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lure-of-writing · 8 months ago

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Little Sister; Just Peachy

Summary: After sparring with Cassian you feel just peachy

Note: ya'll Im not going to lie the scene with Rhys in the living room got me in my feels 😭. But don't worry your little hearts we will absolutely will be seeing this from Ariel's point of view. As always I cannot wait to hear what you guys think!

(please read all in a days work , knock before you enter, and his little sister first!)

Word count: 2.9k

Warning: Mentions of having tiny frames but only in reference to being a child

Ever since your visit from the summer court something with both your brother and Azriel has been off. Rhys for the first time in your life has been avoiding you and suddenly you could never seem to catch Azriel at the right time. It was starting to annoy you to no end. “Well good morning to you too, sunshine.” Cassian looked over to where Nesta was stretching with the rest of the girls as if to ask her about your negative attitude. In return she just shrugged and welcomed you into the circle of stretches with everyone else. Today was all about fighting and since Cassian's counterpart was nowhere to be found it was up to you to help Cassian demonstrate the fighting techniques that had been practiced for a few weeks now. You were known to be a person who refrained from fighting and going into battle but that doesn’t mean that you weren’t capable of doing so. You were only one hundred years younger than your brother, it was safe to say that you had some experience with fighting.

The roof of the house of wind was quiet except for the occasional gust of wind along with Cassian's booming voice explaining how this match would go and the things then needed to pay attention to before each of them went toe to toe with either you or Cass. Finally after he was done giving instructions he turned and faced you. “You know I’m not going to go easy on you right.” scoffing your head tilts to the side “Yeah that's because your mate is over there giving you bedroom eyes and you want to impress her.” Once again his boisterous laugh filled the space of the open room giving it more warmth. Nothing more was said as you both got into fighting stances and prepared to walk away with some bruises.

The fight hadn't been going on for more than five minutes when you swore that you saw Azriel landing on the roof and watched as you and Cassian went back and forth throwing and dodging punches. Now you couldn’t say for sure because as soon as you took your eyes off your opponent to spare a glance where you thought Azriel was standing, Cassian's fist made contact with your cheek and subsequently you were laying on the matt looking into the sky completely dazed.

Cassian never meant to actually punch you. He knew exactly how you fight, he knows your tells and the next move that you would usually make but he didn’t know that you were going to turn your face at just the right moment and his powerful punch would connect with your face. Both you and Cassian knew the strength that he possessed and usually he would never fight you using that unlimited well of strength but the purpose of the match was to demonstrate how to use each part of your body to increase your strength when sparring.

Nesta was sitting on the ground right next to you with your head in her lap holding a cold hand on your sure to swell cheek and busted lip. From your point of view she was upside down. Even like this you thought she looked stunning. Gently she stroked your hair when telling you that you were going to be ok. Deep down you knew that you would in fact be ok but right now your head was ringing and your face hurt and you were pretty sure a tear was running down your face from the pain. Off to the side of you Cassain was shitting his pants. Not only had he hit the person who he views as a little sister, he hit you with his full force. He was grateful he did break any of your bones. But that wasn’t his only problem; he hit Rhysands little sister. Cassian was sure that he just signed his death certificate.

Rhysand was in his office with Azirel getting the report from his latest mission when he heard Cassian in his head. “Rhys?” The tone was a question as well as a grimace “Yes?” Rhys raised a finger to stop Azriel from continuing on. “Can you come up to the house of wind?” Sighing he looked at Azriel before rolling his eyes. “Can it wait? I'm currently in the middle of getting a report from Az.” a beat of silence passed in Rhys mind before the quiet voice of his brother came back in “It’s y/n”

Cassian could hear the beating of two sets of wings before he could see them. It didn't take a genius to know that they were flying at max speed. Cassian took a big breath and held it for a few seconds before blowing it out between thinly pressed lips. This would probably be the last time that he could breath normally for a while. Just as the two males touched down he glanced over to where his mate was still cradling your head and periodically removing her hand to look at the bruising and your split lip to see how bad it was getting.

Rhysand hadn’t even landed when his eyes locked on your body laying flat on the mat with Nesta holding your head. As soon as his feet touched the hard surface of the roof he was pouncing on Cassian with questions. “What the hell happened to her? Why is she laying on the mat with Nesta holding her face?” Cassian said nothing as he folded his high lord to where his sister lay. He knew as soon as Rhys saw your face he would be done for. Rhysand wouldn’t need any answers to his questions, he would know exactly what happened and who did it. Azriel fell in place with Cassian behind Rhys as they made their way to where you were lying and he glanced at his brother for a second with an eyebrow raised as if to ask what happened. Cassian just grimaced and shook his head. Azriel would also know what happened as soon as Nesta removed her hand from your face.

Cassian stayed back a few steps as Rhys bent down to get a closer look at you. Azriel was on the other side. “Nesta move your hand.” She didn’t do so, “Before I do you need to know that it was an accident and–” The tone of Rhysands words that came next left no room for discussion. “I said remove your hand.” The power in the high lord's voice raged over her like the waves of an ocean before a hurricane. She hated how the power made her bend to his will. Quietly she removed her hand as both males took in your face. The bruising has officially started to begin. All of your right cheek was painted with colors of red, purple and spots of dark red where the blood vessels broke. The bruising also danced along your cheekbone and around your eye, presumably from the impact, and down towards your jaw. Right where the bruising meets your lip is where it was split open and now had dried blood crusting along the open cut and down your chin.

After taking in your appearance Rhysand stood to his full high he turned around to look at the other male. “Cassian” his voice was cool and emotionless, the voice of a high lord. “Did you do this to my sister?” As much as it sounded like a question both males knew it was not. It was more like an interrogation.

As Nesta watched from afar as her mate and her brother-in-law were preparing to have at it she prodded in her sister's mind. “Feyre you need to come to the house of wind.” She paused for a moment as she listened to Cassian try to explain himself and what happened. “Now.” she added. Her attention was pulled from the fight that was sure to happen in a few moments with the jostling of your body beneath her hand. Looking down again she sees Azriel gently pull your body into his being as careful as possible as not to cause you any more pain. Nesta was sure that you were too out of it to feel more pain, as you didn’t even respond when she called out your name and your eyes were too unfocused and dazed to notice anything happening around you, still she thought the gesture was sweet.

“Where are you taking her?” Even though she wanted to go wherever Az was taking you she knew that she needed to be here when Rhys was done with her mate. To nurse him back to health. Or bring him back from the dead, whichever happened first. “She needs to be seen by Madja.” She nods her head in agreement as glances back over to her mate. She was sure the blood bath would start at any second. “I agree.” Finally after getting you into a position in Azirels arms that he deemed safe enough he shot off into the air and towards Madja’s clinic just as her sister flew in. Frantically Feyre looks at where her mate and her brother-in-law stood a few feet away brawling. “What the hell happened?” Nesta glanced down at her younger sister before returning her gaze to the fight. “Cassian accidentally punched y/n in the face and knocked her out.” Feyre felt her jaw drop all while turning to look at her older sister who just shrugged her shoulders in nonchalance.

When you woke up the first thing you noticed was the pounding headache ravaging your mind, the next thing you noticed was the excruciating pain in your face and jaw. Whatever happened to you must have been pretty bad for you to be feeling this way. Especially with fae healing. After cataloging the different types of pain and discomfort you were feeling you took in your surroundings. Plush big bed, the soothing smell of your brother's cologne, and paintings of Nyx, Feyre and your brother decorated the walls. You were in your brother's room. You must have been hurt pretty bad for you to wake up in a room that wasn’t your own. Closing your eyes again in hopes of soothing the pain inside your head you take a few deep breaths while you were at it.

Reluctantly you pushed the warm blankets off your body and made your way into the bathroom. The soft glow of faelights illuminated the bathroom and casted it into warmth. The setting sun on the horizon told you that you apparently had been out for most of the day, if not a day or two. Turning to look in the mirror you gasp at the sight in front of you. “Oh” a beat of silence “I look like shit.” gently you press a finger into the dark purple, blue and black bruise covering most of the right side of your face. You cringe back at the pain your prodding had induced. It took you a few seconds of staring at your own reflection to remember what had caused this but eventually you remembered.

You were sparring with Cassian in hand to hand combat and while the two of you were circling each other you could have swore you saw Azriel in the corner of your eye. Going to confirm it you turned your head to the right as Cassian's arm made a big and powerful swing and made contact with your face. After that you can’t remember anything. Giving it another once over you shrugged “At least he didn’t break my face.” you muttered to yourself before making your way out of the room and down to the kitchen or living room. You knew that you would only make it to one or the other before somebody was destined to stop you.

You got as far as the living room. Rhysand sat in a chair as he watched his wife and son play on the floor. The soft padding of your feet on the marble floors pulled him from his silent brooding. You watched from the entrance of the room and your brother practically shot up from his seat and in three quick strides stood in front of you. “ You're awake!” Even though you knew he meant it as a statement it felt more like a question. “Yeah?” You watched as your brother sighed in relief before gently pulling you into his arms. One arm around your back and the other stroking your hair. He made sure the unbruised part of your face rested on his chest. Returning the hug you arm your arms around the waist of your brother wrapping each hand around your forearms and your rest your complete weight against him. For a few seconds nothing was said as he gently rocked you back in front in the same spot.

Silently he pulls back to examine your face. You watch as his eyes take in the much darker welt on your face and the slowly closing fractured lip. He releases another sigh before once again pulling you back into him. “How are you feeling?” his tone in gentle and soft, knowing just how much your head probably hurts. Rhys had also been on the receiving end of Cassian's powerful strike, more times then he would like to admit. “My head feels like it's been cracked in two and my face feels like it might of been shattered but other than that I feel just peachy.” you felt the rumbling of your brother's chest before you heard the soft laughter. “I’m glad to see Cassian didn’t cause any brain damage.” Now it was your turn to laugh.

A peaceful quiet settled over the two of you and for a second you enjoyed it. Closing your eyes you listened to the steady heartbeat of your brother's heart, and for a second it reminded you of when you were a child. Any time you were scared or just in need of your brother's love you would seek him out and cling to him like your life depended on it. And without questioning he would simply wrap his arms around your tiny frame while you rested your head against his chest listening to the soothing sounds of his heartbeat until you fell asleep.

Those memories are some of the ones you hold closest to your heart and the current situation reminded you of when you were a child. Gently you knocked on the barely there shield of Rhys mind, he welcomes you in with open arms and there you show him all those precious memories this moment reminded you of. Some things are for certain and one of those things is sometimes you just need the love and comfort of your brother. Gently he squeezes your body closer into his own while still rocking you back and forth before placing part of his cheek and chin on top of your head. “Should we get you something to eat?” he all but whispers into the space above your head. Nodding your face against your chest the two of you pull away from each other after a few seconds. Rhysand keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he leads you into the kitchen. He may not be a great cook and usually avoids the kitchen like it had the plague but for his little sister he would do anything. Even if that meant potentially burning his house down.

It was a few days of living with your brother at his house before he thought you were ok enough to return back to the house of wind. That was only after Madja had even the ok that you would be good enough to survive the flight up there. You rolled your eyes behind his back as he talked with Madja. It was less than a five minute flight from his house to the top of the house of wind. If all else failed and you felt bad during the flight you would squeeze your eyes shut and pray you don’t throw up.

When you finally returned to your house you were surprised to see it empty. “Where is everyone?” you asked as your brother trailed behind you while entering the living room. “Nesta is with Feyre and Nyx shopping and Cass and Az are currently on a mission.” settling into the couch you glance over your shoulder at your very sweet but protective brother “Back to calling him Cass? That must mean you no longer feel like murdering him.” you watch as your brother makes himself comfortable on the couch across from you. “I’m still not happy with him but that doesn’t mean I hate him either.”

The room fills with silence yet again. “Why were you even sparring with him in the first place?” Furrowing your brows you look at him confused. “Uh because Azriel wasn’t there to do it? It was supposed to be the two of them but I guess something came up and no one else there has enough years of experience with the technique the Valkyries were learning so I stepped in to help.” It was now your brother's turn to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “I didn’t give him anything to do so I don’t know why he wasn’t there.” Shrugging you look around before answering. “I mean he is a spymaster. I’m sure he has things that we don't get the privilege to know.”

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babygirlwritessmut · 2 months ago

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♡︎ part8. mysterious box under Vi`s closet

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: you`ve noticed an interesting box under the closet, the items inside surprised you, but also gave an idea

・❥・ genre: smut + grumpy x sunshine

・❥・ word count: 1.9k

✎ warnings: 18+, SMUT, sub!vi, dom!reader, handcuffs, oral sex

MINORS DNI!

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“what's in that box?” - you asked, sitting on Vi's bed while doing your homework, as she punched the bag in the corner of the room.

“what box, cupcake?” - she caught the bag with her hands and turned to face you. her body was slightly sweaty, and her hair was partially covering her face. "hot." the muscles on her body were especially tense, distracting you from your homework, but you couldn't help staring. maybe studying on her bed in her room while watching her work out wasn't the most effective way to learn, but could you really resist?

“the box under your closet. I noticed it the first night, but I kept forgetting to ask.”

“forgot because you were too distracted by me?” - Vi slowly approached the bed, pulling you up by the chin to kiss you.

“yeah, that's true. it's hard to focus when you're around,” - you said, your lips brushing against hers.

“then why are you here?” - she said in a quieter tone. "I know that tone."

“don't change the subject. will you tell me what's in it?” - you asked, still curious but not wanting to push her too much.

Vi hesitated for a second but finally said, - “see for yourself.”

reluctantly, you broke away from her lips and got up from the bed. something inside you told you that it wasn't just a box of family albums. as you approached the closet, you hesitantly pulled the box out and placed it on the table. you could feel Vi's eyes on your back, and when you turned to catch her reaction, she was already sitting on the bed, slightly leaning back. "I could just sit on her right now. she knows how irresistible she looks."

you turned your attention back to the mysterious box and asked before opening it, - “should I be worried?”

“maybe just a little,” - she said, and you could tell from her voice that she was smiling.

you ran your hand over the box, then finally opened it. what you saw inside it shocked you. nervous laughter escaped your lips unexpectedly. you could still feel Vi's gaze on you, but you didn't turn around to check. instead, you continued to study the contents of the box with your eyes. handcuffs, a few vibrators of different shapes, and... a strap-on. you stared at it for a few seconds in complete silence.

“I didn't think you'd have something like this,” - you said, feeling a little awkward. it was somehow uncomfortable to look at her, your cheeks burning, but your curiosity was growing.

“why not?”

“I don't know, I just never thought about these kinds of things,” - you said. "liar."

“so, you've never imagined me tying you to the bed and doing whatever I want with you?” - her voice sent a wave of emotions through you, making your breath hitch.

of course, you had thought about it. sometimes you fantasized about things you’d never say out loud. maybe you just weren't confident enough, or maybe you worried about how Vi would react. you decided not to answer her question, but she already knew everything by the look on your face.

you slowly took the handcuffs out of the box, examining them. Vi watched your every move. she couldn't quite read your reaction yet, so she let you take your time to process what you found.

“have you ever used these before?”

“yes, cupcake. a few times.”

“no, I mean... has anyone ever used them on you?” - you turned to face Vi slowly to hear her answer. she looked a bit puzzled, her brows furrowing slightly.

“on me?”

“yeah, has anyone ever cuffed you to the bed with them?”

“no, it usually goes the other way around.” – she laughed.

you started turning the handcuffs over in your hands, lowering your eyes to them. your mind was filled with thoughts and different possibilities of how you two could use them. a pleasant, tugging sensation appeared low in your belly.

“would you want to?” - you asked, the question lingering in the air between you. you slowly shifted your gaze to her, fully turning to face her.

“are you making a specific offer, or just curious?” - she wondered.

“I'm suggesting we try something new,” - you said, slowly approaching the bed and kneeling in front of her between her legs. - “what do you say?”

she leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on yours, and said, - “I trust you.”

you placed the handcuffs on the bed and slowly ran your hands along her thighs. a whirlwind was brewing inside you. your hands began to explore her body more actively, tracing your fingers over her legs, thighs, and abs. Vi's breathing quickened slightly, and this reaction only fueled your desire. finally, you stood up and said, - “will you lie on your back for me?”

without a word, Vi did as you asked, never taking her eyes off you. you pressed your body against hers and kissed her passionately. your lips devoured each other, tongues entwining, until all your clothes were on the floor. seeing Vi like this was not only incredibly arousing, but the fact that she trusted you so much also made your heart swell with joy.

“will you give me your hands, sunshine?”

“oh wow, I guess I’ve finally earned my nickname,” - she said, extending her hands to you. you carefully placed the handcuffs on her wrists. no words in the world could describe how excited you were at that moment.

“for the first time, I won't cuff you to the bed itself, so you can stop me at any moment, okay?”

“the first time?” - she smirked. “I like your attitude.”

with a swift movement, you pinned Vi's hands above her head and pressed your body against hers again. “keep them up there, sunshine.” Vi let out a soft moan at the motion, and you started kissing her face, slowly moving down to her neck. your hand found its way to her breasts, and when Vi tried to break free and reach for you, you caught her hands and put them back in place.

