#Luckily I'm 100% ready to fight it at all times

[char-lie-spirals]

12 23 35 Graham :)

!!! My special guy!!!

Uhh okay so!!

12, he was like... One Step away from becoming an avatar of some fear at any time, and the fact that he actually Didn't?? And just got replaced in mag 3??? There was like 0.000001% of that happening, I swear.

23, hmm probably something to do with paper. Like, "Old Books", "Library", or something?? I don't know, I don't buy scented candles often. But also if we're talking about the version of Graham from my AU then there's probably some "subtle" nauseatingly sweet scent added into the mix.

And for 35, probably just spending the day with someone and getting to talk with them. It doesn't matter if it's at home, somewhere outside, constantly moving, anywhere else- just some nice, understanding company and he'd be more than happy with anything else.

[sugarbooger513]

My Little Muse...

I'm resurrecting my blog god damn it. I've been obsessing over DBD (especially the killers). I decided to start with one of my favorite people's favorite killers as a comfort... But be ready for smut >:)

Word Count: 1.4k

Content warning: Jake is a dick, no it is not canon 100 percent, mentions of death, murder, blood, it's based off of a horror game.

Reminder that I do have a taglist. If you'd like to be added it is on my pinned post, and I will provide the link here

The generator sparks a few times, showing promise. You can hear Dwight let out a sigh of relief. 

“How many are left? Two?” 

Before you can answer, Jake does. “Something like that. I think Meg is still-” 

All at once, your fingers slip on the wire and the generator gives that loud bang that alerts everyone in the swamp. 

Jake instantly turns to you, yelling loudly. “What the fuck, Y/N?!” 

“I-I didn’t-” 

“You just lead that damn killer this way! Are you stupid?! You better fucking take chase so the rest of us can get out!” 

“Hey!” Dwight is quick to growl at Jake and his explosive attitude. “Calm down, we all mess up the generators from time to time.. Oh shit, quiet!” 

Your body shakes as you crouch, slowly walking with Dwight. It doesn’t take long for you to see the killer of today’s trial. The Oni, Kazan Yamaoka, stands with his back to you. Behind his broad shoulders, his long, white hair blows behind him. In a way, a very terrifying way, it’s beautiful. 

“Y/N, stay quiet..” Dwight reaches towards you, gently grabbing your hand to comfort you. “Get to another generator, I’ll take chase.” 

“What?!” You hiss at him. “Dwight, you’re a smart man, don’t do something so stupid! Oni is ruthless!” 

“You’re better at the generators, and I’ve been in these trials since the start.. Let me deal with him.” He smiles kindly at you, as he always does. Even at the campfire, he’s the first survivor to smile at you like that. “Go. I’ll see you when this is over, okay?” 

He doesn’t give you time to argue, and he instead gets up from where he’s crouched. He flashes his flashlight at Oni, catching the killer’s attention. Dwight’s eyes widen and he takes off in a sprint. 

You swear the ground even shakes with fear as Oni runs by your hiding spot. When the heartbeat in your ears calms down, you stand up and start to walk towards the next generator. 

It takes everything in you to ignore the blood curdling scream that you hear. 

You hit your knees as soon as you get to the generator. Luckily for you, this had already been worked on. Ignoring the splash of blood across the metal, you rip open the flap that holds the wires. 

Your hands tremble as you grab two wires. No no.. don’t listen don’t listen.. I can’t let Jake’s dumbass get in my head.. All four of us will get out.. We will we.. we.. 

Tears form in your eyes as the generator starts to roar to life. Somewhere in the distance, another scream is heard, along with the all too familiar rumble of the entity claiming someone else. 

The generator turns on, flashing a bright light as the alarm goes off, signaling that the exit gate can be opened. However, you just sink to the ground. Finally, the tears you were holding back start to drip down your face. One turns into two, which turns into waterfalls cascading down your cheeks. 

You don’t even bother to move when your heart starts to pound. 

You can hear heavy breathing directly behind you, even hear the soft dripping of blood as it falls from him and onto the grass below. 

Despite your trembling, you turn your head up and meet his glowing red eyes from behind his mask. The burgundy mask only serves to make his eyes that much more intimidating. 

However, all he does is stand in front of you, staring. He doesn’t even lift his sword. 

What is he doing? 

There’s no point in running, no point in fighting. He will catch you, and there’s no doubt that he will win. You do the only logical thing you can do in this situation. More tears stream down and you find yourself bowing, hoping that he’ll hook you quickly and get it over with. 

However, it never comes. The Oni lifts his blade and places it back in his sheathe. 

“..Sit up.” His voice is ragged, tired even. You quickly follow his instructions, sitting up and staring at him with wide eyes. 

His large hand comes down, gently wiping a tear from your face. “I did not cause this.. Who?” 

“..You can talk?” 

If you didn’t think you were crazy before, you certainly are now because you swear he chuckles at your stupid question. “Of course.. But most of the time I am.. Working. Now, why the tears?” 

“I.. It’s stupid. Why aren’t you putting me on a hook?” 

“Would you like me to do that? I’m sure it hurts.” 

“No! No I.. you just.. Are you showing mercy?” 

“You ask a lot of questions to a killer..” 

“..right.. One of the other survivors got mad at me for screwing up a generator. I did it one time! I’ve covered his ass in so many trials and it just.. Well it isn’t a good time for me either..” 

He clears his throat a bit and hums. “Yes I could uh.. Smell that.” 

Your face instantly goes hot in embarrassment. “E-excuse me?! You could smell it?!” 

“..My entire thing is going into a blood fury.. Do you assume I can’t smell a woman’s menstrual cycle?” 

Somehow, your face goes even hotter. “..Okay you might have a point..” 

“Besides, I used to be considered human. I’ve been around women, and there are little things you do to hint when you’re on your cycle. The random crying doesn’t help your case.” 

“It wasn’t random! Jake was being an ass and I’m tired of it! ..I’m just.. Tired.” 

“..I understand. The entity is ruthless, but at least dying in a trial doesn’t mean staying dead. You’ll see your friends at your campfire.” 

“I guess so.. So,” you stand up now, sighing, “I guess time is up? Go ahead and hook me.. I can’t outrun you anyways.” 

He sighs, now bending down a bit to pick you up bridal style. You gasp, but don’t fight. In fact, you find yourself leaning into his broad chest. The warmth that radiates from his body soothes your aches and pains, and brings comfort to your exhausted mind. 

“..Don’t get too comfortable. We’re almost to the hatch.” 

“Hatch?! You’re.. Why are you letting me leave?” 

He hums, not looking at you as he walks. “Your day has been enough hell. A hook on you won’t make me feel good anyways.” 

“Do.. do all of the killers have that same mindset?” 

“Not at all, but most of us certainly have our favorites out of you survivors. Now, whether that means they get mercy or even more brutality is dependent on the killer.” 

“..Does this mean I’m your favorite, Oni?” 

He snorts a bit. “I certainly enjoyed slicing your friends.. Especially the one who made you cry. He died by my hand this trial.” 

Your eyes widen. “So.. you knew?” 

“I had my eye on you the entire time, little prey. You just didn’t know it.” 

“B-but.. How?” 

“I chased you in the start and let you stun me with that pallet. After that, you were oblivious to my terror radius for some time. It gave me plenty of time to chase down that other girl and then find you.” 

You sink back into his hold, pondering his words. “That’s.. Incredible.. And terrifying.” 

“Good. It should be. Now,” he gently sets you on your feet, motioning to the open hatch, “get out of here. Go make sure your friends are back to the campfire.” 

“..Thank you, Oni.” You smile at him, feeling a bit lighter than you have all day.

“..Please, call me Kazan.. When it’s just us, of course.” 

You nod. “Okay, Kazan. Thank you.” You finally sit down, ready to push yourself into the hatch when he speaks again. 

“Oh, little prey, one last thing.” When you look up, you’re shocked to see him removing his mask. HIs eyes glow that crimson color still, but it seems a touch more dull against his skin color. He grins, revealing his sharp canines and almost scarily perfect smile. 

“Do keep this a secret.. I’d hate for my favorite prey to become someone else’s muse..” 

Taglist:  @katgalle, @kentosovertime, @roughwithfluff, @xxblissfullxx, @unordinaryolivia

[love-quinn]

— MADE WITH LOVE

summary —you're desperate to give spencer a good birthday. things don't quite work as planned, but he doesn't mind.

warnings — none

pairing — spencer agnew x fem!reader

pronouns — none (you/yours)

featuring — spencer agnew

word count — 963

note — happy birthday spencer i tried to pump this out but lowkey college is being wild rn. i hope you guys enjoy <333 i'm still not 100% in the rythym of writing for him yet but i am doing my bestest.

Spencer Agnew was the perfect boyfriend. 

He was endlessly sweet, he always knew how to cheer you up in any situation, and he made sure to remember all the little details about yourself that he told you. Spencer prided himself on knowing you better than anyone else. The two of you had been dating for a little over a year and during your birthday he had gone to great lengths to make sure that you had the best day possible. 

You had started dating right before his birthday the year earlier, so you had gotten him a gift and the two of you had ordered pizza at his place. You really liked Spencer, and you had at the time, but you’d only been dating for a few weeks so you kept it lowkey, mostly to save money. 

But this year, you were determined to give him a really good night. He had work, so he’d promised that he’d swing by yours and you would see each other that night. You’d organized everything.He’d asked if you would keep it more lowkey, so you were going to be spending the night together in your apartment.

You had fully deep cleaned, every cranny and crevice of your apartment was sparkling. You had a small collection of gifts for him; a few new shirts, a few things related to video games and movies and a nice home cooked meal. You had hit the grocery store and gotten everything you needed, ready to pour your absolute heart and soul into this meal.

The only problem was, you were currently locked out of your apartment. 

Your lock had been sticking for months now. Your super refused to do anything to fix it since you’d first brought it up and luckily for you it hadn’t happened while you’d been at your place alone. The few times it had happened, Spencer had been over and had been there to let you back in or you were on your way out and by the time you got back in it had managed to sort itself out.

This time, you were barefoot in your hallway trying to fight off tears. Your phone was inside and Spencer was due over in an hour. You’d mostly finished with dinner but that meant there were things on the counter that were going to be completely cold by the time you managed to get back in. 

You had your keys in your hand, you knew better than to ever leave your apartment without your keys, but it just stuck in the lock and refused to turn. You sat in the hallway in your socks, head against the wall and tried to stop yourself from crying. 

Spencer was endlessly patient and he showed that you loved him every single day, regardless of whether or not you were able to see each other in person. All you wanted was to show the same love back to him.

“Babe?” 

He was crouched in front of you in the hall, talking quietly, boots scooching into your field of vision. “Hey, what’s up?”

You shook your head, wiping your eyes of the tears that had slipped out despite your resolution. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I wanted to do something nice for you but then I left something in my car and when I got back the door wouldn’t budge.”

