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Implode (Azriel X Female! Reader)

Summary: You were an anomaly. 300 years ago you fell from the sky, a star personified, taking the form of a High Fae. When Rhysand found you and realized your power you became a part of his inner circle. It wasn’t until years later that you realized that his spymaster was your mate. Still the question lingered in your mind leaving you never fully satisfied, “Why am I here?” Perhaps the losing battle with Hybern would answer that.

A/N: Just thought I would take some time and get some Azriel on the masterlist! And hey look I wrote something where they don’t suck and fuck. But don’t get used to it, as a scorpio it ain’t really my style.

Warnings: Heavy angst, alludes to smut (you knew there was gonna be a lil somethin it’s Azriel for christ sake), blood, I wrote this in the middle of the night so probably grammar mistakes

Words count: 4646

(All pictures are from pinterest)

The war with Hybern was an ongoing one, and one that’s been hundreds of years in the making. So far the Night Court had yet to engage but I could feel Rhysand growing restless. Velaris was safe, but for how much longer? A few months ago he talked about taking the fight to Hybern, sooner rather than later, in order to try and protect his civilians. As his third in command I agreed with him.

I became Rhysand’s third in command several years ago after finally earning his trust. I wasn’t always part of his beloved inner circle, in fact when I fell from the sky I spent the first month on Prythian in the Hewn City dungeons. Rhys wanted to know why I had fallen into his court, but the truth was I didn’t know. The only memory I had was an image of the night sky, followed by falling, and then Azriel found me in the grass. Of course this wasn’t a good enough answer for the High Lord but after Rhysand finally realized that I was telling the truth about where I was from. We spent the next several years trying to figure out how it could be but found nothing.

Nevertheless I grew to love Velaris and the place I now called home. I loved late night drinks with Mor, decorating the townhouse with Cassian for Solstice, talking politics with Rhysand, teasing the others with Amren, but most of all I loved Azriel.

Even though Azriel was the one who found me, the bond didn’t snap into place right away. I had always had an affinity for the Illyrian, and even though I was once a non-sentient being, I knew that by all standards he was gorgeous. He seemed to have the same attraction to me as well, though we never acted on it. It wasn’t until a drunken night at Rita’s about 100 years after he found me that we realized we were mates.

The inner circle had gotten together for dinner, and dinner had turned into a couple bottles of wine and a couple turned into way too many. Azriel and I had been throwing flirty glances back and forth all night, finally having the liquid courage to do so. I ended up being the first to leave that night and of course Azriel offered to fly me home…

“There is no way you’re walking home, not in those shoes,” Azriel laughed.

“What’s the matter with my shoes?” I protest swigging the last sip of my wine.

“You’re gonna bust your ass starchild,” Cassian said using my nickname he gave me years ago.

“I most certainly am not!” I slur. I go to stand up from the booth to prove my point and nearly topple over causing the table to shift and Mor to spill some of her wine. The whole group erupted in laughter.

“Come on y/n, I’ll fly you home,” Azriel chuckled, rising from the booth.

I braced myself on his shoulder to slip the stilettos off my feet so I could hold them in my hands. The second my bare feet hit the ground I was reminded by how much larger he was than me, and in my wine drunk state my stomach bottomed out in arousal. I waved goodbye to everyone as Az led me out of the small club.

“Tonight was fun,” I smiled drunkenly, my feet touching the cold wet cobblestones just outside Rita’s. I started to wobble a bit when Azriel grabbed me by my waist and hauled me up. All I could do was look into his golden eyes as I felt his hand spread across the bare skin there from my backless dress.

I didn’t think twice before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss. The second I did it I realized what I had done, and I would’ve panicked if it had not been for the moan that fell from his lips as I pulled back. His other hand hit my waist pulling me closer to him making me stand on my tip toes. I felt my back hit the wall outside Rita’s as he deepened the kiss.

“God I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he groans, grip tightening on my waist.

“Then what’s keeping you from doing it again, Shadowsinger?” I smirk.

“Not a damn thing,” he smiled, connecting our lips again.

I was a mess of pure lust, because just like him, I had been dying to do this for years. Even dreaming about it on several occasions. But to have it happening was the most intense feeling I had ever known. My head was so clouded with need that I barely felt his mouth leave mine to kiss my neck. I tangled my hands in his hair pulling him closer and he reached his hands under my legs and picked me up so I wouldn’t have to strain to meet him.

He kissed a spot on my neck that was particularly sensitive, coaxing a moan from my mouth that drove him so wild he bit me. That was the moment we felt it. That mating bond snapping into place. He whipped his head back to meet my eyes, looking to see if I had felt it too.

“Oh my gods,” I breathed.

“We’re mates,” he stated though his own ragged breaths.

“Yes, mates,” I choked out, my brain still too cloudy to say anything as I searched his face for a sign of dread. Maybe he didn’t want to be mated, to me.

A smile broke his lips as he pressed his forehead to mine, “We’re mates,” he said again like he was trying to assure himself it was true.

“We are,” I giggled, happy to see that he was okay with this, that he wanted it as much as I did.

“You’re my mate,” he smiled, brushing stray hair from my face.

“Your mate,” I laughed joyously, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. I heard the door to Rita’s swing open.

“I knew it!” Mor screamed drunkenly. “I knew they were secretly dating, Cassian, you owe me 50 gold!”

“Not dating, mates.” Azriel barked proudly.

“Ha! Mor you owe me 100 gold now!” Rhysand laughed at Mor.

“That’s too bad Az I was hoping y/n could give me a ride later,” Cassian taunted earning a possessive growl from Azriel. The whole group laughed.

Needless to say Azriel flew me to the cabin in the Illyrian mountains that night and we didn’t leave for two weeks straight.

…that was years ago and since then our family has had new additions like Rhysand’s mate Feyre and her sisters. One thing hadn’t changed though, me and Azriel’s mated bliss.

I was waiting in the townhouse living room with the entire inner circle to talk about war plans. Well, most of the inner circle, Cassian and Azriel had taken a trip to inform the Illyrians that war was indeed coming and had been gone for a week.

“Thanks again for the wine, Rhys!” I smile, holding up my glass and clinking it to Mor’s.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to thank the person you stole the wine from,” he rolls his eyes.

“Maybe not, but it makes me feel less guilty about it,” I laugh while taking another swig. I sit and observe Rhys watching Feyre’s every movement, feeling warm and fuzzy from seeing him so happy.

Almost as if in response a shadow brushes down my cheek and I see Rhysand’s eyes flit up behind me with a smirk. I turn in my chair to find Azriel leaning in the doorway.

“Az!” I yell, jumping up and thrusting my wine glass into Mor’s hand. He gives me a knowing smile as I jump into his arms.

“I missed you too, my little star,” he smiled holding me close.

Cassian walked in just moments after and we joined the others in the living room. The second we were seated, and Rhysand stood to address us, it was like all the joy was sucked out of the room. We all knew how serious the topic was, and how even though we had spent many months avoiding it, it had finally come to call.

“I’ve heard reports that Hybern’s army is gathering, and it’s bigger than we expected,” Rhys stated.

“How much bigger?” Amren inquired.

“We once believed his army to be 70,000 men, now we know that it's over 100,000.” he replied grimly. My heart sank at his words.

“Well what did Devlon say?” I ask Azriel.

“He said that the Illyrians would fight, but if Hybern has an army of over 100,000 it’s still cutting it close.” Az replied.

“How close are they to being fully assembled?” Cassian asks.

A beat of silence passes and Rhys looks to Feyre, “By the end of this week they will be on Prythian soil, maybe next week if we are lucky.” he divulges.

“What if we called upon Bryaxis? The Bone Carver? The Attor? They might come to our aid.” Feyre pointed out and I didn’t miss the wince from Cassian at the mention of Bryaxis.

“That could help,” Rhysand nodded. “But there’s no telling what they’ll do once the battle starts.”

“But it’s worth a shot is it not?” Mor urged.

“We can look into it,” Rhysand nodded once more.

The rest of the night was filled with more talk of strategy and thinking of potential allies to call upon, but in the end Feyre’s suggestion was the best one. We all left the townhouse feeling more somber that night, something that rarely happened when we were all gathered together. Azriel flew us home and neither of us said anything. I thought about what Rhys had said, and how we were resorting to calling upon monsters to come to our aid. It wasn’t until after Azriel showered that he finally spoke up.

“You have no idea how good it feels to be home,” he groaned, flopping on the bed. I had slipped into one of my nightgowns and was sitting under the covers reading my book.

“I’m glad you’re home,” I smiled, running a hand through his wet hair. He plucked my bookmark for where it was beside me and placed it in my open book. A habit that he picked up years ago when he grabbed my book from out of my hand in exchange for a kiss and didn’t bookmark where I was. I had never been so furious with the man.

“Come here you,” he said, tossing my book to the side and pulling me into his chest. I giggled as he wrapped his arms around me, and breathed in. “You smell so good,” he practically groans.

“You mean I don’t smell like a sweaty Illyrian?” I chuckle, pressing a kiss to his bare chest.

“Yes, precisely,” he laughs, looking down at me with love and adoration. “Have I ever told you that you get kind of glowy at night? Like you literally have a faint glow about you.”

“Well I am a star,” I smile, pulling my hand out of the cocoon he has me in to let some starlight dance off my fingers.

“How could I ever forget,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to my brow.

A moment of silence passes and I can’t help but think about the war again, this time I don’t keep quiet about my fears.

“What do you think we’re going to do about Hybern?” I whisper.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “All we can do is hope that our allies come.”

“But even then, will it be enough?” I ask.

“It might be, but there’s no telling.” he states honestly.

“Could this really be the end of everything? Everything we’ve ever known will be ripped away from us. Velaris, our family, the two of us.” I confess.

“Hey,” he coos, taking my face in his hands, “Don’t think like that. We’re going to figure this out. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“And who’s going to take care of you?” I ask, tears brimming my eyes.

“Rhys and Cassian,” he says. I know he feels my fear too, that he’s trying to put on a brave face for his mate. But the fact of the matter is that this is war, and not everyone is coming home. Part of me wants to interrogate further, but I know no matter how many times I ask or rephrase the question, I’m going to get the same answer. Because at the end of the day, neither of us knows what is going to happen.

So I just burrow my head into his chest and say, “Don’t you dare leave me Az.”

"Never mate, never."

That night I dream of clashing swords and soaring Illyrians. I hear war cries and screams of agony. I see blood and mud and bodies skewed across a battlefield. I smell death and decay and burnt flesh. I feel dread and despair. But then there is a blinding light, and there is peace and I hear nothing at all.

I wake the next morning from my dream and slip of out Azriel’s grasp, thankful that he was so tired from the trip from Windhaven that he doesn’t even stir. I get dressed and make my way to Rhysand’s town house. It had taken me all morning to realize what I had been shown in my dream, what it meant. I could only hope that my High Lord would understand it as I did.

I reach his office door and hesitate to knock. I don’t know why, I’ve known the man for hundreds of years. Eventually I do.

“Come in,” Rhysand beckons.

I step in and immediately wish I had kept my mental shields up, I feel Rhys probe my mind and catch a small glimpse of my thoughts. Before he can speak I cut in first.

“We need to talk to Rhys,” I say curtly.

“No y/n we aren’t having this conversation,” he dismisses me turning back to his papers.

“Rhys, I can end this war,” I argue.

“I won’t let you, not in the way you are thinking right now,” he bristles.

“Rhys, listen to me! I can take out the king and half of his army before he even lands a blow on you guys!” I inform him.

“How?” he stops and asks in a demeaning fashion.

I take a deep breath and take a step closer to him. “What do stars do when they die Rhys?” I say slowly.

A deafening silence fills the room, and I see his violet eyes fill with an understanding and realization.

“They explode,” he states.

“And they take Hybern and half of his army with them,” I reiterate, bracing my arms against his desk.

“You would die though,” he states in a way that’s more like a question.

“Yes I would die,” I confirm.

“You would do that to Azriel?” he asks, not believing what I was saying.

“No, but I would do it for him,” I say earnestly.

“Absolutely not, I won’t let Azriel lose his mate.” he says and it sounds more like an order.

I don’t flinch. I knew Rhysand would say this so I continue with my already prepared speech. “You’ll change your mind. When you realize you have more to lose than you originally thought. When you realize that your mate’s life hangs in the balance. That all you’ve gained lies in the balance. You’ll change your mind, and I’ll be ready when you do.”

“So I’m supposed to sacrifice you to save myself? Sacrifice Azriel’s mate to save my own?” he argues.

“You’re not sacrificing me. I’m choosing this. Choosing to give Azriel a chance to live. A chance at life… My final gift, to him, to all of you.” I start. “My whole life, it has never made sense as to why I’m here. Why a star fell from the sky and just happened to find Azriel. But now it does, this was the reason.” I explain.

There’s another silence in the room as Rhysand takes in all that I’ve said. My explanation for being here. Because I was right, it never did make sense that I would be a star personified. Yet here I was.

“You shouldn’t have to do this,” he says sadly, seemingly accepting that this might be the only chance he has to save Prythian.

“This is war Rhys, not a fairytale. Sacrifices must be made, for the greater good.” I say firmly.

“How are we supposed to tell Azriel this plan?” he asks, running a hand through his hair, stress evident on his face.

I know that everything I’ve told Rhys up until this point has angered and hurt him, but I have one last bandage to rip off, “We’re not going to tell him,” I deadpan.

“Y/n you know-”

“That he won’t let me do this?” I cut him off. “Yes I do. That’s why we can’t tell him. I’ve made my choice, telling him won’t change anything. But it will taint the time we have left together. Let us have this last little bit of time and then I will end this war so that you can have more.” I plead.

Rhys doesn’t say anything as he once again takes in my words. But I see the acceptance in his demeanor as he stands up and walks around his desk. He doesn’t speak, he just pulls me into his arms and hugs me. I throw my arms around him as a tear falls from my face.

“You are the bravest person I’ve ever known. I can never repay you for your sacrifice, all I can do is promise you that you will forever be honored and remembered in this court,” he says and I can feel him crying.

“But there is something you can do,” I say.

“What? I’ll do anything.” he backs away to look me in the eye.

“Don’t let my sacrifice go to waste. Make sure that Azriel lives when all this is said and done.” I beg him, a tear slipping from my eye.

The war comes quickly after that. or perhaps it just feels like it does because my life is suddenly on a timer. It isn't long until Hyberns forces gather on the shores of Prythian. We gather the Night Court's Army, the Illyrians and all the allies we can and march to meet them.

The war camp is a mess of fires, blades and soldiers of every kind. I’m practically glued to Azriel’s side, not only because I’m trying to soak up every lasting moment with him, but because he said, and I quote, “I would rather die than leave my devastatingly beautiful mate alone in a campsite full of war bound men looking for one last lay before the battlefield.”

The night before the battle Azriel made love to me in our tent, neither of us daring to say that it could be the last time we would ever get to lie with one another. Only Rhysand and I knew about the plan. It was too risky to tell anyone else, and like I had explained to Rhys before, I didn't want Azriel and I’s last days together to be tainted with constant tears. If I was going to die, I wanted us to be us.

That’s how we found ourselves here, at the front lines, our entire army behind us. Thankfully we were on top of a hill giving us somewhat of an upper hand. Bryaxis, The Bone Carver, and The Attor had in fact come to our aid, giving them the upperhand to deal with those who went unaffected by my blast. As we looked out over Hybern’s army that was a little over 400 yards away I couldn’t help but to cower into Azriel’s side. I looked to see Feyre doing the same to Rhys behind us. He made eye contact with me, and as I heard Hybern’s army in the background I knew it was time.

I stepped away from Azriel’s side and faced him. Took in every single curve of his face, and the way that his eyes caught the sun. I ran my hand down his cheek and he gave me a half smile. I prayed to whoever was listening, that I would remember his face. That wherever I went next I would have the ability to remember every moment I got to share with him in this world, and be grateful for what a gift it was.

“Whatever happens out there today,” I start to say. “I want you to know that I love you. I know I’ve said it a million times, but I could’ve said it more, should have. And I want you to know that you were the greatest gift I’ve ever known, and that if this was all the time we had, I’m grateful for every moment of it. I was lucky enough to find you in this world, I promise to find you in every other one.” I tell him, a tear going down my face as I throw my arms around his neck.

I can feel him smile into my shoulder as he says, “I love you too mate.”

I hold him tightly for the last time and open my eyes to find Rhys staring at me waiting for the signal. “Now,” I mouth to Rhys and he uses his magic to restrain Azriel. I slip one of Azriel’s daggers out his pocket, being sure to avoid Truth Teller, and I turn around and begin to walk down the hill towards Hybern’s Army.

Rhys and I had spent plenty of time coming up with the plan. I had to arrive at the battlefield without weapons, just leathers. I had never used weapons before, having always relied solely on my magic. It would’ve raised suspicion if I had brought any. We made sure our army was far enough away that with the efforts of Rhysand’s wards and the distance, the blast wouldn’t impact our own forces. I walked down to the army alone, appearing as though I am coming as an emissary to speak to them, after all I was just a tiny female, what harm could I do?

I walked with my chin held high, trying to appear as if I was a collected soldier coming to speak on behalf of my general. It was the hardest and longest walk of my life, as no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t drown out the screams of my mate behind me.

“Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Azriel screamed, his voice already horse. “RHYS LET ME GO SHE’S GOING DOWN THERE ALL BY HERSELF!”

I shudder at his words and try to keep a stiff upper lip as I get closer to Hybern’s army.

“HE’S GOING TO KILL HER, LET ME GO!” Azriel growled, a voice so deadly it could only belong to a male who’s mate was in danger.

As I get even closer I see the King of Hybern emerge from the army readying himself to receive my message.

“CASSIAN COMMAND THE ARMY TO OPEN FIRE!” Azriel pleads and I can hear him struggling against Rhys’ power.

“Cassian hold our position!” Rhysand bellows.

“Rhys what the fuck?!” Cassain shouts.

“THAT’S AN ORDER GENERAL!” Rhysand screams, sounding more like a High Lord than ever before.

I approach Hybern, dagger hidden behind me, lodged in my belt.

“PLEASE THAT’S MY MATE!”

I stand before the army.

“Have you come to surrender little one?” The King of Hybern croons, earring a laugh from his surrounding Generals and Captains.

“No, I’ve come to end you,” I muse.

I take a deep breath and pull the dagger from behind me and plunge it through my heart. The last thing I hear is Azriel’s scream before blinding white light erupts from me, and then I don’t feel anything at all.

Azriel:

The battle is easily won but at what cost? After y/n put that dagger through her heart more than half of Hybern’s army was wiped off the face of the earth. The battle was bloody but short and in the aftermath I found myself searching the field for my little star, my mate.

“Y/N!” I scream for her, voice torn.

I scan my surroundings looking for any glimpse of her, but I don’t see her, and I don’t feel her anymore either. She’s not gone, she’s not gone, she’s not gone, I keep telling myself.

“Y/N!” I scream again as I continue to look.

I keep flying until I see her. She has about a three foot blast radius around her where not even the grass is still growing, and her small form is lying there, unmoving. I slam into the ground and run toward her.

“No, no, no, no!” I curse as I fall to my knees before her. She’s covered in blood and mud from being trampled.

I take her into my arms and she’s so cold. So small and so cold.

“Baby please wake up,” I cry, brushing her hair out of her face. “Come on, you said you wouldn’t leave me!”

I sense Rhys and Cassian landing behind me and I can hear Feyre’s sobs.

“Please, please, please baby I can’t live without you,” I press my forehead to hers.

I cry and I beg for what feels like hours, but she doesn’t wake up. I reach inside me to tug at the bond, my last ditch effort to bring her back, but when I reach inside myself there’s nothing there.

At first there was nothing, just Azriel’s scream echoing in my brain and then there was silence. But now flickering in the distance I saw him, saw my mate, and I knew then and there that this was the cauldron’s last gift to me.

“Azriel,” I sang into the void like subspace.

“Y/n?” he asked, unsure of what was happening. He was wearing his pants he always wore to bed, which meant I was seeing him in his dream.

“Yes it’s me Az,” I smile, tears brimming my eyes.

“I’m just dreaming right?” he asks again.

“No,” I laugh walking over to him, grabbing him by his forearms. “It’s really me. I’m here somehow.”

“Oh my gods, I’ve missed you so much,” he breaks, voice cracking as he hugs me tight.

“How long has it been since the battle?” I ask.

“A little over a week,” he says standing back so he can look at me. “Why y/n? Why did you do it?”

I nearly broke at his words, “This was always the plan Az, we just didn’t know it till now.” I explain.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I think the universe knew that I was supposed to save you. That’s why I fell from the sky, that’s why you found me. Why the cauldron made us mates.” I tell him, tears falling from my eyes as my hand wipes away his.

“Why didn’t you tell me though?” he cries.

“Would you have let me sacrifice myself if I did?” I ask. “I wanted my last few days with you to be as normal as they could be.”

Silent tears fall from his eyes, “But what do I do without you?”

