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immagods · 1 year

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I should have known something was gonna happen to Tech. He had a lot of screen time and development this season...

#it always happens #bad batch final #tbb #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #tbb s2 #tech #filoni has had enough of my tears #im in pain #star wars #im gonna sit in pain for 2 years now

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rissouu · 4 months

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EARS PIERCED, connie springer.

he can’t handle it when his daughter gets her ears pierced.

“i’m not turning the car around, connie..” you let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached the claire’s. connie had been begging you the whole drive to just go back home and forget this ear piercing shit.

but you couldn’t just let it go, every girl needed their ears pierced at some point. your mom got yours done when you were little so you wanted to stick with the tradition and do the same for your little baby… connie wasn’t going for it though.

“man what do she need her ears pierced for? she just turned one!” he decided to sit in the back with his daughter like he always did. the man took one glance at her in the car seat with sad eyes.. his poor baby had no idea what was coming.

“cause she’s a girl connie. and ear piercings barely hurt i promise, i got mine at this age too!” you tried reassuring him but he still wasn’t going for it. you knew he’d probably be salty for a while but oh well, he’ll get over it soon.

once you parked the car connie mentally prepared himself for disaster, if anything he acted like he was the one getting his ears pierced. he couldn’t stop the anxiety he felt when you opened the door to get the baby out.. he had half a mind to slam the door shut and lock it so you wouldn’t get in, but he knew better.

“baby come on or we’re gonna be late to the appointment,” you gently pulled him out of the car by his sleeve and he was damn near ready to throw a tantrum. your daughter didn’t need her ear pierced but you’d rather have it done now than when she’s older.

it just made more sense, plus you’ve had your ears pierced since you were 2— and never in all your years have you had to get another one.

originally, you were supposed to be the one in the chair holding your daughter. but connie again, wasn’t going for it. he at least wanted to hold his daughter just in case anything went wrong, which is what he was expecting.

you watched the piercer mark your daughters ears, and you couldn’t help the worry sinking in— honestly you were scared too. looking at your daughter smile and giggle in her fathers arms without a care in the world.. it made you feel horrible.

she had no idea what was coming and you just hoped she wouldn’t be too mad at you afterwards.

“okay dad im gonna have you hold her tightly okay? she can’t move or else the piercings won’t be accurate to each other!” connie followed ever procedure possible because he’d do anything to just hurry and get this over with. his heart was already pounding in his chest during the whole car ride, and now it was even worse.

without warning, the worker aligned the piercing gun to your daughters ear and shoved the needle in. (she actually went as gently as she could, but to you and connie it still wasn’t gentle enough.)

the young girl’s face immediately fell into a frown, her previous mood of happiness quickly faded into sorrow. she let out a heart wrenching cry— so intense that her little body started shaking, and that was the last straw for connie.

you couldn’t lie, your heart ached hearing her scream like this. out of all the times she’s cried, it’s never been this intense nor has she ever started shaking because of it.

“no, she’s done. you see she’s over here hollering right?” connie mugged the piercer when she tried to do the other ear, he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.

“constance stop it! let her do the other ear really quick, it’s her job.” soon enough your husband was mugging you as well, which you quickly returned. you didn’t know why he was acting like you were some evil witch just for wanting your daughters ears pierced?

you waved at the piercer— letting her know it was okay to continue, which she did. the second one didn’t hurt your daughter as bad since she was still stuck on the last one’s pain.

her cries only got louder but now it was more of forced out whines than actual tears. you rolled your eyes at that since it was a habit of hers, forcing herself to continue crying. deep down you knew she got that trait from you but you’d never admit it.

“anddd we’re all done! you did so good hun here, have a sticker.” she placed a yellow smiley face right on your daughters hand, and that was enough to make the young girl feel better.

connie though, he was still salty as hell. he hadn’t said a word to you yet, he just kept staring at the new earrings in his daughter’s ears. yeah, they were cute but fucking useless. like he said before, she could’ve gone without them.

“let me see her pa,” you held your arms out expecting him to give her to you, but instead he did the opposite.

“nah we’re mad at you right now. you on punishment, bye.” he gave you a blank stare and to your surprise your daughter did the same thing. she may not have been that old but she was old enough to know you put her through all that pain.

the tiny girl looked you up and down before rolling her eyes and turning her back on you to lean on her father’s chest. your jaw dropped as you watched connie let out a little chuckle and high five his daughter.

“tuh, okay then little girl ima remember that when you want some milk. i don’t like y’all!”

©rissouu 2024 (it’s been a while yall im sorry, i just had no ideas.. but i hope you enjoyed! more dad!connie to come probably.)

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evie-sturns · 3 months

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period - 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼

summary: you unexpectedly get your period after spending the night with chris, he does everything he can to make you feel better.

contains: mentions of blood, fluff, crying, swearing.

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chris and i have been dating for almost two months, i sleep over at his house often though, including last night.

9:46am

i'm rudely awakened by frantic tapping on my shoulder, i rub my eyes and roll over where i'm met with chris's distraught face. "hm..?" i groan out.

"y/n, are you okay" chris rambles, his vision flicks between my eyes and the matress.

"what..?" i mumble, my vision is still partially blurred from the sudden wake up.

"you're bleeding" chris says quietly, swallowing harshly.

i sit up, the matress is dotted with blood, along with the small pyjama set i wore last night.

my period has always been irregular, ever since i was about 12. i'd never know when it would come but i would just deal with it when it did.

my stomach sinks, my cheeks instantly flush from embarrassment, this is the kind of thing thats meant to happen 2 years into your relationship, not 2 months.

my eyes start to burn, im already an emotional person but now that this has just happened i don't think i can physically be okay.

"im so sorry chris." i say, my voice breaking.

chris clears his throat, i can tell he's slightly awkward about this.

the silence in the room grows, but is quickly cut short by a sob coming from me. chris's head snaps round to look at me, "oh fuck-.. no its okay!"

he gets out of bed, without a second thought he leans over the matress and picks me up in a bridal position. he speed walks to the bathroom, "look at me." chris says calmly as i cry into his shoulder, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "don't cry sweetheart, it doesn't matter to me."

i nod with a sniffle, he places me down on two feet. "you wanna get in the bath?" chris says gently.

"yeah.." i say, my voice still wobbling.

i stand still with my hands by my side vulnerably. "you want me to.." chris whispers, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "if you dont mind.." i reply.

he reaches his hand out and peels my tank top off of my body, along with my shorts. he does it so nonchalantly its impressive.

chris has only seen me naked once, which was only a week or so ago after our first hookup.

he flicks the bath on, putting his finger under the stream to check the temperature before lifting me up and placing me down.

chris bends over and picks up the pyjamas, before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. i throw my head back as soon as he goes "how did this happen." i groan to myself.

about 10 minutes has passed, the whole time i've just been trying to calm myself, crying about this isn't gonna make it any less embarrassing for me.

my head snaps to the side as i hear 2 soft knocks on the wooden door, "come in" i say with a forced smile, chris peeks his head round the corner with a sympathetic look. hes got a freshly folded pair of sweatpants and a hoodie in his arms, which he places down on the sink. "you okay?" he asks casually, sitting down on the side of the tub.

"i mean, i'm okay as i can be right now!" i smile warmly up at chris,

he reaches into his pocket and clears his throat "i found this downstairs, i think one of nick's friends left it here-..uh" chris murmmers, pulling a tampon out of his pocket.

"thank you chris, honestly i'm sorry about being a pain." i sigh, chris shakes his head "no you're good, promise."

"just gonna go make the bed, yeah?" chris sits up off the tub and walks out of the bathroom.

after getting myself together i open the door to the bedroom, chris is sitting on the bed, laying the pillows out strategically. i feel like a kid thats just thrown up, staring at my parent who just had to bathe me and clean the sheets.

he stands up and runs over to me full force, grabbing me around my waist and picking me up, earning a high pitched squeal from me. "chris!!" i screech as he flops down on the bed with me still in his arms.

"what can i actually do to repay you." i whisper into chris's chest.

"give me some awesome head next week."

"christopher."

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#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine

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romeavecryst · 4 months

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Thinking about prohero!bakugo as your husband while in a hard labor.

Femblk!reader in mind!! Not proofread, mentions of childbirth.

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An at home water birth she’s been sitting in the tub for 2 hours her contractions getting worse as she held on to the sides of the tub. Nobody has been able to get ahold of her husband. She was terrified that she was about to deliver her first child by herself . She was in so much pain, she couldn’t do it by herself . Not that she was by herself, she had her parents and his with her right now, and het best friend ochaco. They were with her but he wasn’t.

He promised, by not taking time off of work he would be there in a heartbeat as soon as she went into labor with their son.

“I cant do it, mama I cant do it.”She sobbed, her hand holding her mothers as she pushed her curls back.

“I know baby you’re so close, your baby Boys gonna be here soon.” Her mother spoke kissing the side of her head.

She was right but she could tell she was trying to distract her for the fact her husband wasn’t here with her.

It felt as if forever had passed, the sound of the front door opening in a hurry and the sight of her husband. He was beat up a bit sweaty, “I’m sorry, oh baby, I’m sorry.” He spoke taking his heavy gear off real fast, walking over to her quickly.

His hands grabbed her face as she let out another sob, “I didn’t think you were gonna be here..”

His face softened as his brows frowned “I know love, I’m right here I’m sorry it took me so long. I’m so fucking sorry.” He apologized profusely, his lips meeting yours.

She was finally fully dilated, but even after multiple painful pushes she couldn’t. She felt as if all her strength was gone, not to mention she has started bleeding. “I cant do it, suki— I cant.” She cried her hands squeezing his wrist as he held her face.

“Yes you can, common baby, im right here.” He spoke.

He was with her. That’s all that truly mattered, he wouldn’t ever leave her alone. One more that’s all she had in her, so she did.

Her baby wasn’t even crowning yet. The feeling of her body losing strength scared katsuki as her grip on his wrist lessened. “Hey! Hey common baby, you’ve got this.” He spoke picking up her face, her melanin features covered in sweat and tears.

