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dreamingofbucky · 11 months

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IS IT TOO LATE?

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!F!Reader (one shot)

summary: He casted you back to your universe. But now he's back and you don't know why. you thought he hated you for the longest time. But that's furthest from the truth.

tags/content warnings: very much angst. heart strings will be pulled at. consensual smut. p in v. love confessions. soft!miguel. fangs are used for pleasure. begging. size kink. praise, like tons of it. mig and reader healing themselves together.

Word Count: 4.2k (whoops)

author’s note: not beta read. mild midnight miguel thots. more angst though with a very happy ending. idk i was in my feelings lol

You could sense him close to you. You always did, even despite your spider senses.

It was like he’s infected himself into you even years later, unable to get him out of your system.

You were in your kitchen, putting away some dishes when you got the feeling of him being near. It was like a prickle at your neck that grew and grew until every hair on your body rose. You whipped your head around the kitchen and narrowed your eyes to find him. You couldn’t though, he was always good at hiding himself.

“Miguel?” Your voice drifted throughout your apartment. It fell flat though and a sigh wringed out of your throat once you realized he wasn’t there anymore.

But then your spine stiffened to its own accord and you whipped your head this time toward the hallway. You grabbed the dish towel to dry your hands before you made your way. You weren’t on guard, but you kept the towel on your shoulder just in case. Your spider strength would probably work just fine, but you didn’t know what he’d want.

“Miguel? I know you’re here, somewhere,” you called out again with more tenacity in your voice.

There was a creak in the living room and you increased your pace until you were at the entrance, flicking on the light that flooded the room. He wasn’t hiding. He was in the corner, staring at a photo on top of your fireplace.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, fingers reaching for the towel on your shoulder.

His broad shoulders slumped for a moment before he finally turned. He was in his blue and red suit, the one you knew very well. He looked better than the last time you saw him. His face though, was contorted in an expression you couldn’t read.

“I–uh, I’m not sure why I came,” he finally mumbles.

You take a step forward and tread lightly. It’s been four years, so you really didn’t know why he came. This was his decision anyway, to leave you and keep you at a distance.

“It’s been years,” you remind him. He finally turns completely and his brown eyes gleam red a little and then fade back to the rich color you once loved.

The man you once swore you loved forever, until he didn’t. Your heart tugged at the memories of what you and Miguel had. Attempting to push those thoughts away to keep yourself from spiraling like before, you clear your throat.

He finally replies. “I had to see you.”

No reason. Nothing else. Just those five words.

You take another step forward and he does too.

“You can’t just come here without an explanation,” you pushed. Your irritation was starting to increase and your patience was starting to thin for your ex.

Miguel is quiet as he stays grounded. But your senses heightened when he lifted his hand and turned his wrist toward you. Before you could react in time, a bright orangish red web shot out of his wrist and latched onto your chest. You grunt as he pulls you into him, closing the distance. You grab the string of the web and pull it off your shirt, but it's stuck.

“Miguel,” you bite. A smile curls at his lips before a talon comes out of his pointer finger and he snips the web.

“Sorry,” he breathes.

“You’re here, because?” You press again. Your heart was hammering against your chest and you were hoping he’d tell you what he needed you for.

“Spider Society misses you.”

Oh. You weren’t expecting that.

“I’m sure they do,” you quip.

It wasn’t your choice to leave them. To go back to your universe and live out your days. It was Miguel who pushed you to this point.

You even got engaged two years ago to who you thought you could live the rest of your days with. And then things took a turn. Things didn’t work out. He felt like you were stunted by him in this universe. Although you still did your best to be the Spider-Woman your universe needed, it wasn’t enough.

It was like the action of Miguel casting you out back to your universe made you lose your spark. Made you less of who you were meant to be.

You hate him for it. Well, you did the first year before you started to make a life for yourself here. It didn’t work out, obviously.

The thing was, you never really understood why Miguel did what he did. It was so quick, so sudden, casting you out. You thought you were doing well in Spider Society. You made friends, you aced missions. So what did you do wrong? You even loved him to your best ability.

Was it because you couldn’t put universes first before anyone else in your life? Miguel was so bent up on the idea that sacrifices had to be made when it came to being Spider-Man. Guess that included you.

You were a sacrifice he had to make for a reason you still didn’t know.

“Just wanted to check in, see how you were,” he says in an almost whisper. He drops his gaze to your lips and you gulp. No, you couldn’t feel like this for him. Not anymore.

You lift your hand and press your palm to his chest. He looks at it before his brows furrow. His hand then reaches over and caresses yours. His fingers fiddle with your ring finger.

“Your ring, what happened? Where is it?”

You sigh, attempting to turn on your heel and get away from him but his fingers move to your wrist to keep you there. You knew he’d know about you getting engaged. You got your spider senses alerted whenever he was near the first two years you were gone. You knew he was checking up on you frequently. Until he stopped. He didn’t know the engagement was broken off and you lived alone in that small apartment.

“Miguel, let me go.”

He doesn’t budge, so you press your other palm against his chest for leverage but he doesn’t move an inch. Your emotions are getting heightened from it all and you can feel tears start to spring into your eyes. You feel pathetic.

“What happened?” He repeats, his eyes turning soft and curious.

“Nothing happened. You happy?”

“No–” he shakes his head. “Tell me.”

You sigh, not wanting to fight with him. You had years of it when he started becoming too focused on stopping Spider people from disrupting their canon events. Those fights ended up pushing you both to a point that couldn’t be turned back around.

“Miguel, I’m not in the mood. I’ve had a long day. It’s late.”

“Dime qué pasó,” he almost pleads.

Well, if it made him let you go then you had no other choice. You took a deep breath and stared at him. You needed him to know what he did and how it resulted with you no longer having an engagement ring.

“He left me, Miguel. Does that make you happy? He saw how much I couldn’t handle being so far away from my people. From my friends. From you. He saw how it ruined my life being stuck here. I tried so hard to fake it until I was happy, but he saw through it all. He loved me so much that he let me go. Unlike someone who casted me out–”

“I didn’t cast you out because I didn't love you,” he interrupts with a growl. His face leans closer and your core flutters.

Fuck, your body could still react to him like no time has passed.

“We were young,” you argue. “That wasn’t love, the longer I had time apart to contemplate it. We were simply infatuated, but that wasn’t love.”

“It was for me, sabes esto.”

“No, it wasn’t Miguel,” you bite.

Miguel is silent, dropping his hand. You take a step back, a deep breath leaving your lips. His own shoulders move softly with his breathing. Some of the strands of hair at the top of his head fall over his temple and forehead. You want to so desperately lift a hand and brush them back in place. But that's not something you can do anymore.

You take another step back, finding yourself sitting on your couch. You placed your elbows on your knees and took a deep breath. You heard his footsteps follow and he knelt down, placing a finger under your chin and lifted you enough to see him. To look at his eyes that are yearning for you to speak to him.

“Mira, I lied. They didn’t miss you. I did. I stopped checking in on you to give you space. To move on.”

You scoff. “You can see how well that worked out.” You lift your naked ring finger to make a point.

“I needed to see you one last time.”

This brought you to straighten your spine and look at him with widened eyes. “Last time?”

He nods.

“What do you mean, Miguel?”

He’s silent for a moment. “I’m not going to check in on you ever again. You won’t be bothered by me. I’m taking some space from Spider Society as well. They’re better off anyway.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the revelation. He was going to demote himself from the society he created for us? One of the best places you’ve been able to call home for years. You missed it dearly, you couldn’t deny that.

“You can’t just leave them. They need you.”

Miguel’s eyes cast down and this time it’s you bringing a hand under his chin and lifting enough for him to look at you. You scoot a little closer to him where your knees brush. A fire burns in your belly.

“They don’t. I hurt people. I hurt you. I need space and time before I can come back and delegate again. I took things too far.”

“So you’d rather disappear than try to fix things? Did you ever plan to allow me back to Spider Society?”

He shakes his head. “I thought you’d be content here with him. You seemed so happy.”

You laugh. “That wasn’t happy, Miguel. That was coping.”

His thick brows furrow. “No, you were happy.”

“Are you trying to convince yourself? Are you really trying to control the truth? I wasn’t happy. I thought I could play along with this life to deal with everything. I was in survival mode. It was purely a facade. Imagine being introduced to a safe haven and then being stripped of all access to it and its people. That’s what happened to me. I had no choice but to try to make a life for myself here.”

Miguel is quiet for a moment, pressing his lips into a thin line. His forehead wrinkles as he thinks deeply.

“This would be easier if I hated you.” He finally mutters.

Now you’re the one raising a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Call this an atonement,” he says. “I shouldn’t have done that to you, but I’m not sure bringing you back would fix things. What happened can’t be undone.”

“I never asked for you to fix it. I’ve learned how to make this my home. It was a home before I got my Spider abilities and it could be my home after.”

“But you’re not happy. You just said so yourself,” he counters.

You huff out a breath, exhausted at all of this back and forth. Why was he really here? If he wanted to see you one last time he could’ve done that without making himself known. He could’ve creeped in the shadows to do it.

“What do you want?” The words are sharp and roll off your tongue like venom. His hands raise and rest on your knees. He’s still kneeling and he scoots closer. A hand travels up your thigh and you suck in a breath.

“One last time,” he repeats so softly you almost miss it.

“We already had our one last time,” you say quietly. You remember that last time you felt him near you. That was when you truly thought that was the last time you’d feel him in your universe.

“No, bebita,” he responds gruffly. “I need you one last time.”

His words aren’t registering in your brain.

“You made it very clear you didn’t need me.”

“Will you let me finish?” His eyes connect with yours and your heart thumps loudly against your chest.

“Finish then,” you push.

“It’s easier to hate you because then I could move on. I never did, bebita.” The nickname rolls off his tongue in a way that makes your core flutter and you clench your thighs.

“I–” you start, but he cuts you off.

“Casting you out was the worst thing I did. I couldn’t take it back, my pride wouldn’t let me. I loved you so much, but I couldn’t say it. It was always on the tip of my tongue. You were it for me, bebita. It crushed me even more to see you making a life for yourself here. Finding a partner to be with, that was the worst of it. It took me months to deal with that one. But I couldn’t risk losing you to the things we did for the universes we saved. Pushing you away was the hardest thing to do, but the safest. If I didn’t have you to sacrifice in life or death situations, then that's what I had to do. I couldn’t lose you in those ways, I just couldn’t.”

His confession brings tears to your eyes and you wrap your hands around his neck. You lean in, pressing your forehead against his. You take a deep breath and he does too. Soon, your breathing becomes sync with his.

“You hurt me,” was all you could say.

“I know, bebita, I know. I’m so sorry. I loved you–I love you so much. It felt like the only way I wouldn’t lose you.”

“But you ended up losing me anyway in the process,” you remind him. He nods.

“I lost you anyway. Please forgive me. Or did I come at the wrong time where that’s not possible? Is it too late?”

You contemplate it for a moment. You hurt for so long with his decision, but now you know why. He did it because he loved you so much. It reminded you of your ex-fiance. He broke things off because he loved you and wanted you to find your true happiness. He knew it wasn’t with him as much as he wanted it to be.

Funny how it’s the same concept with Miguel, but not quite. Miguel’s way was harsher and broke you. But he’s here now apologizing and on his knees.

All the feelings of your life with Miguel come back surfacing. The good and the bad. But he was the best thing in your life.

“And what would we do after this? Would you just leave and never see me again? After everything that’s been said?”

He grabs your cheeks and pushes you back a little. His face is pained as he thinks of a response. He leans in, kissing your forehead before kissing your nose and then your cheeks. “I don’t know anymore. Lyla asked me the same thing.”

You smiled softly. “Lyla… I missed her.”

Miguel smiled as well, tears in his eyes. “She misses you everyday. She might be the reason why I came tonight.”

“I’m glad, then,” you say. This brings another smile to his face and your heart warms. Your whole body warms.

“Miguel,” you whisper. He leans in again, pressing his lips to your nose. You inhale his scent for a moment.

“I can’t repair what’s been done.”

“You can’t,” you concede. “But we can take it day by day.”

“Really?” He says with a little happier tone.

You nod. “But you can’t do that again. Don’t push me away. Don’t make me think you hate me. That I was the worst thing in your life.”

A sob pulls through you and tears cascade down your cheeks. Miguel is quick to brush them away with his thumbs. He finally brushes his lips against yours and you stiffen at the movement.

“Can I?” He asks softly.

Instead of answering, you lean in to close the distance. His lips were soft and the memories of kissing him all over filled your senses. Your body still craved him, you just pushed those feelings as down as you could.

He continues to kiss with passion, like a man starved. His tongue presses against your teeth and you part your mouth, allowing him inside. He groans a little at the feeling and a moan escapes your own lips.

“Let me make it up to you, por favor,” he asks, moving his hands to your thighs and running them up until they find your hips. You hitch your breath at the feeling and you nod.

“It won’t make up for all these years, but you can try,” you say with a little spite and a little tease. Something in you wanted him to work for it. You couldn’t just forgive this easily, he had to know how much you hurt all this time.

“I’ll live the rest of my days making it up to you then, bebita,” he kisses you once more before moving his hands from your hips to your backside. He pulls you hard closer to him before you’re straddling your hips. You squeal from the sudden movement and then he rises. He starts to walk as you continue to kiss, as if he mesmerized the layout of your apartment from his check-ins. This brought another flutter to your core and you needed him in more ways than one.

He enters your bedroom and plops you on the bed softly. You shift yourself up to the pillows and he climbs the bed alongside you. Your hands come up to his hair, making their home in his strands as he continues to attack you with kisses. He moves his lips to your neck and you moan loudly, bucking your hips up. He groans from the sounds.

“Bite me,” you plead through breaths.

“Estás seguro?” he asks, lifting his lips from your neck for a brief second. You push his head back down to your bare skin and nod.

“Yes, please, Mig. Bite me like you used to. Fuck me like you used to. Make me whole again,” you plead. You can’t help the tears that come back to your eyes and fall down your cheeks. He doesn’t notice though, which you’re grateful for.

He obliges though, kissing your neck and then you feel something piercing you. His fangs sink into your skin and it feels wet instantly. You moan through it, leaning down to bite his own neck.

“F-fuck,” he moans once his fangs pull out. He lifts his head to look at you and it’s like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen. His eyes light up and then turn into a feral thing you were so used to in the past.

Miguel knew how to be gentle with you when he could, but you always noticed the way his eyes would turn red with a primal need to love you until you were thrashing and screaming his name, clenching around him.

You needed him to go that far. You wanted him to.

“Don’t hold back,” you whisper finally.

His eyes search yours before he nods and snakes his hand under your hair and wraps his fingers around the strands until he can pull your neck the other way. He leans in and you feel that pain again as he sinks his fangs into the other side of your neck. Your hips buck up again and you gasp.

“Smell so good, taste so good,” he murmurs. His lips travel lower, kissing your collarbone. He helps you out of your mundane clothes before you’re lying naked in front of him. With a press of his watch on his wrist, his suit pixelates into nothing until he’s there naked over you. You forgot for a moment his suit does that.

“Please, Mig,” you say in deep breaths as you feel his erection pressing against your hip. You reach down blindly, feeling for his cock and then caressing it in up and down motions. He groans through this and curses under his breath, jutting his hips further into your hand.

“Need you,” he pleads.

“You have me,” you assure him.

He lifts himself on his knees which causes your hands to fall from his cock. He then begins to stroke himself and you spread your legs around him. His eyes glance down at your core and your cheeks heat.

“So fucking pretty and wet already for me, bebita. Just like I knew you’d be.”

You just nod as you stay transfixed on him, rubbing his cock before he positioned himself at your entrance. You didn’t care for him to prep you, you needed him now.

“It’s going to hurt, tell me to stop if you–”

“I don’t care,” you cut him off. You made a point by reaching down and grabbing his wrist around his cock and aligning yourself with his tip. You pressed his tip against your fold and you both gasped. You shut your eyes briefly at the wonderful sensation.

He always fucked you so well, that was something you missed. And now he was here, doing just that.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl,” he grunts as he presses himself into you, inch by inch.

The pain soared throughout your body with each inch, but you didn’t care. You finally had him again and your cunt clenched around him. He moaned at the movements, but you couldn’t help yourself.

When he finally pressed into you all the way, you both took deep breaths. He leaned in, pressing his palms into the mattress to support himself. He shifted a little, moving inside you and you whined.

“So big,” you gasped.

“You can take it, bebita,” he cooed. “You always did so good for me, you can do it again. Okay?”

You nod, biting your lip as he moved his hips to slowly pull out of you and then he slammed back in, causing you to shift up on the bed from his strength. He curses under his breath again and you whine at the stretch of him. His girth was bigger than you remembered and you swore he was splitting you in half, but you loved it.

“More, more,” you begged and he obliged. He snapped his hips back and forth into you, earning a cry from your lips at each thrust.

“So pretty when you cry for me,” he groans as his hips start to grow sloppy. He was getting closer to his release and you were too.

Your core tightened and your pussy clenched around his cock in a beautiful way.

“So close,” you mumbled through his thrust.

“Come with me, bebita,” he says before leaning down, sinking his fangs into your neck once more. This makes all your sensations come alive and you can’t hold back anymore. Your legs wrap around his waist, causing him to push deeper into you and hitting the best parts.