“You live Azriel,” I smile. “You were the greatest joy I ever knew Az. I did this so you could live, with Cassian and Rhys. I told you I would find you in every world, you still have things to do in your world, but I’ll find you in this one too when your time comes.”

“How do I live without you?”

“You never will, I am a star after all.”

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writing-for-marvel · 11 months

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A Solid Foundation

Builder!Bucky Barnes x Fiancé!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend suspects your fiancé of having an affair when he starts working late, but Bucky would never cheat on you, right?

Warnings: slight angst - discussion of Bucky potentially cheating (no actual cheating), soft fluff

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: thank you so much for this gorgeous inspiration my love 💕 this is my second entry for the Connect 4: Into an Alternate June-iverse Event by @buckybarnesevents, for the prompt ‘Modern AU’. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“Where’s Bucky? You two just got engaged, I would have thought he’d barely be able to keep his hands off you - he does at the best of times.” Nat jokes before taking a sip of her wine.

She had been stopping off at your apartment on her way home to drop some supplies for your engagement party next weekend, when you invited her to stay for a drink, wanting to take your mind off your fiancés absence.

“He’s been working late recently.” You try to say nonchalantly, but Nat’s far too observant to miss the disheartened edge to your voice.

“He’s a builder. Start early, finish early, what’s he doing still working at 6:30?” You didn’t know the answer to that question. And though part of you is curious as to what he’s up to, you’re also nervous to find out the truth.

It’s Bucky, the man who has loved you through every high and low, treasured every part of you, especially on those days where your insecurities were at their worst. Who has done the silliest, most embarrassing things just to hear your laugh. Who trusted you enough to reveal his deepest trauma, who comes to your arms for comfort through every nightmare.

You find it difficult to believe that man would be capable of hurting you, even knowing he hadn’t been completely forthcoming with you the past few weeks.

“I’m not sure, he’s been a little secretive since we got engaged. I don’t wanna push him to talk about it, I just wish he knew he can trust me with whatever it is.” You say as Nat supportively takes your hand, something of sympathy in her eyes.

“Oh sweetie, you are far too pure for this world. Working late, the ring, the secrecy - has it crossed your mind that he might be having an affair?”

“It crossed my mind for half a second before I scolded myself. It’s Bucky, he would never cheat on me.” You state with conviction, the memory of each night you’ve fallen to a peaceful sleep in Bucky’s arms only supporting your belief that he would never put himself in that position with someone else.

“As much as I want to believe you, you know I’m a cynic. In my experience men are pigs, you give them an inch and they take a mile. I know he’s sweet and you love him, but at the end of the day, he is a man.”

But Nat doesn’t know Bucky intimately like you do, hasn’t experienced his selfless and generous heart day after day for the past two years, hasn’t been loved all-encompassingly by him like you have.

You’ve never even thought to question his loyalty to you - Bucky has never given you reason to.

You hear keys rattle in the front door and shoot Nat a look which unquestionably screams don’t bring this up.

Bucky smiles instantly when he sees you seated at the dining table, that same adoration and serenity brimming in his eyes as when he always comes home to you. Though you do notice his skin is somewhat flushed, as if he’s just been physically exerting himself, his hair looks a complete mess and appears slightly darker with sweat.

You know exactly what’s running through Nat’s mind at this very moment.

“I’m gonna let you two talk.” She declares with a perceptible tension in her tone as she stands and grabs her purse. “But I swear if you ever hurt her Bucko, you’ll die a slow, painful death.” She vows with a glare that seals her promise. Though you know Nat well enough to perceive she isn’t joking, Bucky seems to think she’s kidding.

“Duly noted Nattie.” He chuckles as he watches Nat shoot you an encouraging look and then make her way out the front door Bucky just walked through. “What was that all about?”

“She’s just being protective.” You justify, not knowing how to, nor really wanting to tell him that your best friend suspects he’s having an affair. “I told her you’d been working late recently.”

“What… she thinks I should instead be here doting on you hand and foot?” Bucky asks as he moves behind where you’re seated, his hands reach for the back of your neck and begin massaging the tension from your shoulders which had built up from your long week at work. “You know I’d much prefer to be here with you than working.” You shudder slightly at his words as he places a gentle kiss to the skin where your neck curves into your shoulder, your body subconsciously revealing that you don’t fully believe he was working.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He asks, feeling your muscles tense even further underneath his hands, and you internally curse yourself for letting Nat’s speculation get under your skin.

“Where were you tonight?” It’s a simple, four word question, yet the weight of significance on his answer feels like your whole world could start crumbling before you depending on his response.

“I told you this morning: Steve needed me working late.” Bucky replies without hesitation. It’s a straightforward answer, yet there’s something about it you can’t quite believe - a half truth that he’s practised too much that doesn’t quite feel natural. “Why do you ask?” There’s a hint of worry to his voice, as if you’re getting a little too close to something he’d like to keep to himself.

“Nat thinks ‘working late’ is code for you cheating on me.” You comment, placing all the blame on your friends postulation rather than your own curiosity.

You hope Bucky won’t hate you too much for indulging in your friends theory, that he won’t completely resent you for insinuating he’s been unfaithful. Because you don’t think he’s cheating on you, but you also don’t believe he was working late tonight.

Instead, Bucky steps towards you and tentatively places two gentle fingers under your chin, tilting your face so that you’re gazing directly into his vulnerable, sincere eyes.

“Doll, you know I would never, ever, hurt you like that. I love you, you’re my whole world, I wanna marry you and spend the rest of my days making you feel as loved and cherished as you make me feel.” You sense the heaviness of your engagement ring on your left hand, you’re still getting used to carrying the small weight of it around with you everyday, though right now it feels substantial.

“I know you wouldn’t Buck, but since you proposed you’ve been a little secretive. Long days, working weekends. I mean you have to admit it’s slightly suspicious.”

He sighs, coming to some sort of internal decision when his gaze meets yours again. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you in an attempt to distract you from the topic of discussion.

“I promise you, I can explain everything, but I think it would be easier to show you.” His hands snake down your arms and when he takes both your hands, pulls you from your seated position at the dining table.

“Show me?” You query, having no idea what that could indicate he’s been keeping to himself.

“Yeah, care for a drive?”

* * *

The night is dark as you sit in the passenger seat watching the world pass you by, the empty roads only lit by periodically placed street lamps and the bright headlights of Bucky’s truck.

You have no idea where he’s taking you - you’ve never been to this part of town before and have no preconceived ideas as to what being here indicates for his unplanned surprise.

Bucky drives with one hand on the steering wheel, the other rests comfortingly on your thigh, an indicator that he’s not upset about you insinuating he could be having an affair, and that where he’s taking you to is not a revelation you should be anxious about.

Soon enough he turns down an innocuous street and pulls the car to a slow stop. You're in the middle of a suburban area with expansive blocks of land, stopped a few metres behind an SUV that has stickers of a family of five and a dog on their back window. Looking over at Bucky, you find he’s staring at you with an excited expectancy from the driver's seat.

You turn to look out the car window and the reason Bucky’s been ‘working late’ hits you like a bus.

You’re parked in front of a half built house - at the moment it’s just studs and partitions, with an unemptied skip out the front, but you can see the skeleton of a beautifully spacious two story house.

He’s building you a home.

“Bucky…” You comment under your breath, unable to articulate the swarm of thoughts buzzing around your head and the pure love blooming in your chest like a flower as he rounds the car and opens the passenger door for you.

“I know it doesn’t look like much yet, it’s just the frame and foundation, but soon there will be a roof, walls, windows, and a proper floor. It’ll really start taking shape.” He's nervous, you can tell by his shaky tone of voice, which you find adorable.

“You’re building us a house?” Your stomach contorts with guilt when he smiles crookedly and nods. How could you have ever been suspicious of his long working hours when they were spent building a physical monument to his love for you?

“I wanted to build our dream house, somewhere we can grow old together.” Your heart just about bursts when these words fall from his lips. Though the night is dark, the moon and the small torch Bucky keeps in his truck are the only source of light available, you can see the fondness in his eyes.

You give him a sweet kiss before approaching the house, an outline in chalk on the ground indicates where a front porch will be built and the entry to the house is currently only the rectangular frame of timber.

Bucky starts walking you through the house hand in hand, explaining what he had planned each room to be used for. There's only wooden studs outlining every room and a concrete slab for a floor, but you can already imagine what the space will look like when it’s all complete.

The entry foyer has high ceilings where you can currently see the stars shining, a large winding staircase connects the ground floor with the one above. To one side is a large garage, an offset office and bathroom, to the other has a large sitting room.

As Bucky pulls you further into the structure, the house opens up to a large, open plan living area. You can picture cooking together in the kitchen, room enough for a large island where you can sit and watch as Bucky cooks you breakfast, sneaking kisses in between breaking eggs. A smile grows on your features as you imagine what the future holds for you two, and what you envisage is beautiful.

He shows you where he thinks the lounge room television would go, before steering you to the right to an open room where the walls don’t have horizontal studs like all the other rooms you’ve seen so far.

“And this will be your sunroom.” He comments, eying you with a smile as your jaw drops in awe.

“A sunroom?” You ask as your voice cracks and hot tears well in your eyes.

Your dream house always seemed so far out of reach, you wondered if you would ever earn enough to own a place of your own. But it didn’t stop you from wishing for your dream house. That concept had changed over the years, but the one aspect which remained the same was it containing a sunroom. A place where you could sit in quiet contemplation and read your plethora of novels in peace, the warm afternoon sun heating the room as you draped your legs over beloveds, finding tranquillity together.

Bucky really is making all your dreams come true.

“It wouldn’t be our dream home if we didn’t have the sunroom you always wished for. This entire wall will be a huge built-in bookshelf, then the rest will be just glass, looking out over our backyard and have the perfect view of the setting sun.”

You find yourself completely lost for words, unable to articulate how remarkable this entire house is, that he built it for you, and how you will forever come home to a physical reminder of just how much Bucky loves you.

“If there’s anything you don’t like I’ll change it. I want it to be perfect, I want you to love it.” He says as if he can’t see that you already adore every inch of the house he’s built, thinking that your silence indicates aversion rather than pure amazement.

“Bucky, it’s already perfect.” You lean over to kiss him, slow and sweet, because you need to express the overwhelming gratitude and affection for him doing something so special for you. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you when you were putting in your spare hours to build us a home.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry, doll, I shouldn’t have lied to you about where I was and what I was doing, but I wanted it to be a surprise.” His arms snake around your middle and pull you closer to him so none of the cool night air separates you.

“It is a surprise, such a wonderful surprise. I love you so much and I can’t wait to spend our life together here.” You say, looking up at him with wide eyes, only closing them to kiss the stubble on his sharp jawline.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know.” Bucky places a kiss to your forehead, his voice soft but heartfelt and full of tenderness.

For a moment you stay cuddled into his strong, warm chest, his arms gently stroking up and down your back in soothing motions, feeling completely loved and so excited to start your marriage in a new home together.

“Will you show me the bedrooms upstairs?” You ask with a small voice, part of you not wanting to move from Bucky’s embrace, but also intrigued to see how much more work he’s done in the name of love for you.

“Of course, my love.”

He kisses you once more, for emphasis, before guiding you carefully upstairs to show you the spacious master bedroom where you will be spending your first nights as a married couple.

If you're interested in seeing the floorplan I based the house off, you can find that here

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strawberrysturniolo · 2 months

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never grow up part four

summary: after not speaking for a week, chris finds himself trying to confess his feelings to sunny, while she’s trying to move on from him

part three

part five

It’s been a week since I last talked to Chris. Since he walked out on me.

It’s safe to say I was a complete wreck that night. I bawled my eyes out. I couldn’t imagine being in that state of stress and frustration with the only person who seems to understand me above others. It’s like that connection between us has been broken with such ease, not a care in the world from his end. He’s made that quite obvious.

I’ve been so embarrassed for wanting to push for something between us, until I remember how he made me think he wanted that too. It’s not embarrassing for me to be convinced of something else by someone I trusted, but I guess I learned my lesson for the future.

It was one thing for him to not say goodbye when he left my apartment, rather than him just getting up and leaving angrily. But what makes it worse is he went back to LA without a word, without a real goodbye.

It’s for that reason that I don’t bother telling him I miss him. He clearly didn’t care enough to say goodbye before he flew back to the other side of the country.

What makes it all worse is that I didn’t even find out from him or someone in his family.

I found out from a fucking Instagram story that Nick posted with Chris and Matt at an event. So who the fuck even knows when they actually got back there. They seem to be settled in again pretty fucking nicely.

I’ve tried to occupy myself with work and school to keep my mind off how I’m feeling. Somehow along the way, I managed to agree to go on a date.

I usually don’t care to randomly date people. Maybe that’s why I felt so safe and confident in Chris. I’ve known him forever, and I trusted that he would take care of me and we would work.

We didn’t even get the chance to try before he turned into a stranger again.

There’s nothing wrong with the guy in front of me. I just don’t think this is the right kind of guy for me. He’s very proper, clearly coming from a rich family that taught him about fine dining and expensive jewelry since he was born. He bought me a fancy glass of wine though, so I can’t complain too much. At least I can get a little tipsy tonight. I know better than to drink too much on a first date in case this guy turns out to be a creep and I’m too drunk to notice.

“So,” he starts to say, then he takes a sip of his wine, raising a hand to the waiter and silently requesting another. That pisses me off. “Who’s your best friend?”

Not the 20 questions type ass question.

Well, fuck. That one hurt.

“Um– He– They don’t live here anymore,” I finally say. “I met them when I was a toddler. I don’t even remember it, I just know from family stories. I think they were the first friend I ever made. I don’t remember ever not having them in my life. They were always there.”

I continue to refer to Chris as they rather than he. I don’t know this guy well enough yet, and something tells me if I say my best friend was a boy, he’d start asking more questions about him that I don’t want to answer.

“They were always there,” I continue. “By biggest supporter, best friend, number one defender. We started to share families. I was always welcome unannounced– actually, they liked it when I came over without mentioning it first. It made them feel even more loved, is what they said.”

I need more wine.

I was 16 when I went on my very first date. Chris was with a girl that night. She came over to their house, and had a double date sort of thing with Matt and his girlfriend. While I was at the movie theater on my date, he started to get weird. He was suddenly touching my legs, and trying to kiss me. I ran to the bathroom and called Chris, and even though I knew he couldn’t drive, I knew he would try to rescue me.

“Hey–”

“Chris. I’m at the movies with Ryan.”

My words came out in a rush, desperation clear in my tone.

I could hear him leave the room, practically running to where he could be alone and hear me clearly. “I know. What’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath. “He’s being weird.”

There’s a pause.

“How weird?”

“I’m in the bathroom to get away from him. That kind of weird,” I clarified. “I’m sorry. I know you’re with people, but can you please–”

“We’ll be there soon. I’ll text you when I’m outside,” he agreed without a second thought.

Once him and Matt arrived, Matt dropped us off at a McDonald’s near their house before going back to his own girlfriend. I never really asked what happened with the girl Chris was with. I guess I assumed they took her home while they were on their way to get me.

To cheer me up, Chris treated our shitty McDonald’s dinner as a friendly date. He made me laugh, made me feel safe again, and then we went home and watched a movie in his bed.

He was always ready to rescue me, no matter what he was doing.

Suddenly, my phone rings on the table, violently vibrating and disrupting our conversation.

I apologize as I pick up my phone, trying to mute it, until I see the caller ID.

Without hesitating, I get up from the table. “I have to take this.”

I practically run outside so I’m alone when I take the call, trying to get there before he hangs up. I press the phone to my ear, and my heart sinks when I finally hear his voice again.

“Hey,” he says.

My voice is delicate when I respond. “Hi.”

“I just wanted to–” he starts to say, getting right to the point. A car horn blares as someone in front of me swerves near another car. He stops his original point and asks, “Where are you right now?”

“Outside of a restaurant. I got up when you called.”

“Oh. Who are you with?”

“Just– Um– I’m not–” I stutter. “It’s just someone I know.”

He must have been laying on his bed, because I hear him shift. There’s a slight rumble like he was moving around, the sound of his bed sheets against his body as he sits up. “Is it a guy?”

I don’t know what to say. I could lie and say that I’m with family, or that it’s a networking dinner, but my silence doesn’t help my case. Not to mention that I panicked and settled on ‘someone I know.’

“You’re on a fucking date?!” he shouts.

“Why are you yelling at me!”

“I’m calling to tell you that I want to be with you and you’re on a fucking date?!”

He wants to be with me.

I don’t even get to be happy about that before I’m trying to defend myself. He’s so fast to get angry with me, not giving me a chance to think about anything other than the fact that he’s being incredibly unfair.

“How was I supposed to know that’s why you were calling?” I ask. I start pacing in front of the restaurant, weaving through people walking around me. “We haven’t spoken in a week!”

“Yeah,” he says, responding in a tone that is so dry, it makes me worried for what’s to come next. “A week ago you were all over me saying that you love me and you want a relationship and you’re already on a date with someone else?”

My voice goes soft. “What were you trying to achieve? Do you want a relationship with me?”

“Well, no but–”

“Oh!” I jump in. “So you want me, but not enough to be in a relationship with me, but enough to where if I go out with someone else who wants to be with me, I’m the bad person because then you’d get to call that cheating even though you and I don’t want the same thing. You just want me to be available if and when you decide you want the same thing as me.”

He doesn’t want me. He just wants me to be there in case that changes. With how indecisive and low commitment Chris is, I don’t want to wait around for someone that isn’t sure of me. Especially me, when we’ve had so much love for each other for our whole lives.

“You’re so fucking dramatic,” he scoffs. “I hope your date can handle it.”

“So fucking what if I’m on a date!” I fight back. “It shouldn’t mean anything to you!”

“You’re right, it doesn’t matter. So I’ll do you one better.” I take a breath, holding it. I’m terrified for what he’ll say next. “I fucked someone last night.”

I feel my heart stop beating. Then it drops into my stomach.

My chest feels empty. It’s like I’m just a shell of a human being, but nothing inside it functions anymore. That about killed me.

Tears well in my eyes, and I know if he saw me right now, he would hate that he made me cry. He was always the person to wipe my tears, and now he’s the cause of it.

I want to scream. I want to hate him. But I never could. No matter how much I try.

“So you decided to fuck someone else. Then you called me to confess the love you think I want from you, then you get mad that I don’t want to wait around for someone who isn’t sure about me and I went on a date, all of which you were going to pursue without telling me that you fucked someone last night!” I don’t bother concealing my volume or my vocabulary even though I’m standing around plenty of people. They can all hear me fighting with Chris. “And you’re going to get mad over a date, when you fucked someone?!”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute. I have to actually check that the call is still ongoing and I didn’t lose him somehow, or that he didn’t hang up on me after calling him out.

“You know what?” he snaps. “You’re right. This was a waste of time. Enjoy your date,” he forces himself to say. I know he wants nothing more than for my date to go badly. I don’t tell him that it already was before he called.

“Yeah, I will. And guess what Chris?”

“What?”

“You can go fuck yourself, but knowing you, you’ll probably get someone else to handle that for you.”

The line goes dead when he hangs up on me.

I’m left standing outside in shock.

I don’t know how long I’ve been standing in one place, burning tears dripping slowly down my cheeks. I finally snap out of it when I feel raindrops on my skin. Seconds later, the rain starts coming down harder.

Pretty ironic that he called me Sunshine because when he was down it always got sunnier, and now I’m standing in a downpour.

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flamingpudding · 5 months

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Lost in memories

A/N: personally I am currently hating myself and the writer part of my brain for this. This idea got stuck in my head after I read a couple of amnesiac Danny fics and prompts. I needed to get it out of my head because it occupied to much free estate and distracted me from other things. So with all ideas that bother me like this I write it out. Also I have no idea if I will continue on this or if I will leave it like this that depends on how much free estate it continues to occupies in my head. But here a warning. It's Angsty (?), but if I continue this it will probably be Angst with a happy ending.

Things were good. Danny was happy. After having lost everything before and after many struggles he was happy again, having gained a second family. They weren't replacing his previous family but they helped him fill the emptiness that nearly tore him apart before. They helped him over his grief and hurt as well as protected him from himself and others.

He had more brothers and sisters than before, he even was a big brother now. There was a father figure now also, one that was at least somewhat better at parenting that his father was before but well not perfect with still a bunch of faults Jazz would have loved to analyse. And a grandfather that made the best cookies he had ever eaten before. Best of all they had accepted him the way he was too, even his ghostlyness.

It was also an added bonus that his new family put in the effort to help him have a better schedule and a more regulated life. It came in handy when your entire new family was in the vigilante business and had experience in managing and balancing it. With them he was truly feeling safe and happy now and wished for it to last for as long as possible.

To the Waynes Danny was the baby of the family. Sure he wasn't the youngest, that was still Damian. But Danny was the most open about his feelings and his show of affection from the moment they had saved him and managed to keep him. Alfred wasn't even sure if it was Bruce that had initiated the adoption or if it were the children that did it. After all Jason had stated his brotherly claim on Danny first before Dick AND Damian fought him over it, leaving an opening for Tim and Duke whisking in by having shared interests only for Cass beat them all by gaining his trust first and giving her the favorite sibling spot.

