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Experiment

Chapter One: Scrambled

[Poly!TF141/Fem!Reader]

Summary: Your memory is hazy, almost nonexistent, after being plucked out of a safe house and experimented on for months. When you're finally rescued you don't remember the people closest to you. Warnings: Canon Typical Violence (not much else this chapter), me using an english to scottish translator, not beta read Word Count: 3.3k A/N: Had this silly idea and turned it into a serious/angsty fic. I hope you all will like it as much as I do! Also, Reader has a call sign! It's Ace. If you prefer, you can read it here on AO3

Your eyes are heavy, your body burns, and you can't stop shaking. You aren't even sure of where you are. Your eyes are trained ahead of you, looking at what you assume is a two way mirror. A scientist is standing to the side of you messing with some needles and medicines. Your half lidded eyes cut towards him and you see a thick blue substance in a syringe.

“What's that?” You croak, voice hoarse.

“Hm?” The scientist doesn't even look at you, “curious now, are we?” He asks, pulling the syringe up and turning to you. He doesn't answer your question though, not in a way you would like. “We are about to figure out what this is.”

‘We’. Your stomach flips. He didn't even seem to know what it was. You accept your fate. You have from the very beginning. You don't know how long you've been part of this ‘program’, and to you, it didn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is trying to get out alive. No one seemed to be coming for you. No one has in all of the days you've been hidden away. You didn't expect anyone to save you now. So, you had decided to save yourself. Figuring out how to do that was becoming difficult though.

You know that behind that two way mirror are a bunch of guards. You know they're heavily armed. You know, no matter what they have juiced you up with, you aren't beating a bunch of armed men. So, you sit idly. Letting them poke and prod and decide you are going to wait until the perfect opportunity shows itself. You just have to hold on until it does.

A loud alarm suddenly rings throughout the building and you cover your ears, flinching. The scientist seems more agitated than anything. He doesn't seem as bothered as you are, by any means.

“Guards!” He calls out, looking towards the large mirror. “Guards?” He questions.

He puts a finger up at you, asking for you to wait a minute. As if you have any other choice. A loud bang comes from outside the room and chills run up your spine. The guard walks towards the door and he peeks out. He quickly shuts and locks the door before returning back to you. He scurries over towards the metal stand beside your seat. He grabs the syringe and picks it up.

Something clicks in you. The alarms are still blaring and the guards seem to be gone to check it out. You watch as the syringe comes towards you, headed right for your neck. You move faster than you're used to, and grab the man’s hand and push him back. A lot harder than you had meant to. He slides back and hits the wall. The syringe does not leave his hand.

You rush towards the door. You wiggle the door knob and try to rip the door open. It doesn't budge. You turn your head back and see the scientist steadying himself. Fear kicks in.

“Help!” You scream, slamming your fists into the door. “Please, help me!”

“That was really stupid,” the man behind you says. “No one can hear you, no one is coming to save you. They haven't yet, have they?”

Tears prick your eyes. You turn back around and your back hits the door.

“Y'know, I'm going to be honest.” He stalks towards you. “I know they picked you because you're so… compliant. But really? I think that big guy with the mask would have been a better choice.”

That stings. “Who?”

“Which one?”

“Both.”

“You know I can't give out classified information. But if this works, I promise, you'll know everything. As for the other guy? I'm surprised you don't know who I'm talking about. But honestly, after all the brain scrambling you've had done to you, I understand how you don't remember him…”

You lose it. Something in you snaps. You lunge forward and grab the man. The both of you tussle briefly. Until you get him pinned. Your body slams into his and you hold him down. You raise your fist and bring it down, slamming it into his jaw. Screams, pleas fall from his lips. He's begging for you to quit. But you don't. You, at that moment, decide you are going to do that to every single person who has harmed you, who caused this.

The door behind you blows open, but you don't falter. Your fists continue to slam into the scientist’s face. Until you hear someone with a Scottish accent say your name. You freeze. You turn to find a man in the doorway, his eyes wide. You furrow your brows when he whispers your name again. You move to get up, without thinking about the man below you. You don't realize he's moving. His hand comes up and the needle is pressed into your neck. Whatever the liquid was is quickly administered into your bloodstream.

You hear your name again, louder this time, but you fall to the side, eyes too heavy to hold open. Your head slams into the now bloodied white tile and you're out.

So much for escaping. _____________________________________ You wake up to beeping. A sound you had grown accustomed to recently. You feel monitors hooked up to you, and an IV in your arm. You twitch ever so slightly, every muscle in your body contracting. And then it hits.

Anger.

Your eyes snap open. Your legs swing over the side of the bed. You rip every single monitor off of you, the IV flying across the room. The monitor begins to beep loudly and as you rush towards the door, exiting the isolated room, an alarm blares. You flinch momentarily, but do not let the sound stop you. You are looking for someone, anyone to give you a hint of what's going on. Nothing around you looks familiar. But from all the ‘brain scrambling’, that's normal. You're used to not knowing as much as you figure you used to.

A man in a bucket hat turns the corner, rushing towards what can only assume is you. You let out a low growl and begin to sprint. Your body slams into his and the both of you are sent sliding across the floor. You grab his vest and lower yourself to him, all of your weight holding him down. “Where the fuck am I?”

He's looking at you with confused eyes. He doesn't make any sudden movements. He immediately presents himself as a friend, not a threat. You squint and then see someone else coming around the corner.

“Price! Oh my-” the young man freezes. He says your name and your world is instantly rocked.

You haven't heard your name in god knows how long. The Scottish man had called out for you earlier, but before that? You really can't think of a time when someone had called you something other than some experiment number. “Who are you?” You hiss.

You feel the man under you tense up. He swallows hard and he says your name this time, slow and soft. He isn't showing any signs of wanting to throw you across the room or knock the shit out of you. You take it he isn't a threat and shift.

“You don't remember me?” The man in the ball cap asks, brows furrowed. “You don't remember us?”

Your heart jumps into your throat. You push yourself off of the man below you and you stand up. You brush yourself off and watch as he stands up. He radios someone to cut off the alarm and it's promptly stopped. You are thankful for that. You stand in the hall awkwardly and watch him and the other, younger man talk to each other with facial expressions.

“You're probably hungry,” the man in the bucket hat turns towards you, “how about we go get you some food?”

You aren't stupid, you know that also entails speaking with them about everything you just went through. Despite not wanting to talk, you nod. You are hungry and haven't had an actual meal in possibly months. The man reaches out to touch your lower back, to lead you to wherever he wants to go. You flinch away from him, everything in you tensing. You can tell it's a reflex. A habit. He's used to doing that. Your eyes scan him and you're searching your brain for everything, anything about him. But there's nothing.

“Sorry.” Is all he says. He leaves it at that. “Gaz,” he looks away from you and towards the other man. “Please go grab some food and meet us back at room 2B.”

“Yes, sir.”

The tension is palpable. You want to run. Fast. You can. You know you can. But something is keeping you tethered there. You follow a couple feet behind the man who had yet to introduce himself and keep thinking about ‘Gaz’. Your mind is reeling. You keep thinking about his name, his face, everything. You close your eyes tight and inhale sharply.

“Kyle.” It's all you say. It stops you dead in your tracks. Your eyes open and your breathing is heavy. “His name is Kyle.” Your breathing is suddenly ragged. You can't catch your breath and feel like everything is crumbling in on you. You fall to your knees and try to keep yourself from wailing. “I don't even know your name!” You whisper to keep yourself from sobbing. Your voice cracks.

“Price. John Price.” He drops in front of you. He reaches for your bicep. You don't flinch away this time. “Hey,” his voice is low, “look at me.” Your eyes cut up to him. “We're gonna help you through this. I promise.” You nod. You want to trust him. You need to. You feel like you can. You inhale slowly and Price helps you up. “We're going to go to room 2B, you're going to eat some breakfast, and we're going to ask you some questions.”

You nod and start following Price again. You make it to the room in silence and Price opens the door for you. You walk in and find four beige walls, a table, and four chairs. Nothing else. Until you look in the corner of the room and find a little camera. You lock onto it and squint.

“Why?” You point at it.

“Oh,” Price walks in and closes the door behind him, “it’s protocol. Security and all.”

“Fair enough.” You sit down at the table and look at the Price. “You gonna sit?”

Price holds onto his vest and leans against the table. “Not yet.”

You shrug. “Suit yourself.” Your stomach growls. You touch it through the thin white shirt you're wearing. “You think Gaz will be here soon?”

With that, a knock comes from the other side of the door. Two knocks, a pause, and another knock. Price opens the door and Gaz walks in. He has a tray filled with food and you are growing antsy. He sits across from you and slides the tray towards you. You try to not immediately dig in, but you can't help it. You grab a glazed donut first and begin to devour it.

“Oh,” you pause your munching, “thank you, Kyle.”

Gaz freezes. His eyes widen and he turns towards Price. It's your turn to freeze. You look up at him mid bite and blink. Gaz motions towards you and asks, “Did you tell her my name.”

“No.” Price shakes his head.

“You remembered?” Gaz seems ecstatic. “What else do you-”

“Nothing.” You snap. “I don't remember a damn thing.” You huff as you move onto the muffin on the tray. You unwrap it and begin to devour the sweet. “All I know,” You speak through bites, “is that I was locked up for God knows how long and they were experimenting on me-”

“Four months.” Gaz speaks quietly.

“Huh?” You question him. “How do you know?”

“We looked for you when you disappeared. It was four months ago when they got you. You really don’t remember anything?”

“Like I said,” You huff, “I just know they were juicing me up.” Before they can question you further, a light bulb goes off in your head. “Wait.” You squint at them, “The Scottish one. Where is he?”

They tense up. Gaz talks first, “You remember Soap?”

“Huh?” You cock your head. “Is that his name? He’s the one that found me. I assume he’s here. Or did he not…” You trail off.

“No, he’s here…” Price begins, “…We don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Oh.” You shrug. “I guess that makes sense. How am I supposed to, uh, assimilate without being overwhelmed. I mean, why don’t we just rip that band aid off?”

“Trust me,” Price locks eyes with you, “we do not need to rip that band aid off right now.”

“Okay, okay,” You put your hands up. “Do you wanna ask your questions now?” _____________________________________ “This cannae be healthy,” Soap looks at Simon.

Simon shrugs, “Don’t care.” He’s watching the cameras closely.

“Thay aren't even in th' room yit! Ye'r peepin' an empty room!” Soap’s eyes move from the screen and back to Simon.

Simon’s eyes cut from the screen and to Soap, “Shut it. Price wants us to stay away from her for now. He didn’t say we couldn’t do this.”

As he says that, the door of the room opens. Price is visible first. And then, another figure walks in. You. Simon and Soap both tense. You look directly at the camera and point, asking why it’s there. You’re so clear. Soap’s heart jumps. Simon shifts.

“She remembers Gaz’s name.” Simon speaks through gritted teeth.

“A'm sure that's a targeted attack against ye, Ghost.” Soap is trying to find humor in this situation. He’s grasping for straws.

Simon is not enjoying it. “Shut the fuck up, Johnny.” Simon growls.

Soap focuses back on the screen and notices you aren’t even sure how long you’ve been gone. As Gaz gently tells you four months, Simon grumbles the amount of time at the same time.

“If Price doesn’t wanna overwhelm her, why the fuck is Gaz in there.” Simon is seething. “Why can’t we all be in there.”

Simon shuts his mouth as you say they had been juicing you up. He tenses. Soap does the same. They both need to know what it means. Simon feels like he’s going to combust. His eyes narrow once you mention Soap. Soap looks like he’s about to jump with joy, until he realizes you don’t actually remember him. Not past him saving you.

“Fuck this,” Simon pushes past Soap. “I'm going in there.”

“Hey! Price said-” Soap starts. He doesn't finish. “Fine-” he rushes out behind Simon. He guesses they're just going to bust into the room and Simon is going to make you remember. He isn't quite sure what Simon has planned really. But he decides he can't sit in the security room and just watch. He needs to see you.

