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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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Hi, your last post about reader not knowing that it was sa, I saw that and I wanted to request something. What if reader knows that she have been through it but she mentions this as a joke, she says it and just keep going like she said something silly. How would the boys (141 + konig) react?

(I do this sometimes and I don’t like it, but it feels like some kind of copying mechanism)

I’m sorry if this was too much, do not feel that u need to write this.

Anyway, thank u so much and take care

Honestly I make out of pocket jokes about my own trauma all the time, so I feel this

tw: mentions of trauma, brief mentions of sexual assault- nothing graphic or descriptive, humor as a coping mechanism, comfort

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

Whiplashed so hard his neck is broken

“You bein’ serious?”

You explain what happened but you’re a little too blasé about it, he understands humor as a coping mechanism but this is a little serious

And by ‘a little’ I mean very

“Love, you can’t just drop a bomb like that.” He tries to soften his tone but his rage at what you’ve just told him is starting to seep through

He doesn’t realize he’s being a little hypocritical, we’ve all heard his “army humor” so he really doesn’t have a lot of room to talk. But the fact that it happened to you has blinded him to that fact. It’s not that you can’t make jokes, it’s that you shouldn’t have to because it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

He doesn’t even let you apologize before he’s pulling you into his arms, hands shaking, doing his best not to imagine what kind of sick fuck would do that to you

“Simon, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” His tone is firm and he’s refusing to let you go, so instead of arguing, you opted to melt into his embrace. Hands running up and down his back and as he’s kissing the crown of your head he’s wondering how worthwhile it’d be to give the fucker a visit. Maybe teach him a lesson or two.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

Laughing with your joke at first but then it hits him like a ton of bricks

“Beg your pardon?”

You explain the joke and the context with a dismissive laugh before going back to what you were doing and he’s just frozen in place

Someone… hurt you… in one of the most awful ways imaginable, and you’re laughing it off?

He’s not sure if he should be in awe at your resilience or concerned at your choice of coping mechanism, so he takes a gentle approach

“Bonnie, you know you can talk to me, aye?”

“I know, I just… don’t want to burden you with it. I mean, it’s not like it’s your fault it happened.” He’s holding your hands in his, gently massaging the space between your thumb and your index finger,

“Aye that’s true, but it’s you. And I love you, good and bad included.” He gently held the back of your head and kissed your forehead,

“Anytime you feel like talkin’ I’m here. Copy?”

He doesn’t usually bring work jargon home but he knows it gets a laugh from you, and sure enough your little giggle proved him right

“Copy.”

John Price:

The whiplash also broke his neck

“Sorry, what?”

His heart broke when you explained yourself and whined that the explanation ruined the punchline

“Sweetheart, that’s no laughin’ matter.” His tone was gentle as he approached you, hands hesitantly coming to rest on your hips, suddenly unsure of himself

“Honey, I’m fine. It’s how I cope.”

“I know, and there’s nothin’ wrong with that. Just, maybe, talk to me about it instead, yeah?” One of his hands came up to cup your cheek and you closed your eyes and leaned into the warmth of his palm, trapping it between your cheek and your shoulder

“I don’t wanna be a downer, John.”

“Never. I’m more concerned for your well-being than bloody mood. Am I clear?” As you looked in his eyes, you saw nothing but honesty and genuine concern, so you nodded

You closed your eyes and kissed his palm before he pulled you in to a tight embrace.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He heard you say it and weakly laughs before stopping as he chews on the words a little more

“Wait, what was that?”

And when you’re passively explaining it to him in the same way you’d talk about the weather he is in shock

He’s not sure if you’re trying to put on a brave face if you’re as nonchalant as you seem. He’s inclined to believe it’s the former.

“Babe that’s no joke. That’s kind of serious.”

“Don’t sweat it, Kyle. It’s how I’ve dealt with it. I’ve got it.”

He’s unsure but at the same time if it’s really worked for you so far then there’s no harm in letting it continue right? Wrong. He’s a little uncomfortable but it’s more so because it happened to you, someone he loves so deeply and he can’t fathom the idea

“Well yeah, I get that. But maybe we can talk about it when you feel like joking about it?” He shrugs, his words cautious and carefully chosen as he makes his suggestion

“I just want you to be alright. Ok?” His arms are rubbing yours before he’s pulling you into a hug, “I’ll always be here for you, babe.”

König:

Not a single chuckle from this man as he’s chewing over the words in his head

“Schatz, what’d you just say?”

When you explained what happened with a shrug and an all too casual tone, he’s tasting iron in his mouth from how hard he’s biting his cheek

He doesn’t want you to think he’s angry at you, never in a million years, but jesus christ schatz, surely there’s no way?

It’s not that he doesn’t believe you, he just can’t believe it happened to you, you’re the light of his life, his reason for existing, you’re the morning sun and the midnight moon, he’s truly in shock

“König?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and in two short steps he was in front of you, sinking to his knees and hugging your middle. He’s buried his face in your shoulder as your arms wrap around his shoulders and you run your fingers through his hair.

“Liebling, please don’t make those jokes anymore, ok?” His voice is so small and fragile, you almost felt like it was a child talking instead of the 6’ something behemoth at your feet, “I can’t stand to hear that you’ve been hurt like that.”

“König it’s ok, really. Humor is how I cope.” You kiss the crown of his head and your chin against it,

“I know, liebling, I know but I’d much rather you talk to me ok? Please? For me?”

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alt-vera · 1 year

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— broke record ⁀➷

joel miller has been gone on a supply run for the past few days. turns out there’s a few things he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind while he’s been gone.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.4k | ❛ broke record - eric church ❜

warnings: smut. dirty thoughts. mentions of masturbation. lowkey (highkey) needy joel. manhandling. fingering. thigh riding. edging. oral (f!recieving). unprotected piv. dom!joel. unestablished age gap. unestablished relationship. mdni.

❝ i ain’t never had nothing stuck in my head like this melody i keep’a hearing ❞

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IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE TIME THING.

　Joel Miller was committed to keeping this one night stand with you exactly what it was supposed to be: a one night stand.

　But, good lord, he couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t get the way you whispered his name out of his mind, as if he parted the sea for you. As if he was a bottle of liquor you had found in the back of the cabinet just when you thought you were run dry. As if he was everything you needed, and more.

　Tommy was sick of it. Couldn’t stand Joel’s late-night whispers of “She’s fine with Ellie back in Jackson, right?” Sometimes he pretended not to hear him over the loud cracks of the blistering fire, sometimes he just sighed and threw his brother some vague reassurance. He couldn’t be happier as they approached the tall gates of Jackson, returning from their 4 day supply run. He’d be free of his broke-record brother who could finally see that you were fine while they were gone.

　But you weren’t fine. Physically, yes. But emotionally, you were just as bothersome to Ellie as Joel was to Tommy; constantly bugging her with questions of if Joel was alright or not. Ellie was two seconds away from locking you in the house the three of you shared and hiding behind Maria when you inevitably found a way out.

　The house was the first place Joel headed after he dropped his horse off at the stables. His boots left hurried prints in the crisp snow, smearing in determination as he crept closer to his destination. The door burst open, a loud bang alerting you to his arrival. The home smelt like you: lilac and a hint of whiskey. He breathed it in, relishing it. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he missed this. He missed you.

　And there you were. Waiting for him with a smile on your face. You were toughened by the outbreak, but still radiated warmth and sanctity.

　“Hi,” You spoke softly, taking a slow step towards him. “Ellie’s just at the movies with some of the other girls. Said she’d be back in time to give you hell for not letting her come with you and Tommy.”

　In the blink of an eye Joel was in front of you, wordlessly staring at you with unwavering eyes. Your smile faltered, brow furrowing with uncertainty. “Is everything alright?”

　“I need you.”

　You were slightly taken aback by his words, not expecting that to be the first thing to fly out of his mouth. Speaking of his mouth—It was on you in an instant, feverish kisses being pressed to your jaw, trailing up to your lips. His tongue licked the inside of your mouth, as if he couldn’t control himself.

　As much as you enjoyed the intimacy, you needed to press pause. You gently pressed your hands against his hard chest, putting a good inch or so between the two of you. It was hard to stay sane with the way he was towering over you, hungry for your touch.

　“Joel, what’s going on?” You had the same uncertain smile as before, eyes clouded with worry, a swirl of awakening lust breaking through ever so slightly.

　His hand grabbed your wrist, his grip sweltering. His gaze was darkened by need. He backed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you between the solid surface and his body.

　“You had no idea how hard it was, bein’ away from you with your needy moans playin’ on repeat through my head.”

　His jean covered thigh pressed between your legs, deliciously putting pressure against your cunt. You fought the urge to press into him.

　Joel’s voice was low. “I don’t like bein’ a desperate man, darlin’.”

　“I…I’m sorry, Joel,” Your voice wavered as you spoke, unsure of how to reply to his confession.

　“Yeah, you will be.”

　With that, he went right back to attacking your mouth. It was a mess of teeth and tongues that resulted in swollen lips, your face being rubbed raw by his stubble.

　You rubbed yourself against his thigh, craving any sort of friction to aid your growing arousal. He tutted, but raised his leg higher, allowing you to guide yourself through an already impending orgasm.

　“Joel—Fuck…” You groaned out, pace quickening as you peaked.

　He led you up the stairs and into his bedroom moments afterward, the door being locked behind you. You settled yourself onto his unmade bed, waiting patiently as he crawled over you, somewhat straddling you.

　“Bet you’ve been waiting all week for my fingers,” He said, ghosting the waistband of your panties before diving down into them, digits collecting your cum and wetness, giving him leverage to circle your clit. You nodded, an obscene sound leaving your mouth.

　“Words, baby.” He grunted, pupils trained on your face as your hips grinded against his hand. One finger slipped in, then two, and you found it hard to make any coherent thoughts as overstimulation crept over you. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

　“It was all I could think about,” Your words were broken by moans, plush lips being bitten in an attempt to silence yourself. “I-I touched myself while you were gone, but couldn’t make myself cum. I needed you to do it.”

　You could feel how hard Joel was through his jeans as he pressed into your leg. His fingers left your cunt, and you whined in protest.

　“Patience,” He growled, head lowering towards your cunt. You could feel his hot breath against the inside of your thigh, then the next thing you knew he was licking a stripe up you.

　Your fingers buried themselves in his hair as you ate you out, uncontrollable moans leaving your lips. He groaned into you, the vibrating egging you on. Just as you were about to cum again, he pulled away. A devilish grin danced on his lips as he watched your mouth fall agape.

　“Told ya that you’d be sorry.”

　A part of you wanted to smack the shit-eating grin off of his face, but a bigger part of you was focused on chasing your orgasm, so you sat back and watched him like a hawk as he unbuttoned his jeans, stripping them off along with his boxers.

　He stroked his length, precum dribbling out of his slit. You fought the urge to take him into your mouth. Instead, you relaxed, feeling the tip of his cock slip lazily between your folds until he finally entered you.

　You gasped, not being used to his size. Even with all the prep, it hurt. But that pain quickly turned into pleasure. He turned you over, stripping you of your remaining clothes. Your back pressed against his bare chest as he pawed at your chest, hand squeezing your tit as he fucked into you. It physically shook you, how hard he was fucking you.

　“Do ya know how hard it was while i was gone?” He asked rhetorically, his voice barely registering over the lewd sounds you were making. You for sure thought your cervix would be bruised. “Couldn’t even fuck my hand, darlin’, and all i could think about was you.”

　“Joel,” You whimpered. His one hand dug into your hip, other hand pinching your pebbled nipple. “Don’t stop.”

　You clenched around him as you began to climax, a groan leaving his mouth. Your skin felt sticky with sheen sweat as you came, Joel fucking you through your high and into overstimulation until you felt his hot seed coat your walls.

　You collapsed into him, overheated body laying overtop of his as you both caught your breath. His strong arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer into him. You could feel the muscles in his arm flex as he did so.

　“Well?” He asked after a moment. You looked up at him, his swollen lips curling up into what counted as a grin from the hardened Joel Miller. “Are ya sorry?”

　You smiled into his arm, tongue rolling over your teeth as you prepared to tease.

　“Not in the slightest.”

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　“So, what. Are you guys, like, fuck buddies now?”

　Ellie’s voice was muffled by the dinner shoved into her mouth.

　Your fork hit your plate with a harsh clang, face welling up with embarrassment.

　Joel’s fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “For fuck’s sake, Ellie…”

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mayearies · 10 months

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… ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

.. ❛ nailed it ❜

genre: suggestive | warnings: implied making out, suggestive speech ->summary: miles gives you a prize

꒰ঌ a/n ໒꒱ needed to spice up shi a little bit since i havent in a while lmao i didnt feel like adding pictures to this one (ty @/q2ie for letting me steal ur format 😊 i might not keep it tho LMAO)

miles and you were doin' your nightly routine—facetiming each other for 3 hours before you actually went to sleep. you two would talk about anything and everything. drama at school, shit at work, etc. but you wanna see him in person. you would drop that in the convo for a while.

"then this bitch down the street was lookin' at me sideways n' shit, i swear to god-" "i wanna come see youuuu"

he broke, bursting out in full on laugher and rolling around in his bed out the frame. all your other attempts landed in him letting out a breathy laugh or a small chuckle.

"okay but no seriously! you haven't came over in foreverrrr" "we saw each other last week, mi vida?" "that's too long! what can i do to make you come over?"

it didn't take him long to think about a possible challenge. the smirk on his face told you all you needed to know. "you can try that one filter goin' around."

"which one? the hammer one?" "yeah." "hmm. you make it seem like it's that big of a challenge." "knowing your timing skills, yes. yes it will be a challenge for you." "what's in it for me?"

miles held his face in his palm while he looked to the side, making a humming noise. "i'll come over and kiss you."

"make out, you mean?" "i mean... it depends if you pass or nah."

you sucked on your teeth as you moved over to tiktok and got ready to win the little prize he had for you. you didn't even tell him that you started. you just went at it. he saw your focused ass self through your camera and he was snickerin a whole lot. "yo, shut up or i swear to god."

miles sat up and took a deep breath before saying in a mocking tone: "yo, shut up or i swear to g-"

"STOP"

once the timer hit zero, you had landed around 14. still bein' salty about not being able to get at least two because of his sabotagin' ass. you mumbled a curse under your breath which he knows for certain was for him. "awww.. you mad, ma? estás molesto conmigo?

"shut up." "you're too cute, i can't." "you didn't even tell me how many i had to get!" "... 15."

you stared at him with unamused which only made him feel amused. you swear, this boy plays too much. but that's one of the reasons you love him. the other reasons? well... that's another story.

"i'm jokin', ma. unlock your window."

once you heard your window slide up, you stopped shaking your leg. you had been waiting a whole 10 minutes. far too long. he came in his prowler pajamas, which was cute and it matched your spiderman one. "took you long enough."

miles held your chin with a playful smirk on his face. tilting it upward a little so he could plant a little kiss on your neck. "y'know. i wonder if you taste as salty as you talk, ma."

