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sourlove · 15 days

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Kingpin ~ Part III of 'Street Rat' YANDERE BAKUGO KATSUKI

TW: OBSESSION, KIDNAPPING, YANDERE THEMES, MENTIONED GANG ACTIVITIES, MENTIONED MURDER, MENTIONED BLACKMAIL

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READ PART 2 HERE

(Female reader) (Mild NSFW)

Bakugo Katsuki was a force of nature. When Eijiro met him, Katsuki was an angry scrap of a boy who everyone thought was going to get himself killed with his attitude. But he didn't.

Despite having a rough start in life, he managed to join a small time gang on the outskirts of the city and fought his way, literally and figuratively, to the top. Eijiro was proud to stand next to Katsuki as his best friend and right hand man. He thought he knew everything about the man, from what made him angry (everything) to how he liked his coffee (black, boiling hot). Eijiro did know everything about Katsuki.

Everything, except you.

You were a wildcard nobody expected. When Katsuki ordered an attack on a wedding of all things, nobody questioned him. When he forcefully silenced all the guests in attendance with blackmail, everyone dismissed it as standard procedure. But when he brutally slaughtered the groom and showed up with the bride in his arms, it definitely raised some eyebrows.

From the moment you woke up at their base, you had done nothing but cause trouble. You would throw tantrums, destroy furniture and torment everybody who was unfortunate enough to approach. You were beautiful, sure, but clearly batshit insane and everybody tried to steer clear of you as much as they possibly could.

That's why it was so It was off-putting how nice Katsuki was to you. Eijiro had watched his boss rip out a man's tongue and feed it to his dogs because the man had called him called him weak. Now, you could hurl every insult under the sun at him and Katsuki would pat your head with an indulgent smile. You spoke like everyone was beneath you, sometimes barking out orders to the men who would stop and stare in confusion. Until Katsuki showed up.

"The fuck are you dipshits looking at? Did she fucking stutter?"

It was pretty clear that Katsuki worshipped the ground you walked on. And Eijiro supported that, he really did! Being so unashamedly in love, especially in their line of business, was pretty manly. He only had a real problem with how you treated Katsuki like trash. Even as a rookie on the streets, he was never one to take orders from anyone. But he jumped through flaming hoops to spoil you, just for his gifts to be thrown back in his face.

Literally. That was your favorite form of attack and your favorite victim seemed to be the man who would kill someone for you. Sure there was that little issue of Katsuki actually killing your very new husband, but couldn't you see that he was doing his best to make up for it?

Now, Eijiro wasn't the brightest crayon in the box but even he knew that the relationship between the two of you might not be the healthiest. So as the best bro he had to ask Katsuki, preferably when you weren't there. Though that proved to be very difficult (why did you go everywhere with the man if you couldn't stand him?!), Eijiro managed to slip into Katsuki's office when you went to bed and Katsuki wanted to get some work done.

"Hey Boss! Long time, no see, huh?"

The ashy blonde eyed him suspiciously. "I saw you an hour ago, Shitty Hair. You on drugs?" He turned back to his paperwork with a huff.

Eijiro laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I mean, sure I always see you, but...you're always with her."

It was only years of being in close proximity with the Kingpin himself, that alerted Eijiro to the fact that he had just acquired a shovel and was about to start digging his own grave. Katsuki calmly dropped his pen and steepled his fingers over the papers he was working on. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

The redhead gulped. "Nothing! There's absolutely nothing wrong with your relationship. Okay, good talk! Bye!" He stood up to escape.

"Sit down."

Eijiro sat down. Katsuki sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. "You know, she's the only reason I'm where I am today."

"...what?"

"Look, Y/N, she-she was the prettiest girl I ever set my eyes on." He reclined into his seat, looking off thoughtfully into the distance. "Everyone wanted her but no one deserved her, not even me." Katsuki chuckled ruefully. "I always thought I had no chance, until she gave me one. And I'm obviously not a fucking idiot so I took it."

Eijiro frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"Look around, Shitty Hair," he gestured to his office. "Do you think I give a fuck about all this fancy shit? It's all for her. Everything I have, everything I am, is all for Y/N."

"Bro, that's like, romantic but also a bit concerning. Everything you have? That's like...everything!"

Katsuki scowled at him. "Yeah no shit, dumbass. I'm gonna marry that girl."

"Woah, bro," Eijiro sniffled. "You're so manly! I totally respect your decision now, even though everyone said you were as crazy as her!"

"What the fuck did you just say?! Oi, Shitty Hair! Get back here, fucking coward!"

Katsuki growled as the annoying idiot who called himself a friend scurried away. He glanced outside and noted the dark sky, before packing up his remaining paperwork and hurrying out of his office. The few goons that saw Katsuki only received a grunt in return of their greetings before the boss flew off, leaving them wondering where he was rushing to.

Or who he was rushing to. When Katsuki carefully opened the door, you were stretched across the bed, fast asleep. He smiled and quickly took of his clothes, before slipping into bed next to you. While Katsuki enjoyed Y/N at any time, he especially enjoyed you when you was sleeping. Then, he could admire as much as he wanted without any disturbance.

He stroked a finger down your cheek and bit his lip. Once a distant dream, you were so soft and warm laying beside him. Now, he could also touch you as much as he wanted. And this time, you let him.

You woke up to the feeling of Katsuki's stubble scratching you as he mouthed hungrily at your neck. Rough, calloused hands tugged at your nightgown and squeezed your soft flesh.

"Noo, get off" you whined, half-asleep. "Still sore..."

He chuckled lowly. "My bad, baby. I'll be gentle this time."

You pouted as he nipped at your collarbone. "Liar. You're always so mean-ah!" His hands ripped your nightgown down the middle, finally growing impatient, and Katsuki grinned wickedly.

"Hmm, you say that now," he cooed. "But you love it, don'tcha? So be a good girl and spread your legs for me, sweets~"

A/N: This has been requested a lot and shown so much love! Its insane how I only started posting a couple of days ago and I already have so much support. Leave an ask if you want to see some side stories or headcanons!

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mako-neexu · 1 month

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going insane over dantes and ordeal call chapter 2 post #234098 the way he says his flames burn hotter/more poisonous than in his normal Saint Graph and you literally remember he made a new Spirit Origin for guda and his NPs are literally ABOUT guda, the color choice in the 3rd ascension with blue accents on his stars and eyes said to be the color of guda's SOUL time and time again,　

and he also literally looks like goetia because "MY DESTINY" (istfg im going CRAZY. im going crazy!!! my desiny??? MY DESTINY!!?!?!?!?) and both him and dantes had that one on one to guda, goetia also made a hilariously BAD set up against himself so like dantes and guda became partners in crime in prison tower like goetia unintentionally played MATCHMAKER and created the worst duo ever im shitting tears. the probable reason as well why he looks like that in the 3rd ascension is because dantes viewed goetia as "an ultimate enemy guda overcame" which he positioned himself in as well so he could be defeated which was his goal in the first place i think im going to break from so much info bro. theres also the fact that prison tower and pseudo-tokyo are basically the same (that also required huge amount of mana) -> guda was dropped into prison tower, (directly/indirectly) helped by gankutsuou, stuck in chateau d'lf/becoming an Avenger by giving into temptation->bad end || overcoming the trials each floor/understanding the Avenger class, overcoming the flames-> return to chaldea. dantes positioning himself once more as both that tiny light of hope and that enemy who has guda fall into a trap likei am so. n.lromnal. I think i hauve covid

and thinking about. "my destiny" "my radiant one" "my one good thing" "my star" like- to be loved is to be changed. man. to be loved is to be!!!changed!!! and the blue and pink-purple flames that symbolize GUDA having been so special to him in this life that it changed him, BECAME SO SPECIAL TO HIM!!! (you can literally see it in his EYES??? his 4th aascension art where his flame is BLUE AS WELL??????????)

that he is still Avenger, Count of Monte Cristo, he who enacted vengeance and the greatest seeker of it, he who continues to hate and burn eternally yet chooses to love!!!!!!!!!!!!! becoming that tiny light of hope to an innocent soul and now here they stand, that tiny light he continued to protect now shines more radiant than anything else, and because of that love, his flames burn much much more fiercely than his previous saint graph and like he has you stay away bc you might evaporate to nothing and he explicitly says theyre stronger in his Monte Cristo alt!! while hes also trying to distance himself from you again bc he must still hold guilt in his heart for making you go through the Avenger ordeal and as well as the fact that you literally need to leave the flames/Avengers behind due to their conflicting nature with the wall bc being attached would be sooo hard to let go and especially considering what you and dantes went through together like what is this?? its like a giant slap of I LOVE YOU SO MUCH against my face????????? theres literally nothihg left of my remains????????????

dantes is also basically so stupidly even more overpowered here have you seen his skills??? Count of Monte Cristo Mythologie became a skill along with the fourteen relics/14 jewels and he can jUST cassually!???? activate that!?!?!?????? meanwhile WHAT HE CONSIDER AS HIS NOBLE PHANTASM IN THIS SAINT GRAPH IS O STAR/O YOU WHO, CONQUER THAT BRILLIANT PATH??? THAT VERY ONE ABOUT GUDA???? IS THIS REAL????? his NP dmg and effects are so crazy too???? LITERALLY POWERED BY LOVE AND BACKED UP BY AGE OF GODS LEVEL FUCK YOU ENERGY ?? im plagued by dantes and OC2 thoughts since last month someone free me ajdkfgk

#fgo #fate grand order #why whyyyyyy whyyyy did they have to make this chapterrrr #MOOTS JUST IGNORE ME OKAY??#edmond dantes #MAN WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEEEEE #guda

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raya-hunter01 · 2 months

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Cruising Love Pt. 2.1

Two Shot Request

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Jimmy Uso x Trin

Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)

Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)

Montez Ford x Bianca Belair

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut,

Thank you for the request and for trusting me once again @royalkay23

Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.

His plans are in danger of going up in smoke as his toxic ex is also on the cruise and is desperate to rekindle their toxic burning flame.

Will Jey give in, or will he stand strong in his love and devotion to Kayla and leave the past in the past?

Regen Seven Seas Cruise

Nassau, Bahamas

Middle Deck

Jey’s POV

“I don’t know what the fuck happened, I swear,” I said looking into the cold eyes of Joe as we ate lunch. “Kayla cried almost all night and that I have a problem with that. She didn’t deserve that,” he said, each word stabbing me in the chest.

“I know she didn’t, but I deserved everything I damn got last night,” I said as Jimmy laughed out loud.

“Damn right you deserved to get your shit rocked. What I can’t figure out is why you did it purposely,” Jimmy said as I frowned at him.

“What the hell you talking about? Are you still drunk from last night?” I asked as he chuckled.

“Oh, I’m sober and now that you are, when are you gon’ admit your ass was drunk and them demons was talking to your ass,” he said as it was my turn to chuckle.

“I ain’t got no demons twin, I’m good,” I said as Sefa raised his eyebrow at me. “I beg to differ; I think Jimmy on to something. Now spill it or we won’t help you fix this fuckin shit show',” Sefa said as I sighed dropping my fork.

“It ain’t nothing to tell. One minute she was actin’ nice and the next minute, it was the old Danielle trying to reel my ass back in. I just thought if I danced with her, I could get her off my back,” I said as Jimmy frowned at me.

“Yo ass shoulda’ walked away the minute she approached you. That’s why you in this mess now, always too afraid to hurt folks’ feelings even when they’ve treated you like shit,” he hissed as I felt my frustration building as he looked at me.

Judging me for being human and trying to give people the benefit of the doubt.

“Stop looking at me like that, I knew it was wrong and I stopped it. I told her I loved Kay, and I couldn’t do that to her and wouldn’t. I just don’t can’t imagine how it looked to ya’ll though,” I said to Sefa as he seemed in deep thought.

“It looked real bad bro; I saw you before the girls did and I couldn’t believe you would put yourself out there like that.”

“So, ain’t no old feelings hiding inside you for Danielle?” Joe asked as I growled at the thought.

“Stop playin’ with me Joe, you know I love Kayla,” I said as he sipped on his beer almost questioning if I was lying or not.

“Your subconsciously insecure,” Jimmy blurted out as I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Subconsciously insecure...What the hell you talkin' bout?" I hissed as Sefa pointed at Jimmy and nodded. “That’s the word I was thinking too,” he said as I felt attacked.

“Ok, since ya’ll got a therapist degree? What am I insecure about what?” I asked as Joe looked at the three of us confused.

“Yourself and whether you feel someone will love you for you or have a motive,” Jimmy said sending chills down my spine.

He called me out on it and I couldn’t say anything as he read me like a book.

“Jey, you seem to forget Sefa stayed wit ya’ll before he bought his house. He’s seen a lot of shit, we all have,” Jimmy said as Sefa sighed putting his head down, avoiding my gaze as the table got quiet and my thoughts began to drift.

Man, that was a crazy time when Sefa moved in with me. Danielle and I were at the height of our craziness, and it was a month before I found out about the money she had stolen.

The fighting was almost nonstop at that point every word out of her mouth was something to try to rile me up. Then when I would explode, she would throw on the tears and I would give in because I loved her.

Yea, definitely toxic shit…..

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One Month before breakup.

“Look, my brother is upstairs can you keep it down,” I hissed as Danielle whined. “Ugh, why did you tell him he could move in. He could have gone to your parents, he is their kid,” Danielle said as I chuckled.

“Because I said he could, but I see what this is about. Your pissed because I didn’t buy that diamond bracelet you wanted so now you trying to get me worked up and start an argument,” I said onto the bullshit.

“You should count your blessings that I am even here. No woman wants a man who’s gone all the time, you should be kissing me feet. I’m still here and you should have no problem giving me anything I want. No woman will ever want you, your life is too fuckin’ complicated, Jey.” Danielle said sipping out of her wine glass.

“Well, you can leave anytime you like because I ain’t buying that bracelet. You just spent three grand yesterday on clothes and shoes. Hell, I don’t want another you, I’ll stay single and die first. You gettin’ more shit than me and it’s my money,” I countered as she scoffed pouring herself another glass of wine.

“Fine, I guess I can cut back on shopping a little. I need to remember you’re not going to go far with this wrestling thing. You need to save your little coins for when the glory ride is over.”

“Are you really sayin’ this shit to me because I wouldn’t buy you a fuckin bracelet or is this how you really feel,” I hissed in anger.

“I mean ya’ll a good tag team, but I don’t see ya’ll splitting up and taking the world by storm as single competitors. The crowd will never rock with you like that,” she said laughing.

“Danielle, you can be such a bitch,” I whispered sipping on my glass of brandy. “What? I’m just letting you know the real deal; you know that right?” she said casually as I put my glass down and went upstairs.

“Aww, did that hurt your feelings! I’m sorry baby,” she said laughing walking behind me. “Leave me alone Danielle, I ain’t doin’ this shit tonight,” I whispered slamming the door in her face as she began pounding on it.

“Come on, I’m just preparing you because I love you.” she said as I began packing her a bag.

“Tired of this shit, it’s like begging for punishment. This toxic shit ain’t normal,” I muttered slanging the bag over my shoulder, storming out of my room.

“What are you doing?” Danielle asked in shock, seeming to sober up as I walked down the stairs. “Getting you out of my house since its very obvious you don’t want to be here,” I said opening the door and throwing her bag outside.

“Josh, don’t do this baby, I’m so sorry,” she cried going outside to get her bag as I slammed the door.

“Don’t do this to me! You know I love you, don’t do this,” Danielle cried beating her hands against the door as I fought the angel and devil inside me as to let her back in or not.

I couldn’t stand to see her cry, not even after the hurtful shit she had just said. I loved her and she knew it.

“Don’t give up on us baby, you know nobody will ever love you like me. Open the door so we can talk, I love you,” she sobbed as I hit the door in frustration, wiping my tears. Damn, why couldn’t we just be normal!

I looked up and saw Sefa at the top of the stairs frozen. “Do I need to call the cops.”

“Nah, everything is alright, Uce. I’m sorry we woke you up with this shit,” I whispered as he frowned.

“Don’t let her keep doing this to you, Jey. She is using you and you need to open your eyes,” he said before going back to his room.

“Jey, please open the door!” Danielle cried as I unlocked the door and let her back in. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me,” Danielle whimpered, running into my arms.

After all the shit she said to me I’m comforting her, WTF is wrong with me.

“I’m sorry Jey, I just feel like sometimes I don’t belong, and I don’t want to lose you. So, I just say things I don’t mean,” she cried as I held her close.

“You ain’t gon’ lose me Dani, I love you. If it will make you feel better, we can go get the bracelet tomorrow,” I said as she nodded.

“Thank you, baby, you’re the best,” she sniffed as I cringed. Damn, the tears sure stopped really quick. She had got me again….

Sitting in the midst of the silence and remembering the chaotic shit that I had pushed out of my brain was making me see things even clearer.

“I feel fucking sick,” I mumbled as Joe’s eyes softened.

“Let’s lay off ya’ll, he doesn’t look so good,” Joe said as I felt my stomach churning even more.

“I am subconsciously insecure, they right. Sometimes I don’t think I’m not worthy of Kayla," I said actually relieved that I finally admitted it to myself.

“I saw firsthand some of the shit you went through. So, I get it, we all get it,” Sefa said as Jimmy nodded in agreement.

“How much does Kayla know about Danielle?” he asked as I sighed.

“Only that we broke up about her stealing the money, I could tell she knew it was more to the story, but she never pushed me,” I said as Joe rubbed his beard.

“Uce, you need to tell her everything and I mean everything. She deserves to know,” Sefa said as I nodded in agreement.

I’mma tell her, I just hope she listens when I do tell her.”

“You know we got ya’ back and gonna help anyway we can,” Jimmy said as we got quiet seeing Montez heading our way.

“Sorry I missed ya’ll text, Bianca had to check on some stuff and needed my help.”

“Nah, you good, Uce, it gave us a chance to have a lil family chat,” I said wondering what Kayla was doing.

Top deck

Kayla’s POV

After a good cry I dusted myself off and got ready for the day. This evening was supposed to be my first pre-birthday dinner and I was miserable sitting at the table with my girls.

“Passengers enjoy your time here in the Bahamas. Enjoy your island experience and be safe. Announcements and corresponding messages will be sent out as we grow closer to our departure time,” the announcer said as I sighed playing over my food.

“I’mma need you to snap out of this, we in the damn Bahamas,” Trin said as I took a deep breath.

“I’m pissed and I can’t help it. I mean why would he ever go near her? Does he still love her?” I asked truly trying to figure out how the hell did she even end in his arms.”

“Look, I know you’re mad but don’t let this spoil your trip. Tonight is your first birthday dinner and we all helped Jey plan it,” Cameron said as I cracked a small smile.