“I’m going to–” you screamed before you felt everything explode. You saw stars, your body was shaking, and he was holding onto your tightly. He dropped his head into the crevice of your neck and muttered nonsense as he came right after you. Rope after rope of his cum filled you up and you clenched around him even more, milking his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered as his hips stuttered and he collapsed over you. “Please don’t do that, not gonna last the night.”

You giggled, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist. You both breathed intensely but you were so fucking happy.

“I love you, bebita,” he finally says, lifting himself to look at you. He wipes a strand of hair that was stuck on your forehead. You grab his face and kiss him. He moans deeply and his cock twitches inside you.

You squirm underneath him. “I love you too, Miguel. Always have, always will.”

He kisses you back with more passion. “You mean it?”

You nod and laugh as he tickles your side. You try to squirm away, but it’s hard with his cock still in you. Your pussy flutters around him again and he groans. “Bebita, that will only make me go for another round.”

“I know,” you confess with a smile.

You had years of catching up to do, anyways. You didn’t plan to leave that bed anytime soon.

Miguel smiled and wrapped his arms around you before flipping you both over. His back plopped on the bed and you were straddling him above, your head laying on his chest.

“You don’t have to ever forgive me,” he whispers, stroking your bare back. “But I hope you give me the time to make it up to you.”

You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest. He cranes his neck to look down at you.

“It’s not too late,” you finally answer and those words were all he needed to hear.

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thatdeadaquarius · 25 days

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Imagine a horribly clumsy creator in the sagau... like trips over their own feet, starts coughing due to choking on air randomly, knocking a vase off a table that was in the middle of the table somehow???? Silly goofy stuff like that (I pull these silly goofs often personally)

(obv goes w/o saying sorry for being so late to reply /gen) ;-;

clumsy reader is so me core idk why i didnt think of this lmao

(this gif is liek the modern equivalent of Charlotte posting ur embarrassing clumsy moments on insta Steambird acc lmao)

(so sometimes im lazy and dont include the ask stuff esp if its shorter like this, so here's at least the characters in this one: Fontaine ppl <3 along with a G for general audience, barring cuss words)

Navia would politely ask you to go the edge or whatever area ur in whenever she pulls out her cannons/guns LMAO

every time you and either Clorinde or Neuvillette are walking next to you, or doing rlly anything, its like night and day

ur out here finding all the cracks in the sidewalk, bumping everything that could even possibly have a liquid in it, and have constant bruises from hip checking/stubbing toes on mechas walking around

Clorinde is impressed at that point bc mechas are actively programmed to get out of your way, so how u managed to put them back into ur way rlly fascinates her 😭😭

Neuvillette would like to wrap u in fabric/bubble wrap equivalent for his old ass, in an attempt to desperately stop u from hurting urself lol

u get a new coat or new pants from him all the time, u just thought at first he was rlly into giving u Fontaine fashion until Furina pointed out that it was spring/summer and you wouldn't wear thick woolen pants and fur-lined coats everyday 💀

(poor dragon guy doesn't rlly get the practical side of clothes, he likes fashion, but he inadvertently subscribes to the "hoes don't get cold" philosophy by being an ancient dragon lord)

Wriothesley is unfortunately nice enough to constantly try and catch his poor god, which ends well for neither of you 50% of the time

its not even ur weight takes him down, he's buff as hell after all, and he's dealt with rowdy inmates, its just.. ur clumsiness spreads.

if ur tripping, and the poor Duke reaches out to catch you, ur reaching out at the same time to steady urself on a side table w/a vase full of water, which u then knock off, drenching ur back and his face at the same time LMAO

he doesn't learn, despite u literally begging him to stop trying to help u, then u try and compromise to just let u fall and help u afterward asdfghkl-

Wrio's too chivalrous tho, the most u can get him to do is always grab ur arm instead of trying to bodily catch you

if u think after the first like, ✌️ TWO times Lynette is willing to help you, u r so wrong lmao

she's seen her brothers clumsiness, she knows theres no saving u

she does comfort u after slipping (not even falling but just flailing dramatically) for the 5th time in the puddles around water fountains tho

Lyney and Freminet are lowkey legit convinced someones cursed their god atp 😰

Freminet always had bandaids for u, and Lyney keeps a supply of ur fav candy to cheer u up after embarrassing urself by falling ass backwards right into the Fountain of Lucine right in front of Opera house lmao

...

...Charlotte thinks this is all vv hilarious, no she has no respect for ur godliness, her archon was Furina like LMAO- IM SORRYYY

(she has started a small section in the steambird of a near daily- DAILY picture of u being clumsy 😭)

(u, not srsly, threaten to smite her and she just giggles)

(its ok they take it all in a cute/endearing trait type of way)

☆

again, sorry for lateness, when i reopen askbox (soon, FINALLY-)

ill try and stay more on top of it and try and sort whatre just chats/non-requests better too 😭😭

hope u guys are having a good week!! tysm for being patient and nice to me :')

Safe Travels Kai,

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spiderlyla · 7 months

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IS THAT FLUFF-TOBER I HEAR

okay hear me out: playing with Miguels hair/ Miguel playing with your hair

Like he's laying with his head on your lap and you're just running your fingers through his hair and you can basically see and feel him slowly relax under your touch, maybe even slowly falling asleep :(

Or the other way around, laying on his lap and he's playing with your hair and you can just fully relax with him <3

Idk I'm a sucker for this kind of scenario 😭😭😭

Day 5 of Flufftober

synopsis: playing in miguel's hair

pairing: gn!reader × miguel o'hara (no pronouns used)

tags: soft miguel, pet names (baby, honey, etc..)

lumi's note: SPIINEYY!!! thank you sm for your request, i got so excited to write this :)

he can't remember how, or when, but if he recalls correctly, it was as the sun was setting, when he found himself on your balcony, pushing the sliding door and letting himself into your living room.

you always left it unlocked, always, in case he comes home late at night. he always told you to lock it, paranoid that some sort of villian will trace his steps and find you, but today, he was extremly thankful you did not listen to him.

the door made a little screeching noise, miguel could hear your rushed footsteps, making your way from the kitchen to the living room. the sight of you, mouth slightly agape, wearing nothing but a shirt of his made made him smile just slightly. you on the other hand, looked extremly concerned.

"mig, what's wrong?" you rushed to his side. always such a worry wart, he blamed himself for that, god knows how many nights he showed up on your doorstep bloodied and bruised. "nothing, thought I'd come see you."

"you never come back this early." you reached for his face, and he almost dropped to his knees when you touched him. your soft hands cupped both his cheeks, thumbs moving across his skin, making a mental note of how his the eyebags under his eyes have only gotten darker. always so exhausted. always do tired, always so weak when he feels you touch him. "has something happened?"

"no, no, baby, stop." he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in by the waist, slumping over and nuzzling his head into your neck. you were so incredibly warm, and you smelled of that lavender bodywash he'd bought earlier this month, god, he could get just drunk off of the smell of your skin. "I needed a break."

your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, hand tangeled at the end of his curls, "okay, you should go change then, while I make you something to eat, would that—"

"no," he straightened up, taking your hand in his, and pulling you closer to the couch. you silently followed him, a little curious to what he had in mind. he sat down, tapped his gizmo, the suit on his body dematerliazing into thin air, getting replaced by a pair of sweats and a white shirt. "here." he gestured you sit beside him, and you obliged queitly.

miguel moved, laying himself down on the couch, using your thighs as a pillow for his head. he arched himself a couple of times, groaning at the pain he felt in his back and neck. "do you want a massage?"

"no, no.." he moved your hands himself, putting one on his chest, and one on his hair. you smiled, he'd never tell you right to your face, maybe feeling embaressed at how it made him feel, but he loved it when you played in his hair.

you got to work, detangling his soft tufts of black strands, freeing them from the hold of the gel miguel used so it wouldn't flop down onto his face when he took off his mask. you ran your fingers through his hair, rolling some short curls around your finger, letting a few strands loose onto his forehead, even doing the longer parts into little braids.

miguel groaned queitly, putting a hand on his eyes, shutting them close. "yeah, just like that." he whispered, mostly to himself more than anything. you playfully tugged a strand while braiding, and he grunted, removing his hand just to glance at you. "don't pull, honey." you giggled, leaning down, pushing the loosened hair off his forehead and leaving a kiss. a chuckle rumbled in his chest, then he closed his eyes again.

"maybe you should tone the gel down a little bit, mig." you hummed, "It's affecting your hair a little, lots of breaking."

"Mhm."

"don't worry, it's not bad at all—I think I need to trim your hair a little too—I could also lend you some of that hair mask product I've been trying, you should massage it into your scalp—"

"you should do that." he mumbled queitly, his tone not demanding, rather pleading. miguel was a strong man, but when you had your hands in his hair, it weakened him, the tender affection he received from you brought him to his knees.

"hm, guess I will." he felt your lips press against his forehead, and he shuddered at the sensation, grinning ever so slightly.

you kept detangling it, softly giving him a massage, watching as the man most people deemed as intimidating and unapproachable, come undone at the touch of your hand. groans of relief escaped his lips, his muscles relaxed in no time.

you sat in silence for a few minutes, before you suddenly heard the soft snores of your boyfriend, who, when you looked down, was fast asleep, mouth agap.

you giggled a little, awe-struck by his handsome face and messy hair, how even when he slept, his eyebrows stayed furrowed a little. you could keep staring at him for ages.

and maybe today, you just might.

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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If you are seeking soon to be dad Daryl, what about a fic where Y/n gets pregnant but she's scared to tell Daryl because what happened to Lori? Maybe she is finally able to tell him when they get reunited after the prison falls and by then she's already showing? Idk I know it says requests are closed but I saw your post!

Blessing in Disguise

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: After discovering that you are pregnant, you don't know what to do; being utterly afraid after what happened to Lori. You don't even have the chance to tell it your boyfriend, Daryl, because after the prison fell, you and Daryl get separated. Can you find him again and finally be brave enough to tell him?

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff, walkers, weapons, angst, mentions of birth and pregnancy, fluff!

Set in Season 4/5!

Word Count: 4,6k (Whopsies...)

a/n: I promised y'all a new Daryl fic and here it is! ☺️ Thank you for this wonderful request @starfirette ! ☺️ I loved, loved, loved to write this! 🥰 I hope you like it. ☺️ I changed the timeline a little bit - and I uh, may have ignored the existence of Mika and Lizzie, because I somehow struggled a lot to write them. I hope that's okay. 🙈

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Biting your lip nervously, you watched your friend from afar, loading stuff in a car. He was alone, so your only opportunity to ask was probably now - or never. Taking a deep breath, you bit the bullet and walked over to him. "Hey, uh, Glenn?" The black-haired man turned to face you. "Oh, hey Y/N. What's up?" He asked you, smiling. "Can... Can you please get me something from the drugstore you're going to?" "Sure thing, no problem. What is it?" You bit your lip again; shaky fingers handed over a small piece of paper. Glenn took it and slowly unfolded it. His gaze scanned the written words, eyes widening. "Y-Y/N this... This is-" "I know, Glenn, I know. Please, keep this to yourself, okay?" "Of course, but... You know that everyone says I'm bad at keeping secrets?" You sighed, rubbing the heels of your hands in your eyes. "Yes, but you're my best friend. I trust you." The Korean nodded, "You got a point there..." and stuffed the note inside his jeans pocket. "Don't forget it, please." "I won't, promise."

You spent the time walking from one place to the next. Your mind was restless, and so was your body. A billion 'What if...' questions were running through your head on lighting speed. It felt like your skull was going to burst any second. The wait for Glenn to return was almost unbearable. "Y/N? You alright?" Maggie's voice cut through the loud noises in your head. Blinking, you stopped in your motions; looking up to face her. "Y-Yeah, of course." The woman looked at you quite a bit sceptically. "Are you sure? You seem really... uneasy and nervous. Something wrong between you and Daryl?" You quickly shook your head at your friend's words. "No, no! Everything's perfectly fine! We're good. I'm good!" Maggie eyed you a second time doubtfully, "Alright." before she turned around to leave again. You breathed out relieved, closing your eyes. Gods... That was hell.

About two hours later, Glenn and a few Woodbury people came back from the run. Subtly, your best friend handed you the small bag. "You got it?" He nodded. "Yeah. Brought three different brands." You stared at the bag, taking it into your hands. "Thank you." "Of course." You gave Glenn a small smile, which he returned. "You can talk to me about... You know. I-I'm always here for you." "I know - and I appreciate it so much." Before the Korean could even answer, you had pulled him into a big hug.

Now you sat in the cell you shared with Daryl - who was on a hunt at the moment, on the bed, staring at the bag in your hands. You had to do it. You just had to. You needed to know. So, you grabbed all three packages and sneaked into the prison 'bathroom'. Taking the tests were easy. Waiting five minutes for them to show a result was excruciating. Once again you found yourself walking up and down the room, hoping for once time would pass faster. At some point you couldn't take it anymore. You had to look; waited clearly long enough. Closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, you stepped over to one of the sinks - where you had placed all three tests, and taking a look at them. The first one. Positive. The second test. Positive. And the third result. Positive. "Fuck..." You were pregnant – without a doubt.

Shock wasn't the right word to describe your emotions right now. It wasn't really a shock, since you had the assumption; showing the typical signs for over a week now. Fear and panic were better words. In another world, you would've been happy. Having a baby with the man you loved was everything you ever wanted. Daryl was that man. The rotten, destroyed and dangerous world was a big problem, sure. Not just the walkers were a big threat. The disease, which roamed the prison had been a problem, but also other people out there. People like the Governor, for example. But now that you had the prison back and successfully defended your home against that psychopath, you weren't that concerned about the circumstances and surroundings. The prison was safe. What was a bigger problem and the cause for your main fear and panic, was what had happened only a few months ago... Judith's birth, and Lori's death. She died, birthing a child - and that was what gave you the chills. What if the same fate befell you? What if you were going to die as well, bringing yours and Daryl's baby into this world? Like Lori already once said… This wasn't a hospital. Sure, you had medical supplies - but not enough for a c-section or worse. If there would be complications, you were sure going to die - and you didn't want that. Despite that, it was already kinda hard enough to provide for one baby, but two? You didn't know. You really didn't know. What were you going to do now?

Driven by the panic coursing through your system, you went on search for Glenn. You needed to talk - and your best friend was your safe haven right now. Telling Daryl wasn't an option. Not just because he wasn't here at the moment anyway - which had left you worried sick enough, but also because you just were too afraid. You didn't want to do this to him. If you were really going to die during childbirth, you would put even more weight on his shoulders. He already had to carry enough.

"Glenn?!" You shouted up the guard tower, knowing that he was on watch at the moment. Seconds later, the door sprung open and his head appeared. "Y/N?" He shouted back. "Can... Can I come up?" You choked out; the tears on the brink of falling. "Uh, sure!" Quickly, you made your way up the stairs and through the doors. "T-Thanks." "Sure thing. Did you take the- You did." Glenn said, turning to face you and noticing the tears in your eyes immediately. "Is it... positive?" You nodded. Glenn's eyes widened. "You are... pregnant?" Once again you nodded; having lost the ability to form words. Without another sentence, Glenn bridged the distance between you and him and hugged you close. A big hug - exactly what you needed right now.

The two of you just stood there for a while, embracing each other. The only thing which could be heard, were your quiet sobs of desperation.

"W-What am I doing now, Glenn?" He pulled back from the hug, looking at you a bit confused. "What, uh, do you mean?" You blinked, staring at your best friend. Was he serious right now? He didn't get it? "Glenn, I... I can't have that baby!" And again the black-haired man's eyes widened. "Wait, what? You want to...?" Shrugging your shoulders, more tears started to fall. "N-No, but... I'm afraid of being pregnant; of birthing that baby. You know what happened to Lori! What if this happens to me, too!" Glenn immediately shook his head. "It won't, Y/N. Judith's birth went wrong, because Hershel wasn't with her. Lori was at the wrong place on the wrong time, unfortunately. It won't happen to you." You scoffed, not seeing this as easy as him. "That may be true, but what if Hershel can't be with me as well, huh? For any reason? And nevertheless, this ain't a hospital... It's a goddamn prison." The Korean sighed, tried to reassure you further, but it was no use. "I'm going to take you to Hershel now." He said, grabbing gently your arm and pulling you with him. "W-Why?" "Because maybe he can reassure you; and especially prevent you from having a panic attack." You said nothing; knew that he was actually right, so you didn't protest.

Passing by a lot of familiar faces on the way - due to the people from Woodbury your group had taken in in the prison, Glenn brought you to the small infirmary, where he was surely working.

"Hershel?" Glenn called out, trespassing the big doors with you. "I'm here." You heard the elder man call out, before he stepped out of one of the cells turned hospital rooms. "Glenn, what can I- Oh, hello Y/N." Neither of you said a thing, causing Hershel to look confused at the both of you and get closer. "Is everything alright?" Glenn turned to face you, squeezing your shoulder gently. "I'll leave you to it." With those words and a smile, he disappeared through the doors again, leaving you alone with Hershel. "Are you not feeling well, dear?" "Y-Yes." What were you saying? "N-No, I-" Even more overwhelmed now, you took a deep breath, trying to get yourself together. Hershel could see how you struggled; that you were rattled and of course, that something was bothering you. "Come, Y/N, let's sit down." The older man gave you a soft smile and gestured for you to follow him. He guided you into an empty room, in which he told you to sit on the small bed. "I'll be right back." You nodded, still too shaken up to form words.

