnha fluff #bnha angst #yandere tamaki #yandere neijire #yandere mirio x reader #yandere class 1a x reader

[diaphanoushyperfixation]

Just Edwin and Charles living in my head without paying any rent

*Charles just took some inconsiderate risk on a mission*

E: Charles, I was so afraid of losing you

C: But I'm ok you do not have to be sorry Edwin *hugs him*

E: *blushes and step out of it* you are crazy

C: Yeah but the kind you like kind of crazy *smirks proud of himself as usual*

E: *shy and awkward around his feelings, feeling mocked*

C: *notices and takes his hands* hey, listen man, I know we haven't talked about it but as I told you when we were coming back from hell, it's ok really, you're still my buddy

E: yeah... thank you*looks at him in the eye and smiles, because he doesn't wait for something more, he knows Charles is straight and likes women but he still feels a little something, a pain in his chest*

*a little later Charles talks with Crystal about the risk he took before and why people might worry*

C: But I was ok! I had the situation secured i don't understand why he has to worry

🔮: Charles you have to understand, how would you react if it was Edwin who did something so careless?

C: Edwin would never act like that! I'll always be there for him so he never has to worry about it.

🔮: But sometimes you can't do anything, right? Like with the Cat Kings crush events-

C: Don't even mention that guy!

🔮: It's more of a god- but yeah yeah sorry I forgot how jealous you were.

C: Me?? Jealous?? *looks at her in disbelief*

🔮: *between laugh and cries, watches from head to toe* yeah you, or like with Monty, it's ok, you like to have Edwin's attention, and guys that like him are in the way of your relationship

C: I am not jealous! Yes of course Monty pissed me off but in the end, I was right to feel like that about him! And the cat king is just super annoying!

🔮: And Edwin had something else in his mind than you also, nah? *glances at him* It's ok you wanna be the only one by Edwin's side, I understand but you know that someday since you rejected him he is gonna love someone else and maybe take his distance a little, right?

C: What annoyed me was that he was distracted, nothing else! And... *thinks of Edwin loving someone else and feels as if someone just twisted brutally his guts* h-he would never leave me, it's him and I until the end.

🔮: Yeah but before the moment you are with me were in the past moment you would have passed with him, don't you think?

C: Yes but still he wouldn't be like that...

🔮: Why would he, not Charles, if he is in love you have to be supportive and let him have space like he does with you

C: It's just not the same

🔮: And why is that?

C: It's just- when he confessed it didn't seem like that.

🔮: Like what, like he would go? You rejected him and his feelings remember?

C: Yeah but it's because he is my buddie I just don't love him this way!

🔮: If you are so sure then why are you jealous and why won't you accept that he might like someone else?

C: *snaps* BECAUSE HE IS MINE *regrets instantly and avoids her gaze*

🔮: He is yours but you don't like him, uh? Charles listen, we already discussed the fact that we were just both alone and sad and we mistook attachment and friendship for something else. But him, Charles you went to hell for the guy, you would die again and again if that could save his ass, you don't want anyone but you by his side. Also, you are just so different when you are with him, you are natural. If it's keep being his buddy that scares you just know that you already act like an old married couple, so nothing will really change. *puts her hand on his shoulder* I don't say I know everything Charles, just think about it, if there were no consequences what would you do or who would you be for him?

C: *looks at her, clearly lost* I don't know Crys...

🔮: It's ok you don't have to have all the answers now, you don't have to ever have all the answers, just think about it 'k? I'm going to sleep. *waves him and goes back to her room*

C: *sits on the sofa, Edwin was out with Yuki tonight, so he was now alone, and more lost than he ever imagined he could be*

And sorry I don't have any beta readers on this so it's really not perfect, do you want me to continue this?

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives spoilers #edwin payne #charles rowland #catking #payneland #edwin x charles #edwin dead boy detectives #semi- edwin x the cat king #charles dead boy detectives #it's more dead gay detective at this point #crystal is a bisexual queen #Charles is in denial #denial is not just a river in egypt for Charles #denial is a river in egypt #Edwin needs a hug #Charles is contradictory #writing prompt #fic prompt #gay #i have a problem #love them

[lemonmaid]

Imagine Alpha BootHill....

Warnings: gender neutral reader, pregnant reader. Fluff with small angst.

He meets you, a single unmated pregnant omega working like a dog at a saloon in the middle of nowhere, on a dusty abandoned old mining planet.

He is very interested in you right on the bat, I mean, you can say the same thing about him. It's not every day you see a cyborg.

He comes in everyday for the past month, from noon to closing. Always asking for you to serve him.

One night he asked you out for a date.

"Oh, come on, it will be fun! Just us two- three, I mean. " He smiles down at your stomach.

You hummed, "I mean if it meets your fancy... but where? Boothill, we are in the middle of a desert.....".

He smirks, "I know a good spot."

You raise an eyebrow at him, "you know a spot but you been here almost everyday?".

"Can't I be a gentleman?"

"Can't you do your job?".

Before Boothill could reply, a blonde hair man came storming in; blabbering about Boothill taking too long and dragging the cyborg out of the Saloon.

For the next week, Boothill didn't show up to the saloon, making your omega whine at the fact. One night after closing, you noticed him waiting for you at the door.

"Let me walk you home".

You nodded, taking his hand.

Thanks to the planet's atmosphere, the sky shined bright of stars and cosmos. It was so beautiful. What was more beautiful is how the three moons reflected off Boothill's metal body, the soft white glow, it brought out the white streaks in his hair.

"Here" you say in a trance.

Silence between you too, it was kinda awkward, I mean, here you are in the presence of an alpha.

"I wanna court you-"

"But, I'm-".

"I don't care about that, I wanna give you what you deserve".

You bit your lip, your scent filled with anxiety, "what about your job with the Galaxy Rangers?".

"I want you to come with".

"Space is no place for a pup to live in, it's too dangerous and unstructured".

"I still want you, that will never change love". Boothill sighed before taking off his hat, "I may be... a quarter of the alpha I used to be. I'm reckless, pin-headed, hell I don't even got a scent anymore, I can't even feel anything anymore. But I do damn know that you... your scent... it's making me feel something I haven't felt in a hot minute... so please... let me court you... we can make this work". Boothill grabs your hands, putting them on his face, wanting to finally feel ya, "please just think about it".

