Woke up (after oversleeping waaay too much) from a dream, which I am now convinced my brain put together as a personal attack on me. It really had everything in it that I was worrying over, just to make me sad.
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Could I request a friends with benefits Ghost. Where he isn’t sure of his feelings for reader, but he sees her with another guy and gets very jealous and realizes he’s in love and shows her just how much 😏👀
Yes!!! I hope you enjoy this! Still tryna find my niche with Smut, so I hope it's good! Thank you🙃❤️
You're Mine
Simon Ghost Riley X AFAB Reader
Warnings: swearing, SMUT, p in v sex, oral (f receiving) cream pie
You and Ghost have known each other since he joined Task Force 141. You were Laswells assistant, so it was common for your paths to cross.
Soon after the two of you met, you two started hanging outside of work and grew rather close. Ghost had felt he finally found someone who understood him and felt that he could open up to you as a friend.
One night, a few months into your friendship, you both had gotten rather drunk and ended up between the sheets together in Simon's quarters.
Not being one for feelings because of his past, Simon had made you promise that this would just be a way to let off steam for the two of you. No feelings could get involved because that would only make things messy. And Simon couldn't do messy.
He'd convinced himself that he didn't have feelings for you. He ignored the small flutters in his chest when he'd see you or the way he'd get butterflies in his stomach when you'd kiss him. He'd never, not to anyone, admit that he watched you sleep peacefully, after the two of you would spend the night together.
He wasn't in love with you. No, he couldn't be. He'd had that mindset until he happened to come across you and the new recruit Sam, talking together in the hallway one day.
He stopped and moved to a spot where he couldn't be seen and watched. The two of you were standing awfully close to one another. It was no secret that you were a beautiful person, so it didn't come as a total surprise when Sam moved to stroke your arm lightly, causing you to giggle.
Simon found himself seething under his mask. How dare that guy think he could touch you like that? More importantly, how could you have let him touch you like that?
These thoughts circled in his head, making him grow more and more agitated.
Shaking his head in anger, he stormed past you and the recruit, making his way to the debrief with Price.
You saw him walk past you and politely excused yourself from Sam.
"Ghost hey, wait up." You called, running to catch up to him.
"What do you want." His voice was cold, something you were not used to being on the receiving end of.
"I just wanted to walk with you to the debrief?" Your voice cracking slightly. Was he angry with you?
"Why don't you get that rookie to walk you? You seemed pretty comfortable with him over there."
"What? Simon, I was just talking with him. It wasn't like that."
"Sure did look like that." Ghost mumbled, not bothering to spare a glance to you.
"Simon, what's the deal? I don't understand why you're being like this." You grabbed his arm lightly, trying to get him to stop walking.
"What I don't understand is why you think it's okay to go and act like a slag." He ripped his arm away from you, and continued to walk forward.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you let out a small cry. "What?"
"You heard me. Forget tonight. I'm sure you'll be busy with that guy anyway." Simon pushed into the meeting room, leaving you standing in the hallway, alone.
~
Later that night, you heard a knock on your door. Unsure of who it could be this late an hour, you opened it up slightly to peek out. It was Simon.
"What do you want?" You made sure to use the same cold tone he'd used toward you earlier.
"I'm here to talk. May I come in?" He wedged his hand in between the door and the frame so you couldn't close it on him.
You sighed deeply but opened the door for him to enter.
The two of you sat in awkward silence as Simon fumbled for words. He was never good in these situations, and didn't really know what to say.
"I.. I shouldn't have said what I did. That was wrong of me."
You turned to look at him but didn't say anything. It was going to take a lot more than that for him to make things right.
Simon noticed you were saying anything, so he continued. "I fucked up, okay? I'm not good with this shit. I'm not good with words. But fucking hell. I couldn't stand the sight of that Y/N. His hands on you like that? You're mine dammit. Nobody should touch you like that but me."
Your cheeks flushed at his words. You were his? You were only friends with benefits, that's all he ever wanted... right? He told you he wanted no feelings involved, so you shoved what you felt for him as deep as you could, not ruining the chance to be with Simon in any way he'd let you.
"You told me you only wanted this casual, Simon. You made it clear to me that you didn't want any feelings involved, you said-." You started, but Simon cut you off.
"I know what I said. I thought that was what was best, I thought I could.. I thought I could just have that with you. Neither of us could get hurt that way. But God, I was wrong. Because fucking hell Y/N. You're what I want."
Simon ripped his mask off in one motion and pressed his lips against yours roughly. You moaned into his mouth at the roughness he was showing, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.
Grabbing your waist with a tight grip, he lifted you up, allowing you to wrap your legs against his waist. Simon kicked the door closed with his heel and made his way to your bed, throwing you down on it harshly.
"I'm gonna fucking show you, that my names the only one that should ever pass those pretty little lips of yours, yeah?"
You were too dazed to speak, too stunned by his words, so you only nodded in response.
Simon ripped his shirt off and crawled over the top of you as he leaned down to place his lips against your neck. He ran his tongue along the side of your neck before biting into the spot just below your earlobe harshly. You cried out, causing him to smirk before soothing his tongue over the spot.
"I'm the only one who should ever hear those pretty sounds, baby." He cooed, continuing to bite little marks into your neck, then using his tongue to caress the bruising flesh there.
He lifted you up slightly so he could remove your hoodie, smiling to himself when he saw you had no bra on. Bending back down, he looked up at you. "These tits are mine."
He continued to hold eye contact as he ran his tongue down the top of your breast and took one of your nipples into his mouth, and sucked. lightly. You moaned loudly as he used his hand to massage the flesh on your other breast while biting down on your nipple lightly.
He moved his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Making his way to your underwear, he stopped when he was face level with your heat. "This pussy is mine."
He had a devilish look in his eyes as he ran his tongue along your clothed pussy. You gasped, and your fingers flew to his hair, tugging on the strands. "Fuck, Simon."
"That's it, be good, and you'll get what you want." Simon smirked to himself before removing your panties completely, leaving your sopping pussy bare to him.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of each thigh before shoving his face into your core. He ran his tongue along your folds, lapping up whatever he could of your juices. You bucked your hips at the movement, effectively grinding your pussy against his face.
"Use my tongue, pet, go on." He pleaded, looking up to find your head thrown back in pleasure.
You did as he asked, as he flattened his tongue against your core. You slowly started to move yourself up and down, Simon's tongue following your movements. The feeling was ethereal. You'd never done anything like him with this before, and you couldn't get enough of it.
You felt yourself growing close to your orgasm, and Simon could take the hint. Wanting nothing more than to make you feel good, he grabbed your thighs, trapping you in place, before moving his mouth to your clit and sucking hard. He moved his hand to your core and inserted two fingers, pumping in and out at an insanely fast pace.
"Simon!" You screamed as you struggled against his hold. Simon moaned against your clit, and quickened his fingers.
You felt the coil in your belly snap as your orgasm washed over you, leaving you shaking in Simon's grip.
He tightened his arm around your thighs as he licked up the remnants of your orgasm.
"Always taste so good, sweetheart." He said softly, placing a kiss to your core before crawling back over you.
"Let me make you feel good, yeah?"
Your breathing was heavy and you looked through your lidded eyes at him. "Please Si."
He smirked as he rid himself of his pants, revealing his thick cock. In all the times you'd had sex, you'd never gotten used to seeing him fully.
He leaned down to press a kiss to you lips, as he fisted himself a few times. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds, gathering as much of your wetness as he could, before inserting himself into you slowly.
"S-Simon." You whimpered.
"I know, babygirl. Gonna fuck you real good yeah?" He slowly pulled himself out again, before ramming himself back into you. "You're always so fucking tight. This pussy was made for me."
He closed his eyes at the feeling and let out a soft groan as he continued to pull himself in and out of you at a slow pace. He always wanted to savor the slow moments, before fucking you senseless.
He grabbed your chin softly, forcing you to look at him, as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. The only sounds that could be heard were his skin slapping against yours and soft moans coming from the two of you.