“no, that won't do,” - you said, moving back up to her face and leaning in close to her ear. “if you behave, I'll let you use anything from that box on me.” you felt Vi's breath hitch at your words, and she bit her lip. “anything,” - you added, hinting at one specific item that both scared and excited you.

when you looked at Vi again, you caught her nod. “good. now let me continue what I started.”

“can't wait, cupcake,” - Vi murmured.

you returned to her neck, kissing gently, occasionally nibbling at her skin. Vi's reactions were priceless, her soft moans were turning you on even more. as your hands played with her breasts, the sounds became louder, and you squeezed and teased them with your tongue. not neglecting her hardening nipples, your kisses trailed lower. you took your time, savoring Vi's sweet moans as she began to arch her back slightly, yet kept her hands where they were supposed to be. your lips kissed every inch of her abs, trailing your tongue over them until you reached the most delicate spot.

“are you okay with this, sunshine?” - you asked, wanting to make sure. your top priority was her comfort and pleasure, and you wanted to make this as enjoyable for her as possible. when she nodded her approval, you gently traced your finger along her folds, spreading them slightly. Vi bit her lip, anticipation clear in her eyes as she waited for your next move. you pressed your middle finger against her clit, causing Vi to close her eyes in pleasure and let out a low moan.

you felt like you could just devour her. leaning closer to her core, you gently spread her legs wider with your hands for better access. Vi tensed up a bit, but you soothed her body with soft touches.

in a matter of seconds, your lips were on her pussy, making Vi's hips rise slightly. seizing the moment, you grabbed her by the butt, and Vi arched her back again, caught off guard. your tongue teased her clit while your other hand caressed her body. you savored every detail of the moment - the way her body responded to your touch, the sounds you drew from her, and how she tasted. when your tongue started to move more vigorously against her wetness, Vi instinctively threw her legs over your shoulders.

“yes, just like that,” - she tried to say through sweet moans.

realizing you were doing everything right, you gripped her thighs and began to eat her out more eagerly. Vi moaned and arched her back while your tongue explored her intimate area. her body especially responded when you slipped it inside her, so you let go of her thigh and slowly inserted a finger into her.

“please, yes,” - Vi began to beg.

you picked up the pace as you noticed how her body moved in sync with your rhythm. when you added a second finger, she cried out.

“I'm so close... so close, cupcake,” - she gasped as your fingers curled, pressing against that soft spot inside her. the feeling of her walls tightening around your fingers was driving you absolutely wild. you sucked on her clit while they pressed deeper inside her.

after a few more motions, Vi moaned, and her release coated your tongue. you eagerly licked it up.

“if only I’d known how sweet you taste, sunshine,” - you whispered, slowly withdrawing your fingers with a soft, slick sound. she was a beautiful mess - her hands still cuffed above her head, her breath ragged, her pink hair damp with sweat, and her lips slightly parted. if you could, you'd picture this moment to remember it forever.

you planted a gentle kiss on her stomach, and your eyes met.

“did you like it?” - you asked with a satisfied smile.

“I... it was incredible, cupcake. I don’t even have the words to describe it,” - she said, still struggling to form her thoughts into sentences.

you helped her sit up, taking off the handcuffs, and she kissed you, cupping your face in her hands. that gesture felt like her way of showing that she was happy, that she wanted to be there, and that you were the one Vi wanted to share this experience with.

after your amazing moment together, you both headed to the shower. you couldn't help but admire how beautiful her body was, how exquisite she could be, and most importantly, that she was yours. you held each other close and kissed under the comforting stream of warm water.

when you returned to the room, you both started to clean up. the crumpled sheets reminded you of what had just happened, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Vi noticed it and, while putting the handcuffs back into the box, said, “I saw you notice. I didn’t move, so I hope you’ll keep your promise next time,” - she said with a smirk. you just bit your lip. "definitely."

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spidernuggets · 8 months ago

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could you pretty please, if you have any request spaces left open, do a little something where y/n is like a ball of sunshine type character and nothing ever seems to break her or get her hopes down, but one day jason is suuupper pissed off about smth and he verbally takes it out on her and it makes her cry, and he feels bad immediately but won't admit to that just yet because he's in his asshole era (maybe this would fit titans jay better), and he just doubles down like why the hell are you crying that he's seen her handle waayy worse than this and still manage to stay upbeat, and she's like forcing herself to stop crying and pull herself together and she tells him it's cuz it's him and hes like oh of course you'd cry over me cuz I'm just so awful and she's like actually no cuz it hurts to be on the receiving end of his anger because she's a little bit in love with him. Angst is my absolute fav so that's why I'm asking for sadness 💔😢

Jason Todd x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

Note: Yayyy angst! 🥳🥳

"Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"

"Hey, Jay! Wanna train together?" You came skipping into the training room, seeing Jason already throwing a couple of strikes to a punching bag.

"Not today." He replies, refusing to look at you and continuing to hit the bag, quickly wiping the sweat dripping from his forhead.

"C'mon, just one quick sparring match, hm? Please! You said you'd show me how to do that cool headlock thingy," you kept your upbeat attitude, missing the memo that Jason was not having it today.

"Jesus, I said no! Would you fuck off, I'm busy," he raises his voice at you.

He was in a mood because just a few hours ago, Dick threatened to bench him if Jason couldn't keep in line. If Jason won't stop disobeying orders, Dick wouldn't think twice about taking the mask and cape away from him.

But when Jason raised his voice, your smile quivered. "Oh.. I'm sorry. Maybe later, yeah? I know sparring makes you feel better!-"

You were cut off by Jason, fully yelling at you this time. "For fuck's sake, can you not take a hint or are you really that fucking dense? I don't wanna fucking spar right now, and I don't wanna spar with you! So how 'bout you get this through your thick skull, and fuck off!" He didn't mean to say any of that. He mentally punched himself for ever opening his mouth.

He knows you just wanted to make him feel better, but his stupid brain made him take his anger out on you. He always admired your happy and positive attitude. He doesn't know how you keep it up. Every time you walked into the room, it was like an angel came in with a glowing aura accompanying you. And his heart always swelled at the fantasy that you shared that aura with him every time you spoke a word to him, every compliment you gave him, every smile you sent his way. He wanted to apologise, but his thick pride got in the way.

"I..." You could barely get a word out. Jason has never talked to you like that before. Hell, he never even raised his voice to you before. You hiccuped, your throat getting clogged up, and you felt like you needed to hurl whike your chest ached.

It was too late before you noticed the salty tears travelling down your reddened cheeks. And it was too late before Jason noticed his mouth talking faster than his brain could think.

"Fuck, now you're crying?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There's literally nothing to cry over, and I shouldn't even need to tell you twice to leave me alone!" What the fuck, why won't he stop talking?

You tried to wipe away your tears and tug your lips upward to show at least half a smile, but a choked out whine escaped instead.

"Honestly, stop crying, would you?" He really couldn't stop himself. Words just kept vomiting out his mouth like that time he drank one brew too many last time he kicked some villain's ass. He liked that memory. Granted, he was throwing up buckets, but you were behind him as he was hunched over the toilet seat. You thought he'd forgotten the next morning, but he clearly remembered how you were right behind him, rubbing his back in comfort, telling him you'd stay with him as long as he wanted. He also remembered the way you supported him up while walking him back to his room. He remembered you tucking him into bed, placing a trash can beside it, making sure he's sleeping on his side. He remembered you quietly reminding him about the water bottle you left on his nightstand. He also remembered that bold and cheeky peck you left in the soft curls of his head while telling him to get some good rest.

"You literally got stabbed and had a near death experience, and you were smiling the whole time you were recovering! Now you're crying? And for what?!"

"You- You're being mean," you sniffled.

He scoffs again and lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"

You tried holding in your sobs, but that led to you almost choking on your held breath, your chest feeling full, and your head feeling sore. Jason wanted nothing more for you to slap him, hit him, shut him up. He wanted to tell you he didn't mean it, that he was sorry. He wanted to run up to you, hug you in a tight embrace, and tell you not to cry because he actually is a prick and an asshole.

"Literally, why the hell are you still even here! Get lost, I'm not gonna say it again!" He yells for the final time before going back to the punching bag. And after the few seconds he got back to it, he glanced at where you were standing and saw you were already gone.

He curled over, leaning his hands over his knees, panting furiously. He wasn't sure if the tiredness came from the punches or the yelling. Maybe both. But picturing the broken look on your face pissed him off even more. Not because you were sad. Because he was the one who made you sad. This made him hate himself even more.

He tore the boxing gloves off his hands, projecting them off somewhere in the room, and yelled out in anger. He didn't even notice he started crying himself.

It's been another couple of hours. Your cheeks were long dried, but that didn't stop your shallow breaths from shaking continuously.

You then heard light knocks coming from your door. You took 3 deep and calm breaths before going towards it to see who it was.

Jason was pretty much the last person you'd expect to be standing on the other side. Furthermore, him holding a small bouquet of flowers in his trembling hands was the last thing you'd expect him to present to you. But you were scared to make the wrong move that might tick him off again.

"Jason, can we talk later I-" You said slowly in a whisper, looking at the ground while shaking your head, trying to close the door on him.

"Y/n, please," he holds the door, leaving a little gap open between you and him. "I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have yelled, and I-"

"No, Jason, stop. It's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed you, and I'm sor-"

"Don't you dare apologise." This time, when Jason raised his voice, it was different. It was softer. "It's not your fault. I was just angry, and I took it out on you. The only thing I was right about was that I am a prick and an asshole. And- and I took your gorgeous smile away from you, and-" He started to word vomit again, but this time, it made your lips tug upwards. "And I don't want you to fuck off or get lost. I never want you to get lost because your so amazing and."

He continued his rambles and didn't notice that you opened the door wider. He tore his gaze away from the ground, and his heart raced when he felt your hands cupped around his own that were holding the flowers.

"The flowers are really pretty, Jay," you smiled at him.

Your happiness was so magnetising that he mirrored your smile. But it faltered. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "You shouldn't have cried over me because of how much of an asshole I am.."

You sighed, taking the flowers from his grasp and holding them close to your chest, your finger gently gliding over some of the petals. "Let's be real, Jason, you're always an asshole. But... I was crying because you've never been so angry at me before. I was crying because I hated knowing that I was the one who pissed who off."

"Shit, oh, sweet thing, no," he quietly replied, holding both your shoulders, making you look at him. Your face warmed at the nickname. "You- You didn't piss me off. I was already pissed off before that. It was just bad timing, and me being a hot head- you can never make me angry."

Neither of you realised how the two of you were in such close proximity.

"Well... you can make it up to me?" You say, your spark of sunshine and optimism coming back.

"Yeah- yes, how, I'l do anything," Jason quickly replied.

You step back, walking to your desk, pulling an empty vase to put the flowers in. "There's a cute cafe that opened downtown," you started, admiring the arrangement of flowers. "Go with me?" You shyly ask, back still facing him.

Jason smiled wider, thinking that alone time with you would count as a date. "Of course, sugar. Anything else?"

You giggled and turned around and crossed your arms. "Yes. You're paying, obviously," you walked up to him.

"Obviously," he copied.

"And I want this to be a date." This was a new, bold side to you. You've never been this straightforward before.

Jason glances up to the ceiling for a few seconds, pretending to think. "Yeah," he places his his hands on your waist, your own resting on his chest. "I think that could be arranged."

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storiesfromafan · 7 days ago

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My Girl - Benny Cross x Reader

A/N: I know this is a slow series, but hopefully it's not too bad 😅

(Also, posting this from my phone, might have to fix this up later 😅😅)

Previous: Part One, Part Two, Part Three

I’ve got sunshine, on a cloudy day

When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May (ooh)

I guess you’d say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin’ ‘bout my girl, my girl

- My Girl by The Temptations

It had been a week since Benny spoke to you. And it was all he could think about. Sure, he’d seen you around the town, mostly at the grocery shop or the diner, in passing. But it wasn’t enough. He’d gotten a taste of your sweet voice. Seeing you up close; the colour of your eyes, which had specs of (colour) to them. How your hair was (colour) but when the light hits it, it looked (colour). How your cheeks go a rosy colour when you were shy or embarrassed. Benny wanted to experience it all so much more.

Cal waved his hand in front of Benny's face, snapping the young Vandal from his thoughts of you. That’s right, he was currently playing a game of pool with the man laughing at him. While waiting for his shot, it looks like Benny had zoned out again. Holding the cue against his body, Benny shot Cal and those around him an embarrassed smile. Which only made them laugh.

“Sorry" he muttered, moving with his cue to the pool table and looking over his options. Before finally lining up his shot and taking it, sinking the four ball.

Johnny was sitting near by on a stool, nursing his beer. “Ya alright kid? Ain’t like ya to be off with the fairies".

Before Benny could say a word, Cal beat him to the punch. “Yeah, he’s alright. Just found himself a girl".

Johnny raised his eyebrows in surprise, this was the first time he’d heard about there being a girl. “Is that right, huh?”

Another man – one from the diner incidents – laughed before speaking up, “yeah! She’s a shy, little thing. Some of the guys were makin' fun of her, but Benny stepped in and told them to ‘knock it off’”.

Johnny nodded, listening to the man’s words. Benny stood back from the pool table – his turnover – as he listened to them, embarrassed by the retelling of the diner. But it was true. He stepped in and defended you. And he would do it again for you if needed him too.

Sliding off his stool, Johnny down the rest of his beer before walking past Benny. He chuckled, patting him on the back. “Well, ya'll have to bring her around sometime. Would be nice to meet the girl that’s got ya by the balls".

Johnny then walked off to speak with a few other guys. Cal and the guys around Benny laughed at their leaders' words. They even jostled Benny and shared their own comments, which he wasn’t too fond of. But Benny knew he’d have to bring you to the bar. It would be a shock for you, but he knew you could handle it. Plus he’d be there with you, making sure nothing happened to you.

“Alright, spill!” Fran demanded, as she and Sandra sat across from you in a booth at the diner where this all began.

“Yeah! I had to hear it from my neighbour, who heard from her hair dresser, who got the gossip from Mrs Martin about Benny coming into the grocery store! And talking to you!?” Added Sandra.

You sat on your side of the booth, wishing it would swallow you up from their intense gazes. Once more, they asked you about Benny. And to be honest, you didn’t know what it meant. He’d come in for gum, and you shared a small conversation.

Taking a sip from the milkshake before you, you sat back and cleared your throat. “Well...there’s not much to say-" you started before being interrupted.

“Oh bull!” Huffed Fran. “From what we’ve heard, it was pretty intense between you too!”

“Yeah, so don’t down play it!” Added Sandra.

You sighed. “Really! It wasn’t like that, it wasn’t that big a deal!” You took a moment to gather your thoughts. “It went like this; I was just working and stupidly singing when I was surprised to see Benny. And I was a complete bumbling idiot! He wanted to buy gum-"

“Gum?” Both women questioned.

You nodded. “Yes, gum. He then apologised for the Vandals comments" you recalled that moment a week ago. “Benny then asked for my name, which I gave him, and he said it was pretty, that it suits me...then Mrs Martin showed up, and yeah, she wasn’t pleasant to him at all".

Both women stared at you, as you went back to your milkshake. “Bull" Sandra said, leaning over the table. “That’s not the story, right?”

“Yeah, its too...clean?” Fran said confused.

You wanted to laugh at their faces, but held back. “It’s the truth".

Both women sat back against the booth, utterly confused. As they began to tell you, the way they heard it was some big drama. That Benny was harassing you when Mrs Martin stepped in. Not to mention one retelling told that you were shamelessly flirting with Benny, practically in his hands, one palm on each cheek, and not that of your face. You blushed at the notion.

“If this is what we've heard, just imagine what your parents might hear" Fran's words sobered you up.

You hadn’t even thought about your parents, and God only knows what they’ll say, or do, if they hear the gossip of Benny and you. But it being after a week and only now had your friends heard about it. So, there could be a small chance they might not hear it. So long as you stayed clear of any further gossip, you might be in the clear.

Unfortunately for you, the other half of the gossip mill didn’t know your plan. You heard the bell above the diner door jingle and heavy feet. You were talking to your friends, not even caring about your surroundings. It was only when you glanced up to look at Sandra and Fran, discussing a coming movie to your local theatre, were you confused to see their shocked faces. They looked stunned, mouths slightly agape and eyes wide. Before you could questioned them the silence at your table was disturbed by an all too familiar gruff voice.

“Hey (Y/N)”

You turned only to find Benny. Who looked just as good as the last time you’d seen him. Only this time he was wearing dirty white jeans, black t-shirt and his denim vest that sported the Vandal colours. The way he looked at you with those baby blues of his, warm and twinkling. The way his full lips turned up in a shy, slightly toothy smile.

You felt one of your friends kick your foot, snapping you from your observation of him. “H-hi Benny...”