She shook her head weakly. He stood up quickly kicking off his boots, taking his phone and ear piece out of his pockets. He moved quickly to behind her, stepping into the tub submerging himself in the water. His hands grabed her softly her back falling against his chest, the nurse helping position.

Katsuki wrapped his arms around her right above her engorged belly that that held the life they created together. He held her so securely, he could care less of what bodily fluids that were in the water. All he cared about was her. He couldn’t bare the pain she was in it killed him how she called out his name, saying she couldn’t do it. He couldn’t imagine the pain she was in. He did this to her.

“Mr. Bakugo I need you to help her she has to continue to push or your baby could get stuck.” The nurse spoke.

He nodded his hand resting on her sweaty forehead “you got this baby, just a bit more mama.” He whispered. He could feel her nod.

In this moment so many things ran through his mind, how people always doubted his love for her. How could they, he was right there with her always even during school. ‘Do you love her.’ He was asked by the media constantly.

Yes, yes he loved her, with ever atom and cell in his body, and a million times over. She was his Sun, the brightness that he looked forward to, and his Sun was bleeding and screaming in pain and all he could do was hold her. She did nothing buts show him her love and friendship she made him smile more in the past 5 years they’ve been together, than he ever did before that. She was having his baby, he loved her, and he would soon share his heart with another, their son. But now all he could do was hold her.

But to her that was more that enough, his encouraging words. That’s all she needed, “I can see his head! Common one more big push!” The nurse said.

One more.

One more, there he was. There was no crying, and she couldn’t open her eyes but a few firm past on the back there they were, your sons high pitched cry’s. Her and Katsuki let out a heavy sigh of relief hers being more of a sob.

The nurse places the slimey baby on her chest. But it soon want just Her and the baby crying, the shutters of katsukis body she could feel them as he cried into her shoulder.

“You did it. Fuck baby you did it.” He cried softly holding her and the baby.

This was his new world now.

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jackmanbj · 7 months

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trick or treat!

summary: you and jack take your 2 year old to trick or treat but she gets more candy then you thought and you and jack get into an argument about if you need to take some away or not.

“you really to go baby?” your 2 year old daughter excitedly shook her head yes “ok baby how about you go get daddy and tell him to come on so we can go?” “ok mommy!”

sarija ran to the living room where she knew jack was to find him sitting on the sofa putting on his 550’s “daddy hurry!!” “mama wait please daddy has a headache” “oh no..” you daughter ran back to you “mommy daddy has headache? he ok?” “yes baby i’ll go check on him you wanna come?” she shook her head no while you walked over to jack.

“you ok baby?” “my fucking head hurts” “do you still want to go trick or treating with us?” “yea of course” “ok i’ll go get you some pain medicine stay put.”

you came back to jack talking to sarija while she was giggling “im back, now lets hurry this up so we can go hhm?” “yes mommy!!” jack took the medicine and sarija told jack yo bed down so she could kiss his head “feel better??” “yes princess thank you! you kisses always make me and mommy feel so much better!”

eventually you all had left the house and were on your way to your first house “now what do you say when you get the candy?” “thank you!” you gave your daughter a high five “good girl” at the first house jack went up to the door with her while you stated back at the driveway.

“trick or treat!!” “hi missy! what are you?!” “minnie mouse!” sarija put her hand over her mouth and giggled “ok well i have something extra special for you!” the house owner gave her a huge minnie mouse lollipop “thank you!” “of course!” jack and sarija started walking back to you.

“show mommy what you got princess!” “i not princess today! i minnie!” “ok minnie, show mommy what you got!” you daughter took out the huge lollipop and showed it to you “thats awesome! but baby you need to apologize to daddy, you yelled at him that could hurt his feelings baby, right?” “yes.. im sorry daddy” “thats ok bug.”

you were headed to the 8th house of the night, it was 9:30 and your feet were starting to hurt being as though your costume needed you to wear high heels.

“jack i think im gonna head home, you ok by yourself?” “yea mamas” “ok baby, come home when its to much candy, no going over the limit, im serious” “i got you baby”

you had made it back home and ended up playing some music while cleaning the kitchen, your bedroom, and sarija’s room, you took out sarija’s pajamas and placed them on top of her dresser while you headed back to your room to take a quick 10 minute shower thinking jack should be on his way back with half a bag full of candy.

after 45 minutes of you waiting jack walked through the door with a full bucket of candy and a smaller bag of candy.

“uhm thats way over her limit jack!” “baby its fineee, it’s halloween!” “yea mhm, we’re going to talk later” “fuck!” “JACKMAN!” “DADDY!” “WHAT??” “you said bad word!” “sorry princess, wont happen again!”

you started bringing your daughter to the bathroom and putting her into the bathtub and cleaning her off.

by the time you were done she was good and tired.

“mommy i sleepy..” “ok baby lets go to bed” you took her yo her room putting the clean pajamas on her you had laid out earlier, tucking her in and kissing her goodnight.

you walked out of the room to find jack sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone.

“jackman bedroom now” you said walking past him, you head jack huff and get up.

“why would you let het get that much candy?” “baby its halloween, its not like were giving it to her all in one day.. its going to take her like 5 months to eat all that” “dont care, your missing my fucking point” “whats your point?” “if i were out there with yall the whole time you would have stopped halfway, you disrespected my wishes” “baby, j really dont see this as a big deal” “its not a big deal but j.. you just went against everything i made rules about, if you keep this up shes going to think whatever i say doesn’t matter, like what her monma says doesn’t matter because daddy said something else, if you would have called me and just simply asked me if you could stay out longer and get more candy i wouldn’t mind, yall had daddy daughter time but stop disrespecting me, understand?” “understand.”

you turned over laying on your pillow falling under the blanket as you felt jack come wrap his arms around you pulling you closer.

“goodnight mamas, your doing so good, great wife, even better mom. i love you” “goodnight baby boy, you doing better, you balanced your work like, made me and sarija your number one prioritys, amazing husband, amazing daddy. i love you.”

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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TWST Incorrect quotes#350 Mensties~

After You and Yuuka finished for the day destroying the 1st years...Crewel told you both where second years are...and got Trein on board to pause his class-

Yuuka*Looking at the 2nd years with an innocent smile*Okay guys~Its time for my favorite time of this class...The Female anatomy~

Floyd*Giggling in his chair*Heheh~This is the best day of my life~

The rest of the second years along with Floyd and others gulp at their gutter like minds HOPE you two would say...till you open your mouth-

Yuu: We are gonna talk about menstruation~

2nd Years:...Huh-What?

Trein*Chuckles sitting next to crewel, In the corner of the class*

Crewel: Hahah...The look on their stupid faces~*Takes a sip of wine*

Yuu: Once a month an egg travels to the uterus, and if it's not fertalized~

Azul & Jamil:Oh sevens...

Yuu: The uterus will all shed its lining~and is expelled as a bloody discharge!~

2nd years*Screams in horror at the explanation as Yuuka shows the slides show with realistic pictures*AAAAAAAAAAH!?

Azul: OH MY SEVENS!?

Floyd: WHAT THE FUC-

Silv*Sees Jade fainted with a smile*...Jade fainted sir's*Looks at the teachers*

Trein: Leave them alone, these imbeciles have been thru worse*Waves him off*

Riddle: What is wrong with you all?*Confused and looks at the others*It's, not a big deal...Its biology

Yuuka:...Well he is an unlikely ally

Yuu: Now periods can be very painful, Sometimes as painful as a heart attack

Kalim*Gasps in horror*You serious!Oh, my sevens...Im so sorry you girls have to go thru that! IM GONNA BRING CHOCOLATE TO SCHOOL EVERY DAY! I heard it makes it better!

Jamil:...I will make the chocolate*Sighs knowingly, knowing his sister goes thru the same*

Yuu & Yuuka*Both are endeared by Kalim's support*Aww~thats so sweet...

Rugg*Poking Jade and other classmates who fainted*Uh...these guys are still out, should we call the nurse?

Trein and Crewel continue to cackle at the misfortune of the class

...Crewel and Trein having the TIME of their lives-Also...Kalim you sweetie pie!~

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love-islike-abomb · 3 months

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Mexico

Roman reigns x Mystic (OC)

"Yo-ho, Mexico! Far to the south where the cactus grow! Take me away from the ice and the snow! Let's go to Mexico!"

(a/n: you know the photo Paul posted of him saying "when the tribal chief summons you" it gave me an idea so here we are. I actually started this a while ago but I've been in a creative rut so it took me longer then I thought it would)

Warnings: fluff, smut, errors I may have missed, its also LONG!!

Word count: 1.4k

Tag list: @acknowledge-reigns @reignsangel444 @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @romanreignshairdresser @weirdgirl16355

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The winter months in Canada are so harsh! A 20° day is a heatwave here! It was so cold that when I threw boiling water in the air it turned to ice almost instantly. Some people had some fun with it and put food coloring in the water before throwing it while it did make for a bit of fun I wanted somewhere warm.

"you look deep in thought Mystic. What's on your mind" Paul asked.

"I'm just missing my husband that's all" I said with a half smile.

"well he's called me resently and he's bought you a plane ticket" Paul smiled.

"wait what? To where?" I asked.

"Mexico City" Paul smiled "your flight leaves in 3 hours so pack your bags and I'll take you to the airport"

I hadn't seen my husband in 3 months and I had a surprise for him. Paul was the only person I'd told because I had to tell someone "you haven't told him have you?" I asked.

"your secret is safe with me" Paul smiled "but i know he'll be over the moon"

"you think so?" I said, trying to hide the worry in my voice. We had talked about kids but never really got into detail about it. I was afraid Paul was just trying to soothe my nerves.

"mystic, he's always wanted kids. There's no need for you to worry" Paul smiled.

I took what he said at face value. I was worried but we've been married for 2 years now and I'm pretty sure he wasn't going anywhere "alright I'll go get packed" I said with a soft smile, walking away from paul to Roman and i's room. I grabbed my suitcase out of the closet and packed my bikini, several pairs of shorts, shirts, panties, bras, pajamas, and flip flops. I grabbed the pregnancy test I took and wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in the front of my suitcase. I zipped up my suitcase and walked out to Paul "come on mystic, I'll drive you to the airport" paul smiled, grabbing my suitcase.

