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How About a Nuke?

Part VIII / Part IX

(Completed) Series Masterlist

Cooper Howard x fem!reader, The ghoul x fem!reader A/N: PLEASE READ, we have reached the end of their journey and I am so sad/happy/excited about it. I don’t even know how to feel honestly. I just want to thank everyone who has commented, messaged or reblogged this story. Your kind words and funny little depressed memes have been really uplifting for me. I was actually considering just giving up on this blog when I posted the first chapter. I haven’t had much inspiration lately or interaction I feel like, and you all have helped reignite that spark within me. Summary: There’s something keeping you tied to Cooper Howard, an invisible string wrapped around you both. You’ve fought against it as long as you could but he’s not gonna let you fight for much longer.

It’s been a month and the bounty on her head gets bigger everyday. Normally the compound hires privately, they don’t like going through the agencies. He figures with Sylvie dead they’re struggling to find a new leader and they’re falling apart. Or they’re just desperate for her head on a stick.

He sees her face everywhere, crudely drawn images of her varying in their accuracy. In some she has a hat like his on, in others her nose is the wrong shape, or her eyes are all wrong. No one seems to have a good grasp on who she is. Out of curiosity and a strange need to know she’s still alive, he’s asked around.

There are different rumors as to where she’s hiding out. Some think she’s taken to hiding out in the caves near Filly. Anyone with half a brain knows that the area’s overrun by irradiated bears and other mutated freaks.

There are those that say they’ve seen her wandering through the sands. Following that lead had led him nowhere. He doesn’t know where she is and it’s driving him insane. She’s like a constant itch in the back of his mind that he just can’t scratch. Days and nights are spent thinking about her and he hates it.

He’s not sure what he’d do when he does find her. Whether he’d shoot her to repay the favor or just tie her up to keep her from leaving again. He’s conflicted on how he feels about her. He’s bothered that he feels anything towards her at all. And he knows that when she shot him, she was shooting to kill.

She had no way of knowing that he would heal from that bullet. She’d watched him bleed out on the ground and left him for dead. He was impressed, as much as he wanted to be mad, he was almost proud in a way.

Throughout their tumultuous lives and times together she’d always had to be guided by him. He’d shown her the ways of whatever world they were living in. She’d relied on him and he enjoyed it. The time had to come when eventually she wouldn’t need him anymore.

It’s outside of Filly that he finds the most accurate poster of her so far. She looks like she did in their first movie together. A proper outlaw, wanted all across the Wastelands for her crimes against a bunch of sick fucks. If he could kill Sylvie again, he would. He’d kill all of them.

Not that he’s condemning them because of what the compound’s doing. He’s dabbled in organ trade before, eaten people, he’s done a lot of fucked up shit. But he draws the line at trying to hurt her. He’s the only one who should be allowed to fuck with her.

He takes the poster down and whistles softly at the price under her name. It’s enough to keep him happy for a longtime. If he never wanted to take on another bounty he wouldn’t have to. Course, he was never in this for the money. A man’s gotta have something to entertain himself with at the end of the world.

He wonders if she’s even still alive. Maybe a Deathclaw got her a day after she left him behind. He could have walked past her corpse and never even known it. He folds the poster up and slips it in his bag. He doesn’t know why he bothers keeping it. Possibly because it’s the closest thing to her that he’s got, but he doesn’t feel like lingering on that thought for long.

He tugs his hat lower on his head and heads through the tunnel leading to Filly. He’s caused a lot of issues here over the years. Usually he kills most of the people who could identify him as an instigator, but he doesn’t feel like pushing his luck today. He needs more supplies and he knows Ma June won’t sell to him if he causes a fight beforehand.

It’s louder than normal today, more people rushing around. They’re all congregating around something in the center of the marketplace. He turns to the left, heading up the stairs to try and get a better look at what’s got everyone so excited.

“They found her!” A boy shouts, fidgeting in his spot next to him. He glances at him from under his hat and the boy pales before scurrying away from him. His lips turn up in a cruel grin and he finally gets a good look at what’s happening.

She’s kneeling in the middle of the marketplace, two Knights on either side of her. He’s more surprised by the fact that she actually has picked up a hat in her time away from him.

She seems to be playing into the outlaw routine more than he thought she would.

You’re embarrassed, honestly, that you let these two idiots capture you. Them and their useless little squires.

You’ve found odd jobs through the Brotherhood when they need assistance looking for relics of the old world. Though, you’re really not sure how much use a toaster oven can be to them, but they pay good money for it.

Once your bounty was posted and they figured out who you were, though, that stopped being useful. You can’t even hunt bounties because the agencies would just grab you and turn you over to the compound.

They clearly didn’t give a shit about women, you don’t get why they’re making this whole Sylvie situation such a big deal.

You had to bribe Ma June by buying some of her junk, but eventually she’d helped you find some work in Filly. The people here are stupid enough that they don’t recognize you when they see you. Most of them are high or drunk so the only thing you have to worry about is wandering hands and not stepping in the middle of their brawls.

From the patrons of the bar you hear stories about yourself. How you slaughtered the entire compound, even the children, which is so far from the truth you can’t help but scoff. Or how you apparently slept with a ghoul and you're carrying his mutant baby.

You don’t even know where they got that one from.

They also seem to think you wander through the sands, shooting anyone who gets in your way. It’s a comfort that no one seems to have caught onto you yet. But it’s also disheartening to know that all that’s left of civilization is a bunch of psychopathic idiots.

What happened to natural selection?

You know your stint in Filly is up when two Knights walk in, their squires struggling to carry their bags behind them. You pull your hat further over your head and duck behind the bar. You try to keep your back to them and let the old man, Marley, who runs the bar deal with them.

His shaky voice is cautious as he greets them, “What are Knights doing so far out here?”

One of their distorted voices rings out through the, now quiet, bar. “We got bored. Wanted to shoot some shit.”

You roll your eyes and focus on cleaning the cup in front of you. You spit into it, not enough water to properly clean it, and scrub at it with a stained towel. Marley hums, clearly displeased with the answer. You can hear his tottering steps approaching you and wince, praying he’s not going to do what you think he is.

He tugs on your shirt with a shaky hand and you slump forward in defeat. “Deal with these jackasses,” he mutters, taking drinks over to a different table.

You pour the only alcohol the bar has into two cups and keep your head down as you approach. “Heard that a woman took over for Knight Damien.”

One of them scoffs and shakes his armored head, “What the fuck is this world coming to?” You don’t know how they’re planning on drinking their liquor with the helmets on but you’re not going to ask stupid questions. You drop the cups in front of them, but your hand slips and one of them tips over into a Knight’s lap.

“I’ve got it, sire.” Their squire lunges forward and begins vigorously scrubbing their armor. Your face curls up in distaste and you’re about to walk away when a metal hand grips your wrist.

“Holy shit, it’s her!” Oh, you’re so screwed.

They’ve got a fucking leash on you, it’s humiliating. The scarred and dirt-covered faces of the citizens of Filly surround you. They’re all leering, shouting at you and begging the Knight’s to share in the bounty. But the Knight’s aren’t listening, they’re just congratulating each other.

“What do you think they’ll give us?”

One of them shoves their squire and he goes toppling into his large bag, feet flailing in the air. “Hopefully better fucking squires. I’m getting sick of this one’s stupid face.”

The squire kneels down and shouts in a shaking voice, “I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you, sire!” God, you really hate these people. You wished they would just shoot you. Having to sit here and listen to them talk was making your brain go numb.

The Knight’s distorted laugh rings out through his helmet. The other one glances over at you, “What do you think she did? I’ve never seen the compound this pissed off.”

“I dunno. Hey!” You know he’s talking to you, that they want an answer, you really don’t care to give them one. “What’d you do?” They stare at you for a moment and then he sighs when you don’t respond. He shoves his squire towards you and the kid goes stumbling over his feet. “Make her talk.”

He nods rapidly, head bobbing up and down. “Of course, sire.” Your hands twitch to your side and you give him a wicked grin as he approaches.

He’s debating going down there and trying to help her when the first shot goes off. He doesn’t even see it happen, he just watches as one of the squires drops to the ground.

Those who don’t want to get caught in the crossfire are quick to move away from the area, hiding in their shops or shoving past him to get through the tunnel. He heads down the stairs, taking his time and trying to figure out where the shot came from.

The second squire moves towards her and his head flies back, a hole between his eyes and his brains splattering across the ground. One Knight shoves the other one and points at their dead squire’s, “Did you not take her fucking gun?”

He’s been in those suits. He remembers how it felt, the power you get from being in them. How they make you feel like a big man. He also remembers how fucking slow they could be. She’s on her feet and running for cover before they can even start to grab her.

She dives behind a stall and tugs a knife out of her boot, sawing at the ropes around her wrists. He can’t reach her before the fighting starts. Someone in the remaining crowd shouts, “Grab her! Get the bounty!” And all hell breaks loose.

Someone runs at him and he shoots them before they can grab him. Shots start going off, the Knight’s mowing down anyone who tries to swoop in on their bounty. Everyone else is shooting blindly, just trying to get rid of the competition so they can claim her bounty as their own.

He ducks under the hail fire and slides next to her as she’s reloading her gun. She glances over at him and frowns, “Didn’t I kill you?”

He hears a shout and watches as some half-feral woman charges at them. She shoots her dead and turns back to him. He gives her a wry smile, “You want to do this now, sweetheart?”

She peers over her cover and surveys the chaos going on around them. She sighs and glances back at him, “Why aren’t you dead?”

He tugs one of his specially made bullets out of his bag and loads it into his gun. He lifts himself to his knees and aims at the weak spot on the Knight’s chest plate. They both watch as blood explodes out of the neck of the power armor, the Knight’s friend cussing as he watches him die.

“Next time,” she turns to look at him, “aim for the head,” he instructs. She glares at him before making her way to Ma June’s shop. He follows, not willing to let her out of his sight again, and she ducks behind the barrels of supplies in front of the shop.

“Clearly,” she winces as the Knight’s gun starts firing off again, “I’m not making it out of here on my own.” They dive to the side as bullets rip through the barrels they’re leaning against. They’re not gonna have cover for much longer.

He grins at her, “Sounds like you’re asking me for a favor, darling.”

The sounds of screams and bodies dropping is nearly deafening. A few feet away a bullet catches a man in the throat and he drops to the ground. They watch as he chokes on his blood and tries to claw his way to safety. Steps rapidly approach them and she turns to shoot a different man, his body dropping an inch away from them.

He turns back to her and his lips turn down, “After you tried to kill me? You want my help,” he laughs at her and she glares.

Before she can speak a voice rings out above them, “I got her!” He shoots at the woman on the upper level above them, half of her leg gets blown off and she tumbles over the railing, narrowly missing the pair.

He turns back to her, “You’re asking a lot, darling.”

“You’ve fucking shot me, twice. I’m not asking you for anything.” Her lips turn down in a sneer and she looks at him like the very sight of him disgusts her. “I don't need your help. I don't need you.” She glances back over her shoulder, surveying the gore and the bullets flying around them. She checks her gun and he sees just how little ammo she has left. “I’ll handle this myself.” She snaps the chamber of her gun closed and moves to get up. He grabs her wrist and yanks her back down, ignoring the angry expression on her face.

“Look, you might not want my help, but you need it, sweetheart. Just stay here.”

You watch as Cooper runs off, his guns firing before he’s even fully standing. You only wait a second before you’re running into Ma June’s and out her back door. She shouts at you as you barrel through her shop, knocking over her displays and shelves, but you can’t waste any time getting the hell out of dodge.

You’re surprised Cooper was stupid enough to think you would actually wait for him. The Knight’s had called for an air evac out of Filly and if you stay there any longer you’ll be back in the compound before you can blink.

You’ve spent a month evading them, you’re not about to let yourself get caught because of Cooper.

You can’t believe he’s not dead. It’s not like you’ve been losing sleep over killing him, but it’s been hard to cope with the fact that you killed the man that was once the love of your life. Seeing him again, though, you wished you had shot him in his smug face.

You’d forgotten, in the time apart, just how condescending he could be. He seemed to think you needed him to survive. You didn’t.

At best, he provided the comfort of company. Poorly.

Despite how much he undervalued you, you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You didn’t need him to save you. You would have figured your way out of there on your own, eventually. You’ve handled yourself a month in the Wastelands without him. You learned how to carve an existence for yourself out here and you did it without help.

You race into the woods beyond Filly, putting as much distance between you and the sounds of fighting as quickly as you can. The trees around you begin to shake, the ground vibrating and a swirl of dirt and leaves rises into the air and whips you in the face.

You look up and begin pushing yourself faster. One of the Brotherhood’s Vertibird’s is circling Filly. “This is not a hostile landing! Please remain calm!” You blame your distraction on the announcement.

You would have heard him coming up behind you if you hadn’t been listening to whatever the Brotherhood was saying. Rope loops around your arms and you’re yanked backwards. Your head thumps painfully hard against the forest floor, rocks scraping you as you’re dragged across the ground.

Cooper’s face appears over yours, a cruel smile on his lips. “Now, this seems awfully familiar.” He walks around you, boots straddling your waist and grabs you by the front of your shirt, yanking you back to your feet. “I thought I told you to stay put, sweetheart.”

You frown at him, shoving your leg up between his. He groans, doubling over while you shimmy out of the loose rope. “Honestly, after all the shit that’s happened you think I’m gonna listen to anything you say?” You step back from him, brushing the dirt off your clothes as best you can.

You sigh in frustration when you realize that when the Knight’s had grabbed you, you’d lost your supplies. Cooper looks up at you and scoffs, “Missing something?” You eye his bag on the ground and start to go for it. He pulls the hammer of his gun back and you glance towards him. You’d forgotten what a quick draw he could be.

He’s fully recovered now, eyes narrowed in on you and gun pointed right at your chest. “See, a bullet to the chest might not kill me, but I reckon it’ll do a hell of a lot of damage to you. Why don’t you back up for me, sweetheart?”

You let go of his bag and slowly back away from him. He keeps his gun trained on you and stoops down, throwing his bag back over his shoulder. Your eyes dart to the hat on his head and your lips curl up when you spot the hole you’d put in it.

Two hundred years and he’s kept that hat nearly pristine, you take no small amount of pride in being the one to ruin it.

“The Brotherhood will be swarming these woods in a few minutes. They’re not gonna be too happy about one of their Knight’s being dead. Come with me, I can help you out.”

You scoff, “Like I’ll ever trust you again. You’ve shot me, sold me, and left me for dead, Cooper.”

He huffs, eyes narrowing and lips curled in a sardonic grin. You can tell he’s getting pissed off. “The choice is yours,” he tucks his gun back in his holster and turns on his heels. You watch in surprise as he stalks away from you. You had fully expected him to put up more of a fight, it almost hurts that he left so easily again.

Then you hear the sounds of orders being shouted behind you. Metal creaking and stomping through the underbrush and you realize he hadn’t left but forced you between a rock and a hard place. You could follow him or let yourself get captured by the Brotherhood.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. You risk a glance over your shoulder and spot a rapidly approaching party of squires. You run in the direction Cooper went and find him leaning casually against a tree, a satisfied look on his face when he spots you. “Don’t say a word,” you warn, shoving past him.

He glances at her from across the fire and finds himself feeling almost at ease for the first time in a month. It’s been a while since he’s looked up to actually find her staring back at him. She might look like she wants to kill him, but she’s here.

“You have to admit, we make a pretty good team, darling.”

