#and then the next month? boom mouth sores

[no-mercy-bby]

My mom saying "oh I need to get on that" about a problem I've been having for years🤩

[dp-marvel94]

Graveyard of Identities- Chapter 6

Summary:

Danny should feel lucky to be alive. After a month held captive by Vlad, barely remembering his life before, and nearly dying in his escape, he is finally safe, with friends in the Far Frozen. And yet, dread gnaws at him- a massive revelation at the edge of his consciousness, forgotten until the dead of night. It was a lie. All a lie. His past, his memories: all false. Amity Park, his friends and family: all real but… not his. The secret locks in his throat, unthinkable. He stays silent while the yetis welcome him as one of their own. But they do not know. And he can not tell them. He is not the Danny they think he is. He is not Danny at all.

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After lunch, Danny went back to his room. He did in fact nap for a short while, the moments of sleep invigorating for his sore muscles and tired mind.

The boy sat up in bed, a spark of excitement flickering in his core. The gardens… the image of the ice phoenix rose in his mind. The towering crystal apple trees, the rows of plants and mushrooms. The buzzing may-insects, an unknown fuzzy creature skittering by. And he had the entire afternoon to explore!

His eyes flickered to his desk, to the notebook and pencils sitting atop it…. Danny bit his lip, contemplating. He’d had a notebook at Vlad's, a way to keep up with his thoughts and the things he’d discovered about himself. He’d taken little notes and doodles, while exploring his garden. Not something he’d ever remembered the other Danny doing. But…. this Danny had enjoyed the practice. 

And now… his eyes went back to the journal… He wanted to write again…. 

Without giving it another thought, the boy picked up the notebook and pencils, slung them on a cloth bag on his back, and flew towards the garden.

Coming through the curtain of plants for a second time, Danny lingered in the doorway, eyes wide and curious. The area was so big! So many different sections, different types of plant and animal life… Or was it life at all, being in the Ghost Zone? Were these creatures native to the Realms? Or were they former residents of the material world, like human ghosts… and at least some of the yetis that were former humans? And wasn’t that a crazy thought…

His mind raced, already overcome with questions, even as his hungry eyes searched for more to see.

Just then, a loud rumble, like a crash of thunder, tore Danny from his musing. He looked up as a massive shadow fell over him. His jaw dropped. A massive eagle with talons large enough to pick up a full grown yeti flew overhead, its blue-white body crackling with lightning.

“The thunderbirds have returned!” A nearby yeti shouted, pointing up.

Sure enough, another boom sounded and a second giant bird swooped down, pursuing the first.

Danny drifted towards the yeti, staring up at the two eagles. They twirled in the air, paths intertwining in a mesmerizing aerial dance. Their calls were the sizzle of electricity, the boom of both close and far away thunder. 

Then… the two dove at each other, talons interlocking. They tousled in the air, spiraling closer to the ground. The half ghost instinctively ducked, reaching for his yeti companion, to pull the other ghost out of the way. 

But the yeti did not look afraid, face painted with a knowing awe.

At the last moment, the two thunderbirds pulled up. The trees shook with the movement, swift air ruffling Danny’s head.

“What are they doing?” He breathed, mouth wide.

“Courting.” They yeti grinned. “It looks like there will be a thunderbird chick on the cliffs this century!”

“Courting?!” His mouth opened and closed. “Like a mating ritual?” 

The other ghost eagerly nodded. “How incredible that you are here to see this! The time of your visit was very lucky.”

“Yeah.” And the boy actually believed the word, awe bubbling up in his core.

For several more minutes, the thunderbirds danced in the sky, the sound of their wings shaking the very walls. But eventually, their flight leveled out, the two flying towards far away towering cliffs. Far too soon, they vanished.

“That was incredible.” Danny’s voice trembled with awe, his eyes fixed on where the two birds had disappeared.

“It always is.” The yeti said. “I’ve seen their dance a dozen times at least since I arrived and each time, it’s just as breath- taking.” 

With an agreeing nod, the ghost boy turned to look at the other ghost. His eyes met ones glassy with nostalgia.

Then, the yeti noticed his gaze. “My apologies, Great One.” A shake of the head dissolved the far off look. “Mistress Periwinkle at your service.” She lowered her head, giving a bow. “What can I do for you?”

“Please, you don’t have to call me Great One.” The boy smiled sheepishly. “Just Danny is fine.”

“Then I suppose just Periwinkle will do for me as well.” She smiled almost cheekily, mischievously pleased at the breach of formality.

“Periwinkle then.” The half ghost chuckled. “Nice to meet you.” Then, his brow furrowed, curiously confused. “Periwinkle… isn’t that kinda…” 

“A strange name for a yeti?” The other ghost cut in, interpreting his uncertainty. At the half ghost embarrassed nod… “It’s my name from my first life, as a human. I choose to keep it after being re-born here.”

Danny blinked, surprised. “Frostbite told me some of you used to be human. And so you…” He vaguely waved his hands, mind whirling as he put pieces together. “You said a dozen times… and this century…” His eyes widened. “How long ago was this? Where did you live? How did you end up here?” He blushed, mouth snapping shut as his mind caught up with his words. “Sorry.”

“It is alright.” She smiled comfortingly. “I lived in what I believe you now call Scotland, thirteen centuries ago or so. As for how I found myself here…” Her brow furrowed, looking at him with some concern. “I am sure you know becoming a ghost requires the passage from one life to the next.”

Danny shuffled awkwardly, looking away. “You don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want to…”

Periwinkle shook her head. “Speaking of my death brings me no pain. It has long passed after all. I am just wary of speaking of it with someone who experienced his own change so recently.” She smiled at him kindly. “I do not want to cause you pain, young one.”

His heart squeezed, for once touched at the worry over him. “That’s really sweet actually. Thanks for worrying about me.” He blushed again. “But I’m fine really. And I’m curious…”

“I can tell you are a curious soul.” She chuckled. “I was young when it happened, barely seventeen. It was late fall. My husband was out hunting with his father and brothers, and I took our little son with me to collect water from the river. A sudden blizzard fell upon us.” Her eyes wandered, far away in memory. “It was bitterly cold. I could not see my own arms in front of me. I knew I would be unable to find my way back until it passed. So I pressed myself into the hollow of a tree, my back to the wind to shelter my son. I hoped I could wait it out. But the wind blew harder. Soon I could not feel my toes. I was so cold… and then warm. But I could not take off my layers, not while holding my baby. He was crying… and it made my heart ache. I longed for nothing more than to keep him safe and to comfort him. So I kissed his head. I told him to be brave, that I loved him…” She trailed off with a shake of her head.

And Danny’s heart twisted, at once saddened, horrified, and guilty. “I… I’m so sorry.” He stammered.

“No, I apologize again. I am sure you did not wish to hear that much detail.” Periwinkle gave him a comforting smile. “And take heart, while my love and his kin did not find me in time, I did succeed in saving our son.” 

“He survived?” The half ghost gasped.

“Aye. They found him safely nestled between the bark and my breast, cold and distraught but alive.” A proud light sparked in her eyes. “He grew to become a caring husband and father. And when he passed from the first life, his soul found himself here as well, to my delight.”

“So he’s here too?” Danny asked. “Is he one of the warriors? Or does he help in the garden too?”

“Goodness no.” The yeti woman laughed. “I have never seen someone able to make even silent plants scream. He has no talent with things of the ground, or for the spear. But he does have a gift for caring for the little ones.”

“CrystalBreeze?” The boy blinked, surprised. “I met him this morning. He is really great with the kids.”

“He is.” Periwinkle smiled proudly. “You meet my Crys, then.” The grin turned mischievous. “Did he send you to check on his old mother?”

“No.” Danny gave a laugh. “Actually, I came ‘cause I wanted to take a look around the garden. Maybe doodle some sketches?” He waved his notebook in example. “Ask some questions?”

“Well, if you have questions, I am most certainly the woman to ask. What queries tickle your brain?”

“There’s so many!” His eyes flickered brighter in excitement. “I saw the ice phoenix yesterday. And maybe something that was a bee or butterfly. Do you have bugs here? And there’s so many different kinds of plants! What are those called?” He pointed to the white and yellow flowers carpeting the ground. “Are they like… the ghosts of living plants? Or are they native to the Infinite Realms? Do you eat them? Do you even need to eat? And-”

“One question at a time, Danny.” The yeti waved her hands, cutting him off with an amused note.

“Sorry.” The boy blushed.

“No need to apologize. Curiosity is something to be admired.” She soothed. “Your first question… about insects, wasn’t it? We do have insects. See here?” Periwinkle bent down, pointing out a fingernail-sized gold and black creature perched on one of the flowers. “This is a gold bee.” Its wings buzzed softly, drifting to the next flower. “We keep bees hives for the honey. And there.” She pointed up, at a blooming crystal apple tree. “A bread-and-butterfly.”

“That’s an appropriate name.” Danny laughed, eyes crinkling at the toast-slice shaped and colored wings.

“Quite.” The yeti nodded. “And these are arctic poppies.” She pointed to the yellow and white, cup-shaped flowers below. “We plant them for the bees. Their nectar produces an excellent honey.” Her brow furrowed. “What else did you ask?”

“Are there flowers like this in the actually arctic? Or are these like…. Realm natives?”

“Arctic poppies do exist in the human world.” Periwinkle said. “Though many of our plants and animals no longer have living realm counterparts or never have. I know little about why certain creatures reflect in this realm and others do not. Or why some only exist here…” Her brow wrinkled in thought. “Thunderbirds are creatures of human legend, so perhaps that plays a role.”

“That’s cool!” Danny grinned. “I’m pretty sure yetis are legends in the human world too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “Did you have stories about yetis when you were alive? Is that why….” He motioned up and down her furry form.

“No. I suspect this had more to do with my freezing to death.” She stated it plainly, a fact she had long seen grown used to. “I’ve heard similar from others of the dead here. And my Crys, being death touched from a young age and by the cold no less….” She shrugged. “It is hard to know for sure. I just know similar souls tend to find each other.” Periwinkle smiled at him affectionately, ruffling his hair. “I am sure that is why you keep finding your way back to us.

The boy laughed, leaning into the touch. Then he straightened, a realization hitting him. He side-eyed the yeti. “I’m not gonna grow horns and….” He made a face. “A lot more hair, am I?”

The yeti woman shrugged again. “Only time will tell.”

He grimaced, then dismissed the thought. Without functional ice powers, it was unlikely anyway, wasn’t it? Plus, he was part human. He couldn’t exactly stay in the Far Frozen forever.

“Tell me more about the garden.” Danny pointedly changed the subject. “You grow a lot of this to eat, right? Do you guys actually have to eat though?”

“No. That is a blessing of this second life. We eat for pleasure, not sustenance. We sleep for the same reason. Both are ways to pass the time. And I for one enjoy tending the plants and watching them grow. It is much easier work than during my human days for sure.”

The boy nodded thoughtfully. “Frostbite said as much, that yetis don’t have to sleep.”

“It is very enjoyable though.” Periwinkle said. “Most especially after a hefty meal.”

“Speaking of meals…” The boy’s eyes flickered to a lattice wall with neon orange mushroom protruding from it. “I’ve eaten some of this stuff before. Jelly mushrooms, crystal apples.” He motioned to each in turn. “And is that ginsdo?” He pointed towards a shrub with heart-shaped leaves. His brow furrowed. “I didn’t realize those were leaves. How were they chewy?”

“They take on that consistency when boiled.” The yeti explained, walking over to pluck one of the leaves. “I believe it is because of the inner portion. You will notice the leaf itself is quite thick

[fandomsnstuff]

Im just a sucker for the holidays ok it's melancholy lucretia time

@taznovembercelebration Ice or steam

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After six months on her own, Lucretia thought she'd gotten used to the loneliness. She has to be okay with it, otherwise it'll consume her. But with the arrival of her first Candlenights alone in Faerun, she finds herself feeling emptier than usual.

Even with Davenport's mental state improving since she found them a place to live outside the ship, the pit of guilt and grief in her chest is cavernous.

She told herself at the beginning of this that she wouldn't seek out the boys. It wouldn't help her mental state any, and she doesn't want to interfere with their new lives. But with the cold weather and holiday season, she misses them dearly. A peek wouldn't hurt.

Raven's Roost doesn't get much for snow, but all the residents seem to have banded together to deck the whole place out. The sides of the bridges between pillars are wrapped with garland, every home and business is lined with soft colourful lights, plant arrangements with bows and ornaments sit on porches, and candles flicker in the windows as the sky darkens.

She finds the shop with surprising ease. The shop itself is dark, the only light being the string lights loosely weaved between festive wooden figures displayed in the front window. The home above the shop is alive with activity. A Candlenights bush glitters in the window, decorated with handcrafted wooden and metal ornaments, including a duck.

From her spot on the street, Lucretia can see people chatting and hugging, exchanging gifts and eating cookies. She swears she can hear Magnus's booming laugh through the layers of glass and wood between them. Her heart swells, and she weeps.

She stays there, listening for Magnus's voice, until the cold starts to get to her.

Her next stop is a beach. It's dusted lightly with snow, and the frozen sand crunches under her feet. She finds the beach dwarves in the middle of a Candlenights festival. She would stick out like a sore thumb in this crowd, so she stealths her way through (thank you, magic), looking for Merle. She finds him smack dab in the middle of all of it, dressed as Santa, working through a long line of children.

Lucretia claps a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. She loves Merle, and he was something of a father figure to her, but if she had to pick anyone to be Santa at a Candlenights festival, it wouldn't be him. He never struck her as the type who would voluntarily deal with little kids for this long.

She hides behind an oversized fake snowman and just observes. He goes in and out of his Santa voice constantly, and accidentally drops a few curse words here and there, but otherwise he's not a bad Santa. He nods along to every kid's holiday wishes, and says some variation of "we'll see." He asks them if they've been good, and makes them giggle when he asks them if they're absolutely sure.

She lingers until Santa's Workshop closes, then leaves to allow Merle to enjoy the rest of his Festival.

She thought her last stop would be harder to pin down, but there were flyers plastered everywhere. She finds herself in a picturesque little town, snow covers everything, making the whole place look like a greeting card. The Sizzle It Up caravan glitters in the dark, spilling light and delicious smells out to the crowd as Taako makes an entire holiday spread.

Lucretia hangs at the back of the crowd. All she can do is smile as she watches him in his natural habitat. She ignores the ache in her chest when she notices the empty space next to him. Even with everything, he's subconsciously leaving a space for her.

When the show ends, she gathers enough courage to approach for a sample. She takes the small serving of bread pudding, smiles, and thanks him. Taako waves her off, as aloof as ever. It's only a bite or two, so she throws away the little paper cup, takes one last look at him, and starts heading out.

When she's just at the edge of town, she hits a patch of ice, hidden under the snow, and falls backwards. A hand catches her by the arm and steadies her.

"Careful," a familiar voice says. Her eyes widen, she whips around, and there's Barry. He looks like himself, but there's a faint red shimmer around him, and he's just a little bit translucent.

"Barry," she breathes. There's a million things she could and should say to him. She ends up with, "what are you doing here?"

He puts his hands in his pockets and angles his head back towards the caravan, "same as you."

"Barry, I'm-" she fidgets nervously- "I'm sorry," she whispers. He sighs and she says, "I just- the relics were destroying-"

He shakes his head, "I don't want to do this with you, Lucretia. Not tonight." He puts a spectral hand on her shoulder, it makes her skin tingle. "Take care of yourself, Luce. Joyous Candlenights."

"Joyous Candlenights," she responds. Then Barry's gone in the blink of an eye. She pretends she didn't wish for him to hug her.

When she returns to where she's living, Davenport's waiting for her with hot chocolate. It's piled high with whipped cream and has chocolate sprinkles on top, just the way she likes it. She smiles and accepts the drink, settling on the couch to watch Frosty the Fantasy Snowman. "Joyous Candlenights, Dav," she says.

He responds with a chipper "Davenport!" but she gets the message.

[ethereousdelirious]

Welcome to the sediment layer of "fills I had to write on a 10+ y/o iPhone because I post my real phone in Canada"

It has since been replaced, but. That was a dark time

Sicktember 2023 Day 28

Prompt: "I should have stayed home"

Fandom: Pokémon

Characters: W.allace, St.even

Notes: Emeto emeto emeto

Now, at this very moment, linguists were re-writing the Official Hoennese Dialect Dictionary. Flip to the 'D' section— there, under 'down bad,' a picture of Wallace sweating through his shirt.

Definition: whatever; example sentence: "Wallace is down bad for Steven Stone."

Down so bad that he'd agreed to come to this hours-long lecture on rocks. Down so bad that he hadn't canceled despite waking up with the stomach ache of the century. Despite the near-misses he'd had throughout the day, stifled gags behind closed lips and hoping the challenger of the hour wouldn't notice anything. And thank the Makers that he hadn't actually gotten sick in his Gym, because then some poor janitor would have had to melt the ice and drain the water and that would have been a nightmare.

Wallace's stomach bucked beneath his waistband. Oh, right. He was already in a nightmare. A never ending stream of lectures on rocks and stones and boulders and minerals and whatever else and he was right up front, so when he inevitably left to go puke his guts up in the university bathroom, everyone would notice.

And then, once he'd recovered, he'd have to find his seat again and sweat through some more lectures, because of course Steven was speaking last.

There was just no way Wallace could miss his speech, not after months of late-night phone calls helping Steven workshop subheading names and sentence structures. He'd been so excited that Wallace had agreed to come.

So Wallace was going to sit and swallow back the waves of nausea and shiver in his custom white suit (with the diamond-studded tulle capelet, thank you very much) and be there for his best friend.

All he had to do was wait.

And wait.

And w— and not throw up, do not, do not.

And wait.

The misery came in waves: first a cold sweat on his brow and pressure in his stomach, then more sweat rolling down his back, then a heavy urge to retch sitting in the back of his throat. His breaths came so loud through his nose it interfered with his ability to hear the lectures and surely his neighbors resented the chill of his exhalations on their wrists, but he couldn't control it. Not if he wanted to control his stomach.

Worst of all, the longer he held back, the more his stomach hurt, cramping like Nolan's Pinsir had him in a Vise Grip.

Pressure and pain built up in his belly until he just couldn't ignore it any more. Brackish saliva flooded his mouth and every attempt to swallow it down met increased resistance at the back of his throat.

He stood just as applause filled the auditorium— a stroke of luck. Keeping his head down, he stumbled over his neighbors' legs on his way out of the auditorium. How rude, to leave like this. But still, it was better than vomiting all over the carpet.

Wallace staggered into the atrium with the next speaker's voice booming in his head— "...the significance of Kanto's Mt Moon. How many of you have had the chance to visit—"

Wallace's stomach lurched and all his senses slammed inward with it, frantic focus on self and now and oh no I'm not going to make it.

Giving up on the bathroom, he steered himself toward the nearest trash can and immediately coated its contents with a thin wash of watery stomach acid. The edge of the can rammed into his sore abdomen and he heaved again, this time bringing up nothing but a quiet noise of distress.

Tears flooded his eyes and his knees gave out. He hit the ground hard, further irritating his stomach, which now felt like the Rusturf Tunnel: violently hollowed with rusty digging equipment.

He sat there on the floor for a moment. Just enough to collect himself, calm his breathing. He felt better now, really, a little better. Better enough that he could do the stupid, thirsty thing and stay long enough to listen to Steven's speech. Otherwise, what was it all for?

All he had to do was picture the grateful look on Steven's beautiful face and it would all be okay.

The feeling of tentative stability stayed through the second half of the speech he'd bailed on, even backing off enough to let him enjoy honest butterflies in his stomach when Steven finally took the stage.

Wallace's front row seat gave him a perfect view of the way Steven's silvery-green eyes sparkled in the spotlights. They were especially captivating tonight, probably because of the fever cooking Wallace's brain. Or, no, Steven really was that magical, wasn't he? From the easy way he commanded a room to his effortless presence in battle, he really was divine.

"...Wallace, whom I really cannot thank enough."

Wallace shook himself. Was that a blush on Steven's cheeks?

"Please stand up, Wallace; I really could not have done this without you." Steven gestured into the audience. "Gym Leader Wallace, everyone."

With his own cheeks burning, Wallace stood. He would have waved to Steven if he hadn't immediately come over dizzy. All his focus shifted at once to the monumental task of staying upright; he had to lock his knees and lean back against his chair for the modicum of stability it offered him.

He all but collapsed when the applause died down and Steven's next few sentences faded away to the roar in his ears.

Oh.

He was really sick.

He should have realized it earlier, probably, as though gagging into a trash can and collapsing hadn't been enough of an indicator. He was… too sick to be here and too stubborn to leave.

Even when the roar in his ears died out, silver spots blinked in his eyes and refused to go away no matter how he tried to ignore them. Worse still, the cramping pain in his stomach came back, low and constant.

And still.

He refused to regret his decision to stay. Steven really had blushed and that meant something and damned if Wallace was going to leave before reaping the rest of tonight's rewards. If staying earned him even one more smile, then he would stay.

-

"Wallace! There you are!" Steven beamed, his smile no less dazzling for the muddy yellow lights beaming down from the exterior of the auditorium. "I wondered where you'd gotten off to."

"Smoke break," Wallace said, uncrossing his arms before Steven could notice how desperately he'd been holding his stomach.

It seemed Steven was too caught up to notice anyway, because he didn't even pretend to laugh at Wallace's bad joke. "I'm so glad you came," he said, taking one of Wallace's hands between both of his own. "Really, I can't thank you enough. You look wonderful."

Wallace's stomach did a flip, half nerves and half real nausea. "I wouldn't miss it," he said. Steven had no idea.

"I'm glad you're alone, actually." Steven held tight to Wallace's hand, somehow not noticing the cold sweat on his palm.

Another flip.

Well, less of a flip and more of a triple lutz, triple flip combination that kicked up a dangerous splash of briny saliva in the back of Wallace's throat. He swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep focused on Steven's face when every instinct in his body screamed at him to curl up on his side and get ready to turn his stomach inside-out.

"Wallace, I wanted to ask you to dinner," Steven said, "just the two of us." His eyes shined green and earnest in the yellow light, putting to rest any lingering suspicion that this was just another dinner between friends.

He had left Wallace the perfect opening to say something charming or, better yet, heartfelt. But the only thing behind his lips was a strangled gag. He swallowed it down and managed to squeak out, "A date?" without painting Steven's shoes, but it was a near thing. Oh, he could cry. All he'd wanted, it was all he'd wanted...