A few minutes later, Hershel came back with a water bottle, handing it over to you. "Drink." You nodded once again, twisted the cap open and took a few big sips. "Good. Now take a few deep breaths and tell me what's wrong - if you feel up to it." You did what Hershel instructed you to do; took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You needed that. You didn't know it, but you needed that. "Thank you." The man nodded at you, giving you another small smile. "O-Okay, so... Um, I... I wasn't feeling that well for the last few days. Always tired, no matter how much I slept. Sometimes, I had a bit nausea and mood swings... A-And I had to pee more often." You paused for a moment, fiddling nervously with your hands. A look into Hershel's face told you that he already knew what you were trying to say. After all, he was a doctor, but he didn't interrupt you; let you speak on. "W-Well, I counted one and one together and... Glenn brought me three tests. I just took them and..." "They're positive?" You nodded, clenching your jaw in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "W-What do I do now, Hershel?" The older man reached his hand over to gently place it on yours. "Be happy about it. This is a gift. A wonder." You scoffed, controlled by your fear once again. "It wasn't a gift for Lori, was it?" Hershel sighed, knowing exactly what you meant. "What happened to Lori was an accident. It was the wrong place and the wrong situation." "That may be true, but what if I'm going to die, too? What if this baby decides to come in the wrong place and the wrong situation as well?" "That won't happen." "Why are you so sure of that? This just isn't a world to have children anymore." It was a back and forth and throwing arguments - until Hershel shook his head and gave your hand a squeeze. "Now listen to me, Y/N. I know very well that this must be not easy for you. I can understand; given what happened to Lori. But Lori had Carl through a c-section, so the chances were pretty high she needed to have Judith with a c-section as well. You on the other hand have very good chances for a natural birth." He said calmly, pausing for a moment to let his words sink in. "Despite, you are such a strong woman. You've got Daryl by your side. You've got all of us by your side. A safe place with the prison..." He gave you a smile. "We're going to make this."

Hershel's words managed to calm you down a bit and take away some of your anxiety - quite to your surprise. "Y-You think?" "Yes." You nodded and stayed quiet for a moment, before the next thought hit you. "B-But what if Daryl doesn't want this?" A low, hearty chuckle rumbled through the elder man's chest, causing you to look at him confused. "Y/N... That man would do anything for you and that baby. You know just like me how adamant he was to keep Judith alive and healthy. He was the first one who reacted, went immediately out on a run to get her formula. Daryl would never reject that baby, trust me. He is going to be a great father." He squeezed your hand again, giving you another smile, which you couldn't help but return. "Now let's get you checked up and make sure to start on the prenatal vitamins."

And for a short moment, everything was perfectly fine. Sure, you still had your doubts and fears, but the voices in your heads became quieter, due to Hershel. Unfortunately, your happy phase didn't last even three days. Suddenly everything turned sour, when Hershel and Michonne vanished, the Governor returned to take the prison by brutal force with the two missing people in tow as hostages, murdering Hershel in front of yours and everyone's eyes – and the fall of the prison in the end. It happened so fast. Within minutes, everything was heading south with walkers flooding the place and a war breaking loose. Suddenly everybody around you was crying and yelling, while you just tried to hold on to Daryl - but it was no use... In the end, you lost him, got separated from him and ended up with Tyreese, who had saved baby Judith - and who absolutely wasn't bad at all, but Tyreese wasn't Daryl. The prison was destroyed, your family split up, not knowing who survived and who didn't. Your boyfriend and still unbeknownst to him, father of your child was probably dead and you had absolutely nothing left. Within a blink of an eye, you had a mess on your hands.

"We have to go back!" You shouted after Tyreese, as he walked on through the woods, further away from the prison. "We have to go back and look for him!" Your friend gave you no answer, just continued to walk on. With a cocktail of anger, hurt, frustration and sadness coursing through your veins, you quickly caught up to him. "Tyreese!" He stopped suddenly abruptly in his tracks. "We can't, Y/N! We can't! Don't you see? Our home is destroyed, overrun with walkers! Going back there would be suicide!" "I don't care! I have to find him!" Tyreese sighed, bouncing Judith in his arms to keep her asleep and quiet. "I know this is hard for you and I am truly so, so sorry, but we have to look after Judith now. Make sure she survives." A part of you knew that the man was more than right, but your heart just couldn't accept this. You had to made sure that the man you loved was alright. So the emotions inside you exploded, causing you to reveal your 'secret' to your friend. "And I have to make sure that the father of my baby is alive!" Your eyes widened immediately after the words had left your lips, realisation dawning on you. Tyreese's eyes widened as well; his jaw dropping. "You... You are pregnant?" You nodded; tears threatening to fall. "Please, Tyreese, please..." Your voice was quieter and softer now, on the verge of begging. The man sighed once again, before placing a free hand on your upper arm, squeezing reassuringly. "No. It's too late." You wanted to speak up again, but Tyreese was quick to cut you off. "It won't change a thing if we are going back there." "Fine. Then I'm going alone." You wanted to turn on your heels and go, but Tyreese stopped you; grabbed your arm gently. "I can't and won't let you, Y/N. You are pregnant! I'd never forgive myself if something would happen to you. We stay together. Maybe we find Daryl somewhere around here. He is a survivor, you know that." Those words seemed to finally do the trick and convince you to not go back. Instead, you fell into Tyreese's arm, hugging his side and crying against his shoulder.

"Y/N!" Daryl looked around frantically, scanning his surroundings, while taking out several walkers on his way. "Y/N!" He couldn't see you. He just couldn't see you. "Y/N!" The tank, standing in the yard distracted his search for a moment, as he made sure to push a grenade down the gun, causing the man inside to jump out, before the tank exploded. Daryl was quick in driving an arrow through the enemy's chest; looking once again around. "Y/N!" The archer was on the edge of despair, so afraid to lose you. He had held your hand so tight and nevertheless, you were just suddenly gone, vanished into thin air, just because he had to use the hand which was clasping yours to kill an approaching walker. It was a mistake. He should've never let you go and rather just waste an arrow. Feeling the tears coming up in his eyes and witnessing more walkers storming the destroyed home they had built up, he screamed out your name from the top of his lungs for one last time. No response. No you. "Fuck!" He cursed, throwing his weapons to the ground and rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes - until a familiar voice spoke up behind him.

"Daryl!" The archer spun around. His gaze landed on a young woman with blonde hair. Beth. "I was trying to find the kinds to get them on the bus." Daryl shook his head. "I lost Y/N. I can't find 'er. I can't find 'er." Beth looked at him compassionately, taking his hand. "I'm so sorry, Daryl." The man was quiet for a moment, until he ripped his hand loose from the teenager's soft grip. "You gotta Beth, you gotta go. Get yourself to safety." The young woman's eyes widened. "No! I-I... What about you?" "I can't leave. I need ta find Y/N. I can't lose her." Beth frantically shook her head. "You can't, Daryl. If you stay, you're going to get yourself killed! There are too many walkers!" "Don care. Gotta find 'er." He wanted to walk past Beth, but she held him back with a hand pressed against his chest. "No! Y/N wasn't inside the prison. I didn't see her. You couldn't find her outside. What if she was inside the bus, or left already with someone else?" Daryl's eyes flickered, the gears in his head turning. "Please... If you go in there now and get yourself killed, Y/N is the one who is going to suffer. You don't want that, do you?" Daryl swallowed, shaking his head. "No." "See? Now come on. We have to go. We'll look for her, I promise!" He nodded and followed Beth, still not sure if this was the right decision.

Time passed. Day after day went by. While you, Tyreese and Judith found Carol on your way, Daryl lost Beth to god knows who and found Rick, Carl and Michonne somewhere on the way. They weren't you, but he was relieved to see that other members of his family had survived. Unfortunately, they didn't know what happened to you as well, leaving the archer still in the dark. It was torturous. But so it was for you.

At some point, you lost track of time, couldn't tell if the weeks had already turned to months or not. What you knew was, that the baby living inside you, must be there already for at least three months, since you lately started to show, having a small baby bump now. Carol quickly counted one and one together as well, making sure together with Tyreese that you were safe and protected.

Well... And then Terminus happened. While Daryl tried to stay alive with the others, Carol went on a rescue mission. You wanted to accompany her at all costs, but of course she didn't let you. She didn't want to risk your life and with that the baby's life as well. So, you stayed behind in that little hut with Tyreese and Judith, making sure that this strange man you took hostage didn't escape. Let's put it this way... Not every part of it went according to plan, but in the end everything turned out to be fine. More than fine, actually...

"I'm not digging around with this crap. We just made it out." "The fences are down. They'll run or die." Daryl listened in silence to the group and Rick's arguing, biting his lower lip - until he heard the leaves of the forest ground crunch, alerting him that someone - or most likely rather something must be there. He was right. But it wasn't something. It was someone. Carol. Daryl couldn't believe his eyes, seeing his best friend standing there, only a few feet away. He didn't think he would ever see her again. Not after she had been banished by Rick. But there she was. Daryl didn't hesitate, ran over to her and pulled her into a big hug. That attracted the others attention as well. Everyone was exhausted to the core, but undeniably happy to see Carol. Rick as well. He approached the two friends. "Did you do that?" Carol nodded meekly, on the verge of tears. Rick went immediately to hug her, wrapping both his arms tightly around his friend. "Thank you." The grey-haired woman retreated from the hug, smiling softly. "You have to come with me."

That was exactly what they all did. They followed Carol to the little hut… "They're back! Y/N they're back!" Tyreese exclaimed, watching their family approach the hut through one of the windows. "Really?!" You literally jumped up from where you sat on the ground beside Judith's makeshift crib. "Yes!" "Daryl! Can you see Daryl?!" Tyreese turned to face you, smiling. "Look for yourself." You sprinted to the window, seeing familiar and also a few unfamiliar faces. Among them, was Daryl. Seeing him kickstarted your heart, sending waves of pure happiness through your veins. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," you splattered out, before moving over to run out of the hut. "Daryl! Daryl!" The archer's eyes shot up, landing directly on you. For the second time within minutes, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had already lost hope, thinking he was never ever going to see you again. "Y/N..." He breathed out, letting his crossbow fall to the ground and running towards you, meeting you halfway in a hug. You literally jumped into his arms, wrapping both your arms and legs around him. "Daryl..." You sobbed, burying your face in his neck. "Y/N..." You could tell that Daryl was crying as well. His voice quivering and unsteady. The world around you faded. Just you and Daryl existed in that very moment. "I-I thought I lost you. I thought I was never going to see you again." You stammered, still clinging to him. "Me too. I couldn't find ya. I searched for ya, but I just couldn't find ya." "I'm here now." You whispered with a smile, peppering the skin on his neck with small kisses. "I am never going let ya out of my sight again, I promise. 'M gonna protect you better, I swear." You shook your head. "You always protect me as best as you can. This wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself, please. It was the Governor's fault. Nobody else's." Daryl just nodded against your shoulder, relieved that he had you back in his arms. That was everything what mattered in that moment. You held him for another while, before you untangled yourself from around your boyfriend and backed up a bit, just enough to look into his blue, greyish eyes. Though, one eye was slightly swollen and red. All in all, he looked quite battered and bruised, causing your heart to ache. Gently, you cupped his scruffy cheeks, looking at him with furrowed brows, worried. He noticed that of course, "M fine. Don worry." and started immediately to rub reassuring circles in the clothed skin of your hips with his thumbs. "You don't look fine, Daryl." The archer shook his head. "M fine, really. Jus' a black eye and a few cuts and bruises... How are you? You alright?" His question reminded you suddenly of the baby, growing in your womb. His baby. You swallowed. Now was the time to tell him, wasn't it?

"Y-Yes, I am, b-but there's something I need to tell you, I-" "We need to go." Rick's voice suddenly cut through the air, loud enough to catch both, yours and Daryl's attention. The archer looked at his brother, an arm still protectively wrapped around you. He hadn't noticed your small baby bump yet. "Yeah, but where?" He asked. "Somewhere far away from there," answered Rick, everybody shuffling around to get ready for moving along. Daryl nodded, thinking the same as Rick. "You two coming?" "Yes, just give us a minute. We'll catch up." You jumped to answer your friend, before Daryl could. You had to tell him. Now. "Alright. Just don't stay behind. We'll make sure to look out for you." You nodded, giving him a smile. "Thanks." The others went to follow Rick, leaving you and Daryl on your own - for now. The archer's gaze met yours again, fear and worry clouding his blue-grey orbs. "What is it?" Daryl asked, eyes suddenly widening. "You didn't get bit, did ya?!" You quickly shook your head. "No, no! It's not that! I didn't get bit!" He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out relieved. "Thank fuck. What is it then?" You took a deep breath. Now or never. "I-I'm pregnant." Daryl blinked, looking at you incredulously. "W-What?" You bit your lip, gently reaching for his hand and placing it on your small baby bump for him to feel. "I-I'm pregnant." An audible gasp left his lips; emotions getting stuck in his throat and tears blurring his vision. "P-Pregnant? Y-Yer pregnant?" You nodded, having to fight the tears once again as well. "Oh Y/N..." Daryl sobbed, engulfing you in another hug.

"Since when do you know?" You swallowed hard, knowing that this question would come. "A few days before the prison fell..." "W-What?" He was shocked. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I'm sorry. I-I wanted to, but I was so afraid because of what happened to Lori a-a-and I dunno... Before I could tell you, everything went south. I'm so sorry." "Damnit, Y/N... Jus' imagine what could've happen if you ended up alone out there? Ya could've died!" "But I didn't! I found Tyreese and Carol. They took care of me. They always made sure I was okay." Daryl scoffed, but took your hands into his. "Don scare the shit outta me again, woman, I swear…" You had to smile softly at his words, shaking your head, "Promise." and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him lovingly. "Let's catch up to the others. You stay close ta me. I don't want ya out of my sight, understood?" You nodded. "Yes, Sir." "Good." The archer intertwined your fingers with his, grabbed his crossbow and gently pulled you with him, in order to catch up to the others - what you did in the end. "So, you're not mad at me, that I'm, well... Pregnant?" Once again, he shook his head. "Why should I? This is wonderful, actually. Maybe not the best time, but we're gonna make this. Judith made it, too." You smiled up at him, your heart full and content with love. "I love you." "I love ya too, sunshine - and I promise I'm goin' to look after you and that kid."

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starberry-cupcake · 8 days

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I'm back! Thank you so much for your patience and your kind messages and comments ♥ you are so nice about my silly ramblings, I appreciate it a lot.

previously, on harrowsoup the ninth:

this happened

also I posted this and this as previews and this is the whole tag

currently, chapters 23-26:

"an atmosphere of greater unease had settled over the mithraeum"

aka the emperor's bolthole

btw, no kidding, harrow, I hadn't noticed the unease

so, harrow asks around about the herald situation

I have another deck with dragon heralds but I'm not gonna go on a card tangent this time (you're welcome)

everyone gives terrible and useless descriptions

emperor johnny boy says "Whenever they come I am bundled off to a sealed sanctum at the heart of the Mitrhaeum, so that their insanity can't touch me"

asshole coward awful man

harrobean is trying to ask why emperor asshat is so sure about her having to die and if there's no way she can make it

emperor johnny says yandere twin isn't that good at being a lyctor yet, even if she's surprising and that if he was still giving silly names, he'd name her "Saint of Awe"

harrow thinks "that had not quite suited Naberius"

get perpetually owned, chad

harrow also mentions not being able to remember things well

YOU THINK, HARROW?

