#but he didn't even get to finish ONE before he got nauseous... | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

roosterforme · 1 year ago

Text

Aim for the Sky Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You felt exhausted and unappealing at the start of your third trimester, but according to your husband, you were still perfect. Just as you solve one problem for your friend, you inadvertently cause another one for yourself.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, Bradley eating pussy, swearing, angst, pregnancy

Length: 5400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

As nice as your second trimester had been, as soon as it ended, you were exhausted all the time. And you were once again starting to feel nauseous every morning. Maybe your mom was right and you needed to eat more than random foods dipped in hot sauce sporadically all day long. Your belly was also starting to change from a cute bump to a tender, oversized monster. When you mentioned it to Bradley, he scoffed.

"Don't call my Nugget a monster."

"I'm not talking about the baby!" you said as you started to get dressed for work in your maternity tent, gesturing at your body. "But there's a lot going on here."

"Yeah," Bradley grunted as he pulled a clean flight suit from the closet, eyeing you up and down. "There sure is. You look fantastic."

"I feel tired. And gross," you told him as you got dressed.

"That's just the hideous uniform talking. You didn't feel gross last night when we were snuggling. And you certainly didn't look gross."

You wanted to agree with him, but you were in a bad mood. The attic still wasn't finished even though your contractor, Bradley Ross, was at your house so frequently, it felt like he had moved in. And your parents would be here in four days. And your house still wasn't decorated for the holiday. And the only gifts you managed to buy were matching pink tropical shirts for Bradley and the baby to wear next summer.

Your husband zipped up his flight suit and made his way around the bed to where you were standing. "Would you feel better if I picked up dinner on my way home so you don't have to cook?"

"Probably," you muttered, trying not to smile.

He kissed your forehead and gave you his most innocent looking gaze as his fingers grazed your belly. "And after that, I'll eat your pussy until my jaw locks up and you're in tears from too many orgasms?"

You had to press your lips together for a few seconds before you could say, "Please."

"Then it's a date, Baby Girl," he said before kissing you on the lips, leaving you to chase him for another feel of his rough mustache before you let him leave for his early flight time. "I love you and the Nugget!" he called from the hallway.

"We love you, too!"

Five minutes after he left, you were still getting ready for work. In fact, when your doorbell rang and Tramp went running through the living room, you were still buttoning your tent shirt. "I'm coming," you called out, already knowing it was your contractor. When you pulled the door open, your shirt was buttoned mostly correctly, and you told him, "I'm just about to head out."

"Okay," he replied, taking you in before you stepped aside for him. It didn't matter what your husband said, you were a bit of a hot mess right now. And that reminded you that you needed a little bit of hot sauce before you left for work.

"Do you need anything from me?" you asked Bradley Ross, and his gaze dipped down to your horrible uniform.

"Not at all," he replied, turning toward the stairs. "Enjoy your day."

You parted ways and headed for the kitchen, and you realized your shirt was even worse than you anticipated. You had to unbutton and rebutton the whole thing while your bread was in the toaster. When it came out nice and crunchy, you dipped it into a dish of hot sauce and ate it in four bites.

"It's so fucking good," you moaned at Tramp before scooping him some breakfast. "No hot sauce for you. Just for the human baby," you told him, holding your hand near your belly button as Rose started doing her somersaults. "You're up late this morning," you told her, deciding you better stop in the bathroom one more time before you even attempted the short drive to work with her bouncing on your bladder.

As soon as you were done and walked back through your bedroom, you eyed your bed longingly. "No," you told it, turning away from temptation and walking out to your red Bronco in the driveway. You backed out past the other Bradley's truck and drove to base.

You were already hungry again by the time you got there. When you turned the corner to your office, you found Maria standing next to your door. "Are you waiting for me?" you asked, and her gaze snapped up to yours. "I'm surprised you're here this early with Bob blowing your back out twenty-four hours a day." Tears filled her eyes instantly, and you rushed toward her. "Oh my god, Maria, what's wrong?"

She let you pull her into an awkward hug with your belly in the way, and she sobbed instead of responding with words, so you let her cry. She had been preoccupied at brunch with you and Cam, but she definitely hadn't been like this at all. If anything, she'd seemed like she was lost in a dream world with her French toast the other day.

She sniffed and managed to whisper, "Bob's being deployed for some special mission. He just texted me. He's leaving the day after Christmas."

"Oh," you gasped, rubbing her back as she cried. This would be the first time her boyfriend was deployed since they started hooking up a few months ago. They would be fine. You knew they would. But you recalled all too easily what it was like when Bradley was gone when you and he were first dating. It made you feel sick to recall the feelings of self doubt and uncertainty, especially now that your daughter would be arriving in three months.

You were about to tell Maria that Bob's deployment would feel terrible but wouldn't last forever when she said, "I have to break up with him."

"Pardon?" you asked, completely thrown by what she said. "I thought you were in love with him."

"I am," she cried as you finally unlocked your door with her clinging to you and managed to get her inside. "But I can't tell him that now. We've been taking things a little slower after taking things really fast right after he moved in."

You were trying your best to piece everything together, but it just wasn't all fitting in your mind. "That's good," you said gently. "So why would you have to dump him? You love him, and he'd be coming back to you and the apartment when he gets home?"

She looked at you and shook her head. "I can't expect him to go months and months without having sex. We do it like at least once a day," she whispered as tears flowed down her cheeks. "Maybe he'd agree to take a break? I don't know. But I can't get upset when he wants to hook up with someone else on the aircraft carrier."

You felt like your eyes were going to bug out. "Maria, I really don't think you should be hasty here."

She just shrugged in your arms before pulling away from you and wiping at her tears. "You're so lucky you have Bradley." She left you standing there, unsure what to say.

---------------------------

All of the holiday decorations had Bradley a little stressed out. Some of his neighbors had lights on the palm trees in their yards, and there was even a tree inside the guard house. He could remember very little about his dad, but Bradley could remember everything his mom did until he died. For the life of him, the one thing that escaped him was how she made even the most basic things feel magical.

She must have done it effortlessly, because he never took the time to look behind the proverbial curtain to see how it was done. There were always presents under their little Christmas tree even though he realized after she was gone that it must have been a struggle. And now Bradley wasn't sure how he was going to do the same when it all just seemed so stressful.

He snorted as he made his way across the tarmac to the tower. All you said you wanted for Christmas was a babymoon trip and a million orgasms. But you could have asked him for either of those on any day, and he would have given them to you. He needed to find something else for you, too.

"Are you having a baby shower?"

Bradley looked up to find his best friend was looking at him as soon as he walked into the rec room to get a drink. "Good morning to you, too," he said, reaching past her into the refrigerator.

"You need to have one, okay?" she said. "Your wife will like it."

Bradley felt a little more anxious, because he was going to have to admit he was clueless when it came to this topic as well. "Isn't that something her mom should do?"

Nat rolled her eyes. "That's a lot for her mom to handle when she lives on the other side of the country."

He cleared his throat. "Well, what do you even know about baby showers?"

"More than you," she said easily. "Which is why I'll take care of it."

Bradley sighed in relief. "You're not going to give me a hard time about this?"

"Of course not. When have I ever done that sort of thing?"

"Literally since the first time I met you," he muttered as she walked away. But he knew he had nothing to worry about; Nat would make sure you had exactly what you wanted or needed in any scenario.

A minute later, when he got called out to the tarmac, he found his best friend wrapping Bob up in a hug. While he wasn't invited into the conversation, he could hear the dreaded word 'deployment' as he walked past on his way to his jet, leaving him to assume Bob got a notification this morning. Poor Bob, but at least it wasn't him for once.

When he took to the air, Bradley immediately felt a bit calmer. He would figure out how to take care of everything with you by his side. He would make things special for Rosie in his own way. He could share all the things with her that he loved about his mom.

But the thing that calmed Bradley down most of all was arriving in the cafeteria for lunch in time to see you. "Sweetheart!" he called out, cutting in front of Jake and Javy to get to you faster. You had a burrito bowl in one hand and a bunch of little packets of hot sauce in the other, and you still looked cute in your tent uniform. Your face lit up when you saw him, and even though he reeked of jet fuel, you let him give you a hug.

"Do you know where Bob is?" you asked after you kissed him on the cheek. "He and I need to have a conversation."

Bradley ran his hand along your belly, hoping to feel a little thump from the Nugget. "I think he's been notified about a deployment," Bradley muttered.

"I know he has," you replied with strong annoyance in your tone. "Oh, there he is," you said, looking past Bradley. "Excuse me, Roo." You kissed him and added, "I love you, but I need to take care of this. I'll see you at home later when you're going down on me?"

Bradley nearly choked as he muttered, "Okay," while Jake and Javy clearly tried to hide their surprised and amused laughter.

You hurried off in Bob's direction as Javy said, "Nobody better try to call Rooster tonight."

"Silence your cell phone," Jake said, clapping Bradley on the back while he blushed. "Eat your lunch but save room for dinner."

"Fuck," Bradley grumbled, walking away from them as they laughed. Just for that, he'd make sure he was on his A game at home. He'd also have to remind you that your voice tends to carry when you're annoyed.

-----------------------------

You set your lunch down across from Bob at one of the small tables with only two seats. He smiled as you slid into the chair opposite him, and he greeted you by name. Then he cleared his throat and asked, "You're not sitting with Bradley today?"

You followed his gaze to where your husband was sitting with Nat and Mickey. "Nope. I wanted to sit with you."

"Okay," he replied, still smiling. "But I'm actually waiting for Maria?"

"She's not coming."

His smile started to fade. "She's not?"

"She's not," you confirmed. "She told me you're getting deployed soon." When he nodded, you asked, "Do you like having a girlfriend?"

His smile was back. "I like having Maria as my girlfriend."

You were shaking your head as you started emptying packet after packet of green hot sauce onto your lunch. "And are you planning on sleeping around while you're gone?"

"No." His voice sounded hoarse, and his face went pale.

"Glad to hear that," you told him as you rammed your fork into your burrito bowl.

"Why would you think I'd want to do that?" he asked, leaning a little closer to you, his brow creased in concern.

"I'm not the one thinking it. You better ask yourself why Maria might think you'd want to do that."

Bob's eyes went wide even as he blushed bright pink. "I don't know... I thought she knew how happy I am. I told her she makes me crazy... I said... I s-said I want to go at it all the time now. I've never been with someone like her." You shoved a bite of food into your mouth and chewed it up while he processed his words. "Wait... does she think I'm like obsessed with getting laid? Because I'm certain I'm just obsessed with her."

You nodded as you swallowed, proud of him for piecing it together so quickly. "Seems that way. You have about a week to put in some legwork if you don't want her to break up with you." In an instant, you were left with Bob's abandoned tray as your only lunch companion, and when he didn't return, you ate his breadsticks and baked pasta.

This was turning out to be the longest day imaginable, and when you finally climbed into your Bronco to head home, you were yawning. Then when you pulled into the driveway, not only was your Bradley not home yet, the other Bradley was still working. You grumbled as you made your way inside, where he was hammering something upstairs; you couldn't even start taking your horrible uniform off in the living room after you opted to wear it home today to get here faster.

When you let Tramp out of the laundry room and sent him to the backyard, you were fighting the urge to take your shirt off and walk through the house topless with every fiber of your being. You made it to your bedroom before tearing it from your body along with your uniform pants. You eyed the bed. You were tired enough to get in and stay there, but you wanted your reward for making it through the day.

"Takeout and head," you whispered, nodding in the mirror with a grin. You turned from side to side, examining your belly and your breasts. Rose was moving a lot today, so much so that you almost noticed it more when she took a break. And your boobs did look pretty nice. You took your bra off and added it to the laundry pile, and that's when your husband walked in.

"I brought pizza, Sweetheart," he said before his lips parted in soft surprise. "You trying to get started without me?" he groaned, reaching for his belt.

You bit your lip, and shook your head. "Do you think we should wait until the other Bradley leaves?" you asked, earning a devilish smirk from your husband.

"Didn't stop us last week when we had sex in the laundry room while he was working. And it didn't stop you from sucking my cock while he was here the week before." You squeaked as he smacked you on the butt and whispered, "You promised me I could have your pussy the second I got home."

"Did I?" you asked, climbing onto the bed, and he was right there with you, hovering over your body as you stretched out. When he nodded, you said, "Then I guess it's all yours, Roo."

But that wasn't even where he stopped first, and you shouldn't have been surprised. His lips met the valley between your very perky breasts while he unzipped his pants. Then you watched him rut gently into the bed as he licked and sucked on you. He had some particular fascination with your chest right now, and he was almost reverent in the way he touched you.

The sounds of hammering and soft music playing from upstairs were really doing it for you. Getting nasty while you weren't quite alone was always enough to get you going, but on top of that, your husband was so turned on by your weird pregnant body. You felt like a queen as he plucked at one nipple and then the other with his lips, leaving your skin damp to the cool air. Your nipples were furled into tight peaks as he whimpered your name.

"I can't get enough," he murmured, letting his mustache scrape along your sensitive skin. Your hips bucked from the bed as he let his teeth graze your nipple. "Where do you want my mouth?" he asked, meeting your eyes even as his tongue darted out to trace the undersides of your breasts.

"On my pussy," you gasped.

"I can't hear you."

"On my pussy!" you cried out, and he smiled that wicked smile again.

"Now everyone knows," he growled, leaning on his forearms and treating you to the flex of his biceps as he pushed your thighs apart and settled in.

---------------------------

Bradley had one perfect tit in each hand and his face buried in your soaking pussy. Each time he thought you were getting close, he lazily kissed along your dainty rooster tattoo and up to your belly. Once he even paused to say hello to his daughter while you dug your heel into his back and begged him incoherently to put his mouth back on your clit. And he did so with a smile.

Was he rock hard? Yes. Would he love to cum right now? Absolutely. Was he enjoying every second of the way your body felt and tasted? Definitely. Could he wait until he got you off to let himself unload? For sure.

Your tits were getting bigger and more enticing by the day. And your swollen belly was clearly all his doing. He was grinding his cock into the bed as he slid his hands down to your thighs, spreading you a little wider as he licked all around both of your holes until you were whining his name.

"Fuck," he grunted. Bradley Ross had just turned off his radio. That meant he was getting ready to head out for the day, which also meant the hammering had stopped. You were getting loud as hell as Bradley pressed his nose to your clit and lapped up your wetness. He was only concerned for a split second about your volume before he decided to just carry on. It wasn't like the contractor hadn't seen how hot you were with his own two eyes. Nobody could blame a man for getting at his own wife as much as possible, especially one with massive, pregnant tits and the prettiest face imaginable.

"Roo!" you moaned when he wrapped his lips around your clit. "Let me come, Daddy."

You were tired. He could hear it in your voice. The bedding was a little damp from the mess you and he were making, and his jaw truly was starting to ache. When you released the bedding with your left hand, Bradley could see the sparkle of your engagement ring before you dragged your fingers through his hair.

Okay, now he needed to get off pretty badly, so he slipped two fingers inside you, and as soon as he did, you came. "Damn," he grunted against your clit before circling you with his flat tongue as you rode his hand and yanked his hair. You were riding him as he pushed on the back of your thigh until he couldn't take it any longer.

He barked out your name as he got to his knees and thrust his cock inside your overstimulated pussy as you were coming down from your orgasm, and that just made you come for him a little more as you shook your head back and forth on the pillow. One more deep thrust, and he came too, with his hands on your tits and sweat dripping down the back of his neck.

When you opened your eyes, you had the most serene look on your face. Bradley kissed the tip of your nose as he pulled his cock free and grunted. "You know, the guys heard your little pussy eating comment at lunch today."

"Oops," you giggled, running your fingers softly over your tits as he stood up and started fixing his clothing.

"I got roasted for it all afternoon." But he was all smiles, because he really wouldn't have it any other way. "Come out and get some cold pizza when you're ready. I'm going to see how it's coming along upstairs."

You just nodded, and Bradley took one more look at the messy creampie he gave you before vanishing out into the hallway and closing the door behind him. The Craftsman smelled like sawdust and fresh paint, and he was really hoping the project would be completed in the next few days so your parents could sleep up there during their stay. Otherwise he might have to gag you during sexual activities, and he was only half joking in his mind.

Bradley Ross was carrying a paint can and some rollers down the stairs, heading right for the front door. "Have a good night," he called out, barely pausing to get through the door. Perhaps he'd heard your beautiful chorus of moaning. Didn't matter, but Bradley had hoped to ask him how much longer he thought the project would be. Instead he climbed the stairs to investigate for himself.

It looked incredible, and it seemed like a lot had been accomplished today. Two bedrooms of identical size were both primed and ready for paint. The hardwood flooring looked perfect, and the new windows were letting so much natural light in. The bathroom wasn't large, but it did have a tub and a single sink vanity, and the tiles you picked out looked pretty.

He shut all the lights off and headed back down to the kitchen where you were wearing a pair of his underwear with a maternity tank top, dunking a slice of pizza in some hot sauce. "How's it looking?" you asked. He knew you were talking about the attic, but he couldn't help himself as he grabbed a slice from the box.

"It's looking sexy and pregnant and like it just had an orgasm." You burst into laughter as he added, "The project upstairs looks good, too."

--------------------------------

Later that week, you got a vague text from Bradley letting you know that he'd be late getting home from work. You were expecting maybe he'd be home around six or seven, just in time to help you wrap the presents you ordered for your parents, but he didn't get home until almost eight, long after Bradley Ross left for the day.

He was quiet and looked contemplative when he walked in. "Hi," you called out from where you were sitting on the couch, and he finally met your gaze. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He made his way over to you. "Mav just wanted to chat. Is there any pizza left?"

He kissed you before heading to the kitchen, and you stared after him. "Of course there's no pizza left. I'm pregnant. And are you being weird on purpose? Why are you three hours late getting home?"

You watched as he started to pour a bowl of cereal in silence, and you weren't sure if he was even listening to you. When you made your way into the kitchen, he finally said, "There's a potential job opportunity. Remember when I filled in for a few days here and there as an instructor?" When you nodded he took a bite of cereal before continuing. "Mav seems to think I could do more of that type of shit."

Your eyes went wide at the prospect of fewer deployments for him. "That might be a good opportunity," you told him, still unsure exactly where he stood on the topic.

He just shrugged and said, "It's certainly something to think about, Sweetheart. Wouldn't really be happening until a few months from now, but I'm going to keep the conversation going with Mav."

It was then that you realized he looked exhausted. "Want to take a shower with me? I could wash your hair."

Your husband moaned softly and set his empty bowl in the sink. "Hell yes. Absolutely."

Within three minutes, you had your hands coated in shampoo, and you were working them through his thick hair while he felt around your belly, hoping to feel the baby kick. "I feel like I barely got to spend any time with her this week," he whispered with a pout. "Where's my Nugget?"

You felt her give a little thump, as if she knew he was right there waiting for her. You quickly placed his hand a little higher, and he sighed in contentment. "Hey, Rose. Daddy's tired. Can we all snuggle in bed soon?" She seemed to squirm in response. "Your grandparents are coming to visit tomorrow."

"And the attic conversion should be done tomorrow, too," you told him. "That's what the other Bradley said when he was leaving today."

"Amazing. Merry Christmas to us."

You practically tucked him into bed as soon as he was dried off, but he kept reaching for you to join him. "I need to let Tramp out. I'll be right back." You walked through the kitchen and past the refrigerator which was covered in ultrasound photos. Then you straightened up a little bit while Tramp ran around the yard. By the time you got back to the bedroom, Bradley had fallen asleep with the Nugget Notebook open on his chest and a pen in his hand. You took a peek to see what he had written.

Hey, Rosie. It's almost Christmas. I'm not really good at celebrating holidays, but your mom is. Her parents are, too. I'm hoping I'll kind of figure this whole thing out once you get here. I'm thinking you'll make everything more fresh and fun for your old man. We can get better at things together.

--------------------------------

You were more than ready for a few days off. When you left work on December twenty-first, you reminded Cat that you planned on dropping off some gifts for Jeremiah over the weekend. When you got to the parking garage, you saw Maria and Bob making out next to his truck. He had her hands pinned above her head, and she was all smiles. You felt immediately better.

You knew the plan for the evening, and so did Bradley. Your parents were landing in San Diego at 6:15, and you assured them that you'd be there to pick them up. When you got home from work, Bradley Ross was finishing some details upstairs, and you were delighted by what you saw when you went to have a look.

"It's perfect," you gushed, looking around the space. The one bedroom was almost ready for your mom and dad. Someone would just need to make the bed later. The bathroom was shiny and bright and lovely, ready to be used. The second bedroom still had some wet paint, but you planned on just closing that door for a few days. "Let me write you a check for the balance," you told your contractor when he was about ready to leave. "I'll meet you in the kitchen."

After you wrote out the check, you waited for both Bradleys while you dipped some grapes in hot sauce. It was almost time to leave for the airport, and you still needed to change out of your uniform tent. You undid the top few buttons and played with your necklace charms, and as soon as Bradley Ross walked downstairs with the rest of his supplies, you rushed his way.

"Here's what we owe you. Thanks again for squeezing us into your schedule so close to the holidays."

"I hope you are happy with the outcome for many years to come," he told you with a smile.

"It looks so good, I'll definitely refer my friends to you for any projects in the future."

"Thank you, Mrs. Bradshaw."

