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cryoaquila · 3 years ago

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beach lovin’

prompt - childe and you spend a day out on one of the beaches at the golden apple archipelago before heading back to your tent for some sleepy nighttime activities.

pairing - childe x gn!reader

tags - nsfw, dom!childe, sub!reader, established relationship, lazy sex, spooning, fluff.

wc - ~2.7k

nsfw content under the cut. +18 only. minors dni.

the setting sun paints the sky and ocean a beautiful pinkish-orange color. you stretch your arms above your head after dozing off for a few minutes. there was an umbrella above you and a thin towel between your body and the hot sand below. seashells that you and your boyfriend had collected earlier in the day sat beside you along with fishing rods and a few sandcastles. now your boyfriend was cooling himself off in the ocean while you soak in the last of the rays before the moon claimed the sky, the first day out at one of the golden apple archipelago beaches winding to an end. suddenly, some seawater splashes onto your bare legs. you glance toward the ocean, seeing childe wading in the water. he winks at you before saying, “you know, the water is almost as fine as you are.”

his compliment causes you to chuckle, “oh, is it?” you playfully ask as you sit up, stretching your arms out above your head for a few seconds.

“yeah, but don’t take my word for it, join me and see for yourself.” he splashes you again, the water cool against your warm skin, “see? doesn’t it feel good?”

you purse your lips, “it does feel nice...” you stand, glancing at the sky, your sun hat blocking the setting sun as you notice stars becoming visible in the evening sky, “ok, i’ll join for a bit, but when it gets dark out let’s head back to our tent for the night.” you were already feeling a bit tired from the fun had earlier, but one last dip in the ocean sounds like a lovely and relaxing way to end the day. you toss your hat onto the beach towel before wading into the water until it reaches your waist, a little shiver running down your spine. childe decides to help you adjust quicker by splashing you, which causes you to yelp in surprise, a mischievous snicker crackling from him upon seeing your reaction. you glare at him before jumping toward him and splashing him with a large wave that soaks his hair, causing it to hang limply into his eyes. the sight of him, with his hair covering his eyes and his deadpan expression, causes you to giggle.

“alright, if that’s how you want to play...” he mutters as he slicks his hair back before jumping toward you, trying to grab a hold of you. barely, you manage to scramble away in glee, wading away from him and further into the deeper water which now reaches up to your shoulders. he follows, still trying to catch you, laughing, “you can run but you can’t hide!” he grabs one of your shoulders and pulls you back into him, “got you!” he picks you up and you gently push against his chest, trying to free yourself from his grasp, a large grin on both your faces. quickly, he leans down to give you a wet, salty peck on the lips before tossing you into the deeper water, your whole body going under, causing your hair to get soaked like his. as you swim back to the surface you see him sticking his tongue out at you in a teasing, annoying manner. little did he know, you had a surprise for him... your cheeks puff out before you spit some seawater from your mouth and into his face which causes him to flinch away and duck into the water for cover. you snicker as his head emerges from the water now that it was safe. “wow, that was low, even for you.” he sneers.

“i know, that’s why you didn’t expect it!” you cheer before he splashes you once more, the rest of your evening spent playing in the water, trying to soak each other to the bone before the sun disappears from the sky. spending the evening trying to catch one another begins to tire both of you out quicker than you imagined and childe pauses his chase of you to yawn as you blink a few times, your eyelids feeling heavier than you recall. “come on,” he says, slowing wading over to you to take your hand in his, “the sun’s almost gone, so let’s head back to the tent to get some shut-eye.” you curtly nod before yawning yourself. together, the two of you head back to shore, hand-in-hand.

while drying yourselves with some towels, you both head back to the camp you two had set up upon arriving at the islands. you throw the used towels beside the smallish tent that you two were sharing before digging through your backpack to retrieve some dry clothing to wear to bed - shorts and a shirt for you and just shorts for him. neither you nor he were shy about changing in the open here, for the islands were abandoned of all people, a perfect little vacation spot for just the two of you. you notice him steal a glance as you slide your swimwear off and you can’t help but tease him a little by ‘accidentally’ dropping your sleepwear into the sand. you bend down to pick them up, shaking your hips a little as you do so, biting your lips to try not to explode in laughter at your own antics. a blush crosses his cheeks before he quickly looks away and, admittedly, you were thankful he was unable to see your naughty grin for then he’d realize you were doing it on purpose and give your mouth something to do other than grin wildly. after picking your clothes up you throw them on before asking, “turn the lantern off when you’re done, please. i’m going to head inside.” he nods before you disappear into the tent. you lay down on your side, the bottom of the tent was lined with multiple blankets and pillows, all of which were as soft as a real mattress. you yank a big quilt over you for the air began to become chillier by the second.

you gently hum upon hearing your boyfriend enter, your eyes half-lidded as you feel him lay on his side behind you, sliding under the same blanket you were under. he wraps an arm around your waist, bringing himself just behind you, curving around your body. you feel an added, very welcome warmth from his presence, and you scoot yourself closer to him, wanting to feel more of his warmth. as you move, you accidentally grind your ass against his groin, a motion that, after a slight pause, he returns, pushing his hips forward a bit. although it was an accident on your end, you feel an interest in continuing the little grind session and you press your hips back into him once more, causing him to clear his throat. he moves even closer to you, his whole body now pressing against your back, and that’s when you feel his hardening cock through his shorts. he presses his groin forward once more, a little reluctantly, seemingly unsure if this was what you really want. you too were beginning to become turned on from the grinding, the feeling of his hardening member pressing against your butt only getting you more excited. you return the motion eagerly, pressing into him without hesitation, and soon the two of you begin grinding in unison - he pushes his hips forward and you press them backward. neither of you spoke, the only sounds interrupting the silence were the waves crashing against the beach, the scuffing of blankets, the slight rock of the tent, and rapid breaths escaping from yours and his lips. you think about pinning him to the ground, ripping his shorts down so his hard cock bounces out for you to suck, but you were so very comfortable, snuggled under the quilt, on the verge of sleep if not for the heat erupting in your nether regions. you knew that he was feeling the same way as you were, otherwise, he would already have your shorts and underwear yanked down to your knees and force your ass up in the air for his viewing pleasure. instead, the two of you continue spooning, grinding against each other.

he grunts as he adjusts himself, his arm that was over you now trailing up and down your body. his movements were slower than usual, lazily tracing his fingers across your clothed top before lifting it up, granting access to your nipples, the excitement, cold air, and his fingers flicking them friskily all causing the small pink nubs to begin hardening, a little murmur of a moan lingering in your throat. he then traces down your body and to your shorts, slipping his hand past them and your underwear. he wastes no time pressing his finger to your hole, prodding it, feeling just how excited you were as it puckers from his touch. even though you were drowsy, your body still reacts with a little shake of anticipation upon feeling his fingers against such a sensitive area, the excitement causing you to begin waking up in increments. you bring your knees up ever-so-slightly, pressing back into his fingers, wanting him to plunge them into you already and quit with the slow-moving teasing for you were quite ready for him. you hear him chuckle which causes you to pout as he finds amusement in your neediness and, disregarding your wants for him to hurry, he slides a thin finger around and across your aching hole in little circles, caressing you and keeping you wondering when he’d finally push them inside. this lasts for a few more minutes before you feel his hot breath against your neck hasten, his finger stopping just inches away from your hole, and as he presses his lips against the back of your neck in a kiss he slides a finger in. you squirm under the blankets, adjusting to the digit within you as he begins to move around instantly. he squeezes your exposed hip with his free hand, sending a little thrill down to the area he was giving plenty of attention to; the thrill causes you to lightly clench around his finger, and you hear one of his beautiful, soft gasps as he thrusts his hips against your ass again, this time out of pure want to stuff you full already. impatience causes him to hurry up his movements, another finger joining the first, both spreading you eagerly with scissoring-like movements, pushing against your walls, wanting them to give so that they’d allow his dick inside with ease. you tightly shut one eye and your cheeks redden from the needy movements of his fingers to the faint squelching sounds that were being produced from his actions.

you let out a frustrated sigh upon feeling his fingers leave you, your hole twitching from the sudden emptiness - but that doesn’t last long. he takes hold of the hem of your shorts and underwear, yanking them down to your thighs, just enough for him to gain access. you then feel something much bigger than a finger pressing against you, looking to enter, a whimper escaping your lips as he smears his tip’s precum against your skin. to help him ease in, you lift your legs up a little further, which allows childe to slide behind your pelvis and inside you, the movement accompanied with a deep groan from him. you were used to his size by now, but the first feeling of him pushing within you, spreading your walls further than fingers would allow, was a feeling you were never quite ready for, a feeling of crazy, dizzying pleasure along with a hint of pain that disappears as soon as he begins to move. the darkness only adds to the feeling since your sight was not a factor due to the pitch-black night. instead, your sense of touch was stronger, every little thrust of his amplified which causes your whole body to spasm around him. he brings a hand from your hip to your chest, rolling a hardened nipple under his forefinger while lazily thrusting into you in long, leisurely strokes. each thrust causes the blanket to move with your movements, the tent to shake a little, and if the two of you weren’t on a vacated island you’d feel quite embarrassed from the noticeable sex the two of you were having. thankfully, no one was nearby to see, nor was anyone around to hear your dirty moans, which began slow and soft and became louder with each thrust. he, too, was beginning to make his own noises - one particularly deep thrust that causes you to cry out makes him moan out your name in a low, raspy voice.

his movements became wilder, quicker, the sleep leaving as lust and want began to take over. he presses his lips against the back of your neck once more, sucking and licking the sensitive area, leaving a small little hickey for his eyes only. his hand moves from your nipple to your stomach, gripping gently for support to keep you in place on your side since his new, quicker pace causes both your bodies to rock at an increased speed, the tent now shaking violently from your conjoined movements. you grab the back of his hand, your nails against his skin, your cries music to his ears, his moans music to yours. the feeling was immaculate; you want more, more of him, taking you and your senses, the chillness of the air didn’t matter anymore as you felt both incredible and incredibly hot, a few droplets of sweat slipping down your chest and between your overstimulated, reddened nipples. hot, hot, hot, as if the summer sun was high in the sky and all you could think about was how good it felt. your mouth was continuously open now, letting plenty of moans escape, your cheek rubbing against the pillow beneath you as he continuously rams inside you, his movements no longer leisurely. your moans are loud, echoing across the bare sands and sea. the hotter it got, the more your body began to tighten around him, the feeling, the heat, all accumulating downward where he was thrusting into you before finally being released in a mind-numbing orgasm. a wave of coolness rushing over you as you flinch and arch your back, curling your body. one hand grips tightly onto his while the other was gripping the blankets below you, your knuckles turning white before letting go. your body rocks with each wave, akin to the ocean outside, and you hear childe whine behind you, knowing he could feel your orgasm around his cock, the heat and tightness squeezing his sensitive member, begging for his own orgasm and begging for his cum.

as he continues to thrust into your tight, orgasming hole, you feel his cock shudder. he grabs your hair, yanking on it, not too hard to hurt you but enough to cause you to throw your head back in correlation to his tugs. you know he’s close, he only ever grabs your hair when he’s close, and now that you were done seeing stars you begin helping him come to his own finale. you dig your hips back against his cock and balls each time he thrusts inside you, your motions causing him to go even deeper than before. the sensation, along with the trail ends of your orgasm, makes his body shake. your breaths become uneven as he releases while buried deep inside you, his own gasp louder than yours was, causing you to half-chuckle, half-sigh lovingly at how glorious he sounds. he rocks his hips into you, his movements slowing significantly, using your walls to help pump his cum out inside you before, finally, he comes to a stop.

as you feel his warm cum fill you up he pulls out, causing you to grit your teeth and squeeze your thighs together as some of the liquid follows his cock out. his head collapses onto the pillow behind you and he pulls you closer to him, his soft dick pressing between your ass cheeks. you hear a relaxed sigh from him and couldn’t deny the pure relaxation you were feeling as well. the sleepiness that was there before has returned tenfold, your eyes barely able to stay open as your body rests into the blankets and pillows below. you hear a few cute little snores echo from your boyfriend behind you and you decide that the two of you can clean yourselves up tomorrow. tonight was just about rest after an amazing bout of lovemaking.

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alicee1 · 4 years ago

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Old friends

Technnoblade x GN! reader

warnings: mentions of battlescars

word count: 2.1K

Requested: nope

Synopsis: Phil seeks you out as both his and Techno’s old friend, hoping a familiar face would help Techno after Tommy’s betrayal and for old times sake. Besides that, they can use your blade in the upcoming war.

A/n: Requests are open, enjoy!

Rules, Masterlist

The cloak wrapped around your shoulders shielded you against the snowy terrain. The hood pulled over your head as you looked at the snowy wasteland surrounding you.

The coordinates Phil had given you had confused you at first, after looking at the large map decorating the wall of your cabin you had found it to be the middle of a tundra.

"Why are you here Phil?" The questioned rolled off your lips as you leant against the doorframe, looking at the older male.

The mangled mess his wings had become was visible behind his frame, evidence of the different paths you had taken long ago.

He could see the small silver lines that littered what was visible of your skin, different shapes and patterns showing that all those years you hadn’t sat still either.

"It has been a long time, hasn't it?" A small smile tugged at your lips as you stepped aside, "make yourself at home."

The man looked at you before stepping inside, your living room was small and cozy, although evidence of your adventure was subtly found all over the place.

A fireplace heated the room from one corner, a couch and chair around it with a small coffee table. On the wall beside it hung a large map, almost the entire SMP planned out on it.

As he sat down he could see the bouquet of fresh wild flowers displayed in a vase. On the shelf stood various objects presented, some he recognized from your shared adventures back in the day.

In another corner stood an armor stand, well used armor made of shining black metal displayed, your signature cape hastily thrown around its shoulders.

"What’s the reason you came to seek me out?" You questioned as you returned to the room, two cups with steaming water and a small box with different types of tea in your hands as you handed your old friend one.

Dumping some of your favorite tea leaves in a small satchel to hang in your cup, you sat down on the chair, leaning on the armrest lazily as you send an amused look to one of your oldest friends.

"Is it wrong to want to visit an old friend?" A small smile formed on his lips as you laughed, steadying the cup in your hands before looking at the man once more.

"Of course not, I'd just imagine you'd sent word of your settlement if you wanted to keep contact. No matter the cause, how have you been Phil?" Your words held an undertone of understanding to it. It was obvious he had suffered through the years of your absence, the current state of his wings only part of the overall story.

He sipped the warm drink in his hands, "it's been eventful, although I'm sure you're familiar with that." A small nod of your head said enough as the two of you caught up.

He told you his stories, about how he gained a son and lost him, the tale of a place called L’manburg. He told you how it was recent that Techno freed him from a forced house arrest and how they had taken a kid called Tommy in.

How he had betrayed them.

You knew Techno well, meeting him around the same time as you and him met Phil. The three of you travelled together for a long time, years even. Techno was a loyal man, you had learned that long ago, paired with his strength came an unwavering loyalty that would hurt him someday.

Without doubt he would lay down his life for those he trusted, often had he proved that to you, to Phil. An undying sense of loyalty and the need to protect those he held dear.

Listening to the story of how this kid betrayed him hurt, you knew he wouldn’t take kindly to it either. Phil had told you of their plans, they’d need your blade in the war to come and you were more than happy to help.

He ended up inviting you to his new residence, in the middle of an arctic tundra where he resided with Techno.

Leaving you to consider the offer, he had left the coordinates on a small piece of parchment, saying that you could come find them as soon as you made your decision.

At the end of the week you had searched every chest in your house, packing everything you'd need for the journey and more.

At the beginning of the second week, you were on your way. Map taken from the wall and stuffed carefully amongst your other belongings.

In shining black armor made of the strongest material you had found thus far, Netherite, glowing with enchantments you had casted on it you made your way through forests and field.

The signature cloak that you had worn constantly during your adventures pulled around your shoulders, knowing you'd need all protection against the cold you could get.

You had been right, the armour and weapons you carried weighing heavier and heavier as your feet disappeared in the deepening layers of snow that covered every surface.

Cursing yourself for not taking the undoubtedly quicker route through the nether, you continued on. In reality, your knowledge of the routes in the hellish place was limited, far too limited to venture out and find his portal.

When you saw the house with lit up windows in the distance you audibly sighed in relief, you had made it.

Inside, Phil had used about every excuse he could think off to keep Techno in his house, for supplies he'd go out to get them. He wanted Techno to be home when you'd arrive, he knew you would, you had agreed to join them. He just didn’t know when you’d arrive.

"I can go get them." He spoke as he pulled on his jacket, wrapping a fur lined cloak over it to protect him against the blizzard that stormed outside.

"I don't understand why you're so desperate to keep me inside Phil." His own coat was already wrapped around his shoulders as he leant against the doorframe, ready to head out and gather new firewood.

As Phil struggled to think of an immediate excuse, Techno already had his hand on the door knob, twisting it as he opened the door.

His brows furrowed as you looked right at him, surprise etched on your face as your hand uselessly hung in the air, about to knock on the door that he had opened.

"y/n?" Your name rolled off his lips as a smile formed on your face, your hand uselessly falling beside you, "missed me?"

He pulled you inside, the task he had in mind completely forgotten as you stepped into the house, looking up at the pig skull adorning the male's face.

You could see his mouth turn into a line as he looked at your inadequate protection against the cold climate. He asked Phil to grab some spare logs out of the basement for the fire as he pulled you towards it.

He took your cloak as you unclasped it, the snow making the material heavier, soaking it. Even under the cloak you were soaked, your body heat forcing the snow that reached your clothing to melt.

Techno pulled out another armor stand, positioning it beside the door as he hung your cloak besides the fire.

After you had finally shed yourself of the heavy armor, placing the weapons and tools you carried beside the armor stand, you sighed in relief as you stretched your aching limbs.

Phil came in, arms filled with wood logs that he laid down beside the fireplace, tossing one in before granting you a small smile.

From behind you, Techno approached, pulling off his own cape before hanging it around your shoulders. The fur brushing against your cheek as you send him a grateful smile, "thank you." A small rumble left his form in response.

You sat down near the fire, leaning back as you finally allowed your limbs some well-earned rest.

"What are you doing here?" Naturally that would be his first question, your eyes met Phil who simply shrugged his shoulders, "I invited them. Figured we'd need the manpower," he gave you a small smirk, "the company would be nice too."

A chuckle left your throat as you looked back to Techno, the mask hiding most of his face, "Besides that, I've wanted to visit for a while. Just didn't know where to look." you shrugged your shoulders as you pulled the red velvety material closer around your form.

The flames danced happily in the fireplace, casting a comfortable warmth onto your face.

"It's been a while." you muttered, seeing Techno move closer to you as you leant against the wall from your position on the ground, years, maybe even decades had passed since you last travelled with the two males. The memories still fresh in your mind however as they raced through your mind.

Turning your head back to the pink haired male, you spoke up, "I'm assuming the saying still stands?"

From underneath the mask you could see a small smirk tug at his lips, "Technoblade never dies."

A small scoff left your lips, a small smirk finding itself onto your face, "Of course, what did I expect?" you still remembered the first time the words left your lips.

The blood on the ground fresh as you sat down, exhausted, the wood fence poking into your back uncomfortably as you pulled the cork out of the health potion in your hand, bringing the bottle to your lips and chugging the liquid desperately.

A swarm of venomous cave spiders had popped up from what you thought to be a blocked off side entrance in the maze of hallways that made up the mineshaft. Phil had offered to set up a small yet safe camp in a large opening at the end of the cave, leaving Techno and yourself to explore.

He had been at your side in a second when he heard your shriek echo through the hallways, glowing sword in your hand as the other desperately clutched your upper arm where you had been bit. Despite that you stood unwavering, your blade slashing through the creatures that speedily approached you.

