#as well as the crashes.. that's also another thing bc i couldn't tell bc of the sfx and audio balancing - it could be better..

[deviousdiesel]

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[ferrstappen]

max, don't panic l Max Verstappen blurb

a/n: he'd absolutely stop his car bc 1) what's a couple of points for this man? he's going to gain them back while sleeping; 2) this man PROTECTS you cannot tell me otherwise.

also, pls if anyone knows how to turn this blog (sideblog) into the main? my main is full of Shawn Mendes fics and on a permanent hiatus so I'll take any advice pls. anyway... I tried my best bc for some reason driver!reader is not my fav trope? but anyway, hope you enjoy <3

genre: kinda dramatic? angst? idk. request is here.

warnings: car crash.

pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader.

max, don´t panic – max verstappen blurb

The private but not secret applied to you and your boyfriend perfectly. Even if you didn't walk around hand I hand in the paddock, you always arrived together, bright smiles, sometimes riding the same car or blinded SUV, even arriving on the same planes.

This wouldn't be exactly controversial, but giving the fact you both were Formula 1 drivers, Max for Red Bull and you for Ferrari, yeah, it was a big thing. Especially since you and another driver in Williams were the only girls, people's eyes were always on you, obviously laced with criticism, sexism and misogyny, and of course everyone was waiting and constantly asking about which driver was the most handsome, if something had happened between you or any of the male drivers.

It wasn't pretty.

So Charles Leclerc had to miss a triple header due to an injury which costed him a surgery, you were briefly promoted to the Scuderia from Haas. The only thing you or anyone in the garage heard during the last few days was why you, why not Ferrari's own reserve driver? why not a driver with more experience? of course the lacing question was, why not a male driver?

You didn't need the press and public to keep speculating as your last Sunday driving for Ferrari arrived, even if sports sites stated the only reason you were chosen was because of your "especial friendship" with Max Verstappen, because it didn't make any sense otherwise. Of course Max rolled his eyes every time he heard something about it, forcing to bit his tongue to tell someone to fuck off, the fact you had been dating for now nine months had absolutely nothing of your job and performance.

It wouldn't help your case very much, having to calm him down on your shared hotel room. Well, it wasn't exactly shared, you just left you room vacant and made it to Max's to spend the night, sleeping in his warm embrace and messy kisses, trying to not exhaust your bodies in order to not be overly tired during race day.

Now, Sunday. Oh boy.

Before pulling your helmet, you found Max's eyes across the garage, doing a small sign with your fingers which Max matched, a secret language reserved for the both of you, expressing your love and preoccupation in front of everyone who was oblivious to the love language displayed in plain sight.

Then the race started and it was ordinary; good weather, good pace. But during lap twenty something happened.

You didn't really register when an Aston Martin car made contact with your rear wing, making you lose control and also getting hit by a Mercedes on the left side, which sent you flying through the gravel.

Fuck.

Your eyes closed as you felt the car spinning, waiting to make contact with the wall, trying to relax your body and mind, knowing injuries would be even more serious after the impact if her body was limp enough. Then it happened, you stopped rolling, the sound of gravel and tires stopped; radio wasn't working, though it wouldn't really work since you couldn't find your voice.

Max was on other sector, Gianpiero telling him to expect a red flag. At the same time, his eyes fixed on the screen and noticed the unmistakable red car flying and crashing.

Max was a man prepared for anything on the race track. Seriously, you could throw anything at him and Max would remain calm and collected, his body and mind not having to even think before making a move.

But this... this he wasn't prepared for.

"Which Ferrari was that?" Max asked through the radio, voice masking a slight panic.

"I don't have that information, yet. I'll let you know, now focus on slowing down, please, red flag red flag,"

"Is the driver okay?" Max completely ignored the other instructions given to him.

"No word, Max. Please," GP was cut off.

"Please tell me who's Ferrari is it!"

"Sainz was on the pit, it's (Y/N)'s Ferrari. Max, you can't speed up,"

Max ignored him. Of course, he knew better than to get in the way of the safety car and medical cars rushing, also noticing a green figure trying to get closer to the car, also noting a Mercedes and Aston with damages.

"Max, come to the pit, please," GP had many many experiences dealing with Max, but this was new. "Max, you are not going to help, you will only obstruct and put the car and yourself in danger,"

Max was covered in chills, watching the wrecked Ferrari, trapped against the wall, no movement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is completely unheard of. This is by far the worst accident during this season, but Red bull's Max Verstappen drove his car towards the crash, ignoring the red flag and his engineer. We don't now what's going on, how is the driver, as you can see it's a mess," That's what the audience was hearing and watching.

Ignoring everything, Max prompted himself up, leaving the car and reaching the medical car, trying to get someone to connect him to the Ferrari radio, knowing her radio was probably dead.

Time stopped, and then he saw you being carried, barely conscious but giving a thumbs up, and he felt like he could collapse and cry and laugh, all at the same time.

"I'm riding with her," Max stepped inside the ambulance, knowing pictures were being captured and broadcasted of him kissing your temple and holding your hand.

[miffysrambles]

haiii!! Thisbis my first time doing a request and im actually embarassed and prob u gonna decline it and find me weird and and- jdkgjwlej (overthinking rn)

Let me breathe before saying the embarassing request-

Could i request an Moon Goddess Reader x Wukong? (The design for reader inspired on Moonlight cookie :33 I'M A FAN FOR HER AND SEA FAIRY-) like some sun and moon stuff? It can be romantic and how they met for first time! It can be headcanons or anything you want

Again- sorry for the request im just so nervous and embarassed.

-Ander :3

[HELLO FELLOW COOKIE RUN FAN !!! it's not embarrassing at all, it's a very cute prompt !!]

[NOT PROOFREAD BC I AM TIRED]

Wukong with a Moon Goddess S/O

Wukong had first met you when you landed on one of the beaches on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Your impact caused quite a crash, being able to be heard from his hut with all the monkeys nearby freaking out from the loud noise. 

Wukong immediately went to check it out, holding an arm out in defense of the small simians behind him when he saw your form slowly sit up on the sand below you. 

When he saw it was a deity, he kept his guard up of course but something about you was just so… alluring?

He couldn't keep his eyes off your features as he slowly walked towards you, bending down to gently help you up. 

“Hey, you ok there?” His voice spoke lowly to you as you turned around, and it was like love at first sight if you could believe it!

He felt a boom in his chest as his eyes met yours, he swore he could see beyond the cosmos in your (eye-colored) pools.

Once you explained you were a moon goddess and you accidentally landed here from your magic, he decided he was gonna help ya!

Over the next few months, you stayed with Wukong on FFM (despite you could easily get back home, you two were just too curious about one another) and you two hit it off quite well. Whether it was telling each other stories or just sitting next to each other and enjoying the other's company. 

He also found your powers and magic kinda funny, it was like the complete opposite of his, just like you.

He was the light and you were the night after all. 

Despite being so different, you balanced each other quite well, you were softspoken and calm while he was just the complete opposite of that.

He loves to take you on his cloud, you both would fly through the sky and land at a random spot to star gaze.

He loved it when you talked about the cosmos, you were so passionate about them and he could listen to you talking about them for hours.

Stargazing on a random cliffside was actually the place he decided to confess, despite being the self proclaimed great sage he was BEYOND nervous.

Although it had only been about a year since you landed on FFM, he knew this was genuine love especially since he had been alive for so long.

He decided just to go for it.

Hey if you reject him, he’ll just go into hiding on Flower Fruit Mountain somewhere for the rest of eternity, easy peasy!

Wukong took a breath as he gently grabbed your face, taking your attention away from the night sky to him.

A warm smile spread across his face as he took ahold of your hands in his. 

“Hey starshine, I’m not really experienced with this sort of thing. But, I think we should take this to the next level if ya know what I mean… Because I LIKE like ya. So, what do ya say?”

Of course, you liked him as well giving him a kiss in response.

"Sorry I should have asked... Is that ok?"

A big goofy smile spread across Wukong's face as he scooped you up in his arms, nuzzling his nose against yours under the cool glow of the moon.

"Of course, that's ok moonlight, it's always ok for you to do that. In fact, you should do it again."

[pickingupmymercedes]

not lewis related but just my opinion. the 2019 rookies (george, lando, alex) were one of the weakest line up ever imo. all three are prone to silly errors and mistakes even after years of racing. one cant be under pressure and is horrible in tyre management, one is fighting for the wdc in the fastest car yet makes stupid errors, and one is only seem to be a good driver when compared to his old teammate, until the new rookie comes in and smoke him. theres lot more to mention but i'll keep it.

i'm gonna break my answer into two points (btw i talked to my dad about this exact thing a while back and i think he had some good insights, hence the two parts)

1- Lewis and Seb got us spoiled with expecting talented rookies performingly suberbly well in their first season (even getting a win in their first season). But with that being said, having them do soo well as rookies have also created a "not every rookie" kind of mindset, if you know what i mean?

The best way I can explain this is by bringing back famously talented rookies that weren't stellars first season, so like Schumacher that took him a few years to get his footing into f1 but in those years you could see he had sooo much pontential and it was the "he just needs the car". Same for Alonso, same for Senna, same for Verstappen. Up until now, I'd even say same for the Piastri.

You could always tell they had it in them what it took for a championship, even if they were in their weird first two years (Piastri remains to be confirmed).

Now, as for the 19' rookies, they have been in the sport for 6 years already and I, personally, don't see any of them as 'they only need the car'. They all still have things to learn and to work on if they want to be battling drivers like Lewis or Verstappen.

That's not to say one of them couldn't become a champion someday, we have had some odd champions here and there, but they're not the drivers we're betting our money on.

which then leads us to my second point.

2 - Those three were sold to us as 'the future of the sport' when Lewis is still there, Verstappen is clearly not past his prime, some other good and experienced drivers are around (Alonso is still there too), and now another whole different batch of rookies are coming up.

Honestly, to me, selling them the way they were, is a bigger show of 'british bias' than what most people point at. Because, let's be honest here, in the exact same time frame we had Charles coming up, we had Mick (which fair, he was very crash prone in Haas but he had as much achievements in the jrs formulas as those three), we know have Piastri (with only 2 years of f1 driving at a level that took some of them 3x that)

And maybe to some extent, those three were victims of that same hype they were sold on, because clearly, all three have problems under pressure. And I know some will say 'they're only now getting the experience to fight at the front' but like, up until what point we're buying into that as an excuse? Because at his 6th year in f1, Verstappen was fighting with Lewis for 21' (and very much able to hold his own - season results and erratic moves aside)

(then again, I'm one of the spoiled ones that expects Lewis rookie levels bc - again - motorsports media and some internal personnel like to compare any and every rookie to Lewis - aka Toto with Kimi recently just to name one)

[da3dm]

In the deep blue sea, there isn't a place for me

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Yeah I got that title from the same thing sloth sent brick...but I changed it a bit! Here's the result of that mystery poll from before—Sloth kinda half helped with editing this...this is a oneshot with two parts to it bc it'll be super long otherwise and then brick would never read it

It feels rushed to me but maybe not to you guys! Also my askbox is always open

Taglist: @brick-a-doodle-do , @i-am-beckyu , @justarandomsloth , @awkwardgtace , @rosewriting-ao3 (and look rose, gentle giant!!)

If you want tagged you gotta tell me or I can't

TW: Unintentional fearplay, character believing they'll die, begging to die (won't die), blood, mild cursing there's like one curse word bc Irza is Irza, character thinking they might be eaten, mention of suicide. (If there's more please tell me)

Word Count: 4.3k

Part 1/2

Well, this was by far not how he expected his day to go, but...he never did like boring things. But maybe even this was a little too far a stretch to be seen as boredom relief. His time would've been better spent not getting in this situation. Honestly, the last thing he remembered was the pod of mer he lived with outcasting him by using a prank. He was brought out to the middle of nowhere and ditched. With that sort of result he didn't even bother trying to return…he'd had enough and been planning to leave soon anyway. Seeing as he didn't have any possessions, he simply swam away.

Then everything had started to darken. It hadn't been too concerning because looking around…there really wasn't anything there. No predators. So he continued on his way to the shore, hoping to travel through the shallows to find a new home rather than the open ocean. Only a pod could somewhat safely be in the open like this, not a lone mer. It hadn't been too long after until he discovered the water was shoving him around strangely. Lightly, at first. Then it quickly started to increase and his panic rose rapidly. If only he'd noticed that the oncoming darkness was the omen of a storm.

It swept him away helplessly, flailing through the water like a loose piece of kelp. He could faintly recall that it pushed him roughly in the direction of shore, yet another thing only making the water's abuse even worse. It was fully expected that the water's torrent would smash his rather frail body into the rocks lining the edges. Leave him stranded in a tidepool where he'd be picked at by predators. Maybe bury him in the sand where he'd have no hope of escape. It was at that point he'd crashed into something big and smooth, with a lot of clattering sounds all around him. Then it had gone black, the impact too much to withstand.

And that brings him to now. The sun was hot on his exposed skin, the water level steadily getting lower, and hotter. It felt like he was being boiled alive. He was trapped inside something. Something clear, that shifted and crinkled when he moved, and was rather uncomfortable. Sure, it had probably saved him from outright dying, but now he was too far from the water to even attempt tipping the thing over to escape. This was a rather precarious situation to find himself in. After waking up in here it had looked to be sunrise and the container was half full…but now the sun was directly above him, beating down on his vulnerable form while the water was so low he couldn't even fully submerge.

