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samandcolbyownme · 6 months ago

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Summary: full one shot based off of this snippet - I added more details to this one.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, fighter!Jake, fighting, mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, punching, kicking, kissing, alcohol consumption, hair pulling, tiny bit of blood play, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, filth

Word count: 5.3k | not edited

Y/n’s outfit did this fic - here

You stared down at the ticket in your hand, leg bouncing up and down as a raging pace as you wait, very impatiently for your plane to finally be ready.

You wanted to get out of there, your hometown was nothing but stress and tears. You thought that coming home for a little would help things - but in reality, it only made them worse.

Made you want to leave and never look back.

And that’s what you did.

You felt full relief inching closer and closer, but you knew you weren’t going to fully get that until you were on that plane, on your way to LA.

“Now boarding flight number 225 to Los Angeles…”

You glance down at your ticket and jump up, tossing your bag strap onto your shoulder as you wheel your slightly beat up suitcase behind you.

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As you unbuckle your seat belt, you glance out of the window, smiling as you see the sun shining down on the new world outside.

You stood up, grabbed your bag and waited as patiently as you could to get off of the plane.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you looked around for options on how to get yourself away from this airport. There was a small strip of places that looked alive and open.

You walked into a place called, The Night Owl - fitting, considering it’s almost midnight.

You look around, sighing at the dead energy inside the bar. You give the older bartender a small smile as you walk up to the bar, setting your bag down on the seat next to the one you take for yourself, “Can I get a glass of wine please.”

He raises his brows, “Any particular kind?”

You shake your head, “A good one.” You laugh weakly and he nods, giving you small smile, “Coming right up.”

You look around, nothing really catching your attention, which is boring, to say the least.

You let out a sigh as you turn back around, reaching out to take the glass immediately after the bartender sets it down, “Thank you.”

“Eight dollars whenever you’re ready.”

You nod, digging into your purse. You lay a ten down, “I don’t need change.”

“Thank you.” He nods and as soon as you go to take a sip, some guy slides in between your hair and the one your bag isn’t on, “Haven’t seen you around here before.”

You instantly regretted coming in here.

“Just waiting on a friend.” You lie, trying to just get him off your back.

“Ah, okay. So one time thing, then yeah? Do you live around here?” He continues to pry and you let out a sigh, “Those are some pretty deep questions for someone I don’t even know the name of.”

He stares at you for a few seconds, “Oh shit. Sorry, I was just so caught up in your beautiful-“

“I’m not going home with you.”

He nods, “Straight to it, alright.” He takes a swig of his beer as he walks away and you can’t help but laugh when his friends boo him.

Probably the highlight of the night.

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You finish your second glass of wine and Mel, the bartender, comes back over, “Can I get you one more before I start closing up?”

You tilt your head, “Just put a little blackberry bourbon in a glass for me.”

He nods, “You got it.”

As you wait for your drink to arrive, you pull your phone out, hoping there’s a slight chance it would turn on.

But no luck.

You sigh, tossing it into your purse as Mel sets the clear glass down in front of you.

“Thank you.” You gave Mel a smile before digging in your purse.

He nods and you lay a twenty down, “Keep the change, Mell.” He smile, “Thank you, y/n.” You nod and look down at your drink, mind racing about why you decided to move to L.A.

Why did I come here? Because you couldn’t be around your family any longer.

Do I have a reason to be here? Because you need to grow.

Can I really fit in and-

“This seat taken?” A deep voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up, slowly turning your head.

A, very tall, guy with a beanie covering his black choppy looking hair, stands there with a small smile on his lips.

He was fairly cute, you couldn’t lie, so you shake your head, “Not at all.” You smile and sit up, turning towards him slightly as he sits down.

“I’m Jake.” He holds his hand out and you look down, shocked when you see his busted up and bruised hand, “Um.” You tilt your head as you take his hand, “Y/n.”

You couldn’t lie, your heart started pounding a little harder when your eyes were met with his bruised knuckles.

It wasn’t something you were really expecting to see right off the bat, but you still felt - safe.

You look up at him and a smile spreads across his have as you speak, “I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Are you okay? Do you need like medical attention or something?”

He shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, “Nah, nah. I’m alright, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your cheeks growing redder.

“Thank you for asking.” He smiles and you nod, “I mean, if you say so.” You laugh slightly, eyes moving back down to fixate on your freshly manicured hand in his.

The deep colored bruising and the dark red scabs not only intrigued you in a, what do you do on a daily basis kind of way, but also in a wow nothing has ever turned you on like this before way, too.

“You can ask.” Jake’s voice causes your eyes to snap up to his, “what?”

He chuckles, sipping on his drink, “I said. You can ask.”

“Uh, ask what?” You play dumb and Jake squeezes your fingers that are still lingering on his palm. He leans in and his eyes move from your lips to your eyes, “Ask me what I do to make my hands look like this.”

You felt your stomach flip and you tilt your head slightly as your eyes move between his.

A slight smirk plays with your lips, “Tell me, Jake.” You circle his palm with your fingers slowly, “What do you do to get your hands all beat up like this?”

Jake looks up at the clock, “Actually, come with me.”

Usually, a guy telling a girl he just met to, come with me, would usually raise red flags, but you’ve basically held Jake’s hand the whole time have been sitting here chatting.

Jake, as already said, and still as weird as it sounds, makes you feel safe, so you had no problem following him to his car.

“Here. You can put your bags in there for now.” You nod as you watch him open the back door. You nod and toss your duffle in before Jake lifts your suitcase and lays it on the seat, “Alright.” He closes the door and holds his hand out, “Follow me.”

You take his hand, waking with him around the building of the bar you were just in, “Where are we going?” You ask as you walk under Jake’s arm.

He turns, arm still on the door, a smirk on his lips as you look back at him, “You scared, darlin’?”

A smirk grows on your lips as you shake your head, “No. I trust you.”

He nods, taking your hand into his again, “Atta girl.”

You smile to yourself as you look around once you reach the bottom of the long staircase, “What is this place? Looks like an old subway station.” Your eyes fall to him as he stops and you can hear faint shouting and chanting coming from, somewhere.

Jake reaches for the handle of the old door, “You’re good.” Your eyes watch as his busted up and ring cladded fingers wrap around the handle, “And this..” he opens the door, “..Is how my hands get all fucked up.”

You raise your brows and he nods towards the open door, “Just stay with me. You’ll be good.”

You walk in and the shouting grows louder the further into the green lit room you go. Jake walks you up to a balcony and your eyes scan down over the scene below you, taking in what you’re actually witnessing.

You take a sharp breath as the one guy below in a ring formed by the, what you can only assume is, members, takes a bad punch to the jaw.

“Knocked out.” Jake says in a low voice as he leans in towards you. You smile slightly, “So what..” you bite your lip and look up at him, “You fight for a living?”

Jake turns around, crossing his arms as he puts an unlit cigarette in between his lips, “You can say that.”

“I know he’s here!” A guy, who is very angry, yells which catches both of your attentions. You lean over and Jake stops you from going any further by putting his hand flat on your chest.

You look from Jake, back down to the pit below you, and see a guy spinning around slowly, looking at each crowd member in the face, “Webber. Where the fuck you at, brother?”

You look over at Jake who shakes his head laughing, “I knew he’d show up sooner or later.” Jake flicks the ash off of his cigarette.

“Is he looking for you?” You ask as your brows shoot upward. Jake nods, “Uh huh.” He lets out an exaggerated sigh and holds the burning cigarette between his lips as he starts to take his rings off.

He extends his hand out to you, “Can you be a doll and hold these for me, please?”

You nod, looking down to your hand as you bring it up and open it, allowing him to drop his collection of rings into your palm.

He flashes you a smile, “Thanks, now stay close to me on the way down and at the front of the ring when I’m in it, got it?.”

You give him a few nods as you stuff his rings into your pocket before quickly taking his hand, following him down a rickety looking spiral staircase.

Everyone looks towards you and Jake. Their eyes moving between the two of you, and right now. In this moment, you have never felt so out of place somewhere - and your cream colored cardigan was surely bound to make you stick out like a sore thumb.

Jake pulls you through the crowd, his grip tight on your body. You did feel super safe with him, especially now with knowing he can actually fight. You stop as you get to the opening and Jake shrugs off his jacket, “Heard you were lookin’ for me.”

Your eyes scan up and down his back. His tattoos, scars, fresh and old bruises moving with his muscles.

You take his jacket as he extends his arm back, almost like muscle memory. The guy cracks his knuckles and then lifts his hand to his chin, “Wanted to take a crack at knocking you down from your rankin’ a lil bit.”

You were interested to know what Jake’s rank was.

He cracks his neck and Jake puts his hand to his ear, “And what rank would that be?”

The guy across from him laughs, “I’m here to remove your title as undefeated champion, Mr. Jake Webber.”

Undefeated champion.. You feel your heart beat harder when you hear the words roar off his tongue. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

You were the safest person in this room.

Jake slips his shirt off over his head, you also take that and drape it over his jacket. Jake quickly stretches his arms a few times and shrugs, “Let’s see you try.”