Hearing his name from your lips, in that honeyed voice of yours, had Benny's heart skipping a beat. His smile brightened, and he slowly began to relax. Finally, he noticed your companions, which he smiled at – but not as brightly as he had you. Benny even shot them a hey. You’d have laughed at their reaction to being acknowledged by the gorgeous Vandal. But you were busy trying to wrap your head around him being here in the first place. And even then, that voice in the back of your head was telling you to be careful, you don’t need more gossip getting around town.

“Mind if I join ya?” Benny asked, looking at you, yet not even waiting for your reply before slipping in into the booth next to you, boxing you in without an escape.

All you could do was look at Benny, not doubt like a deer in headlights, while he just continued to look at you. That charming smile on his lips. Both Fran and Sandra shared a look before turning back to you and Benny. One of the women cleared their throat, which got your attention. Turning from Benny, breaking the connection between you both. From there, they made small talk, which was mostly directed at Benny. Who only gave vague or one word answers.

You found it amusing how he didn’t seem to care for their attention. Yet when you spoke, he listened attentively and spoke to you. Slowly, you relaxed and were able to drink the rest of your milkshake, all while those baby blues watched you. Fran and Sandra eventually left, as they weren’t getting any of Benny's attention. So they slinked away with their tails between their legs.

“Finally, just us" Benny sighed, placing his arm on the back of the booth. His fingers brushing your clothed back.

A small, pleasant shiver ran down your spine. Your breath catching for a moment. You imagined what it would be like if you had been wearing a sun dress. How warm he would be, how rough those pads would be against your skin.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Benny's rough voice said into your ear, his breath fanning over you from how close he was to you.

When you turned to look at him, you were surprised to see how close Benny was. Being so close, you could see how blue his eyes were, with small specs of a darker blue. They were beautiful and captivating. You could easily get lost in those blues.

“A-ah, yeah...I'm fine" you squeaked out, making Benny chuckle.

He moved back a little, a warm smile crossing his lips at your words. “Good. I wanna know, do you wanna come to a meetin’ when I get back in town?”

You blinked. “You’re leaving?”

“Just for a few days, sweetheart," he replied, drumming his hands on the booth.

“Oh...” you muttered.

Then you took a moment to think over his offer. You knew you should keep your distance, stop any chance of gossip coming back to bite you. And yet, this was the second time he’d sought you out. Coming to talk to you. You should be running away from Benny Cross, and yet you wanted to move closer to him. Maybe you could be a girl he could want.

‘You sure?’ That voice asked. Yet you did your best to ignore it.

Pushing away your thoughts and insecurities, forgetting the repercussions that could come from talking and being seen with Benny. You couldn’t deny how you liked having his attention. So, you made your bed and planned to lie in it.

“Sure Benny" you smiled.

#benny cross x reader #benny cross x y/n #benny cross x you #the bikeriders x reader #austin butler x reader #benny the bikeriders

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runningfrom2am · 10 months ago

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cold nights // part seventeen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness (r has a panic attack), she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: this is the tea guys get ready for a LOADED chapter. also,, i apologize.

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Coryo wants to ask you who that guy was- why he made you so instantly uncomfortable, and he wants to, but he's cut off before he can get a word out by someone shouting your name. You tense under his hold, freezing on the spot. Then your name comes again, and as Coryo turns to see the face of whoever it is, he was met with the very same blonde boy just a few feet away.

"Hey, leavin' already?" He asks, tilting his head at you as you turn. He doesn't even spare a glance in Coryo's direction. "Didn't even say hello."

"Oh, well, I'm just... not feeling well." You reply, dropping Coryo's hand in favour of shielding yourself around your waist.

"Oh, that's a shame. Can I walk you home?" He offers.

"I've got it, actually." Coryo answers stiffly, straightening his shoulders as he takes in the boy's attire. Blue slacks, a white T-shirt, and a buzzcut. He's a peacekeeper.

The boy looks him up and down, a smirk forming on his lips. "This is your mentor. Saw him on TV with you, I didn't realise that was a... permanent arrangement."

"Coriolanus just came to visit. He's a good friend." You say quietly, hardly to be heard over the Covey band playing in the background.

"Oh! A friend. Of course." He laughs, speaking to you, but his eyes are locked with Coryo's; unafraid, taunting. "And here I was thinking you had a type."

"Y/N has never mentioned you." Coryo states, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep himself from throwing a punch. "Who are you, exactly?"

"Right! Sorry, I'm Cole." The blonde boy replies.

Coryo could laugh. Clearly, he was local. "Should I take a blind guess at where your father works, Cole?"

His jaw tenses in response, but then he laughs. "Yeah, yeah. You'd probably be right." He reaches up, running his hand over his jaw. "You know, if Y/N isn't up to giving you a tour, maybe I could take you out in the woods and show you where your father was murdered. How does that sound, Snow?"

You look up at your friend, eyes wide. Coryo doesn't know what to say or do, but he looks pissed. "Cole, enough." You state, trying to steady the shake in your voice. "That was cruel and you know it."

"Oh, was it? Sorry." He apologizes, but he's looking past you at a seething Coriolanus. He can only hear his heartbeat in his ears, and he wants nothing more than to beat this guy to a pulp right where he stands.

"Coryo, let's just go, please..." He can suddenly hear your voice, and feel your hands against his chest, trying to urge him out the door.

"Yeah, you two head out." Cole chuckles, lifting one hand in a wave. "I'll give you some advice though, bud, you're not getting anything from her by walking her home. I've been down that road and jeez- it's really not worth it."

Coryo didn't care anymore if you were trying to get him out; he steps past you and is throwing a fist right into Cole's nose before you could make a move to stop him. Bringing up his father was one thing, saying something so disgusting about you was totally another. Coriolanus would not look past that and be a pacifist right now- even if that's what you wanted.

You stumble back with a gasp, hands flying up to cover your mouth. You stand frozen as Coryo knocks him down, laying punch after punch onto a boy you once thought of as a friend.

Hit. After. Hit.

You couldn't see his eyes. You weren't sure why you were looking. Deep down, you knew you wouldn't like what you saw.

You back up. Back, back, back until your head hits the wall and you can't keep going. You didn't realize you were breathing so fast until you started to get dizzy. People are shouting, a crowd is forming. Too many people, too much screaming- the music has stopped, and you watch from outside your body as Sejanus wraps his arms around Coriolanus's waist and yanks him back so he's standing upright again.

He wipes his bloodied mouth on his wrist, then promptly pushes his hair back out of his eyes as he spits the blood in his mouth down on Cole as he lies on the ground. Time is moving so slowly that you're not even sure he's moving. Is he dead?

Your eyes flit back up to Coriolanus again, and his eyes catch yours. You try to take a step back again, but the wall is still there. Shades of red cloud the edges of your vision, and you're stuck making eye contact with him. Frozen, and terrified.

"No- no, no Y/N, wait-" He starts to speak to you. You wonder if you're dreaming. If this was another nightmare- worse than the others. It was personal. "Y/N- hey, don't look at me like that. Come on, don't look at me like that. Talk to me." He's saying, pleading with you, and you can only read his lips as tears fall quick and heavy from your eyes.

He takes one step with empty but bloodied hands held out in front of him, and you're running. It's the worst kind of deja vu. You don't know where to go- you can't go outside. He knows where you live, where your family lives, and it's too long of a walk to be able to make it. He would catch you if you tried to run home alone.

You're trying to sprint through a crowd of drunk people, many of whom are fighting as well now, and you almost don't even notice when you take a hit to the side of the head with someone's elbow as you try and get to the back room. You don't have time to care. You look back over your shoulder, shoving your way through as quickly as you can. He's following you. You can see his blonde hair in the semi-cleared path you made for yourself.

You can't look back, you have to look forward as you dart down the dark hallway, praying that the Covey's makeshift dressing room has a lock on the door. You didn't even realize you were screaming until you slammed the door behind you, scrambling for the lock and sliding the rusty metal shut as you barricaded the door with your body.

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Coryo shouts, shoving his way through the crowd behind you. You can't hear him, even when he catches your eyes. That same fear behind them made his gut twist.

He only just clears the crowd behind you when someone is standing right in his path, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back. Lucy Gray. She wasn't strong, but she needed to be. "What have you done!" She's shouting right in his face, pushing him back again, but it does little to move him. "Why would you do that in front of her?! Get out of here! Now!"

"No, no, Lucy Gray I need to-"

"Coriolanus Snow if you don't get away from her right now I swear to god I-"

"No, you don't understand I-"

"I understand damn fine, thank you!" She huffs. "Sejanus, go get Lennox."

He didn't even clock that Sejanus was holding onto him, keeping him from getting any closer to you even though you were locked behind that door he could see just feet away. He could hear you screaming, sobbing, and he only wanted to help.

"Okay, yeah. I will." Sejanus says, turning his grip onto Coryo's arm. "Come on, you gotta go."

He had seen Sejanus angry before, but it was never directed at him. "Sejanus, please, I have to help her, I can't go through this again I really-"

"You can help her by leaving."

Coryo's heart sinks in his chest, but he lets Sejanus pull him away, and he stares hopelessly back over his shoulder at the door as Lucy Gray knocks on it, talking to you through the metal barrier protecting you from him.

"Y/N/N, hey, it's me. It's Lucy Gray. You gotta let me in, sweetheart. Come on, open up." She's trying to stay calm as she knocks on the door, repeatedly trying the handle on it. "I'm alone, I promise you're safe, Y/N/N. Open the door, please."

You can hear her, but everything besides your broken sobs sounds distant as you're curled up against the opposite wall. There's not enough air in the world right now to keep you conscious- there must not be a window back here. You force yourself back onto your feet, stumbling as you try to stand up and you can hardly see. It's hot.

You look up, there's no vents. The ceiling is too high. Somehow, that makes you feel more claustrophobic.

You make your way over to the door, your palms against it and feeling soft knocks coming from the other side.

"Lucy Gray?" You sniff, unsure now that it was even her voice that you heard.

"Yes, sweetheart. It's just me, can you let me in, please?"

You take three deep breaths.

"Y/N/N?"

With a shaky hand, you reach up and slide the lock open.

She tries the handle again, looking back over her shoulder when it cracks open this time.

You step back quickly as the door is slowly pushed open, almost falling back with the urge to run. You hardly remember why you would open the door.

"Hey, hey, just me." Your best friend says, quickly closing the door again and locking it behind herself.

She eyes you carefully, and your arms are wrapped tightly around your midsection. You don't look like yourself- eyes wide with nothing more than terror behind them, like you're physically holding yourself together and it's not really working as your chest rises and falls so fast she can almost see your muscles straining to keep up. She wants nothing more than to pull you into her arms and tell you it's okay, but she's not sure touching you would be wise. "You okay, Hun?"

You look at her with tear-filled eyes, shaking your head.

"That's okay." She nods at you, understanding and filled with worry. "Do you want to sit? I'll get you some water and we can talk, okay?"

You nod, swallowing over the dryness you didn't even notice in your throat left over from all the screaming and crying. If you didn't know better, you would have thought you swallowed a full box of cotton.

Lucy Gray nods, double checking the door is locked before going over to her bag in the corner and grabbing a water bottle. You watch her the whole way and her calmness slightly soothes you, just enough to sit down at the bench and table beside you.

Lucy Gray isn't scared. You're safe here. You have to remind yourself over and over that you're safe now.

"Your brother is on his way." She assures you, sitting down across the bench from you and holding out the water she just opened for you.

"Okay." You say quietly, taking it and just holding it in your lap. You try and take a deep breath, your head falling back as you shut your eyes, trying to force the fear to leave your body.

"There you go, good. Keep breathing." You hear her tell you and you swallow again. "Can you talk to me? Tell me what happened. No one can hurt you here, I promise."

"Coryo, go home." Sejanus instructs him, turning him in the opposite direction, as if he couldn't do it himself. He had absolutely zero interest in going back to that cold empty house they had borrowed for the month.

Especially after what he had done to you. Again.

He promptly turns back around in the street. "No, I'm coming with you."

Sejanus sighs, rubbing his hands down his face. "I don't have time for this-"

"I agree. Let's go get him."

"Don't you get it?" Sejanus laughs bitterly, eyes wide with exasperation as he shakes his head. "Don't you know what you've done to her?"

"Of course I get it!" Coryo shouts in response. "I've ruined everything! I know that!"

Sejanus opens his mouth to speak, quickly shutting it again.

"I'm killing her! I'm killing her and I can hardly breathe right now and I need her to know I didn't mean to scare her and the only way I can show her that is helping her now. That's the mistake I made last time, and I won't do it again. I won't." He shakes his head, reaching up and pushing his hair back out of his eyes.

"She talked to me, on the last night I saw her. She screamed, and cried, just like that," He gestures vaguely toward the building you're still trapped inside, "and she asked if that's who I was and I couldn't tell her no. She asked if I regretted it and I do, more than anything, and I'm pretty sure she's the only damn reason why and she doesn't know that!"

"I can't lose her." He adds after a moment of the two boys just staring at each other. "Not again, Sejanus. I'm scared of who I'll be without her."

Sejanus shakes his head slightly, looking up at the stars as he takes a deep breath. He was mad at Coryo for scaring you, but he was his friend, and if this is how he wanted to help, he couldn't bring himself to push him away after he was sure that Coryo had never been so honest in his life.

"Okay. Let's go."

There are still lights on in the house when Sejanus knocks on the door. Coryo is standing at his side, chest tight. Your brother already didn't like him- he knew this wouldn't go well at all, but he couldn't walk away from you now. If it was your brother you needed, he would get him for you.

The door opens and they're lucky to see that it was Lennox who answered.

"Where's my sister?" He asks immediately, noting that you weren't with them.

"Something happened, and Lucy Gray asked us to come get you." Sejanus answers, and Coryo's breath hitches as your brother's eyes lock on him.

"What did you do?" He spits, and for a moment Coryo wonders how you could even be related.

He feels himself go pale. "I'm sorry, I really am..."

"Pa!" Your brother shouts back into the house, not giving him the chance to explain further. "We gotta go get Y/N/N, somethin' happened to her."

"What?" Your dad's voice comes next, panicked and frantic as he hurries to the door, not even bothering to grab a coat as he and his son push past the boys on the porch.

Coryo hadn't had the chance to meet him yet, and the fact that this is his first impression makes him feel ill.

"What happened, is she hurt?" He asks, stalking quickly down the front path and they follow hastily after.

"She's not hurt." Sejanus assures him quickly.

"She, uhm, maybe..." Coryo says, embarrassingly non-confident. Everyone looks at him. "She caught an elbow to the head, I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry."

"You're Coriolanus?" Your dad says, turning to look at him only briefly.

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you for coming to get us." He replies, nodding to him. "You did the right thing."

Coryo has to ignore the glares Lennox is shooting into him. He must be the only one who knows.

"We didn't know it would be unsafe for her, but we should have. I apologize." Sejanus says, and your father slightly shakes his head.

"She's got a smart head on her shoulders. She wouldn't've gone if she thought something would happen. Can't blame anyone." He replies. "There's no guidebook on how to live with this stuff."

"I have a good idea of what not to do." Lennox cuts in, and Coryo catches him staring at his bruised knuckles. He quickly tucks his hands into his pockets.

Peacekeepers had cleared out the Hob by the time they got back. Coryo recognizes the other kids in Lucy Gray's band as they stand outside, presumably waiting for her to come out. She was still with you, maybe that was a good thing.

"Tam Amber, is Lucy Gray with her?" Your father asks the boy, who nods in response.

"They won't let you in here, but go try the back door. Goes straight to our room, that's where I saw her go."

"Thanks, Son." Your father nods, lips pursed together as he pats his shoulder and quickly brushes past, rounding the side of the building.

Coryo tries to follow, but Lennox stops him abruptly with a hand on his chest. "You better go."

"Listen, I, I don't know what she told you, but-"

"She told me everything I need to know about you." He says, looking back over his shoulder at his dad knocking on the door, ear pressed to it as he calls out for you and Lucy Gray. "And I know that you being here will just make it worse. So go."

Coryo nods, running a hand down his face. "Listen, I get it, I do, but I can't lose her again. I can't. I have to explain-"

"No, no." Lennox cuts him off. Coryo is sick of people cutting him off. "Can't you just let her be happy? We're doing everything we can to convince her she's still alive- that she's safe and it was hard enough already before you showed up. Literally every night she has nightmares about you, because she trusted you. Completely. You've been here less than a day and you hurt her all over again- I can't just stand by and let that happen."

"I did it because that guy said something horrible about her- I just, I couldn't let him get away with that!" Coryo protests, scared that no one would actually give him a chance. "Last time I didn't get to talk to her and I think that's what she needs."

"Oh, you think that? That's spectacular. She'll be cured!" Lennox laughs dryly, rolling his eyes. "We don't need you to fix her. I really don't have time for this, Coryo."

He practically spits the nickname at him, laced with venom as he turns on his heel to go to the door.

Coryo groans, running his hands down his face again as he watches the door open for your brother and father.

"It's like," You take a deep, shaky breath, squeezing the water bottle you're holding in your lap. "It's like he is a different person, Lucy Gray. Do you get it now? Did you see?"

"I believe you. I always have." She nods, looking into your eyes. "I saw it, but..." She sighs, breaking eye contact with you. "I don't think he's a vicious person, Y/N. And I don't think you think that either."

