#╳ — what’s the last thing you remember ╱ UNDECIDED ⫻

[collecting--stardust]

I fucking hate Lin Jarvis I want to fucking sew his mouth shut

[sydmarch]

HUGE W FOR ANTIVIRAL FANS!!!!

I really hope the substance ends up being good bcus it'd be such a huge w for antiviral fans if so I mean:

[arcanesea]

fine line

PAIRING: kim seungmin x reader GENRE: fluff WC: 572 WARNINGS: none(?)

“Okay, that’s it,” Seungmin closed the book he was holding, looking directly at you. “What’s going on with you?”

Nothing’s going on with you, is what you want to say. But you just stopped scrolling and shifted your gaze to Seungmin who was leaning on the couch across from you. Your eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

“You’ve sighed like 100 times in the past 15 minutes,” Seungmin observes. You rolled your eyes at him, focusing back on your screen. You scroll past a book review video; too tired to think, scroll past a breakfast recipe without saving it, scroll past a cute animation video without even smiling.

“101 times now,” Seungmin announces. You look at him, still not saying anything. Afraid that if you even open your mouth, you won’t stop talking. Seungmin stands from his seat and moves to the other end of your couch. He lifted your feet fleetingly before sitting down with your feet on his lap. “Don’t you want to share what’s inside that little brain of yours?”

“Are you saying I’m dumb?” you voiced for the first time since the last hour. You wittingly press your heel towards his thigh, earning a low grumble from Seungmin.

“That’s your word, I won’t say such things to my girlfriend,” Seungmin said, drumming to your shin. “So?”

You unintentionally sigh and then smile at Seungmin when you realize before setting your phone on your chest.

“Don’t you feel like the world is moving too fast?” you proposed. Lately, the bones in your body refuse to cooperate, and you’re just constantly tired. “Weren’t we just graduating high school yesterday? And suddenly we’re going on our own way, doing interns and everything else. It’s like we don’t even have time for each other.” your voice waning.

“Aw, is this your way of saying you miss me?” Seungmin teased. You respond by once again pressing your heel towards his thigh. “But I get you” he leaned back on the couch, pausing to find the right word to respond to you. You sigh again, laughing now that you remember the exact count of how many times you sigh.

“I don’t think it’s normal to feel this way, because like… we have different paces, and I shouldn’t compare myself to others. But at the same time, I just can’t stop thinking about where we’ll go in life… What will happen to… us?”

“Do you think we’ll break up after we graduate?” You nodded sheepishly. A grin plastered on your face, matching Seungmin’s playful energy. He puts a hand over his chest, sounding hurt, “Unbelievable.”

You laugh ardently. Of course, there’s only a small part of you that thinks that way, the others are proceeding with certainty that you’ll get through whatever crisis this is with him.

“I know you’ve heard enough of it, and it probably won’t have any effects. But we’re going to be fine, babe,” Seungmin said, tracing circles on your shin. “The future’s undecided, right, but we’re doing everything we can right now to shape it into something that we dreamt about.”

And he’s only wrong about one thing, every word he says does have its effect on you, and you believe in him. You believe you’ll be fine.

a/n. shout out to every last-year college student out there. we got this<3 also seungmin kinda look like jake (enha) on that pic... he's so boyfriend

[ellieluvr420]

Friends? Never. Pt.7 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

SMUT mdni, brief mention of attempted SA, story-typical violence

It had been two weeks since Ellie had come back from patrol injured, Maria gave you leave so you could take care of her and it had been a nightmare for the full fourteen days, Ellie never once making life easy for you and proving herself to be the worst patient in all of history. Nevertheless, you still managed to get through it and today was your first day back on patrol. If you said you weren’t nervous you would be lying and if you said you were nervous solely because of the attack two weeks ago you would also be lying. You had been up all-night pacing and fretting about being away from Ellie for a whole day, you were so angry that in the space of two weeks you had become dependent on her company but there was nothing you could do to rationalise with yourself, so you paced, and you bit the skin around your nails raw and possibly pulled a couple clumps of hair out, you had yet to look in the mirror and assess the damage but when you walked into Ellie’s room where she was sitting eating breakfast, you knew it was bad. 

“Why do you look like that?” 

“Like what?” 

“Bad.” 

“Wow thanks.” 

“Oh come on you know what I mean.” As you sit on the bed and lean in to peck her lips, she holds your face close to hers to whisper: “You always look beautiful, but you don’t look well.” She kisses you once again and leans her forehead on yours as you smile bittersweetly at each other. 

Since your first kiss you had spent every second together, the little bubble surrounding you both was tinted pink and the second you walk out the front door for patrol you know the feeling will be ripped away from you. You had spent every night watching films, making dinner together once Ellie was mobile again and you had even started taking it in turns reading your book to each other. The new definition of your relationship was undecided but the air around you both was heavy with want. You had been holding yourself back because of Ellie’s condition and Ellie had been holding herself back because the irrational fear that she would somehow infect you if you had sex was at the forefront of her mind, sometimes she’d even hesitate to kiss you before remembering that it was okay. Things were calm and quiet, and you almost forgot the real world, almost. 

“I’m fine El, I just didn’t sleep much last night.” 

“Then you shouldn’t be going on patrol, you won’t be able to focus, tell Maria you can’t.” 

“Okay so I tell Maria I can’t patrol because I’m tired, how do you think she’ll react?” 

“... Okay fair enough but I don’t like it.” 

“You and me both.” You gaze at her face that had the last remnants of some green and brown bruises as well as the stitched cut across her freckled cheeks that was healing well as you cup her cheek. She takes your hand in hers and kisses at your knuckles before tightening her grip and holding your fingers for her to inspect. “Wait, No Ellie.” 

“I fucking knew it you liar, you’ve bitten them raw. Are they sore?” You snatch your hand away from her with a shameful look on your face as you avoid eye contact. 

“No they’re fine. And I’m fine, I gotta go though so I’ll see you later.” 

“What time will you be back?” 

“Five-ish.” You both go quiet as the memory of that day dawns on each of you, you watch as panic flashes across her face. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, there’s a big group of us going today and we’re sticking together. They managed to get us walkie’s somehow, so we’ll be able to stay in touch with each other and Jackson, okay?” 

“Okay.” She sighs and you kiss her check before walking to the door. “Be safe.” You look back at her and flash a solemn smile. 

“Always.” You keep walking without looking back again for fear that if you did you would never leave, so you don’t look back until you’re on Greg and riding out of Jackson to your first checkpoint. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Lacey smiled at you. You were often on patrol with her, so you had become good friends. Her black curly hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her brown eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity. Lacey was beautiful with her glowing deep-brown skin that only looked more heavenly in the sunlight that was beating down on you all. The first thing you noticed about her was her beauty but as you got to know her you found she was strong and kind. She was the first person you told about your sexuality and she was the first person after Maria that you told about your parents kicking you out.  

“Yeah, I got given leave because my roommate got really hurt in the attack the other week, so I was taking care of her.” 

“You were taking care of Ellie; I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that.” 

“How do you know I live with Ellie?” You had barely seen Lacey since moving in with Ellie because of everything that’s happened so you hadn’t had a chance to tell her, for a second you wondered if you would have told her even if you had seen her, but you push the thought away before you let it distract you. 

“Everyone knows.” 

“What?” 

“Oh come on, you two are sworn enemies and now you live together, everyone’s a little interested on what that’s like. So, fill me in, is she secretly buried in the backyard right now?” She grins at you playfully as you shake your head and chuckle. 

“Well, um, she’s not dead yet.” You choke out a small laugh and immediately feel consumed with guilt as Lacey laughs with you. You don’t know why you said that. What you wanted to say is it’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but your mouth wasn’t connected to your brain. 

You had been to two out of four checkpoints and you were approaching your third now, a small holiday town with large cabins and a couple shops and bars, whenever you came here you always tried to imagine what it was like before the outbreak but your mind can never conjure up a picture and it frustrates you more each time. The actual checkpoint is one of the furthest cabins from the entrance to the town, so you check each building you pass on your way to it. There were seven of you today and each person seemed more on edge than the next but other than a couple stragglers you had been okay so far. You felt stupid for relaxing a little the second one of your men went down and bullets started raining down on your group. 

“FIND COVER NOW!” You scream to the rest of them and as you sprint past Finn lying dead on the floor something inside you flips and you’re no longer consciously acting, all your movements were controlled by the need to get back home to Ellie safely as you dived into the first cabin on your left. Immediately you pull your handgun out and check your pocket to catalogue how much ammo you had. You quickly but carefully check each room downstairs. If you had been calm and collected you would have went upstairs first knowing that you’re more likely to find someone there than downstairs, but you aren’t calm and collected, you’re panicked and running entirely on adrenaline. You hadn’t realised how easy it was for life to end, how quick, you had always pushed the thought of death away knowing it was all too possible in the hostile world you lived in, so you chose to stay ignorant to reality. You were content with your decision, until you hear the creak of a floorboard behind you. Without a second thought you spun round firing your gun twice, you watch as the figure that you had shot at dove towards you showing you his grisly face. You fire again but he’s too quick, slamming you down to the ground and climbing on top of you, pinning you down. You glance at your gun that had been hit out of your hand and was now sitting in the corner of the room, mocking you. He smiles like the cheshire cat as he runs a knife down your face before reaching for the walkie talkie he had attached to his hip. 

“Boys come to number 7, I’ve got a pretty one.” He speaks into the walkie talkie before turning his attention back to you. “I’m gonna enjoy this.” He begins reaching to unbuckle his belt and your body turns cold. 

Get home to Ellie. 

You lean up and smash your head into his and as he groans with a disoriented expression, you deliver a hard punch straight to his nose.  

Get home to Ellie. 

You push him off you and scramble away as quick as you can but his hand latches onto your ankle, you let him pull you closer and then kick him hard in the face which allows you to wriggle free again. 

Get home to Ellie. 

This time you manage to make it to your gun, immediately shooting him straight in the foot. He bellows out as he goes to the ground and you watch as you grab your walkie talkie. 

“Come to number 7, be discreet and be ready, there’s a group of them and they’re all coming here. I’ve got one already.” You walk over to the now writhing man and jam the gun into his stomach. “WHO ARE YOU?!” You screech out. His silence angers you more so you slam the base of your gun down onto his temple. “Start talking or I break your arm next.” 

“I’d like to see you try.” He chuckles and the arrogance sets something off inside you, in one swift motion you hold his right arm up, his dominant one you had noticed, and stomp down onto it until you hear a loud crack and see the creamy white of his bone poking through his upper arm. The scream he lets out is inhumane, but it was music to your ears. 

“You’ve got a minute or I break the other one too.” 

“FINE, fine, we spotted your town a couple days ago, we were gonna take you guys as hostages to make them trade us for supplies.” 

“Oh so you’re raider scum.” 

“We’re survivors just like you, you ain’t better than us just because you live in your fancy, cosy town.” 

“If you wanted supplies, you could’ve just approached the walls, we help anyone that needs it. That’s why we’re better than you.” As you finish speaking Lacey burst through the door dragging an unconscious man by his foot, she brings him to be in line with the man before you and drops his foot. The rest of your team follow, bringing in three more guys between them. “Two of you go find stuff to tie them up with.” You look back at your group that were waiting eagerly for what you next had to say. There was no leader in patrol groups, but they were listening to you like you were. 

“How did you find us?” You turn your attention back to the men sat before you, the conscious ones each exchange looks. You slam your boot-clad foot into one of the men brought in by your team. 

“Look at me. How did you find us?” 

“People talk, pretty town like yours, shit like that makes the rounds.” One of them pipes up. He’s clutching his side, and you notice the blood seeping from between his fingers, you walk over to him so you’re towering over his hunched form. 

“What people?” 

“Met a girl and her friends, said they’re looking for a guy who lives there but they don’t know where it is, only that it's in Wyoming. They’re on their way too but we move faster than most, we just wanted supplies.” 

“Did she say the name of the guy she’s looking for?” 

“Nope.” Your face turns dark as you raise your gun to his head and shoot him in a split second, the thump of him hitting the floor coincides with Lacey and Raphael coming back into the room with all the stuff they found. They all look at you as though you have two heads. 

“He was bleeding out, would’ve been deadweight.” They nod and start getting to work tying the rest up. They go to tie their feet, but you stop them. “We’re taking them with us. Maria’s gonna want to interrogate them about this. I’m gonna radio Maria and tell her we’re bringing back hostages. The rest of you watch them, they move you shoot but not to kill, got it?” They all nod, and you walk to the next room along to contact Maria. 

“We’re heading back now, we’re at Mountain Valley, we got ambushed by raiders and we’re getting ready to transport them now, they’re talking about a group that are on their way to Jackson looking for someone, figured you’d want to talk to them. We had one casualty, Finn, he went quick.” Your voice trembles but you take a deep breath to hold it together. 

“Okay, well done, he shouldn’t have died but six is better than none, don’t beat yourself up, it’s not your fault.” Her bluntness had always been refreshing but now it was causing bile to rise up your body, you push the feeling down and concentrate on replying. 

“I’ll see you at the gates.” You can’t acknowledge what Maria said, it doesn’t feel right, so you focus on getting the raiders ready to take back to Jackson. You all load them onto your horses, tying them to the reins and then climb onto your horses also. Lucas volunteered to take Finn on his horse so his family could say goodbye and he could be buried in Jackson. You, Ben, Mick and Lacey each have a raider on your horse, so you climb on behind them and jam your guns into their backs as a warning. The ride back to Jackson went by in a flash and before you know it, you’re approaching the slowly opening gates of home. 

Ellie was standing at the gates of Jackson, when she walked, or limped, over there it was 4 PM, she knew she’d likely be waiting for some time, but she couldn’t sit at home waiting for you to come back any longer. She finally understood your reaction to her coming home late because you weren’t even due back yet and her anxiety was the worst it had ever been. She figured waiting at the gates would be better than waiting at home but as she approached the gates and saw Maria standing there as well as a large group of guards, she felt uneasy. The atmosphere was calm but foreboding and she couldn’t understand why there were so many guards just standing and waiting. She walked over to Maria who looked stunned even before she was faced with Ellie who she wasn’t expecting to be out of bed let alone at the gates.  

“Maria, what’s going on?” 

“They got ambushed by raiders, the scumbags got Finn, but they managed to take them as hostages, they’re due to be back soon.” 

“Why are they bringing them back?” 

“She didn’t say.” 

“You spoke to her?” 

“Yes Ellie, she’s fine.” Ellie felt her cheeks flush at Maria’s obvious awareness of the situation between the both of you, but the thought is wiped from her mind when she hears yells to open the gates. She moves as quickly as she can towards the crowd of people, mimicking your movements two weeks prior, shoving and pushing past people to get to the front. She watches as you ride in on Greg with a man hunched over in front of you, she makes no attempt to move, just watching the scene play out before her. 