You nodded your head, allowing him inside of your small home. He wrapped his arms around you hugging you, almost crushing. "Thank you, thank you thank you". He mumbled. You rubbed his head, noticing a faint smell, you laugh.

"What?".

You smile, before taking a deeper whiff os the small and faint scent, "You say you don't have a scent, but right behind ya ear.... I smell you..... your scent is... comforting... stuipd cyborg".

Boothill went stiff before letting small tears poke the corner of his eye. He laughs too, joining your fit of laughter.

This was rushed, I had the idea had to write it down fast lol and I'm now getting into honkai 😭

#boothill x reader #alpha boothill #honkai star rail #honkai starrail x reader #pregnant reader #omega reader

[ccraccz]

Hello, may I request some fluff headcanon for suo hayato and ren kaji

Can you please write about their first kiss headcanon, confessing to their crush or they ask for holding their crushes hand

Sorry if there's too much 😔

OFC OFC SWEETS!!!

WARNING: ASSUALT ON REN'S HC, SORRY SWEETS T^T Your Lips on Mine

SUO HAYATO

He's be the one that initiates the kiss

you had to have gone to at least 4 to 5 dates and have been talking for a while to be able to kiss him, or for him to want to kiss you

it would be after a date with him, walking back to your place and stopping in front of your door

he, of course first asks you for a kiss

The first kiss would be soft and long, gentle lips on yours not moving but still pressed up against yours in such an adoring and endearing way that it takes your breath away

When it ends, he smiles at you and kisses your forehead as you register what just happened.

"Thank you so much for today, Suo..." You mumble, a small smile gracing your face. "Of course, you make my day much more brighter," He smiles back. When you turn around to go into your place, he grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around, curious as to why he stopped you from going into your place. The male was smiling, a small blush that was disguised from the darkness of the night. He looks down to your lips, before looking back up to your eyes. "Can I kiss you?" He asks, making your eyes go wide and skin flush under the light you're in. "Y-Yeah..." you whimper, licking your lips as he gets closer to you, getting under the street light in front of your place. He brings his hand up to your cheek, tilting his head to the side, he presses his lips to yours, closing his eye in the process. You close yours and relish in the feeling of being so close to each other for the first time other than hugging. His lips are soft against yours as they move lightly, leaving you breathless and relaxed after he pulls away. The feeling of his lips still on your lips as you look at him with lovestruck eyes and a bright pink blush on both of your cheeks, the street light illuminating your bodies flickers on and off before he sends you back off to your home with a kiss to your forehead.

REN KAJI

It was after a fight

you have both been dating for around 2 months?

You had been walking home from school, and ren was walking around with his group on patrol like they always do near by

a group of guys pulled you away when you passed an alley, and the group had heard your scream

confused and worried, since they didn't get to see who was being attacked, but by the voice it was a female

rushing towards the alley where they believed that the alert had come from, they found you being surrounded by a couple of older and bigger men

and one of them was touching what was not his

groping what was not his

when Ren heard your voice yelling at the group of men, he only saw red

It was after he and his group pulled the men off of you and beat them up did he see you with clear eyes

you had tears in your eyes, legs shaky and hands covering the lower part of your face before you ran towards him, wailing in worry and grabbing his pretty, but beaten face and giving him a quick, but fat, kiss to show your appreciation.

Standing away from the scene before you, your dear boyfriend was standing with his group, knuckles bloodied and faces bruised and scratched due to the scuffle they had to go through to help you. You had covered your mouth and watched in shock as you saw a whole different person beat those men who were just being disgusting. When the fighting stopped, Ren turned around to look at you, forgetting that you were there as a witness. He suddenly started freaking out, scared that because of this situation, you would leave him. He reaches his hand towards you, opening his mouth and letting his lollipop drop to the floor, chattering in the process. The guys in his group saw what was happening and decided to leave the scene, they knew this could go two ways, and they were hoping for the good ending. "[name]... I-" he muttered before you ran up to him, tears finally falling from your eyes as you grabbed his face and brought his lips onto yours harshly, eyes shut tightly. His eyes were wide open, shocked at the forwardness of your movements before relaxing. His lips were soft, tasting of the sweet strawberry lolli that was now on the floor, but they were also busted because one of the guys had punched him directly in the face as retaliation. The impact of your body on his made him loose balance and fall on his butt on the floor, with you on top of him. When you let go, he was blushing and shocked at the same time, as he grabbed your face and cleared your falling tears before bringing you in for another kiss. ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ You can tell that my juices started flowing on Ren's- Woops, HOPE YOU ENJOY THOUGH SWEETS!!!! Also, sorry for not posting yesterday... I was taking a small break lolol, summer schools been kicking ass T^T

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[starfall-spirit]

Read on Ao3 // Chapter I

Summary: After one last screaming match and a good cry, Feyre is finally ready to move on from her lousy ex and rebuild the life he took her away from. She didn't imagine she'd be right back in the thick of it, reviving buried feelings for her best friend's cousin.

OR;

Feyre dumps Tamlin, moves back to big city life, and gets herself an alpha who will treat her right.

AN: The ending of my short fic for @whatishowedyouinthedark

CW: Somnophilia, breeding kink

Chapter II

Hot. Sticky. Aching. Heavy.

And oh so full. 

That made the rest of it bearable—enough so that she could settle again, drifting into a half-there daze. “That’s it,” she heard from somewhere far away. Felt her hips lift to rest on something soft. Another stretch, the catch of a knot. She couldn’t mask her whimper—tried to push back to meet the feeling.

A calloused hand pressed into the small of her back. “Shh. Lay still, darling. Let me take care of you. Get this fever down.”

A fever.

Feyre’s heat had been relentless. Between the constant hot flashes and pains with only one cure and the utter destruction of her sleep cycle, they’d both hoped the intensity would fade through the remainder of her heat, but she knew after coming into her designation nearly five years ago that it was wishful thinking.

The one mercy through it all was that her body was physically drained enough for her internal clock to push back a couple of hours, granting them both a bit more rest than they expected. Of course that just meant she woke to find herself sweating out a fever.