You didn't bother correcting him when he didn't use your hyphenated last name, because as soon as he walked outside, you had your shirt off and you were rushing toward your bedroom. But as soon as you passed your mirror on your bra on the way to the closet, you paused and smiled. Your husband would love a little treat in his text messages; it had been ages since you sent him something dirty.

You snapped a photo of your boobs as they were hugged by the black lace. Then you took your bra off, covering your nipples with your hand and forearm before snapping another. Then you removed your arm and took one last picture of your breasts complete with tightly furled nipples. You expected that your husband would run into the house begging for a quickie before heading to the airport. The thought of his flushed cheeks and raspy voice made you giggle as you attached the photos and texted them away.

His hyperfixation was so fun for you right now, and you started to wonder if he was going to be as excited by your boobs after the baby was born. Would he be interested in the breastfeeding process?

"Hey, Baby Girl."

You turned toward the doorway as you straightened your sports bra and pulled an oversized shirt on. "Hi," you said, trying to play coy, but just grinning wildly instead.

"You ready to go get your mom and dad?"

"Yeah... almost. You looked down at his gym shorts where you could see the outline of his phone in his pocket. You pouted a bit when you had to ask, "Did you like the photos I texted to you?"

His brow furrowed as he patted his pocket. "What photos?"

You sighed. "The ones I sent like five minutes ago."

You watched as he unlocked his phone and started to shake his head. "I don't have any messages from you since lunchtime. What was it?"

"Thee pictures of my massive tits," you told him as you reached for his phone. But when you checked, they definitely weren't there. "Maybe I didn't tap send?" you murmured picking your phone up from the bed.

Bradley's arms wrapped around you from behind, and you could hear the smile in his voice when he whispered, "Can't wait to see them for myself." But you froze and tried to shake him off as your stomach lurched.

"Oh no. No no no no no!"

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?"

You handed him your phone and covered your eyes as you started to panic. Apparently you hadn't tapped on Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3 in your contacts. After you started typing his name, you must have accidentally selected Bradley Ross as the recipient. "Bradley! I sent them to the other Bradley!"

His eyes bugged out as he saw the photos in the message for himself. "You sent our contractor pictures of your tits!"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" you shrieked. "They were for you! What are we supposed to do now?!"

He pocketed both phones, heaved a deep, exhausted sigh and muttered, "I'm going to have nothing but fucking gray hair after this, I swear to god." Then he rushed from the room and you followed him long enough to watch him grab his keys and run out to his Bronco.

-----------------------------

Checking in with Maria and Bob was dramatic. Like damn. At least BG got to eat his lunch. And now we have the great Bradley mix-up to contend with. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 8

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

@chassy21

@solacestyles

@daisyhollyxox

@blog-name6996

@bcon24

@avada-kedavra-bitch-187

@katiebby04

@marantha

@averyhotchner

@abaker74

@heli991113

@k-k0129

@noz4a2

@shanimallina87

@little-wiseone

@ccbb2222

@xoxabs88xox

@thedroneranger

@cherrycola27

@fanboyswhore9

@xomrsalliej4787xo

@desert-fern

@horseslovers2016

@mattyskies

@hookslove1592

@blahehblah

@sadpetalsstuff

@local-spidey

@schoollover

@lex-winchester

@magicalmorg

@nicole01-23

@jessicab1991

@happyrebelruins

@samsgoddess

@ughthisisntright

@bellaireland1981

@sagittarius-flowerchild

@mygyn

@yuckosworld

@daggerspare-standingby

@nessjo

@trickphotography2

@lyn-js

@marve2014

@furiousladyking

514 notes · View notes

corvidae-00 · 1 year ago

Note

Joost Klein x drunk!reader in the club🎉🎉🥳 (but she’s like messy drunk and probably needs to be cut off)

A/n: MY FIRST REQUEST 😭😭 THANK YOU ANON! I had tons of fun writing this for you! I hope you like it 😭

CW: weed, drinking, throwing up, swearing, clubbing, LET ME KNOW IF I MISS ANYTHING!!!!!

Word count: 1,297

Getting drunk was something that wasn't the norm for you, not that you didn't drink but you always were lenient at getting DRUNK. But it was a good night, Your boyfriend and his group had just finished a concert that went super well and with adrenaline and energy still high everyone decided the night club was a good location to let loose and enjoy the rest of the night while its young. You of course decided to let loose a little- just a little tonight seeing as your boyfriend Joost was so ecstatic and you had so much energy from being in the crowd who was loud and very very expressive tonight. The club was surprisingly packed and that just added to the excitement even more. “We are going to have a good night, yes?’ your boyfriend whispered into your ear leaning down and kissing your cheek with a smile “of course” you reach back to run your fingers through his hair that was still damp from the many water bottles he had poured over himself to cool down. He shudders and sighs into your ear before standing up and stretching a little looking over at his friends and back over at you sliding you his card from his wallet “Get yourself something to drink- i might lay off the alcohol tonight-” he thinks to himself deciding a few cigarettes and maybe a joint or two sounded a lot better than getting drunk and dealing with a hangover ontop of exhaustion the next morning “then come meet us over there-” he points over at a little less crowded part of the club “maybe me and you can test the dance floor” Joost winks leaning down to kiss both your cheeks which you accepted before catching his lips in a quick kiss “Ill be over in a second” You hummed “Save me a seat-” you requested stepping back towards the crowded bar. Joost smirks and pats his thigh with a wink “you always have one if you ask” He purrs and you can feel your face flush before waving him off “go sit down” You chuckle before turning on your heel going towards the bar ignoring the cat call your boyfriend sends your way but you cant ignore the small smile and a laugh making its way up your throat.

You dont actually know what happened. One drink turned into two before you could stop and then three- you knew you were supposed to go back to meet up with Joost and your friend but the drink you randomly picked out was just- so good- and before you could even step away you had finished the glass and got another. Clearly the alcohol in the drink was a lot stronger than what you were used too as you began to get fuzzy and eager for the next drink- the bartender not realizing how quickly your tolerance was dwindling- and you were also admittedly not aware of how quickly your once steady standing turned unsteady and how quickly vomiting sounded pretty nice, on your 8th glass you ended up leaning on the counter to support yourself drunkenly singing along to the fast paced dutch song blasting out of the stereos at the head of the club- the people around you joining in on your own little concert you didn't even realize was pretty loud. Ordering another drink unable to even lift your arm without feeling tingly or nauseous you felt a hand grab your shoulder “I have a boyfriend you fuck-” You whip your head around and look at the chest that greets you “Ugh men-” You slur and look up at concerned blue eyes “ shit schat- your fucking hammered” Joost mutters smelling the sweet alcoholic drink on your breath “How much did you have?” he questions a little worried as you blink and then giggle a little “You are so hot-” you mutter falling into his arms a little “how did i bag a beauty like youuuu~” you giggle running your fingers over his shoulders and Joost wraps his arms around your waist to support your unsteady weight “so warm” You flutter your eyelashes at him closing your eyes and humming in content “You are drunk” Joost hums smiling down at you a little “How did you get so drunk- i leave you alone for a few minutes” He raises a brow not an ounce of anger or disappointment in his voice- if anything he is amused- you dont ever get drunk so what was different today? Joost reaches behind you grabbing your half drank beverage and taking a swig surprised at the intensity of the Alcohol count “Holy shit-” He blinks and looks down at you “i didnt know you were that hardcore” He laughs dodging your hands which are now trying to touch his face in sheer admiration “it’s nuuthing” you giggle out running your fingers through his hair “mmsoft” you chuckle letting Joost gently pull you away from the bar after confirming with the tender the bill was payed not worried about the expenses. Joost tugs you along letting you drag your feet every now and again not too worried about how heavy you were as you werent heavy at all to him, just a cute bundle of drunken mumblings and yelling at women who even look at Joost- threatening to fight them outside even if you couldnt stand by yourself- your threats or reasonings for being mad not even making sense and thus causing your blonde boyfriend to sheepishly wave and look down at you with slight amusement. Once outside Joost lets you get some fresh air, the club too stuffy and heavy to even think straight let alone feel better after getting hammered. “I dont feel good” you finally slur out hanging your head in defeat “i dont doubt it mijn liefje” he whispers to you rubbing your back before quickly pulling your hair up letting you throw up the insane amount of alcohol in your body. Joost winces and rubs your back with his free hand. You blink slowly once you are able to stand up straight, “Ugh” you groan out holding your head and Joost takes out some napkins he had in his back pocket to wipe your mouth and shake his head “we should get you back to the apartment” Joost offers and you pout “But the night is still younggg” you whine and joost takes your arm wrapping it over his shoulders careful to lean down so he doesnt hurt or stretch your arm out “theres always another night” He hums to you and starts leading you away towards your shared home careful and slow listening to your slurred complaints and compliments mixed in always something about how wonderful his hair looks or how special he is to her.

When they get home Joost is quick to lay you down in the bed and get your shoes off and changing your flimsy drunk figure into a pair of soft pajamas. He kisses your cheek and laughs softly “you are so cute” He admits standing up straight “No you are” You retaliate looking up at him and giggling. Joost quickly leaves the room and comes back with a glass of cold water and sets it down on the night stand before climbing into bed with you discarding his shirt and scooping you towards him. “Feeling any better?” he questions running his fingers through your hair “jus a lil” you mumble snuggling yourself into him the room spinning slightly “Thats okay, ill take care of you tomorrow” Joost hums leaning over and turning the lamp off “Just take it easy” He kisses your forehead “and next time there is alcohol im monitoring you” He jokes laughing at your groans of disagreement

Dutch meaning: schat- babe. Mijn liefje- my darling

A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY FIRST JOOST FIC!!! Keep the requests coming!!! I love writing for this man

#joost klein #x reader #joost klein x reader #joost klein fluff #joost klein fanfic #joostice #joost klein x you

392 notes · View notes

wedgedintight · 3 months ago

Text

The eggs of the parasites needed a warm acidic environment in order to hatch. The human stomach seemed like a great choice of environment. They laid their eggs and transferred them into some food at an open cafeteria. The eggs were on their own now.

Sam loved college. He loved learning, he loved the clubs, he loved the dorms and most of he loved the caf. He loved being free from his almond moms health food. She warned him he would gain the freshman 15 if he didn't keep to the strict diet plan she had laminated for him. He had abandoned it the moment her car pulled out of view.

Lard soaked french fries, velveeta cheese nachos, chilli dogs, soft serve machines on tap! He had died and gone to food heaven. And strangely, he didn’t seem to be putting on weight. If anything, he seemed to be losing weight...

Inside his stomach, the first microscopic eggs hatched in the warm, hydrocloric acid of the stomach. The dozen or so to hatch quickly ate the eggs that were slower to hatch and grew bigger and strangers with their first meal. They used their sharp, barbed tails to attach themselves to the top half of the stomach so they wouldn’t get sucked down the Pyloric Sphincter at the bottom of the stomach. Every meal Sam ate, the little leeches took their share as well. The high calorie food causing them to grow bigger and fatter over the next few weeks. By November, the formerly microscopic creatures were about half an inch long and as wide around as a ping pong ball. With 9 of them left of the original hundreds, space was starting to get cramped.

Sam guessed his mother had been right after all. Although he still had not gained weight, he felt bloated and tiered all the time. His stomach always felt full even though his body felt like he hadn’t eaten all week. He was so bloated he could hardly even enjoy the food any more, hardly eating 6 fries before feeling full and nauseous and yet still weak with hunger. The soft serve ice cream seemed to be the only thing his body actually got any nourishment from, weirdly enough so he always made sure to get a huge cup at every meal. Maybe he should find his moms stupid meal plan and give that a shot. Anything that could help his stomach feel better.

The parasites where bigger now and hungrier but there was less and less food for them as Sam was too bloated to eat much and each of the parasites competed for the food that was left. Solid food almost never made it out of Sam’s stomach.

Sam was in the studio late at night trying to finish up a painting for the next days art class. He was snacking on almonds. He was cold and tired and dizzy from lack of calories but having a hard time making himself eat past the too full feeling of his stomach. He threw one in the air and swallowed it whole, just to make it more fun.

The parasites all watched the whole almond drop into the stomach. They all unlatched from the side of the stomach and made a huge pile of writhing fighting bodies trying to push eachother out of the way to get at the huge (if you arent much bigger than a golf ball) meal. But Sams stomach was so hungry that the almond was already being sucked into the sphincter at the bottom. The biggest parasite of them all pushed the others aside and dove head first into the sphincter, catching the almond in his teeth, he grinned wide and ate it. It was huge, way to big for such a small thing to each at in one sitting, let alone in one swallow, but the fat giant greedy bug didn’t care. It was hard but he was determined. He stretched and stretched his mouth wider and wider like a snake, swallowing as hard as he could. Finally, it slid down his throat and into his stomach. It would have. Except his stomach was squeezed in half by the sphincter.

He had noticed, but had not cared before, when he was only able get part of the way through the sphincter. It had not mattered the that the widest part of his body was stuck on the other side. All that mattered was his prize. But now it seemed to matter a great deal. His fat bulbous stomach was squished on one side of the sphincter and his meal was still on the other!!!

He had to get out! He thrashed his tail widely, trying to go back up but the almond in his throat made that impossible. As he thrashed, he started to feel pressure building on his back half squeezing his tail and stomach flat against the top of the sphincter.

Sams stomach cramped just as he was adding the next stroke to his painting, causing the paintbrush to slash violently over several inches of canvas. He bent over sideways at the sudden pain in right side. Taking extremely shallow breaths, he tried and failed to relax his right hand that had clenched in pain. All the muscles on his right side contracted in pain as his guts moved around. It felt like someone was poking his stomach from the inside. It felt like his guts where doing Irish River Dancing. His body hunched over, bent to over to the right in a weird C shape and he worried he wouldn’t be able to keep his balance much longer. Unable to regain control of himself, he fell onto the hard floor with an oof.

The fall joseled his stomach and he started dry heaving but nothing came out. Inside his stomach, the other parasites panicked. The biggest one was stuck in the bottom sphincter and the pressure in the stomach had started rising. The walls produced more and more acid, the muscles of the stomach contracting and cramping trying to push the blockage through. The other parasites tried ramming their brother in the back side like little slug shaped bbs, launching their tiny bodies at his fat back half. But he was way to wide to fit. Then, suddenly, their whole world tipped sideways and the stomach let out the most powerful contraction yet and the parasites were thrown into the other sphincter, the body trying to get rid of them one way or another. Now a smaller slug was stuck bend sideways in the top sphincter.

The fall had done some good however. It dislodged the almond from the throat of the fat one and it fell away down the curve of the small intestines. If he could have, he would have cursed fate and cried at the loss of his meal. He was still hungry! But there was nothing he could do. He felt a huge negative pressure pulling at his tail. His chubby face was scrunched up into his neck fat as the stomach pulled and pulled at him. Finally, he popped loose only to find himself alone.

Sam looked in absolute horror at the slug creatures he had just vomited up. If he had had more energy he would have been screaming. As it was, he was just this side of passing out on the floor. Scratch that. He did pass out on the floor.

@boytumms

#parasites cw #parasite kink #stuckage #belly expansion #tummy ache

138 notes · View notes

primeofprimes115 · 8 months ago

Text

Hot and Bothered - Supergirl x Male Reader Smut

Smut 💕

Requested: Yes, from Wattpad

Being the boyfriend of the renowned cousin of the Man of Steel had it's perks... And it's downsides.

The relationship for starters was perfect for the two, Y/N couldn't be anymore happier dating Supergirl, the Girl of Steel herself. Y/N had moved into Kara's own apartment in New York since they announced their relationship to their loved ones.

Kal and Kara's friends and many allies were reluctant on the fact she was dating a normal human being, while Kal was supportive and understanding, considering he's engaged with Lois Lane, many others told her the dangers and cautions she must take when dating someone like Y/N, considering he's human and she isn't.

Her adoptive family however were ecstatic to hear she was engaged in a relationship with a boy, they were happy to hear she was doing well for her own and have noted to wanting to meet the boy she fell for, which was kind of the other way around, he fell for her first.

On Y/N's side of things, his family and friends were happy for him, his parents especially, his mother made it known that the girl he was dating had to get passed her first before she was fully accepted in, which took no time in fact when they finally got to meet her, Linda Lee Danvers was her secret identity, they wouldn't be meeting Supergirl, at least not yet.

The perks of being the boyfriend of Supergirl? It's the flights around anywhere and back to their shared home, the feeling of being safe around her, her warming hugs and jolly attitude that brightens up anyone's day. She'd be the one to say something without ever being afraid, once standing up for Y/N against his ex girlfriend who tried to get him sacked from his job, being both Linda and Supergirl to her advantage against his ex, ultimately being successful in defending him.

She's even saved him from a few encounters from bad folk along the way, ever since Linda entered Y/N's life and found out she was Supergirl all along, his life had changed for the better in a way.

But when it comes to it's downsides of dating the Maiden of Might?

There are times she comes back from work either marked with little bruises or cuts at times, let alone her suit being a little torn in certain types of battles, it was a good thing Y/N knew how to sew alongside Kara, the two were great pairs.

Times where she couldn't make it in time for lunch or dinner, either because she was out in deep space, fighting alongside her allies or on her own to deal with matters in her own hands, but Y/N didn't care if she was late or not, as long as she returned to him, it's all that mattered to him, he knew what he was getting himself into when he began dating Kara.

And also... Her vulnerability to Kryptonite, a rock that radiates a radiation that can be deadly or have different effects depending on the color to Kryptonians, especially Kara Zor-El herself. Y/N hadn't known much about it until he saw the green rock he had found laying on the ground begin to make her feel all woozy, dizzy and nauseous during her heroic efforts to stop a rampaging robotic monstrosity in Central Park, it was stated that the monstrosity was powered by green Kryptonite as its power source.

But a new vulnerability had been added to her list of weaknesses... You.

She didn't know why, but the fact was that Y/N made her feel so vulnerable to touch, like all of her strength had been eased in a way, sometimes she felt like her body was on fire typically speaking when she'd feel his touch in certain areas of her body.

It all had built up to the point she couldn't take it anymore, deciding to take it a step further and give herself to him, the two done the deed first in the sky at her request, with her keeping him up with her, before they finished in the bedroom after what seemed to be two hours of love-making... And the two may have broke a sofa during that period of time.

It had been a few weeks since those events, Y/N was currently coming home from work, while Supergirl had arrived back home after a strange encounter while fighting alongside her allies on a mission.

A strange form of Kryptonite that was the color of a periwinkle blue and violet had been found and Kara was exposed to it, upon taking down the threat, she was requested to be checked up upon and whatever the scans showed, it didn't really do much at all to her body, she didn't feel weak or nauseous, she did feel... A little different however after she opted to return home.

And it soon began to show as she was flying back home to New York, the thought of Y/N in her head with dirty thoughts came to mind, she didn't know where they came from, but she began to suddenly feel that way about him, feeling all flustered, bothered and hot even.

Upon returning, she couldn't keep the thoughts contained and immediately went to her shared wardrobe with her boyfriend, and pulled out a spare, unused suit she hasn't even used before, but she only kept it for a "special" occasion, it reminded her of her old blouse outfit, only that it was more revealing than the original. The family House of El crest on the right hand side of her right breast.

Her super hearing kicked in once she heard her boyfriend's voice. "Yeah! Cheers for the lift, mate! See you next week!" he called out to the driver, a work friend of his. He had arrived home earlier than he's supposed to be.

What she didn't know was that her ally, Batgirl aka Barbara Gordon had texted Y/N that Kara was exposed to a new form of Kryptonite earlier before she began flying back to their home, which had made Y/N worried and called to get an early leave, coming up with an excuse that "my girlfriend's fallen ill and has no one to help her", his boss fortunately took the excuse and allowed him go home, being picked up by his work friend who drove him home after.

She quickly put on the short cape that was with her outfit, adjusted the hot pants and boots with heels before she quickly looked at herself in a mirror, whatever her actions were now? It could be the periwinkle Kryptonite causing her to do this, and she knew this, she hadn't felt this hot and bothered like this before.

Her super hearing kicked in again, now overhearing her boyfriend rush up the stairs in quick effort.

"Perfect!" Kara said with a smile on her face, striking a hands to hips pose before driving one of her hands up her bare legs. Turning around to see the back of herself, eyes falling on the yellow S on her cape and then the hot pants where she shook her ass for a second "Now, time to surprise my boyfriend!".

She walked toward and stood just around the corner as soon as she heard the door opening after a minute, in came her boyfriend who closed the door behind him after placing down his bag onto the ground. Kara may work as an on and off actress, Y/N worked as an electrical engineer full-time, only working from Mondays to Thursdays every week.

"Babe! You okay?! Babs messaged about what happened" he called out, worried about her which warmed her heart.

"Oh, I'm okay" she walked past the corner, revealing herself before striking a pose, flicking her cape and hair the next. She watched as her boyfriend's eyes widen after he blinked, his jaw beginning to drop at the sight of his girlfriend in a new-ish suit, one she hadn't used yet...

Until now...

"Hey gorgeous, I've been waiting for you ~" she gave out a flirtatious smirk toward her beloved, who was trying to catch his breath at the unexpected surprise waiting for him through the door.