While half his body was in the water, he shifted around to try and rearrange a few more times and only got the same results each time. It was hopeless, so he worked on keeping his tail in the water as much as possible, refusing to believe he'd simply die here. There had to be a way out, even if that meant waiting for night to fall, when the tide would be higher. He might be out of water by then, but…it was likely his only chance of survival. Being out on the sand in the hot sun would both cook him and let his predators see he was there. That would be his end right then and there with how far he was. He may want out, but he wasn't suicidal.

Trying to think of what to do, more time was passing and the water was getting lower. It was maybe an hour or two later of him attempting to figure out freedom when there was a change. He was noticing that it was a little cooler, sparing him of losing all of the water, but that wasn't all. There was a new tremor motion the water reacted to. He blinked at the tiny, extra ripples his body wasn't causing. The ripples stayed that way but soon he realized they were getting bigger. Not long after, it came to his attention that he could feel a vibration traveling from the ground through the rest of his body. A rising dread filled him and he scrambled to try and see, holding himself up.

He couldn't see anything. Well…to be fair it looked like he was in a ditch, it'd be hard to see anywhere from this angle. The vibration stopped and he held his breath. Nothing. Was it gone? In his distraction however, he failed to notice that all his movement had drawn something after him. All of a sudden something crashed into his prison and he barely avoided calling out, biting his tongue and flailing for balance. He looked up in a hurry to face his attacker and froze. A bird. What even was this thing?? It was white but he didn't recognize it from the usual pelicans he'd seen where he used to live. Still, it was eyeing him like a new meal.

Stopping to wonder what it was might not have been his brightest idea as it was now sticking its beak inside the small opening, wings flapping wildly. The webbed feet pushed at the clear walls as he hurriedly pushed himself down, away from the threatening beak. He bared his teeth uselessly, but it made him feel a lot better. Truthfully all the motion was sickening and too chaotic to make right from left. It even made a loud, overbearing sound that made his head ring painfully. The noise echoed in this small space way too much and he slapped his hands over his ears reflexively. This was too much for him. He hadn't even started to escape yet…and he was being attacked.

Then the vibration from earlier came to his attention, much heavier than before. It made him bounce in place and even the bird reacted, looking at the cause and calling out again. Before much else happened, a new sound came to him, sounding like words, but way too loud to be words. It made the space around him shudder and the bird had left. He had to breathe for a moment before he even dared look up, bracing himself against the slick walls and gazing up just as a new shadow fell right before his clear cage. In some ways he'd wished he'd never looked up.

The owner of the massive shadow was just as huge, towering over him in a way he'd never seen before. His mind immediately supplied the word human. He'd been told about them, seen them from a distance…he knew they were bigger, but not like this. Why would he get stuck on the beach and run into one of them?! Did the world really hate him that much?! Unfair! Not to mention, humans were supposed to stay away from the area he'd been heading for. Had he really been swept so far off his intended path?? Anything was possible at his size in a storm that nasty, but going from stormy waters, to a bird, to a human, wasn't even bad luck. That's like an outright curse.

His thoughts were cut short when the giant being took a step closer to him, shaking the entire space and making him scramble to prevent faceplanting. It was coming closer. His dread didn't have time to build up before a hand came rushing towards his trap, one way too big for what seemed natural. Though he clawed at the smooth surface surrounding him, it was hopeless, the hand closing around it. He shuddered at the realization the hand went all the way around the bottle…he could see the fingers nearly connect. That was to say…he forgot what would happen when it's being grabbed.

Not even a second later, he was hoisted off the ground, making his stomach do a wild flip while he forced himself to stay calm. What if it wanted him to be scared? But when the space was tilted and the water began to flow away from him, he gave an involuntary yelp of surprise and looked around frantically. The tilt suddenly stopped and it went back to how it had been before, the water returning. This time when looking at the human, he found bright green, huge eyes that were both locked right on him. He fought back a shiver, meeting that, admittedly, intimidating gaze. The eyes widened and he froze up.

Way too dizzying fast, he was racing skyward, stopping only once level with the way too big face. Out of pure instinct he bared his teeth with a growl, pushing himself back against the opposite side. He pointedly ignored that the hand was on that side of it and that he could feel the warmth it gave off from inside. Except when he growled, he noticed a responding movement from above and his eyes snapped to it, only to go stiff and regret showing aggression. Those weren't the right ears. They were like triangles and kept swiveling around. Listening, he thought. He suppressed another shudder, instead choosing to glare at this giant and those horribly observant eyes.

He knew he was being stared at, his every move kept track of, but he was trying to wrack his brain for why those ears and unnerving eyes were familiar to him. There wasn't much time to think as that loud sound came at him again—the voice. Definitely a voice. He ignored the words. They were too distorted and loud to understand while stuck inside this thing anyway. Besides, he didn't want to hear the taunts or what it might be planning to do to him. He'd rather seem boring and be tossed back to the ground and ignored.

Except those eyes changed and almost looked…worried? He scowled at it, but the voice returned and everything was turning sideways at an agonizingly slow pace. His slow slide felt like torture, especially with how fast the water was already pouring past him, tugging him along faster than it was tipping. At this point all he could do was weakly scratch at it, feeling like he was being played with on his way towards the only opening. The last thing he tried was spreading his arms too wide to fit while trying to turn to keep his tail inside. If it fell out, the weight would just drag him down.

When he hit the opening he stuck, just as intended. A grim, victory smile plastered on his face as he fought to keep himself in this same position while looking to the side at the human. What he found was a look of surprise, but nothing happened. It was held in the same position, not moving even slightly. He thought he'd be shaken or something, but it never came. Instead, the voice came again, still not understandable from his position. It got quiet and motionless, as if the human was just waiting for him to change his mind or something. Not happening! That was when he noticed he was slipping. The giant jerk was waiting him out.

He growled in real anger at being treated this way, noticing those creepy ears moving as he made the sound. All he could see in those big eyes, was patience. A steady, calm, patience. Like this human already knew they'd win this. And they would, which only upset him even more. The problem was that he was still slipping, and steadily feeling like he needed to catch himself. Was he just going to fall to his death or what? Was the human dumping him out of the way? It was hard to say, but he was about to find out for himself. There wasn't even a shred of hope in his mind of holding on for longer than the human could wait…the surface and angle were simply too much and only half his body could be used to prevent it.

With one last squirm in an attempt to stay inside, he finally couldn't stay splayed anymore and fell headfirst out of the thing. His eyes screwed shut, certain he would plummet to his death…only for the result to be much less dramatic. The impact was muted, interrupted maybe only a second later by something soft that smelled heavily of herbs. For a moment all he could do was breathe, his heart racing painfully as his chest heaved from the scare. He didn't waste much time and after only a few breaths, he moved to figure out what exactly happened. Seeing it made him freeze up, his eyes landing on the tan colored, patterned floor beneath him. Skin.

Looking up while already know what would be there, his almost weary gaze trailed up the length of an arm all the way to the human's face. He was in the damn thing's hand. He inwardly groaned and pushed himself up while taking a deep breath, glancing at the fingers towering over him. A threat. It was mostly behind him and he let his head hang so he could simply see past his arms without it knowing where he was looking. It was hard to know what would happen if he was caught staring, and honestly? He'd rather be ended because he fought back, not for looking at something. That would be even worse than having been abandoned by his own pod using a prank. So he held his breath and looked up at that face again.

Then he immediately bit the hand beneath him. Hard. His aim was to draw blood at the very least, and he needed to do it before the human could stop him. The only response he seemed to get was a quiet whine of pain and a harsh flinch that nearly sent him off the hand. What stopped such a fate were the fingers, curling up over him. Without delay, since the other bite was already bleeding, he whipped around and sunk his teeth into one of those massive digits instead, his arms wrapping around it so his claws could dig in as well. He was fully aware that he couldn't win this, but that didn't stop him from trying.

What did make him pause was that finger separating itself from the rest slowly, followed by that much too loud voice ringing out above him. "Uhm…will you please let go…? That…it kinda hurts?" The voice was still too loud for him, but he could for the first time understand the words being spoken, even even what sounded like hesitation in the tone. Of course, his response to this comment was to bite even harder and snarl while he did, moving his head a little to trying twisting and make it worse. The human winced in pain, those ears drawing back as it instead muttered, "Yeah, okay, that's fair." He wanted the human to feel pain, why was it saying this was fair?!

His anger was boiling over and he grabbed onto it, using it to bury all the fear as he snapped his head to the side with an angry hiss, clawing at the finger he'd been biting before it bending forced him to let go. He fell back onto the palm, not really able to support himself with his tail. Wait. The human had a tail too. He narrowed his eyes while keeping his teeth bared as a few things clicked into place. He remembered an animal that had those ears, eyes, and tail. It was also very sharp in his mind that he'd seen it swiping fish out if the water and chasing any mer that got close. He didn't know the name, but this human looked like they were part animal. That animal. That eats fish. And probably mer too.

A very brief look of terror flashed through his eyes and he dug his claws into the palm a whole lot more to hurriedly turn it into anger. He looked this giant in the eye with as much Hate and rage as he could muster, his mind simmering as he ignored how the sun was slowly making his skin itch as it dried him out. With one deep breath, he practically screamed out, "THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO?! STOP STARING AND JUST DO SOMETHING DAMNIT! YOU'RE TOO LOUD AND TOYING WITH ME! IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING TO ME, JUST DO IT!" His sudden volume was plenty loud enough to make those freaky animal ears go down and it felt like his own personal victory.

Until the hand finally moved. He was going up, being brought right to that face. It was impossible to fully get rid of a shudder as his eyes widened. Was he going to die now? His mouth did usually get everyone mad at him. He'd actually asked for this one though, but…he looked at the closed mouth of the face he was rapidly approaching. Was the giant going to eat him like that animal did that fish? He turned his head away to hide his face while not wanting to see what would happen to him. It was over. He'd purposely yelled at the human and said to get it over with. It was only a moment later that he felt the huge digits behind him start to close in on him. He didn't even flinch.

He was expecting to die somehow, but the human decided to speak again. "What?? You…do you think I want to hurt you? I'm sorry I was too loud…did I really scare you that badly? I wasn't trying really hard not to—" Why was this stupid giant prolonging his death? But they just continued their ramble. "—but I…I messed up? What did I do? How do I fix it? Is there something you want?" The voice was growing increasingly higher pitched and they were talking way too fast. He growled inwardly, despising that he had to listen to such idiotic lies after begging to die. Did it really thing he was that stupid? That he wasn't just some fun creature to toy with and leave to die? Lies.

He raised his head back up to stare his likely killer in the eyes, only to find out they were right in front of him. He had soared past the mouth and even the nose, being held so perfectly level with the eyes that he couldn't avoid noticing their emotions. With a shiver he didn't even try to contain, he scrambled backwards only to realize those fingers were holding him in place. His eyes were rounded at this revelation, merely glad to see his tail was at least still against the palm and not just hanging. If relieved was the right thing to feel, rather, when he was terrified. What else could he feel when staring into eyes each bigger than his head. Happiness??

Finally though, the hand moving snapped him out of it right as the human softly asked, "Hey, are you okay? Can't you speak?" Alright, so now he was going to be seen as some stupid animal that didn't even have intelligence? Like he'd allow that.

With yet another ferocious snarl, he growled, "Get the fuck away from me." His voice felt despairingly weak and he swallowed hard. Having to meet these eyes like this was…so uncomfortable. It frayed his nerves and played with his mind. The eyes looked too guilty. He leaned away. "Just…just leave me alone or kill me already. I don't want to play these games anymore." He was scared, but his tone still came out full of rage.

The huge eyes only got bigger as they widened, full of what looked to borderline horror. "Kill you?! I'm not going to kill you!" The human shouldn't be sounding so scared of his words. They should be getting mad, yelling at him, hurting him. But nothing was happening. Instead, he rapidly found himself tumbling back down into the hand, which now became two, simply cupped together. It wasn't right to be held like he was breakable. He glared at the human. They just wouldn't stop trying to mess with him.

Without thinking it through, he snapped, "Why not?! You're bigger than me, you're a predator, I shouldn't even still be alive except to be a handy little plaything for your own entertainment!" Nothing was said in response, everything going quiet. The human was…silenced? By his worthless and weak voice? This game was getting absurd and the look of pity he was receiving only served to make him retaliate with anger. He bit the hand again, trying as hard as he possibly could to be dropped or finally killed or something.

A wince of pain, but then nothing. He growled and twisted his head, eliciting a gasp and a following whine from right beside him. "Please don't do that…" Not long after, the other hand stopped being a floor for him and tilted up to cover him from above. He stopped and bit a different spot, feeling his eyes burn from tears he refused to allow free. This was it. The human was finally going to end it, by…crushing him. He finally got what he wanted…why did it make him want to escape from it? To never have asked for this? But no pain came. It was darkened, but stopped there, the other hand harmlessly held over him, making it almost reminiscent of a cave…if the walls were made of tanned flesh that kept moving around him. A muffled voice came to him next with, "I'll just put you back in the ocean…"

A spike of fear at the thought of returning, and yet he could already feel the human moving, making him roll slightly while struggling to stay in place. He stopped biting, now more intent on keeping himself still and not being given back to the ocean. Sure he'd been planning to escape there, but if he was for some reason getting free transport he wanted something else. A river or stream, something to make his boring life have some sort of meaning to it. This felt more like he'd be discarded this way than freed into it. He wasn't going to say or do anything, but his racing heart won. "WAIT WAIT WAIT!"

Everything immediately stilled and he had to cling to the skin under him to not go rolling away. He wanted to relax and maybe try to figure out why he'd said to wait, but the human of course had to butt in on it. "Don't you live there? I'll put you back, are you sure?" He inhaled sharply, thinking about being in the exposed shallows with the sheer number of those strange birds from earlier hanging around. He'd seen how many there were already. If he was put back in, not only would he be back in the place he'd grown to hate, he'd become food. Dying by the hand of a giant sounded much better than temporary, fake freedom, followed by being eaten.