And now… now Rhys seemed to be taking care of it. Taking care of her. She really shouldn’t put so much stock in an alpha’s actions again, but it wasn’t exactly easy to dismiss the fact that he was helping her, if only for the week. She doubted longterm was in the books for him and wouldn’t open herself to get hurt by assuming as much. It was too risky.

His hand glided up her spine to clamp down on the back of her neck at the same moment he gave a sharp thrust into her. Whining, she gripped the pillow beneath her. “Stop thinking so hard, pet. All you need to do right now is take.”

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“You can and you will. You don’t need to think, you don’t need to act, and you don’t get to resist this.” He leaned down close by her ear, his long fingers tangling in her roots so he could angle her head slightly. “You want to be good for your alpha? To please me?” She nodded. “Words,” he scolded.

“Yes, alpha. I want to please you.”

He chuckled. “So eager, pet. If you want to please me, you’ll stop overthinking this. I intend to keep you, Feyre. To mate you, mark you so no one dares to think you’re searching for an alpha again. You are mine,” he snarled. “That’s the only fact I want floating in your pretty little head right now. Understand?”

His tongue dragged up the length of her neck before his mouth returned to its center, teeth pinching down on the tender flesh just tight enough to leave an impression. Feyre clenching the sheets tighter, part of her itching to feel him clamp down and break skin. She wanted his bite desperately, she realized. The little crush she had suppressed in the years he was away had rapidly bloomed to something greater after their reunion and with her hormones skyrocketing—

There was a sharp nip at her ear and she jerked in surprise. “I asked you a question, Feyre.”

“Yes. I understand.” He pinched her thigh. “Alpha.”

“Good girl.” 

The lazy roll of his hips began to pick up again, the drag of his knot in and out of her near torturous. Still, she knew better than to try to push back into the feeling now. “Look at my sweet girl,” Rhys crooned, his free hand falling to stroke her clit. Feyre’s eyes fluttered shut as the new attention brought her that much closer to the edge. “So pretty when you’re cockdrunk, Feyre. I’m gonna have to keep you filled up, aren’t I? Keep this hot little cunt nice and full with my cum.”

“Yes. Please, Rhys.”

“I’d have to start working from home,” he continued. “Keep you right here in this nest until I know you’re good and bred.” She could only manage a choked sound, hips jerking back on instinct. “Oh yes, I think that’s just what we’ll do, pet.”

“Rhys—” But she didn’t need to finish the thought, as he seemed to read her mind, latching down where her neck met her shoulder at the same time his knot swelled inside of her once again. She wailed in frustration as she came. Though she had found the release she was desperate for, though she was happy he had marked her, the position he had put her in was infuriating, depriving her of the privilege of marking him in return until he was able to pull out. 

Sensing her unease even as she quieted, Rhys purred, leaving just enough weight on her for the pressure to soothe. “Want to mark you too.”

“I know, darling. Soon.” Several minutes later, he drew back, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “Let me run the shower for you,” he murmured. “Then I’ll make breakfast.”

“Rhys.”

“I’ve known I’ve wanted you for years, Feyre. Rejected any other match my father threw at me because I knew you were the only one I’d ever come to feel something for. You just broke up with your ex. If the marking isn’t mutual then my bite will fade in a few days. Don’t rush a decision so permanent if you aren’t ready to make that call.” 

She frowned, but nodded, remaining silent when he left the room to start the adjoining shower. She wasn’t quite sure how to take any of this, if she was being honest. The man had gone from claiming he wanted her marked for others to see and knocked up with his baby to now saying he had no interest in rushing things. Maybe she wasn’t ready for everything he’d suggested moments ago, but she was still confident in where this would be starting. She knew what she wanted, didn’t she?

“It’s ready,” Rhys called over the sound of the shower and vent. “You can test it yourself, of course. I’m going to start breakfast.”

She grimaced. “If you wait, I can help you fix something.”

“That’s alright, darling. I’ve got it under control.”

A new idea sparked and she reached out to guide him by the hand, taking a step backwards towards the standing shower. “What if I need your help here first?”

He gave a strained chuckle, seeming almost surprised by the invitation. “In that case.” He followed her under the spray, reaching for the bottle of shampoo shelved on the wall and starting a lather he could work into her tangled hair. His fingers teased her scalp with each pass and she shivered under his touch. “Feel good?” he asked, guiding her head back before rinsing it to apply the conditioner.

“I’ve always enjoyed people playing with my hair. There wasn’t much in the way of intimacy in my childhood. At least my sisters and I had that much in the mornings. For a while. We got older and… drifted.”

Rhys hummed softly, but didn’t pick at the old wound she’d revealed, moving on to clean her body. Every motion was damn near perfunctory, scrubbing her clean of sweat, semen, and God knew what else. And yet the steady motions of his hands, the tenderness of every stroke that was so at odds with this morning’s claiming—it was its own sort of intimacy, sacred in its own right.

“Can I…”

Giving her a soft smile, Rhys ducked his head enough she could return the favor, first tending to his hair, then the hard planes that made up his god-like form. He seemed to wind a little tighter with every touch. Still, he remained a perfect gentleman. That was until she slid to her knees, her hand closing over his hardening length. “Feyre, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Rhys?” Dipping her head, she flicked her tongue along his slit, tristing his broader form would continue to block the water from hitting her. “You told me last night I’d get a taste of you too and you’ve yet to deliver on that. My pleasure doesn’t always have to come first, you know.”

“Darling,” he groaned.

But she already had her mouth around him, hollowing her cheeks and taking the first few inches, slowly working the rest with her hand. A jagged breath rushed out of him when she shifted forward, taking him deeper. One hand was braced on the wall, the other half-open and hovering just over her head as if he was determined not to touch her yet. Another inch and he cracked, jaw clenched tight, one hand stroking through her wet hair before twisting into the dark strands and sweeping his thumb across the back of her head in a soothing stroke. “Good girl,” he crooned. He always seemed to know just what she was waiting for. “So precious, trying to take care of your alpha.” 

This time he was the one to push closer, easing in until he nudged the back of her throat. Tears stung her eyes even with the gentle shift, but she managed to suppress her gag, taking a greedy breath when he drew back a moment later, raw pleasure scrawled across his handsome face. 

