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You know I wouldn't mind being up in the wee hours, I'd even enjoy it, if and only if I could actually feed myself during it. But I literally don't have enough fucking food for this so waking up at 4 or 5 and not be able to control the fact that I'll start starving, subsequently be unable to sleep, and have to wait until it's been a Reasonable amount of time since he went to sleep. But 2 am id usual for him which means I basically havevto wait a full nights sleep and aside from how painful that is I don't want to??? I don't want to have to wait??? I don't want him to have to cook???? I desperately wish I had autonomy because this is the same conondrum I've been stuck in fOR MONTHS. I'm too fucking miserable to not enjoy my alone t8me at 4-8 am but I don't have the food to support it and my tendency to wake up like this makes everything hell regardless
#I wanna say i wish he was less obtuse and more realistic about sleep#But ultimately the real issue isn't him we just can't fucking control our environment#we can't afford to get enough food for me to not be fucking miserable#his family eats like fucking birds#so they can't wrap their head around how someone can consume more than the 3 of them combined#but I've tried desperately to need less food#it just doesn't fucking work like that!#I'll be stupid and unable to do anything and my gut and joints will hurt and I'll start losing weight#like my body genuinely just uses a lot more calories. and with their sedentary lifestyles I'm not surprised#i go on walks sure but i also have new thoughts on purpose while they avoid it#my brain i noticed a long time ago consumes the vast majority of our calories#I'm sick of calorie counting#because i can only buy so much and I don't want to starve I'm so sick of it
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-Husband! Itachi × reader
A joke you made doesn't land well with your husband.
332 days, that was how long Itachi had been gone on a mission. He goes away on missions often, but this was the longest he'd ever been away. You remember the tearful departure like it was yesterday, though a lot of the tears were on your end.
It was like any other day, the two of you were having dinner, there was light conversation here and there but the comfortable silence was greatly appreciated as well. Itachi had been fiddling with his food for a while now, a strange distant look occupying his face. He had a cute habit of zoning out at the table so you didn't question it much, to you he was just simply lost in thought again.
Perhaps you should have because just a few minutes later, Itachi clears his throat. "Y/n, maybe we should get that puppy you've talking about" how random, the last time you talked about the puppy was almost a week and a half ago. "I thought you didn't like animals on the furniture, why the sudden change of heart tachi?" "...it could keep you company while I'm gone...".
You felt your stomach drop, you should've know better by now. Itachi always lets you know of his impending departure in the most jarring ways possible. You could feel the heat rushing to your face in panic, he had never suggested getting a pet to keep you company while he was on his missions. So what was different about this mission? You weren't stupid, even though you tried to push them away every thought in your head was screaming that Itachi was going to be gone for a long, long time.
Your panicked demeanor did nothing to hide your thoughts, so Itachi concludes he might as well just get on with it. He sighs, reaching across the table to grasp your hand "I will be gone for quite some time dear..." You hated the way he was looking at you, with such pity, like you would break apart the second he stepped foot out of the house, maybe you would. You hated how attached you had grown to his presence, to his company, but what was so wrong with being attached to your husband?
"How long?..." "Eleven months but just know that I will be think-" "Cut the crap" you yank your hand out of his, your desperation and anger muddling together to form one big meltdown. "If you were thinking about me then you wouldn't leave me alone on my own for a year..." damnit, you couldn't even finish the sentence without your voice wobbling. He needed to know that this was serious and that you weren't just acting out of momentary emotions.
"That's why I suggested the puppy..." he winces as soon as the words leave his mouth. If looks could kill, the glare you were sending him right now would have him six feet under. "This isnt even your home Itachi, it might as well be a guest house because all you do is come and go!" Itachi's expression hardens, the atmosphere following suite. "That isn't fair y/n. Everything I've done...I've done for you, to ensure you get to live in a world that is safe because you deserve it. It hurts me just as much to be away from you but this is my duty as a ninja and as a husband" You know he's right, you know it, but it didn't make the situation hurt any less.
"I know, I'm sorry...its just a year is too much...that's...I..." you couldn't even finish your sentence coherently but it was going to royally suck being separated from your husband for a year was your point. He pulls you into a hug, warm and comforting, delicate and tender before pulling back and holding your face in his large hands "Since you didn't let me finish my sentence last time, I will be thinking about you every minute and every second of the day. Will you be strong for me?" How unfair, how was he so good at diffusing the situation and making everything ok?
"Can't you just take me with you?..." If this wasn't such a serious moment, Itachi would've burst out laughing. Even though he always let you win in playfights, your ninja skills were a joke and so therefore you would get obliterated within one day of the mission. He simply smiles and brushes his lips against your forehead in a tender gesture of reassurance "I cannot in good faith do that, you will be safest here where I know you are far away from the dangers of my work. Now, how about that puppy?..."
So here you were 322 days later, earnestly waiting for his return. You two eventually settled on a Maltese, Itachi promised that with the small white ball of fluff running around, you wouldn't even notice his absence. If anything, it reminded you of him more, especially when the time for his return drew nearer and nearer.
Itachi had forgotten he was now done with his mission and that he didn't need to be so deathly quiet anymore, as he slipped into the living room after a year of being gone to find you flipping through a book absentmindedly. He had also apparently forgotten to turn his sharingan off when you turned around and nearly passed away from fright seeing a man standing in the shadows of your doorway, red glowering eyes boring into yours.
"What are you doing Itachi! you scared me half to death!" whatever excitement you had for his return was replaced with fright. He chuckles stepping out of the doorway and revealing those refined features you had come to love. "Is this the welcome I get after not seeing you in a year?" You glare at him before ultimately tackling him in a bone crushing hug, you couldn't believe he was actually back. The hug startled him, causing him to stumble a little but he eventually gains his bearing, returning the embrace with equal fervour. "I missed you tachi..." "I missed you even more my love but I'm home now, I'm home".
After your tearful and frightful reunion, you led him upstairs to the bathroom where you stripped him of his clothes and began to wash him, a tender gesture of intimacy. You started with his hair which was now much longer, since the last time you saw it while he sits in the bathtub. The water was all the way up to his nose and he sneaks little peeks up at you from your position behind him, bringing his hand up occasionally to wipe away the lather that threatens to get in his eyes.
"I bet you're enjoying this domestic display aren't you? seeing the feared Uchiha Itachi reduced to a pampered husband" he speaks, sitting up slightly to allow the water to come to the level of his chest. "Very much so yes" no matter how scary eveyone said he was, he was always going to be your baby. "Even the scariest of ninjas need a little pampering and luckily for you, your wife is an expert in that field".
A smirk plays on his lips at your proud declaration, no matter how much he protests he loves when you take care of him. "Very lucky indeed but don't let it get to your head, it'll take a lot more to subdue me". You scoff at his words, stopping your ministrations to his hair abruptly to place a kiss on his cheek. You grin in triumph as you watch the dark red blush spread from his neck to the tip of his ears, this paired with his startled glare only add to his adorableness.
"Seems like I should let it get to my head because I know how to make Uchiha Itachi blush" he flushes deeper as you tout your victory, sinking deeper into the water as if to hide his embarrassment. "Don't get too confident wife, flustering me doesn't make you formidable" you snicker going back to washing his hair "oh yeah? maybe I should sell my techniques to your enemies, would I be formidable then?"
He snorts at the thought of his enemies kissing him on the cheek after learning about it from you. "That would be very...unpleasant" He says making a face. "What if I use these tactics against your foes, perhaps we could gain an advantage. The element of surprise often proves decisive in battle." You say playfully thinking up strategies based on your unique brand of combat. "we could create a whole new arsenal of psychological warfare."
He knows you're teasing him but the thought fills Itachi with a sudden sense of discomfort. His jaw clenches involuntarily at the thought of you bestowing such intimate gestures upon other men. He tries to shake off the irrational jealousy, reminding himself that such thoughts are unfounded and unnecessary. After all, your bond is rooted in trust and mutual respect, not petty insecurity.
Still, the image of another man receiving your affection lingers, fueling a quiet storm inside him. Itachi forces a nonchalant laugh, attempting to dispel the darkness gathering in his head. "Naturally, those kisses would be reserved solely for me, the fortunate husband who gets to indulge in them daily." He meets your gaze, a hint of desperation underlying his rapidly failing casual demeanor.
You freeze at the sudden change in the atmosphere, was he actually taking you seriously? "Tachi...I'm your wife, I'm not going to kiss anyone else." Rising from the bath, Itachi steps out onto the tiles, water droplets glistening on his skin. He turns to face you, his eyes searching yours intently. "I know my love, I just take my responsibility as your husband very seriously."
With deliberate slowness, Itachi reaches out, his wet fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. You sigh, allowing yourself to relax again as you nuzzle into his touch. "Besides, if I wanted to kiss other guys I would've done it while you were away on your mission...haha."
The tease falls as flat as a thunderclap, Itachi's face darkening ominously at your remark. He recoils slightly, his hand falling away from your skin as if it burned. The jest, intended to lighten the mood, strikes a nerve in the most unexpected way possible. As confident as he appeared to be, Itachi had his insecurities as well. Throughout the mission, his mind was plagued with thoughts of you finally having enough of his absence and leaving him for someone else, someone who could be with you all the time. So it hit him like a truck when you made your little joke about cheating, it was like someone had spoken the words out his worst nightmares to taunt him.
"Is that what you were thinking while I was gone?" he asks not being able to stop the words if he wanted to, his tone devoid of humor. Each word is punctuated with an icicle chill delivery, making it clear that even the possibility of infidelity sends shockwaves through his very being. His eyes search yours, scrutinizing every flicker of emotion that crosses your features. He struggles to keep the violent rage bubbling beneath the surface from boiling over, knowing full well the destructive path it would lead him down.
This night had definitely spiralled, Itachi had spiralled, the pressure of being away for so long was finally crashing down on him and he manifested it in the worst way possible. How did the atmosphere go from intimate and jestful to raging jealousy and accusations of unfaithfulness. "You can't be serious Itachi, it was a jok-" "You think this is amusing?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous, each word carefully enunciated. "You'd do well to remember the sacrifice I made during my time away, y/n. Leaving you, enduring months of hardship and loss, all to ensure yours and the village's safety and yet you imply I should lose you to someone else because of it?"
His voice rises, betraying the anguish simmering beneath the surface. He wraps a towel around his waist, suddenly cold from more than just the dampness seeping into the air. His posture remains rigid, shoulders squared in a silent challenge to the unwarranted doubt you cast. "I trust you, y/n. Not everyone deserves that same privilege. So choose your words more carefully in the future."
Your jaw is on the floor by the time he finishes his little rant. How had he managed to take the joke so wrongly? What did he even think of you? "What the hell Itachi! what was all that? I already told you it was a joke, I would never cheat on you!" He grabs your wrist tugging you closer, "That remark was inappropriate y/n" he says through gritted teeth, each word carefully enunciated to convey the depth of his displeasure. "You should refrain from making jests about something so serious in the future." The atmosphere in the room has now deteriorated rapidly, the warm glow of the bath was now replaced by an uncomfortable chill.
Your chest heaves as you yank your wrist out of his grip in anger and quite frankly embarrassment, here was your husband of 5 years lecturing you about infidelity like you were a frivolous lady of the night. "Get off me! You're clearly out of touch with your emotions, what's gotten into you?" You don't give him a chance to respond before you stomp out of the bathroom, making sure to slam the door as loud as you can. You needed to be away from him right now, anywhere would do. You thought all those absences and long missions away from home wouldn't affect your relationship but they clearly did. A careful reevaluation was due.
Pt. 2 out neoww.
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A Match Made in Hell
Part 3 of (???)
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A/n: This is so late, I'm so sorry for the wait. A lot of things have been going on lately.
I know it was originally going to be 4 parts but I had a few more ideas so I've been considering making it slightly longer.
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C/w:
"You sure there's nothing else I can get you?" The waitress says with a smile. You just look up to the kind face and try your best to smile back. "Oh, no, thank you, though." It was evening time at Madame Bo's but you've been occupying this booth for hours now, not sure where else to go. The light of the setting glowed throughout the place and radiated a nice warmth, causing you to feel at ease, causing you to doze off once or twice. "Alright, but Madame Bo insists that you have this until you're ready." They reach up to their tray and set a plate of bread sticks and rolls. This helps you keep your smile longer, helping it feel less strained.
You give a thankfully nod and reach out for one of the bread sticks. The waitress left, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You stared almost blankly at the bread sticks, feeling it's warm and crunchy texture in your hand. You didn't really feel hungry right now, in general, you didn't eat that much anymore. If it wasn't for Bo, you probably would've starved yourself.
It was so strange. Back at the Artika it was you constantly running around people making sure they were fed. Tomas, Kuai, and Cyrax were always so busy that you often had to remind them to eat. You giggle to yourself, oh, how the tables have turned.
"Well, are you going to finish that?" You're brought back to the present. You look up, Kung Lao and you feel your body relax. "Lao, you're early." You get up to hug him. "I know, try not to get used to it." He mused as he smiled to you. He said as he sat himself on the other side of the booth. He immediately attacked the appetizers, shoving bread sticks and rolls hungry into his mouth. You tried not to laugh at the sight of it, "Where's Raiden?" At this, Lao pointed outside the booth, you lean to the side to see and there is Raiden, or you think it's Raiden. You see him struggling towards you, trying to balance two giant trays of food and drinks. He slowly approached, wobbling this way and that, trying desperately not to spill anything.
You giggle a little as you rise from your seat and walk over to him. You take the tray off revealing Raiden's anxious face. "Oh, Hello there, Y/n." He sighs in relief as you take some of the load off. "Need some help?" You muse as you hold try in your arms. "That would be much appreciated." He nods gratefully as follows you to the booth, once there he side eyes as he sets the tray down . "This one was supposed to help me. But when I reached for the trays, I looked over and his was gone." By now, Lao ate almost all the appetizers, his mouth was crammed full of bread sticks, he looked at Raiden innocently with puppy dog eyes as if he was trying to say 'who, me?'. Raiden fixed him a hard stern as the two began to face off for a moment. Everything went still, your eyes darted from one to the other. Finally Raiden defaulted and chuckled to himself, "Oh, how could I ever stay mad at that face?" With a sigh he plopped down next to Lao.
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You had met Kung Lao and Raiden when you first came to the village. Madem bo had introduced you to them, encouraged them to let you stay with them, and they were so nervous. They remembered just how horrible Bi-Han was, they immediately assumed that since you were his wife, you'd be just as bad or even worse. Maybe you'd have a temper like him, maybe you would snap any second and attack them, they didn't know. When you first moved in with them they walked on eggshells and avoided you at all costs.
This didn't help your mental state at all, making you feel even more alone and isolated than when you first arrived. The journey from the Artika was lonely as it was scary, you wish you had someone to keep you company. When you arrived in Fengjian you had hoped to find someone, anyone to talk to. Madame Bo was wonderful, but she was always busy. So when she introduced you to them, she described them so wonderfully, maybe you believed every word she said because you were desperate to find some form of friendship, but you were excited to meet them.