Eitherway Danny had wormed his way into the Wayne family after all the initial struggles and trust issues and became the perfect addition. His way of openly showing how much he loved and cared about his new family quickly stirred the protectiveness the entire bat clan had over him. He might be not as innocent as he appears but to them Danny was the baby.

That was why they were in a close to panic state now.

There had been an oversight on their part. They thought that after dealing with the Anti-Ecto Acts and the disbanding of the Government branch dedicated to hunt beings like Danny that he would be save with them. That there was no danger to him anymore. That he could be free now and do what he wanted, be it a vigilante or life a semi normal life. Sure they knew about the small reminds of these people but, the bats had made sure they never would get even remotely close to Danny.

Jason especially had enjoyed hunting these guys.

Yet somehow a small group of them had managed to evade their attention. They had napped Danny from them. Tim and their ghost boy had been out on a coffee-run they had been discussing on of their latest invention they were working on together. Something that was going to emulate Danny's ice to make it easier to catch certain rogues. Tim had left Danny's side only shortly to get their coffee order but that little time frame had been enough.

At first Tim had thought that his little brother was pulling one of his vanishing pranks on him again. But when Danny didn't reappear no matter how long Tim waited or how much he looked for him, he had grown more and more worried. To the point that he messaged the group chat, alerting all their other siblings.

From there they quickly figured out thanks to the surveillance cameras that Danny got abducted. The fact that the group that took him used tech that Danny personally had shown to them before was the glaring fact that a leftover group was the culprit.

Of course they had instantly gone to rescue their brother. They hadn't forgotten the horrors they had seen before when they had disbanded the original government branch. Even Dick came from Bludhaven to help, knowing the seriousness of the situation.

Yet when they finally got to Danny, it made them feel like they had been too late. Unconscious and a lot of green red blood and wounds placed right where years old scarring was. It had driven Jason into a green haze, something that hadn't happened since Danny had joined the family.

Right now Danny laid unconscious in the medbay. Jason and Cass were with him. The second eldest Wayne had refused to leave Danny's side ever since they had recovered him. Tim wasn't too far away from there either, guilt making him unable to leave. Duke was the one staying next to him for comfort. Damian was pacing by the Batcomputer with Dick trying to help their youngest calming down while Bruce was working on finding if there was anything more they might have overlooked.

A crash in the medbay caused everything to stop. There was only one second of stillness before shouting resounded from there. Making them all rush towards it. But that was what appeared to make the situation worse.

The moment they burst through the door of the medbay they found their brother hovering near the ceiling, staring at them all wide eyed. One hand was clutching the area around his stomach, no doubt having reopened the wounds Alfred had stitched up with that special thread that was only used for Danny, while his other hand was outstretched towards them with a green glow.

"Danny calm down! You're safe!" They heard Dick shout as he tried to get closer but stopped when Jason held an arm out to stop them from getting closer, shaking his head as he glared. It wasn't a glare directed at them but something was clearly making him angry. That was when Damian noticed it, Danny had flinched back at Dick's shout.

He flinched back, from them, looking every bit like he was about to run away.

That was when the rest of them finally saw how Danny watched them with eyes blown wide and filled with fear and panic. But worst of all there was no recognition in his eyes. He looked like one of those affected by fear gas, even though that stuff didn't even work on Danny. He wasn't in a rational state of mind.

"Danny?" Tim carefully asked, he didn't step closer. Doing that right now would most likely trigger their brother even more, he remembered all too well how flighty Danny had been with them in the beginning. He exchanged side glances with his siblings. They needed to calm Danny down before he ripped open even more wounds. They could already see green red stains showing through the shirt Alfred had dressed him in earlier.

"Who…" Danny's voice was barely hearable, cracking even. There was a glass of water by the bedside table prepared for this. But there was no way they could get Danny to drink it right now.

"Who are you people?"

It wasn't often that one simple question could cause so much heartbreak at once. But if your loving brother that has known you for a little over a year or two, the one family member that showed you openly affection and constantly reminded you how much he cared and had come to love you, says it then there was no other way to avoid the pain it caused. None of them showed it but they all felt it the moment Danny finished his sentence.

All the bat siblings had one collective thought as Damian clicked his tongue in an especially frustrated and annoyed way.

I am going to murder these Guy's in White.

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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Animals – part 2 (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: You go on a date, but your date suddenly disappears. On your way out, you bump into Ghost. But little do you know he was behind that mysterious disappearance.

Note: This is part 2 (here's part 1), but it can be read as a stand-alone. There's no smut this time. If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Part 3

Warnings: afab!reader (i think, i can't remember every word), toxic!Ghost, mentions of sex so MINORS DNI!

It had been way too long since you met a guy who actually entertained you. Most of those on dating apps were just looking for one-night stands, though you couldn't blame them since you were there for the same. But this guy? Damn, he was so nice and polite and handsome and perfect in every way.

Working as a research scientist at some pharmaceutical company on weekdays, volunteering at animal shelters on the weekends, talking about his sisters, nephews, and nieces so sweetly that it made you smile like crazy. And the best part? He wasn't taken aback by hearing you were in the military.

You definitely hit the jackpot with him.

"I'll go get another round," you told him, but you couldn't get yourself to let go of his hand. It was so warm and your hand fit so perfectly into his that you didn't want this to end. "Okay, I'll really go now," you added with a short laugh as you finally pulled away your hand.

As soon as you got far enough not to see the table anymore, Ghost sprung into action. He picked up his glass and walked over to your date, towering over him with a threatening look on his face. The poor guy only noticed him when he put his glass on the table and leaned down to make sure he heard every single word he was about to say.

"If I see you touch her or even talk to her again, I'll break every single bone in your body," he stated menacingly.

The man gave him a confused look. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. Leave. Now."

"Who are you, and why would I do as you say?" he asked, seemingly annoyed by this stranger bothering him.

Ghost let out an annoyed growl. "She's mine. Now, don't make me repeat myself." The man didn't move, instead he watched the soldier defiantly. He knew you'd be back soon, so he grabbed the front of his shirt and leaned even closer. "Trust me, mate, you don't want to know what I'm capable of. Get. Out."

This was enough to make him move. Shaking his head and cursing under his breath, he said a few words about how you weren't worth the trouble then left.

As he thought about what he had just heard, Ghost returned to the corner of the bar where he had been hiding until now. A part of him was outraged, having a difficult time keeping himself back from going after that asshole to punch him in the face for saying this about you. But there was another part, a much smaller one that fully agreed with him.

When you returned with the drinks, you found an empty table with only your bag on top of it. You looked around, utterly confused by the disappearance of your date. Even his jacket was gone, so he probably wasn't in the bar anymore. But where the hell did he go all of a sudden?

After fishing out your phone from your bag, you immediately dialed his number. "Where are you?" you asked when he finally answered.

"I left. Why didn't you tell me that you have a boyfriend?"

"What? I don't have a boyfriend."

He let out a huff and you could imagine him roll his eyes. "Well, some big, scary guy still came over to me while you were gone and told me to leave you alone," he explained.

You wondered what guy he was talking about. "I have no idea who it could be," you said after successfully going through the list of possible suspects in your mind.

"Whatever, I won't waste my time on you."

With that he ended the call and you were left standing there by the table. It was so strange, you had never experienced anything like this before. You had never been stood up like that by a guy you liked before.

Taking a deep breath, you thought about what to do. In the end you walked over to a couple sitting at the other table on your side and gave them the two glasses with a forced smile. "I don't need these anymore. Have a good evening."

You turned around to leave, but before you could reach the door, you bumped into someone. When you looked up, you saw a familiar face, brown eyes locked with yours in an instant.

"Ghost?" you asked, suddenly feeling a little timid.

He gulped, having an incredibly hard time restraining himself when being so close to you. You were his drug, something that was lingering in the back of his mind all the time, making him angry and desperate at the same time. The lieutenant didn't want to like you. He tried to fight it, tried to get you out of his system, but all of his attempts were futile. One way or another, he needed you to function properly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask the same thing," you replied as you shoved your hand into your pockets.

Ghost buried his hand into his hair as he watched you. "I was meeting a friend nearby and came in for a drink before going back home," he told you, the lie rolling off his tongue without a problem.

"Wait, you live here? I thought you lived in Manchester."

"I moved a few months ago."

For some reason you gave him a doubtful look. "Is that so?"

"Yeah, I needed a change of scenery."

"Good for you. Well, my night is ruined, so I'm leaving. Have fun," you said before you walked past him and left the bar.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He couldn't let you leave like that. He needed you tonight, he needed to hear you let out those sweet sounds, the whimpers and string of incoherent words as he fucked you. "Wait," he called after you once he was outside. You came to a halt and turned back with a questioning look. "I'll walk you home."

But you shook your head at this. "I'll be fine, thanks."

"This wasn't a question," Ghost informed you, his voice carrying the sort of authority it did during missions.

This obviously didn't go past by you because you shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. "What do you want from me?" you asked, sounding exasperated.

He stepped closer to you, close enough to lean down and kiss you with his arms wrapped around your body if he wanted to act on his instincts. At first he didn't know what to say. He had been keeping an eye on you for so long that now it was a habit he simply couldn't shake off. And being with you, either in a friends with benefits or actual relationship would fuck up the balance of his life.

Because he didn't want to be friends. He didn't want to be your lover. He just…

Well, he didn't really know what he wanted. To control every aspect of your life? To continue his ritual of secretly looking at photos of you in the middle of the night as he jacked off? Or did he just want to keep his distance, to continue to watch you from afar without you knowing about it?

You could tell something was wrong, you could feel it in your bones. His icy stare gave you the chills, and the more time that passed, the more anxious you became. Ghost was too close to your liking. You could feel the heat radiating from his body which drove you dangerously close to the edge.

Something suddenly changed about his body language, as if a switch had been flipped in his brain. "You. All of you," he replied. "We had fun last time, didn't we?"

Oh, yes, the last time when you threw your pride away just to be thoroughly fucked by him. As much as you hated to admit it, none of your one-night stands could satisfy you the way the lieutenant could. You were drawn to him, and he could easily control you like a puppeteer.

But his cold, dismissive behavior on missions was still a vivid memory, something you couldn't easily forget about. It was strange that he was so different in private, when it was just the two of you on your days off. "I thought you hated me."

Ghost thought about his answer. "My feelings for you are a little… complicated."

"How so?"

Instead of answering, he moved his lips to your ear, playfully biting it before moving down your jawline, just until he could capture your lips. You hesitated, but the familiar feeling made you return the kiss in the end, and you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist to keep him close.

"You're so fucking annoying and disobedient on the field," he whispered against your lips. "But I can't keep my distance from you. It's hard to explain."

His big palms brushed over the skin on your arms until he peeled them off of himself then he intertwined his fingers with yours. You wanted to accept his answer because you were just as confused about your feelings for him as he was, but your instincts told you to run.

"I should go home," you told him as you pulled away, your eyes fixed on his chest. You couldn't look him in the eye, afraid of what he would say or do. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to say something, but you quickly spoke up to stop him. "Alone."

Ghost let out an annoyed groan. He was ready in every way to fuck you again, but now you ruined his fun with these words. How could he convince you? You seemed so sure of yourself that he wondered if it was even possible to change your mind.

When he reached out to touch you again, you immediately pulled away, taking several steps back to build a distance from him. "Why are you doing this? Just tonight. Just this one time," he tried, his voice steady and confident, almost demanding.

But you shook your head. "This would be the second time. And then what? You show up again and ask for another time? Then another?" Probably, although he wasn't about to say that out loud. "I don't wanna do this, Simon."

"Don't you dare call me that," he growled, his hand instinctively wrapping around your neck. Your eyes went wide and he let go at once. Ghost bit on his lower lip as he buried a hand in his hair and began to pace in front of you. "I'm sorry," he apologized. But he was mad because he never gave you permission to call him that. Never.

Your chest was heaving rapidly as you watched him, your eyes not losing track of him for a second. He knew you were scared of him, and he also knew that you had every reason to feel this way. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have attacked you. But when he heard you say his name, it made him angry.

"Just don't call me Simon again," he said.

"Goodnight, lieutenant," you told him, emphasizing the last word before turning around to walk away from him.

He kept his eyes on you, mentally kicking himself for not keeping his emotions under control. As you disappeared into the night, he caught a cab and went to your apartment, asking the driver to stop a few blocks away from it just to be sure you didn't see him.

Ghost had to see you again. He wanted to make sure you were home, sleeping peacefully in your bed. According to the GPS in your phone, you were just about to arrive when he turned around the corner. He managed to catch a glimpse of you when you opened the door of the apartment building.

Every bone in his body was drawn to you, but he tried to resist his instincts. He couldn't go after you, breaking in your door if he had to just to throw you on your bed and have you in any way he wanted. It was just him and his hand tonight, all thanks to his fucking mistake.

He glanced down at his watch–it was almost eleven. He waited for another hour on the street before you finally turned off your lights, giving him the signal that made him go home to his own place.

Far from you.

Far from the temptation.

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The archer’s apprentice

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • “Ain’t gonna hurt yea kid” “…how can I trust you?” “Take the risk” • SFW/ANGST • TW: Abandonment Issues / Separation Anxiety / Injuries / Scars

Requested by: Anon

Stupid fucking rain Daryl thought as he quickly ran into the cabin after pushing what was blocking the door on the other side far enough to slip in.

But right as he did, a bolt whipped past his head hitting the wall next to him. Daryl turned where the shot was fired and saw the kid still aiming their crossbow at him before dropping it and cowering.

“Ain’t gonna hurt yea kid”

“…how can I trust you?”

“Take the risk” Daryl shrugs watching the kid scramble, ditching their weapon and climbing on top of the bookshelf in an alarmingly fast pace that was impressive and concerning. The only concerning part about it is they must’ve done that before for whatever other reason. “‘M just gonna hold up for a bit…”

No response to his words concerned him but the kid was still keeping to themselves afraid of the stranger.

The archer could only assume why the kid was alone and every thought didn’t make him feel any better. He carefully takes the bolt out of the wall making his way over to where they left their crossbow and placed it beside it. Then he went to make sure the rest of the cabin was secure while also exploring it himself.

He noticed the opened cans on the floor but also the few still in the cupboards of the kitchen. He took only one of them, because he was looking for food before the storm hit.

“How long have yea been here?” Daryl asks returning into the room in hopes that the short time of not talking that they would open up slightly. But all they did was readjust to be more comfortable on top of the bookshelf. “You can trust me yknow”

“H-How many walkers have you killed?”

Rick’s questions? “Too many to keep track of”

“P-People?”

“Also…too many to keep track of” Daryl frowns sitting down on the couch that kept the door closed. “But not in ill intent. There was always a reason”

“Good reasons? How c-can there be good reasons for killing people…”

“They threaten the lives of those yea care about”

“Okay…but if that’s it, and not everyone threatens those you care about, then what is the reason”

Self defense? They’ve been bit? I can’t think of anything else? Daryl tried to think hard about it as the kid slouches.

“Killing is so stupid…n-not that the government was better in the old world…but still. Why does it have to only end with that…”

“Things have changed” Daryl frowns opening the can up noticing the kid’s glued stare on the item. Which lead to the archer handing it to them as they devoured its contents in seconds. “There’s so many open cans, but you eat like you haven’t in days”

“I can’t…get the cans open”

“You don’t have a knife?”

“No…”

“Your bolt can help open it”

“I broke the others, that’s my last one”

“How did yea end up alone?” It was coming, even the kid knew that. But they didn’t want to say anything. It was fresh, and some part of Daryl knew that.

“Look, I just opened that one for yea. I’m gonna open another for you to eat and then one for myself. Alright?”

“You’re not—“

“I’m not gonna poison it, kid. You ate that one and haven’t died” Daryl states watching them inspect the can but decided not to think that he did something to it when they were given the next one. “How’d yea find this place?” He asks on his way back to the couch watching the kid climb down the bookcase then deciding to sit on the floor.

“It’s my uncle’s cabin…”

“Is your uncle around?”

They shook their head bringing their sadden gaze back toward the can as they started to eat more slowly this time. Daryl frowns feeling awful for what the kid must’ve gone through before he found them.

When the weather cleared, Daryl stepped out of the cabin as he was a bit surprised that the kid let him stay. But they didn’t seem to want to be alone during the storm because during the night they freaked out from the thunder and Daryl woke to them asleep on the floor next to the couch he slept on. Before he stepped out, he had placed them on the couch.

But a part of him didn’t leave.

Daryl heard quick shuffling inside the cabin seeing the kid run out in a bit of a panic. But once they saw him they straightened up and pretended they didn’t just do that.

“Never got your name”

“Y/N”

“‘M Daryl, are you alright?”

“Uh. Yeah uh. You leaving I guess” Y/N stepped back pressing their back against the wall, fidgeting with the ends of their sleeves.

Deep down, Daryl didn’t want to leave the kid alone and he wasn’t going to. But he wanted to make it seem like their idea to go with him back to their community.

“I can teach yea how to shoot”

The light in their eyes sparked when he said such as they straightened up looking at the archer with a pleasing look.

“Really?”

“Mhm. I’ll give yea a bolt or two. Go get your crossbow, and I’ll set up” Daryl went back inside with the kid as they ran to get their things while he grabbed a few empty cans.

After Daryl had set up a little shooting range, he set his own crossbow against a nearby tree along with his pack before taking a few of his own bolts for Y/N who approached him unnoticed. He flinched which resulted in the kid doing the same.

“Holy fuck”

“Sorry” Y/N frowns gripping the strap to their crossbow. “Didn’t mean to spook you…”

“Yknow going unnoticed like that can save yea and others”

“If I can land a shot…”

“Which we’ll be workin’ on”

The basics, Y/N already knew and Daryl kept an eye on them along with their surroundings for any walkers while they loaded the bolt in and held their crossbow in the right position.

“Gotta widen your stance a bit, not too much but enough to plant yourself”

“How does that help with my aim?”

“Well. Best not to fall over when firin’”

“Mm. Okay” Y/N couldn’t argue with that but before they even could fire the bolt, the two heard a walker. But before Daryl could even get his own crossbow and tell Y/N to get behind him.

They discarded the crossbow and quickly grabbed a rock from the rock pile they had standing outside the cabin. Daryl looks at them confused as he ignored it to grab their crossbow that was already loaded and before he knew it, he watches Y/N climb a near by tree high enough and jump on the walker using the rock to crush its skull enough for them to swiftly take their knife out stabbing the gooey inside.

The sight was a bit horrific that Daryl wishes he could unsee it. But before he could try, he couldn’t help but notice the obvious.

“If yea had a knife, why didn’t yea use that to open the cans?”

“Cuz I had someone to do it for me! Then he died and I was alone for three days before you came” Y/N snaps as they took the rock they used to kill the walker returning it to the pile that clicked to Daryl.

It was a grave in a sense. Without the body.

“I’m sorry”

“Whatever…” They frown readjusting the rock formation a bit as Daryl handed their crossbow back once it was fixed to their liking. “So back to it?”

“Mhm”

A few hours of this and Daryl knew he should be heading back to his community before someone will come looking for him. Not that he needs rescuing. Y/N is harmless for the most part.

One last time, they loaded the bolt into their crossbow and aimed it for one of the cans as Daryl gently pushes the end down a bit to help. That’s when Y/N took the shot and finally got the center of the can.

“Fuck yes!”

“Nice shot”

The unfamiliar voice startled Y/N to hug their crossbow as Daryl quickly assured it was someone he knew that also knew how to sneak up on people unnoticed.

“You didn’t come back so Rick sent me” Carol smiles crossing her arms at the two archers seeing Y/N bring themselves to hide behind Daryl. “I’m not gonna bite. I’m a friend”

“Yeah this is my friend Carol, she’s nice”

“Only nice?” She scoffs.

“Fine, and she’s got an ego” Daryl smirks only to get smacked in the chest by Carol once she approached as Y/N tried to fight back the laugh that escaped them. “But yeah you can trust her, she ain’t scary”

“Nice, not scary. Total package” Carol smiles watching the kid relax faster with her than they did with Daryl as he really had to take into consideration that he did barge in in their home. “You know they can come with us”

“I can?” Y/N quickly looks up at Daryl watching him nod. “Can…uh”

“I can still help yea with working on your bow skills”

Now that lead Y/N to quickly collect their things which wasn’t much but gave the adults enough time to talk about the time Daryl has been gone.

“You know why right?”

“Why what?”