"just kiss me already."

and so he did. rather passionate, you would say. he knew everything you liked when he kissed you. what you didn't like, and what you loved. what made your face warm. what made your heart flutter. all of it. it's one of the other reasons you love him.

"i know just how to make your knees weak, amor." "sad but true." "what is that supposed to mean?" "you always make me fold. it hurts my back."

he let out a small giggle while cuddling up under the covers with you. he was proud to be able to tease you so much. even if you might get sick of him. "i love you so much."

"wish i could say the same." "damn. you still got that salty ass mouth after all that? thought i carried all my sweetness over to you. you want me to do it again?"

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thefloorisbalaclava · 1 year

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love on the brain [simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader]

▸pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader ▸words: 3,362 ▸warnings: illness, lovesick ghost, kissing, making out, simon makes up his own little game of hide and seek, the balaclava stays on ▸summary: simon doesn't do feelings... until he does.

▸a/n: i just wanna kiss him.

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Ghosts had secrets. Plenty of them. Hell, even his face was a secret. But there was one that he considered his deepest.

He was in love.

You would never guess it by looking at him; he had his mask to thank for that. His self-consciousness stopped him from saying many words to anyone outside of a mission. And just being around you made him feel like all the wrong words would come out.

He wasn’t much of a romantic and couldn’t even remember the last time he was in a relationship. What was he even supposed to say to you?

“Hey, Lt.” Your voice was like music to his ears.

“Evenin’,” he said gruffly.

“What are you doing out here in the rain?” you asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.” His palms were sweaty, and he was happy you couldn’t see them.

You shrugged. “I guess I just like the rain.”

“Yeah, so do I. Helps me clear my mind,” he said.

“Am I bothering you, sir?” you asked, worry filling your tone.

“Not at all. I’m actually surprised you found me.” There were all sorts of places he went to be alone, and no one knew about them.

No one except for you.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone else about your hiding place,” you said, and he believed you.

“How did you find me?” he asked.

“I have no idea. Maybe fate brought me here.” You looked out at the view in front of you. He looked at you, heart beating faster.

“Bollocks,” he scoffed. “You actually believe in that?”

“We gotta believe in something, sir.”

He hated that you called him sir. It reminded him that he was your superior and his feelings for you were beyond inappropriate.

“You can call me Simon, you know,” he said.

“Simon,” you said quietly, to hear how it rolled off your tongue. You smiled at him. “It’s a lovely name.”

“It’s not,” he said, “But thank you.”

“Do you ever let anyone compliment you?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just…whenever I say something nice about you, you find a way to downplay it,” you said.

He felt like such an idiot. He was hurting you and didn’t even know it.

“I’m sorry. I’m not used to it,” he confessed. “I’m sorry if I…made you feel bad.”

“You didn’t. I do the same thing. I guess it’s my way of deflecting. Sometimes my self-esteem makes it hard for me to take a compliment.” Your smile began to fade, and Ghost couldn’t have that.

“We should get inside before we both get sick,” he said, and it seemed like he was ready to end the conversation.

“You’re right. You came here to be alone, and here I am bothering you….” you sighed.

“No! I mean…that’s not what I meant. You don’t have to go,” he said.

Please don’t go. Please don’t go. Please don’t go.

The smile was back on your face. “Okay then. What should we talk about?”

Simon was still thinking about that night even as he lay in bed with a fever, runny nose, and cough. He was able to convince himself to stay in bed and rest, which wasn’t easy for him.

He nearly groaned when he heard the knock on his door. He put his balaclava on quickly and walked to the door.

“This better be bloody important,” he said, swinging the door open.

“Hey, sir…I mean, Simon.” You looked up at him and noticed something was wrong right away.

“Y-You…what are you doing here?” he asked in a raspier voice than his usual one.

“You too, huh?” you asked, and he tilted his head. “Sick?”

“Yeah. What brings you here?”

“I…uh…you know what? I don’t even know. It’s like my feet just brought me here on their own.” You gave him a smile that broke through his tough exterior and wrapped around his heart.

“Dunno if you wanna come in here with me bein’ sick and all.”

“I’ll leave you to rest. I need to do the same myself. Lots of fluids, sir,” you told him.

“Simon,” he sighed.

“Sorry. Simon.” You stood there and looked at him for a while. “Feel better soon.”

“You too, love.” He closed his eyes and cursed inwardly at the slip-up. If you heard him, you didn’t make it known.

A few days later, Simon was back to his usual self, and you were trying to be. As he made his way to your room, he rehearsed precisely what he would say.

Isn’t all this supposed to come naturally? He thought. Yeah, when you’re not head over heels in love with the other person.

He knocked on your door and tried to stand as naturally as possible before you opened it.

Your face lit up as soon as you saw him. “Simon! Hey.” You rested your head against the door.

“How’re you feelin’?” he asked.

“Eh, could be better,” you admitted.

“Is there anything I can do?” He put his hands on either side of the doorframe and leaned in.

“You’re sweet, Lt. I’ll be fine, though.” You didn’t need this man doing anything else to make you fall even more in love with him.

“Oh…” He was disappointed, to say the least.

“Actually,” you started, and he stood up straight again. “Would you mind bringing me some tea? You’ve made some for me before, and it was fantastic.”

You like his tea.

It was a silly thing to gush over, but he felt his face getting warm.

“I can do that for you,” he said. He turned and walked away.

“Hey, Simon!” you called out, and he turned to look at you. “Thanks.”

“What do you need two cups of tea for?” Soap asked. “Still not feelin’ well, Lt?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” he said. “This is for—” He froze, and a knowing smile spread over Johnny’s face.

“Ah, I see.” He smiled smugly.

Simon sighed and walked off. He hoped the tea would still be hot enough by the time he got to you.

You were dozing off when he knocked on your door. You stood excitedly and walked to the door to open it.

“Tea,” he offered, and you took a cup.

“I would ask you to come in, but I’m probably still contagious.”

“I’ll come in if you like. I don’t mind,” he told you, hoping you’d let him stay.

“Okay, come on in.” You closed the door behind him and hugged yourself as you walked over to the sofa and tried tidying it up.

“What are you doin’?” he asked.

“Cleaning up,” you said.

“You don’t have to do that. You’re not feeling well,” he pointed out.

“I know, but….”

“Don’t,” he said, nearly reaching out to touch your hand. “Sit and drink your tea.”

“Sir,” you said playfully before sitting down.

He stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. “How’s the tea?” he asked.

“It’s perfect. You make it?”

“I did, yeah.”

“You can sit down.” You pointed to one of the chairs. You doubted he wanted to sit on the same couch as you.

But he walked over slowly and sat beside you. You looked over at him and smiled.

“What?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to sit so close.”

“Why not?” he asked, turning to you.

“Well, no offense, but you like to be alone…you don’t seem to like getting too close to anyone,” you said. You hoped you hadn’t said too much or overstepped a boundary.

“I don’t,” he started, “But I make exceptions now and again.”

“And I’m an exception? Wow, I feel special,” you said before taking another sip of tea.

“You are special,” he said. He took a sip of his tea casually. “Look, I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to say anything until I finish. Just listen.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“When I say you’re special, I mean it. I…feel something whenever I …look at you. To be honest, I’m not sure how to manage this,” he confessed. “I want to protect you; I don’t want anything or anyone to hurt you…ever.” He looked at you when he said that.

“Simon…”

“Not done. I think I’m in love with you, and I’m not quite sure what to do about it,” he finished. “You can say something now.”

“In love?” you asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. Is that…bad?” he wondered.

“Why would it be bad, Simon?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know anything about it.”

“You do. I think your mind is so full of a sense of duty that it’s hard to focus on anything else.”

“You may be right,” he admitted.

“I am right,” you said with a smirk.

“You see…when you look at me like that….”

“And when you look at me, Lieutenant...”

“What?” he asked.

“I love your eyes,” you told him. “There’s something in them that makes me feel safe.”

“What are you sayin’, love?”

“I’m saying I’m pretty much in love with you, too. Tea’s getting cold, Lieutenant.”

“Fuck the tea. What did you say?”

“I’m in love with you, Lieutenant. I know it’s wrong, and I know you’ll go on about how wrong it is, but—”

“The rules don’t matter. I’d break every single one if it meant you’d be mine,” he said.

“If I weren’t sick right now, I’d kiss you.”

He looked down at your lips. “Save it for me, hm?”

“I don’t think you understand just how…hot that is.”

“Hot?”

“Yeah, like…sexy,” you said shyly. “Your voice, eyes….” You were leaning in closer to him without even realizing it.

“Anything else?” he asked, ending up in his own daze.

“Um…you…you…Simon…”

“Yeah?”

“I’d like to kiss you, but….”

“You’re sick, I know. I can wait,” he said.

“You can, but I don’t know if I can.”

He chuckled. “You’re impatient.”

You laughed. “You’re always saying that about me.”

He leaned in even closer. “Drink your tea, love.”

“Wow, Lieutenant, you’re a tease, I see.” You took a sip of tea.

“Pardon?”

“A tease, sir. You’re a tease,” you repeated.

“I haven’t done anything…yet,” he said quietly.

You pointed at him. “See? Tease!”

“I ain’t trying to be.”

“You don’t have to try, Lieutenant.” You both sat in silence for a while.

“I want you to call me Simon,” he told you. “I don’t want to be sir or lieutenant around you. I want to be me. I want to be Simon. Just Simon.”

“Okay, Simon.”

“You told her! Yes!” Soap shouted.

“Fuckin’ hell, Johnny…” Ghost murmured. “Any louder, the whole base will hear you.”

“Sorry, just happy for you, mate. It’s about time, Lt.”

“Yeah, but…not much has happened yet. We’ve, uh, we’ve drank some tea together,” he told Soap.

“That’s it?” Soap asked.

“She was sick, Johnny. Besides, I’m a patient man,” he said. Soap cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“She’s better now, so…I’m thinkin’ about taking her for a proper date, but….” His words trailed off.

“But?”

“I don’t know what…I mean, it’s been a long time since I’ve been out on a date.” He was trying his hardest to avoid what he really wanted to say.

“Are you askin’ for my help, Lt.?”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Lt., she’s already head over heels for you. There ain’t much more you have to do. I mean…you do know how to kiss, right?” Soap asked, and Ghost threw him a glare.

“Of course, I know how to kiss….”

“If you need practice….” Soap puckered his lips, and Ghost was about to slap him over the head when you walked in.

“Am I interrupting?” you asked, smiling brightly.

“Yeah, I was about to kick Johnny’s ass,” Ghost said.

“Oh, okay, well, I’ll ask this quickly then. Simon, would you like to see a movie with me?” you asked.

Both men froze. You couldn’t see the look on Simon’s face, but Soap was beaming. He looked at Simon and then nudged him.

“What he means to say is yes, lass.”

“Simon?” You wanted to hear it from him.

“A movie? Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay, great!” you said excitedly. “See you later.”

“Later…tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah. Is that okay?” You looked at him.

“Yeah. Are we going off base or what?”

“Yup, if it’s okay, sir.”

“It’s fine. Time?”

You looked at your watch. “1900 hours?”

“Sounds good to me,” he said. You nodded and walked out.

“Guess it’s time for a crash course,” Soap said.

He walked downstairs, and there you were, waiting for him. You turned to him and smiled.

“Punctual,” you said.

“Always, love.”

You moved closer and wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks for this.”

“What? Did you think I was going to say no?” he asked.

You shrugged. “You could have.”

“Listen, I’ve been through some of the hardest situations, but saying no to you would be the hardest thing I’d ever have to do.”

You looked up at him. “Do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now?”

“Save it for the end of the date, hm?” He tapped your chin gently, and you nearly sighed aloud.

“I’ll try,” you said.

“Are you going to ambush me with kisses or something?” he asked.

“Don’t put it past me, Simon.”

As you got into the car, you could only think about kissing him.

The date went off without a hitch. Simon was a gentleman—you weren’t expecting anything less—and you behaved yourself.

The tension in the car was palpable as he drove back to the base. The tension in the elevator seemed to grow even stronger. You watched the numbers change—2, 3, 4—Simon is on the fourth floor.

The elevator dinged, and the door opened. He walked toward the opened doors, and you thought he was going to step off the elevator without saying a word, but suddenly you felt a firm grip on your wrist, and then he was pulling you along with him.

He moved so quickly for such a big man. You looked up at him as he guided you through the hallways, turning here and there before finally stopping in front of a door.

You were both slightly out of breath as he unlocked and opened the door. The lights were off, but Simon walked through the place as if he knew it by heart.

Of course, he did, you thought.

His room smelled clean as if you’d expect anything less from him. There was also a hint of his scent in the air. It was a scent that you could never quite place. Tea, for sure, but something else was there that was purely him. The man had his own musk.

“Come to me,” he said, voice cutting through the darkness. You went in the direction of his voice. “I’m here, love.” Wait, now it sounded as if it was coming from somewhere else.

“Are you moving?” you asked.

“You tell me,” he said, and you closed your eyes. “Over here…”

You whipped your head around. “Simon…”

“Yes?”

You kept your footsteps light and your ears open like he always told you. You listened for any change in the air. Humans radiated heat. Simon especially.

“Simon,” you whispered.

“Yes, love.” He was directly in front of you. You reached into the darkness and felt his broad chest in front of you.

“Good job, soldier,” he said with a hint of amusement. “Give me your hands.” Your eyes were adjusting now, and you could just see his hands. You placed yours in his.

He held them gently and moved them up until you felt the fabric of his balaclava.

“Go on,” he said. He dropped his hands and allowed you the honor of moving his balaclava. You felt your way, making sure not to lift it any higher than his nose. Even in the dark, he deserved to keep his secrets.

You felt around. He had a strong nose and lovely cheekbones. You felt a long, somewhat smooth line going from his cheek and over his lip, and you gasped.

“It’s all right,” he said, “Don’t hurt anymore.”

You could feel his warm puffs of breath on your hand, and you were tempted. You slowly moved your fingers to his jaw, which was covered in a sprinkling of newly growing hair.

Then you were touching his lips. They were soft and full. You felt them move and noticed that he had kissed your fingers.

“May I kiss you, Simon?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he said. He met you halfway, and when your lips met, it felt as though the room lit up, but it was still dark. He stumbled back a bit, overcome by the feeling of your lips. Once he had his footing again, he deepened the kiss and walked you backward carefully.

Not once did you bump into anything or stumble until the backs of your knees hit a sofa. He guided you down carefully, putting a protective hand behind your head so that you wouldn’t land too hard.

“Kiss me again, Simon,” you breathed.

“Say it again,” he said lowly. He was right there—his nose touching yours.

“Kiss me again…Simon,” you whispered, and he did with a slight moan. He loved hearing you say his name.

The kiss became a little needier with tongue and teeth and a need to be closer. He pressed his body against yours, and you melded to him, wrapping yourself around him so that he wouldn’t move away.