For a moment, he thought Babs was pulling a prank on him by telling him Kara was affected by the new form of Kryptonite she was exposed to earlier, but there was the note of unidentified effects that Barbara had told him, telling him to be cautious and message back if anything happens, she'd be on her way to give Kara a dose to rid of the effects if it's bad.

"Uh... I-I... Wow" he wasn't sure what to say, a moment to soon, she had already gotten close to him by using super speed, a gentle whoosh blew his hair back as a devious smirk still played across the girl's face.

"You like what you see, baby? ~" she asked him, placing her hands on her breasts half covered by her opened blouse, rubbing and massaging them as Y/N felt himself began to heat up at the sight of his girlfriend in this new-ish look. "I had it sitting around, just for you ~" she teased him by removing the blue fabric for just a moment to show off the rest of her tits, giving him a little wink after before covering them again.

He still wasn't sure what to say, he was worried of course, Kara hadn't acted like this before, usually she'd be cuddly and give him a gentle peck on the cheek and lips, asking about his day at work. "Uh... I, *nervous chuckle*, I'm not even sure what to say. But you were exposed to -"

"Sshh, I know" she placed a finger on his lips, shushing him. "And I feel so fucking good right now" she said with a flirtatious tone, driving her body close to his, licking and kissing his neck right on after while keeping her arms around him. "And I'm so fucking horny for you as well, you're mine, all mine ~♡" she growled, pulling her mouth away from his neck to speak before going back in, giving him a hicky to mark him as hers.

"Ohhh, Kara" her real name spilled out of his mouth as she continued kissing and licking his neck. It was then that Supergirl decided to remove Y/N's work hoodie. He had never seen this side of the blonde superhero before, perhaps the "periwinkle Kryptonite" was making her act like this.

The Girl of Steel then levitated off the ground, carrying Y/N with her before flying him slowly to the door, where he collided his back toward the freshly painted door that had been done a few days ago, the feeling of Kara's lips on his neck began to make him feel flustered as he drove his hand through her golden locks, whereas his other hand was on the back end of Kara's small cape, feeling himself afloat by Kara's strength alone, she was up to his eye level at least.

"Oh, Kara! *effort* Babs mentioned I had to tell her about - *satisfied groan* - the effects on you" he made a shot in the dark, whilst Kara was getting a little rough on his neck, beginning to gently bite it, sealing it with little kisses and a lick before she pulled away to look at him in the eyes.

The look of hunger dawned within her sky blue irises, the pair of eyes that Y/N fell in love with before hand, she bit her lip before drawing herself closer to his lips.

"Later" she told him. "But right now... I'm so fucking hot and bothered, that I want, no, I need you" she growled with a flirtatious tone to her words, before smashing her lips against his to make out with him. "And I'm keeping this on" she mumbled into his lips.

All he could do was accept the fact Kara has complete control over the situation right now, and for one? He could care less, it was rather a stressful day at work today, Y/N sure needs this right now, 'perhaps this form of Kryptonite isn't as bad as I thought it'd be on her after all, still I should be cautious'.

Soon he began making out with her too, accepting his fate and obeying his girlfriend, his hands exploring her body before he drove them down to her bare thighs, moans escaped him and Kara as they continued making out, fighting for dominance with their tongues next.

Her one hand drove down into the pants of her boyfriend, beginning to explore the bump that had began to poke her since pinning him to the door of their shared apartment room, she dreamt one day they could get a house together, perhaps in Chicago or nearby New York, just when the time is right of course, and perhaps get married with him as she always wanted to happen one day, settle down, have a kid or two, live a normal life with her career as Supergirl still going maybe.

But right now? She wants him all to herself, she can't shake the feeling of him out of her mind, not since being exposed to the periwinkle Kryptonite earlier. She hears his satisfied groans of pleasure as she ran circles in his pants, tugging his cock.

A big smirk played across her face as she pulled back to give him some air after making out with him in that given time, still holding up afloat against the door, she takes out her hand from his pants to start removing them from his body, Y/N took this opportunity to kick off his shoes while looking his gorgeous girlfriend in the eyes.

He didn't even need to say that he loved him, the both could say it within their own eyes, Kara was hungry for him, too hungry someone would say but to Y/N? He played along with her antics whether they were her own actions mentally or not.

Supergirl bit her lip down hard as his cock was now out, free from his pants and underwear as they dropped down to the ground, right in front of the door, a smirk still playing across her face as she began to stroke it, tease it even, wanting to hear his moans and groans that turns her on more and more.

"Ah, Kara" his hands went around her back, the soft fabric of her cape resting against his hands as he explored the other bits of fabric that was her blouse. It was then that the Girl of Steel shut up his little moans with a kiss that turned into another make out session, still he moaned within her lips as their tongues danced together.

Her actions wanted to warm up his cock first, before she could get the full thing inserted within her clit, the thought made her all wet and horny just thinking about it. She didn't want to get pregnant, not yet but she wanted all his juices inside her, she took precautions to make sure she doesn't get pregnant by taking a pill that could work on her unlike the other pills provided by human doctors. Thank Kryptonian technology for that.

Y/N had never been one to be dominated before, but with Supergirl pinning him to the wall, making him unable to move and obeying her command? He had to admit that it was hot, being dominated by the Maiden of Might was a thought he never thought would happen. Kara was a mature, confident woman who wasn't afraid to flaunt her sexuality if necessary, but only some people have seen her more optimistic and cheerful side, and Y/N was one of those people, most of her friends have seen that side of her too.

He was lucky to have a woman like her, one that wasn't afraid to defend him, shield him even from any harm, thought at times she also risked her secret identity in doing so, she only did it in the name of love and protection for him.

Kara's hand stroked up and down on his cock, the skin pulling back from the tip as she drew her eyes toward his cock with a smirk after pulling back from his lips to give him a breather, a playful grin played across her lips as her eyes drew up to his.

"You like that? Don't you baby? ~" she said with a flirtatious tone in her voice still, stroking his cock up and down, up and down, picking up with speed over time, she last used her super speed to make him cum the last time they made sexual contact, that was their first time. This time, she wanted to tease his cock, warming it up for her to take in the full thing inside her pussy, she yearned for it. "You like it when I stroke your cock? Up and down, over and over, warming it up for the full course".

He nodded his head in a quick motion, notifying her that he was enjoying the hand job she was giving him. "Mhmmm Kara ~" he moaned out, Kara felt his cock in her warm hand begin to pulsate, which was more than ready for her to take in the full thing now.

An excited smile went across her face, getting all giddy about it. She then took him off the door and flew him toward the bedroom, whilst making out with him in the meantime, stroking his cock slowly as she flew toward their shared king-sized bed through memory alone, she managed to not fly into things like last time.

Soon enough, she dropped her boyfriend on the gentle and soft covers, prompting him to remove his shirt that he still had on his body. Supergirl bit her lip upon seeing his body, though she could literally use her x-ray vision to see his toned body and tight 4-pack abs herself, it drove her mad seeing them while a blush appeared on her cheeks as she smiled excitedly.

The Girl of Steel took off her red hot pants with a slow motion, giving Y/N a little show before throwing them to the side, then removing her panties before again throwing them to the side.

It was a good thing she had a smaller cape with this outfit, Y/N could see the perfect ass of his hot superhero girlfriend, she bent over to shake her ass in the air toward him, giving him a little show as a smile went across his face before she give him a little dance, pushing most of her hair to one side along with the dance.

"God, you're hot as fuck" he mumbled out toward her, making her smirk further with a flirtatious look in her expression upon turning around, facing her boyfriend as she levitated over the bed.

"Lie down" she demanded. Looking down at him with authority.

"Yes ma'am" Y/N did as he was told. His cock pointing right up toward her, giving her the nod to float down onto it.

She moved her legs out of the way in a certain position, kicking up her legs as she began to slowly float on down onto him, gently and slowly sitting onto his cock that was sliding inside of Kara's perfectly shaved pussy.

"Oh good golly, yes! ~" she moaned out with a satisfied tone, his cock slid perfectly in her as she began to ride him, moaning through her closed lips, clenching her jaw as Y/N let out a little moan upon her riding him like a cowgirl.

Kara rocked her head back, moans of pleasure escaping from her throat as her mouth began to open in ecstasy as she bounced on his cock up and down, up and down, over and over again with a slow motion, slamming down on him gently.

Y/N kept up with her bounces, pushing himself up as she bounced down on him gently, her head hung low as a hungry look appeared on her face, filled with a lust for his love making. Her eyes caught onto Y/N's as he groaned in pleasure with a little smile across his face.

"Mmm, fuck ~" he moaned out, Kara slamming down on him continuously as blushes appeared on their faces, their moans and groans lapped with each other as the bed began creaking from the Girl of Steel's efforts on riding his cock and her walls getting tighter each bounce.

Kara's short cape billowed behind her as she bounced up and down on his cock, her bounces getting faster each minute as her moans got louder, rocking her head back again with her mouth agape once more.

Y/N's hands soon began to drive up Kara's thighs before resting near her hips, noticing Kara looking back down at him with a lustrous look upon her face as a hungry smile was at the corner of her lips, driven crazy by his cock inside of her as she bounced up and down more roughly, surprisingly not breaking his femur from the way she bounced on him.

Her hands soon drove up to her breasts, pushing away the blue fabric that covered half of her breasts to begin with, showing her boyfriend her tits once again, now freed from the opened blouse, the entire outfit overall made her made her look extremely more attractive than she already was before.

It was funny... He admitted to having both a crush on Supergirl and Linda at the same time, before he found out both were pretty much the same person months ago before they became boyfriend and girlfriend after a few dates.

"Ohhhh Y/N! ~" Kara moaned loudly after five minutes, her ass bouncing off Y/N's thighs as she squatted on Y/N's cock, with her walls getting tighter still around his manhood. "Ohhh, fuuuck, this feels so fucking good~!" she said aloud after a minute, she couldn't care if any neighbors could hear her moans of pleasure, she wanted his juices up inside her, she also wanted to cum so badly.

Minutes had passed, with Y/N's cock beginning to pulsate within Kara's walls, giving her the notification that he was soon about to finish inside her, while his hands driving up to Kara's tits, massaging them thoroughly. Their moans lapping over each other.

"Fuuck, I'm gonna ~" he said through gritted teeth.

"Let's do it together! ~" she suggested with a loud moan.

Within a minute, Y/N pushed himself upwards as Kara did a few more bounces, moans and groans lapped over each other once again, with her moaning his name loudly while she orgasmed, she felt herself finish and his warm juices shoot up into her pussy.

One final groan escaped Y/N as he continued his orgasm, a sigh of satisfaction soon following upon finishing his orgasm inside of his girlfriend.

Soon enough, Kara crashed down on top of him, her tits and body laying atop of his toned body, his hand driving through Kara's golden locks before the two locked lips together for a deep, passionate kiss, his cock still within her pussy.

"Wow *deep breath*, that felt so good" Kara mumbled out with a satisfied breath, panting just a little while she heard his heartbeat racing. "That Kryptonite sure made me feel that way" she noted to herself loudly before pushing herself up from him, using her hands to stabilize herself atop her boyfriend.

A smile drew across his face with satisfaction, still panting from the love-making. "Hi" he greeted upon seeing her brightened up face.

A huge grin appeared on her lips, looking down at him with love on her mind. "Hi!" she greeted back before smashing her lips against his for another deep kiss, that lasted for just a minute before the blonde pulled back to let him breath, her golden hair tickling his torso right after.

"Do me a favor, Y/N, if you don't mind?".

"Yeah? Anything for you, princess" he smiled.

"Don't tell Babs about this? The uh... Effects that weird Kryptonite had on me" she pleaded, going as far to give him pleading eyes. "Let's keep this between us, yeah?".

"Of course" he said without hesitation, before grabbing her hips. "Round two?" he then suggested with a smirk across his face, ready for more. "Work was stressful today after all, and keep that on, you look fucking hot with that on".

A grin appeared on her face, smashing her lips against his again for the third time in a row, making out with him which was her answer to continue their love making...

______________________________________________________________

Fin...

Word Count: 4057

#supergirl #kara zor el #supergirl x male reader #dc supergirl #dc comics #supergirl x reader #male reader #kryptonian #female x male reader #superhero x reader #supergirl x male reader smut #x reader smut #male reader smut #kara zor el x reader #kara zor el x male reader #linda lee danvers

237 notes · View notes

joyful-soul-collector · 4 months ago

Text

Thinking about Jayce and Viktor recovering from Top Surgery.

It took them both a while to actually be able to pay for top surgery as academia doesn't pay a whole lot, but Jayce was insistent that Viktor get his first, and insistent that he help Viktor pay for it since he didn't have other medications or anything to pay for. Viktor does this back with Jayce, who feels awful about it at first because he worries that Viktor is sacrificing too much for him.

Both of them are restless as hell and can't actually let themselves fully rest to recover. Jayce unfortunately is worse because he gets the itch to work in his forge while Viktor can more or less sit down and experiment the same way he always has

Jayce definitely ends up with super stretched scars because of this, might've even popped a stitch at one point because he tried to reach something too high. He doesn't mind it honestly, the popped stitch was nerve wracking but the irregularity in his scars reminds him of the shape of the hex core.

Neither of them got nipple grafts because that makes the healing process last for longer and they wanted to get back to work ASAP. I think Jayce would get realistic nipple tattoos afterwards, but Viktor wouldn't see the point and just leave his chest blank (like me!!).

Viktor's recovery would of course take significantly longer due to his health, it was probably 2-3 months before he could walk down the halls of the lab without getting winded.

Viktor's least favorite part of recovery was how long it took, while Jayce's was the drains. They were itchy, and it made him nauseous to empty them and measure the fluid, so Viktor likely did it for him. He did be sure to tell him "now you know how wearing my back brace feels" lol

While Viktor was recovering Jayce brought the majority of the stuff in the lab to Viktor's house and they ended up working there most of the time so Viktor wouldn't have to move too much. Anything that they HAD to do in the lab Jayce would be so so careful bringing Viktor over there and made sure he just about never had to leave his stool lol. It was a little annoying but also endearing to Viktor.

Neither of them cried on the first reveal of their chest like people do in the tik toks and videos. It was mostly a deep sense of relief, though Jayce cried about two months later when Viktor laid his head on his chest and he didn't give him the dysphoria it used to before.

When they get those sharp pains that happen when nerves reconnect over time, Jayce will get so startled he always yelps and drops whatever he's holding. He tried to get rid of it by scratching at first, but the skin was numb, so it didn't work, and he went with the next best thing, punching his chest. Viktor tells him to quit that every time. He does not.

When it happens to Viktor he'll tense up and hiss, but is a lot more gentle and rubs at the feeling until it goes away.

They got a shower chair to help with weakness while showering and Viktor loved it so much that he started using it all the time even after he finished recovering

In the end both of them honestly love each other's scars, and love their own too. They give them kisses and touch them with kindness

#jayvik headcanons #trans jayce talis #trans viktor #jayvik #jayce #viktor #jayce x viktor #arcane #jayce arcane #viktor arcane #arcane tv show #arcane league of legends

63 notes · View notes

minghaoslatina · 1 year ago

Text

the one where he takes care of you

pairing: ceo!wooyoung x female!reader

word count: 958

warnings: mentions of nausea, pregnancy, flufffff

now playing 🎧 intro (end of the world) by ariana grande

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

It's been about three weeks since you and Wooyoung discovered that you were pregnant. At first, you were overwhelmed with fear because you're both young and just starting out your successful careers. You as a writer, and Wooyoung as a CEO. The thought of balancing your professional life with impending parenthood felt daunting. Wooyoung's unwavering love and support made you feel secure despite your initial worries. The fact that you could work from home without giving up your career also brought you a sense of relief. Your fears quickly dissipated when you realized that your boyfriend is the most loving and caring human being in the world.

Since finding out you were going to have a baby, Wooyoung has been treating you with extra gentleness and constant concern for your well-being. This journey, however, has not only strengthened your bond but has also enabled you to discover newfound resilience and inner strength. You're gradually learning to embrace the changes in your body and emotions, and this experience has been incredibly transformative for both of you. The way you've adapted and grown through this process is truly inspiring.

You awake slowly, your eyes adjusting to the gentle light filtering through your bedroom window. Wooyoung had insisted that you take a nap about an hour earlier, as you were feeling nauseous, but now hunger has roused you from sleep. As you quietly make your way to the kitchen, a heartwarming scene unfolds before you. Your boyfriend stands there, sleeves rolled up, tending to a pot of what appears to be your favorite soup. The rich, inviting aroma fills the air, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. You can already imagine the soothing warmth of each bite. Your gaze lingers on his hands, strong and veiny. Even after nearly four years together, he still manages to stir up those familiar butterflies in your stomach. You almost sigh from how handsome and dreamy he is. Seeing him caring for you in this simple yet profound way fills your heart with an overwhelming mixture of love and gratitude.

"What are you doing awake?" Wooyoung asks teasingly with his head turned towards you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice he had spotted you from his spot in the cozy, dimly lit kitchen. He continues stirring the soup in the pot, the gentle clinking of the spoon against the sides breaking the silence of the room. As you walk towards him, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, seeking warmth and comfort in his embrace.

"I'm hungry," your voice sounds muffled due to your face resting against his back, but he understands you perfectly. Wooyoung chuckles softly and turns off the stove, the savory aroma of the soup still lingering in the air.

"Don't worry, I just finished lunch," he says with a smile as he turns around in your arms. With a gentle touch, he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs gently squeezing them together. Wooyoung leans in and plants a quick but soft kiss on your lips before guiding you to a seat in the dining room.

"I'll set the table," you say, attempting to get up, but Wooyoung is quick to stop you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, urging you to stay seated.

"You sit there and look pretty; I've got it," he says with a warm grin before he starts setting the table with care and precision. Within a few moments, he places the steaming hot soup he just made, along with curry and rice, in the center of the table.

"Thank you, baby. It looks so delicious," you say, your voice filled with gratitude and affection as Wooyoung settles into the chair next to you. A sense of peace and contentment envelops the two of you.

Wooyoung, ever attentive to your needs, quietly responds, "Anything for you," as he prepares a plate and bowl filled with your favorite dishes. One of the endearing things about him is how he always ensures that you eat first. With playful teasing, he takes your spoon and scoops a spoonful of soup to feed you, showcasing his caring nature.

Amused, you playfully remark, "You know, I'm perfectly capable of holding a spoon." At the same time, he carefully supports the spoon to prevent the hot liquid from spilling on you accidentally. His retort is lighthearted, "Be quiet and eat," as you giggle and savor the delicious taste on your tongue.

As you do your little happy dance in your chair, Wooyoung inquires, "Good?" you respond with a nod, urging him to eat as well. The two of you enjoy the meal in companionable silence, savoring every bite in appreciation.

Feeling satiated after eating together, you gently pat your stomach and lean back in the chair, saying, "I'm so full." Wooyoung, with a grin, attends to clearing the table and remarks with affection, "I'm glad you and dumpling are satisfied," referring to the endearing nickname he has given the little being growing in your stomach, even though it's probably the size of a pinhead at this point. You chuckle and help him clear the table.

"Want to watch Harry Potter?" Wooyoung asks with a smile as he starts washing the dishes. You nod eagerly and grab a dish towel to help him dry them. Wooyoung doesn't say anything else because he knows there's no stopping you once you've made up your mind. As you both finish up, you settle on the comfortable couch, snuggled up to watch the movie. The soft glow of the TV illuminates the room as Wooyoung starts the film, and you can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment being with him.

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

dad! wooyoung drabbles masterlist

taglist 💗

@hanni-bae44

#wooyoung x reader #wooyoung #wooyoung ateez #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez drabbles #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x you

149 notes · View notes

yanderestarangel · 1 year ago

Note

So I just finished reading the newest Bi Han fic that you fed us with and now it got me thinking. If it’s fine with you, how well would he take care of (ftm) reader when he finds how that the reader is pregnant? And how well of a father Bi Han would be himself?

This is my first time asking for something like this. So if you don’t want to do it, then it’s completely fine!!

Have a nice day🦾

headcanons mk1 ┊father bi han x pregnant reader

TW ┊ftm reader, pregnancy, first time parents, fluff, soft Bi Han, cute headcanons, little smut, breedkink, breasts, pussy etc are mentioned to refer to the reader, lactation, sex during pregnancy, childbirth, gender neutral baby.

a/n: I see him as a father figure... Father of my children.

໒ Sorry to place your order just now, I'm a bit busy with other things, btw, I hope you like it <3

Bi Han was still a surprise for him to discover that you were pregnant with his baby. But it wasn't a negative surprise... In fact, deep down he always wanted that, even if you would only find out later.

It was a surprise for him, but not for you, after all, every time you had sex for a year it was without a condom and Bi Han always ended up inside — and with all his commitment to being grandmaster he totally forgot this crucial detail, it was obvious that One time or another, even with your care, some mistake was going to happen and after the last meeting between the two of you, you soon started to feel nauseous and even feel sick at the smell of your own boyfriend.

So with all the suspicions, you took a pregnancy test hidden from the cyromancer — and confirming all the clear signs of the last few days... the two lines confirmed that you would be a father. You obviously got tense, cried and despaired, having a mild panic attack in the bathroom of your shared house with him. You didn't know how to think or what to think, but you knew you couldn't hide it from him.