So does Simon. _____________________________________ You reach for a fork for your eggs and lean back in your seat, plate in hand. You relax (as much as possible) and you look at Gaz and Price. You are studying them. Really digging into their features. You want to remember so badly. You have no reason to trust that they used to know you, a part of you is ready to attack in case they are lying. But most of you trusts them. How else would you remember Kyle’s name?

“Listen,” Price inhales sharply, “we want to help you, without overwhelming you. We need to know what you know.”

“Listen,” You mimic his tone, “I don’t know what you aren’t getting. I remember nothing, nada, zilch.”

“Okay,” Gaz interjects, “What’s your last memory?”

You're sent into deep thought. You place your hand on your chin and look off. “Well-” You begin, “I remember-”

The door of the room busts open. You tense, ready to pounce. Your palms hit the table and you stand up straight. The fork clangs against the ground. Two men walk into the room. The one who saved you and-

Words play in your head over and over again. ‘I think the big guy with the mask would have been a better choice.’ For a moment, your world is completely rocked. ‘I’m surprised you don’t know who I'm talking about.’ Your eyes lock with the large beast of a man. His eyes soften. Briefly. You swallow hard.

The entire room is silent. Until you open your mouth. “He wanted you…”

“What?” Soap is the first to question you.

“The scientist, the one doing the experiments on me-” You are tense again “-he didn’t want me.” Your head hurts. You place your hand on your forehead and groan. You are thinking too hard. Remembering too much.

“Hey,” Price motions for you to sit down, “it’s alright.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ghost,” Price looks over his shoulder, “not right now.”

Ghost stiffens. He doesn’t say anything else. You sit down and inhale slowly. Your eyes move from the floor, past Price, and they hit Ghost. You feel something stir inside you. Like your emotions know more than your brain does. You want to scream. Every single man in that room seems to think so highly of you, and you don’t even remember them.

“I think I need to sleep.” Your voice is a whisper.

You don’t know the last time you got a good rest. You figure sleeping will help you. Price begins to grab for you, before freezing. You lean into him, letting him help you up. Price moves past the men and you tag along beside him.

“I’m going to show you where your room is. If you need anything, please let one of us know. But for now, we’ll leave you alone.” You are led down the hall and towards the barracks. It’s silent between the two of you, until you reach your room. “You have this room to yourself. I had some things rearranged, if it needs to be changed, and you aren’t comfortable alone, let me know.”

You nod at him. “Thank you. For everything. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“0600 sharp.” Price begins to leave.

“Wait,” You stop him. “You don’t happen to have my phone, do you?”

Price turns back to you. “No, that was not recovered. But, we can get you a new one. I’ll work on that while you rest.”

You nod. You head into your room and close the door behind you. You look around. There are two beds. You groan at the fact you can’t remember who used to be your bunk mate. You’re scraping through your brain, really searching for just an inkling of a memory. But… Nothing. Nothing at all comes to your mind.

Nothing about the four men convinced that you know them, anyway.

You lay down in bed and cover up. It’s not the most comfortable bed you’ve ever been in, but it is the most comfortable bed you’ve laid on in the last four months. Your head hits the pillows and you close your eyes. It takes longer than you’d like to go to sleep, but not as long as you expect it to take. You only hope you don’t dream of anything at all. You can’t be that lucky. _________________________________ “Price!” Simon shouts at the captain. His face contorted with anger and pain, and he is more glad than ever that they can’t see him through his balaclava. “What the fuck was that? We need to know-”

“No,” Price stops him immediately. “We do not need to stress her out further. We will figure this out eventually, on her time.” Price reassures his team. “You did not see the look in her eyes, the way she tackled me to the floor-”

“She what…?” Soap tenses.

Simon bristles instantly. He’s seething again. “What do you mean?”

“Ghost,” Gaz starts, “I know you want to know what happened. We all do.” He’s trying to get through to him. “But something is not right. The way she easily took Captain Price down- That wasn’t the Ace we know.”

“Of course!” Simon growls, “She was gone for four months, being poked and prodded-”

“Ghost,” Price interrupts, inhaling sharply, “she pinned me down and I could not get up. They did more than poke and prod at her. They-”

It clicks. “They were making soldiers… Enhanced soldiers.” Simon whispers. His face contorts again, this time with confusion, “Why did they pick her?” He remembers what you said. ‘He wanted you.’ Simon momentarily feels a pit in his stomach. “Ace couldn’t have been the only one… There’s no way they did this experiment on one person.”

“She was the only one at the underground compound.” Soap shifts. “Maybe she was the only success?”

Simon is stuck on why they picked you. It’s not like you weren’t capable. But you were never on the field fighting for your life. You were always on the sidelines, helping them get into the places, helping them get information. How had they spotted you and decided you were the best candidate? He knows that question is going to keep him up at night.

“Come on,” Price brings Simon back to reality. “We got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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Dramatic | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

a/n: ghost is a baby when he’s sick. no, you can’t change my mind. i may or may not be the exact same kind of sick right now. and i may or may not have had my mom do the same exact nyquil thing to me my entire teenager years. (also i’m so happy that so many of you love this series. i seriously did not think it was gonna do this well lol)

warnings: sickness, simon’s a big baby about medicine, you’re taking care of him but you’re at your wits end, MENTIONS OF AMERICAN!READER

summary: Simon’s been sick for three days and has refused any medication, claiming the cold medicine you brought from your home in America is poison and he’s rather die. You are convinced that the British medicine does nothing. Only one will win.

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“Let me die.”

“Simon, just open your mouth.”

“No. Let me die.”

You were nice enough to pull out your last bottle of NyQuil you brought from your last trip home, knowing that it would kick Simon’s cold faster than any medicine at a pharmacy in town. You sat right next to him on his side of the bed, holding the little plastic cap full of the red liquid medicine. He had been fighting off the flu for a couple of days, Soap was kind enough to take the girls until he got better - knowing that little kids could have it worse than Simon.

You were almost at your limit. All your husband wanted to do was sweat it out, convinced that the medicine you’d give him wouldn’t do a thing. It’s been three days and he hasn’t gotten any better, only worse. “Simon. I mean it. This is the last time I’m asking nicely.”

His brown eyes narrowed, glaring at you as he coughed, covering his mouth with his elbow. “No.”

You placed the cap full of NyQuil down on his nightstand, putting the bottle beside it. You moved onto the bed, straddling your husband’s hips and keeping him pinned against the bed. You leaned close to him, still a foot away from his face before you gripped his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Simon Riley. I will stop taking care of you if you don’t take this medicine right now.”

He scrunched his nose, a trait both of your daughters inherited from him. “Your American medicine will poison me.”

“I’m not getting you your shitty British medicine. It won’t work as well as my poison.” You glared at him, fingers digging into his pale skin. He looked like his callsign, a ghost - coughing, barely able to breathe, vomiting and a fever that just won’t break. You were ready to do what your mom had to with you and your little brothers when they were sick as teenagers and stubborn as hell - pry open their jaw, pour the dose in and hold their nose closed. If they wanted to breathe, they had to swallow the medicine. Yes, it was harsh, but you and your brothers were almost as stubborn as your husband; whining and crying about being sick yet doing nothing to help yourselves. “You’re on thin ice. You’re going to take this medicine or I’m not going to take care of you while you’re sick ever again.”

“You wouldn’t.” He called your bluff, sniffled, and wheezed.

You glared are him. “I can do this my way or I can do this my mom’s way.”

“Your mum’s way is probably-“

He was not prepared for you to wrench open his jaw, sliding your fingers in between his teeth - you knew he would never hurt you - and grabbed the cap of medicine on the nightstand. His hands were too slow to stop you from pouring the medicine down his throat, your other hand pinched his already stuffed nose and you pulled your fingers from his teeth, covering his mouth. His eyes were blown wide in shock and disgust of the liquid before he swallowed, and you released your hands from his face.

He coughed and gagged, trying to take in breaths as you triumphantly sat back on his thighs, hand rubbing his chest. Simon glared at you as his coughs finally paused, snapping, “Fuckin’ Hell! What is wrong with you?!”

You gave him a sweet little smile. “I can almost guarantee you that you’ll be fine in a day or two.”

“You could’ve killed me!”

“Really? Weren’t you the one begging to die five minutes ago?”

He scoffed and coughed again, his lungs rattled as you kept rubbing his chest. As soon as he could breathe again, he asked, “Do I have to be worried that you’ll smother me in my sleep?”

“No.” You gently patted his chest, going to slide off of him to put away the medicine, but his hands clamped on your hips. You glared back at him, frowning. “You’re gonna get me sick and I will be very upset.”

“Well, if I let you go, you’ll sleep on the couch again when you could be sleepin’ wit me.” He whined. A big baby.

You considered it. It was freezing in the living room and you couldn’t turn up the thermostat because your husband would boil alive, so you just rubbed his chest. “I’mll sleep up here. I’ll take a shot of cold medicine for good measure, if,” You patted his chest, rubbing circles into his sternum. “you keep up with my medicine. None of your British crap.”

He thought on it for just a moment before squeezing your hips. “Fine.”

“Good boy.” You swung your leg off of him and you stood, tugging the blankets up to his throat. He stared at you, scrunching his nose before sniffling. You opened your NyQuil bottle, pouring only half a dose before taking it like a shot. It didn’t phase you since you’ve taken it for years, you then placed it back on his nightstand.

You were careful to get under the covers on your side of the bed as to not bother your husband, but he had other plans - as soon as you were settled, his arms and legs were around you, caging you to him. He was sweltering, a furnace and you were so tired of his sick antics that you almost pushed him away. He pressed a kiss your hair, sniffling as he said, “Thank you for poisoning me.”

You laughed a little. “Go to sleep, baby.”

“M’kay.”

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bruh-2004 · 6 months

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𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒆 | 𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒆 (𝒁𝑩𝟏)

SYNOPSIS: you are the girlfriend of Kim Taerae, son of the pastor of the Church in your city, in the view of both families you are obedient and an example of a Christian couple, but only you know what your relationship is like between four walls.

WARNINGS: masturbation on both sides, explicit sex, inappropriate words for children under 18. THIS ONESHOT IS NOT INTENDED TO OFFEND ANY RELIGION OR THE ARTIST'S IMAGE.

Here you are, feeling like you were going to cum faster than the other two times, you and taerae were in a 69 position, you sucking (actually trying to suck) his cock while he fucked your pussy with his tongue.

Damn, it was incredible how he could stick his tongue so deep inside you, unfortunately you had to hold back as much as possible to avoid moaning loudly, you were sleeping at his house, who in this case still lives with his parents who are believers, and what's worse, His father is the pastor of your church, if they saw you now they would definitely kick you out on the spot and you would be forced to end the relationship.

You felt your legs shake as he flicked his tongue side to side in your pussy, his dick also needed your attention, but how would you be able to concentrate when he was better than you at oral?

- "Why did you stop sucking me? Can't you concentrate?

Your boyfriend mocked you, slapping your buttocks and leaving a little kiss afterwards, if there was one thing in this world that taerae wasn't, it's a saint.

- "How will I be able to concentrate if you suck me so well?"

Taerae laughed and you felt two of his fingers moving on your clit, you bit your lips and tried to suck him again at the same pace as his fingers, a goal achieved as you heard him moan softly.

- "That's it, like that... You suck me really well too, baby"

The boy went back to sucking you, still fucking your clit with his fingers, again you struggled to concentrate, your legs didn't take long to start shaking again, Taerae grabbed one of your buttocks eagerly, making you moan a little loudly. You heard footsteps down the hall and started to get scared, you looked at Taerae and he motioned for you to be quiet, obviously you obeyed.

- "Taerae, son, is everything okay there?"

His father's voice was heard, you bit your lip hard when you felt the boy's two fingers penetrating you, he really wasn't afraid of danger.

- "Yes, father, why?"