"Yes," Steven said slowly, "a date. Wallace, are you—"

Wallace turned and heaved into the bushes, yanking his hand out of Steven's. There really, really wasn't anything left to come up and he coughed on the empty gags crawling up his throat.

"Wallace!" Steven's warm palm found his forehead, the other anchoring on his back.

The leaves tickled Wallace's face. He batted feebly at them, hands shaking, heaved again, and then his knees buckled and Steven had him, Steven had him.

"Wallace, can you look at me?"

Ugh, leave it to Steven to start testing his mental orientation instead of immediately administering mouth to mouth. With tongue.

"M'fine." Not strictly true. "Not having an aneurysm." A shudder ran through him and Wallace stifled a groan into the warmth of Steven's thigh. "My stomach hurts."

Steven's muscles shifted beneath Wallace's cheek and warm fingers began to brush his hair back. "Did you eat anything questionable earlier?"

Wallace shook his head as much as his positioning would allow. Ah, yes, he was mostly on the pavement, wasn't he? He should get up; his suit would get all dirty. "Haven't… felt well all day. Had to close my Gym early."

"Then why—" Steven's hand stilled for a moment. "Not that I'm not grateful, but why did you come if you weren't feeling well?"

Wallace tried to shift so he could look Steven in the eye, but his stomach cramped fiercely, so he stayed still. "I was hoping you'd ask me out on a date."

"Ohhh..." Steven sighed. "Wallace." He took a deep breath and released it, running his hands through his hair. "Can you sit up? Apparently we're having our first date at the ER."

-

The nurses spared Wallace some indignities and let him keep his suit on. Steven had to help him with his jacket and with rolling up his sleeve and even held his hand when it was time for the IV (which was very, very soon after arriving, because Wallace passed out in the lobby like some kind of waifish soap opera star).

"Did you know you have a fever?" Steven asked, reaching over to put a hand on Wallace's forehead.

Wallace closed his eyes, anchoring one hand on the emesis basin in his lap in case he needed it. "No," he said. The fluids had cleared his mind a little, but all he could picture was Steven's spotlight-dazzling smile. "I would've come anyway."

"I—" Steven broke off with a sigh. "You really don't think you should have stayed home?"

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to ask me out on a date?" Wallace countered. "I had a feeling tonight would be the night."

"You could have asked me out if you were so sure," Steven said, strangely subdued. Wallace opened his eyes and found Steven frowning at him, a furrow between his brows.

"I wanted you to ask me."

"But does that mean that you only agreed to help me with my speech because you wanted—"

"Steven Stone." Wallace held up a hand to stop him and winced when he pulled on the tape holding his IV line in place. "I risked throwing up all over your parents tonight because I wanted you to ask me out on a date. I helped you with your speech because I love— Ah." Searing heat flooded Wallace's face and his stomach dropped, though not in a way that indicated a strong need for the emesis basin. He white-knuckled it anyway, drawing it closer. "...rocks," he finished weakly. "Because I love rocks."

Steven, who had yet to let go of Wallace's hand, pressed a kiss to the back of it like he couldn't help himself, like it was something as reflexive as breathing. "You know, Wallace," he said, gazing at him like he was more beautiful than any diamond, "I love rocks, too."

And this time, Wallace and his upset stomach managed to not ruin the moment.

That honor went to the doctor, who interrupted their adorable little mutual confession with questions about Wallace's health and wellbeing, like that mattered when he could have been canoodling in a hospital bed with Steven.

When the doctor was finally satisfied, thankfully clearing Wallace to go home, Steven took his hand again. "Have you at least learned a lesson from all this?"

"Oh, sure." Wallace squeezed his hand and smiled despite his exhaustion. "Steven Stone rewards bad behavior."

[dragonheadskilax]

[ I had an ask from @mysticetus but tunglr made a disappearing act with it when I tried to draft it though I still wanna answer what I remember what it was about! ]

For the question on where I gotten my leeches I get them from North America BioPharma and Leeches.biz (Canada only now). I’ve tried contacting leech keepers/breeders for any available ones through their socials but I didn’t get any responses. I’ve occasionally seen on the ��leech gang’ subreddit on people needing to give away their leeches. On facebook there’s a group of the same nature that would likely have keepers willing to give some away but since I dont got a facebook account I haven’t looked into it.

Next comment was about how even when people typically keep leeches fashioned in a mason jar I keep mine with hides and plants. I know leeches are a worm and won’t do as much as another animal but after many years of leech keeping it’s a lot of learning as to what’s good, what’s unnecessary, and what’s needed for them. They can grow big up to 7 inches at rest so a jar would get outgrown.

The thing they do of sticking their head out the water for the day is so then they can get oxygen not abundant in the water column. This can be supplemented by having a water current like from an airstone or sponge filter. If they keep their face rolled up and under rocks it’s because they’re light sensitive. Leeches have simple eyes all over them. Or are going to sleep and want to cover their eyes. if they had hides and things to go under they can rest easier.

I like keeping a planted tank cuz I like plant care in general and that includes aquatics. That would mean keeping a balance of things since it’s an unfiltered tank (well leeches poop once a month if I see it happen). So throughout the years I’ve seen all kinds of critters in the water like water mites which only had a small boom before disappearing as they only ate algae. I have brown hydra which people online worry a lot about seeing in a tank but I only see one every month so it’s not harmful as a tiny population, my ostracods would even try to sit on them if they aren’t hungry. I’d advise not keeping larger snails since they can apparently try to lick the skin off a leech which would give sores (from what i’ve seen from how a leechkeeper lost theirs), nerites are gentle and don’t touch them though. Having this whole ecosystem is nice in the long run for the immune system of a leech to not need more frequent water changes than if were a very simple tank of just rocks and hides. Leeches can get ‘cotton mouth’ fungal infections just like fish do which are caused by ill health or poor water quality.

I don’t even put many plastics or decor made for aquariums since leeches crawl on their bellies and are very soft bodied. I sand down wood and any textured rocks be round than spiky. It’s just very rewarding to see anything new be used or touched by a leech, curious beasts. I still would keep a leech in a simple carrier of water for a few days after eating (for no quick big poops) or if the tank is being changed with anything new.

Okay I think that’s all the thoughts I have, it’s a lot but I love leeches so much and learning anything new is cool. Here’s a video of a leech that mimics as a seahorse

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Upsetting His Pregnant Wife | Ushijima, Sakusa

Pairings: Ushijima X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female) 

Genre: soft comfy angst to fluff tehe, mafia!ushi too! 

Author’s Note: @ushijimabae suggested this idea to me as a comment on a post tehe and I really liked it so here I am! I hope you guys enjoy!! also LONGG also Boom more sakusa and now, Mafia! Ushijima tehe ! 

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Sakusa: 

This sinking feeling in your chest

The touch of his skin against yours was so short, so fleeting whenever you sat beside him, reached for his hand, or you just wanted to be with him

You couldn’t tell if maybe this had been normal or if you were just overreacting because of your hormones but whatever it was

You didn’t like this feeling

Especially when you just wanted to be with him

It felt like recently, now that Omi would be home with you for the next few months to take care of you, whenever you wanted to spend some proper time with him, after a few moments of making contact with each other, he would be out of his seat, off to somewhere else to take care of a chore

It had been more or less than two weeks since Omi started staying home instead of going to practices or games from here on out, though he did get in a regular workout from home instead though

It felt like little fireworks were going off inside you the first two nights and days when you got to sleep later at night with him, staying up, and then waking up and finding him still beside you

But as the days went on, this little paradise was short lived as he woke up as his normal time for his morning practices to go out on long runs instead

Leaving you alone at breakfast

Whenever he came home and took a thorough shower, even giving him a hug, a burning and sinking feeling filled your chest when you wrapped your arms around him the best you could with your bump and all

But his hands

You loved him and his hands but not this moment as he subtly and lightly pushed your arms kind of away from him, breaking the hug early

You didn’t mind it since it was only the first thing but you noticed it a few more times after dinner

When you tried to drape your legs across his lap, he would lightly pat your legs, telling you he needed to use the bathroom and come back and sit somewhere else like on a different couch or sit beside you, practically at arms distance

But enough was enough

You didn’t want to directly ask but you also couldn’t just ignore this

But this moment was perfect

The last ounces of light glowed in the summer sky as the temperature slowly dropped as night approached

Fireflies slowly began to shine and float about throughout the neighborhood as their time of the year was here

You could feel the heat through the rubber gloves as you scrubbed the dishes clean, not a plate or utensil left in the drying rack as you dried them off too, returning them to their rightful place back in the cupboards

All the leftover dishes were put away

Floors swept

Table wiped down

Chairs returned to their rightful place

There was nothing he could possibly do in the kitchen that needed to be put away or cleaned or anything

This really would prove whether or not he really was avoiding you and just the thought

The mere idea that he possible could be

It broke your heart

“Omiomi, do you want some tea?” You called from the kitchen as you swirled a spoonful of honey into yours, the metal utensil creating light tinging sounds as the edges tapped the sides of the porcelain cup

“No, thanks,” he responded, his voice monotone as he didn’t even look up, continuing to scroll through his phone

You switched off the kitchen light, emerging from the darkness toward the light in the living room, towards your husband

And now this was the true test

You drank your tea, sitting on the recliner, one of the other available seats, sipping your tea while you watched some tv

But you weren’t really paying attention

You were just mindlessly watching the images and scenes come and go as you peripherally observed Omi

And here it was

After about what you thought were a few minutes, you set down your tea onto the coffee table and put on a warm, loving smile, Omi’s eyes meeting yours, off his phone as your approached

The couch sighed beneath your weight as you sat close to Omi, draping your legs across his lap, cuddling close, resting your head on his shoulder

He was so warm, it seeped into your skim, making your heart flutter just feeling his touch

You nuzzled even closer, making yourself at homes in his arms which felt so natural

He continued to scroll, minding his own as his hand lightly stroked down your leg

Though you were so caught up in just being near him for the first time in awhile that you didn’t even notice his hand was practically hovering over your leg

Kiyoomi sat comfortably in his seat with you at his side, your presence so nice

It was so comforting for the two of you

But there was an itch

Or something

There was just a feeling inside of him and he didn’t know what he needed to do to get rid of it

He could smell your tea from where he sat as the scent wafted toward him  

It felt so nice, this feeling that you had been longing for so long

And now you had it and him

The warm aroma of the tea warmed him inside and out, alongside your touch at his side - it was so calming

As you settled in, you felt silly now that you realized that you thought Kiyoomi wouldn’t want to be at your side anymore

He paused in his movements, thinking about the tea as he watched yours on the coffee table

After a few silent moments that you settled in, you felt a light, subtle push from him, your mind telling you that he was telling you to get off of him

“Actually, I will make some tea, I’ll be back..” He walked off stoically, not even sparing you a glance as he made up his mind unbeknownst to you that he wanted tea to drink with you

You couldn’t even begin to describe what the sudden temperature change that happened inside your body, your heart dropping and breaking inside

His body disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a cup, making his tea, stirring in honey and warm milk, the warm aroma smelled so good, he could almost taste it

The blanket pooled on the floor as it slid off your legs as you made your way up the stairs, your vision blurring, a deep low rumbling in your ears as you held your breath

A heat burning in your throat as it felt like it was being closed off

“Y/N? Where are you going?”

The voice of your husband sounded while you were already halfway up the stairs, his cup of tea in hand and a plate of crackers to go with it but he didn’t miss the sound of your sniffles

“A bath...” you pushed out, trying to sound as normal as possible but he heard the slightest quiver

Also it didn’t make sense to him. You had already showered earlier today and there was no reason for you to clean yourself again

Did you spill your tea on yourself?  

No, that wasn’t it since your tea was just as he saw it last before he went to make his own

He set down the platter of crackers, sipping his own tea in silence, waiting to hear the water start to run

But after a few minutes, there was nothing

He went up the dimly lit carpeted stairs to the upper level, still not hearing any water running, no music that you usually played while you showered or bathed

Nothing

But only as he stepped into your guys’ shared bedroom, turning on the light could he hear the faintest thing

Sniffles and sad weeps sounded through the crack beneath the bathroom door

Your cheeks were burning from how your tears made your skin dry, your eyes sore, your throat dry

Now you really wish you had your tea

But you also wished you had your husband with you

It was a dull but deepening ache in your chest as you thought about it more and more and it was all you could think of

Was he losing interest? Now? With the baby on the way?

Did he not love you as much anymore?

It broke your heart, you couldn’t hold in your cries as it seeped out

Omi’s hand hovered over the doorknob before he heard you

He never felt it before in his life but his heart sunk deep inside hearing your cries

Your hands trembled as you buried your mouth into your elbow, muffling the cries as if you were afraid he could hear you all the way downstairs but you didn’t want to get carried away

You would have to return downstairs or see him at some point

Even if it felt like to you that he didn’t want to

Your arms and legs felt cold as you sat on the tiled floor of the bathroom, only the moonlight pooling in from the skylight was your only source of light in the bathroom

You hugged yourself the best you could, your hands rubbing over and around your pregnant belly

At least you weren’t truly alone

“I have you,” you whimpered to yourself in your head, feeling more tears slide down your face, dripping off your chin

This dreadful feeling - it was so unsatisfying

It didn’t feel right at all but there was nothing you could do, at least not that you could think of

It hurt

As you sniffled and cried in the moonlight by yourself in the cold bathroom, you almost didn’t hear the light knock until it was more prominent

The sound itself made you instinctively freeze as if you were hiding

“Y/N?”

Kiyoomi was knelt down on the carpet right outside the bathroom door, no longer standing

For the first time, he was heartbroken just hearing your anguish

He had never really loved someone outside his family or volleyball in his life before until you came in and now here you two were

He never understood how hearing others being sad could make himself sad but he knew now that he was experiencing it

“Please open the door.” He held the doorknob, the metal cool in the palm of his hand as he gripped it, not hesitating to open it as soon as he felt the click of you unlocking it

Before he could even think, his body moved as natural as breathing

“What’re you doing crying in the dark by yourself, honey?” He asked with such a hurt in his voice as the lights came on and your body was enveloped into his

His voluntary touch, his voice

He did his best to hold you even with your large pregnant belly in between the two of you

Your heart beat faster as your legs gave out a bit more despite you already being on the ground

Sad cries were buried into his chest

He practically lifted you off the floor and into his lap even though you were much heavier now that you were pregnant but he could care less about your pregnant weight, even if this was your normal weight

You cried and he comforted you, rubbing his hand down your back slowly, wiping away your tears, letting you let it all out

Nothing more mattered to him than you

“It feels like recently,” you started, your voice weak, your eyes down, watching your hands fiddle with each other with his hand that wiped your tears, pads of his fingers grazing your skin

“It feels like you’re avoiding me or like you don’t want me anymore - like you don’t want to be near me,” you whimpered, feeling a pang in your chest as it dissipated into a warm heat that melted through your body

Your own words made you feel crazy now that you were saying it out loud

“What do you mean?” He asked genuinely curious

“Have I been saying things in a brushing off manner? Did I ignore you?” He asked, assessing the terrain as usual

“Well, whenever we’re downstairs, I wanna cuddle with you but after a few minutes of me being beside you, you get up and go somewhere else,” your voice cracked as all these moments you’ve been observing for the past few weeks ran through your head

“And sometimes you come back and sit somewhere else, so it just feels like you don’t want me or you don’t want to be near me…” It hurt as it felt like your fear was coming through the more you thought about it, the more you said it

You sobbed into his chest, bringing your hands to your mouth to silence your cries but they were just too painful and obvious to hide

Kiyoomi listened to every word you said before he wrapped his arms more securely around you, resting his cheek upon the crown of your head as he rocked ever so slightly with you in his lap

“Have I really been doing that?” He spoke his thoughts, not remembering exactly when he did this but of course he didn’t mean to

You nodded, whimpering as the tears couldn’t be stopped, the sinking feeling now changing and morphing into almost what felt like a cold twist and pull inside, coiling more and more as the mere thought of your husband not wanting you grew

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I really didn’t mean to do this. And of course I want to be with you.” He rubbed his hands against your arms, squeezing them without bringing you any pain

“I don’t want to make any excuses but it could’ve just been an old part of me that still exists.. With all these germs and diseases in the world, I never thought I would be with anyone at all..” He looked down to you, your face in such a close proximity with his, he just knew that if his high school self could see him now, he probably would have been in such utter disbelief

Words couldn’t even begin to describe the cool yet also warm wave of guilt slowly was over him as disappointment pooled deep within

“But you came into my life.” He reassured, putting his words together carefully. “You’re the one I married and I made a vow to be with til death years ago.” He squeezed with every word, hoping they would help mend your broken pieces back together

“I’m so sorry,” his voice cracked into a whisper, his hand cupping your face, wiping away as many tears as he could in hopes he could see your god sent smile soon

your eyes straining from all the tears you’ve been weeping

And at this point, you couldn’t even tell if they were open or closed anymore

But either way, you were just feeling so much all at once, it was overwhelming

you wanted this moment to freeze so everything could be sorted out

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you as tightly as he could without hurting you in any way

His tough alone, hearing him, feeling him, his warmth

It was just much for your wounded heart

“I’ll hold you like this whenever you want until it’s time for me to go back and however long you want.” He leaned back into the door, holding you close

His hands and arms never really ceased their movements as he always rubbed or stroked his skin lightly with yours

“I love you,” he spoke into your head, holding you as physically close as he could.

And never in his life did he ever think he would want this with anyone but he never wanted to let you go

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Ushijima: ft. Tendo

Pregnancy was very much the biggest, newest experience you would be going through for sure

Newest because you never thought you would live in such a lavish home, alongside many others, able to travel to any of them with any of the modes of transportation Wakatoshi provided

You never thought you would be connected to the mafia in any way, let alone be the wife of Wakatoshi, the boss, but the story of how you two met would be a different one to tell another day

Guards stood their post at the entrances, on the terraces, walked the dogs around the perimeter of the property

It felt like the safest place in the world but you knew there were always risks, always factors that weren’t obvious to consider whenever you went somewhere

And now that you were pregnant with your and Wakatoshi’s first child, there were extra precautions - more guards, tighter security around the perimeter and everywhere

He always wanted you safe but he never wanted you to feel trapped or like a dog on a leash

No, that was the last thing you wanted. If he could go back in time and never be involved in this dark life, he would

He would give it all up with no strings attached or any dangers if he could if it meant he could give you a normal life and family that you could call your own with your own husband and kids

Thunder rumbled as rain poured down from the skies

You paused in your steps at a particular loud boom of thunder, clinging onto the arm of the man beside you as you walked around the house since you couldn’t really walk your normal outside route

“You’re scared of thunder?” The somewhat playful voice of Tendou Satori chimed lightly as he peered outside before glancing back to you

“Just a bit..” You understated, doing your best to hide behind the tall, lean man just a bit as you the two of you walked through one part of the estate that you loved whenever the weather was anything but stormy

The windows in this hallway bridge-like area of the house was just so big, it was mesmerizing but whenever the dark storm clouds rolled by, you wanted to be as far away as possible

It was just the daunting fear you had that, somehow, thunder or wind or even lightning would strike the window, blowing the shattered pieces inward and toward you and you would just die like that

“Can we go a little faster? I don’t like being here when it storms..” You reached with your other hand over your belly, grasping his uniform jacket even more

“Hmm hmm, sure thing,” he hummed. “But you’re the one setting the pace, I’ve just been following you, Y/N,” he teased but you knew it was the truth

You wanted to go on your daily walk outside and usually it was either Wakatoshi with you or Tendou but more recently, it had been Tendou and your walk had to be inside because of the weather

“I’m waddling as fast as I can!” You bantered, getting him to laugh

You only started these little strolls since your belly had been growing since it helped relieve and most of the time prevent cramps - though they still came out of nowhere at times

Tendou had been by Wakatoshi’s side since as long as you could remember

He was the top head of the security and both your and Wakatoshi’s first hand man when it came to anything - he knew everyone

You waddled along the carpet, eyes staring off into the distance of the house

There was just a feeling

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it

How long had it been since you got to hold onto your husband’s arm?

How long before you could again?

Turning the corner from the hall, you could hear rain beginning to tap and shower onto the glass of the windows

But of course, you also didn’t miss the flash of thunder, making you squeeze onto Tendou’s arm

“Hm, there there. The storm can’t get in,” he comforted you with his soothing voice, nice to listen to as it wasn’t too harsh or low but quite playful despite his combat abilities that would make others think he was quite intimidating

He led you away, down another hall, turning into a more concealed room that had less windows but there were a lot of things he could distract you with

It was sort of like a library but it wasn’t at the same time - it was weird but it was one of those rooms in the whole estate that could be anything wakatoshi or you wanted

But this was your comfort-play room

It was a tall yet also “small” room where he wakatoshi was able to get you anything you wanted

To the left of the entrance, there were bookshelves of your favorite mangas, graphic novels, book series, photo albums that took up half of a whole wall with a nice wooden table where you could sit and eat or study or anything

Then on the other side of the room, to the right of the entrance, there was a big tv and big plush couch that you could sleep on like a bed or just to lounge back and watch movies

There were gaming consoles and movies that you could always be able to watch or play, with nice led lights that changed based on the ambiance you chose or based off the sound

And quite a unique feature was a fridge disguised as a bookshelf, filled with cool snacks and drinks and water and just a lot more that you also shared with security and others that worked in the house, though toshi would remind you that you didn’t have to

But you insisted, they were humans too with lives and souls

“Are you going tonight?” You sat yourself onto the couch, the plush fabric rubbing against your skin, leaning into the plush back as he stood at the door, holding his hands behind his back

“The gala? No.. I’m staying here with you tonight,” he smiled, popping his hands out to make jazz hands. “To keep you safe~” he chimed. “And company.”

You patted the couch, inviting him over since he never really needed to stand at the door and be super formal with you - plus you knew that he was always on guard no matter how relaxed he truly looked

He had two lives to protect in this room, even if it meant giving up his own for your ensured survival

He was a friend of yours too, someone in the house you could talk to about anything beside toshi if he wasn’t there, who unfortunately wasn’t the most accessible recently

“Is tosh bringing a guest this year?” You pondered

“No, not this year I don’t think.. he seemed a lot busier this morning when I saw him and he talked about how a few others were unhappy but he didn’t seem too bothered. It was just other business stuff I didn’t ask about..”

