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charmedreincarnation · 6 months

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Hey, guys! I've been receiving a ton of messages in response to my last post. It's reminding me of how I first discovered shifting. I feel like doing a little story time since Ive just passed the three-year mark of my discovery, and I've been reminiscing with friends about it.

I remember being in a very dark place when I stumbled upon shifting. I was depressed, and very suicidal. Yet, there was this unshakeable optimism inside me that I was meant for an extraordinary life. Despite my mental state, I had a lot of knowledge of subliminals and the law of attraction (-_-). These gave me hope, but they weren't enough tbh. I didn't want to attract my dream life through practicing gratitude or becoming a magnet for my desires or whatever. Nor did I want to have to listen to subliminals for years on end to achieve my goals. My list of desires was so long, and I needed everything to change that going step by step and waiting years for each one to manifest just wasn't feasible.

But I refused to give up. One day, after a particularly hard day of being sad per usual, I searched on Quora for something like "fastest most powerful subliminals on YouTube ever" (Y’all 😭😭). Among the recommended sub creators, I found a video called "Desired Life: Reality Shifting". The description promised everything I had ever wanted: waking up with all your desires fulfilled permanently in short. It piqued my curiosity so much. Could I really just wake up with my dream life, family, house, wealth, all based on my scripts and imagination?

Growing up, I was a heavy maladaptive daydreamer. From ages 10-17, I created alternate lives in my head, telling myself I would go there someday. I was always doing SATs (State Akin to Sleep), and I think that's what kept me from ending it all. I was constantly in the wish fulfilled state, even though I didn't know what that was at the time.

Back to my story, I went into the comments of that video and came across a guy who claimed that after a week of using this subliminal, he woke up with a new life as a multi-millionaire living in his dream penthouse. I messaged him, and he gave me his Instagram which showcased his luxurious life. He had what seemed like a perfect relationship, he was very attractive, had so many cars, and travelled 24/7 while having a six figures amount of followers. He was living proof that this wasn't just scripting. Also the law of attraction community is known for their mad expensive coaching.. like hundreds of dollars per hour for questions and he was answering it all for free something I didn’t see the law of attraction community. And I talked to him for hours! He never got mad, he had proof, and he was kind, proof and the behavior of someone who really had mastered the art of life.

After our conversation, I spent the next couple of months doing research. I found numerous stories about glitches in the matrix, accidental shifting, people entering parallel realities, and eventually, shifting communities on platforms like Amino and Reddit. It was stuff I already believed in and did in my imagination; I just didn’t know there was a term for it.

Then I got reminded of a memory that I had seriously repressed bc it was so fucking weird. When I was 6 and my brother was 3, we were absolutely obsessed with dodo birds. One day, we were outside playing, and on god time seemed to stop. Out of nowhere, a dodo bird appeared. I know you’re probably like “maya be so fr rn you were a kid” but no, This wasn't just our young imaginations running wild - there was a bird that was huge, dinosaur-like, exactly how dodos are described in books and pictures we had.

Then things got weirder. Suddenly it started raining eggs. Big, large eggs everywhere it was so gross and my brother and I were a mess. We were young, sure, but not stupid. We knew this wasn't normal. My brother and I rushed inside to tell our dad. When I managed to drag him outside, he was furious, accusing me of throwing eggs everywhere. To this day, he tells the story of the time I "trashed the backyard with eggs." And every time, I'm like, "Dad, where would I get that many eggs?" We didn’t have eggs but so he assumed I stole them and we went inside for hours and it was magically cleaned. So he also tells the story of how responsible I am and how I took accountability for my actions even as a child. I didn’t clean that shit bro and I tell him that too and he just laughs it makes me so mad.

My brother, who knows I'm into reality shifting (though he doesn’t really believe in it), can't explain that day either. He often shrugs it off as a "glitch in the matrix," which honestly, well no duh it is a shift dummie. He does believe in manifesting but only bc he has seen me use it and he experiences the good things I manifest as well. They’re the same thing anyways but that isn’t the point

The reason I'm bringing up this bizarre childhood memory is because during my months of research into shifting, I found countless stories of accidental shifts, people entering the void, entering parallel universes, time glitches, examples of the Mandela effect first hand, glitches in the matrix and etc. It was like uncovering a myriad of experiences that confirmed what I already believed: we can change and choose our reality. I just didn’t know the phenomena had a name. Obviously in the future I came across other things like the law of assumption, the void state, etc etc but this was where it started.

I wish I had saved all those fascinating stories, posts, and blogs. I might go back and compile everything I found because they were so real and enlightening. It will probably take forever tho if I do choose to do that, but I think it's worth sharing.

In the meantime, check out this accounts of accidental shifts that my friend shared with me this account https://instagram.com/tessicavision?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA== based off the Glitch in the Matrix subreddit which is also a goldmine of people experiencing similar phenomena. It helped me make sense of my own experiences and might do the same for you.

I don’t want this to be too long and I already got to the point I think! but regardless stay curious and realize you’re really not that special. I mean ofc you are, i mean this is not some tumblr thing teens girls discovered or created and isn’t even limited to “spiritually/manifesting inclined people” I think at the beginning of my journey people talking about accidental shifts and such, inspired me more than purposeful success stories because they really have no reason to lie and they were looking for answers just like I was.

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #reality shifting #shiftblr

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kaeddehara · 1 year

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EX BOYFRIENDS — NSFW

kaeya + heizou + cyno

♱ warnings | nsfw content, slight hate sex (kaeya/heizou), jealou sex (cyno), breeding, size kink(kaeya), implied sir/general kink(cyno/kaeya), bondage(heizou) |

♱ notes | kinda lazy posting cause i’m been so busy with work and school; also just sad cause i haven’t seen my boyfriend in 2 weeks ;( |

| KAEYA |

“k-kaeya slow down”,

you struggled out as he roughly continues taking off your clothing. the smell of alcohol distinct on his breath even when he so much as breathed next to you. all of this was wrong, every single aspect about it. but it’s not like either of you cared right? just a quick fuck for both of you right?

“you look just how i remembered you, pretty thing”

he teased while pulling at your hair, causing your back to arch at an almost painful state. not like it mattered though not when the feeling of his girthy cock filling you up over and over again made you overwhelmed with pleasure. kaeya always had such a tender touch even with how rough and often times uncaring it seemed, you could tell he did it out of the feelings he had for you. he noticed you drifted off a bit thinking his pace wasn’t enough for you and graping at your hips with ease. pulling you on his cock and making you take every last inch inside your tight, sensitive pussy.

“god so big…”

“bet you missed it didn’t you sweetheart?”

you could only bite your lip and nod in agreement, letting kaeya manhandle you just how you both like. you couldn’t even think. not when you’re getting pounded by your drunk ex who doesn’t know when to quit. his stamina was unmatched in every way, you couldn’t even imagine how debauched and ruined you’d be after the captain was finished with you.

“slow down sir kaeya”

as if on cue, he slowed. not because you asked but more because of that damn pet name only you would call him in bed.

“don’t call me that”

“come on kae i know you like it”

he huffed at your annoying comments, still making himself at home inside of you. and god it was so easy to do so. all of it he remembered so clearly and if it wasn’t until now, he may have just had to keep imagining you in hopes it would be somewhat adequate to the rest thing. even down to how you smelled, he missed it all. everything. maybe it was the alcohol talking, but a sudden twinge of regret and conflicting feelings mixed each other up inside kaeyas mind.

“just shut up and take it”

after the many rounds kaeya went through with you, you both found each other lying next to one another in his bed. you’d long since pass out from how tiring it all was, mentally and physically. although kaeya was exhausted too, he couldn’t help but continue to think about you. kaeya wishes he could just talk with you just so you could see eye to eye. maybe a talk over some breakfast cooked by him in the morning would do <3.

| HEIZOU |

“you couldn’t even go a couple of months without this huh?”

heizou jeered at you in an attempt to rile you up. he was oh so good at that. making you reach a certain breaking point which how badly he got into your head.

“s-shut up already..”

you weakly replied back, hair messy and face slicked with sweat. he smirked at your response, only tugging your cuffed hands which were placed behind your back towards him. your body lifting up in the process of him pulling you so harshly.

“i even tied you up just how you like and you still wanna tell me to shut up?”

a loud array of whines and protests escaped from your lips as his thick cock continued to roughly pound you over his work desk. such a dirty place to do it and even then, why not let you come in to his office and let him relieve some stress. it’s no surprise you both missed doing this within the privacy of heizous office.

a loud slap could be heard soon after he asked you that question. his hand leaving a red mark on the fat of your ass just to get something out of you. we’re you always this stubborn when you were with him?

“just because we’re not together doesn’t mean you don’t get to listen to me slut”

“you never stop talking…”

your head was dizzy and only filled with thoughts of getting fucked stupid your obnoxious ex. it wasn’t like heizou wanted anything more than just this right?

“ah-fuck that feels so much better than i remembered…”

he groaned in a low tone after cumming deep inside your tight pussy. not even bothering to pull out cause he knows you love getting filled with more cum than you could take. he patted at your side, touching you so gently even after all the things he said and rough treatment he gave your pussy.

“let’s get you to bed, we can talk later alright?”

| CYNO |

the quiet room of his office wasn’t so quiet anymore with the constant sound of hips hitting yours. back laid out on his desk making his papers all messy and join the other items once adjourning his desk on the floor. not that cyno cared though. all the mattered in the moment was you, you, you. cyno couldn’t even make himself look up at your face, not with the shame in his heart what would probably be written all over his face if he did look into your sweet, tear ridden eyes.

“she’s not my new girl, i could never replace you even if i tried”

your face contorted into a shocked one while silence filled the space. cyno was taken aback too by his sudden confession but that didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck you, head piece covering his eyes so neither of you could see the shame written on his face.

“you mean that cy?”

he huffed as small, low growls escaped his throat at the feeling of your warmth engulfing all of the thick, sensitive veins his cock missed.

you both were referring to the conversation you both had after you met cyno outside the academia. seeing him earlier with another woman his age, you didn’t know why it drove you insane other than the fact that she was with cyno and not you.

“just focus on this alright?”

he whined out as he rutted even harder into you as to not allow you to respond to him. faster and faster until he knew you were about to cum. he heard what sounded like a giggle come from your lips. we’re you laughing at him?

“sure thing, general”

cyno clenched his fists at the title. he knew what kind of game you were playing, honeying your words up to tease him after he’d had a long day. almost reminded him of what you used to do when you’re together…didn’t matter though.

he remembers exactly how you sound when you do. taking his hand off your waist, he rubs his thumb gently against your clit to help you out. your hands grip onto his lean arms, nails digging into his pretty tan skin.

“fuck cyno—i’m gonna-!”

you cut yourself off as you came with a sudden rush, your body twitching and spasming around his while he pushed himself in to a hilt. you huffed yourself back down and gained some control back over your body after an orgasm you’d hadn’t felt in weeks. and in that moment, cyno looked at your face. how pretty you looked in the afterglow and how much he missed taking in that look and kissing your lips after.

“didn’t want to cum inside cyno?”

you asked, disappointingly. cyno snapped back to the reality before sighing at your question and looking down at where you both were connected. noticing the thick, creamy halo around the bottom of his cock.

“i wouldn’t want myself getting addicted to that feeling again”

#kaeddehara #genshin smut #kaeya smut #heizou smut #cyno smut #kaeyas milkies #heizou shikanoin x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #genshin men #genshin imagines #rumi : masterlist 🌀#☕️#🗡

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normal-internet-user · 11 months

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-ONE LAST KISS-

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Summary: You can't help but think about the last kiss you shared with Luke before he revealed himself as a traitor.

Warnings: Angst; Reader feels guilty;

Requested: Nah

GN Reader!

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The walls of your cabin seemed to swirl around you as silent tears streamed down your face.

You had tossed and turned for hours, but sleep just seemed to evade you. Always just out of reach no matter how tired you were.

As quietly as you could, you climbed from your bunk, not bothering to put on shoes as you slipped silently out of your cabin.

Your brain seemed to be om auto-pilot as your feet carried you to the edge of the forest. Sitting at the base of an old oak tree you and Luke often used to find yourselves at.

You leaned back against the large tree, the space next to you feeling all too empty as it had since Luke had left you behind.

It hurt. Him leaving.

He hadn't even bothered to properly say good-bye, an action that left you wondering if he's even cared about like you cared for him.

A stupid thought. You know he loves you. But doubt clouded your mind everytime you thought about it.

The Luke you fell in love with seemed to be lost to you when you last saw him. It was like a completely different person had stolen the body of your love, and was simply taking claim of his face and name.

His usually bright blue eyes were dull, and cold. As though they'd frozen over.

He'd hardly looked at you.

Barely acknowledged you were there.

You choked back a small sob, burying your face in your hands. You were mentally scolding yourself for not noticing his shift. The small things that should have clued you in as to what was happening.

Against your wishes your mind flashed back to the last kiss you'd shared. How different it felt compared to all the others.

You hadn't payed it much thought at the time, but now, looking back, you couldn't help but notice how emotional he seemed then.

Like he was never going to be able to kiss you again.

His hesitant breath against your lips as he pulled away. The way his touch lingered on your cheeks a little longer than usual.

You hadn't noticed.

You simply pressed two quick kisses to his face, one to his jawline, the other on his scar. Then you smiled and left him to go teach archery.

Maybe, if you had noticed his tension, the hesitance to let you go, you could have prevented all of this.

You knew realisticly you weren't to blame. Kronos had been poisoning Luke's mind for months, but even then you hadn't noticed.

Certainly there were things you had. You had tried to get him to confide in you about his stresses, but he'd refused. When you got more pushy with it, he began distancing himself.

You stopped asking, not wanting to push him to much, and he seemed to relax, so you let it go. After that, it seemed like everything was fine again.

The two of you would stay up passed curfew, go for walks through the strawberries like you always had.

Then he left.

He left camp, and he left you.

You sent a silent prayer to whatever god was listening, begging for a moment of peace. For just one minute without your brain screaming at you.

You were of course met with nothing but your tear stained face, and the silence of the camp around you.

"Just one." You thought to yourself, "I would have been happy with just one last kiss."

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And here it is! My first ever fic for the pjo/hoo/toa fandom! I had the biggest crush on Luke when I first read the books, so I thought he was a good pick.

And I am taking request atm so shoot me an ask if you have an idea!<3

#normie writes #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #pjo x reader #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo luke #gn reader #x reader #angst

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auspicioustidings · 2 months

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Ae Fond Kiss - Part 2

Love in the Guise of Friendship

Summary: 6 months pass and you learn to deal with your grief with help from an unexpected source. Words: 3.2k TWs: allusions to suicidal thoughts

Parts: 1 2 3

13 days after the world ended

“Please take him.”

You were a terrible mother. You couldn’t even hold your own son. You hoped as Joseph cried and Kyle took him and tried to soothe him that someone would come and take the baby away from you. You didn’t deserve to have something so precious when every time you held him you wanted to throw up. A few times you had, putting him down quickly and diving for the toilet. Head leant on the toilet seat, sweaty hair sticking to it and looking at the little thing on the hard tiled floor whose eyes belonged to a spectre, you sometimes wished you would do the right thing and just die already so someone better could take him.

Kyle had stayed in your flat since the world ended. Johnny’s mother had wanted to and it was a small mercy that she hadn’t pushed. The idea of her being there made you want to lay down and let the earth swallow you up. You hadn’t seen Price although the groceries that arrived every few days had his name next to the order. Nothing at all from Ghost. You wondered if he found you disgusting. Sometimes it felt like he could see right to the heart of you. Sometimes it felt like he had seen the ugliness when your baby had died, and then he had seen it when your husband had died, and now he knew that you were wretched and unfit for love. You half expected him to show up in the night to take Joseph away.

“Come on little man, can’t be giving your mum such a hard time. If this is what you’re like now you’ll drive her right mental when you start teething.”

Fuck. The sob that came out of you was a broken and pathetic thing. It was just that Johnny had said something similar when you had first taken Joseph home. As it did at least five times a day, the grief smothered you so entirely that Kyle had to steer you into the nest of blankets and pillows you had built yourself on the couch. He was staying in the bedroom with Joseph right now. You couldn’t go in there yet. You didn’t know when you would be able to.

“It’s ok, we’ll try again tomorrow yeah?”

You managed a limp nod as you burrowed into the bedding that had stopped smelling like cosiness among a winter pine forest a week ago. You would try again tomorrow.

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23 days after the world ended

“She can’t be on her own.”

Simon had hoped that you’d be at least a little better by now. You’d never be ok, he more than anyone understood that, but you would learn to live again. You hadn’t seen him since that horrible night. The 141 never officially attended the family funeral, they had taken a portion of the ashes and held their own memorial for their fallen brother. But Ghost had seen you, had been there in the shadows keeping watch.

He had near threatened to quit if Gaz wasn’t given leave to stay with you. He had asked him to, although he suspected he might have done it anyway. You needed someone and after seeing how you had paled speaking with Johnny’s family he had made arrangements. Mrs MacTavish hadn’t been happy to stay away, but he was blunt when he told her that despite her best intentions, being around Johnny’s family would break you right now. He was steadfast in his belief that there was still enough of you left to break.

“Garrick…”

“Don’t Garrick me Lieutenant. You… you’re better at this kind of thing than I am. Stop being a prat and get over here, she needs you right now.”

