#and I could hear the birds and felt peaceful for awhile

[floral-hex]

Got a month’s prescription of klonopin. Wish I could find out how other people are affected by it, but all I find are posts about getting fucked up. I mean, I guess good for y’all, but not very helpful for me 🤷🏻‍♂️

[romanoffsbish]

A Whiskey Lullaby (A Cruel Life)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Heavily Inspired by:

Warnings: Neglect (All Kinds) | Alcoholic Nat | Sick R | Death (Romeo & Juliet, but make it sapphic - Cancer / Suicide) | NonCannon IW/EG Allusions | Happy Ending (all Things Considered) | WC: 1,604

You were tired. You always were now that you knew you were dying. The doctor said at least a year but they were too enthused; lying to you, because it was only two months since then and you knew very well that the day you die is here.

And now — You wanted to talk to your wife, to get to maybe share one more dance beneath the stars but she wasn't available. She hadn't been for awhile, before you stopped running from your fate. The drinking started a month before, the lying and constant evasion came next. Natasha was mad at you, and you were dying. Dying to know why, dying to hear her say I love you one last time, but, she was dying to strangle you, to take you before the cancer.

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Dying to know why, and as she laid on the couch with a puddle of beer staining the carpet you told her, "There's never a right time to say goodbye my dear, and I hope you'll forgive me in due time for leaving you this way." Forgive you for what? She'll never know because she was too drunk to hear you verbalize what she already knew was in your heart (and lungs).

Cancer took you and the world mourned first.

Natasha woke up to the deafening silence. Not even the birds were singing. The dead leaves not falling, and you weren't answering her pleas. Natasha crumbled to her knees beside the bed. Her guilt laced grief rattling through the cracks in the walls she'd recklessly built.

The bright leaves fell then. As did your limp hand from hers when she felt the chilled skin.

The redhead stumbled from your room and sent Yelena a text, "Izvini." (Sorry). Then she returned with a poisoned bottle of whiskey.

Natasha failed to love you like she solemnly promised (vowed). She let grief consume her. The waste of time drinking started the moment that she knew you were leaving her behind. It wasn't the actuality—the cruel world taking you—nope, it was you, breaking a sacred promise.

To stay with her til the end, hers; not yours.

How could you take her lifeline away? Then actually expect her to breathe right some day?

Natasha wouldn't give you that satisfaction.

You neglected yourself for the sake of her for years. Not complaining of pain when she was met with financial problems after Tony died and his estate froze the Avengers funds until they could unveil his final will and testament.

During the blip she was running out of money every time she thought she stood a chance at bringing you back; you, who was already sick.

A daughter lost her father, a wife her husband. Millions were brought back from extinction, surely it counted for something, but what did all of the sacrifice mean if she lost you too?

Her mind plays a loop of every time you'd coughed while you were on the run with her. Never near a hospital long enough to tell her that something was wrong, because you would never risk losing her to Ross as you got cured.

She would have turned herself in to Tony for him to swear to it you were covered. The man loved you enough to put differences aside, and Ross wasn't stupid enough to let you die.

Natasha would have survived because she would have gotten you back eventually. She was well known for her ability to make herself disappear and return when the time is right.

Timing was always tough for you two. Like when you missed the first date because you saw someone in need and tended to them instead.

You felt peace for a glorious few seconds.

Then once you realized you blew the redhead off you ran around the city on a mission. It started with you getting wine, then a pizza and ended with you pleading with the owner of the flower shop to unlock the door, and then once more pleading with a fist at Nat's front door.

You knocked, and knocked until she opened. You handed her the smushed up tulips in a rash wave of anxiety and she spluttered the petals from her lips and stared at you blankly. Green eyes holding a grudge against her perfect match, a foolish wager to take a chance on.

Natasha's anger nearly blew it, but you beat her with your rushed words: "I'm sorry for missing our date Natasha. I love pasta, and you too."

Natasha's eyes widened and you shrugged with a playful smile. "Surprise if you didn't already know! It was unrequited love in the start babe," you reminded her and she pouted. You flashed her an even dreamier smile, "But it worked out in the end," and teased her with a smug wink.

"It did, didn't it?" Natasha smiled and planned to kiss you breathless, to seal the deal of your hearts greatest desires. Then you ruined it.

Well, at least partially... Halting her game.

"I don't actually apologize though, because I couldn't leave that little boy crying beneath the dimmed streetlights of a ruthless city. He clung to me before I even saw him, so I put on my hero cap and helped him to find his mother."

Natasha's dagger eyes twisted into hearts.

"After four blocks of searching I heard her calling for Dylan, the little stinker lifted his head and cried. His mother was on me in an instant and only refrained from punching me when she saw I was an Avenger. If it were me I still would've swung. But she didn't. Only took a photo then thanked me in a rush to fame."

Natasha watched you in amusement as your face revealed your thoughts first, you scoffed humorously at that, it was just peculiar to you because: "If you share that story, all you are saying is 'I'm the mom who lost sight of my toddler in the streets of a devious New York.'"

You went to catch your breath, but the redhead needed you to stop blabbing, so she pulled you into a kiss that took your next to last breath.

Then she had to go and silence you to never have to face the ramifications of the true last breath. It left your lips while she slept in torment, her dreams were always cruel now.

As she took the last sip she sighed, because at this time she'd be escaping the wake up call.

Natasha shed a relieved tear, her dulled eyes closed and the empty bottle in her hand slipped onto the ground and shattered. The birds cried and the trees stood barren. The sun that just rose eventually set. Your lifeless bodies connected like lovers unlike they'd been prior.

That doomed night, the angels and birds sang in a practiced symphony; a whiskey lullaby.

The world lost two more heroes in the aftermath. Everyone mourned, Yelena buried you both beneath the willows, and cried as she yelled at you two for being so selfish. Laura clung to the blonde because now she was down a husband and sisters, by blood and marriage.

Yelena gave into the reality that this was all the family she had left. Losing the same sisters left them bonded now, in a morbidly unfair way.

It was frivolous really, to grieve the loss instead of celebrate the conquered life. They cry out; but to a void, neither of you could hear the mourning; eternally booked and busy.

Too busy rejoicing in your afterlives together.

Natasha got a second chance at loving you.

She'd found you in a field, out of breath from all the racing to get to you, but also because you were glowing brighter than ever before. Wearing a vivacious smile and looking pretty.

Much like when she found you earth-side she crumbed to her knees, sobbing. But this time her tears were a mix of bitter joy. You quickly shushed her though, and pulled her to her feet and right into a deep, meaningful kiss. It was free of sin, but the deviants would get off to it in a porno because they'd feel the authenticity.

The love was palpable and renewed. She cried into your mouth but you continued smiling.

"I'm sorry," Natasha whispered into the warm skin of your neck. Not like blood pumping beneath skin, but more so a sensational bliss. "I ruined our happy ever after moya lyubov'."

"Don't be sorry Natasha," you refuted her while spinning her around by your grip on her hips. Forcing her to see the dreams you shared in front of her. Day flashed to night and you spun her around beneath the light of the moon.

When you finally stopped spinning her she fell into your arms in a graceless way she detested. Her brows furrowed once again but you kissed her lips and devilishly distracted her mind. Pulling away you gasped, then smiled so soft that she finally deemed this moment reality.

You were her angel always, but you were finally free of the cruel restraints of a limited world. Natasha jumped and you caught her, she wrapped her arms around your neck, her legs mirroring them around your waist. You pecked her lips then said: "We lived that life full of regrets, always forgiving, but unable to forget. Let's save the now for absolution, we're free."

"In paradise baby," Natasha cheered and the sun set. Then it rose without conditions, and you lived out your dreams with your lover.

Eternity was kind to you, oh the places your love could've gone if only life had been too.

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Heartbreaking Angst | Not Even a Happy Life so Why Would the End be Any Different? | Exactly | Just Kidding Babe | The end is for making amends 💕

[stevesbipanic]

Before Steve could even open his eyes, he could feel the soft breeze brush his cheek. The soft grass beneath him cushioned his back as he took a deep breath of fresh air. He almost didn't want to open his eyes, it was so peaceful just laying here, calm, comforting.

When he did finally open his eyes again he blinked up at a bright blue sky above him, he could see the branches of the trees swaying in the wind. The woods were so quiet that he could hear birds chirping in the distance.

It was perfect, well, almost.

"There you are dingus! What're you doing laying on the ground?"

"Just enjoying a moment of peace before you got here, Robbie."

Robin face was bright as she laughed, her hand reaching down to pull him up. Now standing, Steve wrapped her in a tight hug which she returned wholeheartedly.

"I remember when these woods were a lot scarier."

"Don't worry, Steve, no more monsters."

"Yeah, no more monsters. Hey, is he here?"

His question was answered by another pair of arms wrapping around his middle.

"Stevie! Birdie here has been soooo annoying."

"Oi! I'm a joy to be around!"

Steve giggled watching his old friends bicker, it felt like coming home. Eddie grabbed their hands and lead them through the clearing out to the edge of the woods. The three of them sitting down and watching the sun slowly slip behind the horizon.

"Did you watch them while I was gone, Stevie?"

"Everyday, Eds. Knew you would hate it if I didn't say hello."

Eddie smiled softly wrapping his arm around Steve's shoulder while Robin rested her head on his other side.

"Do you think Nance is watching them now?"

"Course she is, Robs, wouldn't miss it."

"How long do you think we'll be waiting for her then?"

"Oh knowing our Nancy it'll be awhile."

"Well, we've waited this long, plus there's so much to show you, Stevie."

"Can't wait, we've got eternity to see it all."

"Yeah, yeah we do."

Steve closed his eyes again as darkness finally fell upon the forest, finally, no more monsters.

[0mystic]

Toxic Werwolf Ex.Bf X Gn. Reader

Decided to get back into writing but more into stuff that I’m into because I think im like maybe semi decent… idk you guys tell me

Tw: Toxic relationships, Blood mention, Nsfw mention, Drinking, slight yandere themes.? Think that’s about it

You had been broken up with your ex for awhile. It wasn’t a shocker to most he treated you like trash and and made it his goal to bully you in front of his pack mates at all time, that paired with the fact that anyone around you could see you were unhappy with the relationship people were just counting down the days till you guys broke up.

Which lead you to where you were right now wearing your skimpiest outfit your friends could shove you into and sitting at this bad with your friends. Don’t get it wrong you were all for the free drinks this cute harpy was providing you with but it just didn’t feel the same. With a bit more encouragement from your friends you find your grinding up against him in a secluded corner.

You were laughing a bit your body feeling light with the alcohol in your system. You turn to face him your arms draping over his shoulder feeling his hands roam over the nice landscape of your ass. Feeling a bit more confident you let go and decide to have some fun you deserve that much at least. You mange your pull his head down placing a soft kiss on his lips. He smiles a bit before diving back into the kiss.

Maybe you were absorbed in the kiss or maybe it was the alcohol but you didn’t hear the step until he was behind you. You jump at the sudden feeling of a hand on you wrists a hand you know all to well. You turn not at all surprised to see your Ex looking as pissed as ever. The smell of alcohol came of him in waves; you scrunched your nose a bit attempting ti pull your arm back.

“Well looked what we have here, should have known a slut like you would take the first chance available to whore yourself out” he leered looking down at you through clenched teeth. You looked to him more specifically his canines looking just as sharp as ever, you could almost feel a phantom pain on your neck just looking at them.

The harpy standing behind you decided to finally intervene with a a leisurely tone he spoke “woah hey man, let’s not call people names now” he reached over and attempted to remove his hand from you only for a deep snarl to be released from your Ex’s throat. “Shut it bird brain this has nothing to do with you why don’t I go give you something shiny and you go fuck off” he growled squeezing his hand around you tighter his nails breaking into your skin a bit.

You let out a whimper as you move to squirm out of his grasp only for him to let out a warning growl. Refocusing in you. “Why don’t you just fucking come back already, you had your fun already whatever stupid shit you’re upset over right now I’m sorry now let’s go” he spoke in a low tone. “I’m done with you, you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for” you seethed wrenching your arm out of his grasp and cradling it towards your chest.

“You heard them knot head why don’t you just go chase a ball or better yet your tail” the harpy mocked pulling you closer to them as they went to inspect your wound muttering out soft words as the use feather light touches to check. You stand there almost in a peaceful state at care the harpy was showing you completely forgetting about the werewolf.

Until he lounged at the the harpy, pouncing and and holding down the male as he thrashed around trying to get the upper hand. All while your your Ex smiled in an almost sadistic way feeling the way the harpy blood cover his hands. Once he felt as though he had his fill he stood up turning towards you with a glint in his eye.

“Oh cmon don’t tell me your scared” he spoke as you backed up a bit looking up to him in fear. “You were speaking in such a righteous manner just a second ago where’d that go” he smirked look down at you. “Poor poor little mate I’ll excuse you this time maybe you just don’t know your place yet” he quickly threw your frozen form over his shoulder placing a quick seat over your ass as he walked out the bar.

“Don’t worry we have all night for you ti get just where your place is”

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How was that I literally haven’t like written written in what feels like ages so this was fun. I have tons of thoughts so I would be open to doing more of this they all need names though I do have some appearance ideas for both of them though and ummm yah that’s all I guess toon in for more ^^

[blueeyedskysblog]

What a shame, what a waste of a weekend night,

All alone here, you're so far out of sight,

Distantly calling out my name,

Come to me darling, what a shame.

Two peas in a pod, birds of a feather,

What a shame that we just can't be together,

Shadowed love, seeing twinkles in your eyes,

Hold me so close, hold me tight.

Dancing in the dark, lonely stares from the eyes,

Softly spoken whispers of a treacherous goodbye,

Then a crash, what a shame for my mask to fall,

Sorrow dances, splendidly, slipping out to the hall,

So elegant and beautiful, all it takes is one touch,

Can we keep on dancing? Will it ever be enough?

Can you feel the rhythm? Can you feel my soul?

Heart beats faster, but where can we go?

Sorrow sees the tears I leave, holding me so close,

I see the pain, I know it hurts you to see me so,

Please don't blame me for how sorrow moves,

You cant help me, they know all my roots,

You're in the way, I don't want anymore goodbyes,

Sorrow is sporadic, creeping through our lives,

Tug of war, back and forth, ripping at the seams,

I promise to visit, you'll see me in your dreams,

Sorrows dance goes on and on, a never ending show,

I hear your warnings, pleadings, please don't go,

Your voice is angelic, I feel it deeper in my mind,

Please say you need me, is it already that time?

I wish this wasn't who I am, it's not who I want to be,

Locked in a cage, and it's filling, as far as I can see,

You wipe away my tears, please take me by the hand,

You keep on talking, I think you finally understand,

Gifts of peace, jealousy of a once happy life,

Gripping tighter, it's in the air tonight,

I can feel your heart again and again with me

Please, oh God, please, just set me free,

I feel your breath, your fingers trace my skin,

Compliments and pleasantries begging to come in,

Your comfort and sorrows chaos all at war,

I don't want this, always begging you for more,

Words crash to the ground like bullets from the sky,

You really think you can save me? Who better than I?

Reassurance, laughs and a soft hearted smile,

This war is going on forever, we only have awhile,

Sorrow pulls the strings of my quartet,

You cut them down, covered in a cold sweat,

Can we really win this? Can we really leave?

I want to escape, I know where we can be,

Thank you for the assistance, thank you for the help,

I said no more goodbyes hun, you know the pain I felt,

I see it creeping into you, I see it just the same,

So we flip the coin of you and I, damn, what a shame.

Once a beautiful smile, now gritted in the depths,

Is this really how I sounded? Peace after death?

Please just listen to me, please just come back,

I know all of sorrows moves, collecting their plaques,

You don't have to take this burden, not all alone,

I know the pain I've caused, I know what I've shown,

If I could take it back I would, regret is the worst,

Reach out to me, anyone, we know you're not the first,

Can you feel me with you? Can you hear my voice?

What did sorrow tell you? I know it's not your choice,

The void is darkness and misery all entwined,

Prayers and hope for anything, the stars aligned,

It starts small, but I can see it, eating at your flesh,

Please stay with me, please don't go to rest,

I know I'm being selfish, I can see all the signs

The pain we all cause, human nature's not divine,

I can cut the ropes, I can bring you out,

Take the first step, I'll build a bride, lose the doubt,

Come to me darling, what a shame,

Distantly calling out your name,

Two peas in a pod, birds of a feather,

What a shame that we just can't be together,

Shadowed love, seeing twinkles in my eyes,

Hold you so close, hold you tight.

I see the haze around us, don't know if we can stay,

Carry our war with us, couldn't have it any other way,

Leaning for support, lovingly goes on the name,

We won't slip, or back track, Sorrow lost this game.

[skylarsblue]

Can I request a reader Who IS deaf or blind and she have just met Bo by stopping accidently by Ambrose?

Im curious what kind of relationship would have those two and how It would develops.

