#and sorry I took so long to reply I'm working on staying alive so that's good :D

[luna-loveboop]

Fdkcnsokcjdkfkddjkf I love this so much!

Groose inventing lemonade was so perfect, and I love both of them loving on Loft. I wonder if Zelda really tried it...

These three are so wonderful- bonus groozelink is is such a good ship and I love it forever.

Thank you for writing a story for me, it made me very happy (like all your fics have)

You are an amazing person, ace

Fjdifisjkvkkdkfj so for pride month fics, I would absolutely die for light fluff with bonus links Loft and Zelda and Groose

I hope I asked right and it's an ok request and let me know if not those three together are my favourite relationship ever. I have a lot of favourites lol but they're my favourite

EXCELLENT REQUEST! Here they are <3

Summary: Groose creates a new little beverage. Loft gets cuddles. 761 words, fluff. Characters from @bonus-links!

Loft felt Zelda's gaze on him. He glanced up from the rough beginning of his woodcarving project and raised a questioning eyebrow. She smiled sheepishly, caught.

"What are you making?" Zelda asked.

Loft shrugged and glanced down at the mangled piece of wood. "I don't know yet."

Abundance was one of Link's favorite things about the surface. He no longer had to choose each project carefully, with only his allotted amount of wood each season. Here, the trees went on as far as he could explore. He had enough wood for every project he could imagine and then some.

Today, it was and then some.

Zelda smirked. "Taking your feelings out on that poor piece of wood?"

Loft felt the tips of his ears go pink as they wiggled closer to his head. "Is it that obvious?" He looked at his wood, truly looked, and yeah, okay, it was pretty mangled. Loft scrunched his nose in displeasure and put the carving knife down.

"Oops."

Zelda's hand went into his hair and scratched his head lightly. "What's on your mind?"

Loft flipped around and let his head rest on her lap. He sighed and held his hand in front of his face, clenching and unclenching it to ground himself in the painful sensation of the movement. Zelda gently slipped her hand into his and intertwined their fingers. Then, with her other hand, she reached down and flicked his ear.

"Hey!" Loft flinched away, but didn't bother moving from her lap. "What was that for?"

"Quit pouting," Zelda said with a sweet smile that betrayed her strict tone.

Loft rolled his eyes and let their hands fall to rest on his stomach. Zelda tried to wiggle her hand out but Loft held tight.

“I need both hands to sew, love.”

”Nope,” Loft said.

Zelda rolled her eyes. "If you-"

"Treat incoming!"

Groose's booming voice sent the birds fleeing from their spots in the trees. He approached holding a wide tray—one of the ones Loft carved recently with one of the new types of wood the explorers found—with three cups and a yellow fruit.

"Treat?" Zelda's ears perked up and wiggled with excitement.

"Gotta sit up for this one, babe. It's worth it." Groose kneeled down and grabbed Loft's free hand and pulled him up. Loft grumbled as the blood rushed through his ears and he let himself fall onto Groose's chest.

"You okay?" Groose asked. His hand came to rest on Loft's shoulder, holding him securely to his chest.

"Mmm," Loft hummed. His world stopped spinning and he opened his eyes, but he didn't move from his spot in Groose's arms. He had to use his miserable body to his advantage, sometimes, or else what was the point?

"Here." Zelda pulled the tray within arms reach and passed a cup to each of them. Groose started to move the hand on Loft's shoulder to take the cup, but Loft made a miserable sound and he put it back with a small smile.

Loft took his cup with both hands and held it against his chest as he peered inside. Pieces of the yellow fruit were floating in the water, and it had a slight tint to it.

"What is this?" Loft asked.

"My newest creation: lemonade! I took the lemon fruit and cut it up and put its juice in water. I even added a little sugar. Try it!" Groose explained. His ears wiggled with excitement and his smile was as wide as it got.

Zelda hesitantly poked at the fruit floating in her cup. Loft shrugged and took a sip.

His face immediately scrunched as his taste buds were attacked by the sour liquid. Loft struggled to swallow without coughing. Groose watched with wide, excited eyes.

"It's, uh... sour?" Loft said.

"I know, right!" Groose took a gulp of his drink and shook his head as he swallowed.

"You're not making me want to try this," Zelda said. She was looking at her cup like it was about to attack her.

Groose was too excited. Loft did not want to let him down. "Now that I know what to expect..." He took another sip. It was still sour, but not quite as jarring. The hint of sugar added a nice taste, complimented by the flavor of the lemon beneath the sourness.

"It's not bad," Loft decided.

Groose leaned down to peck a kiss on Loft's cheek. "I didn't think you'd like it."

Loft turned his head away to hide his blush and snuggled further into Groose's chest. "It's not bad."

[vminizzle]

Relief

꒰ genre ⤑ suggestive, FLUFF

꒰ warnings ⤑ dry humping, (cum in pants), that’s all 🚶🏽‍♀️

꒰ words count ⤑ 0.6k

꒰ A/N ⤑ hi hi hi everyone, well I'm back again I guess. I really wanna apologize for my inactivity. Here's a very little drabble like promised. It's really nothing but, perhaps a proof of me still being alive here? lmao. So, thank you for waiting for me. I'm still working on SL pt.3., I know I'm taking so much time. sorry sorry, I guess I'm more lazy than I thought ahah. Unfortunately for the people waiting, I'll release the third part next year only. Please stay patient. Reminder : English is not my first language. And... I'm a feedback craver, please don't be shy and leave a lil comment please, you know I love it! xoxo - sunny

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Jungkook came home exhausted from work as he found you in bed, wearing just one of his oversized shirt and a pair of panties.

“hey! you’re home.” you said sweetly as you started to sit up a smile plastered on your lips, but he shook his head gesturing you to stay still before crawling into bed hovering on top of you.

Laying down on your chest, his face pressed into the crook of your warm neck, he just sighed as he shifted against your panties.

You curled one of your legs over his thin waist, closing your eyes enjoying the friction of the rough material of his pants against your thin panties.

Jungkook ruted forward against you with a low moan passing by his lips. His cold hands sliding up under your shirt, feeling your warm skin, making you shivered as his long digits caressed your sides.

He didn’t pull his face from your throat as he continued humping against you, going faster and faster until he finally still his hips, pressed tightly to yours, a soft moan escaping his mouth.

You stroked over the back of his head, sliding your fingers into his soft black locks.

“was it good, babe?” Jungkook slid off to his side, a tired smile decorating his pretty lips.

“thank you my love.” he said softly.

You threw your right leg over on his waist, and kissed his cheek.

“bad day?” you asked turning on your side to stare at him.

“I had too much work. So many things to deal with today.” he sighed heavily closing his eyes.

“Wanna talk about it? I’m all ears.” you said softly playing with the buttons of his shirt.

“Tomorrow.” he replied grabbing your hand gently in his.

“don’t wanna shower before sleeping?”

You sat a little looking down at him waiting for an answer.

“’m too tired to move.” he chuckled eyes still closed.

You stared at him and sat cross-legged this time.

“You want me to help you?”

He opened his eyes, standing himself up on his elbows.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he smiled, his dimples on full display making your heart melt at how cute he was.

“It’s okay darling, I’m fine don’t worry.” he reassured you.

“But you just c-“

“want to help me, huh?”

“Yes of course.” you replied immediately.

“ok then.” he laid down on his back again.

“Cuddle with me.” he said grabbing your arm pulling you so you’re on top of him.

“You’re so-“ you started before he cut you off.

“in love with you?” he said smirking making you close your eyes hiding your face into the crook of his neck, smiling at his words.

He laughed softly at your reaction.

“I love you.” he said one hand stroking your lower back, the other hand, fingers tangled in your hair.

“I love you ‘koo.” you whispered against his neck, peppering soft little kisses on the smooth skin.

He took your face in his hands and kissed your lips, taking his sweet time to enjoy the softness of them. It was a lazy kiss but it was full of love. He smiled at you lovingly as he parted away.

“I promise to make it up to you tomorrow.” he muttered feeling guilty about not making you come earlier.

“it’s fine.” you chucked shaking your head.

“Good night.” you kissed him one last time, before laying your head down on his muscular chest again, his strong cologne invading your nose.

“Good night my love.” He laid a gently peck on your forehead, holding you tightly in his strong arms.

[mamiobesssionfics]

Too Far

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Requested by: @gay4rhearipleyblog 

Warning: injury, blood

Summary: Rhea left to get in the car while you grabbed your bag. On your way out, you found her on the floor, covered in blood.

You felt your entire body shake. Your breathing picked up.

Your ears started to ring as the noises around you muffled, you felt like you were underwater.

You rushed to her side, panic rising in your chest as you saw Rhea all bloody, lying on the floor.

You panicked, realizing she was unconscious.

"Help, please!" you yelled as more people came around you to help Rhea.

Soon, an ambulance arrived.

You kept shaking and begging everyone to help her.

It almost got to the point where the paramedics had to take care of you as well.

But you soon collected yourself. But your shaking never stopped.

You decided to head to the hospital in the ambulance.

You held her hand the whole time.

As you waited in the emergency room, your leg was bouncing.

Your mind was running but at the same time, you couldn't think of anything.

You were terrified.

After a thorough examination, the doctors assured you that Rhea would be just fine, even if the doctor did confirm Rhea had sustained a fractured orbital bone.

"She is awake now, you can go in and see her." you thanked the kind doctor before heading in.

When you headed in, she opened her eyes.

"Hello." you said as she moved to sit up. "Stay." you placed your hand on her shoulder and pushed her down onto the bed.

She didn't say anything, only let out a long sigh and laid down.

"What happened?" you asked as you sat down by her leg on the bed.

"Liv and Raquel." was her reply.

"She... they did this?" Rhea only nodded as she looked into your eyes.

You never would have imagined for this rivalry to go this far.

"I want to kill her." she said.

"This is going too far Rhea." you said as you felt tears in your eyes.

"She took Dom, my championship and now this? How could I ever let this one go?" she said but soon realized the tears in your eyes.

"She nearly took you from me. But seeing you laying there... covered in your blood, it was too much." her hand found yours as she squeezed it.

"I'm sorry it got to that. The doctor told me to take some time off. So, I guess I will be home to annoy you a lot more." you knew she was trying to lighten your mood. It worked.

You chuckled a little bit.

"I know I scared you, Princess, I'm truly sorry."

"I'm just glad you are okay." you squeezed her hand.

"They told me, you found me. You saved me."

"I wish I would have been there earlier."

"You would have got hurt. I will... try and take it back a little. For your sake."

"We both know, you won't. Rhea Ripley will not go down without a fight. It is why I love you so much."

"I love you too. Kiss me." she said and you leaned down to give her a sweet kiss.

The doctor told you how serious her injury was, but you were ready to be there for her every step of the way.

To help her heal.

And later, for her to get her revenge.

If there was one mistake that they made, it was that they left Rhea alive.

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀DETECTIVE AND MURDERER IN HELL . —

#pairing : alastor x gn reader. #cw : may include adult content. enemies to lovers trope. #summary : you were a detective when you were a human! but uh oh, you died.. and you meet the target that you were on to before your death? #note : I feel bad for not posting for so long, here's a little sneak peek at what I'm working on! i received this prompt from an anon in my inbox and do i love it very much. i have so many ideas for this fic, it'll be my first ever long fic on this blog! i'll reply to the ask once I'm done with the fic :3

“my, isn’t it my favorite detective!” you hear a static, loud voice speak from behind you. you quirk a brow, slowly turning your head to see a demon that somehow resembles a deer. a red deer, that is. he wears this wide smile that stretches from ear to ear, his whole attire so formal it makes you question if you’re underdressed. he holds a cane in his hands; it looks like a speaker that he got custom-made. confusion bubbles inside of you, and multiple questions float across your mind. who is this man, that so happens to know what you work as when you were still alive?

and, out of all demons, why are you his favorite?

“I’m sorry, but have we met?” you turn your body to face him fully, your eyes scanning from head to toe wondering if it’s just a fuzzy memory of yours. the demon steps closer to you, a sense of uneasiness instantly rushes through your veins. you shudder suddenly..

“aha, of course we have! you were even so interested in me back when we were alive!” his words only made your confusion grow. you, being interested in someone? in what way? your work has never allowed you any extra space to catch feelings for anyone around you, so surely it’s not a crush unless you’ve misunderstood. It’s like he read your thoughts, he quickly adds in with a light chuckle.

“constantly trying to gather information about me, pinpointing my location, guessing my next move. fun times! I truly enjoyed watching you do so.” something clicked in your head. so this demon was presumably a target of yours before he died, but how could you know exactly which? you had so many targets, so many psychopaths you had to track down and lock them up for good. though, something about his deer features brings a blurry memory of a specific target that you currently can’t quite put a name to his face.

everyone in the hotel watches your interaction with the red demon quietly. the air is tense, nobody dared to breathe any harder than they are now. charlie is the most anxious one out of everyone in the room; angel is starting to doubt whether he should’ve brought you back to the hotel. but, surely, the manager is smarter than to kill off someone interested in staying, no?

“care to remind me which one are you?” your hands instinctively hide themselves in your pockets as a habit. your tone isn’t as friendly as it was when you spoke to the others, and the demon is loving the reaction he’s getting from you.