“We don’t even like each other.”

“You don’t have to. You understand each other, that’s enough.”

He knew that Gaz was right. If anyone understood this sort of all encompassing grief, it was going to be him. He had already pulled you back from it once before. But it was different this time. This time his own grief was choking him and if he added it to yours he was scared it would kill you both.

It was selfishness that had kept him away this long. Gaz was grieving too and he had been left with the responsibility of keeping your head above the water in the sea you had made of your sorrow. He had stayed by your side even when his own support system was waiting for him in his London flat. He had met Gaz’s partner a few times, he knew they would be there to soothe him like he needed. But because Ghost was a fucking coward, instead his Seargent (the one he hadn’t let fucking die in his arms) was with you. Only now the cracks were starting to show and Gaz needed to be home before he splintered entirely under the weight of it all.

“Ghost?”

“Ok. I’ll be round tomorrow.”

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30 days after the world ended

“You have got to be kidding.”

There was no way that the big scary man in the balaclava, that you still hadn’t seen him without despite your best efforts, was this hopeless at cooking.

“S’too fucking long! Or your pot isn’t big enough!”

Oh God he sounded so unlike himself right then. Gone was the gruff, smug bastard and in his place was, dare you say, someone embarrassed. And he damn well should be in honesty. What grown man couldn’t even make spaghetti? All the pasta noodles had a section of scorching from where they had been left laying against the edge of the pot. There was a startling sound in the air, one you had forgotten existed. His eyes were wide as it carried through the room. It took you a moment to parse the sound. It was coming from you. You were laughing.

His wide eyed surprise quickly giving way to a glare over the fact that you would dare laugh at his expense only made you laugh harder, clutching at your stomach with one arm and wiping frantically at your watering eyes with the other.

“Big scary skull man defeated by Italian food!” you wheezed, your entire body clinging to the feeling of giddy lightness at this moment. “Is that why you wear it? Hiding the mortification from being outdone by” you paused to read the packet and the ridiculousness of it only made you laugh hard enough to be snorting like a pig, “Fedelini number 10!”

Ghost nearly ripped off his balaclava right there and then to prove he was not in fact mortified which would have been a disaster considering his logical brain was certain his cheeks and ears were burning red, but little Joseph rescued him from the further humiliation when he gave a happy gurgle from his high chair that had you scooping him up. You were laughing and cooing at him as you showed him the burnt pasta, telling him about the big scary skull man who was hiding his face for fear of reprisal from every Italian on the planet.

It was the first time you had held him without those storm clouds in your eyes and that awful rigidity from all the tension swimming through you. He was struck terrified for a moment that he would fuck up and this fragile happiness would shatter, but when you turned to him, making fun of him through the baby, his mouth was moving before he could overthink it.

“Your ma’s a brat Joe. She forgets that I saw her attempt at a birthday cake.”

“It was avant garde! And it was still delicious!” you said with a gasp of outrage that he would dare to bring up the great birthday cake disaster of 2021.

“You know he only told you that to spare your feelings, right princess?”

You pressed Joseph to your chest with a hand to his ear, feigning blocking him from hearing such slander.

“This is why the universe messed up your hearing J, to protect you from all these lies coming from casper over here.”

The pasta was thrown out and you ordered in (Italian of course). Now that you could hold Joseph without your gut roiling you found you didn’t want to stop, but you still paused at the bedroom door and passed him off to Ghost instead. He didn’t push it, not tonight, not after you had laughed and held Joe and not drowned at the mention of something Johnny had said. Soon though. He was getting you back into a proper bed soon.

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2 months after the world ended

Price was staying out of it although taking great amusement in watching it happen (even if his heart felt like it was in a woodchipper watching the biggest two casualties of his war). Joseph in his arms was happy to tug at his beard and not too concerned about the fight happening.

You were like a fucking feral cat is what Ghost thought as you kicked your legs and battered your fists against his back. He didn’t really think about it when he laid a spank on your ass causing an indignant squawk from you. Maybe if either of you were willing to see one another as anything but enemies it might have caused an entirely different reaction.

“You put me down you fucking animal!”

“Language princess, little ears listening.”

Oh he thought he was hilarious clearly since you both knew Price had turned off Joe’s hearing aid the minute this started kicking off. You thought otherwise. Stupid bonehead didn’t have a funny bone in his body. Prick.

“I’m not bloody sleeping there!”

“Yes you bloody are!”

He had coaxed you into the bedroom over the last few weeks, but despite his efforts you still wouldn’t sleep in the bed and he had completely run out of patience. Compassion had been fully overruled by annoyance. You were an absolute pain in his arse and it was driving him crazy that you would be so stubborn about this.

Plus he was starting to get antsy about sleeping on the bedroom floor. Since you were on the couch he couldn’t take that, and even though the bed smelled faintly of Gaz which would have been fine, the first time he had laid down in it the bottom pillow still held a whisper of whiskey in front of a fireplace, frosted pine trees perfuming through a window. So he had slept on the floor and not told you. Then he had just sort of kept doing it.

“Jesus fuck woman!” he hissed when your nails dragged up his back as he crossed the threshold to the bedroom.

“Should’ve wore your fucking kevlar if you were intending on getting into a fight with me. I’m going to rip you apart casper.”

He laughed as he grabbed your hips and up ended you over his shoulder and onto the bed, an offt coming from you as you bounced. You hadn’t been on this bed since the world ended. The thought of it would floor you. It had taken a monumental effort to even be in the room. Ghost had only convinced you with the fact that Joe slept better with the crib in the bedroom and needed his mum to put him down for naps and sleeps.

Only now all the panic you usually felt in this room, all the horror of the idea of being in this bed, was crushed under the weight of your fury at this idiot’s smug eyes looking down at you. Not on your life would you let him win a fight. Just because he was a lumbering giant with bad taste in masks did not mean he could take you on. So instead of hyperventilating and crawling off the bed to curl up on the floor and cry, you lunged to throttle him.

When the growling and yelling stopped a minute or so later Price peeked into the room to make sure you hadn’t actually killed one another to find both of you in the bed, your back to Simon’s chest with his legs pinning yours and his arms holding you lightly in a sleeper hold. Not enough to significantly cut off your oxygen, but enough to immobilise you and have you silently simmering with rage at being caught.

There were red lines down Simon’s arms, claw marks. Your hair was a mess, mussed and wrecked from what must have been a savage wrestling match. Was that…? Price laughed as he bounced Joseph.

“Better hope she isn’t rabid Simon.”

“He started it” you grumbled, maybe a little chagrined now faced with the reality of Captain John Price seeing teeth marks on his soldier’s forearm.

Joseph perked up and chubby little hands flailed as he reached toward you. Price sat down on the edge of the bed to hand the little bundle of trouble over into your arms, Ghost’s hold loosening as his legs released yours and his arms dropped, hands finding a comfortable position lightly resting on your hips.

Neither of you put any conscious thought into the position, you sat between his legs, almost leant back on his chest with the baby cooing happily in your arms as Ghost waggled his eyebrows over your shoulder. You were both content to just lay all your attention on the most perfect baby to have ever existed and his beautiful eyes.

The woodchipper whirred violently.

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4 months after the world ended

You didn’t know what was more startling about the fact that Ghost had just burst into the bathroom with Joseph in his arms, the fact that you were naked in the bath or the fact that you could see Simon Riley.

He sort of lived with you now, neither of you willing to be the first to voice that you were doing a lot better these days and probably didn’t need someone living in to make sure you didn’t go off the deep end. You thought Kyle was going to say something about it last time he visited, but he seemed to think better of it and kept quiet.

But in all that time you had never seen him without his mask. You had caught glimpses of a strong jawline when he ate, seen clear eyes when he stopped putting eye black on them a few weeks back. Strangely after wanting to trick him into letting you see him, you had ignored the chance of it a week ago. He had been leaning over the crib and you caught a glimpse of skin that told you he had his balaclava off. Only you didn’t walk in. You don’t know why you didn’t. Instead you quietly left the room again and stood by the wall outside, covering your mouth to smother an unexpected sob when you heard the soft sound of a lullaby being sung.

He was a wild and twisted sort of handsome (not that he hadn’t told you several times he was good looking, for such a large and intimidating man he was actually a bit of an arrogant, smug tosser once you got to know him). The scars didn’t really make you flinch, you were married to Johnny after all and while his face wasn’t too badly marked up outside of a few knicks and small lines he had plenty of gnarled scar tissue around his body. You had been married to him. His face hadn’t been too badly marked.

“Ok, hang on, let’s do it again for mum Joe.”

Simon looked almost crazed as he stuck his tongue out at your son, seemingly not bothered in the slightest that you were still very much completely naked in the bath. You would have screamed at him to get out, only as he started screwing up his nose and crossing his eyes J laughed and any concern about your state of dress or his rude interruption died in your throat.

“Oh… oh my God! Fuck wait where’s my phone! Can you do it again J? Is Simon’s face funny?” you cooed, nearly sliding and cracking your head open as you rushed to your feet and lunged out of the tub to get your phone from the counter so you could make sure you had video evidence of this moment forever.

Both an unmasked Simon and a dripping wet and naked you cooed and made silly faces and laughed along for the next 10 minutes before Joseph decided he was well and truly tuckered out from practising his new talent and conked out on Simon’s shoulder.

Only without the excitement of baby’s first laugh did you both realise the situation and blink in shock at one another. Simon’s eyes flickered briefly over you, and absolutely ass that he was he bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“Nice piercing.”

Your face blazed red. Simon Riley had no business knowing that you had a barbell through the hood of your clit.

“Cute scars.”

Simon found the tips of his ears warming. You had no business knowing that he had a variety of scars on his face.

As if the spell keeping you both frozen in place broke, you snatched a towel and turned to wrap yourself in it while he turned his back so you couldn’t see his face. Both stood in the bathroom, backs to one another, there was an awkward beat of hesitation with neither of you knowing how to diffuse this situation.

“I’ll… put him down. I’ll put him down.”

“Yes. Yeah. I’ll just… get dressed.”

“Right.”

You were both very careful to not bring it up again, even when Simon never wore the balaclava around the house after that.

–

6 months after the world ended

It was love in the guise of friendship. Neither of you were stupid enough to acknowledge it.

–

2 hours after the fuck up of the century

“Permission to speak freely Captain.”

“Granted.”

“I fucking told ye so. Simmons has always been a shitebag, and now he’s fucked us.”

“...I won’t make you stay.”

“Aye, but we both know if I pull out of this now the world gets dirty.”

The despair settled into Price’s bones. John MacTavish should be on his way to exfil right now, but instead was on the other end of a burner phone as Price sat in the helo that wouldn’t be taking his Sergeant home as planned.

He hated this. He hated holding little Joseph MacTavish knowing that Soap was missing it. He hated looking at you and seeing the way your eyes sometimes glazed, mind drifting to your apparently dead husband. He hated looking at Simon and seeing a man slowly falling in love and drowning in guilt about it.

But he had to get dirty to keep the world clean.

So they changed the plan. Simmons had well and truly fucked it and now they needed to be in it for the long haul. John MacTavish would stay a dead man. Vladimir Makarov would be given no reason to suspect that his double agent was a triple agent, which meant a comms blackout until Soap was certain beyond doubt that it was time to pull the trigger. Nobody but him, Price and Laswell would ever know.

There was one thing asked of Price and he swore to it. He would do anything in his power to make sure you and Joseph were happy and looked after. He didn’t dare comment when after a moment, Soap added Simon Riley to that small list.

#mhairiwrites #cod #fanfic #soap x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader

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factual-fantasy · 3 months

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28 asks! :DD Thank you as always!! 💖💖

@astaherussy

My FNAF AU has been sorted out. In the sense that the timeline has been re-written enough that I can go back to drawing it..

Now the next comic in the AU is a re-write/re-draw of my old FNAF comic, Moon Malfunction. A few months ago though there were several time sensitive projects that came up and I needed to shelf Moon Malfunction 2.0 until they were done. Well now they're all done.. but Moon Malfunction is gonna take me some time to get around to..

For the past few months I've been in a really bad spot mentally and physically. And taking on my FNAF Recap/Repair project is just not something I feel I have the mental energy to do at the moment.. All it feels like is a one big pile of work. And all I wanna do I just draw what ever comes easily to me and focus on recovering..

Soooo for the time being,, my main FNAF AU might not see any updates for a bit.. Though I haven't forgotten about it and I do want to get back to it at some point soon. But for now I want to cut any work out of my relaxing/drawing time and just draw what ever I want. Which atm is pirate cookies-- <XDD

They're also great for grabbing something across the room while I stay in bed 😎😎

Why haven't I drawn anything like that yet- what--

I might just have to at some point! :00

@ardent-38

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THATS SO SWEET!! BUT ALSO LSKNAKJ XDDD

I never thought of it like that! Anyone who gets into the game through my characters is like a lactose intolerant person recommending an ice-cream joint- and they're very persuasive! XDD

But fr, thank you! And hey, even if my characters aren't in the game, they'll always be here on Tumblr waiting for you XDD

Actually, I wasn't! :00 I haven't seen that episode of the Cuphead show. But I'm assuming its about Cala Maria and Captain Brineybeard, yes? If so I can easily see the relation XD

(Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU!! The comic was different than what I'm used to. But it was a nice change of pace. I'm glad you liked it! :}}}

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

FRRRRRR THO He's been holding that glow back for a while. Trying not to send the wrong messages to Blue and potentially damage their friendship 💔💔

XDDD ITS OK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD 💖💖✨

@mod-bubamon

I have! In this post you can see 3 of them floating behind Melvin! (The anthro donkey)

And in this post, you can see Melvin holding one while it passes away... :((((( Sad day for sure.

Well? What did she taste like? XDD

Oh wait you're dead my bad-

Unfortunately I cant think of any songs that would match each crew members theme.. Rn all my brain can think about is this 👇

youtube

@nunyabusiness459 (Comic in question)

🥰🥰THANK YOU!! :DDD

What is primordial dough? :0

@2006-stupid-thatsme

Thank you! :DD Though unfortunately my fwernnd, I am known for being very bad at explaining how I do art things. :(

If I tried to explain my thought/design process it would just be a lot of word spaghetti that boils down to "uhhh... I just drew it.,. aandd if it dont look good.. draw it differently.. until it looks good-"

My advice would be to look on YouTube for character design tutorials or ask some other artists that have artwork similar to mine and see if they can help. :( Again, so sorry! I wish I could articulate my thoughts better 💔💔

@beryl-shade

This actually makes me think- Google says that if you add too much sugar to a cookie they become brittle.

Huh,, makes me think. If one of the cookies was baked with too much sugar.. they'd break real easy.. hmm.. 👀👀

@whereismycupofcoffee

@artistiemi

Thank you so much!! :DD I wish the same for you!! ✨💖✨

@sunnys-bloog

I've thought about drawing them! :0 And I thiiink I drew Franny one time..? The Blue one. Although I don't think I'll be able to find the sketch unfortunately-

NOT THE GUMDROP BUTTONS!!

tbh though I think they'd see him as just a normal guy! :0 Right..?

@beryl-shade

I'm not sure.. considering what I know about the games.. I thiiink they'd be horrified?? <XDD If they understand that they're made of dough, it'd be the equivalent of a human walking into a giant meat factory where they chop up meat and make weird false humans..

Okay yeah, they'd be horrified for sure XDDD

@wdillustration

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}

@neo-metalscottic (Cookie run post in question)

AAAAA thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it!! :DD As for the power, I think you're right about it being a rare occasion. And the idea of her gaining better control over it over time? While her love grows as well?? Perfection. But man I'm also tempted to make it so she can change when ever she wants. :( I really like drawing her and Seafoam together like that.. 🥺

As for the Colossal squid episode,, I'd have to go back and re-watch it to decide if I'll keep it for my AU or not..

But thinking about all the stuff you described about a violent altercation and nightmares?? 👀👀 Its giving me ideas! XDD

Now if the crew did face a violent altercation like that, I imagine their #1 goal would to protect the Octopod. That's their home man! They would probably do what ever they could to get the octopod away from the situation. Like the Captain manually piloting it and some of the crew being sent out in gups to distract the squid. Stuff like that :0

@luna-purple454

AAA IT WAS ON THE 10TH BUT THANK YOU!! XDD :DD

@khoiazo

It was on the 10th actually- and hey thanks! Seam could probably use the calories <XD

@unpopularartist14 (referencing this ask post)

<XD oh boy, what a stark contrast between the sides--

@shaziztrazh

I didn't have them in mind while designing them,, though maybe I took some subconscious inspiration? I see the similarities! :0

#my response #fnaf security breach #octonauts #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #welcome home #Youtube

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tilebytiles · 3 months

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Star Treatment (Alex Turner x Reader) - Part 5

summary: there’s a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

Your time on the moon was almost over.

With the close of your galactic journey came a bittersweet feeling; you’d had a lot of fun at the hotel. Although you neglected the casino aspect (you’d never been much of a gambler and didn’t intend to start), you took multiple dips in the pool, perused the library countless times, and even ventured into the gym once or twice. The fitness jungle was intimidating, so you only really used the treadmill, but it was still something. You’d gotten to talk to Alexa and Miles a lot more, and they both agreed to keep in touch with you once you were all back on Earth.

The person you’d miss the most, though, was Alex.