“Ya’ll always helping us out. What would we do without ya’ll?” I asked as Robin shrugged her shoulders and snickered.

“Catch some cases because I just knew you were gon’ throw that girl overboard last night,” she said as the rest of the girls laughed.

“It’s not funny ya’ll,” I said trying to avoid looking at them, hiding my own smile.

She better stay outta my way, I can tell you that. I always believe that you check your man, but I wanted to beat her ass so bad I could taste it.”

“She ain’t crazy, I heard when you mushed dat big ass forehead she got the hell on,” Bianca said as I laughed in spite of how I was feeling on the inside.

“She was doing all that big talk and hauled ass too quick,” Trin said as I played with my bracelet on my wrist trying to not think about beating Danielle’s ass.

“Look, go get a nap and get yourself together because we gon’ party tonight,” Robin said sensing my discomfort.

“Ok, I’ll try,” I said getting up giving them each a hug before I took that long lonely walk back to our suite.

Meliza Restaurant

Jey’s POV

“You think you slick putting that up under my girl post,” Bianca said looking at Kayla’s Instagram post and liking it.

“Look, I told no lies, she is mine,” I whispered as Kayla and Cameron walked ahead of us.

“You lucky she didn’t cuss yo’ ass out,” Sefa said as I smirked.

“She done told yo’ ass she is the visuals. You better get it together,” Montez said as we walked into the restaurant.

“I am, ya’ll just stick to the plan to get us to sit by each other,” I said as Bianca snickered. “She gon’ cuss ya’ll asses out and I can’t wait,” she said walking away and shaking her head as I fixed my tie.

“Relax man, Joe is on it, that’s why he’s walking up there with Jimmy. They plannin’ to make sure ya’ll end up beside each other,” he said as I silently prayed that she’ll love the dinner and after this maybe we could talk.

Kayla’s POV

Reservation for Fatu,” Jey said as the host smiled. “We just got everything done Mr. Fatu, and we hope it’s to your satisfaction,” he said leading us to our table.

“Oh, this is nice,” Robin whispered as I looked at Jey in disbelief everything was beautiful. No matter what was going on at the moment I was thankful.

“Thank you, everything is really beautiful,” I whispered as he smiled at me making my heart race.

“You never have to thank me baby, I love you,” he said kissing my hand as I felt some of my anger resolving but not for long as I saw everyone rushing to a seat leaving only the two chairs in the middle.

“Come on sit by me Kayla,” Cameron said as I scoffed. “Ya’ll ain’t slick, I’m not sitting by Jey tonight. Somebody gotta move,” I said as Jey sucked on his teeth.

“Your being childish,” he said as I rolled my eyes. “And you were acting single last night so I decided it’s only right to oblige you,” I said as he growled.

“I can move Kayla, come on,” Joe said waving me over as Robin slyly slid over and Jey took her seat previous seat.

“Sit down Kayla,” Jey whispered as I stood looking at him like he was crazy.

“Can I sit by you Cameron?” I asked as she got up and switched seats with me. Hearing the snickers at the table I knew Jey wasn’t giving up.

“Sefa, can we switch?” Jey asked as I raised an eyebrow at his antics.

“Fine, we can sit in the middle together. I don’t feel like playin’ musical chairs wit yo’ ass all night, but don’t talk to me Fatu,” I said going back to my original seat, wanting to knock the smile off his face.

“See how easy it is when you just cooperate,” Jey said sitting down beside me as I looked over at Bianca who silently told me to take a deep breath.

Yea, this was going to be a long ass night.

The food was excellent, and the girls did a good job in keeping me preoccupied on the dance floor. I ignored Jey but it didn’t seem to faze him. “We need to talk babe,” he whispered as I nodded knowing he was right, but I didn’t feel like it tonight.

“So, what is the plan for tomorrow?” Joe asked as I shrugged. “Maybe check out the shops and the beach,” I said Jey cleared his throat as I looked at him. “Maybe we could grab dinner on the beach and get some alone time.”

“Aww, I thought after last night you would be asking Danielle,” I said without missing a beat as he sighed. “Damn, that’s cold,” Jimmy whispered as Trin hit him on the shoulder.

“Stop making it worse,” she hissed at him as rubbed his shoulder.

Jey’s POV

“Look, we are talking after this dinner, and I mean it,” I hissed as Kayla sipped on her glass of wine with a frown. I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, I’m just frustrated as hell.

Out the corner of my eye I see the waiter approaching us carrying a glass of wine and sitting it in front of Kayla who seems perplexed.

“Uh, nobody here ordered another glass of wine,” I said as the waiter smiled.

“Compliments of the gentleman at the bar,” the waiter said pointing to a man sitting at the bar with his glass raised towards Kayla.

“Who the fuck is that and why is he sending you drinks?” I asked, pulling the glass of wine in front of me wanting to get some answers.

“I don’t know who he is, but give me back my shit,” Kayla said reaching over and taking the glass back.

“Kayla who is that?” I asked trying to keep my cool. “I don’t know but it was a nice gesture,” she said lifting her glass into the air towards the stranger before taking a sip.

“Ah, shit,” I heard Joe whisper as I shot him a look before looking back at Kayla.

“So, some random motherfucka just wants to buy you a glass of wine, huh?” I asked as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess so,” she said casually sipping her wine enjoying my discomfort.

“Hey, that’s the cutie from the club last night that bought us that round of shots,” Cameron whispered to Bianca and Robin as I sneered.

I didn’t have time to let my thoughts run away for long as he stood up and began walking towards us.

“Aye, keep your cool, ain’t nobody trying to go to jail. We ain’t in the states,” Jimmy whispered as this motherfucker stood boldly in front of Kayla and me.

He literally is eying her up and down like she’s dessert.

“I heard it was your birthday, so I ordered you a glass of wine,” he said reaching down, taking Kayla’s hand in his and placing a kiss on her hand.

“What the fuck?” I hissed as Kayla seemed confused but smiled. “Uh, well, it’s not my birthday yet, but thank you for the kind gesture,” she said as I rolled my eyes. “You are very welcome, my name is Colton,” he said as I growled.

“Ok, you can move on now Colton, this is a family dinner and you ain’t invited,” I said as Sefa touched my shoulder. “Aye, just breathe man,” Joe whispered as unclenched my fist.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Kayla is my woman, how dare he even fucking look at her.

“Could I trouble you for a dance.”

“Nah, she’s good, move on,” I said as Kayla sipped on her wine. “Sure, I would love to Colton,” she said standing up.

“So, you just gon’ act like I ain’t sitting right here, Kayla?” I asked as she looked back at me.

“Yep, just like how you acted like I wasn’t on the ship last night when you were dancing with Danielle,” she whispered as Robin and Joe cringed.

I flinched at her words but didn’t say anything, instead I watched them like a hawk as she followed him onto the dance floor.

“Uce, you need to breathe,” Jimmy said as I ignored him and looked over at Joe who seemed like he was just waiting for me to say the word.

“Go get her Joe, before I kill this mothafucka,” I hissed as Joe got up without hesitation and went over to get Kayla.

“You trippin ‘Jey,” Robin said as I growled seeing Joe coming back over without her.

“Aye, you gon’ have to handle that, Uce,” he said sitting down clearing his throat.

“What did she say?” Bianca asked as Joe sighed. “She told me she loved me, but to take my ass back to my seat. Yea, and to tell you to fuck off,” he said pointing at me.

“How bout you take your ass over there and get your own woman,” Trin said as I sucked on my teeth.

“Jimmy and Sefa go get her,” I said my eyes focused on this clown’s hands resting on her lower back as they danced.

“I don’t see why she can’t dance with him? What they doin’ is a simple two step, barely even touching. What you had going on last night was a ho bumping and grindin’ up on you and trying to kiss you,” Robin said as Joe leaned over and whispered in her ear as she rolled her eyes at me.

“I agree, it ain’t the same,” Trin said as Jimmy looked at me and I gave him the signal tuning the girls out.

“A’ight let’s go Sefa, but I ain’t trying to get cussed out,” Jimmy said as Trin shook her head. “I hope she do cuss yo’ ass out because he needs to be takin’ his ass over there and not ya’ll,” Trin said as Bianca shook her head and looked over at Montez who he held his hands up.

“I ain’t goin’ over there so don’t look at me like dat. I do got some sense,” he said as she seemed pleased with her answer.

Kayla’s POV

I want him to feel how I felt last night. If you feel how I felt last night, maybe you will think before you put yourself in these stupid positions.

“Ya’ man seemed very upset, I didn’t mean any harm,” Colton said as I nodded. “He’s really mad about something else, it has nothing to do with you. Plus, it’s just a harmless dance and I’m Kayla by the way,” I said as he smiled.

“Yes, it is, and I meant no disrespect. It’s just you looked like you could use a break and it’s nice to meet you Kayla,” he said as I smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I said as he looked over my shoulder.

“Here comes some more of your friends,” he whispered as I rolled my eyes. I knew it was Sefa and Jimmy

“Uh, sis, Jey wants to holla at you right quick,” Jimmy said gently touching my shoulder as Colton cleared his throat and stepped back.

“I don’t give a damn what he wants Jimmy.”

“Let’s get some air sis, tensions are high, and we just need to cool off. Uce, is feeling some type of way-” Sefa started as I interrupted him.

“Tell your brother I’m a grown ass woman and I don’t give a damn how he’s feeling. He can kiss my ass for all I care, now relay that message,” I whispered to him so Colton nor Jimmy could hear me.

Sefa nodded, rubbing his hand over his beard before walking back towards our table with Jimmy in tow.

The anger that flashed across Jey’s face as Sefa relayed the message didn’t frighten me at all as he stood up and began walking towards us.

“Look, Imma head out, my friends are back,” Colton said pointing at two guys standing by the entrance as they smiled and waved.

“I think it’s best,” I said waving back at them as Colton nodded.

“Have a good rest of your trip, and Happy Birthday Kayla.”

“Thank you and the same to you,�� I said as Jey casually tapped him on the shoulder before we could go our separate ways.

“Sorry to cut in, but it’s my turn,” Jey said grabbing my hand, pulling me to him before Colton could even respond.

Reading the room, Colton held his hands up in surrender. “She’s all yours big guy, I was just about to leave anyway,” he said as Jey smirked at him.

“I’m glad you realize that, now take yo’ ass on,” Jey said as I shook my head. “Bye Colton and thanks,” I said as he smiled and waved before walking back over to his friends as Jey wore a deep frown.

“That was rude,” I said as he scoffed. “Yea, it was rude and I don’t give a fuck. You really think I was gon’ let that shit ride, another man trying to push up on you, fuck you thought was gon’ happen.”

“Jey, I’m a grown ass woman,” I hissed as he licked his lips caressing my hips.

“Yea, you are and I’m a grown ass man. So, I don’t mind coming to get my woman,” Jey said as I smiled.

“Oh, really, because I wasn’t aware I was your woman because you damn sure seemed to have a lapse of memory last night,” I said as he pulled me closer.

“Look, I get it, Kay. I hurt you, but when are you going to actually listen to me and let me explain,” he said as I pushed him away.

“When you actually understand how that shit made me feel and want to have a real conversation about why you even put yourself in that kind of position to begin with, especially with her, and speak of the devil, there she is.”

“What are you talking about?” he whispered as I pointed to the entrance and there stood Danielle with a smirk.

“Let’s just go Kayla, it ain’t worth it.”

“No, I ain’t going nowhere, this is my night. That bitch can leave,” I said as Danielle, and I stared each other down from across the room.

Sefa’ POV

“I know this isn’t happening,” I whispered seeing Danielle and hearing Cameron’s sharp intake of breath.

“I’mma beat this bitch ass,” Bianca said as Montez shushed her.

“Don’t shush me….I’m just sayin’ she got one time and she mine,” Bianca said as he tried to calm her down.

“All the places on this fuckin’ island and she’s here,” Robin said as Joe seemed speechless. “It’s the audacity for me,” Trin said as Jimmy nodded.

“Damn, she really just thinks she can do what she wants,” Jimmy said as Kayla and Jey came and sat back down.

“Boo, you ready to go?” Robin asked as Kayla laughed.

“Nah, I’m about to beat her ass and then we can leave.”

“Excuse me, what?” Jey asked as Kayla took off her earrings.

“You heard me, I’m bout to beat her motherfuckin’ ass, and then we can leave,” Kayla said louder as Bianca smirked.

“That’s my girl, whoop dat bitch ass. She been playin’ in your face like she ain’t got no sense.”

“Maybe we should just leave,” Joe said as Danielle walked in front of Jey and Kayla.

“Joe, I love you for trying to be the voice of reason, but she got this one coming,” Trin whispered as I saw Kayla shift in her seat wearing a smile.

Danielle had just walked into the lion’s den and didn’t even know it.

Kayla’s POV

“Aww, Jey you still going all out for special occasions I see,” Danielle said picking up a glass from off the table as I smirked at her, as Jey was livid.

“Leave Danielle-” Jey hissed as I interrupted him.

“Jey, don’t say another word, I got it. Danielle, let me holla at you on the terrace,” I said standing up with my glass a wine as everyone looked on almost scared to move.

“Oou, you in danger girl, and don’t even know it,” Trin whispered as I smiled, playing it cool.

“Sure, I see no reason as to why we can’t have a conversation like grown women,” she said heading towards the terrace as Jey stood up.

“Kayla, baby, I can-”

“Your not needed for this conversation,” I said as his eyes pleaded with me to not do anything crazy.

“I’m fine….It’s cool,” I said giving his hand a comforting squeeze before following her onto the terrace and closing the door behind me.

The waves crashing upon the shore represented my own anger that was raging inside me as we were finally standing face to face.

Her smugness pissing me off, but I couldn’t let it show. I needed answers first, and after that….. Oh, I’mma beat dat ass for the 9-9- and the 2000’s.

“I’m glad we could talk after last night,” Danielle said as I nodded.

“After last night, I was so crazy angry. I was wondering what I’d do if I saw you again. I mean would I just lose control and beat yo’ ass on site.” I said as Danielle backed up slightly holding her hands up.

“Now, you said we were going to talk,” Danielle said as I smiled.

“You know I even dreamed about throwing your ass overboard last night,” I said casually taking a sip of my wine as she seemed nervous.

“So, are we going to talk, or are you going to keep threatening me.”

“We are talking Danielle, but let’s be real…..I don’t know you, but let me make it crystal clear. Stay away from Jey, or we’re gonna have a problem,” I said as she smirked.

“Oh, so you speak for him now. Man, where did he find you, Ms. Perfect?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, but it’s none of your business. Danielle, why did you show up here?” I asked truly curious.

“Well, you are the longest relationship he’s been in since we broke up four years ago. I’m trying to figure out what makes you so damn special,” she said as I shook my head, this bitch was asking for it.

“I speak life into him and I’m actually there for him. Something, you didn’t do, apparently,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

“Look, Jey knew he couldn’t do better than me, so he was ok with it. Normally he realizes the error of his ways and then we fall right back into our routine within a month. It’s just takin’ us a little longer this time,” Danielle said as I looked at her like she was crazy.

“It’s been four years!” I shouted as she sneered at me. “Like you are delusional as fuck. Baby, it’s been over between you and Jey. It was over a year before I even came in the picture.”

“I’m not delusional, I’m speaking facts.”

The more she rambled, the more things started to make sense. She was a toxic ass narcissist, emotionally abusive, and God knows what else and in that moment of realization, I saw red.

“You made his life a living hell, didn’t you?” I whispered as she smiled.

Yea, I’m done talking now. Without hesitation, I flicked my glass of wine in her face as she gasped in shock.

“That was for showing your fuckin’ face here,” I said as she tried to wipe her face off with her hands. “You fuckin’ bitch,” she said whispered through gritted teeth.

“Yea, that’s me, and don’t you forget it.” Rearing back, I punched her in the face, as she collapsed to the ground holding her jaw.

“That one was for Jey,” I said as she used the railing for support to pull herself up. “I’m going to kill you,” she whispered as I tackled her, our momentum causing us both to go over the railing, and onto the sand.

The force of our landing knocking the wind knocked out of both. “Shit!” I hissed, rubbing the back of my head momentarily, but regained my senses seeing Danielle trying to run away.

Shaking the cobwebs loose, I kicked off my heels and grabbed her by the leg “Nah, you been talkin’ all dat shit, what’s good!” I yelled slanging her back down onto the sand.

“Ah! Your crazy!” Danielle screamed as I climbed on top of her punching anywhere I could as she tried to block my fists with her arms.

“Bitch you gon’ learn today, this ain’t what you want!”

Jey’s POV

The loud crash was enough for us all to run onto the terrace to see what the hell was going on.

There was Kayla on top of Danielle in the sand unloading on her ass as Danielle was screaming trying to cover herself up.

“Uce, get her ass before they call the damn cops,” Sefa hissed as we both jumped over the rail running to separate the girls.

“Kay, come on that’s enough,” I said pulling her off of Danielle as she kept a tight grip on her hair.

“Let go! Let go!” Danielle screamed as Sefa pried Kayla’s hands out of her hair, but not before Kayla broke her other arm free from my grasp and punched Danielle a couple times on the back of the head.

“Damn! You can’t get her, Jey!” Joe yelled as Jimmy was helping him get ahold of Danielle.

“I got her! Ya’ll just get her ass outta here!” I yelled as Kayla tried to break free.

“You bitch! This ain’t over!” Danielle screamed as Jimmy and Joe were dragging her away.

“You damn right it ain’t, cause’ every time I see you, it’s on-site bitch!” Kayla yelled struggling against me as the girls came over to help calm her down.

“Calm down, Kayla, you got her, and it’s done,” Trin said as Kayla finally stopped fighting against me.

“I got you, just calm down baby. It’s over, alright,” I whispered as Kayla turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as the girls surrounded her, pushing me away in the process before I could respond.

“Ya’ll take her and get her cleaned up,” Sefa said as Montez picked up Kayla’s shoes up the ground and handed them to Cameron.

“I’ll go check on Joe and Jimmy,” Montez said as I nodded feeling a migraine coming on. All this was my fault….

“I’ll go pay so we can head back to the ship,” I said just feeling defeated watching the girls comforting Kayla when it should have been me.

Yep, night two official had gone to shit.

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part of the family - d.a.

Dain Aetos x marked!reader The marked ones have been your only family since your parents were executed — until now. [request] words: 3.7k 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS. she/her afab reader in an established (but secret) relationship with Dain, descriptions of fainting and loss of vision, talk of contraceptives, periods, and pregnancy, you love Dain but he still has his problems (you’ll see), featuring bestie Bodhi (who is the captain of this ship lmao) and older (foster) bro Garrick. went totally overboard on this one but like. girl dad dain 🥺🥰

You slip into the meeting quietly, pressing yourself against the wall -- most assembly gatherings are open to any who wish to attend, but you’d rather them not know you’re here.