He moved a bit, wincing silently at how dry his tail was feeling. "...I don't want to be in the ocean. Do whatever you want with me, just get rid of me already, but not the ocean…" He should've been asking for the ocean, not to stay away from it. This was stupid. Why would the human even listen? All he did was give it a new way to hurt—

"Okay, I won't." He stiffened greatly. Won't what? The voice sounded almost resigned with those words, making his already raised guard bristle with discomfort. Before he could demand an answer though, they spoke again, "I'll just…take you home. You're probably needing some water about now and my skin can't be helping that, not to mention it's really hot out today, huh? And it's not like there's any other water sources around…I don't even know what else you want if you don't want the ocean. Maybe you'll tell me once you're not so dried up?" He blinked at the half darkness as he listened to the disembodied voice from beyond the walls of hand.

The human was…just going to keep him? Probably to be able to toy with him better. Tools and other gadgets at their home to make his fate even worse. With an air of defeat over knowing he couldn't possibly claw his way out of the prison of hands, he hung his head. "...fine." His voice was quiet but with those ears? No doubt the human heard him. Fine. He'd accept this fate, but he'd go down fighting. He could already feel this giant moving again. For now however, he let his eyes drift shut, exhausted from his struggle and not sure if he'd even wake up later. Not without digging his claws in for good measure, smiling in grim satisfaction at the pained response he got.

Words rang out above him, "Alright, then let's go! I'll take and get a good look at you to make sure you're not injured and try to find a good place for you to stay!" That cheery voice was going to be the death of him, in more ways than one. Yet, that was the last thing he heard before his mind shut itself off. Oh well. Time to leave his fate to the mercy of this strange, giant being…even if it meant he'd die.

Maybe he wouldn't.

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Part 2

[ghoulangerlee]

rain and aether thing somewhat takes place after the other one I posted. this one is just biting? a lot of biting and hints that rain ghoul is making his rounds among the others and partaking in freaky sex as well

i will eventually get to writing the actual sex between these two and not just rain being a smug asshole and flashing his bitey teeth at aether

im not too happy with it and it was going to be something totally different but it grew into aether thirsting after rain's freaky teeth

minor cw for the end where it's alluded to that rain's drinking blood

its not been read over im yeeting this to to public bc if i have it in my drafts any longer im gonna be even more discouraged

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Rain's teeth are, arguably the most terrifying part of him—next to his eyes and the strange mimic voice he projects into Aether's mind when he wants to be heard.

Two rows of sharp, serrated teeth, the inner row situated just behind the first—even more terrifying when Rain chooses not to glamour (which is all the time usually, unless he's out with the band, and then he uses the barest minimum of glamour—his claws, skin color, his strange inhuman eyes, all hidden; he doesn't dull his senses, he doesn't hide his aura, just physical changes to fit in), he hasn't properly bedded Rain just yet, but he does wonder about the teeth, if Rain's careful with them.

He's of course seen the mouth shaped marks on the others, half formed teeth marks across Dew's throat, or the neat double row on Mountain's inner thigh, bruised and scabbed over—even Copia carried a mark, one that Aether had accidentally seen on his side while he'd been changing.

Each one, similar in a way but also different—two rows of teeth, four neat lines of marks showing that something, or someone had been there.

(Aether tries not to think too hard about teeth catching on too sensitive skin, painful and not at all arousing.)

Not that bedding Rain was the only thing on his mind of course, helping the water ghoul acclimate to life on the surface, giving him a crash course in human ways so Copia didn't inexplicably insult Rain without knowing—etiquette and language (though Rain didn't vocalize), teaching him how to build and hold a proper glamour that couldn't be seen through by just anyone, even pop culture and human food, those were the things that Aether had mostly been concerned about.

The tour was coming up fast and Copia would be summoning another ghoul sooner than later—the faster he had Rain acclimated meant that when the new ghoul was on the surface, Aether wouldn't be in charge of two otherworldly beings.

Rain, by himself, was a handful.

He was absolutely perfect during band practice, sticking by Dew's side and learning the cues from both Copia and Mountain, studious and eager to play. He used his voice more during these moments, his mimicry of a vocalization projected into all of their minds at once so they could all discuss as one.

It was when it was just the two of them that things were...different.

He was intense, always watching Aether with his dark eyes, so dark that he couldn't tell where the pupil ended and the iris began—the dark maybe blue almost black blending into one color.

Of course, Aether knew that from the set of his eyes, the sharpness of his teeth and claws, Rain was a predator, through and through. It wasn't that difficult to figure out, how he'd track movement and his affinity to blood—the one time Copia had accidentally cut himself on the edge of a small stack of paperwork, Aether had seen the way Rain's nostrils flared, his gaze snapping from the book he'd been reading to Copia across the room, muttering to himself as he shoved his sluggishly bleeding finger into his mouth.

The control he held, the way he'd kept his eyes on Copia the whole time until the man had left the room, carrying the stack of papers now safely on a clipboard.

When Aether finally managed to catch Rain's gaze, he had noticed the glazed look in his eyes, the impatience radiating off of him as the book in his lap had been forgotten.

If he had to place a name to the expression on Rain's face, it'd probably be something like ravenous, hungry, a caged animal waiting to pounce.

And when Rain had stood up, closing his book with a firmness, he'd briefly caught Aether's eyes again, a sharp grin on his lips before he'd left the room as well.

While alone, he pondered what it'd be like to be on the receiving end of Rain's gaze—to be the one who caused that reaction in him, to be the one who'd be at Rain's mercy...

He quickly banished the thought and quietly thanked every prince of hell that today had been the one day he'd decided to go without genitalia—the only clue to his tumultuous thoughts being a quick spike in his scent and an uptick in his pulse that he could easily explain away.

And then one day, one day, Rain had cornered him, they weren't much different in height, with Aether being slightly taller than the water ghoul, but something about the squareness of his shoulders, the way he carried himself, the confidence in which he'd rested his hands on Aether's hips, guiding him back against the wall had Aether feeling small.

He shivered, heat immediately pooling between his legs as Rain pressed against him, his body warm and firm as he hooks his fingers into the hem of Rain's shirt, keeping him close.

Aether.

The vocalization is warm and amused, and when Aether glances down at Rain, he's smiling, somewhat fond.

You're the only one who hasn't come to bed with me.

Aether snorts softly, feeling the tension bleed out of him at Rain's words—the phrase so reminiscent of something that Copia would say, "I didn't know you were trying to collect us," he says, feeling Rain shake against him with laughter as the water ghoul noses along his jaw.

I like a full set

Aether feels teeth graze lightly against his skin, the sharp points drawing a full body shudder from him as he grips Rain's shirt tighter.

You think so loudly about me, Rain's voice cuts through his frenzied thoughts, When you look at me, you look like you're contemplating jumping me.

A flush spreads across Aether's cheeks, the pink of it so obvious on his pale, human skin and he's glad that Rain's more occupied with mouthing at his jaw and throat, not focused on his face.

"S'why you have me here now, right?" he asks, tipping his head back against the wall as Rain's mouth continues its way across his throat, "Because I keep lookin' at you."

Rain laughs again and it's very odd, to not hear the laughter, to only feel it where Rain's shaking against him, usually, there's a projection even if the laughter sometimes doesn't come out right.

You're always looking at my mouth, figured it was time I finally took a bite and let you see what all of this is about.

As the words echo in Aether's mind, Rain's teeth bite down, not hard enough to maim but definitely hard enough that Aether feels them sink into his skin, sharp and painful in a way that has Aether pushing up onto his toes as if he's trying to get away from Rain.

He vocalizes something, the pain shooting through his body as hot as molten lava—a hand, Rain's hand, pets against his side, now under his shirt and warm against his skin, petting claw tipped fingers gently over him.

Too much?

Aether goes to respond, to tell him yes, let me go and no please don't stop but before he can, the words die in his throat as Rain pulls his mouth away, soothing his tongue over the bite marks.

Now you match with your pretty fire ghoul

Aether shivers, remembering the teeth marks across Dew's throat, the dopey look on his face whenever he'd leave Rain's room and he feels Rain smile against his skin as if he also knows what Aether's thinking about.

Prey are usually scared of the teeth, not aroused by them.

There's an amused tone to Rain's words and the barest hint of sharp teeth against Aether's earlobe, making the quintessence ghoul shiver again, pulling at Rain's shirt, his hands fisted tightly in the material.

Too much?

It's an out, an offer to step back and regroup, try something else, try again at a later time and if Aether were smart, he'd do that, he'd let them regroup, talk about it with Rain first to make sure no boundaries were being crossed—but Hell below, Aether is tired of thinking things through rationally, of talking things out before diving head first into something.

The others have had a chance with Rain, have tumbled into bed with him multiple times, have the marks to show for it and Aether's just feeling a bit like he can be selfish this once.

"No," he says, untangling his fingers from Rain's shirt, feeling the water ghoul perk up a bit at his words, "Not enough," he offers, sliding his fingers into Rain's hair, guiding him easily to the other side of his neck, "I heal pretty fast," he says, "Within a few hours the mark'll be gone if you're not fastidious enough about it," he tilts his head back against the wall, guiding Rain up into the perfect spot; the stretch of skin just below his ear, something that'll be hard to cover up when he's not wearing his full uniform.

He feels Rain's fingers flex slightly, his nails catching against his skin briefly before he seems to settle down.

There's a pause, a moment where Aether worries he's read the whole situation wrong, but then there's a piercing pain that melts into something that sends molten heat to his core, warming him up from the inside out as his fingers hold a bit too tight in Rain's hair, keeping him exactly where he needs him.

He feels Rain's jaw work against his skin, the loud exhale of air from his nose as he presses Aether harder against the wall, shoving his leg between Aether's, hot and hard and perfect.

[ineffablenlghtingales]

Okay, so 2x05 starts with Shax (ridiculous in that suit of armor...lol I don't really like her) leads a pitiful number of demons to assault the bookshop. Meanwhile, Azi is busy organizing the Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association Month Meeting with Crowley's help. Shax sets off gathering her "army of demons" and only gets a hold of 70, but tries to rouse them to action. Ends up discorporating Eric several times because of all the questions he asks.

Then we see the little moments of Aziraphale convincing other street traders to attend the meeting (read: the ball). They're not exactly chomping at the ebit, but Azi eventually obtains their agreement. I loved that bit when Crowley's like "You're really going to do this? Can I watch?!" Then the demon's just there off on the side, watching Azi through all of this. Also, if I remember correctly (been a few days since I saw the episode), I think there's a bit where Crowley dons a fez and proceeds to play with a crystal ball he finds in the magic shop.

Nina at first doesn't want to come, but afterward she agrees.

Then that fantastic bit! "Smited? Smote?" "Smitten." "You're being silly." I LOVED that.

Also, let's not forget the part where Crowley confronts Gabriel. Haha that bit about pulling his memories from a matchbox and how unimpressed our demon was. Crowley's like ???

Aziraphale ends up throwing a ball instead of the official meeting, and Crowley, determined to make Nina go inside (bc he senses that something's up) whether she likes it or not, growls at her because he's just so Done™ and the startled woman scurries inside. Another example of the demon not being the 'epitome of evil' he's supposed to be. Aaaand another moment where Crowley calls Aziraphale his friend.

The ineffable husbands dance, well Azi pulls a reluctant Crowley out to dance, and Crowley tries to tell him that there's dangerous things afoot. (Also I'd like to question the pronunciation of charade. Is it "sha-raid" or "sha-rahd"? I've always used the first one, but he uses the second one. Idk)

Shax crashes (well, from the outside) the party and the sign the demons throw in literally demands they send out "the angle". Nice spelling job, infernal beings. Turns out that because of the miracle Crowley and Aziraphale did, Shax doesn't recognize Gabriel when he steps out. (Why on earth he has that ridiculous down comforter turned coat on, I have no idea). Then Crowley's a wonderful impromptu genius when he challenges whether they have proper clearance to even stage the attack. He makes up these stipulations that leave all the other demons questioning the legality of the attack and whether or not they'll get in trouble. Satisfied with that, Crowley tells Azi he'll be back (that wonderful moment I spoke of before, after making the connection with Neil's sonnet...I will forever hold that moment to carry that meaning...)

Crowley gets everyone out and does a thing to make sure they don't remember this. Then he spots Muriel observing the whole scene and comes up with a plan. I also loved this bit! (very much paraphrased bec nope, couldn't find the clip of it)

Crowley: You're an officer of the law, aren't you? Muriel: ... Um it's a little hard to explain, well, yes, I am. Crowley: So you can arrest someone if a crime's been committed? Muriel: Er, well, I'm not actually a-- Crowley *holding his hands out*: Go on, officer, arrest me. I'll...come quietly. Muriel: ???? Crowley: 😤 Muriel: *confused noises also how to explain I'm not really a constable inspector* Crowley: Listen, I know. You're an angel, I'm a demon. I need you to "arrest" me because there's a crime against Heaven.

[arvensimp]

Could i request a part 2 to Green Eyed Tera?? It was so well written omg i also love the concept of N going to diff regions to see pkmns relationships:)) (bonus points if you make it a kinda love triangle thing with N Reader and Arven bcs as much as i love arven I’ve loved N since i was little🧎🏽🧎🏽)

Hi!!! So this absolutely isn't the end to this fic. It's just getting a little long and I wanted to get something out for it. I hope this is okay?

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Green Eyed Tera-Type Pt. 2

Jealous!Arven x Reader, ft. N, CW for some violence/gore. Nothing terribly graphic just be aware that reader does get injured.