You sent a few messages and called him soon after, you didn't usually send so many messages while he was at work so he immediately got worried and returned your calls as quickly as he could. You cried on the other end of the line while Bi Han's deep voice showed concern and irritability, precisely because you made him nervous and didn't get straight to the point.

"Calm down, breathe, what happened my boy? I can't understand you with you sobbing like that."

The sentence was punctuated with a heavy sigh coming from him and he was practically getting ready to go home to see you, when you dropped the bomb that you were pregnant, with him, you were going to be parents. You expected shouting, swearing and a heated argument, but all you received was silence and then a calm sigh heard from you on the other end of the line.

"I'll be home in a few minutes, have a glass of water and calm down, let's talk about this ok? And no, I'm not mad at you."

That was all you heard before he hung up, his voice was so soft that it scared you, but instead of you becoming desperate you just did as he told you, trying to calm down a little. You heard his heavy footsteps arrive and soon Bi Han's tall shadow was seen by you, before any words you just felt his muscular arms squeeze you tightly in a tight and safe hug, a silent way of saying that he was with you. you and not against you... It was his non-verbal way of saying that he also wanted that.

"I was really surprised, I won't be a hypocrite and lie that I expected you to get pregnant with me now but... You are my boyfriend, the man I am sharing my precious time and moments of my intimate life with, details that only you and I know, I trust you my boy, and I want you to trust me, I'm more than happy to know that I'm going to be a father with you."

A barely visible smile could be seen on the killer's thin lips as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"Regardless of everything, I will accompany you my love, I will be with you and sincerely?"

He paused, getting out of the grip and making you look deep into his brown eyes.

"You're going to be a handsome man with a round belly running around the house and carrying my children."

The dreaded Sub zero, was... happy, almost as if the heat had returned to his body, his large, cold hand was now warmer as it found your belly with no sign of swelling, for now. Soon after that, you felt the tears come, as the two of you hugged each other tightly and felt the fear and uncertainty be replaced by a warm feeling of welcome and a prosperous future. You knew that even if he was a cold man, for you, he could change into his best version to see you smile.

When your belly started to take shape, even if small, Bi Han became even more protective than he was. You weren't even lifting a finger to do anything at your house — he woke up earlier, cleaned the house, the dishes and left lunch ready for you while he prepared his lunch to take to the Lin Kuei or some money to eat at a restaurant next.

But that didn't mean he was going to leave you aside, on the contrary, his lunch hours were extended so he could stop by your house and check if you were okay or needed anything - his cell phone, which was previously on silent mode ; now all the notifications were turned on and the volumes were high enough so that he would already be aware of any signal from you. He would fill you with messages and would constantly send some Lin Kuei recruit to deliver a basket of fruit and sweets to you and he would always check if you ate everything.

"I want to see you well fed, you're going to be a father, you're pregnant with the future heir of the Lin Kuei in your belly so you better eat well, do you hear me, baby boy?"

Bi Han would be serious and placing a hot and appetizing plate of food for you as soon as he returned from the clan, he would make sure to feed you every day and make sure you didn't skip any meals.

He became more attached to you too, making a point of accompanying you to every medical appointment you needed to go to and at the baby's first ultrasound he couldn't hold back the tears that insisted on coming down, he didn't really care about the baby's sex as long as the child would be healthy and well and that you too would be well in the process.

He felt like he was in a sweet dream, seeing you looking beautiful walking around the house with a growing baby bump — you had become needier and he didn't deny that he loved it. Seeing you all touchy holding his biceps while he held you from behind and felt your belly, watching your breasts fill with milk and smiling mischievously.

"My boy is all affectionate, isn't he? You're more beautiful this way, you know? Round, with those beautiful breasts that are even more swollen... I can massage them if they're too heavy."

The ninja teased you by seeing the pout you made while he smiled and touched your breasts, his cold hands helped with the constant pain you were suffering from the formation of milk in your mammary glands. And soon after, this ends in sex, more affectionate and careful sex, since at that point your belly was already big and heavy enough and he didn't particularly want to hurt your baby. So Bi Han would always go from behind and slowly insert his dick into your pussy, holding your belly and making you use his body as a safety bar, not wanting to let you fall or get hurt. Soft strokes were given by him inside your wet hole while hoarse grunts could be heard coming from your boyfriend, his balls beat rhythmically at the entrance to your cunt while he placed kisses across your shoulders.

"You're such a beautiful man... Fuck-- do you know how hard it makes me? Knowing that you're going to be mine forever--? That we're going to have a family together? Do you know how much I love you?"

He obviously loved your body, especially the extra weight you gained during pregnancy, it was soft, sweet and he wanted to sink into your flesh.

"I can't believe my boy is so excited... Even pregnant."

He moaned as he squeezed your breasts lightly and made some milk come out of the nipples, licking his fingers and tasting the sweet taste. After a few thrusts he would pull out of your pussy and finish outside, cumming in his own hand so as not to dirty your insides and make it difficult for you to clean yourself.

"I promise I will breed your little pussy as soon as our child is born... I will get you pregnant again later, I promise."

The birth was something different and difficult, a storm of emotions ran through his mind when he saw his water break and the clear liquid coming down your legs — luckily he was late that day and managed to be home when you needed him. He saw the pain and despair in your eyes and didn't even imagine how much it must hurt.

"Calm down, calm down ok? Take a deep breath, shh... Yes exactly like that, good boy, let's go to the hospital. I'm with you on this ok? Look at me."

Bi Han would calm you down as he picked up your bag with the necessary things and put you in his car, driving impatiently and taking you to the nearest hospital.

The hours passed slowly as he practically made a hole in the marble floor beneath his feet, with his arms behind him, he heard your screams in the room and tried not to do anything crazy. He even felt his ice powers go out of control, but he took a deep breath and calmed down, thinking that in a few hours he could have you in his arms again... When the doctor came to inform him of the birth of his child he practically left running to see you in the living room, with the little baby already cradled in your arms, you were tired, sweaty and pale... But he swore to everything that he had never seen a more beautiful man in his entire life. Tears came out of his eyes again and he finally cried as he held on for fear of breaking the little baby you two had made.

"They looks like me..."

Bi Han said, trying not to let his most vulnerable side show but it was in vain, as he leaned over to kiss you on the forehead.

"You got it my prince, you gave me the most precious thing in my life, you are such a strong father..."

He said with a silly smile and saw the nurse take the baby from his arms to place it back in yours, to the little child to feed. The cyromancer observed everything and mentally promised to be the opposite of his father, to be a good father and really take care of you and his child, not to make the same mistakes in his upbringing that he had. And he kept that promise. You didn't need to wake up every time the baby cried, Bi Han did it for you and only in cases where you needed to feed the child did he wake you up, watching the baby sleep again in your arms while kissing you on the temple, apologizing for having disturbed your sleep — he also took a month's vacation from the Lin Kuei to spend the whole day looking after your child, you could see the dark circles under his eyes getting bigger but he didn't feel obliged to rest for more hours, the feeling of being a father was incredible for him, and he has never been happier in his life.

"I'm fine my pretty boy, our little snowflake fell asleep again and I don't want to wake them up..."

The grand master smiled tiredly as you saw the baby sleeping on his chest and he just let you, closing his eyes rhythmically but returning to waking up at every sign of the baby moving. Overall, 10/10, he's really pleased to have gotten his boyfriend pregnant and have a family to call his.

366 notes · View notes

reneesghostinthelivingroom · 27 days ago

Note

Hiii I really like your writing I just read the dos and don'ts of requesting for you originally I was going to request smt like chansaw(Heather c + Veronica) comfort reader after a failed attempt but that falls under sh so I think smt else that would be cute and not angsty would be chansaw comfort reader after they get hurt or are sick and reader is being whiny and difficult.

I understand if you don't write this or get around to it I just thought it would be a nice request!

Love your workkk!!!

Insufferably Alike

|| chansaw x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, sick reader, dissociation mention, vomit mentions

|| Summary; when reader's forced to go to school, Veronica notices how terrible they're feeling and takes action with Heather.

Requests open!