- "I was passing by and I heard a sound, it sounded like a moan... Is Y/N in any pain?"

You looked at each other and he laughed, fuck his smile made your pussy contract around his fingers.

- "She has a little colic, but she already took some medicine, now she's trying to sleep"

- "I understand, I hope she's okay then, anything just call"

- "Yes sir!"

The men walked away and his naughty smile made you finally cum on his fingers, Taerae removed his fingers from your intimate area and you got off of him, throwing yourself on the bed.

- "Tell me love, where did you learn to lie so well!?"

- "It's a gift I think... Wait, why did you lie down? We're not done yet!"

You looked at him shocked and realized he was serious, you wondered how he could handle so much energy.

- "But baby, I already came for the third time! You fucked my pussy three times in different ways!"

- "So what? We almost became Americans because of you, and you didn't make me come this time"

You sighed in surrender, and no, you didn't feel obligated to do so, on the contrary, you would never get tired of him, you would always want more and more of him. Taerae asked you to get on all fours for him and so you did, soon you felt him caressing your buttocks, you felt his dick brush your entrance and you moaned softly letting it be known that you still wanted more, Taerae laughed and got closer to your ear.

- "Sex only after marriage, ha ha, it seems like I could wait so long to fuck you every day"

His words only made you more excited.

- "Taerae... Please... Fuck me again..."

- "You're so hypocritical, love, it doesn't even seem like you were complaining and playing hard to get... But you need to be punished, and I need to cum, so let's go to our fourth round."

After that, you just saw stars. His dick entered you with such force and ease that you had to cover your mouth with one hand to keep from screaming with so much pleasure, Taerae began to thrust into you with desire, knowing exactly where your g-spot was.

You didn't know how, where and why he managed to be somewhat addicted to it, but you loved it, you couldn't deny that you were too. Taerae grabbed your hair pulling it back making you look at him, the boy smiled at you and kissed you.

He couldn't hold back for so long, he needed to cum, and so did you, so he sped up his movements, trying not to be so rough so the bed wouldn't hit the wall. You both came, and he ended up cumming inside you, this information only made you more excited... It was dangerous, but dangerous can be fucking exciting.

- "I needed this so much that I couldn't even get out of you, I'm sorry baby"

He said, pulling out of you, your body fell onto the bed, now feeling completely exhausted. Taerae helped you with all the aftercare, when you were clean and dressed, ready to sleep, he hugged you from behind and left a kiss on your neck, being a totally different taerae from the taerae of a few minutes ago.

- "I love you tae... And if we weren't so young I would love to have your child"

You said, hearing him laugh, Taerae turned you to face him, the boy left a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, you hugged him back.

- "I love you too Y/N, and yes, I would love to be a daddy too... One day we will make this dream come true, but now let's focus on sleeping, before we decide to have new children"

He spoke in a joking tone, you laughed even though you knew the joke was wrong, you complemented each other, you were both crazy and not at all holy.

#zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 taerae #kim taerae #taerae x reader #taerae smut #zb1 smut #taerae imagines #zerobaseone taerae

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buckys-little-belle · 29 days

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I'm feeling sick so this I sa very self indulgent ask since you asked for Steve asks.

Well we know he's like the mom of their little group but how do you think his mom instincts would kick in if his little was sick, like you sick he'd be more frantic and like 'oh no my baby is sick' or more calm and collected.

Sick Struggles

Steve Harrington x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks of reader eating, mentions of doctors visits, not in detail, general talks around being sick.

Notes - This ask is from I think a genuine year or two ago ... I am so sorry it's taken so long to answer, but I hope you like these headcannons!!! <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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☆ Steve is pretty overbearing when it comes to any one of his 'kids' safety, well being, or just general health. So when it comes down to his baby being sick he gets almost insufferable.

☆ Even if it's just a stuffy nose Steve is on your butt about taking your vitamins and he's constantly making sure you're drinking enough water and eating good foods to help you get better faster.

☆ Everyone has to remind him that it's "going to be okay" because his rational thinking gets thrown out the window the moment you so much as cough. You could have a slight cold and he's ready to take you to the emergency room.

☆ He's the kind of caregiver to have an emergency pack in your backpack at all times. It's got band-aids, Advil and Tylenol, vitamins, anything you could possibly need really.

☆ He's also the kind of caregiver who will check in on you all day when you're not in his line of sight. You always have to phone him during the day to let him know you're okay and reassure him that you don't need to go home.

☆ Steve also doesn't care if he gets sick, he'd much rather snuggle you when you have a cold than sit off to the side. If there's one thing the guy is good at it's cuddles that work better than medicine. He'll set up a movie on the TV and put a heap of blankets on the couch, layering so many on you that you overheat within ten minutes of sitting down.

☆ If whatever sickness you have persists for more than a week he'll make you a doctors appointment and hype you up the whole drive there. He also sits in the doctors office with you, seeing as he remembers everything and everything about how you were feeling a day ago, even remembering exactly what your temperature was on any given day.

☆ It isn't until you're up and on your feet like normal for at least three days before he goes back to his usual level of overbearing caring. You definitely have to reassure him often that you're okay and feeling better at least nine times before he even thinks about not worrying anymore.

#anon #buckys little belle #age regression #age regression fic #little!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x little!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x little reader #steve harrington #stranger things age regression #stranger things fic

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nathabat · 4 months

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"I swear on it."

word count: 3k+

✰ content: ## SFW, GN!reader (you/your pronouns), brief angst (?) but tons of fluff and comfort. This was a commission for a friend, but I got permission to post it :) enjoy! apologies if formatting is weird

As the days grew colder they also became even shorter, one of the many things Kuai Liang had grown up hating about winter.

Shorter days meant less time spent outside, less time spent with his brothers running around the yard and battling each other with wooden swords.

Bi-Han always flourished in the cold, beating Tomas down faster with swift hits. The wood thunking against the younger brother’s shins and chest until he crumpled against the snowy ground— which always lead to Kuai Liang having to argue with Bi-Han as he dragged Tomas back inside to tend to the blossoming bruises. Blue against his tanned skin, and soon enough shifting to angry shades of red and purples. He hated how the days ended like that but…

Those days felt so distant now. Decades ago, by now. Even thinking that made him feel old. Just the thought made his chest pang with a sense of nostalgia he had become far too familiar with this past week.

The bed felt cold. Or Perhaps it was just the chill in his body, rattling against his ribs with each pump of his heart as Kuai Liang stared up at the wooden beams of the ceiling, sheets and blankets clinging to his form until he kicked them off in favor of the breeze that seeped through the cracks in the window sill. Was it the thoughts of the past that kept him up with the exact moon greeting him, or was it the lack of warmth beside him?

His bleary eyes narrowed until they focused on the empty spot beside him. The faint imprint and smell of his beloved still laced against the bedding, and the hallway light dragged itself under the doorway.

You had gotten up at some point. Perhaps recently, because your pillow was still warm and smelled like your hair. The fragrance soothed the throbbing of nerves that danced along his brow the moment Kuai Liang buried his face into the plush cushion, tensed muscles in his shoulders easing just by a fraction. A fraction enough to allow him a moment of reprieve from the past that haunted him and the ache that settled not just in his chest but over the right side of his face. The wound across his features still burned, even when nestled away from the harsh winds under thick bandages and slathered in a medical salve he could barely even describe the smell of.

His first reaction to the medicine— the crinkling of his nose— had earned a light laugh from you. Blossoming in your lungs to spill from your lips, and suddenly in that moment Kuai Liang had hurt just a little less.

Like he did now, heart thrumming less from anxiety and more from anticipation as the bedroom door creaked open. Oh so carefully, but Kuai wouldn't have cared if you had woken him in the first place.

Your footsteps managed to barely rouse the creaks in the floorboards as you stepped towards the bed, shutting the door behind you with a gentle nudge of your foot before you emptied the contents that filled your hands onto your bedside table.

Only when you glanced up, eager to see your boyfriend still asleep, did you realize not only had he been awake as you snuck back into your shared quarters, but he had stolen your pillow in your absence. With a strong arm looped around it, securing it under his heavy head.

You could only imagine how weary he was.

Such thoughts bubbled to a silence in favor of the imagery in your head of how cat-like he appeared, enough that you almost swore if he had a tail it would be flicking in impatience as he watched the gears in your mind work.

“You're awake?”

You whispered through the darkness. The inquiry earned a rumbling chuckle from Kuai Liang, who stretched and finally released your pillow from his deathly grasp and rolled back over to his side of the bed.

“For a little while, yes.” The heel of his palm rubbed into his uninjured eye, ridding himself of some of the sleepiness that clung to his lashes before his gaze snapped back to you, hand back at his side on the mattress.

“You didn't wake me,” he added before you could question further. Through the blanket of night that settled over your shared space, he still could see the way the corner of your lips twitched into a grateful smile at his assurance even when you hadn't asked for it.

“And you?”

Kuai sat up, leaning his back against his pillow as he felt the mattress dip under your weight. You took a seat on the edge, shifting through whatever items you had brought in with you. He attempted to look around you, but he couldn't make out most of them even with the moonlight’s help.

“I was… Up and down for a while.”

You admitted. In return you could feel his watchful gaze on your back, grazing up and down the expanse of your body. Curiously, you noted. Not leering.

Well, until you felt the warmth of his lips against your nape. A firm hand rested against the small of your back before his fingers danced to trail to your hip, wrapping around the space there as he hummed against your flesh.

“What bothers you, my love?”

He murmured. He could feel the response your body has to his touch, the way you shuddered, mostly in surprise before you relaxed and reclined into his touch like you sought the physical support his hand and kisses offered.

“Nothing,” you exhaled. It wasn't a lie, yet you could still feel his doubt as he huffed out a breath against you and kissed down to your shoulder. Which was thankfully hidden under your pajamas, saving you from the attack of his affection at least for tonight.

“Do I need to swear to you for you to believe me?”

Kuai Liang smirked against you. Even if you couldn't see it, you could almost sense it as his nose nuzzled against the dip of your neck.

“Perhaps. I can't guarantee that will stave off my doubt entirely.”

He remarked back, voice dripping with amusement.

Despite all he had gone through, it seemed you were at the forefront of his mind the most.

Bi-Han would have called you a distraction. Or perhaps even an addiction, something bad for his brother that only served to distract.

Did Father teach you nothing of discipline, Brother?

Words paired with a finger jabbed into Kuai Liang’s chest, yet he wouldn't flinch. He was as steadfast as ever, refusing to back down when it was your name that was laced with such venom. Could no one trust that he knew what was bad or good for him? Did they believe him to have such a clouded mind that they couldn't trust when he fell in love?

He would uphold their Father's traditions until his last breath, he would fight against Bi-Han to uphold those ideals, but he would turn his back the moment it would mean leaving you behind him.

His love for you was pure and burning, whether anyone liked it or not. And you could feel it as he kissed up your jaw to nestle and place a sly one behind your ear, brushing strands of hair out of his way to make his access easier. He felt the way you hummed, like a soft laugh, at his words.

“I swear, nothing is wrong.”

Your words spoke like a soft song that he leaned into, just as he did as you faced him and stroked the bandaged half of his face.

Though he softly flinched under the careful caress of your thumb just the same, eyebrow twitching at the soft throb of the wound underneath. He didn't have to look you in the eyes to see the way your mouth formed a small frown as you retracted your touch— he knew you well enough to guess that you felt a knot of guilt tighten in your throat before you quickly swallowed it down.

“We should change them. The bandages.”

Kuai met your gaze finally at your suggestion and his nostrils flared as he exhaled. This was his least favorite part of the day, or of the healing process in general.

“If we must.”

He responded, reclining back into the pillows. Whatever you had gathered and brought into the room earlier came into view as you placed some on the bed.

Medicines and Bandages. He knew it wasn't all you had brought with you, but he prayed the process needed no more than what lay in front of you now.

“Don't hold your breath this time.”