He began kissing you teasingly—a peck here, a peck there—he wanted you to chase his lips. You whined, and you swear he chuckled.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly before lowering his head, so his lips were against your neck. “Save those whines for another night.”

Those words were full of promise and a hint of lust that shot right between your legs. It was almost as if he knew because he swirled his hips against you. He was slotted perfectly between your legs, so you felt the friction in the perfect place when he moved his hips.

“You’re such a good kisser,” you moaned before he and his tongue swallowed up your words.

“I could kiss you for the rest of my life,” he admitted. “Give me your tongue.”

You stuck your tongue out, and he swirled his around yours before sucking it.

“Mm!”

He pulled off slowly. “Like that?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer—his lips were on yours in a flash.

You pulled away and kissed along his jaw. When you worked your way down to his neck, he shuddered. You continued along his neck, and he turned to give you access. You latched on just below his ear, and he pushed his hips between your legs hard.

“Like that?” you teased.

He was practically rutting against you now. “Hush,” he said before kissing you again.

You slid your hands down his body, and he pulled away from the kiss to stop you.

“Not tonight,” he breathed. He moved your hand to his face. “I just want to kiss you tonight.”

“Sounds perfect.”

He kissed both of your cheeks before moving to your lips. “I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone…like this,” he said.

“Me neither.”

“Is it okay?” he asked.

“Is what okay?”

“That I just want to kiss you,” he said, his lips brushing against yours.

“It’s more than okay,” you told him, giving him a quick kiss.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, nuzzling your neck.

“So are you, Simon. Thanks for going out with me tonight.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that, love. It was my pleasure.” You could tell he was needy for more kisses because he kept giving you little kisses here and there.

You initiated the kiss this time, claiming his lips as your own.

Tonight was the night you realized that you never wanted to kiss anyone who wasn’t him.

Tonight was the night he realized that after all that time not kissing anyone—he was waiting for you, for the right one to kiss.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley x reader #fic #headcanon #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley call of duty

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Ivan: I’m gonna follow him. Oscar: No, you’re not. Ivan: I fuckin’ am. [Oscar rolled his eyes, intent on enjoying his juicy, grease laden burger despite Ivan’s raving] Ivan: He’s pissin’ off for days at a time now, somethin’s goin’ on. Oscar: So, talk to him like a normal human being. Ivan: It’s way past that. Oscar: Ivan-… Ivan: Nah, ‘cause he won’t tell me shit! Oscar: Probably ‘cause all you ever do is yell at him nowadays. Ivan: I fuckin’ don’t! [Oscar peered over his burger accusingly-.. case in point?] Ivan: Bah-.. I’ve had enough now; he’s been like this for ages n’ I’ve tried bein’ nice n’ givin’ him space. It feels like he broke up with me n’ just forgot t’say anythin’. Oscar: And following him is gonna fix that? Ivan: Whatever-.. I’m gonna do it next time he fucks off. Oscar: In what? He’ll recognise your car. Ivan: I’ll borrow yours. Oscar: The fuck you will-.. he’d recognise that too, anyway. Ivan: We’ll hire one then. Oscar: We..? Ivan: If he’s with someone else, I’m gonna wanna batter ‘em-.. Mia’s always workin’ n’ Tilda gets car sick. Oscar: I can’t just bugger off on a road trip at the drop of a hat. Ivan: Courtney’s a pro with the kids, she’ll manage. Oscar: [snorts] Yeah, but that’s beside the point. I’ll ask first-.. y’know, with my words, like an adult. Ivan: Shut up n’ eat your fuckin’ burger. Oscar: Uh-huh.. in peace, please.

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #oscar finch #ivan harper #ivan.. king of badly thought through ideas #maybe this was why he usually preferred oscar to come up with the plans back in the day #sdkskjd #shut up n eat ur pizza ivan

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macsimagines · 8 months

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what would hakkai rindou and souya do if their brothers also liked their darling

SHARING IS CARING

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, MURDER MENTION, KIDNAPPING MENTION

Yandere!Hakkai Shiba

Look, Hakkai isn't the killing type of yandere. I honestly don't see him resorting to murder unless its the bad timelines, BUT this motherfucker made peace with icing his older brother during the black dragons arc and DID in fact do it in the altertimelines soooo.

Murder. Straight up cold blooded murder. The mere mention of you on Taiju Shiba's tongue already has him enraged so for him to even mention that he wants you is like signing his death sentence.

Its bloody, probably in front of you. Hakkai just blacks out after pulling his knife, and doesn't stop the stabbing until you're shreiking and pulling him off.

"I-I did it for you... I had to protect you."

Ya you're not going anywhere now. Hope you're cool with helping him and his sister hide Taiju's bloody corpse.

Yandere!Souya Kawata (Angry)

He's not happy. At first. He and smiley are twins so their whole lives they've had to share. You're probably the first thing he's wanted all to himself in a very long time.

But his brother does have qualities he lacks and honestly, with things like this it means you all can be one big happy family some day.

Souya imagines the three of you and kids that he'll love and raise and eventually he can't picture a scenario that isn't all of you. Not the Kawata Twins but the Kawata Family.

"I know it's kinda weird but he's my brother. I trust him."

Eventually relents and is later glad for it. Now with his brother helping him there really isn't a chance for you to get away.

Yandere! Rindou Haitani

He is super against it. For years. His brother mentioned how he thought you were the cutest and Rin went out of his way to keep you two apart for months.

Ran thought he broke up with you and you thought he was ashamed and embarrassed to bring you around. "Naw she's still mine. ALL mine." and "Of course not baby. I just like bein' alone with you."

You two are going to be married with the very real chance he kidnapped you and you developed Stockholm before sharing even crosses his mind.

He only relents when he knows how bad you want more. He can't risk you leaving but he doesn't want you wasting away, so he lets his brother in to give you a taste of freedom.

The older Haitani is controlling and domineering in his own right. He'll take you to clubs and force you into skimpy dresses that you hate but at least you're out right?

Makes you call him Onii-chan for sick kicks. Rin honestly hates it, but he knows all his brother is doing is pushing you more to himself.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere souya kawata #yandere angry #yandere hakkai shiba #yandere rindou haitani

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Demon-to-Demon Ch.2/5 : Ha//zbin Ho/tel

Warnings: Contagion, Vale/nti/no (he doesn't do anything, but I know some people aren't into his general...existence), and mess

Word count: 4,329

Chapter two is finished, right before I have to leave for work, funnily enough ^^, this chapter is even longer than the first, including some more setup because I love my porn with some plot, some structure. I don't know how many chapters this thing will have...I'm aiming for at least 4 or 5. Hope you enjoy!

“Hh’KZZHhshew! Hh’Tszchiiiew! HIH’TSHHEW!”

Niffty dove to catch Alastor’s coffee mug before it hit the floor, placing it back on the end table next to the armchair that he’d slept in all night, waking up the next morning with itchier sinuses and an awful sore throat.

“Got it! Maybe you should wait until you’re done sneezing before you drink your coffee, Alastor,” Niffty proposed.

“Mby… snff!- My coffee would be ice cold by the…H-heh…HEH’KZZHHT! HEH’KSHIEW! Heh’KTSCHIEWW… by the time I’m done sneezing,” Alastor replied, his voice noticeably hoarse as he took a sip of his coffee.

“That’s true,” Niffty said, wiping her hands on her dress skirt.

Alastor held his handkerchief with both hands, loudly blowing his nose until he had to pause and catch his breath, scrubbing under his nostrils to try and fend off the building itch, “This is ludicrous,” he grumbled to himself, “How did this happen? H-huh’KSCHIEW! Hh’KZzhht!”

“For fuck’s sake!” Husk groaned from his station behind the bar, wincing at the droplets that sprayed into the air with each unruly sneeze, “Same way it’s gonna happen to the rest of us if you don’t cover your damn mouth!”

Alastor rolled his eyes, “You seem to have survived a direct hit to the face just fine, Husker,” he said with a knowing smile.

Husk shuddered, thinking about the previous day and instinctively wiping his face off again, “Don’t remind me,” he said with a huff, “I hope whatever this is knocks you out again so I don’t have to hear your smart ass mouth.”

Alastor lowered his eyelids threateningly, “Excuse mbe?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, reaching for his microphone, only to be thwarted by the scratchiness of his throat, coughing into his wrist.

“I could get used to this,” Husk chuckled, “You bein’ too sick to threaten me.”

Alastor- still coughing- angrily stuck up his middle finger in Husk’s direction. Eventually, the coughing fit let up and Alastor was able to take a deep breath, leaning back in his armchair and briefly shutting his eyes.

“Morning everyone!” Charlie said with a smile upon arriving downstairs with Vaggie.

“Mornin’,” Husk replied with a wave, taking a swig from a bottle of cognac he kept underneath the bar counter. Niffty broke her focus on sweeping the floor around the bar to give Charlie an eager wave before returning to her task.

“Hh’ptshh! Hh’kzZHht! HNK’Tshhieww!” Alastor sneezed, wiping off the underside of his nose with his damp handkerchief, the constant friction leaving his nose irritated, twitchy, and shiny, “Pardon mbe- Snff snff!- I can’t stop… HH’KSchiiew!”

“I was going to ask if you’re feeling any better, but I think I know the answer,” Charlie said, cautiously holding out her hand, “Can I feel your forehead?”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t,” Alastor muttered, staring at Charlie’s hand while he gently pushed it away with his microphone.

“That’s fair… can I at least take your temperature with this?” Charlie asked, holding up an ear thermometer and flashing Alastor a pleading smile, “It’ll only take a second.”

Alastor’s left eye twitched, but he relented, “If you insist… snff… make it qui-ih…IH’KSHHIEW!” he said, wrenching his eyes shut as Charlie slid the thermometer into his ear.

The thermometer beeped, and Charlie quickly pulled it out , “Almost 102… how do you feel?”

Alastor ignored the heat that had risen in his cheeks, answering Charlie’s inquiry with a shrug until the prickling sensation in his sinuses returned, “HNK’TSHHEW! HH’KSSHHIEW!... Messy is probably the most notable word I’d use…snf-snf!”

“Fair enough,” Charlie replied, only to jump when Angel rushed into the parlor, draping himself over the back of the sofa, visibly out of breath, “Oh, hi Angel!”

“Hi, yeah, G’Mornin’, watch this-” Angel said hurriedly, turning on the television in the parlor and glancing at his phone before a 666 News bulletin interrupted whatever had been playing before it.

“Good Morning Pentagram City, I’m Katie Killjoy!” an all-too-familiar voice greeted from the other side of the screen, “Breaking news from scientists in the Doomsday district: A viral infection is sweeping its way through The Pentagram. While completely harmless, it is said to be incredibly contagious, and researchers say that they are uncertain of how long the infection lasts.”

“Well, that explains what happened yesterday,” Charlie sighed, leaning against the arm of the sofa and reading the text on the screen, “It’s already infected 16% of the entire city? That’s almost impressive…”

“Don’t think the virus needs your encouragement, Princess,” Husk piped up from behind the bar.

“Sorry, force of habit,” Charlie chuckled, silently reading the list of symptoms that appeared on the screen, “Huh, these are basically just your symptoms, Alastor.”

A silence filled the room, all present individuals shifting their gaze to Alastor, and then to each other.

“Ohhhh,” Charlie said, finally connecting the dots, “Shit.”

Alastor blew his nose, tucking his handkerchief away when he finished, “I should have skipped that accursed meetii-IH’Kschhiew! Hih’KShhew! HIH’KSCHIEWWW!” he said, swiping his wrist underneath his nostrils after his last explosive sneeze, wincing at how the wetness of said sneezes was beginning to make his irritated nose look shiny.

“It’s okay Alastor, hey, nobody else is sick yet, that’s a good sign, right?” Charlie asked.

Alastor shrugged, taking another cautious sip of his coffee and wincing at how the harsh texture against his scratchy throat made him want to cough, “I suppose so,” he said, pushing himself out of the armchair and attempting to brush off the way he swayed on his feet, “I’m going to spend my confinement getting caught up on some correspondence… best of lu-huh…HUH’KSHHHEW! Hnk’TSHIEW!...luck, best of luck.”

In a blink, Alastor’s armchair was empty, leaving nothing behind except an invisible radiating aura of germs that made everyone nervous about approaching it.

“Alright, I’m heading out with Vaggie to go do some more field recruiting, have fun while I’m gone!” Charlie announced, walking out of the front doors, her left arm linked with Vaggie’s right.

Angel checked his phone before stuffing it into his chest fluff, “I gotta bounce, today’s shoot is in two hours but makeup’s gonna take at least 30 minutes, see ya!” he said, waving goodbye to the group, shooting Husk a wink on his way out the door.

“I’m gonna… Gonna go make another mural, yeah… found a bangin’ wall to paint on the other day, hope to fuck it’s still blank,” Cherri said, bouncing on her heels. She’d only recently exchanged her bombs for brushes, after Charlie’s recommendation of a more ‘constructive’ hobby, and it was going well as an outlet for her emotions and destructive urges.

Once Cherri left through the front doors, Husk and Niffty were alone in the parlor. Husk breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the bar counter, his nose twitching.

“Niff… d-do me a solid, hm?” Husk asked, tapping his claws together as he struggled to resist rubbing his nose.

“Okay! What is it?” Niffty asked, scrambling over to the bar and standing on the counter.

“I-ih… I need you to h-hih… hit me in the face w-whhihhth your feather duster,” Husk pleaded in a hushed tone, fanning in front of his face as his nose twitched faster, “P-please…Hehh…h-hihhh”

“Why?” Niffty asked, blinking innocently as she pulled her feather duster out of the loop in her skirt’s waistband.

“I…Iihh… Hihh… H-hihh!... I gotta sndeeze…snf!” Husk muttered, “It’s st-huhh…Huhh!- stuck.”

“Ohhhh! Okay!” Niffty said, smacking Husk on both sides of his face with her feather duster, before brushing it up against Husk’s twitchy, sensitive nose, dust clinging to his sinuses with each desperate inhale.

“H-HUHH’KSCHOO! HUH’KSCHOO! Huh’KSCHUHHH!!”

Niffty blinked, watching Husk’s violent sneezing fit practically double him over, his fur standing on its end and a slight trickle of moisture beginning to leak from his perfect feline jellybean of a nose.

“Mmbh…SnFFF!...guhh,” Husk groaned, running the back of his hand under his nostrils with a damp sniffle, his typical alcohol-induced flush shifting from grey to pink, “Fuck I ndeeded that…SNrkk!”

“I thought you’d sneeze cuter,” Niffty huffed, flicking another puff of dust from her feather duster into Husk’s face with a pout.

“hHRR’KSCHUHHH! Hhn’KSCHEWWW! HNK’SCHUHHH! H-hUH’KSSHHOO!...SnRKK!...Snff-snff!” Husk sneezed again, his eyes growing irritated and his eyelids getting puffy, the patch of skin above his nose turning an itchy pink as he scrubbed it with the heel of his palm, “Shit, Ndiffty, quit it…snffff!”