She gives him an unimpressed look, “Yeah, Cooper, we’re so great at murdering people.” She looks over to the dead bodies of the raiders they’d stolen this camp from and shakes her head. “I forgot how much death you surround yourself with.”

“I surround myself with? Might I remind you, you fired the first shot, sweetheart.” Granted, he had shoved her out of her hiding spot and given her no choice about it.

Her head shoots up and she glares at him, “You made me!” She opens her mouth and he grins. He enjoys provoking her like this. Even if the last time he had she’d shot him because of it, but it’s fun to rile her up. She always gets so pissed off, it entertains him to no end.

To his disappointment, she closes her mouth and shakes her head, choosing not to engage with him. He sighs and rips off a piece of jerky. “When did you turn into such a wet fucking blanket?”

Her eyes flare with anger, despite that, he can hear how hurt she really is. “Maybe when you sold me!”

He tilts his head and runs his tongue over his teeth, “You ever gonna let that go? I told you it was a mistake. How was I supposed to know they were gonna breed you like a prize pig?”

She scoffs, the noise high pitched and shocked. She shakes her head and stares at him with wide eyes, “You are unbelievable.” He shrugs and takes a swig from the flask he’d stolen off one of the raiders. He’s not sure how they make their alcohol, or if they trade for it, but it’s fucking disgusting. He frowns at the flask and drains the rest of it before tossing it into the woods behind him.

She sighs and runs a hand over her face, her voice tired as she asks, “What’s the plan here, Cooper?”

He picks at his teeth and shakes his head, “With what?”

She leans against the log behind her and gestures at herself. “With me. What, are you going to wait for me to pass out so you can tie me up and send me back to the compound? I’ve seen the price on my head. I know how valuable I am to everyone in the Wastelands.”

He doesn’t know why what she’s saying bothers him so much but it does. “You really think I’d send you back there?”

Her face is devoid of anything as she responds, “Why wouldn’t you?”

It’s the bluntness with which she asks that, that bugs him. Like there’s no other possibility but him betraying her. Taking advantage of her while she was vulnerable and weak and then handing her over to the people who want her dead. He wouldn’t do that to her.

He didn’t go through all this fucking trouble to find her just to lose her again. He wants to tell her as much but she’s on her feet and grabbing her bag before he can. “Look, I appreciate the help today, but I’m not interested in starting this partnership back up again. I think it’s better if we just part ways.”

He whips his gun out before he can think about what he’s doing. She freezes, still bent over and eyes his gun warily. “I’m afraid that’s not an option, darling.” He can’t let her leave again. And maybe this isn’t the best way to go about it, but he doesn’t know how else to stop her.

“You gonna shoot me, Cooper?” She whispers, her own hand twitching for the revolver at her side. He stands up and grabs her wrists, ignoring the way she struggles against him. He binds her hands with his rope and he sits back down,

“I’m not gonna turn you in and I’m not gonna shoot you. But you’re not getting out of here that easy, sweetheart.”

Her eyes narrow in on his, her fists clenched tightly in anger. “I killed two men with my hands bound today. What’s stopping me from killing you?”

He shrugs, “Nothing. There’s nothing stopping you, just like there’s nothing stopping me. But I’m not killing you, am I? See,” he leans forward, “I’ve fought too hard and spent too much time looking after you to just let you go now. We’re in this together, whether you want it or not.”

Her lips split in a sneer and she throws herself down on the log. “You’re all the fucking same. You treat me like a goddamn dog that needs to be beat into submission. I’m not some misbehaving pet, Cooper!” Her eyes well up and her voice breaks, “You don’t get to just leash me and expect me to be okay with it.”

“I’m under no illusions that you’re happy here, sweetheart.” He runs a hand down his face and she shakes her head in disbelief.

“Then just let me go,” she’s bordering on begging now and his chest squeezes the longer she stares at him with those pleading eyes of hers. It’s not something he’s familiar with, this feeling, this longing for her to just shut the fuck up and stop making this so damn difficult for him.

“I can’t,” he mutters, wanting her to just drop it.

“Why not?” She snaps, dropping any pretenses of trying to get him to sympathize with her.

He surges forward and grabs her by the jaw. Her eyes widen in shock and he smashes their lips together, teeth clashing painfully. There’s nothing gentle or sweet about this kiss. Her teeth are ripping into his scarred lips until the taste of copper is spreading on his tongue. He groans, digging his fingers into her cheeks until her lips part.

His tongue probes against hers, the taste of his blood spreading into her mouth as well. She whimpers, the noise stirring something in him he’d forgotten about. There’s an old desire bubbling in him that’s making him blind to the rest of the world. He wants her, more than he ever wants to admit.

He’s wanted her for a long time before this and they both know it. How hard he’s fought against it, against moments like these. He didn’t think he was still capable of this feeling, this desire for her. But it’s consuming. She’s ruining him, running him in circles until he thinks he’s going insane.

But it’s not the same gentle passion it once was. It’s as twisted as he’s become. The desire to possess, consume, covet until she’s his and only his to do with what he wants. His teeth dig into her, letting her blood overcome the taste of his own. He groans, his free hand grabbing her waist and yanking her closer.

She tastes so much sweeter than he does, he wants to rip a chunk of her off and eat her whole. He’s so distracted he doesn't even notice her pulling out her gun until he’s shooting back from her. He lands roughly on the forest floor and groans, hands clutched over the bleeding hole in his gut. Pain radiates through his abdomen and he rolls onto his side.

He looks up at her in shock. She’s spitting their blood onto the ground, her bound hands wiping at her lips. “Asshole,” she mutters. She tucks her gun back in her holster and looks over at him.

His eyes are wide in disbelief as he struggles to sit back up. The movement causes another wave of pain and he hisses through gritted teeth, “You shot me!”

She rolls her eyes and gives him a blank look, “You’ll live.” He limps back to his own seat and lifts his shirt, watching as the hole closes over slowly and the blood stops leaking. She watches as he heals and sighs, “Unfortunately.” He tugs it back down and sighs at the state of his shirt.

“My shirt won’t.” He digs a finger into the hole and tugs on it, watching as it rips wider. Two hundred years he’s kept these clothes, she ruins them in a month. Un-fucking-believable.

“Sew it,” she gripes, still wiping at her mouth. “I can’t believe you just fucking kissed me,” she frowns and spits again, bits of crimson lingering on her lips.

He sighs and leans back against the tree. “Felt right in the moment.” It did, he wants to do it again. They’re even now, they’ve both shot each other twice. No reason for her to shoot again.

He wants to feel the way she shivers against him and moans into his mouth. She can be pissed all she wants but she kissed back, she can’t deny that. He’s sure if she wasn’t tied up she’d be a bit more receptive to him. Or maybe she just needs time to cool off after the whole compound incident, a month seems like a reasonable amount of time. Then again, women are so damn unreasonable.

She tugs a knife out of her boot and positions it between her knees. She places it between her wrists and saws at the rope until it falls free. She slides the knife back in her boot and tosses the ruined rope at him.

He catches it with a sigh and glances up at her. “Why didn’t you do that earlier?”

Her eyes are alight with a challenge, “I wanted to see if you would let me go yourself.” Well, clearly, he had failed her little test. “I wanted to see if there was even a possibility I could ever trust you again.”

He gives her an unimpressed look, slightly pissed off about his shirt. He never should have taught her how to shoot. If he’d known it would come back to bite him in the ass he wouldn’t have. “And?”

She gives him a disbelieving look and shakes her head. “And instead of letting me go, you kissed me.“ She throws her hands up in astonishment and glares at him. “Why the hell would you think that was a good idea?”

He smirks and revels in the way she shivers at the sight. “Well, darling, I’ve always been better with actions not words.”

“Yeah,” her voice is a challenge, eyes hard and jaw clenched tightly in frustration. He loves the sight of her all riled up. He loves it even more knowing he’s the one getting her like this. “What were you trying to tell me with that little display?”

He doesn’t answer her question, not wanting to just yet. “You liked it, didn’t you?” Her mouth snaps shut and she looks away from him. He laughs, leaning back and giving her a smug look. “You can be pissed off at me as much as you want, sweetheart,” the nickname rolls off his tongue like a taunt and she sneers at him. “But you want me just the same as you used to.”

“Do you like hurting me? Is that why you keep me around? You’ve been alone for two hundred years, Cooper. And for the majority of them you’ve harbored this hatred for me because you thought I had abandoned you just like everyone else.”

Her words strike a place deep inside him that has him on edge. She knows what she’s doing. He’s forgotten, in his time with her, that in the same way he can get under her skin, she can do it too. She knows him just as well, she’s just always been the better half of their duo. She never feels the need to stoop to the level he does. But she’s doing it now and it feels like a kick in the teeth.

“And I’m the only one that’s actually stuck by you.” She laughs, but there’s an underlying pain to it. She looks away from him and wipes at her cheeks and his fists clench within his gloves. “Is this your revenge? You think by torturing me you get back at everyone whose ever fucked you over. I’m sick of it, Cooper. I’m not gonna let you use me anymore.”

“I feel for you,” he forces the words out. He doesn’t want to tell her this. He shouldn’t have to tell her this. She should just stick with him, it’s what they’d always done, it’s how it always should be. Them, together. But she’s fighting against that, against him, so much that he doesn’t have a choice.

She’s backed him into a corner he doesn’t know how to get out of. “In a way I haven’t in a very long time. I can’t let you go. Don’t you get that, sweetheart? We’re in this together.”

She shakes her head and he sighs. “No,” she looks at him and just shakes her head again. “No, you don’t love me, Cooper, or you don’t want me at least. I’m not the same girl I was, that’s what you’re after. That idea in your head, of us together, that’s who I was. You were right, the Wastelands changes you. I can’t be her for you and I don’t want to be.”

He chuckles and she shrinks away from the sound in suspicion. “Newsflash, darling, I’m not the same man. I loved you a long time ago, sweetheart, but I’m not capable of that anymore. Not for the girl you were, anyway.”

She nodded, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked like she accepted the answer, but he could see beyond that, could see that she thought he was rejecting her. It hurt, she could hate him as much as she wanted, but that still hurt her. “Good,” she muttered, “she’s gone.”

“Well, good.” She shrank further into herself and he grinned. “You. You as you are now. That’s what I want. I don’t give a shit about who we were, the only person I’ve wanted since I’ve been out here has been you. You’re the only person I’ve met who can actually keep up with me. I don’t give a shit if anyone in this godforsaken Wasteland lives or dies, but I give a shit about you. You’re also the only one who can knock me on my ass.”

Her eyes darted to the hole in his shirt and a small grin came over her lips. “Haven’t been shot a lot, have you, cowboy?”

“No,” he chuckles again and grins at her, “I haven’t. Though, I am still pretty pissed about the hole in my hat.”

Her tone loses a bit of her playfulness and she glares at him, “You more than earned that.”

He acquiesces and holds up his hands in surrender, “Maybe.” She scoffs at that and rolls her eyes. “But I think we’re even now.”

“Barely,” she mutters, rubbing at the bruises on her wrists. She glances up at him and sighs, a surrender in her eyes. “But, it’s close enough now.”

He stands up and she eyes him warily as he throws himself down on the log next to her. He holds out a hand, “What do you say, darling, partners?”

She sighs and stares at his hand for a long time. He doesn’t mind, he leaves it there, hovering between them. He knows she’ll take it. “Deny it as much as you want but this is how it’s meant to be. You can keep fighting it or save us both some time.”

She reaches forward and tentatively wraps a hand around his, she uses it to yank him forward, their faces separated by an inch. “Shoot me again,” she whispers, “and I won’t miss the next time I knock you on your ass.”

“Oh shit,” you jump at the kickback on the rifle and nearly drop it to the ground. Cooper laughs and reaches around you, taking it from you.

“Maybe I should have started you off with something with a little less kick to it.” He props the rifle against the tree and glances over to the cans you’d been shooting at. Well, you’d gotten one out of five at least.

In all fairness this was the first time you’d ever handled a gun, you’re sure you’re doing fine for a beginner. He sucks on his teeth and looks at your targets. The serious look on his face cracks and he’s clearly trying to fight off laughing.

You shove at his shoulder, smiling, “Shut up. I’ve never used one of these things before.”

He picks the rifle back up and starts laughing now, “You mean a gun?”

You throw your arms in the air in defeat and slump into the patio chairs he’s dragged to the back of the cabin. “This is pointless, anyway.” He cocks the rifle and lifts it up to aim properly. In quick succession he knocks the remaining four cans off the fence. You roll your eyes at him, “Show off.”

He smiles and takes a seat next to you. You remain silent for a while, gazing across the yard and to the towering mountains across from his cabin. You appreciate him inviting you here. When you’d told him how overwhelmed you’d been feeling with all the new publicity you hadn’t expected him to drag you all the way out to his mountain home.

You wouldn’t have accepted if you’d known it was just going to be you and him. You’d thought he was bringing his wife and kid, too. Spending a long weekend playing house with Cooper wasn’t going to do anything in getting rid of your crush. It was just getting worse the longer you were around him.

Waking up everyday and having him be the first person to greet you was going to send you into an early grave. You swear your heart’s never beat this fast around anyone else. He seems to be the only man who's ever had you feeling this head over heels.

“I think it’s important you learn.”

You glance over at him, surprised at how serious he sounds. He’s still staring out at the mountains, but his gaze is distant. His mind is some place else. “Why?” You ask, voice quiet, afraid to spoil the moment.

He finally blinks, gaze darting down to his hands and the rifle still in them. “It’s easy for people to dismiss the war nowadays. They weren’t there, they didn’t watch as hundreds of good men and women died for them.” You frown, sometimes it’s easy to forget that he’d been fighting on the frontlines. He’s so good at being a socialite, you feel guilty that even you sometimes forget he was a soldier before he was Cooper Howard.

His voice is heavy, the tension thick around the both of you. “They seem to think the war is over. I know it’s not, it’s just going to get worse. People can bury their heads in the sand as long as they want, but when the fighting is at their front door, what are they going to do?”

You reach out, hand covering his own. He finally looks up at you and you smile. “I appreciate it, Cooper.”

His eyes quickly look at your hand before looking back at you. “For what?”

You shrug, moving closer to him and lacing your fingers with his. You shouldn’t indulge yourself like this, but you can’t help it. He seems so sad and you only want to make him feel better. You just want to take care of him, the way he takes care of you.

“For always looking out for me. You’re always there, I appreciate it. I appreciate you.”

The sad cast over his face finally breaks and he smiles at you. His hand squeezes yours once, then again and he looks back out at the mountains without saying anything else. You don’t think he needs to, that either of you needs to. Sometimes you understand each other better without words.

You’ll always be there for one another.

You eye him warily and he holds the jerky out further. “Aren’t you a little curious?” He taunts, waving the jerky around in front of your face. You know he thinks you won’t take it. That he’s just screwing with you. He’s been doing this ever since you agreed to tag along with him. Teasing you at every given opportunity.

You snatch it from his hands and rip a piece of it off. It kind of tastes like beef, if not a little sweeter. There’s also that metallic radiated tang to it. You chew it slowly, savoring the slightly caught off guard look on his face. You swallow it down, forcing your face to stay straight and not give away how disgusted you feel right now.

He chuckles, leaning back and looking at you with something that seems like appreciation. “I hope you know that was ass jerky.”

You gag now, glaring at him and tossing the rest of the jerky at his smug face. “You’re such a dick.” You take a swig from your canteen and swirl the water around your mouth. It gets rid of the taste well enough but you’re never going to get over the fact that you swallowed a part of someone’s ass.