You chew your lip, shaking your head as your eyes fall to the floor.

"Can I give you my opinion?" Lucy Gray asks after a moment, reaching out to hold your hand.

"Truth is truth to the end of reckoning." You say plainly, nodding and gripping onto her hand.

"There's no reckoning, love, okay? I'm your friend first and foremost. I want to help you, and I will always be honest with you." She assures you before continuing. "But I think... I think he's just a normal boy. Boys get in fights all the time-"

"Lucy Gray you didn't see it."

Your best friend is calm, despite you interrupting her. You never did that, but she knows better than to fault you for it now. "Okay, alright. What didn't I see?"

Your hair falls into your eyes as you shake your head, and you quickly push it back with your free hand to look at her. "His eyes."

"His eyes, okay... What about them?"

"He gets... It's scary. Like he wants to do it. Like he enjoys hurting people and, and-" Just recalling it makes your heart rate increase.

"Okay. I believe you." She nods, placing her other hand on yours. "But I think this is more about you than him, sweetheart."

Lucy Gray can see the confusion that knits itself into your creased brow. "It was a scary, traumatic time for you, and I think you're still recovering and that's okay. You may never be the same and that's okay. But I don't think he'd hurt you. I really don't. I think he's a good person."

"I want to think that..." You sniff, shaking your head. "but just as easily that could have been me in the arena. And just as easily that could have been you out there, or, or..." Your train of thought dissipates. "I just mean it doesn't seem that anything is stopping him."

"I don't think it could have been you. He cares about you. You told me that, remember?" She smiles softly. "I think it was inconsiderate of him to act that way out there, but I think you were just reliving something you shouldn't have to. The games can make anyone do bad things."

"Maybe..." You mutter, second-guessing yourself now. You didn't even see his eyes tonight, not until he was looking at you and begging you to listen when you couldn't. He looked just as scared as you, as soon as he realized what he had done.

"Are you sure you saw that today?" Lucy Gray's question shocks you, but it's exactly what you were thinking. "His eyes, I mean. Did you see it again or did you just expect to after last time?"

You jump at the rapid knocking on the back door. Lucy Gray stands up, making her way over to it. You hear muffled voices for a few moments before Lucy Gray returns. "It's your family, I'm going to let them in, okay?" She pats your leg and you nod, and she smiles at you reassuringly before walking away.

You hear the door creak open and you stand up, brushing off the front of your dress and turning to face them as your father and Lennox rush in.

"Honey, are you okay?" Your father asks, quickly gathering you into a hug and you nod, biting back more tears.

"Fine just fine." You whisper. "I'm sorry you had to come all this way..."

Lucy Gray catches a glimpse of Sejanus and Coryo standing outside as she lets your family in, looking back at them talking to you when she slips out. She gently closes the door behind herself and walks up to them. "I thought I told you to go home."

"I know, I know, but-" Coryo looks between her and the door. He sighs, deciding to give up on defending himself. "Is she okay?"

Lucy Gray looks at him, arms crossed over her chest as his hair falls in his eyes and he doesn't immediately fix it, more concerned about you than anything else. "You need to cut your hair." She states plainly.

He's confused, opening his mouth to argue when she speaks again. "You need to cut your hair so she can see your eyes. She'll feel safer with you then." She turns on her heel, nodding to Sejanus before heading back for the door. "When we get her out of there you better be gone- she can't see either of you tonight." She pauses, hand on the handle. "But yes, she'll be okay."

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cultofdixon · 1 year ago

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You made it, dumbass

Daryl Dixon [ROMANTIC] | Glenn Rhee [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Even when the illness was starting to take the lives of those within the prison. These two were keeping it together, even if death tried taking them. • ANGST/SFW • TW: Illness / Anxiety / Hallucinations

Requested by: Anon

The prison was starting to feel like home

Then Patrick started eating people…

“Locking up people like animals. Where have I seen that before” Y/N scoffs as she was being updated by Glenn on the illness situation in the prison fields.

“…We live in a prison. Are you referring to a prison?”

“I don’t think I like what I was implying and you saying an obvious answer”

“There’s more than one??” Glenn looks at his best friend confused watching her deadpan expression burn a hole into him. “Yeah okay so there is. Anyway, we just need to be careful. We’ve already been exposed by taking care of the outbreak. We don’t need another one happening”

“If I get sick it’d be obvious.”

“You are a baby when you’re sick” Glenn states only for Y/N to punch him in the arm making him laugh while she tried hard not to.

The mood changed slightly when Glenn noticed Y/N looking over at Daryl while he talked to Rick. She always knew how to keep a blank expression to avoid people questioning how she felt in the moment through body language. But there was a sadness and worry in her eyes that Glenn always noticed.

“He’s an ox, Y/N. I don’t believe he’ll get sick”

“It’s…never too early to worry for your partner no matter how new the relationship is right?” She frowns looking to Glenn as he shook his head.

“I wasn’t even anything with Maggie yet and I still worried for her.” and that led to Glenn thinking about his wife. They just had a scare. Now there’s this whole new threat.

Both of them thought

If it had to get to them, they’d rather die than have their partners face it.

“You’ve seen Y/N?” Daryl approaches Glenn knowing that she’s either with him or alone but given she wasn’t in her cell, he was the next choice.

“Uhm. Last I checked she was working on the fence since we are overloading again…hey if you run into Maggie can you tell her to meet me in our cell?” He frowns slightly given to how he was currently feeling inside as Daryl nods before letting him go and heading outside.

If I could fight the sun I fucking would right now Y/N frowns leaning against her spear as she gripped it for dear life.

It was a normal hot summer. But to Y/N, she felt like she was experiencing all the different levels of hell.

As she pulled the bandana down from her face hoping to get some air. Y/N’s senses got the best of her resulting in an immediate headache as she currently was fighting the thought of ‘don’t collapse’ over and over again. It felt like a trigger clicked in Daryl’s mind to go check on his girl and when he did, Y/N was on her knees in the gravel trying not to let the weight take her fully.

“Y/N…SUNSHINE!” Daryl yells as he went to a full on sprint over to his girl quickly tossing the spear away and carefully picking her up. “Hey stay awake alright?”

“It’s too hot to…” Y/N groans when she was lifted off the ground, weakly returning the bandana over her nose and mouth to avoid the spread to Daryl.

Not like the man cared as he was currently speed walking to A-Block. Halfway there the two ran into Maggie helping Glenn to the block with one of his arms draped around her shoulders.

The two healthy individuals shared an anxious expression until that anxiety subsided only for a second.

Glenn flinched hearing Y/N cough for like an hour within a few seconds. Sounded like she coughed up a lung and the lung actually ejected from her.

“Holy fuck—Don’t die!”

Y/N immediately glared at the man as they were now walking in a group to A-Block. “Don’t tell me what to do bitch”

Daryl couldn’t help his annoyed groan that escape. “I swear—y’all only have one braincell and it’s shared between yea”

“Seriously” Maggie agreed before being pulled back when Glenn didn’t pay attention to where they were going and slammed himself into one of the prison pillars. “Jesus Christ—-“

The archer tightened his grip on Y/N listening to her laugh at what happened as his anxiety started to get worse thinking this could be the last time he hears that. But the way her expression instantly changed when looking up at him. Oh she always knew when he worried.

Once the two were in the block safely, Maggie and Daryl were kicked out. Given they were healthy still and Hershel didn’t want to risk losing 2 of his kids along with someone he considers family.

Not that their significant others being sick lead to this plan—-but it heavily influenced Hershel’s urgency.

“Maggie”

The worried Rhee quickly turned to Daryl who shared the same level of concern she was enduring. He was about to leave to get the medicine when part of him needed to ask Maggie for a favor. But the words weren’t coming out.

“What is it Daryl?”

“…if she dies, don’t sugarcoat it for me” Daryl spoke through a whole lot of pain he was pushing down into the earth as he didn’t want it to happen. He was afraid the second he leaves something bad would happen.

But with the way Maggie was looking at him. She had the amount of hope to carry them both.

“It won’t happen. I’ll do whatever I can to prevent it from happening” so will Hershel.

The two who were suffering from the illness laid on either side of the conjoined wall. Y/N did her best to keep herself awake even if her body was fighting against her. She felt as if she closed her eyes, that it would be over. Glenn was a bit healthier than her and without exposing her more to the illness he did his best to help.

Just by talking.

“You remember that house that collapsed before we reached the prison?”

“Mhm…”

“Yeah, that was me.” Glenn laughs slightly, holding his ribs because his lungs were straining. “Maggie and I wanted to be alone for a moment while we were house hopping for those months. But the house we were trying to yknow…was on its last legs. That when we left, I shut the door. And the whole thing came crashing down”

“Remind me when we get a house that you ain’t closing the door” Y/N laughs weakly as she listens to Glenn laugh from the other side while she slouches slightly. “When Daryl and I…first got together we were being very sneaky about it around the prison since we technically gotten together at the farm…we were in one of the watch towers minding our business”

“Oh no” Glenn smiles a bit listening to Y/N struggle to laugh and compose herself.

“I was on shift. He wasn’t. Nothing was happening so we thought…yknow. Then time went by and I forgot my shift was over…and good ol Rick came up and wished out loud that he never see what he saw again” Y/N smiles from the other side pressing herself firmly against the wall as she gripped tightly onto her shirt feeling the tears form.

“At least you didn’t have Daryl yelling at you from the yards while you and your girl were…yeah” Glenn laughs remembering that moment fondly, but when he didn’t hear a reply back. His tired overwhelmed body as quick as it could got up from the bed tiredly making his way to Y/N’s.

His anxiety started screaming.

“HERSHEL!” Glenn yells out even if it ended in a coughing fit afterward as he sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed holding her head up shaking her slightly. “You can’t die. You can’t die. You can’t die” he kept repeating until Hershel arrived quickly approaching and checking her pulse.

Weak, but there.

“No!”

“Yer sick too Glenn, and we don’t—-“

“I-I’m not leavin’ Y/N unless I f-fucking have to” Glenn covered his mouth in his elbow coughing up a lung.

“Son, I can’t—-“

“NO!” He snaps through tears not leaving her side despite everything Hershel was telling him. “She was the first person I saved when all hell broke loose…she became my fucking best friend within days. Days! Before the quarry group we would talk about the past and what we feared most…she feared dying. Dying alone and having no one love her. Well she’s my best friend. My family and I love her! And I know Daryl does too even if his stubborn ass won’t say it out loud. I’m not f-fucking leaving her” he sobbed as he was glued to Y/N’s side not budging even with Hershel’s protesting. But Hershel wasn’t leaving either.

________

“You think they’ll find a cure?” Glenn questions Y/N as they were sat on top of the building part of their group was held up in.

“I don’t know. It got out of hand, kind of”

“Mm…”

“But I hope so. Or at least a way to save those who’ve gotten bitten yknow?” Y/N shot Glenn a reassuring smile. “The world has always worked weirdly. Maybe something will happen. Maybe not. Just as long as I’m not facing it alone, I’m good to wait it out”

“Is that what you’re afraid of?”

“Huh?”

“Being alone in this?”

“Who wouldn’t…but I was afraid of that even before the outbreak happened.” Y/N kicked her feet on the edge of the roof looking down at the sea of walkers. “I hate being alone”

“Welp! You got me!” Glenn smiles wrapping his arm around her shoulders getting a laugh out of her. “And maybe even…the guy you like back at the camp?” He teased watching her face turn red. “I’ve seen how he looks at you”

“Glenn Rhee! Shut the fuck up!” Y/N laughs elbowing him gently.

“What! The Dixons scare the fuck out of me but the youngest one always has his eye on yea and…” He leans into his best friend. “Vise versa” and that led to her contemplating pushing him off the building.

At least they were feeling better about it all…

________

At least they were feeling better.

Glenn suddenly woke to a tube down his throat and both Greenes towering over him to get it out. And to also rejoice that he made it through this hell. Daryl’s group returned with the medicine and everything was going fine. Then his anxiety got the best of him making him weakly get up.

“No Glenn—-“

“Son, you’ve gotta lay down and rest”

“You’ve been out cold for a a day—-“

“A day?!” Glenn panicked as he quickly brought his body up, and immediately fell to the floor once he did. His body isn’t caught up with him yet.

The panic coursed through him enough to give him the adrenaline boost to get up off the ground, with some help, and to slowly but quick enough to the other cell. Expecting that since he was in another room…that…the unspeakable happened.

But when Glenn reached the cell with both Maggie and Hershel trailing behind him…all his worry washed away.

Daryl slowly looks up from the woman that comfortably laid in his protective embrace after returning from the medicine run. Y/N tiredly looks over to the three standing at the cell doors giving a weak smile.

“You made it dumbass” Her voice was hoarse from all the coughing she had done while the illness almost took her. “You almost died on me…”

“You almost died on me” Glenn frowns feeling the tears roll off his cheeks as he slowly approaches the two watching Daryl tighten his grasp on her resulting in Rhee holding his hands up slightly to show he wasn’t going to move her. He brought himself to sit on the ground by the bed as Maggie followed suit bringing herself close to her husband. “You didn’t wake up…you stopped talking and it freaked me out”

“Mm…I was just resting” Y/N jokes knowing damn well her body was giving up on her. The joke didn’t sit well with Daryl as his grasp on her made that clear. “I woke up when I needed to” and that brought out a bit of confusion to Glenn.

________

Her unconscious body laid there for what felt like days as Glenn did his best to stay awake even if his lungs were starting to fight him. Inevitably giving out.

The man toppled over and started coughing like a mad man. But he wasn’t coughing up air, it was phlegm and blood. Making him choke on it.

That felt like a trigger for Y/N as she weakly opened her eyes turning toward the display. She did her best to be quick and drag herself out of the bed resulting in a painful thud to the ground…bringing herself close enough to Glenn to roll him on his side so he doesn’t aspirate.

“Hershel!”

Oh thank god. Is what the doc thought initially until he came to the cell to see what was happening.

When he left then came back with the endotracheal tube and bag, Hershel got Glenn intubated and Y/N bagged him up until she couldn’t anymore. Hershel knew Sasha was strong enough to help as he called out for the girl to keep bagging Glenn while he took Y/N to another cell to check her. He was thankful her body would shut down only to protect herself, and not flood her lungs…

Or only one of them would be alive.

________

Thank god they both were

“No more almost dying for the both of yea” Maggie states, more so threatens. Making them both laugh as Daryl couldn’t agree more. “Now come on. You gotta rest too…and preferably on a bed”

Once Maggie helped Glenn up and out of the cell to his own bed. Y/N looked up at Daryl from the position she was in, knowing he’s been awfully quiet ever since she woke up.

“You okay, love?”

Daryl locks eyes with her brushing away the stray hair that covered her face keeping his hand placed on her cheek. Her smile slowly breaking out and always warming his heart.

“I am now”

“You know I’m not going anywhere…”

“Yeah, and I’ll make sure of it”

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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Are you open about yandere prince?👉👈 If so then I have these thoughts about yandere sunshine prince got caught killing someone by their favorite knight!reader.

[Tw: Gore and Violence]

Air knocks out your chest as you fall on uneven ground. The blade at your throat is replaced by an extended hand as your attacker bellows a hearty laugh at your tempory defeat.

"I believe that counts as a point for me, Cap."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as he flexes his muscles to a crowd that wasn't even there. Being referred to as captain is still a new horizon for you. After a long string of disappearance, including the well respected and adored former captain, the storm seemed to be in the clear for now. Pain carried by all, each day was cherished in the kindgom for their loses and the reality that anyone could be next.

The first celebration since the tragedy was your anointment as captain of the royal guard. As the prince's former personal guard and a protector of the royal family since your youth, the choice was unanimous. Little did you know that your captain had written a letter of recommendation prior to his disappearance. He always knew you had the strength for the job, he just wish you had the heart. If only he could see you now.

"I suppose you're right, but you seem to be forgetting something."

"And what might that be~ Captain."

You grab the solider's hand, but instead of using it to right yourself, you pull him towards you as you drive your heel directly into his knee. You roll out of the way as he stumbles forward from the disruption in balance and pain, still holding onto his arm as he crashes to the ground beside you. You stand up and pin the limb to his back, redirecting your hand to his elbow as you shoot it upwards.

"That's a measly one to my eleven."

You press down on his arm harder.

"Ow- ow- ow- I give, I give!"

"Make that twelve."

A whistle sounds from the castle wall.

"Whooo, yeah! That's the knight I know and love!"

The crown prince hopes over the short wall separating the training grounds and the main path to the castle, half skipping and half sprinting over to you. You shield your eyes from the brightness of his smile, letting the solider go who then bows before your future king.

"Good evening, my highness."

The prince doesn't seem to notice him, throwing his arms in the air as he laughs. "That was amazing, Y/n! Let me to reward you for your efforts with a hug." He puckers his lips." Maybe a kiss too?"

"I'm good on both. Aren't you supposed to be with your guard?" If there was one person who opposed your promotion, it was the prince. In public he put on a brave face, but in private he cried and begged you not to leave him, and even went behind your back to the king with no success. From what you've heard, he's been placed with four guards already and the week had just begun. His upper lip twitches.

