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[janesgms]

Astro Notes - 08

✨️ General Edition ✨️

I hope this makes sense but having venus overlays in the houses related to your venus sign is one of the best placements to have in a romantic relationship, even if is not a house known for being romantic. For ex: there's a boy I'm getting to know who's a gemini venus, and i am an aquarius venus, his venus falls in my 11th house and my venus falls in his 3rd. These 2 houses are known for friendships but in this case they work differently and we have a lot of chemistry and lovey feelings for each other, far from being a friendly connection!

In my experiences, having moon conjunct moon is a total hell to me. There's just a lot of "emotional" tension who gets unbearable most of the times and you can be so similar that you don't understand each other and may hate each other. I think this placement at its worst is a war of egos 24/7. Also being deeply hurt by anything the other do, you may feel much more emotional than the usual. But idk bc every placement works differently for everyone. And this can be similar to moon opposite moon, even though I still prefer moon opp moon over moon conjunct moon.

HOWEVER, having moon in the same sign but not in a conjunction is such a paradise to me, it's truly a blessing to have in any type of relationship because u understand each other in a very nurturing way, so sweet, you feel at ease with this person.

And talking about moon, the sweetest thing to have, even if cliche, is definitely moon trine moon or moon in the 4th house overlay, it's way better than conjunctions or oppositons, because these two are very intense and may never end well, even if you felt like you've found a soulmate at first, it's truly karmic, but with the moon trine moon/moon 4H overlay is so good, specially if they are in the same synastry >>>

Moon 7H overlay it's a weird feeling for me as the moon because i feel so appreciated by the house person. The house person usually sees the moon person like an inspiration, and they find the moon so but SO perfect at everything, you have no idea, sometimes i even get shy. If you're looking for someone who worships you or just really compliments you naturally then find someone who has their 7th house in your moon sign (thank me later). Also i feel like the 7th house person do not see any imperfection in the moon person and can help them to overcome their insecurities. When I'm the house person, I even get jealous at the moon person because they're treated literally like royalty. Just remembering that this also depends on other aspects and the whole synastry guys bc the 7th house can be a tricky one, so don't come at me later, but for now I'm loving it

Something interesting is that i keep attracting guys with cancer/pisces venus or mars and i literally have pisces venus and cancer mars in my mars persona chart 🤯 pls leave me alone i don't want uuuuuuu,,, jk but i think this is cause I need to deal better with this energy internally so they're necessary for my jouney 🔪🔪

Now talking about the apocaliptic 8H and 12H synastry. There was a guy I've had something with, I'm gonna call him T, so T has his venus/asc/SATURN!!!! in my 12th house and mars/uranus in my 8th house, and i have my moon/mc/juno in his 12th house and venus/chiron/neptune in his 8th house, and let me tell you this was one of the most painful things i've went through, this person left unhealable scars in me, and the worst is that it seemed like a fairytale to me most of the times. So, summing it, this synastry is hella karmic and can be dangerous to your mental health if you're not careful, but everyone needs to go through it to learn something in this life so we have to move on. But i'm not saying it is terrible all the time because it depends on both people's maturity, I just had the bad luck of sharing it with a heartless person, and I was the one hurt in the end 🖤 but anyways life goes on i still cry to this date thinking about T

Talking about karmic relationships, i believe South Node in 4H in synastry is a huge indicator of past life conections, or just a comfortable feeling generally if not this kind of connection, so that can explain why you can attract certain ascendants more than others. For ex: I always attract cancer ascendants and my south node falls in their 4th house

Another ascendant I attract a lot is sagittarius but this ain't good always because they can be so stressful when underveloped. And this can be to the fact that my sun/mercury falls in their 1st house and my moon falls in their 7th house so they feel pulled to me in a sense? But as you all must know these overlays can be super superficial at times and I don't enjoy it always as the planet person... But overall I still love my sagittarius risings most of the time <3

There's something so sweet about Taurus Mercuries when they're talking that i find it underrated, yes everyone talks about how they have sensual voices but sometimes they're just cute. There's an undeniable charm in the way they talk like i just want to hear them talk all the time (this applies to both vedic and western)

Now to be honest one of the best placements for physical enchantment in synastry is ASC in the 5H overlay, as the asc person i just feel so much attracted to the asc's appearance and aura it's crazy, but i wanna experience it as the asc person too (hey aries risings how u doin)

This one's also a cliche but all of the twins i know have at least one placement of their big 6 in gemini! also as a gemini moon i've always attracted a lot of twins in my life and i've always wanted to have twins, still a dream though. But it runs in my mom's genetics since in her family there are thousands of twins so i still have chances guys!!

Not to brag or anything because i say it basing on other sag mercuries I know *yes we apparently attract each other like moths to flames lol*, but sagittarius mercuries are so fun to talk to when they want to, and specially online, they text like the most excited person ever with a lot of emojis and all of that, also their laugh are always gonna be loud or straight funny, be it personally or virtually. But i realize we only do that to who we really like and obviously the house placements also matters!! But yes independtly of anything ALL (I really mean all of them) sagittarius mercuries always want to be right and have the last word even if they know they're obviously wrong

Aries venus in the composite chart is so hot. Like i know it's in detriment but is just really fun and fiery to experience, specially if the house is favourable. Also, a lot of sparks coming out from each other when they're together and a palpable chemistry, everyone ships you two so get together already damn

Aquarius mercuries and their diction that makes them look like they're talking a language from another planet sometimes. Also, they seem like they're always talking weird things all the time, in a good way of course, I love them my babies! Also, they always seem to know random facts about literally everything and they have such a diverse taste for music, movies, ANYTHING. But they can be very misunderstanded sometimes because they're not gonna say what people expect them to say. But anyways aquariuses and sagittariuses always seem to get each other because they have similar tastes.

7H placements are people pleasers to the point where is destructive to themselves, but they can't help it, it's in their nature to do this. They all need a hug right now I love you, please take care of youself more and learn how to impose your boundaries, it's for your own health (a self-criticism)

stay with this dancing lady right here guys bye (me in the next party)

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[imliketheiceifreeze]

Human Miles Quaritch x reader

Good girl-part 2

Warnings: smut, swearing, MINORS DNI

PART ONE

1,577 words

background info:

you are a 25 year old botanist, closely shadowing Grace Augustine. After you are forced to spend time with the very man you and your whole department despise in order to be granted access to a mission on Pandora; you both succumb to temptation, leading you to form a less than ideal relationship with the colonel which leaves you wanting more.

Miles Quaritch and Y/N had made a habit of sneaking around at this point. As much as you hated him, his cocky attitude and rough demeanor tapped into something primal within you, plus he made you cum harder than you ever had in your life, something no man before him could even attempt to do. Yet, keeping your affair a secret had become somewhat tricky, especially with his busy schedule, which was exactly how you'd ended up in this situation.

It was after a long meeting, both you and Quaritch had zoned out long ago, in favour of playing footsie under the table, it was a stroke of luck that you'd both ended up beside one another and you intended to take full advantage of that fact.

Small touches here and there, sliding your hand up his leg, grazing his crotch whilst he massaged your bare thigh with calloused fingers, leaning in a little too close every now and then to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

Which is why once everyone was dismissed, and you were walking unsuspectingly down the hall to the lab, a rough hand grabbed your arm, dragging you into the store cupboard. Quaritch was all over you the moment the door shut behind you, teeth clashing in fervour, both desperate for one another.

"Hmph, Miles," you mumbled, your words muffled by the veracious mouth of the man above you, that was until he gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he spoke against your lips.

"Now, you know that's not my name sweetheart," he tugged your hair sharply until your chin was tipped up to the ceiling, your back arching against him involuntarily as a lewd moan slipped past your lips.

"Come on, what's my name? say it baby," growling against your throat, he smirked as he finally felt his favourite word vibrate through your lips.

"Colonel."

"Good girl," he cooed, hitching your thigh around his waist, pushing his hips roughly against yours as his eyes glinted. "You feel that darling? This is what you get for being such a little cockslut, couldn't even wait until we're alone... I'm starting to think you get off on getting caught Y/N...am I right?"

All you could do was moan and grip onto his shoulders tightly, grinding your barely covered pussy against him as your skirt rolled over your ass with your movements.

"Oh you do? shit baby I can feel your pussy begging for it, you want me sweetheart?"

"Please Colonel, It's been so long," you whined, still humping his leg like a bitch in heat as a raspy chuckle echoed off the walls of the confined cupboard.

"I could screw you everyday and you'd still say that, fucking insatiable thing," he croons, looking down at your desperate state through half lidded eyes, one hand reaching around to grip your ass, massaging the flesh roughly through your thin cotton panties.

You pout at his comment, leaning back against the wall with a thud, arms coming to cross over your chest defensively.

"Hey, don't pull that face, that was mean huh? let me make it up to ya sweetheart," his hand travels unabashedly from under your ass to your sopping cunt, his finger rubbing slowly up your slit drawing a surprised moan from you, the force of the feeling of him prodding your clothed entrance pushing you forward into his chest.

"That feel good baby, yeah?" his strained voice sounds in your ear as his fingers work themselves around your sensitive folds. He already had your legs wobbling like a fawn as you lent onto his chest against your forearms, overwhelmed by the sensation already. "I bet it does, I can feel you shaking against me Y/N, come on, look at me" he instructs, using his other hand, he patted your your cheek to force your gaze back to his eyes, the pure unadulterated lust stirring in them leaving you breathless.

"Put them inside colonel, please," he snorts at that, half smirking as he presses a kiss to your lips before slipping your panties to one side, easily sliding two fingers into your slick entrance. You tilt your head back, lips parting as a blissed out moan falls thoughtlessly from them, that euphoric feeling of being full totally consuming your mind.

"Shh, shh baby, gotta be quiet alright" he rasps, catching your mouth in another searing kiss to quiet your squeaks of pleasure, all the while his fingers are driving into you at an unforgiving pace. His ministrations leave you as malleable as putty in his hands, moaning and squirming against him, hips following the movements of his fingers in desperation.

"Think you can take my cock Sweetheart? you ready for me?" Miles growls, gripping one delicate hand and forcing it against his rock hard length. You can feel him throbbing even through his cargos and it almost makes you feel bad for being the only one feeling some kind of release...almost.

"Yeah, yeah I can just be quick please, I'm so close... colonel," the lust in your voice catches even yourself off guard, never having been capable of making those kinds of noises before your little arrangement with Miles begun, you could only guess how clamant you must seem to him in these moments.

"Yeah, I'll be quick angel, Jesus" he whispers that last part with an unreadable expression as he slowly pulls his fingers from inside your heat, marvelling at the pool of slick that follows, dribbling onto the wooden floor like a leaky faucet.

And before you even have time to whine about the emptiness you're being condemned to, there he is again, thick cock head prodding at your sensitive lips, and eventually splitting you apart deliciously slowly. The feeling has you heating up like a furnace, your body quivering, nails digging harshly into the Colonel's arms, leaving deep crescent moon shaped marks all along his tanned skin.

"A-ahh!" you manage to choke out as the muscular walls of your pussy start to convulse and twitch around him, the rush of pleasure taking you by surprise and by the time you realise you're coming it's already happened, and all you can do is take shallow, panting breaths before peeking up shyly from beneath your lashes at the crystal blue orbs glaring down at you.

"Fucks sake" he snarls, words laced with an emotion akin to annoyance, but you know better, especially with the ferocious pace he sets, cantering his hips into you almost immediately and giving you no time to recover.

"C-colonel," you stutter, legs giving way as you crash into his chest, before swiftly being pulled up by a pair of strong arms, your legs winding around his waist as he continues to abuse your cunt with deep, languid strokes.

All that can be heard from the cupboard is a symphony of grunts and moans along with the bordeline pornographic wetness of your pussy and the incriminating squeaking of the old wood straining under your combined weights.

"That's it, atta girl, you gonna squirt for me again gorgeous? fuck, you've already ruined this floor..so needy aren't you?"

His lewd words bring you even closer to the edge again, the tell tale contracting of your walls giving you away too easily to the smug man above you.

"Y-yeah...feels so good..."

It's in this moment you begin to hear chatter down the hallway, just past the unlocked door concealing your transgressions, the footsteps of your colleagues shortly follow. Fear courses through your veins at the mere idea of being caught in such a derogatory situation, yet in the same breath, and even more shamefully, it served to bring your orgasm on that much more quickly.

"You gonna cum for them all? I know you want to angel, know you like being caught, nasty girl." He whispers hotly into your ear, as your body begins to contort, spine almost cracking with the severity of the arch in your back and everything finally comes crashing down. Your hips stutter as a blinding white light flashes from behind your eyelids, only sobs and wanton moans leave your lips as you grip his cock inside of you like a vice.

"Shit, there you go, look at you darlin' so fucking pretty for me like this," he groans, head tilting back as his hips still, flush to your own, his cock piercing so deep within you that you can feel it in your throat.

"I'm right behind you baby, right behind you," he moans in a surprisingly broken tone, hips drawing slow circles inside you as he speaks.

And all it takes is a whisper of, "please come inside me Colonel," from your reddened lips to unravel the usually put together and uptight man, coming with a noise so obscene, that even in this situation you felt yourself flush with embarrassment, as his lips latched onto your collarbone and the skin on your breasts, accessible in your low cut shirt, nibbling and sucking until he was over his peak and you were covered in highly conspicuous, stamps of ownership.

"Jesus Christ," he sighs, slipping his softening manhood from you as he pulls away, still wearing that cocky smirk as always, albeit a little less convincingly than usual. "Thanks for the quickie darlin'," he gloats, giving your ass a slap as he buckles his trousers back up and swings the door wide open, sauntering out of the snug little store cupboard, not caring that you were still half dressed, leaking with his cum and shaking pitifully, nor that the floor was basically a slip and slide at this point.

He never cared, that was one thing you couldn't bare about him, lately, he never even took a moment to catch his breath before he was leaving you like some kind of fuck toy...it was so degrading and you knew you were worth more than that yet...you couldn't stay away from him, no matter how hard you tried and it was driving you fucking crazy.

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[drunkenlionwrites]

Headcanons for how Vash would react to learning his s/o is immortal/unaging? Any continuity you like. I'm not picky.

Vash with immortal s/o

Oh he will be so torn between his emotions. On one hand, he will be so increadibly happy. At last he will not be alone. At last he will not outlive his loved one.

He'll become more open and attached with a lover who's immortal/has a prolonged lifespan. He will confide more, will not be so afraid of attachment. It's like one of the most heartbreaking aftermath of him being involved with someone is gone. He will not distance himself to the usual extent from you.

So here comes the tricky part - prolonged lifespan doesnt mean that you're unkillable. You bleed, you get sick, you can be affected physically, so Vash will become more protective, to the point of being overbearing

He most likely will leave you in some safe space, maybe with Luida, maybe in a little cozy town (lol no distancing emotionally doesn't mean he won't abandon you temporarily out of protection)

No, you will not follow him, it's dangerous! No, you won't assist him in taking down Knives, are you kidding? He cannot have you as a collateral damage now that you're the sole reason for him to want to live past his unresolved guilt-ridden penance.

It will either end up with you following him and him running from you and trying to cover his traces, which is hard, or you getting enough of all this and just living your life for the time being, or you out-stubborning him and joining him in the end (good luck with trying that though)

After all's ended he will allow himself to indulge in a simple living with his long living beloved, if you're persistent enough. Not sure if it will end in "happily ever after", but he will sure try.

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[butterflyknifegirl]

ᖭ༏ᖫ Knives and Pens ᖭ༏ᖫ

Ellie x Female Reader

MDI 18+

Word count: 5836 (14 pages)

A.N: This is my first fic. Takes place within the TLOU2 universe, with some slight changes.  

Any songs used in this story were released prior to Breakout Day; September 26th, 2013.

Warnings for this episode: angst, cursing, violence, gore, nudity, lesbian sexualism/erotica, mentions of murder, pregnancy trauma.

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Character Summary:

Name: Aria Rose

You have been trained at a very young age to be a doctor at the Buffalo QZ in New York, following your mother's footsteps. At 16, your mother passed away and it encouraged you to escape into Canada and head West. You stayed in a settlement called 'Orion' in Alberta, Canada where you grew into a proficient neonatal surgeon. Even though you mainly focused on mothers-to-be and infants, you were also well versed in neuro as that was your mother’s specialty.

At 20, you were tasked with a mission to deliver a pregnant 18 year old across the border to a settlement in Jackson, Wyoming where her remaining family stayed. It was discussed between the two settlements that you would also come to Jackson and teach new doctors as you have done in the Orion settlement in Alberta.

When you reach the border of Wyoming located on the map, we will have three of our own to escort you the rest of the way. -Maria

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Episode 1: Entering Wyoming

You and a small group from Alberta have made it down through Montana. This is where things get tricky; you were 10 miles away from the border and had to bring Hannah, the pregnant 18 year old, there alone for the rest of the way.

"This is where we leave you," one of the men said while taking out some extra ammo and handing it to you, "When you reach the border they will inspect you for infection. Good luck out there."

You nod at the men and thank them. Hannah, who is wearing an oversized black T-shirt looks over at you with doe eyes and she grips her pistol with two hands. She's 8 months pregnant and it shows. This whole trip has been on foot and you know how tired she must be.

Hannah watches the three men walk back and you slide your beige backpack off. "Here eat this for energy," you say and hand her your last granola square that you made for the trip. "If we keep a steady pace we can be there in about 2 and-a-half to 3 hours." You smile at her encouragingly. She sheepishly smiles back.

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The sun was still high in the sky. There were about 5 encounters with infected thus far and you had handled it with the team, but now it was just the two of you. Two hours had gone by walking through a forest. You take Hannah's hand to help guide her through the bushes and over large tree roots. That's when you heard it.

You and Hannah froze. Was it a click? The sound started then stopped. No. "Get down and watch your back, there's a Stalker.."

When there’s one, there’s usually more when it comes to Stalkers. Your pistol was ready and you scanned the area for any movement. You two continued to walk forward slowly. You grabbed a good sized rock and threw it at a tree where it broke on impact.

It was early spring, but the green vegetation was high enough to cover the three crawling Stalkers going towards the tree. They haven't spotted you or Hannah in the tall ferns and bushes. You both aimed and took out two. The third one screamed and ran behind the tree. You stayed low, crouching and going towards it. Then an unexpected scream came from behind. Two more Stalkers running towards you and Hannah. You two shot and killed one. The other was still coming in fast and the other emerged from out of the tree. "Fuck Hannah run!"

She sprinted ahead of you. You needed to create more space between you and them to attack. Then you saw a clearing of tall grass. You two emerged out of the forest and ducked into the field. "Stay behind me." you looked over at Hannah who was out of breath and on her knees. You looked back at the forest and got your pistol ready and flung open your knife.

One Stalker emerged screaming as it dove towards you. You shot it in the fucking head and it dies mid air. The second emerges and you miss, shooting it in the shoulder. It grabs you and before you can stab it, a distant shot goes right through its head and it falls to the ground.

"That.. wasn't me.." Hannah says through breaths. You turn around and see three figures at the end of the field.

The grass almost reaches your waist when you stand. The sun is lower and the sky starts to become orange. You take Hannah's arm and put it around your shoulder. You sigh in relief, "We made it."

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You walk to the end of the field while carrying Hannah. The three figures turn out to be two grown men and a girl around your age.

"Stalkers huh?" the brunette man says with a southern twang.

You start to move Hannah's arm off your shoulder so she can rest on the ground. "Yeah." You aren't much for words with strangers, especially after the adventure you just endured.

"Last one was a sonofabitch, I saw you going for your knife but I figured I give ya a friendly hello." The other man says, also with a southern accent. He's holding a sniper. "Sorry about all the blood on you though."