Together the spiders had been taken care of quickly, despite the couple of bite marks now littering your skin. The wounds grew closed as you carefully applied a regeneration potion to the areas, offering the remaining of your bottle to your friend.

"Are you good? I've got like half of this potion left if you're out." your voice echoing of the walls as you stood up, the potion in your hand.

A small smirk played on his lips as he turned to you, making you realize he didn't even get bit once by the spiders.

"I don't need potions."

"You're going to die without eventually." you cocked your head, unimpressed at the cocky male as you replugged the potion and put it away.

"Technoblade never dies."

"Technoblade never dies?" an amused smile played on your lips as you looked at him as he nodded his head in confirmation.

"Can you say the same?" Techno asked, leaning back as you could see Phil turn around behind him, curiously watching you and listening along for an answer.

You shrugged your shoulders, "naturally. Can't say it hasn't been close though." Your hand moved to the small satchel at the side of your belt, pulling it open and producing a small doll like figure.

"A totem." Techno concluded as he looked at you, in response you nodded, "Yes, they're true life savers when it comes down to it."

Phil sat down with the two of you as you tossed another log into the flames, "So you're the person that raided those mansions."

The nod of your head was enough of an answer as you returned the small object to the satchel it had come from, "how many do you have?" Phil asked curiously as you gave him a small smile, "I've got about... 5, i think in my ender chest."

The two males nodded as you buried your entire form in the comfortably velvet and fur of Techno's cape, inhaling his scent through your nose as you closed your eyes for a second, although it only felt like a second to you.

Phil's elbow found Techno's side as he looked at you, both males watched your crouched form, face hidden by the fur of the cape the engulfed your body, Phil looked questioningly as Techno who stood up.

"I'll take care of them Phil." Techno spoke, hooking his arms under your knees and under your back, picking you up gently and taking you to the upstairs of the cottage.

Placing you in the bed and pulling the covers over your form, Techno left his cape around you as he noticed how comfortable you looked with it. A small smile formed on his lips as his hand unwillingly brushed some hair that had fallen in your face and pushed it behind your ear.

"I'm glad you found me."

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mcyt-imagines · 4 years ago

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hi! i’m like 80% sure requests are open but if they aren’t feel free to ignore this! i was wondering if i could get some fundy confessions? like a similar piece of writing to what you did with ranboo? which by the way was very good and your writing is super neat :]

I’m so glad you enjoyed the lil Ranboo confession hcs, I hope you enjoy these just as much! :)

Fundy Confession HCs

Realising he likes you

Fundy knows he’s crushing on you immediately. But he doesn’t understand how deeply he cares for you.

Fundy finds himself surprised when he doesn’t have to chase you, you actively pursue him as much as he pursues you.

Fundy usually doubts himself when he finds himself crushing on someone, unsure whether he should pursue them. But with you it’s different, your support makes him feel confident in his feelings.

Sometimes he feels as if he could never confess, scared he could ruin your friendship in case you don’t feel the same way. (Even though you very much do, he just thinks you deserve someone better too)

Fundy spends a lot of time contemplating his feelings for you, mostly in his head whilst the two of you are hanging out. He finds himself zoning out while you’re speaking, his eyes wandering between your vibrant eyes and your gesturing hands, landing somewhere in between, usually on your soft lips. However, if your back is turned to him, he will simply fixate on your hair, his hands desperately wishing to feel it. He knows that it's soft from the few times he’s fixed a stray lock of hair to a spot behind your ear. Basking in the pride he feels when your cheeks tint a soft pink, wondering whether it was real or just a cruel trick played by his imagination.

Fundy often finds himself thinking of you whilst streaming, he’s mentioned you a few times. Not enough to raise any questions about what your relationship with him is, just enough so his chat can try and appreciate you as much as he does when he allows his mind to wander mid-game.

Fundy finds himself slamming into an epiphany late one night when he realises that dating you isn’t about whether he thinks he deserves you but whether you do. And he hasn’t even given you the chance to answer, all this time he’s made the decision for you because he’s too scared of what your answer would be. He makes a promise to himself that night. That you deserve to make that decision yourself.

The Confession

Fundy knows that if he’s going to confess, he needs to make it extravagant and perfectly tailored to you.

This man plans out his confession to you for MONTHS, meticulously crafting props, making bookings, and trying his best to coordinate far away friends. Meanwhile, your friendship continues to strengthen with each night chatting until the both of you fall asleep in lone discord calls.

You know that Fundy has been busy with a project he refuses to tell you anything about, changing the subject with nervous stuttering whenever you bring it up.

You have let it keep you awake for a few nights before concluding that perhaps he finally managed to snag a partner and he was unsure how to tell you. So, the next time you meet up you make a note to drop some hints about knowing what his little project is. This freaks Fundy out instantly. How the hell did you figure it out? And you seem super okay with it? Was he wrong, do you actually feel the same way? Fundy’s head is spinning as you continue your casual conversation alone, “But don’t worry, I can wait. I only want you to tell me when you feel comfortable.” Your words snap Fundy out of his spiraling thoughts as your warm hand squeezes his knee and he forgets how to breathe.

Fundy spirals yet again that night after he gets home. You seemed okay with him liking you? But you didn’t confess either!? What does that even mean!? Fundy groans loudly before stuffing his pillow over his face, wishing that his love life could be easy.

He sets to work the next morning, finalizing all of his plans. When once again, he is struck by another epiphany. You wouldn’t want this. Some big extravagant show with the pressure of your mutual friends watching from the sidelines. You’d want something sweet and personal. That only you and he would understand, or even care about. He doesn’t bother cancelling the plans and bookings, instead of texting you to meet him at his place for dinner. If tonight works out the two of you can still experience the more extravagant side of his confession, but if this whole encounter goes sour it can go sour in private rather than public.

You arrive promptly, as you always do. Happy to spend time with him and perhaps seduce him you dress a little cuter than usual. Hoping he takes notice. He definitely does, and you can tell. The second he opens the door to reveal your frame he’s grinning, a light pink rests at the tips of his ears almost immediately. He is quick to greet you and lead you inside.

Fundy spent all afternoon regretting that he had sent that text to you. As he had to frantically run around the kitchen trying to come up with a meal to cook because there was absolutely no way, he was going to feed you takeout! Normally of course he wouldn’t have minded doing that, but not the day he plans to confess! That’d just be embarrassing. He spent a good thirty minutes deciding on the menu, thinking he’d do something Dutch to show off a little. And then he promptly realised that over half of the Dutch dishes he knew required no cooking but days of prep-work. Which took out a lot of what he knew how to cook.

So, by the time you arrived, he actually hadn’t finished cooking anything yet. And he was internally screaming as he heard your knock upon his door. So, to distract you he invited you into his room for some Minecraft. He repeatedly thanked his past self for furiously cleaning his room even though he originally had no plans for you to come in here.

As you play your eyes wander around Fundy’s room, allowing yourself to be distracted by his nerdy décor. “Creeper!” You scream as you’re brought back into reality as Fundy’s character jumps in between yours and the exploding mob. You gasp dramatically, “Fundy, my hero!” You pretend to swoon, grinning as he chuckles at your antics. “My shield is now practically broken.” He whines, “Take mine.” You drop it in front of him before moving your character back over to the iron ore you’d spotted in the cave earlier. He readjusts himself beside you, shimmying his shoulders as he mutters out a quick thanks. You lean against him softly, “No worries.”

It is at that inopportune moment that he remembers he had been cooking before you showed up. Thank god his oven had a safety feature to turn off after a certain amount of time. He ducks out for a few moments to quickly check on the mess of ingredients he’d chucked into a casserole to find it charred black. He repeatedly slams his head against his countertop as he began to enter both yours and his usual order of Chinese takeout into his phone. “You good with Chinese takeout?” He calls towards his room, wishing a hole in the ground would open and swallow him up pulling him straight down to the ninth circle of hell for his crimes against love. “Hell yeah, I am!” You respond with an enthusiasm that allows him to unclench his jaw and unfurrow his brows. God, you were definitely too good for him. Even as a friend.

Hours soar by with ease as the two of you play, trying your best to speedrun Minecraft and absolutely failing. Fundy does manage to make a nether portal pretty quickly using the lava pool strat. He allows himself to puff out his chest, pride swelling as you cheer him on with a grin. You don’t stop playing even when the takeout arrives continuing to communicate through mouthfuls of rice and complaints about trying to not get grease on your keyboards. Fundy cant remember that last time the two of you spent time like this just hanging out with no pressure from his stupid feelings and you absolutely glowing with joy beside him. He knows you need to do this more often.

“YES! FUNDY HIT HIM! AHH!” With one final blow, the dragon is slain and you finally beat Minecraft. You throw your arms around Fundy laughter bubbling from your lips, his arms grip you tightly pulling you close. His own laughter reverberates against his chest causing you to realise just how close he was holding you. You gulp down your rapidly growing nerves before looking up to meet his gaze, finding his face a lot closer to yours than you had expected. Fundy looks down at you as his cheeks burn a bright crimson and he tries to stutter out the words he’s been dying to tell you for the past six months.

And that’s when it hits you like a tonne of bricks. The bullshit he had been hiding this whole time wasn’t a partner, he wanted you to be his partner! Your mouth falls open in surprise for a few moments as Fundy continues to gape at you. “Holy shit Fundy.” That causes his gaze to snap to yours, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a firm line. “I thought you were hiding the fact you were with someone from me!” You laugh at your own absolute stupidity, hand coming to press high on Fundy’s chest. “Wait, what!?” The exasperated expression on his face only causes you to laugh harder, “Yeah, I thought that’s what you were being super cagey about. Sorry my bad, misjudged that one.”

Fundy finds himself chuckling too, his shoulders relaxing as he does so. “Yeah, a real good read love.” He laughs, your gaze rises at the pet name. “Real presumptuous of you Fundy, I haven’t even said if I feel the same yet.” Your teasing tone doesn’t even stop him as he pulls you even closer to him, pressing your body flush against his. “I think I can read you pretty well now. Not to mention you’ve been blushing this whole time.” He grins into your hair, squeezing you with an unbridled joy you find so contagious. Or perhaps you’re feeling that way because it turns out your crush isn’t actually dating someone else but instead likes you back?

“B-but like, just checking you actually do really like me-“ Fundy begins, feeling his nerves inevitably creep up his spine. Before he can even finish you cup the back of his neck with your free hand, the other clenching his shirt as you kiss him with all the intensity you can muster. “That answer your q-.” You begin to respond against his lips only from him to silence you, which maybe you deserved. Fundy can’t help but smile into the kiss. Somehow things actually turned out alright. Squeezing your warm soft hips, he ponders who the hell is looking out for him upstairs. But as your hands tangle in his hair, he makes a silent promise to himself he’ll consider praying to them tomorrow.

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aressss1 · 4 years ago

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Through Fire and Ice Chapter 9

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 9

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You were sitting on the porch staring off into space, your chin resting in your hand. You were thoroughly bored. You couldn’t even read your old books. You didn’t have any chance to grab any of your things, you were thankful you hadn’t gotten a dog or a cat after you had moved into your house. Though you wished you could go back and get some of your belongings. Dream had offered up to help you get through the snow, to get some of the things that you missed. You shook your head when he said that.

You had no idea what the surface looked like up there, but people had come back with stories about how the snow was as tall as they were. You shuddered at the thought. You loved feeling the sun shine down on you, on days that you would read outside… It was weird to think that you wouldn’t feel that ever again. Depressing thoughts crept up on you, and as you tried pushing those thoughts away, you felt your mood plummet. Just as you let out a sigh, a familiar sight of a red cloak entered your vision, and you felt yourself perk up.

“Techno!” You waved at him. He seemed to be focused on something. Maybe he hadn’t heard you. You shrugged it off as that anyway. Not wanting to sit and sulk any longer, you push yourself to your feet. Your pace quickened the closer you got to Techno. But you didn’t know the area as well as you should have, you tripped on a small piece of stone that jutted up from the ground. You gave a little yelp and watched as the ground came closer and closer. You closed your eyes waiting for impact.

“What are you doing?” His voice rang through your ears. The impact never came. Opening your eyes, you were mere inches away from the stone ground. His arm had snaked around you, mid fall, saving you once again. “I can’t leave you anywhere without you getting into trouble.” Though the words were meant to tease you, you could hear the grumpiness in his voice. You liked that you were starting to pick up on things you didn’t normally pick up on when he was still new to you.

“Why are you so grumpy today?” Your eyes narrowed at him, as he set you upright with a huff. “More importantly where were you yesterday? I waited as long as I could for you.” You saw something flash in his eyes, but he quickly looked away.

“I was mining,” he muttered, “lost track of time.” He kept walking leaving you where you stood. You huff in annoyance.

“Can I come with you this time?” You asked. Only receiving nothing but a grunt from him. “You know, to make up for lost time?” This felt similar to your past partner, who you begged to be with for any amount of time, only for them to tell you that you were needy and that you couldn’t do anything on your own… You didn’t like that feeling. You knew Techno wasn’t like that. So… Why did it hurt so much?

He stopped dead in his tracks. His golden eyes turning to study your face. He didn’t say anything, just jerked his head in the direction he was walking in. You took that as permission, and you fell into stride with him as he slowed himself down. You two fell into silence, your stomach twisted and turned with anxiety. You didn’t want to lose Techno as a friend, so why did it feel as if you were losing him?

“What did I do?” You tried so hard to keep your composure, but Techno heard that crack in your voice… And it pained him.

“Nothing,” His voice came out with a sigh, “I’ve been thinking,” Oh god… your chest tightened. Those were the words that came before disaster in your life. Your ex used those words on you before leaving you, telling you how useless you really were. Grinding your teeth, you listened to him speak. “No one around here wants me around.” His voice was even, and you were still panicking. “I think I should just pack up and leave, in a few days when Phil doesn’t need me, when the mine is done.”

“W-why?” Your squeak, making him look you fully in the face from behind his mask.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed the looks I get around The Burrow.” His hand absentmindedly rested on the handle of the pickaxe hanging off his belt. “I think it would be better for yours and Phil’s image if I just leave.” Your chest was tense, and your anxiety eased a tiny bit but… You didn’t want him to leave…

“Our image?” You raised your eyebrows. “Techno who the fuck cares about images?” You heard him chuckle.

“Well, a lot of people do,” you could hear a smile come through his words, “I’m the big scary Blood God, here to kill all of you.” He motions wildly with his arms dramatically leering at you. He makes you laugh. His heart soars at your laughter.

“You’re not scary,” you catch his hand in the air. Noticing the air shift around you, you look around and you were now in front of a small strip mine sort of hidden away in The Burrow. Your eyes flick back to his hand. “I know you’re not exactly human, but that’s not a bad thing.” Your fingers on your left-hand lace through his, and your right hand was left caressing his arm making its way up behind his skull mask. You lightly touch his down pointed ears, running your fingers over the golden earrings he wore, causing a shudder from him. You giggle. “You have both parts human and… They’re called piglins right?” He nodded his eyes fully entranced by you.

“I’ve never been to the nether,” you confess. “And while I have never seen a piglin… Never seen how they are… You have shown me nothing but kindness, saved me many times in many ways.” Your hand runs to the back of his neck feeling past scars, lingering there for just a second. “Human’s never showed me any of that.” Your hand drops to his chest where you could feel his heart thrumming below your fingers. “Your heart beats like a human’s, and I bet you don’t love like a human.” He cocks his head at your statement. “I’ve seen your devotion, to Phil. I bet when you find someone or something to love it’s stronger than what a human can handle.” You give him a smile. “If you can love Phil that deeply, like a brother, I-I want to meet him.”

“You want to meet Phil?” He seemed baffled. Remembering how you requested that he bring Phil and Kristin their rations because you were still scared of Phil. You nodded keeping your eyes down.

“I don’t care about image, Techno,” You didn’t allow him to derail the topic at hand. “I’m not going to stop you if it’s truly what you want, but… please don’t leave…” There you were begging someone not to leave your life again. You felt pathetic. You felt his hand tip your chin up as tears welled up in your eyes.

“For you,” he leveled with you, “I’ll stay.” What he really meant was… ‘I’ll follow you to the deepest depths of the earth.’ His hand still intertwined with yours he pulled you to his chest and he gave you a tight hug, his whole body enveloped you and you held on tightly to him. You didn’t feel so alone with him there, and your heart thudded in your chest. You were starting to develop feelings for this hybrid… The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, while he let his jaw rest on the top of your head.

“You’ve never seen the nether?” He questioned you, and you nodded into his chest, just relishing the feel of his hands rubbing your back. “I promise I’ll take you there,” You pulled back from him, excitement rising in your chest.

“Really?” You bounced on your heels, gripping his shirt. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction.

“Just give me some time to get a set of armor prepared for you.” He stepped away from your excited form.

“Deal!” You nodded to him. He held the iron door open for you as you both entered the mineshaft, unknowing that certain eyes were watching from a far.

You were in that strip mine almost all day with Techno, and as much as you loved mining and talking with him. You were tired, well… That is… until Techno broke through into a cave of sorts. You had found a second wind.

“Huh…” He cleared out the stone in front of him. “We found ourselves a mineshaft.” He ducked below low hanging stone and walked through onto wood. “Have you seen one of these?”

“Can’t say I have…” You shook your head following him into the mineshaft. “I always bought the things I needed; I never really went exploring for things.” You lingered close to him. The two of you walk through the halls of the mineshaft. He had to duck his head to not hit his head on the wood of the support beams keeping the walls and ceiling supported.

“You know where these places came from?” He craned his neck to look down at you through his mask. When you shook your head, he continued. You felt yourself lean closer into him as you listened to him. The interest on your face, brought a blush to Technoblade’s cheeks not that you could see it from behind the mask.

“They say in the times of old before any of us walked this earth, the inhabitants of this land, ruled over everything peacefully. This world used to have more people, who were probably just like us. Some say that they had better technology, others would say that their lands were barren and the world, as we knew it, wasn’t like this. Savannahs, deserts, swamps, you name it… They weren’t a thing back then… Or so they say. The only thing that was constant was grass and cobblestone. Some even say there weren’t even any trees in the beginning.” You bite your lip trying to process what he was saying. It was hard to imagine. You heard his chuckle.

“Things rapidly changed, and the people of this world thrived. Building these mineshafts, desert temples, ocean monuments, and jungle temples. People formed villages, and as time would go on, the land would change so much so that the villagers sometimes would be stuck in their homes buried under dirt, with no way to get out, until someone with the capabilities to help did.” Techno took a second to breathe and to see if you were still listening, and you were wholeheartedly listening to every single word, you practically hung on his arm. “The ocean floor used to be nothing but gravel, and the oceans housed very little fish.”

“What happened to that world?” You eagerly asked your hand tightening on his arm. You could see a devilish grin spread upon his face.

“Well, you see…” He turns and slowly backs you up to the stone wall, his eyes flooding black and his irises turning silver, the sight making you shudder. “There’s a legend, that a mighty being named Herobrine walked these lands, wreaking havoc on any who crossed his path. Many saw a face with shining white eyes staring back at them, in mineshafts… Much like this one.” His face was inches away from yours “Hiding around the corners that ended up being dead ends with no place for him to go.” You felt goosebumps rise on your arms at his words. “Making tunnels that weren’t there previously before, using Redstone torches to lead you to your demise.”

You felt his hot breath on your skin. His closeness was almost too much for you to handle. You were having trouble listening to his words, and to top it off his hand rested on the wall next to your head. You tried not showing how flustered you were.

“People theorize that he was the one changing the world to his liking. They also theorized that he was the one to wipe everyone out.” Techno’s eyes flash almost in a predatory manner. “Who knows… Maybe he’s… watching us right now.” Before you could react, he lets out a playful roar and picks you up as he spins you in the air and you let out a scream in surprise. His laughter calms you down almost immediately and you give him a playful glare.

