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blue-jisungs · 5 months

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wounds

author's note. let’s gaur another zoro piece ☝️

++ i stated it before, i’ll say it again: i never watched the og opla! i think there was a medic? but yns is a medic here so i just hope like,, it makes sense? also if some characters are ooc, i’m sorry!! i’m still slowly learning about them hehe

summary. zoro realised his feelings for you through unfortunate events, whereas you come to a conclusion that his actions speak louder than words

word count. 3k-ish

warnings. oh boy. violence, swearing, blood, a guy throws a weird comment or two at reader, reader gets called bitch :( , m*n, medical stuff but nothing too crazy since i’m not a professional, daggers (stabbing), yn being kinda an idiot for trusting strangers, brief mention of drugs ++ pls lmk if i missed anything 🙏

zoro stole a glance at you, the soft rocking of the ship causing some bottles with strangely-looking fluids to move around your desk. luffy grinned and patted you on your back, causing a small smile to bloom on your lips.

“so, we’re arriving in a moment. let’s get the meds we need and have some free time! How does that sound?” he asked with enthusiasm.

“and i’ll buy some fresh ingredients. i would lose my mind if i had to work with almost-rotten vegetables for even a day longer…” sanji grunted, causing zoro to roll his eyes “is our medic craving something special?”

“hmm, maybe… what about a sweet pudding? i haven’t eaten one in a while” you hummed. luffy’s eyes shone with excitement. sanji winked, drawing a disgusted face from the green-haired man.

“your wish is my command. and you, mosshead, should respect this lady more. she’s really saving our asses” the blond haired man commented.

the truth was, it was mostly sanji or usopp who you were saving. while zoro made it safe and sound out of his fights, so did luffy and nami. usopp, well, he was more on the clumsy side, while sanji occasionally had some wounds when he accidentally cut or burned himself while cooking. after almost losing zoro, the crew knew that a medic would be a useful addition to the crew… and just one day luffy found you on your island, working as a volunteer in a local health care centre. and persuaded you into joining them. (a certain tall, green-haired man also had an influence on your choice).

“we arrived!” usopp suddenly bursted into the room. you grabbed your bag and looked around the room.

“does anyone want to go with me?” you asked.

“to buy meds and smell herbs? i’d rather take a nap” zoro mumbled and lazily left the room, secretly hoping sanji would turn down your offer too.

“i’ll go with sanji! maybe they’ll have some local food to offer…” luffy hummed. you nodded and then all three of you left going merry.

usopp left later, causing nami and zoro to be the only ones left.

as you strolled around the cozy city, you took in the sight of people and the sound of the rustle. living on a ship can get quite lonely sometimes, so you enjoyed the chaos of the town. even though zoro kept you company most of the time. he’d just… come into your room and watch you brew tea for sanji or study your medical books. you both enjoyed such closeness, even if not a word was said. sure, you had conversations too - and you were surprised to realise how funny zoro is. you couldn’t lie, you were aware that you have a crush on him. zoro though, seemed uninterested. like now, just saying that he’ll pass. his answer made you a little disappointed - besides buying new meds, you were hoping for some time alone with zoro.

“well, he’s the one missing out” you mumbled t6o yourself and shook your head as if to get the swordsman off your mind.

suddenly, you smelled a delicious aroma of fresh bread. walking closer to one of the shops, you realised it’s a bakery. maybe you’ll grab a snack and ask if there’s any herbalists around…? sounds like an idea.

when you disappeared inside the local, someone smiled mischievously and backed away to return to his boss.

“... herbs?” the man repeated, thinking out loud. he didn’t look like a regular bakery employee but you ignored that. he was selling delicious chocolate buns! “down the road. there’s a pharmacy but we do have a local herb seller, he wanders in the woods often. after i’m done with my shift, i can lead you to him”

“oh, that would be great! i’ll go to the pharmacy then and be back!” you hummed, smiling. what a nice guy!

you spent way more time in the pharmacy than you intended to: the lady working there was really lovely and professional, the products she was selling were top quality. you chatted about meds and certain ingredients, shared recipes. and when you mentioned that you use some herbs to make teas, she seemed intrigued so you explained to her the purpose.

in the end, you left with two more bags than you planned to. while returning to the bakery, the sun started to set; sky was painted in deep oranges with purple strokes, announcing the farewell of the bright day.

“sorry i was late…” you started and saw the guy get up immediately. he had a slight frown on his face.

“no worries. let’s go” he mumbled and grabbed your wrist, urging you to leave. you stiffened and your jaw clenched but you followed him, too curious about the herbs to let an alarm ring in your head.

“why does he wander in the woods?” you asked quietly, observing how people closed their stalls and shops in hurry before it gets completely dark.

“dunno. he’s just a weirdo. probably there’s a lot of wild plants there” he huffed. nodding to yourself, you gulped. good thing he’s accompanying you, it wouldn’t be too safe to walk around the woods alone, at night.

after what felt like hours, you realised you left the city far behind. the sky was decorated with blinking stars, open navy sky embracing you.

“i… is it far away?” you mumbled, stopping in your tracks. he turned around, the darkness surrounding you didn’t allow to read his facial expression.

“five more minutes, i promise” he said… his voice more calm now.

“o-okay. i need to go soon, so we better be quick” a quiet murmur left your mouth. you started to regret not urging zoro to go with you.

the man was right; you soon enough found yourself in the middle of woods.

“so… um, where’s the guy?” you asked, looking around. your hands started to hurt from the bags you had to carry. besides, there was a rumbling in your stomach.

“he’ll show up in a second, trust me. so, what did you buy in the pharmacy?” he asked.

luffy entered the ship, humming something underneath his breath, with sanji carrying a bag. usopp looked at them curious.

“so, what didya buy?” he asked, almost jumping out of his seat “what are we having for dinner?”

“something fancy, for sure. i still need to think about it. we’re having a pudding for dessert though because y/n wanted it… speaking of which, is she in her room? i forgot to ask if she wanted a vanilla or a chocolate one”

“what?” zoro asked, stopping in his tracks, swords halting mid-air. the guys looked at each other.

“what ‘what?’? we thought she was back already” luffy blinked slowly and noticed nami approach.

“she didn’t, i thought she joined you” usopp stuttered and shifted his gaze to zoro “didn’t you leave at some point too?”

“yeah, to look around? but there was nothing interesting to do so i came back and took a nap…?” he mumbled.

“you did not just let y/n wander around here” nami said, fear in her voice.

“well, apparently, we did” luffy gasped “why?”

“this city is like, known for being totally not-women safe. especially after dark! that’s why i didn’t want to go there, luffy” she hissed “and why i didn’t leave the ship! god! y/n can’t even f–”

“she’ll be okay, she can fight–” usopp started.

“fight” nami finished.

“y/n can’t fight…?” zoro’s heart skipped a beat.

“there’s no time to explain. we should go look for her, idiots!” nami grunted. zoro, full of regret and worry, followed her. he wasn’t sure why he got so scared why nami said that but all he knew for now is that he had to find you.

you didn’t even realise when that happened. a group of muscular and tattooed men appeared from nowhere, not looking like herb enthusiasts at all.

“so this is the pretty lady, huh?” one of them stepped out. he was bald and definitely scary-looking “you have something we want… but before i take it, tell me. is this your first time here?”

you nodded weakly when he approached you.

“and it will be her last!” one of them snickered, drawing laughs from the rest.

“aren’t you a cute little thing, trusting strangers in a city you’ve never been to… ah” he laughed and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes “why did you buy poppy seeds?”

“t-to make medicine…” you stuttered. you noticed the one from bakery standing behind the bald one’s back.

“medicine! ha! you’re pretty funny! you know what we make here out of poppy seeds?” he hummed, leaning in way too close to your liking. you could smell his nasty breath, your hands going limp. you dropped the bags, its content spilling around your legs “drugs”

you gulped and tried to move back but he yanked you by your wrist. this action caused you to bump into his chest.

“so, we’ll take them. and the other goodies you bought, too. and then… we’ll take you!” he laughed.

shaking your head, you pushed him away and tried to run away.

you failed, a sharp yank of your shirt causing you to trip and fall on the ground.

“by take i mean two things” the bald man chuckled and kneeled down, looking for the poppy seeds amongst the scattered products.

you tried to crawl away when he did so, heart thumping against your ribcage. if only you could fight… you wouldn’t be so scared and-

“where do you think are you going?” he growled and pulled you back by your leg. your head hit the ground, a unpleasant tinnitus-alike sound overtaking your ears.

“leave me alone!” you yelled out. the man must have said or do something that caused two other guys to grab your hands and tie them.

“only after i’m done with you!” he grunted and suddenly you felt his weight over you, caging you between the ground. starting to squirm around and kick, you were yelling your throat out; tears starting to spill from your eyes. “shut up, bitch!”

then you felt it. a sudden, stinging pain spreading in the left side of your face.

he just hit you.

the impact was so strong that you immediately felt the blood trickle from your nose.

“i’d hate to kill you because after we’re done, we’d sell you… but if you keep squirming…” he grunted and leaned in. he put a hand on your hair and stroked it gently. he leaned to your ear and licked your earlobe before adding: “then i’ll have to slit your throat”

you hoped that the scream you just left out was hearable from afar.

“get off her right now or its your throat that’s going to be slit first”

you gasped, trying to look for the source of the voice: zoro. zoro is here. or are you dreaming?

“and who the fuck are you?” the bald man said and laughed, his hand landing on your neck “i’ll do whatever i want”

his fingers tightened the grip on your neck. he was either lucky or skilled enough to know which places to squeeze because you felt your flow of oxygen being cut off.

“says who?” zoro huffed and with one swift move yankled the man by his shirt and got him off you. taking a deep breathe in, your vision went blurry - it was either the tears or the result of sitting up too fast.

“you’re a real piece of shit to attack girls, huh” zoro grunted and after effortlessly defeating another one of the bald man’s minions. the swordsman wanted to destroy the others, let them suffer and die in pain. normally, he’d take his time.

but it was about you. which made it even worse – he wanted to kill them slowly, one by one… demolish to the ground because they hurt you. then again, he wanted to make it quick so he can check if you’re alright as fast as possible.

and just when only the boss was left, he heard your scream. one that was full of pure pain.

turning his head back, but not losing focus from the guy, he saw one of them stand above you. he must have slipped away when he was busy with the bald guy but…

then he saw it, shining in the moonlight.

the dagger’s blade shun with silver tints, stuck in your ribcage.

zoro didn’t hold back. it took one swift move to throw one of his swords right between the attacker’s eyes and one precise move to synchronise both of his hands, cutting the bald’s man body in half.

then he ran up to you, grabbing you in his arms gently. your face looked pale, whether it was the moonlight or just the color draining off your face.

“don’t take this out” you grunted, moving your hand to his arm “and… take the meds…”

“fuck the meds, you’re bleeding” for the first time in ages zoro felt helpless. and disappointment in himself. you tried to scoff, the action bringing more pain to your body than you predicted

“don’t… the meds are just as important” your voice went quieter and quieter; zoro noticed that you struggled to keep your eyes open. which was, he assumed, a bad sign.

“don’t pass out on me, okay? keep it together, doctor” the green haired man breathed out and in one swift move he carried you in a bridal style. someone from the crew was supposed to arrive here too, if he passes them by he’ll just say that they need to take the meds.

zoro felt your body going limp in his arms, his heart dropping. running for his (and your) life, careful enough not to hurt you, he felt the strange heavy sensation in his chest.

for the next two days, a sinking feeling of guilt in zoro’s stomach wouldn’t go away. you were unconscious, the atmosphere on the going merry was tense.

“we didn’t know she can’t fight. if we did, we’d obviously accompany her” sanji grunted, hands never stoping mixing whatever he was mixing.

“why y/n never told us?” luffy sighed, voice small. as a captain, he felt disappointed he wasn’t able to protect you. on the other hand, he was glad you’re here now. nami bit her lip and looked at zoro.

“she didn’t want to seem weak” the orange-haired girl explained “i promised her i’ll teach her some basic moves but… we never…”

usopp entered the room, he was just talking to your unconscious state. well, more like to himself but–

“the doctor said she’ll be okay, right?” he asked, sitting next to zoro.

they figured that if you got medication somehow, there must be someone who knows at least has basic medical knowledge. in no time usopp came back with a pharmacist that talked to you – the lady was really saddened by your wounds too.

she scolded them for letting you go on your own (as if zoro haven’t already made a mental promise to himself to never do that again) and then proceeded to take care of you, telling them to change the bandages and apply some meds.

zoro left the dining space and slowly padded to the captain’s room. they figured that i’d only be safer if you stayed in a more stable position (rather than a hammock) for the time being.

entering the room, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing you… sitting at the edge of the mattress, changing your own bandage. sweat was dripping down your forehead, face pale.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked calmly, stepping closer to you. your eyes widened, meeting his.