He motions with his hand, “Bring it, big boy.”

Even though you were smiling behind your fingers, you were nervously chewing on your nails, too. You just met this guy and if he gets hurt, it’s like you’d be able to feel the pain, too.

The guy wasn’t any bigger than Jake, though. Well, ego wise, definitely.

Jake looked back at you, giving you a wink before looking back at the guy walking over to him, fists balled and ready to swing.

You hold your breath as you wait for the first punch to be thrown.

Jake moves, getting them to walk in a circle, getting the crowd amped up right before the guy swings on Jake, groaning in frustration when Jake dodges it.

The longer you stood there, watching it all play out, the more you felt like you belonged there, and walking in with Jake really seemed to help that - hell, especially now with knowing he’s an undefeated champ and all.

Jake swings, popping the guy in his jaw and he laughs, “I think you have the theater and the ring mixed up, there pal.” Jake shoots, cocking his head, “I’m here to fight, not dance.”

The guy lets out a loud yell as he runs towards Jake, and you gasp as Jake’s back meets the dark, blood stained concrete below him.

The guy pulls his arm back just to swing but Jake quickly manages to escape and get two punches to his face before scurrying to stand up.

You were impressed, absolutely mesmerized with seeing Jake like this. The sweat glistening off his body in the glowing green lights.

The way he can take more than a punch and not bat an eye, fuck. You practically had to wipe the drool off of your chin before anyone noticed.

“Come on, Jake.” You mumble to yourself, bouncing up and down in your spot. Jake’s head snaps to the left as he eats another punch, his cheek busted open slightly, but not as bad as the other guys. Yet.

Your lip is pulled tightly between your teeth, biting down harder each time Jake gets hit. Your eyes watch as he stumbles back, falling at your feet.

Before you can bend down to try and help him, he’s already halfway up your body.

You knew what was coming, as he drug his face up extremely really close to yours.

Your heart is beating at a high rate speed. His lips press to yours, giving you a sloppy, but still the hottest kiss you’ve ever received in your life, before he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his face.

The crowd goes absolutely mad, but you ignore that as you hold your stare on Jake. Focusing on him to get yet, another win.

You were also too into watching him completely obliterate this prick, to realize that Jake’s blood was smeared on to your face now, too.

“Alright. Alright.” A guy goes out, pulling Jake off of the weakened figure lying on the ground. Jake stands up, turning out and holding his arm up.

The crowd goes absolutely wild.

And so do you.

The arm that isn’t holding his jacket gets thrown into the air as you jump up and down smiling at the people around you.

You were so proud of him, and he noticed that right away.

Jake looks around for a second before locking his eyes onto you again. He smirks and nods his head, cocking his jaw as he snatches the money from the guy’s hand and immediately walks over to you.

“That was so ho-“

He cuts you off as he pulls you into him, his arms going around your waist to lift you up off the ground as his lips meet yours.

You don’t even cringe at the new blood mixing with the dried blood on your face,

“C’mon.” Jake sets you down on your feet, arm still around your body, “Let’s get out of here.”

He leads you up the steps and back out into the hall, immediately pressing your back against the old brick wall. His hands cup your cheeks, thumb smearing his blood over your skin, “You look so pretty with my blood on your face.”

You smile and lick your lips, “Sorry for being so blunt but you are incredibly, fucking hot.”

He pulls you in and kisses over your cheek to your lips, “I hope you don’t have any plans tonight, because you’re coming home with me.”

You rest your head back against the wall and bite your lip, “As a matter of fact, my schedule is free.”

He smiles down at you, “Good.” He steps back pulling the dented pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offering you one before taking one for himself.

“Sure.” You smile, “I can get you a n-“

“No need.” He lifts the lighter and you inhale as the end starts to burn. You close your eyes, feeling the buzz from the nicotine do its thing.

“Come on.” He extends his hand out, waiting for you to take it before he behind leading you towards the exit door. He holds it open, his head moving as he watches you walk by him and he’s immediately back to holding you against him as he walks you back around the bar to his car.

“You sure you want to come home with me?” Jake asks as he opens his car door. You look up at him, “I promise, me falling for a serial killer wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing to happen to me.”

“That’s.. actually..” Jake laughs slightly, “I’m sorry?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “That’s a story for another time.” You go to get in the car but stop, looking back up at him, “If I even make it that long.”

Jake laughs, rolling his eyes as he sighs, “Only time will tell.” He laughs again as he shuts the door and jogs around to get in.

“So can I ask about.. that..” you motion to where you walked from and Jake nods, “Of course. What do you want to know, sweetheart?”

Jake starts driving and you purse your lips, “How do you know when you’re done fighting, like does it have to end in a knockout, or whatever?”

Jake reaches over and your hand instantly moves to interlock your fingers with his, “So basically..” he chuckles slightly, “It’s not over until I win, but yeah. Most of the time it’s by knockout, or if your opponent taps out.”

“Have you had that happen?” You look over at him and he nods, “Oh yeah.” He laughs, “Plenty of times. Guys think they’re all big and bad until they realize they can bark but they can’t bite for shit.”

“Aren’t you scared?” You ask, quieter than the last and he looks over at you for a few seconds before looking back onto the headlight lit road, “Of what?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. Can’t you die doing that?”

“You can die doing anything, y/n.” Jake chuckles, waiting a few seconds before he continues, “I mean, I was at first.. I guess?”

He shrugs, “My first fight.” He clicks his tongue, “I remember this clear as fucking day. My friend told me about this underground fight club that his friend took him to, and you need to know people to get in to this, right?”

You nod, smiling at the excitement in his tone, “Next thing I know, Colby is pushing me into this ring and I come out two hundred dollars richer. So I started working out, boxing mainly just so I can stay in shape with this.”

“I mean.” You shrug, biting down on your lip, “The way you held onto that..” You furrow your brows, “Oh what is it?”

He looks over at you confused and you smirk as you squeeze his hand with each word, “Undefeated champion?”

He smirks and shakes his head, smiling big as he pulls into the parking stall, “Oh..Did I forget to mention that?” He looks over at you and you nod, “I mean, I guess I can let it slide.”

“Yeah?” Jake asks tilting his head.

You smirk over at him, unbuckling your seatbelt before you lean in, “Yeah.”

Jake’s seatbelt is undone and he’s closing the space between you with his hands on your cheeks and lips on yours.

You moan lowly against his lips and push yourself up off the seat to lean more into him.

Jake slides his hands over your shoulders and down your arms, “Mm, alright. Come on. I need to wash this off.” He nods down towards his hands as he leans back.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take a look at your cheek, too.”

Jake stares at you for a few seconds and your brow twitches, “Is that.. did I cross a line?”

He shakes his head, hand reaching over to gently cup your face, “No, not at all.” His thumb gently brushes over the dried red marks, “Just never had anyone who cared about me like that.”

You lay your hand on his wrist, patting gently, “Well, you’re giving me a place to stay tonight, so I feel like if I can help out in anyway-“

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” You laugh, looking up at him, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just, I basically left home without a trace, looking for somewhere no one knew what my name was.”

“So why did you tell me what it was, y/n?” Jake tries to fight back a smirk and you shrug, “I think I just knew I’d be safe with you.”

You were like a shot of espresso to Jake.

As soon as he seen you, he couldn’t shake this constant feeling that he needed to know you, and to say that he was shocked when you obliged to go with him on a random side quest in the middle of the night was an understatement.

“Y’know..” Jake says, hand still laying on your cheek, “That was my best fight, and I’ve been doing this for..” he blows out a breath of air, “Four years now?”

“Because of the guy calling you out?” You tilt your head into his hand more and Jake’s eyes immediately move to your face, voice low as he subtly shakes his head, “Because you were there.”

“Me?” You ask as if he was talking to someone else, which gets him to laugh, “Yes, sweetheart. You.”

You shift around in your seat, the more you sat here and just talked with Jake, you’re finding out all you need to know - and you weren’t leaving without him.

“Can we.. go inside.” You move your eyes to meet his and he nods, “Fuck yeah we can go inside. Hold on.”

He gets out, running around to open up the back door of his car to retrieve your luggage before moving to open up your door, “Okay, here we are.”

You smile up at him, shaking your head as you take his hand to get out of the car, “Thank you.”

He nods, “Silver key, top lock. I got these.” He motions to your bags and you just cannot stop smiling with him, “Okay.”

You take the keys from Jake’s hands, your fingers brushing against his and you feel that same adrenaline you felt back at the fight, starting to course through your veins.

You swallow, turning on your heel to walk up towards his door. Jake’s eyes were burning into your back, he knew there was something about you, just like there was something about him.

You push the door open, moving out of the way for Jake to go in but he stops, “Ladies first.”

You feel shy and giddy around him.

You’ve never felt this was with anyone. You always close everyone out, scared to let them in, but maybe you needed this change.

Maybe this change came with added bonuses, but you weren’t complaining, not anymore.