“How dare you Techno.” You grumble out, still in his arms.

“You make it too easy.” He was still laughing as he set you down onto the ground. Letting you regain your composure.

“Do you think that’s what really happened?” You ask after a second of thinking over his words.

“No… I don’t, but I don’t think the people were killed when they disappeared…” He shrugs “People have their stories, but… I found a book, an incredibly old book, and it has more than one author.” You look at him questioningly. “As I told you, the world was barren, and it was mentioned in this book. But as the book fell into different hands, pages were added, and they recorded the changes of the world. The book would find someone else, and it would be passed down. It found me in my travels and once I am at my end in this world, I will leave it for someone else to add more pages.” After a few moments getting back on track he continues.

“The book described people disappearing and people appearing almost out of thin air, and they claimed they had been in other worlds. I honestly think that whatever happened… People were just moved to a different world. Scattering everyone to different places, and this world was mostly abandoned by the old inhabitants.” He looked down in thought. “But that book also spoke of another possibility. Have you heard the music disk titled ‘11’?”

“That creepy recording?” You had a copy of it in your old home, you had kept it because it was one of the rarer music disks. It was something that you had found just randomly on the ground one day in your old village. He nodded.

“That’s the one…” He sighed. “I don’t think that that disk was a fake recording meant to just scare people…” He let his words sink in and you shuddered. “Whatever was chasing the person recording, could very well be the cause of everyone disappearing from this world.” You were having a hard time wrapping your head around it all. “I think that’s where the legend of Herobrine was started.”

He gave you the time you needed to think about everything, you watch as he mined the nearby materials. The both of you rounded a corner and there sitting in a minecart was a chest. You heard Techno chuckle feeling his hand on the small of your back, he pushes you toward the box.

“It’s all yours, darlin’,” He felt his breath catch in his throat, and you felt butterflies take flight in your stomach just by hearing the nickname. He definitely didn’t mean to call you that, and it was just a slip of a tongue, and he wasn’t sure if he had offended you with the nickname. Though judging by your red face, maybe you had liked the name. He didn’t know he was just thankful for the mask obscuring his own blush. Clearing his throat, he looks away as if nothing happened. He nudged you toward the chest.

When you open the chest, your eyes widen. Inside, were a few seeds which were going to come in handy, some bones, and some rails sitting at the bottom of the chest. But what really caught your attention, was an enchanted book, a name tag and a golden apple. You grabbed everything you could and flipped through the enchanted books pages. It was in a language you didn’t know how to speak or write. Looking up at Techno, he takes the book from your hands.

“Fire Protection III,” He chuckled reading it out for you. “This will help a lot when I make the armor for you, for when I show you the nether.” He beamed handing the book back to you. You gave him a smile at the thought of another adventure with Techno. It was funny, the world was so screwed up, but this hybrid had managed to show you more of it than you ever had seen in your entire life in just a short amount of time. You were excited to see the other things he had in store for you.

You had even found your first set of diamonds in this mineshaft, Techno insisted that you keep these too as well as the other treasure the two of you had found. By the time you two had found the entrance to the mineshaft you were spent, and you were so happy to be on the way back to Niki’s.

“I still can’t wait for you to meet Phil,” Techno grinned, and you gave a happy sigh, loving his smile. “There’s a reason he’s the leader of The Burrow, and that’s because he’s like the resident dad. There’s a lot of people who respect him.”

“Well…” You couldn’t believe you were about to say this. “We could go visit him, now if you want?” There was a small part of you that wanted him to say no, but you knew that wasn’t a possibility with the way he genuinely smiled at you.

“If that is what you’re comfortable with.” His eyes searched for any doubt in your eyes. Your hand gently reached for his when you nodded.

“I’m ready.”

“Schlatt, I need a favor.” Dream sat across from Schlatt in Schlatt’s newly formed office. The sight he saw in front of that mineshaft making his blood boil. He wasn’t worried though he had a plan, and that’s why when he saw you hug Techno, he came straight to Schlatt.

The construction loud outside the room. Schlatt had many workers working on his arena, and it was impossible to drown the sounds out. Schlatt’s desk sat in front of an angled thick window that gave him the perfect view of the huge arena. The office was the only thing that had been finished out of the whole arena, and it was impressive looking complete with fancy looking potted plants.

“What can I do for ya bud?” Dream had no idea where Schlatt had come across a cigar or if he was saving them but Schlatt let the lit cigar hang from his mouth, taking drags off of it when he saw fit.

“I want to fight Technoblade.” The words hung the air, and they brought a smile to Schlatt’s face. The plans already working through the gears in his mind.

“I see.” Schlatt chewed on the end of the cigar. “What are we thinking? You want it to be a fair fight?” Puff of smoke emitted from his lips as he spoke. He laced his hands together setting his elbows on his desk so he could rest his chin on his interlaced fingers.

“Whatever gives the best show.” Dream smiled from behind his mask. “The details can be worked out in the wash. I just need you… To get Technoblade to agree to a fight with me.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

You waited outside Phil’s house apprehensively. Your jaw started to hurt; it was then when you noticed that you were clenching your teeth. You rubbed your jaw hoping to find relief for the pain. Techno had gone in to explain the situation to Phil. You let your eyes wander; this was the area of the residential district you wanted to have your house in. In fact, the wall you had looked at before with Dream, had been across the way on the other side of the cavern.

When you looked over at the wall once again… You could see Dream and his friend, Sapnap working, they were mining out the area you had wanted to claim. When you remembered Dream wanted to help you build your house, the thought made you smile. Dream was always so nice to you. You weren’t sure if they had seen you, but you leaned over the railing, opening your mouth to say hi to Dream. But you were quickly interrupted by the door opening behind you.

Well… At least Dream was able to distract you from the anxiety that now pooled in your stomach for at least a little bit. You stepped away from the railing and turn back to Phil’s door. Techno’s eyes searched your face.

“Ready?” He held his hand out for you to take. “You can leave at any time. Phil knows not to push you.” You swallowed down your courage and nodded, slipping your hand into his. He led you into the house. The house was normal, nicely built and decorated. It was weird associating this sort of house with someone who had almost killed you. But Phil wasn’t a bad guy, or so everyone told you. Techno led you through the main room into the kitchen which led into a dining room.

There sitting at the head of the table was Phil. He was just a normal guy, but that still hadn’t helped your anxiety. You still had nightmares about his blade piercing your flesh. You needed to get over this, for yourself… Not for anyone else, not for Techno… You.

“Hello.” Phil drew out the word, looking up from below a green and white bucket hat sitting on his head. He stood his eyes locked on you, and you felt your grip tighten on Techno. Techno rubbed circles over your hand in a comforting manner. Phil waited for you with patient and kind eyes, he noted the way you clung to Techno, and how Techno responded. He couldn’t help the warm smile emerging on his lips.

“I-I uh…” You sputtered out, your cheeks reddening. Why was this so hard to do? The words were in your mind, but your mouth turned them into jelly. You took a second letting out a calming breath. “Techno says nothing but nice things about you.” You started off. Phil motioned for all of you to sit, and you do tentatively.

“I can say the same about you.” He was careful with his words. “First off… I just want to say, I’m sorry for everything.” His eyes lower to the table, his hat obscuring his face. “If there is one thing that is important to me it’s my family.” He started, his eyes rising to meet yours. “I have Kristin, my boys and Techno.” He motioned to Techno, who had been watching your reactions. “And when I found you in Techno’s house… I thought the worst. I thought you had taken a part of my family. And when we spoke… I- well… I wasn’t going to let you take me away from Kristin and my boys. I was overzealous, and I am willing to do anything in my power to make it up to you.”

You let a shaky breath out. Processing this information. You couldn’t blame him, but that still didn’t take the trauma away from you. Feeling Techno squeeze your hand as if to encourage you, you looked up into his eyes. Yeah… Just in the few weeks that you had known Techno you could say you would kill for him. You thought back on what he did to Phil when he had found the both of you in his house. You were pretty sure, if it wasn’t Phil Techno would have already killed him.

“I’m sorry too.” Your voice was barely just above a whisper, “I forgive you Philza,” and you did. All of that could have been avoided, had you two just sat and talked it out, though that could be said for a lot of situations like that. You didn’t have any family in your life, and you couldn’t blame someone for protecting their own family. For your own peace of mind, you forgave him.

“How’s the shoulder? Any pain?” He leaned forward his eyes scanning over your shoulder, worry lining his features. You shook your head.

“I have some good nurses.” Squeezing Techno’s hand, you chuckled.

“Techno does know a lot about keeping someone alive.” Phil added in, memories that were mysteries to you flashing behind his eyes. “I’d love to have you over for dinner with the family sometime so you can get acquainted with my little family. I know they have been curious about you too.” Feeling a smile pull at your lips you nodded.

“I’d like that.”

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miyaniacs · 3 years ago

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The One Night Stand pt. 6

Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader / Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Part 1 ; Pt. 2 ; Pt. 3; Pt. 4 ; Pt. 5

A/n: anddd angst is hereeeeeee - feedback is always welcome :) it act hurt to write this lol can you tell I had a small mental breakdown yesterday haha but at least it helped to write this chapter here :)

Warnings: angst; not proof read; nsfw ( minors do not read this), usage of the word whore, rough / angry sex

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader , Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Form: oneshot / short story

The whole ride home you stayed quiet. The image of Toji and the other women kissing, just wouldn’t leave your mind. And it did not stop there.

Your mind is creating all those scenarios. Scenarios that tell you that whenever he was on the phone, when you were with him, he was texting her, telling her about how badly he wants to see her again, telling her when you’d leave so she can come over. Him telling her about how bad you are and annoyed, her laying in his arms, naked with her perfect body, laughing about how pathetic you sound. How pathetic you ARE. Crushing on your best friend, fucking with another that is way out of your league, who’s probably just doing it for laughs. Who are you kidding? He definitely did it just for laughs. Saying all those things to you, to get a reaction out of you, just so he can make fun of it later on with her - or even during it, texting her how stupid you are. How fun it is to mess with you, how you started to look at him differently. How he waits at the door when you left, just to wrap his arms around her small frame, just seconds after you left. His hands on her thighs, lifter her up, placing his lips on hers while carrying her inside, laying her down on the bed, you were in just minutes ago.

Hell he was probably seeing her whenever he was away for missions.

Have they all been missions? Or was it just a weekend he wanted to spent with her and get away from you?

But... how are you to judge? You used him... to get over your best friend... And ended up falling for him instead. You never even questioned if he has someone else. You’ve been totally egoistic the whole time, he could have been in an open relationship with her. Toji isn’t one to tell you things by himself, but you never even thought of asking him?

All you did was use him, complain to him and in the end just leave.

Are you really in the position to cry now?

You feel a soft hand touching your arm.

“Hey, were back home.” You look into the blue eyes of your... boyfriend? Can you really consider him as your boyfriend, knowing that you stopped loving him weeks ago? Even before he officially became your boyfriend?

“Satoru.. I - “ His hand cups your cheek and you stopped talking.

“Let’s get inside... I feel like we both need to confess things.” He smiles sadly.

So here you are now. Sitting on the couch in his apartment starring at his inhumanly blue eyes, waiting for him to start talking.

“So... I’m not blind. Even tho most of the time I look like I am..” he jokes, but quickly stopped the second he sees your emotionale expression, “ Well... I know you like him.” He licks his lips and avoids your gaze.

“Satoru... look I’m sorry, I did not plan on playing you... I - I really thought that I still love you.” You whisper and fiddles with your fingers, “ I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“You did not... I- I’m actually relived.” He sighs and looks down. You’re eyes shoot up and you stare at his face.

“What?” Your body begins to shiver as you watch his lips open, the words leaving them seem unreal. Your brain refuses to accept that this is the truth, but the way he looks directly at you, his eyes showing nothing but honesty, you start to shake.

“How long did you plan to keep this act up?” You whisper.

“I hoped that it wouldn’t be an act the whole time... and that I learn to love you ... the way you do.. or did.” His eyes study your face, looking for any sign of emotion. Your eyes get glassy. Your body shakes. Your mouth is slightly open, but no words leave your lips. The tears now run freely down your face.

“Hey... Y/n..” He tries to pull you into a hug, to give you the hold and safety his hugs always provide you, but you quickly jump up and step away from him.

“Don’t touch me.” you’re voice shakes and is barely over a whisper, yet he heard your words and sees the hurt in your eyes. “Just.... don’t - don’t talk to me again... I - just leave me alone.” You walk backwards, your hands grab your hair, your brain can’t fully understand everything that is happening right now.

Gojo on the other hand knows exactly what is happening.

And he feels his heart break.

He is loosing his best friend.

The one person that always stayed at his side, since school you where with him and you stayed. You stayed during the whole mess his life used to be, or is.

You were the only person the felt comfortable with to truly open up to.

“Y/n... please. Don’t leave. Don’t leave me.” He whispers and stands up, still keeping his distance from you.

“DO YOU FEEL LIKE I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU NOW?” You scream, all your emotions crushing down on you all at once.

“No - no... just - it’s late, just stay here and I leave... I’ll stay away for how long I need to ... I don’t want anything to happen to you...” he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“HOW DO YOU THINK I CAN STAY HERE - IN YOUR HOUSE...where ... where everything reminds me of you...” you whisper the last part. Your hands grab the handle of the door, taking a deep breath you open it and look over your shoulder.

“Goodbye Gojo.”

“How long?” He whispers, his voice shakes.

“I - I don’t know.” You say and look at his eyes, tears running down on both of your faces.

Then you close the door and hurry out of the apartment complex.

On the other side of the door, Gojo collapse.

All of his muscles gave up working, he simply lays on the floor, not really able to breath, thanks to the knot in his throat.

He lost you.

He lost his best friend.

The person he saw himself still joking around when you are both old and your hair colors would finally match.

But he failed. He wanted to give you everything, make you happy, he would have done everything for you, not caring about his own feelings, he just wanted you to be happy.

You - the person he cares the most about.

But at the end, he hurt you and he lost you.

Lost you like he always looses everyone close to him.

With all the strength he has left, he takes out his phone and calls the only person he trust with all of this mess.

“Gojo. It’s 2am. And I just came back home.What do you want.” Nanami sighs.

“Please, find Y/n.” He whispers.

“What? Shouldn’t she be with you?”

“I- I told her...” his voice breaks.

“I’ll save the whole ‘ I’ve told you this would happen’ speech.” Nanami sighs. Why does he have to be involved in this mess.

“Nanami please, I don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“I’m on my way.” Nanami hangs up and puts on his shoes.

___

Why did you left him.

Yes what he did was wrong... but his intention wasn’t... you should not have been so hard to him. Not after all he had to go though... and after all he did for you.

He was okay with giving up his ‘hoe’ life just for your happiness.

Also... are you really okay with loosing your best friend?

You need him. And you know he needs you too. You two have always been there for each other, he trusts you and you trust him. You’re actually questing if you‘ve ever really loved him the way you felt you did. The feelings you felt for him and the ones you feel for Toji are … different. Maybe you never really loved before … and truth to be told, you longed for that feeling of someone loving you. Of someone holding you at night, kissing you, of not being alone when you make dinner… of not feeling unloved.

Maybe … your brain really just made you imagine those feelings for Gojo … yes you love him. And he loves you … but at this point … you realize that it’s the same way you love an family member… because that’s what he is for you… family.

Should you just walk back and talk things out with him.

Yes. Yes that would be the most mature thing to do.

But - no . You decided to be childish and let him suffer.

You don’t want to be the one who apologizes, yet you know that he will also not come and beg on for your forgiveness. Not because of his ego... but because he knows how much he hurt you and he doesn’t want to cause you more pain. So at the end you’ll have to go back to him.

Talking about going back... where are you going right now?

Looking around yourself, you groan.

No.

No .

NO.

Why the actual fuck did your feet walk you over to his.

But... but maybe it was meant to be?

Looking up you see light shining through his window.

Should you just... walk up... and knock in his door?

But what if she is still there, what if she opens the door, in one of his shirts, looking flawless, while you stand there, red puffy eyes, your make-up smudged... No. No you will not be that desperate.

Looking around you spot a bench and sit down.

Your eyes are fixed on the window and your mind starts creating scenarios again.

What is he doing right now? You really want to believe that he’s alone - nether the less your mind won’t let you.

In your head he’s laying in his bed. The women straddling him, running her hands up and down his tones body. Her lips leaving marks on his neck, his eyes are closed, yet the smug smirk is still visible on his face.

His hands grabbing her hips, grinding her against him, a deep growl escapes his lips, as she sits up, bouncing up and down on him- the sound of your phone gets your back to reality.

Without looking at the ID you answer your phone, hoping you’ll be able to hear Tojis deep voice.

“Y/n.”

“Nanami?” You blink a few times, not expecting him to call you at this time of the day.

“Where are you?”

“Home.” You lie.

“No you’re not. I’m at your home and you’re not there.” He sighs, “I know what happened. So where are you?”

“Did Gojo ask you to find me?” You roll your eyes.

“Yes. He’s worried about you.” He says in a calm voice.

“Wow isn’t he a wonderful person.” You roll your eyes.

“I am too. I just want to be sure you’re save.” He says sincerely.

“I am. I just need some time alone.” You sigh. The light in the window went off.

“... I don’t feel good with leaving you alone at night in this city.”

“I promise I’ll call you when I don’t feel save.” You smile.

“... I can’t convince you to let me pick you up?” He sighs again.

“No.”

“... well... just don’t go to inside.” He hangs up.

You look around confused and see the silhouette of a men walking away.

He knew exactly where you where.

Why are you not surprised.

Then you see something moving in the corner of your eyes.

There’s a person walking - more like storming out of the building.

The clicking of her heels echoes though the street.

Her long dark hair, flows in the wind, even now her hips sway perfectly even with her aggressive walking.

Was this the women from the bar?

Does this mean he’s alone now?

‘Don’t go inside.’ You repeat the words Nanami told you over and over - as you make your way towards the entrance.

From the distance Nanami watches you. He knew you wouldn’t listen. Looking up he shakes his head, again why is he involved in this. Or better - why did he let himself getting involved in all of this.

“Gojo.”

Another man steps out of the shadows.

“How long have you been here?” Nanami asks.

“I followed her.” He admits.

“And why did you call me up then?” He looks at him annoyed.

“In case she needed someone to talk …” Gojo stares at her figure entering the building.

“Do you think it will end well?” He looks at Nanami.

“Depends on how stubborn Fushiguro will be.”

“So I’ll better stay in case she ends up crying again.”

“You think she’ll want to see you then?” Nanami raises an eyebrow.

“No… but at least I can teach him a lesson for hurting her.” He says and his lips form a tight line.

“… I don’t think you’re in any position to judge.” Nanami shakes his head, “Go now. I’ll stay a bit longer.”

“But -“

“No. Go.” Gojo sighs and turns around.

“Gojo - I know you think you’ve lost her as your best friend … but I don’t think that’s the case. At least not for too long.” Gojo stops for a seconds, his eyes lightning up behind his glasses.

“I hope you’re right.” He says and leaves.

- some time before -

This doesn’t feel right.

His hips slam against her ass, one of his hands grab her waist, the other her hair.

Whenever she moans, he feels like throwing up.

Her voice sounds so wrong.

His hands release her body and grab her face from the back, shoving his fingers in her mouth, trying to muffle what ever she’s saying. Closing his eyes he tries to ignore who is fucking, one of his hands moves down and wraps around her throat. Pulling her towards him, her head falls over his shoulder, while he mercilessly continues fucking her. Some inhuman sounds leave her body, while Toji let’s all of his anger out on her.

He knows it’s not you, but with his eyes closed he can project all of the imagines of you, which he saved in his mind, on this girl and hopefully be able to reach his climax soon. Your beautiful face, the way your lips part whenever he touches you at this one spot, how beautiful his name sounds whenever you moan it…

“Omg Tojiii - I missed this so much.” She moans. Opening his eyes he grits his teeth.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid whore.” He says and the hand around her throat tightens.