You looked down and didn't realize the amount of blood that was on your gray tank and arms. It was splattered on your face too. "Well this is the friendliest hello I've ever gotten."

"Heh- Well I'm Tommy and this is my brother Joel and this," looking towards the dark auburn haired girl, "is Ellie."

You looked over at Ellie, she wore her short hair half up and was wearing a black T-shirt. A strand of hair framed her face. She was unexpectedly pretty. Your eyes tried to scan her face from a distance. She must have been either in as much awe of you as you were of her, or terrified of the amount of blood on your face, because she only managed to blink at you.

As a doctor, and a young one at that, your personal life suffered. You kept friends to a minimum and mainly interacted with colleagues. You managed to have blips of relationships with women back in Alberta- nothing that stuck. The only real relationship you have ever had was when you were 16. You escaped the Buffalo QZ with your best friend, Emily. Your mother had died under mysterious circumstances due to her affiliations with the Fireflies, but before her passing, she had given you hope. A light that flew around you in the dark and illuminated a path to head west. During your journey across Canada, your relationship with Emily became romantic. For 2 short, passionate months, it was bliss. It all ended when she saved you from a hoard. She was bit and still fought off the infected. After a final goodbye, you gave her the ultimate act of mercy and shot her in the head. Your light went out. That is how you made it to Alberta; a shell of your former self. You dove into your studies and teaching and helping the settlement. Distancing yourself from others made you a stronger doctor, but in reality you couldn't become the unshakable stone that you wanted to be, you were just good at hiding the hurt. Now 20 years old, a successful doctor, and traveling back to the states, the flicker of hope was coming back. Hannah was one of those few friends that knew of your sexuality and the only one you told about Emily. Hannah was an open bisexual and had many relationships. She was your opposite and often encouraged you to keep looking for "amour"(love).

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you snapped back into reality. "I'm Dr. Aria Rose and this is Hannah Moore, she needs food and rest," You directed your attention back to Hannah, your patient- your friend- the only person who you should be concerned for.

"The sun is going down, we'll check if you're clean, then we can make our way back to camp. We'll reach Jackson tomorrow by noon," Joel says.

You help Hannah up to her feet and she continues to hold your hand as Joel comes over to her. She eyes him with scared, blue doe eyes and stiffens up a bit. Joel notices and pauses.

"Ça va aller," (It’ll be okay) you say to her softly and squeeze her hand. You brushed up on some French while being in Alberta. Hannah was a native to Quebec and spoke French fluently, she also needed a lot of encouragement. She looks back at you for reassurance and lets go of your hand to let Joel inspect her.

Joel looks back at Ellie and nods her over to inspect you. You remove your backpack and feel the fatigue in your shoulders. You roll back your shoulders and watch Ellie come over to you, her eyes already inspecting you. You suddenly felt small under her gaze as her eyes traveled down your jeans to your black combat boots with red laces. You held your head low to let the few wispy hairs fall over your splattered face. A failed attempt to hide.

She stood next to you and there was a tattoo on her right arm. Your chest rose as you took a breath of... anticipation? She stood at your right and your eyes flashed up to examine her face; her green, almost hazel eyes were looking down at your body. You were like a cat; curious, unexpecting agile, in your movements and in your thoughts. You were captivated by her. You wanted to hide your interest but like a cat, you couldn't hold in your purring.

Her eyes traced up to your face and was surprised when she caught you staring. Freckles danced across her face, a split eyebrow, pouty lips- dry. Your eyes lingered on her lips, then back up to her wide green eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Her eyebrows unconsciously twitched in response to your quiet acknowledgement of her. Her eyelids descended and she was now examining- no searching your face for... something?

"She's clean," Joel concludes after walking around Hannah. Ellie snaps back and scratches her left ear with her tattooed arm. A fern and a moth. She walks around you in the same fashion. Your brunette hair was in a low ponytail. Your locks cascaded down to the small of your back.

"Clean." Her voice was low, velvety.

"Good let's head to camp and don't worry Hannah, we have horses," Joel smiles politely. Hannah grins in relief and takes your arm. She was younger than you and hung onto you like a child, but she knew how to fight and you admired that. You hated to admit it but your motherly instincts were kicking in for her, especially after everything she's been through. You convinced yourself that your protective nature will keep her alive.

Tommy leads the three horses out to the field. Hannah is ecstatic and leads you to the horses. You feel eyes on your back. Your body felt like it was shaking at a molecular level, luckily nothing that can be seen from the naked eye. "I'll lead, Hannah, you'll ride with Joel, Aria, you'll be with Ellie."

You turn to walk over to Ellie who is already petting a brown horse, "Hey Shimmer," she gets on her saddle and extends out a hand to you. You look up and give her smile, taking her hand. She flexes her arm to keep you stable as you get on. You reached past her backpack and held on to her waist. She straightened herself up in response and took hold of the rein. You could smell a small scent of pine coming from her. You did a terrible job of hiding your attraction earlier, which was incredibly reckless on your part, but it was as if you couldn't hold yourself back. Did she pick up on that? Now you were just breathing in her scent like it was a fine delicacy that you had to savor.

Joel leads his horse to turn around and look back at Ellie. "All set?" Ellie nods. Hannah took this opportunity to look Ellie up and down, making it very obvious she was checking her out. Hannah looks back at you encouragingly with a sly smile, "Elle est jolie," (She is pretty).

"Ça suffit!" (That’s enough!) you quickly meow out her, hiding your embarrassment. Hannah responds by laughing.

"Am I going to have to learn French to figure out what you two are saying?" Joel teases.

"Half of what she says is nonsense anyways, I wouldn't say it's worth it," you chimed back. Ellie chuckles at this.

"But you love it," Hannah had a bad tendency of openly flirting with you for fun, as friends do.

"Hm sounds like someone I know," Joel looks over at Ellie.

"Okay easy there old man," She rolls her eyes and smiles.

Joel holds his palms open in defense, "I'm just sayin'."

"Alright, let's go down this way," Tommy leads the way.

The horses were moving and you grip Ellie's waist a little tighter.

"Uh you okay back there?" Ellie turns her head to ask.

"Y-yeah, I've just never been on a horse before. It's kind-a-cool," very smooth.

"You don't have horses in Canada?"

"Limited amount and they're reserved for certain people or missions," You bit your lip in discouragement.

"Well in Jackson there's plenty of horses, and you'll probably be given your own considering you're a doctor," your hands relax from their grip and you smile. "I can show you some pointers on Shimmer when we get to Jackson, she's pretty tame and takes to strangers easily.. if you want."

"Oh, yeah I would like that," you say quietly. You curse yourself in your head for blushing. You look up at the lavender mountains in the distance.

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Song: Bloom -  Artist: The Paper Kites - Released: 2011

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A small neighborhood was now coming into view. There were large pot holes in the street and Ellie held her arm out to be a buffer for you as she maneuvered through.

"Small jump ahead," Tommy calls out.

"Hold on tight," Ellie grips the rein again with both hands.

"Okay," you wrap your arms tighter around her waist. Her stomach was toned and moved with every sway and jolt from Shimmer.

Tommy jumped over the break in the road followed by Joel and Hannah. Looked easy enough.

"Here goes," Ellie has a running start and Shimmer jumps. You go slightly airborne and you hang on tighter. Ellie instinctively takes an arm to hold onto yours that are clasped around her. Shimmer lands successfully and your bottom bounces back on her.

"Ah, my ass," you complain. Ellie laughs a bit. "Well I'm happy one of us is laughing, but I'm not trained in antigravity" you say smugly.

"Oh yeah? So no trips to the moon any time soon?"

She was joking with you and you were always up for a good cheesy joke. You consider what she said for a moment. "I'd take a one-way ticket there if I could.. It’s a good place for an introverted outcast like myself. You can say.. I'm kinda out of this world," you can't see it but you feel her grin at this.

Ellie's interest peaked. Even though you weren't sure in what way.

Her arm was still on yours, "An Outcast huh? Are you an alien or something?" she attempts to look back at you again with a raised eyebrow.

"It can feel that way," you responded in a lower tone. Ellie paused her line of questioning. Without you knowing, she slipped into her own mind where she stood on the cold, gray moon, watching the earth turn. She understood exactly what you meant.

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You guys finally made it to the camp. Ellie had held your hand to help you off Shimmer. It was rough; calluses. "Thanks," you said, suddenly feeling shy. Despite this, you still push yourself to look up at her. She gives you a charming side smile and a nod. 

The camp was a house that was set up with running water and electricity, unlike the surrounding houses. Food and medical supplies were stashed inside in a safe. There were four bedrooms, each with fresh linens and portable heaters. The horses were placed in the garage.

It was dusk and the air had a chill. You wasted no time in hoping in the shower after checking on Hannah and getting her settled with a bowl of soup in the kitchen. The water was lukewarm and you watched the blood wash off and go down the drain.

"When you're lost in the darkness, look for the light."

"Mom.." You think back to your mother sitting at the kitchen table reading over smuggled letters from other Fireflies. You replay that night in your head like a video cassette tape trying to find the missing details. "What am I missing?" you whisper to yourself.

The water starts to run clear. You stare down for a while and let your mind go blank.

You focus on the water hitting your chest and gliding down your torso. You imagine it to be more than what it was, and like that, your arousal starts. Your hands start to trace your neck, then down to cup your breast.

"Like this baby?" you hear a faint echo of Emily’s voice whispering in your ear. You start to massage your breast.

"You okay back there?" Suddenly, Ellie's voice projected louder in your head, repeating what she had said earlier. Her voice was embellished though, drawled out and huskier. "Oh yeah?...." You bit your lip, grabbing hold of your nipples, and started to sway your hips back and forth.

After about 30 seconds of doing this you caught yourself. 'What the fuck am I doing?' you shake off the arousal the best you could before shutting the water off. You couldn't afford to get sloppy, you needed to be the doctor your mother needed you to be. Ellie was new, beautiful, but the high will pass.

Your beige backpack was stiff on the tiled floor, filled with a few pieces of clothes, weapons, ammo, and mostly personal belongings. Not the smartest thing to do usually, but you were moving and would probably not be back to Alberta in a couple years, or if ever. Luckily, Hannah was fine with filling her backpack with emergency medical supplies. Your backpack was adorned with a medic cross patch and a small wooden buffalo keychain hanging off the small front pocket.

You put on a new set of jeans with a black long sleeve and tied up for red laces. Your hair was down and damp, hovering over the small of your back. You were considering cutting it when you got to Jackson. You grabbed your bag and exited the bathroom.

"Hey uh, Doctor Rose, we have some soup here for you," Tommy calls from the living room. You walk down the hall to see him sitting on the couch setting up a blanket. Joel comes in from the front porch, holding a mug and bringing it to the kitchen.

"Aria, you can call me Aria."

"Aria," Tommy nods with a smile, "well Hannah’s upstairs, there's a room across from her's, figured you'd wanna stay close by," he reclines.

"Thank you," you rub your arms from the cool breeze coming from the open front door. You walk into the kitchen and start to nibble at the chunky vegetables in the soup on the table.

Joel washes his mug and puts it on the drying rack before turning around. "You're pretty young for a doctor," he starts, making his way to lean on the counter almost across from you, "How old are you? If you don't mind me askin'."

You hear Tommy scoff at this. "You're not supposed to ask a lady her age! Not very gentleman-like," he teases.

You couldn't help but smile at the brotherly bickering. Joel looks sore sorry for asking and scratches his head. "I just turned 20, and yes I am the youngest neonatologist and surgeon that I know, everyone else in my field is at least 8 years my senior."

You were sitting at the table by a window, a thick curtain was drawn, but you could still feel a draft. You used the tip of your fingers to open the curtain slightly and peek out the window. A chunk of glass was broken off and you were looking at the back of a half up bun and Ellie's left ear. She was sitting out on the porch with a lamp. You gasped and closed the curtain. You were certain that this fine lady might be eavesdropping in on you. Thank the Lord the kitchen was dimly lit otherwise Joel would have seen the very obvious blush running across your face.

"How does someone as young as you become a surgeon?" You look back to Joel. He had this way about him that you picked up on. He had rough hands, a sad eye, and a stern voice, but when he spoke, his demeanor would shift, he became softer.

"My mother was a surgeon, so I was trained at a young age."

"Was that in Orion?"

"No, Buffalo."

"Up in New York? So you're American?"

"Yeah, are you familiar with the Buffalo QZ?"

Joel scratches his beard at this, "Yeah you can say that."

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Ellie watches Joel go inside after his cup of coffee. She takes her journal from her backpack and  starts to scribble away in her journal on the porch bench. She sat with legs criss-crossed and close to the kerosine lamp.

One way ticket to the moon,No one's home,Where do you go?When you're all alone.

She wipes her left hand on her thigh and rests her head on her other hand on the arm rest. She stares at the page. She flashes back to earlier in the day; Brown eyes looking up at her lips, her face, half lidded, feral.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, "..Fuck."

She slams her journal closed, she knew once she starts getting lost in thought, it would be hard to calm back down. The truth was, you peaked her interest in more ways than one, and it was something she thought she wouldn’t be able to handle, again. Not after the rejection she received from her first and only crush since arriving in Jackson. 

She looks out into the darkness, her brows furrowed, eyes dark. Her chest rose with every deep breath she took to calm herself. 

“Hey uh, Doctor Rose, we have some soup here for you," Tommy calls out from inside. Ellie listens through the broken window as Joel starts talking to you. She finds out that you're a year older than her and some kind of prodigy. She thinks it sounds lonely.  

"It can feel that way." She remembers what you said earlier.

"Yeah, are you familiar with the Buffalo QZ?" you ask.

"Yeah you can say that," Joel responds.

Ellie starts to get annoyed at Joel for asking so many damn questions, but thinks she got away with learning more about you.

She stuffs her journal in her backpack, gets up, and takes the lamp to go inside.

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You hear the front door close. Ellie walks in the kitchen and places the lamp on the kitchen island and shoots a look at Joel.

"Yeah okay I'm goin' bed," he concludes walking off to the stairwell, "Good night."

You smile at him before he leaves the kitchen. Tommy is already snoring.

“G’night,” she says dryly.

She stands at the kitchen island not facing you, waiting for something. You start to nibble back at your soup watching her.

Then footsteps. She waited until Joel was going upstairs before turning around and scratching her neck. Out of all the jokes today, you found this to be the funniest thing.

"So," you start to nibble on a piece of carrot, "is he your dad?"

"Joel? No," she walks to the table and takes the seat to your side facing the covered window.

"But he's like a father to you," you side eye her.

"Yeah you can say that," she tilts her head and looks up at you, smirking. "We both came from Boston QZ a couple years ago."

"What made you guys leave?"

"Uh.. hunger mostly, there was a lot of corruption, people getting killed everyday, asshole teachers... but Tommy was already out here with Maria, they’re married, so Joel and I left," Ellie fiddled with her fingers on her lap then smiled back up to you. She was a bit nervous.

"Sounds similar to Buffalo," you got up to clean your bowl, "my mother was a surgeon so we were high up on the food chain, didn't need to worry too much about starving.. until we had to."

Ellie got up and sat on the counter next to you while you washed your bowl. "What happened?"

You had a dry swallow, "My mother was killed," you turned the water off and patted your hands dry.

"I'm sorry," she regretted asking.

"It's okay, she died for what she believed in.." You stood there by the sink, "that's when my best friend and I escaped into Canada, I was 16."

"Hannah?" Ellie had a concerned look on her face as she tried to figure you out.

"No, uh, her name was Emily," your voice had turned into a whisper. You bit down on your lip and regretted even saying her name. For the first time today, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. You couldn't even cry for your dead girlfriend.

Ellie hops off the counter, "Hey I uh, I'm sorry for prying," she's playing with her fingers again.

You smiled and shook your head, "It's okay hun, I'm stronger than you think." You finally looked up and she seemed a bit frozen. Even in the dimly lit kitchen, her eyes looked like they were sparkling, again you couldn't tell if in awe or concern.

You grabbed her bicep tenderly and couldn't help yourself from laughing, "Seriously, I'm fine," you reassured. Ellie gave a shaky breath and smiled back. You made her nervous and this was enough confirmation for you that it was both.

Ellie continued to smile but looked away to the kitchen table, "We should probably go to bed," and then looked back down at you.

"Yea okay," you said tenderly before smiling and walking away.

Ellie stood there for a moment watching you head over to the table. She bit her lip, “Damn.” she whispers.

As you go to reach for your bag, you hear Hannah scream in horror, “Oh my gawd, Aria!”

“Hannah!” you respond, running up stairs.

You swing open her door. She was in the bed in shock and crying. “I-I-I don’t know what happened!” You walk over and lift the blanket. Everyone runs in the room. 

Joel grips a pistol, “What’s goin’ on?” 

You see the amount of blood coming out of Hannah; she was bleeding through her pants. “When did you fall?” you assume sternly still scanning her.

“What? I don’t know, um earlier… Before we left our troop, there were runners and I was pushed out of the way,” Hannah says defeatedly, “I just started feeling contractions right now and I thought my water broke but-” Hannah lifts her hands to show them covered in blood.

“Shit,” Tommy whispers.  

“Your placenta detached. It’s causing the bleeding. I need to perform a C-section.” you say  removing the bloodied blankets. “I need rags and a bucket of warm water,” you say looking at Joel. He puts the pistol away and runs out the room. “Tommy, a blanket for when the baby is out,” he runs out. You turn to look at Ellie who is already looking at you, “ I need your help to hold Hannah as I inject the epidural. After that, I need you three to stay out of the room, I’ll call you if I need anything else.” Ellie nods. 

“No! it’s too soon Aria, it’s a few weeks early, I can’t do this!” Hannah takes hold of your arm and pleads with you.  

You lean down to her level, “I have to do this, the detached placenta can not only kill your baby, but you as well. Let me do this and save you both,” Hannah looks up at Ellie, then back at you with doe eyes. “You’ve done all the work until this point Hannah, let me take care of the rest.”

Once Joel and Tommy dropped off the supplies and left the room, you laid Hannah down. You and Ellie placed a fresh blanket covering her. Hannah removed her top and bloodied bottoms which you tossed in a corner. “Okay lay on your side facing Ellie.” Hannah’s full figure went on its side, still covered in the white sheet. You open Hannah’s bag and retrieve a very large needle. “I’m going to inject the epidural, Ellie hold her steady by the shoulder,” Hannah was familiar with some of the procedures you did frequently when delivering babies, but she was still Hannah; young and pure of heart, sheltered by the settlement she grew up in.  

Ellie holds Hannah in place. Hannah was nervous and her eyes brimmed with water as she looked up at Ellie, “‘Jolie,’ do you know what that means?” Ellie watches your hands mark where the epidural is to enter the spine. You’re wearing black gloves and using alcohol to clean the area.

“No, is it French?” she looks down at Hannah, her voice is almost a whisper.

Hannah gives an airy laugh, “Yes it’s French- it means pretty.” You pierce the needle through the skin and Hannah gasps.

“Oh yeah, I remember you saying it earlier on the horses. Were you making fun of Aria about the blood all over her face?” Ellie chuckles at this to help lighten the mood.

“Heh no, the truth is I’m good at reading Aria’s mind.. but then she told me to shut up,” she raises her eyebrows insinuatingly. Ellie smirks at her. You remove the needle and Ellie helps lay Hannah on her back.

“Thank you Ellie, I’ll call if I need anything else,” you say and turn to set up your tray for surgery.

“Okay I’ll be across the hall if you need anything.. Aria,” you hear Ellie leave the room.

You sigh, “You don’t have to do that you know.”

“I know, but she likes you I can tell, plus I have a pretty good gay-dar, aaand I talk when I'm nervous,” Hannah is still fighting off tears.