He suddenly gets serious, swatting at your arm and motioning to the front of the store. You crouch beside him, watching as a raider walks out of the front doors. You don’t get why they chose an old movie store for their hideout, but Cooper had it on good authority that they had a decent cache of supplies inside.

The last time you’d followed him into one of these things, you’d nearly died, and then he’d sold you. You’re still not fully trusting of him. The only reason you’re with him now is because you need extra security from bounty hunters after getting booted out of Filly.

If he wasn’t such a good shot, you would have never given him a second glance. Despite how much he insists the compound was an honest mistake, you find the trust slow to come. You’ll let him take the lead on this one, you’re not confident in him having your back if things take a turn.

He moves forward and you hang back, keeping watch while he slits the guard’s throat. He lowers the body quietly to the ground and you creep behind him, following him through the doors of the store.

This group is smaller than the last one you dealt with. Only five of them with no extra guards outside. Cooper ducks behind a dust covered shelf before they can spot either of you. You go to the other side of the store, moving slowly along the edge until you have a good shot.

You take out one man and Cooper manages to hit two more before they start firing off their own guns. You dart back behind the shelf, willing to let Cooper handle the last two. But one of them dives behind the shelf and grabs at you.

Another shot goes off and his friend’s body hits the ground while he rounds the corner with you. He’s got an arm wrapped around your throat and the barrel of his gun pushing so hard into your skull you can feel an indent forming.

It wouldn’t be hard to shoot this guy, you still have your gun in your hand. Cooper seems to realize that, too, from the questioning look he gives you. You drop your gun to the floor, you want to see what he’ll do.

Maybe you’re stupid, gambling with your life like this. But you don’t feel any fear, not from the guy holding you hostage at least. You just keep your eyes locked on Cooper’s. They’re so familiar to you, yet so distant. Like a stranger you’ve known all your life.

He slowly rises from the floor, hands raised in the air in surrender. “Alright, let’s just see if we can’t talk this out like gentlemen.”

The guy holding you jerks you roughly, gun banging painfully against your temple. You wince but remain quiet. “Stay back or I’ll blow her goddamn brains out!”

Cooper’s eyes dart from your face to the guy. He huffs, frowning and pursing his lips like he’s trying to think of a way to talk himself out of this. He could leave, he’s got enough time to make it through the door before he fires at him.

Or he could help you.

It’s the only reason you let yourself get caught. If he wants your trust he’s going to have to prove it. Cooper looks at you and a grin splits across his face. It’s like he’s read your mind, from the knowing look on his face you think he might’ve.

Then again, you never really needed words to talk to each other.

With a speed that never fails to catch you off guard his hand darts under his jacket and he draws his gun. He’s shooting the man before you even get a chance to brace yourself. Your body gets dragged back slightly by the dead weight but Cooper moves forward and wraps a hand around your shirt, tugging you into him.

Your hands shoot out, bracing yourself against his chest. He peers at you from under his hat and grins, “You didn’t really think I was gonna let you go that easy did you, darling?” Your eyes dart down to his lips, you feel like you can still taste him.

The timing of his kiss might not have been appropriate, but he certainly hadn’t made it forgettable. Nothing about him was forgettable. As much as you wished he could be. You hated yourself for still letting yourself fall into his trap.

Hollywood might have once labeled you as the most seductive actress of your generation, but Cooper had you beat. He kept you coming back even when you knew you shouldn’t. He had you wrapped around him and all you wanted to do was squeeze until he let you go.

You push off of him, ignoring how much you want to pull him closer. You move towards their pile of supplies, “Let’s see what we’ve got.”

There are a few different posters set up in the old movie store that intrigue him. But the one that’s caught his attention the most is set up directly behind her. Her back is to it, so she hasn’t gotten a chance to see it yet, but it’s all he can focus on.

The Outlaw and The Sheriff

Their first movie together.

He looks at her and huffs out a laugh, she glances up at him for a moment before she begins rifling through her bag again. She looks like she walked right off the fucking poster, hat and all. She’s the spitting image of herself, but she seems so different.

Maybe it’s the eyes. The light there has changed, dimmed slightly from how it used to be. She used to seem so naive to the world, like a little lamb that just needed some guidance. Now, he wonders just how much of the world she’d seen before he found her. If maybe she had never been as innocent to it’s cruelties as he’d once assumed.

She stepped into this new role of hers just as quickly as he had. You didn’t just change that quickly without knowing already just how awful people could be.

“Sweetheart,” she looks up and he points behind her. She turns around and looks up to the poster.

She scoffs, moving to stand beside him, “I always hated how I looked in that.”

He glances over at her and shakes his head, “Probably shouldn’t show you a mirror anytime soon, then.” Her hands reach up to fiddle with the brim of her hat and she smiles, a real smile for once.

“No, I suppose not.” Her hands trace over her lips, he glances back at the poster. At that old signature of hers. She always had to have those red lips. “It’s so different,” she whispers and he knows she didn’t mean for him to hear. Her eyes glisten and he frowns.

He shouldn’t have shown her. It’s not like he enjoyed seeing those fucking Vault-Boy posters, he sure as hell hated seeing clips of himself. Why would she enjoy seeing who she used to be? Who they used to be?

Things used to be so simple. He loved her, she loved him. Now he’d fucked up so much he wasn’t sure she could ever look at him the way she used to. He didn’t want who she was before, he couldn’t handle that. This new her, well, he didn’t give her near enough credit.

But he wouldn’t hate seeing someone look at him like that again. Endless adoration and unflinching loyalty. He knew he would follow her anywhere, he’d realized that a while ago. He didn’t have anything in the Wastelands, nothing but hate and spite to keep him going all this time.

Now, he had her. He just needed her to realize that she had him just the same. She had him wrapped around her and he hated it and loved it at the same time. Hated her and loved her for it all the same.

He tugs his glove off before he reaches for her. He cups her cheek, thumb tracing over her lips before she turns towards him. His eyes meet hers and he smiles slightly at the familiarity and mystery to them. So much of her he recognizes and then there are these new parts he’s yet to discover.

He wants to discover all of her. Learn everything he can about her all over again, feed his desire to consume her entirely.

She pulls him in this time, her lips chapped and cracked. Her arms wind around his neck, yanking him closer and he tugs at her. She tastes as sweet as he remembers and it only makes him crave more. More of her, more of anything she’ll let him have.

She pulls back from him, pressing her hand against his chest, slowly backing him against the wall. He lets her ease him to the floor and she throws a leg over his lap. She settles herself above him, both her hands tightly grasping his neck, crushing their bodies together, eyes gazing intently into his own. He doesn’t know what she’s looking for in him but she seems to find it when she leans in once more.

She isn’t giving him a chance at control, she’s got a leash on him, pulling back anytime he tries to lead. He relents, following her as she slowly explores him.

He’s not sure how long this peace between them will last before one of them inevitably fucks up. But they’re stuck together now. It doesn’t matter what happens, he’s not letting her get away from him again.

She’s his, always has been, always will be. It’s been that way since before the fallout. He’s led her, guided her.

He had loved her as a different man. History always seems to repeat itself with them. As twisted as the world is, as twisted as they’ve become, they always seem to drift back together. No matter how much the both of them fight against it.

He’s giving in now, giving into her.

#cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #fallout x reader #fallout tv series #how about a nuke?#cooper howard #the ghoul

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Mug w/ Jung Wooyoung

this has been in my drafts for months and i’ve always wondered whether or not i should release it since the material could be triggering to some people. i guess i’ve finally settled on putting it out there, so please heed the warnings before reading it. i don’t want this to affect anyone negatively.

warnings: mentions of past abusive relationships, self doubt, slight dissociation, panic attacks, blood, self harm in the form of skin picking. i think that’s it but please let me know if it’s there’s anything i forgot to mention

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“I’m not mad,” Wooyoung said, as if that made anything better. The tension was still there, eating you alive from the inside out. So was the guilt.

“But you’re disappointed, right?” You countered, knowing how this sort of thing goes. They tell you they’re not mad, but you have to face the consequences anyway. And there were always consequences.

Wooyoung just stared at you with unreadable eyes. They looked almost pitiful in a way, but why would he pity you for what you’d done? He should be screaming at you, throwing things around just to prove his point. Just to make you submit to him once more. That’s how it normally went for you.

But Wooyoung had been kind up until now. He was a gentle soul who preferred to steer you in the right direction if you ever misstepped. There was never any shouting within the four walls of your relationship, nor was there any placing the blame on you being ‘useless’ or any other such word. He was just… nice.

But there had to be a day when that ended, right? You’d fucked up big time this time and he must’ve realised that his kindness isn’t working by now. He had to know that the only way to get you to learn was by putting you in your place.

“Baby, what’s going on?” You were desperate to answer, fumbling over your words trying to find a suitable answer that would reduce your punishment. Perhaps you could tell him you were sick! That always worked when your last partner was mad at you. It would at least postpone whatever was going to happen for a few days. Wooyoung, just frowned. “Calm down, sweetheart.”

But you couldn’t. You knew this was the breaking point so how could you be calm about such a thing? No matter how gentle Wooyoung had been up until this point, you knew it wouldn’t always stay that way. If you’d been taught anything it’s that you were a bad girlfriend, and the only way to make you good was to hurt you. Fear was a powerful teacher, afterall. Fear wouldn’t let you be so careless about your actions.

It would hurt to say goodbye to this version of Wooyoung, you had to admit, but you always knew it was coming. He couldn’t stay his annoyingly loving self forever because you couldn’t stay well behaved forever. You only had yourself to blame for what was to come, really. Did you even have the right for it to hurt?

No, you decided rather quickly.

Wooyoung stared at you, unsure of what to do as you seemed to completely depart from reality. Your eyes were glazed over as you stared off into the distance, and your fingers picked at one another so bad that it fetched blood. You didn’t flinch as the crimson liquid beaded up on your fingers, though, almost as if it didn’t hurt you at all.

Your breathing was heavy and ragged and Wooyoung could tell you were barely staving off a panic attack. He’d done it often enough himself to know exactly how to recognise it, but for some reason, he didn’t know how to help. Something told him you didn’t want to be touched, but he wasn’t sure of how else to get your attention. He’d been calling your name with no success, but the last thing he wanted was to raise his voice. If he was in the slightest bit angry with you, perhaps he would’ve, but he wasn’t. Not at all.

He spared a quick glance towards the trash can, his favourite mug resting at the top in shards. It was really the only one he used, the weight of it just feeling… right. You’d bought it for him when you first started dating a few months ago and although the saying on it made him cringe a little, he’d learnt to love it. Of course, he was sad to see it go, but it was only a mug. He could always get another one. It wouldn’t be the same, but then again, was anything ever the same as the thing it replaced? And you never know, maybe he’d end up preferring whatever mug he got to replace it.

With a sigh, he turned back to you. There were bigger issues to deal with than a mug. You were still barely keeping away a panic attack and your blood from your fingers starting to smear grotesquely across your hands. He briefly wondered where he kept his first aid kit before realising that too was a problem for later.

“Sweetheart,” he mumbled as he walked closer. He didn’t lay a hand on you but instead spread his arms as if he were herding a scared animal. He felt stupid doing it, but you started to back up and eventually landed upon his sofa. He tried to ignore the pang of pain that shot through his chest when he thought too deep about the implications of the situation, but it was hard when you were backing away from him like he was going to hurt you.

Oh.

His stomach lurched and for a moment he was sure he was going to throw up. He begged for it not to be true, but it fit way too perfectly not to be.

Someone had hurt his baby.

Wooyoung couldn’t help the rage that filled him from head to toe.

He wanted to scream, and throw things, just to get his rage out, but he couldn’t. To risk scaring you even more would be a cruel thing for him to do. Even if he were sure it would make him feel just a little more calm, he couldn’t bear to think of doing anything that would make you afraid of him. He simply had to hope that his anger would eventually peter out, and he wouldn’t be reminded of it every time he looked at you.

Deep breaths, he told himself as he took himself over to the sofa to sit beside you. One in, he shuffled closer so he was almost pressed up against you. You shuddered and Wooyoung frowned, but he didn’t move away. He couldn’t move away.

One out, he said your name in the softest voice he could muster, finally bringing you out of the trance you’d found yourself trapped in. He wondered why this time it worked when all of the other times you ignored him. Perhaps it was his proximity. It was a long shot, but perhaps you felt a little safer with him so close.

One in, he asked if you could hold you in his arms.

One out, you gave him a shaky nod and crawled into his lap. He hated to think that you were only doing it because you thought he’d be mad otherwise, so he let you know that you didn’t have to.

You did it anyway.

“Sweetheart, I need you to tell me that you understand that I’m not angry,” he whispered into your ear, wrapping his arms around you tightly. When he was fresh out of a panic attack, he always liked pressure. With the way you seemed to go limp, he assumed you felt the same. “Not disappointed either. It’s a mug, baby.”

“Your mug,” you replied as if that made your reaction seem any more normal, “I broke your favourite mug.”

Wooyoung sighed. Whilst it was the truth, it was nothing to be angry over. He wondered how many times he’d have to clarify that to you before you understood? Whatever. It didn't matter. He’d tell you as many times as you needed to hear it, just as long as you knew you were safe.

“We’ll it’s only my favourite because my favourite person got it for me,” not a complete lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. For some reason, though, he felt as though ‘it was a nice weight in my hands’ wouldn’t have been so effective in trying to get you to calm down.

“But I bought you that mug?” His heart broke a little, but he couldn't let that show. He refused to give you another reason to throw mental punches at yourself.

“Well then, I guess that makes you my favourite person.”

There was silence for a few seconds as you considered his words. There was no trace of a lie in his voice, but you still found it hard to believe that he was telling the truth. He was surrounded by so many wonderful people who didn’t fuck up nearly as often as you did, and yet he still chose you to be his favourite? You doubted it, but you would never call Wooyoung a liar.

“And I want my favourite person to know that I would never do anything to hurt them,” he continued, voice suddenly a little more solemn, “because why would I ever want to hurt someone as lovely and precious as you?”

“I’m not lovely,” you hid your face in his neck, partially to cover the blush, partially because you were afraid of what may come at the inadvertent accusation. He merely chuckled, bringing a hand to cup the back of your head.

“Yes you are, you little liar,” a kiss, warm and chaste, was placed to your temple, “and I don’t know how anyone could ever tell you you’re anything less than the most wonderful person to ever walk this planet. You’re so kind and thoughtful and even if you do mess up sometimes, that’s okay because you’re human.”

You just nodded into his neck, no longer wanting to deny his compliments. Even if they were just being used to butter you up, you let them sink in. As long as they came from Wooyoung’s mouth, you told yourself you would believe them, for his sake. He’d yet to prove himself to be anything but a good boyfriend, the least you could do was believe him.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your hair, “so incredibly much.”

“I love you too, Woo.”

“Will you let me patch you up?” He asked, pointing at your fingers but placing his hand over your chest where your heart was beating deep within. You couldn’t know for certain that this relationship would be different, but the look in Wooyoung’s eyes made you feel like you could trust him. It would be a long process, you knew that, but you knew he would put in the work.

You knew that he could make you feel safe.

#ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung angst

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quinnylouhughesx43 · 2 days

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“I think I’m in love”

Summary: Trevor is having a hard time being away from you while he is with Team USA for the Men’s World Championship. Seeing his teammates and crossing paths with other teams with their significant others only intensifies all his feelings.

