#he tried to walk with me yesterday and talk when i was tired of noise so i called my dad lmao

[butchlifeguard]

i keep talking to my friends and family more when this guy is around and its seemingly innocuous but it just isnt things id normally say

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

You Randomly Sit on His Lap: As Your Boyfriend

note: y'all, college is kicking my ASS. anyone else in college? how are we doin? it's finals month. we also had a total eclipse yesterday in the US. who got to see it? my town was one that you could see the whole thing perfectly.

Leo:

He just looked so calm reading his book. You invited him over for a quiet afternoon as you'd had a hectic week and just wanted some peace with your boyfriend. Leo was sitting in the recliner with a mug sitting next to him on the coffee table. You couldn't help but watch him read.

It was rare to have everything be so quiet and see him be so calm. In these rare moments, he looked especially cozy. So much so that your brain was screaming at you to curl up with him. You tried not to disturb him because you knew he needed space, but you found yourself walking over to him anyway. You just had to hug him.

You lifted his arms and manuvered under them, straddling his lap. Leo didn't say a word until you were settled. Your head was in the crook of his neck and your arms were laid over his shoulders as best they could. You gave a content sigh and closed your eyes. You felt him press a kiss to your forehead and heard a page flip in his book.

"Now this is what I consider a relaxing afternoon."

Raph:

He was in one of his moods today and asked you to come over. Raph always found himself feeling better with you around and talking to him. He just felt less stressed with you. You suggested he try and take a nap to cool off and that you'd just play on your phone until he woke up. Now you found yourself trying not to wake him.

Raph was a heavy sleeper, especially when tired. You knew he needed the rest, it was so obvious when you saw him and he was pale. Now that he was fully asleep sitting against the wall, you had the urge to curl up on his lap. He just looked so warm and so peaceful. You found yourself growing sleepy looking at him.

Your body moved before your mind could tell it to stop and you climbed on top of him. You laid over his plastron and laid your head between his chin and collarbone. You yawned and laid your arm over his bicep. You felt an arm wrap around you and rub your back gently as you closed your eyes.

"If ya wanted ta nap with me, ya coulda just said so."

Donnie:

The sound of keyboard clicking and metal clacking filled the room. You were doing homework/work and invited Donnie over to keep you company. While he was there, he found himself fixing your sink once again. Not what you had planned, but you were grateful he took it upon himself to fix it without you asking.

You heard the cabinet shut and his footsteps wonder over to where you sat on the couch. He looked proud of himself, which told you he fixed the sink. He sat down and peered over your shoulder, reading what you had typed. He always looked adorable when he was in his teacher mode. You were feeling a little mischevious.

You closed your laptop and climbed into his lap, hugging his neck. Donnie made a surprised noise and chuckled. His arms went around you slowly as you got comfortable in his arms. Physical affection isn't his strong suite, but he said you could hug him when you wanted. You were simply taking him up on his past offer.

"You said company, not a distraction, but I'll let this one slide cause you're warm."

Mikey:

There's never a time where his arm isn't around you or he isn't holding your hand. Mikey loved to be touching you in some way, if you were okay with it, of course. It wasn't unheard of to see the two of you curled up together, seeing you two showing some sort of physical affection towards each other, or just being together.

He was playing video games. You came over to hang out and he was playing video games. You felt a little annoyed by the lack of attention as you watched him play. His elbows were on his knees, his eyes concentrated on the screen. His tongue was sticking out in concentration. His lap was free and you were itching for some sort of affection.

You stood up from your spot and walked over to him. Mikey didn't even look at you. You rolled your eyes and lifted one of his arms, climbing under and on to his lap. He moved his head around so he could see the screen but once you settled, he kissed the side of your head. He cheered, wrapping his arms around you, gently squeezing you.

"Just what I needed, my good luck charm, I beat the level!"

[aurumacadicus]

You know what would be funny lmao

--

Tony hadn't been entirely enthused when Steve had showed up after a run with puppy eyes and said, "Just until his owners contact us? He's part husky, someone must be looking for him." He wasn't a dog-person. He was barely a person-person. But he'd conceded, since the dog was staying a finite amount of time, and Steve had promised to bathe it before letting it roam the apartment, and the dog turned out to be house trained already. He even got JARVIS scanning local social media to find its owners. It wouldn't be for long.

And then JARVIS had found a picture and gently informed them that 'Dodger's family had been among the casualties during the alien invasion and while he kept getting adopted, he also kept getting returned, because he kept running away.

"Oh," Steve had said, choked up, and Tony had miserably ordered a dog bed and monogrammed dishes. (He'd reached out to the owners' families, first, of course, but they'd admitted they didn't have the time or space for an escape artist dog that liked to run for hours.)

Dodger wasn't really so bad, though, Tony thought. Steve kept him very well exercised, and Dodger was a great running buddy because Steve never had to worry about tiring him out. He didn't get on the furniture unless they called for him. And sure, he was loud, but Tony found himself talking back to him as if he was a person, and Steve was apparently smitten about it, if Natasha was to be believed.

And, Tony couldn't help but think smugly, Dodger liked cuddling with him better. It was probably because Tony was around more (Steve still went on missions that could last for weeks, but he'd set up an account with a dog-walking service so Tony didn't have to worry about that either). When Steve was there, Tony tried to stay hands off, but when he was gone, he and Dodger got to sulk about it together, and it was a very uniting endeavor. So most nights Steve was gone, they'd lounge together on the couch, Tony watching old movies that didn't require too much attention and Dodger with his nose buried someplace a wet nose was particularly annoying, like on his stomach or the back of his neck.

"I'm home," Steve called, and then, "Really? Neither of you are coming to greet me?"

"You were supposed to be home three days ago," Tony grumped, not looking away from the TV. He'd told Dodger that he was giving Steve the cold shoulder yesterday, and Dodger had yelped back something sounding like 'woo woove woo,' which Tony had decided meant he agreed with him. He knew he'd break eventually, but he decided Steve had to work for it this time, especially because he hadn't wanted him to go undercover for a month anyway.

"Hydra was literally chasing me all over Sweden," Steve said, flabbergasted, as he finally came over to the couch. He frowned at Dodger. "This is no way to treat your main owner."

Dodger lifted his head, mouth opened in a grin, and let out a 'wowyow!'

"I'll remember this when you want to go out for a run with me tomorrow," Steve groused, then scowled at Tony. "And you too. I'm gonna leave him in while I run so he can just bother you."

"I'll cuddle him instead," Tony told him flatly.

Steve let out a wounded noise, then couldn't swallow back an amused huff, leaning over the couch. "Yeah, well, we'll see about that." He waited a beat to see if Tony would take the bait, but he'd been stewing over his safety for three days, so he got nothing. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and sat up a little, reaching out to lay a smack to Tony's ass, because he knew that, at least, would get a reaction.

Tony barely had time to jump in surprise before Dodger was up, barking at him. "Oh my god????"

"Dodger oh my fuck," Steve spluttered, rearing back with his hands up.

Dodger hunched over Tony's body protectively, still barking, loud, assertive noises that left them both absolutely gobsmacked. Finally, though, Tony came out of his shock and turned, wrapping his arms around Dodger in an effort to soothe him. "It's okay, sweetheart, Daddy was just trying to rile me up."

"It's not like he hasn't seen me smack your ass before," Steve exclaimed defensively.

"Maybe if you'd spanked me three days ago, he wouldn't be barking," Tony scoffed.

"Unbelievable. I didn't want to lead Hydra directly to my boyfriend and you're scolding me," Steve said in disbelief. Then he rolled his eyes and sighed, turning to head for the bedroom. "I'm going to shower. Maybe we'll both cool off."

"I'm fine," Tony said sternly.

Steve tossed an unamused frown over his shoulder. "I meant me and Dodger."

"You're both very anxious dogs," Tony agreed sympathetically, then squealed when Dodger shoved his cold nose against his throat, covering Steve's gleeful 'you deserve that!'

[literaila]

lingering 

tasm!peter x fem!reader 

summary: peter feels pretty lucky. 

part one, two. 

warnings: fluff, protective peter, ridiculous suggestions 

*

when the two of you walk into the office, peter will linger a couple of feet behind. 

he'll get the next elevator up. he'll wait a few extra minutes and give you the time to sit down at your desk before he even moves to his. 

and most importantly, he'll spend two minutes trying to wipe the smile off of his face. 

it seems to be glued there, stretching into wrinkles, pulling at his teeth, and making his jaw ache. he tries to scrub it off with a hand, but as soon as it's gone, it comes right back. 

especially when you're right next to him, almost holding his hand. 

"are you going to go take photos of the train station?" you're talking to him and peter is... 

well, he's not really paying attention. 

he shakes his head at you, still smiling. "what?" 

"did you sleep at all last night?" there's a frown on your face, a wrinkle between your brows. 

peter would like to kiss it away. 

he would like to kiss every inch of you, actually. 

"no, i--" he clears his throat. "i got a couple hours. i'm okay." 

"you're distracted," you correct him, stepping out of the way for a woman hurrying down the sidewalk. and then you come right back to him, almost leaning in far enough for him to feel you. 

which he can, already, of course, because he can hear your heartbeat and smell your body wash and taste the chapstick you were wearing when he showed up at your apartment. still, he likes this proximity. 

he wonders how he ever lets you get more than a foot away. 

"well, you're distracting." 

he's grinning at you when you look away. he allows you the moment to let the compliment sink in, and then he reaches down, touching your palm to his. "what were you saying?" 

"i was asking if you're supposed to go take pictures of the train station today? the one that got destroyed on monday." 

you squeeze his hand, giving him a look that translates more than words can. especially in public. he's grateful for your indiscretion, even when he feels it goes too far (for instance, yesterday you told a waiter that you thought spider-man was a self-righteous pest. he got a kiss for that though.) 

finally, peter winces. "yeah, i'm heading there at noon."

when he looks over at you, you're pouting. 

he raises a brow in question. 

"so no lunch today?" you ask, almost whining. and then you tilt your head back, making a displeased noise. 

peter almost laughs, but corrects himself before he can. "i'm sorry, baby, i tried to get an earlier time." 

"how long will you be there?" 

"probably till three, at least. i'm not sure how many other photographers are going to be there." 

your hand slides out of his and you look at him accusingly. "are you even coming back to the office after?" 

he bites the inside of his cheek, looking away from you. 

"peter," you groan, hanging your head. "why didn't you tell me this? i thought i was going over to your place tonight." 

"jameson said that any break away from my face was a good one. i can just edit the pictures on my laptop. and," peter adds, trying to reach for your hand even when you push him away, "you are." 

you scowl. "you won't let me walk there by myself."

and then the smile is back on his face. "that's why i'm coming to pick you up." 

"do you mean that literally," you squint at him, distracting peter with the look on your face. "or figuratively?" 

peter shrugs. 

"you don't have to come all the way back," you tell him, voice soft and sweet. 

"it'll take ten minutes." 

"yeah, but you're already tired. you should sleep until later tonight." 

"i'd rather walk with you." 

you roll your eyes, nudging him with your shoulder. "well, i'd rather have a sane boyfriend, but we can't all get what we want."

peter pokes you in the side, delighting in your giggles, and you finally take his hand so that he'll stop. 

but it's a little too late because the office is twenty feet away from you both. 

you're looking at him with a smile, but it's a different one than usual. a bit sullen. he can see it in the way your lips are turning down. 

"i'll go first?" you ask him, nodding towards the door. 

peter nods. "i'll come say goodbye before i leave." 

you blink at him, eyes and lips, and smile far too dangerous for him to look at for much longer. 

he kisses the top of your head before you go. getting goosebumps when your fingers graze past his as you walk away. 

peter watches you trip over a crack, almost reaching out to catch you before you find your balance again and look back at him with a grin. 

peter shakes his head. 

but he can't help it; he's grinning back. 

*

he's already smiling when you walk through the doors. he knows you're close, if by nothing but intuition. 

and he's almost pushed over--nudged, at most--by you crashing into him, hands around his neck, breath on his ear. 

"hey," you say to him, a moment too late. 

peter wraps his arms around your waist. he leans into your hug, holding you there for just a moment. and then you push him away, giving him a strange look. 

"you're early," you tell him. 

peter is still smiling. "so are you." 