“You sneeze like an old man,” Niffty teased, giggling as she held out her feather duster again, only for Husk to grab hold of it and gently push it away, “Awww…no fun!”

“News flash, I amb an old man…snff! Shit…” Husk grumbled, grabbing a paper towel from the roll behind the bar and noisily blowing his nose, tossing the soiled paper into the trash and attempting to wipe the congestion-induced moisture out of his lower eyelids.

“You’re good at hiding,” Niffty said with a smile, “I almost didn’t notice you were sick… I don’t think anyone else did at all.”

“How the hell did you notice?” Husk asked, raising a fluffy eyebrow.

“You kept pinching your nose, rubbin’ it and pushing up on it… you tried passin’ it off like you were just grooming your face, but I know you,” Niffty whispered, poking Husk’s nose, “You use the other hand for that.”

“Well ain’t you a clever bug,” Husk scoffed, shooting Niffty a warm smile, “This stays between us until I get shittier at hiding, got it?”

“You may ndeed to expand your definition of ‘us’,”

Husk felt his heart jump into his throat, and lunged forward out of panic, nearly slamming his head against the counter, “HHK’SSCHHHUHH! Shit!” he exclaimed, letting out a hoarse cough, “I dunno what to be angrier about, you gettin’ me sick by sneezin’ in my face or you being a nosy fuckin’ creep!”

“Why not both?” Alastor chuckled, his laughter taking on a wheezy undertone and threatening to turn into a cough until he suffocated it with a harsh swallow, “I’m almost impressed, you’re better at keeping up appearances than me… I suppose after all our years together I’m rubbing off on you.”

Husk dodged Alastor’s attempt to pet him between his ears, snarling at his boss with an unamused glare, “Don’t you have letters to write or some shit?” he hissed, the plumage on his tail fluffing up as he flattened his ears in frustration.

“Oh, I have all the time in the world to finish mby letters, eavesdropping is mbuch more fun- snFf!” Alastor replied, pulling out his handkerchief and blowing his nose, rolling his eyes at the heavy rumble of congestion in his sinuses, “Uch…snff!... disgusting.”

“Tell me about it,” Husk grumbled, staring at Alastor’s flannel pajamas and shooting him a teasing smile, “You look ridiculous.”

Alastor smacked Husk in the back of the head with his microphone, “I will not take pot shots from someone who looks like they use a giant litter box,” he said through clenched teeth, feeling a familiar tickle in his sinuses when Husk poked his nose, “H-hihh…Hih… HIH’Tshhiew! Hihh’TShhhewww! HIh’TSsHiew!”

“I could get used to you havin’ an off switch,” Husk said with a smirk.

Alastor sniffled, wrinkling his nose and wiping around his nostrils with his handkerchief, annoyed with how often he had to pull it out and tuck it away in his pockets again, “You… I…” Alastor blinked, swaying a bit on his feet and steadying himself by pressing his palms against the counter, “I completely forgot what I was going to say…”

Husk noticed the beads of sweat trickling down from Alastor’s hairline, the glassy quality of his eyes, and the sudden uptick in effort he was putting into breathing. If those weren’t enough to signal that their playful banter was over, twenty seconds later Alastor silently lowered himself to the floor, stretching out on his back and covering his eyes with both hands, still smiling, but noticeably drained.

“I am going to lie here… until everything stops spinning,” Alastor said breathlessly, holding a hand over his mouth to cover a violent cough, the crackle of congestion audible in his lungs, “Euch…”

Husk’s ear twitched, and he quietly joined Alastor on the floor, curling up next to Alastor’s reclined form and purring, in spite of the fact that purring aggravated his runny nose.

Niffty resolved to leave the two alone, hurrying away from the bar to finish her daily cleaning checklist, completely oblivious when a message on Husk’s phone popped up from Angel.

[Might be back earlier than I thought… today’s shoot’s goin’ weird]

Across the pentagram, in Valentino’s porn studio, Angel found himself on his hands and knees, filming B-roll material for the studio’s current work in progress. The floodlights had been turned off, and the air conditioning in the studio was cranked, making the filming space so cold that Angel could practically see his own breath.

“He’s shakin’ too much, the DP can’t get the camera to focus,” Travis whispered.

“Angel, baby, the more you shake, the longer you have to stay like that until we get a good shot of your pretty little ass,” Valentino crooned, blowing a plume of smoke into the air and fanning himself off with a copy of the script, “What’s the matter? You nervous? Need something to calm you down?”

“I’m n-not nervous,” Angel retorted, running the back of his hand under his nostrils, “I’m cold… snff!... it’s freezin’ in here.”

Valentino groaned, massaging his temples and snapping his fingers at two members of the film crew, “Turn the lights back on,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off, his pectorals and abdomen slick with sweat, “Fuck, I’m gonna melt, why is it so hot in here?!”

Angel’s shivering subsided slightly with the heat from the large floodlights returning, and he managed to hold his position long enough for the camera to capture what it needed to capture.

“Okay Angie, roll onto your back and open your legs,” Valentino instructed, wincing at the bright lights, which were beginning to give him a headache.

Angel rolled onto his back, spreading his legs open, “Hhh… Val… I uhb… Uh..Huhh…-” he attempted to ask for a moment to pause, his breath beginning to hitch, the tickle that seemed to randomly appear in his sinuses building to a quiet crescendo-

“Hih’kshuu! Ih’kshuu! Ih…h-ihhh… ‘Kshuu!” Valentino’s squeaky, quiet sneezes caught Angel off guard, so much so that he forgot about his own need to sneeze, “I-IHH’KShuu!”

Angel sat up, leaning forward and hugging his knees as he watched Valentino pluck a handful of tissues from a box next to his chair, holding them up to his face as Angel’s breath hitched again, “Huh…h-ihh…Hihh-”

“Ihh’pshuu! Ihh’KSHUU! Hih’kshuu! ‘Kshuu! ‘KShhiew!” Valentino sneezed, throwing his damp tissues into a small trashcan that he typically reserved for dumping out his ash trays, “Fuck! I can’t s-stop sne-eezi’g- IHH’KSHUU!”

Angel frowned, frustrated that his shithead boss seemed to be snatching his own sneezes out from under him. He swallowed, wincing at a dull soreness in the back of his throat, and basked in the warmth of the floodlights while Valentino emptied his sinuses into another handful of tissues.

“Where were we?” Valentino asked Travis, who shrugged, “Dammit… snff… I can’t fucking focus with this itching!”

Angel stared intently, watching his boss scrub desperately at his nostrils with the heel of his palm, his cool-toned skin looking hypersensitive and blotchy.

Eventually, Valentino gave up, flopping back in his chair and motioning for Angel to approach, “Angieee, c’mere baby…snff!” he beckoned.

Angel rolled his eyes while Valentino wasn’t looking, and slid off of the bed, sprawling out at his boss’s feet and looking up at him from between his long legs, “Yes, Val?” he asked, his sore throat giving his voice a husky overtone that made him feel sexier, even if it was slightly painful.

Valentino paused as a shiver ran through his body, making him practically vibrate as more sweat trickled down his face, the previously sexual look in his eyes melted into something more vulnerable and subdued, almost frightened.

“Uhm… n-nevermind,” he mumbled, massaging his temples and jumping when another shiver ran up his spine, “Fuck… now I’m cold.”

Angel blinked, feeling heat radiating from Valentino’s body in a manner indistinguishable from the sensation of hovering your hand over a curling iron.

Not particularly concerned about the man keeping him on a choke chain, Angel did see how the current circumstances could get him off the clock earlier than expected, “Val, I think you’ve got a fever,” he said, laying on the faux-concern as thick as possible, cupping Valentino’s warm face with both hands.

Valentino’s antennae fluttered at the soothing touch, leaning into it, “Really?” he asked, his tired eyes briefly closing as Angel stroked his cheeks.

“Yeah…” Angel replied, pressing the back of his hand to Valentino’s forehead, feeling a noticeable warmth, but nothing particularly extreme,“You’re burnin’ up… poor baby.”

Valentino seemed to wilt in his chair, snapping his fingers at the film crew to turn the floodlights back off and getting up from his seat, struggling to stand on his own two feet, “Okay, yeah, we’re done here… I feel like shit…IHh’kshuu! H-hih’kshuu!” he muttered, “Everyone out, I’ll let you know when we’re picking back up with the schedule.”

Angel nodded, tugging on his shorts and jacket, “Bye Val, hope you feel better,” he said, waving goodbye and rushing out of the studio before Valentino could change his mind.

“Bye Angiehh- IHH’KSHUU! ‘Kshuu! ‘Kshhieew!- Fuck! I’b gonna kill Velvette for getti’g mbe sick- IH’KSHIIEW!” Valentino hissed.

Angel sprinted out of the Vees’ media tower, panting to catch his breath upon reaching the bottom, coughing into his arm when his ragged breaths caught in his scratchy throat, “Phew… made it,” he sighed to himself, finger-combing his fluffy hair to neaten it out.

On his walk back to the hotel, it dawned on Angel that the streets seemed less crowded than usual, there were still people out and about, but it wasn’t the jam-packed squeeze it normally was… not by a long shot.

“Wonder where everybody is,” Angel pondered out loud, scoffing at his hoarse voice.

Suddenly, the familiar prickle that had built up in Angel’s sinuses while he was working returned in full force, with nothing distracting him, it built, and built, and built until Angel stopped in his tracks, fanning in front of his face and pawing around on his person for a tissue.

“Hahh…H-hahh…Ah…!!”

Angel sniffled faintly, trying to fight the urge to sneeze and failing miserably, by the time he got his hands on something he even thought was a tissue, it was too late.

“Ah’tshhheww! Hah’tshew! HAH’KTSHIEW! A-ahh’KSHIEW!! ‘KSHIEWW!” Angel sneezed, polishing off his fit with a damp sniffle, thanking fate that no one was around to see the dense mist of droplets he’d just sprayed into the air, “Fuck mbe…snff! That’s probably where everybody else is… somewhere sneezin’ their heads off…AH’KSHHEW!”

Angel winced, blowing his “nose” into the single tissue he found in a nearly-empty travel packet in his back pocket, tossing the soggy paper into a nearby trash can. Each spraying sneeze seemed hell-bent on scraping at his already-raw throat, swallowing growing more and more painful with every sneeze.

An hour passed, and Angel walked through the hotel’s front doors with an exhausted expression painted onto his face, struggling to sniffle enough to keep the constant trickle of moisture at bay, his “nose” reddened from the constant rubbing.

“Back early!” Angel announced, gently resting a hand on his throat and swallowing, frustrated that the husky, almost tattered quality of his voice had only managed to get worse on his walk home.

“You’re back from a shoot in a good mood?” Husk asked incredulously from his position behind the bar, pouring a shot of whiskey into two mugs of steaming liquid, “Did your boss fall out the window?”

“Fuck, I wish- snff!- he’s sick with whatever’s been goin’ around,” Angel explained, pausing to clear his throat, “Sorry… but it was ridiculous, he had the AC cranked up and the lights off cause he was too hot… snff-snff! I swear I could see my breath in there it was so cold.”

Husk chuckled, “Don’t think keepin’ a porn studio ice cold is the best idea,” he said, carefully swiping underneath his nose when Angel wasn’t paying attention, “What’d he have you doin’ today? Normally your voice ain’t this wrecked without givin’ some giant head for an hour.”

“Actually, I didn’t even have to do anythin’ today, they were just gettin’ B-roll shots of my body by myself… it was kinda nice,” Angel paused, “Mby…snff…sorry… mby throat’s just sore, it’s kinda pissin’ me off cause I feel like I’m losin’ my voice.”

Husk’s ear twitched, and he silently pushed one of the steaming mugs over to Angel, “This should help at least,” he said with a kind smile, both ears twitching when his fingers brushed up against Angel’s.

The two demons took a sip of the hot substance in their mugs, and then another, before setting their drinks down. Angel licked his lips at the taste of black tea, honey, and whiskey, a blend of flavors that reminded him of his brief stint lounge singing back on Earth.

“This is good, thanks,” Angel said, taking another sip and sighing at the warm liquid soothing his scratchy throat on the way down.

“Don’t mention it, glad the pain wasn’t caused by someone else’s dick for once,” Husk laughed, clenching his teeth to stifle the cough that was building in his chest, and taking another swallow of his drink.

The plumes of steam blooming from Husk and Angel’s mugs reached up to their faces and wafted into their sinuses, the steam loosening up the congestion they’d built up from hours of sniffling.

“H’RrSCHUHHH! Hh’TSCHUHHH! Hnk’TSHOOO! hNk’SHEWWW,” Husk sneezed, hurriedly hiding the mess of congestion behind a handful of paper towels, noisily blowing his nose and trying not to wince at the abrasive paper towel rubbing his sensitive little jellybean raw.

“Ah’KShew! Ah’kShiiew! Hah’kchew! Hnk’Chiew! Ah’KShhhew!” Angel sneezed, running the back of his wrist under his nostrils and wincing at the mess he’d made of his gloves by swiping at his “nose”.

“Well, at least I don’t have to hold ‘em in anymore,” Husk sighed, noisily blowing his nose and tossing the bundle of soiled paper towels in the trash, before turning to address Angel, “You too?”

“Mmhm,” Angel replied, wiping tears from his watery eyes, “I don’t even know who I caught it fromb- A-ahh’KSHEW!- either Val… or Velvette, or Smiles… where is he, anyway?”

Husk gestured toward the armchair in the parlor with his head, where Alastor was curled up, half asleep, staring at the television with glassy eyes, “The fever’s kickin’ his ass, watch this- Alastor!” he called out.

“Hm?” Alastor replied, turning to face Husk.

“How many fingers am I holdin’ up?” Husk asked, sticking up his middle finger at Alastor, who could barely register shapes in his current state.

“Uhmb…Hnk’Shhiew!... three?” Alastor replied, squinting at Husk’s hand from the negligible distance between the parlor and the bar.

Husk snickered, “Yup, three,” he lied, turning back to face Angel, “He doesn’t even know where he is right now.”

“Oh shit, that’s gonna be us,” Angel sighed, polishing off the last of his drink and clearing his throat, “I already feel a little woozy… I’mb gonna go change outta this, you comin’?”

“Comin’ to change into mby pajamas, or comin’ to watch you change?” Husk inquired.

“Both?” Angel offered, scratching behind Husk’s left ear.

“Both it is,” Husk replied.

Thirty minutes later, Husk and Angel emerged from Angel’s room, both looking noticeably more tired than when they vanished upstairs, and collapsed onto the sofa next to Alastor’s armchair. Husk positioned himself so that his head was nestled underneath Angel’s chest fluff, and Angel shuffled in place so that Husk was right between both of his legs, the large cat’s fever-heightened body heat keeping Angel from shivering.

“I feel hot,” Husk grumbled, running a hand under his nose and wishing he had a box of tissues.