Something like pride fluttered to life inside of her at the sight of it, and she was eager to be the cause of it again. “God,” he hissed. “I knew this sweet little mouth was going to be the death of me.” Rolling his neck, he seemed to master himself enough to take control of the situation with a little more clarity. Rocking his hips, he stroked his thumb across her jaw on one side, accentuating the ache there. Though he smiled down at her, there was an edge to it that brought her focus back. “It was wrong of me to tease you so long, wasn’t it, darling? You told me from the beginning what you really needed. Now look at you.” Another sweep of his thumb and she shivered, feeling the smear of her own drool across her cheek. “Daddy’s cock made it all better, didn’t it?”

A violent shutter racked her body and he chuckled, but didn’t make any remark on it. Enough had been said through action and reaction alone. “Hands on your thighs, little one.” Cupping her face, he increased his pace, growling out a sharp curse when her lips slid back from her teeth, tapping her cheek in reprimand even as she watched the edge of pain light something in him. Still, the sharp thrust to follow caught her off guard, hands flying up. “No. You’re fine, pet. Breath through it.”

Though it took her a moment, she was able to master herself. Though she was disappointed by the lack of verbal praise, the look in his eyes as he brushed her tears away was enough—especially when that silver tongue of his finally seemed to be tied.

Keeping one hand locked in her hair, the other fell to wrap around the base of his cock. “I’m getting close, pet.” Feyre swallowed around him and he cursed, low and nasty. It pleased her all the more. “Cheeky thing. You gonna swallow Daddy’s come, darling?” She whimpered around him. I thought so. “My perfect little omega. Always eager so please, aren’t you?”

Retreating just an inch, Rhys spilled onto her tongue, watching as she took every drop of it before pulling back until he slipped from her lips. “Perfect,” he repeated, voice barely audible over the pounding of the water above them. Reaching out, he wiped his thumb across the excess at the corners of her, easing the digit between her parted lips in a silent demand and giving a low growl when her tongue swirled over the pad of it. 

“Good girl.” With that he hauled her back to her feet, clearly aiming to kiss her. But Feyre had already ducked her head, teeth latching onto his pectoral and clamping hard enough to break skin. He barked in surprise, but she barely heard it, lost in the taste of him—the feeling of that bond blooming. 

Alpha and omega, it seemed to sing. Two halves of a perfect whole. Man and woman, partner and friend. Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate.

There was a tangle of thought and emotion, far too chaotic to be solely hers, no matter how lost she was to the flourishing bridge binding their souls. “Feyre,” he groaned. “My mate.” She pulled back, panting against his neck. “Darling, you realize—”

“I want this, she told him, pulling his head down until their lips nearly brushed. “I know I said I didn’t want an alpha for a while, but I’ve always wanted you. When you left for New York.” 

His lips twitched upwards. “You were barely out of high school, just exploring your designation.”

“I knew what I wanted. But you left and I met Tamlin. I let myself be charmed by the first alpha I acquainted myself with, moved across the country. I convinced myself I didn’t regret it? That I had something good enough. But good enough isn’t enough anymore. So I’m here. And I’m taking what I want. For good.”

He tilted her chin slightly, granting her a soft, linking kiss that sent their bond singing once again. “Breakfast, Feyre. Then we’ll discuss what you’ve staked your claim on.”

Biting her lip, she reached past him to shut off the water. “Better you show me, I think.”

~~~~~

“I’m right here, you know?” Feyre blinked, sliding her eyes back to Mor who sat beside her at the kitchen nook just off the main room where Rhys stood over the stove making them all dinner. Her friend scoffed, though it almost seemed good-natured. “I’m thrilled for you guys, don’t get me wrong. But could you maybe not eye fuck my cousin while I’m trying to have a conversation with you?”

She blushed, ignoring the soft chuckle she heard from the kitchen. Feyre’s heat had broken nearly a week ago, yet she and Rhys were still finding themselves nearly insatiable. Hell, just this morning he’d had her spread out on the very table she sat at. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“I’m mostly teasing. I’m so happy you came home and got your head on straight about—”

“We aren’t discussing him, Mor. It’s done, I’m mated, and that’s the end of it.”

Her friend nodded, sipping from her wine glass. “Good. So, tell me about the studio you found.”

“It was so much easier to reconnect than I thought it would be. I thought I’d be starting from the ground up, but even with the new space I’m hearing from old patrons.” She sighed. “Things are looking up, even with…”

“What?”

She bit her lip, fingering the stem of her glass. “My sister called. She said Lucien caught wind of my starting up my studio here and mentioned it to her. She wants to meet for breakfast.”

“Lucien Vanserra?” Mor asked. “I haven’t heard that name since high school. What’s he doing now?”

“Apparently my sister. He’s always had a thing for her. Even when we were all kids.” She waved her hand, dismissing the subject. “It wouldn’t hurt, would it? Trying to mend bridges.”

“No, Feyre. I don’t think that would hurt a thing.”

~~~~~

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[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Would you want me to?

Word count: 1 300

TW: blood and stuff. But it's not too graphic I think?

I got the idea from a comment left on a post where I asked for fic ideas, so hey you if you want me to mention you here, please message me :)

“Sirius, what the fuck?” Remus asked, rushing over to his boyfriend, looking over him frantically. Sirius was covered in blood, there were blood splatters all over his face and shirt, there was a wound on his cheek, but there was no way all the blood could’ve come from the small cut. There was partly dried up blood sitting atop his lip and under his nose. His hair was wet, but Remus wasn't sure if it was blood or water or what, maybe he didn't want to know, especially not if it was blood. His breathing was heavy, like he had just ran a marathon, but his eyes were calm, calmer than they usually were. He was smiling like a lunatic, it wasn't his normal wicked grin, but something eerie, and so out of place in this situation.

“Don't worry, moons. It's not mine.”

“That’s not a fucking comforting factor. Sirius what-.” He ran his hand through his hair, letting Sirius take his other hand, smiling again. But this time it was softer, calmer, more Sirius-like. It still felt weird, but somehow comforting and calming the panic that had started to rise in his chest. “What's this Sirius? What- what’s going on?”