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So Arven isn't thoroughly pleased with you. He doesn't really say it, but you can tell. He's grumpier, y'know? More curt. Sure, he's still making you delicious food and looking out for your well-being, but you think you pissed him off in a major way by inviting N out to lunch with the two of you.

He won't talk about it, of course. He says he just gets a bad vibe from the guy and leaves it at that, says he doesn't wanna talk anymore about it, so you don't.

The two of you keep traveling together, so he can't be that mad, right? You're surely not a lost cause in his eyes or heart.

Arven dutifully waits for you outside every crystal cave you enter. He sees you off with a pat on the shoulder and a "Be safe in there!" Then he plays the waiting game for the next hour or so while you quell whatever monster is inside.

Most times you're back way sooner than any of that, a cheeky grin on your face, spouting "It was easy! The thing was just like a little baby!"

Sometimes, more rarely, you look more tired, or your chest is heaving a bit. "The fucker was strong." There's a bit of a feral, frustrated look in your eye.

Those are the times Arven worries about. That's why he sticks around. You might need someone to patch you up if you get hurt, y'know? He tells you as such.

This particular day, you're heading into one of the black crystals crackling with red electricity. It makes your hair stand on edge, and you feel Arven bristle next to you.

"Y'sure you wa--"

"I'm going in there." You tell him. "Whatever's inside probably isn't happy."

Arven sighs and drops his bag to the ground. "Well alright." He claps your shoulder. "Be safe. I'll be waiting here for you. I'll get some food ready, too."

You smile and nod at him. "Be back soon."

And then you're gone.

On your way to the heart of the cave, winding and twisting through the different corridors, you run into N again. He lights up at the sight of you.

"Hello!"

"Hey," You greet him warmly in return. "Ready for another battle?"

He nods.

As it turns out, the two of you will be going toe to toe with some kind of weird fighting type rabbit pokemon from Galar. As you wait for more team members to arrive, you quietly strategize. N decides to bring in a slowbro, while you'll rely on your espathra. Eventually you have a team assembled and a plan in place, so the eight of you head into the fray.

The Cinderace, as you learn it's called, is no joke. It buffs its attack and defense immediately then starts throwing attack after relentless attack to the point that your poor pokemon barely has the chance to debuff it, much less throw in a lumina crash of her own.

No one on the team can make even a dent on it before each of your pokemon has been sent to the ground. As you heal up, you can tell the Cinderace is getting ready to blast you all out of the cave. You yell to everybody to brace themselves. Your pokemon are all sent back out to defend you for this last onslaught, but one of your teammates, some rookie, accidentally commands their confused pokemon to attack Espathra instead of the Cinderace. It's not the kid's fault. Or the Pokemon's, really. It was confused, and the kid couldn't help where the move was hurled, but it hits your girl hard. That on top of a fast pyro ball from Cinderace has her crumpled in a heap before she'd even been able to throw out a defensive reflect.

She returns to her ball, and you take a moment to rifle through your bag to grab a revive, but that's when you hear the piercing screech from the rabbit. The earth beneath your feet rumbles as the pokemon releases a massive blast of energy, energy which was meant to have been directed toward your pokemon and is now instead hurtling toward you faster and wider and taller than you could hope to dodge.

All you see is white.

All you hear is the pokemon's deafening cry, rattling your ear drums.

All you feel is searing pain as debris slashes across your face. A particularly large stone slices through your jersey, tearing open your torso.

From there, nothing.

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N watches in absolute horror as the energy the Cinderace releases lifts you up and crashes you back down to the floor of the cave in a heap.

The other trainers fled already; they missed it, but N couldn't look away. He couldn't do anything to stop it...but he couldn't look away.

As soon as the Cinderace seems to have fled the vicinity, N picks himself up and tears over to you, nearly tripping over ragged earth and crystal along the way.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no...

All that blood is definitely very not good.

He leans in...you're still breathing. That's something, but he needs to stop the bleeding fast. He rips off his white overshirt and grabs a potion from his bag. If he can wipe some of the blood off, then maybe disinfect the wound with the potion? Just for now. Then he can get you somewhere safer and get you looked at.

He wraps his shirt tightly around your wound and tries to ignore how quickly it stains red... This has to be better than nothing.

N hauls you up and releases Zekrom from its ball.

"Please get us out of here." He softly says to the dragon as he climbs up onto its neck, trying to keep you in his grasp the whole time.

You murmur and grumble painfully as you're jostled. "Bag..."

N nearly hits himself. "Zekrom. Grab the backpack, please."

As Zekrom zips out of the cave as quickly as it can, it snatches your bag up in one of its claws, ensuring the safety of your pokemon and things.

N holds tight to both you and the dragon as you make your way back to the outside. Unfortunately for both of you, the outside just happened to be in an isolated area near the top of Mount Glaseado where a snowstorm is currently raging.

Zekrom really does not care for the ice and is getting buffeted every which way. Neither it nor N can see anything in any direction, no buildings, no pokestops, no signs of life beyond an avalugg or a cubchoo here and there.

N swears softly under his breath.

"Can you find a cave or something, my friend?" He asks the dragon, pulling you tighter to him. You hiss in pain. N looks down to you and speaks in broken Paldean. "I'm sorry. I'm to helping... Calm."

You groan but otherwise don't respond.

Eventually, Zekrom is able to find a small cave that gets you all out of the worst of the storm. It's small and still bitterly cold, but at the very least it's dry, and the ground underneath is dirt rather than ice.

N sets you down against the cave wall as gently as he can

"You're safe." He tells you, brushing back some of your disheveled hair. You stir lightly. He motions to his shirt then to the one wrapped around your torso. "Clean...um..ouch?"

At this point he can tell you're still swimming in and out of consciousness, which really isn't great, but he'll have to make do as best as he can. He'll get your wound cleaned up, rewrapped, then go from there. ...Maybe there's a Chansey nearby? A Chansey should be able to help, right?

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Arven's sitting at the picnic table not far from the crystal cave, looking back over to it every few minutes.

Sometimes he really hates the part of you that's so self sacrificing and willing to jump into danger to go up against rampaging pokemon like that.

Well...except for the fact that that part of you is what helped him save Mabosstiff so long ago, but still!

He knows you'll be fine. You're basically the strongest trainer in the region. His job is more or less to keep you fed and make sure you're cared for when you're trying to care for the region.

And he kinda loves that job for himself.

He just wishes...

He wishes...

Ugh! He doesn't know. He was stronger? He could protect you? You don't need protecting. You need sleep and food and reassurance that you do enough for the world around you.

You might also need forehead kisses and to have your hand held, but Arven isn't quite ready to ask you about that...

So he does what he does best.

He makes you food.

The picnic is all prepared for when you inevitably return, victorious or otherwise. He's got some delicious sandwiches and even some tasty sides and drinks ready.

He looks back to the crystal... It's definitely been a minute. Well. Over an hour. The red and black ones like that are dangerous, he knows, so that's to be expected, but still, it makes his stomach roll uneasily. Any other time he'd probably be picking at the food. For now though he can't really bring himself to eat.

He twiddles his thumbs, checks his phone, and pets Mabosstiff for a bit, trying to distract himself, but his eyes keep getting drawn back to the cave.

His mind wills your form to exit from it. He imagines you emerging in every kind of emotion he can think of...victorious, dejected, cheerful, surprised, angry. He pictures it, tries to conjure it up, manifest it.

Then the cave is gone in a puff of glittering silt that drifts away in the wind.

Arven's heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, and he feels himself go cold.

You're nowhere to be seen.

He jumps to his feet, hands smacking flat against the table and calls your name out in the open air.

Nothing.

He tries again.

Silence.

He grows frantic, calling again, louder still.

Not even a pokemon responds to his cry.

He can feel pressure building behind his eyes, and his vision is starting to go pinpoint-y. Not dark. But like...everything is somehow further away.

He wills himself to take a few deep breaths. Panicking will not help. First thing's first, he grabs his phone and tries to call you.

It rings...again, again, again...

"Hey!"

"Oh my God--"

"--Sorry I missed you! Leave a message after Skeledirge's cry-- WAAAAAAGH"

Arven falls to his knees.

"Uh. H-hey. You didn't...come out of the crystal... Where are you?"

He hangs up.

What the fuck is he going to do?

-

In the past however-long, N has managed to get quite a bit done.

1. Escape out of the crystal cave with you safely.

2. Find shelter.

3. Redress your wound (poorly. He needs bandages).

4. Start a campfire.

5. Eat a bit of food (berries count as food).

6. Find a Chansey to help look after you.

That last one took a bit of convincing, but he made it work. Currently the Chansey is using heal pulse, he thinks. She stands over you, mumbling softly to herself as she places dainty hands (paws?) on you and pokes and prods as gently as she can.

N chews his thumbnail to a stub watching the whole thing. You're certainly groaning less...and he thinks you're still breathing. Chanseys are good caretakers! ...So this should be a good idea, right? A pokemon can care for a human in distress. That can't be that unusual.

...or maybe it is? He certainly wouldn't be the best human to reliably know.

He doesn't want to hover, but he does want to hover. But the last time he started hovering, the Chansey shooed him away.

You need bandages.

Bzz bzz, bzz bzz, bzz bzz, bzz bzz

N gets distracted from his nagging anxious thoughts by a vibration coming from your bag.

It would probably be rude to dig through it, but...this really doesn't seem like the time to hold decorum to its usual standards. Right?

Or maybe Paldeans are different from Unovans?

N really needs to spend more time around humans rather than pokemon.

He decides to find your phone. Better to let someone know where you are. Right?

Before he answers, he sees the contact picture. It's you and that guy he met when you took him to lunch way back when.

It looks like you're eating sandwiches together and making exaggerated faces about how spicy the food is?

N answers the call.

"Arven?"

He hears Arven, very confusedly, call your name on the other end. He can probably tell that N's voice is very much not yours.

"Uh... N-No. My name is N." He winces at his stupid accent. He also knows that he wants to say 'no, it's N. I'm lost in the mountains with our friend who needs help badly.'

Instead what comes out is. "We're, uh... Ouch. Bad ouch. To need to help. Cold? Rain and snow."

Arven on the other end is quiet for a moment. "What?" He then immediately fires off speaking in rapidfire Paldean that N absolutely has no hope of understanding.

"Slow, please?" He asks, desperate, when Arven pauses for a breath.

"....Where. Are. You." Arven's tinny voice sounds like he's speaking through his teeth.

"Uh..." N closes his eyes, wracking his brain for the translation he needs.

At that moment, Chansey seems to have struck some kind of nerve with you because you jolt upright with a loud cry of pain as you double over, reopening the wound in your torso.

"Was that--" Arven is interrupted by the sound of your scream.

N drops the phone as he rushes to your side, and it clatters to the floor, shattering the screen on the hard, half frozen ground.

He gets there just in time to watch in disgust as you vomit off to the side then slump over, passed out and bleeding again.

Chansey huffs and uses heal pulse on you again.

-

Arven doesn't know where to begin. You're lost and hurt somewhere with N. He said something about it being cold, and then the line went dead.

What the fuck was he going to do?

His hands are shaking, so he stuffs them in his pockets to try and still them.

You're alive. You're out of the cave. Probably? You're alive. You're hurt. But you're alive. He can work with that.

N said something about it being cold...and snowing rain. Did he mean a snow storm? That seems like the most likely thing, right?

If that's the case then the two of you are probably stuck on Glaseado Mountain.

Arven eyes it in the distance. There's definitely some kind of storm going on up there.

Fuck... He has to find you.

[teatin]

hiii! hope you're well.

this might be random but i just wanted to ask if you've played re4 remake yet? and if you have i would love to hear your thoughts on it? (i guess more specifically about aeon bc i am a Big Simp for them LOL but ofc i would love to hear any and all thoughts you have)

also i absolutely love your fanfics on ao3, you're so talented and your writing is so good aaaaaaa i've been rereading them over and over lmaoooo

anywayyyy thank u for ur time and i hope you have a lovely day ❤️

Hi there! So sorry I let this sit in my inbox for so long 😭

First of all: Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm so glad that you enjoyed my Aeon fics on AO3 and I hope I can continue to contribute even more fics to the fandom.

Now to the important stuff: Honestly? I really like what they did with Aeon in RE4R. My main criticism of their relationship in the OG game is that the devs didn't seem to know how to write a conversation between them that would last longer than 5 seconds, so all of their interactions in OG RE4 essentially boiled down to Ada smoke bombing Leon the moment the conversation started to get even slightly confrontational.

That's one thing I hoped they would improve on in the Remake and they did.

The original boat scene had no dialogue, but Remake's boat scene contained what is probably the closest thing we've had to a heart-to-heart between them. In the original, Ada swerved and crashed the boat against the rocks the moment she sensed Leon might have something to say, but here, she actively gives him an opening to speak his mind, and they actually get a chance to talk things out a little, even if the moment didn't last nearly as long as it should. I can appreciate that.

I also like the way they changed their final confrontation over the Plagas sample in a way that fits better with the narrative established in RE2R. In the original, Ada holds Leon at gun point, forcing him to hand over the sample, and even though we knew she would never hurt him, in the Remake timeline that scene wouldn't work as well considering 1) Leon had already challenged her to shoot him and she couldn't, another standoff like that wouldn't make any sense from a thematic or character standpoint, and 2) Remake Leon is clearly shown to be extremely vocal about his disillusionment and distrust of Ada, having her pull a gun on him after all that would've essentially undone any development they might've had throughout the game.

But it's not just Ada who changed. Leon pretty much let her have the sample without even bothering to put up a fight, and this is done without having a gun pointed at his head. This is also a continuation of the narrative established in RE2R: He probably remembers the last time he tried to fight her over a virus sample and how it led to catastrophic consequences. It also shows (in a very subtle way) that despite everything he said, he trusts Ada to not let the sample fall into the wrong hands. You can't tell me that if he had even a sliver of doubt, he wouldn't have at least tried to reason with her to get it back, instead he just kinda lets her have it.