“I know, and you’re lucky you’re getting surgery otherwise I would have hog tied you and stuck a sock in your mouth,”

“Hah, so violent, but effective.”              

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Ellie waited in the room across the hall. She laid in the full size bed sprawled out. She already decided to stay up until you were done and told Joel and Tommy to get some rest. She didn’t feel tired and opted for journaling. She sat with her back against the headboard and got her journal back open. The moon was bright tonight and shined down on the bed. Ellie smiles to herself and starts to write: 

French 101: Jolie = Pretty

“What are you doing kiddo,” Joel stands in the doorway. 

“Nothin’, I thought you were going to sleep,” she closes the journal.

Joel walks over to look out the window where the moon light was bright. “I don’t know much about doing a surgery, but I know the risks are always high, especially in a place like this. This ain’t no hospital..”

Ellie watches him and touches her tattoo on instinct, feeling the uneven scarred skin underneath. She has tolerated him so far for the sake of the mission, but she still considered their relationship to be over. It was almost two years since she learned the truth about that night and the Fireflies. She had almost no contact with him for the first year, and now, she has just tolerated him when she had to. It was hard to completely ignore him, and at times she has glimpses of who they used to be.. But Ellie had succumbed to the final notion that she was completely, and utterly, useless. Her life meant something when she was on the operating table at Saint Mary’s Hospital.. then- nothing.. and she had no way of choosing herself when Joel shot his way through the Firefly hospital and killed the only possible people that could have ended the infection and saved the world. All this and then to be fed lies. She watched the earth spin slowly as she stood on the moon, watching it turn and crumble.

“I’m going to sleep,” Ellie was irritated and just needed him out of the room. Joel turns to look at her but she looks dead pan at the end of the bed just waiting for him to leave. Joel again gets the hint that he has invaded her space.

“Alright, goodnight,” he walks out.   

20 minutes go by… 30… 40… She waits…  

Then finally a call from the other room, and like a prayer, she is ready to answer your call, to be recognized, to be needed.

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Song: Dare You to Move -  Artist: Switchfoot - Released: 2009

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Ellie hops out of the bed and opens the door- the sound of the soft cries of an infant baby is suddenly heard. There is a portable curtain rod holding up a teal medical curtain concealing Hannah. “Give me one second, baby is meeting her mommy,” you say from the otherside. 

Hannah is crying as she has skin-to-skin, “Hello Sophie Aria Dubois.”

You walk out from behind the curtain holding a small newborn wrapped up in an equally small cloth. You’re wearing a mask but Ellie can see your eyes smiling as you hand her over Sophie. “Keep her warm and watch her breathing, let me know if there’s anything wrong, I’m going to close Hannah.”

“Woah,” Ellie was kind of amazed and looked back at the baby and back to you, “You did say that you were out of this world.”  

END OF EPISODE 1

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Heya!

Love your blog!

I’m writing a Fanfiction and I’m having trouble with something…

There are these two characters -brothers- who used to be relatively close as kids. Something happened, the eldest went to live abroad and the youngest was sent to live with his grandparents. Years later, both in their mid to late 20s, the eldest comes back and is trying to get in touch with the youngest- but the youngest hates his brother and avoids him at all costs. The oldest keeps saying that he has something very important that he needs to tell his brother, that once he does he will leave him alone forever, but the youngest still doesn’t want to talk to him.

I know it needs to be something important, maybe something that will happen soon- and I feel like it should be related to why the youngest hates him so much. But I don’t know what. I don’t what it to be the typical “I’m dying and I want to make amends” or “I’m getting married” or those kind of things, so I was wondering if you had some ideas/prompts.

Thank you so much! :)

Hi there :)

This is a tricky question, because the reason will be a major part of your story. The "I'm dying" reason does seem too obvious. But maybe someone is dying that they both know, that they both loved once.

I think you are right, when you say it should relate to the reason why the younger one hates the older one. Do you have an idea what that reason could be? Why did the older one leave the younger one alone? Why did the younger one have to live with the grandparents and not their own parents? How is life treating them now? Are both of them happy? Are they where they want to be? Do they feel lonely or do they have other family or close friends? What are things they still have in common? Maybe something they both enjoyed when they grew up together.

Thinking about these things can help you decide on what you want those reasons to be.

Good luck!

- Jana

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[greenapplebling]

Mam, I'm stuck with board exams so I can't message 😭. BUT! I do need you to write me an headcannon where Hayan finds out out Yohan is bi and have something going on with Vael in the original universe, thus chaos raises, postponing Yohan's suicide plan in the process.

As a gift of course 🤡 . And wish me good luck cause I would be ghosting for 4 months from today.

Oh, dear. Original universe? A tricky one since their relationship is pretty much broken 😅 but I'll try my best!

Hayan finding out Yohan is bi:

She probably doesn't even know what "bi" is

"Bi? Like bipedal? Aren't we all?" *Cue the loudest facepalm you could hear (was it Euntae or Jinha?)

Euntae would probably try explaining it to her but fails bc he gets flustered talking about sexuality (to her). He leaves her even more confused

Jinha tries to explain using fruits:

Jinha: So... Let's say that straight men like apples and straight women like, uh, bananas-

Vael: Really?

Jinha: Shut up- Anyways, so if straight men like apples and straight women like bananas, that means that gay men likes bananas and not apples, you follow?

Hayan: Yeah, makes sense

Jinha: So then bisexual men like both apples and bananas

Jinha: Like Vael!

Vael: What-

Hayan: Oh, Vael, you like bananas?

Euntae, cracking up in the background:

(yeah, she outed him)

After that she's pretty chill about it, doesn't really know what to do with that information tbh

In an AU or something if Hayan and Yohan have a good relationship she'll probably be the most supportive sister you could think of, probably to the point of embarrassing Yohan lol

Hayan finding out Yohan and Vael are probably involved in a relationship:

She's more concerned about Vael honestly

At first she worries that Vael is using them after all

But Vael keeps assuring her that he's on their side, that he doesn't know how his relationship with Yohan started getting intimate and he wasn't sure how to stop it

So now she's worried about Vael's wellbeing and wants to help but doesn't know how bc she's pretty new to having friends, let alone romantic relationships

She can't ask Euntae for advice either bc he's really biased against Yohan, he'll probably say something like "cut him off and get over it, he's not worth it" but Hayan suspects is a lot more complicated than that

This also makes her determination for revenge wave off a little. She's confused, she doesn't think Vael would get so intimately involved with Yohan if he didn't have some good in him, right? Maybe, just maybe the Yohan she loved like family was still there somewhere, if only she could reach him...

Aaaaand that's it!! Sorry it took some time, I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this. Wasn't sure if I wanted to point to a possible redemption or tragic ending for everyone, so I left it open to imagination!

Good luck!!! And thanks a lot for the ask 💖

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[a-dangerous-game]

Word Count: 1707 Content Warnings: Depiction of injury, very mild gore, werewolf Visibility: Visible to anons!

Siegel whistled an old tune as he walked the same worn trail that he had oftentimes found himself pacing this last year. It was a little bit of a tricky walk on parts — hardly a challenge for the old man as he hoisted himself over the rocks lingering the side of the hill as easily as he breathed.

It had been about an hour now since he had first taken his leave from the place, having caught Nikolai trying to chase him down and corner him for a conversation in the hallway before quickly pushing through and taking his leave.

To his luck, the boy had given up quick, following him all the way to the door and closing it sharply behind him. Siegel could have sworn he heard the door click locked behind him as well.

No matter. He would figure something out or even walk a few miles to the cozy town next over. All would be fine.

Climbing over another rock, he took a moment to pause, using his hand to help hoist himself over it before dusting his hands on his trousers as he reached the peak of the rock mound; much of the forested hill still curving far upwards in the distance.

He set his hands on his hips as he looked out, catching his breath and ceasing his whistling. It was a lovely trail. The trees always looked and smelled quite nice. Every once in a while, one could pass a small clearing in the hills and spot the distant mountains far away and occasional pinpricks of light from cabins and towns in small clusters. Somewhere even further, a stream could be heard gently inter-spaced between the gusts of wind carrying the scent of pine and petrichor.

He cracked a small smile and glances up to the best part, the stars glittering above. What a beautiful night. He still couldn't help but chuckle at the absurd idea of a child being from them.

It was a good night to be locked out. Even still, even he had to admit that the night had been growing dark for some time now and that even he was finding it difficult to see in some of the more densely forested parts. He might as well throw in the hat and start heading back before it gets too late to wake anyone… Assuming it wasn’t already too late.

Dropping his hands and beginning to turn, he froze in his tracks as he heard a branch snap just a short distance in front of him just past the foot of the boulder pile.

It took him a moment of pause and the cream of a chill through his spine before he finally began to draw out of his pause.

He narrowed his eyes, squinting into the dark, still wearing the soft crack of a smile.

“Hello there!” He called out. It had sounded too heavy to be a small woodland creature like a wolf or mountain cat. Perhaps another hunter? If so, he would rather make himself known than take a bullet to the rear from someone’s bad eyesight! “Hello there, my friend! I’m afraid to say that I’ve been quite loud! Anything you may be looking for is quite likely frightened off!”

He made his way down some of the boulders, pausing at about the middle point before raising an eyebrow at the silence.

“Hello?” He called out once more, watching the darkness closely as the tension began to creep forwards into his stomach again. “… Hello…?” He called out finally, lowering his tone a little and cracking his smile a little wider, the tone coming out in a faint cross between disturbing friendliness and uneasy sing-songedness.

… No response. Any hunter worth their weight in salt would have said something by now.

He slowly crept down another rock, taking his time to glance over the surroundings. Even still, it was too dark to see clearly…

Siegel slowly trailed his glance to below, his positioning being too short of a stoop and uneven between the rocks for him to be able to take any sort of careful stance. If he could get down two more rocks, he had a small gap between the rocks that he could crouch in and wait until he was certain that he was alone.

He heard something sharp nearby, the sound of something sharp scrapping against wood. His eyes fixed in the direction that it came from immediately.

He stared silently into the darkness as silence carried through the wooded area.

… There was not any doubt in his mind. Something was staring back. He was sure of it.

… Was it back?

Slowly, cautious as to not stir whatever creature laid ahead somewhere in the inky darkness, he began to raise his hands with the palms faced upwards.

The effect was almost immediate. Luck of a hunter.

The beast sprang forward towards him with a low snarl, its massive claws being the first to break out of the pitch blackness as he jerked his own hands up, gunmetal materializing within his open palms but hardly quick enough for him to raise the end of the barrel. He was hardly quick enough, only managing to knock the end of the barrel straight into the creature and sending the back of the gun backwards into his chest, flinging him backwards off the boulder where his back made impact with a few rocks, immediately followed by a sharp thump as his head made contact next.

It took him a moment to jostle himself back from the action, his grip still tight on the gun despite the ringing in his ears and the air feeling as if it had been knocked out of his lungs.

The creature hardly suffered as much, rolling itself from where its own size had thrown it against a tree, shaking itself off and already beginning to bring itself to strike once more.

Taking a second to recollect himself, his lips briefly cracking into a smile between his wheezes, he jerked the gun back up as the creature barreled straight for him a second time. He managed to pull the trigger.

Two shots struck their mark, one hitting the creature in the shoulder and the other striking the creature in the jaw. Each section where the bullet had struck gruesomely looking as if someone had carved a chunk from the wolfish creature, a surprising lack of gore escaping from the wounds before the blood began trickling and more then making up for it.

Even still, the wounds did nothing to spare him.

It took a moment for him to register that his shots had not worked and by the time it sank in that the creature was still tearing towards him, he could hardly fit in another squeeze of the trigger before the creature was over him.

The first strike hit the gun, knocking it to the side, leaving a long scratch marks in the metal that didn’t quite go through fully and jerking his wrist from where he kept the same death grip on it that he had forced himself previously.

The second hit him in the face, Siegel barely managing to turn his head from where he had been attempting to raise his other hand to shield himself. The four claws sank deeply into the side of his head, just slightly clipping his jaw and collarbone on the way down.

If the second hadn’t done its damage, the third was sure to suffice as it dipped its head down and sank its teeth into his shoulder, his socket popping underneath the strain as he cried out. The only mercy in the matter was that it felt as if it could not get a good grip due to its own injury that he had inflicted moments earlier.

He squeezed the trigger, hardly able to draw his aim but hoping for something to happen.

One, two, three, four shots in quick succession. Each struck with the heavy sound of wood splintering nearby.

It was enough to draw the beast backwards and its gaze away to the tree beginning to creak nearby — the tree now bearing the same missing chunks of wood with a peculiar lack of splinters.

Siegel took the chance, dragging the gun upwards and aiming with his less injured hand, aiming square for the chest before—

… He was not even granted the grace of taking the creature’s life as it turned on its heels as the tree gave another deep creak, darting back into the inky darkness on all fours.

It took Siegel a few moments of breathing to recognize that it was not merely gearing up to strike him again. Once it had subsided, he finally began to register the creaking of the tree nearby that was still masked by the ringing of his ears, slowly drawing his glance towards it and feeling a sharp pain in the side of his face. The tree did not look like it was holding itself up very well after the shots.

He quickly dragged himself up, using the gun to lean his weight on as he tried to catch his breath and stumbled back from the tree’s path a few feet.

Siegel remained there, staring silently into the darkness while wheezing and regaining his composure.

He knew it was best to not hover. Just as he had only a few minutes before, he could still feel the creature’s burning gaze into his own.

… Any other day, he would have proceeded with the hunt. Chased it down, taken its head, bled it dry.

… Not tonight though. … These things were not meant to be this close to home.

He turned sharply and began to make his way back as quickly as possible, his paced slowed by the sharp ache in his back from where it had struck the rocks.

This would not be a pleasant return. … He just hoped that he could both make it home and that someone would still be awake to let him in.

… He could always finish the hunt another day… Yes, it wouldn’t be so bad. He wasn’t scared. He was just being sensible. … Just bing sensible.

#hunting stories from me to you #[visible to anons!] #depiction of injury #mild gore #[Fair warning: I did not proofread before posting]

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The Bad Guys (my version) - Broken Friendships (chapter 12)

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There is one thing that I don't like about Diane was her misinterpretation about Wolf's friendship with the other Bad Guys. Diane's conversation with Wolf meant that it was better for him to "cut ties" with his friends to change his ways, but the thing I'm upset about is Diane never understood how much Wolf's friends meant so much to him, and he got hurt for betraying them. I would've thought that Diane saw the rest of the Bad Guys as loads for Wolf to carry and could bring him down, like how Marmalade tricked Wolf to choose between his friends and a good life.

So, I decided to write down another part of the conversation between Wolf and Diane about their opinions about friendships.

Here's a new chapter, so good luck and have fun with this.

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Once Wolf and Diane stopped by a suburban street, which must be Diane's house, Diane turned to Wolf.

"Hey. You okay?" Diane asked Wolf.

Wolf shook his head. "No, I'm not okay. I'm very, very un-okay." He lowered his head, feeling ashamed, "Just left the only friends I have ever had, so what am I...what am I doing?"

Diane sighed, seeing that this wasn't the person she saw Wolf as.

"I know this isn't easy," Diane confessed, trying to comfort him. "Leaving everything behind."

"Do you?" Wolf muttered.

"I was the best thief in the world," Diane said, feeling a bit dreamy as she reflected back on her early criminal days, "Fast, fearless, inventive. I just had one thing left to steal."

"The Golden Dolphin," Wolf guessed, turning to her. "So you went after it."

"I didn't just go after it," Diane explained, "I had it. And a clear escape route. But...all I saw in the end was the tricky fox that they always told me I was. It changed everything."

She paused for a moment, her ears lowering. She was all alone when she gave into the 'tricky fox' stereotype. How long that impacted her. How long it took her to realize that it wasn't what she wanted to be when she was younger. She nearly became the bully that time as she stopped in realization of her actions when she saw herself in the mirror.

"So, now, instead of hurting people," Diane continued,. "I'm helping them. I'm still me. I'm just...me on the right side."

Wolf nodded. This wasn't the legendary story he heard from the Crimson Paw. As he stared at the distance, Diane placed a hand onto his shoulder.

"You're doing the right thing," said Diane. "And someday your friends, if they're real friends, I think they'll understand."

Wolf shook his head as he gently push Diane's hand off. This was different, but it didn't settle right if abandoning his friends was the right choice. Diane didn't know that he had been around them for a long time to know them really well.

I was just a reflex of what Wolf just did when Diane was talking about his friends, "How could you say that?! They are my friends! My real friends! There was no condition for them to prove they are my friends!"

But Diane was a bit surprised at this when Wolf reacted too quickly, "Whoa, Wolf, don't overreact much. All I'm saying is you did the right thing, and your friends needed more time to understand you because they are your friends."

Wolf snapped back at her, "What are you saying?! Are you saying they aren't my real friends from the start?! Are you saying that they are a bad influence? Are you saying that they are just people who gave me a wrong life?!"

"No, that's not what I mean, Wolf," Diane groaned frustratingly, trying to defend herself, "Look, why do you make such a big deal about this?!"

"Because they are more than my friends, Diane! They are my family! They were there for me when I felt down. They were there for me when I needed them the most. Now that I turned their backs on them in return, I feel so alone, and I don't know what my life would be without them."

"Friends can come and go, Wolf. You will get a lot of friends once the world will know you're just more than a scary stereotype!"

"I will not replace my friends with someone I don't know. I grew up with them, Diane. They are my family. If only I realized this sooner, I would rather stay bad with my friends than be good alone!"

"You better take that back, Wolf! You just did the right thing, and now you're taking it back just for your friends? You're so complicated to understand why you make such a big deal out of this."

"Well maybe you don't understand how I feel because you don't have any friends!" Wolf shouted at the governor without thinking.

Diane gasped a little as she felt hurt by what Wolf just told her. He lowered her head and her ears dropped down... realizing he was right.

Wolf was taken aback by his words as he didn't mean to say those things to her. When he saw Diane's head and ear drop sadly, Wolf could guess she was completely hurt.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"No, you're right, Wolf," Diane cut off Wolf's apology as she didn't need him to apologize to her, "I don't have any friends, not even just one."

"I thought you have friends, like the chief and Marmalade," Wolf said

Diane shook her head, "Nah, Chief and I were more like working allies, and Marmalade was just an acquaintance to me. We're not close friends at all. It's just business. The truth is Wolf, even as the Crimson Paw, I don't have friends. I rather worked alone. And even when I turn on a new leaf, I still don't have friends. I thought if I decided to leave the crime life behind, not just for me, but for the world, I thought I would meet a group of people I could trust, but then..."

"You didn't. You still live alone," Wolf guessed quietly.

"I know the people of the city trust me, but I don't see them as friends. They were just taking advantage of me to make the city a better place, and that's not what I call friends," Diane sighed, "You were right too that I don't feel the same way as you do right now because I don't have amazing loyal friends like yours. Listen, I'm sorry I made you think your friends are nothing to you. I should've realized that you guys lived together for years more than I remember. You were right, you guys are more than friends. You're family, and you guys should stick together to the end, but I could see you guys have some disagreement."

"It wasn't your fault this happened, Diane. It's mine," Wolf admitted as he laid his head back, "I... I was never being honest with my friends, especially to Snake. I remember what he told me two nights ago that if ever there will be changes, I would tell him, but I stick to my word that this whole plan of us pretending to be good is still on course, but..."

"You weren't honest with him."

"I should've known Snake didn't take it too personally of changing our ways to be good. He didn't want me to stay bad, he just wanted me to be honest with him. And whatever the path I take, I think he'll go with me too, and so were my other friends," Wolf almost shed a tear, but he made a sniff before groaning in guilt, "I messed up, Diane."