“I feel cold,” Angel whimpered, hugging Husk closer to him in an attempt to fight back against his building chills, “a-AH’kSHEW!...’kSHeww! ‘Ksheww!”

“I mbiss phonographs… snrkk!... It was always so interesti’g to watch themb spin,” Alastor rambled feverishly, his nose twitching, “Hnk’TSHhiew! HNK’TSHHEW!”

Niffty draped a blanket over Angel and Husk, and wiped down Alastor’s forehead with a damp washcloth, before returning to her flurry of cleaning tasks, humming peacefully to herself while the three pitifully sick demons stared at the television.

Eventually, Charlie and Vaggie returned from their work outside the hotel, “Guys, we’re back!” Charlie called out, “Cherri texted me saying that she’d be back tomorrow, she’s scouting out another mural space right now, but I wonder if Angel’s back from his shoot yet.”

Niffty tugged on Charlie’s pant leg, “Look,” she whispered, gesturing toward the parlor, where Husk and Angel were snoring against one another, and Alastor- while awake- was feverishly rambling to himself.

“Oh no,” Charlie sighed, “At least they look comfortable… the news wasn’t lying about this thing being contagious.”

“Yeah, maybe we should be a bit more cautious around them and their germs before anyone else gets sick,” Vaggie proposed, inching away from the germy haze in the parlor, with her hands behind her back.

“Ihh’pshuu! Ih’pshuu! H-hihh’kshew!”

Charlie and Vaggie winced at the sound of Niffty sneezing from the other room.

“I’ll go get her,” Vaggie said, “Whatever this is, let’s cross our fingers it doesn’t get any worse.”

“Yeah… fingers crossed,” Charlie echoed, crossing her fingers while staring at her sick friends with wary concern, their congested snoring occasionally broken up by a hoarse cough from Angel, “Feel better, guys.”

When Charlie walked away, Alastor drowsily looked up, following her with his eyes until she left the room, mouthing a delirious ‘Thank you’ in her direction before leaning back in his armchair and falling asleep.

#snz #snz fic #snz kink #illness kink #gingey.rtf #ha/zb/in ho/tel

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Im going camping (again, ugh) so I might as well post this fic until then. It’s not apart of the main story but it’s Rusl and Uli meeting Kori! Fair warning, there’s some talk about premarital sex and the fear of people finding out about it including bein disowned and stuff, but that’s about it, so if that hits too close to home then look out.

Anyways Kori is a baby and I love the Ordon fam

Midna stayed for days, catching up with Link, explaining Kori’s situation more, and trying to ease Kori into his new situation. When she finally left, Link felt like he was thrown into a lake without learning how to swim. Although he accepted that he would take care of Kori when Midna was away, Link couldn’t help but feel intimidated by raising a child. He played with Ordon kids a lot, sure, but he never took care of them. If something happened the parents would be there. But this time, he was the parent.

Kori was just as scared and intimidated as he was though. He didn’t stop crying when Midna went back home for hours. Link tried hard to get him to eat but the boy just wanted his mother, so he’d sit at Link’s door and cry. After three days of this, Kori finally came around and ate the food Link would make for him, and soon he began to accept that his mom was away.

Link was already exhausted by the end of the week, trying to calm down Kori when he missed his mom, trying to balance coddling him and showing him tough love, but most of all his mental state was draining him. How would everyone in Ordon react to Kori? Should he tell them that he’s their son? How would Illia react to his son after he told her that he’s not interested in settling down?

How would his family react?

The people of Ordon looked down upon premarital sex, in fact, all of Hyrule shunned it. Link agreed with them no doubt, he never had a desire to have sex before marriage. It was a sacred act and should happen after he was married to someone. But his emotions got the better of him when he and Midna slept together that night. So if he introduced Kori as his son, everyone would know what he did, and that terrified him.

People who conceived before marriage were shunned and outcasted. Sons were disowned and daughters were labeled as whores, no good came from the consequences of that act. The thought of this happening to Link made him feel sick, and he was constantly anxious on what he should do, to the point where he could barely get out of bed.

He always wanted to be a part of a family, in fact, when he explored the temple of time, Rusl practically adopted him right then and there. They both expressed their feelings towards Link being adopted into Rusl’s family, and it was the happiest he’d felt in a long time. He finally had a family, and though it wasn’t blood related, it was good enough for him. But now… he was going to lose that. He’s been in the family for 2 years and he was going to lose everything.

So Link never left his home. He and Kori stayed inside where Kori would explore what little Link had. He knew he needed to leave his home eventually, they were slowly running out of the food he had stored away, and Kori staying inside wasn’t healthy for him, but he was too scared to face the villagers. He was too scared to lose his family.

Of course, Link couldn’t hide away forever with Rusl and Uli’s concern over their oldest child, and one day, Rusl entered his home, demanding to talk to Link.

Rusl’s face when he saw Kori said it all to Link. He knew who Kori was. Rusl was the only person besides Zelda who knew about Midna, he was the only one who knew about his journey. Rusl didn’t need an explanation that Kori was Link and Midna’s child. With all his anxieties building up, Link finally broke down sobbing.

“I’m sorry pa, I’m so sorry,” he said over and over again, expecting to get slapped, to get yelled at, to be disowned, or all three. But instead, Rusl knelt down beside him and rested a hand on his back.

“What’s his name?”

Link hiccuped and looked up, Rusl’s face wasn’t angry, or disgusted, but it was rather gentle as he stared at the curious Kori. Link was filled with confusion from his response, and it took a moment for him to comprehend the question and answer.

“H-his name is Kori.”

Kori looked from Link to Rusl and waved with a little “hi”. Rusl smiled and waved back.

“Kori this is m—“ Link stopped himself. Rusl was his pa, he always was, but it didn’t feel right to assume that he still was. “This is Rusl.”

“I’m his pa,” Rusl corrected, and Link looked up at him in surprise. Rusl looked back at him with a gentle smile, and wrapped his arm around him. “It seems I’m your grandpa Kori.”

Link looked from Rusl, then to Kori, shocked. What was Rusl doing? Kori looked at his grandpa confused, not understanding what a grandpa was, but he finally walked over to them shyly. Rusl smiled and went to ruffle his hair, but Kori drew back. Rusl’s hand hovered and Link saw him thinking. His hand slowly rested on Kori’s little head and the tension went away.

“I’m nice, Kori,” Rusl said softly and Kori smiled.

“Youw nice!” Kori repeated and Rusl chuckled, ruffling his hair. Kori giggled and they all sat in silence for a moment. Rusl frowned and gave Link a firm look. Link felt his heart skip a beat and he looked down.

“Rusl… I—“

“Link, what the hell happened?”

Link chewed on his lip with anxiety gnawing on his insides. He knew Rusl knew that Kori was his love child, he knew that his mother was Midna, but explaining the situation was still nerve wracking for him.

“Link,” Rusl repeated, firmly. Link let out a breath and fidgeted with his hands. He’s been bottling this up for years now, he might as well let it spill.

“Wh-when I killed Ganondorf I… was so relieved that it was all over,” he started, looking up at Rusl. He was staring at him intently, listening to every word. Link sighed and ignored his piercing gaze. “I was so relieved that Hyrule was safe, that the kids were safe, and that Midna was alive, and… we got carried away one night and… Rusl— pa, I’m so sorry about what we did I—“ he hiccuped again and rubbed his eyes, and Rusl tried to calm him down by rubbing his back. “I prayed nothing would come of it… I’m so ashamed.”

Rusl let out a sigh and gave his back a quick pat. He stood up silently and went to the door, making Link panic.

“Pa? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get your ma, she needs to see this.”

“What?” Link sprung up and got to the door before Rusl did. “Pa please don’t tell her. She won’t forgive me.”

“Link,” Rusl rested his hands on his shoulder, staring right into his eyes, “Uli is a lot nicer than me, you got nothing to worry about.”

Link looked away from his gaze and Rusl’s grip tightened.

“I know my wife Link. She won’t be happy, but you’re still her boy, and you’re still mine.”

“I just… I can’t have her know—“

“Why?” Rusl’s voice raised, “because you’re scared? If you can fight the demon king Ganondorf himself then you can face your ma about this.”

“This is different pa!”

“No it’s not Link. Your life isn’t in danger here.”

“Yes it is!” Link started to yell and Kori drew back behind a chair. Link sighed and gave Kori an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Kori… I’m sorry pa… I’m just—I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok Link,” Rusl wrapped his arms around his son and gave him a gentle squeeze. Link melted into the embrace and held onto his pa tightly.

“P-pa… you guys are my life… I was afraid that if you found out about what I did then you would disown me and—“ Link sobbed and buried his face in Rusl’s neck. “I would’ve lost my life then…”

Rusl gave him another squeeze and held him there. He was silent, and Link knew he was thinking of something to say.

“My boy,” Rusl finally spoke up, so quiet Link wouldn’t have been able to hear him if he weren’t so close. “I could never disown you. When you came into our lives I knew it was a blessing from the goddesses themselves. I could never throw that blessing away.”

Link sniffled at the kind words, trying to get his emotions under control as Rusl rubbed his back. After a minute of sitting there, Rusl pulled back and gave him a stern look.

“I’m not proud of what you’ve done,” he said, and though Link knew it, the words still stung. “But you are my son, and I just want to help you get back on the right path so you and Kori can have a bright future.” Rusl smiled at Kori who was watching them curiously. “I’m not going to abandon you. And neither will your ma.”

Link gave a nod and Rusl patted his shoulder before reaching for the door.

“I’m gonna go get her, y’all stay put alright?”

Link knelt on the ground as Rusl left, every minute passing feeling like an hour. Kori felt the tension in the room and has been sitting silently as well, holding onto his goat plushie tightly. After Din knows how long, Rusl came in more gently with Uli behind him. Her face was stricken with worry and Link knew that Rusl told her about Kori. He didn’t know if she knew about Midna though.

Uli immediately looked at the child in the corner of the room, her motherly instincts going off as she wandered closer to Kori.

“Oh my,” she whispered, kneeling to his level, “you weren’t kidding when you said he wasn’t human.”

Kori stared at Uli for a long moment, confusion and curiosity on his little face. Uli smiled softly at him, before turning to look at Link, who was still on the ground. She stood up and crossed her arms, thinking of what to say to Link.

“Link,” she started, glancing at her husband for a moment, “I see you have a son.”

Link nodded quietly, staring hard at his hands. Uli stared at him for a moment and let out a sigh.

“He’s cute.”

Link smiled slightly and nodded again.

“What’s his name again?”

“Kori,” Rusl answered for Link.

“Kori,” she repeated. She looked over at Kori who was mesmerized by the third light dweller he’s ever seen. Uli kneeled down and got closer. “Hello sweetheart, I’m Uli, your grandma.”

Kori looked at Link, then at Rusl, then at Uli.

“G-gwamma?”

Uli giggled. “Yes, that’s me. And that’s your grandpa, can you say grandpa?”

Kori looked at Rusl who was staring at them both with so much love in his eyes. Link smiled at the two new grandparents talking to his son. Kori pointed at Rusl.

“Gwapa.”

Uli giggled again. “Yep. That’s us, grandma and grandpa.”

“Gwamma an’ gwapa.”

Uli clapped her hands gently. “That’s it! Good job!”

Kori smiled and waddled over to where Link was kneeling.

“Papa.”

Link’s mouth fell agape at the little boy by his side, his son. It was almost surreal being called papa, something he never thought he’d experience anytime soon. Rusl chuckled and gave Kori a pat.

“Midna raised a smart little boy. He speaks pretty well!”

“Yeah…” Link smiled at Kori, who was beaming at the praise. A heavy feeling settled in his stomach when he thought about the two years he never got to experience.

“Speaking of,” Uli stood up and walked over to them, looking rather nervous, “I… I want to meet his mother… I know her existence needs to be a secret but, she’s family now, right?”

“Ah—ma— no I don’t think that’ll be a good idea,” Link stood up and rushed to her side. “I’d love for you to meet her too but–”

“I’d like to meet the woman who had a kid with my son, Link,” Uli said firmly.

“I don’t know if she wants to show herself to you guys though! I mean Pa wasn’t supposed to know about her!”

Uli frowned and crossed her arms. “Well how come he got to know about her and I didn’t?”

“Darling,” Rusl wandered over to the two and wrapped an arm around his wife, “remember when I shot Link in the leg? Midna punched me in the face to protect him, I really wasn’t supposed to know.”

Uli gave Rusl a horrified look and Link sighed.

“There’s a lot to me that you don’t know about Ma,” Link said quietly. Uli sighed and pulled away from Rusl to get closer to Link.

“When is she coming back?” She asked.

“I don’t know, she said she’ll visit whenever she can.”

“Well, talk to her about it, ok? Tell her I want to meet her, I’ll have a nice dinner ready.”

Link smiled slightly. “Ok ma, I’ll talk to her about it.”

Uli smiled back and took a deep breath. “Ok, well, Link no offense but it’s depressing in here, so I’m going to take Kori outside, ok?”

“Wait bu–”

Rusl stopped Link as Uli offered her hand to Kori, who gingerly took it. Link watched as they went outside, every bad thought going through his mind. Will the sun hurt him? What if a villager comes by and sees him? What if a monster comes by? What if–

“He’ll be fine, Link. Staying inside isn’t good for him.”

Link let out a breath and nodded, still worried for his son. Rusl stared at him for a moment before cupping his cheeks and kissing his head.

“It’s gonna be ok son, you’re not alone anymore.”

Link leaned into the touch and rested his head against Rusl, calming down a bit as he was wrapped into a hug. After days of feeling nothing but anxiety, it felt nice. But he wasn’t out of the woods yet.

“Pa?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think ma will even like Midna?”

Rusl’s silence was the answer he got. He sighed and tucked his head into his neck.

“Hey now, Uli is very sweet. She expresses her love through her words… and Midna….”

Link lifted his head and gave Rusl a look, being met with defensive raised hands.

“Midna is very sarcastic! That’s all! She expresses her kindness through her actions, not so much her words and that might clash with your ma’s sweetness!”

Link rolled his eyes but understood where Rusl was coming from. Rusl gave him one more squeeze and tried to lighten the mood.

“Hey, meeting the in-laws isn’t easy, luckily she already met me, and I like Midna, so don’t stress out about it, ok?”

Link nodded and Rusl started to nudge him towards the door.

“Let’s go, you need to go outside too, you’re a little pale.”

Link smiled a bit and let Rusl nudge him out the door, where he recoiled from the bright light. He heard giggling and saw Uli playing with Kori. The boy seemed to be enjoying himself, though he was in the shade, the sun didn’t seem to be hurting him, and Link smiled at him. A heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders as he realized that his parents won’t abandon him over this, and that would make this whole thing significantly easier for him. Having the support of them there would hopefully give him a normal enough life.

“I’m sure Colin would love him,” Rusl interrupted his thoughts. Link turned to look at him and he was greeted with a smile. “He’s Rela’s age too right? He’ll have kids his age he can hang out with.”