"yeah, but i have an excuse," you lean into him, eyes grinning, "jameson said i was a disgrace to the office, and that i should leave before i broke anything else." 

at that, peter frowns. "what'd you break?" one of his hands goes up to your face, moving a piece of hair away from your eyes. 

"the coffee pot." 

peter blinks. 

"to be fair--" you begin to say, almost pulling away from his grip, but not quite. "rita was walking right behind me and what was i supposed to do? throw it up and catch it?" 

peter runs a thumb over your lip. "did jameson actually say that?" 

you scrunch your nose at him. "he's said worse." 

"yeah, but he doesn't usually say it to you." 

"well, i broke the most essential piece of equipment in the office. it was an accident though," you tilt your head to the side, finishing the sentence without getting peter to argue with you. 

like everything i do. 

"i don't like it," peter says, still frowning, even though your skin is so soft and he can feel you smiling against his hand, and you're looking right up at him. 

kind of like he's the only thing you'd like to see. 

"great!" you pull away from him, spinning around so you're walking backward, "because i don't like it when you're gone either. if you were there i probably wouldn't have dropped it." 

"yeah, 'cause i would've grabbed it before you could." 

"exactly." 

peter smiles again, leaning toward you. "is that your way of saying that you're still mad about this afternoon?" 

you hum. 

"how can i ever make it up to you?" 

your cheek twitches. "i can think of a few ideas," you say, with a tilt of your head. 

and then you almost crash into someone walking behind you, but peter pulls you in, eyes right above yours. 

"you'll have to share them with me," and then he kisses you, short and sweet, turning you so that he can put an arm around your shoulder. "let's go home."

*

you're dozing off on peter's shoulder when he finally looks at the clock. 

the two of you have been sitting there, trying to see who could catch more popcorn in their mouth--peter won with an unfair advantage--and then watching whatever was on cable. 

peter honestly didn't care, nor was he watching it. you were far more entertaining. 

but now it's eight o'clock, and it's getting dark. 

so he kisses your forehead and feels you hum. and then groan. 

"already?" you ask, voice rough. 

"it's been three and a half hours." 

you turn your face into his neck mumbling "i deserve five times that." 

peter is smirking at you. "i'll be back before you know it," he says, "and then we'll do whatever you want." 

"i'll be asleep." 

"then we'll cuddle." 

"can't you figure out how to clone yourself?" you grumble, leaning back. "you're smart enough." 

"which one would you want? me or the clone?" 

you look away, contemplating. and then you half grin. "i don't know. which one of you kisses better?" 

peter laughs, hand moving to your chin so that he can force you to look back at him. 

and then he answers that question without any words. 

*

when peter gets home that night, he can smell blood. 

and not his own, because he can feel it cracking on his knuckles and his chest, already dry. and not some thief's because he'd managed to avoid breaking any skin. 

no, this smell is potent. sort of sweet and metallic, familiar and not. 

when he climbs through the window, looking to the bed where he'd expected to find you, you're not there. 

he can hear rustling in the kitchen, a drawer opening and closing, and the click of a tongue. 

peter walks out of the room before he can even think about it, just barely keeping the mask on his face. 

but when he walks into the living room he only finds you, sitting on the couch, applying something to your hand. 

you look up with a smile, then furrow your brows, gesturing to your face. 

oh. peter still hadn't taken off the mask. 

he does, frowning at you, and taking a few steps forward. 

"there you are," you say with a grin. 

and despite how happy you look to see him, and how much he's missed you just in the last five hours, peter is still frowning. he bends down in front of you, biting his lip. "what happened?" 

you tilt your head, then follow his eyes. "oh. did you know that bread knives are sharp?" 

peter sighs, grabbing your hand. "how did you even do this?" he asks, turning your hand so that he can see the cut fresh on your palm. "i thought we talked about not going into the kitchen when i'm not here." 

"and i thought i said that it was a ridiculous suggestion and you were trying to starve me." 

he holds your hand up in front of your eyes, raising his brows. 

"it doesn't even hurt that bad." 

"really? cause it smells bad. and i'm pretty sure i can see bone." 

you laugh at him, taking your hand back. "i already washed it, i just need a bandaid. how are you?" 

he blinks at you. 

"peter," you groan, rolling your eyes. "it's not a big deal. but i'll share the bandaids with you." 

there's a question in your eyes, alight with the same eagerness peter has found to love. 

"i don't need 'em," he tells you and then stands up. "i'm going to go change. then we'll talk." 

"about dinner?" you call back.

when peter comes out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later, you're already sitting in bed. 

peter finally looks at you, almost smiling at his shirt and your spare pair of shorts you keep here, but then looks back to your hand. 

he crosses his arms. 

"can i help you, peter?" 

"do you see my point now?" 

you blow a raspberry, crawling towards him so you can reach his hand. "everyone gets a little banged up. i don't think you're one to talk." 

"what if you'd cut your finger off and i wasn't here?" 

you roll your eyes, again. "then i'd knock on mrs. robinson's door and ask her to sew it back on. besides, i'd look good with nine fingers." 

peter stares at you. 

you move up so that your face is close to his, and you're still smiling. biting your lip as you look at him. and then you poke his cheek. "you worry too much. also, i think this argument is hypocritical." 

"i'm fine the next morning." 

"don't brag." 

peter sighs again, and then he's taking a step towards you, one of his hands going to your back to keep you up. "i don't like leaving you." 

your lip curls. "i know. but it's good because then we have something to argue about when you get back." 

peter smiles at you, nudging your nose with his. 

you close your eyes, tilting your head up to meet him better. "i missed you." 

"yeah?" 

you're smiling against him, leaking joy and contentedness and every ounce of adoration you have into him. peter knows because he can feel it. 

in just your skin on his fingertips, he can tell that you've poisoned him. and he doesn't really mind. 

you nod against him. 

"a lot?" peter prods. 

you seesaw your head. "mmm, i think i mostly missed how warm you are. 'cause your heaters broken." 

"you just don't know how to set it." 

"i don't know how to set it because it's broken and you don't want to fix it." 

peter shrugs. "can't fix something that isn't broken." 

you're shaking your head against him, and then he leans forward, catching you in a kiss. 

your mouth is almost unbearable. your smile and the way you laugh when he pulls you even closer, and the way your hands wrap around his neck and fall into his hair. 

how he ever lived without this, peter isn't sure. 

you break away from him, breathing strained. "you okay?" 

peter pushes you down, climbing on top of you. "i am now." 

*

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Scary? My God, You’re Divine

| part 1

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pairings: ghost! beomgyu x fem! reader, coworker! yeonjun x fem! reader

summary: you’re excited to start a new chapter of life, moving into a relatively nice little place. though your landlord had said the place was old as rocks, it was remodeled and made new. you were never the type to be especially involved with the paranormal, but it becomes hard to deny that your new place has some quirks.

warnings: nothing really just a little angst

wc: 1.4k

a/n:i wanted to show you my work but i tried to get it out quickly so I’m sorry it’s short😭

You stand with your hands on your hips, admiring your hard work of getting those heavy boxes full of furniture into the sad, empty house by yourself. You mumble to yourself, "This is stupid."

You turn around to walk back outside since there’s no heater or AC yet, and it’s boiling in the new modern house.

Once you’ve left the house, you lock the door behind you and get in your car. Once you’re back home, you're holding your cup of coffee, your keys, and a bunch of other stuff, including your phone.

As you unlock the door, you hear something and brush it off as some sort of water pipe noise because the website said it was just remodeled, but the house is fairly old.

When you walk in, you see the old ceramic vase your mother made for you in your freshman year of highschool. You wonder why it’s on the ground since it was packaged away in some big heavy box you were too lazy to look in. You convince yourself you’re just too tired to remember that you grabbed it because you just moved in. Why would you try to make yourself scared like a little kid?

As you pump up your temporary air mattress and lay down your pillow, you hear a small tap on the wall but just roll your eyes, thinking it’s nothing.

When you wake up and check the kitchen where you planned to unpack things first, you see a fork on the marble counter that you didn’t place there. You shrug and put it into the silverware drawer with the silverware organizer you put there yesterday before you slept.

Once your two best friends, Huening Kai and Huening Bahiyyih, arrive, they help you move things and place items such as shelves and your couch. Kai hears a sound from the pantry full of cans you packed. He opens the door and sees that somehow one of the corn cans ended up with the green bean cans. He huffs, "Bahiyyih, I swear if you put this corn can on the—"

He and Bahiyyih hear a sudden scream from upstairs followed by a shout of "BUG!" and a few footsteps. But once she gets off the stairs, there's an extra footstep behind her that wasn’t hers. They think nothing of it because there is practically nothing in the house besides basic furniture: a couch, a bed, a desk, and a few appliances in the kitchen so it could have just been an echo.

Kai calls out your name, “Yo, did you put this can here?” You walk over and shake your head as you grab a water bottle. “No, why? I thought you guys were in charge of the food.” He huffs, “We were until Bahiyyih decided to spill water everywhere.”

You laugh as she pouts. “It was an accident!” she confesses, and Kai rolls his eyes. “Right…”

As the three of you set up the sleeping arrangements for the night, Kai and Bahiyyih leave to get some food. You are by yourself, sitting on the bed you are sharing with Bahiyyih, while Kai sleeps on the mattress on the floor.

You feel a cold gust pass through you and turn your head to check the temperature in the house. Something moves out of the corner of your eyes, and quite literally nothing could’ve prepared you for there to be a man standing at the doorway of your bedroom. You freeze.

“What are–who are you?’ You ask, muscles taut and ready to bolt. He just looks at you for a good minute, then opens his mouth to talk and says “you can see me?” he says with a tilt of his head.

You sit up and say, "Get out of my house, or I'll call the police!" He doesn't reply; instead, he sits there for a moment, then goes invisible for a second and reappears. You stand there in shock, your mouth open, and he just stares at you.

As soon as Kai and Bahiyyh get back, the man is immediately gone. They ask, "Girl, we just got you food. Are you okay?" Still a little shaken up, you reply, "Yeah, I'm just tired from moving a bunch of heavy boxes." Kai laughs, and you nod, going to grab the food the two goblins started eating before they got to the house.

You huff getting up and the others say they’re gonna go sleep so you decide to leave your food uneaten and just go sleep.in the morning your friends wake you up and it’s around 7 and 8am and you whine “shut up” she say with a pout because you want to sleep and they say “girl you have to wake up if you want to be over fixing up the house”

Once the house is finally organized, they leave, give you hugs, and you wave them goodbye. After they’re gone, you plop onto the couch to watch a movie. The only thing you're interested in is Mean Girls, it’s the only good thing on Netflix.

A few minutes before the movie ends, you hear a sound from the kitchen. You get up to check if it’s a mouse, as the landlord mentioned there might be mice in the first week. However, when you get there, the same man is standing there.

He’s wearing a fancy outfit with a white button-up top that looks like something a prince would wear, black dress shoes, and black formal pants. You back away and say, “Why are you in my house again? I said I’ll—”

He doesn’t say anything and just looks at you. When he steps, his steps don’t make a sound as he says, “Your house?”

You threaten to call the police on him again, and the handsome man tilts his head. “What’s the police?”

You say, “Are you stupid.” He just looks at you and shrugs his shoulders.

He says, “Well, my name's Beomgyu—”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not asking for your name. I’m asking you to get out of my fucking house,” you say,watching his movements with caution.

You sigh. “How long have you been here?” you ask, not as a question but as a demand.

When you try to touch him to drag him out of your house, your hand goes through him. You stop, and the world crashes around you. Did your hand just go through his arm? You sit open-mouthed, grasping at straws for a plausible reason for why that would happen. There are none. He seems a bit startled, too, watching your hand go through him. You stare at each other, a bit comically.

And then, like a wave that curls over and sucks you under, it hits you; you’re insane.

The man speaks. “how did that happen?”

You stand in shock like a deer in headlights, thinking you're literally insane, and you shrug. "I… I don't know what just happened." You go to grab him again and again, but your hand just keeps going through him with a small 'woosh' each time.

He says, just as scared as you, "I can't feel anything." he turns his head to look around your room and he says “are we insane?” you shrug replying “wait..what’s your last name..” you trail off forgetting his name “it’s Choi,Choi beomgyu is my name”

You look him up and down despite being terrified of him. "What are you wearing?" you ask, sighing as you judge his old-looking clothes. This guy looks like he's about to go to a Renaissance faire, you think, before your thoughts are cut off by him.