"Now that you think about it, it wasn't the goodness you were trying to take that they were against you, Wolf. It's your loyalty to them, and you betrayed them without telling your intentions." Diane hen rested her paw back on Wolf's shoulder for comfort, "I know it hurts, Wolf. I know losing your friends was the worst thing that has ever happened to you. Worse than being known as a criminal, worse than being thrown in jail. If I were in your place, I would feel the same thing too," Then, Diane couldn't believe she said those words, and scoffed hysterically, "But, pfft! How could I prove that? I don't have any friends, so I don't think I would feel the same way if I betrayed my friends... if I ever had one, or some."

Wolf then turned to Diane slowly, realizing that she was alone in her life, as both a criminal and a governor, she didn't look like a regular normal citizen without any friends. And if the Bad Guys knew the truth about Diane a long time ago, they would've been friends with her, "You know, Diane, if we should've known that you don't have any friends, we could be your friends."

Diane was surprised about this as she turned back to Wolf with widened eyes, "Really?"

Wolf smiled, "Well, if I had my friends right now, yeah... well, except for Hornet. He really hates you and everyone who works for the authorities, but he'll grow on you. He's very friendly. And even Tarantula. She likes you. She voted for you."

Dine chuckled as she never dreamt to have good friends like the Bad Guys in her life before, "And we could've been friends. All of you."

But Wolf's smile turned to frown when he remembered he still lost his friends, "But I don't think that would happen because I lost my best friends... forever."

Feeling guilty for Wolf feeling alone to be good without his friends, Diane thought this over, and told him, "Listen, if we finished all of this, maybe we could talk to your friends, telling them that you're sorry, and maybe they will take you back."

"But what if they won't? What if they won't listen to me and take me back?" Wolf asked worryingly.

"Then you're going to prove how sorry you are," Diane said, "Even giving up the good life you wanted," This made Wolf feeling shock as Diane was starting to support his possible decision for his friends, "Are you sure you wanted this?"

"They're my family, Diane. My best friends. I would do anything for them. Anything."

"I think this is one thing you would do good, Wolf: Your loyalty and love for your friends. Giving up a good life is a good sacrifice, and proof of how much you love them."

Wolf smiled appreciatively that Diane was now supporting his future decision of his life for his friends, and Diane nodded understandingly. She might not get what she expected for Wolf, but showing his love and loyalty for his friends was good enough for her to see that Wolf was more than just a criminal and a scary stereotype after all.

Just then, the moment interrupted when there was a bump on top of Diane's car. It was a guinea pig. With glowing blue eyes. It stared at them before scurrying away.

"Marmalade," Diane guessed, realizing what that could mean.

"Let's bounce," Wolf needed, knowing what he needed to do.

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While Wolf and Diane were off saving the world, the rest of the Bad Guys were all sadly sitting inside the elevator, still in their orange jumpsuits, riding down towards their hideout.

However, as the bell dinged and the doors opened, Shark, Snake, Tarantula, Piranha, and Hornet were greeted with a shocking surprise: their hideout was completely empty.

All four of them gasped in shock.

"No!" Shark shouted.

Snake was stunned, could only utter, "What?"

"All our stuff," Piranha asked frantically while jumping back in disbelief.

They ran out of the elevator and into the now empty hideout, where only empty boxes full of packing peanuts and single metal racks that didn't hold anything remained.

Snake slithered up a pole to get a better look around, asking, "Where is everything?"

Piranha was running around the hideout, looking in every nook and cranny, and every empty box while shouting in a panic, "No, no, no, no, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no"

Tarantula was also looking for her things in some of the empty boxes.

Snake, realizing the harsh truth, commented, "All our stuff; it's all gone!"

Hornet flew all over the place to find his personal stuff, but it was all gone, "All of my journals, my diaries! My private stuff! They're all gone!"

Shark noticed one of the empty racks with empty hangers and gasped in shock, shouting frantically as he noticed that all of his disguises were missing, "My disguise closet,"

"Where's my things?" Tarantula exclaimed, while kicking a box upright to look under it.

Shark ransacked through each hanger worryingly, while Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet kept diving into boxes, trying to find any traces of their stuff.

After lifting a box with his tail and shaking it, coming up empty, Snake grew angry and shouted, realizing what had caused this, "Wolf gave away all our loot! We stole it fair and square!"

The other Bad Guys were slowly coming into realization, with Piranha, who was still feeling upset, commenting, as he stood up on a box, "Now I understand what it feels like to have things stolen from you! I don't like it," He sat down and kicked his feet aggressively. Feeling angry, but mainly...very sad that his stuff got stolen, Piranha added while feeling closer to breaking into a little temper tantrum like a baby, "I really don't like it!"

Feeling sad for his friend, Hornet flew beside Piranha's right cheek, and patted his hand on him, showing that the little insect was there by his sadness. Piranha appreciated his best friend's gesture as he smiled back.

While this was going on, Snake looked through the sink drawers and cabinets before coming up to the fridge and seeing all the photos hung up about the fond memories of the Bad Guys together. Of course, seeing them now, it only made Snake angry, reminding him of his "former" best friend Wolf. Not wanting to be reminded of what happened, he opened the freezer door and saw a single Push Pop inside of it, picking it up with his tail.

Shark, in the meantime, was about to have a huge breakdown, "We got no food! We got no money! We got no money we could use to buy food! No food we can sell for money! We...," He suddenly was unable to hold in his sadness any longer and broke into a loud sob, tears flowing like waterfalls.

Snake couldn't take hearing his teammate's cries any longer, and so, he then decided to do something about it. He used his tail to close the freezer door and slithered up to Shark, "All right, okay, okay! Here, here; take it," He gave Shark the Push Pop while patting him on the arm, with his tail, that held the Push Pop.

Shark slowly began to suck on the Push Pop, calming down, as Snake added in what sounded like a comforting tone of voice, "Now, stop crying, buddy," He slithered back to the fridge.

Tarantula, who was climbing up onto Shark's shoulder, was surprised to have seen what Snake just did. Was that... him... being good? Wanting to know the details, she asked, "Um, Snake, what did you just do?"

Snake opened the main fridge before turning his head and replied, "What? My friend was sad, and I was just cheering him up."

While Snake was looking in the fridge for any sight of food, Shark, realizing what had just happened now, stopped eating the Push Pop and commented in surprise, "You... you did a good thing...for me."

Snake, thinking that the "idea" was preposterous, answered back, "Don't be ridiculous. I just put your needs before my own."

Tarantula, remembering those same words as the one Marmalade had taught them in the sharing laboratory, commented, "Yeah. You're being good."

Snake retorted back while turning around to face his teammates, "I'm not; I was simply making a sacrifice so Shark could be happy."

Hornet responded back, "That is the actual definition of being good!" But his head beat up high as he realized what he just said, "Wait, why did I say that?" he murmured quietly. He had been fearing good all his life, and now he defined the meaning to "good".

Piranha had overheard what was going on and popped his head out of one of the boxes filled with packing peanuts so we could see what was happening.

Meanwhile, Shark, realizing that Snake, the only member of the team who was really resistant to being good, had done an actual, genuine good deed, commented, "Snake, you, the worst one of us, the most selfish!"

"Uptight," Hornet stated

"Spiteful," Tarantula added

"Terrible," Shark mentioned

"Sneaky," Piranha commented while standing up right and splashing a bit of the packing peanuts around in the box.

"Rude," Hornet smirked.

"Dishonest," Tarantula added

"Insensitive," Shark listed.

"Manipulative," Tarantula added.

"Stubborn," Hornet described.

"Snakelike," Piranha commented, who held in the urge to laugh from the pun he made.

"Stanky," Shark threw in, to help make the main point of the discussion.

Snake, who had been taking it all In with little interest, bluntly asked with sarcasm, "And your point is?"

Tarantula answered, bringing up this new revelation, "I think Wolf was right. Maybe we could be more than just scary villains."

Suddenly, something very odd began to happen. Tarantula felt her thorax begin to shake side to side....and a strange tingle overcame her body...and it felt... weird at first but it was also...good!

Shark, Piranha, and Hornet were also feeling it to, as Shark's dorsal fine, Piranha's mohawks, and Hornet's good antenna were also shaking back and forth, much to their surprise. Hornet was surprised the most as he never taught he would feel something good like this... for a while. It's been years, and this was the first time he felt good that he and his friends can be more than scary villains.

Suddenly, Tarantula realized what was happening, saying, "Oh, wow; is this... is this wagging? We're-we're wagging!"

Shark and Piranha seemed to be enjoying their new wag, loving how it felt. But Hornet was still worried about the same reason. He was worried about change, and this is another step of change for him and his friends: about feeling that tingle. Hornet quickly held his good antenna while trying to hide that feeling from his friends.

Snake even felt his own tail start to wag, even with the tip of his tail slumped down, and the sight seemed...pretty cool....at first.

However, when Snake realized what was happening, he used every inch of his lower body to keep his tail from wagging while shouting, "No, no, no!"

He then turned around and faced the still open fridge, shouting angrily with his teeth bared, "We'll always be Bad Guys!"

With a mighty swing, he threw the door closed, knocking down almost all the pictures off the fridge, except the one involving the selfie that Wolf took on the day of his birthday celebration in the hideout.

Snake then slithered all the way to the elevator and entered it, breathing fast while feeling anger coursing through his body, as his teammates watched in concern.

As the door closed behind him inside the elevator, Snake had only one thought in his mind; he was not gonna allow himself to be good, not even for a "wag." He was still bad, and would always be bad...even if it meant having to do something he'd never thought he'd do.

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So, I decided not to include the scene where Diane took Wolf to her hideout since there won't be any changes to that scene.

Hornet as still not a fan of change, especially changing to the thing he feared the most. And because his left antenna was gone, his right one has the tingle, but he kept it still to hide that feeling.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me with this chapter.

I hope you like the new chapter. Please like, reblog, and comment for feedback.

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Alright, finally got some headcanons here again. Thank you all for your patience, as always. :) ❤️

They Meet the Player in Person ft. Jebus & Tricky (+ The Main 3)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Violence, this is quite long)

While you and the boys were immersed in your little "war" with the AAHW, you failed to recognize how the event itself would lead your other previous vessels to catch wind of you. And to be honest, you didn’t think you had a reason to be worried about that either way. Not many people knew the true nature of your existence, so you doubted the Nevadan public (or at least what remained of it) would get involved. And those that could weren’t exactly malicious by Madness standards. (Well, except for Tricky.)

One such vessel was the grunt who’d been a “partner” of yours for the longest. Dr. Jebediah Christoff, or simply “Jebus” as he was known now, was doing a patrol of the outskirts the first time he saw the flyers. Usually he wouldn’t bother going so far outside the central parts of the city, but he’d heard whispers of the AAHW encroaching on Nexus territory. This immediately piqued his curiosity.

For all the rivalry that AAHW had with the Nexus, they had never actually dared to enter the City or even come that close to its borders before. He could understand why; there was nothing the AAHW could want from the Nexus. Sure, the Divergence Engine, Keystone Fragment, and many Sleepwalker beds the Nexus Core had kept in the city all had some value, but the AAHW could already clone grunts. And they didn’t seem uneducated, which led him to believe there must’ve been some form of a Sleepwalker program there. (The Nexus didn’t exactly keep an eye on where the beds disappeared to. Especially since they’d been far more busy trying to keep order after Phobos’ death.)

So he knew that there had to be a reason why the AAHW was suddenly interested in Nexus City. And as he delved closer to the outskirts, he started seeing the odd posters dotting the street corners, which soon turned into entire murals that covered walls. It was actually kind of concerning to him; the organization has never been so extravagant in really “advertising” any of their goals. Not even the wanted posters for Hank were as frequent. Nonetheless, he approached one with some small amount of skepticism.

But he was shocked when, instead of finding new posters related to the AAHW’s orders or rules - or even their main objective of finding Hank - it was instead for a missing person. A large reward was offered, along with a long description of you. His The Player.

At first he didn’t want to believe it. It just didn’t make sense. There was no logical reason why you’d be in Nevada, not when you could control your vessels so well. More importantly, you were safe where you were, at least far safer than you would be in their world. Unaffected by the chaos and general hostility that polluted every corner of his realm. Why would you ever choose to come here?

But that turned to another line of reasoning. What if you hadn’t chosen to come here, but ended up in Nevada anyway? It wouldn’t exactly be out of line with the way the Employers and other higher powers of this place worked to force someone to do something against their will. And it would explain your absence, something he’d grown restless from yet again.

He had already loathed any mere second that he had to feel that awful chill and deep emptiness that came when you left. But at least then he could rationalize a reason why you were gone. As painful as it was, you didn’t need his help as a vessel during those years, and he was fine with that. (He really wasn’t but he couldn’t admit it to himself. He had to be stronger than this, for you, at least. What would you think if you knew how dependent he had become on you? How weak he grew without your constant care and affection?)

But this time, you had an actual mission to complete. You had been at his side the entire time when you two had to defeat Phobos. And while he certainly wasn’t happy when you used others as vessels (a far cry from how it had been thirty years ago), he wouldn’t ever go against your ways when it came to how you completed your objective. Your presence was still in Nevada, even if it wasn’t with him.

For you to leave in the middle of an important task like this, and from the entirety of your vessels was just confusing beyond belief. And he knew this because, as much as the others didn’t really like him, they had asked him if he’d been with you. Which was in itself was concerning. It made him frantic with worry, and he found himself slipping into the same sorry state he’d been in for the last thirty years. Utterly sleep-deprived, emaciated from the lack of a will to eat, and plagued by the delusions of your presence (which only fed his obsession, even if they contradicted the reality of his life).

But the flyers that he saw on the wall explained this.

He knew from his own search of Phobos’ office thirty years ago that the Auditor, no, the Employers, knew about you. That they revered you; believing in your power as being beyond that of theirs (and they were right, of course. You succeeded them in sheer benevolence if nothing else). It made sense that they’d want to be with you in a way that was more tangible. He’d also be a hypocrite if he didn’t say that he’d also want such a thing, to see you and be in your presence directly. But the difference is that Jebus would only do so if he knew that you’d be willing; he was actually considerate in regards to your needs. The Employers seemed to have very little care for anyone’s wishes but their own.

Of course they'd do something like this. But this just made him more worried. You may've been in Nevada, but you obviously weren't with the Auditor and the AAHW. So where could you be anyway?

With this in mind, he searched out more of these posters; scouring the fringes of the city for anything that could tell him about you and your location. It wasn’t difficult at all, for once. Not only did the AAHW post flyers, but they used recordings as well. (He couldn’t help but laugh sardonically once he heard the Auditor’s pleadings for you to come back. He didn’t know how they’d managed to drive you away, but it was funny to hear such a powerful being groveling at your metaphorical feet. He only laughed harder once he heard your voice finish off the recording with a stern no. At least that confirmed your feelings on it.)

Soon the general number of flyers changed, becoming far more frequent. And the many that were stapled to the few stable structures on the outskirts, Jebus found one that you’d made with your vessels. His hands shook slightly as they gently removed the staples and brought the image of you closer to his eyes.

He held his breath as he took in your appearance. Odd, in comparison to grunts. Your skin was more colorful than he was expecting, the pigments making you seem so warm compared to the grey that grunts had. Then there was that wedge-shape that protruded from the middle of your face. But most stunning were your eyes, bright and expressive as you gave the camera a grin. You were beautiful.

He stared at the picture for more than a few minutes before folding it delicately and putting it in his inner-coat pocket. Besides showing you off, the flyers were immensely helpful in telling them who you were with. And it’s not like anyone else would be posting them anyway, so he knew you had to be in the area. With a renewed vigor, he picked up the pace, intent on searching the place for you.

And after many hours of searching, he finally did.

He was in the middle of scrutinizing another of the flyers when he froze, having heard the light cadence of your voice. He instinctively took it as another auditory hallucination, perhaps due to the sleep deprivation he’d experience whenever your absence occurred for too long. However, those only lasted for a few interspersed minutes at a time. You continued to speak, your excitable words carrying over the stiff air of Nevada to him in a way that was unmistakable. It had to be you.

The way he was quick to sprint to where the sound was coming from would’ve embarrassed him in any other circumstance (he’d rather appear composed; he found that he was far more threatening that way). But he couldn’t find himself caring as the sound of you got clearer, and with a final turn of a corner, he found you.

Well, he found the wall of grunts who’d heard a force coming and decided to block you from view. He recognized Hank immediately, the red tint of his goggles sticking out against the dreary landscape of the city. That and the barrel of the gun he had pointed at the Savior. Sanford and Deimos, who’d lingered a bit behind him, had their hands placed on their weapons as well but seemed to ease as they took in his appearance. (Somewhat, at least. They were ready to fight him if you needed them to, even if he’d been instrumental in their larger plan to end Project Nexus. It would be a setback, but they’re sure Doc wouldn’t be too mad once they explained the situation.)

Jebus took a step towards the group, only to be met with another by Hank, who’d only seemed to get more threatening when he took in who stood before him. (It’s not like he forgot how he had to constantly fight with the man for your attention before you arrived. If he had his way, the Savior wouldn’t even see you.) But when Hank made another step towards Jeb, he was suddenly stopped in his place. By you.

Jebus’ eyes widened once he saw the light strings pulling at the mercenary’s form, too shocked to even be annoyed at the way Hank’s form seemed to relax immediately at their instruction. However, unlike before, the strings didn’t reach upward towards the heavens, from where you always looked down on them before. Instead, they weaved around Sanford and Deimos, leading directly behind them. His breath caught in his throat when he saw a hand reaching out from behind them, the radiant threads leading back to the fingertips. And then, you stepped out (though not before placing a reassuring hand on Sanford’s arm and giving a comforting look to Deimos, who looked rather panicked at your actions).

“What’s the hold up? -Oh, wait, Jeb? It’s so good to see you! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You said, fully relieved to not have to deal with another enemy that day (well, maybe not an enemy to you). And then you smiled at him.

You had rendered him frozen yet again. He had experienced so much with you, and was the victim of so much pain when he couldn’t feel that warmth enveloping him. But now he could feel that all-encompassing heat emanating from you, and hear your voice more clearly. He could see the way your eyes shined in silent affection for him. It was almost too much for him to take.

Never in all of his musings or reflections on his own feelings and memories about you, did he ever think that you would ever be standing right in front of him. His Player. Kind and caring, a paragon of good. The same person who’d helped him face the tyrannical Director of the Nexus Core thirty years ago, and the very same who’d been helping him regain control of Project Nexus. You were someone he tried to emulate - And longed to have.

Your expression switched from relief to worry when you saw him falter, and a few tears slipping out from behind his glasses. Ignoring the protests of Hank and your other vessels, you hurriedly approached him, intent on comforting the man who you’d known has been put through so much strife - and partly because of you. You can’t imagine how difficult it must’ve been for him to deal with Nevada for thirty years, even with your help. His story had always made you sad, but at least now you had the ability to give him the care he deserved.

You wordlessly brushed away the hand that he raised to wipe his face before encircling your arms around him in a soft embrace, shushing him. He straightened up, body going stiff as you did so. He didn’t know what to expect, but your touch wasn’t something he thought he would ever experience.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” You whispered, a small, sad smile grew on your face when you felt him pull you slightly closer, if not with some hesitancy. You were pure, and he didn’t want to do anything to taint that part of you. Your grip tightened around him once you felt the soft taps of his tears falling onto your shirt. But you also noted the soft rumblings that you felt through the armored plate you were resting your head on. He was purring.

Jebus felt like he was experiencing some sort of forgiveness. Like his sins were being cleansed by the intense heat he felt from you. But even this paled in comparison to the feeling of peace that overtook him. In this moment, embraced by his one idol, all was right. You cared about him enough to comfort him in his time of need. And he knew at this moment that he’d pay you back for all of that help you’d given him before. He was yours, and he would spend the rest of his life proving that he deserved to be by your side, if you needed him to.

