#wouldn’t be this distressing if he was like this to other people but nah it’s just me

[miniwheat77]

Army Green. (Ghost x Virgin!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Age gap (Reader is 20, Simon is 32), unprotected sex, p in v sex, virginity loss, animal getting hurt, Simon in distress, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ. (Sorry if I missed any.)

It’s a sunny day, you’ve spent most of the day outside.

Mostly working on your yard, but you didn’t always mind. It did get rough sometimes of course, living alone and doing all of the work constantly. You lived in a pretty small house. It had a smaller yard, gravel driveway. It was fenced in. It was nice.

Sometimes the work piled up, getting busy, trying to pull yourself out of a funk. Especially because doing 100% of the work was new to you. Since you’d just gotten out of a serious relationship. It was a tough situation. You’d moved out with your boyfriend at 18. You were together for the better part of your teenage years, your first real boyfriend, the only serious boyfriend you’d ever had.

The break up was miserable and rough. The fights were bad, the messages were vulgar and laced with venom. It was a really rough breakup that left you damaged.

You went from a two person household, to one. Having to work more to pay the bills, having to pick up the rest of the household chores and somehow still stay sane. It was tough, but you managed. You had a few friends that helped you stay busy, and you were thankful for that.

You were sitting on your couch, it was the weekend and you didn’t want to spend all of it doing yard work. Your friends were supposed to be coming over and you were excited to spend the night with them. Just as you finished cleaning up your house, you heard a knock on your door. Knowing that it was your friends, you yelled for them to come inside. They walked in with all kinds of drinks and snacks in their hands, ready to have a good night.

“Dude, your neighbor is super weird.” One of them mumbles. “He wears a mask with like.. a skull face on it.” She mumbles. “Yeah?” You laugh. “Why does that make him weird?” You question her. “That’s all he ever wears. I’ve never seen him in anything else.”

“So what. Maybe he doesn’t want people seeing his face.” You shrug. “Whatever. I think it’s weird.” She shrugs. “Maybe he’s like.. super hot and doesn’t want people to know.” Your other friend smiles. “Maybe. Walk over there and find out for me.” You nudge her. Earning a laugh from them. “You’ve never met him?” She asks. You shake your head. “No. I’ve actually never even seen him, I didn’t know he wore a skull mask.” You shrug. They laugh. Eventually the subject changes.

Later that night as you’re sitting on the couch, you’re all about to go to bed. “What if your neighbor is super hot?” She asks again. “There’s tons of hot people, be specific.” You toss a piece of popcorn at her. “I mean.. what if he’s like super hot. You should talk to him.” She shrugs. “Um. I’m pretty sure he’s like 30.” The other one laughs. “Oh.. well damn.” She sighs. “What’s wrong with him being 30? Why would that stop me?” You ask. They both look at you like you’ve just called them the worst names known to mankind. “Jesus! You whore!” They laugh. “I’m serious! What’s wrong with that.” You giggle. “Just.. not your own age?”

“Maybe that’s why guys suck so bad. Maybe we need to branch out a bit. Go for the weird old guys that wear skull masks.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you. “Maybe.” You smirk. “Nah, I’m not trying anything with anyone. Maybe not ever after Wesley.” You roll your eyes. “Oh please, Wesley wouldn’t see a good girl if he got hit by one.”

“Clearly.” The other rolls her eyes. “It’s just because I wasn’t ready.” You mumble. Earning glances for them. “Ready for what?”

“Sex.” They perk up. “What? You were together for that long and never had sex?”

“No?”

“Why not?”

“Because.. I’ve never had sex before? And wasn’t ready?” You laugh awkwardly. They’re both staring at you in confusion. “Well shit. We didn’t know that.” They laugh. “Damn. Whole new perspective.” They laugh softly.

“Yeah, my poor ‘old’ neighbor probably heard those nasty fights, no way he’d fuck around with a girl like me.” You laugh. “Never know until you try.”

You roll your eyes. “Goodnight you two.” You laugh, walking back into your bedroom. You settle into your bed, eyes heavy as you fade into a deep sleep.

You hear whining outside, it startles you awake.

You look at your phone, it’s early. The sun has just barely risen, it’s still mostly dark. Cascades of blue painting the sky. You sit up, rubbing your eyes as you hear it again. It sounds like a dog in pain.

You climb out of bed, walking out to your living room. You can still hear it faintly. Your friends are still asleep on the couch and you open your front door quietly, peeking outside. It’s cold, chills creep up your legs and arms immediately, maybe a bad time to sleep in a tank top and shorts. You step outside, covering yourself with your arms as you look around for the sound you’re hearing. You notice the noise is louder now, along with rattling. You spot a dog, it’s got it’s paw stuck in your fence. Fairly close to your bedroom, that’s why you heard it.

“Shit-“ you mumble. You jog lightly to get to her. It’s your neighbors dog, you assume the one with the skull mask. “Hey, stop moving.” You mumble as she tugs to free her paw. You hear a door open and close behind you, noticing it’s your neighbor.

And he doesn’t have on a skull mask.

“Shite, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she’d gotten out.” He says as he jogs to you. You can hear the gravel giving away under his feet. “It’s alright. No worries.” You mumble. You unwrap her paw. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” You mumble. As she whines more. Once you free her paw, she frantically licks at it. “Let me see it darling.” You breathe, reaching your hand out. To your surprise she lies down, rolling onto her back so that you could get a good look at her. Your neighbor crouches down to check the rest of her as you look at her paw. “Just a scratch.” You smile. “Yeah, she’s a bit over dramatic.” The man laughs. “I heard her whining.” You laugh. “Yeah. If I accidentally bump her she’ll yelp like I’ve cut her leg off.” He smiles. His accent is thick and his voice is incredibly deep.

And your friends were absolutely right, he’s hot as hell.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met.” You stand up. He stands up with you, reaching his hand out. “I’m Simon.” You send him a smile. “Y/N.” He smiles. “Ah, and this is my dramatic princess Paisley.” He looks down at her. “Nothing wrong with a little bit of embellishment, gets the attention you need.” You smile down at her. He laughs at this. “Anyways, sorry for waking you, love.” You feel your cheeks warm at his pet name. “No worries, I’m just glad she’s alright.”

“Cmon, back to bed with you.” He nods his head at the dog and she walks with him back to their house. You make your way back to your door, stepping inside. You forget that your friends are there and they stir awake with the sound of your door closing. “Y/N? What are you doing?”

“My neighbors dog got stuck in the fence.”

“Is it okay?”

“Yeah she’s fine. But you were right. He’s hot as fuck.” You laugh. Walking passed them, going back into your room.

—

It’s been a while since you’ve had a day off, picking up extra shifts and doing more and more work so that you could afford your house. It was getting rough. You didn’t see much of your neighbor, aside from passing. He did always wear a skull mask which you found weird. Until you were up early and seen him leaving one day.

He was wearing full military attire, Paisley had on a vest and he was telling her to get into the back of his truck, that’s when it clicked.

His accent, why he was always gone, his large build, the mask. It all made sense now.

Your next day off, you’re sitting in a coffee shop with your friends and they’re making fun of you. It’s a gathering, an every once in a while coincidence that all of you had the same day off. “So what’s going on with everyone else? I feel like I’ve been talking about myself this entire time.”

“Not much.” Everyone mumbles.

“Oh, Y/N’s neighbor is smoking hot, I’m waiting for her to announce that she has a controversially older boyfriend.”

The girl next to you is loud when she says it, earning an elbow to the side from you. “Ohhhh. Tell us more?”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve talked to him once, his dog got her paw stuck in my fence, there’s nothing weird about that. Although he is very, very attractive.”

“It’s weird, he always wears a skull mask.”

“Oh!” You sit up. “I know why. I saw him leaving the other morning wearing full military gear. That explains the accent and everything.” You laugh.

“Accent?”

“Oh.. I forgot to say that? He’s British.”

Their mouths drop, and you can’t help but blush at your spaced information.

“No way, Y/N. If you don’t have sex with that man right now..” she laughs. “Oh god, I am not ready for that. I just got out of a shitty relationship.” You laugh. “Well.. just out of curiosity.” She sips her from her cup. “Just how much thinking have you done about Wesley since you talked to your neighbor?” She teases. You roll your eyes which makes them all laugh. “See!”

“Christ. You guys are ridiculous. I have to go do yard work.” You roll your eyes.

“Look sexy!” She calls out as you exit the building, your cheeks are on fire.

When you arrive home, you look up at the sky, noticing the brewing storm. Maybe today was a bad day for yard work after all. Just as you make your way inside, the rain starts to come down. You sit down on your couch, deciding to watch a show instead.

You lose track of time. You could hear the rain pouring down outside. Thunder making you jump slightly.

A knock at your door has you whipping around. You stand up, slowly making your way up to your door. You open it slightly, noticing your neighbor. He’s soaking wet. “Uh.. hi. Sorry to bother you so late. I just.. have you seen Paisley?” He asks. “Uh.. no I haven’t. Is something wrong?” You ask, opening the door up wider. “I let her out earlier and she never came back in. I think she ran off.” He sighs. “I’ve been looking everywhere and I can’t find her.”

“Let me put some shoes on, I can help.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” He sighs. “No, she’s a good girl, I wouldn’t want something bad happening to her.” You smile. Once you’ve slid on shoes and a jacket, you’re stepping out into the rain.

Ghost notices your tattered old skate shoes immediately. If you’ve got a boyfriend, why isn’t he taking care of you? Ghost knows he’s seen a guy around.

Behind your houses was a huge patch of trees, that’s where the both of you decide to look first. You’re calling out for her, walking along. You part ways when you get into the trees. Calling out for her. You don’t see anything and it’s getting darker as you walk along.

Ghost is somewhere further away by now, he’s calling for her, but she isn’t coming. He stops with a sigh. “Christ, where the fuck are you, fucking dog.” He growls.

“Simon!” He hears you yell. “Y/N?”

“I found her!” You call to him. He quickly makes his way over to you, seeing you’ve got a hand on her collar. “Ugh, damn dog.” He breathes. “Home now!” He says sternly, Paisley bolts for his house immediately. “Sorry. You didn’t have to come out here.” He laughs. “I don’t mind the rain.” You laugh, walking towards your houses with him. “Not real good shoes for bad weather.” He laughs. “Oh psh these? They’re fine.” You wave your hand. “What, your boyfriend doesn’t spoil you?” He laughs. “Oh god, I don’t have a boyfriend.” You laugh. “What? Who was that guy than?”

“Uh.. well. He WAS my boyfriend. But.. it’s a long story.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” He laughs awkwardly. “Oh it’s fine.”

“I’ve got a fire going in my house, if you wanted to dry your clothes out. You could talk about it if you want.” He shrugs. “Uhh. Sure.” You shrug. You follow him up to his back door, he opens the door up for you. You step inside and he shows you to his living room, where he had a pretty wood stove going. Lined with bricks. “Give me a moment.” His house was really nice. You wait before sitting down, not wanting to get his couch wet. “Here.” He passes you a towel and a shirt. “It’s an old shirt of mine.” He nods. “Thank you.” You smile. It’s Army Green.

He shows you to his bathroom and you change quickly, making your way back to his living room. You notice that he’s put your shoes on the tile in front of the fire to dry them out. You can’t help but smile.

He brings out tea and sets it down on his coffee table, sitting in the chair across from you. You pull his shirt down over your knees, making sure you’re covering yourself. Your panties had gotten wet and you had to take them off too. “Why did you guys break up if you don’t mind me asking?” He asks. “Uhh.” You laugh. “I found out that he was talking to a couple other girls. Meeting up with them and.. yeah.” You look down. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He breathes. You smile, looking up at him. He’s no longer wearing his mask.

“Honestly? I thought it would hurt more.” You shrug. “We.. I mean we’d been together for a long time but our relationship wasn’t serious. I didn’t really have any feelings towards the end, not after all of the things he said to me.” Ghost tilts his head. He’s curious.

“Uh..” you shift awkwardly. “I.. this is probably too much information but.. we never.. slept together. I just wasn’t into it, and he hated that I wasn’t. He said a lot of gross things to me.” You shrug. He nods his head. “How old are you?” He asks. “I’m 20.”

“How old was he?” He asks. “21.”

He smiles. “There’s your problem darling.” He laughs. “He’s just.. stupid and immature. I was at that age too. You’re too young to be worried about all of that anyways.”

You smile. “How old are you?” You ask. “32.” Your eyes widen. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, m’ an old man.” He laughs. “You do not look 32.” You smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He winks.

“You need new shoes.” He nods to them. “Uhhh. Yeah. That has to wait.” You laugh. “Hm?”

“I can barely afford my house, those shoes will just have to do. They’ve done me good.” You smile. You move to stand in front of the fire, crouching to pet Paisley who’s laying in front of it. Ghost stands up too. “How about we check you out, make sure you didn’t get into something.” He breathes, rolling paisley over onto her back. He runs his hands along her fur. Feeling that she’s fine as he stands back up. He towers over you, and now you really feel how close you are to him. “I can help you get new ones.” He nods. “No.. that’s not your job.” You shake your head.

“Course not, you could work for it.” He smiles.

Your eyes widen. “Not- Jesus. Not like that.” He laughs. “Oh good.” You breathe out. “Had me worried for a second.” You laugh. “Got a dirty mind.” he rolls his eyes. “I mean.. if you babysit for me when I’m gone.” He nods. “I usually have her boarded at the base but.. they keep her cooped up a lot there.” He looks down at her. “Simon, I don’t mind watching Paisley. You don’t have to get me anything. She’s a good girl, I don’t mind.” You smile. He nods his head. “Thank you Y/N.” He smiles. “Of course.”

You’re warm from the fire, spinning around to warm your front. He does the same. Looking at the dancing flames through the glass. “Do you have a wife or anything?” You ask. “No.” He laughs. “My job isn’t good for relationships.” You nod your head. “Fair.” He laughs. “Why?” He asks. “I was just curious.” You say nervously. His smile is flirty, and you’re worried.

Not because he intimidates you.

You’re worried by how much you like it.

“You sure?” He looks at you, making you turn your head to look at him. “Mhm.” You smile. He takes a step toward you, making you step back.

Back hitting the wall with a gasp. “Might be overstepping here..” he laughs. “But he was stupid to fumble a girl like you.” He breathes. He’s toying with the shirt you’re wearing. You take in a shaky breath, looking up at him. “Simon.” You start. He tilts your chin to make you look him in the eyes, leaning into you. “Can I kiss you?” He asks. You part your lips, not saying a word. After a second, you nod your head.

He closes the gap right away, kissing you hard.

Your friends were going to freak when you told them.

You feel his fingertips gliding up your thigh and you gasp into his lips as he glides them over your bare opening. “Ah- Simon wait!” You breathe. Pushing him back slightly. “I.. I-“ you’re stuttering, not sure what to say. “I’m sorry, maybe I misunderstood..” he breathes. “No- no it’s not that. I.. I liked it. I just.. I’ve never done this before.” You breath, looking up at him. Your cheeks are burning, because his fingertips touching you is the first time a man has ever touched you like that. And this is only the second time you’ve ever interacted with him. “It’s alright.. I know you haven’t known me long.” He laughs. “No.. I don’t mean..” you clench your eyes closed. “I’ve never had sex before.” You sigh. He raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh.. well. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard, I had no idea.” He steps back.

“You didn’t. I.. I liked it.” You swallow hard.

He crosses his arms. “Have you ever been touched.. at all?” He asks. You shake your head. “Have you.. done anything at all? Like.. touched yourself?” You chew on your lip nervously. Shaking your head again. “I’ve tried but.. it’s.. weird.” You bring your hands behind your back. “It’s not weird, not if you’re doing it right.” He looks at you. The room is dark, the lights are dim and the fire illuminates it slightly.

“D-do you think you could show me? W-what it feels like I mean…” You look up at him.

“Yeah, of course. Cmere.” He tilts his head, reaching his hand out for you to take. He walks around his couch, pulling you with him. “Go ahead.” You sit down. “Lay back sweetheart.” He nods. You’re nervous as you lay back. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, if you want me to stop at all, you tell me okay?” He says. “Of course.” You nod.

He pushes the Army Green shirt up over your hips, you’re bare. Wearing nothing underneath.

He glides his hand up your thighs, feeling you shiver as he does. His fingertips gliding over your exposed flesh, rubbing over your opening. When he touches your clit, you flinch away from him. He forgets that you’re untouched.

Sensitive, easily stimulated. He chuckles. “Relax. You’re tense.” He breathes. He moves himself over you, pressing his thigh right up against your opening, hearing a gasp from your lips. He lowers himself on top of you, pressing his lips to yours again. You kiss him sloppily, cheeks flushed, your tummy feels warm as he rocks his thigh into you. You whine into his lips, raising your hips to meet him.

He pulls away from you, kissing your chin and down your neck, pushing the shirt up and over your chest. Exposing every part of you to him. The first man to ever see such sensitive parts of you. He attaches his lips to your nipple, hearing you gasp. You lift your hips into him, wanting more. But he takes his time with you. You’ve never felt this way, never been so turned on before. He finishes showing your nipples attention and moves lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. You’re nervous as he moves himself between your legs. He looks up at you, leaving a kiss to your thigh. One kiss to your swollen clit and you were done.

You let your head fall back, he pushes his hands up his couch, entwining his fingers with yours as he spreads your folds with his tongue. It takes just a few minutes and you’re crying his name out in the perfect symphony. Your stomach is moving with the way you’re panting and you can barely hold still. He moves his hands away from yours, holding your hips down. Sucking and lapping at your clit, pushing his tongue into you slightly. It’s an unfamiliar feeling. You can feel something building. “S-Simon. Feels funny.” You whimper, lifting yourself up to rest on your elbows. Watching him eat your pussy like it’s the sweetest ice cream he’s ever had.

You feel his fingertips gliding over your entrance, and you gasp when he pushes one inside of you. Curling it right into your spongy spot. You can’t hold yourself together, especially not when he adds another finger, scissoring them. A cry leaves your lips, it’s a desperate moan. Something that tells him that you’re just about to cum. You can’t say anything which is what he wants, he’s cornering you right into pure bliss, leaving you nowhere to go. It feels like your body bursts into flames when he works your pussy to an orgasm. The first of many that he’s going to give you. Your eyes are full of tears and clench shut as he works you through your orgasm. Until you’re sensitive and squirming. He finally pulls away from you, moving himself above you again, kissing you, letting you taste yourself on him. You’re breathing hard when you pull away, looking up at him. Like he’s just killed an army in your honor.

“How do you feel?” He asks. Your lips are parted, you want to say something but you can’t. He chuckles at your trance-like state. “It’s alright. I know it’s a lot.” He smiles, pulling the shirt down to cover you. Pulling you up until you’re sitting up to look at him. “I feel good.” You finally say, cheeks burning. “Good, I hope so.”

Your eyes are lost in him and he says something but you don’t even hear it.

He waves in front of your eyes, chuckling when you flinch away. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts. “You alright, space cadet? I wasn’t too much was I?” He laughs. “No.. no.” You giggle, “sorry.” You blush. “First time is always intense. I get it.” He smiles. Leaning into you. “Can’t wait to see how spacey you’ll be when I fuck that pussy for the first time.”

You swallow hard, eyes clenching shut. You’re quiet.

A laugh is what makes you open your eyes. “I’m only kidding. Relax.” He stands up. “Unless you want me to of course.” He winks at you.