Two guards walk over to you as you climb off Greg and reach up to cut his ties to the reins with your knife before yanking him down where he lands on the ground with a thud and an ear-piercing screech. “You bitch.” She hears him spit out and she can’t contain the small chuckle that leaves her lips when you kick him once on the arm he was already clutching. He writhes and cries and as he turns, she sees the white of his bone protruding from his arm. She’s watching intently as she surveys the damage done to him until she notices your eyes on her. 

You weren’t expecting Ellie to be at the gate, especially not since you were early but the sight of her standing there staring back at you releases all the tension in your body. You were home, with Ellie, everything would be okay. You go to start walking over to her but Maria steps in your way putting a hand on your shoulder. “I need to speak with you.” 

“Wait- Can I-” 

“Now. Let’s go.” She pulls you by your arm and as you catch a glimpse of Ellie over your shoulder you mouth ‘I’m sorry’ at her before letting Maria yank you away from the crowd. 

Ellie watched Maria dragging you away and her guard immediately went back up again as she subtly started to follow you both. You walk round a corner, out of sight, and she darts to the edge of the building that would shield her from yours and Maria’s sight as she focuses on trying to listen to your conversation while wincing from the sudden movement. 

“Not a word of this to anyone. Seriously, not Ellie, no one.” 

“Alright I got it. Are you worried?” 

“I haven’t decided yet.” 

“Who do you think they’re looking for?” 

“I don’t know, do you think they’re not letting on everything they know?” 

“Maybe, I’m not sure.” 

“Well we’ll find out won’t we.” Ellie panicked as she heard footsteps coming her way, she once again darts round the other corner of the building so she’s out of sight of whoever is about to walk past and as she watches Maria storm away she creeps back round the building until she’s met with you, standing staring at the floor as you bit at the skin around your nails. 

“Are you okay?” You jump but relax as you see it’s Ellie approaching you. 

“Yeah, hi, I’m okay.” She pulls you into a hug that neither of you feel ready to leave so she speaks into your shoulder. 

“What the fuck happened?” 

“Fucking raiders.” Your voice is muffled by her chest but she can understand you fine.  

“Sorry about Finn. You know it’s not your fault right?” 

“Yeah I know.” You were lying but it was easier to lie than have this conversation right now. 

“Why’d you bring them back?” 

“Thought Maria should decide what to do with them.” You both know you’re lying but she leaves it for the moment. 

“Come on, let’s go home.” 

“I actually had a better idea.” You pull away from her with a cheeky smirk as she cocks an eyebrow at your tone. 

You’re sat in a booth with Ellie at the Tipsy Bison nursing your fifth drink of the night, you had been there for an hour and a half. You recognise the first few notes of one of your favourite songs: ecstasy by the crooked stills, and you gasp before jumping up and standing in front of Ellie. “We have to dance to this.” 

“I’m good.” 

“That wasn’t a question.” You grab her hand and gently but firmly pull her up and onto the dancefloor with you. Despite her reluctance her hands immediately find their place at your waist, sqeezing a little, as you begin to sway to the slow song together. You arms that are round her neck pull her closer to you until your bodies are pressed together and your head is resting on her shoulder. 

Ellie feels her cheeks redden as she realises you two are in public and dancing together, so closely too, but as she looks up, she breathes a sigh of relief that no one’s eyes are on you both. It wasn’t that she wanted it to be a secret but she felt like she was under a magnifying glass whenever she was out and now was no different. She notices you shifting until your face is back in front of hers where she meets your lidded eyes. You’re drunk and she knows that so she had only had one drink to make sure she could watch you, she wanted to let you blow off some steam but the thought of being drunk like you were now unsettled her. Her eyes widen as you lean in but they shut as she relaxes into the kiss. You lick at her bottom lip and she opens her mouth so her tongue can collide with yours and the kiss deepens as you cock your head to the side slightly and push your body impossibly closer to hers. As you both pull away she looks at you with a giddy expression, she hated being the centre of attention but knowing that you just kissed her in front of everyone here makes her beam with pride, until she notices your eyes aren’t meeting hers, they’re fixed over her shoulder and your eyebrows were scrunched together in a cruel scowl. She glances over her shoulder and when she sees your parents standing there both red with scowls that matched yours she realised you kissing her in front of everyone had nothing to do with her. You were using her to piss off your parents and she felt more hurt than she had two weeks ago after the attack from the horde. 

“Are you fucking serious?” She pulls away from you leaving almost a foot of space between you both.  

“What?” You feign ignorance, she shakes her head and chuckles drly before storming away from you and out of the bar. 

“Ellie, wait up! What the fuck is your problem?” You slur as you chase after her, despite the limp she was moving impressively quickly. As you catch up to her she spins around with fire in her eyes. 

“YOU! You’re my fucking problem.” You stand completely taken back by her rage as she begins walking off again, the guilt consumes you in an instant as you begin trailing behind her, keeping your distance, knowing you had been caught. It wasn’t like you only kissed her because your parents were watching but that fact doesn’t make what you did any less awful. The walk was slow and long despite Ellie storming as fast as her injured body would take her and when she reaches the house and enters she slams the door behind her, right in your face. You enter cautiously and close the door behind you quietly as you see her stomping up the stairs. You flinch as you hear her bedroom door slam and prepare yourself for the worst as you turn the doorknob and shamefully slip through the door. “Get out.” 

“No, let me explain.” 

“Get out.” 

“No Ellie, just listen please.” She moves towards you at lightning speed and pushes you against the wall holding you there, she was rough but she wasn’t trying to hurt you. Her breathing was deep and fast as she stared you down with dark eyes. Neither of you spoke, you didn’t know what to say and all Ellie wanted to do was scream so you both stayed silent and frozen in your places. She takes in the sight of you hungrily as her mind is is contemplating her next move. Just looking at you makes her angry but as she takes in your appearance, something else takes over. 

She smashes her lips into yours so hard it almost hurt as your teeth clash together and her tongue prods at your lower lip. Her hand finds its place around your neck and squeezes until you gasp so she can invade your mouth with her tongue, her hand remains wrapped around your neck squeezing more gently this time as you moan into her mouth. She snaps away from you and pulls you away from the wall before pushing you down onto the bed face first, you go to flip over to face her but her knee over the arch of your back stops you. “That was fucked up.” 

“I know Ellie, I’m sorry.” 

“Shut up.” She grabs a handful of your ass and kneads at the flesh. You hadn’t seen this side of Ellie, even when you would bicker day in and out, she still seemed like Ellie. This wasn’t Ellie. You feel her knee leave your back but you don’t move, afraid that if you anger her more she’ll leave you pent up and frustrated. You just watch as she looks down at you taking in your body from this angle before hooking her hands round the waistband of your trousers and underwear, she meets your eyes and for a second you see your Ellie in there. “You wanna do this?” 

“Please.” 

“You’re gonna regret that.” She yanks everything down in one swoop leaving you completely bare from the waist down. She grabs your hips and yanks them up until you knees bend to support the new position. You feel vulnerable knowing she can see everything right now but you feel safe regardless as you watch her eye your heat with a lick of her lips.  

You gasp and jolt as you feel her rubbing two fingers up and down your slit gathering your slick and spreading it all around. Her free hand holds you in place with a bruising grip on your hip as she surveys your face to check you’re okay. She was so, so angry at you but the thought of hurting you almost made her stop for a second, she only didn’t because of the quiet whine that left your lips as you wiggled your hips at her slightly trying to signal what you need. 

“Ask for it or you’re not getting it.” You roll your eyes before sighing and accepting defeat on this one occasion knowing that if there was ever a time to not hit her with a snarky rebuttal, now was the time. 

“Please fuck me, Ellie.” Your words set something off inside her and she immediately plunged two of her long fingers inside you as the other hand left your hip to rub tight circles harshly on your throbbing clit. You groan at the sudden intrusion as you push back, your needy hole sucking her fingers in even deeper as you shudder. Her hands were bigger than yours so her fingers reached places you never had and the feeling had your eyes rolling back in your head. She curled her fingers to abuse your sweet spot as her assault on your core only quickened, your body was on fire as you trembled and moaned. “Oh fuck Ellie, please... keep going.” You can barely get the words out through bated breaths and a mixture of groans and moans as you clamp your eyes shut focusing on chasing your high that was racing at you like lightning. “I’m so close oh my god.” As quick as your release approached, it dwindled away as Ellie removed her fingers from you and flipped you over. 

She could barely feel the achey pain in her body as she stared down at the prickly expression on your face. You open your mouth to question her but before you can she slips her fingers that were shiny from your arousal into your mouth, making you gag as she pushes them in to the knuckles.  

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” She uses her hand in your mouth to manoeuvre your head into a nod that she can’t help but smile at. It was the first time you had seen her smile since you started dancing at the bar so the sight warmed you until her face dropped once again. With her free hand she yanked down her bottoms in the same fashion she did yours before climbing on top of one of your thighs to slot you both together at the hips. She brings the thigh she isn’t straddling to rest over her shoulder as she bites at your calf, you wince at the sting, but the pain is immediately replaced by pleasure as she begins to grind herself down onto you, hard and fast. Her face screws up as her eyes clamp shut ignoring the way yours were staring holes into her as she chased her high. Your moans became muffled to her as she uses you to get herself off. You’re seeing stars as her hips begin to stutter in their rhythm but once again, the feeling goes as quick as it came as she finishes with a guttural groan and stills her hips on yours.  

“No, no, no.” You whine to yourself as you throw your head back in frustration until you feel her climb off you and yank you up from the bed so you’re standing in front of her. She doesn’t wait before she spins you around and starts walking you backwards to the door. As you realise what she’s doing panic takes over and you wrap your arms around her in a death grip as you plead with her. “No, please Ellie. Come on, let’s talk. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She reaches the still open door from earlier and pushes you off her past the doorframe. She slams the door in your face before she can even see you stagger from the force of her push. 

You consider storming back in there but decide now wasn’t the time before dragging yourself to your room where you shut the door and immediately curl up on your bed as you pull the covers over yourself. You hug your knees tightly to your chest as the tears begin to fall. You had sex with Ellie, for the first time, and she kicked you out afterwards without a second thought. You weren’t angry, you understood why she did it, but it didn’t hurt any less. 

You fall asleep still hugging yourself tightly trying to pretend it’s Ellie’s who’s embracing you and that you aren’t alone right now. But you are. 

tags: @emiliabby @readbydayana @radioheadfan699

[kqutie]

GROUP EFFORT x SLEEPY MAMA

relations. : platonic avengers/single mother reader ; romantic pairing still undecided

sum. : you're exhausted and happily fall asleep with vinny but your son has other plans now that his favourite heroes were close by

tags. : single mother reader ; baby is inspired by Jack-Jack from ‘the incredibles’ ; fluff ; slight crack fic ; comfort fic ; baby!oc ; widowed reader ; baby has multiple powers ; domestic fluff ; avengers babysitting a super baby

length : 3.4k

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You explained your situation with Vinny as thoroughly as you could in your sleep-deprived state while he slept in your arms. Your STEM background habitually prompted you to provide your hypothesis on the matter, which Bruce and Tony perked up and shared a look at. Both appeared to immediately take a mental note of researching the incident with your husband later. The team vaguely remembered the event when it first happened and dominated the headlines. It was dubbed as a freak accident that happened too quickly to be stopped; they were gutted that even they couldn’t do something about it. Naturally, they had questions but were hesitant to inquire when you were noticeably slipping in and out of consciousness. 

Natasha furrows her brows in sympathy as she observes you and gradually moves her gaze down to Vinny. Despite your exhausted state, you force yourself to maintain your posture and continue safely cradling your son, prioritising his comfort over your own. She can only imagine the amount of stress you had undergone the last few days of having to take care of a son with rapidly expanding powers. ‘Just a normal person’ was what you called yourself, someone who was ‘incapable of properly caring’ for your son and his powers no matter how much you were willing to stick it out. In the end, you had to call it quits. She admired your resilience and maternal drive, all of them did and they were more than willing to help you. It was definitely a bizarre case but, rather than figure things out now, it was more important to ensure your and Vinny’s wellbeing.  

“How about we call it a night for now?” Steve suggests as you hand over the list you had written up, detailing the extent of Vinny’s acquired powers. It was an extensive list composed of several scraps of paper and sticky notes. The team's eyes collectively bulge at the sizable amount of notations. 

“Does he have super speed like me?” Pietro blurts out in excitement, eager to potentially have someone who can finally keep up with his speed. 

“I don’t know�� maybe it’ll manifest one day. The list only seems to keep growing,” you try to smile but you’re so tired it comes out as more of a grimance. 

“Stay the night,” Tony says with fixed conviction, “it’s gotten late and you came to us for help with the baby, right?” Pepper smiles beside him and nods in agreement. The couple stand side by side, already settled on the decision and it appears as though nobody else was going to contest it.  

“We have plenty of rooms available. I’ll be happy to take you and Vinny to one,” Pepper offers as Tony nods with his usual charming grin. Neither gives you the chance to object nor does the rest of the team—all are determined to lend you a helping hand. Looking at their kind expressions made you tear up. It was such a relief. You haven’t felt this supported since your late husband was alive.  

“Y-yes please,”

“It’s settled then, over to you Ms Potts,” Tony gives the curve of Pepper’s butt a small pat as he moves away, “I’ll get the staff to bring up a cot as soon as possible,” The team follow the couple’s lead and wish you a goodnight as Pepper begins leading you to the available bedrooms with Vinny still asleep in your arms. 

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The team remain in the living room discussing the current events. Pepper had informed them of which room you were sleeping in for the night when she came back, it was one of the bigger rooms considering they were organising a cot to be put in for Vinny, it also had an ensuite and small kitchenette for your convenience. 

The cot was taking a while to acquire and build due to the suddenness of the request but you assured her that having no cot wasn’t an ‘end of the world’ thing, you were more than happy to sleep with Vinny in the same bed. In fact, you had recently gotten into the habit so that you were easily alerted whenever Vinny spontaneously did something with his powers. However, Pepper doubts you would wake so easily in your sleep-deprived state; you fell asleep the instant your head hit the pillow. Thankfully, Vinny remains fast asleep beside you. 

“You think it was the gamma rays, Bruce?” Tony asks nonchalantly as he settles himself atop the sofa arm, snacking on chocolate-covered almonds. 

“It’s highly likely,” Bruce has been absorbed in research ever since you had left the room, typing away on his laptop. “Reports of the incident don’t flag up anything suspicious happening,” Tony raises a brow and there’s a knowing silence that fills the room momentarily, “...but we may just need to do some more digging,” Bruce was willing to continue his research but Tony insisted on the work day being over and the need for a good work-life balance. All Pepper’s influence. 

“We can continue the research tomorrow, Banner. Meeting a teleporting, multi-superpowered baby warrants some rest for the night, at least,” With a shake of his head, Bruce relents to Tony’s insistence and finally closes his laptop. Pepper looks at her fianceé proudly, Tony has come so far and has truly grown into the hero many admire him to be. His under-eyes are looking much healthier too. After his initial hesitation, Bruce and Tony join everyone else in the central living room again. 