So imagine your disappointment to see that they seem to want nothing to do with you. You'd wake and they'd be gone, you come home and they'd come when you were asleep. So one day you beat them before they woke up before they did. Lung awoke to the scent of something really good baking. It was like he was in trance as he rose up from his bed and basically slept walking into the kitchen. When Raiden awoke to leave, he found You and Lao in the kitchen. You were at the stove cheerfully cooking as Lao stuffed his face with pancakes.
They were in shock at how different you were compared to Bi-Han. They wanted to ask you so many questions. How did you and Bi-Han meet? How did someone Bi-Han bag an angel like you? Why did you leave him? But the moment they brought up Bi-Han, they noticed a look in you eyes. As if talking about him was too painful. They often wondered what happened between you two
Whatever it was, it had to have been really bad, they saw how heartbroken and miserable you were despite how hard you tried to hide it. They often hear you up in the middle of the night crying for hours on end. They wanted so badly to help you, maybe sit you down and talk to you about it. But even now, they fear that you're not ready to talk about it. So they decided it would be best to leave it alone for now, going as far as using code names to about him in front of you with upsetting you.
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"Lao and I can't stay long." You stop stirring your food around to look up to meet Raiden's eyes. It was dark outside now. You had spent hours laughing with the two that you hadn't noticed just his late it was. "Oh, what happened?" You say, trying not to sound too distressed by this. Raiden and Kung Lao were often busy training at the Wu Shi. They were gone for quite a few weeks, sometimes even months, and they got only just a few days to stay in Fengjian. You enjoyed it whenever they were here, things were so lonely back at their place. "When will you be leaving?"
"We have to go back tonight. We came here to see you one last time before we leave. Liu Kang's says something as about a potential threat. Something about a sorcerer called 'Shang Tsung'." Raiden says, a hint of worry in his voice. You once heard a sorcerer called Shang Tsung, it was one of the names Sektor mentioned had became allied with the Lin Kuei through "you-know-who". You didn't know much about who he was, you knew more about his Quan Chi and his sisterhood of shadow. One of them most especially. You felt a shiver down your spine. "I...be careful, okay? This sounds dangerous." You say fearfully. "You worry too much, Y/n," Lao gives you a reassuring smile. "We're warriors, this is what we trained for. We should be worrying about you." You would be home alone all over again. Raiden and Lao often wondered about you whenever they were away, you were still so new here, hardly knowing anyone besides them and Madam Bo. It sounded quite lonely.
"Oh, don't worry about me...I-I won't be alone tonight." You say sheepishly. Raiden raised his brow as Kung Lao sat up in his seat. "Oh? Are we talking about that "special friend" of yours?" Lao looked at you with a knowing gaze. You felt your face run hot under gaze. "He's just a friend! He's visiting me before he leaves to do business." You try to explain yourself, but Lao still looks at you as if he knows that it isn't that simple. "I hope you have a wonderful time with him, Y/n." Raiden tries to cut in, he has an encouraging look in his eyes. Your face felt hotter as he looked at you with his smile. "I-I mean I hope he has a wonderful time with you-WAIT NO!- I-I mean I hope you have...um...uh" it was now Raiden who was blushing as he tried to correct himself. You both avoid each other's eyes as you look down as your faces burn bright red with blush. Lao Burt's out laughing at the state you two are in, causing many people in the restaurant to look at your booth.
"W-We should be going." Raiden quickly rises to his feet. "So soon? We haven't even given Y/n any good advice so she can have a 'wonderful time'." Raiden grabs Kung Lao ear forcing him to rise out of his seat with a 'ow'. "Last I checked, you have never had a 'wonderful time' so I don't know what advice you could give her." Raiden looks at you embarrassed, "Y/n, be safe, okay? You know how to contact us if anything goes wrong." And with that he turns and leaves. "Be sure to breathe through your nose and maintain eye contact when you-Ow!" Lao tried to call back before Raiden drags him away.
Now you're here alone in your booth. More importantly, alone with your thoughts. You enjoy Raiden and Kung Lao company because for a while, you don't think about what happened. But when you're alone, you remember the memory of your husband, arms wrapped tight around another woman, a demon no less. "I need you." He whispers into her ear as he begins to undo his pants.
In Fengjian you have found a great amount of peace and joy. You've made new friends and finally found some stability that makes you feel safe. And with that, you found the time to finally think about all that happened. You've tried to do not to think of it that much, to think of Bi-Han. But it's so hard. What happened? How did it come to this? You did everything right. You stayed quiet unless he spoke to you, you taught yourself how to cook just for him, you learned every way you could satisfy him, you diminished yourself completely just so he could have his perfect little wife. You even tried to get pregnant multiple times, not because you generally wanted a child, but because he had dreams of being a father. Where did you go wrong? You thought you did everything right.
Why weren't you enough for him? You threw away your entire life just for him. You stopped talking tof69 all your friends and family because they warned you that he was no good. You had nothing now, because you made Bi-Han your everything, you loved him so much it hurted sometimes. You felt everything inside you crumble when you saw him with that Demon. Her smile still haunts you at night when you try to sleep. Now that you think about it, you struggle to sleep many nights. Your mind wonders. Was that the first time he cheated on you, or did he do it multiple times and you just never found out. Bi-Han and Sektor always seemed close, were they sleeping together behind your back too!?!
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Outside, the sun had set and you were climbing down the stairs of warm chaos of the restaurant and into the cool night. The fresh air of the outside and the sound of crickets made you feel at ease. "Leaving without saying goodbye, how rude." You hear a sweet elderly voice as you walk out of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, Madame Bo, it's getting late a-and I have to meet someone." Madame Bo climbed down the steps to, the lanterns outside her restaurant illuminated her skin giving it an ethereal glow. "You left so soon you almost forgot this." In Bo' hands was a to-go plate, steam flowed out of it's opening as she handed it to you. You could smell the food inside, it caused to form a wide smile as you sighed at the scent. "You're too good to me." You sigh gratefully as you enjoy the heat emanating from the box.
Ever since you arrived in Fengjian Bo had made it her job to look after you. She offered you a job at her restaurant, whenever you came here Bo would insist on feeding you until you could hardly breathe, and best of all, she only charged you half the price. Honestly, it was the most loved thing you felt in a while. You cut ties with your mother because she didn't approve of your marriage to Bi-Han. You haven't seen her years. By the Elder Gods, you miss her so much. You eyes get hot, you try to open your mouth thank Bo but you can already feel how shaky your voice is. "Y/n..." Bo's eyes drowned with sympathy for you. "I-I'm fine..." You softly reassured her, battling tears from coming out your eyes. You did know which one you felt so stupid for, the fact that you left everything behind for him or because you still loved him. You still dreamed of him coming here to bring you back home, where there was no Sareena, just you and him.
"I don't know what happened between you two, but..." Bo found herself lost in her thoughts as she looked at you sadly, her concern making you feel worse inside. "Bo..." You say as you take her hand and give her a reassuring smile. "...there's no need to worry about me." You squeeze her hand gently as you try to force the smile to be bigger. "I promise... I-I'm just fine." You forced a smile on your face. Madame Bo let out a soft sigh as she lays a cup on your cheek. "Well, I'm here when you're not fine." Bo turned from you, she slowly climbed the steps until she was at the door. "Take care, Y/n. Tell that 'special friend' of yours that I said hi." And with that, she gently closes the door.
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The road home was quiet, just what you needed. A cold breeze flowed through the night air, it was nice. You felt at peace. You just focused on the sound of your heart against the quiet of trees. Kung Lao and Raiden lived just a little farther, in a house you'd be alone in. It'll only be for just a few days, you tried to convince yourself. Besides, your friend will keep you company just enough.
"Lady Y/n." You sound around so fast that you were dizzy for a few seconds. Standing before you was a Lin Kuei. A young man, you recognized his voice immediately. You remember he was one of the newest members to pass their training as become full fledged Lin Kuei. You stumbled back a few steps. Your eyes darted all over him as you begin to panic. "Forgive me, but I couldn't wait another minute." You clear your throat and straighten up. "State your purpose." you say firmly, hoping that he doesn't see the fear in your eyes. He nods, "The Grandmaster requests your presence," he walked up to you, a cold and discoplined look in his eyes. "I have come to collect you."
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The restaurant was a lot busier today. Waitresses busied around the place with trays of food for their waiting customers. You chose a different booth today, one on a higher level, the highest one you could get. There were always less people up here during noon so you were basically alone besides maybe at least 5 other people. You always picked your booth at a lower level, so Madame assumed you'd be down there so she didn't think to look for you up here. That was for the best. You needed to be alone to think. You replay what was said over and over again in your head, a blank look on your face. You look like you're in a daze, like your body was here but your mind was far away, add that with a hint of dread in your eyes and you looked insane. You've been like that since last night. Your friend asked you if you were okay, you had rushed into the house in a panic as if you were running from something. You assured him you were fine, you were just really excited to see him. Thank God he couldn't hear how hard your heart was pounding.
You couldn't sleep, you came to Madame Bo's the moment it opened early in the morning and you've stayed in this booth ever since. Your booth was right next to a window, since you were so high up you had a nice view of Fengjian. The village looked so busy with people buzzing here and there to get on with their lives, the fields where farmers slaved under the hot sun to bare fruit, the valleys just beyond the village glowed under the sun's rays. You look at the picture before you. This place brought you so much peace, so much joy. The most joy you've felt in so long. It's a shame you'll have to leave it all behind.
"Is this seat taken." A voice drew you out of your thoughts by a familiar voice. "Raiden!" you gasp as you rise to your feet to meet him. You find yourself quick to wrap your arms around him; you take in his warmth; you stay there for a few seconds. "I thought you were supposed to be at the Academy." You finally let Raiden go and fall back into your seat, "I am...but I wanted to see you one last time before I left." Raiden says as he sits himself across the table from you. You stared at Raiden questionably, a flattered stare painted your face. "You came back just for me?" Raiden smiles sheepishly as he blushes a little. "Yes, I...I...uh...wow that is a wonderful view." Raiden quickly changes the subject, he stares longingly at the window.
Raiden was acting weird, but you didn't care. You actually welcomed the distraction, your mind was so middled and conflicted, it felt nice to be taken out of it for just a few seconds. "Fengjian..." He sighs. "Fengjian..." You sigh in agreeance. You both stared out the window for a pleasant while. Raiden was bathed under the light from the window. You admire how he glowed, coupled with the gentle smile on his face, it was almost like he was a god with how much he glowed. Can you imagine that, Raiden, a god? You found yourself let out another soft giggle.
"What?" Sight of your giggling was contagious, Raiden found himself smiling even wider and trying not to laugh. "Oh, nothing. I-I think you just look really...nice." you found your face burning and you weren't why. Because of the sun or because of the blush painting your face a suble red. You noticed Raiden also blushing as he nodded gratefully. "Uh, thank you. I think you look nice as well."
Silence, again. Raiden finally interrupted it with a gulp, "So...how did you you...uh...date-thing go?" You felt yourself blushing ever harder as you remember. You were so caught up with the bigger half that you barely thought about it. "It went, I guess, we watched Johnny's new movie. It was really nice." You recalled it all so fondly. A large smile spreads across your face, Raiden shifts uncontrollably at this. "That's good, I'm happy that you enjoyed yourself." Once again, silence. But this time, you noticed nothing about Raiden. It's written all over his face, it's like he wants to say something. Something important.
"Y/n. I can't stay for much longer. I came back because I wanted to tell you...I lo-" Raiden immediately bites his lips as he stops himself. He clears his throat and straightens up. "....I don't know what happened between you and...him, but me, Lao, Madame Bo are here for you. We won't let him hurt you." Raiden looks you dead in the eyes as he makes this promise. You feel your eyes begin to burn with tears again. And again, you fight them off. "I...thank you, Raiden. I love you all so much..." You rise from your seat. "But some things...some things I need to deal with by myself." You walk out of the booth and walk to the stairs. You don't look back, you don't see Raiden longingly looking at you as you leave.
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It was colder tonight. Cold and unforgiving, as if Bi-Han himself were. You paced back and forth as you waited uneasily for any sign of the Lin Kuei. He was insistent, almost forceful, about his mission. And you were unsure what to say. You wanted to go back to Bi-Han, but after all he's done to you, how he betrayed you, how he shattered you. And you build an entirely new life, you loved it here, you loved all the people you met and made bonds with, the longer you stayed here the less you missed the Artika. You hated how conflicted you were. You were scared too, what if Bi-Han sends more Lin Kuei. Ones who aren't as patient as this one? What lengths will he go to get you back to the Artika?
At that second, you see a figure forming in a dark distance. The Lin Kuei's hard eyes are the first thing you see as he approaches. You take a deep breath as you walk up to meet him. "Thank you for waiting." You find the strength to settle your voice so it Isn't as shaky as when you rehearsed what you were going to say. He stares at you coldly, you stare back at him in the eye.
"As for what Bi-Han orders, tell him that he can go back to hell."
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A/n: In the next part... Bi-Han isn't happy, also Y/n's "special friend".
#mk1#mortal kombat#mk1 2023#mortal kombat 1#mk fanfic#mk x reader#mk x y/n#bi han#bi han sub zero#bi han x reader#sub zero x reader#sub zero#kung lao#mk1 kung lao#mk1 raiden#raiden#raiden x reader
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Just a coworker
Dr ratio x g/n!reader (i tried)
Part 1, Part 2
cw. angst, super slow burn, they eventually get tgt, hurf/comfort, jealousy brr, reader is unhinged, mentions of drugs, kinda cringe but who cares I've written worse, not proofread, dr ratio is a pussy
a/n: I HATE LIFE SJNAANAN
A week passed and you got the jist of it, you were already done with the basics but everytime that man always found a reason to keep tutoring you.
You were grading some papers until you felt someone looming over you and snooping around your laptop.
“Hey!”
“Do you really need to shout?”
You hid your laptop away from him as he pried for any more info, causing you to kick his leg.
“Who’re you talking to?”
“Why the hell would you care? Plus im grading some papers, you asshole”
You typed away as he didn't leave your side, just watching you input some values— damn one of your students got a 2/100? Might as well make them repeat a grade.
“Which idiot fails literature? More or less just essay writing?”
“Uh…���, you paused, your other hand getting your coffee and sipping on it, “An illiterate person?”
No other words were shared as you two just sat in silence, him staring at the grading sheet and you typing away on your keyboard.
…
It was a quiet day, peaceful even. If it weren't for a fight that broke out at the food court. You should mind your business, but your favourite student had been gravely injured; worry comes easy.
You ran to the student, one hand rested on his leg as it bled, “Hey, stay with me— breathe.”
Your student, Mike, had been buying some coke from some guy in your coworker’s class, turns out Mike got scammed and well, you did not know the full story to take any full action but the blood shed was enough to panic.
“Mike, Mike!”
You held him, you were not an expert at cpr or had any training on how to deal with that much bleeding or anything about dealing with concussions.
Shit, shit.