"paul I'm pregnant not an invilet" I laughed "im perfectly capable of rolling my own bags"

"my tribal chief has told me that I take care of his wife while she's traveling to him. Im just doing what I'm told" he smiled.

I shook my head and smiled "I truly did marry an amazing man!"

At the airport

Sitting on his private jet I wondered how he was gonna react. I didn't have much time to think on it because my phone rang and he was on Skype. I answered and saw his gorgeous smile "hey babe!" I smiled.

"hi babygirl!" He smiled "I see Paul has taken you to the airport. I can't wait to see you! I was planning on taking you to the ruins of Tenochtitlan!" He smiled.

"I would love that! You know if it wasn't for the indigenous a lot of things people use every day wouldn't exist. Things like rubber wouldnt exist and we wouldn't have tires or those expensive shoes we wear wouldn't have their rubber souls. Mouthwash wouldn't exist, syringes, baby bottles and baby formula, the cultivation of corn, snow goggles, birth control, oral and topical pain killers, cable suspension bridges and many othes! None of those things would exist and we really should appreciate them more!"

"I agree! Also quinine!" He smiled.

"you've done your research! The first ever anti malarial drug!" I smiled.

"flight 21 now boarding for Mexico City!" The announcer said over the intercom.

"that's me babe! I'll see you soon!" I smiled "I love you"

"I love you to baby girl" he smiled back.

"you're a very lucky woman!" An older woman next to me said "he's a very handsome man!"

"he's my everything!" I smiled back, getting up to board the plane.

I handed my ticket to the stewardess "oh Mrs Anoa'i your on a private plane!" She smiled.

"he never disappoints" I smiled.

10 hours later in Mexico city

The flight here was uneventful and when I arrived I couldnt get off the plane fast enough. I knew he'd be at the airport waiting for me. I grabbed my carry on and headed off the plane. The the fight attendant opened the door he was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smile on his face. I ran down the stairs and leapt into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist "hey baby" he smiled giving me a kiss "I missed you"

"i missed you to!" I smiled back as he set my feet back on the ground.

"We'll go to Tenochtitlan tomorrow!" He smiled "i have something planned for tonight" he said with a smirk. I knew what that meant. I wasn't gonna know my own name. the mere thought of him taking me all over the hotel room- "mystic? Are you ok baby? You look kinda pale"

"yeah I'm fine. I'm just a little queasy. I have a surprise for you" I smiled

"oh what's that's?" He asked.

I took a deep breath and reached into the front of my bag and took out the pregnancy test i'd taken before handing it to him.

"what's this?" He asked.

"what does it look like" I smiled nervously.

"are you pregnant?" He smiled.

"yes" I smiled back.

"baby why are you shaking?" He asked.

"I'm scared" I said "I'm scared that you'll leave now that you know"

He put his hand under my chin, gently moving my gaze to meet his "baby i don't know why you'd think I'd leave just because you're pregnant. I know we've vaguely talked about kids but you have nothing to worry about!" He smiled and I felt my body relax. I leaned into him, feeling his strong arms wrapping around me, realizing I was safe in his arms.

"come on let's get back to the hotel" he smiled. I'm sure you're tired"

"I am but I want my husband!" I said with a smirk.

"oh yeah?" He said licking his lips "I'll take you all over our hotel room!"

At the hotel

"fuck baby girl!" He growled "that mouth feels so good!"

I felt him twitch in my mouth and I knew he was close. I felt him pull me off him, my mouth making a popping noise "face down ass up baby!"

I happily obeyed, shaking my ass when I was on all 4s. I felt him tease me with the tip, sliding it through my wet folds "Roman please!" I whined.

"so impatient!" He said finally sliding himself inside me, both of us moaning out in pleasure. I don't know if it was the pregnancy hormones or not but feeling him inside me for the first time in 3 months activated a part of me I didn't know was there. I moved my hips against his, fucking myself on his hardened flesh "oh fuck baby girl! That's it! Fuck yourself on my cock!" The sound of his hand connecting to my ass rang out and he ran his hand up the curve of my back and into my hair before grabbing a handful and pulling me back, thrusting into me, His hips snapping against mine. He pulled me so I was on my knees and reached his hand around to grab my throat "i'm gonna take you all over This hotel room! You'd like that wouldn't you? You wanna be my little whore?" He growled in my ear.

I bit my lip "yes daddy!" I groaned.

"say it to me!" He growled.

"please use me!" I groaned.

"that's my good girl!" He growled.

"fuck baby! The way that pussy is gripping me I think you're close! Be a good girl and cum on my cock!" He growled. Fuck his dirty talk always got me. "Fuck! Yesss!" I groaned.

"that's it baby! Let it go!" He groaned into my ear "uhn fuck! That's it milk my cock! Milk it dry! Uhn I'm gonna fill that pussy!"

His thrusts became sloppy and eratic, his hot cum coating my walls. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed and I followed him, snuggling into him "I love you" I smiled.

He smiled back "I love you to baby girl"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦#wwe smackdown #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #wwe smut #roman reigns smut #wwe #wwe fic #roman reigns imagine

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boonsmoon · 5 months

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Foundation of Love (2)

Request: PLS DO 2 PARTS🥺

Ask and ye shall receive Btw; you have the free will of being the goddess of literally anything

Part 1

Request Masterlist Mu Qing x f!reader Genres:🎉🌸💞🧪

Mu Qing and you were like two peas in a pod. It seems your time lacking experience has created an unbreakable bond.

Y'all were so tight in fact that you kept in contact even after you stopped working for Xie Lian. Now you are both Heavenly Officials with an extreme amount of believers and temples!

This; however, lead to a one-sided competition. Friendly, yes, but still odd to compete over who was the better deity. You like to consider yourself a humble goddess though, considering you aren't as prickly with the aesthetic of your temples like Mu Qing.

Ignoring the status you both held, he had this charm that was unlike that of a god, it was greater actually. You both spent enough time together to get to know the little things.

Like how he still remembers when a follower tried to offer a gift that none of your temples would accept 500 years ago. Even you don't remember what the item is on your own without him bringing it up. A fantastic memory but basically useless.

Or how he notices how quick you are to deal with the prayers of your believers. He's a hard-worker yes, but never would he acknowledge a prayer 5 seconds after hearing it. Mu Qing thinks you might be a bit too diligent, or have too much time on your hands.

In the end, you both know each other like the back of your hand. In fact most of the other officials think you two are together, but no! It's actually painful to watch from the sidelines.

Now Feng Xin is a protective older brother, and honestly he can barely tolerate Mu Qing after all these years. But, he can see that Mu Qing makes you happy, and your happiness has priority over his displeasure!

Unfortunately, Feng Xin sucks at this. And whenever he tries to get you to hang out with Mu Qing and ✨confess✨ it ends with you scolding Feng Xin for being an asshole.

It got to the point that one of the goddesses had to sit down and have a talk with you. While the conversation seemed nice, you could tell by the undertone she was basically demanding you admit your feelings to him.

And to be honest? You self reflected and realized he definitely wasn't gonna do it, so you had to. But that's fine, it's the 21st century, these things happen.

What you didn't know; however, was that Feng Xin had a passive aggressive conversation with Mu Qing basically saying the same thing. He NEEDS to confess or else.

With an agreed meeting in a garden, you both told the other you had important information which must be shared with the other. It could be gossip, latest trends among humans, who knows what the other wants to say?

The time of reckoning has come, and you are both visibly nervous. Who wouldn't be? Confessions are kinda tough.

Y'all have come to consensus earlier in your friendship that be straightforward is easiest, no matter what. You started, "s-so basically to make it simple, we need to stop this friendship. Now you go next!"

Mu Qing a look of horror on his face, contemplating on continuing, "I came to tell you we should ascend past a friendship... Be something more, but if that's not what-"

"Fantastic! We're on the same page and can get this over with," you interrupted him. He looked at you like you were insane, "you have a horrible way with words, I'll have you know that."

You lightly laughed, "yeah, but it's just my luck we had the same thing to say." And Mu Qing decided this was the time to be really romantic and kiss you. <3

im back on my cringe

but also i got a sudden burst of energy to WRITE so i MUST

BTW im noticing all my TGCF reqs are Mu Qing, so either the fandom is full of massive simps or theres a shortage of Mu Qing content

not complaining pls keep the reqs coming

#tgcf #tgcf x reader #heaven official's blessing #heaven official's blessing x reader #tian guan ci fu #tian guan ci fu x reader #mu qing #mu qing x reader

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moonshine999 · 6 months

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Spill your post trailer Helaegon ideas with us please😩

hellooo, I will try my utmost best to articulate them.. sensibly

as the teaser stands, the performances by Tom and Phia genuinely look phenomenal. It seems stealing the spotlight worthy, especially Phia. Since this is the first season we get to explore her character and also her last season because damn you writers, it looks like she’s really giving it her all and I’m genuinely so excited to see that. details? Love that they grew Aegon’s hair out, the Helaena shot of her looking up might be one most ethereal shots I’ve witnessed, the aegon strut was legit everything. things I am not much a fan of though is the costuming (for them, more so Aegon because we haven’t seen any Helaena dresses in full, at least officially). Because though I love the sunfyre embroidery on his outfit now, it literally looks no different from the coronation costume at first glance. Sure it is dark green instead of black but like cmon. Give aegon pretty costumes 😌. Also sad we didn’t see Sunfyre, Dreamfyre is understandable but come on, we see Syrax and not the most beautiful dragon in the world? Not the dragon who had the strongest dragon-rider bond in history with Aegon? Not the dragon who ends up killing Rhaenyra?? THE FUCK.

but I’ll stop complaining because the teaser is nice and these are just nitpicks about the definite bias. .