"God, you always take me so well." He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Fucking hell."
He moved his hands to your waist, grounding himself as he moved to deepen his thrusts. His cock was hitting spots that had you seeing stars. In all your times of having sex with Simon, you'd never felt quite this good.
Simon could feel himself approaching his climax and fast. He could never last long with you, no matter how often the two of you slept together.
He was desperate to have you cum one more time for him, so he moved his hand down to your clit, and started rubbing vigorously. "Cum with me, sweetheart. Give me one more, yeah?"
He groaned loudly as you let out a squeal, and clenched around his cock, your second orgasm ripoing through you. Unable to prolong his orgasm any further, he gripped your waist tightly and released himself inside you.
You both looked at each other as you each caught your breath. Reaching your hand up, you cupped Simon's cheek softly. "If you want my heart, Simon, you can have it. Only if I can have yours in return."
Simon leaned into your touch before placing a kiss on your palm. "You've got mine, Y/N."
~
Later that night, Simon had found himself watching you drift off to sleep. You'd always looked so peaceful to him, and he couldn't help but stare at you.
As Simon watched you, he finally allowed himself to feel what he's felt for you all this time. He was truly, deeply, and madly in love with you. He wanted to be yours, and he wanted you to be his.
He smiled to himself before placing a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, Y/N."
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Romeo Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone (Roman Roy Succession Request)
Part Two Available Now!
Pairing: Roman Roy (Succession) x Gender Neutral! Reader
Requests: "Roman x Mattson!reader? Forbidden/secret relationship?" AND "Perhaps some smut for Roman Roy? Maybe Roman being on the more submissive side? Thank you!"
Warnings: Smut, spoilers for the new season.
Word Count: 2.7k
Author's Note: Oh Roman, I'm going to pretend I haven't seen the latest episode so I can continue fancying you without having to think critically about this piece of media 🙃 Thank you to the ABSOLUTE genius that suggested a Mattson! reader, forbidden romance vibe, I loved the request and enjoyed writing this so much, I've gone full Romeo & Juliet! (More like Rome-eo, hahaha I felt like a genius for this). Also this is my first Roman smut so it was a bit of a challenge to try and keep it in the same tone i've written Roman in so far, but I hope you enjoy! As always keep the requests coming :D
Romey-o take me somewhere we can be alone
"Have you had enough of this little ass-kiss fucky fest yet?" You watched the little bubble pop up on your phone and looked across the party in reflex, scanning the crowd until you saw his smug little smile directed your way. You unlocked your phone to reply, scrolling up to glimpse the hundreds of messages between the two of you since you'd met that day at the woodlands company retreat three weeks ago.
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"Problems working with your older brother? I can relate." You stepped out into the night air to find Roman hunched over the railing of the small balcony, hands threading through his hair so firmly he threatened to pull it out in clumps. His shoulders grew a little less tense as your voice washed over him, hands falling to the edge of ledge as he gestured for you to join him.
"So you're the younger Mattson? You could have fooled me, on account of you not being a massive dick." He laughed at the words but it came out hollow, watching his breath form a white wisp in front of his face in the cold night air.
"Thanks, I try my best to be an actual human being. I hear out of all the Roys you're the most favourable to be around too."
He turned his head sharply to really look at you, the sincerity in your tone and the measured kindness of your words catching his attention.
"Oh yeah?" He probed, hoping another almost compliment would fall from your lips before he did something to ruin this moment. Truth was he'd spend half the weekend watching the way you floated through the conference, poised, humble, soft; the antithesis of your brother Lucas. And so he'd avoided you, sure that any moment spent in your presence would only tarnish the shining light you carried so effortlessly.
"I like to think I've got good instincts for people, and I think there's something about you that's different from the rest of your family. And I mean that in a good way." You were thoughtful as you spoke, treading lightly around the slick man in front of you, sure that one wrong move would have him sprinting back inside, spitting venom in his words as he went.
"That's actually pretty nice to hear these days." Roman replied after a pause, now standing squarely to face you, searching your eyes for any hint of deception and mockery and instead finding a tranquility that washed over him in waves as you returned a smile he hadn't realised he was sharing.
"I'm really sorry about your father by the way. And I'm even more sorry that you have to be here right now." You grimaced at your brother's insistence that this weekend go ahead as planned, every ounce of humanity seeming to leave him the moment his bank account saw a certain amount of zeros. Roman nodded at your words, the taste of condolences still unfamiliar and bitter in his mouth, cursing his father for ruining yet another interaction for him, even from beyond the grave. You read his silence for the pain that it was and set your hand gently on top of his where it rested on the railing.
"Well I should go back inside before any of our siblings accuse us of fraternising with the enemy, but it was nice to meet you. I really mean that."
Panic rose up in the back of Roman's throat as you turned to move away, not yet ready for this moment to end, feeling better than he had in weeks. He ignored the voice crying out inside him to stay strong, to isolate himself, to trust no one, and instead caught your rising hand with his.
"Maybe we could fraternise just a little longer.
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And so you and Roman had spent an evening sharing in the perils of being a younger sibling in your strange corporate worlds, swapping numbers and an unspoken agreement to keep this from your families as you departed the next day, Roman touching the spot on his cheek you had blessed with a gentle kiss when he snuck into your treehouse to say a real goodbye. And so followed weeks of secret texts and furtive phone calls, pouring out your souls until finally you were back in the same room, parted in a hotel lobby by a sea of political donors and movers and shakers, but feeling only one pair of eyes on you.
"I thought you'd never ask." You sent back in response, locking eyes with him once again and tipping your head toward an emergency exit you had checked led to a service elevator. From opposite sides of the room you each slipped through the crowd, trying your best to be unseen, aware that any of these prying eyes could collapse what you had delicately built with a single passing comment. As you reached the door you did a final scan to ensure there were no Waystar or GoJo members nearby who could catch a glimpse of this subtle rendezvous, before backing through the door yourself.
Roman stood waiting between the open elevator doors, looking almost bashful as you dashed towards him, vanishing into the small metal room as he let the door slide shut behind him.
"Thanks for holding it." You couldn't help the anticipation loaded in your tone, facing Roman and finding him stood barely an inch away from your blushing face.
"I had a feeling we were going to the same floor." He breathed out, eyes wide and hands shaking as they rose to brush either side of your face, the adoration clear in the gentle way his thumbs stroked your cheeks.
Before either of you could think your way out of something good, you leant forward, closing the gap between your lips and sending a whirlwind of warmth and glitter spinning through your bodies, the reunion more than worth the wait. His head bobbed forward to return the gesture, body following the movement until he was pressed entirely against you. It wasn't rough, or frantic, or urgent. It was like deep down you knew you'd be doing this forever, so you had all the time in the world to sweetly caress the nape of his neck, parting his lips for a content sigh that only let you taste more of him.
By the time the lift doors opened on your floor Roman could hardly remember where he began and you ended, unsure how he ever coped being half way across the planet from you, needing to keep you as close as he could for every second you could steal tonight. You could feel it too, the desperate pull of your heart towards him, the air of secrecy that only made you want him more, this forbidden fruit the sweetest you would ever taste.
You could feel his cheeks brush against yours as he fought back a smile at finally having you in his arms, and the physical confirmation you had been feeling this overwhelming chemistry too. He would have berated anyone else for believing in love at first sight, but as you rested your forehead softly against his, feeling the joy emanating between you, he didn't think this could be anything else. When you pushed the jacket free of his shoulders, helping him shrug away the fabric until it crumpled on the floor, he had to stop himself from pulling away. Not because he didn't want this with you. It was really the opposite; he couldn't remember ever feeling this way, ever wanting someone to be so close to him, to feel every part of him, and now he wanted that more than anything with you. But he was scared of being vulnerable, and insecure in his inexperience, completely unsure what real intimacy could even look like.
As you worked through the buttons on his shirt, you could see the gears whirring in his head, the unmistakable fear and excitement of a man that's seen a hard-drive's worth of porn but never felt the touch of a person that genuinely cares about them.