“Yeah,” Link said softly, suddenly feeling exhausted. Rusl tilted his head at him and patted his shoulder.

“You should get some rest Link,” Rusl suggested. Link shook his head.

“I can’t leave Kori alone.”

“He’s not alone, me and Uli will take care of him. But it looks like you’ve had a rough few weeks.”

Link sighed and rested his head on his pa’s shoulder. Rusl chuckled and sat down with his feet hanging off Link’s porch. Link followed and watched his little boy run around the clearing, chasing bugs, pulling grass, and observing the scarecrow. He smiled slightly, and let himself drift off into much needed sleep.

#but of an abrupt ending #a lot complicated feelings #love at twilight #kori #legend of zelda #legend of zelda au #zelda au #twilight princess #smiles writes

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next-autopsy · 7 months

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A/N: Well, hi there! Look: idk how military promotions were decided (especially in the 40s) so I’m making stuff up! Don’t question questionable things: just go with it.

I was supposed to post this yesterday, sorry for the wait! Love y’all, enjoy x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Mentions of SA /rape(not detailed), lots of self blame/guilt/hatred, swearing ....... I think that's it?

Made of Glass

Chapter nine: Eight Chaperones

Of course Birdie had felt guilt before.

She thought back to her childhood; the time she broke her Ma's priceless heirloom and blamed it on her brother, or when she accidentally let one of the horses out and watched as it ran off into the distance never to be seen again. The gut-wrenching feeling almost made her sick, she hated having that emotion swirling inside of her.

But this was different, by far the worse case of guilt she had ever experienced. The words that left Colonel Sink's mouth fell on deaf ears. Birdie couldn't focus, all noises around her were smothered and replaced with a high pitched ringing.

She had no control of her body, her limbs went numb and lead heavy. Her eyes locked onto one particular spot of the wall and everything else faded into nothing.

“Hey, you okay?” The question was ignored, “Birdie?”

Birdie...

Her senses flooded back all at once. Her vision refocused and concerned faced came into her view, she heard the voices in the room more clearly and her fingertips tingled slightly. She tested out the movement of her hands by brushing them through her loose hair.

Lucy and Blythe had settled on her bed on either side of her while Connie and Charlotte sat across from her atop the blondes cot, their knees touching hers.

Bernadette lifted her head watching the men in the room grow increasingly more uncomfortable by the second. All they could do was watch as the women mourned their friend and processed the trauma she had been through.

“Your escorts will be here within the hour.” She didn't know who said it but it was definitely a man.

“Escorts?” Birdie repeated, she'd obviously missed something while she had contemplated her comrades assault.

“I know it's a lot to take in, so we will be providing a safe space to talk about what happened.” The Lieutenant in the room told her. He went on to explain the schedule and how each woman would have a rotating group of NCOs from their company to be their glorified bodyguards for the duration of their time in Toccoa.

Birdie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that it wasn't good enough, assigning them babysitters and offering therapy wasn't going to change what had happened to Harriet and it sure as hell wasn't going to stop it from happening again.

Anger burned inside of her, building up until she couldn't hold it back anymore, she scoffed gaining the attention of her superiors.

“And what about them?” Birdie's voice was dark and venomous, her eyes narrowed and fist curled, pressing crescent shaped creases into the palms of her hands.

The appalled look shared around the room told her that no one was expecting her to speak up with that tone, especially while she glared at the Colonel.

“What are you going to do 'bout those men, who are still out there by the way. Are they gettin' away with it? With raping and beating her till she was on the brink of death?” Her voice had begun to wobble but the distain was still present.

“I think we should give you some time to process this-” Major Strayer tried to soothe the disgruntled woman.

“No. That's bullshit.” Her words were harsh and abrupt, cutting him off, “They get to do that and get away with it while we are the ones bein' chaperoned?”

“You're right.” Sink spoke up solemnly, quietening the room.

“I- what?” Birdie's head tilted, she had expected a reprimand for cutting off a Major or raising her voice at the Colonel but instead was hit with the words of an understanding man.

“This is a new situation. One that we've never had to deal with before now.” He let out a heavy sigh, “Now I am shocked and disgusted by the behaviour of those individuals. But-” He was genuine, keeping his voice even and calm, “What would you have us do?” He asked Birdie, “We don't have enough information to dish out punishments on a whim.”

“Well.... Firstly I would.... I would ask any man involved to come forward and confess.” This was something she had learnt from her Father. He would sit Birdie and her siblings down and ask the guilty party to disclose the secrets they held, he would let them come to him in private, knowing it was harder to do with an audience.

“I would give them till the end of the day to sign a written confession.” Sink nodded at her words, he too had thought about offering a window for the guilty party to admit their crime but without incentive he didn't expect anyone to take the offer. He worded his doubts to the woman; who provided a solution.

“Make their punishment lesser, demote them if they hold rank and transfer them out of the regiment.”

“And how's that incentive?” Major Strayer mouthed off at the lady, rolling his eyes but Sink waved him off.

“Anyone who doesn't come forward will be dishourably discharged.” Bernadette explained, using a similar tone back at the Major.

“But how would we-”

“Ask the men to become informants.” Birdie interrupted Strayers dumb thought, “They'll know, the men talk to each other. Someone will give them up, we've made friends. All of us. Harriet the most.”

“We'll discuss logistics... but I think you're right, Corporal Coldwell. The men will know.” Colonel Sink turned to leave but not before Birdie could speak up once more,

“Oh, Sir, It's actually Private. Private Coldwell.”

“Hm.... Corporal suits you better.” He gave he a brief smile and nod before leaving with the two men on his trail.

The barracks were quiet for a second until Charlotte spoke up.

“We should get changed, our escorts will be here soon.” Reminding everyone of they would have a shadow who would follow them round every second of every day.

“Oh, and Congrats Corporal Birdie.” She volunteered a small smile at the brunette who was still reeling in the information.

Only ten minutes later, a gentle knock on their barracks door informed the woman their NCOs had arrived to walk them to their respective mess halls.

Again, Lucy, being the closest to the entrance, opened it up to reveal faces Birdie didn't recognise. Charlotte, Connie, Francesca and Blythe had been the first group to be collected. The next group took Betty, Barbara and Lucy and then Birdie was left by herself.

Bernadette let out a dry chuckle, it was day one and the bid to keep the women from being left alone and vulnerable to attack had already failed.

She stepped outside and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply to try calm her anxiety. As she pressed up against the side of the barracks, her mind went to Harriet and the hospital bed she was lying in, her eyes blurred as she thought about her part in causing the demise of a close friend.

If she had just done her own shift last night, it would be her in that hospital instead of the How company medic. Or if she had gone to someone about those men threatening her after her latrine duty that day. She was almost certain it was those men who had gone after Harriet in her stead and that unsettled her the most. That attack was meant for her, to top it all off, she had been warned about it and didn't nothing to stop or avoid this situation.

Bernadette had had multiple opportunities to keep her friend safe and she purposefully ignore them and tried to go on as if it hadn't happened.

Harriet's hospitalisation was entirely her fault.

“Bernadette?” A tender voice called to her, she dropped the butt of her smoke on the grass by her feet and stubbed it out with her boot. Looking upwards she saw Sergeant Lipton walking in her direction. She couldn't muster a smile so she just nodded at him in recognition.

“We thought- I mean... didn't you have....” He trailed off, not really knowing the appropriate way to phrase such a question. Birdie knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth.

“Harriet Huntington..... took my shift last night.” It was mumbled and her gaze fell back to the floor.

“Oh... I'm sorry....Did you know her well?” His inquiry was soft, the gentle tone he used made her want to cry, instead she pushed off the wall and straightened her posture.

“Yeah.” He didn't ask any more questions, he didn't say anything else to her which Birdie appreciated greatly, he just waited for Bernadette to move closer and fall in step with him.

To be honest, Carwood hadn't been expecting to see the young woman leaning against the side of her barracks, waiting for him. The Easy company men were woken this morning to a Sobel lecture; he informed them that an unnamed woman who had a guard shift the previous night was hospitalised.

Of course every man in Easy knew Birdie had a shift so the natural assumption was they had just lost their female companion.

Regardless, Sobel explained the escorting schedule and appointed Lipton as the first man, so he followed orders and trotted off to the infamous ladies barracks, unsure he would like what he found.

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Joe Toye received his tray containing a bowl of porridge and a crusty slice of bread along with a tasteless coffee he smothered with sugar packets. The sad beige meal looked particularly horrid today.

Nobody spoke to him and if they did, he didn't acknowledge it.

When the mess hall door creaked open, he didn't look up. When the men around him began whispering, he tuned it out. It wasn't until Bill tugged on his sleeve that he addressed the man sat next to his right.

“Fuckin' what?” Bill only bobbed his head in the same direction his gaze was locked on, Joe followed his friends focus and almost fell off his seat.

Lipton stepped aside, revealing the fawn haired woman and her downcast face found her friends instantaneously. She would typically be beaming at them and jog over to join their group but today she just stood in place, crestfallen and gloomy; completely unlike herself.

Toye stood but did not tread near her, he took note of the redness encircling her eyes and painted on the tip of her nose. His attention turned to Perconte, who sat in the seat on his left, he signaled for him to move out of his current perch. Perconte indulged and found another seat nearby.

Birdie shifted on her feet and found herself filling Frank's empty space within moments. Toye said nothing as the two sat down in tandem, he only pushed his tray in front her.

“Eat.” It wasn't a suggestion and Birdie had no energy to disagree with him about it she she started nibbling on corner of the toasted bread.

The rooms atmosphere picked up again, cutlery clattered and voices resonated. Birdie could hear her name being thrown around and made an effort to disregard it.

Javier wandered over to her table with a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, he placed it down with a solemn look and returned to his post.

Everyone seemed to step on eggshells around her, avoiding the topic like their life depended on it. No one brought it up while they ate, while they ran Currahee or while they sat in the lecture hall pretending to take notes.

George laid his jokes on thick, anytime Birdie so much as blinked he was mentioning 'that one time he-' or throw her a one liner. Through out the day he had managed to pull several small smiles and one flat laugh from the sullen girl.

Even Liebgott had toned down his sarcastic comments, keeping his snippy quips to himself.

Birdie hated it.

She hated having Lipton two steps behind her all day. She hated the sympathetic looks and not so subtle whispers. She hated being treated like a doll, like she would break down and cry if someone said the wrong thing; like she was made of glass.

A/N: That's it. That's the title!

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter ten

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #made of glass #made of glass chapter nine #next autopsy #first fanfic

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swagatron9 · 2 years

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Wasted Squirrel

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts.

Summary: Daryl cheers up the reader when he notices they are acting out of character. Speaking of which Daryl is a bit out of character in this but oh well.

Daryl had never been fond of hanging around people if it wasn't necessary, that was one thing he was certain of when he and his brother arrived at the camp. The thought of developing a connection with another person in a world where it's kill or be killed never once crossed Daryl's mind, and then he met you.

Your upbeat, bubbly personality, although annoying at times, lifted Daryl's spirits. You were the only one that could make him smile when all he wanted to do was feel no emotions.

Almost like a gravitational pull, Daryl always found himself somewhere around you. His eyes would follow you wherever you travelled, ensuring that nothing would happen to you.

Lately, Daryl had noticed a downfall in your mood and your attitude. You lost that sparkle in your eyes and the happy tone in your voice. The idea of you giving up terrified Daryl, because if you gave up what more was left? The only person that kept high spirits suddenly believes a life like this isn't worth living.

He watched as you poked around at your food. The two of you were the last ones left at the fire and he couldn’t help but wander why you didn’t want to eat it. “Weren’t you told not to play with your food or somethin’?” Daryl spoke up. The silence of the night and the crack of the fire filled the air as you didn’t respond to him. It was almost like you had shut down. “You hearin’ me?” You let out a grunt in response, signaling that you did hear him, just not making the effort to reply back.

A frown made its way on Daryl’s face. “What’s the matter with you? Actin’ all depressed all of a sudden. Somethin’ happen that I don’t know about?” Daryl questioned curiously. He couldn’t help the concern that followed his words, it was like his body worked on its own when it came to your safety.

You shrugged your shoulders, irritating Daryl. “Come on now, where’s that smile of yours. What happened to bein’ happy all the time?”

“Maybe I don’t want to be happy anymore.” You replied in a monotone voice. Your robotic tone confused Daryl, almost as much as your words did.

“Whats that supposed to mean? Doesn’t everyone want to be happy?” Everyone wanted to be happy, but not everyone got to be. That was something Daryl envied. He found himself wanting to hate you, hate you out of jealousy when he first met you. But after watching you attempt to cheer him up one day he realized it wasn’t you he should be mad at.

You stood up abruptly. “Look around Daryl. We broke into a prison to protect us from the dead. In what happy world should we live in fear of getting our throats ripped out by lifeless yet somehow living creatures?” The food you were once poking at fell to the ground and was forgotten.

Daryl stood up and approached you slowly. “Keep your voice down alright. We can talk about this.” You shook your head as you felt tears begin to fall.

“No, I don’t wanna talk about this. I’m sick of everything.” You cried as you fell to the ground. Daryl crouched down beside you and hesitantly places his hand on your back.

Slowly, yet awkwardly he caresses you lightly as he soothes you through your breakdown. “I don’t want to live in this world any more. There’s nothing worth staying.” You sobbed in your sleeve.

“Don’t say that.” Daryl begged. “What about the group? They need you. I-” Daryl paused. “I need you, too.”

Due to your sobs you hadn’t fully taken in what he had said until you calmed down. “You need me?” You questioned Daryl’s previous words.

Daryl avoided eye contact, instead staring at the small flames of the now barely lit fire. “Yeah, yeah I do.” You were confused to say the least, the last person you expected to hear something like that from was Daryl.

That’s why you stared at the side of his head, pondering why he would say something like that. “Why?” You finally spoke up.

“I don’t know. You keep me sane, I guess. Give me hope. Never really felt like this with anyone before.” Daryl kept to his hushed tone as he spoke his feelings. “I thought at first maybe I just cared about you the way I did Merle, but compared to you I couldn’t give a shit ‘bout him. I know he’s my brother, but you’ve helped me more than he has the entire time Ive been alive.” After confessing his feelings, Daryl began to pick at the grass beneath him, not noticing the smile that grew on your face.

“Daryl, that’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said. Probably the most you’ve ever spoke too.” You smiled brightly.

Daryl let out a huff as he felt his cheeks get warm. “Shut up.” He grunted as he stood up.

“Hey Daryl.” He paused in his place. “I care about you a lot. More than what friends would, if that’s what we’re getting at here.” Daryl suddenly leaned down, grabbing your face between his hands and kissed you.

Your eyes fluttered shit and your smile grew even bigger. You pulled away once you lost your breath,staring up at the red neck in front of you. “You wasted a good squirrel.” Daryl muttered as he gestured to the long forgotten dinner. “Searched long and hard to get that for you.”