~Regards

(I’m gonna be using Y/N despite my hatred for it, it’s just easier to fit into my writing style. Also, I kinda got wrapped up in this, I hope it’s alright still.)

Content Warning: Discussion of murder and asking for a fanbelt during a funeral.

Y/N tapped the cane on the dirt road she walked on. “Of course they left me. Bunch of...mmph.” She stopped herself from cursing as she felt the ground with the cane. Her cousin had essentially been forced to bring her with a group of friends, her cousins’ mother insisting on such. Margret, Y/N’s cousin, was always a bit annoyed by her presence, especially after Y/N had come to live with them. To put it bluntly, Margret treated her like a burden, the entire group did. Y/N said nothing about it. It wouldn’t have helped. They’d stopped off the side of the road when the sun was going down. Camping out seemed like a good idea, that was, until Y/N woke up. She had a new message on her Nokia, her cousin saying they had to find a town, but they didn’t want to wake her up. The text to speech describing a smiley face was more mocking than anything. So, she was left walking down a dirt road in the hot Louisiana sun, with only her dress, phone, and cane.

Y/N stopped when she felt her cane slide off rocks and she heard the sound of water. She lifted the cane up and tapped around a bit more. In the water was a stone, she lifted her sundress skirt and attempted to step on it. She felt around again, sighing when she managed to find another stone. The young woman took things slow in order to avoid slipping. She did a little jump once she felt the road again, mentally patting herself on the back for not getting her shoes wet. Y/N continued walking. On the bright side, wherever she was, it sounded rather peaceful. Clearly surrounded by trees, birds made sound and she could hear the hum of bugs in the heat, rustling of leaves in the slight breeze. It was a lot nicer to hear than the loud laughter of people who wanted nothing to do with her. While Margret was somewhat subtle with her discomfort with Y/N, her friends weren’t. They’d mutter and whisper little jokes and insults while she was near by. As if she couldn’t hear them. It wasn’t uncommon to Y/N, unfortunately. Typically, what she got was either pity or softly spoken insults. People would either snicker off to the side or talk to her like she was a frightened rabbit.

Being visually impaired wasn’t great, sure. It made a lot of things difficult, admittedly. Especially since the world wasn’t necessarily catered to the disabled. Finding things with braille writing was hard and having to find things based on textiles or audible sounds could prove difficult in certain situations. However, Y/N managed fine. She could handle herself fairly well, only struggling every once & awhile. So when people spoke to her like she was something fragile and easily frightened, it bothered her. But she tended to hold her tongue. She didn’t want to rock a boat when it wouldn’t fix anything, it was easier to brush it off most times.

The woman felt the ground begin to smooth out slightly. She could determine it was no longer dirt road and more like pavement now, old pavement though. She tapped a bit on the ground before she gasped at the feeling of something cold hitting the exposed part of her leg. She tilted her head down, listening for a give away. A jingle of metal and the light tap of claws. “Hello?” Then the sound of sniffing, the feeling of a lick to her hand. “Oh…oh hello, goodness you scared me. Who might you be.” She spoke softly, smiling a bit as she attempted to pet the animal. It allowed her too, leaning into her palm. Short but soft fur, floppy ears. There were specific dips in the face and the muzzle was a dead give away. “Oh I know this face. You’re a pit bull, huh? You a cute little doggie, hm?” Y/N’s voice picked up a little in pitch. She could hear the dog get more excited as it pressed its nose to the back of her hand.

Y/N crouched down and felt for the collar. She traced her fingers to the tags. “Okay….that’s a J. O. M? No, no that’s an N, S, E, annnd a Y. Jonesy? Is that your name, honey?” She laughed when the dog let out a low trill, something that could be confused for a growl. “Well that’s a lovely name. Say, could you lead me a little? I’ve never been here.” Y/N doubted the dog could really understand her, but she could use the jingle of the dog tags to lead her a little. It would help at least a little. So, when the dog walked forward, she followed, using her cane to keep track of the ground. Though she couldn’t see any of it, Y/N had entered a town, a small one. Charming, likely built to only hold a couple hundred people. There was the faint sound of church music, and as she moved closer, she heard the chatter of people. However, it made her frown when she could pick out her cousin’s boyfriend. Having no sight made a lot of her other senses more intense, her hearing being the main one she relied on. So, even though she was probably a few yard away still, she could hear what they said. Comforted by the presence of her new puppy friend.

“Look man, we really didn’t mean to interrupt, we didn’t know there was a funeral going on.” The young man said. Margret’s best friend, Destiny gasped quietly. “Guys, Margret’s cousin’s here.” She whispered quickly. “How the fuck did she manage- okay. Just, shh, be quiet.” Margret muttered back.

Y/N sighed to herself and stopped a few feet away. Margret’s boyfriend, William, cleared his throat awkwardly. “Basically, we found out we need something in our engine and our fan belt broke.” He said. Y/N frowned and rested both her hands on the end of the cane. “A fanbelt? Seriously? You interrupt a funeral for a fuckin’ fanbelt?” A new voice, masculine with a thick southern accent hit Y/N’s ears. It was pleasing but she could hear his frustration, understandable. She’d be pissed too if someone cut into a funeral because they needed something that could’ve waited. “We really didn’t mean too. We just…wanted to get it quickly, so we wouldn’t be leaving my cousin for too long.” Margret motioned awkwardly to the woman dressed in a sundress, a black & white dog at her side. “You see, she’s blind, and we didn’t want her to-“

“I’m blind and I waltzed my way down a dirt road for miles because you all left me. And I’m fine. For the sake of not making yourself look worse, don’t try and explain why you had a reason for interrupting a funeral.” Y/N sighed tiredly. “Sir, uh, wherever you are. I apologize for the intrusion they made. Please, by all means, take your time in the church. It’s important. More so than a fan belt.” She explained to the stranger patiently, hearing them sigh. “Don’ worry bout it. I’ll finish up here and I’ll meet y’all by the station.” He said. The group of young adults muttered awkward thank yous and apologies as the stranger walked back to the church. Y/N could feel eyes on her after the church door closed again. “We were gonna come back.” Destiny spoke. “Mhm.” Y/N replied lazily. “Let’s just go to the station and wait for the dude. If we piss him off he’ll probably rack up the bill a shit ton.” William replied. Y/N listened for the direction of their steps before she followed. She smiled to herself when she read the jingle of Jonesy’s dog tag. Glad the pup was still following her.

When the group was at the station, Y/N felt around and felt the gasp pumps. She sat down beside them in the shade. She could hear Margret, Destiny, William, and the other two college kids speak to each other around the station. She frowned when the sound of a bell gave away the fact one of them opened the station door. Going in without permission from the owner. Y/N felt Jonesy’s head rest in her lap, she stroked the dog’s ears gently. “These kids have no idea what manners are.” She whispered to the dog. It was about thirty minutes around waiting, much to the dismay of the group. Aaron & Dustin, the other two, had decided to break off and explore while the other three waited for the stranger to come back. Eventually, Destiny decided to follow them. Going to look at some ‘House of Wax’ that was supposed to be a tourist trap. Y/N remained quiet as Margret & William complained and flirted with each other, petting Jonesy in quiet. She managed to find peace in the sound of the breeze, the small snorts from the dog in her lap, and the continuous hum of cicadas. Despite the occasional snide comment William made at her expense. Even if it weren’t for that, Y/N would still call him an asshole, a jock type that peaked in high school, a cliché really.

“I see you found my dog.”

Y/N’s head tipped up at the sound of the stranger’s voice. That southern drawl causing a stutter in her heartbeat, more than she’d like to admit. “Oh, are they yours? They found me on the edge of the town. Felt the tag, I like the name Jonesy. It’s cute. They’re a pitbull, aren’t they?” She asked. The man chuckled. She hummed when he didn’t speak. “If you’re nodding, I can’t tell.” She said with a small smile. “Oh, uh, right. Yeah she’s a pit.” The woman chuckled under her breath at his stutter in confidence. “Don’t worry, people tend to nod as an answer on reflex, they don’t really think about it.” She heard him hum and step closer, then the shuffle of fabric. Probably crouching down to get closer to her. Y/N tended to speak softly with a bad habit of mumbling, he probably got closer to hear you better. “What’s your name, doll?” The pet name nearly made her squeak in surprise. She smiled instead and told him. “What’s yours?” “‘M Bo. Don’t ask what it’s short for, I won’t tell ya.” His response made her laugh again.

“Nice to meet you, Bo. I apologize again for the intrusion. My cousin Margret & her friends aren’t necessarily…considerate.” Y/N sighed. Bo adjusted his hat. “I picked up on that.” He replied. “Mind if I ask what they meant? Needin’ to get back to ya?” He watched her scoff and roll her irises. They were different, beautiful but fogged over. It was hard not to stare at them in fascination, though he was doing that with her entire face.

“Margret’s mother forced her to take me. They think I spend too much time in the house. I like being at home, cleaning & cooking in a familiar environment. Margret’s never necessarily liked me. She tries to keep it subtle but she fails miserably. Basically, I’m annoying. I’m a burden because I occasionally need someone to warn me about something in front of me so I don’t smack into it. Her friends don’t like me either. William’s the most blunt. This entire trip they’ve been whispering and gossiping about the fact I can’t see. I’m used to it, even if it’s upsetting.” Y/N took a breath before clearing her throat. “Anyway. We stopped to camp out because it was getting dark, when I woke up, they were gone. Margret at least had the courtesy to send me a message but that didn’t make me feel much better. So, I just started walking. Managed to find this place by chance.”

Bo’s brow furrowed. “They left ya because you’re blind?” He asked. Y/N shrugged. “Basically. I’m a burden to everyone because I need help every now and then, basically. It’s sooo fun.” She snorted. “I’m used to it. It’s more annoying than anything else.” Bo huffed. “I would be pissed off if I were you. Buncha asshole kids, if ya ask me. Where’s the rest of ‘em?” He asked. “Went snooping. Margret & William are in your station, because they’ve never heard of waiting. I overheard a little, apparent a guy gave them a tow and set their car into your garage. They said something about him being a “freak roadkill collector”. Which, again, assholes! Roadkill drivers are kinda necessary to keep deer bodies from blocking traffic.”

Bo quirked a bit of a smile. It was nice to hear someone refer to his brother, even if unknowingly, with some kindness. “Got’cha. Here, why don’t’cha come inside while I take a look, hm?” Y/N smiled softly. “That’d be nice. Uhm, mind helping me up? I don’t want to smack into something in front to a handsome stranger.” She grinned slyly. Bo snickered and stood up. He took her outstretched hand and Jonesy moved on que. He watched her set her cane in place. “Hm. Soft hands for a working man, you moisturize. Good man, a definite green flag.” Her comments managed to make him laugh, genuine oddly enough. It wasn’t easy to get that out of him. “I’ll keep that in mind. C’mon, let’s get you in the air conditioning.”

Y/N waited in the shop as Margret & William listened to Bo’s words. The occasional clang and clicking of him looking at the car parts. “New fan belt, your oil needs changed, you need coolant. That’s just three things I see from under the hood. When’s the last time you took your car in?” Bo asked the young man. William crossed his arms. “I know about cars.” He said. Bo rose an eyebrow and wiped his hands on a stained rag. “Not what I asked, bud. But whatever. I’ll fix those things, it’ll run you bout 100$ even, assumin’ nothin’ else needs to be done.” He said. Margret winced and placed her hand on William’s shoulder. “Ugh, fine. Just fix it.” Bo shrugged and turned, he heard the two young adults whisper to each other. He glanced at them, seeing them turned away from him.

“Just let him do it so we can leave. This town gives me the creeps.” Margret huffed. “I don’t need some redneck dumbass telling me how my car works.” William replied. Bo clenched his jaw, taking a glance at Y/N, seeing her frown. “You kids waltzed into a town and interrupted a church service, and this man is nice enough to still fix your car for a fair price, and you wanna insult him? Honey, get the city skyscraper outta your ass and be grateful. We’re in the South, he could’ve shot you in your city boy face by now.” The woman retorted.

Bo bit the inside of his cheek to fight the urge to grin. As much as he hated to admit it, this woman was funny. William grumbled something in response. “You can’t talk to my boyfriend like that!” Margret exclaimed. Bo watched it unfold. Y/N huffed and rolled her eyes again, he found it a bit funny she managed to put so much sass into two organs that didn’t even work. “I really don’t care.” She admitted. “You’re lucky we even brought you, Y/N. You could be stumbling around at home alone, smacking into things if it weren’t for us.”

Y/N laughed for a moment. “Margret, I’m blind, not incompetent. I can handle myself just fine. Cut your pity-bullshit, I don’t need it. Both of you, check your manners for gods sake. Is it just your age that makes you feel entitled to be little dickheads? Let Bo fix your car, if he even wants to at this point, so we can leave and let him do what he needs to do. At this point you’ve made this more trouble than it’s worth.” She scolded. She wasn’t that much older than them. The group ranged from twenty up to twenty three. Y/N rester at twenty eight, and for some reason that seemed to make a world of difference. Bo’s steps alerted them to him getting closer. “I can have it done in ‘bout an hour. You’re welcome to look ‘round while I work.” He explained. Y/N sighed as Margret & William agreed to leave the station, she followed, assuming the man wanted to be alone, understandably.

“Not you, dollface.” Bo’s voice made her stop. She turned to face him, a small smile gracing her face. “You want me to stay?” She asked with a head tilt. “Not everyday you get pretty and funny company in a ghost town.” The southerner said, she could hear his smug grin in his voice. She laughed quietly and stepped away from the door. “Mr. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re flirting with me.” Y/N replied. She stopped when she felt him in front of her, tilting her chin up confidently. “Depends, is it workin’?” She snorted. “Maybe a little.” Bo chuckled at her response. Internally, he cursed himself for enjoying it so much, her interactions with him were far more genuine than any usual tourist. This had happened a few times in the past, but certainly not to this extent.

She waited in the doorway while he worked on the car. They spoke about random subjects, ranging from music taste to hobbies. Flirting occasionally and casually. Admittedly, it helped Y/N’s confidence. And then somehow, the conversation dipped into personals. She learned Bo had two brothers, one being a wax sculptor and the other being the roadkill driver that towed the car there. She learned that Vincent, one of his brothers, was his twin. In return, Y/N told her about her family, how she came to stay with her cousin instead of on her own. Main reason being jobs weren’t easy to come by in her town. Bo looked at her and hummed curiously. “If ya don‘t mind me askin’, did you transition into being blind, or was it just…always a thing? Don’t answer if it’s personal.”

“Nah, I get asked that a lot. I love the way you worded it though, lot nicer than others. I wasn’t born blind, no. But my vision started going when I was pretty young. I was full blind by the time I was twelve, since I’m twenty-eight now, it’s been awhile. It was tougher back then than it is now, for sure. I manage fine now. It’s a bit of a struggle with certain things. I’m not allowed to drive, gotta walk everywhere. Gotta act like a bat to get around places that are unfamiliar. When people leave shit in the middle of the floor I’m more likely to trip than your average joe.” She snickered, leaning on the wall behind her. “My hearing and hands do me justice though.”

Bo hummed as he wiped his hands. He wasn’t fixing the car, unbeknownst to her. Rather stripping the smaller parts that he could manage to grab. “How’d ya manage to figure out Jonesy was a pitbull?” He asked. “Easy, pitties have a distinct face shape. And I came accustomed to that face shape easily. When I was younger, when I could still see, we had a pitbull. Even back then I would always rub his face. Pitties love face rubs. Humans? Not so much.” She chuckled. Bo hummed and walked a bit closer to her, shoving the hand towel into his pocket. “That’s right, you gotta feel someone’s face to get an idea of what they look like, huh? …why’d you call me handsome if ya can’t see me?” The brunet questioned. The woman shrugged. “Can just tell. Handsomeness doesn’t come down to faces for me, but if you want, I could touch my mitts all up in your grill.” She wiggled her fingers jokingly. Bo snorted. “Alright. Go for it, doll.” “You serious? Huh, people usually don’t agree to that. Alright, just warn me if I get too close to your eyes or mouth. I don’t wanna stab your cornea, have you end up like me.” She stepped forward. Bo chuckled and it gave her a cue as to where to stop.

She held up her hands. “Gotta guide me a little here, mister.” Y/N said fondly. Bo took one of her palms and brought it to his cheek. He wasn’t entirely sure why he agreed, maybe to get her closer, maybe out of pure curiosity. She rested her hands on his cheeks first, slowly and methodically rubbing her fingertips over specific features. “Sharp jaw, little scar. You been punched before, hm?” His snicker gave away the answer. “Defined cheekbones, you got dimples…hm. Scowl lines though. You got tension lines between your brows too. You’re an angry man, aren’t you Bo?” She asked bluntly with a sense of calm. “You tell that by some lines in my face?” The man asked. Y/N traced the plane of his cheekbone.