“Why you didn’t leave them” Carol continues to smile at the archer as she watches Y/N step out of the cabin approaching the rock pile once more and taking one into their grasp before they went to retrieve the bolt. “You saw yourself in them…all alone in the woods with no one…couldn’t bear to leave them alone like how you were”

“You gettin’ sappy on me is gonna make it rain again”

“You could just say you are gonna cry” She nudges him followed by a grunt from him and a short lived laugh from her. “They’ll be in good hands. I know for a fact”

Soon the three were on their way back to Alexandria, Y/N kept close to Daryl as this was all new to them that when they stopped a few feet away from the gate…Daryl went to their side and taking it at their speed. Carol wishes she could document it for the books…

Alexandria’s crossbow duo

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((HEY TURNS OUT I LIED AGAIN

I thought i didn't write down any of my plans for this blog, but it seems like I did? so here's some character bios I wrote and the synopsis of what was gonna happen in epilogue (unfortunately without visual direction)

The following content was written in 2017, only meant to be read by myself and is mostly unedited

LORE

The underground is going empty. Slowly. Mostly he stays at charas grave, bc he's a fukkin flower and would die without sunlight. The only other place with light is the palace and there's too much traffic there in and out of the underground. He wants to avoid people after what he did. Not that anyone remembers any of it, resets or the god thing (it was kinda cool he doesn't super regret that. More later) but he feels like. Bad about it and doesn't know how to deal with THAT baloney. he'll still go out every now and then though to see the state of the UG, explore abandoned places, hear word of the surface from locals who decided it wasn't for them or just came back to visit. None of them know who he is, but some are familiar with a weird flower they've seen popping out of the ground and suddenly disappearing. He absolutely idolizes frisk for saving the underground, doing what he and chara never could. But after a while alone with himself he realizes that frisk just coincidentally came at the right time. First he idolized chara, then frisk, and then he realized HE was the one who became a GOD and broke the barrier himself and sure frisk helped but he could have done it on his own! He's charismatic enough! Who needs frisk, they aren't even that great or cool! They had the power to reset and didn't even do anything cool with it! They went around one whole time and that was it, they weren't even interested in the experimentation and mind games... He gets very lonely without frisk. He only knew them for a day but they were kind and forgiving to him unlike anyone else has ever been. He misses them. Sometimes frisk will come back to visit but he'll hide in the other buttercups, ashamed he's a flower again and afraid to talk to them. He's fuckin constantly monologuing he's so lonely. Without someone to cut him off he just keeeeeeps gooooooing He kidnaps absolutely everyones mannerisms and gets so mad if you point it out He's been around for 2-3 months in reality, which is a fuckton of time for resetting esp compared to frisks single day. He had to get real bored to stop for so long and let it all play out. He's just glad he chose to stop on a timeline where everyone was relatively happy so they could all be saved. Where is chara? He doesn't know. He still misses them but he doesn't care much to see them again anymore. Chara wasn't that great, but they also weren't that bad. They were his best friend and he idolized them. Chara was sure they were the angel sent to free the underground and he believed them. He hates what happened but he doesn't blame chara for it. For a minute when he 180s on them he does! But he's just angry and the more he thinks about it he can't stay mad. They were just kids. They didn't know. this is what they get. He doesn't care for humans one bit. He's only met 2 and the rest tried to kill him on sight. As a whole he doesn't hate all humans, but he certainly doesn't trust any of them. He was once obsessed with humans, its kind of like having your favorite celebrity be a jerk but worse. Part of the reason he stays underground is to avoid them, but touristy humans go down there sometimes so it doesn't always work. Many times when he goes to ask how the surface is, its to affirm his beliefs about humans. And often the bias in the underground is on his side. Grillbys is still open down there so he mostly goes there for Intel.

The vague amount of time it’s been since chara and asriel died is fairly short. Short enough for chara to know snowdrake, short enough for chara to have instigated the gyftrot thing and introduced the underground to christmas

THE GREAT ANALYSIS OF FLOWEY

Primary motivations: fear of death, fear of loneliness. Fear of death trumps all, as being with friends puts him on the surface where theres too many people and things that have killed him before.

He’s dependent, picks a favorite person and latches on. Personality is largely a construct of traits he pulled from others.

He’s self-obsessed in that he’s constantly analyzing his own behavior and thinking about what he’s doing. May be an asriel trait refined by ages of carefully shaping himself to behave in certain ways at certain times. He’s not actually that snappy and quick to anger? At least not normally. He’s in a bad mood lately but when he wants to, he can stay perfectly composed. The threats are just a mechanism to get others to fuck off.

He’s an open book who will keep going on about himself if prompted, and if he’s not trying to hide something from a specific person. Exacerbated by the fact that he’s been talking to himself for so long.

Nasty cognitive dissonance. He will carefully look at all potential issues and outcomes but will find excuses and land on the one that benefits himself/his desires. (ie, he wont admit it but he knows theres nothing really keeping him away from frisk)

He’s been living a long time “without consequences” yeah but he’s extremely critically aware of all consequences. Every action he takes is calculated, he’s just roleplaying 100% of the time. Now that he can’t reset, there are consequences, so he’s very afraid of doing things and fucking up. Part of the reason why he doesnt want to see frisk is because he can’t believe they like him and he thinks that if they learn more about him, they’ll stop. He doesnt know they know everything about him. Frisk is his special person, he cant stand to lose them.

A lot of this is devoted to him figuring out who he is as a person

Doesn’t care for life but fears death because he doesn’t know what’s going to happen without a soul: he fears the unknown

Has the patience of a god but he doesn’t like puzzles that much? He wants the story not the challenge, whereas chara and frisk enjoy the challenge (puzzle enjoyment goes chara>frisk>flowey). Like me, he’ll do the same thing over and over again for hours until it works, but if he gets stuck at a puzzle for more than 30 minutes he’s gotta leave for a while out of frustration. That isn’t to say he’s bad at puzzles, in fact spending so much time with papyrus has made him pretty good at them! At least in theory.

On the surface he has fucking AWFUL crippling panic attacks and he finds it hard to do anything or go anywhere, at least without frisk. 100% dependency and he hates it

First reaction when people do things for him is “no this is bad and I hate it” even if he likes it actually. He doesn't realize he does it until its too late and he's too stubborn to admit anything after the fact. Its a defense mechanism after being taken advantage of, developed because he's so complacent and fine with anything

Unrealistically high and vague expectations placed on him all his life (ur gonna do something big, ur gonna change the world, etc)

His feelings toward Frisk

Theyre his favorite person right now, he’s obsessed with them and loves everything they do. This will wear off and he’ll resent them for a while until he manages to get over it and stop idolizing them. The spite could come out of them having “moral highground” and gently scolding him over little things that add up over time, out of them taking care of themselves poorly because they prioritize others, and by the fact that they’re just as bad as he is as it turns out. He’s afraid theyll stop loving him since he can’t love them. Hes fairly candid about how he cant love them, even asking them if theyre aware he’s just using them for attention and being a leech. What he doesnt know is that frisk is using him as well to stop chara, so once he finds out about that there will probably be some kind of relief.

His feelings toward Chara

They were always the right one, the smart one, as much as he loved them and was fascinated by them and loved to learn things from them, he really hated that part of them deep down though he never snapped and shared it. In the future he will since he’s less tolerant.

His feelings towards the relationship those two have

He’s jealous that they’re so close and know so much about each other. They’re really closer than any two people ever could be since they’ve shared a body for so long. There’s also such a strange mix of love and hate between them that he really can’t read their relationship. He resents the idea of being the third wheel so deeply and he’s particularly spiteful of chara for this since he loves frisk.

His FEELINGS

He super do have them, eh?? He super is actually just very traumatized and lonely and confused eh?? Almost as if he absolutely can and does still love everyone, he’s just detached himself from it. Something very easy to do.

HOW THE FRISK BE

They’re kind of a little bitch and a goth. Rebellious teen days now!! They’re hard to read which can either work for or against them. They don’t really give a shit in a large part about much of anything, especially not now when they’re very concerned with themselves and their problems. They don’t get along with humans or much of anyone their own age for this reason.

Resetting was largely on their hands and they got pretty fucked up by it. Chara did encourage them to do some shit, it wasnt helped that flowey who had forgotten about them was encouraging them too. It was just a bunch of irresponsible kids playing games with peoples lives. There’s also a touch of frisk getting to points on the surface where things are new and changing which scares them into resetting for fear of the unknown future.

Frisk thought everything was fine until they got to the end of all the genocide stuff, that’s when chara lost it. In the whole “you think theres no consequences for this shit u pulled” manner and tried to hold frisk to it. It was a 2 souls one body case where they shared equal control, this was the first time neither cooperated. Frisk wasnt immediately freaked out by chara, they’re both friends and frisk knew they were a weirdo. Frisk gave in and “sold their soul” so chara would let them do anything other than sit around in an empty void. Chara played the next game like their regular old friend. Then they killed everyone. That’s when frisk freaked out and realized their friend had lost it. When frisk learned to regret what they did. They reset to a world where their friends could be alive again and fought their hardest, but Chara still had their way. This timeline, Frisk went out of their way immediately to get any kind of protection from chara. All kinds of supernatural charms and tricks to keep ghosts at bay. As a result, it’s been a while since they saw chara. And they miss chara a lot. But they know that chara watches them and is waiting for the moment when frisk lets their guard down.

Frisk pushes so hard to get flowey to come home with them because they know he’s asriel and they know he knows chara. Maybe he’ll know a way to talk some sense into them. And after everything they did, frisk feels betrayed by chara and can’t call them their best friend. Floweys the only person they know wouldn’t do that, he’s faithful to the end.

Frisk is a fixer though, they still love everyone despite what they did and feel genuinely sorry for the way they fucked up. Including chara after all theyve done. It breaks their heart that they can’t play with chara anymore

When frisk finally explains all of this to flowey, chara’s sitting there busting in loudly at every chance and every disagreement like the fucker they are and flowey’s doing everything in his power to tune them out and just watch frisk’s hands

Backstory and reasons why they climbed the mountain are unknown. They will not under any circumstances talk about their old life, which concerns some people, but prying accomplishes nothing. They try to act as though nothing bad ever happened to them to make them want to climb a mountain no one ever returns from, because life is good now and they’ve got loving friends and family. Even other humans who knew Frisk before don’t know much about them since they never really spoke. For Frisk, pretending it never happened is as good as it never happening, at least so they try to think. But they’ll have some triggers, just need to figure out what.

Frisk talks in their sleep, however it’s only very quiet nonsense gibberish. This shocks flowey, as he didn’t think they were capable of talking at all. It makes him more curious about their past too.

THE CHARA SITUATION

Are they soulless? It’s hard to say since really theyre nothing but a soul, just fractured all to hell and lingering long after they should. I still like the idea of their soul being a little infused with bits form asriels soul too

Before the underground, they were the youngest of a large family that mistreated them. They went underground after the death of their mother. In the underground they were best friends and great siblings with asriel. They hung out with kids they shouldnt have though. They werent treated super great underground either, as a human. They and asriel both got up to shit they shouldnt have.

HOW MUCH DOES EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT FRISK AND FLOWEY

Sans: Frisk assumed he knew everything already so they told him that they and flowey could reset. Didn’t tell him that they’ve killed everyone multiple times

Papyrus, Undyne, toriel, asgore: Doesn’t know

Alphys: let in a little on the reset business

The next section of the document covers the meetings, which were all made into finished comics, and therefore will be skipped.

SURFACE

(note from present Stem: this is all way more uncooked and hard to read than i thought it might be)

Flowey has nightmares that charas coming to kill him. Notably one comic where chara in shadow approaches and then it’s revealed as frisk

The inciting action

Kids make fun of Frisk for being “dumb” and flowey for being a flower and never wanting to be outside (he needs a roof over his head). At one point he snaps back a little too much and loses it a little. Frisk, as a result, tries to stuff him in their bag but this doesn’t calm him down. He blows up the backpack with magic and hurts a bunch of kids in the crossfire, including frisk

Toriel

She walks into the room where flowey is. They say hi to each other. Then she asks if he's feeling well. He's confused, but says he's fine. She says that's good. Then she says he's been behaving strangely lately. Floweys upset by this. “Did my acting get worse or can you see straight through me?” she giggles, “I think its your acting, dear.” she asks him what's wrong, if he's not happy on the surface. He says no, he's happy and he never wants to go away again. He decides that he’s comfortable enough with toriel to tell her this, she was once his mom after all, and in a way she is again. He's confused. He doesnt know what to do while frisk is away at school, since he can't join them after he had a weird episode and threatened other kids. He can play with papyrus and that's fun, but he doesnt really want to do that. He doesnt want to leave or go anywhere without frisk really. Toriel asks if that's why he's confined himself to this little pot. He doesn't really know, and he doesn't want to admit being scared. Toriel catches on though. She sees that he really is just a regular kid in there, and a kid at that since its hard to tell with him being a flower, and hes scared of this big world. The underground has always been the same, small and hardly changing even after all the years since they were trapped down there. By contrast the surface is huge and full of new people and everything changes all the time, and it’s scary. By now she's caught on that he has issues with humans. She says that he can trust anyone in this house, but she understands if frisk is the only one he can really count on. He finally cracks. He admits that hes afraid of frisk getting sick of him since he's such a pathetic mess like this and can't do anything about it. Toriel tells him that frisk never would. They love him too much. But if he's still that afraid, then he needs to try and be better eventually. Sitting around in that pot all day waiting for frisk to come back won't do it.

Alphys

Frisk finally breaks because flowey is being so insufferable and snaps at him. They both feel extremely bad, so toriel says that flowey needs to stay somewhere else for a while (because he won’t get along with anyone else in the house lately so sending frisk away is silly). Flowey hesitantly agrees to it and requests to stay with alphys and undyne. Which means i finally have to try writing for undyne lol. He probably hung out with undyne during frisk’s gym classes since he can’t exactly exercise as a flower. But he can’t go to work with her because he isn’t allowed at the school, so if he goes to work with anyone, it’s with alphys. She might take some time off for his sake too because she wants to get to know him and while she doesn’t fully understand why he’d go out of his way to choose her to stay with, she appreciates it. They watch some anime and al finally gets a chance to pry at him scientifically with a lot of question asking. He holds back on life questions except for ones that pertain only to this timeline and are least incriminating. Watching anime on netflix one night while the autoplay is loading he suddenly says he’s asriel. Alphys chokes on her popcorn or something and jumps to stop the autoplay like “what did you just say?!” “Don’t tell toriel. Or asgore. Please. don’t tell anyone.” ‘i won’t! I promise i won’t say anything to anyone!b-b-but did you really say youre--” “prince asriel. The one who absorbed the soul of the first human to fall underground and got killed on the surface” “b-b-b-b-b-but h-how is that possible?? Y-y-y-you don’t… you d-don’t have a s-soul, i-if you were--” “the flowers in asgore’s garden were growing out of my dust. That determination brought me back to consciousness.” “o-o-oh my g-g-god, I-i…” he finally looks up at her in the eye “alphys, you’re going to take this really badly. I’m gonna tell you everything. If you’re ready. I’m warning you now because this is going to get…. Really… really dark. And it’s going to make you feel awful. But you at least deserve to know. If you aren’t ready, I’ll stop. But there’s no promise I’ll ever be willing to say this all again.” alphys centers herself and turns to face him “i’m ready”

CHARA the first time they see chara again is shortly after frisk takes him home when chara possesses frisk and stumbles out of bed in the middle of the night.

he catches them and theyre like “so at long last you caught on to me”

f: “get out of frisk’s body”

c: “what makes you think I’m not frisk?”

f: “they don’t talk like that. no one’s as bad at roleplaying as you are, chara.”

c*leaves frisk’s body*: “Why that tone, asriel? Are you not surprised to see me? I will admit, I did not think you would take this long to figure it out.”

f: “I had my suspicions the whole time but you were always pretty well hidden.”

c:”hm,,, that doesn’t sound right… oh… Oh! You let yourself forget!”

f:”What are you talking about? why are you possessing frisk’s body”

c:”Frisk never told you? Our sweet savior of monsterkind has been bad. they reset and reset and reset until they destroyed the entire world and I was happy to let them live in the void they created, the hard earned fruits of their labor, but they would not accept it. So they sold their soul to me in order to reset once again. They tried to fix all their mistakes and make the world as if they had never done any wrong. They have forgotten that their actions have consequences, so I am here to remind them.”

f: “chara- chara. Chara. They sold their SOUL to you?”

c: “yes they-”

f:”did they sign a contract for it?”

c:”A contract? What? No, of course not. I am a ghost, I don’t have paper-”

f:”then it’s not legally binding”

c: “what?” f:”it’s not legally binding! You can’t just take people’s souls, chara!”

c:” Yes I can! I can? And I did.”

f:”you’re being ridiculous! Give frisk their soul back and leave them alone!!”

c:”no! ugh… we will continue this later” and then they leave

--- c: frisk has taken to wearing special charms and making all kinds of wards to keep me away. I don’t think they trust me anymore f: i wonder why

--- f: frisk taught me that anyone can be a better person if they just try, so I’m trying. They want to try too! c: frisk also went about systematically murdering every last one of their friends immediately after that f: chara. ohmygod.

--- c: I’m not going to swear. it’s rude and unintelligent f: it’s more fun tho

Chara makes mention of things they and flowey did in past timelines that were so fun and he can’t remember them, it makes him feel left out

Frisk’s room is covered head to toe in objects and symbols that ward off ghosts and evil spirits. They wear crosses and gemstone rings, they have objects scattered around their room and steal spices from the kitchen that supposedly help, and a circle of salt around their bed. Chara comments later that a lot of the things are meant to keep evil spirits away and therefore don’t actually do anything to them. No one really knows what to say to that

Flowey to frisk after he discovers they were just using him: so i guess… we’re even? You were no better than me all along?

Frisk shrugs

“But um… i was using you because you loved me. So.. do you really…?”

Frisk frantically shakes their hands and waves their arms to tell him no, then scoops him up in a tight hug

Frisk laying in bed after a bad day

“Aw, is someone grumpy because they have too many friends?”

Frisk pushes his pot off the bed to crash down onto the floor while flowey snickers

Frisk has gotten in trouble for texting flowey during class so they have to put their phone away now

*insert some kind of normal convo. Then: frisk. Frisk reply. Reply. Reply. Reply. Reply. (cont.) all with very close together timestamps*

Frisk hours later: <3

*conversation continues as normal*

TO GET BODIES BACK

chara keeps possessing frisk and it drives flowey and frisk up a wall bc they can barely do anything about it other than by being constantly vigilant. theyre both exhausted and sick of it since charas spectral and doesnt run out of energy. and theyre so obnoxious. they go to alphys for help since she knows how to bond souls to things. she asks them why they dont like call an exorcist or something and flowey and frisk both hesitate before admitting they both love chara too much despite how shitty they are. alphys tells them that chara has to accept the body in order to bond to it, and everyone agrees it’s unlikely that they’ll go for anything unlike their actual human body. alphys says she may know something they can do, she just has to call a friend first. she gets on the phone with a mysterious human who they can’t hear on the other side. actually she might give her opener over text and then immediately get a phonecall in response. she opens by bringing up their interest in necromancy, says that she has a ghost, no not a monster ghost, a human ghost, then has to hold the phone back bc they’re screaming on the other side. she calms them down and starts asking about any ways they can think of making a body for someone. she might just tell the two to take off and give them a thumbs up, she’ll text them later. alphys finally gets back to them and tells them they might be able to build a type of hybrid human-monster body for chara, but they need their buried remains and powerful magic in order to do so, and it only makes sense that it be the magic of their parents used to resurrect them. she might sprinkle in that if this works, flowey might be able to get his asriel body back too. of course, nothing is possible if they can’t get chara to agree to all of it. and of course they don’t. their lack of body is punishment, appropriately earned. for them and flowey both. they can’t go back to their bodies just as they cannot undo the wrongs they have done. they cannot escape the consequences of their actions. it would be great if chara said “thats a funny trick to play on god!” flowey tells them that this isn’t some kind of fucked up divine punishment. what they did wasn’t so bad to warrant this. if anything, taking these forms has made them both WORSE. if it were supposed to be punishment they wouldn’t have these chances to get out. he was punishing himself for so long and it didn’t make any difference, but accepting everyone’s help and trying to do better with them DID help him. doesn’t chara want a body back? don’t they miss the ability to feel… anything? don’t they want to live the life they never got a chance to have? chara goes quiet for the first time in their life and undeath. then they agree to it. after that, the three of them go to asgore and toriel to finally break the news that their dead kids are still here. chara doesn’t show themselves, but the point still gets across. they agree to it wholeheartedly and without hesitation the next step is to prepare chara’s body. alphys has a small team of humans helping her out, or maybe just one very enthusiastic one. chara’s body is dug up and there are complements to how well preserved it is, this could be easier than anticipated. a mixture of science and magic is used to heal it and make its human processes function again. just before chara’s to go in frisk tells them that they can’t wait to finally hug them and they’re like “i take it back?? i can’t do this” once in their body chara’s just a clumsy weak little fuck and so very grouchy about having to feel things again.