(In this moment, your other vessels were not as happy. Hank was shaking in anger as he watched the two of you, and Deimos and Sanford had immersed themselves in a hushed conversation about what they would tell 2BDamned. It was time for them to move. If not to get away from the AAHW, then to leave the other vessels who might show up. They didn’t need anyone else trying to steal you from them!)

To be completely honest, Tricky didn’t really care about the posters he’d noticed being put up in Nexus City. (At least not at first.) He was usually too busy trying to scrounge up materials for his newest “game” or simply indiscriminately murdering grunts to notice them most of the time. But when he saw the name plastered on them from the corner of his eye, he immediately ran up to them, haphazardly tearing one from its post (and leaving plenty of it behind, leaving it almost illegible).

His shaking got even worse when he read your title plastered on it. You were here?! His precious Player?!?! In Nevada!!?!

Unlike Jebus, he didn’t think too much about how dubious these claims might be. Tricky’d been pretty good at searching the city for your presence before, and had immediately noticed when you were too far away for him to catch wind of. That just made him widen his efforts, of course (it’s not like he was willing to just give up on finding you, no that was unthinkable to him). Instead of questioning why you were in Nevada, he simply took the flyers as information about your location. And, luckily for him, the fact that your other vessels were in some of them just made it easier!

He flew through the streets, even ignoring most of the unassuming grunts as he shouted your title out to try and get your attention. (The AAHW members there who heard him just looked at each other and decided to call it a day. They weren’t getting paid enough to deal with the clown.)

Meanwhile, you had been out with your group yet again, this time a final supply run before you’d be switching locations. Doc was very insistent on it, for some reason. Hank had stopped in his tracks the moment he heard Tricky’s shouting and gestured for the others to get their weapons out.

Deimos let out a tired groan when he heard the screeching. “God, again?!? I thought we’d put an end to this ages ago.” Sanford hung his head for a moment, sighing before nodding in agreement. The two were victims of many of the clown’s interruptions in their missions, mainly to fight them and/or steal your presence away. Not only was he dangerous, but very annoying.

You were silent but apprehensive. You knew that Tricky definitely didn’t hate you, but you really didn’t want to have to deal with anyone in your group getting injured. You saw his stop sign before the clown himself, jolting along the ground haphazardly as it seemed to search for something. And then the Zed erupted from the ground. Right in front of Hank.

Of course, the grunt was quick to pull his gun out, but the clown just ignored him, shoving past him to get closer to where he felt an intense warmth emanating from. But he was yanked back, Hank’s claws nearly tearing through his labcoat as he aggressively pulled the clown in front of him. “HEY!! >:(”

Then you spoke up to try and quell the already volatile situation. “U-um, Hank? I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t do this right now. Like really appreciate it.” You followed up the statement with a small bout of nervous laughter. The clown’s gaze snapped to you and you paled.

"PLAYER!!! :D CLOWN FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!! :DDD"

He then teleported directly to you, completely bypassing Sanford and Deimos (who'd tried in vain to block you from view). You yelped when he appeared a few inches from your face, taking a step back and craning your neck to look up at his mask. He giggled at your bewildered expression. You looked so cute!

"Ah, yes, you've found me!..." You trailed off a little bit. "Do you..want anything, Tricky?"

He almost squealed when he heard you say his name. It sounded so much better from you in person! He nodded quickly, leaning down to get closer to you.

"YOU'LL USE CLOWN NOW!! :D" He yelled, and the others bristled from behind him. What? No. This cannot be happening.

You grinned shakily. "I-well. I'm not sure I can do that..permanently? But I guess I can bring you along for now," came your response, and your smile widened when he cheered enthusiastically. It was kind of cute to see him so excited, even if his presence was wholly unexpected.

Naturally, the others in your party were less than enthused. But they didn't have much of a choice, having to put up with the clown as he paraded around with you for the rest of the day. They were put on the sidelines for once, feeling bitter as they watched you give him all of your attention. (It was to keep him from running off or doing something stupid, but it wasn't fair to them.)

Deimos pouted when he turned to you after a perfect shot, expecting to find you ready to give a compliment or a praising look, only to see your eyes fixed to the clown instead. Sanford experienced the same thing, looking rather crestfallen when he didn't hear a peep from you after he pulled off a rather impressive move with his hook.

On the other hand, Hank was embroiled in a competition with Tricky, both tearing apart enemies at a break-neck speed to try and impress you. It was generally very chaotic; Tricky shouting jeers and taunts as he cleaved through bandits with his sign, only to screech when Hank actually threw one of the bandits at him (not before flipping him off, of course.)

(You sweat-dropped. They were acting exactly like they did when you were outside of Nevada. You hadn't imagined that it was really this bad though.)

However, even if Hank managed to kill more bandits or agents than the Clown, which he did, you still didn't switch to him. It was utterly infuriating. What the hell did Tricky do to earn your attention and your praise? He wasn't supposed to be here, and he didn't have any business interrupting their mission. You had a job to do, and he was slowing you down. If anything, you should've been insulted. But no - you instead complimented him whenever you saw him do a trick with his sign, or teleport around the battlefield in a flash.

The last straw for your vessels occurred at the end of another massacre. Tricky bounded up to you, looking at you like an excited dog would its owner. He held his arms out.

"CLOWN WANTS A HUG FROM YOU!! PLEASE!! <3333 :D"

And to the astonishment of your other vessels, you gave one to him. Just like that. Nodding with a smile before embracing the Zed, and laughing once he picked you up and spun you around. (Deimos was especially pissed off at that. You did that with him a lot, too.)

Of course, Tricky knew about the jealous glares the others were shooting at him and the way they tensed up in anger at his actions. But he didn't care. Why would he, when he had you in his arms? No, he was entirely too focused on the adorable way you laughed, and the warmth that permeated through his very being at being in your presence (and under your control).

He purred loudly as he placed you back down, though still keeping you in a tight hug. He was still shaking, of course, but oddly enough it seemed to lessen when he was enveloped by your touch. He absolutely adored you before, but this little event had only furthered his love for you. And, judging by the way you chuckled and held him even tighter as he nuzzled into you, you seemed to hold some affection for him as well. Just like he wanted.

("We're moving. Now." Was all that Hank said, no growled, watching you fraternize with the insane clown. It was actually difficult for him to not do anything, the urge to destroy the happy Zed for even looking at you was running at an all-time high.

"Calling Doc right now," Deimos replied, looking uncharacteristically tired as he turned his head from the scene in front of him and pulled out his comm. He was still angry about the hug. That was your thing! And besides, Tricky shouldn't be touching you anyway. He was almost always covered in blood, you didn't need that filth on you.

Sanford was also glaring daggers at Tricky. Seeing you enjoy someone else's affection just picked at his heart in the worst of ways. It was even worse that it was someone like Tricky, who he knew was likely too unstable to take care of you (certainly not like he could). His hook was feeling a bit too shiny as of late. Maybe he could stand to dirty it up a little?)

#tw: yandere #doc after hearing about this: 😑 are you kidding me? more people?? #me: damn jeb deserves better than this #also me: *writes angst whenever jeb is involved* #i love this man #good luck on getting tricky to leave you alone now #deimos when tricky spins you: but..that was our thing 🥺😡 #self aware m:pn au #samau #player!reader #yandere jebus #jebus x reader #jebus #yandere tricky #tricky x reader #tricky #yandere madness combat #yandere madcom #madness combat x reader #my writing

[princessphilly]

I'm a greedy hoe, so I'm also asking for I’ve Never Loved A Man with Charles Brandon.

This was a fantastic idea 🤗

My friends keep telling me

That you ain’t no good

But oh, they don’t know

That I’d leave you if I could - Aretha Franklin - I’ve Never Loved A Man

Tagging: @darklydeliciousdesires @jeanieeelopez @strawberrishortbabe @chara-hugs @starshine-hockey-girl @myhockeyworld87 @kthynes @angryschnauzer

CW: slight dub-con, a bit of role-play, a bit of smut

WC: 867

It was a bit of tricky business, being here.

Alice hastily pushed her snood over her hair, glad that she had it intricately braided. This was dangerous business, snooping in the quarters of His Grace, the Duke of Suffolk. But desperate times means desperate matters and finding that wager her father agreed under duress to the Earl of Norwich was life or death.

“Better a wastrel than a heretic,” Alice’s mother had muttered but her father was a wastrel and a recusant. His Majesty had just dissolved the abbeys and the great monasteries. From what Alice was able to learn, her father had made great noise against that and Norwich was a recusant as well. But now, Suffolk had that wager in his belongings and if Alice were to discover it and get rid of it, there would be no proof that they were colluding.

Alice quickly and carefully sifted through the papers on the desk. Frustrated not to find anything, she was shocked when the Duke of Suffolk himself was standing behind her.

“Find what you wanted, Alice Moor?”

Gritting her teeth, Alice dipped a quick curtsy. Moor was the surname Alice had before she was married off to Sir Jasper Hastings, a loyal gentleman of the chamber for the previous King.

“It’s Alice Hastings, your grace,” Alice couldn’t help but jibe. Her tongue, it always led her to trouble.

The Duke laughed before stroking his beard. “I figured you’d find your way here, sooner or later, Mistress Hastings. You tend to have a habit of cleaning up after fools.”

“Sometimes it’s better to clean up than to suffer utter ruination.”

“But what if ruination is the key to the best outcome.”

In just a matter of sentences, Alice felt herself being thrown into a situation that she did not expect. And from the glint in his grace’s eyes, Alice knew she was on dangerous ground.

Alice rallied herself. “It may depend on the kind of ruination, your grace.”

“Best that you are not a maid, Mistress Hastings,” Suffolk purred. “For I would not have it said that I ruined innocent ladies.”

“I am not sure what you are about, your grace,” Alice lied even though she had an idea. She was alone with him in his private apartments, his bed merely steps away.

Suffolk slunk towards Alice, all predatory grace before taking a piece of paper out of his doublet. “I wonder if your lips taste like honey. I fear they will be sweet as berries.”

“A kiss, my lord Duke?”

His eyes burned as he took in her garb. Alice had worn the clothing of a maid, soot staining her skin, far from looking like the gentlewoman she typically was. Her cursed tongue added, “Or just a kiss?”

“Kisses, Mistress, kisses of several types,”  Suffolk breathed.

This was just his luck, the Widow Hasting, in his chambers, at his mercy. But then, Charles wasn’t adverse to turning situations into his favor. The radiance of her skin, those full lips, it was enough to drive him mad with lust. Prowling close to Mistress Hastings, Charles inhaled. She smelled like the sweetest rose with a touch of exotic cinnamon, a spice limited only to His Majesty. It was pure luck that the King did not want Mistress Hastings, Charles would get to have her for herself.

Pressing closer, Charles insinuated, “Just a kiss, Mistress Hastings, and it is all yours. This vowel will be yours.”

“A kiss, your grace,” Alice breathed. His scent was intoxicating and she couldn’t resist. “You may, Suffolk.”

Expecting the Duke to just kiss her lips, Alice was surprised when he brushed his fingers over her cheek. Trailing over her mouth, Alice nipped them to Charle’s surprise. “Hmm, a saucy maid,” he commented before pulling Alice into him. His lips finally met hers, starting soft before turning deep and hungry. Before she knew it, Alice found herself on her back on his bed, Suffolk between her legs.

“Let’s stop playing the games, shall we,” Charles said, his fingers. “I love how you like to play innocent but my pussy is already nice and wet for me. Playing the coquette does it for you?”

“Shut up, your grace, and take me,” Alice urged.

Charles gave her a devilish smile before his tongue licked her pussy, his fingers playing with her, making her moan for him.

**

Alice rolled over to her side, her legs sore. His grace had ridden her hard after making her cum all over his tongue before releasing his seed on her chest. Like the dirty man he was, he fed her his seed with his fingers before giving her the paper. Alice had promptly tossed the paper into the fire.

The bed creaked as she got up. Suffolk was laying on his back, his bright blue eyes watching Alice as she picked up her clothes.

“Gone so soon?”

“I do have other duties, Suffolk,” Alice quipped. “Plus, it is not good for a gentlewoman to be seen in the rooms of your grace. I could still be ruined.”

Charles smirked before stretching. Alice bit her lip, he really was too handsome for his own good.

“Until next time then, Mistress.”

#charles brandon #duke of suffolk #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #henry cavill chara #the tudors #lyric prompt blurbs #lyric prompts #charles brandon x black oc #charles brandon x oc #smut #grapefruit rating #slight dubcon #slight dub-con

[aminiatureworld]

Time and Chance II

Characters: Kaeya, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,702

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: Confessions are tricky things. Sometimes it takes week, maybe months, maybe years of building up courage for one to happen. And sometimes life throws the oddest wrenches in our paths.

In which the reader confesses.

Author’s Note:

Sorry for the lack of Zhongli. I feel completely awful currently and though I wrote part of his scenario it was really poor in quality so I decided to stick with Kaeya and Xiao. I’ll get to him and Keqing another time I promise. Also don’t worry this isn’t life or death I just need to sleep it off lol. I realize between this and my computer there’s always something and I feel a bit guilty about it. At least I hope everything’s up to par!

This also probably won’t get proofread tonight.

 I hope you enjoyed my extra fic for Valentine’s Day! To all the lovely people who requested prompts I will be getting to those next week. Have a lovely night and thank you so much for your patience!

Kaeya

Perhaps falling in love with Kaeya wasn’t the most original thing you’d ever done, but by the time you’d come to that conclusion you were too far gone to care.

You loved Kaeya, or at least you liked him a lot. As someone who looked up to the Knights of Favonius there was something intriguing about the man who was simultaneously one of its lynchpins, and a sort of rogue state of a human being. It didn’t hurt that he was stupidly good looking, and a bit of a smoother talker. Okay, maybe more than a bit, but you didn’t really mind that. It was nice to be flirted with sometimes, and Kaeya had the sense never to take it too far.

You figured that Kaeya was at least somewhat aware of your feelings. Though you never asked about it, it seemed somehow too brash. Instead you figured that, in the months that had passed since your friendship had begun – for you did see it as a friendship by now – Kaeya had become aware and decided not to comment on it, as to not hurt your feelings. Though you wouldn’t go as far as call it noble of him, you certainly appreciated it.

So this charade continued on. You two remained close friends, or rather close friends in your estimation. Kaeya continued to flirt and you continued to ignore your personal feelings. It was truly an odd song and dance, but it wasn’t one you were about to change, not willingly anyways.

It’d become a bit of a tradition to patrol together. Seeing as you were an adventurer yourself and Kaeya was, well, Kaeya, you two had eventually decided it was better to make one long patrol together than two shorter patrols apart. Besides wasn’t the rule safety in numbers?

It was an exceedingly boring patrol, and as it neared its end the atmosphere between you two grew from semi-serious to absolute buffoonery. Kaeya had challenged you to see who could pick the most flowers the fastest, then who could control their vision’s element the long, then eventually, seized by some divine genius, he suggested that you might see who could run the farthest on the walls of Monstadt without falling over.

“This has got to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever agreed to.” You grumbled good naturedly. “Don’t blame me if you go tumbling off and end up with a broken leg.”

“I trust you’ll lift me to safety before that happens.” Kaeya answered back, eyes alight with his daredevil proposal.

“My anemo vision isn’t your personal elevator captain.” You reminded him. Hauling yourself up on the walls so you were on the farthest side you flashed a thumbs up. Kaeya nodded.

“Okay. Three… two… one and three quarters.”

“Kaeya.” You huffed, eliciting a chuckle from the knight.

“Okay, okay. Three, two, one, go!” The two of you ran as fast as you could, scrambling up the turrets, too concentrated to talk. Kaeya was laughing though, and eventually you found yourself laughing too, thrilled by the recklessness you were indulging in and the freedom to be doing it with someone apparently as stupid as you were.

“I’m getting ahead~” Kaeya chimed. You scoffed, quickening your pace. Kaeya did likewise, and for a moment it seems you two were going to be running the entire wall in this position. That is before Kaeya slipped.

“Shit.” He cursed, waving his arms like a madman. This only lasted a few seconds before he truly tumbled off, heading towards the stone paved ground. You didn’t say anything, though your brain was screaming various incomprehensible things. You simply clambered off your perch, hands already outstretched, praying to the god Barbatos that you could manipulate air you couldn’t see.

Luck was on your side as it turned out, and your swirl of wind caught Kaeya before he hit the pavement. Gliding down you shook your head wildly.

“Great gods Kaeya you scared the shit out of me!” You knew that you were screaming slightly, but you couldn’t help it. The whole situation had riled you up, leaving you panicked and not fully in control of your emotions.

“I’m fine! Honestly I am. I’m only sorry I lost.” Kaeya chuckled, but his laughter was weaker than before and his expression was slightly shocked.

“It’s not time to joke around Kaeya!” You shot back. “You can’t be so reckless! I know that it was also my fault for agreeing to it, but honestly! What would Monstadt do without you? What would I do without you?” You paused then, realizing that what you said held certain implications you’d been hoping to keep under wraps.

“What do you mean?” Kaeya’s expression immediately became brighter. Figures he’d read the meaning into your words. Honestly the man was too emotionally intelligent for his own good.

“I meant was I said.” You replied, figuring that there was nothing else to say. The truth was all but out now. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you Kaeya. Now I’m going to tell you something I’ve been hiding for a while, and since I saved your life and revealed it in the process I just want you to take it seriously, okay? I’m not joking, and now that I’ve said it I want to make it explicit. I like you. Like, I like, like you. And I know that I’m just your friend and that you’ve probably been aware of it for ages, but it’s out in the open now, okay? You don’t have to reciprocate or anything, that’s not it. I just… want to let it out.”

You stared at Kaeya, trying to gauge his reaction as much as possible, unwilling to look away. Unsurprisingly the news hardly seemed shocking to him, but instead of his smile slipping from his face it only grew wider. “You’re kinda oblivious you know.”

“I – what?” You sputtered, slightly offended. This wasn’t where you expecting it to go. “I don’t expect you to reciprocate, but leave the teasing alone for now at least!” So much for calling Kaeya emotionally intelligent.

“You’re reading this the wrong way!” Kaeya held up his hands, before stepping closer to you. “I just can’t believe that you’ve been my friend this whole time, had feelings on top of it, and never noticed that I was just as interested in you. I mean I’ve been flirting with you for months.”

“You flirt with everyone.” You scoffed, although the argument seemed to hold a bit less weight when compared to the jubilant, slightly smug look on Kaeya’s face.

“You may be right about that.” He admitted. “But c’mon. I don’t flirt with them like I flirt with you. I certainly don’t take them out on patrol.” His expression turned softer then, and he shook his head. “I know that I joke around a lot, but I promise, I wouldn’t joke about this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you though, that was a fault on my part.”

“So you mean I’ve been hiding my feelings all this time for nothing?” You deadpanned, feeling overwhelmed. The situation still seemed too good to be true.

“Sounds about right.” Mischief was creeping back into Kaeya’s voice. “But it’s all right now! Your prayers have been heard! So, since you were the one to admit your feelings, I’ll be the one to ask the question. Want to date?”

“Yes.” You replied, sure of your answer.

“Good.” Kaeya replied, before pulling you into a hug, one you gladly reciprocated. It had been a hell of a day, and while you wouldn’t relieve Kaeya’s fall for anything you felt somehow lighter, as if a great burden had been lifted off your shoulders. He liked you, Kaeya liked you. For you, for now, that was all that mattered.

 Xiao

Once you’d decided to admit your feelings to Xiao you’d immediately followed up that decision with the knowledge that you were going to have to break it to him slowly. You’d been friends with Xiao for over a year now, and though you were cautiously optimistic as to how the adeptus would take it, you still knew that he wasn’t the kind of person who would be at all comfortable with a sudden confession.