"Does your husband possibly know you've intruded on his wardrobe?" he asks with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk you just want to smack off his face.

You put your hands on your hips. "I don't have a husband. What do you mean?" You say it like you're truly offended, but you know you're not and you'd like to stay without one. You remember some sob story your aunt told you about boys when you were thirteen, and you've been avoiding boys left and right since then.

Later, you (well, mostly you) search up his name on Google, and it says that he was born in 1500 and died in 1523. He was a poet and a songwriter. It doesn’t mention the cause of death, and Beomgyu himself doesn’t seem to know how he died. He says, "I'm dead?" with a sad tone. You look at him in terror because you're literally looking at a ghost.

END PART 1

[fionnasbunnyhat]

Summary: You and Fionna meet for the first time

warning(s): Fluff, swearing, and i think that's it.

I was tired and really wanted a coffee to start my day, I haven't been here long so I didn't know which place would have good coffee. I saw a cute little old-looking shop 'the Beatrice Buttler's bakery' The big sign read. I decided that a cute shop like this and it's close to work? Perfect. I walked across the dead road and opened the door to a chime noise. I saw one other girl in the store, she had blonde hair that was messy put in a tie and a stressed look on her face. She was talking to the pink haired male that was working there. They both turned to face me and I saw the girls face, she was near my age I know that for sure. "Hi, sorry are you taking her order?" I said feeling like I had disturbed their conversion "No, what could I get for you?" The male's voice was cheerful and calm like a sweetie.

The girl who was now sat down was watching me, her eyes following me. "Could I just get a regular and a cookie?" I don't start work until tomorrow but I firgured it's smart to look out beforehand to get a good memory. "Of course!" He said smiling and turning around while grabbing a few things. I stood there moving my feet around myself, a few minutes later he handed me a bag. "That will be 4.50 please" I gave him the money and sat down at a table, a few more people came in while I was standing in the line so the blonde haired girl couldn't speak to the worker. She decided to move herself and sat on a chair in front of me, I felt rude not saying anything so I placed my phone down and smiled at her. "Hey!"

"You seem too happy" I wasn't expecting that to be the first thing that came out her mouth but okay "Sorry, is it unnerving?" I stopped smiling and gave more of a upset or dead faced. "Hmm...no it's just how are you happy living here?" She had to have lived here long enough to see how sad this city is. To be truthful I didn't really like this place but the rent at my house isn't that bad. "I don't know" I said, where is this conversion going? "My name's Fionna" She said while eating a biscult. "YN" I smiled for a split second before taking the cookie from the bag and starting to eat it. "YN? That's a cool name" Fionna started telling me about her jobs, her cat and how she knows the owner of the shop and a bunch of other things I forgot.

The next day before work I came in and she was there, she seemed to be more happy than yesterday. "Hey Fionna and Garyyy?" I said, she mentioned his name being Gary but I still wasn't sure. "Yep thats me" He said pointing to him while letting out a smile. "Could I get the same as yesterday, just a basic coffee and a cookie" He nodded while smiling "So- YN where do you work?" Fionna said coming close to me, her hair seems to get messier and messier but somehow I like it. I told her where and she started talking about random things after that. She spoke a lot, I listened and tried to remember all the things she told me but it was hard.

"If your ever free would you like to hang out outside of here?" I said I was just about to leave for work "Oh- Yeah are you free Friday" She said smiling while fixing herself up a bit. "Yeah! Wait hold on" I grabbed a pen from my bag and looked at her. "Could I have your hand?" She put her hand in front of me and I turned it around to the palm and wrote down my number, she was confused on what i was doing. "That's my number, message me on where we should meet Fi" I said giving her a quick nickname and I sped-walked out while waving.

When I got home from work I sat on my bed and grabbed my phone unlocking it for the first time today and I saw a message 'Hi' 'It's Fionna' 'from the store' 'the one with the cat called cake' 'I was thinking maybe your place if your up for that :p' I smiled at her messaged 'Yeah that's fine with me do you want me to pick you up?' I wasn't sure how far away she was from mines. 'Where do you live (Not in a creepy way)' I chuckled at her comment and replied 'XXXXXXXXX' I sent my address 'Wait holy shit- we don't live that far away from each other. 'Oh?' She sent her address and she was right it was pretty close. 'I'll see you tomorrow!' I messaged before going to sleep.

I'll make a part 2 I just don't know how big the limit is on Tumblr :D

[olsenmyolsen]

Chapter Fifteen: Long Distance Calls

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

Masterlist . Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: Natasha talks to her best friend, Clint Barton, about life and Wanda.

Word Count: 2.1K

Content: Feelings, WLW, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Crying, Talks, Soft Wanda

Natasha woke up in the middle of the night disoriented and thirsty. Like she needed cold, refreshing water or she'd die type of thirst.

So, as Natasha rose and stumbled around in the dark with only the moonlight as her guide toward her mini fridge, she realized a few things.

One. She was still naked.

Two. Wanda was gone, along with her dirty clothes and towel.

Three. Freezing cold water had never tasted so good. But it still came in second to what Natasha had earlier. (Wanda)

Natasha took a deep breath after chugging her water and walked back to her bed. Collapsing onto it as her body was exhausted from the previous day's events. Yet, Natasha still reached over and grabbed her phone.

1:13 am.

She squinted as her phone's brightness blinded her before her eyes adjusted and turned it down. Natasha went to an app on her phone and turned on her smart bulb so she didn't have to get up.

While Natasha's body was tired, her mind was now alive, and she knew she wouldn't be getting sleep soon. So she decided to check what notifications she had missed.

Several were from Wanda.

Wanda😊

im texting you as you're passed out next to me in bed and omg Natasha you look so cute.

im ngl i took so many pictures of you

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i would set an alarm for you for later but idk your password. omg if you read this later just so you know I'm not asking for it i was just saying. Promise!!! 🫶

okay i was kinda hoping you'd wake up by now but you seemed exhausted so im just going to let you sleep. i have to get going dinner is soon and knowing my mother she'll want to do a whole thing because mr. quicksilver being back. so if you're not awake when i come back to grab your laundry i just want you to know that these last couple of hours we spent together were fucking enchanting Natasha... i love how you made me feel... we can talk more later 😘

that was me kissing your forehead in case that wasn't clear

Pietro asked me where I went I said with you to the creek! just so you know

Natasha stared at the words on her screen and read them again and again. It wasn't a dream. She and Wanda had spent the later afternoon tangled in one another.

Natasha covered her mouth and shifted in her bed with a giddy smile. She hadn't felt this way in so long... but as her mind replayed Wanda's touches, hips, thighs, and whispered sighs. She came back to her PTSD attack, and her smile slowly disappeared.

It had been four months since Natasha's last one, which forced her to let out a tired sigh. She opened her notes app and went to a specific tab. Natasha wrote yesterday's date in between the lined rows.

The above dates traced back to five years ago.

Natasha exited the app, and before she could doom scroll anymore or get trapped inside her mind, her phone started to buzz.

It was Clint Barton calling her.

Natasha answered the phone at a rapid pace. It had been weeks since she last spoke to him. Days since she last tried contacting him. She missed her friend. "Clint!" She exclaimed as the call finally connected.

"Natasha?" He answered, sounding confused in turn, making Natasha confused. "Clint?" She said as her eyebrows furrowed. "Natasha!" Clint responded.

To the outside world, this must've been the dumbest way to start a conversation.

But this was just Natasha and Clint.

"Yeah! Hey!" Natasha answered. "Where the hell are you!?" She could loudly hear a helicopter behind Clint as he did his best to move away from the noise. "Hey! Sorry, I didn't get back to you sooner!" Clint yelled back before he was far enough away. "Couldn't talk while en route to base. Plus, my phone got destroyed."

Natasha lightly laughed. "Of course." If memory serves her, this would be his sixth phone since she'd known him. Clint smiled on the other side of the call. He, too, missed Natasha's voice. In actuality, he missed having his best friend on base, but long-distance calls would have to do. "So, am I allowed to know where you're at?" Natasha asked.

"Afraid not. It's a hot zone. Shouldn't even be making calls, honestly." Clint looked around even though he wouldn't get into significant trouble.

Just a normal amount.

Natasha hummed. She had been in his shoes before. "Speaking of... what are you doing up Natasha?" Clint intrigued. "You called me!" Natasha answered as she raised a hand in a "is he joking" manner.

Clint laughed. "Natasha, I was calling to leave you a voicemail. To let you know I'm alive, but I also know you and your voice when you've just been woken up." Natasha rolled her eyes. "So what's up!?" Clint asked.

"Honestly..." Natasha shifted in her bed. "Before you called, I just woke up from a nap." The call went quiet. "A nap?" Clint questioned. "You, Natasha Romanoff, took a nap?" Natasha sighed loudly. "Yes! I took a nap!" Clint started laughing, hard. "I've really heard it all." He started chuckling again. "How in the world did you manage to be that relaxed? Or exhausted?"

"A mix of it all." She replied, and Clint could sense there was more to it. "Did something happen?" A sigh slipped through her lips before swallowing. "Earlier today, I had a PTSD attack."

"Did anyone get hurt?" Clint asked before letting an air of relief escape once Natasha said no. "Are you okay?" He then asked. Natasha nodded. "I'm okay."

Clint smiled slightly on the other end. "That's good. If you want to talk about it, we can."

Of course, Natasha knew this but didn't want to rehash anything right now. "Maybe some other time." Clint was sure that was going to be the response. He and Natasha were similar in that way. "Did you make a note of it?" Clint asked. Natasha lifted her eyes and found her military bag. Inside was a journal she used to write all her thoughts, experiences, and trauma in regard to her time in the military and post it—a method suggestion to her by Dr. Helen Cho.

Natasha sighed. She hadn't opened the journal in a long time. But Clint knew that. He just thought that bringing it up would be a friendly reminder for Natasha. "I didn't," Natasha said with her voice low. Clint hummed. "Give it a shot, Nat," Clint replied, making the redhead nod down the phone.

Clint cleared his throat. "Well, I guess I have to ask you about the rest of your life." He laughed. "What's been going on?"

Natasha bit her bottom lip and smiled. "Clint, a lot has happened since we last spoke."

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"Wait, so let me get this straight you let your ass get kicked?" Natasha was done with this man. "No, I didn't. I let her win, and besides-"

"Natasha, I've seen you take down men twice your size."

"Barton!" Natasha wanted to move on to the vital part of this ongoing call! "I could've won, okay. Yes, I didn't! Can you please talk to me about anything else?"

Clint hummed before slowly nodding his head.

"Be honest with me, Nat." He said, treading slowly. Natasha nodded back into the phone. "Okay."

"You're head over heels for Wanda, aren't you." Natasha smiled, and Clint could hear it. "She's got you, Nat, doesn't she?"

Natasha laughed through her nose. "You have no idea. It's embarrassing, actually." Natasha, now dressed in an old shirt of Wanda's, said as she laid out on her bed gossiping. Clint laughed at that before clearing his throat. "I'm happy for you, Romanoff. You deserve it."

A watery smile grew on Natasha's bruised face. "Thanks, Clint."

"Hey, maybe you and she could visit Laura and the kids soon. She'll be needing help around the house." Natasha thought about it a little. It would be nice."I could talk to her about it sometime,"Natasha said vaguely, not to set a date into stone.

Clint understood. "Think about it. We're always here." Natasha rolled over on the bed before her phone vibrated in her hand, making her pull it away from her ear.

It was a text from Wanda: hey, your light is on. Are you okay??

"Natasha?" The redhead heard Clint's voice over the phone before she lifted it back to her ear."Yes! Sorry, Wanda texted me." She slapped her head. Natasha didn't need to overshare, but of course, she was doing it.

"Oh, okay, well, then I'll let you go," Clint said with some humor, making Natasha groan."You know it's not like that."She said. "I know," Clint said back. "I should be going anyway. Call Laura and the kids. I'll talk to you soon, Nat."

"I will. Be safe, Clint." Natasha said as she smiled down the phone before it went quiet—the words from Wanda reappearing in front of her. Natasha decided to get up from her bed and look out her window.

She saw Wanda's light on, but no Wanda.

"Yeah, I woke up a little bit ago, and then Clint called me, so I was just talking to him." Natasha wrote to Wanda.

She looked back up towards the window and saw a figure walk past the lacy curtains. Natasha couldn't help but let a smile grow.