“I know you have work tomorrow, I’m keeping you up.” He laughs. “Let’s get these shoes on you and I’ll walk you home.” He smiles. He kneels down onto one knee, reaching out for one of your shoes. It’s dry and warm.

You’re surprised at first.

He’s actually putting shoes on you, like you’re some kind of princess.

He helps you up, throwing one of his jackets over you and holding your clothes. The storm has passed now, it’s only dark. When you reach your front porch, he passes you your clothes. “I can go change and give you your shirt back.” You stutter when you say. He’s making you nervous. “Don’t worry about it. Keep it. It looks better on you anyways.” He smiles. You blush, looking down. “Thank you, for helping me find Paisley.”

“Of course. I don’t mind at all.” You smile. “Um.. t-thank you for um..”

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” He laughs. “Sorry..” you blush. “It’s alright. Get some sleep.” He smiles.

You smile. “Goodnight Simon.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He nods. “Oh.. wait. Can I have your phone number? Since you’re willing to watch Paisley for me.” He playing his eagerness off. “Yeah of course.” You smile, walking toward your couch where you had left your phone. You pick it up and walk back to the door where he was waiting, passing it to him. He types his phone number into your phone and sends himself a text with it. “Awesome. Thank you Y/N. Goodnight now.” He smiles.

“Goodnight Simon.”

—

“You seem to be in a good mood LT.” Soap smiles.

“Something going on at home?” He smirks.

Ghost rolls his eyes. “Not now Soap.” He rolls his eyes.

“Who’s the girl, you’ve been checking your phone every 10 minutes.” He crosses his arms. Ghost sighs. “It’s my neighbor. I asked if she’d watch my dog. Stop being weird.” He shoves passed Soap. “Aw Cmon. I’m your friend.” Soap scoffs. “I tell you everything. I’ve never seen you act this way before.”

Ghost sighs. “Alright fine. Yeah, something happened between us and I don’t know what to think of it. But she’s kind’ve way out of my league.” He mumbles. “What do you mean by that?”

“She’s 20.”

Soaps eyes widen. “Jesus. A tad bit young don’t you think.” Ghost looks at him unimpressed. “She’s been my neighbor for a while, I thought she was older.” He shrugs. Soap laughs. “Nah, women just mature way before men do.” Ghost snorts. “Yeah. Well.. what I did with her last night I can’t really come back from.” He laughs. “Did you sleep with her?” Simon shakes his head. “No.. but. I don’t want to talk about it. Paisley got her paw stuck in her fence a few weeks back and I went out to check on her and she was helping her. Last night, Paisley didn’t come back when I let her out, so I stopped by and asked her if she’d seen her and she said no, but offered to help me look for her.” He shrugs. “So.. if you did stuff with her, why didn’t you have sex with her?” Ghost flinches. “She.. uh.” He laughs nervously. “She’s a Virgin.”

Soap’s eyes are wide. “Christ. You’ve got yourself into quite the situation Ghost.” He laughs. “Yeah. You’ll have to see her.” He mumbles. “Take me with you when you drop Paisley off for a mission sometime.” Soap crosses his arms. Simon laughs. “Alright. If you insist Johnny.”

“I’m good at reading people, I’ll tell you if she’s good for you.”

“She’s not good for me, I haven’t felt like this in forever.” Soap raises his eyebrows, a smug look on his face. “That means she’s good for you. You’re supposed to feel happiness.” He rolls his eyes. Ghost laughs. “It’s bad for a man like me. I’ve lost everyone, makes me vulnerable.” He mumbles. “So don’t lose this one.” Soap pats his shoulder.

Ghost shakes his head. “It’s never been in my control. But.. me being vulnerable, means that I can be very dangerous. So let’s hope this goes alright.”

—

“You WHAT?” She yells from the other end of the phone, you can hear her coughing violently on her coffee. “Uh.. yeah.”

“Did you have sex?” She asks. “What? No. He just.. he. We didn’t have sex.” You blush. “What’s gotten into you?” She squeals, making you laugh. “I don’t know. I guess I just really like him.” You bite your lip. “Damn. Who would’ve guessed. A 32 year old in the military is your type.” She laughs. “I know right. I don’t know. He’s.. ugh.” You sigh. “I’ve talked to him twice ever, and he’s already been so much fucking nicer to me than Wesley. I just.. don’t even know what to say.” You laugh. “That’s how you’re supposed to be treated Y/N.” She laughs. “Maybe he’ll be really good for you. Maybe you’ll get married and have a bunch of kids.” She snorts. You roll your eyes. “Whatever. I have to get back to work.” You mumble. “We’re not done talking about this. You’re telling me every detail later.” She mumbles through the phone, making you laugh. “We’ll see.” You say before hanging up.

You bite your lip.

You can’t stop thinking about the night before. What he said to you.

“Can’t wait to see how spacey you’ll be when I fuck that pussy for the first time.”

Your stomach turns and you feel yourself getting wet just from the thought of it. You needed to get your mind off of this. You stand up, heading outside to find something to do.

You’re sure you could find some yard work of some kind to do.

You look around your house, noticing the patch of grass by your driveway was mixing with gravel. You head back inside, changing into more comfortable clothes to do this task. Not paying any mind to whos eyes may be on you. Simon was meant to be at work anyways. You get a rake, raking the gravel back into it’s dedicated location. You needed to plant more grass seed, maybe line it with some spare bricks to keep the gravel away from it. It’d keep Paisley away from the fence to avoid getting her paw stuck. Simon really needed to fence his yard in to keep her inside. Although she was a pretty large dog, she’d probably just jump over it. You’re carrying bricks when Simon pulls up, Soap is in his passenger seat. “Is that her?” Soap asks. “Oh.. yeah. I guess so. I thought she was supposed to work today.” He mumbles. “Guess I’ll get to meet her sooner than later.” He smiles. You’ve got your ear buds in, not paying any attention. “We’re just checking on Paisley, get your head out of the gutter.” Ghost mumbles. As soon as Simon opens the door, Paisley bolts to your house. “Oh Jesus Christ, seriously!” He mumbles. Paisley attacking you with kisses, jumping on you catches you off guard.

“Oh my gosh!” You laugh. Turning your face to avoid her sloppy kisses. Simon and Soap approach, and you’re petting Paisley. “Hi darling, I’m glad to see you’re okay after your great escape.” You smile. When you glance up and see Simon walking toward you, another man behind him. “Thought you were supposed to be at work?” Simon asks.

“Ah, a bunch of offices flooded last night in the storm, mine included. So I’ve got a couple weeks off while they renovate.” You smile. “Ah, paid I hope?” He laughs. “Oh yeah. I would be out looking for another job otherwise.” You laugh. “That’s good though, a nice break.”

Ghost looks at Soap. “We just stopped by to check on Paisley. This is Soap by the way.” He nods. You look confused. “Did you say Soap?” You ask, looking at him. Soap laughs. “My name is Johnny, but you can call me Soap.” He nods, reaching his hand out. You take it, shaking his hand. Ghost feels jealousy boiling through him when he touches you. He doesn’t like that. “Civilians don’t get the nickname, Ghost.” Soap judges him. You tilt your head. “Ghost?” You smile, crossing your arms. “Nice. A weird duo but I like it.” You laugh. “I like the Mohawk too, don’t see that haircut much anymore.” You nod. “Thanks.” He smiles. “Oh no, don’t go giving the bloke a big head.” Simon rolls his eyes. “Whatever, I’m gonna go find Paisley. She’s nicer than you.” Soap rolls his eyes. “Nice meeting you, lass.” He smiles. “Nice meeting you too.” You wave.

Simon lingers behind. “Why’re you not relaxing?” He laughs. You blush, looking down. “Can’t sit down for too long or I’ll think about what you said last night.” You laugh. “Ah. That makes sense.” He laughs. “I can give you something else to think about if you want.” He chuckles. “Jesus Christ.” You roll your eyes.

“I think Soap is getting impatient, Ghost.” You call him by his nickname and he freezes up. He laughs. “Don’t call me that. Not unless you’re moaning it.” He turns to walk away from you, hearing you laugh. Mumbling a ‘Jesus’ under your breath.

—

As he works, training new recruits, helping out anywhere he can, preparing for missions. He thinks about you.

The jealousy he felt earlier with Soap, it worries him. He’s getting too close to you. He knows it. The last time he did this, he got hurt. Irreversible damage to him that he still suffers from. He needs to stay away from you, but he fears it’s too late.

You’re so kind. Naive in a good way almost.

You’re so nice, so sweet. Even Paisley likes you.

He can’t focus on work without thinking about you. Zoning out as he loads everything up. The way that you sounded with his face buried between your thighs, he thinks about how you’ll sound when he-

He groans out in frustration, earning a couple glances. He throws down the wrench he’s holding, cursing under his breath.

Soap and Captain Price exchange a worried glance as he storms off.

Soap can’t help but laugh when he’s gone, the door shut and latched behind him. “Something going on with him?” Captain Price asks. “Yeah, a girl.” He snickers. “Ah. Trouble in paradise?”

“No.” He laughs. “She’s his neighbor and they aren’t.. anything just yet. But I guess he had an encounter with her.” Captain Price nods. “Women. They’ll do that to ya.” He laughs, picking up the box of ammo and walking to the back of the Humvee. “Tell me about it.” Johnny smiles, digging through the box of tools.

Captain Price sets down the box of ammo in the back of the vehicle, swiping his hands off together to get the dust off of them. “Suppose I’ll go talk to ‘im.” Captain Price mutters as he makes his way into the office that Simon had gone into. He opens the door, seeing him sitting at the desk. He’s got a water bottle in front of him and it’s already almost gone. “You alright Simon?” Price sits down in the chair across from him. Hearing Simon sigh. “M’fine Price.” He mumbles. “Johnny told me a bit about your troubles.” He smiles. Ghost rolls his eyes at this. “It’s alright, maybe we can talk about it. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.” He shrugs. “What, is this a therapy session?” He jokes. Earning a snort from his Captain. “I’m serious, I’m a wise old man with a lot of advice.” He smiles, setting his hands in his lap. The dad energy that Price gives off warms Simon’s heart in a way. “I don’t know. She’s my neighbor and she’s a lot younger than me.” He sighs. “I just think I’m going to end up getting myself into something dumb with her.”

“Well.. what’s she like?”

“I.. I mean she’s nice. She lives on her own. She.. said that she just got out of a relationship.” He sighs. “Oh? Did she say why?”

“He cheated on her because she wasn’t ready to… take the next step with him.” Ghost shrugs. “Hm.. do you know anything about her background? How responsible she is?”

Ghost shakes his head. “Not really. I’ve only talked to her twice but the second time.. we were alone and things escalated.” He mumbles. “So.. you had sex?”

“No.” Ghost laughs. “She’s.. a Virgin.”

Captain Price’s eyes widen, and he shifts uncomfortably. “How old did you say she was?” He asks.

“20.”

Captain Price nods his head. “Hm.. well. What does she do in her spare time? Do you know?”

“She.. mostly just works so that she can pay her bills and hangs out with her friends.” He shrugs. “Do you know where she works?” Simon nods. “A bookkeeper for a construction company. She’s worked there since she was eighteen.” He nods.

“So.. she’s got a stable job.. can take care of herself.. she seems really mature.” Price shrugs. “I know it seems weird that she’s so young, but women mature a lot faster than men.” Captain Price nods. “You’re both consenting adults, who are responsible and can take care of yourselves.. I know you’re afraid of being hurt.” Captain Price sits up. “But you’ll never find your forever if you don’t put yourself out there and be vulnerable for others.” He smiles. Simon nods his head. “I know.”

“You’ll have to bring her around, let me judge her myself.” He smiles. Earning a snort from Simon. “Yeah, Johnny said the same thing.”

Price stands up, patting Simon on the shoulder as he goes to exit. “You’ll never know until you try, Simon. Don’t give up just yet.” He nods.

Simon sighs when the door closes behind him. What the hell was he getting himself into.

Later that day, Simon had come home. He didn’t see you and decided to leave everything be for now. Deciding to watch a show and drink a beer. Give himself time to relax, as bad as he wants to spend this time with you. He sighs, hearing Paisley scratching at the door, whining. She’s pacing back and fourth. “It’s probably just a Racoon. Down girl.” He breathes. But she doesn’t calm down. “Paisley, please. Give it a rest darling. I’ve just let you out.” He groans.

Nothing seems to calm her. He stands up, setting his beer down. He makes his way over to the kitchen to discard his empty beer bottles, setting them by his sink. He glances up through his kitchen window for a second, when something catches his attention.

You’re talking to a guy.

Not just any guy either, your ex-boyfriend. Ghost feels himself stiffen up, eyes narrowing as he looks outside the window. It seems as if you’re having a normal conversation with him. Ghost quickly moves to the back door, cracking it open and holding Paisley back as she tries to force her way outside. “Stop, sit.” He growls.

“Look.. I’m sorry okay? I miss you.” He hears him say it. Ghost can feel himself tensing up. "You need to leave. I won't ask you again." You breathe. "And if I don't?" He sighs. "What are you going to do hm? Nobody will come for you. You're just a stupid girl Y/N." He can hear him. He can hear you laugh. "Go." He hears you growl. "I'll tell the neighbor if you don't go." Simon's smile is too wide upon hearing that. "The neighbor? What, are you friends now?" He hears him scoff. "Come on, let's just talk baby, I can take your mind off things for a while."

"Simon!" You yell, Simon stands up immediately, ripping his door open and stepping outside. He can see that he's got a strong grip on your upper arm. When he sees Simon step down the few concrete stairs, he lets go. "Seriously?" He can hear him scoff. "She doesn't need you, go back inside and mind your own fucking business." He growls. Simon makes his way across his lawn, crossing the gravel of your driveway. "She is my business. She is now." He crosses his arms. "And if you want to leave here in one piece, I suggest you get back in your car and drive as far away as you can." He says it casually. "Yeah? Or else what?" He asks, making Simon raise his shirt up over his hip, not only does he expose his insanely fit body and v-line, but there's a pearl gripped pistol sitting in his waistband. A whistle leaves his lips and Paisley bursts out of his house, bolting to stand next to him at attention, staring your ex-boyfriend down. "Go." Simon nods.

He scoffs, shaking his head. "What, you fucking him?" He looks at you, teeth gritted behind his pursed lips, you glance at Simon before looking back to the ground, swallowing hard. "Some virgin huh?" He shakes his head. "This is fucking stupid, don't even know why I bothered with you." He growls. He walks down the concrete path by your door, walking around and climbing into his car, speeding off. "Go home." Simon mumbles to Paisley. "Hey. You okay?" He asks. You nod your head. "Yeah.." You shake your head. "I'm fine. Just.. yeah." You breathe. "Cmon, I'll make you some tea." He tilts his head for you to follow him. You nod your head, following after him. He leads you into his back door, closing it behind you. You notice Paisley laying in her bed in the living room. "I didn't think you'd be able to hear me." You breathe. "Was worried for a second." You laugh nervously. "Paisley was stressed out, kept harassing me. I happened to notice.” He mumbles. “You were listening?” You ask. “Just.. making sure nothing happened. Suppose it’s a good thing I was though.” He reaches up into his cupboard, shirt rising until you could see the Pistol grip.

You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life.

“Simon?” You say, stepping closer to him. “Yeah?” He asks, turning to face you. Once he’s close enough, you lean in, kissing him hard, cupping his cheeks so that he can’t pull away. “W-woah.” He breathes. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Just kiss me.” You pant. He sets everything he has in his hand down, returning his lips to yours and moving you so that he could pin you up against the countertop, feeling you moan into his mouth. He reaches down, grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you up until you’re on the countertop. You rest your hands on the countertop, pushing your hips forward. Like you wanted him.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks. You pull away, looking at him, reaching forward and raising his shirt up. Getting a good look at his gun. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.” You look up at him, taking a deep breath. “What? Told some scumbag off?” He laughs. “Defended me.” You breathe. “Seriously? Not ever?” He asks. You shake your head. “Please keep kissing me, Simon.” You whine. He leans into you, kissing you again. Stiffening up when he feels your hand on him through his jeans. He groans into his lips when you palm him hard through them. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” He breathes. “Yes.” You whine. You sit up, reaching with both of your hands to unbuckle his belt.

He reaches down, hand gripping onto the cool metal of the pistol, setting it down on the countertop. Leaning in to kiss your neck as you pulled his belt apart and started on his jeans. You can’t help but glance at the gun as it sits there. You’re starting to realize just what kind of man Simon is.

A strong military man. A guarded one at that. He’s nice but gruff, quiet and observing. And something you’ve noticed since meeting him, since Paisley got stuck in your fence.

He’s protective of what’s his.

“Simon.” You pant. “What baby?” He breathes.

“I want you.” You breathe. “But.. you.. you’re..” he looks down between the both of you.

“Please, I want you to take my virginity.” You whine. Pushing your hips out. He takes in a deep breath. “Are you sure?” He asks. You nod your head. He pushes his pants down his thighs just enough to reveal himself to you, hearing you sigh when you see the size of him. “S’alright. Will only hurt a minute.” He moves closer to you. He tugs your pants down, discarding them to the side somewhere. Seeing all of you once again. He spits in his hand, focusing it on the tip of his cock. “Are you sure? Once I take it, it’s gone.” He breathes. “I trust you. I want you to take it.” You pant. He pushes your legs open, getting a good look at you. “Just relax for me.” Your heart is racing and he can hear it thumping in your chest from where he stands.

“If you let me do this..” he trails off, circling your opening with his fingers again, going to take his time stretching you out before he takes what’s rightfully his. “You’re mine.” He leans into you. Lips ghosting over your throat, right where your jugular vein sits beneath the surface. “Simon.” You breathe out.

“I think I was always yours.” You look him in the eyes, watching him stiffen at your sentence. Eyes darkening as he stares at you. “Fuck.” He growls, gritting his teeth. He presses the tip of his cock up against your entrance, tip pressing between your sopping wet folds. He forces you to look at him, taking his time thrusting every inch into you. He holds your throat, not cutting off your oxygen but just enough to hold you still. When your eyes flick down to watch him sink into you, he growls. “Look at me.” He growls. “Keep looking at me.”

“Simon.. it hurts.”

“I know baby.” He breathes. “S’alright, just for a minute. One minute.” He pants. You’re so tight on him, he can barely contain himself. He finally closes his eyes, sighing out as he bottoms out inside of you, hearing you cry out. He leans into you, holding you steady as he slides out, rocking his hips into you. “It’s alright. I know it hurts.” He takes in a sharp breath, hating that you hurt so bad, but he felt so fucking good. He keeps a slow, steady pace. Letting you adjust to him. He notices a little bit of blood, but it doesn’t bother him any.

“Simon..” you’re breathless when you say it. “Hm?”

“Fuck me.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it, please.” You hiss, pushing your hips into him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tight as he rocks his hips into yours faster, a little harder than before. Pushing your legs up as he slides deeper into you, hearing a gasp leave your lips. “Oh my god-“ you breathe.

He keeps up this pace for a few minutes, letting you get used to him. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

“How does it feel huh?” He pants, voice unsteady and desperate.

“‘M fucking your pussy.” He hisses, feeling you tighten around him. “Took your virginity.” He breathes. “How’s it feel?” He smiles. “It- it feels so good.” You whine. ”I feel so full Simon.” You hiccup with watery eyes. “Yeah? That’s how you’re supposed to feel. Supposed to feel overwhelmed and good.” He chuckles. He rests his hands on the undersides of your thighs, gripping you and keeping your legs open for him. Smiling when he sees you gripping the countertop like your life depends on it. He lifts his shirt up more, showing off more of his toned stomach.