"it was as though your brain had formed a scab over everything that had happened to you"

I don't think that scab is healing well

emperor johnny insists on the rapier

idk why they all insist on the rapier

gideon and camilla didn't like it and were the fucking best cavaliers ever

ARE, THEY ARE THE BEST CAVALIERS EVER

PRESENT TENSE

but anyway, at this point, it could very well be emperor johnbro has aesthetic demands

not like he'll explain anything

harrowbean sees not!dulcinea's door closed, which isn't usual

she second guesses a bit because she can't always trust what she sees and she remembers crux saying "you saw what you saw, Lady, and the only thing you control now is your reaction thereto"

I didn't like that old man, but that's pretty cool of him to say

harrow opens the door and sees this

alleged gideon the first aka ortus tells harrow to go away very calmly and in a way that is too nice for him, apparently

harrow is upset at the display in front of her salad and goes to complain to yandere twin

which is a terrible place to complain at because she's both into gossip and into kink

if you want someone to take this seriously, that's the last place to go to

"at least you know who's been moving her—so to speak"

this is what we get combining yandere twin and chad

I've used that gif twice for her already

I forgive her, though, because she says "god is a dickhead" and she's right

she also asks harrow to try to remember why emperor john god has given her the sword

and establishes that harrow previously did something to her jaw so that she couldn't tell her

that's going in the 3d model

CHAPTER 24

apparently people are being less mean to harrowbean because they're already mourning her

harrow says that alleged gideon the first aka ortus has the name ortus because "it was just a banal and uncomfortable coincidence, as though he'd carried the name of a dead childhood pet"

she believes that the name must have caught on in the ninth because anastasia must have like brought it in and named people after her pal

I think he's named gideon

and that our gideon is named after him because of direct relationship of some capacity, maybe to someone involved

I considered the mom, but it's uncertain

in any case, he has to die

so, harrow puts a lot of wards and safety things in her room

kind of like this

home alone styling it

but apparently alleged gideon the first aka ortus can bypass wards

much like the sleeper/waker

much like not!dulcinea

wards are basically pointless, I guess, at this point

so he goes into her bathroom when she's bathing because here in the emperor's bolthole, everyone's a disrespectful asshole

harrowbean says he's "a thanergy void" and "the ultimate nemesis of a bone adept"

he tries to kill her while she's looking like this

I want to give this child some cocoa and play a comfort movie for her, like "the bone collector"

she ended up using the teeth she lost in the fight as projectiles in his eyes and got him to leave

she ended up bloody, unmoving, wet, naked and collapsed on the ground to which yandere twin live reacted to and left

she could have given her a hand

or an arm

she decided alleged gideon had to die and ice cube barbie aka probably annabel lee agreed

when gideon was among us, there was not enough time for her to throw hands at people and here there's so many people she could be throwing hands at and she's not here to do so

camilla too, but camilla threw hands at martita in a way that was legendary enough

CHAPTER 25

harrow goes with the chisme to dr reverend professor emperor john

she says "I swear by the Locked Tomb"

to which he replies "I wouldn't swear by that in this instance"

which I sure hope doesn't mean anything nasty with my girl ice cube barbie annabel lee because I'm gonna kill this man

she might not be entirely alive (maybe she is, maybe she's just suspended or something) but she deserves better than this piece of work

then he says "well, that's unfortunate"

this man really knows how to handle a situation, huh

emperor john says that it's pretty unlikely that alleged gideon the first aka ortus was doing the dirty with not!dulcinea because he never showed interest before and is "legendarily unamorous"

that's another tshirt I need

I need that one and the witch one immediately

also, now we've got a problem

not just because my telenovela about how this man might or might not be related to our gideon got more convoluted

but also because if alleged gideon is aroace, I'm gonna have to stan

I don't make the rules over here, I have to stand by my people

I have a conflict of interest now

emperor john also says "you must think us all a depraved set of immortal criminals"

I mean yes, I do, but not because of sexy times with zombies

I'm not here to judge the sexytimes of necromancers and whatever they do in their spare time

I don't know the intricacies of consent with ghosts or whatever, I can't be imparting judgment

it's not that, emperor john

it's because you're unpleasant war criminals who are killing planets for fun

well, the war criminal part I don't have hard evidence on rn but the situation doesn't seem to be in the favor of these people

I feel like when this man talks about the overall situation I'm getting a speech from emperor palpatine

emperor reverend john asks harrow, who has been awake for 25 years, to go to sleep

yeah, sure, she should go to sleep and wait for this guy to come by and try to kill her for the millionth time

meanwhile, harrowbean keeps collecting hours without sleep like

she makes, at the request of emperor camp counselor john, soup for everyone

I don't remember if it was here or before and I forgot but, this is extremely important

they mentioned cassiopeia being the one who cooked before

cassiopeia the same one with the ceramics collection, if I'm remembering correctly

cassiopeia who was also from the sixth, I think

camilla's house

she's checking every single one of my boxes like a sniper

why isn't she here, we're stuck with the grumpy one and the senior chad

ANYWAY, at the mention of harrow cooking I thought, immediately, "that's an awesome way to kill this guy"

I was picturing more like a poison type situation, although I didn't know how that could be achieved

something like this

but I should have known poison was too subtle for harrowcita

like I established back when protozoa's head was found in her closet, subtle isn't harrow's style

so it was more like this

basically, harrow sectioned her tibia to put some in the soup and then she could necrobend it so that it attacked from the inside

if I'm getting it right

insane plan and I love it

emperor john shadyman says "ten thousand years since I've eaten human being, Harrow, and I didn't really want an encore."

were they snacking on people during the Resurrection???

did they kill people by making lunch?????

???????????????????????????????????????????

"you think we're bad because we have sexy times with ghoulies?? uwu" that's the least of my concerns johnny john man

harrow then breaks down and asks straight to his face WHY THE FUCK MUST SHE SUFFER LIKE THIS

she calls herself a nonsense

the only nonsense here is what this emperor man speaks

she tells him she hasn't slept in six days

for a sleep deprived plan, it was excellent tbh

emperor man over here asks yandere twin to take her to sleep

and then stays with mercygirl to whom he says it's insane that harrow could do what she did and how did mercygirl miss that

this is the situation, as I have previously established

augustine looks at harrow "as if he had seen the ghost of someone he did not particularly like"

alleged gideon the first aka ortus salutes her on her way out

he doesn't even have heartburn

CHAPTER 26

we're back on gideon-less canaan house because it's time for more people to die

in ways that make 0 sense at all for what we know so far

regina george twin is pushed to her death by mayonnaise uncle

sounds fake to me

like, come on

regina george twin can probably murder that feeble guy on sight

we saw her spar with gideon, she wanted to be the cav that chad ended up being

she might not be a necro but she can stand her ground in a physical fight

mayonnaise uncle without duracell bunny nephew is like a sweaty guy on an anime con complaining about girls ruining everything while buying a maid figurine

she can take him

anyway, he does that and he says to her "and somewhere out there, may all the blood of your blood suffer even a fraction of what I have suffered"

now, this is weird

is he talking about yandere twin?

he wants revenge because yandere twin obliterated him?

is yandere twin "out there"?

I'd say this might be limbo BUT CAMILLA ISN'T DEAD

harrow is going to him and he says "she has not remembered her end" "is this how it happens then?"

and then he yeeted himself into space

that's what I wanted to do with not!dulcinea all along

so, yeah, well, this canaan business is getting more complicated now that it's not just people being shot

people are throwing themselves and others into space

and the memories of harrow in the emperor's bolthole aren't completely lining up with these

and mayonnaise uncle seemed to have been more aware of things than others around here?? or maybe just more forthcoming??? in that cryptic otaku way of his

also, no camilla at all still

Things are heating up in the emperor's bolthole, hope to come back soon with another one and thanks for the patience, hope it was worth it.

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

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whiskeyghoul · 7 months

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All tied up || [Spencer Reid X f!reader] Pt.1

First time posting a fic here.

The idea of Spencer remembering all the shibari knots from a book gave me the incredible urge to start writing. This is part one and mostly setting up to part two where all the spicy stuff will happen.

Tags: Shibari, eventual smut, consent, (idk I am bad at tagging)

Part two

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"I actually heard it can be very therapeutic." Spencer Reid stood next to you as you were bent over a case file. The unsub would tie their victims up in intricate red rope, displaying them like a piece of artwork. Suspended in mid air their bodies hung from ceilings. You had made a comment under your breath as you watched the detail in the knots, nothing of interest. Either they'd been strung up post mortem, which seemed unlikely with the way their bodies were contorted. Or while the victim was alive and cooperating. Meaning the victims trusted the unsub.

You knew of shibari, had seen it once when you had stumbled upon it while researching a sexclub where a suspected unsub was picking his victims. It piqued your interest, seeing the knots tied carefully with enough slack to allow fingers to slip past the rope. The shapes accentuating the women's bodies, looks of content on their faces. You had quickly squashed the thought at the time. Not wanting to address your new found interest in the slightest. Hoping that if you didn't think about it it would go away. Unfortunately that hadn't been the case. You'd managed to find pictures of the beautiful rope designs people created and it only fed the flame growing inside you. But when Spencer made that comment as he looked over your shoulder. Something stirred inside. Like he knew what you'd been thinking about.

"I don't think they found this very therapeutic." You retorted, eyes focused on the paper again. If they hadn't been crime scene photos they could have been beautiful. Spencer placed one hand on the desk, the other on the back of your chair as he leaned over. The heat of his body radiating off of him. You kept your eyes on the papers, not daring to look up at your workplace crush. Who, in all his genius, was the most clueless person you'd met. "Right, I don't think they did. Still, it's interesting to see the great care the unsub took to present them this way. It’s like a piece of art, he takes pride in his work." Spencer commented, saying the words you'd just been thinking. "It could have been beautiful if not for the murder." you said a bit solemnly, not thinking about your words, still trying to figure out whether the unsub tied them up post mortem or not. Absentmindedly tracing your fingers over the ropes in one picture.

"Would you ever want to try it?" Spencer suddenly asked. Your head whipped around in surprise, staring at the man who was looking down at you. He was gauging your reaction, which now that you realize it, was way too obvious. He'd probably already caught on to the fact you'd been interested in shibari from the case before. A damn good profiler even if he was clueless about your feelings for him. "W-what? No, of course not." You lied, feeling heat creep up your neck as you averted your eyes from him. “Why would you say that?” You asked in turn, knowing he’d already caught you in your lie. “Just the way you said it could have been beautiful. I’ve read a book on it once…” The way Spencer said it was suggestive, knowing what he meant once he said he read a book on it once. He remembers it all, the knots, the ties. He was offering to help you get it out of your system. The way he trailed off made it non committal, it wasn’t a full offer but it was up in the air. If you wanted to go in on it he wouldn’t judge. “You have? Are you interested?” Your voice was low, barely above a whisper because you were still in the bullpen. Colleagues and teammates are still around to hear if you spoke too loudly. “We have Saturday off.” Spencer spoke, it wasn’t an answer but an invite. “We do.” You agreed, and that was it. “You could come over.” Spencer said, there was something in his voice. It was low and smooth. “I can. At 2?” You added before daring to look up at him again, he nodded his head with a slight smile. There was a flush on his face. “I’ll see you then.” He added, pushing himself off the table and returning to his own desk, your eyes following until he sat down.

Your mind was jumbled with thoughts about what could happen when you get to his place. Mentally you were still trying to grapple with the fact that he had invited you, but standing on the doorstep had been quite the wake up. You rang his doorbell and Spencer buzzed you in. You walked to the elevator, pressing the button and stepping inside to head to the second floor. Stepping out and walking past the other doors until you reached his front door. A deep breath. You raised your hand, a timid knock on the door that was opened just a second too quickly. Like he had been waiting for you. “Hey.” Spencer breathed out the word, a slight smile on his lips as he stared at you. You could feel your cheeks start to heat under his gaze. “Come in.” Spencer said as he stepped out of the way, letting you pass into his apartment. “Thanks.” You said as you observed your surroundings. You’d been in his apartment once before. It was lived in, slightly cluttered and warm. It smelled of books and coffee, some of his vices. His large leather couch was put to the side and the middle of his living room was currently a large open space. He’d prepared this. You swallowed thickly, knowing he’d taken care to get it all ready made you excited, a fluttering feeling settling in your stomach. The small bag you had taken with you was placed down next to the coat rack. Your jacket was slipped off your shoulders by Spencer, the motion making you look over your shoulder at him. He gave you a reassuring smile, warming your heart and soothing your nerves. “Do you want something to drink first?” He asked as he hung your coat away. “No, thank you.” You replied, wanting to get to it rather than stall. It would make you nervous again to wait. Wanting to get started almost immediately. “Alright, then let’s get started?” Spencer asked it, maybe to have clear confirmation that this was what you wanted. He fidgeted slightly, perhaps as nervous as you had been before. You nodded your head, the action seeming to calm Spencer slightly, his hands stopping from fidgeting. Instead grabbing the red rope that was laid out on a side table, pushed to the wall this time.

“How do we start?” You asked, having prepared by wearing a pair of soft shorts and a tank top. Spencer turned back to you, taking two strides before he was right in front of you again. Something in his eyes had changed from before. “Strip.” His tone was different, making a shiver run down your spine.

This was going to be interesting.

#Spencer Reid #Criminal minds #Criminal minds fic #Spencer Reid fic #Spencer Reid x reader #Spencer Reid x you #Spencer Reid smut #Shibari

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dearhargrove · 1 year

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True colors

Summary Ethan would always protect you. Even if he had to go against his family.

word count 1610

tags violence, blood, scream 6 spoilers, probably unrealistic but whatever :)

a/n idk but u couldn't stop thinking abt this so I wrote it heh. Pls enjoy 🫶🏻 also im morally this is very wrong and that he actually kinda coo coo towards the end of the movie but I'm delusional and gonna keep believing he was how he was most of the movie. Also yes the title is inspired by the song from the weeknd I'm sorry I couldn't think of anything else 😭

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You're standing in the middle of Sam and Tara as Bailey explains how he was the one behind all of this. You're just as shocked as the two sisters when Quinn takes off her mask and grins smugly.

The attention turns to the other Ghostface next and no one moves for a second. Bailey nudges him with a disgruntled look and they move, taking the mask off.

Your breath stops and your tears blur your vision as Ethan stands there, eyes desperate as he looks at you.

"No, no, no this can't be, please…" you cry out and shake your head, still in denial.

"(y/n)..." He tries and his voice sounds just as shaky and desperate as yours had seconds ago. "No, don't-", you're crying against Sam's shoulder as she cradles you against her protectively.

"Please, I never hurt you- I would never hurt you!" He tries again, and you can hear he's close to tears as well. You hiccup and wipe your eyes, turning around slowly.

"Ethan, you murdered one of my closest friends," he flinches as if he didn't know what he had done and you walk closer to him as anger takes over the absolute desperation you were feeling.

"That wasn't me!" He yells. Quinn interjects from behind him, proudly pointing to herself as she claims it as her own doing.

"Was this all fake to you? To get closer to Sam and Tara?" You ask, and when you're close enough, you look up and push him back with a hand on his chest, sneering. He tries denying it, "No, please, I really do love you!"

"If you did, you wouldn't have done any of this."

He chokes on a sob and chokes out another apology as his father speaks up. "You think he did anything? He was useless in this whole plan, kept saying how he couldn't hurt you, and how he would just kill Sam in the end instead of doing anything else." Bailey scoffs, and you frown.

Your head is basically exploding at this information. It certainly makes you feel less repulsed towards Ethan, but did it matter when he helped his father with this plan, anyway?

The boy in front of you hangs his head in shame, and you instinctively reach out to lay a hand on his shoulder in a reassuring motion, pulling back quickly after.

You were lost - you loved this boy, and you could easily tell when he was lying, just as you could tell he was being truthful about this. But still, he had also been an accomplice to two killers.

You definitely didn't trust him anymore - how could you? - but you couldn't just stop loving him. You turn to Sam with a lost expression, and she seems to understand, sighing.

There seemed to be a mutual agreement between you, and she huffed. She turns back to Bailey and Quinn, the two frowning at the closeness between you and Ethan.

"Get back here, boy," Bailey scolds, and Ethan sways, his fists clenching. "If you go now, every chance you have with me is gone."

He looks up again, and his expressive eyes meet yours. There's fear more than anything on his face, and he turns to look at his dad and sister before turning to you again.

He tilts his head with a frown and puts a hand on your cheek before pulling your body in front of his chest and holding a knife to your throat in one quick movement. You gasp and grasp his forearms, did he just act remorseful to kill you?

He leans forward, "Trust me," he whispers before taunting Sam and Tara about how they'd lose. Your heartbeat falters at the warmth, radiating off of him and the general comfort he gave you.

You give Sam a look, hoping she understands, but Tara is already off to fight Quinn, brick gripped tightly in her hand as she hits it over the other girl's head.

You wince at the resounding crack and turn to Sam hurriedly, Ethan walking backward with his eyes on his dad, who was watching with an approving smile. "See? Knew you could do something right, son."

Sam takes off to the man, leaving Ethan and you without any attention on you. He leads you to the back of the stage, curtain hiding you from sight.

You crouch down behind some furniture that was definitely rotting and look at him. His knife laid next to him as he kneeled next to you, anxiously surveying the area.

"Why'd you do it?" You whisper. You genuinely wanted to know. He exhales and settles his eyes on you for a moment before looking towards the doorway again.

"I... wanted dad to see me for me. Not just Richie's brother or an accomplice. As his son."

You feel remorse for him, your gaze softening, and you take his hand again, the familiar feeling making you feel less on edge. "I see you for what you've shown me of yourself. But I don't know if that was a lie. If… our relationship was even real." It hurts to say, but it's the truth - he was okay with killing, something he'd kept hidden from you for more or less good reason. What else did you not know about him?

He hesitates and fidgets with his hands, "At the beginning… at the party. I didn't have to get close to you. Dad said it'd be better if you trusted me since you're close with Sam and Tara so he wasn't against it, he just didn't tell me to do it." He starts.

"Did he tell you to get close to Chad and the others?" He nods solemnly and you hum, motioning for him to keep going.

"The more we talked the more I started liking you and.. he didn't like that." He frowns and looks around again before hurrying up, "I told him and Quinn not to hurt you and that if we had to kill you I'd do it. I would've never done that but at least they wouldn't have tried anything." He looks at you for a reaction and though you're shaken you're also surprised he was so adamant on keeping you safe from the beginning.

"Thanks," it's basically a question but he chuckles and shrugs, nodding.

"It wasn't hard to fall for you. I never really fit in so when you just went with everything I did and cared-" he smiles with a slight flush on his cheeks and under different circumstances you would've cooed at the endearing sight.

"I knew you would find out about this," he motions to his robe, "so I thought why not? And then I confessed. I never expected you'd like me back but you did," your heart clenches when he says 'did', as if he expects you to have stopped loving him in the short time you've known about all of this, "And I've never been happier than when I came to class and you were waiting somewhere for me."

His shoulders shake nearly unnoticeably but you still see it, and you watch as he hastily wipes his eyes.

"Oh, Ethan…" you mumble and pull him into a hug. He reciprocates it after a moment, his arms wrapping around your waist as good as he could with both of you kneeling in a dusty corner with the smell of rotting everything around.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he breathes and you place a hand on the back of his head. "I know," the moment is interrupted when two gunshots sound through the theater and the screaming goes silent.

He lets go of you and grabs his knife again. You wait with bated breath when footsteps start approaching and someone calls your names.