Started; June 13th

Finished; June 17th

~~~

Today was just not going your way. From the moment you woke up, you felt nauseated and just overall gross. Sure you had tried to ask your parents if you could stay home from school; but yours were the type that would say 'if it's not vomit, you're going'. Which lead to where you currently were.

Sitting in your first period class, head on your desk and nearly half asleep to the sound of you teacher droning on and on. What was he talking about now? Gravity or something, you didn't care. It all sounded like gibberish to you.

It wasn't until the bell finally rang did you snap out of your dissociative state. As you packed up your things, one of your girlfriends; Veronica Sawyer, walked up and placed a hand to your shoulder.

"Y/N?" Her tone was soft, full of concern. She'd been watching you the entire class, you looked like a mess. Though, unlike your other girlfriend Heather Chandler, Veronica was a little nicer. She spared you the trouble of knowing just how terrible you actually looked right now. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that you were feeling like complete shit.

You glanced behind yourself at her, offering a small, weak smile that only further proved her point. Veronica knew your real smiles and that... was far from it," hey, Roni." Even your voice sounded sick.

"Okay, I'm getting Heather and we're taking you home. No arguing," she added when she saw you about to protest and whine. You simply sighed and gave her a look, she rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand. Pulling you through the halls to find the Demon Queen.

Heather was hanging outside by the front of the school, sitting on one of the benches and talking to Heather D & Heather M. She was lost in conversation, so she didn't notice the two approach her until Veronica cleared her throat next to her.

"Oh, hey Veronica. Y/N." Heather looked at the two of you, then paused when she saw how pale you looked," shit, babe. You look like you just crawled out of a grave."

Veronica sighed, leave it to Heather to tell you how you look. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest, giving her a pout," gee, thanks. You're just full of compliments today, aren't you?"

Heather D snickered and Heather C shot her a glare for it, quieting her. Heather C stood and walked over to you and Veronica, hands on her hips. Waiting for Veronica to speak.

"We need your car to take them home," Veronica stated, pointing beside her to you. Who, in that moment, had started feeling incredibly nauseous. Before Heather could even respond to Veronica, you had doubled over and thrown up right on her shoes. Causing her to grimace.

"God you two are insufferably alike," Heather muttered, referring to when Veronica threw up on her back at the party. Veronica just gave her a sheepish smile, making Heather roll her eyes," well, now I gotta go home and change anyway. So, come on." She muttered, clearly not pleased with how her morning was turning out.

Heather took the three of you to her place, when she got there she headed right for the shower to get the smell of vomit off her. As for you and Veronica, Veronica helped you up the stairs. Supporting most of your weight and carrying you to Heather's bed. She helped you get changed into some of Heather's comfy pjs, then tucked you into bed. Following in only a moment after. Snuggling right up to you, even if you were sick.

As for the rest of the day, the three of you spent it ditching school. Cuddled up together and just overall enjoying the comfort of each other's presence.

22 notes · View notes

nargacuga-tamer8000 · 3 months ago

Note

What about a player/hunter who's trying sooooo hard to be supportive and helpful with Erik, but they're absolutely terrified of bugs! But they still wanna help him with his research and spend time with him sooooo bad! They try their best to put on a brave face but.... creepy crawlies 😖 <3 woodworks!anon

I feel this up to a point😣 I hope you enjoy! Sorry if it got dragged out a bit, it was late when I got finished

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Madame, Why Do We Keep Meeting Like This?!

You may have a fear of bugs, but that doesn't stop you from helping Erik with his insect research. But what is with this guy and Lala Barinas?

In the heart of the Scarlet Forest's base camp, you found yourself nervously pacing back and forth. Erik, the charming and bug-obsessed biologist, had invited you to assist him with his latest research project. Something along the lines of Lala Barina hatchlings and other insects they may be competing with. You were thrilled at the prospect of spending time with him, but there was one tiny problem—bugs.

You were absolutely TERRIFIED of bugs. Why so many eyes? Why so many legs? What's with some of you having wings? Even thinking about it now made your skin crawl.

And why did Erik need to take an interest in little spider babies. Those Temnocerans were your least favorite monster group.

Erik's enthusiasm was contagious as he explained the importance of studying the local insect and baby Barina population to understand the ecosystem better since the hatchlings and other insects may be competing for food. You nodded along, trying to ignore the fluttering in your stomach every time he mentioned creepy crawlies. The camp was bustling with activity, researchers and hunters preparing for their daily tasks. The air was filled with the scent of fresh earth and the distant calls of wild creatures.

"Alright, let's get started!" Erik said, handing you a small jar with holes poked in the lid. "We'll be collecting samples from the nearby forest."

You hesitantly took the jar from his hands, fingers gently brushing together. The slight touch gave you some courage to get through this.

"Wait, are we collecting the native insects AND the baby spiders?" You asked, your nerves getting the best of you as you tapped your fingers against the jar.

"Yep!"

Your heart sank. So much for only having to worry about one thing today.

"Aren't you worried about the...you know...Mama Barina?" You mentioned, remembering last time he met one of those large monsters. Just the thought of being in his position made you feel nauseous.

Erik chuckled a little at your choice of words as he set his things aside. Brushing some pale hair out of his face, he looked at you with a small smile.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Olivia and some other hunters have made sure there are no adult Lala Barinas around. A young specimen will be easy to collect. And they aren't as deadly as the adults, so you don't have to worry about me."

Erik laughed a little at the end before continuing to organize his things, not even realizing your discomfort. If only he understood that he wasn't the one you were worried about. You were more worried about making a fool of yourself in front of him. Some may view him as a quirky and eccentric guy who got into trouble.

But in your eyes, he was perfect in every way. And you just wanted to spend time with him.

"Okay Y/N, let's go!" His voice shook you out of your thoughts and you glanced over to see he had finished his meticulous organizing and now wore his pack on his back.

You took a deep breath and followed him into the dense foliage. The forest was alive with the sounds of chirping insects and rustling leaves. Some monsters could be heard, and the two of you even got the joy of seeing a Rathian with her young. The green wyvern kept a stern eye on you guys but made no move to attack as you kept walking and didn't impose on her family. That had to be the highlight so far.

Ugh, why couldn't Erik want to study the cute baby wyverns instead of creepy crawly baby spiders.

Because he's Erik, that's why. And it was a quality about him that made him, well, him. You liked him for every quality he had and this was no different. You just wish you could share it with him.

Erik's eyes sparkled with excitement as he pointed out various bugs, explaining their unique characteristics. Some were spiky, some were pollinators, some were spiky AND pollinators. You tried to focus on his words, but every time a bug buzzed past, you couldn't help but flinch.

"Are you okay?" Erik asked, noticing your discomfort.

"Oh, I'm fine!" you replied, forcing a smile. "Just... not used to being around so many bugs."

Erik chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Besides, you're doing great!"

His encouragement gave you a boost of confidence. You wanted to be helpful and supportive, even if it meant facing your fears. As the day went on, you found yourself slowly getting more comfortable. Erik's passion for his work was inspiring, and you admired his dedication. The forest was a vibrant tapestry of life, with sunlight filtering through the canopy and casting dappled shadows on the ground. You marveled at the beauty of the wilderness, even as you kept a wary eye out for any unexpected insect encounters.

Or monster encounters for that matter. You guys still had to find a baby Barina.

At one point, Erik handed you a magnifying glass to examine a particularly interesting beetle. You hesitated but took it, determined to show him you could handle it. As you leaned in to get a closer look, the beetle suddenly scurried towards you. You let out a small yelp and jumped back, causing Erik to burst into laughter. Your cheeks turned scarlet.

"It's okay, it's harmless," he said, gently picking up the beetle and placing it back in the jar. "You're really brave for trying this, you know."

You blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. "Thanks, Erik. I just really wanted to help you with your research."

Erik smiled warmly. "And I appreciate it more than you know. You're doing an amazing job."

The two of you continued to move through the red waters of the Scarlet Forest. Despite the comfort you started to feel, dread began to set in when you noticed the sticky red webbing of the Lala Barina den. Without even noticing, you began to shake from fear. At least now, you had a good reason.

To your surprise, you felt your left had warm up.

Glancing down, you looked to see that Erik had grabbed your hand in his own. Following up his arm, you met his eyes. He offered you a sweet smile while squeezing your hand.

"I'm right here, Y/N. Don't be scared," he told you gently and you felt your face heat up.

Still holding your hand, he guided you into the red webbed den. Truth to what he told you earlier, there was no Lala Barina in sight, so the hunters did a good job. You were able to find one of the monster's egg sacs and carefully extract an individual Lala Barina offspring. It only tried to attack Erik (futile as its tiny attacks were) since he had you stay back, understanding your fears.

It was a shame he had to let go of your hand to do this.

"There. We should be good to go," he flashed you a smile after putting the baby Barina in a jar. Disturbing the nest caused many more babies to start crawling out and once again you felt like throwing up, yet you couldn't move or tear your eyes off it.

So, Erik stepped into your field of vision to block the baby spiders. No words were needed because he understood. Reaching up, he gently rubbed your shoulder in a comforting manner before moving to grab your hand again.

"Let's head back to base. The others-" His voice cut off when he saw you paralyzed with fear, your eyes fixated on something behind him. Turning around quickly, he made eye contact with the Temnoceran that wanted to eat him not long ago.

"Um...hi?" Erik weakly said in hopes that would somehow appease the angry Lala Barina.

"That's all you have to say?!" You shouted at him, but Erik didn't take it personally one bit. He knew fear and anxiety had you all riled up, and in truth, he was afraid too.

But still, he moved more in front of you to better protect you.

The monster shrieked, raising her pincers. What happened next was all a whirlwind to you. The Lala Barina, your guys' Seikrets coming, the hunters soon following, and then a dead Lala Barina. Truth be, you were in a state of shock. All you could hear on the way home was Erik apologizing again and again for getting you into that situation. He was also expecting to get another lecture from Olivia, but to his surprise, she apologized as well for not handling the monster sooner like she and the other hunters did earlier. This one must've snuck by them.

Once at base, with no harm being done, you were able to calm down and reassure Erik that, mentally, you were fine and not mad at him at all. In fact, you told him that this actually helped your bug-phobia a bit.

"I couldn't have ever done it without you. Thank you for being so kind, Erik." You said with a soft smile.

It was his turn to blush now.

By the end of the day, you had collected several samples and learned a lot about the local insect population along with the singular baby Barina that you guys managed to snatch. Despite your initial fear, and the rather intimidating Mama Barina encounter, you felt a sense of accomplishment. Erik's encouragement and support had made all the difference. The forest seemed less intimidating now, and you found yourself appreciating the intricate beauty of the insects you had once feared.

As you stood up from his research table scattered with jars and notes, Erik turned to you and said, "You know, you're pretty amazing. Not everyone would face their fears like you did today. Especially after that monster encounter."

You smiled, feeling a surge of happiness. "Thanks, Erik. I guess bugs aren't so bad after all. Even big angry ones that you seem to have a knack for attracting."

"Hey now! I don't mind it!" He said and then Erik grinned. "Now, let's get these samples analyzed."

After you finished gathering your own things, you returned to Erik and you guys worked on the research, ready to tackle the next challenge—side by side. The camp was a hive of activity, with researchers examining specimens and hunters preparing for their next expedition. You felt a sense of belonging, knowing that you were contributing to something important.

Over the next few days, you continued to assist Erik with his research. Each morning, you would meet him at the camp entrance, ready to venture into the forest. Your initial fear of bugs gradually diminished as you became more accustomed to their presence. Erik's patient explanations and unwavering support helped you overcome your anxiety.

Even after the multiple Lala Barina encounters that you guys kept having. Seriously, what is with these Temnocerans and Erik? At this point, it feels like he is purposely making these encounters happen so he can see one.

One afternoon, Erik suggested exploring a new area of the forest known for its diverse insect population. And this time he promised that no Lala Barinas would be there as you guys would be far from the nest. After all, he has all the young ones he needs for the research. You agreed, eager to discover more about the creatures that fascinated him so much. As you trekked through the underbrush, Erik pointed out various insects, sharing interesting facts about their behavior and habitats.

"Look at this one," Erik said, crouching down to examine a brightly colored butterfly. "It's a rare species that only appears during certain times of the year."

You leaned in to get a closer look, marveling at the delicate patterns on its wings. "It's beautiful," you said, feeling a sense of wonder.

Erik smiled. "Nature has a way of surprising us, doesn't it?"

As the days turned into weeks, your bond with Erik grew stronger. You found yourself looking forward to each new adventure, eager to learn more and spend time with him. Erik's passion for his work was infectious, and you admired his dedication to understanding the natural world. You couldn't help but notice how your feelings for Erik were growing deeper. His kindness, intelligence, and unwavering support had captured your heart. Not to mention how sweet and brave he was when he tried to protect you from that Lala Barina. That moment has always been on your mind.

One evening, as you sat by the campfire, Erik shared stories of his childhood and how he had developed his love for insects. You listened intently, captivated by his tales of exploration and discovery.

"I've always been fascinated by the tiny creatures that most people overlook," Erik said, gazing into the flames. "There's so much we can learn from them."

You nodded, feeling a deep sense of connection. "I'm glad I decided to help you with your research. It's been an incredible experience."

Erik smiled warmly. "And I'm grateful for your support. You've been amazing."

As the fire crackled and the stars twinkled overhead, you felt a sense of contentment. You had faced your fears and discovered a new passion, all while forming a meaningful bond with Erik. The wilderness no longer seemed daunting; it was a place of wonder and discovery.

Together, you and Erik continued to explore the forest, uncovering its secrets and contributing to the Astrum Unit's research. Your journey was filled with challenges and triumphs, each day bringing new opportunities to learn and grow.

One night, as you and Erik sat by the campfire, the atmosphere felt different. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, and you could feel your heart racing. Erik turned to you, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames.

"You know," he began, his voice soft and sincere, "I've really enjoyed spending time with you. You've been an incredible partner in this research, and... well, I've come to realize that I care about you a lot."

Your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze. "I feel the same way, Erik. You've been so supportive and kind. I... I think I've fallen for you."

Erik's eyes widened with surprise and joy. "Really? I was hoping you'd say that."

He reached out and gently took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I know this might sound crazy, but... would you like to be more than just research partners?"

You smiled, feeling a surge of happiness. "I'd love that, Erik."

As the stars twinkled overhead and the fire crackled softly, you and Erik shared a tender moment, knowing that your bond had deepened into something truly special. The wilderness, once a place of fear, had become a backdrop for your blossoming romance.

Together, you continued to explore the forest. Your journey was filled with challenges and triumphs, each day bringing new opportunities to learn and grow—side by side, and now, heart to heart.

You were going to have to find a way to tell those Lala Barinas to back off. This was your man now.

Later...

"Please let me keep them."

"No Erik. You can't keep the baby Lala Barinas."

"But why?"

"Because babies eventually grow into adults and Temnocerans grow quickly. The camp, nor I, want a grown Lala Barina here."

"But Olivia-"

"Please Erik. You know how I feel about those spiders."

"Okay Y/N..."

#monster hunter wilds #mhwilds #mhw #monster hunter wilds erik #mhwilds erik #monster hunter wilds erik x reader #mhwilds erik x reader #erik x reader #erik monster hunter

23 notes · View notes

astracora · 4 months ago

Text

EVER's Tool - Chapter 5

Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc, Caleb x gn!mc (MC POV/Rafayel POV)

Warnings: Hurt/No Comfort, Angst, Talk of EVER Experiments and Torture, Violence, Gore, Suicide Ideation, Spoilers for all current story.

Word Count: 10112

Written: 7th March 2025

Notes: Established-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. You know that feeling when you're meant to only write like half of a chapter, and then resume the next day. But then you don't stop, and now it's past midnight, and your eyes are bleary? Yeah, got that feeling.

Now Playing: Heavy is the Crown, by Linkin Park

Masterlist AO3

<- Previous

You very nearly leave your new problem behind, when you wake up that morning. The ache in your body is so strong, you barely stumble out of bed. Groaning at the agony ripping through your temples.

The one night of peaceful slumber was short lived. You don't remember what haunted your sleeping mind, you just remember it being cold, painful. A familiarity, if nothing else. At least your nightmares are consistent, even if the exact image never comes to mind when you wake.

A note on the side greets you as you roll over to grab at your claw, fumbling with the prosthetic straps as you try to read, hunched over.

Sorry Pipsqueak, the Fleet called me back for a little while, I promise I'll be back soon. Stay safe, make sure you eat. Don't get too lonely without me.

Your hand shakes on the clips of your straps, moving away, so you can turn the note over in your hand. Looking at the back, like it will reveal something else. A joke? A bug? Stupid little paranoias that won't leave you alone.

Someone… left a note for you. To tell you they would be returning. To you. The feeling in your throat hurts, and you can't identify it. Heat behind your eyes, a flutter in your chest. Far more delicate than the pulse of your core. Than the tremble of your weakened heart.

Suddenly you want to talk to him again, like the previous night. Hair brushed back, comforting you in ways you didn't believe possible. Shown what gentle hands can do, instead of scalpel.

It's nauseous, in a way that makes you feel like you're falling, down the side of that building, mist reaching out to grab you. The fall terrifies you, the inevitable landing comforts you. Except this feels like there's no ground to greet. It's horrifying.

You push the note into a draw, nestled amongst underwear, cheeks warm. You don't want anyone else in this cage to find it, to know there's even a little bit of something that doesn't hurt in this world.

Lest they steal it out of your hands, now you finally have seen it.

Even if you still think of cold eyes, and sharp tongue.

Finally finishing changing, you're leaving through the door, before colliding with a chest. You step back, go to whip out your dagger, to place it under chin… before your hand comes back empty.

The cold is back, biting and sore and violent.

Ah…

You lost it. The only thing that was yours.

"Unicorn?" You blink up at your problem, as forest green eyes soften, and a hand extends for a moment, moving from a fist to knock on your door, to extend to your cheek. You step back, avoiding the touch as Zayne flinches, pulling his hand back. "Are you feeling better now?"

There's no response to him that wouldn't be a lie, "Fine." You offer, even if the lie burns on the way out of your mouth.

You're shocked when he laughs, a soft chuckle in the back of his throat, and a finger pointed at your forehead. "You're sti- a terrible liar." You reach up to feel at the furrow in your brow, and sniff, pulling away from him. "Should you not get some more rest? I'm not aware I have anywhere to be."

"I do." He doesn't require pushing past, he seems to be given you plenty of room when you move, perhaps he's wary of your bite.

Or simply doesn't want to be get too close.

You suddenly want to sniff yourself, a weird sense of discomfort that perhaps you smell. It's a stupid thought, why would it matter if your prisoner thinks you smell.

It's fine. It has to be.

"Without me? I was under the impression I wouldn't be let out of your sight." His steps fall into place beside you, easily, unharried and in control. You wonder what it would take to really rattle him. To shake the doctor into disarray. If kidnapping and attack didn't leave him shaking in EVER's walls.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe the head of the red eyed man on his bed.

You shake the image away, unsettled. You do not want more reasons for guilt.

You don't want to have to fight him again. After all, needless bloodshed is dangerous… cruel…

Violence should be used strategically. Thanks for the lesson, crime boss. You're welcome, Kitten. I'd hate you to think me cruel. No. Never cruel, Sy.

You stumble over the ground, arm turning to ice when Zayne catches your elbow. Left arm in his grasp, while you almost shake him off, the nausea builds. Head splitting.

"Darling?"

The crackling on the outer edges, the colours flicking in and out, the ice cold chill and bloodied handprints.

They're a child, they deserve better than this. They barely remember, we're not hurting anyone. We're hurting them, part of them remembers. When they flinch, when they hide from us, their soul remembers, even when they don't. They're barely human, what we learn could-

"Darling!"

Ice around your elbow, a frozen over hand gripping you, the chill grounds. Hurts, hurts but the ground is under your knees.

Your heart pounds and races and thunders. Screaming at you, trying to break out of its cage.

Hand on your cheek, turning your head to careful eyes. You want to pull away from him, push the doctor back. It's not his business, you're the problem, you did this, you're a-

Monster.

Scalpel in chest, electricity coursing through limbs, cold analytical eyes as you scream.

"Ph- Philip." You croak out, forcing it through a closing throat, through the pain in your chest. Desperate. You claw at the ground with the only one of your limbs you can control. It's grotesque carapace scratching into cold rubber ground.

Swirling and falling, sparking heat in your skin, a mess in your head, the yelling of the shadows…

You slip back under.

—------

You're under the ocean. Surrounded by fish, beautiful colours of rainbow.

The sea is pink, a whale sings as it passes you by.

You can breathe, turning carefully to avoid the jellyfish that float beside you, luminous and beautiful. Dancing on a current too small to take your own body. When you extend your right hand to them, silver metal glints back at you. Bubbling around the water.

A blue fish painted into the casing, as you look at it, waiting, you think it twists for a moment, before you're drawn back to the song of the whale.

A voice supplies in your head that it's young, you kick out, following it. Forcing yourself to remember how to swim.

Something EVER never taught you to do.

As you approach, the pink of the ocean darkens, slipping into red. The whale cries out, its song dipping into a eulogy.

Heartbroken, as it twists, and turns and sinks. Flesh melting away, bones falling through the ocean, further down than you can see into the darkness.

You reach a hand out, the silver darkening, cracks breaking apart the metal and the painted fish. Maybe if you- If you can reach- you can-

Clawing at the space where the bones fall through your grasp, where fish flee, where you watch it sink, your legs turn to lead.

You kick, and you reach, as the water fills your lungs. As it recedes into your body, pulled through your throat as you open it to scream.

As you watch the ocean turn to desert as you drown inside. Sinking into the cage of the whale fall, it's ribs your prison, and its haunted song turning to broken radio static.

What did you do?

There's a dagger in your claw, it drips black ichor over sand and you choke on water.

I have no need for traitors.

—----

You're warm, the chill in your body gone, despite the sore remnants of your broken heart's bloody chill still thrumming under your sternum. Your claw isn't attached, you realise as you try to reach out with it. Residual limb itching.

Instead, you reach out with your left. Hand touching something soft. You blink through the haze, the bleary vision, to see a blanket draped over you. It feels like fur, you think absently. Brushing your fingers through it, something twitches in the back of your mind.

Cats, curled up on laps, purring as gentle hands stroke behind ears.

Don't worry, the doctor will take good care of you.

I will if you stop hogging our patients.

Sharp spike of pain in your temples, you shake your head. The rattling only making your nausea rear its head again.

"You back with us, Unicorn?" A hand steadies your head, you pull away to glare, only to recognise Philip, who sits at your side. Looking over your chart. "Thought we were going to have more problems then, your doctor knows his stuff."

"What are you-" You look over, at the doctor in question, head leaned against the bottom of the surgical bed you're lay on. Pillowed against his crossed arms, glasses pushed up on his head. "I… What…" You tremble inside, and carefully pull your feet up. So you do not accidentally knock him.

You're not sure why. Something tells you he sleeps almost as little as you do.

You don't know why you care.

It shouldn't matter.

"What happened?"

Philip sits back, pulling his goggles back to sit around his neck, and ruffles his greying hair, "Well kid, I was hoping you'd tell me that. Your core spiked, large burst of energy, it almost shut your heart down. We got you in here, gave you some meds, hooked you up to my machine and stabilised you." He extends the tablet so you can read, even if you don't really understand what you're looking at for the most part. Numbers, more numbers, then lines.

An electrocardiogram.

It's rapid, and uneven, then it stops. Flat. Before it picks back up again. Steady. You press your hand to your chest, feeling it. Where the weak beat can barely be touched, a tiny broken little thing, desperately forcing the blood through your body.