“Your face gives away a lot, even if I can’t see it. I’m not judging, but I can tell. You’re an angry man, quick to temper. I imagine it’s a case of you finding it easier to be angry than admit to other emotions?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. Bo ran his tongue over the back of his teeth. “Rather yell at something than feel weak. Better to be made of razor wire than blankets. And it’s easier to bark & bite than be vulnerable, especially when you’re sure people will leave you. Am I getting close?” Bo huffed and went to speak, not entirely sure what to say. It wasn’t like he could deny it. She was accurate, scarily accurate. “Hey, don’t get a frown, I’m not judging. I get it.” Y/N’s voice was still warm. Her face describing calm & understanding.

“How so?” Bo asked. “I don’t really show my anger, I get good at bottling up, but that doesn’t make it go away. Whereas you might yell, I think. And admittedly, sometimes my thoughts wander to…less than pleasant things.” Y/N admitted. She lowered her hand and it rested in his chest casually, he made no effort to move it away. “You think of hurtin’ people?” Y/N shrugged at his question. “Sometimes. …a lot of the time, more than I’d like to admit. People test my patience a lot. I’m quick to anger but people won’t ever see it. And it’s not like I can just admit to someone I’ve though about severely harming them.” She explained. Bo hummed. “The whole tough act you do? I get it. Even if I display my emotions differently. I’m not judging, just observing. Relating even.”

The brunet man gazed over her face again. Taking in each feature and blemish. “That cousin of yours, she ever piss you off that bad?” He stepped a bit closer. Y/N laughed and shook her head. “Oh, every day. I’ve come real close to losing it with her. Not to mention her friends. That little “outburst” where I defended your honor,” Bo chuckled at that. She smiled and continued. “I don’t do that very often. But they’ve been driving me nuts as of recent. Sometimes I worry, if I’m being completely honest, just how bad my brain gets.” She muttered. Bo tilted his head as he took her in. “How far? You talkin’ like you’ve thought of killin’ someone, dollface.” He replied. Y/N said nothing but stared up at him, despite not being able to take in any of his features. Bo let himself smirk. Not like she could see him. “You ever thought about it? Planned it maybe?” His voice was low, almost whispering. Y/N sighed before she nodded. “Not really proud of it. But sometimes I get close, too close for comfort. I’m really not into violence all that much, but when people treat me like some weight on their life, or talk to me like I’m some pathetic wounded animal? It really-“

“Makes you wanna show’em what you’re capable of.” Bo finished. Y/N exhaled and her shoulders dropped. “Exactly. You ever been that angry, Bo?” He chewed the inside of his cheek, enjoying how she said his name. “Felt that way today.” He admitted. Y/N hummed and gave a tiny laugh. “Believe me, I get it. It makes me laugh sometimes. Kids like William have no idea just how easily someone could get tipped off the edge, end up with a barrel aimed at the skull. Only takes about five pounds of force to pull a gun trigger, lot less straining than holding your tongue from calling him a bitch.” Bo laughed again. It was quiet, not wanting to admit she made him laugh. He hummed and tilted his head as he looked at her. “That’s how you’d do it, yeah? You feel like a shotgun type.” Y/N said. “You’d be right, doll. Quicker. My brother’s more of a knife type, quieter that way.” Bo admitted. He felt her mindlessly mess with one of the buttons on his flannel. “How would you do it?” He asked curiously. “Trying to get out my darkest secrets, huh, Bo? You gonna try and rat me out if I tell you?” She replied with a fond grin. “Nope. Just a curious and admittedly sadistic fella, wanna head what twisted shit the pretty lady’s thought of.” He replied. Y/N tucked her tongue into her cheek and hummed in reply.

“Charming.”

“I try.”

Y/N exhaled and tapped her fingers as she thought. ���Well, usually they’re based on circumstance. Resourceful killings if you’d like to call them that. Drowning Margret in dish water. Pushing William onto a busy street after he kicks my fucking cane.” Bo felt his blood burn as she spoke through gritted teeth, seeing her loosen her jaw. “Had a dream with a wood chipper once.” She shrugged. “A wood chipper? You’d shove’em in alive or dead?” He pressed. “Whatever works. Dead either way, right?” Y/N replied. “Damn, doll. Makin’ me wonder if you’d even be sad if those kids ended up dead.” He was losing it now, the whole act, growing more and more into his genuine self. Someone sadistic & cruel. “Wanna know something, mister?” She asked him. Bo rose his hand to fiddle with her bracelet, feeling the softness of her hand still rested on his chest. “Tell a man, doll.” He replied. She leaned in and whispered quietly. “I could really give a fuck less.” She hissed sadistically. Bo’s breath silently hitched. “You’re makin’ it really difficult to imagine you leavin’, hun. Almost wanna keep ya.” The man said. “What? Want a house wife to aid in your murder plots? …that doesn’t sound to bad. I make a pretty good peach cobbler and I know how to play dumb.” She offered. Bo forced himself to remember to breath.

“Don’t sound that bad.” Bo said softly. Y/N chewed on her lower lip before standing up completely straight. “No. No it doesn’t…” She muttered. She jumped at the sound of a scream, feminine and guttural. She turned to catch the sound better before tilting back to Bo, wide eyed. “…and I thought you were kidding.” She whispered. Bo’s gaze sharpened. “You wanna take back your offer?” He asked slowly. Y/N didn’t move and she didn’t speak for awhile either. She heard the scream again. She turned to him fully, maybe a bit closer than she had stood before.

“No. No I don’t.” She said softly.

Bo chuckled, though a bit surprised. “I’ll show you to the house in a bit, how’s that sound, ay doll?” He asked. “I’ll be here.” She leaned against her cane. Her breath caught a bit when she felt a kiss be pressed to her temple, practically burning with a sadistic grin & a strange bit of sensuality, despite it being an innocent action. And for some reason…she enjoyed it.

[orange-leaves]

Wishing On Dandelions All Of The Time

Camilo Madrigal x GN Reader

  

"Mirabel! Have you seen (Name)?"

  

Camilo asked as Mirabel turned around to face him,raising her brow.

"(Name)? I saw them with Dolores in the kitchen a while ago."

She answers,she noticed how Dolores and (Name) have gotten pretty close in the pass few days. Maybe Camilo has noticed it too.

"Oh,okay then. Thanks!"

Camilo runs off to the kitchen. Maybe he can grab a snack too! Killing two birds with one stone!

When he got there,he felt jealousy in the pit of his stomach. You were laughing with Dolores,and you rarely laugh at his jokes...not only that,he can also see the light blush you had on your cheeks. Do you like Dolores? Do you like her more than him?

He was suddenly snapped back into reality once he heard you call his name. He could only wish you'd call his name,and no one else's.

"Hey Camilo,what are you doing here?"

How could one's voice bring so much peace and gentleness? He could listen to your voice all day,and he will.

"Oh! I bought a book yesterday! Maybe we can read it together? Please?"

Camilo questioned,he didn't like how you kept declining his requests to spend time together just so you could spend it with Dolores.

"Book? Since when did you like reading? Do you even know how to read?"

Dolores teased,this is weird. Her brother was suddenly invested in reading? Why? There has got to be a reason for this. She didn't hear anything from Camilo,that might mean that he doesn't want her to know anything. It must be important.

"Oh come on! I've always liked reading! Come on (Name)! Let's go read together!"

Camilo pulled (Name) out of the kitchen,to his room. Finally! No more Dolores for you (Name)! It's time for Camilo!

"Woah! Slow down,Camilo!"

(Name) suggested,why was Camilo in such a hurry? It's not like you're going anywhere.

Once you reached his room,he went in and grabbed his book. Running back to you,he quickly pulled you outside of the La Casa Madrigal,Casita in the back waving goodbye at you.

He slowed down after a few minutes of running,but he still continuously pulled you with him. Until you reached a field of dandelions with a tall tree standing at the center.

"Beautiful isn't it? I'm pretty sure I'm the first one to find this place!"

He proudly exclaimed. Yeah right, you found this place with Mirabel a few weeks ago. Sorry not sorry Camilo.

"Yeah,very pretty. Might be prettier than you and your hair."

(Name) joked,they laughed when they heard their best friend gasp.

"How dare you (Name)! I am hurt! Very hurt!"

Camilo went along with his crush's joke,but really,how dare they say that?!

This time,it was (Name)'s turn to pull Camilo by the hand,they led him under the tree,finally they can get some rest after all the running.

Camilo smiled once they sat down,it's been awhile since they spent time together. He's gonna cherish every moment of this.

He took a quick glance at you before opening the book and leaning on you,with you leaning back on instinct.

While reading,Camilo could feel your hand in his hair. He really did miss this.

You both took turns in reading,sometimes laughing at a joke a character said.

Only with a few pages left to read,Camilo handed the book to you,maybe you might want to hold the book. He closed his eyes,intently listening to you,well more like he focused on your voice rather than the story. Your voice was just so soothing that he didn't realise that he fell asleep.  Once he woke up,he panicked. Oh my god,he fell asleep. Worry filling Camilo's mind,what if you left because he fell asleep? What if you left him because he wasn't listening to you? He was just there lying in the field of dandelions,under the shade of the tree.

Camilo glanced at you,relief and confusion coated his brown eyes. You were still here! Although why does it look like your sleeping with the book on your face? Did you fall asleep like that? He started chuckling,wow,that's cute.

He wanted to take the book off your face,but he was scared he might wake you up. He could hear your soft snoring and even breathing.

"(Name)...Do you...like Dolores? Like,romantically...?"

Camilo whispered to no one. He wasn't expecting an answer since he knew you were asleep,so he continued.

"I just noticed that...you've been spending so much time with her...you two seem to be very close,might be even closer than the two of us are..."

Pouring his heart out,he wanted to be happy for you if you said that you like his older sister. He wanted to be okay,even though deep down,he knew it would affect him more than it should.

"It's okay if you do like her,I'm always here to support whatever you want. You're my best friend after all..."

That's what Camilo wanted to feel,happy. Happy for you and his sister. He was only your friend,so all he could do was be happy for you and support you. But somehow,he couldn't accept it.

He wanted to be the one making you happy. The one who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

"But before I lose my chance...I just wanted to say that...I l-like you."

Camilo felt so embarrassed,good thing you were asleep. Come to think of it,he doesn't hear your soft snoring anymore. Could you be-

"Wow,what a way to confess,Camilo."

Camilo snapped his head towards (Name)'s voice. He was met with (Name)'s teasing smile,the book lying on their chest. So-so they heard him? Oh no-

"(N-Name)! Why are you?!-"

Camilo started to panic once again,what if this is what destroys your friendship?

"Calm down,Camilo. What are you so worried about?"

(Name) asked while sitting up,the book falling on the grass.

"You weren't suppose to hear all that!"

Camilo argued,he didn't want to get in the way of you and his sister's relationship,he saw how happy you were with her.

"Why not? I don't see any reason for you to hide this from me. Besides,you confessed,so it's only fair if I tell you how I feel too."

Camilo's face slightly got hotter,because of both embarrassment and hope that you would reciprocate his feelings.

"Camilo,I'm flattered that you feel this way but..."

All the hope Camilo had,were slowly fading. So,you really do like his sister huh? He's never felt so heartbrok-

"I think I'm more inlove with you than you are with me."

Camilo perked up,did he hear that right? You- were inlove with him? Not Dolores?

"You mean you don't have a crush on Dolores?"

Camilo tilted his head,his face growing red. He could see you blushing too,even if it's just a little bit.

"Mhm,Dolores is like a sister to me. I was planning on confessing to you tomorrow,right here too. And I was asking her for some help."

(Name) confessed,so Camilo can have them all to himself? Great!

"So I guess I just beat you to it,huh?"

Both of them laughed at his joke,so now...are you guys dating? Please say yes,Camilo is dying to be yours and for you to be his.

A few more jokes were exchanged until the sun started to set. Camilo got up and helped (Name) stand up.

Wind blowing through their hair,clothes swaying along. Dandelions flying all around,grass moving all together in the same direction. Smiles painted on both their faces,his hand reaching for their's.

In a field of dandelions,two teenagers promise to love and protect each other,at their highs and their lows,to always be together. Such a sweet and innocent love story,don't you think?

Not proof read!

But I hope you enjoyed!

[multifandomloversthings]

All the things left unsaid

Summary: y/n and hangman have always been clearly head over heals for each other, but what happens when he leaves without either of them explicitly saying how they feel.

Pairing: Jake “ hangman” Seresin x female!reader

Warning: Angst, major character death

A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever fic so I’m sorry if it’s not great! But I hope you like it!

Y/n sat outside on the back porch of the hard deck. There was a dark blue hue in the sky as the sun had just set. She clutched the note maverick had just handed her, she couldn’t bring herself to read it.

She couldn’t read it because then she would have to face her fear, her fear that he was actually gone. That she would never hear another witty remark out of Jake “hangman” Serensins mouth again.

They never openly admitted there feelings to each other, but you would be blind if you couldn’t see that y/n and hangman loved one another. The constant flirting between the two, that each would worry about the other, the constant flow of texts from one’s phone to the next. And yet y/n never said those three simple words to him “ I love you” and never will as Jake was killed on his latest mission.

“hey y/n/n want a hand closing up as I’m still here.” Hangman called to her. See she would work late shifts closing up for penny at the bar when she could, mostly because Jake would come in with his other aviator buddies and was always kind enough to stay and help her out. “ are you saying this out of pity Seresin because it was your fellow pilots who left the bar a mess.” She chuckled to herself, “maybe or maybe I just want to spend some time with the gorgeous bartender who works here.” He always knew the right things to say to her. “ also I’m leaving tomorrow morning for the mission and I’m not sure when I’ll see you next.” Ah the mission, Jake had been coming here since his OG topgun days so y/n was no stranger to him getting shipped off to the middle of no where but he always came back so it didn’t bother her. “ you’ll be right back here in no time like always flyboy” he just put on a stoic grin at that comment. She didn’t know this was going to be his most dangerous mission yet, and he wasn’t going to tell her. “ your right y/n/n but just in case…” she just had to cut him off, “ no not today we ain’t going to do none of that sappy stuff Jake you will make it home and I will have your favourite beer chilling here ice cold like I usually do.” “ ok I guess that’s how it’s going to be I’ll text you before I leave.” And with that y/n’s last interaction with hangman ever came to a close. God she wished she just let him speak.

By now it was dark, and the bar was lively behind her. She thought “ to hell with it” and opened up the letter.

Dear y/n,

Im sorry we never got to be together I always hoped we would someday get that chance. You make me a better person, I feel as though I can be myself around you and I haven’t had a person like that in a long time. Even with me being gone and all please take care of yourself, I always hated seeing you cry. I wanted to tell you I really did. Tell you about everything my feelings, the mission but the voice in my head kept telling me you deserved better than me. I’m sorry I never told you I loved you I really did. I think we will be together in another life time.

With much love,

Flyboy <3

God that nicknamed chocked her up. At this point she was sobbing, not caring if patrons from the bar saw. She was just so upset that there was so much left to tell him. She loved him more than anything, why did her fear of rejection keep her from being happy.

***2 weeks later***

Y/n was visiting his headstone. She laid the flowers that she brought and sat down in silence. The cemetery was nice it sat on a tall hill overlooking the ocean. She could hear the birds chirping and the waves crashing beneath her. It was nice, it was the first time in 2 weeks she had felt at peace. She stayed for awhile maybe a bit to long but who was to judge. Just before she left she knew she had to do one more thing. She got up and went to speak for the first time since she got there, “ I love you Jake and I’m sorry for all the things I left unsaid.” And with that she kissed the headstone and left.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Just Stay - Bakugou Katsuki - pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing

Summary: it’s been almost 2 years since the breakup and Bakugou refuses to move. No matter how many times people tell him it’s time, he ignores them because he knows he’ll run into you again. And he was right all along.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2 

Almost 2 years. About 24 months. Around 104 weeks, 730 days, 17520 hours, or 63,072,000 seconds. And every second of everyday, you run through Bakugou’s mind.

Memories of the two of you always pass through him and he always smile at the good ones. But as time went on, he realized he really wasn’t the same person anymore. Especially not to Y/N. In the beginning, he was hopelessly devoted to you and he craved to be around you. He always wanted what was best for you until he realized in the end he grew selfish. He stopped caring about your needs, neglecting you, and just assumed you’d stay because you still loved him the same way he did you. He was wrong though, and the horrible day of your split arrived.

After you left his house that day, Bakugou remained in the same place for hours. He stood there and cried with his back facing the front door, and when his legs grew tired, he fell to the ground and continued to cry.

Everybody thought he would move on but he didn’t. He still held onto hope. So for 2 years, Bakugou worked to fix himself just for you. He went to therapy to work on his excessive anger, he stopped going out as much with his friends and worked around the house to improve his home skills to help you out when you would return, and he even went as far as to get a lil dog for himself to learn to be a little more loving and compassionate.

His name was Bomber. He was a Pomeranian.