When asriel gets his body back, the first thing he does is stomp out the old flower. Only frisk notices, it worries them. They try to ask him later but he gets offended like, “what you wanted me to keep it to remind me of my horrible life or something?! You think i need it in case something happens and i have to live in it again? I’d rather die!” the reality is that he thinks he’s cured and better and brand new now that he isnt a flower anymore, but that couldnt be farther from the truth. He’s now convinced hes perfect and can do no wrong which makes him do a lot of wrong

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of angels and darlings | b.bradshaw, r.floyd

description: in which bradley bradshaw is wholly and completely in control

warnings: 18+, m/m/f threesome, dom!rooster, sub!bob, poly relationship, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), choking, blindfolds

pairings: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/robert "bob" floyd/nondescript fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

notes: listen up hoes (affectionate). this is entirely self indulgent. i just wanted some nasty threesome smut and this is what came out. maybe i just wanted an excuse to write rooster kissing a boy. sue me. this also recycled from an old work of mine, so yet again, i've plagiarized myself. anyway! i hope you enjoy yourselves

He had her right where he wanted her.

Spread open, exposed and vulnerable, the light catching on her skin in such a way that she appeared to be glowing. And maybe she was. He'd always called her his angel, after all. Maybe she truly did possess a heavenly glow.

In fact, in that very moment, she did feel heavenly, with the two men she loved and trusted most gazing upon her like she was a rare treasure they'd just discovered. And as far as they were concerned, that was exactly what she was.

Bradley was the first to break the silence. He slid a hand delicately down Bob's spine, and the man shivered slightly, leaning into his touch.

"Look at her, Bobby. Doesn't she look good enough to eat?" He spoke, smooth as silk.

"Yes," Bob breathed, eyes fluttering beneath his glasses.

Bradley smiled knowingly, as if he had a secret he wasn’t willing to share with the class. "Wanna taste her?"

Bob had been waiting for this moment all day. "Please."

"Then, by all means, go ahead."

He didn't have to tell Bob twice. In one swift movement, he was joining her on the bed, moving to hover over her naked form. He leaned down to kiss her lips desperately, tongue delving into her mouth. The kiss made her head spin, and when he pulled away, she was gasping, watching as he began his descent, kissing and suckling at her soft chest before moving down, down, down. Down between the meeting of her thighs, where it was warm and wet and ready for him to taste.

His fingers delicately spread her open, and he blew cool air against her center, which sent her shivering and moaning ever so softly. Then he began to tease her, swirling his tongue everywhere but that little button of nerves. It was maddening.

"Are you getting frustrated, little darlin’?" Bradley questioned, moving to sit beside her on the bed.

"Yes sir. M-my pussy is so wet, you've been teasing me for so long."

"Have I?" Umber eyes filled with mischief.

"Yes!" She exclaimed. It was true. He'd been working her up for nearly an hour before Bob had even arrived home that evening. She’d been spread open and teased endlessly, both with a vibrator and his fingers. When Bob had gotten home that evening, he'd found her in this state, entirely bare against the bed, pussy glistening in the low light. It was quite the sight to come home to.

It wasn't unheard of, though, to come home to such a sight. He'd walked in on this scene many a time, and he loved it. It sent a thrill through his bloodstream. And when he did happen upon such a thing, he knew what to do by now. Undress and join the both of them. After all, that was What Bradley had instructed him to do.

Bradley was, more often than not, the one in charge. It was how both she and Bob preferred it. The blue-eyed lieutenant enjoyed relinquishing all control, and he relished in being taken care of and pushed around a little. Bradley just so happened to be the best candidate for the job.

When Bob had joined their dynamic, he wasn’t entirely sure how he would fit in. He thought he would feel like he was intruding, or witnessing something he wasn’t supposed to see. But the two had welcomed him with open arms and made him feel so at ease. Somehow, it all just worked, and Bob loved being part of it.

And now here he was, between her legs, all the stressors of the day melting away in the presence of his lovers. He gazed up at her, with her head against Bradley's chest and her desperate eyes pleading with him to stop teasing her. That was it for Bob. He had the power to alleviate her overwhelming desire, and that was just what he did. He dove right in, sucking her clit into his mouth and devouring her like his life depended on it. She gasped, body jolting at the unexpected fervor with which he worked.

"Slow down, Bobby," Bradley drawled, "she's not going anywhere. Just enjoy it, worship that sweet pussy like she deserves."

Bob hummed against her, slowing down only slightly. All the while, Bradley slid his hand up over her stomach, towards her breasts, where he began to circle his fingers over each nipple, only heightening her pleasure.

"How does it feel, little mama?" He asked, breath warm against her skin.

She moaned softly, shifting her hips so she could grind against Bob's mouth. "S-so good."

"Is that all?" He wanted her to use her words.

"I-it feels incredible,” she continued, using more colorful descriptors, “I...fuck, Bobby, your mouth feels so good."

Bob moaned against her, the praise driving him to pleasure her with even more fervor, bringing his fingers into the mix. He slipped his ring and middle fingers into her cunt, easily finding that particular spot inside her that made her toes curl. He matched the rhythm of his fingers with his tongue, trailing it over her clit repeatedly, sending jolt after jolt of delicious pleasure through her body.

She reached down, threading her fingers through his hair. When she tugged at the roots, he groaned from deep within his chest, eyes shifting to burn into her own as she gazed down at him.

"You taste so good," he rasped, pulling away for just a moment, lips and chin glistening with her arousal. His cheeks were pink, both from the exertion, and from arousal. Then, he gazed at Bradley, seeking his permission. "May I make her come?"

But the man beside her shook his head, slipping away from her and rising to stand. He was still clothed - halfway, at least, with sweatpants hanging low on his defined hips, and no shirt in sight which displayed his sculpted torso. He approached Bob, wordlessly pulling him to stand. Bob was nearly the same height as the man before him, but watching their exchange, and the way Bob sort of shrank into a state of utter submission before Bradley, he seemed much smaller.

Bradley tugged Bob closer, kissing him fiercely and tasting her pussy on his mouth. When he pulled away, Bob's eyes were blown with lust, darkened to a stormy blue, and he looked entirely fucked out, despite the fact that this was only just beginning. "I want you to fuck her pretty little pussy," Bradley stated, sliding his hand across Bob's bare chest, and down further still, to take ahold of his already hard cock, at which Bob whimpered and leaned into his touch. "But, I have something for you both, first."

And then he pulled away from Bob, leaving him to grit his teeth as his dick pulsed against the air at the lack of contact. Bradley sauntered across the room, opening the top dresser drawer and retrieving two objects that neither of them could make out before he returned. In his hands were two black blindfolds. He smiled, looking from his sweet girl on the bed, to Bob. "You're going to fuck each other, but you're not going to be able to see during it."

Her stomach fluttered in anticipation. She'd done this before and had found that she quite enjoyed it. Bob, on the other hand, wasn't as crazy about it. Yes, his other senses were heightened without sight, and everything was more intense and pleasurable. But he liked to see what was going on. Nonetheless, he cooperated, because he trusted Bradley.

"On your hands and knees, little darlin’," Bradley instructed, and she obeyed, shifting so she was in position. Then he tied the blindfold in place, taking away her sight entirely. Bob was next, climbing onto the bed behind her and waiting while Bradley oh so carefully removed his glasses and tied the blindfold in place. A comforting hand was pressed against Bob’s back, and the other man’s mouth was against his ear as he said, “you alright?”

“Yes sir,” Bob sighed out.

Bradley stepped back then, though he stayed right near the bed, wanting to be completely involved. Both of them awaited his next instructions, knowing not to act too soon, lest they be reprimanded.

"Go ahead, Bob," he spoke, "slip inside her."

He didn't hesitate to comply. Bob reached down, sliding his fingers between her legs until he found her slick opening. He gently massaged her clit a moment and gathered some of her wetness on his palm to act as lubricant before he began to stroke himself. Then, in one swift movement, he was entering her, stretching her so deliciously, a momentary burn from the feeling coming to life between her thighs.

She gasped, back arching as Bob grunted above her, shuddering at the initial clench of her muscles around him. He gently placed his hands upon her hips, and slowly began moving, rolling his hips slightly at first before he picked up the pace. Her fingers and toes curled at the feeling, and she moaned lowly. It was ridiculous how turned on she was, but she couldn't help it. She was certain she wasn’t going to last long, after being worked up for over an hour. Whether or not Bradley would allow her to come was up for debate though.

The aforementioned watched through hazy eyes at the sight of both his lovers. The way Bob looked, rutting into her, lean muscle flexing beneath milky skin, reddened lips parted to let out soft gasps and grunts. The way she looked, entirely bare, willing to do absolutely anything for both of her boys, back arched and mouth open. He felt his cock throb in the confines of his pants, his arousal growing all the more.

Bradley sauntered over to stand behind Bob, and he began sliding his hand up over his stomach, his chest, and up to his throat, where he gripped tightly. "Look at her, Bob. Look how desperate she is for you, how she'll do anything for you. Go on, fuck her. Make her scream for you," he growled into his ear. He trailed his tongue over Bob's skin, swirling it just beneath his ear as he tightened his grip around his throat even more so. The harshness of his mustahce nipped at his skin, and Bob shuddered at the feeling, a flood of heady arousal blossoming through him.

He obeyed, setting a more intense pace, hips slamming against hers. She cried out, clawing at the bed sheets. "F-fuck, Bobby!" She gasped, eyes rolling back. He was hitting that spot again, bumping repeatedly into the little gathering of nerves within her, which sent her clenching so tightly around him he could hardly move.

"Oh, oh my gosh," Bob lowly moaned, slowing down just a little and shivering at the feeling. "You're gonna make me come too soon."

Bradley had released his throat at that point, but he was still behind him. "That's a shame, Bobby boy, because if you dare come without my say-so, I'll spank this pretty ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week," he lowly uttered, causing Bob to slow his movements only slightly at the threat. "And I know you want to be a good boy for me, don't you?" Deft fingers slid over protruding collarbones, and Bob shuddered.

"Yes sir," he rasped, hands tightening on her hips as he tried to contain himself.

"Good. Now, go ahead. Do just like I told you - make her scream."

Again, Bob sped up, and soon, he was all but slamming into her, jarring her entire body, and all she could do was lay there and take it, mouth hanging open as she moaned and gasped and whimpered, surely a sight to behold.

Bradley rounded the bed, much like a feline sneaking up on its prey. He bent down, smile on his lips, though she couldn't see it. He ran his hand along her shoulder, and suddenly, he was pulling her up by her hair. "Scream, little mama. I want to hear how good he's making you feel."

And at that, Bob offered a particularly sharp thrust, and she did scream, the sound coming from somewhere deep within her. Bradley's smile grew to a Cheshire grin then, satisfied. "There she is, there's my good girl." She thrived on the praise, and he knew it.

She was trembling, and it only grew worse when Bob snaked his hand down between her legs and began stimulating her with his fingers. She couldn't speak. Any words she tried to utter died in her throat, drowned out by the continuous moans that she couldn't seem to hold back.

She was dripping, he could feel it. Slick arousal trailing down his cock and down his inner thighs. The sound of her wetness was entirely audible, and that, mingled with the sounds of their moans, was so incredibly erotic. Her skin was hot and her head was spinning. It was nearly too much, and not enough all at once.

Bob slowed down a little, hips stuttering as she clenched tightly around him again. He almost let go then. He couldn't help it, she was so wonderfully tight and wet and it was all so intense. He moaned, though it came out broken and hoarse, and he began to grind into her, nearly succumbing to that heat of impending orgasm

Bradley was there in the blink of an eye, speaking harshly. "Stop. Don't you dare move."

"Oh!" Bob breathlessly whined, falling forward and letting out a frustrated growl that sounded more like a deep whimper as he buried his face in her neck. "I don't know if I can-"

"You can, and you will. Because you're a good boy, aren't you?"

When Bob didn't answer, Bradley grabbed ahold of his hair, yanking him back and pushing the blindfold back so he could look him in the eye. "Answer me."

"Y-yes sir, I am."

"Well then, act like it." And then he pulled the blindfold back into place.

Bob took a shaky breath before he finally began moving again, thrusting even slower this time, trying to stave off the inevitable. In the meantime, Bradley brought his hand down between her legs after he'd settled back on the bed, and he began languidly circling her swollen clit. She turned her head in his direction, moaning pitifully.

"What is it? Are you close, baby?" Bradley’s tone was taunting.

"Mhm," she whined.

"Too bad."

This went on for several more minutes. He edged them both until they were panting, sweaty, fucked out messes. Until they were entirely sure they couldn't hold on any longer. It was there, she could feel it. Swirling to life deep within her body, a coil just waiting to come unraveled. And Bob wasn't much better off. His dick was pulsing within her, and he was afraid that if he moved again, he'd be done for.

Finally, it was over. Or so they thought. "Alright," Bradley spoke, rising to stand again, "that's enough." And then he was tugging the blindfolds off. He said something in Bob’s ear, which she couldn’t make out, and that prompted him to slip out of her, and her fatigued limbs gave way, causing her to collapse onto the mattress.

Bradley gently grabbed Bob's face, fingers stroking the blushing skin before he ducked forward to kiss him hard. "Rest for a minute, baby," he whispered, before he moved to attend to their girl. Gently, he helped her turn over onto her back, and he smiled down at her. "There you go. Deep breaths, little mama."

She nodded, eyes fluttering shut as she took several deep breaths, calming herself down. He kissed her forehead, and then gave her a few minutes to rest and recollect herself. But that ache was still throbbing between her thighs, and she was so worked up that she was certain she'd come right then and there if he so much as brushed against her bundle of nerves.

Bob settled down beside her, arm slung over her waist as he leaned in to kiss her before letting his head rest upon the softness of her breast. Bradley soon joined them both, keeping his movements slow and gentle. His features had softened, and there was a loving glint in his eyes. As commanding as he was, he still loved them both very much, and took good care of them.

He'd since discarded his sweats, and was now bare against her. She could feel his hardness, and it sparked a new wave of arousal within her. She wanted him inside her. Bradley noticed her demeanor shift, and he smiled as he gazed down at her, watching her squirm.

"What is it, baby?"

"I...I want you to fuck me."

He raised a brow. "Oh really? And where do you want me, hm? In your mouth, or your pussy?" Though he knew the answer, he asked anyway.

"My pussy." She whispered the last word, hiding her face against him at the vulgarity of it.

"A little louder. Where do you want me?" He pressed, and she sighed, pulling back to respond.

"My pussy!"

"Alright then," he simply said, already moving to kneel against the mattress. He got her situated on her back, making sure her head was comfortable against the pillows. He looked at Bob as he spoke again. "You're going to take Bob in your mouth while I'm inside you. Look at him, little darlin’. Look how hard he is.” She did, her eyes falling upon his twitching cock. “I want you to make him come down that pretty throat of yours. If you're a good girl and do that for me, then I'll fill you right up with my own cum," he promised. And he always made good on his promises.

She let out a breath as he spread her apart, revealing her aching, soaked center. With a hum, he trailed his fingers over her swollen lips. "Shit, Bob, you really did a number on her," he spoke. "Bet it won't take long at all for her to fall apart."

He shoved a couple fingers inside her before he finally thrust his dick inside, allowing her wet warmth to swallow him to the hilt. He hissed softly while she squealed, only to be silenced by Bob's cock sliding into her mouth. She moaned around it, welcoming the intrusion.

Between her thighs, Bradley was taking his sweet time, pulling her legs around his waist, making sure he was filling her completely. Then, he began moving. Slow, deliberate thrusts that had her eyes rolling back, moans muffled around Bob.

The aforementioned began thrusting into her mouth, matching the rhythm that Bradley had started. It was so incredibly overwhelming, and she couldn't do anything else but take what they gave her. Through hooded eyes, she watched as Bradley reached forward, grabbing Bob by the back of the neck and pulling him closer, close enough to bring their lips together, kissing him with fervor.

Bob moaned into his mouth, momentarily stilling his hips as he relished in the feeling of his lover's kiss. In the meantime, she reached a trembling hand up, taking hold of Bob's balls, at which he whimpered pitifully against Bradley's mouth.

Bradley pulled back with a grin. "You're not going to last, are you?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"No sir," Bob gritted out, deciding to try his luck again as he began to beg, "please...please let me come."

Bradley smiled again, smug and vaguely wicked. "Not yet," he whispered, eyeing Bob's flushed face, eyes blown, hair mussed, lips swollen. He was a sight to behold, and Bradley was reveling in the control he had over him. Seeing Bob so...undone sent a thrill through his bones.

Bob let out a moan of frustration, pulling back a little. He grabbed her hand, pausing her ministrations. "You keep doing that, I’ll come," he feebly insisted. Then, in a more biting tone, "since Bradley won't let me fucking come."

It was rare that Bob swore, but when he did, there was meaning behind it. This time, the comment earned him a warning tap on his flushed cheek. "Watch your mouth," Bradley gnarled, brown eyes aflame.

Beneath them, she pulled her mouth away from Bob for a moment to catch her breath. Her hand wrapped around his shaft in place of her mouth, lazily stroking him as she struggled to keep her composure. Bradley changed his pace, speeding up a little.

He smiled down at her exhausted form. A genuine, reassuring smile. "You're being such a good little girl for me," he praised, ducking down to kiss her lips, which tasted of Bob. And then, his fingers were at her clit again, and she whimpered against his mouth.

Then he straightened, allowing Bob to slip back into her mouth. She was worked to her breaking point, and then brought back all over again. She throbbed and clenched around him, and could hardly focus on pleasuring Bob. She pulled back, squeezing her eyes shut as she willed yourself not to tip over that edge just yet. She had to wait for permission.

Bradley, too, could feel the molten heat of that impending release begin to pool within him. He got off on controlling her and Bob, and the thrill of doing so brought him closer and closer by the minute. Again, he yanked Bob close, offering a bruising kiss and moaning into his mouth. "Go ahead," he gasped, "come for me." And then he bit down on Bob's bottom lip, hard enough to bruise.

A shudder ran through Bob's very core, and he lowly moaned, "I'm...I'm coming."

Moments later, he was thrusting into her mouth one last time, dick pulsing as his release spilled down her throat. Despite her exhaustion, you swallowed every last drop, knowing this meant that she, too, was going to be allowed a release.

Slowly, Bob pulled out of her mouth, still catching his breath, chest heaving as he fought to do so. Bradley took over, frame hulking over her, fingers moving in rough, quick strokes. Her back was arching off the bed, and she looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to ask permission, but all that came out were pitiful squeaks. Bradley waited until he was nearly there before he spoke the words she'd been waiting for. "Come for me, little mama."

And she did. With a cry, she succumbed to that wave of insurmountable pleasure, her entire body trembling beneath him, hips bucking against his. It seared through her with such ferocity, and Bradley growled at the feeling of her soaking him with the very essence of her orgasm.

Slowly but surely, she came down from the intensity, falling still against the mattress as she struggled to regain her composure. Bradley didn't let up. He continued to work her over until she was begging him to stop, clawing for something, anything, to hold onto as her body was overstimulated. She found Bob's hand then, and she clutched onto it. He watched her, the way she writhed and shuddered, and he watched Bradley, the way he so sensually thrust into her, cock disappearing into that hot, wet heat each time.

And then, he let go, head thrown back in ecstasy as his orgasm flooded his senses. He was so beautiful this way, succumbing to the raw pleasure. He looked...angelic.

She took in the feeling of his cum seeping into her very core, a feeling she'd never tire of. Soon, he fell forward onto her, though he made sure to hold most of his weight with his arms so he wasn't crushing her. He praised her endlessly, and finally pulled out of her. Then he spread her legs, eyes falling to the mess he’d made of her pussy.

"Come watch, Bobby,” he encouraged the other man, and he let his gaze fall where Bradley’s was, a blush creeping to his cheeks. Then, Bradley said, “Push my cum out, little darlin’," and she obeyed, shuddering at the feeling of that warmth dripping out of her.

With a soft smile, he came down to kiss her. "Good girl." He made certain to praise Bob as well, as he always did, giving equal love, care, and attention to both of his darlings.

He reached up to brush his fingers over Bob's cheek. "Let's get you both cleaned up, okay?"

And so it began. Bradley took the time to clean them up, gently and deliberately. He lifted a spent Bob into his arms and carried him to the bathroom, where he gently encouraged him to wait while he went to gather their girl. Soon, Bradley came in with her, and the three of them took a long, hot shower. She was so sleepy by the time it was all said and done that she hardly noticed him drying both her and Bob with soft towels. Bradley even took the time to help them into comfortable clothes, attentive to their every need.

By the time it was said and done, both she and Bob were floating, soft and warm and content as Bradley helped them both into bed. The three of them settled in for the night, wrapped around one another.

She drifted off to the feeling of Bob's arms around her, a whisper of a kiss lingering on her shoulder as he settled against her, and the feeling of Bradley's strong chest pressed against her back, face nuzzled against her neck. Safe, serene, and loved beyond measure.