You walk in, turning around after finding the lights, to see what you can help Jake with, “Don’t your hands hurt, Jake?” Your eyes move from his face to his hands, “They look like they do.”

He shakes his head as he walks over to you, finger tilting your chin up so he can kiss you, “Mm fine, love. Okay.” His lips go back to pecking yours and you slide your hands up his chest, “Is this a one night stand?”

“This is whatever you want it to be, baby.” Jake kisses down your neck, “I just have this feeling like you’re supposed to be in my life.”

You lean back slightly, nodding as you look at him, “That’s how I feel.”

His hands slide down your sides before he gasps, “Oh shit.” He pulls your cardigan towards him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I-“

“It’s okay. Do you have a washer?” You look up at him, not really worried about the blood. He nods and you smile, “Then I’ll just wash it later.”

You eye the mark on his cheek, but he kisses you to distract right before you can say anything about it.

He backs you up into the wall, his hands slipping under your t-shirt to grip the skin of your waist, “We don’t ha-“

“I want to.” You cut him off, quickly regaining his lips back onto yours. He bends down slightly, tapping the back of your thighs and you jump into his grasp.

He puts one hand on the wall while the other moves to your neck, gripping gently as his hips hold you up.

Your lips part as he slowly squeezes tighter, a moan slipping out as your eyes roll back.

Jake’s lips pepper your face in kisses before he releases his grip, “Bed then shower?”

“Yes.” You whimper out, “please.”

Jake smirks, setting you down on your feet so he can lead you up to his room. It would be a lie to say you made it there without your hands roaming each others bodies.

You were eager to see him shirtless again, the sight alone had you swimming in a pool of your own lust.

As soon as you’re in the room and the doors shut, clothes start flying off. Each of you taking turns to undress the other, getting to impatient so you revert to ripping your own clothes off.

Jake tackles you onto the bed, his lips trailing hungry kisses up and down your neck and over your collar bones, “you are so beautiful.”

You run your hands through his hair, just now realizing he managed to keep his beanie on the whole time he was fighting, “Wait.”

Jake looks up, a nervous look on his face and you smile as you shake your head, “No I still want to do that.” A look of relief washes over him as you laugh slightly, “I just realized that you kept your beanie on your whole fight.”

Jake laughs, “That’s because he hits like a bitch.” His eyes scan over your face, “I’m so glad you were there.”

You smile, “I’m glad I got the last flight to LA.”

He leans in, kissing your lips as you feel the tip of his cock rub the outside of your pussy, “Jake.” You slide your hand down, earning a gasp from him as you wrap your hand around his cock to guide it inside of you.

“Oh shit.” Jake groans, bucking his lips slightly which makes you dig your nails into his shoulders, “Fuck.”

You let out a whine as you dig your heels into his lower back, urging him to go all in, “P-please.”

You look up at him, his lips parted as he moves to brush hair from your face, “I need to just.. fuck you feel so good.” He moans against your lips, slowly pushing his cock into you more, “I’m going to ruin you in the best ways possible.”

You whimper at his words, “I trust you.”

You could tell by Jake’s delayed reaction that, I trust you, wasn’t something he heard often anymore. Which is true, he took everything anyone said anymore with a grain of salt.

Mainly the girls he actually tried to give the time of day to, but with you, it’s like he was told directly by the being that created you - you were his and he was yours.

“You don’t have to-“

Jake cuts you off, “I trust you, too.”

You smile, biting down on your lip when he shifts his hips slightly, “Shit.”

Jake’s hand returns to your throat, squeezing slowly as his hips start to move, “You feel so good.” His lips are right by your ear, his voice low, “Gonna make you mine.”

Your back arches up off the bed as he thrusts his cock into you, hard. A moan is ripped from your throat as your legs tighten around his waist.

His thrusts are hard, almost punishing.

But if Jake thinks you’re the least bit uncomfortable, he stops to make sure you’re okay, and you honestly loved that.

“You okay? You’re kinda starin’ up at me in a daze, babe.” Jake laughs slightly and you nod, “it’s your cheek, I think you opened up your cut again.”

Jake brings a hand to his cheek, thumb rubbing over the freshly leaked blood, “Mm.” He winces slightly, “These are always the worst ones for me.”

“Do you want-“

“No.” Jake turns his attention back onto you, “You’re all I want to focus on right now, okay?” He bites his lip as his eyes move to his red colored thumb, “Can I?”

You glance over and nod, looking up at him as he starts to slowly thrusts again. Your brows furrow and your face twists with pleasure as he brings his thumb over, dragging a red streak down your cheek.

He groans at the image, hand snapping down to your hip as his thrusts grow harder.

Your hands find themselves entangled within his hair, moaning out as he attacks your neck, leaving little purple marks scattered all over your skin.

You earn a groan from him when you pull, squeezing his cock tighter with the walls of your needy cunt.

“You keep doin’ that an I’m about to be done for.” Jake groans, “Fuck, baby. Doing so good.”

You whimper at his praise, arching your back and he takes the time to slip his arm under, holding you to him as your legs fall to rest over his thighs.

He uses his other arm to hold up his weight as he thrusts into you at a, now faster, pace.

He had you screaming at this point, the tip of his cock continuing to bottom out against your best up cervix, you knew you were going to be sore tomorrow.

“Need you to cum for me.” He breathes out, “Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head quickly, eyes screwing shut as you listen to his praise continue, “Such a good girl for me.”

“Taking me so well, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, yes, just like that. Oh fuck, just like that.”

Your vision goes white and your grip on Jake tightens as you moan loudly into his ear.

“That’s my girl.” Jake moans, his thrusts growing more sloppy by the second, “Where do you want me?”

Your legs tighten around his waist, answering his question - just in the nick of time, too. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, his cum being held in by his slowly softening cock.

“Fuck.” You breathe out as you look up at him, pushing his sticky from sweat hair off of his forehead.

He nods, smiling as he lays beside you, “Agreed.”

His hand searches for yours, and when he finds it, your fingers are instantly interlocked with his, taking a few moments just to lay there in the comfortable silence.

“Do you want to go for a shower?” Jake asks, tilting his head up to look at you. You look over at him and nod, “Only if you get one with me.”

“That was the only way I was offering it.” Jake smirks, moving to stand up, “Come on, my little fighter. Gotta wash this blood off your face.”

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wayfayrr · 5 months ago

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I’LL THROW HANDS WITH ANY OF YOUR EXES THAT MADE YOU FEEL LIKE LESS, YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE LOVABLE, NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE MOSS <3

But also had me clutching my phone to my chest with the luck part 😭 you’re so sweet I’m sending so much love through the internet <33

I know I already made a request (which again, take as long as you need, I am more than happy to wait however long <3) but I’m so serious when I say that I need to request something sweet with self aware asexual Sky, specifically him cuddling with reader, just lying his head on their chest as they rest their cheek against his head while like, maybe they play a lil cozy game; Stardew or something- whether they are playing that game together, or Sky is just watching reader while they play, I have no preference, I just need wholesome fluff <333

~🍀 anon

I'm pretty much over it now!! made me feel like shit but eh - I'm so happy to be separate from them now :P they were a real piece of shit ngl but they don't matter anymore!

I couldn't help myself!! what can I say, it was just so tempting to refer to luck in some way - I mean your emoji is a four-leaf clover!!/aff

I did choose to do this request first cause it felt fitting for pride month (I say posting this within the last 10 minutes) but I also realised there's no way to make something noticeably ace without announcing it - so this just comes across more as soft cuddles <3 but I still think it's sweet

[masterlist]

He’s much warmer than I thought he’d be, considering he hasn’t had a pulse, or blood, or a body for very long at all, only about a week as of now. Yet he’s already mostly a natural with it, only needing a gentle reminder every now and then to breathe compared to when he was freshly - fresher out of the game and needed a nudge every couple of minutes to remember.

It’s perfect for times like this though, just the two of us lying together taking the time to be in each other's presence and it’s hardly surprising that he’s stuck to me like glue knowing what he’s been through. I can’t help but become more enamoured with him through it all as well, while he’s not entirely like how I imagined his character would’ve been like if this kind of thing happened, if anything I’d say… he’s better. Cuddly, soft and sleepy like you’d assume from how he’s shown in-game but also just so, so much sweeter and sassier than he was shown. It’s charming.

“You forgot to water the pumpkins my dove.”

“I didn’t but thank you for the reminder sweetheart.”

It feels comfortable calling him that now, It wasn’t immediately and he respected that, now I really couldn’t help falling for him. Right now I can feel myself slipping and falling in love with him more and more, he knows what he’s doing I’m sure of it but despite knowing that it’s impossible to stop myself. The smallest things like how he intertwined his fingers around mine while I hold the switch, resting his head on my chest. Even how his hair rustles on my chest with how he’s laying on top of me is downright addictive, driving me deeper and deeper into his spell.

“[name], [name] love you still haven’t watered the pumpkins.”

“I’m walking over to them, I know you can see our farmer moving.”

“Mhm, but I know you aren’t focused on the game.”

“How can I be when you’re acting like this?”