Her phone buzzed: "Clint??" Natasha laughed hard at that, realizing she had not spoken to Wanda about who Clint was.

"My best friend from the military. Nothing to stress about. He's married and has kids."

Natasha waited for Wanda to read her message as she stood by her window, looking at the shadow walking back and forth in her room.

"so I'm not your best friend?? 🥺"

Natasha shook her head with laughter at Wanda's words. "We do more than what friends do." Natasha typed back and saw the figure move her lacy curtains open with a smirk.

Wanda waved, and Natasha waved back.

They were cute and stunned at the beauty of the other person. Wanda blinked and looked down at her phone. Natasha waited.

"...truee so then what does that make us?"

Natasha looked back towards Wanda only to see the brunette missing. Natasha lightly cursed as she wasn't sure what to say. She was fairly certain she knew what she and Wanda wanted, but what if she was wrong?

Natasha didn't want to make the sole decision.

"What do you want it to be?" Natasha typed and waited for her message to change from delivered to read, but it didn't.

Instead, a knock came to her door, scaring the shit out of her.

She flung it open and was glad it was who she thought. "Wanda!" Natasha grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her inside. Leaving the night sky outside as the door closed.

"I want it to be what you want!" Wanda cut off whatever Natasha was going to say as she found herself rocking back and forth on her feet. Natasha looked towards Wanda and placed her hands on Wanda's covered hips. "And if I say I want us to take it slow?"

Wanda ripped her eyes from Natasha's lips to the greens off her eyes. "Then it'll be slow." Natasha kept her reaction to a minimum. "Exclusive but no labels yet...?" Natasha asked gently of Wanda.

Wanda nodded and spoke confidently. "I don't want you seeing anyone else." She laughed through her nose. Natasha smiled and couldn't help it when she pressed her body and lips against Wanda.

"Me too," Natasha said as she breathed. "Besides..." Wanda began to tease. "Kinda got to take me on a few dates before labels can be thrown around." Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Is that right?" She tilted her head and slowly backed Wanda to the bed as the younger woman smiled with glee and nodded.

"Let's do something Wednesday night? I'll plan it." Natasha declared to Wanda as she pushed her onto the bed.

Wanda loved it, but why did she have to wait days for the date?

"Why then?" She asked just as Natasha hovered over her body. Natasha smiled. She was smooth and knew it. "Because if I'm going to show you off, my face needs to be more healed than it is now, Detka." Wanda mulled at the pet name and lifted her head up to kiss Natasha deeply. 

Natasha melted before Wanda pulled herself away. "It's a date."

"It's a date," Natasha repeated. Before she knew it, Wanda played coy and slid out from under her. "I'll see you in the morning, Natasha." Natasha didn't want her to go, but it's not like Wanda could stay without everyone knowing. But as she opened the door to leave, Wanda glanced towards the window facing her room.

"Keep the curtains open. I'll do the same."

Natasha looked from her window to Wanda and back. "Okay." She nodded along. Wanda grew warm in her cheeks. "Night, Natasha."

Natasha's soft eyes found Wanda again.

"Good night, Wanda."

dividers by @/benkeibear

[succubusdaydream]

By The Grace of The Moon || Astarion x Werewolf!Selunite!Reader PT2

Masterlist || Words: 2428

Part 1

AN: Hiii tysm for all the support on pt1-like I said last time, some characters may seem ooc but so far im liking how this is turning out. Reader is officially referred to as Tav at the end of this chapter! If you want to be added to a tag list, please let me know. Also I have a Gale fic in the works so be on the lookout for that <3

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The night seemed to last forever and when Gale woke up to take over patrol, sleep took just as long to grace you. It was a simple pet name. Darling. But coming from his mouth, it sounded like a symphony. You weren’t sure if he felt the same pull that you did. After all, it was only a rumor that non-Lycans could feel it. You, however, it pulled at you like a leash. And his words ran through your dreams as you tried your hardest to get even a bit of sleep.

                In the morning you’re certain that your lack of sleep was noticeable, though your group members never said anything. The scent you had awoken too wasn’t that of rosemary or brandy. ‘At least, not the MAIN scent.’ It smelt of herbs. Like a homemade soup.

                Exiting your tent, you saw Gale and Shadowheart around a now dying campfire. Over it was a simmering pot, no doubt where the smell was coming from. Stretching your back and arms, you sighed as a satisfying pop sounded from them. The noise got the attention of your associates.

                “Ahh, good morning. I hope you slept well?” Gale’s voice was the first to grace your ears as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and walked forward. You gave a nod and took the soup he had poured and extended to you. “It may not taste the best, but I worked with what we had available.”

                “Thank you, Gale. It smells great.” You sat in silence as you ate before realizing someone was missing. ‘How did I miss the most important person?’ “Where’s Astarion? Did he eat?” You looked toward his tent and caught his scent, knowing he was in there.

                Shadowheart was the one to respond. “He’s been in his tent all morning, might still be catching up beauty sleep.” She had a small smile on her face as she held out her bowl to Gale, silently asking for another helping before she turned to you. “So, what are the plans for today?”

                “Well, Zevlor asked us to speak to the Druid’s leader, Kahga. Although I don’t think she’s their real leader. He mentioned a ‘Halsin’. We’ll see what she has to say. I also want to see if I can find that Githyanki that helped me yesterday, Lae’zel.” Shadowheart was nodding to your words until you mentioned Lae’zel. At this, her face turned into that of a sneer.

                “Githyanki are dangerous company. We’ll do just fine without her.” She quickly finished her bowl and stood up, retreating to her tent to get ready for the long day ahead. You sighed and turned back to Gale, who was silently eating the last of his bowl as he shrugged at you. With a huff, you stood up and re-thanked Gale for breakfast before walking to your tent to get ready as well.

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The days after that seemed to drag on and on. Zevlor had mentioned a goblin camp nearby and with all the attacks, the druids are sealing the grove and kicking them out. So, after talking with Kahga and agreeing with another druid to find Halsin, their true leader, your group started a long and tiring trek to killing some goblins.

 You spent nearly 2 days taking out the goblins. Their leaders were the most difficult. A priestess named Gutt. A drow named Minthara. And a hobgoblin named Dror Ragzlin. Much to your sadness, they had taken hold in a Selunite temple, destroying her statues and altars. And much to Shadowhearts distaste, you had tried you best to fix one of them, kneeling and saying a prayer. You hadn’t had a shift in a few days, and each night, the moon’s brightness grew and grew. Her blessing helped you control it, but without shifting for long, you got antsy and felt the urge in your bones.

With goblin guts and blood surrounding you, your senses started to become overwhelmed. But there was one last thing you had to do before returning to the grove. Halsin. The druid’s true leader that had been captured. He was somewhere in the temple, and you had promised to find him. So, shaking everything off, your group had split up, searching different rooms before you came across one with only a few guards and worgs guarding a bear. Before you could slip out of the room, they had inevitably spotted you.

With your group split up, you were alone and outnumbered. You panicked as they rushed you and held them back as best as you could before there was a loud crash from the back of the room. The bear had broken the cell doors down and rushed to your aid, swiping some of the goblins away before shifting into a human. He must be Halsin.

“I apologize for the viscera. One should cherish all of nature’s bounty... but goblin guts are quite far down the list. Are you alright?” His voice was deep, and he towered over your frame as he helped you to your feet. You took his assistance with a huff, holding a fresh cut one of the goblins has given you on your side.

“Yes, thank you. You must be Halsin? Your grove is in danger.” Your breath was heavy, and sight blurred. You were reaching your limit for the day and wanted nothing more than to return to camp and sleep. Perhaps even under the moon.

“Yes, and I’m aware. But I cannot leave while the goblins threaten my home. I must stay here and-“ You quickly cut him off with a shake of your head.

“They’re all dead. Zevlor asked us to help take care of them so his group could safely start the trek to Baldur’s Gate.” You pointed your thumb in the direction of the door you entered through. Did the blood on my armor and cuts not give that away?

His eyes widened as he looked you over before glancing at the door. “They are? All of them? Impressive.” He paused as he processed your words fully. “Us? Are there more with you?” And as if on cue, an arrow flew between the two of you as your group entered the room.

The arrow came from Astarion’s bow, his brows furrowed as he notched another arrow. “Back away slowly, or the next one hits.” His voice held a growl and your stomach turned at his jump to defend you from a stranger. How did he know? Could he feel the pull?

Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly walked up to your group with your hands up. “No, no! This is Halsin, he’s the Grove’s leader.” You motioned him over and continued your conversation. He had informed you of ‘true souls’ that were also infected with the mindflayer tadpoles. They were all lead to MoonRise Towers by followers of The Absolute.

With the promise of telling you more later, he swiftly left to save his grove. You turn to your group, specifically Astarion. “How did you know where to find me?” Please tell me you felt the pull. My goddess, please let him feel our connection.

He scoffs and waves you off. “This was the direction you headed. I could hear voices when I approached the door, so I called everyone over.” Dammit! “Now, let’s go. It smells awful in here and I’m sure we’re all exhausted.” He stows his bow on his back and walks out.

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                When you had eventually made your wat back to the grove, Zevlor was there to greet you at the gate. “A scout has just reported. The golbins have all been taken out. I’ve taken a collection of coin for your assistance.” He held out a small pouch and a rough backpack. “As well as some camp supplies for your group. Perhaps we’ll join you at your camp tonight for celebration?”

                You grimaced. You just wanted to sleep. Having so many people in camp would hurt your ears with how tired you were. Not only that, but the moon was also supposed to be in its full beauty tonight. You wanted to take a nice run before falling asleep under the glowing moon. “I’m sorry, Zevlor. My group and I are exhausted after that camp, perhaps tomorrow night? We’ll gather some wine and make a bigger celebration out of it, yea?”

                The smile on his face dropped but he nodded. “Tomorrow then.” With that, he walked off to help his people pack their belongings into carts. Your group walked through the grove, smiling as the refugees thanked you and praised as you made your way back to camp. When you arrived, everyone retreated into their respective tents to change out of their armor and start to wind down.

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That night, after everyone had their fill of dinner and retreated to their beds, you left yours. Looking up at the beautiful glowing moon, you sighed at the feeling of its light on your skin. Finally. What a beautiful night to run. Bless me, Selune, I shall hunt in your name.

                The woods were dark, and animals made noises all around. You had walked far from camp before finding a clearing and stretching your arms out. Feeling your bones crack and bend, you let out a groan as you fell to your hands and knees, your body reconfiguring itself. And soon enough, your body fully shifted. Your wolf was large and nearly pure white. In black, the symbol of Selune blessed your face.

                You stretched your large paws out and shook your fur. It felt great to finally be back on all fours. Lifting your snout in the air, you took a long sniff. Sure, you had eaten dinner, but if you could manage to find a good deer or boar, you could drag it back to camp the next day and simply act as if you were hunting. The wind soon carried you the scent of animals. Boar. And with the scent locked on too, you turned and took off.

                The moonlight sprinkled through the tree leaves and the wind through your fur felt like your goddess herself ran her fingers down your back. Your paws thud against the grass as you close in on the boars. It didn’t take long for you to slow, crouching as you heard the animals snorting. Peering through the bushes, you saw them. Three large boars in a group. If you were fast enough, you could take all of them down, two at most.

                Inching forward, you prepared to pounce. But as you readied your muzzle, a twig snap to your left made their head turn up before running off. Shit! You quickly pounced after them, snarling as you pushed your legs faster to catch up with your dinner. It didn’t take you long to reach them and you quickly realized one of them was slower then the other. Gotcha!

                With one final pounce, you sunk your claws and teeth into the hind legs on the slow pig, pinning it to the ground as it squealed in pain. You silenced it with a strong bite to it’s throat, ripping your head back to howl for your successful hunt. You panted as you continued your meal, the fur on your paws and muzzle coated in blood.

                Although, a breeze of wind stopped your devour. A familiar scent carried through your nose. Rosemary. Brandy. And bergamot. Astarion? Is he out here?

                Your question was immediately answered as a silky voice rang through the trees. “So. You’re the one who scared off my dinner? No problem, I’ve taken down bears twice your size.” You slowly turned your head. And there you saw him for what he was. Red eyes. Fangs. A vampire. Slave to sanguine hunger. And your natural enemy. “Ooh, what pretty markings. Too bad.”