“Fuck!” You cry, letting your head tilt back. He’s picking up his pace, getting you so close. You can feel swirling in your stomach, feeling something building.

A pant leaves your lips and you move up, trying to adjust yourself. “Simon. Feels weird.” You gasp. He lowers his hand to rub at your sensitive clit.

Just a little bit of that and you’re crying out for him. Clenching hard around him, your pussy milking him for every bit of his spunk.

He’s panting hard, moans unsteady as he approaches his orgasm. He’s going to cum hard.

He slides out of you last second, pumping his cock until he finishes on your stomach, groaning out, his body jerking as he finishes. “Oh fuck..” he whines.

After a moment of coming down from your highs, it finally hits you. You’d really just given this man, who’s way older than you, way more experienced than you, who you aren’t even in a relationship with. Your virginity. You’re staring at him with wide eyes as he cleans your skin of his filth, making sure you’re completely clean, even wiping down between your legs. He wants you to be comfortable. He sighs when he sees your nervous appearance. “It’s alright. I know.” He breathes. “Cmon, let’s go warm up by the fire.” He breathes. Lifting you up and bringing you with him to the couch. He sets you down, throwing a blanket over you.

You’re silent for a while. Not nervous or upset, more content than anything.

Simon is so caring of you, and he barely knows you. Which tells you everything you need to know about him. That he’s going to be the best thing for you. That he’ll take care of you. He finally sits down next to you after starting the fire. Throwing an arm around you so that you could lean into his chest. “I’m sorry if I took advantage of you.” He breathes. Hearing you laugh. “You didn’t. I’m a grown woman, I know what I want.” You smile. “Well.. good.” He smiles. “I just hope you don’t want it to be a one time thing.” You mumble.

“I was wondering the exact same thing.” He breathes.

“I know you just got out of a relationship and all but.. you’re mine.”

You smile up at him. “Always.”

“Oh yes, one more thing.” He mumbles, standing up and disappearing up his stairs for a minute, returning back down holding a box.

“Here.” He smiles. You take it from him, confused. “Simon.. I told you not to get me these.” You look up at him. “Open them.”

You open the box up, noticing a brand new pair of shoes. You can’t even imagine how much they probably costed. “Simon this is way too much.” You laugh. “You need new ones, I can help out. Let’s see how they fit.” He kneels down again.

“You’re doing too much for me already.”

He scoffs. “What I’m doing is the bare minimum. You’re just used to below average darling.” He laughs, tying the laces. You can’t help but smile at this.

“Thank you Simon.” You breathe.

“Always.”

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[risuola]

PROMISE — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

You felt sick watching your husband fighting for his life, but your unborn daughter seemed to sleep just fine despite your complete distress. Little that you know, Satoru made some promises to her.

cw: manga spoilers!!! (chapters 223-235 with not much of specific details, but it’s resolved around the events), reader is pregnant — 0,8k words

a/n: this piece has TWO alternative endings — FLUFFY & SWEET & ANGSTY & DEPRESSING — choose your fighter, I guess

Sick. You felt sick, sitting in the room full of people, most of which you didn’t even recognize. You felt sick watching the screens that showcased live what was happening in the middle of Shinjuku. You felt dizzy and nauseous, and so overwhelmingly sick when you heard people betting money, trying to make profit of something that was so painful for you to watch.

“You think he’s gonna win that?” “Nah, he’s dead.” Some men were talking, chuckling like it was entertainment of the highest level for them. And maybe it was, maybe some sorcerers could benefit from the outcome that you considered the worst one, but you felt like the world was crumbling down in real time. Your world was fighting for his life right in front of your eyes.

You sat there paralyzed, unable to move as all of the voices around you slowly became distant. Yuji’s rambling, Kusakabe’s comments and Yuta’s notes all blurred into one, incoherent noise in the background and you wondered what happened, what went so wrong to lead to all of this. Why it felt like you’ll never see Megumi again? You raised that boy, you talked down his teachers in middle school from expelling him when he beat the hell out of other students, you encouraged him to train harder when he felt down, overwhelmed by the comparison to Gojo’s strength. Why now it felt, like you’ll never get to force another hug out of him, like you’ll never see his grumpy face again? You’ve already lost Tsumiki, the tears from that still felt fresh on your face and now you had to watch your husband on the battlefield, being wounded time after time by a cursed spirit that should have been dead thousand years ago.

You felt your insides turning and twisting into a very tight knot, every time Satoru got hit by Sukuna’s attack, every time you saw blood staining his light skin, you felt a little closer to heart attack. It was a sight you could never familiarize yourself with, Gojo never bled. He never was cut, not even punched and now, all of his body was covered in slits. Just once in your life you saw him in a puddle of blood, decade ago while still in high school and after that, never again. Until today.

You were scared. Petrified with the thought that he might not come back, that you might never feel his warmth again. The idea of going further in your life without him spread out in your mind in the colors of the worst kind of nightmare, your throat clenched, tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched his domain shatter. Infinite void fell down in pieces and the reds and blues were not effective either. It’s worse than nightmare. It was torture.

You felt the pain, deep in your heart, spreading in waves to every cell of your body. You wanted to go there, to jump in and help him, to shield him from the attack even if it would cost you your own life. You wanted to go there and slap Sukuna out of Megumi, to hold the boy to your heart and tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that everything’s gonna be alright. But you couldn’t do either of those things. You knew you’d only be an obstacle, a limiting factor to your husband’s abilities. You knew your tears wouldn’t bring Fushiguro back. You were strong on your own, but now, you were helpless just as everyone else. And you had a life to protect.

And so, you sat there, rubbing soft circles into the bump of your stomach that held the little girl that was yet to come to this world, wondering if she’ll get to know her father. She will, you knew that, deep down underneath all of the layers of fear and worry, you knew that Satoru will win, because he has to win. He has to be there with you, he has to know if his daughter has the same blue eyes as him and the same cute nose as you, because he bet on that. He has to be there to take all of those goofy selfies with the newborn, he has to be there to showoff the miracle that he’s created with you, to be able to put new title to his name – the best dad.

The baby seemed to be sleeping, calm in your stomach despite the utter distress that consumed you. She probably knew better than you not to worry about Satoru. She probably knew that her daddy will never leave her. He promised that to her, when before leaving to the Shinjuku district he pressed his lips to the curve of your bump, whispering things you barely heard.

He made a promise so he had to keep it.

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[kyusprouts]

all i want is to show you my love - jake sim

boyfriend!jake X girlfriend!reader, idol!au

warnings. hateful comment towards reader and some feelings about insecurities

Living a good yet harsh life is one thing , but have the one and only Jake Sim as your other half is one greatest thing that ever happen in your life or so that is what you thought.

You wonder if being with the most considerate , kind , caring , and loveable person would actually help you go through this difficult live. The answer is , yes .

Both of you are what people call the black cat and golden retriever relationships , and they envy your relationship as both of you are the strength to each other’s weaknesses. Even so you always have your own insecurities whenever you heard people talk about your love like it’s so easy to have him because you’re not that “all”. You were “too fat” or “too skinny”. Your face aren’t that pretty or you aren’t smart enough to be the same level as your idol boyfriend, Jake. That is what you hear every time you go to college or in public place but you act like you paid no mind because you know the one who he always come back home to is you.

But one day,

You were sitting at the sofa in your apartment alone while the television just played in the background as your distraction from overthinking. But right now you’re doing the opposite of what you were supposed to do, you were staring into space while think about all the possibilities that someone could just take Jake away from you. You have lots of flaws so why wouldn’t he left you right?

You were thinking a lot that you didn’t hear the voice of your boyfriend calling your name after he came back home from work.

“Love? Are you home?” Jake called for you but you didn’t answer so he search for you in the living room to see you were staring into space so intensely that you didn’t notice the nails you bite on had bleed.

He smile worriedly while slowly sitting beside you and take your hand in his. “Hey love , what were you thinking about”. You broke off your nightmare daydreaming and look at him surprise “Jake? i thought you said you weren’t coming home, I didn’t prepare any dinner for you let me just go cook anything for you” you were trying to avoid him by making lots of excuses but Jake knew you. Jake knew his other half so he hold you in his arms to make sure you know that he is here . Your love is here to give you his warm and love.

“nah uh we’re staying here . You in my arms until you tell me what’s bothering you for the past… wait how long have you been overthinking?” He pull back a bit to look at you . “HOW DO YOU KNOW I WAS OVERTHINKING?” your eyes widened. “AHAH i knew it you were overthinking love so would you please let me in your thoughts and let me be the superhero to your damsel in distress?” Jake said while softly stroking your hair.

You look at him hesitantly and sighed “Well you know it’s actually stupid like maybe i shouldn’t be overthinking you know? But i can’t help it and i hate myself for feeling this way. It was just some stupid gossips from the students at uni about how well… how i don’t deserve you as a lover” you look down at the string of Jake’s hoodie as you were ashamed knowing for the past month you’re with him all he show and tell you is love and praises that you deserve. But here you are doubting yourself and his love for you just because of some stupid remarks from the people who are jealous of the relationships you are happily in with Jake.

Jake smile at you and kiss your cheeks “My other half , my love , the moon to my sun , my future wife , to the woman who i come home to everyday unless heeseung hyung is cooking me ramyeon- Ouch! Hey you can’t blame me when in fact heeseung hyung makes good ramyeon” he pout and rub the arms that you softly smack. “Anyways love, I don’t care about all the things that people were talking about us because i will show and tell you how much i love you ten times more than that. I love you so much that I, Jake Sim , don’t know how to live his life without his love by his side so will you let me continue courting you and be the only one you think about despite all the harsh words from other people who aren’t important in our life because you are enough. Our love for each other are enough for me to always stay with you and have you in my arms every day every night, every morning i woke up to and every night before i close my eyes.” Jake pecks your lips softly and smile seeing you almost burst out to tears.

“I’m sorry Jake i really do, gosh i love you too and i wish nothing but for us to always be together. I’m sorry i get all those stupid comments into my mind” you try to stop yourself from crying as Jake wipe your tears with his thumbs.“Aww my cute girlfriend is so cute and expect me to leave you? Naur way i would do that because i want to see this face every time i tease you” You smack his hand thats wiping your tears and back away a little from his warm hugs.

“See this is why i prefer Jay more than you at least he won’t tease me” you jokingly said while standing up to go make Jake some food. “ Gurl what?! You did not just compare me to Jay . At least I cook ramyeon better than him and I’m the LEGO MASTER who’s gonna help you build your lego city YUP ME and definitely NOT PARK JONGSEONG” you laughed as he hugged you from behind while ranting how he is better than Jay for you.

At the very last you are happy with being in Jake’s arms . True, who cares about all those words from others if in the end you’re the reason that Jake is smiling and have someone to give love to. You are his moon and his love that he will cherish till what people call forever. You are his forever and lifeline.

notes : my first time making imagines so i don’t know if this is good or i’ll be posting a lot . To those who read i hope yall enjoy my first ever imagine <3

#Jake #jake sim #jake enhypen #enhypen imagines #Spotify #jake imagines #jake fluff

[moriihana]

we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || nine: no need for apologies

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: you apologise to compress, discuss your willingness to stab people and the reality of society, then have a conversation with dabi about being disabled.

content: angst and fluff

warnings: uhhh some depression regarding being disabled bc i was projecting,

word count: 1272

a/n: no gif this time but this matches his unamused expression so we're using it. also shamelessly promoting the art i did of my self-insert since they're who it was originally written for. please consider checking it out bc i'm super proud of the art and their design in general

*previously known as “we can’t fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)”; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they’re just being overall menaces

taglist: @iincandescenttt

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“I’m… sorry about your arm, Compress.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, glancing at the metal prosthetic he now had.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dear,” Compress dismissed your concern with a wave of his hand. “Dabi explained how your Quirk works after you left the room. I would’ve much rather had lost my arm and gotten the prosthetic than having you heal the wound and lose your arm. Also, Dabi probably would’ve killed me. Shigaraki too.”

“More like forcibly removed from the room,” you grumbled, “but… yeah, understandable. And yeah, probably.”

“Oh, I definitely would have.” Dabi walked into the room, stretching his arms over his head. “Any of you fuckers put them in that much distress again, it’s over.”

“Dabi, don’t threaten him, you asshole. It’s not his fault he lost his goddamn arm,” you snapped, scowling. “Don’t be a dick.” “Yeah Dabi, don’t be a dick!” Twice called from his spot on the floor. 

“Oi, don’t call him a dick.” You turned your glare to Twice. “Only I can call him a dick.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair. That’s fair!” 

“Life ain’t fair.” Dabi shrugged. “‘sides, Y/N wouldn’t hesitate to stab anyone who insults me, even jokingly. I doubt the League’s excluded.”

“Unless it’s Toga. I could never stab Toga. Probably not Shig either, he’d just decay my knife and Dabi got that for me.” You grinned, a little feral. “The rest of you are fair game, though.”

“Why wouldn’t you stab me? What if I wanted you to stab me?” Toga whined, pouting. “Don’t you stab the people you love?”

“You little psychopath, stabbing isn’t a love lang—” Before Dabi could finish his sentence, he noticed the glare you had directed at him and decided to shut up. (If looks could kill, he’d be dead on the spot.)

“Please don’t stab anybody,” Kurogiri said carefully, polite as ever. “I would rather not have to clean unnecessary blood up.”

“Ain’t you a healer, anyways? You’re s’posed to be against violence or whatever.” Shigaraki walked into the room, hands in his hoodie pocket. “Anyways, I thought you didn’t like seeing the people you cared about hurt.”

“Stereotyping now, are we, boss?” You asked jokingly. “Nah, though—I know the whole “your Quirk affects your personality” thing exists, but that never applied to me. I’m fine with violence. Enjoy it, even.” You shrugged. “And a little stabbin’ never hurt anybody. I wouldn’t do too much damage, don’t worry! Nothing I couldn’t heal.”

“I can definitely confirm this. I’ve seen them fuck some people up for no reason whatsoever.” Dabi perched himself on the arm of the sofa, next to you.

“Okay, it was not for no reason whatsoever. Some guys were being assholes and insulting me and my cane and it was pissing me off. So I beat the shit out of them,” you huffed and crossed your arms. “And then Dabi set them on fire.”

“And I’d do it again.” Dabi smirked.

“I think it’s safe to say any of the League would do the same to someone insulting you, Y/N. We may be Villains, but I think we’re better than a lot of people. At least we aren’t discriminatory assholes.” Compress sounded annoyed.

“I appreciate the willingness to murder on my behalf,” you snorted, shaking your head. “And honestly? Yeah. At least we don’t judge people based on their gender, or what they look like, or whether they’re disabled or not. Can’t say that for most of society. Heroes included.”

“And we don’t judge people by their Quirks,” Spinner piped up. “You guys didn’t turn me away or look at me differently because of my heteromorphic Quirk. Most people wouldn’t even glance my way.”

“And they call us the bad guys,” Shigaraki hissed. “We’ll tear down this trash society and build a better one, where we live freely.”

You had retreated to your room shortly after that conversation, deciding to hang out in there for the rest of the evening. You were sitting on the bed with your eyes shut and your back against the pillows. Boo was curled up in a ball next to you and Nugget in your lap. You opened your eyes at the sound of Dabi’s footsteps approaching. “Hey, pretty boy.”

“I was wondering where you’d gone off to, doll. You left damn pretty quick.” He stopped by the foot of the bed. 

“Checkin’ on me, pretty boy?” You asked teasingly. When you saw his unamused expression, you sighed, “I hate that you know me so well. It’s annoying.”

“Only annoying when you’re moping around, mouse,” Dabi countered, sitting down on the bed. “We both know I’m not very good at the whole feelings shit—”

“—more like the absolute worst—”

He ignored your interruption. “—but I’m pretty sure sitting in your room by yourself is doing fuck all to help.”

“Yeah yeah, Mister I-Know-Everything.” You frowned. “I just… I dunno, sometimes I get a little more frustrated about my disability than usual. I’m really not of much use to the League other than my healing ability. Sure I can fight, but I’m slower than the rest of you, more likely to get hurt or caught. It’s annoying, y’know? I don’t usually think about how I’m kinda… usel—”

“If you say useless, I will smack you.” Dabi sighed when you chuckled sheepishly. “You aren’t useless, doll. Y’think Dusty would’ve recruited you if he thought you were useless?”

“...probably not,” you groaned. “It’s really annoying when you make a point. You know that, right?”

“You hate when I’m right, you mean,” he drawled, leaning back next to you.

“Same thing, asshole.”

“Maybe you should stop being wrong all the time.” Dabi smirked.

“Maybe you should be quiet, pretty boy. I wanna be right more often,” you bit back without any real heat.

“Get good, I dunno what to tell you, mouse.”

“You are such an ass. Come into my room, disrespect me while sitting on my bed, I cannot believe this.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “What next, you getting along with Shigaraki?”

“Oh fuck that. No way in hell I’m getting along with him. Sometimes he’s more childish than Toga, no fuckin’ way,” Dabi grunted, shaking his head.

“You’re too hard on them sometimes, pretty boy. Remember, we’re all outcasts here—we might as well embrace it. Anyways, I see how you treat Toga when you think no one’s lookin’. I can see the big brother in you.” Your expression softened. “Despite her… tendencies… she’s a sweet kid. Makes sure to steal extra painkillers for me and stuff for Nug and Boo, spends time with the two of them when we’re busy…”

“Alright, alright. I get it.” Dabi flicked your forehead. “Not a word of that to anyone else, though, ya hear? Don’t need anybody thinkin’ I’ve gone soft, not to mention… y’know.”

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Not ‘til it’s time, I know. I still think it’s sweet, though. When you treat Toga like a little sister. It’s nice to see you let your guard down a little bit around someone other than me. You deserve to relax more than you do. I know joining the League was to work faster towards our dreams, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves when given the chance, yeah?”

He snorted, “Enjoy ourselves, huh, doll?”

“Why the hell not? We’re as free as we can be at the moment, no reason not to take advantage of that. Besides, a little bit of chaos every now and then is fun.”

“I guess I’ll let you be right every so often, mouse.”

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AKATSUKI- Bright Future◆Black Paradise Flycatchers Facing the Heavens Chapter Six

Cast: Keito, Kuro

Writer: Akira

Season: Summer

But with the absence of Kanzaki, the future looks uncertain for AKATSUKI.

Chapter Six:

Kuro: …Hey, ain’t Kanzaki actin’ a bit… Rash?

He’s got a diligent personality, so it’s no question he works hard. But, it’s also sorta surprisin’ just how many rumours that are out there cuz he’s studying so much.

Keito: It’s fine. I have already informed Anzu that there’s nothing to worry about.

But, I don’t get it. Someone like Kanzaki, who was so devoted to AKATSUKI’s activities, dropped it all in a bid to fixate on his studies instead. 

Kuro: I was pretty surprised too. Is the reason you’re all jittery because you’re so worried, Danna?

Keito: That isn’t it. I… believe in Kanazki’s will.

I did ask him if he had “any goals to fulfil at Yumenosaki,” which may have sparked this desire for learning in Kanzaki.

It seems that Kanzaki started studying out of his volition after learning about the university from Nito. All we can do now is believe in him, and wait.