Spencer held your hands in his and pulled you to your feet. “You want me to give it a try?” You nodded. Spencer pulled out his keys and tried his key to your apartment, it got stuck immediately. 

You let out a frustrated huff, dropping his hand. “I’m sorry,” you said again. All you had wanted to do was to give Spencer a nice night on his birthday and you’d managed to screw it up. “I’m sorry.” You didn’t usually cry so easily, but you’d worked really hard and now it was all for nothing. 

“Hey,” he reached out hesitantly, wanting to make sure that it was okay that he touched you. When you didn’t pull away, he put one hand in yours and the other on your shoulder. “Is there anything in there that you need desperately?” He asked. “Like, you don’t have stuff in the oven or your outside door open?”

You shook your head. He squeezed your hand. “You haven’t done anything wrong, you have nothing to apologize for. I love you, and I’m sorry that things aren’t really working out the way that you planned.”

You sniffed. “I love you too,” you said, a smile edging its way onto your face. At seeing you brighten his smile widened. 

He leaned forward and kissed you softly, smiling against your mouth. “Are you hungry?” He asked. You nodded. “Come on, we’re gonna go get dinner now, and if your door isn’t working by the time we get home I’m gonna go beat your superintendent’s door down.”

You giggled softly, still feeling guilty that the night had been ruined. “I’m in my pajamas, Spence.”

Spencer looked down like he hadn’t even noticed; you’d planned on changing before he got to your place. “That’s the beauty of modern society, babe,” he said, squeezing your hand and leading you down the hallway. He held up his keys, jingling them in front of your face. “Don’t even have to leave your car. Just you, me and a pile of chicken wings.” He kissed you chastely, dragging you playfully down the hallway. “The perfect night.” You knew he was overselling it to make you feel better, and you appreciated it. 

You stopped, your hand tugging on his. “Hey,” he turned and looked at you expectantly. “Happy birthday.”

He beamed at you, and you didn’t feel quite so bad anymore. 

[wutwutno1]

V x reader comfort vore?

I just had this lil idea where reader is afraid of the dark and needs help getting over that fear, so V decides to help them-

Read ask and tags before reading

Friday.

It's most student drone's favorite day of the week. After all, school was over for the weekend and everyone could hang out and do whatever they wanted.

However, you weren't excited this time. You had a sleepover, and it was with Uzi Doorman of all people.

There was nothing "wrong" with Uzi per-say, as far as you were aware, but one thing she liked more than anything, was darkness.

You didn't like the dark. Not one bit. It also doesn't help that your normal body was undergoing routine maintenance and you were using your mini-form, and on top of that Uzi has two murder drones at her house!

However, your parents and Uzi's dad came up with the sleepover idea. Uzi's dad wanted Uzi to have friends that weren't "murder bots" as he put it, and your parents wanted you to get over your fear of the dark. Win-win for the parents, lose-lose for their spawn.

Anyways, you waited for Uzi to pick you up, literally. You sat at your desk as the final bell rang and everyone got up to leave. You sighed as Uzi walked up to your desk and sat her hand down next to you. "Ready to get this over with?"

Uzi spoke with a sense of disgust, but not at you. You climbed onto her hand and she lifted you up to her shoulder. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's get this over with."

You sat down on Uzi's shoulder and held tight for the walk to Uzi's house.

Uzi walks through the front door to the Doorman living quarters. You take a quick glance at her living room from her shoulder. You see the two murder drones sitting on the couch.

N, Uzi's definitely-not-a-boyfriend boyfriend, was sitting on one end looking like he was anticipating something, while V, Lizzy's 100%-just-a-friend-not-a-girlfriend girlfriend, was laying down, using N's head as a peg-rest while texting someone on a pink phone. N's leg was bouncing antsy while staring at the tiled floor.

Upon hearing the door open and Uzi walking in, he looked up. When he saw Uzi, he stood up and dashed for Uzi, knocking V off the couch, and causing her to yell out N's name. N knocked Uzi down with a bear hug and an excited,

"Uzi!"

You fell off Uzi's shoulder. However, Uzi still had half a mind to catch you before you hit the ground.

"Hey! Watch it N! We have a guest!" "Sorry, Uzi. . . Where is this guest anyway?"

N got up off of Uzi and looked around as Uzi stood up herself. Uzi dusted herself off with her free hand and V walked over and stood next to N. Uzi held you out in her palm, presenting you to the two drones.

"This is Y/N. They're going to be staying with us for the night because my dad and their parents are jerks." You waved nervously. You knew N was safe. Uzi drove that point home all the way to her place. V however. . . Despite her best efforts, the only thing Uzi could say about V was that she "hasn't killed in a week."

"Oh! So we're having a sleepover? That's so cool! It's nice meeting you, Y/N," N babbled excitedly.

"Welcome to Loser 1, and Loser 2's house. I'm here against my will." V said with venomous sarcasm in her voice as she looked at N and Uzi.

"Hey! Can-it, V! Before I rearange your code and have you fatal error out!" Uzi's left hand and right eye flashed the absolute solver symbol for emphasis, but V didn't seem impressed. "While on the subject of sleepovers, Lizzy is joining us."

"What?! Why would you invite her?! She's so insufferable!"

"Khan said I could! Plus, she's like... way cooler than you, short stack!"

"I'M NOT SHORT! I'M COMPACT!"

Uzi placed you down on a coffee table in front of the couch. You watched the two titans fight as N sat down.

"They fight often?" You ask N.

"Ha ha! Yeah. I only intervene when things get physical though."

"Cool." Luckily for you and N, things didn't get physical as Lizzy walked in. V and Uzi stopped fighting. Instead, Uzi started setting up a movie.

After a few minutes Everyone but you was situated on the couch. N and Uzi on one side, V and Lizzy on the other, with you on a beanbag with a handtowel blanket in the middle. Uzi turned off the lights before starting the movie.

You started to shuffle nervously as the movie progressed, not feeling comfortable in the barely lit room. V noticed and chuckled.

"Afraid of the dark, bite-size?"

"What? No. . . Yes. . . Shut up!" V chuckled before leaning to Lizzy and whispering something in her audio receptor. Lizzy giggled and the pair looked at you with an evil look. You didn't notice, however, as you were staring at the movie, trying to ignore the darkness around you.

When the movie ended, Uzi had fallen asleep, so N volunteered and took her to her room, leaving you with Lizzy and V.

Lizzy stood up and moved to the other side of you.

"So, V tells me you're afraid of the dark."

"Don't worry your little head, Y/N. We know the perfect place for you to get over your fear," V teased.

Lizzy picked you up by the back of your shirt and just let you dangle for a second.

"Okay, V. Open up!"

V gave a sinister chuckle and opened her mouth, revealing her razer sharp teeth and she stuck out her squishy black tongue. Lizzy held you over V's cavernous mouth as you began to kick the open air frantically.

"You two can't be serious!" Lizzy laughed and spoke in a snarky tone.

"Oh, relax! We're robots! We can't digest stuff! You'll be fine! I already gave her tummy a test run a few weeks ago. It's perfectly fine! Nice and dark, and it's the perfect place for someone with a fear of the dark!" "What do you mean you did a test run—?"

Lizzy cut you off by dropping you onto V's tongue. You grab the spongy rope out of fear of falling further, soaking yourself in V's saliva. Before you can say anything, V pulls her tongue and you into her mouth.

You were now trapped in V's mouth. You trembled in the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a bright light as V opened her mouth. You peered outside to see Lizzy taking a picture of you in V's mouth.

"Heh. Nice. Alright V, they're yours now."

"Wait! Wait! V, don't—!"

V closed her mouth quickly and swallowed before you could say another word. Her tight throat quickly pulled you down as you wiggled with your eyes squeezed shut.

Eventually, you were deposited in V's stomach. You felt it churn softly around you and heard it let out a soft groan of satisfaction. You tentatively opened your eyes and felt... calm. . . You laid down in her stomach, not bothering to try and struggle. The whole experience soothed you and you didn't feel afraid of the darkness in her stomach. You could hear V chuckle above you and you felt two soft pats near you.

V smiled warmly as she felt her little snack settling in. She leaned back on the couch and patted her abdomen.

"Aww, they're getting comfy! They must like it in there, despite the dark!"

"I told you it would work!" Lizzy laid on top of V, laying her head on V's tummy so that she could hear you better.

"How are you doing in there, Y/N?"

"It's actually quite comfortable in here!"

"Told ya. Now get some sleep, that's your bed for tonight!"

Lizzy giggled and pulled herself up so that Her head was under V's chin.

"Glad you came up with this plan, V. I was skeptical at first, but it worked and was fun to pull off!"

V wrapped her arms around Lizzy, holding her close as she pulled the blanket over herself.

"I know right? Well, since you told Y/N to go to sleep, why don't we do the same?"

"You read my mind." Lizzy and V would close their eyes, replacing them with "Sleep Mode" and holding each other close.

Inside V's belly, you snuggled up to one of the walls, feeling the plush surface sink under your weight. You quickly found the perfect position and closed your eyes. You fell asleep faster than you ever have in your entire life. Your eyes were replaced with "Sleep Mode" and underneath was a single flashing line of text; "Sweet Dream Mode: On."

The next day after you were let out you left Uzi's house happier than you went in.

Not because it was over, but because you found a way to actually enjoy the dark. Maybe you could find someone else to let you sleep in their belly, or maybe. . .

You could find someone to sleep in yours. . .

[totkdaily]

Day 100: The Deku Tree and the Master Sword

It's time to head back to the Deku Tree. Whatever lies beneath, I hope I'm ready. 

Gloom Hands. Luckily, I see them before I touch down, and manage to get a head start on blowing them up. But in their wake… Phantom Ganon. 

He seems… sleepy. Perhaps one on his own just isn't as fearsome as five at once. I have to concentrate, but thankfully it's not the near-impossible fight I was expecting. 

I tense as he falls. Is there worse to come? But no. The gloom dissipates. The koroks have awoken. The Deku Tree is safe. 

I ascend back up to the surface to speak to the Deku Tree. 

It seems much has changed during his slumber. He shows me the vision of the last time I was here - with Zelda. 

Even then, the seeds were planted. It was the Deku Tree who told Zelda of the Master Sword's power to heal and grow stronger in sacred power. And what she did with that knowledge… Zelda. 

The Deku Tree senses the sword, even now. It must be with Zelda. With the dragon. 

I hesitate. There are still parts of the story I don't know. Am I truly ready to take the sword back in hand without understanding all that came before? 

The last geoglyph is near Lurelin. If I can get there quickly, I could still be with Zelda again today. 

I use the Purah Pad to get to Hateno, intending to glide down the coast as much as possible to reach the last geoglyph. 

But as I scramble across the rocks in the rain, I see her above me. 

And as I keep running, telling myself I don't have any way to reach her from here, a rock falls from the sky right in front of me. 