@halfway-happyyy @natasharomanoffisbaebby @oliviabelova @robertbobfloydlover @supernaturaldawning @marrianena @mys2425 @n3ssm0nique @ice-mans-world @lovemesomevesey @straightforwardly @mochi-de-bisou @christinafaucher @emmmaturtle @fantasias-creativebubble @worldmadeofmemories @tarohemianrocketmanapsody @m0chac0ffee @not-leaprvt @i-simp-much @soaharleys @colorfultyrantearthquake @obxsuperfan07 @juniebugg @marchingicenotes7 @airedale17 @jamiedontbeacracko @monosjoons @dilfsandtherapy @getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth @unluckymonaghan @utterly-in-like @chxosunbound @thesewordsareallihavetogive @unordinare @currentlybradshaw @elevens-strangerthing @the-hottest-lieutenants @glodessa @roostersmustache

#bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd smut #rooster bradshaw x reader

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thehopelessromanticclub · 8 months

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A DATE IN THE ER?

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre : fluff, established relationship, domestic au

Word count : 1.3k

Summary : You have a date at the roller skating park with him teaching you how to skate. But what wasn’t the part of the plan was, you ending up in the ER

Author’s note : I actually got the inspiration to write this from a prompt from @love-me-a-good-prompt. Pls do check out their account. They have grt writing prompts.

Y/N’s POV

”Do you wanna go roller skate?” As badly as I wanted to say YES, I couldn’t. Why? Because I don’t know how to roller skate. As simple as that. I always wanted to learn how to roller skate. But I never really had the chance to actually go and learn. Or maybe I did. Except for the part where I spent the entire lesson just sitting in the corner because I was afraid of falling. I know, I know life is all about falling and getting up. But A PAIN IN THE BUTT!!! that too for a week!? Nah!!! Not a huge fan. It was like that one Buy 1 Get 1 Free offer that no one ever wanted to avail.

But guess what did I say….

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Well, what else do you expect me to do when he’s asking me with those lethal puppy eyes. They have the power to melt the coldest heart, let alone me.

so here I was, on my way to skating rink with a human-in-a-bunny-form boyfriend beside me hopping on his two hind legs unable to contain his excitement, narrating all those scenarios where, if I happened to fall, he’ll come to my rescue, and how we can stare at each other and fall in love all over again. As romantic as that sounds, I couldn’t beat the fear in my heart of falling and embarrassing myself in front of him. Author’s POV “Jungkook-ah, do we really have to do this?” You begged tugging on his oversized denim jacket. “Is something wrong?” He diverted all his attention towards you.

“I think I’m having a heart attack!” You stated clutching the right side of your chest adamant on gaining his sympathy and getting out of this place.

“As far as I remember my anatomy class, heart is towards the left side of the chest, and yes, we are doing roller skating.” He said placing your hand on the left side of your chest earning a glare from you. He is one stubborn boss baby. Once he has his mind set to something, he’s gonna do it no matter what.

“Come, let me help you with your laces. I don’t want you falling. I mean I don’t mind you falling for me tho.” He winks at you with a flirty smile lingering on his lips earning an eye roll from you. This boy, he never missed the opportunity to flirt with you. You almost believed that he has dual personality. At times he is all shy and red, and sometimes he is so cocky that he makes you a blushing mess. But that’s why you fell for him in the first place.

He was a mess. A chaotic mess. A happy mess. An emotional mess. A beautiful mess. That’s one thing you knew for sure.

“Come let’s go to the skating rink while there’s still less people.” He guides you to the skating rink hand in hand. Another thing you loved about him. He always made sure you were cared for and loved for. His hand never left yours. They always somehow made their way towards each other. Gravitating towards each other. Happily and married.

Time skip

“Y/N, can you stop sticking your butt out?”

“Fine, I’m trying okay?

It’s not like I was born a pro at it.”

“I know, but you look like a new born who’s learning how to walk.” He giggled trying his best to hold his laughter as he has been doing for the past 20 mins. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Okay, now let’s try roller skating without holding hands.” He stated, having enough confidence in your skills.

“No no no, don’t let go of my hands kookie.”

“I won’t. Ever. But trust me in this, okay?” He uttered giving your hands a squeeze before letting them go.

“Slow and steady. Each stride at a time. Okay?” He instructed watching each and every one of your step closely.

“I think I’ve got it…” you say, a victory smile making its way onto your face. Proud of what you’ve accomplished. Not a huge feat of course, but for you it was. You almost gave up on the whole idea of learning roller skating. Little did you know, all you had to do was ask your boyfriend out on a roller skating date!

“See, that’s my girl.”

your confidence grew in each stride you took, until it turned into overconfidence and next thing you know is reaching your hand out to grab Jungkook’s but they never met. Like that one forbidden love story, where the couple are destined to be together but their fates had a different say.

The last thing you remember is hitting your head on the railing and a worried Jungkook asking you to wake up.

You wanted to wake up, but your eyelids seemed to have a mind of their own. They felt so heavy. You wanted to sleep so bad. Just 1 min of sleep. Time skip

you struggle to open your eyes, due to the harsh lighting’s hitting on your face. And the throbbing sensation on your forehead wasn’t helping at all. And the smell of disinfectants tingling your sensory receptors was the cherry on top.

As soon as you open your eyes, you see white ceilings, white lights…everything’s white and a face. Jungkook’s face.

“Am I in heaven? Even the angels look like Jungkook.” Confusion was all around your face

“Hey Y/N!!! Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you recognise me?” He bombards you with questions one after another.

“Jungkook? Am I in a hospital?”

“Yes, baby. Omg I was so worried.” He says slumping down on a chair, tears rolling out of his eyes one after another.

“Hey Kookie, it’s fine. Look at me, I’m totally fine, well of course except the bump on my forehead.”

“No you’re not. I’m such a terrible boyfriend. You told me not to take you to the rink in the first place and I still did. If only had I listened to you, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“No, come here.” You give him a hug.

“Look, I know at first I was hesitant to go there, guess what thanks to you I finally learned at least how to stride in wheels right? Something that I never could’ve achieved my whole life on my own. But thanks to my boyfriend, I did it. Even if I had the chance to start over this day all over again, I would still go down the same path. That’s for sure.”

“Really?” He finally looks up, his face all flushed due to sobbing.

“And not everyone gets to spend a date in the ER you know. That’s definitely something worth telling our children.” He blushes at the mention of your future together.

“Do you have any idea how worried i was when you hit your head. What if you forgot about me like they show in movies. Just the thought itself is terrifying.”

“Dumbo, it wasn’t that big of a fall. And even if by the slightest chance, I end up forgetting you, I’m sure I’ll fall in love with you again. For every lifetime.”

“Is this the part where we kiss?”

“I guess, it is.”

Just as you were about to lean in and kiss, you were interrupted by a resident on your case.

“Ms. Y/N, we are getting your discharge papers ready. I’ll prescribe you some pain meds and as for the bump on your forehead from the trauma, it will resolve on its own.”

“Thank you doc.” You both say to the resident.

“And yeah, one more thing, I would be really obliged if you love birds, could respect us singles here.” With that he left, leaving you and Jungkook foolishly laughing at how the entire date turned out.

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neptunes-sol-angel · 2 years

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•°♤°~Words From the Dark Divine Feminine •°♤°~

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ANNOUNCEMENT

Before I begin this, I just wanted to apologize for the sudden disappearance. Abruptly, I had a tower moment that I needed to take care of, not only was I not in the right mind space to continue posting content, but I literally can’t channel anything for the collective when I am in a low state because nothing will come through except messages that are specifically for me. I had so much anxiety over whether to come back or not because I was stuck with this job, I had absolutely no time for both that and this account and it completely tipped the scale in my work life balance. Not only that, but I went through so many different emotions over how my life was that I just knew that if I ever decided to come back, to do this reading. This felt right, and I’m so proud of this because I was stuck on this for months because I was trying to provide guidance to the collective on lessons that I haven’t even learned from. I had to go through the trials and error, solitude, and the patience to figure out how to turn the light on during a time that just felt too dark. Thank you to all of you that didn’t take it personally and are still here today.

This is a pick a card reading dedicated to speaking about our most taboo of feelings, dark feminine energy isn’t tied to any gender, it’s a part of all of us. Pick the picture(s) that you're drawn to the most, then scroll down for its corresponding message.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ These messages are heavy and dark. Specifically speaking, they have mentions of suicidal thoughts and other triggering stuff.

♤Pile I♤

~ Lilith's Jukebox ~

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Soko - Time Waits for No One

Sharon Clark - I’m Not Afraid of Love

Hiatus Kaiyote - The Lung

Letter - “Why am I so trustworthy? At every opportunity, these people take my heart for granted, and it’s starting to harden to stone. My desire to live in this loveless world is withering away, like ice cream that melts under the sun. It feels destined to perish. Was I made weak? What’s wrong with me? Is my love too much? Did I not love them enough? Please. I’m begging. What can I do to fix me!? God! I hate my femininity so much! I can’t take this pain anymore, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it go away. There’s no need for them to tug at my heart anymore. I’ll rip it out myself and claw at it piece by piece until it is nothing. Anything. Anything to make this curse of emptiness go away”.

Message: Pile one, I hear you. And I’m so proud of you for making space for your discontent for the painful experiences that left you feeling shattered. The only things that are wrong here, is how you were treated. You were never the problem in the first place. Moreover, you are so wrong about yourself, there is no need to be strong when that is already what you are. You are an extremely powerful visionary, and how do I know this? Because you’re right about the world. It’s lacking so much love right now, but with extraordinary eyes like yours, you knew exactly who needed your love at the time. Strength requires courage, and you were brave enough to not only trust others, but trust yourself to give your love, and it doesn’t make you weak, it makes you fierce. People respond with hate to what they fear or don’t understand, so in a loveless world plagued by chains of cruelty that humanity imposes on one another, it’s hard to break out of that when met with a divine gift like yours pile 1. I know it feels like anguish, loss, and that you’re battered and bruised, but instead of you turning into those that hurt you, you stayed true to who you are, and that takes strength, Remember that you hold the power and that people are going to be attracted to the kind of abundance that you have, but once they show themselves as unworthy, reclaim your power back. Love what you have and yourself because loving them wasn’t a loss for you, them not knowing what they had is a loss for them.

♤Pile II♤

~ Lilith's Jukebox ~

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Lil Nas X - Sun Goes Down

Kari Faux - Chattin Shit

Doechii - Persuasive

Angel Haze - Battle Cry

Letter: “I can feel their stares. Hear their whispers. These people do not respect me. It’s like my past follows me wherever I go. Like it takes the form of a mask that never detaches. Internally, that’s how I feel. When other people take one look at this mask, they only see a distorted statement. But not my truth. They get a picture of what I used to be, but never why. Who cares. As much as I’m not accepted by them, I, however, have accepted them. Shallow and judgmental. I’ve learned at a young age, to just let people talk.

The only person that grimly haunts me, is the one that glares back at me when I look into the mirror. I loathe the feeling of self hatred and disgust. The weakness that I feel over the stoic and stern gaze that people fear, used on me. The grotesque repetition of my noises saying that I’m used up. Spoiled goods. Nothing worth offering. Do I deserve a happy ending? My noise, with hopelessness, solemnly replies ‘no’. Do happily ever afters even exist? Emerging from the dark, a cadaverous finger waves back and forth ‘not quite’.

Then what is the point of living?

To my younger self, who was just a child, I’m sorry that I failed you”.

Message: Pile two, I hear you, and I’m so proud of you for making space for your fear of uncertainty. Immediately, I’m hearing rebuttals from your inner child, furiously shouting ‘NO! don’t you dare give up on us!’. They’re saying you haven’t failed them, but if you decide to throw away your life because you don’t believe that you’re capable and deserving of your blessings, then that’s when you failed them. Stop letting your past provoke you into self-defeatist mindset. Quiet the noise, because it’s not real and the past is no longer here. However, your inner child still is and they feel hurt because the shadow that is haunting you now, was their reality. They’re urging you to know that you can be strong for them because the strength it took for the little version of you to survive all of the wounds and trauma to be the person of today reading this right now, still lies within. Like a movie, why would you turn it off before it even ends? You have so much to life for, they know this, and they want you to keep going because happily ever afters do exist, and reaching it is not only just about you. It’s about alchemezing, turning your life around regardless of your mistakes and the wrong committed against you. To create your own justice for all parts of yourself, especially your inner child.

You are not broken. You are not disgusting. And you are not “used up”. Our bodies are just a shell. It is your soul that matters and it is strong. In your spread, there’s an oracle card with a starfish, liken yourself to the animal when it comes to your losses. It regenerates and it is self-sufficient. I’m getting that you may have had a mother that was absent in your life, and it doesn’t have to mean physically. Water down the bully inside you by reparenting yourself and becoming the nurturer that you’ve always needed.

Tough times are temporary, but are dreadful to experience, but to keep it from overpowering you, remember that it is never you that you should be fighting.

♤Pile III♤

~ Lilith's Jukebox ~

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Marina and the Diamonds - Primadonna Girl

Willow Smith - Pretty Girlz

SZA - Supermodel

Molly Burch - Needy

Letter: “I stare at the mirror for hours. Trying to find the beauty in my face and body, only to problems that were not there before, then to spend more hours, analyzing how to fix my physical appearance.

With the majority of my 24 hours gone, I use the remainder on lifelessly scrolling down a screen of pretty faces, in acute synchronicity with the tear rolling down my cheek, wondering, ‘how can I be prettier?’.

I compare myself to their lovers. What part(s) of them made you choose them over me? Is it bigger that’s better? Or is it smaller? Is it long? Is it short? Is it lighter? Is it darker? Is it short? Or is it taller? Is it sharper? Or is it rounder? Is it softer? Or is it more defined? Is it it more? Or is it less?

Tell me. What can I do to fix it? I just want everyone to love me”.

Message: Pile three, I hear you, and I’m so proud of you for making space for your body dysmorphia. I wish that you could see how much of a stunningly ravish person that you are.

Beauty is like a succulent. You could be a cactus or aloe vera plant. Very prickly, not so prickly, colorful, monochrome, big, small, you might or might not have flowers. Whether it is water, or aloe, maybe neither, the point is that it’s what it’s inside that matters. Yes, beauty can be physical, but true beauty is within. Self love, like any other love “liberates” like Maya Angelou once said. From conventional to unconventional, accepting and embracing what you have and knowing that regardless of what others say, is still in fact beautiful, is what’s going to set you free from this mirage, because what you have going on inside isn’t going to be conditional. It isn’t going to be based off of what your surroundings say, it isn’t going to be phased by rejection, it isn’t going to be a trend that comes and goes, it isn’t submissive or dominant, it isn’t “activated” by changing yourself or going under the knife, it doesn’t change depending on the person next to you, it doesn’t need to be validated by anyone else.

It’s timeless. It’s one of a kind. It’s pure. Baby, you are so beautiful just the way you are.

♤Pile IV♤

~ Lilith's Jukebox ~

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Alex Serra - Outter Space

Pharell - Happy

Marina and the Diamonds - Satisfied

Marina and the Diamonds - Hermit the Frog

Marina and the Diamonds - I am not a Robot

Letter: “For so long, I’ve kept this clean image. Molding myself into something I’m not. Replacing the lego pieces that make me, with a formula calculated for perfection, in exchange for success. I did everything right...so what is this?

I’m malfunctioning trying to decipher if there was an error made somewhere, but I get nothing. I’m stuck. What is this? What is this? What is this? I’m wailing out in confusion ‘WHAT IS THIS???’...Am I going insane?

Why did I sacrifice so much, just to get these results? I wasn’t supposed to get this outcome...If this is one big failure, then who did I really make these choices for?”

Message: Pile four, I hear you, and I am so proud of you for making space for your existential crisis. The answer to your questions is stop saying no to yourself and to start saying no to them.

This path was never for you, but with all of that pressure pressed against you to create a life for others to live vicariously through is difficult to avoid, but your life isn’t over, this “big failure” is your chance to start a new beginning. Start saying yes to your own happiness, say yes to your sanity. Cut the puppet strings, and be free in your own truth, doing what you love and loving what you do.

Release those emotions that you were conditioned to not feel, and relish in what makes you the most passionate, unapologetically. Life isn’t meant for us to work 24/7 to reach an ideal image of success, in fact, many have died trying to by neglecting the same heart that was begging them to stop, because there’s so much more than working a monotonous routine that isn’t even for you. There’s no logic in being care free, stop taking your true self for granted and just flow with whatever will make your heart sing.

#pac #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarot #tarot readings #psychic #psychic readings #intuitive #intuitive readings #divination #spirituality #occult

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Failing to push him away - Cyno

Gender neutral reader, second part of this. Does still mention the same topics as the first part, but by the title I’m sure you can tell this doesn’t work with Cyno.

You opted not to work anywhere, simply living as a hermit. You had pushed enough people away that you convinced yourself that nobody would come looking for you, and you were no longer going to be a burden on the people who you cherished. You survived off the food in the wilderness, courtesy of the courses Tighnari gifted you back when you weren’t struggling with your mental health as much.

But your activity was deemed suspicious by the General Mahamatra. Truth be told, Cyno was beginning to sense that there was meaning behind the lies you told. Many people, even before Tighnari, didn’t want to be around you given your reputation of making up lies that you calculated to eventually backfire. Cyno had plenty of experience when it comes to people lying, and he hadn’t found anything to pin you to a crime.

So, he starts to conveniently come across you during a walk, inviting you to a game. You reluctantly agree, knowing Cyno likely was bored and needed something to do. After the game, he left, and you thought that would be the last time you saw him.

However, you were proven wrong. Cyno showed up quite often, always inviting you to a game. Over time, you started to indulge in conversation, listening to his jokes and reacting to them as appropriate. You knew it wouldn’t be long until your mental health took a dip again, the loneliness not helping, so you wanted to enjoy your limited time with Cyno.

Since nobody else walked along to talk to you, you decide to lie directly to Cyno about hating him. You figured he would just nod and walk away, no pushback, and leave you as he rants to Tighnari about how horrible of a person you were.

Yet, Cyno knew much better than you did. He figured out why you lied to people after Tighnari spoke about how you lied about him. It was clear to him that you were trying to make a poor image of yourself, and from your first interaction it was obvious to Cyno your self esteem was rather low.

“Do you wonder why you can’t get anyone else to play another stupid game with you?” You spit out, Cyno not flinching nor showing any reaction to your comment. “You’re boring, that’s why.” You try to jab at Cyno, Cyno not reacting at all. “Are you listening to me, or are you zoning out to not hear the truth?”

“No. I am ‘zoning out’ because I know you’re lying to me.” Cyno calmly explains, your form sitting upright as you try to rack your brain for ideas. “Isn’t it lonely to push people away with lies that tarnish your reputation?”

“Isn’t it lonely to...to...” you trail off, trying to think of something horrible to say to push Cyno away. “To be...”

“Stop.” Cyno continues to talk. “You’re normally lovely to be around. I know your mental health contributes strongly to your negative actions. You need help, and I want to help you.”

“Why? I’m an anchor on everyone I’ve ever interacted with.” You croak out, tears starting to fall. “You have more important things to do as the General Mahamatra.”

“I hardly think saving you from yourself is not worth my time.” Cyno refutes.

“Well, I can’t take back any of my lies. It’s not like any of the people I care for will give me a chance to redeem myself.” You explain quietly.

“If you trust me, I’m sure I can explain the situation to Tighnari.” Cyno offers.

“There’s no way he’ll understand it.” You refute, Cyno shaking his head lightly.

“Tighnari is open minded. I’m sure with the evidence from articles I discovered over the years, he will come to the same conclusion I have.” Cyno states. “Now, let me take you to a doctor. They can discuss treatment plans with you.”

#cyno x reader #cyno x gender neutral reader #cyno #gender neutral reader #tighnari #depressive episode #angst

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tightjeansjavi · 11 months

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Endings Create New Beginnings

Burning in a Hopeless Dream | The Prologue: Part 1

(Joel Miller x f!reader)

A/N: I’m actually amazed with myself for writing this as fast as I did. I wrote this as a reader, but this is the prologue for “Burning in a Hopeless Dream” so this is Joel x Gwen but 100% can be read as a reader as well. These two have truly been living in my head rent free all week. I’m so happy I finally have written a prologue for this story that means so much to me. I’ve hinted at Joel, Tess, and Gwen’s initial meeting, but never truly dived into it till now. I also stated this a couple posts back, but Gwen is canonically bisexual.

Happy reading ♡

~word count: 3.0k~

Summary: after losing your lover, and friends of 5 years, you find yourself running straight into Joel Miller, and his partner, Tess Servopoulos. You don’t know it then, but your life is about to drastically change forever.

Warnings: canon typical violence (briefly described but still graphic) death of reader’s lover and friends, mentions of raiders, lots of internal thoughts, angst, trauma, grief, fear, reader throws a knife at Joel’s face, Tess wants to kill the reader (for obvious reasons) Joel uses a fear tactic to get the reader to trust him, Joel is a little mean, Joel empathizes with the reader but also finds her to be useful, Tess isn’t too happy about it, dark themes, no use of y/n no descriptions of the reader (+18) minors dni!