“hi” you breathed out, shaky fingers halting.

“hi” zoro replied softly and then suddenly placed his hands on your arms, gently pushing you to sit against the wall.

then he grabbed the old bandage and threw it away. he desinfected his hands with a special liquid and grabbed new bandage.

“how long have you been up?” he asked, looking at the wound. it still needed some healing but it wasn’t open and bleeding anymore.

“dunno, moments from usopp’s leave. how… how long i’ve been asleep though?” you asked wearily and pointed at a cream on the nightstand “apply this first, then the bandage”

“two days” zoro replied, grabbing the container with a herbal smell. he was trying to find a good way to word out his worries, but (as usual) they came out harsher than he intended “why didn’t you tell us you can’t fight?”

a heavy sigh left your mouth, which caused a glimpse of pain run through your face.

“i just didn’t want to be a burden” you mumbled. the man noted the slight difference of what you said and what nami said your reasoning was.

zoro’s calloused yet tender fingers applied the cooling substance on your wound. you hissed due to the sting, your hand flying to grab his free one.

“you’re not weak nor a burden” he said, letting you squeeze his hand; he didn’t mind and found it quite… warming “i will teach you”

you smiled. he didn’t offer, he didn’t insist. he stated that.

“thank you. and i’m sorry for scaring you all like that” a whisper left your lips, watching as zoro started to put the bandage now. you leaned a bit closer so he could wrap it around your back, causing your breath to hit his neck. zoro tried to stay focused, the sudden realisation of how close you were making him hyper-aware.

“you scared some of us to death” he answered suddenly “next time just… don’t be such an idiot. if it weren’t for me…”

“humble as always” you snickered and watched him finish bandaging you.

“i…” the green-haired man hesitated. for a moment your eyes met and you saw it in the mirror of his ebony irises: i’m sorry. i was worried. so fucking scared and angry, feeling guilty and terrified. he smiled gently “just don’t do this again, m’kay?”

“i’ll try. and… thank you for saving me” you returned his smile.

you stayed like that for a moment, your hand still on his. too afraid to move, to speak out – yet the silence was speaking volumes.

roronoa zoro cared for you.

he just didn’t know how to say it out loud yet.

but just like wounds, he needed some time. and you were - oh so - willing to give him it.

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itsabouttimex2 · 6 months

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Would this platonic yandere let you leave?

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DBK and PIF simply don’t see any reason to let you leave. If you want something, they can just have a bull mech get it for you. Besides, why would you want to go anywhere? You have your adoring and powerful parents right beside you. There’s no need to leave their side.

Chang’e might seem poorly placed, but she lives on the moon. It’s not that she wants to keep you locked away or isolated, but she genuinely cannot let you go anywhere. Hers is out of necessity, not choice. To be fair, you get to explore the whole moon and can even visit her factories, you aren’t locked in a tiny room or anything.

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Wukong, as long as you have some kind of fighting skill, will let you venture into the city of Megapolis. He’ll fly you there on his cloud and “drop you off” before using the 72 Transformations to follow close behind you, ensuring that no dangers draw near. If you catch him, he’ll very unconvincingly write it off. “Stalking you? Pshaaaw! Naw, what gave you that idea? I just came here to, uh, buy some stuff!”

Macaque will tail you from the shadows. There’s not much to say. He’ll drag you into the darkness with him if he senses any danger, and chuckle when you get angry about being followed. Expect something like: “I’m just looking out for you, kid. You should be grateful, really.”

Huntsman takes pride in his fighting, tracking, and hunting skills, and following after you is just a non-lethal combo of the last two. His ego swells with each step he takes, just out of your sight. And if anyone tries to hurt you… those skills will go back to being lethal very quickly.

Peng will watch you from the skies, keeping a close eye out for you, ensuring that you both keep out of trouble and behave appropriately. If the need arises, they’ll swoop down and interfere. Most likely, it’s to ward away a troublemaker. Though, they’ll be very proud if you defend yourself. Their little nestling, growing up too fast.

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MK wants to go where you go! If it’s somewhere loud and exciting, all the better! Even if you intend to head somewhere less his style, like a library, he’ll still hook his arm around yours and follow you along. (He’ll enjoy that trip a lot more if you read out loud to him.) Don’t think you can just up and ditch him, either. He’ll use his Gold Vision to pinpoint your location immediately, and race off to join up with you again. From there on, he’ll make sure to keep a tight grip on you, ensuring that you won’t get “lost” again.

Azure Lion fancies himself your defender and guardian, and hates the thought of you being unhappy nearly as much as he hates the thought of you getting hurt. He tries to be reasonable and fair with you, which includes letting you leave whatever serves as your shared dwellings. Only when he’s beside you, of course. He trusts himself to strike down any threat to your well-being, and has the power to follow through on that promise.

Ne Zha has lived through many fights and battles, and understands that danger can come from even the most unsuspecting of places. With this in mind, he’ll accompany you to wherever you wish to go, surveying the surrounding area as he walks with you. And he will be bringing his spear. He’d honestly rather not use it, but he’s playing it safe. Woe to any security guard who tries to separate it from him.

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Mei canonically has trackers on all her friends. This is not something she sees as a breach of privacy or overstep of personal boundaries. It’s just something everyone wrote off when they learned about it. So if anyone finds out or you try to tell one of your friends, they’ll probably just shrug it off as “classic Mei” and move on with their day.

Red Son is not a fool, thank you very much! He knows that tailing you everywhere you go will only upset and drive you away (he learned that the hard way), and that he can only tag along so many times before it gets suspicious that he always shows up right when you’re about to do something or go somewhere (learned that the hard way too). So he decides to slap a tracker onto your phone and call it a day, like there’s nothing wrong with that. Since the tracker isn’t discreet at all, you’ll pop it off and throw it away. Expect him to get start getting creative after that. (He just goes to ask Mei for help.)

Syntax is a practical and rational man. He knows that stuffing you away inside will only breed resentment, but that letting you roam freely runs the risk of you escaping from his grasp. Wiring a tracker to the inside of your phone solves both problems. He’ll also hack into the camera so he’ll always be able to see what you’re doing. You’re granted free reign to wander and explore as you please (within the bounds of the city) all while under his careful surveillance.

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Pigsy just wants you to be responsible, really. As the de-facto father figure in your life (in his own eyes), he needs you to be honest and forth-coming with him, please. If you just tell him the specifics of your outings, he won’t argue or complain, and it saves you one hell of a lecture. He might try to warn you away from something or someone he personally thinks of as shady or dubious, and if you don’t listen, he’ll tag along personally. If he’s too busy for that, expect him to send MK with you instead. And MK will spill each and every detail when asked, so you’d best not do anything reckless or dangerous.

Sandy is a kind man, even with obsession plaguing his heart. He wants the best for you, with every fiber of his being. The absolute worst this man would ever do is grind a few sleeping pills into your tea. Genuinely, he would go no further. He wouldn’t dream of disrespecting your personal autonomy. He just asks you very sweetly to let him know what you’ll be doing. If you get tired or upset or hungry, call him! He’ll come pick you up! Stay safe and text him when you get there! He’ll always look out for you. No matter what.

Tang isn’t really the sort to brute force his way through life. He’ll gently nudge and pester you into maybe downloading a location-tracing app, even offering to get it for himself as well. “It’s the only thing that can put my fragile heart as ease”, he’ll tell you, dramatically holding a hand to his hand as he sighs. He’ll wear away at your resolve until you finally buckle and download the damn thing. To be fair to you, he’ll also download it and see if he can’t get a few of the others to do the same. It’ll be less suspicious if he phrased it as “we all do dangerous things very frequently, and should be looking out for each other”.

Yellowtusk is a rational and composed man. If you act maturely and responsibly, he’ll lighten up on certain restrictions he has set in place for you. If you’re headed somewhere new he’ll come with you to make sure you don’t get lost, though. Being rational doesn’t make he doesn’t worry, after all.

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Tang Sanzang despises the idea of restricting your freedoms, and wouldn’t dare disrespect you by saying that you aren’t capable of caring for yourself. He’ll happily see you off for the day, and then take a few minutes to pray for you and your safety. Be wary, though- if you aren’t back by the end of the day, he’ll gather up his fellow pilgrims and set out to find you. Getting away from him is easy enough. Getting away from the demons that loyally follow him, who are happy to drag you right back to his side? There’s just no chance.

Ao Lie probably sits in front of the door and waits for you to get back haphazardly packs you a bag of supplies to take with you, even if you’ll only be going to a nearby merchant’s store. He’ll be sure to tell you that “It’s only a days worth, you know! So be sure to come back soon, please!” He, much like the monk who rides on his back, genuinely trusts and respects you. He isn’t going to follow you from afar, or browbeat you into bringing him along. He’ll just wait. And wait. And he’ll keep waiting until night falls, at which point he’ll inform Tang Sanzang that he’s going out to look for you, to make sure that you’ll be okay. Once again, all the pilgrims will come to look for you, realizing that he’s actually pretty worried.

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qstea · 1 year

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: oaoaoao it's 🌷 again,, sry if I request too much I'm having brainrots !! can I request ink, dream, error and nightmare w/ an s/o that designs clothes now and then to entertain themselves ?? tyy <44

✦ - Ink!Sans

| - OMG no way…

| - He loves designing clothes as well! Mostly through painting them onto others and making new outfits out of his ink for other people! So he finds that you design clothes and he’s fucking ECSTATIC. hopping up and down and begging to see your designs.

| - literally won’t stop pestering you until you 1. get distracted which leads to Ink stealing your little sketched designs and squealing loudly as he stares down at them with a happy expression or 2. he pokes you so much that you just give up hiding your designs or 3. show him as soon as he starts to get annoying.

| - definitely going to want to help you with designs. He’s very creative and he comes up with cool outfits all the time, so he’s hoping you’ll let him.

✦ - Dream!Sans

| - oh. Neat.

| - Dream doesn’t really know how to design clothes, and his outfit was just kind of made up out of the blue with what he had on him at the moment. Wouldn’t mind taking a look at what you made and maybe even offering some tips and tricks all while complimenting your work.

| - He thinks you’re very talented for designing stuff like that, so he speaks highly of your work and the amount of positivity radiating off of you when you listen to his praises or just sketching away is just *mwah* he’s so in love with it.

| - tbh Dream thinks it’s so wholesome that you do it just to entertain yourself. what other things do you do to entertain yourself? can you automatically learn and adapt from then on and get an even more vast set of talents and skills? he’s so interested in you it’s kind of crazy.

✦ - Error!Sans

| - honestly I think they just started loving you even more.

| - they just watch you working on your newest design and they are just so entranced by your designing skills. they’re definitely going to just awkwardly look over your shoulder when you aren’t paying attention or sneak glances over to you direction to see how much progress you made.

| - when you’re done designing and quenched your boredom, they immediately go over to take your designs and make them into actual clothes. this is the exact reason they were so happy to see you enjoying clothing design.

| - if you end up making any clothing blueprints and concepts for them, they may actually fucking explode. Will no doubt make the concepts into a real piece of clothing and may end up wearing it as their usual clothes. would love to see your reaction to seeing all your creations come to life.

✦ - Nightmare!Sans

| - Huh? Oh, okay.

| - Doesn’t really care all that much, they’ll check out your design planning and give a few recommendations to improve it, then move along their day. Totally fine with it, actually makes them a bit confused yet curious on how you do it.

| - May ask questions here and there just to satisfy their curiosity. Besides that, go enjoy yourself, I guess.

#✦ - teaskaa’s works #✦ - 🌷 anon #undertale x reader #underverse x reader #undertale au x reader #ink sans x reader #dream sans x reader #error sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #✦ a/n; never apologize for requesting too much!! ur brainrots are fun to write :3

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 1 month

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Finally finished the outline of Daughter of the Rain and Snow and I know exactly how the ending is going down almost pretty much (details are blurry, but plot and character arcs are completely outlined and ready to write instead of just bullet points or vague ideas) so out of interest (won’t necessarily stick to it 100% but would still like to know) what would anyone like to see next if you would like to continue reading my stuff?