Warnings: use of pet names (babe, baby), angst, worry/anxiety, overthinking, fluff, I think that’s it

Word Count: 1.34K

It had only been 72 hours since Trevor had left the United States and he was truly miserable. He felt as if every where he looked when he was off the ice there was a couple. It was nearly impossible to not run into someone he knew from the league, just to be introduced to their significant other. “Seriously since when did everyone had their significant other with them.” Trevor asked Matt Boldy as he laced up skate. “Trevor, I think you’re over reacting. It just seems that way to you because your girl isn’t here.” Matt stands to walk off to the ice. Trevor shakes off his thoughts, or tries to shake off his thoughts.

Trevor wasn’t playing well, his focus was off. His heart really wasn’t in it at all. Cole and Luke had taken notice of how he was struggling and were off talking on the side in between drills.

“Do you think this has something to do with his girlfriend?” Luke asked Cole watching Trevor completely miss Brady for the passing drill. “I’m sure it does. I noticed him watching different couples when we were eating last night. I had to remind him it’s rude to stare. I also noticed Z hasn’t smiled like normal since we got here.” Luke couldn’t answer Cole as Trevor skated up and it was their turn to skate. Trevor’s head was lost in his thoughts when Coach dismissed practice. “Let’s go Z! We’re done” Luke yelled out.

After changing and heading back to the hotel the three boys were piled up in Trevor’s room. “Alright man talk. What’s going on with you? You look like you lost your long time pet or something.” Cole said flopping on his back next to Trevor. “I just miss her a lot. She couldn’t or wouldn’t come for some reason. And I’m worried we will grow apart. And, and” Trevor started to stutter over his words. Feeling a knot in this throat forming. Tears forming in his eyes. The pain in his chest that he wrote off as acid reflux earlier started hurting a bit more when his heart raced harder. “And what?” Luke pushed.

“God. I think I’m in love with her and I didn’t tell her. She doesn’t know.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t know?” Cole and Luke ask at the same time. The two boys share a look with each other then look back at Trevor. Trevor shrugs as if it should be the most obvious answer. “We haven’t told each other yet. She’s different you guys. I want to take care of her and provide for her. I look at her and I think about a future. A future where I don’t live in an apartment with in walking distance from the arena I practice and play in. It’s a future where I live in a house big enough for however many children she wants. With a yard so those kids can play outside instead of always being stuck inside. I don’t think about when I can get her naked in my bed. Actually she’s never been naked in my bed. I’ve never seen her naked. But for fuck sake I am in love with her.”

Trevor ran his hands through his hair and exhaled.

“I have never been this serious about anyone. I will go to hell and back for her. I think I am already in hell being this far away from her but that’s besides the point.” The last part earned a laugh out Cole and Luke. The two boys completely baffled by Trevor’s admission about his feelings for his girlfriend. He has always been an open book about most things but never about his feelings.

“Trev, I think it’s time to be honest with her. You need to let her know how important she is to you before she feels neglected.” Cole says giving Trevor a firm grip on his shoulder. “It’s late, we’re going to head out and get rest for tomorrow. Think about telling her and how you want to tell her before you just call her and yap it out there. If she’s endgame, plan it out.” Cole gives Trevor a quick hug before heading out of the room. Trevor feels better letting it all out but he can’t help but mope in loneliness, wondering what you’re doing back home.

While listening to Trevor, Cole was working magic. He had already purchased you a ticket through the US Hockey foundation for a flight. Explaining how down Trevor has been in just the last 72 hours and that he believed you could potentially be the cure all. You were shocked. Confused at best. You kept asking Cole if Trevor had put him up to it. Cole kept assuring you that Trevor has no idea that you have a flight out in the next couple of hours. He asked you, more like begged you, to not say anything to him either. By the time Cole got you your ticket and you had woken up you had 5 hours to pack and get to the airport to be on time for security.

As you were getting ready to turn your phone off Trevor’s face illuminates the screen. He was calling. You quickly decline and shut the phone off. ‘Better safe than sorry’ you tell yourself as your boarding the plane.

When you didn’t answer and then the next calls for the next 14-15 hours. Trevor’s mind was reeling the worry he felt set in deep making him sick, he needed a trash can multiple times. He couldn’t focus anything a while the team was at practice. Trevor ended up leaving practice early from being so sick and his inability to focus on anything. He isn’t one to really leave early, usually he would ride the bench until the end of practice but he couldn’t make himself do it. His anxiety over your safety was much too high. The panic was really starting to set in now that he was alone. Trevor had started thinking of all the possibilities of what could have happened.

1) You had starting ghosting him, he was gone and you realized you didn’t want him.

2) You were in the hospital for some reason or another.

3) Your ex-boyfriend came back around.

He was beside himself with all the thoughts running through his mind. Trevor laid curled up in a ball. Physically sick, a few tears shed, worrying over your well-being when there was a knock on his door.

“Guys I’m really not in a place for—“

“Baby?” Trevor’s voice cracked just as it did when he was going through puberty.

His knees buckled and he all but collapsed down on to his knees wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “Babygirl. I love you so fucking much. I don’t know how you’re here but I’m glad that you are. I was… I was so worried something happened to you or you were leaving me when you didn’t answer your phone. I just. Fuck. I love you. I’m sorry I never said it before now.” Trevor still on his knees down in front of you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“T. You..you love me?” You choked out wearing a huge smile on your face. He looks up at you from where he is at on the floor. “Yes baby. Today, tomorrow. Next week, the rest of your life if you’ll let me.” His eyes shining from new tears threatening the fall as your tears weren’t stopping. “T stand up so I can kiss you silly boy.” He quickly followed what you said. Grabbing his cheeks softly and pulling his face to your’s until his lips are just close enough to touch when you speak. “Trevor Zegras, I love you more than you understand.” He groaned in response pulling you into his room. Before the outside world could be forgotten Cole had to run and yell “you’re welcome Zegras” from the room door until he was acknowledged. All Trevor wants to do is lay in bed holding his precious girl, and tell her how incredibly grateful he is that she is there in Ostrava. He can’t wait to have his chance to show her off to everyone tomorrow.

authors note: hi I’ve been sitting on this for a while. I didn’t have a chance to finish the ending for a while and I didn’t go back and read over the actual story part so if it’s bad I’m sorry don’t hate me don’t judge me it’s been like a month

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celtic-crossbow · 1 day

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I Know I’m Bad News (I Saved It All for You) Chapter 1

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Warnings: Typical TWD Violence and Gore; panty sniffing; allusions to r*pe

The end of the world was not really an ideal event for anyone, and while surely everyone thought their resulting situation was the worst imaginable, you were truly adamant in your belief that your life was the epitome of disastrous. You had been alone for years, having no one and nowhere to turn while cities crumbled and people died all around you. You had done the only logical thing you could.

You ran.

And you kept running.

You stopped when the hunger pains became unbearable. You stopped when your bladder was so full that it might explode. You stopped when exhaustion was weighing heavily on your body. And you stopped when hiding became necessary.

You had hidden from them. The group of men that were razing the building as they grabbed anything useful, including your bag.

“Joe! Joe, look at these clothes!” One of the men grinned while sniffing your underwear. “It’s a woman.”

“And by the looks of it, she was here recently.” The older man—Joe, it seemed—noted while lifting one of the packs of crackers you had been in the middle of looting. You had thrown them down as you ran to hide—the location of the package directing them straight to your hiding place. “Come on out, now.”

Sighing, you uncurled yourself and lowered your legs out of the air duct, hopping down to straighten with your hands held up to show you weren’t armed. “Just take what you want and go.”

Joe gazed around with an abrupt burst of laughter that was echoed by the other men. “Oh, we will.” Stepping toward you, he arched a brow when you did nothing more than square your shoulders. “Woo, boys. This one’s gonna be fun to play with. Claimed.”

He reached for you suddenly, mid-step, his intentions unclear but no doubt nefarious. It didn’t matter. Snagging his wrist, you used his own momentum to not only evade him but to spin him back to face his men, their weapons already being drawn and aimed.

You were faster.

With his arm now twisted behind his back and pulled upward, you had strategically pulled your own handgun from the back of your jeans, the muzzle pressed against his temple.

“Put ‘em down.” You spat. When no one made an effort to oblige, you pulled upwards on his trapped limb and ground the cold metal against his skin.

“Do it, boys.” Joe’s calmness surprised you, but you were wise enough not to grant them a visible confirmation. “Listen, sweetheart. There’s a lot more of us than you. Those odds just don’t seem fair.”

“Fair to who?” You taunted.

The man scoffed. “You sure do have some spunk, I’ll give ya that.” He tried to adjust his position but your grip only tightened. He was bigger, stronger, but your weapon gave you the advantage. “There’s only one ending here. Put down the gun, let me go. I’ll make sure they’re gentle.” You curled your lip in a disgusted snarl. “Or they’ll put a few bullets in you and we’ll have you anyway. Them’s your choices.”

Your head tilted, you feigned consideration of his “offer,” laughable as it was. “How about I shoot you, then them, one by one?”

“Lady, can’tcha see how many guns we got on you right now?” Another man chimed.

“Oh, I see them.” You confirmed. “I also see that one has the safety on, three of you aren’t even holding them right, and all of you can’t stop looking at my tits long enough to even try for a decent shot.” Your laughter startled them, their smiles fading. “This guy’d be dead and I’d have a bullet in each of you before you could hit me with one.”

“Oh, yeah? I say you’re bluffin’.”

The words had no more than left his lips before the shots rang out. A bullet directly between his eyes, one in each shoulder, and in each knee before he hit the ground. Joe scrambled away from you, his arm now free. You kept your composure, your stoicism schooled in place, practiced from a former life of abuse and difficult choices.

“Anyone else wanna call my bluff?” You asked, a brow lifted in challenge.

Joe was helped to his feet, rubbing his shoulder as soon as he was standing. He regarded you silently, the others shifting about nervously.

“Whatcha want us to do, Joe?”

“Well,” he started, but you were quick to interject.

“You can turn around and walk out those doors. You go your way and I go mine.” It wasn’t a request. The older man stared, incredulous, before his face broke into a grin and laughter bubbled out of him.

“Or,” He contested. You rolled your eyes and ground your teeth. He was really starting to get on your nerves. “Way I see it, I’m down a man now since you took out ol’ Billy there.” He waved a lazy hand toward the body. “Why don’tcha just come with us?”

“I thought we established that I have no interest in being your fuck toy.” You hissed.

“Not like that.” He motioned for the men to lower their weapons. “Join us. We take care of our own.” Wagging a finger at you, he started turning to walk out. “Think you might be a fine replacement.” The men parted to let him pass, his invitation left hanging in the air. “Let’s go, boys.”

“But, Joe, she—”

“Wait.” You called out, lowering your gun, only slightly. “Just—hold up.”

You weren’t the first to notice him, but you weren’t far behind the others, Joe at your side. The man was just sitting, cross-legged, in the middle of the road, his head down, shoulders slumped. Defeated. A crossbow laid at his knee.

He was a pretty one with an air of danger about him. Your time with Joe’s Claimers made you appreciate the rugged men you’d come across. They were always the most entertaining and fought the hardest against the men with which you traveled. The ones before, however, would always be spouting some cocky, desperate bullshit by now.

This one hadn’t said a word or even moved beyond looking up at the individuals now surrounding him. You hung back, getting a feel for him and how to—even if you should—approach. Sometimes you were the bait, luring men and women into a false sense of security before the group would pounce. It was one of your many roles.

You actually startled when the man punched Joe and grabbed the crossbow. He moved so fast. While Joe didn’t seem angry—even told the boys to stand down—he was still in the sights of the stranger’s weapon.

Oh well. Their way didn’t work, so it was your turn. You weren’t about to let them kill one that you really wanted a chance to play with.

“Wait!” You called, placing yourself between Joe and the business end of the weapon. You knew what to watch for, the eyes would always tell on them, but while in others, you had seen fear, intrigue, and sometimes even desire, this one only seemed to look at you with something akin to sadness. You took note and filed that away for later. “I know you don’t wanna kill me.”

“You don’t know nothin’.”

Oh. His voice was just as rugged as his appearance. “I know you won’t kill me.” You bravely—or stupidly—put your finger on the tip of the bolt. “Why don’t you put this down,—” you drew out the last word and tilted your head in request of his name. Your fingertip still rested against the bolt.

The man hesitated, the wheels turning as he scrutinized you. You couldn’t help but be impressed. This was a man who could read people as well as you could. Luckily for you, you were a master at shielding your emotions. After a moment of tense silence, he lowered the crossbow.

“Daryl.”

“Hi, Daryl. I’m Y/N.”

Len used the butt of his rifle to drop Daryl at your feet, a wicked smile curving the corners of your mouth.

“And I’m about to have so much fun.” Looking around at the others, they laughed while Harley reached for the crossbow. With a step forward, you placed a foot on Daryl’s hand and pointed at the weapon.

“Claimed.”

#murda writes #daryl dixon #i know i’m bad news #the walking dead #claimer!reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon smut #daryl x female reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl angst #daryl dixon angst #the claimers

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Sundown: Chapter 6

WC: 1,1K

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain,Transfeminine Mountain, Angst, Lies, Identity Reveal, Heartbreak, Hurt no Comfort (in this chapter)

“No,” Mounty gasps, finally realizing. He scared her. “Swiss, no, that’s not–it can’t be–”

Read chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 6 under the cut or on AO3.

It took five months for Swiss’ past to catch up to him.

He knew it would—sooner rather than later, knowing his luck—but he really thought he would have more time to…come up with a plan. Anything, he would do anything to avoid more heartbreak, he had promised himself. And yet he failed at a simple task of being honest.

Life just never seems to have any mercy in store for him, so why would he even have hope?

It’s a busy evening in Mounty’s bar; it’s warm—the most important reason—but the word cozy also comes to mind. Even despite the spiderwebs, broken furniture and a distant smell of rotten wood. There are flowers, though, all year long, so very clearly Mounty’s touch. It’s her home and she loves it as it is—which makes Swiss love it, too—and such an atmosphere is inviting.

The cowboy is, as usual, hanging out by the bar, watching his girl work. She’s happy, he’s happy and it’s all good, until he hears a name he has been praying for months not to hear ever again.

“He ain’t so scary anymore!” a man from the other side of the bar laughs, and the people surrounding him follow. “He was a cunt, no idea where he got all that reputation from. The mighty Shadow nearly pissed himself!”

Another wave of booming laughter sounds and it hurts Swiss’ eardrums. He tenses, hands going clammy around the glass he’s holding, and listens in, despite his better judgment.

“He’s been hiding like a coward for months after that one failed heist, from what I’ve heard,” the man continues. “Snatched a chance when he peaked his ugly head out and now the bitch is done!”

Swiss’ blood boils and freezes in his veins at the same time. Mounty doesn’t notice; she’s too busy, and the man is grateful. The stranger in the corner keeps laughing with his companions as he insults the infamous Shadow and gloats about something he most definitely didn’t do.

Of course he didn’t.

Swiss doesn’t know what makes him snap. He only notices that he stood up when he feels the pulse of a man he’s holding against the wall by his neck under his hand.

“Swiss!” he hears Mounty call from behind the bar. The whole place is so quiet all of a sudden. “Let him go!”

The cowboy chokes the stranger slowly for a bit longer, staring into his terrified eyes. If he…if he actually were to finish off the Shadow, he would be the one to piss himself. He is about to prove it.