Confessing your feelings was in itself an act which required all the courage you possessed. You weren’t sure when you’d truly started falling for Xiao, it had come about so gradually. But before you knew it you had grown to love him. You loved the way he talked, the soft cadence of his voice though often impatient was still filled with enough softness to make your heart flutter. You loved how, despite all he’d suffered, he still retained a begrudging love for the world, especially Liyue, which he once revealed to you would always be the one thing he loved, even if he loved nothing else. You loved everything, his hands, his eyes, the way he walked, the way he kept going despite it all. You loved it so much it hurt, and now you found that your love wasn’t something merely to be pushed away. If the odds of Xiao rejecting you were almost 100 so be it, at least then you’d be proud of yourself.

You spent quite a bit of time mulling the whole thing over, before the answer struck you. Xiao refused the gifts you brought him after some of your adventures, and when you’d once asked him what he might accept he’d shifted his gaze slightly towards the side, one hand running itself through his hair. “…Almond… Tofu.” He’d admitted. You’d been delighted by the revelation at the time, promising yourself you’d learn to make it. And what was a better way to show your feelings than to do so now? Not only was it something he’d like, it was something you’d made yourself.

So you gathered all the ingredients, borrow a receipt, and set to work in Wangshu Inn’s kitchen.

Unfortunately you’d failed to predict how difficult Almost Tofu was to make. It’d been hours and you had nothing to show for it but dirty utensils, a scarcity of ingredients, and a few mysterious blobs that looked about two steps away from inedible. Leaning your head on the counter you let out a groan. Why the fuck did you think this was a good idea?

“What’re you doing?” A familiar voice broke through your reverie.

“Xiao!” You exclaimed, glancing around you. There was no use hiding the project, although technically nothing was looking even close to Almond Tofu right now. “I was, I was trying to make Almond Tofu. But I guess I’m no good at cooking.” You laughed, more than slightly embarrassed.

Xiao’s eyes narrowed, and he raised an eyebrow. Saying nothing he walked over to the counter. Grabbing a cloth he started wiping down the counter.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, slightly confused and extremely surprised.

“Teaching you.” Came the reply. “Come on, let’s start again. Have you washed your hands since your last attempt?”

If cooking was difficult without Xiao it was impossible with him. The whole time you couldn’t help butbe aware of his presence, the way he stood behind you, leaning forward ever so often. Once you hadn’t been mixing fast enough and he placed his hands on yours, pressing his chest against your back. Your grip had immediately lost all strength, and you were sure that Xiao was the only one actually working. His breath was warm against your neck, and his palms were warm and dry. It was all too much, and you spent the rest of the lesson only half paying attention, too wrapped up in his proximity to you.

Despite the distractions this batch turned out, well looking like Almond Tofu. You couldn’t help but smile when seeing the finished product. Even if you didn’t make it completely yourself, there was still something about creating that gave you a sense of pride. Even if you did need help from the person you were going to give it to.

“It’s done.” Xiao proclaimed, a slight smile of satisfaction on his face. “I hope you enjoy it.”

“Oh, well actually I made it for you.” You grabbed the plate and approached the adeptus. “I know you said it was your favorite, and the only thing you’d accept, so, I made it!” You smiled slightly, though inside you were a bundle of nerves. This was happening. Holy shit this was happening.

The surprise on Xiao’s face was evident, but he nevertheless took the plate. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks he pressed into the tofu, causing it to almost immediately separate. Taking a bite a smile crossed his face. “Thank you,” he said, “it’s very good. I’m surprised you remembered.”

“Of course I did!” You replied, voice slightly hurried. “And, um, well I’d like to tell you something.”

“What is it?” Xiao’s slightly concerned look returned. Setting the plate down he crossed his arms.

“Well… you see.” You glanced at the floor. “I know this will probably seem very sudden, and maybe not very proper; and I know that this is something that’s purely one sided, but the fact is I like you. I like you more than a friend and, well… yeah.” You finished, feeling as if you’d just spoken some utter nonsense.

Glancing up you noticed how rigid Xiao had gone. Mouth twisting into a nervous frown you shook your head. “I’m so sorry! I know that you aren’t really, well you’ve said you aren’t familiar with the way humans experience the world. And I don’t want to put you on the spot, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I’m sorry it’s so shocking.” Glancing away you started worrying your hands together. This had gone so much worse than you’d expected it.

“I don’t understand,” Xiao finally spoke, dropping his arms to his sides, “I don’t understand why you’d like someone like me. I’m not a human, and in terms of adepti I’m far more cursed than most. You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t like some like me. I bring disaster.”

“No you don’t!” The objection came naturally to you, horrified as you were by Xiao’s view of himself. “You’re one of the most wonderful beings I’ve ever met, human or adeptal! You’re kind, and you try to understand the pain and emotions of humanity. And you never push your burdens onto others despite carrying such heavy ones. If that’s not the mark of a good person, well then I don’t know what is!”

“I still don’t understand.” Xiao said, voice softer than usual but just as matter of fact.

“I’m sorry I pushed this onto you.” You said, suddenly feeling a burst of regret, turning around you made to leave the kitchen.

“Wait!” Xiao’s voice was loud and slightly jarring, his hand caught your wrist in a grip that, while gentle, was still firm. You turned around, unsure what to expect. Xiao sighed, closing the distance between you two. “When I said I don’t understand, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” There was a pause as he collected his thoughts, looking down, shaking his head slightly. “I don’t understand how humans think, nor how they feel. But, when I’m around you I’m happy, happier than I’ve been in a millennia. And I want to be around you, all the time sometimes. I want to know more about you and I want you to know more about me. So, if that’s what you mean, then… I also like you.”

Xiao glanced back up towards you and your eyes met. You felt slightly floaty all of a sudden, as if you’d gotten very, very drunk. Everything was too sudden, your emotions had changed too quickly. But through all your confusion you understood one thing. Xiao liked you, he liked you. He wasn’t going to reject you or push you away. The thought was enough to bring a smile to your face.

“So you really like me?” You asked. Though you knew the answer now you still wanted to hear it again. Just in case.

“Yes.” Xiao replied, a smile once more adorning his face. “I like you.”

And that was all you needed to hear.

#sorry again I'm just in so much pain right now #but I'm fine I just need to sleep or something #anyways #kaeya #xiao #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #scenarios #my writing

[prof-peach]

Hello professor!

I run a research and rehabilitation center for Ghost types, and I'm somewhat perplexed by a shiny phantump which has recently come into my care.

According to the ranger base that sent him my way he was rejected by his mother, likely due to his coloration, and found entirely alone. Rare in ghost types as they tend to form strong attachments, but sadly not unheard of. Now, introducing pokemon who have never known others of their own kind can be a nightmare (Gastly, for example, tend to mistake the smog released by others for food) but I've never had too much trouble with phantump.

Until this little guy, that is. He has adamantly refused to play with the other phantump, instead clinging to me like a baby komala and wanting to be carried everywhere. Not unusual for insecure phantump, but he seemed entirely unresponsive to my usual techniques for building confidence. After bribing him with some treats and getting my gengar to translate, he confessed to being extremely insecure about his appearance.

I'm unsure if this was brought on by overhearing the rangers theorizing about why he was abandoned, but he's acutely aware that he doesn't look like the other phantump. The little guy is, understandably, terrified of being rejected again, and his social anxiety is through the roof. I've since begin socializing him with some shuppet, and the calmest and most secure phantump in my grove on a one-on-one basis. My local pokemon center has alsi provided me with a mineral powder that I apply to his bark, which makes it look browner and also helps protect against fungal infections.

This has helped him come out of his shell a little, but he's still terribly insecure about his red leaves. I'm reaching out to you as I am, embarrassingly, not very familliar with grass types. I've been told that, as the forests they dwell in are so dark, they don't need to photosynthezise to remain healthy. Still, I'm definitely hesitant to let him simply cover up his leaves. Is there something that could be applied to them, like "hair dye" essentially, that would be safe for my little guy to use until I can build his confidence up to where he's comfortable with his natural splendor?

Alrighty! So this is suuuuper common, shiny Pokemon can feel quite alienated at times for their colourations and general demeanour. For this particular case I’d advise you do a couple things to settle their nerves, some easy, some perhaps a little more tricky.

So, let’s start easy, the foliage is red, this is not only common in some shiny Pokemon, but also in some variant Pokemon, AND actual plants. Where you are, you may have limited access naturally to plants that are red pigmented. Go to a garden centre or nursery, splash a bit of cash and get some seeds, plants, shrubs and trees that are red. Plant them in an adequate accessible area that the phantump can get to with ease. You can find photinia, Berberis, acers, ivy, heuchera, hibiscus, even hazels which will give you nuts for yourself and Pokemon to enjoy come autumn. The red pigment is common, and we find proving this, even in plant form to Pokemon who are also uncommonly red, makes them begin to see their colour as a more normal and acceptable thing. This space will also give them a safe zone where they feel capable of camouflage, and this will instil a sense of security in them, even if they don’t first notice it straight away. Ask the garden centre workers for help should you not know where to plant certain things, or what would suit your location specifically, but there’s a lot to be said about a good old fashioned google, should you feel a little lost about the needs these plants may need.

This red zone seems trivial perhaps, but we’ve studied the effects this has on Pokemon with the very same issue you’re dealing with, and when given the choice, they go and hang out in the red plants far more than the green ones, should they share the same pigments. It helps individuals feel safe, and shows them that red isn’t bad, it’s just different to green, but equally functional, beautiful and capable.

NOW here’s the harder job that will help them gain some serious confidence, but is sure fire with time and patience.

You need to find an organisation, breeder, wild group, or trainer who also has a Pokemon with red pigments. Shiny Pokemon are rare but variants are far easier to find, and you can find red colourations in many grass types, ranging from Bulbasaur through to Eldegoss, and everything in between. The only criteria necessary for this to work for the phantump, is that the helper Pokemon need to be ok with youngsters, ie non hostile, and confident in themselves. There is endless research, countless papers, and a million studies, all proving that putting a Pokemon who is typically different but nervous about that, with others who are different but confident, will boost the nervous pokemons confidence tenfold given time. Many grass specialists exist around the various regions, so get on the internet or ask at local Pokemon centres and the likes, see what you can find close by, and organise socialising sessions for the phantump to mix with these other red pigment Pokemon. This whole process will take anything up to a year or two, just continuous care, repetition, and mixing with social confident Pokemon like themselves.

I’ll say right now, this is harder with phantump, ghost Pokemon can be a little more nervous, sometimes skittish, so y’all just need some patience with them, it’s hard to feel like you’re different from those around you, so put yourself in their shoes and just take things one day at a time.

I will also offer our labs services should you struggle to find somewhere local, we can make room for the little fella should you have no other options, though it is best to keep them in a location they feel more comfortable with, at least at the start. They’d have a chance to meet not only a huge number of other Pokemon who are red pigmented, but also we have one other shiny phantump in our care who has no issue with his physical appearance thanks to exactly the methods I’ve suggested above. Once they’ve gained confidence we would return them to your care, with a far more robust outlook on life.

With this in mind, weigh out your options, and try to show them others like themselves, be them plant or Pokemon, who have a bit more confidence to pass on words of wisdom, support, and company. This issue can indeed be resolved, it just can be a little tricky if you’re new to this species temperament when they feel isolated or self conscious like yours does. Covering up who they are is a temporary fix, and will not install long term confidence in themselves, dyes for plant matter are a little dangerous when over used, and can damage leaves and healthy growth, we don’t advise it in grass types too much to avoid damaging their soft squishy parts.

Good luck and hopefully you can find more just like them, to show them that it’s ok to be red, it’s not unusual, or wrong, and plenty of things have that pigmentation.

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[hellotherekenobi]

───there’s a reason.

summary: you think you might have feelings for your master, but you can’t be sure unless you do something about it, which happens to be having a long conversation with him.

cw: padawan!reader, master kenobi. i can neither confirm nor deny whether feelings are reciprocated (or understood.)

requested by: @the-devils-littlegirl

ONESHOT. ⟶ 2,145 WORDS.

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Having a close connection with your master came in handy, helping you out on more than the one occasion when you’d be on the ropes in a tight mission, but feeling close to your master was more tricky than any mission you have ever been on. It was forbidden and, quite frankly, dangerous. You couldn’t even imagine being caught out for it, or even worse being called out. Imagine that, getting fired from the Jedi because of how you feel for someone. No, it was better to not give in and to not say a word. Maybe the feeling will fade away in time? Or just maybe, you’ll start to lose your mind from keeping it all bottled up.

“So there’s this guy,” you say casually to someone you randomly met at Rex’s diner. “I really like him. He’s always there to protect me, you know? But it’s complicated.”

“What’s more complicated than having a crush on someone and not telling them?” they ask, sipping from their coffee. They looked groggy, like they had just woken up or were trying to recover from a hangover.

“Age, duty, the fact that he probably doesn’t even like me beyond our partnership.”

“Who cares about duty? I’ve always gone with my gut about these things and I’ve been just fine. Look—” they hold their hand up to show you a wedding band on their finger—“Eight years.”

“That’s a long time, good for you both.”

“Ah hell, we’ve been divorced more times than I can count, but we always find our way back to each other. It’s the love that matters.”

Suddenly you feel as if you shouldn’t be getting relationship advice from a total stranger, but before you can make a move to get off of your chair, a hand plants down on your shoulder and you don’t even have to turn around to know that it’s your master.

“I’ve got what we came here for. You ready to leave?” He asks, smiling politely at the person sitting beside you.

They suddenly look very awake, their eyes wide before they cough out, “You’re a Jedi?”

“Padawan.” You correct, almost wincing at saying it out loud.

“But I doubt you have much more training left.” Obi-Wan smiles.

When he turns his head to wave at Rex behind the counter, the person points at him and mouths, “he’s the guy?” to you, causing you to awkwardly shrug your shoulders and whisper, “yes?”

They groan, “Good luck.”

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan says, turning back into the conversation. He thinks they were speaking to him. “We should get going.”

You nod your head, slipping off of the chair and following Obi-Wan out of the diner and back to the speeder parked around the corner. As soon as you hop into the passenger’s side, Obi-Wan lets out a sigh mixed with a groan that you know all too well by now.

“I know that grumble,” you almost chuckle. “What’s wrong?”

Obi-Wan sighs as he settles himself into the driver’s seat. “The information I got wasn’t exactly the information I was hoping for. Looks like we’re headed out to a no-fly zone.”

“No,” you groan. “You don’t mean we have to do this all on foot, do you?”

“My young padawan, our missions are never easy.” he starts the engine up, passing you a small device. “This is the map. Do make sure to tell me which turn to take in advance.”

“That was one time, master.”

He chuckles, turning out into the traffic and flying as far as he can with your aid, before having to park between a thicket of bushes in what looks to be the middle of nowhere. You hop out one at a time, glancing over the area, hands on hips, eyes squinting, as you stand in a thick mist that about covers the sun, yet the brightness still breaks its way through.

By the time Obi-Wan and yourself are settled in the corner of a cave, after the wind suddenly picked up and almost blew you both off course, the sun is starting to set. You knew not a lot was going to happen on this mission in the first place—it was a study mission, or as you like to call it a lurk mission, as all you have to do is keep hidden, keep watch, and report back to the Council with your findings. You had hoped for something more comfortable, like a bed, or at least a room, but it will have to make due, especially because if you were going to be sitting in the middle of nowhere alone with anyone, you’re happy for it to be Obi-Wan.

He takes the first watch, then you take the one after him. You liked the silence, though it wasn’t really quiet with the wind. It was more so the silence of your master’s mind, as opposed to your own. When he was asleep, you didn’t have to put up a wall so high as to when he’s awake. You’ve trained under him for some years now and have learnt much, and have also used what you’ve learnt to keep Obi-Wan from the truth. Honestly, how embarrassing is it that out of all the people in the galaxy you could ever form a crush on, it was your master?

You don’t ever plan on telling him. You just hope it will pass with time. Unlike some other padawans you know, or even some Jedi (shh, don’t tell anyone), where all they want is for their crush to like them back, you just want this feeling to go away. You know it’s wrong, you know it can get you in trouble, and above all, you know the consequences if anything followed through. But, when you think of that in itself, you shudder. That’s new.

“Any updates?” Obi-Wan mutters, turning onto his back.

Thank heavens your lightsaber was not in your hand otherwise the sound of his voice would have startled you so much that you would have tried to slash him down. Your fight instincts always kick in first and more aggressively than you flight instincts.

“Oh no,” he chuckles. “I hadn’t meant to scare you.”

“Surprised,” you retort, pointing a finger at him and then twirling said finger around your padawan braid. “I was only surprised.”

He says nothing in reply, doesn’t make a sound. He simply stares at you, furrows his brows a bit, and then leans up on his elbow. “What’s the matter?”

“What do you mean? I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You’re twirling your braid. Something’s on your mind.”

Damn it. Sometimes you forget how well he knows you.

He sits up, hissing a little bit from the ache in his back from lying on a hard surface. “Talk to me.”

Should you actually tell him? No, of course not. Hadn’t you only just reasoned with yourself how you would never tell Obi-Wan the truth? You’re keeping your mouth shut.

“I’m just a bit confused,” why the kriff are you talking?

“That’s only normal. We’d hardly be human without questioning some things.” He’s ever the supportive master. “What are you confused about? Perhaps I can help.”

Well, you don’t exactly want him to help. Goodness, the last thing you need right now is to be stuck in the middle of nowhere after confessing your feelings and have them rejected.

“Attachment.” It’s the only word you speak, just letting it sit in the air long enough for it to sink in with your master who, once you look over at him, looks like a Bantha caught in speeder lights.

“What about it...?”

Good. He’s unsure. He doesn’t have a clue where you could be going with this and that’s exactly how you want to keep it. You want to be able to twist your words if need be, without him already being two steps ahead of you like he always is.

“I understand why we as Jedi don’t explore that, and I have no intention of furthering my interest, but... aren’t we, like you say, only human for questioning such things?”

Maker, you’ve got him in a tight spot, don’t you? You’ve seen your master face armies of troops, even Sith Lords, but nothing has made him paler in the face than what you just said. It’s almost hilarious, but you happen to have enough sense in you not to laugh at him.

“Well,” he clears his throat, sitting up. “I can’t argue with that.” Himself. He means he can't argue with himself. “How long have you thought this?”

“A fair while.”

“I see. I must commend you on your curiosity, my young padawan.”

There it is again, the shudder. This time, with Obi-Wan awake, he notices it. His furrowed brows could almost snap in half at this rate. You better let the poor man breathe.

“It’s alright. Don't worry about it, master. Staying up this late just has me in my thoughts and I got carried away. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t worry if you didn’t just tell me not to. Twice.”

Alright. Can he just give you some space? How come he always knows what you’re thinking or feeling before you even know? How come he always runs ahead of you, even though you were in front literally moments before?

“You’re unbelievable.” you shake your head, lifting your knees up to wrap your arms around them.

He smiles. “Simply doing my part.”

“Would be nice if you didn’t do it so well.”

That earns a chuckle from him. It makes the air around you two just that more breathable, just that more lighter. It doesn’t feel as heavy now.

“You don’t have to tell me.” Obi-Wan speaks, leaning over to pat your leg comfortingly.

Good. You won’t tell. You won’t ever tell.

“I think I have feelings for someone.”

What happened to the original plot of the movie!?

“Feelings?” Obi-Wan asks. He wants you to say it.

“A crush.”

You know you’re screwed the second he starts playing with his beard. Did you go a little too far? Is this too much to handle, even for the renowned Jedi Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi? You’re not even anxious about what he might say, or how he might feel, you just want this to be over.

“Why do you think it’s a crush?” he finally says, yet doesn’t spare a glance in your direction.