“Acting like what love?”

Where do I begin to describe how he’s been acting? That he’s been extra soft tonight? That he’s been even more gentle than usual with how he’s holding my hands and resting on me? That he’s stolen the softest clothes I own to wear right now? That since he’s started washing his hair with my conditioner his hair is so silky and fluffy and good melling that I just want to bury my face in- He knows exactly what I’m struggling to say out loud, his little giggle spelling it out instantly.

“Acting like your partner?”

“...”

“Acting like your boyfriend?”

“...Wouldn’t any way you act be acting like my boyfriend?”

“I-!”

Never in my life would I have thought something like that would slip from my mouth that easily, making him stop breathing. And for once? It makes me forget to remind him to too.

#I'm going to be writing requests a little shorter now I think #or just judging them as they come for length #<3 #this is a little shorter but I'm still really happy with it though #ALSO #I know this is an old ask #BUT I hope you're doing well clover!!!#Its been a hot minute since I've gotten an ask from you #and I hope that you're doing alright <33 #moss✦writes #linked universe #yandere link #yandere linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #self aware au #lu sky #lu sky x reader

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shira-cosmic-star · 4 months ago

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Little things to love. Jabberwock HC

(This was ordinally supposed to be a different HC. Then I got sidetracked and came up with this one. I promise I'm working on the Wish Me Mell pt 2. It'll be posted some time tomorrow. Thank you kindly for your patience.)

Warning: Nothing but fluffy, GNreader

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Haru:

Mc headed over to Jabberwock to assist with the animals. It was a long week and maybe this will cheer them up? They’ve always enjoyed spending time with the boys and Peekaboo. After making your way through the entrance. MC see a wide grassy field. So far there wasn’t any signs of animals or ghouls nearby. Just a straightforward path to the dorm. As MC walked on the side walk, they looked around deep far into the distance.

“Gahahha! Watch out!!” MC heard a voice behind them. As soon as they turned around Mc see a goat like anomaly, running towards them. Panic begins to set in.

‘Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! What should I do!?’ They sway left and then right. Unsure which direction to go.

“BAM”

“Ow” They cried as the goat ran straight into them and slammed its head into theirs. Haru quickly runs over to them and helps Mc up.

“Gah! Are you okay MC?” He questioned after seeing what the goat did. MC had their hand on their forehead. Once he removed their hand to take a look. There was a knot on their head.

“Is it bad?” He looks into their eyes.

“No, no, no! Nothing an ice pack can’t fix!” He stated cheerfully. Haru takes their hand gentle and guide them to the dorm. In the dorm Ren was sitting on the couch watching YouTube. After hearing the door creek open. Ren looks up from his phone.

“What happened to you?” While he raised one of his brows, he asked.

Not fully wanting to admit what just happened. MC pouted and removed their hand from their forehead.

“Eh? Yeesh.” Haru had come back in the room and handed MC an ice pack. Once they have placed it on themselves , he hummed to himself. “MC, why didn’t you move out the way?” His voice carried with concern.

“I-I was going to, but I panicked and I-I didn’t know where it was heading...” MC explained their thought process. They stumble with their words as they feel the rush of embarrassment forming on her face. He chuckled and patted her back. “Hey it’s all okay. It could’ve been worse.” He explained to MC in a tempt to cheer them up. MC smiled and nodded their head.

“Yeah! I could have broken a nose or busted my head!” MC spoke with a cheerful voice and good attitude. Haru loved this about MC. He stands up straight with both hands on his hips. “That’s the spirit! Gahahah!!” His laugh rings throughout the dorm and They joined him.

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Towa

Upon, MC’s arrival. They have offered Towa a dandelion. Which to their surprise, Towa eats it before they could say anything. From that day on. He had taken a liking to MC. Though he isn’t much of a talker. He still listens and communicate the best that he can. Towa would nod his head, yes or no while he makes little sounds. Mc is able to tell by the tone of Towa’s hums whether he is saying ‘yes’ or ‘no.’

Right now, both of them are sitting on the hill watching the sunset. Mc would do most of the talking. Meanwhile, Towa would listen. He enjoys hearing all of her stories. Rather they were happy, sad, silly, or scary. Though, the one thing he loves the most. Would be how caring and mind she is. She would often stop by with homemade lunches for all of them. Making sure that each of them had at least a healthy full meal. Mc would even take care of peekaboo, while Haru and Towa was out. Often when Mc makes the meals. She would make sure Towa’s was perfect. Favoritism? Probably. She spends a lot of time with him. So why not put a lot of effort into making his meals? Mc had learned which flowers he likes to eat. Some flowers he would eat. While others he likes to smell and admire.

Towa also loves to cuddle with her. He would sit her, right between his legs and hold her to his chest. Recently, Mc has been with the other ghouls and helping them out. This makes Towa extremely upset, he misses her so much. So, now they are both cuddling was they watch the sunset. When it starts to get dark outside. Towa tells her how much he enjoys being around her. So much that he wishes it never ends. He will always be grateful for the things Mc do. Not only for him, but Haru too.

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Ren:

Ren was working at the Mystery Diner this evening. He had messaged MC about joining him. They were planning on watching horror movies and playing video games together. But unfortunately, MC wasn’t available that night. They were off on another mission with the other ghouls from another dorm. Recently MC has been cancelling the hangouts due to the missions. Ren sighs heavily, he knows deep down they don’t mean to cancel on him. Yet, he couldn’t help, but miss their present.

Shortly after the mission, MC had gone to the school store to find something that Ren might like. They went from alle to alle. They couldn’t find anything there. Disappointed, they sighed. Then and idea came to mind. They decided to make him a gift. ‘Maybe that will cheer him up? Hopefully this isn’t cheesy or makes things weird...’ Alongside of some snacks he might like. This took them a few days to make his a cute sorry gift. They have messaged him, asking if he was either at the dorm or at the diner. He had clarified that he was at the dorm. Shortly, MC walking into the dorm. Ren wasn’t in the lobby, nor was he in the kitchen. That could only mean one thing. He was in his room.

‘Knock Knock’ MC hits their knuckle on the door. Ren opens the door to see who it was. They had their hands behind their back. Standing in front of him was MC. Looking guilty like a child who had done something wrong. “Oh hey” He was the first to speak. Ren opens the door wider and lets them in. Mc sits down on the edge of his bed and took a deep breath.

“Ren, I’m so sorry for cancelling the past few hangouts. To make it up to you. I’ve made you this. They showed him the basket of horror movies, his favorite snacks, and cute little items that reminded MC of him. There was a shark key chain. A small plushie of his favor horror movie character, and a note for him.

“Don’t read the note yet. I rather you read it when I leave. I’m truly sorry Ren, I hope you can forgive me.”

Ren’s heart beats faster and louder. His ears red as his cheeks. He was speechless, how on earth is he able to talk now? He can’t even look them in the eyes. His fists balled up from his anxiety. He takes in a deep breath. Looks them in the eyes and spoke.

“You didn’t need to all this, but thanks.” At the end of his sentence. He looked away extremely bashful. With his hand rubbing the back of his head. MC knew that all was forgiving. Ren have asked them if they wanted to stay and watched the movies with him and share the snacks. Both of them hearts swells with a certain feeling. Who knows where things will lead in the future.

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#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker headcanons #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker ren #tokyo debunker haru #tokyo debunker towa

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sparkbeast20 · 2 years ago

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MC: Good Morning.

MC: Leviathan

MC: Asmodeus

MC: Beelzebub

MC: Belphegor

Asmo: What's going on?

Levi: It's my fault.

Levi: There's this trend where you have call the other person by their full name. I shown it to MC and now their determine to do this for the whole week.

Belphie: ...

Belphie: When did they started?

Levi: Yesterday.

Belphie: Gimme a minute. *Pulls out his phone*

One hour later

Mephisto: Okay Belphegor. Why call me here.

MC: Fuck! who invited you here!

Mephisto: 🤨

Belphie: *Has a smirk* Go on MC...

Mephisto: What's this is all about-

MC: Me... Mephitol-

Mephisto: What are you doing?

MC: Mell- Mephis-Topheles.

Belphie: There you go!

MC: I hate you.

Belphie: 😁

Mephisto: I'm at a lost here.

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mc #obey me nonsense

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aggie-postemon · 30 days ago

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Jazz Takes Aim

Ectoberweek Day 3 - October 27th - "Ghost Peeler"

In which Jazz fires the Ghost Peeler at the Red Huntress, and she actually hits.

AO3 | FFN

Jazz sprinted pell mell down Amity Park's main street, aiming for the Nasty Burger. She didn't know what the hell she was thinking. She also didn't know what the hell had happened. All she knew was that Danny and Valerie were at each other's throats again, completely disregarding every temporary alliance they had ever made.

Danny was on the defensive, though. He was always on the defensive. Jazz understood not wanting to hurt your friends or family, but sometimes she wished her baby brother was willing to properly fight back against people who were earnestly trying to kill him.