Explanations below cut

Sequel

I have every intention to write this one, I have characters but thus far not a main plot more of just the premise. Would follow Ahra, Evan, Yara, maybe Vix, and maybe Lilia as our young Dregs and start around when Kaz and Inej left for Ravka since the Dregs was kinda on the verge of collapse whoops. Can’t go into too much detail or they’ll be spoilers for the current fic but there’d be the opportunity for some Aimee and Kiada, and Kanej would still be present but they might not be in focus (again, can’t explain too much or they’ll be spoilers). There might even be some Fiona or some Maya stuff who knows

I really want to write this bc I really want to write Ahra’s story so it’ll probably end up coming around at some point but I realise it might not be the most interesting to y’all when it’s mostly ocs so yeah

Feliks had been more than lenient with Ahra. He’d been the only person who ever gave her a real job - playing her violin in the reception of the White Rose - and when things had predictably gone haywire he’d been good enough to only turn her away, not Evan too. Ahra hadn’t much cared for the job, she loved her violin but she did not enjoy watching the Rose’s clients come and go and she certainly hadn’t cared for having her skin paled and her hair Tailored white for such purposes, but it was easy money and enough to keep them ticking over as all of Evan’s funds petered away on overpriced little medicine bottles. She studied the thin stack of kruge in her hand, thinking of Kaz standing opposite her in the alley by the Slat.

“I don’t need your charity, Brekker,”

“And far be it from me to offer you any,”

Not charity, but she didn’t doubt Dirtyhands had his own purposes in paying her for a job she failed to finish. Still, cash was cash. And medicine was medicine. She tucked it back into her breast pocket and tapped it lightly, slipping round the corner and pulling a bone light from her jacket.

What Evan didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Helnik

This was an idea I had a looooong time ago and I shared a little snippet scene on here, but then I started writing Daughter of the Rain and Snow and never looked back. I really want to write this one I think it could be pretty cool, it would be relatively short set in between Crooked Kingdom and King of Scars and take place in Ravka; based on a headcanon I have about Nina learning how to use her new power and as a result of it experiencing hallucinations of Matthias being with her that she is fully convinced are real. Following Nina, Zoya, and Genya as they try to navigate this and worry that they shouldn’t let Nina got to Fjerda in this state.

“What time is it?” she mumbled into the cushions.

“A little after seven bells,”

“Saints, how disgusting,”

Nina sighed, in a mixture of content and tiredness. The luxury of the Little Palace was a mostly welcome change from crawling in next to Matthias in the tomb at Black Veil - or even of the hotel room at the Geldrenner. They’d shared a sofa, so close to each other; limbs entangled, chest against her back so she could feel his heart beating. A steady rhythm, no matter what he was feeling. The big bed here was more comfortable, but the closeness felt like an aching absence, as though the few feet between them spanned for miles. She reached out behind her and found something soft that she decided was his arm.

“Come closer,” she whispered, and she imagined the way he’d smile.

He would press her fingers to his lips and she would roll over to face him. She’d reach out and touch his cheek, and he would catch her hands in his.

“Witch,”

“Barbarian,”

“Little Red Bird,” he would say, just before his lips met hers

The sunlight would be warm and soft on their skin as they moved closer, as she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers.

But he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t come closer, or kissed her fingers, or brushed his lips against hers. He had not gently pushed her hand down towards his wrist so their fingers could intertwine.

“Matthias?”

Nina made the mistake of rolling over, and began to scream.

Wesper

There’s a line in Crooked Kingdom where Jesper says if Van Eck really couldn’t cope with Wylan not being able to read he could have told people he was blind, the point being that still would’ve been wrong but that everything he’d resorted to was unnecessary and Wylan shouldn’t feel like it was his fault. So this would be an au where Van Eck did exactly that and Wesper attend Ketterdam university together; Wylan grapples with his father being the worst and falling for Jesper as he fears telling him the truth, Jesper grapples with addiction and wanting to stay at university partly for the sake of falling for Wylan.

Jesper leaned in, pushing one of Wylan’s curls back off his face.

“It’s pity you can’t see how beautiful your eyes are,”

Wylan blushed, letting Jesper run his hand over his cheek and tilt his face up towards his own. Jesper leaned forward but then Wylan squirmed, just slightly, and Jesper tensed as he pulled his hand away.

“And me, of course,” he added, letting his voice take on a teasing lilt to brush past the moment, “It’s a shame you don’t know how gorgeous I am,”

Wylan almost smiled, but he had stepped away.

“I- erm,” he brushed his fingers through the lock of hair Jesper had moved and cleared his throat, “Excuse me,”

And then he was gone.

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— long distance relationship! —

Synopsis: long distance relationship with them!

Warnings: not proofread

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: high school (kinda?)/ modern au!aether, xiao, Heizou, and albedo

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: “I’m totally gonna get back into the swing of answering requests! *doesn’t post for five days*

— Aether —

Always FaceTimes you when he’s by himself. Like pretty much no matter what he’s always trying to FaceTime. He’s walking home from school alone cause lumine is staying late? You get a text asking to FaceTime. He wants to go to the bakery in town for some breakfast? He’s gonna wake you up (depending on time zones lol) and he’s gonna ask if you wanna FaceTime.

The type to make/ buy you something and send it to you in the mail. He loves making things for people, and he especially enjoys making things for you! It’s always so exciting seeing you open your gift over FaceTime and watching your face light up at seeing a cute little knitted stuffed animal (aether knows how to knit because I said so. (And because he learned from thoma)).

He probably gets made fun of a lot by lumine. They’ll be teasing each other and aether will say something about how she’s single and she’ll just “yeah well your s/o lives in another country. Loser.”

Aether tries to visit you a lot and for long periods of time. And when he does visit… he’s so clingy. I mean either way long distance, or not, I think he’d be a very clingy partner, and very physically, and verbally affectionate. But now cause you’re long distance? Haha best of luck to ya.

Wants to do like everything that he can with you when he visits you. Like who cares if the city that has the most stuff to do is an hour a way, you’ve got a whole month! And he wants to spend that month of time very very wisely with you.

Takes pictures of everything you do together when you see each other. Even the simple things like cuddling together. They’re all very good wallpaper material too :)

Aether is like… the most polite human being on this planet, and so your parents love him. Like actually. He’s so respectful, and sweet, and thanks your parents for everything. He’s also coincidentally allowed to move in so, uhm-

When he has to leave he’s so sad too! I mean ofc he is, he doesn’t wanna leave you! Promises like 30 times to visit as soon as possible, or makes you promise to visit him as soon as possible. Whichever works, cAUSE EITYER WAY YOURE SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN. He also looks at all the pictures he took of the two of you, while waiting for his plane, and he looks so sad just staring at his phone too :’)

— Xiao —

Xiao does the thing where it’s like “text me when you get home” it doesn’t matter that you literally live in another country, he will buy a plane ticket, go broke while doing so, and fly to whatever country you live in to make sure you’re okay.

Really likes talking about his day over call a lot, or hearing you do the same as you do homework, play video games, whatever. He just likes being on call/ FaceTiming when you’re doing something while you’re both taking.

Probably can only really sleep when he’s on call with you. It just helps him to be honest, especially after he just got back home from visiting you. If you two live on conflicting time zones though… :’)

First time he visits he’s so shy and anxious, doesn’t matter if you visited him first, he’s just very very nervous. Mostly because he’s in a new place that he’s not all that familiar with, but also because he’s with you in your room, in your space, and he’s nervous about like overstepping especially because if he makes you uncomfortable or upset, there’s really no where for him to go you know what I mean? Please just calm him down and tell him it’s fine :’)

Probably very nervous about talking to your parents too, so for the first couple of days he’s kinda just… awkward. Like he feels the situation is very very weird, because this stranger who claims to be dating their child just is like… here. For like a month. It’s not awkward xiao, that’s just you buddy.

If you have a pet him and your pet are like besties. Doesn’t matter what kind of pet you have, he’ll find a way to befriend it. Snake? First off, that’s super cool, secondly, your snake loves him. Cat? Your cat will regularly sleep on his lap. Bird? Bird and xiao are best friends, your bird no longer likes you, the bird loves xiao now.

I think when you visit him though it’s actually kinda funny. Zhongli will tell you all these things about xiao while he just sits there zoning the hell out.

Introduce him to your friends. Xiao isn’t much of a people person but for some reason he really wants to meet your friends. JWVSJD IMAGINE PICKING HIM UP FROM THE AIRPORT AND HES JUST LIKE “introduce me to your friends. Where are your friends. I want to meet them. Now.” He genuinely doesn’t know why he wants to meet them, he won’t talk much to them anyway, but like… it’s the thought of it you know you know.

When he goes back he is legit like clinging onto you. The three days before he has to go back home he’s just stuck to you. And then when he is back home he tries to like get things that remind him of you. Like a stuffed animal, keychain, or poster, something that he can bring with him a lot, or look at a fair amount and just think of you.

— Heizou —

So being in a long distance relationship with him is the funniest thing to ever exist. Because throughout the day like while he’s in class (bro you should be paying attention!!) he’ll send you the dumbest things. Doesn’t matter what, it could be a picture of himself from a unflattering angle, or some stupid joke the thought of, but it’s so amusing to read your responses.

Realllly likes reading books with you. Kinda like… a mini book club. Like you both read a book, and every week try to get to a specific chapter, and then talk about it every Sunday. It’s so stupid, because you alternate who gets to choose the books, and he chooses the worst ones!! Image the dumbest book with a weird philosophical undertone to it that you don’t understand, and that is 90% of the books Heizou chooses. He’s the worst.

Wait- but the video games you play together????? You have your own stardew world that you play a lot, and he gets so mad if you marry someone, that he’ll actively give them their least favorite gift as much as he can. Any game you play together is bound to be hilarious, stardew was just one example out of many.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED WHEN YOU PICK HIM UP FROM THE AIRPORT. If you’ve watched stranger things, remember when in season 4, they picked mike up from the airport and he looked like a whole circus with what he was wearing. Yeah that’s Heizou. You tell him he has to walk to your house, totally for other reasons though.

I think over call, or text, he’s very very flirty and confident but in person he’s very very clingy. Like he has to be holding onto you in some kind of way or this visit was horrible.

Like xiao he also wants to meet your friends but for different reasons. He wants to just clown on all of them (respectfully of course). Your friends also love him.

Instead of you dragging him places, he did his research ahead of time to prepare and know what he wants to do. He will make you take him to all the cool places he’s interested in! It potentially is a new experience for you too depending on where he takes you, but you know it’s fun either way!

Goes back home and is already planning for the next visit. Yeah he’s sad that he’s leaving, but he’s looking forward to the next visit already! (He also isn’t that sad cause he may have stolen one of your stuffed animals cause he knew he was gonna miss you <3)

— Albedo —

A lot of the time over face time he’ll paint you/ draw you. He uses so many different mediums too! Watercolors, charcoal, pastel, acrylic paint, ink, gouache, somehow even made a collage??? The list goes on! He just makes little ones, and they’re with all the other drawings/ paintings that he’s made of things that he finds beautiful <3

I think one of his favorite things is when you FaceTime him, and have him help you pick out your outfit for the day. It’s fun seeing you pose, and seeing all the mixing and matching of clothes. Also he’s the worst person to help you pick your outfit for the day, because he thinks you look stunning in everything.

Loves sending you pictures of things in his hometown, and I think wherever he lives it’s actually a beautiful place, so it’s always fun seeing to pictures he sent you. Plus he’s a phenomenal photographer so like… even better!

Once while you were FaceTiming he introduced you to klee and Alice and they were both just the sweetest and cutest people you’ve ever met! Alice was so so sweet, and klee was so excited to meet you, and told you all about dodoco.

Visiting you was so fun for him, obviously because he got to see you! But also because of the new environment. Albedo does very well in new places, and he’s curious about everything. Bring him to a museum, and he’ll literally ask you to marry him.

One of the things albedo was probably most excited about for his visit, was painting, and baking with you. He loves those domestic kinda activities that you can do together.