I do think they could've done more with their relationship (I understand why Leon choking Ada while under the influence of the Plagas was removed, but I will forever be bitter about them axing a significant scene that involved Ada and giving it to LUIS of all people), but unlike a lot of people, I never went into the game expecting things to be sunshine and rainbows between them so the angsty direction of their relationship did not surprise me at all. If anything I could see shades of their Damnation era relationship in RE4R so I'm actually pretty pleased all things considered.

Also, them casually Facetiming each other this time around is just so funny to me somehow. It added a bit of lightheartedness in an otherwise quite heavy game (Aeon-wise).

RE4 era has always been a rough patch for Aeon. That has never changed. They bonded in such a short time in Raccoon City and that budding connection was immediately crushed by Ada's deception, and then she "died" before Leon could even process any of it (and he continued to not process any of it in the 6 years that followed, if the opening cinematic is anything to go by). That's a LOT of unresolved trauma and conflicted emotions. But they do care deeply, underneath it all, and we know that they will eventually get to a place where they can be comfortable with each other as they are. They haven't gotten there yet, but they will. And that's okay.

[convexicalcrow]

Have some backstory for my hermitcitizen/hermitsona and how they became a witch, and a vex, and ended up on Hermitcraft. Also this is Very Long bc my brain is just Like That so. >_> I will stick this up on ao3 at some point too bc I want to collect all my lore together, and this will intersect with my Vex lore, as well as involve Scar, Pearl, and Cub (and maybe Tango) in various places once I get this going.

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I lived in a snowy village on the side of a mountain, the kind of village where it snows too much and the ground is hard and cold. There were four seasons in our village: the snow, the melt, the growing season, and the harvest. The harvest was always the most fraught. Without enough food, we would not survive the snow. Our village was large enough that we had many snow seasons where we lost someone to the cold, or to starvation. The last snow season I was there was rough too. Our last pig died, and two children did not make it to the melt.

I was a farmer, as were my parents. We grew wheat in small fields, taking over the few patches of fertile ground that we could find. I had a field under a rocky outcrop, hoping the shelter would be enough to foster higher yields, but it didn't help much. The stony ground needed more effort to cultivate, and the cold seeped in through the stones. I barely got enough seeds back to replant it.

When the melt came, something... strange appeared through the trees. A portal of some kind. One I'd heard tales of, that led to a place so hot your skin would burn up. The black obsidian blocks shone in the weak sunlight, and the purple light of the portal made all kinds of strange noises. The cleric told us to stay away. Warned of awful, unimaginable horror if we went through there. The zombified walking pigs that came through scared us, even though they made no attempt to attack us as they wandered aimlessly around the portal, their gold swords held high, ready to attack.

No one knew why it was there. Everyone had their theories, of course. Who knew if any were correct? All I knew was that it gave off weird energy, and that I couldn't stop thinking about it. It had to be there for some reason, right? Portals don't just turn up without reason. Clearly something was on the other side of that portal. Whether it was hell or something else, we didn't know. Nor did anyone want to find out.

As the melt subsided, and the water began to loosen the ground for ploughing, I started dreaming about it. I saw strange lands on the other side of it, lands with all kinds of buildings that I'd never seen other villagers build. Things so high I could not see the top of them. Strange faces, too, ones that did not look like villager faces. Strangers. And strange things.

When I had no farm work to do, I would spend my time staring at the portal, mesmerised by the purple swirls of light. There was another world through there. Maybe not hell. But somewhere else. I could smell salty air, and hear waves crashing on the shore. I could hear phantoms shrieking, and a hot wind drifting out to greet me. Maybe it was hell. Yeah. Maybe it was hell.

It didn't stop me going through though, one night, when curiosity got the better of me. I just had a feeling that portal wasn't going to be there forever, and if I didn't go now, I'd miss my chance.

It's not that village life was boring to me. I loved it there. I adored the little rituals we had around the harvest, and how we all knew each other like family. The way we would all move into the biggest hall during the snow, where we could share blankets, and food, and keep the fire going at night.

Ferre, the blacksmith, would tell stories over the fire at night, along with Dana the shepherd. Ghost stories, and mythic stories, and stories we all would add a line to. All to pass the time as the night closed in and the snow fell hard.

I think that's what awakened my sense of adventure. When your whole world is a village on a mountainside, and you hear stories of oceans and plains and forests and mansions and mineshafts buried deep underground, I wanted to see them all. I wanted to know what a mineshaft looked like. I wanted to know how big the mansion would be. How big was the ocean really? Dana would say it would go on as far as you could see, as if the whole world was made of water, and it would go so deep you would drown without any water-breathing potions. So deep, and so dark, things could hide there under the water, waiting for you to come into just the wrong place.

It scared me, a little, but how would I know these were real until I went to find them for myself? To stand on the shore, with wet sand between my toes, and see the vast ocean for myself.

That's why I went through. Left a note for everyone, with all my farming journals for someone else to pick up, so they could continue having good harvests, and went into the portal.

Perhaps a more experienced adventurer would have taken things. But I'd never left the village, and all I took was some torches, what food I thought I could spare, and some water.

I expected to see hell. I expected to see deep red caverns, and waterfalls of lava, and beastly creatures who would come after me and kill me for trespassing into their realm. I expected to die in the deep, intense heat I was just not bullt for, having lived all my life in the snow. Instead I found... well. Another land. Another village.

A taiga village, as it happened, though not a snowy one. The air felt warm, warmer than I was used to, and the air was a little salty with the scent of pine trees. And as I looked around, I saw something blue and I stood on the edge of a hill staring out at a land covered with water. That must be... ocean, right?

It stretched out to the horizon, just like Dana said it would. There was land around me, stretching past me, as if we were on the edge of the world, and all that lay before us was water. All the stories I'd heard about monsters and shipwrecks and the deep, dark dangers of the water filled my mind, and I just stared at it, unsure what to do now.

The next few days are a bit of a blur, to be honest. The other villagers viewed me with suspicion, so I scavenged some food and made a camp nearby after stealing a bed, burying myself into the ground to protect me from monsters. And that was fine. I passed the time by setting up a small wheat farm, and being so utterly amazed at how big the yields were now that I wasn't trying to grow wheat in the cold, hard ground. I had so much food! I took some to the village as I had more than I needed for myself, and this did seem to cool relations between us.

Perhaps it would have stayed that way if things had been different. But I came to bring bread one day and found the village half-destroyed. Buildings with holes in them, the villagers either locked into their houses or otherwise gone. Big holes in the ground. Trees felled. Land cleared. And then I saw them. Those strange faces I'd dreamed about. Faces that didn't look like villagers.

I didn't stay to be caught, and retreated into my little home. I had a feeling I knew who they were now. We talked about them as gods, as death meant nothing to them. They had powers to change and shape the land that we could only ever dream of. They wore strange clothes, and armour, and talked in strange languages. And if the gods desired your service, then you would give it, because if you died, you didn't come back.

Our village was so safe in the mountains. Gods were distant threats. Threats we weren't even sure still existed. We talked of them as old beings, ones who maybe created the mineshafts and the mansions and the pyramid temples. That had to be them, right? Villagers couldn't do that. And now I was here, summoned to a world with the gods. This was their world, and I was just a villager hiding in a cave.

One face I saw was seared into my brain. They had scars all over their face, and the smile a wolf wears before it kills sheep. They felt... hungry. I don't even know why I thought that, but that's what I thought. They were a hungry god. I did not want to be the food of a hungry god.

It wasn't the gods that got me in the end, though. It was lightning, as I was running back to my cave after hunting some more sheep for wool to make into clothes and bedding. And that's when everything changed. That's when I became a witch.

[madelineserenity]

Reaper Nurse Christmas Prompt Countdown | Day 3: Fruitcake

(This one is with a reader in a polygamous relationship with the nurses. As Christmas is a time for family, I'll be writing some with a child, girlfriend/wife/fiancée, etc. reader. Sorry this was late, basically can't have any of our meds in the house, because let's just say someone in the house has **really** bad depression. We can't get it ourselves, if we could, they could too, so someone else needs to bring it to us. By the time they got here yesterday, if I took them I wouldn't sleep at all so I didn't. Because Vyvanse is some ridiculously strong shit I had a really bad crash, and obviously had the exhaustion I have without it. I couldn't write whatsoever, but I have it now so we're all good. SORRY FOR THE LONG EXCUSES BACK TO THE COUNTDOWN- also fruitcake sucks, fuck you if you like that shit) (oh fuck more words? get back to the writing. this is the fruitcake recipe, get into this series it's good unlike the fruitcake, also you might see a familiar name that I split in half and gave to two of my OC nurses) ;)

(had to put this here to seperate my rambles and my other rambles. this fic may have been used as an excuse to relentlessly insult fruitcake and may contain traces of salt, and i had to make the introduction bit small bc it was way too big and it was distracting from the actual writing)

The entire hospital smelled like gingerbread, spices and sugar. It was a tradition in the hospital, this time of year, to make traditional Christmas sweets to serve along with tea for the guests, the patients who were actually patients and not men, and of course, the nurses, the Matron, and you. Yesterday, you and Julie had made ginger beer, the bottles of which were now sitting in the pantry to ferment.

You were now kneading the gingerbread dough, it was cool from being left in the fridge overnight, well, most of the night. It wasn't your fault that it smelled so good, you just couldn't resist coming down to pick at it every now and then. Well, that was until Mary was waiting there to catch the dough thief. She actually grabbed you rather hard by the wrist and started to tell you off, because you'd make you upset if there wasn't enough left in the morning to make a gingerbread house, until she realised that you... well, you were you. The hospital had obviously been dark, so that you and the patients could rest, the nurses didn't need much, none of the monsters did, unless they were sick or injured. Still, even though she had the excuse that she "couldn't see you too well in the darkness", she still had to use that excuse, with the Matron.

You were chucking to yourself about the whole thing, but you also felt a little bad for her. Just a little, though, because the gingerbread still tasted better than leaving it alone and sparing her the scolding. You then realised you were still pulling little bits of dough out of the lump and eating them, but the chunk in your mouth was... already in your mouth, so you were definitely allowed to keep this one, right? Nobody wanted your saliva in the gingerbread. Nobody wanted the chunk.

Well, that was true until Mary pulled you into a kiss, tasted it on you, and chided you for still eating it. She pulled herself a nibble - hypocrite! - before standing back and calling for the other (fairly jealous of the kiss) nurses in the kitchen to gather round.

"I got off scot-free, well, for the most part. The only condition was that Matron's really itchin' for some fruitcake on Christmas Day and considering her (ahem) size, we're gonna need some help.."

It was decided that you'd be making about 3 large fruitcakes stacked on top of each other, ("If she thinks it's too much we can say we made a lot so she could have more tomorrow, like having, like, a slice and having another slice the next day until it's finished, we just don't want it being too small that she feels disappointed in the amount")

So, off to the mall it was, after putting the gingerbread back in the fridge. You were dolled up in a black dress with a white lace collar and cuffs, brown ruffle socks, little black Mary Janes and a fuzzy winter coat. Anne drove to the Therapy Centre first, so you could wave good-bye to the Matron. Of course, you weren't allowed further than the balcony, like usual. She called you adorable and ordered the nurses to make sure you were warm in the snowy weather. So, after additionally having your head stuffed into a white beanie with a pom pom, and having your neck wrapped in a sheer grey scarf, you all gathered back into the ambulances - you were with Anne and Julie.

You all ran around like headless chickens looking for ingredients, rather annoying the mannequins, but they didn't say anything about it, - mostly because they couldn't, they would alternatively stomp and generally look angry until you all calmed down, but also, - because they obviously wanted the sales.

You actually had half a mind to dry the cherries yourself at the hospital, in the oven, with the idea of them being fresher in the cakes, but when you brought this up to Julie, she looked at you like you were insane.

"You'd have to do multiple batches, with all the cherries in the recipe I borrowed from Mama Bear, to make this much cake. Do you have any idea how long you'd need just one batch to be in the oven to dehydrate?? We'll be ready to mix the batter together and throw the cakes in the oven by next Christmas!"

She had a point, so you just raided the mall for every bag of dried cherries you could find, while other nurses ran to Julie to read the list for the next ingredient they needed.

Eventually you were all done, every ingredient was crossed off the list. By this point you were sleepy, so Anne scooped you up bridal-style to go back home. That was when she had a brilliant (and adorable) idea. Needless to say, all of the nurses were cooing at you wrapped up in a wool blanket, strapped onto the gurney in the ambulance, fast asleep. This way, you wouldn't be uncomfortable sitting up in your seat while half asleep. A chuckling Julie shooed everyone else away while she secured the bed in place inside the ambulance before hopping inside to drive while Anne took a picture to show Matron, and then started petting your hair.

You were a little disappointed, after waking up in your own bed that evening, to find the cakes had already been in the oven for 6 hours, having missed the baking while you slept the day away. But, after dinner, a chicken stir-fry with noodles and vegetables, after playing a heated, argument-filled game of Monopoly, (which you did NOT win. The winner was always Anne, she always bought the most hotels and never went to jail), you did get to pull the cakes out and leave them to cool, and you also got to poke holes in them and pour brandy into the holes. (You'd be doing that every day until Christmas, when the cakes would be served, to keep it moist.)

You were drinking hot chocolate in the reception hall when everyone heard Mary yell.

A moment later, she burst into the hall, the doors banging into the walls and leaving cracks in the paint. She stuck her head out into the room (the only part of her that was visible, the rest of her was still in the halls) before looking straight into your soul.