You nodded before you mindlessly turned on the tv. “Do you want to watch anything?” You turned toward him

“Mm, maybe some horror?” He suggested. “But will you be brave enough?”

“I actually don’t know, I’ve never really watched any horrors, but you’re staying with me tonight anyways.” And with that said, you put on his suggestion of the conjuring

The ambiance of the room shifted, turning dark as it matched the movie, the surround system making you tense even though nothing had really happened yet

But all you could sort of think about was the gala

It was a prestigious event where leaders of the city and mostly those in the higher socioeconomic class gathered, having a luxurious dinner with a ball

Toshi had taken you a few times, though as his power grew, so did the threats - there was a shooting one year where there were fortunately no casualties, though a lot of heavily injured and it was revealed by the police that you were the main target

From then on, security increased and he didn’t let you go as his guest

Instead, a fake guest that was dressed to look like you was invited

Initially, the thought made you feel envious of whoever got to go.. got to spend time with your husband when you didn’t get to but he kept your worries at bay, riding at separate cars, not even offering to dance as he would mainly eat dinner and leave

But even his guests were shot and killed

The movie kept you tense the entire times

The white noise during the silent parts, the sudden base drops and loud booms of doors slamming or jump scares - it was all so much

You curled your legs up, holding one of the large pillows in your lap so you could easily hide away behind it because if you couldn’t see the ghost, the ghost couldn’t see you

“Can I hold your arm?” You looked over to tendo as he enjoyed the movie as you scorched yourself closer to him, already reaching for his limb before he could actually respond

“Sure,” he laughed. “But if you want to stop watching, we can always watch something else.”

“No, cause now I want to know what happens.” You clutched onto his arm, his hand loosely in yours, just resting there

If anything, you were the one squeezing him, making him actually laugh through the movie than scared at the loud noises and jump scares - plus the face he had already seen this series quite a few times but still loved it

As much as you appreciated tendo and loved him as a friend, you wished that you were hugging your husband’s arm instead

To get your mind off of it, you pushed through the conjuring series movie, even the prequels like the nun, only to cling tighter and tighter to tendo through all of them

Before you knew it, it was practically the usual time Wakatoshi would be leaving

“I wanna go see him off!” You paused the movie, instantly turning on the lights and reaching out your hand so tendo could help pull you to your feet. “If he’s not bringing a guest then maybe he can just stay home tonight then?” You wondered to yourself, a fall hope casting a glaze over the truth you didn’t want to admit over yourself

Tendo escorted you down the brightly lit hallway, leading you down the stairs, through the living room, past the kitchen, down a small elevator which led right into the basement, and finally turning the corner into the main garage, right where you caught up to him

He looked stunning in his suit, his olive green hair slicked back

“Toshi!” You waddled the fastest you could over to him beside the open car door, his men watching stoically like statues all around at their posts

Now that you were down here, it was you had a single chance - like you had to trust the other person not to drop the rope or to let go of their hand

“Y/N,” his voice was so clear and strong, sounding over the car, though you could just tell from how he said it, his tone was off - he wasn’t in his bestest mood

Before you could speak, he took a few strides, walking past you, approaching Tendo who stood at the door

Before you could fully turn around, you heard it and it was too late

Tendo’s face looked down and to the side, his cheek turning red as he kept his composure while your husband spoke, clearly upset about something.. angry even

“I told you to keep her inside while I left. Which part of those orders were unclear?” Ushijima spoke, staring into the eyes of tendo who only kept his head down, not daring to say another word. “I specifically instructed you that I didn’t want to see her when I left..”

“What?” Your heart dropped, the heart from your chest suddenly turning cold

It burned your eyes, the prickles of your tears, which felt sharper than ever in your dry eyes as all you could do was stare

Did you hear correctly? Your own husband didn’t want you to see him off? Or to.. see you tonight?

When he turned back around, he made long, clear strides to the car, barely even looking at you

“Bring her back upstairs.” His final orders as he shut the door, the vehicle driving off

Tendo silently approached you, an apologetic look pooling in his eyes as your vision of him blurred before the hot tear trickled down your cheek

He led you in, staying with you

The ride up the elevator felt slower than before when you went down Stepping out, you took his hand, leading him to the counter while others were stationed

“Please leave us,” you could barely speak but with a silent nod from tendo and the others, they left

You grabbed a small ice pack from the freezer, waddling it over to tendo, his cheek rosier than before, and brought the pack up to his face

He kept his eyes down, even raising his hands up so you wouldn’t have to hold it but your hand would only push his away

It was only when he saw the tear drops fall onto the floor did his eyes shoot up

His heart ached for you as he couldn’t even begin to imagine how you must’ve felt

“Y/N-“

“Why didn’t he want to see me?” It only hurt more as you rubbed salt into your own wound, repeating his words. “What did I do wrong?” Your lip quivered as all you could manage to do was stand still, staring off toward the wall as the tears fell as fast as they came, drenching your cheeks and your shirt around your belly with tears and wet stains

It only took a moment before you took deep gasps for air, your face scrunching up as you cried, your legs no longer having the energy to hold you up as you sunk to the cold tiled floor

“Y/N!” Tendo took hold of your arms, trying to help you stand but you just couldn’t

“I just wanted to see him.. I feel like I haven’t seen him in so long cause of his work and- and then..” You couldn’t push yourself anymore as you caught yourself, keeping the dam at bay. “I just wanted to see him, Satori, was that so wrong?” You sobbed, face contorted, lip weak as you broke

There was no point in keeping it in when it hurt so much yet felt so good to let it all out

“I miss him!” You clung onto his arms as he did his best to help you to your feet

The pain you felt - it ached, it burned, it seared itself onto your soul so that every thought, no matter how recent or fresh a thought of your husband was it made sure to make it’s presence known

The pain made sure to hurt and hurt it did with your own husband’s words repeating in your head

Tendo knelt beside you, offering his handkerchief to wipe away your tears although they never showed any signs of stopping

With all his might, he carried you upstairs, walking you to your bedroom where you went in, closing the door immediately on him

Even just looking at the bed, as much as you loved it and wished to sleep away the pain, you knew, you could feel how much your heart ached just seeing his pillow

You mustered up the energy to crawl in, pulling the blanket over you, pillows into your arms and between your legs and you just sobbed

Nothing felt like it mattered and it felt like nothing could be done about this pain

Tendo could hear it all through the door as he stood guarding his post, glancing up at the camera in the corner as he saw the red light blinking and through it, he knew who was watching

On the other side, Ushijima looked Ito the camera’s surveillance, cooled off a bit more

A strange feeling began to pool inside of him as he switched back, hearing your audible distress through the cameras and that he was the cause - guilt

“Turn around.” He commanded to his driver

The longer he stared outside the window and at his phone of the cameras, all he could think about was you and just the shame he felt for having to hurt you

He was completely oblivious to your feelings of wanting him at your side but felt so ignorant for not being at your side in the first place

“I will make things right..” He told himself as the car sped back home

Your nose grew stuffier and your eyes puffier the longer you laid there, just… you didn’t even know what you wanted at this point

The front castes of the state opened and close, allowing his car to slip back into the garage as he sped his way upstairs, right towards you, passed the numerous guards and servants

“Tendo.. I’m sorry.” He apologized as the other bowed his head before he opened the door and slipping himself in, shutting it silently behind him

Hearing your sobs through the cameras were already bringing him enough guilt but to hear it before him, he could hear and practically feel the pain he had caused you

He silently stepped over to you, kneeling beside your bed

“Y/N,” he said, bringing you a strange feeling aside from pain.. How was it that the voice that hurt you not long ago was saying your name with such a softness, that you couldn’t even believe it was the same one that hurt you?

“There’s no physical amount of love I can give you or speak with enough love in my words to make up for my hurtful words. There is no good excuse for what I said. I am sorry.”

You were speechless - you didn’t know what you wanted to do or say? Not respond to him? But that would only open a rift.. respond? Hugging would be nice since that’s just what you’ve been wanting to do for so long but you were so upset about his words, how he treated tendo

He knelt on his knees beside you, silently, patiently waiting for what you had to do or say

You remained still, laid on your side with the damp pillows in your arms as you kept your eyes closed - you wanted this to be a nightmare and maybe you would wake up while watching the movie with tendo back in your other room

But this was the aching reality

“Why.. did you say you didn’t want to see me?” You thought you had the courage as you pushed the words through your closed throat but you were wrong

Your voice lost its strength throughout the sentence as you swallowed, feeling the hard aching lump

“There is no excuse for my temper. I sincerely apologize for taking it out on you. I was angry to begin with because of the business I had to take care of before the gala and not everything went smoothly. I wanted to further ensure your safety in case others attempt an intrusion while I was leaving. I am terribly sorry, Y/N..” He lowered his head upset, feeling like a fool at himself

He should’ve never taken his emotions out on you. Instead, he should have felt the opposite effect

Seeing you before the party should’ve been the best thing, where all his negativity could be changed to something better because you were the best person who had come into his life

Shame and dread mixed and stirred within Wakatoshi beside you

He didn’t feel worthy

Guilt ate at him but to him, he opened his arms to these feelings knowing that this would not be enough punishment for speaking and treating like he did tonight

“If you wish, I will leave you..” He stood, turning to make his leave when he felt a grasp, a force

You pulled onto his hand, the two of you locking eyes as he fell onto the bed, his hands falling on both sides of your legs

And now he could see you so clearly, it hit him all at once

He missed you too

God seeing your eyes, how red they were, how tired - how could he have done this to you

“Stay.. Stay,” was all you could push out, your voice squeaking

This was the last thing he had expected you to say

He didn’t know what to say

He nodded, silently pushing himself off as he slipped out of your fingers to disappear into the closet, changing out of his suit into much comfier, simpler clothes

You wiped your face with your sleeves, feeling the sting at the sudden dryness of your skin

“Please don’t cry…” he wished to say, but obviously if you wanted to, you would’ve - and deep down, it was subconsciously something he wanted to say to make himself feel a bit better about himself but he didn’t

He knew better

Getting into bed beside you, he brought a tissue box, plucking a few as he moved himself to your side, feeling more and more ashamed of himself as he got closer, seeing your anguish

“I’m so sorry..” He wiped your face gently

It felt like there was nothing he could say since he hurt you originally with the words but now it felt like all he could truly to to help was to be with you

It was what you had wanted

You gave him another shock as you reached your arms around him, holding him and for once tonight, the comforting feeling of feeling your husband in your arms actually felt better than the words that broke your heart

This

You were so starved of it and now you could heal

He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as you nuzzled yourself into his chest

“Did you apologize to tendo?” You asked, sniffling as you looked up to him, stern with a small pout on your lips and brows furrowed, ready to be angry

“I did.. I will apologize more sincerely tomorrow, but tonight, you should rest..” He paused, cupping your face, grazing his thumb along your dry cheek

“I will be here and be by your side whenever you wish from now on. This is my promise to you,” he vowed, cherishing the feeling of your body laying in his, pondering what he did that made him able to deserve you in his life, to be by his side in this lifetime

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Leo Valdez: Destined

Pairing: Leo Valdez x fem!reader

Summary: After completing a particularly difficult quest, you are surprised when the Gods actually take time out of their “busy schedules” to congratulate you and Leo. What was more surprising, however, is the attention you get from a specific Goddess of Love…

Warnings: two love sick idiots. Aphrodite being supportive. Mentions of past violence? Leo’s pretty injured in the beginning. Zeus is an ass. I also think I went a bit off canon for Mount Olympus and how the Gods act with their powers.

A/N: the support on my last Din fic has been incredible!! I am so happy people are actually enjoying my writing. The comments make my day. Thank you all so much :)

The last thing you expected after completing one of the most difficult quests you can remember, was to be instantly transported to an elevator going up to the top of the Empire State Building.

You landed with a thud, all your weapons falling out of your hands and your breath being knocked from your lungs. You landed flat on your stomach, of course, and there was a faint sound of classic elevator instrumental music behind all the ringing in your ears.

After a second or two of just lying on your stomach and trying to catch your breath, you hear a groan from beside you.

You turn your head and see Leo next to you, lying on his back, and clutching his ribcage.

“Oh my gods, Leo!” you say and use all your strength in your sore muscles to stand up.

“I’m alright. I’m good,” he says in a strained voice. He is definitely not good.

“You are not,” you say and kneel down next to him to examine his ribs. His hands are covering where he seems to be in the most pain, so you place your hands lovingly over his.

His breaths are quick and strained. He eyes are squished shut in pain and he is squirming slightly. Sweat is dripping down his forehead, along with flecks of dried blood.

Even just a month ago, you would have been a panicking crying mess at the state of Leo like this. But after being more experienced with quests and injuries, you’ve leaned to stay calm. More importantly, you’ve learned that patients only get better when they’re calm as well.

Luckily, with Leo, you knew exactly how to do that.

“Hey,” you say to him, and he manages to open his eyes.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper softly to him, and his breathing starts to slow down. His golden brown eyes meet yours and he manages a weak smile.

“I know,” he says, love and understanding shining in his eyes, and he moves his hands slowly from under yours.

At the sight of his bruised ribs that were definitely broken, your forehead creases in worry. Leo let’s out a breathy laugh at your concerned face, one he has gotten to know all too well.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s better me then you,” he says jokingly. The fact that he can still laugh in these moments never ceases to surprise you.

“What are you talking about? Your ribs are broken!” you exclaim, and he only continues giggling.

“I’m fine. I’ve got yo-“ he starts, but an intense coughing fit cuts him off. His body rocks back and forth with his coughs and it sounds painful. His rib cage has to be throbbing at this point. Even Leo can’t hide this type of pain.

“Shh..” you whisper, moving one hand to brush his sweaty hair from his forehead. His coughs start dying down slowly, and you place your hand on his cheek.

“I’ve got you, don’t I?” he says with a grin. You smile back, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“Mhmm” you say, and he brings your palm to his mouth to press a light kiss there.

This love filled moment is, once again, interrupted by the elevator coming to a sudden halt. Both you and Leo jump a little when the door opens, and a booming voice fills your ears.

“Rise, demigods!” it yells, so loud the elevator vibrates slightly.

You look at Leo confused, and he gives you the same expression.

“Come forward,” the voice says once again, and you look at Leo in pity.

There was no way he could walk.

“I’m gonna need some help baby,” Leo whispers, already trying to stand on his own.

You wrap his arm around the back of your neck to keep him upright, lifting him onto his feet. You then slowly walk forward, giving him time to get used to his short steps. He smells like smoke and fire, which isn’t that unusual, But he also smells like blood and metal. You can feel his sweat covered back against your forearm and his body tense in pain from every step.

You watch his face every time he puts pressure on his legs, looking for signs of apprehension or a pleading to stop, but he just keeps going. Like always.

The room you were walking into was huge. Clouds, pillars, gold, marble, everything one would imagine when entering Mount Olympus. It smelled of orchids and honey with a touch of vanilla. It looked and felt like heaven.

Except, of course, the two bruised demigods coated in mud, slowly making their way to the throne.

The walk was slow, but once you and Leo finally got there, you took your eyes off of him to look at who was calling you forward.

Zeus, the father of the gods, was front and center with all his glory. His seat was pure gold and his body was huge. He was in his godly form for sure.

To his left was his wife, Queen Hera, and his children, Artemis and Apollo. To his right, sat Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Ares, God of war, and Hermès. All in their godly forms, emulating wealth and power. The glow of their eyes was placed directly on you and Leo, and the both of you looked nothing less than a wreck.

So yeah, not intimidating at all.

“Do you know why I brought you here, Demigods?” Zeus asked, and you try your best to swallow down your anxiety.

“N-no, sir” you say, looking down at your feet, trying your best to be respectful.

Did Zeus deserve respect? No, not at all. But in this moment he was surrounded by not only his family, but some of the most powerful beings ever created who were most definitely on his side. The time for activism and frustration was not now.

“I brought you here because of your work on my quest,” he says, and you look at Leo in confusion. He could barely lift his head.

“Your quest?” Leo wheezes, and Zeus nods.

“Yes. I sent this quest to Chiron for you and Y/N specifically. I wanted the best for the job, and it looks like I chose right,” he says, and stands up from his chair.

He walks down the throne stairs slowly, becoming smaller and smaller on every step. By the time he makes it to your eye level, he is a “normal” sized man. Normal, meaning still very much above average height.

“You have done wonderfully,” he says, looking into your eyes. You smile a little before looking down, still greatly intimidated by the man. You couldn’t shake the feeling that, even though he was in his “human” form, he was still looking down on you.

He turns his head to look at Leo, still breathing hard and barely able to stand in your arms, and grips his shoulder lightly.

“As did you, my boy,” he says, and Leo doesn’t even crack a smile. Leo just stares at Zeus, holding his ribs with his free hand. You hadn’t seen him in this much pain in a while.

“All in a days work,” he says, before his knees completely give out and he collapses.

He takes you down with him, since you were supporting most of his weight anyway, and you both land on your knees.

You gasp in surprise, before guiding him down onto his back so you can rest his head in your lap.

“Shh it’s okay. It’s almost over,” you whisper to Leo, massaging his sweaty scalp.

Zeus watches this happen, before calling for his son.

“Apollo! Get this boy healed!” he shouts, and Apollo is kneeling next to you in seconds.

“I’ve got him. Just let me take him,” he says, and you shake your head.

“No. No no please let me stay,” you say to him, before you feel a squeeze on your forearm.

“It’s alright Y/N” Leo says to you, still having specks of love and admiration for you in his eyes, behind all the pain.

“I promise I will take care of him. Just not here,” Apollo says, and you look to Leo one more time.

“Are you sure?” you ask, and Leo nods.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he says, before another coughing fit rakes through his body. You take a deep breath, kiss him on the cheek, before nodding to Apollo.

Apollo lifts up the still coughing Leo in his arms and disappears into thin air.

You didn’t feel the tears on your cheeks until Leo left you.

“Well, that was unexpected,” you hear from behind you, and you turn around to find the face of Aphrodite. Goddess of Love. Some would say she is the most beautiful woman who has ever existed.

Her radiant skin, flowing hair, and slightly husky voice made you pretty prone to agree with that statement.

“H-hi. Hello. I’m y/n,” you say, reaching out your hand to shake hers. There are no books on how to interact with gods. Let alone one of the oldest and most powerful. Your gut told you to act normal, but your beating heart and anxious brain thought otherwise.

“Aphrodite,” she says, shaking your hand. She looked you in the eyes as she shook your hand. Her hands were soft. The perfect feeling of love.

“Thank you for your work on this quest. It may seem like we don’t care, and we don’t do a really good job of showing it, but we do,” she says. You smile, hoping she meant her words, before wiping your eyes and sniffling.

“Thank you. I appreciate that,” you say with an awkward laugh. You try to keep your attention on her, but Leo has disappeared with Apollo for too long already. You don’t mean to be rude, but you continue scanning the room around her. Looking for any sign of Apollo’s glow or the laugh of your lover.

“You’re looking for him, aren’t you?” she asks, and your eyes snap back to meet hers. She looks amused, thankfully, but you still feel bad. You nod, defeated.

“I get it,” she says with a laugh. “Love is powerful. I know more than anyone,” she says, and you laugh back. It felt good.

“Very true,” you respond, and she stares at you intensely all of a sudden. She looks deeply into your eyes, like she’s looking into your soul. Like she can see every crack and secret inside of you. You keep her stare for a few seconds, trying to understand what she’s doing, before your curiosity got the better of you.

“Hello? You okay?” you ask her. She continues staring for a second more, before her eyes fluttered back to normal. She clutches her chest with her hand and gasps a bit, like she just returned back into her body.

“Yes. Yes I’m alright,” she says, and looks into your eyes once more. “Just looking.”

She says this with a smile, a huge smile. One so big her eyes close slightly and her cheeks turn rosey.

“Oh,” you say. “Hopefully at good things,” you say with an awkward laugh yet again.

“Better than even I could imagine,” she says, grabbing a glass of champagne a waitor handed to her off his tray.

Where this waiter came from, you have no idea. To be honest, you didn’t care. What you did care about, however, was what in Zeus’ name Aphrodite just saw in your head.

“What do you mean?” you ask, and she sips her drink.

“You and Leo, of course,” she says.

You and Leo.

Of course she was looking at that. Your heart was only Leo and had only ever been Leo. What else would the Goddess of Love see inside your heart? Inside your future. You wanted to spend your lifetime and beyond with him. He knew that. Why would she not?

“Well what…what did you see?” you ask her.

You couldn’t help your heart racing in anticipation for her answer. You knew Leo wouldn’t leave you. You knew he wanted to be with you just as much as you wanted to be with him, if not more. But to hear from the Goddess of Love if you were destined for each other? That’s a temptation even the holiest of saints would take.

“Nothing you don’t already know,” she says with a wink, taking another sip of her drink.

How does one react to that? How does one react to the fact that the actual Goddess of Love told you that you and the man you love most were meant to be together? Cry? Scream? Dance?

You stare, flabbergasted, mouth open, before she laughs slightly.

“Yes, my dear. You two are destined. Congratulations. Forever won’t seem like enough time,” she says. She chugs her champagne, wipes her mouth, and then walks back to where the Gods were having a discussion in a circle.

A tear escapes your eye, but not from sadness or grief this time. This time, it’s happiness.

You try to take a moment to process this information, really soak in the fact that Leo is your future, but it’s not as shocking as you expected. You knew he was your destiny from the moment you met him. Aphrodite just added the cherry on top of your cake.

You laugh a little, in complete euphoria, before you hear the sound of running come behind you.

Before you can react, strong arms are wrapped around your waist and you are twirled around in a circle.

Speak of the devil.

“Told you I’d be fine,” Leo says into your ear. You laugh, hard and thoroughly, before he sets you back down onto the floor.

You turn around to face him, and your heart warms at his clean face and clothes. No cuts or bruises in sight.

You place your hands on his chest, just looking at him. Scanning all his features you had grown so accustomed to. His dimples, his curls, his golden eyes. Nothing you had ever seen could compare.

“You’re ok too, right? Cause I can call Apollo back here. He fixed me up pretty quick and I could barely walk so I’m sure he could-” Leo says, before your lips press to his.

He’s initially a bit shocked, since he was in the middle of a sentence, but his eyes flutter shut nonetheless and he holds your face in his hands. He can feel all the unspoken words you are putting into the kiss.

I love you. I’m glad you’re ok. I’m fine. We’re fine. I love you.