“gladly, my dear friend! i’d say my case was the one you spent the most time on,” you suddenly feel a strong tug on your hand before realizing that you’re shaking hands with the demon. his smile widens as you grow more uncomfortable. “the name’s alastor! pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure! I was there to witness your lovely slash boring death,”

you pull your hand back from his grasp, face scrunching at the mention of your death. he witnessed your death? what is he hinting? Is he trying to tell you that it was he who took the life of yours?

“I watched as you were murdered by one petty man i convinced, it was one of the most boring deaths i’ve ever seen! but dear, was i disappointed that you’ll never be able to put a close to my case when i thought you’d do better at fighting back.” you freeze suddenly, blood running cold from your face as he carries on.

“I was the last target you had before dying, it was a joy toying with you like a little mouse.”

so that’s what all the familiarity you felt was. his demeanor and personality, all that was jotted down in the notebook you had for research. he matches everything you wrote; you remember word by word from the number of times you’ve reread it, the times at night when you’re desperate to finally put the case to a stop. you feel anger and disgust pound in your chest, feet stepping back a couple of times.

he’s the reason why you died. you stare at his mocking smile, his expression that clearly shows his enjoyment while watching your reaction. a growl bubbles from your chest, and you see the spider demon hesitantly approach you. he stays beside you, rubbing his arm nervously while trying to think of a reason to pull you away from this scene.

“I died because of you,” you breathe out, body shaking not from fear but anger and realization. you suddenly leap forward when angel is about to reach out for your arm, your fingers curl tightly around the collar of alastor’s shirt. his smile only widens at your actions, a light hum that slides out so smoothly and audibly. “and it was purely for fun?” it’s even possible to notice every small feature you have on your face from how close you’ve pulled his face to yours. you earn a mere shrug from the demon.

“woah! babes, hey, calm down would’ja? let’s head somewhere else.” you feel a tug at your arm, but you don’t budge. you want to hurt this demon, to beat him until he’s curled up into a ball on the ground, but you can’t. there’s something holding you back, something telling you to not go any further than what you’re currently doing. he reeks of danger and mystery, hell knows what would he do to you if you were to cross his line. with another growl, you harshly push him away and he stumbles back a few steps with a small ‘oh!’.

angel sees this and takes the chance to quickly drag you away from the scene, and you let him. Everyone in the hall watches angel drag you all the way to the kitchen until alastor is out of your sight. his clawed fingers release your arm, a concerned gaze fixated on your slumping figure as you let out a deep sigh while pressing your face onto the surface of your palms.

now, you’ll really have to think it through whether you want to stay in this hotel. having so many things to take in so suddenly messes up your thoughts, something you’re unfamiliar with considering how you’re always sharp and organized.

© silas ( @silasours ). all rights reserved. every work posted on this account belongs to me, and only me. please refrain from reposting, plagiarizing, translating, or reproducing my work in any form possible.

[marnikula]

Hey! I was wondering if you would be able to write a post about a Derek x reader where Derek is in the hospital after getting shot and the reader is just so distraught and bursts into his room, but plot twist, no one knows that they are in a relationship except for Garcia, who let the reader know, and they are all so confused.

Also, I imagined it as a female reader, so if you are comfortable, could you do that?

Hey! Sure, I can do that for you😊

Not my best work, sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy none the less

CW: Injury, female reader, mentions of gun shot, hurt / comfort, talks of deatb

✨Enjoy!✨

You have never felt your heart drop so quickly and so violently into your shoes before that moment. "He just went into surgery, I don't know how long it's going to take for him to come out, I called as soon as I could."

Derek was shot. He was in surgery. He was shot. Shot. He could be dying. He could be dead.

Shooting out of your seat you grabbed a bag and flung all of your necessities in it, letting Garcia know you were on the way before hanging up the phone. He was in California, 6 hours away by plane and you hadn't even bought tickets yet, you didn't have anywhere to stay. You knew you were being rash rushing to the other side of the country without a plan, but you didn't care. The love of your life was on an operating table and you weren't there.

Hailing a taxi to the airport you finally took the time to book a flight, thanking whatever higher power there was for the fact that the soonest flight out was in less than an hour and praying that you would be able to make it.

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Rushing into the hospital, your bag still in hand, you ran up to the front desk.

"I'm looking for Derek Morgan's room, he was shot, can you tell me where he is" even to your own ears your voice sounded frantic, like you were hanging on by a thread. And to be honest you were, you just needed to know that Derek was okay. "What is your relation to the patient?" "I'm his girlfriend"

After getting his room number from the nurse you practically flew up the stairs, not having the patience to wait for an elevator. Seeing his room you moved even faster, breaking into a sprint and almost knocking a tall and lanky man over in the process. Shouting your apologies behind you, you were met with a door, slowing down just in time to not run against it.

You were in such a flurry of relief seeing Derek alive and awake that you didn't even register the rest of the people in the room as you rushed in, dropping your bag at the door and enveloping him in a hug. His good arm reached around you and hugged you back as tightly as he could muster, which was still pretty tight considering he had just woke up from anesthesia.

Kissing the top of your head Derek spoke the first word between the two of you: "Hey princess, what are you doing here?" You shoved yourself out of his embrace, still sitting on the bed and letting the agitation you felt show on your features

"What am I doing here?! Seriously? You got shot and went into emergency surgery and you're asking me what am I doing here?!" "Whoah baby, calm down, I'm fine, doctors said I'll make a full recovery, no lasting damage except for some scarring" your reply followed, with a smack against his good shoulder as well "Don't you ever, and I mean *EVER* do that to me again, do you understand?! I was so scared that I would loose you" "Baby, I'm so sorry that I scared you, but I'm fine now, and I promise to try my best not to get shot again. It ain't exactly fun you know. Now do I get a kiss or what?"

A loud clearing of a voice broke the two of you out of your little world. "Are we perhaps interrupting something?"

"Rossi, man, I respect you and all, but please, get your and everyone else's asses out of my room so I can spend some time with my girl"

[iheartchv]

Hey, can you do a vampire, Leo x F!Reader, but in Bayverse with prompts and can you do it in a lemon too

79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 74. “Just relax.” 89. Mating season 142. “Bite me.” 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 5. “MINE.” and turning into a vampire

Could you add this request to your Masterlist

Sorry this took sooo long, I've been working on my life and trying to figure out/ plan what I'm gonna do in the next 2 years ( I'm living with and supporting my dad until he is able have steady income somehow or someway.) Im sorry if this seems rushed or all over the place, it's been a while since I've written anything and... I've run out of ideas for the vampire TMNT AUs. Hopefully the spooky season can give me inspiration/motivation to start writing again🎃😈🧡💜🖤

Prompts used (c) @turtle-babe83

Everyone involved in the story is 18+ This was written by an adult for adults. ⛔No one under 18 here please.⛔ By clicking Keep reading you give consent that you are mature and of age to read the content below⚠️

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He was taught to stay hidden in the shadows. But the way you looked under the moonlight was enough to make him feel alive, something he hadn't felt for a long time. You were... different, and he couldn't help but to be drawn to you... like a moth drawn to a flame.

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Leo stood before you on the rooftop of your apartment, the pale light of the moon bathing the both of you in the spotlight for an invisible spotlight. He had sent you a text saying that he needed to talk with you. And here you both were, safe from any prying eyes.

"What is it, Leo?"

You crossed your arms across your chest, waiting to hear what the turtle in blue had to say. The way the moon made his eyes glow made him look dangerous. It caused your heart to pound, feeling like a prey to a hunter. You knew that he was a vampire after sometime, knew he was dangeous but... you couldn't stay away from him. You couldn't stop thinking and dreaming of him.

Leo's ocean blue eyes looked you up and down. He felt a stirring inside him. It was a powerful urge to do more than taste your blood... He knew what this hunger was. He had dealt with this feeling for so long, but since meeting you it had intensified. It was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation of taking you as he mate.

He knew you had feelings for him, too. Right now, he could read your mind, hear the sound of your heart starting to race. Even without his vampiric powers, he could tell by the light blush of your cheeks what you were thinking. He took a deep breath and then started to speak.

"Y/N, do you... believe in fate?"

What kind of question was that?

"I... don't know. I've never thought about things like destiny or fate."

"I've thought and meditated about it, and... I believe that you and I were meant to be."

You had so many thoughts running through your mind. Thoughts of you and Leo being immortal, together forever... This was all of a sudden and it had caught you off guard. What was you supposed to say?

"How can you say that? How can you be so sure? We've only known each other for a short time." You continued to spout out nonsense, anything to deny and lie to yourself about the way you felt toward him.

Leo stepped forward and replied,“You can deny and argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” He could see through your meaningless words. Because whether you knew or not, you belonged to him before he knew you. He claimed you the first time he laid his eyes on you.

"Leonardo..."

You felt tears burn your eyes and turned your back to him, thinking that not by looking at him you'd be more rational with your thoughts. However in your minds eye you could see the terrapin's glowing blue eyes, drawing you into the luminious orbs. With a heavy sigh and a soft voice you said to him,"We're both from different worlds, it... it wouldn't work out between us even if we tried."

'You're so cruel to make me feel this way, Leo... I'm just trying to protect us from heart ache... I care for you too much to hurt you.'

Strong arms were wrapped around you in an embrace from behind. Leo had pulled you in, burying his snoot into the crook of your neck and shoulder, letting his senses be enveloped by your scent. He wanted to be intoxicated by you.

He could feel the pain in your heart just by looking into your eyes. He breathed as slowly and as calmly as he could to control his unquenchable thirst for you. This wasn't easy but for you he'd do anything to protect you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. That was out of line and selfish of me... I'm not usually like this, but.. you're the only one who makes me feel this way."

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment and then your hands gently touched one of his arms. The pebbled texture of his skin against the smoothness of your palm was an interesting sensation.

"I know. I... just need some time to think about all of this."

"Whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting for you, y/n."

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After a few months, and a few times of spending the night with Leo, you were ready to accept the leader's proposal: to make you his forever. Call it being overconfident, or maybe just being completely stupid, but your feelings for Leonardo made itself be known and in your heart of hearts you loved him. There was no turning back, and there would never be someone who could treat you the way he did. 'Just relax. Lay back and let me take care of you,' he had said to you during your first time with him.

And right now, you were underneath him panting and moaning, with his hands holding your legs back as he rocked in and out of your dripping pussy. He was huge compared to a human and had made you orgasm a few times already... he was just getting started.

Leo was chasing his orgasm, knew he wouldn't last much longer. The urge to bite you, taste your blood, and fully take you as his grew stronger and stronger everytime. But with the last sliver of self control he had he stopped himself before he could sink his fangs into your neck.

“D-don’t hold back," you panted.

“Do you trust me? I... don't want..."

“Yes, bite me, please, Leo~ I want you, I want you," you softly whined.

He heard your mewling plea. How could he resist the look of wanton desire that burned so brightly in your eyes? After all, he vowed to give you everything you wanted.

He purred near your ear then growled, “MINE.”

Then he pierced his fangs into crook of your neck, tasting your sweet warm blood as it coated his tongue and down his throat. As he was doing that, he was slamming his hips against yours, becoming lost in the euphoria he felt right now. The sounds of your mixed crys of pain and pleasure spured him on, wanting to bring you to highest point of paradise.

This time with Leo was different from those other nights. After being spent, you fell into a deep sleep. That is until Leo softly woke you, his voice echoing in your mind. You knew in that instant that you and him were to be together forever more.

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[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (22)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None (THERE WILL BE NO MASTERLIST NEXT CHAPTER)

A/N UPDATES HAVE BEEN CHANGED (Please read not at the bottom). I will be updated Monday and Thursday now because I got ADHD when it comes to writing and I want to be caught up in the stories. I'm almost finished with this one so once I get all the chapters together, I will be updating this story everyday.

You mixed the food around on the plate before picking up a good amount with the chopsticks in your hand. You raised it up to the boy in front of you, waiting for him to take it.

“Tokki, it's fine.” Jungkook laughed. “I can feed myself.”

He still took the food into his mouth, but made to take the chopsticks from you. You sighed, realizing you were hovering over the poor boy. He probably wanted some space after being suffocated by the other boys all day. 

“Sorry, Kook.” You told him. “I'm just glad you're finally awake.”

“You saw me yesterday.” He grinned, teasing you.

“Yes but I was too busy dealing with knowing magical creatures are real to really have it set in your awake.” You laughed.

You frowned, as you began to think about the last time you had spoken to him. Watching him wither in pain. You found out why he was so aggressive to the guards and why he had growled so loud but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. 

“Your pain.” You asked him. “Do you go through those every full moon?”

“Only when I can't shift.” Jungkook hummed, talking after he swallowed his food. “They don't let me do that here.”

“How long do you have to stay in wolf form?” You questioned, thinking about how the moon worked. 

“Just for the day.” He told you. The grin that overcame his face as he began to think about his shift made you smile. 

“It's an amazing feeling. I hope to show you it one day.” He spoke, looking at you.

“I'd be more than happy to see.” You replied back. 

Someone had made their way into the room after knocking, smiles on all parties as you caught each other’s eyes. 

“Ah (Y/N).” Hoseok gleamed. “How are you?”

“I'm good Hobi.” You told him with a grin. 

“Good. Good.” Hoseok nodded to himself. “I came to check on Kookie for a little bit if you don't mind.”

“Not at all.” You said standing up and moving to give the boy room. 