                No. No please. My goddess, why? Have I done something to anger you? My mate is a natural enemy. He stepped closer to you, pulling his knives out and licking his fangs. “You smell delicious. I’m sure you’ll taste just as sweet.” Despite your heart breaking, it still fluttered at his words. I’m covered in pigs blood and he still thinks I smell sweet?

                Caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized he lunged forward, swinging his knives. They had barely missed you as you jumped out of the way, growling in defense as you raised your hackles and bared your teeth. “There’s a good dog, give me a good fight.” He lunged again but you turned your body into him, slamming your back paws into his chest, trying your hardest not to hurt him.

                You lowered your ears and whimpered, trying to show you meant no harm. He shook off the fall and ran back at you. As he swung again, you raised your paw in an attempt to push him away but was met with a harsh sting. He had taken the movement to lodge his other knife into your stomach before pulling it out and jumping back. You let out a howl of pain before leaping for him, grabbing his arm in your jaw, and pinning him to the ground. You brought your mouth close to his face. Your drool dripped down his cheeks and you let out a roar before jumping over him and sprinting away.

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You had made it back to the clearing you shifted in. In exhaustion, you collapse into the grass and felt your bones shift back. Soon, you lay naked under the moon, your stomach bleeding, and your hands clutched to the wound. Tears left your eyes as you turned on your back, staring into the moon.

“Selune. Have I angered you? I have worshipped you my whole life. I rid your temple of goblins that defiled it. So why? Why have you blessed me with a mate deemed my natural enemy? Can I love him? Will he love me? He’s a vampire. If he finds out what I am, he’ll look at me with nothing but disgust.” If it didn’t hurt your stomach, you’d allow yourself to sob.

Time passed and you eyes started to drift as the tears stopped. But as your world went black and mind went foggy, a beautiful melody reached your ears. The melody your mate sung each time he spoke.

“Tav? Tav!”

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Masterlist || Part 1

TAGLIST: @bdudette ||

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hey, so! have you seen changbin's recent bubbles where he talks about hannie annoying him a lot? hahahahaha I wanted to request a tk fic with them, with hannie as the lee when binnie decides he's had enough of his antics ❤️ maybe jisung could do that thing where he just repeats the same thing to binnie over and over again, until he snaps haha

Hello! I know this is an old request, but I have decided to do it. Absolutely loving this duo as well lol. I feel like your idea really fits their irl personalities❤❤

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lee!han

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Changbin side-eyed Jisung for 100th time that evening. His bandmate just would not stop pestering and annoying him for the past 24 hours!

It all started yesterday when Han saw some silly little video on his phone and wouldn't stop repeating the annoying tiny noises he heard in it. At first, it was cute and funny. Everyone was laughing along and sometimes even joining Jisung and his little stims.

But when they all had to go off to their own dorms, Changbin realized he was stuck with a loud, restless Jisung. Chan and Hyunjin were smart enough to plan to do a sleepover at the maknae+Minho dorm. The dwaeikki hadn't thought about that...

"Hey muscle man! We're alone in the dorm tonight? That's so good!" Jisung happily cheered, jumping around and making those silly noises again.

"Oh my God... shut up please..." Changbin murmured under his breath, rubbing his temples.

The younger simply stuck his tongue out and scurried away giggling. This was going to be a long night...

The rapper had not slept well and was going to practice exhausted. Jisung had gone on with his shenanigans the whole night, not letting himself nor any other people (aka Changbin) rest.

Yet the quokka didn't seem like he was done. He kept on running around and loudly quoting the stupid video from the previous day. The rest of the members were quickly getting annoyed too, but kept quiet.

After the longest day of work, 3racha and Hyunjin came back to their home.

"Me and Hyunjin are going to grab some food with the others, ya'll hungry?" Chan asked.

"NO! Are you leaving me alone with him again?! I'm going with you." Changbin whined.

"What's so wrong with me?" Han pouted, making the best puppy eyes he could.

"Stay with him for a bit, yeah? We'll bring you guys something too." the leader pleaded "He'll get tired soon. If he doesn't, I give you permission to tire him out." said Chan with a smirk. Changbin quickly understood what he meant, smiling mischievously and looking over at the jumpy ace.

The second the two singers walked out the door, Han jumped on the second oldest member of 3rachs.

"I love you, hyung!" he sang, lovingly squirming in the curly-headed boy's grasp. Changbin in question groaned, knowing that Jisung was going to make those annoying little noises again soon.

"Beep bop, boop, boop, bam bam, bim!" the taller giggled into his bandmate's ear.

"Oh stop it, Jisung!" Changbin groaned, pushing his dongsaeng off himself.

Han simply laughed, wobbling away onto the dorm's living room area. Bin decided to follow him since he had been daydreaming about finishing this one K-drama ever since waking up.

"Move, Sungie. Wanna watch a show with me?" the dwaekki calmly offered, shoving the younger and situating himself onto the sofa.

"Oooh, yeah, I do!" Han happily bounced in his seat.

Changbin was surprised at first. Jisung had been quietly enjoying the drama playing on the TV. He was totally focused on the screen.

And just as the older thought Han's little energy burst was for sure gone, the quokka attacked him again.

"Beep beep, hyung! Boop boop, bam ba-AAAM!" Jisung tried pestering Changbin one last time when he was suddenly tightly locked into the muscleman's grip.

"This is what you're gonna get for being an ass for the past few days..." the visual of the group angrily spat through his teeth.

"Wait! I'm so going to tell Bang Chan if you hit me! He's going to murder you!" Jisung rapidly started throwing words at his hyung.

"Yeah, right. This is going to be so much worse than any beating you've ever gotten." the shorter warned, slowly pinning the squirming ace below him.

Han screamed in embarrassment, reddening up when he realized what was going to happen.

"You're crazy! You can't do this to mehehehe-HEHEHE!" Han giggled when Changbin's fingers collided with hsi sensitive sides.

Jisung flopped around, unable of escaping. The older had his wrist's tighlt gripped in one of his hands, as the other wandered around the lee's torso. Changbin had wrapped his leg around the rapper's body, making it impossible for Jisung to move around much.

"Youhuhuhu know I d-OHOHOHON'T LIHIHKE YOUHUHUHU!" Han fearlessly stated, instantly regretting it as the older's fingers dug so deep into his skin he was sure the end was near.

"What was that? Something about you adoring your hyung and looking up to him so so much?" Changbin teased, clawing at the quokka's squishy armpits.

"NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE I'M SOHOHORRY!" Jisung tried apologizing. He tugged and pulled at his very much pinned wrists, only realizing how immobile he was.

The dweakki smiled at the taller's poor escape attemps "You know you're not going anywhere, right?" the tickler reminded, letting go of the prodecer's wrists.

This action, however, did absolutely no good to Han. Changbin just glued both his arms onto the poor boy's ribs and agressively shook them, making Jisung see stars.

"HYUHUHUHNG S-STOHOHOP THIHIHS IS TO MUHUHCH!" Han sreeched at the top of his lungs.

The gym rat smirked at the younger's desperate screams, biting his lip and massaging deeper into the flesh.

"You like this, huh? I bet you loove this..." the dark rapper teased, switching to moving his nimble fingers all over Sung's upper body, making the younger squak and squeak.

"You're so sensitive it hurts. Imagine if someone robbed our dorm? You would tell them where every single valuable is with only a singular poke to your side..." Changbin tsked, still fastly attacking the lee's over-ticklish torso.

Bin decided to torture his favorite younger brother a little more. He sat on his hips, not even bothering to pin him.

"I'm usually never this mean, but where would you like to be wrecked for the next 5 minutes straight? Absolutely no mercy or safeword. You were far too annoying today." the older questioned, not even batting an eye at the reaction of Jisung.

"Not even a safeword? Are you out of your mind?" Han asked with the funniest expression plasted on his face.

"I wish there was a safeword for stopping your annoying butt from pestering the whole band... Now suck it up and live through it like the man you are!" Changbin yelled.

"Fine, then I choose... Legs..."

"Isn't that your most ticklish spot? You also have to be more specific; knees, thighs, feet? I don't quite understand." the dweakki attaked the boy laying below him. Even if he knew exactly what he was going to say.

"Do I have ro choose one? Can't you do both my thighs and knees?"

"I could, but then the time would be extended to 10 minutes. Is that okay?" the shorter teasingly asked, knowing he was not going to listen.

"So 10 mintes of non-stop tickling with no safeword? I can't do that! Let's do 7." the dark haired boy complained.

"7 minutes thighs and knees, plus you don't bother me afterwards. Ok?" Changbin finally sealed the deal.

"Yes. Although I can't promise you much..."

"Well if you're not completing your promise, I won't either!" Changbin said, turning to face the younger's legs.

"Waitwaitwaitwait hyung please listen to me please please ple-HEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHO!!" Han immedeatly screamed when he felt someone's long fingers wrap around his hyper-sensitive knees.

"STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHI'M BEHEHEGGING!" Jisung howled with laughrter when Binnie grabbed one knee and completely focused on it.

Jisung was squirming and moving in every direction, making Changbin feel like he was riding one of those electronic bulls. The lee was trying to squeeze his knees together, bring his legs up to his chest and get the ruthless tickler off him all at the same time.

"Woah, calm down, it has only been 2 minutes bro..." the muscly man laughed at his bandmate's crazy reaction.

"AHAHAHAHA IHHIHIHIHIHIHIT'S TOHOHO MUCH P-PLEEHEHEHASE!!" the quokka begged.

Changbin might've been hungry for revenge, but he wasn't heartless. He knew even someone like Jisung, who absolutely adored being tickled, had his limits.

So, he decided upon torturing the boy a little longer and wrapping it up before Chan and Hyunjin were back with their delicious dinner.

"Alright, are you ready? If you can hold it in while I tickle your thighs, I'll let you in 15 seconds." the older remarked.

"Y-yehehes please..." Jisung panted, his chest rising up and down.

The rapper started a timer before slowly and gently drawing little circles onto the inner part of Sung's thighs.

Such soft tickles made Han cutely kick his feet and grab his hyung's shoulders in desperation.

"P-please hyung-" Han breathed out, quickly shutting up before any laughs or giggles escaped.

"Five... four... three..." Changbin counted down.

Only a few more seconds left... Jisung thought.

"Twoooo...." Bin teasingly streched the last numbers out, wiggling his fingers a little faster at the ticklish skin, making Han shiver and slam his head repeatedly against the soft cushions of the couch.

"Aaaaand..." the tickler continued teasing. Just as he was abou to say the last number and end the game, Han finally giggled, unable of hadling the softness and tingliness of the tickles.

"HAHA! You lost!" the shorter happily announced, jumping up and celebrating.

"i-ihiht's not faiiir! You cheated..." Han whined, gulping the air he had been so thirsty for the past 15 minutes of the tickle torture.

"We're back! You guys want some curry with rice?" Chan loudly announced, slipping his shoes off and lifting the two bags into the air.

"Oh my, thank you Channie-hyung and Hyunjin! I'm so hungry, you have no idea. Jisung, come eat with us, you must be hungery too~" Changbin invited the sweaty and read Han over.

"Wow, Jisung is calm? Hyung, you'll have to show me your ways some day, because just two hours ago this boy was jumping around and running everywhere..." Hyunjin gasped in surprise.

"Magic" The dweakki proudly smirked.

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JFGSFGHASDGFASDHGAJSD I loved writing this sososos much ☹☹☹ Hope you guys will love it too! I've actually been quite in the mood to write these past few days, so maybe I will complete some more requests?? You never know...

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Hi!! Idk if it's been done before but🥹 how about daddy!stucky x little reader, where another daddy tries to discipline her; possibly a behavior that stucky lets her do, such as reasoning? like they want her to be heard at all times, and kind of like let her explain herself, so when she tries to explain a like an accident the other guy thinks she's being smart and tries to punish her like she's their little?? I just know they would go feralllll😭😭

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the request, I love the idea!

I Hope you like how I turned it ❤️

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Warnings : cries, yell, violence, aggression, stranger, abused, bruises, reassurance, cuddles, comfort, fluff, kisses, mention of reader peeing on herself, paci, bottle of warm milk, stuffie

Pairings : daddies!stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little! reader + another daddy!stranger (not the character from MCU)

Summary : What can goes wrong when you're at the mall with your daddies telling them a funny story that happened at work ?