"We can stop?" You offered, pulling your hands away from his shirt, only for him to vigorously shake his head and rip it off himself, a stray button clattering across the floor, disrupting the heavy silence.
"I want to." He insisted, his eyes full of desperate desire as you brought your hands to his now bare chest, his heart hammering in anticipation inside. Unsure of what to do next, Roman firmly grabbed at your ass, voice wavering as he tried to take control, feeling like that should be his role,
"Do you like that, you fucking slut?" Both of your faces seemed to contort in discomfort as the words tumbled out of his mouth, his hand quickly releasing and his eyes clenching shut in embarrassment.
"Sorry Rome, I don't even think you like that?" You questioned softly, bringing your fingertips to sweep delicately over the creases in his forehead, his brow slowly unfurrowing as he blinked his eyes open to see you again.
"Fuck, sorry, I was trying to, you know, talk dirty, be sexy." He waved his hands in a gesture of uncertainty as he spoke, surprised you weren't laughing at him or taking the opportunity to run for the door.
"You know talking doesn't have to be degrading to be sexy?" You replied, the calm, confident smile on your face matched by the alluring look in your eye leaving Roman feeling like a deer in headlights, but praying the car will crash right into him.
"Oh yeah?" He gulped, eyes wide as you nodded, pushing him gently so he could step backwards towards the end of the bed. He let himself drift in your current as your touch laid him backwards, every wave of contact soothing his nerves.
"Can I show you?" You breathed in his ear, settling your thighs either side of his legs, feeling all the more powerful for being fully dressed as his bare chest heaved beneath you.
"Please." He begged softly, letting his eyes flutter shut as your lips found his again, fingers tracing a path down his stomach until they reached his belt.
"I'm so glad I got to see you tonight." You sighed against his lips as you began to undo the buckle, feeling his hips twitch, reacting to even the slightest touch. His head leant forward, trying to chase your lips as you spoke, needy for the taste of your kiss as you released the zip and buttons in your way.
"Me too." He eventually sighed out as your lips moved out of his reach, mapping a course across his cheek until you reached the edge of his jaw, applying a little more pressure until you heard the low rumble of moan escape his lips.
"I like hearing you enjoy yourself." You purred, confidence building as he relaxed against your touch, submitting to your control, putty in your hands. Marking a sweet constellation of kisses over his neck you slowly slipped your hand inside his boxers, running one finger over the length of him and feeling him buck up to meet your touch. Roman had never felt both so excited and so relaxed at the same time, never this comfortable with someone exploring his body before, but feeling like he wanted to give every inch over to your control, sure your loving touch could put all the broken pieces of him back together.
You wrapped your hand around his hard length, pumping over him a few times to gage his reaction. His eyebrows scrunched down towards his nose, lips parting as a moan seemed to reverberate through his whole body.
"Does that feel good?" Your tone was sweet, if not a little teasing, sucking on a spot on his throat that seemed to leave him barely able to spit out an 'uh-uh' in response.
"Good, I want to make you feel good, Roman. Will you let me make you feel good?" You praised, bobbing your head down to his chest and picking up the pace of your rubbing hand. Ability to think and speak quickly surrendered, Roman just nodded, for once unable to think of a quippy comeback and just enjoying someone else taking control and being with him so intimately. He'd touched himself like this hundreds of times, thinking cruel, perverse little thoughts the whole time until he was left sitting in a puddle of his own self-contempt. But with you it felt like something new entirely, something positive, and warm, and with each soft praise and gentle kiss that poured from your lips and landed squarely on his chest he could feel his heart lifting, thinking maybe there's a reason he'll only ever thought of it as 'fucking' and not 'making love'.
Your lips drifted down to his chest, gingerly placing a kiss on one nipple and smiling at the way he squirmed under you, eyes now staring down at you in full adoration like you were the most wondrous miracle he could have dreamt of. You could feel his cock starting to twitch in your hand, cooing over him again, sure this wouldn't be the last time the two of you spend a night hiding in the sheets together.
"You're doing so well, Roman. Good boy."
"You feel - so - good." He panted out, the praise bringing him close to the edge before he could really think enough to stop it. Ignoring your own desire stirring up inside your stomach, you gripped your hand on him a little firmer, leaving the other to trace faint circles over his chest, the lingering damp of your kisses only making him more sensitive. Crashing your lips back against his you swallowed his moan before breathing out,
"Cum for me, Rome, please." His lips pressed hard against yours as his hips started to shake, unable to hold back for a second longer and spilling hot white ropes across his stomach, almost whimpering at his sensitive release, overstimulated but still whining the second you released your grip.
His hands reached up to capture your face, somehow trying to portray a lifetime's worth of gratitude and affection in a single overwhelming kiss, before finally releasing you to breathe. As you rose up onto your knees, surveying the smiling fool of a man lying beneath you, you couldn't help but laugh at the state of both of your suit trousers, marred with streaks of sticky white.
"We might need to hide up here for a while until we get cleaned up and dried off, or this might be hard to explain."
"You don't think we could say two seperate waiters happen to get lucky?" Roman rebuffed, pulling a disgusted face as he wiped a finger over the fluid pooling on his stomach.
"Or one waiter got very lucky?" You suggested with a smile, Roman using every ounce of remaining strength to sit up until his lips could find their way to yours.
"No-one's that lucky, so I guess we better stay hidden. I reckon there's a lot more stuff you could show me anyway." Roman's eyes drifted down your body eagerly, wondering exactly what else he'd been missing by never trying it with the right person.
"You don't think the party will miss us?" You teased, pretending to bat away his eager hands.
"What party?" He scoffed, letting you capture him by the wrists and pulling you back to lie with him, falling so you pinned his wrists either side of him, a position he was more than happy to end up in.
"What about our families?" You couldn't help the worried tinge in your voice as you remembered the seemingly insurmountable barrier that stood between yours and Roman's lives. With unusual sincerity he gazed up into your eyes and said softly,
"Fuck 'em, you're my family now."
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Since I'm SO NORMAL about Ghost and what you said about my idea, I can't stop thinking that Ghost wouldn't give reader mask back, actually he would tweak it so it looked like one of his and keep using it. Always using it when you two had some mission together. He would notice how since it happened, reader would always carry an extra mask for him, and OF COURSE it didn't make his heart skip a bit what THE FUCK you on about 🔪.
I imagine that he would be SO conflicted while all of this "get to know" is happening. Everything in him is screaming for him to be the most cold piece of ass so reader would just leave, and he do tries that for a bit after the mask thing happens, but as soon he starts it, he stop it, why? Because he realized it was TOO efective and he didnt like it at all.
All it took was one mean/rude answer from him and reader left him alone like he wanted, or he THOUGHT he wanted, the man watched from afar how you kept talking with the rest of the team and completly ignored him and he was HURT.
But like you said, this man doesnt deal with feelings, so he just pretended nothing happened and went back to talk to you, checking up on you since he doesn't know how to say sorry.
And reader just watched him from afar too, kinda worried that this man really doesnt know how to deal with feelings and wondering what happened to him, but of course they wouldn't dare ask it. Just playing along when he came back.
While the rest of 141 is all like: 👀👀👀🙄😆🙃 watching it all unfold
Link to the first part of this ask 💌
I HEAR YOU, I see you, and I fucking adore you for sharing the same two brain cells with me hahaha.
Seriously, it is not just me who feels only more attracted to Ghost due to his inability to express his emotions, right?
It’s like—I might be a masochist—but the idea of the reader trying so hard to figure out what the hell it is that Ghost wants when every other day he’s giving them the cold shoulder, and every other day he’s checking in on them and telling them a random joke at a slightly inappropriate moment (likely on a stake-out mission or after just having finished sniping someone)—it has me screaming. Oh and he’d totally secretly look at the reader after cracking a joke in hopes to catch a glimpse of their smile because that fucking smile makes his days tremendously better, no matter how much he tries to deny it.