“Will the baby and his mother be staying here for a long time?” Thor asks thoughtfully, leaning back into the sofa as Loki contemplates the question beside him. It makes sense for the mother and son duo to stay considering how unpredictable the child’s powers are. 

“It would be for the best,” Steve announces, receiving a nod of agreement from the majority. “The baby needs to be analysed so we can better help the mother and separating the two is entirely out of the question.”

“We’re not subjecting the child to any experiments though, right?” Bucky asks, a hardness coming over his expression and darkening his features. Everyone holds their breath and looks to Tony for answers. It was a collective look that pleaded opposition to the idea. In their line of work, experimentation on children was, unfortunately, a common occurrence and was something they actively pursued in putting an end to.   

“Surely not,” Natasha says lowly through gritted teeth. Everyone understood how important the topic was to her.

“‘Course, not.” Tony states matter-of-factly and shrugs, “There are ways of collecting data without having to partake in those old-school, traumatising experiments,” 

The Maximoff twins look at one another before Pietro suggests the obvious, “So… babysitting?” Tony shoots him with a pair of finger guns and cheerfully announces his victory. 

“I’m afraid no prize for you though—”

A giggle cuts through the room and everyone turns to the source immediately. Not again. 

Sat on the coffee table was Vinny, no longer asleep and having teleported into the living room once more. For a moment, nobody knows what to say or do until Vinny reaches his arms up, claps and giggles happily while staring up at Bucky, his little arms still raised. The supersoldier’s expression softens considerably at the child, his heart warmed by the infant’s glittering eyes and gummy smile. Giving a small wave and wiggling his fingers, Bucky is rewarded by another giggle before Vinny makes grabbing motions at him with his small, pudgy, baby hands. The gesture, however, makes him pause entirely. 

“That means he wants you to pick him up, Cyborg,” Sam laughs at his friend’s frozen state, it was hilarious to see someone who was usually so stoic and threatening become a headless chicken in front of a baby.

Slow and steady, Bucky reaches out and takes Vinny in his arms. The infant squeals in delight and kicks his legs when the soldier lifts him into the air before settling him on his lap to face the rest of the team. Vinny leans back against Bucky with a smug-looking grin as the brooding assassin sits rigidly behind him and whose large hands keep him in place by grasping his small torso on either side. It almost scares him how his fingertips touch when holding Vinny – the child is so tiny, so pudgy, soft, and fragile. Bucky’s face goes stock-still as does his limbs — he becomes indistinguishable from a stone statue. 

Pietro, Clint and Tony burst out laughing at the sight, pointing fingers at Bucky and making little Vinny grin in delight, their tangible joy is infectious to him. Even Sam is snickering from Bucky’s peripheral, no longer worried about getting hit upside the head since the supersoldier was otherwise preoccupied. Finding their laughter contagious too, Vinny joins in, oblivious to the glaring super soldier whose lap he was happily seated on. 

“He looks like a little prince in an oil painting sitting on a throne!” Pietro comments in between gasps of laughter. Tony snaps a picture and everyone slowly sees the vision Pietro had been calling out. It was comical. Clint was desperately gasping for breath as Loki snickered under his breath and Thor agreed to the ‘little prince’ observation.

“That child makes for an excellent prince!”

“But a throne? More like a stone statue,” Sam snorts as Steve struggles to keep a straight face. 

“Not. Funny.” Bucky growls lowly, paying no mind to the way the child in his lap plays with his fingers, unsuccessfully trying to pry his grip off his torso whilst babbling incoherent words. 

“You having fun, little guy?” Steve asks, leaning down to meet eyes with Vinny who responds happily, although in his nonsensical baby language. “I see, I’m glad,” Vinny prattles on again and holds a conversation with the soft-eyed, gently smiling captain for a good two minutes as the rest of the team looks fondly at the scene. 

Moments like this were what life was about. 

Evenings with the entire team were an eagerly anticipated activity, however, to have such a precious child join in on the event was a welcome occurrence. It felt like a family coming together to indulge in each other’s warm company. It was calm and mundane but it was what everyone craves atop the tumultuous life they lead. 

“What did the child say?” Thor’s booming voice cuts through the conversation and Steve turns to find him with a wide smile, eagerly anticipating an answer. 

With a roll of his eyes and a tsk, Loki answers before Steve can utter a word of explanation, “The captain doesn’t actually understand the child, he’s just entertaining it,”

“It’s ‘he’, not ‘it’, Loki,” Wanda corrects but is ignored by the god. 

“But they were conversing rather fluently just then,” Thor insists. Sometimes the group wonders if the Thunder God liked to play dumb just to annoy his younger sibling.  

“It doesn’t matter, the captain was speaking properly whilst the child wasn’t speaking any coherent language,” The two continue to bicker the way siblings do, as usual, while everyone else turns back to Vinny. The child, however, keeps his gaze locked on the two gods, his round, doe eyes transfixed on them with a blank expression before he suddenly smiles and squeals. 

“Ahh-yah!” the room suddenly shakes, as if a minor earthquake had occurred and the gods finally stop bickering. Everyone’s attention was on Vinny again. Wide-eyed, Bruce scours through the list of powers you handed over earlier and tries to find some sort of explanation. 

“What the hell was that?” Tony breathes in disbelief and turns to his lab partner, “Banner?”

“I think it’s the ‘loud sound (crying, cheering, laughing) = earthquake’,” 

“Echokinesis…” the two scientists conclude at the same time.

Tony slowly swipes his hands down his face, “This kid is gonna be a handful,” everyone stares, wide-eyed at the giggling child still sitting on Bucky’s lap. Vinny gurgles happily at the attention before assuming the stares are to commence one of his favourite games. Bringing his small, chubby hands up to his face, Vinny covers his eyes, cooing softly before revealing his eyes with a ‘dah!’. His proud grin is more gums than teeth but he’s just happy to play one of his favourite games ever. 

The adorable display makes the team smile, easily forgetting the earlier incident of uncontrolled power displayed by the innocent babe. Vinny continues playing peek-a-boo with everyone, who gradually joins in, Wanda being the most enthusiastic as she softly sings ‘peek-a-boo’ to the baby opposite her. Vinny had joined the light singing as well but with muddled coos instead. All is well and nerves have just begun to settle as Vinny covers his eyes for about the umpteenth time, elongating the innocent game. However, the team doesn’t mind as long as the baby is entertained and not crying.  

“Peek…a…boo!” Wanda sings once more but, this time, when Vinny reveals his eyes from under his small baby hands, two tunnels of bright green light shoot forward and everyone on the other side of the room ducks for cover. The parallel laser beams reached as far as the opposite wall and almost tore straight through it. As Vinny’s merry giggles fill the air, everyone slowly regains their composure and stares in disbelief at the destroyed couch. 

“The kid has fucking laser eyes too?!” Clint exclaims in disbelief, slack-jawed at the destructive evidence of Vinny’s power. 

“Language,” Steve promptly reprimands despite his own astonishment at the child’s display while Bucky had promptly covered Vinny’s tiny ears with his hands. Loki laughs joyfully, looking at your babbling baby boy with glittering amusement. 

“What an incredibly gifted child,” Loki praises with a smirk, his hair tousled by the scuffle but he pays it no mind.

It was then that Vinny reached his little arms up to Natasha, babbling happily before changing his mind and turning to Tony, only to change his mind again and make grabby hands at Thor. Everyone watches as the infant conflicts with himself, not knowing who he wants to be held by more before he falls forward and tumbles out of Bucky’s arms, or rather a duplicate of him does. In fact, a swarm of baby Vinnys fall off Bucky’s lap and begin shakily waddling over to a different avenger each.   

“Oh my…” Natasha gasps, cuddling a happily cooing Vinny to her chest — a duplicate one, at least. Looking around, every Avenger was made to cradle a duplicate baby as they tried to contain their shock and amazement. “This is crazy…”

“Wh-what do we do?” Pietro asks no one in particular as Wanda tries not to fawn over the baby Vinny in her arms.  

“Just make sure he doesn’t start crying or they’ll all start crying and the tower will end up collapsing on everyone because of their echo-kiss-thing,” Sam advises, panic swimming in his eyes as he remembers the shrieks of his baby nephews and how they had the power to make all nearby adults cry with them too. 

“N-now we don’t necessarily know if the baby can use more than one power at once or if his duplicates can perform powers atop the duplication. But I think it’s safe to say that that’s not the case–” Bruce cuts himself off as the baby in his arms coos, mesmerised by his moving jaw and reaches up a tiny hand to touch the scientist’s face. The duplicate Vinny in his arms begins babbling as if Bruce had been talking to him the entire time and they were pleasantly conversing. Charmed by the display, Bruce smiled softly and cooed at the infant in his arms — there was just something about babies that brought joy and peace to a person, he wanted to savour that feeling as much as possible.   

“Are you sure about that?” Clint asks and raises his Vinny, who had started dribbling and blowing bubbles with his spit. The bubbles should have easily disappeared but they began to float around and soon enough all the duplicate Vinny babies were blowing bubbles with their saliva. 

“I don’t know if that’s disgusting or adorable…” Tony comments, staring in mild awe and disgust at the display whilst bouncing the giggling baby in his arms. Pepper walks up beside him with an equally disturbed but awestruck expression. 

“How can they float like that?”

“You want to pop it, little human?” Thor chuckles as the Vinny in his arms reaches for the floating bubbles. Wanting to keep the child entertained, Thor obliges and pops a bubble for him only to yelp at the sudden electric shock he was subjected to. To a god of thunder, that felt like an insect bite, however, that would not be the case for his teammates. “Be careful my friends! This child was able to encase electricity within these innocent bubbles!” 

“Oh god! What are you?!” Sam asks in disbelief at the baby in his lap. Vinny simply giggles behind his small hands – he looks like the perfect picture of innocence but the team of heroes know better. 

Tony hands Pietro a wooden coaster from the coffee table to quickly pop all the bubbles with so that they don’t injure someone. The speedster nods but hands him his duplicate Vinny before zipping off to do the task. It didn’t take longer than five seconds to complete for Pietro and everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief. 

“This is gonna be…interesting…” Tony observes with some hesitance as Bruce snorts a laugh and gives him a raised-brow look. 

“I could’ve told you that, Tony,” Sam chuckles. 

“But we can still help Vinny and his mother, correct?” Steve asks, feeling his heart clench as the baby in his arms cuddles into him with a suppressed yawn. The supersoldier watched, mesmerised, as the child slowly blinks and gradually fell asleep while sucking on his little thumb. 

“Of course!” Wanda declares and looks at Tony, “Even if it’s going to be difficult, we can’t just turn them away,” 

“I never said we were going to turn them away,” Tony smiles and relaxes his shoulders when the duplicates disappear in a small puff of smoke, revealing that Steve had the real Vinny. “They’re free to stay as long as they need,” the team smiled in relief at the assurance. They weren’t going to admit it aloud but they had already grown an attachment to the son and mother pair. It would be a good change of pace to have the two around the tower. 

“Splendid! I like the child very much already! And the mother is lovely, herself,” Thor speaks for everyone in the room, lowering his voice for the sake of Vinny who Steve had cradled to his chest and was gently rocking, “She seems very kind and loving, much like our mother, right, Loki?” the blonde god happily slings his arm over his younger brother’s shoulders and brings him close. 

“I suppose so,” Loki agrees with a scowl and stubbornly shrugs off his brother’s arm, who laughs goodnaturedly at the gesture.

“What about Nick?” Natasha asks, making everyone tense up but it was a subject that couldn’t be avoided. 

“I don’t think Nick is heartless enough to separate a mother and child or subject the little one to anything traumatic,” Steve was confident in that, “but if he shows otherwise, we’re putting a stop to it immediately,” Everyone nods and Pepper volunteers to call the S.H.I.E.L.D director about the situation. 

“It’s late,” Tony excuses and chuffs at the look Pepper sends him, “and, even though he’ll be ready at any time of the day. It’s best to start this tomorrow. The baby’s asleep anyway,”

Everyone notes the peace that had befallen the room. Everything was quiet except for the slumbering child’s soft breaths and their hushed voices discussing the topic. Looking at the clock, time had already passed so quickly.  

“This little one was such a handful,” Wanda comments, “no wonder his poor mother looked so…” she chooses her words carefully, “troubled,”

“I would have given up and collapsed already,” Clint confessed with a good-humoured snicker, “she must be a super mom to have taken care of a super baby all by herself for longer than a day,” hums and nods of agreement were shared throughout the room. The feat you accomplished was beyond their comprehension. Even though they were experienced in handling unusual, potentially dangerous events like this, they had struggled quite a bit from only one evening with Vinny. But you were one person without any special abilities or experience, and yet, you had lasted longer than they did. 

“A mother’s love is otherworldly,”  Thor concludes and, again, everyone hums and nods in agreement. 

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a/n : sorry this took so long my loves! this was very vinny and avengers centric also but mother dear deserves the rest, i hope everyone is enjoying the series so far. i will soon be opening up requests for this series to see what you lovelies want to see happen and the chapters will be based on those requests -- eventually anyone can read this series in any order they want!

[ash5monster01]

feeling down rn after seeing my best friend from middle school hanging out with other two girls i personally knew from college so maybe a fic where charlie realizes that he and his childhood friend are slowly drifting apart? (idk if u ever received a req like this so i apologize if u did ash)

Not The Same

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, minor language, mentions of teasing, slight jealousy, heavy attraction

Summary: When Charlie returns home after being expelled he has no hope left for anything in life, that is until he spots you outside his window.

word count: 1k

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It was a weird thing. This sinking feeling in Charlie’s gut when he sees you across the street. Laughing at something two boys said with your books clutched tightly to your chest. It had been a long time since you laughed at anything he said like that. It was weird because he had once felt burdened by you. Two neighbor kids forced together and yeah, you were his best friend, but not by choice. So why was he suddenly jealous that you were not as close to him anymore but seemingly close with two other boys.

He really had no right, drifting from you the moment he started going to Welton. The friendship growing further and further apart. Now he only saw you briefly in the summer. Passing waves and stolen glances. Maybe a family barbecue or two. Now he knew nothing about you and that fact hit him like a ton of bricks. Especially now that he was home for an undecided amount of time. Taken away from all his friends just to realize he didn’t have anymore here either.

It shouldn't of hit him as hard as it did, he had planned to wallow in self pity, stay locked away tightly in his room. Instead he was attached to his bedroom window, eyes constantly searching for even just a glimpse of you. With how lonley he felt, it was the only thing he found comfort in, a warmth in your smile. Memories flashing of all the times he had teased you until you wailed for him to stop. All those years of finding you annoying but not understanding why he always wanted to be with you.