But with the absence of Kanzaki, the future looks uncertain for AKATSUKI.

If me and you, Kiryuu, are not good enough to sustain ourselves in the current entertainment industry, our story will come to an end.

Now that we are in the aftermath of the ES Project, we, as AKATSUKI, still have a chance, but the veterans are bound to get serious sooner or later too.

And there's the possibility this will all work out in a way neither of us want it to.

They’ll surely maximise this situation for their own benefit. That was, of course, AKATSUKI’s old tactic.

Kuro: Well, ya ain’t wrong, but—

Is this really it?

Y’kno, it’s only been recently that I’ve been able ta work as part of AKATSUKI without any worries. To throw it all away just seems like a waste, ain’t it?

Kanzaki’s irreplaceable as a member of AKATSUKI. For him to take a break, like Nito, would be a big blow, wouldn’t it?

And anyways, RythLink is a pretty established agency. Newcomers are for sure making big waves, but AKATSUKI’s style is already way too similar to the veterans that we only get small jobs.

And it’s not like I’m too picky ‘bout jobs…

But from what you’re sayin’, Hasumi-dana, there’s a chance these veterans will steal our own jobs.

Right now,  if we were to suspend our activities until Kanzaki’s ready—we might not be able ta continue as we once did before.

Keito: Obviously, I also feel distressed about that.

AKATSUKI doesn’t receive many requests, especially in relation to “traditional” style, and AKATSUKI’s situation isn’t so solid compared to the other newcomers.

…But. I had a history of using AKATSUKI for my own benefit. Just because I’m free now, that doesn’t mean that I can prevent my ego from getting a hold of me like in the past.

Even you, Kiryuu, wouldn't want to trample all over Kanzaki’s will.

Kuro: So what yer sayin’, is that if you had to weigh what’s more important, Kanzaki or AKATSUKI, you would choose Kanzaki.

Keito: Now you’re taking it to an extreme. I didn’t say that.

I cherish AKATSUKI, but that is only because the three of us want to be “AKATSUKI.” To change the formation of the unit members, I’m in opposition to it.

Kuro: …

…Heh, hahaha! ♪

Keito: What’s with the laugh. You’re weirding me out.

Are you testing me or something? This isn’t anything like you Kiryuu—

Kuro: Nah, it’s my bad. Forget about it.

It’s just, it’s so you, Danna. You decide on something, and don’t care for what it’s gonna look like to others.

No, not just you Danna, but Kanzaki too. I wonder where he gets it from… ♪

There’s more pathways to take than there are people in this world. But ya could also stop walking, and have a life where you devote yourself to fulfilling the goals of the people around you instead.

…But I think I’ve got it now. Danna, you want Kanzaki ta live a life of freedom, ta not be dragged down with the agendas of the people around him. 

Keito: …So, that’s what you think. Frankly, I wasn’t really thinking that far ahead.

Well, in anycase, we must protect Kanzaki’s will and watch over him while he studies. In the meantime, we must make sure AKATSUKI’s activities do not make him lose focus.

Kuro: That’s right. With Kanzaki working hard, I can’t just sit here and doze off. We’ll have to take these problems head on, so when he comes back it’s a warm welcome ♪

Keito: Aah, well we don’t know what Kanzaki’s choice is going to be, but we have to consider all possible possibilities—

…Hm? Looks Like I’ve got mail. Is this from the program director I met with recently?

We have a guest appearance scheduled for next month, but it’s postponed because of a “veteran idol project” coming up… huh?

Kuro: Haha, speak of the devil.

Thinking about doing a makeup job, without Kanzaki?

Keito: That’s right. The opportunity presents itself, so let’s face this battle of tactics head on. 

Working with you like this, Kiryuu, it’s not a bad feeling. Compared to what disasters happened at Yumenosaki before Kanzaki joined us, these current problems are nothing.

…So then, Kiryuu?

Kuro: Aah, alright. We ain’t got a choice, we’ve gotta protect AKATSUKI in Kanzaki’s stead, yeah?

Even if he chooses a different path, he still needs a place to come back to.

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the second & fourth weekend

Summary: For just a few minutes every other week, they get to be a family of three...again.

Pairing: PH! A!Bakugo x QL! O!Midoriya

Word Count: 1996

Warnings: A/B/O/ Dynamics. Divorce. Light Angst. 

AN: I might write a follow-up with a happy ending, but I’m unsure. 

Izuku smiled, lavender filled their bedroom as Bakugo pulled him closer against his chest. The Omega’s positioned between his partner’s legs as the Alpha gently rubbed his baby bump.

“What about Kou?”

Bakugo nuzzled his nose into Izuku’s neck, brushing lightly against one of his scent glands, “nah.”

The pair found out today that they were expecting a little baby boy, causing the Omega to all but demand they pick out a name immediately.

“Well, we can’t just call him pup.” Izuku sighed.

The Alpha hummed, “I like Izuku,”

He rolled his eyes, “what about Haru? Since spring can symbolize a new start and this is a new adventure for us.”

The blonde released his own pheromones – cinnamon swirled with lavender, but didn’t overpower it. “It’s perfect. Like his mama.”

The Omega leaned further back, smiling as strong arms wrapped a bit tighter around him, nose still pressed against his neck. The moment was perfect. They were happy, their pup was healthy and now had a name, nothing could ruin things, but then Izuku’s thoughts started to spiral. He started to pick apart everything he just felt was perfect, overthinking quickly taking over his mind.

“Kacchan –” Izuku started to fidget with his hands, distress rippled off his shoulders.

Bakugo slid out from behind him, making sure they were face-to-face, wrapping his large hands around smaller ones. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“What if,” he sniffled, tears ran down his freckled cheeks, “what if he’s like me?”

The Alpha didn’t know what his husband meant, of course he wanted their pup to be like him. Izuku’s kind, generous, and forgiving (he knew from firsthand experience). The Omega gave his all to everything that he did and had been one of the greatest things to happen to him. He told all of this to Izuku, reassuring him just how amazing their pup, their Haru, would be if he was anything like his dam.

“What if he’s quirkless? Or an Omega?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but loud enough to be heard.

The ash blonde tried to get his thoughts together, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly because nothing seemed like the right thing to say. Sure he had thought about it, thought about the various possibilities, but regardless of how things could turn out, he just wanted their pup to be happy and healthy.

“Several Omegas have become pro heros, many of them have powerful quirks, but what if he’s both…like me? You wouldn’t be able to pass your agency to him or be a father-son duo. Not to mention if he’s a quirkless Alpha, everyone will think your genes were wasted.” Izuku words all trailed quickly after one another, thankfully the Alpha was used to the greenette’s muttering that he could easily keep up. “It will be said that you should have gotten with someone with a powerful quirk, with someone that had more to offer your pups. Someone like Shoto, he’s the ideal Omega afterall, not me. Not some quirkless Omega who can only give you pups with weak or no quirks at all.”

It wasn’t uncommon for magazines or fan sites to hold polls for best Alpha/Omega within the pro-hero sphere and the same goes for people pairing certain heroes together or shipping them as many of their fans called it. So of course, being within the Top Five, Bakugo’s name was frequently involved and the Omega he was constantly paired with: Todoroki Shoto. The Alpha had always hated the polls and shipping, always found it more annoying than anything else especially when it interfered with patrols having fans try to get perfectly timed photos of two heroes they like together. But he hated them even more now hearing his mate’s insecurities wrapped around those stupid polls.

Bakugo pulled Izuku into his chest, trying his best to calm his Omega, but he already knew once he got something stuck in his head, it was difficult to just pull him out. As much as he hated it, there was nothing he could do about what fans said and their PR teams swore they were innocent and not hurting anyone. How could they say that when Izuku reeked of distress, worrying about what a bunch of shitty extras thought?

“I don’t know exactly how you feel,” the blonde ran his fingers through green curls, “but what I do know is that no matter what his sub-gender is, whether or not he has a quirk, he’ll be a perfect fit in our little family.”

“You really think so?” Izuku sniffled, teary emerald eyes looked up into carmine ones.

He placed a kiss on his forehead, “I know so.”

* * * “Mama?” Haru calls from the backseat.

“Yes, Haru.”

“Will Papa like my boots?” The three year-old pup gleefully kicks his feet, wearing the yellow rainboots Grandma Inko gave him a few weeks ago. He fell in love with them, wears them regardless of the weather and Izuku has had to slip them off after Haru’s fallen asleep.

“I think he’ll love them.” Izuku looks in the rearview mirror and can’t help but smile as he looks at their son. He really is the perfect mix of the two of them: messy blonde curls, red eyes and freckles that dance across his skin.

Their destination is only a short 30 minutes from their house, one they make every second and fourth weekend of the month, but it always flies by with his pup in the car. Maybe it’s because much like his dam, he rambles off a million things that cross his mind or questions he comes up with. Or maybe it’s from the memories he’s thrown into when his emerald green eyes meet the carmine red ones in the backseat.

The car is barely in park when he hears the pup trying to undo the car seat buckle. He’s starting to whine, crocodile tears in his eyes as he frantically kicks at the back of the passenger’s seat. It’s said that Haru gets his flair for dramatics from his dam. “Mama, want out!”

Izuku tries to unbuckle the three-year-old but ends up kicked in the arm before he lets out a deep breath. “Haru, stop.” The Omega’s voice is firm, but still tender as he releases lavender scented pheromones to calm him; Haru stops and wipes his eyes with his tiny fists.

Once the eager pup is free from the restraints, he tries to scramble out of the car. Izuku gives him a stern look before lifting him out of the car, telling him to wait there while he reaches across the seat to grab his bags.

“Papa! Papa!” The pup, clearly already having forgotten his dam’s instructions, races off when he sees spiky blonde hair walking toward the car. Haru lets out a high pitched squeal as his face is peppered with kisses, the pup lets out sweet peppermint pheromones uncontrollably. He’s only weeks shy of his fourth birthday which is going to be a big one for the pup. Not only will he (hopefully) manifest a quirk, but he’ll also present, though Izuku’s almost certain he’s an Omega.

“I missed you, buddy!” Katsuki presses his nose into the pup’s curls, taking in his scent. He just got back from an overseas mission that got extended by two weeks, meaning it’s the first time he’s seen his pup in a little over a month.

“Missed Mama too?” Blonde curls brush the bottom of Katsuki’s jaw as red doe-eyes look up at him innocently.

The Alpha is used to his son catching him off guard with various questions at any moment, but this leaves him frozen. Carmine eyes darts to Izuku who seems to be handling the question better than he is – but that’s nothing new. The Omega has always been the calm to his storm.

Of course he missed Izuku, misses him, present tense actually, but he can’t say that. Not aloud for little ears to hear and ask too many questions that he doesn’t have the answers to. He’s the one who agreed to the divorce after all.

The blonde Alpha watched the stress that being with a Top Three Pro Hero caused his Omega. Saw how the baseless rumors and tabloid articles chipped away at the embodiment of sunshine. He watched the love of his life turn into someone he didn’t know, didn’t recognize, and how he slowly withdrew into himself. So when the Omega asked to end things, asked for them to find a way to raise Haru together in a healthier environment, he signed the paperwork immediately.

“Mama missed Papa!”

It’s Izuku’s turn to panic, he glances between Haru and Katsuki, a soft smile on his lips. Yes, he does miss his – the Alpha; he was all of Izuku’s firsts and more after all. Divorce always makes a situation sound dirty, instantly filling the atmosphere with thoughts of infidelity, loss of love or maybe even hatred.

That isn’t the case for those two, no, they love each other as much as they did after Katsuki’s awkward high school confession at their graduation. They still love each other in the same tender way they had the first night they breathlessly said ‘I love you’ as they clung to each other under shared bed sheets.

But sometimes love isn’t enough, sometimes love can be suffocating or act more like a simple bandage on an opened wound. For the pair, the timing just isn’t working anymore, their polarizing lifestyles no longer blend together, but divide them like oil and water.

“Haru,” Izuku calls out, clearing his throat so the crack in his voice is masked. “Give Mama a kiss so you and Papa can go play.”

The pup starts to squirm in his sire’s arms to be let down and once he is, he rushes into Izuku’s legs. His Mama squats down, wrapping his arms around the young boy, scenting him which just causes Haru to whine that he’s too old to be scented like a “baby”. Izuku just giggles, sending him back to Katsuki.

The Omega hands Katsuki Haru’s overnight bag and tiny backpack, familiar fingers grazing each other during the exchange. Time stops, carmine eyes lock onto emerald ones, both filled with pleas to go back, back to when their pup was first born and Izuku caught Katsuki crying over how little his hands were. To go back to when Haru said his first words and when he started walking and the Alpha blew up the plastic truck the pup had tripped on.

For those few minutes, the three feel like a family again, not that either will say it aloud. Nor will they admit just how hard it is not to fall back into each other’s arms. Katsuki’s the first to break eye contact, he always does because if he doesn’t he won’t be able to let the Omega go again. He’d pull him tightly in his arms and take his family far away, to a place where they can just be Katsuki and Izuku, where all that matters is how much they love each other.

It had been wishful thinking on both their parts to think that the world outside of their family and friends would be so accepting of their relationship, of their dynamic. Society still holds a lot of prejudice to things they don’t understand like how some are quirkless and how quirkless genes mix with powerful quirks – so it comes to no surprise that their relationship is under scrutiny. Maybe in some alternative universe, some dimension where quirks aren’t a thing, things could be different.

“See you Sunday.” Izuku’s words pull the Alpha from his thoughts, a hint of longing tangled within them.

“Yeah. Sunday.” Reality crashes back into him as he swallows the lump in his throat, as he watches the greenette wave at him and their pup before leaving. Call him a cliche, but it never gets easier to watch a piece of his heart drive away.

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#my hero academia #boko no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudeku #bakugo x izuku #bakudeku angst #tw divorce #tw light angst #alpha bakugou #omega izuku

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Perks of Being A Multilinguist

A/N: just a ‘crack taken seriously’ concept with Sam’s ability to speak different languages. based on a quote that goes ‘if we got caught, i’m deaf and you don’t speak english’. however, the latter is mainly featured. also i’m sorry if I got the spanish wrong or anything. i’m willing to accept any critique regarding it. just catching up and written for @samtember2022.^^

Word Count: 570

TW: None

Prompt: Day 8 - Foreign Languages

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There was a sense of relief whenever he learned to speak in a different language. Different from his own. To be satisfied with a plethora of new words and sentences in his disposal. To be grateful for his determination (what others would refer as 'stubbornness') to achieve knowledge.

It helped him in more occasions than he could count. Whether on travelling to a different country to talk to a local or playing Duolingo, he considered it as one of his valuable skills.

Often, he mumbled complaints in other languages, so people wouldn't understand him. And it would be particularly handy whenever he got into trouble. . .

Such as this situation, where both him and a teammate were stuck in Bucharest. Yelena had warned him about how their alibis weren't friendly. They had been hiding in a warehouse, only to find themselves in a trap. They had been knocked out and locked up in a room, where they had to wait for their captors. They were tied up in tight chains, which didn't allow them enough room to move.

If any of his other teammates weren't so busy, they would have joined him. Or if he knew how to pick a lock, they would continue their mission.

Joaquin and Sam were supposed to break into a Serpent Society base, only to trip an alarm system. Good thing, they didn't have their uniforms because they still could pretend to be someone else. And Sam had his hoodie obscuring parts of his face.

"What do we do?" Joaquin asked in visible distress. He squirmed against his back. "They're probably gonna interrogate us!"

"Just pretend we can't understand English," Sam mumbled.

Joaquin's brows went up. "Cap. . . that's. . . Are you sure it's a good idea?"

"I don’t know but we gotta try," he answered.

"What's going on here?" a gravelly voice asked.

"Lo siento, te has equivocado de personas," Sam piped up.

Joaquin's eyes widened as if he didn't expect it.

"Huh? What do ya mean?" a man in a disgustingly bright green suit asked, scanning him.

"Déjanos ir, bufón."

"Speak English, I can't understand ya!"

Typical American, he thought, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Señor, no se puede."

The henchman growled, shaking his head. "Of course, we kidnapped the wrong damn people. Viper's not gonna like the sound of it."

"¿Por qué tardas tanto? ¿Tienes miedo de mí?"

When Sam watched Joaquin swallow, he heard a set of footfalls going towards them. The henchmen pulled a key out of his pocket.

"Okay, you wanna get out? Fine, you can leave." The henchman unlocked their chains, letting it down. "Turns out we've got the wrong people."

With a nod, Sam beckoned Joaquin to get out of there.

In hindsight, they should have brought photostatic veils with them. It might be a lot more handier since it would provide cover for them.

Joaquin let out a sigh of relief. "Phew, we can continue our mission without disturbance. Speaking of missions. . . Do you think that guard understood a word of what you said?"

"Nah, I doubt that," Sam answered cheekily with a shrug. "And now he's probably gonna face the wrath of his boss."

"Figured that's the case." Joaquin burst out with a laugh, pressing a hand over his chest.

"You're lucky I can speak multiple languages," Sam murmured with a wink.

"Si, Captain," Joaquin replied, barely stifling a snort.

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Line without a Hook: Chapter 1 (Warphy)

Radio silence. Just that for what is now 6 months 1 week and 4 days, not knowing anything from Limbo, just silence. Warren had been staying at Cooper’s for a wile now (as a friend), but the others would stop by sometimes and ask if they knew anything, 10k and Addy always said that they were probably having a month's long rave and wouldn’t answer. Doc would always be worried that what if their radio got damaged at a party or something, and they couldn’t call in. Cooper wasn’t bothered by the silence, he never really liked when Murphy would call in and basically praise Warren for anything really, like when she managed to plant Z weed back in February. Warren was just worried, she wondered what was happening, “Why hasn’t he called in!” she yelled at her radio, Cooper just looked at her annoyed “he’s probably getting drunk with the blends” Cooper mumbled looking up from his book, Warren snapped her head to look at Cooper “you really don’t care?! what if Zona got his ass or got Sun Mei’s brain? then what!” she asked, looking incredulously at the man. Cooper didn’t even sound a bit sorry when he said “not too much, if he was in danger he would have sent one of the blends…” he waved off, then the radio went on “WARREN! WARREN! WE GOT A BIT OF AN EMERGENCY OVER HERE! GET HERE QUICK, CHIEF!” It was Doc. “Shit! what now…”

By the time that they got to Newmerica, Doc came running out the gate, “Warren! you need to get in here! oh, hey Cooper” he greeted, yanking Warren by her arm and dragging her to a small but sturdy house, “this is Red n 10k’s place” he quickly explained as he swung the door open. She would have never guessed what was in the house, she recognized a little girl Blend hugging an unknown boy blend, he looked only a year or two older than her, and the 2 things she was most surprised about was that Wesson and another lady blend were there. But when she looked closer she realized they were dead “w-what happened?” she asked 10k who was looking at the lady blend’s corpse “Bad Men, Bad Men took the blend’s” answered instead the little boy blend, Warren kneeled down to his level and asked “Honey, can you tell me what happened and your name?” in the calmest voice possible, the little boy nodded and handed her a cassette recorder, Murphy’s cassette recorder, “I’m Jacques, she’s Cassidy. The bad men got in Limbo, and started hurting the blends, Murphy told us to run, give Addy the brain, and get Roberta Warren” he mumbled and sat down on the floor. Warren didn’t even ask, but she pressed the play button on the cassette recorde, “*silence*” Warren looked towards the kid, but he held up a finger and said “shh”, so she looked back at the cassette player “WARREN THESE CRAZY DUDES STARTED TAKING OVER LIMBO, I’M SENDING WESSON, MELODY, AND SOME KIDS OVER THERE WITH SUN MEI’S BRAIN, BUT I THINK WESSON AND MELODY ARE HURT, HURRY UP BECAUSE I DON’T THINK THE BLENDS CAN HANDLE THIS!”. Chaos, that was sounded in the background of Murphy’s distressed voice, that and the screams of blends that Warren was so terrified to hear. Warren stood there shaking, “were Wesson and Melody already dead when they got here?” she asked 10k who looked a bit out of it, “nah, Wesson was mortally wounded and melody was already dead, Wesson got to the gate, passed out, and he died last night in his sleep” he answered, looking as if he was trying to shake something off him, Addy emerged from the kitchen holding a tray with multiple steaming mugs, looking quite pissed, “Ok first, why is it that every time we start to get some peace and quiet Murphy just fucking gets abducted by some rich people or weirdos, and second, who the hell is going to go get Murphy” she asked handing the two small kids a pair of mugs and then putting the tray on the floor, “And for your information, I ain’t going” she added sitting next to the little boy, Red and Doc were going to raise their hand but 10k quickly pulled them both down, Warren just shook her head and said “None of you are going to get Murphy, he sent for me, and I’m going to look for him” Cooper suddenly sat up from his seat “Why?!” he asked getting excessively close to Warrens face, Cassidy suddenly tried to pull his leg as if to move him, “No get close to Warren, wannabe cowboy!” she yelled in a very small voice to Cooper, Warren was a bit shocked that the little girl knew that word but then she remembered that she was around Murphy a lot, “I’m the only one that can find him, he was able to find me when I went missing” she explained, “They share body fluids you know, but not in a R rated way” added Doc from behind her. Warren would normally laugh at the joke, but this time she didn’t, not when Murphy was missing for so long. “only I’m going and that’s final!” she announced to the group. Everyone ,except Cooper, nodded.