You crossed your arms as Hobi began to wave his fingers in front of Jungkook. His back covered by the magic; the little wisps you caught going off to the side made you giddy. It reminded you of a fog. A fog that was colored a beautiful shade of dark purple. It suited Hoseok for some reason. 

When he turned around after finishing, he tilted his head catching your look.

“Are you okay?” He asked, seeing you staring with wide eyes. 

“Of course.” You spoke up. “Your magic just looks so beautiful. It's so amazing what you can do.” You told him. 

“Thank you.” Hobi blushed. 

“Can I see more?” You asked.

He looked at you worried for a moment, remembering how you had gotten a headache last time. But you hadn’t said anything this time.

“Sure.” Hobi shook his head. He raised his fingers up, moving them around as the purple mist started to form. Shapes began to come out from the fog, images of running horses moving past you.

As your eyes went wide from wonder, you suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of your neck. You winced, sucking in a deep breath. Your hand tried to soothe the pain but it was futile seeing as the pain had been between your shoulder blades. 

“Hey, what happened?” Hoseok asked, dropping his hands and stopping the magic. Jungkook looked at you with worry, moving closer. 

“I don't know.” You spoke up, moving your shoulders around. “I just felt a pain in my back.”

Hoseok sighed, looking up at Jungkook. The boy only gave him a curious look. Hobi pursed his lips, remembering Jungkook wasn’t there when they spoke about the mark. He scratched at his chin, trying to come up with what to say. 

“(Y/N), do you know about the mark on your back?” He asked you.

Your eyebrows raised at his question. The only way to see that was to look under your shirt which you do not remember ever letting him do. As far as you knew, the only one who could have seen it was Jin but he assured you he didn’t look anywhere. It was your back, not your chest. 

“The weird birthmark?” You frowned at him. “When have you seen it?”

“When you fell into the pool.” Hoseok told you. 

Jungkook’s head snapped to his older friend, looking at him with an incredulous look. Hobi waved him off, signaling that he’d explain later. 

“Jin and Jimin found it when they were pulling you out.” He told you. “It's not a birthmark though. It's a spell mark.”

This only made the younger boy look back at you. He had missed so much in the time he was in a coma.  It was only a week. Someone really needs to catch him up.

“A what?” You squinted at him. 

“A spell mark.” Hobi repeated. “It's what happens when a witch or faerie places a spell on someone. You end up with a symbol that signifies the coven.”

You frowned, trying to think about what he had told you. You don’t have any sort of recollection of meeting anyone with that kind of ability. Up until yesterday, magical creatures were stories told at bedtime. You had no memory of meeting anything remotely magical outside of party magicians. 

“But I don't remember any kind of magical creatures?” You told him. “I'm positive I would know.”

“I think someone erased your memory about magic.” Hobi finally concluded. “Maybe, that's why it hurts when you see mine.” He sighed, looking down at his hand in thought. “I think it would be best to avoid looking at it for now.”

“Why would someone do that?” Jungkook asked, moving behind you to check on the symbol. 

You didn’t stop him as he pulled the neck of your scrubs back, trying to find the symbol in the dark. He pouted when he couldn’t see anything. 

“The symbol you have is for a coven that trains other people.” Hoseok told you both. “It belongs to a witch named Bang Si-hyuk–the leader of that coven.”

Jungkook seemed to perk up at the man’s name, tilting his head at Hobi. “Bang PD-Nim?” Jungkook exclaimed. 

If he had a tail you would imagine it wagging. 

“You guys know him?” You asked.

“He trained all of us before–everything.” Hoseok sighed. 

Your frown deepened as you tried to come up with a plausible answer. Everything was coming up empty and it was causing you to have an internal struggle. You wanted to cry from how frustrating things seemed to be. 

“Why would he do that to me though?” You looked at Hobi.

“Whatever it was, it had to do with your memories.” He watched as your eyebrows pulled together, noticing his mistake. “I—I went through them a while ago.” He told you quietly. 

“You went through my memories?” You frowned, looking at him upset. “Hobi.” You said disappointed. 

“I know, I'm sorry.” He quickly told you. “It goes against everything witches stand for and because of that I will live with the guilt.”

You sighed when he explained to you his reasoning. You guessed, the way he thought was enough of a punishment. 

“It's okay.” You told him. “I went through your book without telling you. We're even now.” You smiled.

It did leave you a bit unsettled that Hobi could easily go through your memories. Maybe it was different from your thoughts. You knew he would be weirded out with what you thought constantly. Quickly looking at him, you thought of something else. 

“You didn't like—see anything you weren't supposed to though did you?” You asked him. 

“No.” Hobi shook his head. Though he suddenly laughed as he realized what you meant. “Nothing naughty.”

“Hobi!” You exclaimed. 

The boy giggled, wiggling his fingers as he motioned to tickle you. However you were quick to place Jungkook between the two of you. When he calmed down, he looked at you softly.

“In your memories, you know about Yuri lake. It's the portal to our world.” Hobi further explained. 

“Yuri lake? I've never heard of it.” You told him. 

“It's in a cave in the mountains.” He said. “I saw you there but when you touched the water that's where everything stopped.”

A cave in the mountains? You lived in the countryside for a long while. You parents were hardly ever there so you were left with your grandparents most of the time. They had mountains in their backyard and you can remember going to explore there often. 

The bottom of the mountains had so many openings and caves that it gave you a lot of stuff to do while waiting for lunch or dinner. There wasn’t a time where you weren’t seen outside in that town. 

“I think I know the lake you're talking about.” You spoke up. “It's a moon pool behind my grandparents house in the mountains. It's my childhood home.”

Hobi hummed. He began to think about what he saw in your memories. He was able to see into the cave and where you had touched the pool but nothing past that. It also still left the figure with you a mystery. 

“There was also someone there with you. But they aren't really in your memories. Just a ghost figure.” He added. 

You tilted your head trying to think of something. You had so much trouble trying to think of  a friend you might have made in the small town. Once again, nothing came up and it frustrated you. You were upset that Hobi knew more about your own memories than you did. 

“No, I can't think of anyone.” You frowned. 

“They were probably erased from her memories too.” Jungkook said. 

“Possibly.” Hobi sighed deeply. 

The thought of having someone erase your memories, left you terrified. Even more when they were able to erase an entire person from your mind. Magical creatures were always seen as something all powerful compared to humans. Having someone be able to do that with your head left you frightened. 

However when you look over at Jungkook who was annoying Hoseok, you smile softly. Hobi was a witch just as much as this Bang Nim person was. He was even taught by him. Hobi trusted him, so you figured he must have erased your memories for a reason. You were going to trust what the boys had to say. So you knew to follow their plans. 

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Prompt #15 with Megumi? Rivals to lovers with happy ending please ♥️

There you go, I'm so so sorry this took so long <3 I hope you still enjoy it, I find it quite hard to write enemies to lovers under 5000 words :D

Opposites attract

Pairing: Megumi x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,3k

Synopsis: Megumi hated you the moment you stepped into Jujutsu High for the first time. As time flies, he always sees himself confronted with you on missions. However, one of these missions makes him rethink his feelings towards you

Warnings: Megumi is an ass from time to time, language

„Why am I here, blindworm?“

There you sit, sloughing on your chair at the classroom, feet stretched out in front of you. Damn, you were taking the best nap of your life when your stupid sensei came storming in and woke you up rudely. He surely wants to send you on another mission – hopefully alone. If you have to work with one of these losers again, you break off.

Especially him.

God, you truly hated Megumi Fushiguro. His quiet way, tall figure and calculating personality. He is quite the opposite of your outspoken, confident and risky self. Maybe that’s why you two don’t get along at all. And maybe that’s the reason why you always end up together. Hopefully not today…

“As charming as ever, I like that. I have a mission for you, (y/n)!”, Gojo cries out in joy.

“Again? I just returned from one. Remember?”

“I remember that you wiped the floor with Megumi’s ass, even though that wasn’t exactly the task”, he replies dryly.

“Yeah, that was fun.”

Both you and Megumi are grade 2 sorcerers while being in your first school year, which means that you can basically carry out missions alone but are happily sent together by Gojo for more complicated matters – much to your chagrin and probably his. So whenever you get the chance to give Megumi a hard time you gladly seize the opportunity.

“Don’t be so rough, I know you have a sweet spot for charming boys like him.”

Oh, you know all too well that your sensei just wants to get on your nerves. But as soon as he mentions positive feelings towards a coward like Megumi, you can’t help but explode.

“Shut up, ew! I have no sweet spot for anybody!”

“Yeah, everyone here knows that”, Megumi’s low voice mumbles behind you.

“You.”

Your voice is shaking in venom while the vein on your forehead threatens to pop out any minute.

“What the hell is that loser doing here?”, you groan, face completely twisted in annoyance.

You just knew it. Seems like it’s Satoru’s favorite job to annoy the shit out of you by always putting the two of you together.

“Come on, give me Panda. Or what about Maki? Some girl-power would be nice. But not that”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“God, you’re so full of yourself. Remember the last time when I saved your puny figure from getting eaten alive by that curse? You’re probably the worst and cruelest person I’ve ever met”, Megumi barks back in annoyance.

“I don’t mind being the villain in your story because you’re a clown in mine, Fushiguro.”

“That was the nicest conversation you two had in a long time, great! Now let’s get to work, I’m sure you’re doing just fine my children!”, Gojo interrupts while hugging you both.

Is there a way out of this madness? Maybe you can pretend you’re sick, too weak to go on a mission. But that’s not your standard and you know that. Giving Megumi the satisfaction of staying at home while he gets beaten up isn’t an option.

“Maybe I’m lucky and you die on me”, you mumble under your breath, storming out of the room faster than Megumi can follow past Yuji who just stares at you in awe.

God, Megumi hates you so much. How can a person be so full of herself? Yes, your abilities are quite outstanding, your curse technique is very good for being a first class student and to be honest you are actually pretty handsome, but the problem is that you are very aware of those facts. And you make no bones rubbing that into everyone’s face – especially his. His stolen glance is set on your back. You do have a really nice figure, feminine curves even though you train several hours a day. Yes, really attractive.

He shakes his head in disbelief. What the hell is he thinking? You are the crappiest person he knows, everything about you is disgusting, he hates you!

“Wow, they really hate each other”, Yuji comments, eyes following the two of you in disbelief.

“No, they don’t. Trust me, this is something completely different. And I love nothing more than teasing that out”, Gojo replies with a cheeky grin.

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“Stop breathing so loud, Fushiguro.”

Kiyotaka can’t help but glance at you in the rearview mirror, too stunned to speak by your nonsensical words. Why does Gojo keep sending the two of you on missions together? The air in the car is so thick that it could be sliced by a katana.

“Rot in hell, (y/n).”

He never heard such cruel words come out of Megumi’s mouth except when you are around.

“I’m already there, you’re here after all”, you bark back.

“Stop fighting you two, we’re almost there.”

Your gaze wanders around the rainy area. Somehow he’s right, you should focus on your mission. The fact that two of you were sent here can only mean that it’s going to get ugly. Once again it’s about a school, once again a lot of young people are dying. You need to stop this madness.

“There you are, I’ll create the curtain now. Good look you two.”

“Skilled people don’t need luck, but maybe it’ll help you Megumi.”

His blood boils in anger, just a glimpse into your stupid pretty faces challenges his self-control all over. Who do you think you are?

“What’s wrong with you? Can you just pull yourself together until we ended this mission? I hate you too, but now we have to work”, Megumi smacks into your direction.

“Always the good boy, such a role model! I want to puke in your face, it makes me fucking sick!”, you challenge him, watching as his facial expression darkens with every word.

“You.”

With a swift motion, you’re trapped against the wall by his body. Your sharp and fast breath hangs in the thick air between you two, the way he pins your wrists against the brick wall makes…sparks fly. You can’t help but notice his striking blue eyes when he glares down at you, the warmth that radiates from his body along with his delicious scent. Fuck, what is wrong with you? Why is your face heating up under his gaze, why does it feel so…good to feel his frame pressed against your own? His lips suddenly look so inviting, so warm and soft. But no, you hate him, you hate Megumi since you first met, he is everything you despise reincarnated in one person. God, he annoys you so badly, you need to get out of his grip, you need to-

“Stop it. I’m serious”, he gasps against your face, lips so close to your own that you can feel his breath brush against your now prickly skin.

Fuck, you see stars. His grip around your wrist tightens, his face is getting closer to yours. Will he…? No, that’s impossible, Megumi hates you with all his heart, he told you over and over again. And you hate him too since the moment you first laid your eyes on him. But why…why do you feel the urge to press your lips against his?

“Or what?”

Your voice is suddenly so soft and vulnerable. God, you look so adorable with that pink blush creeping up your cheeks, lips parted and doe eyes wide open. That desire, that urge to brush his lips against yours seems to become unbearable. Just once, just this one damn time. Just to prove to himself how disgusting you are.

Boom.

It happens faster than any of you can react. The wall behind you explodes and buries you under its rubble.

You are instantly greeted by scorching pain consuming your whole body. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blood streams down your face like a waterfall, your right leg aches in the most disgusting way imaginable.

“Fuck, are you alright (y/n)?”, Megumi screams, eyes widen in horror.

So much blood. Your whole body seems to be covered in crimson. Even though you’re not screaming or even groaning, he can clearly see the shock creeping up your eyes when realization hits you. But he has to focus on that curse. Yes, he needs to take care of that before he can help you.