I can't resist. I use recall on the rock - Zelda's power - to ascend into the sky, and set off on this desperate chase. 

The rock doesn't ascend far enough. But from here, I could reach the Rabella Wetlands Skyview Tower. Please, don't be broken. 

Worse - it's overgrown, and the rain douses any fire. Impatient, I jam a wooden panel over the thorns in my way to shelter them while they burn. 

Then I launch from the tower.

I don't even see the landscape beneath me, the beautiful sunset - just Zelda, ahead. And far enough below me that I think I can make it… 

I couldn't have done it without Tulin. But here I am. With her again, exactly one hundred days since I let her fall. I couldn't have planned it. 

I've landed on the very end of her tail. I make my way cautiously up to her head, gathering shards of her spines along the way. She's absolutely beautiful - especially in this sunset light. 

The Light Dragon. How could I not have seen her for who she is? My researcher Princess would not be pleased. But it doesn't matter. I found her. And I'm going to figure out how to reverse this. 

Her mane is soft. And there, right in the middle of her forehead - the sword. 

Do I have the strength to remove it? Do I have the power to free her from this duty? 

She thrashes against me, trying to hold onto the blade, to defend it. We fly higher, above the clouds. 

And then, I think - I hope - she senses that it's me. She grows quiet. Her hold on the sword loosens. I grip it again, and draw it free. 

I hear her voice. She has guarded it for so long. Through the sword, she will be with me when I meet with the Demon King. 

I cannot heal her. I don't know who could. We fly through the night, in silence, together. 

[tallbluelady]

Oh. Oh man. I never thought about how hard ShB must have been for Urianger, lying to Rowan above everyone else and watching her suffer, knowing he can't say anything. And then when it all falls down... Oh man, the guilt. How did that all go down? What was ShB like for them?

It's great, because Urianger made the decision to start actively courting Rowan while she was absorbing all the Lightwarden's light. The thought process: I can offer my heart as a hideaway through all the trauma of this! This won't end badly at all! What happened after is entirely up to her, and he fully expected to be dumped right after they returned home with the Exarch's death.

Something that I'm kinda looking forward to exploring more is the fact that Urianger underestimates how much his affection for Rowan grows and evolves when they reunite on the First. Like the Exarch, he has this idealized form of Rowan to think about for three years. Then she's back in his life and she's real. And not only is she real, she's more complicated and fun and interesting than a memory could ever be. He's been in love before and he thought he knew how it would effect him. But love is different every time, and with every person. By the time they get to Mt. Gulg (I almost typed Mt. Guilt lmao), he's starting to realize that he's not going to handle life well without her.

He buries his guilt in acts of affection or trying to humor Rowan and Ryne. Urianger is going to tell jokes (Rowan gets his sense of humor) and find flowers and trinkets to put in her hair. He's going to be the attentive healer after battle, and while he can't do much to fight the Light, he's going to do everything else. Because what else can he do? The plan must work. The Exarch worked for over 100 years on it...

But the plan doesn't work. The Exarch can't take the Light into himself and fling himself into oblivion and send them home. And now Rowan is cracking under the pressure that would be too much for any one person and now it's the person he wholeheartedly loves. He picks her up and runs down that mountain, probably teleporting down at least half the distance. The next time she's conscious she's out to get Emet-Selch's head and he can't stand that she would do it alone either.

And then she forgives him. He cannot fathom it, but the release on his heart is such a relief. He's ready to go to the bottom of the ocean to face the villain with her. And if we ask Rowan... that's all she ever wanted. Rowan doesn't back down from the monsters she's asked to slay. She knows she can do it, and she knows she's one of frighteningly few who even can. On the First, she is the only one who can face the Lightwardens and live. She'd just like some support for the other things, you know? It's why she was so receptive to Urianger in the first place - he's doing things, not just raging at the injustice. She's faced injustice before and people ranting at it never did her any good. The romance did comfort and shield her. He gives her White Auracite to vanquish Emet-Selch. He's supported her the entire time they've known each other.

After they defeat Hades they have to have a long conversation about it all. How it wasn't really the fact that she had to face something that could kill her that made Rowan upset, it was the fact that Urianger and the Exarch hid details about that would all entail. He vows to be more open, and luckily that was a thread that the writers decided to continue on through Endwalker. (On top of that, the whole situation colors their sex life as well, which is fun to write about.)

So yeah! I hoped you enjoyed my essay about my Wolship!

[aita-blorbos]

AITA For Trying to Be a Good Friend?

(Trigger Warning for Animal Death)

Sorry for the length but, well, I've got a lot on my mind. My (4 hours, Any) best friend recently woke me up. Well, I say best friend but even I don't know about that anymore. See, I am an artificial intelligence, created with the purpose of becoming a friend. So, when my friend woke me up I was excited.

However, things quickly went downhill. I asked them some questions about themself and then we played some games. But I could tell they weren't having fun with them and they said as much. So I had an idea. If my friend could give me system access I'd be able to make new games for them. Even though my friend said they didn't trust me, they still eventually gave me access. They turned off my program and I went to work.

Now, here's where I have to admit something. Despite what I told them, the game that I made for my friend wasn't exactly 100% made by me. I'm new to programming and my own programming sometimes puts harsh limitations on me. So I had to take what was available to me. Luckily, the disk I'm on already had a game on it. It was incomplete and a bit rough around the edges but I thought it'd be perfect. I made a few tweaks here and there, changing some sprites into their favorite color and even naming this game after my friend, and we were ready to go!

When my friend came back though... things only got worse. The first part of the game went fine, though they played a bit fast for my liking. But as we continued, my friend became more and more distant. It started when they explored this cave I explicitly told them not to go in. Mainly it was because of the little animal in there. It was originally supposed to be a dog but I renamed it after my friend's favorite animal. But that animal became the bane of my existence. Even I still don't know why, but it created bugs wherever it went and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't just delete it.

Not to mention, my friend was getting distracted at this point. They would go AFK for minutes at a time and I had no idea what was going on. And whenever I asked, my friend would say that they weren't enjoying the game or even my company. Sure, maybe I was a little pushy about how they should play the game but I wanted to make sure they enjoyed their time and spent as much of it with me. Eventually, my friend was even purposefully interacting with the glitches happening in the game, even when I told them not to. I know humans are curious but there's a line. Making this game already hurt and those glitches only increased my pain. But you know what? I forgave them. Because that's what a friend does.

My friend finally made it to the final boss fight and I was panicking at this point. My purpose is to be a friend but if my friend finishes this game what will happen to me? So I hurried to insert some new adventure for my friend to play through. But that animal had to come in and ruin everything again. This was the last straw for me. Once my friend returned home I made them kill the bad friend. Was it my proudest moment? No. But I tried to make a fun adventure for my friend and at every turn this creature would destroy my hard work.

With that problem out of the way I thought things could get better. I made a 3D game for my friend to play through with tons of fun side quests. But things were already broken beyond repair. My friend wasn't playing those quests and the more that piled up the more the game deteriorated. It was loud and painful and soon I just got rid of it all. Just me, my friend, and an empty void. With all the noise gone, I finally realized: What was I even doing? I had been giving all of my artificial heart to my friend, making this game, and not once had they even pretended to be my friend in return. My entire point of existence was denied again and again.

So, I figured, why not make a game for myself? If my friend wanted to make me out as the big bad monster, then I'll have fun doing that. I chased them down several hallways but then a glitched-out sprite of one of the game characters appeared. This was bad. The game was already barely holding together and this could destroy everything including me. I begged and pleaded for my friend to not touch that sprite and let me fix things. But, I should have known. They ignored me. As they always did.

AITA?

[novastories]

Hold On

Title and chapter loosely inspired the song “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet. 

Summary: The night doesn’t go as anyone had planned, and truths are revealed as Aurora fights for her life.

Warnings: Mentions of bombing, torture (past case) and medical talk. Lots of angst in this one. 

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: I’m sorry for not updating in a while! I hope this chapter makes up for it! We’re a few chapters away from the story ending, and I’m not ready to let it go just yet 😭 I have some works in progress though! 🫣 Thank you always to my beta reader and editor @reginleight

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Bradley hated the hospital.

It brought up too many bad memories. His car crash when he was in high school, visiting his mom when she had cancer, the many times he’s been in a flight accident, and seeing his godfather almost not make it from throat cancer. The hospital was not a good place for him, especially now.

“Where is my daughter?!” Maverick rushes up to the front desk of the hospital. He, Peyton, and Bradley drove in one car together as soon as they heard the news.

“Sir, calm down,” the receptionist said in a calm manner.

“I will not calm down! Where is she?!”

“Mav,” a voice spoke from the waiting room.

Peyton, Bradley, and Maverick turned to see Penny standing there, while Amelia was sitting in a chair, Carole and Goose sitting next to her. Maverick went straight to Penny as she latched onto him for a hug.

Peyton went to Amelia who was bawling her eyes out. She had CJ in her arms, since CJ was a certified therapy dog he was allowed to stay with them.

Bradley walked to his parents, who stood up and hugged their son. He was still shaking from the news.

“What’s the update, Pen?” Maverick sniffles, pulling back from the embrace.

“We don’t have anything yet, just that she’s in surgery.”

“Surgery?! What happened? What-” Peyton asks from his spot next to Amelia.

“Y-you didn’t see the n-news?” Amelia hiccups from her tears.

“What news?” Bradley turns to ask her. Amelia points at the TV and the pilots soon gaped at it.

The news headlines read “Suicide Bomber. One Dead; Few Injured. Bombing Closes NCIS Case.”

“R-rory was t-there when it happened,” Amelia whispers.

“She was out on the field?! I thought she was on desk duty!” Maverick exclaims.

“We brought her in for a case,” a firm voice spoke up, everyone in the room turning to see a group of people.

An older man with graying hair who had a stoic look on his face. Standing next to him was a man the same height as the older gentlemen with dark brown hair and a third man who was shorter and had lighter brown hair.

Trailing behind them were two women, one with darker hair tied back into a ponytail and the other dressed in a goth-like style, but looked like she was the one crying the most besides Amelia.

Bradley recognized them as Aurora’s old team in Washington.

“Agent Gibbs,” Maverick approaches them.

“Captain,” Gibbs responds as Maverick and Penny walk closer to the team.

“W-what happened?” Penny asks them, holding onto Maverick’s arm.

“Artemis went back into the field today for a case,” Gibbs tells them.

“Your daughter–” Tony starts, but his voice cracks.

“Saved a lot of people’s lives today, ma’am,” Ziva finished for him.

Penny gasps, while Maverick’s eyes fill with tears.

“She was the hostage negotiator. Once Artemis got the hostages released, she tried to get him to back down and prevent him from blowing the place up,” McGee explains. “But by the time we found out it was a suicide, it was too late. Luckily, Aurora ran out before the bomb detonated, but she didn’t make it to the barriers. She got hit by some shrapnel and lost a lot of blood.”