“You’re the cunt here,” he mutters before letting go.

Swiss storms off without sparing a glance in anyone’s direction again, not even Mounty. He all but runs out of the saloon and behind it, into the cold and dark where he sits on the wet ground and hangs his head. His eyes sting and he wants to just cry, but he can’t. He ran out of tears a long time ago.

He hears the squeak of the saloon’s batwing door and the shuffle of its additional covering that they have put on for the cold nights and he prays to anyone who’s willing to listen that it’s not–

“Swiss, darling,” Mounty whispers and the tone of it the–the fear in it breaks the man’s heart in half. He scared her.

He scared her.

He doesn’t reply, he can’t speak; it’s like there’s something lodged in his throat. Shame, most likely.

Despite her visible apprehension, the barmaid comes closer. She crouches by Swiss and just…waits. She waits for whatever may happen and she looks determined to do so for however long it may take.

He scared her.

Swiss simply breathes for a while before he dares to open his mouth again, “The–the Shadow. What do you know about…him?”

“Just the rumors,” Mounty shrugs, doing her very best to seem unbothered; casual about the whole ordeal, “but I don’t think I’d like to meet him. That won’t be a problem, though, ‘cause apparently he’s dead. Nobody’s seen him or heard of him for months and that man that you just…”

“He’s not dead,” Swiss interrupts—too sharp, too loud. He immediately hates himself for it, even more than he already did.

He scared her.

“How do you know?” she asks, much quieter.

The man swallows audibly against that mysterious something that’s suffocating him, “How many months do you think it’s been since…since he was last seen?”

“Hm…” The barmaid thinks for a moment, counting silently. “Something like five, probably.

Swiss chuckles sadly, locking his eyes on Mounty’s. He doesn’t speak—doesn’t explain—but he doesn’t need to. She’s a smart girl, and the sorrow, regret and shame in Swiss’ eyes are speaking louder and clearer than he ever could.

“No,” Mounty gasps, finally realizing.

He scared her.

“Swiss, no, that’s not–it can’t be–”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” is all he can say. He should have so much more to say, beg for forgiveness, but he can’t. He knows he doesn’t deserve it, that this is simply too big.

He gives up.

Mounty’s thoughts are racing, her breathing picks up, and her eyes widen. She’s an image of pure horror as she connects more and more dots. Swiss feels like throwing up.

“I’ve been…for months I’ve been dating–I’ve been sleeping with the world’s most famous criminal, I’ve–I’ve been…” she rambles, more to herself than the man. His whole body hurts. “I’m–I’m in love with the world’s most famous murderer.”

He scared her.

“Sweetheart, please, just–just hear me out, gimme a chance to explain before…” before he leaves, he wanted to say, because there is nothing else that can be done. He has to get the fuck out and away from her, from the most precious creature on the entire planet. One that he stained with his touch, with his lies. No hands that have so much blood on them should ever be allowed to touch something as pure as Mounty.

Thankfully, she doesn’t let him finish, “Explain what? That you lied to me and put on a whole ass fake personality to just…to just what, exactly?”

“It’s not like that, I just–” Swiss tires, but he’s not sure what it is that he’s trying to do. “I was running away! The Shadow…me, I–it’s not me, Mounty, please, let me–”

He scared her.

“Maybe I will,” she spits. “But certainly not now.”

“Momo, please,” the man falters and he’s about to fall to his knees and grab onto the barmaid’s feet and beg when she moves away. “Please, don’t be scared of me.”

“Too late, Shadow.” Mounty leaves him there, out in the cold darkness.

And Swiss finally cries.

#dont crucify me #pls #hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps #swissalps' sundown

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thezombieprostitute · 3 days

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Dragonfly - Part 2

Summary: Steve has just about everything he could ever want in life. He's got you, a baby on the way, and a successful Family. No one would dare interfere with that. Right?

A/N: Reader is female, pregnant. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: Death threats, Implied violence, Pregnancy. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 1 -- Part 3

You’ve been stuck inside the house for days. It’s a beautiful house, you feel comfortable in it, but knowing you can’t leave makes you want out more than ever. You try to distract yourself by cooking and baking whatever it is the baby is craving but that only goes so far. Especially when you can feel Steve’s frustration adding to your own. Something needs to actually be done but, with nothing you can actually do, it’s just building up a lot of frustrated energy for both of you. He can at least use the home gym for some of his energy but all you’re allowed to use in there is the treadmill and it’s just not enough.

Bucky finally has some news and calls you both into Steve’s office. You vaguely recognize the person with him as God the Bounty Hunter, or GBH as he allows only his closest circle to call him. Steve sets you in the chair behind his desk, the most comfortable one in the office, before sitting on the desk facing the two men.

“GBH has been able to get an appointment with the person who runs the boards,” Bucky starts. Steve’s fists clench as he grabs the edge of the desk, fighting the urge to punch the faceless person. “It’s at the Cairo Hotel and I’m gonna recommend neither of you is there for it.”

“What?” Steve’s anger is evident in his clenched jaw.

“There are a few factors, Steve,” Bucky raises his hands. “Namely, I don’t think you can control yourself to follow the rules of neutrality at the appointment. We can’t afford to lose Pine’s support.”

Steve lowers his head in understanding. You get up and gently rub your hand between his shoulder blades, trying to help him keep calm.

“Another factor is my professional standing,” GBH adds. “I have a reputation and clout to uphold. These aren’t the kind of people you want to piss off. Anything happens to Mr. Smith at an appointment with me, I’ll be done for. And not just professionally.”

“GBH assures me that there is procedure for a target to remove their contract or for someone else to do so on their behalf,” Bucky offers. “It’s likely gonna cost a lot, but I know that doesn’t matter.” Steve nods. “Plus, it’ll keep her off of the contract postings for at least five years.”

“But I am highly doubtful anyone will get any information on who posted the contract,” GBH confessed. Steve turned to glare at him but the other man seemed unaffected as he continued, “again, lots of regulation and factors. Namely trust within the business. No one’s gonna post a contract if there’s a chance the target finds out they’re the ones who opened it.”

“Just business, huh,” Steve mocks.

You hug him from behind, “just getting the hit on me removed would be a major quality of life improvement.” You nuzzle your face against his shoulder. “And maybe we can send one of the Garbage Men to the appointment? They’re good at getting subtext and negotiations, right?”

Steve and Bucky both nod at your assessment.

“I was planning on just me and God,” Bucky admits. “Would it be acceptable for us to bring a third?”

GBH contemplates, “it shouldn’t be a problem. The key thing is that it’s at Pine’s establishment and he doesn’t have to worry about someone trying to hurt him in retaliation for doing his job.”

Steve’s grip on the desk makes his knuckles go white. He hates the idea of his wife’s life or death being a matter of ‘business’. But he knows that’s how it is for everyone outside his circle. It’s the kind of thinking that he’s worked hard to make sure he doesn’t fall into. “Whatever you need to do, do it. I want this contract burnt.”

It’s finally the day of the contract appointment and you do your best to distract yourself and Steve. He’s always been willing to do whatever you needed but it’s been magnified since your confirmed pregnancy test a few months ago. Thinking it might help both of you to relax a little, you ask him to help you out.

A foot massage for your swollen feet, keeping his hands busy and his thoughts focused on your moans of pleasure.

A warm bath to help your muscle aches, keeping his attention focused on your naked body and the temperature of the water.

Which, of course, led to the two of you in bed so he can properly worship your body. Part of you misses the rougher sex but you understand Steve’s hesitancy. And damn if he doesn’t still make you feel so good you forget your name.

Steve holds your sleeping form in his arms, gently rubbing your belly. He knows you’ve been trying to distract him and he’s so grateful to you. He’s barely been able to keep from punching walls and checking his phone every five minutes. But taking care of you really helped to settle him.

He hears the telltale chirp of his phone and moves as carefully as he can so that he doesn’t wake you. The message is from Bucky, Contract burnt. Possible lead thanks to Teach. His shoulders go lax as he finally feels the relief he’s been longing for.

He returns to his place in the bed, holding you close. You barely wake up, just enough to make yourself comfortable and kiss his neck. It’s not completely safe for you and your baby boy yet. But now that the overarching danger has been taken care of, he can focus on finding and crushing the source. Whoever Dragonfly is, Steve vows they will die in agony by his own hand.

Part 1 -- Part 3

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 16 hours

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 114

Part 1 Part 113

It’s fully dark by the time they trundle into the trailer park. The sceneries nostalgic, almost. Steve at his side, his feet aching from too long upright, not another soul in sight. There’s no ash floating in the air, and no vines squirming on the ground, and the sky’s not an ominous red.

Will he ever be able to walk down this familiar stretch of street without thinking of that time?

He almost hopes not. Without the Upside-Down, when he and Steve ever come together like this?

Maybe it’s stupid, but he wants to hold onto those memories just as much as this one. They’re what got him here, holding Steve Harrington’s hand, floating past cloud nine and straight into the stratosphere.

His glasses are chock full of roses.

It’s a tragedy that he has to drop Steve’s hand to open and unlock the door, but he makes do.

Wayne’s on his recliner when they stumble through the door, holding a beer in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He glances away from the screen, double takes, then stares back, eyeing them both up and down with an eyebrow raised.

He takes a long, loud sip from his beer, then asks, “you boys have a fun night?”

Eddie glances at Steve, and it’s only then that he notices how disheveled they both must look. Steve’s lips are still swollen, and his hair’s fucked beyond repair. Steve’s eying Eddie in kind, making those same damning connections.

He looks worried around the edges, though, so Eddie does what he’s always done best: put on a show.

He turns to Wayne, hands planted on his hips and says, “Wayne, I’ve got something to tell you.” He reaches out, linking his hand with Steve’s once more. “I’m gay.”

Wayne snorts, coughing on his beer. It must burn because his eyes water as he gasps out, “you play too much, boy.” He wipes the overflow from his chin, glaring up at Eddie. “You finally figure your shit out?”

Eddie beams, squeezing Steve’s hand. “Stevie here figured it out for me.”

Wayne looks between them for a few seconds more before shrugging disinterestedly, says a flippant, “he’s my favorite son for a reason,” and then just turns back to the TV to continue flicking through channels.

And that’s it. That was all she wrote, and all that. The world just, keeps turning.

“Should we tell anyone?” Steve asks that night, curled up into his side the way he always is. “Besides Will?”

He pulls Steve closer, the fondness in his chest expanding to the point of pain. Will, who is a part of their fucked up little trio. Of course, they’ll tell him.

It might even help him come to terms with some things that were hard won, brutal battles for Eddie when he was Will’s age. Give the kid a little hope, and all that. Hope that there are partners better out there than Mike Wheeler, the turd.

Eddie hums, skimming his fingers up and down Steve’s arm. “Well, Wayne figured it out the minute he looked at us, that’s one down.” He holds up one finger before bringing it back to Steve’s arm and tapping it against it. “You told Carol, so that adds in her and Barb.” Fingers two and three, tap, tap.

“Jeff?”

“Oh, definitely Jeff.” Eddie raises a fourth finger, taps it once before unlocking his thumb so he can clutch Steve’s hand. He pulls it up to his own chest, pressing it to the beating of his heart. “He wants me to tell him about the Upside-Down.”

Steve’s quiet, and it’s too dark to read his face no matter how hard Eddie strains his eyes.

“Do you think I should?”

Steve sighs, digging his pointy chin into Eddie’s shoulder. “I don’t know, man.”

“Man,” Eddie cuts in, mockingly. “Your tongue was in my mouth like, ten minutes ago.”

Eddie’s body shakes with Steve’s quiet laughter. “Fine, whatever,” he huffs. “It’s not up to me, Loverboy.”

The nicknames got that same mocking edge Eddie himself had used. It still makes his heartbeat stutter in his chest.

“But I’m not sure this is a situation where not knowing would help them?” he continues, voice lilting up at the end like it’s a question. “I mean, it didn’t help us.”

Eddie sighs, letting himself melt into the springy mattress. Look at all of them. They’d left Carol in the dark, and she’d crawled her way into the inner circle by her hell-beast talons.

Stumbling around in the dark never helped anyone.

“I’ll think about it,” Eddie says, already knowing that its too late. The worm’s wriggled its way into his brain and made a home there.

But there’s an order to these things, and Will comes first, always. They clamber into Eddie’s van in the morning, ready to enjoy whatever somehow overcooked and overcooked concoction Mama Byers has made for breakfast.

Jonathan opens the door before they’re even out of the van. He leans against the door jam, crossing his arms and glaring hatefully out at them, still in his raggedy pajama pants.

“Johnny Boy!” Eddie calls, beaming as he bounds up to him, shoving past him to come into the house, uninvited. “You’re looking mighty cheerful this morning.”

“Sorry, I don’t have a cheerful face on for the early-morning uninvited guests,” he grumbles, stepping out of the way and letting Steve through with much less ire.

Eddie can’t blame him. Steve’s in his stupid yellow sweater looking soft and warm in the November air. Eddie can’t compete with that, doesn’t even want to.

“Is Will up?” Steve asks, in a far more appropriate volume for the early morning.

Jonathan gestures toward the back of the house before stumbling over to the couch and sinking into it.

Mama Byers isn’t anywhere in sight, and the house is quiet enough that their voices may carry. Eddie’s not worried. These people are his family, and more importantly, they’re Will’s.

If the wall’s have got ears, he couldn’t pick anyone better to be listening. He’d bare any bit of himself here, if Will needs him to.

Eddie grabs Steve’s wrist and pulls him along toward Will’s bedroom. It’s time to get this show on the road.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie upsidedown au #my fic #Eddie just thinks he's sooo sooo funny lol this is what he's like when too happy. just Relentless

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A Few Scratches

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 18: Holding Hands

Copia x Aether

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ ~ In Lucifer's Hollow Copia teaches history at the high school and Aether is a firefighter. ~

Warnings: some whump here, mentions of injuries from a car accident, but it's mixed in with some mushiness, sfw, 960 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

The steady beep of the monitor was the most reassuring sound Aether had ever heard.

So was the feeling of Copia’s hand in his, the skin soft and warm. He hadn’t been able to let go since the doctors had let him in the room. Aether hoped Copia could feel it, he hoped that despite how scared he was still his presence was soothing in some way. He knew Copia was going to be fine despite the stitches on his forehead and the cast on his leg. The doctors had reassured him multiple times they were only keeping him overnight as a precaution but Aether still hadn’t been able to shake the fear that was making his chest feel tight.

It was different when it was someone you cared about, someone you loved. Aether cared for everyone in their town whether he knew them or not but Copia was different. Copia had quickly become everything to him and when he’d gotten the phone call from the hospital that afternoon it had felt like his entire world was crashing down around him. Without Secondo there he might not have made it to the hospital.

He dropped his head down onto the bed, taking deep breaths to try and relax. Copia shouldn’t be here. He should be at home singing to ABBA in their kitchen or in his office lamenting the essay writing skills of his students. Aether was never going to forgive himself for not driving him to work that day. His other hand clenched in the bed sheets and if it wasn’t for the calming hand on his shoulder he probably would have started tearing them up.

“This isn’t your fault.” Aether shook his head against the bed before sucking a breath in through his teeth and straightening up. Through the tears in his eyes he saw Secondo standing there, a cup of coffee in his hand. “Stop blaming yourself.”

“The only reason he was driving was because I locked my damn keys in my car.”

“Something we’ve all done before and something Copia has done many, many times.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that the one day I don’t take him to work this happens.”