“We need a doctor!”
Despite your desperate yelling, none were brave to come forth to help, the others just recording or covering their eyes.
What were you supposed to do?
You held onto mike as the others tried to restrain the guy that hurt him, this was bad.
Until you saw Veritas buying some coffee at the new coffee shop from weeks ago.
“Hey you!”
Veritas does not flinch, he does not respond.
“DOCTOR VERITAS RA—”
He groaned, about to run away yet you yelling his full name was enough to make him regret not buying earplugs prior to this incident.
He walked up to you and your student as he kneeled at the both of you’s level.
“What exactly happened?”
No matter how much he hates you and your guts, he still has a duty as a doctor.
“Some asshole beat him up, fuckin’ hell”
He doesn't say anything, before laying Mike down in a more comfortable position and getting a pill from his pocket.
“What's that?”
“Tylenol”
He forced open Mike's mouth and shoving down a pill.
“Isn't that a tad bit aggressive?” Mike was near choking as you patted his back and elevated his seating position.
“So it's better to airplane the pill in his mouth like he's 2 and let him die then?”
“That's not what I meant.” you sneered before some guys from the medical department ran to your side and took care of it.
Now you two were just standing behind the infirmary door and waiting for any update.
“I'm going to miss my class because of you.”
You laughed, the audacity of this man?
“Then go, I didn't ask you to stay.”
It's so hard to read this man when he has his alabaster head on, you can't even tell what he's thinking.
“You talk too much”
“You started it!”
“Just stop talking”
“Whatever.”
You peaked through the window and saw Mike unconscious on his bed, even though it wasn't your fault, it feels like it is…
You sighed as the nurse left the room, standing still before she spoke, “He's fine. It's good that you and Dr. Ratio was there.”
“Uhh yeah…”
You really didn't do much…
Veritas stayed silent as the nurse left, he's not one to like small talk.
“huff… huff… finally.”
You raised an eyebrow, before registering whose voice it was, your eyes lighting up.
“Amir!”
“Whew… I had to end class early, I learned about what happened too late.”
“It's not your fault”
Amir sighed while leaning so ungodly close to you, before Veritas had some audacity left in him to make a comment, “Actually, it is.”, he really has no shame does he?
“I apologise.”
“Now you're just being rude.”
Veritas turned away, can't that man just leave you both alone?
“I don't care. It was both your student's that got into this mess.”
“I have over a hundred students, how could I monitor all of them?”
“Yet you still have to take responsibility for it. I can't believe you let it get to that level.”
“Then leave, if you're just gonna be rude then shut up.”
Amir's jaw hung when he heard you literally tell the Dr. Ratio himself to shut it, not even the people from the IPC would have this level of audacity. It was your last straw, you've already dealt with enough bullshit for the day.
Usually, he would have some snarky reply up in his sleeves but what's crazy is that he just walked away.
“Did you just—”
“I did.”
“Wow.”
—
You were already about to go home as it was getting late, who knew having to shoulder the aftermath of that fight would be that tiring? No shit sherlock.
Peace and quiet, no one to bother you—
“You there.” that familiar voice echoing in the hallways as loud stomps were nearing your direction.
You spoke too soon. Why him of all people?
“You didn't come to today's tutoring session.”
You crossed your arms, looking up at him. Wow. He wasn't wearing his alabaster head? Can't say that it's new but the opportunity to stare at his face was a rare occurrence. But, he infuriates you too much that you'd rather kiss mud than oogle at him.
“And?”
“What do you mean ‘and’? I was waiting for you.”
You eyed him up and down, he did look upset. But did he really think you'd have the energy to confront him, much less see him after what happened today?
“I told you I wouldn't be able to attend tutoring lessons as I have someone to tutor too”
“When did you say that?”
“Two days ago?”
He was baffled, utterly baffled. When did you say that? You must be lying. Despite his stone head obstructing you from any chance to see him right now, by his voice, he was fuming.
He crossed his arms, his right foot tapping aggressively, “I do not recall you saying that.”
“But I did.”, his eyebrows furrowed as you spoke with clear conviction, what do you mean you did?
“You should've told me.”
“I did.”
“Then— why are you being so difficult?”
“It's not me who's being difficult, why are you even mad?”
Like that, the words at the tip of his tongue vanished. Exactly, why was he so worked up?
“You're just using this as an excuse to not deal with the issue.”
You had enough of his bullshit. You started to walk the other way but he just couldn't leave you alone.
“And what if I am? Get lost.”
“We need to talk.”
You turned your heel and faced him, face red and hot then you pointed at him,
“About what? About how sure it's absolutely my fault about what happened today, I'm an idiot, I don't know anything!”
“Now you're just blowing the issue up into something completely different.”
“What else is there to say?”
“You—”
He got silent, biting his lip under that stone head as his temper got the best of him.
“You really are an idiot.”
…
“Just leave me alone.”
There were no other words exchanged as you walked away, your footsteps getting more faint as a second, another one and another pass.
He shook his head at your outburst, you really were an idiot, incompetent and… whatever. At least now that blabbermouth always peering over his shoulder is gone.
…
As you walked home, you couldn't help but cry. There was nothing to cry over but it was too much. The heads berating you for not paying attention to your students, that a scandal like that could ruin the university— to hell with that shit, to hell with that university.
At least you felt safe, at home, with the company of your cats.
“Meow?”
Ah.
You hugged your cat, its fur getting wet as tears dripped, you were starting to taste the saline tears as it creeped into the corners of your lips.
Your phone rang with notifications from the doctor, Wait— how'd he even get your number? shit. But god won't he just leave you alone?
With a click, the notifications died down leaving only your quiet sniffles and your cat’s purr to be heard in the living room.
You didn't have any energy to eat, to hell with your health.
You turned off the lights and plopped into your bed, your cat joining you (yay) as the soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room.
You let out a yawn, turning the lights off but there was a call notification.
‘From Unknown Number’
You felt the urge to swipe and listen to what he had to say, but it's probably bullshit.
You fell asleep.
[From Unknown Number.]
:hey.
:answer me.
:stop being so difficult and just give me 3 minutes.
:Are you there?
:idiot.
:hey.
[99 more unread messages]
…
Time flies, three days flew by already yet it still feels like yesterday. You feel like shit, yeah the issue has been resolved, everything's fine but why did something just feel so wrong?
It was a good rest though, bless that lady who allowed you to have a few days off.
[From Unknown Number]
:I know you're seeing this.
:Stop acting like a child.
:Come on.
:You moron.
[231 more unread messages]
…
Phew, when you entered the faculty room, there was no Veritas in sight. Good, good.
You laid down your satchel on your desk and readied some stuff before heading out, making sure to check all hallways before you make a move; don't want to see the Doctor so early in the morning. (checking every hallway 24/7? What is this? Fnaf?!?)
Things were uncannily peaceful today, did he not come to work today? Or… Maybe you just got really lucky that you both did not cross paths for today.
“And,” you wrote diligently on the whiteboard, “That ends our discussion for today.”
The time ticked to 4:58 pm, you could already see some of your students pack their things.
“Any questions?”
They all shook their heads no as you finally dismissed them, oh how you missed being in your classroom despite being away for merely 3 days.
Today's a lucky day, no issues, no Veritas Ratio in sight.
“Hey __”
You jolted at the sudden call of your name, your head turning from the sound as you see Amir with a worried expression.
“Oh, Amir?”
So suddenly, he pulled you into a hug.
“What're you doin—”
“I was worried.”
“About?”
“You were no contact with everyone for three days, we were all worried.”
You awkwardly laughed, Amir was a fine man, definitely not your type though. You squirmed away from his hold.
“Yeah, just needed a break”
“Oh, I see.”
He paused, “You good now?”, his tone laced with concern.
“Yeah, at least I think so.”
“That's good.”
Your best friend, he was not stupid. He was intuitive too, he eyed you like you were some sort of experiment and like with any experiment, he's made his hypothesis.
“You don't sound ‘good’”
“What do you mean?”
“Is this about Dr. Ratio?”
Bingo, right on the money. There was no use trying to lie to him, especially not after chuckling awkwardly when you got caught.
You nodded, confirming his guess, “Knew it.”
He was in deep thought as he tried to think of any and every possibility why.
“Are you guys dating or something?”
You choked on your own spit— him of all people? Is he out of his mind? At this point, the idea of getting with that socially inept man sounds like an insult.
“Are you trying to piss me off?”
“Calm down sponge bob squarepants, geez”
You groaned as he handed you a juice box. “Thanks,” you quietly muttered out.
…
It was 5 pm, by now, everyone's probably clocked out by now.
It's weird, a 5 pm where you don't get tutor lessons from him.
Whatever, food for thought.
As you left the faculty room, a small part in you wanted to catch a glimpse of him despite you trying to avoid him. Did you miss him? or was just not being alone at these hours too comforting?
He wasn't there. As expected.
…
The next day, you see Veritas, you two walk past each other, he did not spare you a glance.
“Doctor…”
Wind breezes through the both of you but you stood still as he kept walking to his class. How cold.
It was no use trying to confront him, atleast, not here.
For a second, your gaze softened but you quickly got back to your senses. This feeling was strange.
…
The bell rang and, as usual, everyone left. What a fulfilling job.
This week has been really quiet. Peaceful but something was missing. Your life was fun, not this mundane even before Veritas but a part of you looks for him. No no, you were just being insane or something.
The faculty room door slid open, then, just as you wished would never happen (oh really?) Veritas was at you guys’ usual tutoring spot.
You wanted to run but your bag was there. Mustering up the courage, you tiptoed and grabbed your satchel, it felt like playing a horror game with how stealthy you were trying to be.
Shit.
Your pen fell, hopefully it didn't catch his attention.
Just as you were about to go grab it, he took it and handed it to you.
You gulped and took the pen, wanting to run but you froze on the spot.
“You look stupid trying to act stealthy.”
You didn't reply, only gulping nervously as you stayed still.
“What? Say something.”
Truth is, you had nothing to say.
“Sigh, you really like making things so difficult, don't you?”
He doesn't stop you from leaving, but maybe it was you stopping yourself from leaving.
An awkward silence ensued, it was getting annoying, for him, atleast.
“Aren't you going to leave?”
You don't say anything, just standing still, again.
“Answer me.”
Why did you enter the room?
“...” Veritas walked up to you, his codex not in hand as leaned closer.
“Give me 3 minutes.”
He raised your chin with a finger, face unreadable despite his alabaster head gone. It's the third or fourth? You've lost count how many times you saw his real face. Your memory was shit.
“I just want to talk about how…”
He bit his lip, yet his eyes remained fixed on your blank expression.
“That I want to apologise for my behaviour last week.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
That same old silence, he couldn't find the right words, he doesn't know how to say sorry.
“Well…”
“Well?”
Did he stutter? That's odd; very.
“I…” His eyes leave yours, he's practised saying it but it's the hardest thing he'll ever have to do, “I'm…”
Curious eyes gaze into his conflicted ones. Can he even say it?
“So…” sorry.
“I'm sorry.”
You stare at him with shock, did he just apologise?
“Did I hear that right?”
“God damn it.”
He pulled away and walked away to his desk but you followed him, “Hey, did you mean it?”
“Why wouldn't I?”
He knew you'd react like this, he expected you to laugh, mock him or anything but you just look at him with a look of shock—
“I see.”
—And somewhat relieved of what he said.
“I'm sorry too.” He was envious of how easily you spoke those words, you were no genius, yet you were better than him at apologising.
“I shouldn't uh—”
“I just want to say that—”
You cleared your throat, licking your lips in anxiety, “You go first”
“No you—”
“No, you.”
He hung his head low, before looking in your direction.
“It was uncalled for me to treat you and that man that way.”
“I'm listening.”
“I didn't take into account that you both were probably stressed from the situation and…”
He couldn't find the words, nothing was new to him. Complex maths? Easy. Medicine? Easy. Philosophy? Done. History? Is this a joke? He knows everything!
Other than one thing.
“I'm sorry.”
Apologising.
His words brought you immense relief, it was your turn to speak. For the first time, you can read his face. He looked pitiful. Did he not get enough sleep lately?
“I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have lashed out on you.”
How could you just have the knack to be so… Human? That, he couldn't understand. Being genuine, felt new.
“I understand.”
…
“What now?”
He fixed his books on the shelf, the ones he wanted to share with you.
“I dont know.”
“I thought you knew everything?”
He rolled his eyes as you teased him for it, he shouldn't have apologised.
“Stop talking, and also.”
He handed you some wipes, what was it for?
“Your hand,” you looked down at your dominant hand, seeing whiteboard marker creases, “Clean it up.”
“Oh okay.”
You wiped the stains off, but you wondered how perceptive he was. You didn't even notice it yourself.
“How's the tutor lesson with your student?”
Ah, that guy. It's been long since you've finished tutoring him with the basics.
“Went smoothly, he passed his exam”
He hummed, he finished tidying up his desk, good that you listened to his lectures.
“What did you teach him?”
“Until just page 25”
“Huh?”
But you studied the entire book with him, if you just needed help with just page 25, the tutor session would've only taken a week.
“Did you just keep going to the tutor sessions to see me?”
“Maybe, maybe not”
A soft smile creeped up in your face as you saw him short circuit for a bit before regaining his senses.
“You jest”
“I do not.”
…
“So… When's the next session?”
“At my place, tonight. It's getting late.”
Oh? At his place? What a bold offer—
“Just reviewing?”
“Just reviewing.”
You laughed as he rolled his eyes, the two of you leaving the faculty room.
“Under one condition.”
You raised an eyebrow, what was he asking for now?
“A date.”
“Pardon?”
“Do I have to repeat myself?”
You choked on your spit, that's absurd— god.
“No, I heard you. Fine.”
“Agreeing that easily?”
“Do you want me to refuse?” He was starting to get cocky, might as well drag him back down to earth.
“No, you still need to learn more about Quantum Mechanics.”
“Fine.”
…
Veritas pulled you close to him as you both walked the sidewalk, isn't he such a gentleman?
“The tab's on you?” no way were you paying the tab, he better pay it.
He scoffed, he could feel you hold onto his arm as he made sure you were on the right side of the lane to protect you of some sort.
“Whatever, you moron. Hurry up, we still have so much to review.”
A/N: its so bad wtf😭😭😭😢
#dr ratio x reader#dr ratio x you#dr ratio fluff#dr ratio angst#hsr fluff#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x you#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail angst#veritas ratio
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oh well if you didn’t get itI basically said that move to will probably not be able to control mui because he only appears to turn into ai but it’s just an illiusion.
for my request it was another mitsuri like us x character but we are sad about our past.
SPOILER FOR SEASON 3!!!!!