You hadn’t seen much of him over the last few days, despite your stay being extended; James had been sent back to Earth prematurely, and a round trip for the rocket was at least six days, so you were more or less stuck up there until further notice. Although Alex’s glances towards you had become more tender, his touches more like caresses, his words spoken in a soft tone he didn’t use with anyone else, you hadn’t spoken much to each other since your impromptu sleepover. You were hesitant to ask him about it; you yearned for his attention, but you also understood how it might look if he was suddenly doting on you every hour of every day. You’d be proving James right, more or less. You would rather step out the airlock than do that.

You also knew talking to each other once you got back home wouldn’t really be an option; he told you once that he’d open the hotel to the public within the next month, meaning his attention would be entirely consumed by his project. You would return to your regular job, and he would remain an unfinished canvas, a story never to be completed. Would he even come to the café anymore? Would he want anything to do with you?

"What's got you all worked up?" You jumped at the sound of Miles' voice and whipped around. He was leaning against the doorway of your room, his arms crossed over his chest and his left eyebrow cocked up.

Your own eyebrow rose at his question. "I'm not worked up. I'm just standing here."

"You get worked up in your own ways," he said with a shrug. "You tend to zone out. In this case, I've been here for nearly three minutes trying to get your attention, and you've just been starin' at the clothes you've got on the bed."

You cringed at the mental image his words painted in your head. "Sorry. I'm just thinking."

"About what?" When you didn't answer and instead looked back down at the clothes- the tee, joggers and socks you hadn't worked up the courage to give back to Alex yet- realisation seemed to hit Miles like a truck. "Oh. About Al?"

Miles was the only one that had approached you directly about whether or not there was anything between you and Alex. Alexa had taken a more subtle approach, nudging you with her elbow and winking whenever Alex smiled at you in passing, but Miles had been much more direct, his curiosity regarding your relationship coming in the form of an abrupt "Are you shaggin' him?" over lunch one day. You told him no repeatedly, probably so much so that it could be read as yes. You didn't dare allude to what had really happened between the two of you, but you were honest with him in admitting there was something there. Something you both felt.

"Why don't you just talk to him?" His words dragged you back to the present.

You sighed. "I wish it was that easy," you mumbled. "But what am I supposed to say? For all I know, I might just be some fling of his."

Miles barked out a laugh at that. "You're kiddin', right? He's bloody obsessed with you."

"He could just be playing it up."

"Y/N," he said, his voice taking on a much more serious tone, "if Alex was fuckin' around with you this whole time, I would seriously harm him. That's a major 'if', though. I've never known him to be that kind of person, and neither has Alexa. He isn't the type to toy with someone else's feelings."

A voice rang out from somewhere down the hall. "Hey, Miles, have you seen my camera?" It was Alexa.

Miles sighed and offered you one final sympathetic glance. "I mean it," he said softly. "Right now, I doubt you're the last person he'd think of leavin' behind." And with that, he left your room, shouting down the hall about how he hadn't seen Alexa's "bloody fuckin' camera".

You looked back down on the clothes you'd neatly laid out on top of the bed. You'd been planning to give them back that day, actually, but every time you finally worked up the courage to do it, you quickly convinced yourself it would be a bad idea. You hated how insecure you suddenly felt; you were positive that even if Alex was obsessed with you, someone better would come along. Someone more deserving of his obsession and unwavering affection. The more desperate side of you wanted to believe Miles, but the more rational side of you knew that whatever existed between you and Alex right now would be gone as soon as you set foot back on Earth and returned to your routine lives.

Your time on the moon was almost over, and you hated it.

•••••

Miles had delivered the clothes in your stead. Now that they were finally out of sight, out of mind, you found yourself laying face-up in the pool, staring at the vast expanse of stars above you. The water was cold, uncomfortably so, but you didn't care; you just needed to think. You needed something else to focus on, something that wasn't the man with the heavenly Northern accent and the well-kept goatee and the shoulder-length hair that was always an elegant mess and the crisp suits and the smile that could charm God. You felt a little pathetic, if you were being honest with yourself- this time, you didn't do that as reluctantly. Maybe self-degradation came to you a little too naturally. Technically, you'd known Alex for months, but it was mostly his existence you knew of, not who he really was. Well, that and his favourite kind of coffee. Still, that didn't really tell you much about the kind of person he was. Knowing he liked his coffee burning hot didn't tell you his favourite colour or favourite food. Knowing his surprising disdain for pumpkin spice lattes didn't tell you his favourite book or his hobbies. Knowing the only pastry in the display case that he ever ordered (on the rare occasion he did order something besides coffee) was the pain au chocolat didn't tell you his middle name, his hometown, his favourite music, his dreams as a child, the things he was nitpicky about, his favourite animal, his greatest fear, how he wanted his body to be dealt with when he died, or whether or not he'd seen Blade Runner.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't imagined his response to all of those things before. You guessed his favourite colour might have been something like orange or yellow. His favourite food was something savoury, no doubt; he never struck you as the type to have much of a sweet tooth. His favourite book was definitely one of the classics. His hobbies had to be reading (that was an easy one), perhaps writing, maybe even playing an instrument. His middle name was something prim and proper, his hometown was somewhere like Newcastle, his favourite music was the oldies, his dreams as a child were to be an astronaut in space, he was nitpicky about his appearance and having everything in perfect order, his favourite animal was something predictable like a dog, his greatest fear was being forgotten, he wanted to be cremated upon death, and he had most certainly seen Blade Runner and would consider it criminal for anyone else not to have. Those were all just guesses, though, and you knew some of them were probably painfully inaccurate. But you didn't think you would ever get the answers.

Somewhere nearby, you heard a door open and then close, and for a brief moment, it dragged you out of the monotonous trance you'd placed yourself in. You quickly slipped back into your lull, though, continuing to stargaze and letting the water around you prick at your skin, giving you goosebumps. You didn't notice the door to the changing room shut, nor did you notice the small splash that accompanied the unidentified individual lowering themselves into the water. You were beginning to think you were perfectly content with staying in that pool forever when the water around you began to rock and bob, bouncing you with it. A figure came into your periphery, and the small glimpse you got made you turn your head, water instantly flooding into your right ear. Alex was wading beside you, casting small ripples into the pool water as he stroked his arms across the surface, keeping himself afloat. You slowly turned your head back to its previous position, feeling the water dribble out of your ear as you continued stargazing.

He was the first to speak, and you hated how your heart lurched at the sound of his voice, as if it would burst from your chest and wait for him to take it. "You've been avoiding me."

His voice remained neutral, but the underlying hurt in his words was glaringly obvious. "I wasn't trying to," you said quietly. "There just haven't been chances for us to talk."

"That's bullshit, Y/N, and you know it."

You shifted and struggled in the water for just a moment before assuming the same wading position he was in. For a few seconds, ones that suddenly felt uncomfortably long, all you could do was stare at him. His expression was neutral, too, but his eyes betrayed his emotions. They always had. You were reminded of the quote about the eye being the window to the soul. "I'm sorry," you finally said.

He let out a small scoff and looked down at the water between you. "At least tell me why."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll think it's stupid."

"What's stupid is thinking I'll think it's stupid." His gaze darted back up to meet yours, and you could tell he was having a difficult time keeping himself contained. You were reminded of the look of anger he'd had the night of the party, and how horribly it contrasted with his features. You didn't think he was built to be angry, and you hated the thought you were making him feel anything close to that.

You sighed and tilted your head back to look up at the stars again. Not looking him directly in the eye made it easier to confess what had been weighing you down so much recently. "I'm scared you'll forget me, Alex."

Silence followed, then, "What?"

"You're going to get famous because of this hotel. You have to know that. You won't have time for me anymore, which is fine because I'm just the girl that made your coffee, anyway. Even if you did have time, there's a chance some other girl will come along that's way better than me in every aspect. She'll be prettier, nicer, more successful, more important. I won't even be jealous of her, because I'll know she'll be far more deserving of you attention than I am. You'll fall in love with her and forget about me and I'll force myself to move on and maybe, eventually, I'll fall in love with someone else, too."

More silence punctuated your words, but this time, Alex didn't fill it with objections or utterances of confusion. Although you were staring up into space, from the very bottom of your line of sight, you could tell he was still staring at you. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, as if he was struggling to think of exactly what to say. You didn't blame him; how could you? You'd just dumped an absolute boatload on him.

It felt like an eternity had passed before he tried to form an answer for you. “I could never forget you, even if I wanted to.”

Slowly, your head lowered again, and you stared at him, unsure of what to say in response. Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. You looked off to the side, then at the edge of the pool behind him, then back at him. “Why?”

He sighed and ran a wet hand through his hair. “The first time I saw you,” he began slowly, “I was ready to worship the ground you stood on. You might think yourself to be plain, Y/N, but in less than a few weeks, you became my whole world, only leaving enough space for …” He gestured around the two of you, his eyes widening a bit, much as they always did when he wanted to emphasise something.

Your brows knitted together at his confession. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I was well aware I’d sound mental,” he said bluntly, dropping his arms back into the water with a small splash. “Because I knew you’d think I was a creep. I was obsessed, and I felt guilty for that, even if I wasn’t tryin’ to stalk you or anything.”

You considered his words. Although you wanted to deny it to make him feel better, you knew he was right; you probably would’ve told your manager if one of the customers tried to confess his undying love to you. “But …” You trailed off, trying to think of what to say next. Your gaze dropped to the water again. “Who’s to say you still feel that way, now that you know me?”

He let out a short laugh. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. You’re quite stubborn, aren’t you?” When you didn’t respond, he continued. “When I told you how I felt the night of the party, I meant it,” he said quietly. “I wasn’t lying to you or trying to comfort you. I’ve always had feelings for you, and as far as I’m concerned, I always will. Nothing will change that.”

You didn’t say anything and looked away a little shamefully. You felt a bit silly for being so doubtful up to this point; it was clear Alex liked you, a lot. He called it an obsession, but you didn’t know if it really was as dramatic as he was making it out to be or if he was so inexperienced that having feelings for anyone qualified as being madly in love. Then again, he’d never struck you as the inexperienced type … quite the opposite, really, especially when you considered the ease with which he’d eaten you out.

Alex seemed to pick up on your remorse. He let out another sigh before saying, “Let’s get out of here, yeah? I don’t know about you, but I’m fuckin’ freezing.”

The two of you clambered out of the pool, heading into one of the changing rooms to dry off as best you could and wrapping yourselves up in robes. You’d have to shower later, you thought to yourself. You wondered if you could shower with Alex, and the mere thought tinted your cheeks a light shade of pink. Although you didn’t vocalise any of your thoughts, he seemed to be thinking the same thing as you, for he entwined his hand with yours and said, “Shall we go to my room?” All you could do was nod.

Inside his room, things were the same as they’d been the last time you were in there. You followed him into the bathroom, watching as he gently shut and locked the door before turning to face you. He offered you a small smile, a gesture that made you feel comfortable enough to shed your robe and strip out of your bikini. He followed suit, letting his robe and his swim trunks hit the floor in a circle of damp fabric around him. You refused to let your gaze wander to any part of his body that wasn’t his face, and at the sheer effort that seemed to take on your part, he couldn’t help but laugh.

One of the things that scared you the most about taking a shower with another person was the possibilities. As Alex turned on the water and tested it a couple of times, making sure it was warm enough before stepping inside with you following suit, your mind immediately jumped to the possibility of Alex rearranging your insides against the shower wall. Did that idea come into your head a bit too eagerly? Yes. Were you embarrassed by it? 100%. Would you ever tell Alex you had that idea? Fuck no. Were you a little scared of it happening because Alex was the only man that had ever touched you and you weren’t even sure if you’d like having sex? Absolutely.

To your surprise (and perhaps relief), though, nothing of the sort happened. Alex let you shampoo his hair first, letting out small sounds of contentment as you massaged his scalp. You worked slowly, not wanting this moment between the two of you to end anytime soon. Once his hair was adequately shampooed, he washed the suds out of his hair, then grabbed the bottle off the shelf and squeezed some into his hand. He snapped it shut on his wrist, set it back down, then began massaging the apple-scented shampoo into your own hair. You didn’t have to lean down like he did, considering you were shorter than him and he could access your scalp much easier than you could his.

You two had been in a rather comfortable silence, and he was the first to break it, although not jarringly so. “D’you like cookies?”

A small laugh erupted from you. “Who doesn’t?”

“Fair point,” he mumbled. “I was just askin’ because the café made too many yesterday, and I was gonna steal some for you.”

“Well, what kind are they?”

“Chocolate chip. Close your eyes.” Alex seized the shower head, and you quickly did as you were told, feeling the water and shampoo rush down against your head. Every so often, the water would hit your hairline, and it tickled. As he worked, he continued talking, although the torrent made it a bit harder to hear him. “I might steal a dozen, then we can split ‘em.”

When he finally pulled the shower head away from you, you reached up to dry your eyes. “Bold of you to assume I would share.”

“Ah, well …” He looked off to the side, then back down at you, his hands settling on his hips. “You’re talking to the hotel owner, so I don’t think you have much of a choice.”

“It’s a bit cruel of you to use your position against me.”

He merely hummed in response, unable to hide the smile your words generated, and grabbed the bottle of conditioner.

The rest of the shower went smoothly, and you were a little sad when it ended. It was, arguably, the most intimate you’d ever gotten with him. You two had helped each other wash, and gradually, you became less shy about touching each other. It made you realise something; you’d been viewing this kind of physical contact as sexual for an embarrassingly long time, but now that it was happening, it wasn’t sexual at all. You regretted the lewd circumstances your mind had tried to frame a shared shower in.

You’d gotten dressed following your shower, and now you found yourself back in Alex’s bed. This time, he was laying with his cheek pressed against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat. On occasion, his fingers would begin to tap out the rhythm against your sides, although they’d stop a few seconds later. Your own fingers worked absentmindedly through his hair, and at some point, you’d begun to work on a small braid. You didn’t think he could feel it; if he did, he didn’t say anything. It would be amusing to see him discover it later.

His voice was a low rumble, and you got the idea he was more tired than he let on. “Thank you.”

Your fingers halted their movements. “For what?”

“For existing.”

Those two words made you want to cry, and you had to force yourself to blink back tears. You worked more urgently on his braid, trying to keep yourself distracted, but this meant he could feel you tugging at his hair now. His head lifted from your chest, and his expression softened into one of understanding as he shifted his body upwards and pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks, catching tears that weren’t there. “I mean it,” he murmured. “And … thank you for giving me a chance.”

That brought out the waterworks, and the tears, hot and heavy, poured from your eyes before you could stop them. His hands left your sides and came up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away your tears. He kissed your forehead, your nose, and then your lips, lingering there longer than the rest. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. “Stay with me.”

Your eyes widened a little. “What?”

“Stay with me,” he repeated. “Help me manage the hotel. Or … hell, if you don’t want a thing to do with this, I understand, just-” He sighed and screwed his eyes shut. “Stay in my life,” he whispered. “Please.”

He didn’t have to ask that of you. The answer would always be yes. In a million universes, a million more lifetimes, the endless aisles of circumstances that were lined up neatly in the library of what could have been, you would always follow him. Maybe in one world, you would meet as a biker / florist duo. In another, he’d be a dazzling musician, and you’d be an awestruck photographer. In another, he might be a damn vampire, trying to navigate the world without being killed and while shunning the daylight and wearing sunglasses positively everywhere. He could be some eldritch horror, and you would still follow him to the ends of the earth. You knew that even if you were under a horribly strong curse, he would always find a way to break it. He would always find a way to make sure you could follow him. “Of course I will,” you whispered in reply. “Always.”

His eyes slowly peeled open, and he managed a soft smile at you, kissing you once more. “The day after you stole my heart,” he murmured against your lips, “everything I touched told me it’d be better shared with you.”

•••••

tags: @elexnorislingtxn / @edandmollydeservebetter / @sagegreensimmr / @billyseye / @not-a-big-slay

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #tranquility base hotel and casino #tbhc era #arctic monkeys #fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n

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hoshipills · 1 year

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Double-crosser- Part 4

The untold truth

" I wish we never met."

Pairing: Mafialeader!mingyu x Fem!reader

Warnings: weapons, deaths, mentions of food, let me know if more.

Genre: mafia, angst, tiny bit of fluff.

Word count: 2k

Synopsis:The sudden news of information leak of a secret mission leaves all the members of mafia perplexed. They closed their eyes and the next second, their leader was arrested. Someone betrayed and the taste of betrayal wasn't sweet.

Note: To avoid confusion, this chapter follows Y/n from the start of her mission.

Masterlist

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Y/n stepped into her new house, her gaze all over the mess in the living room. She has to clean it all. It's been around a week since she moved in here. It was, of course, for the mission. She has to approach Mingyu, get some information from him and then get him arrested, it is as simple as it is, right?

Well,no.

The supposed important mission would be about 2 years from then. The only reason she approached him sooner is because she has to build a trust with him and get the information unobserved by him.

That means she has to be with him for 2 years. That also means she has to stay away from Yangyang for 2 years.

Don't get it wrong. She stayed away from him for many missions, but it was for just 1 or 2 months.

2 years is definitely a big deal. Especially since they both literally do everything together.

When they said she would be given such a important mission, she was so contempt, that she didn't bother to check the duration of it. Hence, she agreed. Only if she knew, she would've not.