During those 2 years..it’s like you disappeared. Bakugou, and none of your friends, saw sight or heard word of you. Some people thought you moved, some thought the worst had possibly happened. But Bakugou was still going strong. If something was wrong, he would’ve felt it in his heart, but his hope was still going strong. He knew you were out there.

And he was right. For the past 2 years you’ve lived...everywhere! You never stayed in one place for too long in fear of someone from your life may get word of you being around. You’ve lived in the beautiful islands of the Caribbean all the way to the blissful cities in Paris. You’ve been all around the world and you’ve enjoyed all the sights, but you were getting tired of not really having friends and spending so much money. You missed Japan. The food, the culture, the songs, the celebration. The people. And so you decided it was time for you to head back.

You moved back home about a month ago and you made sure none of your old friends would hear about you. You wanted to settle for a little bit before interacting with the people who were a huge part of your old life and you enjoyed the quite peaceful nature. After some time, you decided it was okay to meet up with your old friends, but instead of going out and looking for them, you waited to see what destiny brought you, and now the moment has come.

You sat in the old park you used to love being in when you lived in Japan. It was spring time and the cherry blossoms were out as they covered the trail you made for yourself when you came here. In the past, you found a hidden area of the park forest that seemed...magical. There was a crystal blue lake that were filled with Lilly pads, lotuses, and koi fish. The sunlight hit perfectly on the patch of land, and dusted it with a golden honey scheme. The cherry blossom trees surrounded the place along with tall pines that reached the clouds. The cute little creatures that lived in the secluded area included bunnies, fawns, beautiful birds, and adorable foxes.

It’s been so long since you’ve been here. The last time you even stepped foot into this park was when you were with..Bakugou. But even then, the last time you went with him was about 4 months before your breakup. He was the only person you ever told about this spot and you both had so many memories here. You weren’t gonna lie, you missed him, but you didn’t know who he was now. As the 2 years past, Bakugou has gone through your mind a couple times, and you smiled towards the sky as you wondered what he’s like nowadays. If he’s any different than the last time you saw him. You really wished nothing but the best for the man you love.

Every once in awhile, Bakugou would step into the hidden sanctuary that Y/N showed him. He enjoyed going there to get away from his reality and thoughts of Y/N always came to him when he entered that special place. This time, his imagination seemed really strong because he felt like he was staring at the real deal.

He looked ahead and leaning against the tallest cherry tree was the beautiful goddess herself, Y/N L/N. She held her cool expression as she held a cute little bunny and her golden jewelry sparkled in the sunlight that hit her body perfectly. She truly did look like a goddess.

Bakugou smiled as he saw you, but he quickly shook it off as he realized there was no way it was possible. He then chose to walk to the spot, hoping that the image of you would just disappear, but he also hoped that you were real. He snuck up on you from behind but you were smarter than that. Once he got close enough you walked to the other side of the tree, out of his line of vision and went into stealth mode as you quickly used your quirk to be seated on a high branch. Bakugou saw you walk and disappear so he sighed as he “realized” you were just his imagination. However, when he finally settled and looked out beyond the valley, you jumped down to surprise him. You hopped off the branch, grabbed Bakugou and spun you both around so that you were laying against the tree and he was facing you.

“Long time no see, Bakugou,” you said with a little break in your voice as you spoke with such a “cool girl tone.” You held a sassy smile as you stared at him with all the confidence radiating off your body. Bakugou just looked at you in shock. His mouth hung open as his wide eyes traveled all around you to make sure you were real. He shook a little as he stared at you and soon his tears began to pool at his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. You don’t gotta cry, it’s okay,” you said with a concerned smile. You wiped a stray tear that fell from his ruby eyes with your thumb and you felt heat rise to his cheeks as he leaned into your palm. “....Bakugou?....Are you- woah!”

Without warning, he quickly grabbed you and pulled you in by the waist to give you a hug. He held you tight as you were shocked but you smiled against his chest and held him too. He cried on your shoulder and after some time he finally spoke.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N.”

“.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.”

—

“Where have you been?” He asked as you both were seated on the grass. You and Bakugou both held onto each other for awhile as Bakugou cried his heart out like a big baby. You finally settled him and you both were sitting next to each other laying against the tree as you both sat on the grass.

“I’ve been everywhere!” You laughed out, “I’ve went to the states and hung out in L.A and Hawaii, took some time in New York and hung out in Florida. I then went to the Caribbean and partied in the Dominican Republic, and I even traveled to Europe and stayed in Paris for a bit. I’ve been all over the world traveling and finding me again.”

“You seem happy about that,” Bakugou said as he looked at you with loving eyes and a small smile that only you could ever bring out.

“I am. Ever since...um...you know...I’ve been a little lost. I lost myself and I missed the old me. My trips and alone time brought out the old me again and I’ve been feeling so much more alive,” you sighed as you settled, “but I’ve missed my roots. I’ve missed Japan and the people.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.” You said with kind eyes as you smiled at him causing him to blush immensely.

You both remained silent as you guys enjoyed the sounds of spring. You felt the breeze blow in your hair as the warm sun comforted you. Soon, you felt Bakugou’s hand slowly touch yours. You knew he was scared to go and do anything else, but you openly welcomed his touch and he clearly became less tense.

“So...what have you been up to while I was away?” You calmly asked. You noticed Bakugou’s hesitation and deep breath before he spoke.

“I’ve been....I’ve been trying to better myself for you.” Your brows raised and eyes opened up a little wider. For the past 2 years, he’s been trying to better himself...just for you. “I’ve gone to therapy for my anger, stop going out as much, learned to do more around the house...even got a little dog to learn to be a little more compassionate.”

“Ouu! What kind?” You excitedly asked. He chuckled at your cute aura and answered your question.

“Cute little Pomeranian named bomber,” he admitted.

“No way! Cuteeee!” You squealed and Bakugou just laughed at you once again. How cute. As you thought about everything he said, your smile dropped a little into a little lip curl. A silence came over the two of you before you spoke again.

“You...you did all that for me?”

“Mhm. I wanna prove to you that I can change. That I have changed. ....I’m not telling you this to get you to come back to me..I want you to come on your own choice but I want you to know if you do decide to come back, that I’ve become better.” He explained.

You smiled and hummed to yourself in happiness. Your cheeks dusted with warmth as you smiled so much it hurt.

“Why don’t you show me how much you’ve changed Katsuki?” You offered.

“What?”

“Hehe, let’s start over. I don’t know if you’re still down for anything...but I’ve missed you over the past 2 years and I remember you saying that if a certain ‘goddess’ wanted to come back..you’d be waiting with open arms...” you looked at him and he gave an open smile that held more disbelief and happiness than excitement.

“Can we try again Suki?” You quietly asked, but Bakugou stood and picked you up. He pulled you up by your arms and pulled you even higher which caused you to jump and wrap your legs around him. You laughed out in excitement as he held you like that and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“I should be on my hands and knees asking you that, princess.” He softly said with a broken voice but it was clear he was letting out tears of joy. You wrapped your arms around his neck even tighter as his hold on you never faltered. He started sniffling and you pulled him out of your neck as you wiped his tears.

“Suki! Stop crying,” you giggled, “this is supposed to be a happen moment.”

“Shut up! I don’t cry!” He said with a flushed face as he looked to the side but still holding you. You raised your brow at him and he only nervously laughed as he placed you down. He stuck out his hand for you to grab onto but you placed it down and wrapped your arms around his. You pecked his cheek and leaned on him as he smiled down at you. This was the moment he’s been waiting for. His princess finally came back to him. Everyone told him to move on but he knew better. If he did, he would’ve never been here right now with you again. And this time, he would make sure you’d stay.

“Suki?”

“Yes princess?”

“.......Can we go see Bomber?”

“Heh...whatever your heart desires.”

A/N: STAWWWPPP YALL THIS WAS SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO RUSHED! IM TRYNA HURRY CUZ I HAVE ANOTHER PART 2 TO WORK ON, I HAVE TO START ON THE NEXT PART OF MY SERIES AND I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DOOOOO😭😭😭 IM SO PISSED AT MYSELF BRO THIS COULDVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER!!! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHATEVER U COULD CUBS! See u next time! 😭💗🧸

[shinescape]

Pure Instinct

Lion Hybrid San x Reader

Requested!

tw: mentions of weapons, blood and wounds.

note: @sunsethw4 you request is here. The photo feels kind of fitting for some reason. Enjoy the read!

You were on your way to a weekend getaway with your group of friends and their hybrids. At first you questioned why the hybrids had to tag along but the others insisted on bringing them, the more the merrier what they had said.

You and your hybrid, San was seated at the very back of the 8-seater car. You were looking out the window as San was talking to one of the hybrids that was beside him.

You were heading to a friend’s rest house that was situated in the rural area. It has been awhile since your last trip and this was a good way to spend time with your friends. The scenery was beautiful along the way and a smile formed on your face as you took in the sight.

Upon arriving, everyone awed at the beautiful villa in front of them. You and San followed everyone inside and settled in the living area. Before everyone went to their assigned rooms, the owner of the house, Minhyun, called everyone to huddle in the centre.

“After unpacking, I want everyone down here, okay?”

Everyone groaned at his words but he clapped his hands and made everyone move faster so that no time was wasted.

As you were unpacking your belongings, there was this uneasiness inside of you. “San, are you alright?” He hummed and made his way to where you were at the corner of the room and crouched down.

“Is something bothering you?” He questioned with head tilted to the side watching you pout at your opened bag. “Nothing, it’s just that I don’t have a good feeling all of a sudden.” You met his eyes and he ruffled your hair to calm you down. “Don’t think too much. I’ll be here, alright?”

To be honest, you were hesitant to bring San along with you to the retreat since he’s not a normal hybrid species like the others that were present. But he assured you that he’ll be fine and that was enough to put you at ease.

You stepped down the stairs and saw everyone there waiting for you. “Hurry up! We don’t want to spend all day playing Minhyun’s games.” Haeri crossed her arms as she watched you roll your eyes and walk towards the groups.

Minhyun started explaining how they needed firewood to use for later and so he made everyone play a game and losers had to go and collect them. The fact that hybrids were excluded from playing made you nervous.

After three rounds, everyone cheered at you as you stood up unwillingly. “Bring back a lot okay? We need them for the BBQ later on too.��� Jihan quipped from the floor as he waved at you happily. You gave a fake smile as you grab San by the arm and start walking out from the villa.

“I’m sorry, San. I’m usually not bad at games.” you told him.

“It’s fine. At least we get to explore the forest first.” Both of you walked towards the thick forest behind the villa. You observed how the area appeared peaceful except for the occasional chirping from the birds scattered in the sky.

Both of you started searching for any usable woods on the ground. You could hear the group laughing and having the fun of their life inside the house. It felt like they purposely sent you out to do the task but you didn’t want to let yourself down and continue to search again.

After a good 10 minutes or so, you messed up your hair and walked towards San who seemed as annoyed as you were. “I think we have to go deeper. There’s nothing here.” He nodded at your suggestion and made sure to walk right beside you.

Both of you carefully avoided large fallen branches and the only noise you could hear was the leaves crunching underneath your feet as you made your way into the unfamiliar area.

You knew it was still early in the evening but everything felt darker and the sunlight wasn’t as bright as before you entered. You were very sure that the villa was far away now as you can’t hear any of your friends goofing around anymore.

San all of a sudden sensed something was off and quickly pushed you behind him, transforming in the process. Then you heard rustling from behind you and turned but nothing was there.

The rustling could be heard from the side and you swore you saw something running passed the trees. You weren’t sure if it was an animal or a human as everything happened too fast.

You heard San growled at something and tried to search for what it was. Exactly at that moment, you heard gunshots coming from the front where he was shielding you. He roared even louder and launched at the direction of where the gunshot came from.

You finally saw a man holding out a rifle and shot San again. He fought back and hit the man with his head. A scream left your lips as the man hit his wounded area with the back of his rifle. He fell down and curled on the damped ground with the side of his body starting to bleed.

You ran as fast as you could towards them as you watched the man pointed his rifle again at San. Without thinking, you jumped in front of San’s lion form, the rifle now right in front of your face.

“Please stop.” Your voice trembled and eyes were brimming with hot tears.

“Why should I stop? You trespassed in my area.” The man challenged. Confusion was written all over your face. “You see that? That’s my house.” You didn’t know you went that deep, a small cabin could be seen from where you were.

“We didn’t mean to trespass, please let us go. You know the villa near the main road? That’s where we’re staying.” Your body was now pressed on the side of San’s body as you explained how you were out to get wood to heat up the fireplace and the man slowly backed away as he pulled back the rifle he was holding.

You felt San slowly transforming back into his human form. He was groaning and curled up even more on the ground. His shirt was ripped and stained with blood that was coming out from his abdomen and you quickly went to press on it with both your hands.

“San...please hang on.” His eyes were shut together as you pulled him into your chest and cradled him tighter.

“I’m begging you, please let us go. We’ll leave now.”

The man walked over to you and pulled San up with one arm as the other one was still holding onto his weapon. He said nothing and turned around to walk back to his cabin. You were still in panic mode as you followed him and held on to San's other side.

“The hospital is far away, I’ll treat his wounds here.” The man said when he saw you tried to tug San away from his hold, afraid that he might get hurt again.

Once inside the cabin, he made San sit down on a chair. “Please stay awake, San.” You held onto his hand and eyed his pale features. He heard you but was too in pain to say anything.

As the man came back and started to tend to San, your phone rang loudly which surprised you. Haeri called to inform that they went to buy charcoal instead since you were taking too long to come back. You didn’t explain anything and told her that you were on the way back. You were starting to regret coming to the trip altogether after the call.

“Get him to the hospital once you leave.” You nodded cautiously and saw the man gave him a shirt. “I’m sorry for shooting you earlier, you don’t see a lion here often so I got shocked.” The man patted San’s shoulder with a guilty look on.

“Sorry for scaring you as well. I didn’t know he was one of those hybrids.” He turned to you. You didn’t know what to say and gave a flat smile towards him.

When you arrived back at the villa, it was already dark. “San, let me help you walk. Don’t be stubborn.” you tried for the third time to slung his arm around you but he refused and was limping as he held on to the wounded area.

“I’m fine.” he hissed to himself.

“You got shot twice, you’re not fine.” If he wanted to be stubborn, so could you. You forced his arm to wrap around your waist. You watch as everyone gathered outside the backyard in the middle of the fire pit as they ate away. Having no clue what both of you went through in the dense forest earlier.

You watched as they smiled and even dared to greet you as if you went missing for almost half the day was nothing to them. You didn’t want to deal with their petty remarks and excuse yourself.

“He’s not feeling well, so I’m going to go rest with him. You guys have fun alright.” You noticed that they were looking at your bloodied hands but said nothing and tiredly smiled at them before heading inside. They were murmuring among themselves and you knew there’s a lot of explaining needed to be done the next day.

Back in the bedroom, both you and San were on the floor, leaning against the bed as you ate cup noodles. “Are you feeling alright?” San wasn’t eating as he stared at the wall in front of him. You followed his gaze and looked back at him.

“I have to admit, I kind of like you getting worried about me like that. Makes me feel special.”

You felt heat rush to your face at his sudden words and lightly punched his arm out of embarrassment. “Just eat and next time, the only trip I’m going on is with you. No forest, no friends, just us both.” You poke his cheek to which he pinched your cheek in return.

“Anything for you.” He whispered and pulled you into a side hug.

[shotofire]

A Life Saver

•LEVI ACKERMAN x READER

•Overview: Levi saves you, someone he barely knew, from certain death

•Warnings: mentions of death, gore description, cursing, near death experience, bit of angst, very brief mention of sex

•Season: season one range with a few altercations

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At first, you didn’t want to become a scout. The thought of putting your life on the line wasn’t appealing, and it really just scared the hell out of you. Serving in the military police was a path you chose to go down. It was what you wanted for awhile then things started to not feel right.

The scouts were putting other lives before their own and you began to admire their bravery. Even when things looked like there was no light on the other side they pushed through. They proved that even mass death can result in a small victory that gave the people hope, something to help the nation push forward.

After serving in the military police for many years you decided it was time to step down. You wanted to become a scout, you wanted to help make a change. Your comrades thought you were absolutely insane, and they begged you to not make the choice. You refused, and soon you joined the scouts.

Mission after mission you survived and killed titans. You lost friends way too often, and the hurt and loneliness that came with the job would make anyone break. You’d been broken from the inside out in ways you’d never imagined. At the end of the day, you knew it was for the greater good.

The hope for a change only became greater when a boy showed up with the abilities of a titan. You knew to have such strength on your side was promising, and you saw light at the end of the extremely dark tunnel.

You’d served many long heart wrenching years by the time hope like that had shown up, and it only pushed you to keep going. You longed to live in a world without titans. All you wanted was to run free in field and see new things.

Today was a normal day, but that’s how any bad day starts. You’d woke up early to watch the sunrise with your close, and pretty much last friend, Molly. She was the best person you’d ever met and had been by your side for years. You had never admired anyone more than her.