“I can think of a few ways to make it up to you.” You smirked.

You chuckled when your saw his cheeks flush red and he looked away from embarrassment. “You, Daryl Dixon, are something else.”

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd daryl #twd #rick grimes #carol peletier #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #daryl dixon x reader #twd negan #maggie greene #glenn rhee #merle dixon #carl grimes

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spookychick78 · 8 months

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End Of The Line

Chapter 17: When I Loved Her

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,702

Hoyt strode out of the Hewitt house with a skip in his step. He heard the door open behind him after he left her, that was all the confirmation he needed to know that he had won. That wicked grin of his crept onto his lips as he imagined her shock. He was sure her devastation would satisfy that growing need to wound more than any physical death he could give her would. It would hurt her more that way, crush her heart beyond repair. Thomas' heartbreak would merely be entertainment, it was her he wanted to damage in each and every way. He leaned against the old house and watched with unbridled anticipation as Thomas slowly but surely made his way over. His body was buzzing with such a sick, twisted excitement he could barely keep his toes from tapping the bottom of his boot.

"You get everythin' your mama asked you to do done?" He asked as Thomas pushed the front door open beside him.

Thomas turned his head towards his brother, expecting the same old dissatisfied expression laced with a hint of disgust that was always present of late. Instead, he noticed a gleam in his eye. He looked positively delighted to see him, which based on who Hoyt was, wasn't good. Thomas' mind immediately went to Ronnie, naturally, though he tried to hide his worry from him the best he could. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction if he could help it. He nodded his head.

"Good. Guess you could go on in and play with that little toy of yours," Hoyt said before he stuffed some tobacco into his lip, "there's your reward for bein' such a good dog."

Thomas clenched his jaw before he slammed the door behind him. The house was quiet, it usually was when Mama left for the day, but when that door closed a sense of dread fell over him. The silence was deafening, the kind that made the low ringing in your ears more prominent. Worry began to swell deep in his chest. Hoyt had done something, he could feel it. He took a few steps forward, then he saw it. The basement door was ajar and the poorly lit dingy walls within stared back at him with the looming threat of a loss he wasn't quite sure he could bear. There was only one person in the Hewitt household who would have ventured down there without closing the door behind her and it wasn't Mama.

He wanted so badly to stay where he stood. He wasn't sure he would be able to face her or the shame he knew was waiting for him. It was already worse than any other he'd felt before. In fact, he wondered if he had every truly felt shame until that moment. All of his sin was on full display, the monster that he was, that he tried so hard to hide from her had been exposed. The only motivation he found to trudge his way down there was the thought that she was alone and more than likely, frightened. Though he knew he was probably the last person she would want to comfort her, he began his decent down the stairs. He heard her cries before he turned the corner to find her standing in the middle of all his horror, head hung and clutching herself tightly. Her shoulders shook for each sob she tried to stifle and all he could do was stand there and watch, because knew he couldn't justify any of it. He was a guilty man, guilty of it all and this was his punishment. He had to watch it break the woman he loved more than life itself. He had to watch it take her from him.

She started to turn and he braced himself. He was sure her words would wound him irreparably, but what he wasn't quite prepared to see was her eyes, those were what truly broke him. There it is, he thought to himself, there's that fear she should have had when she first looked at him on that damn road. They were wide, bloodshot and filled with a pain he himself felt deep in his bones. All of her affections for him, all her forgiveness was gone, dead as the skin that hung from the hooks surrounding her. She clutched herself tighter as she looked upon him.

"I don't know you," she whispered, "I never knew you at all."

Three months had passed since then. Each day seemed like an eternity in and of itself for the both of them. That deafening silence hung about as a reminder of the rift that had been created. Ronnie hadn't spoken a word since that day and Thomas had abided by her request. She didn't have to say it, he already knew what was required of him. Each morning he made sure to wake long before her and vacate the room. He stayed outside for the most part, sometimes he hoped the heat would kill him, give him an end to his suffering. Occasionally, he caught glimpses of her through the windows. She did her best to participate in the duties asked of her, lips sealed and eyes empty. It was as if the time he had spent with her had been a false reality after all, you would have never known there had been such love between them. He clung to the memory of her touch, the way she smelled, the way it felt to be wrapped up in her. He knew in his heart that the day he forgot would be the day he stopped breathing. To lose her was worse than death, but until her safety was guaranteed, he would be sure to keep breath in his lungs.

Ronnie however, focused on the opposite. Forgetting what they had proved more difficult than she had imagined it would be, especially when she had daily reminders of what she deemed as a colossal mistake. Cleaning Thomas' ever bloodied shirts, though she at least knew for now it was only animal blood, would have been difficult enough after what she had seen, but it was worsened by her condition. As she scrubbed she held her breath to keep the smell of rust mingled with Luda's special lemon and baking soda elixir from creeping into her nose. It didn't seem to help much, she still found herself gagging and covering her mouth to prevent vomit from exiting. She dropped the shirt in her hands and ran to the sink to empty her stomach for the third time that morning. Luda set her cleaning brush down and observed how positively green Ronnie looked. Her skin had a sheen to it, a layer of sweat that exaggerated the pallid color she seemed to wear more than not as of late. The older woman had her suspicions, but hadn't yet found a way to broach the subject. Ronnie hadn't only shut Thomas out, she had dealt Luda the same cold demeanor since that day too, but as the woman watched the girl hang her head while she clutched the edge of the sink she decided she couldn't stay silent any longer.

She stood from her spot in the living room and gently approached Ronnie, letting her hand rest on the girl's shoulder. She flinched away, but kept her head down and her eyes shut as her body heaved once again.

"Ronnie," Luda said gently, "now, I know you ain't too fond of speakin' to me no more, but I think I may have somethin' that could help with this."

She watched Ronnie wince before she decided her stomach had finally emptied itself entirely and lifted her head up, "I'm fine," she replied shortly.

She winced again and lowered her head back to the sink, panting as drool ran out of her mouth and Luda shook her head, "Is that so?"

Ronnie felt tears form in her eyes, which only frustrated her further, "I am, I don't need your help," she choked out.

"Ronnie," Luda said sternly, but it came from a place of genuine concern that she was indeed far from 'fine', "look at yourself. We both know that ain't true. You don't have to like me, I'm not askin' you to, but let me help. Its the least I can do."

Ronnie finally looked up at her, her eyes wet with tears, whether they were from the sadness that had buried itself so deep inside her or how hard she had been heaving was hard to tell, but she looked terrible. Luda patted her gently as pity filled her expression. She could tell Ronnie had relented, though she wouldn't say it aloud.

"Why don't you lie down on the sofa, I'll be right over," she said softly.

Ronnie nodded her head and stood up, a hand over her beyond upset stomach as she slowly guided herself to the couch. She did as Luda had asked and rested her head on the less than comfortable arm available to her. She let her other hand rest on her forehead, soaking her palm in the cold sweat that covered her skin. She closed her eyes and shook her head as she fought off another wave of nausea the best she could. She was so tired of vomiting, she was convinced her body was trying to punish her for the sin she had committed in loving Thomas. Surely this would kill her, at least she hoped it would.

Luda hurriedly chopped the ginger root into cubes small enough to extract their flavor and threw them into a pot. As the water began to boil, their aroma filled the room and the woman glanced to the poor girl on the couch. The smell seemed to give her a bit more comfort, which meant drinking it would at least settle her stomach until the next morning. She turned the stove off and poured the tea into a cup before she hurried over to Ronnie.

"Here," she said as Ronnie pushed herself up enough to drink.

She pulled a chair over and sat in front of her.

"Thank you," Ronnie said between sips, "but you don't have to sit with me, I'll be fine by myself."

Some color had at least begun to make its way back to her face, which pleased Luda, but she wasn't quite ready to leave her yet.

"Ronnie," she started gently as she observed the hand the girl had resting on her stomach.

Ronnie took note of her concerned gaze and quickly said, "Don't."

"You have to tell Thomas," Luda said before she could stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth.

Ronnie let out a humorless laugh as she looked up at her with darkened eyes, "Tell him what?"

"That you're carryin' his��child," Luda said, trying to maintain her gentle demeanor, "that you're pregnant."

"I'm not," Ronnie said harshly.

Luda held her gaze until she saw those tears form in her bloodshot blue eyes once more. She didn't say a word, but she didn't have to for the girl to know what she was trying to convey. She knew just as well as Ronnie did that what she said was true.

"I'm not," Ronnie repeated, her voice cracking as she finally let those tears fall.

Ronnie was in complete and total denial, though it was growing more difficult to maintain her false ignorance regarding the matter as each day went by. Her stomach had already started to protrude, further exaggerated by the lack of sustenance available to her.

"I can't be," she sobbed.

"Don't cry," Luda said as she moved her chair closer so she could wrap her arms around her.

Ronnie wanted to shrug her off, but the comfort of a mother's touch was something she needed so desperately. Her embrace did little to solve the larger problem at hand, but it provided relief at least for a moment. It had been the only thing on her mind since the day she stood in the basement. She allowed herself to release all of her emotions into Luda's arms, she needed someone else to help bear the weight of her grief, it had been weighing her down for so long.

"It's okay, Ronnie," Luda cooed as she pet the top of her head, "just let it out, you'll be okay."

"But I won't be, will I?" Ronnie asked, though she knew no answer Luda could give her would satisfy the dread within.

Luda held her a little tighter when she asked that, because truly, she wasn't sure. If childbirth didn't kill her, she knew her eldest son would be waiting to. It wouldn't be long until the secret growing inside of Ronnie made itself known. As much as it pained her to admit, she wouldn't be safe there, nor would her grandchild.

"Tommy should know, Ronnie," she said before she pulled back to brush some of her messy hair out of the girls eyes, "I know you know that, despite how you feel about him."

Ronnie hung her head and shook it as she wiped a few stray tears from her cheek, "You don't understand, I can't look at him."

"I understand more than you think," Luda said, ignoring the sting she had just dealt to her.

Ronnie looked up to meet her gaze with questioning eyes and waited for her to elaborate.

"Hoyt's father wasn't a kind man, Ronnie," Luda began as she looked down at her hands, "I knew when I found myself hunched over a bucket like you are, he wouldn't be happy. I knew he might just kill me if I told him when he was in a foul enough mood. I tried to hide it, but we both know that trick don't work for long," she tossed a glance to Ronnie's bloated belly, "finally, I decided I had no choice. He was madder than hell and he hit me, so bad I thought maybe he mighta just taken care of the problem himself. He left me there, bleedin' and I didn't see him no more after that, but I had my baby."

Ronnie struggled to find the comfort that perhaps Luda had intended to give her with her words, "I'm sorry," she said quietly, she didn't know how else to respond to such a disheartening tale.

"Don't be, they were my own mistakes. I knew what that man was the moment I met him. That man was a monster and he gave me one to keep and raise as my own, to remind me of what he was for the rest of my life," she said as she picked at the skin on her fingernails harshly as she remembered the man.

Finally, she looked up, "But Thomas is nothing like them."

"Luda," Ronnie started to protest, fully aware it would fall on deaf ears.

"No, you listen to me. I know what he's done, I've seen him do it, but you don't understand what drove him to it. Maybe it doesn't excuse it, but you need to know so that if you have any forgiveness left in you, you'll know it's justly given."

Ronnie stayed silent. She was quite sure nothing could convince her that he was anything other than a monster in his own right, but she would allow the woman to make an attempt.

"From the moment he could understand, this is all he's ever known. I watched as Hoyt ruined him, because the fact is there was nothin' I could ever do that woulda stopped him. I watched as he was sat down in a chair, cryin' his little eyes out while my own son wrapped his head in rags and belittled him with the cruelest words you could imagine, words than no child's ears should be subjected to. He was told he was hideous, nothin' more than an animal, Hoyt's dog. A dog that was too damn ugly to amount to anythin' other than a mistake, one no one should be forced to look at. He was beaten if he showed his face, beaten if he spoke, beaten if Hoyt simply felt like takin' his anger out on somethin' that wouldn't run and reminded that even if he wanted to run, no one would help him. He was taught he was hated and he was taught to hate. When he finally got that job at the slaughter house, the men there did little to convince him that Hoyt had been wrong. I don't even think he was human to them. They gagged when he walked by, made sure he heard each whispered vile thing they thought about him. Workin' was the only thing that made him feel like he fit in, it was his escape, it made him feel needed outside these walls, then they took that from him. Sent him right back here to be Hoyt's dog again. Hoyt saw what that did to him and he used it. By the time he brought someone home Thomas was already so damaged beyond repair and doin' his dirty work was just another order he had no choice but to follow. His own free will was stolen from him the moment I brought him through that front door. Hoyt made it his mission to corrupt that boy, take each ounce of innocence he had away from him, desensitize him so early on that by the time he asked him to kill, he knew he wouldn't have to ask twice. He instilled each of the vile, wicked and hateful things he thought into that boy and convinced him it was what he was made to do. His own personal mercenary. He made sure to let him know just how pretty each of those faces were, that they were somethin' he'd never have and how ugly they thought he was. I think when he finally did as Hoyt asked and killed someone, it killed the part of him that would have hesitated to do what he was doin' in that basement. He broke and became what he was told he was. A monster."

Luda quickly wiped away her own tears before she continued, "I failed him in every way a mother could. Confessin' it to you don't make what he did right, but he isn't the only one who should be blamed. We all deserve to be punished, maybe some of us more than others, I know that, but if you need to blame anyone, blame me. Because I know if that boy had been brought up anywhere else in this god forsaken world he might have had a chance. It was selfish keepin' him here, I see that now. It's taken everythin' from him, includin' you. And you were it. You were what he needed, you were the chance I never thought he'd get to be happy, to be normal."

Ronnie reached forward and took Luda's hands in her's. She had some sympathy left in her to see that Luda wasn't evil, she was broken. A victim of her own mistakes as Ronnie was.

"I loved your son," Ronnie started, filling Luda with some hope, but she braced herself for whatever it was the girl was going to say regardless, "I still love your son. Not one second goes by that I don't wish I could go back and turn the other way. I wish I'd never opened that door, but then I'd be living a lie, don't you understand that? I would be loving a lie and I still do, so much so that loving him has turned into something so painful I'm afraid it's going to kill me, because I don't know how to forgive him. I don't know how to look at him without seeing what he's done. I hate how much I miss him because every time I think about him, I see it. I see all of it and I see my child's future. His child's future. Tell me how I'm supposed to love him when I hate him so much for what he did, for who he is."

Luda shook her head, "You don't hate him."

"I do," Ronnie said as she began to cry again.

She ripped her hands away and tried to push her tears back in. She was so damn tired of crying.

"Look at you," Luda said as she watched her, "you don't."

"No," Ronnie croaked out, "but I want to so badly. I want to hate him until I can forget him, because this, this is too painful. It's too painful to love him like this. I have no one, this child has no one because you're right, look at me. I couldn't save it's father and I can't even save myself. It would be better off dead, we both would be."