A/N : Part 2 for the man's punishment maybe ? Let me know lovers

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You love the mall, sometimes it’s calm and cosy because there isn’t so many people and other time it’s all noisy but when it came to the mall you don’t really care. Usually you hate when there’s too much noise, it give you anxiety and you feel overwhelmed by everything that happen around you. Maybe you don’t feel that way at the mall because it’s a big building so there’s enough room for many people which means it doesn’t seems that noisy.

That’s why you didn’t chose a noisy job. You like your job, it’s quiet and cosy, it has to be. When you have to read books all day and decide whether they will create a controversy about a small topic or if they will be the next best seller, it has to be quiet. How do you want to do that when everyone talk ? It’s impossible

So when you look through some clothes with your daddies you explained to them what happened yesterday at work. You didn’t get to told them yesterday night because it was too late and you were too tired. It’s a funny story so you need to be awake and ready to laugh when you hear it

Your daddies listen to you with smiles on their face. They always have that smile when you explain something that make you happy or giggly. They have all kind of smile when it comes to you. One when they’re watching you sleep, another one when they watch you play, one when you laugh your lungs out in front of a movie,… and you love all of them

So of course you love explaining stories because you are sure they will have one of their beautiful smiles. You look through some shirts for your daddies ‘’ it was so funny’’ you giggle ‘’are you ready to heaw it ?’’ You ask unable to hide your excited smile

You nor your daddies see the man who is near you since a while now, staring at you with deep and dark eyes

‘’Sure, little one’’ your daddy smiles while poking your nose with his finger

Little one

You giggle before explaining ‘’we were in the middle of our books when one of the man came back with coffees in his hands, he ends up tripping and all the coffees were on the ground’’ you giggle ‘’he wanted to bring to everyone their coffee but he messed up’’

Bucky and Steve chuckles at your story as they keep walking deeper In the store while your staring at beautiful sunglasses ‘’i think it’s silly to-‘’

‘’Talk louder, sweetie. You can stay where you are- where we can have an eye on you, but talk louder if you want us to hear you’’ your Papa says

You lift your head so the sound can go further and you speak louder like your papa asked ‘’I think it’s silly to bring all the coffee at one time. He could have gone back and forth several times’’ you say still watching the beautiful purple glasses ‘’don’t you think ? I would never have done things like him, I would have let some and go back to get them to be sure all the coffees are safe in every hands’’ you add

What you thought were your daddies steps behind you is the steps of a total stranger. He grabs your arm and turn you around in a harsh way making you let out a cry in pain ‘’you think you’re funny ? You think you’re smart ? Who the hell do you think you are!? A grown up ? A big and indépendant woman ?’’ He spits through his teeth. His deep, dark and empty eyes fall into yours ‘’someone asked for your opinion ? No one care what a little baby like you think about the real life! You don’t know a thing about what’s happening around you and you dare speaking like you live that life every day ? When in fact you’re just a baby who can’t do anything without her daddies. When you’re absolutely useless and a burden to everyone around you in your life!!’’ His hand is tights around your arm and you don’t remember feeling a pain that intense once in your life.

You’re too stunned to speak, you’re too hurt to speak. The tears make their way in your eyes as you look into his eyes

Where are your daddies ? Why don’t they come and protect you ? Do they have something to do with this ? Did they asked this man to talk to you like that to make you understand how they felt toward you ? Is the man speaking for your daddies ? Where they too scared to tell you that in your face so they send someone else to do it ?

All kind of horrible thoughts make their way in your mind and the only thing you want to do is pushing them away, far away, just like you want to do for that stranger who is bringing his face closer to you with every passing seconds. You want to but you can’t. Not when all your muscles are freezing

‘´you need a lesson. That’s not how little ones are suppose to act. You don’t speak like that. you don’t value yourself. You shut up and cash in. That’s how it work’’ he adds and starts to drag you out of the store.

What do I do ? Do I scream ? But what if I can’t ? What if I’m not able to scream ? What if the man will be more angry ? What if…

You gasp and all you want to do is to pull your arm away from his tight grip. He yanks your arm toward him sending you a huge pain in all your arm and making you falling forward at his feet. He keeps walking, dragging you with him, somewhere, away from your daddies.

You thought he will never let you go, you thought he will drag you away and nobody would've found you. You thought you'll be alone, abandonned once he will go away. His fingers are squeeaing your arm really hard making you think you're blood can't run in it anymore.

You don't know what to do, you don't know what happen. Everything happened so fast, you didn't had time to look behind you at your daddies, you didn't had time to understand what happened and where you're going

"I'll show you how you're suppose to act. I'll put you back in your place, where you belong to, where you're not suppose to go out." he snaps while walking deeper. Even though there's people here, and the man drags you like he shouldn't to, it doesn't seems to alert anyone. Maybe it's normal ? Maybe not ?

For a second time, everything happen too fast for you to understand. Someone else grabs your arm and tries to pull you to him while another one goes tot he man. You close your eyes, if it's your daddies then it's perfect and if it's not, it still can't be more bad than it was. Ypu feel the mean stranger letting your arm go and you go to run away from everyone, not knowing if you were still in danger or not. You're free and that's what matters, now you have to go back to your daddies before they get worried

"sweetness," Your Papa calls you as he reaches for your arm again. You stop running and turn around, your eyes found his body and once you're sure it's him you run to him. He lifts you up in his arms and sighs in relief once you're safe in his arms. You hide your face in his neck and he breathes your sent.

His arms are tight around you but not in the same way than the hand's man, this time it's in a good way. He rocks you from side to side and shushes you to try to calm your sobs and cries.

All you can do is to let go of everything. You're safe and it's like an open door to all your cries so they can finally come out.

"You're okay now, sweetie. I won't let you go. You're safe. No one can hurt you, i'm here now, i'm here" he whispers in your ear hoping it'll make you feel better

You squeeze your arms around his neck and you feel him taking a big and deep breath. You don't realize how worry they were when they turned around and didn't saw you anymore, how worry they were when a woman who was in the store the whole time explained to them that she saw a man yelling at you before taking you with him. She knews you were with Steve and Bucky so she went straight to them once she found them in the store.

"Daddy ?" you whisper, still scared to look away from your Papa's neck. He strokes your back "he'll be here any time soon, baby" he reassures you. Steve watches Bucky dragging the man out of the mall. He has to keep his anger for himslef even if all he want to do right now is killing him after hurting him. He knows he has to wait for Steve but he still punches the stranger in the face a couple times before putting him into a van driving by Natasha.

They'll handle it at the avenger's home, not now, not here. Right now they're here for you. They'll stay with you as much time as you need and want to. The man will have to wait because there's no way they'll let you alone for handeling that.

Bucky rushes to you and takes you in his arms. He gives Steve his keys and they start going to the car "we're so sorry that we let you alone in the store, we're so so sorry, babygirl. It'll never happen again, i promise you. We're here and we'll keep you safe no matter what" Bucky says sliding his hand under your shirt to stroke your bare back. You hide your face in his neck just like with your Papa and keep sobbing your little heart out

Bucky and you sit on the backseat of the car while Steve drives back home as fast as he can without putting you all in danger. His eyes go fro time to time in the mirror to check on you even though your Daddy is with you, he can't help himself.

You're curled up against Bucky's body, you don't let him go, you don't want to. Now that you have a grip on one of them, you won't ever let them go

Bucky strokes your back and legs until the car stop in front of the house. They trust their collegues to take care of the stranger until they get there.

Steve opens your door and Bucky gets out still with you attached to him like a Koala. They go upstairs and your Daddy lies you down on the bed while your Papa goes grab your pyjama. Bucky carefuly removes your pants and just like he thought, you'll need a new panties and a shower, but that's okay. They knew something like that can happen and even more when you have a very stressed moment. They will never yell at you or punish you because of that

He moves your panties before moving your clothes on your upper body, leaving you naked on the soft bed. He looks around your body to see if there's any mark on you and his blood runs cold when he sees your arm. Your sweet arm now paint with a mixt of colours.He tries to stay calm, for you and for himself. He bends over to stop staring at it and kisses your little belly making you smile a little. He smiles back at you, that's all he wanted, seeing you smile and he succeed

He carries you in the bathroom and sees Steve already getting the shower ready. Your Papa checks the water while your Daddy sits you on the toilet in case there's more who want to come out

He kneels before you and moves your hair behind your ears "my beautiful babydoll" he quietly says while staring at you. You sniff and melt into his touch

Once the shower is ready and you're too, your Papa lifts you up and puts you in the shower while your Daddy leaves the bathroom against his will. All they want to do is stay with you, the last thing they want is to look away from you but one of them has to get everything ready for you, and since Steve didn't had you in his arms since a long time and since he went to grab your pyjama, it's only fair that it's his turn to stay with you while Bucky prepares everything you'll need, such as your paci and Bucksie, a warm blanket and your bottle of hot milk.

As he finishes preparing the couch, he hears his husband coming downstairs with you on his hip. Your Daddy kisses your cheek and helps Steve laying you on the couch. Your Papa grabs the bottle of milk and your paci while your Daddy puts a blanket on top of you, and gives you Bucksie.

Your Papa sits down and rests your head on his laps before giving you your bottle and your Daddy lifts your legs and rests your feet against his laps. Your staring at the tv playing your favorite cartoon while you feel your daddies fingers on your body. Your Papa slides his fingers on your bare belly, knowing it's something who calm you down and who help you relax, your Daddy slides his fingers on your bare legs and bare feet making you giggle softly from times to times when it get too tickly.

They concentrate on you, they can't do otherwise. If they don't concentrate on you, they'll think about him, they'll see red and it's not the time, it won't be good. He'll have his moment too. He'll suffer for making you scared and wanted to touch you, he'll pay for hurting you. The time will come, sooner than expect

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Please make this stop| Hakim ZIYECH

Synopsis: in which a pregnant reader is having a rough time.

Warnings: none

A/n: if you have any requests don't hesitate to send them please 🫶🏻

" You just enter the house, I'll get the bags and follow you"

You did as Hakim told you, you already grew tired and annoyed. You both just spent an eternity in the mall trying to find clothes that would fit you especially that your baby bump grew obvious but all you could find were dresses and it wasn't the time of the year where you could wear them. Nevertheless you did find some clothes for your son, the son you were carrying. You immediately sat on the sofa, feeling extremely exhausted and down, you felt like you were not ready to be a mother. It is a great responsibility and you just felt unready and unsure. You waited for hakim to enter and as soon as he did he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you shoulders and putting his chin on your head, his hand soothing up and down your arm. It's like he felt you, he felt that you were going trough some hard time. Him also! The psg deal that collapsed in the last minutes really made him feel disappointed and angry.

"It's okay love, we'll find you some clothes next time. I made sure the store will bring clothes your size. "

You just nodded and after a while you felt asleep. He helped you walk towards your shared room. You just changed into your sleepwear and removed your make up and then headed to bed without waiting for him.

The next morning you woke up feeling horrible, Hakim was still sleeping since there's no training today. You felt like vomiting and you knew it was the morning sickness. It is very common that women get it during the first months of the pregnancy but it lasted so long for you and when you consulted you doctor she assured that it was okay. You rushed to the bathroom immediately, making some noise that made him wake up as he followed you, he helped you by holding your hair back in a ponytail. It was like a routine you grew familiar with. When you finished washing yor face you returned to bed as you left hakim in the bathroom.

But one thing catched your attention. Your feet were swollen, like really swollen. The sight scared you as you immediately called for him. You showed him your feet and he sighed

" I thought something bad happened! Babe that's literally fine. It happens to every pregnant woman. Plus yesterday we walked a lot so surely there will be some consequences. " He said as he kissed your forehead, you were annoyed he didn't show any sign of caring, he acted as if it's the most normal thing in the world but you didn't say anything yet, you just nodded.

" I'll go make breakfast" he stated as he left.

Shortly after, you got up to follow him, your legs, ankles and feet were extremely sore, you felt as if your lower back was beaten up, the womb was really big and surely it will affect you physically and mentally. You were in your 6th month. You walked slowly and when you reached the kitchen you just sat in a chair, he flashed towards you a smile which you smiled back. You kept looking at your feet, their new shape was unfamiliar with you, at that moment, tears started pooling around your eyes, you just started crying and sobbing, you couldn't help but cry. To say hakim was startled by your state is an understatement, he didn't know what's wrong with you.