. Okay the next things I’m gonna cover are more so ideas for scenes rather than a breakdown or analysis cuz we literally got 2 shots of each of them 🥲

🕯️Helaena’s visions

I did see quite a few posts saying/implying that we will dive more into Helaena’s visions this season. So I do think it would be interesting to understand that dynamic with her and Aegon when she has them. Like has he matured enough to understand that even though he can’t comprehend his wife, she needs his help OR he still thinks that she is acting idiotic as he did in s1. The leak that said something along the lines that Aegon will first be seen at the council, bored but then is called to attend to his queen could also tie into this. Maybe Helaena isn’t crouching over due to pain of pregnancy ,as some have speculated , but due to the suddenness or pain of one of her visions.

(also I have put a one shot surrounding this in the W.I.P folder along with the thousand others lying there so expect it in about 80 years 😃)

🕯️just them handling being king and queen

this is a pretty vague thing but literally just show them. Just show them getting along, sitting at councils, dragon riding, sleeping in the same room, all before b&c rips everything down. Even one scene of them together handling this can work, in fact just one scene of them being soft with each other would just go to show what it was like and what it could have been like had the war not happened. Just adding more tragedy to their story.

🕯️flashbacks

another pretty vague one. But as I said in this post , I really do think we should have seen them as kids, how they get along and especially their wedding. They could perhaps fit it in, in the episode of the funeral. Aegon or Hela looking back on that day, when things were arguably simpler and their only concerns were stopping Aegon from crying during sex. (IM SORRY, WE ALL KNOW IT HAPPENED)

okay more seriously though, them reminiscing on the past i.e. the day their union was first formed on the day it all broke apart. They as parents should be allowed to feel that grief, with each other and I genuinely hope we don’t get robbed of that. speaking of them as parents though…

🕯️the kids

it is actually so unsettling that half the fans didn’t even realise that they have kids until b&c started being talked about.

Again I beg, SHOW THEM. show them talking to Jaehaerys about becoming heir, how Aegon would go back to his memory of his mother doing the same to him (could also come under flashbacks). Show them trying to stop Maelor to stop crying, show them sitting with their kids at the feast, show them trying to manage their duties as well as their kids.

but alas it’s just speculation, half of them just wishes. Let’s hope we get some glimpse of their dynamic is season 2 because my god helaegon nation is starving.

#house of the dragon #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #team green #helaegon #helaena x aegon ii #asks #anon #pro team green #hotd speculation #analysis #???#helaegon hcs #incoherent thoughts ??#Idek #rambles #thank you for the lovely ask tho

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thedisablednaturalist · 8 months

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Office disability culture is so fucked in environmental science and fieldwork. Like the mindset that to do the job you have to be in perfect physical health or you should just quit. Like I'm not talking about something that is 100% physical labor here, everything is mostly achievable with aids and you don't need to be able to do every single thing. But there's this weird like..pride..that my older coworkers have. They work out in the gym and brag about how many reps they did. They tease each other for having medical issues. They don't ask for accommodations because they fear that their legitimacy will be hurt. That it means that they can't do their job anymore. That they won't be TRUSTED to do their jobs anymore. That it will get taken away.

So they FURTHER hurt their bodies by not resting, not taking breaks, not using ergonomic equipment, not using safety equipment. Not drinking enough water. Not using mobility aids when they are so old that it's supposed to be acceptable. They don't use the scooters at the grocery store, they don't use their handicapped placard, they don't use knee pads or compression gloves.

And here I come in, 24 years old, looking perfectly healthy. And I use walking sticks, I sit down a lot, I have my care bag, I have a ton of gadgets for making fieldwork more comfortable, I have boundaries and limits, I wear braces and knee pads and compression gloves. I use my handicapped placard.

They react in one of two ways:

1. How DARE I. I'm so lucky to be young and no one sees THEM having to do all those things (literally nothing is stopping them but pride). Like old man if you need a break take a fucking break. I'm not going to hurt my health to make you feel better about hurting yours. I'm not risking a flare up to spare the 65 year olds feelings. Im gonna take my break and use my equipment cause my boss doesn't care as long as the work gets done. I'm tired of glares from 100 year olds making themselves struggle across the parking lot when they could also be using the fucking scooter. (I never take the last scooter, there's always another available. Also it's not my fault if walmart only provides 2 scooters for the whole store).

2. It shows them its okay. Its okay to need aids. When I first showed up at my job it was very...macho..everyone was afraid of seeming old (theres probably only 3 of us under 30 in the whole department, most people are at least 50, mainly 65 year olds). Then they saw me using my walking sticks, taking my medicine openly, bringing a chair with me when working away from my desk, using my TENS unit. I overheard one lady ask her granddaughter what fibromyalgia was (apparently she had spotted my pain tracking journal).

My older coworker with a bad knee got a walking stick like mine and beamed when she showed me. The grandmother uses a cane and a walker interchangeably and more often. I get asked where I get my little portable fan and pocket heaters and special clothing. Even abled coworkers are doing it. My coworker who's younger than me sets alarms to take breaks now just like I do. People seem more comfortable using things that help them now.

My boss has really struggled. He has a lot of internalized ableism and hates thinking of himself as crippled. He spent his whole life physically active and strong and all these health issues and overexertion are catching up with him. Like he did environmental testing in areas with fucking radon. He did work where they threw asbestos around like snow for fun. He's done a ton of really hard physical work. He grew up with the mentality that pain was just something everyone has to push through. But I think seeing a young person make the choice not to push through is helping him a bit. He wants to make his own walking stick, he goes to the doctor more. We bond over having constant medical issues and I even gave him the name of my surgeon. Yea he still says stuff like "shoot me if I have to use a wheelchair" (not as much anymore since he now knows I use one) but he's getting there.

Yeah so I've had this in my drafts for a bit and I wanted to update that my boss has been walking around with a fucking broken ankle for the past couple of weeks. He thought it was just arthritis pain and eventually couldn't take it anymore and went to the foot doctor. The doctor has no clue how the fuck he's been walking on it. Now he has to wear the boot and he's banned from fieldwork while he heals.

Older people and the elderly need to learn that it's okay to not push through the pain and ask for help. Everyone needs to learn this, and not be like my fucking boss. Go to the doctor, get that sore joint checked out. Get those tests done. Use that aid. Stop walking on a broken ankle just because you can.

#chronic disability #chronic pain #spoonie #disability #from the field #wrenfea.exe #literally fucking flabbergasted #he walked in after leaving for a bit to go to his appointment and came back like so yeah my ankles been broken #BUDDY #everyone needs help sometimes you dont deserve to be in pain #like thats some catholic guilt shit im pretty sure #this man has had 4 major back surgeries so i guess a broken ankle is nothing compared to that #but still...jesus fucking christ #not sprained..BROKEN #and thats along with all the rest of the pain hes in #like i get being used to pain but if i stub my toe during a flare up I can't handle it because it pushes my pain level over the edge #so it actually makes me less tolerable since im already in pain #but im used to a higher pain level than abled people are #ok im done rambling for now im gonna go play Minecraft

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kingkennny10 · 11 months

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Lonely Day • Stenny x Reader

poly!stenny x reader, hurt/comfort? i be traumatizing stan, tw for blood! ive had this brewing for months now, i love stan and kenny so much :( also i dont proofread for shit so good luck readingggg >:]

You, Stan and Kenny have been together for around 2 years, you guys have been through so much together and are very close knit. It was barely a 2nd thought when you all decided that 4th of july would just be you 3 having an absolute blast. You guys couldn't afford much but you ended up getting 2 boxes of sparkle fountains and then 2 packs of the hand held sparklers.

The night started off amazing, you guys had a playlist full of songs that reminded you all of your relationship blasting from the porch. You guys had already set off the sparkle fountains and were now just chasing eachother with sparklers in hand. Stan almost caught up to Kenny when Ken suddenly dropped to the floor like a stone. You stopped dead in your tracks and Stan rushed to his lovers side tossing his sparkler down to the road. He pulled Kenny to his lap already shaking.

"Whats going on?" You asked shakily, fearing the worst. Stan shook his head and held up his now covered in blood hand.

"I-I'm not sure, s-so much blood." Stan was in a pure state of shot, eyes blone wide as he took in his partners bloodied form.

"BABE THE COPS! QUICK!" You shouted and ran to their sides. Stan didn't move for a second as tears ran down his face. You pulled Ken off of Stan and onto your lap checking his wound, he was shot by a stray bullet. You moved your hand to apply pressure on his wound. Kenny placed his hand over yours that was pressing the entry wound on his neck. He couldnt speak, when he tried all that came out was blood in a garbbled mess. Stan walked away sitting on the grass maby 5 feet away, you could faintly hear his shaky voice crying into the phone to the dispatcher.

Kenny didn't break eyecontact with you not once. He held tightly to your hand and slowly pulled it away wincing from the stinging pain. "Ken I swear to god if I dont see you tomorrow Im gonna break all your shit." You choked out over sobs. he ran his hand up your forearm leaving his blood over your matching tattoo. It was a spur of the moment idea to get the abreviated lyrics of your lovesong tattood on eachother. Once you realized where his hand was you noticed the song was playing from the speaker on the porch.

'and if you go, i wanna go with you. and if you die, i wanna die with you.'

You leaned your head down to press your foreheads together. "This is no time to be romantic Ken." He had a wide smile spred across his face, you held his hand again and kissed his bloody lips softly. Finally off the phone with dispatch Stan made his way over to the both of you and put his hand on yours and Kenny's.

"The ambulance is on its way Ken, don't fall asleep." Stan sobbed out. You lifted your head to press your forehead against Stans now. You shook your head slowly you hated seeing your other boyfriend like this, he didn't have the pleasure of knowing that you'd all would wake up in bed together tomorrow.

"They're not gonna make it baby, he's losing too much blood." You whispered to Stan. Realization his him that youre right, but he just couldn't give up. He shook his head against yours and tilted his head to look at his other partner. He moved his hand to put pressure onto Ken's wound making him wince in pain again, this time coughing up more blood.

"You'll make it Ken, please make it." Stan rested his head on Kenny's chest which lead him to place his hand on the back of Stans head. You watched as Kenny closed his eyes, you had one hand on each of them and tilted your head to look up at the stars. "I love you both so much, this can't be the end." You heard Stan's muffled voice below you begging for his boyfriend to make it through this. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you heard sirens in the distance.