"You're so funny, Y/n. You are the only guard I'll need. Which is why I'm here!"

"Right. I think training is over for now." You turn to the solider. "Would you like me to get you something for your arm?"

He grins, blinking back tears as he raises his arm in triumph. "This? This is nothing. C'mon Cap, let's go one more round for all the marbles. I was this close to wiping the floor with you. I'll even buy you a drink if ya win."

"Don't get too cocky." You lightly punch his shoulder, the begins of a smile on your face. The prince's falls.

Why?

"Besides, you already owe me a dozen."

The solider winces as he holds up his injured arm. "It's an honor to be at your side, Captain."

You take it. "Likewise. I'll go get you that ice."

With a simple shake, you drop the man's hand as you march towards the castle. Time feels like a crawl for the prince as he watches your fingers part. The soldier's tighten around yours at the last second before he lets go. He sighs as you fade into the distance, mumbling to himself.

"Hate to see them go.... but love to-"

The eyes burning a hole in the back of his head cause him to hold his tongue. He corrects himself. "The captain.... they're something special aren't they?

The prince doesn't reply. He can't. The blood rushes to his head, his hands tremble. Why- Why did you do that for him? Why did you smile? In all your years together, those were rare. The light at the end of a tunnel, given out to this- worthless piece of garbage like a cheap carnival prize. You abandoned him, and now this. It hurts. It hurts so much that he can't breath.

"Your highness? If I may speak.."

"What is it."

His tone catches him off guard, but the solider continues anyway. "Do you think... Do you think I have a shot with them? I know this is inappropriate, but you've known them the longest so...."

It hurts. He's going to die.

The prince grins.

"I'll let you, if you beat me first."

You tie the rag around the solid block of ice as you exit the castle. Your light steps grow heavier as you near the wall. It not like you hated the prince. While you wouldn't admit it aloud, he was one of the first people you could truly classify as a friend. It's just that you have so much more freedom now. A permanent place on the field rather than the faux paradise he tried to build for you both. Maybe someday, when danger and fear was only an afterthought, you'd treat him to a date in the kindgom.

"Prince?"

The field is empty. Surely you haven't been gone that long that they'd up and leave you, not to mention the prince would rather die than depart from your side. You hop over the wall just as he had, the area as deserted as an actual battlefield. Looking at the ground, you find footsteps leading away from the area to a wall behind the castle. The footsteps dissipate as you follow. Switching from two pairs of feet, to one, to large streaks through the soil like someone's been dragged. Blood seeps into the trail and collects along the pebbles in the earth. You ready your blade as you near the scene; a squelch and familiar scream the kickoff for a sight even your wildest nightmares were unable to conjure.

The solider, your ally, flung across the floor, eyes vacant and pale skin dyed red. His body was covered in stab wounds, but none of them fatal. Precisely darted in odd places to avoid any arteries or important organs, as if his assailant wanted to prolong his suffering as long as possible. The contents of your stomach rise to your throat as your eyes land on his right arm. The same he used to lift you up and shake your hand in solitary. His fingers were bent and twisted in bizarre angles, a combination from being stomped on and mangled by someone's own two hands. His ring fingers is almost completely torn off.

As another stab tears through his body, your brain finally registers that his attacker is still there, on top of him. As if things couldn't get any worse - he was still alive.

"R....u"

Eyes shoot in your direction. The dagger falls to the ground followed by a quickness of breath. Ever so faint, a voice calls out.

"Y-Y/n?...."

The prince jumps off the solider, kicking away the knife like he's next on the chopping block. Like he's afraid. He sobs, curling against the wall and hugging himself as he whimpers.

"H-h-he tried to kill me, Y/n! I had to! I had to..."

The prince buries his face in his hands. You want to be him. To hold onto anyone hope of him being that same, ball of sunshine that woke up an hour before you just to be able to start the day at your side, but that look on his face. It was the same one he wore when his father caught him eating dessert before he finished his meals.

You rush forward.

"Y/n?"

Your body acts before your brain. You punch the prince square in the jaw as he reaches for you. He hits his head against the wall as you pick up the solider and sprint towards the infirmary, praying to whatever god there was that were was still time. A genuine sob bubbles in the prince's chest as you run off, but he can't help but laugh.

"Y/n.... always the hero. I would've been happy being the prince trapped away in the tower... if it meant having you."

He sticks in fingers in his mouth, swabbing the inside of his bloody cheek that his teeth tore through. He spreads the mixture of blood and saliva on his tongue, fluids he'd spill at any moment for you. Whether his or another's."

"Guess I'm the villain now... I'll play along if it means that in the end we'll be together forever."

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munsster · 2 years ago

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gold-skinned eager baby

A/N: touch tank was written for billy and i'll die on that hill

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: “He tells me he’s gentle when he wants to be/So I think he wants to be gentle with me.” 3.3k.

Warnings: this song is a riot, billy hargrove, enemies to lovers, pet names (sweetheart, babe, peach[es]), cursing, bullying(?), an accidental clueless reference 🫣

"You're an asshole."

You'd done a lot of shoving in your lifetime: other kids down the slide, cackling friends' shoulders, handsy creeps. But you haven't done nearly as much shoving as Billy has. So when you shove him—two fingertips to the chest—he takes a step back and scoffs.

"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

It was supposed to be a birthday party. It was supposed to be your birthday party, but Billy found you crying over him in the backyard and immediately made it known how drunk and horny he was. You poured the rest of your glass of red out onto his leg—albeit on accident, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

"Get the fuck away from me," you spit, shoulder-checking him on your way inside. But he grabs your wrist and stops you for a second. And the cold air seeps in, a sheen of frost creeping over your bones when he really grips your arm. "Let go of me—"

"You ungrateful little bitch, I'm here for you, the least you could do is say something fuckin’ nice.”

"Oh, I'm sorry you took time off your busy panty-dropping schedule to be here, but I'm not in the mood to suck you off, alright? Let me go."

There’s a huff of dissatisfaction and rejection on the tip of his tongue. It turns stale in the cold, bubbling up into a fog and through the cloud he sees the glimmer of heartbreak gracing your waterline. When his stomach turns, he can’t tell if it’s the ambrosia in the punch bowl or the vomit-inducing heartache you leave him with. Either way, he feels like dying.

—

He watches you from the driver’s side of his car. The dark red stain on his thigh turning his jeans into a watercolor of self-loathing.

Then you look at him. With something like disgust and pity, though you can’t exactly bring yourself to look away when he stamps out the butt of his cigarette and whips his car door open. He glances at you just before he ducks in and peels out of the lot. He’s exasperated, and he can’t put his finger on why.

“What are you looking at?” the girl on your right chirps.

And the girl next to her says, “Not a what, a who.”

“Nobody,” you huff.

“It’s Billy—!”

“Nobody.”

—

“I lost Max. Can’t fuckin’ find her.” He’s panicked over the phone. You’ve never heard him so sick. Shaky, that’s what you’d say. He sounds nervous and cold, and he called you, of all people, to find his little sister.

“So what? She’s not with me.”

“I—” he sighs, “I know. That’s obviously not why I called.”

“You asking me for help?”

He can tell you’re tugging on your sleeve by now. You used to do it when you got too cocky. Manicured nails picking at the hem. A compulsion. It’s compulsive. But it takes the weight off, and he takes a deep breath.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

He’s nursing a deep regret in the pit of his stomach, but he’ll call it resentment. That’s it; he hates you. And you hate him. And that won’t change tonight, and it certainly won’t make him any less stubborn. Not even when you get into his car with a casserole dish in your hands.

“Leftovers,” you mumble, “She forced me out here with the tupperware, couldn’t stop her.”

“‘S fine. Shut the door.”

And you do. “Real nice, Billy.”

“Compared to you, I’m a ray-of-fucking sunshine.”

“Are you implying that you’re nice?”

“When I want to be.”

“Yeah, okay,” you scoff.

“I can be nice.” He nearly whines, but he’s not that desperate. He doesn’t want your approval that bad. He doesn’t want it, and he’s not getting it. But despite everything—the loathing, the foaming at the mouth—it makes him feverishly starving for it

“I’d like to see you try.”

—

Billy’s been stewing over you for weeks. It’s become a mantra, and his friends spare each other glances every time he utters your name.

And honestly, he forgot you worked here. It was an accident, and it wasn’t even his suggestion. Some shitty diner, that was the criteria. Cheap food, low lighting, and the hostess making eyes at him. It’s just what he needed until he saw you in that sorry excuse for a uniform. As if a miniskirt could ever be company policy.

“Look, Hargrove, it’s your girl.”

“Not my fuckin’ girl, dumbass.” Oh, but does his heart flutter at the idea. Somersaults when you smile at a customer. When you could be his girl. He could brand you his and keep you safe from the old guys at the bar and sneak through your window on Friday nights. But that’s where it begins and ends: an idea. It would never happen. He’d die before letting it happen.

“Well, in that case, don’t mind if I do—Ay, sweetheart, grab me a coke, would’ya?”

Your head whips around, and you smirk at the sight of his freckles. Almost old friends. Just a familiar face, really.

“Hi, Tommy,” you coo, and Billy puts his cigarette out on the white vinyl table with a grunt. “Billy.”

“Actually, how ‘bout one for my friend, too, huh, babe?”

“No problem. Anything else? How ‘bout you, Billy? Want a side of fries with all that brooding?”

“Atta girl,” Tommy howls, “lay one on me before you go, sweetheart.” Billy watches you dip down and plant a soft kiss on Tommy’s cheek, and it gets him green. Zaps the color from his face until he’s clenching his jaw into a frown.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, Hagan.” He pushes off from the table and storms out without another word. You watch him from the kitchen, his soft curls ruffled at the back of his neck. In a way, it made you happy to see him leave. Though, it also made you impossibly frustrated. You felt thwarted—defeated and you couldn’t pinpoint why. Neither could he.

—

“Max, where’d you put my lighter?”

“I didn’t take it, I don’t know,” she hollers, winding up to shut the door to her room. His palm stops it before it can slam, and when it creaks back open, the air is punched from his lungs.

You’re perched at the foot of Max’s bed, peering up at him sweetly and yet devoid of care. All friendly. He licks at the corner of his mouth, eyes flicking back to Max with a half-sneer.

“Well,” he sighs, “if you find it, would you let me know?”

She cocks her head back like she’s confused. This is usually the part where they toss threats back and forth until it turns into a screaming match. So why was he being so calm about this? He had just accused her of stealing and then took it back in the blink if an eye.

“I… yeah, sure.”

“Thanks”—he’s about to leave when he taps on the door frame and glances at you over her shoulder. You take her headphones off and set them around your neck, doe-eyed and demure so much so that it takes him off-guard. Cranks up the elevator music and makes him feel dislocated in a way that makes him thrilled—“How long is she staying?”

You butt in, “we were gonna watch a scary movie. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.” God, does he want that. Like his life depends on it. Like he can feel your head on his shoulder and his palm on your knee and his nerves alight at the sound of your breathing. But Max puckers her lips at the sour taste in her mouth, and it makes him shake his head.

“I think I’ll stick to Neil’s six pack of pale ales,” he says.

You chuckle. The soft sound makes him nervous beyond belief, so he backs into the hallway and slumps to his room.

—

Billy had raced up to your porch, and for once in his life he didn’t know what to say. His mouth felt glued shut. He felt weighed down. Yet here he was, cemented to your welcome mat, knuckles rapping hard against your door.

And you open it groggy, in your pajamas, and glowing nonetheless. Beautiful, but he’d never say it. He shoves his hands into his pockets, mouth hanging open like he’s a flytrap. He feels sticky like one, at least. There’s a faint orange glow haloed around you, and maybe he’s dead. No.

He’s standing on your porch drinking you in just to spew you out. Days have gone by, weeks, months, and not a minute has passed. You squint at him when he shuffles around in his big boots. He makes a lotta noise and it makes him cringe.

“Earth to Billy?” you coo, waving your soft palm in front of his face, tilting your head to the side when he puffs up his chest. He put on a new shirt for this. And it makes him feel like a child. He drove to the store for a brand new goddamn shirt just to impress you. Just in case you noticed and thought a little sweeter of him. It’s futile, and yet it makes him feel better when you peer at the flat-ironed collar in stunned silence.

“I just…” he grumbles, shrugging. The words escape him like his fingers are covered in oil and he’s grasping at straws. He has so much to say, so why can’t he. “I was just stopping by.”

“Okay,” you nod, glancing behind you at the clock. He’s just stopping by at eleven o’clock on a Wednesday. When you turn to look at him, he’s got these puppy dog eyes that catch you by surprise. Wide and blue and pleading. Like he’s got something sick to hope for. “D’you wanna… come inside?”

“Oh—no. I, uh… I gotta go,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck, not taking his eyes off you. His stomach churns, and there’s a lump in his throat when he turns and treads back to his idling car. He hears your door click shut, and he exhales from so deep in his chest it aches.

“Who was that, honey?”

“Billy.”

“What did he want?”

“Dunno. Looked like he’d seen a ghost.”

—

The next time you saw Billy, it was summer. Indiana’s hottest and grossest. But he looked cute in those swim trunks, and the whistle dangling from between his teeth had all the pool moms swooning. You couldn’t care less, of course. He’s just another lifeguard. But you have to admit his hair looks softer now. Taken care of. And when his eyes sweep over you, you have to look away for fear of grinning about it.

“Hey, stranger.”

It comes up from behind you and sweeps your feet out from under you. Suddenly, you’re smiling at him and you guess he’s right. Stranger. You’ve been to his house, been to your shared classes, been to Tommy’s parties, but Billy always found a way to avoid you. And maybe you missed it. The way he used to hang around. Even the scowl on his face was better than nothing.

“Been a while, huh?”

You nod, and it feels a little silly to be so casual. But you can’t stop your jackhammering heart and the way he shuffles closer.

“You look good,” you huff, raking over his damp skin and drowning in it. Forcing your mouth shut when you catch how sun-kissed he’s gotten. Freckled softly across the nose, evenly tan head to toe, though the tan line peeking out at his hips would imply otherwise

“Thanks, peach. I like your suit. Strappy” Oh, and the way his brow cocks upward is unfair. He’s all supple and dewy under the sun and slathered in tanning oil. He smells sweet like warm vanilla or toasted coconut. And he compliments you like nothing. Like it’s not heart-stopping and world-ending and fire-starting.

“You’re making me sick,” Max groans, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, boo-hoo,” he teases, “I shut my mouth when you bring Sinclair around.”

You freeze. You know Max and Lucas are dating. She brings him up every possible moment, so why on Earth would Billy compare them to now. It gets you honeyed and melting, but that could be the solar radiation. Billy puts his hands on his hips when Max shrugs.

“Yeah, well, at least we’re not gross about our flirting.”

Flirting. She thinks you’re flirting. She thinks you’re both flirting. But Billy flirts with everyone, so it would be silly to leave you out, right? And that look on his face is probably from heat exhaustion anyway. But he grins, and you feel yourself growing fonder when sweat pricks across his chest and he winks at you.

—

Max had passed out sprawled across the couch cushions, popcorn bowl tucked under her arm, snoring into her other hand. And you sat at her feet, pressing the power button on the remote. You sigh and pat her calf before standing.

“Hey,” Billy whispers, softly reaching into the crook of your elbow when you stumble across the carpet in the dark and into his chest. And his fingers go pliant where skin meets skin and his heart-rate verges on heart attack.

“Sorry, can’t see shit,” you mumble, nose still hovering mere inches from the warmth of his body. You never noticed how warm he ran until now. Breathing this close, his palm sliding to your wrist, his lips parted in a smile.

“I noticed,” he teases, “C’mon, I’m thirsty.” You follow him close to the kitchen, the cold tile and the moonlight and the breeze against the old window plaguing you with goosebumps. You rub at your eye when he reaches for two glasses from the cabinet.

“Time is it?” you coo, staying close though you can see where you’re going. It’s just easy warmth, and you’re a heat-seeking missile.

“‘Bout one in the morning. Want ice?”

“Mmh.”

He turns the tap handle, and the water splashes out into the cup and sloshes around the bottom until it’s filled to the brim. He holds it out for you, and you take it in your cupped hands.

“How was the movie?”

You swallow a mouthful of the liquid, and it cools the pit of your stomach and makes you feel real in your socks in his kitchen.

“Alright. Probably wouldn’t go out of my way to watch it again.”

“Alright,” he says, peppering a chuckle in behind it, and when he lifts the glass to his lips, you feel giddy at the sight of his bare arms. You realize that he’s in a wife beater and plaid boxer shorts and the conversation falters under your tongue. You snap your mouth shut and take a long sip of water.

“I gotta admit something. And you gotta hold me to it or I’ll back down.”

You take a soft breath in when he turns to face you, hip leaned against the counter. “Deal.”

“I’ve been…” he sighs, “an idiot.”

You scoff, “Yeah, to say the least—”

“Hey, I’m trying to be serious over here.”

“Sorry, sorry. Continue.”