Suddenly when the two boys begin to walk away, Charlie leaps from his spot and barrels down the town house stairs. He’s not sure why, especially when he rushes through the door into the frigid cold without a jacket. You don’t even see him when he shuffles towards you still in his house shoes. It isn’t until he calls your name in a desperate plea do you turn to face him. Your face is tinted red from the chill or the aftermath of a blush from the two boys. Either way Charlie wonders if you have always been this beautiful.

“Charlie Dalton, what are you doing here?” you can’t help but ask, books pressed tightly to your chest and fingers tucked delicately into some mittens your mother had knit.

“Home for the holidays” he rushes out quickly, feeling a bit like a fool and embarrassed admitting he was kicked out of school. You snort at the boy, a soft shake of your head as you look at him.

“Isn’t it a bit early for that?” you ask, knowing more about the boy than you seemed to recall. Charlie had always been an after thought, especially when he went to Welton. Now standing in front of you was a handsome man with a boyish grin. It takes everything in you to remember if he was this handsome last summer.

“Finished my exams early” Charlie shrugs which is untrue but the ease he feels in his heart even talking to you stops him from being honest. It’s the first time he’s ever wished he hadn’t drifted away from you.

“Well it’s good to see you. Get inside before you freeze” you nod your head towards the house beside your own but Charlie isn’t cold. In fact this was the warmest he had felt since the night he had found out about Neil.

“Can we hang out?” he asks, voice hopeful and somewhat pleading. He would rather stand here and freeze if it meant being close to you again.

“Charlie we haven’t hung out since we were ten” you chuckle, amused and trying to understand the sudden proximity to the boy. What you couldn’t describe was the urge to say yes and hang out with him too.

“Eleven actually” and you roll your eyes at the relentless boy who hasn’t changed since you were kids. The same old Charlie, just grown.

“Either way you hated hanging out with me. You ripped the heads off my dolls and shoved me in the dirt any chance you got” you tell him and Charlie blushes because he knows it’s all true. Yet now he also knew it was the only way he was able to process his feelings towards you when he was a young and immature boy.

“Who’s to say I still will? I doubt you have any dolls now and I haven’t shoved you yet. There’s a perfectly good snow bank right here begging for it” Charlie points to the pile of freshly plowed snow against the sidewalk and you can’t help the belly laugh that leaves you.

“You haven’t changed at all” you say more as a statement and Charlie’s eyes bore into you as he waits for an answer to his hanging question.

“So about hanging out?” he tries again and you shake your head, a wide smile across your face as you look at the boy you once praised God for getting rid of. Yet now he stands in front of you a man, different from the boy you once drifted away from and wondered why it made you so sad.

“Sure, we can hangout, but the second you pull my hair or call me a mean name I’m leaving” and Charlie breaks out into a full on grin before holding a hand out to you.

“Deal” he says and you chuckle before putting your mitten covered hand into his own. The second you touch you can’t deny the butterflies that erupt in your stomach. When it dawns on you that it hadn’t even been skin on skin contact you realize you’re in deep shit. No longer prone to the charms of Charlie Dalton. Very close to crossing the line of having feelings for the annoyingly cocky boy. So you shouldn’t say it, but you do anyway.

“Deal”

[cattlemons]

When The Tide Returns Lost Memories

| Wriothesley awakens in a foreign land with fragmented memories and a desperate need to return to someone he can't quite remember.

TW: Memory loss, unspecified violence, not proofread, 4k words of hurt and comfort

a.n. saw this post by @cyb-rdva about this fic idea. I just got a buzz and felt like writing it! I don't really know how permissions work on here but I hope I did it justice!

Wriothesley’s eyes find the crippling light as he squints away the last remaining darkness, pushing it to the back of his mind once more. Finally feeling himself take a breath, he hears himself grunt awake; much like a machine starting up after months of disuse. Creaking and clanking to a sitting position, he feels the cracks of his bones and the bruises of his injuries sting him.

Where am I?

Disoriented beyond belief, he let his eyes collect a view of his surroundings. The gears of his brain churned and turned but, to no avail, he’s completely lost on where he is. Panic seized him as his parched throat let out a hoarse yell– he doesn’t know who exactly he was trying to reach out to but, dear archons, let them be nice.

The door opened just as he finally found enough strength to stand. Training his eyes onto the green-headed figure by the door, his focus was sharp despite the delirium he had experienced not long ago; the tendons of his feet ready to leap like a coiled spring waiting for the undoing. 

The green-haired man placed his two palms out, ducking ever so slightly to make himself look as small and harmless as possible. Wriothesley assessed the situation with the sense of a trained warrior, looking the man up and down before releasing his tightly clenched fists, letting the white fade to a warm red. 

Wait a second!

Wriothesley pounced at the tall man and knocked him over to the ground, the thud of their fall resounding throughout the room. His knuckles which are covered with hidden bruises and healed cuts saw the light of day after a long time being hidden. Choking the man, Wriothesley sneered and gruffed, “Where’s my gauntlet, NOW! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?”

The man flailed helplessly beneath him as he clawed at his bound neck, searching for escape. Before anything else could unfold, both men were pulled apart; the lanky man by a man in Liyuean garment and Wriothesley by a purple child.

What the fuck is going on?? SHIT, WHERE IS SHE? I NEED TO FIND HER! I NEED TO TELL HER...!

Huh? Who? Tell her what?

The child made some sort of listless remark but Wriothesley was not aware of what she said. His ears rang deafeningly as his vision wavered. His consciousness was escaping him and his panic and fight whittled down and numbed itself, leaving a sense of nothing in its wake. He can’t help but mourn if this is to be his last moment of living. What kind of defeat was this? Surely, he deserved a better battle to die on. 

His mind winds down slowly, unfinished strings of thoughts urging him along from what topic to the next before gently placing him right on the edge of consciousness. Dreary and barely awake, he wonders if anyone can hear his last words and wishes. If he could, he would’ve chuckled dryly, even now on his deathbed (or rather death-floor) he is still nothing but an orphaned boy with no one to mourn for him. Dust returns to dust, he supposes.

As he feels his eyes wane to a close, the only thing on his mind is a name with a face left unplaced and undecided, oh how he loved her.

WAIT! WHO? HOLD ON!

He was out cold, now. 

—

The second time he awoke, Wriothesley was ready for a fight. Whatever foul play, or trickery used on him that first time, won’t get him twice. Raring to go, Wriothesley opened his eyes wide and ready to jump into a fighting stance, only to be stopped by a pair of cuffs chaining him to the bed.

Something! He needs to find SOMETHING?!

Controlling his uneven breaths, he forced and willed the adrenaline pumping in his veins to subside; there’s no use for it if he’s bound and alone, anyway. For now, he chose to focus on locating where he was and (more importantly) where his gauntlets were. Sure, the normal man can’t hope to survive a fight against him but something within him is anxious to be away from it. He almost feels physically ill without it. 

Damned wrist decorator causing me separation anxiety. Just like a damned dog.

At the sound of a creak, he snapped his neck towards the open door. Behind the heavy timber, stood the green-haired man he has yet to learn the name of (but rest assured if he’s come for a round two, Wriothesley is ready to choke him; this time to sleep). Fortunately for everyone in the vicinity, the man had no ill will. With the patience of a saint, the man stepped into the room, carrying with him a bruised neck and a handful of medication supplies. 

Setting his things down on a table, he watched Wriothesley with calm eyes. The same cannot be said for Wriothesley whose sharp steel irises were pointed at him. Muscles rippling in tandem, Wriothesley pulled at the cuffs that kept him in place. Truth be told, the steel keeping him bound to the bed may just snap in a few more strong pulls had the child from “yesterday” not stepped in, this time clearly brandishing a syringe swirling with translucent liquid. 

That shut him up quickly. 

Relatively calm now (and sedated), the thin man slowly inched closer to Wriothesley, pushing back his glasses from his nose while at it. With a slightly quicker heart pace, he explained in a rushed tone, “I am Baizhu, a local physician of Liyue and owner of The Bubu Pharmacy. We’re located in Liyue Harbor. We found you unconscious outside our pharmacy so we decided to take you in.”

This “Baizhu” figure looked to his side at the small purple child as if to see whether or not he’d forgotten something. The two seem to be close because without missing a beat, the child showed him a page of her book. This seemed to jog the man’s memory as he continued, “Ah, yes. Your weapons and, ahem, gauntlets are in our safekeeping. They were badly damaged so we were worried the bones hidden underneath weren’t fairing all too well, either, please don’t misunderstand.”

Taking his words in, Wriothesley felt a slight bit of guilt for almost beating the guy up. The man, however, doesn’t seem to be waiting for an apology, rather, his eyes gleamed in a sort of curiosity. Wriothesley supposes he would be the same way if the situation had been flipped and this Baizhu man showed up half-dead at the doors of Meropide.

Wait, Meropide! Shit, MEROPIDE!

“Sir, how long have I been here?! Please, answer me!”

Baizhu’s eyebrows scrunched in slight perplexity and hesitation, he wasn’t too keen on agitating the man again. 

“Well, we found you on the sixth and today’s the nineteenth, so, about two weeks. Yes,” he answered, stepping away, in case the mild sedation was, indeed, too mild a dose. 

Shit! That’s way too long for me to be away! I won’t be surprised if the place is in shambles by now. Fuck, I need to get back! I NEED TO GET BACK! IS SHE OKAY? I NEED TO APOLOGIZE!

To whom?

Fighting against the effects of the syringe, Wriothesley tensed his forearms and willed them to move. Against his better judgment, Baizhu saw this and went to undo the locks of his cuffs. He supposes, that if he’s going to break through the chains, might as well take it off him to prevent any further injury. 

“Though I am uncuffing you, sir, I suggest you take it easy in the meantime. You have a long list of blunt traumas all over you and from the looks of it, your memory isn’t too intact. I don’t know what happened to you or where you want to rush off to with your weapons but I would be an unfit physician if I allowed you to go anywhere outside my supervision for the time being. At least, let me help you remember so I can send you off with a clear mind on your shoulders.”

“Please, just calm down, when I release you, alright… there...”

Arms now freed, Wriothesley calmed down significantly; somewhere in his mind, he felt safer knowing he could beat someone to a pulp if need be. Finally feeling safe enough to be civil, he decided he’d stay long enough to get some answers and his weapon and memory back. Wriothesley knew it’d be best to stay. He can’t be so sure he’ll find a physician who knows enough of their field of study to claim they can help bring back his foggy memories. That said, he won’t be wasting any time. 

“Mr. Baizhu, please tell me what you know about my… umm… predicament. I don’t quite enjoy being puzzled this way. Also, the gauntlets, I want them back,” he said, before quickly pasting a ‘please’ behind his sentence. 

Yes, she always liked it better when I’m civil; like a proper duke. She?

Wriothesley wasn’t sure what was going on with him at the moment. Everything’s in disarray and he can’t help but want to rip the tufts of gray out of his head. Nothing is making sense to him. The memories and facts that should be concretely sealed within the wrinkles of his brain are now fluttering in front of him. Try as he may, they flit just out of his reach. He only hopes his memories come back to him quickly so he can somehow get back to wherever he needs to be to get to whoever she is to do whatever it is he needs to do.

This is truly shit.

—

Meanwhile, you were running up and down the underground prison and makeshift factory to make sure it, ironically, stayed afloat. In all honesty, all you wanted to do was cry and wail at your husband’s disappearance. Yes, disappearance. Though you’ve heard many relegate their condolences to you, you accepted none of it. You were sure he was alive somewhere out there; he just needed to come back home. 

Some may say it’s denial but acceptance simply wasn’t the answer right now. Not when the livelihood of thousands of people rely on your emotional stability to ensure proper functions of this prison they call home. Meropide is counting on you to keep yourself together so acceptance truly isn’t needed right now; not when acceptance would mean falling to your knees as you plan funeral arrangements. No, as long as hope is free, the man you call your husband is alive.

Today’s to-do list is a mile and a half long but it all needs doing so that’s exactly what you’re going to spend your time and elbow grease on. You started your day at the break of dawn when the waters were still moving in compliance with the moon’s pull. The dull thud of the waves against the steel prison walls keeps you grounded as you check off your lover’s duties one by one. Noon soon takes hold as the water calms down relatively, now giving way to the clanks of machinery. The resounding clicks and clacks of tools and shoes signify that all was still in order. Night finally came and the mile-long list has been taken care of, well mostly. Last but not least, you’ll have to surface and meet with someone very important. 

After throwing on whatever clean and acceptable outfit you find within your closet in the duke’s Meropide residence, you are off to Poisson to meet with Navia. You sure hope she’s found something useful. 

At moments like this, you’re grateful for your long-standing friendship with the ever-kind and well-connected President of The Spina di Rosula. Navia has been spearheading the search for your husband for the past few weeks. She turned the whole of Fontaine upside down last week but it yielded no results. Though Spina di Rosula is an organization built to help with Fontanian problems, you’re glad she spared no effort to search beyond the borders of Fontaine for you.

“I just don’t know where he could have gone, Navia. One minute we fought and before you know it the clock strikes midnight and it’s the second day he’s gone,” you let out as your chest starts heaving, a poor effort to hold back the sorrow and fear you felt. 

“Navia, I can’t let that be the last interaction we have, I just… I can’t live not knowing if he’s done with me or, worse, if something bad happened to him. I just want to know he’s alright and then, if he so wishes, we can part ways.”

Navia pats your back gently as your breathing grows heavier, “I don’t know the duke all that much but I know enough to say that he’s mad for you. He’d kill for you just as quickly as he’d die for you, my dear. Give him credit that he’ll return, if only to see and make amends with you, hmm?”

Your throat is raw from keeping the dam of your rising emotions from spilling. You turned to your sole companion in all this, “Are you sure, we’ll find him, Navia?”

“All the signs we’ve found so far indicate him being alive. As long as that duke of yours is on Teyvat, we’ll find him, my dear partner, I am sure of it,” she cheered softly, conviction intertwined with a strong dose of compassion. 

With that, tears soak your face as you cry softly. Your shoulders shook as rivulets of sorrow trickle past your lashes onto your cheeks. You couldn’t possibly let them out in Meropide so you let them out here. Within the confines of the four walls of Poisson, you let your walls crumble if only for a bit. 

You hope he comes back to you soon. You don’t know what you’d do without him. 

— 

“Do you recall anything at all before your waking,” Baizhu asked Wriothesley for the umpteenth time since his wake from the sedation-induced stupor. 

The two figures, Wriothesley and Baizhu, were sitting outside the pharmacy doing a routine inspection. For the past week, Wriothesley has been fairly cooperative in working with Baizhu to further his recuperation; if only to get his gauntlet back and return quicker to Meropide and to the missing woman his heart claims to love so much.

Wriothesley still has no clue as to what his sense of urgency is based on. Of course, the meropide needs him but in the event of his absence, he’s set aside some protocols and second-in-commands that can take up the mantle for a bit before his return. This is something he recalled a few days ago and it’s helped him ease up and stay put for the time being. The exercises Baizhu has given him are certainly giving promising results on jogging his memory back but, much to his dismay, none about the mystery woman. It’s eating his heart up like a worm on an apple, plaguing his heart and making him feel rotten for forgetting her. 