"How much of that gingerbread did you eat!?" she looked absolutely astounded.

Sure enough, there was not enough to make a gingerbread house, and you spent the rest of the evening moping and sulking, feeling sorry for yourself, as you heard Mary whisper "I told her so" into Anne's ear as Anne chuckled and shook her head, facepalming at you.

[purecantarella]

The Promise

i've had this in my head for so long, but i never got around to writing it but i actually thought this would be really good. but there were timing issues bc there were situations like this irl and i didn't want to be insensitive. but i hope you all enjoy!! also i wrote this from a different pov, i thought it would be more effective in terms of story telling to write it from a certain perspective jennie x soldier!reader disclaimer/s : big angst, mentions of character death, and all-together some really heavy stuff, please read with a level head. and of course, cursing.

I would never forget the silence that rang in the recording studio that fateful day. I was standing in the recording booth, from the corner of my eye Lisa and Rosé were subtly flirting while Jisoo filmed them with a proud grin on her lips.

In all regards, it was a regular day for the girls.

Teddy gives me instructions on how he wants me to sound, I do as he says. My eyes glued to the sheet music and lyrics in front of me. I took my eyes off them for what could have only been three minutes or so but when I look back up, I see Teddy's face darken.

A manager whispers something to Jisoo, and the grin on her face slowly melted away, she drops her phone in shock. I saw the anguish on her face as her gaze jolts over to me but her hand is on her mouth before I can ask anything.

"Is everything alright out there...?" I ask, a nervous laugh following in a hopeless attempt to lighten the mood. I pull the headphones off my head, the song's backing track being the only thing I could hear. I stammer out awkwardly, "D-Did I sound that bad?"

For a moment no one dared to look me in the eye. Fear, anxiety, and frustration built in my chest before I could no longer stand the tension hanging in the air. Jisoo and Rosé both sobbed into their hands, Lisa stared at the ground not bothering to comfort her girlfriend beside her. "What's wrong?" I ask, ripping the headphones off my neck and stormed into the main room.

With no response, I roll my eyes and stomp towards the exit only to be stopped by our manager. I shoot a glare his way, I was not in the mood for these games. "I...Jennie. I don't know how to say this. I really, really don't—"

On edge, I finally cry out, "For Christ's sake just tell me!"

Another silence fell but before I could snap again, "Major Y/F/N's unit flight was taken down by an unnamed and unidentified object." He rushed out before ducking his head.

I stare at him time freezing and speeding up at the same time as he adds, "Due to it being a potential act of..." He gulps and trails off before he shakes his head, "Assistance operatives can't send for aid."

My blood ran cold.

It was a lie. A sick joke.

You weren't...you couldn't.

My mind raced, heart pounding. I began laughing, looking around for the one face who couldn't hide the practical joke. No one looked me way, they couldn't.

Slowly, the soft laughter morphed into a hysterical screaming, I waited and prayed that it was a joke which never came to anything, until the sound crumpled into deep and loud sobs. My knees crumble under my weight and I'm sitting on the floor. Everything around me numbs but is somehow still cold.

Jisoo reaches out to me with shaky hands but I only push her away, my throat is raw as a ear-piercing scream falls from my lips. I curl in a ball, clawing at my hair trying to find some sense of , no longer caring about the

For days, the crash was on the news and online. I couldn't escape it. Blinks and family members were all asking me how I was, if I was coping right. They meant well and I knew that, but each time they asked it filled me with unbridled rage and sorrow.

After that day, the days dragged on. Each morning I waited by the phone in hopes your commanding officer would call and tell her you were home. Weeks and nothing came.

Each time I did though, I thought back to the night before you left.

"I can't believe they're shipping you off before our comeback." I pouted as I watched you fold one of your extra uniforms and placing it down on the bed. You chuckle to yourself, muttering that you'd stream the song anyway while pulling out one of your hoodies from our shared closet. My eyes shoot to the familiar F/C fabric, "Not that one!"

I jump to my feet and snag the jacket from your hands making you laugh again. "I need something to keep me warm, angel!"

Still pouting, I wrap my arms around your neck, "You could take me with you, Major."

I see your smile brighten. You've always loved when I called you by your rank and I did too. It always reminded me how hard you worked for the life we had. It was an added bonus that you always got so flustered at the mere mention of it.

You lean down and press your lips to mine, gently. You were always so gentle with me and I adored it. I pull you closer, adding pressure to your lips, savoring each moment I had with you. You pull away but don't stray far, your nose still brushing against mine.

"I would love to take you with me, angel." You pause, taking the time to lift your hand, stroking the top of my cheek, staring at me adoringly. I feel my skin heat up at the mere way you looked at me, strangers did it all the time but there was something more when you stared at me like that.

I could tell you loved me unconditionally.

You peck my lips again while I'm lost in thought, bringing me back to reality with you. "...But I can't risk anybody tearing you away from me." You kiss the corner of my lips, then my cheek, until I can't help the giddy giggles as you pepper more and more kisses across my flushed skin. I feel your lips upturn into a tiny smile. "You're my only weakness after all."

I pull away laughing before smacking you across the chest. For a moment I bask in the warmth of your touch. It'll be the last one for a while after all. I feel my stomach sink though, as it always does before you're deployed.

I raise my eyes to meet your adoring ones. I smile somberly before placing a hand on your cheek. You lean into the touch, smile growing tender as you raise your own hand to touch mine. I feel you pick at the edge of my nail. On a normal occasion, I'd scold you but there's an overwhelming and unexplainable sense of dread that fills me.

Your grip around my waist tightens. You know what I'm thinking, you always did. "I'm never going to leave you, Jen..." You draw closer, your nose bumping into mine gently, "I'm with you always, whether you see me or not. My heart's always with you, my love."

You adjust yourself to press your lips gently to my forehead, knowing full well that I'm seconds away from bursting into tears. "You'll be safe, won't you? You'll come home." I want to cringe at how broken and fragile my voice sounds but you only smile against my forehead as you drop my hand to place it on the top of my head.

"When I have you to come home to? No man on earth can stop me. I can promise you that."

I jolt out of bed as the dreamlike memory swirls in my mind. My head is pounding, I feel how chapped my lips are as I wipe away the remaining tears from my eyes. I steady my breathing as you taught me to.

It's been months.

I've pushed all my responsibilities aside and I know full well what it's doing to the girls and the group's reputation. But I couldn't help it. Every time I so much as closed my eyes, I saw your face. In every melody, I missed your voice.

I missed you.

I look over to your side, flashes of your image dance around my mind. Sleeping in after a long day of training for both of us, long evenings spent catching up after you'd been deployed or I was on tour, and the sweet nights spent tangled around one another after we'd both had too much to drink. I breathe a deep sigh as I curl up into a ball, wondering what we would be doing right now.

Before I can get lost in my thoughts, my phone pings beside me. I run my hands down my face in attempts to wake myself up from my dazed state.

'Studio in 20. Will pick you up.' The text read. I groan and fall into your side of the bed. I cuddle up to your pillow, your smell faintly coming from it, offering me a sense of comfort. I muffle out into the pillow, "I don't wanna go, N/n..."

No response. Like I expected anything different.

Finally, I pull myself out of the duvet and I drag my feet over to the closet. As I swing the door open, I eye your side of the closet. Uniforms pristinely hung and unchanged from the day we'd both moved in. I smile at the memory.

"Are you really going to stand there organizing your hangings all day?" I ask you from the floor, pulling our another frame of the two of us seated beside your parents from the moving box. I smile at the photo before looking back up at you, still hyper-fixated on the way your clothes were hung.

I put the frame down and get on my feet before walking up to the closet. As you speak I can hear the warmth in your voice, "It's a learned trait, I suppose. We'd get the hell beat out of us if this wasn't orderly when we were training."

I look up at you and you're already looking at me. I flush as you do and I avert my gaze quickly. As I do so, my eyes fall onto your favorite hoodie, the perfect shade of F/C. Without thinking, I pluck it from the anally organized closet bar. "This is mine now."

I begin to walk away when you tug me into your arms, hauling me up into the air. I squeal and kick but I laugh as you do before you fall into the bed. "Sorry but it's mine, angel."

I grin up at you, taking your jaw in my hand, "Over my dead body."

You can't help the smile from breaking, you lean forward to nuzzle your nose against mine. There's a certain serenity that came from the moment and I know you feel it too as you close your eyes, pressing your forehead to mine.

"I love you, Jen. I'm so glad we finally did this."

I place my hand on your cheek, tenderly stroking your cheek. "I love you too, Major."

I stare at the F/C jacket from your side, my hands touch the soft cottony fabric. It was a stark contrast from your rough and rugged military uniform, but I always thought that that's why you took such good care of it.

To some degree I thought it made you think of me. Which is why you always wanted to take it with you when you were dispatched, but I never let you.

'I never let you...' I think to myself as another round of fresh tears prick my already sore eyes. I take a deep breath before pushing the hoodie to the side and plucked a dark colored, loose shirt from my side.

"Another day." I mutter to myself before I trudge to the bathroom, my mind plaguing me on how I was going to survive the next day.

Another few weeks pass, there's a sense of normalcy in the chaos that was my day-to-day since the crash. My mom offered to let me stay with her again, she knew how much the apartment reminded me of you but I couldn't leave the home we made just become a tomb.

Jisoo, Rosé, and Lisa were kind enough to offer to stay over every now and then but it wasn't a permanent solution. So as hard as it was, slowly, I built myself back up.

The life we built together, the one you so desperately craved, being the only thing keeping me going.

But that isn't saying that I didn't get lonely.

It had been one of those empty nights.

Jisoo was at home with her family while Lisa and Rosé spent a cozy night in with Hank and the cats. I couldn't blame them, after that day I had become a bit of a drag to be with.

Numbing the loneliness, I took to watching one of those sitcoms you loved so much as I nursed a cup of cheap wine from the fridge, eyes only halting the tears from how sore and swollen they were. I was on the cusp of falling asleep when the phone rang.

I look at the clock, it's nearly one in the morning. Anxiety fills my stomach as I stare at the ringing device. I let it ring for a few seconds longer, before I nervously picked up the call.

My throat ached as I spoke, "Yes, hello who is this?"

"Good evening, miss Kim. This is Colonel Jung Donghyun." My body stiffens, I knew that name well. You'd often cursed the respectable man out for giving you much harder work than you'd liked. I stumble to my feet from the couch. I stammer, "Y-Yes. Good evening, sir. How are you?"

My mind races as the army officer is silent on the other end of the line. He clears his throat, brushing off the niceties of the question, "I wanted to contact you directly, ma'am. We would like to invite you to come to the camp tomorrow." He pauses, seemingly choosing his words, "We would like to discuss a logistical concern with you in regards to Major L/n and her unit."

The next day, I show up to the camp, after several fits of hysteria of having to face the fact you were never coming back to me again.

I sat in the sterile and almost irritatingly bright office. As I look around, I see many accolades collected by the Colonel and think how much of a spot on his record your unit going down was.

Then again maybe you were merely insignificant. The idea made me shudder that you, the most important person to me, was a mere one of thousand casualties.

"Ah, miss Kim. I hope you haven't been waiting long." I don't move but I nod and mutter, "It was no trouble." I pause to meet the older gentleman's eye as I bow. He seems calm, almost cheerful in fact, it almost made my blood boil.

I take a deep breath as he sits in the office chair in front of me. He tilts his head to the side as he leans forward. "I'm sure the past few months haven't been easy. I apologize for never getting back to you after the news broke miss Kim."

I clear my throat, uncomfortable sharing my personal life with my girlfriend's superior officer. He notices the discomfort on my face before he continues. "We never stopped looking for their unit and we'd almost given up hope. No radio signals, no flares..."

I shot daggers to the colonel, "Are you saying Y/n was incompetent?"

He is startled at first, but slowly he smiles at me warmly, "I will not lie, ma'am. I'd lost hope on the Major..." He trails off but his words make my head shoot from my hands to his face. I grit my teeth together as I stare him down.

How dare he speak ill of you and your competency as a soldier. "...But I seem to have underestimated Major L/n's skills and determination." My expression grows confused and before I can ask him what he means a voice cuts me off.

Suddenly, everything around be has gained color again, my blood pumps with adrenaline, and I feel myself come to life.

"I had good reason to come home, sir."

I feel my heart jump as I push myself out of my chair. I turn and a gasp falls from my lips. It had been like every dream I had. You just standing there, the same polite, curt, and heartwarming smile. Albeit I saw new scars on your once well kept skin, but I knew it was you.

It was unmistakable yet so unbelievable.

"Hey, angel." The way you say my name has me overflowing with emotions. I stand there stunned for a moment as your smile falters as you hold back tears.

You pull your hands out of your pockets, opening your arms to me. I feel hot tears fall down my face, I'm sprinting before I even realize it. For the first time in months, I feel your arms wrap around my waist, and I sob into your neck. Your grip tightens as you bury your face into my neck.

I pull away to look at you properly, my hands finding their way onto your rough cheeks. Your eyes are sunken in and tired as you sob into my hands, clutching them as you shake. Once you catch your breath, you chuckle softly, the smile I thought I'd never see again on your chapped and pale lips.

"I told you, I'd find my way home to you." You mutter as you place your forehead against mine.

A couple days later, once you're cleared for physical and psychological tests, they allowed me to take you home. For nights you stayed awake, when you thought I was. And I knew that you didn't want to burden me with your experiences.

On the rare occasion when you were able to fall asleep, I hear you whimper and struggle in your sleep. I never pressed you though until one night you wake up screaming and kicking awake.