Light glowed from the windows of the Nasty Burger, so Jazz could see exactly what she was doing as she decided to forgo running around the building to the front door. She launched herself at an exposed gutter instead, scuttling up the side of the building.

Her arms burned, but Danny and Valerie were in the sky, and Danny was losing.

Jazz climbed, then gave a massive heave with her arms, hoisting herself up and over the lip of the roof. Gooseflesh rose on the back of her neck as she entered the larger field of Danny and Valerie's fight. She didn't have ghost sense, Jazz knew that. But she sensed ghosts a little too reliably for her own comfort.

The moment her feet gained purchase on the flat tar roofing, Jazz ran for the far side, beyond which Danny and Valerie were trading increasingly frantic blows.

"Valerie Gray," Jazz shouted, knowing that the Red Huntress flinched sometimes, when her identity was brought into things, despite it being a fairly open secret. It paid off - Valerie looked her way. Unfortunately, Danny also looked at her. He was so busy gawping, he completely missed the opportunity to push advantage while Valerie was distracted.

"Valerie Gray," Jazz tried again. "I swear to god, if you hurt Phantom, I'm going to end you."

But Valerie's focus was back on Danny; she was laser sharp when she wanted to be, and whatever had triggered this resurgence of violence must have been serious.

Jazz really did not know what the hell she was thinking when she reached for the ghost peeler in her purse. "Valerie, I'll shoot."

"With Jack's aim?" Valerie threw back at her, taking aim herself again at Danny, shooting him successfully in the shoulder.

Jazz pressed the activation button, feeling the suit of the Peeler travel up her arm and over her body. Distantly, she remembered the Peeler successfully stripping Mr. Lancer down to his underwear.

Jazz fired.

In the split second that Jazz's shot hung in the air, she had the faint hope that it might do the same thing to Valerie, taking off her iconic black-and-red suit, removing her from the fight.

The shot hit home.

"Even the worst shot strikes occasionally," Jazz said, with no small amount of satisfaction.

Then Valerie screamed. Ancients, it almost seemed like she was blurring at the edges.

"Oh shit," Jazz said, wrenching her arm out and down and taking her finger off the trigger. "Valerie!"

Valerie fell. Danny reacted, dove down to get her. His legs merged into a tail as he pressed for speed. Danny, Jazz noticed, only had one good arm to catch her with.

While Danny dove and Jazz stood uselessly on the roof of the Nasty Burger, holding a literal smoking gun, Valerie did not stop screaming.

Jazz deactivated the Peeler entirely, shoving it back into her purse as the armor slid from her body. Then she moved.

By the time she was off the roof, Danny and Valerie had hit the ground together.

"Danny!" Jazz shouted. "Valerie!"

Valerie was prone on the asphalt. Danny bent over her, one arm pinned to his side, face an obvious grimace.

Jazz slid to her knees at Valerie's side. "Valerie. Valerie. Can you hear me?" she said, then looked at Danny. "Is she responsive at all?"

Danny shrugged with one shoulder, wide eyed.

Jazz rolled Valerie onto her back, and placed a fist on her sternum. She rubbed firmly, watching carefully for any signs of breathing. She hoped beyond reason that she would not need to pull out CPR. Statistics ran through Jazz's head - CPR was not nearly as effective as people liked to pretend.

Jazz bent over, putting her ear to Valerie's lips. She did not cease her sternum rub.

Yes!

A faint puff. Valerie's breathing was slower than it should be, but Jazz was fairly certain it was there.

"She's breathing," Jazz said. "I'm sure of it."

Danny slumped in visible relief. "Jazz?" he asked, voice small. "Why did the Peeler work?"

Valerie chose that moment to open her eyes. They glowed orange.

#ectoberweek2024 #ghost peeler #ectoberweek ghost peeler #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom #valerie gray #jazz fenton

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neon-witch-ritual · 10 days ago

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Okay so my thoughts so far

Mell - she being psychologically profiled by Black rose and not having a good time at all, also she truly has some magicky bullshit/awareness going on I like it

Cait - she started fucking fast holy shit, trained by Ambessa both physically and in leadership but still disagrees on some points, fucking schemes behind her back I love my dictator lite

Vi - wtf is her friend at ? After that montage I don't think we see him again right?, also jinx following her and throwing a bomb on her that vander is back baby, but in general she seems to be healing especially after reuniting with W/V

Jinx - she be going through it , doesn't want to be a symbol just play with her little sister/daughter and ignore the world , when she decides to do smth, she encounters the fucking beast that is her father , has to inform Vi of this and she does not believe her at all, risk Ishas life and her sisters to prove it, go to a commune with no weapons to try and heal him and in the end has to see the kid she sees like Powder fucking sacrifice herself at the tf

Isha - love the kid, how dare you Fortiche fucking kill her off, esp in a way that will add even more trauma and irony to Jinx

Warwick - I love what they did for him, from the design to the behaviour, but what fucking punched me in the gut is that goddamn flashback -Silco is fucking hot and sane, oh no , Vander has known Vi and Jinx mother , they both did , they were basically uncles(or at least vander was) omg the heartstrings were fucking cut with a rusted knife

Ambessa - she's being a bad bitch that's slowly trying to gain ground against Black rose, while a complication is brewing under her nose and then it implodes, killing her good aid/friend (have no other notes I'm just excited what will happen next with her)

Jayce - my boi is fucking goin through it, killing Salo Bc he knows something we don't, he's definitely seen some shit / is being corrupted, bc seeing shit and it being really painful is not a good sign at all - also seeing the people in the commune as a fucked up void being???, hearing himself, repeating a mantra ( Yeah Jayce really isn't in his right mind) AND even more if what he's seeing the peopl like void beings WHAT is Viktor like to him??? (Also also the hammer? Corrupted in the shape of a butterfly, the magic crystal embedded in his flesh?? The fuck did he experience when he was gone)

Viktor - my guy has a peaceful commune, talks with Singed, understands his soul, says the fucking line, tries to heal Warwick/vander, succeeds but then gets fucking offed by Jayce and is all like well shit the things we do for love is truly sometimes the path to hell / destruction

NO HEIMERDINGER OR EKKO??? - the crowning crime arcane has done so far

#arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane s2 #arcane spoilers

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dyscanthe · 29 days ago

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Special Halloween Party Event

Chapter 8: Fall Picnic

This is a rough translation of the story. You may encounter minor errors on the way, please be understanding and considerate (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) With that being said, enjoy reading!

ITALICS - Narration; BOLD ITALIC - Dialogues

It was a certain afternoon. Although it was fall, today is blessed with warm weather. I found Bastien dozing off under the tree shade while I was out in the rear garden.

Bastien… is he in the middle of a nap now?

When I tried to quietly get close to him, I noticed that Mell, who was using a soft and fluffy cushion as her pillow, was also sleeping beside him.

Mell: Zzz… Zzz…

Bastien: Zzz… zzz… urr… mm…

It seems like Bastien fell asleep again while caressing Mell’s fluffy fur.

(This atmosphere feels so warm…)

Step… step… step…

Teddy: Huh? Aruji-sama? So you're here.

Hello.

Kuririn: Hello, “arujisama”!

Hello there.

Kuririn: Hm~? What were you looking at? Ah! Bastien-kun and Mell-chan are sleeping…!

(He softens his voice… So kind of him…)

Teddy: You're right. Maybe they're tired after the preparation for the ball.

Preparation?

Teddy: Yes. Of course all the other butlers are busy with it, but…Kuririn-kun and his friends are also helping to prepare for the event. Isn't it right, Kuririn-kun?

Kuririn: Yup! Yup! We also do our best!

Should I help with something too?

Kuririn: Arujisama wants to help too? Of course you can~! Right, Teddy-kun?

Teddy: Err, you see… We actually can't allow Aruji-sama to prepare too…

Teddy, please?

Teddy: Understood. Since I figured that Aruji-sama would ask for something like that. Shall we go to prepare as well after break then…?

After break…?

Teddy: Yes! It's our break time now to tell the truth. Also! We prepared treats with the help of Lono-kun!

Kuririn: Mell-chan’s favorite pancake… There are also my favorite sunflower seeds! There's also cookies! We didn't make it too sweet so it's easier for Bastien-kun to eat~⁠♪ I'll give arujisama a sunflower seed too, they're my favorites~!

Fufu, thank you.

Teddy: Aruji-sama, would you like to have tea together too while we're at it?

Is it all right?

Teddy: We're the ones who question whether or not it's appropriate to sit together with you though…

I'm not against it.

Teddy: Thank you very much.

Kuririn: Now then. We should go and wake both of them. The pancake won't taste great when it turns cold at any rate. He~y, Mell-chan. Wake up~

Mell: Mm… Hm? Did Mell fall asleep? Ah, “arujisama” ⁠♪ Good morning ⁠♡

Good morning ⁠♪

Teddy: Bastien-kun. Come on, wake up.

Bastien: Mm… Mmm… Teddy… san…? Huh… When did I…

Good morning, Bastien.

Bastien: Aruji-sama… I'm sorry, I let my guard down. I was caressing Mell’s soft fur, then I…

Mell-chan's sleeping face is comforting to look at after all.