#i worked way too hard on this #this took longer than it should have #like two months longer #warphy #warren x murphy #warren #roberta warren #murphy #alvin murphy #z nation #murphy and warren #warren and murphy #please have mercy #this is my first fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #first fanfic #fandom #im sorry #this is my new hyperfixation #z nation fandom #fyp

[akiiyamashun]

[ STEADY ]:  sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them. ( your choice of verse ! )

pinned against a wall prompts . accepting

They had been out for some games of pool and darts, as well as a couple of drinks  - although Daigo’s had been of the non-alcoholic variety, as expected. In respect to his friend’s sobriety, Akiyama chose to default to some oolong tea for the evening as well, ignoring the ex-chairman when he said to be absolutely fine with the loan shark picking whatever beer he wanted from the menu. In fact, the moneylender had huffed indignantly at the older man’s suggestion - as if he was going to give Daigo more ammunition for darts by being drunk and woozy. 

The Sixth Chairman of the Tojo had been questioned by some people during his rule - but never in relation to how sharp his aim had been.

But even with his senses perfectly preserved, the younger male just was no match for any sort of competition that required precision with one’s hands. Daigo won round after round in-between sips of iced tea and snacks, and at some point Akiyama just gave up - there was no use trying to beat the guy, and the moneylender accepted that his energy would be best used by trying to win at least some of his dignity back once they switched to pool.

Ordinarily, they wouldn’t have stayed at the bar so long - but their wives had expressively forbidden both of them to return home before they were given authorization to do so. Melissa and Azumi had monthly gatherings either at the Dojima residence or the heiress’ place, and Yayoi had the kids for the entire weekend - on such evenings, the boys were kicked out without an ounce of regret, and threatened with cruel punishment if they disobeyed their better halves.

(Majima had actually howled when he learned of that tradition - particularly at the idea of Melissa practically forcing Daigo to be homeless for an evening to get him to spend time with anyone else that he did not share a bed or a workspace with.)

“I think I’ve been humiliated enough for tonight, Dojima. We’re taking this to the pool table now - you’re not my wife to walk all over me like that with no consequence,” Akiyama mentioned with a grin, and laughed at Daigo’s facial expression following his commentary. Despite the fact that the loan shark and the heiress had been married for almost a year now, the ex-yakuza sometimes still looked like he needed help processing that dalliance born during the time he had been out of the country.

“Sometimes I wonder if you say these things as part of some psychological warfare agenda,” Daigo murmured while they picked up their drinks and snacks and changed location, but he had a slight smile on his lips. Despite Melissa’s best efforts over the years, the former chairman still tended to blush or react in what was an endearing way when people behaved boldly around him. It made such an easy target for Akiyama - it was hard to resist poking Daigo.

“Nah, it’s not that complex, Daigo-kun. I just want to go home with a few bragging rights, you know. I have some pride, after all,” the moneylender explained with a chuckle, looking around for his phone - and realizing he had left it behind near the darts area. Akiyama asked for a moment and went back, picking up his mobile and checking some of the notifications on his screen - there was nothing yet from the girls, only a few alerts from some newspapers, a text from Elise’s manager updating him on a new girl and a couple of e-mails. One of them was from a client and not important, but the other one...

All of a sudden, Akiyama froze - his eyes went wide and he clutched the device on his hand with such strength that it ended up ejected from his hand and hitting the floor, making enough noise to draw Daigo’s attention. The ex-chairman thought it was a prank of sorts - until the moneylender visibly wobbled and the older male ran up to him, promptly holding Akiyama and preventing a fall by gently steering him to the nearest wall.

“Shun? Are you alright?” Daigo asked with genuine concern, uncaring for the weird stares coming from another part of the bar and trying to understand what could have happened to impact the loan shark so strongly. He didn’t dare move to pick up the phone - but fortunately Akiyama recovered, turning around with an astonished look on his face and then finding the strength to place a hand over the ex-chairman’s shoulder in return, the weight showing that the moneylender was fully conscious and aware of his gestures.

“They approved it.”

“I’m not sure I follow...?” Daigo’s retort was gentle, but his expression was confused; Akiyama’s words were not making sense, but the younger male suddenly burst into laughter, the support of the wall no longer required - instead, he propelled himself forward and hugged the ex-yakuza, the gesture being out of the blue but coming from such an obvious source (and a trusted one) that it didn’t startle Daigo - only mystified the ex-chairman who was now the one freezing in place.

“The agency, Daigo! I’m going to be a father - we’re adopting the twins I told you about!” the moneylender moved back when the hug was over, and the ex-chairman’s visage cleared up - ah! So that’s what he was referring to - adoption was always a complicated and long process in Japan, particularly an international one, and he had been following the shared struggles of Akiyama and Azumi to a degree.

Fatherhood had once been something that scared the older male - but now he had been doing it for some time, he couldn’t imagine his life without his kids. Daigo sincerely wished the same happiness for Akiyama, and it showed in how the ex-yakuza then chose to return the hug, sincerely congratulating the loan shark for such an important milestone of his life and offering him a broad, infectious grin when they finally parted.

“Congratulations, Shun. You’ll be a great father, I’m sure of it.”

“You really think so?” the moneylender chuckled, scratching the back of his head and looking momentarily embarrassed with the praise - it was hard to throw Akiyama off his constant charm, but Daigo had just managed to do it. However, it was a short-lived achievement; the loan shark’s gaze softened and he nodded, the gesture looking almost solemn for his standards, “Thanks, Daigo-kun. It does mean a lot coming from you.”

#iii. answered #sixthxchairman #dyn. (daigo - the chairman) #have some mainverse bois! #the idea seemed cute x)

[barleyo]

Rental Slut.

Montgomery Gator X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hello everyone! I know this took awhile, but I really put my all into it, so I hope it exceeded, or at least met your expectations. Thank you all for being so patient with me.

Summary: Fazbear Entertainment is now catering to a more mature audience! Lucky you!

Fazbear Entertainment. A household name, yes? Of course! Everyone remembers playing games and eating pizza at their earlier establishments and watching performances at the current one, but even the memories the company created couldn’t save them from losing profits. Things were going downhill quickly and nobody really knew what to do to help. Until one bright and somewhat disturbing employee came up with the idea to rent the new Glamrock Animatronics out for more ‘adult’ occasions. Really it wasn’t a bad idea, the sex appeal of the robots might’ve been what saved the iconic company from its all time low.

Every Friday to Sunday after 10:00 p.m. the animatronics were sent to their green rooms to get ready for their more mature customers. Although not many people were extremely interested in having intimate time with mechanical sex toys, the people that were, paid a lot to live out their fantasies. Some did it for fun, some as a fetish, some as a dare. Whatever the reason, it was costly, and Fazbear Entertainment profited from it.

Considering all of this, it was a pretty obvious choice for things like bachelorette parties, one of which you were attending. Your best friend was soon to be married, and wanted to have some unconstrained fun. The answer to that? Fucking an anthropomorphic robot character loved by millions.

Once your group had arrived at the PizzaPlex, you were starting to get nervous. You’d mostly tagged along to support the bride-to-be, and to not be seen as a stick in the mud, but being there brought on a layer of shame. Wouldn’t it be weird to do ‘stuff’ with a hunk of metal? What if someone you knew found out? What if this turned into a fetish?!

You tried to calm yourself down while entering the building, but your anxiety was very obvious.

“Hey,” one of your friends chimed in, noticing your distress, “it’s not a big deal, (Y/N). It’s just for fun! You don’t even have to do anything, really if you want you can just stay at the bar and drink.”

“Nah it’s fine, I guess it could interesting, and besides, I don’t wanna ruin the fun,” you said.

You all had reached the front desk and were admitted into the lobby. Nobody else was walking around except for a girl heading into Chica’s room, so at least no one you knew was there.

“Alright we’re going to that hot ass bear’s room, are you joining or just hanging out?” Another one of your friends asked.

“I think I’ll wait for y’all to finish and sit at the bar,” you replied apologetically.

She nodded and joined the others while you took your seat at the makeshift tavern. The map bot turned bartender rolled over to your stool. How naïve of you to think you’d get much human interaction here in the first place. After placing your order with ‘bar bot’ you swiveled around in your chair, looking around the PizzaPlex. All of the rooms had curtains covering the windows, most likely for privacy, except for one: Montgomery’s. He was looking away from the window, zoning out completely. Really he looked bored. Maybe lonely? Either way, the expression on his face was enough to draw you in.

What an allusive creature he seemed to be. He was aggressive, loud, and quite intimidating. He wasn’t necessarily a fan favorite, but you thought he was at the very least the most interesting and the most attractive, in an aesthetic way. It’s not like you had the hots for a gator.

Either way, you felt yourself stand up, completely abandoning your drink. A few steps later and you found yourself standing in front of his door. You felt awkward just standing there, what kind of creep just hangs out in front of someone’s door?

Swallowing your pride, you knocked on his door. You reasoned with yourself, it was fine. You were only going to check in on him, maybe even have a chat while you waited for your friends to finish up? You could practically hear the crisp thwack of his head turning to look in the direction of your knocking.

“Hm? Come on in,” he grunted, it was obvious he wasn’t expecting any visitors tonight.

You entered, holding your breath. Each step caused you to be more embarrassed, any closer and you would simply have to turn around and run away. You stopped a foot or so away from him, resisting eye contact while mumbling a greeting.

“Hello? You okay, darlin’?” he questioned, wondering why you were just standing and muttering like a weirdo.

“Huh? I’m…I’m sorry,” you started, “I didn’t mean to bother you, I’ll go.”

He snorted, he wasn’t used to such timid visitors this time of night. You’d be a fun change of pace.

“Aw, don’t go. You think a cutie like you could ever bother me any?” He teasingly asked.

“No it’s not that, I just,” you paused “I just wanted to stay with you until my friends are ready to leave. Is that okay?”

“I don’t mind at all. What a sweet lil’ thing you are,” he gushed.

You shuffled over and sat down, sitting as far away from him as possible. This was most definitely noticed by him. After a few minutes of suffering the distance, he slowly moved over to close the gap between you two.

He fake yawned and stretched, allowing his arms to raise and fall over the back of the couch, close to where your shoulders were.

What a sly dog he was.

He slid his arm lower and lower until it was was wrapped around your lower back. His hand’s coldness sent shivers through your body.

“Oh, you poor thing. You’ll catch your death of cold, shivering like that,” he murmured.

He picked you up and sat you in his lap, curling you up into his chest. His chest-plate was warm, but not nearly as warm as your face was getting.

“That better, Cher?”

All you could do was nod as the heat from your core and face increased. He turned you around on his lap so that you were looking at the window, and each of your legs were on a different side of his right one, and wrapped his arms around your waist, bordering your needy cunt.

He started humming and slowly bouncing his leg. The vibrations from his movement was enough to completely trigger you. You needed to do something about your sudden urges.

You started to slowly move you hips in little circles to match the rhythm of his leg, just enough to offer yourself some relief. Luckily, the small sounds you allowed to slip past your lips were covered up by his mindless humming.

After a minute or two he saw what you were doing and smirked. He thought to ignore it and let you keep going, but the opportunity to embarrass you was too tempting.

“And just what are you doing?” He questioned in a smug tone.

You immediately stopped as tears of embarrassment pricked your eyes. Your face burned up and you looked down at the floor in slight shame.

“No, it was nothing, I didn’t mean to-,”

“Pipe down, you little Jezebel, I didn’t tell you to stop,” he interrupted.

You hesitated for a second, still flustered, but decided to continue at your previous pace.

Without his humming, there was nothing to hide your desperate moans. You started grinding into his hardened thigh, speeding up ever so slightly when you heard him groan at the sight of you.

He let his hands travel up your shirt and slice your bra off with his nails. He then took your boobs into his hands, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.

This only added to your internal fire and made you pant like a dog.

“You like that, huh?” He said, obviously amused.

You whined in return, “It feels so good.”

He snorted and leaned in to lick your neck with his slick tongue. Hearing your breath hitch only egged him on. He bit into your neck, deep enough to leave a mark. You gently sobbed out at the sudden puncture on your throat.

He lifted his head up and laughed.

“Aw, Sha, did that hurt? However will I make this up to you?”

He grabbed your hips and stopped your movements completely. You whined at the lack of friction on your cunt.

“Oh, hush. You’re getting something better anyways,” he snapped.

He lifted you up and sat you down on the couch, prying your legs open as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed the back of your legs to anchor himself properly.

“Monty, what are you doing on the-“ you asked before you were interrupted by him quickly licking the folds of your pussy. Your legs briefly shook as you adjusted to the feeling.

“Yeah, how about that? Y’like that?” He smugly asked.

“Please,” you started, “can you keep going?”

He didn’t reply, but let his tongue run over your clit, stopping every once in awhile to lick a stripe over your leaking cunt.

You threw your head back in pleasure, releasing all the pent up moans from your throat.

After a few minutes, your hips started bucking and your legs opened further. Taking notice of this, Monty retracted his claws and thrusted two of his fingers into your already overstimulated core. He forced them in and out in a messy rhythm, curling them inside of you.

You clenched around his thick fingers and came on them, panting and furrowing your eyebrows as you rode out your orgasm.

“You look like such a cute slut with my fingers in you,” Monty snickered.

You couldn’t catch your breath in time to respond to him, and him pushing you down on the couch didn’t help.

“It’s a good thing you’re already worked up, right slut?” He asked in a patronizing tone.

“You’re so mean to me,” you retorted in a fake hurt voice.

“Oh, I’ll show you mean.”

He pressed his pelvic plate, releasing a thick, veiny dick. It was leaking a pre-cum like substance.

He lifted both of your legs over his shoulders and slid into your tight hole. You clenched around him, leaving him groaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, gonna milk me dry, yeah?” He moaned and quicken his pace.

“Mhm, yes! Feels so nice,” you said.

His thrusts got stronger and his groans got more and more filthy. Your walls were clenching on his cock repeatedly as you took him deeper inside of you.

“God damn, I’m close, Sha. This little cunt is so perfect,” he cooed.

“Please keep going,” you whined, “I’m close too.”

He mercilessly pounded into you, feeling your walls spasm on his cock only made him go faster and faster. The room filled with lewd squelching noises.

You reared up on your orgasm and could feel a pressure build up in your stomach. You finally released after Monty roared and shot his synthetic ropes of cum into you.

He fell down next to you and huffed out.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you,” you shyly said after a few moments of silence.

“No problem at all, darlin’. I’m glad I got to stay with your cute ass,” he purred.

He stood up and stretched, then helped you gather your things a get ready to leave. Just as you were about to walk out and find your friends, Monty called out for you.

“Hey, Y/N. Before you leave, I just want you to know the curtains were open that entire time,” he grinned.

You immediately blushed and cursed your luck.

You felt him creep up on you, slap your ass and send you off.

“Come back soon, yeah? I’ll see you next time, you little exhibitionist.”

#Fnaf #fnafxreader #fnaf security breach #smutfic #lemon #montgomerygator #barleyxnighteye #monty gator #monty x reader

[two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat]

Puppy Princess (Ruggie)

To you, Ruggie’s just your boyfriend’s goofy friend. But to him, you were the center of his universe, and had no idea.

pretty much just 2k words of Ruggie pining over Leona’s significant other and telling no one.

SFW, gn!reader, pining, unrequited love, angst

link to the song this was based on

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If there was one thing that Ruggie Bucchi was one-hundred percent sure of, a fact that he would unconditionally defend at this point in his 17-year-old life, it was that he was the one who’d met you first. Not Jack, not Leona—you met them because he introduced you to them, actually—it was him.

Even if he had only beaten Leona by a measly two minutes, that was two minutes where he was the only Savanaclaw boy that existed to you.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. As a matter of fact, to him, it might as well have been—he replayed that scene in his head over and over again every night as he laid awake in bed.

It had been the second day of school and, as per usual, he was running errands for Leona when he bumped into you. Quite literally.

“Ow!” All the books he’d been carrying had tumbled from his arms with a succession of noisy thuds. He began picking it up, muttering angrily. “Geez, watch where you’re going.”

He’d expected his comment to go unanswered. Most people at Night Raven would have just kept walking, leaving him to clean up the mess.

“I’m sorry!” You’d said, distressed. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry.”

He froze, ears perking up with interest. Did he hear that correctly? Did you just… apologize to him? Not only that, but as he stared, you quickly knelt down to help him pick up his books.

You offered a small stack to him with a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” you’d said again. Ruggie had said nothing, still trying to process. That, and he suddenly became aware of the fact that he had never seen you before—if he had, he’d remember, because you were insanely fucking hot.

He realized he should probably respond, and he shook his head. “Nah, s’fine. I wasn’t watchin’, either.” Holy hell, what kind of response was that? Mediocrity at its finest, Ruggie, he thought, internally kicking himself. He fumbled for something else to say. “Thanks for helpin’.” Jesus F. Kennedy! That was hardly better!

Whatever he’d said, as mediocre and predictable it might have been, you’d still given him a soft smile and a gentle laugh. “Of course. It’s the least I could do.”

You stood up, and he followed suit. He couldn’t find it in himself to tear his eyes away from your face. Why were you so nice to look at? Hell, why were you so nice in general?

“Where are you headed with all of that, anyway?” You pointed to the sizable load of books he was carrying. He began to respond, but stopped; what should he tell you? He wasn’t about to tell you he was a servant for another student here, who knows what you’d think? And it’s not as if he can just offhandedly mention Leona—if you were new, you probably wouldn’t know him.