The Gods praising him and congratulating him was nothing compared to this feeling.

You finally pull away, look into his eyes for a second, and then press your nose to his neck. He pulls you in for a hug, encompassing his arms around you, and you do the same.

After a few seconds of the embrace, Leo broke the silence.

“I saw you chatting with Aphrodite,” he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You giggle, nodding into his neck.

“How did that go? Learn anything?” he asks. He says it in a joking tone, but there was seriousness in there as well.

Leo was no stranger to how Aphrodite crushed relationships like a grape. Even the slightest hint at a breakup from her sent couples spiraling down the drain.

He hoped and prayed the kiss you gave him proved his anxious thoughts wrong.

“Nothing I didn’t already know,” you mumble into his neck before pressing a firm kiss to his pulse point.

You feel Leo relax around you. So much so he almost goes limp.

He understands.

You pull away, seeing the happy tears of relief dribble down his cheek, and you wipe them away.

“I love you,” he says with his voice cracking.

“I love you too,” you say, kissing him once more. He smiles into the kiss, as do you.

Destiny had never felt so good.

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White Flag

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, slightly vulnerable Rio, declaration of feelings (sorta?)

Word Count: 4.3K

Summary: Part 5. Two months without seeing or speaking to Rio has left a significant mark and feelings finally decide to show themselves. Kinda.

A/N: I hope everyone had a good holiday or at least a chill Friday. I come bearing gifts with the next part of our favorite toxic saga. More smut for my lovely readers. But first, some plot. We jump right into it and just like our favorite non-couple, we gloss over a lot of bullshit and get right to the filth. But as a Virgo I love communication so I have to make these two stubborn assholes talk about their issues a little. At least in a vague way. Also, Rio has his read receipts on bc he is a petty king. There’s one more part after this and it's all naughty fun from here. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

A/N dos: I’m thinking about making the next part strictly from Rio’s POV. I feel like it’ll give us a peek into what he’s thinking and a new take on the series thus far. I’m excited to explore that so let me know what you guys think!

*Read Part 1 here

*Read Part 2 here

*Read Part 3 here

*Read Part 4 here

*Read Part 6 here

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“So you’re just gonna eye fuck the hot stranger at the bar all night?”

Your friend’s teasing cut through the haze, jolting you back to the dimly lit bar. The music boomed around you while people drank and danced, enjoying the Saturday night out in the same way you and your girlfriends were.

“I was not.” You insisted, though the coy smile you wore said otherwise.

The group of women scoffed and rolled their eyes, seeing right through your faux innocence.

“Besides,” You started, taking a sip of your drink as the song changed into a bass heavy melody. “He’s not even my type.”

“Oh, bullshit!” Kara interjected with a raised brow, shaking her head.

You opened your mouth in surprise, but bit back your response when the other women chimed in.

“She’s right.” Evelyn agreed, throwing her dark hair over one shoulder.

“We knew you in high school and college, remember?” Nikki threw in, pursing her lips knowingly in your direction.

“Okay, so?” You said with a poor attempt at nonchalance.

“You were all over guys like that when we were kids. Paul ended up being the black sheep of the bunch.” Kara reminded you with a laugh, Evelyn and Nikki joining in with their own drunken giggles.

“Yeah, we were convinced you’d marry a felon with tattoos and not a real estate broker who wore khakis.” Nikki quipped, causing another round of laughter and snorts.

“Okay, okay...I get it. So I had a type. I think I’ve grown out of it.” You cut in, sounding as if you were trying to convince them as much as yourself.

“Not if the hottie at the bar has anything to say about it.” Evelyn joked with a wink.

You shook your head as you took another sip of your drink, unwilling to let them see you flustered. Or that they were in fact correct. You definitely still had a thing for bad boys...bad men to be more specific.

The evening had been going smoothly so far. It was a rare girl’s night out. An event that happened only once every five years when kids were shuttled off to babysitters or their fathers, and the women were able to enjoy an adult meal with adult beverages. Schedules between four busy women didn’t often align so when they did, you all jumped at the chance to indulge in the nightlife you’d left behind in your younger years.

You’d been the one to suggest the bar. It was a swanky, sophisticated space with an air of youth. The perfect mix for your outing. You’d been here only one other time.

With Rio.

Thinking of the man made heat pool low in your stomach, despite your lingering frustrations. It’d been two months since that shit show of a night at your house. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since. After that debacle, you blocked his number. As childish as it may have been, you were angry. Still were. And rightfully so. He’d been a complete dick. He’d chosen the most inopportune moment to make adjustments to your arrangement. He’d been careless in his deliverance, harsh even. The entire exchange had you questioning everything. And instead of analyzing the situation and communicating like adults, you’d decided to stop all interactions with him. You’d wanted to send a message. Just as he had with you.

After the argument, you’d been an anxious mess in the days leading up to the next drop. But it was all for nothing because Rio wasn’t there. And neither was the new contact he’d told you about. Instead, Mick was waiting for you and offering up no other information. And it’d been that way for two long months.

In the days since, your mind wandered to Rio often. Your body lingered on his phantom presence constantly. You replayed the conversation you’d had a million times over and each time it made deep fury spill over and mix with the lust still raging like white water rapids through your veins. You missed his touch. Missed his desire for you. Missed the way he made you feel, so supremely sexual and wanton. All things you’d been lacking in your marriage. And now they were suddenly hitting you square in the face and begging you to pay attention. Begging you to not lose the source of your sudden awakening.

You missed the toxicity of your interactions. You were two twisted souls fighting for control over a situation that belonged to neither of you. And in truth, the basis of your relationship with Rio was denial and attraction. It would continue to thrive on that as long as you both refused the obvious.

So maybe, just maybe you’d come to the bar in hopes of seeing him in order to test that theory. It was a slim chance he’d even be here, but you were just buzzed enough that you were willing to roll the dice and find out. Plus, your desire for him felt like an extension of your body at this point. You had to satiate it. Had to feed the raw passion that grew stronger each day without him. It demanded it. And it wasn’t for lack of trying. But your own hand didn’t ignite your body the same way his did, asshole or not.

“I’ll be back.” You called over the music, gesturing to the darkened hallway that predictably led to the bathrooms. Your friends nodded and went back to flirting with the handsome blue-eyed waiter.

You shot a meaningful glance in the direction of the bar. To the “hot stranger”. Whether or not he’d take the hint was on him.

You made it to the single-use bathroom easily. It wasn’t late enough for it to be crowded with the surge of a Saturday night crowd, but the place was still busy. You set your purse down on the sleek surface of the sink counter, admiring the emerald green tiles that paved the walls. The fixtures were brass and gleamed in the light of the vanity bulbs. It was a beautiful space. Carefully crafted for a magazine like Architectural Digest.

Your eyes swept over your reflection in the large mirror that sat over the sink. You made sure not a lash was out of place as you surveyed your appearance. You adjusted the low neckline of your yellow dress, the hue radiating more gold than you’d initially noticed. The silk material felt cool against your heated skin, the slit in the skirt offering some relief. The long sleeves of the garment added a sleekness to the otherwise risqué ensemble. You’d never worn the dress. But tonight seemed as good a time as any to debut it.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open made you pause, eyes watching in the mirror for who entered. You wondered if it’d be him. Wondered if he ended up following you like you’d hoped.

Your stomach knotted when Rio stepped in, closing the door and locking it with a resounding click. He was stoic. Shrouded in black and looking every bit as menacing as he truly was. A sight for your sore eyes.

You turned to face him, your chest both tightening and expanding at seeing him in the flesh. He made your heart stutter and your spine tingle, yet irritation slowly seeped into your pores, reminding you of the last interaction you’d had with him. It was a clash of sensations and feelings. It was utter chaos. And it's what you’d been missing.

Silence hung in the air as his gaze roamed your figure, appraising you hungrily. You shivered, careful to hide the gesture from his intense stare. You schooled your features and angled your chin up in confidence that you weren’t entirely sure you felt. But you weren’t going to budge. You were going to make him come to you.

He was leaning up against the door, a barely there smirk adorning his lips. His scent began to eclipse the smell of vanilla soap that permeated the air. Your eyes wanted to roll back at the familiarity of it. It was soothing. A comfort to your deprived senses.

“You miss me, mama?”

That deep rasp made your panties soak immediately. It was a question he’d asked you many times in the past, but you’d never felt it as much as you did now. Because yeah, you did fucking miss him.

You stayed silent.

He chucked at your refusal to answer. “Still mad at me?”

Again you said nothing.

He licked his lips, eyeing yours as he did. “I tried calling.”

“I blocked your number.” You finally responded, voice icy and detached.

“Damn, that’s cold.” He said with an amused shake of his head and a laugh, the sound making your nipples harden in traitorous lust.

“Why? Did you need something?” You questioned coolly, crossing your arms over your chest to hide your mounting arousal. Your thighs rubbed together, beginning to slid against each other as your arousal made itself known.

He stepped forward, heading in your direction with intent. You straightened your back, unwilling to let him get the upper hand on you. You knew what was going to happen. Knew where this was headed. So why not use it to your advantage? Why not toy with him for a change? He deserved it. 

You used the added height of your heels and eased yourself onto the countertop, parting your thighs slightly so that your dress fell between them. You leaned back on your hands, the chill of the marble countertop beneath you reminding you so much of that day in your kitchen.

Rio’s steps halted momentarily as he watched you, eyes zeroed in on the juncture between your thighs that was hidden behind the silk. Your pussy practically begged for his attention. Dared him to see your need through the fabric that shielded you.

You were still upset with him. Still displeased with the way he’d chosen to handle the situation and you. But more than anything you wanted him to succumb to you. You wanted to feel that thrill of having him at your mercy. So powerful, yet so fragile in the midst of his bliss. You wanted...no, needed him to wave his white flag first.

“Tell me then,” You began, slowly easing the hem of your dress up as you spoke. “Business or personal?” You questioned, wanting to know if he’d be truthful about why he’d tried to contact you.

He resumed his path towards you with a dangerous lick of his lips, but his gaze never faltered as it took in every new stretch of skin that was revealed. He tried to reach out and touch you, but you raised a heeled foot to his abdomen and stopped him, keeping him at a distance.

“Answer me.” You breathily demanded.

His face registered your words while his eyes took in the stretch of leg that kept him away. You eased the limb back down and waited for him to comply.

He decided to play along.

“Business.”

He continued walking when you didn’t stop him, standing between your legs and trailing his fingertips along the inside of them. His movements shifted your dress up even higher onto your thighs. The sensation would’ve tickled if you weren’t already deliriously turned on.

“Liar.” You accused, already feeling his warmth radiate onto you as he edged closer. His breath mingled with yours, mint and whiskey assaulting your nose.

“So are you.” He retorted, eyes planted firmly on your parted lips. He moved in until you were sure he could do nothing else but touch his mouth to yours. And yet you still weren’t going to meet him.

“So we’re both liars?” You asked, arching a brow up at him.

“Yeah.” He nodded and swallowed, the tattoo splashed across his throat pulling your focus. You fell captive to his spell as you got lost in memories of licking and sucking the inked flesh, remembering the way he tasted on your tongue. The recollection caused your legs to widen and your back to arch into him, pushing your chest against his. God, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly that your pussy clenched around nothing, as if feeling him already deep inside you. It was a silent call to a lover. One he would never hear. But he’d feel it soon enough.

Your clit throbbed against your lace panties, aching to be assaulted by his talented fingers. With him so close you could feel just how badly you needed him inside you. It felt wrong for him not to be. Felt wrong to not have him share a pulse with you when he was this near. You were going to remedy that.

“Well then,” You whispered, leaning forward to hover over his lips. “I don’t want you to fuck me in this bathroom.”

His hands glided up your thighs while his nose skimmed along your cheek. His breath was hot against your ear as he maneuvered himself so that barely a sliver of air was left between you.

“So I won’t.” He lied in return, the words coating you like his cum had done numerous times before.

In an instant your lips were being pulled to his. His hands were suddenly everywhere and all at once, seeking out your flesh in desperation. It pleased you to know just how badly he needed you. How badly he craved you.

He slid you closer to him, letting your lace-covered lower half come into contact with his crotch. Ragged breaths and low hums filtered through the air as your bodies grinded against each other, seeking firm hands. You could feel him pressed against the zipper of his dark pants. He was hard. The notion made you moan into his mouth, scraping your nails over his scalp.

It was just like riding a bike. Except there was an added layer of intensity this time that hadn’t been there before. His touch burned hotter than usual. Your grew cunt wetter with every pass of his tongue along yours. They weren’t new sensations, but they felt different. Indescribable. Perhaps it was the public sex. Perhaps it was the underlying tension. Either way, it was remarkably explosive.

You pulled away from his insistent lips to take in air. He continued on, mouth moving over your neck and across your exposed cleavage. He nipped at the flesh, his lips sensuously soothing the area as he explored. You pushed into him in invitation, widening your legs so that he could press harder into you.

You waited for him to take the next step. Waited for him to escalate the moment into more than just heavy-petting and sloppy kisses. His hands, as if reading your mind, traveled up the skirt of your dress and found the edge of your panties. There was no hesitation or teasing in his movements as he roughly pulled them off, the elastic popping against your skin and making you cry out.

Rio licked at your neck in apology, his own hands now moving to his belt. You shifted closer to the ledge of the counter and followed the trail of heat that led to his pulsing cock. His flesh bumped against you, the feel of him hot and heavy along your soaked slit making you whimper.

Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as he pushed forward and sheathed himself inside of you in one hard thrust. You gasped and tightened your legs around him, your right hand in search of something solid. It landed on the mirror behind you, your palm sticking to its cool surface as you braced yourself for the inevitable.

His facial hair scratched at your skin as he buried himself into your neck. He held your hips steady as he retreated and then plunged back into your welcoming walls, stretching you with a burn that made you hiss. Your pussy massaged his length with fervor, seducing him further inside and begging him to claim you once again.

You reached for anything you could to stabilize yourself as he fucked you into the reflective glass at your back. Moans and groans intertwined as your bodies rocked against each other. The soap dispenser fell into the sink with a loud clatter as you accidentally made contact with it. The stack of towels folded neatly near the faucet became disheveled as your ass knocked them out of place with the momentum from Rio’s cock. The entire vanity shook with each intensely thorough thrust of his hips into your womb. It was animalistic. The very epitome of what bathroom  sex in a bar should be.

No words were said. None were needed. Your actions led the conversation.

You squeezed your inner muscles around him, daring him to surrender before you. He twitched, his hips stuttering at the feel of you so tight and wet around him. He growled into your ear, a sure sign that he loved the gesture a little too much.

So you did it again.

“Stop that shit.” He grunted, hips picking up their pace.

“Cum.” You whispered in response, the demand disguised as a request.

“Fuck…” He groaned when you held him to you and clenched around him once more. You trapped him, giving him no choice but to experience your deliberate enticement. His fingers dug into your thighs almost painfully so, forcing you to wince.

He was close.

You reached between your bodies and massaged your clit, feeling your pussy react immediately. Sporadic tremors vibrated your walls and his cock, making both of you moan. Rio’s palm slammed into the mirror at your back as he rutted his hips harder into yours. He was rough and unforgiving, the aggression heightened by your disobedience. It had never quite been like this. There had always been a touch of softness, a soothing placation or word of encouragement. Not tonight. Not as he fucked you so hard you were sure the mirror was going to crack and rain down luminescent crystals of glass over you both.

You showed no mercy as you forced him to submit to you and your body. The precipice was there. It was within reach. You could feel that tightly wound coil ready to unravel. It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. Your mind was a prisoner to your pleasure. You thought of nothing but the sweet release that you knew was waiting for you. And it was. It was waiting for you with open arms as Rio finally came, triggering your own climax as he filled you so deliciously full of himself. His entire body tensed within you as he held you firm and painted your shuttering walls.

The familiar sensation only added to your high as your limbs tensed and loosened with each wave of euphoria that washed over you. You squeezed your eyes shut and catapulted through space as your body struggled to ground itself once again. Rio had gone rigid, letting you ride out your orgasm in peace as you suffocated his cock. His cum was already leaking from your walls before you’d even finished, a trail of him decorating your swollen pussy.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him staring back at you, his lips pulled into a lazy smirk. You mirrored his expression, releasing a breathless chuckle. Your body still hummed in excitement, but this time it was punctuated by the deep satisfaction that radiated from between your thighs.

“You good?” You teased, hands resting on his chest and feeling the rapid beats of his heart beginning to slow.

He laughed, the sound low and tinged with fatigue. “Yeah.”

He licked his lips and took in your disheveled state, gaze catching a glimpse of the lace bra you wore underneath.

“Let me drive you home.” He said suddenly, his arrogance alive and well.

It was on the tip of your tongue to deny him, but you chose not to.

“Sure.”

**********

The car ride was silent.

After your impromptu coupling in the bathroom, you’d made up an excuse about not feeling well to your friends and explained you’d already called an Uber. They were hesitant to let you leave alone, but somehow you’d persuaded them to stay and not follow you. You were sure the alcohol they’d consumed had something to do with it.

With hugs and promises of texts that everyone made it home safe at the end of the night, you departed from the bar with Rio in his Mercedes. He’d been driving for about ten minutes, the air not as tense as it’d once been. He seemed content to let the quiet linger, but you weren’t.

“What happened to the new guy?” You asked, glimpsing his face to gauge his reaction. It was dark in the vehicle, but you could still make out his silhouette amongst the various street lights.

He furrowed his brow and pouted his lips, confusion reading easily across his features.

“What new guy?”

“My new contact. The one I was supposed to have.”

“Didn’t work out. Mick has it handled.” He replied simply, gaze still trained on the road in front of him.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, the dryness in your tone letting him know you didn’t quite believe him.

He wordlessly turned onto your street and came to a stop alongside your driveway, putting the SUV in park. He angled his body to face you, trapping you in his stare.

“It was never about you.”

The question must’ve shown on your face because he continued.

“The switch. It wasn’t about you.”

“Wasn’t very convincing.” You deadpanned, scoffing as you played with the zipper of your clutch.

He didn’t react right away. Instead, he watched you. Watched you in that way that let you know his thoughts were as impure as the counterfeit money he produced.

“You look good in that dress.” He complimented, chin jutting out and gesturing to the fabric that adorned your body.

His praise made warmth bloom in your chest. The kind of warmth that was usually accompanied by butterflies in your stomach.

“Thanks.” You replied evenly, not letting him see just what his words did to you. Though you had a feeling he did, despite not bearing witness to it outright.

“Better without it.” He added with a slide of his wicked tongue across his bottom lip, his teeth following. The action was purposeful. Erotic. Blatant. It was all Rio.

You didn’t respond to his flirting. You only sighed, mirroring his position as you resigned yourself to have an honest conversation with the man.

“So,” You started, forcing your fingers to still. “What is it that you want?”

He eyed you for a long moment. Long enough that you started to feel self-conscious.

“You.”

You nodded, disappointed but not shocked by his reply. The word wasn’t new. Though it was lacking the hollow cockiness that usually accompanied it.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he spoke up before you could.

“In whatever way you’ll let me have you.” He admitted.

The statement caught you off guard. He wasn’t trying to be cute or charming. He wasn’t being placating or condescending. He was being serious, the hardened intensity in his dark orbs softening to a tender resignation that you were sure matched yours.

“What about you? What do you want?” He repeated back to you, eyes narrowing as he waited.

You took a moment to observe him. Your eyes followed the arch of his brows and the sharp jut of his cheekbones. You studied the pout of his lower lip and his Adam's apple as it bobbed with his throat muscles. He was so many things to you. None of which you could put into words. You didn’t think a word had even been invented yet. It didn’t matter. You were both making your own rules. And it seemed, for once, that the both of you were on the same page and playing by the same rules.

“I want you to have me.” You confessed, meeting his gaze.

And there it was. He was resigned to having you in limited capacity. You were resigned to finally letting him have you. Two conclusions coming together at the same moment. You weren’t quite sure what that meant for you both, but it was a start. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered into the darkened cab, a small smile pulling at your lips.

You didn’t wait for him to react. You turned and opened the door, exiting the vehicle. He didn’t try to stop you. You rounded the front of the car, hearing the driver’s side window slide down.

“So I’ll see you next week?” Rio asked out the open window, chin resting in his hand.

“At the drop?”

He nodded.

You shook your head and laughed, though there was no real humor behind it.

“You wanna tell me again it wasn’t about me?” You challenged, a wide grin decorating your face.

He could deny it. He would probably try. But you knew the truth. And that was enough.

For now.

“Night.” He called, an amused upturn of his lips showing in the light of the full moon.

He turned to the street, starting the car as you walked up your driveway. His eyes followed you the whole way, ensuring you made it in safely.

You heard him drive away once you shut and locked the front door, your lungs releasing a long breath. You pulled out your cell phone and went to your blocked caller list. You selected Rio’s number and unblocked the listing, adrenaline releasing into your bloodstream as you did.

Almost immediately your screen lit up with a text.

Same time and place tomorrow?

You bit your lip, feelings akin to teenage infatuation bubbling to the surface. You hastily typed a response.

See you there.

The message was read immediately. 

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Since Always - Part II

(Gally x Reader)

Part I

I didn’t wanna keep you guys waiting too long, so here it is! Warning: Unobstructed Fluff Ahead. Proceed at your own risk.

“Hey, Newt!”

The lanky boy turned to the sound of Gally’s voice behind him, arching a brow at his quickly approaching form. “Yeah?”

The builder propped his hands on his hips, a ghost of a sneer curving his mouth; he seemed evidently bothered by something, which didn’t escape Newt’s notice.

“Have you seen Y/N? I need to talk to her.”

“Do you? ‘Bout what, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Gally huffed, focusing his pointed stare on the Second-in-Command “A little birdie named Zart told me you two were talking earlier. He heard my name. What’s up?”

Newt resisted the urge to roll his eyes, resorting to a tight-lipped grin. Zart. Of course. The track-hoe was notoriously bad at keeping his mouth shut.

“Oh! It was nothing, really. She was just, uh... telling me about the Med-Hut expansion you’ve been working on.” He attempted to lie, but the brief pause, coupled with the way his brown eyes seemed to look everywhere but at him, was a dead giveaway.

“Well, that’s a load of crap.” Gally scoffed, crossing his buff arms, his expression bouncing between annoyance and concern. “Seriously, what’d she say? Did I do something? Is it bad?”