“Nothing, don't worry, baby.” He whispered, rising up to his tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Remus felt something stick to it, and when he brought his hand up to feel, he ended up wiping away blood. He looked at Sirius, there was just something about those eyes that made him trust, feel safe. It made something inside him calm down, he didn't have to panic, it'd be okay. “I'm gonna go take a shower.”

Remus nodded, but didn't let go of his hand so he could actually go. “Are you hurt?” Sirius closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head, still smiling softly. “You'd tell me if something wasn't right? "

'Cause I really need to know. I wanna help.”

“I’ve just got a little cut on my cheek, love, that's all.” He smiled, bringing Remus' hand up to his lips, kissing his fingers before letting go of his hand and starting to walk towards the bathroom. “Oh, and I think my nose is broken.”

“Sirius!” He gasped, but Sirius just grinned, closing the bathroom door behind himself, and soon after Remus heard the water start to run. He sat down at a kitchen chair, running his hand through his hair, sighing as he glanced at the closed bathroom door. He got up after a moment, searching for the med kit they kept in one of the kitchen drawers, or that's where he had last seen it in. It took some time to actually find it, but when he did, he set it down onto the table, pulling out an ice pack to help with the swelling that was bound to happen, especially if it was broken like Sirius had said.

“Hello, love.” Sirius whispered, hooking his chin over Remus' shoulder while standing behind him, even though it was a bit difficult to do. Remus jumped slightly, not realising Sirius had sneaked behind him. He turned around so he could face Sirius, leaning against the counter, and looking at him. He was dressed in fresh clothes, no more blood, just his pyjama bottoms and one of Remus’ jumpers. There was still blood on his cheek though as it kept seeping from the wound. “You scared of me, darling?”

“When you fucking sneak behind me, yeah. Go sit down, I wanna look you over.” Sirius nodded, going to sit down in a chair, smiling as Remus walked over to him with an ice pack wrapped in a cloth. He gave it to Sirius, going to switch on the light so he could actually see. “Your nose is swelling up, and it looks like it's bruising. Does it hurt?”

“A bit yeah.”

“Hold the ice there, please, love? I'll get you some painkillers in a minute.” Sirius nodded, bringing the ice pack up to his nose, smiling up at Remus as he looked through the med kit. Then he started to clean the cut on his cheek, then covering it with a gauze pad, hoping to keep it clean. “You should go to the hospital. It doesn't look too good, y'know.”

“It’s gonna be fine.”

“It’s going to leave a scar, Sirius.”

“Mhm, maybe.” he hummed, looking out of the window for a moment, the sun was slowly setting, but then he looked back up at Remus. “At least I'll look cool.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot.” Sirius just laughed, watching as Remus gathered the trash from the table and packed the med kit back up, then walked behind him into the kitchen, throwing away the trash and putting away the med kit. When he turned back, Sirius offered the ice pack back to him, but Remus shook his head. “I told you to keep it there, didn’t I?” Sirius groaned, but brought the ice pack back up to his nose anyway.

“C’mon love, it’s not even that bad.”

“Your nose is fucking broken.” He muttered while walking back over to Sirius and sitting down onto the chair next to him, taking his hand, smiling slightly as Sirius intertwined their hands together, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “What happened?” He asked nervously, biting his lip as he glanced away. The same anxiety started to rise as it did when Sirius had first walked through the door. He let out a stuttering breath as Sirius didn’t answer, but just kept smiling at him. Remus looked back up, this time with tears starting to burn in his eyes, he couldn’t help it, it just happened.

“Nothing happened, baby. Don’t cry, please.” He whispered, setting the ice pack down, shifting so he could lean closer to Remus, and gently cupping his cheek, stroking his thumb over his cheekbone for a moment before speaking again. “I’m okay, so are you…” He smiled softly, wiping away the tear that dripped down, making sure to look Remus in the eyes. “I was just making sure that you’ll be okay in the future, too.”

“Sirius what-?”

“Shh, it’s okay, I promise.” Sirius whispered, leaning to give him a tender kiss. Remus closed his eyes at the feeling, he felt safe, like always with Sirius, like nothing could hurt him anymore. He still didn’t understand though, he desperately needed to know what had happened, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure if he should know. They hardly ever kept secrets, so for Sirius to be keeping something like this, maybe it was for the better. Maybe it was better if he didn’t know, but oh, he really wanted to.

“Do you trust me?” He asked quietly, breath tickling against Remus' lips as he looked up at him. Remus opened his eyes, looking at Sirius, nodding instinctively. It was an automatic reaction, but he did mean it. He always did if Sirius asked. “Good.” He smiled, kissing him again before pulling away, looking at Remus.

“Sirius?” He asked after a moment, Sirius hummed, running a hand through Remus' hair, waiting for him to continue. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Do you really want to know?” Remus nodded again, feeling the anxiety wash over him once more, it felt like he was drowning in it, and he really needed for Sirius to pull him back to the surface. “I just want to keep you safe.”

“What…?”

“They’re not going to hurt you anymore.” He whispered with a small smile, eyes flickering between Remus' and the floor. “They won't…”

“Sirius what did you do?”

“Nothing, no Rem, I didn't do anything like that, just, y'know.” He chuckled, watching as Remus' expression changed, no longer panicked, at least not as much. “Nothing like that, baby.”

“Oh.”

“Would you want me to?” Sirius asked with a grin, smiling as Remus' eyes widened and he shook his head.

“No- no…” he rushed out. “Of course not.” Sirius just smiled, giving him a kiss before he got up from the chair letting go of Remus' hand, and started to walk towards their bedroom. “Sirius?” He called after him, Sirius hummed, turning around at the door, leaning against the frame. “What are you doing?”

“Going to bed, I want to sleep.” He said, and Remus nodded, still looking at him, unsure what he should do. “You coming, love?” Remus nodded slowly after a moment, getting up and following after Sirius.

A/N:

Hellooo <3

You've now read the most unhinged thing I've ever written, how did it feel? Did we like this? I'm not entirely sure how to feel about this one honestly, but I think it's good, maybe? Perhaps. While being the most unhinged thing, it is also the shortest one I've written in a while.

I really want to write stuff during the summer and I should have a lot of free time, but we'll see how I use it lol. Rn I'm working on a few different fics, one of them being Lily and Pandora, so look forward to that I guess.