"Ethan- ah, there you are," Tara had a wound in her stomach, and there was blood splattered over her face. You smile in relief that she was, at least to an extent, okay, getting up to hug her.

She laughs, and you know it's pure relief that you were still alive. When you part, she turns to Ethan, who was standing off to the side with furrowed brows.

"You," she starts but you interrupt her. "He saved me. And he explained it. I know you don't trust him but please," she's conflicted and just stares at him, not wavering even as her older sister comes up behind her as well.

"Tara, it's okay. Trust her with this."

The younger girl huffs but nods, taking Sam's offered hand. "Listen, you tell the rest of the group the truth and the police that you were manipulated or whatever." She orders and he nods, quietly thanking her.

The pair of sisters walks away after that but not without Tara staring at Ethan with a harsh glare once more.

He shrinks even more into himself and you're somewhat glad he was still the shy bean he was before.

It took everyone some time but now, almost half a year later, you're sitting in Sam and Tara's apartment, having dinner together.

Ethan was sitting next to you, holding your hand under the table and talking to Chad. You smile happily and lean back in your chair, watching everyone interact calmly.

It had taken Mindy the longest to trust Ethan - though you're unsure if she does - but she tolerates him by now.

Your gaze falls back to your boyfriend, his fingers playing with your bracelet.

You don't think you'd ever be able to forget all of what happened back then but you stopped associating him with it quickly enough. Ethan turns to you with a confused head tilt, squeezing your hand in question. You just smile and lean against his shoulder.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream 6 #scream iv #scream #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #ghostface

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mixelation · 18 days

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i went into the itasaku tag and there's a lot of art of them with minato. (if you just went WTF WHY? it's because in the big favorite character poll that happened semi recently, they're the top 3 favorite characters.) anyway obviously i started to go "hmmm could that ship WORK though"

here is what i have so far

itachi and sakura accidentally time travel directly into the middle of the third shinobi war. this forces an unlikely team-up thing for survival.

i think itachi is so committed to his villain bit he would rather fuck himself over royally than team up with sakura. sakura is SLIGHTLY more likely to play nice but still needs dire circumstances as motivation. so maybe: they end up immediately in enemy territory with their konoha headband (sakura) and uchiha eyes (itachi) and become immediate targets. suddenly sakura is like "hey i need you to kill everyone" and instead of doing that itachi coughs up blood. she can point him at enemies though and he'll genjutsu them and that works great. like this

so sakura is like "okay i need your help as a more experienced ninja for my own survival" bc yeah sakura is a badass, but she's never had to go on the run before or fight more than a handful of ninja at once. meanwhile itachi is breathing better than he has in years after one (1) session with sakura and suddenly a temporary team up seems like a great idea. like yes he wants sasuke to kill him but in order for that to happen he needs to live long enough to un-time travel himself.

however. neither of them have any idea what's happening. they get into stupid nerd fights over details of historical events. they cite publications at each other. frequently it turns out both of them are wrong. they also argue over whether or not they should seek help from konoha

sakura: you don't have to TELL the uchiha you murder them all in the future???? just use your fancy eyes to legitimize being an uchiha so they believe us!

itachi: (silent internal emoting)

meanwhile jiraiya has picked up on the most INSANE rumors of a tsunade impersonator smashing forests and mountains and shit. she may or may not have an even worse orochimaru impersonator with her. jiraiya sends minato to investigate.

there's a lot of fanboy debate over if minato could beat itachi in a fight. and for the purposes of this fic, i'm going to say: yes, yes he can. and it's incredibly upsetting for both itachi AND sakura

minato, to sakura, while sitting on itachi: okay so if you ARE an impersonator, your tsunade costume is really bad

sakura: (TERRIFIED SILENT SCREAMING?)

minato: but your jutsu impersonation is pretty spot on.....?

minato: (looks down between his knees at itachi) did you do that with your..... sharingan....... mr. uchiha bastard?

itachi: (has never been more confused in his life. he's never lost a fight this bad. he assumed losing a fight this bad would mean he'd die. he's not confused about being called a bastard though. that just happens.)

then idk. maybe they tell minato they're time travelers and he takes them back to jiraiya. the mood is very "minato is strong and hot and friendly. this is both sakura and itachi's type they didn't know they had. but also. help."

jiraiya: hmmm well, this one's obviously an uchiha, but YOU need to prove you're really tsunade-hime's apprentice. tell me...... what are her measurements

sakura: (pulverizes a boulder with her bare fist) does that answer your question or should i demonstrate on something else ( :

jiraiya: wow it's a mini-tsunade no further questions!!!!

i think i want minato to be in the 18-19 range so it's right around the time of itachi's birth. they decide itachi and sakura shouldn't go to konoha to reduce time travel shenanigans, such as accidentally preventing their own births. it seems like itachi would especially be at risk for butterfly effecting himself

sakura: (thoughtful expression)

itachi: no.

sakura: i don't say anything!

minato: ???? aren't you allies?

sakura: inside joke :) don't worry about it :)

so minato ends up their konoha proxy. he goes and researches un-time traveling them and then shows up and acts.... really charming? like when minato tells you everything will be okay, you believe him. and he's SMART and HANDSOME and once SETTLES AN ARGUMENT OVER WHERE THE RICE COUNTRY CAPITAL, WHICH MOVES ON AVERAGE EVERY THREE MONTHS DURING THE WAR, CURRENTLY IS. he's not even condescending that they're both wrong. itachi keeps thinking about him wrestling him down into submission and he doesn't know why. sakura is rethinking her personal definition of "dreamy"

sakura after minato leaves: this is SO upsetting. he's not even my type. i like dark and brooding.

itachi: what

sakura: DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT

and theeeen...... maybe they both get so sexually frustrated over minato they have sex with each other, idk don't worry about it

#itasaku #itachi/sakura #itachi/sakura/minato kind of i guess

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fettuccin-e · 7 months

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Pretty, So Pretty

Kinktober Day 9: Pegging

Tags: Poe Dameron x Reader, afab!reader (no gendered pronouns), pegging, strap-on usage, kind of sub!Poe, oral (r!recieving), idk I see poe's bubble butt and i go crazy i don't know what to tell you (w/c: 910)

A/N: So I know that pegging is not everyone's thing but it is definitely mine okay because have you seen oscar isaac's ass?? How do you see that and not want to tap that okay. (I am using prompts from this list by flightlessangelwings!)

Stars, he’s pretty. So fucking pretty.

He pretends to hate it when you call him that, his cheeks flushing red, swatting your hands away and chuckling. But you know the truth.

“Perfect, baby, just like that,” you croon, and Poe whines beneath you, body twitching uncontrollably with the compliment. “So pretty like this, Poe.” You thrust deep, enraptured by him as he writhes against the sheets, practically glowing in the soft light of your bedroom.

It’s taken you both a while to get here. For Poe to submit to you like this. You know that it was hard for him at first, letting you take control, letting you own the most intimate parts of himself. But you also know how much he needed it, how much he still needs it. He holds the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders, calling the shots, making the tough decisions when no one else will. And this, in the comfort of your shared bed, is where he can let it all go. Let you take care of him, let you fuck him until every thought and worry flies from his mind.

His skin glistens with sweat as he moans for you, and stars, you feel lightheaded just looking at him. Your harness wraps tight around your thighs, a dildo that you had him pick out just for nights like these attached to it. He gasps like he can’t fucking breathe every time you fuck into him, his thick fingers digging into the sheets. You ache with how hot he looks, how you’re the only one that gets to know him like this.

You lean forward, grabbing his hands in yours and pulling them up above his head, meeting him for a long, obscene kiss that has you both moaning. You shift your hips, angling just a little differently, and Poe’s back rockets up like he’s been struck by lightning. You grin, knowing you’ve found that perfect little spot inside him that drives him wild, and hammer your hips forward into it, again and again and again.

“Maker, ah- fuck!” Poe moans, his hips twitching as you fuck him so hard, so good, that tears spring to his eyes. He doesn’t trust anyone to see him like this, to have him like this, but you make him feel so pretty, even when he’s ripped apart and ruined beneath you.

“Good boy, Poe,” you murmur, “you’re doing so good for me.” His head spins at the praise, and you only fuck into him deeper.

“Please, please,” he whines, not even sure what he’s begging for. But you smile anyway, thrusting in at that same angle, that same pace that makes him feel like he’s losing his fucking mind.

“C’mon baby, do you want to cum?” you say, releasing one of your hands from his iron-clad grip and tracing it down his heaving chest, over his stomach, taut with tension. Your dexterous fingers draw so close, so infuriatingly close to his cock, red and leaking against his skin. “All you have to do is ask.”

Maker, had he known it was that easy, he would have asked, no, he would have pleaded, ages ago.

“Fuck, baby, please. Please let me cum. Please, please, please-” He moans, hips rolling against yours. You wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him in time with your devastating thrusts into him, and he’s gone. His back arches beautifully, his eyes clenched shut as his cock throbs, painting his stomach with his cum.

“Stars,” you breathe, eyes wide and watching him twitch through the aftershocks of his orgasm, “you’re so pretty, Poe.” You chuckle softly as he somehow flushes even redder at the compliment.

You lean down to kiss him as you pull out of him, hoping to distract him from the discomfort. You can’t help but smile against his lips as his hands come down from above his head to cradle your face. Thank you, he says with his kiss, I love you. You hope that he can feel every bit of adoration you have for him through the way you kiss him back.

You loosen the harness around your hips, slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor behind you as you lean down to curl your fingers into his hair, licking into his mouth like you’ll never get enough.

“Good?” you whisper against his lips, and you can feel his gorgeous, beaming smile.

“Perfect,” he breathes. You settle against his warm body, breathing against him.

“But,” you hear him say, and you don’t have time to react before he’s wrapping you in his arms, rolling you over until he gazes down at you from above in an entirely new position. He pecks you on the mouth, once, twice, every bit the cocky, fun-loving pilot you know and love.

You can only watch as he crawls down your body, licking and sucking little marks as he goes, before he finally settles between your thighs. You feel your body flush with heat, looking at him with his curls sticking to his forehead, his lips bitten ruby red.

“I definitely haven’t gotten my fill yet,” he croons, and you can only moan as he lowers his mouth to where you’re throbbing, aching for him. He licks a long stripe against your cunt, tongue teasing around your neglected, needy clit, and you can’t help how you tremble at the feeling of it.

“So fucking pretty for me, baby,” he murmurs into your skin.

#poe dameron has an ass that kills #also he has fuck me eyes #love him for that #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x y/n #star wars x you #star wars x reader #star wars smut

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m00nsbaby · 8 months

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You think you can write some Steven angst. So basically reader and steven love each other very much and are exclusive. But one day reader sees the body with a women and is so sad. But they try to forgot about it and be happy with him. But their friends send photos of the body with other women( could be Layla or random idk which ever hurts more.) Reader starts to distance themselves. Not cuddle as much, pulling away, saying they busy. But reader comes to the apartment because they live together. And the body is in the bed with a women. And you can write what happens next. Whether steven knows about the other two or has no clue.

hurting steven? that's my cup of tea 😈

Ground control.

Steven Grant x reader.

Tags & warnings. Angst, cheating but not at all. ? Mentions of Marc Spector.

Word count. 2.4k

Summary.

Now I think we've lost it all, There's nothing to explain the distances anymore. All systems are critical, Can't find my way back to you. Feels like there's nowhere to go, I'm just out here waiting for you say; "Don't be afraid, no."

All the signs were there.

Being an avid fan of romantic dramas, you knew by heart the signs of infidelity, but you never counted on Steven Grant breaking every law of logic you had memorized before him and his presence in your life.

Someone who looked at you that way couldn't be lying to you.

"Where were you yesterday?" You extended your arms to him, and he immediately understood the message.

You always worked so well.

Steven hugged you, his entire weight pressing down on you, and you complained only about the pressure, not necessarily because you didn't like it. You laughed.

"I was at the museum, lovey. Why?"

"And after that?"

Still resting on top of you, he propped himself up on one arm so he could face you. He had that confused expression on his face that combined with his usual smile.

He genuinely seemed confused.

"I came home, why?"

You decided to drop the subject there, whether as a silly or rational choice. There was nothing wrong with both of you keeping certain things hidden, right? Maybe the girl he was with the day before was just a friend.

And even though logic told you that Steven Grant didn't have many friends, you pushed those thoughts out of your head when you kissed his lips.

"I love you." Your hands cradled his cheeks, and without him being aware, you analyzed his face, hoping to find some kind of micro-expression that would betray his lies.

His little eyes sparkled, his smile widened until those tiny wrinkles you loved so much formed. You could even swear he blushed at the intimacy of the situation, even after 6 months of living together.

He made you doubt your own judgment because even though your eyes had clearly registered what they had seen, when Steven looked at you like that, you were convinced.

He couldn't be lying.

You quickly forgot the issue, even when you came home early and didn't see him there, or when you felt him leave the bed in the early morning. You knew everyone around you thought you were foolish, but you always preferred to call it rational.

Would you forget the love of your life just because Steven had a female friend? Nah, that option was never on the table.

Unfortunately, your friends didn't forget as quickly as you did.

"Is this the girl from last time?"

Attached to the text message was a photo of Steven with the mysterious girl.

Your stomach churned.

"Are you crazy? Don't photograph my boyfriend like that! It's weird, hahaha."

The forced laughter was a way to cover up how suddenly hurt you felt.

Now, in the solitude of your apartment, you had the opportunity to look at the photo until your eyes hurt. Zooming in on the girl's face, her beautiful curly hair, and her deep brown eyes looking at Steven in a way that seemed disgustingly familiar to you.

Steven, on the other hand, had a barely visible face in the photo, and that was killing you. You would have loved to zoom in on his eyes and finally dispel the doubt about whether that tiny glint of brightness was there.

That would have confirmed or discarded any theories you might have had.

The sound of the door almost gave you a heart attack. You dropped your phone, which bounced on the floor as if you had thrown it on purpose.

"I'm home!" He always did that, and for as long as you could remember, it had brought a smile to your face.

Except now, of course. As if the damage wasn't enough, you stepped on your phone to hide it under your shoe.

"What are you doing here?" He entered, laughing, as carefree as ever.

As Steven as ever.

"I was…" You cleared your throat; suddenly, it felt like you were short of breath, but you smiled. It was foolish of you to assume that Steven hadn't noticed you were acting strangely.

When he approached to kiss you, you turned your face, and his lips landed on your cheek.

There was a citrusy scent on his clothes, completely opposite to your sweet perfumes.

Both of you faltered in your smiles; you couldn't stop thinking about his escapades between work, if he was even still going, and Steven trembled at the mere thought of your rejection.

Maybe you just weren't in the mood.

His theory was confirmed when you turned your back on him in bed.

Steven figured that the honeymoon period was over because he could swear you had been in a bad mood all week.

Not that it bothered him at all. He remembered quite clearly all the times he had promised you that he would never leave, no matter how tough things got, and he also remembered that you had done the same on multiple occasions.

And the truth was, this was nothing to him; something as small as this would never make him consider leaving you. If anything, it was more about the fact that he understood he had to work harder to be okay with you.

You were worth the effort, and besides, he really didn't know what had you acting this way; there could be a million reasons behind it, and probably any of them made sense.

"Look." It was the first thing he said when you entered the apartment.

He was there early, which was a good sign.

"I saw it on my way here." Your eyes focused on the bouquet of roses he held in his right hand and then offered to you along with his best smile.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and although you would have loved to hide your smile, it was impossible for you.

"It's beautiful, Steven." It had been a while since you alternated between his nicknames and his name. He had to confess that he didn't like not always being "my love," sometimes he was just "Steven," but he would deal with it.

Your smile was worth it; he saw you genuinely happy for once in what had been quite some time for both of you.

And although the kiss you gave him on the lips was very quick and short, he felt well rewarded for his small gesture.

Over time, the situation became difficult for him to deal with, and not precisely because Steven wasn't a patient man, but because panic could consume him quickly when it came to his self-esteem.

He was never shy about expressing how much he loved you, verbally, through actions, even in writing, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to you that your rejection meant constant blows to his heart.

He felt cold at night when you refused to hug him back or when you pushed him away slowly until he let go, you stopped welcoming him home with a kiss or rather stopped welcoming him at all, there were days when he would find you asleep when he arrived.

Regardless of whether the sun hadn't fully set yet.

You had also stopped responding to his "I love you." If he was lucky, maybe you would murmur a small "me too." Only if he was lucky.

"I finished another book." He tried to get your attention with a sad smile, and you looked at him over your laptop.

Turned out, Steven and you had this habit where your motivation to read was him. He finished books in days and made the silliest and funniest annotations anyone could imagine; you refused to read books involving Egyptian mythology if they hadn't passed through Steven's hands before.

"I don't think I have time these days." Lie. You had more time than you would like. "Maybe you can lend it to someone else."

Your boyfriend had a collection of similar comments that you had made before stored in his memory, and he wondered what he wasn't understanding.

Were you suspecting something about him?

Steven refused to believe it.

Why? Simply because it didn't make sense, not when his life revolved around his job, the apartment he shared with you, and you.

It would be bonkers to simply assume something like that.

"Just tell me what I'm doing wrong." He was almost sobbing as both of you had the argument of your lives.

You couldn't remember ever hearing Steven raise his voice before, and he couldn't recall ever hearing you so upset, specifically with him.

His questions were pushing you to the limit; he had such an incredible way of pretending he had no idea what was going on that you felt like you were about to explode. You didn't have the strength to tell him in your own words what you knew was happening. The least you hoped for was that Steven would be brave enough to tell you he was having an affair.