“If you’re going to blame anyone you should blame that turista idiota. Accidents happen.” Aether didn’t respond so Secondo dropped a hand onto his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Especially to my fratellino, as you know.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, thinking back to the first few times he had met Copia. Both due to the man getting distracted and setting his kitchen on fire. Satanas, he loved this man so much. A sob escaped him and he leaned forward again, this time laying his head on Copia’s chest. Beside him Secondo was a silent sentry, one hand still resting reassuringly on his shoulder as he cried. Aether stayed that way until he began to feel fingers carding through his hair.

“Aether?” Copia’s voice was quiet but strong. When Aether lifted his head Copia’s hand fell from his hair and cupped his cheek instead. “Stai bene, tesoro?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He sniffled and scrubbed a hand over his face, grabbing Copia’s hand in his when he was done. “How are you doing?”

“Like someone ran a stop sign and destroyed my car.” Copia tried to sit up but immediately stopped, groaning as the movement jostled his leg. “And me.”

“Non essere un bambino, fratello.” Secondo smirked down at his little brother and took a sip of his coffee. “It’s just a few scratches.”

“Come closer and I’ll give you just a few scratches.”

“Cumulus has your car at her shop already. I’m sure it’ll be good as new soon.” Aether squeezed Copia’s hands, bringing one up so he could place a kiss on the back of it. “You on the other hand need lots of rest.”

A soft snore was his only answer so Aether let go of one of his hands, gently lowering it onto the bed. He adjusted Copia’s blankets, smoothing out the wrinkles as best he could.

“If he wakes up again, tell him I will check on his rats.” Aether looked up at Secondo and nodded, feeling incredibly thankful to have this man as not just his boss but his friend. The man gave him a stern look but Aether didn’t need to focus on his quintessence to feel the emotion behind it. “Follow his lead and get some rest.”

He nodded, watching Secondo leave the room and close the door quietly behind him. Copia was snoring softly, the pain meds thankfully doing their job. Aether fidgeted in his seat briefly before deciding he didn’t care if anyone got mad at him for what he was about to do. He let go of Copia’s hand long enough to untie his boots and then climbed onto the bed next to him, taking care to avoid jostling his leg and where Aether knew the bruises were.

When he was settled he took Copia’s hand again, smiling when he felt him squeeze it briefly. His tail moved on its own accord, wrapping around Copia’s leg and making the man snort in his sleep. Aether shushed him when his eyes blinked open and he mumbled something in Italian.

“Go back to sleep, love.”

“Mmm, don’t leave.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Aether kissed Copia’s cheek and then rested his head next to his on the pillow. “I’ll take care of you forever.”

“Forever, eh?” Copia yawned then, wincing when it bothered a small bruise on his cheek. “I like the sound of that.”

He was snoring again shortly after, his head turned slightly towards Aether’s. The ghoul couldn’t help but kiss the tip of the nose he loved so much before settling down again.

“Me too.”

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danjaley · 16 hours

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Jonathan: But you’ve done nothing wrong.

Nicolas: A law that hasn’t changed is that this is the punishment for things we have done.

Jonathan: But they don’t know that, do they?

Nicolas: I was arrogant enough to think I was above the law. Please go before they get you too!

Jonathan: You were arrested for your dealings with the Court and with a number of exiled noblemen. Your private life has nothing to do with this. Turning moralist is not helping anyone right now.

Nicolas: You can’t help me, but I implore you to get my wife and children out of the country! None of this is their fault.

Jonathan: Of course it isn’t. But I’m not giving up on you.

#mccarric scenes season4 #mcc4 part2

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kyonix-sparkles · 2 days

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Pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader

Word count: 0.6+

Warnings:| oral fixation(reader has it), stimming?(can be taken as such), sucking on fingers, reader is stated to have sensory issues, reader is said to go into a sort of little headspace(bare with me people 🥲), modern au!

//This is based off a weird roleplay I was doing with ai last year don’t question it//

You always hated things for the way they felt, or the way they sounded, smelt, or even tasted, and if you're feeling extra sensitive the way things looked. Scaramouche’s hands though, no matter what he did they were always soft, like the porcelain of woods just always soft and smooth. Life was always hard with your oral fixation, never having something to suck or bite on, not having something cold or spicy enough. To avoid you being overstimulated or anything like it scaramouche bought things you said usually helps with it, so; lollipops, suckable candies, strong mints, just about anything spicy you liked and extra ice traps to keep stocked up with ice if ever needed.

But you just replaced the ice trays, your eating your last lollipop and you ran out of any other candies you could even possibly have same with the spicy foods and you didn’t want to tell scaramouche because he’s your boyfriend and you know him, well more like your scared of him reacting how your patents did yell at you for eating up everything for no real reason. So now you’re sitting next to him, burnt out and needing to stim but once more having nothing to stim with. You leaned on your boyfriend who was hunched over reading a book. He could tell by your sigh something was wrong to he gently patted and played with your hair before asking

“What’s wrong dove?” You exhaled long after his question before finally speaking up, “I need to stim but I’m out of everything..” he sat up, genuinely shocked “really..?” You once more burnt out, too understimulated to care you nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me I could’ve bought you more in advance..” “..whenever I told my parents they’d get mad..” scaramouche was a little offended and hurt by this, “dove I’m not your fucking parents” he said with his usually snappy tone. “Why are you yelling at me? okay, I’m sorry..” he sighed now realizing you're understimulated. He got an idea but y’all haven’t tried it before, but he doesn’t have any spare change as he needs it to help save up for a car so he can get to and from work easier. “Dove, I have an idea okay?”

You almost perked up, “hm?” He offered his fingers, the two middle ones pressed together while his pointer and pinky finger were outstretched. “Here suck on my fingers..” you blushed a bit, more so out of embarrassment than anything due to this catching you so off guard, and you’ve never sucked on anyone’s fingers. You stampered to get your response out so he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just suck.. I don’t care.. do what you need to to feel better..” you blinked before taking his two middle fingers in your mouth and starting to suck on them. The sanded wood of his fingers made it so that they were just right for you and your texture sensitivity. From this point on he just continued reading, almost as if you weren’t sucking on his fingers as a means to stim. After a few minutes you laid on his lap and continued your autistic behavior and your boyfriend didn’t mind at all, once every few minutes he’d kiss your head and continue wherever he left off before he finally asked.

“You okay little dove” you were in a smaller headspace due to feeling safe, and due to work you haven’t done it in who knows how long. It did take scaramouche a minute but when he realized he kept quiet and let you do you, it’s not often you get to do this for yourself. You soon fell asleep and once he was done and you stopped sucking on his fingers he eased you into talks shared bed and tucked you in before joining you, kissing your head and cuddling you.

#scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer fluff #scaramouche fluff #genshin impact x you #genshin impact #genshin x gn reader #gn reader #autism #stimming

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grandline-fics · 11 hours

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Hi Kerrie! I really enjoy your writing can I request short/small reader hc for Kid and Law? 🥺

DESCRIPTION: You’re shorter than him

WARNINGS: just fluff

CHARACTERS: Kid

WORDS: 444

A/N: I'm so glad you enjoy my work and thank you for this request. I haven't been well the last couple days so only did something short and sweet with this idea with just Kid. Hope you like it

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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Kid’s a tall and broad man to begin with and it’s clear he’ll have a head over most people. However the difference in your heights is even more pronounced because your height is naturally on the smaller side. He absolutely can not and will not be subtle about how much he loves you being short. When he’s standing next to you he will always rest his arm on your head and pathetically pretend he’s not doing anything but the large grin and his gaze constantly dropping down to watch your expression shift throughout the exchange.

The first time he’d done this to you, your eyes had grown so wide out of shock and uncertainty about what to do in response that it made Kid smitten with you. He’d already had a clear soft spot for you beforehand but that moment was the point of no return for him and his awakened feelings for you.

Now that you’re a couple though, whenever you sense his approach to engage in this banter that occurs at least three times a day you like to make a game out of it. Sometimes you like to move out of the way just in time for his arm to lurch on just air. Other times you like to let his weight settle on your head before you sit down or purposely drop something so you have to crouch down lower to retrieve it, forcing Kid to stoop further and further to the ground. other times you pretend he isn’t even there until his patience snaps and he has to scoop you into his arms and force you to look at him. When he does you can only grin and press a kiss against his cheek in playful greeting.

Kid is also a menace to you when he demands your attention. It doesn’t matter if you’re doing something important, if he’s in a mood and wants to spend time with you then his needs win. There could be times you’re in mid-conversation with Killer, going over the current provisions on the ship and what needs to be urgently restocked the second you dock at a new island when you hear the heavy steps of Kid coming closer. Before you have the chance to turn your head, his arm is already around your waist and he’s lifting you off the ground. You’ll either be set over his shoulder or tucked under his arm, your limbs dangling in the air as you let him carry you to your shared quarters. You don’t complain though, you feel just as content and secure as he does when you’re curled up in his arms.

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#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece x you #kid x reader #kid x you #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #eustass captain kidd #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #eustass x reader #one piece eustass #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #one piece kid #one piece fic

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Moon! (My AU)

Moon sometimes unintentionally acts rather cold towards his siblings- mostly to Sun -after Solar ‘died’. He always apologies, sometimes he doesn’t realise though. Earth and Lunar always point it out when he does this whilst Sun just laughs it off and dwells on it later.

His left eye started glitching after his talk with the old Moon, it’s been pointed out to him but he just dismisses and ignores it. Sun believes it’s connected to why Moon is being a lot more distant.

Sun is fully aware Moon is up to something, he just doesn’t know what. He is slightly convinced things are going back to how they used to be before Moon got his memories wiped. It scares him.

Probably around the time Ruin had come back Moon found a purple gem on the floor where Solar disappeared from. He’s sure it means something but any time he’s tried testing it he just gets a bunch of errors or incepted messages. He has found out that it’s sending alerts somewhere though.

On that note- C been getting notifications that someone is messing with a Catalyst Gem or Void Gem as they are also called. They aren’t necessarily dangerous unless someone uses them in ways they shouldn’t be. C set their computer to track where the signature came from- which takes up to 3 days -whilst they decide to show both Solar and Astro the closes dimension to them- the human one.

(Ngl I might draw some stuff to do with Solar seeing the human dimension- this would include a human Solar drawing)

(Sorry this took so long- I have no clue how to write or draw Moon and as of later I’m not sure if he’s just losing it, his KillCode is coming back, or if he’s infected himself with the Ruin Virus and not told anyone.)

(Also can I just point out that he has literally broken his promise to Sun- ya know- the one about talking to him before doing crap- I’m going to beat Moon over the head istg)

(Also doing a digital drawing of the drawing in the corner. It’ll be done at some point if I don’t lose motivation on it.)

#tsams #sams #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #tsams au #sams au #tsams moon #tsams art #sams moon #sams art #I might kill this man #istg #moondrop #sun and moon show au #fnaf moon #tsbs #the security breach show #The Not So Empty Void au

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Xeno Main Story: Chapter 1

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Warnings and FAQ

He was a star that shined the brightest. He was an icey, mysterious gem.

His brilliance scared me, and yet I found myself drawn to it.

That’s right. I’m certain that it was from the very moment we first met, I became unable to resist it.

As time went by, I finally found out that a passion stronger than anyone else’s was hidden inside that lonely ice-cold gem.

The trapped body could only be burnt down by those thoughts—

…

The next day after I received an unexpected suggestion from Sakura, I hurriedly requested to go on leave.

I lifted my head and looked up at the towering condominium.

(I’ll be living here with exe Creed, starting from today. Unbelievable…)

Although I arrived at the condominium as instructed, my heart was filled with unease.

(But this is all for the success of my pitch. Since I’ve already decided on this, I should give it my best…!)

I clenched my hands that had turned cold from my nervousness and stepped into the building.

…

Rina: Please take good care of me from today.

Sakura: Mm. Let’s get along well, Kawanaga.

Sakura: That’s a lot of luggage you’ve got there~. I told you that it’ll be sufficient to just bring yourself.

Rin: No, that’s not the case…

(I only brought along some clothes and stuff I needed for work, but the bare minimum amount of luggage turned out to be this much.)

Sakura: There are various things I need to explain to you, but let’s head to the lesson room before that.

Sakura: This condominium has its own training and lesson rooms.

Sakura: A dance lesson is currently ongoing. A few of the members aren’t at work right now, shall we go meet them first?

Rina: Got it.

Sakura: Come with me. Oh, those must be heavy. You can just leave your luggage wherever you like.

Rina: Eh!?

(He said that it’s alright to do so, but it still feels rather embarrassing to leave my luggage lying around such a beautiful place…)

I hesitantly left my luggage in a corner and followed behind Sakura with only the small bag I usually carry around.

…

Sakura: Oi, the three of you! Look over here.

Hugh, Ivy, Xeno: …

Three people turned their eyes towards me the moment Sakura said that…

Sakura: This is Kawanaga Rina from Egis Public Holdings!

Sakura: As decided last night, she will be living here with us from today onwards. Be sure to get along well.

Rina: I-It’s nice to meet you all!

I energetically bowed my head.

Ivy: Things turning out this way must be hard on you. Feel free to approach me if you need help understanding anything.

Rina: Thank you.

Ivy spoke to me, seemingly in an attempt to soothe my nerves.

Hugh: …

Hugh turned his gaze away and remained silent. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking from his facial expression.

And…

Xeno: … Whatever.

Xeno spoke in a cold tone, wearing an unbothered expression.

Sakura: Hey, Xeno. You don’t have to put it that way, you know?

It was like he meant to say “this is not worth stopping my practice session for”.

Xeno: We don’t have much time. Leave if you’re done talking.

Xeno: Oi, get back to practice. There’s no time for idle talk.

Hugh: Yeah…

Ivy: Sorry, I’ve got to go for practice.

The three guys quickly resumed with the practice session.

Sakura: Goodness… they’re so unfriendly.

Sakura: Oh well, that’s just how they are. Don’t take the things they say to heart.

Rina: O-Okay…

Even so, the uncomfortable feeling didn’t disappear.

(I wonder if I’ll really be able to work well here…)

…

Sakura had a few things to explain to me, so we headed back to the living room.

Sakura: Right, there’s something I need to tell you first and foremost.

Sakura: This extension of the project planning deadline is a special arrangement made for only you, so I ask that you keep it a secret from everyone else.

Sakura: That goes to say, regardless of what anyone says at the company, this is a secret. Can you do that?

Rina: Yes. Absolutely.

Sakura: Yup, that’s good.

Sakura smiled at my response.

Sakura: Well then… let’s talk about the details regarding your work here. Firstly, there’s the housekeeping duties.

There were multiple housekeeping staff in the condominium, and the cleaning of common areas was a shared responsibility.

Besides that, each member’s room had its own designated housekeeper.

Sakura: I want to let you be the designated housekeeper for one member’s room. Is there any specific member whose room you want to be assigned to?

Rina: A member’s room that I want…?

I wasn’t able to give an instant answer.

Sakura: You can choose someone who will be easy to discuss your plan with, or just someone you’re interested in.

Sakura: Any member is fine, but I want you to be able to communicate with him well.

Sakura: What I’m aiming for… is the change you will bring through your interactions with the members.

Rina: Uh…

(What should I say? If only it wasn’t so hard to make a decision…)

Sakura: If it’s too hard to decide, why don’t you try picking one out of the three members you met earlier?

Sakura: Take Ivy for example. I think he’s easy to talk to.