That doesn't necessarily means she regrets taking up the mission. She is more that happy to work for company and deal with a huge criminal.

She set everything up. Ready to face the challenges and consequences in the coming future.

What suprised her was how easy it was to talk to Mingyu. The plan was all set. A guy was following her and she bumped into Mingyu. There it started and suddenly in 3 months, he asked her out.

Y/n settled on the chair in front of Mingyu, whose eyes followed her every step. " what would you like to order?", He asked her as soon as she got comfortable in her place. She gave him a smile. " I'll take a coffee, that's enough.", She said as she examined the café. Mingyu gave her a single nod of his head and left to the counter.

Few minutes passed and Mingyu got back with 2 coffees in his hand. " Here you go.", His voice was gentle. If Y/n wasn't already aware, she wouldn't even have guessed he was considered the biggest criminal in the country. She might have showed that suprise on her face, Mingyu knitted his eyebrows together and asked her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

" It's hard to believe that you are a mafia leader.", She said, her face still had traces of suprise." You are just...so sweet.", She blurted out without thinking.

"Am I not allowed to be sweet with the person I like?", Mingyu chuckled.

"That's not what I mean.", She said, barely moving her lips.

Months with Mingyu passed quicker than expected. She managed to get informations about their small missions, which honestly weren't that useful. The important one was the big mission, which still has 4 months to happen.

She currently sat with all the members in a room, apparently it was their godown. She was meeting them for the first time. The guys went on and on about silly stories of Mingyu.

Before entering the room, she mentally noted not to enjoy the meet and remember that they are criminals. Her expression right then however, said the otherwise. She laughed along with them, finding herself enjoying the moment.

She suddenly got up, excusing herself to the washroom. The members told her the directions as she went outside, reminding herself the sole purpose of visiting there.

About a week ago, she found a file in Mingyu's room which had '118' written on it along with a key. She figuered it could be in the godown as soon she saw it from outside. The room might contain secrets about the main mission.

She held the key in her hand tighter as she roamed around, trying to find the room.

There it was.

118.

She inserted the key and turned it, hoping that it was the right fit.

It was.

She twisted the door knob and entered inside. The room was dark and dusty. She guessed it might have not been opened for a long period. She closed the door and turned her phone's flash light, only to get shocked. Her eyes ballooned as she saw a photo frame on the wall.

It was Agent Sky with a women beside him. A teenage boy infront of them, smiling as his teeth showed. It didn't take long for her to realize the kid was Mingyu. If not his face, his smile never changed.

She must be dreaming.

There is no way Agent Sky is the father of Mingyu. If it is so, How the hell Mingyu became a gang leader?

There were many unanswered questions and she needed them to be answered.

She hapazardly went through the files on the shelf, keeping in mind that she has less time. She finally got hold of a file which was named "ICS", the articles collected by Kim Jaegeun. She recollected that to be Agent Sky's real name.

Her hands stiffly opened the file, looking at the bunch of papers, listing the crimes ICS committed.

There was a text in the bold at the end reading,"The group seventeen I formed with my fellow trusted members will make sure to eliminate the crimes made by ICS." The note at the end didn't go unnoticed either "The actual proofs of the crimes are carefully hidden."

She couldn't dnt fully process the words she read but was bought to reality by the sound of her name being called. She closed the file and kept it back in place. She carefully opened the door, cautious about getting caught. She walked till the end of the way when she heard MIngyu say her name. " Y/n, Where were you? I was worried.", he said while his face contracted.

" I used the bathroom but got lost while getting back.", Y/n effortlessly lied.

Mingyu's face relaxed as he led her back to the original room.

Y/n followed him blindly,her thoughts fully occupied with what she just saw in the room.

Y/n laid on the bed beside him, watching him sleep peacefully with his eyes delicately closed. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that this man was the son of Agent Sky, a person she really admired from her childhood.

Wasn't Sky dead 17 years ago? Did he really die or that was what she and the agents were told by ICS?

Agent Sky risked his life more than thrice for the country. Why the hell would he betray ICS without a logical reason?

That should mean everything in the file was true. Then, where were the actual proofs hidden? She thought of every single place the proofs could've went. Her air analysis was interuptyed when Mingyu opened his eyes a little and said," Y/n? Why are you still awake?"

" I just finished my work.", she said.

Mingyu threw his big arm over her, pulling her closer andf letting her head rest on his chest. " You should sleep well, sweetheart.", he said while his eyes were stilled closed."I love you."

Guilt started to pool up inside her chest. She is going to betray this man in 4 months.

It ate her up inside out.

She would be lying if she said she never thought of living with his man forever. How can she not when he behaves like a absolute sweetheart? Maybe he was a damgerous criminal but when they were alone, he treated her like a queen. She used to brush off those thought by telling herself that he is not a good man. She always failed. It was clear she failed now as well when she wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Y/n sat infront of her laptop, pretending to work when she could only think of the situation she was stuck in.

These were the times she wishes to be near Yangyang. Not that she doesnt want to be near him at other times but right then, she needed him the most. After all, He was the only person who was with her through her thick and thin, listened to all her problems without complaining.

Her first priority right then was to find the proofs Agent Sky has hidden. If she gets her hands on them, she can have some progress. It could be anywhere, but one place she really assumes is The Black room prison. Agent sky used to be one of the privileged ones to visit it. It makes sense when you know that majority of the criminals there were arrested by him. She would gain the privilege if she arrests Mingyu.

She has to arrest him and get there, search for the proofs and help him to escape. If she finds the proofs, she'll get them to Yangyang and unite the mafia and the agents who would get to know the truth about ICS. If she doesnt find the proofs, she'll just get caught by ICS for betraying them by helping Mingyu, get satisfied that she atleast tried. This was her plan summarized.

It was good to say that her plan worked.

Y/n exited the room and locked it. She just informed Mingyu that they will be shifted to Affliction rooms. The picture of his red eyes and toned down body remained in her brain, it pained her to see him like that.

I am doing this for him.

she said this to herself as she walked towards the security room and sat infront of the computer. The other day she searched in the building to find the proofs, laughing at how dumb ICS people were to not find these files when they were barely well hidden. But then again, no one would guess the files would be there.

Now she was ready to do the last step of the plan. She has to updated about the information about transfer of the boys to affliction rooms so that the others will see that and make a plan to save them.

she cleared most of the security anyways, it wouldn't be much time from then for the other members to break into the system.

Just then she saw a notification on a transaction of 10 billion into the official ICS account. It was the same amount Seventeen was supposeed to get if they attended the meeting of the leaked mission.

So the company got it. No wonder they wanted to wait till this mission. They wanted to loot the money pretending as the mafia at the meeting.

She frowned, feeling a little frustrated about this. She worked so hard all these years so that their company could escape cimes?

She let out a scoff. They should have atleast given a personal account for the transaction of money.

" She is dead."

" ICS ordered the people to kill her after putting her in affliction room for 6 months."

Yangyang put forward some files on the table. " These are the proofs your father hid. Y/n found them in the Back room prison. She left them in the usual place we meet but I refused to go there because I hated her for being selfish and leaving me alone to save you. I visited that place yesterday and found these. The first thing I did was come here."

Yangyang took a sharp breath, his eyes getting moist.

"She explained me everything in this letter.", he held up a letter. "She mentioned that she wanted me to meet you and inform the other agents about this.", he said with a shaky voice. He got up and kept the letter in MIngyu's hands." She wants us to go against ICS. Read her plan yourself."

Mingyu backed up against his seat and fell on it as he read the letter.

She sacrificerd herself for him and all he had was grudge towards her.

He felt like he did a terrible mistake even though he didn't do anything wrong.

That moment he finished reading it, he kept the piece of paper aside. His eyes red as he said his next words with a dead serene voice.

"Now, we have to do justice for her sacrifice, right?"

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#kim mingyu #seventeen x reader #svt fic #seventeen #seventeen angst #mingyu x reader #seventeen mafia au

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babiebom · 7 months

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Between a Rock and a Hard Place(i)

A/N: literally the premise of this fic took over my daydream and I had to write it. Will not be as good as my daydream was because the dialogue my brain came up with made me cry and I cannot for the life of me remember it so this is second best<3

Tw: cursing, murder, kidnapping,physical abuse, pregnancy, mental abuse, verbal abuse, gore, blood, Stockholm syndrome, racism/slurs

Wc:1.8k

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It’s easy to fall into traps when you can barely see in front of you. And it’s easy to see just how obvious those traps were when you look back. To Evangeline the bright red flags that were waving in her face had to be transparent with the way she stared at the man in front of her. She had always been the confident type, her beauty was something that couldn’t be questioned, and everyone around her knew it. So when men flirted or chatted her up, she reciprocated, always making it known that they had no chance of bedding her. She was flirty, yes, but not so loose that she would sleep around with just any guy that sent a poorly executed wink her way.

That is, until him. Johnny Slaughter was one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. The very sight of a man that women in the south dreamed of when they wanted to have a wet dream. His charm, and looks meant that her confidence stood no chance against him and what he wanted. And at that moment, what he wanted was her. The more he flirted with her, the more she could feel herself falling into his web, and for some reason no alarm bells went off in her head. Or maybe they did and she just mistook them for wedding bells.

She slept with him that very first day, let him get to know her in every meaning of the word. And he was sweet, those first couple of weeks. Took her out on dates, let her meet his weird family, told her that she was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

Until he convinced her to move in. Sweet words, golden promises, a cheap ring that made her fall deeper for the Texan man without any other thought. It didn’t take too much longer after that for Johnny to show his true colors.

Lashing out, throwing things. It scared her the first time he took a vase from the shelf and flung it into the wall across the room. Evangeline couldn’t help but scream at how quickly he moved. But he still didn’t touch her, not then. He apologized for his actions, said he just got upset and didn’t know what to do about it. She forgave him after he peppered her tear stained face with kisses, figuring that everyone had their quirks. She grew up with a dad that was similar; he punched holes in the walls and smashed things when angry. He never put his hands on her mother, and that’s what she clung on to every time that Johnny got upset, she prayed he would be like her father and kept his hands off her.

Her prayers went unanswered. One day the man grabbed her instead of an object that he could break, and he threw her into the wall. He screams and screams, standing over her with a red face and spit flying out of his mouth. She doesn’t even remember what she did to make him upset, so she screams back at him, cursing his name and making a scene that now looking back she wished she had that same personality that had been lost.

She left after that, packing up her stuff and moving into a crappy little apartment that she could afford on her own. It took Johnny three weeks to come and apologize, reeling her in with honey dipped words and promises that he spent the three weeks they spent apart working on himself. Again, ignoring the red flags, she believed him and allowed herself to reenter a relationship with him. It was as if they had restarted to the beginning of their relationship when everything was hidden behind rose colored glasses. Happy with her life, she fell deeper for the man that somehow proved that he could change even though an entire month hadn’t passed.

She ignored the people whispering their doubts in her ear, moving faster than she had in her relationship with him than she did before. They had already been together for a while, right? They didn’t need to slow down; they were obviously on the right track. He convinces her to move in together again, this time into his family’s home.

She hated living with the Sawyers, their weird diet and secrecy put her off from wanting to maintain an actual relationship with them. She begged Johnny to move out into their own place, or at least with his mother, but he refused. His mother had left somewhere and since she didn’t like Evangeline, and wasn't supportive of their relationship, the two were not allowed to live together in her house.

Soon, she found out exactly why he had hid his family from her before. A girl had burst into the room she shared with Johnny, bloody with a crazed look in her eyes. She grabbed Evangeline roughly, screaming and swinging at her, going on about her friends being murdered and it being the fault of this family or something. Evangeline couldn’t do anything but scream, taken by surprise and unable to fight against pure adrenaline.

She kicks the girl and screams, confused as Nubbins bursts into the room laughing loudly. “Found ‘er!” He yelled down to the family below. When Johnny comes in he rips the girl away from Evangeline, unlike Nubbins who was amused with what was happening. The girl is taken out of the room by Nubbins and Johnny as Evangeline lies there on the ground, bruised and scratched, bleeding from the cuts she received.

It took a week for her to ask, and still he didn’t answer totally, not until she wandered into the basement and found Bubba cutting up someone as if they were an animal he had slaughtered. She threw up loudly, causing Bubba to spin around and panic that she was in the room. Everything after this just got worse.

Johnny reverted back to being abusive now that he had nothing to hide. Didn’t slowly escalate like last time, just went straight into beating Evangeline. It was worse than before, choking her until she passed out, punching her until her eyes were puffy. All the while he laughed and taunted her, that she couldn’t break up with him now, he owned her now, they could never let her go because of what she’s seen. It’s either submit or die.

It’s months of this, a year of this. Of being beaten and taunted and manipulated. They didn’t allow her to leave, and because she willingly moved in with him no one would report her as missing. Her friends experienced her disappearing before, and so has her family, last time she was in a relationship with him.

Things start to look up when she starts throwing up, when she starts showing signs of pregnancy. It’s not surprising in the least to her, unable to access birth control and Johnny’s hatred of using condoms when plowing into her. She’s surprised that it took this long for her to get knocked up by him. And as her pregnancy progresses every time she looks at her face in the mirror she is disappointed at the person she sees.

It takes being beaten by him two more times while she’s carrying his child that she realizes that in the course of this relationship she has changed completely. Gone is the girl that could laugh freely, that was confident and unwavering. Johnny had stripped her of her personality and crushed her down into whoever he wanted her to be. So she starts planning, using the tiny bit of determination she had left, she needed to better herself if she’s going to be a parent. No one wants to raise their child in this type of environment.

Her plan goes into motion quicker than she expects with the return of Johnny’s mother. The woman at first is angry that he managed to get Evangeline pregnant, saying she doesn’t want a grandchild that is half negro because he decided to fuck some coon. Then as time passes the woman comes around to being happy that she was getting a grandchild and started being the monster-in-law from hell. Every day is spent with Nancy telling Evangeline just how happy she’s going to be when the baby is born and old enough for them to get rid of her. That Johnny will no longer need her after the baby is born because when her body changes the man will be disgusted with her and won’t want to stick his dick in her anymore. That they’ll easily get rid of her and her baby will be raised by Nancy herself, and there’s nothing Evangeline can do about it because Johnny will always side with his mother, and will cut out her tongue faster than she can disrespect Nancy in any way.

Luckily the whole stupid family trusts her to cook, and because Sissy hadn’t kept her gardening secrets an actual secret, Evangeline knows exactly how to knock out the entire house. It isn’t uncommon for her to refuse to eat, and since Nancy isn’t living in the Sawyer house she doesn’t have anyone looking over her shoulder, everyone believing that she was completely broken. When everyone falls asleep she takes off into the night, driving away in her car that had gone unused for a while.

She stops at her mothers house, crying that she was leaving and needed money to get away. Her mother helps, happy enough to help her get away from the guy the entire family had hated from the beginning. Letting her pack clothes, her documents and other things and letting her get away while the moon is still high in the sky.

This is how she finds herself now, on a train to Florida with no way to find her. As the train pulls away, she can feel herself shed so much tension that she feels almost weightless. As far as her eyes can see, no one around her recognizes her, and as far as she knows the only person that knows that she’s leaving is her mother, and to be careful she doesn’t even tell her mother where she’s going, having decided the second she got to the train station.

Roseville, Florida is similar to Texas with the heat. The familiar feel of the sun in the sky makes her feel better, though she hates the heat it’s what she’s used to and no one would think that she didn’t go across the country when in reality she just went a couple states over. The little house that she is renting is a little expensive, a couple of blocks away from a beach and a little diner, close to a bus stop and a grocery store. She feels herself growing in hope, the thought of a new life makes her want to scream out in joy.

Johnny didn’t care enough to find her, that’s what she knows for sure, and so I’m her mind there is nothing that can go wrong now. She’s safe, happy, and expecting a baby in six more months. Things are finally looking up.

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lovejosephquinn · 2 years

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Hi!!! I’m really glad you started writing again bc I love love love your stories!! I was wondering if you could do a joe quinn x reader where the reader is a nurse and they’ve only been together for a couple of months and she knows how tired and overwhelmed Joe is from doing press, cons, business,… so she doesnt like bothering him with the fact that work is killing her and that she’s so tired and exhausted but one day one of her patients dies unexpectedly and she just breaks down in front of him after keeping it in for months xxx from a stressed out nurse who just wants to be held sometimes when stuff like that happens xxx thank you :))

Oh, hi angel, thank you so much for reading my stories so far.

You're my first request and you don't know how much I mentally kicked my feet in the air when I saw this. Your wish is granted, I hope your week is good and less stressful honey x

Warnings: sadness from reader, mentions of death, but fluff and our soft boy Joe saving the day in the end

Word Count: 1.5k

Worth it. Joseph Quinn x Reader Short Story Request

Being a frontline healthcare professional is a difficult job, but when your boyfriend happens to be a breakout upcoming celebrity in the making it's hard to vent your bad days and negative thoughts when he's either not around to listen or has had a bad time himself. You and Joe had only been dating a couple of months, but you had quickly started to learn that when he did see you after a few days or weeks of his work, he was either exhausted or his brain was in overdrive elsewhere.