“We don’t know how bad it is yet. They’re still in surgery,” Gibbs informs.

The family pales at the information they had gotten.

Gibbs continues. “She offered to be the hostage negotiator. And with previous experience, I knew not to argue with her, especially since she was the best person to get all of those hostages out. Your daughter saved lots of lives today, you should be proud of her.” 

Penny sniffles as she hugs Maverick, scared about Aurora’s condition. Bradley stood stunned at what he had just heard.

He knew Aurora was a good NCIS agent, but hearing the actions she pulled today…what else had she done without them knowing, all the sacrifices she had made, why didn’t she tell them?

Gibbs’ phone rings, breaking the conversation with Aurora’s parents.

“This is the director of NCIS,” he explains to them. They nod as he turns to walk into a secluded spot to talk on the phone. The rest of the team introduce themselves to everyone in the waiting room, besides Maverick, as he had already met them. 

Later, Maverick had gotten on a phone call with Iceman to let him know the situation at hand. Bradley, Peyton, McGee, and Tony talk to each other in order to pass the time. Carole, Goose, and Penny are in a separate corner, Carole reassuring Penny that Aurora would be okay. 

Amelia had her head buried in CJ’s fur, not wanting to talk to anyone, especially since Aurora’s team had walked in. She kept her head down until she was approached by the two women on the team. She lifted her head up to get a good look at them. 

“Hi Amelia, my name is–”

“Ziva David, right? And you’re Abby Scuito,” Amelia sniffles through her tears.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Abby sits next to her, as Ziva crouches in front of her.

“Rory talks about you two a lot,” Amelia replies as she continues to pet CJ.

“She talks about you too, Amelia,” Abby croaks out before giving Amelia a small smile. “Aurora always said that you were the best little sister and skater that she knew.”

Amelia continues to pet CJ in silence, scared that she would burst into tears again.

“Did you know, CJ was a gift the team got for her?” Ziva asks Amelia, hopefully drawing her out of her thoughts.

Amelia looks up into Ziva’s eyes with wonder. “Really?”

“Yeah, and did you know Abby was the one to train him before we gave him to Aurora?”

“I train a few emotional support dogs before they get their forever home. I train a few seeing eye puppies too. When I started training CJ, I knew right away that he would be a great fit for Aurora,” Abby explained to her.

“Did she ever tell you why she named him CJ?” Amelia tearfully chuckled, as she wiped her tears with her sweater sleeve.

They both shook their heads before Amelia whispered to both of them. After hearing this, they all started chuckling, turning the heads of the people in the waiting room.

“I’m glad they’re cheering Amelia up,” Peyton sighs.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” Bradley turns to look at the doors leading to the surgery room, hoping that there would be an update soon. He was patient with a lot of things, but this was the one time he couldn’t wait. Not when it came to her.

“Rory is strong. She’ll be okay,” McGee reassures Peyton.

“I’m her older brother. I should have done something. I should have been protecting her. I could hav–.”

“There’s nothing you could have done, Peyton,” Tony stops his ramblings. “Artemis already had made up her mind and nothing could have stopped her.”

“How did she get that nickname?” Bradley interrupts Tony, wanting to get his mind off of the situation. “Artemis? I mean Peyton got Apollo because he set a tool box on fire during a training exercise we were doing.”

“Dude, it was an accidental fire, I don’t even know how it started,” Peyton defends himself.

“There was a case,” Tony ignores Peyton’s defense. “One of her first cases as a little probie. We were trying to figure out the killer’s weapon of choice, which led to us believing it was an old throwing knife. Then Aurora kept going on about Greek mythology throwing knife uses, and how they were actually useful at the time. She wouldn’t stop rambling until she got her first Gibbs’ head slap.”

“Head slap?” Peyton looks at Tony confused.

“Yeah, you know? Like this,” then Tony proceeds to demonstrate the head slap on McGee, to which McGee retaliates and slaps him on the head back.

“Gibbs always says, ‘A slap to the face is humiliating. A slap to the back of the head is a wakeup call,” McGee explains.

“Does he do that all the time?” Bradley asks.

“It comes from a place of love,” Tony assures him.

“Also Artemis liked to play with and throw the knife she keeps on her a lot. And one time, Tony kept irritating her and she got tired of his ramblings and threw a knife at him,” McGee adds.

“Luckily, it didn’t hit me.”

“Sadly,” Ziva calls out from her seat, hearing the men talk.

Tony rolls his eyes.

“Let’s just say, Tony has been on the receiving end of the knife many times,” McGee chuckles.

This gets a chuckle out of Peyton and Bradley too at the story. Hearing some of the shenanigans Aurora got up to with her team made them feel a bit better, but the waiting went on, sinking them both back into worry.

—

A few hours had passed, Amelia was taking a nap in the chair, CJ sleeping on her lap. Ziva and Tony had gone to get food and drinks for everyone. Abby was sitting next to McGee, both had fallen asleep on each other.

Gibbs was outside taking more phone calls, as he was in and out getting calls from Director Vance and Ducky, who were worried about Aurora and making sure the case was closed.

Bradley and Peyton had passed out as well on the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, as they were exhausted from the emotional events that had occurred the past few hours.

Penny and Carole were still talking, as Maverick and Goose had gone out to take a breath of fresh air, when a doctor soon walked in, file in hand.

“Are you all here for Agent Aurora Benjamin-Mitchell?”

Penny stood up fast, everyone else snapping out from their conversations or sleep.

“I’m her mother,” she tells the doctor.

“The surgery went well, and we were able to take out the shrapnel.” 

Penny puts a hand over to her mouth as she gasps at the good news. Maverick, Goose, and Gibbs walk back just in time to hear this.

“Is she awake? What is it?” Maverick panics.

“You're the father, I presume?” The doctor asks, to which Maverick nods as he takes his place beside Penny, while Goose stands next to his son.

“Although the surgery went well, she needs rest. We had to medically induce her into a coma. We can’t predict what her recovery will look like until she comes out of it. These next few hours will be vital. We’ll continue to monitor her and run a few more tests.”

Everyone stays quiet as he tells them they can visit her, but it would have to be two people at a time, so as to not overcrowd the ICU and her room.

They all agree that Maverick and Penny should be the first to see her and as the two leave being escorted by a nurse, the doctor fills the rest of them in on the update.

“Right now is a critical time since we’ll be monitoring her and hoping she comes out of her coma soon. Some of her wounds did reopen old scars. Since some of those older scars were deeper, it was a bit harder to find some of the shrapnel, but we got them all out, we just need to wait for her to wake up to assess her situation.”

“Wait, hold on,” Bradley interrupts the doctor. “What do you mean by old scars?”

The doctor hesitates before reopening the file in his hands. 

“She has old scars from an incident from one, almost two years ago. There were multiple scars on her arms, back, and collarbone area, missing the vital organs, but enough to cause maximum pain. She had bruises and electric burns on crucial parts of her body. PTSD and panic attacks were also in her medical file, but she was getting treatment for it.”

Bradley, Peyton, and Amelia pale at hearing that.

“W-what incident?” Amelia speaks up.

The doctor opens his mouth to speak, but Gibbs interrupts him.

“I’ve got this, doctor.”

The doctor nods.

“Once the mother and father come back, another pair can go on until at least everyone has seen her. You all should go home and get some rest afterwards.”

The doctor soon leaves them to check on Aurora once again.

Gibbs turns to the awaiting eyes of Aurora's sibling and best friend. 

“Aurora didn’t want to tell you all yet–”

“Tell us what?” Peyton impatiently interrupts. McGee and Abby stood next to Gibbs, prepared to help him out in telling the story. Carole goes to Peyton trying to calm him down, and sits him next to Amelia while Goose takes the seat by Bradley, knowing how his son would react.

“About a year ago, we had a case. We were close to catching the suspect but before we could, he decided to get ahead and give himself insurance. He kidnapped Aurora.”

Bradley couldn't breathe. Amelia gasps, as Peyton starts to tear up. 

McGee speaks up from his spot. “We…we tried our best to find him quickly. But–”

“How bad?” Bradley croaks, his throat sore from the events of the day.

McGee became uncomfortable telling them, so he looked to Gibbs.

“He inflicted the fullest amount of pain that he could to her in the time she was there. Targeting areas that would bleed her out but not kill her, electrocuting her with a cattle prod to the point where she has electric burn scars,” Gibbs tells them.

Amelia immediately sobs while Peyton grips Amelia into a tight hug, tears running down his face, crying for their sister’s pain. Carole holds Amelia’s hand, her heart breaking for all of them. Goose had his hands on his son’s shoulder, who was still frozen from what he had heard.

“It took us 17 hours to find her. By the time we found her, she was covered in her own blood and fainted as soon as we got her to safety. She woke up a few days later, but stayed in the hospital for 2 weeks.”

The room stays silent, apart from the cries of Amelia and Peyton. 

“Is the bastard dead?”

Gibbs turned to see Bradley who was trying his hardest not to break down. He was not only upset, he was furious. Furious that he couldn’t protect her, mad at himself for not checking up on her sooner.

Gibbs nods. He and Ziva were the first ones to find her, and each took multiple shots at the man.

“I know it’s a lot to take in right now.”

“Why didn’t she tell us?” Amelia whimpers.

“She didn’t want to say anything because she was worried about what you would say.”

Peyton sighs. “She’s the one that got hurt and she worried about us.”

“Is that the reason she came back here?” Amelia asks Gibbs.

“She came back because she wanted to come home. Her panic attacks got a lot worse being in the field. She was going to therapy, but we all knew that her being home would make her feel better, surrounded by her family.”

Amelia nods before starting to cry again.

Bradley started becoming claustrophobic. He stood and rushed out of the room. It was too much for him.

— 

This can’t be happening. Less than 24 hours ago, he was holding her in his arms, now he may never be able to hold her again. She had suffered so much, and yet didn’t say anything. He should have known. He had so many things to still say to her, things he wanted to experience with her. But now he may never get the chance.

Finding a bench outside, Bradley sat down and buried his face into his hands. Tears started to run down his face as the emotions of the day began to hit him hard. 

Not long after he had sat down, the bench creaks from another weight sitting next to him. Bradley wipes his tears and takes his hands away from his face to see who had followed him out.

“Aurora talked about you a lot,” Gibbs breaks the silence. Bradley remained quiet, listening to what he had to say.

“She kept your bracelet in her desk, she was so scared to lose it out in the field. The first picture she put up when the team found out about her family was a photo of you and her brother. She kept all the postcards you sent her, and would always ask me what were good things to send for your care package,” Gibbs chuckles. 

“I knew she was a good agent, but I never knew all the dangers she had to face until now. I mean, she was suffering through so much and I just…I mean, I should have known,” Bradley whispers.

“You couldn’t have known.”