Oh also, happy pride month everyone!

Remember to take care of yourself <3, hopefully you have a nice summer. See you around somewhere maybe, maybe not.

<3

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[resident-idiot-simp]

Wendigo drabble

Non Feeding Your God AU Wendigo drabble please enjoy (Inspired by @cthulhusstepmom and this post

Roach had grown up deep in the Appalachian mountains with stories of horrors hidden in the trees. He had heard his name called by his mother's voice even when he knew she was at the house. He was part native had grown up with the stories from the local people.

He respected the mountains and the things within them immensely. When he went out and joined the military he brought the stories along with him wishing to pass on the tales as the others had to him.

Over the years he had traveled around the world seeing many sites meeting lots of people. He was superstitious everyone know sometimes they made fun of him for it other times they asked him for advice. He's inclined to believe that he was more aware of the things in the wild then most. When he was recruited into the 141 The only thing that was different was him.

It was a situation that he did not wish to recall and especially didn't like to talk about. He had almost died in fact it was the mission that got him the moniker Roach. For all accounts he should have died and no one knew how he didn't. But Roach knew he had turned into one of the things he's so respected in the trees. He turned into one of the things that would whisper your name to call you in to eat you If you didn't know better.

He told no one his parents didn't need to know what he had become he felt guilt about it but he couldn't change it now. So he would hide it.

The 141 treated him like family ignoring his oddities and quirks. They ignored how he would almost constantly be eating while putting on no weight. They ignored his affinity for dark and the wilderness. They ignored his aversion to fire assuming it was because of something that had happened to him in the past… They weren't completely wrong.

They ignored everything and for that he was thankful he didn't know if he could explain it to them. He doesn't know if you could take their rejection.

He continue telling stories now sprinkling in his own tendencies. Nothing changed but

everything had. When the 141 were sent on a mission like any other he was surprised it just how quickly it had backfired. Betrayal and treachery to a degree he had not yet experienced.

He was worried for them his family. They were his and he couldn't let harm come to what was his his instincts wouldn't allow it and neither would he. When Graves had turned and shot Soap he couldn't stop himself.

Before he could blink he was lunging snapping snarling. He wanted to drag him into the trees string him up and eat him alive. The bullets did nothing as they sunk and his flesh. They wouldn't kill him nothing could nothing but fire, but fire was something Graves didn't have.

He took the attention away from the others allowing Ghost to get the upper hand. And for Alejandro to find his way out of their hold. He joined the fray soon after not wanting to be left out of the fun as his instinct screamed to hunt them hunt the ones that had tried to hurt what was his.

It was laughably easy as the shadows fell leaving just Graves still breathing looking scared.

Good

"W-what are you!?" Graves demanded. Roach just laughed his voice raspy from disuse. "Don't you know I recognize the accent. Don't you know the stories of the things in the trees? Of the monsters that will call your name in a voice of someone you love? The things that will drag you into their domain and eat you alive?"

Graves eyes went wide as Roach slowly removed his neck gator and goggles revealing his pale sunken complexion.

"Don't you recognize old monsters when you see them. Monsters that have hunted on the land You call home since the first people arrived from the ice age?"

Graves faught helplessly under the creature.

"I'm something that's hungry Graves and you dare touch what's mine."

Graves scream was cut off as Roach tore out his jugular.

He was so hungry…

When he came back to himself half of Graves was gone and he realized what took him out of the trance was his name being called. "Roach." Ghost was calling him. One of his oldest friends a man who had been through more with him than any other.

He turned dreading what he would see he couldn't take the disgust It might finally kill him. But Ghost didn't look disgusted unnerved sure, but not disgusted. Not fearful. It was all he could hope for.

"What's going on bug?" Ghost asked tensely and Roach moved off Graves despite how much his instincts screamed that he needed to feed that he would never be full.

"I-I fuck. Yo-you weren't supposed to find out no one was supposed to find out…. They'll kill me and they'll be better off for it." The last part was whispered in fear as reality crashed in.

"It doesn't matter what's going on. We can talk about it later but for now we need to get out of here." Ghost ordered and as much as Roach was something else he was still a soldier and his lieutenants orders would always be first priority unless he was lost to his mind.

So he grabbed Graves corpse unable to part with the only fresh source of food he had had in…days.. and followed behind Ghost as a apprehensive Alejandro let them to the safe house.

Later they would learn the truth of what he was and they wouldn't care. Later he would be allowed to be more of himself with them. Later Laswell would bring him food of people they wanted gone.

But that was later.

Now he walked.

(I posted this on Ao3)

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[ryomku]

to love a friend - gojo satoru

synopsis: Thanks for looking at the cherry blossoms with me Satoru.

character: Gojo Satoru

tags: gojo satoru x reader, gn! reader, one sided crush, angst, no happy ending, use of y/n, no curses au!

a/n: apologies in advance for any mistakes, english is not my first language, curse you gege this is all your fault, not proofread it's like 1 am y'all I'm just sad and stressed lmao

a/n 2: took some inspo from the song: 8 Letters by Why Don't We.

You are the one who knows me best and the one who hurts me most, yet here we are seeing each other.

“Why do I pull you close but then ask you for space?”

“Am I just hurting myself?”

“Why is it so difficult to tell you that I love you?”

Isn't it amazing?

Like every day we meet without missing a beat, days where we love and hate each other.

“Are we going to change it?”

We don't know yet.

“Can I touch your heart?”

“How can I get closer to you?”

Surely I won't be able to, knowing how you are like with a heart that's as hard as stone and cold as ice. Yet, you made mine fragile like glass I am at my limit and anything can easily break it.

“Will the day that I deserve you come by?”

Let me be your love.

It's always you, you're always the one who hurts me, you make an impact in my life.

“Why can't I make an impact in your life?”

I know that if I curse at you it won't hurt, I know that if I yell at you it won't matter and I know that if I leave you won't miss me.

I know you don't love me and I still want to keep trying to win you over even if it's in vain.

“Could you do me a favor, Satoru?” Although I wanted to look into your eyes at that moment, mine only focused on the cherry blossoms and the soft pink petals that fall softly and delicately touch the ground.