He had since returned from Paris after finishing an event at the Dior fashion week and then quickly being whisked away to complete his campaign with the company for their new product 'Gris Dior'. In the space of one weekend, he'd put his heart and soul into getting everything right and impressing the high-end fashion chain directors and the fans that would of practically of ran in front of a moving vehicle to be next to him - so it was only understandable when he'd text you saying he'd landed that he would be on one hand over exhausted from the days before but on the other hand, panicking because he still needed to make time for you. You didn't care about what you did with the time you spent together, you merely would've sat there in silence, as long as you had him next to you.

After a couple of days between him landing and fitting in the people he needed to before he was to be then going back to America to do yet more press tours for his new movie, you had been busy with two severely long shifts at a hospital in Central London. You never liked to hound Joe with your work issues due to the fact he had enough himself. But that one particular Wednesday evening, had brought more than enough anxiety and pain as it would anybody, your first patient and someone you had grown particularly fond of had suddenly passed away. How you had gotten through that shift was a blur or some form of miracle. It'd happened within 2 hours, and you'd still had 10 hours to go, maybe it was the fact you had been kept busy with your other patients to even dwell.

As you entered your apartment after the shift was over, with no warning whatsoever, the tears began to fall. You shut the door and held yourself at the other side of it. As if by magic your phone began to buzz, as you fetched it out of your pocket and looked down, the blurry sting of tears held amongst your eyelids. You made out the name 'Joey <3' Clearing your throat immediately to mask any sign of sadness, you answered.

"H-Hello." You cleared your throat once more.

"Hi love, I missed you, how're you?"

"I'm okay...I" before you could even finish, you were interrupted.

"You wouldn't believe it, I'm being rushed to a shoot, I've been back in the country a mere 48 hours and I'm already back in demand. I know I wanted this but it's harder work than I thought."

You sniffled down the other end, nodding along to his words. He didn't need to know anything; you were just there to listen to him and make sure he was ok. You knew you'd get over it, being in the profession you're in, you're going to see plenty of deaths and unruly events. However, your breath was hitching, and you couldn't muster a single word.

"Y/N, are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just listening to you. Go do your thing, sweetie but most importantly stay you, miss you." Your smile was faltering but you put your best happy voice on and pretended everything was okay.

A couple of months had passed since that inevitable day. The short time spent with Joe, your poker face had clearly served you well as he didn't notice a thing wrong. You still hadn't gotten over it, in fact the anxiety had grown. You loved your job; you loved the people you worked with. You adored the majority of patients in your care - but that didn't make some of the shit you had to deal with any easier. The first weekend you'd had off in a while saw you and Joe spending it together. He'd returned from America, and you already knew his brain was exceeding his limits, from the expected buzz and clearly the jet lag and exhaustion of his profession. Laid out between his legs and in his arms on the sofa, you could tell something was on Joe's mind. Leaning up you simultaneously gazed into each other's eyes.

"I love you Y/N, sorry I've been away so much lately, I feel bad for not being able to be with you."

You managed a deep sigh. "Just makes our time more special together, right? I knew this was what life would be like and don't get me wrong I miss you so much when you're gone, but I know this is it, I'm your escape from work and you're mine. I love you, Joe."

Your heart began to race increasingly, and you could feel your worry rising. You felt like a hypocrite in the end sentence of your previous statement. As the previous memories of the death you had held in all this time and the stress of long hours at work had really started to get to you. Your mum was an easy target to vent to, but Joe was somewhat your comfort blanket and although you didn't want to bother him, in that moment of him staring back at you, he could see the hurt wallowing in your eyes. The wall had broken, and he could read you like a book; then that was it you broke. The tears were violent as you stopped looking at him and held your hands to your face and sobbed.

"Baby, oh my god what's wrong. I knew something was wrong, talk to me, holy shit." He turned you over, so you were laying your stomach on him in one swift motion and that was it. Putting your head down and leaning your cheek on his chest, you unleashed a small explanation of months' worth of repented stress.

"My first patient died a while back, I'm still devastated. I only spoke to them the night before and they were okay, 2 hours into my shift the night after, they were gone Joe. Just gone. Work is so hard, the demand and stress that is needed from me all of the time and I feel like I have to be in several places at once or I'm a failure and the short breaks I get to collect my thoughts aren't enough and when you're not here I hate it. I don't want to bother you because I know you've got enough on your plate and..."

Joe shushed you fast, that was all he had needed to hear in that moment, you could hear the slight crack in his heart matching yours. He cradled you for a few seconds. He had no idea that he had been wrapped up in his own stress that you were facing your own demons.

"Woah hold on, bothering me? I'm your boyfriend. Regardless of my stress, don't ever think you're bothering me. I'm always here to listen to you, day or night, wherever I am Y/N. I don't ever want you hurting, please do not ever hide your feelings like that from me again. You listen to my shit all the time and you think you'd be bothering me if you were to have a bad time? Baby, I'm more offended that you'd think that." Joe lifted your face to meet his eyes once more. The brown in them so sparkly and so full of hurt knowing you were the one hiding it from him just not to bother him. He lifted you up more towards him and motioned at your lips as he planted a soft kiss on your lips. "Do not hesitate to tell me a thing, love. I want nothing but for you to be happy. I'm here for you, always Y/N. I love you so god damn much."

"I love you."

"No more hiding from me, promise?" He held out his pinkie finger.

You let out a slight comforting giggle as he wiped your tears away with his other hand and let out his most gorgeous smile. You linked your pinkie around his.

"I promise."

For the rest of the evening, he held you. He held you so tight and you knew you felt safe and secure for that moment. The weight off of your shoulders was not completely gone but disappearing from offloading your troubles to Joe. It was perfect. He was perfect. From then on you silently vowed to let him know whatever troubled you, especially if it was going to end in feeling the entirety of love that radiated off of your perfect man when he held you. If you had to go through it all again which you more than likely would have. The end game was this. It was worth it.

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popawritter12 · 1 month

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It's that anon who sent the yandere pyke ask can the reader be male and was a person who was friends with pyke and tried to rescue him but couldn't.

Author's note: Anon 🤝 me.

Likes Yandere

✨ Pyke✨

I really wished to do Yandere things with this man, I really hope you liked it because I LOVED how I do it.

At the same time, you will see that the beginning is somewhat poetic because I plan to present half of the story to a group of writers and readers who are not Yanderes fans, I hope you don't mind <3.

(Also, I choosed this one bcs have all the information of the relationship of the Yandere and the reader, just bcs i want you to know Anon!)

Yandere! Pyke x Male! reader

Yandere character: Pyke

From the videogame/serie/anime/movie: League of Legends.

Case: Mention of kidnapping, murder.

Part: 1 of 1.

I still hear his calm breathing next to me, I still feel his eyes watching me make mistakes and how ready he was to have a sneer on his face, ready to mock me. I still remember the stories he told during countless sleepless nights.

That's how he was; relaxed, not very talkative and quite calm with his emotions, and that was the reason why we connected with each other.

He always showed a different side to me, sometimes bordering on having another personality. It was nice to know that he could have a friend so graceful that he could reveal each and every facet of himself to me.

His words were as soft as a loom in our lonely moments, and he always fluttered my loose locks because of my short stature. His hands, rough and damaged, dry and brutish, always tried to touch me gently, although more than once, in the most escapist moments, he was brutish, and only in times of his annoyance did he refuse to even offer me a hug.

The gentle jokes, the sensitive moments, the angry screams or even indistinctly cold times, we were always together, like one brother to another, with an affection that always terrified my heart.

However, now all those moments became just mine, all the seconds of overwhelming loneliness were purely mine, not to mention the stormy nights where I felt like my mind was submerged in a bathtub, full and on the verge of overflowing with salty water.

Never, in my three centuries of life, do I remember feeling this way about someone; not for my ex-partner, much less for my marked childhood friends, and maybe and just maybe now I realize why he was so clingy to you.

With pain I return to that ship today, where the damaged and barely usable boxes due to the years of age are now an indistinct characteristic of the dirty, disgusting and putrid wooden ship. With every step, my nightmares crawl beneath me, taking my heels and seeking to drag me into my madness, seeking to take me once again to that night where everything had to go wrong.

If he told me months ago what could have happened that day, perhaps he would not have believed him, or perhaps not, but that was already a story from another line, one of which, most likely, I will never be a part.

The smell of fish invades my senses again, as if the world was attracting me back to earth, the day where I had to set sail again.

The creaking wood, the doors creaking plaintively in protest of a change of materials, and the hesitant whispers of the other workers of this horrendous crew brought me back to my early days, where he, always him, would greet me with a basic greeting, nodding his head and leading a walk towards his work area, where, out of mere habit, there was always a side reserved solely and exclusively for me.

While the waves crashed against the wood, the anchor rose, and another day was announced again, beginning again my routine, and perhaps my mental hell, where the cry of my being so precious, blaspheming that I would never let go, and that we would both get out alive if we did things right.

I still get chills remembering that night, and I barely managed to notice the inevitable passing of the day, and the constant calls for attention I received from the fat idiot who called himself captain.

I clicked my tongue at his complaints, humming a vague response that, in the end, I never followed through with. During the course of the day, I can notice the words of comfort from my companions, as they regretted knowing that someone like him had left in such a violent way and his body without being able to receive such a well-deserved rest as the burial would be.

It was still a vivid memory of the scream that that bastard gave me to let him go, threats to cut off my arm if I didn't let go and let him die, and, consciously, he bent my arm to weaken my grip and thus let him go.

I still feel that beating of my heart accelerate when my soul complains loudly, blaming my body for its weakness. And, perhaps, it was true, and if he traveled to the past one more time, I would save him without hesitation. But there would never be a third chance.

It was midnight when I calmly breathed the attenuating air in the midst of the favored wind that hit my skin, and I daydreamed that his footsteps could be heard again behind me, that he cradled his arms against the railing and rested his head lightly on his shoulder, as if I wanted to support it against mine.

I turned a deaf ear to the shouting of voices of all that persons, knowing that the profit shared was always a topic of debate, and I thought for a moment about going, but my mind simply downplayed its importance, since money was the last thing I wanted to be able to have right now.

But, even with all the laziness in the world, I just sighed, before backing away from the ship's railing, looking to get back under cover.

The smell of fresh meat was routinely annoying, and the lights off seemed a new trend due to its lack, however, I turned on the flashlight, seeking to bring calm back to the place.

But all I noticed was a painful moan, a gasp laced with blood and saliva in someone's throat. Lowering the lamp slightly, the fresh blood did not come from a fish.

With one last moan of pain, in the background the corpse was heard landing, causing a crude dull sound in the air.

Just by seeing that terrifying event with the lack of light, I knew that attack, but I couldn't help but feel weak before the amount of darkness. In the throat and in the chest, or with the heart pierced; All the corpses looked like a grotesque scene, and the putrid smell of blood took the main focus, while the sound seemed muffled at this point in the story.

And I heard that voice, that voice that had been bothering me so much for a long time.

—I'm sorry…

Soft as a gust of wind, but clinging to a lack of oxygen, the large corpse falls to the ground, the thud re-entering my senses, returning my mind to what seemed to be, my direct path to my own massacre.

Lifting the lamp a little higher, the tall shadow makes its appearance, finally showing that creature. That creature was that man, and almost immediately, my source of illumination escaped from my hands, falling to the ground immediately.

—Pyke? —I asked, my voice waterier than usual.

He took a step towards me, and the now almost non-existent lighting of the lamp illuminates the red bandana with white details in the center, and his eyes narrowed when he saw me. His look was different from the last time I saw him, and I could inevitably feel how that knot in my heart slowly moved to my throat, prohibiting me from being able to speak.

But he didn't mention anything, he just walked away quickly, but I couldn't hear his footsteps.

He couldn't even say goodbye to me with a hug, which caused me to know, realistically, that he had only hallucinated, and that in reality, it was just a murderer, a mercenary who needed to kill the entire crew. And in the distance I heard his hurried footsteps, which finally made me realize my own reality.

Upon hearing a man's scream, I noticed that his accelerated footsteps were approaching, so I could only get away from there.

Maybe that illusion was a lie, or maybe he really came back, but that story already belonged to an ending that not even I could wait for.

My feet were right on the edge of the boat, and with tears in my eyes, I just knew that he had hallucinated. He wasn't coming back, and now his existence would become a blurry memory in my crazy mind.

The shot crossed a path close to my head, so I had no choice but to tilt my body to fall into the void, to the place that had taken my best friend, and now, he claimed my soul as his property. .

My body suddenly collided with the water, and I was clinging to the unmovable boat for a few seconds, and only when the shots stopped, I had the will to swim out, even with the cold in my body, I knew that there was no other way out.

In my mind was the vivid image of him, of the mask on a face that I thought belonged to him, but that, deep down, I knew was just a hallucination.

I painfully continued against the waves of the sea, and the soft wind was now a chilling reminder that only a cold awaited me outside the water.

And unexpectedly, I could feel something roughly grab my foot, dragging my body under the water. Abruptly my mouth swallowed a few drops of the salty liquid, and my body was finally dragged beneath the dawn of the moon.

The sea was that monster that absorbed the souls of sailors, it was a fearful creature that, when you least expect it, drags your body to that end. And that end was me, I was that monster who had found that agony in this tedious and spiteful night.

But it wasn't, and an inhumanly large arm dragged me back to the surface, throwing my body onto the ship.

—Why the hell did you do that? —He asked, most in an angry way.

I touched the water, trying not to lose what little oxygen I had. My breath returned a few seconds later, and my hands landed against the old wood, now damp from the droplets escaping my body.

He was next to me, I can see that a long paper was in his hands, crossing out something that he preferred not to know what it was.

Upon returning to the ground, I raised my body, managing to notice how tall this guy was.

When I found myself I said right with this man, there was only one question in my mind.

—Who are you?

His brow furrowed, just as the weapon in his hands was once again placed in one of his palms. A heavy sigh leaves him.

—Is that the first thing that occurs to you to say? Really?

I gasped sharply, tears returning to my eyes. His voice was the same, it was soft, but it was stricter now. And happiness returned to my soul as if I had returned to a few days ago.

—Pyke... —Almost immediately, I jumped into his arms,—.., it's really you.

He remained stoic, and in my mind, I thought it was because of everything he had been through.

—You're different... but you're still you —I sobbed like a child, and sought refuge in that hug.

His hand wet with his blood refuses to caress my loose locks, so he limits himself to patting my back, with a white T-shirt already covered in stains from previous jobs.

—Ah, holy cow... I thought I lost you —I sighed, my tears wouldn't stop coming—, I'm so happy right now... I just..

I barely managed to separate myself from him, I just wiped away my tears. Although I tried to speak, the memory of the dead people finally brings me back to the events that happened recently.

—Pyke —I called him —, with did you kill them...?

He didn't look confused, and on the contrary, he just responded as if it were as natural as breathing.

—They are on the list.

—What list? —You asked, confused.

Then, I remember the list he was holding a while ago, which I assumed he had saved. With all of my thoughts aligned, and I could only backed away.

—What's going on? —He asked.

—Do you…

But he didn't let me finish because I crashed into a big box full of fish, and he only had to get close to me to corner me.

—Don't say stupid things—He stabbed his weapon against the fish box.

It was as if he wanted to generate something in me, but I couldn't figure out what exactly.

—You will never be on the list.

The closeness between the two was terrifyingly dark for me, but I didn't say anything, I didn't want to keep him away from me, out of the desire to never lose him, but never again.

—But... And the others? —I asked, eager for an answer.

—They? —He responded, confused, —, why are you interested now?

His hand was clinging to the weapon, while with the other he gently played with my loose locks, since that hand had no more blood stains.

—Without them I won't be able to work —I explain, trying to sound kind—besides, I don't understand what the whole problem is going to be like when I get back into murky waters, you know? There is the captain's family who is going to want the ship, some who want to buy it or who will claim me when they see how most of them are murdered and...

—You don't need them —He clarified, his tone now sounding rougher —, you don't need them anymore.

—Come on Pyke, you have to understand that I have to keep paying for things, I have to keep working, or eating, or drinking, or other things... don't you think they can accept me saying that a creature attacked us if the ship is not damaged... ?

I had to stop talking, because he just covered my mouth with the palm of his hand; It was customary for him to do things as uncomfortable as this.

—Stop worrying about those things.

And then he let go of my mouth, while I could feel some heat on my face.

—Even after death you're still the same —I joked, gently taking his hand —, don't take it so personally.

I can feel the nervousness eating away at my mind, trying to stay calm, I just gasp, and he didn't react.

A couple of seconds passed until he just moved his hand, wiping away the remnants of tears on my cheeks.

—Well, I guess we can go back now —I tried to get out of his corner, however, something stopped me—, what's wrong?

—No.

A serious but irritated whisper is heard from his mouth.

—No what..? —I ask, confused.

—You're not leaving. —He grabs my shoulder, pushing me against the large wooden box.

—Pyke, why are you acting so strange...?

—You won't leave again, I won't let the same thing happen to you that happened to me —He assured, imperturbably —, I won't allow any of that.

—But, they're already dead—I try to answer, but the grip on my shoulder becomes painful, rough, starting to hurt me. —. Pyke, you're hurting me.

—No, I won't let anything bad happen to you.

And before I could find a space in his words to respond, he abruptly approached me, almost smashing his lips against mine in a abrupt, brutal and excessively painful way for me.