I feel like one day—after yet another moment of Ghost being more distant—the reader would snap and storm to Soap, ranting about how they’re getting fucking whiplash from Ghost’s mood swings, and Soap would sorta just chuckle before going: “y’know it’s because he fuckin’ likes you, right?”
AAAAA can you imagine the fucking mindfuck because while the reader was totally catching feelings for Ghost ever since the whole mask thing happened (fuck, probably even before then because who wouldn’t like a quiet, broody masked man who is fucking hard to approach haha), they genuinely could not tell if Ghost wanted to be their friend or wanted to off them, lol. A healthy mix of both was what they were ready to settle for, but actually hearing Soap say the words was a whole ass spritual awakening.
And suddenly, all the cold shoulders that were followed by Ghost checking in on them made sense. Suddenly the reader begins to notice the way that Ghost would look at them after telling a joke, and the way that he remembers what candybar they like, and how he’d listen to songs that the reader had hummed earlier that week.
WAIT STOP, I can’t breathe hahaha. My chest is doing the thing where it’s swelling with my happiness and excitement and I feel like I’m about to explode.
I’m so ridiculously happy over this hahaha.
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Asking Them "What is Love?": Part 1
Warnings: (not really a warning but) pet names used affectionately (pretty boy, babe, baby, princess, mochi), Gojo is a tease and pretends that yall are FWB, angst to fluff in Maki's part (mentions of the Zenin Clan)
A/n: Sorry for not posting last week 😥😭 It might be the holidays but I still have training for my club activities and yeah I needed to rest a little! Double fic next week I promise 🥺
This is inspired by that one Vanitas no Carte scene ifykyk 😉🙃 (since I just finished Cour 2 of Vanitas no Carte also if you haven't watched it yet, I highly recommend it!!!)
Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Zenin Maki x Gender Neutral!reader
Itadori Yuuji
"Hey Yuuji, what is love?" The random question you asked while you and your boyfriend were cuddling on his bed was answered by Itadori's confused look.
He cocked his head to the side, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Isn't love what you feel for me?" He asked, cupping your face. You leaned into his touch while replying, "Of course baby, but how does someone describe love? Like what's it's equal to? You know what I mean?"
Itadori looked even more confused at this, but started thinking really hard about it nonetheless. "You know what nevermind. It probably-", you were cut off by your boyfriend's answer, his words catching you off guard.
"Well, there's no guarantee we'll meet someone we can love and who loves us back in this world, so love is a blessing, a huge one. Love is warm, you know? It kind of just embraces you into a huge warm hug whenever you see the person you love. It overwhelms you and at that moment, you can only feel the rush of affection for the person you love. At first, you'll get nervous when spending time with the person you love. But over time, it becomes so natural that hanging out together feels right, and it comforts you, like warmth on a cold and snowy winter day. That's how it is for me when I'm with you," he replied, his serious expression melting into one of pure love for you.
"Awwww my baby is so sweet! I love you so much Yuuji!" You said as you hugged him really tight, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He presses a kiss to the top of you head, hugging you back as he says,
"I love you too. So so much."
Fushiguro Megumi
"Megumi, what is love?"
Megumi shut the book he was reading as you curled up closer to him under the blankets on his bed, a slight blush on his face. "What's with the sudden and random question?" he asks, looking away from you while trying to hide his flustered face.
"Is my pretty boy flustered from just one innocent question that I wanted his opinion on?" you asked, seemingly innocent. The large smile on your face suggested otherwise, and Fushiguro refused to look at you.
You weren't expecting a reply, so you were ready to comfort your boyfriend after teasing him, but to your surprise, he did answer your question.
"Love is something that when you experience for the first time, it becomes so painfully overwhelming. You lose all common sense when you see the person you love, and you end up messing up in front of them and things like that. But after you get over the awkwardness and you confess, only to find out the person loves you back, it's a completely new journey. Love is nice… Really nice. It makes you feel on top of the world while also allowing you to humble yourself. You get to learn more about yourself and your partner, and it's honestly a feeling that kind of… Sucks you in and doesn't let go. When you find the right person to love, and when that person loves you, your affection for them just overflows… And I really love you so much… Thank you for showing me what love is."
"Megumi…" Needless to say, you were completely shocked, not just because he answered you, but so because of how his words truly came from the bottom of his heart. You stroked through his hair as you pressed your lips to his, kissing him gently. Of course, he kissed back, the kiss full of love and emotion.
"I love you so much too Megumi! Thank you for bringing me along this journey of experiencing love. I hope this journey never ends," you say happily, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Yeah… I want this journey to last forever too," he replied, linking his hand with yours.
Kugisaki Nobara
"Hey princess? What is love?" You and Kugisaki were getting ready to go out on a date together, when the question suddenly struck you.
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean? Isn't love just an emotion? Love is just love," she says as she picks out an outfit for herself.
"Yeah… Love is an emotion but how does one describe it? What exactly makes it different from just admiration or whatever?"
"Why do you even think of such questions?" she sighs and pauses, before continuing, "Well, love is complicated. You feel so many things for someone and you sometimes don't know what to do. It's like you're going crazy over how to tell that someone that you know, you love them. And the prospect of being rejected makes you feel sad I guess. At least that's what most people say. To me, love is more of a growing feeling that just builds up over time. No matter how long you spend with someone, you'll continue finding new things to love about them each time. Love is something that could hurt and heal, but over time it'll make you stronger while also giving you someone to open up to. The person you love is someone who is like a day of sunshine and hope, someone who you can always rely on and love."
"That's deep… And I didn't know you thought of me that way!" you exclaimed, grinning mischievously.
Kugisaki rolled her eyes as she smiled, "Yeah yeah but that's truly how I really do feel about love… And you. Now get over here and help me pick a dress to wear!"
Gojo Satoru
"Hey 'Toru… What is love?" You asked you boyfriend as he snacked on some of the mochi he had just got after going shopping with you.
"Simple isn't it? Love is the emotion I feel when I see sweets! It's the emotion only for sweets and nothing else!" He declared proudly as he held up one the mochis he was eating.
You pouted, hitting his shoulder lightly. "Then what about the feelings you have for me?" you countered.
"Oh those feelings? Aren't we kind of like friends with benefits? Did you mistake our relationship to be something more than that?" He smirked, looking at the mixture of annoyance and confusion on your face.
"On a serious note, love might be a wonderful thing, but it's still one of the greatest curses of all. In my opinion, it's the biggest curse of all because love makes you so comfortable and vulnerable around a certain person that you just can't and don't want to hide anything from them. You just want to show who you really are, your weaknesses and all. Being yourself in front of another person, completely letting your guard down… It's like being stark naked in front of them, and maybe it's even worse. It's scary how love gets you to open up to another person, but if it's with my little mochi here, I don't mind at all," he says as he pulls you in for a hug.
"Awww my 'Toru is such a romantic tease. I love you so much!" you replied, placing a kiss on his cheek. He kisses you back on your cheek, before kissing you on the lips, the kiss conveying all his love for you.
Zenin Maki
"Hey babe! I was wondering… What exactly is love?" you linked your hand with Maki's as she tore her eyes away from the action movie the two of you were watching, giving you a calculative look.
"Ha? What are tryna make me do? And what's with that oddly deep question? You know I'm not that good at answering those kinds of questions," she replies, squeezing your hand gently.
"Silly Maki. I'm not trying to make you do anything, nor am I trying to get you to say something you don't wanna. I just want to know your honest opinion on what I asked, that's it!" you flashed her your most innocent look, which made her sigh.
"You know I can't argue when you give me that look. Love huh… I never really felt it before, until you came into my life. I was treated like nothing back in the clan, and all I felt were basically just cold, stabbing emotions. But when I met you, it's like the ice in my soul melted. You're like the Sun to me, you're the only one who can melt my heart which was frozen and taught not to be loved for so many years. Romantic love and platonic love are different though. Platonic love is more about cheering you up when you need it. But romantic love is a constant, unchanging even when you go through the highest and lowest points in life. Just knowing my partner will be there for me through highs and lows is more than enough for me. And seeing that you're by my side no matter what makes me feel so unusually at peace with myself and the world."