"What's wrong love? For the love of god stop crying! Talk to me"

" I can't take this anymore, i'm not fit. This is not how i imagined my pregnancy would be. Please make this stop." You said between your sobs. The overwhelming was too much for you handle.

Hakim on the other hand was trying to be the most understanding person especially that he knew how a woman can act differently during this time, but he himself was going trough a lot. Nevertheless he tried to calm you down as he sat on his knees. His hands holding yours while his thumbs are working in your forehands in a soothing way.

" I know babe! I can feel you but this is all normal. Look there isn't much left and you'll give birth. But this pain is a must. Just cheer up for me, will you? "

" Seriously? You asking me to cheer up? I don't know if you noticed but look at me, i can't even walk straight! My back is killing me! The morning sickness is killing! Everything is so fucked up! " You stood up and spat back, he has been acting so nonchalantly. His expressions fell, not able anymore to hold his anger.

" Define fucked up! You want me to make this stop? How exactly? You signed up for this, i impregnated you when you said you were completely ready! Now you have to be patient !"

You were choked, you didn't expect him to react this way, tears of frustration and anger were making their path on your cheeks.

" I need reassurance, you just give me some sweet words! Wear my shoes for one day. I feel guilty about everything i eat. I'm not myself anymore! "

" Okay! I'm trying you know! Stop being so dramatic already! You act as if the world revolves on you, you're not the first woman to get pregnant."

" I'm being dramatic! Maybe you grew sick of this situation which i'm not blaming you, because i think the same. You're not giving me time, you don't talk to me! You think your words are doing the job? Well flashing news: NO"

He hit the table with his fist, he was raging, you flinched a little bit but there's no holding back at this point.

" Ql*wi! Why you jumping into conclusions? You're putting words in my mouth that i didn't say!" He shouted, clearly loosing it

" You know words come from somewhere deep down! There's no fume without fire" your felt your feet burning and some cramps but you didn't even flinch, the last thing you needed right now was this

" Tl3ti liya f krri! You know what! I'm sick of this situation, it's like you're putting the blame on me for impregnating you! I feel unappreciated, you're not talking to me either knowing damn well i am passing through some hard time trying to secure my career but all you care about is your body! Your feet are swollen! If you used your brain and searched you'll find that it's fuckin normal but you chose to cry over them. Db matsd3ich liya rasi."

If you'd describe your state as choked it'll be an understatement, his words were like a flame of fire, you couldn't fight back anymore you needed a break from this all! You wished you could take a break from the pregnancy.

You stormed to your room,took the smallest suitcase and started packing whatever clothes You've found in front of you. Heading downstairs, you struggled intensely as you were carrying the suitcase. When you reached the last step you were met with hakim's face, his eyes were like fireballs, you didn't recognize them. he grabbed your arm forcefully, it hurts and you didn't know if it was in his intentions to hurt you or not.

" What the fuck are you trying to do?"

" It does not concern you"

He chuckled darkly snd humorlessly

" Oh trust me it does! Since it's my child you are carrying. "

" I can't stay here anymore, this house is suffocating i'll go somewhere else where there's no toxic people"

He laughed as he shook his head in disbelief

" If i was toxic as you say then you are inconsiderate! Lifting up a suitcase all the way down. Acting childish as fuck. This could have affect the baby"

" Nothing would affect the baby more than his mother being in touch with toxic people! If anything happens to the baby then it is you the reason. I quit this shit i'm leaving"

" Oh and where are planning to leave ? All the way to morocco? Netherlands?" He scolded soothing on his beard

" I don't care i just don't want to stay near you !"

" Neither do i care! You're not leaving anywhere! Do you hear me? Now go and do whatever yoga shit you do and forget about this idea"

You knew he wouldn't let you leave, you troath was aching from the shouting session you just had and his words were hurtful, they had a meaning. You just sat on a stair ,with his assistance ofc, feeling defeated and tears started to flow again. He was standing before you, watching your movements and started feeling guilty about what he said earlier. You lifted your head looking him dead in the eyes.

" I'm tired Hakim, i can't take it anymore" you whispered with a hoarse voice, face between your palms. His expression softened as he immediately sat beside you, taking your face between his palms, thumbs working on your cheeks to calm you down.

"Hey, listen to me. Whatever you feel or suffer, we're gonna go through this together! I've put this child inside of you and i'm not willing to let you suffer alone! I'm sorry I didn't pay you the attention you needed I'm trying to do what would be the best for the three of us. I'm sorry luv ! Now stop crying for god's sake."

You nodded while occasionally sobbing from time to another. All the anger you were feeling has evaporated. You wrapped your arms around his waist putting you head on his chest, his heartbeat calmed you. His warm hands sneaked under your pajama's top, caressing your back. He felt you lean in his touch. you stayed like that for a while.

"Hakim?" You whispered softly

"Hmm?"

" Did you mean your words earlier?"

His hand stopped the caressing for a second then he started massaging your lower back as you released a sigh

" Of course not! You know i don't mean any of my words when i'm angry" He explained calmly, his deep voive was reassuring and soothing.

" Hakim, i'm sorry"

" No you needn't babe you're good! It was just a moment of anger"

" Hakim, i'm tired! Let's go to bed "

You stared, lifting your head from his embrace, holding an eye contact, this fight drained all of your energy and you needed to charge

" Alright, let's go to bed a n3asa" he giggled, pecking your pouty lips multiple times.

~~the end~~

First time writing a fanfic so please deal it.

Hope you like it 🫶🏻🩵

[beskarinhyperspace]

Moon Dust

I’ve been in worse situations.. 

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6. No Signal

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

WC:  3.8k 

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day bbys xx

Morning came faster than you would've wished. Although being unfamiliar, you were beginning to enjoy being hold while sleeping. His large frame keeping you warm and sheltered from the cold air while his strong chest— 

"Are you okay?" hearing the voice coming from outside. 

You simply smiled to yourself as you strapped your blaster in place. Your bags were already packed and ready to go, thanks to Mando. As you came out of the cave, you're being greeted by your new favorite tin man already in his beskar. “Have you already eaten?” you asked smiling, but the smile quickly turned into confusion. 

He handed a bowl to you, "I did, here, I made some for you.” You took it as you watched him put the fire out. “We should get moving if we want to be back to the ship by sundown.” 

You nodded, taking a bite and started to walk. You couldn't help but notice how cold he was towards you. You tried not to think too much of it. Maybe he was just exhausted. I mean, you guys had a pretty rough couple of days. All of this was new to you both and not knowing exactly what was next was definitely toying with you. He's probably just still on edge, you told yourself. 

After an hour of walking, you felt tired. None of you had said a single word to each other since you had left. Not that you cared much for it, but you were still concerned. “Where's that lake anyway? Are you sure we're going in the right direction?” 

He halts, turning around as quickly, “are you saying that I'm wrong?” 

His defensive tone left you shocked. “N-no I'm just wondering.. It's just that yesterday– “ 

“Yesterday what?” His voice was becoming harder.  

You sighed, shaking your head, “nothing.” but you heard the leather of his gloves cracking as he rolled his hands into fists. Without a word, he ignited his jetpack before taking off. “Hey! Where are you going??” You tried to shout louder but he was already gone. As you looked around you felt defeated. He was finally starting to open to you. And now you felt like it was back to square one. “I should've just stayed quiet. Why do I even care that he's gone? Why do I care if he doesn’t talk to me? Ugh, this is just stupid...” 

After a moment you finally calmed down, sitting on a boulder. Waiting for him to come back and he does. Hearing the noise of his jetpack coming closer, you see him coming down through the trees branches before landing. 

“Where were you? I didn't even know if you were coming back..” Were the first words coming out of you. You were mad and it showed. 

He took a deep breath, “You really thought I'd leave you here?” Saying as he walked pass you. 

The fact that he looked so calm made you angrier for some reason. “I don’t know, you just left me.” 

He sighed, “I was just looking for the lake.” he answered in a cold voice. “Come..”  

But you were too angry to even look at him. Frowning your brows and lips, you begin to walk in the opposite direction. “Where are you going?” You heard him say from behind, but you didn't bother to answer. “I see, using my own actions against me. Clever, you're a cleaver girl..” You just ignored him the best you could. Walking faster as you approached the ship. He didn't say a word as he followed you. Which pissed you off even more. Not only were you stuck on this planet, but you were stuck with a brute. A handsome, annoying, brute. 

Arriving at the ship, you got in without even glancing back. Moving quickly and directly to your room. You didn't care about anything right now. Not him, not your family, not even this prison planet. You were feeling more alone than ever before. Even in training, when you were completely alone in the woods, you knew it would end at some point. But this, this was different. There was a possibility that this was it. That there was no way of going back. It might never end. You might never see your family again. None of them. 

After about an hour of lying in bed, you could feel and hear your stomach rumble. Maybe there's still some ration bars left in the kitchen. You told yourself before sitting up on the edge of the bed, feeling like the air in your room thick. With the back of your sleeves, you dried the tears that had fallen on your cheeks earlier. Finally, with heavy legs, you stood up. You were feeling drained and empty but mostly hungry. As you gathered your forces to get more energy, you moved carefully to the small kitchen. Without the Mandalorian in sight, you saw a single portion of meat and veggies on the table. He still cooked for me?  Surprised, you took it. Feeling instantly guilty for the way you treated him earlier. Did you go too hard on him? Maybe you should've given him a chance to explain? You blinked a few times as you felt dizzy. Nothing seemed rational at this point. You sighed as you looked to the fresher. Maybe a shower would do you some good. 

Meanwhile the Mandalorian was in the cockpit. Sitting on his pilot chair as he played with a metal sphere. Rolling and passing it in between his fingers. He didn't know what to do or say to you. Not used to having company in general and for him, you were definitely a challenge. He was scared to lose what he had with you even though he knew it was wrong. He just couldn't help it. Just walking behind you in silence was killing him. All he wanted was to grab you and hold you close but he knew better than to come to you when you were angry. Still, it was killing him that you were feeling this way towards him. You were intoxicating him in the best way possible. He knew he had to make it right.  

Hearing you come out of the fresher made his heart pounce. When did she come out of her room? He wondered. Sighing, he got up from the comfort of his chair, heading towards the ladder. 

- 

You were still walking around the kitchen when you saw the man come down the cockpit. Your heart was pounding faster at the sight of him. Why am I feeling this way? Why am I nervous? He just a man, a stoic, strong, and– 

He comes walking towards you slowly. “You're right, about earlier? I'm sorry. I should've said something. It wasn't fair to you. We're a team. If we are going to survive on this planet, we need to work together.” He let out as he nervously played with the tip of his gloved fingers. He took more firm steps in your direction. “I don't know how to be around you. I–I've never been.. Please forgive me cyare.” 

You felt small. Even though you had your towel covering your frame, you felt much more naked than you were. You ended up simply nodding. Accepting his apology to quickly end this awful conversation. 

He anxiously stroked his thumb on your jaw. “Can you–” he stopped, clearing his throat, “do you want to come sleep with me?” Asking, tilting his helmet slightly. Seeing your eyes round up at his request, he quickly corrected himself, “No uh, I don't want to sleep alone. I-I like being with you...” 

You smiled shyly, nodding as you took a step forward. “Sure, I'll sleep by your side.” As he was about to turn, you quickly add, “I’m sorry too.” 

He took your hand, squeezing your fingers before taking you into his room. Once inside, he took a shirt from his small closet. Putting it over your head. You could see him swallow as his fingertips brushed the side of your hips. “Here, you're going to be more comfortable.” He says before turning around and start to remove his armor. His shirt was too big on you, falling right above you knees but most importantly, it smelled like him. While waiting, you moved under the covers, watching him remove piece by piece the weapons and beskar covering his shape. Having only his helmet, shirt and pants left. You stared at him as if he was the only man left in this galaxy. Which right now, kind of feels like it. Gawking at his muscular physique showing through the fabric as he carefully places his weapons in a safe case.  

He turned his helmet looking quickly at you, “sorry won't take long.” 

With your cheeks all red, you smile softly, “take your time” 

He chuckled at your comment. After closing the light off, you heard the hissing of his helmet before you feel him joining you in bed, “you like watching me.” he whispers, stating more than questioning. 

You moved more comfortably. Adjusting yourself as he shifted closer to you. “I also like your arms around me.” 