You offered a light joke. One Kuai Liang almost rolled his eye(s) at.

You had cared for him so meticulously, almost since the mere moment he had gotten this injury. He swore he could feel the blade passing through his skin sometimes, like the day never had ended in the first place, but the medicine… It was far worse.

Or so he had claimed. The smell was so strong it burned his eyes and he almost could taste it in his mouth each time it sunk into his skin, no matter how little you applied or how gently you dabbed it around his injury.

“No promises.”

His jaw briefly flexed as you reached over to him, preparing himself for what he knew came next.

Your fingers were ginger enough when you loosened the bandages from his face, one layer at a time falling free.

The cool air hit the right side of his face, brushing away any warmth that had gathered under the soiled bandages as you discarded them quickly.

It didn't sting, only chilled him partially. He still visibly tensed as he adjusted to the change, his fingers twitching by his side in an urge to press his warm palm against that side of his face and warm it himself.

It wasn't his favorite moment. You caught onto that very easily.

“Scoot closer.”

Just a suggestion. It'd make it easier for you. Maybe that's why he was quick to listen, situating himself closer to your side of the bed. Or maybe it was the way he yearned for your closeness that made him so eager to listen.

Eager. That wasn't a word most would use to describe Kuai Liang. Not even a word that crossed your mind now as you focused on the wound that marred his beautiful face. Stretching from his eyebrow over the lid of his eye and downwards, curving over his cheekbone.

“Is this better?”

He tilted his head towards you a bit more, down closer to your shorter level.

“Very.”

You hummed. A small quirk of his lips suggested he found your response funny in some way or another but he didn't voice it, simply setting his chin into your offered hand.

His lip curled the moment you raised the damp cloth out of the basin, an expression that deepened as you gently dragged it across his skin. It was wet of course. Warm, yet the wetness it left behind over the gash was enough to make the breaths you exhaled feel like a cold gust of wind. You paused your ministrations, a pause that lasted just a second to allow Kuai Liang to shut his eyes and let you continue without his gaze jumping around the room. Perhaps it would go faster if he wasn't so distracted by the way your features accepted the light of the moon through the window like a second skin. That made sense, yeah?

“Does it hurt?”

You asked. Somehow your light motions became even more gentle as you dabbed at the edges of the wound, cleaning dried blood and dirt alike from the scab. You felt the response rumble in his throat as you cradled his jaw to keep him still, each syllable bumping against the tips of your fingers as he spoke them.

“No.”

“You sure?”

Out of your peripheral you saw his left eye crack open to peer at you through his heavy lashes. Laughter that would have bubbled in his gut instead gleamed in his chocolate brown gaze.

Your worries were endearing to him. A quality he enjoyed even as he wished he could disperse it all from your mind at times.

He rested a heavy hand on your knee, letting you feel the warmth of his palms through your pants as he responded so simply.

“I'm positive, my flame.”

He felt your hold on him go slack by a smidge. He made no moves to take it as a chance to escape though, content to let you work. Your attention shifted from the injury to the way he half-gazed at you (lol) before his eye shut once more.

He bared himself to you in moments like these. Allowing you to see him at a point further than naked.

A vulnerability that wasn't exactly rare perhaps, but valued. And he could feel it in the way you cradled him and cared for him, nursed him like you were made to tend to him. The same way you knew he'd fawn over you at a moment's notice.

It was still easy to get carried away with the luxury of peace you were given with a man so easy to love. Even when your finger was bare of a ring, you knew he'd take care of you until the end of days.

Kuai Liang remained still and obedient in your hold, letting his mind okay images behind his eyelids. Of his day, of what lay ahead in the morning, all the work he had to worry for—

Only drawn out of such a trance by the soft motions of your thumb against his cheek. Both eyes pried open this time to face your thoughtful and affectionate eyes, a sight that made his heart flutter just a bit faster.

“Distracted?”

He managed to muse. You barely broke from your own daze to meet his eyes briefly before you offered a roll of your shoulders.

“Just thinking.”

“Me as well.”

He admitted. Kuai Liang chased your gaze this time, cocking his head to the side and pressing his cheek against your palm like a needy cat. It inevitably drew your eyes together again, gazes meeting as he smiled at you.

“Of?”

You were first to ask. His hand on your knee gently squeezed.

“Tomorrow. How I wish I could lay with you later into the day.”

He tilted his head down to kiss your palm. Kuai Liang had to keep himself from laughing as he felt a rush of warmth pump through your veins in reaction. It radiated off you, he couldn't help but feel it in such a close proximity.

“And you?”

“It's.. Less poetic.”

Your dry laugh earned a quick of his unmarked brow.

“No need to be eloquent. I'll listen nonetheless.”

Assurance met with a relaxation crossing your features, knit together brows easing.

“I’m thinking about how much I hate seeing you hurt.”

Maybe now would be a time to draw you into his arms and squeeze the anxieties out of your frame, and to remain wrapped up with you in the sheets until Tomas fetched you both for chores. Kuai itched to do just that, to kiss over your face until you laughed and pried him off of you, or until you curled up against his chest to hide your face from his flurry of attacks.

Instead, he simply watched. He watched the emotions play over your face as you continued.

“There's so much I wish I could do or could've done, I-”

“I wouldn't have wanted you to stop this.”

Kuai Liang interrupted. You visibly paused, hand drawing back from his jaw as you blinked at him.

“If my suffering means I've earned a place in your arms, I would take it over again in a heartbeat.”

The firmness of his words contrasted sharply with the way his eyes melted into pools of devotion, staring deep into your own as he pushed on.

“No matter what happens to me, I will persevere. Because it means I can crawl back to you and feel the warmth of your hands again.”

His touch drew away from you, a loss that made his chest squeeze before he found your wrists.

His gentleness was so familiar every other time and yet still managed to make it feel brand new the way he brought your hands up to his lips and pressed his lips against your knuckles one by one. Sweet and tender, like you'd always know him to be.

“I don't like when you hurt.”

You reiterated, biting into your cheek to keep from saying more as he kissed the pads of your fingertips.

“Hm.”

Kuai Liang hummed in response.

“Then I suppose I'll have to come home unharmed every day for the rest of our lives, won't I?”

He purred. With a gentle nudge he uncurled your fingers and kissed down your palm to the underside of your wrist, squeezing your other hand in his larger one.

“I'm serious.”

“As am I, my love.”

The urge to argue was strong, but any time you'd open your mouth all your words would die ok your tongue. Like your mind urged you to take the love over the anxiety just this once. It was always a battle, but tonight the decision was easy. And quick.

“The rest of our lives, huh?”

“I won't have anyone else.”

“Never?”

Kuai raised his head, withdrawing his kisses from your now warmed skin.

“Never.”

He allowed one of your hands to slip out of his hold but still cupped the other. His calloused fingers pressed against the back of yours, gently pressing them into position until it was only your pinky standing straight up.

Kuai Liang linked his pinky finger with yours. He was careful even as he squeezed, wrapping his finger tighter around yours like a hug between the digits. Your lungs seemed incapable of producing any air for you to breathe this time as he brought your joined fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss over them one final time as if to seal the sacredness of the gesture in your mind.

And when he raised his lips away from your skin again, he smiled at you.

“I swear on it.”

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ilydeku · 1 year

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senku when you're sick

- LMAO

- YOU IDIOT

- he definitely gonna make fun of you

- you'll be sniffling, sneezing, coughing, suffering in your bed when he gets home and he'll start laughing at you on the spot, lovingly of course

"...Senkuuu..." You dared to utter another word, or else a coughing fit will start to erupt. He walks up to the side of your bed after hanging his lab coat and setting down his gear, covering up his smile with his hand.

"Pfft, are you serious, y/n?" He failed to hide the laugh that escaped going forward. "You weren't like this yesterday, with all that 'Oh no, Senku! I'm not gonna get sick if I go outside in the rain, in summer wear, and measure acidity levels! I'm practically immune to this weather!-" He palmed his head as his laughter let loose from the strain.

"Shut up! It wasn't supposed to happen like this! I.." You stopped and quickly stuffed your face into your arm as violent coughs began to force out.

"Like what..? You laid in bed all day all icky?" He retorted, taking a seat on the bed. He leaned closer to you and pushed back the hair in your face before resting the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling your warm temperature. He concluded with a hypothesis of what you had, judging by your temperature and symptoms. He looked down at your vulnerable form and sighed.

"...you're one stupid girl, you know that?" He remarked as you rolled your eyes in ignorance. He leaned down again and tucked your loose strands of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks burned from the small action. "...but, you're my stupid girl, so I guess you deserve a bit of leniency."

- damn i just reread that and it got me kicking my feet giggling and shit but anyways 💀

- don't you worry one bit, senku will have you taken care of after clowning you, starting in the kitchen with an apron tied on

- he'll cook you up a nice pot of chicken noodle soup, vegetables added for nutrients

- he'll make you a steamy cup of chamomile tea with lemon and honey, of course, the amount adjusted to your likeness of sweet or lemony

- he knows liquids are very important, so expect more room temperature juices and hot teas of the such from him

- he'll also gather all the supplies of tissue and cough medicine in the house and have it set up on the nightstand on your bedside

- if you run out of tissue, he'll bring you a roll of toilet paper bc they're basically the same thing, and you'll start laughing for no reason 💀

- after every cup of tea or bowl of soup, you compliment his culinary skills, and in some cases, you thank him dearly, to which he scoffs and rolls his eyes in response

- but in reality, it makes his heart beat a lil faster, makes him smile

- if your illness is way out of what he expected, he'll go out of his way to diagnose you, taking a small sample from you and checking the bacteria for himself under a microscope

- he'll do anything for you in order for your health to get back up to par

- except maybe one thing

"But Senkuuu I don't like that medicine..." you complained, eyeing the tiny cup of thick dark blue that he poured for you to take earlier. "It's gross...like drinking liquid metal chemicals."

"Y/n you're acting like a child. Of course, it's going to taste like that, it's medicine. Now, go ahead and take it already." He turned around to exit the room, but he was struck behind by the pillow you'd thrown.

"...I'll only take it if you give it to me." He turned around and stared at you. You stared right back at his crimson-red eyes as you crossed your arms. A long, heavy sigh escaped from his mouth as he picked up your pillow and made his way over to your side of the bed.

"Fine. But only because this medicine is really for your own good. It's important you take."

"Yeah, yeah, okay." You sat up while he first stuffed the thrown pillow behind your back. He picked up the cup with his fingers while the other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb resting just above your chin and under your bottom lip. Before he began the action, you stopped him mid track. "No I...I want you to give it to me from..." Your hand motions finished your words. Your thumb brushed over lips in a coy manner, but Senku could read in between the lines.

"Ew," he muttered stonely. "Why the hell would do something like that?" Rhetorical question, y/n.

"...it'd taste sweeter coming from your lips." You wiggled your eyebrows teasingly.

"..." He sighed once more, pinching his nose bridge. "...If you wanted to kiss me that badly, you should've said so in the first place," he chuckled, a smirk beginning to form. "You know I give what you ask for, y/n...Now, close your eyes." He ordered before filling his mouth with the medicine from the tiny cup. He leaned down, cupping your face and brushing his lips against yours, allowing you to part them a little. Then, his landed on yours, followed by the liquid slowly dripping down your throat. You quickly swallowed to capture his lips in an embrace, savoring the warmth you shared.

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wordywarriorwrites · 1 year

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The Run

Title: The Run | A03 | Rating: M

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: Being a day late returning from a run isn’t that big of a deal, but two? Worried doesn't even begin to describe how Joel feels.

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language.

Brow furrowed and teeth clenched, Joel prowls the living room, the dull thud-thud-thud of his boot heels matching the thunderous pounding of his heart.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Tommy insists, bouncing his fussing son in his arms. “Just behind schedule, is all. You know how it can be.”

The glare he directs toward his brother stops any further placating dead in its tracks, and the floorboards continue to creak and groan as he restlessly strides back and forth. Being a day late returning from a run isn’t that big of a deal, but two?