I jolt awake as I hear your strained voice. You panic and writhe as you force yourself to sit up. "Y/n! N/n? It's alright. Shhh..." I call as I get on my knees, and force you to look at me. The panic in your eyes slowly dissipates and your breathing slowly steadies while I rub your back comfortingly, ushering you into a sense of security. "You're home. I'm here. You're safe." I remind you, pushing the hairs from your forehead back.

I press my forehead to yours as your breath falls back into it's regular rhythm. You mutter a soft, "I'm sorry, I woke you..."

"No, no, it's fine..." Your eyes downcast in shame as tears well in your eyes. "I...I'm...I can't..." You stammer uncontrollably. You'd always had such control and cadence in your voice, hearing it so fragile make my heart sink.

"You don't have to talk about it..." I pause as your gaze shifts back to me, your hands finding their way onto my cheeks, squishing them as you did before. I smile a little, "...I just want you to know that I'm here for you. No matter what. I'm here for you. I promise."

You're silent for a moment, but the corner of your lips curl into the ghost of a smile. "I simply don't deserve you, angel."

I shake my head and press my lips to yours, feather-light and gentle, before I run my hand through your hair, like you always loved. "I love you so much, N/n."

I knew that there was more work to be done for you to be alright again, but nothing was going to stop me.

That was my promise to you.

i'm weak and i'm so emotional while editing through this???? like i wish i was kidding but this hits so hard for me and i can't really comprehend why 😭 i hope i didn't trigger anyone but ye )): also probably a part 2 of how you cope after the trauma all a work of fiction in this regard. but in any case i hope you enjoyed this!! i will see you all tomorrow for some more fluffy content!! i love you all vv much and keep safe everyone!! byeee - r

[blumagrose]

When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking

10/11/24: I need to fix ts up omg 💀

Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

----

You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

----

Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

----

After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

[milfnearyou]

                𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

 “𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

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“So you just woke up one day and decided you loved me?!” 

Your voice was painfully shrill, bouncing against the metal walls and echoing through the elevator shaft. If you hadn't been so furious, you would've cringed at the way you sounded. Considering your behaviour to be completely out of character and rather petty. But it was impossible to think straight. With all the sirens in your mind screaming 'Alert!' causing you to grow defensive. You saw everything as red, wrapped in a series of warning signs. Eager to protect yourself you grew aggressive, fury coursing through your veins and laced with disgust. 

The disbelief was evident in your tone, accompanied by the extremely annoyed look plastered on your face. Your eyebrows were contorted together, lightly creasing your forehead as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. Your hands were balled into tight fists trembling at your sides as you fought the urge to beat the living crap out of him. 

"Fucking answer me Sehun!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. You didn't understand him, not taking any of his bullshit words seriously as a result. Had he been telling the truth, had he truly meant every word he said. Sehun wouldn't have just stood there in front of you with nothing to say. The silence he offered simply adding more fuel to the fire that raged inside of you. 

"So now you're silent? You weren't this fucking quiet back when you were professing your so-called love to me?! What's gotten into you now?"

Again, nothing but silence. The tall man simply stands there in front of you with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants as the elevator continues to rise higher and higher. With every floor, the elevator cabinet passed, the angrier you got and it didn't help that you lived in a high rise apartment. If he continued to act this way you'd be fuming, steam emitting from your body by the time you'd reach your floor.

“Do you even know what it means to love someone? Or do you just throw yourself in any direction that proves beneficial to your selfish well being?” The questions flew past your lips one after another. You weren’t going to hold back either. Pushing yourself towards him, forcing him to explain himself. 

You didn't deserve the silence. You deserved proper answers, ones that were absent from the immature man in front of you. 

"Answer me right now or I swear to god I'm cutting you off forever," Warning him, you take a step forward to face him closer. Invading his personal space as you stare at him, craning your neck upwards with your arms crossed. 

Watching him like a hawk, you attentively wait. Noticing how he seems to take a slight step back, his broad chest heaving up and down slowly. He seems to be nervous or perhaps, flustered? It was hard for you to believe that with all the ways he could've handled the situation this was what he opted for.

Step by step, you get closer and closer towards Sehun until he's got his back pressed against the metal walls of the elevator. It was hard to believe that someone who looked dominant most of the time could be so cowardly. 

"I'm not asking again," You state, pressing your index finger roughly against his chest. Physically pushing him around until he's finally had enough. His large hands pressing against your shoulders as he shoves you back, regaining his confidence. Finally, he refutes, silence no longer being an option for him.

“Fuck off! Do you want an answer? Fine, but you don't have to act like such an invasive bitch about things!" 

Stunned your eyes widen. You can't tell if you should be offended or impressed with just how much you pushed him but you let him speak. Not saying anything even though he had just called you a bitch. 

"No, I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide that I’d fall in love with you! It took me countless days and nights, essentially adding up into months of thinking about nothing except you! Do you know how painful it felt for me? Do you not understand how guilty I felt?!” The tone in his voice is dangerously low as he narrows his eyes at you. It's his turn to match your attitude, fixing his posture and standing tall. 

"Oh really? So you only thought about how you felt and not how I would feel knowing about your feelings for me? Sehun, how selfish can you be? You aren't the only person on this godforsaken planet!" 

"You don't think I knew that? I know you wouldn't be happy with this but you have to understand that had I kept everything to myself and continued to hang out around you; it would've been both disrespectful to you but also incredibly torturous to me. It was worth gambling my feelings and confessing with the consequence of potentially losing a friend instead of hiding it."  

Taken aback, you feel yourself pause and you hate yourself for it. Sehun has a point, he's valid for being upfront about things but there was just one thing that didn't sit right with you. Despite wanting an answer and getting it you curse yourself for falling silent. The hypocrisy of your silence hitting you square in the face but you're not done. You still have one more thing to say.

"What about the fact that you're still dating my best friend? Did you think about how much this would hurt her? No, let me guess, I bet you haven't even mentioned anything to her," Bringing your best friend up seemed to be the major thing standing in between both of you.

Sehun stares at you like he's been frozen in time. His features completely poised and monotone as your eyes scan his face for any sign of emotion. It was still much too hard to accept his words, to trust them and understand that it came from the bottom of his heart. Your anger was now replaced with complete confusion, perhaps even denial as you scoff at him. He was crazy to think you'd ditch your best friend for a man like him.

Sehun only stood there with his shoulders pushed back, his posture relaxed. His orange tufts of hair making him look like a complete clown. His current demeanour was very different in comparison to how defensive he was earlier.

How could he be so hot and cold? None of it made sense with his face being completely unreadable, everything felt bland like a black and white movie. Sehun could scream as much as he wanted but his words would never get through, bouncing behind the screen, staying unheard from the crowd. All these things made it impossible to find the sincerity he had in his words represented in his body language. 

The elevator came to a stop with a rather loud ding notifying you that it had arrived on your floor. You take one last look at Sehun battling with yourself on whether or not someone as selfish as him was worth entangling yourself with. But no matter how you thought of it you couldn't accept him. With Sehun came consequences, ones that you weren't willing to risk getting into and that being losing your best friend. Someone who was there for you through thick and thin could never be replaced with a man you'd only known for roughly a year.

He didn't mean anything to you and he wasn't allowed to have any meaning in your life, it just wasn't okay. Betrayal had a greater impact than love, you would be foolish to accept the latter. 

Leaving him behind, you step outside of the elevator. Realizing just how much more breathable the air outside the shaft was in comparison to being back inside holed up with your worst nightmare. Your moment of freedom is cut short when you feel his lean arms wrap around your waist pulling you back inside.

He's clinging onto you like a child refusing to let go as he rests his head next to your shoulder. His hot breath brushing against your neck, making you uncomfortable for many reasons that were quite obvious. He just wasn't single nor available and you couldn't let yourself be the other girl. 

“Please just—take a chance. I'm willing to cross oceans for you, tear apart anything that stands in my way because I love you. I'll break up with her, she's nothing like you. Why can't you see that I love you?” He rambles, his voice falling soft. Sehun sounds like he's about to fall apart as he speaks into the crook of your neck. 

His voice vibrating against your skin, echoing through your mind. Despite his tone being no louder than a whisper, his message came loud and clear. Slowly his plump, soft lips make contact with your skin as you freeze in place watching as the elevator doors slam shut. Moving downwards again you feel like you're slowly descending to hell. 

His actions gave you goosebumps as he peppered kisses against your neck. Using one hand to grasp your waist, holding you close to him. While the other cupped your cheek, tilting your head slightly so he could gain better access to your body, his kisses moving down south and landing onto your shoulder. Pushing your shirt slightly aside before gently biting down on your skin causing you to gasp. 

Sehun's touch was electrifying and almost hypnotizing, you felt yourself growing dizzy and out of touch with your surrounding. As he continued using his lips to convey how much you meant to him against your screaming mind that yelled at you not to do this to your best friend. But like a fool, you melt into his touch. Lips falling apart, as your chest heaves up and down. The air feels intoxicating as he rotates your head towards him. His lips crashing against yours as you feel like you're about to pass out. 

You can't give in, you can't betray your best friend and yet, you feel yourself kissing him back. Your tongue tangling with his, exchanging dirty, secretive kisses. Turning around to face him better you fall into all the places you knew weren't right and that was right into the arms of Sehun's. Intertwining your fingers with his, holding onto him tightly as if the only chance you'd have with him would be taken away. 

Now you knew what it meant to be selfish and just how delicious it tasted. 

The elevator is filled with the lewd, smacking of the shared kisses between you both. His body grinding into yours as you feel yourself growing heavy. Developing a strong heartbeat where your filthy desires lay. You felt yourself growing wet, shifting your thighs uncomfortably together. Feeling his hand snake down towards the waistline of your skirt, tugging on them. 

"You just have to say the word and I'm dropping everything and everyone for you," He says in between kisses as you tilt your head back in pleasure when you feel his fingers slipping past your skirt. Hovering dangerously over your soaked heat. "Do you want to run away with me?" He asks. 

You want to say yes. Your body having a mind of its own would rather speak for you but you just can't bring yourself to go through with it. The image of your best friend is hung up in your mind and even though the damage has already been done, you still don't think it's too late to stop. 

“I can’t and you know I won’t,” You reply, wincing at how your voice cracks. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him, you needed to show him you had control over how you felt. That you were sure you didn't want him but it was all a lie. A lie you told yourself and in return had the truth spoken out loud by the actions of your body. 

Sehun knew of this and yet, his peppered kisses come to a halt. The grip he's got around you loosening as his hand slips out of your skirt. You step out of his grasp feeling ashamed, not daring to look at him. Turning around and staring at the doors instead. Fixing your shirt you crane your neck from side to side trying your best to calm down. Bringing a shaky hand towards the elevator buttons and clicking for your floor. 

You can feel Sehun's gaze boring holes into the back of your head. 

"I don't understand. Why can't you just let me love you? It's not that hard to just give me a shot. I can give you the world, give you all the happiness and security you need in life."

"--Let me be the man that protects you, that cherishes you. I know it's hard because of her but...don't we deserve to be happy?" He pleads, his voice wavering. If you had turned around to face him you'd see his lips quivering. His dark, brown eyes are glossy with tears threatening to escape from the tiny apertures of his tear ducts. 

But currently, it's your turn to fall silent. All because you know that despite him falling at the seams, begging you to love him you know that he'll only go back to being the same once he's got you twirling around his dainty fingers. His norm being the same silent person as always, emotionally unavailable and confusing as always. Plus, who's to say he won't just ditch you like he's doing to your best friend? 

"It's your turn to answer me," He pleads but you ignore him. Thanking the timing of the elevator for opening right at the end of his sentence. 

Quickly stepping off you pray that he doesn't snake himself around you again because if he does, you don't know if you had the power inside to fight him off again and thankfully he doesn't. Sehun leaves you alone watching you get out of his view, the sound of your Chelsea boots clicking against the hallway floors until suddenly you're just gone. A wave of heartbreak washing over his feelings as he realizes that he just can't sit here and do nothing. 

He won't go back to your best friend, he doesn't love her and in fact, he never did. It wasn't his choice to hurt her like this but he couldn't help but fall in love with the wrong person. So he chases you, chases the love of his life eager to satisfy his selfishness and have you by his side. 

The consequence of dealing with your best friend could come later but first, he needed to convince you once and for all that he was the only good thing in his life. Your best friend was to be replaced. 

   𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔©︎

[lepidopteragirl]

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Part I:

"Hey Tubbo." Quackity says, stuffing his beanie back on as he looks up.

"Big Q." Tubbo nods, not really sure what to say.

Quackity gives an ironic little chuckle at the nickname. "Couldn't sleep?"

It's not a question.

Another crash shakes the walls, a muffled rumbling cutting off Tubbo before he even has a chance to open his mouth. He wordlessly sinks down next to Quackity on the cot, clicking the flashlight off again, leaving both of them in darkness.

"I suppose you can just pretend it's just a bad rainstorm if you close your eyes." Tubbo remarks when the rumbling goes silent, false brightness running out of every corner of the words.

"Why do you think I'm still awake?" Quackity says with a bitter laugh.

"Oh. Your Games?" Tubbo says awkwardly.

He doesn't remember thunderstorms playing a part in Quackity's games in the footage he and Ranboo watched to prepare for the Quell, but he supposed he could have missed something, misremembered. They've never really talked about each other's games, because why would they need to? Not exactly the greatest conversation topic: Hey Quackity! Tell me all about the little details of the forced deathmatch you had to fight in at 15 and all the grisly parts of it that haunt you at night!

tbh I just want to hear about what happened during those Games but shhhh

Part II:

It feels like forever, waiting for Ranboo, for Sapnap and Karl, and Tubbo's almost starting to think that none of them got out when Sapnap makes his way through the doorway. He's on crutches when he walks out, favoring an ankle and limping slightly, but Tubbo can tell the exact moment when Sapnap sees Quackity, because he throws the crutches away with a clatter, running down the ramp at almost the same speed Quackity springs to his feet and flies toward him.