Newt had to physically restrain himself from laughing. Witnessing how easy it was to get Gally all fidgety and weird at the mere thought of you saying something bad about him, was enough of a confirmation for what Newt already knew.

“No, absolutely not. You can relax, mate, it’s nothing bad.” He couldn’t suppress the secretive smirk that curved his mouth as the words left it “It’s actually quite the opposite.”

Gally’s uniquely-shaped brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at his friend. The opposite? What the hell did that mean? He was relieved to hear that you weren’t upset or mad at him, but whatever Newt was trying to say - it wasn’t making any sense.

“What are you talking about? What’s “the opposite”? Come one, Newt, can’t you just say it?” He gruffed, his broad shoulders tensing with impatience.

Unfortunately, Gally was all out of luck, as Newt had no intention of saying anything else. As much as he wanted to give Gally a hint and maybe hurry along the process of you two getting together, he felt it wasn’t his place. He couldn’t just flat-out tell him that you had feelings for him and betray your trust like that. That’s not what friends do.

“Hey, I’ve already said plenty. Alright? More than enough.” He grabbed his rake, silently excusing himself from further conversation and beginning to walk away, watching the puzzlement only grow on Gally’s face “You can’t be that dense, Gally. I don’t believe it. Just... go talk to her, yeah?”

Gally blinked in further confusion as Newt walked away, shaking his head and trying earnestly to gather his thoughts. What in the actual hell was he on about? He couldn’t think of an answer, but he wanted one, and he wanted one, now.

He couldn’t bear the thought of something not being right between the two of you. Truth was, over the time of you being there, you have grown to be the one person Gally cared about the most in the glade. From the moment he had helped you out of that box, almost a year ago, he’s felt an inexplicable need to be near you. To help you with anything you needed help with, to protect you, to make sure you were comfortable and that you never felt like you didn’t belong there. He wanted you to feel happy, or at least content, because he felt like you deserved nothing less. He wanted you to trust him, to know that you could lean on him, and he was immensely glad that you two were as close as you were, now.

Surely enough, throughout your shared journey of getting closer, it wasn’t long before Gally found himself having... feelings. Feelings he hadn’t ever imagined he could have, feelings he didn’t know he was even capable of. Deep down, he knew what they were, but didn’t know how to admit it. Despite how great you and him got on, he was convinced it was strictly platonic on your part. He couldn’t find it in himself to think you’d be interested in him in any way that was beyond that. With all the shanks to choose from, why would you go for him? No, it was impossible. He’d be better off swallowing his feelings and keeping his mouth shut. At least that way he wouldn’t risk shucking up the friendship you two had. Just the thought of you wanting to distance yourself from him sent a wave of dread throughout his strong body.

Yet... Newt’s confusing words and weird behaviour rang in his mind again, and as he slowly put the pieces together, he began to feel a foreign spark of... hope? Was there a chance that Newt had meant what he thought he had meant? He was struggling to believe it, but shuck, how he wanted it to be true...

Gally tried to ignore the way his heartbeat was starting to accelerate as he turned on his feet in determination, already on his way to find you.

Unaware of the builder searching for you, you were just about to head out of the Deadheads, where you had spent the last half hour mulling over what to do about your feelings for Gally.

Your earlier conversation with Newt had stirred a nagging feeling of hollowness in your heart, making you contemplate your course of action (or lack thereof).

Were you getting tired of having to watch him, longingly, from afar, without doing anything about it? Absolutely you were. Did the mere thought of Gally possibly returning your feelings fill your being with ecstatic jitters? Oh, most definitely. But were you ready to finally try and shoot your shot and risk him turning you down, making you sorely regret it? You didn’t know...

If only he had given you the slightest of hints of how he truly felt about you, it would have been easier. But even though you and Gally were close, you often found it awfully challenging to see what was on his mind. You knew him well enough to figure that if he were to have any feelings he’d rather not address, he would be very skilled at hiding it.

God, why did everything have to be so difficult, couldn’t you just-

“Y/N!”

You yelped, the sudden sound of Gally’s booming voice making you jump, eyes bulging in a brief moment of panic.

Gally delivered you a small apologetic grin, putting his palms up in a calming gesture “It’s okay! Just me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you...”

You exhaled with relief, trying to calm your racing heart... though, with Gally standing right there in front of you, after you had just spent quite a while thinking about him, made it that much more difficult.

“Shuck... Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You chuckled, nervously, suppressing the antsy feeling within you as he slowly approached.

“I wasn’t! I was just... looking for you.”

He was? You’d had no idea. Were you supposed to meet him for lunch or something? No, you definitely wouldn’t have forgotten about that.

“Really? Why, what’s up?” You blinked, looking up at him expectantly, your slightly widened crystal-clear eyes reminding him of just how adorable he found you sometimes.

Gally’s jaw clenched, involuntarily, as he tried to visualize how he was supposed to ask you this. As much as he didn’t want it to come out so out of the blue, he couldn’t find a way to ease into it that would be any type of smooth or natural. So, with a deep intake of air, he decided to just go ahead and spit it out.

“You and Newt were talking about me earlier.”

Your heart dropped. It wasn’t a question, and you knew it, immediately beginning to feel your fingertips turning cold with impending dread. How did he know? How much did he know? Did Newt tell him something he wasn’t supposed to? You hoped he didn’t, otherwise you wouldn’t know how you were going to forgive him for spilling your deepest secret like that.

Gally’s piercing gaze bore into you with a seriousness that made your pulse quicken in a blink of an eye.

“We, uh... It was nothing, really.”

“It wasn’t nothing.” Gally insisted with as much gentleness as he could muster. However, his tensing muscles and furrowed brows gave you a clue of how agitated he felt. “I asked him, because I thought maybe I had done something, but then he said it wasn’t anything bad. Which would have been fine, if he hadn’t been so shuckin’ weird about it.” He huffed, softly, still not taking his gaze off of you as you bit your bottom lip in worriment.

“Weird, how...?” You inquired in a small voice, the fragile sound of it shooting more confusion though Gally.

“Just weird! Hell if I know what he was trying to get across, but... whatever it is, I think we should talk about it, Y/N.”

It became clear to you that there was no dodging it now. Gally already knew you had something on your mind, something concerning him, and he wasn’t about to just let it go.

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip harder as you found yourself rendered incapable of moving, Gally’s much taller form towering over you and wanting answers. Was this it? Your chance to tell him how you felt? If so, then the next few minutes were about to be either the best of your life, or the worst.

With Gally’s attention already peaked, the way your expression was suddenly overtaken with fear didn’t get lost on him, neither did the slight tremble of your fingers. Concern encompassed him as he immediately took a big step forward, fighting the powerful urge to cup your face in between his large, rough palms.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Why do you look so scared? Come on, Y/N, it’s me! You can tell me, whatever it is.”

Oh, fine! You figured this was bound to happen sooner or later, and now that Gally was so directly asking you, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him. No matter how frightening this was, he didn’t deserve to be lied to, especially not by you, the person he trusted and truly cared about.

Overlooking the way your heart hammered in your chest, you drew in a short breath before muttering the words that had been swallowed and shoved away for months “Ihavefeelingsforyou...”

“What?” Gally frowned, shaking his head as he’d heard none of it. “Y/N, you’re gonna have to speak up.”

“Ihavefeelingsforyou” You repeated, neither louder, nor clearer than before, causing Gally’s frustration to swelter as he all but sneered.

“Y/N, I can’t hear you! Can you please-”

“I have feelings for you!” You almost shouted, the words finally leaving your mouth with no means of taking them back.

Gally froze, his mouth dropping open as he stared at you in stupefied bewilderment. He felt like he’d just got the wind knocked out of him, his breath caught in his throat.

“Y-You... You what?”

Unable to take his fervent stare on you any longer, you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting to just curl into yourself “You heard me, please don’t make me say it again...” You uttered, quietly, your heartbeat already thumping in your ears.

Gally couldn’t believe it. He’d heard you, but there was no way it was real... Newt’s odd behavior earlier made much more sense now, yet, his mind was having an impossible time wrapping around it. You had feelings... for him? You didn’t just see him as a friend or, even worse, a brother? He had been convinced that those were the only two options he’d have to accept and live with, but now, with your pretenseless proclamation, he felt as though an electric current had passed through his system.

“W-What.. You...” He stammered, trying to blink back the shock in his eyes “S-Since when...?”

A short wistful scoff escaped your mouth as you opened your eyes, but still kept them on the ground beneath your feet, unable to meet his astounded gaze.

“Since always, really... Since the first few weeks of me being here, since the day you first invited me to hang out with you at lunch...” You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed upon your cheeks as the warm memories you had of him flashed through your mind “Since you started letting me fall asleep on you at Bonfires, since you built me my very own hut, because you knew sleeping in a hammock was making my back hurt...” A timid but loving smile formed on your slightly quivering lips as Gally took in every word, his own heart threatening to beat out of his chest by that point.

“Y/N... I-I had no idea, I thought-“

“You don’t have to say anything!” You tried to assure him, ignoring the strain in your voice “Really, I understand if you don’t feel the same way... But you asked, and I just couldn’t keep it in anymore, it’s been so long-“ You trailed off, suddenly, as Gally stepped even closer to you before you even had a chance to register it. You voice died in your throat the second you felt his rough, calloused, but warm palms cupping your face. A flash of courage in his eyes, a dazed gasp from you, and then, his head dipped, his lips descending on yours.

Your form went rigid as you endeavored to process what was happening, but the abrupt and new feeling of Gally kissing you wasted no time overtaking each one of your senses, making your heart flip and shrouding you in a thick fog of pure bliss. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back, your lips moving flawlessly and wantingly against his, as your arms reached up to wind themselves around him, your fingers momentarily tracing the back of his neck. Gally grunted into the kiss, his hands smoothly lowering to your waist and pulling your closer, nearly knocking you into his firm chest. He had imagined this moment a surplus of times before, but not one of his fantasies came close to how amazing this truly felt, how warm and soft your lips were, how impossible it was to pull away. He swallowed the content little moan that escaped you, his large hands squeezing your waist tighter as you quivered at the raw magnetism and surging affection that pulled you two into each other.

Despite your heart’s frantic protests, you slowly drew back, breaking away from the sweet taste of his lips, your own practically tingling from the fervent and long-overdue kiss.

Gally leaned his forehead against yours, eyes remaining closed for the moment of you both catching your breath, still holding onto each other.

This was paradise, there was no way that it wasn’t. As if by a miracle, all the worries you’d previously had about Gally rejecting you fluttered away, leaving nothing but consuming joy and yearning for more of him in their wake.

Gally opened his eyes first - you did the same a mere second later, meeting his gleaming bluish-green gaze. He thought you were the most beautiful thing to ever exist as you beamed at him, starry-eyed and enamored.

“I-I take it, this means you feel the same way...?” You whispered, still barely a few inches apart, feeling an imminent thrill rush through your body at the enticing feeling of Gally’s fingers tenderly tracing your spine.

His warm breath washed over your lips as he chuckled, a captivating grin pulling at the corners of his mouth “As if I ever had a chance not to...”

Your smile grew brighter at his breathy statement, all the ardent feelings you had for the tough builder engulfing you and chasing away every thought that wasn’t about him.

Gally still didn’t know what made you choose him, want him, of all people, but whatever it was, he’ll take it, happily. If it meant he could have you in his arms, just like this, every day from now on, he wouldn’t dream of questioning it.

He leaned in once more, kissing the tip of your nose with a gentleness you couldn’t fathom he possessed, his grip on you tightening.

His lips then brushed against yours, and you shivered, your heart leaping at the doting whisper that trailed from him “You’re mine, Y/N...”

Gally kissed you again, softly, meaningfully, his hold on you feeling like the only thing keeping you on the ground “And I’m yours.”

Thank you for reading!

[opluffys]

Reverse Captain- Killer x Reader x Eustass Kid

okay okay this is like the last old story from my archive account that i’m posting here *maybe? lmao idk* :,). i’m head over heels in love with killer so i got like ten wips for him lololo. lowkey don’t like how this one turned out, but it’s a couple of months old so idc anymore hehe. anyway i hope you guys enjoy! oh, also sorry if the spacing looks weird, i was too lazy to go through the whole thing and edit it...

-smut/nsfw-

You felt deliciously full and sore, the quick sliding of your captain's cock against your tight walls nearly made you lose consciousness.

"Fuck... Kid..!" You yelled, feeling his girth stretch you.

He grunted behind you and continued to thrust into you wildly, almost as wild as that red hair of his, which was now stuck to his forehead.

Your breasts were flush against the table of his office, rocking back and forth, creating a wanted friction that fueled your desire.

It was no surprise that Kid was rough in bed, just one look at the man and pretty sure anyone could tell. But you just weren't ready for it all, the way his cock just hit every spot inside of you so perfectly... When he leaned down to nip your ear and leave harsh markings on your neck, you felt like you couldn't keep up with him.

You broke the eye contact you had with countless papers and unfinished works in progress on Kid's desk, and looked fervently for your sword. You took that damn thing with you everywhere you went, you would risk your own life for that sword.

When you finally made eye contact with that beautiful blue casing, your face illuminated, you quickly grabbed it, using the hilt of the sword to press against Kid's chest.

"What the fuck..." He started angry, then stumbling backwards onto a stray chair in the middle of the room that fell victim to you and Kid.

"I think you need to slow down a bit, Captain." You said, your voice like sweet honey as you sauntered over to where he was sat, straddling his thighs.

"So you used Sea Stone to tell me that?!" He snapped, about to get up before you pressed the hilt against him once again.

"Ah ah. Feisty are we? I think it's my turn to take charge for the night, don't you, my Captain?" You asked, raising your hips to line yourself up right against his shaft, teasing the redding head with your slick entrance.

"Damn woman..." He growled, trying to get up again, but you were barely faster than him, trailing the hilt of the sword all over his body, making him groan tiredly.

"I would fucking end you if you weren't such a good doctor." He grumbled, still attempting to take charge every few minutes, evidently failing.

"That's all I am? Your doctor?" You responded, faking a disappointment tone. You still continued to rub your folds teasingly over the painfully hard head of your captain.

He raised his hand and you raised your sword, he almost chuckled, instead sending a smirk your way.

"Relax, princess. If I still wanted to actually take charge, you would've been screaming my name over my desk years ago. I guess I'll let you dominate this one time, but next time," He leaned into your ear, nipping it and taking the sensitive cartilage into his mouth. "You're gonna be wishing that you had done it my way." He finished.

You gulped nervously, the tone of his voice nearly made you want to bend yourself back over that desk, forgetting the thoughts of ever wanting to dominate your captain ever again.

Kid let out booming laughter at your reaction, about to come up with a snarky retort, but he was soon silenced by a grunt of pleasure as you finally decided to lower yourself onto his hardened arousal.

"Oh, fuck... So tight..." He whispered, biting his lip as he tried to silence his sounds.

You shuddered noticeably as he filled you to the brim, no, even further than that. He never let you ride him before, because 'You're too slow.' as he said. But as of now, being slow worked in your favour, making the red haired captain begin to lose his cool, grunts and groans of frustration leaving his full painted lips.

"Oh! Oh Captain!! Yes!!" You yelled, feeling his strong arms just tightly wrapped against you and feeling his warm pants fanning across your equally warm face just did something for you.

"Keep talking like that... I won't fulfil my end of the deal." He panted, hands attached to your plush hips, grinding against him thoughtfully.

"That'd be a shame, Captain... Because next time, I'm up for whatever you wanna do. And I mean anything, Kid." You said, sultrily pulling him in and out of you, your wet insides protesting him pulling out every time.

That seemed to shut him up for a while.

"So I've been thinking." You started, bottoming out on his lap, hissing in pleasure after feeling so full. "Your first mate, Killer... He doesn't like me much?" You asked, warming his cock, leaning your forehead against his pectorals.

"I know how Killer ticks. He doesn't hate you or anything, just no reason to make conversation with you. Why do you ask?" Kid replied, unconsciously bucking his hips upwards once in a while, earning you to pull your sword out and poke him with it a couple of times.

"No reason. I just think he's kinda sexy. What's under that mask leaves my imagination running wild, ya know." You said playfully, using your agile hands to tweak and pinch every inch of his built torso.

"What are you really getting at, (First Name)." He said, tone now completely serious, and even though he was stilled inside of you, length twitching and just dying to ravage your insides, the captain's voice never faltered, remaining serious.

"Okay, maybe I daydream of being pinned under your first mate, childhood friend, whatever. But hey, I admit it that he's really, really hot. Okay, happy now, Eustass?" You groaned, hitting your head against his chest in embarrassment, ready for him to scream at you for wanting to have sex with his best friend.

"Okay."

"Yes, I deserve whatever punishment you think is fit- wait, what?" You paused, thinking that you didn't hear him properly.

"I was your first, but by no means were you mine. So if you wanna fuck another dude, at least do it when I'm gone, or some shit." He grunted, rolling his eyes when he saw your surprised expression.

"Fuck, Kid. Please bend me over and fuck me as hard as you want." You whimpered, feeling so pleased at his response.

"With pleasure, princess." He replied, sending a wicked grin your way, harsh hands attached to your sides.

You stood at the edge of the ship, waving goodbye to your captain, who stood alongside Heat and Wire, going into the next island that you all had drifted to.

The two of you decided to hatch up a not too great plan of leaving you and Killer alone on the ship, which was 'I leave with Heat and Wire to the next island, because I'm captain, I do whatever the fuck I want.' which, had actually worked out well.

He sent a shit eating smile your way, then turned around to take his leave, the two other men following their captain.

Killer stood by your side silently, he was never one for being chatty, you knew that much. You took a few looks at the man, his plain black shirt hugging his muscles so tight, that scar on his arm made you tighten your legs, feeling an undeniable warmth flood your senses. You continued your not so subtle stares, the way his blonde mane fell down his broad shoulders and framed his body looked phenomenal, and the only thing you couldn't see was that damn face of his. You stared at the dozen holes on the striped mask, almost like trying to see through it.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, sounding more like a statement than a question. You stiffened, looking upwards towards the blonde, feeling so small in his presence.

You didn't get to be in bed with Eustass Kid for feeling small, though.

"No, Killer." You said, dragging his name out from your tongue, walking closer to his stature. You leaned against his strong chest, a gentle hand laying on his rippling muscles.

"But I think that you have something the matter with me." You said, taking your hand off of him, giving him a sly smile.

"You must've imagined it." He replied coolly, walking away to his quarters, not even giving you a chance to further your attempt at a conversation.

You clicked your tongue and walked past Kid's lackeys, who were all staring at your ass while you passed by, going to wandering into the kitchen.

You turned your head to look at them, smiling at how painfully obvious they were being while gawking at you. If only Killer sent a single gaze your way like these men here, it'd make your job of seduction a lot easier.

You took a seat in the kitchen, a stray chair in front of the stove. You picked at your nails, desperately waiting for someone to scream for your help, claiming they've been injured and needed your help. Though it was a bit bad to wait for someone to become injured, it was your role to assist them.

You didn't know when, but you leaned your head over onto your hand and started to doze off for a while, only jolting awake when you heard the sound of running water from behind you.

"Finally awake?"

You turned to where the voice came from, swallowing hard when you saw that mess of blonde hair.

"There's a plate in front of you, if you're hungry." He said, continuing to wash dishes. Yes, of course you were hungry, but not for food.

You hummed softly, getting up to smooth your skirt and walk over to Killer, offering your hand to help. "Maybe later. How about some assistance?" You asked, settling next to him to dry the wet plates. He shrugged lightly, his blonde tendrils swaying along his strong shoulders. Oh, how you wanted to just grab onto those shoulders while he thrusted into you wildly, grunting and groaning in your ear how you took him so well-

"Here."

You snapped out of your daydreams and took the plate from him, drying it off and placing it onto the shelf.

The two of you sustained a steady rhythm of washing and drying for a while, until you accidentally had dropped a glass cup, seeming to smash into a million pieces upon impact.

"Shit." You mumbled, crouching down to pick up the glass with your bare hands, of course, a bad idea, but you weren't weak, you could take a few cuts as long as you cleaned the mess.

Killer stood silently behind you, admiring the view of you bent down, even though he really shouldn't be. He pulled you up by the arms, surprising you, nearly dropping the glass shards.

You looked at his mask with a perplexed look on your face, dropping the bits of glass into the trash bin, dusting your hands off.

Killer started walking over to you, and you, being confused of what he needed, continued to back up, until your back hit the wall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop it or anything. Besides, I cleaned it up. We all good?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why do you do this, (First Name)." He asked, grabbing your chin in his calloused hand, forcing your wandering eyes to peer into the mask.

"Do what?" You replied, resting your hand atop his sculpted arm, his muscle twitching at your touch.

"Make me want to pin you against the wall and fuck your brains out." He said, not moving his hand from your skin.

You froze in place, it seemed your job was easier than you had thought. "So do it, Killer." You smiled, tracing your hands over his strong torso.

"I can't." He answered, moving away from you, back to the sink to dry the rest of the dishes. You frowned, your painted lips then creating a flat line as you stood in thought.

"You can. I'm the captain's girl, right?" You said, walking behind him, trailing your nails through the material of the black shirt, feeling his muscles tense under you. "And you're captain when he's gone." You said, standing on your tippy toes to nip at his strong neck, leaving a barely visible mark behind.

You were sure you didn't even blink before you were over the counter, Killer's arm against your back, preventing you to move. A smile spread across your features, sighing contently as you felt his other hand squeeze and pinch along your clothed body.

"Mm, Killer..." You whimpered softly, grinding against his crotch. His breath hitched, but he easily retaliated, a loud hiss of pleasure leaving your lips as you felt a stinging sensation on your ass.

"I guess you're just like captain. Always wanting to take charge." You sighed, feeling the cool air hit your dripping cunt, accommodating the size of Killer's digits. "I guess so." He said, his gaze on how you took his three fingers.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip while shifting your weight from foot to foot, unable to take the torture any longer. "I didn't come here for your fingers." You grumbled, closing your eyes as he curled his fingers deep inside of you.

"Yeah, but this is probably the only time I'm going to be able to enjoy you. Gotta take it nice," He stopped, pulling his fingers out to circle your clit. "And slow." He finished. You were sure he was smirking underneath that mask.

"It doesn't have to be." You whimpered, backing your hips against him again, feeling his bulge rub against you. You heard him take a sharp inhale, contemplating whether to continue the teasing, or to just give in.