The sky out the front window looks all sorts of picturesque; swaths of purple, orange, and pink serve as a backdrop to a glorious, snow-covered mountain range, but as the day slowly gives way to night, his mood also begins to turn dark. Unable to stop his brain from churning over the endless series of disastrous consequences this run could have, Joel resumes his pacing, gaze flickering over to the front door and the shotgun propped up against the wall beside it.

The town is in desperate need of medicine and other essential supplies. You’re the only doctor in Jackson; you know how to tell the difference between the fake shit and the real goods, so, it made sense for you to go. As for Joel? Well, he busted his arm helping build the new schoolhouse and had been urged by the collective to stay put.

Riding, hunting, hauling back the goods - they all require two hands, and there had been plenty of younger volunteers itching to get out of dodge for a bit. Being left behind, being seen as frail - as a liability - it felt akin to a kick in the nuts, but at the moment, he doesn’t give a shit about his pride. All he cares about is you and Ellie.

And if anything happened to either of you…

Joel runs an unsteady hand over his beard. Stalks over to the fireplace. Makes use of the fire iron by viciously poking at the wood and pushing at the coals.

Your time in the National Guard meant you could certainly take care of yourself, and Ellie - who could handle a gun much better now - had tagged along to watch your six. Joel knew the two of you would look out for each other, but he also knew what could happen if shit went sideways. An every-person-for-themselves mentality would set in right quick, and if experience taught him anything, chaos could quickly dissolve into violence, and turn so-called friends into very real adversaries faster than lightning.

Twilight hits and Joel makes up his mind. All he can picture is the two of you hurt - or worse - and he can’t sit on his hands anymore. Tommy tries to talk him out of it, but even his insistency and the protesting-like wails his nephew emits can’t deter him from what he knows he needs to do. He gets his emergency bag of supplies from the hall closet and is reaching for an extra box of ammo from the top shelf when the door abruptly swings open and Ellie strolls in.

Joel hears her laugh, and just like that, his gear slips from his hands. He knows her mirth means all is well, but still, he looks for you. He clocks your high, no-nonsense ponytail. The purple scarf one of your patients knitted you for Christmas. The smile that doesn’t quite reach your grave eyes and the scar along the apple of your cheek and your posh accent interspersed with Ellie’s chattering.

Neither of you appears worse for wear, and Ellie proves it by issuing him one of her infamous rib-cracking hugs. Joel holds her a bit longer than he normally would, and uses the toe of his boot to discreetly kick his bag and the box shells back into the closet and out of sight.

Tommy enters the foyer; his sigh of relief is audible as he welcomes you and Ellie home, and the baby exudes excitement, clapping and squealing at your arrival. Ellie drops her pack at the foot of the stairs, gives them a jovial wave, and announces she’s going to stay with her girlfriend for the night.

Her arrival and subsequent departure are a whirlwind. Joel barely has a second to process it because once you’re divested of your own travel garb, you take his nephew into your arms, and pepper his chubby cheeks with sloppy kisses. The kid is all gummy grins, gurgles, and giggles, and as Tommy catches you up on what you missed while you were away, Joel carefully shuts the closet door and takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself.

His brain registers some of the conversation. Instead of coming home straight away, you dropped the haul off at the clinic. Stopped at the mess hall to chat with Maria, who was relieved you were able to get your hands on some morphine and antibiotics that weren’t expired. When you say something about a shower and checking on a few patients before calling it a night, Joel’s composure finally snaps.

“I’m going to bed,” he barks as he heads for the stairs.

Both you and Tommy call after him, but he keeps going, taking the steps two at a time. Joel catches the tail end of your abrupt goodbye to his brother. The baby whines, clearly unhappy with the turn of events, and then, they’re gone. The front door shuts. The stairs creak with your hasty footsteps. He’s just easing himself down on the foot of the mattress when you step into your shared bedroom, sporting a deep frown between your brows.

“What’s wrong?” you urge.

Joel rubs his hands on his knees and looks up at the ceiling, “One day there, one day back. That’s what you said. But it’s been four days. Four fucking days.”

You curse. Rush forward. Wrap your arms around him and hold his head as he burrows his face against your sternum. It isn’t until he’s able to hear your heartbeat beneath his good ear that he realizes it’s not anger that’s been gripping him for the past forty-eight hours, but fear.

After Sarah, he stopped giving a fuck. But then, Ellie came along, and fear became part of his everyday reality again. And now, there’s you. You came with a whole different set of brand-new fears, and his heart is so damn full of that special, deadly combination that is protectiveness and love, and he doesn’t know how to be calm or rational when it comes to you.

And Joel would rather be swarmed by a thousand clickers than see you hurt or taken from him.

“A couple of the horses went lame,” you explain, voice muffled against the crown of his head. “Everyone insisted we remain together, so, we had to walk for a time. Nothing more.”

Joel wraps his arms around you. Swallows back the fist-sized lump at the base of his throat. Pulls you down to sit sidesaddle on his lap, and then, drops a relieved kiss to your brow. Your eyes and cheeks are next, and when you accept the kiss he presses to your lips, it’s more than a relief.

It feels like home. You feel like home.

It’s in the way your soft mouth parts and makes way for him, and the way goosebumps climb up his neck when you trail a fingertip along the shell of his ear. It’s the way his hand fits perfectly over the curve of your hip, and the way you hum and sigh with contentment when he squeezes you just a bit tighter. It’s in the way you playfully nip his chin and make him chuckle, and the way he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your throat and makes you gasp.

Belt, button, zipper. You’ve got your hand down the front of his pants because you’re deft like that, and the way you look him straight in the eye as you stroke him makes his belly swoop and his cock jump. When you twist your wrist just right, Joel drips like a leaky faucet, and both the sight and sound of you jerking him off makes him hot all over.

“Missed you,” he breathes into your mouth.

You smile against his lips. This time, it is completely genuine, and it only gets better from there.

Undressing is a hasty thing because he’s impatient; of course, that means he’s way more of a hindrance than a help, and it’s all shared, breathless laughter until you’re naked astride him. Then, he gets serious about refamiliarizing his mouth and hands with the softness of your neck and stomach, the plushness of your hips and ass, and the tenderness of your inner thighs and the apex between.

You cup his face, meeting his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, and he finds your folds with careful, explorative fingers. You’re exactly where he wants you to be - all hot, wet, willing, and totally, completely his. Joel puts his good hand to use by pressing the heel of it against your clit and working the spot deep inside you - the one that makes your thighs shake - with the tips of his fingers.

“Was worried,” Joel exhales against the column of your throat. “Outta my fuckin’ mind…”

You let out a choked sound and murmured reassurances - you’re with him, you’re not going anywhere, wild horses, and all that good shit. It isn’t trite - you mean what you say, wholeheartedly. And fuck, the way you come - writhing in his lap and clenching around his fingers, the way you tell him you want him inside you - tongue in his mouth and nails clawing his shoulders. It beats back the nagging doubts and fears and does absolute wonders for his ego.

Joel lines himself up. Holds his breath while you sink down. Watches your lashes flutter and your teeth dig into your lower lip as your hips rock and roll in a leisurely, steady tempo. It’s a rhythm he knows - one he is more than happy to follow - and he drops kisses on your collarbone as you run your fingers through his hair and hold him close.

“Joel,” you moan, face upturned and eyes shut tight. “I’m close, Joel.”

“Good,” he drawls, giving his thumb a quick suck before pressing the pad of it to your clit. “That’s real good, sweetheart.”

Firm, rapid circles - it’s what you like and what gets you there the fastest. You tighten and pulsate as the second wave begins to crest, and when you come, Joel guides you by the waist, helping you see it through and ride it out. You’re still vibrating in the aftermath when you tell him to take you, take whatever he wants, however he wants, and your insistency is all the permission he needs.

Joel rolls you onto your back and you go with it willingly - all glossy-eyed and boneless and welcoming, and the way your eyes shine when you look up at him - it makes him so eager for it. Eager like the first time. Eager to lose himself inside of you. Eager to please you any way he can.

He pins you beneath him and nips at your lower lip, “Gonna lemme love you how I wanna?”

“Don’t I always?” you quip with a throaty laugh.

Joel maneuvers you how he likes it - hips high and legs hitched over the crooks of his elbows so he can bottom out completely. His broken arm screams in protest, and he hisses with the discomfort of it, but you don’t urge caution because when you’re beneath him like this - when he’s got you wide open, when he’s driving into you with deep, sharp thrusts - you’re not a doctor.

You’re his. Only his.

White-hot heat builds in the pit of his stomach. A dozen strokes, and then, you let out a sharp cry and bear down on him. You squeeze his cock so tight that you practically yank the release right out of him, and the sudden pleasure of it is blinding and brutal and so damn good.

With a low, muffled groan, he lowers himself to sprawl atop of you, and you take the weight of him without complaint. His arm throbs, but with his cheek pressed to your chest and your warmth still surrounding him, Joel can’t be bothered to give a single fuck about the twinges. He’s completely and utterly content, and he wants to hang onto that feeling for as long as possible.

“I missed you, too,” you eventually whisper, fingertips ghosting along his jaw.

Joel nuzzles your breast before slowly lifting his head to look at you.

“No more runs without me, alright?”

You smile again - with all sincerity - and nod once.

“Alright.”

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fan fic #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #wordywarriorwrites #the run

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the-fluff-piece · 5 months

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hi! i’m the same anon who requested the blood blood fruit with law and yes that was based off my self insert and a devil fruit i thought of, there are other fanon devil fruits that are blood powers but i didn’t steal anyones idea or anything :) so basically a it’s a paramecia type devil fruit and i can manipulate and control my own blood and others. I can turn my body into a thin string of blood to avoid attacks, travel faster or snipe people. My heart pumps more blood than a normal humans would because of my devil fruit.i can make other people’s blood stab them through they’re skin or completely drain them. The more i move around and exercise the stronger i get because my blood circulation increases. It can given me inhuman strength, speed, durability, endurance, stamina, agility and mobility. I can control any blood within a 500 meter radius. I can turn my blood or others into weapons. I have a naturally high pain tolerance due to my devil fruit. I can teleport using blood. I can control any amount of people’s blood as long as your in a 500 meter radius. I can make your blood pressure drop so low you pass out or raise so high you explode. I can make my blood explode telepathically. I can make my blood weapons fly from telekinesis. No matter how much you attack me it only gives me more advantages because you draw blood. I can puppeteer someone using they’re blood. I can attach and detach my limbs by keep a thin string between. I can make my blood extremely poisonous or venomous. I can keep my colleagues from bleeding out. I can turn my limbs into blood weapons. I can shoot blood bullets that can contain either posion or water to kill you or medicine to heal you. (fun fact if you inject water in your veins you’ll unalive) I can stop my opponents heart from pumping blood. I have blood whips. I can make a blood shield. I can make blood wings come out my back. I heal and regenerate faster than a normal human naturally as a plus of my devil fruit. I can extend the range of my kicks using my blood strings.

(omg this so long oops, anyway if you still decide not to write it i don’t mind)

Hello Anon, thanks for your explanation - I hope I got your idea right

It somehow reminds me of the blood magic in "vampire the masquerade" or "Vampyr"- you sure you're not also a vampire?

I hope you like what I've thought of!

Law x blood fruit user headcanon

Law is very practical - he offers you the position of a nurse on his ship. After you blood-kick him into the ocean he rephrases that in a much more respectable way

He's absolutely fascinated with your Power (and soon, you)

since he wants to always protect his crew and advance his technique, you'll spend a lot of time with him in his lab, where he'll study the many different uses he thought of for your power - keeping blood packs fresh for a longer time, faster transfusion, maybe you can even change bloodtypes to make blood more compatible? Cleanse blood?