"It's her, Steven!" You broke down; your hands were rubbing your face desperately.

And he didn't understand, of course he didn't.

His lower lip trembled in a pout.

"Who, love?" His broken voice made you tremble in your place. "What are you talking about? Just tell me, and we'll figure out how to fix it."

And the cycle repeated itself. You didn't have the strength to refute Steven when he seemed so bewildered by your questions.

That night, you slept in his arms for the first time in a long while, and everything felt like trying to connect two puzzle pieces that didn't fit together. Both stressed, in pain, and with tears in your eyes, wondering how to fix this.

How could you deal with the love you had for him while each day he found new ways to break your heart?

Everything exploded on an ordinary Wednesday as you were returning from work.

When you noticed that the apartment door wasn't locked, you swallowed hard, expecting the worst. What if you walked in and all your stuff had disappeared? Neither you nor Steven were in a position to take extra shifts.

You mustered up the courage and took a step inside, better now than never. You chose to be silent, just in case someone was still inside, and you had to make a quick escape.

Of course, within seconds, the sounds coming from your shared bedroom immediately shattered any theories involving burglars or anything similar. However, this situation somehow turned your stomach even more.

Your hand trembled, your whole body trembled.

Before entering the bedroom, you already knew what you would find, and yet you had to verify it with your own eyes because in your mind, you still believed that your Steven would never be capable of doing something like this to you.

But there he was, still wearing the clothes he had left in that morning, on top of the mysterious girl, the one with beautiful curly hair and chocolate eyes that you could even identify as 'precious.'

"Steven!?" You screamed, finally pulling him out.

"Fuck." It was the only thing he could mumble as he got up from bed.

Had it been stupid on Marc's part to do something like this? Definitely, but the thing was, this game of the two lives was beginning to get out of control. There came a point where he couldn't keep lying to Layla about where he was staying.

You should have noticed that your things were hidden when you arrived.

The framed photographs were facing downward.

"You're the… biggest fucking idiot." you muttered as best you could, tears overflowing from your eyes to the point where neither of them was visible to you. Your legs threatened to give way as you turned to leave.

Marc followed you with the intention of giving you an explanation, even with a deeply confused Layla behind him.

What he didn't account for was that the stress of the moment would cause an immediate switch with Steven. He was there as always, protecting him from an emotional blow while he destroyed Steven's life.

He stumbled to his knees, but his hand still clung to your arm, partly for stability and partly to try to keep you from leaving, because when it came to you, his body reacted automatically.

"Let go of me!"

You couldn't see it, but he was constantly blinking, trying to adjust to the room's light. He felt nauseous as his body tried to understand that he wasn't in the museum as he had believed for a while.

"Love?" He stammered, confused, and you pulled your arm away again. "What are you doing?"

It didn't take him long to understand, though. His disheveled clothes, his racing heart, and Layla's confused gaze behind both of you seeming to be on the verge of exploding.

"Marc?" Her voice made him tense even more. Why did it sound so familiar? "Who is she? What's going on?"

You ignored him because at that moment, you managed to break free of his grip. He was basically chasing you, and it was pushing you to your limits.

"I don't want to see you." You mumbled, quickly grabbing your belongings, money, your cell phone, your charger.

Yes, that one was shared with Steven.

"You don't understand, love, I didn't…" He could barely form coherent sentences; he was only sure that he didn't want to let you go.

And yes, even with the scene you were causing, he followed you out of the apartment.

"I don't get it, I don't know what… It's… I don't know what happened." He sounded terrified, and you wondered to what extent he would keep this facade up.

"Please let me go," you said with a trembling voice as your free hand pushed open the building door. "Steven, you're hurting me." You had wanted to say those words for months.

Only then was he able to loosen his grip.

"Don't look for me, please, I beg you, let me be alone." You managed to put together that sentence without looking at him. Maybe you would regret it if you saw that pained expression again.

He let you go with a horrible headache, feeling like he was about to faint. He sat at the foot of the stairs, both hands covering his face, and his tense body suffering uncontrollable spasms from crying."

Steven didn't stop looking for you, even though a physical encounter became impossible when no one told him where you were staying.

You had to change your phone number when your phone wouldn't stop ringing as soon as you turned it on. Millions of calls and millions of text messages.

Of those, only one caught your attention.

"I'm sick, I finally understand."

And underneath, another message.

"Can we talk? I can explain everything, love, please."

You deleted it along with the rest, and after turning off the phone, you placed it face down in the drawer that had become its permanent home.

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gotham--fc · 3 months

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Sleeping With the Enemy - A Marie-Philip Poulin Imagine

Requested by @simp4panos (sorry idk why the tag isn't working): R is Hilary's younger sister and dating MPP and Hilary isn't happy when she finds out and tries to fight MPP on the ice but MPP won't because she knows it's R's sister

This is neither of the fics I’ve been working on because I’m physically incapable of finishing what I started so I decided to start and finish something completely new so sorry to those waiting on another Hilary fic I’m fighting a war against my own brain rn

I don't speak french so I googled translated stuff so I hope it's not too bad, I also tried to look up like specific Quebecois phrases and things so hopefully the quebecois who see this don't hate me for it

When Hilary enters her little sister’s apartment, she expected a lot of things. She expected to be tackled with a hug. She expected to have silly string sprayed in her face. Hell, she half expected her sister to be sleeping, having forgotten Hilary was coming.

She didn’t expect to see her sister wearing a BU sweater with Poulin stitched across the back. Or Marie-Philp Poulin in her sister’s kitchen. Or Marie-Philip Poulin kissing her sister.

“What the hell?!”

“Hil!” Y/N snaps around.

“Hilary, que faites-vous ici?”

When Hilary signed with Boston, she knew it wasn’t a guarantee that Y/N would get drafted by them too. She thought there was a good chance. After all, who didn’t want both Knight sisters on their team? They were an unbelievable pair, their chemistry on the ice coming naturally after growing up playing hockey together. They went to Wisconsin together, albeit, different years, but they’ve been on teams together both national and not for their whole lives.

It didn’t pan out, and it was disappointing, but not the end of the world. Y/N ended up in Montreal, and Hilary was kind of exciting to play out the Boston-Montreal rivalry with her sister.

Hilary came up to Montreal to help Y/N unpack and get settled. They got to explore Montreal a bit together before Hilary had to head back to Boston. Before Hilary left, Y/N gave her a key to her place, for whenever she was in the city. That was the way things were with them, they had keys to each other places and an open invitation to come over and stay whenever. Hilary is staying at the team hotel technically, but everyone knows she’s going to spend most of her time that she’s not with her team with Y/N.

Which is why she’s here. She dropped her stuff off at the hotel and grabbed an overnight bag to come stay at Y/N’s. They play later tonight, so Hilary is going to drop her bag off and spend some time with Y/N before they’re both required at the rink and then head back with Y/N after the game. And now she’s face to face with Marie fucking Philip Poulin.

“What the fuck is this? What the fuck is going on?”

“Hil, I thought… I thought you weren’t getting in until later,” Y/N says.

Hilary looks between Y/N and Poulin. Y/N looks shocked, nervous almost. Poulin looks fucking guilty.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my sister?” Hilary says. She focuses all her energy on Poulin. “What the fuck are you doing here? Get the fuck out, stay away from my sister.”

“Hilary,” Y/N says, a hint of desperation in her voice, “I wanted to tell you, I swear I was going to, I just… Let’s talk about this.”

“Je devrais partir,” Poulin says quietly, “Tu devrais parler à ta sœur seule.”

“What?” Y/N turns to Poulin and touches her arm. It takes everything in Hilary not to storm over there and put herself in between Poulin and her sister. “No. It’s alright, it’s alright, you don’t have to go.”

Hilary didn’t even know her sister knew French.

“J'aggrave les choses,” Poulin says, “Je te verrai ce soir. À bientôt, ma petite blonde.”

Poulin leaves without a word to Hilary. Hilary’s stare follows her out the door, then stays staring at the closed door Poulin just left out of.

“Please don’t be mad,” Y/N says, “I was going to tell you, I just… I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

“What are you doing?” Hilary turns to face Y/N. “Are you crazy? You could date anyone and you pick her?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“God, Y/N,” Hilary rubs her temples, her frustration growing steadily since she walked in the room, “Captain Canada. Unbelievable,” Hilary scoffs, “Is this why you’re in Montreal? Did your girlfriend pull some strings and get you drafted here? You’d rather play here with her than in Boston right? It’s not enough for you to play for my rival team you have to sleep with them too?”

“Hilary!” Y/N cries, “It’s not like that!”

“Whatever,” Hilary shoulders her bag and heads for the door, “I’m not doing this.”

Hilary leaves, ignoring Y/N’s yells after her. Hilary heads back to the hotel, to the dismay of her roommate, Hannah Brandt, who thought she had the room to herself for the night. Hilary throws her bag on the ground and throws herself onto the closest bed.

“You good?” Brandt asks. Hilary huffs in response. “You get in a fight with her or something? I thought I wasn’t going to see you until game time.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Hilary snaps. A beat. And then: “I walked in on her and Poulin. I can’t fucking believe it! Why couldn’t she pick anyone else? Why does it have to be fucking Poulin? It’s bad enough she’s fucking here when she should be in Boston, but now I find out she’s bedding the Canadian team behind my back! And who does Poulin think she is? She thinks she can just… just… date my sister? She’s Canada’s fucking captain, she fucking embarrasses us at every tournament, isn’t that enough for her?”

“I thought we weren’t talking about it,” Brandt says, “But seriously Knight, what’s wrong with Poulin? Sure she’s Canadian, but she’s not evil. And don’t you want your sister to be happy?”

“Not with her!”

“I don’t know what to say Hil,” Brandt says, “You can skulk about it all you want but you better be ready to play tonight.”

***

During warmups, Hilary can sense Y/N’s eyes on her. Y/N has been trying to get her attention ever since Hilary got to the rink and Hilary won’t give it to her. Hilary’s pissed. She’s not going to let it go that easy. Everyone can tell she’s in a mood. She’s whipping shots at Frankel, jabbing her stick at teammates in 2-on-1s. They give her a wide berth in the locker room and Hilary knows it’s not how she should act as a captain, but she doesn’t care and honestly, if she has a fire game because she’s pissed then that’s all that matters.

The game starts and Hilary zones in on Poulin. She doesn’t give her an inch of space or time. Every time Poulin is on the ice, Hilary is too. She watches Poulin jump on the ice and she screams at her teammates to change so she can get on. She presses Poulin up against the boards, she bodies her out of the faceoff circle, even though Poulin wins most of the draws. It all comes to a head when Poulin goes in for a shot and Frankel stops it and Poulin jabs at her to try and knock the puck loose.

Hilary doesn’t think. She has no idea what she’s going to do until she’s on Poulin and she’s grabbing her by the neck and pulling her back. Poulin wrests herself loose and Hilary keeps going. She charges at Poulin, shoves her, gets up in her face, and if the refs weren’t there to pull her back, Hilary thinks she might’ve actually thrown a punch. Poulin skates towards her as the refs pull her back and Hilary tries to reach over the refs to get her, until she realizes Poulin isn’t going for her. Poulin is pushing her own teammates back, putting herself in between them and Hilary.

She’s protecting Hilary.

“Arrêt, arrêt,” Hilary can hear Poulin saying. Hilary knows enough French to know what that means. The refs pull her away and towards the penalty box. Hilary pulls her eyes away from Poulin and catches the heartbroken look on her sister’s face.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” Y/N says, “You always do this.”

“Wait, Y/N,” Hilary tries to follow her, but the refs stop her.

“Let’s go Knight, any more of this and we’ll give you a game misconduct.”

Hilary watches from the penalty box as her sister and Poulin talk on the ice. She watches her teammates watch her. She watches two minutes of play go by before she’s let back on the ice. For the rest of the game, Hilary tries to behave. She stops going after Poulin. She wants to, but she knows her sister will never forgive her. She can’t get the way Y/N looked out of her head. The last thing Hilary wants to do is hurt her sister.

After the game, the players shake hands and normally Hilary and Y/N would hug, but Y/N just pats Hilary on the shoulder and keeps skating. Hilary skates off the ice and goes into the locker room. Boston won in OT and Hilary should be happy. She should be celebrating with her team, but she’s not feeling it. She changes out of her gear and leaves the locker room without showering. She’ll go back and shower but she needs a minute away from everyone’s cheers.

“Knight.”

Hilary wants to groan. Fucking Poulin.

“Your sister is very mad at you right now,” Poulin says.

“Gee thanks,” Hilary says, “Didn’t pick up on that.”

“She is mad because you fought me on the ice. She’s not very happy with me right now either.”

“You didn’t do anything,” Hilary mutters, “It was all me.”

“Oui, she knows this too. She wants us to get along and we’re not and it’s making her upset.”

“Why can’t you just be a bitch?” Hilary asks, “It’s a lot easier to hate you when you’re not being so nice to me.”

“Why do you want to hate me? Because I am dating your sister?”

“She didn’t even tell me!” Hilary snaps, “I thought we were closer than that. I thought she trusted me. I thought if anything was going on with her that she would tell me. I don’t even know what I did. I told her right away when things got serious with Britt. I tell her everything and I thought she did too. I don’t… Why didn’t she tell me?”

“You’re hurt that she kept it from you, non?”

“Yeah, whatever. How long has this been going on? Did you get her drafted here?”

“That was a, uh, how do you say, happy accident. We… We’ve been seeing each other since Worlds, but nothing very serious. She was in Minnesota and I was in Montreal and long distance is very hard. Things got a little more serious over the summer. Then the league was announced and things started moving and she did not want to start anything when we didn’t know where we would be playing or living. I did not ask for her to be drafted here, but she was and then we knew we were going to be in the same place and things got more serious. We’ve been officially dating since November. She wanted to tell you but she did not want to say it over the phone and she said it felt too soon to say anything over Christmas and to be honest you don’t handle news well.”

“Okay well how am I supposed to act when my little sister tells me she’s dating my enemy?”

Poulin laughs.

“We are not really enemies, you know that. I apologize for how you found out, and I hope you can forgive me for that. I love her, you understand, and I have not told her that, but you should know. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Do you really mean that?” Hilary asks, “You really love her?”

“I do.”

“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?”

“Oui. Not a doubt in my mind. She loves you very much.”

“I think we should start this over again,” Hilary says. Poulin looks confused until Hilary holds out her hand. “Hi, I’m Hilary Knight, Y/N’s older, cooler, sister.” Poulin’s face lights up as she takes Hilary’s hand.

“Marie-Philip Poulin, Y/N’s girlfriend.”

“Can you tell her not to leave without me?” Hilary asks, “And maybe all three of us can grab dinner tonight? I… I want to get to know you, as my sister’s girlfriend, and not as someone I try to kill on the ice.”

“I would be very happy to.”

Hilary goes back into the locker room, showers, congratulates her team on the game and takes on the ‘Captain’ role she’s supposed to. She manages to convince Keller to bring her stuff to the hotel and take it up to her room. She waits outside the locker rooms for Y/N and Poulin. She hopes Y/N isn’t too mad. She hopes Y/N agrees to dinner and she hopes it won’t be awkward and stilted. Hilary watches Y/N approach.

When Y/N gets close enough she gives Hilary a good shove in the chest that makes Hilary stumble back a few steps.

“You’re a real ass, you know that?” Y/N says. Hilary doesn’t argue. “You’re buying,” Y/N says as she pokes her finger at Hilary’s chest where she just shoved.

“Seems fair to me,” Hilary says.

They head to a restaurant Hilary’s never heard of, but Y/N swears by, and the whole menu is in French and Hilary feels embarrassed to ask for an English one, so she tries to discreetly google translate the dishes. The waiter comes and Poulin speaks in rapid French to him and he returns with a bottle of wine. He pours them each a glass and Hilary takes a sip and realizes this dinner might cost her more than she bargained for. There’s no way this bottle is cheap.

He speaks in French again and Hilary has no idea what he says, and then Poulin says something and hands him her menu, then Y/N does the same, and he’s asking for her order, and Hilary has no idea what the menu says. When she hesitates, Poulin speaks to him again and then he takes her menu and leaves.

“Tell me she didn’t order me snails or something,” Hilary says to Y/N.

“You’re not in France Hilary,” Poulin says, “This is Montreal.”

“That doesn’t help,” Hilary turns back to Y/N, “You’re being mean, you know I can’t speak French.”

“She didn’t order snails,” Y/N says.

Hilary takes another sip of wine. Poulin says something to Y/N in French and if Hilary hasn’t been making an ass of herself all night she might’ve said something about it. Instead she stays quiet and hopes this isn’t how the rest of the night will go.

“Hil,” Y/N says. Hilary looks up and realizes Poulin isn’t at the table anymore. “Marie told me you guys talked, after the game. What the hell was that?”

“I…” Hilary feels herself flush with shame. “I shouldn’t have acted like that. I guess I just felt like… if you weren’t telling me about your life in Montreal, then maybe you didn’t need me to be your big sister anymore. And I convinced myself it was her fault so I took it out on her. It’s my fault. If I’ve done anything to drive you away–”

“I’ll always need my big sister,” Y/N says, “Yes, you can be annoying and overbearing and overprotective, but I love you. I didn’t tell you because when I first made the national team with you, you warned me not to get mixed up with the Canadians. And then I wasn’t going to tell you over the phone. And at Christmas, you were with Britt and I wasn’t ready to be open about it yet.”