October, 2017 : 14 years after outbreak day

~Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel? ~

You still remember the sound of howling wind whistling against your ears. Rain coming down in torrential downpour. Your vision blurred through the sheet of rain, and salty tears. Blood was pounding in your ears. Heart racing in the cavern of your ribcage. Fear. Fear lingered in every corner. Every crevice. Fear was constant. Fear of the unknown. Fear of tomorrow. Fear of losing the ones you loved most. Killing your parents was hard enough as it was. Their screams, their snarls, still haunt your dreams. The dead look in their cold eyes, glassed over. You still remember the sob you let out when it was all over. Surrounded in a pool of your dead parent’s blood. Crimson, flowing like a river. I’m so sorry. You remember whispering through the thick, neverending silence. Why couldn’t they just tell you that they were infected? Why did they hide it from you? You had no choice. It was you, or them. Survive. Survive. Survive.

Run like hell. Run. Run. Run.

So you did just that. You fucking ran. Far. Far. Far from what had been your home for nearly a decade. You had nothing but a worn backpack on your shoulder, and your knife. The handle was carved with your initials. You had no plan. No strategy. Nothing but the thought of survival in your mind. There was no time to mourn the loss of your parents. No time could be wasted.

You ran and never looked back.

A band of misfits is what you called yourselves. Lost souls. Grief stricken by the cordyceps. 5 friends. 5 human beings that deserved so much more than the world had given them. Five children, forced to grow up. Forced to survive. You were all family. Bonded over your own losses. 5 survivors, 2 unbeknownst lovers.

5 years of friendship. 5 years of love. All ripped away from you one cold, rainy, October morning.

You never experienced love like this, till you met her. It was just a crush, at first. Stolen glances, hidden smiles. Fingers brushing, eye contact, soft breaths. Skin set aflame. You’d do anything to keep her safe. Even if it meant risking your own life, for the sake of her own. How would you feel if you knew that trying to keep her safe would be in vain. Hours before your life as you knew it would drastically change, you were out patrolling with your lover. It happened all so fast. The clicker charged, knocking you to the frost covered grass. Your ears were ringing, pain shot up your spine, wind knocked from your lungs. Your knife was out of your grasp as you screamed. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.

You waited for the inevitable moment for your life to end. It never came. Your lover ripped the clicker from your fallen body, screaming as she tackled the creature to the forest floor. Her own knife buried deep in the jugular. Blood spurting across her face. It happened in a blink of an eye. She was bit. She was bit as the clock ticked. Tick tick tick. She was bit, but reassured you she wasn’t as she offered you her hand, pulling you up gently.

“Are you bit?” You frantically asked her. You hugged her so tightly. The fear of losing her was becoming all too real.

“I’m not bit baby. I promise. I’m not bit.” She lied. Kissing you softly, holding your face gently in her palms. Thumbs lightly brushing your cheekbones, eyes fluttering shut.

You believed her.

The raiders were closing in fast. 20 men. 20 violent men. 20 men with only one thing on their minds. Kill. Kill. Kill. Cordyceps weren’t the only thing to fear in this post apocalyptic world. The biggest fear of them all was man. You were outnumbered with a slim to none chance of surviving. Little weapons, and no plan. No escape, and death on the horizon. You felt like you had let them down. Your friends. You let them down. You let her down.

“Listen to me. You fucking run. You run like hell. Do you hear me? You run, and you don’t look back.” She was holding you by the shoulders, fingers trembling, hands shaking. Her time was running out and you had no fucking clue.

“What? No! NO! I’m not leaving you. I’m not fucking leaving you! I’m not leaving them!” You yelled through the howling wind, using the thick evergreens as cover. You could hear shouting in the distance, gunshots. Screams.

Her fingers tightened their hold around your shoulders. Tears blurred her vision as you quickly began to brush them away. She was studying your face in those last moments together. She wanted to remember every detail of your face. Every last detail. “We’re outnumbered! If you don’t go now, you’ll die! You protected us for this long. You did so well baby. So fucking well. Now, you go before it’s too late!”

“Come with me. Please. Please come with me. I’ll keep you safe. I promised you I'd keep you safe!” Your own tears were blurring your vision. Your fingers trembled along her cheekbones, forehead pressed against hers.

“I’ll only slow you down. I’ll only become a burden. You’ll die if I come with you. I have to give you the best fucking chance you got. I’ll distract them. I’ll keep you safe. You have to let me go. You have to survive, okay?” She wanted to tell you. It was on the tip of her tongue. I'm bit. I’m dead regardless. Bullet to the skull, or torn apart. I’m long fucking gone. She wanted to tell you. She kissed you instead. Crushing her lips against your own. Tasting the mix of your salty tears on her tongue. You held each other close as the wind howled, and the rain pelted down around you.

Her lips soon detached from your own, pushing you away. It sent daggers through your chest as her hands roughly shoved you from her. You were shattered.

“GO! GO NOW! RUN! FUCKING RUN!” She screamed as you scrambled to your feet, boots sloshing in the muddy earth.

She pushed you further, and further away. You took one last look at your first love. One last look, one last goodbye, before you turned on your heel and ran like hell.

Your heart screamed at you to turn back around as you heard her blood curdling scream pierce through the storm. Your feet only carried you faster as the wind whipped through your ears. Bullets whizzed past your head, chipping away at bark along the trees.

Run. Run. Run.

Your lungs were on fire, adrenaline pumping through your veins, blood pounding in your ears. Your muscles were strained, screaming at you to stop. The shouts became distant till they were no longer detectable. You kept running. You didn’t stop. You kept going until you stumbled upon two strangers that would change your life forever.

You didn’t think twice as you threw your knife at the man's face. The blade whizzed through the pounding rain and fierce wind. Your blade struck home. Slicing through the man's brow. The skin was thin, delicate, and easy to cut. He barely registered the knife whizzing past his face. He felt his blood trickling down his brow, and weathered cheek. It happened in a blink of an eye.

I’ll fucking kill you! You remember the woman beside him screaming through the harsh wind. Her gun cocked in your direction. You had no weapon. No plan. No escape. You waited for the moment a bullet would strike through you. You waited for the echoing gunshot. You just hoped death would be quick. You didn’t want to suffer. Please don’t let me suffer.

The bullet never came.

“Are you crazy Joel?! She just tried to fucking kill you, and you want me to spare her?! She threw a knife at your face for fuck sakes!” The woman yelled at him as he demanded her to lower her gun.

“Lower your gun, Tess. Lower your fuckin’ gun!” The man yelled.

Good. They were distracted. Now was your chance to escape. Now was your chance to run till your legs would inevitably give out.

Joel pushed his partner firmly back with his arm. His eyes were locked on hers, brows furrowed. His attention turned to you. He wasn’t sure why his smidge of humanity decided to show up now. Why didn’t he let Tess kill you? You tried to kill him. It would only be fair if she stuck a bullet between your eyes. You looked like you had been through hell. Alone, frightened, and all the more lethal. Determined to survive, no matter what it takes.

You took a few timid steps back. Your eyes were brimmed with fear. This man was going to kill you, you were absolutely certain of it. This was it. You weren’t going to be able to escape. You could try and overpower him, sure. Who were you kidding? This man could snap you like a fucking twig if he wanted.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you.” You heard him say. His arms were held up, showing you that he didn't have any weapons. Showing you that he wasn’t an immediate threat.

You scrambled back when he got too close. Slipping in the muddy grass as you fell to the forest floor. You quickly pushed yourself along your elbows, using the adrenaline you had left to try and escape.

“Hey, listen to me. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Even if I was, you wouldn’t be makin’ it out of here in one piece.” His southern drawl was deep, and his cinnamon brown eyes were warm. You expected them to hold a cold stare on your trembling form. Instead, they held pity? Sorrow? Empathy?

You let out a scream when his boot pressed down on your ankle firmly. He didn’t do it to hurt you. He did it to try and ground you.To stop you from making a fruitless attempt to scramble away. It made you feel like a cornered animal. He thought you had some serious guts to throw a knife at his face like that.

“Get away from me! Get away!” You seethed through your teeth as you tried to free your ankle from under his heavy boot.

“Stop tryin’ to fuckin’ fight me and I won’t kill you, girl. You ain’t got any weapons. Nowhere to run. You won’t make it very far.” The man crouched down to your level, lowering himself on one knee while his boot stayed heavily planted over your ankle.

“Fucking kill me then! Get it over with. You’d be doing me a huge fucking favor if you did.” You let out a choked laugh that sounded more like a strained sob.

“Are you bit? Hurt anywhere? What the hell were you runnin’ like hell from?” The man asked as his eyes locked on yours, brow raised.

“I’m not fucking bit.” You hissed. “Men. I was running from fucking men. A group of raiders. 20 strong, and heavily armed.” Your breath was shaky as your eyes stayed locked on his. Blood was still trickling down from the fresh cut along his brow. The man didn’t seem to care about the open wound. He held the least bit of concern for the blood dripping down his face.

“Raiders? Were you in a group? How many?” He was offering you his hand to take. You refused. You didn’t want his help.

“Five, including myself. They’re all dead.” You deadpanned.

“Lone survivor, huh? Gotta say, you have one hell of an aim darlin.’ You wanna live another day? Take my fuckin’ hand. I’m only gonna offer it once.” The man sternly spoke as he held his outstretched hand to you.

You wearily looked over his shoulder at the woman, who you assumed was his partner. She looked furious. You met his gaze once more. “She wants me dead.” You stated the painful obvious.

“She does.” The man said with a slight nod of confirmation.

“Why won’t you let her just kill me?” It was a fair question to ask.

“Cus’ anyone that’s got the fuckin’ balls to throw a knife at someone’s face like that, deserves to live another day. You didn’t even hesitate. Feel like it would be a waste to let someone with that kinda grit die. I suggest you take my hand. Those raiders are still probably out there, and they’ll do far worse than just kill ya. Trust me, I used to be one. So was she.” He gestured to Tess who was standing close by. “You think they’ll kill you fast? Oh, no. They’ll torture ya first. You’re a pretty thing too, so then they’ll have their way with you. They’ll be rough, unforgiving, and you’ll be on deaths fuckin’ doorstep by the time they’re finished with you. You’ll be beggin’ them to kill you, and they won’t. You’ll suffer if they get a hold of ya. Her and I? We’re not good people. We’ve done bad things, but I ain’t ever put my hands on a woman. I ain’t like them. If you still choose to die, I'll make it quick, painless. You won’t feel a damn thing. Or, you swallow your fuckin’ pride and take my hand. Your choice.” This was Joel’s final offer.

His words weighed deep in your brain. You could choose to not take his hand, run like hell, only to be captured by those monsters that called themselves men. Or, you could take his hand and live another day.

You found yourself reaching for his hand without a second thought. Your clammy palm wrapped around his rough calloused ridden one.

“Atta girl.” He gently helped you to your feet. “I’m Joel, and the woman over there that wants to kill ya? That’s Tess.”

All you could do was meekly nod. You still couldn’t understand why a total fucking stranger was sparing your life.

“You have got to be out of your goddamn mind, Texas. We are not about to fuckin’ take this girl back with us after she tried to fuckin’ kill you.” Tess was shooting daggers at you, arms crossed over her chest.

So, he was from Texas.

“We’re takin’ her with us. Don’t care what you have to say ‘bout it. Ain’t gonna leave her out here to die. Besides, she’s got guts. She might be a good asset for us.” Joel attempted to reason with his partner and spin this in his favor.

Oh, so he was totally doing this for his own benefit. Like you were some pawn..to their operation? Whatever the hell that was.

“Yeah? So when she tries to fuckin’ kill us in our sleep, you gonna still let her live?” Tess scoffed.

“She even attempts to kill one of us, I'll let you kill her. Sound like a good deal to ya? Bullet between the eyes, slit her throat, break her bones. However you wanna do it, but only if she tries to kill us.” Joel wanted to instill fear in you from his threat. He was dead serious. You could tell just from his tone alone. This was no game to play.

“Fine. You hear that, girl? You fuckin’ try anything on us, and i’ll gouge those pretty eyes out of your fuckin’ skull.” Tess sneered.

An unpleasant chill traveled down your spine at her words. You weren’t sure who to be more afraid of. Joel, or Tess.

You averted making eye contact with Tess as you grabbed your knife from the forest floor, tucking it into the holster around your thigh.

“You ever been to a QZ?” Joel asked you as his partner walked ahead of him.

“No. Never been to one.” You adjusted the strap of your backpack along your shoulder, following his lead through the dense cover of evergreens.

“Well, it's a complete shit hole. FEDRA fucks in almost every corner. Word of advice, don’t get yourself thrown into lockup. Anyway, Tess and I are smugglers. We bring in all kinds of shit. Weapons, drugs, supplies. You fuckin’ name it. Risky business, but we’ve grown quite a reputation. No one fucks with us, usually. You’ll earn your keep eventually. I imagine you’ve got a lot more to offer than just a pretty face.”

You wanted to scoff and roll your eyes at his remark. You refrained only due to the fact that you presently owed your life to this man.

“You ever get thrown in lockup?” Your eyes were locked on his back as you trailed behind him.

“Couple times. Got most of those dickheads wrapped ‘round my finger. Helps when you’re bringin’ pills in. Who taught ya how to throw a knife like that?” He glanced over his shoulder at you. He half expected you to run by now. He was pleasantly surprised to see that you hadn’t. Smart girl, he thought to himself.

“I did.” You responded with zero hesitation.

“No kiddin?’ You just picked up a knife one day and threw it? Bullshit. S’alright. You don’t gotta tell me your secrets or nothin.’ I’m pretty good at keepin.’ to myself anyway. Never caught your name though darlin.’

“Yep.” You mumbled.

“Ah. Wanna remain mysterious, huh? Like I said, I ain’t gonna pry. You’re probably a bit shell shocked anyway. We got an apartment in the QZ. It ain’t much, but by the looks of you..probably a hell of a lot better than what you’re used to.”

You were shell shocked. It was written all over your face. You had lost the one person you truly loved, lost your friends, and escaped death twice now. Joel didn’t need to know all of that. He just could see right through your defensive facade, and you fucking hated it.

“S’alright darlin.’ We all got our own skeletons in our closets, and I know a survivor when I see one.” He murmured softly.

What skeletons did Joel have in his closet? You couldn’t help but wonder.

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talialovesmiw · 4 months

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Ricky “Horror” Olson x Reader

Sweetness

Part 7: Flowers

Warnings: Language, some angst, hurt/comfort

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/738600524075679744/talialovesmiw

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/737794267898101760/talialovesmiw

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Ricky’s POV

“Richard! What can I do for you?” Armon greeted as Y/N and I sat down in his office.

“Armon…it’s about Y/N.” I turned my head in Y/N’s direction as she looked down nervously.

“Hello..” She mumbled. Armon gave her a gentle smile and looked at the both of us.

“What’s the matter?” He asked. Y/N continued to look down as she fidgeted with her hands. I put my hand on one of hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Go ahead,” I said reassuringly as I looked at her. She quickly gave me a small smile before looking at Armon.

“I…I’ve been having these dreams lately where I end up in some sort of void. I hear a voice telling me that it’s my fate and that I’m his prey…that I’ll be his. I hear him in my thoughts sometimes too…it’s been going on for a little over a week now.”

Armon’s eyes widened before a serious look appeared on his face. He looked down in deep thought. Whenever he had that look on his face, it was bad. Whatever was going on, it was serious.

“Richard, I’m glad you came to me about this,” He said as he looked back up to me. He turned to Y/N, his expression still serious, “My dear, this is in fact the demon that is after you, I’m afraid, and it seems that he is near.”

Y/N’s breath hitched and she bit her lip anxiously, “So he wasn’t lying..” She muttered.

“You see, from what we understand, the demon starts in its target’s thoughts and dreams. It’s a form of making their targets feel scared and weak. They are capable of manipulating their target’s mind to see them or something that will make them uneasy. They do this until they gather enough information about the human and finally, they strike.” Armon explained.

“Armon…what’s going to happen now?” I asked, feeling a bit unsure myself.

“I’m not sure, but Richard, do NOT let her out of your sight. I need you to stay on high alert. This could be a very dangerous situation if not handled properly.” He stated firmly, the look on his face and the tone of his voice stern.

“I will sir. She’ll be safe. I’ll make sure nothing happens to her.” I said as I turned my head to her, giving her a look of reassurance. She nodded at me but I could tell she was upset.

Y/N’s expression was full of worry and fear. She was scared. “W-what’s going to happen to m-me?” She asked nervously.

“Nothing will, sweetness. I promise.” I said to her, giving her hand another squeeze.

“I’ll get word out to the troops, Richard, keep her safe.” Armon said, looking at me with trust.

“Of course.” I said, not letting go of Y/N’s hand. Armon nodded at me before leaving his office to attend to his business.

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Y/N’s POV

“Are you okay?” Ricky asked softly, but he already knew deep down what the answer was.

I just shook my head in response. I was in pure shock. I was afraid.

Ricky placed his hand on my shoulder, “I’m gonna make sure he doesn’t get you. It’s gonna be alright.”

“Things just got real…this whole situation is starting to feel so much more real..” I whispered, still looking down in shock. “The demon wasn’t lying…he’s real. There’s someone after me,” Tears formed in my eyes, “Someone is after me and I’m in danger.” Tears started falling as I finally broke down sobbing.

Ricky wrapped his arms around me tightly, pulling me close to him, “It’s all so scary Ricky…I-I’m in danger and I can’t even do much about it..” I whimpered, my head buried in his chest. He kissed my head, nodding and listening as he rubbed soothing circles on my back.

Ricky continued to hold me close, letting me cry it out. He didn’t say anything, and that was okay. I just needed to cry. After some time, I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy, “Please…I-I wanna go home..” I whispered. He nodded, still holding me close.

“Of course.”

Within seconds, we were home. I pulled away, looking down. “I need some time to think..” I mumbled, “I’ll be in my room.”

“Let me know if you need anything. I’m here for you, sweetness.”

I nodded, going to my room. I shut the door, sighing. I flopped on the bed. I took a pillow and hugged it close as I sobbed.

Things were getting real. It was scary.

“Why is this happening to me?” I sobbed into the pillow, holding onto it tightly. I ended up staying in my room for most of the day, barely even getting up from my bed. I felt so scared and alone.

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Ricky’s POV

It had been hours now, and Y/N hadn’t come out of her room. I was getting really worried. There were times I could hear her crying, and it broke me a little. I hated seeing her cry, I hated seeing her upset, and I hated seeing her so scared. She didn’t deserve to feel that way.

I knew how scared she was, and she had every right to be. This demon could attack at any moment. He was already haunting her dreams and in her thoughts, and now he was even closer to taking her.

I wasn’t gonna let that happen. I knew I’d have to keep my guard up and be on high alert.

I was really starting to care about Y/N too. She was such a sweet soul. She was beautiful, inside and out. I couldn’t let something happen to her, I just couldn’t! I don’t know what I’d do if something were to happen to her.

I had to check on her. It wasn’t good for her to stay locked up in her room by herself for hours on end like this. I walked up to her door and knocked, “Hey, are you okay in there?” I asked, my hand flat against the door.

I heard her sniffle before replying, “I…I’m alright.” She muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. Her voice was hoarse, I could tell she had been crying. She was not alright. I knew I needed to do something.

“Can I come in?”

“Mhmm..”

I opened the door to see her on her bed hugging her knees, her eyes tired and puffy. Tear stains were fresh on her face, and her hair was a bit messy. She looked exhausted.

I sat down next to her and looked at her sympathetically, “It’s been a rough day for you, hasn’t it?” I asked softly.

Y/N chuckled a little, “How could you tell?” She asked a bit sarcastically.

I looked down for a moment before an idea popped in my mind, “Why don’t I take you out tonight? I wanna try and get your mind off things,” I offered.

She smiled a little, “That would be nice..”

I smiled back, “Great, why don’t you get dressed and we can go.”

“Okay, just give me a few.”

I nodded before standing up and leaving her room. I had a plan to make her smile and have a good time. She was going to love it.

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Y/N’s POV

I finished getting dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I had a black leather jacket on with a black sweater dress and black boots. I had let my hair down as well. I felt pretty. I smiled a little at my reflection before leaving my room.

Ricky was waiting for me in the living room. When he saw me, I could've sworn I heard his breath hitch. His cheeks were pink too.

“Do I…look okay?” I asked a bit nervously.

“More than okay, sweetness. You look beautiful..” He said, his gaze never leaving me.

I blushed at his comment, “You think so?”

He nodded, smiling at me now, “Of course I do. Are you ready to go?” He asked. I nodded in response, a smile now on my face.

He held his hand out to me and I took it gently. We walked out of the house and started walking.

“So, where are you taking me?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise,” He answered rather cryptically, “I think you’ll enjoy it, sweetness.”

I glanced down and noticed a bag. It was the same he had with him when we first met in the woods, “What’s with the bag?”

“It’s part of the surprise.” I tilted my head with confusion as I looked at him. He laughed a bit. “We’re almost there, don’t worry.”

We walked a bit more until we reached a field of colorful flowers. It was really beautiful. The sun was about to set too so all the colors looked gorgeous together.

“These flowers are lovely! What a beautiful field!”

“They are pretty, aren’t they?”