He really tries to imagine it being you that’s being with him right now, but he can’t.

She doesn’t look like you, doesn’t sound like you, doesn’t feel like you - she’s simply isn’t you.

He let’s go of her face and throat and pulls out of her.

Trying to catch her breath she looks at him confused.

“Toji? Babe?”

Not even sparing her a glance he gets up and puts on some sweatpants.

“Not in the mood.” He huffs.

“Let me help you get into it thennnn.” She crawls over the bad and her hands reach to the hem of his sweatpants.

“No.” He steps back and grabs her clothes throwing them at her.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“I said leave.”

“But - but daddy we always had so much fun together …” she smirks and looks up at him.

“I said. Get. The fuck. Out. Of. My. Home.” He growls.

“Is it because of that slut?!” She angrily pulls on her dress, glaring at Toji who pulls out one of his cigarettes.

“Wow. Haven’t you told me at first that you’re just messing with her to annoy this guy with the white hair ?! And that I’m way better in bed than her?!” She huffs.

“I lied.” He says and blows the smoke in her face.

“Oh so some ugly fucking slut stole your he-“

Tojis grabs her face, squishing her cheeks inwards.

“I dare you, Max, call her a slut one more time.” His green eyes glow as he pushes her away, making her fall back on the bed.

“You bastard.” Max says and slips in her heals storming towards the door.

“Don’t call me again - like ever.”

“Never did - you were the one blowing up my phone ” He laughs as she slams the door.

Turning off the lights, he sighs and falls down on his sofa. His head rolls back and he stares at the ceiling.

He shouldn’t have left with her.

Deep down he knew that this would help him getting over you.

He looks at his phone.

Should he just call you?

No. You’re probably busy with Gojo right now.

His heart stings at the thought of it.

One of his hands massages his temples. He can’t stop thinking about you.

Oh how he wished that you were here with him right now.

In his arms, telling him about anything and everything.

Every second he spends with you seemed so easy and peaceful. He never felt that way since he lost Megumis mother.

A knock on the door interrupts him from fully embracing this depressed episode.

“I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MAX!” He screams angrily.

“Toji… ?” A soft broken voice calls out his name and his eyes shoot open.

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wantedbetterforyou · 4 years ago

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Missed you (D.H.)

Diego Hargreeves x reader

summary: There’s nothing better than couple reunions. Even in 1963 Dallas, you and Diego find each other and are eager to catch up.

“I think I got everything we need for the next few days” you call out into Elliot’s loft, expecting anyone home to reply. Sighing as you release the brown paper bags onto the wooden table. You’re relieved to be doing this, true be told when you arrived in 1962 you hadn’t expected anyone else to be here too.

You searched for anyone from the Hargreeves family for days. Returning to the Alley way multiple times before giving up and trying to adjust to life in the 60’s. ‘If the timeline’s getting fucked because I’m here might as well make it count’ you reasoned with yourself while becoming involved in local politics. It wasn’t a group of hundreds or thousands meeting to discuss strategies, instead it was groups of 15 or so meeting in black-owned establishments. That’s how you fortunately met Allison, when the meeting you attended was hosted at the salon she had been working at. You’d been staying in a spare room at her home since. You often returned to the Elliot’s store under the guise of needing a new TV, but foolishly desired Diego would drop out of the sky one of those moments.

You walk into the dimly-lit living room area to find Diego and Five discussing among themselves. You feel the air leave your lungs as your throat dries, Diego is really here. He looks different, longer hair, a beard rather than his usual stubble, and he looks stockier. What a sight for sore eyes. He’s tucking in his black shirt into his pants before he spots you, blissfully unaware that the same person he’s spent months thinking about is right in front of him. “Diego” you say just above a whisper, afraid that any louder and this fantasy would disappear, but it’s real. He’s real and he’s taking huge strides before you and you almost begin to speak again before he gently holds the sides of your face tenderly and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

You’re eyes flutter shut immediately, and you melt into his hands. Shock was your initial reaction to the sudden kiss, but your muscle memory kicked in and even you’re surprised your body still recognizes his touch after so long. It’s electrifying kissing him for the first time in months and if you could see yourselves now you’re sure it looks like a movie kiss.

You pull away first but cover your hands around his, making sure to keep them firmly planted on your sides. Then you’re stuttering and struggling to get a single sentence out. So much to tell Diego, you’re sure you could write a book about it. Your mind is racing and words still can’t seem to come out, all you can do is smile at him and laugh at how unbelievable the situation is. After a few moments of intense eye-contact, his features soften even more. He takes in your outfit. Something you would’ve never wore in 2019, yet here you were in a sunshine yellow colored dress that has a ribbon around the waist to accentuate your features. It is also adored with a collar and goes past your knees, it is the 60’s after all. “Holy fuck, I mean look at me” you finally express, letting your hands off of his to motion towards your dress and hair. You look good he tells you, giving you a once over as if he hadn’t been doing that since he noticed you. “I look like a housewife” you pause, “but you? You look really good” letting your arm rest gripping his biceps. When you meet his eyes again, he’s looking at you with such intensity you might explode.

“So how many siblings is it you actually have?” you hear an accented voice question wandering into the room, she vigilantly watches you from her position against the door frame. “This is my partner from 2019” he explains, glancing at you briefly before directing his attention back to her. You aren’t sure why you feel this pang of insecurity hit you and to find relief from it, you intertwine your hand with his. “And in the current present too” you add, squeezing his hand for reassurance. She chooses to ignore your responses and directs her attention to Five and Diego again, questioning what they plan on doing as soon as they find Reginald Hargreeves.

Five insisted that they leave now as to not waste anymore time but Diego managed to spare a few minutes to be alone with you.

“I don’t think your friend really likes me” you mention while casually caressing his face and tucking his long strands away from his face. His hands interlocked behind the small of your back in order to be as close as possible. You never imagined Diego with long hair - in fact he kept himself very clean cut in modern times, you’d have to ask him about the cause of his drastic change. The new look isn’t unwelcome though, if cameras were more ready available during this time period you’d memorize this moment forever. Diego needs into the touch and allows himself close his eyes. He’d never fully let his guard down but moments like these, he’s the most vulnerable. He still doesn’t know how to ask for the things he desperately wants but you’ve learn to read him.

Prior to the time travel, your relationship had gone through every stage there was. At the beginning neither could get enough of the other. There were nights Diego closed up the gym and waited so he could bend you over on the ring and nights where you both took your time. Kissing and licking every part of one another, you had fallen into a comfortable bliss of sex when wanted and could let each other know with the simplistic of body language tics.

Suddenly very aware of how little distance exist between Diego and you, you calculate the next moves precisely. First letting your arms to drop to his hips and walk backwards until you hit the bed. This maneuver being muscle memory after so many nights spent in the gym boiler room. Hitting the bed with a slight bounce you quickly get back to work, undoing his belt and pulling him towards the bed and on top of you. He’s quick to catch your lips in a heated kiss before using his arms on the sides of your head to prop himself up. It dips as he debates kissing you again. You’re breathlessly looking at him, flushed and the way you’re staring at him makes him want to take you right then and there. You’ve got a dress on and he thinks about 10 different positions he could make you cum in without having to take off his clothes but debates against this. Five needs him, they have to follow through with the lead.

“Please, I need you” you sound just as desperate as you actually are but it’s been so long that shame is taking the backseat today. He breaks the eye contact first. Letting his head hang and sighing before completely removing his weight off your body. “I’m still me under this dress” you try to remove tension from the situation with a joke, you don’t want to take the rejection personally. You stand up patting down any creases that might have formed on the dress. “It’s not that, I have to go” He immediately responds, sensing the insecurity in your order and wanting to do anything to dissipate it. There isn’t enough words to express how relieved he is to see you and how BAD he wants you too but alas. “The dress looks good. You look so good. When I’m done with this shit, I’m going to fuck you all night” adjusting his belt and nodding his head towards the bed.

You take another good look at him, his beard still sticking out to you. Imagining the feeling of his beard against your most sensitive nether regions is too much to bear. Your thighs clench at the thought.

note: How do y’all write the canon story and not accidentally fuck up little things? oh well. If you liked this, like/reblog please. Yes this is a repost, not sure why I don’t show up in tags :(

#its a repost because the other one doesn't show up #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves smut #diego hargreeves fanfic #tua #tua x reader #tua season two #tua season 2 #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 4 years ago

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Separation AU Part 1!

Requested by @grant-likes-minecraft. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Impulse and Skizzleman have lived in the same world together for decades, and that’s just the way they like it. But all that will change when one day, Impulse is summoned (literally) to the Hermitcraft server...

(Based on Impulse literally canonically being brought to Hermitcraft via summoning circle in season 3)

...

“WHOAAAA!”

With a yelp, Impulse dropped into a shallow hole over where he had just been walking. He stared upwards as he heard laughter and spotted the grinning face of his best friend a few blocks above him.

“Skizz!” Impulse laughed indignantly. “This is like the oldest trick in the book!”

“Uh huh, and you fell for it,” Skizzleman replied through his laughter. “Skizz: one. Dippledop: zero.”

“Get me outta here and I’ll SHOW you zero,” Impulse snickered. “Got any ladders?”

Skizzleman dropped a single ladder into the hole. At Impulse’s raised eyebrow, he giggled and dropped a few more, before stepping back and letting his best friend climb out of the hole.

Impulse shook his head amusedly at the grin on Skizzleman’s face. “Have you done your chores yet? Or did you spend the whole morning setting up that prank?”

“Whaaaat? Does that sound like something I would do?”

“Yup.”

Skizzleman made eye contact with Impulse, causing him to giggle again. “Okay, yeah, I did.”

Impulse chuckled as he started walking back towards the house, letting his best friend fall into step beside him. “It’s your turn to harvest and replant, buddy.”

“Aww, but it’s so boring,” Skizzleman complained, flipping around to walk backwards so he could talk directly to Impulse’s face. “Can’t we just skip chores for today and go to the beach?”

Impulse scoffed. “Skizz-.”

“C’mon, just look at that ocean.” Skizzleman threw his arm out to indicate the sparkling sea, just visible through the trees. “Can’t you hear it calling you? Don’t you wanna just dive into the cool, refreshing water and just relaaaaaax?”

“You’re doing a great job of selling it, I gotta admit,” said Impulse amusedly. “Okay, we’ll go to the beach, but only if you do crops for the next two days.”

“Done.”

Skizzleman broke into a run, causing Impulse to laugh and pick up speed to catch up with him.

However, at just over halfway to the beach, Impulse skidded to a halt, realising his entire body had started to glow. “Uh, Skizz?”

His best friend stopped a few blocks ahead of him. “What? Oh…! Wait, what’s happening?”

As Impulse was staring down at his glowing hands, he felt himself be lifted slowly off the ground, the block around him glowing brightly.

“Wh-What’s going on, dude?!” Skizzleman yelped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything!” Impulse started to panic. “Skizz, help me!”

He reached out blindly and Skizzleman grabbed his hands. Impulse hung almost upside down in the air, as if something was dragging him upwards by his legs. He strained against the invisible force, focusing on holding onto Skizzleman’s hands as tightly as he could.

But the pull was just too strong.

“IMPULSE!”

Skizzleman cried out as he felt Impulse’s hands slip from his. He toppled face-first into the dirt, but by the time he managed to push himself onto his back and look up, Impulse had disappeared.

Impulse couldn’t stop screaming as he fell through a weird, terrifying vortex of swirling colours. He managed to angle himself so he was feet-first, but this did nothing to alleviate his fear.

And then he landed.

He stumbled as his feet hit the ground, but quickly regained his footing enough to not fall over. Blinking against the bright sunlight shining directly in his face, he realised he could see the slightly blurry outlines of three people standing a little way off, watching him.

Just as he registered them, one of the figures rushed towards him and grabbed him in a tight hug. “Impulse! Oh my god, I can’t believe it actually worked! You’re actually here!”

The person’s distinctive voice helped Impulse identify him immediately, and he was so shocked that he momentarily forgot his disorientation. “T-Tango?!”

Tango released him and stepped back, an expression of pure joy on his face. “You’re really here! I can’t believe it!”

“Wait, wait…!” Impulse frowned, his brain still trying to figure out what had just happened. He stared around and found himself in a brand new world, entirely different from the one he had just come from. “Where am I? And how did I get here?”

Tango beamed. “You’re on Hermitcraft, buddy!”

“And you got here through a… uh… sort of wormhole,” added an unfamiliar voice.

Impulse turned to find a person wearing green armour and a purple helmet.

“Hi, I’m Xisuma,” the person said, giving a friendly smile. He indicated the suited person behind him. “This is Mumbo.”

“Hi!” said Mumbo happily. “Welcome to Hermitcraft.”

“I…” Impulse blinked, hardly daring to believe it. “I really am on Hermitcraft? But- But why did you bring me here?”

“Because you belong here, Impy.” Tango gripped his friend’s shoulders. “I’ve been trying to bring you here for months and it never worked until now. I don’t really know what Xisuma did, but you’re finally here.”

“What about Skizzleman, though?” Impulse asked urgently. “You’re gonna bring him here too, right?”

Tango’s smile fell. He glanced back at Xisuma, whose shoulders drooped. “I… um… I tried to grab onto both of you and get you both here, but… it didn’t work for Skizzleman. There’s something in his code, something that didn’t let me latch onto him. I can’t bring him here. I’m… I’m sorry.”

Impulse stared at him, his stomach lurching. “So… I-I’ll never see him again?”

“Not never,” said Tango quickly. “Just…”

When Tango failed to come up with anything else, Xisuma said, “The borders between servers and worlds are rocky at best. We can’t send you back or bring him here, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a good life here.”

“A good life?!” Impulse’s fists clenched. “How can it be a good life without Skizzleman?!”

Xisuma held out his hands to steady him. “Impulse, please, calm down a moment and-.”

“Calm down?! Y-You just plucked me out of my world without my consent! Forcibly separating me from my best friend! What gave you the right to make that decision for me?”

“Impy-,” tried Tango.

“Don’t Impy me!” Impulse’s voice cracked. “We’ve lived together for most of our lives; I can’t just abandon him!”

“You’re not abandoning him.” Tango grabbed his friend’s hands soothingly. “You’re moving on to a new life, a better life. If Skizz is truly your best friend, which he is, he can’t possibly resent you for taking the opportunity.”

“I…” Impulse hesitated. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him.”

Xisuma winced and hung his head. “I’m sorry, Impulse.”

Seeing how defeated Xisuma was, Impulse’s anger slowly ebbed away. He glanced back at the spot where he had been summoned, a lump rising in his throat.

“Impulse, this is the start of a new life for you,” Tango said gently. “And for me. Finally, you and I get to live on a server together. Imagine what we can do! The possibilities are endless.”

“But they’re not,” Impulse whispered. “Because Skizz isn’t here.”

“Listen…” Tango hesitated. “You two have been together for… for god knows how many years. This change will be good for both of you.”

“And I’ll keep investigating to see if we can bring Skizzleman here,” said Xisuma. “But in the meantime, your new life awaits you.”

Impulse cleared his throat. While part of his brain wanted to scream and cry at being separated from his best friend, he couldn’t deny that he was excited about the chance to finally be on Hermitcraft, as a member of their family. So many more things were possible on a server than in a simple world, from building materials to redstone contraptions. And it wasn’t as if he would be alone; he had Tango, he had Xisuma and Mumbo, he had many other Hermits whom he hadn’t even met yet.

“Alright, then.” A smile slowly spread over Impulse’s face. “What first?”

A spark ignited in Tango’s eyes. “Oh, first we gotta introduce you to all the other Hermits! Then we can talk about building bases. You and I could build one together! I’m thinking a giant underground base in maybe a nether style? There’s so many block palettes we can use and- oh, I think I might already have the perfect thing back at my-.”

“Whoa, buddy, slow down,” laughed Impulse. “Let’s start with meeting the other Hermits, okay?”

As Tango nodded happily, the phrase “other Hermits” reverberated in Impulse’s mind. He knew it would take a long time to get used to this change and wrap his head around the fact that…

...that he was a Hermit now.

…

After six long, sleepless nights in the big house all alone, Skizzleman had finally given up and moved. With his limited building skills, he had managed to construct a small shack near to where Impulse had vanished. His spark, his passion for life, faded a little more with every day that passed.

Skizzleman exited his tiny shack and harvested the small amount of wheat next to the pond, before replanting it monotonously. He then used the wheat to make a few more pieces of bread for his stock. It wasn’t much but it was enough to get by.

After his chores were done, he made his way slowly towards the beach. The sand and the sea used to call to him, urging him to rush down there and have some fun. Not anymore.

On his way, he passed the spot Impulse had disappeared from. No sunlight hit this block anymore. The small allium Skizzleman had managed to plant there was barely visible in the shade.

He lay down on the grass and stared morosely up at the sky, his hand resting on the dirt around the flower, his elbow bent slightly as if he had his arm over his best friend’s shoulder. Closing his eyes, tears trickled down his cheeks.

Skizzleman had never been so alone before.

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imagine-being-straight · 4 years ago

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What a Simp

Summary: Three times Willow's chat tries to convince Willow to make an Amity simp emote and the one time she gives in. Based off of @pastatiger (Sorry for @ing you again) Minecraft AU. Go check it out cause it’s amazing.

AO3

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Word Count: 868

Trigger Warnings: None

The incident from last week now known as, The Awakening of the Simp, gained a lot of attention from her viewers, more so than her usual content. Willow didn’t mind it because that meant more people could gang up on Amity with her and tease her about her very obvious crush on Luz.

Many of her viewers saw signs of it but didn’t want to act on them as shipping real people was very much wrong. As soon as they saw both Amity’s and Willow’s reaction to the situation, and got the okay from Willow, they decided to unanimously bully tease Amity about her crush and her simping for Luz. Much to their disappointment Willow never made an Amity Simp emote. They won some, they lost some it seems.

It was another peaceful day of Willow building her newest project, one that has taken her a few months just to clear out the area for her build. As she mindlessly flew through the nether after collecting some coral from a faraway ocean, she noticed that Amity had killed Boscha a few times. It wasn’t uncommon for Boscha to die from Amity’s hand as Boscha always found a way to push Amity’s buttons, but her dying multiple times wasn’t normal.

Willow’s curiosity got the better of her and to her delight, both Amity and Boscha were in a vc together when she checked the SMP Discord. She quietly joined and immediately muted her mic so as to not distract Amity or Boscha.

The first thing Willow heard was a very loud, “Get out of my swamp Boscha. I got here first.” from Amity.

Willow let out a loud laugh as she heard Boscha reply, “You’re a liar. I’ve been here for over a week. Get out of here you simp.”

Willow let out a snort before quietly saying “Boscha’s not holding back any punches,” to her viewers.

“Oh piss off I’m not a simp. You’re the simp here Miss I spend all of my money on Willow.” Amity angrily countered.

Willow felt a faint blush come to her face as she processed what Amity had said. It certainly explained why she earned so much money streaming. Though Boscha’s family isn’t the richest family in the Isles, her family certainly is in the top 50 richest families.

Willow’s thoughts were interrupted when Boscha stuttered out, “I-I don’t simp for half a witch Willow. I could never like some t-trash like her. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Willow could imagine Amity’s smug face as she replied, “Oh? Then what has Skara been telling me? Are you saying she’s been lying about lending you some money to donate to Willow?”

“S-Skara’s lying. I’d never do something so dumb and spend all my money on Willow,” Boscha flusteredly replied.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk. Are you lying to me Boscha because the Skara I know always tells the truth to us,” Amity teasingly responded. Willow could hear the smugness dripping from her words.