“You know that titan kid is only fifteen, isn’t that insane?” She says before taking a sip of the coffee you had made her.

Your eyebrows raise at her words, “Wait really?”

The women laughs a bit at your shocked reaction then nods her head. She sets her coffee on the blanket you two are sitting on then leans back onto her hands, staring up at the sky that swirls with colors of orange and pink.

“To have this kind of hope is the best feeling i’ve had in years,” she says, “this is going to unlock so many closed doors we don’t know about. I think that finally we’re going to get some answers about how the hell the world turned into this mess.”

The smile on her face was full of such joy. She truly was excited for the future, you’d never seen someone actually look forward to what is lying ahead. A few days ago everyone thought titans would rein for hundreds of more years. Then all of the sudden that perspective has changed and no one knows what is going to come next.

“Yeah, I hope the future is bright,” you whispered.

You lay down to stare up at the sky, and Molly follows your movements. The two of you lay there in silence, thinking of a peaceful world where so much fear and death does not exist. You turn your head to look at your bestfriend to find her eyes are already on you.

“Our futures are bright, (y/n),” she says with a smile, “We’re going to live in cute little houses by the ocean!”

You can’t help but smile and roll your eyes at her. She always brought up this big body of water she’d read about in an illegal book when she was a teenager. The women could go on an on about it, as if she’d seen it before herself.

“If the ocean is even real,” you say with a smirk.

She scoffs at you before rolling her eyes harder than you just had, “Of course it’s real!”

You two spend the next hour talking about what you’d do or who you’d be doing if life were different. Molly wished for a family, to fall in love. She’d talked about it many times before but she refused to bring children into a world like this. You felt similar, expect children weren’t really on your radar. You longed to fall in love and grow old with someone.

But everyday brought death and destruction. You didn’t want to fall madly in love and then watch your whole world crumble as a titan took them away from you. The pain you had from your friends screaming your name as monsters had them in their grip was already too much to bare.

Heavy footsteps came in your direction at high speed, and soon you could hear heavy breathing along with it. You and Molly sat up quickly and saw one of your comrades running at you with pure fear in their eyes.

“Wall rose has been compromised!” They scream, voice laced with panic.

Molly’s eyes widen right as yours do. The feeling of uncertainty course through your veins almost instantly. You’ll never get used to the way your stomach drops when you hear things like that. Who could ever get used to that? Knowing you’re about to watch more people die would make anyone feel this way.

Before you know it you’re running to get your uniform on and strap on your gear. No one saw this coming. Then again, how the hell would they see this coming? You scramble to find you gear and you panic as it’s no where to be found.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You yell as the panic begins to set in.

Hands grab each of your shoulders to hold you still, and that’s when you see Molly’s worried eyes. She looks at you with concern. The last mission had both of you on edge more than ever before. Both of you lost someone dear, someone who was close to you as you were to each other. Knowing that today you could lose Molly was making your mind and body think like a mad man.

“You gear is with my stuff, remember? You didn’t want to lose it so you asked me to hold onto it,” she reminds you.

The sweet women pulls you into a tight hug, and you can feel her body trembling. The two of you had no time for this, people were probably already being slaughtered. Right as you begin to think this a scream rips through the air, one that makes you two grip one another tighter.

“We’re going to fight and we’re going to survive,” she says sternly, “do you hear me? Don’t you dare die on me (y/n).”

You nod into her chest as tears begin to form in your eyes. So much could change in an instant and you wished time could freeze so you could hug your bestfriend forever. But reality was sinking in and you knew you had titans to kill and lives to save.

The hug was short lived, and soon you were faced with the destruction held within wall rose. Titans stomped around mindlessly, some with those creepy smiles that you absolutely hated.

Your blades cut through nape after nape and your head was starting to spin. Somewhere along the way you lost Molly, which had never happened before. You hated not having her around. The constant fear of not knowing what position she could possibly be in made you sick to your stomach.

You flew through the air at a high speed, trying to get leverage on the abnormal that was chasing after you. It’s mouth hung open as it’s disgusting blood drenched touched dripped into the buildings below. You’d never faced an abnormal and didn’t expect it to dodge your attack minutes ago.

Sure you were extremely skilled but it’s hard to work your way around a fast moving titan. It’s arms flew in the air behind it, the beast was an odd sight. You’d never witnessed a titan act so strangely before.

You’d been observing the monster too closely, but only for a few seconds. But as any soldier knows, a few moments can cost you your entire life. You turned your attention back infront of you but you didn’t have time to react before you slammed into a chimney. Out of all things that could’ve contributed to your death it just had to be a damn chimney.

The impact made your vision blur and you couldn’t even really feel the pain. The sun beamed down on you as your body layed limp on the rooftop. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, and you wished you could fly up there with the birds and be free.

The abnormals hand picked you off the home as if you were nothing, only a small ant compared to it. It’s eyes were completely lifeless as it stared at you with hunger.

“Don’t you dare die on me (y/n)!”

Molly’s words rang through your mind but you couldn’t move. The injury to your head made you feel as if you were in a dream. There was no sense of reality right now, you couldn’t even comprehend that you were about to reach your end.

In a way you knew, reality wasn’t too far off. But you couldn’t find the energy to fight back. It had all been drained from you as the battle continued, and the final blow left you motionless.

You closed your eyes hoping somehow that’d stop you from feeling the coming pain. Every part of you didn’t want to die. Molly’s dreams about living by the ocean had become yours as well even if you wouldn’t admit it. The thought of leaving her with no body brought tears to your eyes.

That’s when you tried to move with the little energy left in your body, but it was no use. The tears began to stream down your face and the fear began to set in. Fear like this had never been within you, it was a brand new feeling. You guess certain death does that to you.

“No!” You say as loud as you can, “Someone please help me!”

Knowing this is what so many of the people you loved had to experience broke your heart. It was already bad enough to know they were gone and you couldn’t have saved them. But this was so much worse, they died with such fear. Fear that almost paralyzed you.

The sound of blades ripping through skin filled your ears. The titans grip on you loosened, then let go completely. You felt yourself falling, but you kept your eyes closed. Fear had already made its way to every inch of your body and you couldn’t move even more than before.

Right before you slammed to the ground below strong arms caught you. A grunt slipped past the unknown persons lips at the impact of your body. They carried you into a near by tavern that was deserted of people, then set you on one of the tables.

“Hey,” the deep voice said, “c’mon now I know you aren’t dead, don’t go out like this.”

Your eyes fluttered open to see the dangerously handsome man in your face. He was awfully close, you could feel his breath on your nose. His eyes were wide with concern.

“Captain Levi?” You asked followed by a gut wrenching cough. Blood splattered onto your lips and you groaned.

He couldn’t have been the one who saved you, right? You’d only talked to Levi a handful of times, and all were him giving you orders. You’d never had a desire to talk to him even if you found him incredibly attractive.

You’d admired the man for years as well. He has lost as many people as you, maybe more. He had already been on the scouts for many years before you joined. The man had watched the passion you held as you killed titans at alarming speed. He knew exactly who you were and what you had to offer, that’s why he saved you.

He smiled softly at you, not even enough for you to notice. For a second he thought you wouldn’t wake up and he’d be carrying a lifeless body back to medical. You cough a bit more before sitting up. A gasp slips past your lips and pain shoots through your body.

“Holy shit that fucking hurts,” you curse.

You see the fresh blood on your hands and wonder if it’s yours. The pounding in your head only increases as you move. The room felt like it was spinning and you may vomit any second.

“Do I need to take you to medical?” He asks with concern in his voice.

Your vision looks at the raven haired man and your memory starts to come back. One second you were flying through the air and then stupidly slammed into a chimney. And that damned titan was about to feast on you, what a bitch. Then you realized Levi was the one who stopped you from your near death.

“Why did you save me?” You ask without answering him first.

He sighs at your question. He had only moved that fast to save someone a handful of times. It just felt right to save you. He was there, you were there, he couldn’t just let you die. It wasn’t too far out of reach, he had already been headed in your direction.

“Because you’re strong and the scouts need you,” he answers, “now tell me if I need to take you to medical.”

His features were stern and it made your stomach flip a bit. If there weren’t titans outside and pain wasn’t consuming your body you may have thrown out a stupid flirtatious remark due to your bubbly personality. But this wasn’t the time and place no matter how good the captain looked right now.

“I just need a minute,” you said softly as you pushed your weight off the table.

You hissed in pain before stretching your body. The bones in your body crack loudly and you let out a low grunt at the feeling. The pounding in your head began to simmer and you took deep breaths.

“Thank you captain Levi,” you said, “my friend would’ve personally brought me back to just kill me herself.”

He chuckled a bit at your remark and you couldn’t even recall captain Levi smiling let alone chuckling. This whole situation was weird and unrealistic to you. Maybe you were already dead and this was your afterlife. A hot guy saves you and later you two will go to bone town, sounds pretty fun.

“I literally ran into a chimney,” you grumbled.

Levi’s eyes squinted at your words in confusion, “You what?”

“I didn’t get caught by a titan while trying to kill it heroically. I wasn’t paying attention for like three seconds and slammed into a damn chimney, not too sure the scouts really need me,” you say.

He shakes his head at your words and was becoming annoyed by your self doubt.

“I know, I saw,” he says and your cheek almost immediately turn red, “and I still saved you cause I thought you were worth it.”

You couldn’t get words out after what he said. You only stared at him in shock. He saw you make a foul out of yourself but yet still risked his life to save you. Levi truly was an interesting man.

“Well then, thank you again,” you say, “maybe I should thank you in a different way.” You wiggle your eyebrows then let out a laugh into your palm as his face falls at your words.

“Holy shit i’m kidding, please don’t make me do laps for that. Jokes make me feel better,” you still were holding back laughter at the face Levi made. You never thought you’d make the captain flustered like that.

“Uh,” his cheeks redden, “We need to get back out there. It’s starting to get worse, are you sure you’re okay (y/n).”

You take a deep breath before nodding your head. The two of you immediately begin to speed walk towards the open door of the tavern.

“I’m going to need you to follow me. The titans are huddled in the west and help is needed there,” he orders you and you respond with a yes captain, which always makes you cringe.

“Oh and by the way,” he says with a smirk, “that other way of thanking me is always welcome.”

This time he leaves you flustered. He heads west and you stand there for a few seconds before you remember you’re supposed to be following him. His remark might have you slamming into another chimney.

After fighting for hours many people had been successfully moved to wall sina. Some titans still mindlessly walked around within the walls of rose, but atleast many people were saved. There was still a great heartfelt loss that day.

When you got back to base your heart was pounding in your ears. All you could think about was Molly and if she was okay. You hadn’t seen her since you two got separated during the hell bent events. Your eyes scanned frantically through the base, searching for her everywhere.

Your mind went to the worst place possible and you begin to panic. She had to be okay, she was all you had. You needed her more than anyone else. If she’s gone you might as well let a titan eat you during your next mission. Molly kept you alive, and kept you fighting.

“(y/n)?” You hear a familiar deep voice ask.

You spin on your heals and are met with the same deep brown eyes that saved you earlier today. Levi looked upset, face a bit fallen. That’s when your heart sank to your stomach. Did he know where Molly was? Or if she had even made it back?

“Follow me,” he says without any other detail.

He starts walking and you immediately follow as your heart races. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. Your eyes scan to a sign that says medical as Levi opens the door below it.

You’re led to a the back of the room and you gasp at the sight. On the bed layed Molly with bandages covering many parts of her body. Your eyes fill with tears at the safe shes in, this was too much.

“She’s going to be okay, and the nurse told me she should be up soon,” he says.

You nod your head at his words before reaching to hold Molly’s hand, it was cold as ice.

“Can you please get her a blanket,” you state, it wasn’t even a question. It was more like you weren’t letting go of her hand, more like you couldn’t.

Levi nods and fetches her a couple blankets. He covers her for you and you thank him. The tears still run down your face, but you had already stopped wiping them away. It was no use because they just kept coming harder and harder as you looked at your bestfriend.

“Thank you Levi, I would’ve gone crazy looking for her back there,” you smile through the hurt.

He only hums in response to your words, letting silence fill the air. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder and his fingers move slightly to give you some comfort. It truly was a nice feeling to have someone with you right now, you might think too hard if he wasn’t here.

“I’ll give you some space-“ “no,” You cut him off, “please don’t go.”

Levi sees the hurt in your eyes. He could tell you needed someone right now even if he wasn’t much of a comforting person.

“okay,” he whispers.

He then pulls up a chair next to yours and sits with you for the next few hours in silence. It was somewhat nice, for both of you. Molly begins to stir in her sleep and your perk up. Her eyes flutter open and the first thing she sees is you and she smiles.

“We’ll look at that,” she smiles, “you’re just obsessed with me aren’t you (y/n).”

You laugh through happy tears forming in your eyes. She takes a deep breath and tries to stretch her body but the pain to still too much. She feels your grip on her hand and she squeezes at yours.

“You didn’t think i’d go out that easily did you,” she asks with a smirk on her chapped lips.

“Not for a second,” you said back almost immediately.

She lets out a small laugh at your words. For a second she did think she was going to die as a titan smacked her body mid-air, but that’s all she can remember. It was that, and then she wakes up in medical confused as hell. But seeing you made her know she definitely was okay. Her eyes scan to the figure next to you to see captain Levi. You’d told her before that you’d totally jump his bones if he let you.

“Did you screw the captain while I was out?” she asks playfully.

You and Levi’s breath hitch at her words and she can’t help but let out a laugh. It hurt her chest to laugh that hard but it also in a way made her feel better.

“Really Molly? You were just half dead a few minutes ago and that’s what you wanted to say?” You couldn’t help but laugh along with her. You’d rather her make you and the captain flustered than her be dead.

Levi couldn’t help but smile widely, but he put his head down to hide it. That day you and Levi developed a liking for each other, and both of you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this way.

The lives you each led was going to make it hard, but feelings are strong.

After an hour or so of talking to Molly she fell back asleep for some well needed rest. Levi walked with you down the hall back to your room, making small talk that was hard to even keep going.

“Thank you again Levi,” you look at him with sparkling eyes, “I’m pretty sure anyone else besides Molly would’ve let me be titan desert.”

“Of course, I would never let you be titan desert,” he mumbles the last part. He’d never heard someone refer to themselves as titan desert before, it almost made him laugh.

You stop at your door and look at his with an adoring gaze. He truly was nice looking, and incredibly brave. You wanted to be just like him, you wanted to be even stronger than him one day.

Before you could think you were leaning in to kiss his cheek. His eyes widen and his face heats up. The action rendered him speechess and he watched as your reached for the handle and opened the door before slipping in your room without another word.

He stayed in the hallway for a few seconds staring at where you just stood.

“Shit,” he whispered.

That only sparked his feelings for you further, and he knew this was the beginning of something he’d been avoiding his whole life.

Love.

[pieces-by-me]

Dying to Breath

This is my part to @geekandbooknerd​ 2k writing challenge! Again CONGRATULATIONS!! This I such huge thing and I’m so happy for you, because it is truly well deserved and I can’t wait to see where you'll go from here 🌼

Words: 2467

Warnings: Feelings of drowning? Giving up. Hopelessness, but also fluff I swear.

Summary: Ivar knew he would meet his end. Drowning while bound to a mast. But the sea had other plans for him. 

Prompt:

“I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breath” (I used slightly a slightly different version of this but it’s still in here.)

Waves crashing, rain beating on skin, wind ripping one apart.

For an instant Ivar wished he listened to his mothers words. Because at this moment he sees his own death playing out right before him. Tied up to the mast of the boat he can look past his father to the gigantic waves that build up before them. Bigger and bigger they take up the sky. And he screams.

Pain, fear, anger, hopelessness and misery all in one deafening scream that threatens to rip his throat apart. He can do nothing but watch. Nothing but wait for his death. Nothing but let the gods see him drown and laugh at him, because why should he get to go to Valhalla with a miserable death like this.

Ragnar turns around and sees the desperation in his sons eyes. He will be responsible for his death. The gods are finally done with him and they are going to take his son with him. The one he needs the most, the one that was the most important for his mission. His youngest son that didn't see the world yet.

Walking towards him Ragnar put his hand over Ivar's mouth, silencing the scream.

“Don't be afraid.” He doesn't say the words but Ivar can read them in his fathers eyes.

And so he doesn't scream. He just looks at the wave that will crash all of them and ignores the tear that slowly falls down his face. The rain from the storm masks it perfectly so he can pretend to be brave. If for one moment in his life he needs to be it, this is it. Maybe the gods will open their golden hall for him then.

So he does nothing and the wave crashed over them. Turning the boat with a power that challenges every force in Midgard. People fall overboard. Screaming for their life. They know it will do them nothing to help. Planks breaking apart as if the mighty ship was just a stick. And finally the mast breaks, the mast Ivar is so helplessly tied to. Curse Ragnar for this. This was not the way it was supposed to be. But then his mother warned him, so maybe it was.