"Please." You begged, placing your forehead against the hard table.

And he had his answer.

The sound of a fumbling belt buckle behind you put a smile on your face. "Finally." You mumbled, feeling his tip press against your entrance. You bit your lip from letting out a scream as he suddenly filled you, a shaky sigh leaving Killer's lips.

"Ah... Fuck, Killer!" You panted, your hands grabbing the counter harshly. His tan arm lifted from you, now squeezing your hips tightly, pulling you back against him, relishing in your warmth.

"Killer... Fuck... You stretch me so good!" You yelled, moaning when you felt him fill you over and over again. "You're awfully quiet back there, am I not what you expected?" You said, a fake tone of sadness lacing your voice.

"Unlike you or Kid, I'm not so vocal." He responded, trying not to show the strain on his voice, even when you were wrapped so tightly against him, your pussy dragging him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. "You're even better than I thought, (First Name)." Killer said, pushing himself into you deeper than what you thought possible.

"Isn't this position boring? Why don't you pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out like you proposed? You can even have me do the work and ride you, or even-" You were cut off when your mouth was filled with Killer's long fingers, taking your tongue between them. "You know, you make a good point. I can't see the faces you're making." He said, pulling out of you slowly.

"Why don't we go somewhere more, private." He said, his deep voice making your legs shake. You nodded fervently, pulling your panties up and adjusting your skirt. You tried to take a step forward, but your wobbly knees betrayed you, nearly making you fall down until Killer took your hand, pulling you up gently. "We weren't even going for that long." He said, making sure that you could stand before letting you go. "You're big, what do you expect?" You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

When you were stable, you tried taking another step under Killer's gaze. Again, you failed and your hands flew to his extended arm. He sighed audibly and lifted you up, carrying you like a bride. "What a gentleman." You giggled, your hand wrapping around his neck softly. He didn't reply as he started walking back to his room, obviously attracting stares along the way.

"Killer..." You whimpered, feeling his cock push against your womb, making you see stars. Your back was against the cool wall, seeming to steal the warmth that radiated off of you. "You're tight even when you and the captain go at it everyday..." He grunted, his hips snapping against yours. You would've laughed if you weren't pinned against the wall getting fucked. "Yeah, sorry about that... I know I can get a little, ya know..." You said timidly, a warmth settling on your cheeks after getting called out for being so loud.

"I've always wondered what your lips feel like." You sighed, feeling him stretch you so good. "Not today, (First Name)." He said, biting his lip softly, trying not to let out too much noise, even though you couldn't even hear him. "Come on, Killer. All I've wanted to see was your face the second I joined the crew, and that was years ago, that says something." You said, trying to sound angry, but that was seemingly impossible with a huge cock inside of you.

Killer seemed to stand still in thought, wondering if he could actually show you his face. He didn't hold any negative feelings toward you, but he wasn't sure if he trusted you enough. "And if I do..?" He asked, not moving any longer, his cock deep inside of you. "If you do, then I most definitely think that we would enjoy ourselves much more." You replied, hands squeezing his strong shoulders tightly. He made a sound of disapproval as he pulled out of you again, walking away from you. You barely stood, only with help of a chair next to you were you able to stand.

A confused face took over your gentle features, pondering if you had said or did something wrong. "Damn it, how the fuck did I mess this up so badly..?" You sighed, starting to gather your clothes slowly, silently wishing Killer was here to help you out. It was the least he could do if he didn't want you anymore.

"(First Name), do me a favour." You heard him, he was out of view, for some reason. You hummed, signalling that you heard him. "Close your eyes, just for a little while." He said, his voice coming closer to where you stood. You complied, used to taking orders, especially on a ship where Eustass Kid was captain.

You felt a rougher hand tangle with your soft one, leading you somewhere. You trusted Killer, but you had no clue what he was going to do.

You were stopped for a moment, then brought down onto muscled thighs, your hand still tightly wrapped with Killer's. It took you a moment to realise that you were straddling his thighs, your cheeks adapting a sudden warmth at the intimate pose you two held.

You felt warm lips against yours, your abdomen knotted tightly at the feeling. His tongue softly pushed against your own, his lips tangling within your own in a fierce dance, the two of you seemingly unable to get enough of each other.

Your hand still laced with Killer's, you squeezed it harder unconsciously, feeling your lungs start to burn after not inhaling enough oxygen. Your open hand wandered lower, tracing Killer's strong abs and his beautiful V-line, finally finding his rock hard length, your hand softly pumping it when he released your lips with a groan. 

"Fuck, (First Name)... Just like that..." He whispered, his pants warming your face. His breath smelled of a cool mint, opposing your captains fierce cinnamon scent.

Your eyes were still shut, though you were dying to take a small peek, you were sure he was just as beautiful as the rest of his body.

You continued your ministrations while Killer ravaged your soft lips, his lipstick mixing with yours. Any time while the two of you locked lips, you felt his cock twitch in your hands, obviously wanting to be back inside of your warmth. You subtly raised your hips, lining his cock up with your entrance. Just as you started to lower yourself, Killer thrusted his hips forward, sheathing himself inside of you quickly. You yelled against his lips, separating the two of you.

He would've laughed if he didn't dislike doing so. "You know I can see what you're doing, right?" He asked, his harsh tone of voice seeming to disappear.

"S-Shut your damn mouth..." You whispered, closing your eyes tighter than they already were. You opened your mouth to speak once again, but you were silenced by a pair of lips against yours once again. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, each kiss was like air to him, his lungs burning like a fire until your cool lips met with his scorching ones. It was weird how you were the one who wanted to kiss him so bad, but he was the one who kept initiating it.

He pulled back from you, leaving your lips slightly agape and stinging, a sensation that was welcomed by you. "You can open your eyes now." He sighed, worried about how you'd react.

Your (eye colour) eyes strained open, the light making it hard to fully open them on command. You squinted, then little by little opened them fully, eyes resting on Killer's tanned chest, your mouth wanting to leave markings on the skin. You just realised that your hand still laid on top of Killer's gently, you muttered a quick apology and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

Your mouth hung open slightly, seeing his blonde hair fall into his face perfectly, his long eyelashes tickling his strong cheekbones, his full lips swollen after meeting your own countless times.

"So handsome..." You mumbled, seemingly forgetting that he was still inside of you. You noticed his cheeks get warmer, as you sent him a small smile. 

"Thank you."

He looked at you, confusion written all over his pretty features. "For?" He asked, his now free hand caressing your hips, tracing small shapes with his tall fingers.

"For trusting me... I know we never talk, but I trust you as much as Captain." You sighed, your forehead against his chest. "And well, obviously the other two." You laughed, referring to Heat and Wire.

He didn't know what to say, but he began to feel slightly bad. "Why did you never talk to me, anyway? When I first joined you used to at least make small talk with me, but then it stopped." You said, looking up at him with an undeniable sadness in your eyes. He sighed, averting his stare. "I knew something like this were to happen if I continued to talk to you. When you and Kid became a thing, I had to back off, respect that you were his, or the temptations would overcome me someday." He said, returning his gaze to you.

You hummed, satisfied with the answer. "At least you don't hate me." You said, raising your hips to be able to kiss him again, lips against his own with fierce intent.

"Please fuck me, Killer." You whimpered, unable to take just his stationary cock inside of you any longer. He didn't respond back to you, but began to assist you in moving on top of him, your arms resting against his shoulders as you started to bounce on him, his cock going inside and out with such a lewd sound.

Killer's hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you onto him easier than if you were doing it alone. "Fuck..." He groaned, feeling your fleshy walls tighten around him, warmth over flooding his entire being.

You felt him push against the spot that nearly induced you into a deep unwanted sleep, letting out a loud moan, unable to form words to tell him to keep hitting that spot.

He knew what angle to go out now, abusing your wet walls with every snap of his hips. He moved his hand lower to circle your clit slowly, hearing you give a wanton whisper of his name fuelled his need to make you finish around him.

You felt your leg twitch as you felt your inevitable release creep up on you. Your moans and whimpers grew to a higher pitch, with a raise of your hips, Killer met your lips against his once again, you never growing tired of the feeling. One more deep thrust inside of you, and you couldn't take it, accidentally screaming into Killer's open lips, you separated from his mouth and whimpered again as you came around him, your arousal dripping down onto his erection and onto the both of your thighs.

He continued to lazily drill into you, filling you to the brim until he was satisfied. He bit his lip as you tightened onto him harshly, almost like not wanting to let go. You moaned his name, feeling sensitive with every move.

"So fucking good." He whispered to himself, getting lost in your soft insides. He too felt release coming sooner than he thought. You were just so good around him, smaller than him and still able to take him better than initially thought.

A few more thrusts and he pulled out, grunting softly as he came on your stomach, thick white ropes of his sticky seed on your naked body.

He got up to bring you a towel, finally feeling the after effects on him, collapsing onto the bed beside you gently. You smiled, your lipstick was slightly smeared and your hair was tousled messily. You cleaned yourself up and laid next to him, locking lips again softly, feeling him being so gentle with you made you feel like you could take him again right then and there.

His eyes were on yours after you backed up from the kiss, a smile on your face as you closed your eyes.

"I could get used to this."

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-Penmanship- Cedric Diggory x Female Reader

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   Kody: I- i love this request. I’m also hella confused by half of it so imma guess? Also i’m putting Lupin in this story because in my dr hes the defense against the dark arts professor and i do what i want really so like-

  Request: Okay so listen honey. A cedric diggory imagine where he constantly gets love letters every now and then from a secret admirer aka the reader. Not so secret though because she has the prettiest handwriting ever and it was very obvious. One day, Cedric like asks for her notes because he needed it??? She mindlessly gave it away because that's her long-time crush okay- and then after, Cedric gives it back and says she has a beautiful penmanship and reader just blushes, thinking about what she had done and- Gdjshdhxbhshgs so she tried like avoiding him because embarrassing really wow and then some days after, Cedric asks her what was the answer. She was like???? Was there a question????? Ced was like look at your notes???? And tHEN SHE RUMMAGES THROUGH HER NOTES AND SAW CEDRIC'S LETTER ASKING HER OUT.I've always been that freak in class with a pretty handwriting 😭 - 💐

  House: Hufflepuff

  Possible Triggers / Warnings: the fluff, Cedric being a cheeky bastard, cursing because i have a foul mouth

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  Cedric Diggory, 7th year Hufflepuff, quidditch captain/seeker, handsome, charming as a prince,  and one of the most popular guys at hogwarts along with Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, George and Fred Weasley, Blaise Zabini, etc. Anyway, like most girls and boys in Hogwarts, you fell for him. Hard.

  i mean- how couldn’t you, you shared almost every class him and he just seemed so kind and caring. He did have his smug side though that you rarely saw, but it was surely there. In layman’s terms: he was perfect in your eyes, and in your mind, you didn’t deserve him or his weird perfection thing he had.

  so you came up with a strange and somewhat coward way of confessing your feelings. Better than being embarrassed, normally guys and gals would get the young lad alone and confess there undying attraction to him and well- they’d get rejected. Everytime. It was almost as if Cedric had an attraction for no one.

  you decided to send love letters of sorts, but not really. They were more like letters of encouragement and it certainly wasn’t going to be a constant thing, just when you noticed a negative change in his attitude or anything like that. You would write him sweet compliments that you hoped weren’t to creepy as well.

  you just hoped that the letters brought Cedric some sort of happiness whenever he was low.

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  the Hufflepuff house had quite a grim aura this afternoon. The quidditch team had just lost a match against Gryffindor and even though Hufflepuffs were no sore losers, losing just sucked in general to anyone. It was sad to see your fellow housemates on the quidditch team so upset.

  the worst part was that Cedric had took the lose quite harshly since it would have gotten them a place in the quidditch finals of that semester. Now he would have to wait until next term to assure his team a spot. You noticed Cedric’s pained expression during the end of the game and left early.

  this was one of the moments where you could write something sweet and kind to lift his spirits and write you shall. You snuck back into your common room and quickly gathered up some parchment, ink, and a quill. You sat on the yellow loveseat as you wrote.

  ‘Dear Cedric, I’m sorry that you don’t get to participate in the quidditch finals, but don’t see this has a huge lose. You are still the most amazing quidditch captain and seeker i have ever seen. You should be proud of what you have accomplished so far. I just know you will do much better next term because your the kind of person to grow from your failures and such. It has inspired me to do the same with myself. Have a good rest of your day Cedric.’

  after writing what you needed to say you quickly make your way back to the quidditch field to see Cedric and his team slowly making there way to the changing rooms. Oh no. You needed to think fast. In a rushed state you slip into the boys changing room, no doubt feeling like a bit of a perv while doing so.

  it smelt like pure testosterone. you gaze around until your E/c eyes land on a small locker that had Cedric’s name on the front. Boom. With haste, you rush over and open the locker. The smell of fresh sage filling your nose. Odd. Anyway, you fold the letter and place it gently on on his clothes.

  after that you left.

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  as Cedric walked into the changing room he sighed deeply, running a hand through his golden brown hair that by then had collected sweat. His male teammates were quiet as they began to strip themselves of their protective padding.

  as the seeker opened up his locker to grab his regular clothes he spotted a folded up piece of parchment. By now he had been receiving letters for a bout a month now, so he instantly knew. He reaches in and grabs it from the locker. Opening it, he spotted the unique handwriting as always.

  as he read the words a wide smile grew on his face. He honestly looked like a lovestruck idiot who had just been kissed by an angel. After a month of receiving these letters, he now had a want for them. They always came when he needed them the most and always brought the brightest smile on his face.

  even after reading the kind words you had wrote for him, Cedric couldn’t help but wonder who was writing the letters with the unique penmanship. He had fallen for the anonymous writer and longed to know who there identity was, so he could say those feelings in person.

  but not once had they mentioned any descriptors that could lead him anywhere, no hair color, eye color, not even there gender. Cedric could less about any of those, but he needed those clues to find them, to find you. All he had was a stack of letters with unique handwriting.  

   ☼-☪-☼

  a week later

  one of the many classes you shared with Cedric was defence against the dark arts with professor Lupin, which was where you were walking into at this current moment. Oh yeah, you were deskmates (assigned) with him as well, which was totally not nerve wracking in the slightest.

  Lupin stood up from his chair in the front of the class as most of his students had taken their seats “Welcome, welcome everyone. Once your seated please pull out your textbooks and turn to-” before he could get another word in Hermione Granger’s hand had shot up in the air.

  professor Lupin gave her a small smile before nodding once towards her direction “Yes, Ms. Granger?” he asked. Hermione’s arm fell and she folded her hands across the wooden desk she sat at “You told us last week there’d be a exam today on the Chameleon Ghoul?”

  as groans fell from your classmates you heard the chair next to you slide across the floor “I haven’t missed anything important, have i?” that deep melodic voice you had grown to enjoy spoke. You turn your head to face the browned haired boy who wore a kind smile and questioning eyes.

  you manage to muster up a reply “Uh- Granger reminded Lupin that we have a exam today” you said cracking a quiet chuckle. He rolls his eyes dramatically and takes a seat in the chair, all while pulling out a couple pieces of parchment with his handwriting on it. You assumed it was his notes.

  “Of course she did. What’s the exam for?” he asks. You sit back in your seat to make yourself look less tense then you actually were. “Chameleon Ghouls” you say, watching the golden brown hair boy search through his notes. A frown formed on his face, one you noticed “Are uh- you alright there?”

  Cedric turns his head to face you, his frown replaced with a sheepish smile “I was at quidditch practice during that lesson. You wouldn’t mind me borrowing yours would you? I- I mean if it’s not to much of a hassle?” he asked. You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to be nervous.

  “Oh no it’s alright. I usually write two sets of notes for my friend Hannah who usually sleeps through her lessons” you say, making him chuckle a bit. You reach into your bag and pull out both pages of notes, handing him one. Cedric gently takes the notes from your hand, his finger grazing yours.

  it affected you more than you’d like to admit. You pull your hand away and place it back in your lap. Cedric smiles kindly before looking at the parchment you gave him. His brown eyes scan the handwriting, a smug grin plastered on his face. It took him a couple minutes to read the whole page.

   “Your penmanship” he spoke

  at this point you were looking at your own notes and for once not paying so much attention to him. You raise a brown in confusion before looking up at him “My penmanship?” you question. Cedric nods towards the parchment he held in his hand

  “The way you write is so unique, i could spot it in instantly among others. I could never forget it” he said sending you a wink. You were confused at first by his choice of words before it finally hit you. The letters. He had seen your handwriting so many times before, so much so that he couldn’t forget it.

  and you had so willingly, so stupidly given away something with your distinct penmanship on it. Oh merlin, you were so screwed. Your E/c eyes widen, opening your mouth to force out some answer but professor Lupin speaks instead. “Now notes away while i pass out the exam”

  Cedric casually faces forward in his seat once again as he slides over the notes you handed him minutes ago. You quickly snatch them and stuff it into your bag as a red hue tinted your cheeks. You felt so embarrassed at the moment and wanted the earth to swallow you up.

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  “Aright, leave your exams on the table and you may leave” Lupin spoke, while kids stood up from their desks to leave the classroom. In a haste, you sling your bag over your shoulder and make a beeline towards the door, not wanting to even risk Cedric questioning you about the letters. Your heart couldn’t handle it.

  for the next couple days you spent most of your time avoiding the hufflepuff boy who seemed to now show up everywhere you went. Almost like the universe was punishing you for being such an idiot in giving him those notes and you did feel like a total idiot. You really hoped he would just forget you existed.

   ☼-☪-☼

  a couple days later, friday

   you couldn’t avoid him forever though.

  back in professor Lupin’s classroom you had been quietly sitting next to Cedric almost the whole class period. What were you supposed to say to him anyway “We seemed to have finished early, talk amongst yourselves quietly for the rest of the remaining time if you so desire”

  well shit

  you lean back into your chair and sigh deeply. He wouldn’t talk to you right? He should of taken the hit that you were avoiding him, RIGHT? No of course not. You felt a tap on your shoulder and slowly turned your head to face Cedric “Yes?” you say, trying to keep your calm composure.

  “You still haven’t given me an answer, your cutting it pretty close there Y/n” he snickers, leaning in close to you since he spoke in a hushed tone. You instinctively lean back, cause like- boundaries. “I’m sorry, i don’t understand?” you spoke, a confused expression on your face.

   Cedric studies your expression for a moment before chuckling again “I guess i don’t leave letters as skillfully as you do” he says making your face go bright red “Check the notes that you gave me” he adds. You mumble an okay before opening your bag to grab the crumpled parchment. 

   when you unfolded it another piece of parchment had fallen into your lap. It was small and looked like it had been ripped off the sheet and folded up like a note you would pass to a friend during class. You reach down and collect, gently unfolding the top flap to read the words. 

   ‘It’s my turn to write you something my secret admirer or should i say Y/n L/n. Would you do me the honor of going out with me this saturday- Cedric’ 

   you must have read those couple sentences three times before you believed your eyes weren’t defective of some sort. You slowly place the note down on your lap once again, biting your bottom lip out of nervousness. Slowly looking over to your right you saw Cedric with a questioning glance “So?”

   a smile grew on your face before nodding “Yeah i’d love to”

   the date went great, you walked around the school talking about anything you or Cedric could think of. He did question you on why you had sent the letters anonymously and you told him the truth, you didn’t want to be embarrassed. He thought it was funny the way he found out and you though to.   

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   a month later (bonus stuff)

   you were wearing a yellow sweater with black sleeves and collar, a short denim overall dress over that and black leggings with matching black boots as you tapped your fingers against the wood of Cedric’s chest at the foot of his bed. You were waiting for your now boyfriend to come back from the shower.

   Cedric had been at quidditch practice all afternoon and you knew he went to wash up right after, so it was the waiting game now. What you didn’t expect was what would happen next. The door suddenly opened to reveal Cedric with damp hair and only wearing a towel around his waist.

   you yelp and cover your eyes with both of your hands instantly “Cedric! What the hell!?” you shout. Cedric gives you a weird look all though you couldn’t see it “Your in my dorm! I didn’t think you be in here!” he shouts back, you can hear shuffling of clothes and his walking.

   “Did you walk through the common room like that?! What if somebody saw you!?” you exclaim. You didn’t want prying eyes on him in such a state since you knew almost everyone in your house and others hand the biggest crush on him. The thought made you frown knowing full well he could have anyone he wanted.

   you feel his large hand over yours as he pulls them from your face, his brown eyes studying your expression like always “Who cares if anyone saw?” he questions, your face not changing “Because everyone likes you, what if someone more good looking than me saw you and- eh”

   you look away from him. Cedric exhaled and let go of one of your hands to gently force your chin towards him so you were looking at him once again. “I don’t really care about anyone else Y/n. I’m your boyfriend aren’t i?” he asked, tilting his head with an amused smile. You nod slowly “Yeah” 

   “Y/n i fell for you the first time i read your letters, don’t doubt yourself because your the only girl who has ever caught my attention” Cedric smiles and leans up since he was crouching in front of you to kiss your lips gently. It was like he was sealing his statement with the kiss. 

   you smile against his lips. He pulls away after a couple seconds with a smug smirk “Now my secret admirer, want to cuddle?”

   “I’m never getting over that am i?”

   “Nope, now in the bed”

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   Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss 

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   Kody: this is shi for how long it took me lmao. Anyway, requests and taglist are open so like- yeahhh.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 3

Training

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter summery: y/n starts training at Hydra and dicovers the other side of Bucky

warnings: violence

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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A little buzz sounded as my cell drew open, the chamber opposites sat empty. My head turned slightly to see a gruff man walk in, electrified baton in hand. I knew to be careful when they carried one of those.

"Up." Was all he said, hand wrapping around the metal cuffs and yanking me to my feet before he was dragging me through the desolate corridor.

It was strangely quiet - the past month the cells had been full, SHIELD agents and enemies of HYDRA clogging up the little glass rooms with blood stain clothes and bruised faces. I guess they'd been disposed of, and that though sent a chill down my spine. Is that how I was to end?

His hand pushed roughly between my shoulder blades, one foot falling over the other in a stumble as I fell into the room, the guard stepping in behind me and letting the heavy metal door slam shut with a threatening thud. The man I had first met when he smiled grimly at me once my alterations had first been completed was waiting with a smug grin - a sickening expression a rarely saw him without unless it was replaced with one of rage. I had come to know him simply as 'General'.