Boscha let out a few unintelligible words before managing out, “Skara is a liar and I don’t donate to Willow at all. Wait, this isn’t even about me. You’re the simp here. I saw the stream live where you grinded at 3 am for Luz.”

Willow let out a quiet “ooooooo~,” as Amity scrambled for a response before responding with, “W-What do you mean? I just wanted to do something nice for Luz. That doesn’t make me a simp.”

“Actions speak louder than words you know. Grinding at 3 am for some item Luz needs is some serious simping right there,” Boscha teased, clearly happy she had the upper hand now.

While Amity stuttered a miserable excuse, Willow took this chance to take a quick drink of water and look at her chat. She saw some people giving the two shit for being simps and others just laughing at what was going on. As she read her chat, she saw a comment saying “Oh my god they need to stop fighting and just get along so they can call their home The Simp Swamp,” which caused Willow to immediately spit out all of her water over her screen.

Willow let out a loud laugh and slammed her fist on her table multiple times at the comment, unknowingly unmuting herself in the process. Willow’s laughter immediately made Amity and Boscha freeze, one out of shock and the other out of gay panic as Willow’s laugh sounded absolutely heavenly to Boscha. Willow continued laughing for a bit, not noticing Amity and Boscha’s silence, and barely managed to get out, “Oh my god you’re so right. It is The Simp Swamp,” before descending back into laughter.

Amity and Boscha both let out some unintelligible noises before simultaneously signing out of both Minecraft and the vc. Willow continued laughing, not noticing the absence of the other two, and eventually calmed down after a few minutes. She finally noticed the absence of the two and as her brain connected the dots she lost her composure yet again. All she could think about was the fact that both of them have to live with the knowledge that their home is now called The Simp Swamp.

AN: Whoops I didn’t mean for this to be posted so late. I finished this chapter almost a week ago and kept forgetting to post it. Special thanks to everyone in the Swimple cult for reading it out loud and making me die of embarrassment while doing so.

#the owl house #the owl house fanfiction #amity blight #willow park #boscha #toh

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crue-sixx · 5 years ago

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Baby, You're a Firework!

Title: Baby, You're a Firework!

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: Motley Crue

Summary: You and Mick are in the midst of an intense sex session when you're interrupted by sulfur, potassium nitrate and charcoal.

Warnings: smut, swearing, light drinking

18+ Readers

Just after the show, you were waiting back at the hotel while Mick went partying with the guys. That kind of thing wasn't your scene, preferring quiet and calm over loud, rude and aggressive. Which surprised your friends and family when you started seriously dating Mick Mars, the guitarist of Motley Crue. On his end, the bad was surprised that he'd be interested in you as well. You were working at the library when you met him-he was looking for books regarding Do It Yourself guitar repair and you suggested a magazine that ended up helping him a lot. He returned a few days later telling you that he'd fixed the problems he was having and started chatting you up, though it seemed a little awkward for him to do so.

All this happened two years ago, right when Motley made it big. Since he was touring most of the time, you didn't get to see much of each other and you felt that loneliness that comes with being the lady of a musician. But this time you wanted to surprise him in his room. Doc had picked you up from the airport earlier and gave you a key to his room. He smirked, knowing exactly what you'd be doing and ordered a bottle of champagne that was waiting on ice in the room.

The other items you'd ordered were still in the boxes- rose petals, candles and that very sheer negligee that you hoped looked enticing on you. It was black lace with pink faux feather trim, the fabric sheer enough to leave little to the imagination. When you slipped it on, your nipples forming peaks in the material. You delicately laid out the rose petals on the bed and floor, lit the candles and as soon as you heard the door open, you put your glasses on and laid in the most sultry pose you could. Mick took a moment to survey the scene and smiled widely "Y/N! What are you doing here?" you gave him an innocent peck on the cheek and he continued "and why're you dressed like that?"

You couldn't help but blush a little-this WAS out of character for you, but you wanted to be a little more adventurous. "Just wanted to surprise you" you kissed him more passionately now, his hands moving around your waist and wandering to your ass and tits. You broke off the kiss to say "I call this look The Lusty Librarian"

"I LOVE The Lusty Librarian" he had a hungry look in his eyes, pushing you against the bed, peppering your skin with kisses and licking. When he got to your breasts, he suckled them through the fabric, with one hand playing with the other nipple and eventually squeezing them together and kissing your cleavage. You let out soft squeaks, which he found both adorable and sexy. He grunted, his dick waking up and pressing a little painfully against his pants.

You looked down at him and said "You can jerk yourself while you're pleasuring me..."

He shook his head and answered "Not yet...you came all this way to be with me and I'm gonna make this last..." his head was in between your legs, you gasping at the sudden feeling of his tongue licking your folds. You heard him grunt again, knowing that he was getting harder by the second. He reached up to fondle your tits as he was eating your out, causing you to slowly rock your hips.

"Just like that baby" you reached down and tangled your fingers in his dark hair. He looked up at you, his icy blue eyes glazed over with the drug of desire. This prompted him to shift so he could get his arm free, and inserted two fingers inside you, changing it up to sucking on your clit. You had inadvertently tugged a little too hard on his hair, him making a slightly annoyed expression with his eyes.

"Sorry, Mick" you softly said "You're so good at that" you arched your back and bit your lip. He stopped and dropped his pants, his cock throbbing for you. You gazed at it, lightly touching the tip. "Want me to suck it, babe?

He only nodded and sat down on the bed, legs open to accommodate you. First, you kissed the head while stroking the shaft, then licked it. He let out a few grunts as he got even harder in your mouth. He usually wasn't vocal or demanding, but the way your glasses amplified your eyes while you were looking up at him made him feel a little bolder. "Oh fuck yes, Y/N..." he reached down and pinched your nipple, making you wince in pain a little. But it was pleasurable "Those glasses make your eyes look big and needy...look up at me" he guided your chin up so you could lock eyes with him as you sucked him off.

You had to stop to catch your breath, and asked "You like 'em baby?" while jerking him off.

He took a more authoritative tone "Who told you you could fuckin' talk?" he pressed the head to your mouth and you began again. This more dominating behavior was a turn on for you, your cunt dripping just from sucking him off. You hollowed out your cheeks and slurped around him, making him buck his hips a bit and hold your head down so you could get his dick deeper down your throat. About a minute of that and you heard him say "Shit, I'm about to fuckin' cum..." you pulled back, letting his seed splash your chest.

The both of you were breathing heavily and you wiped his semen from your breasts with a wash rag. You saw that he was still hard, so you crawled into bed with him, exploring each other with your mouths and tongues. "How do you want me?" you asked, the both of you rubbing each other's nether regions.

"On top of me" he grunted into your mouth "I need you to ride me..." he slipped the negligee off and you were now completely exposed to him.

"Will it be okay for your back?" you asked seriously.

"It's been fine for a couple of days" he looked down at you "it'll be fine now..." he laid back on the bed and you helped him out of his pants, the both of you laughing when there was some difficulty. You had lined up his cock with your sheath and teased the tip a little. He whimpered in need and you decided it was enough and slowly slid yourself on him. "Oh god damn..." he groaned as he felt your warmth swallow him up.

"I've missed this dick, Mars" you slowly started riding him "I've missed you even more..." his hands stroked your thighs lovingly. You were so touch deprived that even that sensation was pleasurable for you.

"I missed this tight pussy" he added, slapping your ass in a playful manner "I missed you too, Y/N" he caressed your cheek gently, like a light breeze. You leaned forward with your hands on his shoulders, your tits dangling a few centimeters from his face. He took this prompt and tickled your nipples with his tongue, and taking one into his mouth and sucking on it. "I'm gonna fuck you baby..." you stayed still and he hugged you to him, his hips making circular motions. You loved this feeling, you getting louder with your moans. You tried to bite your lip to keep it down out of courtesy for the other guests at the hotel but he reprimanded you.

"Don't you fucking dare quiet yourself" he gave a hard, quick thrust into you. This was a new sensation, you gave a yelp of surprise. "You let everyone hear who's fucking you like a goddamn porn star" he gave another hard thrust. You did feel a little pain, but it wasn't unpleasurable.

"M-Mick Mars" you whimpered into his shoulder.

"Louder" he commanded, his thrusts getting rougher and quicker. You sat up and threw your head back, his hand holding you firmly at the waist.

"M-Mick....Mother fuckin'...Mars!" you were so turned on by this new side of him, your pussy was overflowing with your juices. You had cum once already from his rapid trusts, and another orgasm was riding on the back of the last one.

"Again!" he grunted, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he was nearing his own release.

"Mick Mars! Mick Mars!" he sat up and hugged you close to him as he came inside you, him letting out an animal like roar as he did so. He came so much that it was spilling out of you, and you had left scratches on his back as you came for a third time as you felt him filling you up..

When you both calmed down, you rested on each other's foreheads and shared a tender kiss. You were about to share "I love you" when it happened.

Nikki, Tommy and Vince had kicked the door open, all of them sweaty, drunk and high on something when they saw you right after the deed. They hooted and hollered with "Yeah Micky! Get it!" you grabbed the sheet and covered yourself with it, humiliated that people other than your boyfriend had seen you naked.

"Get out assholes!" Mick threw the unopened champagne bottle in their general direction, smashing the thing on the wall. The three fools laughed and Nikki pointed a firecracker at the window while Vince lit the fuse. The thing whizzed past the open window and into the night, the sparks setting the hotel curtains ablaze. You and Mick detangled from each other to get out of the burning room. You dropped the sheet and were stark naked in the hallway, people coming out of their rooms to see what the commotion was about.

Mick was now glaring at his band mates in rage, he too being naked and letting you use him as a shield so people wouldn't see your body. "You fuckin' dicks! You just set my room on fire!"

"And from the sounds coming from in there, you did too in your own way!" Vince laughed, while Nikki and Tommy were mocking your moans of 'Mick Mars'.

"You assholes were listening to us?!" you shrieked, your face red hot with embarrassment.

"Kinda hard not to" Nikki retorted "you were so loud we heard you all the way downstairs!"

You hid your face in your hands with shame "Please just kill me now..." you groaned.

It got worse when the fire department got there to put out the blaze before it spread, one of them having the common decency to give you and Mick both a blanket to cover up with. The police taking your statement couldn't stop snickering at you as you were talking. Then the hotel management told you all in not so kind words that you needed to leave. The staff tossed all your belongings out in the street and told you all to never come back.

You stayed around for two days, making sure Mick's back was okay and silently plotting your revenge on those three fucks. You could call the authorities in the next tour stop and inform them of all the illegal substances in their bus, or call their mothers and tell them that their sons were being hooligans, but you decided on the best (or worst) punishment. When you got home, you picked up the phone and said to the operator "I'd like to make and international collect call please."

"Certainly ma'am" the operator said cheerfully "Where to?"

"London, England" you were grinning from ear to ear at this point.

"Who is it you're trying to reach?" the sounds of clacking could be heard in the background.

"Sharon Osborn. Tell her its Y/N L/N and that its an emergency that Doc needs help wrangling Motley Crue into behaving" the older lady accepted the charges and was on the phone in a few seconds.

"Hello?" a cheery British accent came on the line "Y/N?"

"Yes Mrs. Osborne I'm here" you said "How are you?"

"I'm doing just fine dearie, but how are you? The operator said this was an urgent call" she sounded concerned.

"I'm okay but Doc needs some extra help keeping the boys in line and from what Mick told me that you laid down the law back when they were touring with Ozzy. Those dingbats set the hotel on fire a few nights ago and we were kicked out" you heard her gasp on the other end.

"Well I never!" she snorted "tell Doc that I'll be there tomorrow at LAX in the afternoon! I'll call him with an exact time later!"

"Yes ma'am!" you hung up the phone and called Doc to relay the message. You could practically hear his smile forming on his face and he assured you he'd be there to pick her up.

If only Motley Crue knew that the devil incarnate was coming, they'd run for the hills. You smiled at your handiwork and went back to alphabetizing the shelves at work.

#motley crue #mötley crüe #the dirt #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #vince neil #motley crue imagine #mötley crüe imagine #mick mars imagine #motley crue fanfiction #mötley crüe fanfiction #mick mars fanfiction #not mine #submission

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eugenesmorphine · 5 years ago

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Our Little Girl // Buck Compton Imagine

Taglist: @alienoresimagines

I sat on the couch, watching as my husband Bill walked around the kitchen fixing up dinner. I glanced down at the bump on my stomach. Well, now seeming like a mountain. I was eight months pregnant, and I looked like a cow. I sighed as I placed a cracker in my mouth. These cravings were killing me, right now all I wanted was crackers and cheese. And before I was even pregnant, I didn't even like crackers and cheese! I sighed as I looked down at my big belly. I glanced up at my husband whilst his back was turned, then I looked back down at my stomach. As much as I loved the fact that I was having a child with the love of my life, how come he was even still with me? I am not even close to what I looked like back when we first met all those years ago. I've gained weight, my face covered in acne, almost none of my clothes fit anymore, I have constant mood swings that I myself can't even handle, I was just ugly. Buck could get any beautiful girl he wanted but he chose to stay with me, I just didn't understand.

"You okay over there darling? Want anymore cheese and crackers?" I heard Buck ask from the kitchen. I sighed, knowing I wanted more. I craved more. Its just these hormones are making me feel all out of wack. So I just let out a soft sigh and tilted my head up so Buck could hear me better.

"No thanks Buck, I'm full," I spoke out. I heard him hum in response and then the sound of his heavy footsteps walk towards me. I felt his lips press softly on my head as he walked around me. I closed my eyes and smiled, moving my legs so he had a spot to lay next to me. I opened my eyes and watched as he placed a plate of crackers and cheese with a butter knife on the little coffee table that sat in front of us. A small frown came across my face as I felt my mouth water. I hated how bad I wanted to eat. But I knew I shouldn't.

"I know how you are doll. And I know that crackers and cheese have been your all time favorite ever since we found out about our little baby," he spoke, a small smile on his face as he tilted his head towards me. I just looked at my belly. I hated how he was right. But why did I hate that? There was no need for it. I hated all the dumb emotions this pregnancy was making me feel. So I just sighed softly.

That was until my mouth overpowered my brain. I looked up at him and bit my lip slightly. I watched as he looked over at me, clearly knowing I wanted to say something. I pressed my lips and took a deep breath. "Why are you with me Buck? I mean look at me! I'm like a goddamn cow! My face is covered in blemishes, all I do is eat, and all you deal with is me complaining and my constant mood swings. Why don't you go be with someone else? Someone skinny, pretty, sweet, and could actually stand up on her own," I rambled. My voice soft and weak. Though I didn't feel tears fill in my eyes. Which was strange because I had spent so many nights and days crying about the same reason. Damn you pregnancy hormones!

Buck looked at me. Both in shock and in sincerity. He reached slowly for my hand and clasped it between his two big and calloused ones. I glanced down at his hands and then back into his eyes. "Y/N, Darling, all the stuff is bullshit and you know it. I don't care if you were one thousand pounds heavier or you were bald. Hell, I love you no matter what. Y/N, you are holding our child. A bundle of joy that we made together. A beautiful, beautiful baby. And I couldn't think of any other person I;d want to have a baby with, than you. I love you, all of you. And I want no one else but you." Hid words were soft and so kind. He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss on my lips as one of his hands traveled to my belly. I felt his lips curl up into a smile against mine. Which I couldn't help but smile either.

That was until I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and nether regions. I winced as I sit up, placing my hand on top of my belly. For the past couple days this had been happening. I kept thinking they were just normal pains, I was only eight months in. I had another month to go. But even more recently, these pains kept coming more often. And by recently in general, I mean in the past couple of days. I opened my eyes and saw how Buck looked so nervous. He looked at my belly and then my face.

"Honey, are you alright? Maybe I should call the doctor," he spoke hurriedly as he went to push himself off of the couch. I shook my head as I let out a hard breath. I looked up at him and tilted his head at me. He clearly was worried. Though, I was sure the sharp pains meant nothing. I was only eight months in. Well, that's what I kept trying to tell myself at least.

"No, No Buck. I'm fine babe. It is normal," I said, waving the thought away. Until another sharp pain shot through. This time it was worse. I groaned loudly and placed a hand on my belly again. Tears brimmed my eyes as I screwed them shut. I heard Buck's footsteps hurry over to me and I felt him kneel down besides me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. I nodded and pressed my lips together. "Yeah, maybe we should go to the hospital instead. Something isn't right," I spoke, breathing heavily. Buck nodded and helped me up. He helped me waddle my pregnant self into our car and drove me over to the hospital.

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The car ride wasn't too pleasant. The pains kept coming as we drove closure to the hospital. Which meant my Buck kept getting more and more worried as my groans grew louder and longer from all of the pain. And once we got to the hospital, it was not better. The pain continued as the nurses put me in a bed right away and brought me the delivery room. From there they told me that I was in fact in full induced labor.

"No, no I can't be in labor," I spoke, trying to sit up. Though another sharp pain shot through me. Causing me to lie back and yell slightly. Okay. Maybe I was in labor. I guess this baby was going to come a month early. Whether I liked it or not.

Soon, the contractions came sooner and sooner. Each one more painful and lasted longer than the last. And soon after that, my water had broke and it was almost time to start pushing. And the entire time, Buck stood there holding my hand the entire time. Even when I squeezed his hand so hard that I thought I would have broken at that point. I gulped and cried out slightly as the dilation process really set in. I gulped when I looked up at the nurse after I took a deep breath. She nodded towards me as she got into position. Time to push. I gripped Buck's hand so tight, I heard him wince slightly. I groaned loudly as I used my other hand to grip the bed rail. I nodded and screwed my eyes tightly shut.

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After about twelve hours of painful labor, and what seemed like days of constant pushing. I heard the cries of Buck and I's newborn child. The pain quickly melted away from my body and the pressure in my stomach soon disappeared. My teary eyes opened and I looked over at my husband. Who was now crying. It's rare to see Buck crying. But who could blame him right now, his first child just came into the world. Both of our eyes traveled to the nurse in front of us, the one holding our baby.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Compton. It's a baby girl!" the nurse spoke cheerfully. I let out a small but breathy laugh as tears slipped down my cheeks. A smile as I glanced up at my husband. He was smiling and tears continued falling. I looked back at the nurse and she slowly walked over and placed my newborn baby in my arms. She was bundled up in a bunch of soft blankets, her cries hushed quickly. I smiled down at her. She was beautiful.

"We did it Buck, look at our little girl," I told him through the tears. He nodded, kissing the top of my head. I couldn't believe this was reality right now. Here, our lives as Mr. and Mrs. Compton really were beginning. I couldn't wait to see where the journey of life takes us now.

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers #buck compton #eugene roe #richard winters #the pacific #the pacific imagine #HBO Series #hbo war #hbo

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mystic-kitten-writer · 6 years ago

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Limerence [M] ︳01

Pairing: Zuko x OC

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with future smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 3700+ (Chapters will be longer as we go along - trust me).

Notes: This completes chapter one! I want to say thank you all for the wonderful comments I have received. It means a lot! I hope you all have a fantastic weekend! Happy reading~!

Masterlist ︳Prologue ︳02

❤ Buy me a coffee? ❤

Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Koi no yokan

(Japanese/n.) The extraordinary sense upon meeting someone that you will one day fall in love.

~Ying Yue Jiang ~

My eyes widen at the action that unfolded in front of me.

Helpers were scattered everywhere, some cleaning while others were decorating. Their faces all scrunched up as they concentrated hard on their tasks – just watching them tired me out.

It’s not like we lived in a grand castle – just a larger building, where meetings could be held, and a grand hall in the center where events took place. But with the amount of ruckus going on, one would think they were decorating a kingdom.

“Miss!”

A soft yelp caught my attention, causing me to turn on my heel, only to see a worn-out Kima. Her cheeks were red from her uneven huffs, her brown hairs poking out of her braids as she carried a roll of blue carpet in her arms. Her frequently neat appearance seemed lost, her blue shawl almost falling off her shoulders.