Literally if you live in a big city, do not leave him alone. Ever. He will find a hole in the wall store that he will spend hours in. Do not. Leave. Him alone. He will spend all his money at this one store, and he will not regret it BUT YOU WILL BECAUSE HE WOULD HAVE SPENT ALL HIS MONEY

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Hii I was wondering if you could write a Peter Hayse x Fem!Reader where the transfers are paired with a Dauntless-Born as a training exercise, and everyone wonders why the two get paired together and actually get along. bc she's like super sweet and not at all like Peter. But it turns out she's just as brutal and intense as he is, which is super scary but Peter is super into it - especially bc he doesn't have to fight against her, instead with her.

Ofc you don't have to write this! And you're stuff is amazing 🥰🥰

may not have seen top gun but i can still contribute to the miles teller obsession

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The initiates have been messing things up again, which might be why today is the way that it is. They’ve all been too loud, too easily distracted. Even Peter Hayes, the one person here who’s trying his hardest to end up on top, is at fault for this as well.

He can’t even help it, initiation just gets boring sometimes. He never thought he’d find himself saying such a thing, especially since their entrance into Dauntless started with them jumping off of a building, but it’s true. They’ve stuck with the same sort of training schedule for a couple of weeks now, and it’s making Peter lose his mind.

He’s not the only one losing it, either. All of the transfer initiates are rough at the seams by now, snapping at each other even more than Dauntless training demands. They’re acting out and causing problems, which is probably why Eric Coulter takes it into his head one day that if the trainees want a change, they’ll get one.

By now, Peter should have learned that Eric’s ideas are rarely fun for anyone who isn’t a training leader, but he still starts to perk up when the man mentions that they’ll be doing something different today. Peter’s good mood starts to flatten, however, when a door opens at the far side of the training complex and the Dauntless-born initiates walk in. This isn’t going to be a joyous afternoon, now, will it?

Eric’s devious grin deepens as if he can sense the desolation currently settling in around the room. Then again, Peter can see it in every other face as well. There’s one former Erudite a few paces away who looks like he’s choking back tears just from brainstorming all the ways that today could go wrong.

The training leader for the Dauntless-born reaches them, and Eric starts to address the room at large once more.

“Alright, then. We wanted to switch a few things up, keep you on your toes. Dauntless isn’t meant to be easy, nor routine, so you’d better learn to adapt quickly or you’ll end up somewhere you won’t enjoy half as much as here.”

That place is with the factionless, obviously. Threatening to kick the initiates out of Dauntless is one of Eric’s favorite gimmicks, and he never tires of tossing out the option just to see everyone’s stress level rise. Not Peter, though. He’s not going to let himself do anything but succeed here, no matter what it takes.

Eric allows himself a brief glance around the room, obviously treasuring the wave of nerves that’s just surfaced, then continues.

“We’ll be arranging fights between the transfers and the Dauntless-born, all based on your ranks. It’ll work like normal fights do, so get ready to head in the ring the second you hear your name called. Lauren and I will be watching the rounds, so if you want to do anything except drop behind in the rankings, I’d suggest you do your best to win.”

With that bright and cheery statement, Eric and the leader of the Dauntless-born, Lauren, start to announce the first round of fights. Peter considers the Dauntless-born warily, trying to pick out which opponents will be harder to crack than others.

They all look rough and hardened, but then again, appearances can be deceiving. Just because they were able to dye their hair at an earlier age than Peter doesn’t mean that he can’t kick their collective asses right here, right now.

Like a dream, Peter hears his name shouted from across the training hall, and just like that, his scheming time is over.

“Peter Hayes and… Y/N L/N!”

He scans the crowd hastily to figure out which one is Y/N, and spots her emerging from a pack of her friends. At first glance, she appears much like the others, but Peter starts to notice a confidence in the set of her shoulders, a sharp glare in her eyes much like his own. He can tell one truth even before they get into their initial fighting stances: this one is going to be hard.

Peter has no more moments left to ponder, however; they’ve jumped up into a fighting ring and it’s time to start. Surprisingly, both Eric and Lauren have stuck around to see how this match ends. If what Eric said is true, Y/N is likely at the same ranking as Peter, which means that they’re both near the top, if not at first place.

Yes, this is going to be difficult, but then again, what the hell here isn’t? Peter decides to let his nerves drive him on and he attacks first, which is usually a mistake, but he wants to see how Y/N will react. She responds as most of the higher level fighters do, by immediately sidestepping and aiming a new blow towards him, but she’ll be wrong if she thinks Peter will be fooled by one opening move.

He’s expecting this, of course, which is why his initial attack was a feint. He’s able to duck under her arm and counterattack by slamming his fist towards the side of her head, hoping to at least mess with her sense of balance if not strike her outright.

Peter has to admit it, Y/N’s good. Really good, actually. He gets it now why Eric and Lauren are still standing around, and why this fight is attracting a crowd of other initiates. Peter doesn’t think he’s faced a foe like this in his entire time at Dauntless, which is why even though he gets the feeling he isn’t going to win this one, he’s still having a good time.

That’s what Peter enjoys, anyway, a challenge. He doubts most of the other trainees here would agree with that, they probably all think he only transferred to Dauntless so he could kick babies or push people out of moving train cars. All in moderation, of course, but he’s mainly here so he can test his limits and the limits of those around him.

All this time, Peter has been hoping to find the final line drawn in the sand, the point at which he’ll fight his hardest and someone will finally push back hard enough to shock him. He wants an ending, terrible and cruel, he wants to find somebody who will go head to head with him and make him seriously doubt who will win. Peter didn’t expect to find this person in Y/N, but he’s not about to find a problem with it now.

In the end, they tie, which no one expects, least of all the training instructors still watching them. Peter and Y/N manage to put each other in simultaneous holds in which neither person can escape, and they struggle on the ground for a while before Lauren gives in and calls a stalemate. Peter can tell Eric wasn’t too pleased about that, the man would have gladly seen them keep fighting for hours until one of them finally gave in, but other fights need this ring too and so they’re allowed to leave.

Peter relaxes his grip at last, standing up slowly amid a chorus of pain from his knees and joints. He holds a hand out to Y/N, secretly using the time as an excuse to stare at her a little longer. Yeah, she’s cute. He’s not above noticing that, especially when she’s as cool as she is.

Y/N regards his outstretched hand with a raised eyebrow. “If you think I’m going to give you a chance to judo flip me again, you’re wrong.”

Peter grins, even as she stands up without laying another finger on him. “If I was going to flip you again, I wouldn’t need to fake you out with an offer for support. I’d just do it.”

Y/N scoffs, although Peter swears he can see the corners of her lips flicking up into a smile. “Yeah, right. I think you need all the help you can get. Otherwise, you would have actually won that fight.”

With that, she tosses him one last casual glance, a simple once over, and then she’s gone, jumping casually off of the raised platform and melding back into her group of Dauntless-born friends. Peter watches her go a second longer, then decides to risk his life a little more and follows her.

A brief thought flashes through his head that she may not actually want to see him, but just as Peter considers turning around, Y/N looks back at him and smiles, actually smiles this time.

“What,” she says, “haven’t had enough of me kicking your ass?”

Peter snickers before he can stop himself. “Yeah, there was a lot of ass kicking in the tie we had. We were dead even, remember?”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “That’s just because Lauren felt pity for you. She knows what it’s like for me to constantly beat people up, and she wanted to save your ego. Eric too, obviously, because us Dauntless-born are way better than his group.”

Peter arches a brow. “Way better? Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“Not ridiculous,” she proclaims, “just honest. You’re the former Candor, aren’t you? You know I’m telling the truth.”

Peter is about to object to this when a better comeback occurs to him. “How’d you know I was a former Candor? I haven’t seen a Dauntless-born since we got here on that train.”

Y/N nods. “Yeah, and I saw you on that train. Don’t read too much into it.”

Peter smirks. “Well, I’m glad that you remembered me so well. I’ve clearly made an excellent impression on you.”

Y/N gives him an irritated look, but she can’t hold it for long, too busy trying unsuccessfully to hide another smile. They end up talking for a while after that, so much so that Peter’s allies over in the transfers confront him about it later that night. They all seem stunned that Peter, known the world over for being as cruel as he is strong, would spend time with Y/N, who only seems brutal in the ring.

After casually observing her at dinner, Peter realizes that it’s true. She laughs and jokes with her friends, tossing out smiles like she were Amity instead of Dauntless. It’s only when she starts a fight that something in her personality switches, and suddenly she’s just as tough as Peter himself.

When he tries to voice that to his friends, though, all Peter manages to say is that she’s a good fighter. They don’t seem convinced, so he supposes it’s a good thing that the Dauntless-born are there again in their training room the next day. This time, Peter doesn’t have to fight her in the first round, so he gets to sit back and watch her take on another one of the transfers.

Peter takes up a place near her ring, his friends beside him. He jerks his chin up at Y/N just as she gets into her opening stance.

“See, watch her and you’ll know what I mean. Trust me, she’s pretty intense.”

His friends are doubtful in the beginning, but once Y/N takes out the second highest ranked transfer within the span of about thirty seconds, they’re convinced fairly quickly. There’s a look in her eyes when she stands up, a brutal sort of stare that only matches the blood on her knuckles. The guy at her feet is so unconscious Peter feels the need to check and see if he’s still breathing, but he can’t seem to spare a second glance towards anyone who isn’t Y/N.

Y/N heads out of the fighting ring, as it’s pretty obvious that she’s won by a long shot. Peter watches her weave through the crowds of trainees towards the door, but she turns her head to look him in the eyes before disappearing out into the hall. It’s a quiet invitation, but all that Peter needs to convince himself to follow her once more.

The corridors of the Dauntless complex are cool and quiet as compared to the restless heat of the training room. It’s a balm against Peter’s skin, slowing him down even as his footsteps pick up. He finds Y/N within a few moments of walking, just around the corner, leaning casually against a wall as if she has been waiting her whole life for him to show up. He wishes it could be true, of course, that she could feel something half as strong as the pulse-racing stranger currently taking up residence in his chest.

“So,” she asks, casual as ever, “what did you think? Did I make my fellow Dauntless-born proud?”

Peter tries to match her attitude, as cool as he can manage. “I’d say so. I think you could have done it a little faster, though. I mean, you were in that ring for almost a minute. That’s way too long.”

Y/N chuckles. “I’ll try to do better next time.”

Peter’s lips twitch up in spite of himself. He casually walks closer, praying that he isn’t misreading this, praying that she wants this even half as much as he does.

“I don’t know,” he says, “I think your next fight is against me, and I doubt it’ll be that easy.”

“So do I,” she whispers, but whatever she was going to say next is lost to the silence of the halls because Peter can hold back no longer and he’s kissing her.

She startles for a second, then kisses him back just as hard. That’s how it is to be with her, he supposes, quiet and cruel, calm and as fiery as an inferno. He’s never met someone as mad as him, and he adores it. It’s a good thing, then, that they have all the time in the world to explore that feeling. Peter certainly intends on testing the limits once more.

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Honestly the process of getting tattoos has always made me feel kind of icky, and I hate the thought of being filmed or having my body modified without my consent, so I was bracing myself for things to get *much worse* for all of episode 2. It never quite hit the crescendo for me, and honestly I’m kind of relieved about that, but I still enjoyed the video chat. The eye-vagueing in episode 1 was also pretty rough.

‘The Magnus Protocol’ is off to a pretty firmly body horror stance and, as much as I liked the dream-logic stuff of season 5, it’s good to have some good old fashioned grounded gore again.

The new theme song is also just so? *Menacing*? I love the ‘wub-wub-wub’ noise, it’s like ominous dubstep.

Not sure about the cast yet. Collin and Gwen seem pretty interesting (praying for brutal pipe murder 2: job advancement boogaloo), Lena’s okay, Sam’s alright I’ll probably like them more when we learn more about them, and Alice is…ehhhhh??? They can be funny sometimes but some of their jokes just land kind of flat and i don’t know if that’s intentional or not. Also *a lot* of them sound very similar to me so it’s kind of hard to tell who’s talking sometimes but I imagine I’ll adjust.

The entities are definitely around: meeting a bunch of new avatars and hearing their statements was always one of my favourite parts of tma. I just love hearing someone describing their relationship to a concept as vast and complex as fear and all the ways their psychology attracts them to a specific one. I always found them very compellingly written, you kind of almost wanted to get in on it too whenever you heard them. They all made their own macabre kind of sense. We’ve already met one in Ink5oul I think, and I can’t think of a better horror to begin with than an obnoxious Instagram personality with a number in their name.