"You had what looks like a heart attack, then you went into asystole." A vague feeling, like you've heard the term before, but can't pull the meaning into your mind. You can work it out though. A flat line on the rhythm of your heart, where it turned to silence. "The doctor did CPR, honestly, I- It was close."

You frown, staring at the line. It's long, stretches out across the ecg. Too long. It's too long.

You feel something twitching at the back of your mind, a sickness that won't be forgotten.

It just scurries away when you try to look at it properly. A shade that haunts but will not speak, so you can solve its unresolved issues that keep it tethered.

"I was hoping you could tell me what caused it." He pulls his tablet back out of your hands, turning to his notes.

You want to answer, looking over at the sleeping doctor, stress lining around eyes you know to be kind, even if you think he might be a fool for it. There's nothing to say, though, you're not sure. You… you're not sure. You tell yourself.

Except you do. Seeing ghosts, hearing voices. Your mind might be breaking, and pulling your already useless heart along with it.

A steady hand presses to your knee, and you look up at the scientist who offers you comfort when he can. When no one else would. One you can trust, enough to go to him when you thought you might be dying. One you trusted not to kill your charge.

Even if it was just a little bit, even if it was because you doubt him capable of violence.

Many scientists in this compound, so many capable of horrific acts of violence. Even if their arms were far more fragile, than the claw they attached to you.

You move your knee away from him, twitching away from the feeling of his gloves, and turn your face away. It aches, to be weak.

If you're weak, do they have any use for you here? What becomes of Caleb if you're marked for disposal? The doctor, with no one to protect him?

Aren't you more useful a tool, than whatever you are becoming to ghosts?

"Do your memories haunt you, Philip?"

You don't look at him, staring down at your hand, clenching and unclenching in your lap. Desperate. If only you had your dagger, something to hold. A reminder of who you were.

If you were anyone.

He exhales at your side, and that draws your attention, as he sits back in his chair again. Hand moving to his goggles, toying with the straps, twisting them around a finger. "Haunt me?"

His brow is furrowing as he thinks, you nod, and you worry you've said something crazy. Crazier than normal, you suppose, with the life you're leading. Blood caught under your nails, and in the cracks of your carapace. There is no normal here. "Like you… you turn a corner, and you see things, that aren't there?"

"Are you having hallucinations?"

"No. No… maybe." You feel all the weight on your shoulders when you sigh, aching, so heavy. It's all so much. "It's-" How can you even try to explain it, to put to words how tired you feel. Without bringing EVER down on your head.

You want to be fixed, you do. If the static goes away you'll be you again, right?

Whoever that person is.

You just don't know if you want the agony of what they'd do to fix you.

He leans forwards, and that familiar warm smile comes to his face, the kind that often greets you when you're trembling after an episode. The kind that reminds you he's careful with his tests. The kind that reminds you he keeps as many secrets for you as he can.

Hard to keep them all, with so many eyes around the place. Still, here is as safe as anywhere can be. At least you have no direct eyes on you.

"I hear things, voices I don't recognise. Noise in my head, like crackling." You don't know how else to describe it. The way it feels like you drop out from your body, into a broken image you can't see. The pain that has started to get worse and worse, like you're being punished. Punished for emotions and memories that aren't even yours. That you don't understand.

Like someone else is stuck in your mind. Screaming to claw out.

Alien.

"I don't have many memories left," Philip speaks, he walks over to the side, pouring out some coffee into a cup, and bringing it back to shove into your cold hands. The heat of it is comforting, but it makes the spark of static rip through the back of your eyes. He steadies your hands until it passes, but the scent leaves you with an aching emptiness in your chest.

It always hurts so much.

What were you, before you were this, that it aches so deeply?

"Whatever my life was like before, I don't remember it."

"Nothing?"

"No, I asked them to remove them. Well, I believe I did."

You're stunned at it, to request EVER to remove your memories… You'd heard stories, you'd wondered maybe it could fix whatever was wrong with you. To offer up your brain? It was easier thinking every vile beast here worked off their own backs for the monster that is EVER.

"Why? Why would you-" Lose who you were? Ask to have your place in the world taken away? Be alone. Here…

He fidgets a little, getting comfortable, and his smile is so sad, as he looks at you. It pierces your chest, the tears tremouring in the backs of his eyes. Like they can't break through, no matter how much they want to. "I was raised by EVER, with my twin, we underwent tests. I don't remember much of them, I don't remember much other than we weren't the only ones to go through it. I remember that one test didn't work out. My twin, Philip-" You frown, "didn't make it. They told me he died."

You want to ask, but you don't know how to. It's more than you've ever inquired from anyone already, hesitating on the edge of vulnerability, and hating every second of it. It is only that he responds with his own, that you don't leave the room.

"I took his name, I don't remember my own. We were connected, more than most people are. Felt each other's pains, emotions, everything. When he died, it was too much I think. All of what I had known was taken from me. My brother was gone, and I was all alone. I didn't know what to do, Leon offered me work with him. To keep studying the cores at his side, but I couldn't see past the emptiness."

Emptiness.

Like something is missing. Always missing.

"Leon told me EVER offered me the chance to forget it all, all the pain. That it would help me move forwards, make me capable of working, stopping it from happening to anyone else. So I accepted. Maybe I didn't want to have anyone suffer through what I did, losing the other half of their soul. Their closest friend. Maybe I just wanted it to stop, but I was a coward and couldn't do it myself." He laughs, but it's humourless, and the sound aches to hear, like he finds the very thought pathetic, "Maybe I was just willing to take the first option presented to me, how unlike a scientist.

"I don't remember anything though. My brother, I don't know what he looked like. If we were identical or not. I don't remember who he was as a person. I don't know how we spent our time together, what he sounded like, I don't remember anything. Just his name, because I've made it mine before they took it away. Before I-" He chokes on it, "Gave it away. Sometimes I wake up in agony, like I want to cry, but I can't."

You reach over, very carefully, to touch the top of his hand with your own. Stunned when he smiles at you warmly again, squeezing your fingers before it grows too much and you have to pull back. "Why do you still work for them?"

"Because I'm a foolish old man now, kid. I believed I could help people like me, but little changed, but now I can at least help with that heart of yours. Keep that core stable, maybe that's atonement. Something I owe to him. For forgetting him, for agreeing to forget him, like he didn't matter."

Is helping you really atonement, with all the blood on your hands, and the people you hurt for them? The inescapable prison, of the monster far bigger than you, that keeps you here. That even death can't seem to free you from.

You think about the flat line of your heart, for over two minutes.

"Some memories, Unicorn, might be worth forgetting. Not everyone wants to live with them, and that's your choice. If I can give you any advice though, don't tell them. Don't forget. Whatever is there, lurking at the back, it's precious because it's part of you."

"There's little precious about me, Philip." The name now sticks as you say it, but you remind yourself it's not like Unicorn, or Little Bomb.

It's warmer, a memory.

'Kitten' 'Starlight' 'Darling' 'Cutie' 'Pipsqueak'

Is that how it's supposed to feel?

"Whatever memories I have, maybe they're bad, maybe I'm- I was- I-" It doesn't come.

Monster.

A monster.

Maybe you were a monster.

Always this thing, that kills or hurts. You're good at it. You have to have been good for a long time, surely.

When Leon talks about you, it's with the acknowledgement in his voice that you are dangerous, a weapon.

Were you always sharp, and angry?

Or were you empty, unfeeling, cold?

What kind of person could you be, that you can't even be happy that Caleb is back? Someone who should matter. Was your heart that broken and worthless?

"Kid, the good thing about humans, is we're capable of changing. I don't think you're a bad person, I think you're as capable of good as you are of cruelty. It's your choice what to do with your own hand." He pats your knee again, "A terrible person wouldn't leave me cakes when they pass by my lab late at night."

You feel your cheeks heat up quickly. You were sure he wouldn't notice, or even come to think it was you. Pastries ferreted away on your rare escapes, brought back and left in an empty lab. A thanks for each time the tests didn't hurt. Even if you could never say the words out loud. Torn between anger and hurt, that he had any hand in your tests at all. A mess of feelings you couldn't untangle.

Leaving behind a desire to at least make sure he ate something.

The next scientist would be worse, after all, you assure yourself.

"I need to make sure you eat."

"I eat far more than you do, Unicorn."

You have no argument for that, turning your face away to look down at the doctor who still sleeps, you spot the slightest bruise poking out from his collar.

The broken heart drops.

You'd left a mark, on his skin.

It's not murder, you've done worse, but you want to be sick, at the very idea.

Capable of good, huh?

"Can we get memories back?"

"It's hard to say, some never get their memories back after trauma, others do. There's no sign you've had your mind meddled with, and if they're coming through, there's a chance you're closer to remembering than you'd expect."

You aren't sure if you want to tell him it's getting harder, more frequent.

Painful.

"If the strain of it, is effecting your heart, then perhaps we need to up your suppressants. I'll have a look into it for you, see what we can try to help alleviate the strain on your body. You need to eat more, and get proper sleep. That's not helping strengthen your body. Your protocore syndrome will just get harder to balance and treat."

"So my options are forget, remember and possibly die, or eat vegetables?" You grumble, downing the last of your, now cold, coffee.

His laugh almost makes you smile, but you nod, "I'll… try." You'll try, to eat, through the nausea. Maybe if you have a goal, the food here won't burn on the way down.

Or maybe you can take Caleb up on his offer to cook… will that be better?

You can't exactly bring Zayne out of the compound, and you can't leave his side.

"Unicorn, just try, whether you accept it or not, I would miss you if something happened to you." You want to think Caleb would too, that he'd be sad if you were gone, truly. "Doctor Li too."

"What?" You blink at him, then at the doctor.

"He was focused, never seen someone act more like a machine. Then when you were safe, he sat down there, and refused to move."

"I'm his prison guard." No, that's not right. "He's a good doctor."

Darling!

You exhale on a shake, hand twitching to reach out to him, before you raise it to scratch at the back of your neck. A little too rough, the skin stinging under blunt nails.

"Whatever he is, Unicorn, he didn't want you to die."

If you were him… would you have saved your prison guard? No, you wouldn't. You know you wouldn't. You would have let your own heart shatter. Let your body fail you.

You would not have rushed to help.

Zayne Li, a mystery of a man, with too bleeding a heart.

"Philip, I don't suppose you could get me something?"

—------

Rafayel paces the room. Kicking over one of the easels he can't bear to put away. A half finished painting sits on it, a beach view he had shared with you. Sitting watching the colours over the ocean. Candles along the beach, a picnic with rowdy voices. There's part of the sketch of figures, that he can't bring himself to finish.

Even less so now, that yet another of his loved ones has disappeared.

He's still dripping all over the floor, his scales haven't resettled into skin. His agitation and anger not eased at all. He feels the ache in his limbs, legs sore, but he can't stop pacing. Walking around in circles, burning like a roaring flame under his skin.

As if his hatred for EVER could get worse. The image of his people in their tanks, bone white and lifeless.

The worst of humans, cruel, always after what his people have left behind. Sending their dogs into Lemurian ruins. Stealing, destroying, hunting.

The storm outside worsens. Lightning ripping through the sky, as he hears the rain hitting the windows with force.

He needs to be out there, doing something, maybe if he finds Raincoat, he can get answers out of him. Even if it means a new Raincoat rears their head in the place of his corpse.

"Fish?" Rafayel does not turn, he feels like biting, like drowning. He wants to hurt, for all the pains he is feeling. "Come on now fish, talk to me." The hand is placed on his still wet bicep, turning him around. He looks up at Sylus, whose face is steady enough. Too steady.

Why is he always so steady?

"What do you want?"

"To talk to you, fish, you've been avoiding me and the prince."

Of course he had, he can't keep looking at what he could lose right in front of his eyes. Then he gets angry again, angry that he keeps losing things. Everytime it seems to be better, he forgets that loss is just there waiting to grasp at him.

"What do you want me to say Sylus? They're gone."

"It's going to be ok-"

He pushes the hand away, and steps away from Sylus, baring fangs at him as he snarls, "How? How is any of this ok? They're gone, they're gone and EVER could be doing anything to them-"

"Fish- Rafayel, you have to calm dow-"

"I don't want to be calm." He pushes over another easel, staring at the pink sunset painted ocean on the ground. Then chokes on the sob he wants to release but also refuses to, he wants to be angry. He doesn't want to hurt. "How are you so calm? Why aren't you angry? Why aren't you breathing fire all over the place, dragon?"

He throws his paintbrush holder across the room, watches the painted porcelain shatter, wishes he could bring himself to feel anything other than hurt.

"Or don't you feel anything?" He rounds on Sylus, hands in fists, flames flicking over his skin, "Empty dragon with nothing in his heart, so unbothered, so calm." He wishes he didn't see the pain flickering through garnet eyes. He shouldn't be saying this.

He shouldn't be saying this, but he can't stop. It hurts, it hurts, why can't everyone else hurt too, when it hurts him so much. "You're so calm, so much better than us." His voice breaks, the tremor coming out, and he feels pathetic.

Why won't it stop hurting?

"I'm trying to be calm for all of us." The voice is steady, like he's fighting through to keep it there. Sylus watches him, eyes never straying, even when the red dims.

"I don't want you to be calm. You should be angry!" He turns, marching to his studio bed, pushing over another easel as he does. A desert, with an oasis. A memory of opening up for the first time, truly sharing his heart. Why did he share it, just to hurt so much now?

He sits, staring down at his hands, at the trembling fish in his palm. A fish without a master.

Sylus kneels in front of him, looking up into tear filled eyes, brushes back hair so he can look into them. Rafayel cannot help himself leaning into it, the pain eases at the contact, but then comes back. Tearing at his chest, where his bond sits. Unanswered.

"I am angry. I am hurt. I am scared."

It tears the fight out of him, the air out of his lungs. "Oh."

Of course he is, Rafayel knows. Sylus feels so much, he cannot always show it, but he feels it. Deeply. He should have known better. He wants to cry more now, the burn behind his eyes is agony.

"But I have to be here, for you, for Xavier. I have to keep it together, for Zayne, for Kitten. I have to keep moving, Rafayel. I feel it, I promise."

"I know, fuck, Sylus, I'm sorry." He presses his hand to over Sylus' heart, the uneven, unsteady thrum. It's two joined beats. Two hearts he knows better than his own even. A sound he has slept to. A sound he could sing easily. Rafayel can never forget how any of his loved ones' hearts sound.

A lifeline.

"It hurts." He hiccups, hand tightening in Sylus' shirt, and his eyes spill over. The steady flow down his cheeks, the tinkling as they hit the floor, but he can barely be bothered to look as pearly tears scatter.

"I know Rafayel, I know it does." The warm hand over Rafayel's is slightly shaking, but steadies against his skin. Holding tightly. Another lifeline. His feet are back on land, and his heart doesn't want to shatter. Safety, and home.

Things that are worth fighting for. Yet it still aches, a memory of you fleeing him. Coming home to Sylus injured and struggling to move on the ground.

"Will we?"

Can things be alright again? Or will he lose yet another colour in his palette? Again. Over and over.

Is that all he has to accept in his life, to lose, everything, every time he blinks.

His head is tilted up, from his lap, to be held by red. Blazing and bright, full of righteous anger. A dragon who has been stolen from. "Fish. I travelled planets for them. Xavier travelled through time. You travelled the world. Are you so ready to give up now? Is that how little your bond means?"

"Of course not!" He snaps, and then breathes. No. His bond means the world. A lemurian's greatest strength and greatest weakness lies in their love. His bond marks him, brings his heart to life. Without it, colours lose meaning. His strength will not waver, while any chance exists. "Of course not." Said softer, steady, buoyed by the fiend at his feet.

"Then we'll find them."

"I just-" He exhales, "It was finally right, Sylus. It was perfect." Every day was warm, his home was something he was excited to return to. Every day he spent with someone he cared for, he loved. He could call, and text and always stay connected. To those who gave colours meaning.

Sylus' answering laugh is very soft, and very small. There's a quirk to his lips, eyes molten, "I know, Rafayel."

"I was happy."

"I know."

"I'm scared to lose it."

"I know, Rafayel. I really do." He reaches forwards, arms around Sylus' neck, buying his face in his skin. The man stands, lifting him, so that he can sit on the bed, and hold him. "We'll get them both back. I promise, Rafayel."

His voice is wet when he finally manages to respond, trembling around the edges, and he doesn't want to be seen, so he stays stuck to Sylus, "Raffy."

"Mhm?"

"Just for once, you get to use it."

The chuckle rumbles through him, and the warmth of a kiss is pressed to the top of his head, "It will be ok, Raffy."

It will, because it has to be. He can't lose anyone again. None of them can.

—---

Rafayel watches as Xavier cooks. He has little energy to do much besides keep an eye on any fire risks. Sylus had long gone, seeking out some information about the tracker he had planted on Zayne.

While he waits, hungry for a lot of things, Rafayel thinks, he stares at Xavier.

There's a coldness to him, like he's pulling away, and Rafayel isn't sure he can blame him. Living as long as any of them had, except for Zayne, he supposes, leaves you tired of grief. He knows Xavier blames himself. Not being there, on the mission you vanished on. Not being able to stop you, coming away with that deep gash in his chest.

Sometimes he looks like he's waiting for Rafayel to blame him. Anyone really. Waiting for them to call him a failure.

A worthless knight.

He has hurt too many people already, Rafayel thinks. Remembering the agony in Sylus' eyes as he'd thrown hurtful word after hurtful word. "Xavier."

The man doesn't speak, half nodding as he resumes working, busy hands chopping away. "It's not your fault."

Rafayel could spout poetry, speak around the issue, but he doesn't want them hurting. He doesn't want the knight's heart to shatter like a damaged sword.

He doesn't respond, but his hand trembles, the knife missing its target.

"If it's your fault, then it's all of our faults. We all failed."

"You didn't-"

"Stop them? Grab them in that cafe? I could have chained them up, dragged them back. I didn't."

He should have, but he'd been shocked, and shaken into inaction. His hands had frozen and so had his mind and heart. He was a capable fighter, an assassin. He'd plotted and killed many a man, all under your nose, all behind your back. He was not a fool, he was not useless. While he had hired you as a bodyguard, the truth always remained that he had no use for one.

His bounty had not been earned for nothing.

For all his secrets, for all the blood on his hands, he'd never wanted you to see that side. Even if he knew you wanted to. When you got back, he would. Finally, stop running, stop hiding. If almost losing you hurt this much, left him with regrets that could fill the ocean, he would change it.

"I never should have let them take that mission alone."

"Did you know EVER would grab them?"

Xavier's eyes narrow, turning on him, "How could you-"

"You didn't, because if you did, you would have been there. Not all of us can turn back time, and even you have limitations for it, star." There are few second chances, if they could, they would all go back. He has often wanted to redo bad choices. Change the past. If he could, he would do it in moments.

The present is all he has, all Xavier has.

"What good a partner am I?" It's quiet, but bitter. He rarely shares all the agony in his heart. Insular, before he opened up to you and to them. He has even now, only just started sharing his secrets. "I couldn't protect them. Any time they need me." The last part is almost too quiet, and Rafayel is relieved for his non-human hearing.

Regrets ran deep in his home, he supposed. In you, though you refused to share them and kept marching ahead even when you were bleeding and drowning. In Sylus, though he took them a challenge, bloodied hands still reaching forwards. In Zayne, using them as a way to get stronger, to create stronger walls. In Xavier, a sharpening stone for his blade, and a reminder of what motivated him. In himself, chains that kept him tethered… an ache under scales.

"I don't know why you don't blame me." Xavier speaks again, stirring a pot, pointedly looking down at it.

He can't blame Xavier, because there's no blame to be found. "If I'm blaming anyone, it's EVER."

The star's shoulders flinch. Jumping up, and his spoon clatters against the side of the pot. A sigh, careful hand takes it up, and resumes. "Right. It's EVER's fault."

He finally stands, rounding the corner of the kitchen counter, turning the heat of the stove off, and nudging Xavier into the seat. "Sit."

Xavier frowns, looking ready to argue, so Rafayel walks off, collects bunbun from the pile of plushies, and shoves him into Xavier's hands. "Your rabbit is sad, he needs some company."

"Rafayel-"

"No arguing, I can cook just fine." He picks back up where Xavier left off, watches as the prince places his chin on the top of the giant plushie. "You can get some sleep if you want?"

"Can't."

"What?" Of all the things he's heard, the prince not being able to sleep is not one of them. Though, when he thinks. He realises that in all his grief, the noise of it, that Xavier had not once lay down and gotten any rest. Drifting around from mission to mission, when he was not, he was investigating.

The bags under his eyes were now crystal clear.

"I just see them. Standing there." He buries his face into bunbun's head. Voice muffled, just barely picked up, "They don't recognise me, and they're so angry. Struggling in Sylus' arms. I see what EVER did to them, and I hear it in my head. That it's my fault."

Rafayel switches the hob off again, putting the pot in the cold oven, if he comes back to it, he comes back to it. There are more important things to worry about.

"Come on, food later. Sleep now." He makes his way to Xavier, hand gently easing the man out of the chair. Who blearily stumbles, like it's caught up to him. Like speaking the words has reminded him how tired he is.

Rafayel can't say he doesn't understand it. The exhaustion that sets in after the emotions. He feels it after his bath, after singing as loudly as he can, to air out all the agony in his heart. He never sung enough for you. The idea of losing that now…

The bedroom is tidy, but clearly not slept in. The longer time has gone, between Xavier not sleeping at all, Rafayel wondered if Sylus had even tried either. He had fallen asleep in the bath a few times, but that had not been for long. Lying down, he pulled Xavier into his arms, tucking his head under his chin, placing bunbun to the side. "If you can't sleep, at least lie down." Rafayel spoke, tucking them both in.

"Bossy." Xavier laughs, but it's so drained, and so broken, it sounds more like a choke.

He can't do much else, Rafayel thinks, never particularly sure how to ease the prince, who keeps everything so close to his chest. So he wraps his arms around him, carefully drawing patterns against his back, just behind his neck, and listens for the evening of his breath.

"You've never given up before, starry prince." He speaks, absently, staring up at the ceiling, as he watches fluttering eyelids. "I doubt you have it in you to start now."

"No. I won't." Said on a sigh, against his collarbone. "Not now. Not ever."

Regrets and commitment ran strong in his home, Rafayel mused. Bloody and broken, but crawling onwards.

It would make for a beautiful painting.

—--------

"What is this?"

"It's a tracker."

Zayne turns it in his hand, then looks at you with a brow raised. There's amusement in his eyes, but you choose to ignore it. "If you're in danger, you press that button, just in case you're not next to me. I'll be able to find you then."

"Ah, work smarter, and not harder?"

You snort, walking ahead of him, as you head down the hallway towards Leon's lab. "You can always throw it away, take the risk, see if anyone crawls out of the woodworks for your head."

"What a welcoming place this is, one part prison, one part venomous snake pit."

"EVER enjoy making people feel welcome." You're not ready for the words to come out with quite so much venom. Something uncomfortable in your stomach.

"So what else is that in your hand?"

You move the bag you're carrying behind your back, huffing, "You're very nosy for a man in danger, Doctor Li."

"Really now, have I gone back to Doctor?"

"Zayne."

"Much better."

You're not sure why that makes your stomach flip, you're willing to blame it on the soft look in his eyes as he looks at you. It unnerves you, as much as it warms. Perhaps he wasn't calm and in control, and he'd simply broken somewhere along the way.

"I believed I was under your protection anyway?" You look at him, only to find him purposefully looking away from you. You don't miss the quirk to his lips, "What safer place is there to be in this maze of white?"

"Has anyone ever told you, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit?"

"Ah, but isn't it still a form of wit?"

You refuse to laugh. Pushing the door open to Leon's lab, to find him poring over documents. You put some extra force into it, slamming the door back against the wall. You hear something rattle and fall, and ignore the dirty look you receive, heading over to the coffee pot.

"Little Bomb, is it so hard to learn manners?"

"Where would I have learned them Leon? You? Do mad scientists have a good basis for manners? What about glee filled torturers?" You pour a cup, looking back to Zayne, "Want a hot chocolate?"

He nods, glancing between the two of you, as though trying to puzzle it out, "Please."

"Helping yourself to my cupboard again, Little Bomb?"

"What's yours is mine, right Leon? After all, you're my keeper." You spit the words, stirring Zayne's cup far more carefully than you stir your own. Unsure why, as you carry it over to him. "Here."

"Thank you."

"Any updates?" You aim at Leon, spilling more coffee as you lift the mug up. He stares at you, then looks down at the side. With very slow movements, you reach over for a tissue, wipe up some of it, then throw the tissue into the sink. "There we go."

You watch the tick in his jaw twitch. Irritation in his eyes.

Good.

"No new jobs, your job is to protect Doctor Li. If you want to be useful, then convince him-" Leon aims his sickening smile at Zayne then, who does not bother to respond or even look at him, sipping comfortably from his cup, "to work for us."