“I thought you realized I was joking about the Canadian thing, given how many of us were shacking up with Canadians at that point.”

“I’m really happy here,” Y/N says, “I know you want me in Boston and I get that, but I’m really happy here. I love Montreal and the team and being with Marie is just… I can’t describe it.”

Y/N has a look on her face when she talks about Montreal. It’s the same one Hilary has when she talks about Boston. And the look Y/N has when she talks about Poulin, it’s the same one Hilary has when she talks about Britt.

“I’m happy for you,” Hilary says earnestly, “I’m really glad you found your place and your people.”

Poulin comes back and when Y/N catches her eye, she beams, and Hilary hides her smile behind her wine glass.

Hilary wanted to hate Poulin (–“You can call me Marie.” “I like Poulin better.” “Hilary!”–). She wanted to believe the Canadian could never be good enough for her sister. However, watching the two of them together, seeing how happy Y/N is, how happy Marie makes her, Hilary could never be mad at that.

***

French translations:

que faites-vous ici: What are you doing here

Je devrais partir: I should leave

Tu devrais parler à ta sœur seule: You should talk to your sister alone

J'aggrave les choses: I make things worse

Je te verrai ce soir: I’ll see you tonight

À bientôt, ma petite blonde: see you soon, my little girlfriend

Arrêt: stop

#marie philip poulin #marie philip poulin imagine #hockey imagine #womens hockey imagine #hockey rpf #woho #woho imagine #canwnt #canwnt hockey

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jae-bummer · 10 months

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Making the Best of a Melty Situation

Request: Idk if you’ve done this but can you plssss do prompt 7&18 together with felix

Prompts:

7) "I'm not jealous!"

18) Going for a day out with your bias when somehow all of the other group members invite themselves.

Pairing: Stray Kids Felix x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Standing on your tip toes, you leaned into Felix. "What flavor are you getting?"

"I'm thinking raspberry," Changbin nodded, shouldering his way in between the two of you.

"They weren't talking to the group at large," Chan sighed, following behind his fellow 3racha member. Pushing him toward the ice cream counter, he shot an apologetic glance over his shoulder.

Felix sighed as he watched Changbin tap the glass casing before looking at you. "I hope you know that this is not what I intended when I asked you out on a date."

"Really?" you chuckled. "You weren't offering a bachelor-style group date situation where I could have my pick of eight different men?"

Felix choked as he looked at you wide eyed.

"Joking," you laughed. "No matter how much Hyunjin tries to convince me otherwise, I'm here with and for you."

"What exactly did he say?" Felix asked, eyes narrowing.

"That it was a date between you and him," you hummed. "And really, I was the one doing the crashing."

He groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Reaching up, you massaged his bicep nearest you before pressing a kiss to his cheek. This was immediately rewarded with a smile.

"I guess we can picture it as," Felix began. "Like we're taking the kids out for ice cream."

"And your mildly irritated at all times wine aunt," you whispered, glancing toward Lee Know. "I don't think he likes me."

"Oh, he likes you," Felix smirked before tilting his head. "Maybe?"

When Felix had proposed the two of you finally go on an official date, you felt like a flower who had just bloomed. You had known each other for a while now, and logically, it was the natural progression of your friendship, but you didn't want to assume. Sure, you had been flirting for months, even cuddling on occasion when the opportunity presented itself. While it wasn't a complete shock, you had still been over the moon. You just weren't prepared for him to show up at your doorstep with his entire team in tow.

"They invited themselves," Felix had hissed before looking moodily behind him. "And they all talk over each other so loudly that I couldn't even explain to them that they weren't meant to come...Chan tagged along to help supervise."

Glancing behind Felix, you made eye contact with Chan, who looked less than pleased to be roped into this outing. The other boys, however, seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.

But now that you had finally made it to the ice cream shop, you had both accepted the reality of your romantic day out.

"Y/N!" Seungmin chirped, skipping toward you. "Try this one!"

"What is it?" you asked, opening your mouth for Seungmin to place the sample spoon between your lips.

"Black pepper," he laughed maniacally, the sound turning to a cackle as you spluttered.

"Hey!" Felix gasped, reaching out to smack his member just before Seungmin twisted out of his reach.

"It's okay," you choked. "Really."

"Y/N!" Han called over his shoulder with a wide smile. "Do you want to try the-"

"No," you and Felix both said in unison (and probably a bit too abruptly).

Han's grin instantly fell as he muttered, "The cotton candy just looked really pretty..."

Wrapping his arm around Han, Lee Know shot you both a dirty look before scooting him along.

"Now I'm positive he doesn't like me," you mumbled, crossing your arms.

Relieved to feel his body against yours, you melted into Felix as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "What were you thinking?"

"That I didn't want to try any other flavors your members offered me," you sighed. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings!"

"No, Y/N," he chuckled. "What were you thinking in regard to ice cream?"

"Oh," you chirped. "Right."

You felt so discombobulated that it was difficult to focus. It was nice being around Felix, but you hadn't properly mentally prepared for everyone to be here. You had hung out with the group dozens of times before, but for some reason this felt different. It's like you had put yourself up on trial and were suddenly worried none of them would approve of you. After all, their sunshine's heart was in play now.

"Hmmm," Felix's low voice rumbled close to your ear. "I was thinking chocolate."

"Chocolate's basic," laughed Hyunjin as he appeared at your other side, dropping an arm around your shoulders. You inhaled sharply, not expecting to be boxed in by two beautiful boys.

"Chocolate is classic," Felix said smoothly, his hold tightening slightly on your hip.

"Chocolate chip cookie dough is where it's really at," Hyunjin continued, motioning with the hand that was wrapped around you. "What do you think, Y/N?"

Both boys waited, each looking at you expectantly.

"Technically speaking," you finally managed. "Chocolate chip cookie dough does have chocolate in it."

"Oh, don't be diplomatic!" Hyunjin laughed, pulling you slightly more into his body. "It's okay to disagree with your date!"

"I thought I was your date," Felix smirked, glancing up at the taller man.

"I think we're all on a giant, weird group date at this point," Hyunjin nodded.

See, you mouthed at Felix. The bachelor.

He rolled his eyes but finished on a laugh. "Have you decided?"

"I'm sticking with something plain," you sighed. "I've had enough excitement for today."

"Well, if you change your mind," Hyunjin hummed, finally pulling away and giving you a wink. "I'm willing to share."

After you had all picked your various flavors and made your way to the small tables on the other side of the shop, you were already exhausted.

"How do you do this every day?" you whispered as Felix took up a spot beside you.

"I kind of love it," Felix admitted, glancing from one member to another. "Even when I've hit my limit, they're still the brothers I never had."

"Sometimes I really preferred being an only child," Hyunjin laughed, plopping in the seat across from you.

"Like you would give these guys up for anything in the world," you grinned, shaking your head at him.

"They're like a fungus," Hyunjin smiled, licking his ice cream cone. "They grew on me."

"Have I ever told you what an amazing poet you are?" Felix laughed, taking a bite of his ice cream as well.

"You haven't had to," Hyunjin smirked, taking another lick. Pulling his cone away, you noticed a chocolate chip had somehow anchored itself to the skin beside his bottom lip.

"Hyunjinnie," you chirped. Pointing to your own face for reference, you continued. "You have something...right there."

Springing forward to grab a napkin, he began to wipe haphazardly at his face, somehow managing to miss the area again and again.

"Come here," you laughed, finally grabbing a napkin for yourself. Reaching forward and holding his chin to keep him still, you used the opposite hand to wipe at his lip. Just as you finished, you found yourself looking up and into his eyes. You had never been this close to Hyunjin's face before and had never once planned to be. Now that you were though, it felt much too intimate.

Nervously laughing, you slowly leaned back. Felix's hand immediately found its way around the back of your neck and give a gentle squeeze. Looking over with a cringe, you watched as his eyes narrowed, looking back and forth between the two of you.

"Lix," Hyunjin sighed, instantly going back to his food. "Stop it."

"I don't know what you mean," he said, his tone deeper than anything you had heard come out of his mouth before.

"Of course you do," Hyunjin smirked. "Don't be jealous. It's okay if Y/N likes me a little bit."

Just as you were saying "No thank you," Felix grumbled, "I'm not jealous!"

Looking toward each other, you both relented with small smiles.

"A healthy amount of jealousy is good for a relationship," Hyunjin continued, lost in his own world. "Both for our friendship, and your relationship."

"It's not a relationship..." you trailed, looking to Felix only for him to look away.

"Yet," Hyunjin nodded. "But you're pretty much there. And as long as it's nothing toxic, seeing Yongbok jealous is cute. Use me anytime you'd like, Y/N."

"Please never say that ever again," Felix groaned, his head flopping back on his shoulders in exasperation.

Leaning from the table beside you, Lee Know, who you now realized had been watching this whole catastrophe unfold, smiled. "We should do this again sometime, don't you think?"

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siriusleee · 1 year

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adamantine chains | part 1

"Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus." "What does that mean?" "Love is rich with both honey and venom." "I suppose that is true." Or which in König finds you broken in the mountains. A retelling of Cupid and Psyche. König | Reader | 2k

tags: no tw for this chapter, eventual smut, eventual death, idk yet request a fic here | buy me a coffee so I don't have to work overtime and can write more a/n: reader is speaking Polish. Google translate helped a lot here.

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

You were broken and bleeding when you were found. It was supposed to be a routine hiking trip around the Hohe Tauern - something your fiance had done plenty of times before - one last trip before the wedding. But you had been off taking photographs of the mountainside when the storm blew through. You had tried keeping still, keeping yourself where you could be easily found, but the rocks beneath you had become difficult to walk on. A hundred-foot descent had found you in a crumpled pile thinking about how your father would cry for the first time in his life when he finally realized you would never be coming home, his only child - his only baby - lost to the Austrian countryside.

You had wished, prayed for the first time since you were a kid, for death to come quickly as the rain nearly drowned you. It was a miracle full of pain when you rolled yourself over to your side, your scream reverberating off the mountain, to keep the rain from pooling in your mouth.

When the wind picked you up, you knew you were dying then. You had to be - no such softness or warmth could have come from the mountain. The vague pressure of your camera strap against your chest kept you tethered to the mortal world, but that didn't stop you from trying to speak to the soft wind that had picked you up.

"Don't lose my camera."

Even to you - on the brink of death - your voice sounded terrible: full of gravel and glass.

"Sprich nicht. Sie werden in Ordnung sein."

"What?"

***

You know you are dreaming - you haven't been home in years. Nevertheless, you don't question the warmth on your cheeks or the sweet scent of your grandfather's orange grove in the air. Your curl your bare toes in the dark loam and start running, the aisle of trees flitting past you. You have no idea why you were running - if you were running towards something or away, but something is calling you forward.

In the distance, you see your grandfather waving his hat at you, just like he did when you were a kid and he was calling you in for dinner. The urge to cry with happiness overtakes you, you haven't seen your grandfather in years, since he died when you were 15. You raise your hand, trying to wave at him, to catch his attention and let him know you're coming in when you hear him screaming for you.

"Turn around Moja miłość! Nie podchodź bliżej. You need to go home!"

His face comes into sharp focus, and you can see terror etched into the lines of his face; you've never seen him look like this. You try to slow yourself, but you can't. Your feet move of their own accord pushing you towards him. The sound of a wolf's howl cuts through the orchard.

The dark shadow of a clawed monster appears behind your grandfather. You try to scream for him, tell him to move, to turn around, to do something. But your face is forced into the same smile it's been wearing.

The monster pounces.

You awake to intense nausea. Your stomach rolls and on instinct you try to push yourself up. You dry heave before you can stop yourself, stomach acid burning your esophagus. A pair of warm hands are on your shoulders, pulling you back. You panic - the room spins, everything is in the wrong place, and everything smells wrong. The hands that hold you are too large to be your fiance's.

You can hear yourself, as if from a distance, screaming, fighting back whoever is holding you. It takes what must be an hour to realize you're yelling in Polish, probably the first time you've spoken it since your grandfather died, and the thought punches you in the gut, pulling up the image of his face from your dream.

"Zejdź ze mnie! Pozwól mi odejść! Pomoc!"

The hands let you go and you fall, hitting the ground sharply on your hands and knees. The pain brings the present into sharp focus. Beneath your hands is a stone floor, polished smooth by hundreds of feet. A pair of boots, larger than you've ever seen lay abandoned at the end of the bed. The musky scent of a man covers your clothes. With shaking hands you grab the shirt around you and realize that this isn't the shirt you had been wearing, it's not even a shirt of yours. It hangs down to your knees, more dress than shirt.

The sound of wood creaking and fabric on fabric catches your attention. You freeze, a mouse pinned beneath a cat's paw, as a shadow looms over you. Again hands larger than you've ever felt grasp you by your shoulders. You expect to be dashed to the ground, stomped on, and left there, but instead, one hand slides down to cup your elbow, helping you to stand.

"Are you alright, Taube?"

You turn to answer, to see who pulled you from the mountainside and freeze at the sight of him. He's larger than any man you've ever seen, a piece of the mountain broke off, a Baetylus brought to life. His face is covered in a mask, bleach stains running down like tears, and his eyes are ringed in black grease. A statue of Ares brought to life and hidden beneath a thin black mask, hiding the horrendous figure from the world. You think of your grandfather, screaming at you to turn around and go home. A sliver of ice slides through your belly, and you remember being a girl and your grandfather telling you about dreams and premonitions.

The man seems to realize the apprehension that fills you. He pulls his hands away, the warmth of him going with him, and steps away from you.

"Es tut mir Leid. I didn't mean to frighten you, but you need to get back in bed. You are still injured."

His voice is steady, his hands move behind his back in parade rest. You take a half step away from him when a woman's voice makes you jump.

"Was machst du, König? Lass sie in Ruhe. Du wirst sie zu Tode erschrecken."

The man cowers, stepping away from you. You turn to find an elderly woman in the doorway of the room, a large bowl in her hand.

"Entschuldigung, Oma. Sie hatte einen Albtraum und ich hatte Angst, dass sie aus dem Bett fallen würde."

"Bitte. Sie kommen jede Stunde hierher, um nach ihr zu sehen. Verlasse uns. Gehen."

You understand bits and pieces of their conversation, enough to know that the woman, his grandmother, is chastising him, but you can't make out why. The man nods at you, and leaves the room, stopping only to bend down to whisper something in his grandmother's ear before he leaves.

When he leaves, the grandmother points at the bed and barks out an order.

"Hinsetzen."

You follow her order, wincing at the pain in your chest when you do. She sets down the bowl on the side table and wipers her hands on her apron.

"Do you speak German?"

"No, I don't."

She hums at you, dipping her hands in the bowl to retrieve a white rag.

"Lift up the -" she drops her words, her fingers plucking the fabric of her own shirt. When you don't, she gives you a withering look.

"You are still hurt. You are bleeding all over the place."

With a start, you realize she's right. Blood drips from your elbow onto the stone floor beneath you. Painfully, you peel the shirt off, letting out an involuntary whine when you try to lift it above your shoulders.

The woman wipes you down like you're a child, refusing to let you have the rag. You watch as the water in the bowl slowly turns pink. You can feel the tell-tale itch of stitches on the back of your arm. You venture a look at yourself - the valleys of your skin are black and blue; you realize why your chest hurts so bad. You must have broken a rib or two in the fall.

"What is your name?" The woman asks, pulling a fresh roll of gauze from her apron pocket. You tell it to her, extending your arm so she can wrap it around the cut you opened.

"And what should I call you?" You ask softly; the hint of a smile plays on her lips.

"You can call me Oma."

"And him?"

The woman sighs; you can tell she's searching for the right things to say to you.

"Mein Enkel heißt König."

"König?"

"Ja."

When she finishes cleaning you up, she points to a pile of clothing on a wooden chair in the corner.

"Your clothes were destroyed in the accident. Those might fit you better than this," she says, throwing König's shirt over her shoulder.

"Get dressed and come eat. You've been sleeping for days."

When she leaves you, you take stock of the room you're in. It's small, but large enough for a king-sized bed and a chair, but barely. A small window with thick glass overlooks a green valley, the Hohe Tauern looms in the distance, and for the first time since waking, you remember your finance and the hiking party. Oma said you had been asleep for days, they should be looking for you for now. You need to find a way to contact them, or the embassy or someone that can let your father know you're still alive.

It takes an act of god to get dressed; you grit your teeth and push back the tears that threaten to overflow. You have to steady yourself against the windowsill and press your forehead onto the cold glass of the window to keep yourself from puking.

The stone floor is cold beneath your feet; you stumble out of the room and catch yourself on the doorway.

The main room is larger than the bedroom - large enough for a small living room and kitchen. With a sardonic chuckle, you realize you're in a semi-modernized mountain villa stuck halfway between 1560 and the present day. König shoots up from his spot at the scrubbed wood table.

"Brauchst du Hilfe? Do you need help?"

You shake your head at him, still too wary of letting him help you, of letting him touch you again.

You manage to cross the room, holding yourself up on the wall until you manage to sit down across from König, your arms wrapped around your ribcage in a vain attempt to keep yourself together at the seams.

König doesn't stand - he leaves the table and crosses the room in two strides until he's at the stove, a quaint woodfire thing that reminds you of something you'd see on television.

"Where are we?" You finally ask, the silence growing awkward. When König answers you, he doesn't look at you. Instead, he keeps his gaze affixed to the burbling pot on the stove.