As a big fan of ‘Control’ and weird categorisation systems in general I’m really liking the index the office has. I wonder what hyper-specific terms they’ll pull out. Personally I hope they’ve got one for the ‘fear of being watched by a duck - trauma’. The different mediums being explored using statements are also great. The mounting dread and suspense the repetition of names and times during the chat post one created was fantastic.

All this said, I really hope Norris and Chester aren’t just Martin and Jon stuffed into a Windows 19. Not because it wouldn’t be funny, I just liked the mystery of the original ending. If I had to make a theory, I would say that someone either supernaturally synthesised their voices from the tapes or it’s just a fragment of their beings trapped in there, not the entirety of them. Like, in order to escape the fears to another dimension they lost a part of themselves in the process kind of thing. Also interesting that employees can canonically quit the job. I wonder what mental gymnastics Sam is going to pull to stay at their job when The Horrors begin.

Overall, pretty good two first episodes! Looking forward to next Thursday.

Except for not mentioning Jekyll and Hyde when doing pop-culture-fear-indexing, rule of three and you are also LITERALLY the addiction metaphor horror podcast at least pay my man a LITTLE respe-

#the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers #tmagp #tmagp vague

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 10

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Part 9 🟣 Part 11

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, throwing up.

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: I'm sorry I can't seem to help myself when it comes to putting these guys through horrible stuff... Anyway: Enjoy!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @teamfan7asy @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @livisss

“Mikey?” You closed the door behind you and turned the lights on. You’d learned the guys had a habit of keeping them off when you weren’t home, because they could see perfectly fine, anyway, so the fact that it was dark wasn’t an indication that the house was empty. In fact, you could hear music coming from Marshall’s room. “Guys?”

They should be able to hear you, what the hell was going on?

“Guys?” you asked again, a little louder this time, and you heard some movement. It was August who showed up in the hallway, looking like he’d seen better days.

“I’m fairly sure Marshall and Mike actually can’t hear you. Sherlock isn’t back from work yet.” He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water. “Tea?”

You weren’t going to say no to that.

“Why can’t they hear me?” You watched as August made you a cup of tea and set it on the table in front of you. He stayed by the counter, casually leaning against it as if nothing was the matter.

“Garlic,” he said. Right. Mikey had mentioned something about it being time to feed. But you’d never noticed something like this before. They were a little out of it, sure, but never to the point where they were completely… unresponsive.

“This didn’t happen last time, did it?” You would have noticed, right?

“Some girl who works at the Bank – the, eh, place we feed – ended up transitioning, and until they figure out if it happened during a shift, or from another contact, they’re upping the dose. That’s why Sherlock is working overtime.”

“The Bank?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s sort of a blood bank, and then there’s long lines, nothing to do, and you just want to get out of there the whole time you’re there.” Right, the similarities were uncanny. August sat down opposite you and buried his face in his hands. Without thinking, you reached across the table to put your hand on his arm. He was cold.

“It’s my turn, soon,” he said, “I’m getting a lovely little look into my future here.”

“When will they be feeling better?”

“Tomorrow, probably,” he answered. “They’re still going to feel out of it for a week – maybe even two – but they’re not going to be fighting the urge to hurl every second.”

“Why not just…” It seemed counterproductive to fight that feeling?

“And do what? Go back tomorrow? They’ll just fuck them up again. They’ll be worse off than they are now,” You stared at August with your mouth hanging wide open as he talked about it. “It’s like we told you: not exactly a nice restaurant experience.” Somewhere behind you, you heard the door to the bathroom slam shut. You looked at August.

“Mike,” he said. August got up from his chair almost unnecessarily slowly, and offered to go check on Mike, but you stopped him.

“I should go.” You got up from your chair and walked towards the bathroom.

“I really think you shouldn’t, princess,” August tried to warn you, but you were already gone.

You quietly pushed the door to the bathroom open to find a very sad pile of Mikey on the floor. For the first step into the room, you were alright, but as soon as you could actually see what was going on, you almost threw up yourself.

“Tried to warn you,” August said from behind you as he pulled you back into the hallway, “what did you think it was going to be?” He was right, of course, you should have expected to run into a whole lot of blood – you honestly couldn’t tell yourself what the hell else you’d expected him to be hacking up right now.

“I’m alright, Sweetcheeks,” Mike said, but it didn’t sound convincing at all. August laughed when you pointed that out, and told you that he already sounded significantly better than about an hour ago, when he’d come home. Mike couldn’t respond to that, because apparently, he wasn’t done yet.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! “ you heard him repeat softly whenever he wasn’t heaving.

“It’s no use holding back now, Mikey.” August took on the job you should be doing; sitting next to Mike, talking to him, telling him it was going to be fine. The only thing he wasn’t doing was stroking his hair – which would have looked weird as all hell, anyway, so you were glad he kept his hands to himself. He closed his eyes, and a look of complete concentration appeared on his face. After a few seconds, Mike relaxed a bit. It was probably August’s doing, but with how cold he’d been feeling, there was no way he’d keep that up for long.

“I’d ask if everyone is alright, if it weren’t such an utterly stupid question,” Sherlock said as he stepped into the hall. “Mike?” He asked when he saw you sitting outside the bathroom. You couldn’t speak, because you feared that opening your mouth would lead to very unfortunate situations of the same kind as the one Mike was going through – but more human – so you just nodded.

“Princess, you need to go. I’m having enough trouble keeping him sane, I don’t need you to make me feel sick, too.” Sherlock picked you up off the floor and helped you get to your room. It was a good thing you didn’t have a vampire-nose, because the further you moved away from the bathroom, the fainter the smell got, and the better you felt. Before you opened the door, you turned back to Sherlock.

“Sherlock, can we talk? In private?” He gestured at you to follow him to his room, and you gladly followed him.

“Can they hear us?” you asked when the door shut behind you. It’s not that you were going to be discussing government secrets or anything, but you really wanted to talk to Sherlock without anyone else overhearing your conversation.

“I’m fairly sure August is otherwise engaged, and Mike and Marshall are feeling so sick they’re hardly aware of their surroundings.” He let out a deep sigh before sitting down in his desk chair. “What did you want to talk about?”

You didn’t wait for Sherlock’s permission to sit down, and just dropped yourself on the edge of his bed.

“I want to talk about… an arrangement.” He didn’t seem surprised at all. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and smiled gently.

“It was a matter of time,” he said softly. “Is Mike okay with this?”

“Mike is puking his guts out because he’s being selfish and stubborn. And I doubt he wants to go through this again. The odds he’ll ask me instead of going back to feed tomorrow or the day after, are through the fucking roof. And I’m not planning on saying no. In fact, if he doesn’t ask, I’m more than likely to offer, and less than likely to take no for an answer.” Your voice was becoming stronger, something desperate seeping into it that you were vaguely ashamed of, and your breaths followed each other increasingly quickly.

“Calm down, darling,” Sherlock said as he sat down in front of you, putting a hand on each of your knees. The weight and warmth of them was comforting – though you noticed that he wasn’t necessarily of a well-fed temperature, either. He went on to explain that the panic you felt was completely normal: Mike’s stubbornness was even beginning to get on Sherlock’s nerves, and he was generally patient to a fault.

“He’s not just being selfish, he’s selling himself short, and it has finally come back to bite him, so to speak,” Sherlock said. It was a stronger statement than you’d ever expected to get from him. “His reasoning makes no sense, either. He says he loves you, which would logically mean that he would like to see that you’re taken care of. Yet he doesn’t seem to want to acknowledge what the four of us could do for you.” You told Sherlock he was going to have to explain that last bit.

“Again, I will try to structure this as much as I can, but I make no promises. I have a few recommendations, and a myriad of reasons for those recommendations,” he said as he moved back to his chair.

“And what do you recommend?” It was exactly why you’d come to talk to him, if you were being honest.

“First, I’d recommend thinking about what we’ll be asking. Do you remember?” The conversation you’d had about that was weeks ago at this point, so; no. You didn’t quite remember what it was that they wanted. Food, but other than that...

“Feed every two weeks, no abusing the protective reaction we have,” Sherlock said, “now, that may not sound like a lot, but you need to consider the implications.” That sounded very serious, and you had to admit that you hadn’t exactly considered what the implications might be.

“First of all, we’d be going from the culinary equivalent of doing your taxes, once every month, to… I can’t think of anything to compare it to, but it’s infinitely better, please believe me.” There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Sherlock was speaking the truth, to be honest. “You’d be saving us time, an incredible amount of frustration, the horrid feeling of the overdose of garlic, and quite a bit of money.”

“Money?” This was the first you’d ever heard of it saving any money… Of course, it made sense. The people who worked at the Bank – to use August’s words – had to be paid, too. And the boys chipped in quite a lot for the ungodly amounts of normal food they ate. Sherlock nodded as you voiced these thoughts, and then continued: “Exactly. The reason we eat so much, is because every last one of us tries to last as long as possible before feeding again. We don’t always manage to feed enough in one go to tide us over until the next feeding, sometimes other things come up… You saw what happened to Marshall last month.” Yeah, that wasn’t something you were going to forget anytime soon.

“So you see, despite the fact that it may seem like a small favor. I’d really like to remind you that it isn’t. Besides, you…” For a moment, Sherlock seemed unsure of how to finish that sentence.

“I’m tasty?” He smiled when you said it, telling you that your remark was spot-on.

“Well, at the risk of sounding incredibly insensitive, you really are.” His eyes went wide shortly after he finished his sentence. “As far as the taste of your blood is concerned, that is. I didn’t mean you were, I…” It was funny, seeing him this way, apologizing as if he’d just suggested the most outrageous thing on the planet.

“Don’t let Mike hear that, he’d be quick to disagree.” Your laughter seemed to be a signal for Sherlock that it was okay to stop apologizing. Instead, he laughed too. It was soft and polite, and incredibly attractive, for some reason. It wasn’t long before his tone turned serious again.

“I haven’t said this, but I really appreciate that you’ve been going out of your way not to hurt him.”

“Sherlock, I can’t protect him forever,” you said.

“You don’t have to. It’s not your responsibility.” Easier said than done… “I know you love him, and he loves you… He’s a grown man, darling. He may not be old for a vampire, but he’s old enough to know he’s being ridiculous.”

It was the first time you’d heard Sherlock speak out – explicitly – about what he thought of Mike’s attitude in the whole situation. You had always gotten the idea that he thought Mike wasn’t making a smart choice, but he’d never said as much. He sighed deeply.

“I don’t mean to choose sides, and I don’t want you to think I’m trying to sway this discussion one way or another.” He paused and shook his head while trying to arrange his thoughts. “I have nine hundred years of feeding behind me. Pleasant and unpleasant ones. I don’t think I need to tell you which ones are more abundant. Mike is used to what we have now. He doesn’t know any better… He wants to keep you to himself in every possible way. It’s going to be the cause of a lot of resentment.”

“It’s really going to tear you guys apart, isn’t it? Break up the family?” Sherlock didn’t quite nod, but the gesture he did make was clear enough. Yes, it would.

“There’s a strong possibility it will tear the two of you apart,” he said softly, “you were – quite literally – made for this. To deny you that would be… I don’t want to say cruel, but I can’t seem to think of a better suited word.

“Mike also hasn’t been alive long enough to see that…” For a moment, it seemed as if Sherlock was going to backtrack on even opening his mouth about that, and you raised your eyebrows to urge him quietly to go on. “Humans have a far greater capacity for love than most of you will allow yourselves to experience.”

“You’re suggesting I just date everyone in the house?” you whispered. Your voice was so low you could barely hear the words yourself, and judging from Sherlock’s soft chuckle, he had understood you perfectly. It was a challenge to keep your voice flat and free of the judgmental scoff that bounced around in your brain.

“I’m suggesting nothing of the sort,” Sherlock said. So he wasn’t outright suggesting you start a harem. Good. Comforting. “I’m merely suggesting you don’t close yourself off to the possibility.” Oh. No, he actually was suggesting just that… You were fairly sure that if you opened your eyes any further, they would fall out of their sockets.

“You think just screwing all of you is the solu-“ You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence, which was probably for the best, because your voice had gradually become louder as you went along with it.

“If you think that’s what I’m trying to say, then I suppose we’re done here, because that conversation is going nowhere, and I want no part in it.” Sherlock said. His tone was sharp, his eyes almost vicious. Part of you wanted to end your conversation right there, but another part – the part that eventually spoke up again – wanted to know what exactly he was suggesting.