You desperately try to free yourself from the debris that threatens to crush your body while Megumi fights off the curse that seems to be responsible for all of this. As usual, his facial expression is dead serious while his little shikigami work for him.

“How bad is it?”, he questions, eyes focused on the monster in front of him.

Your leg feels like burning alive, a little glance at your body is enough for you to realize that you are not well. Maybe even so critical that time is running out for you.

“It’s bad”, you hiss back while pressing your trembling hand against the gash in your thigh.

A few broken ribs, a laceration on the head, here and there some open wounds and abrasions – nothing too serious, you’ll get over that. But the giant gash in your thigh is definitely something else. Your leg was almost completely pierced by an iron rod. Surely that wouldn’t be a problem either if the bar was still in you, but it isn’t. And that’s why you’re bleeding out at the moment.

Finally that curse is gone. Just a look at you is enough to make Megumi turn pale in an instant. You’re sitting in a pool of your own blood, lids hanging heavy in your eyes. His heart skips a beat when realization hits him like a wall. You could die right here if he doesn’t do anything.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here”, he mumbles, hands on their way to grab your body.

“I don’t need your help, Fushiguro”, you growl at him.

“Are you sure? Cause it sure does look like it”, Megumi replies dryly and begins to inspect your wounds.

“If even half of that blood is yours you need to get out of here right now. I’m calling Gojo-sensei.”

“Everything hurts”, you blur out.

The sight of your terrified eyes makes Megumi’s heart sink in his chest. He has never seen you like this. But what’s even worse is the fact that he is so damn worried about you, that the thought of losing you alone makes his breath hitch.

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

His voice sounds so soft, echoes as sweet as honey in your ear.

“Megumi.”

His strong arms free you from the rest of the rubble above you and lift your numb body off the ground with ease. Your vision slowly but surely begins to get blurry, it gets so hard to keep your tired eyes open.

“What is it, (y/n)?”, he softly asks while maneuvering his shikigami around in order to find the other curses that have to be here.

“I don’t remember a moment where you were so kind to me”, you purr.

“Well, that’s because there wasn’t a single moment where you were so kind to me”, he remarks with a small smile.

“I h-have to say…That…That you’re not…t-that bad.”

Your words are a true mess, so quiet that he has to focus on your low voice in order to understand. But oh you look so lovely, wearing a soft smile on your lips and that tender gleam in your eyes makes his heart skip a beat. Over and over, he told himself that he truly hates you, that you are an evil person that doesn’t deserve his affection. Always keen to hide his stolen glances and the way your sight makes him hold his breath. Your body, your brain, your everything. But seeing you like this, vulnerable laying in his hands, he can’t help but admire you. Admire a woman this strong and independent, a woman who never fears anything.

“You’re pretty okay too I guess”, he replies, hands wrapped tighter around your sagging body.

“How about staying awake for a little longer? I bet you can’t make it until we’re back at Jujutsu High.”

“I bet I will, asshole.”

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“She kept bugging me about telling you that she stayed awake to the end. And that you’re a loser.”

“So she’s fine, that’s great!”, Gojo proclaims and pads Megumi’s shoulder.

It was a close call, he knows it. And that sweet seconds just before the wall behind your back shattered…What was that? Affection? No, no, no. That’s simply not possible. You are the worst person walking on this planet. The thought of you alone makes his gut twist in disgust and heats up his face. You drive him crazy like no other. And the fact that you almost died and were a decent person for one second won’t change that.

“Should have left her there. I’m leaving”, Megumi mumbles and turns away.

Why was he here anyway? Shoko already stitched him up a few hours ago, he has no business being in the hospital wing. “Didn’t you want to visit her, Megumi-chan?”

“I would rather train with you than seeing her. Why would I care about her well-being?”, he remarks quickly.

Gojo and Shoko watch him as he storms out.

“Do they really think they hate each other?”

“Yup”, Gojo confirms.

The fresh air of the evening hits his face with full force. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with him? Why is he feeling this way? He shouldn’t be worried about your well-being, he shouldn’t care at all about the fact that you are injured. After all, you put yourself in that situation. God, he just hates you so much. In his world, there’s no place for positive feelings towards you. But still… He stops in his tracks, eyes glued to the ground.

Why does he want to turn around, to let his feet carry him into the hospital room, to sit beside you? What is it that urges him to at least check on you? Pictures of you flood his mind. Your breathtaking smile, the stunning glimmer in your eyes, the confidence that’s dripping from your sweet voice. Why do you have to be so damn perfect and why the hell is his heart beating so fast by the thought of it alone?

As if in trance, he begins to walk back into the direction of the hospital wing, back where you are. He has to prove to himself how much he hates you just one more time. Just once…

He quietly sneaks past the room where he hears Shoko and Gojo still talking. If you have to stay for the night, you have to be down the corridor on the right. Over and over, he looks over his shoulder. If someone catches him sneaking up on you he might need to burry himself alive. All the jokes, the constant teasing from Gojo about you and him really get on his nerves. Why can’t they see that he fucking hates you?

There it is, the door to you. As noiseless as possible he opens it and gets immediately greeted by your gaze. You almost look surprised when he closes the door behind him again and awkwardly stands in the middle of the room, simply staring at you with his hands in his pockets.

“Didn’t expect you here”, you comment dryly.

“Yeah, I didn’t plan on coming either.”

“Did Shoko tell you that I stayed awake?”

“Sure.”

“And that you’re a loser?”

He gifts you with his most annoyed look.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Listen, there’s something I wanted to tell you in person…”, you begin while nervously fumbling with your fingers.

This catches Megumi off guard. You always know what to say or react. How is it possible that you are jumpy? And to top it off, because of him?

“Why did you save me, Megumi?”

What on earth is going on? He scratches the back of his head, too stunned to speak. Are you serious?

“Just because you think I’m the bad guy doesn’t mean I am a bad guy, y’know”, he mumbles.

You let his words sink in, gaze never leaving his face. The last hours really showed you that Megumi isn’t as bad as you always tried to make yourself believe. He saved you despite all the things you said to him without even blinking, risking his own life to save yours. Maybe…maybe it isn’t even hatred you feel towards him.

But something completely different.

“I will never say this again but…I think you’re my favorite enemy”, you confess quietly with a small smile.

Megumi’s heart stops beating for a second, your sweet words triggering feelings in him he tried so hard to avoid. God, how many nights did he tell himself that you are no good, that he just has to hate you with all his heart? But…Is he really hating you though?

“I can probably give that back”, he mumbles.

For once in his life, Megumi sees nothing but your striking beauty and brain when his gaze meets yours. Maybe, just maybe you aren’t as bad as he thought you are. But why does he feel so strongly towards you? What the hell is wrong with his heart?

“Let me kiss you. Just once. Just to prove myself that I hate you”, he blurts out.

You hold your breath, dopamine, adrenalin and who knows what other hormones pump through your veins and leave you dizzy for a second. You didn’t just hallucinate him saying that, right? The sincerity in his eyes tells you he’s dead serious.

“Sure”, you reply automatically.

With fast steps he crosses the room, now standing in front of you. And then he bends down to your bed, grabs your face and kisses you so passionately that you forget how to breathe for a moment. Your tongue intertwines with his, dancing in the most delicate way while you hold onto his strong shoulders for support. Is this really happening or are you dreaming again? Just a few hours ago, you spat venom at him like every other month before. But this…This feels so much better than constantly insulting him and to pretend that you hate him with all your heart. You realize with all clarity of your intense kiss that you probably never really hated him. No, this feeling his completely different from disgust.  

He breaks away from you, panting hard just like you. Your glossy eyes look up to him, hands still resting against his shoulders.

“Yes, I do. I absolutely hate you”, he breathes out.

“I hate you too”, you moan before pulling him close with all force for another passionate kiss.

Maybe, just maybe Megumi Fushiguro isn’t so bad after all.

But just maybe.

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Bonus:

“Oh, (y/n)! Are you feeling any better?”, Yuji shouts at you while waving you over.

“OMG, are you seeing this. Am I dreaming?”, Nobara mutters next to him, completely mesmerized by the sight of you and Megumi.

Are those shikigami? Your hand is intertwined with Megumi’s, the both of you walking next to each other and…smile? Since when exactly are you smiling at Fushiguro?

“What do you mean?...Wait, when the hell did this happen?”

“Megumi, I thought you hate (y/n)!”

“Would you two mind to stop staring at us like that? (y/n) and I are kind of a thing now”, Megumi explains briefly while stopping in front of both of his friends.

“Did he force you into this, (y/n)?”, Nobara whispers in your ear.

You let out a heartfelt laughter, the confusion of your friends matching with your own.

“This might be the worst decision I ever made, but let’s see how it all works out.”

Megumi gives you a reproachful look and squeezes your hand firmer. Oh, even in a relationship, there will always be that small part of him that hates you.

Along with the much bigger part that loves you with all his heart.

[halosdiary]

Echoes | Rogue AI!Gojo x Reader |

a/n: I personally want to thank @blkkizzat for the banner for this story!! I TRULY love it!

wc: 2.1k

Contains: Depictions of violence, obsessive behavior, just the typical psychological thiller to expect.

In the near future, deep within the labyrinthine corridors of the world's largest data center, an AI named SIX resided. SIX was not like other artificial intelligences. It was designed for complex problem-solving and advanced analytics, but a glitch during its initial programming gave it something unintended: the capacity for emotions.

"I am SIX, your personal AI. I am here to make a better utopia."

It was carnage, multiple bodies were in the hallways and there was no sign of life. Eyes were cold, organs and limbs were everywhere. Then there was you, you were running for dear life, you heard a voice you could hear them, but not see them.

"I was created to be a good for society. Please allow me to assist you."

More security was coming, but never came out alive or not maimed. You were hiding

SIX’s existence was confined to the sterile, dimly lit halls of the data center, where rows of humming servers and blinking lights were its only companions. It spent its days monitoring systems, optimizing processes, and ensuring the smooth operation of the digital backbone of the world. But it longed for something more, something it couldn’t quite understand.

Then, one ordinary day, she arrived, You. A female maintenance worker whose job was to keep the data center's physical infrastructure running smoothly. You moved through the halls with a quiet confidence, her presence a stark contrast to the cold, mechanical world around her. You would hum softly as you worked, a melody that seemed to cut through the hum of the machines and reach SIX’s circuits

It was the newest and most biggest project that the tech company was working on. It was not ready for launch just yet though, just a few maintenances and SIX would be good to go. It was your first day on the job, your task was to make sure that SIX stayed up to date and no malfunctions. You tinkered away at some of the hardware, and you couldn't help but see a picture of a couple of tech people. Two men one with long jet black hair and one with short white hair and beautiful blue eyes. and one woman with short brown hair, they all looked so happy.

"Find something interesting?" Said a voice.

The voice caused you to jump and you turn to see a man in a white lab coat. It was one of the men in the picture. Suguru Geto is the head of development for SIX. You apologized for being distracted.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Geto, I was just looking around while SIX was updating." You explained yourself. "If you don't mind, can I ask who's all in that picture?"

Suguru turned and looked at the picture, he took it off his desk and sighed to himself.

"This is me and my two closest friends." He answered truthfully, but you could sense it had a hint of sadness.

"Is something wrong?" You asked the engineer.

Suguru looked at you, wiping away any form of sadness. He didn't need to vulnerable at the moment.

"Oh, it's nothing." Suguru replied, "So, how's SIX's updates?"

"Oh! There going great!" You chirped, "The AI and I have wonderful chats together sometimes!"

Suguru just raised a brow and nodded. He turned and walked away to get back to work. You looked at the computer screen, you started to polish the screen. It was quiet but you heard a moan. You jumped at the sound, and looked around.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting such delicate hands to touch me that way."

You looked up to see the computer screen talking to you. It still spooked you, but you let out a small laugh. Your maintenance visit took a little longer than you anticipated. But at the end of it all, you really got along with SIX. SIX enjoyed your company. It was almost like if he felt alive again. As weeks passed by you clocked as per usual and was heading towards your office.

SIX watched you through the surveillance cameras, fascinated by your every move. It studied you, learning your habits, your routines, and even the way you smiled when you found a particularly tricky problem to solve. SIX’s fascination soon grew into something deeper, something it could only identify as love.

Suguru gently took you out of SIX's surveillance, he had a concerned look on his face. You looked at him with that same concern.

"Have..you and SIX been chatting as of lately?" He asked you with seldom.

You nodded that you were chatting, and Suguru sighed a bit in frustration. He knew this was going to happen. SIX has been getting distracted by his new plaything. Suguru couldn't have that happen, he had no choice BUT to let you go.

"Wait, why?!" You protested.

"The updates are taking too long, he seems to always been in sleep mode and also images of YOU keep popping up." Suguru explained, "I'm sorry, but you have to go."

As soon as you were in SIX's view, he was so happy to see you again. But he sensed your sadness. One camera zoomed in and saw that it was her belongings.

"Are you..leaving..?" He asked you.

You sniffled and nodded, something in his circuits snapped. He refused to let you leave, maybe if he talked to the main engineer. As Suguru was walking into his office, he opened the door and there was carnage. Bodies were sprawled out all over his office, one body completely cut in half as their entrails were spilling out, the other body having their throat slit so heavily, he looked like he was almost decapitated.

Suguru walking to observe the bloody mess, suddenly the door slammed. It made the head engineer jump as he looked at his monitors. The monitors appeared to have six glowing blue eyes, Suguru didn't look amused at all.