Xaden stands before the elders, in the thick of an argument that is very obviously about Dain.

“He’s clearly here as a spy. Why else would he side with us?”

You can’t hold back your response. “Because I showed him everything. Resson, Liam, the wyvern, the fliers, the dagger drops… all of it.”

So much for staying incognito. All heads turn to you, different emotions on their faces. Xaden looks as if you’ve stabbed him. Two of the elders look like they want to kill you where you stand. You can’t quite read the look on Brennan’s face.

“I say we confine her with him,” one says, eyeing you with contempt. “She is clearly a danger to the movement, if she was willing to take such a risk.”

You step forward to address them properly. “It was a calculated risk,” you say carefully. “Of all the marked Tyrrish, I am the one he trusts most. And I was prepared to kill him, had he not changed his mind about us.”

“Does he know that?” Xaden asks.

“No,” you answer, ashamed. You still don’t know if you could have gone through with it — could have lifted the dagger you’d held behind your back while he watched the last year’s events through your eyes and struck true, stopped the heart of the man you love.

Acid rises in your throat at the thought. You swallow it back down, continuing. “He may have hurt us in the past, but he was not raised as we were. A hundred others we brought with us can attest to the history that he was taught, the side of the story he was led to believe until I showed him otherwise.”

The assembly is silent.

You lower your head, unable to look at them. “Lock me up if you wish, kill me if you must. All I ask is that you spare his life.”

Brennan is the first to soften — he knows Dain, regarded him as a younger brother for years. That and the fact that you’re willing to die for the boy is evidence enough for him. “Very well. He may join the rest of us and keep his position as wingleader.”

Nobody dares to disagree with him.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You bow to them, taking your leave.

It’s easy enough to swipe a plate of food from the kitchens, carrying it up to the room Dain has been locked in all weekend. The guard posted outside sees the mark on your arm, letting you enter without question.

At least two people in this fortress still trust you.

Dain’s head snaps up when the door opens, visibly relaxing as he sees it’s you.

You set the plate aside, moving to embrace him for the first time in days.

“Hi, my love,” he says softly, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hi,” you sniff, eyes watering.

You had told the assembly that you were prepared to kill him, but now that you’re in his arms, you know that you could never do anything to hurt him, no matter what he had decided.

Your tears are falling steadily now — you’ve cried nearly every day these last few weeks, constantly overwhelmed with emotion. You climb into his lap, needing him close.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothes, resting his hand on the side of your neck and stroking his thumb over your pulse. This is the closest he’ll come to touching your face since the night he discovered his signet — save for the other day, when you’d taken his hand in yours and pressed it to your cheek, showing him everything.

You’d cracked open your heart for him, spread it onto the table and let him see it all, and he had stood and watched, seen the other side of the story. It had hurt him then, to realize that you’d hidden all of this from him for almost two years, but the warm saltwater dripping onto his hand had snapped him out of it quickly.

He wants to dry your tears again now, to brush them away with a gentle sweep of his finger, but he won’t cross that line with you again. He can’t.

“I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too,” you answer, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand.

He shushes you softly, holding you closer. There’s a moment of calm quiet, the two of you just breathing each other in.

“I told them,” you say in a cracked whisper, unable to keep it from him any longer. “I told the assembly that I showed you everything.”

His eyes widen. “Why did you…?”

“I couldn’t stand silent while they talked about you that way. I convinced them that you are truly our ally, that it wasn’t your fault that you were taught only one side of the story.”

He leans down to rest his forehead against yours, your noses brushing. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” you reply. “For doing the right thing. I don’t think I could have bared to leave without you.”

He smiles softly. “I would follow you anywhere, my love.”

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You are so sick of this hike, and you aren’t even halfway done. For team-building, the leadership had said. Yeah, right. You feel like you’ve been herding a pack of wild animals all morning.

“If we press on for twenty minutes, there’s another flat section,” Bodhi explains, showing you the map that Brennan had given you.

You can’t hear the rest of his explanation through the ringing in your ears, the map blurring at the edges. You blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision, but it’s no use — the tiny black spots won’t go away.

“Hey,” Bodhi prods, waving a hand, “are you hearing me?”

“Give me a minute,” you pant, reaching out to touch the wall of rock behind you. Your legs feel too heavy, your upper body too light — your heart is racing, but the beats feel too shallow.

Something is wrong.

“You should sit,” he and your dragon offer at once.

You shift your left leg, moving to lower yourself to the ground, and the black spots grow until you can’t see anything. You lose the last of your balance, crumpling into the dirt.

Bodhi stops your head from hitting the rocks just in time.

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You don’t remember how you got here, nor much of the physical exam; don’t know if it took five minutes or an hour, but the healer is incredibly gentle with you; speaking softly, giving you water to drink and medicine to take, encouraging you to rest.

You shut your eyes, but you can’t bring yourself to sleep, not when the rest of your friends are still out climbing that mountain, crossing a trail littered with death traps.

“They’re doing just fine,” Cosa soothes. “They’ll be back faster if you sleep.”

You feel much better when you wake up.

The sun is starting to set. You must have been out for hours.

The healer comes back a few minutes later with Dain in tow. You reach for him instantly, relieved to see him in one piece. He stands at the side of the bed, wrapping an arm around you and letting you lean into his side.

“It could be a circulation issue, but since it hasn’t happened before, I’d say it was likely just dehydration and overexertion,” the healer explains.

That’s probably it. You were too busy making sure your section was moving quickly enough, that they were avoiding the traps and staying out of trouble. You’d spent your two rest breaks preventing the riders and fliers from coming to blows, having to physically restrain one of the first-years. Your jaw still aches from where you’d taken an elbow to the face in the process.

“There’s another thing,” she says, hesitating as she looks between you and Dain, appearing to debate if she can say this in front of him -- whatever it is, it clearly isn’t good.

Dain takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and looking up at her, waiting.

You nod in permission.

She overcomes her nerves, spitting it out. “You’re… expecting.”

The air in the room stills completely as you take in the information, the soft tick of the clock on the wall the only indication that time hasn’t frozen solid.

“I’ll give you two a minute,” she says quietly, darting out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

You still haven’t moved. You’ve forgotten how to speak.

“Breathe, love,” Dain soothes, rubbing your back. The warmth of his hand brings you out of your stunned haze.

You take in a lungful of air, letting it out slowly.

There’s no denying it, no pleading innocence or wondering how this could have possibly happened — it makes total sense, even through your dull headache and the fog still clouding your mind.

You’ve spent two nights a week in his bed for the last year and a half, and you haven’t had one cup of contraceptive tea since you arrived at Riorson house, or in the month before that either — you’d been out in the field every weekend for your third-year classes.

You’d missed a period or two, but you had chalked it up to the stress of your responsibilities as a section leader and the final straws that had led half the quadrant to desert with you. It would definitely not have been the first time that Basgiath had messed with your cycle; hardly any of the girls in your year got their period until after Threshing.

“Talk to me,” Dain coaxes quietly, looking at you with softness in his eyes.

“Why are you not freaking out right now?” You ask after a moment.

He manages a soft laugh. “I am, but I know you are too, and I’m more worried about you right now.”

You blow out a breath. “I don’t know how we’re gonna do this. None of our friends have kids. My parents are dead, and yours…”

“Have probably already disowned me for being here,” he finishes for you, shrugging, but you can tell it hurts.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, guilt tugging at you. Had he stayed behind, he would have been able to keep them, he’d still have the thing you’ve desired most for six years now.

But then you’d be completely alone in raising this child.

The thought sends a sharp spike of fear into your chest. You’ve already lost so many friends in your two years at Basgiath, and you’re headed straight for a war, fighting against dark magic that none of you really understand. What if Dain doesn’t make it through?

“We’ll figure it out,” he reassures you, “together.”

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Dain doesn’t leave your side all night, keeping one hand on you whenever he can. He treats you like a princess, going so far as to kneel down to lace your boots for you in the morning, despite your quiet insistence that you could do it yourself.

You’re prepared to resume your usual routine; strict professionalism by day, gentle words and soft touches after dark, but he takes your hand, walking down the hall with you to the mess for breakfast.

You get shocked looks from a few of your classmates, but it’s nice being able to be seen with him for once instead of keeping the two of you a secret. Not that you’d be able to for very much longer, anyway — two is quickly going to become three.

It takes all of five minutes for your friends to spot you.

“I called it!” Bodhi exclaims, elbowing Imogen.

“I already knew,” Imogen says, unamused.

You’re deathly still, heart racing.

Dain rests a hand on your lower back as he speaks. “Knew what?”

“About you two hooking up. Do you have any idea how many times you idiots have shown up to morning formation with your shoes untied, wearing each other’s knives?”

You laugh at her bluntness — you thought you’d been slick, always arriving to class five minutes apart and from different directions, avoiding eye contact at all costs… evidently not.

“You two look good together,” Bodhi decides. “It’s weird, but it’s cute.”

You sigh in relief. Bodhi is the one that you knew you could count on to be nice about this; the one you’ve wanted to tell about you and Dain for months now.

Dain blinks. “Why are you guys being so chill right now?”

“Do you not want me to be chill?” Imogen challenges, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I just… I was expecting the shovel talk. You know, the whole “I’ve got a sword and a shovel and I know how to use both” thing?”

“Oh, that’s Garrick’s job,” she supplies, almost too cheerfully. “And I think he’ll be a little more detailed than that.”

Dain pales, realizing that your foster brother likely won’t be as calm about this as your friends — and that there’s another very important thing that you’ll have to tell him, too.

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll be there to hold him back.”

Imogen nearly gags at the sight, but straightens her face quickly enough. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” you respond, smiling for the first time this week.

Maybe this won’t go as terribly as you’d thought.

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Word travels fast in the rider’s quadrant.

Garrick approaches you in the main hall that afternoon.

You begin the speech you’d rehearsed in your head all morning. “I need to talk to you about something. I-”

He raises a hand, and you fall silent. “Bo already told me, and he made sure I was unarmed for this conversation.”

You let out a sigh of relief — he’s missing his two longswords and the array of daggers he normally keeps strapped to his body.

If you survive the next seven months, you’ll name Bodhi the kid’s godfather for this act alone.

You still place yourself in front of Dain as subtly as you can as Garrick starts a speech of his own.

“You’re an adult, and you can make your own decisions. It’s not my place to tell you what to do off the battlefield. Even if I did, I know you wouldn’t hear it. You’ve always been your own person; it’s one of the things I admire about you.”

You’re actually touched.

“Do you love him?” He asks, looking over at the wingleader, who has remained uncharacteristically silent, probably too terrified to speak.

“I do,” you answer, smiling softly. “I have for two years now.”

Garrick believes you.

It’s clear that the words pain him, but he says them anyway; “Welcome to the family, Aetos.”

Dain extends a hand to shake. “Thank you.”

Garrick takes it, gripping it hard enough to hurt as he tugs him forward, clapping his other hand onto the younger man’s shoulder. “Know that if you ever do anything to hurt her, you’ll be answering to me and me alone.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Dain says, and the Lieutenant knows that he means it.

Garrick leaves before you can work up the courage to tell him the other news.

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Dozens of riders pass by, ready to head to the flight field and assume their positions — but Dain keeps you locked in place.

“You really expect me to stand idle while you and all of our friends fight for their lives? I should be out there with them!” You huff. You’re ready to fight, fully dressed and heavily armed, and you couldn’t give a damn what he thinks.

“Absolutely not,” Dain says. “I won’t let you risk it.”

You bristle. “That isn’t your call, and you know it!”

“What are you two bickering about at this hour?” Garrick asks, one eyebrow raised.

You cross your arms over your chest, looking at your brother like a child tattling to their schoolteacher. “Please explain to the wingleader that we’re at war, and that he can’t just bench me whenever he feels like it. I’m a grown woman, and I can decide what is and isn’t safe for myself.”

“But it isn’t just you we’re talking about here,” Dain says quietly, genuine hurt in his voice.

You’re silent. Dain has a point — you don’t want to admit it, but he has a point.

Garrick doesn’t follow. “What is he going on about?”

Dain looks at you, standing his ground. “If you won’t tell him, I will.”

Your heart drops. Is he really going to force your hand here?

You have to tell Garrick eventually — you can’t keep this a secret much longer. You decide to rip the bandage off, turning to face your foster brother, though you can’t seem to raise your voice above a whisper as you speak. “Please don’t freak out, but…”

His eyes drop to the hand you have placed over your stomach, a nervous habit you’ve developed in the last week, and he puts it together before you can say the words aloud, lunging toward Dain — he’s going to kill him.

You jump between them, wrapping your arms around Garrick tightly and planting your feet to the floor, pushing him back.

He relaxes at your touch, unfolding the fist that was aimed for Dain’s jaw and resting his hand flat on your back; he could never hurt you, especially not now.

“Please don’t be mad at him,” you say into his shoulder, your eyes still squeezed shut. “This is as much my fault as it is his. We’re both adults, we knew that this could happen, but we acted anyway, and now we’re facing the consequences, together.”

Dain nods in agreement behind you. “I have every intention of marrying your sister and spending the rest of my life with her after this is over.”

You turn back to look at him, stunned.

He's never told you that before. You’d never discussed life beyond graduation — had lost too many of your friends over the years to make any promises about the future, and there was never any guarantee that you’d be stationed together after graduating, either.

“If she’ll have me, that is,” he adds, nervous.

You nod, letting go of Garrick and moving to hug Dain, hiding your face in his neck.

“Are you… crying?” Garrick asks.

“Of course I’m crying,” you sniff. “It’s the hormones.”

Dain laughs, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love you, and I’m sorry for overreacting. If you want to fight with us, I won’t stop you.”

“Love you too,” you say quietly.

“Holy shit,” Bodhi breathes from across the room. “I’m gonna be an uncle?”

Oh, gods.

“Congratulations,” he grins at you before running off. “Hey guys! Guess what?”

Three seconds pass, and then there’s a loud “What the fuck?” from down the hall — that can only be Imogen.

You laugh through your tears as the ruckus continues, the rest of the marked ones reacting to the news one by one.

“At least we won’t have to tell everyone ourselves,” Dain jokes, still holding you. “Bodhi will have informed the entire army by noon.”

Garrick shakes his head, laughing too, but he sobers up quickly enough. “The circumstances may be shitty, but this kid is going to have two dozen aunts and uncles who will protect them with their life.”

“And a riot of dragons,” Cosa adds. “We will care for your young like one of ours.”

Dain is right -- you’ll figure this out together; all of you.

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“A perfect baby girl,” the older of the two healers tells you, smiling warmly.

You sigh in relief, resting back against the pillows and loosening your grip on Dain’s hand.

He presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, murmuring soft praises; how strong you are, how amazing you were…

“Hi, pretty girl,” the healer coos down at her. “Let’s meet mom and dad, hm?”

It finally sets in for both of you, that you two are mom and dad now — you’re parents.

She slowly transfers the babe into your arms. You’ve never held anything this carefully in your life; afraid to move or breathe, utterly silent.

A tiny hand wiggles free from the blanket, fingers grasping at the air.

“She’s so little,” Dain whispers in awe, extending a finger. She’s quick to wrap her hand around it, latching on to him.

He looks like he’s going to cry.

“She’s not marked,” you breathe.

You’re the first of the marked ones to have a child of your own, and while you knew it was probably irrational, your biggest worry over the last six months — aside from the venin and wyvern or anything terrible happening to you or your friends — was that you would somehow pass down your relic to her, that she would live her whole life with others instantly assuming the worst of her.

“She’s free to be whatever she wants to be,” Dain says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “She won’t be forced into conscription like we were.”

You still haven’t decided on a name -- until now.

“Saoirse Álainn,” you say softly. “It means beautiful freedom, in the old language.”

“Saoirse Álainn,” he repeats, still gazing down at her. “I like that.”

She’s beautiful indeed — the best of both of you; the gentle warmth of her father’s skin and a dusting of his dark brown hair, your eyes and nose.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, “for showing me that what I’d been taught was wrong, and giving me the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

You can’t help but melt into him, the exhaustion finally starting to overtake you. It’s been a long night — you’d woken up around two in the morning and realized what was happening, quickly rousing Dain, who carried you down here. It’s almost noon now, soft June sun filtering through the drapes.

“I got her. You should sleep.”

He takes Saorise from you gently, careful to support her head like the healers had taught you as he cradles her in his arms.

The tiny girl makes a soft sound of complaint at the movement, but quickly relaxes, content to fall asleep against his chest.

“Get some rest, my girls,” he whispers. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

#dain aetos #dain aetos x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #mine

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kittyball23 · 7 months

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Lullaby (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: On the way to their first destination, the Trolls have a brief campout for the night

A/N: An idea by FandomKingdomGirl on AO3 as well as @pixarchan :)

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Nobody realized how much of a distance it was to their first stop, until the sky began to turn a gradient sunset color, and then gave way into night.

They had set out in the morning, traveling all day without rest, and it had taken its toll on the caterbus. Rhonda stretched out each of her four green legs and then flopped down on the ground, letting out a great big yawn. John Dory seated himself next to her and patted her fondly, the caterbus letting out a happy little purr in response.

Poppy in the meantime had nursed a fire, supplying wood to it so that it continued to keep them each warm. Sleeping bags were being set up by Branch around it, so they could all turn in for the night and be readily re-energized once tomorrow came.

“Ooo,” Tiny Diamond said, seeing the setup. “Are we gonna be telling scary stories?”

“No,” Poppy shook her head. “We’re gonna go to sleep.”

“What?” Tiny said, like he couldn’t believe it.

“It’s way past your bedtime,” the Pop Queen said matter-of-factly.

“A man doesn’t need bedtime!” Tiny Diamond pouted, crossing his arms.

“Oh, yes you do!” Poppy said. “How else are you gonna grow up to be big and strong?”

“Aunt Poppy, I’m already big and strong, see?” He flexed the teeny little muscles he had on his arms and Poppy sighed.

Branch could tell she was tired. With how energetic she was throughout the day, it all came crashing down at night. A fussy child was not something she would rather deal with right now when there was a nice, comfortable slumber awaiting her. So Branch stepped in to help.

“Proud of your boy

I'll make you proud of your boy

Believe me, bad as I've been, Ma

You're in for a pleasant surprise,

I've wasted time

I've wasted me

So say I'm slow for my age

A late bloomer, Okay, I agree…”

Branch sang just loud enough so that it could be heard over the crackling of the flames, and other nature sounds around them. Poppy glanced at him with delighted surprise, always charmed to hear his voice, but Tiny Diamond wasn’t sharing her sentiments exactly.