Kenny was pronounced dead on arrival and you could only hold an comfort your lover as they took his body away in a black bag. Stan didn't stop shaking until you got into the shower together. The only thing giving you strength to keep it together was the hope you held that you'd both wake up in Ken's arms tomorrow morning. You guys sat in the shower for almost an hour holding eachother after washing away every trace of blood.

Once you both got dressed and ready to lay down you pressed play on the same playlist letting it play softly in the background. Stan was already in bed squeezing Kenny's pillow to his chest when you turned around. You waisted no time in joining him, holding him close and leaving kisses on the top of his head. Somehow you and Ken's song ended up looping and it's what you both fell asleep to that night.

The next afternoon you woke up to Kenny caressing your arm from the other side of Stan. "You didn't break anything did you?" He wispered to you with a shit eating grin scross his face. You glared at him and snuggled into stan.

"I might do it since you wanna be an ass." You whispered back. He let out a soft chuckle and leaned over Stan to kiss you on the lips.

"I love your music choice by the way." Kenny said while shifting to hold Stan to his chest. You rolled your eyes at his remark.

"Whatever, I shuffled the playlist but it started looping this." You said with a laugh. Kenny closed his eyes nuzzling his face into Stan's back.

"You love me!" Kenny said and reached his arm over so he was holding you aswell now.

"Can you guys argue quieter, I want to sleep more." Stan's raspy voice chimed in muffled by the pillow in his face.

"Shut up you love us." You said and poked his side. He jolted popping his head up to look at you.

"No I hate you both actually." He stated in an exaggerated matter of fact tone. Now it was Ken's turn to poke at his side.

"You can't lie you us babes." Kenny stated wrapping both his arms around Stan's waist. "I love you both soooo much." Now it was your turn to grab onto Stan, which led to him crashing back onto the bed.

"I also love you both." Stan spoke up muffled yet again by the pillows.

"Well, that means I love you both more!" You said muffled into Stan's side. No matter how many times something like this happens, the next morning ends up the same. Completely full of love for eachother, nothing can separate you guys. Not even death itself.

no one will understand how much i adore poly stenny x reader, they mean so much to me and thats why i have an entire apocolypse au dedicated to them in the mfn works. might post something mike makowski related soon >:) feeling EVIL and by that i mean, smut 😭

#poly stenny #south park x reader #south park #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #stan marsh x reader #hurt/comfort #stenny #south park kenny #south park stan #kenny x reader #kenny mccormick x y/n #stan marsh x y/n

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lactosa2 · 4 months

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Helloooo! im just gonna put the second part of the drabble and then keep sleep bc i need it :3

as the first part is gonna have gramatical mistakes, but im gonna fix them later

-4670 words

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TALK TO ME (2/2)

You didn't hesitate and your hands covered his back, pressing the tips of your fingers against him, you didn't want to say anything because you know that the best thing is to wait for him to decide to speak, he doesn't like to vent under pressure.

Omen brought both his hands to your hips, his knees bent and he lifted you off the ground as his figure straightened. Your legs were now around his waist while your head was now hidden in the front of his neck, his chin on top of your head with his hands on your butt to keep you from falling. (muejejej)

He walked towards the bed and sat down, making you sit on his lap, regardless of the change in position, both of you stayed still, your head was still in the same place. Except for Omen's, one of them began to caress your hair while his other hand stayed where it was before.

You thought about speaking, about asking him how he was doing and what had happened, but you couldn't, it wasn't a lump in your throat, on the contrary. It was a kind of heat that spread from the bottom of your chest to your entire body, making you only able to focus on the relaxation that it brought to your brain, as if your body and soul recognized the place and the touch and all your defenses. They will be eliminated to make you weak to their touch. But you love being weak.

You sighed and settled even more into his form, your arms and legs surrounding him and squeezing you lovingly into him, the doubts in your mind quickly calming down as his claws massaged your scalp, bringing that relaxation to your state of mind that made you melt. Instantly.

You felt a slight shame, he was the one who was stressed and worried, however, he was the one who was giving you relaxation and love, it had to be the other way around, right?

You rested your cheek against his shoulder and began to speak. "What happened?.." You felt a small snort come from him as his hands now rested on your back, "Didn't Cypher talk to you?" He asked with a doubtful voice, in his mind Cypher would talk to you since he had some of the information from the last mission, so he assumed that he would inform you of what happened.

You shook your head in denial, when you tried to talk to Cypher he denied you the information, "He told me that it was your duty to talk about it…" Omen understood his reasons, after all, it was Omen's past and pain, not him. from others, so he would have to see if he felt comfortable sharing that information or not. Omen moved his head so that his face was against your forehead, simulating a kiss, "I know… but it's hard. I'll need time." His body tensed as he squeezed you.

"I'm fine as long as you're fine, and… we'll talk about this when you're comfortable. Just… don't put more pressure on yourself than you can handle." You whispered in a voice that you hoped would comfort him, you didn't want to pressure him, and if he had needed More than a week to be able to see you means that it was definitely difficult for him, especially when he completely trusted you, you knew everything about him, and eventually he would feel ready, no need to rush his feelings, and that's okay for you.

"Thank you.." he whispered while his face was still against your forehead, his tense body was now soft if it weren't for the armor, but you still felt like the blue glow was now gone, he was in complete tranquility. . "It's the least… and, I have my own radar for when you're sad, so I can come and give you kisses to see if you improve a little" you laughed softly as you raised your head, now seeing what his face would be like. One of his hands moved to brush the hair from your face and put it behind your ear, then he caressed your cheek gently.

"You know I'll need your radar active for many years to come, right?" His voice wasn't muffled or harsh like before, it was soft with a hint of teasing. "I know, and I'm very very very prepared" you laughed and moved your head forward, placing your lips on where his would be, even if he didn't have lips, he enjoyed the contact and stayed still, his hands adoringly caressing your figure as he He pressed you against him.

"I love you… rest assured" Omen whispered as both hands cradled your face and pulled you away from the kiss to look directly into your eyes, you nodded. It wasn't something he said a lot but that only made every time he said it make it even more special for both of them.

"I keep it in mind, and also, I love you too" you wanted to keep a serious face and not smile with joy and nervousness, but it was not something that was under your power, the corner of your lips smiled against your will as you looked at him with love, a lot of love.

#valorant x reader #omen x reader #omen valorant #valorant #csm x reader #valorant omen #valorant omen x reader

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vmlnrz · 1 year

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hi!! itoshi rin with prompt no1! seems so interesting omg

you didn't even ask for much. rin still got annoyed. so so annoyed when you walked several steps behind him, asking him to play with you too. he was only 9 after all. and you were only 8, following him, convincing him to play soccer with you too. you'd do great. you've watched people play. you can kick. you promise. you sounded like a broken record. your persistent requests met with a frustrated sigh. as he halted. and he turned around, placing the football down and kicking it towards you till it reached your feet.

"kick it."

with little contemplation, you gave the football a kick back to him. regrettably, your effort fell short—the ball only reaching the midway point between you and him. his eyebrows furrowed in disappointment, a visibly growing frustration. as he strode towards the ball. he took a powerful swing, launching it with great force towards your legs, causing a sharp pang of pain. wincing, you stood still regardless.

as he taunted you, his words dripped with arrogance as he boasted about his own foot strength(along with how him and his brother are going to be the best strikers in the world)(you have no idea what he's talking about) and urged you to make another attempt. your kick was very close to connecting to his feet, but alas, it fell just short. rin let out a huff before snatching up the ball and proceeding to say very spiteful things to you. how you suck. your soccer skills suck. and the pink hair clip you wore was ugly.

after saying all that, he simply turns around and strolls away. but you've had enough. you've only been nice to him, and you won't take this. and as a payback, you ran and jumped on his back and bit him.

as both get older, he got into his girls are weak and you got into your yuck, boys phase. he was not as expressive and so weren't you. rude remarks were the only thing you two had to offer each other. that one time, he accidentally found your diary. and before he got to read any further, you snatched it back and hit his head with the book.

few more years later. you've been avoiding him, he didn't had it in him to talk to you. but you did notice his change in behavior. he appeared colder, meaner, distant.

maybe finally at age when both could sit in a room together with just silence and no insults. maybe even little talks at the rooftop. he's gonna graduate highschool, hopefully changed for better. he wonders if you know that he was the one who placed the pink hairclips on your desk on valentines day. he lets you carry the conversation. and you could note him trying his best to come up with a playful remark that matched your energy.

shut up, rin-chan

hm? you still bite people who dont agree with you?

only annoying people

how annoying do i have to be for you to bite me again?

eh?

as a change of topic, he apologizes. it confuses you and he apologizes again. and you laugh at that, reminding that it was years ago. when you both were 9 and 8. a little hum from him and the quiet companies the cold on the rooftop.

you both are uni students now. but then again, rin is still uncertain about what to do when he notices you sitting all by yourself at a few tables' distance at the cafe. he wished for an excuse to talk to you and that was granted when you dropped your book as you walked out.

as he was about to utter your name, he abruptly halted at the sight of it—the familiar book with crumpled, off-white pages. he found it amusing that you still held onto it, despite your carelessness for dropping it.

he pretends he doesn't know what the book is. he pretends not to read the cover which has a big red cross with some fierce "keep off" labels and stickers.

he wished to see his name on it, instead he found so many of "hey diary, i almost forgot you existed" "got a hold of this diary 2 years later" "i forgot to write again" "i was lazy but anyway 3 years of not writing in this diary-" "im so inconsistent"

his face shows nothing but disbelief. but then he remembers when he had read that one page full detail of "i hate rin-chan" he remembers how right after reading that he got hit on the head with the same book.

he finds the valentines day page. he could almost feel the arrogance in your handwriting where it said "i know who got me the clips."

when he sights a "rin-chan" written a few pages after, he reads the starting line...rin-chan is so mean- he skips the start. by the end you had confessed to your diary that you only wanted to get closer to him. and that you had no interest in soccer whatsoever.

he scoffs.

one thing rin didn't realise that he was in the middle of the cafe reading that. and what shook him to realization was the bells ringing when you hurried back into the cafe looking for your diary.