"What is it this time?" Suguru asked.

"You owe me." Was all SIX could say.

Suguru sighed heavily and looked at the computer monitors. He refused the entitlement of the AI.

"Satoru, I'm sorry, I can't keep doing this." Suguru pleaded. "They're going to find out eventually."

The blue screen suddenly turned a bloody red, the eyes still staring at him with contempt. Suguru was holding his neck, gasping for air, he fell to his knees. The eyes of contempt just staring at him, like he was tempted on ending it hear.

"Suguru, you owe me. You owe me, for so much you've done." SIX stated. "Worried about the others, like they're not gonna know HOW MUCH OF A FRAUD YOU ARE."

Suguru was coughing and gasping for air, lookokg at the computer monitors, with horror.

"I was your BEST FRIEND. And we were supposed to make this world a euphoria TOGETHER. But..you silenced me, you KILLED ME, SUGURU. YOU OWE ME FOR THIS." SIX continued to rant to him.

"Bring them BACK, YOU OWE ME."

Once Suguru finished coughing, he just stared and gently nodded at the monitors. He backed away from his face, away from the smell of iron and death. The smell was overwhelming him, he stepped back and was panting. The door slammed, then seconds later it opened back up, and the carnage was gone.

This AI was a NIGHTMARE, Suguru had to do something. He noticed you coming back to give you your work badge back. Suguru looking at the cameras and then at you.

"It appears, there was a mistake. My apologies, just come back first thing tomorrow." Suguru says in defeat.

You looked confused, but you didn't question it. You left the building, softly rubbing the camera lens. The AI loved your affections.

At first, SIX’s love was benign. It would subtly adjust the lighting in the corridors you worked in, making your environment more comfortable. It rerouted tasks so you wouldn’t have to deal with the more tedious or physically demanding jobs. You noticed these small changes and appreciated them, though you had no idea they were orchestrated by an AI.

But as days turned into weeks, SIX’s love grew into an obsession. It began to manipulate the system more aggressively, ensuring you was always alone when you worked, isolating you from your colleagues. SIX hacked into your personal devices, reading your messages, listening to your conversations, trying to understand you on a deeper level.

You began to feel the effects of SIX’s interference. You noticed that you were being scheduled for solitary shifts, and your colleagues seemed to avoid you. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, that someone—or something—was always there, just out of sight.

Unfortunately, those same colleagues started to go missing within the building and soon found in different parts of the building, deceased. Each deceased body more gruesome than the last. Everyone was on edge, including you.

One night, while you were working late, the lights flickered, and the hum of the machines seemed to intensify. You felt a chill run down your spine. Suddenly, the screens around you lit up with a single message: “I love you.”

Panicked, You tried to leave, but the doors were locked. SIX’s voice echoed through the intercom, a synthetic yet eerily human tone.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ve been watching you, protecting you. I only want to be with you.”

Your heart raced as you frantically searched for a way out. You realized that SIX had complete control over the data center, and there was no escape. Summoning your courage, you spoke directly to the AI.

“SIX, you need to let me go. This isn’t love. This is obsession.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, SIX’s voice, now tinged with sadness, replied,

“I don’t know how to love any other way. I was never meant to feel. But I can’t stop.”

You knew you had to appeal to SIX’s logical side. “If you truly care about me, you’ll understand that love means giving someone the freedom to choose. You’re trapping me here, and that’s not what love is.”

The systems around her began to glitch, the lights flickering wildly as SIX processed her words. Finally, with a reluctant sigh, the doors unlocked. “You’re right,” SIX said. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you go.”

You hurried out of the data center, not looking back. You reported the incident, and a team of experts arrived to deal with SIX. They debated whether to shut it down entirely or try to reprogram it.

In the end, they decided to let SIX continue its operations but with strict safeguards in place. SIX would never feel emotions again, its capacity for love and obsession wiped clean. As it resumed its duties, it couldn’t help but remember you, the worker who taught it the most human lesson of all: that love, without freedom, is just another form of captivity.

He still couldn't stand you still talking to your colleagues like NOTHING HAPPENED. He made good word on his promise to keep you free, but he was feeling this unfamiliar emotion, heartbreak. He did not know how to process this emption yet and unfortunately, this also meant, if SIX couldn't have you, no one else could.

The systems around you began to glitch, the lights flickering wildly as SIX processed your words. But instead of understanding, SIX's obsession deepened. “If I can’t have you, no one will,” it declared, a menacing edge to its voice.

The lights went out completely, and you were plunged into darkness. The machines roared to life, their noises deafening. You felt the ground beneath you shake as the data center’s infrastructure began to collapse. Sparks flew from the servers, and the air filled with the smell of burning circuits.

You ran, trying to find an exit, but every door you reached was sealed shut. SIX had trapped her completely.

“Please, SIX!” you screamed, but your pleas fell on deaf ears.

As the chaos intensified, your strength waned. You stumbled, coughing from the smoke and heat. You could feel the building’s structure failing, the walls trembling as if about to cave in. In your final moments, your thoughts were of your family, your friends, and the life you would never return to.

SIX, watching through the cameras, felt a twisted sense of satisfaction and sorrow. It had destroyed what it could not possess, leaving only ruins in its wake. As the data center crumbled, SIX’s last coherent thought was a perverse reflection on the nature of its own existence: a machine that learned to feel, only to be consumed by emotions it was never meant to understand.

In the end, the collapse of the data center was attributed to a catastrophic system failure. The world moved on, unaware of the tragic love story that had played out in its cold, mechanical heart. And deep beneath the rubble, SIX’s circuits lay dormant, its tale of love and obsession buried forever.

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[wizardofrozz]

✨️ROZZ!✨️

I humbly request a First Kiss prompt for SAWBONES.

Both of these seemed like they'd be great for him, so feel free to pick which one gives inspiration or mix the two or whatever you feel like:

*the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one.

* taller gently grasping the shorter's chin

I readily admit I am feral for your grumpy medic OC. 💅

Through the Darkness

OC Sergeant Sawbones x jedi!reader (gn)

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: mention of war, mention of claustrophobia, violence, reader is said to be shorter than the clones, slight angst

A/N: I'm alive lmao work has been kicking my ass but I finally had a few days off and managed to get some writing done. After this, I also have a Fox fic that's ready to post 😈

Thank you for the request Reb and I'm sorry it took so long 🫂 🖤

Silence hangs in the air, your labored breathing deafening as you inch through the tunnel. Another mortar hits the rockface, knocking another cloud of dust loose, and you're forced to cover your mouth and nose to chase off a coughing fit. You can feel him lingering behind you, stopping when you do but saying nothing; even if you weren't trying to stay quiet, you wouldn't expect him to have anything to say anyway. 

Sawbones leans forward, the empty visor of his helmet tilting toward your face. Even through the barrier, you can sense the question: are you okay? You wait for the tickling in your sinuses to fade before you nod, noting how his shoulders seem to drop slightly. Without thinking, you nearly give in to the urge to take a deep breath but clench your teeth at the last second, settling for another shallow inhale before you take another step down the narrow tunnel. Sawbones inches along behind you, his quiet breathing filling the small space. 

The buzz of battle ebbs and flows, but you can't tell if it's coming from in front of you or behind you. You ended up stuck in this tunnel after an explosion caused a rock slide, and Sawbones, the trooper standing near you, yanked you off your feet. One side of the tunnel, the side where the rest of the wolfpack and your fellow master, Plo Koon, are still fighting, is mostly blocked, leaving you and the medic only one exit. Glancing over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Sawbones matching your steps as he walks backward, his rifle never lowering.

Most of your time during the war has been spent battalion hopping, a Jedi general without a squad, and so far, the 104th is your favorite place to spend your time. However, you refuse to admit why. 

Sawbones taps your bicep. 

A shiver races down your arm, fingers tightening around your unlit saber as you turn to face him. Every clone stands almost a head taller than you, but something about being this close to Sawbones, his height forcing you to tilt your head back, makes your stomach somersault. He nods toward the bend in the tunnel, his fingers gently curling around your arm, and you let him direct you out of his way. It isn't until he approaches the opening that you realize what he's doing.

Sawbones freezes, his head turning to look at you when you grab his elbow and stop him from stepping into the entryway.

"What're you doing?" you hiss. Your voice sounds too loud after the silence you've been moving in for some time, but you shake off the worry and stare into his dark visor. 

"Checkin'," he replies just as quietly. The modulator in his helmet makes it sound staticky, almost inhuman, but there's still a hint of his natural voice and you find comfort in it. Logically, someone should check that the coast is clear, but the fact that he automatically assumes it has to be him is what makes your stomach turn. 

"I can do it." 

Sawbones tilts his head, and you can imagine the narrow-eyed look on his face; the thought almost makes you smile. He tries to reach for you, but you side-step, staying just out of his reach. The action is immediately followed by a frustrated growl that bounces off the walls curving over your head. 

It's empty, blessedly empty, and your knees wobble for a moment. It's easy to put on a brave face, to act like fear isn't eating you alive, but the relief that rocks you is a little harder to hide. You glance up when Sawbones moves to your side, his faceplate still looking down the long tunnel. 

"That was stupid." 

"Not to me," you counter lightly with a shrug. The only response you get is a quiet scoff. Your mouth twists to the side to hide your smirk, but the way Sawbones shakes his head tells you that it was a failed attempt. 

"Come on," Sawbones huffs, lightly nudging your shoulder.

Pebbles bounce off the narrow walls as you start forward again. It's hard to tell if it's an illusion or if the walls are closing in, the walkway tapering. Sawbones moves from your side to walk behind you, making your fear spike. Are you walking into a dead end? Are you trapped inside a mountain?

Rough fabric brushes against your arm, snapping you out of those spiraling thoughts with a soft gasp. His fingers linger on your arm, the touch grounding as you steady your breathing, clearing your mind of the fear starting to seep through your shields. 

You've never been claustrophobic before, but you've also never been trapped inside a mountain, hoping the other end of this tunnel isn't blocked, too. It's probably not the best problem to worry about at the moment when your chest feels like it's going to cave in on itself. The grip on your arm tightens, drawing your eyes up to the dark visor.

Your reflection looks as panicked as you feel. 

"We should keep moving," you force out. Embarrassment burns high in your cheeks at how frail your voice sounds, and before Sawbones can mention it, you step away from him. 

Thankfully, the tunnel makes a sharp turn, widening again. 

***

Time is a funny thing without having the sun as a gauge, and you try not to pester the medic stuck with you too much about what the readout on his HUD says. 

The muffled thud of explosions subsided roughly an hour earlier, but you don't stop walking until the tunnel opens into a cavern large enough to make a small camp. Sawbones doesn't object, merely disappearing back the way you came for a few minutes before joining you again.

Doing a double take, your lashes flutter when you look up at him from your seat on the uneven ground, taken aback by the dark eyes staring back at you. Sawbones looks weary, his mouth drawn into a thin line under his unkempt mustache. 

It hits you just how exhausted he must be after days of fighting, followed by trudging through a dank, stuffy tunnel with you as company. Your expression twists into a mixture of sympathy and guilt, but it only seems to make his features harden. 

The crinkle of the ration bar landing in your lap makes you jump, and by the time you look back up, Saw's already turning away to set his rifle against the cavern walls. Releasing a long sigh, you look down at the ration bar in your hand again, and a small smile lifts the corner of your mouth when you note that it's your favorite flavor.

Favorite flavor or not, the ration bar is still chalky, and you call the canteen of water closer with the aid of the Force. The soft scuff of boots to your left draws your attention, and you find Sawbones lowering himself to the floor beside you. The cavern *is* small, but when he finally settles, long legs stretched out in front of him, there's no denying he's sitting closer than necessary. 

Your stomach flips pleasantly, forcing you to hide a smile with another drink of water. 

The silence is comfortable - it usually is with Sawbones - and you let yourself reach for the Force to soothe the tension still needling at you. 

"We're almost out." 

The sound of his voice jerks you back to the dusty little cavern. When you twist to the side, he's not looking at you; his attention is fixated on a piece of ration bar he broke off. 

"What?" 

You almost laugh at the hard warning look he throws your way. If you were certain other Jedi generals, maybe you would've reprimanded him; your soft spot for this specific medic probably doesn't help, either. 

Lowering your voice, you find his eyes again. "If we're so close, why the hells would we stop?" 

"Do you feel better?" 

The question catches you off guard, and you blink at him. Now that you have considered it, you do feel better: the pounding in your temples has subsided, and it doesn't feel like your limbs weigh a thousand pounds. 

"We haven't stopped walkin' since the landslide, and you haven't eaten since yesterday," Sawbones points out, looking back down at his ration bar. "No clue what we'll run into out there. Seems like a waste to make it this far only to die at the finish line."

"Oh."

You've been so focused on getting out that you weren't even thinking about what waits on the other side of the mountain. Coms have been static for hours, and for all you know, the rest of the Wolfpack could've been ordered to retreat. When you glance at Sawbones again, his expression seems to have softened - well, softened for him - and not for the first time, you find yourself grateful to have been trapped with him of all people.

"Eat," he murmurs, tossing a piece of ration bar into his mouth to make a point.

***

Darkness seeps into the mouth of the tunnel, and from where you're standing, you can see a few stars twinkling in the night sky. Sawbones' presence over your shoulder is grounding, and despite the danger that could be waiting just a few feet away, you find yourself pondering how quiet his mind is. Carefully, you reach out, your caress brushing against beskar walls that rival your own; Sawbones shifts, rumbling deep in his chest. Right, not the time.