Water pressed inside his ears. Making him hear a ringing that wasn't there. The salt burnt his eyes but he tried his best to keep them open. His hand desperately trying to undo his fathers knots but it was no use. They were to tight.

Through the haze of the water Ivar could see his father swim down and towards him. He was sinking. The measly metal constructions on his legs and the mast soaking up with water brought him closer and closer to the bottom of the ocean.

His ears getting worse by the second and he knew that Ragnar would feel the same, but still he did not give up on Ivar's bondage. But the air would run out sooner or later and the knot would not budge.

Ivar tried to show his father to save himself, but how can you do that when you can't speak or move. He had to see his father struggle all the while neither had much air in their lungs left. His father never looked so miserable and that brought Ivar a strange sense of pride. He did not do a lot in his life. How could he. But at least he brought Ragnar Lothbrok, the greatest of all the Vikings, misery beyond belief. At least that was something Ivar the Boneless could live with.

Ragnar, being older, ran out of air before his son. And even though he truly didn't want to leave him in this wet grave he had to get air. His body forced him to push away and up. With his movements he desperately tried to carry Ivar and the mast with him, yet it was no use. It was all to heavy for his broken body. And after a heavy tug Ivar slipped out of his fingers and deeper into the water.

Ivar didn't quite see when it happened but suddenly his father was gone and he knew we would be soon too. If his body was not surrounded by water he would have screamed and cursed every living thing in this world. But his air run out slowly and even if his body did not want to give up he saw the edges of his eyes turn dark. His legs, funnily enough, where the things that brought him the least amount of pain in this moment. No it was his chest.

A pressure so big he felt his body would break into two and crumble in on itself all the same time was all he could feel. It was maddening. Feeling like a caged animal, tapped inside the tiniest cage, even though nothing but the wide ocean held him back. He felt himself slipping. Giving up. And the worst part, he lost all sense of caring for it.

Even his eyes played tricks on him. How else should he explain to himself that water moving in irregular shapes right before him. It was as if smaller waves were twirling before him. Almost dancing. As if something was there. Someone. Ivar heard about Selkies. Merfolk that looked like seals but could shed their fur and become human if they wanted. But there was no seal in front of him. No it was just water dancing.

Slowly the moving water took shape of a arm. And then a hand. Stomach, shoulder, neck and head. Legs that went longer then human, until it reached feet and soon a person was floating before him. Hair that would glide through the currents as if it was guided by wind. A person made out of water. A women clearly there yet translucent to the eye. Eyes so cold they looked like molten silver. Hel must be close to taking him if his eyes played such tricks with him.

But then he not only saw but also heard something. A voice. Clear as the echos on the mountains. It sounded like nothing he heard before. A language that was not meant to be heard by humans. It sounded like birds flying though the air singing their songs. Nothing not even his air deprived brain could come up with something like that. And with the singing came another figure right before his eyes. This time a man.

Blackness made itself known around Ivar's eyes more and more and he knew he would be out of air soon. The water people circled around him. Looking at him as if they never have seen something like him. The women came closer while the men vanished into nothing but droplets and foam. Stretching her hands out towards his face. And even though he knew that he could not go anywhere he flinched away from this mysterious touch.

That did not discourage her though, as she just did it again. This time with success. She was warmer then the water around him and it brought Ivar a sense of peace. He could die here and the warm hands of this entity would sooth him on the way there. Maybe she was a helper of Hel, here to take him. But all of that vanished as he felt her lips on his and with that air entering his lungs again. Gasping into her and deepening as far as his bound body could go like his life depended on it, because it did, he stretched closer to her.

He had air again. His chest did not threaten to burst. His ears did not ring anymore. He felt weightless. Almost free. If he were on land there would be tears running down his face again. This time not out of agony but euphoria.

She still held his face in between her hands. Never letting go as her lips left his. He called for her to come back but nothing but bubbles left his mouth. So instantly he closed them again. All this must have amused her, for she laughed. A sound so magnificent he was transfixed. She looked at him as if she found an animal in the wild and was trying to decide if she should keep it. She must have found an answer because after seconds her hands left his face and she vanished just like the man.

Panic made itself known inside Ivar. But as soon as she vanished she appeared behind him again. He could feel her hands on his arms. Or more the warmth that spread there. He could not see what she did but after a while his arms were free. She freed him.

Ivar felt her arms encircle his torso and, with a strength he did not see coming, she made her way to the surface. All the while still holding him. His hands found her arm and it was strange. He could see only water that was faintly outlined by foam and light. But he felt it resisting at his touch. He could see through but not feel though her body. It was a miracle, he was sure of it.

The first breath of real air he felt as they broke through the surface was the best feeling he ever felt. Maybe close behind to the kiss he got from the being he was still in the arms of. Nevertheless it was like getting his life back with every breath he took. Clutching on the being he realized that she was now in front of him again. Looking at him as if he was the weirdest thing in the world. A smile adorned her face and it was so beautiful he knew the gods made it. She let him hug her for awhile all the while she looked at him and held him back. He felt save for the first time on the ocean.

She swam with ease. The waves that still rolled over the ocean, even if they were not so big now, did not matter to her. She found a piece of Ragnar's boat and brought Ivar to it.

'Ragnar. What happened to father.'

“My father! Where is he!” His voice was scratching and he needed three tries to get all the words out. But it didn't matter. He needed his father.

The woman looked at him and then behind him. Pointed with a tender movement behind him and Ivar turned around.

Land. He saw land. Nothing made him feel more contend. Maybe the sight of his father alive and well could make it even better. And it became better. With every stoke she took he got closer to land and closer to tiny specs of rubble. Like ants laying in the sand he could see pieces of their boat and people lying about. Ivar turned his face back to the women.

He could look at this land all he wanted but he knew she would leave soon. She was beauty personified. Flawless and pure and so enigmatic in what she even was that Ivar did truly not know. Never had he heard or seen of a being like her and the man.

The sun rose slowly over the horizon and the beams reflected inside of her as if she was made out of pure light, instead of water. And they were closer to the shore. SO close that Ivar could see his father lying in the sand. Eyes turned to the lightening sky.

He could feel that she slowed down and was about to push away from the makeshift boat when he took her hand in his. Startling her for a second before their eyes met again. A smile replaces her panicked look and she waited for him to make the next move.

But what was his next move? He just didn't want her to go yet. With a voice so small as if it came form a small boy he finally found words to say. But even though the words sounded small they held unimaginable amounts of gratitude in them

“You saved me.”

She did not answer. Ivar didn't even know if she understood a word he said. Maybe she only spoke in her voice that sounded of strange singing birds. But still he had to try.

“Why?”

A long pause followed. Still she did not utter a single word. But she did also not look away and in her eyes Ivar could see understanding. After anther pause that felt to him endless she spoke to him.

“I am air and you were dying to breath. You have something in your eyes that I did not want to see go out.”

Her hand found his left cheek again and with a push she was closer to his eyes, placing her lips on his right cheek. Letting a simple, small kiss linger on his skin and went back to the water so that only her head was out of the water.

“Farewell”

And with that she pushed him closer to the shore and dove back into the deep see. Gone just as simple as she came. His hand lingered on his right cheek, the warmth of her lips were still tingling on his skin. He was so fixated on the ocean waves that he didn't realize that the plank was now stranding the beach. The only thing that brought him out of his trance was the scratching voice of his father.

“IVAR” Distress but also the utter most relief was heard in Ragnar's voice.

“Oh my son.” He threw his arms around the boy and kissed his hair. Never was he so happy to have someone else back in his arms. “I thought you were lost in the sea. I dove back under but I could not find you and the stream would not let me away, as if I was carried by something that wasn't there to land.”

'The man. The one that vanished.' Ivar thought,

“How did you get free? How did you survive.?”

Ragnar's eyes searched Ivar's with so much emotion, tears sprung in them. A pure display of joy and relieve.

Ivar's gaze left the one of his father's and he looked back out to the sea. The sun now being higher then before and the glistening waves seemed to be waving at him goodby.

“The sea saved me.”

It was all he could say. Because she did.

Ragnar did not know what he should do with that but he didn't care. He had his son back and he didn't let him go for a while. Still holding him in his arms kissing his hair and thanking the gods that they brought him back his youngest.

He could still fulfill his plan.

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[itsdanii]

hey can i request prompt "you’re so important to me" and "you make me proud, you know that right" with osamu please? my pronouns are she/her, and i like "baby" as petname, thanks!!

Hey, bub! Thank you so much for requesting ♥️ I actually became soft when writing this. I mean, who wouldn't become soft when it's Osamu telling them he's proud of them? 🥺 Anyway, here's your request. I hope you enjoy it! Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated♥️

What the future holds

genre: comfort, fluff

warning/s: academic pressure (?), mental breakdown, mild cursing

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

prompt/s: "you're so important to me", "you make me proud, you know that right?"

ft. osamu miya, f!reader

through highs and lows, osamu will always be there to stick by your side, even if it means having to climb up a tree just to sneak inside your bedroom

You looked at the window upon hearing something which sounded like a bird tapping on a glass.

Wiping your tears with a newly opened tissue roll, you stood up and walked over the window without any hesitation, your eyes a little swollen and your cheeks having a reddish tint due to crying for almost half an hour now.

"Shitty birds," you muttered, annoyed at the fact that you were disturbed from your sad hours by a mere bird.

But when you slid the curtains to one side, you were surprised to see your boyfriend below holding a cup full of pebbles while his free hand was holding a box of what seemed like buffalo wings.

You could even see him trying to say something but due to the window acting as a barrier, you can't hear any of what he was saying.

Carefully, you slid the window up and squinted your eyes a bit to get a good look at Osamu. "I... What are you doing here, 'Samu? It's not really a good time," you said, loud enough for him to hear but hopefully not too loud to wake your parents up.

"Ya weren't replyin', baby! I brought ya somethin'!" Osamu shouted before placing his cup of pebbles to the side.

With his athletic body, he climbed his way up your room, carefully using a nearby tree as his personal ladder. Once he was up, he handed you the box of food before making his way inside and shutting the window behind him.

"I'm really lucky yer window's big enough to fit me," Osamu said as soon as he stepped in.

His gaze went over the littered tissues on the floor together with the tub of icecream and the notebook playing on your television in a low volume. "Ya were crying," he stated before walking over your figure, enveloping you in his arms without being told. "Is that why yer not replyin'?"

You could only nod in his arms, your face pressed against chest as you sniffled ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, it's just my parents," you said in a low voice before looking up at him.

Seeing your tear streaked face made his heart break. Gently, he cupped your cheek to wipe your tears away before leaning down to graze his lips on your forehead. "Ya wanna talk about it? or would ya prefer I hold ya instead in silence?"

You felt a little smile making its way to your lips, appreciating the fact that he remembered how sometimes you would prefer silence than talking about your problems. But this was Osamu we're talking about, and with Osamu, you're transparent. You were honest and you knew that he won't leave you no matter how bad is the situation you're in.

"How about you hold me as we talk?" you suggested.

Osamu was quick to nod. Bending slightly, he lifted you in his arms, his hands holding your thighs to support your weight as he carried you to the bed. He settled himself down first before laying you on top of him, your body in between his legs with your head laying against his chest.

"What happened?" he asked as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

From that simple question, you felt your eyes brim with tears as the feeling of anxiousness and heaviness in your chest awhile ago once again resurfaced. "It's just... my parents have too expectations for me. They would constantly check up on me and ask regarding my academic performance and my grades. I mean... there's nothing wrong with that, except whenever they notice a simple mistake or see something that doesn't please them, they say these shitty words to me about how I'm not good enough and how I'll end up as nobody in the future. I'm scared, 'Samu. What if-"

"Hey, baby. Listen to me okay?" Osamu wiped your tears with the back of his hand before continuing, "Nobody knows what the future holds. Ya can be the worst in yer field today and still end up one of the best in the future or the other way around. What they say is not what ya are. Yer good enough, the best even, and whatever happens or whatever yer parents say, ya have me. I'll be with ya all the way so please don't be too harsh on yerself. Ya make me proud, ya know that right?"

You nodded silently and leaned your cheek into his hand, allowing his touch to give you some sense of comfort.

As you sobbed, Osamu could only stare at you and rub your back with his free hand, a worried expression visible in his eyes as he hoped that you'll soon feel better. "Yer so important to me that I hate the sight of ya cryin'," he whispered.

When your cries had finally settled into small hiccups, Osamu placed his hand on your jaw, angling your face to look at him. "I love ya so much. Never ferget that."

"I love you too," you answered without hesitation.

And as the night went on, Osamu continued to hold you, his fingers gently massaging your scalp to help you fall asleep better. The low murmurs of the characters from the movie filled the room, yet none of you cared since no matter the place you're in, you were at peace because you had each other.

a/n: i felt this one on another level 😔

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Yamaguchi + "I-um... Can I hold your hand?" + They/them pronouns + babe/honey as petnames

[daddy-chiluc]

Sing You To Sleep | Chiluc Week Day 2

College AU/Only one bed/preforming arts

Chiluc Fluff | M/M

TW: Explicit Language

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“This is absolutely not happening.” He whispered under his breath, nails biting into his palms as he marveled at the vast room before him. The view of the city was beautiful, the balcony promising endless nights of twinkling lights and gorgeous starry skies. A full sized bed in the centre of the room lured him forwards, gently laying down his violin case to succumb to the soft sheets of the bed.

He took in a deep breath, relaxing as the faintest of smiles shyly touched his lips. The warmth of the linens was enough to almost lull him to sleep. To his dismay, a knock rang through the small room just as his eyes began to close. Hesitantly, he sat up, walking to the door to find his professor and a classmate behind him. Childe.

“Mister Ragnvindr,” he nodded, turning to present the out of breath ginger than gave a cheeky grin, monster and guitar case in hand, “Due to the sudden addition to the performances this week and lack of available rooms, Ajax here will be sharing this room with you for the remainder of this week.” And there goes his brief moment of relaxation. Gone within seconds.

Of course he’d be the one to pair with him. There had been an odd amount of people who had signed up for the trip to the Mondstadt Theatre, well known judges and critics there to give them feedback and training before their big show by the end of the week. He just so happened to get the short end of the stick and be the only person with their own room. It was nice for the five minutes it lasted.

It was rather rude the way Professor Zhongli had pushed him into the hotel room — his eyebrows stuck in a permanent state of irritation with each twitch as he tried to keep a friendly smile. Childe had stumbled in, eyes wide and glued to the guitar case, stickers and writing covering the case. They looked like…children drawings? Perplexed, Diluc saw it fit to ignore the matter for now.

“Hey…uhm,” a subtle hint of pink dusted along the other’s cheeks, stretching to his ears, “You’re that violin player right? With the solo this week?”

“Yeah, what about it?” His voice was heavy and almost intimidating…if it wasn’t for his beauty.

“I just thought…well, I…you’re just really cool.” He stuttered, his voice soft as he scratched at his bird’s nest of hair. It was rather endearing the way he was so…so shy around him. Typically he’d see him causing some form of ruckus at the college, in the middle of class. Always having crazy ideas to try different notes here and there, different instruments in one piece and another singer in this piece. Yet, when it came to Diluc’s performances and practices, he’d be silent. Dead silent, eyes wide in a childish wonder and fascination that always confused Diluc. It confused him to a point he’d try to ignore it but no matter how hard he tried, he’d always be there, eyes sparkling in amazement in the corner of his eye.

“Thank you.” It was blunt, quick and straight to the point. He wasn’t in the mood to dwell on such pitiful small talk. It annoyed him, wasted his time…not that he had anything to do to begin with. To be honest, for some reason, the other had annoyed him. Annoyed him so much so he found himself rolling his eyes subconsciously.

“…There’s only one bed.” Horrified, Diluc’s head turned to look at the full sized bed that once promised peaceful nights, now mock him. It mocked him as the faint sounds of car horns blared in the background, drowned out by his anxiety that prickled and pinched at his skin, “I can sleep on the floor.” His kindness was a harsh stab to his gut. Of course he had to be this nice to him after he berates him in the deepest corners of his mind.

“It’ll be alright, we’ll just put a pillow in between us.” Him and his stupid puppy dog eyes guilt tripping him and making him feel bad. Fuck him for being cute. Diluc’s cheeks flushed a deep red at the sudden thought. Surely not. No. Absolutely not. There was no way he found Childe cute.

He found Childe cute.

Earlier that afternoon he had bought them food, insisting on buying the most expensive food he could find, and coming back with enough food to hold them over until dinner. He’d gone off to explore, giving Diluc the option to go with…and when he returned, he came in with bags in multiple sizes, an elated grin plastered on his face.

“This is for you!” He handed him a bag and inside it was a numerous amount of keychains — animals all in the color red and a little rose keychain inside, “I didn’t know what to get you.” There were a lot of red items, a dog, cat, pheonix, a slime, you name it, it was probably buried in the vast amounts of knick knack items. He remembered trying to give them back, desperately trying to get him to take them back…yet he insisted he keep them. So he had, attaching the phoenix keychain to his violin case.