“A lullaby?” he said. “Nice try, but that never - “ He broke off, yawning suddenly, and realizing that it just might be working. Seeing that it was, Branch continued.

“That I've been one rotten kid

Some son, some pride and some joy

But I'll get over these lousin' up

Messin' up, screwin' up times

You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part

Someone's gonna make good

Cross his stupid heart

Make good and finally make you

Proud of your boy…”

It was clear that Tiny was falling to the sleeping spell, with the way he was bobbing his head and trying really hard not to let his eyes get too droopy. But he was being stubborn. He still had his glittery arms crossed and was sitting up straight. But Branch didn’t let it deter him.

“Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer

You won't get a fight here, no ma'am

Say I'm a goldbrick, a good-off, no good

But that couldn't be all that I am

Water flows under the bridge

Let it pass, let it go

There's no good reason that you should believe me

Not yet, I know, but…”

Poppy sighed in admiration, her hands tucked under her chin and her eyes dilated. He was so captivating when he sang. That voice of his was something special, a gift from the heavens that bore much talent. It was no longer anything new to her, but it was to someone else who hadn’t heard his singing voice for nearly two decades.

John Dory was just about to snooze against his pet caterbus, when Branch’s singing had made him perk right up. It sounded totally bro-dacious! Not realizing it, his jaw had dropped and his eyes had gone wide as the realization came to him. That was Baby Branch, the little infant who was only an inch tall and who’d sang there on stage next to him when he was a teenager, with a voice that was still developing in strength and uniqueness. Clearly, Branch hadn’t given up singing, and he seemed to have perfected his vocals so stunningly in the years he was on his own…

… years that John Dory was absent for.

A guilt suddenly came upon the teal Troll. He began to think back to how he’d greeted Branch back at the wedding earlier that day, as if no years had passed by, as though it was just another day up to their brotherly antics, when it obviously wasn’t the case. There were many years in between, years where he could’ve seen Branch grow into that lovely voice, and helped guide him there vocally. That was no longer possible… not without a time machine, which, didn’t exist of course.

Still, he wondered if there was a way to make amends to that bond…

“Someday and soon

I'll make you proud of your boy

Though I can't make myself taller

Or smatter or handsome or wise…”

John Dory had taken a leap of faith in joining in on the song, hoping that Branch wouldn’t get upset. Branch did not stop singing, but he did look over in surprise at his brother. A part of him was annoyed. He hadn’t wanted JD to sing with him. He wanted to sing with him only when the time required it, when they had already retrieved Spruce and Clay and were ready to do the perfect Family Harmony to free Floyd. But he couldn’t stop himself now. It would break the serene melody that was finally making Tiny shut his eyes for good, the fight in him to stay awake lost.

“I'll do my best, what else can I do?

Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you

Mom, I will try to

Try hard to make you

Proud of your boy…”

Both brothers sang, and Branch felt a little spark inside him once they’d concluded. It hadn’t sounded awful. It had sounded pretty good, and John Dory was beaming at him. Branch didn’t scowl at him. He didn’t smile just yet, but he wasn’t frowning or huffing either. He was just looking at him with the slightest hint of appreciation.It wasn’t much, but it was just enough for JD to get that vibe that things could be amended. They weren’t beyond repair - they could still be put right.

Poppy was bubbly with joy as she grabbed the sleeping baby and tucked him into one of the sleeping bags. Tiny smiled in his sleep and cuddled the blanket close to him, sucking his thumb. She then turned her gaze to Branch and JD, and could see the expressions on their faces. They’re going to be great friends by the end of this trip! Poppy thought to herself, looking forward to when she would see her boyfriend and his brother pal around, singing songs and hugging and dancing like they had years before.

Branch broke his gaze away first, and he glanced around them. “Wait… where am I gonna sleep?”

Poppy cocked her head. “Huh?” She looked down, and suddenly realized the predicament. Poppy had placed Tiny in Branch’s sleeping bag, and by the looks of it, the Trolling seemed far too comfortable to be moved. Aside from John Dory’s sleeping bag, which he was already settled into, there was only Poppy’s pink one.

“Ohhh… oops,” the Pop Queen said, biting her lip in contemplation.

“Hmm,” JD thought, and then he snapped his fingers as he thought of a perfect solution. “Say, why don’tcha sleep together!”

“WHAT?!”

John Dory reared back as the two Trolls yelled in shock back at him. “Whoa, chill, alright? I just thought the sleeping bag looked big enough to fit ya,” he explained. “What’d you think I meant?”

As Poppy’s face turned red with a blush, Branch already began to walk off. “You know what? I, uh, I can just gather some leaves and moss and stuff and I’ll just make myself a pile to sleep on, okay? Okay!” He hurried off.

“But won’t that be uncomfortable?” John Dory called after him.

“NOPE!” came the strained reply.

JD was confused when Poppy too didn’t want to speak anymore. “Well, goodnight!” she squeaked, quickly tucking herself into the pink sleeping bag and making sure to turn her face away from his.

John Dory exchanged a baffled look with Rhonda. “Was it something I said?”

Rhonda only shrugged.

__________________________________________ A/N: Song is "Proud of Your Boy" from the Aladdin musical 🎶

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks #branch trolls #poppy trolls #john dory #tiny diamond #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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jacobsbigmelons · 9 months

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Jacob x male reader who is Emma's brother and reader has had a crush on him since they showed up

Jacob Custos x Male Reader

Sibling Beauty

cw: fluff, playful sibling teasing, Emma peer pressuring reader to a degree but nothing crazy. Emma being a big sister (reader was born like 2 minutes after Emma so she’s taking the big sister role lmao) and we love her for it. Jacob being the dumb himbo he is but we love him, and Emma and Jacob not being a thing as well el oh el.

“So when we’re you going to tell me you like Jacob hm?” Emma said as she playfully nudged herself into you as you guys were walking back from the trail, the rest of the councilors more up ahead so no worries about anyone overhearing you guys. “I have no clue what you’re talking about, besides even if I did like Jacob he’s so out of my league.” You said kicking a few rogue pebbles away from you.

“Oh please it’s so obvious you like him, you literally offered to carry his hydration bag knowing you would struggle. No offense but long walks even back home weren’t your strong suit.” Emma glared at you, her statement coming off not hurtful, I mean she was right you kinda outdid yourself offering to hold something so heavy for such a long walk but she didn’t need to know that.

“Well excuse me, didn’t think i’d be getting flamed by my own sibling, you’re a bitch y’know that, and for the record I was doing it out of the kindness of my heart, you should learn a thing or two about that.” You replied back, your poker face keeping Emma’s accusations (which weren’t wrong) at bay for at least a little bit.

“Everything I do for you and I get called a bitch?!” You scoffed at Emma’s hurt comment knowing she doesn’t care in the slightest, you’ve called each other worse things after all. “If I didn’t know better you sound adamant on defending the fact you don’t like Jacob, you must like having his name in your mouth huh?” Emma knew exactly what she was doing and as good as your facade was able to keep up, the heat in your cheeks and the rare drop of sweat was blowing your cover.

“It’s not like I talk about him 24/7 geez.” You rolled your eyes realizing last second you left yourself open to an obvious comeback. “But you do talk about him…maybe not everyday no but you seem to like talking about him, if not to me maybe Dylan, or Abby.” Emma giggled at her words as you annoyingly sighed as you picked up the pace, you knew your sister was just gonna keep bringing up every little thing until you break your defenses.

At least you thought you’d be safe before a familiar ear jerking voice caught your attention as he was calling you, it was Jacob. You looked back as Emma slowly but surely caught up as you stopped so Jacob could walk with you. “Hey man, look thanks again for holding onto my bag, never got to actually thank you for that.” He patted his hand on your back as a sign of gratitude but to Emma it was all the evidence she needed.

You didn’t care at this point, she was already seeing everything and your very clear change in personality was more then enough to prove her point. “Uh…ye-yeah, anytime Jake…anytime.” You fidgeted with your hands as they patted your thighs, a way to try and ignore the man you’ve been crushing on since you’ve arrived at this camp. Thought he was making it very hard. “Look uh, how long until we get back to the cabins? My legs hurt so mu-“ You were cut off by the feeling of an arm pulling you closer to the big jock next to you.

“Y’know my brother would be down to hike with you, he loved going on walks and such back home.” You couldn’t believe what your sister was telling your crush, you didn’t want to subject yourself to all that pain in your legs but if it meant you had more of a chance you’ll let her do her thing. “Hell yeah bro, you and your sis can come hiking with me after summers done or something like that” Jacob said, his smile imprinting itself in your head, god you’re a mess. “Oh sorry I don’t really do hikes, it was already tough for today but-“ Emma tried to remove herself from the invitation before Jacob interrupted her “Oh nah nah it’s cool, we can just go on a smaller hike or maybe just a walk” You glared at your sister as she stared right back “Don’t act like you’re the one who doesn’t do the hiking” you whispered as you nudged her right back from earlier, yet all she did was scoff.

Eventually the group returned to the cabins as all the kids were separated into their own cabins as the counselors returned to their own places to rest. Though Emma pulled you aside before you got close to your own cabin. “Hey hold up” she said calling out to you before you stepped away to your cabin. “You gonna make a move or something? Guy is an absolute beefcake.” you both stood in front of each other, arms crossed thinking what to do, or at least you were. At this point all you could do was agree instead of play the fool, you didn’t deny anything after your run in with Jacob.

“I don’t know dude, what if he’s straight? What if he’s homophobic dude? think of that hm?” A slight sassy tone lacing your words. “Y/N, he’s not homophobic. If he was he would’ve probably been shit talking Dylan from day one, it’s obvious he enjoys a good man and Jacob hasn’t done anything so you should just go and do it. Even if he says no you at least sent your shot” She rested her hand on your shoulder, there weren’t many times when she would be super serious about this stuff but now is one of those times.

“it’s just-“ you tried to speak before Emma stopped you once more, “if you don’t take your shot, someone else will then you’ll be all up in your head about how you regret what you did.” Emma spoke up as her hands cupped your cheeks, if she wasn’t being 100% she definitely was now, and all you could do was rest one of your hands on top of hers. “So go get him before you miss out” You didn’t think about that, you didn’t think how you might have no chance if someone else goes for Jacob.

You left each other with a genuine hug before you entered the cabins which Jacob was also staying in, and you were greeted with the stunning sight of him with his shirt off as he was goofing off with the other boys. “Yo dude catch!” Nick practically ran in front of you as he caught the incoming football, you sidestepped carefully as to not get hit by any incoming sports ball.

You watched the boys play as you thought on what Emma said, it was only Jacob and Nick playing but you couldn’t help but think who might take a shot with Jacob. But the only person might be Dylan, Ryan seemed to just be in his own world most of the time and Nick seemed more interested in Abby. You didn’t linger on the thought to long as some time passed and you decided to go for it. You walked over to Jacobs bunk as you took a seat next to him, he was just spinning around his sport balls or just throwing it up and catching it himself. “Sup dude” Jacobs casual demeanor was always welcome, a comfort even.

“Hey…um I got some stuff to talk with you about, if that’s cool with you.” You softly spoke, as you patted your hands on your legs to fidget a bit. “Yeah- yeah go ahead man” Jacob straightened out his back to listen to what you have to say. “Look, i’ll be blunt because if i’m not first off my sister is gonna beat my ass but also because I don’t wanna stall longer then i need to, Jacob you’re really nice and cool and I really like that about you and I think I like you a lot, but not as a friend…y’know?” Jacobs silence was more then loud enough, you wanted him to say something but you didn’t want him to rush his answer, you did just drop this on him after all.

“So…You’re like- crushing on me?” He questioned as he looked at you, you didn’t want to stare back at him in fear he may be disgusted with what you just said. “Yeah…about a month now, better to get it out when I can right?” You shrugged as your heart was racing, as much as you wanted to just forget about doing this your sister proved too much of a point to let this chance slip away.

“Respect dude, I mean shit, you beat me to making a move” He flipped his football in the air before catching it once more before he saw your eyes connect with his quicker then ever. “Wait what?!” You said with shock in your voice, the other boys looking over slightly to see what’s happening. “You’re serious right now? Not fucking with me or anything?” Jacob nodded in disagreement as he covered his mouth to yawn. “Look, i’d love to get this squared away but i’ve tired myself out, let’s talk tomorrow when i’m not completely exhausted” Jacob said with a sluggish tone, but not before he let you go with a cheeky move as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All you could do was stand up and hold your cheek, Jacob clearly has his priorities set on sleep as he was already laying back down with his arm over his eyes.

Tomorrow aught to be fun.

#jacob custos #the quarry #jacob custos x reader #the quarry jacob #jacob custos my fucking beloved #jacob custos x male reader #the quarry jacob custos #x male reader #x reader

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wisecura · 6 months

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The wind and the leaf

Sanemi x You w. 1k

man i just gotta thing for mean dudes with bad personalities

no tw rn just a lil jealousy

im gonna continue this one, i think, but let me know

masterlist

p.2

Sanemi Shinazugawa, the infamous Wind Hashira, was a force to be reckoned with. Adorned with battle scars like badges of honor, he exuded a raw intensity that sent tremors through the hearts of demons. Fiery and aggressive, his bloodlust towards those grotesque creatures simmered just beneath the surface. He was the embodiment of a warrior consumed by his purpose.

And then there was you.

His Tsuguko.

You were a stark contrast to Sanemi's volatile nature. Serene and calm, moving through life with an ethereal grace. Emotions were not your strong suit, and the concept of understanding feelings seemed to elude you like a leaf in the wind.

Perhaps you were just too focused on perfecting your swordsmanship to spare a thought for the complexities of the heart. Or maybe you were just good at hiding your thoughts and feelings.

Sanemi, however, couldn't help but feel irritated by your stoic demeanor. You had been in each other's company for about a year now and had yet to engage in a real conversation or betray even a flicker of emotion towards him.

He could spar with you til you were worn to the bone, yet you barely said a word. It was as if you were an enigma wrapped in a riddle, baffling the very core of Sanemi's being.

And he could barely stand it.

Then it happened. This one event started it all. That fateful day, Sanemi's eyes fell upon you engaged in a conversation with Kyōjurō Rengoku, his esteemed fellow Hashira.

He couldn't explain it, but if felt like a dagger straight through his heart. Jealousy gnawed at his insides like a persistent demon, and he groped desperately for an explanation for this foreign emotion.

It wasn't that you were just talking to the Flame Hashira, but you were slightly smiling at him. Sanemi's little bird mind resorted to the only explanation it could comprehend: irritation. Irritation at your lack of dedication to her swordsmanship. That had to be it. The feeling must have been a byproduct of his strict training regime, a testament to his commitment to the Demon Slayer Corps.

You just didn't take this seriously enough to be slacking on your training, buddying it up with someone else. You weren't Rengoku's tsuguko. You were his. So why don't you act like it, huh?

But surely Rengoku was only stopping by for a minute. Just to drop something off, right?

well, As the days passed, Sanemi found himself growing more and more vexed. Rengoku came by to visit almost daily now. He hated the sight of you constantly chitchatting with him. Neglecting your training. Did he have nothing better to do than waste your time? He's a damn hashira. He knew he had better things on his docket for the day.

It was as if a shadow settled over his heart, darkening his mood constantly. He didn't mind the flame hashira initially, but now he couldn't stand him. He could go as far as to say he hated him.

Yet, he remained steadfast in his silence, unable to voice his concerns to you. After all, how could he begin to explain something he himself couldn't fathom?

It only grew worse when he realised you might be growing attached to the flame hashira. Your interactions were always subtle and calm, and emotions concealed beneath a tranquil surface. You never betrayed a hint of preference or attachment, making it all the more confounding for Sanemi. It did start with the small smiles. But now you'd ask Rengoku about how his brother was and how his garden was doing. You'd seem to know everything about the flame hashira. Did you really not see the issue with having Rengoku come and visit so often at his manor? Sanemi's frustration grew with each passing interaction. Why couldn't he be the one to elicit a reaction? You never smiled at thim. You never talked with him or asked him about what he enjoyed. Why was it always Rengoku who brought out those rare glimpses of emotion from you? Was it his charismatic charm or something more profound that drew you to him?

Lost in his own sea of turmoil, Sanemi wrestled with feelings that defied his comprehension. He had spent his life honing his instincts as a demon slayer, yet when it came to matters of the heart, he was as clueless as a beginner. It was a battle he never expected to face, and it threatened to consume him whole. Why were you causing him to feel this way?

why.

Why?

WHY?

WHY.

In the midst of your training sessions with him, Sanemi found himself studying you intently. Your stoic facade remained unyielding, but he couldn't shake the flutter in his stomach when you fixed him with your gaze. His heart rate would pick up just that much more and he would have to look away. His hashira training helped him hide these emotions - having a fast heart rate was only normal for him. But how long could he hide the flush on his face. He really wanted to see a different expression on that face of yours. If you noticed, you never seemed to want to mention it.

Sanemi struggled to find common ground, to find the right words to hold a proper conversation with you.

He then decided to take a different approach. If words wouldn't work, then perhaps actions would. He observed you closely, noticing the small things you liked or needed. He would quietly take care of smaller tasks for you, hoping that his efforts would capture your attention.

He would pack extra food before training sessions, telling you he just happened to bring extra. He would bring back your favorite snacks when he left the manor. He would even pick out new hair accessories or trinkets from the shops in town for you. Nothing seemed to elicit much response other than a small "thank you," and it was starting to drive him seriously mad.

He couldn't figure it out. Couldn't figure you out.

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masterlist

#demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #jealousy

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skzimagines · 11 months

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Part 5

Previous: Part 4

Character: Hyunjin x female reader, all of Skz. And y/n’s friend.

Genre: fluff | smut | obsessive relationship | angst.

Warnings: Alcohol | swearing | obsessive!hyunjin | fighting.

Summary: During a yearly camping trip, everyone decides to play drinking games. Something happens between y/n and one of the other guys, causing Hyunjin to go absolutely ballistic. Could this cause problems between y/n and hyunjin? Or even cause a split in the friend group.

Everyone was sat around the fire, once again. It just hit 11:00pm not to long ago. We have all taken multiple shots, and drank plenty of other drinks and let’s just face it, everyone’s drunk.

The drinks do not stop coming. Hyunjin’s down by the water with Ash and Han, trying to skip rocks. Even though they are failing miserably, and their drunken selves seem to think it’s the funniest thing in the world, considering their laughter, every single time they just throw a rock into the water.

“Here.” Minho says, handing me another fruity vodka drink. I say thank you and take the drink from his hand. He sits down next to me, on the blanket that I have laying in the grass next to the fire. “So, how are things with you and Hyunjin?” He asks randomly. Not taking his eyes off of the flames of the fire. “Pretty good, I think.” I smile, thinking about him asking me to be his girlfriend. “That’s good.” He says, with a slight nod. I hum in response, and take another sip of my drink.