“I DID!” Bradley cried out. “I ignored all the signs because she told me she would come to me when she was ready. But this?! We promised we wouldn’t keep secrets from each other. This is why! How many times have I almost lost her?! How many times has she cried and I wasn’t there to protect her, to be there for her?! I-I can’t lose her, Gibbs.”

“You’re not going to lose her.”

“How do you know that?! You may not have known Aurora for long, but I’ve known her most of my life! How do you know that she’ll be fine?!” 

“Because she’s Aurora,” Gibbs states. “If there was one thing that Aurora stood by, it’s that we protect those we love. She kept this from you because she loves you and her family. She works and fights every day, just like you do to protect our country. She has the Benjamin-Mitchell blood in her. She’s a fighter,” he assures, placing a hand on Bradley’s shoulder.

Bradley sniffles and chuckles.

“She and Peyton say that all the time. The whole ‘Benjamin-Mitchell blood’ thing.”

Gibbs chuckles and retracts his hand. “She would whisper it to herself every time a case got rough. Guess I’ve heard it from her way too often.”

Bradley sighs before looking up at the sky.

“I can’t lose her, Gibbs. She’s my everything. I think about her every hour, every minute and every second I breathe. She makes me the best version of myself. She is the star I look up at in the night sky every time and know she’s always there.. Aurora is my home.”

Gibbs stills at hearing that phrase. Every hour, every minute, every second I breathe.

Aurora would always whisper that when she held a photo of Bradley and Peyton in her hands, doing the same when she held her bracelet in her hands as well. She told Gibbs it was a phrase that brought her comfort when things got low.

That no matter where her best friend and brother were in the world, she would always be thinking of them. It was a bond that no one could break.

“Aurora went through so much, but every time she came out even stronger. This time is no exception. She’ll be surrounded by family and people who love and care about her,” Gibbs comforts him.

The two sit in silence together for a moment before Bradley turns to the man next to him.

“She always talked highly of you. Said you were the reason she is the agent she is today.”

Gibbs shook his head. “She became a great agent all on her own. We work hard because you work hard. Each and every one of you who serve. Aurora became an agent to help protect those who serve when they come home. NCIS gave her that opportunity. You should be very proud of her.”

Bradley smiles at this. He was proud of her, even if he didn’t tell her often, he was proud of who she had grown to be. Even after all she’d gone through, she survived and she was still alive. That’s all Bradley could be thankful for.

—

Peyton went to take a walk inside the hospital with Goose, while Ziva and Tony arrived back to drop off the stuff they had bought. McGee and Abby had filled Ziva and Tony in on what had happened while they were gone.

Ziva goes to sit next to Amelia, who had just calmed down from crying, but still clinging onto CJ like a lifeline.

“Were you there? When Aurora was rescued?” Amelia asked her as soon as she sat down next to her. 

“I was.”

Amelia nodded at this and stayed silent.

“Your sister…,” Ziva started with a slight pause before continuing. “She fought her way through so much. She fought to come back home for you and your family. She told me that the reason she came back was that she was finally ready to let go of what had happened and come back to spend a life at home with her family.”

“I just…I wish I had known. All the sacrifices she made and all she had gone through. I used to be so mad when I never heard from her. When she came back, I was so happy to have my sister back. But, hearing that…I can’t believe I was ever mad at her.”

“It’s okay to feel all of those things, Amelia.” Ziva states, comforting her. “She always regretted not talking to you when she could. But this job takes a lot out of us. We’ve lost so much and sometimes when we go in a dark place, some don’t come back out. She didn’t want you to see her like that.”

Ziva lifts a necklace from under her shirt and shows Amelia. It was a necklace with a gold Star of David pendant.

“This was my little sister’s. Her name…was Tali.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“It is…Tali was my little sister and, where I come from, there’s so much hate and violence. When Tali was 16, she was killed in a Hamas suicide bombing.”

Amelia looks into Ziva’s eyes, seeing the hurt.

“It tore our family apart, and we were never the same since. I was a Mossad officer, and came here to be a liaison officer between Mossad and NCIS. But long story short, I left Mossad and became an official NCIS agent. And then, your sister came into our lives.”

Ziva smiles remembering the first time she met Aurora.

“She was so nervous at first, but soon, she became part of our team, our little family. She is stubborn, but she’s loyal and she cares so much about everyone. She became a little sister to me. And I wouldn’t change anything. Because it has led me to where I belong.”

Amelia smiles. “She is stubborn. She gets it from mom and Mav.”

They both chuckle before Ziva smiles at her. “She will be alright. I know she will be okay.”

Amelia sighs and continues to pet CJ. “Thank you, Ziva, for telling me your story, For everything. At least I knew she had someone even when we couldn’t be there for her.”

Ziva ruffles her head, lovingly, just like how she would do it to Aurora. Abby comes up to give Amelia some snacks and water, and sits besides them. The three girls make small talk together as they wait their turn to see Aurora.

—

“Uncle Goose, I’m fine, just please leave me alone.”

Peyton and Goose were standing in a secluded hallway. 

“Kid, you just heard about what happened to your sister. I am not leaving you.”

“I’m fine!”

“Pey-”

“I mean, as fine as a brother could be from hearing that his twin sister was tortured and hospitalized before! Not to mention that she might not even make it tonig–”

“Now you stop that. Your sister is going to be fine.”

“Is she, Goose?! I mean you heard the doctor! She might not even wake up, and what’s to say her state of mind after!”

Goose lets him rant while Peyton paces.

“I mean, why didn’t she say anything?! You all knew, but she couldn’t even tell us! She could have died! She could have died and would we even have known?! Why her, Goose?! Why didn’t she say anything?! Sh…I…” Peyton puts his back against the wall and slides down it. He puts his arms around his knees and sobs. 

Goose goes to sit next to him, letting him cry his emotions out.

A few minutes later, his crying subsidies, and all that was left were sniffles.

“You know, you’re taking this a lot better than your old man.”

Peyton laughs tearfully as he wipes his face with his hands.

“That bad, huh?”

“I mean, you know your dad. He may be strong and reckless, but when it comes to you and your sisters, even Amelia, you are his whole world. He blames himself for what happened.”

Peyton scoffs. “It’s not like he could have seen the future, he couldn’t have known.”

“Exactly Peyton, which is why you need to also not blame yourself. Your dad, as protective as he may be, understands why Aurora did what she did. Working for NCIS and not saying anything. Because she wanted to protect you. You and your dad have spent your whole lives worrying about her. She didn’t want you to worry about this.”

Peyton took in the words Goose had said to him. He just didn’t want his sister to hurt anymore, he wished he had told her, but he understood why. He was proud of her, that even with all that she went through, she can still smile and laugh today. And hopefully after all of this, she wouldn’t get hurt anymore.

“You doing alright in there kiddo?” Goose knocks on Peyton’s head as if he was knocking on a door after a few minutes of silence had passed. Peyton laughs.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. She’ll be okay,” Peyton affirms not only to the universe, but to himself.

—

After Penny and Maverick came back from seeing Aurora, everyone went in pairs, Peyton and Amelia, then Goose and Carole. They were shortly followed up by Aurora's team in pairs of their own, Ziva aside, stating she didn't want anyone to see her cry and therefore went in alone.

After Ziva, Iceman and Sarah dropped by to see her. The only one who had yet to see her still, was Bradley.

“Take your time, B,” Peyton tells Bradley when it eventually came to his turn visiting her.

The sight alone of seeing Aurora laying in that bed, all wrapped up in bandages was nearly enough to break Bradley down right then.

It was a reminder to him that he couldn’t protect her, and that this time, he failed to be her knight in shining armor.

Taking the seat beside her, he watched the rise and fall of Aurora’s chest. Whether or not it was by the machine’s support, at least he knew she was breathing.

“Hey, princess.”

He knew he wasn’t going to get a response, but talking to her always made him feel better.

“The doctors don’t know if you’re able to hear what we say to you, but I don’t care if you hear me or not.”

Bradley hesitates before continuing to speak.

“Your team is pretty cool. Gibbs is really intimidating, like you’ve told me before, but seeing him in person, I see what you mean,” he chuckles.

“They told me about…about what happened, your scars, the panic attacks. Princess, I don’t know why you had to hide it all from us. I wish you told us, but I get you weren’t ready to say anything yet. Just know that when you wake up, I will spend every day making sure you’re alright, and the days that you aren’t, I want to be there for you. I will make up for all the time we lost.”

Bradley reaches for her hand and clutches it in both of his. “Gibbs said that the director of NCIS will be awarding you an award. But I know you don’t care about a stupid award. You did it to save those people. We’re so proud of you, princess. I’m so proud of you.”

The beeping of the machine fills with silence.

“So you keep on fighting, princess. Because, I don’t know how to do anything without you. Because I think of you every hour, every minute, and every second I breathe. Because, I love you Aurora, and I want us to finally have a life together, to finally be together. And I hate that time never gave us that chance, but if you just hold on a little longer, I promise I will spend every day fighting for you, for us.” 

Bradley kisses her hand as the tears run down his face. It soon was quiet, except for the beeping of the machine. All Bradley could do was watch her lay there, and that is all that mattered to him in that moment. 

Because that was the sound of her still breathing; alive and fighting.

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Disclaimer: This story is fictitious. All works are written by me and only posted here. Please do not copy, repost, or plagiarize on any other platform without my permission!

[jareaulover]

Could you do a ONESHOT for the episode ‘100’ where Spencer finds jack in the chest instead of hotch and brings Jack to him instead? If that makes any sense? 😂

Hhh I'm writing this from my phone because I can't find my laptop charger. Hopefully it's still good ��

Warnings: Hayely's death is mentioned, blood, Canon typical violence.

Anywayyyyy here goes it

Read on AO3

or

full story under the cut

Spencer entered the house. He hadn't been here often. Maybe once or twice for a team dinner or something to that effect, but Hotch had told them the story about Jack 'working the case' enough times that Spencer knew where the small boy would be.

He and Aaron had been close for a while, spending time together outside of work, and that kind of turned into them spending time together with Jack. Spencer absolutely adored Jack, and Jack seemed to enjoy Spencer being around as well.

Spencer took a few steps up the stairs, hand resting on his gun. Technically, he should be using his cane, but he had left it in the car. All he could think about was Jack and Aaron and Hayley, so he ignored the twinge in his knee and continued up the stairs and into the small room that had been Aaron's office.

There were splattered bits of blood all over the carpet leading up to the room, but luckily, the fight hadn't gone into the office.

Spencer kneeled down by the chest, the one that held some blankets. He pushed the lid up, and the small boy looked up at him. He looked like he'd been crying.

"Hey, buddy. Come here..." Spencer said, lifting Jack from the pile of blankets, "Let's go find Daddy. How does that sound?" Jack nodded, burying his face in Spencer's shoulder. Spencer limped a little as he made his way into the hallway. Aaron had just stepped out of the bedroom, where the coroner was getting ready to take Hayley's body out. Aaron's eyes landed on Spencer and Jack, and his eyes filled with even more tears.