“I’m suggesting you let the chips fall where they may,” Sherlock responded to your question. “Feeding itself isn’t an intimate act for us, I’m sure you’ve realized that by now. That said, we do all live in close proximity. We get along – usually. There’s a lot of potential for greater intimacy, especially since the four of us would be at your beck and call.” You looked at him, no doubt in complete bewilderment.

“The compulsion to take care of and protect you steadies over time. It would still peak after feeding, but it would be present, always. That doesn’t mean that intimacy would be of a romantic or sexual nature.” You almost choked on your own saliva when he said it – and so casually. “You and Mike have something special, we can all see that.” It was an interesting addition to his earlier remarks. ‘Mike and you have something special.’ What did that mean? It was enough for Sherlock to admit that none of the others would ever dream of jeopardizing it – at least not on purpose.

“Any further recommendations?” Despite his warning that your housemates might turn into your harem, you still really wanted to do this… Maybe not just because you felt compelled to feed them, but also a bit because you were hoping for the other thing?

Mike was still in the bathroom – you could hear him whine from time to time, August was exhausted, Marshall was effectively roofied beyond recognition, and Sherlock didn’t have a mental gift that allowed him to snoop around in your brain. For the first time since you moved in here, your thoughts and feelings were completely your own again. There was no need for feeble and ultimately unsuccessful attempts to hide them from anyone. No, you didn’t want things to drastically change between the five of you, but you assumed it was something you’d grow into. And there was no way you could keep living here and deny them the thing they were after – you know… your blood – because it was genuinely uncomfortable to watch them suffer every time. A radical third option would be moving out, but if you were honest to yourself, that was absolutely the last thing you wanted. You were attached to these guys. Even August, despite his being a dick – although that was steadily becoming less and less of an excuse as he slowly learned to behave.

Sherlock looked at you with a gentle smile. “I would certainly recommend scheduling the feeding. It can be flexible, of course. After all, that’s part of the appeal. However, try to avoid two of us feeding too closely together, to steer clear of… let’s say: territorial issues. Although I feel like we would be more than able to work those out, after so many years together.”

“Anything else?” “Not that I can think of right now,” he said. “Is there any information you need right now?”

“I don’t think so,” you replied. It wasn’t long before something popped into your head, though: “This mess right now…”

“I think you can set that straight by means of an exception,” Sherlock said. That was great news, because the whole vibe in the house was giving you the creeps right now. Mike and Marshall were suffering, and August and Sherlock were actively dreading their near future. It was almost painful to be home right now. You were more than glad you could help.

“Alright, and last but not least – and this may sound a little bit weird…” “I doubt it.” There it was again; that soft chuckle you occasionally heard from him that caused a weird storm in your stomach. It put you at ease and did exactly the opposite of that, all at the same time. In the end, however, there was no one you would have been able to ask this question without feeling silly. Sherlock never made you feel ridiculous no matter how strange you felt a question was.

“Can I give Mikey like… boyfriend privileges?”

“Are you trying to bribe him into this by making him feel special?” Sherlock laughed softly. “I’m not saying it’s a bad idea, by the way. And I’m fairly sure it would work flawlessly.”

“Not a bribe, per se, but something to make him stand out, yeah?”

“Darling, you can’t sway me on my position. It’s a bribe no matter how you dress it up. I just said I wasn’t opposed to the idea. We all need a little incentive sometimes.” Could he stop laughing so your brain could reboot? Please?

“Alright, fine. Just help me out, please?” You couldn’t help but laugh yourself.

“I could suggest an array of wildly in appropriate scenario’s,” Sherlock said with a devious smile. Your heart made a weird little jump you didn’t recognize. “But I’ll leave you with the knowledge that some of us – and I mean Mike – have a preference for feeding from the neck. Or the opportunity to feed whenever they feel like it. Let him have both.”

#mike hellraiser fic #mike x ofc #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser fanfiction #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #walter marshall #hc sherlock #henry cavill sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes #august walker #august walker fanfiction #natural fic #naturalfic

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stellartales · 2 years

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Hello! Can I requests headcannons for Zhongli’s kiddo? I liked the headcannons for pregnant s/o and I was wandering how you’d think they’d look like, traits they’ll inherit from him, other character’s opinions on them and just general stuff! (Anything you’d like to think of, also I can’t help but picture that Zhongli would have a daughter-)

Thanks for reading <333

thank you for such interesting request! i'm glad you enjoyed the headcanon :3 for those wondering, anon here is referring to this headcanon here. The content relating/answering to this ask would not really be formatted in the same way as I've written my existing headcanons tho.

HEADCANON: what would his offspring be like?

I don't know how or why but I understand what you meant by you not being able to help picturing our Geo Daddy having a little girl — it somehow clicks with me too as I read your req?

APPEARANCE

It's a little hard to say since the mother is...well a reader (basically anyone who read that headcanon), which means i don't have clear picture of how the child would look accurately.

But his child would definitely inherit his tall genes, maybe get his eyes as well — meaning the same bright and sharp look he carries, possibly the goldenish amber eyes.

since he/she came from Zhongli who is obviously not human, ahem, god/adepti, his/her hair would be the same as his; dark brown hair which fades to amber brown at the tips. if it was a daughter, i'd imagine her to have long hair, and if it was a son, his hair would look a little unruly, similar to Zhongli (Idk why but imagine his son with a hairstyle like Chongyun's but in Zhongli's color)

ABILITIES

Okay I had to dig around and study Ganyu and Yanfei for this. Cause I wasn't sure whether do they inherited their parents' adepti powers or not XD From what i've read, their powers (as we all know. duh) are from Visions like any other characters in Genshin.

...so based on this, Zhongli's child probably wouldn't inherit Geo power from her/his dad? their powers mainly be from Visions just like Ganyu and Yanfei. (...but again, Zhongli is a god right? maybe it's different?)

but one or two things I'm sure of would be immortality. (definitely able to live as long as thousand years).

she/he would probably have like super good endurance, strength, able to withstand harsh climates, maybe shapeshift like him. Has a good knack at weapon mastery and combat since Rex Lapis was known to be the strongest Archon who won a seat during the Archon War — he was known by many names...God of War, God of Stoves, God of Contract etc.)

Most combat abilities she/he gained are from Zhongli himself because they would favor the polearm over other weapon types after watching how lightning fast their father fight using one.

RELATIONSHIPS

with ZHONGLI himself:

definitely close to his child. Likes to bring child around Liyue, telling the stories behind the different ruins or areas. Child loves watching the Chinese opera with him and listening to stories at teahouses but in their opinion, Zhongli is the best storyteller (like c'mon even i'd love to hear him talk all day; can't blame them). One of the child's favorite thing to do is listen to bedtimes stories from their father, always gets lulled to sleep easily.

the child is his greatest treasure alongside his s/o. Zhongli is protective over them (duh) but at the same time, he would not overbearing and let them the space to learn, struggle and pick themselves up; a bit like how he had looked over Liyue quietly as Zhongli the incognito Archon.

The child could certainly always count on their father to give them the best advice and the best listening ear.

HUTAO

idk why but when i thought of them living in the city, my mind went straight to this girl haha

Child is definitely intrigued by Hutao but Zhongli wouldn't trust to let them be alone with the director, afraid they would start learning strange things from her HAHHA — he learnt this the hard way:

one incident when he had to leave the parlor for a while to run a quick errand, only to find that she had put the child inside a child-sized coffin to let them take a nap when there was a cushioned bench to lie on. on their way home, Zhongli gets pestered by the child to buy a coffin, wanting make one their bed. dear archons, the route back to their home seemed painfully long that day — Zhongli had a hard time trying to help his child understand why a coffin cannot be used as a bed and what was the purpose of it.

that day, he swore never to leave Hutao alone with his child ever again.

XIAO

Xiao would be fiercely protective of this child — it is afterall Morax's offspring. He would feel like it is also his duty to keep her/him safe. Xiao is definitely not a people person, much less a person who knew how to interact with kids so he would prefer to watch over the kid from afar.

if Zhongli had to leave it up for someone to watch over the child when he or s/o couldn't, and there was only Xiao — Xiao would be rather reluctant, voicing his concerns about the karmic debt he carries harming the child. if it was really up to him to watch over the child, he would still do it while keeping the child literally one arm's length away. He would put in a lot of effort to place a small distance between him and the child.

— due to this, Xiao would be dubbed "the weird older brother" by the child. (yes older brother. not uncle, cause the child is calling him based on Xiao's youthful appearance.)

MADAME PING

as written in the headcanon that Madame Ping was quite involved in the life of the child since he/she was in their mother's womb, she is practically a grandmother figure to the kid. Definitely would be the first person in mind to help look after the child if Zhongli and s/o couldn't. Similar to Zhongli, Madame Ping have many stories to tell about Liyue to the child. I'd say the kid likes to hang around in her abode too cause it's tbh quite interesting don't you think?

anddddd this is all i can think of.

thanks for requesting and reading :)

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anewkindofme · 6 months

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Any Addison Montgomery Cg headcanons? she's so soft and I really enjoy her character and I feel like she would be great! (at taking care of me ofc)- @their-bby-dino

Ask me for headcanons on characters from my fandom list!

Ahhh! I love Addison so much. She really would be the best caregiver. (She’s already an excellent mom!)

I did set these somewhat in the Private Practice universe, but outside a couple, they apply to Seattle/Grey’s as well.

Addison constantly worries and second guesses herself as a caregiver. She really doesn’t want to be like Bizzy or the Captain.

She makes the effort to know every last detail about her Little, right down to their favorite pair of socks. She’s very detailed oriented.

Addison is the type of caregiver to wear stilettos and designer dresses to the park but also doesn’t mind if they get dirty.

She for sure has a designer diaper bag, stocked with every single thing you can think of.

I see her as the cloth diapering type if her Little drops that young. Along with putting bloomers on top.

Addison lets her Little dress however they want, but she does try to sneak in the cute, designer outfits. Again, if they get dirty, no skin off her nose. She just thinks it’s cute.

She’s not the greatest cook, but still tries to order “healthy” takeout. There’s a lot of vegetarian restaurants in LA, so she hits those up.

That’s not to say she’s not good for a good sweet. Ice cream is in great supply.

Addison spoils her Little. Anything they want, they get. They definitely have a decked out nursery/Little bedroom and a separate playroom. Even when they’re in an older space, Addison makes sure they have all they want and need.

She also pays for and indulges any activity they want to do. They want to learn to ride a horse? She’s buying a pony. They have a desire to learn Mandarin? She’ll get a tutor.

That being said, she’s firm. There are rules and boundaries. All very reasonable (bedtime, curfew, being respectful, doing chores, etc) but she enforces them.

Her go-to discipline method is a cool down corner. She’s the type to get one of those glitter water bottles and tell her Little to watch as it moves to the bottom, then they’ll discuss their actions.

If the Little goes to school, she takes education very seriously. She’ll help them study and do all she can to help them succeed.

Addison prefers hiring a nanny for when she works versus daycare. She feels it’s better for her Little to get one on one time.

She vets every single nanny thoroughly. No one with less than 10 years experience. They need a degree in Little psychology. Must adhere to all of Addison’s parenting philosophies. And she won’t hire any of them if her Little doesn’t approve.

The nanny (and Addison when she’s not working) takes the Little to playgroups and stuff so they can socialize.

Addison has a nursery/Little space set up in her office so she really only needs the nanny when she has a packed day at the practice or needs to go to the hospital.

Despite being a doctor herself, she freaks out over the slightest cold. Cooper is also specialized as a doctor for Littles and he has to tell Addison at least once a month to calm down.

Addison keeps up to date with all research regarding Littles and adjusts how she does things as recommended. She says she does the same as a doctor, so why wouldn’t she with the most precious thing in her life?

Addison initially doesn’t want to cosleep but if her Little needed it, she’d cave and let them sleep in her bed every night.

Addison pushes her Little to be independent if they wish to be, but if they need to be younger, she won’t hesitate to do everything for them.

#sfw agere #sfw age regression #sfw littlespace #sfw caregiver #caregiver addison montgomery #grey’s anatomy #their-bby-dino #asked and answered

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sasukessusanoo · 7 months

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╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ yuvesa ! ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : just a lil selfship post

✧˖° cast and crew : yves x yuta

.ᐟ tropes : friends to lovers, mutual pining, "you deserve the world" "no, you"

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : jumping on the self-ship train cause why not !!! (@starsoir and @nudystar harassed me to) love yall tho <3 (going on my side acc cause it’s just for sillies and giggles fr)

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date nights // activities

- yuta plans most of, (if not, all) of the dates. they’re usually smaller ones with activities that can be done at home because yves is a homebody ! baking sweets and a movie is usually their go to. he even makes a little pillow fort for them to lay in while they eat and watch the movie yves picked out.