His intellect is constantly orbiting new ideas, he'll even show up at your door in the middle of the night to ask you questions only a doctor would, using words you don't know

another question on his mind: could he beat you? He proposes a training match. Can his power stop your influence? Do you still have control once he's chopped you up? Who can teleport out of the way faster? And how about he just crushes you under 5 marine ships?

no matter how long you're together, his fascination with you will never stop

he tries to cook a birthday dinner for you - there's this bloodpudding recipe he found...Bepo tries his best to stop him!

Whenever he's injured, you're the first one he turns to, always

Sometimes you catch him as he tries to manipulate blood with his power, but he's not good with liquids

Maybe he wants to open a hospital with you - some day.

#law x oc #one piece x oc #one piece fanfiction #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #tragalgar law #trafalgar law x oc #x oc

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

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Hello! Could I request something for Silver, Sebek, Jamil and Jack?

They have a female s/o who's skilled at mixed martial arts, swordfighting, archery, and pharmacology (especially poison). But combat is not the only thing she's skilled at, she's also really good at cooking and making/fixing clothes.

Imagine after sparring, she makes them a nice cup of cocoa and cookies. My heart

A bit of a weird request and it's very specific. Hope it's okay.

:0 strong reader!

F! Reader

(Most of this will be about the fighting and stuff because Trey loves writing things about fighting- but the other parts will be included!)

Silver

You two tend to spar quite often, though most of the time with swords. Though you do have a tendancy to throw in your martial arts skills and archery to challenge him a little, your aim is percise, and almost every punch or kick lands, you're good at parrying, countering, blocking, swinging, etc etc. Lilia tends to have you train him now because of your advanvced skills, and it gives ol' peepaw's back a break from it. Silver finds your skills quite impressive, your speed and endurance are also at an advanced level, making some of your attacks hard to dodge or parry, so he ends up with a few cuts and bruises sometimes, because you never tend to hold back during a friendly spar, though it is worth it, because afterwards, you always treat his wounds, and make him some nice warm cookies afterwards. Though he hasn't seen your Pharmacology in action, he's aware that you are able to craft poisons, especially really powerful and fatal ones like Cyanide poison, Mercury poison, VX Poison, Arsenic and many more, but he isn't worried about you poisoning him, because A. Lilia probably trained him to detect poison, and B. He knows you'd never poison him anyway.

Sebek

Like with Silver, you both spar quite often, swords clanging back and forth as you fight, attempting to prove your worth in a fight. While Sebek was trained by Lilia, you were basically self trained, your master later became your student instead, after about a week of your training. Your strength shows no bounds, same with speed and endurance, the speed in which you fight is faster than a fighter jet, sword swings and punches and kicks almost always hitting Sebek in some way, the arrows you fire almost always hit the targets... he would hate to be a target for your archery... he won't admit it, but he's quite impressed, he also won't admit the fact he looks forward to your fresh cookies afterwards. He is completely oblivious to the fact you can make powerful poisons, but he is aware you are a master in pharmacology, you never let anyone use store bought medicine anymore, you just make your own for them to use, and it actually works better than half of the stuff they sell at your local walmart, and, bonus, it actually tastes good.

(do they have walmarts in twst?)

Jack

He quite enjoys sparring with you, though he does end up with a few heavy bruises afterwards because of your strength and how hard you hit, but you always treat those afterwards, and treat him with some food, he witnessed your archery skills while he and walked in on you practicing your aim in the backyard of Ramshackle, you had targets set up around, and you fired with perfect percision, always hitting the bullseye... its almost like you're a sniper... You could fire a bow with your feet, and it would still hit bullseye, you could even not be looking and it'd still hit bullseye, its like you have eyes on every side of your head that tell you "Bingo, this is gonna hit bullseye", and don't even get me started on your swordsmanship, he could never win against you with that... he witnessed you cut a dummy into a million pieces in none but a milisecond! Crazy person, you are... He now fears you, plus a side of respect for you for these skills. He does know about your poison making skills, but he isn't worried about those, similar to Silver, he can detect poison with his wolf senses, and he just knows you'd never poison him.

Jamil

Sir... Sir you're shaking. He doesn't spar with you too often, but when he does, he has to physically prepare himself for HOURS because of how strong you are, he is good at hiding the expression of fear, though the fact he's sweating so much when you're only a minute in tells you otherwise... Honestly, why don't you become Kalim's bodyguard? Clearly you're more suit for the job. Not only is he scared of you, but he's also kinda a simp for you... A Scared Simp? A Scarimp? He would let you crush him, punch him, kick him, anything... and he'd probably Thank you. I guess his type is Strong, kind hearted and attractive. (because that's what you are obviously) He's fully aware of your skills in the poison department, but he's good at detecting poisons himself (like the others) and he knows for a fact you won't ever poison Kalim or him for that matter, so thats not something he worries about often, as for your cooking, he absolutely loves it, and he also gives you pointers to help you improve certain dishes, and the advice always helps you improve more and more everytime!

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #silver x reader #silver #silver twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #jack howl x reader #jack howl #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader

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dex0s · 8 months

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Merman

Leorio x male reader

Bondage, “drowning”, kidnapping, obsessing, Aladdin x HunterXHunter crossover, (male reader) calling Leorio princess, (male reader) being mean, not proof read

Intro: Oh no prince Leorio went missing! I wonder what happened… I hope he’s save or at least okay…

Requested?: Yes/No by anonymous

“Okay mister that will be $2.50! And I hope you fish or fishes enjoy the food!” You hand the cashier the money and thanked her. Walk back to your house you overheard interesting conversation.

“Have you heard?” Said the lady with brown hair “Heard what exactly?” Answer the blonde next to her. “The disappearances of prince Leorio! Haven’t you heard about it? It’s all over town.” The brown hair lady points at the missing poster and the guards, “the poor guards have to work overtime to try to find him…”

“Oh that! Yea people said that he was ambush on the way here.” the blonde lady said, “I hope they can find him.”,”me too.” The two lady’s drifts off in the distance.

You thought about what the lady’s said and you also hope that he gets found because who knows what will happen. You continue to walk to the house too finish what you started.

You walk down too your private chambers and open the door to see a young male bound to the wall with metal cuff and a gag in his mouth. He had on a dark blue harem pants with gold around the the waist and ankles, a dark blue and gold trenchcoat with sharp shoulder blades that expose his upper half, and a golden head-piece.

You walk up to the male and lifted up his chin. “Wakey, wakey princess” you shaked the male trying to wake him up faster because you are not a a very patient person. You hear a groan come from him, “princess I hear you it’s time to get up now!”

The male looks around shocked and try’s to said something but falls. “Here let me help you” you take the gag off to let him talk. “Where…where am I a-and who are you! Do you know who ~ahh~ ..I am ~haa~ P-prince Leorio!”, you kneel down with your hands on your face then you slightly turn your head.

“Do you think I care that your ‘prince Leorio’? Because I don’t but~ it does seem like the medicine they gave you is kicking in” you smiled then continue, “but let’s put this gag back on!”

Leorio started to struggle against you and you started to get upset. “If you don’t stop moving Princess and let me put this gag back on.” You told the guards in the back to tighten the chains. when they were done to put the gag over his mouth.

So! Now that we got that done with… Let’s see what choice you will make—~hmm~” you looked at the prince and squinting your eyes then continue to talk. “Okay don’t interrupt me~ahm~ you know what never mind”

You turned the other away and talked about your plan and how Leorio has only two options and he’s moaning in the background...*sigh*, One was he doesn’t accept the proposal and he will get a consequence, the second option is that he accept the proposal and both of them live out there last days together and happy!

You turned back around to see your “Princess” giving you lovey-dovey eyes. You kneel back down to his height and asked him a question, “so what do you choose?”

You looked into Leorio eye to only notice he’s looking at your lips. You lift up his chin and said “eyes up here pretty boy” smiling at him.

Leorio snapped out of the trance and violently shook his head no. You forcefully took your hand off his face to get up, look at him, and snarl. “Put him over the water”

At the guards put the prince over the water but become you walked over there you grabbed a necklace.

As you walked up the stairs to him you asked him one more time if this is what he wanted to choose. He shook his head slowly due to the medication taken over.

*sighs* “fine have it your way” you got over to him and as put the necklace on him you talked. “All you had too do was love me back. Yet you choose not too.” You walked down the stairs and continue.

“You could of just pretended and I would have been satisfy… Yet! You choose too be a stubborn brat” you finally get to the last step and turned to Leorio to look straight in his eyes and finally said your last sentence to him.

“So… next time, pick the right choice” you quickly turned your head to the guard holding the rope and gave him the signal and the prince drop in the water.

“Cover the tank before he gets out and pour the fish food in there too.. he may get hungry” you smiled as you saw Leorio in the water fully taken by the medicine.

“Look at my merman, isn’t he beautiful?”

#male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male reader #hxh x reader #hxh leorio #hxh 1999 #hxh fanfic #yandere #request #hunter x hunter #hunter x 2011 #yandere male x reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere x reader #leorio #leorio x reader

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oceanbilly · 7 months

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Sorrow's native son

hi, i've never posted a fic and what i wrote might seem strange and unusual, so i wanted to give an explanation beforehand. i happened to read that one page from the stranger things book, max's book to be exact, it was the scene where neil abused billy with a belt and something in me broke and what i wrote was like a knee-jerk reaction to that. it's not really a romantic setting, i think it ended up being gender neutral too (but not 100% sure), i just needed to find a way to make billy less lonely. anyways, i hope there's at least one person who will enjoy it and relate to it.

My finger slid across the different boxes on the shelf. My eyes eventually landed on the one with the sale sign hanging below it. The store was quiet except for the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights. It was getting late.

I heard a bell announcing someone’s arrival. The cold air wrapped around my body like a blanket and I shivered. As I entered another aisle, my eyes fell on Billy Hargrove.

Our paths rarely crossed, yet his sight was uncomfortably familiar. Back in high school, he always made sure to be obnoxious enough to be noticed by everyone. He was loud and bold. Liked showing off his body even in the most inappropriate places and despite the dreadful weather, as if he was rebelling against Hawkins for the sake of it. He liked being intimidating and feared. He liked being admired.

All of that used to make an impression, until the thin veil of bullshit dropped and I saw the nasty truth.

Not long after graduation, when I was walking down Cherry Lane, I saw him carrying a big box out of the back door of his house. I wouldn’t pay much attention if it wasn’t for his father, who was walking closely behind him, pushing him to go faster. When Billy tripped and the box fell with a loud clash, I stopped. I wasn’t planning on helping – it was sheer curiosity more than anything else.

Before even a thought could pass my mind, his father’s booming voice rang in my ears. His mouth danced around the word ‘useless’ like he was used to it, like it was his favorite word and saying it caused him great pleasure. I wanted to scowl and move on, telling myself that it was none of my business, but a pained noise made me freeze. A heavy boot collided with Billy’s ribs once, twice, three times and I felt every kick in my own body. His father spat on him, yelled a few more offensive words and left. I saw Billy push himself up until he was on his hands and knees. His head hung low as he took a few deep breaths. I didn’t know what I should do, or if I should even do anything at all. Billy, however, decided for me, because when he raised his head, his cold eyes pierced through mine and I knew I shouldn’t get close.

In that position on the ground, he seemed like a wounded animal, glaring at me silently. I felt like an intruder. I looked away and forced my feet to start moving again. I walked, but it was harder now, slower, because of the heavy guilt that kept weighing on my shoulders.

After that day, I saw him everywhere. It was like I was being punished for what I did. Or didn’t do. His sight alone always brought back the shame and the guilt.

Right now he was browsing the medicine shelf. He picked up the aspirin and then put it back down. He pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill out of his pocket and looked at it like it was offending him. He also looked different. His hair was gathered in a bun, and instead of his usual showy outfit, he was clothed in sweatpants, a plain t-shirt and a red plaid shirt thrown on top of it. It hung loose on him, too, and it was dripping wet. I looked outside the window, where the heavy November rain was wreaking havoc. He eventually stuffed the money back into his pocket and put the bottle down. He huffed, irritated, and stormed out of the store.