Without thinking twice, I reached forward to relieve her of the weight, but she shook her head, “I have to go deliver this quickly!”

“Why is everyone so rushed?” I questioned as she hassled by.

Not stopping, she shouted over her shoulder, “Turns out Fire Lord Zuko is arriving a day earlier than expected, easy sails. Now there’s so much to do for tomorrow, but I’ll wake you in the morning, sharp!”

With that, she was gone - my eyes widened in amazement.

Her figure turned to nothing more but a tiny spec, blending in with the others. He’s…coming early…My head tilted to the side, taking in the newfound information. I had just finished my last activities for today; the news of Fire Lord Zuko’s early arrival a surprise.

A hand fell upon my shoulder, a delicate pat that could only belong to one person.

“Aang?” I gasped, turning to my right.

There he stood, with those soft eyes and warm smile, an expression that would have anyone at ease in seconds. The touch of a spirit.

Aang had changed so much from the three years I have lived here. He was tall, about the same height as Sokka. But while Sokka worked out constantly, aiming for the buff build - Aang maintained his lean figure. I could vaguely recall Katara gushing about some new facial hair Aang started sporting just last month. Something about a beard.

“Do you see this madness?” I asked him – dazed.

Aang laughed, a laugh that easily carried despite the chaos around us. “I kind of regret inviting him to vacation here ...” Aang mused while scratching the back of his head.

I raised a brow at him, “You told me he was coming here, but you never told me you invited him.” Aang gave me his infamous cheeky grin, a grin that, if paired with Sokka’s, only meant trouble.

“Details, details, details, those aren’t important.” He said with a light laugh as he waved away the ‘details’ in the air. I rolled my eyes, but my lips continued to pull upwards. Since Sokka decided to be a smart-ass and not tell me the details regarding Zuko’s visit, I had to ask Aang.

Unfortunately, unlike Katara’s particular orientated mindset, Aang always seemed to miss the specifics, fitting for an Airbender.

“Did Dad plan for all of this...ornateness?” I asked while swishing my hands around for added emphasis. Aang shrugged his shoulders, “Hakoda and I discussed something small. A nice dinner to welcome him and a tour around the city. It seems the people didn’t think it was enough.”

“Go big or go home, I guess...” I mumbled, imagining Hakoda’s face when he saw how much decoration the people had in mind.

“I’m super excited to see Zuko,” Aang buzzed enthusiastically. His gummy smile shined through, a smile that never failed to reach his eyes. I giggled softly, Aang was such a sweetheart, always wearing his emotions on his sleeves.

“I’m excited too; I’ve never met him before!”

Aang looked at me, wide-eyed, “Never!?”

I shook my head, “I know, three years, and I still never meet the guy!”

“Wow...I never realized how much I travelled... and how cooped up you were.”

I pouted at his statement, shooting him a playful glare. “Don’t have to rub it in...” I whined. Aang looked at me apologetically, “Maybe it’s time you go and visit the Earth Nation...it’s been a while since you’ve been back home,” Aang spoke, once again scratching behind his head, a habit of his.

“Or you could visit the Fire Nation, find some long lost relatives from your Dad’s side. Or the Northern Water Tribe, from your Mom’s side?” Aang proposed.

I let out a long sigh.

The truth was, I knew nothing about my extended family. A giant cloud of confusion always lingering above my head.

Family.

All I knew for sure was that Mom was a powerful Waterbender from the Northern Water Tribe. Her name was Kasa, and she left with some troops as a healer to help in the war in the Earth Nation. She earned the last name Jiang from her fellow Earthbender comrades, where she met my Dad, General Axe.

I couldn’t help but smile, remembering Mom and Dad – two peas in a pod.

Unlike Mom, Dad was a Firebender, a general for the Fire Nation. Covertly, he was against the war, using his high ranking position to warn and protect small Earth Nation villages from raids. Unfortunately, just moments before Aang defeated Fire Lord Ozai; word spread about my Dad’s treason.

The outcome: death.

Not only were my Mom and Dad taken away from me, but my whole village. I was the sole survivor, and at the age of fifteen, I was alone.

Truly alone.

It was not until two years after the incident I met ‘Team Avatar.’ After saving Aang from a possible assassination during one of his visits to the Earth Kingdom, I ended up joining the group, and they brought me here: the Southern Water Tribe.

For the first time in two years, I finally had a family again.

“You know, I would love to travel...” I thought softly, still lost in my thoughts. It’s been how long since I’ve been here – not once stepping out of the Southern Water Tribe. And while I enjoyed my time, would a bit of adventure hurt?

Aang clapped his hands together.

“Then it’s set! Next time a chance to travel pops up, you take it. Explore. Experience the freedom.” Aang sang happily. He placed his hand against my back, pushing me towards the exit, “Now, if you please. I got a surprise.”

I arched a brow at him and let him guide me through the grand doors, “A surprise?”

Aang grinned once again, “Trust me; you’ll like it.”

The cold air from outside hit my skin. The sky was dark, the twinking stars above the only source of light. My hands crept up my arms as an attempt to warm myself, having already taken off my white fur cloak. But the cold chill was soon lost, pushed to the back of my mind.

Aang was right; I did like, no, loved my surprise.

It was not hard to spot my surprise as they stuck out like two sore thumbs, the only ones wearing green in a land covered in snow and ice.

“Is that Twinkle Toes over there?”

Aang cringed in exasperation, hearing his nickname, but nether less, he bore a massive smile on his face.

Without a second thought, I dashed to Toph Beifong, the notorious Earthbender, with an ego taller than herself. My arms wrapped tightly around her muscular frame, and her toned arms snaked around me.

“One, two, three, okay, hug over, get off, Princess!” Toph grumbled.

I snickered, ignoring the fact that she referred to me by my awful nickname, and let go. Her thick black hair was up in a tight bun while her bangs almost covered eyes. “I missed you so much, Toph!” I chirped enthusiastically.

Toph grunted in annoyance and crossed her arms, but I could still see the smirk creeping up her face. Always acting tough but secretly a teddy bear.

I turned to see the young lady standing beside Toph, realizing Sokka beat me to her.

“Suki!” I giggled, and she reacted at lightning speed.

She swiftly shoved Sokka away from her, eyes wide and face flushed as I caught her smacking with her dear lover. Sokka gave me a mischievous grin, but I pushed past him to provide Suki with a tight embrace. In seconds I felt her arms wrap about my body, snuggling her head into my hair.

“How I missed you!” she laughed into my ear, her breath tickling my neck. We pulled away, both of us basking in happiness at seeing each other once again, only for Suki to perk up.

“Oh- I got you a gift!”

Before I could even react, she had already turned around, sprinting away. Her short brown hair bobbed back and forth, boots creating lasting imprints into the untouched snow. And it was then I noticed a few bags behind them and a medium-sized wooden box. Suki picked it up before sprinting back, an excited twinkle in her eyes.

The red ink.

Is it-is it what I think it is?

“I bought some Fire Nation dresses during my visit to Zuko and these are for you!” Without hesitation, I took the box from her hold, “Oh my- Thank you-thank you-thank you! You’re the best!” I gushed.

Gently touching the top of the box, I traced the delicately painted swirls painted on with red ink. A silly smile emerged on my face, an excited blush coating my cheeks as I stared at the box with heart-shaped eyes.

Suki seemed to notice because she laughed, “Anything for you, Yue.” I held the box tightly to my chest; how I adored Fire Nation dresses.

It reminded me of the times I spent with my family.

I always wore Fire Nation clothes before coming here, as Mom would say, ‘red brings out the gold in your eyes, even the Sun would be envious.’ Regrettably, given the climate and location, I never got to wear such dresses, my only real supply was from Suki whenever she came to visit Sokka.

Sokka playfully bumped his hip with mine, before snaking his arm around Suki’s waist, “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend, thank you!” Suki’s mouth widen, about to protest, but before she could utter a word, Sokka pulled her away and entered inside our home.

Love Birds.

“Where’s Sugar Queen?” Toph blurted out.

I abruptly turned to look at Toph, and before I could stop myself - let out a giggle. Thank goodness Katara is nowhere nearby to overhear her favourite nickname. Aang, clearly more mature than I, managed to suppress his laugh.

“She had to stay back at the academy; some students needed help. But she should be home to eat dinner with us.” Toph nodded before stretching out her arms, “Well, I can tell you that Sokka and Suki won’t be making it on time for dinner.”

Aang and I looked at each other puzzled, “Why not?”

Toph smirked, “Well, judging from their heartbeats I think they’re going to-” My eyes widen, and before Toph could even finish her sentence, I covered my ears and flushed.

“TOPH, we may not be blood-related, but I DO NOT need to know what he and Suki are doing!” Aang’s face was just as pink as mine and a stuttering mess, unable to force out a word.

Toph laughed hysterically, already hunched over and slapping her thigh.

“Oh man, I missed you, Princess and Twinkle Toes. Teasing you guys never gets old.” She let out another tiny snort, shaking her hand before patting her belly. “Now, I’m hungry. Tell Sugar Queen to hurry up!”

The way she strolled towards the entrance, without a single care in the world had Aang and I basking with smiles. Oh, how I missed the chaos. It was the first time all of us were in one place, and it felt like the earlier times before we were swamped with responsibilities.

Chasing after Toph, I swung my arm over her broad shoulders, and to my surprise, she wrapped her arm around my waist: all bark, no bite.

“Team Avatar is almost reunited,” I hummed. Toph scoffed, “Not yet, we still need our royal pain in the ass. Hey, talking about his highness, he still owes me a trip!” She shouted out.

I looked over my shoulder and gave a brow at Aang, only to see him roll his eyes.

“You’re still on that?” Aang groaned as he trailed behind us.

I was confused, but it was indeed only a matter of time before I was caught up on these field trips – sitting together at the grand hall.

Toph was right, Sokka and Suki did arrive late, but they came to dinner a few minutes after Katara arrived.

The room was bustling with laughter as we drank and ate. It was the few times I saw everyone together, smiling and laughing. Hakoda had tears in his eyes as Aang shared some embarrassing stories of the gang while Toph and Sokka argued about who was the laziest during said adventures.

It wasn’t long until I was told numerous stories about them all.

As their experiences became more recent, the more Zuko was mentioned.

“A word of advice, Princess, don’t say the word honour; it’s like a trigger for Zuko,” Toph said, laughing out loud with a beer in hand.

Katara harshly glared at Toph and elbowed her, causing Toph to wince and me to start laughing. With another sip of my wine, I rested my face on my palm and observed, expecting everyone to stay this hyper late into the night.

I was genuinely eager for tomorrow.

Finally, I would meet Fire Lord Zuko, the man whom I’ve heard countless stories of from everyone. Was he as brave as everyone spoke about – that great of a Firebender and leader? Was he as handsome as Katara and Suki giggled about during our girls’ nights?

I smiled.

I can’t wait till I finally meet you, Fire Lord Zuko.

Everyone was here, and when I say everyone, I mean every single Water Tribe citizen. Not once in my three years living here, and attending events, did I see so many people in one area.

My hands felt clammy, and I could feel my heart beating a bit faster than usual. If it were not for Toph, I think I would’ve been too anxious to walk up to the space set up where we were expected to greet Zuko.

“All of this ruckus for ONE man!” Toph grumbled.

She continued rambling, but I was too consumed with my surroundings to listen.

It was clear where the ships were set to dock. The pathway that Fire Lord Zuko was intended to walk from his ship was decorated and lined with blue carpet, stunning ice sculptures in shapes of our native animals adorning the path.

Based on the setup, as soon as the ramp drops, he will be directed towards us – and a small smile emerged on my face. I’m finally going to meet him; my curiosity will finally be fulfilled.

“Are you even listening to me, Princess?!” Toph snickered as she jabbed my ribs, something I did deserve.

I groaned in pain, gripping my side, but the moment I looked up, I could see the gang. Aang waved eagerly towards us, his yellow mustard robes, catching my eyes easily.

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” I said back to Toph, which earned a grunt.

“Did you not listen to a single thing I said? Why is everyone so excited, it’s just Zuko!” Toph groused, throwing her hands in defeat.

“Toph, are you still complaining?” Sokka said, amused. Toph crossed her arms and huffed, “I hate these events. I don’t know how you do it, Princess.”

I smiled, shrugging my shoulders as I looked at my family and friends. They were all dressed to impress. Hakoda and Sokka wore their military uniform while Suki wore her Kyoshi warrior dress and makeup. Even Toph wore a metal military-style outfit, probably to show off the fact that she can bend metal.

“Yue, you look beautiful,” Katara said amiably.

I shined as I gazed over myself. I wore one of the dresses Suki brought from me from the Fire Nation – an idea Kima proposed. A friendly, welcoming gesture for Fire Lord Zuko.

“Thank you; you look stunning too.”

Aang grinned and gently wrapped his arm around Katara, his eyes filled with love. “Sweetie, you do look beautiful today.”

I could see a faint blush appear on her cheeks as she returned the loving look to Aang. They really were cute- Before another comment could be said, the ruckus from the crowds rose.

That’s when I spotted the Fire Nation ships.

Although I noticed them in the far distance the moment I arrived, I never realized how fast they would reach the dock, and how great they were. There was the main ship, with two smaller vessels sailing behind, and it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out which ship Zuko would be getting off of.

“Okay, everyone get into position! Aang, stand with me. Katara, Sokka, and Yue stand behind us. Suki and Toph stand behind Sokka and Yue.” Hakoda barked, voice a tad bit higher in pitch than usual.

I raised a brow, entertained.

Hakoda was not one to get all riled up and ‘orderly,’ feeding into my growing curiosity. At this point, my curiosity felt like a giant balloon that was ready to pop at any moment. ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ Sokka would always tease, but at least the cat died knowing...

I could feel the vibration of the ships finally docking resonating throughout the ground, and the cries of the crowds got louder. The sound of air escaping the ships could be heard, signalling that they were starting to lower the ramp.

A reddish light glowing from within the vessel shined the further the ramp lowered, and I took a deep breath. My back straightened, hands laced together in front of me as I forced a smile on my face – ready to impress the cause of my endless curiosity.

Yet nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.

My smile dropped, and one could even say that my jaw hit the ground as I finally saw him; Fire Lord Zuko.

One did not need to be the Avatar to know that it was the one and only Zuko, the Fire Lord, Ruler of the Fire Nation - it was practically radiating off him.

His long raven-coloured hair was brushed back to a perfect half-up, half-down, style, walking forward with a robust and commanding stride. The military armour that Zuko wore hug his body, showcasing those deliciously broad shoulders of his - leaving one only to imagine the muscles that were impolitely hidden.

His milky white skin made the snow around us look dirty, heavily contrasting against the stark red scar on the left side of his face. But it was Zuko’s smile that left me flabbergasted.

That damn smile.

I felt my heart flutter as he walked closer and took notice of us. It was a smile so innocent and genuine; I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. I pinched my thigh as I tried to compose myself; this is not the place nor time to embarrass yourself!

A pinch on my butt caught me off guard.

I looked over my shoulder to see Toph smirking, a mischievous and devilish grin that reached her eyes. Something that no one, ever, wants to see. “Princess, your heart is beating so fast. What’s got you all worked up?” Toph asked ever so sweetly, but I knew exactly what she was trying to do.

And it worked.

The soft pink tinge that had painted my face was now a full-blown red. I could hear Sokka snort beside me, trying his hardest not to laugh, “Someone fell in love? He didn’t even say hi yet!” Sokka teased.

I clutched my fists tightly, palms getting sweaty as I found myself losing my composure because of a single man that I just saw not even thirty seconds ago. Not once, in my three years of public appearances, have I become this much of a wreck.

“Awe man Sokka, if only you knew how fast her heart is beating right now,” Toph teased as she tried to stifle in a laugh.

“Shut up!” I hissed lowly, hoping that no one else could overhear the torture. From the corner of my eyes, I could spot Hakoda and Aang giving a small bow, “It is a pleasure to have you here, Fire Lord Zuko.”

My eyes widen as I realized how close he was to me now.

“Thank you for letting me stay,” Zuko spoke elegantly. His voice low and coarse – his voice, oh my gosh. I pinched myself again to stop my mind from venturing off to dangerous places.

Aang and Hakoda shifted aside, letting Katara and Sokka greet him.

I spotted the way Zuko’s golden eyes lit up as he happily greeted them. A beautiful twinkle that seemed to dance with every brilliant smile of his. They bowed to him and referred to him by his full title, but I had a feeling all formalities would drop the moment we got home.

Wait a minute...I’m next.

Shit.

My face flushed, seeing Sokka and Zuko chat briefly before turning on their heels to face me. Sokka stepped forward with ease, standing beside Zuko like some sort of guide. And it was only a matter of time before both of them stood directly in front of me as I was internally trying to kill myself.

“Fire Lord Zuko, I would love to introduce to you my adopted sister, Ying Yue Jiang.”

Mustering up what was left of my courage, I gave a shy smile towards Zuko.

I could feel my heart beating a million times per second, pounding loudly in my ears, as Zuko smiled back. His smile is going to be the death of me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Fire Lord Zuko.” I said softly, my voice just barely working.

His golden eyes meet mine, and I swore a playful smirk erupted, but I didn’t get a chance to process it as everything after that became one big blur.

Zuko went down on one knee in front of me and skillfully grabbed my hand. My hand rose to his face, just shy from his lips. Those soft pink, plump lips. The whole time Zuko’s golden eyes never wandered away from my golden eyes, his hot breath against my cold skin causing a shiver to run down my spine out of delight. As if he was afraid I was going to break, I could feel him plant a delicate kiss upon my hand.

I knew my heart was beating so fast that Toph didn’t have to try to listen for my heartbeat to tease.

Not bothering to pull my hand away, he hummed pleasantly, a teasing smirk on his lips as he knew exactly what he was doing to me. With that throaty voice of his, he whispered into my hand, “The pleasure is all mine, Ying Yue Jiang.”

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters portrayed in this story besides Ying Yue Jiang and any future creations.

Cross-posted on Ao3/Tumblr/Quotev/Wattpad to discourage plagiarism.

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j-hoseok94 · 5 years ago

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Book: House of Cards

Author: ReyRey

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*SIXTEEN*

Hearing him tell me everything that happened was extremely overwhelming. I had started having a few attacks but he stopped them before they got out of hand. I looked at him while he wasn't paying attention. He was so handsome with his minty bangs hanging over his dark eyes. His eyes even though they were dark in color they were soft and gentle when he was around me. I was staring too long and obvious cause he spoke without looking up, "Am i really that interesting to look at? Or do i just have something on my face?" I blush like ten shades redder and look down at the ground. He had been such a huge help when it came to my anxiety. He was always the one to ground me again.

I had been so calm in his lap that i actually forgot that i was in fact in his lap. He had his arm around my waist and he was rather close to my face. If i moved in his direction we would be kissing. The thought made me blush even more now spreading like fire to my ears. I wanted to reach over and mess up his hair. Simply because i knew he hated when i did that, especially since we weren't sleeping together. That's is i guess the only exception.

'Don't do it.. Doooon't do it. He will be sooo mad and you are in literally no position to mess with him right now.' My mischievous side was very much wanting to come out and play. I need a good laugh after everything i just heard. I slowly reached up to his hair and tried my best to make it look like i was reaching for my ear. He wasn't paying attention he was on his phone scrolling through Instagram.

I finally reached his hair and i dug my hand into his hair. It was soft and fluffy which only made messing it up even more fun. He flinches and tries to duck away from me but it's too late and with me on his lap he couldn't go far. I'm laughing giddily as he tries to swat me away.

"Stop! stop! haha you're messing up my hair." His gummy smile says it all. He wasn't even mad he was trying to sound like he was but it was not working.