They meet somewhere in the middle, clutching at each other's faces, brushing tears and loose strands of hair off cheeks, kissing and spinning in delirious circles, pressing their foreheads together while whispering soft things that Tubbo feels like an eavesdropper even witnessing. They fall to their knees together, a single puddle of saltwater and murmured I love you's in voices too tender for anyone but the two of them, clinging into each other like they were made to fit.

hiiiii aqua kissing u gently on the forehead i love talking aboutthisone sm

okay so for the first one i wont say toooo much bc the fic talking about that bit is high on my slate of new projects to work on, but, i will say that karl sapnap and quackity's storyline is loosely modeled off finnick and annie's from the books, which ive been having lots of fun with bc i have an extremely detailed outline i made when i was like 15 of a finnick and annie backstory that i never wrote, and im v much enjoying playing with it for the fiances. (q is a little more of a mix up of haymitch, finnick and a small bit of johanna too but shhh).

so sapnap was the first to win his games, and q was the next year. karlnap r childhood sweethearts from four, and q is from seven, so sapnap and q met bc of the games, and the three of them started falling in love too. but president snow/schlatt is not happy about this when somehow, they're a little too careless and news gets back to him. now they don't hear that really, no one tells them, but karl is reaped that year, and everyone knows that he shouldnt' have been. so karl goes into the games, and he's not really a fighter. he's okay, but he's not a Victor. and q and sapnap know this, forced to watch the games playout from the mentors rooms with nothing they can do. but during the games, when it really starts to get bad for karl, the artificial rain generators break, the arena floods, and well. karl is the only one left. (this also canonically happened in annie's games in the books) clearly not a great experience

and as for q and sapnap's games, i dont' have as clear of an idea, mostly bc the actual games aspect was the part that stuck in my head the least lol, but i do think that sapnap's games went similarly to finnick's in the books, and q's were more similar to haymitch's, with him figuring out a glitch in the arena or smth similar on part two ohhh cfiances ur my cfiances say it to me they r special to me. this bit was heavily inspired by the part of mockingjay where finnick and annie reunite. (i was going to put the clip here but i can't find one for the life of me but trust me okay) they make me so ill htey are so inlove i love gay ppl

send me a 500 word ish snippet from one of my fics & ill give u dvd commentary on it!!!

[itsadamcole]

christmas with benefits

fem!reader x ‘hangman’ adam page

reader and 'Hangman' Adam Page made a deal a few years ago; that if they were single at Christmastime then they would hook up. Christmas with benefits is what they called it, but this year, it's a little different ...

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: smut (friends with benefits, kinda), kinda fluffy, idrk what else :)

— day 25 ... we did it, and i will be going on a short break after this is posted (it’ll probably be around 11 pm est when y’all see this bc i was really late when i began to write this). i hope you enjoyed these christmas / holiday / winter themed imagines bc i enjoyed writing them —

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You sit in your bed in your room back in your parents' house in Virginia. You've texted your best friend, the Hangman Adam Page, to come over since he's not that far away.

It's late, almost midnight on Christmas Eve going into Christmas Day. You sit in your Christmas pajamas as you wait. Your parents have gone to sleep so you just wait for the usual "I'm here" text from Adam so you can go open the front door for him.

This has been a thing every Christmas since yours and Adam's Ring of Honor days. Five years ago, five Christmases ago, both you and Adam agreed that if you were both single during the holidays then you'd casually just hook up. No strings attached, no feelings attached. Christmas with benefits is what Adam first called it, and you couldn't help but agree.

Every year, you'd either meet him at his childhood home, he'd meet you at your childhood home, or you'd meet at a motel.

You don't know how it even got to this point. Five years of hooking up on Christmas. Only one Christmas was missed because Adam was technically seeing a woman and didn't want to do the Christmas with benefits that year, which was fine with you.

The led lights that hang around your room are set to a light blue color and you play with the remote as you wait for your phone to go off.

Just before midnight, at 11:48, your phone starts ringing and Adam's contact pops up. You answer.

"Hey," you say. "Almost here?"

Adam says, "Just turned down your street. I hope you don't mind, and I wanted to give you a heads up, but I brought you a present. I don't know the next time we'll see each other so I wanted to make sure that you got it."

You smile and leave your room, walking downstairs. "Yeah, that's fine," you say. "I have something for you too."

It's been a while since you've seen Adam. He works with AEW and you work with WWE. Your schedules just don't allow you to see him except for a few times a year. Especially since you're NXT women's champion right now.

"Yay," Adam says. "I'll see you in a few."

You say your goodbyes and you wait at the door, watching for Adam's car.

This is something you've always looked forward to. It's something about being close to someone who cares for you and who you care for deeply. If it wasn't for the no feelings attached rule then you would have told him how you felt a long time ago.

Adam's car pulls up out from and you open the front door. The cool air hits you and you shiver a bit. You watch him get out of the car in his cowboy Christmas pajamas. He has a bag and a wrapped box.

Another part of your deal is that after the hookup then it's Christmas movies and snacks. Adam has snacks. That's what you assume is in the bag.

He walks up to your front door and smiles when he sees you. "Hi," he says. "I thought that maybe we can open presents before we, um, you know."

You smile and nod, moving aside so he can walk inside. You close and lock the door behind Adam as he walks upstairs to your bedroom. You closely follow him.

Adam sets the bag and the box down on your bed and you sit on the bed. You grab Adam's present off the bedside table under the lamp before you crisscross your legs and look up at him.

He sits in front of you, mirroring your position. He holds out his present and you take it. "Go ahead," he says. "I'm excited to see your reaction."

You giggle and begin to unwrap the gift. You open the box, which is actually kind of big.

Inside the box is an AEW merch shirt, one of the bandannas that Adam's worn during his entrances, and a necklace that you've wanted forever. It has your birthstone inside of a heart.

"Adam," you gasp. "I've been wanting this necklace forever."

He laughs and says, "I know. I figured it was time to buy it for you. Also, I dare you to wear the AEW shirt to work one day."

You laugh and say, "Stop trying to get me fired."

Adam helps you put the necklace on as he says, "Tony Khan already has told me he wants you on the roster so if Vince McMahon fires you then just come to AEW."

His fingers linger on the back of your neck by the necklace clasp a little longer than they probably should. You look back at Adam and say, "We'll see." You smile. "Anyway, it's time for your present. Open the little envelope after you open your gift."

You hold out the medium-sized box and Adam takes it. He unwraps it and opens the box.

Inside the box you gave Adam is a cowboy hat that has the AEW logo on it, one of your merch shirts, and a little silver bracelet with "cowboy shit", which is Adam's thing, and "ice queen", which is your thing, engraved on it.

You're known as NXT's resident "ice queen" because of your cold heart and rude personality. It's your gimmick. You love it, and it sounds kinda cool.

Adam smiles and opens the tiny envelope. You watch as his eyes widen and he says, "I know you didn't give me a yearlong pass to come to any WWE show."

"Of course I did," you say. "Front row, off-camera for the most part. I know we haven't seen much of each other because of conflicting schedules but maybe if you have some free time and are in the same area then you can use this pass to go in and out of the arena. It's completely free so you don't have to waste several hundred dollars just to see me for twenty minutes."

Adam's tried to come to WWE shows, but tickets were always sold out or not where he wanted them because it was always so last minute. You had the idea of the pass a few weeks ago, talked to management, and got it in time for Christmas.

He says, "You are literally the best person on this Earth."

You giggle and say, "That works for literally any WWE event. A Takeover, a regular NXT live show, or even Wrestlemania."

"Thank you, Y/N," Adam says, putting everything back in the box. "Seriously."

You do the same and say, "It's the least I can do. Maybe we'll see each other more than three or four times a year."

Adam looks at you and smiles. "I'll have to use that pass all the time," he says. "I need to see you more than three or four times a year."

You put your gift from Adam on your bedside table and say, "I agree."

He says, "So, about this Christmas with benefits thing."

"I wanted to talk to you about that," you admit.

While you waited for Adam, you decided to tell him how you feel. Screw the no feelings attached rule.

Adam looks at you confused and says, "Okay. What's on that pretty little mind of yours?"

Your face gets flustered a bit as you say, "We agreed that there would be no feelings attached and no strings attached, and we've done well at that for the past few years."

"But?" Adam asks. He knows what's about to happen.

Nervously, you say, "But recently I've been thinking of you as more than my best friend. I just want more out of this besides sex. You already treat me so well, and we've known each other for years, so I thought that maybe we could try to be more than just friends."

He stares at you as you talk. He can't believe this. You've been doing such a good job at hiding this that he had no idea, and he's not mad about it. He can finally tell you how he's been feeling about you.

In one swift movement, Adam cups your face and pulls you toward him. Your lips crash to Adam's and you gasp. You gasp softly but kiss him back.

The kiss lasts for a few moments before you pull back and ask, "What was that for? You've never kissed me except for when we're, you know."

Adam pushes your hair behind your ear as he says, "I thought that I could start kissing you when we're not having sex."

A smile forms on your lips and your face gets a little flustered. "I would, uh, like that," you stammer. "Can we still have our usual Christmas sex?"

He laughs and says, "That was never out of the equation, Y/N."

You giggle and lean in, kissing Adam again. He kisses you back and you crawl onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands slide into his curly hair and his hands slide up the back of your pajama top.

Sighs leave your lips when his hands touch your skin. You smile against his lips and push Adam onto his back.

Slowly, you begin to undress Adam underneath you. You kiss Adam's bare chest once his shirt is off. You do leave a couple of marks on his chest.

"The first chance you get, you mark me up," Adam says, looking down at you. You trail your fingers over the marks and down to the waistband of his Christmas pajama pants.

You look up at Adam with your eyes before you say, "You're mine now. I hope."

Nerves rise up within you as Adam says, "I am. I'm yours."

"Thank God," you sigh as Adam smiles.

You pull off Adam's pajama pants right before Adam rolls and lays on top of you.

He stares down at you and attacks your neck with kisses. You sigh and let out a soft moan. Adam's hands roam your body as he kisses your neck.

You pull off your top, leaving your upper body exposed. Adam's eyes are on your body and you bite your lip softly, watching him. After a moment, he leans down and presses kisses to your bare stomach. You sigh softly.

Adam hooks his fingers into your pajama pants waistband and pulls them off your body. He slips his fingers into your panties and runs his fingers through your folds. You gasp and your back arches off the bed.

After a few seconds of this, Adam pulls off your panties. You look down at Adam and find that he's looking up at you with his eyes. Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip as Adam slips a finger into you, moving it shallowly and slowly. You create a little 'O' with your mouth and a moan escapes.

"Baby, you have to be quiet," Adam reminds you. "Your parents are just down the hall."

You giggle and say, "Oops."

He laughs and speeds up his fingers as he begins to play with your clit with his tongue. "Adam," you sigh. "God, don't stop."

Adam smirks and adds a second finger. Your fingers are back in his curly blond hair. He edges you closer and closer to an orgasm. Your back arches off the bed a few times before Adam pins your hips to the mattress.

You feel your walls begin to clench around Adam's fingers, and he realizes this too. "You gonna come, baby?" he asks. You nod eagerly.

"Please," you whine, needing to release.

He nods and says, "Come for me."

So you do. All over Adam's fingers. You softly moan his name as you release. He sucks his fingers clean before coming up to your lips and kissing you. You moan into his mouth as you kiss him back.

While he's distracted with kissing you, you roll so you're straddling Adam's waist. Your lips are still on his.

Adam pulls back from the kiss and asks, "Where did this all of a sudden come from?"

"I wanted to try something new," you say, kissing Adam's jaw and neck. He sighs beneth you.

You slip your hand down to the bulge in his boxer shorts. You rub him gently and he makes a soft growl sound. "Y/N," he says with a soft moan. "Be nice."

In a split second, you decide to be a little tease. You grind down against his bulge and say, "You won't do anything."

He stares up at you as your finally pull off his boxers. You take his erect member and pump him a few times. You line him up with your entrance and he asks, "Are you still taking the pills?"

"I got an implant to make it easier on myself," you admit. "I kept forgetting to take the pills."

Adam laughs and you smile. Adam's laughs turn into soft sighs as you lower yourself onto him, his length slowly beginning to fill you. You throw your head back as you wait a second before you move. Your hands are on his chest to keep your balance as you begin to move.

Both of you let soft sighs leave your lips. Adam's thumb finds it's way to your clit as you move your hips. You moan softly as you move your hips faster. Adam's other hand is on your waist, helping you move.

He sits up a bit, propping himself up on one arm. His thumb is still rubbing your clit. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers are in his hair. His lips are on your collarbone.

His lips make their way up to your jaw. He says softly, "Keep going. You're making me feel so good."

Adam’s praises give you the confidence to move faster. His tip hits your g-spot and you gasp.

You lean down and kiss Adam softly as you move.

Your walls clench around Adam’s length. He moans into the kiss softly as you both reach an orgasm.

His name falls from your lips as you release around him and he releases his seed into you. You both fall into the bed beside each other.

The kissing doesn’t stop. You messily makeout with Adam as you both catch your breath. Your hands both roam each other’s bodies as your lips move messily against each other.

Adam is the first to pull away from the messy kiss. You look at him and he says, “So, we’re together now?”

“Take me out on a date first and we’ll see,” you tease.

He laughs and kisses you one more time before he pulls you into his arms. You bury your face into his neck and smile against his skin before dozing off a few moments later. Adam soon follows you and dozes off too.