“Do you want to help me get more firewood?” Minho asks. Setting his drink down on the blanket, standing up and holding his hand out for me to take. I grab his hand and pull myself up. Agreeing to help, seeing that the fire was slowly dying out and no one was planning on going to bed any time soon.

I follow Minho up to the tree line, where the guys had previously stacked our firewood for the week. “Here, can you hold a couple of these?” He asks, bending over, picking up a couple logs to hand to me. I hold out my arms as he drops them in them.

Minho suddenly stops and stares at me. “What?” I ask. He gives me a small smile. “Do you love him?” He asks. I give him a questioning look. “What do you mean?” I ask. “Hyunjin… do you love him?” He asks again, stepping closer to me. “Of course I love him, what are you getting at?” I ask. He chuckled and moves closer, inching closer to my face. “Are you sure?” He whispers, his face centimeters from mine. In shock by his actions, I can’t think of anything to say. Suddenly, he grabs my face and slams his lips into mine. I immediately drop the wood and push him away by his chest. “What are you doing!!!” I yell. He laughs, throwing his head back. “I’m just messing with you.” He smiles and picks up the woods that I dropped. “Don’t be such a worry wart.” He says, walking back to the fire chuckling.

My heart is racing at a speed faster than lightning. I quickly wipe his spit from my lips and speed walk to my tent, getting in and sipping the door shut. ‘What if hyunjin saw’ ‘what the fuck was he thinking’ I kept thinking to myself. I sit in bed, contemplating wether I should tell hyunjin or not.

•

“Hey… hyunjin!” Chan says, walking down to the water where hyunjin, Ash and Han are still messing around. “Yeah?” Hyunjin asks, turning around to face him with a smile. “Minho was just up there kissing your girl.”

Hyunjins smile drops. Red…. All he remembers, is seeing red. He drops the rock from his hand and makes his way back up to the fire pit. He spots Minho grabbing another drink out of one of the coolers. Speed walking to him and pushing him as hard as his body could once he gets to him. Sending Minho flying to the ground. “What the fuck man.” Minho yells, sitting up and brushing himself off. “Yeah, what the fuck is right!” Hyunjin yells back.

“I was just messing around bro, chill out.” Minho says. He stands up and grabs his beer off of the ground, he goes to take another sip, but hyunjin reaches in and slams it out of his hand before he can. “Don’t touch her again.” Hyunjin says, pointing his finger in minhos face. Trying to come off as threatening as possible. Minho chuckles. “Or what?” He whispers. Hyunjin quickly pulls his arm back and throws it forward, his fist hitting Minho right on his cheek.

All hell breaks loose, Minho quickly snaps back, landing a blow to Hyunjins lip. I hear the commotion through the tent walls. I quickly climb my way out of the door, paying no mind to shutting it.

“Minho! Get off of him!” I yell, running up to the and grabbing the back of minhos shit. Pulling him away from hyunjin.

“Your girlfriend came to save you again hyunjin.” He says, with a cocky smile written across his face. His face that has blood dripping from his nose. His face, that has the smallest bruise forming under his right eye, knowing damn well, tomorrow it will be ten times bigger.

“Get out of here Minho!” I yell, making my way towards hyunjin. Holding out my hands, wait for him to let me examine his face.

“Do you love him y/n?” He yells. I’m a bit taken aback at his sudden outburst towards me. “Do I what?” I ask. “Why were you kissing him?” “Hyunjin, I wasn’t kissing him! He kissed me! I pushed him away!” I say, tears brimming my eyes. Hyunjin chuckles and stands up. “Get the fuck away from me.” He says, walking away.

I stand there in shock, watching Hyunjin go into our tent. I look over and see Han wiping away the blood on Minhos face. I’m at a loss. Why would Minho do this? Maybe drinking this much wasn’t a good idea. I knew Minho was drinking, I knew he had a bit too much. More than likely, he wasn’t thinking when he did it. My anger towards him slowly drifts aside, considering the circumstances. But what doesn’t drift away, is Hyunjins anger towards me. I didn’t do it, I would never do anything to hurt him. I love him, more than anything. I’m not understanding how this turned on me. I pushed Minho away. Maybe leaving is the best option right now. Yeah… that would probably be for the best.

I pull out my phone and quickly dial my dad’s number. He answers after a few rings, and I try to sound as okay as possible. But by the tone of his voice after I tell him I need to come home, he knows something is wrong. He tells me he’ll be here in about an hour. We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone.

I make my way over to the tent, zipping the door behind me. Hyunjin is laying on the bed, turned toward the wall of the tent, scrolling through his phone. I sigh deeply as I turn around and grab my suitcase. I start walking around the tent, grabbing everything I see that is mine, not caring to make anything organized, I just throw it in.

“What are you doing?”

I look over and see Hyunjin watching me, with a confused look on his face. “I’m going home.” I say sternly. I finish putting the rest of my things in my suitcase and zip it up. I walk over to the bed and grab my blanket and pillow. “Going home?” He says in shock. “Yes, I’m going home. I’m not dealing with this.” I say. The tears start to come back. I quickly wipe it away with the back of my hand. “Dealing with what? The fact that you told me you loved me and then turned around and kissed one of my best friends?” He says, with pure venom in his voice. Finally the tears set in full stream. I absolutely lose it. “I didn’t kiss him Hyunjin.” I whisper, completely defeated.

He looks at me with a hint of regret, but I don’t notice. I grab the rest of my things and my bag and make my way out of the tent. “Wait.. y/n.” Hyunjin says, trying to catch my attention before I close the door. But it was too late. I did hear him, but I didn’t want to stick around and listen to his hurtful words.

I say goodbye to everyone when my dad pulls up to the campsite. They all beg me not to go, trying to come up with ideas to change the situation. Everyone’s offering their beds, saying we can switch so I don’t have to be by hyunjin. But that’s not what I want. I came here to relax, I came to have fun with my best friends. Maybe actually confessing to Hyunjin was a mistake. Maybe I should have just stayed crushing on him. Things were easier that way. I deny all of their ideas, telling them I just want to go home. They agree, unwillingly. I look over their shoulders to see if maybe, just maybe… he’d come out and say goodbye to me, but he doesn’t. I sigh and follow my dad to the car and we head back home.

To be continued…

Tag list : @mimihwang248 @armystay89

#Hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin smut #Skz imagine #Skz smut #stray kids #bangchan #leeknow #Changbin #Han jisung #lee Felix #Felix #Seungmin #jeongin

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fangirl--writes · 11 months

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Gotham Villains as Parents: Part Two

Part Two of This Request asking about the Gotham Villains as Parents! I love these types of requests honestly. I am absolutely feral for ideas like this.

Included in this ask are the other Legion of Horribles Members: Brigit Pike (Firefly), Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze) and Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) Tetch is excluded because... well you’ve seen the show.

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🧊 Daddy/Uncle Fries

He always wanted kids with Nora so kids are something he’s comfortable with

Attentive, Doting out of all the Rouges he’s the most balanced.

Bed times, Proper meals (as well as one can in a frozen tundra home.)

Introduces them to Dad Rock

FEIRCELY PROTECTIVE OF HIS LITTLE POPSICLE. 🍧 🍧

If He babysits- it’s all junk food, sugar and movies they’re not allowed to watch

Chill Uncle 🧊 🧊

“Hey we got pizza and they chugged a two liter on the way here bye- “

If the kid can’t turn to their actual parent, he’s always there.

Like Jonathon he’s always down to play whatever games the kid wants

Rad Heeler vibes

Spoils them secretly like Bridget

“I saw this thing I thought they’d like, or this reminded me of them…it’s no big deal …

🎩 Tetch is EXCLUDED.

He gives least favorite family member vibes

Creepy uncle you try to avoid

😱 Brotherly Jonathan Crane

Big Bro Scarecrow

Immediately feels protective upon meeting them

Man of few words but will always play with the kid if asked

In and out of scarecrow attire… just plops down for a tea party or action figures

Teaches them to draw and colors with them ✏️ ✏️

Reliable Baby sitter tho (the kids LOVE him)

Will have all their preferences in a book or committed to memory

Watches over them while they sleep yandere…just a little

“You’ll never need to fear again.”

Honestly, it’s a super cute sibling relationship

🧨 Auntie/ Older Sister Firefly/ Bridgit Pike

Tbh I don’t see her as a “mom” role

Cool Aunt Vibes/ Older Sister

Auntie Bridget ✌️

Acts like she doesn’t care about them

She does.

ESPECIALLY if the kid was pulled in off the street/ Narrows

teach the kid how to use flame throwers “For Self-defense only.” JK

Will steal them from school / sports / any event… any excuse to hang out

Matching outfits

Ice-cream and Arson 🍦 🔥

If the kid has relationship problems they go to Bridgit

“Cool, where do they live? we’ll set their car on fire.”

✨Gremlin Taglist✨:

Want to be added drop a comment down below!

@gabile18

@oreosplease

@theunquenchablethirst

@maria-akira

@kpopgirlbtssvt

@glowingatdawn

@mrsfullbuster500

@peterpanouat

@ghoulettka

@darkmoviesquotespizza

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why-am-i-here-someone-save-me · 2 years

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I wanna ask of your oaly doing request cause I was wondering if you could do like a romantic fluffy SAGAU Kaeya x reader please ? TwT considering I have been trying to find new kaeya oneshots after almost finishing reading all the good kaeya x reader fics XD

Hoo boy Keaya. Keaya Keaya Kaeya. Man gives me so much trouble tryin to write. Bro how am I supposed to write you when you got 15,000 different layers and 30,000 different vibes at once? Lol jokes aside, hope this works!

Warmth Amidst Frost

There was many sides to Mondstadt’s Calvary Captain. He was a man of many talents, and one of the strongest among them was his charisma. Kaeya was quite skilled in reading people, and in turn, playing along with their desires.

So often did the man hide behind a mask that occasionally he would begin to lose himself, something that only ever led to him try to bury his self doubt under the influence of alcohol.

But then there had been you.

You had burst into his life with all the grace of a wild whirlwind, though at first he hadn’t even noticed your presence. At the start he’d thought that the traveler was the center point of all of this, but it was only after joining the outlander to investigate one of the old temples that he’d truly noticed you. No, it turned out, the traveler was not the center of this. The center of it all was you.

He had almost feared reaching the end of the temple, not wanting the strange warmth of your presence to leave so soon. But alas, all too soon the job was done and it was time to return to Mondstadt. To his shock however, your presence remained around him, even as he bid the traveler farewell.

He grew used to the soft warmth of your gaze, a kind of warmth he’d not felt in many many years, one he’d been longing for despite his insistence he did not.

Kaeya was no stranger to combat. It did not take him long to notice how easily battles seemed to become as time passed, nor did he fail to note the way in which his blade cut through opponents nigh-effortlessly. Battles that would’ve once took both him and a few other knights were now resolved with only his strength alone.

He knew it was you. It had to be. Your presence had appeared only days before these strange developments began to take place. It had to be you.

At first he’d been cautious of you. He didn’t know your intentions, nor did he know if he could trust you. Yet little by little you chipped away at his frozen heart, slowly breaking down its walls and taking a place within it for yourself.

You’d stolen his heart, and he was okay with that. Being able to bask in your presence was enough.

Until one day, your presence disappeared.

He knew you had other vessels of course, yet somehow, someway, he knew that you hadn’t simply turned your attention to them. You were gone, not just partially, but entirely.

Kaeya did not take it well, though unless one looked very hard it’s unlikely they’d have seen his stress. His fellow knights knew how rough he was taking it, and Diluc could also tell, though none of them said anything about the matter.

He had been on his way back from the ruins of the Thousand Winds temple when he felt it. Something he could only describe as a spark. The faintest flicker of flame, yet to one as accustomed to frigid chills as Kaeya was, even that miniscule flame was like a lighthouse among a darkened seashore. He wasted no time, rushing towards the feeling with urgency clear in his movements. He reached a clearing and froze as he saw a stranger lying on the grass, sound asleep. The clothes they wore were odd, like nothing he’d ever seen before, and the only expression on their sleeping face was one of peace, despite the fact that a small Cryo slime was snoozing in their arms.

Taking a step forward the knight gasped quietly, a feeling that he was quite accustomed to washing over him, a feeling of warmth, the feeling of you.

He picked up your sleeping form, careful to avoid causing you to drop the slime, as you apparently liked the small creature. The journey back to Mondstadt was quick, he allowed for no distractions, focusing only on getting you to a safe place to rest undisturbed.

After all you’ve done for him, the least he could do is take care of you for once, no?

#luci answers #luci writes #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin sagau #moots #mutuals #victoria1676 #sagau #sagau kaeya #genshin kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya

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yakkolicious-writing · 1 month

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Don't Go Chucking My Heart

Genre: Crack, Romance Fandom: Super Mario Bros. Central Relationship: Luigi x Chuckya Wordcount: 1,704 words Summary: In the greatest love story since Twilight, Luigi, number two hero of the Mushroom Kingdom, finds himself smitten with a Chuckya, a minion of Bowser's with hidden depths. Can the two overcome the odds and realize that they aren't so different? Warnings: None Rating: G. Suitable for all audiences.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54872599

This fic was inspired by @silly-lil-lee and @nolantrio. I hope you enjoy!

Luigi stood in front of the hole in the airship. He knew he couldn’t; he knew he shouldn’t. But yet, something in his heart said that he had to. He must. Luigi jumped into the air, slowly fluttering down by kicking his legs, and landed in the hole. Inside of the hole was a cannon. The cannon raised itself, Luigi inside of it, and aimed itself before firing. Luigi flew through the rainbow ring, and then, he grabbed onto a flagpole. He looked down, and there, he saw him: the hunkiest hunk to ever hunk. There, he saw Chuckya.

Luigi admired Chuckya’s round, perfectly spherical body, with an amethyst hue that shone in the sunlight. His diamond orbs were full of passion, and his ball-like antenna was as red as a cherry: and it looked good enough to eat too. Perhaps the boxing gloves he wore on his hands weren’t the most welcoming, but Luigi didn’t mind it. He knew what it was like to wear gloves all the time and be ostracized from society because of it. The Toads of the Mushroom Kingdom never treated him with kindness. To them, he was always “green Mario” or “the green man.” Even Princess Peach didn’t respect him. Maybe he didn’t put in as much work as Mario, but he still helped. A “thank you” or even a tiny slice of cake would be nice every once in a while. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Peach was always going to prefer Mario to him. It was a blessing in some ways, but a curse in others. Luigi may not have been interested in Peach, but he wanted someone to love, and there was something irresistibly charming about that Chuckya.

“No,” Luigi thought, clinging to the flagpole like he clung to heteronormativity, “I can’t.”

Like Romeo’s feelings for Juliet, Luigi knew his feelings for Chuckya were forbidden. After all, Chuckya worked for the enemy, that fearsome foe Bowser. Sure, Chuckya may not have been Bowser, but what would Mario think? Mario was a great older brother, but like all great older brothers, he was prone to worrying about his little brother. Bowser was always up to no good, which gave Mario reason to think that Chuckya was also always up to no good. Besides, Luigi was always being bullied in the Mushroom Kingdom by those callous Toads. What would they think if he came back with Chuckya? Mario would at least give him a chance, but the Toads would never do something so kind. Luigi could come back with someone as harmless as one of those pink female Goombas, who could easily be crushed underneath one’s feet, and the Toads would still relentlessly bully Luigi for it. Unlike a Goomba, however, Chuckya could very easily fight back. He was known for his violent tendencies. He would pick up people and throw them in a random direction of his choice: Mario knew this firsthand. It was why he told Luigi to stay away from Chuckya. But yet, Luigi was the moth to the flame that was Chuckya. Chuckya’s magnetic personality drew Luigi closer.

Eventually, Luigi decided he had to make his move. He slid down the flagpole, catching Chuckya’s attention. Chuckya scratched his head.

“What are you doing here?” Chuckya asked, even though he had no mouth.

“Oh! Um, well, I, uh,” Luigi stuttered.

“Whatever,” Chuckya said, “I’m on duty. And now, it’s chucking time.”

Chuckya slid towards Luigi and picked him up. He held him firmly yet gently in his boxing glove-covered hands. Luigi could tell that Chuckya wasn’t going to drop him. He felt so secure in his hands. Maybe one day, he could feel this same way again, and Chuckya could have less violent intentions.

Chuckya turned around and tossed Luigi through the rainbow ring as if he were a basketball. Luigi soared through the air like a green-clad missile before landing back on the airship.

“Oof!” Luigi cried; his eyes were wide like saucers, and his jaw was clenched.

Luigi stood up and dusted off his overalls before jumping back into the cannon hole. Luigi shot back through the rainbow ring and grabbed onto the flagpole once more. Chuckya looked up and gasped.

“How did you get back here?” Chuckya asked, surprised.

“It’s very easy,” Luigi said, “but since you’re throwing me like I’m a ragdoll, maybe it’sa best I don’t tell you.”

“Fair point,” Chuckya replied, crossing his arms.

Luigi slid down the flagpole once more, and Chuckya sighed.

“Look, man,” Chuckya began, “I’m on duty, and my job is to chuck people. If I chuck ‘em away, the big guy pays me the good money, and the good money pays better than any other job. If you come back again, I’ll have to tell him, and he might fire me. I’m already struggling to make rent, and if I get fired… I don’t know what’ll happen to me.”

“Oh,” Luigi said, “why can’t you just lie to him?”

“I’m not a good liar,” Chuckya explained, “and besides, the big guy doesn’t like liars.”

“Oh… that’s so sad…”

Chuckya’s eyes grew softer, but he couldn’t let himself go soft. The only thing the big guy hated more than liars was softies. He rapidly shook his head and put on a fake glare.

“I don’t need your pity!” he shouted.

“Oh, I’mma sorry,” Luigi replied, cowering, “but… do you want my pity?”

“What?” Chuckya asked, raising an eyelid.

“Do you want my pity, Chuckya?”

Chuckya sighed and crossed his arms. A single, shiny teardrop rolled down his face.

“Well, I didn’t know anyone would ever feel bad for me,” he explained, “it’s just… I hate being a minion. Sure, I’m good at chucking things. I was great at the shot put back in high school, but chucking things isn’t all that I want to do with my life. I wanna see the world, go backpacking, meet a nice person and settle down when I feel I’ve done enough, and then, I could open a gym or something.”

“Oh, you have-a so many dreams,” Luigi said.

“Oh, I got tons of dreams,” Chuckya replied, “it’s just that I was born as the wrong species in the wrong kingdom. Maybe I’d be traveling right now if I was a Toad born in the Mushroom Kingdom. Instead, I was born a Chuckya in the Bowser Kingdom…”

It was at this moment that Luigi knew what he had to do. He ran up to Chuckya and embraced him tightly. Chuckya gasped.