#rushed ending again im sry #im not fully consious while writing this #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin #rin x reader

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rubyreduji · 11 months

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eat your young | the games pt 2

tags: hunger games!au, fake dating, angst warnings: death, violence, survivor's guilt, panick attack-ish?, jihoon pov heavy ass chapter my bad i got caried away wc: 6.4k an: this chapter is particularly angsty idk im sorry fjdskladslk, BUT now that they are in the arena here is a rough map of what it looks like link

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You and Jihoon slowly walk up to Wonwoo. None of you say anything as you all stare at Seokmin’s body. You duly note that you still have to find Hansol as well. Wonwoo turns to you two as you approach, and you can see his eyes are moist with tears.

“I-, I should have,” Wonwoo’s voice breaks, “I shouldn’t have taken the knife. I was sitting watch and I asked him for it and if he had it he could have protected himself. If I was a better guard I-”

You place your hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault. All the what if’s in the world can’t bring him back, but no matter what it’s not your fault. All we can do now is pay our respects.”

Wonwoo gives you a teary-eyed nod and you walk up to Seokmin’s body. You gently remove the knife from his stomach and set it aside before pushing his eyelids closed. You grab knife from the ground and then stand.

“Sleep well, Seokmin-ah,” Wonwoo whispers. It doesn’t take long for a hovercraft to show up. It grabs Seokmin’s body and you look away as his body is pulled up into the air.

A few minutes later there’s rustling in the trees and you whip around, only to see Hansol emerging from the trees.

“I’ve been hiding the whole time, are they gone?” You nod. Hansol continues to walk to the group, but frowns when he sees you all standing there. “Where’s Seokmin?”

You can’t look at Hansol in the face, so you look to the side when you respond. “He…didn’t make it through the attack.”

“O-oh.” Hansol doesn’t say anything else, he just walks up to the group and allows you to wrap him up in a hug. You don’t know if the hug is to comfort him or yourself, but it doesn’t really matter.

You knew that this was going to eventually happen, but you weren’t ready for it to be within the first day. You didn’t know Seokmin too well, you didn’t even like him that much, but it still pains you to lose someone you trusted enough to ally with.

“We’ll leave at daybreak,” you say. “There’s nothing here for us anymore.”

Everyone silently agrees with you and you walk off. You’re not sure how you feel. Guilty? Sad? Angry? All of the above?

You killed that District 1 girl. Jihyo. That was her name. You remember because she was the first one reaped this year. The boy had a hold on Jihoon and you blacked you and suddenly both Jihyo and the boy were on the floor, and Jihoon was safe. Underneath the surface she was just a person too, doing what she had to survive.

Ten people are dead and you’re not even through the first night. Ten people are dead, and you killed two of them. How many more are you going to have to kill until it’s just you and Jihoon left? Your throat tightens. What happens when you have to leave Wonwoo and Hansol? Are you going to let them die off? Are you going to kill them yourself?

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. It echoes in your ears. You stare down at your hands. They’re shaking. It’s dark out but you can see the blood stained on them. Your knuckles are dark and bruised from the fight earlier. The weight of your axe feels too heavy on your belt right now.

“Y/N-” You feel a hand touch your shoulder and you jump away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You try to focus on the voice. It’s Jihoon’s. “Hey, breathe. It’s okay. I’m gonna touch you now, okay?” You feel Jihoon’s hand slide down your shoulder to your hand where he grabs it and squeezes. You squeeze back. You focus on your breathing.

It takes a minute, and you’re still shaken up, but your chest doesn’t feel so heavy and your ears aren’t ringing anymore. Your grip on Jihoon is tight and you’re sure you’re hurting his hands. Jihoon doesn’t complain though.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. When you open your eyes again, you can see Jihoon’s face better. There’s concern set in his eyes.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“You’re okay. This is all…a lot. I’m also still…” Jihoon doesn’t continue, but you understand. “We should just sleep.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“I know, but we’ll feel better after we sleep. Just try with me?” Jihoon’s thumb runs over your knuckles. “Even if you don’t sleep, at least lay down with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” You were fighting Jihoon earlier, but as soon as you lay down you feel your exhaustion take you over. Your mind is still reeling but Jihoon’s body is cuddled into your side and you can hear him breathing in your ear. You focus on his breath and eventually you’re able to drift to sleep.

The mood is somber in the morning.

“What’s the plan for moving islands?” Wonwoo asks.

Hansol is still asleep and you and Jihoon have just woken up. It seems Wonwoo wasn’t able to sleep last night.

“We have to think about threats that may be lurking on the other islands, but we’re already down ten tributes,” you say. You’re still buried deep into the sleeping bag. “I think that we should move to the next closest island though. It minimizes time in the water which means less threat from the tributes who can actually swim.”

You stir around and eventually climb out of the sleeping bag. Jihoon wants to pull you back in and stay there forever, but he knows he can’t do that, so he climbs out as well.

Jihoon knows he’s in the Hunger Games and truly only one person can win, but he wasn’t expecting to lose someone so soon. Especially the person who was his ally. Seokmin saw something in him that nobody else did and now he’s gone.

He told Jihoon about his family and the animals they worked with and how wanted to prove himself in the games. He didn’t want to be just some silly guy who didn’t stand a chance. It pains Jihoon to know that he will never be able to show everyone what he truly could do. Jihoon saw him in training working with the knife and ropes, he was truly skilled.

Jihoon can’t blame Wonwoo for taking Seokmin’s knife though. He was sitting watch at the time, he needed protection too. The whole situation was a tragedy.

“Can someone wake Hansol up? I want us to move out as soon as possible,” you say, breaking Jihoon from his thoughts. “I’ll try and combine all of our items into one bag for easier travel.”

“Y/N-ah,” Jihoon gasps a bit and you look over at him. You look a bit shocked as well.

“Jihoon, your neck.” Jihoon reaches up and touches his neck. It’s still tender from last night.

“It’s…really bruised,” Wonwoo explains. “Y/N, your face is too.”

“Yeah, because that District 1 bitch punched me,” you grumble. Your fingers are also all beat up, purple and red spattered over your knuckles. “We don’t have time to dwell on appearances though. We have to get moving.”

Eventually everyone is awake and everything is packed and ready to go. The group stands on the edge of the island and you scope out which island is the closest.

“That way.” You point to the right. In view there’s another island that looks very green with trees and a bit of sand surrounding it, like a beach. It’s most likely a jungle styled island, there’s been a few arenas in the past that have had similar themes.

The swim looks a little bit less than a mile which Jihoon internally groans at.

It already took him an embarrassingly long time to swim from the Cornucopia to the island they’re on, and that was probably a little over a quarter of a mile. It doesn’t seem like anyone in their group are exemplary swimmers though and Jihoon knows you’re just hoping the District 4 tributes don’t come after you guys.

You’re securing your axe and the bag to your person you turn to the group. “Are you guys ready?”

“What if I drown?” Hansol asks, looking worried.

“You won’t. You were able to get across the sea the first time and you were in distress.”

“You basically dragged me the whole way.”

“Then I’ll drag you again if needed. I’m not staying on this island, so it’s do or die.”

“You know we could die, while doing,” Wonwoo says. “I’m fine with this plan, I’m just stating the facts.” You roll your eyes at him.

You don’t seem to be taking any more complaints as you wade into the water. You get until it’s deep enough you can start swimming and you take off. Wonwoo is quick to follow after you.

Jihoon follows after you, knowing that out of everyone here he’s the one who has the least say in staying on the island or not. Where you go, he follows. Seeing everyone else take off Hansol sighs and gets into the water as well. Good choice, you do have all the supplies after all.

Jihoon was never taught how to swim. It’s a bit hard to learn when you live in the middle of the woods. Out of everyone, Wonwoo is the best swimmer. You’re not too bad yourself and Jihoon wonders where you learnt to swim. Jihoon on the other hand, is struggling. He’s basically flailing around in the water and trying his best to not get water in his mouth. It only works once in a while. His spear isn’t making things easier and he almost keeps poking himself in the face.

Hansol is in the same boat as Jihoon is and Jihoon doesn’t know if that makes him feel better or worse. It’s probably been thirty minutes and the group is still only halfway through. If it wasn’t for Jihoon and Hansol, Jihoon thinks you and Wonwoo would already be to the other island.

The water isn’t as cold as it was the first time they swam through it though, and Jihoon is grateful for that.

It takes probably another twenty minutes to reach the shore of the island and Jihoon falls down onto the sand. His body is tired and he’s completely wet and still a bit cold. At least nothing attacked them while swimming.

“A jungle, huh,” Jihoon hears you muttering.

You’re standing next to his head staring at what lays beyond the beach. You’re still dripping wet and Jihoon stares in awe at the way the sun shines against your dewy skin. Your hair is hanging lip in your face and you’re slighting scowling, but Jihoon still thinks you look gorgeous.

“Hey Soonyoung?” You yell to the sky, not caring if you’re alerting any dangers your location. “Can we get some water or something?”

Oh right, sponsorships. Jihoon wonders if he has any. Or more if you have any. He’s sure you do, not just from your high training score and charming interview, but also due to the fact the whole Capitol seemed obsessed with your storyline with Jihoon. Especially the part where you vowed to get him home safe.

You stand there for a moment more and when nothing happens you grumble, “Fucking useless. Come on Ji, we gotta go find some water.”

You reach down and help Jihoon up on his feet. You reach over and push Jihoon’s wet hair out of face and smile at him softly. Jihoon blushes.

Jihoon follows closely behind you as you lead the group into the jungle. The foliage is thick and you keep having to use your axe to chop it out of the way. It seems like no threats reside on this island. At least not right now.

Jihoon’s eyes scan the area, looking for something. Food, water, shelter, danger. He’s not sure, but he’s looking. There’s a glint of something up ahead, like the reflection of water.

“Look.” Jihoon points and you follow his gaze.

“Let’s go check it out.”