Us…

"Not in my job description. I do what tasks are handed to me by people higher than you, Leon."

"Then you'll be guarding him for a while longer."

You bare fangs at Leon, glinting and sharp, and speak at Zayne, without turning your focus away, "Hear that Doctor, you're stuck with me for longer."

"Ah, the disaster." He deadpans, "My prison experience has further deteriorated."

Leon rubs at the bridge of his nose, "If you wish to be a pain to someone else, I believe Raincoat was looking for you."

You can feel forest eyes on you, as you flinch. Another issue on top of your current ones. Nothing Raincoat wanted was good. He either wanted help, wanted to be a nuisance, wanted to boast, or simply wanted to test patience.

"I'm sure he'll find me at some point." You sit down on a table, near the doctor, watching him. He looks at you, head slightly tilted. You'd laugh if you weren't more careful, it's almost cute. "If you never meet Raincoat, count yourself lucky."

"My luck has landed me in the lap of EVER. I do not fancy my chances."

"Fair enough."

Leon scoffs, scribbling down on his paper, "Raincoat is just like you Little Bomb, a very handy weapon, when it works."

It's hard to stop yourself reaching over to wrap your claw around his throat. You would daydream about his face turning blue as he chokes without oxygen. Silencing him once and for all. Even if what he says is true, it still makes flames lick at your skin. You are nothing like Raincoat, not really.

He takes money. Kills for satisfaction and greed.

He never had to be here.

It aches in your residual limb, a pain you can't pinpoint. Maybe if you had any kind of memory, you would know why each part hurts, why you feel things you can't control.

You still haven't decided if you want to remember, but Philip's words have been playing in your head. The pain in his eyes.

Before you'd woken up the sleeping doctor, you think about him patting your shoulder, as you refit your claw.

Try to trust yourself, kid. Keep your eyes open.

You're still not sure what he meant, even though you've played it over and over. Trusting yourself seemed an unlikely occurrence. You trusted your ability to fight, to kill, to fulfill your jobs.

Well, trust in terms of desperation. You didn't want to be strapped down again, carved up and out. Watching them twist and pry your core. There were times you vaguely remember them pulling it out, but that was all you could recall. The gleaming red, flickering as a hand tightened around it, before you woke back up, stitched back together and healing up.

When you worked hard, they left you be for longer. Satisfied you were performing well. Not needing to punish you.

Keeping your eyes open was easy. No one in the compound could be truly trusted, you're not even sure how much you can rely on Philip, despite him being the kindest one you know.

There is a part of you that separates him out. Puts him on a pile of other, not like the other scientists. You truly just hope you aren't proven wrong, or right, depending on how much of a wounded animal you feel like.

"So who is Rainco-"

"Now Unicorn, ain't you introduced your new friend to me?" You exhale, moving closer to Zayne's side, so that you can keep an eye on him and Raincoat. Two killers in a room with the nicest doctor you've ever met. You'd laugh at the joke, but the punchline doesn't feel funny.

"You're not a friend, and neither is he. Reluctant colleague, unlucky charge. There. Introductions done."

"Those people skills still need work, huh?" He strolls in, hands in his pockets, "One day you'll get good at it, Unicorn, don't worry about it."

"What is it with EVER and codenames?" Zayne speaks softly near you, raising a brow.

It is not missed by your new headache, who laughs, "Some of us don't have names, Doctor Li. Our codenames are all we have left."

You flinch inwardly. As he looks at you, glint in his eye. The violent urge to attack him, claw in his chest, rears its head. You force it down. Nauseous. All you have left, huh? Two names that make you sick to your stomach, and remind you of chains.

If you remember, and it's still all you have. If it's all you've ever had? Is that… is that better?

It can't be, surely.

There has to be more, there has to be.

"You also have your snide attitude left, Raincoat. How lucky for you." Zayne speaks out next to you, his even smile never leaving his face, but you do not miss the careful way he moves forwards.

In front of you, just a little. Like you're the one who needs guarding.

Foolish, softhearted, idiot Doctor.

"What do you want, Raincoat? To spout more foolishness, or are you here for something important?"

"Can't I want to chat to a friend?"

"Like I've said before-"

"We're not friends, yes, yes. I can't believe you're in charge of guarding a doctor." His smile is wide, empty eyes and wide smile. Like a horrifying caricature of a person. You don't let him see the way your spine bristles, "They've put a prong collar on their favourite dog now, I see. What's next? FIling your fangs?"

If they ever try to file them, you promise to yourself your last moment with sharpened teeth will be tearing his throat out. When you crunch his larynx between your jaws, you cannot imagine a better service to the world, than taking out at least one Raincoat. Maybe the next one will be less unbearable.

"At least I do my work, and don't spend my time talking, Raincoat. Are you still disappointing your superiors? All those important jobs, taken out of your hands."

You watch his smile twitch, the emptiness in his eyes spark with irritation, but it's short lived. If nothing else, the man controls himself.

Shame, you would love to see him crack and fissure.

"I suppose you're right, we're the furthest from friends, I'd pick mine far better than some feral dog."

"Do you even have any? I'm sure-"

"Are you two going to keep arguing like children in my lab? If so, I'm going to go to a meeting. Leave it in one piece when you're done." Leon stands, pushing his chair back in, picking up his papers and walking off. You barely glance at him, keeping a careful eye on the only real threat in the room.

A man who exaggeratedly waves at Leon as he walks past, "Bye bye, Doctor Leon."

Then he turns back to you, "Come on now, Unicorn, I'm not here to kill your charge, you can settle down a little bit. I was just curious. Can't imagine you being kept in a cage."

Is this whole thing not a cage? Every hallway, every room, every day spent here. He can leave freely, wander around. You're both dogs, he's just better at lying.

Perhaps if you'd ever been good at it, you'd be better off.

You can't lie at all, Starlight, you should leave the talking to me. I can do the mission! I know you can, but you'll start fidgeting and laughing if you try to lie. You've never been good at lying. It's cute.

You reach a hand out, steadying against the table to keep yourself from falling over. Raincoat's eyes go to your hand, then back up to you. It takes too long to right yourself. To breathe steadily again. You can feel him studying you, making notes. Weakness, presented to him. It's a chilling feeling, on top of the pain spiking through your head.

A reminder that just like you watch him for the day you have to kill him, that he does the same to you. That either one of you will end up on the list one day, and whoever is left will have to be the hunter. EVER's favoured dog.

If you're the one on the list, you will take him with you, no matter if it finally kills you.

A warmer hand settles you into a chair, and offers you water, which you down quickly. Feeling the icy chill of it, pulling you out of the world of static and broken images. "You should eat."

It's warmer than you deserve, you think, but indicate the bag you'd carried in.

"You bought cake? Oh Unicorn, you shouldn't have." Raincoat peeks over, looking in as Zayne takes things out. He purposefully pulls it away from the man, placing things in front of you, and then keeping close. "Really now, you're just as bad, Doctor Li, and I thought you enjoyed sharing. With cats, children, Onychinus' leader."

You flinch at the name, a caw in the back of your mind. The vision of a black raven streaking across the sky. An Arbiterwing, screeching an angry song as it swoops down.

He does not pay any attention to Raincoat, of which you're glad. The man presses buttons to test people's breaking points. The only reason he studies his targets is to torment them, break them down. You know his methods, you do not like that they are aimed at your charge. It's just… hard to see through the wavering in your eyes.

A macaron is placed in front of you, and the warm voice sounds nearby, "You got these from Destiny Cafe?"

You force a nod, "Philip-" It hurts, but as you shove it into your mouth, you're relieved that the familiar taste isn't ruined. Doesn't turn to ash in your mouth. Doesn't make you throw it back up. "Grabbed them for me." You say through a full mouth, "Strawberry macarons, like you said."

"How cute, you really have become friends."

The static eases back, and you finally find your strength, through the dull ache in your temples. Glaring, baring fangs at Raincoat, "If you want to annoy someone, do it elsewhere."

"Shame you might have to kill him at any point right? When he never agrees to help them."

Zayne's jaw ticks then, shoving a macaron into his own mouth. The temperature drops, and you feel the cold around you.

"Or hey, maybe they'll put a chip in his head too-"

Too?

"You talk far too much, I see no one ever taught you the lessons of humility and the value of silence." Zayne delivers, chilly tone and cold eyes.

Raincoat laughs, shrugging his shoulders and pulling away finally, grinning, "I guess not. I'll leave you be to your snacks then, Unicorn, and your new, and only, friend." He almost pats your shoulder, but you're aware enough to pull away from him. His hand passes through air and he smirks, "So antsy. Don't worry doggy."

You think about clamping your fangs around his hand and biting through the muscle. Reaching with your claw to tear his sternum out. He would taste like rot, you think, but maybe it would be worth it to finally quieten him.

You're sure everyone tied to EVER would taste like rot. You, Caleb, even Philip. He'd talked of atonement. Was that even possible?

You watch as Raincoat goes to leave, before the door swings open, and two figures, far smaller, barrel in and through him. Barely keeping himself on his own feet.

Two kids, you wouldn't be able to guess their ages from a look, but they only come up to Raincoat's mid-thigh.

"Where are they?"

"In here right? Everyone said they spend time in Mr Leon's lab."

"You?" One of them points at Raincoat, "Are you a Unicorn?"

"Excuse me?"

"No, Mori! He stinks, plus he doesn't have a cool arm."

"Morgie, look look!"

You feel a sense of foreboding, that tends to come when you've been spotted by someone with any level of combat skill. The kind that makes you turn in time to catch a dagger to the back. The kind that alerts you to wanderers as they appear behind you.

Except this is for two children, who barrel right through and up to you. Nigh-identical faces peering up at you, and then looking at the macarons the doctor was part way through devouring.

"What in the-" Raincoat exhales, walking further into the room as he watches.

"Can we try one?"

"What?"

"Or are they just for the man with the glasses?"

Zayne blinks, "There are children here?"

"Hey! We're eight!"

You want the static headache back, that one is familiar now, a feeling you're getting somewhat used to, despite the agony of it. This new headache, is loud. Hands reach out for the treats, before you finally snap out of it, "Hey, no. Who are you?"

They freeze, stepping back, and both bow in unison. Bending at the waist like dolls on string. When they stand back up, they're both wearing big grins, crooked teeth and curly black hair. One's eyes are dark blue, the other bears silver. One has their hair in a long side braid, the other has it free.

"Why are there children in EVER's compound?"

"You want the honest answer, Doctor Li?"

His jaw ticks, looking over at the twins who are watching the three of you, curious and amused, but still glancing down at the treats. Zayne exhales, pushing two over to the two, then begins to rub his head. Exhaustion coming back into his freshly rested body, you figure, as his shoulders slump.

"I'm Morrigan!" The one with the braid grins, their hands grubby as they shovel crumbs into their mouth.

The other one is neater, carefully nibbling the edges, "I'm Morgana."

"You should be with your handler, kids." Raincoat speaks out, looking out of his depth for the first time since you'd met him.

You'd laugh, if you didn't also feel at odds. Twins… your thoughts go to Philip. The initiative to test twins had never stopped, you'd heard it talked about. Whenever you had, you thought of twin baby crows for some reason. Hopping about and eating crumbs. Seeking out the shadow of a bigger one.

It was a small fleeting piece of static. It did not hurt as much, you thought, just… made you feel like you were missing something.

"Shouldn't you two have masks?" Escapes you, on an exhale, through the dull pain.

"What?"

"No… nevermind, it's nothing." You have to get it together, Raincoat would easily take any excuse to drag you in front of those higher up than Leon, if you begin fraying at the edges. Anymore than you already are.

They look at you, and shake their heads, but don't seem bothered by the question, too busy looking at the macarons, then back at you.

"We're looking for a Unicorn, they're going to train us!"

"Excuse me? I think-"

Raincoat laughs, actually laughs, looking at you like he cannot imagine anything funnier. You frown at him, resisting the urge to show the kids their first 'lesson'. How to rip a man's arms off, and beat him to death with them.

"You've got the wrong person, kids. This one has the social skills of a plank of wood."

"You're a Unicorn?"

"Unicorn, just Unicorn, not 'a' unicorn." You sigh, not sure why you're even bothering to argue with them. It's not as though you want the title. You just don't really like being compared to Raincoat. A title that passes down.

When you're gone, you hope that's it. No more beasts, with heads prepped for the sword to be plunged through. A macabre reminder of what EVER will do, even to things that are supposed to be unique.

"Hey mister, can we have another one?" You watch as their attention is taken from you, pointing at the bag. He acquiesces easily, offering them more. Even though his smile does not grow wider, you can't help the odd heat in your chest at the warmth in his eyes. You remember Raincoat's words. Offering sweets to children. It becomes easier to understand the way he is a good doctor, as you watch him.

The guilt settles heavier in your stomach. He shouldn't be here. He should be out there, doing something better. Not being tarred and sullied by EVER, and their cruelty.

They eat gleefully, and you watch them as they do.

Caleb, I want one of those! One day, pipsqueak. Will we have all kinds of sweets? Like them? We sure will, whenever you want, yeah? I'll get it. One day. Whatever you want. Promise? Promise, Pipsqueak. Always.

"This one is the Unicorn, you're looking for." Raincoat laughs, pointing at you.

You flinch as they round on you, with grubby hands and excited eyes, "You're real!"

"We thought they were teasing us."

"'Go find Unicorn, and get them to train you.'"

"'Then you can stick around, and we won't send you off.'"

"So we came to find you!"

The two are right in front of you, staring up at you with sparkling eyes, before you can even hope to prepare for it. You flinch back, and hear the soft laugh to your side, from a man who is having far too much fun, in his own prison.

The twins smile, you can tell they're trying their hardest to look as endearing as possible, as one of them tries to grab for your hand. Which you pull out of their reach quickly.

Avoiding being smeared with crumbs, and macaron filling. The idea appealing even less than the two kids clinging to you.

"Please train us!"

49 notes · View notes

cosmicpancakes · 3 months ago

Text

Hi guys... here's a little snippet of a oneshot I'm working on! yumihisu my beloved </3

To my dearest Ymir,

A few days ago, I finally got to read your letter. I don't know why exactly I am writing this, and I know it'll never reach you, but a small part of me somehow holds on to the hope that you'll receive it.

How could I ever do this without you, Ymir? You said we would get through everything together, yet that was just another blatant lie of yours. You never told me about your titan, never told me why you left, never why you didn't stay. We could've figured something out, like running away together or

I don't know who I'm kidding. You could lie to my face a thousand times, and I'd forgive you in the blink of an eye. I wish you could be here with me, tucking my hair behind my ear and rubbing my back like you always did when I was cried during those late nights while we were still cadets. Never asking why, always knowing what to say. You've missed out on far too much already, and the thought that you'll never get to see anything that happens after this makes me slightly nauseous.

You never even got to see my coronation, despite being the first person to know about the fact that I was the rightful heir to the throne. They were putting the crown on my head, and all I could think about was the way you'd be smiling in the crowd if you were still here. If you were still here, you would've helped me bear the burden that is that crown - it's so heavy without you. Everything is.

I hope one day I'll get to see you again. Until then, I'll try to figure this out and live as myself. Just as you wanted.

Sincerely,

Krista Historia Reiss.

As if on que, the solid wooden doors creaked open just as she placed the final dot on the page. Historia rushed to grab the small stack of papers, holding them close to herself as she used her other hand to quickly wipe are at her eyes.

"... Your majesty?" Eren asked meekly, fiddling with his thumbs as he avoided her gaze.

"Don't call me that." She snapped, maybe too aggressively, before clearing her throat. "What is it?" This time slightly softer, she asked him.

He seemed taken aback, swallowing hard as he gingerly made his way towards the fireplace she was situated next to.

"I just-" He paused as if unsure what to say next, looking down at his shifting feet, "-wanted to talk to you before the medal ceremony."

She nodded, looking up at him as if waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"I heard from Hange what happened. With Ymir, I mean." He looked at her, "I never would've thought she would side with Bertholdt and Reiner, but I guess it makes more sense on why it turned out like this when you consider that. I'm sorry."

She hummed, her eyes locking back on crackling flame infront of them. "I thought she would return, and apologise, and we would finally be able to be together again. Everything feels so much quieter now that I know she's truly gone."

"That doesn’t sound like Ymir."

"But what would? I never really knew with her."

Eren bit his cheek. "Um, I guess I never thanked you for not eating me. So, thanks."

"Make sure your uniform is freshly washed and dried for tomorrow," Historia replied, ignoring him. "And don't be late."

"I'm gonna take that as a you're welcome?"

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Sure."

Eren grinned back.

That was the last time she saw him smile.

#yumihisu #ymir x historia #historia aot #ymir of the 104th #ymir aot #aot #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #snk fanfiction #snk #shingeki no kyojin #this will be angsty i fear.#character studies my beloved #eren yeager #eren aot #i forgot he's here too whoops

23 notes · View notes

taliesin-19 · 4 months ago

Text

Random Fact of the Week - Molly and Abby Edition

Abby looked left and right, eyeing both entrances to the kitchen of the Burrow before snatching a biscuit off the plate on the table.

Molly had taken them out of the oven not ten minutes ago and they were warm, and gooey, and absolutely delicious--

"What are you doing?"

Abby stuffed the rest of the biscuit in her mouth and turned around, spotting Harry in the doorway.

"Nothing," she said, gulping down a rather large bite.

Harry gave her a frown and walked in, eyeing the plate of biscuits. "You ate one, didn't you."

At that moment, Molly walked in, smiling at them both before taking in their expressions.

"Is something the matter?" she said.

Harry sighed heavily as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. "The Healer said Abby should stay away from dairy. She's been breaking out into hives and getting nauseous. But the first moment I leave her alone, she's got her hand in the biscuit jar--literally."

Abby clicked her tongue. "Oh, come off it, Harry. It was only one!"

"One was clearly enough to do the trick yesterday," he said, before looking at Molly. "She was up at the crack of dawn vomiting for hours."

"It could have just been the regular morning sickness," she said, crossing her arms.

"That's not what the Healer said--"

"Oh, enough with the Healer already!" Abby said, throwing her hands up. "The Healer this, the Healer that. Why don't you go and marry him!"

"Maybe I should!" Harry said. "I'm sure he'd be more reasonable about his own health!"

At this point, Molly decided to step in. "All right then," she said, rubbing soothing circles on Abby's back. "Why don't we all just take a breather. Abby, let's go out in the garden for a bit. It's beautiful out."

"Fine," she mumbled, giving Harry a small glare that she knew was immature.

Once outside, she exhaled loudly and sat down on the swing next to Molly, staring out at the flower beds in silence.

"I know I'm being a brat," Abby said. "I know he does it because he cares, you don't have to tell me. It's just annoying sometimes."

Molly chuckled softly. "I wasn't going to tell you anything of the sort, dear. I just figured you both needed some space."

Abby looked at her and gave her a grateful smile. "I'm so happy about this baby. And obviously I love him. But sometimes, he's just so..."

"Harry?" Molly finished for her.

"Yeah, that," Abby said, amused. "It's like all the bits of his personality that usually are only slightly irritating have become extremely irritating now that I'm pregnant. Please don't tell me this is going to be the rest of our lives."

Abby dropped her head into her hands. She felt the woman's hand on her back, warm and steady. The simple presence of it brought a comfort to her that she didn't know she'd been craving. The touch of woman, older and wiser. The touch of a mother.

For the longest time, she'd thought she'd gotten most of her grieving out of the way. But now that she was pregnant, now that she was going to be a mother herself...she felt new parts of that grief come rushing forth.

Maybe it wasn't just Harry being overly protective that was affecting her mood lately.

She wanted her mum. It was as simple as that.

"This won't be the rest of your lives," Molly said gently. "Harry's always been protective. But after everything he's been through, I imagine it's only gotten more extreme. And it's not that he doesn't trust you--no. He's just so afraid, he feels like even the smallest bit of control might keep his head above water."

Abby nodded in understanding. "I'm scared, too,' she admitted.

"Of course you are, my dear," Molly said, brushing a hand down her hair. "It's the scariest and loveliest thing, having a child. Just as all the best parts of life are. But I'll tell you what I told Harry before he became a father for the first time..."

"What's that?" Abby said, lifting her head up.

"You've got a whole army of people around you, ready and willing and so happy to help," she said. "You will never be alone."

Shutting her eyes, Abby felt a tear slip down her face. Without another word, Molly leaned in and hugged her close.

And Abby realized in the back of her mind that both women were grieving different losses.

But like pieces of a puzzle, they connected ever so perfectly to fill the space.

#rfw #gywm #hpfanfiction #fanfiction #harry/oc #random fact of the week #oc #molly weasley

21 notes · View notes

mj-iza-writer · 1 year ago

Text

Trigger Warning... mentions of periods.

The vein of my existence. -MJ

"Um Master", Whumpee peaked in.

"What do you need?", Whumper didn't bother to look up from his computer work.

"My chores are all done, but my period just started is there anyway I could lay on the couch", Whumpee clutched their stomach, "I feel really nauseus and the cramps are really bad. I just threw up also."

Whumper looked up from his work, "that's fine, do you have everything you need?"

"Yes sir, I still have pads from last month", Whumpee sighed as they laid on the couch, "I was cleaning the bathroom floor when I felt really nauseated, then I threw up into the toilet. I finished cleaning and felt some cramps, so I checked myself."

Whumper nodded, "I was wondering when you would start. You've been acting weird the past few day."

"I have?", Whumpee looked up worriedly.

Whumper nodded, "nothing bad, just normal behavior for when you're about to start", Whumper grinned, "I know it's nothing you can control so I patiently deal with it."

"Oh sorry", Whumpee looked down.

"It's fine", Whumper looked back at the computer, "I've got a face time call coming in."

Whumpee nodded, knowing that meant to be quiet.

Whumpee listened to Whumper's meeting. They closed their eyes a few times before Whumper had finished.

Whumper closed the computer when the FaceTime was over.

"Are you going to sleep over there?", Whumper grinned.

"No just trying to find the awkward pose that alleviates the pain and nausea", Whumpee opened their eyes, "you turned off everything right? Even the camera?"

"Yes sir, mom, everything is off", Whumper sighed and looked over.

"You know it's amazing. I'm so nauseous, and yet I'm craving chocolate", Whumpee sighed, "why do I always crave chocolate?"

Whumper reached down the side of his seat and pulled out a few tiny chocolate bars.

He smiled as he chucked each one at Whumpee.

Whumpee sat up after the last one hit their face, "ouch", Whumpee sighed, then picked one to eat, "thanks."

"With the sacrifice of my chocolate, the beast has been fed", Whumper mocked.

Whumpee grinned, "I eat more of your chocolate than you do."

"Yeah, I know you sneak into my stash and help yourself", Whumper watched Whumpee eat the candy, "I should say try to sneak, because you don't do a good job at hiding it."

Whumpee giggled a little while opening it.

"Ow... oww", Whumpee grimaced.

"What happened?", Whumper frowned.

"I feel like I'm being stabbed in my abdomen and my pelvis. Then my hips feel like they're being pulled apart", Whumpee laid back down, "this sucks."

"Did you take anything for it?", Whumper sighed.

"No Master, I just finished my chores and came to you", Whumpee grunted, "hmmm, these cramps are coming on strong."

Whumper got up and went to the kitchen.

After a few minutes, he came back carrying some medicine and a cup of ginger alle.

"Take these", Whumper handed the medicine over, "hopefully that will reduce the pain. The ginger should help with your nausea."

Whumper left again... this time bringing back a heating pad. They plugged it in and handed it Whumpee.

After he felt Whumpee was set up properly, he went back to his computer.

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee looked up, "may I ask a question though?"

"That's fine."

"I guess two questions. How do you know what to give me to help? And, why are you so nice to me when I get my period?"

"Well, I had a mom and two sisters growing up. My mom always said, "those periods are one of the worst things a female has to go through. Some don't have it as bad as others, but it is difficult for anyone to go through. Take care of the ladies in your life and make sure you give them and easier time during their period week."

Whumper grinned, "though I'm sure my mom meant if I had a wife and daughters. Not a slave. My mom taught me how to help her and my sisters and what things they needed."

Whumpee nodded.

"Go ahead and rest, let me know if you need anything else", Whumper looked back at their computer, "I need to get back to work."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou", they whispered.

"You're welcome", Whumper smiled.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst

@generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee

@expressionless-fr @theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee @candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers @starfields08000 @a-living-canvas @lumpofsand

@watermeezer @indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains @3-2-whump @risk606

77 notes · View notes

obsessivestar · 5 months ago

Text

'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

// General Warnings: 18+ fic (MINORS dni), Reader implied to be afab!, under 5'5. She/They pronouns used.