I whined, I tried to struggle, I even tried to escape from his grasp, but he always found a way to grab me. Before I could do anything, he had already left irreversible marks on my skin, and his teeth so profusely marked on my neck and shoulders were only a mere memory of the night in which, my best friend, and whom I considered my platonic love, came back to life, seeking that affection and ensuring that, inevitably, the ship of which I was part of its crew never to be seen again by any human being

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aleksa-sims · 9 months

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RL Simself-Story (18+)

⚠️ CW: addiction, breakup, depression ⚠️

I wish I had taken time off, to go away with him. 😞😢.... When we briefly relapsed 3 weeks ago, Daniel noticed that he was constantly in pain. It wasn’t until he got high, that he realized how well he was doing, before those 4 man who attacked us, hurt him. I went with him to his doctor. Daniel told that his left shoulder, his whole arm and his fingers, still hurt him, even though he had been doing physiotherapy for 2 months. However, he was examined again and on the x-rays everything looked good. So the doctor said Daniel could be suffering from some kind of stress disorder, mental stress, because of what happened. He has lost an organ, was in intensive care & 4 weeks in the hospital. Such kind of things can leave emotional scars, the Doc said. So he advised D. to see a psychologist but continue to do his physio.

Daniel didn’t go to a psychologist right away. He didn't believe that?But the more days and weeks passed, the worse he was as you may have noticed. He started using drugs regularly. Still, he tried to stay clean! But the days when he was sober, he felt really bad. He was totally demotivated & depressed. He was mostly lying in bed and didn’t want to get up. He said he felt so empty, as if he had no feelings. No joy, no fear, no sadness, just... NOTHING! That's how he explained it to me. The only thing that somehow made him feel alive and not dead was, sex. That really worried me. But at least he was honest and tried to explain to me how he felt, so I didn’t misunderstand him. Because I noticed that Daniel constantly wanted to sleep with me. Not really constantly, but several times a day. I thought he just missed me. Afterall we didn't do it for weeks because of my panicattacks. Partly this was true! And he didn't do it just because he was horny, that wasn't the case. He said when we are in bed together or just intimate with each other, he feels all the emotions and feelings he has for me. Our love was the only thing he could feel. Nevertheless, he was afraid that those feelings would also be gone one day, like everything else. That scared the hell out of me, so Daniel went to a psychologist. At this point he had just started, but as you already know, Daniel will leave me!

At the end of this week, he'll be gone! He didn’t really wanted to break up with me, he just had to leave for a while. He wanted to protect me, from..... himself. 😞😢 Why? I’ll try to tell you next time or much later in the future, when I see him again. Because, I had no idea why he pissed off. Tbh, that's exactly what D. did. I mean, no matter WHY he left, he should have told me. 😭

Oh and I'm gonna talk to him about... my new online friend. Also, D. was about to quit his job, which he'll do!

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Hello. It is my first time requesting her but I live your work so I give it a try.

Last year my father (tw) died last year, do to the aftermath of Covid, after he was in a Coma for a few months and nearly mad it. And because of that I didn't needed to do my school work.

So I wanted ro request a Tenya iida x fem. Reader if this is alright where they are together already, but she didn't tell him about the whole thing and he just worries when she leaves the dorm at night ( it was like 3 am when it happened) and doesn't return for two weeks.

I give you some free room about his thoughts and what he does, but may you could include some cuddles and for head kisses.

Thank you very much. Also sorry that it is so long and detailed.

warnings: swearing, death of a parent, swearing (barely)

notes: i'm so very sorry for your loss. thank you for liking my work! you did a good job requesting. it helps that it's detailed because it makes it easier for me to come up with a plot. requests are open!!

you were sleeping peacefully. that's where everyone else in the dorms was actually. for you though, you'd been woken up by a phone call. it doesn't help that you fell asleep on top of the phone because the ringtone was obnoxiously loud.

waking yourself up, you debated whether or not you should answer it seeing as it was an unknown number. deciding to do the responsible thing, you answered it.

after the matter, you'd wished that you didn't. it was a call saying that your father had unfortunately passed away. you had known he was ill, but you had hope. you had weighed out your options oh how this would go leading into tomorow. (due to the late time, it technically was the next day as some people would like to correct.)

either you could wait until a later time to say goodbye, or you could do the most logical thing and leave right then and there. they would both end in the same result, but it was just the matter of how it was done.

you chose the answer that made the most sense to you. you gathered your phone, the charger, and some clothes for the upcoming days and left the school campus. all you had to do was make sure you didn't get caught by any monitors in the hallway (mr. aizawa)

he probably caught wind of this before you did, that's why when he saw you out of the corner of his eye, he pretended that he didn't see anything. he tried to put himself in your shoes in that situation.

the next morning, iida had knocked on your door. it had been a normal thing or the two of you to walk to the common room to get breakfast together in the morning. it worried him when you didn't answer.

nonetheless, he supposed that you were sick and needed a day off from school and let it be. he was worried all day though.

all of the days that you were gone piled up, and then he began to worry. he was in a conflicted scenario. if he was to ask the teacher why you hadn't been in school, then he could be dong something that could possibly hurt you in a way.

if he didn't ask though, then he'd be absolutely clueless and wouldn't even have a clue as to why you left him for so long. this would be hurting himself in a way.

iida did not end up asking anyone. it wasn't the best decision in his books, but it was for you. that boy would do anything for you.

two weeks later, when you walk back into the school building (coincidentally at three in the morning again) you made a mental note that everyone would be asking where you were.

that was just how that class was. involved and caring.

it wasn't going to be good to have to talk about it again, seeing as you'd spend the previous weeks thinking about it nonstop.

so, at three in the morning you knocked on iida's dorm room door. and at three in the morning he opened it. when he saw you, he rubbed his eyes and nearly dropped the glasses that he'd hastily picked up from his bedside table.

he saw the upset demeanor on your face. it almost made him feel upset. then he reminded himself that if one of you had to be strong right now, it would be him. and it was.

you clung to his torso to give him the hug that you'd desperately needed from him for the past week or so. he could feel the negative emotions coming from all around you. and your hair had smelt like hospital.

"love, do you want to talk about it?" he asked you gently. he wasn't sure how he could help, but he sure as hell was going to try.

"tenya he's gone. he almost made it and now i'll never be able to say goodbye." you sobbed into his chest. he could feel the vibrations of your voice within himself.

he tried thinking about who you knew that could be "gone." what did "gone" even mean in this situation?

"i'm so sorry, dear." he kisses your head. still hugging your shaking and crying body, he walked over to his bed. he knew that this was technically against the school dorm protocols, but this was an exception.

after you try to explain what had happened and why you were gone so long, he wraps you up in his ample supply of blankets that he had in a closet in case of emergencies.

he rubs your back with one of his arms and holds you with the other. he read a book once on how to comfort people properly. he guessed that it worked when he heard your breaths slow.

you had fallen asleep. he guessed that you both could worry about who "he" was tomorrow. he placed you beside him, and fell asleep as well.

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tomriddles-wh0re · 1 year

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‘Running from love’ // t.r part 2

Pairing: female!potter(james’ sister) x Tom Riddle

wc: 3.6 k

Summary: In the past, the reader hadn't hope to fall in love with him, their goal was to prevent the rise of the Dark Lord but nothing seemed to go as planned when they are sent back into the future. In the months following the return, Tom Riddle continues to haunt their nightmares and their new reality as he closes in on them. How can an old love cause so much harm?

Trigger warnings: nightmares, trauma, brief mention of death, mentions of blood but not highly graphic

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | tbc

As the last two weeks of the month drew nearer, my ‘friends’(rather moral obligations) continued to look for more information on why and what was keeping me up into the early hours of the day. In the mornings they examined the lines under my eyes away from the charms I casted each day, in class they would bug me for clues about this ‘mystery boy’ who was haunting my dreams, and if any guy had even stopped to talk to me in class for help they interrogated him(at least more than normal).

Sometimes I wondered why I had kept this one secret from them when it made me feel awfully guilty for hiding it when they were only worried as it was a natural reaction. To me it was some dirty secret I had, but how could I face the true nature of what Tom was now. He was someone who killed innocent people, a wizard who used dark magic to kill the helpless. Someone who haunted my nightmares, becoming far more frequent.

This week Lily had spent far more time spending more time with the marauders and they all tried to act normal but I was slowly cracking over the pressure. Just Thursday I caught them attempting to put veritaserum in my juice at lunch. I wasn’t sure how they had managed to nick some off of Professor Slughorn's stalk but they almost caught a hex their way before Alice managed to drag me out of the great hall. Sometimes I wonder if people would let me get violent with them because sometimes James needed to be hit by a bludger in a sense. A feeling of privacy is all I wished for and even yet, after that ordeal both Lily and Alice made sure I wasn’t left alone in a room with them. Following this all, they spent the last days either trying to not get on my bad side or avoiding me, this gave me a lot of time to think.

I eventually got back on the ‘dreamless sleep’ potion even if Dumbledore had advised against it, I could only have a few more dosages before it would affect my health. Yet I long passed the proper amount of doses. It had been roughly three months since it started, and the nightmares only got worse. The headmaster knew I would have these mental effects or strain but little did he know the severity. I kept getting the recurring dream that he would come back to kill me, sometimes he tortured me and others he was quick but I always felt the fear and phantom pain. Recently he would turn me into a horcrux, and even though my Tom wouldn’t do that by now he’s already killed tens maybe a hundred of people. On the potion again, I can hopefully get a day of peaceful sleep without him.

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Four days, precisely ninety six hours of freedom.

Within the time, we managed to patch up everything with the boys to be back on speaking terms, even with my little ‘condition’ in a hopeless effort to flirt with Lily, Prongs found I was briefly free but free in his mind. They let it go for now, thinking I was safe from whatever plagued me but truth be told it was the opposite.

The moment I returned to my dorm, I knew something was going to happen in my dreams that night. A gut feeling if you will, so the second I was sure my dorm mate was asleep I rolled out of bed and snuck to the common room. The room was frigid, so I walked to close the window pane as the next fresh breeze swept by. Passing the couch closest to the fireplace, I spotted an abandoned blanket that I wrapped around my shoulders.

The familiar scent of vanilla, chocolate, and parchment engulfed my lungs as the small orange embers crackled in the distant present. The scent meant the blanket must have been Remus’ but he wasn’t anywhere in sight of the desolate room. Meaning the boys were up to trouble tonight but it also meant I was free to roam the castle grounds without them tagging along. So impulsively I took a leap of freedom to go home, or more so the Slytherin common room.

Making my way, the cold stone corridors hit my bare feet, dodging all prefects I saw by ducking into hidden alcoves, sliding down banisters, and shushing all portraits who looked my way. I made my way up to where the entrance would be only in my pajamas and moony’s red blanket wrapped around my shoulders. Only problem with my plan to come back was I didn’t know the password, it wasn’t going to be the same as it was 35 years ago so I racked my brain on it. If Rosier was the prefect this year, he was just as dim and pretentious as his grandad. Tracing the stones on the wall, leaning in the whisper “pureblood” a door frame section of the wall disappeared, opening to the common room.

The room was eerily bare but it was comforting. Seating near the windows the iridescent green tint of the Black Lake lit up the room, a loveseat propped near it that I had not remembered being there 35 years ago but I settled on it. Not a soul was in sight, just the black cushioned couches, empty desks, bookshelves, and a few quills. The sound of the water lapping against the glass panes rang through the air accompanied by my steady breathing. Clinging to the warmth of my blanket I shut my eyes taking in the calming atmosphere only brought out of the thoughts by a yawn. From the love seat I surveyed the room, I hadn’t seen anyone before I met eyes with one of the portraits, Septian Arguenon Malfoy, the heir to the Malfoy name in the 16th century.

If you had to picture him imagine a handsome man, in his late 40’s but looking far more youthful, broad shoulders, incredibly tall, with a high bone structure, short curled dirty blonde hair, snow white pale skin, and dark gray eyes. He was the Malfoy who didn’t carry all the genes, his traits often were far more intense then his other relatives besides his hair. One conversation I overheard of him complaining about being the black sheep of his cousins but that mostly was contributed by the long scar running down from his top lip to half way down his chin. Although bias of markings occurred in the Wizarding world it made him even more incredibly handsome, he always had swooning fifth years around him even if he was a painting I recall.

Yet we had become rather uncommon acquaintances, even with his whole heritage he said he could tell I was a pureblood somehow despite my pseudonym he became fond of me.

Happy to see my old friend, I got up to greet him “Septian”. Crossing the common room, picking up a lit candle off a desk I made my way toward the painting. “Miss O’Clare, how long has it been since our last visit? I was afraid you didn’t keep to your word to visit again” he spoke in a low baritone tilting his head in my direction, oblivious to how it made me visibly shift on my feet. Shrugging my shoulders back “35 years to be precise.” I spoke to the silent room, he chuckled like only he would find this whole situation ironic.

“Of course, Miss O' Clare- or well should I refer to you as a Potter now?” his eyes danced in mischief matching the same one my brother wore. Bewilderment was quite obvious to us both, staring back at each other in silence for a minute.

“How?” was all I let out of my mouth, rubbing my hands together anxiously. “You should recall most pureblood families are related, by blood or marriage. You reminded me of Eliza Potter, she certainly had the same fire in her and I had a gut feeling. She was fond of my brother enough to marry him, only Salazar knows why” I immediately snorted covering my mouth.

“Apologies, I never knew we were distantly related. Why hadn’t you told me all along”. He gave me a smile, one that comforted me more than I let on. “Well I’m pleased to meet you Miss Potter, as for the year 1943 why were you there so long ago?” Obviously that’s what anyone would be wondering, time traveling isn’t common nor safe.

“Well that’s kinda complicated, very complicated if you ask me so..” trailing off when Septian began hurriedly pointing towards the dorm rooms where a small light emitted trying to alert me. The light of a wand became closer as footsteps echoed “who’s in the common room?” a voice asked. Shit, that is when I knew I had messed up. Nodding towards the portrait, turning around to the exit as fast as I could. Jogging to meet it the voice sounded nearer to me, “Stop, Gryffindor! What are you doing here?”. What a coincidence was that my blanket most likely had the house crest on it, it must have been someone's cruel joke as I whispered the password and bolted up the first two flights of stairs. Ducking into a broom closet, I gathered my thoughts to believe it was Severus I had escaped. Awaiting the painfully long minutes to not be found out by any professors, before the halls were silent and bare once more so I could return to my common room safe. Sneaking into my bed, peeling the covers down so I could submerge myself in the soft silk. Staring up at the ceiling waiting for what was evident and after a what felt like hours the exhaustion finally overtook the displeasure I had felt.

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Peeling my eyes open, a green light cascaded through the window panes, finally looking around only to realize I woke in the slytherin dorm rooms. This wasn’t a nightmare or rather a dream, I was going through the motions of the day. Almost as if I bonded to the body but I couldn’t willingly move, only able to go through the motions. Oddly enough I knew this memory from heart, if I had to place a bet it was a memory possibly strong enough to produce some wisps of a patronus.

Working through all the functions of getting ready, every button, every pin in my hair, all done to perfection. The dark ivory color clashed with my skin tone but I suppose no one mentioned it, besides Clodius Warrington who was an spiteful woman. Anyways it seemed Orpha and Dora were already out of the dorms, so descending down the stairs I was met with a pair of warm brown eyes.

The common room only had a few first years spilling out as he approached me offering a hand in my direction. “Tom” I spoke out of habit nodding in his direction as I took his outreached arm in mine, linking it together and we slowly exited the room. “Miss O' Clare pleasures” his voice rolling off his tongue as sweet as honey, he said, “Abraxas, Nott, Miss Rosier, and Miss Verkinne have already left for breakfast, I’ve opted to wait for you”. A small smile played on my lips before I could stop it “Very kind of you Riddle, thank you” as his own mirrored mine.

“What is on your schedule this morning?”

“Double potions, transfiguration, a free period, and in the afternoon Arithmancy”

“I recall we have potions with Abraxas and Dora today, I also have a free period with you”

“That's lovely Tom, we should study in the library during our free period”

“I will meet you there”

Making our way through the big oak doors as the chatter immediately filled my ears and the scent of bacon hit my nose. To our right was the ghost of Peeves scaring some first year ravenclaws who ended up falling to the floor. Riddle steered us towards our usual seats as we spotted all our friends already. A warm grin made its way onto my face as we sat amongst our housemates, laughing, talking, eating and discussing the upcoming exam in charms tomorrow. By the time the boys stood up from breakfast, it was ten minutes to class that we all began to head to our courses.

Settling in a seat near the back of the Potions classroom, Orpha accompanied them while the two boys sat in the desks to the left of us. Professor Slughorn stalked into the room five minutes before class was to start, opting to start the lecture early. Finishing the notes mid way into class we only had time to start observations instead of starting the brewing process, handing out the vials around to each table pair while keeping an observant eye. Rosier turned to pass you the vial while holding it up to the light, the pink and mother of pearl sheen glimmered and chatter filled the room.

“Who do you suppose you will smell?” she gossiped glancing around at the other desks full of our classmates. “Wait let me guess, using my inner eye I'm sensing it's got to be…Professor Dumbledore!” Orpha whispered to you, laughing at the assumption. Many of our own friends had crushes on our Professor but it was our own joke between us since he wasn’t either of our’s type. As Slughorn walked past the row of desks, I rolled my eyes saying, “Oh bludger off! It’s not an actual love potion, it only emulates what smells you are fond of. I’m betting it will smell like blueberry muffins, maybe even chocolate frogs”.