- if the date happens to be outside, yves is usually the one planning it. she tends to be better at picking more outside-ish activities. pottery classes, art galleries, and picnics because yuta loves them :(

- picnic dates in particular is where yves outshines herself because she cooks all of their meals for the occasion ! she’ll even bake some muffins (because they both enjoy them) and maybe if it’s late enough they’ll stargaze.

- yuta drives them everywhere though, yves can’t drive and is too scared to learn so he makes it a habit to be her personal chauffeur.

- yuta buys fake flowers for every. single. date, because yves is allergic to real flowers. (they also last longer and with him knowing how sentimental she can be, he wants them to last as long as possible.)

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love languages

- yuta’s love language is quality time, he loves spending time with her and whenever he can. this usually consists them studying together, going shopping while she runs errands and picks up hygiene products. or a quick gas station run; it literally will not matter because he automatically will want to go.

- yves’ love language is acts of service ! she loves doing things for the people she cares about and yuta is no exception !! all of those ranging from tidying up his room while he naps or just making his favorite snacks. her love language is also gift giving, so best believe there is ALWAYS a gift ready for him. stuffed animals, memorabilia from his favorite artists/bands. or just stuff she saw randomly online, she is getting it for him and he is beyondddd grateful every time.

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yuvesa lore

- not one soul expected them to end up together. like at all. whatsoever.

- yves had the tendency to tease her romantic prospects (or just loved ones in general). which gave yuta the illusion that she was not interested WHATSOEVER. like, he knew it was playful and whatnot but their interactions often felt like she was friend-zoning him. that definitely was not the case though. it was very much flirting in her eyes, but was it seen as such?….next caller !

- yuta on the other hand does not know how to express his feelings well. if he did try to make a move it was very subliminal, small stuff like him holding her bags for her or just opening up a door and holding it open for her. in his eyes that was as obvious as it could get, but again, it was not as obvious as he thought it was.

- one of the only reasons they ended up together is because inumaki had to play matchmaker, he was sort of a messenger between the two because they were always running to him and asking questions.

“is yves busy today? if i asked her to lunch would she say yes? ask her for me. PLEASEEEEE”

“does yuta have plans? should i ask him if he wants to hang??”

- HE WAS TIREDDDD, like actually sick of it, because watching them dance around each other and just being unsure of who’s feeling what… he was so over it. it got to a point where he just discreetly started snitching on the both of them and left them to fend for themselves. it worked out great though ! he did his due diligence with that one.

🏷️ : @starsoir @nudystar @ivanari

#yuvesa <3 #self ship

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misspearly1 · 1 year

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When Two Worlds Collide Series

Chp1 || Chp2 || Chp3 || Chp4 || Chp5 || Chp6 || Chp7 || Chp8

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader x Arthur Morgan

Chapter Three: The Lady They Both Want

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Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Joel’s POV & Readers POV. This is more of a filler chapter. Mentions of female masturbation. The guys are getting along now and they’re both very interested in their female companion. Friends to Lovers. Eventual Smut. Love Triangle. Alternative TLOU & RDR2 Universe. Mentions of guns. Light amount of jealousy. Bounty Hunting. (And the usual outlaw stuff).

AN: Ahhh! I really enjoyed writing about Joel and Arthur getting along here. They’re finding common ground now at last. The next chapter will be the kinktober fic, so lookout for the reblog tomorrow! Hope you enjoy the read, thank you.

People sometimes forget the value of the little things in their life. It happens, and it’s ok to forget from time to time, but Joel really forgot about those little things, and it really never occurred to him before just how easy everything was back home. It never occurred to him just how hard it would actually be to adapt in a world where someone like Arthur Morgan thrives.

It’s a different way of life here, and it was most shocking to the man to realize all of those little things that he so dearly misses were a luxury. For example, there are no cars here in this otherworldly dimension. They have been invented, but they’re so incredibly rare that Joel is yet to see one driving around, and he doesn’t particularly favour traveling everywhere he needs to go via horseback.

At least it’s better than walking though, he thought while sitting atop his horse.

It took a hot minute for Joel to get used to the saddle again after it had been a shameful amount of time since he went riding. It was a struggle in the beginning, but he eventually got the hang of it again and now he rides like it was as easy as breathing.

When he was just a young boy, he used to visit his grandpa's ranch and his parents taught him how to ride a couple years after he learned how to walk, so he felt lucky and thankful for even remembering how to ride a horse, otherwise he would’ve had a much harder time getting around with Arthur as they work day in and day out thieving from undeseving rick folk.

That’s another thing Joel didn’t think would be so hard: trying to earn a living. It’s a hell of a lot more difficult gathering money here, and it makes him realize that much more about how easy his life was back home. Of course, he had his fair share of difficulties much like everyone else does and there were a few bumps in the road that he didn’t think he’d be able to overcome, but generally speaking, his life was pretty good compared to most.

The man thinks about all of the good things he once had, and took advantage of, whilst waiting for Arthur around the outside of his campsite. He watched from afar as the members of the Van Der Linde Gang went about their usual daily business and made the most of everything they did have. Albeit, it wasn’t much and they weren’t living an easy going or unproblematic life, but they had each other and their loyalty was unlike he’s ever seen before.

Arthur’s gang didn’t need a roof over their head. They lived freely and comfortably off the land. They were one big happy family without that blood related bond and Joel can understand that. He, too, has friends that are like brothers to him. They would take him in without hesitation and put clothes on his back and food in his stomach should he ever fall on hard times and need the help.

Having said that though, he feels a strong pang of sadness in his gut just thinking about his friends and how they’ll probably be searching the whole of Austin, Texas after his sudden disappearance. He can’t even bring himself to think about his little brother as the pain is too much to handle. Tommy will be worried sick and heart-broken, probably beating himself up over the possibility of never seeing his big brother again. And his parents would be even worse.

This is, undoubtedly, what Joel struggles with the most: trying not to miss his family so much that it makes him depressed. He couldn’t afford to spend too much time thinking about all of those scary what ifs. He had to remain calm and cool-headed. Not only for himself, but for you too.

It’s been almost two weeks now in this otherworldly dimension, and yet there’s still no answers on finding a way back home. Arthur did send a letter off to that man who talks like he’s from the future, but it’s just a matter of waiting until he hears back from him.

While Joel has been putting on a ‘brave face’ and trying to stay positive and hopeful for your sake, he has found some form of comfort and release by working alongside the cowboy. You were right about taking a chance on trusting him. He’s been nothing but generous and helpful ever since that day by the pond, even though Joel is almost certain that Arthur is only helping out because he’s attracted to you. But that doesn’t really matter though. It shouldn’t matter.

What’s most important is making sure you’re safe until he finds a way to get home. Then, and only then, will he ease up a little on being so overprotective over you. He can’t help but feel that responsibility to take care of you and provide everything you want or need. It’s his fault you’re even here to begin with and it’s become his duty to fix everything and make it right again. The man knows how hard this has been on you. He sees you lose a little hope every day that you're stuck here, and although he knows you don’t hate him, or blame him for all of this happening either, he feels responsible.

Despite the fact Joel didn’t really like how much Arthur was attracted to you at first, because there is a fear he’ll take you away from him, he can’t deny that the cowboys presence has helped lift your spirits. You’ve slowly but gradually become less frustrated and anxious about this whole situation. It’s become a little easier for you to cope. You’re still worried, of course you are, but you’ve not been so emotionally overwhelmed and swallowed up by the fear of never finding a way home.

To put it simply, you’re becoming the very thing that Joel was trying to be for you, which is cool, calm and collected while providing help wherever and however you can. You can’t deal with the emotional guilt around robbing folk, and he understands why, so he and Arthur take care of that sort of stuff instead. Besides, he prefers it that way anyways. It’s much easier for him to know you’re safe and secure back at camp instead of being out here doing the sort of things he and Arthur do.

So that’s what you have been doing this last week; keeping busy and making yourself useful with setting up the temporary campsite every day. The location near the pond is long forgotten about now. It was moved to a much safer and more discreet location yesterday morning and it will probably stay there for a few days before moving again.

The campsite is set up along the shoreline of Flat Iron Lake, just beneath a couple trees hanging over the embankment to provide some cover and it’s also just a short ride away from the Van Der Linde’s hideout in Horseshoe Overlook. Arthur chose that spot to stay close in case of emergencies. His gang doesn’t know about Joel and you, but Hosea Matthews does.

Joel has met with Mr. Matthews twice now, and you’ve had the pleasure of his company more than that. He’s a kind old man, wise spoken and open minded to the bizarre occurrence of falling into a different dimension. Hosea has even pitched in to help out too. He’s been finding jobs to ear some cash and set up a connection with someone in Rhodes who regularly hands out tips for stagecoaches to hold up. That’s what Arthur is busy with right now as a matter of fact. He’s chatting with Hosea in camp and gathering a couple more jobs to be completed for the day before meeting up with Joel.

Putting his binoculars away when noticing Arthur leaving Horseshoe Overlook, Joel sat on the saddle of his horse and waited patiently for the man's return. They’ve amassed a comfortable amount of money in the last week, but there needs to be a constant flow of cash coming in to supply everything the camp needs. You have plenty of clothes and a copious amount of food now, but there’s only two tents, one bedroll and one blanket. And you don’t have a horse yet either.

Joel, as well as Arthur, want you to be prepared and ready for every possible scenario, therefore you need guns and ammunition kept in camp, and you need to learn how to use them too. That’s the next order of business; getting you a horse then teaching you how to use a gun, but first, he needs more money to do that.

And since Arthur approached with a hopeful look on his face, Joel assumed there was a handsome amount of money to be earned today, which means they’re going to be busy. “You look very happy.” He pointed out that shit eating grin on Arthur’s face, then jerked his chin outwards in question. “What do we have on the list today?”

“Take a look for ya self.” He replied. Handing the list over then reaching into his satchel for a pack of cigarettes, Joel scanned the piece of paper and nodded approvingly. He was right to assume there’s a lot of work to do. The list was bigger than the last and it looks like they have a long day ahead of them.

First up was heading into town and collecting all of the bounties from the sheriff, which was four suspects in total and they were worth two thousand dollars all together. Next on the list were two stagecoaches with the time and location of their travels. One of them will be passing through Strawberry this afternoon, and the other will be passing through a place called Tall Trees in the middle of the night. Then, the last couple jobs on the list were buried treasures and where to find them.

“Hm. This is nice.” Joel nods again and folds the piece of paper before handing it back over to Arthur – who then held out a half smoked cigarette for him to take. Joel accepted the offer and brought the butt of the object to his lips, sucking on the thing a couple times to take the edge off his nerves. He doesn’t smoke regularly. It’s never really been his thing, but he’d indulge with the occasional cigarette here or there whenever he’d be stressed with life and work back home. And since he’s been feeling extra stressed-out these last couple of weeks, he’s smoked more than he usually ever does.

“Thanks.” He muttered. “And make sure to pass my thanks onto Hosea too. I appreciate all the help.”

“Ah, there’s no need.” Arthur shook his head, waving him off like it wasn’t a big deal. “Hosea already knows you and Y/N are thankful. Old man’s just happy to help.” He took the cigarette back from Joel and puffed on the thing a couple times before flicking it into the grass. “We ready, big boy? I wanna get a chunk of this done before this afternoon. Maybe check on Y/N before heading over to West Elizabeth if there’s time.”

“Ready.” Joel grunted and rolled his eyes over the pet name. Readjusting his position on the saddle to better suit his comfort, he commanded his horse and started heading east. “Let’s go, sunshine.” He called out casually and stifled a smile upon hearing the man chuckling behind him.

Joel didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed the cowboys company just as much as you have. He’s a little rough around the edges and they got off to a bad start with each other, but he’s got a sarcastic sense of humour that Joel likes no matter how much he tries to deny it on the inside. They argue and bicker quite a lot, but they also work well together and get the job done without issue.

The only real underlying issue between them is that you’re the lady they both want.