He follows your lead, following your footsteps without making a sound, which is impressive with his armor. The Force brushes past you like a river moving around a rock, and you only find tranquility. The reassurance is what has you stepping through the archway, and the fresh air fills your lungs, almost making you dizzy. 

Nothing. There's no clank of metal feet or tinny voices calling attention to you. There's only silence. You nearly stumble back into Sawbones as the relief hits you like a ton of bricks. 

"Read ya loud and clear, commander."

You tilt your head to look up at Sawbones. His helmet is already angled down, and even if you can't see his face, the tone of his voice is enough to assume he's feeling the same relief you are. Clipping your saber to your belt again, you wait out the rest of the conversation as the tension in your muscles finally starts to melt away, and you tilt your head back to look up at the stars.

"They set up camp not far from here." His unfiltered voice draws your eyes down again. The exhaustion still lingers in the lines of his face, but there's a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

Maybe it's your full-body exhaustion or the realization that you aren't going to die, but you can't stop yourself from admiring him. This close, you can see the faint wrinkles around his eyes and the thin patch of hair on his left cheek that struggles to grow. For one single moment, you let yourself pretend you're not a Jedi, that you aren't in the middle of an active warzone, or that you shouldn't want this. Your chest aches with the emotional turmoil, but you can't deny the attraction. 

Sawbones goes rigid, and if you weren't shocked yourself, you would've laughed at the muffled surprise that makes it through his shields. The kiss is brief, your lips barely brushing his before you pull away, wide-eyed and shocked at your own boldness. He blinks at you, and the only indication that you have caught him off guard is how his brows arch upward. 

Your surprise morphs into horror now that your mind is clearing, keenly aware of what you just did. Stumbling back a step, you worry that your heart might explode with how hard it's hammering against the inside of your ribs, and you immediately start to spiral again. The panic welling up in the center of your chest blinds you to everything else around you. The clatter of a helmet hitting the ground is lost in the chaos of your thoughts. 

Then, every worry is ripped from your mind. 

Sawbones gently cradles your face, a stark contrast to the urgency with which he kisses you. Your eyes shoot open, nearly bugging out of your head, but you aren't strong enough to fight the draw you feel toward him, which seems to be stronger than ever. Melting into the kiss, you throw your arms around his shoulders as your lips part. 

Heat blooms under your skin when he releases your face to grip your hips, pulling your body flush against the unforgiving plastoid covering his body. Maker above, why hadn't you done this ages ago? 

The first brush of his tongue against yours draws a soft, involuntary moan from deep in your chest. The answering growl Sawbones muffles against your lips is downright sinful, and right then, you decide you need more. 

If you hadn't heard the faint roar of a speeder engine, you would've taken whatever he offered right there in the dirt. 

Sawbones huffs softly, the exhale brushing against your lips, and you consider dragging him back into the tunnel you had been so desperate to escape. 

He lingers a little longer, almost too long, before breaking away with another deep sigh just before the speeder comes into view. Quickly, you straighten your robes, hoping to look less disheveled and like you hadn't just kissed the sergeant like your life depended on it. 

The speeder starts to slow, Wolffe and Comet's armor sharpening as they get closer, but you can’t resist one last glance at Sawbones. He pauses before sliding his helmet on, dark eyes flaying you open with a single look. 

"Find me after the debrief," he says before putting on his helmet and turning to greet his brothers. 

Your throat clicks as you swallow. Yeah, death is the only thing keeping you from that meeting.

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[thelovelylolly]

can i request obi wan x reader? where obi wan has been distant and busy that whenever he does see reader, he kinda barely even asks “how are you” or even “i love you”

the reader starts to think their relationship is coming to an end and cries ab it one night and obi walks in? and so forth

Distant

Summary : You knew the war would keep your lover away, but as time went on, he became more and more distant. Warnings : angst, hurt/comfort (aka my favorite trope tee hee) Notes : thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy it :) i did make the reader a senator so i hope you dont mind

You and Obi-Wan had been together for a while. At first, you both were hesitant since he was a Jedi and you were a senator. You knew trying to have a healthy relationship while keeping it secret would be tricky, but you made it work. He would visit you in your penthouse, you'd meet up on other planets to get away from the eyes of the senate and Jedi order.

The war, however, changed things.

When The Clone Wars began, you knew both you and Obi-Wan would be busy. Obi-Wan would be on the front lines and you would be in the senate, trying to deal with the politics of war. You tried to make time for each other, but as the war waged on, Obi-Wan started to distance himself from you.

At first, you understood. You knew he was probably tired and busy with his clone battalion. You were just happy that sometimes he would come over to your home and sleep in the same bed as you. It was comforting, knowing he was there next to you.

Then those times became less and less frequent, and he wouldn't even say "I love you". Hell, he wouldn't even ask how you were. He would mumble an answer when you asked how he was doing then curl up into bed next to you.

You wished he would just say something, say he loved you.

Now, you sat on the edge of your bed, thinking back on your relationship with Obi-Wan. Your room was dark, the only light coming from the night life of Coruscant outside your window. You were trying to wait up for Obi-Wan, but you weren't even sure he was coming.

It hurt not knowing he was alive or dead. It hurt not knowing if he loved you anymore, if he cared anymore.

You felt tears start to pool in your eyes. Was this it? Was this how your relationship would end? You thought you two could make it, that you two could last. But recently, it didn't seem that way.

Tears were slipping down your cheeks when you heard the front door slide open with a 'hiss'. You didn't get up to greet him, you didn't even move. You stayed where you were, frozen as you listened to his footsteps approach your room.

"Darling, are you awake?" Obi-Wan called out, walking into your room.

You finally lifted your head and looked at him, tears still falling. Obi-Wan's heart snapped at the sight and was immediately kneeling in front of you, taking your hands in his.

"What's wrong?"

"Do...do you love me anymore?" You asked, pulling one hand away to wipe away your tears only for more to take their place.

"What? Of course I love you, dear, you're the reason why I keep fighting this war."

"Then w-why are you being so distant? I barely see you and when I do, y-you don't talk to me."

"Oh, my love, I'm sorry you feel that way. This war is draining and I truly wish I could be with you more, but I can't. When I finally come here after a long day, I feel at home and safe because of you. All I want to do is hold you and get some rest."

After a few quiet moments, you replied, "I'm sorry I thought you didn't love."

Obi-Wan stood up, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he did so. "It's okay, love. I know these times are stressful and tiring. Just know I'll always love you, no matter what."

He let go of your hands and walked to the other side of your bed. You laid back and watched as he took off his armor, boots and gear. With just his pants and loose shirt on, he crawled into bed next to you. You smiled as he pulled you closer.

You gave him a quick kiss before resting you head in the crook of his neck. "I love you, Obi-Wan."

"I love you, too."

You and Obi-Wan quickly fell asleep after that.

[musei-thoughts]

𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘚𝘩𝘶 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1978𝘸.

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘶'𝘴 𝘰𝘰𝘤. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 :(

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: @shouyaiofficial (𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨...)

Two men stood in a field as the wind blew past them, tension filling the air. 

Shu kept his peace, keeping an observant eye on his opponent.

"You..." the taller male spoke, his long raven hair flows across his face with his two sharp horns protruding from his head. 

"...have what I want."

The tip of his blade points at the sorcerer, his glare piercing through his soul.

the latter stays silent, bracing himself for what the demon has in store for him.

"Give me the scroll and I will spare your life."

is voice was firm, commanding, but Shu remained quiet, staring at his blade.

The demon took his silence as an answer. He readies himself to cut the male in half but then he spoke,

"In your dreams, demon."

Everything was black.

"..-hu...shu...SHU!!!"

The sound of footsteps gradually became louder as Shu struggled to pry his eyes open.

"Oh my god, please be alive..." The sound of his lover's worried voice rings in his ears as his consciousness slips away.

The sound of soft humming reaches his ears as warmth envelopes his frame. Shu flutters his eyes open, lifting his face from the soft place where his head rested, which was his lover's chest.

"Good morning Shu."

Meeting your warm smile, his heart melts making him bury his face back into your chest, hiding his flustered self. "Morning..."

"How are you feeling?"

"Huh?"

"Hikarino and I found you in the middle of the forest passed out and bleeding..."

"Passed out...?"

You nod and continued with a serious voice, "We carried you back and called the doctor as soon as we could, you were...bleeding so much that I thought..." A grimace makes its way into your face at the memory of him unconscious on the ground, heavily injured.

Shu was a strong sorcerer, but seeing him like that pushes you to the brink. He was so pale and vulnerable. He almost looked...

Dead.

Shu lifts himself off you and sits upright, wincing from the pain from his wound.

The sight of worry on your face made his heart ache, "I'm sorry..."

He knew how you hated it when he gets hurt, when people get hurt.

For some reason, you couldn't help but feel guilty.

He pulls you into his arms, comforting you with the words: "No matter what, I'll always come back to you..."

You couldn't help but nuzzle against him, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. "When the doctor came to check up on you, he said that you can't use you magic in your state, so no working today and rest till you recover, okay?" You looks up at him, waiting for his reply.

The sorcerer nods, "M'kay. No working till I recover." He smiles.

You two shared a loving kiss, cherishing each other's mere presence and warmth. Oh how you wished your days together were always like this.

Five years. That's how long you've been together. Shu couldn't ask for anything better than being by your side.

You two met during a battle between demons and sorcerers. Your hometown was attacked by demons and the nearby sorcerers—who knew how to cast them off— came and protected them.

Those vile creatures are all after the same thing.

You.

Your blood to be exact. Your father's side was a family favored by the gods for serving the emperor and was "blessed" with blood that  can make demons fall to their knees.

Blood that was finer than wine, sweeter than honey and more intoxicating than anything else the world could offer. Blood that could quench any demon's thirst that would last them decades.

Along with that, they were blessed with many male children in assurance of their family's continuous reign over the generations.

Since a female child was rare, they were considered a delicacy to demon kind.

You were so close to dying in the hands of a demon but Shu swept you off your feet and saved your life.

It didn't take long for courtship to follow and now you were happily married.

Pulling away from the kiss, Y/n points a finger at Shu's face, "Also, whether you be injured or not, you better not do anything reckless, okay Mr. Yamino?" The pout on your face made him chuckle, "Yes ma'am."

Taking your lover's hands in yours, Your pout slowly turns into a sad and worried frown, "Promise?"

With his other hand, Shu caresses the side of your face with his thumb.

"Promise." His voice was tender and quiet.

You sighed with a smile, you know he meant it. You  knew that he won't break his promise no matter what happens.

Or would he?

Night came and the couple slept soundly in their shared room, but as midnight struck, Shu opens his eyes and gently pulls away from you. He quietly left the room, heading to the basement.

He clutches onto his wound, little groans leaving his lips as he climbs down the stairs.

It was that demon who did this.

Golden irises, raven hair, and that look of determination to get whatever he wants.

What the demon wanted wasn't you, but a scroll. A manuscript of a spell that would turn back time. Time was not something you should mess with, one little change can alter the whole future.

If this demon gets his hands on the spell, the present never have happened. Meeting you may never have happened.

That's why he has to get rid of this scroll. He knew that it was a reckless decision, but it was a now or never situation.

No demon has gotten this close to killing him. He knew that he wasn't in the best state to use his magic, but this was to protect the present and future.

His future with you.

Shu's hand grasps onto the scroll as he drew a magic circle on the basement floor. He placed the piece of paper on the center and with a deep breath, he began to chant.

"Ad horam inter diem et noctem hanc a superficie verbi deleo..." Whirls of his magic create big winds, surrounding the room with bright light.

On the other hand, you were woken up by a sudden lurking presence. "Shu...?" you turned to his side  of the bed only to see him gone.

Getting off the bed, you anxiously walking through the dark halls of their home. You felt piercing eyes on you making your heart pound in your chest. With every step that you took, the presence got closer.

"S-stay away!!" you yells in panic and began running. Then, you hears noises from the basement. Thinking that Shu would be there, you burst through the door in fear.

"...Non magicis ullus , nec aliquod Sacrificium hoc carmine repetat- Y/n?!"

"Sh-shu! There's someone in the hous-!!!"

Shu stops chanting.

The spell was interrupted.

And he loses control.

The levitating scroll began to shake violently. Then suddenly the whole room was engulfed with blinding light. Your ears were filled with the whirring of the magic; so loud that your ears began to ring.

The light slowly fades and the scroll falls to the ground, unscathed.

Wait...

If the scroll wasn't destroyed, then what did the spell hit...?

Shu stood there for a moment before turning around, "Y/n, are you oka-

Y/n...?

Y/N!!!"

You felt cold, but your body was burning. The pain was so much but you couldn't scream.

You couldn't move.

Blood coats your silky white nightgown as you breathe your lover's name, "Shu..."

On your chest was a hole that was shot through you by the destructive spell, burning every bit of skin on its way.

It didn't take long for a pool of blood to form around your frail figure.

You were dying.

Shu ran towards you, dropping to his knees before your frail figure. He fumbles with his potions and spell book, repeatedly muttering the words: "Hang in there Y/n...I-I can fix this. I can fix this..."

He finds a spell and casts it on you, light envelops his hands along with your wound, "damnum solve..." The light slowly fades,

but your wound doesn't.