"Good afternoon, Miss Stark." He grinned, waving his hand menacing to motion me forward. I did as I was told, plodding forward tentatively until I was stood before him. A wince escaped me as he rough grabbed my chin, pulling it between his thumb and finger to tilt my head back so my gaze bored into his. "We are starting your training today." He stated, his free hand reaching around to unclasp the metal contraption laid over my mouth.

He tossed it to the bench that stood next to him before he raked a hand through my greasy hair, pushing the tangled locks out of my face. He seemed to observe me for a moment, letting his eyes wander over my body - which was clad in some simple black tactical suit - before landing back on my eyes again.

"You will be fighting the winter soldier every day for at least two hours. This training will only stop once you have beat him, and once this happens, we'll know you are ready to be released into the world." The General explained, letting go of my chin and giving me a nudge towards the centre of the room. It was only then that I saw the soldier standing there.

But he was not my comfort buddy. This version of him was rough, cruel looking. His teeth were bared, chest heaving and nostrils were flared. His bicep bulged against the leather of his suit and his face was set in a ruthless scowl. I gulped, meekly making my way to stand in front of him.

"Begin." Was all the general had to say before the soldier was on me, metal fist flying for my head in a fast punch. I ducked just in time, scurrying to the other side of him and taking the time to think.

I begun to hum a hypnotising tune, in hopes of stopping the lug of a man preparing to hit me harder this time, but with no luck. Distracted, his fist collided with my stomach this time, sucking the air from my lungs and lurching my backwards until my ass connected with the ground. I groaned loudly, rubbing my sore stomach as I tried humming again. All the while the soldier advanced on me, taking heavy step before his Chucky boat was connecting with my side.

"You may found his mind is much...stronger than a usual human's." The general smirked and my eyes widened as I quickly flipped onto my front, desperately attempting to crawl away. But I had no luck, the feeling of the soldier's gloved hand made me cry out as it gripped my hip and pulled me backwards harshly before his metal hand curled around my throat. He hoisted me up it the air, turning my small body in his hands as if I were as light as paper before slamming my head backwards into the wall, hand still tight around my neck.

My legs kicked aimlessly in the air, hands clawing frantically at his own as he repeated slammed my head backwards against the concrete.

"Enough!" The general barked as I felt my eyes rolling back, consciousness falling from my grasp. The soldier released me, my limp body falling the the floor at his feet as I coughed and spluttered. The soldier tune Ed away, walking to the centre of the room as I gasped for air and leant forward on my hands, retching at the ground from all fours. "Again!"

My eyes widened in realisation and I began to scramble to my feet, but the ominous footsteps reached my first and before I could utter a single word my body was crushed to the floor, the soldier's thick thighs straddling my own - tapping my arms at my sides too - to stop my from flailing.

The impact of his metal fist crashing against the side of my face burst my lips open and the wet trickle of blood down my chin made me shiver. Then it hit again and I cried out, a stinging echoing across the right side of my face. I could feel the flow of blood from my nose and the tangy taste of it on my tongue as it infiltrated my mouth, sliding over my lips.

I started to slip away, ready to let the pain take me when I heard the word boomed again.

"Enough!" The soldier pulled away instantly, pushing up from my thighs and thudding back across to the centre of the room again. A dizziness washed over me, and I soon came to realise that it would be a long time before I beat him. Then the dreaded word was ordered, reaching a groan from me as I climbed onto shaking feet, this time raising my aching arms and dusting my hands in order to attempt to block him: "Again."

... You'd think that was the worst part, huh? Well, guess again. What the general had definitely failed to leave out was the punishment for losing. For each game I lost, I earned myself five strikes.

When our first session was up, I was quickly escorted out - not before they replaced my silencer (that's what I opted to call it) - and dragged to another new room. This one also stood bare, only housing a single wooden pillar that stood around my own height that housed a round metal cuff of either side about half way up. I sealed thickly, eyeing the cuffs with fear and hesitation as I was shoved forwards until I was stood before the wood.

"Kneel." That order was spat at me, and the baton in the guard's hand made me oblige quickly, sinking to my knees before it and grimacing at the uneven gravel under my knees that bit into my skin even through my suit. He silently walked over to me, grabbing my wrists one at a time and locking them into the cuffs - nothing gentle about it. The jingle of his key was like nails on a chalkboard in my ears as he slipped my back into his belt and walked away.

The door was slung open, loud footsteps approaching me before an unsettling breath was at my ear.

"Maybe after this, you'll actually try to win tomorrow." The general gritted out, the cold tip on a knife hooking into the top on my suit and poking the back of my neck making me flinch. I gasped suddenly as he yanked the blade down, slitting the suit down the back and cutting it free of my arms until the fabric bunched at my waist. My sports bra was next to go, leaving me feeling humiliated as I felt the watchful eyes of both the general and the guards on my bared breast and nipples which were leaked from the cold.

I felt humiliated, knelt with my wrists bound and my top half naked in a room full of much less than honourable men in a place I didn't know. I flinched again when I heated the whip crack in the air, the general flicking the leather around in order to test it out.

"Why don't you count for me, princess?" He mocked, the sinister laughter of the guards adding to his at the sexual inference and my bottom lips quivered. The snap of the leather against my back sent a scream through me, snuffed out by the silencer. My body quaked and my eyes pooled with stinging tears as they became bloodshot red. Sweat broke out on my forehead as the once again sickening feeling of blood trickling down my skin filled my senses.

One, I counted in my head and a second later, the second hit harder than the first.

[bill-y]

INURE

Peeta mellark x male reader

We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn't been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I've changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN'T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part one: You're here right now. :)

Part two: Over there, pepperoni. :)

Wattpad account: L0calxDumbass

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I sighed, smiling as I watched my brother gather flowers. It was the early morning, I had to go out hunting soon, but then again, it wouldn't hurt to keep him company for a while.

"Nal," I called, it was a nickname short for his name, Kunal. An odd name, to say the least. Mother told me it meant Lotus, her favourite flower. 

His strawberry blonde hair swayed towards me, a smile forming on his face. He held a couple of lily's in his hands, his blue eyes glittering. "Y/n!" he said back, waving towards me.

I slowly walked towards him, squatting down next to him. He gave me a lily from his makeshift bouquet, humming. "Look at what I got!" he exclaimed.

I chuckled, roughly putting my hand on his head, messing with his hair. He groaned and in retaliation, he pulled on one of my small braids. It was something my father used to do to my hair when we went off to the woods. I used to hate it, but now I wear it every day, quite funny, really.

"Ow—hey, I just fixed that you little—" I let out, pulling my hand off his head as he let out an unprovoked yell. "AHHH MOM, Y/N'S SWEARING AGAIN!" 

I sighed, managing to pry him off me, our heads turning towards our mother, she had the same hair and features as my brother, maybe that's why she preferred him over me. 

"Kunal, get inside, time for breakfast!" she called, waving him over. Nal said a small "bye-bye", waving at me before running to our mother who welcomed him with open arms. 

She looked at me, I could feel her icy glare. But beyond all of that, her eyes showed a little bit of concern, as if she's afraid. It made sense, district 12 wasn't the kindest of places, illegal hunting is dangerous and she was my mother, after all.

I watched as my brother gave him the lilies, a smile forming on her lips, her eyes wrinkling. My hands tensed a little, I passed it off to the chilly breeze, not wanting to think about this in the early morning. "Bye," I muttered, turning away as I went towards the woods.

My hands gripped the rough bark, scaling up a tree with little to no effort. I arrived at a certain spot, reaching into a hole where my hunting equipment was hidden. 

I pulled out a small set of thin, throwing daggers. I looked at it, gripping the leather strapping on the handle. This was the reason, the reason everything went downhill that day. 

Yet I still keep it, to honour my father. This set was one of the only things he left when he was executed in the most painful way possible. I let out a hitched breath at the thought of it, holstering it on my belt. 

I pulled out a hunting bow, something my friend gave me. I wasn't the best at it, I was better at throwing more than anything. It was worth learning though, it was best used when hunting smaller game like rabbits and squirrels.

To my right, was a nest of mocking birds. I whistled a basic 3 tunes to them, which they listened to and replicated. My lips formed into a small smile, waving at the birds before I leapt to another tree.

My father taught me how to traverse the forest through trees. I remember falling every time I leapt from tree to tree, my father laughing as he caught my hand. Sometimes I'd just fall to the ground, resisting the urge to cry as I insisted to try again.

He and I have a lot in common, I took more after my father more than I did my mother. Both physically and mentally. While my mother was more grounded, my father would never shut up about freedom and life without the capitol.

It wasn't something ideal for life like this. Any word or action against the capitol and you can get executed right on the spot, something I had to learn the hard way. 

I've always found the ground limiting, the coal dust in the air quite suffocating. Unlike in these heights, where the air was fresh, cool. You saw so much more, moved so much more. It was a taste of freedom, something I've always wanted.

I arrived at a location hidden away from unwanted eyes. Landing on a large rock ledge that was reachable from above if you leapt or swung far enough. Of course, there were times where I didn't stick the landing and ended up in the thicket of berry bushes, ending up with several, stinging, unwanted "friends".

"I'm early for once," I huffed, grinning as I laid down the rock. I put my leg on top of the other, using my hands to support my head. A small, yellow butterfly landed on my nose, making me smile.

"Hey, owl eyes," A voice boomed, making the butterfly fly away. My brows furrowed as I looked in the direction of the voice. "Finally stopped daydreaming of burning the Capitol down?" he teased, grinning.

I shot him a look, "Mhmm," I hummed, "Daydreaming of throwing them off a cliff instead," I said, making him snort. 

"And how do you plan to do that?" He asked, smirking. I threw a small rock at his forehead, scoffing. "Shut it, Gale" I retorted.

He rolled his eyes, a mischievous look on his face "I was going to give you some of this bread I shot, but since you're like that, I guess I'll just have to share this with Catnip," he said, holding up a loaf of bread, an arrow pierced through it.

I laughed looking up at the sky, "Oh come on, don't be like that, Gale," I spread my limbs across the surface of the cool rock. "Don't pick favourites, but— between me and Kat, who's the lucky favourite?"

Gale hummed as if thinking deeply. "Definitely Catnip," he answered making my head turn sharply towards him. I shot him a glare, a look of betrayal. He let out a bark of laughter, just in time for Katniss to arrive.

He held up the bread once more, "Hey catnip, look at what I shot," he said. "He said that two times already," I groaned, raising a finger.

Katniss laughed, the bread handed to her. "Mhh, still warm," she commented, sniffing the crust of the bread after she had pulled out the arrow.  

If I hadn't known any better, I would say that they were siblings. Straight black hair, olive skin and same grey eyes. Most of the families who work in the mines resemble each other this way. That's why my family has always stuck out like a sore thumb, like Katniss' mother and sister. 

My mother and brother with strawberry blonde hair, my brother, in particular, having my father's blue eyes. Father and I had bright copper-red hair, I shared my mother's green eyes.

From what I've heard my father used to be a merchant, selling various herbs, fruits, plants and meat until he's settled down here for my mother, began working in the mines, along with illegal hunting.

The peacekeepers and the mayor let it slide though, They crave fresh meat just like anyone else in the district. Our district was looked down upon, the capitol didn't really pay attention to it. This is why we can get away with these.

My train of thought was interrupted by a berry landing on my face, making me scrunch my face as Katniss finished a joke with a Capitol accent. The two always told me I was easily distracted, a disadvantage when it came to hunting. 

Though I'd say it's an advantage when I'm not busy daydreaming I tend to spot small animals, like that one bird flying west of me, or that small worm crawling next to me.

Gale tapped my hand, which was dangling from the rock. He handed me a piece of bread, some cheese spread on it. I sat up, one of my knees bent, resting my elbows on it as I thanked him. 

"We could do it, you know?" He said quietly, effectively drawing my attention, as well as Katniss'. "What?" she asked. I only remained silent, biting into the bread as my other foot dangled from the rock, swinging around.

"Runaway from the district, live in the woods, you and I, maybe Y/n too if he wants to, we could make it," He said, I nodded, swallowing a healthy portion of the bread. "You know I want to," I interjected. 

Gale sighed, "If only we didn't have so many kids," Of course, they weren't our actual children, though they might as well be. He has two little brothers and a sister, Katniss has a sister and I have Kunal. There's also our parents, another mouth to feed.

My mom doesn't really have a source of income, so I'm left working the majority of the month, only taking a break at least for a day. Though the three of us split our games, It's never really enough. We still have times where we would curl up on our cots on an empty stomach. It happened far more often than any of us would like.

With my father gone, I was left to provide for my own family. These forests are practically my home, the only thing missing was Kunal and my mom's icy stares.

"I don't want any children," Katniss responded plainly. "I might if I didn't live here," said Gale. 

"But you do," She responded irritably, I glanced between them, chewing on my bread slowly. "Forget it," Gale snapped, sighing,

It would be a lie if I haven't thought of this. They call me a daydreamer because of this, I'd much rather dream of being one with the mocking jays, flying freely without worrying about the Capitol's prying eyes than face the fact that that would never happen.

A trait passed down to me by my father, as I said. We hate the fact that we are treated like caged birds, though used to it, we'll never be comfortable. Unlike my mother.

Sometimes I wonder what drew them to each other.

"What do you want to do?" Katniss asked, making me perk up. "How about we fish at the lake?" I suggested. They both nodded as a grim thought settled in my head.

Kunal turned 12 this year, his name is on the ballot for today, Reaping day. Though only once, there's a slim chance that he might get chosen. He could barely stand against an angry, small mutt, running to my legs whenever he gets scared.

If he gets chosen, I wouldn't know what to do. Surely my mother would resent me even more, why was I her only child left then? No, it wouldn't get to that, surely not.

I clenched my fists as we travelled to the lake, feeling the anger bubble inside me. I remembered one of the many reasons I despised these ridiculous, power-hungry people. 

"I'll destroy them one day, don't worry, pa" I whispered, though I'm sure Gale and Katniss heard me. They just knew.

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[animeangel21]

Part 2 is ready for my sukuna fic

Here you go sluts :)

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"T-t-thank you ma-master" I stuttered with a shaky bottom lip.I would definitely have a handprint there tomorrow with the force he was putting on me.

"You need manners"

With him still buried deep in me his palm connected with my ass again and my hips pushed back forcing him deeper into me.

"You like that too huh?"

His hand continued to swat on me with no remorse but one hit in particular had lurched my body forward and I cried loudly cussing with drool falling out my mouth.

"God you're ass is raw, and this sweet little cunt is creaming all over me"

"N-no more" my voice barely above a whisper

He pushed himself back out of me and grabbed my hips and pulled me back on his cock harshly causing my ass to rub against his hips.

My moans were muffled again as his hand found my neck and pushed me further into the pillow. His dick twitched in me and I clenched as his pace somehow picked up.

I screamed a line of cuss words as his cum shot into me and he pounded me harder and I came all over him again.I tried to crawl away, get away, anything to help myself from the over whelming pleasure taking over my body. But his nails dug into my hip on my right side pulling me further back and his left hand was in my hair pulling my head back so my back met his chest.

My legs were on the verge of giving out on me and my arms wouldve struggled to hold up my own body weight if it wasn't for his hand and my hair.

"Just look how I'm bulging in your stomach. Fuckk, you wanted this and now you got it." He groaned pushing my head down and as he did so I could feel and smell the blood in my nose trickle down my face and down my neck.

"Is it that hot to you or is that your body saying you've had enough. Either way I'm not done with you. I've got 1000 years of pent up frustration and a tight needy cunt right here." He dropped my body into the pillows and there was a burning sensation on my hip causing me to try and move away but his grip tightened. " a bond you can't get rid of."

Sukuna had branded me with a RS on my hip.

In a heartbeat I was flipped and he sat on the edge of the bed with me in his lap and my neck in his hand

And his arm was securely wrapped around my waist.

My eyes were slowly shutting due to my body being exhausted. He drug his tongue from my neck to my mouth lapping up all the blood and slapped my face twice on the same cheek to wake me up immediately making my eyes wide.

"Enjoy being on top when you've got the chance because the minute you're down you need to be completely submissive"

" and if you dare to fall asleep or slow down with me I'll shove this dick in your ass raw" he whispered and licked the shell of my ear.

"Now ride" he said looking down at me licking his lips and flashing his white teeth at me. He smacked my ass hard as I sunk down and gripped the flesh hard and left bleeding scratch marks in his path as well.

—skippy—-

Once he came undone and I did as well my body physically couldn't handle it and I passed out.

  but he just let out a deep sigh and set a little mental note to punish the brat next time he would see her.

He was decent enough to snap his fingers and wipe her down with a wet rag and dress her in her oversized shirt with some shitty anime on it and some cute panties.

Hm.. maybe the brat would get some action if he liked to same shitty anime .  Sukuna thought to himself

He snapped his fingers and dressed itadori  and laid him in the bed and pulled the girl to lay next to him burying his face into her breast, and hand on her ass. He positioned her legs to wrap around his hips along with her arms before swapping out as itadori was unconscious this entire time.

Basically got the brats dick wet for him.

And with that he sat back and just replayed the nights events with a smirk on his face.

To further make things interesting he got rid of the marks that were branded into the girls neck and collarbone only leaving the branded letters and marks from the spanking on her ass.

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  Yuji was the first to wake up or so he thought. His dick was awake before he was and he wasn't exactly sure where he was but this was an every other day thing and he would handle it if there wasn't something weighing his body down.

He woke up enough to look down at the half naked girl next to him who looked a bit rough probably from yesterday's training since he couldn't even remember getting to her house yesterday. His face was no longer between her breast but his mouth was against her throat and he could feel each breath she took. With a small tired moan her legs pulled him closer and her arms tightened around his neck before loosening up and a small gasp fell from her lips.

"I-itadori I'm I- I'm really sorry" she apologize with a flustered face and the boy smiled into her neck but as she pulled away he pulled her closer causing her blush to brighten.

" no need princess I'm comfortable here if you are. I-is this okay" he said with a faint blush

"I - Uh Jeez this is embarrassing um.." she couldn't talk or think properly with the boy looking up at her like a goddess.

I didn't have the balls or energy to tell him that his hand was on my very sore ass and I wouldn't mind him massaging some ointment on it and my bruised thighs.

He adjusted our positions and finally realized where his hand had been and his little shocked face was cute. I hid my face in his chest and he looked down examining the bruises, hickeys, bites, and scratched that littered my thighs noticing it was bad it wanted to ask about something but the embarrassment on his face said it all.

"Can I help you?" He said playing with the hem of my shirt.

"Y-yeah, uh there's creams and stuff inside the bathroom." I said and removed my legs from the boys body.

He sat up showing no shame in his erection as he stretched and mumbled about how sore his lower body was along.I laid in my bed and reminisced about last night and grabbed my phone and opened the camera only to see that there were no bite marks, hickeys,scratches, or puncture wounds.

Yuji took a while in the bathroom and when he came back out I was laying on my side and furrows my eyebrows at the look on his face. Oh damn

"If you're wondering he said he fixed you up mostly last night." Itadori said with a bit of an upset face and he looked at me with shame and guilt

I  dismissed everything I was feeling and how sore my body was I shot up onto my knees on my bed and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

"You're not angry? I thought you would be pissed especially with me of all people for letting it happen."  He mumbled sadly.

"Yuji you can't control him.. of all people him. Look, he's been inside my head for..god knows how long but, I know how you feel and if I could repeat some of last nights events with itadori yuji I would" I said and kissed him passionately to which he returned immediately.

"Let me fix you up before you get hurt again."  He said pulling away.

" he could never do what I did HELLO IM A DEMON" the mouth that manifested on yujis cheek spoke and I smacked it but not hard enough to hurt yuji.

"Fuck off, it was my body." Yuji argued and leaned into my ear before whispering.

"He's had a lil spot for you, always mumbling about how he would fuck you n blah blah blah" and I laughed lying on my stomach so yuji could apply the cream for my thighs and ass.

"Um who told you to spread my business brat" his deep voice boomed.

"Fuck, did you have to go so hard on her." He said after flipping my shirt up to my hips.

"Brats need proper punishment."

"I like the idea of spanking too but there's  hand prints here, and scratch marks"  yuji said  applying the cool cream to my very much still burning skin.

" ya know I'm still here right like right under you" I said and yuji mumbled an apology.

"I'm never sorry" he mumbled

He doesn't know about our little deal, our little bond, and if he finds out I'll kill you myself princess.  Don't make me do that.

Okay, I won't you have my word.

Good girl.

I couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt knowing I'll have to lie to him about what happened yesterday night but sukuna probably told him everything he had to know and not what he shouldn't know.

The feeling of soft but large hands massaging my thighs and butt really took a toll and really turned me on.

More from my thighs as they were always a bit sensitive for me whenever someone touched them.

"Y-yuji I think I'm okay" I said softly and I heard a chuckle.

"Someone's horny" a deep voice rumbled and I flipped myself and it was yuji again.

"YOU CANT DO THAT TO HER ASSHOLE SHES GONNA WHOOP ME CAUSE OF YOU" yuji said and I placed my hand in his cheek.

"I would never I may have my issues but I won't even accidentally hurt the wrong person."

He fell onto my bed and pulled me next to him and relaxed his body and held me close.

"Was he serious?" He chuckled softly and my face started burning

"Yes.. he was but you've had a boner since you woke up but I kept my mouth shut."

"HEY this happens every morning I can't exactly control it" he said blushing as well and it was my turn to laugh.

I couldn't help but think about death and what's go come in my future, I had a while before death would

Come my way but, I was gonna live my life to the fullest. Or so I though.

———guess what, another time skip————————

Months later...

How many curses flooded this place? I don't know.

Me and another student came here on a mission to take care of a special grade while megumi was fighting some special grade.

Back up was on the way but I hadn't seen itadori in weeks because of a 'special mission' he accompanied nanami on.

Me and another grade 1 sorcerer were dealing with some curses on our own and my body was wearing down from the amount of energy I was using.

"WATCH YOUR BACK" I screamed and before my attack could do anything he was done for his blood spattered all over the old walls of the underground building/ bunker we were in.

"No more fucking around." I placed my fingers together.

"Domain expansion: grave expansion " I said and I could feel my energy flow and every single curse was ripped apart into several pieces and the only sound was their screeching.

"Ah you've perfected your domain expansion? It's about time little girl" a voice said behind me and I turned slowly and I was met with  with the piercing green eyes of Toji fushiguro.