Bastien: That's true, but… Rather than comforting, the fluffiness of her fur was amazing.

Mell: Really? Mell is happy if she can comfort you ⁠♪

That's so nice…

Mell: Ehehe ⁠♪ arujisama, do you want to caress Mell too?

May I?

Mell: Sure ♡

Then I kindly pat Mell on the head.

This does feel comforting…

Mell: Arujisama's kind hand… it feels good ⁠♪

Kuririn: Mell-chan looks like she is having fun. Jeez, when can we finally eat our treats~?

Teddy: Fufu…⁠♪ There~ there~⁠♪

Kuririn: Wah! That surprised me!

Teddy: Ah, sorry. Did I surprise you all of a sudden? I get envious after seeing Aruji-sama and Bastien-kun do it… am I not allowed to?

Kuririn: Jeez~ Only for a bit, okay?

Teddy: Thank you! There~ there~ Fufu, so cute.

Kuririn: Alright! That's enough! Hurry! Let's go eat! I'm hungry!

Mell: Ah! It's Mell-chan's favorite pancake ⁠♪ Looks so delicious ♡

Kuririn: There's also cookies! But the sunflower seeds are only reserved for me!

Mell: It sort of feels like a picnic ⁠♪ Don't you think so too, Bastien-kun!

Bastien: Yeah, you're right.

We spend a leisurely break time under the pleasant warmth of fall like that.

#aknk #akuneko #あくねこ #devil butler with black cat #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #aknkslations #akuneko translations #special halloween party

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sea-jello · 2 years ago

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BMC JUMPSCARE

#ive never drawn michael before and i’ve never done pixel art before so we’re doing both at once #well no i have tried to draw michael but it looked weird so i scrapped it #i didn’t bother to copy the patches pixel for pixel so i did whatever i wanted #also i don’t know what to put in the background so you get one solid color #monumental jellos first art for bmc #this is what ive been doing instead of my hw that’s overdue #i wonder how many days it takes for it to be a 0 #should i make a player 2 jeremy to match #bmc #be more chill #michael mell #bmc micheal mell #bmc michael #michael bmc #jellos scribbles

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siriusleee · 2 years ago

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adamantine chains | part 1

"Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus." "What does that mean?" "Love is rich with both honey and venom." "I suppose that is true." Or which in König finds you broken in the mountains. A retelling of Cupid and Psyche. König | Reader | 2k

tags: no tw for this chapter, eventual smut, eventual death, idk yet request a fic here | buy me a coffee so I don't have to work overtime and can write more a/n: reader is speaking Polish. Google translate helped a lot here.

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

You were broken and bleeding when you were found. It was supposed to be a routine hiking trip around the Hohe Tauern - something your fiance had done plenty of times before - one last trip before the wedding. But you had been off taking photographs of the mountainside when the storm blew through. You had tried keeping still, keeping yourself where you could be easily found, but the rocks beneath you had become difficult to walk on. A hundred-foot descent had found you in a crumpled pile thinking about how your father would cry for the first time in his life when he finally realized you would never be coming home, his only child - his only baby - lost to the Austrian countryside.

You had wished, prayed for the first time since you were a kid, for death to come quickly as the rain nearly drowned you. It was a miracle full of pain when you rolled yourself over to your side, your scream reverberating off the mountain, to keep the rain from pooling in your mouth.

When the wind picked you up, you knew you were dying then. You had to be - no such softness or warmth could have come from the mountain. The vague pressure of your camera strap against your chest kept you tethered to the mortal world, but that didn't stop you from trying to speak to the soft wind that had picked you up.

"Don't lose my camera."

Even to you - on the brink of death - your voice sounded terrible: full of gravel and glass.

"Sprich nicht. Sie werden in Ordnung sein."

"What?"

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You know you are dreaming - you haven't been home in years. Nevertheless, you don't question the warmth on your cheeks or the sweet scent of your grandfather's orange grove in the air. Your curl your bare toes in the dark loam and start running, the aisle of trees flitting past you. You have no idea why you were running - if you were running towards something or away, but something is calling you forward.

In the distance, you see your grandfather waving his hat at you, just like he did when you were a kid and he was calling you in for dinner. The urge to cry with happiness overtakes you, you haven't seen your grandfather in years, since he died when you were 15. You raise your hand, trying to wave at him, to catch his attention and let him know you're coming in when you hear him screaming for you.

"Turn around Moja miłość! Nie podchodź bliżej. You need to go home!"

His face comes into sharp focus, and you can see terror etched into the lines of his face; you've never seen him look like this. You try to slow yourself, but you can't. Your feet move of their own accord pushing you towards him. The sound of a wolf's howl cuts through the orchard.

The dark shadow of a clawed monster appears behind your grandfather. You try to scream for him, tell him to move, to turn around, to do something. But your face is forced into the same smile it's been wearing.

The monster pounces.

You awake to intense nausea. Your stomach rolls and on instinct you try to push yourself up. You dry heave before you can stop yourself, stomach acid burning your esophagus. A pair of warm hands are on your shoulders, pulling you back. You panic - the room spins, everything is in the wrong place, and everything smells wrong. The hands that hold you are too large to be your fiance's.

You can hear yourself, as if from a distance, screaming, fighting back whoever is holding you. It takes what must be an hour to realize you're yelling in Polish, probably the first time you've spoken it since your grandfather died, and the thought punches you in the gut, pulling up the image of his face from your dream.

"Zejdź ze mnie! Pozwól mi odejść! Pomoc!"

The hands let you go and you fall, hitting the ground sharply on your hands and knees. The pain brings the present into sharp focus. Beneath your hands is a stone floor, polished smooth by hundreds of feet. A pair of boots, larger than you've ever seen lay abandoned at the end of the bed. The musky scent of a man covers your clothes. With shaking hands you grab the shirt around you and realize that this isn't the shirt you had been wearing, it's not even a shirt of yours. It hangs down to your knees, more dress than shirt.

The sound of wood creaking and fabric on fabric catches your attention. You freeze, a mouse pinned beneath a cat's paw, as a shadow looms over you. Again hands larger than you've ever felt grasp you by your shoulders. You expect to be dashed to the ground, stomped on, and left there, but instead, one hand slides down to cup your elbow, helping you to stand.

"Are you alright, Taube?"

You turn to answer, to see who pulled you from the mountainside and freeze at the sight of him. He's larger than any man you've ever seen, a piece of the mountain broke off, a Baetylus brought to life. His face is covered in a mask, bleach stains running down like tears, and his eyes are ringed in black grease. A statue of Ares brought to life and hidden beneath a thin black mask, hiding the horrendous figure from the world. You think of your grandfather, screaming at you to turn around and go home. A sliver of ice slides through your belly, and you remember being a girl and your grandfather telling you about dreams and premonitions.

The man seems to realize the apprehension that fills you. He pulls his hands away, the warmth of him going with him, and steps away from you.

"Es tut mir Leid. I didn't mean to frighten you, but you need to get back in bed. You are still injured."

His voice is steady, his hands move behind his back in parade rest. You take a half step away from him when a woman's voice makes you jump.

"Was machst du, König? Lass sie in Ruhe. Du wirst sie zu Tode erschrecken."

The man cowers, stepping away from you. You turn to find an elderly woman in the doorway of the room, a large bowl in her hand.

"Entschuldigung, Oma. Sie hatte einen Albtraum und ich hatte Angst, dass sie aus dem Bett fallen würde."

"Bitte. Sie kommen jede Stunde hierher, um nach ihr zu sehen. Verlasse uns. Gehen."

You understand bits and pieces of their conversation, enough to know that the woman, his grandmother, is chastising him, but you can't make out why. The man nods at you, and leaves the room, stopping only to bend down to whisper something in his grandmother's ear before he leaves.

When he leaves, the grandmother points at the bed and barks out an order.

"Hinsetzen."

You follow her order, wincing at the pain in your chest when you do. She sets down the bowl on the side table and wipers her hands on her apron.

"Do you speak German?"

"No, I don't."

She hums at you, dipping her hands in the bowl to retrieve a white rag.

"Lift up the -" she drops her words, her fingers plucking the fabric of her own shirt. When you don't, she gives you a withering look.

"You are still hurt. You are bleeding all over the place."

With a start, you realize she's right. Blood drips from your elbow onto the stone floor beneath you. Painfully, you peel the shirt off, letting out an involuntary whine when you try to lift it above your shoulders.

The woman wipes you down like you're a child, refusing to let you have the rag. You watch as the water in the bowl slowly turns pink. You can feel the tell-tale itch of stitches on the back of your arm. You venture a look at yourself - the valleys of your skin are black and blue; you realize why your chest hurts so bad. You must have broken a rib or two in the fall.

"What is your name?" The woman asks, pulling a fresh roll of gauze from her apron pocket. You tell it to her, extending your arm so she can wrap it around the cut you opened.

"And what should I call you?" You ask softly; the hint of a smile plays on her lips.

"You can call me Oma."