Who are you, damn it.

Damn, even cursing at her feels wrong. 

Alright, let him fix that-

FIX… FIX!

Just like that, the memories of the weeks prior come crashing onto him like the waves of the midnight tides. All that he’s been through, getting knocked out, the fight, everything filters through his mind like an hourglass finally filling up. Despite all of those moments being mostly shit, he’s overjoyed of remembering what he thought he lost, of remembering you.

By Archons, it’s you!

“Baizhu! That’s it! I need to see her, I need to see my girl! Oh, for the life of me, Baizhu, I need to apologize to MY GIRL,” Wriothesley yelled, joyous. 

He does not recall ever being so excited to apologize but he’d be damned if anything wipes the smile off of his face. How can he not? Imagine falling in love all over again with the woman that’s captured your very being. Imagine seeing her in the fresh light of a stranger only wishing to be within her gravity then realizing you were the moon pulling her tides of love all along. Imagine, oh archons, that can fucking wait. 

He’s leaving now!

Baizhu smiles at the breakthrough, both of his patient’s memory and of a new memory recovery technique. Calling for Qiqi, Baizhu asks her to get the man’s big boy hands because, yes, we’re finally letting him go home. No, without the sedation. 

—

On the ferry ride back, the duke sat painfully still as he stared at the gauntlets that he now wore. The gauntlets that symbolizes his power in Meropide, the ones you've basically created with him now that he remembers your significance in his life. No wonder he can't bear to part with it.

Suddenly, the vast blue separating Liyue and Fontaine seems not enough time now that his thoughts finally catch up to him.

Of course, he was beyond ecstatic to see the love of his life again but thinking back to how he left things off… he shudders at the thought. He’s downright shit for leaving this mess for you to shoulder on your own, not to mention, the fight that went down before he disappeared. 

If the roles were reversed, he doesn't know if he’ll ever function properly again. He left you after saying some nasty things and did not return. Not even after two weeks, in fact, it took him three. He wonders if you’re mad at him still or if you’ve fully given up on him. He wonders if you think he left you for good on his own accord. He hopes your heart hasn’t been damaged beyond repair. He knows he’ll do a lot worse to himself if it is. 

He just hopes you haven’t completely locked him out of your heart forever because if you haven’t fully closed the doors on him, if he even sees a sliver of forgiveness in your eyes, he’ll lay his everything down in hopes of winning you back.

Wait for me, please, my love.

—

The ocean’s gentle rhythm is the only lullaby strong enough to lure your restless heart and mind to sleep. You can’t imagine being able to rest if you were anywhere else. At least not after the stagnation of your search for your husband. It would’ve been one thing if it were slow progress but there’s nothing else to be found now. Last you heard, there were sightings of a seemingly Fontanian man in Liyue but before anyone could get ahold of him, he disappeared again. You suppose it makes full sense that a man with his extensive knowledge of the underground world and wide connections would slip away easily, after all this is well within his expertise. That’s what you chose to believe, anyway.

The murmurs of the sea continue drumming constant beats as your eyes flutter shut. You hope that this time they bring you to a distant land where all is well; where your husband is still beside you and he still looks at you like you hung the stars just for him. 

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, heavy clunking and ruckus were heard outside by the registrar of the Meropide. Soon, a crowd began to form as doors were opened and gates were unlocked, in came the man of the hour. 

The duke is back.

—

Doors were flung open as the duke marched in, passing by the stunned prisoners of the Meropide. There were rumors abuzz that the duke had fled, of course, his sentence was served to fulfillment so, technically, he did not flee. The spicy part of this scandal was that his wife was left stranded and alone to deal with the mess he’s left. Truth be told, this wasn’t so far from the truth in Wriothesley’s heart. 

Opening the massive steel doors to his residence, Wriothesley whispered prayers. With every step he climbed, he murmured a small prayer and promise of devotion to whichever Celestia deity would grant him your patience and forgiveness. Perhaps, however, he should’ve been whispering his promises of devotion to you instead. 

Like seeing a mirage in a barren desert of swirling guilt and longing, you lay there asleep but so very beautiful. The rise and fall of your chest fills him with ease as the scent of your perfume grows stronger with each step he takes toward you. His eyes begin to water as his feet grow heavy, it seems his heart grew to immense proportions just at seeing you within touching distance. 

He reaches your side and kneels to be at level with your sleeping face. He studies you, slowly memorizing all the things he wishes to never forget. He engraves into his mind, the dips of your cupid’s bow and the flick at the end of your nose. He etches into the crevices of his brain the way your eyelashes flutter just so slightly at whatever it is you sense. Finally, he allows himself to fully sink into your hypnotic gaze as your eyelids lift ever so slightly to reveal his favorite colors. He wishes to have those exact shades enshroud him forever.

The moment you open your eyes, you can’t help but smile, though you remain unmoving. 

How lovely! They did bring you good dreams. 

“My… after so long of not seeing you, I must’ve forgotten how many scars you have,” you giggled lightly as your eyes counted his scars one by one, hoping to update your foggy memory.

You smile as you continue, “two new ones over your left eyebrow and one down your neck. Even in my dreams, you’re still as rugged as ever. I guess it’s my fault for falling in love with a man so magnetized by fights. I love you that way, though. Don’t change.”

Wriothesley could only sit in pious silence as he followed your gaze, he never wanted to part from it.

“My love, why don’t you take me to where you are? I never want to wake up if this is what sleeping is like. I don’t mind remembering new scars that never happened if only to stay with you like this,” you whispered lowly as your hands went out to reach for his cheeks. 

It’s impulsive and you knew the moment his form revealed its corporeal quality, he’d fade away from even your dreams and you’d be left alone again but you just… you just had to. He compels you in a way that no one ever has and ever could. Even if only in this second, you wish to believe he’s just within reach. 

Just like you remember him to be.

Wriothesley closed his eyes as he awaited your warmth. He can’t possibly move an inch or say a word when the atmosphere is filled and doused with your affection and love. He just can’t. If anything, he leans in almost antsy with anticipation. 

But your touch never came. 

Wriothesley opens his eyes to see tears falling down your face and your hands just a hair's breadth away from his cheeks. The droplets stained the carpet beneath him along with his heart.

Breaking piece by piece, his heart shatters as more tears fall from the corner of your eyes; even more when you begin to speak.

“Wriothesley, if I don’t touch you, will you stay? Even as a memory, will you continue to be mine? Or will my mind take that away from me too?”

His heart sank as he watched his love break before him. Not standing for this anymore, he pulled your face closer to his and sealed your lips onto his, claiming this moment as real. 

You cried into the kiss letting every single feeling and emotion you’ve pent up run free. Wriothesley pulled you into him and held you as close as he physically could. He wants to absorb every piece of you into his heart to make sure he never has to part from you ever again. He’s selfish and he keeps ahold of you even after your lips part from his. 

He kisses every inch of your skin to make sure you know he’s here, to make sure he knows you’re here.

Pure, unadulterated love encapsulates his mind as he holds you close, afraid he might lose you again if he lets go. 

As the minutes faded into hours, Wriothesley murmured into your ears the undying poetry of his love for you, unyielding and true. Even if you don’t believe him right now, that’s alright. He’ll keep reminding you of it.

Every second of every minute.

Every minute of every hour.

And every hour of every damned day.

All until you remember it. 

a.n. This is a long one and I just kinda word vomit onto my laptop for a few hours and then bam it's right there. Please be gentle, I don't think I was all that awake for this banger!

Hope it's a good read!

[chynandri]

I’ve got so much on my mind! Eva/Neil stuff To the moon beach episode spoilers

While I’ve always liked the Eva/Neil ship I have seen it as more one sided, or maybe just UNdecided. Neil I think it got increasingly obvious that he liked her, but it was hard to tell with Eva. I think in this game she definitely showed Interest in him. peeking at his shirtlessness and whatever’s in his pants at the pool lmao. plus wanting to believe the real Neil would want to protect her and do nice gestures. I think my most satisfying personal interpretation is that she’s just isn’t all that sure how she feels about him besides that obviously, this was her best childhood friend. After all I think it’s hard to have feelings for someone who was so distant and secretive at the same time. But there’s definitely still Something there that just… never got the chance to become something more.

I think a feeling of ‘incompleteness’ is prominent after finishing this game. Somehow having some of the truth confirmed/spelled out to you just leaves me with more questions. And perhaps that’s the whole point… the incompleteness of their feelings for each other, the incompleteness of the beach trip, the incompleteness of the simulated beach trip, the incompleteness of Neil himself as a person. I feel like the life lesson here was that you got to be ok with not having all the closure but realize that things have an end in spite of it. And you’ve got to move on once you’re ready to. The game giving you one final chance to linger on a perfect moment of Neil and Eva at their most vulnerable, letting You choose when the story ends was really profound. It’s like Kan Gao was saying to you ‘yeah, you’ve known all along Neil was dying/is dead. And that this series wasn’t going to last forever. You can keep returning to it again and again, but that fact remains and eventually you will stop playing the games and move on.’

I’m not sure if I’m articulating the metaness of this ending well enough, but Eva and the player feel in parallel here. Eva’s relationship with Neil, and the players relationship to this series.

Just wow. What an incredible ending. It almost felt too quick that the biggest theory of Neil being dead all along was confirmed but, it’s not too quick at all considering this story’s been going on for 13 years I guess. Still leaves me in shock even though that’s honestly what the games have been Strongly hinting at.

Will try to remember To the Moon for as long as I can. What an impactful game series…

[whateversawesome]

Let’s talk about SxF Chapter 82

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; even though Yor is currently not involved in the confrontation between the SSS and WISE, this arc is about Twiyor marriage.

Somehow, it seems like they are in each other’s mind. Just take a look...

To me, this small panel is probably the most important in the chapter: Twilight the master of disguise, best spy ever, WAVERS (!!!)

In addition to quivering, WAVER also means to become unsteady, unreliable, and undecided. A spy should never waver, it could cost him his life. So, why did the best spy of the West hesitate?

The reason is very clear to me. He has something on his mind...someone...😉

Remember what he said when Yor kicked him on the chin?

We saw his dangerous assassin mode. He was ready to defend himself from the SSS agent, but then he saw Yuri instead. It’s funny that he called him by his full name: Yuri Briar, just like he did a couple of chapters before, when he was apologizing to his wife. It was almost as a reminder of certain other Briar (aka Mrs. Forger).

Twilight had the opportunity to shoot and kill Yuri. He’s more experienced than him, he’s been in dangerous situations and killed before. But upon seeing his face, a last minute decision halted his most basic spy instincts:

Yuri is his enemy, but he’s also family. (Btw, Yuri looks like a kid here).

Twilight has surely heard from his wife all the love and effort she put on raising her brother. For a long time Yuri was her only family and she married him to avoid worrying him. He KNOWS how much Yuri means to Yor.

That last minute decision wasn’t that last minute at all. Even though he won’t admit it, he’d rather die before hurting his wife. AND he did promise he would never make her suffer that way again (even though he had no clue what she was talking about 😂)

Now, about Yor. To be honest, I thought that she would probably forget about the gripe, but thinking it through, those infidelity allegations are not so easily brushed off. It’s not like Loid has shown her he loves her explicitly and he is out all the time. (I think she misses him 💕 Look at those sad eyes!!)

In theory, Yor shouldn’t worry about this, since this is a fake marriage, right? The thing is Yor doesn’t see it as a fake marriage anymore. That’s why she wants to have gripes and welcome home kisses. She wants a normal marriage.

It was beautiful and heartbreaking to see her in the last panel. It meant so much, because right at that moment (probably) her husband was getting hurt. In marriage there’s a constant connection, especially when two people are in love (and these two are deeply in love).

I posted this before, but I’ll write it again, in case you didn’t see it:

This is marriage. 

When you hurt, I hurt. 

When you bleed, I bleed.

That blood wasn’t Yor’s. Since she mentions her husband and she's thinking about him, I think that last panel is Twilight’s blood.

Bonus: Yor doesn’t think about Yuri (who she raised like her kid) or Anya (who is her kid). She thinks about her husband!! I think she's finally stepping out of the role of mom to step into the role of wife/adult woman. In other words, Your honor, she’s in love 💖

Now, questions: Did Twilight get killed? No, I don’t think so. Severely injured? Maybe. But I believe it won’t be too severe, because he still has to confront Wheeler unless...(here comes the crazy theory): Who was Wheeler talking on the phone?

He didn’t show up at the appointment with the SSS. We don’t know where he is. So the crazy theory is that he could be involved with the Garden. Honestly, it’s a long shot. Unlikely, but it would also be a huge twist and you know l LOVE twists 😏

It could also fit, because if Twilight is injured and has to be pulled from the mission, WISE doesn’t stand a chance. AND it would leave Wheeler to appear at a later arc, now involved with the Garden and maybe our dear Thorn Princess (maybe, jealous Loid arc?) Unlikely, but fun it’s fun to dream.

My two cents: 

Twilight is the one who got shot, but is not deadly injured. He may actually have to go home early! 

Probably there will still be an encounter with Wheeler, but let’s hope he doesn’t have to fight him. Things are still very much in the air with Wheeler, so let’s just wait and see.

The arc is still very incomplete and could take a turn in any direction. I know a lot of you want some action/fighting between Twilight and Wheeler, but I would be happy if Mr. Spy just went home early to be with his wife and this turned into a complete Twiyor arc. We’ll see.

One last word about Yuri. Now, I think he’ll be the one who discovers Twilight’s identity. That kid is smart and if he starts putting the pieces together, he may end up discovering everything. This confrontation is one big piece and I’d like to believe that Twilight not killing Yuri will be a deciding factor in the end. I’ve said it before, at some point Yuri is going to have to choose between duty and his family and I believe he will choose his family (at a great personal cost).

But not only that, last time Twilight chose not to kill an enemy, something good has happened: When he spared Franky he began a transformation and stared working for peace. What will happen now that he chose not to kill another enemy? My guess is that he’ll become more human and it’ll have to do with Yor. 

Something tells me this is one of those chapters that will be VERY important in the future. So let’s keep an eye on it.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

The Sweetest Thing On This Side of Hell

Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 3: Monster AU @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.3K

When Natasha told you to leave. She didn’t tell you it was forever. If she had, you’d have begged harder. Pleaded more. 

Fucked her better.

You didn’t want to have a normal life again. You couldn’t focus on anything except for her. You walked around the grocery store for hours, places you didn’t want to be.

You couldn’t forget her. It wasn’t a choice, you’d found yourself snarling when a friend had called. Your skin pricked like needles. Your hands kept shaking.

You sent her needy texts. Telling her you missed her, asking for her to come back. You wanted to do anything. Be anything Natasha wanted. 

You thought about that a lot. What you must have done wrong. 

When her hands touched your body, you didn’t know if you were broken or perfect.