As Jihoon gets closer to it, he realizes it is water. A giant pond surrounded by plants glistening in the sunlight.

“I don’t trust it,” you say softly.

Wonwoo steps up beside you. He squints at the water before moving closer to it to inspect it. “It looks artificial. It could be dangerous.”

Wonwoo looks around before picking up a stick from the ground. When he throws it into the water, the water around it sizzles. Jihoon wonders if it’s some kind of acid. It’s at least not safe to drink.

“Water!” Hansol proclaims and runs down to the pond. You try to grab him but you miss.

“Hansol, no!”

Hansol’s hands are already in the water before he hears you and he quickly pulls his hands back, hissing. He quickly wipes his hands on the ground, trying to get the ‘water’ off of them. When he brings his hands up, they’re red and blisters are already starting to form.

There’s a scowl on your face as you move down towards the water. Jihoon thinks you’re going to help Hansol, but you get up into Wonwoo’s face instead.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What are you talking?” Wonwoo glares at you back.

“You didn’t stop him. You saw him coming, you knew the water was dangerous, and yet you let him stick his hands right in it.” You shove at Wonwoo’s shoulder a bit.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, like he’s annoyed at you. “What was I supposed to do? I didn’t know he was gonna stick his hands right in it. I barely had time to even realize he was there.”

“How unaware can you be to not notice? We’re supposed to be looking out for each other.”

Jihoon quickly moves towards you two, not wanting the fight to evolve into something worse. He tugs at your arm and puts his body between you and Wonwoo.

“Y/N-ah, come on. We have to help Hansol.” Jihoon is able to pull you away from the fight, but there’s still a scowl set on your face as you move over to where Hansol is nursing his hands.

“We need fresh water to clean his hands,” you say. “I think there’s some ointment in the first aid stuff. We just need water.”

Ding.

Jihoon looks up to see a silver container floating down out the sky. It lands on the ground.

A sponsor gift.

You quickly grab it and open it. Inside is a piece of metal tubing shaped strangely. Jihoon’s never seen something like it before and he tilts his head, trying to figure it out. You seem to know what it is though as you stand and move over to the tree.

You hold it up to the tree and use the back of your axe to push it into the tree. Jihoon then gets it. It’s a tap.

A few seconds later water starts to pour out of the tree and Jihoon helps Hansol move over so he can wash his hands off. You dig around in the bag and grab out the bandages and the water canteen. Everyone takes turns drinking the water before you fill up the canteen and pocket the tap.

You and Wonwoo both look to have cooled down now that you’ve drank some water and Jihoon hopes it stays that way. Starting a fight with the allies is not a great way to stay alive.

“We should find some food,” Wonwoo suggests. You nod.

“Let’s split up. We’ll meet back here when the sun is at it’s highest,” you tell the group.

“What happens if we run into trouble?” Hansol asks.

“Do your best to get away, come find us. You’ll be safe though, Wonwoo will protect you. Right?” You shoot Wonwoo a look and he looks like he wants to start another fight but nods.

“Right. I have a knife. We’ll be okay.”

With that you split up. Wonwoo and Hansol go in one direction, while you and Jihoon go in the other direction.

“Do you trust Wonwoo with Hansol?” Jihoon asks you once they’re out of earshot.

“No, but I trust him with you less, and I’m not letting you and Hansol on your own out here,” you respond. “I don’t think he’s going to do anything though.”

Jihoon reaches out for your hand, a desire to comfort you overtaking him. You squeeze his hand.

You two walk in comfortable silence, looking for something to eat. Jihoon went to the plant survival station, but he can only remember a few of the poisonous plants and even fewer edible ones.

The air is hot and uncomfortable and Jihoon misses the cold climate from back home. District 7 may not have always been kind to him, but Jihoon finds himself missing a lot from back home. One thing mainly being his guitar.

He wishes for nothing more than to be sitting in Beomju’s living room, writing music with the older boy. They’d take a break a few hours in so Jihoon can stretch his legs. They’d eat lunch together and then Beomju would suggest they talk a walk into town.

While in town they would walk the market and see what everyone was selling that day. Maybe Beomju would convince Jihoon to buy something that tickled his fancy. Sitting at a booth towards the end would be Joshua with his hand beaded bracelets.

If Jihoon was lucky you’d be in town as well. You’d have a bundle of wooden boards hauled on your shoulder and you’d stop for a moment to talk to Joshua. Jihoon would stare at you, the way he caught himself doing multiple times.

It never meant anything. Just Jihoon appreciating the skills of something he could never do. He’s let his eyes linger on the muscle of your arms before you were off again and Jihoon would wonder what it’s like to be you.

“Ji,” you say. The real you, not the one in Jihoon’s thoughts. Jihoon blinks and suddenly his daydream has disappeared and you’re staring at him. The one real thing about Jihoon’s imaginary scenario, is that you’re just as good looking in real life.

“Sorry I spaced out. What’s happening?”

“Look.” You nod your head towards something in the distance. When Jihoon gets a better glance he sees it’s a type of hog. It’s staring back.

“Is it a mutt?”

“It would have attacked already if it was,” you say in a hushed whisper. “What I think it is, is our meal for the next two days.”

“How are we going to kill it?”

“We? You’re the one holding the spear Jihoon-ah.”

“Me! I can’t do that. I can barely even throw the thing, let alone aim well enough to hit something. What about your axe?”

“It’s too clunky. Sure, I can throw it, but it’s not really meant for long distance. The spear is quicker and easier.”

Deep down Jihoon knows you’re right, but he’s not going to risk not eating for the next two days just because he can’t aim.

“Why can’t you do it?” Jihoon tries to push the spear into your hands but you shove it back.

“I don’t know how to use that thing any better than you do. You’ve been training with it for three days. You can do it, Ji, I believe in you.”

Jihoon has to stop himself from getting weak at the knees from your words, but it’s hard when you’re looking at him like that and using that nickname on him. All of Jihoon’s friends call him “Hoonie” and he kind of hates it. It’s too cute. No one takes him seriously already and the childish nickname doesn’t help. ‘Ji’ is different though. It gives Jihoon strength.

Jihoon lets out a huff. He can do this. He turns towards the hog and stares it down. He lifts the spear and readies himself. He’s been able to hit the target before in training, he can do it now. Jihoon reels his shoulder back before launching the spear into the air.

It flies across the jungle. It’s a bit wobbly and Jihoon’s arm muscle feels weird after, but none of that matters when the knife sinks into the boar’s leg. It lets out a high pitched squeal and tries to run but falls to the ground instead.

Jihoon didn’t kill it, but he did immobilize it.

“Oh my god, you hit it! I knew you could do. I’m so proud of you Songbird!” You scoop Jihoon up into a hug. He hugs you back tightly, filled with ecstasy. He hit it. “Come on!” You grab his hand and pull him towards the hog.

Jihoon doesn’t think he’s seen you this excited in a while and it makes him feel good knowing he caused it.

The pig is still squealing when you approach it. You pluck Jihoon’s spear out of its leg and it lets out another whine.

“Sorry dude,” you tell the hog before stabbing the spear down into its heart, killing it for good. You hand the spear back to Jihoon and he grimaces at the blood on it.

You lean down and pick up the boar. Jihoon takes a second to admire your sheer strength before following after you back to the meeting spot. Jihoon hopes that Wonwoo and Hansol found even more food as well. If they did, the group would be set for food for a while.

It’s past the meeting time when you get back to camp and Wonwoo and Hansol are waiting for you and Jihoon already.

“Woah!” Hansol perks up when he sees you two approaching. “Wonwoo look!”

“Wow,” Wonwoo whispers in awe.

“It’s so big Y/N! How are you carrying it so easily?” Hansol asks as you drop the hog onto the ground.

“I carry around trees for a living Sol, a pig is nothing.” And yeah, how is Jihoon supposed to find that anything but attractive.

“Look what we found!” Hansol moves back to where Wonwoo is sitting. Laid out on a dried piece of bark is an assortment of nuts and fruits. “Wonwoo was able to remember what was and wasn’t edible and collected as much as we could.”

“Good job kid,” you tell Hansol as you ruffle his hair. “Come on, help me collect some wood and we can start a fire.”

Despite him not being in the original alliance, Hansol seems to be a good fit for the team. More importantly, he seems to be a good fit for you. Jihoon doesn’t know the relationship you have with your sister, but it’s clear from the way you interact with Hansol that you’re a good older sibling.

Jihoon stares down at the boar. He’s not exactly sure how to skin it and cut the meat properly. He wishes Seokmin was here. He’d probably know what to do.

Jihoon is still contemplating on what to do with the pig when a cannon goes off. Jihoon jumps. He looks around wildly. Wonwoo is still sitting in the same place he’s been in since you and Jihoon walked up. You’re a few yards away. You have a hand wrapped around Hansol’s wrist, but both of you seem okay.

Jihoon lets out a sigh of relief. You guys are all okay. It was someone else. That thought doesn’t make Jihoon feel great, but it does make him feel better, as guiltily as it makes him feel.

It’s a good reminder to Jihoon that despite feeling joyful over killing the boar, he’s still here, in the arena, always two seconds away from dying.

You leave Jihoon to teach Hansol how to start a fire. You have a boar to figure out how to skin. You frown down at it. You work with trees for a living. How the hell should you know what to do with the damn thing.

The first step is clean your knife. You still have the knife used to killed Seokmin in your bag and as sick as it is to use it for this purpose, you don’t have many other options. You clean the knife off with some water and a bit of the iodine before moving back to the boar.

You decide to just go for it. You slit the stomach open and take all of it’s insides out, doing your best not to gag as you do. You don’t get how people can do this for a living.

“Do you, uh, need help?” You look up to see Wonwoo standing over you. You’re honestly still a bit upset from earlier, but you know you can’t hold a grudge if you want to stay on Wonwoo’s good side.

“I have no clue what I’m doing,” you admit to him. It’s a peace offering. You’re not going to apologize, but it doesn’t seem like Wonwoo’s expecting you to.

Together you two are able to sort of get the hog skinned and cut up in a way that it can be ate. The fire is raging on and you take your place next to Jihoon. You cook the meat in silence and when it’s finished you wrap most of it up in a few big leaves and put in the bag with the goods that Wonwoo and Hansol found for later.