“Alright—”

“But you did kinda disappear without warning—”

“Listen, I was dealing with something. Didn’t feel like sticking around.” He sets his glass down, and even in the dark you know he’s glaring at you.

“Yeah, well, seemed all too willing to completely cut yourself off from everyone. I mean, from your own sister, Billy. From me.”

“But I’m here now—”

“Not even a goodbye, Billy, we were all confused and hurt—”

“God, don’t you get it? I couldn’t stay away from you,” he huffs, hands on the edge of the sink and facing the window. His head is slightly tilted back, enough to bare his neck to the night. To drench himself in gentle moonlight and take a deep breath. He barely gives you time to process, and you’re stuck still, head and heart rolling over and desperate.

“I can’t stay away from you. Believe me, I tried. All it did was give me fuckin’ withdrawals”—he chuckles heavily, all hot air and panic when he blinks at you—“I missed you. I missed your voice and your laugh and the way you’d look at me like I meant nothing and everything at the same time. I felt so fucking pathetic listening to you and Max talk about random shit from the other room. Tommy used to call and tell me every time you asked where I was. And it used to happen everyday. I got so sick of hearing about you. But then week after week passed and it wasn’t everyday anymore. And then he stopped reaching out, and I felt like a piece of shit.”

You feel small. Collapsed when you rest your glass in the sink.

“It was kind of a dick move,” you whisper.

“I know!” he huffs, “I know.”

He’s watching you like a hawk when you finally look up at him. And there’s that look. You bite your cheek to stop yourself from frowning. He’s embarrassed. If the lights were on he’d look sunburnt and out of breath. But it’s dark, and it makes you nervous to look at him for too long.

“You know I missed you, too,” you say, “Felt so stupid looking everywhere for you. Even went to parties just to see you. Never did, of course, but I wanted to. God, I wanted to see you. You’re such an asshole.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know it.”

“Good.”

Billy’s fired up enough to bury his face in his hands. When you shuffle closer, he thinks you might deck him for your troubles. But you poke his side, and wait for him to lift his head. You smile.

The sweetest thing he’s seen in months. Your eyes twinkle when you tilt your head, fingers slinking up to tug the curled piece of hair drooping at his brow-bone. He swears your hip presses against his just then, but maybe it’s wishful and a waste. You’re still smiling, though, and it makes him giddy.

“Don’t go feeling all sorry for yourself over it. I’d hate to have to take pity on you,” you tease, swiping an innocent thumb across his cheek but the pull away can’t come soon enough. You’re just stepping back when his eyes go wide, and he catches you like fireflies in the late spring. Oh, if only he could keep you in a jar. If only it were that easy.

“Well, I’d hate to cause you that kind of suffering, peach.” You tuck your chin—demure enough to get a rise out of him. With his big hand on your hip, you’re feeling shy, but he’d call you coy for fun. He’s never seen you so reduced.

“Guess I better put you out of your misery then, huh?”

“Guess so.”

“Got any ideas? I’m at a loss unless steak knives will suffice.”

“Here, I’ve got a better idea,” he hums, “C’mere, it’s a secret.”

“Were the only ones—”

“Just play nice. It’s my misery, isn’t it?”

“Touché, Hargrove,” you say, and you lean in to where he beckons you, where he brings you close with the palm of his hand. You’ve never been near enough to smell his cologne until now, and you’re glad it lingers on his skin the way it does. The way it seeps in until the scent is so purely Billy you don’t know the difference.

When you lean in, cheek-to-cheek, he can’t hold back any longer. His index finger swoops under your chin, and he catches your bottom lip between his. Sure, he ducks a little, but he doesn’t mind. And the way you purr and melt under his touch is delightful.

His stubble scratches your mouth softly until you’re giggling about it, and he pulls away drooling and dizzy.

“What’s so funny? Taste weird or somethin’?”

“No way—just… glad you got tired of waiting ‘s all.”

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adrienneleclerc · 1 year ago

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We’re Just Friends

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: In this, we will see the friendship between Walter and Y/N and Walter’s first act of protectiveness; let’s face it, it wasn’t his first time punching a man because of Y/N

A/N: If y’all have seen Gilmore Girls, Walter and Y/N will be like Luke and Lorelai in the way that they hang out outside of work. If y’all haven’t, Luke/Walter is known for being grumpy in his place of work and in general. BUT he lets Lorelai/YN who is basically a ray of sunshine on caffeine get away with EVERYTHING. Lorelai/YN call Luke/Walter if they need to rant or need something fixed, they have a good friendship, very “you came, you called”

Ever since Walter gave Y/N apology cookies, they were closer, they got to know each other. They even started hanging out at friends outside of work which was rare for Walter.

Walter and Y/N could be seen at the mall, shopping for Faye because Walter is clueless about what to get her. They were walking down the aisles at Barnes and Noble.

“How do you not know what to get your daughter, Don Refri?” Y/N asked him.

“I thought that name was for the district.” Walter said.

“That name is for everywhere, Don Refri. Seriously, how do you not know?” Y/N stopped walking and stood in front of him.

“I know what my daughter likes, the only problem is that I don’t know if Angie and her new husband have already bought it for her.” Walter said, looking down at Y/N (I'm 5'3 and a half, yes, my doctor counts the half inch, but Henry is 6'1 so he's pretty tall, whatever height you are, he will still be looking down at you)

“Yeah, divorce makes it harder. I’m Just guessing, my parents are still together.” Y/N said with a smile. (If they are divorced, ignore that last sentence) “How about a funko pop, does she like Marvel?" Y/N said, holding up a Captain America funko pop that was on the shelf.

"I think she is more of a DC fan." Walter said, poking the Superman funko pop on the shelf.

They could even be seen at Y/N's apartment drinking coffee.

"Thanks again for fixing my lock, it was driving me crazy.” Y/N said, giving Walter a pan dulce to drink with his coffee.

“Yeah of course, wouldn’t want you to feel unsafe in the neighborhood.” Walter said.

“Still, you could have come tomorrow but you came tonight, so I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

“It’s a 5 minute drive, you’re close by. What is this, by the way?” Walter asked

“It’s pan dulce, there’s a little Mexican bakery that i like to go to, really good, I gave you a concha.” Y/N said, also taking a bite out of her concha. Walter have it a taste.

“You’re right, it’s really good.” Walter said. They kept talking until Walter finished his coffee and they said goodbye.

The next day, Walter came into the police department with a thermos in hand and an paper bag in the other. He walked over to Y/N’s cubicle and knocked on her desk.

“Good morning, Don Refri, how are you today?” Y/N asked.

“Good morning to you too, Y/N, I’m good, and you?” Walter replied.

“Im good, what’s in the bag?” Y/N asked, she was curious to know what’s inside.

“I went to the coffee shop this morning and got you something. It might not be as good as the pan Dulce from your Mexican bakery, but this coffee shop is Latina owned.” Walter said and Y/N opened the paper bag and saw manteconchas and polvorones.

“Oh my gosh, they look so good, they smell good too, gracias Don Refri, ya te estás calentando.” Y/N said, giving him a hug. Walter hugged back and went to his office while Rachel turned to Y/N with a smirk on her face.

“Walter brought you Mexican pastries? How nice of him, looks like you might be his favorite.” Rachel said.

“Maybe it’s because I’m new, I’m sure the novelty will wear off.” Y/N said.

“Maybe, maybe not. Who knows.” Rachel said, going downstairs.

A week later, Y/N entered the department and it was all chaos, she walked over to Glasgow to see if he could tell her what’s going on.

“Why is everyone acting like my mom when Luis Miguel announced his tour?” Y/N asked.

“Detective Marshall finally found a lead to the guy who’s been trafficking teenaged girls. We got his license plate and planted a tracking device on his van so Walter asked me to see where the van stops and that’ll be this guy’s hide out,” Glasgow explained. A few minutes later, “I found him! He’s in an All Inc Warehouse!”

“Let’s get a move on, we’re finally gonna get this son of a bitch.” Walter said as he grabbed his gun and out on his vest to leave with the other officers.

“What does he mean by ‘finally’? Has this been a tough case?” Y/N said, finally being able to sit at her desk.

“Detective grumpy has been working on this case for a month. It’s been driving him crazy knowing that the guy was still out there.” Rachel said, walking in, sipping her coffee.

“Then I’m glad he’s finally catching him.” Y/N said.

An hour later, Walter walked into the district with the guy in handcuffs. Walter takes him downstairs to put him in a holding cell. He walked back upstairs.

“Y/N, i need to fill out a report, come with me please.” Walter said and Y/N followed him.

“Congratulations on the arrest, Don Refri. How does it feel?” Y/N asked.

“It feels good. How was the Mexican bread?” Walter asked.

“The polvorones we’re really good and the manteconcha was delicious. I saved you a polvorón because you have to try it. Where did you get them?” Y/N asked.

“I got it at Abogados Café.” Walter said. “What does that mean, by the way?”

“Lawyers coffee. Do they have Cuban coffee?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t know, we can check it some other day.” Walter said.

Hours later, Walter and Y/N were finishing their paper work.

“Hey Don Refri, how do you feel about going to a bar tonight? You don’t have to drink, but I think it’ll be fun. We could celebrate that you finally solved that case! Rachel told me you’ve been working on that shit for a month.” Y/N said as she put on her jacket.

“I Don’t know about that, Y/N.” Walter said.

“Oh come on, it’s not like I’m asking you to get drunk. Let’s just go to a bar, you can play pool with the guys, I can eat some fries. We could go to Brunson’s Pub! Or Skinner’s or Iron Ranger, I don’t care, I just want a night out and I really don’t feel like cooking.” Y/N practically begged Walter as she was holding onto his biceps.

“Fine, fine, we’ll go to Brunson’s, they have more food there, I’ll tell the guys, you can tell Rachel. Group celebration.” Walter said and Y/N was happy. She texted Rachel about going to the pub and Rachel was down.

“Rachel said she’ll be there, what about Matthew and Glasgow?” Y/N said.

“Yeah, they’re coming too. You want me to drive you?” Walter said.

“And leave my car here?” Y/N asked.

“I’ll drive you to work tomorrow, it’ll be fine. This way you can drink as much as you want.” Walter said.

“Jaja, mira que funny eres.” Y/N said. They walked out of the department and got into Walter’s car. Walter put on a random playlist on Spotify. Y/N was looking out the window when she heard a familiar song, “Oh my gosh, I haven’t heard this song in forever. I love ‘colgando en tus manos’, my mom would play it in the house all the time.”

“Yeah, I found a playlist with Spanish songs, thought it would be good, maybe help with my Spanish with us being friends and all.” Walter said.

“You Don’t even know what Carlos Baute is singing right now.” Y/N commented.

“It doesn’t matter, you like this kind of music, right?” Walter asked.

“It reminds me of my life in Miami, before Latin music went mainstream.” Y/N said. They kept talking and listening to music until Walter parked in the parking lot at Brunson’s. They walked in together.

“Hey, look who made it! Detective Grumpy and his sunshine partner.” Matthew said.

“Hey, we’re not at work right now but I’m still your boss, watch it. How much have you had to drink?” Walter asked.

“He had 3 tequila shots.” Glasgow said.

“How did he get here?” Walter asked.

“I took an Uber.” Matthew said.

“Same.” Rachel and Glasgow said.

“Great, well I gotta stay sober because I have to take Y/N home. What do you want to drink?” Walter asked, turning to Y/N.

“I want a ‘bad hombre’ and you should get yourself a beer, we’re celebrating you, you should be able to let loose.” Y/N said.

“All right, I’ll go to the bar.” Walter said and Y/N slid into the booth. Walter came back with a beer, a “bad hombre” which has reposado and mezcal, and an Italian sandwich for Y/N. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Don refri.” Y/N said. They were all talking and laughing, having a good time but Walter stepped away. “Damn, I’m running low, I’m gonna see of i Can get a beer, be right back.” Y/N said and walked to the bar when bumped into a tall man. “Oh I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, you’re good. Wait a minute, Y/N?” The man said and Y/N looked up to see a familiar face.

“No way, Mitch, how are you? What are you doing here in Minnesota?” Y/N asked as she hugged Mitch (Dylan O’Brien) a friend she made back in Virginia.

“My brother Steven wanted to go skiing. You want me to order you a beer?” Mitch asked.

“Yeah, get me a modelo.” Y/N said and Mitch told the bartender to get him two modelo beers. “Well, how’s the CIA treating you?”

“The CIA is fine. Listen, I’m sorry to hear that the FBI didn’t work out for you but maybe you can come back to Virginia and become part of the CIA.” Mitch said.

“I’d love to, but I’m not sure I can cut out as a CIA agent.” Y/N said. They kept talking and Walter got out of the bathroom to see Y/N talking to Mitch. He went back to his booth.

“Who’s that guy?” Walter asked.

“I Don’t know but he’s cute.” Rachel said. Walter went closer to hear their conversation.

“You’d do great. I swear, I would love to work with you.” Mitch said.

“Mitch, honestly, stop insisting, I’m not doing it.” Y/N said. All Walter heard was Y/N telling Mitch “no” so Walter got closer and..

“Didn’t you hear her? She said no.” And Walter decked Mitch, Mitch landing in the floor. Y/N got out of her stool.

“Walter! What did you do?” Y/N asked, facing Walter.

“Wasn’t he bothering you?” Walter asked.

“No! Walter this is Mitch, my friend who’s in the CIA. Mitch, this is Walter.” Y/N said as she helped Mitch off the floor.

“He’s your boyfriend or something?” Mitch asked.

“No, we’re just friends.” Y/N said and Walter walked outside the bar, he needed fresh air. “And he’s technically my boss at the police department. He’s a detective.”

“Well He’s quite protective of you. I should give you my number so we could hang out next time I’m in Minnesota.” Mitch said,

“That would be great.” Y/N said and they exchanged numbers. “It was great seeing you, I gotta talk to Walter.” Y/N walked outside and saw Walter leaning against his car. “What the hell was that in there?”

“Sorry, Y/N, I thought he was just a random drunk harassing you. I didn’t know he was a friend of yours.” Walter admitted.

“You could have asked. Just don’t do it again, okay.” Y/N said,

“I won’t. Are you sure you’re all right? He didn’t try anything?” Walter asked,

“Nah, Mitch is a good guy, he wanted me to ‘try out’ for the CIA but I told him no. Thanks for being protective though, I appreciate it.” Y/N said and she hugged him. “Can we go back inside? I’m kinda cold and this skirt isn’t helping.” Y/N said and Walter chuckled.

“Yeah, we can go back inside.” Walter said, leading her into the pub with his hand on the small of her back.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! i just guessed about the Latina owned coffee shop but then I was looking up coffee shops in Saint Paul and that’s when I found Abogados Café! I looked up the bars and the warehouses because I like my fanfics to be accurate when I’m writing about a state I don’t know anything about. Also, super sorry about the late “update”, I’m finishing up the fall semester and i have so much work to do but I’m procrastinating so…that’s gonna bite me in the ass when the time comes. Comment if you want to be added to the tag list

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witty--fool · 5 months ago

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Stimulant Symphony

Summary: Always in search of new chems to try, Hancock gets his hands on a special blend of Jet. What he doesn't know is this special blend is laced with a powerful aphrodisiac.

Rating: M,18+, softcore smut

Pairing: John Hancock/Sole survivor, John Hancock/Female Sole survivor

Tags: aphrodisiacs, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Praise kink, RadAway as aftercare, Overstimulation

Word Count: 4,083

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Hancock stood against the wall outside The Third Rail, smoking a cigarette, inhaling the smoke deeply, savoring its flavor, and exhaling it into the cool night air.

Mary-Anne had been back in Goodneighbor for a few days, this latest Minuteman mission had only taken her about a month to complete. Something Hancock had been eternally grateful for.

He’d left her in the Old State House under the watchful eye of a few of his bodyguards (can never be too careful when your girlfriend is an integral political chip to the Minutemen and Goodneighbor) while he went out to “get something”--he was meeting up with his latest Jet plug, he’d promised Hancock a “special blend” a few days ago.

Hancock, tolerance as high as a horse’s, was always eager to try any new flavor or blend of Chem, anything to make him feel that high he was always chasing. He finished his cigarette with one last deep inhale, before flicking it absentmindedly onto the ground.

Spotting the weathered drifter leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, Hancock sauntered over with a confident grin. "Hey there, friend. Got anything interesting for me today?"

The drifter, a wiry figure with a crooked smile, reached into a frayed backpack and pulled out a small inhaler. "I got just the thing you're looking for, Hancock. That special blend of Jet that I promised, guaranteed to blow your mind."

Hancock raised an eyebrow, his interest immediately piqued. "Special blend, huh? What makes it so special?"

The drifter chuckled knowingly. "Let's just say it's got a little extra kick. You won't find anything like it elsewhere in the Commonwealth."

Hancock nodded, taking the inhaler from the drifter's outstretched hand. He examined it briefly, noting the worn exterior and the faint scent of chems emanating from within.

“Sounds intriguing, but just one?” he scoffed

“That’s all you’ll need.” the drifter said

“Yeah right,” Hancock remarked with a smirk, tucking the inhaler into his coat pocket, fishing out a handful of caps to pay the drifter. "Thanks, my friend. I'll be sure to put this to good use."