// Chapter Warnings: More angst, a lot of yelling n REAL exposition about the wedding

Word Count: 5.4k

☆▪︎▪︎▪︎Taglist!▪︎▪︎▪︎☆

@k-k0129 , @callsign-scully , @limecorpse & @schlattandcompany

☆Love You To Death!☆

Chapter 20: I Remember That.

I wake up that morning feeling...uneasy. I feel nauseous, like I've only woken up because my body is signaling to me that I'm gonna be sick. I can feel a loose arm draped around my side behind me, I must've woke up before our alarm. I didn't sleep well. I kept tossing and turning, I kept waking up. Ted would whisper sweet nothings to me, he'd hold me close, kiss my cheek and my ear. He doesn't know he's the reason I couldn't relax. I...didn't even want to be in here last night. Not after what I heard. Not after what I know.

He lied to me last night. Lied to my face. Right to my fucking face. It was so casual, too. It was easy for him. A little white lie for him, maybe...but to me?...Man. Fuck. How long has he been able to do that?

Without moving too much, I reach out for my phone to check the date. It's Friday. Joe said he needed to tell me by Monday, but honestly, I...I don't know if I can wait. I don't think I can even trust that Ted will tell me the full truth. I know it now. I know that look in his eyes when he's lying. It's burned into my memory. He lied to me when we were high, too. I can see that now. Got me high just to lie to me. How did I not see it the first time? I could feel it. I could fucking feel that something was different, I...

I feel Ted shift a bit behind me, pressing his body more against mine, burying his face into my back. His breathing is still steady and quiet. He's still asleep. I...I don't think I should confront him first, not when I can't figure out exactly what he lied about. Did he lie about his girlfriend leaving him? Did he lie about how or why he left? Did he say something to someone? Do something? What is he so ashamed of that he had to lie about it? And why wouldn't Joe just tell me the first time? What is this big secret? What kinda shit could one guy pull at a fucking wedding? What makes not one, but two people want to hide it from me?

As I hear Ted's alarm begin to go off, I silently decide that I'll be going to Joe first. I don't think I can trust Ted to give me the entire truth. He's been too keen on hiding it from me, even if he wants to be with me. At least this way, if he does try to tell me on Monday, I can call out any inconsistencies. No, I can call out any more lies.

I set my phone down to pretend that I was also waking up, stretching my limbs out as Ted reaches back to hit snooze on his phone with a grunt. We both have quite an early morning, so there isn't a lot of time to speak or cuddle, outside of a quick 'Good morning' from Ted.

I leave the room to head into my own, letting out a small sigh of relief. That's not a good feeling, feeling relieved to be away from Ted. It used to be the other way around. I used to feel nauseous if I wasn't with him, I used to feel colder, used to imagine myself in his arms, imagine his lips on mine. Now, I can't think about any of that without frowning. None of it feels genuine anymore. I shake my head and let out a deep breath. I can't be getting all up in my feelings right now. I still have a job to do. I have to try and finish this. Not for Ted or Joe, but for Tanner. He has no idea what's going on, I don't want to let him down. Production has been nothing but smooth. I'm not about to ruin that because of some...bullshit. I don't think I could forgive myself if I let him down.

I push all of my uneasy thoughts and feelings down as I get dressed, making sure to wear something easy to move in. The weekend will be spent officially rehearsing the ballroom dance sequence. We've done some basic practicing, got the wardrobe and such, but now the camera's will be involved to figure out which angles work the best with the right lighting. This is the one scene that Tanner's REALLY fixed on looking perfect. We've got the entire weekend to figure out what works before we get into costume and everything. I'll...have to be hand in hand with Ted for it all, but that's fine. I'm doing this for Tanner. I'm doing this for Tanner.

I step out after getting dressed, moving past Ted's room to head downstairs for breakfast. This is the first morning in a while where Ted and I haven't come downstairs together. I get a few looks from the team, but I don't entertain them. I don't really care what the fuckin' team thinks. Nosey fucks.

I meet up with Tanner and Joe in the kitchen, getting one of the bagels to toast as they greet me. Tanner asks where Ted is. I just shrug and make a passing comment about how he'd slept in. Tanner buys it, but I can see that Joe is giving me a look. He'll be connecting the dots quickly, I already know it. I heard you, Joe. I heard both of you.

The morning goes by in a blur. My brain feels like it's on autopilot for most of the day, honestly. We get into position with some members of the wardrobe team who would be acting as background extras and go through the choreography step by step. If Ted makes a comment, I force a laugh but I'm mostly stoic for practice. We're supposed to be focusing, so I can kinda use that as an excuse to be more silent. The choreography isn't that complicated anyways, it's just a lot of spinning and stepping on beat. Ted has more trouble grasping it than I do, so oftentimes I'm just guiding him while he figures it out. A couple days ago, I probably would've thought this was cute. Now, I just wanna get it over with.

Thankfully we get to have a lunch break later in the afternoon. Some members of the crew end up going out to nab something to eat. I expected Ted to try and ask me to go out to dinner with him, but Dan had stepped in first, asking him to go out with him and Tanner to some new sub place. Convenient. Ted asks if I want to join, but since Joe isn't going, I politely decline, claiming I didn't like sandwiches or something. Ted reluctantly buys it, giving me a warm smile and a kiss on my forehead before he sets off.

"Be back soon, princess.."

I hate it, but...that makes me smile. For a brief moment, that warm, funny feeling spreads along my chest and I smile as he heads out the front door, giving me one final wave before shutting it. I can still see his affectionate little smile, those cozy hazel eyes....

And then the feeling fades about as fast as it overcame me. I can't let my feelings cloud my judgement. Not this time. He lied to you. He lied to me. Now, I just gotta find out exactly what he was hiding.

I head over to the living room where Joe is scrolling on his phone, brushing some of his hair out of his face with his other hand. He seems to be in the same funk that I'm in. I stand in front of the couch, anxiously picking at my nails a bit. I'm unsure of how to even...start this. I'm about to face the biggest mystery of my relationship with Ted...without Ted. I don't feel good, that uneasiness returns, but I have to push past it. I need to know what happened.

"Joe?" I clear my throat before speaking, keeping my fidgeting hands in front of me. He looks up from his phone, giving me big, curious eyes.

"Mm? Wassup?" He pipes up, pursing his lips out slightly. I'm nervous, but I know I can trust Joe to tell me the truth. He may have lied to me first, but I just know he won't make that mistake again.

"Can I...talk to you upstairs?" I point one of my thumbs back to the stairs, trying not to appear too nervous. "It's important.."

I see Joe's expression shift. Now he looks worried, but in an almost fraternal way. He's not worried about what I want, he's worried about how I'm feeling. He's a good friend.

"Yeah! Yeah, absolutely." He gives me a reassuring smile, standing up off of the couch to walk with me upstairs. We quietly step into his room and I close his door, taking in another deep breath. I feel like I can't breathe right, and christ, I'm still nauseous...

"...I, uh.." I speak up ever so slightly just to make sure I'm not going to throw up before I can ask this, placing one of my hands over my stomach. Joe looks even more worried now, his eyebrows furrowing at me.

"Yeah?" Joe speaks up in a concerned tone, placing his own hand over his own stomach as well. "Did I do something?"

"No! No--" I take a step forward with my hands out in front of me, trying to reassure him. I don't want him to think he did anything wrong. Yeah, he lied first, but he's not the one I'm mad at. "It's not--I'm not upset with you, I promise.."

"Okay.." Joe let's out a small sigh of relief, resting both of his hands in his lap. "So...what's wrong? Are you feeling okay?"

When he asks me that, the anxiety in my stomach only grows. My hands suddenly feel cold, and they're shaking. I go from feeling nauseous to feeling like I hadn't eaten anything in days. I open my mouth to answer, but only a shaky stammer escapes me. It's like I'm being frozen from the inside, but I can't freeze up now. I need to face this. I need to fucking face this.

"I heard you last night."

Joe gets it immediately. His concerned expression fades into an almost...disappointed look. He's not disappointed with me, no....with himself. His eyes fall from mine, looking down at his lap for a moment before a quick sigh leaves him.

"Shit.." He curses quietly to himself, firmly sliding one of his hands up his arm to rub his bicep, turning his head away as he rubs over his shoulder to let out another heavier sigh. He's uncomfortable with confrontation. Honestly, so am I sometimes, but I want answers. "How much did you hear?"

"Pretty much all of it." I admit, making my voice a little lower to hide how shaky I've become. I'm ignoring any panicky signs my body is trying to send to my brain. It feels like my soul is about to jump out of me, but I ignore it. "That you wanted him to tell me what happened, that you gave him until Monday..."

"Fuck, (Y/N)...I'm sorry.." Joe frowns at me, leaning his head down to place it into his hands. I hear him let out a quiet groan as he runs his fingers through his hair, tugging at the back a little. "I...didn't want you to hear that.."

"You said I should.." I added with a small shrug, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "You said I should hear you two.."

"Okay, but I didn't mean it! I didn't--" Joe raises his head to look at me, letting out a nervous scoff. "I didn't want you to find out that way. I was just...mad at him. I was pissed."

"I know, Joe.." I speak softly to try and calm him down, moving over to sit next to him at the edge of his bed. "I didn't bring you up here to get mad at you.."

I let Joe take his time to collect himself a bit, watching as he ruffled his mullet up with a stressful huff before turning to look at me. "...Then why are we up here?.." He asked, placing his hands back in his lap.

"Because I...I want to know what happened..." I admit with a long pause, glancing at the ground a bit before meeting Joe's nervous gaze with my own. "And...I don't think I can trust Ted to tell me the truth..."

It hurts to admit it aloud. The second I say it, I feel my eyes get a little teary, but no. I'm not going to let myself cry. Not about this. I'm just scared. I'm panicking, because I truly have no idea what he wanted to hide from me. I let out a shaky sigh and turn my head up to the ceiling, blinking my eyes to dry them.

"(Y/N), I...I don't know if I should..." Joe speaks up, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. "It's not my story to tell. I wanted Ted to be the one to explain himself..."

"Okay, well it's not a story Ted wants to tell, Joseph..." I admit with a slight scoff, giving him a small shrug. "I don't think he's gonna tell me."

"I gave him until Monday to tell you." Joe replies, straightening his back a bit. "I know you're upset, but..."

"He's had many opportunities to tell me, Joseph."

"I know, I just--"

"and frankly, I don't trust him to tell me the full truth anymore..."

"I think he will, (Y/N). He--"

"He literally lied to my face last night, Joseph." I huff, smacking the back of my hand down in my lap. "I asked if he was okay, I basically gave him a chance to come clean, and he lied to me. I had to lay in his fuckin' bed next to his fuckin' body, KNOWING he's been lying to me.."

Joe falls silent and gives me a worried frown, glancing away briefly to shake his head with a heavy huff. He knows I'm not leaving until I find out the truth. Neither one of us are leaving.

"I'm just--I'm fucking paranoid, Joe." I continue, my shaky demeanor beginning to reveal itself in my voice. "I don't know what he did, I don't know why he's hiding what he did and it's freaking me out. Did he fuckin' punch someone out? Did he call you a slur or something?"

"Nothing like that.." Joe spoke up with another shake of his head. "He's not like that."

"Okay, but how the fuck am I supposed to know? I don't have anything to go off of, Joseph! I did--I don't--I've got fuckin'--I've got no idea! Nothing! No context, no idea, nothing! I just--I don't even know if I fucking care what it is anymore, I just want to know! I'm so--I'm sick of--"

"Okay! Okay--" Joe places both of his hands down on mine to calm my shaking, taking a deep breath to encourage me to relax. He takes a slow inhale through his nose while keeping his gaze on me, giving me a slow nod of his head as he exhales through his mouth. It feels a little patronizing, but I take a slow, deep breath anyways, following his lead until I stop feeling so shaky.

"I'll tell you..." Joe gives me a slow nod, speaking in a softer, lower tone. "But you have to promise me you're gonna wait until Monday before you say anything, alright?.."

"I--ugh.." I let out a soft scoff, running my fingers along my scalp stressfully. "Yeah, fine.."

"I'm serious." Joe insists, making his tone a little more firm. "I know you're frustrated with him, you'll probably be even more frustrated after I tell you, but I think you should give him a chance to come clean; give him this one last chance. At least then I won't look like a fuckin' dick for telling you after I've warned him.."

That last sentence gets a slight chuckle out of me and I shake my head, turning away to think about it. I can...probably do that. If it's not as bad as him hitting someone or saying a slur or something, I can wait until Monday. Maybe I'll feel a little better just...knowing what they wanted to hide. Maybe it's something stupid.

"...Alright." I turn to look at Joe again, giving him a little nod. "I promise, but if he doesn't tell me by Monday, I'm not holding back."

"That's fine, I could barely hold back myself." Joe admitted with a little shrug, turning his body a bit more to face me. "Now...I know he told you a little bit about the wedding, but what exactly did he tell you?"

I think back to what I already know. It's a little hard to remember details at first. I mean, he did get me high before telling me.

...No, I don't know if it's fair to keep saying that, actually. I didn't exactly fight him on it. I could've easily given a firm no and Ted would've backed off. We're both adults, I chose to take the blunt. It was...fun. That's on me.

"He...told me he came to the wedding with his girlfriend, and he made a comment about what their wedding might look like in the future.." I begin to explain, narrowing my eyes a little, like I had to focus on every detail. "...and that caused and argument and she left him..."

"That's why she left?.." Joe's eyes widen a little. He sounds...surprised. "Oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'?" I furrow my brows at Joe, giving him a confused look.

"I didn't know that." Joe admitted in a 'matter of fact' tone. "That's not what he told me."

"What do you mean you didn't know that?"

"That's not what he told me!"

"He didn't say they had broken up?"

"No!"

"What the fuck did you think when she left??"

"He said she had an emergency, then he said after, like, a week later that they had broken up!"

"Ah great, so he's just fuckin' lying to everyone.."

"Okay well it wasn't really my business, (Y/N). He was probably embarrassed."

"He really didn't tell you that?"

"No! He honestly didn't! I'm just learning this now, from you!"

That's...surprising. Why would he tell me that, but not Joe? Not anyone else? Is he just a habitual liar? Is that who I've been sleeping with the last 2 weeks? Christ. I really know how to pick them.

"Okay, so..." Joe pauses after a moment, an awkward chuckle escaping him. "What did he say happened after?"

"He said...he drank a lot of wine, watched the ceremony, saw me up on the stage as your maid of honor and left." I explain, giving a small shrug. "And that was it."

"He said he stayed for the ceremony?" Joe asked, interjecting rather quickly. "That's what he said?"

"After drinking a lot of wine, yes." I nod my head, keeping my eyes on Joe. I see an immediate shift in his expression. He looks disappointed again and maybe a little annoyed.

"That's not what happened." Joe says it plainly, shaking his head before adjusting himself a bit on the bed, finaly taking his hands off of mine to scratch his head. "Not what fuckin' happened at all.."

"Okay, so what did happen?" I ask again, clasping my hands together. Here it goes. No turning back now.

"Ted...is an entirely different man when he's too drunk.." Joe began to explain, gesturing his hands out to really emphasize that point. "It's actually fucking weird how he gets when he's drunk. It's gotten to a point where he avoids drinking heavily unless he's at a house party now, he's talked to me about it before.."

It's hard to imagine Ted with a drinking problem, but I'm starting to get an idea of why he'd want to hide this...

"So...He did drink a lot of wine, but...he didn't stay in for the ceremony. I kicked him out before then." Joe admits, clasping his own hands together.

"Why?" I ask again, narrowing my eyes at Joe. I'm getting sick of asking this. "Why did you need to kick him out?"

"He...God, honestly, now that you've told me about his ex..." Joe raises his gaze to the ceiling with a small smile, as if he's figured out the world's greatest secrets. "It makes sense. It fuckin' makes sense. Okay! Um...so he got REALLY drunk, and...he started to hit on every single woman that was at the wedding. Every single one of them."

Joe looks at me as he explains what went down, curling his lips inward a bit as we make eye contact. "And he was sayin' some...wild shit. He was making a lot of people uncomfortable. I almost didn't believe it was him when I was told by Tanner that he was acting that way."

"What wild shit? What was he saying?" A slight scoff leaves me, half of me honestly doesn't believe it. It just sounds ridiculous.

"I don't even know, I don't even know that part." Joe admits with a nervous chuckle. "He was just being...kinda inappropriate. I mean, he knew almost all of the girls there except you, but we were getting hella complaints. I didn't want to kick him out, I was just gonna ask him to tone it down, but then..."

Joe pauses as he looks at me, giving me this apologetic smile. Why is he looking at me like that? And...why is this starting to sound...familiar?

"...He tried to approach you." Joe gestures to me, raising his brows at me. "With two glasses of wine in his hand...while you were up on the stage, and he spills it everywhere, and I mean fucking everywhere, all on the front row. I don't even know how that much wine could get on that many chairs, but some got on my husband's mom. It was bad..."

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck, I REMEMBER that.

"That was HIM?" I stand up off the bed in complete and utter shock. Jesus fucking christ, I can't even remember what he looked like at that event, but I remember that moment clear as day. Some stupid drunk fuck got wine all over the front row, but that was HIM?

"Yeah! Yeah, that was Ted.." Joe gives me a nod, ruffling up his mullet slightly. "You remember the guy I had to walk out? That was him."

I REMEMBER THAT. That happened basically right in front of me! I remember watching them leave, but it's like...everything about Ted being there was a blur. That was Ted? THAT was TED? How?

"That...that doesn't make any fucking sense." I admit with a nervous chuckle, sitting back down next to Joe. "I remember that."

"Yeah." Joe nods again, giving me a knowing frown.

"No, I remember that, Joseph.."

"I know."

"I don't remember that being HIM."

"It was him. A younger, clean shaven him."

"Why the fuck don't I remember it being him?"

"Because I wouldn't let him anywhere near you." Joe admitted with a shake of his head. "Like I said, I didn't want to kick him out. He sobers up quickly, usually, and he was already going through a lot, not just the girlfriend shit, but...he was being weird about you, I don't know. Kept saying you were the one and shit.."

I feel my cheeks warm up a little at that, but it still sounds a little ridiculous. I scoff, letting out a slight laugh. "What do you mean? He was flirting with every girl there, wasn't he? What made me different?"

"No fuckin' clue, but he was a lot more aggressive about you. Kept saying 'No, she's the one. She's gonna be the one. Look at her, she's the one. Watch. Watch' and then he tried to force his way past me, so I had to kick him out. It was too much."

I remembered Joe and most his husband's family rushing the poor guy out, but I didn't know he had been trying to get to me. Is...that why he remembered me? Is that why he's been so...fixated on me? Am I the one that got away? The one girl he couldn't hit up? Was I just a lot prize he finally got his hands on?...

"And...that's pretty much it." Joe admitted with a single clap, resting his hands in his lap. "He got too drunk, hit on everyone, and then when he tried to get to you I had to kick him out. He reached out the next day and apologized and we all just kinda moved on.."

"Except you lied to me about it." I bring up, giving him an annoyed look. "So, doesn't seem like you moved on.."

"When did I lie?" Joe asked, furrowing his brows. "I genuinely don't remember lying. I told you to ask him."

"When Ted and I got back with Dunkin' Donuts on the first day, you said he never asked about me at the wedding." I explained, pointing at Joe. "You even said he left after the ceremony. He wasn't even there for the ceremony."

"....Alright, you're right. I'm sorry.." Joe nods, closing his eyes for a moment. "But c'mon, I was over it. So was Tanner. I didn't expect you two were ever gonna cross paths again."

"We were gonna be working together on the same fucking set, Joseph." I smack the back of my hand on my palm. "You knew that beforehand."

"Okay, but not as romantic co-stars! He was supposed to stay behind the camera, I didn't expect you two to ever interact! You didn't even recognize him!"

"It was 2 years ago! Of course I wouldn't recognize him, what was there to recognize? He's not even in your wedding photos!"

Joe knows I've made a good point and he looks annoyed by it. I didn't intend to get mad at him when we came up here, but he's starting to make excuses and it's pissing me off. He looks up at the ceiling and turns his head away with a huff.

"You were all worried about Ted makin' moves on me, but you wouldn't even tell me why." I continue, keeping my hands together. "It's like you banked on me not remembering him, and I can't figure out why."

"I thought he was going to tell you a lot sooner.." Joe admits, lightly smacking one of his hands down on his lap. "I didn't expect you two to sleep together before he told you."

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I ask, sounding more annoyed. "You knew! You could've let me know! Why count on him? He's been lying to me since the beginning, Joseph."

"Not since the beginning."

"What?"

"Not since the beginning."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because he didn't know he did all that until last week."

"You didn't fuckin' tell him he flirted with all of those women when he apologized?"

"I did! I'm not--(Y/N)--" Joe rubs his forehead with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. "You don't understand.."

That makes me a little mad. I stand up off of the bed again, crossing my arms. "What don't I understand?" I ask, sort of glaring down at Joe. "What am I not understanding?"

"(Y/N), he....he likes you." Joe admits in a softer tone, raising his head to look at me again. "He really likes you."

"Yeah, he likes me enough to sleep with me, but not enough to actually tell me the truth..." I mutter somewhat, rolling my eyes. "What's that got to do with this?"

"He told you he remembered you, right?" Joe asks, shrugging his arms out at me. "Right?"

"Yeah. I'm sure he remembered trying to rush me and every other girl there like we're some extinct animal."

"Okay, he doesn't fucking remember it like that." Joe clarifies, waving his hand slightly in a disapproving gesture. "He genuinely doesn't remember any of that."

"What the fuck do you MEAN?"

"He only remembers YOU!"

Joe stands up off the bed as he points to me, holding both of his hands out to me to really emphasize his point. Ted only remembers me...

"You said he apologized." I bring up, furrowing my brows at Joe.

"Yeah, he did, for getting drunk. I thought he knew what he did, but he fuckin' didn't, I guess. I just learned this last week. So did he." Joe admits smacking his hands together again. "The only things he can remember from the wedding is, apparently, getting broken up with and then seeing you. I fuckin' swear to you, he hasn't been lying to you from the beginning."

"Okay, so why are you suddenly defending him? Did you want it to turn out this way?" I nearly cut Joe off to ask, taking a step towards him. "You've sat on this vital piece of information since the beginning of production. You were all up in a fuss about him making moves on me, you've known for a full WEEK that he's been hiding this from me, but now it's all okay because he likes me?"

"I've been trying to convince him to tell you for that full week, (Y/N)! I haven't just been sitting on my ass watching you two!" Joe cuts in, his own hands getting a bit shaky. We haven't fought like this in a long time. "You KNOW I would NEVER want to hide shit from you, (Y/N)! I love you! You're like my fucking sibling, but he REALLY wanted to make this shit work with you and I wanted to give him the chance! I'm not apologizing for that!"

I didn't mean for this exchange to become so...heated. Joe's right. I can't pin this on him. Should he had told me the first time I asked? Maybe, but...I can understand why he didn't. He didn't want to but in, and he trusted Ted to be the one to tell me. He's known Ted longer than I have and he seems just as disappointed in him as I am, maybe even more. At the end of the day, Ted was the one who kept lying to me, kept hiding it from me. That's who I need to face. Not Joseph. Not my brother.

"...You're right..." I speak up with a shameful frown, my voice cracking ever so slightly. "I'm sorry..."

Joe gives me a sad smile, moving in to pull me into a warm, comforting hug. "I know. It's alright..." He speaks quietly, rubbing my back to soothe me. "I'm sorry too. I'm sorry.."

"No, don't apologize, please.." I shake my head in the hug, once again having to hold back tears. God, I hate this feeling. This whole thing...what a stupid fucking thing to keep from me. I'm not even anxious about it anymore. I'm angry. I'm angry that Ted lied to me. I'm angry that what's seemingly a white lie turned into this. Maybe it wasn't for the entire trip, but he's been lying to me for a week now. Ever since we slept together, he's been lying to me. That's not okay.

"Are you okay?.." Joe asks after a small moment of silence, pulling back from the hug to look at my face. I blink a few times to fight back any tears, wiping under my eyes just in case with a small sniffle.

"Yeah." I nod a little, blinking up at the ceiling to dry my tears. Thank God the makeup team didn't work on me today. Christ. "Yeah, I will be.."

Just then, I hear the sound of a large door opening and closing downstairs along with Dan, Tanner and Ted's voices laughing and playfully yelling at each other over some joke that was probably told in the truck. They're back. Guess it's time to get back to work.

"You gonna be okay?" Joe asks again, raising both of his brows at me with a concerned expression. I know what he's really asking. He's still making sure I'm gonna wait until Monday to bring this up. As angry as I am, yeah. I can wait. I can wait until Monday. Ted has 3 days to tell me the truth. I can play the part until then. I'm already an actress.

"Yeah." I nod, looking at Joe with an almost stoic expression. "Yeah. I'm fine."

I....might be lying.

__________________________________

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 (smut) || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 (smut) || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 (smut) || Chapter 15 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17 || Chapter 18 (smut) || Chapter 19 || Chapter 20 (here) || Chapter 21 || Chapter 22 || Chapter 23 || Chapter 24 (smut) || Chapter 25 (final) ||

#ted nivison #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison x you #ted nivison fanfic #ted nivison fanfiction #allaromcom

41 notes · View notes