He finally grips my waist as his patience dissipates and tosses me on the grass. He lands on top of me right in between my legs. As i hit the grass i make an oof sound. He's close when i finally open my eyes. The sun beaming down on both of us, his head just barely cutting off the direct contact of the sunlight. My hands were above my head and just as i tried to move my hands down he pins them to the grass. "I don't trust you."

I giggle innocently, "What ever do you mean Little Meow Meow?" His eyes softened as he heard his nickname, looking down at me he smiles that gummy smile. His bangs were brushing against my forehead and i could not stop thinking of his cherry blossom lips being only a few inches away. My breathing changed as we just stared into each other's eyes. I was all of a sudden very AWARE of where my body and his was.

I looked down to make sure i wasn't imagining it, he was literally laying across your body. Almost every inch of me was touching his in some way. It was distracting. I look back up at his face and I contemplate whether I wanna kiss him or kick him off.

After a moment I finally gathered the nerve to say what I knew I wanted, "Yoongi.." He nods his head with a very faint 'Hmm' and i take a deep breathe. "Let's go to your place." His eyes change as he looks at me sideways. He goes to open his mouth while he frees my hands and before he could reject me or even tell me no, I grab the back of his head and press my lips to his. My fingers in his soft hair as both of your lips move in sync against each other. I moan faintly against his lips as i pull him onto me as i lean back into the grass. "Yoongi-ah, I've missed you." I say between kisses. His hands are moving up and down my sides and occasionally down my legs.

I wanted more, i needed more, the last time wasn't enough and i knew i was slowly going to get addicted to him. He kisses me again this time deeper and more needy. I liked it, I wanted those kisses to be everywhere.

I liked him..no that wasn't enough to describe the warmth in my chest every time i saw him. Couldn't be enough to explain the burst of happiness and giddiness i got when i knew i'd be seeing him again, seeing him smile made my day not to mention melt my heart. He was the only one able to calm me down, he was my kryptonite. I didn't mind that but admitting to myself what this feeling was, was actually terrifying. 'I'm in love with Min Yoongi.' When i said it to him the other day, yes it was true but, i did it mostly to see his reaction.

He parts from my lips and stares down at me. I can see the lust in his eyes, the need but i also saw something else..something i couldn't put my finger on. "Kitten.." He leans down and brushes his lips against my neck. My breath hitches and i know he is doing this on purpose. He knows what that does to me. "Yess.." It comes out as barely a whisper. He is slowly kissing his way down my jawline. I can't think, my mind is foggy and i am hoping he doesn't ask me a question cause i can't form sentences.

His fingers run through my hair as his lips are at my ear. He's nibbling and sucking on my earlobe. I arch my back slightly at the warm electricity shooting down to my nether regions. I wanted him to just.. just.. fuck me! The sexual tension for me was high. I wanted him and he knew it. He was milking this for all it was worth. In breathy words he says, "Are you sure you're ready to go to my house? You might not come up for air the rest of the day?" I'm blushing but i don't care. I place my finger under his chin and guide him up until he is eye level.

"Just the rest of the day? I was thinking more.. all nighter." I lift my eyebrows at him as his shocked expression turns into his adorable gummy smile.

He bites his lip as we stand up and brush off the shreds of grass from our clothes and my hair. I look up at him and try to give him a sexy smirk, "Don't do that with your lips." His cute gummy smile turns into a Cheshire cat smile.

"Oh yeah what are you gonna do about it?" He licks his bottom lip and bites down again.

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7deadlycinderellas · 5 years ago

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If the summer of our lives could just come again, ch28

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Winterfell

By the time news of Stannis’s death reaches Winterfell, all but the last group of evacuees have left.

The first group leaves for Bear Island on schedule. Gilly and her sisters are with them, unwilling to put little Sam in the line of danger. Osha goes with them too. Even after the years she spent with Davos helping evacuate the Free Folk via sea, she still quakes at the thought of seeing one of them rise again.

The day that the first group of evacuees leave, Jon gathers Benjen into the Godswood so they can speak to Rowan.

“Never thought I would see the likes of you again,” Benjen tells the small figure seated beneath the weirwood.

“It seems all of our lives have taken interesting turns,” she agrees.

Jon takes a breath, and asks,

“I wanted to ask you Benjen, about when Rowan stopped the Others ice magic from killing you, how did it work?”

Benjen is solemn before asking Rowan,

“Did you show him how the others came to be?”

Rowan nods.

Benjen sighs.

“Much the same way. I was stabbed by a walker’s sword of ice, but the dragonglass stopped it from spreading. The same thing that brought them into this world stops their magic from spreading.”

Jon nods. He could figure much of this out by extrapolation, but the confirmation is interesting. Both dragonglass and Valyrian steel are supposedly born in fire, symbolically it should be the antithesis to ice.

“I imagine Rowan said that if anyone removed the shard she put in, you would either die or the ice magic would make you a wight?”

Benjen nods, and Rowan looks at Jon knowingly.

“What is on your mind today, Jon?”

“Rowan,” he asks, chewing his lip, “The shard of dragonglass that was put in the night king by the children all those ages ago, do you suppose it’s still there?”

Rowan’s response is slow, uncertain.

“I suppose it must be.”

Jon’s throwing things in his mind out at this point.

“My sister Arya said she killed the night king before with a dagger made of Valyrian steel. It killed him, but did not stop the dead from rising. You claim you believe the crosses you buried north of the wall shall stop this now, but I imagine that would change if you went back and dug them up. What would happen if we removed the shard from the Night King's body?”

Rowan nods softly,

“A worthy question. Though I cannot imagine it will be an easy endeavor, and it's impossible to know for sure if it will be successful.”

Jon touches the heart tree.

“I’ll file it away. Today, I’m just going to ask the trees about the state of the north.”

“Don’t spend too long out here Jon,” Rowan reminds him, “I would hate to lose you to the trees.”

There are weirwoods throughout the north, both deep in the forests and in the godswoods of every keep. There aren’t as many as beyond the wall, but there are enough to tell Jon the answers he seeks. The trees, thankfully, are brief. The land is anticipating, it recognizes the darkening sun. There is nothing dead afoot it, but it senses it coming. Even trees know of death and decay.

When Jon looks at Benjen, he thinks of the conversation they had the first night, when Bran explained the Night King would likely flock to Winterfell because he had marked Benjen the same he had Bran the time before. When Ned asks if he is sure, Bran can only shake his head.

Ned had asked if he thought it was a better idea to send him somewhere harder to access in an attempt to slow the army of the dead down, Bran can only shake his head again in indecision. They simply could not know, and Winterfell still has the most of the north’s forces, despite the rest having spread out in line like Ned had ordered.

The next waves of evacuations go well too. Davos leads several groups to ships in White Harbor, heading for Dorne and the Vale. Not in numbers high enough to cause alarm, but with no assurance of what will happen once they arrive, especially when if they decide to tell of what's happening.

Most of the remaining household leaves with Catelyn. It’s a fair set of timing, when she receives a letter from her brother Edmure, saying that their father is quite sick and would like to see her.

“I’m terrified they will ask me too many questions about Lysa,” Catelyn admits to Sansa the night before they will leave. It seems such a petty worry.

Sansa shakes her head.

“Tell the truth. That it had been so long that it felt like you didn’t know your sister anymore at all.”

The best lies have a kernel of truth in them after all, she thinks but does not say.

Catelyn nods. Most the servants seem pleased to leave with her. Sansa doesn’t really have a good grasp on what the household of Winterfell really understands about what’s coming. If she ever had to do all of this again, Sansa thinks she would have explained it better, been more empathetic to what was no doubt a terrifying and confusing prospect.

The night before she leaves, Catelyn and Ned lie together in their bed, talking into the wee hours of the morning. Words have not passed between them over the void in their relationship over the past several years, but somehow that gap has been breached once again.

“Our children…” Catelyn softly intones, “They are all part of this fight, even the ones who leave. Do you believe they can withstand this?”

“They must,” Ned replies grimly, “They know what will happen if they don’t.”

And both of them know they will not survive the loss of their children.

It’s strange, but Catelyn feels a deep tug in her heart at the thought of leaving Winterfell. She had spent so long feeling like a fish out of water here that it was strange to acknowledge how much Winterfell had become an indelible part of her, more so than her childhood home could claim to be now.

In the morning, before they say farewell, Ned and Catelyn bid Davos to accompany them south, and then to return to his own family.

“You’ve suffered enough for the north,” Ned assures him, “In both lifetimes. I release you from whatever duty you feel may be keeping you here.”

Davos cannot leave without saying his farewells to Shireen.

“Stay safe, little one.”

Shireen grins bashfully.

“Don’t talk like I’m not going to see you again Onion Knight. You’re going away from most of the danger. Besides, when this is all done I have to haul all these papers down to the Citadel so I can talk at them for years.”

Davos laughs. Shireen grew up strong willed, that makes him proud. He kisses her forehead.

“Remember to pay me a visit then.”

While she’s still lingering at the breakfast table, Catelyn is approached by Ygritte. It shocks her a bit. She had done her best to pay the wildling girl no mind. Ever since her conversation with Jon in the Godswood that night, she’s tried just to let him be.

The girl sits on the bench beside her, chewing a bit of sausage.

“It’s funny,” she tells Catelyn, “The way Jon always spoke of you, I thought you must have horns.”

She’s not surprised, she’s really not.

“I imagine he must have spoken of me resentfully.”

Ygritte chews thoughtfully, and swallows.

“Not really no. Jon always spoke of how you treated him, and how he wished he could make you understand, but he didn’t really seem to resent you. In fact, sometimes it felt like he believed all the things you used to say about him.”

The gods’ punishment for those words, Catelyn thinks. Ygritte keeps going though.

“No horns at all, just a woman, though I should know myself how cruel we can be. When Jon met me, it was though he thought I had a biting fish where my nethers are. “

“Was there something you wanted to say to me?” Catelyn interrupts, rather rudely, especially for her. She tries not to be put off by the wild girl’s crudeness, tells herself that she can’t have known any better, but sometimes it slips through.

Ygritte shrugs in response,

“Wanted to see for myself if you did understand. Wanted to see if I thought you were worthy of him wanting that understanding from you. You’re not a beast either way. I would have told him off if he’d spent so much of his life seeking the approval of a beast.”

She then stands and walks away, and Catelyn isn’t any more certain of what Ygritte’s estimation of her is.

When they’re preparing to leave, Catelyn notes Arya’s eyes growing teary. Even though she’s fully grown, Catelyn still takes a moment to wipe her face clean. Arya squeezes her extra tight. She squeezes each of her children extra tight.

Robb even quivers a bit in her arms.

“You guided me all that you could, even when Father was gone. I’m not sure if I can keep going without you.”

“You can and you will.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Shireen hugging Ser Davos, and hears her say,

“Keep them safe Onion Knight.”

She saves Ned for last, letting him hold her hands gently in his own, as gently as he still holds her heart.

“Keep our home safe,” she implores him.

“It’s not our home unless we’re in it. Remember that.”

Catelyn can barely drag herself away.

Once this party leaves for the South, there’s a void in Winterfell. The sky is darker and darker gray every single day.

“Was it like this last time?” Arya asks, hand against her brow, gazing into the grayness. She can’t remember.

“I’m not sure actually,” Bran admits, “I was too stuck in my own head. “

“I think we just blamed it on regular winter. Thought it was from the blizzards. Didn’t realize it seemed unnatural,” Sansa muses.

Meals in the Great Hall are sparsely attended now, but nearly everyone crowds around as few tables as possible.

One day during breakfast, Sansa asked, “Do you think we’ll start forgetting our first lives?”

Arya looks at her funny, she had never even considered that. Her first life was as real to her as what she ate for supper last night.

Bran is the first to break the silence,

“I hope we don’t. I don’t want to forget my mistakes.”

“It might happen regardless,” Meera interjects, “I’ve seen it with some very old people, they start to forget things more and more as times goes on. It’s sad.”

Sansa’s been thinking of it a lot. Part of her feels like her memories of her trials waning would be good. Like it would make her feel freer. But Bran is right, she doesn’t want to forget what she’s learned along the way.

It’s at another one of these quiet breakfasts that they learn of Stannis’s fate.

It’s not a dramatic one as far as visions go, and only Shireen notices when Jojen stops eating his porridge and begins to slump. She grabs Meera’s arm quickly, and between the two of them, they manage to lower him gently to the floor before the most violent parts of the shaking begin.

When he comes down and is trying to sober back up, only Arya notices that Bran’s eyes have gone white. As soon as Jojen is upright and can speak, his eyes meet Bran’s.

“The wall has fallen,” Jojen begins.

“The dead have broken through,” Bran continues.

There’s another long pause before either of them speak again, and when they do, it’s Bran.

“Stannis Baratheon is dead. He stayed fighting until the very end.”

Even still unbalanced by his vision, Jojen can see Shireen sink downward and begin to cry.

It’s stupid, Shireen thinks to herself, that she would still cry over him, even after everything the others have said. Her tears are interrupted by Arya leaning over and squeezing her shoulders.

“Don’t think too much about what we’ve told you about the man he was,” Arya tells her consolingly. “You didn’t know that man. Grieve for the man you knew, the father he was to you.”

Shireen’s sobs ease but do not end, and Sansa grabs one of her hands and squeezes, and Jojen does the same with her other, and all of them just crowd around each other for a little while.

After a spell, Shireen quietly asks Bran,

“Did you see what happened to my mother?”

Bran shakes his head. Shireen nods softly.

After another spell, Sansa stands.

“I’m going to talk to Father. If the wall’s breached, the last of us should evacuate as soon as we possibly can.”

When Sansa’s making her brisk walk through Winterfell to Ned’s solar, Lady finds and trails behind her. She pets her head gently. Her and Summer are the only of the wolves who still stays close. Ghost is as comfortable at Jon’s side as away from it. Grey Wind is in the Godswood during the times he’s not over the walls with Nymeria’s pack, and Shaggydog could be anywhere on any given day.

Sansa’s chest tightens thinking of Rickon. He was still so young, but had steadfastly refused to evacuate with the others and he had gained enough skill with both sword and bow that no one, wildling or northerner could refuse him even though he didn’t even have a beard yet, and Sansa wondered if he taken any of their stories to heart at all.

Ned is at his desk when Sansa enters. He looks up, sees the look on her face, sighs and rubs his temple.

“How long do we have?”

Sansa shakes her head. They don’t know. Weeks maybe. The Night King doesn’t have Viserion this time, and that’s a comfort.

“I’m going to alert everyone,” she tells him, “We’ll evacuate as soon as possible.”

She then freezes, and finds herself shaking a bit, before letting out a sob. Ned stands and wraps his arms around her.

“Please tell me we’re doing the right thing. We’ve known this was coming for years, and we still couldn’t stop it. They’re still coming.”

Ned makes soothing noises, as if she were still a babe, not a woman grown who could look him in the eye.

“You’ve done everything you could,” he insists. “We are as prepared as we can be. All you can do now is try and keep yourselves safe.”

Sansa sniffs, and pauses long enough to let the feeling of Ned’s arms soak into her, before backing off, and getting to the work of alerting the others.

It takes approximately a day and half to gather everyone. There’s less than fifty of them in total, the lot who refused to leave until the very end mixed with the very most essential of the castle staff. Everyone will be stoking their own fires, carrying their own water, and gathering their own meals until this whole ordeal is over.

The morning of, Sansa watches Shireen talking to Brienne.

“If you think you can be of help here, then stay. You’ve done far more than promised for me, and the others say we’ll be much safer in the swamp, and everyone here can help keep me safe.”

Sansa moves up and puts her hands on Shireen’s shoulders.

“We won’t let anything happen to her, and you would be an asset to our army if you’re willing to take the risk.”

Brienne stills before nodding. She has never stepped down from a fight where someone needed her. She won’t now either.

Ned is seeing them off.

“I’ll send a message with a raven when we get in,” Bran assures him. He was bringing Una with them, the rest of the ravens he was letting fly free over the north. His bond with them now was as such that they could warg them even when he wasn’t sure where they were.

Ned asks Meera,

“You’re sure you can guide this group even in the snow?”

She nods. She had commented a week or so ago about leading the last of the evacuees into the Neck. Sansa had opened her mouth to ask why she would leave. Meera had always trained just as hard as Arya and the others, she had always thought she would stay and fight. But then she realizes the other woman won’t meet her eye, so she closes her mouth and lets it go unquestioned. At least they will have a proper guide, one who can get the forty something odd of them safe among the mostly-frozen bogs.

She regards Gendry fondly, and asks him,

“Did you ever finish your hammer?”

He nods proudly.

“It’s not Valyrian steel, but it should knock down and break the dead apart easy enough.”

When Sansa goes to hug Arya goodbye, she realizes with shock that she’s crying, openly. Sansa can count on the fingers of one hand how many times she’s seen her sister cry.

“This feels like the end,” she tells Sansa through her tears. Sansa reaches out to grip her wrists in her hands.

“This is not the end,” Sansa insists, “We will win this, we nearly did before, we will again.”

Arya shakes her head.

“It’s not just that. It feels like this might be the last time we’re all together like this, here in Winterfell. I’m just not sure I’m ready to let go yet.”

Sansa doesn’t let Arya’s words tear at her heart, or sneak into her mind. She embraces her sister, and tries to put everything she feels into the embrace.

When the group mount their horses to leave, she tries not to look back. She tries not to think of gathering before, with the others in the crypts. That had seemed such a safe idea then. That illusion of safety had been torn to bits. She hopes this time it isn’t.

In the skies over Westeros

Danaerys isn’t sure why she chose to fly Rhaegal on her trip north, but it works well enough. She didn’t want to worry about how to deal with Drogon’s more aggressive tendencies.

It was strange, seeing the country she’d long thought to be her birthright from the air. From up here, all the people seemed tiny, like ants. She wonders if this is what her children must think all of the time, and muses on what it must have been like for them to grow from being so much smaller.

The cities and towns space out as she travels north. Perhaps some will see her flight, and word will travel. Good, she wasn’t sure if surprise was her best option truly.

Passing the vast expanse of land is strange. She’s heard stories over her life of what Westeros is like, but no one had ever spoken much on the north, a few seemed even to regard it as an untamed land full of rough, uncivilized people. Seeing it from the sky, she understands a bit. It is a wild land, it seemed sensible for it to have bred a wild people.

She shivers aboard Rhaegal. Theon had warned her about the weather, and she had tried to dress appropriately, but knowing it academically and feeling the cold seep into her bones were very different things. Theon had insisted on leaving Dragonstone the same time she did, though he admitted he knew she would beat him north by a long shot. He said he could not in good conscience not return to the people who raised him, knowing full well what kind of danger they could be facing.

She’s never seen snow before, and now it was falling all around her. She’s thankful for Rhaegal’s fire, helping keep her visibility clear.

She’s crossed over a thick forest when she sees the first disturbance in the landscape.

Lines of figures on the ground, engaged in battle. She can’t make anything clear out from her height, but she recognizes the movements. She also recognizes that many of the figures do not appear human. True, they were shaped similar to humans, but they did not move like them. No humans walked and fell and climbed atop each other like these were. There are beasts among them too, bears and cats and even a mammoth or two, Danaerys would swear, but they all lurch and stumble like the humanoid ones.

She watches as many of the figures overwhelm the stony shape of a keep she cannot name. It is a small one, but it’s like watching fire ants crawl over a young child and begin to bite it. She cannot hear screams, but she can imagine them. She thinks of having Rhaegal burn, but she can’t see what she’s aiming at well enough, doesn’t know what she will hit.

She feels fear coil in her belly, but continues the journey. There’s a fire burning in one of the woods, the flames a bright spot on a horizon near dark as night.

And then, Danaerys watches as the ground itself begins to quake and shift. Even in the sky, she feels as though she should shake as well. She can’t see the source of the movement, but feels this is a good time to turn and return, and gather the others.