(Indeed, Ivy was the leader and the friendliest member towards me in the group.)

(He might be willing to listen to my project plan.)

… However, contrary to what I felt, the first image to form in my mind was that pair of cold and sharp eyes.

(That person left me with the strongest impression…)

As though I was pulled in by that powerful light, I opened my mouth to respond.

Rina: … I want to be assigned to Xeno.

Sakura: Huh? … Are you serious?

Rina: Yes.

Sakura’s eyes widened in shock.

(Of course he reacted this way. I’m surprised by the decision myself.)

I wasn’t able to have a proper conversation with Xeno earlier, and he’s been saying nasty things to me since we met.

(I know he’s not a good choice and this will only make things difficult for myself, so why him? That cold gaze was deeply ingrained in my body.)

Besides that, I had other reasons for choosing him.

Xeno was the centre of exe Creed. He was always perfect and precise. His vocal skills have received praises worldwide.

I could sense from their interactions so far that he held a high level of influence towards the other members.

Rina: Xeno is the strictest of all members, but I believe that it’ll serve as a boost to success for my plan if I manage to talk him into accepting it.

Sakura: I see. … Yeah, you’re right about that. Taking your goal into consideration, I understand your decision.

Sakura: Very well. You shall be assigned to be Xeno’s designated housekeeper, then. That guy has some very strict standards, so be careful of him.

Rina: Okay!

Just then…

Xeno and the others were back from the lesson room, seemingly done with practice for the day.

Ivy: Oof. Let me rest for a bit.

Hugh: I’m tired…

Xeno: …

Sakura: Perfect timing. Xeno, Kawanaga will be your room’s designated housekeeper starting from today.

Xeno stopped in his tracks and looked our way expressionlessly.

Sakura: Make sure to get along well with her.

Xeno: What do you mean 'get along'? … Oi, Aegis.

Rina: !?

(Is ‘Aegis’ referring to me? The name of the company I work at, ‘Aegis Public Holdings’?)

The way he couldn’t even be bothered to remember my name left me speechless. Xeno stared at me with a sharp gaze.

Xeno: Your goal doesn’t concern me, nor am I interested in it.

Xeno: However, since you’re responsible for housekeeping, do it perfectly. I won’t tolerate any incomplete work.

Option selected: ‘Understood’

Rina: I understand. I made this decision myself, so I’ll definitely do a good job.

Xeno: Of course you will. Don’t go back on your word.

(This person is indeed terrifying…)

Those words that sounded stricter than I had expected made me break out in cold sweat.

(I must pull myself together. This is what I chose for myself.)

I chided my heart for shrinking in fear and raised my head to face him directly.

Rina: I will ensure that my work is up to your standards!

(For my dreams…)

Rina: I absolutely will. I look forward to working with you!

Xeno: … Prove it to me through your actions. I’ll kick you out immediately if you fail.

With that, Xeno grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and headed out again.

Rina: … Did I anger him?

Ivy: Nah, he’s just going back to the lesson room. He seems dissatisfied with our practice session earlier.

Hugh: … He repeated his solo part countless times.

Sakura: There he goes again, not allowing himself sufficient rest… goodness.

Ivy: Xeno is our main vocalist. The tune of our new song is rather difficult to perfect, so I guess there are various things he wants to check.

Rina: Is that so?

Hugh: Our new song… is the theme song for ‘Strange Game’...

Rina: Oh! That popular foreign drama series!?

Ivy: Yeah, the song was written because we received an offer.

‘Strange Game’, a foreign drama series whose theme song would be sung by exe Creed, was a super popular original drama airing worldwide.

The series was directed by a famous director who put in extravagant amounts of money into its production.

The scale of the production was shockingly large, and yet it didn’t seem like anything worth being surprised over to them.

Xeno training tirelessly from dusk till dawn was a “usual thing” for him, it had nothing to do with the scale of the projects he was involved in.

Ivy: There’s nothing we can do about it. We’ve told him time and time again to take breaks, but he just won’t listen.

Sakura: Being serious about work is a good thing, but not at the expensive of getting adequate rest.

The sighs of Sakura and Ivy echoed heavily through the living room.

…

… Late at night that day, I suddenly jolted awake.

(I unknowingly fell asleep while unpacking my luggage. As expected, all that nervousness tired me out.)

The guest room assigned to me was luxurious like a high-end hotel room.

(But I can’t seem to settle down…)

Alone in my bedroom, I felt my anxiety crushing down on me.

(Let me get my phone to check the news. Now that I think of it, I’ve been too busy to read it.)

(... Huh? It’s not here!)

I frantically searched through my bag, my top’s pocket, and every other possible location I could think of — my phone was nowhere to be seen.

(Did I drop it somewhere? I’ll go look for it!)

…

Not wanting to turn on the lights, I searched the living room for my phone in the dark.

(I can’t find it. What should I do? Let me think of where else it could be… the places I went to today were…)

(That’s right! I went to the lesson room today. I’ll go look over there…!)

…

When I arrived at the lesson room, I noticed a faint light coming from inside.

(Is someone in there?)

I gently opened the door and peeked inside.

(Is that Xeno? He’s still practising at this late hour? It’s been so many hours.)

Xeno: …

His eyes were glued to the phone in his hand.

(For a moment, I mistakenly thought it was my phone. It was his own phone.)

(His facial expression looks so serious… what’s going on?)

Right when I was about to lean in out of curiosity, the door made a creaking sound.

Xeno: !

… He immediately shot me a hostile look with his sharp eyes.

Xeno: You… what are you doing here?

Rina: Oh, I…

Xeno approached me with big steps.

Rina: Ah!?

He violently grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

Rina: … Ggh.

Xeno: What are you up to?

He asked in an icy tone. Unable to compete with his physical strength, there was no escape.

Rina: X-Xeno! Please let go of me.

(Why is he looking at me like this? He’s scaring me…!)

There was a never seen before powerful flame of emotion burning deep within his freezing cold eyes.

(... So this person is capable of having such strong emotions.)

I was initially terrified and wanted to escape… and yet, I was drawn to him again.

Xeno: Answer my question…!

His handsome face drew closer. All I did was hold my breath and stare at the cold yet passionate flame in his eyes…

#morganatic idol #morudoru #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #xeno main story #morudoru main story

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Kinktober Day 10: Butt Stuff?(I refuse to use the name of the actual prompt as the title)

Summary: Astarion asks to try something very specific in the bedroom. Ailis agrees even though it makes her nervous.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like these pieces in this series, please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Lube, Enemas, Light Dom/Sub, Kissing/Gentle Kissing, Feelings Realization

Additional Notes: This fic involves Spawn Astarion and we are back to the sweet and soft version.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

Ailis went to pick up the crate of washed dishes when she felt her ass be groped. She whirled around to give the person a piece of her mind and found Astarion smiling at her. He was clearly trying to stifle a laugh.

“Hello, darling,” he said and then kissed her on the cheek. She felt her aggravation slip away, but she didn’t want to completely let him off the hook.

“There are nicer ways to greet me, you know,” she said tersely.

“I disagree,” he replied. “Any chance to touch your perfect behind must be taken.”

“I didn’t know it was you,” she huffed.

“I don’t think Wyll or Gale would be brave enough to try it,” Astarion said with a smirk. “Halsin might, but you most certainly would have heard him coming.”

“Hmm,” she hummed and bent to pick up the crate again. Astarion beat her to it.

“I’ll get that for you,” he said and began to lead them back towards the center of camp.

“You’re going to help with a chore?” she said.

“Well, I am helpful like that,” he replied and she laughed out loud.

“What do you want, Astarion?” she asked.

“Darling, I’m hurt!” he exclaimed, though his broad smile suggested otherwise. “Why would you assume I’d only offer help if I want something?”

“Maybe because I have to badger you to complete camp chores when it’s your turn,” she said. “If you’re offering me any kind of aid, then you want something. Spit it out, Astarion. What do you want?” He set the crate don and pulled her by the waist into a kiss. She smiled against his lips and snuggled in closer to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. When he broke off the kiss, he brushed a strand of her hair off her face and stared into her eyes tenderly.

“I want to try something new with you tonight. I’m not sure if it’s something you’ve done before,” he said. The first time he’d said that to her, she’d scoffed and insisted there wasn’t much she hadn’t tried. She’d been rather adventurous in her youth. Her confidence had proven to be hubris. She’d realized quickly that Astarion had much more sexual experience than her and there was quite a lot she hadn’t tried before. He never once made her feel bad for not knowing something and he was always patient with her if she had concerns. So, the prospect of trying something new with him now intrigued her.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked, her heart fluttered with excitement and anticipation. Astarion smiled as he noticed it and brushed his thumbs across her cheeks as he cradled her head in his hands and kissed her forehead. She smiled. He really wanted whatever was on his mind.

“Have you ever tried anal sex?” he asked, doing his best to sound casual, but he was clearly anxious asking her. Considering her racing heart nearly came to a dead stop at the question, she supposed she understood why he sounded a little hesitant. She shouldn’t be shocked he was asking. He’d never outright asked her before, or even said he wanted anal sex, but he’d hinted at it with words and touches. She knew Astarion wanted in her ass. She’d have thought, as a vampire spawn, he’d be more of a neck guy. And right now, she really wished he was. She wasn’t sure how she felt regarding anal sex. She didn’t think it was wrong or anything, but the concept of it made her nervous. That’s why she’d skirted around his hints before. She couldn’t do that now that he’d outright asked her and was waiting on an answer.

“No,” she said, drawing out the word. “I haven’t.” Astarion nodded, even though she knew he’d expected that answer.

“Are you interested in trying it?” he asked. He had his arms wrapped around her waist, but not so tightly she couldn’t break free of his hold. He was giving her the choice to stay close to him or take space if she needed it. For that reason alone, she didn’t pull away and reached up with one hand to gently tug at a white curl resting above his forehead.

“I’m guessing you are?” she said, avoiding the question. He smirked. He knew what she was doing.

“I’ve had anal sex before, Ailis. Giving and receiving. You know this,” he said. She nodded. She knew. “I would like to try it with you, but I’m not sure how you feel about it, other than that it clearly makes you nervous. Are you at all interested?” She squirmed and tried to think of a way to divert the conversation, but her mind stayed blank. She glanced at his expectant gaze and sighed.

“I’ve never considered it before,” she said. He didn’t look surprised.

“Are you willing to consider it now?” he asked softly, running a hand gently up and down her back, trying to ease her tension. She hesitated.

“Won’t it be painful?” she asked, thinking about where his dick would breach. The anus wasn’t the vagina. It wasn’t designed to have anything go up it.

“There may be some pain,” he admitted, “but with proper prep it shouldn’t be unbearable.” She pursed her lips as she thought about it. “Ailis.” She glanced back at his face. “Do you really think I’d suggest something that would cause you tremendous pain?” That questioned settled it for her.

“No,” she said. “I don’t. All right. We can try it.” He smiled widely at her and pulled her in closer for a kiss.

“Meet me at our spot in fifteen minutes,” he told her and then hurried off. She smiled fondly at his retreating figure until her eyes landed on the crate of clean plates.

“What an asshole,” she sighed, and grabbed the crate and headed back to camp.

Fifteen minutes later, Ailis stepped into the abandoned building of the Last Light Inn that she and Astarion had essentially made their hook up spot. He was already there, pulling a clean sheet over the mattress. She saw he had supplies ready on the bedside table. The bottle of oil didn’t surprise her, but she didn’t know what to think at the sight of the 2-liter bag attached to a tube and nozzle.

“Hello, darling,” Astarion greeted her as he approached. He pulled her into a kiss. “Ready?”

“I guess. I’m nervous,” she admitted. He gave her a soft smile and kissed her forehead.

“That’s understandable, but you’re with a professional,” he said. “I’ll make this a good experience for you.” She smiled and leaned into his chest as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. His own wrapped around her torso and he squeezed her tightly against him. He kissed the crown of her head and they stayed that way for a moment, both enjoying the other’s presence.

“Okay,” she said, pulling a way. “Let’s get started.” His lips quirked up in an amused smile.

“All right,” he agreed and lifted the 2-liter bag of water up off the nightstand. “Let’s get started on the prep work. Do you know what this is?” She was about to shake her head, but then paled as realization hit her.

“Is that an enema?” she asked appalled. Astarion put down the enema bag on the bed.

“It is,” he said evenly. She could tell her was trying to keep her from freaking out, but also giving her space to have an honest reaction. That was probably the only reason why she didn’t flee immediately.

“Why do you have that?” she asked.

“It’s part of the prep. Anal sex can be messy. Taking an enema first can fix that problem,” he explained.

“So, you want me to…” She broke off. She couldn’t finish that sentence. “Is it really necessary?”

“It is for me,” he said. “I’ve had to deal with the mess before and it’s never been my choice. I won’t do this without you taking the enema.” His voice was firm, but he wasn’t arguing with her, or trying to be difficult. He was just setting a boundary. But his boundary was pushing at one of her own.

“I…” She didn’t really know what to say.

“Ailis, have you ever had an enema before?” he asked. Her face turned tomato red. Her instinct was to deny it, but instead she nodded, while at the same time, wrapping her arms tightly around herself in a self-soothing hug. “I take it that it wasn’t a good experience.” He said it softly.

“It was not,” she said stiffly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not going to make you talk about it, but I would like to understand why you are so averse to it,” he replied. “Did it cause you pain? Were you…”

“It was embarrassing, okay?” she snapped. “I felt shamed over it for weeks!” She found herself pulled into a tight hug. She slowly felt her tension ease and she unwrapped her arms from her own torso to wind around his.

“I’m sorry you were made to feel shame over it before,” he murmured softly in her ear. “I don’t know who administered one to you before, an old lover or your mother, but you didn’t deserve to be made to feel bad over it.” He tipped her chin up to make eye contact with her. “I promise I won’t do that to you. We’ll get it done and over with and move on to more enjoyable activities. It won’t be brought up outside of here.” She believed him, but she still hesitated. He played with a loose strand of her hair.

“We also don’ have to do this, Ailis,” he said. “It’s okay if you change your mind.”

“But you want this,” she said.

“I do,” he said, “but not at your expense. We can do something else that you’re more comfortable with.” She buried her face in his chest and he ran his hands soothingly up and down her back and stamped an occasional kiss to the top of her head. She sighed after a moment and pulled back.

“How do you need me positioned to administer it?” she asked.

“You’re certain, Ailis?” he asked and she nodded. “All right, then. Come to this side of the bed and lie on your side facing the door. Remove your pants and undergarment first.” She did as he directed. He adjusted her to be centered a little closer to the middle of the bed, and then hooked the enema bag to the bedpost. She started to roll over onto her stomach and raise her hips, but he stopped her.

“You don’t need to get in that position, darling,” he told her softly. He gently pushed her right leg up until her knee was parallel to her chest. She saw him reach for the oil and knew he was putting some on the nozzle. She jumped when he fingers spread some oil around her entrance, and then tensed when she felt the nozzle nudge at it.

“I need you to relax,” Astarion said soothingly. “Take a deep breath for me.” She did as he said and felt some of her tension ease from her. At the same moment, she felt the nozzle slide into her and she made a face. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. And if this was uncomfortable, she couldn’t imagine how his dick would feel. Her thoughts broke off from that though, when she felt water begin to flow into her. She flinched and Astarion immediately climbed into bed behind her and pulled her back to his chest while murmuring words of encouragement in her ear. She tried to focus on the words he was saying, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the odd sensation of watering flowing into her. Her stomach began to feel full and tight and suddenly a cramp ripped across her lower abdomen. She whimpered, and the flow of water stopped.