“My friend,” he finally decided. That wasn’t a lie, right? “I’m takin’ them over to my friend.”

You smiled, and he could’ve sworn he went into cardiac arrest for a moment. “Wow, you must be a really good friend, carrying all this stuff around for them.”

“I mean, I guess. It’s not that big of a deal.” He chuckled, brushing it off, but was internally glowing at the praise.

He met your eyes. They were boring so deep into his he wouldn’t have been surprised if there were holes in the back of his head. And then he felt something. This spark, this sudden, jolting connection between the two of you, clicking together like tap shoes, or the unlocking of a door.

And you had this look on your face that told him that you’d felt it, too.

You began to say something, and Ruggie listened as if he were a sinner at the foot of a priest begging for atonement and he was hearing the word of God. But someone interrupted you before you could get a word out.

“Oi, Ruggie, what’s takin’ so long?” Never before had Ruggie been so aggravated to hear the gruff voice of Leona, who was walking up behind you. Ruggie peered around you to glare at him. You turned around, confused.

“I was just comin’,” Ruggie mumbled. “Put your claws back in.”

You turned to Ruggie. “Is this your friend?”

Ruggie’s ears flattened against his head. “Yeah. That’s Leona.”

“Ruggie, who’s this?” Leona asked, looking between the two of you. Ruggie opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly realized he didn’t know your name.

You answered for him. “I’m MC. I’m new. It’s my fault he’s late—I bumped into him in the hall and he dropped everything, so we had to pick everything up. Sorry.”

What were you doing? Were you crazy?! You were practically asking for Leona to bite your head off by admitting your fault so openly like that. You could’ve totally put all the blame on Ruggie, he’d get nothing worse than a slap on the wrist. But you didn’t know Leona, and there was no way he’d let any random student get away with something like that.

Ruggie hurried to correct your comment. “No, I was the one-”

“It’s fine.” Ruggie stopped mid-sentence at Leona’s words. Did he just say… ‘it’s fine’? Who was this man and what had he done with Leona?!

Leona turned his gaze to Ruggie. “Oi. Let me carry some of that.”

Ruggie blinked. He wasn’t sure he’d heard him correctly. First, he was accepting an apology from some stranger, and now he’s offering to help? Leona clicked his tongue at Ruggie’s hesitation, and scooped up the top half of the books, easily piling them onto one arm. He pointed his chin in the direction of the library.

“C’mon, let’s go.” His eyes flit to you. “You can come too, if you want.”

“Sure! It’s not like I have anything better to do,” you chirped.

Ruggie was dumbfounded. His brain was running a mile a minute just to wrap his head around what was happening. What was Leona doing? Is he going to try and blackmail you? Do something nice so you’d be in his debt? What could possibly be his ulterior motive for acting so out-of-character?

And then he saw it.

The look on Leona’s face as he looked at you. The same look that Ruggie was sure he’d been giving you himself just mere moments ago, like there was this electric fire ignited in his chest and begging to be poured out from all his senses. It seemed you’d had the exact same effect on Leona that you had on him.

Ruggie tried to analyze your expression; he saw the glowing smile that perhaps meant you’d taken an interest in Leona, too.

But that couldn’t be possible, right? You and Ruggie had had a connection. You clicked together perfectly, like you were made for each other. You were just as taken with him as he was taken with you, he saw it in your eyes.

Right?

He’d gotten his answer two weeks later when he found out you and Leona were dating. He’d never felt more like the mud beneath Leona’s shoe than in that moment, like he was the worthless hyena everyone said he was, that he had no chance of even finishing last because he couldn’t even get in the race.

Looking back on it, Ruggie supposed that he had only imagined that charmed glint in your eye when you’d met. He was only seeing what he wanted to see.

Half of him wishes he’d never met you at all. Then, you wouldn’t be making his chest ache like all of his ribs had caved in at once and were pressing on his lungs and his heart.

And the other half of him can’t stand the thought of a life where you didn’t exist.

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When Ruggie pulled open the door to the Savanaclaw dorm rooms after hearing a knock, he didn’t expect to see you standing there, wide-eyed and hopeful.

“Hi Ruggie!” You greeted him. He hoped his face wasn’t flushing too bad, but the heat on his neck told him otherwise.

“Hey,” he replied, awkward. “Here for Leona?”

That’s a stupid question, he thought to himself. Of course that’s why-

“I’m not, actually.” His heart skipped a beat. Had he heard you correctly? You weren’t here to see your boyfriend? Ruggie had a personal oath to not fantasize too much, but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. Could it be? If you weren’t here to see Leona, maybe, just maybe…

You were here to see him?

“Have you seen Jack anywhere?”

And just like that, his hopes crashed to the ground. He tried not to look too deflated as he forced a smile. “Yeah, he was out on the track last time I saw him.”

You grinned. Why did you have to be so damn bright? “Thank you so much, Ruggie! We have a test coming up in one of our classes, and Jack said he’d study with me.”

Of course. It made sense why you and Jack seemed so close, now; you were classmates, after all. And while Jack was a stubborn little ass, he really was a good guy.

Godammit, Jack.

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Ruggie had decided to spend his two weeks off from school doing what he always did; working. He’d snagged a cleaning job at a little restaurant down the street from his house, and when he wasn’t visiting with his Granny or play-wrestling the neighborhood kids, he was trying to scrape together every penny he could.

“Oh, my god, Ruggie?”

He looked up from the plate he was scrubbing food off of to see you, sitting in one of the restaurant booths with delighted shock.

Sitting across from Leona.

“It is you!” You leapt from your spot to peer over the counter into the back kitchen. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

Ruggie shrugged. “It’s just a part-time gig over break. What are you and his majesty doing out here, anyway?”

“Leona brought me along with him to see a bit of the Sunset Savannah.” You grinned. “I’m spending a few days here, since I don’t really have anywhere else to go but the school.”

Ruggie blanched. “You’re staying with his family?”

“Oh fuck no,” Leona stepped in, ears flattening. “Got a hotel room. Ain’t no way I’m opening up that can of worms with them until I absolutely have to.”

Ruggie tried to not think too much about the fact that you and Leona were staying in a hotel together. Alone.

You pouted. “It’s too bad, I really wanted to meet Cheka…”

“Trust me, you do not,” Leona replied.

Ruggie leaned in to whisper to you. “He’s just jealous because Cheka gets more bitches than him.”

“Oi, I heard that!”

You muffled your laugh with your hand and Ruggie grinned.

“You’re a funny guy, Ruggie, I’ve gotta hand it to you,” you remarked, still giggling a little bit.

Ruggie gulped. He was happy you thought he was funny, of course; any scrap of praise from you was a glass of cold water in the middle of the desert. But he also knew that that’s all he was to you.

The funny guy.

As you and Leona went on the rest of your date, Ruggie peered every so often over the counter to sneak a look at you. Every time he did, you were smiling, or looking at Leona as if he’d hung up all the stars in the sky, and he felt like he wanted to throw up a little, so he swore it’d be his last peek, and then he’d leave you alone.

This was a lie, of course. He only stopped stealing glances when the two of you left; Ruggie stuck in the kitchen washing your plates.

Ruggie was by no means an insecure person. He was proud of who he was, where he came from. He didn’t see anything wrong with being himself.

But right now, he’d just about give anything to be someone else.

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might make a part 2 if anyone’s interested

#osapost #twst #twisted wonderland #x reader #reader insert #gn reader #gender neutral reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #angst #light angst #pining #unrequited love #imagines

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

#mikey x male reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x male reader #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjirou x male reader #sano manjirou x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjirou #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno

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miscellaneous boba fett characterization details from the EU/legends

hey y’all! i had a rough day today, which means it’s time for me to share a bunch of various boba fett characterization details from the expanded universe! though i recognize that none of these are officially canon any longer, i figure they still might provide some inspiration to fic writers and others who want to know more about boba’s original characterization :D

without further ado and in no particular order:

when interacting genuinely with another person, boba tends to be quite wry and self-deprecating. this is particularly evident as he gets older and becomes a little humbler. his quip of “i was aiming for the other one” in the mandalorian is a great example of this demeanor carrying over into new canon.

boba’s companionship is described by his close friend as swinging unpredictably between “scrupulous detachment” and acts of what seem like “pure sentimentality.” these acts of “sentimentality” usually manifest as unexpected gifts and favors, or outbursts of sudden concern for the friend in question. 

this dichotomy seems consistent with boba’s own self-description as developing an “on/off switch” for his emotions after his father’s death. when the switch is “on,” he feels everything at “full intensity,” particularly more negative emotions, and when it’s off, he feels only “cold logic.” he himself claims that one day he just couldn’t “switch on” again but lol, nah bud. you’re clearly still feeling shit. you just have the emotional awareness of a tablespoon

boba fett, having an emotional breakdown: “this is fine and i am entirely unaffected and emotionless currently, as we speak”

boba is not a touchy person. he flat-out admits that he wouldn’t know what to do if someone hugged him. that said, he is not as completely averse to physical contact as one might expect. forms of positive physical contact he seems comfortable accepting include a playful nudge or a reassuring hand against his back.

as for positive physical contact he himself initiates, boba doesn’t do PDA so much as he does “public displays of extreme distress or concern.” these are usually rather intense and the two examples we see are: 1) him grabbing a loved one by the shoulders looking for all the world like he’s about to start shaking them and 2) gripping someone’s hand so hard it feels like he’s going to break their fingers. you know. like someone incapable of emotion would do.

if boba cares about a person A LOT, like A LOT A LOT, they can unlock a secret third form of “public display of extreme distress or concern” which is very, very gently touching a person’s hair/face. we only ever see him do this with family and only in response to seeing them wounded.

boba is not a fan of loud noises. curiously, this is something depicted both in the kids’ series and in the legacy of the force. when briefly housed on a republic orphanage ship as a child, boba’s first reaction to the cacophony of other orphans crying/laughing/screaming/rough-housing all around him is terror, followed by sheer misery, to the point where he spends the first day in his bunk with a pillow wrapped around his head. as an adult, he is similarly unhappy having to put up with loud noises unhelmeted, to the point where he internally remarks that he’d rather spend another round in the sarlacc than have to sit through dinner with beviin’s very loud  and demonstrative family. 

he snaps “volume,” at another mando for shouting over comms, lol

(this is sensible when one considers his upbringing on kamino--due to the secrecy with which he and his father lived, it’s unlikely that boba regularly found himself in the company of more than a couple of people at a time. naturally, loud multi-party conversations would not be something he would’ve become accustomed to)

possesses at least some curiosity about music. following one mission, he ends up with multiple info-chips full of various music suppressed during the empire’s rule. he is particularly transfixed by one piece that is described as vaguely orchestral and featuring a singer of indeterminate gender singing in a language he doesn’t understand

can be a troll, at times. one notable example includes him hiding a timer on a rival bounty hunter’s ship... just a timer. the other bounty hunter hears the ticking, assumes it’s a bomb, and subsequently tears his ship apart looking for it. he finds the timer just in time to see it count down to zero and... nothing. boba could have planted a real bomb but decided to mess with the poor guy instead lmao

#boba fett #i just think he's neat

[uvobreakmylegs]

Prey

got a request for a monster!Uvo as well as a request for an Uvo fic where he chases the reader. hope it’s cool that I combined the two of them

@ramwrites​ and I are in agreement that werewolf is the best type of monster for Uvogin

werewolf!Uvogin

Warnings: death, blood, gore, body horror, little bit of smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of cannibalism, attempted suicide, implied kidnapping, reader does not have a good time

Thin rays of sun that were able to slip past the branches of the trees hit Uvo's back as he went about his work, placing another upright log on the now considerably worn down tree stump and bringing his axe down upon it, slicing the wood in two and tossing the pieces into the pile to his right before he grabbed another unchopped piece from the pile to the left. Based off of the sun's position in the sky, it was only a bit after midday. Uvogin had been going at this for a while now, his sweat staining the white tank he wore.

Though the sweating wasn't because the work was in any way debilitating. Any other day of the month Uvogin would've been able to chop the same amount and not even break a sweat.

No, today was different because of what was happening tonight: a full moon.

Even though the night was still a long ways off, Uvo could already feel the very beginnings of his transformation shuddering through him. Faint, but still noticable. Unfortunately, with the ever present fact that nightfall wouldn't come for hours yet, there was little he could to other than to keep himself busy and distract himself lest the anticipation kill him. So he continued to chopping the logs, even though the amount he had cut already was bordering on excessive.

In the midst of his distraction, his ears perked up when he heard the faint rumblings of a car engine. His senses of smell and hearing were always pretty good even when it wasn't close to a full moon, but those senses were ten times as sharp now, and he could clearly hear as the car came in closer and closer.

Whoever they were, they wouldn't be the first people to have approached him today. Already he'd been asked two different times for directions to the nearby campgrounds, the first time by an elderly couple who were likely well into retirement, and the second by a group of individuals who had also gotten lost. The woman from that group who went up to him told him more information than he'd needed to know, informing him of how theirs was a company sanctioned team-building retreat. She had a piece of gum in her mouth and smacked it loudly as she talked, and because of his sensitive hearing, the sound of it became distressing to the point that Uvo had to keep himself from clawing his ears off.

Everyone in that group deserved to die because of that woman alone.

Uvogin didn't stop what he was doing even when he heard the car drive past and then suddenly brake, just continuing as he was while he heard the sounds of a car door opening and someone stepping out. Words were being spoken; what was being said exactly he couldn't say, but based off of previous experience it was easy enough to guess.

The car door slammed shut and the engine rumbled again as the car began to drive further down the dirt road. It'd be back in a little bit – over that way was a dead end. But Uvogin quickly switched his focus to the footsteps he heard walking through the unmarked pathway and headed towards him.

“Excuse me?”

He heard your voice call out to him, and Uvo finally turned to face you. Upon making eye contact with him, you smiled and held up a map as you called out again “sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could help out with some directions? We're looking for the Visca lake campgrounds, but I think we've been going around in circles.”

You didn't come any closer when you said that, though it seemed to be more out of a desire to not intrude on his space as opposed to being nervous about the axe he was holding. There was a hopeful look in your eye, though you also seemed ready to apologize for bugging him if he instead told you to fuck off.

Already he knew he liked you much better than the bitch from earlier.

“Sure,” he replied.

Uvo set the axe down and walked towards you, his hand outstretched so you could hand him your map. You smiled and handed him the map without any hesitation, coming up beside him as he unfolded it and scanned the paper so he could give you an idea of what direction you needed to go. The height difference between the two of you meant that he needed to lean down a bit as he pointed out to you the appropriate road that would get you to your destination.

“The road to the campgrounds is here,” he told you.

Despite the way he had tried to accommodate the height difference, you still needed to stand on your toes to see where he was pointing. Your arm came up briefly before you swiftly pulled it back. Like you'd been tempted to place your hand on his forearm to better balance yourself but stopped yourself since the two of you were complete strangers. Though Uvo wouldn't have minded too much if you had done so. Taking advantage of the way you were right next to him, he inhaled, memorizing your scent for later.

Uvo then moved his finger towards the left as he continued “we're around this area, so you'll want to drive back the way you came and take the first right you see. Then you'll want to take another right to get onto the campground road. As long as you don't fuck up turning, you should get to the lake in about ten minutes. Maybe less.”

“Ah, okay!” you responded, taking back your map as you looked over the route he'd pointed out to you. As you were desperate to make sure you got his directions right so you wouldn't need to be in the embarrassing situation of messing up his instructions and needing to go back to him for further clarification, you didn't notice the way he was looking you over or how he inhaled more of your scent.

Your hair smelled of something flowery, some kind of hair product you must have used that morning before you drove out here. Your clothing also had a rather soapy smell, though it wasn't as noticeable as the product in your hair. Beneath all of that, he was able to take in your natural scent that was free of any products or chemicals, as well as... Perfume? An odd choice for a camping trip, he thought. Then another smell hit him, one that surrounded you but you were definitely not the source of.

Oh.

It was the unmistakable scent of another man.

The perfume made more sense now. You'd said 'we' earlier as well, so chances were you'd come here with a boyfriend for a romantic weekend getaway and his smell has just gotten all over you after spending several hours cooped up in a car with him.

Not terribly displeasing. A boyfriend being in the picture might make things a bit more interesting.

“Okay, I think I've got it,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts, “sorry if I took up too much of your time.”

“No problem,” he answered, “I get a lotta people asking for directions, so I'm used to it.”

“Really? That sounds like it gets annoying. Why don't they put up signs or something?” you asked.

“They do,” Uvo said, “but they usually get taken down by vandals.”

More like self-righteous teenagers who'd found out the truth about him and couldn't stand the fact that the elders of the nearby town allowed Uvogin to do as he pleased and thought they could thwart his killing sprees by taking down the signs leading to the lake, like they could save any innocent vacationers if they weren't able to find the campgrounds. Those kids had yet to learn that if they managed to deprive Uvo of his prey, he'd be forced to go to their own town and hunt there, maybe snatch up one of them or their families. The older folk in charge of the town understood that, and they'd decided that it was better to let the occasional out of town stranger be his prey than risk him coming in and picking off whatever stragglers he could find in their community.

People vacationing in the wilderness died all the time, after all.

“Vandals?” you asked. There was the slightest bit of concern in your voice, and when your eyes went slightly wide as you looked at him, he couldn't help but muse at how cute you looked like that.

“Just dumb kids,” he explained, “there's a small town a little ways back and I reckon they don't have much to do around there.”

“Ah, I see. Do you think we'll need to worry about them bothering us?”

“Nah, they wouldn't do anything,” Uvo said, “besides, they know that I'm out here today, and they know better than to bug me.”

You laughed a bit at that, any deeper meaning to his words going over your head.

“I can't blame them. If I was one of them I'd be too scared to do anything to get on your bad side.”

Uvogin just smiled.

A voice then called at the top of the path, and you both looked to see a dark-haired man around your age standing there. He called out what Uvo assumed was your name, and you waved to him, calling out a short “coming!” before you turned back to Uvogin.

“Thank you again for your help. I really appreciate it,” you told him.

“Once again, not a problem. Hope you two have a good time.”

You smiled and nodded at him, and then began to walk back over to your boyfriend. But before you had the chance to bid him goodbye, Uvogin spoke again.

“You wanna know something that's not in any visitor's guides?” he asked.

“Huh?”

He grinned at your slightly confused expression as he explained “if you go down to the southern side of the lake, there are these really beautiful cliffs in the forest. A lot of clearings that show a pretty good view of the sky, too. And it's a full moon tonight; if you want to make some memories, you should check it out when it gets dark.”

Clearly intrigued, you turned back to face him, asking “really? Why isn't that part advertised?”

“The locals want to keep parts of the lake to themselves,” he said, “but I think it's something that you might appreciate.”

“You sure you won't get in trouble for telling me?”

“Not if you don't say anything,” said Uvo, raising an eyebrow as he smirked.

“Ah, gotcha,” you said. Behind you, your boyfriend was starting to look a bit suspicious, and his lips soon formed a frown. You weren't paying him any mind at the moment.

“What's your name?” you asked.

“Uvogin.”

You held out your hand as you introduced yourself, and he humored you by giving you a handshake.

“Thank you so much for everything,” you said, “maybe we'll see you again while we're here.”

“Maybe.”