“Why?” you ask, a bit confused. “Because... I think about them a lot, about what they’ve done for me, about who they are. I think about how safe I feel with them—how I like being by their side.”

Obi-Wan lets your answer settle in. He waits, in case you have anything further to add. Then, finally, he looks at you.

“A crush.”

Is that all he has to say? You know you didn’t exactly let all the chips fall, but you did just open up to him. A crush. Yes. You have a crush. On him. The fact that the one time you want him to be two steps ahead of you and yet he’s two steps behind is about to send you over the edge if you’re not careful, or if he’s not careful. A crush. Yes! You have a—

“Oh.”

It’s only now, after getting carried away in your head, that you realize Obi-Wan wasn’t stating a fact, he was posing a question. He asked you if you have a crush.

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan confirms, and you just sit there in silence.

With how long you let it sink in, completely quiet, not even moving a muscle, you could convince yourself, and maybe your master too, that you’ve turned to stone. Wasn’t that a turn of events? But even so, what a relief. You let a breath out just as Obi-Wan leans over to tap his finger against your arm. Tap, tap, tap. He’s chipping away the stone. He always knows.

You run your hands down your face, burying yourself in them for a moment and then groaning out, “Thank, maker.”

Obi-Wan begins to laugh, nudging you with his elbow that almost topples you onto your side because you weren’t ready for it. You don’t have a crush! Yes, you like Obi-Wan. Yes, you’re attached to Obi-Wan. But it’s not love you feel, it’s admiration. Being a padawan and a person who’s never felt anything outside what you’ve been taught (or, really, shielded against), it makes sense that you blurred the line between the two. What. A. Relief.

“That was a close one.” you laugh alongside your master, making him shake his head. “I can’t believe I almost thought that I had a crush on you.”

Silence. The laughter stops, the wind kicks up, and you’re about to reach for your lightsaber to run yourself through.

Obi-Wan coughs. “You never told me who it was.”

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[votederpycausemufins]

I said I had another chapter ready. so It's time to post that.

tagging @helleborusangel because they like my writing and @hermitcraftheadcanons since they and their community made the au.

now... with that out of the way, let's recap evo... wait shoot i mean hermitcraft.

“Pixlriffs! Turn on the tv!” Came a voice that followed a door being slammed open.

Pixlriffs turned around in confusion to see Zloy having barged in, panting with his goggles askew. “Zloy? What’s going on?”

“Just turn on the recap channel! Hurry!”

Even more confused, Pixl slowly turned to his tv and turned it on, switching to the channel that showed their recap show. “I thought you didn’t like watching our own shows. It’s not even a regular recap, it’s just going to be a clip show from the livestream. Why are you so-” But he cut himself off. Showing on screen was a countdown to the season eight day one recap. “What? But it hasn’t started. We haven’t recorded anything.”

“I know! I was with a friend and they turned it on and said they didn’t think it had started yet. When I saw the countdown, I ran all the way over here.”

“Do you think they just had a scheduling mistake? We might need to call the broadcasters and have them fix things up.” Pixl suggested, and Zloy shrugged.

“Let’s just make sure that’s the case and see which episode they’re actually showing. For all we know they mixed things up and this is just the season seven, day one.”

“I hope that’s the case.”

The two recapers watched the timer go down. Elsewhere, people were also turned into the episode. Some were pleasantly surprised by the supposed new episode. Others were confused thinking the schedule was wrong. Those who knew the hermits were confused, not having heard the new season was starting yet.

Then finally, the timer reached zero, and a familiar jingle started. And then a voice that was definitely not Pixlriffs spoke the phrase “This week, on Hermitcraft.”

“Wait, what am I doing in the nether? I just joined the world.”

Zloy and Pixl looked at each other at something they had never heard Keralis say. This was a new episode, but one they hadn’t made.

“A new adventure starts in season eight, new places and mobs to explore and see. And also Grumbot and Jrumbot are Hermits now. Welcome to the Hermitcraft recap! The show where no one is where they should be. My name is Toon Noah.”

“I’m Mysterious Goofball, and our writer is Pin Valentine. Today, we’re looking at everyone’s first day on the new season of Hermitcraft.”

The first person, Noah, spoke up again. “In this season, the hermits managed to update all the way to the second half of the caves and cliffs update even though that isn’t possible.” He explained what was going on in this season. “Everyone is scattered across the map and even in other dimensions. Monsters are tough, regen is off, and using chat is out of the question, so surviving is going to be tough.”

“At the very least, they can still respawn, so certain people have chances to escape. Escape what that is? Well, let’s look at what the Hermits have been up to.” Goofball said, sounding so nonchalant about what they were about to talk about.

“Starting with Xisuma, who’s started out in the deep dark. The admin’s helmet has been disabled other than necessary functions. His visor also gives him a little bit of light, so he’s not completely blind. Plus the fact that sculks are bioluminescent. But the warden is too, which has been able to find him a number of times.”

“Also in the caves in Jevin,-” Goofball spoke up again. “-who’s found himself in some lush caves. He’s got glowberries for light and food and the axolotls are pretty friendly. Plus, with enough searching, he was able to find a bit of wood for simple tools.”

“Speaking of wood. Some of the hermits have found themselves in the jungle.” Noah quickly commented before some audio from one of the hermits played along with its clip.

“Helloooo? Anyone around? Impulse? Tango? Hey is that Grian? Nope, just a parrot. Ugh, and here I am without any seeds.”

Goofball spoke up again when the audio finished. “Both Zedaph and Tango are in the same jungle, but the size of the biome as well as the amount of foliage means they haven’t found each other yet. Tango at the very least has started mining, and Zedaph managed to find a jungle temple and has already started on using the redstone from there for a melon farm.”

“How do you even make a farm out of that?”

“It’s Zedaph, what do you expect?”

“Well, as for the last of team ZIT, Impulse had found himself in the middle of a sea temple.” Noah spoke, as the video showed Impulse dealing with being underwater in such a place. “Between drowning and guardians, he hasn’t gotten that far away from his spawn.”

“In other aquatic news-” Goofball said, another clip from the hermits playing.

“If I never see coral again, it’ll be too- wait, is that False? False!”

“-Stress and False are also nearby to each other, both spawning in coral reefs. False was the first to escape, needing to just swim out of her spawn.”

“On the other hand, Stress was completely encased in coral and had to slowly chip herself out of the colorful prison. But by the evening, Stress was able to get to the surface and join False and an island, chopping down trees. They even started a wheat farm. But here’s hoping they don’t have to deal with drowned.”

“While she isn’t a drowned,” Goofball continued from Noah’s comment. “Zombie Cleo started out in a village. Normally, that would be pretty good, but being a zombie…”

“Leave me alone! I’m not going ta kill any villagers! I’m a zombie but I’m not that kind of zombie!”

“She’s been having an issue with the resident iron golem. With a bit of luck, she managed to hole herself up in a house which the golem isn’t going to destroy, but the villagers aren’t the happiest about it.”

Then Noah took over speaking. “From villagers to illagers, Mumbo Jumbo found himself alone in a woodland mansion, making himself the furthest hermit in the overworld.”

“Come on. Almost. Almost!” The video showed Mumbo running before he was killed by a vindicator. “Oh come on!”

After that, Noah continued. “He’s tried and failed many times to try and get out of the mansion, but eventually just started breaking the walls for tools.”

“The illagers aren’t really happy about it, but not like he’ll be going far, so I don’t think he’ll easily lose those tools.”

“Well at least he’s got supplies.” The video transitioned to a mountain top with three figures standing at the peak. “Grian, as well as new hermits Grum and Jrum are currently stuck on the top of a mountain, surrounded by powder snow. It’s pretty lucky that the three of them stuck together.”

“I’m not so sure of that.” Goofball spoke up, sounding a bit frustrated or annoyed. “While Grian tried to fly down for supplies to little success, other than fall damage, he hasn’t managed to die, using some sort of magic.”

“But it looks like the fall damage came in handy for Doc, who’s further down the mountain. He’s having a bit of trouble surrounded by goats, plenty of them being the screaming variety.”

Goofball spoke again, no longer sounding as annoyed. “Yeah, but while hanging out with them, he heard a different kind of scream and did something pretty smart.”

“Wait, what was- is someone close by? It sounded like someone just- wait! The death messages!” He pulled out his communicator and read the messages. “Grian died to fall damage! Grian’s up there!”

“I guess he is the scientist of the group.” Noah spoke, the grin he had on his face audible in his voice. “It makes sense he would be the one to figure things out. But even then, he still can’t easily get down the mountain himself with all the goats messing him up. My guess is he’s really regretting being the goat father last season.”

“Doc isn’t the only one getting familiar with the new wildlife though. Hypno has found himself in a large flower forest that has plenty of mooblooms. He hasn’t been able to kill any of them yet, and there’s only flowers and no grass for him to get seeds from, so while the place seems like it should be easy to survive in, it’s really the opposite.”

“The best idea he’s had so far is following some bees to find their nest and hopefully a tree attached to it. If only he knew he was actually really close to spawn, being the closest to it.”

Goofball took control of the conversation again “Well, that’s not entirely true as three hermits managed to appear at spawn, those three being Joe Hills, VintageBeef, and Etho.” And the three hermits were shown in what looked much more normal than everything else that had been shown so far. “The three of them pretty quickly figured out something was wrong and started to make spawn a safe place, also gathering supplies so they can eventually find the other hermits.”

“Except Etho got a bit ahead of himself.” Noah cut in. “He had a bad run in with some mobs and ended up dying, finding out his respawn is a bit different than others. But at the very least, he managed to find Ren.”

“Ren spawned on a cliff of a ravine. There’s no water at the bottom, and all the blocks in reach are stone, so it’s not the easiest to escape from. Still, with little else to do, Ren started slowly chipping away at the stone to escape the ravine, only to fall when Etho surprised him by suddenly respawning there.”

“Okay, I got through two more pieces of stone. At this rate, I can probably get to dirt before the sun is setting so- Etho- ooooooh!”

“At the very least Ren is respawning just fine,” Noah explained “So the two of them were able to help Ren escape the ravine, so he’s the third person to escape his spawn area.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” Goofball started to correct. “Before Etho helped Ren and even before Stress escaped her coral prison, Cub actually escaped the mesa mineshaft he spawned in. It was a little tricky with the cave spiders spawning, but he lucked out with the loot of a chest and was able to get a crafting table and pickaxe out of it.” Cub had found some iron, torches, a few seeds, some bread, and then used the wood of the mineshaft to get him on his feet in terms of survival. “With a few respawns, he took out the spiders and their spawner. He’s able to move around freely, but not wanting to respawn again, his hearts are a bit low, so he’s staying near the mineshaft for shelter.”

“Then, sort of nearby the mesa of course, is the desert, where the last two overworld hermits are.” Noah said, and there was the slightest ruffle of papers, like he was checking a script. “Both XB and Iskall are stuck in the same large desert, trying to find some source of food, water and wood. So far, the best they’ve found are the sticks from dead bushes. Out of the two, XB is doing a bit better since he’s found a cave for some sort of shelter, but Iskall’s much worse off,the sand messing with his one eye.”

“Between the heat, the sand, and my eye, I can’t even tell what’s real anymore. That cactus could be a tree or a town or- nope! It’s actually a creeper!”

And then Noah continued with a transition. “Getting even hotter now, let’s look at the nether. There’s only two hermits there right now, with different struggles to deal with.”

“Keralis is the first and lucked out a bit, landing himself in a warped forest right near a basalt delta, meaning he’s got up to stone tools. Plus, since nether gold ore can be mined with wood tools or better, he’s also got some gold boots to help with any piglins.”

“On the other hand, Welsknight is in a much worse situation. He spawned in a crimson forest and is having plenty of trouble with the hoglins.” And that was emphasized by a clip of Wels being killed by one of the mobs. “He hasn’t gotten too much wood before dying, but at the very least, he secured his spawn just enough he has some room to breathe. And hey, if he makes it out of there, he’s got a fortress nearby. But now to end this off, let’s head to the end.”

“TinfoilChef, or TFC is on the main end island, spawning on an obsidian platform just a few blocks from the edge of the island.” Goofball spoke. “It’s close enough for him to jump, but he still takes fall damage and has to deal with the ender dragon after that.”

“Not to mention the endermen too, which Scar is also having trouble with. He’s stuck on a smallish end island out in the further reaches of the end. There’s an end city nearby, but he doesn’t really have the means to get there. At the very least he’s got food from the chorus plants, but that won’t help too terribly much.”

“And lastly, there’s BdoubleO, who we’ve- who’s been lucky to not die so far being in a special situation.” Though they hadn’t been saying much, both Pixlriffs and Zloy noticed the slight slip up Goofball gave. “He’s currently looping in the end void, teleporting up to the top when he finally gets too low. There’s nothing in sight for him to know that though, so he thinks he’s just falling deeper and deeper. But hopefully he’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Well, that’s everyone, so that pretty much does it for this episode of Ev- Hermitcraft Recap. I was Toon Noah-”

“And I was Mysterious Goofball and our writer was Pin Valentine. If you’d like to see original content made by us, you can find us if you already know where to look.”

“Don’t forget to give this show a good rating and tune in next week for the next episode of Hermitcraft Recap. Thank you all so much for watching and good-Bye~!”

Finally, the screen turned black, signalling the end of the episode. The whole time, Pixl and Zloy had just sat there in shock, watching the episode and not saying anything. The thought of their show being taken over by some new people was scary enough, but the situations the Hermits were now in was so much worse.

Zloy was the first to move, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He had felt it going off during the episode, but had been too stunned to do anything. Apparently, he had missed multiple calls and texts about what had happened with the episode, who had been put in charge, what was with the hermits, and more related to the whole situation.

“We need to see someone about this.” Pixlriffs said, in a similar situation with looking at his phone. “Make sure people know we have no connection to this and hopefully also see if the studio knows who recorded this. I would also like to say that this is all fake, but…”

“Yeah, that footage looked way too real. I think the Hermits are actually in a lot of trouble right now.”

“Then let’s do something about it.”

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Would you please give me headcanons about how shigadabi caught feeling for each other? Loosely sticking to canon if you can🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

That "loosely sticking to canon" is a little tricky for me. Why? Because in the canon I see them as two guys that find comfort in knowing that someone understands them and they are free to do as they please because the other won't stop them.

This is gonna be a long one and I apologize for it, but I love them so much. I can't help it.

Still, here are my headcanons 😈:

In the beginning, Dabi is never around and when he is, he's being mean and annoying in the background. Shigaraki doesn't tolerate him, but he respects him. Since they met, Shigaraki knew that boy wouldn't stop to achive what he wanted, just like himself.

There was a moment between them, the seed of something. Before the summer camp attack, Shigaraki called Dabi apart so he could set the nomu to respond to his voice and his voice only. You can imagine Shigaraki walking up to him, telling him to follow and Dabi being a piece of trash about it.

Shigaraki them tells him why he's needed out loud and turns around, already walking. The rest of the League complains or comments in the background but Dabi leaves them without a word. He's too busy thinking Tomura must be really stupid to trust him when he barely knows him. Or well he could— He could be smart enough to see through him?

With the years, Dabi has learned to be careful of those guys. He doesn't trust people, no exceptions. He prefers to think Tomura is an idiot.

Being honest, that was the minute Dabi decided he would try to read Tomura. He was he new boss, Dabi was only only being careful. Nothing more.

Let's keep the imaging.

Tomura sits and he unceremoniously calls the nomu, gives him some commands and tells Dabi to use his voice to give him the same commands. They do it a couple of times until Shigaraki is satisfied and Dabi is free to go.

For someone else watching, it was cold and professional. For them, it was kinda weird. There was a little tension than neither of them was acknowledging and there was a quietness, a silence Tomura was used to. It was weird because it felt like they were alone, because they were used to being alone, but somehow they were being alone together— with the freaking nomu. It felt like visiting the vet. Dabi didn't like it.

Time goes by. Things happen.

They have a silent agreement that marks Dabi as one of Shigaraki's commander. He's a special one tho, because apparently he can do whatever the he he wants. He says he's gonna recruit? Tomura approves it with a simple nod and that's it.

Since we have only seen Twice's apartment, I'm assuming here that the rest of the League lived in the bar with Kurogiri and Tomura. Which makes sense because they wouldn't have anywhere else to go.

The only times Shigaraki and Dabi are together is when Dabi occasionally return to their base for whatever reasons. It is loud and crowded so they don't get the chance to interact that much. What they can do is observe the other.

None of them is ashamed of doing it. They stare and stare back. The League plays it off because that's probably two idiots trying to assert dominance or some shit.

It's stupid and they only find out about useless things. What they like to drink, how they walk or react to certain things, what throws them off, what makes them happy... Things you'd know about your classmate.

Their interactions change after what happened in Kamino and the night Magne died.

Dabi was taken by surprise when he saw Tomura walking in. He was calm, collected, even more honest than usual. When he took the hand off his face, the whole room held their breath.

His features were delicate, even beneath all the scars and dry skin. He's eyes were gentle, which was scarier than his maniac look. They held blood and the promise of danger, but not to them. Dabi brushed it off later.

Dabi keeps being his sarcastic self. Shigaraki doesn't react that much. Their barriers are tight closed as ever. Except when...

Well, those nights. The ones they don't talk about. The ones when Dabi is drunk and Tomura is way too sleep deprived and they find themselves insulting the other in hushes. They're normally out of the League's hearing range, alone in some abandoned part of their actual base.

Catching feelings for the other is a good expression. It's like they're catching a cold or something viral by accident. You just have to be in the wrong place at the right time to get yourself infected.

Their minds are blurry and their hearts are feeling raw the first time they interact like that. It's like Dabi is nothing but a young man trying to find his way back home from some bar because he was done with his working week. Or maybe Tomura is a tired student who's been dealing with a lot of stress and it's feeling bare and naked with his hair floating around with the wind.

They look at each other like they always do. Like trying to solve a mystery. Like trying to put together a puzzle. Like trying to decipher a code you shouldn't be worried about, but it distracts you from the world so why not.

Tomura is the one who notices Dabi is bleeding. He points it out. Dabi shrugs and then Tomura just shakes his head and starts walking, Dabi following him, recognizing that face from being a silent command.

For the rest of the night, Dabi teaches Shigaraki how to fix his staples and Shigaraki does so, taking the hand away from his face for better care.

They wonder about the other. How can Tomura know so much about fighting when it looked like he always lived alone? Why was Dabi drinking something stronger than usual? Where his scars always there? Had he patched someone else before? Was Dabi used to other people patching him?

They go to sleep. When they wake up, the only think in their heads is this can't happen again. They got distracted. Distraction means getting softer. That's a no no for them.

Except it happens again. And again. Until it starts happening when they're sober and they know they're screwed. They shouldn't be feeling safe enough with each other to don't feel the need to say something. They shouldn't be on the non-verbal stage. They shouldn't be taking turns what the other sleep to keep guard. Shigaraki shouldn't know where Dabi is most of the time, in case he wants to go and visit him in secret. The League doesn't know where they go most of the time, anyway.

If you're looking for a phrase to prove they have caught feelings for the other, you have no luck. They don't trust words, because most words are lies. But they can't lie when they look into each other's eyes

And against all odds, it changes nothing. No one suspects a thing, no one can sees them. Of course, what is there to see? Nothing at all. Just a king and his commander. Or maybe, just two guys sharing what's not there.

Because there's nothing there. If Dabi craves Tomura's fingers on his back, it's only because he's hurt again. If Tomura longs for waking up to the sound of Dabi's smoking by the window, it's because that means he doesn't have to sleep for a least a while now.

Dabi looks at Tomura across the room and thinks It's like catching a cold. It's gonna go away. A cold won't distract him from his revenge. When the time comes, he won't think about Tomura. And he's right. It's just a cold. Tomura is happy is just a cold too.