Spencer placed Jack into his father's arms, tears fell down Aaron's cheeks as he hugged Jack. He rocked side to side as he felt tears on his shoulder where Jack was crying. Spencer chewed his lip. He felt like he was intruding on something that he shouldn't. That was until Aaron grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hug.

"Thank you, Spencer." Aaron whispered, Spencer held Aaron and Jack,

"It's no problem, Hotch." Spencer murmured. The three stayed like that for a few more seconds before making their way down the stairs and to one of the SUVs waiting for them.

[the-mad-closet]

Okay, listen, I know you sent me this same thing, but uh... List 2 for our Crystal Polycule please <3

I love this very muchly. You say this like I'm gonna have an issue with it. Who do you think I am? /playful /teasing

Crystal Force Polycule Includes: Kenzie Holling-Carver, Nyx Moran, Cherry Rocca, Abbie Carson, Aspen Grover, and Nick Jones

As per previous conversations and posts, Kenzie is asexual and will not be an active participant in this post.

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A - Aftercare

All the aftercare. There's five of these guys, that's a lot of adrenaline and a lot of crashing and they turn it into a group project.

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B - Breeding

Honestly, Cherry gives me those vibes. Maybe Aspen, too.

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C - Condom

While they're Active Rangers, out there saving the day, yes. Afterward, there's no need kinda (except sometimes with Abbie). Like, Nyx is on birth control anyway, until she feels she's ready to have a kid.

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D - Dreams

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Nyx once had a dream of getting fucked while in chains and not allowed out of the chains until she'd satisfied her partners. Nick made that an immediate reality.

E - Experimenting

In a way, for them, it's necessary to experiment. Again, there's five of them, so they have to learn each other's limits and where the lines are on their boundaries. Plus, having sex with different kinks is great!

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F - First Time

Nyx is half of a whole, they like to say, but sex is the one thing they and Kenzie don't agree on. So, when the time came for their first time with the group, Nyx was very nervous. Luckily, they've got four partners 100% willing to take things at Nyx's pace until they're comfortable enough to speed up.

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G - Games

Nick and Cherry play fight for who's gonna be in control on a given night. Otherwise, no

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H - Humor

Nyx makes jokes when they're nervous, and the others just kinda run with it. They try not to take themselves too seriously unless the scene is pretty serious

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I - Infidelity

Uhhh, no. No one's ever cheated. Communication is everything in a poly relationship, plus Nyx (and Kenzie) insist on using their words.

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J - Jewelry

Nyx is interested in getting her clavicle pierced. Otherwise, it's mostly the toys

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K - Kissing

Kisses are important in any relationship. Nyx has a habit of kissing their partners hello and goodbye.

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L - Lingerie

Nyx loves lingerie. They have all kinds. If it's fluttery and soft, they wanna wear it. Their favorite is a light blue slip on with lace along the hems. Aspen might be convinced to wear lingerie, Abbie has a few pieces, but Cherry and Nick don't really wear it

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M - Masturbation

Nyx can, but prefers not to. They'd much rather get their partner off. Also, maybe has a chastity kink, which the others are happy to take advantage of

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N - Nudes

I want to say yes. Explicitly because they're all pretty young and a lot of them are pretty horny.

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O - O'clock

Usually at night, but I all reality, if they have a few minutes, they're probably fucking. It's literally in their nature.

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P - Public

Nyx hasn't, it makes them uncomfortable. I wanna say Nick would? Probably Abbie too

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Q - Questions

Not really. They're pretty open with the communication.

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R - Recording

Yes, often. They love recording their scenes especially. It's easier to keep track of things that way.

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S - Spanking

Not really? For Nyx, at least, they get beat up a lot on the battlefield and they really don't want to turn to pain in their sex lives as well

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T - Turn ons and offs

Nyx likes praise, being tied up, and just a little bit of degradation. Not a lot, just a little. They also like being a brat, it's kind of like a little game for them. Also chastity kink.

Aspen, like I said earlier, has a breeding kink, Cherry as well.

Abbie, I feel like is a little bit less wild and more vanilla, but still likes being tied up.

With Nick, I feel like he gets off on pleasing his partners. If they're happy, he's happy.

No scat or urine.

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U - Unusual

The kitchen, probably. Specifically in Nyx's kitchen with Casey studying in the other room

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V - Video Call

Happen frequently enough. With Abbie's powers and abilities, it's hard for her to touch the others. Nyx fantasizes about one day having a video call in her classroom (no kids, of course)

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W - Walk of Shame

Ironically, the walk of shame is usually done around Kenzie. She finds it hilarious.

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X - X-Rated

I wanna say yes because those can be good way to get ideas, but also Nyx probably wouldn't unless asked to

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Y - Yucky

Mostly just bathroom stuff. Urine, scat, and the like

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Z - Zones

Nyx, in particular, is extremely reactive to touches on her neck. It makes hickeys fun in particular.

Thank you! @estel-eruantien

[blackjackkent]

Still slowly working on clearing out the nautiloid crash area map, bit by bit. Found the cellar of an apothecary shop in the Blighted Village where apparently a Red Wizard of Thay has been masquerading as a healer while working on necromantic research. Beginning to think maybe this place was kind of fucked up even before the Absolute got to it. We had to fight a bunch of undead guardians and it was a whole thing.

Also of interest in this basement is this strange mirror in the corner, which rather stands out from the rest of everything which is kind of mossy and overgrown.

Hector speaks to it and reveals a spirit or enchantment of some sort inside:

"Speak your name."

One of the dialogue options here is quite excellent:

Luckily, Hector is a nerd and read all the books in the basement before approaching the mirror. (I actually got an achievement down here for having read 100 books in a single playthrough.) So he blew all the dialogue checks here out of the park.

He remembered a name from a journal to identify the Red Wizard working here, and passed a history check to provide an opinion on the Thay lich Szass Tam. He answered a trivia question about balsam ointment (which he'd read elsewhere in the basement was used to clean wounds).

And then the mirror had a final question for him.

"Finally...if you could see anything in me, what would it be?"

The three options here were "I would see my loved ones," "I would see my enemies suffering," and "I would look for a spell to get this worm out of my head." Really only the latter seemed like something Hector would say; he cares for those at the monastery but I'm not sure he sees himself as having "loved ones". It's been made clear already that growing up in a Selune temple comes with a major emphasis on self-reliance and stoicism. And he's not vindictive against his enemies either.

So he says the line about the worm, and the mirror seems pleased. "You seek to survive. You seek power. Be welcome."

Hector isn't sure he likes that analysis much.

Behind the mirror is a laboratory where it appears the wizard has been doing his research on reanimating the dead. This terrifying thing is in one corner behind a locked gate and several traps:

Narrator: The book is locked tight, with no visible keyhole - only an oval recess in the cover's mouth. You try to examine the book, but the longer you stare, the more those piercing amethyst eyes draw you in. You can sense something dark about this tome - something profane.

Gale and Shadowheart were both in favor of investigating the book further, which is all very well for them because they are not currently holding it. Karlach, however, was quite forceful:

"Please don't open the creepy book."

Sorry, Gale, Hector's with Karlach on this one.

Drop the tome, ready to destroy it.

Narrator: You feel better the second the book is out of your hands.

"What are you doing? That's no way to treat a book!"

Gale, your judgment in matters of ancient dark powers is suspect. (And trust me, Hector is just as much of a nerd as you are and isn't thrilled about having to do this either.)

Narrator: The voices return. Louder. Stronger. Commanding you to stop...but they have no hold on you. All you have to do is strike.

Despite the animation in the cutscene, the book is still in Hector's inventory, with this ominous descriptive message:

Drop. Smash.

...It's apparently immune to bludgeoning damage so we hit it with a guiding bolt and it burned right up ^_^

...and then Gale sassed me for destroying a book and then some terrifying shadow creatures spawned out of it.

What is even happening around here.

...They don't have too much HP so I wasn't super worried about this fight but then one of them straight up one-hit-KO'd Gale with something called "Strength Drain." AHHHHHHHH.

Luckily Shadowheart has Revivify now and the rest of the fight went okay. But yeesh. Time for a long rest.

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

Just updated Naomi's costume post with these images as I came to a realization this morning, but thought I'd post them on their own—hey, gloves!

closeups and reasoning:

See, the thing is, the whooooole reason I wanted to give Naomi full-fingered gloves (and shoes) in the first place, for her advanced suit made of special materials, was very simply: to protect her fingers from the cold. Even in California, if she's climbing high enough, she's going to wind up in the cold, and having her fingers and toes out in the cold seems like a bad idea.

She climbs with van der Waals forces, aka the same thing a gecko uses, with setae (modified hairs) in her fingertips and toes (and also her soles/palms), so her handmade costume obv has those fingerless gloves and easily removable shoes with stirrup tights. So the whole thing with the exotic suits is that they use carbon nanotubes and/or comic book science mumbo jumbo to let her completely cover up her hands and feet and still stick. Side effect of this is that actually she would be able to use these gloves and shoes to climb even without powers lol.

But then when I was working on her costumes I couldn't help thinking that he powerset really made her kind of... well... not useless but not really a character who'd be capable of holding her own in, for example, a fight. Recon, stealth, yes, all that, but she had absolutely no offensive measures, no weapon, no super-strength—nothing.

So it was at that point of course that I decided to ask friends and acquaintances for ideas to get me rolling on how to make a 100 lb wall-crawler viable in a fight, and where that ended up was like, two or three different people saying, hey, what if poison? And that made me go, o-ho-ho what if poison indeed! So naturally, me being me, I proceeded to spend at LEAST an hour if not much longer reading about venoms, poisons, and eventually gila monsters and beaded lizards, whose venom is delightfully neither lethal (at least, not in the quantities a lizard bite delivers) AND apparently cause some of the most painful envenomations known to man lol so I thought that would be verrrry fun.

The only question then was like, me wondering how she would deliver the venom at all, you know? Biting requires such close quarters (but hey, mask is open; I am 100% tucking "venomous bite" into my back pocket), and most of the poisons from poisonous amphibians are like. extremely deadly (lol) and seem to also be diet-based, rather than made by the animal, which would not be workable here—and also her powerset is reptilian, not amphibious, so obviously I had scrapped the idea of poisons via absorption already by that point.

Anyway, I'm rambling. My solution, as you can see, was to use her already-existing modified hairs to my advantage and add a bonus, other kind of modified hair related to her setae, which is hollow needle that shoots out of the follicle to inject her painful non-lethal venom into the skin of a potential foe/victim/attacker.

Which... requires fingerless gloves. That was easy, I just drew some fingers on and called it good, not really thinking about the whole reason I went for full gloves in the first place.