“What are you doing?” Chuckya asked.

“I’m giving you a hug,” Luigi explained.

Chuckya didn’t know how to feel about this new form of touch. Chuckya lived in Bowser’s Kingdom, where hugging was forbidden; the turtle king didn’t want to promote kindness in his army of coldblooded killers. Yet this hug, as Luigi called it, felt so nice. Chuckya didn’t want it to end, but if Bowser found out that he had hugged someone he was supposed to chuck, he could lose his livelihood. Chuckya groaned, causing Luigi to let go of him.

“Oh, I’mma sorry,” Luigi said.

“No, it’s alright,” Chuckya replied, “I’m sorry. I… actually really appreciated the hug. It’s just… oh, what’s the big guy gonna think? He hates hugs!”

“Oh, well, that shell of his definitely would make hugging hard,” Luigi suggested with a giggle.

“No, no, it’s not even that. He doesn’t like it when his employees get… affectionate. We have to be able to stop Mario at a moment’s notice, we don’t have time to be nice!”

“Oh no. I never realized how badly you guys had it.”

“I just want to do more with my life! There has to be more to life than chucking for minimum wage!”

“Do you want to run away with me, Chuckya?”

“What?”

“I want more in life too, Chuckya.”

“Really? You live in the Mushroom Kingdom! It has to be great over there, especially since you’re one of its heroes!”

“Not to the Toads I’m not. They just see me as Mario’s annoying little brother. They call me ‘green Mario’ and get upset whenever they see me. The princess doesn’t treat me much better. I’m not entitled to love just because I help save her, but I don’t even get a ‘thank you’ most of the time. I never get a slice of cake. I don’t know what her cakes taste like. Mario is my only friend, but sometimes he’s so busy he doesn’t even have time to say ‘hi’ to me.”

“Aw, that is sad… maybe the Mushroom Kingdom isn’t all it’s cracked up to be either.”

“Yeah. We should find somewhere else to be. Somewhere where we don’t have to worry about this silly game that Mario and Bowser play. Somewhere where we can just… be. Somewhere where I don’t have to be the sidekick, and somewhere where you don’t have to be the guy who chucks people.”

“You know what? Let’s do it. If the big guy sends people to find me, I’m gonna tell ‘em to shove a stick up his-”

Before Chuckya could finish his unclean thoughts, Luigi put a finger over his mouth.

“Don’t,” he said softly, “this story’s-a rated G.”

“Oh,” Chuckya replied, “good point.”

Luigi looked down from the cobblestone platform.

“I might need a little help getting down,” Luigi explained.

“I can carry you,” Chuckya offered.

“Oh, I’da like that,” Luigi said.

With that, Chuckya picked up Luigi, as if he were going to chuck him. However, he didn’t throw him. Instead, he slid to the edge of the cobblestone platform and jumped off. Holding Luigi tightly, though not tightly enough to crush him, the two flew through the air, landing on green grass. Chuckya set Luigi down, took off his cap, and ruffled his hair gently, making the green-clad plumber laugh. Chuckya set Luigi’s cap back on his head and offered him his hand. Luigi took it, and together, they ran as far away from the Mushroom Kingdom as they could. Chuckya finally had someone who understood what it was like to want more in life, and Luigi finally had Chuckya’s heart, and he knew now that he wouldn’t go chucking it.

APRIL FOOLS!

You have been PRANKED! BAMBOOZLED, even! I don't actually ship Luigi with Chuckya, I'm just a normal Luaisy shipper. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this!

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classicdaisycalico · 1 year

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"What Doesn't Hurt"

I wrote this Luaisy fic for a Discord server I'm in so I might as well plop it on here, too.

*plops*

Not since getting kidnapped by Tatanga so long ago had Princess Daisy ever felt so helpless before.

It was not a good feeling to have. Compared to seasoned Goomba-stomping veterans Mario and Luigi, and yes, even Princess Peach, it was obvious that her own “adventuring” skill set was lacking. Of course, throughout their adventure to the Darklands to rescue her father from Bowser’s clutches, she was learning quickly, and her friends were quick to note this, but she still felt like she was nagging behind the rest of them, and the last thing she needed was another reminder of that.

Unfortunately, it seemed the Stars had ignored her pleas. Today’s skirmish with yet another aggressive ambush of Hammer Brothers had been their toughest yet, particularly for Daisy. Thanks to a wide array of magical flowers at their disposal, however, she had discovered a strange new talent of tapping deeper into their power than the rest of her friends, thanks in part to her plant conjuring abilities. Upon discovering this about halfway through the fight, the group should have had no issues overpowering their foes.

Too bad this newfound power had a very steep learning curve, though.

She first discovered this ability after coming across a fire flower that a Fire Bro had dropped. Not even a second after absorbing its magic, she had released a blast of fire so powerful that it propelled her backwards and onto the ground. One one hand, it successfully hit back at her targets. On the other hand, she had underestimated the sheer force that this attack packed. By the time she had a better handle of the abilities that each flower gave her, everyone in her party had become an unwitting target of their effects.

And none bore the brunt of them all more than Luigi.

Daisy felt especially guilty for Luigi’s plight. The man in green, who was always so patient in teaching the princess how to attack every enemy, dodge every obstacle, and navigate every tough stretch of terrain possible, had been hurt the most. And it was all her fault. One bad misfire – literally, another powerful surge of flames – had hit most of his body by accident and left him down for the count for the rest of the fight. It took Mario and Peach literally aiming Daisy’s hands at the Hammer Bros to take them down.

By now, the sun had just set over the cliffs overlooking the Darklands. Three of the party sat around a fire, while its last member had stationed herself further away from their gathering place.

Daisy had volunteered herself to take the first shift of their night watch tonight, partly as an excuse to avoid inadvertently hurting the others. Besides, today’s altercation with the Hammer Bros had drained more of her energy than usual. Even if she fell asleep at her post, she wouldn’t mind.

As she nibbled away at her ration of mushrooms and other fruits and nuts they had foraged for in days past, she observed Peach and Mario nodding off to sleep by the fire, their fingers lightly brushing against one another’s. In the meantime, Luigi was curled up on the grass, alone, shivering as the night grew cold.

Once again, guilt crashed over Daisy like ocean waves on Muda’s sandy shores. Over the past few days, with him around her all the time, they had gotten to know one another on a far deeper level than ever before, and now, it felt like everything they’d gone through up until this point had been ruined. If she had been just a little more careful today, he wouldn’t have had to fall asleep so far away from the fire out of fear. There had to be some way to make everything up to him…but what?

Her eyes drifted back over to Luigi’s brother, his capless head on the shoulder of the other sleepy princess. She caught her best friend smiling ever so briefly before running her fingers through his wavy brown hair and kissing his forehead before she fell asleep herself. A faint glow surrounded Mario for a second or two, and before long, the remainder of the scratches on his face disappeared.

Wait a minute…THAT’S IT!

She shoveled the last of her food into her mouth and scurried back to the fire, immediately settling next to Luigi. Immediately, she removed one of her gloves and pressed her hand against the ground. After a few seconds, a series of herbs sprouted from the earth where her hand used to be. I may not know how to heal people the way Peach does, she thought to herself, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try!

And off to work she went.

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Luigi awoke to a popping sound from near the fire, accompanied by a small yelp of surprise. Rubbing away the sleepiness from his eyes, his blurred vision slowly gave way to the sight of Daisy holding something in her hands and making her way towards him. “...Principessa?”

She plopped down next to him, and he could see that the thing in her hands looked a little like a bowl of…something. “Have you eaten yet?” she asked.

He briefly glanced down at the bowl. Inside, sure enough, was a bowl of soup with sliced mushrooms and herbs sprinkled inside. Just looking at it was enough to make his stomach grumble. Upon hearing just how loud he was, he looked away rather sheepishly. “I guess not.”

Carefully, she handed over the bowl to Luigi. “I hope it doesn’t taste bad…”

Because there was no spoon to accompany this hollowed-out rock of a bowl, he simply gathered it in his hands and sipped. Contrary to the princess’s latest remark about the soup, it was actually very tasty. The mushrooms weren’t too soggy, and they worked together with the herbs perfectly to create a nice, earthy flavor. As for the broth, it had some spice to it…was this made from one of their fire flowers? He hungrily took another sip.

Eventually, he had drained the whole bowl. When he looked back up at Daisy, her already wide-set eyes had somehow become even wider in surprise. “Wow. You really WERE hungry.”

He could feel his face redden. “Yeah…”

“You know…” she said, looking away, “I did make extra, if you want to help me finish it up…”

“You did?”

He moved to stand up and grab some more soup, only to feel some very serious pain shooting through his abdomen. “Ai–!”

“Don’t,” she cautioned as she gently pushed him back down. “I’ll get the extra bowls. I don’t want you in any more pain than…”

Her voice trailed off, and she looked away again. This time around, he caught the noticeable disappointment in her eyes. “...Any more than what happened earlier today?”

She was clearly trying not to cry, but before long, she sank to her knees, face in her hands. “I’m so sorry, Luigi,” she choked. “I didn’t know what was going on! If I’d known what I did was gonna go badly, I wouldn’t have done it to begin with!”

Luigi could only sit there, stunned, watching this beautiful and stoic lady reduced to tears. He had never seen such a vulnerable side to her before. Usually HE was the one melting into a messy pool of emotions, so it was very strange seeing the tables turned.

“But there were so many Hammer Bros and we were outnumbered at every corner!” she continued, frantically wiping away her tears. “I knew I had to do something. I knew I had to step my game up, so I did what you or Mario or Peach would do and used one of the flowers, but I didn’t think I’d turn into a human flamethrower or freeze ray or–”

She froze as she felt his hand lift her chin up so she could finally look at him. “Principessa…” he began as he looked directly into her eyes. “Do you even know how EXCITED Mario was when he saw you do that?”

Her sorrowful eyes grew puzzled. “...No?”

“While you were off eating by yourself, that was all he ever talked about.” He grinned smugly. “Hehe…I know he won’t admit it, but I think he might be jealous!”

Now it was Daisy’s turn to be stunned. “He wasn’t at all worried about you?”

Luigi shrugged. “He’s my big bro. He’ll always be worried about me. Besides…we’ve gone through worse together and still got through it.”

She blinked, still surprised. “What could be worse than almost being set on fire?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You really want to know?”

Slowly, he slid off the straps of his overalls and removed his shirt to reveal what looked like several healing punctures in his stomach, as well as a bandage over his chest. “These,” he said, pointing to the punctures, “are from the spike traps in Bowser’s castle.”

He could see her expression change from confused to curious. Slowly, her ungloved hand made its way to his stomach. Gently, her fingers made their way across each wound. “How long have those been here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Several months. And they’re still really sensitive.”

He looked back down at Daisy’s hand, still delicately running across his old battle scars. On any other occasion, this would have felt extremely awkward and painful, but not now, for some reason. “Or WERE, a while ago…”

The princess looked back up at him. “...And what’s the bandage for?”

One of his hands rested over hers, and guided its way up to the middle of his chest. “This was from Bowser Jr.’s clown car,” he grumbled. “He punched me right into a wall. My back was bleeding for weeks. And there are still LOTS of bruises that haven’t gone away yet…”

“Doesn’t that hurt?!” Daisy wondered, incredulously.

“Everything hurts, principessa,” the plumber answered, “but like I said, we always get through it.”

“I don’t think so.” She shook her head indignantly. “That doesn’t give you time to heal properly AT ALL. And come on; it’s not like you have Peach around to literally kiss you back to health, right?”

That took him aback. “What are you saying?!”

“I’m saying you shouldn’t have to walk around hurting all the time,” she answered angrily. “There has to be a part of you that DOESN’T hurt. Is there?”

By this point, he was truly lost for words. Was his well-being really THIS important to her? Not just today but…all the time? Did this confirm what he was already thinking the whole time they’ve known each other? Did she like him? Maybe even…LIKE-like him?

“Well? Is there?!”

He still held her hand against the bandages on his chest. In true Daisy fashion, she demanded answers, and he knew he couldn’t leave her hanging. Fortunately, he knew a way to make her feel better, and hopefully, confirm what he probably already knew. He just needed to be sure…

“You know…” he began slowly. “My stomach doesn’t hurt much, anymore…”

“Okay. What else?”

He moved her hand very slowly across the bandages on his chest. “This actually doesn’t hurt anymore, either, now that I think about it.”

Next, he guided her hand to his shoulder. “Both of these are fine…”

He made her hand stop when it reached his cheek. “And these too…but there’s something else I’m not sure about…”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What is it?”

Very slowly, he inhaled slowly, and moved her fingers ever so slightly. An audible gasp escaped her throat when he let her fingers softly trace over his lips. She had figured it out, and she wasn’t backing away. “Luigi?” she whispered, inching ever closer.

His own head began making its way toward her own, begging to meet her halfway. “Principessa–”

“Please,” she interrupted, her head completely still, eyes closed. “Just call me Daisy.”

He nodded, his own eyes closing, as well. “Daisy…”

It was the last word that came out of his mouth before it finally met hers. No, his lips were not hurting one bit. How could his lips hurt–no, how could ANY part of him hurt–when he was kissing her like this? She couldn’t dare hurt him, least of all with lips as soft as hers. They felt like flower petals, like the ones from the flower she was named after, the most beautiful flower in the world.

Maybe that’s what Mario felt like whenever Peach kissed him. All that pain, no matter how old, melted away and left behind a feeling as warm and fuzzy as the fire that burned brightly before them. That had to be what being in love was, especially if it was with the right person.

The two of them broke apart, looking only at each other with half-lidded eyes as their foreheads touched. How he loved the glow of her green eyes in the firelight. Somehow they looked even more gorgeous than before.

“Feel better?”

He could practically hear that signature cheeky grin of hers making its way across her face as she asked him that question. “Much better,” he answered, playfully nuzzling her nose, earning him a sweet giggle in return. “Grazie, mia cara.”

“Happy to help.”

* * *

The following morning. Peach had just woken up to gather more food for the morning’s breakfast when she came across a sight she had only dreamed of seeing.

There lay her best friend, sleeping with her head against Luigi’s chest. One of his hands was resting on her waist while the other lay close to her long, brown locks. She must have fallen asleep while he was stroking her hair. Meanwhile, her arms were wrapped around him in an equally romantic embrace.

Who would have guessed it would happen so soon? And after yesterday’s fiery fiasco, no less!

“Princess?”

She frantically raced back to Mario, hastily putting her hand over his mouth to stifle his yawning. “Shh! Look!”

“Wha–”

His eyes widened when he finally saw what Peach did. The man in red couldn’t believe it: his little bro finally got together with Daisy! “Mamma mia…I knew he could do it! Now, if I only had a camera…”

She gave him a stern look of disapproval. “Mario!”

“What? È solo uno scherzo, that’s all!”

The frown on her face deepened. “It didn’t sound like one…”

He looked back at his brother, sound asleep with the princess in his arms. Maybe Peach was right. How could he make fun of Luigi at a time like this?

“Okay, I won’t bother him,” he relented. “We’ll wake them up when we come back from foraging.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She set forth into the grassy fields for mushrooms with Mario not too far behind. As he looked back at his brother one last time, he thought smugly to himself, I am DEFINITELY bringing this up when we come back home.

#mel writes stuff #Luigi #Princess Daisy #my fave #Luigi and Daisy #my mario series otp #Mario #Princess Peach #Mario and Peach #hope all the luaisy shippers enjoy the food i cooked up for ya :)

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nyxnightshade1332 · 7 months

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Expectations When Expecting (Prologue)

Chapter 17

Chapter 18:

The three teens and the cat monster raced out of the abandoned dwarfs’ mine, clutching the magestone they had recovered. They rushed into the silent woods, only to realize that the giant, inky monster had managed to follow them. The monster howled and gurgled on its own ink as it approached them.

Ace looked back, incredulous and nervous at the sight of such a disgusting monster stomping toward them.

“Are you kiddin' me?!” He cried in exasperation. “It's still coming! It pushed off all that weight!”

Yuu felt her heart drop at the knowledge.

“Giiive it baaaaack...!” The giant roared, launching a tree at the group, Yuu barely managing to dodge it.

“It's too fast!” Deuce gasped, exhausted. “It's about to catch us!” He stated nervously as he began to fall behind.

“You know what? Fuck it! Then it's kill or be killed!” She cried, glaring at the monster, shaking as she guarded her abdomen. Ace seemed to notice her fear, but followed along, a crazed smirk painted on his face.

“Aw, yeah! Let's just smash the thing. Try not to wet yourself, Deucey!”

“Same to you, Ace!” Deuce smirked back, clutching his magic pen.

Yuu watched as Grim placed himself in front of her. “I'm gonna show ya why they call me Grim the Great!” She watched Grim inhale, puffing out his chest. It was a clear indication of the monster’s signature attack of blue flames. She gave Grim a grateful smile as she picked up a stone.

Yuu pulled her arm back, eyes locking onto the monster giant, glass head with only one conclusion in mind. Break the head and it will die.

When Grim released his flurry of flames, she threw the rock as hard as she could, hearing the satisfying cracking sound, and she picked up a second stone she watched, weaving between the trees, similarly to the way she would when playing hunters with her friends as a child. She pulled back her arm again when the monster was distracted. She took a breath as she aimed, her eyes fixated on the cracked part of the monster.

And as she released the stone, there was one final CLANG that echoed in the woods. Yuu felt herself be pulled away, a white light seemingly keeping her from being crushed or drowned by the monster. She shut her eyes in fear and surprise of the light that blinded her bracing herself.

She froze when she felt the cool, ghostly brush of a hand against her face. Tentatively, the young woman opened her eyes for long enough to catch a glimpse of who had touched her, only to see the familiar form of her deceased lover leading a small man away. She saw the smaller figure pause, turning toward her before nodding what appeared to be his gratitude. She nodded back, watching the two figures retreat before she realized that she had not been breathing.

Yuu took a gasp of air, registering the sounds of triumph of the boys, Grim happily prancing around her. He stopped in front of her, sharp teeth flashing a happy smile at her, and he held up one paw.

“C’mon! Gimme a victory high-five!”

Yuu felt a relieved smile form on her lips as she bent down, giving a high five to the cat. She looked to Ace and Deuce, whose celebrations were ongoing. She stood up Grim scampering onto her shoulders.

“Shared adversity sure brings people together, huh?” She gave a smirk as she noticed the boys scramble backward.

“Uh... I don't think that had anything to do with it.” Deuce muttered, rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt to soothe his embarrassment.

“Yeah! Spare us the clichés, bro.” Ace chimed, face slightly red.