Due to mitsuri eating so much food, having be reallly strong and have pink and green hair. She was called a pig and one EX said that only a cow or pig would ever marry her which made her dye her hair black and eat 9x less than she needed. And when she found another partner she realized she don’t keep on pretending. One headcannon can I have about her is that you do this she gained an eating disorder. Where she will not eat as much as she needs.
can the characters be: wanderer,albedo,diluc,kaeya,xiao and one of your choice. I love your works and also My cat just had 3 KITTYS!!! I plan on naming them scarameow,kokkie and coco.🐱🐱🍫🍪
Ohhh! You know I really seem to write this show alot and I've still never seen it... :p CONGRATULATIONS on kittens!! Those are such cute names!! I hope they are all doing well ❤️❤️
─⊰⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒��𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⊹ฺ🎃
{༻~Mitsuri like reader~༺}
CW: Angsty! Reader has a eating disorder, has been called a pig and is self conscious about weight! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, my love,
A/n: I just wanted to say that if you've ever been called a pig, or cow or made fun of for your weight, please don't listen to them. Your body is beautiful and me personally I think you're amazing wether you're skinnier than average or heavier than average. You are gorgeous! ❤️
(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, Xiao, Wanderer, and Kaeya!)
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𑁍༄Diluc:
Diluc set a plate in front of you, sitting in the chair across from you with a hopeful gleam in his red eyes...,"I haven't seen you eat anything all day...please, just a few bites. It's your favourite, fresh out of the oven." You looked down at the fresh warm food, the wonderful smell making your stomach churn unhappily, it was such a fatty dish...
Suddenly the harsh words of others started playing in your head, reminding you why you wanted to loose weight so badly..
Pig
Cow
Fatty
You pushed his cooking away, unable to even take a nibble, "I'm not hungry...sorry Diluc. It smells amazing though..." you tried to smile at him, but he clearly wasn't happy with your response. He took your hand into his and placed a kiss on your fingers, whispering against them with sorrow in his voice, "You are beautiful the way you are...please, don't listen to them."
𑁍༄Lyney:
Lyney hurried up to you, holding a freshly baked croissant in his hands that he'd gotten for the two of you to share, silently hoping you'd eat it with him...that all of his suspicions weren't true, "Mon chérie! Looks yummy hmm? Want to sit down for a bite?" His eyes met yours and he simply couldn't imagine how someone could say anything horrible about you, you...were the most gorgeous person in his eyes and he wished so desperately he could show you that.
"I don't mind if we sit and chat while you eat! I'm not really in the mood for a croissant right now, thank you though." You tried your best to sound sweet and truthful, feeling so guilty you had to lie to him...but you wanted to be perfect for him and loosing weight seemed to be the only way...at least in everyone else's eyes.
"...my love, I'll get you anything you wish to eat.."
"I'm just...not hungry right now Lyney."
He grasped your wrist softly, stopping you from walking away so he could kiss your lips...he'd find a way to show you your own beauty, he'd tell you every hour on the dot if he had to...
𑁍༄Albedo:
Albedo bit his lip, for once in his life he had encountered a problem he just had no idea how to solve, he thought of you as the true meaning of life, the very being that made him want to get out of bed every morning and show his love for you any way he could, a inspiration that never ceased to look perfect and yet...you didn't feel that way about yourself...
How could it be, how could someone break your heart...call you a pig for enjoying food...a cow, it bothered him to no end and he just couldn't wrap his head around that cruelty..."Klee and I made cookies...they are chocolate chip...with a few sprinkles, would you like some?" He sat next to you, Klee following after him, "Ohhh please try one! The sprinkles make them extra yummy!" She looked at you with such a cute face...that for a split second you considered it...they smelled so good and even with sprinkles you could tell they'd be delicious..but, you felt sick at the thought of taking bite...
"Awe next time Klee, I'm...not hungry right now..."
Albedo sighed...how was he going to fix this...
𑁍༄Xiao:
Xiao was having a hard time understanding your situation, it didn't make sense, why would the pathetic humans who couldn't compare to you in the slightest tell you such awful things...and why would you ever believe them? He was so worried about you, your normally plump cheeks sunken in slightly and your happy smile gone, you didn't enjoy eating...in fact he almost never saw you eat at all anymore.
He had to remind you every two minutes, just to take a few bites and even then you'd refuse, "You should eat...you need to. Please." You'd look away, slightly angry...slightly sad and just say you didn't want to, and it wasn't like he was going to force you to, but he wished there was a way he could help. He'd just have to keep telling you what was true...clearing their sick words from your mind with his sweet sentiments,
"You are the true meaning of every beautiful thing in this world, those mortals are threatened by it and seek to destroy you because of it...don't listen to them."
"You look perfect in my eyes..."
𑁍༄Wanderer:
"Why are you listening to those idiots! They probably wouldn't know what beauty was if it slapped them in the face! You are...ughhh" Wanderer groaned in annoyance, knowing full well yelling wasn't going to help you...but he was just so angry, how dare anyone bully you like that, get under your skin. "I'm sorry....I didn't mean to shout, I just, you can't believe what they are saying! Hell if someone like me, who's never loved anyone before...who never gave a damn what people looked like...could fall so goddamn hard for you, you have to be goregous. I will say that as many times as I have to!"
You fought the urge to cry, he didn't usually get so emotional over things like this, but he was worried about you and...for good reason, "Wanderer, I'm fine.." You tucked a piece of your pink hair behind you ear, trying to hide from his prying eyes that starred daggers at you, did you truly think he'd buy that? "Don't lie to me. You're not fine, you're hurting yourself...making yourself sick. Just tell me what to do! How do I help! What do I say...you're fucking perfect to me...isn't that enough?"
𑁍༄Kaeya:
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"Oh...are you sure you don't want just a bite. I've gone and ordered two, you wouldn't want me to have to eat both would you? I'd surely become ill with a stomach ache.." Kaeya scooched the plate in your direction, using every persuasive method he could think of...he'd already tried complimenting you over and over, flirting with you more often, showering you with kisses and love, but you still wouldn't enjoy a meal with him. This was his last resort...
"Kaeya..."
"Pretty please...just a little would make me so happy..."
You sighed, thinking about how much you'd eaten...or more rather, how much you hadn't eaten and took a small bite, the flavours tasting good, but not like they used to...it was difficult to even swallow. Kaeya seemed so proud though, so...hopeful.
◥(•̀₩•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*.✧
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honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes 🥺❤️
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The loud part of them all being in the Stalag is that Bucky Egan is losing his mind. He's playing baseball with ghosts and lounging around like a man waiting to die or to kill.
The quiet part is that Buck Cleven is not doing much better. He's dropping pounds like a wrestler trying to make weight, face growing tighter and tighter as every day passes, expression drawn cold over his skull that more and more showed off its delicate structure. Never a man of many words, he spoke to John little and the men less unless it was to give orders or encouragement.
Anything that wasn't Major Buck Cleven seemed to be scraped out of him by cold and hunger and sheer desperation.
It's fine, Bucky assured the guys whenever someone mustered the courage to approach him with their concerns, Buck's tough. It's just the cold.
It's just the hunger.
It's just this damned place.
Trust your Majors boys, you know we won't let you down.
Buck's still holding him up more than the other way around, John's man enough to admit that even in his cloudy mind. He knows he's a burden more than a help, sharp and angry and frustrated and bleeding all over the place with a caged animal's need to do something.
John Egan would rather die than spend much longer in here. It's the truth of the matter, it really is.
The realization had hit Buck like a slap to the cheek, John had seen it spread across his face in quiet understanding as they talked. He wanted to apologize, the words on the tip of his tongue. But what would it help? It wouldn't erase the truth of the matter. They weren't naive enough for band-aids.
Bucky knows he's hurtling towards some kind of precipe, he's behind the wheel after all. But Gale's strolling hot on his heels in the same direction. That's the secret of the matter, how similar they were underneath the outward differences. Cut from the same reckless wild cloth.
It's dinner when Buck finally breaks, picking at another watery soup of turnips and potatoes. Hambone had managed to hackle for a chunk of salt, so there was some hint of flavor besides stale vegetable, but Buck picks away at it anyways for several long moments before flinging his spoon down and stalking out of the bunkhouse.
Silence reigns in his wake, nobody quite sure what to do or say in the face of an outburst more suited to Bucky than Buck.
Gale Cleven didn't show his temper, he didn't storm out of a room or turn aside food he encouraged his men to eat with steadfast fervor. They needed the calories. They could be marching any day. They owed it to everyone back home to keep their strength up. This is, Buck Cleven swore, only a temporary sort of suffering.
"It's fine," Bucky tells the assembled men, Brady's pinched frown of concern and Crank's open-faced sadness, "He's fine. Finish your meals I've got him."
"It's going to be curfew soon, Major," Benny says from his spot next to Brady.
"I've got him," John repeats sternly.
There's quiet doubt in their eyes, a touch of nerves that never used to exist following Bucky's orders.
He tries not to think about it.
Night is settling over the camp, bitingly cold and John hisses as ice-filled wind stings his face, turning his cheeks raw in the seconds it takes him to tug his scarf up over his nose. There's precious few milling around; guards with their dogs and men desperate enough for clear air to enjoy their cigarettes, but John can make out fresh tracks in the snow leading to the camp library.
With one last glance at the guards, who eye him warily but make no threats, he shoves his hands in his pockets and steps in every one of Gale's footprints on his way to follow.
He's near frozen by the time he makes the short walk, closing the rickety door behind him and biting his cheek against shivers. For a moment he thinks he's guessed wrong, the chairs round the makeshift table are empty and the bookshelves undisturbed, before spotting a tangle of dirty pale hair slumped against the far wall.
Gale was on the floor, arms crossed over his knees and eyes staring straight ahead unseeingly. Though he was silent, his chest rose and feel rapidly with the force of his breathing. Not a panic attack, but a cornered predator knowing its time was near.
"Buck," John says softly, stepping around the table and settling onto his haunches until they were eye level, "Hey, Buck you with me?"
Gale blinks a couple times, eyes clear but horribly red-rimmed, making the blue of them that much more vibrant and meets John's gaze. His expression is so torn open, so mournful; plus lips turned downwards, cheeks slack with grief, brows pulled together into a furrow, that even John who know this man's body better than his own feels like he's intruding.
"I'm fucking tired, John" Gale rasps, and somehow the cursing is less shocking than Gale Cleven admitting to being less than fine, "We're all dying, you're dying and I've got no idea how to fix it."
While John is still filtering through his shock, trying to find the words, Buck seems to fold in on himself further, sink into his coat like a child trying on his father's clothes and cuts out a laugh that sounds more like a gag.
Makes that awful laughing sound again, then chokes, pressing his knuckles to his mouth and then vicing the other hand over his fist until blood wells up from the clutch of his nails. Lets out a third choking noise, fine trembles wracking his body and John's reaching for him in panic when he realizes it's not some sort of fit.
Gale Cleven is crying.
Eyes welling and spilling over, face screwing up and hands pressing to his mouth as if this entire episode is out of his control, a complete rebellion of his body. He keens, as if in pain and hunches over as another sob wracks through his wasted frame. And another.
Gale Cleven is crying like a child, huddled on the floor of a dirty half-assed library in a prison camp and John is so goddamn helpless he's furious with it. He reaches out to pull Gale towards him but the other man jerks away, elbow coming up defensively so John settles for squeezing a hand over his knee, thumb rubbing across the dirty fabric. He knows Gale isn't rejecting his comfort, not really, just that being coddled will break him worse, break him in ways he might not be able to put back together.
"It's okay, Buck," John says softly, settling down onto the floor in a mirror poser of Gale's position, ankle pressed to thigh, "Just you and me here, nobody else."
There's nothing to do but bear witness to the other man's pain, crying like it hurt him to do so. John wants to tell him to just breathe, to allow it to happen, he wasn't any less for it. But John remains quiet, holds Gale up not through physical pain but silent vigil.
When the sobs -awful, wracking, hideous fucking choking sobs - finally taper off, John slides forward onto his knees and cups his hands on either side of Gale's face, thumbs swiping under his clumped eyelashes to rub away the salty wet film of tears. For a moment Gale looks like he wants to protest, but then he slumps, making another quiet painful noise and pants through his next words.
"Don't ask me if I'm with you, if you're not with me," he gasps out, chest rattling with the force of his emotion.
It might as well have been a knife between the ribs, John's hands freezing on Gale's face. His blue eyes flicker with regret before he closes them, head thumping back against the wall.
"I'm sorry," he rasps out, "I'm sorry that's not fair-"
"No, it's really fucking fair, actually," John says quietly.
When was the last time they'd been together like this? When had they last touched each other in a way that wasn't the embrace of comrades? They loved each other, there wasn't doubt there. But how long had it been since John and Gale had been able to be anything but their rank?
Pressing forward, leaning into the barely warm cling of Gale's body, John presses his lips to the stumbled curve of Gale's cheek. The skin so thin and delicate he worries it might split and bruise under his touch, presses a kiss to the hinge of his jaw, over his earlobe, in the hidden shadow between his clothes and body.
"I'm with you," John says softly, against the hair around his neck, "I swear Gale, I'm with you."
Long fingers come up to grasp at the back of John's coat, tangle through his hair under his cap and tugs him forward until they're pressed together heartbeat to heartbeat. They don't have long before they need to be back in the bunkhouse, minutes if even that. But it can wait, it can wait until they hold each other for a few more minutes.
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Piano Keys & Love Letters
Carlisle Cullen x Female Composer/Songwriter Reader
Summary: A dedicated musician learns to enjoy her craft again when Carlisle changes her perspective.
Y/N L/N was a musician and she had dedicated her entire life to her work. She wrote and composed her own music, pouring her blood, sweat and tears into every song.
She had learned to play the piano when she was five years old. Her family had always been very serious about the instrument and pushed her into every competition that they could as she grew up.
Y/N won almost every competition she entered and had always held herself to the highest standards. Nothing was ever good enough and she always needed to do better.
Y/N had never been proud of an accomplishment in her entire life, she viewed them as obligations instead of achievements.
Y/N had dedicated her entire life to mastering the piano and eventually managed to get into Julliard. Y/N was at the top of her class and graduated on time with honors.
After graduation, Y/N began to compose her own music and perform in concerts and recitals across the country.
Y/N expected to be excited about the idea of creating her own music and preforming it. This was something that she had spent her entire life working towards but she felt nothing.
It was obvious that people enjoyed her music, they were willing to pay top dollar to listen to her play, but it was never enough for her.
Y/N continued to write, but felt her passion dissipating with every note she played.
Y/N had been booked to preform at a gala in New York that was hosted by a well-known businessman. He insisted that Y/N attend the event and play a few songs for the rest of the guests.
The agreement was rather standard and Y/N accepted his offer. She wore a simple floor-length evening gown and attended the event with her sheet music tucked carefully into a folder. Y/N couldn't have cared less about this event, but the host had expressed his love for her music and she felt like it would be rude to refuse.
The car arrived and Y/N made her way inside the event space. It was a beautiful gallery with paintings and sculptures scattered around the space. Y/N quickly spotted the piano and fought the urge to beeline for the familiar seat.
A man with short dark hair in a black suit noticed her, excusing himself from his conversation before making his way over to her.
"Miss L/N, I'm so glad you could make it! I've been so excited to hear you play again," The host, a young man named Matthew, said.