" what the hell do you want? Cant you see I'm busy" I said and he got close.

"Hm.. a message..tell gojo I'll be back for him, you have a special grade to take care of missy" and he vanished in thin air right infront of me and I blinked several times to assure I'm not losing my marbles before running towards megumi and the special grade curse. I was weaker than I was before and I couldn't even see straight for a minute but I had to keep going if I was gonna see megumi again.

"MEGUMI WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?" I screamed praying for the best.

" you're too weak you need to get out of here" his voice rumbled from behind me blood covered his face and I rolled my eyes.

"I'll be fine, back up is on the way we can both make it out of here, I- I can stun the special grade quickly and we Can make a run for it." I said and my nose dropped blood and he looked at me questionably before nodding his head.

I looked around and spotted the special grade and I took a deep breath.

"Fun times we're gonna have." I said  and my hands radiated purple flames and  a black dragon appeared from behind me and as I moved my arms forward she targeted the special grade and I grabbed megumis hand making a run for it.

" how are you feeling" he said and I shrugged.

" I'm doing just fine let's just get out the back up should be here in less than 5 minutes" I said and as hard as I focused I couldn't help but feel weaker by the seconds passing and the minute we stepped outside I froze in my spot.

A pain in my chest caused me to fall to my knees and onto my back.

This can't happen to me now

I summoned back my black dragon and the pain subsided even though she was injured whatever he did had been bad and transferred from her to me.

"Hold tight." He said and just as he said that the ground shook and the special grade was on ground level with us and standing over us as megumi carried my body. The curse kicked megumi sending him into a near by wall.

The curse picked up my frail body and held me up and smiled at me wickedly.

He turned towards the gates with my body and there stood gojo  and an unfamiliar figure.

"Oh young mya I never told you. This is all cause of me." I heard tojis voice and gojo was already ready with his signature smirk.

"Ah we meet again, I'm gonna need my student released from this curse and we can settle this one on one" he said and Toji looked me in the eyes grabbing my face" and let your strongest walk out of here alive? HAH" and with a flick of his hand the special grades hand shifted and impaled me to a tree  straight through my stomach and into the trunk the object was thin but it still hurt like a bitch

"SON OF A FUCKING BITCH" I screamed with anger crying almost immediately and before I was impaled again by the second arm I looked up at the curse  and it's body was split into pieces and nanami was behind it and itadori was looking at me with a shocked expression and tears on his face.

"I'll Help her call for help." Nanami said and before gojo got a hit on toji he vanished once again and ran over to me.

"I'm so sorry mya" 

"Pfft don't worry about it I'll be.. I'll be fine" I said and I smiled as nanami wrapped my stomach and itadori ran up to me and held my head in his lap.

"I hate this... please.. don't leave me" he mumbled with trembling lips.

"I'll always be with you no matter what.." I said fading in and out of consciousness.

"I'm sorry, I should've been there to help you." Megumi said with his head down and I lifted my hand to grab his hair and pull him close.

"You're a lot stronger than anyone here so don't worry about me. You handled that like a badass" I said and released him but his hand held my wrist and gojo had his head down.

" you are the best teacher ever." And I looked at nanami " my favorite mentor, you're more than capable of dealing with my knucklehead" I said and blood poured out the side of my mouth.

" I'll always be here for all of y-"

I was cut off with a kiss.

"Please, don't die on me!" Yuji screamed  my tears slipped and I could feel my body giving up little by little as I took my last breath and shut my eyes.

" I love you all" I mumbled and I faded into darkness 

Sorry princess it's time.

———————-innate domain——————-

Sukuna knew exactly what would happen if the girl didn't make it and he truly didn't care. But he would manipulate her and convince her to stay if he had to the easy way or the hard way.

He knew that at any given time anyone who entered his domain was gonna see the girl and that’s what he wanted. He wanted everyone to know that he owned her everything now.

—————

I awoke almost immediately with a gasp and sukunas fingers left my forehead and he picked me up bridal style and out of my hatred for being picked up I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He sat down on the large mattress with an unreadable look on his face and looked at the ground below him.  I was seated in his lap confused and upset.

" 'M sorry, I couldn't save you. something wouldn't let me. Princess, don't think I didn't try to save you.. I did but something wasn't letting me through and it was too late.." he said with his chin on the palm of his hand. I was shocked that the great king of curses was apologetic for once and I just had a straight face.

"Great king of curses are you dying?" I said feeling his forehead causing him to glare at me.

"Cause you just apologized to me." I smiled and held his face with my hand.

" it was gonna happen.. plus I was too weak I used my domain expansion and several other techniques that I shouldn't use all at once so, I did it to myself." I said playing with my hands noticing his white kimono with black edging and the black shoes he wore.

"You're here now, and it's not too bad until I have business to handle." He grabbed my jaw and turned my face to meet his and pushed his tongue into my mouth for a heated kiss.

He pulled away and picked me up dropping me on the bed.

"You need rest" he smirked down and pulled away untying his kimono showing off his godly body and sliding in the bed as well.

"I know I know you don't sleep in pants." He rolled his eyes and with a snap Of his fingers I was in a large shirt and underwear.

He laid next to me and buried his  face in between my breast and wrapped his arms around my waist allowing one of his hands to rest on my ass and give it a rough squeeze.

No matter how many timeswe get intimate since that first day we fucked I’d forever be nervous with him. Every movement of his made me slightly nervous but I felt so little under him it was slowly become normal.

I ran my fingers through his hair and as my eyes shut my actions stopped and he let out a throaty growl which was stupidly attractive and I moved my hands again to mess with his hair.

I traced over his hairline and kissed it gently.

I hummed and let the exhaustion take over from today's events allowing my leg to rest over his waist.

Once you were asleep sukuna could hear urge change in your heartbeat.

He knew exactly what he did and the reactions he had on your body he easily could manipulate you into falling for him and he knew he had to put in little to no effort with such a Naive little girl in his bed.

[queenmagnusao3]

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Lin had been in a bad mood all week.

Kya was leaving in a few days for the South Pole and she’d be gone for a whole month. She wasn’t upset with Kya, they had discussed the expectations of their relationship at length and Lin had said she was okay with the reality that Kya was going to have to be away for various periods of time.

But it didn’t mean she had to like it.                              

She was always in a foul mood right before Kya left… and while she was gone. She tried not to bring it to work with her but it was hard not to. She’d chew out some poor, unsuspecting subordinate before holing herself up in her office. She saw the knowing looks that passed between the select few who were a part of her inner circle.

It had been Mako who had made the connection between her bad moods and Kya’s trips away from the city. He had mentioned it to Saikhan who had grown a pair and said something to Lin directly. He had left her office pretty quickly, nobody speaking of it again.

But they knew. And she was honestly glad they knew.

Any friendly chatter in the bullpen died as she walked through the desks to her office, closing the door behind her without a word. She was halfway to her desk when her phone rang and she cursed loudly, crossing to the desk and yanking the phone up to her ear.

“What?!”

“Well that’s not a very friendly greeting.”

Lin relaxed a bit at the sound of Kya’s voice.

“I’m sorry. What is it?”

“I know how upset you are that I’m leaving for so long-“

“I’m not upset. I want you to go.”

Lin winced. That didn’t come out the way she meant it.

 “Just let me finish Lin. Tenzin and Pema have some event tonight and they asked if I would keep an eye on the kids. And I was wondering if you would join me.”

“Kya, I”

 “This will be one of our last nights together for a while. I know it’s not ideal but I just really want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

Oh, she was good. Most people had the wrong idea of Kya. She had somehow managed to give herself the image of being some wise and innocent master healer. But Lin knew better. Kya was much more complicated than that. And she had a rap sheet that put Su’s to shame. It wasn’t anything serious, mostly protests or defacing of property but Lin would wager most people didn’t know that about the master waterbender.

“That’s a low blow, Master Kya.”

 “I know, but it’s true. And I know the kids would love to see you. Please, Lin.”

She didn’t know when she had gone so soft but before she could comprehend how it happened, she found herself agreeing to babysit Tenzin’s kids and was actively helping Kya put the four of them to bed.

Lin slipped out of Rohan and Meelo’s room as Kya quietly followed behind her, closing the door with a soft click.

“What-“

Kya silenced her by covering her mouth with a warm hand, bringing her index finger to her own mouth in a shushing motion. She walked past Lin towards the main living area, waving for her to follow. Once they were in the kitchen Kya spent just a moment listening.

“I think we’re safe.”

“What do you mean?”

“You always need to give it a few minutes of quiet before trusting the kids are actually asleep. If they hear anything that might indicate they’re missing out on something it’s all over and we’d have to start the nighttime routine all over again.”

Lin perched on the edge of one of the counters as Kya started clearing away dirty dishes. She watched as the waterbender made small movements with her hands, the water literally bending to her will as she made quick work of cleaning off the various bits of food stuck on them. Lin mused to herself that she wouldn’t mind cleaning so much if she could make the water do most of the work for her.

“I didn’t know you were so good with kids.”

Kya laughed and Lin felt her heartrate increase at how beautiful she looked when she smiled. She looked to Lin over a shoulder.

“Lin, I’m the oldest of three siblings. Spirits, I’m the oldest of all of you. Well, except Zumi. But she doesn’t count because she didn’t live in the city growing up. Listening to you all crying and whining all the time, being a full time, unpaid babysitter… best birth control there is. Well that and being a lesbian.”

A decent stack of clean dishes was piling up and Lin hopped down from the counter, grabbing a towel and getting to work drying them.

“You’re not so bad with kids yourself, you know.”

“Yes well, I practically raised Su when my mother wasn’t home. Which was pretty much all the time.”

Lin focused intently on the plate she was drying but she could feel Kya watching her. She was working on working through her childhood traumas but it was still a sore subject. And Lin really didn’t want to talk about it right now. She hoped Kya would pick up on that and steer the conversation away from Lin’s complicated upbringing. With a rare stroke of luck the phone rang, Kya flicking her hands quickly so the water returned to the sink before bolting for the phone.

“Hello. Yes, this is Kya. Right now? I’m kind of busy at the moment. Yes, I understand. No, it’s okay. Just give me a little time. Yes. Thank you.”

Kya hung up the receiver and turned slowly to Lin with a look Lin did not like at all.

“Kya…”

“Lin, I’m sorry but I have to go. One of my mother’s old students is very ill and asked for her personally. Obviously mom isn’t coming to the city right now so I’m the next best thing.”

“Kya, you can’t leave me alone with the kids.”

“They’re asleep. It’ll be fine.”

“And if they wake up?”

“Lin, I’m sorry but I have to go. If they wake up you’ll have to figure something out. Just think of what your mother used to do if you or Su got up after being put to bed.”

Lin snorted. Her and Su wouldn’t even make it to their bedroom door before Toph would bend a piece of earth in their path that would not so gently push them back towards the bed until they got the picture and accepted defeat. Once Lin had gotten a handle on earthbending it had become more of a game. For both her and Su. Trying to see who could get the closest to outsmarting their mother. The only time Lin had gotten the upper hand before the age of 12 was when Tenzin had helped her “float” above the floor with his airbending so Toph couldn’t sense her. It was one of the few times her mother had actually said she was proud of Lin, at least out loud.

Kya walked to Lin and took her hands, planting a gentle kissing on her cheek.

“I promise you’ll be fine.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t guarantee.”

Kya rolled her eyes, moving to the door to slip on her shoes. Lin helped her with her bag and crossed her arms as Kya opened the door to leave.

“I’ll be back before the sun rises.”

“Be careful.”

“Always am, chief.”

She gave her a lazy salute and Lin rolled her eyes, watching her descend the stairs. Once she was out of visual sight Lin stomped her foot to the ground and used her seismic sense to follow Kya until she was completely out of range.

Lin let out a long sigh making to close the door. She froze as bright light flashed across the sky followed a few seconds later by a low rumble off in the distance. Her mouth got dry as she closed the door with a quiet click. Of course there would be a thunderstorm while she was on Air Temple Island alone.

She felt her chest tighten and tried to control her breathing, willing her thoughts to stop spiraling. But she couldn’t stop the memories that hit her. A darkening sky. The sound of rain as it pinged against her scorched armor. A masked face. A cold thumb pressed against her forehead…

Another loud boom of thunder sounded, close enough to make the house shudder and Lin jumped, closing her eyes tight. She felt something then. Light, barely there, footsteps running down the hall towards her.

Lin wiped her eyes quickly, just in time to relax her face as Rohan came running into the room. His heartbeat was pounding and his eyes wide with fear. At least she wasn’t the only one who didn’t care for the storm.

She softened her face into a smile and walked to him, holding her arms out. He didn’t hesitate at all before running to her and she picked him up easily, his tiny legs wrapping around her waist.

“It’s all right. It’s just a storm. I’ve got you.”

He buried his face in her chest and Lin smiled. She didn’t know why she had been so worried. She could handle this.

“Let’s get you back into bed.”

“No!”

“I’ll sit with you until the storm is gone, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

Lin carried him quietly down the hall to the room he shared with Meelo.

“Now we have to be quiet so we don’t wake up your brother, okay?”

Rohan lifted his head from her chest and nodded quickly. She pushed open the door and moved to the small bed in the farthest corner of the room. She glanced over at Meelo who was completely covered by his blankets but thankfully still sleeping. Lin sat on the edge of Rohan’s bed and he jumped from her arms, immediately pulling his own blanket over his head. Just as she started to coax him into laying down lightning flashed again and Lin closed her eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

The storm must be right over them now because the next boom of thunder shook the house so badly that the windows rattled. Lin heard a shrill scream from one of the rooms down the hall and she watched as Meelo shot 4 feet into the air on a gust of wind, startling awake.

Perfect.

Lin carefully uncovered Rohan, the young airbender not waiting for an invitation before jumping back into Lin’s arms. They stood and turned to where Meelo now sat with his eyes wide and staring.

“Come on, Meelo. You can ride on my back.”

Lin suspected that Meelo wasn’t actually all that frightened of the storm but wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to take full advantage of Lin’s offer. He jumped on her back and she felt it in her knees. When did the kid get so heavy? He got into a more comfortable position and Lin lead them all into the and down the hall towards Ikki’s room.

“Ikki?”

A small head popped out from under her blankets. Lin walked to the edge of the bed and started to sit, Meelo jumping from her back and perching on the corner of his sister’s bed while Rohan curled up against her chest. The rain was coming down hard now and the thunder and lightning was going off at regular intervals.

Rohan was still holding tightly to Lin and as she looked at Ikki’s nervous face she knew there was only one thing to do.

“Ikki, move over so I can lay down next to you.”

The young girl’s face lit up in apparent surprise but she moved over without a word. Lin pried Rohan from her arms and laid him on the bed next to Ikki before shuffling herself into the position next to him.

“Can, can you be in the middle? Just so I know you’re really here.”

Lin refrained from letting out a sigh before she shifted Rohan to her other side, inching herself closer to Ikki. She immediately nestled into Lin’s side and she could feel her heartbeat slow. Meelo was already asleep sitting up against the wall and Lin was hopeful she would be able to sneak away before long.

Of course, the universe had other plans as the loudest crack of thunder yet rang out across the sky. Even Lin herself jumped at the sound and Ikki let out another shriek. Meelo seemed a bit more concerned now as he moved closer to Lin, taking up the spot between the wall and Ikki.

“Are you guys okay?”

Lin started as she looked up to see Jinora standing in the doorway. That girl really was twinkletoes the third, she hadn’t even heard her approach.

“Everything is fine. It appears not everyone is a fan of the storm.”

“Oh, okay. I’m glad everyone is okay.”

Lin raised an eyebrow as Jinora still lingered in the doorway.

“Maybe you can come join us and help me keep an eye on these three?”

The teenager’s face relaxed as she climbed up to join them, curling up at the foot of the bed with her head against Lin’s legs. There was another flash of lightning and Lin decided she had had enough. Before the thunder could disturb them she wriggled her right hand free from under Ikki and made a quick, violent movement with her hand. Thick slabs of earth shot up from the floor to the ceiling, soundproofing their little room against the raging storm outside. She had left a small opening by the doorway so she could make her escape once they were asleep again.

It didn’t take long for the four tiny heartbeats to slow to a resting pace but it was then that Lin realized she was in the unfortunate situation of not being able to move without risking waking everyone up again. She took in a deep breath and weighed her options. She could move in one quick motion and hope for the best. But she was already so tired and didn’t want to deal with any more bedtime routines. She supposed she could just close her eyes for a bit, at least until the storm had passed. She shifted slightly, getting as comfortable as she could with the gaggle of airbenders she was surrounded by. She’d just close her eyes for a few minutes…

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It had taken Kya longer than she expected to return to the island, the thunderstorm making it impossible for the ferry to make the trip across the bay. She hoped Lin was doing okay, last she knew Tenzin’s kids weren’t overly fond of storms.

What Kya didn’t expect was to find Lin completely passed out in a bed with her nieces and nephews draped all over her. Rohan had his head on Lin’s chest, her arm wrapped around him protectively as an impressive drool stain spread across Lin’s shirt. Ikki and Meelo were back to back on Lin’s other side, Ikki hugging Lin’s arm close to her as she rested her head on Lin’s shoulder. Jinora was curled on her side at the foot of the bed, her head resting in between Lin’s sprawled legs.

Lin’s face was more relaxed than Kya had seen it in a long while. Even in sleep, her partner was full of tension but right now she looked peaceful. Kya smiled as she backed out of the room, avoiding the large stone slabs Lin must have used to shelter the room from the loud sounds of the storm.

The house was quiet and Kya dragged herself to Tenzin and Pema’s empty bed, determined to get a little bit of sleep before the sun began to rise. She smiled again as the image of Lin and the kids snuggled together flashed in her mind. She laid her head down, sleep overtaking her as soon as her eyes had closed.

[siredsong]

Heyy!!! I'm not sure if you are still doing that little drabble game. But, if you are, could you please do 14 + jimin?? Sending lots of love!!💞

hi!! ahhh thank you for requesting this lovely!! im sorry i took so long to get it out but as i've come to realize my writing process is reeeaallly slow :/ oh also wARNING!!! this is very very rough and uh ha my first piece of writing that i've posted also i may have gone crazy and written almost 1k words haha so uhh yea I HOPE U LIKE IT!!! 

oh also this one is kinda angsty, a little ?? maybe ?? idk how to give proper warnings, i mean i don’t think this needs much warning since it’s barely anything so....aHH ok lemme shut up. 

ENJOY! 

send in a request lovelies

“Hey.” 

Silence. The only thing that you could hear through the line was his ragged breathing and a few sniffles, the tell-tale sign that he’d been crying, again. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” You ask after you realize that you aren’t getting any kind of greeting today. 

“No,” he finally sighs out after a few straggling sniffles escape. 

“I'm almost there. Be there in 5, ok?” You say, concern trickling from your voice. 

“Ok. Hurry, please,” he says in that voice that makes him sound oh so small, that makes you wish you could reach through the phone and hold him oh so tight. 

You drive just a bit faster, heart beating just a little harder, not wanting him to be by himself any longer than he needs to be. 

Keys fumbling in your hands, you rush to unlock the familiar door to the familiar apartment you can’t call your own. You always find yourself here, even though it hurts, even though everything in your body is telling you to stop this torture, you give into the pain one more time, if only to take away his.  

Expecting him to be in bed, you hastily move towards his bedroom only to stop in your tracks when you see him stooped low in his plushy armchair by the window. 

You can’t help the small smile that overcomes you when you notice his mug of tea sitting idle on the windowsill, long forgotten and cold. You had told him months ago that tea always made you fall asleep within minutes and that he should try it too. Even though he whined and complained about how it tastes like “stale hot water”, he always made a cup whenever he couldn’t sleep, even if he never drank it. 

He would leave it between his palms until all the little spirals of steam have fluttered away from the snug confines of the mug, until the heat radiating off of it no longer warmed his hands, until all he could do is stare down at the dismal eyes reflected up at him in the murky water. 

He’s staring out the window now, so lost within his thoughts that he hasn’t heard you walk in. You take this opportunity to look at him, really look at him, and god does the sight that meets your sore eyes make your heart squeeze so hard within your chest. 

Eyes that were once so bright and young, that held an entire universe of stars, have lost their luster, fading into a dull brown with no sparkle, sunken into his pretty face, adorned with cheekbones that still hold a little hope of laughter. His ever changing hair is back to black after wanting to impulsively change his appearance a couple days ago at 3 am when you had both been bored and slightly inebriated. The stark contrast between his porcelain skin and jet black hair makes his face glow even brighter in the moonlight, the only kind of light that fills him these days. 

Before your eyes can wander any longer and crack your heart even more, you call out to him, in that quiet, soothing voice of yours that always seems to calm him down. 

“Jimin,” you hum out into the stillness of his apartment.

He pulls his eyes away from the window, meeting yours and that’s when the final piece of your heart that had been holding on by a thread loses its grip, catching sight of how truly exhausted and defeated his eyes are behind his broken exterior. 

He tries to pull his mouth into a small smile but all that results from the effort is a grimace at best. 

“You’re here,” he whispers, voice hoarse from not using it for so long. “Mhm,” you hum, slowly striding over to him, sitting softly on the windowsill next to him. 

“No, no,” he mumbles, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the armchair with him, situating you snug against his chest. 

Your tense body slowly relaxes as you rest your body against his, thankful that he can’t see the way you squeeze your eyes shut, willing your tears to go away. 

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, not as a question but more as a quiet plea. “Always, Jimin. I’ll always be here with you,” you choke out right away, not even letting a breath of silence come in between you and him, only wanting him to know that you wouldn’t leave. Not you. Never you. 

With that, you let the hum of his heartbeat, along with the booming of yours, lull Jimin to sleep, while your eyes don’t get a wink of rest. 

Two hearts so close in proximity, but worlds apart, his still beating for another who stomped all over him and left him to bleed out, and the other, willfully letting themselves get bashed and pummeled, pining over someone who’s too broken to understand, too cracked to let them fix him.

When will you walk away from this agonizing fate, of seeing him, being with him, holding him, but never truly having him as you so desperately desire? You don’t think you ever will, for as long as you’re able to hold him like this, your heart may be broken and bruised, but you still have him, just not in the way you crave. 

But, through the bruises and scars, your heart still has that minuscule thread of hope winding it together, that one day he’ll realize, one day he’ll open his eyes, one day he’ll finally see you right there in front of him, one day, maybe, he’ll realize that he loves you too. 

One day.