"And him?"

The woman sighs; you can tell she's searching for the right things to say to you.

"Mein Enkel heißt König."

"König?"

"Ja."

When she finishes cleaning you up, she points to a pile of clothing on a wooden chair in the corner.

"Your clothes were destroyed in the accident. Those might fit you better than this," she says, throwing König's shirt over her shoulder.

"Get dressed and come eat. You've been sleeping for days."

When she leaves you, you take stock of the room you're in. It's small, but large enough for a king-sized bed and a chair, but barely. A small window with thick glass overlooks a green valley, the Hohe Tauern looms in the distance, and for the first time since waking, you remember your finance and the hiking party. Oma said you had been asleep for days, they should be looking for you for now. You need to find a way to contact them, or the embassy or someone that can let your father know you're still alive.

It takes an act of god to get dressed; you grit your teeth and push back the tears that threaten to overflow. You have to steady yourself against the windowsill and press your forehead onto the cold glass of the window to keep yourself from puking.

The stone floor is cold beneath your feet; you stumble out of the room and catch yourself on the doorway.

The main room is larger than the bedroom - large enough for a small living room and kitchen. With a sardonic chuckle, you realize you're in a semi-modernized mountain villa stuck halfway between 1560 and the present day. König shoots up from his spot at the scrubbed wood table.

"Brauchst du Hilfe? Do you need help?"

You shake your head at him, still too wary of letting him help you, of letting him touch you again.

You manage to cross the room, holding yourself up on the wall until you manage to sit down across from König, your arms wrapped around your ribcage in a vain attempt to keep yourself together at the seams.

König doesn't stand - he leaves the table and crosses the room in two strides until he's at the stove, a quaint woodfire thing that reminds you of something you'd see on television.

"Where are we?" You finally ask, the silence growing awkward. When König answers you, he doesn't look at you. Instead, he keeps his gaze affixed to the burbling pot on the stove.

"We are outside Rauris. I found you in the mountain, what were you doing there?"

König ladles what's in the pot into a bowl and slides it across the table to you, still refusing to meet your eyes. The smell of the soup, creamy and heavy, makes your stomach growl.

"I was hiking with my fiance; we're supposed to be married," you trail off, realizing you don't know what day it is and if your wedding was supposed to have passed already or not, "soon. This was a trip before we had our wedding. I need to find somewhere to try and contact him."

König clutches the crusty bread in his hand tight enough that it crumbles in his grip. With a sigh, he shakes the bread off in the sink before grabbing another piece to hand to you. He doesn't speak again until he settles down across from you, arms crossed tightly.

"Eat."

He barks it like a command, and you follow his order.

"I will take you to town tomorrow. It is Sunday today; tomorrow you can speak to the police about your fiance. But the storm was," he stumbles over his words for a moment, "schrecklich."

He doesn't need to say anything else. You scrape the bottom of the bowl with your spoon, stomach turning sour.

"Tomorrow."

#konig #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig imagine #konig fic #call of duty mwii #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #my fics #cod fanfic #cod x reader #könig #könig fluff #könig smut #call of duty #könig x oc #könig x y/n #König x reader

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garagepaperback · 6 months ago

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nothing and everything

“You need to stop moving so much.”

“It hurts,” Harry had moaned, felt the words reverberate on his tongue like a tuning fork, tasted them.

He said them mostly into the couch cushion - it was the one Draco insisted they get, gilded and shiny. Odd in the rest of the room. Without a shirt, the fabric scratched relentlessly at his belly, worse somehow when he lay still.

Harry couldn’t remember what it was this time - the monochromatic impression of a comet had been burned between his shoulder blades. Something from work, scorched and broad over his back. Draco straddled his legs, leaning forward, rubbing salve over the marks. And, that lemon scent. The moment smelled so cloying and bright Harry nearly had to close his eyes. Draco's hands moved very gently.

“It hurts because you’re moving,” Draco said, and Harry didn’t catch the dazed, soft tilt of his mouth for years.

Humiliatingly simple stuff. Oddly enough it was the primarily forgettable moments that Harry clawed his way back to the shore of, again and again and again.

Draco before work, taking an hour longer than necessary to do God knows what with his face, some whole routine for his hair. Finally relenting, he’d open the bathroom door from within a humid, heavenly-scented cloud. Easy, easy, he leaned his head against the wall, luminant and enthralled and enthralling. Slick half-smile. He didn’t even bother to get out of the way even though Harry had been standing there, fist walloping the door for three minutes solid.

“Sorry, did you knock?”

He was disorientingly a morning person - Draco practically woke up mid-conversation. It was a difficult volume to adjust to, worse without. With his eyes still closed he’d be a quarter way into an argument he’d prepared for himself, judge jury and executioner regarding the status of Harry's relationship to the washing up.

A lot of it was tucked into the youngest age of the day; sun-drenched, horizontal, eucalyptus sheets and pell-mell hair. Draco’s word.

He said higgledy-piggledy once, full seriousness, with a hand buried in the snarled black of Harry’s head. Harry made fun of him relentlessly. He was prissy about it at first, and a week later he laughed, and then the idiotic term sidled its way into both of their vocabularies, made a home. Harry said it sometimes without thinking - it’d slipped through his teeth walking into the whirlwind of Hermione’s office only a week ago.

He wondered if Draco still did, too.

for day 15 of @microficmay

#part one of two parts #microficmay2024 #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry

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midnight---express · 4 months ago

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Who with Who?

A Fun idea that I am so sad that no-one has taken advantage of is the idea that everyone genuinely can't tell who's dating who between Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki and Kaminari, the massive Bi-energy that emanates from that group is as thick as a thundercloud, and it doesn't help that they are all so comfortable with each other.

Like Denki will throw his arms around all of them, pell-mell, he vibes in Momo's room, Shouto discusses the meaning and intricates of lyrics with Kyouka (his conspiracy theorist brain would love picking them apart), Momo and Kyouka are almost joined at the hip most days chatting away, and Denki and Shoto are just vibing doing what ever crosses their mind (talking about Western heroes at the moment).

Like this group is so fun it's formed of two of the most sunshiny smiley people in the class with the two socially kinda awkward sarcasm duo.

It's such a fun crew and I love the fanon interactions, like we get plenty of all three of them with Momo.

But what does the dynamic between Kyouka and Shouto look like, I think it would be really funny if those two interacting is the complete opposite of what everyone expects, that being a sullen staring contest over coffee but no, it's these two dorks gushing about their interests and their SO's like you walk into the common room and you hear Shouto excitedly talking about the little jump, bounce and smile that Momo did when she saw him that morning, and Kyouka intently listening nodding furiously.

One stupid little headcanon I like is that both are so enamored by Thomas The Tank Engine, Shouto likes it as the expressions are super easy to read and Kyouka loves the soundtrack, since basicly no-one comes into his room they haven't realised that he's been building a model railway in there, and there are some suspiciously high-priced models in his collection.

Denki wanders in one evening as he can't sleep (weirdly a common fanon thing with him, must be all the extra electricity keeping him up) to see Shouto running his trains and they just sit and watch them like Ash and Kristofferson.

Okay we are working this out, who has string!

It's just fun that there are two sun's and they just pull around their moon's who are completely enamored by their smiles and are so obvious about it but then everyone else is going full Shouto mode and are grouped together in the common room with several balls of thread (Borrowed from Mezo) which have been spanned across it trying to work out how the hell this relationship works.

To top that whole bit all of the four walk into the spiders nest of Blue, Red, Purple and Yellow threads, holding hands (Yes in the order just mentioned) with befuddled faces, the rampant hushed shouting dials down, Mina is melting at the image presented.

"ahh, Polyonomy" Utters Fumikage in the most deadpan tone possible. (He knows that's not how the relationship is, as does Katsuki but both of them are doing this for shits and giggles and are really committed to the bit.)

They all hand Ochaco 1000 Yen in defeat (mock for two of them), Shouto is processing the walls of string with an impressed expression, Momo simply looks confused, Kyouka is red in the face, and Denki half explodes into a peels of laughter whilst pointing at Momo and Shouto, then back at himself and scream laughing again.

The Gods have descended.

Another stupid idea that I need to draw is simply the idea that Momo has accidentally taken on most of the Class Rep duties and now is spiraling mess trying not to cry and the other three latch onto this, with there now being the living embodiment of a thunderstorm inhabiting the inside of the classroom, the floor is vibrating, it smells like ozone and is muggy as hell, several people are standing in the doorway, Katsuki is halfway under his desk, Aizawa doesn't even want to try erasing one of them as Denki is being handed permissions slips and reading them (How is his Dyslexic ass doing that?) Kyouka is ordering people to sit down and Shouto is giving her a back massage (Very nice hands) the idea that those three teaming up can create the physical environment of the inside of a Thunderstorm is a terrifying prospect, Aizawa ain't questioning he's doing the roll less he get a live performance of Thunderstruck.

It's so funny that they three are some of the chilliest people in the class but then it's the full force of Wall Socket, Surround Sound and Thermometer turning into forces of nature when their bestie get's insulted or starts crying, I'm calling this dynamic the MomoMilitia.