I nodded with a smile on my face. I took a few steps through the tall fields and my mood brightened. I skipped through the flowers a bit, giggling. I felt so youthful and free in these fields. It was such a wonderful feeling. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Ricky took his camera out and started taking pictures of the fields. Then, he started taking pictures of me. I didn’t notice at first, but when I did, I smiled and started posing for his pictures, having fun with it.

I could tell Ricky was enjoying himself too by the smile on his face. He had the most amazing smile. I loved the way his blue eyes sparkled as he smiled and laughed. I felt my heart skip a beat as I took in his smile more. He was so attractive..

The sun had set fully now and Ricky put his camera away, “Alright, let’s go to the next place,”

“There’s more?” I asked with a look of curiosity.

“You bet sweetness! Come on!” He said enthusiastically, taking my hand and leading me out.

I blushed a bit as I followed him. His excitement made me feel excited too. He led me into the town and we ended up at a gelato shop.

I gasped and instantly smiled, gelato was one of my favorite treats. “Gelato! That’s one of my favorites!” I said excitedly, making Ricky chuckle.

“I knew you’d like this,” He said as we walked in. We ordered our gelato and sat outside on a bench.

“It’s good to see you smiling again,” Ricky said as he ate.

“Yeah, thank you for taking me out. It’s nice not feeling so on edge..” I said, gazing at the sky as I ate.

“Of course. I had a feeling this would cheer you up.” He moved a bit closer to me on the bench, smiling at me.

“It did, thank you again..”

He took my hand and entwined our fingers, “Anything to see you happy.”

I felt so calm and happy, my anxiety melting away. This was exactly what I needed, and I couldn’t be more thankful for Ricky. I laid my head on his shoulder, smiling.

“Thank you…thank you for everything you’ve done for me..” I said softly.

He looked down at me and smiled softly, “You don’t have to thank me, sweetness. I’m just making sure you feel safe.”

“And I do. I’ve never felt more safe with someone than I have with you.” I admitted.

“Well, I’m glad I make you feel that way. It’s good to know you feel safe with me.”

Oh, he made me feel all sorts of ways..

“Are you ready to head back now?” He asked.

“Yeah, can we walk back though?”

“I don’t see why not.” He said and we both stood up and started walking back, his hand never leaving mine.

We returned home and after we went inside, I hugged Ricky. “Thank you…genuinely, thank you so much for tonight. I needed it.”

He hugged back, I could feel his smile as his head rested atop mine, “Of course, sweetness. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Much better, I think I’m going to be okay now..” I said, pulling away.

“Good, I’m glad.”

“I’m gonna go get ready for bed now, night.”

“Alright, sleep well.”

I smiled at him before I walked into my room and shut the door. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. After I was done, I put on my pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. As I looked up, my eyes widened as an unfamiliar man was standing across from me, a sinister grin on his face.

“Hello, pretty girl..”

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it-happened-one-fic · 6 months

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Ghostly Happenings - Silver (Part 4)

Author Notes: Tis finally complete! This is the fourth and final section of my Halloween/October twst fic series. Much of what I said about the other three parts of this fic holds true for this one. The entire series is post Diasomnia overblot, hopefully non canon-compliant, and was greatly inspired by the 1947 movie "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir." I also listened to "Freaking Me Out" by Ava Max while writing this fic series. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Ghost AU/ noncanon compliant/ Post Diasomnia overblot/ tad bit of angst with comfort/ fluff/ romance implied/ pining

Word Count: 1619

{Part 1}, {Part 2}, {Part 3}, {Part 4: You're Here!}

Also available on AO3 (link deleted due to glitches)

“I’m home,” My call was met with silence that had me sighing slightly. It no doubt meant the ghosts were off doing something else around campus. Similarly, Grim was probably off harassing some students and offering to teach them some of his supposedly grandiose magic spells which may or may not result in excess cleaning for me tomorrow.

But there was little I could do about that, and it was good for Grim to play with the students. It gave him something to do along with some much-needed social interaction.

Even I interacted with students when I passed them in the hallway. I was pretty sure I was one of the most confusing members of the NRC staff by now. The magicless janitor, who knew a bizarre amount about overblots to the point where I sometimes called in to help with lectures.

Never a fun time.

“Welcome home,” I quite literally screamed as Silver calmly spoke from beside me, where he most definitely had not been a mere second ago.

His eyebrows rose slightly, and a flicker of something flashed across his face. Something worryingly akin to amusement as he watched me with total calm that was at odds with my startled state.

“You… Silver, don’t scare me like that!” My hands lowered from where they'd flown up towards my chest when I'd shrieked.

“Sorry,” His apology was delivered in the exact same way he said most things. Utter calm. But something about his relaxed expression and the mostly concealed smile that tugged at his lips that did not speak of apology, and I frowned slightly. Half-confused by the fact that he seemed somehow more relaxed now than he had in life.

Then he’d always seemed laidback but also incredibly focused. Like it took a great deal of effort to keep himself awake, even when he had failed the majority of the time.

Perhaps the bitterness of dying had changed that a little bit, or perhaps I was reading into his expressions a bit too much.

I stepped past him as I made my way into the lounge to sit down for a bit before starting to fix supper. I glanced over my shoulder curiously, only to find Silver following me. Our eyes met, and he looked at me expectantly, but I only shook my head in response.

In truth, I'd only looked back to make sure he really was there. It was almost impossible to tell with ghosts since they made no sound.

I always trusted Amos, Billy, and Carlyle to be somewhere around the house. But Silver was new and evidently enough not something I’d dreamed up all on my own, despite what a good job I’d done convincing myself that was the case.

“You know,” I started as I sat down on the loveseat, “I hadn’t been entirely sure I’d really seen you last night.”

Silver blinked at me in slight surprise before sitting down next to me. And it was odd. Because Amos, Billy, and Carlyle usually glided around in the air, but here was Silver just sitting next to me like he was alive and well.

Save for the fact that the cushions didn’t dip with his weight and there was no sound of his breathing.

But he wasn’t even really see-through. Instead, he looked like he was just right here next to me, alive and well.

He watched me expectantly, and I shrugged. Feeling myself relax just like I always had around him, “I kind of thought that both you and our conversation from last night had been a dream… It just seemed so odd for you to be here instead of being with Lilia, Malleus, or Sebek.”

I looked his way in time to see him nod in an understanding manner, “I did follow them around for a while, and they all seemed to be doing well. I figured it was time for me to move on, but I didn’t know where to go, so I came here.”

He looked my way once more, tilting his head slightly, “It feels right here, and the other ghosts welcomed me. I hadn’t actually expected you to notice my presence since no one else had, but you did. In fact, sometimes it felt like you were looking right at me. Waiting for me to say something to you and make myself known. So I decided to reveal myself to you last night since the others had already told you there was another ghost here anyway.”

I felt myself frown at his explanation, pondering his words until I remembered little things that had been happening around the house.

Like how I would hear something in the hallway ever so often only to turn and not see anything. Or how one of the rocking chairs would be moving on the porch without a breeze and with no one else near it. And even how whenever I had felt lonely, I would suddenly feel as if there was someone with me even though I’d never seen anyone.

I had just passed it off as nothing of great importance; weird things had always happened at Ramshackle dorm. That was why so many students behaved like it was a scary place, even though I was living in it with very few problems now that I’d finally gotten it fully repaired from the state it had been in when I first came to Twisted Wonderland.

“So how long have you been here exactly?” I watched him closely, and he did something I wasn’t sure I’d ever see him do in life. He shrugged.

“Hard to say. Time isn’t really important after you die, so you don’t pay much mind to it,” He tilted his head once more, almost like he was thinking before he looked my way again. “I was here last time Kalim came and visited, though.”

That had been several months ago… He’d certainly been here longer than I would’ve guessed, but I wasn’t actually concerned about that. I trusted Silver to respect my privacy, even in death.

“Why didn’t you go with him when he suggested you go live with him?” Silver’s question startled me, causing me to turn in slight surprise. He looked honestly curious, though, and I supposed that was fair.

I lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug before I began ticking off my reasons on my fingers, “Several reasons. Jamil doesn’t need someone else to take care of, it wouldn’t feel right to just live off of Kalim’s generosity, and I have everything I need here.”

I looked out one of the large windows as I continued, still feeling Silver’s gaze on me, “Despite what everyone thinks, I’m happy here. Ramshackle dorm has become home to me, and I’m not lonely. I’ve got Grim, the rest of the staff, the ghosts…” I trailed off briefly before looking towards Silver once more and smiling, “And I guess I’ve got you now too.”

He blinked at my words before he nodded, almost as if he liked the sounds of that, “Yes, I suppose you do.”

I continued to smile at him, relieved that he hadn’t been a dream at all, even as I felt myself slipping back into the same situation I’d been in all those years ago. Slowly liking Silver a little bit too much, even though so much had changed.

And in some ways, it freaked me out. That all it took was him appearing once more, even as a ghost, for me to fall back in love with him.

Back in the past, I’d fallen for him even before the overblot, but I’d passed it off as a crush. Of course I’d liked Silver. We hadn’t gotten to interact much before everything went down with Malleus, but Silver was always nice and had looked out for me like it was the most natural thing to do.

When the overblot occurred, I’d actually gotten to truly know him, and it hadn’t solved the matter at all. In fact, it had made it worse. But again, I’d told myself that it was just a crush and was because of the situation we were in. It was so stressful and dangerous; the fact he’d gone to such pains to protect me and make sure I was alright had just made my crush worse. That was all.

But now I didn’t have any such explanations to hide behind. And he wasn’t alive anymore, which made this even more distressing. I was in love with a ghost, and, despite what I’d told myself, I’d never gotten over Silver.

I let my hands twist together in my lap as I looked over at the young man, who was no doubt oblivious to the feelings zipping through me just as fast as the thoughts in my mind were swirling. “Yep, so I’m fine. Not lonely at all.”

He tilted his head as he gazed at me, “So I can stay here?”

I blinked at him, flabbergasted by his words, before leaning forward, my hands pressing down onto the edge of my cushion, “Of course you can! I would never kick you out!”

I didn’t bother mentioning that I hadn’t even realized that had been an option. I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, even if that were the case.

But as I looked at him, his gaze softened ever so slightly, and that fleeting but condemningly sweet smile of his appeared on his face, “Then I will stay here, with you, until you leave Y/n.”

His voice was soft and gentle as always, and in that moment I realized that while ghostly happenings were always occurring in and around Ramshackle dorm, I may never recover from this one.

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IS2 also known as Phantom & Crimson Solitaire but the Part where I learn about some of the Lore via Operator Records

This all started because I am a stupid idiot simp and have no self-control, okay?

The other day I was trying to mind my business when I was wondering who out of my Bandorio (husBandorio) squad I want to E2. It was almost an unfair match between Shalem and Mr. Nothing (whose position in the band is already shaky with Lessing and Hoderer coming eventually).

I thought to myself 'The best way to really know who I want is to see how useful they are in batte-' WRONG, I wanted to know if I vibe with them on a personal level. Which meant that I had to sit down and read their Operator Records.

And proceeded to yap about Shalem on TWTR since harlot gloves and an iridescent shine on his tail + it being cutely wrapped around his leg is the go-to if you want to impress me.

Also because I like the look of sheer exhausted, barely clinging to sanity look he gives me when I zoom in on his person.

Continue below if you want to see me cry about Shalem, the Troupe and then about the Crimson Solitaire and what it was throwing at me the last two days.

So being said, I started admiring... everything that is happening in his E2. Prior to actually reading anything I knew that Shalem has something to do with Phantom, at least something enough that he has to go and save him from IS2. I've dabbled with it before just a tiny little, never reached an ending and I still haven't as I write this.

Items of background as of yet unverified, which is really funny because I think the same goes for Phantom. Maybe I should look him up while I'm here to read side-by-side comparison.

Take note, it says Shalem works in logistics.

Both Victorian, born within a month and a bit of each other, so that's interesting. What's that? Phantom is taller?? Than shalem?? The twink black cat is taller than the black snake?

Insanity.

Oh, he's doomed. Who do I like that ISN'T infected with Oripathy??? It feels like they're all sick... But now that I look at my list, Chongyue, Ebenhol-

Okay... that leaves SilverAsh, Vigil, Lee, Tequila, Lessing they're all fine.

My head is too full of Czerny and Hoederer being Infected on a very advanced level, so it feels like my world is ending every time I start reading the Medical Analysis.

-Shalem Trust 50-

Considering Rhodes Island's operators come from all corners, races, temperaments, histories and myriad diversities of the land, there are indeed plenty who are weak with communication yet possess a kind heart, and thus HR's operators haven't had serious concern, vis-a-vis the state of Shalem's life.

Me *handshake* Shalem Disliking mixing friend groups so we just avoid it at all cost

He's been waiting forever, waiting for his chapter's end, but he doesn't anticipate that in ten or so months, when Rhodes Island life has long since become routine, that a shadow of the past will sorrowfully arrive.

Congratulations, everybody, another sad boy has reconsidered subearthing themselves because he found a place to call home and a bed he can sleep in with both eyes closed.

-Phantom Trust 50-

When Phantom first set foot on Rhodes Island, he terrified the logistics personnel who were on duty at the time. He suddenly appeared behind one individual, standing there without a word until the person turned around to discover his presence.

IF SHALEM WORKS IN LOGISTICS WAS THIS ACTUALLY TALKING ABOUT HIM???? I can't believe Shalem was stalked by Phantom for absolutely no reason and then Closure got pissed that this arrogant feline just boarded the ship without telling anybody, or anybody noticing even, until it was too late.

Talk about being a professional assassin.

Accompanying Phantom on his arrival to Rhodes Island was a person as mysterious and alluring as the night itself, someone known as 'Ms. Christine.' Through her demeanor, it was clear that she was a refined and haughty woman. No one knows whether she will remain or leave, and she is not always seen with Phantom, instead happy enough to wander around as if quietly patrolling her turf.

To this, I have only one responce

*Throws 15, 000 of those at Phantom* I HAVE THE LADY'S PERMISSION!!

-Shalem Trust 100-

After a field mission ended, Shalem noticed a phantasm behind him. He was the most brilliant of those young stars in the troupe, its leader's favorite, a crimson blood diamond, and he stared at him, naturally not seeking to reminisce.

Oh my god I was right.

An acquainted operator informed him someone called Phantom had joined as an Operator in the past few days. Who was Phantom? Shalem knew in his heart as clear as night.

Joined like it's nobody's business.

After which Shalem just decided his anxiety is too much to handle and didn't go out of his room for a small eternity.

When he received a mission on his terminal to seek the missing Operator Phantom, Shalem believed someone to be pranking him, but after verifying high and low, he realized Phantom truly had departed Rhodes Island, and no one was more familiar with the mission objective's search area than Shalem. It was his and Phantom's home, and the beginning of their nightmares. The past had already found Shalem, and he could not choose to stay uninvolved again. He accepted the mission to search for Phantom.

Oh no, he's being sent to whatever hellhole the Troupe is situated at. That must actually be one hell of a notice to get on his terminal. Go look for the person you have been trying to avoid, with whom you were potentially raised to play an endless play because he disappeared.

How did Phantom even end up there??? I have more questions than I have answers now.

-Phantom Trust 100-

After receiving his permission, Rhodes Island conducted a series of tests aimed at targeting this ability, basically confirming that Phantom's ability to alter the shadows is related to sound. By using his throat to vocalize certain sounds, he is able to interfere with and severely damage the psyche of a living being. The more intense the emotion in the tone, the deeper the effect is, producing psychological damage that is difficult to repair or reverse.

Sweet Mouthpiece... What the actual hell?

-Shalem Trust 150-

After the flood receded, some sumptuously graceful guests entered the village. Yes, they handed people money to seek local aid; yes, they carefully selected, adopted many children who were without claim, now their parents had vanished or been lost.

I have a bad feeling about thi-

Numbering one of them was the young Shalem.

I hate this with all my life, actually.

'You are children of the arts. Now, you may rest well.' So the old butler promised, and so Shalem believed. Soon after, his life became a play. Modest and gentle was the label the troupe gave to Shalem, and ever since then, it has become his 'true personality.'

'Modest' and 'Gentle'? Explain this, then

We shan't dwell on the daily physical training and rehearsal of lines. Understudies as excellent as Phantom would be led upon stage, given verbal motivation and material reward in front of them all.

Yeah, so they did know each other and everybody hated Phantom because he was good at what he was doing. Actually terrible by definition.

The children who entered the troupe together one by one disappeared, and those left were completely changed in temperament, not a speck of the innocence of their years left visible. As they grew in years, Shalem had convinced himself to accept one fact: We were only brought into this troupe to offer our lives to the arts. If we are unable to perform... Then we have no right to live within the troupe. Whether voluntary or not, so long as you joined the troupe, the script you were given would be written long in advance. To run until your life's end.

God, Shalem... My darling...

Survival drives all to the brink, and they who ought to have worked together past these difficulties began to slaughter each other. In the end, no one escapes. Only a few uneaten slices of meat remain, scooped away by fowlbeasts, flapping their wings across the endless waters.

Is this... hinting at... cannibalism...? Again?

-Phantom Trust 150-

We can infer from our investigations that a wave of Oripathy that ripped through parts of Victoria a few years ago destroyed this troupe, and changed the trajectory of Phantom's life. He may have had a wonderful voice in the past, but as he is now, he could not be further from the stage.

I feel like I need a little more context about this. Shalem's town was flooded, but the Troupe exploded because of a wave of Oripathy? Where did it come from? Did I miss it somewhere? Obviously, this information is outdated because we know the Troupe exists in a much more bloody cult-like fashion now, but WHY? What is their point?

I can also tell you about the impressions I now have about him, but it may not be of any use to you, because there's a good chance you won't listen. But if you insist? Very well. I don't have much to say, but there is one suggestion. —Stay away from him. He's still caught in a nightmare, not fully awake yet.'

—A conversation with Schwarz

Schwarz?

This Schwarz?

Ma'amn you need to explain why you think all of that, I'm getting a little sweaty about how much people know and what they think about Phantom, because I kinda still do like him.

-Shalem trust 200-

He should have delivered that dagger to their heart, felt the spasm of their limbs, watched the light in their eyes little by little melt away. But the boy of the abyss did not do so. The weapon meant to murder instead cut the rope, and was handed to another to become a tool protective of life. And so did a meticulous production end. A play rendered a complete shambles by this boy of the abyss. A stage offered to him to prove his talent, so wasted and defiled by a conscience. Sinner, sinner! This coward, this lamentable coward. A hunter letting go its prey, presuming to still return to the castle, to report to its king. And yet he! He follows the prey's steps, disappears with it into the barrens' ends?! Let him be far from civilization, far from art, to go to that wild brink. He is fit only to be exiled.

HE ESCAPED BY TURNING ON THE TROUPE IN A MOMENT OF CONSCIOUS GUILT AND REBUTTAL!! My sweetest, tormented darling yeah, you get to stay in my husband team forever.

-Phantom Trust 200-

[Classified Log] We found the site of the incident that befell the troupe at the time.

Alright...

All the residences, facilities, and public spaces have been preserved as is, including the troupe's tents stationed in the park, just like in the records - the only thing that's missing are the residents.

Gosh, the description is like they got wiped away by Nuclear power. What in the world kind of Oripathy wave was that???

The best way to describe it is as if a piece of cake was sealed within a plastic bag, then thrown into a fervent crowd at an Iberian festival.

Someone gave their all fishussy to write this line.

What we managed to recover is pretty similar to whatever would be left in that bag afterwards. As for the portion of the data that was sent out, the path was too vague and could not be tracked.

Data sent out? Am I understanding this correct, the show was being streamed?

In order to verify the content, we played a portion of the video footage that could be considered somewhat intact. While doing so, three of the investigators present experienced degrees of psychological disturbance, so we were forced to temporarily seal off the remaining files.

What the absolute hell, so we never got to really see/hear what was happening? Was Phantom... the one to do this? Was he singing and it destroyed everything?

[Video File - Encrypted] [Encrypter - Kal'tsit] [Danger Level - 3] '■■■stage, death■■■■behind■■■loop, song■■, ■■■■end, all■begin.'

I need to ask Dr. Pinkie as soon as they wake up about this. I didn't read a lot of stuff about the game while I was playing it, only laughing at items I got.

-Shalem E2 Promotion-

When a person begins learning to perform, or takes up the profession of an actor, they bear for the rest of their life a curse: Are you doing what you would, or carrying out an endless performance?

This is not going anywhere nice.

Do you enact your true personality? Or is your false personality itself the true you? Oh, I imagine you likely can't make heads or tails anymore. Let me show you a way forth. Whether you're the bottomless boy of the abyss taking the stage, or the nobody Shalem aboard Rhodes Island. Listen to this suggestion from your old butler. Everything is a sham. You are not your own self. You were born a performance. Don't be led astray by your self. You are a role, and the role is all that you are. The role's choices are your choices. Now take the stage, performer. The time to offer yourself to art has come.

-Phantom E2 Promotion-

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