"Babe… I love you so much you know that? I'll always be here for you ok? I'm never ever gonna leave you," you say as you hug Maki tightly, leaving a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you too… And please… don't ever leave me," she replies, hugging you back.
"I won't. Ever," you promise and she smiles, resting her head on your chest.
Hope you enjoyed this one! It's been different from my other fics since there are no headcanons at all! Part 2 will be out soon so keep an eye out for that!
© @j2lx, 2022
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Crystal Springs Chapter 19: Now on ao3!
See the aftermath of market day HERE!
Chapter 19: The Man with a Plan
With Jack and Winter's connection all fixed up, and an explanation found for the "magic-splosion" up North, Jacqueline finds herself in the hot seat as the subject of her blackouts are broached. Elsewhere, The Man has (some semblance of) a plan, and he's making it Kasper's problem.
Things are coming together! We're getting more and more answers! This chapter is a FUN ONE. We've got some VERY COZY FROST FAM MOMENTS! And we'll be popping off over to see What's Up with The Man 🤔🤔.
And now, your excerpt:
"I think I know where this is going," Jacqueline admitted.
"They just want to help you, Jacqueline. And so do I," Jack said, placing his hand on the handle of Jacqueline's room door. "That's why I brought up the blackouts this morning. And that's part of the reason I was waiting up for you, too. I told Mom and Dad I would. Look, we have to—"
"I know," Jacqueline cut him off, her palm flying up. "I know," she insisted with a tired smile. Fingers curling in, she dropped her palm. "I appreciate you covering my ass about them. And I know I snapped about them this morning," she glanced to the side, pushing hair off of her face. "It's just..." her eyes moved upwards as she searched for words, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's scary. I'm scared. I don't know what they are or why it was happening and I don't know anything about them. I'm a dead end in terms of figuring out what's happening to me, which is just super inconvenient. But," she held up a finger before Jack could interrupt. "Xander and I had a good chat. It's scary, yeah. But I know you guys just want to help and I—" she paused for a minute, taking a very deep breath. "—I'm willing to talk about them now."
"Oh!" Jack said, pleasantly surprised and very relieved. "Oh, that's good."
"Why do you sound so relieved?" Jacqueline questioned, as Jack pushed the handle down and opened the door.
"Because I am. I was expecting you to put up more of a fight. You know, you really are stubborn."
"A chip off the old block," Blaise spoke up.
The two sprites screamed, jumping back. Jacqueline's bodice was once again hovering in front of the pair; Jack's icicle tie was hovering very threateningly in the air.
"Calm down, it's just us," Winter said, beside Blaise. The pair of them were sitting comfortably on one of the sofa's in Jacqueline's room, trying very hard to bite back their laughter.
"For the love of winter—"
"I told you guys I'd handle this! I said, go to bed, I'll wait up for Jacqueline!"
"You scared the SNOW out of me, this is way too many scares in one night—"
"You were just downstairs!"
"Am I pink? I feel like there's pink. Am I glowing? Is Rosehaven calling me?!"
Jack eyed Jacqueline carefully, whooshing the icicle tie away. "No, you're good! You're good."
"Thank HEAVENS."
I love Blinter. They're so funny.
Intrigued? Want to read more? Check out Chapter 19 HERE.
Want to start Crystal Springs from the top? Read the Prologue: An Encounter HERE on ao3 and HERE on fanfic dot net!
(tho ao3 is the most recent version of the fic! I'll catch ff dot net up in a bit. you know. when it cooperates 🙃🙃)
Story summary below the cut :)
It’s been almost a year since Jack Frost thawed and things are looking…well, not so great. Jack’s powers are seemingly gone. Without them, the Dome that keeps the North Pole safe from the cold and its magic controlled is melting, putting everything and everyone magical at risk.
Unable to hide his power shortage any longer, Jack is forced to admit the truth. Thankfully, there is a solution: enacting the Legate Law, bringing Jack and the sister that he hurt so many centuries ago back together again. But when Jacqueline starts experiencing destructive blackouts, the pair are forced to head back home to Crystal Springs, bringing Jack face to face with the rest of the family.
Needless to say, between getting his powers back, helping his sister figure out what in the FROST those blackouts even were, reconciling with his parents, meeting the two even younger siblings he didn’t even KNOW he had, NOT TO MENTION the ancient threat that’s had it out for the ENTIRE Frost family finally making a move?
Saving Christmas (regrettably) is looking to be a little bit…complicated.
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you're so sexy. i love french people. they are soooo fashion sensed and noble. and you're not a cold person like rest of the french people's general. but i bet you have reeeeaaaallly good fashion sense. can you show us your outfits from pinterest and camera?(it's a love ask but) and how are the french people? thoughts?
I accept the love ask but under certain conditions
Sadly, I don't take pictures of myself, even less of my outfits. I just don't like having pictures of myself or even of my friends on my phone.
But I can show you what I've got on Pinterest!
-Whenever I go somewhere, I always choose to overdress a bit, just in case. But it's not that eye-catching honestly. I simply go for a high-waisted darted trousers with a silken blouse/shirt and my black Jadon Doc Martens. My makeup and rbf do the rest of the job.
-I wear these shoes 24/7, it's not even funny. They're just the most comfortable and versatile shoes in my wardrobe.
-I want my outfits to be both practical and form-fitting. I believe in the small top/big bottom supremacy. I could walk down the streets with my tits out, as long as I have one nice pair of trousers, I'll stay that confident bitch.
-Straight, timeless cuts mostly and I like neutrals that can be co-ordinated with pretty much any colours.
-I love green with a burning and immoral passion. Sage green and forest green more particularly.
-I'd kill to find good bustiers and antique, Florence Welch-type gold jewellery and pearls. Rings and necklaces especially.
-My personal style is a blend of citycore, baroque and minimalist...on a budget.
-My closet is for now... probably 68% second-hand clothes or that were gifted to me. I really love structuring an outfit, even the simplest one. But I also hate having so much stuff, I stress me out and I hope someday to be able to build the timeless wardrobe according to my tastes.
-A hoe for coats and 90% of them are those long heavy coats that actually belonged to my mom.
-Another piece that I wore almost all autumn and spring: a leather trenchcoat that I, again, stole from my mom.
-But I also really want to find a good thrifted leather jacket.
-I think that's pretty much it. I keep it vague to leave you with my pinterest boards. But! to be honest, some outfits look very similar to what I come up with, with what I already have in my wardrobe. But your girl is on a budget nevertheless😔
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Now about French people... I don't really know what to say and where to start. I could break down or confirm some of the stereotypes but I decided to be lazy today
It's ok. Living in France is a chance compared to other places in the world so I'm not complaining about it or about French people in general. I mean, I like it here.
There is diversity but it ends up most of the time subdued because the government hisses whenever we're talking about a woman wearing a hijab, a polyamorous relationship, or a person who goes by they/them ("iel" in french even though there are many other pronouns). Even if I try to surround myself with open-minded people, it's laborious to learn how to deconstruct patriarcal ideas. especially when the government elects molesters and rapists as ministers
We do our best though - even if I also met people of my age who were racists, sexists and lgbtophobics as hell. But generally these people are ugly fuckers
Anyway, I realise that I'm not good at talking about my country 🙃
I have no sense of patriotism but oh well, that's fine
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Random baby/kid AKJ headcanons I was thinking about instead of debugging an issue at work:
Cathy was a really bad mom at first (as depicted in AK:G) because she was a young, scared, impoverished addict in an abusive relationship. Over time, however, she grows to be at least a caring mother.
One night when baby Jason, like every other baby in the world, is crying non-stop, Willis tells Cath if she doesn't shut that baby up then he will. So she crawls out of bed, grumbling to herself about her hangover, and makes her way to his crib. All they need right now is a child endangerment charge. She lights up a cigarette and leans over his crib, and he immediately stops crying. He smiles at her, and reaches for her, and from that moment on, she does her best as a mom, and Jason still loves her for it.