The drifter grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Enjoy the ride, Hancock. Hope your lady is close by.” he gave a deep chuckle.

Hancock raised an eyebrow, what the hell did he mean by that?

With a nod of thanks, Hancock strolled away from the drifter and found a secluded alley nearby. He leaned against the cold brick wall, taking a moment to steady himself before uncapping the inhaler.

The moment he pressed it to his lips and inhaled deeply, a rush of energy surged through him like a tidal wave. The special blend of Jet filled his lungs, sending sparks of euphoria coursing through his veins almost instantly.

Hancock closed his eyes, savoring the sensation as it washed away his worries and lifted his spirits. The world around him seemed to slow down, colors appearing more vivid and sounds sharper.

"Damn," Hancock murmured with a grin, exhaling slowly as the effects took hold. "This stuff really packs a punch."

With a spring in his step, Hancock navigated the bustling streets, his mind buzzing with possibilities and excitement. The night was young, and he was determined to make the most of it. The path to the Old State House, though close by, was a blur of colors and euphoria.

Hancock swaggered into the Old State House with a mischievous grin plastered across his face, his movements infused with vigor. The blend of Jet he had indulged in earlier was now coursing through his veins, amplifying his charisma and, curiously, intensifying his desire.

"Mary, sunshine!" Hancock exclaimed theatrically as he spotted her across the room, his voice carrying through the hazy air of the dimly lit chamber. He closed the distance between them in a flurry of quick steps, his usual demeanor carried an unabashed energy.

Before Mary-Anne could react, Hancock swept her into his arms, spinning her around playfully as he peppered her face with kisses. His laughter echoed off the walls, mingling with the murmurs of surprise from the bodyguards and drifters who occupied the room.

"John, what's gotten into you?" Mary-Anne managed to gasp between his relentless affections, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of amusement and slight embarrassment. She attempted to gently push him away, but Hancock's enthusiasm only seemed to grow stronger.

"I'm just high on life, sweetheart!" Hancock proclaimed with a roguish wink, pressing a trail of eager kisses along her jawline. His hands moved with a feverish urgency, tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer.

The room around them fell into a bemused silence, the onlookers exchanging amused glances as Hancock continued his whirlwind display of affection. Mary-Anne couldn't help but laugh despite herself, her resistance gradually melting away under the warmth of Hancock's undeniable charm.

"John, you're incorrigible," Mary-Anne finally managed to tease, her voice tinged with fond exasperation. She gently cupped his face in her hands, meeting his gaze with a mixture of amusement and genuine affection.

"I know, darling," Hancock replied with a boyish grin, his eyes twinkling with mirth and something deeper. "But you like me anyway."

Mary-Anne's laughter filled the room as she leaned in to kiss him back, allowing herself to be swept up in Hancock's whirlwind of kisses and undeniable charm.

“Say,” he started, pushing his leg up against Mary-Anne’s so she could feel the subtle bulge of his erection, “why don’t we go somewhere more private?”

Mary-Anne’s eyes widened, it wasn’t like Hancock to get so excited so quickly–especially when she’d been staying in Goodneighbor for a few days.

She smiled and nodded, maybe he was just in an exceptionally good mood.

He pushed her back into his quarters, kissing her all the way–Mary-Anne felt the eyes of the bodyguards and drifters searing a hole into her, she breathed a sigh of relief when the door was finally shut.

He immediately began to strip her hungrily. Quickly helping her out of her vault suit and throwing it aside without a modicum of care. He desperately rubbed his crotch up against her thigh once she was down to her underwear, moaning into her kiss.

This wasn’t like him at all, Hancock took it slow with her. Usually, painfully slow for Mary-Anne, until she was begging him to speed things up.

Leaning in closer to him, Mary-Anne spoke softly, her voice a mix of concern and curiosity. "John... Did you take something?"

“Just some Jet” he smiled a dopey smile at her, “Special blend, it’s got me feeling great ”

Mary-Anne shook her head gently. "No, it's more than that. You're usually... Well, you take things slow with me."

He raised an eyebrow, his expression caught between amusement and surprise. "Slow? I thought you always complained I was too slow."

She smiled faintly, a touch of fond exasperation in her tone. "Maybe sometimes, but not tonight."

She noticed just how deeply he blushed, how his usual pinkish hue was now a deep red, "John, are you okay? You look...flushed."

Hancock forced a grin, trying to play it off. "Just feeling the effects of the Jet, Mary. Nothing to worry about."

She frowned, not entirely convinced. She could see the sweat beading on his forehead and the way his breathing had quickened. She leaned closer, concern etched on her face. "Are you sure? You don't look right."

Hancock squirmed under her gaze, his face turning a deeper shade of red. The aphrodisiac was taking hold, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to hide his discomfort. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... need to ride it out."

As Mary-Anne observed him closely, she couldn't help but notice how unusually warm Hancock's body felt against hers, and the flush that colored his cheeks. His eyes, usually sharp and playful, now held a glazed-over look of bliss, which concerned her even more.

He groaned softly, a frustrated sound borne out of his own discomfort, and began clumsily fumbling with his pants. Mary-Anne's brow furrowed in confusion. This was unlike Hancock, who typically reveled in the slow, intimate dance of undressing each other. His actions now seemed hurried, almost desperate, and it unsettled her.

"John," she said gently, placing a hand on his arm to stop him, "what's going on? You're acting... different."

Hancock hesitated, his gaze flickering away momentarily before meeting hers again. "I... I don't know, sunshine. I feel... weird."

She frowned, her concern deepening. "Did you take something, John? Like, something more than Jet?"

He whined as he ground his crotch up against her thigh, “I don’t” he said breathily, “I don’t know. I just... want to be in the moment with you, I want you, want you so bad.” he gasped

"Baby, do you think..." Mary-Anne hesitated, choosing her words carefully as she tried to navigate the delicate situation. She gently placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm. "Do you think you might have taken something without realizing it? Something that's affecting you now?"

Hancock's eyes flickered with a mix of embarrassment and guilt. "I... I think so," he admitted reluctantly. "I thought it was just Jet, but... I'm not sure."

She nodded slowly, her fingers tracing light circles on his chest in a soothing gesture. "It's okay, John. We'll figure this out together."

“It…” he groaned again, “It hurts…”

This must have been why that dealer had wished his ‘lady’ was nearby. Every ounce of his being was screaming for release. Every moment he wasn’t touching her, or she wasn’t touching him, was like torture.

She took a deep breath, “I’m going to… take care of you, is that ok?”

He simply whimpered in response, and she began to slip onto her knees.

She gently slipped off his underwear and took note of the strain in his member. The dripples of precum at his tip.

In one swift motion, she began to slip him into her mouth, he moaned deeply and tangled his hand in her hair–careful not to pull.

She worked quickly, knowing he was so desperate for any kind of release, so took the entirety of him in her mouth, moving up and down.

He threw his head back in pleasure. His mind swam in the Jet, colors, noises, and most importantly, sensations that were amplified to a million.

She made quick work of him, quicker than usual.

“Sunshine! I-” she hollowed out her cheeks one last time, sucking deeply as he let out a long, obscene moan–one the other residents of the Old State House no doubt heard.

She swallowed it all like a champ, wiping her mouth once he was finished.

He was breathing heavily, his usually strong knees now feeling weak and unsteady beneath him. Mary-Anne couldn't ignore the concern tightening in her chest as she guided him over to the bed, her touch gentle yet supportive as she eased him down onto the soft mattress.

"Do you feel any better, baby?" she asked softly, her voice laced with both worry and tenderness.

Hancock let out a shaky exhale, his body visibly relaxing against the bed. He fiddled with his hat, trying to gather his thoughts amidst the lingering haze in his mind. "A little," he admitted hoarsely, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

Mary-Anne sat down beside him, her hand finding his and giving it a comforting squeeze. "Just rest, John," she encouraged, her voice a soothing whisper. "Take your time. We have all the time we need."

His eyes suddenly widened with alarm. In a burst of panic, he tried to sit up swiftly, but his body betrayed him, and he fell back down onto the bed with a groan. "You–you didn’t take your Rad-X!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with both worry and frustration.

Mary-Anne's heart ached at seeing him so distressed. She quickly moved to soothe him, placing a swift, reassuring kiss on his lips. "It's okay, John," she whispered gently, her touch calming him. "I’ll take some RadAway once we’re done."

He looked at her, the worry in his eyes slowly giving way to the trust he had in her. "But Mary, I don't want you to get sick because of me," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled faintly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I won’t get sick, I promise," she said, her tone firm yet comforting.

He was still rock hard, the intensity of his arousal almost unbearable. He whimpered at the lack of contact, at the cold air against his flushed skin, every sensation heightened to an overwhelming degree.

Mary-Anne sat down next to him, her touch gentle and reassuring as she placed a hand on his knee. "Do you need me to do something else?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with concern and tenderness.

Any kind of sensation seemed too much for him. He gasped at just her touch, his body shuddering involuntarily. "I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice hoarse with need and confusion.

Mary-Anne moved slowly, and carefully, her movements deliberate and soothing. She lay down beside him, her body close enough to offer comfort without overwhelming him. Her hand remained on his knee, a steady, grounding presence.

"Just breathe, John," she whispered, her voice a calming murmur in the dim light of the room. "Focus on my voice, okay?"

He nodded, his breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps. "It's so much," he managed to say, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to process the flood of sensations coursing through him.

"I know," Mary-Anne replied gently, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on his knee. "But you're not alone. I'm right here with you."

He turned his head slightly, his eyes opening to meet hers. The trust and vulnerability in his gaze tugged at her heart. "I need you," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I don't know what to do, but I need you."

Mary-Anne's heart ached for him, for the confusion and intensity he was experiencing. She leaned in closer, "I'm here," she reassured him. "We'll get through this together."

He let out a shaky breath, the tension in his body slowly beginning to ease as her presence calmed him. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, the words filled with a mixture of frustration and gratitude.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Mary-Anne said firmly, her voice soft but steady. "We're in this together, remember?"

She moved to be on top of him, her body pressing gently against his as she captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Hancock moaned into it, his hands instinctively reaching for her, pulling her closer as if he feared she might disappear. He deepened the kiss, his desperation palpable, his need for her overwhelming.

“It’s okay… it’s gonna be okay…” she murmured against his lips, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. She could feel the frantic beat of his heart against her chest, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he clung to her.

His hands roamed her back, his touch both fervent and tender, seeking reassurance in the warmth of her body. "Mary," he breathed, his voice a mixture of longing and gratitude. "I need you so much right now."

"I'm here," she whispered, she kissed him again, her lips soft and reassuring. "I'm not going anywhere, John."

He whimpered, the sound full of vulnerability, as her kisses trailed from his lips to his jaw, then down to his neck. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his body trembling beneath her. "I don't know what's happening to me," he confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Shh," she soothed, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're just feeling everything so intensely right now. But I'm here, and we're going to get through this together."

She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he tensed and then relaxed with each gentle caress. His hands moved to her hips, holding her as if she were his lifeline. "I just... I need to feel you," he said, his voice breaking slightly.

Mary-Anne nodded, understanding the depth of his need. She moved her hands to his cheeks, lifting his face so their eyes met. "I'm right here," she repeated, her voice firm and reassuring. "And I'm not leaving you."

Their lips met again, the kiss slow and tender, a promise of unwavering support and love. Hancock's grip tightened on her, his body arching up towards her as he lost himself in the sensation of her touch. Each kiss, each gentle stroke of her hands, was a reminder that he wasn't alone.

She moved her kisses back down his neck, her hands tracing soothing patterns on his skin. "Breathe, John," she murmured against his collarbone. "Just breathe."

He nodded, his eyes closed as he focused on her voice, her touch, the grounding presence she provided. The intensity of his arousal was still there, but with her guiding him, it was no longer overwhelming. It was a connection, a lifeline that anchored him in the moment.

"Mary," he said again, her name a prayer on his lips. "Thank you."

She continued to capture his lips in a deep and intense kiss as her hand traveled down to his member. His breath hitched in his throat as she took it in her hand, beginning to stroke it gently.

He whined into her kiss as she began to speed up.

“Good boy, you’re doing so good for me… so good…” Mary-Anne murmured, her lips brushing against his skin as she kissed up and down his neck. She nibbled and sucked gently, leaving a trail of marks that would remind him of this night for days to come.

He shivered at her words, his body reacting to the praise in a way he couldn’t control. Hancock wouldn’t admit it, but he always loved being called a good boy. It made him feel seen, cherished, and safe. Her approval meant everything to him, and in moments like these, he basked in her praise, letting it wash over him like a soothing balm.

"Mary," he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion. "You don't know what you do to me."

She smiled against his neck, her fingers trailing down his chest in a soothing, rhythmic pattern. "I think I have a pretty good idea," she teased gently, her breath hot against his skin. "You love being my good boy, don’t you?"

A soft, involuntary whimper escaped his lips, his body arching towards her. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I love it when you say that."

"Good," she whispered back, her lips finding his again in a tender kiss. "Because you are. You’re my good boy, John, and I’m so proud of you."

She sped up her strokes furtherF until he was on the edge. He was unable to contain himself, and he threw his head back in bliss as he came.

The Jet surged through his veins like wildfire, intensifying every sensation to an almost unbearable degree. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears like a drum. Every touch, every whisper from Mary-Anne, sent electric shocks through his body.

"Mary” he gasped, his voice ragged with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "It's... it's too much..."

He writhed beneath her, his fingers gripping the sheets as he struggled to hold on to the last threads of control. The room seemed to spin around him, colors blurring at the edges of his vision. His skin felt like it was on fire, and every breath he took was a battle.

Mary-Anne noticed the change immediately. She cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "John, stay with me," she said firmly, her voice a lifeline in the chaos. "Focus on me. Just breathe."

He nodded weakly, trying to anchor himself to her presence. "I... I can't... it's too strong..."

"You can," she insisted, her voice calm and steady. "I'm right here. Feel my touch, listen to my voice. We're going to ride this out together."

She pressed her forehead against his, her hands moving in slow, soothing circles over his chest. "Breathe with me, John. In and out. Just like that."

Hancock struggled to match her breathing, his body shaking with the effort. The Jet's high was reaching its peak, and it felt like he was on the verge of shattering. But Mary-Anne's presence was a beacon of light in the overwhelming darkness, and he clung to it with everything he had.

"Good boy," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're doing so well. Just a little longer."

Her praise sent another jolt through his system, but this time, it was grounding rather than overwhelming. He focused on her voice, her touch, letting them guide him through the storm. The world around him slowly started to come back into focus, the chaotic sensations beginning to ebb.

The intensity of the night gradually settled into a soothing calm, with Hancock's breathing becoming more even and his body finally relaxing beneath Mary-Anne's gentle touch. The Jet's high had ebbed away, leaving behind a tender exhaustion.

Mary-Anne shifted to lie beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He pulled her close, their bodies fitting together in a comforting embrace. The warmth of their shared presence enveloped them as they lay in the dim light, the chaos of the earlier hours now a distant memory.

"Thank you," Hancock murmured, his voice a tired whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," she replied softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm always here for you."

They held each other through the night, finding solace in their closeness. Mary-Anne's fingers traced gentle patterns on his back, while Hancock's hand rested over her heart, feeling the steady beat that reassured him she was there.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the windows of the Old State House, Hancock stirred, feeling the familiar sting of guilt as he remembered Mary-Anne's earlier promise to take RadAway. He glanced down at her sleeping form, her face peaceful in slumber, and he knew he had to take care of her as she had taken care of him.

Carefully, he slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb her. He retrieved a RadAway syringe from their supplies and returned to her side. Gently, he woke her with a soft touch to her shoulder.

"Sunshine," he whispered. "It's morning. Time to take your RadAway."

She stirred, blinking sleepily up at him. "Already?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "Can't have you getting sick because of me."

Hancock hooked up the IV bag, preparing her arm for the needle. With a steady hand, he inserted the IV, watching as the dark brown liquid began to flow into her bloodstream.

There you go," he said, offering her a reassuring smile. "All set."

"Thanks, John," she replied, her eyes soft with gratitude. "I appreciate it."

They sat together in the early morning light, the world outside just beginning to wake. Hancock wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

"No, thank you," he said quietly. "For everything."

Mary-Anne rested her head on his shoulder, their breaths synchronizing as they embraced the new day. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they knew they could face them together, stronger for the bond they shared.

As the RadAway worked its magic, Mary-Anne felt the familiar warmth spread through her veins, easing the residual effects of radiation. Hancock held her close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her arm, grounding both of them in the moment.

"It's gonna be okay," he murmured, more to himself than to her.

"I know," she assured him, squeezing his hand.

They stayed like that for a while, savoring the quiet intimacy, the shared strength. Hancock kissed the top of her head, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.

Eventually, the IV bag emptied, and Mary-Anne felt revitalized. She removed the needle, and Hancock carefully bandaged the spot. They dressed slowly, taking their time, savoring the peace of the morning.