Now you were left with your own hands. You kept your eyes closed, imagining the way Natasha whispered your name. Her fingers in your hair. The look in her eyes when you came. It was never the same.

You went to Natasha’s house, but you could tell it was empty. You checked every window, ignoring the ‘For Sale’ sign swinging outside.

You had one friend who stayed persistent. You could tell she was trying to disentangle Natasha from your mind. You hated it. You wanted Natasha to stay in there forever. You knew she would.

Your friend dragged you to a nightclub in the end. Somewhere you could forget yourself and try your best to forget Natasha too.

If you were honest, it was the first time you were tempted. The idea of forgetting for a second that she wasn't there.

You saw long forgotten friends at the bar. They gave you dirty looks and you remembered you didn’t care. Natasha had marked your insides. How could you care.

Your mind was hazy when you started to dance. Bodies were blurred and unimportant. A stranger touched your shoulder and you felt your heart jolt. Undecided if you should pretend. If you could. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. 

You stared down at the screen and forgot the world. She was calling. 

She was calling.

You ran from the club.

Heart pounding. On the dark street you picked up the call. You were shivering already, bare limbs exposed in a lace tank top and high waisted shorts.

There was silence on the other end. 

Breathlessly, you whispered. ‘Hello?’

‘Where are you?’ She snapped coldly.

Tears came to your eyes. She was there. You glanced at the nearest street signs, reading them obediently. 

‘I’ve missed you.’ You whispered as she hung up. 

You sat on the edge of the sidewalk, light rain coating your trembling skin. Your high heels were filthy. You were scared she was going to leave again when she saw you. You should have dressed better. You couldn’t do anything right.

The hum of an engine caught your attention. You recognized the number plate.

You stepped into the road.

The car screeched to a halt. The driver’s door swung open and Natasha stepped out. She was wearing a red dress. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were savage. 

‘Get in.’ She snarled.

You ran obediently to the other side, swallowing the happy feeling that she might kill you tonight. 

Inside the car, the smell of Natasha filled your mind again. You couldn’t look at her. Some instinct telling you not to dare.

You kept your head tilted down and looked at your lap. Silence filled the space between you. At last, the engine started again and Natasha drove you away.

Tears slipped onto your cheeks. She was so close, but you’d messed it all up before. You began to cry, body convulsing with desperately quietened sobs. 

‘Y/N.’ She warned you in a low voice. 

You loved her so much and you couldn’t stop.

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered, watching the hot tears drip onto your legs.

The car stopped abruptly and you looked up for the first time. She’d taken you back to your house. 

Desperation kicked in. She couldn’t leave you again. 

At last, you looked at Natasha. 

Her eyes were stormy now. 

‘Please.’ You begged again. Unable to do anything but plead and obey. 

Indecision crossed Natasha’s face. You couldn’t bear it. 

‘I just want to be yours.’ You tried quietly. ‘Please, just let me be yours.’

Natasha left the car. 

Your heart rabbited in your chest as you scrambled to follow her. 

She walked back to your house and you followed. Mindless until she took your hand.

She led you to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you. Your skin crawled with anticipation.

Natasha pressed your chest, pushing you back until your legs caught on the window seat. You felt the cold glass press into your back. You’d sat here a thousand times, waiting for Natasha to come. 

Natasha looked at you like you were already naked. She was breathing shallowly, her teeth glinting in the dark room. You tried to touch her side, needy at your core. Your hand touched her skin and you heard yourself whine. You were needy. You needed her. You needed her now. 

Natasha pulled your tank top over your head, and your arms moved obediently upwards like a rag doll. Your heart thudded harder. 

Natasha paused, bringing the lace fabric to her face and breathing it in. She closed her eyes. You watched in silent desperation. 

Eyes half hooded, she moved your hand back to her body. You felt the sharp zipper of her dress and tugged it gently.

Her dress pooled like water on the floor. Soft moonlight cascaded over her naked body. You wanted to die for her.

Natasha’s breathing was still shallow. So was yours. You touched her shoulders. She was real. She was here.

Natasha touched the wetness between your legs as she removed the last of your clothes. Her hand was rough and you curled your face against her shoulder.

You never wanted her to stop. You wanted this forever.

Natasha leaned closer and her breasts touched yours. You heard yourself cry. The pressure of her body pushed you back against the window. Your legs wrapped around her waist. 

Her hand slipped into the space between you, touching you gently. 

‘Natasha.’ You chanted as her fingers slipped inside. You'd prayed for this.

She rubbed you gently until she didn't. Your clit swam in slow waves that turned to riptides.

She called your name. You were in ecstasy. You'd do anything she asked. You wanted to come.

You gasped for a breath, panting as you started to tense around her fingers.

Natasha's free hand stroked your back. Her fingers dug into your scars.

She loved you. You knew it. Your heart soared.

Natasha's warm breath lingered on your neck. She beckoned inside you. 

You bit her shoulder and came over her fingers.

Natasha groaned into your skin.

You kissed her unbroken skin. Your heart thumped against your ribs.

Natasha moved immediately down your chest until her lips hovered over your left breast.

You knew she wanted what was beating behind it. You wanted to give it to her.

You lifted your chest to meet her lips. Her sharp teeth glanced against your nipple. You pushed yourself closer. You wanted her close. You wanted to be hers.

You wanted her to take everything.

You pushed Natasha away.

Fury lit the room for a brief moment. She looked unearthly in the charcoal shades of the room.

You slid to your knees and Natasha’s face turned to shameless greed. 

She pressed your face between her legs. You followed blindly, your tongue moving between wet folds. You lapped at the hot, sweet taste. You'd craved this forever. You swam in the desperate need.

Natasha tightened her grip of your hair and you let yourself become mindless again. 

You only needed her. She was on your tongue. She was coating your throat.

You slipped your tongue inside Natasha and tried to beg her without words. 

Natasha made a sound you’d never heard from her before. You tasted heaven as it spilled out. You felt sated at last. Your cheeks were sticky. You were covered in her. You pressed yourself closer to the warmth.

Natasha held your head in place as the tremors went through her. Your mind hummed. You licked gently, patiently.

When she let go. You looked up at her. Her eyes were hypnotic.

You wiped your cheek absentmindedly. It was no use. You could already feel it trickling down your neck.

Unwavering, Natasha's stare followed the slow trickle.

You bit your lip and let the blood pool under your tongue.

Natasha licked her lips.

[kyokutsu-sama]

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A/n: Releasing another one shot about him because this scenario had been living in my head for a long time. I know that one is kinda long but it was one of the scenarios I most enjoyed writing fr❤️

Tw: Nsfw content

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There was no better combination than a calm night accompanied by the sound of crickets and water running down the stone steps of the small river in the garden next to your bedroom. You were sitting on the chair in front of the bed while thinking about several things at the same time, your eyes wandered to the crack in the sliding door that led to the garden to see the moon shining in the sky.

The nights in Hino were always the same but now they remained colder since the man you loved had to leave one day and was now captain of a squadron of magic knights.

You sighed heavily remembering the last conversation you two had, which wasn't the most pleasant. You had so many things to remember about each other, so many. You've never been able to look at anyone else since then, no one could make that flame grow again, just him.

Now the question is: How long would you keep staying there, thinking about the way he looked at you and touched you, instead of moving on with your life like he did?

You had no answer and every time you thought about moving on, he came back to your mind again and you went back because once again, there was no one left but him.

You took the glass next to the chair and filled it with drink and drank it, feeling the liquid burn your lips and throat. You closed your eyes, after putting the bottle down and took a long sigh as you remembered all those scenes again.

“Damn!”

You wanted to hate him, you wanted to punch him for leaving you behind. Why had he slipped through your fingers like that?

You should hate him instead of crying and wondering why he left for the kingdom of Clover, which was far away. You really wanted to hate him, but how? How would you hate the only person you truly loved in your life? The only person you opened up to and felt comfortable with?

So many nights coming home after getting drunk, and that's when things started. The hands snaking over both of the bodies, the hot lips, the wet kisses and so many other things...

The way you would hugged him on the living room couch or in bed, his hand stroking your hair as you two talked until fell asleep.

"No, you can't keep thinking about him. Forget that idiot..." You muttered with a long sigh, even though you knew you were lying to yourself with every word

The thoughts were scattered in seconds when a knock on the front door sounded and you jumped a little, startled.

You closed the door that led to the garden and straightened the ribbon that held your robe together before leaving the room and going to see who it was.

You placed your hand on the door handle, intrigued by the fact that someone had come to visit you at that time. As soon as you opened the door, you could have sworn you were hallucinating, or at least, you'd rather be. That idiot you were trying to forget, had appeared but this time in person and right in front of you. You definitely weren't expecting that man to ever think about showing up after all this time.

Now you were undecided between closing the door in his face or let him in but when you looked into his eyes for a while, calmly analyzing them, you knew he wasn't coming to make things worse.

He wanted something he thought he lost years ago.

"Hi..." Your voice was low and shaky as you lowered your eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in? I didn't come to cause trouble, I promise."He spoke in a deep, calm voice, putting out his cigarette

Yes, he hadn't forgotten anything like you thought. He was aware that the last conversation was hard for both of you and he also knew that going there might not be the best choice but he had to try.

You looked down and motioned for him to come in, without saying anything.

He went to the living room and sat on the couch, you entered the room shortly after, standing in a corner, arms crossed and looking at some random corner. When he felt your presence, he looked back but you remained there motionless.

"Come closer, I won't bite you."He called you, pointing to the armchair next to you to sit."Let's talk."

"Talk?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think we should do that, it went wrong last time." You remembered, now looking at him

"We were young…"

"No, it wasn't just that. You had a goal and I had a place I didn't want to give up."

"I, however, gave up Hino when I was a brat because of family problems. You knew that and yet, I came back here, years later, as a magic knight. I remember you welcoming me that day with a big smile and we ended up drunk after a night of drinking. It could have always been like this, but life was not a bed of roses..."Yami said, looking at the ceiling and sighing

"Yes, and it wasn't. It really wasn't..." You said, approaching him and sitting in the armchair. "and now you come back as a captain, hoping that I would welcome you with a smile again. The thing is, that it didn't happen and you'll be leaving soon for the kingdom, carrying out your duties and I'll stay here alone and... waiting for you."You whispered the last words, knowing you had already said something you shouldn't

Yami looked at you for a moment, seeing melancholy in your eyes. He always seemed oblivious to other people's feelings but he wasn't a total idiot like many thought. He just felt more than he said. He knew you still liked him, maybe there was still hope. The captain hadn't forgotten about you either since he left that day. He remembered every night and every day with you. Every single one of them.

"Do you want something to drink?"You asked, trying to change the subject after seeing the tension that had arisen in the room between the two of you

"Yeah, something really strong, please."He waved and you got up and went to get something very strong as he had asked

His eyes following you to the kitchen, not failing to notice how nervous you looked.

You returned with his drink and he thanked you before drinking it, placing the glass on the coffee table.

"Do you still have that at home?" He asked, referring to the drink you offered him

"Yes, it used to be your favorite... our favorite, in fact." You looked at him and he smiled

"Yes, I know. Don't you drink too?"He took another sip and handed the glass to you

"No, I'm fine."

"You need it, it would cheer you up a little."He insisted

"No, seriously, I'm fine." You assured

Yami put the glass aside and leaned back but his eyes focused on nothing else but you, looking you up and down as if they were trying to talk to you.

You didn't know why he was there, or rather, why you were sitting with him, as if everything seemed fine and, on top of that, he was drinking your favorite drink. The one you two used to share the bottle with each other.

Could it be that you were doing that because you still loved him and because you didn't want to lose that bond again?

You didn't admit it but maybe that was it, but there was an internal struggle within you between the pride and the love you still felt and that was making you very frustrated.

"Hey?! Are you there?" He snapped his fingers close to your face and you 'woke up'

"Yes, I am and I would be better if you weren't here." You said, giving in to pride and using coldness, even though you knew you would regret it bitterly later

"Don't say that, you're ruining my sensitive heart here." He placed a hand on his chest to emphasize the scene

"Fuck that heart of yours, you didn't care about mine when you went to Clover."You got up and went to your bedroom, unable to stay in the same space as him

"Y/n, come back here, I'm not finished yet. Hey! Are you listening to me?" He shouted from the room but you ignored him. "That idiot is a tough nut to crack..." Yami grunted, getting up and went up to your room

That night would be long...

You were walking in a circles, completely out of your mind when the door opened and you immediately turned to face him.

"Yami, get out now!" You ordered as soon as you saw him

"I just came here to see you but not like this." Yami said, approaching you."Come on, calm down."

"Yami, seriously, GET OUT!" You weren't holding back anymore and your voice started to become tearful, something you wanted to avoid

"You don't want to do this, I know..."His words only intensified the moisture in your eyes until you felt tears falling

You were mad, you were tired but at the same time you felt light for letting out what was inside you all those years, even if it was in front of him. All those tears were suppressed for months and you always told yourself that you wouldn't cry for him but now you had reached the limit with that situation.

And tired of all those emotions, you confessed.

"I missed you..." You shouted, between tears and sniffles. "That feeling never went away because you were the only person I had... When you left after our last conversation, I just wanted to disappear. I didn't know when you would come back, or if you would actually come back." You looked at him and he was looking at you, while you vented. He had a heavy heart after seeing what a mistake it was to leave you alone. "I was alone all these years, there was no one else after you, just you."Your eyes met his, full of tears and he felt bad, seeing you like that. He blamed himself even if neither of you were to blame for what happened. It was just a mismatch of life.

“Things could have been different between us. It was my fault that you were like this and now I don't think there is anything I can really do to make things right..." He said, looking down

"No, no, it wasn't your fault for following your life goals," You said, wiping your tears and moving your hair away from your face, sighing."But, there's something I need to know."

"What?"Yami asked and you looked at him for a short moment

"Have you been thinking about me, all this time? Did you manage to look at anyone else, after me?" You asked, taking slow steps towards him and looking him in the eyes. Yami was a little taken aback by the question but answered.

"I did, I thought about you a lot of times, even though I know I should move on."Yami sighed and you looked away."Regarding the second question, I can also say that there was no one else. Even if there was one or the other, that tried..."He chuckled and you looked at him sideways

"Of course they tried, who wouldn't try anything with a man like that?" You thought

"Yami?"You looked at the man in front of you, from top to bottom

"What?"

"I still miss you," You lookes into his eyes, telling the true about what you were feeling."Your touch still remains in me, your lips, your eyes, your voice, your arms, everything about you is still marked on me." You curved your lips in a smile

"Y/n..."He felt a little lost for words seeing how your eyes had changed expression

Your name left his lips in a soft, low tone but you stopped any other words from coming out of his mouth as you kissed him intensely, taking him by surprise. He didn't think you would kiss him like that after all that, he even thought you would kill him right there.

Your hands held the back of his head firmly while his went to your waist, you could taste the taste of the drink on his tongue in that rough kiss. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, looking into his eyes, there was desire but something even deeper.