With that, you finally turned and made your way to your awaiting boyfriend, who gave Uvo one last narrowed glance before he turned his attention to you as you eagerly pulled your map back out and began to tell him the directions that had been given to you. Your boyfriend only gave one more glance towards Uvogin before focusing his full attention on you, looking over the map with you before the two of you made your way back to the car. He seemed rather boring, Uvo thought to himself. Yet before you made it back in, you stepped up and kissed your boyfriend on the cheek. Uvo saw the way your boyfriend stiffened and the blush that reached his ears as he sat down in the driver's seat to escape your random but sweet action. You laughed as you entered through the passenger's side, and Uvo kept an eye on the two of you until he saw your small, light blue car pull away and drive down the road.

When the two of you were gone, Uvo went back to chopping wood, picking the axe back up and slicing the log into two even pieces. He didn't expect that anyone else would come blundering into the forest before evening, but if they did, he wouldn't pay them much mind. If he killed every single person who came in to enjoy the lake he would quickly lose that particular food source and then need to find another area to hunt.

No, the only ones that were on the table tonight were the company group and you and your boyfriend – he wouldn't bother hunting down that elderly couple as it wouldn't be interesting in the slightest to go after them. The larger group had a good number of people in it, so there would be no need to seek out anyone else. Honestly he shouldn't even bother with the two of you, but Uvo thought of you again, thinking over every action you had taken, from the way you had approached him to how you held out your hand when you introduced yourself.

The little bit of affection you had offered to your boyfriend also came to mind but he brushed that thought away. It was unimportant, he told himself.

No, he shouldn't bother with the two of you, but he wanted to see how your naive little expression might change when you saw him next, after the moonlight had transformed him, and hear how you might scream and cry as he hunted you down.

He grinned at the thought, and when his axe came down again, it sliced the log and the stump beneath it clean through.

The true beginnings of his change had started hours ago when the sun sank past the horizon and the moon slowly rose in the night sky. Just little things, like the way his teeth began to shift in his mouth, or how the black tips of his claws were starting to show beneath his fingernails, slowly pushing up beneath the nails and trying to force themselves out so he could have an easier time tearing apart whatever unfortunate victim happened to be closest to him.

His skin was starting to shift a bit in places as well as it began to detach from the muscle beneath, and he was hit with an overwhelming urge to run outside and allow his transformation to complete so he could go wild as he always did on a full moon night.

But he waited, forcing himself to focus on the fire that was burning before him, to wait until it had gone out completely before he stepped foot out of his cabin.

It had turned into something of a ritual for him; when he had started it he could no longer remember. It was purely ceremonial, and at the heart of it he knew that it did nothing to add to his hunt, but after being alone in the woods for so long he supposed he was entitled to a bit of superstition. And at this point, it would have felt wrong to do it any other way. When the fire went out, the moon would be at the highest point in the sky, and when he left the dark cabin and bared himself to the moonlight, his werewolf form would tear through and he would track down the victims he had met earlier in the day, the ones whose scents he had remembered after he'd chosen them for his prey. Didn't matter much in what order he got them, just whatever scent he came across first.

Although maybe tonight it mattered a little bit. If he could manage it, Uvogin wanted you to be the last one to die tonight. After the group from the company retreat and your bland looking boyfriend, he'd hoped he could then have you for last. Something about that made him feel like that would be the only appropriate ending to the night.

But that all depended if he could manage to remember that after he'd transformed.

The light of the fire was growing more dim, and he was having a harder time sitting still, his entire body itching to burst through the cabin door and let the moonlight take him.

Not yet, he told himself.

But soon.

Those black claws were showing a bit more now, and at least two of his fingernails had popped off, blood coating his fingertips as his hands clenched onto the skin of his legs. That same skin shifted once more as he did so, and after a few moments he felt something trickling down his thigh, and when he glanced down he could see in the faint glimmer of firelight the hole in his skin that he'd torn open, and the dark fur beneath the human flesh that was still covered and the blood dripping down his leg.

Not yet not yet not yet

A few more agonizing minutes later that had seemed endless in his mind, and finally the fire he'd begun earlier was reduced to a smoulder, the flames dying out and the wood glowing red as the fire reached the end of its life.

Now

No sooner had he thought that Uvogin had thrown open the cabin door and ran out into the woods that surrounded him, bare as he gazed up at the full moon as he allowed himself the moment that he'd been holding off on.

There were multiple changes simultaneously and Uvogin was barely able to comprehend all of what was happening to him because of it. There was always a pain that accompanied his transformation, and while it was a pain that he was used to at this point, it was pain nonetheless.

At the sight of the moon his green eyes turned yellow and his pupils narrowed into slits, while the bones in his body began to shift and grow. It started with his spine, extending and pushing out through his skin and almost causing a ripple effect through his whole body. His bones were snapping and stretching beneath his skin, growing as his muscles were expanding and making him into even more of a giant than he already was. Claws on his hands and feet tore through the flesh that surrounded them as those parts of him extended, the skin ripping open and allowing more of the fur that was hidden underneath to show through.

When he felt the flesh around his shoulders stretch out in an attempt to accommodate the transformation he sped up the process by reaching up and tearing it away with his own fingers, the black claws easily ripping in and pulling the skin away like a latex glove. Soon the skin that had been on his arms sat around him in pieces on the grass and he began the same process with his chest and legs, tearing away his flesh in messy strips and allowing the fur that had formed on his body to be exposed, matted with blood and looking almost black in the light of the moon.

His skull went through the same process as the rest of his body, and he felt his face crack into several different pieces before the bones began to remold themselves and pushed outward, taking the shape of a wolf's muzzle while his teeth extended and shifted to fit properly in his newly formed mouth. When his ears began twisting and pushing upwards into sharp points was when he tore at the skin on his face, pulling it off as he had done with the rest and throwing it to the forest floor.

When the last of his human flesh had been removed, his transformation was complete. The man who had stepped out of that cabin was gone and replaced with a large, bipedal wolf whose yellow eyes dilated as he looked up once more to the moon. Lifting his head up, he arched his back as he let out a howl loud enough that echoed through the woods and across the surface of the lake. Those that heard it in the nearby town quietly whispered their prayers to whichever gods they worshiped while those who were visiting the lake's campsite merely marveled at the sound.

If Uvo was in a different mindset he might have thought of you in that moment, and what you might be thinking when you heard him. If you had any clue of the danger you were in.

But in this moment, there was no thought of you or even saving you for last as he had tried to so hard to ingrain into himself. There was no thought of doing this in any order or trying to end the night correctly as he had mused about earlier.

The only thing going through Uvogin's mind was the need to kill.

As luck would have it, he'd managed to kill the ones from that company first.

There had been more of them. More that were wandering around their campsite, more that were talking amongst themselves, and in general just making more noise that, combined with their scents from earlier, allowed him to find them first.

There were actually more of them in that group than he'd anticipated, and as he killed off the last woman in the group, gum falling from her mouth as he twisted her head completely around. Uvo then looked around at the carnage he'd left in his wake. It was hard to tell with the way they were all in pieces now, but the number of people group had easily been in the double digits. That would probably cause a bit of trouble, as it would be hard to try and cover this up. This would easily make the news. Annoying, as Uvo would need to make sure to lay low for a bit, and it could possibly lower the amount of potential victims in the area when the next full moon came.

But it had still been worth it.

Uvogin felt more like himself again now that the murderous urges had been sated. Able to think a bit more clearly, more rationally. And he was able to remember you and what he'd hoped for early on. He could imagine it: your scared expression as you watched him kill your boyfriend before he slaughtered you like the rest, your screams cutting short as he bit into the skin of your neck and tore out your throat.

Now that his hunger was taken care of, he left the campsite of the now-dead group. Right now all he wanted was to find you and your boyfriend.

Remembering what he had told you of the southern side of the lake, he took a gamble as he headed off in that direction, making his way through the woods at speeds much faster than a regular human would be capable of. He stopped when he felt the wind blowing again, and lifted his nose in the air, trying to see if he catch anything.

….. There

It was faint. Very faint, but he managed to catch a familiar human scent.

He turned and headed off in your direction. It was too far away to get your exact location, but it was enough that he could get at least an idea of where you were.

Continuing towards the south side of the lake, he stayed close to the shoreline until he found your little blue car from earlier parked close to the lake, a tent set up not too far off from it. Your scent became a bit more clear as he came closer, and yet when stopped to scan the area, his eyes looking for the slightest bit of movement and his ears straining to hear any bit of noise, he couldn't find you.

A bit annoying, but based off of the way the two of you had left things, you should still be in the area. It was just a matter of hunting you down.

Uvo stalked about the campsite, just in case he missed something while also puncturing two of the tires on your car and cutting off that potential escape route. Satisfied that neither of you were on the site or next to the water, he walked back into the woods, following after the little bits of that fragrance he'd latched onto.

As he walked, he thought to himself with some amusement that you'd actually taken up his suggestion. Uvogin had found that most people didn't bother, either because they were too dedicated to the plans they'd made before arriving or because they didn't trust that the landscape was as beautiful as he'd made it out to be. In fairness, it mostly all looked the same to him, but there had just been something about that particular bit of campground that made him enjoy hunting there more. So it was even more perfect that the two of you had ended up there. Most likely you were just doing what you felt like and didn't feel like adhering to any particular schedule.

His ears perked up as he heard a low voice in the distance. Not yours. Probably your boyfriend, then. Focusing himself so he could move silently, Uvogin weaved through the trees, his eyes searching for you while he listened for more noise from either of you.

When he heard your voice next, he had definitely gotten closer. Your voice had sounded odd, though. Almost breathless.

He found the two of you in a larger clearing that stood beneath one of the cliffs he had spoken of. You were laying with your back on the grass, dressed in a swimsuit with only a shirt over it. Your boyfriend was in a similar state with the moonlight falling onto his bare back, and it looked like both of you were a bit wet, some drops of water still on your skin and hair still damp. So the two of you had gone swimming before you wandered over to this area to mess around.

You said something to him before the two of you shared a kiss, and you moaned into it when he slipped his hand under your shirt to grab at your chest.

It certainly wasn't the first time Uvo had come across a pair of lovers in the woods. Such encounters usually ended with one or both betraying the other, as several times in the past one would push the other into Uvo's path in an attempt to save themselves after having a passionate make-out session only moments before.

Uvogin stepped out from the treeline and waited for one of you to notice him. You let out another moan, and to him it sounded like it was slightly exaggerated. Was your boyfriend not that good? Not too surprising, based off of Uvo's impression of him.

If Uvo had been the man on top of you, he was certain he could do much better.

….. Where did that come from?

Uvo didn't get much time to wonder about that as he heard you let out a sharp gasp, and when his eyes refocused on you, he saw that you were looking right at him. Your eyes were wide and your skin paled as you stiffened, your hands grasping at your boyfriend's arms.

“What's wrong?” your boyfriend asked when he noticed your reaction.

Keeping your eyes on Uvogin, you answered him in a small whisper “there's something over there.”

Your boyfriend turned his head to where you were looking, and he went stiff as well when he saw Uvogin's werewolf form.

It was quiet in that clearing, free of any noises from any woodland animals or even the insects, as anything that was in that immediate area sensed the danger and were desperate to keep silent. No, the only sound Uvo could hear was your breathing that became more panicked as you struggled to keep it under control and the way your boyfriend tried to shush you while he broke out into a cold sweat. You two were both under the impression to stay still and not make any sudden movements for fear of provoking him.

Then your boyfriend whispered your name.

“When I move,” he breathed out, “I want you to run back to the car and get out of here. Even if I'm not with you, you have to take the car and leave.”

As he spoke, your boyfriend slowly moved his hand over to a pack beside you that Uvo hadn't noticed at first. Still, Uvo grinned. He thought he could take him on?

You tried to protest but your boyfriend wasn't hearing it, only repeating his instructions to you and trying to make you promise that you would do as he said. You didn't want to; that was clear, but when you looked back over to Uvogin's form outside the treeline, you shuddered once more and agreed to leave with a short nod.

Uvogin waited for the boyfriend to make his move. He looked just as terrified as you were, but he was clearly trying to be brave for your sake, and his resolve seemed to steel when he got a hold of whatever he had been searching for in the pack.

“Now!”

Your boyfriend yelled as he shot up and charged at Uvo. For the first time since seeing him, Uvogin felt mildly impressed with your boyfriend; he'd been genuine about wanting to save you over himself. Not like he wouldn't still die for it as he was still incredibly weak, but there was something to be said about the willingness he had to face down a beast like Uvo for your sake.

You must be something special to make a man go that far for you.

The thing your boyfriend had pulled out turned out to be a can of bear spray as well as a medium-sized hunting knife. Uvo managed to doge the stream that had been aimed at him easily on account of how badly the hand that held it had been shaking. The boyfriend ran back a bit, unwilling to get too close to Uvogin even with the knife. He tried to aim it again, but Uvo used his claws to slice at him, slashing upwards as he aimed for his throat.

Somehow, he missed the boyfriend's throat and only managed to hit the side of his face, opening up his cheek and taking off his ear. The boyfriend cried out at that, one hand going up to his bleeding cheek while still trying to incapacitate Uvo with the bear spray. But with the way he stumbled about, it was almost too easy for Uvogin to grab him by his face and hurl him into the trunk of a nearby tree. He hit headfirst, and there was an audible cracking sound that came from the impact. Uvogin didn't even bother to watch the way his body hit the ground, experience telling him that he was definitely dead.

Uvogin was much more interested in you.

You were still in the clearing. At first you had done as your boyfriend had told you and bolted the second he yelled, running back to your campsite. But you stopped and turned back when you heard him cry out when Uvo had slashed at him. You wanted to help him but you also knew there was nothing you could do, and so you were left standing in the clearing, your whole body shaking as you struggled with the decision to stay or leave your boyfriend behind.

It was cute how loyal you were to him.

And loyalty certainly wasn't a bad quality.

When you saw your boyfriend die you froze, tears streaming down your face as you looked between the now dead man and the thing that had murdered him. You were clearly in a panic, your legs trembling as your brain struggled to figure out what to do, where to go from here. Certainly you had to be aware that you'd lost any chance of getting away like you'd been told to do, right?

Apparently not, as when Uvogin stepped forward you bolted, running back towards the camp. Yet Uvo found a sense of relief with that, that you wouldn't just sit there and let him kill you and end it so early.

For whatever reason, that last thought displeased him.

But he brushed that away as he chased after you only moments later, not bothering to be quiet with his movements and instead being as loud as possible, breaking apart any low-hanging branches in his wake as he howled into the night air once again.

You had only made it a little ways past the car when he emerged from the forest and lunged towards you. It seemed like you were trying to get away on foot given the damage to the car. Already there was a scent of blood in your wake, as the soles of your feet had already been cut up on the sharp debris of the forest floor.

You turned towards him just in time to see him raising his clawed hand over his head before he sliced it downwards. Through what must have been some bit of luck, you stumbled backwards at that moment and all he managed to do was give you a flesh wound.

You hit the surface of the gravel road hard, crying out in pain at the force of your fall as well as the cuts that were on your arm, your hand immediately grasping at your wound as you desperately tried to use your legs to get yourself off of the ground.

Then he was on top of you.

He opened his jaws wide; you saw as he did so, and attempted to crawl out from under him.

He snapped his jaws shut on your throat.

And you went stiff.

It was quiet for a few moments.

And then a small rush of air escaped from your mouth as you let out a breath you had been holding.

Almost.

He had almost killed you in that moment.

The pointed tips of his teeth were pressing lightly into your skin, not quite hard enough to make you bleed, but that would change if you shifted your neck just slightly.

Why had he stopped?

He stayed there, hunched over you, his arms caging you in while his maw was around your throat. He felt the pulse in your neck beating wildly, almost causing vibrations against his teeth. You had stopped struggling, your legs still while you continued to clutch at your wounded arm, the only noises coming from you now being your uneven breathing.

What was he doing?

His yellow eye glanced over to your face, and he found that you weren't even looking at him. You were gazing in the direction of the night sky, where the light of the moon shown down on you like a spotlight, but it didn't even seem like you were even looking at that. Your eyes were wide as you breathed hard, and Uvo had to wonder if you were currently seeing your life flash before your eyes. That perhaps your mind had accepted that this was the end of your life and was remembering as much as you could before Uvogin would sink in his teeth and sever those major arteries in your neck.

Were you satisfied with all that you had accomplished up to this point, or were you disappointed and felt that you should have done more?

Moments passed like that, his hulking form engulfing yours with no movement from either of you. He took in a deep breath, and he once again caught some of the flowery smell of your shampoo, though it had largely faded by now, and you smelled much more like the woods after the hours you had spent there. More like pine and tree leaves, and the fresh water of the lake, and....

Uvogin let out a short grunt that made you whimper and you clenched your eyes shut as you believed this to be the end. You had no clue that Uvo could smell your arousal coming from between your legs. It had come from the way you'd been fooling around with your boyfriend earlier – there was no way you could have been turned on by this.

Uvo thought again of what he had seen when he stumbled upon the two of you, and that odd thought that had interjected at one point. You had been on his mind almost all day, and he thought it was because he wanted to kill you. And now you were beneath him and the moment couldn't have been more right, and yet now that was the last thing he wanted to do.

It hit him then. The different urge he'd had about you since he had seen you earlier in the day, since he had seen the way you treated your boyfriend; the way you had kissed that man had stuck out in his mind. Hardly any different than any other couple he had seen who were too big on PDA, yet combined with the way you had first come up to him, had smiled and thanked him, and introduced yourself so willingly while also asking for his name had made all of the difference in the world.

His days in the woods were lonely. It was something Uvo was well aware of but had thought he could handle, and he had done so for several years now without issue. But now that he knew you, with your actions and your touch and even the sweet scent of your arousal that he wished more and more that he had been the cause of, another second of being alone sounded more like torture.

Still, the biggest reason he had stayed on his own for so long was that he had accepted that there would be few in this world who would be alright with spending the rest of their lives with a man-eating monster. And any that he may have wanted to keep alive despite that probably wouldn't have been worth the trouble. Keeping someone else with him would also mean he would need to put in the effort to keep them alive, and if he had them unwillingly he'd need to make sure they wouldn't be able to get away, either by restraining them or locking them up.

He watched you, watched the way your face stayed scrunched up as you waited for him to finish it. He wanted you, but were you worth the trouble?

When Uvogin pulled off of your neck and sat back up, you meekly opened your eyes in confusion and trying to anticipate what horrible thing he would do to you next. You yelped when he grabbed you by the back of your shirt as he stood, pulling you up to your feet and setting you in front of him. With one hand on your shoulder and one on your hip, he turned you so you were facing away from him, making sure you were steady on your feet.

He leaned down so his maw was right next to your ear, and in a voice that sounded more animal than human, he growled out a single word:

“Run.”

With that he pushed you forward. You stumbled a bit, your brain still processing what he had said as you barely took a few steps away from him. Then, like a lightning bolt had hit you, you finally seemed to understand as you snapped back and made a beeline for the woods. Your bare feet were loud on the cluttered forest floor, and he occasionally heard little gasps and soft whimpers of pain when you cut your foot open further on a rock or a sharp branch.

Uvo waited, wanting to give you a good head start before he began to chase after you. It would be easy to track you, especially with how much you were bleeding now, but he shuddered with barely contained excitement, eager to chase you down but knowing that he needed to give you a decent head start or else it would be over too quickly.

If you proved yourself worthy of keeping alive, then he'd take you back to his cabin.

And he really hoped you wouldn't let him down.

…. But then something felt wrong.