Those three will fight god for their friend at 3am, they will win.

Thank you for coming to the inane ramblings.

#my hero academia #mha rambling #mha headcanons #momo yaoyorozu #shoto todoroki #denki kaminari #jirou kyouka #somehow Thomas is here #kamijiro #todorozu #todomomo #Fantastic Mr.Fox?#mina ashido #fumikage tokoyami #bakugou katsuki #aizawa shouta #ochako uraraka #MomoMilitia

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shira-cosmic-star · 5 months ago

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Hello! Mind if I send in a request? I'm not sure how familiar you are with Sanrio, but how about some headcanons for the Hotarubi boys + Alan, Luca, and Kaito with a reader that's like Wish Me Mell.

In case you don't know, Mell is a bit shy, a bit clumsy, but she's very kind, and her heart is always in the right place. She enjoys collecting stamps and writing letters. Mell is considered a bit disorganized and a scatterbrain, but despite that, she has a kind and loving heart for everyone

Hotarubi boys + Alan, Luca, and Kaito with a reader that's like Wish Me Mell.

(So sorry this took me a while, I wanted to make sure I got the character’s personality fully. So I did more research, because I wasn’t confident in myself 😅. I do hope you enjoy this💙)

Warning: spoilers on episode 5 + super long writing

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Haku:

When Haku first met MC. He noticed a few things about them. They were a bit shy and clumsy. So clumsy that when they first met and got off the train. MC accidentally tripped over their own feet and slammed right into Haku. They apologized profusely, Haku chuckled. He found it cute and adoring. As he got to know MC. He found more of this cute personality of their’s

•MC once came to Hotarubi to give him a document that had a mistake. When they got there, they have completely forgot why they were there. When they admitted that, Haku reminded them that they have told him about the documents. “Oh! Right, sorry hehe.” MC pulled out the documents and hand it over

•After Haku looked it over and signed it. He handed it back to MC. When MC was leaving…they accidentally tripped over nothing and fell. They were okay, but it worried Haku a bit.

•Haku always told MC to be careful. But he would also teasingly say. “Falling for me again?” Which caused MC to blush madly

•When MC comes over to relax and have some tea with Haku. They have gotten on a subject about working too hard and all. MC complimented him and told him that if he ever needed help. He could count on MC. This warmed Haku’s heart. He placed a hand on their head and thanked them.

•One time MC misplaced their phone somewhere and looked everywhere. Haku was walking in the halls and saw them on the floor in a classroom. He decided to help them. Only to find out that their phone was in their bag this entire time. MC felt embarrassed.

•Haku chuckles every time he’s around them. It’s never a dull moment with them.

Subaru:

MC was walking down the empty hall. When they almost accidentally ran into someone. “Oh! I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” MC stated while apologizing again. Subaru told them that it was okay. When they were going their separate ways. MC accidentally ran into a wall. While blushing madly, they laughed and speed down the hallway.

•Ever since that day, they have bumped into each frequently. Not actually run into each pre-say. Just seen each other on the opposite sides.

•They would smile and say hello to one another.

•Once MC started to work with Hotarubi. They felt relaxed that Haku and Subaru was in this dorm. Especially after what happened with the last dorm..

•Subaru would often invite MC for tea. Once MC held their cup and accidentally let it slipped. The tea was dumped all over their lap. They were embarrassed and apologized. Subaru didn’t mind the mess and asked them if they were okay.

•MC asked Subaru to meet them for lunch. They wanted to ask him something but completely forgot what to was. But Subaru sat next to her and enjoyed lunch with them anyways. After lunch MC then remembered and texted him. It was about tea.

•Subaru feels at easy when around MC. Didn’t have to force himself to be perfect. Though he’s still anxious, he feels that, he can make mistakes and that MC wouldn’t get mad or disappointed.

•Though let’s be honest, if MC freaks out during a case or missing something in their daily lives. This would make Subaru more anxious. So if MC’s calm, he’s calm. Haku has to help both of them

•Subaru also thinks that MC would be able to help his friend Lyca. Lyca has been through a lot and so maybe he’ll learn how to trust MC and maybe others.

•He uses this to learn more about MC. And MC uses them opportunity to know both of them

Zenji:

Zenji accidentally scared MC when they have first met. He wrote a note to warn them, but when they have woken up. He didn’t finish writing it. So it came off creepy and scary for them. But when MC was finally able to see and hear him. He was extremely excited. He would often speak to them with a lot of energy.

•”My sweet beautiful doll! I’m so glad you can see me!” The nickname he have given MC, made MC blushed. They smiled back and said, “it’s so nice to meet you” they spoke in a shy soft voice

•”Your voice is like a soft melody my dear.” This made have caused MC’s heart to race

•Zenji would often compliment them every time he sees them. They would smile and talked to him or listen to his music.

•MC actually likes the passion Zenji has when he composes his music or tells stories

•When MC accidentally hurt themselves, Zenji would freak out a little bit. A worrywart like him would rush to their side and ask them if they are okay

•After finding out what had happened to Zenji, MC wept for him. Such cruel fate for their dear friend. When Zenji saw tears swelled in their eyes. He soothes them. Telling them not to worry and that he is okay and still here. If MC ever needed to talk. They can come to him.

•Zenji adores MC even more after seeing MC cries for him. Not in a sadistic way, but as a, “they care about me” way. He deeply cherishes that. He cherishes them

Luca:

Luca, became more and more protective of MC when he started to spend more time with them. Noticing how clumsy and disorganized they were. Once they dropped their pencil on the floor. Bent down to pick it, came back up and hit their head.

•When walking to the cafeteria, MC tripped over their own footing and Luca caught them. MC thanked him

•MC accidentally forgot their notebook in class, they were freaking out when they couldn’t find it. Luckily Luca had it and gave it back to them. They were relieved. After they have dumped their entire bag on the table

•Luca would keep an eye on them when he’s around. Making sure they don’t accidentally hurt themselves or run into anything. He would grab their hand gentle to pull them aside, away from the wall, person, or any object they weren’t looking because they were daydreaming.

•He had continued to hold their hand until they have reached their destination. Kaito wasn’t happy

•Luca noticed how kind MC was. Especially when MC would calm Kaito down from his melt downs or panics.

•When Luca had gotten into a confrontation with Shu and Leo. It was MC that calmed him down a bit. MC had grabbed one of his hands and rubbed their thumb on the top of his hand. He looked over to MC and noticed a worry look. MC asked him if he was okay. He nodded and took a deep breathe. Though it didn’t last, it definitely helped

Kaito:

When Kaito first spoke to MC. He cried over how sweet they were. Calling them an angel that came to save him. This made MC blushed, shortly after they first time they’ve met. Kaito would fall for her more and more. How? This is how

•MC saw Kaito outside the cathedral. There were stairs and Mc almost fell down it. Kaito helped them by grabbing their hand to support them as the walked down.

•It scared Kaito at first, but he felt like a try gentleman or a knight!

•When in need of rescue, always count on Kaito! He definitely didn’t tell MC that out loud. He did

•There were times where MC showed their appreciation to Luca and Kaito. They would often by sweets or any snacks they knew where their favorites. Kaito would either cry or blush with excitement.

•He falls for them more and more until he hit the core of the earth.

•He would often try to impress MC. Which may or may not caused him to accidentally make a fool of himself. Even though that happens, MC would often encourage him to look on the bright side or encouraged him to keep trying.

•And so he does, so hopefully one day. They would be a couple.

Alan:

MC was extremely nervous about working with Vagastrom. Especially after the whole Sho vs Luca fight. It didn’t help how mean Leo was to them. Alan did however make things a little easier. Then Sho did, but never Leo. So when MC came over. They felt comfortable when Sho and/Alan was there.

•When on the case, Alan made sure to tell them not to enhance his stigma. He was terrified of hurting them. He would put enough space between them.

•While on top of the cliff, MC fell and Alan quickly saved them. He asked them if they were okay. They thanked him over and over again. He wasn’t used to being thanked.

•It warmed his heart, but went back to focus on the case.

•MC told him that they were clumsy and often accidentally hurt themselves so. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

•This caused Alan to make sure to keep an eye on them. Incase they accidentally get hurt again. He doesn’t mind it though. MC however felt like they were hold everyone back.

•Alan in his own words reassures them that they are doing plenty to help.

•When MC waited outside with Sho. Alan couldn’t stop thinking about their safety. It made him incredibly uncomfortable. Anxious really. When MC screamed and then Sho. He rushed to saved them.

•After he saves them, MC was grateful and smiled gently as they take his hand.

•A sweet gentle smile, from a shy and kind person. Even though they went through a hellish situation. They were still able to smile. That is called strength. He liked that and told them that. In his own words

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This was a lot, sorry that it was so long. Tell me what you think. What’s your favorite one, what you didn’t like or maybe something I can improve on? Was it romantic enough or not enough. Im curious to hear your guys thoughts! Have a great day! 💙

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