She’s not sure where she is when she can feel the sun again despite the snow. She would almost say it was like the sky opened back up to let it through.

#game of thrones #A Song of Ice and Fire #gendrya #time travel fix it #fic

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squaredcircleconfess · 5 years ago

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Talking Christ #1

𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗬 𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟

𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗫 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗞𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗧

The Talking Christ by Squared Circle Confidential signature plays until the scene transitions over to Kiersten Fraust and Logan Fenix sitting on opposite sides of the large glass table. A backdrop of the Talking Christ logo behind them ready to start the show.

Kiersten Fraust: Hey everybody and welcome to Talking Christ! I'm Kiersten Fraust and to my right is my very outspoken co-host Logan Fenix joining me tonight! Wooo! What a show Wrestling with Christ in Saudi Arabia was, right?

Logan Fenix: It was a complete catastrophe, Kiersten, but it was the kind of catastrophe I could not look away from like a child falling down an escalator. I laughed, I cried, I threw up in my mouth in sheer disgust and much much more.

Kiersten Fraust: I was very surprised how they got away with so much of the stuff that happened. Being Saudi Arabia and how strict things are over there. I'm just thankful that everybody who made the trip came back to the United States and their homes safely.

Logan Fenix: Got away with it? Hercule Giles was over there forever, according to Brennan Devlin they’re still picking apart Bun Bun to this very day. They all left pieces of themselves behind, quite literally, and none of them will ever be the same. Do you know how much the therapy is going to cost them all?

Kiersten Fraust: Well, you know sometimes people tend to exaggerate things online and really... my mind is still trying to process everything that happened. The whole golden ticket championship madness throughout both nights of the show. Everyone thinking that Marty Kovacs was dead but shows up on night two very much alive. I mean there is a ton more which will require therapy for the viewers.

Logan Fenix: And what about say for instance, C.J. Sweet turning her back on everything she’d ever known in this business. From the start of her career, she’d been the good girl, the fan favorite… one big win and suddenly her personality shifted and she turned her back on Angel and the fans. Somehow, that paid off and you know what? I’m actually happy to see that side of her.

Kiersten Fraust: Seeing her in that light is kinda disturbing to me. It's honestly sad because she had so many fans rooting for her, rooting for Angel, rooting for this match but then she turns her back on them? I don't get it.

Logan Fenix: That’s what you do when you are trying to make that next step, to turn that next corner. This CJ has a lot more stock in her than the last and I am happy to see it. But then, we had on Night One, Jacob Kuntz taking on Winter Drell. This one had a lot of potential to change the very outlook of Night Two. Because if Kuntz won, it changed our main event from winner take all… If Winter won, well, the chances of Winner Take All weren’t just chances anymore, they were happening. Boy what a fight that was too.

Kiersten Fraust: Ever since Winter Drell won the CCW heavyweight championship she has done everything in her power to keep it. Like when she ate the light tube in her match against Jacob Kuntz. That match was very, very, very brutal thing to witness and I was just sitting at home watching. I can't imagine what it was like seeing it in person. Then Kuntz? Oh my lord, he was just taking the blunt of every light tube that came in contact with his... Uhh.. private area.

Logan Fenix: But in the end, Winter Drell hung on… somehow, the Queen of the Double Dragons ensured that she had her chance for Winter Take All. Get it? Winter take all. But before we get to that.. Chang had an eventful weekend, he killed Allah!

Kiersten Fraust: While you're all celebrating it, I just don't know how to process it all. Were we all tripping on something we didn't know we took before this match or what? Like Chang killed this invisible presence. It's like...

Kiersten Fraust: My words have failed me.

Logan Fenix: Love it, love everything about it, and let’s not forget what he did to Prince Salman. You saw what he did, right? It was like something out of the Avengers. I kept waiting for Samuel L. Jackson to show up at the end and recruit him.

Kiersten Fraust: Throughout this match I was thinking how we were watching a collaboration between Avengers and Terminator movies in wrestling. But yeah, I saw what Chang did to Prince Salman. I wish I didn't but I did.

Logan Fenix: It was the most captivating, enthralling, some would even say erotic thing I’ve ever seen, Kiersten.

Kiersten Fraust: Don't you mean exotic? Like Joe Exotic.

Logan Fenix: No, erotic. As in I experienced confusing emotions in my brain, and in my nether regions. My girlfriend Taylour and I had the best lovemaking experience of our lives after watching Chang’s matches.

Kiersten Fraust: Uhmmm... Okay. How about that Winter take all? It was one of the best things you've said tonight. And she really showed up in that match. The champ was kicking butt and much more.

Logan Fenix: Everything I say is good things, Frausty. But you’re right! What about when Redd Thunder and Duke Andrews hurled themselves into the Double Dragons, all of them went off the Heaven in a Cell to the floor. Thank goodness for Wendy Wynne’s magic toilet paper maze… it was magic right? Actually, let’s not get into the mysticism of an enchanted toilet paper maze, we’ll be here all day. What a move from Thunder and Andrews though, but it did not pay off in the end.

Kiersten Fraust: Constantine was about to win it for his team but then the freakin' devil shows up? The Saudi Arabia crowd definitely got more than what they bargained for. It was hellish with little sprinkles of good thrown in here and there.

Logan Fenix: It seemed like Satan may have been making an offer to Constantine too, but Winter took the deal instead… and then the end, when the building was finally overrun? And did you see the post-credits?!

Kiersten Fraust: Where Chang was holding Prince Salman's heart and declaring he was going after Jesus next? Yeah, I saw it. I wonder how that match will go down, if it will be a match at all.

Logan Fenix: We did see a logo at the end for Wrestling With Christ: Satanic Service, maybe? But let’s not get ahead, we have some guests!

Kiersten Fraust: Oh yes! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our very first guests to the show Conor Machina and Mitch McMaster.

Both men walk on to the set, Mitch acting like he had a few extra shots of hard liquor and Conor his cool and collected self. They sit at each end of the table as they are given microphones.

Kiersten Fraust: Guys! It's so great to have you here. Thanks for coming tonight.

Conor Machina: It's a pleasure to be here.

Mitch McMaster: Wow look at you honey.

Mitch scooting closer to Kiersten, obviously very inebriated and thirsty for a drink of that Frausty root beer.

Kiersten Fraust: Wow, and look at you too. But I wanted to ask how your client Barry is doing after the loss to Axel at Wrestling with Christ?

Mitch McMaster: Oh you like what I’ve got goin’ on don’t you honey? Who? Oh, Barry! Barry, I love Barry, that kids been family for ages. We’ll get Axel, don’t you worry. My baby girl Angel made a bad choice in a man, and I have to protect her.

Kiersten Fraust: How did this match come about?

Mitch McMaster: It all comes about at Wrestling With Christ 2. He asked her to marry him, it was brief, but I caught it. Now, I always dreamt of better for my girl, she’s so many generations ahead of wrestler that she deserves the best. Instead, she has to deal with that wrestling equivalent of a mutt? Nuh uh! I thought maybe Barry would whoop some sense into this guy but, apparently, I need to look deeper because he cheated Badass Barry Saban. You saw it right?!

Logan Fenix: The world saw it, Mitch. Several closed fists, which should be banned but the referee just lets it go.

Conor Machina: I know the thought of your daughter marrying Axel gets you extremely hot under the collar and it's natural for you to disapprove of him and want better for Angel. But I have known Axel for a really long time and the guy's a good dude. Nobody would mess with her with him around.

Kiersten Fraust: I totally agree.

Conor Machina: Now as far as the closed fists are concerned... What about that low blow Barry gave to Axel when you distracted the referee? Are you guys just selectively blind during the match? Barry had it coming.

Kiersten Fraust: Yes. Excellent point.

Mitch McMaster: You have a problem or something boy? Your line of questioning is starting to get me hot under the collar, I did what I had to do and I’ll do it again. But right now it seems to me you’re trying to rabble rouse and cause issue. You’ve been looking at me cross-eyed this whole show and I might be an old man but this old man still got a lot of bullets left in his gun.

Conor chuckles into his microphone.

Conor Machina: I mean this with the utmost respect but come get your ass kicking, playboy. Pull the trigger.

Mitch McMaster: Oh it’s on, boy, I’m going to slap you around like your mama should have before she went out and let me put my thing in her way back in the day.

He jumped up as security rushed in to keep the two men separated.

Mitch McMaster: Better watch your ass big boy, me and the homies are coming for you. Better sleep with one eye open cause froggy’s about to leap! RIBBIT MOTHERFUCKER.

Conor Machina: Tell me... was there a secret stipulation to that match if Axel won, Angel had to call him daddy?

Mitch McMaster: Watch yourself because McMaster spells disaster for you, kid! And my daughter would never be into DDLG fetishism! That tears it!

McMaster threw a shoe across the room at Conor, nearly taking his head off as he was drug out of the room.

Mitch McMaster: RIBBIT MOTHERFUCKER, RIBBIT!

Kiersten Fraust: Well, this is an interesting way to sign off. See everyone next time.

Mitch continues to shout out of camera view and the show finally comes to an end.

#wrestlingwithchrist #talkingchrist #efed #chat

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prehistoriics · 6 years ago

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Poetry In Motion.

Genre; an AU ficlet.

Characters; All of the active Hermits. (aka Joe, Mumbo, Grian, Iskall, Doc, Scar, Stress, Cleo, Ren, Jevin, False, Xisuma, and Cub)

Summary; this take place after the 100 Wither fight in S6! At the end of his video, Joe has a brief silence where nobody responds to his questions. My friends and i went off on a thing with it, and we came up with a Withered! Joe AU.

Words; 1,955.

Dying sucks; anybody could tell you that, but, it doesn’t suck as much as being trapped in a room with eighty-nine Withers.

Only Joe Hills could tell you that.

Nearly deafened by the sound of those Withers, the southern man called out for his friends. “Cub? Cuuuuuub?” He shouted quite loudly, eyebrows furrowing as he waited for a response. “F-..False?” He shouted out, a little quieter this time.

There was nothing. Only Withers, who didn’t seem to want to kill him.

Taking a deep breath, Joe frantically glanced around, daring to step outside the safe spot, the universe seemingly lagging behind. What was going on?

“Xu-..Xixum-...” He stammered, voice wavering slightly. “Xisuma..?” He called out one last time, taking off his glasses for a moment, only to wipe them off (and wipe out those slight tears). The brunet went quiet, putting his glasses back on and hugging himself lightly. There was nobody here; just Joe, and 89 withers. No False, no Cub, and no Xisuma.. just him.

A͡n̵d̶ t̡hat̡'s ţh́e J̸ǫe͝ ̨H́i̷l͢ls̷ ̵ d̢̨iff̴͢e̴̡r̡̕eń͡ce͘.

The deafening noises lasted on for days, the deaths as well. The chat log was filled up with his name, and only his. No ‘Grian fell from a high place.’ or ‘--- was slain by Biffa2001 using HUGS N KISSES!’. The only one that remained, and kept on playing like a broken record, was;

>joehillssays withered away.

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However, he had grown used to it by now, and it seemed like the withers had, as well. The messaged seemed to play less and less, and it almost seemed as if the remaining 89 weren't being so aggressive towards him anymore. There was one thing, however, that Joe has noticed;

His hands and wrists were getting a faint tint of black.

He hadn't noticed it at first, until he was examining himself in the ‘safe’ room. He doesn't know how he didn't notice earlier; because it was apparent. His nails had grown longer, and somewhat sharper as well. Whenever he moved them, they clicked together. He didn't mind it at all, really; it was just.. odd.

He turned his hand around, examining it closely. 'What caused this to happen?’ He thought to himself, recalling all the things that could've caused it by any means. Then it clicked.

It took only 20 deaths.

Searching the various double chests in the room, Joe looked for some glass (or even packed ice) and some wood to make a makeshift mirror. With some luck, he found some of both, and made the mirror. His curiosity getting the best of him, he peered into the mirror. Considering what he saw he wasn't too.. shocked.

His eyes had clouded over slightly, the Royal Blue still visible, but slightly lighter. Squinting at himself, he grinned. Were his teeth always that pointed?

They had started to come to a point with what was visible, but they weren't full on fangs yet. But, how could he fail to realize one of the biggest differences?

Underneath his left cheekbone, the skin seemed.. darker than the rest of his face. And no, it wasn't because of the shadow. He gently dragged a finger across it, glancing at his finger afterwards. It had a slight residue on it; about the same texture as powdered charcoal, if that makes sense. No longer focused on his new.. facial feature, Joe looked at himself in the mirror. The person staring back at him was different. It seemed like a person of impure intent, malice in his cloudy eyes, and somebody who seemed cold.

He quickly put the mirror down, leaning against the stone cold wall, and looked up at the ceiling. It was stone. It had been for weeks, and he had no doubt that it would be for a few more days, weeks, months, or even years before he could see the light of day again.

He closed his eyes and sighed, imagining feeling the soft grass on his toes, hearing the rippling water from the ocean surrounding the main island, and above all, hearing the various laughs, chuckles, and the like from his friends.

'Where were they?’ he wondered, trying to think of places the other Hermits could be, and what they could be doing.

Mumbo could be doing redstone..

Grian could be running his detective shop..

Iskall could be working on the Sahara project;

All three of those could.

Doc could be working on his drive by of the different biomes in the Nether..

Scar could be working on the film studio..

Stress could be working on that train..

Cleo could be working on her base, also..

Ren could be working on the HRN..

Jevin could be working on his base..

False could be t̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ f̶i̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ working on whatever she could..

Cub could be a̶l̶s̶o̶ t̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ f̶i̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ working on the film studio..

And Xisuma? He could be t̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ f̶i̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ working on his base, as well.

And Joe?

Joe was stuck.

He was stuck at the bottom of the world, next to bedrock, surrounded by 89 withers, slowly getting corrupted, with no way out.

Joe brought his knees up to his chest, and hugged them, hiding his face. He was crying, and trying to hide it, although no one would care. ‘The Withers don't care about emotions,’ he said to himself, wiping his tears. 'They're bosses. They're mobs. They wouldn't care.’ He finished, now sobbing into his arms.

‘There was no way he could see his friends, again.’

He thought.

'They'll forget about me,’

He continued thinking.

He wouldn't see any of them, for a long time.

Maybe in 365 years, he'll see two, but, even then..

That's a long time.

‘It’s been weeks,’ thought Joe, still trapped in the Wither hell-hole. His wither-like features had advanced, leaving him with completely black-ish blue-ish hands which made a gradient up to his elbow, long and sharp nails, completely whitened eyes, elongated fangs where some of his teeth used to be, and patches of murky, storm gray skin on random parts of his body. His shirt was torn, too, but that was the least of his worries.

He had killed a good portion of the remaining withers, putting the Nether Stars in one of the chests. Killing Withers, he found out, was easier when they trusted you. He now had a total of 10 nether stars, leaving 79 remaining Withers. Although it wasn’t a huge dent, it was something, right?

Once more, Joe slid down onto one of the beds in the safe room, fumbling with the very damaged diamond sword in his grasp. It's what he had used to kill those Withers; mainly because he didn’t have much of anything else to fight with. He narrowed his eyes slightly, placing the sword down on the ground next to the bed, and sighed. He had lost track of time within the few weeks, and he ran out of food the week after. He gently closed his eyes, and relaxed on the bed beneath him.

Black tinted hands grasped the calligraphy book that had been in one of the chests, for some odd reason, as well as the calligraphy pen from a random feather. Grabbing one of the random ink sacs in another chest, Joe began to write a poem. ‘How messy,’ he thought. ‘I can’t write anything with these claws..’ He mumbled to himself, writing it down easily, although, it did look like chicken scratch.

Down so low, with nothing but a faint glow,

Does anybody even know?

Does it even show, that way down below,

Trapped is a lone soul with nowhere to go?

Not sure if there’s snow or blow,

Up in ye olde globe,

But as certain as I know,

I’m stuck down here below.

He put the quill down, and sighed once more, before allowing the ink to dry and closing the book. Within the silence of the quieted Withers, Joe heard.. Something else. It was quiet, but it was something. Everything was silent, except for that; and it seemed to get closer.

“X? Are you sure we should be going down here? You did say that there were 89 withers..” A voice said. ‘Which.. one is that?’ Joe thought to himself, piecing together the puzzle pieces in his head.

“Well, do ya want Joe back or not? Geez.. its like you guys didn’t notice that he was gone.” X said, and Joe frowned a little. He gripped the cyan covers of the bed, claws puncturing through the cloth slightly, with them digging gently into his palms. The voices were getting louder and closer, with footsteps able to be heard as well. After some silence, a third voice spoke.

“Don’t you guys think that if we want to find him quicker, we should use sooome..” a pause, as some shuffling and a few ‘no’s’ before a fuse started going off. “DYNAMITE!” Shouted the voice, right before an explosion went off. “Grian..” Groaned Doc, clearly annoyed - just a tiny bit. After the explosion had dispersed, Joe covered his ears. Alright! That was loud! His ears are ringing! Why would h-.. He uncovered his ears, glancing in the direction of the voices. They were even closer. Maybe about 6-10 feet away. Joe anxiously bit the inside of his cheek, completely forgetting he had fangs for a moment. Great. Blood. How nice.

Grabbing some spare blocks from the chests, he blocked off the entrance to the big hole. Hopefully it wouldn’t like he was in there more than he should’ve been, right? The voices were quiet, now. Slight mumbling was heard, but that was it. Joe gripped the covers tighter.

What would they think of him?

Would they call him a monster?

Would they take him back?

Would they call him stupid?

W͛̾̑ͤ̿̾̇҉o͊uͬͦ́lͦ̊d͟ ̛ͩ̌tͥ̅ͫ̇͂h͐ͣ͌eͬ͑͑̍̎̀ͪy͛̅̀ ̷̽a̓̊̒̎ͥͮc̈́͟cẻ͆̎̂̍͒̋pͤͪ͟t ̃ͦ̌ͭ̆͛hͭͤ͌̄i͊̒ͭͥͤ̑͗m͆͑̓ ̸bͥ̿ͣͩͩ͜a͌̅ͦc̄̿̽̔͂̀kͥ̿̉͗ͭ͝ ̡̾̈̒̉̓ͮiͭ̈́́҉nͩ̿̍͝?̧̈̉͛͌

Without noticing, he had started to hyperventilate. He had no clue on how loud he was being, and he didn’t get quieter or stop until he heard another explosion.

As the smoke and debris cleared, Joe froze up, tightly closing his eyes shut. ‘Please don’t tell me my eyes glow, please don’t tell me my eyes glow, please don’t tell me my eyes glow..!’ He thought to himself, hearing a few coughs, and a culmination of footsteps. He held his breath, and kept his eyes shut tight.

“Joe?! Jooooooe, are you in here?” Called out Scar. Opening one eye, Joe peered out from under the blanket. The group of 12 Hermits went quiet. They weren’t able to see much, with only having a torch, but the bright glowing of the corrupted Hermit’s eye helped them tons.

With the covers now pulled away, Joe peered silently at the others faces. He didn’t know what exactly to say. It felt like he had been gone for weeks, even months - he hadn’t had human contact for that long, either, except for the murmuring of voices in his head. Finally, somebody broke the tension-filled silence.

Xisuma quietly cleared his throat, holding out a slightly hesitant hand to the other. “Uh-.. how about we get you back t’ reality, Joe?” He questioned, the corrupted bunet taking a few moments to process this. Soon enough, and very gently, he grabbed the others hand, slowly getting off of the bed. Xisuma flinched ever so slightly at Joe’s long nails, but quickly dismissed it. Then, after a few more moments of awkward silence, the group headed up to the surface.

Once they got up to the surface, Joe shielded his eyes with his free hand, hardly being able to see. The whole group lagged back a bit, but they soon got out of the whole mess.

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