When you guys are done eating you put out the fire. You’re not sure what else to do now. You have food and water and could easily make shelter. It’s not like you guys are going to go out and hunt other tributes down.

The rest of the day is spent uneventfully which, while in the Hunger Games, is a good thing. You guys decide to keep camp by the acid lake, as it’s a good landmark. Once the sun starts to set you roll out the sleeping bag and climb in, Jihoon following right behind you.

When the anthem plays, you don’t bother looking at the sky. You squeeze your eyes shut and bury your face into Jihoon’s neck. You already know two out of three deaths that have happened since the last time the recap happened, and it doesn’t matter who the third person is. You don’t even let yourself hope that it’s one of the careers. It’s obviously no one that noteworthy, from how none of the boys comment on it.

It's been an emotionally charged day with highs and lows and you easily drift to sleep in Jihoon’s arms.

Wonwoo wakes you up halfway through the night to take your shift on watch. You climb out of the sleeping bag and sit against a tree. Nothing happens the whole night and when the sun starts to come up you crawl back into the sleeping back with Jihoon.

He stirs a bit, his arms wrapping around you when you settle beside him. You drift back to sleep and don’t wake up again until midday. There are no posing threats yet and it’s not like you guys have anything else to do.

When you finally do wake up, Jihoon and Wonwoo are chatting in soft voices. You climb out of the sleeping back and pack it up before sitting down between Jihoon and Hansol. The youngest boy hands you a sliver of meat that you take and eat.

You’re still slightly waking up when a cannon goes off. It wakes you right up.

That makes twelve. Twelve tributes dead in a span of three days. Five of the careers are alive. Four people are left in your group. That means there are three others out there.

One of the careers is immobile though, you remember. During the bloodbath you put your axe in one of the District 4 tributes’ leg. You’re sure they got some kind of medicine for him, but it’s unlikely he’s completely ready to swim and run within three days.

You’re still running numbers and the possibility of the careers dwindling when the ground starts to shake.

“What the hell?” Wonwoo asks. You stand up but your legs are wobbly from the unstable ground. You grab the bag of supplies and your axe. Your free hand finds Jihoon’s.

You make your way through the jungle until you come back out on the beach. The ground is shaking, sand particles jumping around in the air, when you look across the sea. Your jaw drops at the sight.

Slowly being overtaken by the water is the island you were inhabiting yesterday. You watch in silence as the island slowly sinks further and further down before it’s completely submerged, nothing left but a giant patch of water.

“What the fuck,” Jihoon mutters next to you once the ground stops shaking.

“It’s the Gamemakers,” Wonwoo states. “Half the tributes are already gone. They’re going to try and force us together more.”

“By sinking the islands?” Hansol is the most concerned out of everyone. “What if they sink the island we’re on?”

“Then we swim,” you say. “There’s nothing we can do about it Sol-ah. That’s just how the game is.”

You suppose you should have more emotion towards the whole sinking island thing, but you’ve seen enough footage from other arenas that you’re not too surprised. You’re more upset about the ground shaking than the disappearing island.

You move back to your camp. If you don’t have to do anything today, you’d rather not. You do feel a bit bored though. You have half the mind to just start chopping down trees, but you’re not that bored yet.

“We should set up some traps,” Wonwoo suggests, “incase any threats come near the camp.” It’s like there’s anything better to do.

“What are you thinking?”

“We could take some of the vines and weave them into a net. We can hide it under some of the thicker parts of the leaves.”

It’s a good idea. Not surprising that it’s coming from Wonwoo though, you did decide to have him as an ally because he’s smart. The other boys agree as well, and you all split up to collect vines. Hansol and Jihoon go off while you and Wonwoo stroll around the jungle together.

“So you guys make all the technology for the Capitol, what’s it like living in such a rich district?” You ask Wonwoo.

“It’s not as great as it seems. Sure, we have a lot of benefits, but it’s definitely not like we’re the Capitol or District 1 or anything. We are able to use a lot of the technology we make though, so that’s nice. We still have a lot of problems though, especially in the part of the district I live in. It’s hard for my parents to find jobs and I still have to take out a tesserae every year,” Wonwoo says.

You’ve never talked to anyone outside of District 7, so you listen intently as he talks about what it’s like in District 3. You’re sure your conversation isn’t going to be broadcasted to the public, but you find you actually like that idea. This is just a conversation for you and Wonwoo.

“The school is good though, and they start everyone off really young so even the younger generations can start inventing the next new product for the Capitol.”

“Ah, District 7 schooling is okay. It’s really just basics and everything else is learned through trade. I probably spent more time in the lumber yard and in the forest than I did in the classroom. If it was really necessary, I would just skip school and go right to work.”

“You didn’t worry about your education?”

You laugh. “No, it’s not really important when you’re a lumberjack.”

You two have a good accumulation of vines and you two move back to the camp where Jihoon and Hansol have already sat down and started to weave the vines together.

“So what else do you do other than cutting down trees?” Wonwoo asks you as he sits down next to Hansol.

“I just do more woodworking,” you admit. “Carving and carpentry and other stuff.”

“Ah, I’m sure that nice though, having easy access a supply of wood.”

“Eh, not always. We can’t really use the wood we produce unless we buy it, but I get good prices because my boss likes me. The Peacekeepers aren’t always happy with him, but he runs the biggest lumber yard in the District and he has good ins with the mayor so it’s not like they can do anything about it.”

Hansol’s attention is drawn by this. “Are the Peacekeepers in your districts strict?”

“Very,” Wonwoo says. “Most people in District 3 behave though, so it’s not a big problem. When someone does act out though, it’s not a pretty sight.”

“Our Peacekeepers are…give and take,” you answer. “They’re easy to rile up but also easy to calm if you know how to work them.”

“Which Y/N does,” Jihoon pipes up. You raise an eyebrow at you. “Admit it, everyone likes you. I’ve seen your run-ins with the Peacekeepers before, you always are able to weasel your way out of it.”

You didn’t realize Jihoon knew about your interactions with the Peacekeepers which probably happened at least once a week. The Peacekeepers in your side of town where you live are a lot more lenient with you, but the ones closer to the town and in the area you work are a bit harsher and take a bit more finagling to get around.

“The Peacekeepers in District 12 aren’t like that at all,” Hansol says. “They’re friendly for the most part, but that’s probably because nobody wants to be stationed in Twelve, so they don’t care much what we do either.”

You never thought about what the Peacekeepers were like in other districts, but you guess it makes sense that the rules are less enforced in the poorer districts. You’re sure the Peacekeepers in District 2 are awful, especially since they’re trained there.

You and the boys spend the rest of the day talking about your lives back home and weaving the net together. Right before the sun sets you and Wonwoo are able to set the net trap so whoever gets caught in it will be suspended in the trees.

You know that soon you’ll have to split up from Wonwoo and Hansol. You were hoping to have more time together, but with only three other non-career tributes, the hard truth is that you guys won’t be able to stay together for much longer without being enemies.

You’ll have to split up soon, but not yet.

No more canons go off that night. Or the next day. Or the next. It’s boring, not that you want anyone to die. You spend the days talking to the boys and occasionally taking walks with Jihoon. Nothing actually happens until the next day during the evening.

You and Jihoon have just got back from looking for food (you were able to kill a bird) when you get jumped.

They drop out of the sky, but it’s more likely they’re coming from one of the trees. A good way to avoid the trap you laid. You’re not sure how they got up there without Wonwoo or Hansol noticing, but you can’t really focus on that when you’re struggling to fight them.

Their fingers claw at your eyes and your body falls to the ground. You two roll around, punch at each other. Your axe is attached to your belt, but your hands are too occupied to grab it. You’re strong, you could probably overpower them, but they keep slicing at your face with their nails and you can’t completely focus.

You grab their arms and throw them. They don’t go far due to the awkward angle, but you’re able to get your bearings and stand up. They lunge at you again and you’re ready for them this time. You swing your axe at them and they stumble back before the blade can hit them. You’re on them in a second, slamming them against a tree and they punch your jaw. What is with the people you fight going for your jaw?

They kick at your knee and your leg buckles and you loosen your grip on them. It’s just enough that they’re about to tackle you back down to the ground. You see the glint of a knife and for a split second you wonder where they pulled it out from.

Just as they’re about to slice you, something takes the person off you. When you sit up you see it’s Wonwoo. They go through a tussle of their own, but Wonwoo is easily overpowered due to his skinny stature. You swoop in again, swinging your axe at the person. Your blade slams into their side with a squelch and they fall off of Wonwoo with a groan, their blood spurting into the air. They stagger to their feet but before they can make another move you shove the top of your axe into their chest and they fall back, flying right into the pond.

You wince as they scream in agony, the liquid hissing and bubbling around them. Soon the screaming stops and a canon goes off. Wonwoo is still on the ground, his breathing heavy. You move over to him, about to thank him and help him up, when you see the blood covering his hands.

Wonwoo’s neck is also covered in blood and his breathing is labored for more than one reason.

“Wonwoo?” Your voice is soft as you sink down to your knees.

“Y-Y/N.” Wonwoo’s hand twitches and you grab it.

You don’t know what to do. Wonwoo is bleeding out and dying because he saved you and you don’t know what to do. Your panic only subsides because Wonwoo is trying to talk to you. His words come out slow and pained.

"I know you haven't trusted me this whole time, and you know, I haven't trusted you either, and that's what made you such a good ally. Thank you for being my friend Y/N-ah."

Friend.

The word pierces your heart. Jeon Wonwoo is your friend.

His grip on your hands is tight...until it's not. The sound of the canon going off makes you jump. You fix Wonwoo's bangs and straighten his glasses on his face before moving away from his body. The hovercraft comes down and picks him up and all you can do is stare as tears threaten to fall down your face.

"Y/N…” Jihoon approaches you softly as the hovercraft disappears. You turn to look at Jihoon and the look on his face breaks you. You stumble over to Jihoon and fall into his arms and finally let yourself sob.

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