"We are outside Rauris. I found you in the mountain, what were you doing there?"

König ladles what's in the pot into a bowl and slides it across the table to you, still refusing to meet your eyes. The smell of the soup, creamy and heavy, makes your stomach growl.

"I was hiking with my fiance; we're supposed to be married," you trail off, realizing you don't know what day it is and if your wedding was supposed to have passed already or not, "soon. This was a trip before we had our wedding. I need to find somewhere to try and contact him."

König clutches the crusty bread in his hand tight enough that it crumbles in his grip. With a sigh, he shakes the bread off in the sink before grabbing another piece to hand to you. He doesn't speak again until he settles down across from you, arms crossed tightly.

"Eat."

He barks it like a command, and you follow his order.

"I will take you to town tomorrow. It is Sunday today; tomorrow you can speak to the police about your fiance. But the storm was," he stumbles over his words for a moment, "schrecklich."

He doesn't need to say anything else. You scrape the bottom of the bowl with your spoon, stomach turning sour.

"Tomorrow."

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heart4reigns · 9 months

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can you make one for solo 😩🙏

where the female reader is a part of the bloodline and she’s like hella badass and during a match, one of the opponents get flirty and touchy with reader and solo gets jealous (bonus pls make him call her ma 😫😝🫶🏽🫶🏽)

PROTECTIVE, solo sikoa.

warnings: curse words, teasings, slight kayfabe, misogyny, unwanted flirtings, inaccurate events

tags: ocs to fit the plot, first time writing solo i am so excited!!

summary: jealousy, jealousy

AS usual, you arrived early to practice some lines. people were looking at you as soon as you stepped inside the arena. first, it was obviously because of your intimidating persona that caught their attention. second, you were alone today. no sight of the bloodline with you. you usually were attached hip-to-hip with all of them. but today, you were scheduled to cut a promo on your own, for the sake of the storyline.

your faction members, on the other hand, were worried. the group chat was blowing up with messages.

jimmy: be careful today!!

jey: anyone messes with u i'll drive myself there

sami: me too!!!

roman: i'm sure she can handle being on her own

(y/n): suddenly ur all worried about me? what happened to spearing me last week??

jey: that was an accident

jey: solo's fault idk

solo: now why u gotta bring me into this shit

solo: take care ma

jimmy: lmao don't forget to meet other dudes for us (y/n)

solo: i'll beat ur ass rn

(y/n): i will, jimmy!! since ur little brother doesn't love me

solo: who said that

solo: (y/n)

solo: come back

his message made you laugh. everyone knew that you had a strange dynamic with him. you were well-known for your provocative behavior, always teasing everyone from left to right. while solo sikoa was known to be a tough man in the ring, but he was always weak for you. solo sikoa was insatiable and so were you to him.

you didn't have to try hard to gain his attention–he had his own ways to show affection. whether it was a small hug after every show to showing up in front of your door with a huge pout, saying that he missed you–the man was indescribable. there was one thing you noticed as your friendship (with a sexual tension) bloomed, he was very protective of you.

on stage and off stage, he always tried his best to lessen the bumps for you. everyone, even the crew, knew that the usos were always trying to get on their little brother's nerves by messing around with you. but it was never serious, they loved you with all of their hearts. roman and sami too, felt like they needed to rile up their second-youngest faction member for the sake of solo to act affectionate in front of them.

but there was one problem. someone had his eyes on you too and solo didn't like it. you were his girl. well, not officially yet–but solo was sure that he was closer to you than that man was. although he saw you flirting around with him, he couldn't help but to feel jealous. you, on the other hand, were flirting around just to get a reaction from him. you felt bad giving adam attention, but you just wanted to be with solo.

you were going to cut a promo today, building up your storyline with the bloodline. it was going to be your first time representing the bloodline on your own. you weren't nervous at all, you were on top of your game, you never messed up your matches and all your promos. "(y/n), we also have some changes for the script, i'll hand them over when you're ready!" one of the production crew knocked on the locker room door.

not another change, you thought. "alright, i'll be out in a bit!" you replied, still fixing your boots. once you were ready to go, you opened the door–only to be greeted by a familiar face. "and what are you doing here today?" your mouth curved into a smile as you walked back inside the locker room with him. "got called in by creatives for a last minute change, you're not going on your own today, ma."

of course, solo didn't have any lines, like usual. they changed the script, showcasing how strong your bond was with the enforcer. the off camera chemistry made it easier for the two of you. you were flipping through the pages, laying your head on his lap as he studied your features. "something on my face, baby?" you teased him. solo only stared at you with dead-panned eyes, trying his best not to crack a smile. "oh come on, i know you love me." you pinched his cheeks, causing him to groan. "yeah, yeah, i love you. whatever. stop pinching my cheeks." the man complained.

"i'm going to the pantry, do you want anything?" "can you please get me some water?" you nodded and stood up from your position. the walk to the pantry was filled with several crews greeting you. "hey! i haven't seen you in a bit!" you turned around and saw adam. "oh, hey! i was with solo." you saw adam's eye twitch. "no wonder, he always likes to keep you for himself! i mean i want to meet you too."

"no, sheamus' workout routine is insane. it was fun though shooting the video with him." you were still talking to adam, with two bottles of water in your hands. "i'm invited to his gym next week, i should be prepared." you chuckled at his sentence. "where you going after this?" he suddenly asked. "i'm probably going back to solo's." adam sighed. "you never have time for me, (y/n)." he complained. "i'll make time next week!"

you bid goodbye to him and entered the locker room, which was already filled with your other coworkers. "who were you with?" solo asked, taking the water from you. "adam!" you smiled, making him jealous. he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "what?" you raised a brow. "nothing." solo muttered. "come on, he's my friend!" you nudged him with your elbow. "sure, whatever you say." he dismissed you. you sighed, not wanting to continue the conversation.

solo had to keep his composure. he felt bad seeing you pout because of his dismissive attitude. truth be told, all he wanted was you–in his arms. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be rude." he apologized. "yeah, don't worry about it!" your cheery attitude made him smile. "i just don't like him being around you..." solo added. "are you jealous?" you smirked. solo didn't answer, only shrugging his shoulders in response. "aw, you're jealous!" "shut up before i kiss you in front of everyone."

the night went on and you were ready to go on stage. "(y/n), you're up in 5!" you quickly took a sip of your water, preparing yourself to go on stage. solo was right next to you, already in his attire. "looking good, baby." you winked at him. solo mumbled something you didn't catch. "here, i'll hold your belt. you can tie your boots." he saw you struggling with your shoes. it was the little things that made your heart beat faster than usual. he was always attentive to your situation. you passed him your championship belt, fixing your boots. "let's go kill this promo!" you kissed his cheeks before going out.

"accompanied to the ring by solo sikoa. the smackdown's women champion, (y/n) (l/n)!" the crowd cheered as you walked down the ramp with your chin up, savoring every moment of your entrance song. as you were doing your signature pose, solo couldn't help but to admire you. he was head over heels for you and he really couldn't wait to clock out of work just to spend time with you. people thought this on-screen romance was definitely something to look forward because of your character being the polar opposite of solo's.

you were billed as this uncontrollable character, always had something to say and always had something under your sleeves. in the bloodline, you were the one in charge when roman wasn't there. meanwhile solo, his character wasn't far from his personality. "chicago!" you yelled to the mic. "the double trouble is here tonight!" you continued, raising a finger up to pay tribute to the bloodline. "i am here with solo, behalf of the tribal chief to deliver a message for you all." you acted out the script.

"okay, calm down everyone. don't speak unless i tell you to." you rolled your eyes in annoyance. "the tribal chief said that y'all better respect me when he's not here." you announced, earning a cheer from the crowd. "other than that... next week, y'all better be prepared for solo to fight with adam, what was his full name?" you asked solo and he just stared at you. "right, right. it doesn't matter what his name is, all i know is that solo's going to beat his ass-" your sentence was cut off by adam's music.

"would you look at that, it's the fake chief and her bodyguard." the crowd booed as adam walked inside the ring, with a mic on his hand. "adam." you were having a stare down with him. "who invited you here?" you smirked, looking straight into his eyes. "i don't need an invitation, i'm allowed to be in the ring whenever i want." the brown-haired man said his lines, moving slightly closer to you, which was off-script. solo noticed that he was moving closer to you and decided to intervene.

he slightly pushed you behind him, getting in between you and adam–that made adam moved back. the crowd was always ecstatic to see solo doing his part. "now i can't speak to you without having your bodyguard shielding you? you're pretentious, (y/n)." once again, the crowd booed at his sentence. "i'm not pretentious, i am respected. get out of my face before i ruin it, see you next week pretty boy."

the promo ended and you walked backstage, ready to clock out of work. "you did great, (y/n)." you pulled him into a hug. "of course, you did great too, baby." you winked at him. "i didn't like it when that man was inches away from you." you chuckled at his jealousy. "it's okay, he didn't mean any harm." you assured him. "i know, forget it." his sentence made you smile. “come on, let's go back. we have a movie to watch!”

"i'll meet you at the car okay? need to speak to creatives for next week. it'll be quick." you nodded, parting ways with him. the locker room was full unlike before. "see you, (y/n)!" your friends waved at you and you returned the gesture. you went to the other locker room, wanting to meet sheamus because he borrowed your earphones last time you worked out together. you knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open it. to your surprise, it was adam, not a certain ginger man you wanted to see.

"came to see me, huh?" you chuckled. "i need to see sheamus actually, he has my earphones." you stated. "lies." the man laughed. "i'm getting tired of seeing your face, adam." the two of you walked inside the locker room. "hey, got my earphones?" you tapped his shoulder. "oh, (y/n)! here... thank you, you saved my life." you took the earphones from sheamus and turned around. "you sure you don't want to ditch sikoa for me?" that sentence made you shook your head. "sorry buddy, we already have plans!"

everyone knew that adam took an interest on you ever since you were drafted from raw to smackdown. creatives saw this tension and decided to add him to your storyline with solo as a duo. "i think i like you better with solo, (y/n)." santos piped in the conversation. "yeah, adam can go date money in the bank briefcase or something." montez joked. adam slung his arms on your shoulder. "come on, i think i look better with her than solo!"

"you got a problem with me?" everyone's attention shifted from you to solo. he was practically glaring daggers at adam, causing him to drop his arms. "nothing, we were all joking around." tension filled the air. backstage drama was definitely something interesting for everyone. "you ready to go, (y/n)?" solo asked. "yep, let's go! goodbye everyone, see you next week!" you left the room, but solo stayed for a bit. "keep your hands off her, man." he said to adam. "hey, you're not her boyfriend, bro." adam defended himself. solo didn't say anything and walked away. "you got a competition there, bro." sheamus patted adam's back.

you were driving back to his house, noticing the man being quiet. "something wrong?" you asked, pulling up to his garage. "nah, i just don't like adam having his hands on you." you chuckled at his response, turning off the engine. "i know i like to mess around and stuff, but i think i only have eyes for you, pretty boy." that caused him to flush–redness in his cheeks were visible to you. "oh my god, you're so cute." you couldn't help but to pinch his cheeks. "shut up, i swear to god you will the death of me, (y/n)."

"showered yet?" he saw you laying on his bed, focusing on your phone. "nah, i need to reply to my manager first and i'm too lazy." you groaned, still feeling sore from today’s work. “come on, don’t be lazy.” solo complained, dragging your body into the bathroom. “ooh, are you gonna shower with me?” you teased him. “no, i just finished like 5 minutes ago. you’re showering on your own.” you pouted in response, only earning a chuckle from him. “alright, maybe i’ll wash my hair again.” he finally gave in.

practice came and you were at the gym with your friends. “i bet solo's excited for this match." sami sat down next to you, all sweaty and ready to leave the gym. "yeah, i'm actually scared that he might break adam's bones." the man was standing inside the ring, practicing his moves with jimmy. "ay, big boy has been eyeing you. you want to prank him?" jey came from the pantry with a bottle of water in his hands. "nah, my boy needs to focus.”

that sentence made jey smirk. “your boy? since when?” he teased you. “shut up, fatu.” you rolled your eyes. “watch this.” jey faced sami, taking a seat next to you. he slung his arms on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. solo, who was focusing on his older brother, lost his temper. “ay, back up, man!” he yelled from the ring. “alright, alright. calm down!” you chuckled at their exchange. “i swear, he’s gonna break my legs someday if i don’t stop messing around with you.”

“LET’S GO, SOLO!” jimmy yelled, hyping up his younger brother who was totally annoyed by the loud noises he was making. “okay, i get it. be calm.” solo sighed. “i won’t shut up because this is a big match! you’re gonna beat adam's ass for real!” jimmy continued. “yeah, yeah! beat his ass for all of us. for our lil (y/n).” “who you calling lil (y/n)?” you entered the locker room, already in your new gear.

solo stoped wrapping his thumb with his tape to look at you. “new gear?” he asked. “yes! do i look good?" you twirled around, showing him your new gear. he opened his mouth but nothing came out. "okay then. jey, do i look good?" you nudged him with your elbow. "you look-" "don't answer that." solo cut him off, making jey giggle. "okay, i think we'll leave you alone now." sami stood up, dragging jimmy and jey out of the locker room–leaving you with you him.

"you look breathtakingly beautiful." solo blurted out, still focusing on your new gear. "now you wanna compliment me?" you poked his cheeks, causing him to groan. "yeah sorry, the guys won't hop off my ass with their teasings." the man complained. "i mean you're right... but it's just so fun teasing you, baby." you ruffled his hair. "if anyone dares to look at you, i'll actually kick their ass." he grinned. you felt a shiver run down your spine. he was always protective and you loved it.

"ah, (y/n)!" adam spotted the two of you in the hallways. "hi adam!" you greeted him with a hug. "new gear suits you, pretty girl." adam winked at you, causing solo to grunt in annoyance. "man, back off." solo said. "can't a man compliment a beautiful girl?" before solo could do anything, several familiar faces crowded the hallways. "okay, that's enough." diego, adam's faction member intervened. "bye adam!" "bye (y/n)! good luck!"

the jealousy got into solo. the show started and the entire bloodline (except for roman, of course) was already in their position. "you guys are up in 3, 2, 1..." you had a smirk plastered on your face, already in character. solo was riled up from the encounter you had with adam. he was in his zone. the walk down the ring was one of your favorite things in work. you were bumping your chest with sami, jumping around with the twins, and hyping solo up for his match. adam was already in the middle of the ring, with his faction members.

"accompanied to the ring by sami zayn. the undisputed tag-team champions, the usos. smackdown's women champion, (y/n) (l/n). solo sikoa!" the announcer yelled. the crowd went wild as they saw their favorite superstars in front of them. solo did his entrance and was ready to fight. "we know that there is tension backstage... sikoa and adam are always on each other's neck... it's all because of (y/n), how will this match play out?" the commentator narrated the situation.

"get up!" you shouted at solo from the sides. "come on, baby!" solo stood up from his position, getting ready to attack adam. his opponent, on the other hand, had his eyes on you the entire time. solo took the opportunity to pin him. "LET'S GO!" you shouted once again, but you knew how it would play out. adam kicked out before the referee counted down to 3, causing the crowd to groan. solo was baffled, sticking to the script. adam once again picked up solo and dropped him on his back.

while waiting for solo to get up, adam went off-script, which was totally normal during house shows. "where you going after this, pretty girl?" he winked at you as you felt adam's hands on your shoulders, trying to pull you closer. "what are you doing?" you mouthed to him. before jey, jimmy, and sami could do anything to intervene–adam felt his body being dragged and slammed into the mat. "that's a warning sign for anyone not to mess with sikoa's business!"

solo was furious. the walk backstage was quiet. you knew he was pissed off. "hey, you okay?" you patted his back, trying to calm him down. "what the hell was that man trying to do? touching you and all that?" his tone sent a shiver down your spine. "calm down, it's for the show..." you furrowed your brows in confusion. sure, he was always protective and you noticed the jealousy once in a while–but this was all new. you had never seen him this furious.

"hey, (y/n). good show!" adam offered you a hug, only to have solo blocking him from you. "what's your problem?" adam raised a brow. "move, me and my girl need to go somewhere after this." before you could say anything, solo took your arm and went to a now empty locker room. "girl...?" adam tilted his head.

"what's wrong with you?" you asked him, clearly confused at his fuming state. "i don't like it when he touches you," solo paused for a second. "he should know that you're mine." he continued. "i mean i get it that we always joke around by flirting and other stuff, but at this point... i'm not your girlfriend, solo. we're not officially dating." he stared at you, trying to get his mind straight. "i like you and i know that adam likes me too... but what are we?" you asked.

"i flirt around just to get a reaction from you, you know that right? i know you say that i'm yours or whatever, but when are we gonna make it official? i'm getting tired of waiting this long." you admitted, confessing your feelings. the room went quiet, the only source of sound came from the ticking clock. time went slow for the two of you. "i mean sure, if you just wanna fuck around like usual. but i think i'm in too deep."

the bleached blond-haired wrestler sat in silence. "come on, say something." you sat down in front of him. "fuck, (y/n). i love you, i've said that countless times and i want you to be with me. not anybody else. not that shithead babyface wrestler... i love you. no more messing around this time, i'm serious." you smiled at his sentence. solo sikoa finally cracked. "i love you too, baby. you have nothing to worry about from now on. i'm yours."

a/n: not my best bc i'm trying to get out of my writing slump but i hope u enjoyed it!!! requests are open like usual <3

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