They just snickered, rolled their eyes, and shoving it into your hands, “okay, okay if you’re so sure just tell me exactly what you smell and we will see” Orpha said. “Fine” I held the potion in one hand and readied to the other with a quill over my scroll. Taking the dropper off and moving closer to the vial, your eyes shifted under their eager gaze beckoning you forward. As you smelled the aroma you smiled to yourself, “I smell my mom's blueberry muffins, nothing new there she. Also chocolate, but more of a dark chocolate, and also…..” taking a moment to think.

“a very subtle cologne, it’s light but very noticeable? If that makes sense. But also parchment like old books, jasmine incense or something floral, tea bags, and freshly polished leather. But it seems familiar” you looked over at Rosier who was peering around you at something behind you “What is it?”.

Turning around your eyes immediately landed at the desk Tom and Abraxes were occupying, making you turn around so fast you nearly fell off your chair. “No it's not him” you reassured yourself out loud more than speaking to her.

“It’s obvious you fancy the Head Boy over there, who else smells like tea bags, cologne and old books. Put it all together and bingo it's Riddle, you yourself should know it”.

And then I woke up.

∞

I tried to ignore how the memory made me feel but in all honesty last night had filled me with a mix of emotions. For that, I slept in as long as I could to stare up at my poster bed but it was not nearly long enough when Mrs. Lily Evans is your roommate.

So when I finally rose that morning, it seemed like my luck ran out as I trudged down the common room stairs. The [self named] marauders were sprawled out around the couches whispering to themselves, no doubt in my mind of where they were last night and yet when they heard my shoes click on the carpet they turned.

At the first glance I knew it was bad, and then I felt my stomachs drop as Peter's outreached hand dropped a familiar metal locket over to Siri.

James had found the locket, “a slytherin huh?”

And I nearly wanted to dry heave right there, so I ran. But before they could follow, Lily's voice saved me and kept them in their places as I made my escape.

∞

Stepping out of the library I made my way towards Gryffindor tower, opting to skip dinner and go by the kitchen later. The halls were bare, it was two days after the marauders confronted her about the locket and she ran her course ignoring and threatening them when each attempt at confronting her occurred. By now, they had done exactly what she feared, for anytime she was around any Slytherins in general they would practically death glare at them. Even if they were girls. All they knew for sure was I had a slytherin locket and a nightmare of a boy, not much to go by on admittedly. But they knew I was afraid, maybe of telling them the truth, maybe of ever getting them involved. Too lost in thought, someone lunged and I was dragged into a dark alcove only seeing the person's dark green slytherin robes.

Fear ran through my body as they covered my mouth and pinned my arms behind my back. Shoving me into the wall, I met their eyes. “Regulus what the fuck are you doing?” I spat on his cold palms. He simply gave me the infamous Black smile before pushing off of me to run a hand back across his neck.

“You know Potter I didn’t appreciate my brother and his friends ambushing me yesterday after practice” he spat in mere annoyance for the boy's little visit. Rolling my own eyes, I said “So what? I hadn’t had anything to do with it” pushing off the wall, my hands rolled my sleeves back down. The dark haired boy scoffed as if it was funny, as if I was missing something important so it meant it was about me. “The locket” was all he said.

I could feel my heart simply stop in my chest as it hit me. “No, no they didn’t bring it up to you?” hopefulness filling my voice. A small smile in contempt came to his face, “Obviously y/n. Something about a slytherin locket and asking about the whereabouts of who owned it. They showed me it, it’s an old heirloom about as old as most of the ones at my house,” pausing briefly to glance over at my face, drinking in every slight reaction. “I couldn’t identify it as any other pureblood families. Surely any respectable family would show off the piece. Yet here it is with you Potter, why?”

Black asked, he was just as curious as the boys and even though I knew I could trust him, as we were on good terms. He often reached out to ask about how Sirius was and we became good acquaintances despite my brothers’ concerns. Simply it wasn’t the time for the truth, at least not for this fifth year boy to try and comfort me. “Regulus I can’t tell you it’s personal really. I can’t even tell James or Lily. Just know I trust you enough that the second I’m ready I’ll come to you. I promise”.

Sighing in response he adjusted his book bag, the dramatic flare he had turned off “Fine, Potter but it was you in the Slytherin common room a week back, wasn’t it? It was reported to the the house prefects”. I seemed caught red handed, so I had to admit it. “Yes, I'll tell you why when the time comes, alright?”

∞

By the time dinner had long passed, I snuck into the kitchen through the pear portrait. All I wanted was a meal in peace and quiet but nothing is ever how you want it, as I stepped in the portrait a new black haired boy stood leaning up against the countertops with a infamous scroll in hand.

“Of course it's you Siri,” I said, “I know, I know but please just let me eat before you drag me off to James.”

He set the map down, now this felt like a set up. “Actually, y/n I just wanted to speak to you about something” he said, eyes turning down nervously to look at his hands. Now alarms went off in the back of my mind, me and Padfoot were as close as you could be given that we had to be around eachother a lot year round, but we hardly spoke outside of the group or alone at home.

He took in a deep breath as if this made him more nervous than me, “About this week, the locket- erm how do say this” he trailed off not managing to look my in the eye. “Come on, spit it out it's just us two”

“okay- okay, so the locket, it’s an heirloom. I don’t think I needed to spell it out, but it's a courtship gift” he said as I nodded, none of this was new knowledge to me. “..it’s not from Regulus, is it?” Sirius asked. Truly this was the last thing I expected him to say but he kept speaking rapidly as if I would disappear at any second. “If it is that's fine I know James might not agree but oh- it is him isn’t it” he says as you were at a loss of words. Finally speaking up, “no-” you said but he kept rambling, “it's totally okay if he is, I know you talk to him and are speaking privately. You can tell me if he’s courting you, I know you’re young and probably stressed over our Mom wanting to rush the plans and-” and before he could continue you yelled out “STOP”, not bothering to politely stop his endless speech. “We are seriously not having this conservation Sirius, it's not him”

And did that shut him up, you walked towards the back of the kitchen ruffling through the pantries to put together a dinner plate. He stood silently glancing at the outline of them, “If it was him, you know I’d be okay with it as long as he’s treating you right”.

“Thanks Siri, but seriously me and Regulus is not going to happen” I said.

“Oh thank Godric, I was so stressed out about you marrying into the Blacks.”

A/N: Any interactions like reblog or even commenting help so much, truly anything is supper appreciated because I’d love for my writing to reach more people

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hi! can you please write something about comforting kieran when he’s injured? i was watching the game last night and it broke my heart seeing him like that, i just wanted to hug him! thank you in advance! have a great day/night <3

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Hamstring.

You knew as soon as Kieran went down. There isn't a doubt in your mind that it was his hamstring, you've seen it too many times before with his teammates. Your greatest fear, aside from an ACL injury. An injury like that takes so long to heal. You don't want to imagine the mental and physical scars it will carve out in your boyfriend.

Kieran's cry of pain still echoes in your ears minutes later. The match must go on, and once the Scotsman is subbed off play quickly resumes. You find it hard to focus on the action, instead replaying that moment in your mind. Kieran went down almost directly in front of you. His shout was audible above the gasps of the crowd. You wish you hadn't insisted on sitting so close- the pain in his voice will haunt you for months.

You sit through the rest of the match, though you barely pay attention. Your phone is glued to your palm whilst you wait for any crumb of news, regardless of the source. No one says a peep- not many people care all that much about a loanee anyway. You stew in your seat, picturing all the ways this could go wrong for him.

Why does something like this always happen just as he's settling in? Kieran had just found his stride at Sociedad, finally clicking with the team and opening up chances during matches. Last week's assist is proof of the leaps and bounds he has made since his arrival- and now this. A year ending injury, one that will set him back months. Your heart yearns to see him, to comfort and fret over him. To tell him it will be alright as you run your fingers through his too-short hair, butchered by the first barber he'd tried in Spain. You want him to know you'd give your own hamstring if it meant he could play his next match.

Though having you hover over him isn't what Kieran needs right now. And even if it was, it would not matter. You're forced to wait until the match ends and the fans begin to filter out, stuck helplessly in your seat. Only then are you allowed to flash the pass hanging around your neck that allows you access to the tunnels. Even then you're escorted to the medical suite, not to be left unattended lest you spill some crucial secret about the team. Your heart skips as you blindly follow the fluorescent vest of the security staff.

"He's just up here," the slender, dark haired woman says in surprisingly smooth English. "I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." She smiles and gestures down the hall. Clinical, white hospital light seeps out from the gap between the door and jamb, spilling onto the polished concrete floor of the hall.

"...doesn't look good. The sort of pain you're still feeling usually means months, possibly surgery. We'll know more with a scan."

You hover outside the door you're left at, listening to the medical staff debrief Kieran. You hear a faint shuffling of paper, and a rough pat that sounds like whoever it is has tried consoling Kieran by clapping his shoulder. You know better than anyone that he doesn't need pity.

"Support will be critical during this time. Having someone nearby to help boost your morale will help the healing process."

"I have someone," Kieran murmurs. His complacency nearly breaks your heart. He knows as well as you how long the road recovery will be.

"Good, keep them as close as possible. You'll need to stay off your feet for at least a few days until we can fully evaluate your condition. I will see you Monday, yes?"

"Yes, Monday. I'll stay off of it until then… Gracias."

Knocking softly, you push gently on the swinging door. Kieran doesn't look up but the sole staff member does, offering a polite smile. "He will recover," the salt and pepper haired man says, his Spanish accent thick. "It will take time but he should be back."

"Thank you. Do you still need him, or can I sit with him?"

The man gestures to the seat he vacates before gathering his things and leaving the room. Kieran doesn't glance up, too busy staring at a speck on the wall opposite the padded physio table he's propped up on. His eyes are empty, devoid of the spark you seek. His kit shorts are hiked up to expose his injured leg, which sits propped on a firm pillow to prevent the swelling becoming unmanageable. Where his top has gone you don't know, but the sensors stuck to his chest indicate his heart is surprisingly steady despite the blow to his psyche.

"Hey, pretty boy."

Kieran doesn't look up. His fingers twitch so you know he's aware of your presence. For now, that is enough.

Words are meaningless at a time like this. Actions speak louder than any condolences you can offer your boyfriend. Empty promises mean nothing, nor do sweet, loving words. So you sit on the backless rolling stool and wheel around to his side, laying your head on his bare, still slightly sweat-sticky chest and listen to the thump of his heart.

A heavy sigh rattles through Kieran. It is rife with barely concealed emotion, a sob caught in his throat. You read him like a book because you've been down this road with him more than once. At Celtic you supported him when he broke his jaw, as you did at Arsenal with his shoulder, and as you will now at Real. You will not allow him to become trapped in his head; you will drag him out of the murky depths kicking and screaming if you have to. Because you know in a few months time, when he's back on his beloved pitch and has a ball at his feet, he'll thank you then, regardless of how strongly he resists along the way.

"What's the prognosis?" You murmur some time later. Facts only. No 'I'm sorry' or heartfelt 'you'll pull through' bullshit. Kieran needs objectivity. Having everything laid out for him helps him attack the problem head on.

"Need a scan to be sure, but probably surgery." Kieran's voice lacks any of its usual charm. It falls flat, the edges of his accent you love so much dulled by pain and disappointment. His words scratch at your eardrums, like they were flash-frozen in his throat. You trace swirls on his chest between the sensors. His skin is hot, a symptom of his heightened stress. You lay your hand flat, trying to level out his temperature.

"Well, nothing we haven't gotten through before. It might not be so bad. Normally they always exaggerate after the match, give you the cautious evaluation to be safe. You know how these things go."

"Yeah. I know."

"Whatever happens, I'm staying. You don't have to worry about that. Just put your energy into healing."

Kieran is quiet then. The clock on the wall ticks away the seconds. You realize somewhat belatedly that Kieran now stares at his offending leg. He's zeroed in on it, as if he can heal himself through willpower alone. It would be adorable… if it weren't depressing.

And that simply won't do. Kieran doesn't move or question you when you begin hunting for something to cover up his lower half. You check under the table, in each cabinet until eventually you stumble upon a clean white sheet wrapped in plastic. You throw away the wrapping, unfold it and lay it over him without a word before resuming your vigil at his side.

Once his concentration is broken, Kieran finally finds it in himself to look at you. His red rimmed eyes are puffy. His hair sticks up every which way from how he's been tugging on it. The folded over tape on his wrists sticks to your palm when you stop him as he reaches up to tug again.

"You'll be much less pretty if you're bald," you murmur, turning his hand over to kiss his fingertips. You then slide your hand into his, offering comfort and a silent reassurance to stand by his side through this roadblock. "I much prefer you with hair, even if it's too short for me to enjoy properly."

The huff of air that passes through his nose is close enough to a laugh that you chalk it up as a small win. You'll take what you can get today; you fear pushing too hard for normalcy will cause him to shut down and close you out.

Kieran doesn't speak. The quiet permeates your thoughts as your mind drifts over what appointments you'll need to shift around to be home with him more. You don't care what your job has to say about it; it isn't like you need it anyway. It's just something to fill the time when Kieran is away, and if he's home more you don't need it. If your employer isn't willing to be flexible, then neither are you. Kieran is a non negotiable in your life- he comes first. Always has and always will.

"I'll miss the international break. Won't be able to make that for sure." You hum, encouraging Kieran to continue rather than bottle up his thoughts. "We'll qualify for the Euros and I won't be there to celebrate. The lads will, too- with Robbo in charge there's no way we don't make it through."

You feel obligated to remind him of the facts, "You'll still be there though. Maybe not on the pitch but you can attend camp, even if you're sidelined. They've let you in the past, and as long as you follow the recovery plan Arsenal and Real set out for you, I don't see why either of them would have a problem with you going."

Kieran's arm settles around your shoulders. Another small step forward. He's accepting your help. Maybe without realizing it, but he's subconsciously admitting that he needs you.

"I don't want to miss out," Kieran admits a minute later. "Like I know I can't play, but… I don't want to miss out on the celebrations. I can still go out and get pished with the lads, I don't need to stay holed up in Spain on my own. I can still be there and support my team."

You know where this trauma stems from- last time something like this happened, Kieran was denied travel and wasn't able to support his national teammates in Scotland. It crushed him to watch from his sofa in London, even more so when they lost and he couldn't be there to comfort them. He called Robbo afterwards, but being a face on a screen doesn't have the same effect as a physical hug does when it comes to comforting a friend.

"You'll be there, Kieran. I know you'll focus on yourself for now. You have a few weeks to rest up and gain some fitness. If you do that, they'll clear you for travel and you can be there for your mates, yeah? You'll be the loudest one in the stands, making sure they can hear you. They'll pull through for you Key, they always do."

Finally, Kieran sighs. It doesn't seem like much, but his shoulders relax and touch the table. That alone is enough for you to know he's calmed down enough to allow reason to rule instead of blind panic. Tension no longer creases his brow. The knuckles of his free hand are no longer white. The thin, pressed line of his mouth finally settles into something neutral, something you recognize.

Your smile is soft and quick. You hide it before his eyes crack open, searching yours for the strength he needs. You open yourself up and gladly offer him what he seeks. A squeeze of his hand and a barely perceptible nod do the trick for now. He is a flower whose delicate petals have been crushed under careless feet. You are the sun, coaxing him to rise. To fight against the odds and pick himself up.

Weakness is crippling in football. In most cases, the media would pick a player apart for picking up injuries the way Kieran has, like they're collector items. They would drag them through the mud, leveling wild accusations about glass bones and paper muscles. Whining about overpaid bench warmers and unreliable performances. Asserting that their mentality was to blame- because who wouldn't mind getting injured when you're still guaranteed millions of pounds a week?

But not Kieran- because even now, with his mind no doubt foggy from pain killers and worried about the fate of Scotland, he proves his character is worth respecting.

Kieran asks for your phone and picks a photo from the team's private photography website. You watch over his shoulder while he deliberately scrolls past the ones of him with the ball and lands on one of him in obvious pain, clapping for the home fans as he is lifted off the pitch. Pride blisters in your chest as he types out his caption, 'Proud of the boys for pulling through and bringing home those three points we need. I'll be back soon, better than ever 💙🤍'

You kiss the top of Kieran's head, "that's the Kieran I know and love. You'll be back, no matter what it takes."

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mistys-blerbz · 1 year

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Keep Your Eyes On Me • Chapter 22

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Mitchell!OC

Summary:

Elizabeth “Ghost” Mitchell is the daughter of what some would say is the most decorated Naval Captain. But when she is called back to North Island for a special mission she is forced to face her past loves, past hurts, and past losses.

Warnings:

violence, swearing, PTSD, war, mental illness & probably more

Word Count: 4,099

Status: 22/23

Cross Posted: A03 • Wattpad

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It was cold and it was wet. The sound of soft cries and whimpers could be heard as Elizabeth slowly drifted awake, feeling the cold wet floor against her bare skin. She looked around confused before realizing where she was. Was it all a lie? She was home… she was with her family. They knew she was alive. But instead, it was another cruel joke.