When night came he was more than anxious. His heart would thump in his chest, his mind busy with far too many what ifs and possibilities for sleep to come easy. Surely he knew he detested him. Why else would he go off and spend his money on such intricacies? It didn’t make any sense. He was sure he disliked him. Of course, his…assumption was quickly disproven.

With fiery cheeks and wide scarlet eyes, he caught glimpse of Ajax — black sweats with droplets of water streaming against every dip and crevice of his upper body. He could hear a faint wince, the sound muffled by the towel he used to dry his hair. The pull and twitch of every muscle didn’t aid Diluc in stilling his heart and gathering his breath.

“Sorry about that,” he laughed, his voice light and airy as he headed to his shirt, discarded and almost forgotten on the floor, “Dropped it on my way over,” Slipping it on, it was rather baggy, the sleeves coming down to his elbows as he yawned.

“Right, I’ll…” he paused, cerulean blue eyes gazing down at him, “I’m gonna go down to the lobby to see if they sell tea…you can head to bed if you’d like.” He smiled softly, his kindhearted demeanor — far calmer than his normal chaotic self — was rather off putting. It made Diluc’s spine shiver with anxiety and his skin rise with goosebumps. He watched as he headed out the door and for a brief moment, he wasn’t sure what to do with his freedom.

Deciding to wear a faded, gray sweater and black shorts, he turned off most of the lights, leaving on the desk light for when Ajax had returned. Undoing his hair tie, he crawled beneath the sheets, letting his weight sink into the soft mattress. He wasn’t sure how long he was alone in the hotel room, but he heard the soft click of the door opening, the lights twinkling and distant sound of cars driving below not doing much to overpower the quiet noise to ease his worry.

He could hear every step he took — they were hesitant and quiet, almost scared to move in fear of waking him up. Truthfully, Ajax had never been more terrified. Part of him wanted to check and make sure he was asleep, but he knew if he had, he wouldn’t be able to look away. Diluc Ragnvindr was beautiful. Far beautiful than anyone he’s ever laid eyes on…so to even be allowed to sleep beside him doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t feel like he should. So his best bet?

His acoustic guitar. It would be loud, without a doubt, but he’d play it out on the balcony and keep the door shut. It wouldn’t do much but it would be enough. So, undoing the clasps of his case, his fingers running over the pictures Teucer, Anthon and Tonia drew for him, he gently picked up his acoustic from it’s case as he slipped outside.

Sitting outside, he let himself be soothed by the gentle breeze, the pads of his fingers coming to rest flat against the strings before he strummed, checking each string to tune them before mindlessly playing. It didn’t take much, it was almost second nature. He could stare off and simply play, his calloused hands having a mind of their own.

There were numerous questions that poked and prodded at Diluc’s mind, all of which he chose to ignore in favor of listening to him play. The sound was beautiful, he couldn’t help but get swept up within its current, letting it drag him into a sense of security he hadn’t felt in quiet sometime. Minus how rambunctious Ajax could be at times…he was rather relaxed.

Choosing to set that aside for now, he could smell the aroma of the tea, chamomile, as it’s scent filled the rather small space. Leaving the comforting, warm embrace of the bedsheets, he covered his hands in the sweater as he carried the scalding hot cup of tea out to him. The slide of the door was enough to grab his attention and he swore he could feel his heart almost jump out of his throat.

He was stunning. Too cute for him to handle in all honesty. His hair a fountain of red as his locks began to shine under the city lights. Part of him desperately wanted to run his fingers through his hair, braid it, brush even if he was just cradling his head, he’d be satisfied.

“Your tea will get cold.” His voice was quiet. Very quiet. Almost out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was because of how tired he was.

“I didn’t wake you did I?”

“No, it takes me awhile to sleep. You didn’t wake me up.” His kindness felt out of place. Sudden. Ajax wasn’t sure what to make of it, he was so used to Diluc giving him the cold shoulder, it was different having him treat him like this.

“Let me sing for you?” It was abrupt as he gulped, his jaw clenched as he searched those scarlet eyes. From where he sat he couldn’t see a single sign of hatred or resentment.

“Sing for me?” Ajax nodded, as he gently set the guitar against the wall.

“I could help you sleep tonight. Only if you’re okay with that though.” Diluc knew why he accepted his offer, he just wasn’t ready to accept it yet. Ajax wasn’t a bad person…he was just…Ajax. There wasn’t much else he could say. Maybe he just needed to hang around with him for a little while longer and get to know him better. This seemed like a nice start though. For now.

Crawling back into the warm linens of the sheet, his hair pooled around him as the soft pillows sunk under his head. The taller male slid in beside him, practically melting into the warmth of the bed as the comforter covered them both.

“Any requests?” He smiled, the small pull in his lips reminding Diluc that yes, he was in fact sharing a rather small bed with Ajax.

“I don’t care, so long as they aren’t children lullabies,” he grumbled, fingers twisting in the bed sheets as his eyes fluttered shut from time to time. Turning on his side more, Childe studied him, thinking briefly before lying on his back. It was just to help him sleep, he wouldn’t get onto him about form would he? All well, guess he’ll found out in the morning.

“Fly me to the moon sound good to you?” He whispered as he turned his head. His breath catching in his throat. He was relaxed, his cheek resting against his palm as he hummed. The faint blue lights seemed to make his skin glow even more.

“Yeah…,” he whispered as his shoulders sank forward. So that’s what he did, he sang for him. His face burning bright enough to light up the room as tiny snores soon filled the room. He didn’t mean for his eyelids to get so heavy. For him to fall asleep next to him, the promise of a pillow to separate them quickly forgotten as they bathed in each other’s warmth.

“In other words…,” he mumbled as his heavy arm came down to wrap around his waist, “In…other words….”, he voice became a hushed whisper, eyes falling shut as the end of the song rang in his head.

I love you.

*

Waking in a panic to find himself cuddled beneath Ajax, he shoved him off the bed, a loud thud ringing through the room.

“Ow! Fucking shit—!” Curses and a mix of Russian spewed from his mouth as he held his head.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Diluc’s panic didn’t ease as he groaned, laying flat against the floor.

“Just…just give me a moment,” he sighed, laying flat against the floor.

“C’mon and sit on the bed, I’ll go get ice for your head.”

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           ❤  𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑁, 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 ❤  

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bella swan x fem! reader. 

lowercase intended.

this story takes place during new moon. also, i love edward cullen as much as i love bella swan but in this story, edward cullen has no rights. 

me and my homies all fucking HATE new moon edward cullen. 

anyways, if you like this, please give it a 'like' and tell me if you like it because it'll mean the world to me :( 

thank you and enjoy!! WARNINGS:  smut. there's not a lot of it, it's mainly just oral and somewhat dirty talk. again, not a whole lot of anything, really. it's mainly fluff with somewhat smut. idk??? either way. i hope yall like it.

(y/n) stirred in her sleep, the floor  below her squeaking loudly due to her  continuous movements. she couldn't stop squirming around, couldn't get comfortable in the slightest, no matter how much she tried to do so.  (y/n) tried her best but didn't - couldn't - succeed. she was constantly stirring as she tried to rest.. no matter what position she tried, no matter how many melatonin gummies she had previously taken before as well, nothing seemed to work. both her thoughts and heart were racing, she knew they wouldn't stop or slow down any time soon, either.    they kept going, running and running, it was as if her thoughts were a horse, racing to the finishing line but the finishing line was so far away, so out of reach, she couldn't seem to catch up to it. as for her heart, it was hammering away against her chest, rapidly.    though, she knew it was physically impossible, (y/n) swore her best friend - bella swan - could hear (y/n)'s heartbeat drumming and jack hammering against her chest. but all was silent in the room, other than the faint snores drifting away from bella's lips and (y/n)'s heavy breathing. the thoughts that clouded her mind were nothing but pure filth, such sinful things that'd make even the devil red in the face and cause him to go speechless.   all these thoughts were about bella, too. (y/n) knew it was wrong to think such thoughts about your best friend, especially one who just went through a break up not too long ago but she couldn't help herself.   truth be told, she always did have an attraction to her best friend, ever since the two were children, actually, (y/n) always had a crush on bella.   

of course, she didn't know what those feelings were as a kid, she just thought bella was pretty the way flowers were and the way the sky was when it'd drastically change colors, have it be a sunset or a sunrise, it didn't matter because they were a beautiful sight to her, as was bella.   The marriage of warm honey hues and deep caramels spun  in bella's eyes,  her brown hair was long and wavy,  it   flowed  so smoothly down over her shoulders and across her back.  

as of the moment, however, her hair was a bird's nest and in every other angle, strands of hair poked out from her sleeping, restless face. it actually made (y/n) giggle faintly as she bent forward, sneaking a peek at her best friend. 

she had done this every other time within the night, sneaking a glance, here and there, just to watch how beautiful she slept - how peaceful she looked.  but  (y/n) also was quick to lay back down against the sleeping bag she was  oh so, uncomfortably sleeping in. the moment bella rolled over and shifted in her sleep, she'd be quick to shut her eyes and play pretend, afraid of bella waking up and seeing her, gawking at her, googly eyes and a lovestruck expression across her face.  she didn't want bella to think she was a total creep, for gazing  at her like that, especially as the girl was elsewhere within her own state of mind, more than likely, dreaming of her ex boyfriend, edward, too.  the reason they were having this sleepover, anyways, was because charlie - bella's dad - suggested it. said that bella could use a friend, especially with edward getting up and walking out on her for whatever, given reason that may be, nobody expect bella knew. and even then, bella didn't say anything about it. she kept quiet. but even then, no words needed to be spoken, bella's expressions and body language were more than enough of a dead giveaway; she was still so hung up about the cullen boy. 

at least, this is what (y/n) thought. everyone in forks thought that. expect, as she's thinking about bella, lost in her own thoughts, she hears a faint whimper, coming above her. eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip tugged between her teeth, (y/n) sits up and at first, she hesitates, wondering if she should wake bella up herself or go and get charlie. charlie warned her that bella was having nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night, she'd yell on the top of her lungs and cry until there were no tears left.  expect, before she could make that decision, she hears the whimpers growing louder, thus giving her the explanation and the answer to the question she had yet asked. bella wasn't having a night terror, no, instead she was touching herself. and she was touching herself to (y/n).  "a-ah.... oh... (y/n)..." bella's voice is hoarse, groggy, it's as if she had just woken up.   (y/n) felt foolish  for not having picked up on the sudden noises before but there they were - the faint buzzing and the soft, slick sound of bella pleasuring herself with said toy.  once she recognized the sound, she couldn't unhear it. (y/n)  now, having known what it exactly was that she was doing, she could hear it a little too well.  it sent her own core throbbing, begging to be touched.  the thin layer of cloth she wore around her thighs, a poor excuse of a pair of panties if you ask her, began to leak with (y/n)'s arousal.  but there, she lay, as stiff as a board, unable to move.  until she heard bella's voice. then and only then, did she feel her heart begin to pick back up with speed  and the butterflies that she desperately tried to hide began to flutter and fly deep within her stomach, sending an endless amount of feelings to flood her.  "(y/n)? i know you're awake... i know you can hear me. i can practically read your thoughts, too. read you like a book. i've known you since, well... forever." bella giggled but her voice cracked, giving away at the last sentence she spoke, it was as if she was on the verge - the edge  - of coming undone. and completely oblivious to the fact, bella was, indeed, on the edge of an orgasm. and she needed  (y/n). now, more than ever, she needed her best friend.  "i know you want me, (y/n). i won't lie, either, i want you too... and i also know you want my pretty pussy as much as i want yours."   (y/n)'s breath hitches in her throat and she solemnly  swears her heart stops beating.  fully sitting up, her (e/c)  eyes meet with bella's hazel ones. "are you sure? you aren't just saying this because-" bella shook her head, quick to reply before (y/n) could even mention her ex boyfriend's name. bella didn't want to hear about him. not now, not ever again. he broke her heart but here (y/n) was, always there to pick bella up when she fell. bella, herself, felt like an idiot for not realizing her feelings sooner.  yes, she loved edward, and a little piece of her always probably would love him.  and yes, she'll also think about the endless possibilities  that could have happened in the future with edward but.... 

as she looked at her best friend, bella realizes that she'd rather remain as a mortal and die, loving this girl than love an immortal who left, even after claiming he loved her and wanted to spend forever with her.  

she'd rather be with (y/n) the girl who never gave up on her, even in the most difficult times.   this was her forever. and as dull and depressing as a human may be, especially one so scared of dying, bella wasn't afraid anymore. being with (y/n) made her feel alive. 

and again, she'd die, happily, as long as it meant (y/n) was by her side throughout it all.  

both bella and (y/n) knew, too, nothing would ever tear them apart. no matter what, they'd always be together.

 friendship or relationship, at the end of the day, it'll always be them.  "yes. i'm sure. i'm positive. i want you now more than ever. i.... well, i've been thinking about it for awhile. often, i should say.... you're the only friend  - only person - who has remained by my side, not just with this breakup but even when i lived thousands and thousands of miles away. you sent me letters and packages.... hell,  when i told you i finally got a laptop. you were the first person in my inbox.  you sent me multiple emails, all of which mainly contained of nothing expect, 'i miss you's.' 

you were always there for me. and even now, even when i had pushed you away for a boy who could care less about me, you were there. i love you, (y/n). and i am so sorry it took me so long before to realize."  by the time, bella was done talking, (y/n) scrambled up on her feet (she nearly fell in the progress, too) and pushed bella down against the bed, instantly crashing her lips on the other girl's. smiling in the kiss, bella happily kisses back, murmuring a soft, "i love you," against (y/n)'s lips. "and i love you." (y/n) replied. the kiss was short, simple and sweet. it would have lasted longer and  bella was upset when (y/n) had pulled away  but (y/n) giggles softly and explains why she ended the kiss so soon, so quickly.  "what did you say earlier, by the way? you know.... about me, wanting that pretty pussy of yours? is that offer still on the table, bell?" (y/n) whispered, seduction easing its way into the words she spoke. bella shuddered, feeling her nipples harden and her cunt throb as (y/n) talked.    "y-yes." bella stammered, blushing deeply as she chewed on her bottom lip. "will you? please? 'm still so wet." bella continued, the blush on her cheeks only growing a deeper and darker red as she confessed this.  

 in one swift movement, bella holds the toy up, proving her statement. the toy was small, no bigger than her and (y/n)'s fingers combined.  the only light in the room, other than the faint glimmer and glow of the lights hung up above bella's bed was the pale light of the moon, peaking out from the curtains. even with little to no light, (y/n) could tell the toy was soaked with bella's wetness.  "lay on your back. spread your legs for me, want to see your full pussy on display for me. won't you do that for me, bells? be my good girl and show me your cute cunt?" 

 like earlier, bella shuddered at (y/n)'s words and throwing the comforter off of her, she gets cozy and lays on the mattress, her breathing heavy as she watched (y/n) spread her legs apart and before she can even register what's happening, she feels the soft but wet tip of (y/n)'s tongue in between her folds.  "oh." bella mewled, throwing her head back against the pillows behind her head.  edward never touched her, other than a few awkward kisses, here and there. he  always said he was too scared he'd hurt her. how ironic, being the fact he still managed to hurt her by leaving her. not so much in the bedroom because they never got around to it. but he was gone now and (y/n) was here,  showing and proving that she was better than that heartless, and undead son of a bitch.  "(y/n) please..." bella whimpered, tugging on her lower lip harder as she felt (y/n)'s tongue go deeper inside. a moan leaves her lips before she could say anything else.     (y/n), taking her clit  in her mouth, bella squeals with delight and surprise at the sudden action.  "oh, fuck, yes~!"  bella moans, throwing her head back, her hand finds its way into (y/n)'s hair, curling her fingers around the stray few pieces that slip between her fingertips.  "eat me out, baby, just like that.  you like that, hm? like the taste of your best friend's cunt on your tongue?  fucking devour it, baby, eat me out as if i'm your last meal. oh, (y/n)!!" bella's voice grew louder, more needy, by the second. (y/n) as quick as ever, flicks her tongue again and again, over and over,  against bella's clit, her lips hollow over her womanhood and she licks all around, taking in bella's juice like a cum slut she was.  

bella seemed to enjoy it, with the way she was withering and shaking above her. there's that, of course,  and her, growing wetter the more (y/n)'s tongue and lips hover over her cunt. so,  there was the answer to the question she had yet asked. being the ultimate tease, however, (y/n) pulls back and replaces her tongue with the toy that bella used earlier, slipping it in easily as the wetness of herself continues to leak out.  "oh, fuck!" bella exclaims, she's quick to cover her mouth with the palm of her hand,  however, reminding herself that her father was downstairs, more than likely, passed out on the couch with a repeat of last year's game on the screen. if he had heard her yelling, (thanks for that, edward) he'd be quick to run up the stairwell, careful on his feet so he wouldn't trip and  he'd burst through the door, seeing if his daughter was okay and if she needed him like all the other times he had heard her, screaming and hollering.  of course, if that were the case; he'd see bella, being eaten out by her best friend, tears of pleasure and satisfaction rolling down her cheeks, bottom lip clamped between her teeth, all while (y/n)'s face was full of her pussy, her chin glistening with her juices.  as her one hand covered her mouth, her other had left (y/n)'s hair and was digging into the comforter, her nails digging into the flower printed fabric. 