Notes:
I'm a Cathy Todd stan and can do what I want.
Willis is abusive in my Arkhamverse but not in his regular 'verse. See? He was an asshole but not an abusive asshole.
I actually like Willis being canonically abusive in AK:G because I like to think AK!Jason has a unholy trinity of terrible father figures: Willis, Bruce, and Joker.
For a time, Slade is... I guess maybe you could call it fatherly? He mostly just reminds Jason that he saved his ass from that pit and Jay owes him. But he also kind of watches out for him when Jay first arrives in Venezuela. I have lots of Slade & Jay headcanons for another day 🙃
More below the cut!
Kid Jason hates going home after school because Willis always finds a reason to be angry at him. So, of course, one place he visits is the public library until closing time. But he also meets his elderly neighbor one day in the lobby of their apartment building. He sees her struggling carrying her groceries inside so he offers to help her. From then on, he helps her out here and there whenever she needs it. Sometimes she even gives him a $5 bill, which he hides under his mattress with the rest of the money he's earned from helping her. He doesn't do it for the money but he certainly isn't going to turn it down when she offers.
Sadly, he starts going straight home again after school when he realizes that Willis just takes his anger out on his mom instead of him, and he'd rather suffer than see his mom cry 😭
Notes:
Jay canonically watched out for his neighborhood in AK:G so I'm sure this included helping out elderly ladies.
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One night Willis is in a meth-induced rage and he kicks (literally) little Jay out of their apartment building onto the sidewalk in the middle of a Gotham winter without a coat. Jay makes his way toward his school, or maybe the church they went to once or twice when Cath was trying to detox, or the public library... but all those places are quite a hike away in heavy snow. He's so cold that he finds a spot in the back of a closed corner deli. The back door to the place is propped open and there's heat coming from the kitchen. He curls up between the door and the dumpster, trying to get warm enough to make it... somewhere. When one of the cooks finds him out there he tries to run but the cook, who looks like he could play in the NFL, catches him and brings him inside. The old Italian man who owns the place is delighted to have him there. He gives Jay plenty of hot chocolate and complains about the weather and how the neighborhood is going to shit and other old man stuff.
Jay goes back there after school ever so often, and eventually he starts working there (breaking child labor laws of course). This deli turns out to be a mob hangout, and that's how he meets some of the guys in Maroni's crew, and eventually the boss himself.
Notes:
When Cathy comes home and finds Jay missing and his coat on the floor she freaks. After screaming at Willis she goes searching for her baby boy. She eventually finds him, and he gets lots of hugs and kisses.
I don't know if this one actually works since there are probably lots of places nearby that are open 24 hours that he could go to, but I don't care 😉
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When 10-year-old Jay finds Cathy dead from an overdose he calls 911 like a good boy. Willis freaks out when he finds out (the apartment is full of drugs and drug paraphernalia, and he cares more about his drugs than his family) He's in the hallway outside of their apartment bellowing at poor little Jay, who's already traumatized and in tears from losing his best friend/mom when the elderly neighbor hears the commotion. She comes out and yells, "Willis Todd you leave that baby alone!" (she yells this a lot), then she holds & comforts Jay until the police/paramedics get there 🥲
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Hiii daddy 😍😍😍
(side note: would you rather me alternate between calling you daddy and mommy?? I’d call you Gideon too if you wanted, but I feel like I’m being insubordinate and disrespectful…wouldn’t want to get punished for that, now would I?)
I hope you’ve had a good day today, minus the stress of minors following you.
I had a really long day today, so why not treat myself to a nice, long, steamy shower?? I decided to ~unwind~ a little bit, if you catch my drift, and it felt so good. For some reason, I decided to give my boobs some TLC, and I just have to say wow. I accidentally got too much body wash out, but I decided to use that too my advantage. I lathered my girls up and they got so soapy that a bubble formed in between them! I can still smell my body wash, and not to brag but it smells like heaven…I wish you could stick your face in between them and use them as pillows for a little while. I’d gently scratch your head, and you can relax and enjoy the smell of coconut, rice milk, and Shea butter.
Now back to my shower…the only thing that would have made it perfect would be if you were there and it was your strong butch hands, lathering my boobs with soap, massaging them, squeezing them, palming them. I tried to take a video to send you, but the logistics just did not work out 😔
I think I’m going to have to take another shower…a cold one this time 🙃🙃🙃
Sweet dreams💕💕💕
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I'm not picky about titles as long as their either my name or the ones on my approved list. But of course if you would like to make it a rule that you can call me mommy or daddy only, I think something could be put in place.
Mm, I would happily have helped you wash up, making sure to pay careful attention to every part of you especially your chest. It would make it all the nicer to relax into them after.
I hope you have a nice night to follow up your unwinding love 🧡.
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Hi i'm here for your game:
Sun sign is ♒ Nakshatra : Purvabhadrapada
Moon sign is ♏ Nakashatra: Anuradha
Risign sign is ♉ Nakashatra: Rohini
I would like to see more more observations about the nakshatra such their personality, aesthetics.
Thank you
Hi!
You're first one I'm doing this kind of thing for. I hope it's accurate, and feedback will be appreciated. 🙂🙃
So the first thing I notice about you is that you have all elements except fire in your big three(scorpio-water, taurus-earth and aquarius-air). Anuradhas, in my experience, are friendly and accomodating, but never really open up unless they're sure that they'll be really understood. Purva Bhadrapadas and Rohinis are also, generally speaking, more on the friendly side, so I'm assuming you like being around people who bring out the best in you and will always be on your side. I don't think you're the one to be messed with tho. I'm guessing you can be stubborn and unless you decide from the beginning that someone is not worthy of your time, you are generally nice and polite, that is until (or unless) you feel betrayed by them, then your more cutthroat side comes out. Anuradha, Rohini and P.Bhadra are all stubborn nakshatras, that's possibly the only characteristic that they share. I don't think you're a dramatic kind of person, (although I think you are intense by nature) you might be more lowkey. I'm guessing you exude an aura of seriousness that people might pick up on. The most 'dangerous' side of you comes from your P.Bhadra sun. You might act in either a very cold or a very fiery way when you feel hurt, I'm guessing it's mostly cold. You have a sense of stability about you, like everything about you is solid. There's also an aura of mysteriousness, but when you really feel connected to someone, you can be very warm, supportive, loving and even jovial. And also, with Anuradha and P.Bhadra, you're almost definitely drawn to the occult, whatever that might be for you. You like to go deep in everything: with people in your life, with things that catch your attention, with topics that interest you, but I still think that there's always a side of you that's detached from everything.
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Sorry and ignore this if your non-event requests are closed.
How would Eula, Xingqui and Xiao would react to their s/o getting poisoned because of a drink they themselves gave which they(the characters) were about to consume ? (whether the poison is lethal or not you decide🙃)
Hiya! Not a problem, thanks for waiting for this ;w; Sorry it took so long! I hope I got your request right ^w^
Poisoned S/O
Eula:
○ Eula can feel her heart drop the moment she realises you drank from the wrong cup. She could see it in the way your eyes widened at the taste, and the slight tremble in your hands, the poison already starting to take effect.
○ It's almost as if time has slowed to a halt, her mind racing to remember what to do. Was there an antidote? If she made you throw up would that do the trick? Could she even save you? Was this a lethal dosage?
○ Eula could feel the tremble in her hands as she moved to catch you, your legs finally giving out on you as the poison continued to spread. She couldn't bear to see the look of fear on your face. You were never meant to have drank from that cup... That was meant for her, not you.
"(Y/N)... Please, hold on just a little longer. Please, I can't lose you..."
○ Eula will order people out of her way, cradling your limp body close as she runs to find Albedo. If anyone will know how to save you, it's him.
"Barbatos, let me make it in time... Please."