"Don't you say that," Luda snapped, "now, I know you're hurtin', but I'll not have you wish ill upon that poor baby or yourself. I won't let the same thing that happened to Thomas happen to that child, I won't make the same mistake twice because you did save Thomas. You may not be able to see that, but you did. You did somethin' I couldn't, you gave him a reason to live, to turn away from death in every way. You taught someone who's only ever known hate to love. You've both been given a chance, so don't you dare take that for granted."

"A chance?"

"That child is the salvation you both need," Luda said.

"This child won't survive here, we both know that," Ronnie muttered as she looked down at her stomach.

"You're right, I do know that," Luda said while her chest tightened as she thought of her next words, "and it's exactly the reason Thomas needs to leave this place. Because he of all people will understand what you just said better than you or I ever could."

Ronnie looked back up at her, confused, "I don't understand."

"That child is freedom, Ronnie."

She hadn't even contemplated that word in such a long time that it sounded absolutely foreign to her.

"Tell him," Luda said with finality in her tone.

It pained her to know what she was doing. She knew she would never see them again if they left and if she was being honest, she hoped she wouldn't. At least she would know they would live.

"Tell him and go."

#thomas hewitt fanfic #thomas hewitt #slasher #slasher fandom #horror #horror fiction #slasher fanfiction #horror fan #horror fanfiction #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre

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teknikolor-walters · 6 months

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Ok so there was one point where I said I was gonna write a drabble based off of toby and tolouse's scarab dreams. Yeah here it is. But in all honesty this was just an excuse to write cascarab angst </3

Scarab leaned forward slightly on their cane, breathing heavily. The hike they had just gone on with their wives had been ridiculously hard, much harder than B0UNTY said it would be. But when they looked up, they realized why he had dragged her and Jessie all the way out here.

The view was breathtaking. The sun peeked out just barely from behind the other mountains, tinting everything a soft orange. She heard B0UNTY laugh from beside her.

"Pretty, ain't it?" He asked. They just nodded.

"Ain't nearly as pretty as you, ya'know." He wrapped his arms around her hips, making her yelp. Jessie snickered.

"He's right, ya'know. Both'f ya are the prettiest damn things 've ever seen."

Scarab just made a hmph noise. "Well, ah'm starved, so if the two 'f ya are done bein' gross, ah'll set up for the picnic."

That was the idea behind the hike, to have a picnic together at the summit to celebrate their 6 month anniversary. The happiest 6 months of Scarab's life.

The other two ended up helping her with the picnic supplies and soon they were sitting together, nothing saying a word, just enjoying the moment. Scarab's head was on B0UNTY's shoulder and Jessie was curled up in his lap. The plan was to sit there and watch the sunset, then transport back to H1VE.

"Ya'know, we've got no way of tellin' if these berries're the poisonous sort 'r not." Jessie grabbed another raspberry from the pile. "Ah probably shouldn't be eatin' these."

"We brought the field guide, Capy." B0UNTY reminded it. "But just in case.." He took one out of it's hand, popping it in his mouth. "Ah cain't be havin' mah Capybara gettin' sick."

"How kind of ya t' steal 'er food."

Scarab lifted haw's head from B0UNTY's shoulder long enough to sit up and kiss him. Yee could taste the raspberry in his mouth. B0UNTY's hand reached up and traced the scars on their neck, causing her to hum in pleasure.

When they both broke the kiss, Scarab returned to snuggling into her Fox. She lifted a hand, holding up her wedding rings to the light, studying the words engraved on each one. Fox. Capybara.

For some reason even just seeing the words filled them with peace. It was a reminder that they had each other, they were okay. Scarab sighed with contentment.

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Scarab sighed. They knew it wasn't good to let themself linger on memories, but they couldn't help it. They wanted to remember everything about their partners.

Even if she would never see them again.

Another sigh. It was for the best, yee reminded yeehawself. If they left, Cassie would.... well. They didn't want to think about what Cas said he would do, and had already done. The tattoo (brand) was just starting to heal. At least it didn't hurt anymore.

She looked over at Castiel, asleep and nestled into her shoulder. He looked pretty. Really pretty, with his hair down and an almost softness to his face. Without really thinking about it she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Their mind began to wander. Nights like this had been common, back at H1VE. Nights curled up next to her partners, slowly falling asleep, knowing she was safe and cared for and loved...

"Mornin', Bug." The jolt of panic yee felt when Castiel spoke up is something yee didn't quite know how to deal with.

"It- it ain't mornin', Capy-" Shit. "Cassie. It- it's still dark out, Cassie. Ya've only been asleep fer an hour 'r so." It was hard to keep up the cowboy voice without their hat, but Scarab managed.

They realized that they'd been fidgeting with their wedding rings while they zoned out, running their thumb over the words engraved on them. They stopped when Cas opened an eye.

"You doin' ok, Bug?"

"'m fine. Jus'... ya'know, thinkin'."

"Mhmm. 'bout your partners?"

Scarab froze. Yee didn't really know why, only that Castiel mentioning haw's partners scared haw.

"Yeah. Jus' a bit'f heartsickness is all," they made themself respond after a little bit.

"Bug, you know it isn't healthy to constantly think about them. You have me now!" He smiled up at them. Cute. "Besides, you know that they didn't love you, right? Not really. Nobody from H1VE did."

Scarab didn't say anything.

"Bug, are you even listening? You know they don't. If they loved you they would've come and found you by now."

"Y-yeah. Yeah. 'm listenin'."

They didn't love her. They didn't love her. They never loved her. She just needed to remind herself of that. They never loved her. They never loved her.

"C'mon Bug, let's get some sleep. It's late."

Scarab let Castiel pull them on top of him, and pushed down the memories of this happening a million times before with two other people. They didn't love haw. They never did.

"Love you, Bug."

They were so lost in their own thoughts they barely heard him.

"Bug, say it back. I love you!"

The sudden change in tone is what shocked haw into replying.

"Love you too, Cassie."

#smiles and bats my eyelashes #scarab walters #queerplatonic pardners #cascarab #one of these days i will write a cascarab fic that isn't just Scarab Torment. today is not that day

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littlelesbinonny · 11 months

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The Devil’s Den

Chapter 7: In Which Everything Shifts

::Mentions of alcohol/drinking, read at your own discretion::

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

You were nearly an entire bottle and a half of wine deep on this fine Friday night. Your music was blaring and you were having a grand old time dancing like an idiot as you tried drowning your sorrows.

It was a little pathetic.

But who could blame you?

You didn't. You knew your vices, you knew your coping skills, lacking as they were. But fuck!

The lady vampire who turned your world upside down vanished. A whole week, gone. No more feeling her near, no more catching her perfume on the breaths of the wind. You'd even gone back to the same spot you met her a second time several times over the course of the week, and nothing.

You still weren't entirely sure you hadn't lost your mind. There weren't any drugs you knew of that could last in your system to cause these long term hallucinations. So how could you chalk this all up to getting roofied somewhere? But, then again...

Nothing added up. You had just about driven yourself crazy trying to unravel this ball of yarn.

Deep down you knew this was all real, which was almost worse.

You could almost catch yourself needing to laugh maniacally about the whole situation; vampires were real???

What else about this life was a fucking lie or truth?

Whatever.

You did another jig across the kitchen floor as Maggie May by Rod Stewart came on.

"Wake up Maggie I think I got somethin' ta say to you! It's late September and I really should be baack at schooool - I know I keep you amuused - But I feel I'm bein' used - Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried, anymooOOoore! You led me away from home, juuust to save you from bein'aaalone - You stole my heart and thaaat's what really hurts... The morning sun when it's in your face reeally shows yooour age - But that don't worry me nooone, in my eyes you're everything..."

Going back to your pancakes you flipped the four and continued to drink your wine. It was about all you had left in your apartment and you knew you were going to need the carbs to soak up the alcohol so you weren't sick tomorrow. Plus, you loved pancakes.

As you were pulling them off the griddle your playlist took a nose dive into jazz and Louis Armstrong's La Vie En Rose began.

"Ah man, bit of a buzz kill," you muttered as you took a bite of the fluffy cake, eventually getting into the groove before too long.

"Actually... no, no this is good," you admitted looking down at your plate and glass of red wine, "great combo we got goin' on here!"

You grabbed another and stuffed it in your mouth, snatched your glass and wandered into the living room, moving elegantly with the tune. As you were humming along there seemed to be an echo, no, a different tone tangled in the air with you and the stereo.

It was then that familiar feeling finally broke its way through your inebriated barrier and settled into your system like a cat into a soft fuzzy blanket.

You froze, but not in panic.

Turning around slowly you found the shadow in the corner was not just your cushy chair.

There was undeniably a figure sitting in it.

A tall figure. And it was humming.

Her timbre was sultry and smoother than glass. Rich. Seductive. All encompassing.

Just like her.

You couldn't believe it.

She was back. In your living room. Slate colored hues boring into you once more.

Being inebriated was actually working in your favor at this point. You had reached the numbness stage of the alcohol, and thank god because had you gotten any farther you would have been a walking emotional garbage can on fire.

You took another sip of your wine as you watched her in the darkness, listened to her melodious voice, and did your best to keep your knees from crumbling away beneath you.

Apparently your playlist had come to an end as silence filled the space between you after the song stopped. You could make out the smirk on her face and something white in her hand.

"You know," she began, the warmth of her tone dripping off each word, "I didn't need an invitation... you had already given me permission when I brought you back that night."

You swallowed. Hard.

So it was true; she had brought you home, dressed you, taken care of you. Why?

"Then why have you been such a stranger?" you countered softly with barely a breath.

She smiled, seemingly completely at home sitting there cross-legged in your chair.

And you?

You. Were. Vibrating.

She rose, and holy mother of god she was so tall. You felt dwarfed. As she inched towards you you felt your bones rattling in your skin, her scent was filling up your lungs and you were pretty sure you whimpered. She was an other worldly phenomena and you just wanted to fall into her, head first.

Alcina lifted her hand and carefully traced a gloved fingertip over your jaw, catching your chin between her thumb and finger, tilting your face to hers as she admired you; intoxication and all.

Here you were. Within her grasp. Alcina's senses stumbled over themselves as your pheromones puffed off of you like pollen; the shaking of your flower buds? Her nearness, her touch, her smell. She knew. And, oh, how you were tantalizing, coaxing her insatiable needs. Had she not fed before she came, Alcina could not have been certain she could have restrained herself.

She locked you within her gaze, stoic face never giving way to her weakness.

Holy hell what was happening. All your mind could do was scream repeatedly to not fall down. She was so close and so beautiful. Clad in all black once again, everything hugged her perfectly, from her gloves to her coat to her pants and boots.

But why the turtleneck? You recall very vividly now the white dress she wore when you first met. The neckline wasn't plunging but it did her alabaster skin so many favors. Why hide such an exquisite work of art?

"Your mind never stops, does it." Alcina cooed.

No, it sure as shit didn't. And it had been working overtime since she came into your life.

"Never a moments peace."

Your reply hit home and Alcina considered you even harder. She knew precisely how you felt. Knew the plight of a mind so busy. Knew the relief that came if a silent moment ever did come. Knew how the seeking for said relief, for that moment of peace, could become just as tiresome.

She knew.

She knew... you.

Releasing your chin, a hum sounded deep in her throat. She was stepping onto a deadly battlefield, yet at this point in time all her fucks had flown.

Feeling slightly like your brain was short circuiting you grabbed the first phrase that popped into your mind; "Please don't run away again," you blurted, fearing she might slip away once more, and this time for good.

Alcina's crimson lips lifted back into an ever so gentle smirk, leaning into you, giving into the temptation that was wholly you, her lips almost touching yours. You didn't budge like she had half expected you to. So, she breathed you in deep. You smelled like wine and her fangs began to ache, "I won't," she reassured, nearly inaudible as she shoved her desires below the surface.

You shuddered violently enough you just about felt your soul exit your body. Shutting your eyes you took a breath, swallowed, and tried to keep your footing.

Drunk as you were, had this been any other situation you likely would have grabbed her and pulled her to you, crashed your lips into hers and fought her to your bedroom, ripped every article from her body and worshipped her until your body gave out. But somehow, for some reason, you were too terrified to do anything to spook her, lose her. You just wanted to keep her. In any way, shape, or form.

"What are you?"

Your question was so hesitant, scented with fear, but not the fear Alcina was used to. This was a fear of losing. Not of self preservation, to live and survive, not a fear of pain, or death. She pulled back but only slightly, jolted by the segue.

Where was your fear of her?

"You're not at all afraid of me, are you," she stated, eyeing you intently.

Brows furrowing ever so slightly, you licked your lips, "Should I be?"

Alcina couldn't help but hum again in contemplation of your quick counter. She really didn't know what to do with you.

"So... are you going to answer my question?" you tried again.

Alcina's eyes glittered as she pursed her lips, "You clearly remember what happened two weeks ago, and you're a very intelligent young woman; what do you think I am?"

You rapid blinked at how she skirted around that, a thousand and one more questions clawing their way to the surface. Was she testing you? Did she just not like saying it out loud?

"Listen, I'm 29 years old and until two weeks ago vampires were just myths, fiction in a story book, so you gotta understand... my entire view of the world was changed overnight... I am very, very confused. So, yeah, hearing you say it might make it a little easier to grasp," you chuckled softly, still grappling with the idea this was even happening.

She tilted her head, knowing how many ways this could all go terribly, terribly wrong, "Yes," she spoke deeper, "I am a vampire."

"Is that why you think I should be afraid of you?"

It was Alcina's turn to pause.

"It's usually common for humans to fear monsters, isn't it?"

"You think you're a monster?"

Alcina narrowed her slate colored hues, trying to decipher where you were going with this, wondering who was testing who at this moment, "Wouldn't you consider a brutal mass murderer of humans a monster?"

You observed her hard. Watching the spear of her defense fly through the air. It missed you, of course. Just a warning shot; an offer to back off or run right through.

You took the bait. Of course you took the bait.

"Humans brutally mass murder humans all the time... I don't see how you're any different," you offered softly but matter-of-factly, "I've met many monsters, they all look the same, but that's not what I see when I look at you."

Letting her off the hook this far in wasn't going to be an option so you needed to think quickly. You could tell she was considering this a game of chess. Sure, you knew she would be the better and more skilled player, but you didn't back down from a challenge, or a good game of strategy.

Or a game of cat and mouse.

"Please, tell me your name?"

What the fuck.

Alcina was starting to realize she had underestimated you in a deeply disconcerting way. She was starting to wonder if she would ever be able to successfully predict what or where you would go next. You were proving to be too satisfyingly tempting.

Standing there unmoved, eyes latched on yours refusing to show her falter, she took a deep silent breath and lowered her chin.

She knew this was the signing and sealing of a death contract the moment it left her lips.

"Alcina."

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/reader #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #lesbian #wlw #f/f #fanfic #fic #alcohol #drinking #slow burn #pining

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