"You...What happened to you?" He asked, unable to help but smile

"Just shut up." You ordered before kissing him again

His hands undid the knot of your robe and removed the fabric from your body, exposing your naked body, your hands hurriedly ran over him, removing his shirt. You needed him more now than at any other time, you gave in to the deepest thoughts, the strongest desire, which you fought for years but now you had lost.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and took you to the bed, laying on top of you. He kissed your neck, marking all the skin as your fingers ran through his disheveled black hair. Maybe you missed it more than you thought.

He left the curve of your neck and brought his lips to your breasts, his mouth was voracious around them, his hands felt the flesh and his tongue swirled around your nipples, making you let out low moans.

He was more intense and his touch was more voracious and rougher than the other times. He was no longer the magic knight you had dated, he was the captain and an indomitable man now.

He knelt on the mattress and grabbed your legs, spreading them and reveling in the sight of the wet sheen, running down your folds that only made him want to bury himself deep inside you.

"You're too wet for a person you don't want to see in front of you," Yami said, running two fingers through the slit and you arched up. "Did you miss that too?"

"Yes, fuck yes." You said, breathlessly

He distributed kisses all over your thighs, leaving red marks all over, until he reached the middle of your legs and devoring your clit, making loud moans come out of your lips. Your body was taken by surprise by that man's roughness.

Many years might have passed but he was still the best at what he did down there. Yami ran his hands from your thighs and brought them to your waist, keeping your body firm against his face as he ate you out. Your hands pulled his hair, whimpers left your lips feeling the humidity increase.

You wanted that so much, you wanted his hands running through you, digging his fingers deep into your skin and leaving marks that you would appreciate in the morning.

His lips sucked your sensitive spot, the tip of his tongue swirling around it and driving you crazy, your head fell to the side with your eyes rolling back.

Yami looked up to find your face reveling in pleasure, that sight only turned him on even more and he could already feel his member aching against the fabric of his pants.

"Yami, I ahhh...so close. "You said between moans and with heavy breathing

He was completely oblivious to your words, wanting to take more from you, to taste how delicious you were.

"Come to me, let me taste you," He whispered, in a husky voice against your pussy. "You still have the best taste"

You could swear it was his voice that made you come at that moment, everything about that man was hot. He brought one hand to your folds, caressing them before inserting a finger into you, you closed your legs around his head and he used his other arm to hold one of them.

He added the second and your loud moans afterwards were music to his ears. He really thought about you calling for him, with that voice so full of desire, in his room.

His fingers moved in and out of you quickly as the tip of his tongue continued to taste your overstimulated clit. You closed your eyes, unable to take all that any longer, drops of sweat slid down your skin and your body trembled with goosebumps.

It didn't take long for you to come and wet the captain's fingers, who removed them from you and took them to his mouth to taste you again, wiping the corners of his mouth afterwards.

You opened your eyes seeing him looking at you, you could guess by the look and that mischievous smile that he was still starting.

"What's wrong, princess? Are you going to faint from exhaustion? You've weakened." He chuckled and you couldn't help but smile with him too, even though the urge to punch him was still there

"I didn't weaken, I'm just waiting for you to decide."You said, placing your hands on the mattress and sitting up to see his face up close

"Decide what?" He frowned

"If you're going to fuck me or if you're going to go back to the clover kingdom and leave me here to finish the rest," You said, taking one of your hands to caress the bulge in his pants. "Come on, captain. You know you want this too." You whispered next to his lips

He had to admit that when you called him captain, it caused something in him and he would want to hear that come from your lips again.

He grabbed your chin with one hand and pulled you forward to kiss you, you knelt in front of him with your legs still heavy, without moving away from his lips for even a moment. You took your hands to his pants and started untying the belt on his pants, he lifted his hips so you could lower him along with his underwear. He helped you to take the rest and threw them aside before kissing you again, his tongue carrying your own taste in it.

You took your hand to his cock, stroking it from bottom to top, feeling the first drops run down your hand and the length. He moaned against your lips when you sped up the movements with your hand, one of his hands grabbing the back of your neck and the other on your waist. You left his lips, licking yours, swollen and wet, while looking into his eyes that begged for you.

"I want you inside me," You asked and he sighed heavily. "Do what you want with me."

Yami didn't hesitate and turned you onto your back, placing you face down on the mattress and positioning himself behind you. You lifted your hips up towards him as your hands grabbed the sheets, you looked over your shoulder, enough to see his hands spreading your legs and grabbing your hips. Yami already missed that sight.

"I want to see if that voice still sounds as loud as it did back then." He said as he ran his hands over your skin and you giggled, looking back

"Why? My dear captain missed my voice too? How sweet!" You said and he slapped on of your cheeks and you moaned

"Don't talk too much. You'll end up hurting yourself." He leaned over to whisper in your ear and you chukled

He pulled away and held his cock, keeping the other hand on your hip, entering you slowly and making you whimper when you finally felt him inside, making your walls widen and your legs tremble. You dreamed about feeling that sensation again and now you couldn't be more pleased to be able to to feel him filling you, making you squirm beneath him.

He barely waited for you to adapt to him and he started thrusting into you from behind and you gripped the sheets tighter. The captain really didn't expect something like this to happen again but there he was and since you had done it like this, he would give it his all. He thrusted you strongly as he remembered the memories you two before, in Hino. He wanted to fuck you the day you two argued, he wanted to shut your mouth with his and try to resolve things but you needed space and when you pushed him away and ran away from him, he realized he couldn't do it nothing, but now, now he could.

His hands grabbed your flesh, marking it well so that he could see his hands there later and be able to say that he had done it to you because you were still his. His hips slammed against yours hard and fast, your legs could barely handle that intensity. Yami was a very strong man and had no problems using that strength to his advantage.

One of his hands went to your clit and rubbed it in quick, circular movements, eliciting countless moans from you. He looked at the reflection in the mirror next to him and that scene made him even harder and made him go deeper.

You were also able to see him through the reflection, his body coming and going against yours, your insides tightened around him just seeing that image. Tears of pleasure were overflowing your eyes and your mouth kept whimpering and saying his name.

You no longer remembered anything that had happened before, just how good he was making you feel.

"That's it...Just like that...So good" You moaned breathlessly and he smiled

He pulled you against his chest with one arm around you, his hand running down the valley of your breasts and the other caressing you down there while you held onto his forearms.

"Do you like this, huh? Couldn't you get over the idea that you were made for me all this time?" He said, thrusting you even deeper and you arched your back, tilting your head back

Your mind was blank and you didn't speak up but he was right, you couldn't and there you were.

"I'm coming...Yami ohh, I'm coming..." You said with a loud moan

You laid your head on the mattress as your cum squirted over his length, still penetrating strongly and erratically inside you. He bent down to suck the skin of your neck, he placed both hands on your hips, giving you one last strong thrust as he came inside you, filling your insides as he enjoyed the way your wet, warm insides tightened him inside you.

You lost track of what time it was, if it was still night or if he was still there.

Little by little, you were coming down from the enormous peak of pleasure he had given you and that was when you realized that it was still night and that it was late and that yes, he was still there.

Yami withdrew from you and you let your exhausted and sweaty body fall onto the mattress, you couldn't feel your legs and your breathing was very unregulated. With a lot of effort, you managed to turn around to face him, equally panting.

The captain took the cigarette out of the pocket of his pants, lying on the floor, and lit it, blowing the smoke as he sat on the mattress, looking at you at the mess he had done with you.

"You look like you won't be able to walk straight for the rest of the week." He said taking a drag and you smiled

"Guess who's to blame?"

"You're the one who started teasing me."

"Me? You're the idiot here, you're the one who did these things to me."

"But you like it when I do that, don't you? Because I don't ear you complain about it" He said, releasing the smoke between his lips and looking you in the eyes

You could see something else in his eyes besides the previous desire, it was as if he wanted to be there, close to you. You didn't want to talk about feelings now but you couldn't help it, you had to bet.

"Yami?" You called in a low voice and after managing to catch your breath

"What?"

"You still love me?"You asked, after a moment of hesitation

The captain took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and pulled your body onto his lap, you put your arms around his neck, looking into the eyes of the man you would do anything for.

He placed a kiss on the crook of your neck and then looked at your face again before kissing you gently. He wasn't a man of beautiful words like in usual romances but his actions made your heart burn with love. However, he clarified it in words just for you.

"Yes, I still love you, idiot." He whispered next to your lips and you smiled, feeling a tear fall

You hugged him, wrapping his body in a hug of longing and the need to have him with you. You could stay in his arms forever, it would always be your favorite place, your place of comfort. You couldn't contain the tears and small sobs against the crook of his neck.

"Why are you crying? I said I loved you and you react like this? I don't understand..." He frowned as he ran a hand through your hair

"It's just happy to know, that's all. Tears are not always about sadness."You said, moving away from the crook of his neck

"Oh, I thought you were sad because I liked you. My heart couldn't take it..." He chuckled as he wiped your tears with his thumbs

"You and your stupid little heart again." You rolled your eyes, smiling

"Seriously, he's very fragile and--"Yami countered but you silenced him with a kiss

His hands caressed your back as he tasted the lips he loved so much. It was something slow, unhurried and intimate, something you loved living.

"Yami..." You whispered his name, pulling away from the kiss for a moment. "I think..."

"Say it." He encouraged, seeing you confused

"Would you accept me in your squad?"

Yami never expected to hear those words coming from someone who clung to that place so tightly but he would never reject you.

"Are you sure? You're not going to cry because you miss home?" He teased you

"Your presence is my home and if we still love each other why should I live far away from you?"

"Yeah, you're right. Well, I can take you with me but be prepared because those people there are fucking crazy."

"Your magic knights?"

"Yes, those brats." Yami laid you down on the mattress and lay down by your side, pulling you close to him

"I'm sure they love you."

"They do."He sighed

"Would they love me too?" You pondered

"I think so but if not, nothing like a good kick in their asses to make them change their mind about you." Yami said in a threatening tone and your eyes widened

"You're always the same brute idiot as always." You snuggled into his chest and he chuckled

"Don't you like this brute here?"

"You didn't hear me complain, did you?"

"No."

"Then, shut up and let me sleep."You slapped his chest

"This woman is still a danger..."He muttered, before falling asleep shortly after

[eemamminy-art]

not obligated to answer this but if you have anymore thoughts about alex sdv (or stardew valley at all) please share. i am obsessed with alex

Oh hell yeah anon you've activated my current hyperfixation 😁 I have a google doc where I'm dropping my headcanons and a bulleted timeline for a Alex/m!farmer longfic I've been writing in my head that's up to about 13 pages now ahaha so here's a few things!!

When he first moved to Pelican Town he was actually really quiet and reserved because he was still grieving heavily, so he never really got close to the other kids. He talks about how he played gridball with his mom so I think once he got the chance to play that in school (in another town no doubt) I think he came out of his shell then and made some friends, but all those friends lived far enough away that after graduating high school he's been pretty lonely and never could connect with the other people his own age in town.

He never goes into the saloon to my knowledge prior to the 10-heart event dinner scene, so I headcanon that it's because he doesn't drink alcohol and doesn't want the temptation to try it. I don't remember if it's said explicitly but I got the impression his dad's abuse stemmed from being drunk so I imagine Alex refuses to touch the stuff out of both principle and fear of becoming like his father one day.

I said it in another post but I headcanon him as gay and suffering comphet. He's built himself up as this cool popular guy, so he tries to emulate the sexist straight guys he's seen in movies but there's absolutely nothing behind it. He says something rude to a girl and then is like uhhh (shit what now) bye! 😅 I want to think that in getting to know the farmer he not only does away with that facade but also gets more comfortable in his sexuality!!

and on a sidenote to the above: I hc most of the town as gay or bi and I am toying with the idea of Abby being transfem! Sam/Seb is a given, and maaaybe they're in a poly relationship with Abby but I'm still undecided!! I like Maru/Penny as a concept but need to marinate on that a bit more, I see them always sitting together and it makes me happy but I need to think more on how they met and what their relationship would be like. I don't have anything solid yet in terms of other characters' gender or sexuality headcanons exactly, other than Caroline and Jodi being bi and desperately yearning to run away together 🥰

But back to Alex!! With how his storyline goes of trying to impress others with his jock persona, then trying to switch gears and be super booksmart, I headcanon that he gets close to the farmer via the farmer tutoring him so he can take a community college placement test. :3 My thought for why he's in the rut he's in is that he wanted to play college gridball but his grades in high school were so bad he has done nothing with himself since graduation and has just been stagnating and becoming more and more bitter (which only amps up his shitty attitude when the player first meets him). So trying to get educated is doubly good for him because he can work toward his sports dream (in a way) and try to impress the farmer. Though of course, the thing that brings them closer is Alex learning to be true to himself 😊

This is getting long, so last thing: he's actually a really well-rounded homemaker but does not even think about it really. George has been disabled for a long time, so all of the handy work around the house has to be handled by Alex, and he's so eager to help out his grands. :3 They put a roof over his head so of course he'll climb up onto it to fix the leaks when it rains! Evelyn is always cooking and baking and Alex is so soft for his granny he has been in the kitchen helping her for as long as he's lived with them, so he's actually got a real talent for cooking and baking too! One of the first things he learned after moving in with them was the proper way to set a table, and the best way to wash dishes efficiently. He's spent enough time at Haley's house having no chemistry with the poor girl, but found Emily's whole sewing setup really fascinating and she taught him to mend the holes in his letterman jacket when he asked so he knows how to hand sew! These are all skills that he has but doesn't recognize as skills, he just inherently has this desire to help the people in his life so he picks up this and that to make it easier!

Anyway! Thank you for letting me ramble 😄 Alex is really sweet and soft underneath the mask he wears, and he's been rotating in my head for the last few months hehe

I had bought sdv when it came out but barely touched it, and started it up again on a whim earlier this year and I'm so glad I did!! I really adore the game and it's bringing me a lot of joy currently 🥺

[niseag-arts]

You know what, Vanadium lore dump.

this man does not yet have proper art, nor is he a fully realised OC yet but

In short:

techmarine, iron hand, baby (still in training with the mechanicus), big softy (for an iron hands)

A note on looks:

Vanadium wears Red mechanicus robes overtop his armour, rather than the more standard red techmarine armour. He also Really dislikes taking his armour off and will keep it on almost permanently (yes he is very stinky when he's finally coaxed out of it to clean himself). This, combined with the robes, makes people suspect that Vana would prefer to see his armoured form as his body, rather than the fleshy marine inside the armour.

He's kinda envious of tech priests and their freedom to shape their bodies however they please.

History and things:

Vanadium was born to two tech priest on a yet undecided forgeworld, and had an upbringing befitting for that. That is to say: strictly scheduled and optimised for productivity, whatever that means for a literal baby. However, this did not last long. When Vana was roughly 6 terran standard years old, he was presented to the Iron Hands as a bargaining chip. His forgeworld would recieve a good stack of STCs the chapter had found in return for a good number of new recruits.