Y/N smiled politely, "Thank you, it means a lot to know that my work is appreciated," She said, shaking his hand.
Matthew held her hand in both of her's, "After you play for us tonight, feel free to join the party and mingle. I'm sure you'll be receiving a lot of requests for other events," He said.
"Of course, thank you again for having me," Y/N replied.
"I'd like to have you start in thirty minutes. Feel free to have a drink and some food in the meantime," He offered, Y/N nodded and he released her hand before stepping away.
Matthew returned to his other guests as Y/N let out a soft sigh, she looked around briefly before making her way to the bar. Y/N ordered a glass of champagne before wandering around the gallery to view the art. She sipped her drink, looking over the paintings and sculptures as she tried to waste some time before her performance.
Y/N paused in front of a painting, the art depicted a large monster tearing apart the body of a man. Y/N gulped, her eyes being drawn to the bright red blood in the dark painting.
"Saturn Devouring His Son," Someone said, moving to stand beside Y/N and looking over the painting.
"Rather ghastly to look at, but you can see the darkness that the artist descended into in order to paint it," The man said.
Y/N looked over at him, the man was tall and blonde, his pale skin contrasting beautifully with his dark grey suit.
"Some people are willing to go to great lengths for their craft," Y/N replied.
She desperately wished to have passion for her work again, she was willing to do absolutely anything for it. Her performances were beginning to feel mechanical, simply set on meeting the expectations of those who hired her. It was an incredibly difficult thing to think about, but choosing between enjoyment and success was a complicated task.
"I'm Carlisle," The man greeted, pulling her from her reverie.
"Y/N," She replied.
"What brings you to this event, Y/N?" Carlisle asked.
"I'm a pianist. The host hired me to play a few songs," Y/N said.
"I look forward to hearing you play. Matthew has been talking about you since he saw you play in Chicago last month," Carlisle said.
"I hope he didn't raise expectations too much," Y/N replied.
"He's a passionate man and he wouldn't accept anything less than the absolute best," Carlisle assured. He looked up, making eye contact with Matthew across the room.
He waved his friend over and Carlisle nodded, "Excuse me," He said softly, resting his hand on Y/N's back as he moved by her.
Y/N took a breath, watching him cross the room before returning her gaze to the painting.
...
The room was silent as Y/N sat down at the piano. She set up her sheet music before lifting her hands to the keys. Y/N took a breath, straightening her back as she began to play.
Her fingers moved with trained precision, dancing across the ivory keys with ease. Y/N continued to play as she began to sing, her songs had a rather sentimental and passionate quality to them. Listeners were often left reminiscing on past experiences with teary eyes. She was known to pull at the heart strings as her fingers danced across the piano keys.
She wrote love songs that were akin to poetry despite never actually experiencing any great love stories of her own. She had always been asked where she came up with the lyrics for her songs, but she never had an answer.
Despite having never experienced love, Y/N was well aware of disappointment and loss. She had let herself down at every turn, desperate to achieve her own unrealistically high standards.
Y/N finished her song, holding the final keys and taking a few deep breaths. The room erupted in applause, Y/N adjusted her sheet music before moving on after the crowd had settled. Y/N played five other songs seamlessly before she rose gracefully from the bench and bowed.
The crowd applauded, people chattering amongst themselves about how much they enjoyed the performance. Various guests quickly swarmed Y/N, shaking her hand and thanking her for sharing her music with them.
Then the invites to other events began to flood in, Y/N offered up her agent's contact information and urged them to reach out.
The crowd eventually dispersed again and Y/N made her way over to the bar. She planned on having another few drinks before thanking the host and slipping out early.
Y/N had completed her obligation and was now just hanging around until she could make a respectful exit.
Y/N sipped on a glass of wine, lingering in a quiet corner of the gallery as the party continued on. Y/N couldn't help but make her way back to the painting she had been looking at earlier.
"It draws you in, doesn't it?" Carlisle questioned, appearing at her side once again.
"It does. There's something tragic about the dedication driving the artist to such a scary place," Y/N said, Carlisle nodded.
"You're performance was lovely by the way," Carlisle stated.
"Thank you," Y/N replied automatically.
"Forgive me if I'm being presumptuous, but you don't seem to enjoy playing... The passion is there in the lyrics, but not in your expression," Carlisle said.
Y/N stiffened immediately, bristling at the mere notion that he noticed her disdain for her job.
"I don't judge you for it... I can imagine how difficult it would be to have something you're passionate about become a required task," Carlisle said.
"I did have passion for it, but I've been having a hard time recently," Y/N admitted softly.
"It might be a good idea to put your love for the craft above ambition for a while, unless you want to end up like Francisco Goya," Carlisle said, tilting his head in the direction of the painting. Y/N looked up at the painting, taking a breath as she thought about the things he had said.
"What do I owe you for all this sage advice?" Y/N questioned.
"Your phone number," Carlisle proposed.
Y/N smiled softly, "I think that's a fair trade," She replied.
"I hoped that you would," Carlisle smiled, pulling his cellphone from his pocket and holding it out to her.
Y/N typed her number into his phone before handing it back to him, "Give me a call," She said.
"I definitely will," He nodded.
...
Y/N and Carlisle began dating soon after the event. He called her the very next day and asked her out for drinks. Carlisle never actually consumed anything, but they spent the entire night getting to know each other better.
Y/N had to admit that she was absolutely smitten with Carlisle from the minute she met him. He was incredibly handsome and polite, making her feel like she was the only person in the world.
Y/N spoke to her agent and gradually began to decrease the amount of events she played. It was nice to finally have the time to sit down and composed music that meant something to her.
She felt like she finally had her passion back and Carlisle was her muse. She couldn't imagine going on tour when she had found her inspiration after such a long time without it.
Y/N had been writing in private, composing a variety of songs for Carlisle. A part of her almost felt embarrassed about how quickly he had changed her point of view.
Carlisle had asked to hear her new songs, he was fascinated with her work and fell more in love whenever he had the opportunity to hear her play.
Y/N had come to visit him in Forks with her sheet music tucked away in her bag. Carlisle was excited to have her stay with him, he had missed her presence and he was curious about what she had been working on.
Carlisle came home from a long shift at the hospital, wandering through the house until he found Y/N seated at the piano.
He smiled when he saw her, "What's going on?" He questioned.
"I have something I want to play for you," Y/N said, patting a spot on the bench beside her.
"Really?" Carlisle asked, she nodded.
Carlisle sat down beside her, she lifted her hands to the keys before she began to play. The tune was different than many of her other works, it was a bit slower but it had a beautiful melody.
Y/N began to sing, Carlisle watched her in awe as she played. He could see that her emotion and enjoyment was back as she belted out her newly written lyrics.
The music began to slow as she completed her song, playing the final notes before lowering her hands to her lap.
"What do you think?" She asked softly.
Carlisle cupped her cheeks before pressing his lips to her's in a passionate kiss. He moved his lips against her's desperately, her hands rested on his sides as she pulled him closer.
Carlisle eventually broke off the kiss, leaning his forehead against her's. His thumbs stroked her cheeks carefully, "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard," Carlisle said softly.
Y/N smiled, "It's about you if that's not already obvious," She said.
"I love you," Carlisle replied.
Y/N's eyes widened before glossing over with tears, "You love me?" Y/N asked.
He nodded, she leaned back in and reconnected their lips. Carlisle lowered one of his arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss.
Y/N pulled away slightly, "I love you too," She mumbled against his lips.
Y/N had always scrutinized her own work but meeting Carlisle had caused her to change her perspective. He made her happy and she secretly hoped that she would never have to play for anyone else again.
Carlisle was her muse and she he had given her the greatest gift in the entire world. He gave her the opportunity to fall in love with her craft again.
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Chocolates and euphoria
pairing: cpt. John Price x reader (cod mw)
tags/tw: afab!reader, nsfw, food play, p in v, unprotected sex, desperate sex, slight cockwarming, 18+ so minors please DNI
a/n: a late valentines blurb inspired by this post
John Price MASTERLIST
Just imagine John Price not greeting you by the door when you come home from work, and he's returned from deployment while you were away. Instead, he answers your greeting by beckoning you further into your shared flat with an 'In here, love'.
You drop your things to the floor, more concerned with seeing Price after weeks of him gone than the temporary shucked-off and slipped-out jacket you leave behind in the foyer.
Your flat is not big, but his voice had been faint enough that you know he must be in the bedroom, probably unpacking his stuff, sorting what needs a wash -more or less everything- from the weapons that needed to be locked into the gun-safe.
Imagine your shock when pushing the door open to not find him straightening from a bent-over position of his bag on the bed but sprawled in it with only a measly bit of the duvet, the one you changed yesterday just because you knew how much Price likes to come home and feel free from sand and dirt, over his crotch, legs partly intertwined but giving you a tantalising view of his bare thighs down to his shins, hands behind the pillow propping his head up. You stall, freezing in the entrance as you blink, perplexed at the sight you couldn't even imagine finding your Captain. Not even in your wildest dreams.
"Happy Valentine's, love."
His greeting falls on partly deaf ears. You hadn't given it much thought, even if it was hard not to notice the copious amount of red, pink and white hearts or love-shaped everything you'd passed the last few days on your way home from work. But with a heart-shaped box of chocolate square on top of Price's crotch, it clicks in your head that the 14th of February coincided with his return home.
You let out a short laugh because you seriously don't know how to react to what your eyes rove over again and again.
"Not appreciatin' the welcome-home gift I've got for you?"
Despite the slight shuffle as he props himself on his elbows and the box of chocolates sliding nearly too much to not tug the duvet down with it, your eyes ascend until they meet Price's.
There's an evident mirth practically shining in them, crow's feet highlighted in the edge of his eyes as he attempts to fend off his smile.
With the lack of any and all seriousness concerning the situation, you purse your lips, head ducking into a shake as you can't contain an amused chuckle, moving from your spot.
"Love it", you can barely get the words out. Your feigned straight face crackles as you walk closer, eyebrows scrunching together, chest convulsing from trying to not break into another laugh. "My very own hairy Cupid".
It's Price who breaks the facade with a timbre low chuckle and head craning back as you slow down when reaching the edge of the bed.
"I tried." He gives you a shrug, and you notice the now upward tug of his lips once he looks up at you.
"A very appreciated attempt", you giggle, settling on the side of the bed, leaning to the centre where Price rests.
He meets you halfway, pulling you closer with one hand clutching the back of your neck, almost dragging you down as well, and you need to catch yourself against the mattress in your now twisted position. You both chuckle into the kiss as the chocolates rattle in their casing after your hasty movement and Price's shuffle to get closer to you.
"God, how did you think of this?" You glance down his body towards the most eye-catching object at the moment, smile ever-present like the silent laughter in your eyes when they return to meet him.
"Gaz showed me a not-so-subtitle photo he thought was funny". You closed your eyes, chuckling at the mental image of the situation.
"Should thank him the next time I see him". Price rolls his eyes when you look at him again.
"You and Kyle bother me as much off duty as them two sergeants do on". He scoffs fondly.
You cock your head, bottom lip jutted out. "Don't be too hard on them".
"Easier to chew their ear off than your pretty face", he murmurs deeply with a considerable drop in his voice. "C'mere".
Rather than give in to his pull, fall deeper into the closeness he beckons you; you pull away with a giggle and crawl down the bed until you settle between his legs.
He cocks his head, both elbows now planted on the bed again as he stares down at you, eyeing how your kneeling form is hidden beneath your skirt, the fabric flowing out and filling the space he'd unconsciously given you between his legs.
"Not where I imagined you".
You place a hand on Price's abdomen when he goes to sit up, pursuing your lips with a feigned sad furrow between your brows. "Why? Where else would I be able to taste the chocolates you gave me, John?".
What's not hidden in the perfectly innocent face you pull and direct at him is the glint in your eyes and the way you rap your fingers against his stomach rather than pulling your hand back to your side. But Price decides to play into it.
"Be my guest", he waves his hands towards the box, somehow still balancing enough to keep the small part of Price's covered front hidden.
Oh, imagine the nearly audible gulp, that delicious heave of his chest you only managed to pull out when catching him off-guard, as your slightly cold hands settle high on his thighs as you bend down, keeping eye contact with those blues intently watching, as your lips slot around one of the chocolates, leaning away only when it's securely clutched between your teeth, only for you to raise a hand and with one finger push it into your mouth.
You hum in content, eyes fluttering as you wiggle a little with a smile, no doubt the taste of chocolate spurring your reaction. But Price's imagination is running rampant, the box of chocolates a plastic shield between where your mouth was and the very place all his blood now is flowing to. The taste he wants to fill your mouth is not that creamy delight that's excited you all in your teasing.
You raise your brows as you lick your lips, watching him. Price blinks out of his stupor when you cock your head, realising you're waiting on something.
"What?" His rough and hastily asked question makes you giggle.
"I asked if you want to taste one?"
Price nearly misses your question again when you start stroking your hands up and down his upper thighs, fingers brushing over the place where his thigh joins with his hip. But he does notice your vixen-like offer, purred in that innocently-laced voice you like to dip into when you play with him. And, like always, he walks head-first into the allure of sirens.
"Go on then".
You bite your lower lip in anticipation as you pluck one of the heart-shaped sweets and lean over his body to reach his lips. Price's hands find your waist, stabilising you as he cranes his neck, snagging the chocolates from your fingers, making sure to excessively lick the pad of your fingers in the process. An adorable scrunch of your nose is the reaction he searches for and is rewarded with.
Price only smirks as he falls down against the pillow as he bites into the chocolate.
"So?" You remain hovering above him, both hands now resting beside his head.
"Good, but not as sweet as you". He squeezes your waist.
"God, you're such a flirt tonight". You chuckle with a roll of your eyes.
"Mhm?" He hums in return, the edge of his lip upturned when you look down at him again
"Mhm", you reply, tongue rolling over your lips before catching it between your teeth, offering a smile in return.
A low sound vibrates deep in his chest, his voice sending shivers down your spine. It's silent for a few seconds as you look at one another before gravitating closer.
Your lips are soft compared to Price's slightly chapped ones, telling you he continues to vehemently avoid the chapstick you send along with him when he's deployed, but they're equally as sweet, the taste of chocolate fresh as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He groans appreciatively at your willingness, readily intertwining your tongue with his with a slight sigh.
Price wants you flush against him, feel you after weeks away from you, but when his hand travels to the curve of your back, arms about to wrap around you, you pull away, eyes fluttering open.
"They're different kinds?" You light up; this time, it's hard for Price to know if it's genuine curiosity as your attention falls to the box perched on his lap again. But when you hastily sit down on your haunches again, he can't help but chuckle, watching you pick up another chocolate with intrigue.
Neither of you had anticipated the caramel suddenly pouring out of the half-bitten heart, making you jerk slightly forward. With wide eyes, our gaze falls to the light-brown liquid having dripped onto Price, your eyes flickering between the pooling of fluid in the dip of his hips.