"that's it, baby, yes, yes, oh, FUCK.  fuck me like that, please, don't stop, oh please, don't stop."  bella's words ran together as she was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. the slur in her speech made it seem as if she were drunk, more than anything. "fuck me like a whore, (y/n), please... want you. need you so bad. 'wan be a good girl for you and cum just for you, babygirl, please."  more than happy to do so, (y/n) does exactly that.  removing the toy, (y/n) replaces the opening of bella's cunt with her fingers, pumping her fingers back and forth; in and out. she does this while shoving her face back in between bella's thighs.   meanwhile, bella bucks her hips into her best friend's mouth, her lips falling down into a little 'o' shape as  the familiar heat pools in the bottom of her stomach and continues to build. her teeth clench together as her feet arch up and her toes curl downward. "oh god.... oh, (y/n).. i'm coming!"  bella's words, like earlier, have not changed because the palm of her hand was still clamped over her mouth, therefore the words that left her lips were muffled.    as the girl rides out her high, the other gal remained in the same position, licking and swallowing all the cum that bella just let loose, happily slurping it up.  the girl below was obviously messy.    even in the dim lighting of the room, bella could see her best friend's face was covered with her own  arousement, it  was dripping  from her lips and her own wetness - she noticed - was sticking to her underwear and was beginning to leak, the drip sticking to her thighs. had she really came, untouched? 

the thought made bella hornier, if that were even possible.   "was that okay?" (y/n) was the first one to speak up and her voice came out in a whisper. it took bella a moment or two to process the words and piece them together. giggling, bella is quick to sit up and crawl over, pinning (y/n) to the bed and kissing her. 

"baby, that was wonderful... you made me feel so fucking good so great. i love you so much." (y/n), hearing bella confess this, squeals with happiness as she kisses her best friend - girlfriend? - back, smiling widely into the kiss as they lay there, lovingly interlocking lips with one another. "but..." bella pulls away, her cheeks flushing as she continues with her sentence, "how about me? can i have a taste of you?" goosebumps prickle her skin  at the question and eagerly, (y/n) nods and grips onto bella's arm, her fingernails digging into her skin as she practically begs for it. 

she needed this so bad. 

wanted bella so bad since all those summer's ago.  "please, bella..."  giggling and smiling - oh, how (y/n) loved seeing her smile, especially knowing she was the reason behind it -  bella nods as she trails down, opening (y/n)'s legs and doing the exact same thing that (y/n) just did. "oh... bella..."  *~* 

throughout the night, bella and (y/n) took turns, pleasing and pleasuring the other. soft, gentle whispers of 'i love you's' left their lips at any given chance, at any free moment they had.  by the end of the night, bella forgot all about edward cullen, all she could think about was (y/n). 

 as for (y/n) she was - though, she wouldn't dare say this to her best friend -

(well, girlfriend) 

(bella asked if it was okay if they put that label on themselves and (y/n) laughed and pulled her into a passionate yet hungry kiss, "i've been waiting forever for you to ask me... yes, bella, i'd love to be your girlfriend.") 

but she was glad edward was out of the picture, too. 

(the two girls came out to charlie the next morning and completely unfazed, he nods and presses a steaming cup of coffee to his lips, sipping on it slowly before he spoke,  “at least you know you have my approval.” 

charlie, too, was more than happy to see edward gone and out of the picture. he liked (y/n) a lot better, anyways.) 

[cozycryptidcorner]

Potamoi (Greek River God) x Reader (sfw)

A commission for the wonderful and kind @atalantaroars! She wanted a meet-cute with the monster match I wrote for her awhile ago. Hope you all enjoy the hunky water boi as much as I did creating him!

There are two options for you today: hike a trail, or go one more week in the stifling silence of your house and go absolutely insane. It doesn’t take much mental convincing to pack up a little backpack with snacks and water, waking up while the sun is barely more than a hint in the sky. This might not be your usual mode of operation, to drop everything and spend time out in nature despite whatever responsibilities you still have at home, but you’ve been pushed to the fucking brink lately and need to spice things up.

There’s an unmistakable scent of growth the moment you step out of your car, one that calls your body forward as if you say welcome home. You take in a few long, deep breaths, trying to let the cold morning air medicate your soul in the only way nature can, a deep sense of relaxation overcoming your mind and body as you try to clear your worries away. Only when you feel mentally ready to take on the hike, do you approach the entrance of the nature reserve.

A large, wooden board is painted with the many different trails you can take, all winding around the mountain range, labeled with various symbols that indicate difficulty levels. While you don’t think you could manage one of the more difficult ones, you also think you might not find much fulfillment in one of the easier paths, so you settle for one a bit in the middle. This trail should wrap around one of the valleys, following the main river that brings life to a neighboring town, one fed by the melting snow from the tips of the higher peaks.

Everything is quiet, peaceful, you don’t see anyone else as you begin to walk the trail, basking in the sunlight before it’s drowned out by the towering trees. Birds chirp as you continue on, sticking close to the side of the matted dirt, right where vegetation dares to attempt growing. Wildflowers dot the side of the hill as the earth swells upward, white, light blue, and yellow smattering color amidst the green. The air is almost shockingly different from what you’re used to, your body is trying to compensate for the freshness, but it doesn’t quite know how yet.

When you take a break, the sun is already high in the sky, sweat now beading down your forehead. The water you carelessly packed tastes divine, you have to be careful not to drink too much or too fast, saving most of it for later. You even eat your lunch when you get to a pile of rocks that work as a table and seat, the flat, elevated surface perfect for tossing your food onto without worrying about it falling off.

Once you are satisfied that you’ve explored the trail as long as you desire, you decide that it’s about time to head back. Even though your path into the forest seemed straightforward and easy to remember, there are suddenly several branching paths that you didn’t even realize you passed just moments before… which isn’t good, to say the least. Biting your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, you try to logic yourself into taking the one that seems like it blends seamlessly into the trail you’re walking.

Or maybe it would be best to keep going in the direction you were already heading, after all, the trails are supposed to loop around and head back to the parking lot, the keyword here being eventually. Some of them are supposed to take a seasoned hiker a full day, and you don’t remember how long this certain one is going to take because you had decided previously that you would turn back anyways.

Letting out a breath, you decide that it might be a better option to take the more straightforward path instead of risk getting lost, so you tighten the straps of your backpack and keep walking. As you go, you think about how best to ration what’s left of your water, in case you’re in for a much longer hike than you initially anticipated because you’re not sure if you can realistically make it.

You take another well-needed rest after a long while, trying to close your eyes and chill out, trying to find the same solace in nature that you felt earlier in the morning. Instead of that same, peaceful aura that settled around your body in a soft, gentle wave, you only feel more tense and anxious as you did before. The sounds of the forest are no longer warm and inviting, the screech of cicada is now like a hard, ugly accusation, the occasional snapping of twigs don’t fill your heart up with the thought of life, and the sky’s tone seems to turn almost a hateful gray as the sun makes an almost hasty descent.

Up ahead, there’s a river, and if you remember correctly, civilization is often downstream. Letting out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest, you look down at the water, internally fighting over what you should do. After a long moment of contemplation, you decide to stick to the trail, but just as you take a step on the crunching gravel, you spot someone over by the water. To say you almost tripped over yourself to get to them wouldn’t be an understatement; you almost bite the dust before you were able to catch your balance.

After regaining your stability and taking a second look, you realize with no small amount of shock that the man appears to not only be petting a deer but also… talking to it? You can hear the voice he uses on it, soft, soothing tones, clearly offering comfort of some kind. Whatever he is doing must be working, because the deer slowly stops thrashing about, it’s squeaking cries slowly dissipating as it seems to melt back into a state of calm.

Even though his back is towards you, he seems to sense your presence, because there’s an underlying tenseness in his body posture. Once the deer doesn’t seem too anxious anymore, he says, without so much as turning around, “I know you’re out there, at least do me the service of showing your face.”

“Um,” you say, after a moment unsure of what else to do, but introduce yourself, “hi. I’m very lost right now.”

When he doesn’t immediately respond, you wonder if he maybe was referencing some other person that is also hiding in the woods?

“I suspected,” he pets at a deer you hadn’t noticed prior, glancing up at you only after he manages to calm the creature down from its initial panic, “we don’t get a lot of your kind out this deep in the forest.”

“Er,” you look over at the deer, who seems to be regarding you with the utmost suspicion, “yeah, I wasn’t really planning on coming this deep into the forest, either. But, like, if you could point me in the direction of the parking lot, or literally any major highway, that would be absolutely fantastic.”

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s a massive, as in, you knew he was large for a man when you approached him, but you’re just now processing it all. He very well could be some kind of action movie star, his muscles, face shape, and stature all suggest that he’s very, very important, and you should pay attention to everything he says. As you watch him, he seems to look upwards at the sky, brow furrowed as though doing many mental calculations, then sighs.

“You won’t be able to leave this pocket of the forest until morning,” he says, releasing his steady hand on the deer’s flank.

“Um, what?” You aren’t sure if you heard him correctly, but you’re pretty certain he did not tell you that you can’t leave. “How is that even supposed to work? I came in through the main trail, surely there’s a way back.”

“Not once the sun is no longer in the sky.” He picks up a stick from the nearby banks, and now you realize that while his lower half is in the water, it’s not… it’s not human colors, more like… a kaleidoscope of some kind? Like he’s wearing those fancy mermaid tails, the kind you can buy off the internet, except what reason could he possibly have to wear one in the middle of a forest? “You will have to wait for night to run its course before you can return.”

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s not how basic geography works,” you say, tensing at the thought of spending however many hours the sun is gone out in the wilderness.

“It has nothing to do with basic geography, and you will do well to heed my words,” the man almost snaps, only marginally restraining himself from sounding rude. “This part of the forest encloses once the sun sinks below the horizon, and opens when it returns. It is this way to protect what little of Gaia’s children are left from your kind.”

You swallow nervously, not believing him in the slightest, so you think over your options in the meantime. There isn’t a lot for you to work with, your phone has no signal, and using your flashlight will eat up the battery fast than you might be able to find your way back to the main trail. Still, you’d rather be apart from him, even though he hasn’t given you any weird vibes beyond the obvious, you don’t want to be stuck here with him overnight.

So you do what you think is best, turning around and heading back for the trail, except there isn’t any trail. And by that, even though you were just walking on a gravel pathway barely more than five minutes ago, and you know it was in this direction, it’s nowhere to be found. Sucking in your breath, you close your eyes and count to ten, then whirl around and march back to where the man still lounges, halfway in the stream.

Trying to keep your voice from wobbling, you ask, “can you please point me to the regular trail? I think I… um, misplaced it.”

He pokes the water with the stick without looking at you, “you won’t find it until sunrise.”

Swallowing thickly, you try to say without trembling, “I don’t understand.”

With a sigh, he turns to the sandy banks, using the stick to draw a rudimentary chart, and in the dying light of dusk, you can manage to make out what he’s trying to convey. “This is the land of Gaia,” he draws out a circle, “which is the world you are familiar with. It is the physical plane at its most fundamental levels, meat and bone and blood grow and churn within the earth mother and her offspring. This land- this forest, is not a part of Gaia’s form,” here, her draws another bubble, halfway in the larger circle, halfway out, “halfway physical, but able to separate as it needs to. Do you understand?”

“Not really,” you say, trying to be truthful, and still just as anxious and frightened as ever.

He lets out a frustrated breath and tries to reiterate, “this separate pocket of world that can be hidden away or entirely separated on its own, and closes itself off once the sun sets. You must have stumbled over the boundaries while you were wandering, did you end up seeming to go around in circles on paths that don’t make any sense?”

Oh, god. “I- yes.”

“Exactly what I thought.” There’s a shimmering glimmer in your periphery, and you realize that his lower half is, in fact, a tail. “I’m sorry to inform you that you’re just going to be stuck here overnight.”

You feel absolutely defeated, miserable, broken, because how the hell are you supposed to be handling this now? Apparently, you’re trapped in some sort of fucking pocket dimension, and you can’t do anything about it, and the only other person here to help you is some sort of merman who seems less than pleased to be in your presence.

“So I just… wait here?” You’re doing your best to not cry, goddamnit. No fucking tears. In the meantime, you’re digging around your backpack for your can of bear spray, of which should completely wreck the man should he try to make the wrong move.

“I suppose,” he softens, just a bit, “you can stay here with me, because there are things roaming these woods that wouldn’t dare approach you so long as I am here.”

Oh, wonderful. “That would be nice,” you mumble, plopping yourself onto a rock, folding your legs up and making yourself seem small.

The woods are never really silent, so even though the two of you share no conversation, there is a background filled to the brim with dozens of different noises. Nocturnal creatures begin to creep out of their homes, an owl hooting just close enough for you to make out its specific call, crickets still chirping despite the descent of the sun, and the crunching of stray twigs and leaves upon the ground suggests a silent stalker. You’re suddenly thrilled to have accepted this odd man’s offer to stay by his side for the night.

The stars blink down, twinkling in the sky, almost like each individual eyes staring down at you from above. You remember that Ancient Greeks believe that each cluster used to be a living thing- Caster and Pollux, Cassiopea, Orion, and so on, people who died and then ascended into the sky to watch the earth below. You wonder if they are like guardians, keeping the inhabitants of the ground safe from anything that lurks in the depths of the void above, or if they are merely passing observers to whatever happens around them, trapped in time.

“So,” you swallow almost painfully, trying to make some conversation, “how do you know so much about the way this, um, pocket dimension thing works?”

“I told you that Gaia herself is protecting her children,” he says, not impatiently, nor unkindly. “The last effort to keep Prometheus’ biggest mistake at bay.”

“Right, of course,” you say, not believing him in the very slightest. “And you live here, then? With the blessings of Gaia?”

“Of course,” he says it like there’s no other possibility, “she looks after her children.”

“And I’m just a spawn of Prometheus?” You say it with some amount of humor, poking at his weird explanations, but he takes it seriously.

“Even if there are those here who would have you killed, just to chew your bones between their teeth and taste your blood. I will not allow that to happen.”

“Oh,” you say, trying not to sound awkward about it, “thank you.”

Silence follows, and you hear some crunching of leaves accompanying the water trickling through its creek. Still, you’d rather not spend the night in awkward silence, so you chew your bottom lip and try to quickly come up with something else to talk about. Anything. You wonder if he might know about modern devices, or if he would even care, but you need to reassure yourself now that it’s too dark to see that he’s still there.

As though reading your thoughts, he speaks first. “Tell me about your home.”

Relief fills your veins, so you do. You spill your guts like you’re at a confessional and it’s your death day, opening up every single crevice of your life back in reality and letting it pour out of your mouth like a broken dam. Where you were born, where you lived, where you moved, school, the people who went to school, friends, families, enemies. Not necessarily in that order, the night goes so shockingly fast that you barely keep track of what you’ve already said. You tell him about cities, about corporations, about countries, about charities. Humanity at both its best and its worst, and even what happens in between.

He’s a good listener, too, offering questions here and there, following your train of thought even though sometimes it doesn’t even make sense to you. He seems to be able to pick up on any gaps of logic you’ve forgotten to say, asking for clarification on some things, wishing for more detail on others, even requesting information about kingdoms you know haven’t existed for hundreds of years. And… better yet, he seems to enjoy talking to you.

“So,” you say, putting on your jacket to fight the biting night chill, “does this part of the forest happen every single night?”

“Yes,” he says, and you may be imagining it, but you think there might be some kind of tone of relief in his voice. “Yes, the forests merge every day, only to part during the night.”

“Theoretically, then,” you fan your fingers out, folding them together, “I could come back. To… like, visit, or something.”

“If you wanted to, then yes, you most certainly could.”

You close your eyes tight, shutting out the stars and the moon. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose or anything, but like, if you’d want to know more about the modern human world, I could come back prepared. With like, an iPad and a PowerPoint ready.”

“Would you?” He sounds a bit mystified, and you realize you probably didn’t cover those two things during your talks. As he mulls it over, the first element of daytime bashfully pokes out from the trees, the sky lighting just enough to swallow up the stars.

“If you wanted my company.”

“Yes,” he says very firmly, “you’re…. Fascinating, a very fascinating specimen of your species. I do not sense any bloodlust that I’ve heard is so very common in your kind.”

That’s the nicest thing he’s said about you, and you find your chest thundering in response. “Tha-thank you, I guess.”

“And I would also like to see this iPad and PowerPoint.”

You feel your cheeks redden slightly. “Okay. It’s a deal.”