I bit my lip nervously. I quickly grabbed the aspirin and made my way to the checkout. When I went outside, I saw him walking slowly down the street. He wasn’t in a hurry, like there was nowhere he was supposed to be in this nasty weather. His figure illuminated by the street lamps seemed small.

I chased him down and stopped in front of him, successfully cutting him off. I pushed the bottle of aspirin into his hand. He furrowed his brow and looked confused for a second, before his features were clouded by anger.

‘I don’t need fucking charity,’ he spat.

‘Take it or don’t, I don’t give a shit.’ Lies.

Billy has been all I could think about. Every time I saw him in public with his father, my heart sank. It was easy to miss – the light shoves, the way Billy never really looked him in the eye. Whenever I saw him, my mind immediately recalled the image of Billy on his lawn. It was burned into my brain and it paired well with the pang of guilt somewhere in my chest.

He also seemed to remember this moment well, because whenever he spotted me in town, his body tensed and he turned his head away. We never actually talked, but his posture was a warning in itself.

Billy clenched his jaw, but his hand tightened on the bottle. The dim orange light couldn’t hide his swollen eye and a bruised cheekbone. He opened the bottle and took out three pills. I dug in my shopping bag for a water bottle, which I passed it to him. This time he accepted it without any biting remarks. My gaze flickered down to his hands and one look at his clean knuckles told me everything I needed to know. He swallowed the pills.

‘C’mon, I’ll give you a lift,’ I said and pushed past him to go get into my car.

I half expected him to just leave and not look back, maybe flip me off as a goodbye, but to my surprise he slipped into the passenger seat next to me. I took in his face which scrunched up in pain for a second, but he schooled it very fast. The raindrops slid down his cheek.

Billy didn’t seem like the person who could simply accept help. It wasn’t taught to him. His pride got in the way too. His whole body was stiff, like he was ready to bolt any second. Like he was still on the verge of making his final decision. However, these last gruelling months have taught me that he also had a strong survival instinct. If he did something uncharacteristic – he did it out of pure need.

‘So what, you just pity me? Is that it?’ His voice was low and quiet. There was a layer of anger to it. This situation was taking away his control and he didn’t like that.

‘No,’ I replied, starting the engine and pulling out onto the road. ‘I pity your dad.’

‘For having a useless son?’ He asked louder now. The cool mask of anger was cracking, allowing the anxiety to seep through. From the corner of my eye I could see the end of his sleeve gripped tightly in his hand. I flinched at the word. It was now my least favorite word.

‘For being a braindead pissbucket.’ I spat. ‘I believe it’s incurable.’

I risked a quick glance at him and found him staring at me like I grew a second head. He snorted loudly and turned towards the window, a smile playing on his lips. I felt a bit lighter now that he was slightly less tense.

‘Do you want me to…’ I hesitated, knowing I was about to bring his mood down, ‘drop you off at home?’

He didn’t reply, but he shook his head, still looking out the window. I clenched my jaw, eyes fixed firmly on the road. He was out late in the pouring rain in the middle of November wearing these damn rags. He clearly walked for a while and he didn’t have his car. I wondered briefly if his father would be above kicking him out of the house for the night. I didn’t ask where to take him, because I had a feeling he didn’t have anywhere to go.

After ten minutes of silence I pulled up to my driveway.

I got out of the car and leaned down to look at Billy. ’C’mon.’ There was no point in asking. I let him make his decision based on what he really needed right now. He followed me without a word.

I opened the door and pushed him inside first. The pleasant warmth of the house made me sigh in relief. I took off my jacket and shoes, and looked at Billy, who was currently leaving a small puddle on the floor. I walked up to him and gently slid the dripping plaid shirt off of his shoulders. I was going to put it on the radiator in the kitchen, but something caught my eye. His white shirt had splashes of red all over his back. My heart stopped and the shirt slipped out of my hands. No. No, no, no.

‘Billy?’ My voice sounded weak and uncertain.

‘Yeah?’

‘You’re… You’re hurt,’ I said, eyes glued to the blood stains.

He tensed immediately. He didn’t reply and I was worried I saw too much. The most he had hoped for was probably just the painkillers and a place to crash. He didn’t actually plan on letting me in and now I accidentally stepped into his personal space. I was too close to the issue and I knew it scared him.

‘It’s fine,’ he said in a defensive tone. ‘Don’t worry about it.’

I could just let it go. In fact that’s what I should’ve done.

But then I felt it again. It creeped upon my shoulders slowly just to crush me all at once. The guilt. It didn’t let me move. It didn’t let me breathe. After that the panic started to set in. I let him suffer for so long.

I grabbed his hand, led him into the kitchen and made him sit in a chair. I pulled the first aid kit out of the cabinet and I saw it in his eyes. The flash of anger and betrayal, but I have already made my decision.

‘Take your shirt off,’ I said in a serious tone. ‘Please,’ I added quietly.

I expected him to put up a fight or at least make a suggestive joke, but he didn’t. He knew there was no use. The curtain was ripped away a long time ago and he had to accept that. But it was clear that he had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that someone knew the truth.

He gripped the hem of his t-shirt and started pulling it up, but halfway through he made a pained noise and let out a frustrated sigh. I grabbed the shirt for him and gently pulled it off.

When my eyes landed on his back, I felt dizzy. His tan skin was littered with angry red welts. The bruises were slowly blooming all over his back and the skin was broken in places. My first instinct was to ask him if he was hit by a car, but I knew better. And then I saw a few deep red squares that made me sick. The belt buckle.

“Jesus,” I breathed, before I could stop myself. I reeled back horrified. I’ve never seen anyone hurt this badly. I tried not to overreact – I had a feeling he would just run if I did. I suppressed my rising panic and closed my eyes for a second. It didn’t help much, the image already burned behind my eyelids. “I’m gonna clean it up, is that okay?” I asked, full of hesitation. I wasn’t sure how to even approach this without making him upset or ashamed. He was in a very vulnerable position, which could trigger his fight or flight response.

He didn’t reply, but he did give me a quick nod.

Feeling slightly relieved, I took out a cloth, dampened it and gently pressed it against his skin, trying to clean the dried blood away to see the wounds clearly. He flinched, but stayed quiet. I had to resist the urge to just take my hand away, so that I wouldn’t cause him any more pain, but this had to be done.

I drenched a gauze in an antiseptic and with a light hand started to disinfect the injuries. That did get a hiss and a muted fuck out of him, which I tried my hardest to ignore. Looking at his massacred back up close was making me lightheaded.

How could someone do this to another person? To their own kid?

The shame I felt was shattering. I knew. I knew this whole time and I failed him. My mind was cruel enough to make me feel like I was the one holding the belt.

I tried to be quick with the antiseptic, because his body felt like a tightly wound up string, ready to snap at any moment. I looked at the pile of bloodied gauzes and felt nauseous.

I took a few clean ones and covered the wounds, and then secured them with some medical tape. It looked a bit ridiculous and not professional at all, but the aesthetics didn’t matter right now. After I was done, Billy didn’t say anything. He wasn’t really moving either. I could only imagine what was going through his head right now.

I sat down in front of him to check how he was doing and I was met with a very hard image to take. He wasn’t crying. His head was hanging low and he was staring at the floor. His eyes were eerily hollow. Emotionless. There was no dramatic reaction, no sobbing, no fighting. Just acceptance.

I put away the first aid kit and cleaned up the used supplies.

‘Any cracked ribs?’ I asked standing awkwardly next to him. He shook his head without looking at me.

I was conflicted. I didn’t feel like I had the right to act like his friend now, but leaving him alone was not even an option. I looked at him sitting there. His body wasn’t as muscular as it used to be, he looked thinner. When he was hunched over like that, his skin stretched over his ribs grotesquely. He seemed to be a shell of the Hawkins High king he once was. All of his friends who used to worship him left the town. He was alone.

I put the kettle on and prepared some hot tea to warm him up. He didn’t even move, didn’t speak. He was lost in thought. I put two mugs on the table and sat down in front of him.

I wasn’t certain if I should say anything, but when I looked at him my heart broke. I saw my hand reach out involuntarily and cover his. It was cold. His head snapped up and he looked at me surprised.

‘I… I’m sorry, Billy. I’m sorry for what I did.’

He seemed confused. ‘What did you do?’

‘I pretended like I didn’t see it. I acted like I didn’t know.’

He looked down again and shook his head. ‘It’s not your job to help. I manage on my own.’

I squeezed his hand lightly.

‘I know we’re not friends, but… I don’t want you to be on your own anymore. If you let me, I’ll be there for you. With you.’

The look he gave me was indescribable. His brows were drawn gently like he didn’t quite understand what I was saying. The feeling of support was so alien to Billy he wasn’t sure how to react. I wanted him to know that if he shared this burden, it would get a bit lighter. He didn’t have carry it alone anymore.

He didn’t sob or open up immediately. He did not pour his feelings out to me. He sat there quietly for a long time, but I could see that there was no anger or fear darkening his beautiful face anymore. He was weighing his options, thinking carefully about the secret he has kept for so long. He was now forced to confront it, to look this monster in the eye and call it by its name. He had to acknowledge his pain, really feel it instead of burying it deep under his skin.

The yellow overhead light in my kitchen betrayed Billy and I caught the glimpse of how glassy his eyes were. He didn’t let the tears fall. He didn’t even let his voice break.

All he said was: ‘Okay.’

And I knew he was ready to let me in.

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Avatar: The Way of Water (2022)

Original Character

Continuation of This

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐈 𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐎’𝐀𝐓’𝐈𝐓𝐄

“you make them grow up too quickly JakeSully.”

“I like it but everything is just so wet and bouncy”

༅ ༅ ༅

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Name: Tenawri te Tshaka Mo’at’ite

Alias: Tenawri, Nawri, aunt Nawri, Nawnaw

Gender: Female

Born: 2135

Age: 33

Mate: none

Occupation:

-Warrior/Hunter

-Occasional Healer

-Occasional Babysitter

Family:

-Mo’at [Mother, Alive]

- Eytukan [Father, Deceased]

- Sylwanin [Older Sister, Deceased]

- Neytiri [Twin Sister, Alive]

- Jake Sully [Brother In-Law, Neytiri Mate, Alive]

- Neteyam Sully [Nephew, Alive]

- Kiri Sully [Niece, Alive]

- Lo’ak Sully [Nephew, Alive]

- Tuktirey [Niece, Alive]

Clan:

-Metkayina Clan

-Omatikaya Clan [Former]

༅ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 ༅

When Neytiri was pregnant, Tenawri was the one who they tell first. Tenawri cried.

She is a crybaby. Deadly. Crybaby.

Jake and Tenawri becomes besties. Neytiri lowkey kinda jealous of Jake.

“SKXAWNG! BRING HER BACK TO ME YOU HAVE HER LONG ENOUGH! KA!”

“SHE IS MY SISTER TOO YOU KNOW”

When Neteyam was born, Tenawri swore to protect her sister and her family.

When Lo’ak was born, one look at him and she goes-

“I will pray to eywa that you grow up just like your mother-“

“Hey!”

The children call her Aunt Nawri or NawNaw

Tenawri often babysit the kids when the parents went on their date night

Tenawri also sometimes teaches the kids. On Neteyam first day, he come home with hair full of leaves and a few scratches.

“She kicked you off a tree didn’t she?”

“Yes.”

It becomes a tradition to Tenawri

“How is your first day with aunt Nawri Lo’ak?”

“She kicked me off from a tree..”

“We know.”

Tenawri sometimes let kiri go with her to get some plants for medicine

Lowkey she kinda like neytiri when it comes to spider but on the lowkey-

When the whole hostage scene happened, Tenawri is also there and that is the first time the kids seen her fight.

They are terrified.

Tenawri was not against Jakes plan to move out.

“We are being hunted, ma Neytiri. We have to leave.”