You giggle, and with a quick flicker of your eyes to his and then down again, Price knows what's coming before you move, your intention shining like a beacon in your eyes as you stuff the last bit of chocolate into your mouth and swallow quickly.
He feels the groan rumbling in his chest even before you lick a broad stripe along the skin not hidden by the box or covers. The press of your tongue so close to where he's throbbing for you makes his eyes flutter but never close fully, hips jumping, disturbing the box somehow still resting on his lap. Far longer than he'd anticipated originally.
"God, women", he groans. "That's 'nough of that", Price finally caves to your teasing, hard as a fucking rock and nearly breaking out in a sweat at the swings between lewd and sweet actions you've put him through the last few minutes.
He moves the box of chocolates aside, gently enough for none to escape the box, and tugs you forward until you sprawl over his naked chest. You have the nerve to giggle, but it quickly turns to a gasp as he rolls you over, his weight pressing you into the bed.
The flimsy part of the duvet between his crotch and your lower stomach does nothing to hide his hard and heavy girth pressing into your still-clothed. But as he urges you on your front, nothing but your clothes limits his access as he kicks away the duvet altogether, grinding against your backside with heady rolls of his hips.
"Fuck, missed you, love", he would drawl so sickly hot but sweet at the same time into your ear, making you arch against him. Price would it as encouragement, undoing the sip along the small of your back before tugging your skirt form your body, throwing it aside with much less care than the box of chocolates. Your shirt soon met the same fate.
And when you lay in nothing but your undergarments, you would feel something being placed on your spine, but before managing to crane your neck to see what it is, Price's thumb would crush what you quickly realised is a piece of chocolate filled with caramel, smearing it along your back. Your mouth drops open, eyes flittering to meet his gaze rather than down your back. He's grinning, satisfied his payback worked.
Price would keep your gaze as he lowered himself until close enough to your back that you couldn't see him as much as feel his hot tongue collect the mess he made. You would gasp, head jerking forward, face pressing between the pillows and the mattress. Feeling him hum pleasantly at the taste of you combined with the treat coating his tongue would make the hair on your body stand at its end, your back arching like a wave to get as close to Price's tongue as possible. His chest swells from how reactive you're to him, nearly crooning when he grasps at the fleshy part of your hips, digging his fingers into your skin, eliciting a muffled mewl.
He would take your bra off while licking your skin clean of the treat he smeared across your body, rewarding you with a cheeky nip of his teeth as you wiggle out of the fabric he then discards somewhere.
While Price would pepper kisses all over your back, shoulders and up to the nape of your neck, one hand would slide between your legs, past your panties and graze right over your weeping pussy. A small gasp leaves you as your hips move a fraction, your head now practically going lax at being surrounded by him.
His fingers do wonders to your clit, and more choked sounds leave you as he plays with your body like he never had left and returned with new callouses on his palms rubbing sinfully against you.
The very patience Price is known for, and the cool-headedness everyone who meets him praises, would snap so quickly you could think all those comments were for a facade he kept up. But seeing you desperate, whimpering, whining, arching and grinding back against his hot cock pressed against your ass would do things to the most stoic man.
He wouldn't even bother taking off your panties. Your more than naked state enough for him to paw and grab at. They would merely be pushed aside, hoked somehow to the side by your thigh and ass as he guides the head of his cock over your heat. Low groans and bordering gruffs would press from his lungs while moans and staggering breaths leave you as he guides his cock over your heat to collect your wetness.
Price would groan in pleasure when he finally pushes all the way into you in one slow push, burying his cock so deep inside, the thick head of it kissing a spot that only he can reach. You always felt tighter, wetter the first time he fucked you with all the pent-up frustration and adrenaline yet to subside from his body after a tour.
His burly body would envelop yours as he fell down to his elbows, holding you close as the slow rock of his hips soon picked up speed, the sound of his hips smacking against your ass filling the room.
Your walls would throb, squeezing tightly around his girthy shaft as he pumps in and out of you, whining into the pillows you'd buried your head into before craning your neck to the side his hot breath fanned from.
The kiss would be uncoordinated, tongues intertwining and lips slipping before remaining open as you panted and moaned against each other. Everything tastes of chocolate and euphoric highs as a particularly lewd mewl escapes your mouth and vibrates against his. Price's beard would scrape against your chin and jaw, the scratchy feeling making you roll it onto your shoulder as it added to your overall pleasure, giving him access to your neck. He would shower the newly offered skin in kisses that wouldn't fade just because his lips left, giving some extra love to the sweet spot below your ear that made you clench so deliciously around him.
Your orgasm would crash over you a second later, body twitching, mouth remaining open, panting against the side of his face as he growled a 'there you fuckin' go, feels so good flutterin' 'round me' straight against the shell of your ear.
Price doesn't let up, fucking faster and harder into your pussy while your brows would crease against his forehead as he tries to dip his head to taste you again. But he can't, his own open-mouthed groans met by nothing but overstimulated puffs of silence from you.
And then his thrusts started to get sloppy, bucking every few times until he moaned against your mouth whilst spilling deep inside you, hips rocking and pushing against your ass as if to climb into you.
Price's body weight would press against your back, your arm worming out from beneath your body and around his neck to let him know he could take his time, you didn't mind his heft against you. He would worm his arms around your body, one circling your waist, the other your chest, huffing a sigh of bliss, pleased by your nails raking against the nape of his neck as you caught your breaths.
There was no doubt you'd have to change the sheets again later, either because of the mixed fluids you could feel trickle out of you or the chocolates that, without a doubt, had stained the white duvet.
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The Doctor is hurting, Spock realises, and it sinks like a stone in his chest, terrible and suffocating-- he has been hurting for very, very long. Leonard clings to his shirt and he shakes and shakes and does not seem to be capable of stopping.
Spock has never seen him so fractured.
Spock has never been so terrified in his life.
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in spirit a semi-continuation of yesterday's insane word dump: in fact the long story short before spock drags bones to jim is bones breaking down in front of spock when spock tries to bring him to jim, spock being very worried because the logical solution to him is to make them talk and he doesn't understand why bones is so desperately, vehemently against the idea of talking to jim at the moment. ("Doctor- Leonard, might I ask, are you opposed to conversing with Jim indefinitely, or temporarily?") and they talk and he begins to understand that bones needs time to adjust and to heal (in the sense that you're supposed to adjust to food in small portions after a period of starvation, bones needs time to adjust to knowing that spock (and jim, too, but he can't make himself believe it at the moment) care for him as much as he does them).
personally about aos jim vs tos jim (solely based off of vibes and whatever i've picked up from absolutely barrelling through the trek tags on ao3 every few weeks): in my head tos jim is much more in touch with the emotional needs of the people he's closest with and he's very good at wading through the hangups or navigating the boundaries of the rest of the triumvirate, while aos jim is very >:333 and he's got that bright-eyed, bushy-tailed sort of enthusiasm about everything that catches his eye and that results in him being less attuned to other people's unspoken emotional needs. and to expand on this i strongly headcanon that aos spock in fact takes on tos jim's emotional attunement more quickly than aos jim himself (partially because it is incredibly interesting but also it makes so much sense in my head. seriously when i have more brain juice ill yell about it more) LIKE. for aos spock and bones, they get each other on an emotional level and it scares the hell out of both of them but they make it work incredibly well.
if y'all read this far thank you so much !!! appreciate y'all so much here's some aos spones (pre mcspirk?) fluff as your reward (BONES TUMMY BONES TUMMY BONES T) (ABSOLUTE CUTIES BOTH OF THEM)
#star trek#star trek aos#star trek tos#aos#star trek fanart#leonard mccoy#bones mccoy#spock#s'chn t'gai spock#spones#mcspirk#SORRY FOR ANGSTPOSTING im also a sucker for toothrotting fluff i prommy#the duality of dust fr#love angst love fluff#BONES TUMMY BONES TUMMY BONES TUMMY#but also look at spock's tiny patch of exposed hip#🥺🥺🥺🥺#dust trek hcs#dust hcs#spones fanart#i love them !!! i love them So Much !!!!#ive got a chem practical tmr (oh by the way i actually aced chem somehow LMFAO) wish me luck#fingers crossed i dont break anything
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Like a Movie (ft. Diluc Ragvindr x Fem!Reader)
Note: This turned out longer than expected, though it isn't long by any stretch. I've been having a craving to write for Diluc for a while now, so I'm glad I finally could! Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Content: In which Diluc hires you to 'play' his girlfriend.
The first time you met Diluc Radvindr, you fell for him immediately...
Hotel Debord's grand Mondstadt opening was an unmistakable success. The ballroom was transformed into a lavish party space, complete with an endless array of gourmet food under the sparkling chandeliers. Diluc Ragvindr stood in one corner, brows furrowed as he watched his father attempt to introduce him to yet another socialite. Crepus was all smiles, but Diluc could see the desperation in his eyes as he tried to play matchmaker. It didn't help when one party—your own son, no less—was so unwilling.
The latest candidate sipped on her cocktail and giggled at every word, making Diluc want a very long drink from his own glass—anything to drown out the noise of the party tonight.
"Excuse me," he said after finishing the rest of his cider in one go. "I need to refill my drink."
He snuck off for the bar before Crepus could protest.
It was just another typical night for the scion, but the same could not be said for you. An influencer friend had dragged you here tonight. As she grabbed your arm, bringing you closer to the crowded bar, you couldn't help but feel out of your element.
You were out of your element in these fancy clothes... among these elite guests. This was compounded further after your friend effectively abandoned you, giggling along to a black-haired musician the last time you saw her.
Before you could call it a night, a man with slicked-back hair and a lingering gaze approached you. It wasn't long till he was making inappropriate comments. When you finally put your foot down, he refused to take no for an answer. Now you were pissed, scene be damned.
"Can't you see she's not interested?"
Except a voice behind you spooked the guy straight. "M-Mr. Ragvindr—"
"Scram."
The man didn't need to be told twice, walking away without even looking in your direction.
"...I could have handled that, you know," you found yourself saying. Was it too much liquid courage?
"You looked like you were handling it great."
That snarky tone did nothing for your mood. You whirl around, a retort on your lips, only to come face-to-face with sharp golden eyes and fiery red hair. It was packed, sure, but you hadn't realized how close he was. Flustered by the sudden proximity to the unfairly handsome man, you took an unsteady step back.
Except your ankles caught on your flowing dress hem, and you tipped backward with a yelp.
The man reacted on instinct. His arms locked around your waist, yanking you tight toward his chest. Your relieved gasp rang in his ears, and Diluc Ragvindr looked down at you, regarding you with unveiled amusement lurking in his gaze.
"Just like you handled that."
"You—"
"Diluc!" Crepus's jovial voice boomed. "I've been looking for you—"
He stopped short, eyes blowing wide at the sight of his reclusive son wrapped intimately around a dazzling young lady. A wicked grin spread over his face as he clapped. "Well, well! What do we have here? You should have just said that you had someone! I have to tell your mother."
"Wait—" Except his father was long gone. The red-haired man felt an ache in his temples. Then he locked eyes with you, still snug in his arms. "...Great."
The second time you met Diluc Ragvindr, he proposed...
"We have to stop meeting like this."
Strong hands caught your shoulders, steadying you after you smacked right into a broad chest turning the corner. You look up, an apology on your lips, only to meet the intensely golden eyes and blazing red hair from your incident at Hotel Debord.
"What, are you stalking me?"
Diluc looked mildly offended. "No," he offered placidly, gesturing to the burly men who had stopped a little ways from you. "But they might be."
"Shit."
In your reunion, you'd forgotten about your father's debt collectors following you down the street. You'd been dodging their calls for a while. It wasn't your gambling habit, after all.
"We've gotta—" You looked up at the handsome man urgently, but he simply waved at the collectors. It was funny; they looked as confused as you were.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?"
"What are you—" you started to hiss. You didn't know who this rich boy was, but he was about to get robbed. Except with a few biting words, mysterious bodyguards, and a flash of cash, he sent them packing.
"Now..." he surveyed you for a moment, and you shivered under his gaze. The frigid November air didn't help either. "How about some coffee?"
The third time you met Diluc Radgvindr, you went steady...
"I'll do it."
You felt like you'd signed a deal with the devil with how his lips curled up in a smirk. He was a handsome one, though. "I knew you'd come around."
"You had no way of knowing that," you countered, shifting uncomfortably. You weren't that easy to read.
Diluc leaned back in his Herman Miller office chair, regarding you with a hint of amusement. "So we're in agreement—you pretend to be my devoted girlfriend for, say...six months. In return, I'll take care of your father's debt in full."
You frowned, shifting awkwardly as you stood in front of him. "Just a few fancy parties and smiling for some photos? That's all?"
"I may also require your company for the occasional business dinner." His gaze turned wry. "But I promise to make them more exciting than they sound."
Your thoughts spun over the security his offer provided. With a bracing breath, you lifted your chin. "Okay, Mr. Ragnvindr, you've got yourself a deal." You extended a hand to seal the deal, unable not to add a playful, "Though I'll still expect proper compensation for putting up with your undoubtedly high-maintenance self."
His much larger hand engulfed yours, palm pleasantly warm. "I would expect nothing less." His intense golden eyes glinted. "I look forward to...getting to know you better, Miss [Last Name]."
In the first month, you met his parents...
You inhaled deeply, trying to steady your nerves as Diluc's flashy sports car glided through the grand entrance of Ragvindr Manor. As he confidently strode up the marble steps, you couldn't help but feel a knot form in your stomach at the thought of meeting his parents—Crepus and Celia. You, a girl from nowhere, suddenly dating their only son? It was hard not to tremble at the thought.
Except they embraced you warmly. They were all bright smiles, and you could see genuine joy in their eyes as they welcomed you—the first girl brought home by their usually distant son—and felt a wave of guilt. You were lying to them. This was all pretend.
As the warm tea poured into your cup, Crepus's boisterous laughter echoed through the room. The jovial atmosphere eased the tension caused by Diluc's usually brooding demeanor.
Afterward, you joined Celia in arranging colorful roses, her gentle touch and encouraging words wounding your heart. "It's been so long since I've seen my son smile so freely," she said with a tender pat on your hand.
Under the moon's soft glow, Diluc drove you home in his sleek car, his usually stoic face now adorned with a small but genuine smile thanks to his parents' joy.
And as your heart fluttered at the thought of being able to make him smile like that, you realized you could definitely get used to it.
In the second month, you went on a festival date...
Warm light radiated from the delicate paper lanterns that hung above, gently swaying in the breeze as you and Diluc strolled hand-in-hand through the lively Windblume festival grounds. You couldn't help but notice the faint click of cameras in your peripheral, capturing every moment of your public outing with Diluc Ragvindr, the elusive scion.
When he suggested this 'date' to publicly confirm your new relationship status, you never expected him to actually win you an entire array of festival prizes at the game stalls!
"Who knew you were such a marksman?" you teased, hefting the oversized dragon plushie he had shot down for you.
Diluc smirked, guiding you toward the towering Ferris wheel shining in the dusk. "I'm a man of many skills."