Much later that day along the Dakota River, Arthur stood by his horse and watched the show unfold as Joel tackled a female suspect to the ground. He tied her hands and feet together behind her back as she tried with all her might to resist, and the man found it rather amusing. She’s a real nasty piece of work who deserved it anyway after kicking him right between the legs earlier.

“Make sure those ropes are tight.” He instructed acidly, still bitter over the fact his balls were aching. “I don’t fancy another run around trying to catch her.”

“You couldn’t fucking catch me, ya slow sack of shit.” The suspect – Darla – replied, making Joel chuckle with the use of her insult toward Arthur. He found it funny that she, too, called him a sack of shit just like he does. But he did as the cowboy instructed and made sure the binds around her ankles and wrists were tightly secured. He didn’t fancy another run around either.

Darla is the last of the bounties and she’s been the worst one out of them all. Arthur was kicked between the legs, and Joel’s face was clawed by her hands. “Why don’t you let me go? I’ll show you a better use for those ropes.” She tried to bargain for freedom, but to no avail.

“Christ almighty. Will yer just be quiet.” Joel sighed heavily, tiredly, then yanked her up off the floor before carrying her over his shoulder. He walked towards his horse and stowed the woman on the back, securing her tightly with some more rope to make sure she couldn’t escape. They’ve learned their lesson once by underestimating her, and they shan’t make the same mistake again. After she was dealt with however, he turned to face Arthur and asked: “Enjoying the show, asswipe? Could’ve helped me out back there.”

“C’mon now.” Arthur winced while readjusting himself then mounted his saddle with a painful groan. “I assume ya got a pair of balls, right? You know how much that shit hurts.” He gave an unwanted explanation as to why he didn’t help chase after Darla. He was too busy laying on the ground, heaving with pain while Joel hunted her down instead. “Besides, she’s the last one and we got some time to waste before heading over to West Elizabeth, so keep ya hair on and cut me some slack, big boy.”

“Big boy!” Darla squawked and burst into a fit of laughter, the sound annoying Arthur so much that reached over and yanked on her binds. “Shut the hell up, woman.” He warned, only it didn’t work. She didn’t stay quiet and proceeded to insult the men all the way back to Valentine. They were quickly pissed off by her remarks about their friendship and the use of their pet names for each other, but once they made it to the sheriff's office and handed her over, they savoured every minute of silence on their ride towards camp on the shores of Flat Iron Lake. It was just after midday now and they were not only hungry for food, but hungry for your attention too.

Approaching camp with a smile on their faces, both Joel and Arthur felt proud of you leaping into action as you assumed they were trouble. You went for the gun and savings box, but relaxed quickly after realizing there was no threat. “Hey.” You waved, but furrowed your brows with concern when seeing Joel’s face. “Oh my…” You sighed then moved towards him and reached out to cup his face with your hands. “What the hell happened?”

“Just a scratch, darlin’.” He shook his head, assuring you that it was nothing to worry about, but you didn’t take your hands away from his face and he began to lean into your touch as you dragged the pad of your fingers over his cheek. It felt so comforting. Your hands were soft and delicate, but beside you though, Arthur cleared his throat and tore your attention from him.

You pulled your hands away and spoke to the man, asking him if he was okay and Joel bit his tongue as Arthur explained what happened and didn’t leave out the details about how he was kicked in the balls either. “Oh, you poor thing.” You sympathized. “C’mon. You should rest a while and eat before getting back to work.”

To Joel’s surprise and delight, you turned back to face him and held his hand, pulling him toward the campfire to sit down on the sandy shores around the lake. You grabbed a little first aid kit and opened it up, instructing Arthur to take a seat and relax. “Let me fix lunch for you both, but first I gotta take care of this-” you gesture to the scratch on Joel’s face. “-Don’t want you to catch an infection.”

Leaning back onto the palms of his hands while you attended to his minor wounds, Joel saw the expression on Arthur’s face in the corner of his eyes and struggled to hide his smile. It spoke of envy and desire, as if he were wishing he had a couple wounds you could attend to.

While you cleaned his face and your fingers dabbed his skin gingerly with a featherlight touch, Joel couldn’t help feel so free and easy, his shoulders slumping with a heavy exhale as he closed his eyes to revel in your attention. He’s been so starved of your company ever since Arthur came along, and as selfish as it sounds, he has missed having you all to himself.

“You look exhausted, Joel.” You point out and rest a hand on his chest, his eyes opening to look at you. “Why don’t you eat something then rest for a while. D’you think you’ll have time to?” You asked, to which Arthur replied instead. “Plenty of time, Miss Y/L/N. We don’t have to leave for another hour or so. But we’ll be back really late tonight.”

You turn to face Arthur and don’t see the way Joel glared at him. “Well that settles it. Both of you eat up then lay down-” he smiled with that, feeling a sliver of victory that Arthur wouldn’t have you all to himself either. “-I’ll keep a look out while each of you rest in the tents. Arthur, you’ll have to get your bedroll off your horse. We don’t have another one unfortunately.”

“Naw, it’s alright.” He shook his head and lay down on his back, resting his hands behind his head before closing his eyes. “I can sleep anywhere. It’s no problem.” You turn back to face Joel now and smile, watching the irises of his eyes expand the longer he looks at you. He smiled as well, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes dropped to your lips either. It was quick, but you caught it and started to burn up under his wanton gaze. “You uhh… You hungry?” You asked bashfully, and he only nodded in reply, his eyes slowly blinking with tiredness… or with something else.

Moving towards the fire and scooping out some of the stew into a bowl, you also asked Arthur if he would like any, but he politely declined and closed his eyes again, opting to get a little more sleep instead. You moved back to sit beside Joel and handed the bowl over. “It’s hot. Be careful.” You said in a whisper, keeping your voice low so you don’t disturb Arthur or the peaceful silence that had fallen over camp.

Joel had the opportunity right here, right now, to have you all to himself, but you were right. He is exhausted and he does need some sleep for the long day that awaits him. The list isn’t even halfway done and he wants to have a day off tomorrow to spend some quality time with you.

After eating every last bite that you scooped into the bowl for him, you took the dish and put it to one side before grabbing a pillow. “Rest up, Joel.” You urge him to lay back and place the pillow beneath his head. “I’m not going anywhere and I’ll keep watch.” You reassured as he closed his eyes, relishing in the warmth of his hand resting on the small of your back.

He didn’t take his hand away, not even after he had fallen asleep and light snores left his lips. It’s like he just wanted to feel that you were beside him; to know that you won’t leave. That’s why you assured you wouldn’t be going anywhere. You’ve spent multiple nights in the tent with Joel before getting a second one for yourself, and during that time you slept together, he would always be so close and feel that you were safely resting beside him. He must be a physically touch kind of guy, and you don’t mind that at all in the slightest.

Although you felt a little weird to stare for so long, you felt confident that he wouldn’t mind you watching over him attentively. You’ve missed gazing at him while he sleeps. It’s been nothing but a pleasure to have Arthur around, and you really like the man, but you’ve not given Joel the attention you once used to give. He needs it; needs your comfort like he would comfort you during your meltdown. It’s obvious that he’s missing his family, his pets and his friends back home, and you worry for his mental wellbeing because he’s quite clearly trying his darn hardest to keep you safe and happy.

Later when the time came around to wake the men, you decided to wake Arthur first and offered him some food. He accepted this time and thanked you for the bowl of stew. He, just like Joel, ate every last bite and you took the dish away to be washed. Once you were finished cleaning up however, he approached with an offer that piqued your interest. “Would ya like to learn how to shoot a gun tomorrow? Me an’ Joel will teach you.”

“Oh yes. That would be really useful.” You nod eagerly, not because you want to learn how to shoot someone, but because you want to learn how to properly use the firearm should you ever need to defend yourself. You can wave the gun around and pretend to be serious about using it on an attacker, but if push comes to shove, you’d miss every shot and very quickly become defenceless.

Arthur is an outlaw. He sure knows his way around a gun, and Joel would regularly visit the firing range with his brother on the weekends. He knows his way around a gun too. But you, on the other hand, do not know how to use a firearm or how to aim with precision.

“Here.” Arthur moved towards you and pulled out one of the guns from the holsters on his belt. “I’ll give ya one quick lesson right now. First thing you’re gonna do is take a firm stance and plant yer feet in the ground. Like this–” he showed you first before moving to stand behind you, correcting your position by pushing your feet apart with his boot. “That’s much better. Keep ya feet parallel to your shoulders,” he instructed with professionalism, then stood closer and brought his arms around you to place the gun in your hands.

You felt your heart skip a beat when he stepped closer, the proximity between you and the man was so small that you could feel his chest mere inches away from your back. It was a breath-taking move that sent a signal straight to your heat naturally with the presence of a big strong burly man so close to you like this. You could feel his breath rolling down your neck as he sighed heavily. “There you go, just like that.” He kept his hands hovering beneath your elbows, re-adjusting your arm ever so slightly to better your aim, only you couldn’t concentrate after hearing him praise you in that thick southern drawl.

Perhaps the real reason you trusted Arthur so easily is because he’s just like Joel in so many ways. Not only do they work similarly with drive and focus, or share the same sarcastic humorous nature, but their voices are deep and rough, yet equally soft like honey and it always reels in your attention in the very best way.

You gripped the gun with both hands and held your breath with anticipation as Arthur leaned in a little closer to place his hands atop of yours, helping you keep the gun nice and straight. “I think you’ll do just fine tomorrow.” He said earnestly. “I bet you’ll surprise yourself. You got the stance nailed down, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Arthur.” You replied gratefully. “I appreciate your vote of confidence, but I don’t know. I’ve never fired a gun before and I think the kickback will probably surprise me the most.”

“A smaller gun would be better.” Said Joel, the sound of his voice startling as you quickly tilt your head to look at him. He stood with his arms above his head and stretched out his muscles, but his shirt riding up his body a little made your eyes drop to look at the revealed skin. You rolled your lips together and stifled a moan at the trail of hair beneath his belly button. It disappeared into his pants, which were hanging so low on his hips right now that you could see his v-lines and a glimpse of the curled hair above his mound.

Quickly turning away with fear that he would catch you staring and call it out, you don’t really think Joel would mind all that much, but to save yourself the embarrassment of practically stealing a glance and drooling over what you could see, you turned away before he noticed.

Now that you were feeling aroused and hot with passion, you couldn’t even get back to what you were originally doing and lowered the weapon. “A smaller gun would be better.” You agreed with Joel and handed the weapon back over to Arthur. “We’ll pick this up again tomorrow.”

There was a smile on Arthur's face that spoke of mischief and perversity as he drawled in a flirtatious way. “Sure thing, sweetheart.” He winked at you, the gesture making you choke on the moan in the back of your throat before you quickly turned away and busied yourself with something. You needed a distraction, and a moment in privacy to relieve the palpable ache between your legs. Joel and Arthur were both turning you on, and it was driving you feral. It's been a while since you pleasured yourself and the need for relief is growing exponentially.

Once the men had got themselves prepared and ready for the workload ahead, they each said their goodbyes in their own sexy and adorable ways before leaving camp with a promise to be back after midnight. As soon as they were out of sight, you ran straight to your tent and buried your hands between your legs, mewling softly into your pillow with the wishful dreams of feeling their hands working you open instead.

However, as soon as Arthur had a moment alone with Joel, he turned to face the man with that same mischievous and perverted smile on his lips then revealed a little secret. “That woman is head over heels for you friend, and you don’t even see it.”

“No she’s not.” Joel retorted quickly, denying what he yearned for so badly every night. “Y/N and I are just friends. She doesn’t like me like that and besides, it’s you who she’s head over heels for and you’re the one who doesn’t see it.” He said with a slither of spite in his tone.

“You think so?” Arthur questioned optimistically, to which Joel looked into his eyes and nodded with deject. He truly believed that you were head over heels for the cowboy, and not him, but Arthur persisted. “Well, maybe we both can’t see it, then. Maybe it’s because we don’t believe a lady like Y/N could even feel such a way about us, but I’m telling ya. She likes you. Didn’t you see the way she was looking at ya back there?”

“And I’m telling you the same thing.” Joel persisted as well. “She likes you. Didn’t you see the look on her face when you winked and called her sweetheart?”

With sudden realization striking the men simultaneously, they each slowed their horses down to a complete stop and turned to look at each other with disbelief etched on their faces. “Y/N likes the both of us?” They asked in unison, hopeful that it was true. They both wanted you. That’s a fact. But the thought of sharing you and that beautiful attention you give them didn’t cross their minds.

Until now.

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