Xingqiu:
○ Xingqiu had known the cup before him was poisoned the second it was presented to him. Keeping up appearances, he just smiled and thanked the stranger for the tea, before insisting he couldn't drink it. Lack of thirst, he claimed. If only hew knew how much he would come to regret that.
○ Before he could stop you, you eagerly swiped the tea instead. Your throat was bone dry, starting to feel painful even, and you needed something to drink. The tea was nice, somewhat bitter but overall went down easy.
○ It took seconds for the poison to start to take effect. Your vision blurred, your hands shook, and you were rapidly losing strength. Xingqiu could only watch in horror, painfully aware of the fact that he had no clue if there was even an antidote to save you.
"(Y/N), my beloved. Please, lay down and rest. Save your strength, try your best to stay with me. I'll fix this, I swear."
○ The last thing you saw as you vision finally faded out, was Xingqiu drawing his sword, moving to cut off the assassin's escape route, his voice unusually cold.
"Now, for your sake, I sincerely hope you have an antidote prepared."
Xiao:
○ The adeptus was doing his best to cope with the pain in his body, centuries of karmic debt haunting him. He had some medicine from Baizhu prepared, but there was something he had to take care of first. Thinking it would be fine to leave for just a moment, Xiao placed the drink down.
○ What he hadn't expected, was to come back and find you finishing off the dosage, completely oblivious to what fate you had just brought upon yourself. As while it was fine for him to drink, Baizhu's mixture would be certainly fatal for an ordinary human.
○ You could feel the effects creeping up on you. Your head was suddenly wracked with excruciating pain. Your hands shook as if you were frozen, yet your blood felt like molten lava in your veins. You looked to your boyfriend, trying your best to find the words to ask if you were going to die today.
"Hang on. I'll get you to that doctor. He'll have an antidote for you, I'm certain. Please (Y/N)... Stay with me."
○ He scoops you up in his arms, with a gentleness you had never felt before in him. Xiao was ready to carry you to the ends of Teyvat if it meant you would be safe. He made it to Bubu Pharmacy in almost no time.
"Doctor. Please, they need help."
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*Ex Machina spoilers* cw: stabbing mentions!
Hey! 😊 I saw that you are looking for requests. Could I pls request an angsty Nathan? If the idea is something you’d like to explore, that is! I was thinking today about what might happen if reader was the one who got stabbed by Ava, and how Nathan -who has strong feelings for reader- might react at the time and in the aftermath (and how he might not handle it all too well). You can decide if reader survived, I guess? 🙃 Love your work and I’ll enjoy whatever you do, I’m sure - but no pressure at all to write this if it’s not what you were looking for! 🙏
Ah interesting, thank you for the request ! 🥰
Here is my baby, I hope you'll like it !
Welcome Back To Reality
Nathan Bateman x F!Reader
Warnings : stabbing, blood, injuries, murder attempt, false accusation of domestic violence (man to woman), alcohol consumption, mention of drug, sexual themes, angst, fluff.
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Everything would end up badly one day and the both of you already knew it. The actual question was when. At what moment would reality catch you up.
And it sucks, you mutter under your breath as the blood stain gets larger and larger on your shirt, the knife still plunged into your body. It hurts. A blade so deep into your skin, fat, flesh, maybe organs is a horrible sensation. Ava's mechanical hand is still holding it. You can only focus on it until she - it you promised you wouldn't call it her - until it lets the handle go. No. It doesn't. Its because...
"GO AWAY YOU FUCKING CUNT !"
Nathan's desperate roar rings in your ears but you can only stand there, looking down at the knife still causing your white top to get redder. Now, your brain barely processes the moment he punches her. You can hear him jumping onto her, his rage making him destroying her - it - artificial skull. It's blurred everywhere. You don't know exactly where the red starts, where the white does. It's spreading, just like pieces of metal as the God guided by his wrath destroys his Creation.
In what looks like a blink to you, Nathan gets somewhat teleported to you, his worried face close as you try to stay on your feet. It's cold here. And it hurts even more everytime you go backwards and forwards to try to keep your balance. Your knees are weak.
"I'm fucked I'm so fucked," you say in an abnormal wavering voice, "I'm so fucking fucked."
"You're not, you're not just... let me... no I won't remove the knife it would make things so fucking worse..."
Then you fall. You don't know in which direction. You can only feel the blade moving into your flesh and cutting your body even more.
For so many months, you kept warning him. You stopped briefly when you got overwhelmed by his - no, your mutual progress - while creating Ava. Yet here he is today, watching you sleep in his bed, under medication. He destroyed the proves of his work so no one would recreate this perfect abomination. He moved out too. Still in a remote place though. But a remote place where he could still see you.
Feelings are not exactly his thing. At least not showing them. But yes, he is there, laying by your side for the third day in a row. He takes showers. He just stopped eating and exercising. His beard is less well-groomed than before. Actually it's a mess but he doesn't care. Control is an illusion. He can't control everything, he thinks as he caresses your cold nose with the back of his forefinger. If he could control anything like he thought he would, he wouldn't have slept with you so many times like it was nothing. He wouldn't have went so far in his work. He wouldn't have annihilated his creation in such a savage way because it stabbed you. Some nights he still sees the way his fingers blinded Ava without any pity, smashing her skull again and again as his blooded hands kept striking.
"I'm sorry." He whispers as he brings the sheet higher on your body. "I'm so fucking sorry for being such an asshole. It's like I was the one stabbing you."
His reputation is over too. There were investigations. A woman alone with a man in such a remote place getting stabbed ? Of course he was the one who did it. But he destroyed Ava, so no proof. But he didn't do it neither. No proof at all. They never found his fingerprints on the knife. He never lied when saying he didn't do it. You didn't accuse him of anything and never talked about Ava neither. He knows 100% of the people who heared about this story are convinced he tried to kill his secret girlfriend. But he didn't. Hell, you're not even his girlfriend.
For days he just laid there. But he needs to cope, and the bottle in the kitchen is perfect for that. He is sitting on the ground, the back of his skull resting on some empty spot of the wall. The furnitures are not even complete. He weren't in the mood to buy anything else than essential stuff.
"I fucking love you." He mutters as he starts drinking the second half of the bottle, his lips around the glass and his face grimacing at the disgusting taste of this shitty alcohol. "I fucking love you. You should know that."
He doesn't know why he kept rejecting his feelings for so long. Even the argument of logic were going into the same way. You were basically what he likes, both physically as intellectually, you like his humor, you work for months together alone in this place, you fucked amazingly together. And he likes your humor too.
"I fucking love you my favorite little fucker." He says as he points at the door leading to the room you are sleeping in, his words empty of emotion. "I love you. Y'know what ? Not just for your wonderful ass. You don't like your ass but I'll love it for you. And your breasts. And your belly and whatever the fuck you want me to love. Even your brain is fucking hot seriously look at all the stuff you discovered it could make me hard of I wasn't so drunk."
Once he finishes his bottle, he makes it roll away on the ground to get rid off it. Now he is lying on the cold floor, tempted to go to sleep but disturbed by his vertigos and shivering. He misses your arms. He smiles like an idiot as he pictures happier days. Then it drops like his first tear as he remembers the last time you had sex. He never told you but... what really made him go so passionate this time was this primal desire to make you have a baby. To make it feel so good you would remember the pleasure you had as he kept harassing your clit and walls without stopping, using his tongue, his fingers, his cock, and to some extent his beard and nose. He never told you but shit, he wanted to give you a child so bad this night. He wanted to tell you all the dirty things that crossed his mind. But for once in his life, he censored himself. He didn't want you to get scared. It sucks to have your boss telling you he wants to fuck you until you carry his child.
What prevents him to join you in his bed is the smell. He realizes it when he burps loudly while trying to get up. He can't lay by your side in this state. So his company for tonight will be the fridge, he decides as he presses his cheek against its door. It's cold, but not needing fresh air to heal properly. He doesn't want you to see him like that.