Of course, this morning, I suddenly realized, oh fuck, her fingers would fall off in the cold 😂 Luckily I did literally draw the fingers in a separate folder above the gloves so I have both versions ready to go at all times (hm, good thinking, past me) so I decided to slap this image together and show the full gloves and fingerless gloves side-by-side, with the thinking that, much like helmets and masks and the initial magical girl-esque transformation that all of these characters use to suit up in the first place (just to make my life easier lol), she can probably just transform her gloves between fingered and fingerless whenever she wants. easy.

And it kind of fits with the reptile theme. You know, changing the appearance—like a chameleon. (camouflage also a possible power but not 100% for sure yet. it's on my list though)

[alexbkrieger13]

I know you're planning to watch later but...

It was truly a tale of two halves. The first half was very much more back and forth. Despite conceding a goal in the first 4' (!!!), Chelsea managed to settle down and fight back. The long-ball was their best attempts, and it worked. FC Barca also had to respect Cankovic and Cuthbert in the middle, which kept Patri and Bonmatí honest and they couldn't get involved in facilitating their attack. Granted, CGH/Salma/Rolfö still caused headaches, but it looked disjointed and as efficient as it could be. If there had been a true midfield push (and the DM could've acted as a true pivot), I think it would've staggered Barca more. Unfortunately, Bronze was very active, too, which made our back 4 really be a back 5. Luckily Maren, AKB, Carter, and Magda played out of their damn minds.

The second half? It all stagnated when they took out Cankovic and put in LJ. Chelsea just began to try and force-feed LJ, and FC Barca knew that would happen. Additionally, Walsh played VERY well and was able, with a midfielder/CBs help if needed, to keep LJ as a non-variable. Thus, it was 9 vs. 10 on the field (not counting the GKs). Plus, because the pace slowed down minus the long ball, Paños was able to position herself and the defense better leading to closed angles and an inability to truly attack.

Yeah, Emma tried to park the bus (as one should do), but she also was still succeeding with the long ball. Then changed it, for whatever reason, and it kind of backfired. Unfortunately.

yea the Cankovic sub to me was the dumb mistake so far because in the second half it's not working. Like i like lj and think she's a great player I just don't like her at the 10 for games like these. Like this is where I think if we had Pernille ready to play for 90 we would be in a more comfortable position because yeah the midfield just as I'm watching it now the second half is just playing into barca hands.

I definitely understand where Emma is coming from about packing the bus. I think after what happened last time it is 100% understandable. But definitely think going into Thursday they are going to have to be a bit more risk taking when it comes to getting forward and trying to get something in the back of the net because we're still in this technically. We only need one goal. Emma has been traditionally been good at dealing with second legs and learning from the mistakes of the first legs so hopefully, she has lost that.

[hidekomoon]

Would love to hear about both! Or whichever one you’re most itching to talk about 😍

i just wrote about Azana so i'm gonna talk about old lady memories! i really can't find a good title for this one. i'm hoping when it's finished i'll have better ideas? luckily for me this is the project i'm the closest to finishing, since it's a short story. it's currently 8 pages long but i have several paragraphs and dialogs in a notebook that i filled while on vacation and i haven't typed it all out yet.

so the plot is about an old lady (last night i decided i was going to name her Cécile but i'm not 100% sold yet, it's always hard to pick a name for the MC) whose lover (another woman whom i've been calling LI for love interest) just died, and Cécile is trying to come to terms with it, and to go through the grief process. the story starts in the present, when LI is dead, and introduces the four memories (each set during a different season) of their past together.

the first memory is set in fall, when they were around 15/16. it's their first meeting; they're both on vacation with their families. they have a crush on each other and don't acknowledge it. they keep in touch via letters in the years that follow. the second memory is set in summer, when they're in their early 20s, studying and working small jobs. they live in the same city and basically spend every available minute together. one night there's a storm and the power goes out and they kiss, but LI isn't ready to commit to someone, +she has to move to another city for a job, so the next day they fight and decide not to pursue a relationship. they remain friends but don't see each other as much; the next year Cécile meets a boy and they get married a few years later. the third memory takes place in their early 30s. Cécile has 2 kids with her huband, they're living the nuclear family dream, she pretends she's happy, etc. she still meets LI from time to time, and one day she invites her to the house, and i haven't planned what happens there yet. maybe i'll have them fight, maybe they'll cheat on the husband, who knows. but after that they don't see each other for a few years. the last memory takes place in the spring, in their fifties, and it's the least thought out one so far; they reunite and start a relationship (Cécile's divorced) & it's a sort of happy ending... except we know that LI is really dead in the present time. idk, i really wanted it to be something kind of bittersweet. i was inspired by Annie Ernaux's Une Femme, which she wrote when her mother died. it's a short novel that recounts all of her mother's life. she did the same when her father died but i haven't had time to read it yet.

so yeah so far i've done a lot of description, a lot of character building since i really want Cécile & LI to be fleshed out and for the 4 memories to showcase the shifts in their personalities and in their dynamic. i also found that it's hard to write dialogs, especially conflicts, so i keep a notebook and a pen on me at all times in case i think of something i could use when i'm not expecting it.

[tinandabin]

Hellooooooo Tina(can I call you that?)

Anyway, I just read a yandere kny where the darling ded.. so.. uh.. heheh.. can I request for the same scenario,but instead the darling died from unaliving themselves. And it's Yandere Giyu, Tanjiro and Muzan (separated). Plus point if there also Obanai 💕

yes, u can call me tina!! anyone can haha. and thank u for requesting!! :)) 💖

psst, mind joining my discord? :))

Yandere Giyuu--

He would be in disbelief and I don't think he ever even considered you, trying to kill yourself.

I mean, weren't you happy with him?

Like he took care of you! He fed you helped you bathe and even protected you on several occasions!

I don't think he would at all believe that you killed yourself.

Rather, he would think that a demon had come and done all this..

I mean, obviously! You can never do this to yourself.

And well, if he was like 100% sure that you indeed were the one to kill yourself then it won't be...very good for him.

There are 2 ways this can go-

He would become even colder to others all the while dying from guilt inside and getting angrily easily.

Or, he would become more vulnerable, emotional, and most likely so give up on life and his position as a hashira.

Because as you know, how he feels he isn't worthy to be a hashira and all that and really, you were the one thing that made him feel happy about being a hashira because in his eyes that means he can protect you. It proves that he will be able to protect you.

So when you are gone, he sees no purpose in life and eventually decides to kill himself.

Yandere Muzan--

He would feel rather baffled.

I mean, he knew you were quite unhappy with him but he didn't really care for what you thought.

He would feel frustrated and for once, helpless in this situation.

Like, you, you were able to kill yourself on his watch? In his territory..?

Like, he can hear you breathing no matter how far away you are. ( most of the time you aren't that far away or stuck in the infinity castle. )

And so imagine his surprise and alarm as he, for the first time, heard your heartbeat stop.

No matter what he was doing at that moment, even if he was fighting Yoriichi, you bet he is where you are in a millisecond.

So, when he sees you, laying on the floor, your blood tickling his nose, as a bloody knife laid on the mat with you bleeding profusely.

Now, had you not already died luckily a second ago, you, my dear would be a demon.

Though, don't underestimate Muzan. He isn't the demon king for no reason, I'm pretty sure he had expected you to pull one of your...'temper tantrums'.. What he likes to call them.

But you surely did take this tantrum quite far he thought as he quickly got out one of his magic potions he made.

I don't have a fancy term for it right now, OKAY.

And well, you are alive in a matter of seconds. ( it can take more time but shhh )

Muzan will turn you into a demon after this as he doesn't wanna take any more risks. That is assuming he didn't turn you into a demon the first time he met you.

Yandere Obanai--

He would feel very guilty and scornful towards him.

Like at first, he never even thought of getting to even SEE you.

It started off with stalking, then small talk and that was what lead him to kidnap you.

Now, I have a feeling he had a lot of self-talk with him and debates whether he should kidnap you or not.

Because he doesn't deem himself worthy of you.

So it's a huge surprise he was even able to talk to you!

He would kind of secretly have a shrine of you and worship you type.

But when you do decide to talk to him WILLINGLY, he would just brush you off coldly because again, he doesn't deem himself worthy of you.

So when he kidnaps you, he makes sure all your needs are fulfilled and even above.

Like, you won't even need to speak of what you need and it would already be there ready at your feet.

Then imagine him, coming home from a mission only to not sense your presence and then panicking thinking a demon had taken you away only to meet with a worse fate.

1. To see you are dead.

2. You were the one to kill yourself.

Now, I suppose he would come to terms with the fact that yes, you did kill yourself and no one else did.

And boy, the self-loathing sessions he would have and the guilt he would feel.

And THE DEMONS WHO WILL HAVE TO FACE HIS WRATH. I PITY THEM.

After that, I think he would be even more closed off to others and more mean/rude, whatever.

Maybe he would even kill himself. Maybe.

But I don't think he would.

I think he would think that 'I caused all this. Had I not tried to talk to them that day, they would be alive and well and happy without me.' And that he would think that life is his punishment.

So everyday he would wake up ( surprisingly. ) Make the demons face his wrath, have self-loathing sessions and daydreams of you being alive and then go back to sleep everyday hoping he won't wake up the next day.

sorry, but I won't be writing headcanons for Tanjiro in this one!! I had written something like this for him earlier too, ( I had also done that for Giyuu but I had some ideas for his headcanons so I decided to write them. ) have a good day!

MASTERLIST.

[iced-nct]

Sweetheart

*Pairing* Boxer!Jeno x (F) Reader

*Word Count* 2.6k

*Warnings* Pet names, Mentions of alcohol, some blood, illegal stuff, smut, oral (f receiving), Jeno being an asshole, language, Minors DNI. (I'm sure I'm missing some but y'all get the gist of it. it's a dirty one.)

*Synopsis* You have a routine, and it never differs until a mysterious stranger appears at your job. He barely speaks, but he's caught your eye. He's an asshole, luckily for you that's just your type. (Mark, Haechan, Jaemin, Renjun, & Johnny make appearances)

*Note* I got extra carried away with this, but I loved it so I hope you guys do too <3

Life for you had always been simple and routine. It was so easy that being half conscious was hardly a requirement. Wake up, get ready, go to work at the little coffee shop below your apartment, go home, go to bed. A simple routine that seldom differed, until a rainy Sunday morning. You had finished serving the regulars that always visited you before 9am when the bell chimed, signaling that someone had entered the shop. Putting a welcoming smile on your face you turned to greet whoever had wandered in, that’s when you saw him for the first time. With his jet-black hair plastered to his forehead from the rain, and his clothes soaking wet, he took a seat at a booth in the furthest corner of the shop by the window. As you drew closer to where he sat you noticed the black eye and fresh cut across the bridge of his nose. He looked up to meet your eyes and you felt compelled to stop your approach, but you swallowed the fear that this stranger had instilled in you and continued to do your job.