“Cramp?” Astarion asked. She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut as another rolled through her. Astarion lowered a hand to her distended abdomen and massaged it, trying to ease the cramp. She sucked in a few deep breaths and finally her muscles relaxed. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. You only have half left.”

“There’s still that much left?” she whined. He kissed her cheek.

“It’ll be over soon, Ailis,” he assured her. She sighed, but nodded, and he unclamped the tube. She grimaced as the water began to flow again. She began to curl in on herself as another cramp tore at her abdomen. She felt Astarion reach for the clamp again, but she stopped him.

“Leave it. I want this over with sooner rather than later,” she said through gritted teeth.

“But you’re in pain,” he replied.

“I’ve felt worse. Just let it empty,” she growled. He sighed, but left the clamp alone. He moved his hand back to her abdomen and tried to tub out the cramp. After another moment the water stopped. “Is it done?”

“Yes, but I want you to try and hold it for fifteen minutes,” he replied.

“What? Why?” she cried.

“To ensure your entire system is cleared out,” he said and she groaned.

“Fine,” she agreed sullenly.

“Do you want me to remove the nozzle?” he asked. “You might feel more secure with it in.”

“No, I want it out,” she said insistently.

“Of course, darling,” he replied and she felt him gently ease it out of her. She immediately curled up into a ball. He curled around her and stroked her hair. She tried to breathe her way through cramps, but they kept increasing and it wasn’t long before she felt the urge to go.

“How long has it been?” she asked.

“Five minutes,” he answered. She whined.

“I have to go,” she complained.

“Try to hold it a little longer, Ailis,” he told her. “Ten minutes isn’t as long as it feels.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one dealing with these cramps,” she grumbled. He kissed the top of her head.

“You’re almost done,” he assured her. She muttered a few curses under her breath and he laughed. She tried to focus on his hands gently stroking her wherever he touched rather than on the cramps, but she was fighting a losing battle.

“I can’t!” she cried. “I need to…I’m going to…”

“All right. It’s all right, darling. Go,” he said and she shot off the bed and out the door. She didn’t even take the time to slip on her pants. She just hoped none of her companions were around to see her.

About twenty minutes later, she rejoined Astarion in the abandoned building. She saw he’d cleaned up and put away the enema equipment and she felt immensely grateful to him. He looked up at her cautiously from where he sat on the bed and held his arms out to her. She rushed into them and he pulled her down on his lap for comfort. She buried her face in his neck and he held her tightly as he began to rock her. It wasn’t long before she felt her nerves were soothed and she remembered why she’d agreed to that particular prep work. And although she still felt nervous over it, she decided to move the night forward.

She stamped a kiss to his neck and then his jaw and then the corner of his mouth. When he started to smile, she kissed him deeply, moving a hand up to frame his face while the other tangled in his hair at the base of his head. He held her tighter in return. When the kiss finally broke, she leaned back and removed her shirt and upper garment. She reached for the base of his shirt, but he grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“Not yet, darling,” he said and pressed a kiss to her palm. “There’s certain logistics that need to be discussed.”

“Such as?” she asked nervously.

“I know you typically like to be face to face during the act, but it might be physically easier on you if I enter from behind,” he said cautiously. She hesitated. Since they had found their spot at the Last Light Inn, they had been able to expand upon sexual positions they enjoyed as she was less likely to be triggered looking down on a mattress than dirt that reminded her of her trauma. That being said, her nerves were on fire. She wasn’t sure she liked the idea of not being easily able to see his face.

“I’m not sure,” she replied. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Do you think you can manage it while I prep you?” he asked. “I’m not trying to push your boundaries, Ailis. I just want to make this as easy on you as possible.”

“I think I can handle that,” she said hesitantly and he kissed her again.

“Stand up for a minute for me, darling,” he ordered and she obeyed. She watched as he removed his shirt and then adjusted the pills on the bed. When he had them how he wanted them, he guided her down onto the bed. He maneuvered her so her hips rested on a pillow, raising her ass in the air. He’d also arranged a pillow for her to hold onto if she wanted. She wasn’t normally inclined to grasp onto her hide moans in a pillow, but tonight she thought there was a chance she’d need to. She squeezed the pillow and tensed when she saw him take the jar of oil from the nightstand.

“I need you to relax for me, darling,” he said, running a soothing hand up and down her spine. “Take a few deep breaths.” She did as he said and slowly relaxed. She heard him uncap the bottle and then he parted her cheeks so he could access her more easily. She stiffened again when she felt a cool, wet finger press against her puckered hole. He pressed a kiss to the bottom of her spine and she took another deep breath as he played around her entrance, applying pressure, but not yet breaching it. As she got used to the sensation, she finally relaxed completely and that’s when he pushed in. She squawked at the foreign sensation as he slowly pushed into her and tensed. She felt every groove in his finger as she clenched around it.

“Are you all right? Does this hurt?” he checked in.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she replied. “But it…it feels weird.”

“Good weird or bad weird?” Astarion asked and she looked over her shoulder to see him grinning in amusement. She scowled.

“Just weird,” she replied tersely. His free hand soothingly massaged the back of one of her thighs.

“You’ll get used to the feeling,” he promised. “I know if can be shocking the first time. Now try and relax again, darling. I can’t move without hurting you while you’re this tensed against me.” She listened and took a few deep breaths. This time, she also fantasized over their post-coital cuddling and her muscles eased up faster.

“That’s good, darling,” he praised and began to move his finger inside her. Her brows furrowed at the strange sensation, but after a while, she did grow accustomed to his exploratory thrusts. And it wasn’t awful. She could feel a spark of interest between her legs, but the interest died when she felt another finger at her entrance. He began to slide a second finger in with the first, and this time, there was pain. She tensed and the pain sharpened as she stretched around his fingers. She let out a sputtering gasp, and he stopped.

“You need to relax, darling. You’ll only make this painful if you’re this tense,” Astarion said.

“I tensed because it hurts,” she panted between quick breaths.

“It can be a little painful at first. It shouldn’t be unbearable though. I’ll use more oil,” he told her and removed both fingers. She took the moment to suck in a few deep breaths and almost managed to relax before both fingers were at her entrance again. They slowly pushed in, but even with the extra oil, there was still a slight pain from the stretch. She focused on her breathing and tried to set her mind on a fantasy of the them together, but she couldn’t fully ignore the odd feeling of his fingers dragging against her inner walls in a part of her body she was growing more and more sure of that he didn’t belong in.

“Tell him to stop then,” a voice inside her head said. She opened her mouth to do so, but stopped. This was something Astarion really wanted. He’d asked her for this, and despite always being the one in charge of their sexual escapades, he rarely asked for anything. She had to at least give it a fair chance, and in her opinion, two fingers were not a fair chance. Two fingers were barely a chance at all. So, she continued to draw in shallow breaths until his fingers were pushed fully inside her. He stopped moving and she tried to focus her mind on anything but the ache caused by his fingers inside her.

Thankfully, he also wanted her mind on something else. He leaned over her and kissed her cheek. He trailed kissed up to her ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth. She gasped and couldn’t help a slight thrust of her hips. The movement caused him to move inside her, but he didn’t give her a second to think about the slight pain it caused. He used his free hand to brush her hair off her neck and began to kiss and nibble his way down her neck. He then moved to a shoulder blade and pressed a soft kiss to it before he bit down, though not hard enough to break skin. This time when she thrust down, there was enough friction to tease her clit and a spike of pleasure went through her so strong that even his fingers inside her felt good and she moaned.

She felt him smile against her shoulder, and he started to move his fingers inside her again. There was a slight sting as he pumped and scissored her open, but she was beginning to enjoy the feeling. She experimentally thrust her hips back towards him and groaned as his fingers sunk impossibly deeper insider her.

“Mmm. Yes. That’s it, darling,” he practically purred.

“Harder,” she ordered and he laughed but obeyed. He thrust harshly into her a few times and she chased after her please as she thrust into the pillow and then back on his fingers. She let out a frustrated whine when he removed his fingers completely. She opened her mouth to complain, but her jaw snapped shut when she felt three fingers prodding at her entrance. She tried to remain relaxed and focus on the pleasure she’d been feeling, but she couldn’t even think to move her hips to get friction as the sharp, burning sting returned worse than ever as he stretched her wide. She bit her lip as her eyes watered and tried to bear it, but the pain worsened the deeper he went and she whimpered, feeling a tear spill over and down her cheek. He immediately removed his fingers.

“Okay, Ailis. I’m stopping,” he said in a soothing tone. He tried to help her roll over, but she resisted.

“No. I’m fine,” she said, quickly brushing the tear away. “You can continue.” She glanced over her shoulder and saw him frowning.

“Ailis, you clearly don’t like this,” he said.

“I was enjoying it a minute ago. I just need to adjust. Now, come on,” she urged, raising her hips up to put her ass on display, trying to tempt him back into sex.

“Ailis, sit up,” he ordered and she sighed. She shifted onto her side and rested her head on her hand so she could look up at him. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and gave her a soft look. “Why are you trying to force yourself through this and why do you want me to let you?”

“You asked to try this,” she said, frowning.

“Yes. And you agreed to it,” he said, “but you aren’t enjoying this.”

“I was enjoying it a few minutes ago. I just…”

“You were enjoying humping against the pillow,” he said. “You were tolerating me fingering your ass.” She scowled.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, so why are you?” she snapped. “You have the go ahead.”

“Why would I want to keep doing something you’re not enjoying?” he said.

“You like anal sex,” she said.

“Yes, but I like you more and you don’t,” he replied looking completely baffled by her obstinance.

“You asked for this. You almost never ask for anything when it comes to sex,” she cried. “So, I need to give this a fair chance.” He stared at her with wide eyes and tugged his hair with his hands before taking a deep and unneeded breath.

“I think you’ve given it a fair chance, Ailis,” he said gently.

“A few fingers aren’t a fair chance,” she argued.

“I think it is,” he said. Angry tears filled her eyes.

“Well, I don’t,” she replied. “It’s not a fair chance until you get your dick in me and actually fuck me.” The tears spilled over. He brushed them away before she could.

“I think we should stop, Ailis,” he said softly.

“No,” she refused. He sighed, but nodded.

“I’m only going to agree to continue if you accept my bargain, all right?” he said.

“What bargain?” she asked.

“If you aren’t enjoying it after I’m inside you after three thrusts, we’re putting an end to this,” he stated firmly. “I think we should put an end to this now, but I will continue against my better judgement if you agree to this bargain.”

“Ten thrusts,” she bargained.

“Five,” he returned with a sigh.

“Eight.”

“Five, Ailis,” he said. “No more.”

“Fine,” she snapped. “Five.” She flopped back over on her stomach. He snorted. She waited for him to resume prepping her, but he draped himself over her back and grabbed her arm and then brought I down underneath her and settled her fingers over her core.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

“W…what?” she said. He pressed their entwined hands down so her fingers put pressure on her clit. She gasped.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated, practically growling in her ear. She mewled and began rubbing circles over her clit. He removed his hand as she began to work herself over. His fingers returned to her entrance. She hesitated for a second. “Don’t stop, Ailis.” She continued and he sunk one, then two fingers back inside her. She groaned, but any discomfort she felt was outweighed by the pleasure from the attention she was giving to her clit. He thrust his fingers in her once, then twice, and on the third thrust, she pushed her hips back to meet him.

The next time she felt him at her entrance, three fingers breached her. The burn returned, but she continued to play with herself and after a moment, the burn eased and she fucked herself back on his fingers as he pushed into her and scissored her open. Suddenly, he removed all fingers and she whined in complaint.

“Sorry, darling, but I believe you wanted a change of position,” Astarion teased, rolling her over onto her back. She reached up for him to pull him into a kiss and he humored her. When he pulled away, he reached for the pillow under her and tugged it until she was positioned how he wanted her, with her hips lifted up off the mattress. He removed his pants and undergarment and she saw his thick and turgid cock and felt a spark of anxiety. It was far larger than three fingers.

“You’re not going to fit,” she said. He smirked, and she could tell he was stifling a laugh.

“I’ll fit,” he assured her. “Are you ready?” She wasn’t sure, but she nodded. His cocked lined up to her entrance and began to push in. The burn was worse than each time before. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering, but she couldn’t help a tear from escaping. “I can stop, Ailis.”

“We agreed on five thrusts,” she ground out through gritted teeth.

“But if this is unbearable for you…”

“It’s not. Continue,” she ordered. He sighed.

“Try to relax. And keep touching yourself, Ailis. I didn’t tell you that you could stop,” he said. She groaned and did as he ordered, increasing pressure on her clit to combat the burn as he pushed into her until finally, he bottomed out. She panted as she tried to adjust to him. Astarion was large. Even vaginally, he was a lot to take, but she didn’t think she ever felt so full as she did right now. She used the arm she wasn’t using to pleasure herself to wrap around his waist to keep him close. He kissed her damp cheek and then slowly began to slide out. He pulled back only about halfway, before slowly thrusting back in. She took a deep breath and bore another two thrusts. On the fourth her drew back farther, and she wrapped a leg around him and pushed at him when he thrust in, forcing him somehow even deeper inside her.

They both groaned, and Astarion stopped holding back. He pulled all the way out, and then shoved back in. She felt the burn of it, but the sensation was almost pleasurable now. The next time he thrust in she pushed forward to meet him. One of his hands found hers and forced it to the mattress by her head, and held it there gently with his own. They kissed sloppily, though passionately as they moved together, panting into each other’s open mouths as they joined together. Ailis felt his rhythm start to falter and knew he was about to cum. She was nearly there herself. Tension was building in her core. Sparks of pleasure shooting off like electricity as she played over her clit. Muscles in her thighs and core were twitching and she felt her cunt start to clench. She increased the pressure on her clit and her body jerked as she went over the edge. All thought seeped from her mind as the world around her faded.

When she came back to herself, she noticed Astarion had stopped moving. He laid across her torso, and was pressing gentle kisses to her neck. She could feel him still inside her, though he was soft now. He’d also found release. She lifted a hand and carded it through his now messy, white curls. He smiled against her jugular and then pushed himself up so he could look at her face.

“How are you feeling, darling,” he asked. His smile was fond and relaxed, but she saw caution and worry in his eyes. She cupped his face in her hands and gently pulled him down to her for a deep and languorous kiss.

“Never been better,” she replied when the kiss ended. He smiled and stroked her cheek.

“Did you like it though?” he asked. “And don’t lie to me. Please.” She hesitated, and thought over her response. She didn’t hate it, but…

“Maybe we can relegate it to special occasions,” she said. “When is your birthday?” He laughed and kissed her again. When he pulled back this time, he also pulled out of her and she winced. He immediately moved down her body to inspect her entrance. She grimaced as he probed a her gently for a moment.

“No tears,” he told her.

“I didn’t think there would be,” she said. “You said you’d make this a good experience for me.” He smiled and they kissed again before he rolled off of her and then pulled her back against his chest. His arms wrapped snuggly around her.

“Thank you for this,” he murmured in her ear. She smiled, and snuggled back against him, trying to eliminate any space between their skin. She started to drift off to sleep when suddenly her eyes shot open wide ad her heart began to pound against her ribcage. The cold, icy grip of fear latched onto her as she realized what she’d been trying to suppress for weeks now. What she felt was the absolute truth. This was no longer a fling to her. She loved him…and that terrified her.

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