“There's no "together" here! We won 'cause of me!” Grim bragged, nose held high. “This is all from me bein' a magical genius!”

“Hush you.” She half-scolded before noticing Ace’s expression toward her.

“Y'know... I hate to admit it, but... We mostly won because of your plan.”

“Yeah... if you hadn't managed to keep your cool and tell us all what to do, we never would have got this magestone.” Deuce agreed, noticing the sudden sheepish appearance of Yuu. He said something else that Yuu couldn't quite remember, apparently a thanks for preventing the expulsion.

“Aww, c’mon guys. It wasn’t really much… I'm just glad no one got hurt.” She muttered shyly.

“Yeah, yeah, lessons were learned, et cetera. Can we just go home already? I'm wiped.” Ace remarked.

“I think that may be the most logical thing you’ve said since I met you.” She teased.

“Shut up!”

“UGH, Usin' all that magic made me hungry!” Grim whined, annoyed before he paused. Yuu stopped, noting the strange-looking stone on the ground.

“Huh? What's this?” Grim made his way to the mysterious object, picking it up in his paws and bringing the stone up to his nose curiously.

“Is that a part of the monster we just beat?” Deuce questioned. “It looks like... a magestone? But it's black as coal! I've never seen one like that before.”

Yuu watched, her eyes narrow, watching Grim as he sniffed the stone, his eyes widening. “Woah! What IS this? It smells amazing!” He took a deep sniff of the stone once more, eyes wide with excitement.

Yuu recognied the look in Grim’s eyes as the same one her dog had when she’d accidentally dropped a $100 bill. She tensed, completely prepared to scramble to wrestle it out of Grim jaws. Maybe he won’t try to eat it? Hopefully?

“What are you, Insane?” Ace exclaimed.

“Must be some kinda fancy monster candy that it was hidin' from us! If this tastes half as good as it smells…”

It all happened much quicker than she’d expected. Grim opened his maw, tossing the entire stone in before the sound of crunching was heard.

“Grim, you trash panda!” Yuu screeched. “Spit it out! Out! Bad cat!”

She rushed to open is jaws when she heard the heavy swallow. A very loud meow echoed in the woods, startling the group.

“Are you okay?!” Deuce squawked in surprise.

“That's what you get for eating trash!” Ace stated, eyes trained on the monster.

“Oooooogh... Urrrgggh... That…” Grim groaned out. “ …was AMAZING!” The group stared, bewildered at the cat’s pleased smile.

“Rich in flavor and full-bodied... Like sweet, fragrant flowers burstin' into bloom on my tongue. A whole field of 'em! Right in my mouth!” He sang, praising the flavor of a random stone. Yuu’s shock quickly melted as she slightly knocked the cat on the head.

“Darn it Grim! I thought you were going to die!”

“Gross. Monsters must have real weird tastes.” Ace stated, earning himself agreements from both of the other humans.

“And… you’re sure you're okay?” Yuu asked, examining her cat.

Grim belted out a cocky laugh. “Don't worry about me. I don't got a weak stomach like you humans do.”

Ace snorted, looking at Grim. “Hmph. We'll see if you're so smug when you're sick later tonight.”

“Okay, let's pull ourselves together. We need to get this magestone to the headmage!”

Chapter 19

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #nyx nightshade #preg!mc #twst oc #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland prologue

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pysoch · 9 months

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I've HAD IT up to HERE with MISCHARACTERIZATION OF MY BOOKIES in terms of RELATIONSHIPS.

What set me over the edge was JACQUES BONNEFOY.

So for tonight and tonight ONLY I'm setting aside my pride to tell MY headcanons of the mercs and what'd they do in relationships.

Mentions of nsfw because yes, I'm tired of that shit too.

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Scout:

- Wants to drive hot wheels over you

- Would not boast about you as a person. He'd tell everybody else that he's dating someone hot but you're not a name-drop. His ass would not say "Oh yeah? Well I'm dating Kinsleigh!"

- Doesn't understand women. He's accidentally extremely disrespectful on occasion and doesn't understand everything immediately

- He'd take a long fucking time to apologize, too. Constantly denies he's wrong

- it's the 1950s. He expects you to do that kind of stuff, like cooking n whatever, but he's definitely more lax about it

- Would go after hard-to-get girls, not ones that instantly fall for him.

- Constantly tries to upshow other dudes and gets insecure and jealous often due to both his own self esteem and being the runt of the mercs.

- Finishes fast and isn't keen on aftercare. This sentence means exactly what you think.

Soldier:

- Goes after assertive and strong women (not even headcanon; y'all all know Zhanna).

- Would prioritize America over you, and at the very MOST would put you and the country at equal importance.

- Likes his own space when he sleeps, no he would not cuddle or anything unless you incited it

- Same thing in bed. NEVER makes the first move. He's aight though. Good enough pace ig.

- Public displays of affection are is endgame. He expects and wishes you to be just as hyped about the borderline voyeurism too. (Don't look that up. Iykyk)

- Instant lovedove. No slow burn with this fella. Sorry!

- His stuff is disorganized and he prefers if you DON'T touch it

- appreciates if you cook but no cleaning

- very very very loud and expects you to tolerate it. If you can, great for you I think

Pyro:

- idek where to begin with this guy.

- No he would not take off his mask for you after like a week of dating are you out of your mind.

- Probably wouldn't EVER take off the mask for you. Being real here.

- If you try to take anything off of him he immediately goes guns ablaze, no remorse no shits given.

- wtf do I even say about sex???? I do not see him ever taking off that flame suit, yet I will say I do counter the usual fandom belief that he's childlike and consider him in his widely headcanoned age of being 40/50. I think he's had his fair share of sexual thoughts and fantasies.

- Love language is words of affirmation. He'll mumble shit to you constantly and expect you to positively react. For you to please him I think it's best to go with gift giving.

- Absolutely mammoths level rich but doesn't use the money and doesn't give a fuck what you do with it, either.

- Wants you to be as hype about fire as he is. He would not date someone afraid of it. Sorry :3

- Extremely loud somehow. Shows you everything he likes.

Demoman:

- If his mom doesn't approve of you he'll be wary

- Expects you to respect and uphold to her standards

- If you don't like alcohol or cleaning other people's messes he isn't for you.

- Extremely intelligent and will often tell you stuff in the rare, RARE moments he's sober. If you like smart people that's an option maybe idk

- Horndog and I absolutely mean it. Bro put a sticky note on his dick. Mediocre pace but somewhat has aftercare

- snores so fucking loud you die

- Talks to eyelander and expects you to say hello, too

- Tells you stories often and you guys visit Ms. DeGroot from time to time

Heavy:

- This man can TREAT. YOU. RIGHT.

- His sisters keep him in check for you and love your company, but would also split your neck open with a spoon if you hurt Misha.

- His mom loves you if you treat family as your priority

- Would rather you know Russian, or he'd give the best lessons he could. He wants to be able to fluently speak to you like that so he comes across more clear

- no I cannot stress enough how sweet this guy would be.

- Still likes Sasha more :3

- Cleaning is meh but he hopes you're a good cook. Food is big in his family and I'm positive that's their psuedo-love-language.

- You get fur stuff a lot.

- His sisters and mom tell you embarrassing stories a lot about him

- He'd definitely at some point realllyyyy late in your relationship (perhaps waiting until marriage, even) would sit you down and talk about his dad. Extremely sensitive topic, and if you ask before or after that convo he says "For another time."

- I think he's mid at sex and real sensitive about it. Doesn't like to talk much about such stuff, more of a "if it happens" thing.

Engineer:

- lord

- Treats you right if you do the same

- still likes a lil attitude ifyk

- absolute GENTLEMAN when he needs or wants to be

- doesn't talk to you about the mercs n shit, but will definitely yap about his machines

- huge factor in if he likes you is a test on how you treat/react to Pyro

- uses southern innuendos often and will explain them if you're confused

- family is big for him, too, and he often talks to you about having a son who could take the Connagher(??) last name

- pretty good in bed but loud. Very loud. And says corny stuff. One of the best when it comes to aftercare though

- works hard, and often overworks until he's exhausted and needs to be told to stop

- doesn't like being told to stop but will never raise his voice at a lady

- likes reading and wants you to read with him too so y'all have a tiny book club

- very sentimental

- better be a good cook. Cleaning is also appreciated but eh

Medic:

- I cannot explain to y'all how BADLY this man is mischaracterized in EVERYTHING.

- Massive dork. He is not a smooth talker, he is not a sultry and mysterious man. He yaps often, and it lasts long.

- No inside voice most of the time

- His doves over you ANY day.

- I mean this sincerely and as someone who is an avid Medic-lover; he would be a terrible partner.

- Work is prioritized over you, but he's not the type to stay up super duper late unless it's extremely important. He at one point (supposedly) had a degree, I think he'd know how to take care of himself

- blind as a bat without those tiny ass glasses

- no fr why are they so small?

- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP MAKING HIM UNBEARABLY HORNY. IT DRIVES ME MAD. IT DRIVES ME INSANE. I WANT TO RIP OUT MY HAIR. MY LONG, LUSCIOUS, LIGHT BROWN HAIR.

- he is NOT constantly horny. He is NOT good in bed. He is fifty, he is aging, he is tired, the most you'll get out of this fucker is missionary or riding. That's IT. STOP. STOP MAKING HIM A VIAGRA-INDUCED SEX DEMON. STOP IT. PLEASE.

- HE DOESN'T EVEN MAKE MUCH NOISE EITHER AND HIS AFTERCARE IS PASSING OUT ON TOP OF YOU. THAT'S IT. THATS. IT.

- NOT A POWER BOTTOM, NOT A SADISTIC TOP, HE'S LITERALLY JUST THERE. HE'LL TRY BUT ITS NOT ANYTHING CLOSE TO YOUR SICKENING MINDS.

- ok

- doesn't care if you know German or not and whenever you ask for the definition of words he's saying he'll just brush it off

- often shushes you.

- don't touch his stuff

- heavily appreciates you doing laundry, helping with work, getting food, and straightening up, but again doesn't like you touching his stuff without permission

- during operations you are OUT of the ward. No questions asked.

- travelholic.

Sniper:

- you're getting nothing from this man

- I am so sorry but it's true

- lone guy.

- for the sake of this let's say by some gold given chance he wants you or whatever;

- better like piss being around

- contrary to popular belief, I think he'd be a talker. Voice lines, comics, etc show he's quiet when he's sniping n such or whatnot, but he still talks a fair amount and throws a lot of slang around whether you know it or not.

- don't bother him while he's working at all.

- where the hell did the belief come from that he'd like fuck you in an outpost or whatever have y'all given your brain to Satan he'd never fucking do that

- insomniac

- not a cuddler. Sleeps fetal.

- in fact I don't think he'd be a guy for sex at all. Sure maybe he'd get in the mood or whatever but it'd be kinda gross I don't think he's a frequent showerer or anything like that

- two pairs of clothes don't touch them

- cooking is mid he likes doing his own stuff

- van smells. It's uncomfortable.

Spy:

- not named something stupid

- firmly believe you would also have absolutely no shot with him whatsoever but for the sake of whatever sure let's imagine you're scouts mom or something

- doesn't take of that goddamned balaclava like ever

- maybe to sleep or to shower but that's all you're getting

- sentimental, love language is gift giving but he likes being told words of affirmation

- speaks with sprinkled French and metaphors all the time and that's bound to get annoying real fast

- not keen on telling you personal details or stories but will somewhat eagerly listen to yours

- he goes for insane chicks. Definitely.

- better like nicotine and cigar smoke

- doesn't listen if you tell him the health costs (again, 1950s)

- loves receiving your cooking and cleaning is very very appreciated

- very much likes spending time with you but also with that border of professionalism vs personal life

- I can't believe I have to say this but he would abandon you in an instant if you were pregnant or whatever. This is a squared situation.

- mediocre in bed definitely doesn't like to admit he's not in control but let's be real he'd rather someone else do the heavy work

- not anything to do with what I just said but his legs are so skinny it's hilarious he's built like a preschool project

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SIGH.

This was somewhat mid to write because I'm an extreme asexual and dislike sex but its gotten so bad I can't read any fanfic anymore without immediately wanting to twist my nose into my skull.

Love y'all! And again this is my personal opinions n shit. Do whatever the hell you want.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress two #teamfortress #tf2 #tf2 comics #headcanons #tf2 memes

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kyngsnake · 21 days

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I would like to know about ‘What Ifs’ please

It's a little "alternate ending" piece I wrote as an off-shoot of West of Eden, which is Avery and Wes's full narrative. Specifically it's a scene in which Avery and Wes are 21 and just recently started talking again after long period of religiously avoiding one another. Avery invited Wes to attend a rodeo in which he's competing as a sort of olive branch-- Hey, wanna come watch me risk my life riding bulls? Totally not because I missed you and don't know how to up and say that. Nah man I just totally wanted some bro time.

Anyway.

The two of them are sharing a motel room. They're both drunk and have a particularly intimate moment but ultimately nothing happens between them, Wes sleeps on the couch and Avery sleeps in the only bed. What Ifs was me indulging the "yeah but what if they did act on their impulses?"

Here's a snippet. Nsfw warning.

“Sit yer ass down,” Wes tells him. Avery looks up to see him pointing at the edge of his bed.

“Why?” Avery spits back without a second thought.

Wes’s eyelids shutter in a few irritable blinks, he grimaces like he’s about to spit. “Cause you’re too damn drunk to get yer boots off!”

There’s a pause between them during which Avery ponders just how much his dignity means to him. He grabs the scuffed wood heel of his boot and tries to wrench it off with a touch more force than necessary. The graceless motion stunts his balance, he has to take his hand off his boot and brace it against the wall lest he hit the floor entirely.

Avery’s nostrils flare in a huff, his cheeks prickle with warmth. He looks back up at Wes. “You’re drunk too!”

“Not as drunk as you are,” Wes snips right back.

With a low groan, Avery relents. He isn’t sure if he’s too tired to keep fighting or just too drunk. He’d rather die than admit it but the longer he stands still the more the nausea sets in. Whatever the case, he moves over to the bed and drops his ass down on the mattress. Wes meets him there and kneels in front of him, brows knit low and lips pursed like he’s never been more frustrated.

Avery can say with confidence this isn’t the most frustrated he’s made Wes in their many years tangled up in each other’s lives. It’s been a while since Avery last got a good, long taste of what it’s like to get under this cowboy’s skin. Truth be told, he missed it. Avery holds himself still, hands placed flat against the bed beneath him to hold his posture steady as Wes grabs ahold of a boot heel and pulls it free.

He sets the boot down on the floor, positioned upright all polite-like. Avery would’ve just kicked them off in the corner of the room were he sober— Wes is kind to the things he anticipates staying in his life a good long while. A nice pair of boots ought to last a man quite a few years.

And it’s there with Wes knelt below him at the edge of the bed, hands gripped around his remaining boot, that the fire swelling in his chest starts to dampen. It’s not a flame dying cold but a flame slowing to a gentle warm glow. Molten metal cools and takes shape, hot-blooded emotions give way for something tender, Avery is sorely reminded how much he missed stupid Wesley fucking Baker.

A sense of longing is a dangerous feeling if left unattended. Avery’s felt it for months, years now, he refuses to remind himself just how long he’s been tied to his own heartache. Has it really been years? Avery remembers the last time they shared a hotel room so vividly. Unspoken words and cold weather and the hot steam of a shared shower. If he opens that bottle, dares to peek inside and see his own reflection in bittersweet memories, he runs the risk of admitting wholeheartedly that he is still just as in love with Wes as he’s always been.

Just as it is impossible to be unaware of the contents of a clear bottle, Avery knows what he hides in his own heart. To be blissfully unaware would be to blatantly lie and he’s never been a very good liar.

He has to wonder– just has to entertain the thought– if Wes still harbors the same affection but the bottle is painted over in the colors of a good Catholic man. The patient lover that begets the loyal husband, stained glass reflection of a family structure Wes has only ever seen broken. Does he really want to model himself after his father? Bottlemaker’s son, he would be better at making a vessel to hide innermost thoughts anyway.

Avery’s face still feels flushed and hot from the liquor, his heartbeat hasn’t wanted to slow since his fist made contact with a stranger’s cheek. He feels his pulse in his throat as he watches Wes set the second boot beside its matching counterpart. Hazel eyes look up from the floor and the rush of every emotion he’s ever felt for Wesley Baker hits him, he swears he feels nauseous.

This is the part where Wes sheepishly looks away. This is the part where Avery still doesn’t know what to say, if he should say anything at all. This is the part where Wes sleeps on the couch fully clothed, boots and all, and Avery stares at the ceiling in his bed. This is the terrible yearning that never wanes, this is the past, present and future, this is what their lives have come to.

And yet Wes defies the will of God and all his teachings when he doesn’t look away. Avery only realizes he’s holding his breath when a hand wrapping around his calf forces a shaky exhale. Staring dumbly in the low light of a single orange-gold lamp, Avery tries to grasp the simple act of Wes staying on his knees because it strikes through his every expectation.

He struggles to even ask the only burning question there is to ask.

“What are you doing?”

Wes responds in motion before he responds in words. He inches his body closer, hand creeping up Avery’s leg until it cradles the underside of a thigh. Lips graze the seam of Avery’s jeans like they are a path meant to be followed, Wes’s eyes are closed as he makes his slow advance. He pauses to press his cheek against Avery’s inner thigh, eyes open half-lidded and sick with desire.

“Stayin’.”

The pieces stack slow and fall in an instant, once that pin is pulled there is no going back. Avery arcs his hips up off the bed when Wes undoes his belt buckle, grabs him by the beltloops and pulls his jeans down around his knees. All it takes is bare skin to bare skin for Avery’s cunt to ache, Wes’s wide hands pushing his thighs apart. He’s sure he’s already wet because he’s been wet every time he’s sat alone thinking about Wes touching him just like this.

Wes grabs the cuff of one pant leg to yank it down off Avery’s foot as he makes the first slow draw of his tongue. Even the smallest taste is electric, Avery gasps and bites his lip lest he let the neighboring hotel room know he’s got another man between his legs. More desire than Avery knows what to do with gets the better of him and he bucks up into Wes’s warm mouth, opens his legs further now that Wes’s freed them from the burden of dusty blue jeans.

It occurs to him that Wes hasn’t done this before. He knows because Wes’s mouth has never known the taste of Avery’s cunt and he knows because Wes wasn’t lying when he said he’s never touched Monica. Avery decides he couldn’t fucking care less, it wouldn’t be the first time they shared a first– Avery almost wishes it was a first for both of them again, just like it was in that abandoned house.

That doesn’t matter. It only matters that it’s him.