She took his hand in hers, drawing light circles with her thumb, “Please John, be more careful next time.”

“I will, Sunshine, I will” he reassured.

They sat together on the bed, hand in hand. Preparing to face the new day, as the rest of Goodneighbor slowly awoke.

#fo4 companions #hancock fo4 #john hancock fo4 #fallout 4 #hancock x sole survivor #hancock x female sole survivor

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epickiya722 · 2 years ago

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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 24 - A YOUNG WOMAN'S DECLARATION

Jumping right into it!!

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS

Starting with Nezu's UA barrier plan!

How did he become principal?!

"I also kept my eye on the threat of Shigaraki." He would. He's Nezu! He is going to be prepared.

Did Katsuki and Shoto speak at the same time? 😆

"That's why I paid for it myself!" Kaminari's reaction! 🤣 NEZU GOT BANK!!

MY GREEN BOY LOOKS SO SAD!!!

😭💔

Okay, so the civilians are mad. What is else is new?

Now truth be told, not mad but scared. Which is understandable. Everything is suddenly thrown into complete chaos.

"Doesn't having OFA make him a Nomu?" You... what crap are you smoking? Is it because he has multiple quirks?! By that logic, Shoto is a Nomu, too!

INKO RUNNING TO GET TO IZUKU, HER BABY!! HER ONLY SON!! WHY Y'ALL DO THIS TO HER?! 😭💔

KOTAAAA!!!

Class B taking care of Eri! Aaaaw! Off topic, Monoma looks good in lavender!

After Best Jeanist explained all that, someone still... can I punch him? Can I punch that guy?

"... shift the burden onto us." BITCH, HE WAS SAYING THEY NEED MIDORIYA TO REST!! THAT CHILD, HELLO!! GO TO HELL!

LET HER HUG HER SON, FUCKING PLEASE!!!

Danger sense is going off... THEY REALLY INTENDED TO HARM A CHILD THAT IS FIGHTING FOR THEM!!

THAT'S RIGHT, OCHACO!! LET THEM KNOW THAT YOUR FRIEND, YOUR CLASSMATE, YOUR FELLOW HERO STUDENT IS FIGHTING!!

"Will you please look at him?!" FOR REAL!!!

Heeey, big lady! Oh, she's so adorable!

"We'll clean up the messes you can't." That's right, Katsuki! Let him know it's about teamwork!

BABY OCHACO IS SO DAMN CUTE!! 💞💞💞

"My parents always looked like they were tired, and that pained me." Ooooh, Ochaco!! I know the feeling...

"Don't tell me you want us to get all beat up like that, too?" Take off that All Might shirt, you don't deserve to wear it, you fucking disgrace.

That's right, Tenya! "She's fighting. For the sake of everyone's smiles, including yours." Heroes deserve to smile, too.

She really just wants to people to understand that they have to do this together. She wants people to smile. My feels!!!

Seeing the Midoriya's cry makes me... nope, I'm already crying! 😭😭😭

"He's just a normal high schooler!" EXACTLY!! HE STILL LEARNING!! TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF EVERYTHING AND DO GOOD BY PEOPLE!! TRYING TO TAKE ON THIS HEAVY BURDEN BY HIMSELF!!

I haven't seen him cry this hard and I just... that's right, Izuku, let it out. You need to.

The flashback to Kota getting shoes that look like Izuku's!!! 😭❤

"This is the story of how I became the greatest hero." Haven't heard that since forever!

"And the story of how everyone became the greatest heroes." Yeah, I needed to cry today.

OOH MY HEART!!

Kota, don't apologize. You still moved to comfort him, sweetie. You are still a child, you're going to be scared. More than what I can say about some people. *glares at a certain civilian wearing an All Might shirt he doesn't deserve to wear*

"So you don't have to cry anymore! It's okay!!" HE IS MY SUNSHINE!! AAAAWWW!!

The way the big lady helped him to his feet!! Ooooh, she is just so...! Her heart is so big!!

"In the end, UA said it was okay." Because UA is about it!

"Crybaby hero" okay, from her it sounds endearing.

"But I'm lucky because that meant I could see you again." Looking on the bright side of things!! Again, big heart!!

Spiky head dude from season 1! Long time, no see!

"... can't we listen to what he has to say?" THANK YOU!!

... wasn't he like always there before Izuku got into Yuuei? He was present during the Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods scene. CALLBACK CHARACTER!!

"This is the only place where he can rest up without worry." And he's right. Had he rest up at some other place, he would be always worried. Yuuei is a familiar place.

"But then the same thing would happen at Shiketsu..." THANK YOU, LADY!!

"I felt like I was in the audience and the heroes were the performers on stage... and then before we knew it, we had forgotten the soul behind the man... In the midst of that, what are those who are left fighting for? If we reject even those who are fighting now, then what'll be left for us?" BETTER LISTEN TO HIM!!

"We'll get it all back." Izuku... please... my heart...

That'sright, Hawks! THE CONNECTIONS!!

AIZAWA IS SMILING BECAUSE OF HIS CLASS!! 😭💜

They... now I'm in my feels about Shirakumo.

All Might... All Might!!!!

OKAY!! The episode made me want to cry, but let's applaud Sakura Ayane's performance as Ochaco!! Amazing as always!!

#kiya reacts #just kiya's thoughts #kiya watches #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha s6 #bnha season 6 #bnha spoilers #uraraka ochaco #uravity #midoriya izuku #deku #midoriya inko #ippan josei #kota izumi

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mumucow · 2 years ago

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5. “I love you.” - “You do?”

Okay, it’s here and I do feel the pressure since I got good feedback from the Seven Sentence Sunday I shared.

I will tag everyone that reblogged, don’t know if people who liked the post want to be tagged.

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Eddie wasn't eavesdropping, he wouldn't do that.

He liked giving Christopher his space, especially when he was with Buck.

Buck was Chris' safe space and if Eddie was being honest, it was also his. Still, he never expected to hear it.

"I love you." Chris sounded sure and confident.

"You do?" Buck's voice was clearly filled with emotion at that confirmation and Eddie wanted to punch anyone who ever made Buck feel like he didn't deserve love.

"Yes. That is why you need to ask Dad out! I'm okay with it. I would love that!"

Eddie almost choked in his saliva at those words and he was sure that Buck was just as shocked as him.

His beautiful blue eyes were probably wide open with the revelation of Chris' actual intentions.

Eddie took a step back, his breathing hitching a bit. He was aware of his own feelings after so many sessions with Frank, but was he that obvious that Christopher noticed, or was his son just eager to have a family? With Buck.

Buck had clearly reached a point of acknowledging that he wanted stability, he had shared that with Eddie. That soon he would like to settle and have a family.

Eddie could give him all that and more, he would provide Buck with all the love he truly deserves.

“Hey, boys it’s getting late.” Eddie made sure to do plenty of noise before reaching the living room, trying to pretend that he hadn’t heard that conversation even if his cheeks still felt hot.

“But, Dad…” Christopher stared at his father with the biggest puppy eyes he could pull off.

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at his kid before ruffling his curly air. One glance at Buck and he could see that the other was smiling as well, his cheeks colored in pink making Buck’s birthmark stand out.

“Don’t you think that you have spent enough time with Buck today at the zoo?” Eddie tried to argue, keeping his voice calm and patient. “Besides, aren’t you too cool for hanging out with a bunch of old people like us?” He teased.

“Who is old here?!” Buck gasped pretending to be offended which only made Christopher laugh.

“No one.” Eddie tried to pass his smirk as innocent as possible before turning back to Chris. “Maybe share Buck a little with me?” He said the last part a bit lower like it was a secret even if he was sure that Buck could hear it.

Eddie kept his eyes on his son as the boy left to brush his teeth. Looking back at Buck, Eddie’s heart started to race just like he had expected it.

Buck sat sideways on the couch, like he truly felt at home there, he had his head lowered but Eddie knew exactly what he was trying to hide. What should never be hidden in Eddie’s opinion, Buck’s smile was one of the most beautiful ones he has ever seen, it felt like sunshine coming through the window to warm you up on a lazy sunday afternoon. Warming you up from the inside out.

Eddie might have been staring for too long and too lost in his own mind because when he blinked and opened his eyes Buck was staring at him in confusion.

“Do you want to stay for a beer?” Eddie hoped his voice didn’t sound as strained and deep as it did to his ears.

“Yeah, sure.”

It didn’t take long for them to be sat alone on the couch, Chris already tucked into bed while the adults enjoyed a quiet moment. There was a nature documentary on tv that neither of them was paying attention to.

Eddie would let his eyes roam over to Buck every now and then, noticing that there was something wrong. Buck usually wasn’t this quiet, he had always something to say about what they were watching but instead, he was focused on the bottle of beer in his hands. More specifically peeling off the label of it.

The drink was probably already warm in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie’s voice was slow but it was enough for Buck to flinch.

“Nothing-” Buck tried but gave up right away on lying to him.

Eddie moved on the couch so his knee was pressed against Buck’s tight, somehow they always found a way for their bodies to be touching. Either at home or on the job.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

Buck set the bottle down on the coffee table before relaxing against the couch, his arm stretched over the back of it, now his full body facing towards Eddie.

“Chris asked me something…” Buck played with a thread of couch. “I don’t know if I can do it…”

“Buck…” Even if Eddie felt his heart shatter at this revelation he was still there for his best friend. He knew exactly what Chris had asked.

Eddie knew that if it was a few years before maybe Buck would have done it just to please the people he loves. To make them happy. He still does everything he can to make everyone he cares about happy.

“You know I would do anything for him right?” Buck finally looked up at him instead of watching his hands. His bright blue eyes with unshed tears, the white of his eyes turning red as he tried to keep them from falling.

“I do.” Eddie reached out, hand gently wrapping around Buck’s wrist, the one on the back of the couch. “Chris will understand.”

And Eddie would learn to live with it, that what he felt for Buck would never be reciprocal. His heart broke into tiny pieces in between them, on the pillows of the couch that Buck would never choose.

“You don’t even…” Buck sighed, taking the heel of his free hand against his eyes to take away any tears that might have escaped him. “I don’t want to ruin things.”

“You won’t.” Eddie promised, his thumb brushing along Buck’s pulse point of his wrist. Feeling the rapid heartbeat there.

“You can’t promise that.”

“I can. At least with us. There is nothing you can do that will ruin things with me or Chris.”

“Eddie…” The name fall out of Buck’s tongue with so much emotion, like he wanted to say everything that was going on in his head with just one word. Like he couldn’t believe that he had this.

“It’s true…” Eddie noticed how Buck looked at him in confusion. “Chris. He does love you or he wouldn’t say it. I do need to talk to him about using that confession like that. But he does.”

Buck looked at him with wide eyes, quickly pulling away from Eddies touch like he was being burned.

“I…you heard that?” Buck sounded just as scared as he looked.

“I did, I didn’t mean to.” Eddie sighed, putting some space between them. Already picking up the little pieces of his broken heart and storing them in a box where it wouldn’t be ever be touched again. “I get it. And I am proud of you. I know you love Chris just as much he loves you but you don’t have to do what he asks if you don’t want to.”

“What?”

There was a moment of quiet between them, everything settling down. Sinking in. Eddie’s heart beating so damn hard that it made everything else disappear. Until Buck was reaching for him, it was just a brush of fingers on Eddie’s hand but it was enough to make him let go of the breath he was holding.

“It’s not like that, Eddie. I…shit.” Buck closed his eyes for a few seconds before blinking them open again, a hint of fear there. “I’m scared that if I do it…I will screw things up.”

“Buck, I told you. There is nothing you can do that will screw things up.” Eddie couldn’t help but smile. He looked at their hands which were now intertwined.

“I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t do that. You and Chris are like…” Buck choked up a bit on those words.

“Your safe space?” Eddie offered and saw the acknowledgment on Buck’s face, his lips curling into a smile.

“Exactly.”

“You are the same. For Chris and me.”

“Really?” There was a bit more confident in Buck’s smile, his eyes shining a bit more, and no more tears threatening to fall.

“So, don’t you have something to ask me?” Eddie licked his lips expectantly, his heart was slowly but surely getting back together with every little thing that Buck was giving him.

The soft squeeze of their hands, the soft smiles and gazes. They were more than fine.

“Just because this amazing kid asked me to and I can’t say no to him.” Buck teased back before they got closer.

Buck’s free hand resting right above Eddie’s knee. Their face were so close that Eddie could count Buck’s eyelashes, he could see all the shades of blue in the other man’s eyes. Just everything about Buck was beautiful, especially his heart and soul.

“Eddie Diaz, will you go out with me?” Eddie could still see a bit of nervousness behind Buck’s words.

“Yes.”

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ok ok i’ve started to process the album but honestly cant stop yelling enough to write a coherent ask so here’s a whole bunch of stuff that has me going feral:

the title track. i think fob just released one of my fave songs ever, it went to my top 5 from them so fast!!! it reminds me of how much the pandemic fucked up for everyone… “thought we had it all” fr!! but like. the strings??? the choir at the end?! SUNSHINE OF MY LIFETIME REPRISE?!?! SHUT UP FOREVER!!!!! (also my bday is the “day after christmas past” so i nearly screamed when i heard that line lmaooooo… followed immediately by “my pain isn’t cool enough”?! literally almost fell over at that point. that felt like an accidental shoutout and then getting punched directly in the gut 😭)

flu game is absolutely my second fave!!! the “youuuu” in the chorus just hits my brain a certain way i’m obsessed!! also i relate to it a little too much 😭

what a time to be alive!!!!! soul punk vibes fr <3 also that bridge goes so hard i think screaming it live would fix me 😭 WHEN I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE THIS ISNT QUITE WHAT I MEANT!!!! GOT THE QUARANTINE BLUES BAD NEWS WHAT’S LEFT!!!!!

the strings in i am my own muse?!?! patrick is just flexing at this point (as he should) <3

my synesthesia went crazy with heaven iowa… it’s this beautiful deep blue/indigo/purple situation and i want to live in it <— totally normal thing to say abt a song

so good right now gave me whiplash right after heaven iowa but it’s so fun! i went from crying to dancing so fast lmao

in general i love space and this album delivered w the references!! i caved and bought the glow in the dark stars 😳

and the living even though it’s painful and scary, especially when it’s painful and scary vibes… fob always knows what we need to hear i swear!!! ur post abt the themes on this album is so so true <3

patrick dressed as a chicken playing the piano… i love him so much it’s stupid <3 also that music video nearly killed me. couldn’t see the screen super well when they were on fallon and didn’t process that the costume was like… a muscle suit for a solid minute. my brain literally shut down lmaooo 😭

ik there’s like… lyric parallels and stuff i got rlly excited abt but am totally forgetting rn! i’m sure it’ll come back when i listen to the album again (which i’m probably gonna go do rn) but… yeah!! so glad we get to be insane abt all this on here together lol <3 peace and love in fob world ☺️

- 🧋 anon

YESSSS the title track is INSANE with how good it is and how much is in it like. i swear every lyric hits Hard, the reprise absolutely breaks my heart it is so. Perfect. so so so valid for it being in your top 5 fob songs of all time already it is genuinely That Good!!! and made for you Clearly with that birthday shoutout!!! even with the gut punch after. every lyric feels like such a gut punch i swear kfgjdhfkjs

flu game is ALSO one of my top favs, i could not rank this album yet even if it would save my life kfjsdkfj but i know for Sure flu game is in like. top 5 territory. i'm obsessed w it for the same reasons fr it is. too relatable thanks pete (haha i said the thing!)

REAL i need them to perform what a time to be alive live SO bad literally just so i can scream that bridge i think that would fix me fr fr. also just love how dancey it is while having. incredibly depressing lyrics. vibe of all time fksjdhfks

patrick is flexing w his arranging skills all over this album but Esp in i am my own muse and i hope he keeps flexing forever bc it is. so good!!!!

OUGHHH heaven iowa being purpley blue it so pretty... to me it's like... idk a very warm song, orange/yellow/golden so. the opposite of you KFJDSK but still pretty i Also wanna live in it. we are So normal for that bff <3

they are literally sick for putting so good right now right after heaven, iowa it was Such an intense tone shift fsdkjfsh i Love so good right now tho it's slowly becoming one of my favs i think

i absolutely love how jam packed this album is w space references, i was anticipating it but Still am like. fuck yeah space fkjdshkfjs i'm still debating on getting the glow in the dark stars tbh... is u getting them a sign i should too... much to think about

but yeah the albums themes are SOOOO. like. i think what the world needed to hear right now, also what i needed to hear rn, what You needed to hear like. they always know!!!! it is just so cathartic to hear that things might not be okay or better but that you can still live and be fulfilled and have love Despite Despite Despite!!!!

and lastly fr i. didn't process it was a chestplate/muscle suit at first either so was like. ready to die over patrick looking like That lmao honestly i still am he pulls off that look way too well. also pulled off the chicken costume imo <3

#LOVED hearing ur thoughts on all this if u have more. processed ones KFJHDSK i would love to hear them too <3 #so fun to go insane over fob w u and everyone on here tho its the best <3 these last few days have been SOOO fun on here <3 #asks #🧋anon

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