You quirked a brow. "Humble, aren't we?"
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and he glanced at you with a mischievous twinkle in his golden eyes. "Go ahead, take in the view," he said, scooting closer to you on the bench as the Ferris wheel began to ascend. The lights of the fairgrounds below created a magical backdrop as you shared this intimate moment at what felt like the top of the world.
In the third month, you went to a party...
The sound of champagne flutes clinking echoed throughout the grand ballroom as the glittering chandelier above cast a warm golden glow on the guests. Diluc expertly weaved you through the sea of people, introducing you to important figures along the way, hand always comfortingly on the small of your back. Your heart pounded with nerves as you tried to make a good impression at their group's prestigious annual charity gala.
When a hand landed on your shoulder, you turned to meet a single icy blue eye glinting with mischief.
"Well, aren't you a vision," Kaeya Alberich purred, oozing so much overblown charm it made you snort. You knew he was trying to get a rise out of his best friend. He hadn't been made privy to the 'contract' after all. You ignored the uncomfortable pinch in your chest at the thought of the fast-expiring arrangement.
The navy-haired man brushed an exaggerated kiss to your knuckles while waggling his eyebrows at his friend. "Care to ditch tall, glowering, and angry over there for a spin around the dance floor with me instead?"
Behind you, unseen, Diluc had gone utterly still, eyes promising murder on his infuriating childhood friend. Kaeya just smirked.
"Another time, perhaps," you giggled. "Who knows what tall, glowering, and angry will do if ditched."
"Very funny," Diluc muttered sardonically, taking the half-empty flute from your hand and putting it on a waiter's tray. Then he held out his hand. "Let's go."
You danced until you could barely stand the next morning.
In the fourth month, you faced reality...
You sat on the bed of his penthouse apartment, staring numbly at your phone. The tabloid headlines screaming gold digger and sugar baby occupied every newsstand in the city.
You wanted to sink into a hole and never come up. Hot tears blurred your vision as you imagined the disappointment on his parents' faces. They must have seen the fabricated quotes that painted you as after Diluc's—their—money by now. You knew exactly who was behind it—all for a quick payout to momentarily escape his crushing debts, no doubt.
You felt a comforting pressure on your shoulder as Diluc's strong hand grasped it. His expression was fierce as he locked eyes with you, his anger evident on your behalf. "Don't let these filthy rags bother you," he said, determination burning in his voice. "Everyone who knows you—everyone who matters—knows these are lies. I'll make sure the truth comes out, I promise."
You nodded, grateful for his reassurance. Yet, you still felt the claws of humiliation and self-doubt trying to drag you down. "I just... it reminds me of how little I belong, you know... in your world."
Fingertips tenderly tilted your chin back up. Diluc's golden eyes shone with empathy. "My world's not all that it's cracked up to be." He brushed a loose strand of hair from your cheek, touch lingering. "It can be incredibly lonely."
His thumb grazed your skin, and you shuddered out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You found yourself leaning into his touch, seeking solace in his presence. Diluc's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace that felt like a fortress against the chaos outside.
All that mattered was the two of you, entwined in a world of your own making. His body pressed against yours, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume every ounce of doubt and fear.
In the fifth month, you got away...
Seeking solace from the public eye after tabloid turmoil, Diluc surprised you by whisking you away to his family's secluded mountain cottage.
As your sports car raced down the forest highway, unease knotted in your gut. There was only one month left on your initial arrangement. This trip felt like Diluc's farewell gift to polish off your fake relationship before politely departing your life. You swallowed hard against the ache forming at the thought. You had realized your own feelings too late.
Diluc's smile slipped as he guided you inside the quaint cabin, misreading your quiet melancholy as lingering upset over media lies. His shoulders sagged under an invisible weight—it was his fault.
At first, you had quiet conversations centered around books plucked from the shelves or playful debates on recipes to try. Still, an undercurrent changed every glance, every subtle brush of fingers reaching for the same log by the fireplace.
One moonlit night, as you sipped wine, Diluc's gaze lingered on you over the rim of his glass. Golden eyes burned with intent that stole your breath.
"Thank you for staying by my side..." A calloused fingertip traced delicate lines down your wrist. "It's meant more than you know."
You felt your heart flutter at Diluc's words, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The crackling fire and the subtle glow of candlelight created an atmosphere that seemed to amplify the growing tension between you. The air hung heavy with unspoken desires, the weight of emotions threatening to spill over.
Then, it all came crashing down. "So, for this week at least, let's... try to forget and enjoy the peace."
He simply meant the tabloids, but to you, it sounded like goodbye.
In the sixth month...
Every day felt a little harder to breathe than the last. The end was coming, you knew, but it was hard not to savor every little moment that you could with him.
As you strolled through the upscale department store, your heels clicked against the marble flooring. You were waiting for him, hoping to make this final "date" here memorable. However, as you turned a corner, the sound of a high-pitched laugh caught your attention.
In the far corner of the room stood a familiar socialite, her perfectly coiffed hair and designer outfit drawing all eyes to her. She had always been openly interested in Diluc, not caring about his relationship status. Your heart sank as you watched them interact from afar, knowing it would soon be over between you and him.
He stood with his back turned to you, and as you approached, you could see a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Delicate fingers adorned with perfectly manicured nails rested lightly on his broad shoulder, and she tilted her head up to meet his gaze with a practiced air of charm.
You stopped in your tracks, your throat constricting at the sight. Dressed impeccably in an elegant outfit and sporting flowing blonde locks, she exuded a sense of effortless sophistication that made you feel completely outclassed. Your eyes met hers, a piercing shade of grey, and you couldn't help but feel intimidated by her presence next to Diluc.
With a quick pivot, you rushed down the busy streets without looking back.
Eventually, your phone started vibrating incessantly in your pocket. The texts piled up, each one asking if you were okay and why you missed your scheduled meeting. You finally responded with a brief lie, claiming that you were sick and slept through the appointment.
You didn't know how to face him.
You didn't know, but you knew that you had to.
It was with this resolution that you made your way to his office. They were familiar with you by now and waved you up to the elevators. To your surprise, you met familiar grey eyes as the doors reopened on Diluc's floor.
She sneered unpleasantly, "It's you." She sounded unimpressed. "Well, enjoy yourself until moving on to the next one, I guess."
It rubbed you the wrong way, but the fury at the multitude of tabloid headlines came rushing out at once. "You don't know anything!" you snapped. "I love him!"
"...What?"
Your head snapped to the side as you heard footsteps approaching. Diluc and his father, Crepus, stood in front of you. You didn't even register their expression as a mix of fear and embarrassment washed over you. You turned to run away, but Diluc easily caught up to you by the stairwell.
With a sudden jerk, he took hold of your wrist, his fingers closing tightly around your skin. He pulled you close, his body pressed against yours, and his lips crashed onto yours in a passionate and fiery kiss. Your heart raced as sparks shot through your body, leaving you breathless. The moment's intensity overwhelmed you, and all you could do was lose yourself in his powerful embrace.
...you found forever.
#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#diluc ragvindr x reader#diluc ragvindr x you#diluc x reader#diluc x you#diluc x y/n#diluc x fem!reader
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Pomni X Ragatha, but again
I've done nothing but write tadc fan fiction for like four days. I have a massive story I'm trying to work on, but I couldn't contain my feels for ragatha and pomni so... I ended up caving and writing gayer fluff to tide myself over. Posting it here in case someone likes it :3
Pomni and Ragatha sat on a small rock overlooking the cliff near the digital lake. Caine had left the characters to their own devices for a few days, and the two took to taking picnics in the forest, since they had an excess of free time. The food didn’t look great, nor taste that vibrant, but it was the company that mattered most. In the week they had known each other for, the bond formed into a fast friendship as the two became nearly inseparable.
Staring at the piece of bread in her gloved hands, Pomni looked out over the cliffside, and then to Ragatha. A picnic basket sat beside the rock, complete with red checkered lining and a few loaves of low-poly bread. Out over the cliffside the night-time half of the skybox wrapped around them, complete with hand-drawn stars and the moon that hung somewhere behind them. Secluding them was the simple forested area that made the shore of Caine’s digital lake.
“You know... I guess it isn’t too bad here.” The words came as a surprise to Ragatha. Setting down her own snack, she turned toward Pomni and raised an eyebrow.
“Really? Newbies usually hate it here.” Agreeing, Pomni nodded. Her gaze fell toward the grass as she contemplated her next words.
“Sure - I mean – I did. Still think I’d rather be out of here... But this.” To add emphasis, she gestured around the immediate area.
“This... isn’t so bad. You’re not so bad- er people here aren’t so bad - I mean!” Her tone of voice had grown significantly less anxious over the past few days. Despite her progress, the signature neuroticisms shined through. This was especially evident in her conversations with Ragatha.
“Awh – thanks, new stuff.” When Ragatha blushed, the fabric didn’t change color so much as the air around her cheeks vaguely red-shifted in color. Pomni’s blush, however, was obvious. The bright red makeup on her face shaded an ever-deepening red. Looking away from Ragatha, Pomni held the pause in the conversation for a few moments.
“Do you... think we’ll ever get out?” Kicking her feet a few times, Pomni absent-mindedly tossed her piece of bread to the ground.
“I... don’t know, Pomni. I don’t like to think about it much. You saw what happened to Kaufmo, right? That’s the terrible thing that happens when you run around chasing an impossible goal.” Rubbing the back of her head, Ragatha frowned and looked off to the side. Just thinking about the subject had a sigh escaping her lips.
“But... I can’t just give up! I mean- we can’t give up!” Pomni’s fists clenched slightly as she flashed a determined look at Ragatha. Opening her mouth and holding up a hand, Ragatha seemed just about to say something. Giving up on that, Ragatha relented with a sigh.
“Alright, new stuff. Here’s what we’ll do. You can run along all you want. I’ll be right behind you. Make sure you don’t... you know.” With emphasis to her statement, Ragatha made a circle with her finger next to her head in a universal ‘crazy’ gesture.
“R-really? You’ll help me? Just like that?” Holding her fists up to her chest in excitement, Pomni’s pinwheel eyes seemed to sparkle.
“Sure! And when you’re all tuckered out, I’ll still be here for you. Not like there’s all that much to do here anyways.” Giggling slightly after she spoke, Ragatha shrugged. Once more, the two found themselves in silence, looking out into the scribbled starscape. Over the next couple of minutes, Pomni tried desperately to get her ever racing heart under control. No matter how hard she tried though, she just couldn’t stop thinking about the girl beside her.
“Y-you really are amazing, you know?” Though it might’ve been a struggle to get the words out, she was glad she did. Ragatha needed to know how she felt. Even if she was positive about it wanting to say this, Pomni’s fast-beating heart did little to help her train of thought.
“You’re sweet too, Pomni.” In contrast to the emotional wreck of a jester, Ragatha seemed relatively calm. Her emotional calm was contagious, helping Pomni to stabilize somewhat. That’s not to say she wasn’t affected. Avoiding eye contact, the gentle red glow grew a little deeper around her cheeks. “No... Really! You talk to me about my problems, forgave me for leaving you. You’re so funny and kind and sweet and – and.” Unable to continue her sentence, she just fidgeted slightly with her hands and looked downward. Undeterred, Ragatha turned her body towards Pomni and tilted forward ever so slightly.
“I like you too, Pomni” In her voice was a genuine sincerity. Although she wasn’t entirely sure, Pomni thought she got the connotation and her body shivered with digital artifacting at the thought.
“I-I-I-I uh. You – what?” Ragatha chuckled at Pomni’s stammering. Just a bit closer now, Ragatha’s voice softened to a kind and nurturing whisper.
“Hey Pomni?”
“Y-yeah?” She whispered back, barely audible.
“Is it alright if I kiss you?”
Eyes widening, Pomni attempted to form a reply. Failing in that respect, she settled for a curt nod instead. Without another word, the two closed their eyes as Ragatha leaned in to cross the gap between their faces. Such close proximity gave Pomni tingles throughout her body as she anticipated the meeting of their bodies.
Ragatha had always felt real to Pomni. As real and warm as someone beneath a simple cloth shirt would feel. Though it might’ve been a bit weird to kiss a cloth mouth, all the same warmness and caring was behind it as any other kiss. Although it only lasted a few moments, the pure calm of the moment washed away any fears she had about the Digital Circus. Maybe she couldn’t go home, but at least she could have Ragatha. A few seconds after the kiss started, the two separated.
“C-can... Can we do that again please.” It wasn't even voluntary. The words just fell out of Pomni’s mouth in rapid succession.
“Sure, Pomni.”
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=I'm really glad you guys liked this au!
I had a bit more motivation and energy today so i another part to it.. I hope this one is satisfactory!=
=I tried my best! I've never really written much stuff much less posted it! I might change or edit this though haha=
(light angst? Idk)
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The dark saint Tang bō.. Feared throughout the central plains, second only to the plum blossom sword saint himself...
The dark saint..
Dark saint My ass! Tang bo the feared man has been reborn into a white marten..he'd beaten most of the beasts of where he was from until they obeyed him until he spotted those disciples
Disciples belonging to his hyung-nims sect, Mount Hua..
One of those disciples had caught his eye.. A disciple that looked so alike to his late friend the sword saint.. It made his heart ache for a while after seeing them
Until an idea came into his head.. A spark..
He needed to go with them, he had no idea where this urge came from it reminded him of the first time he had met his hyung
And it only made his determination to follow them burn brighter.. Tang bō was quite sure this would be a lot more easier
After all..
it had taken Tang bō months of following, being beat up, and trying to bribe the sword saint with alcohol and food for his hyung to admit they were friends
Trying to make some disciples bring him along should be quite easy... Shouldn't it?
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A cold wet lake.. He sunk his teeth into a giant fish
The dark saint who was reborn into a marten not just a marten a female one
He was starting to think the world hated him, I mean if you're going to make him an animal at the very least let him be a man!
Ugh.. Did that make him a woman?
No it isn't the time to think a about this..
It was cold he was holding his breath.. The dark saint Tang-bō was being used as fish bait..
Seriously.. The thought made him seethe how dare they use him as bait! He was the dark saint!..
Ah.. It was so cold..
He felt himself being tugged.. He was quickly pulled out of the freezing cold..
"KEEE!" baek ah as he'd been renamed
Screamed annoyed
'I am the dark saint! Hwo dare you use me as bait!' he'd hiss
In the distance he could see the other disciples..
The disciple's name the one who used him like fish bait was.. Cheong myeong
-looking at him hurt him so much, why did he have to have the same name as that man?-.. It made his heart ache in pain sometimes making himself feel hollow..
(a smile that seemed to come straight from hell.. a green ribbon.. A broken promise.. A sword in his chest..)
('you're not allowed to die.. ')
(The voice of something desperate..whispers
He pretends not to hear it..)
He shook his head as he headed inside the house along with the others they had been welcomed to, until they left..
No point in worrying about the past anymore. It's not going to change anything at all anyway. The past was the past there was no changing that... You just had to move forward..