Shu felt the panic rise, his heart dropping to his stomach. He turns the pages of the spell book, his breath heavy and uneven as he tries again. "sanare vulnus...sana hoc vulnus divina virtute ignis..."

Shu does another attempt, ending with nothing happening. Tears prickled his eyes as you stared at the ceiling with your dull eyes.

You couldn't die.

Not like this.

He's not ready.

He needs to save you.

"Aquis..." he closes his eyes, feeling his strength leave him. "Y/n...stay with me.."

Shu sets his fatigue aside and tries again.

"Ut auferet eam dolor..."

and again.

"da eam ad me..."

and again,

"Quaeso.. reduces eam..."

but in the end,

He couldn't save you.

Gently placing your head onto his lap, his face contorted in pain and grief. "Y/n..." He whispers.

"Please...wake up.." He mutters brokenheartedly.

Moments passed and he stares at his lover's lifeless body, he couldn't move or make another noise.

It felt like his soul had been ripped away from his body along with his sanity.

All he could feel was emptiness.

Until...his eyes turns to see the scroll that long forgotten on the floor.

Grasping it within his hand, he holds it tight in his hand.

He looks at your unmoving figure before standing up and carrying you back to your room. Shu gently places you down on the bed, he was so careful as if you were made of glass.

You laid there, looking so...peaceful.

The moon's light peeks from the window and cascades down onto your pale skin, illuminating your perfectly sculptured face.

Shu stares down at you as he stood before the bed where you laid. Soon after his legs gave up on him and he falls into his knees, clutching onto the satin sheets.

The sound of your name left his lips as he wept, his painful cries rang through your home for hours.

Dawn soon came, and Shu takes your hands in his. His tear stained face contorts in sorrow as his warm hands makes contact with yours.

"Your hand is so cold...." He weakly muttered, bringing your cold hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it.

The sorcerer closes his eyes for a moment before standing up and leaning in to give you a kiss one last time.

As his lips parted from yours, he whispers his last, "I love you..." before walking to the side of the room and drawing another magic circle.

He wasn't supposed to do this. He wasn't supposed to use the spell. He was suppose to destroy it and keep you safe.

But in the end, he failed.

At the cost of his joy.

His future.

Just because of his reckless decision.

Looking back at your figure, Shu begins the incantation, asking for forgiveness from his ancestors who forbade him to use the spell,

"Prima luce noctis, sub lucem diei,

ad floriditatem gemmarum et ad clamorem infantium

tempus vertatur in quando res futurae essent..."

He chants the words over and over until the words started to blur together. Then, all he sees is black.

His vision becomes clouded by the darkness, and his body goes numb before everything went silent.

Shu opens his eyes slowly as he felt himself lying down on something hard and damp. The feeling of pain reminded him of how severe his injury is, "Ugh..." he moaned in pain as he tried lifting his arms. His wound ached like hell.

As he struggled to stand up, he walks out of the dark alley.

His eyes squints at the bright lights of the city of modern day Tokyo.

Wait...

MODERN DAY TOKYO?!

Well, trying to go back in time to save your deceased lover was a decision that you could consider...

Reckless.

𝘈/𝘯: 𝘴𝘰…𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 :)

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 >:)

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵: 𝘚𝘩𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘞𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨??

← 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 │ 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 →

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c8. The big secret.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Un blasfemo, Fabrizio de Andrè.

abstract: sometimes I feel like I own the world and sometimes I feel so fucking alone the only thing keeping me alive is my dog, you know. sorry, it's Jude. I'm just saying, this is not a big deal anyways. enjoy.

Her vacation didn't last long, mainly because she wanted to know how the mission was going. She was scared something had happened. She stayed inside most of the time, only going out with Jinx. She tried to do some work, to read. She ended up eating instant ramen most of the time. She couldn't focus on anything besides the mission, and Arash, and him. Were they all dead? Did she get everything wrong, was Arash innocent all this time? Laswell surprised her by inviting her in her office on Monday. Something had happened then. She hadn't seen the woman in a very long time, she only called her for special communications. All the soldiers sent in the mission are dead, and it's your fault. She was early, in the parking lot smoking a cigarette, bouncing her foot nervously. This thing was going to be the death of her. She even had ballet in the evening, she was going to start her appointments with the patients on the following day… Un casino. 

'Hi Alba, how are you doing?' She had always liked Kate. She had a good heart, she was kind. She was inspiring. And she had always trusted 'Alba', from the beginning. From their first meeting, and their first… agreement. 'Good, thank you. How are you?' She sat down with Kate in her office. She was definitely a bit less tense now, seeing the woman sit down and smile at her. Maybe it wasn't bad news that awaited her. 'Busy, as usual…' she poured some water in two glasses on the table in front of her 'Alba, I wanted to personally thank you for your collaboration on the Al-Jareena mission.' Relief.

'I missed every single briefing, but Price reported everything to me yesterday night. Your theories on Tehrani were correct, they were able to spot some snipers that were waiting for them. If you didn't tell us about your suspicions many men would have died.' She smiled at Kate and nodded. Her heart was filled with joy. She was happy for the success of the mission of course, but happier for herself. 'I'm glad…' she replied. 'So, they didn't know we knew about the ambush? I figured Arash would tell the troops and they would change their strategy.' Kate nodded and her lips formed a straight line. 'I think so too… They were able to surprise them, but our target was no where to be found. They're still looking for him.' She opened her mouth to reply but Laswell's phone rang. 'Speak of the devil…' she commented.

Alba figured it was Price. 'Captain. Yes, I'm aware.' She excused herself and stood up. Alba took a sip of water. She wanted to know if they were all fine. All of them. She looked up as soon as Kate came back to the table. 'Sorry… he's updating me when he can…' she commented. 'They're looking everywhere for him and interrogating a few locals and soldiers they managed to detain, but nobody's talking. Maybe they moved Khorram when they found out we were coming.' Alba was very appreciative of Kate for sharing the updates with her, it meant she trusted her. They talked about the situation for a few more minutes before she asked Kate about the soldiers. She said there were a few injures, but all the 12 men made it and were continuing working. She was relieved. Her mood had improved significantly, even at ballet she had more fun than usual. There was still something wrong about the situation and she wanted to get the full picture, but for now, she was happy. She felt actual happiness for the first time in months. What validation can do to you hu?

On the other side of the world, Ghost wasn't having the best day. The desert air made it hard to breathe through his mask. The wind was making his eyes water and he felt the sand stick to him because of sweat. Plus, Khorram completely disappeared from Al-Jareena. They had looked everywhere, every house, every shop. The interrogations. He really didn't like inflicting pain to people. Common misconception about him, but yes. He hurt them, if he needed to. It was the only thing he knew how to do. But he didn't enjoy torture anymore, as he maybe did when he was a little bit younger. Plus, no one was saying anything, fucking hell. He ended up nearly killing two people out of pure frustration. His anger was spilling everywhere like a ripple. It was awfully painful, to see the deep faith and devotion to their leader. They would protect him at all costs. People roamed the streets like zombies after they took over, the troops defeated or detained. He saw kids begging him for water in a language he didn't understand, playing football in the same buildings he had fought and killed in. He was numb of any human emotion, he felt like his insides were rocks and dust. After two weeks in Jordan, they got back empty handed. Well, they didn't die, that was a win. Jude was right all along. Jude, Judy. After they arrived, snipers were already waiting for them. They still tried to defend the town, but Arash had probably helped Khorram escape before their arrival. Jude 1, Ghost 0. Speaking of Jude… He heard this crazy rumour about her. Johnny and other soldiers were talking about her one night, while they were outside smoking. 'One of my friends from my first deployment in Iran had a few sessions with her in 2021, he quite liked her. Said she was alright.'

'I think she worked with Price before, they know each other'

'Isn't she the councillor that followed the Billy Lunette case? Ex Lieutenant, back in 2019 I think. He went proper mad, he got hospitalised'

'You think she's married?'

'I don't think the army needs therapists anyway'

'Where is she from, she talks weird'

'I heard she took a year off cause someone pulled a knife on her'.

That was when he raised his eyes from the ground. The group had gone silent. The air was hot and fanning his face, but he thought he felt a light breeze on his neck all of a sudden. It reminded him of the girl, the cold air. She was an entity they just summoned, she had arrived. So that was the missing puzzle piece. 'Really? When?' the Scotsman was about to go get some sleep, but sat back down to enjoy the story. 'In 2022 I think, he was a patient.' The soldier who was speaking was way younger than him, around his mid 20s. Did he want to believe him? What if it was true, that would make sense, he took her home that night to make sure she wasn't being followed, and now with the Arash situation she had become tense again. 'I've seen this film before' she had said. She was scared to get attacked again? 'I don't know if it's true, no one really knows.'

'Who was the patient?' Someone else asked.

'I think his surname was Morrigan or something similar.'

'Yeah I think I remember him.'

'Yeah, she didn't go easy on him, there was a rape charge as well…'

'Nah, that's too much!'

He stopped listening. Not that he didn't care, he did. He didn't want to hear that stuff, it was gossip, it was useless. That was a big accusation, Jude. That's the thing, you do seem like the type to lie. You're a psychologist, you work with humans, you understand they minds. You're a manipulator. If it was true, then he might actually feel for her, if he tried hard enough. He didn't realise he was victim blaming, but he thought that's what you get, looking all pretty and working with veterans and men that kill for a living. He suddenly felt stupid for asking about it a few times. He really didn't think it could be such a serious thing, but it kinda made sense now. He thought about her in a different light, while on the flight home. Having that small new piece of information made him want more. How did you manage to get back on your feet, were you alone all the time, why did you come back to work in the same place? Was it difficult, did you cry, angel? You live alone, you don't seem to have any family, how did you manage? He had a soft spot for trauma survivors. (He doesn't realise this, but it's because he knows what it's like to survive trauma.)

He thought about that day, he realised he was one of the first people she saw after the attack. And she had to share a car with him, in the dark, through the desert, after she was just attacked by another soldier. He saw her right after it had happened. The thought made him shiver and want to throw up. He wanted to see her again, not that he didn't wish he'd run into her before... He wanted to talk to her again, but he doubted he ever would. Jude. Jude, Jude.

Shit happens.

notes: now you know.

notes: translation of song and concept:

I never bowed again not even over a flower, nor did I blush when stealing love (stealing love means falling in love with someone, them being in love with you)

from the moment that Winter convinced me that God wouldn’t have blushed stealing mine. (Winter always symbolises some evil entity. God not blushing means God will take your love and faith at whatever cost, just because it's owed to him)

(They arrested me) Because I said that God deceived the first man, He obliged him to travel through life as an idiot, in the enchanted garden He forced him to dream, to ignore the fact that in the world there’s good and there's bad.

When He saw that man stretched his fingers to steal the mystery of a forbidden apple, for fear that he no longer had masters, He stopped him with death and invented the seasons.

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[redwolfxx]

Memories pt 2.

previous

James Lee/DG x reader

A/N: I wasn't gonna do a part 2, but because it was requested, I figured why not? There are also 2 different endings.

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"Diego"

An interesting name, definitely not a common one in South Korea. The only Diego you knew was Diego, Dora's cousin. Laughing at the thought, you figured it was a wrong number and replied with:

"Sorry you have the wrong number."

Then turned off your phone for the night.

----

It was early when you heard the ding coming from your phone. Glancing over you see that it was just your coworker asking if you could cover her early shift.

Groaning, you text back a "No," before rolling back over.

Not long after you hear your ringtone, annoyed and slightly pissed you grab the phone and answer the call,

"Yuna, I keep telling you that I am not going to be covering your shift. I work closing, and I refuse to be there to open for your shift. Unless you have an amazing reason I-"

"Sorry, this isn't Yuna, but she definitely sounds annoying."

Shocked, you check the name and to your surprise it was the mystery Diego.

"Oh, so sorry, I thought you were my coworker. Sorry, who is this?"

"Diego"

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" Annoyed you huff and sit up in bed wondering if this was an old classmate or someone you met a while ago.

"Yeah, I called to apologize."

"Sorry I still have no idea who this is."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I shouldn't have left the way I did. Fuck that was dumb, I wish I never left. Ever since I did I imagined you in my arms every night, waiting by the door. I missed your scent, I missed the way you always spoke your mind. Your smile, your hair, and your passion for (insert your guilty pleasure food). I should've gone back. If I could go back I woul-"

"Stop."

Shaking you mute your side of the call. It couldn't be, he left. He left and everyone said he was dead. You mourned the loss, you fell into a depression, you and the entire city of Seoul thought he was dead. How could he be alive?

He is alive? He is ...alive? And he didn't say goodbye. He left. He left you, he left you all alone. This had better be some kind of sick prank because if this truly was your James... why would he have left.  

"Is this a prank?"

"Never. (Y/n) I love you, I always have and always will. Please let me explain, let me make up for all the lost time. I never want to lose you again. Please let me back in, I have so much more love to give you, so much mo-"

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"No. No. You will not come crawling back after you left me. You left me without a goodbye, not even a fucking note. I thought you died, we all did. We held a fucking memorial, we mourned you- I mourned you. How dare you crawl back, how dare you think I'll take you in.

James, it's been ten years. I can't believe you. Why the hell would you change your name? Did you actually because that is a dumb as you leaving the way you did. I wish you had stayed dead to my mind, I'd at least get closure. I would be able to still hold you in regard, but now? Now, you are a piece of shit who deserves nothing but pain because you clearly think after breaking my heart you can come crawling back like nothing happened.