Avery weaves his hand into Wes’s sandy blond hair and pulls. “Higher,” he breathes, “Just a little– just a little bit higher.”

Wes tilts his chin up and opens his eyes just long enough to look at him. Expectant verdant irises watch and wait for approval as he presses the flat of his tongue to Avery’s clit. Avery jolts, again his hips try helplessly to rut into Wes’s mouth, insatiable need is just so hard to quell. The whimper that rolls off his tongue tells its own tale; Wes is a quick learner. Eyes flutter shut again and a contented murmur rumbles in Wes’s chest as he rocks his head from side to side, mirroring the motion Avery’s hand might make, Avery wonders just how often Wes has fantasized about this too.

“Fuck,” Avery curses through a shuddering exhale, “Keep– J-just– Fuck,” his voice strains and snaps, forming whole sentences against the tide of a velvet-soft mouth is nigh on impossible. Avery can feel himself blushing when he steels himself and growls, “Just keep doing that.”

Avery swears he knows Wes is smiling despite having his face buried in his pussy. Those hazel eyes blink open only briefly; Wes’s gaze feels like it aims to admire just as much as it aims to tease. Avery could never admit to feeling butterflies in his stomach from a look alone.

Steady rhythm makes the fire in Avery burn hotter, desire is gasoline and the flames can do nothing but rise. His thighs tremble, hands clench around Wes’s hair and yank, trying to stop himself from grinding his clit against Wes’s tongue is entirely a lost cause. Each breath is an audible sound, by now he’s too lost in unanswered needs, carnal and pure. Whimpers, whines, breathless moans, if God is out there he’s welcome to listen too for all Avery cares.

His heart races at a hummingbird’s pace, the headrush strikes him dizzy. Wes breathes slow through his nose, stillwater calm as he indulges in the divine act of service. No one makes Avery fall apart so quickly and so absolutely like Wes can. Many have tried, Avery has sought tirelessly after a balm for his own aching desire. None can match that measure, none can embody the bread and wine while the flesh and blood still lives.

Sometimes it feels as though God made them for each other. It’s easier to rationalize just why Avery cannot settle for anyone else that way. Avery is not often a religious man but Wes on knees as though he’s praying at the altar can bring him back to faith.

Avery’s chest rises and falls as he pants through an open mouth, hazy eyes dripping amber honeyed affection while he watches Wes. Every stroke of his tongue is a prayer answered, doesn’t matter if Avery has to adjust his angle by the hand woven into Wes’s hair every now and again. Avery wonders how Wes is going to justify this to himself come morning, if sharing a bed with Avery once again is another damning sin or the inevitable culmination of bound fates. Things were always going to end up this way, weren’t they?

Wes stops dead. Avery groans under his breath and inches himself closer to the edge of the bed. He urges Wes to put his mouth back where it belongs with language only bodies can speak, impatience is a trait Wes has learned to expect. He just looks up and grins as he grabs each of Avery’s thighs and hoists them over his shoulders.

Arms looped around muscle-dense thighs, fingertips pressed into his freckled skin, Avery’s head throws back as Wes’s tongue draws up through his soaked cunt ‘til his mouth fits around his clit. A shiver rattles Avery down to his core, he grips handfuls of the bedsheets beneath him. Hard to tell if Wes is technically any good at this, a warm mouth is enough in its own right and watching Wesley Baker eat like Avery’s cunt offers ambrosial salvation already has Avery nothing short of a mess.

A soft hum resonates in the back of Wes’s throat, he squeezes Avery’s body in his hands hard enough to bruise. He’s already speckled black and blue from riding bulls, what’s a few more marks? No one but Avery will know who they came from, what they mean.

“Oh my God, Wes,” Avery exclaims through a straining whimper, “Don’t stop, fuck, please don’t st– Your mouth feels so–”

A shameless display of carnal hunger breaks something in Wes just as it broke something in Avery.

“God dammit,” Wes growls, pulling his head up with teeth gritted as he tries to swallow his mounting frustration, “I can’t— Fuck it, Avery, I can’t stand waitin’ any longer.”

#they make me crazy your honor #wes eating him out while kneeling at the edge of a bed is soooooooo #yknow #avery #wesley #ty for the ask wish!#asks #my writing

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Chapter 31: Seven...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Mentions of Arson/Fire/Anxiety Attacks/Death of Main Characters/Murder/Adult Language/Sexual Activity/Stalking/Cancer/Loss of Parent/Ghosts/Explicit Smut/Ejaculation/Oral Sex/Nipple Play/Death of Main Characters/Unprotected Sex/Hate Crime/Blackouts/Orgy/Mention of Gun

*Warnings are for entire work; not chapter specific*

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3108

Chapter 31

Jungkook’s POV

Tia has been on my mind since I left her this morning. There’s something about that woman that is pulling me, like a moth to a flame, I just want to be near her even if that means I’ll be burned. I know that this is fucking insane…I’ve known her for less than 24 hours but the space she’s settled into within my heart is apparent. This is all happening so quickly and I’m not sure how to handle this feeling. A fellow officer noticed the way I looked at her this morning when I introduced myself and warned that I shouldn’t get involved.

“Bro, I’m telling you not to get caught up in this shit. It’s not like you to act so emotionally or even consider a mark as a love interest. She’s just someone that needed help and you’ve done that. Let it go, man. This ain’t no fucking rom-com where the damsel in distress falls for the big, strong hero. What is this, some type of Stockholm Syndrome type shit?”

“No, dumbass, that’s when a victim falls for their captor. You’re thinking of the Nightingale Effect and this ain’t that. You don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about. And, I’m telling you, there’s something there…this is different. We just vibed, you know, and talked until the sun rose. She’s my type for sure…she’s beautiful, funny, witty, and so sweet. And yeah, before I met her, I wouldn’t think twice about falling for someone I met on duty, but they weren’t her.”

“Aye, man…I’m just saying.”

“I get it, I hear you, and I know you mean well…Just drop it, okay?”

Even though he’s annoying the shit out of me, I understand where he’s coming from. I met Tia when I was on duty and me wanting to develop a relationship with her could be seen as inappropriate or unethical, like I’m taking advantage of her while she’s vulnerable. I’m sitting here trying to self reflect and distinguish whether these feelings I’m having are real or just sympathy for her. I’m staring off into space, in my own world when my phone rings and it’s Tia. I damn near drop it, grabbing at it in midair like a hot potato before I finally answer the call.

“Hello?”

Taehyung’s POV

When I walk into the kitchen to meet the homeowner, I’m unprepared to see her. She is so beautiful, just sitting there not doing anything special, palming a mug in her hands. My heart skips several beats as I take in all that is her. Having to verify that she is the customer, I call her name which tastes sweet as honey on my tongue. When I shake her hand, it’s like a current is surging through my veins, warming me from within. I can’t seem to avert my eyes or let go of her hand and I just stare at her with a goofy smile on my face. She must think I’m such an idiot.

I can’t hide the way that I’m blushing, listening to her friend picking on her and seeing her reaction. I am, however, curious as to why she would need the police to come over until she mentions something about a text. Maybe she has a crazy ex or something. I hang back, giving her the time and space to say her goodbyes and see her friends off. Outside, we make small talk for a bit before she tells me what happened in the early hours of the morning.

As she’s speaking, I’m taking her in, standing next to me looking angelic as the wind plays in her curls. I’m noticing a green and blue bruise on the inside of her index finger when she pushes locks from her face, and another one on the inside of her right leg, just above her ankle. I have never felt this comfortable to be touching a stranger in such an intimate way. Is this love at first sight? Placing her hand over my heart, it feels like I’ve just slid a puzzle piece into its perfect spot. I feel strange, like I will do anything to protect this woman. This can’t be love, right? I literally just met this woman but I’m completely entranced, under her spell, and willing to do anything to make sure she’s safe and happy.

I’m not sure what has made her suddenly uncomfortable, but as I go to rush her into the house, a police officer pulls up…I assume this is the Officer Jeon she spoke about. It’s weird, the vibes I get from him are akin to comradery and a mutual desire to care for Tia. We sit with her, patiently trying to calm her. Glancing at Jungkook, I see that he’s already looking at me, his eyes look a bit misty as if he wants to cry for her. It breaks my heart to see them like this and makes me want to kill the motherfucker that’s tormenting Tia. After a while, there is a stillness that comes over her.

“Are you guys hungry? I just feel like I need to be doing something, anything to occupy myself. I can make one of my favorite comfort meals.”

Even during this situation they are going through, I feel so happy at this moment, with her and Officer Jeon. It feels safe, authentic, inviting, and loving…like home. Is it wrong of me to feel this way at this moment?

Once Tia is done cooking, I wash up and go to join them at the dinner table. The food smells heavenly and looks amazing. We chat and steal glances from each other as we eat, the hardy meal is perfectly seasoned with just a touch of spiciness. It is delicious, warming my belly, and filling us quickly. The glow of the ‘on’ switch on the coffee maker catches my attention out of my peripheral, causing me to notice something small and square just under the lip of the countertop. When we’ve all had our fill, I collect the dishes to wash, wanting to help Tia in any way that I can and to show gratitude for the meal.

“Would you like for me to turn the coffee maker off?” I’m running dish water and placing our dishes in when she answers.

“Fuck…yes, please. I don’t know what is going on with my brain lately, I completely forgot about that. Thank you, Tae.”

Jesus, hearing the new nickname coming out of her mouth has me about to melt into a puddle. My heart is racing and my mind is thinking of ways to hear it everyday for the rest of my life. What is wrong with me?

After I reach over to turn the coffee off, I feel under the counter for the mysterious object and after looking at it, realize that someone has planted a bug. Not wanting to cause Tia to panic, I drop the device into the water with a bloop.

I know that it’s time for me to leave being that I have another job to get to, but I really don’t want to leave her…to leave them. Going to say goodbye to Tia, I react off of impulse, touching her cheek then pulling her up to hold her and kiss her full lips. I’m not understanding why I feel this way and why I’m so bold to act this way with a stranger, but she feels nothing like that…she feels like I’ve known her forever.

When I hesitantly release her, I make sure to give her my number so that she can reach me at any time. At this point, I’ll do anything to make sure she’s okay. I go to show Jungkook some love before I go, and make sure to slip the now defective device into his palm. I have a feeling that he will understand my sentiments without having to speak a word, keeping this from Tia as to not spook her any further.

Tia’s POV

Trembling in the corner, on my bathroom floor, disregarding the fact that my screen shows it’s well past midnight, I call Taehyung. I’m not sure why, but I have this overwhelming need to hear his voice. Not in the mind frame to analyze my feelings at the moment, I just press the phone to my ear, listening to the rings until I hear his velvety smooth voice respond.

“Hello? Tia? Are you okay?”

“Tae, I’m scared. Someone is outside the house, just standing in the front yard, watching. JK is still downstairs, what if something happens to him.” I’m unable to continue speaking as tears begin to cascade down my cheeks and I cry into my shirt.

Without hesitation, he responds with, “I’m on my way. Stay where you are.”

“Don’t hang up!”

“I’m not going to hang up, baby… I’m coming, okay. Everything will be okay.”

I can hear sirens outside the bathroom window accompanied by yelling.

“See, the police are already there so Jungkook isn’t alone. You both will be safe, just stay there until one of us gets there. Okay? Tia?”

There’s an uneasy silence on the line which makes Taehyung's heart leap into his throat. “Answer me, Jagiya!”

“Okay, okay, I will,”

I’m sitting here, still, hugging my knees with one arm, pressing the phone to my ear with the other hand, unable to stop the tears from falling…so afraid for my loves. My loves? The thought comes and goes just as quickly and I continue to focus on the sound of the sirens and the faint sound of Taehyung’s signal light clicking. Suddenly, there’s a BOOM, BOOM, BOOM at the door that causes me to scream and drop my phone.

“Jagi… are you okay? What’s happening?” I can faintly hear Taehyung still on the line.

“Tia! It’s me…open up.” I hear Jungkook call from the other side of the door.

I grab my phone and run to the door, opening it as fast as I can. When I finally get it unlocked, Jungkook rushes in, taking me into his arms.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s ok. We got him. Shh, shh, shh…it’s okay,” Jungkook consoles me while I cry into his chest.

“I’m here,” he disconnects the call and I can hear his deep voice resounding from downstairs.

Taehyung rushes up the stairs to find Jungkook and I still in my bedroom. We are accompanied by the officers over the case, as they’re asking us more questions. He rushes over to me and I stand, allowing him to envelop my short frame into his arms, pulling my face into his chest, heart beating hard against my cheek. Reaching behind me, he gently rubs Jungkook's shoulder.

“I got here as quickly as I could. I’m so glad you two are okay.”

Once seated on the bed, I allow myself to fall deeper into Taehyung, enjoying the kisses he places at the crown of my head.

“Ma’am, is this your boyfriend? Husband?” The officers are obviously confused, looking from Jungkook to Taehyung then back. “We just need to know so that we can exclude him as a suspect.”

I look up to stare at Taehyung as if looking for an answer behind his eyes. What is this? Better yet, how will we explain this to people? My mind is racing but thankfully, Jungkook steps in with the assist.

“Um, he is a friend of ours. You can exclude him as he’s not a danger to Ms. Monroe and has been nothing but helpful,” Jungkook offers, looking over to Taehyung to flash a sullen half smile.

During this interview, I hear about the listening device that was found in the kitchen and that someone will be coming in the morning to sweep the house for any additional surveillance devices.

“Yes, I found the device in the kitchen, under the lip of the countertop. I immediately submerged it into water and then passed it off to Officer Jeon.”

“That is correct, I received the device from him and stepped on it outside in the drive, shattering it into pieces. It’s in an evidence bag downstairs with my things. I wasn’t surprised when he showed up suddenly, knowing that he could no longer listen in on her.”

The officers continue with their questions and I’m feeling like I’m in a fog…like an out of body experience. I hear everything they are saying but I don’t feel like myself. My hands feel cold, I’m freezing. No…I’m burning up. What the fuck? I’m going to pass out. Oh my God, I’m going to be sick. I sit up abruptly, startling both Taehyung and Jungkook, before I jump up and stagger towards the bathroom, bumping the officers on my way.

“T…what’s wrong?”

“Babe?”

I hear the men calling for me, their voices echoing through my ears. Making it to the toilet just in time, I release everything I ate today, which wasn’t much. My body continues to heave though there’s nothing left. Maybe I’m still not over whatever illness has been kicking my ass this week. Is the wine affecting me like this because I didn’t eat enough? The last thing I remember is reaching over to pull a few sheets of toilet paper to wipe my mouth then my world goes black, yet again. Fuck.

The light is blinding when I attempt to open my eyes. My head is pounding and my heart joins the race. Gathering all of my strength, I sit up on my elbows then push myself to sit up. My brain is on a merry go round as the room spins and twirls.

“Mom?”

Someone gasps from across the room before they speak, “John! She’s awake!”

I turn my head in the direction of the man's voice. He frantically wakes the man laying across his lap and they both rush over to my bedside. Within a few seconds, we are joined by two other men, one wearing a white coat, I’m assuming he’s a doctor.

“What’s going on? Why am I in the hospital? What’s wrong with me?” Fuck, I’m sleepy. I just want to go to sleep but I need to find out what is going on.

“Tia, honey, lay back down,” the man next to the doctor advises.

I compose myself for a moment, just long enough to take in the faces of these people surrounding me.

“What the fuck is going on? Where is my mom?” The panic in my voice must be evident, causing one of the handsome men to try to hug me. “Get off of me! Who the fuck are you people?”

The look in their eyes makes me wish I hadn’t just said what I did. When tears fall from one of the men’s beautiful doe eyes, I assume that I should know who they are. The man standing next to the doctor turns his back to compose himself, but ends up walking away when he is unsuccessful.

“I can’t…” His whimpers and sniffling gives him away before he disappears out of view.

The doctor clears his throat before he speaks, “Tia, my name is Dr. John Alexander. Your friends brought you in because you passed out after getting sick. Do you remember that?”

“No…no, I don’t.” My blinks feel longer than necessary, the burn behind my lids is enticing knowing that sleep is its accomplice.

“What is the last thing you remember?”

“My,” my reply is stuck in my throat in my attempt to hold back my tears. “My mother. My mom brought me, I think. She told me that I would be okay and that I wouldn’t need a shot. She said my ‘love’ will protect me. And something about the number seven meaning completion. I’m not sure but we’re supposed to go have pancakes when we get done here.” I try to recall our conversation for the doctor, but I’m only remembering bits and pieces. Something like a wave inside is repeatedly crashing against my heart, telling me that my mom is not here. “She’s paying because she obviously lied,” my voice cracks as I try to joke the heartache away pointing to the IV still in my arm but the tears escape without permission.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Tia.” The doctor helps me to lay back down and the room’s pirouette finally comes to a stop. When I finally focus on his face, the doctor's eyes look somber as tears trace his waterline but he places an annoyingly fraudulent smile on his face.

“Thankfully, your friends called us and brought you in. We had to perform a life saving procedure due to you ingesting a high dose of Metoprolol which is a prescription medicine used to treat hypertension and other cardiologic issues…”

He’s really pissing me off because he’s speaking to me like a child…fucking mansplaining.

“No, I don’t take any prescription medicines. I only take vitamins and tylenol when needed.”

“You were poisoned, Tia. We had to pump your stomach and administer an IV to try to get it out of your system quickly. This explains why you’ve been feeling bad all week. It also explains the confusion and loss of time you’ve been experiencing. Some side effects of the drug are delirium, confusion, hallucinations, psychosis, temporary amnesia, and vivid dreams, that get progressively worse the longer they are in your system. When healthy individuals, like yourself, consume it, it can also cause your blood pressure to plummet causing weakness, dizziness, fainting, nausea, and even death.”

“No…where’s my mom? Could you ask her to come in here with me?”

“These side effects are exacerbated when combined with alcohol. Another side effect is aggression, Tia.”

Is he trying to tell me that I imagined my mom? So, I’m crazy now? He’s trying to make me out to be the bad guy, too. Poisoned? What is he on about? I’m too tired for this shit.

“Sir, please…can you please get my mom for me?”

The doctor runs his hands through his hair, looking defeated, and steps out for a moment, leaving me with the two mystery men. They both remain by the bed, heads hanging. Their eyes are bloodshot and swollen.

“Ummm, thank you both for helping us get to the hospital. I really appreciate you, but we can make it home from here,” I announce with slurred speech.

“Noona,” the man begins but is cut off by the other, placing a hand on his chest.

“Okay, Jagiya, we’ll leave once your mom comes. Is that okay?”

My eyes feel so heavy. I nod my head, giving consent for them to stay before I lose the fight to the drowsiness. Darkness.

A/N:

Thanks to @moonleeai for beta reading this chapter 💜

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