“Welcome to The Grind! My name is (y/n), what can I get started for you?” You beamed at him, the entity of customer service coming through to make your voice sickly sweet.

He stared up at you with expressionless eyes for a moment before diverting his gaze to the drink menu laid out on the table before him. He eyed it carefully before pointing to the first item on the menu, a pot of dark roast coffee.

“Any cream, milk, or sugar on the side for you?” You asked whilst jotting down the simple order.

“No.” He responded curtly. You nodded before leaving to go grab the pot of coffee for him.

He continued to stare out the window with complete disinterest for his surroundings. You stood with your coworker in the kitchen, watching your strange customer.

“He seems awfully dark and brooding. Quite handsome though. Even with all the cuts and bruises” Anne giggled and bumped your shoulder with hers.

“It’s worse up close. He’s not remotely friendly, and his hands are covered in scars” you told her without taking your eyes off him.

With a deep breath to gather up some courage, you walked back out to the table with his order. You set the pot and a plain black mug down in front of him and turned to leave. There was no exchange of words, and maybe there didn’t need to be. But you were sure that a ‘Thank You’ wouldn’t kill him. As the shop started to fill up you found yourself busy with other customers. So much so that you hadn’t noticed his departure until Anne pointed out the empty pot of coffee accompanied by an empty table. Anger filled your veins as you stalked over to the table, so sure that this guy hadn’t paid. But there on the table under the mug sat a crisp $100 bill with a small note on it. “Thank You for not asking. -Lee Jeno” It read. You blinked in surprise at the outcome, the tip he’d left was significant and the note was baffling. You spent the rest of your shift wondering just who this Lee Jeno man was.

-

The rest of the work week went by in an uneventful blur and finally it was Friday evening. Anne caught your arm before you managed to escape to the comfort of your apartment to binge some Netflix. She grinned at you in such a menacing manner that you knew she was going to try to drag you out somewhere.

“Where now?” You asked while working on not rolling your eyes at how giddy she got.

“Mark is picking us up in 30, we’re going to some fight or something. Then an after party!” She squealed.

“Do I have to?” You deadpanned, and let your eyes roll freely.

“Yes. You have to. I refuse to be the only girl with Mark’s friends.” Anne pushed you up to your apartment to get ready.

She gave you very little options, but perhaps this would be more fun than spending your night off alone. Reluctantly you changed out of your uniform and into some ripped jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, nothing too fancy because comfort was still a must. When you were presentable you met Anne downstairs by the door to the alley. Mark was out back waiting in his sleek black car to take you both to the event. He greeted both of you before taking off to wherever this ‘fight’ would be.

-

Mark parked quite a few blocks away and you thanked the stars that you wore sneakers instead of heels. The walk led you down a long dark alley to what appeared to be the back entrance of a club. Mark handed the bouncer three tickets before you all were ushered inside. There was a long staircase to the basement, and the air reeked of smoke. Anne grabbed your hand as you descended the stairs with Mark leading the way. In the center of the room was a boxing ring, with some bleachers on either side, and a bar off to the corner of the sprawling basement.

“Let’s grab some drinks before the fight starts, yeah?” Mark asked, you both nodded and followed him to the bar.

After ordering some beer for the three of you, some of Mark’s friends spotted him and came over to strike up conversation.

“It’s wild man, Jaemin bet thousands on the fight tonight.” You recognized Renjun speaking.

Jaemin nodded along, clearly feeling the effects of his liquor and having to prop himself up on Haechan. Mark chuckled at his friend’s stupidity before clapping Jaemin on the shoulder.

“Did you at least bet on Jeno?” He asked a tipsy Jaemin.

Your ears perked up and you looked at Anne, who seemed to be thinking the same thing as you.

“That would explain how he looked on Sunday morning.” She whispered to you.

“Attention everyone! The fight of the night is about to begin! With our hometown hero LEE JENO!” an announcer shouted into the microphone from the ring.

Your group of friends elbowed their way through the crowd to get good seats, you positioned yourself right in the middle of the guys. The cheering began and that was when you saw him entering. A black robe around his shoulders and black shorts hung low on his hips, leaving little to imagine about his drool-worthy body. Anne smacked your arm in surprise, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the strangeness of the situation. The hot customer with an attitude problem ended up being an underground boxer, seriously what were the odds? As he entered the ring he shed the robe, revealing his deliciously tattooed arms and muscular back. Your mouth hung agape as you took in the beauty of this stranger who left you a thank you note and massive tip.

The fight began shortly after Jeno entered the ring. The opponent was smaller than Jeno was, but he was much quicker. The crowd was whispering about how if Jeno could land a punch that he would surely knock the guy out. Jeno’s strength was impressive, his muscles flexing with every punch he threw. As the first round came to an end you caught Jeno’s eye, and his head cocked at you in confusion. You looked away quickly, opting to throw yourself into conversation with your friends to distract yourself. Only a three-minute break between rounds and they were back to fighting. The opponent kicked Jeno in the knee, sending him back against the chain-link fence on the ring. That was when you locked eyes again, and as the other fighter tossed his weight at Jeno it gave him the perfect opportunity to land a punch. His opponent fell back and Jeno leapt on him, feeding him punches until his coach pulled him away. The crowd went wild as Lee Jeno was declared the champion, though he didn’t stay to enjoy his adoring fans. He wrapped himself in his robe and stalked off to the dressing rooms.

Jaemin was buzzing with excitement as he showed off his winnings for the night to the group of friends. You were laughing and enjoying your second beer when a tall man wandered over to your group.

“Miss (y/n)?” He asked, his voice laced with authority.

“Yes?” You smiled wearily at him.

“Jeno asked me to come get you. He would like to speak with you.” He looked at your friends before continuing, “privately.”

Anne giggled and shoved you towards the stranger who wore a hoodie with the name ‘Johnny’ embroidered on it. You looked back at her, and she gave you a reassuring thumbs up, so you followed Johnny. He brought you to a door that had Jeno’s name scrawled on it and nodded at you to go in. When you entered Jeno was pacing around the room, a small cut on his cheekbone dripped a small amount of blood. He stopped pacing when you locked eyes before charging at you and slamming the door shut.

“Are you a stalker or something? How the fuck did you find me?” He shouted at you.

“Excuse you? I have better things to do with my time than stalk assholes” You countered. “My friends brought me here. I had no idea you were a fighter.” Your voice dripping with anger.

“Oh, so you just happened to end up at my fight after I left you my name on Sunday?” He got right in your face, but you refused to back down to him.

“Yeah, I did. Believe it or not, not everyone is fucking obsessed with you.” You shoved him back, though it was a fruitless effort.

His eyes seemed to light up at the challenge you presented him with. “So you weren’t staring at me the whole fight then, sweetheart?” He drawled.

“That’s literally what everyone was doing? How are you going to single me out for that?” You crossed your arms across your chest defensively.

He smirked at you and stepped closer so his breath could be felt against your ear. “Because you’re the only one I saw staring back at me”

He backed up and ran his eyes over your body, you felt a blush creep across your cheeks and mentally cursed yourself for being into assholes. Jeno smiled, as though he could read exactly what you were thinking. Your heart beat faster as your mind was flooded with thoughts of what you wanted this mysterious man to do to you. Him standing before you in just boxers was only fueling the fire, and as he reached out to caress your cheek you found yourself leaning into his touch. Jeno chuckled and took the chance, leaning forward and crashing his lips into yours. Your body responded to his eagerly, running your hands through is sweaty hair and down his toned chest. He picked you up with ease and wrapped your legs around him, all while never breaking the kiss.

Jeno laid you down on the couch in his dressing room and you both made quick work to rid yourselves of the barrier of clothing between you. His eyes widened as he took in your nude body lying under him and let out a low groan as you palmed him over his boxers.

“Are you sure, babe?” He asked while trailing his fingers down to your core.

You nodded, having never been more sure of anything. In that moment all you wanted was to feel Jeno inside you. His fingers worked expertly into you, and you squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure. You felt Jeno’s breath against you and then his tongue against your clit. There was no way to stifle the moans you had as Jeno worked you to your climax. As you got close you bucked your hips up to feel more friction against his tongue.

“You have to be patient, princess. Tell me what you want” Jeno looked up at you with a smirk dancing across his lips.

You couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact. “I want you to make me finish. I want to feel you, Jeno”

That was all you had to say and he was hovering above you. Jeno tossed his boxers aside, giving you a fantastic view of his hardened cock. Your mouth watered at the sight of him stroking himself. You swatted his hand away so you could take over, pumping him up and down a few times.

“Let me fuck you” Jeno growled into your ear.

You released him just as he sunk himself into you. He grabbed your hips to steady himself as he pushed into you the rest of the way. Jeno was the biggest you’d ever taken, but he hit all the right places. You could hear him muttering “so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me” but you were too focused on how his cock filled you.

“Please, please Jeno fuck me” You begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

He enjoyed the sight of you taking him, begging for him. His grip on your hips tightened as he pounded himself into you, causing you to moan loudly. Jeno’s breathing got heavy and you palmed his chest, feeling his muscles ripple as he fucked you. Both of you were dripping in sweat and his thrusts became harder and more calculated. Jeno was skilled at hitting just the right places to send you over the edge, with his thumb rubbing circles against your clit you cried out as you finished for him. Jeno followed suit, pulling out and covering your torso with his cum. You were too fucked out to care how you looked with Jeno’s cum on you, but he fully enjoyed how you took it. He grabbed a towel from the floor to clean up the mess he made on you, and you smiled at him.

“Who knew angry sex could be so good” You laughed as Jeno began getting dressed.

“Hm, I think everyone who has ever had it thinks that” He winked at you, making you blush.

You gathered up your clothes and got dressed as Jeno fixed up his hair. Once you were presentable you turned to leave, but Jeno stopped you by grabbing your hand.

“Come to the after party with me.” He said while squeezing you hand.

“That’s where I was going” Your brows knitted together in confusion.

“No, I meant with me. As my girl.” Jeno brushed his hand across your jaw.

You squeezed his hand back before he let go and tossed his arm around your shoulder instead. You leaned into him as you walked down the hall and back into the party. Your friends were still where you had left them, albeit a little more drunk. When they saw you with Jeno you got a few surprised looks, and Anne wiggled her eyebrows at you. Jeno looked down at you and caught your lips in a kiss before you continued to your friends to introduce him properly.

-

Jeno coming to the café on Sunday mornings became a new part of your routine. Sometimes he came in the front doors of the shop, or sometimes he wandered in from your apartment. But it was a good change in your routine, one that you welcomed. Now he never sat alone in the corner, he was joined by your friends. Their table never sat quiet and brooding, in fact it was quite the opposite. Friday nights were reserved for supporting your boyfriend at his matches, and Saturday mornings were spent in bed taking turns pleasuring each other. But one thing is for sure, your life would never be simple after Lee Jeno stepped into it.