No matter how much it hurt staying in the past would only hurt him more..
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Tang-bō had been sitting in a chair beside a bed, his hand intertwined with the one resting in the bed..
Cheong myeong the idiotic, selfless bastard of a taoist... No matter how bad his personality was he'd always be a taoist..
He had been running around the central plains fighting battle after battlewith no rest.. It had gotten harder for Tang-bō to treat him insisting that it was fine and that time would just heal it.. That would always start an argument between them
Ah... Stupid martial artists thinking time would heal their wounds..
He had seen the look in his hyung's eyes as town after town he saved begged him, the strongest man in the world to end the war.. That damn taoist would never take time for himself
His hands shook as he gripped the hand in his, before he slowly relaxed his grip..
Stupid, stupid man. He had the worst personality of any person Tang-bō knew yet he was also the kindest..
(Sometimes he wished he wasn't)
..
(Sometimes he wished his hyung would just be selfish enough to leave.. To runaway let himself rest. Let his bo-ya treat him)
(sometimes he wished the same sapa's that his hyung hunted... He wished that their selfishness would seep into his hyung so he'd at least care about himself too..)
Tang-bō sat by the swordsaints side after the man had collapsed out of exhaustion
..
Tang-bō doesn't think he could forget the way his hyung's eyes softened and fell towards him as if he instinctively knew he could trust him..
Stupid.. Stupid man..
(Tang-bō feels something like water land on his palm but he does not pay it any mind..)
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=I hope I did well! Thank you for anyone reading this!=
=I've been reading some of sinking sheep's work so some parts of this probably got inspired from their works! (╥⩊╥)=
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Hi again! I'd like to request my weekly dose of arsonist Neil/firefighter Andrew, if you feel up to it of course. I'm really curious to see what happens next.
I hope you have a nice week, sending good thoughts your way <3
WIP Wednesday (9/4) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 222)
"As someone who's watched millions of hours of Food Network, I would have to say the obvious choices are salt and pepper. And garlic. Things always need more garlic, I think," Neil answers, picturing Andrew looking through his kitchen to find those ingredients. Of course, he has no idea what Andrew's kitchen looks like so he's sort of just picturing him in a void with cupboards. But still, it's nice to imagine Andrew doing something as simple as making himself dinner.
How much?" Andrew asks a few seconds later.
"Dunno. Until it tastes less like nothing, I guess."
Andrew scoffs. "You're a big help."
"So I've been told." Neil smiles. It falls a second later, when he hears a clattering sound and a curse on Andrew's end of the line. He winces and waits a second for Andrew to say anything else. "Tell me you didn't just cut your finger off."
"It was on purpose actually." Andrew deadpans. Neil knows it’s a joke but he doesn’t laugh.
“What happened?”
“Hm? Oh. The spoon dove off the counter, that's all."
"If it was that desperate to get away, your sauce must be worse than we thought.” Neil tells him, earning a grunt in response.
"Mm, no worries. I have another spoon," Andrew says. Then he mutters something that sounds like, 'Fuck you, suicidal bastard', under his breath as he tosses it into the sink. Neil snickers and takes a sip of his drink.
"Is it any better now?"
Silence. "What?"
"The sauce we're trying to revive. Is it better?"
"Oh," Andrew's quiet for another moment. Then he hums thoughtfully. "Yes. Much better. Thanks."
"Glad to be of service." Neil says as he picks at his stupid McDonald's combo meal— cheeseburger and fries this time. Big surprise. He sort of wishes he could toss this in the trash and invite himself to Andrew's place for garlicky noodles and good company. It's a deranged thought, Neil's fully aware of that. But he likes Italian food. And Andrew.
He'd really like for them to hang out in person. He was surprised the other day when he suggested it to Andrew and wasn't immediately told to fuck off. Andrew had been so angry the last time they tried to meet up and Neil couldn't handle it. Neil was worried he wouldn't be willing to try it again.
As pathetic as it may sound, he's been practicing here and there. It's amazing how much better food tastes when you eat it fresh instead of taking it back to your hotel room. Right now, Neil's sitting in McDonald's. He claimed a booth in the corner so he could watch both EXIT doors and also have eyes on his car, which is parked right outside. Andrew called with the news of his brother's visit just after Neil sat down with his food. His phone startled him so badly he nearly spilled his tray.
And it's sort of hard to eat with one hand holding his phone to his ear, but he's glad he answered. And he's glad he stayed. Even though there's a dozen people in the restaurant, he doesn't feel trapped. Doesn't feel like he's being watched. It helps, having someone to talk to like this. Makes him a bit less nervous knowing Andrew's there even if he isn't here. It also helps that this time, he's not at a fucking cafe where they just yell out the names of horrible, murderous fathers.
Speaking of terrible fathers... Neil takes his phone away from his ear to check the clock and it's later than he realized. He's going to miss TV time if he doesn't hurry up. Their show comes on in twelve fucking minutes. Neil finishes inhaling his food in record time and runs for the car, with Andrew's voice spilling out of his fist.
#i am upping your dose!!!!! (601 words!!!!) :3 <33333333#andreil#aftg#WIP Wednesday#Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew#🕊️#answered#tessasilverswan#long post
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Rhythm of The Rain-chp.5
"One.. two." You and Maki lifted the table cloth in unison, spreading it over Yuuta's island table, and setting it up with food and snacks. "Good thing we got here earlier huh Yn? Yuuta has no idea how to set up for a party." "Right? You hardly had anything set up!," you laughed, elbowing him in the shoulder while he chuckled.
"Hey, It's not my fault I've never hosted a party before." "You set everything up soo boring," Maki adds, turning to pour a bag of chips into a bowl just as your phone lit up with a notification. "Oh, Yuuji says he's on his way now," "Oh shit," Yuuta frantically started looking around the room, making sure everything's in order, nothing out of place. "Relaxx, with me and Maki making sure everything's good your party's gonna go fineee."
Turning back around and throwing away the now empty bag, "How much do you wanna bet I'm gonna have to refill this bowl before anyone else gets here." "Awhhh, I love Yuuji but there's no way I can bet money against that." "Ughh boringg, Yuuta?" "I believe in him! $20!" "Wait! make it 40 so me and Maki can split it." "Yn!!" "what??" "Fine, but I'm telling Yuuji you made a bet against him."
"Oh wait," Maki starts going through the kitchen drawers. "Yuuta, where's your bottle opener?" "My what?" "Bottle Opener. The metal thing you use to take the tops off of bottles?" "Oh, I'm sorry I don't have one," he looks a bit embarrassed. "You don't?" "Noo," he let's out a short laugh, "I only drink canned stuff since I don't know how to open it with the thing."
Maki looks at him almost sympathetically, and you almost want to laugh at how she genuinely feels bad for him. "It's whatever, Yn could you go get my keys? There's a bottle opener keychain on it, It's in my bag in the other room." "Oh, sure. I'll be back in a bit." "Seriously Yuuta I can show you how to use it, it's actually not that hard.
When you come back with Maki's keys in hand, Yuuta's gone while Maki's back to the snacks, putting a pause on drinks. "Where'd Yuuta go?" "Oh, Toge just got here so he went out to greet him." "Oh, okay." After you handed her the keys, you thought it would be less awkward of an interaction between you and Inumaki if you were sat on the couch when he got there.
Moving to sit down, you decided to scroll on your phone a bit, at least until Yuuji got there. Soon enough, the front door opens and Inumaki walks in, by himself surprisingly. "Didn't Yuuta go out to greet you?" "Oh yeah, someone else got here so he's outside with them right now." "Oh alright," after that it was hard to hear what they were talking about so you tuned them out, well you tried to at least. Until you're met with the guy who's avoided you like the plague for the last three years standing awkwardly in front of you, with Maki nowhere to be found.
You look up at him, a bit confused, "Hi?" "Hi." Hard to work with but that's all he says, as if he doesn't want to waste his words on you. "Where'd Maki go?..." Not that you're surprised, but all he says in response is, "Bathroom." "Oh.. okay." How did you get here? You specifically went out of the way to avoid an awkward situation like this. Was he talking to you just to be nice? Or did he hate you so much that he'd go out of his way to make you uncomfortable?
Thankfully, your 'savior' (as he’d later call himself when you tell him about the encounter) walked in at just the right moment, prompting you an escape from the tense situation you were in. "Yuuji!" Without thinking, you immediately stood up and practically sprinted toward him in desperation, "Didn't Megumi come with you?" "Yoo! Yeah he's locking up the car, Yuuta's walking him in."
On queue, Maki walks back in with a curiously playful smirk on her face. "Oh, look who the cat dragged in. I'm surprised everything's still in tact in here." "Maki! Haven't seen you in a bit, hey!" "Hey." "I am gonna need to take these though." You laugh as he takes the snack bowl Maki was prepping and sits down onto a chair. Maki turns to you, laughing, "Tell Yuuta to hurry the hell up with my money." You join her as Yuuji looks at the two of you, still snacking cluelessly, "Does he owe you money or something?"
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fun facts☆
• yuuji is often times the one at fault when the trio’s pantry is bare bc he likes to snack while he does literally anything
• his contact in nobara’s phone is “resident muncher”
• maki and yuuji are almost like cousins-even though they don’t talk often, every time they do their conversation flows pretty well
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arguing w myself over which writing style i wanted to use the entire time i was writing this lolol hopefully it's not too obvious
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Is your heatwave series still ongoing? Going crazy over it atm
I must say that I just loooove it! I'm crazy about Omegaverse especially since you can mess with the universe lots— the thought of feral men💕
And you do it sooo well aaah! I love your stuff<333
I adore adding a trope of inner wolf (think of inner monologue/their institutional primal side that's absolutely unhinged) makes me giggle— hear me out : they *try* to be nice and polite and a good alpha to the sweet little omega it's just... they smell so good and their wolf is just soooo hungry!!
Even better if there's like a forbidden trope >:) he knows he shouldn't and it's wrong but he can't help it!! That dumb little mutt brain of his doesn't care about what's wrong or right, cheating or whatnot hehe
Or a servere commitment issues Gojo who's wold is practically *drooling* over sweet lil omega y/n!! he tried to fight it so much but he failed:( he must look sooo pathetic all panting and growling like a wild dog but it feels sooo good! He hates the idea of commitment but his wolf is so desperate that its almost as if the omega is his owner >:) perhaps commitment isn't so bad...
Anyway, a little unplanned rant, thank you for the food!!
You're very welcome <3
The Heatwave series has three fics left to go - day 8 and 10 are half-written, and day 9 I'm kinda worried about but I'll get there when I get there skjfhglhdg.
I've gotten pretty distracted with this yandere fic ngl sdfkghlsdhg
But yeah!! Omegaverse stuff has been really fun to write for the most part. It helps that I've mixed it up a bit - beta reader, alpha reader, and omega reader. The final day is omega/omega and I'm really excited for that!
I'm glad you enjoy it so much! Sometimes I do look at the works and go "is this even really omegaverse" so it's nice to know I'm doing well on that front.
See, the "inner wolf" thing makes me think too much of werewolf stuff (which I don't necessarily hate but it's not the angle I'm going for). But I can achieve basically the same effect with like, "your omega instincts compel you", and I also really like how that can blend with the reader's internal monologue.
Like your omega instincts are telling you to jump on his knot, sure, but that's also just you wanting to jump on his knot. It feels less distant, more like an intrusive thought than a separate entity. I've enjoyed some stuff that had the "inner wolf" stuff going on, though! It can be great for breaking up the more stoic characters.
I am definitely all for characters going feral and wild with need. Is it?? Even LOVE? If it isn't driving them completely insane???
As for Gojo being a commitment-phobe - I do see it, and I do also see Gojo going so wild and impulsive that he accidentally ties himself into something he doesn't want.
Would be absolutely hilarious to see him fighting mate-withdrawal, alpha protector/provider instincts, etc. I think a lot of the appeal there would be him trying to walk back on the mating but not being able to, and then you're also in the picture bringing your own complicated feelings to the table and maybe throwing his shitty behavior in the face... so many fun ways to go about it.
#answered asks#speg chatter#jujutsu kaisen#satoru gojo#gojo x reader#omegaverse#alpha!gojo#omega!reader#female!reader#y/n
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Tips for if you're ever prescribed pain medication for anything, from a chronic pain patient who's been on it for 12 years!
Always try to eat before taking it. Denser foods help a bit more, but get whatever you can get on your stomach, whether it be a full meal, half a bowl of cereal, yogurt, a smoothie, whatever you can handle. The less you eat, the less you can take all at once. If your appetite is low, try to eat a small snack (in my case it's downing jello and yogurt as fast as I can) and start off with half of your dose – you may find that your appetite comes back when the pain slightly lessens, and then you can eat more and take the rest. If you're still unable to eat more, you can still try taking more of the medication, but you won't be nearly as nauseous as you would have been taking it all at once. Pain medication can't do anything if it's coming right back up and out of you.
If you're having pain in your arms, hands, feet, and ESPECIALLY your legs – this really sucks ass to do, but try to move around a bit shortly after taking it to get your blood circulating and the medication through your system. I've noticed that my legs and knees are barely affected by my pain medication if I'm sitting/laying the entire time waiting for them to kick in. If you can't get up and walk around, laying on your sides and doing mild leg lifts or cycling helps a bit. It's hell to do anything if you're trying to get rid of knee pain, but worth it afterward. Otherwise, you might find yourself taking more pain medication than you need and risk making yourself nauseous – it definitely isn't worth it if the pills come right back up. And they WILL make you nauseous quick if you aren't used to pain medication. See point #1.
A lot of pain medication is mostly made of acetaminophen – snorting it to make it "hit quicker" isn't gonna work out well. You'll just waste it. You may get to that point of desperation if you can't eat anything and the pills won't stay down. Even if it does slightly help, it will be gone VERY quickly. Hell, cocaine is a lot stronger than prescribed medication, but you wouldn't try a line of coke if it was over 99% tylenol. Just don't do it.
Do not be afraid to ask for a different kind of pain medication if one isn't working out for you. I'm not familiar with every kind, but with the kinds I've tried (USamerican names): tramadol is generally the mildest option, but it still may affect you like regular pain medication. However, this one has a common side effect of all-over itchiness. (Norco) Hydrocodone 5/325s are usually the next option up. If you find yourself having to take multiple at a time for them to work, ask for them to switch you to 7.5s or 10s so you don't get too much acetaminophen in your system. For example, if you have a prescription of 30 hydro 5s and you're taking 2 at a time, a prescription of 15 hydro 10s will be easier on your stomach. Oxycodone (percocet) is a tiny bit stronger than the hydrocodone, so if you switch to that, you may want to start off with a smaller dose.
If your pain medication does not have another substance like acetaminophen or ibuprofen mixed into it, then it is USUALLY safe to take it along with an OTC medication like tylenol, advil, aleve, etc. Or, for example, if your medication has acetaminophen in it, you can alternate it with OTC ibuprofen every few hours.
Feel free to add any more advice, knowledge, or personal experiences!
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