She slowly stood, covering her figure with her hands and wishing she was home. But alas. Her brain was a dick. She watched as her torturer walked through the door. His normal cold evil smirk was on his face as he came in to commit more war crimes. Her head hung low as he began, her screams ringing through the cell.

She jolted awake and her eyes immediately went to the time: 3:30 am. She sighed softly before letting out a startled groan at the happy kisses of Delta, the Doberman that Jake and Liz had adopted a few months ago. She gave the pup love before looking over at an open-mouthed snoring, mustached Jake Seresin. She smiled softly, leaning over and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before climbing out of bed. It was a normal routine for her: wake up from trauma, get comforted by Delta, then head downstairs to write in her journal and do her normal bible study.

She wasn't sure how much time passed. She just noticed the fact that Jake was making his way downstairs earlier than normal. He walked over to her and kissed her softly.

“You know, I think I should have pulled an all-nighter. Wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” He moved to the kitchen counter to put a pot of coffee on.

“Why’s that? You know I like cooking for you.”

“Well yeah, but I wanted to do it for you today. Besides it's your birthday today.” He looked back at her, observing the confused look on her face as she picked up her phone to look at the date.

July 29, 2021. Her 35th birthday.

“Please tell me there isn’t something big planned…”

“No, don't worry, I didn't plan anything,” he hummed as she stood. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently gripped her waist before leaning down and kissing her again. The two had a soft morning before both got ready to head to the north island. Elizabeth had taken the role of a TOPGUN instructor. This would be her second session of classes. Her first graduating class was definitely a trial from God. It made her realize how much of a brat she was when she was their age. It also made sense why her father was kicked out so quickly.

She stood in front of the giant picture of Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazanski. Day one of being an instructor. She had been told she would be a good school teacher, but people always implied children under the age of 18. Not a bunch of 20-year-olds. She sighed softly before walking over to the water fountain. She sipped the water before standing up straight and raising an eyebrow at the pilot that suddenly appeared, leaning against the wall next to her.

“May I help you, lieutenant?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, miss,” the boy started. “Was wondering if you were doing anything later. Saw you around and thought someone as good-looking as you would look good on someone as good-looking as me,” the man said confidently.

Elizabeth recognized the boy from the file of students. She wasn't happy in that moment to not be in normal uniform but professional civilian clothes instead. The boy had blonde hair and blue eyes. Honestly, his confidence and cocky attitude reminded her of a young Jake. However Jake had much better game.

“Wow, charming,” she mumbled before walking off and shaking her head. She walked into Warlock's office who gave her a soft smile. She saluted and he told her to be at ease.

“You look nice today.”

“What is it with pilots inevitably embarrassing themselves in front of their instructors without knowing they are doing so?”

“It's an inevitable hazard of TOPGUN.”

“I mean my father full-on flirting with one of his, Jake throwing my dad out of a bar, and then me. HAH! Well, you know that story well,” she said, rubbing her face. She grew red thinking about the time she was a complete idiot in front of the man in front of her. Warlock smiled softly as he stood.

“I would ask which one of your lucky students you are referring to but I'm sure once inside, I will find out, shall we?”

She smiled and nodded, following him down the hallway to a room oh so familiar. She listened as a familiar voice explained what was happening. Coyote was one of the instructors now that he had a blooming family. Elizabeth walked through the door, her bale flats not being very dramatic but still. She turned to face the group, smirking lightly at the embarrassed face of Prince.

As the class went on and she explained different tactics and ways of survival, it was obvious the group of kids didn't understand how easy it was to be trapped.

“Lt. Mitchell,” said one of the girls.

“Ghost. Yes, Matchstick?”

“I'm sure I'm not the only one who has heard of you stealing an enemy fighter-”

“Bro, why have an instructor teach us about this when she's not even gonna fly?” one of the girls said to the guy next to her quietly causing them to chuckle.

Coyote moved forward to defend her but one look at the smirk on her face told him to back off. What was it with these kids and challenging their instructor?

“Well, I think that I'm done for the day. If you have questions for me, you can come up and ask. As for the rest of you, I think you’re itching to get in the air.” She stepped to the side, walking over to Warlock, who observed the aviators as they excitedly got out of the room. One or two staying behind to ask questions to Elizabeth.

“I'm sorry, Matchstick, I didn't get to answer your question.”

“I was wondering what it was like flying the su-57,” she said with a smile. “I know that has nothing to do with why you are instructing us but, I've heard 6th gens are magical.”

“It's like flying on ice. I wish I was able to fly it under different circumstances. Would have been fun to see all she could do.”

After answering a few other questions, the room was empty except for Coyote, Warlock, and Ghost. The young woman thought about the words her students had said as she looked over at Warlock.

“Ghost, I think it would be good for you to suit up. Day one of training, as you know, includes some surprises.”

“That sounds like a lovely idea,” she said with a grin.

Elizabeth remembered the faces she got when back in the classroom the next day. They listened way more closely to what she needed to teach.

“Happy birthday to you!”

“Cha cha cha!”

“Happy birthday to you!”

“Cha cha cha!”

“Happy birthday Ghost Mitchell~ Happy birthday to you!!!”

She watched as her new batch of students plus Jake and some others presented her with a gorgeous cake with sparklers and a big 35 on it.

“Awwwwww~ I thought I said I didn't want you planning anything,” Liz said before blowing out the candles causing the kids to cheer.

“I didn't. Our class did,” Jake said with a wink causing her to chuckle. He had decided to move on to being a TOPGUN instructor as well in order to be closer to Liz.

With her instructing, she was still able to fly occasionally for the Navy. Warlock was gracious enough to allow it. Besides, her and Jake as a team was certainly an effective way of teaching. She loved her family at TOPGUN. But when she wasn't there, she did some offhand work with NASA. And when she wasn’t working at NASA, she had taken over Pa’s shop. Ma had passed away while she was captured, and Pa was in the hospital for newly developed cancer. So it was the least she could do.

She kept herself as busy as possible. It was one of the things that helped her with her mental state. Sure, it probably wasn't the healthiest but she didn't want to completely shut down or hurt the ones around her.

Gong on leave was always nice. This time, Jake was taking her home again to see his family for Thanksgiving. The heavy snow of Amarillo, Texas was comforting. It reminded her of the Wyoming snow she grew up on. It wasn’t the first time she had been down to the family ranch. The first time was during Christmas of last year. She and Mr. Seresin hadn't gotten along very well. But after an unfortunate event where the two were stuck out in the wilderness, she proved that she was capable of meeting his impossible standards.

Liz nodded at the older man who only gave her a nod back in mutual respect. The house was swarming with Seresin’s. The kids ran around with Jake running after them. Liz hung out in the kitchen with Mama Seresin and the girls, holding one of the babies on her hip as she put a pie in the oven. She let the baby down to run off with his siblings before walking to the bar and getting a drink so she could hide in the corner. She felt safest in corners. She could read the room. She made note of exits and who had a weapon on their hip. That was one thing she enjoyed about Texas. She could carry and nobody would bat an eye.

After dinner was done, everyone went to the living room to watch the football game. She stayed in the kitchen to clean up. The shouting and general uncomfortableness of meeting extended family made her not want to leave the comfort of the warm, sweet smelling kitchen. She felt strong arms wrap around her waist as soft kisses were placed on her clothed shoulder.

“Hey, I wanna show you something,” Jake said softly. She looked over her shoulder at him. His big green eyes made her melt a little as she nodded.

She followed him outside, slipping her boots on and slipping her cowboy hat on her head. They walked to the barn and tacked up some horses. The snow hadn't stopped falling. The two rode through the forest, Jake with a rifle on his back in case there were any lions about. The ride was peaceful. She appreciated he knew when her social battery had depleted. And his family was rather animated.

“Your nieces and nephews love you so much,” she hummed, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yea? They're cute, aren't they… little trouble makers but that's what uncles are for,” he said with a laugh. They turned a corner and in the distance, there was a quiet cabin. The inside was already all lit up as Jake stopped, causing her also to stop her own horse.

“What is that?”

“The thing I wanted to show you,” he said with a grin, his tan hat covered in white snow. She smiled back at him. “I figured you needed a little getaway.”

“First one there is the better pilot,” she said with a cackle, immediately pushing her horse to move.

“Hey!!” Jake called out from behind her as the cold air hit their faces racing fast towards the cabin. Elizabeth climbed off her horse as Jake slowed his horse down. She watched as Jake climbed off his horse, a small smile growing to a laugh as Jake chased after her. The two horses looked at one another before slowly walking towards the small stable that had about 4 heated stalls. Jake tackled her to the snow causing her to scream and laugh before she flipped them, pinning him down.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Seresin,” she said with a snort. She climbed off of him, doing a little ‘I won’ dance.

He laid there observing her with a grin before climbing up off the ground to follow her to the stable to undress the horses. Once that was done, Jake began walking to the cabin. Suddenly, a snowball hit the back of his head. He paused before turning. There was a certain glint in his eye that Elizabeth hadn’t seen before. She gasped then ran for cover.

“Oh ho ho, you are messing with the wrong cowboy,” he said, really letting his mostly hidden southern drawl out. This caused her to squeal as she quickly made more balls to throw. Running from cover to cover, the two fought for what had to be a good half an hour before they were too cold to stay outside. The two love birds laughed and stumbled inside. “Go get changed. I’ll start up the fire,” Jake instructed.

“Yes commander,” she hummed back causing him to smile a little more, if possible. She padded into the bedroom, noticing some of her clothes already there. He must have been planning this already. Made sense why the lights were on. Once dressed, she walked back out as he walked in to change into warm dry clothes himself.

The two eventually settled on the couch in front of the fire, snuggling to keep warm as they just chatted about anything and everything. After a moment, they sat in silence as Jake flipped through the channels on the tv. Liz looked up at him. Her eyes wandered over every detail of his face. She leaned up kissing his lips softly, her hands rubbing at his chest. He stopped clicking through channels. She kissed him a little deeper before shifting to straddle him once again.

“What are-” he mumbled against her lips.

“Shh” she hummed, opening her eyes to look into his. “I-” kiss “love-” kiss. His hands gripped her waist tightly before closing his eyes, savoring the soft kisses she was giving him. “you-” kiss.

As she whispered softly, his hands moved to her hips in order to pull her closer. He opened his eyes, slowly searching every inch of her face before the two crashed their lips together again, soft desperation now unleashed.

They were finally truly alone and comfortable again. Sure they had kissed, and intimately kissed. But there seemed to be a brick wall that kept them, or her, from moving forward. She was terrified that she would wake up and nothing would be real. That Jake wasn’t real. As they kissed, things got more and more desperate. Clothes were being flung from place to place and suddenly, they were on their floor. Jake kissed and bit and gnawed on her neck, then her chest, then her breasts.

It was almost overstimulating as they touched and loved one another. Neither of them could get enough as their moans rang through the warm cabin. Their intimacy was passionate and deep. They went until they were both too tired to continue before falling asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning was soft. Elizabeth stretched frowning when she didn't feel Jake next to her. She peaked her eyes open to see that he in fact wasn't there. She sat up, using the blanket to cover her bare chest. She slowly got out of bed, struggling a bit to walk but smiling a bit at the thought of the night before. Still wrapped in her blanket, she waddled her way to the living room kitchen area. The smell of breakfast filled the air. She got excited, expecting to turn the corner and see Jake, only to see nobody but the plate on the table with a note. She walked over to the plate that was still steaming and picked up the note, smiling softly at the doodles before opening it.

My dearest love, goddess of the sky and ghost of the earth, I have gone to gather more wood so my fiery queen can stay warm. I shall be back in a few.

She shook her head at the note, laughing lightly before sitting and eating her food. She watched the news as she waited for Jake to come back to the cabin. Some time passed and she got up to stoke the fire a bit before peaking outside. She was beginning to worry that he hadn't come back yet. She made two cups of coffee before slipping on her boots, being sure to make sure the blanket was wrapped around her tightly before braving the cold sunny outside. She took a peek into the stable in case he was there and noticed one of the horses was gone.

Luckily, she heard the distant thumps of an ax hitting a log and decided to follow the sound of that. After a little bit of walking, the sound stopped, making it a little bit harder to navigate. However, she made her way to the small clearing where it was obvious Jake had been cutting wood. He was nowhere to be seen but the horse was there rubbing his face against a nearby tree. She spotted footprints and followed them to a beautiful overlook where Jake was sitting on a log, looking over the valley. It reminded her a lot of the valley back at the reservation.

“You had your dearest goddess worried,” she called, causing him to jump before holding his chest and looking over at her.

“Well you just scared the living soul from my body,” he said. He looked up at her with a smile, making her smile back. She handed him his coffee.

“Here’s some coffee, warm you up,” she hummed before sitting down on the other log. She sipped her coffee as the town below began to come to life.

“You should be in clothes… honestly never knew I would say such a thing,” Jake hummed as he drank his hot beverage. Elizabeth snorted lightly, shaking her head.

“Why when I theorize you would just take them off of me again?”

“Aah, fair point.”

The two giggled at one another, feeling like little kids again. Liz eventually leaned over, laying her head on Jake's shoulder. The sound of the morning birds filled the air causing the beauty of the land to be enhanced.

“You know, I remember the day I lost you… you were right there. I was right there. But then you were gone. Me, Bradley, and Mav fought so hard for you. And when we got the news that you and John had been labeled as Killed in Action… I couldn’t face it. I almost didn't go to your funeral because I hated admitting that you were gone,” he said, his voice catching a bit as he spoke. Liz adjusted herself, resting her hand on his shoulder and setting the coffee down on the snowy ground so she could lift up Jake’s face. He looked at her, smiling softly.

“You don’t have to get into this if you don’t want to, my love,” she said softly, leaning in to kiss his forehead. He leaned into her touch before pulling away.

“It’s alright, sunshine. I want to,” he hummed. He then stood and walked in front of her to look over the horizon again. After a minute, he turned to look at her. “You have been the woman for me for a long time. I remember finding out we were going through aviation school together and feeling absolutely shocked. Who knew a one night stand would turn into a on and off friendship and rivalry. To be honest, I hated you for a while. It wasn’t until I caused us to crash that I understood you more. You were so guarded and only seemed to smile when Bradley was around. I realized that what I thought was hate was just misunderstanding. I didn’t truly hate you at all.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, unsure where he was going.

“To be fair, you were insufferable. I had never met someone as cocky and inconsiderate than you at the time,” she said bluntly, causing him to smutter out a laugh and shake his head.

“You know, I can’t argue with that one bit.” He rested his hands on his hips before continuing. “After a while, seeing you sit by yourself when Bradley graduated, me and Javy made it our mission to be your friends. And let me tell you, you… what was that movie quote… uh,” he stumbled, scratching his head. He was rambling. He probably sounded stupid. The light laugh of Elizabeth confirmed that for him. “I don't know what I’m saying…”

“Take your time, I wanna hear…” Liz cooed. She found this entirely amusing and adorable. Jake stood there for a while, before starting once again.

“Elizabeth… you are the love of my life. For a year, I tried to move on. I went on dates. Got set up on dates, and every time, all I could think about was how I had lost out on the perfect woman for me. I remember you had always talked to me about how you never wanted to get married. I think you were a little drunk when you told me you never thought you could be with someone because of how broken inside you were.”

She remembered this. Operation Desert Storm. His VFA and hers collaborated. It was the first time seeing him since graduating the academy. Her and a bunch of others drank until they couldn't anymore without giving themselves alcohol poisoning. It was a moment of weakness for her. Everyone was talking about their love lives and she let that little part of her mind escape through the cracks the alcohol had made in her brick wall.

“I remember thinking how there was so much more inside that beautiful head of yours. And that deep yearning in my heart that wanted to try and change that. To show you that you weren't alone and while you may have been broken, that didnt mean there isn't someone out there that could be there for you and love you for everything that you were.”

He walked closer and knelt in front of her, his hands fiddling with something before he pulled out the dark velvet green box. Liz looked at the box, eyes widening when she realized what was happening. She looked up at him. He had some tears in his eyes.

“I bought this that day that Javy bought his ring for Patricia… I couldn't help myself…” He opened the box, revealing the ring that was a distant memory.

“What are you doing…” she mumbled softly.

“I'm doing something that I wish I could have done so much sooner. I was too afraid of admitting my feelings for you for so long. And we always drifted apart. Elizabeth Bly Mitchell, you will forever be the only woman I want in my life. I've watched you grow, I've watched you hurt, and I've watched you thrive. If marriage is not what you want, I understand. At the very least, please take this ring as a promise that I’ll always be with you. Through thick or thin. Through happiness or despair. But I ask, will you marry me?”

Elizabeth looked down and saw the moss agate ring. Her heart was pounding. But she never had this much clarity in a moment before. They always say that you will know when you are with the one. And in that moment, it was like there was a giant neon sign that was telling her what to say.

She gently reached her hand out for him to slip the ring on. He looked up into her eyes as he slipped it on. She never knew she would be one of those girls who squealed when getting proposed to. It wasn’t until recently that she thought she would ever get married. But the squeal that left her lips was shocking. It was better when she tackled him and kissed him deeply, making him laugh against her lips. The two rolled around in the snow a little as they laughed before settling. She looked at her ring-adorned hand before looking back at Jake. He just smiled down at her before slipping his cowboy hat onto her head with a mischievous grin. She laughed more as the two decided the walk back would be too long to wait to have more… fun.

Authors note: one more chapter!! cant wait!

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