He has survived "induction" and training with the iron hands and with that mental mess fresh on his mind he was send to Mars, and honestly, he found great relief and comfort in falling back into the schematic and structured life of the mechanicus after the harsh treatment of his chapter, and he quickly became a well-liked student among the mechanicus for his natural understanding of their "culture". Though they accept no diversion from him, and will discipline vana if he is percieved to be out of line. Possibly because of this, he has mellowed out a little from the hatred and distrust that wrecks his brain ever since the geneseed implementation. Remember, he is young. which brings us to

Personality and stuff:

Vana struggles. a lot. to accept his situation. He is in constant battle with the effects of the Iron Hands' geneseed and a lot of the hatred he feels turns inward and turns into self-loathing quite quickly. Of course, to admit that would be weakness. he hates admitting it. But to admit such things amid the mechanicus is a lot safer than it would be to admit such things amid his brothers, which puts him in a weird dilemma of loyalties. He dreads the day he will be returned to his chapter, and wishes that there was a way for him to progress within the ranks of the mechanicus instead. Of course, this is impossible.

I feel like I forgot stuff about him...feel free to ask questions and things

[jostystyles]

one direction song fic challenge

long time no see besties! i myself and probably some of you because we all know the 1d to hockey fan pipeline have been missing 1d lately due to certain events. so why not host a fic challenge!

rules:

choose one song and a player from this list

only one song per fic, you can choose two songs if you like as long as they’re separate pieces!

if choosing more than one song (limit two so it’s only fair) please send one ask per song!

first come first serve, i’ll be posting in order of asks so make sure to look and see what’s been claimed already

minimum word count of 600 but no maximum!

fics must be submitted by january 4!

if you’re writing smut you must be 18+

you don’t have to be following me but it would be appreciated! happy writing, tracks are below!

ALBUM 1: UP ALL NIGHT (2011)

track 1: what makes you beautiful || jack hughes by @tonyspep

track 2: gotta be you

track 3: one thing

track 4: more than this

track 5: up all night

track 6: i wish

track 7: tell me a lie

track 8: taken

track 9: i want

track 10: everything about you

track 11: same mistakes

track 12: save you tonight

track 13: stole my heart

track 14: stand up

track 15: moments

bonus track: another world

bonus track: na na na

bonus track: i should’ve kissed you

ALBUM 2: TAKE ME HOME (2012)

track 1: live while we’re young

track 2: kiss you

track 3: little things

track 4: cmon cmon

track 5: last first kiss

track 6: heart attack

track 7: rock me

track 8: change my mind

track 9: i would

track 10: over again

track 11: back for you

track 12: they don’t know about us

track 13: summer love

track 14: she’s not afraid

track 15: loved you first

track 16: nobody compares

track 17: still the one

bonus track: truly madly deeply

bonus track: magic

bonus track: irresistible

ALBUM 3: MIDNIGHT MEMORIES (2013)

track 1: best song ever

track 2: story of my life

track 3: diana

track 4: midnight memories

track 5: you & i

track 6: don’t forget where you belong

track 7: strong

track 8: happily

track 9: right now || elias petterson by @ilyasorokinn

track 10: little black dress

track 11: through the dark

track 12: something great

track 13: little white lies

track 14: better than words

track 15: why don’t we go there

track 16: does he know

track 17: alive

track 18: half a heart

ALBUM 4: FOUR (2014)

track 1: steal my girl

track 2: ready to run

track 3: where do broken hearts go

track 4: 18

track 5: girl almighty

track 6: fools gold

track 7: night changes

track 8: no control

track 9: fireproof || undecided player @mattyanonwrites

track 10: spaces

track 11: stockholm syndrome

track 12: clouds

track 13: change your ticket

track 14: illusion

track 15: once in a lifetime || nico hischeir by @fallinallincurls

track 16: act my age

ALBUM 5: MADE IN THE A.M. (2015)

track 1: hey angel

track 2: drag me down

track 3: perfect

track 4: infinity

track 5: end of the day

track 6: if i could fly

track 7: long way down

track 8: never enough

track 9: olivia

track 10: what a feeling || undecided player @mattyanonwrites

track 11: love you goodbye

track 12: i want to write you a song

track 13: history

track 14: temporary fix

track 15: walking in the wind || quinn hughes by @writingonleaves

track 16: wolves

track 17: a.m. || brady skjei by @jxmieoleksiaks

remember, once a track is claimed it’s gone! tagging some moots: @laurenairay @comphy-and-cozy @mattyanonwrites @2manytabsopen @lam-ila @ilyasorokinn @senditcolton @cellythefloshie @fallinallincurls

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Martyn meets Sausage for the first time, and picks a fight with his dragon

Martyn: "A dragon? Will Sausage let you--uh, will you let Sausage ride you?" Undecided, currently, undecided. Know what, I'm gonna do this--

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Martyn: I heard him. I think I heard Sausage. (three seconds of silence, then he gasps at the same time a goat horn plays) I see him! Hold on a minute--oh, this could end badly, I may not have the durability for this--or the stamina for this. Oh gosh. (four seconds of tense silence) Oh gosh. (the goat horn plays again) Sausage: Yes! Martyn: Hold on, hold on--! Sausage: You're making it, come on! (Martyn makes it, laughing in relief while Sausage cheers) Martyn: This dragon can fly, bay-bee! Sausage: Wow, you're so thick. Martyn: Dude, I am, I'm a big dragon. Sausage: Stand next to me, let me see something? (a brief pause, Martyn going into 3rd person so he can see what Sausage wants) Sausage: Oh my good god, you're a thick and tall boy! Martyn: Mhm. Sausage: I thought I was tall, being elf. You're a big dragon man. Martyn: You've never met a dragon quite like me, I promise you that much. (goat horn goes off) Wait, is that somebody else--? Sausage: I rode a dragon the other day. Martyn: Did you do the horn just then, or somebody else? Sausage: That's me! I just like tooting my own horn from time to time. Martyn: Oh, jeez, okay-- Sausage: I've been looking for you, I have something for you, for a particular-oh, you know, icy boy. Martyn: Okay, what is it? Sausage: I found this and I can't use it 'cause I am fire but oh god--I'm a fire, uh, man, so, I found this, right here. (he drops a 'Glacial Gladius' on the ground) Martyn: (gasps) Whoa, hold on a minute. Sausage: Glacial.

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Martyn: I'm gonna come through your portal, I wanna see where you live. Sausage: Come over here! Come to RPG Town. It's a lovely little establishment-- Martyn: Oh, is this where RPG Town is? Sausage: (unintelligible)--with the thick, you're so thick you pushed me out! Martyn: Yeah, sorry, one at a time when I'm here, one at a time.

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Sausage:--and, one of your family members is-is outside. Martyn: Oh, um, I'm not--I'm not really-- Sausage (at the same time): This is Buns, right here. Martyn: --speaking to, uh, other dragons, right now. Sausage: '--to other drag--' Oh, oh yeah, he's looking at you funny, I think he remembers you. Martyn (sounding dubious): Maybe. Sausage: Look at him, he's staring you down Martyn: Yeah, I've-- Sausage:--oh, he went to bed, he went to sleep. Martyn: I've fallen out out with--maybe just about all of them--I dunno, maybe it's a different story if they're down here, but. I'm not sure. Sausage: Oh, hmm. It's okay--y-y'know, Buns will be nice, B-buns is with me, also, Buns is with Ren, too, we're dragon bros, so, now you're part--you're an official dragon, so, uh, we can all be a nice happy family now. Martyn, quietly: Well, I mean at least he has wings. Sausage: Yeah, he does--oh, what happened to your wings? Martyn (sounding cagey): Mmm, don't wanna talk about it. Sausage: Ooh, it's gone? Did you cu--you got them clipped? Martyn: No, no. Sausage: Yeah? Maybe we could do some magic later on to make them grow back. Martyn: You can-you can do that? Sausage: Yeah, well, I am, uh, working towards my mage-ing, you know? A very powerful mage--also, a very powerful high elf. You like my ears? I pierced them last week. Martyn: Oh wow, yeah look at--oh, you go invisible whenever you crouch. Sausage: Oh, yeah, its a special power. Oli's very upset because I've stole his thing, because he's an actual thief, and he kinda like, goes invisible on command. Me, I've just got this cloak. I bought--I got this cloak. (gasps) Is that long hair braid on the side? Martyn: It is. Sausage: Oh, very fashion. Ooh, fashion, beautiful! Martyn: I think I need to take the backpack off for you to be able to see it all properly, hold on a second. Sausage: Oh, take your backpack off, yeah, let me see it let me see your backside! Martyn: There it is. Sausage: Oooh! Ooh, that's very nice. I have man-bun, You see my--I have man-bun. Right there in the back. Martyn: Oh, wait, hold on. Sausage: I have man-bun. Martyn: Stop crouching. (starts laughing) Sausage: Oh sorry I'm invisible I forgot! I have man-bun, I have man-bun. Martyn: Oh, yeah, I see the man-bun. I mean, I got-- Sausage: Oh yeah, it's a little man-bun. Martyn: I got dragon ears, but, that's about it. Sausage: Oh, those are very good ears, yeah, yeah very aerodynamic. Y'know, I-if I'm riding you, I could hold on to those and we fly, once we get your wings back. Martyn: Oh my gosh. Sausage: I could use those to steer. Martyn: Well, this was good-- Sausage, laughing: You're so tall, oh, man-- Martyn: I can't believe we've--I can't believe this happened naturally.

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Sausage:--it's this one, you're gonna love this. Watch this. Stand right there, ready? Martyn: Uh huh? Sausage: (unintelligible) Martyn: ...the hell just happened? (Sausage laughs, and then Martyn hits him with his frost breath) Sausage: Ohh, you-- Martyn: Yeahhhh, brrr, cold! (uses his frost breath into the air) Sausage: Oh-oh my god, you have cold power-- Martyn: Uh huh. Sausage: Do it in the face--do me in the face. (Martyn hits him in the face with his frost breath, and the sound of damage takes place) Sausage: That is the-that's the most amazing thing I've ever seen in my life, you just blew me in the face-- Martyn, at the same time (and moving over to Buns): Lets see what he thinks, you're looking--(uses his frost breath on Buns) Sausage: Oh no, he's going to kill you--! Martyn: Oh, god, oh jesus, oh god, I'll leave, I'll leave I'll leave I'll leave-- Sausage: Oh no! It's okay-- Martyn: (sighs in relief) Okay. I mean--all interactions have to end sometime or another. (a few seconds of silence as he breathes out a laugh, attacks a skeleton) Ay yai yai. I didn't think Buns was--I mean, it makes sense, right? But I dunno. The frost had to happen eventually.

[kckt88]

Harrenhal and the Rivers.

Summary:

Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen arrives at Harrenhal and encounters the mysterious Alys Rivers.

With the war for the Iron Throne raging, Alys offers Aemond a chance at victory over the Blacks.

Will he accept?

Warning(s): Choices, Temptation, Prophetic Visions, Mentions of child loss.

Word Count: 838

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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As Aemond spent hours pouring over maps and scrolls, he paid no mind to Alys Rivers who would often hover around the edge of the makeshift camp.

Alys quietly observed Aemond. Like a coiled snake in the grass, just waiting for the right moment to strike.

The young Princes dragons blood sang to her like a sweet song.

He was the one she had been waiting for.

This young dragon would serve his purpose much better than the Rogue Prince.

Alys could see the fire inside the silver haired Prince and soon those same fires would lick her womb when his child would grow within her.

Talk of the young dragons wife and son were of little concern.

The rider of the mighty Vhagar would soon give her his seed and she would have her babe.

However, something puzzled Alys, the Prince seemed unaffected by her lingering gazes, lesser men had fallen to their knees with just one look. Yet the prince was unmoved.

No matter there were other methods that she could use to bring the silver dragon into her arms.

“Is there a reason why you hover around my encampment?” asked Aemond.

“You seek to wage war on the Rogue Prince”.

“-And what business is it of yours” snapped Aemond.

“I’ve come to offer my assistance” said Alys sweetly, her fingers moving through the dark air.

“-And how will you do that?” asked Aemond.

“I can see much and more within the flames. I can help you win your war,” said Alys smiling.

“What do you want in exchange for your help?” asked Aemond, his gloved hand curling around the pommel of his sword.

“As with all things there is a price to pay my Prince. If it is victory, you desire then I will have a child from your seed in return” replied Alys.

“You want me to give you a bastard?” questioned Aemond, his single amethyst eye narrowing.

“That is the price my Prince” replied Alys cocking her head to the side.

“I will not dishonour my wife or our marriage by laying with another woman” snarled Aemond as he turned his back on the witch and began to walk away.

“Not even for the sake of Rhaegar or your unborn daughter?” asked Alys innocently.

“W-What did you say?” asked Aemond stopping in his tracks and turning to face the dark haired witch once more.

“You already lost one child; do you really want to risk losing another?”

“Tell me what you know” demanded Aemond as he stalked forward.

“Silver stained with crimson, a sister of darkness piercing amethyst. A last remnant lost to the eye of the gods”.

“What?” questioned Aemond.

“Or many babes born from the seed of the gēlenka zaldrīzes” whispered Alys (Silver dragon).

‘gēlenka zaldrīzes’ Aemond closed his eye remembering when his sweet wife called him that for the first time.

“No one but my wife calls me that” said Aemond, his lip curling as he stared down at the witch.

“Your future is undecided. You stand at a fork in the road of destiny. Which way you turn is entirely up to you my Prince” replied Alys.

“How do I know which way to turn?”.

“You don’t” replied Alys shrugging.

Aemond thought about the witches words and what she was offering.

He wondered if the consequences of such a thing would even be worth it. He was a man of honour and decency; he had meant every vow he’d spoken to his sweet wife on their wedding day.

Their precious Aemon had been ripped away from them so violently, that if the same fate was to befall Rhaegar, then he knew that neither he nor Vaera would survive it.

He promised his wife that he would protect Rhaegar, that no harm would come to him. That he would kill Daemon for what he took from them.

Despite the promises he’d made, it was his wife, his twin flame that he couldn’t stop thinking about in that moment.

The thought of losing Vaera, almost ripped Aemond’s soul from his body. She was his everything. His reason for existence. Without her, he was nothing.

He could almost imagine the look of betrayal on her face, her eyes that once looked at him with love and adoration would look upon him with scorn and disgust once she learned of his betrayal.

Planting a bastard in the belly of a woods witch would forever serve as a reminder of his infidelity and stain the babe his wife currently carried within her.

He couldn’t do it.

Not to Vaera.

Not to Rhaegar and not to his unborn babe.

What the witch was offering, what she required. The price was too steep. Aemond had far too much to lose.

“I cannot give you what you ask” said Aemond firmly.

“Mayhaps you should think about it my Prince” said Alys quietly.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he walked away.

Leaving the witch standing alone in the blackened ruins of Harrenhal.

The young dragon was stronger than she thought.