Tenawri was not fond of the ocean. Not one bit. But she joined the training with Jake for the sake of survival.

Tenawri thinks that ronal is an absolute bitch, poor Tonowari

Tenawri love to watch the kids train, she often fly over them.

Tenawri notice the looks between Lo’ak and Tsireya.

“The outsider and the chief daughter huh? Now.. where have i seen that before?”

Tenawri often take the boys out for a fly and hunt to let of some steam, she feel sorry for them.

She and Neytiri often sit on the beach and talk shit about Ronal.

Kiri and Tsireya

Tsireya and ao’nung is afraid of tenawri, Tsireya was kinda shaking when Lo’ak introduce her.

“Tsireya, this is-“

“itisverynicetomeetyou”

“Oh my sweetie, can you say it a bit slower please?”

Ao’nung lowkey have a crush on her.

Tenawri, Jake, and Tonowari becomes somewhat of an awkward friendship

“I am sorry for my wife.”

“Me too.”

“Females am i right?”

“…”

“Nawri you do realize that you’re a female too right?”

“Yeah? So?”

“Right.. let us get on with the tour”

She whooped wainfleet ass to the depth of hell. Flying like the true warrior she is.

She manage to shot the people, who shoot neteyam, ain’t nobody gonna touch her nephews. They touch, they dead.

She kinda caught spider save quaritch, and she follows him.

She plans on killing him but an atokirina fly down on her arrow…

She didn’t kill him.

“Why didn’t you take the shot sweetheart? Im a easy kill, might as well died faster.”

“…you’re confuse with yourself, you are not what you use to be.”

“…”

“Choose, Demon. Will you answer the call of Eywa?”

He saw a new light that night.

And they-

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This is a weird mix of a drabble and just notes/outlines of the idea. Might clean it up later and post to AO3, might not.

Au idea: If MDZS considered more about the impact of war on bodies and minds ft. Jiang Wanyi...

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Jiang Cheng hated war. There seemed to never be enough time to take a minute to breath and rest after a battle before the next strategy meeting or the next logistic reviews. His robes were always caked with grime and blood, his sword in need another round of cleaning and maintenance, but there was only just enough time to scarf down food and water while another cultivator relied updates of casualty numbers and news of more fighting between the Nie and Jin or the Lan and Wei Wuxian again.

But Jiang Cheng found that he hated the aftermath of the war even more. He was prepared to be overwhelmed by the process of rebuilding Lotus Pier; he was aware of the challenges that would befall on the nearly destroyed Jiang sect, from the lack of financial resources to the manpower and near decimated alliances with the (former) subsidiary Jiang sects. He knew that he had no clue what he was doing, but with his sister by his side again and Wei Wuxian whose mind moved faster than it had any right to, he thought he could handle anything in his way-

But Jiang Cheng never realized to consider this.

[Flashback to Jiang Cheng not thinking much as he powerwalks through the rebuilding efforts and one of the taverns is full of cultivators who fought in the Sunshot Campaign drinking away in broad daylight. It's not even noon yet! This is the 5th time this week that Jiang Cheng caught them slacking away for some drink.

Jiang Cheng still recalls how powerful and serious these men were in battle. They didn't shy away from the fighting, unlike Jin disciples. But here? In peacetime, when everything was finally starting to become normal again, NOW they decide to throw up their self-disciple and become wasteful drunks despite seeing all the hands that were needed for the rebuilding efforts? Jiang Cheng scowled and gave them all a piece of his mind, but he still found them emptying yet another bottle of the most potent rice wine the next day, only in another tavern that was located in a more quiet corner of the town.

Jiang Cheng was anything but pleased to find out that this particular hidden hole in the way happened to also be Wei Wuxian's favorite place to hide away for drinks as well. The thought about the other drunkards fled his mind as he immediately beset upon his brother and haul his ass back hom for jie to give him a stern talking to for abandoning his duties as First Disciple.

But like with the other cultivators whose personalities did a 180 since the end of the war, Wei Wuxian still continued sneaking out for more wine.

Once was an outlier, twice was a coincidence.

Then Jiang Yanli, looking for Wei Wuxian once again, found far too many empty wine bottles in Wei Wuxian's room instead of the man himself.

Evidently this drinking habit was a pattern.

Jiang Cheng scowled.]

Yunmeng Jiang Sect was far worse than he ever expected it to be. It was a clan full of crippled men and women still dealing with the lingering aftereffects of battle wounds. He was up to his neck drowning in the cost of healers and medicine, but he and his pride refused to kick out the honorable men and women who fought to avenge his parents and other fallen members of the Jiang sect. Even if they were rogue cultivators prior to the war, fighting along side them during the three long years of battles installed a sense of comrady that Jiang Cheng acknowleged.

And it wasn't like his meager sect could afford to turn away anyone willing to join it.

But he couldn't very well expect a man missing a leg, from thigh down, to help with roofing or hammering away at wooden boards. A man still haunted by warfare noises, jumping at any and all sounds of screaming, couldn't be trusted to teach classes anymore than a blinded scholar could make sense of the remaining records abandoned by the Wens who occupied Yunmeng during the Sunshot Campaign. Still, this was better than the ones who were permanently paralyzed from the neck down or the woman who received a faceful of metal shards to the face.

(Jiang Cheng wondered if death would be better than continuing to live, unable to see, hear, or smell.)

Jiang Cheng had no clue how Jiang Yanli was able to organize the logistics of it all, arranging schedules that would accommodate people's new bodies and still allow the sect to slowly but surely remerged from the ashes with newly constructed building and new recruits joining their sect. A quarter of the sect was made up of people who's only contribution was making useless noises of complaints about how their beds were too soft or making up fanciful tales of war for children to listen with great rapture. Otherwise they were just useless mouths to keep feeding and endless bags of medicine to continue stuffing.

Jiang Cheng had never thought to factor into his plans of how surviving war would be impacted by having half the members of his sect suffering from life-altering battle injuries. Nearly all of them complained of aching scars on a rainy day and Jiang Yanli was on the constant lookout to watch for people stealing extra pain-relief medication than was prescribed.

At least the sect's consumption of the meat being at an all time low was helping save many coins from the tiny budget Jiang Cheng was working with. Who would had thought that being part of the special forces that got special viewing of Wen Ruohan's torture chambers would leave such a lifelong souvenir?

Jiang Cheng could only hope that, with a third of the sect being vegetarian, now no longer able to consume meat without puking or having flashbacks to the Wen's Fire Palace, mealtimes wouldn't continue backsliding into something that further resembled the Gusu Lan's bland vegetarian fare.

---

A pair of Nie disciples served as messengers to the Jiang Sect. They were ferrying some contracts that were to renew the Jiang-Nie trade routes.

Jiang Cheng noticed that one of the disciple had two swords on him while the other had none.

The former glared at Jiang Cheng for daring to ask about it and looked ready to storm out of the receiving room, contracts be damned. The latter shrunk away in shame and embarrassment but mumbled out that his martial brother was holding onto his sword for his own good. That since the war, he was having Bad Thoughts and not having a sword on him was improving things.

Jiang Cheng's mind couldn't help but recall the Jiang disciple he saw committing suicide-

[Flashback 2: Jiang Cheng stumbling upon a Jiang disciple - one of the few who survived the burning of Lotus Pier - by the riverbank, face looking eerily calm as thought he was at peace and not freezing with his legs, up to his knees, submerged in cold water.

Jiang Cheng too late to stop the blade smoothly, swiftly cutting into the long pale neck.

Jiang Cheng didn't tell anyone what he saw. Instead, he claimed that the Jiang disciple had been hiding life-threatening injuries - a slow acting but fatal poison - and succumbed to it last night.

The Jiang disciple, having served the sect for 20 some odd years, deserved respect, no matter the ending.]

And suddenly Jiang Cheng's understanding of Wei Wuxian's refusal to touch his blade again takes on a different meaning. Jiang Cheng didn't want to admit it. Wei Wuxian was supposed to be infallible, undefeatable! He could always be relied upon to show Jiang Cheng up, fixing up his messes with not a speck of effort or thought!

But his drinking, his limping gait when he thought no one was watching, and the flinches when the smell of the kitchen cooking meat wafted through courtyard and open windows into the receiving room all pointed to the same conclusion:

The war had touched Wei Wuxian more than Jiang Cheng realized.

And he was going to lose his brother to a self-inflicted death if he did nothing about it.

#mdzs #mxtx #mdzs ideas #mao dao zu shi #the untamed #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #jiang wanyin #wei wuxian #wei ying #drabble #ao3 #jiang Cheng observes ptsd and the other impacts of war AU

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hello, I wanted to request a one shot for Tao Ren with a fem reader who is extremely insecure about her abilities as a shaman in combat even though she is an extremely powerful healer and support. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, it is your choice. Thank you!

Hello!! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy it! <33333

Tao Ren With A Healer Reader Who's Insecure About Their Shamanic Abilities 🌿

Before he decided to fix up his attitude, he used to make fun of your abilities. Being a healer doesn’t exactly provide you with any super strength or flashy abilities. If you weren’t physically strong outside of your abilities, then he wouldn’t see you as a threat.

He’d mock you whenever he could, but he eventually realized how useful your power was in battle. Depending on how fast you could heal yourself or others, you’d probably be a pretty formidable opponent.

It’s kinda like with Faust’s skeletons and how they always get back up. If you could do the same at a fast rate, he’d be a little intimidated. Of course, he also considers if certain wounds heal faster than others.

After he eventually softened up and got to know you, he’d lessen up on the comments towards your abilities. He’d realize that he was being childish and even ask you more about how your powers work.

Something he realized was that your power also meant that you had a lot of knowledge of medicines and various healing procedures. Of course, you couldn’t save him when he died because you weren’t there, but he appreciated the effort you made.

One day, you asked him if he could help you train in combat. He’d be shocked, since he honestly didn’t think you needed the training. Sure, you were a little reckless sometimes in the field, but he figured you could handle yourself.

When you explain how helpless you feel with your lack of combat abilities, he realizes how important strength is to you. Begrudgingly, he decides to help you.

He’s initially apprehensive about the idea, since he sometimes forgets to manage his own strength. He’s used to going all out on his enemies, but he doesn’t want to do that to you. He does a fee practice sparring sessions to access your current strength and what you need help with.

Your agility, coordination, and flexibility are fine. The main issue is the lack of physical force behind your attacks along with your endurance. Since you were so used to using most of your mana to heal yourself, you didn’t have much endurance against physical attacks. He literally beat you in a fist fight in five minutes!

He starts training you in his spare time, which is how he gradually grows closer to you. He watches you grow in strength, and he also grows alongside you. Even when he was learning the spells from Hao’s stupid book, he learned them with you.

Every time your

One shot 💜:

Ren let out a grunt as he blocked your oncoming strike. Another session of hand to hand combat, another session of teaching you to be stronger. Ren didn’t really get it. To him, you were already pretty strong…yet, it seems you didn’t see it that way.

“Come on. Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got? Have you not learned a single thing?” Ren remarked mockingly as he easily dodged your weak attack. He suddenly dealt a sharp roundhouse kick to your stomach, watching you brace for impact.

To his surprise…you didn’t fall. You let out a groan before quickly dealing a kick of your own. He didn’t have time to react, causing him to lose his balance and fall over. Incredible. You had finally landed a proper hit on him.

He watched you hurry to his side, frantically asking if he was okay. He let out a scoff, but he supposed it was just your nature as a healer. He let out a rare chuckle and looked at you, smirking proudly. “Good job,” he whispered, “We’ll start again tomorrow.”

He watched you jump up excitedly. You were so proud of yourself. He couldn’t help but cup your cheek, causing you to gasp in surprise. “Try and add some more power to your kick next time,” he added teasingly before grabbing his sword and heading back inside, leaving you flustered and stuttering on the ground.

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. This just got a lot more interesting.

#shaman king x reader #headcannons #ren tao x reader #oneshot

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