Uvogin's eyes narrowed as he sensed that you were still within the immediate area and not moving away from him as he had expected. The direction you had gone in was the same one the both of you had come from; the patch of woods and the clearing where he'd found you in the pathway. There wasn't anything there that you could have fallen over or gotten stuck on, so why....

A new thought occurred to him, and Uvo growled lowly to himself as he hoped he wouldn't see what he felt he might when he found you next.

You were back in that clearing, sitting next to your boyfriend's fallen body. Your body was facing the direction Uvo had arrived from, both of your hands in front of you as looked down at your now former lover. There were tears rolling down your cheeks as you sat there.

A wave of disgust hit Uvogin as he found he was correct and was thoroughly disappointed with your actions. He'd given you a chance to get away and you'd wasted it by sitting around crying. Clearly he had given you too much credit.

You heard him as he began to walk towards you, and he noted the way your hands slipped beneath your boyfriend's slightly upturned body, your head still downcast.

He stood across from you, letting out a huff that made you flinch. But still, you didn't move from that spot.

As he opened his jaws your head shot up and you lifted your hands from beneath the body.

Just as you did so, something sprayed into his nose, eyes and his open mouth. Something that stung and made him gag. Fuck it burned, and Uvogin let out a howl of pain as he clutched at his face.

The bear spray-!

Something sharp then dug into the flesh beneath his collarbone, and the pain from the bitter spray was accompanied by the sensation of a knife blade stabbing into him.

With another howl as he was now blinded, he swiped a hand in your general direction and heard you yelp as he simultaneously clawed your shoulder and forced you to the ground. With his hearing now being his greatest sense, he managed to pick up the clatter the bear spray can made as the force of his blow made you drop it, and he moved one of his feet to stomp at it, crushing it and making it useless.

Uvo roared again as he swung about wildly, trying to catch you once more, but you managed to avoid his attacks and made your way into the woods again as he heard your labored breathing and footsteps growing fainter and fainter.

He clutched at his face as he tried to make himself calm down, trying to will away the pain and regain his sense of sight and smell.

…. Not bad.

Even with the rage he had felt in the moment, he found himself relieved, almost happy that you had caught him off-guard. You had gone as far as to use your boyfriend's body as a prop, to make him think that you were too broken up about his death so he would lower his guard. Had you been a bit taller, you could have done a decent amount of damage if you'd managed to stab the knife into his throat.

The knife was still in him, he realized, and after regaining a little bit of his sight in his left eye, he easily pulled it out and threw it across the way.

Now you had no weapons, but he was also at a disadvantage as his eyes were still watering and he could no longer smell you as clearly, the harsh chemicals of the spray making him internally wince every time he breathed through his nose. If he wanted to catch you, he would need to rely almost entirely on his hearing to search for you.

The sounds you were making were quite distant now, but he grinned to himself and stayed there a while longer, letting you get further away.

The direction you were going had no civilization, there was only forest for miles, and he was happy to let you get yourself more and more lost if it meant that his hunt would continue.

By the time dawn was nearing, signaled by the sickly pale color the sky had turned to, Uvogin had managed to chase you further into the wilderness, up through the trees and near the edge of a cliff face. Throughout the night there had been times where you had slowed or stopped completely as you tried to regain your strength, taking advantage of your smaller size and slipping into places that he couldn't easily get to. You also had several brief spurts of energy where you had sped up suddenly, more determined than ever to get away from him while you threw various stones and branches back towards him, though you never tried anything else as bold as you had with your trick from earlier as you didn't allow him to get that close again.

But as you stumbled to the edge of the cliff and looked at the steep drop before you, it was clear to him that your fight was gone. He knew it even before you fell to your knees on the sharp rock. The chase had ended, and just in time, as daylight would be here soon, and when that came he would revert back to his human form.

It had been one of the most memorable hunts he'd had in years, and even though your will had been broken in the process, by now he was certain that he wanted to keep you. To have a little partner in his solitary life, someone to keep his bed warm and wait for him to return home in the evenings. The scenario was nice to think about, and he especially liked the idea of you cuddling up to him during the colder months of the year, trying to keep yourself warm with his body heat to fight the chilly air that would sneak inside. Maybe eventually he'd get you to give him sweet tokens of affection like you'd given to your boyfriend, perhaps a kiss on the cheek before he went out to hunt.

And maybe every once in a while, if you were still insistent on putting up a fight, Uvo might let you out during a full moon and make you think you had a chance to escape, just so he could hunt you down and drag you back to his little home in the woods.

The thought of it gave him chills, and he wondered how long he would need to wait before he could let you out.

You were lightly swaying in place as you looked to the ground below while Uvo was consumed in the thoughts he had about you. He assumed that you were just waiting for him to finish it – your willpower was dried up, and there was no way you would try to run around him or do anything as stupid as try to climb down the cliff face.

He had no clue where your thoughts had taken you in that moment.

Realization shot through him when he saw your shoulders sag and your body began to fall forward over the edge.

Uvo rushed forward and grabbed you by your shoulder before you fell off and he threw you back, a good distance further and far rougher than he had been intending, as you wailed weakly when you hit the ground.

If you were willing to kill yourself to escape him, he'd need to wait some time before letting you run about the woods again.

By now, you were covered in dirt and blood and whatever else had stuck to you from the forest while you had run from him. Your skin was covered in cuts that he and the forest had given you and it would likely be some time before you would be able to properly walk again based off of the state of your feet. When he approached you once more, you clenched your eyes shut again. By now you were past the point of tears and just waited for him to finish you off.

You jolted at the feeling of his fur brushing against your skin when straddled you once more, but just as before, the killing blow you were expecting never came. You opened one eye, and just as you did so, the first rays of the sun shone over the landscape beyond and hit Uvogin.

You watched in silent horror as the fur that covered him caught on fire and began to burn. He was briefly consumed by the flames before they vanished into puffs of smoke. His bones were snapping again, breaking into pieces and retracting back into their normal size while his muscles and skin rippled and shrunk back down, tightening around his fingers as the claws also retracted and vanished beneath the skin. As his wolf face broke apart and reformed, there was a look of shock in your eyes as you saw the beast on top of you become more and more human. And that shock soon turned into a realization when you found that you recognized the man who was on top of you.

His transformation back to his human form was over in a matter of seconds, and when it was over and his green eyes looked back down at you, you stuttered as you tried to find your voice.

“U-Uvogin?” you asked weakly.

He grinned, pleased that you had remembered his name.

Without another word, Uvo leaned down over you so he could begin the process of properly claiming you as his.

#reader insert #uvo x reader #Uvogin #hxh uvogin #yandere #yandere hxh #yandere x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere uvogin #monster #uvogin x reader

[starglow-xx]

hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

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[shroudcore]

Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (II)

Summary: You crash the wedding with Grim and Ortho. Unlike the others, proposing isn’t on your mind. You come with a very different approach. 

An angstier take on Ghost Marriage. Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

If the students of NRC thought they’ve seen Eliza at her angriest, they were wrong. The fury she displayed now was incomparable. While Idia fawned over your dramatic anime-worthy entrance, the new interruption was getting on her last ghostly nerve.

“Guards! Seize them!” she roared. Immediately, the ghosts went into action. Idia held his breath as he watched the obedient ghosts charge at you, Grim, and Ortho. He hoped you didn’t barge in with no plan. If you didn’t come equipped with useful items, you would end up like everyone else. 

Chubby, determined to get rid of the intruders that caused distress to his beloved princess, was eager to get rid of you. (”Simp”, Idia muttered) However, eagerness wasn’t enough against an opponent equally as determined. As soon as he got too close, an unknown force threw him backwards to where Eliza floated, shocking the princess.

“Chubby! Are you alright?”

Idia, on the other hand, was elated. 

“Th-that’s so OP!” he exclaimed. He knew you heard him, because your gaze flicked to him for a split second before looking away. Embarrassed, Idia shut his mouth. He’d expected at least a smile. 

After Chubby’s failed attack, other ghosts attempted to face your group. They only met the same fate. Confused, they could only pay their apologies to the princess and watch on in helplessness. Just what did you have up your sleeve? Who did you get such an SS-tier item from?

“Princess, it’s impossible to stop them!” the last of Eliza’s guards told her. For the first time that night, she looked afraid. 

Grim guffawed, while you smirked. A familiar look. It was always there before you jumpscared an enemy, or before you checkmated a poor opponent. Idia might have thought it was kinda hot. At the moment, he was oblivious to his gaping mouth, and how wildly his hair blazed. What were once lightly blushing tips were now an alarming red—a level of ferocity never seen from him before. 

“You can’t touch or hurt us!” boasted Grim, a devious smirk on his face. “We had some he—mprfgh!” He was abruptly cut off by Ortho’s robotic arm covering his mouth. Idia’s brother shook his head at your noisy dorm mate. 

“Release my big brother now!” he demanded. Idia grimaced, but didn’t feel too worried. As long as Ortho was with you and your anti-ghost protective shield, he would be safe. 

As expected, the ghosts were affronted. 

“How dare he order the princess like that?”

“You ought to be punished for your insolence!”

“To intrude on a royal wedding and speak disrespectfully! 

“Send them to the gallows!”

One talked, and one talked over the other. Soon, all that could be heard was an unintelligible susurrus of disembodied voices. One ghost had enough of it, and shouted to Eliza: “Princess, the kiss! Do what must be done!” 

“NO!” You and Ortho yelled at the same time. You continued to walk towards the makeshift altar as your two companions followed close behind. Ghosts rushed to block your path, but you pressed on as your invisible shield threw them back. It looked absolutely badass. Well, anything you did was cool to Idia, anyway. 

 “Out of my way!” You commanded, strong and unwavering. He’d seen you annoyed and angry before, but never up to this point. It basically radiated off of you that a danger warning could be floating above your head. 

“S-so intimidating... “

“So scary!”

Sure, this wedding crasher looked like you, but something was different. An unexplainable sinister aura wreathed you tonight. Was it your glare, or was it that regal suit you wore? Idia must have been too distracted by you, that he only noticed now how your cape seemed to drag shadows with it. You were a villain... much like one of the villains from his video games! And something else that was familiar. 

Whatever it was and wherever it came from, there was a menacing presence in the hall tonight. 

All were silent, except for the wind whistling through the hall. If one listened more carefully, they would hear drowned-out cackles. But it is just the wind, right?

“Wh-who are you?” Eliza finally asked. The ghosts who were ashamed at being unable to seize you began to form a protective ring around their princess. Eliza herself, Idia noticed, was starting to curl in on herself—her presence shrinking the closer you approached. “What do you want?”

“The groom,” was all you said, staring her down as if eyes alone could exterminate the ghost in front of you. 

“Idia?” she asks weakly, glancing at her tied-up groom. Idia said nothing and did nothing but look at you, attempting to telepathically communicate his panic. You barely even looked at him. 

“He’s mine.” 

Hold up—?

More gasps and chatter. They sounded less like whispers and more like the buzzing insects he heard whenever he snuck out at midnight. The world spun. Idia stared at you open-mouthed. 

If he were asked to describe his state of mind at this moment, it would be similar to a loading screen. Suddenly, everything you did together played back in a 1.75x supercut sequence. 

Mine. 

Mine. 

Mine.  

“Wh-what?” Eliza sputtered. “What do you mean?” 

You answered her, voice losing the steadiness it possessed just moments ago. “You have the man I love.” 

Wha… 

KDJAFCKSAJHDKACBSXCJSIEUDS?

Idia.exe has crashed. Reboot? 

~~

The audience’s reactions were varied. Some students on the floor were amused by the spectacle and could have used some popcorn (and a comfortable position) during these times. Some were horrified and disappointed by the idea of the prefect being in love with Idia Shroud the shut-in. Some were much too confused to feel anything. 

“Pardon…? What did I just hear?” Azul asked the floor.

“Puppy love,” Lilia wept, sniffling very loudly. “You know, this reminds me of when I was young...” 

“Whaddaya mean when you were young?!” Floyd snapped. His irritability had spiked up even more when you arrived. His position prevented him from witnessing the events. Everyone on the floor could feel his bad mood rolling off of him in waves. 

“Hey! Watch your tone when speaking to Lilia!” scolded Sebek. 

“... Are they acting?” Leona mumbled. 

“Oh, this better be an act.”  said Vil.  “... though it does not seem to be.” The last part of his observation remained unheard by anyone else, except for Rook. 

“I believe we are witnessing a genuine love confession,” added the Chasseur d’Amour himself, voice soft as he sighed dreamily. “Engrave this moment into your memories, everyone! We are fortunate to witness it…”

But no one shared his enthusiasm about the situation. The others expressed their displeasure by groaning and complaining. “... well, even in this state we are in?” he added as a follow-up. 

~~

Reboot. 

You once fell asleep on Idia’s shoulder after finishing a movie. It was something you both only watched to make fun of, but you were apparently too tired to give your top-tier jokes and meme references. The contact sent his heart into overdrive as he froze, begging for option boxes to appear and help him. The flames of his hair blazed so brightly that it woke you back up. It was embarrassing, and sometimes he would remember it late at night and cringe. 

It was happening again, but worse. Any moment now, he was sure that he alone could burn down the cafeteria, if not the whole school. This was stupid. Why did he get that worked up over an obvious act? A mere ploy to get the ghosts to release him?

Reality catches up and deals him triple attack damage. Crowley probably put you up to this. You were probably annoyed that you were forced to do this, weren’t you? That’s why you couldn’t even look at him. It had to be the cruelest joke that fate ever threw his way. 

“I can’t say I don’t understand you, Princess,” you tell Eliza, forcing a smile. “Idia is perfect, is he not?” He felt your eyes on him. This time, it was he who couldn’t quite meet your gaze. Looking down at the floor was all he could do; it couldn’t judge his blushing face. Only when the warmth in his cheeks faded did he feel it safe to look back up again. 

“You see him, don’t you, Princess?” Your voice began to falter, losing the confidence and authority in it that scared the ghosts. “He’s so much more than what everyone else thinks! We agree on that, don’t we?”

Eliza’s face softened, nodding. “Yes. I’ve seen how these people insult him!” she tells you, gesturing to the ‘failed princes’ on the floor.

“But we’re still different,” you stepped closer, but still far enough so that your invisible anti-ghost forcefield wouldn’t activate. “You don’t want to marry Idia, you want to marry your fairytale prince.” 

Eliza appeared to be genuinely confused. She looked around at her companions, before turning back to you. “What do you mean?”

“You’re in love with your ideals, not the person himself,” you explain. “You only chose him for his appearance. Am I right? His personality, likes and dislikes, and possible flaws don’t matter to you.”

Eliza seemed deep in thought. While she was silent, you release a bitter laugh and threw your hands up.  “I mean, do you even know what his favorite candy is?”

Pomegranate drops. You asked to have some, but he refused to give you any. He wouldn’t tell you why, but he let you assume it was his favorite and didn’t want to share because of that. 

That wasn’t it, though. Maybe he’d tell you once you were both out of here. 

“You’ve never stayed up until 4am just to join him on a raid!” You waved your hands wildly, lost in your rant. Whether Eliza understood you or not, you seemed to have stopped giving a damn. 

“Weak!” he teased, noticing your drooping eyelids and reduced concentration. Deep down, he felt bad for keeping you up late.  “Look, it’s fine if you need to rest.”

“Nah, let’s finish this. What are you going to do without me?” you replied, smirking.

“You don’t even have 4-hour conversations with him on Magicord VC like I do!” 

It lasted up until 3am. You two were laughing at memes. He could hear a groggy Grim complain in the background about the noise. 

“Alright. Here’s a question, princess. How much would you risk for the man beside you right now? Bet that’s where we’re different...”

Eliza’s gaze darted back and forth between you and Idia. Even the other ghosts were silent, waiting for your next words. 

“... because if you ask me, I would risk everything! That’s why I’m here wearing this stupid suit!”

It’s not real. It’s not real. The emotion behind every word was a punch to the gut. If you kept this up, he might need a healer soon. Ever since he realized he was falling, he tried to quell the sparks of hope you ignited whenever you did something nice for him. All that hard work was gone. Each word you uttered was gasoline. 

“To think that if I arrived minutes later… th-that I would never see him again!” A sob escapes your throat, your intimidating persona crumbling.

No, don’t do that. Idia wanted to reassure you that he was still there and he was okay, but he couldn’t. It’s part of an act. It’s part of an act. 

“So please… just let him go.” The front you wore has completely dissolved. There you were, reduced to a sobbing mess in front of a ghost princess and the students of NRC. 

You weren’t the only one. All traces of anger or fear have vanished from Eliza’s face. Instead, she put her hands over her mouth. The princess had been moved to tears. Finally, she turns to Idia. “Idia, they seem to l-love you very much… ”

“That’s right.” You wiped your tear-streaked face and pointed an accusing finger at the ghosts. “And all of you! Are you going to enable her forever? Encourage her shallow ideas of what love should be?” 

They all looked down, unable to meet your eyes. 

“You have no right to just snatch him up and claim him as yours,” you told Eliza with an unfaltering resolve, despite your tear-covered face and your crumbled front of strength. “Did you never think… that there could have been someone waiting for him to return?” 

“I-I never meant to!” Eliza cried. “I was so blinded by my own happiness. I never thought… never even considered…” 

“Princess, it’s alright. We all make mistakes.” Chubby told her, trying to be reassuring. 

“Tell me, intruder. How else am I going to find my prince?” she asked you with no trace of hostility. You stopped for a while, staring at her. 

You must not have expected the question. Idia saw you look at him—it was the longest time you’d looked at him all evening. Clearing your throat, you began to explain. You fumbled a bit, scratching the back of your neck and tugging at the hem of your coat as you explained what a perfect partner should be. 

As you spoke, Idia was enthralled by your voice and most of all, the knowledge you possessed about love and romance. He hadn’t seen this side of you before. How did he ever think that a hundred dating sims could make him a romance expert?

“Is that so?” she sighs, bowing her head. “I understand now. I’m so sorry… for causing you so much grief.” 

She turns to her companions, giving them a sad smile. “There’s only one thing to do. Everyone, we must stop this wedding.” 

Idia wanted to fall to the floor in relief. At least a few exhausted sighs and weak cheers could be heard from the wedding “attendees”. You fell to your knees, exaggerating your gratitude. 

“Thank you, princess!”

“But Princess… what about your happily ever after?” Chubby interjected. 

“I can’t tear two lovers apart!” Eliza wipes a few of her own tears, then turns to you. “I was deeply moved by your words. I dream of having a lover like you,” she sighs dreamily, probably imagining her future lover already. 

While the students of NRC rejoiced at this victory, Idia’s heartbeat quickened in fear. What if Eliza decided to take you for herself?

“Princess…” Chubby muttered, sighing. Eliza only gave him a reassuring smile. Phew. Idia relaxed, grateful that she doesn’t have the idea… yet. He didn’t know what to do if that thought became reality. 

Eliza turns to address the hall with a smile. “I have decided.” Everyone waited with bated breath for her announcement. Idia squeezed his eyes shut and silently urged her to announce their departure already. 

“Idia and I will not be married anymore. She smiles wide, and clasps her hands together. “However, there will still be a wedding!”

Your smile faded. “What… what do you mean, princess?”

She beams. “To make up for my mistake, I will make sure that Idia and his lover are married tonight!” 

~~

To be continued.

Tagging: @teashopwritingzz @twistedcrumbs 

Well, that was long. To think that I was planning for the story to be a one-shot! Once again, keep an eye out for Part 3. Thank you for reading! 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

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