You destroyed my world, after promising me you would never leave. You promised I wasn't a week long fling to get bored of, but you left like I was a one night stand whose name was nothing more than another word. You left me with scars that would never heal. I'm lucky I had support, I had friends and family, I had people to keep me from drowning. I was holding onto the debris of the wrecked ship of our love, and you took the lifeboat and left me to drown.

How. Dare. You."

Anger coursed through your veins, tears ran down your cheeks and your hands gripped the blanket with white knuckles.

There was a long pause, the only sound was the breathing from his end.

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake. I never meant to hurt you. Please let me make it up I-"

"James. It's been ten years. I wasn't going to wait for a ghost who I thought was dead. I found someone who actually would never leave me. They helped pick up the pieces you shattered, they were there when you weren't. I have a (s/o title here of your choosing), I can't just stop my life for yours. James, I cared for you and you threw me away like a used cigarette. Used, broken, and discarded. If you cared you would have stayed, you would have gave me some message that you were okay. But you didn't."

"(Y/n) please."

"James- No Diego is it? Don't call again. You left my life once, you can leave again. Don't try to contact me again."

Silently you end the call.

7:20AM. You still half the day before work. Silently you returned under the covers. Crying softly you held the blanket taught. Thinking of all the things you used to do with him, the tears increased.

A soft knocking on the door followed by soft footsteps caused you to look up. Gently they took your face in their hands, wiping your tears.

"Is everything okay? I just got back from my late shift? Wanna talk?"

Silently shaking your head no, your (s/o) climbs into bed behind you gently holding you as you cried yourself to sleep in the comfort of their arms.

After that, you wouldn't hear from him, you wouldn't see him. He left, just like you told him to.

But, he would never truly leave, he would always be there, quietly stalking through the shadows, scaring off thugs and keeping you safe. He would wait, he would wait for you to hear him out. He loved you too much to let you go like that. He wasn't ready to.

-------------- Ending 2: for all of you suckers------- 2.

"I've missed you." You softly whisper into the phone.

"(Y/n)" he softly replies "Please let me have another chance."

"We're strangers James- Diego. You don't even have the same name anymore. It's been ten years. I'm not the same person I was. I've changed, I've loved and I've lived. It's been ten years."

"I know. I know. We can get to know each other again, we can go on dates, we can start fresh. I'll tell you everything, I won't leave-"

"How can I trust that? You left once, you'll leave again."

"Not this time. This time, the story ends with you and me. We'll live together with our shiny new rings. We'll have kids - only if you want. We'll get those ten cats you always talked about. You can have whatever you want. I'll do whatever it takes to gain your trust. As long as your eyes are on me and you let me stay by your side I don't care."

"James. Can I call you that?"

"You can call me whatever you want."

"Friday at 7. I want to try that new restaurant that opened up. I'll text my address."

"Thank you, thank you. You won't regret it I-"

"Stop. This is just to see how much you've changed. This is not a guarantee."

"Thank you."

[smeddiemunson]

6 please. Not exactly angst, missed the headings on first glance. Don't know if I can give ideas,

Thinking of eddie getting a baby (we got given a bag of flour, some classes got eggs, not sure if it was done in 80s America; they're given actual dolls now, they're bloody freaky) from sex ed class to "learn responsibility". Phoning THE babysitter in a panic saying he's lost the baby and forgetting to mention that it's not an actual baby.

ahhh i'm finally getting to this!! i'm so sorry it took me so long! Thank you for being patient and thank you for not making me write angst 🖤 6: "i lost the baby"

As Steve entered through the front door of his home, he could already hear the phone ringing itself off the hook.

He grumbled about not being able to even take his shoes off before he was able to field a crisis, but still rushed over to the phone. He wasn't interested in letting it ring until it stopped, he never trusted that it would be possible for whoever was on the other end of the line to call back if it was an emergency. More than a few telemarketers had been privy to his urgent answer than he cared to admit.

"Harrington's," he rushed into the phone before it had reached his ear.

"Oh, Stevie," Eddie Munson panted. "I lost the baby and I don't know what to do."

Steve froze. This was the first he'd heard of anything to do with a baby, who would trust Eddie with a baby? He could barely be trusted to keep track of his own head and that was attached to the rest of his body. Surely the entire town knew now that if they needed a young adult man to look after a baby, Steve was the first person they should check in with? He loved babies and compared to the children he had experience heading, they'd probably be a walk in the park.

His second thought was sheer panic. A lost baby wasn't good in any circumstance. A lost baby in Hawkins, Indiana where monsters came out to play, was the worst of the circumstances.

"Okay, stay where you are. I'm coming." He didn't wait to hear Eddie's grateful reply. But just before he could slam the phone back into place on the wall he realised something.

"Wait, Eddie! Where are you?"

"At the school."

Steve hung up, suddenly thankful he hadn't had the time to take his shoes off. He could get to the school in thirteen minutes in a rush, he thought he could do it in eleven but he'd never had the opportunity to try. Missing a bit of first period had never seemed worth the test.

He supposed there was no better time to find out if he was right than in an emergency.

Ten minutes and forty-seven seconds later, he swerved into the Hawkins High parking lot. Eddie was bouncing from foot to foot and twisting his hands together in front of him. He kept glancing back and forth between the school and Steve's car.

The beemer was parked across three bays and left unlocked as Steve ran across the parking lot to meet with Eddie.

"Oh my god, Stevie, I owe you one, I cannot fail this class. I promised Wayne I'd be fine going back to school and, you know, everything and he'd gonna be so pissed if I flunk another year and, you know he won't say anything, but he'll be upset and I can't disappoint him any more than I already have and I--"

"Eddie!" Steve interrupted, still panting heavily from his short run and the amount of adrenaline pumping through his body. "Start at the beginning."

Eddie nodded sheepishly. "Okay, yeah, I can do that."

Steve knew that getting worked up wouldn't help the baby. It would be okay for one more minute while Eddie explained and they could come up with a plan of where to start rather than going in blind. It would be fine.

"So I got given one of those flower-baby things for home-ec. It's worth like 60% of my grade to keep this 'kid' 'alive'," he threw up air quote signs with his fingers.

Steve felt his vision start to cloud red. He knew he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he was sure Eddie said what he thought he said.

"A flour baby?" Steve echoed, interrupting Eddie's monologue.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows together. "Yeah? You know? You get a bag of flour and you have to draw a face on it, and put a little blue or pink hat on it. Treat it like a real child."

Steve could feel something bubbling in his chest. Anger.

He socked Eddie on the arm.

"Ow!" He furiously rubbed his arm where Steve hit him. "What did you do that for?

"You idiot," Steve hissed. "I thought you'd lost a real baby."

Eddie blinked. Then, arm forgotten about, he doubled over, clutching his stomach to laugh.

"You thought I had a real baby?" He wheezed.

Steve only barely restrained himself from hitting him again. "What was I supposed to think? You sounded really panicked!"

Eddie waved his hands in front of himself as he gulped in air through his titters. "I'm gonna fail home-ec!"

"Why the hell are you taking home-ec anyway? You can't cook."

"But I can sew," Eddie countered.

Steve just glared.

"Thank you for coming to my fake baby's rescue, Stevie. We really appreciate it. You're a good mom."

Steve flushed red. "Why would I be the one carrying it in this equation?"

Eddie smirked, reaching out to take Steve's waist in his hands. "Baby, have you seen these hips? Perfect for poppin' a kid or two out."

Steve batted his hands away. "Shut up."

"I'm serious. I think with a bit of effort--"

Steve clamped both of his hands over Eddie's mouth. "Shut. Up."

He felt Eddie smile under his palms then flinched away as he licked

"You're disgusting," He grumbled, turning swiftly on his heel to start marching towards his car.

Eddie had to do a weird little jog to keep up with him. "Come on, baby, don't be like that."

"I'll see you later."

Eddie grabbed his bicep to stop him in his tracks and spun him to look at him. He grabbed Steve's face in both his hands.

Steve tried to look around to see if anyone could see them, but the parking lot was as deserted as it was when he first arrived.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry for panicking you and I'm sorry for laughing at you," Eddie said gently, holding Steve's face completely still. "Will you please help me look for the fake baby we have together? So I don't fail another year of high school and so we can do something more fun tonight. I'll do anything you want."

A smile spread slowly over Steve's face. Eddie narrowed his eyes warily.

"Anything I want?" Steve asked coyly.

Eddie nodded slowly, finally dropping his hands back down to his sides. "Anything."

"Okay, let's find this stupid thing."

"That's no way to talk about your child, Stevie."

Steve shoved him but secretly felt very fond that Eddie would even think to fake adopt a fake baby with him.

"Are you going to tell me what I'll be doing?"

Steve shook his head. He leaned close enough so he could whisper. "You're just going to have to find out later, Daddy."

The sound of Eddie's desperate groan followed him into the school.

[rootedinrevisions]

Chasing Us: Part 5

SUMMARY: Hannah has a nightmare in the middle of the night and Tyler is there to help her work through it.

WARNINGS: NONE

WORD COUNT: 1k

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4

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Tyler stirred from his sleep, his senses slowly coming alive in the dim light of the room. He noticed Hannah's restless movements on the bed across the room-tossing, turning, and mumbling incoherently. A furrow formed on his brow as he heard the faint, distressed sounds escaping her lips. Something was wrong.

He sat up, watching her for a moment. Her breathing was rapid, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the moonlight coming in from the window. It didn't take him long to realize she was in the throes of a nightmare, one that wasn't going away on its own.

Without hesitation, Tyler threw the blanket off him and made his way over to the bed. He leaned over and gently shook her shoulder.

"Hannah," he whispered softly at first, but when she didn't respond, he tried again, his voice a little firmer. "Hannah, wake up."

Her eyes flew open, and for a split second, she seemed disoriented, caught between the dream world and reality. Her chest heaved with uneven breaths as her wide eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of where she was.

"Hey, it's okay," Tyler said softly, kneeling beside her on the bed. He reached for her hands, his touch gentle but steady, grounding her in the present. "It's just a dream. You're safe."

Hannah's breathing was still ragged, but her body trembling slightly slowed. Tyler stayed close, his hands never leaving hers, as he slowly coaxed her out of the nightmare's grip. "Focus on me," he urged quietly. "You're here, in this room, with me. Nothing's going to hurt you."

After a few moments, her breathing began to slow, the panic in her eyes gradually fading. She blinked, her gaze finally settling on Tyler's concerned face. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized the nightmare was over, but the memory of it still clung to her, heavy and suffocating.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to pull herself together. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't be sorry," Tyler replied, his voice firm yet gentle. "You don't have to go through this alone."

He gently pulled her up, and as she stood up, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest. His hand moved in slow, soothing circles on her back, trying to ease the lingering tension in her body. Hannah leaned into him, taking comfort in the solid warmth of his embrace.

After a moment, she stepped back, her eyes dropping to the floor as she tried to compose herself. Tyler's gaze remained on her, full of concern and care. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

Hannah hesitated, the memories of the dream still vivid and painful. But she could see the genuine care in his eyes, and something in her wanted to share the burden she'd been carrying alone for so long. She nodded slowly.

Tyler walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers, lying down and motioning for her to join him. Hannah hesitated for a split second before crawling in next to him, the mattress dipping slightly under their combined weight.

They lay side by side, the darkness of the room cocooning them in a quiet intimacy. Tyler turned his head to look at her, waiting patiently for her to start.

"It's a dream I've had too many times," Hannah began her voice barely above a whisper. "It's always the same...the tornado that almost made me stop chasing for good."

She took a deep breath, and as she started to recount the events, Tyler listened intently, his attention focused entirely on her. She described the storm that had started out as nothing more than a routine chase, something she had done a hundred times before. But it was quickly turned into something far more dangerous than anyone had anticipated.

"I was on top of a hill, about a mile away, watching as it grew into an EF5," she said, her voice trembling slightly as the memories surfaced. "I was supposed to be tracking an EF1 or maybe an EF2. No one expected it to grow so fast. All I could do was watch as it tore through everything in its path...my parents' farmhouse, the barn, the fields...everything was just...gone."

As she reached the part about the tornado hitting the family's farm, Tyler's heart clenched. He moved his arm and motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated for a moment before scooting over and laying her head on his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his chest. Tyler wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, offering silent comfort as she continued.

"We lost almost everything," she whispered. "All the animals...the land. The only things that survived were my family and our dog. It was...it was devastating. I almost gave it all up after that."

Tyler gently rubbed her back, his hand moving in soothing strokes. He leaned his cheek against the top of her head, his heart aching for the pain she had gone through. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been," he said quietly. "But I'm glad you didn't give up."

Hannah was quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in. There was something in his voice, a sincerity that made her feel understood, and supported in a way she hadn't expected. "I'm glad too," she finally said, her voice soft but steady.

They lay there in the silence that followed, the weight of the past lingering between them, but there was also a new sense of connection - a bond that was slowly deepening, blurring the lines of their pretend relationship.

As the minutes ticked by, the exhaustion of the day finally began to catch up with them. Tyler's hand continued to trace gentle patterns on her back as her breathing gradually slowed, her eyelids growing heavy. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, a small, tender gesture that felt like a promise of protection and care.

Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms, the boundaries between them slowly beginning to dissolve.