I know he doesn't care about me but I still want him to do one last thing for me, I know I've bothered him too much but this is the last thing I ask of you my friend.

“What do you want me to do idiot?”

“Could you take me outside to see the cherry blossoms?”

I know I'm asking a lot of you, but please just do this for me. I fell for you many years ago and I want to be in your arms this time once and for all.

“Sure, I'll take you right now if that's okay.”

“Perfect.”

Every look, every touch makes me want to give you all of me, but I can't and I never will be able to, I know, I know that I don't deserve you and that I'm not enough for you, but at least my dream will come true.

You took me by the hand to the backyard of my house, helped me go down the stairs and stopped every time I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I'm sorry to give you so much work for this last favor.

We walked to the other side of the garden and sat under the cherry tree, as always sitting next to each other. I didn't like it but since this is the last favor I ask of you, I might as well change things. With some effort I got up from my place and let myself fall gently between your legs sensing that you were startled by how sudden everything was, I took your arms and put them around my shoulders so that you could give me a hug.

“Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if I found a soul like mine?”

“What do you mean dumbass?” Those ways you call me don't hurt me anymore Gojo, nothing hurts me anymore.

“I would like to find someone who loves me like I love that person, I want someone who loves me for who I am and not for what I do or what I can give them, I want someone who understands me and is there for me when needed, I would have loved to meet someone like that.”

“You and your love things.”

I know you don't understand them because you don't feel it the way I feel it for you Satoru, I know you don't feel it and you won't.

The sky was painted in dark colors and the clouds looked even more beautiful than before. I adore sunsets and even more so if it's with someone I love, even if that someone doesn't love me like I love them.

I wanted to tell you what I felt at that moment but I know that if I do you will live with that guilt that you did nothing to love me more and I don't like when you feel guilty, I wanted us to have a future in which we continued playing and being side by side like we've done since we were children but Satoru I can't do it anymore.

If I could be half of what you think of me, I could learn to do anything and maybe then you could love me for who I am.

I always thought I was bad but look at you, you are the best, how much I adore you and how much I love you.

Thank you for all these years my faithful friend, my confidant and my love, I will never be able to thank you for everything you have done for me, but at least I enjoyed all these years by your side my beloved, but it is time to go, maybe it hurts you that I'm leaving or maybe not, but I want to think that I am special to you and that at least in some way you love me, even if it's just as a friend.

Thank you for letting yourself be loved without knowing it.

“Thank you for seeing the cherry blossoms with me Satoru, thank you.”

“No problem, I don't mind doing this with you Y/N.”

You very rarely called me by my name, thank you for doing it in the end Satoru

“Satoru, I adore you.”

For the last time I felt my face get wet from the hot tears that I shed for the last time and for the last time I was able to see the cherry blossoms.

Closing my eyes along with the last beats of this sick heart.

Thank you Gojo Satoru, I love you.

The white haired boy felt his friend's body go limp in his arms, tightening the hug on the other body to feel its warmth.

“Did you fall asleep Y/N?”

His friend was finally in eternal slumber, it's a shame that the blue eyed boy didn't notice and slept next to his already dead friend.

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[brightlilith]

Just add Truth

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Jensen Ackles x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Friends to lovers, Enemies to lovers

Series sumarry: In a witch hunt that went horribly wrong, the reader goes to another universe, where her life is just an act, (and where the handsome green-eyed hunter she has a crush on doesn't hate her), desperate, she tries to return home, but does she really want to?

1. Teas & Potions ➝ 3. Poisons served for breakfast

Warning: Bad English.

A/N:I know it took me a while to post, I'm sorry about that... The good news is that my exams are over and I'm free... for now. I haven't proofread the chapter yet so I apologize for any mistakes! I have some surprises that are coming 🫣

A/N²:I'm still getting used to writing again, writer's block isn't easy. English ins't my fist language, bad English, sorry. If you have an idea and want me to add it to the story, send me a message with your idea and I will be happy to make it happen.😊 Constructive criticism and supportive messages are always welcome, it motivates me to keep writing.

My mind was completely silent, my body was paralyzed and I started to break out in a cold sweat.

"What?" – I laughed nervously as she closed the door and went into the living room, without maintaining eye contact with him. "I'm your y/n, is supernatural messing with you, jensen?" – I gathered my courage and looked at him, but not before remembering his name.

He laughed...

He was laughing...

Why was he laughing?

"I'm teasing you, sweetheart." – He was laughing. – "I'm going up, see you at dinner." – He headed upstairs and headed towards one of the guest bedrooms.

I let out the breath I was holding, and Eclipsa looked at me and meowed as if to say he knew.

I look at the couch where the laptop was, it was still open to the music tab, a reminder that this was the only thing that connected me to my true home.

What do I do, God?

...

A few minutes had passed when the fake Dean came down, he came over to where I was and sat next to me on the couch, I had ordered a pizza and put on some movie, where the fake y/n was the main one.

It was strange to "see" myself on TV, her acting was impeccable compared to mine when we had to disguise ourselves when hunting.

She is beautiful, no scars, perfect face, perfect body. Something I could never be. Something the my real Dean would like.

"Hey, what's wrong?" – The fake Dean said when he noticed a frown on my face.

"Nothing, why?" – I disguised

"Nothing, but you have that frown..." – He gestured with his hand.

I laughed and said nothing was wrong, he still seemed worried, something the real Dean wouldn't care about. That was the difference.

"How did you know?" – I sighed, saying something after a few minutes of internally fighting whether I should say it or not.

"Knew what?"

"You know..." – I said reluctantly. – "I know you know..."

He fell silent and sighed before speaking.

"Hm, I don't know if you remember, but when they came here, and stayed in our bodies, I went there, to your reality... and I recognize my real Y/N, and you also has this scar on the cheek." He seemed afraid. "hm... that's it..."

Oh.

I do not remember this.

"Oh, I see, I don't remember that..." – She said confused. "But why do boys remember?"

"I don't know." – He laughed nervously. "You should know."

I just smiled and went back to the movie, but my mind was racing, maybe they erased our memory? But why not theirs, and why didn't they delete mine again after they told me?

Hang on.

Scar on the cheek?