"Nathan..." you say in a sheepish voice. "Nathan... what happened ?"
He snorts as his empty stomach tries to get rid off any illusional content, his face still turned towards the soiled water. He is sweaty, smelly, vomiting. Nothing like what he would have liked to appear in front of you. You are standing by the door and..."
"Shit go lay down." He mutters in a pitiful voice.
"I wanted to say sorry for what happened to Ava I know you counted on it and..."
"Stop fucking excusing yourself and go lay down." He commands before letting a thin stream of acid from his stomach burn his throat before reaching the water underneath.
After a good shower and teeth brushing, he sighs in his bed. He feels you by his side and it warms his heart up, feeling more at peace despite the throbbing headache. He doesn't touch you though. Turned to you, he keeps his eyes closed. But something is lacking so he gets closer, his head resting against your shoulder. He hums when you start running your fingers through his hair that grew a bit during these last weeks, just enough to who the little curls. He thinks you like them as you keep playing with them. Fuck he really wants to impregnate you right now. But even if his brain was able to make him hard he wouldn't dare to hurt you. But at the same time you feel really good and tight and warm and you always praise him with this flattered look. Because yes he takes care of you so well you feel flattered. You feel fucking flattered to get fucked by him and he feels flattered when you take care of him...
He gets out of his thoughts as he feels his boxer getting tighter.
"Nathan."
"Sorry. You're hot."
"No I'm cold, come closer please."
He does it without thinking much of it, and when his hardness covered by his underpants brushes your thigh you chuckle.
"Oh I didn't know you were horny. I just wanted you to come closer."
This sends pleased goosebumps down his back as he kisses your cheek. You want him closer. You seek his presence. You don't hate him.
"I'm not a corpse yet, Nathan, you can talk to me. Just... take a nap today. You're exhausted. And you deserve it."
It's hard for him to keep it for himself but fuck he loves you so much. He thinks you understand it as he stares at your eyes. There is a sad and sorry smile on your lips. He tastes them gently, deepening this contact as soon as a feeling of safety engulfes his body. The nap will be for later. He won't give you his seed due to your injuries, but you can have his tongue and fingers. You must be bored after staying like this for days.
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andwew minyawd uwu
This is the most cursed thing I ever read with my own two eyes oh my god
How I feel about this character
How do I NOT feel about this character?? I love him.....so much......I would.....fuckin die for him.........he deserves so much love oh my god pleASE
Andrew is SO important to me and I can relate to him in SO many (bad, unhealthy) ways and that's why I will fight anyone who says he won't get better and he will forever stay this stoic, cold person, he deserves SO much better than that
All the people I ship romantically with this character
Just Neil I'm sorry, I'm not a multishipper and these two deserve each other so much I love them, catch me crying in the club thinking about Andrew and his bf Neil
My non-romantic OTP for this character
Andrew/getting better and learning healthy coping mechanisms and ways to express himself
Also, Andrew and Allison. They're my absolute Brotp. They would be SO gay and salty together. They drag anyone. No one is save. They have inside jokes. They give each other Looks™️ when someone says something stupid. They work on the disaster that is Neil's wardrobe together. They watch Topmodel and The Bachelor together. They do spa days. They go shopping together. All the bitch ass queer energy these two would emit. Legendary.
My unpopular opinion about this character
I know I keep repeating myself but I can't say it enough:
ANDREW 👏 GETS 👏 BETTER 👏 WITH 👏 TIME 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 Like are you really trying to tell me that someone who takes his therapy so seriously, that someone who works on his problems as much as Andrew does, won't get better, ever????? He will!!!!! Fight me about this!!!!
And: Andrew is buff as FUCK, but he doesn't have a six-pack. He's thicc and has a soft tummy but he can still bench press Neil without a problem. And when he stops playing exy when he's older his tummy gets even softer and he gets a lil chub on his hips too!!!! Because my boy loves his sweets!!!
One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon
Damn I sure wish Nora would've put at least the slightest amount of research into this whole medication thing and Andrew wouldn't have spent a good amount of the trilogy on some weird-ass OBVIOUSLY wrong medication (or at least the wrong dosage) because guess what! Your medication is NOT supposed to make you MANIC it's supposed to help you get your emotions sorted on a NORMAL level 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 this drove me absolutely insane while reading the books (and still does on every re-read)
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hi Marguax ~ Sorry I'm late this time. It's been a crazy week with school and work. I'm so sorry you had a bad week ;;; i hope it's gotten better or i'll throw hands with whoever is causing problems 😤😤
im not completely up-to-date with the current arc since i KNOW it's gonna hurt like hell lol ;; i just hope my favs will make it through (praying). now that i think about it, im not really caught up with any of the on-going mangas since school and work are just taking over my life lol. the last dr.stone thing i remember is that i wanted to give suika a hug lol.
my fav character is wei wuxian from mdzs. he has my whole heart and more <33. as for OP i like chopper lol he's so adorable ;;; for jjk i like gojo and dr.stone i like stanley (it's the white hair). i don't think it's a bad thing to have multiple favs. it just shows that you're invested in the show <33
i know OP is just gonna absolutely destroy me in the later arc ;;;; it's such a feel good show until it gets serious. i cried so much at nami's story 😭
i love the characters in mdzs! wwx is my fav gremlin <33 the animation is gorgeous and the story is so good. i just love it a lot 😭😭
that's so cold omg im barely living in 10c rn but it's good weather for sweaters so im not really complaining lol. i hope you're bundling up for the winter or i'll have to bundle you up myself 😤
i hope you'll have a lovely week ~ stay warm !!
Hello my dear Santa 💞
Dhdkzkdds don't worry, we're all busy at this time of year it's crazy!! 😩 Oh please don't be!! I had a lot of important decisions to take lately, so it made my week harder than it should have been, and it's not over yet 😪 ahhhhhh you're so cute thank you so much ❤️ but I will do it first 😏😏
EHZJZJJDD OKAY THEN I'LL SHUT MY MOUTH ; I don't want to spoil you anything so 😆 but the current arc of jjk really looks so interesting and crazy af at the same time, every chapters are soooo good to read I'm everytime like 🤩 but I'm afraid to be 😭 I'm praying for both of us that nothing happens to our favs
It's horrifying how busy we all are to even can't do what we want to do ; I wish you'll get more free time to finally catch up with all the things you want to, because in each on-going mangas, crazy things happen and woah, I wonder if authors spread the word to each others to make everything worst at the same time
DHZJZJS SUIKA DESERVES ALL THE HUGS OF THE WORLD , she's so tiny, so cute, so precious, we all want to protect her ahhh
Ohhh Chopper is your fav I- 😭 he's so cute, I feel like I want to protect him in the same way than I would do it for Suika ; but you know, he's a healer but 🔫 I see, you're a Stanley's fan as well 👀 I love him so much too, and can we talk about how precious is his relationship with Xeno ? 🥺 White hair is everything, no one can deny it
Oh I don't think it's a bad thing either, and exactly as you said, it shows how much you're invested into something!! But it's bad for the heart, because everytime something happens to one of your hundred favourites characters, you're like 🙃
Ahhh yes for sure it will 😩 i don't know what you know about what gonna happen later, and I sincerely hope you don't know that much things... Particulary one thing, and I'm pretty sure whoever starting with One Piece already knows, but I wish you don't know (OMG so many times I said "know" hdjsksbdbd) Nami's story 😭 ahhhh there are so many stories that will make you cry, but I will be here to cry with you and comfort you :')
Ahhh seems like you really adore him it's so cute!!! I wish I'll have more free time to start mdzs, without having so much things to catch up with at the same time 😩
Omg it's really cold this week where I'm living, we gonna have 1ºc and less announced for the end of the week, I'm wearing two sweaters and I 🥶 10ºc really feels like a hot weather to me!! Dhsjsks I won't miss to bundle up myself for sure, I already caught a cold during my two days off, and I don't want to be sick more 🤒
Take care of yourself Santa and don't catch a cold like me 😚
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