Ah, there's a problem, one we know but they forgot. It is too easy to catch a cold. They come back with the season, when we're vulnerable and cold. And if you catch enough colds and you don't cure them properly, it can become something worst. More permanent. More deadly.

For what they want, I hope they're being careful. Sure, they're fine right now, healthy, they talk and laugh and plan and murder. Do they sleep well at night? When they're hearts are freezing and they are too drunk or too sleep deprived, do they still go to each other? When their brains won't stop working, would the miss those nights? Would they wonder? Would they wish? We see only the surface, but beyond their walls...

Are they badly sick? Oh. Are they... Maybe.... No, of course not, but... When no one sees them, when no one talks, when they don't have to be something else, when they can just exists... When the remember their voices echoing in that room, that time, first time alone, just a nomu and their stares...

And sometimes, they'd look into each other's eyes just to make sure they still know how to do it. And they go crazy, becuase they must be doing somethinf wrong.

It is not an I won't see you die under my watch, so don't die until I'm back and it is not an I'll be taking care of myself too, so don't complain and it is not an prove it, come back safe and sound, come back to me.

That's not what they say. That's not what it means.

And still.

Red eyes.

Blue eyes.

And silence.

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stuck with u-- calum hood oneshot

a/n: hii! so this came outta left field but I went with it. based off of ariana grande’s song with justin bieber. very loosely edited, but yeah, I hope you like it :)

word count: 4,111

warnings: mentions of quarantine, a break up, sweet moments, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, spitting, unprotected sex, funny sexual moments

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Feedback is always welcome and enjoy! :)

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She came over to return his box of things, giving herself a pep talk before she did. It’s a few days before their new album releases and two weeks before touring begins. They always had an expiration date, this she knew, but she hadn’t put into consideration how badly it would sting.

Like any normal couple, they had their ups and downs with minor arguments here and there, but their stubbornness was the same. Neither one of them wanting to give in first left them each brooding in their separate corners until the bell struck for another round of heated words then they’d stalk off to their respective corners again.

It was a cycle that kept cycling until her eyes filled with tears or the steam finally sizzled out from them both. In exchange of heated words were the remaining apologies, words of kindness, and a conclusion to whatever their fight had been about.

She’s at a stoplight, Halsey’s magical voice surrounds her in her car, and she glances to the box in the passenger seat. A small notebook lays on top that holds small poems or songs he wrote for her, about her. It was given to her on her birthday, but she couldn’t keep it now, not when their time is up. Next to the notebook is his green Empathy hoodie she stole awhile ago and on top of that is a small stuffed bear he won at a fair.

A car horn pulls her from her reverie, and she continues the familiar roads to his house. After dropping off his things and getting hers back from him, she was heading back home to spend time with her family so the back part of her car was full of duffel bags and her pillows.

She stares at his house, suddenly it seems so daunting as memories swim in her head. Countless nights of wandering through the front door after a night out or at Michael and Crystal’s for a small party. Mornings of coffee and breakfast created by him filled with whipped cream and syrupy kisses. Her eyes sting with tears and she shakes her head quickly. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry another tear over him.

She checks her phone to see a comforting message from Crystal of good luck and a safe drive home with many heart emojis.

“You can do this; you can do this. In and out and he’s behind you,” she mutters to herself then grabs his box of belongings.

Before she can ring the doorbell, he opens it and Duke is barking at his feet, jumping up on the glass trying to get to her, his fluffy tail wagging joyously at her return. Her heart falls, she’s going to miss Duke a lot. Calum opens the door.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice gruff and scratchy. She hopes he’s not starting to get sick; he needs to rest—

She stops herself short, it’s not her concern anymore.

“Hi,” she says quietly and enters the house. Her shoulder brushes his chest, they both tense and his aftershave invades her nose. The smell of him and him alone brings back more memories of cuddling by the fire, snuggling on the couch, walking up behind him while he’s making dinner and burying her face between his shoulder blades.

Duke continues to vie for her attention as she moves into the kitchen. The news is on with the volume down low, numbers and the word ‘China lockdown’ traveling across the bottom of the screen. She sets the box down on the counter with a thump then squats to her knees to give Duke a proper hello and goodbye.

“I’ll um, go get your stuff. Help yourself to something to drink.”

“I’m gonna miss your cuddles, Dukey,” she whispers to the old dog and kisses his nose. He licks her chin in return.

She stands and waits, not even bothering to get a drink because she doesn’t plan to stay long. Why does he want to prolong their goodbye? She leans against the counter waiting for Calum’s return and she realizes she’s in the same spot from months ago where she tried to prepare him dinner for once.

He was being exceptionally affectionate, lifting her arm so he could press his lips to her wrist then slowly down to her elbow—

“I think I have everything,” his voice startles her from the good memory. “I made sure you didn’t leave any of your books behind.”

“Thanks,” she gives him a grim smile taking the box from his hands. Their fingers brush, his heat always made her forever cold fingers warm. A shock ran through her fingertips.

The pair stare into their boxes respectively, shuffling through memories of their relationship.

“This isn’t mine,” Calum holds up the small notebook of songs and poems. “I gave this to you as a gift, Y/N.”

She stares at the book of words in his hand, words of love and light reserved for her only.

“I can’t keep it, Cal,” she whispers, eyes pooling with tears. She tries to blink them away and on instinct Calum moves forward. She backs up into the corner of the counter. “No, don’t. Please.”

“Y/N…”

“It’s hard enough, Cal, all right? I know our time was limited,” she crosses her arms over her chest, “but I’m still hurting and I’m probably going to hurt for a while longer.”

“You think I’m not hurting, too? This was—is the hardest breakup. I’m hurting, Y/N, I am.”

She risks a glance up at him to see the wounded look in his eyes. Calum shifts forward, his hands cradling her face gently in his palms, his forehead pressed to hers. She dares not to move, because once she touches him then it’s all over. There’s no way she could recover from that.

“Look at me,” his lips kiss her forehead, another stab at her heart. She shakes her head. “Baby—”

The news anchor’s voice interrupts their moment declaring the state of California has issued a lockdown effective immediately. No one is to leave their homes for any reason, no going to other houses, no contact with anyone. The world shut down and now they’re stuck together.

**

It’s awkward at first, moving her things from her car into his house. She decided to stay in the guest bedroom, no matter how badly she wanted to crawl into his bed and never leave. He was on the phone with the guys and management discussing what this means for their album release and tour well late into the night while she contacted her family.

She could do two weeks with her ex, nothing tricky about that, right?

She was wrong. The first week was rough, they bounced around each other like meteorites trying not to collide. When he’d walk around the house shirtless she had to force herself not to stare. More memories and the ache to run her fingers over his tattoos was too strong. They ate in separate rooms and tried to remain separate as much as possible.

She watched the live he did with the band for their album release, listening along with them and crying at songs she knew Calum wrote. Small nods to their relationship tugged at her heart.

The second week things were looking up because she would be leaving soon. The smell of him would linger on all of her clothes a lot longer now, but she needed to get out. She needed to get over him and that’s hard to do when you’re stuck under the same roof.

Plans had changed yet again, and she’d be with him a lot longer. Tour has been cancelled and in the process of being rescheduled as much as it can be. Calum has been stressed; she feels it radiating off him one morning while he’s sat at the kitchen table. His coffee cup is still full, his shoulders hunched to his neck from stress.

Without thinking, she moves behind him and rubs at his shoulders. He jumps at her touch but then relaxes into her touch, letting her remove the stress that she can from his muscles.

“D’you want to talk about it?” she asks softly.

“Not really,” he shakes his head then sighs. “There is something I’d like to talk about though…”

“Yeah?” her thumbs rub up his neck into his hairline, his blond hairline that he re-dyed for the wildflower music video that never got filmed.

“Can we talk about us?” he asks. Her hands still their motions in his hair.

“What about us?”

He spins around, her hands falling from his warm skin. He takes her hand in his, fingers linked together like so many times before, his brown eyes captivating her. He swallows harshly.

“We’ve got all this time on our hands, might as well cancel all our plans we had and spend it together,” he says.

“Even if it’s just you and me?” she strokes his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

“I can’t fight it anymore,” he shakes his head. “I thought it was hard before but it’s even harder now with you here. I don’t want to let you go.”

“So…what does this mean exactly?”

“It’s just you and me,” he rises to his feet taking her other hand in his. “It means whatever we want it to.”

“Let’s have a date night, a new start,” she offers.

“That sounds good,” he smiles.

At around six o’clock, they meet in the kitchen wearing comfy clothes. Something they both agreed on to make the night even easier and more comfortable. She had on one of his shirts with shorts and socks that went up to her knees. He had on basketball shorts and a blue t-shirt; he remembers how she likes him in blue.

They were making dinner together, homemade pasta with sauce to match. A bottle of wine was opened, and their glasses were filled with the sweet nectar.

“Remember when we got poured out at the festival with Mike and Crys?” she laughs while stirring the sauce.

“We were so muddy,” he joins in her laughter. “Your hair was sopping but you looked adorable all muddy.”

“You wouldn’t join me in the puddle,” she nudges him.

“Because I didn’t want to get sick and guess who was in bed for four days with a cold?”

“Yeah but you took care of me,” she grins.

Calum takes her hand that doesn’t have the spoon in her hand and lifts it to his lips. With his eyes trained on hers, he kisses her fingers, kisses the center of her palm, then her wrist.

“I’d do it again, you know,” he murmurs on her skin. Goosebumps rise on her neck and all the way down her body. “Take care of you.”

Their eyes lock and the mood changes, the sauce bubbles as they lean in closer, closer, and closer still until—

The timer on the oven buzzes signifying it’s ready for the garlic bread. Calum sighs, gives her wrist one more kiss then returns to his task at hand. She’s left flustered and warm while she stirs the sauce then adds the noodles into the boiling water.

During dinner they had another glass of wine and joked about more memories together, dreams they wanted to do with one another. Unlike the first week she was there, their chairs were pushed as close as they could be at the table. Their plates were empty, and his arm was on the back of her chair.

“We should just rent a small camper and travel along the coast,” he says rubbing her neck with his thumb.

“Maybe we can afterwards,” she chuckles wiping off pasta sauce from his cheek. “When we can leave the house again.”

“Good point. So, since this is a first date, now it’s time to dance.”

She quirks an eyebrow up. “Dance? I’m in a t-shirt and knee-high socks.”

“Perfect dancing outfit come on. Up you get, little lady,” he tickles her neck as he rises from his chair. She giggles at his touch then is pulled from her own chair by his hand.

“There isn’t any music,” she laughs falling into his chest.

“Oh shit, hang on. Hey Alexa, play the Y/N playlist,” he says.

“Playing Y/N playlist on Spotify,” Alexa responds, and Ariana’s voice fills the house.

“You have a playlist for me?”

“Of course,” he grins then dips her down. She squeals from the sudden rush to her head as she’s tipped backwards, but Calum would never let her fall.

He pulls her back up, both of them giggling as they dance in the kitchen. Her fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, it’s getting longer and shaggier by the day. His curls are coming back, and she’s been itching to play with the soft twists.

“I’ve missed you,” he confesses.

“I missed you, too,” she whispers. Their eyes meet just as Justin Bieber’s voice croons in the speakers.

“My plan when you came over was to try and get back together, you know. Even before all of this happened, I was going to ask if you’d wait for me to come back from tour. I wasn’t going to let my stubbornness push away the best person that’s happened to me.”

“Cal…”

She cups his cheek the same time he leans down and presses his lips to hers. An electric surge courses through them as their kiss deepens. He grips her waist then lowers his hands to her ass giving her a hefty squeeze. She gasps at the contact and he slips his tongue in her mouth. Calum spins her around, lifting her up so she’s seated on the counter.

Her legs wrap around his waist, accordingly, pulling him as close to her as possible. The song changes to Lover of Mine just as his hands creep under her shirt. His fingers skim her skin, thumbs brushing over her soft nipples that turn hard upon his touch. He groans, giving her breasts a firm squeeze before lifting the shirt from her body.

Their eyes lock, lips red from their kiss. She traces his lower lip and he’s quick to duck his head down to suck on her neck. She gasps when his hand cups her sex, his thumb rubbing her core through the fabric while his mouth descends to her breasts. She bites her lip, but a small moan escapes her as he sucks on her nipple, his thumb moving in tantric circles.

“Calum…Cal…please…” she begs in a whisper, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Getting her message loud and clear, he lifts her in his arms, lips assaulting hers as he makes his way to his bedroom. He kicks the door shut so Duke doesn’t interrupt then drops her to the bed. She giggles and he laughs along with her yanking his shirt off. She removes her shorts and panties the same time he drops his shorts to the floor.

She’s quick to grasp him in her palm, stroking towards herself, looking up at him. He touches her cheek affectionately; it’s been so long since they’ve had each other this way.

“Love the way you look at me like that,” he mumbles, his thumb rubbing under her eye.

A smile flickers on her lips before she suctions them around his tip. Calum’s eyes close sequentially but he forces them open so he can watch her, another love of his. Her tongue swirls and rolls the only way she knows how to do before taking him further in her mouth.

Calum groans at the warmth of her mouth, he brings his other hand to her cheek, watching her eyes close as she concentrates. Flashes of her like this flood his mind, from their first time, to the time they snuck away at Ashton’s house because he was wearing that suit she loved him in so much she had to have him right then.

When he reaches the back of her throat, he snaps back to the present and moans from the sensation. She takes him that deep again and he holds her face tighter.

“Up, up, up, up,” he orders pulling her off him. As much as he loved getting head from her, he loves returning the favor more. “Lie back, baby, legs up.”

She licks her lips, swiping her thumb over leftover spit which is insanely hot and pushes herself to the center of the bed. He follows her hungrily, pushing her ankles up and to the side so she’s open and pliant for him, only for him.

He keeps his eyes on her as he kisses her thighs, nibbling his teeth every now and then with his thumbs rubbing her ankles softly. She situates the pillows behind her head so she can have a better angle to watch him. She loves to watch as much as he does.

“Ready?” he asks, and she giggles, nodding quickly.

He flashes her a wink before closing his mouth on her clit. She moans on contact while he sucks then transitions to flicking his tongue at the nub, teasing the tip of his tongue in her hole sporadically. He loves pleasuring her with his mouth, he can feel her moans on his tongue as she drips for him. Her hands fly to his hair guiding his mouth to where she needs, and Calum lets her use him.

He pulls away a fraction so he can gather his saliva then spits it on her core, watching it dribble to her entrance before he slurps it back up with her arousal. Her moans are sinful at the action, her hips moving with his motions, moans getting louder and louder until she gasps out his name in one breath. Her legs go rigid in his hold as her orgasm crashes into her.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he grunts, swiping his tongue up and down, up and down until her body relaxes. He looks up already meeting her gaze, chest heaving from the bliss. “Ready for me?”

“Always,” she nods.

They move quickly, situating themselves in the right way. He holds her ankles until he’s hovering above her, then lets go so he can grab hold of his shaft then slaps it against her pussy in a teasing manner. She moans at the contact, her legs falling open wider. Calum rubs her temple with his thumb nearest her head as he nudges himself between her folds.

Her mouth opens like it always does when he inserts himself the first time, he slips right in and they moan together at being connected once more. He rests his other hand on his bed, and she lets out a squeak.

“Ouch! On my hair, move, move, move!”

He lifts his hand spewing out ‘sorry, sorry!’ quickly as she readjusts herself. They’re giggling and he bends down to kiss her, she wraps her arms around his neck. She shifts her hips slightly underneath him in a rocking motion, but he wants more of her lips.

“If I’m going to do all the work, I should have been on top,” she teases jutting her hips up once more.

“Yeah? You want to be sassy right now?” he hums pressing himself into her more, she lets out a choked moan.

“You going to fuck me right now?” she hums in the same tone, smirking against him.

Calum growls then pulls himself out of her only to plunge with force right back in. She screams out his name as he starts a rapid rhythm, hips snapping against hers, the bed shifting with his movements. Her head tilts back as her back arches so she can take him even deeper.

Calum sucks onto her breast, fucking into her swiftly, her wetness has him moving faster and faster until—

“FUCK!” he groans when he slips out of her entirely and thrusts into her thigh. She’s laughing above him, and he curses lowly to himself again. He glances up to see her giggling behind her hand. “Think it’s funny, huh?”

“Am I that wet?” she laughs poking his nose. “That’s your fault you know.”

“I take that as a win, baby,” he sighs teasing her hole once more with his cock. He grins up at her. “No one makes you as wet as I do.”

“Hmm, you’re not wrong,” she smiles then wiggles beneath him.

“You want more?” he teases pressing his tip in slowly, she bites her lip.

“Please,” she whines.

“You have to keep your legs still, so I don’t slip out again,” he breathes then pushes in once more.

He finds his rhythm from before, her body arching the way he loves but he feels her legs shift. He growls then pushes them up to her chest, he plants his knees to the mattress, her ass cheeks resting on his thighs.

“What’d I say?” he pants, and her eyes roll at his tone and the angle he has her body in. he jack hammers into her, his balls slapping her thighs.

She squeezes the pillows next to her head until her knuckles are white, her cries of pleasure are music to his ears as he feels her clench around him. Sweat builds on his brow and his chest and he’s damned to have her orgasm as many times as he can. Her eyes close as her second orgasm hits, she’s pulsing around him in such a good way it makes him ache.

When it’s over, he releases her legs so he can pound into her with his waist. He holds her to his body, face buried in her neck so he can leave marks on her skin. She’s coming once more, chanting his name in his ear and he groans at the sound. She kisses his ear, teeth grazing his lobe as a new orgasm rolls into the next.

Feeling his own release approaching, he shifts again. This time he moves backwards pulling her with him so they’re in a sitting position. He wraps her legs around his waist, her body is heavy against his from the tumultuous pleasure he’s giving her. Calum’s arms snake around her back, it’s sticky with her own sweat and he licks into her mouth the same time he starts thrusting again. Her ankles lock behind his back, she hides her face in his neck at the new angle.

“Look at me, baby, please,” he begs tugging at the hair by her neck. He holds her in place, their eyes meeting, her mouth falling open with their thrusts.

His movements slow to a more tenacious speed, still full of passion but with a layer of love and adoration. Calum moves his hand from her waist so he can anchor himself to the bed, thrusting his hips quicker. She helps as much as she can, her body is nearly spent but she wants to feel him cum inside her, hear his moans and see the bliss in his eyes.

“Come for me, Cal,” she pants, “come for me, baby…”

His hips jerk and he releases his orgasm inside her, his hips move lethargically, milking his climax for as long as he can but their eyes stay locked. When he’s finished, they both let out a long sigh, knocking their foreheads together. Their breath is hot on each other’s faces, sweat beads roll onto each other’s skin, a mixture of him and her.

They stay in the position, legs crisscrossed, arms wrapped around one another, heartbeats slowing from a rapid pace to syncing together. After a few more moments, they disentangle, and Calum has to help her walk to the bathroom. She can already feel the soreness in her lips, but she’s missed the pleasured ache.

They brush their teeth, she uses the toilet, then crawl into bed together. She’s already passed out as soon as her head hits the pillow and Calum draws designs along her back until he falls asleep as well.

The next morning, they wake later than intended but give light kisses in the morning sun.

“I love you, you know,” he tells her caressing her face. His eyes litter over the small marks on her neck and breasts he gave her.

“I love you, too.”

“Are you all right being stuck with me?” he grins pulling her leg over his hip.

“Lock the door and throw out the key,” she grins capturing his lips between hers.

“It’s just you and me.” He moves to roll on top of her, but she pushes on his chest lightly so she’s on top.

“I’m stuck with you,” she whispers, kissing him as she grinds herself on top of him.

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