I touched my cheek and realized that it really was one, and I realized that not only did I come into this reality, but my body too?!

"I'm not going to tell anyone, if that's what I was thinking." – He looked at me again. – "Jared is the only one who knows besides us, but he will keep quiet."

"I wasn't worried about it..." – I laughed nervously.

...

It was very late, we were already in our respective rooms, and from what I heard, there would be no recordings at least for a while, so I would have some time to see how I could get back.

Jensen, from what I would have to get used to saying, is actually really cool, unlike Dean.

I need to stop comparing them...

But it doesn't work.

I wanted him to be like that.

He and I introduced ourselves and we can say that we would be great friends for a while.

He told me everything about here and about her and how I could pretend to be the Fake Y/N, it was weird I admit, but I needed to do it.

...

"Morning" – I said yawning when I entered the kitchen.

Jensen was already drinking his coffee, he just murmured good morning and continued drinking his coffee, he's not a morning person from what I saw.

I got a cup of coffee and sat opposite him at the counter, the silence was comfortable, he was still sleepy and I can't judge why I was too, we stayed up late watching movies and talking, the pizza had long been forgotten and was probably in the fridge.

I needed to start researching even more, and I remembered that on set there were the books I needed, even if they are fake, they can still be of great help, but since we entered a vacation period, there was no way for me to get them.

Maybe, just maybe I could enjoy a little bit of this world, and when we got back to recording, I could start researching.

"Sooo, I'm not going to start looking for a way to go back because I need the books that are on the film set..." – I looked at him hopefully before speaking. "What cool can we do today?"

He looked at me and smiled.

It's getting interesting in my opinion...

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In Time (Part 3 of "In My Sister's Place)

Based on this request: Hello, would you consider a mini sequel to In My Sister’s Place, where she arrives at the surprising Jareth, arriving sooner than he expected. Please and thank you

Here you are, lovely! My apologies for taking so long! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine.*

Part 1, Part 2

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Fluff, AU-ish.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth the Goblin King x fem!reader

Two years. That was how long had passed since you and Jareth had confessed your love for one another. You had chosen to remain in your world until Sarah and Toby were just a little older. Jareth, while upset, understood and agreed to wait for you for a little while longer. You didn't give him an actual timeline, telling him he would know when you were ready.

       Jareth, for his part, visited you as often as possible along with a few goblins. He could never stay too long as the Aboveground made his powers slightly weaker. He was needed in the Underground with his people. Jareth told you he brought them because they begged, but you were sure it was because he wanted you to get used to each other as you soon would be, in his words, their queen. Sometimes, when Jareth was feeling generous, the little goblins would visit on their own. That was how you got the idea to at least try to surprise Jareth. 

During a visit with the goblins and Hoggle, they told you that Jareth was planning a ball to celebrate some milestone or other(you’d forgotten what exactly). That was when you got your idea. You were going to the ball without Jareth knowing. Or at least that’s what you hoped to do. You weren’t sure how you could without using his magic, but you’d decided that it was time to finally join him in his realm. After all two years for you was probably a lifetime for the Goblin King and you knew he missed you as much as you missed him. 

As you prepared yourself for the night to come, memories of your time in the Labyrinth flooded your mind. You still got shivers whenever you thought about how Jareth had held you that day in the ballroom. A hundred years could pass and you probably would never forget it. Luckily, you would soon be in his arms every day.  

The night of the ball, a few of the younger goblins had managed to convince Jareth to let them visit you. When the magic took them back was when you would join them and, hopefully, surprise your love. Your stomach was in knots as you waited. Would Jareth be angry? Or would he welcome you with open arms? You were still unsure about the whole “being destined for a Fae” thing. Shaking off your insecurities, you took the hand of one of the goblins as they began fading from the room. 

When you looked around once more, you were in the castle you’d left behind so long ago with your mask held in your free hand. The goblins motioned for you to put the mask on before leading you to the ballroom. When you entered, you were easily able to spot Jareth. After all, he stood taller than most of the goblins and the few others there. Fae you assumed, did not share his unique personal style. 

As if your presence called to him, Jareth turned his head slightly. His gaze found yours and you swore his entire face lit up. He didn’t even offer an apology as he left his current conversation and made his way over to you. You giggled to yourself when he approached. “Do my eyes deceive me or has my vision truly been blessed tonight, my love?” 

“What was the point of wearing a mask?” you asked out loud. Jareth laughed. “Mask or no, no one can come close to your beauty. You are more radiant than any diamond.” You felt yourself flush at his words. “May I have this dance?” he asked, offering his hand. You took it and let him pull you close. A happy sigh escaped you. 

“I missed you,” you confessed. Jareth held you even closer. “And I you. Have you come to stay?” he asked, his voice full of hope. You smiled at him. “I have. If you still want me to.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “A thousand lifetimes could come and go and I will always wish for you to be by my side, my queen.”

Words faded while you and Jareth circled the floor of the ballroom, his steps confidently leading your not-always-graceful ones. Between dances, Jareth introduced you to the other Fae and some goblins you had not met. You had been worried the others of his kind wouldn’t like you, but they were surprisingly kind to you. All Fae took the meeting of mates very seriously. 

The ball lasted several hours, but despite your sore feet, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt like you were where you belonged. In Jareth’s arms. As the ball began winding down, sleep seeped into your bones. “Tired, precious?” Jareth whispered in your ear as you bid goodnight to the last of the guests. You shook your head as a yawn tried to force its way out of your mouth. 

“You need rest.” You shook your head again and clung to him. “You need not worry, Y/N. I will not go far and we have, after all, all the time in this world and the next to be together.” You didn’t argue and let Jareth lead you from the ballroom to the room you assumed would be yours. When he tried to leave, you gently grabbed his arm. “Stay?” He beamed at you and nodded. “Very well. If it means you will sleep.” He tapped your nose before you walked over to the bed. You didn’t care that you were still in your gown. You just wanted sleep and Jareth. 

Jareth did care, however, knowing that you would not be comfortable. So he helped you find something suitable to wear(turning away when you changed) and changed his own clothes before joining you in the bed. As you snuggled close to him you were happier than you’d ever been.

(a/n: I hope you like it and that it ties up the series in a nice little bow for you!)

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