He smiled to himself, guiding your body in the dark so he could hold you from behind, “like this?” Moving his hand smoothly against your hip. His fingertips digging slightly into your flesh. 

You nodded feeling your eyes heavy. Closing them before feeling his hardness in between your ass cheeks. He moved his face in the nape of your neck, breathing into your hair. “I'm sorry, I'm just happy you're here. I mean not here on this planet but—” 

“Mando, sleep..” you couldn't keep yourself awake any longer. You can however, definitely get used to this. It's ridiculously how you feel comfortable and safe in his presence. You might be stuck here but you were stuck here with him. And after the day and past few weeks you've had, this was a good thing. 

You woke up to the low sound of wind rustling through the walls of the ship. Branches lightly brushing the outside shell. When you began to realize where you were. The Mandalorian was still deeply asleep next to you. You felt the cold morning air moving into the ship crawling up your legs and quickly, the oversized tee that you were wearing was no longer enough. 

Carefully, you got out. Making sure not to look back at him as you opened the door. You know you can't see his face. Even if technically, you could. 

Entering your small room, you go directly for your clothes. Wondering what he looked like underneath his helmet. You knew he had a strong jaw and a short beard but that was all you got. You also didn't want to wonder too much since you couldn't see him anyway. After changing, you ended up getting into your own bed, not wanting to wake him up by going back in. Closing your eyes as you finally get warm and cozy under your covers. 

- 

You woke up again, slowly hearing the door sliding open as heavy boots were walking towards you. Moving your eyes up, you meet the Mandalorian. Who was now watching you from above and he didn't look like he was in a good mood. He wore the same outfit he went to bed with but has his helmet on. “Is everything okay?” You asked worryingly rubbing your eyes, but he doesn't say a single word. “Did I do somethi— “ 

“–You weren't there. I woke up and you weren't there...” His voice is dry. 

You sat up frowning your brows, “In your bed? I'm sorry Mando, I was cold and went to get my clothes. I just fell asleep.” 

“I thought you had left.” His voice was breaking slightly. Oh, he was hurt. If you hadn't spent your time analyzing his overall body language theses pass weeks  you might've missed it. And that's when you realized. He was no longer a stranger. 

“I was just cold and tired. I swear I wouldn't just leave. Plus, where do you want me to go anyway? We're stuck here.” 

His body stiffened at your words, “Well I'm sorry that you're stuck with me...”  

“That's not what I said, and you know it. What's going on?” He turned around about to walk out of your room. “Please talk to me, I can't help if– “ 

He halted, his back still turned to you. “I have never removed my helmet.” 

“Is this what this is about? I haven’t looked, I promise.” 

He played nervously with the tips of his bare fingers. “You must understand. I never removed my helmet in front of anyone, except my son and even then, it only happened once. I– “ 

“Stop.” You couldn’t take it anymore. This was going in a direction that you weren't prepared for. You needed to make him understand. You needed to be honest. “I like you Din, I like you a lot.” You could feel the warmth going straight to your blushing cheeks as you said the words. But your chest started to hurt as he just turned around and stared at you motionless. You swallowed, looking around the room. Trying to quickly find a hole deep enough to hide in. You weren't the one to run away but his rejection would be too much to bear. Especially right now. 

He lets out a low growl, “I do too” tilting his helmet as he moved closer. Hovering you with his broad shape. With better lighting, you could see the prominent veins crippling along his arms as he kneeled on the bed. Crawling over to come join you. His muscles twitching and contracting as he placed his semi harden cock over your mount. Moving slowly as his bare callous fingers grazed the side of your neck. “I’m sorry, he whispered, I just want you so much.” He brought them to your chin, swiping them over your bottom lip. You let out a pleasant shaky breath and that's all he needed to know before his hand reached to close the light console on the side of your bed. Removing his helmet in the process. 

Your mind was going a thousand miles an hour. This felt good, so good. For the first time in a long time, you weren't thinking about anything. Simply enjoying the hands of a strong and tender man roaming your body in the dark. A smile appeared on your lips when you finally sense his, slowly moving down your neck. The air in the room felt thicker and warmer as he removed your top and his along the way. 

As you tried to anchor yourself in the dark, you placed your hands flat on his chest. If you couldn’t see his face, could you at least touch it? Slowly you moved them up to the side of his neck. He stayed still, rigid even, as if he was trying to figure out what to do but didn’t stop you. You could feel his body moving slightly back as you brought your fingers to his jaw, who was clenched. Feeling his chest muscles contracting on your forearms before coarse, hard hair came poking at your fingertips. Which only sparked your curiosity. You moved them quickly to his lips. Feeling them shaking slightly while his mustache was tickling you. He was nervously breathing heavier as you moved them higher to his cheeks. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you.  

He grunted, holding the side of your head as he kissed you like a starved man, pushing his tongue inside, searching for yours. For a man who never kissed before he wasn't half bad. He was a bit sloppy, but you had a feeling that he was just really driven. Especially since he keeps grinding his cock over your clothed pussy. 

Soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved his lips to your chest. Your nipples were already hardened from the cold morning air trapped in the ship. He hummed against your skin as he grabbed one with his mouth. Holding your tits in place while making sure to squeeze them softly occasionally as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive nipples. All you could hear were your heavy breaths followed by Mando's muffled low moans. The wet noise of his plumped lips sucking and pulling lightly on your flesh made it hard not to drip everywhere. 

You were getting lost in pleasure as you raked your hands into his hair. pulling them as he let go of your tits to give one single wet kiss to your belly, adjusting himself in lower. What is he doing? Feeling his fingers grabbing your pants from the inside on each side of your hips, pulling them completely off. Softly passing the back of his fingers on your thigh, he moved them gradually in between your thighs. You could hear him swallow and breathe deep. Sensing a single finger softly brushing your clit. The sensation jolts inside of you. You were way more sensitive than you thought. Making you moan instantly to his touch. 

Hearing you made him chuckled as he now passed them through your folds. His fingertips were staying at your entrance, toying with you. Gliding softly in while making sure not to push too far but just enough to make you want more. “Mando please,” you finally cried out. Pressured by your pleasured pleas, he slides one inside. Slowly pushing in and out a few times before putting his whole mouth around you. This was heaven and hell as he added another finger inside. He took his time pumping his digits as he gave your engorged clit some gentle sucks here and there. You whined as soon as he pulled them away.  

His sudden absence left you disoriented. Even in the pitch dark of your room, you could sense him stroke himself with your leftover slick on his hand. You brought your legs around his hips to pull him closer to you. Growing impatient to feel him inside. Trapped in between your legs, he adjusts his cock in front of your entrance. Without warning, you sank on it as you pulled him by his neck to kiss him.  

Taken by surprise, he stopped moving. “Fuuck,” he grunted out. “Slow down you're, you're tight cyar’ika...” Taking your hand while you made his dick slowly disappear effortlessly inside of you.  

As you adjusted yourself to him and him to you, you passed a hand on jaw, ‘’Cyar’ika?’’ 

You felt him smile shyly against your hand, ‘’it means sweetheart’’ Now trusting in fully, holding you by the hip. Making you wince at your sensitive cunt clenching around him before he kissed your palm. He let out some low moans as he rhythmically pushed against your core. With all that edging you were close to your release, and he knew it. Bending down he kissed you fully, “Maker cyare...”  

You made him go deeper by bringing your legs around him, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah...” he moaned out, feeling his lips curl against yours. It didn't take long before you start whimpering against him. Feeling that rush moving between your thighs. He followed you closely as you came together. 

Feeling lightheaded as you catch your breath. He came to lay by your side, still in your pitch-black room. The only thing that was anchoring you to reality was his chest moving up and down as if he was the calmest river. 

As you were wrapped in his arms, you couldn't help but wonder more about him. You never really met a Mandalorian before Din, and you were full of questions. “Were you always a Mandalorian?” You asked softly. 

“No, they found me when I was a foundling. my parents were killed during the war, and they took me as one of their own.” 

“I'm so sorry.” 

He doesn't say anything because well there's nothing much to say. Simply passing his thumb over your shoulder. “I'm the one who's sorry, about earlier? I should've said my intentions. The crew must be informed at all times.” 

“The crew uh..” 

He chuckled through his nose as he pets your head. “Would you come with me? To look for the lake?” 

You smile softly, “yeah, okay.” He gave your forehead a kiss as he shifted in the bed. Taking the blanket to make sure your body was covered. He quickly gathered his scattered clothes. “What if we’re really trapped here? On this planet..” You sensed Mando shifting through the darkness before hearing his voice still crisp and clear “Keep your eyes close” he asked. Now seeing red behind your eyelids, you feel his knee moving in between your thighs. 

“Mando? What are you doing?” 

All you could hear was his breathing, “I want to see you with my eyes, no helmet.” 

Grabbing your jaw, he moved your face upward to him. You could feel his gloved thumb brushing your bottom lip before sensing his plush ones pressing onto yours. You began to feel aroused again as he pushed his tongue in, tasting you again. He smiled instantly as he saw you moved slightly against his knee. “You're so beautiful cyare.” Giving you one last peck. He let go of you before hearing the click of his helmet followed by his modulated voice. “I will always make sure that you are safe.” 

“That’s not what I mean, can I open my eyes?” 

“Yes” 

And as you do you see your clothes already placed in front of you. You start to dress yourself, “I mean we don’t have anything. No medicine, almost no tools and we’re about to go out of food pretty soon.” 

“Now it’s you who needs to stop. We’ll figure something out. We’re both warriors and resourceful. I don’t see how we couldn’t make this work.” 

“Din...” 

He took a deep breath, “I’ve been in worse situations..” 

You smiled to him, shaking your head slightly, “you’re right. I’m sure we will find a way to get back. Anyway, if we leave for the lake now, we could be back in time before sunset.” 

“Uh yeah, I'll go put my Armor on.” As he walked away, he kept thinking back to your words. Find a way to get back... He knew this planet was hostile and it wasn’t the best place to be, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty that he secretly enjoys being trapped here with you. He knew that this relationship wouldn’t work in the real world. You were way too good, way too beautiful to be with a man who you couldn’t even see his face. He knew the dangers of being here but at the same time there was nowhere else he'd want to be right now. He took a deep breath as he gets into his beskar. One day at a time, one day at a time... 

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[pbandjesse]

Today was a long day. But I had fun. And thankfully I didn't feel sick. I am tired but I'm doing a lot better then yesterday.

I slept okay. I changed blankets and I think that helped. But there was a lot of noise outside again. The recycling truck came at like 6am?? And it felt like it was just parked out front of our house and it was so loud. Not amazing.

But I did fall back asleep. And was able to sleep until 7.

When I woke up James was sitting at our desk and they came over and gave me a hug and it was so nice. We talked about how weird it was that the trash truck came so early. And then I went to get ready.

I wore my short overalls today because I didn't realize how chilly it was going to be this morning. But I did wear knee socks and a sweatshirt (I changed into a fleece when I got to camp) and was pretty comfortable overall.

Other drivers stressed me out hardcore. After I left the house, giving James a kiss goodbye, I got in the car and took my time getting ready to go.

It's always tough turning out of our street. I waited my turn and I was up next and the person behind me pulled around me!!!! It was so dangerous and so incredibly entitled. And worse we would end up next to each other at every single light for the next few miles. And I was so fucking mad but also trying to not look at them because I was just so angry. I just wanted to get to the highway and be away from them because I was shaking I was so mad and also didn't want to feel like that!! I hate feeling so deregulated that early in the day.

The rest of the drive was fine. And I got to camp and went right to art to collect my materials. And decided to drive them over to the trading post where I would be leading the program. And eventually went to the office to have breakfast and chill.

Everyone was supposed to come through at 930. I took a walk over to the lodge to move the table carts since it is probably not the best idea to move the big tables myself. It's hard to balance what I should and shouldnt do these days. But it felt like it wouldn't be a good idea.

While I was over there I noticed that the stove top looked like it was on? But it was actually the pilot lights being very very tall? So I called Heather for her opinion and she told me to check with Joe. Who eventually would tell me they got taller after it was serviced this summer but it seems wrong to me. But he knows better then I would so I left that and walked back to the office to sit with Heather.

Her birthday was yesterday and she said she had a really nice weekend celebrating. We talked about my job plans for the next year. Being available only as needed and not every day. Picking up different job shifts at the museum and other things I may focus on. She made me feel very supported.

And when we saw Gabe from indigo's car I would go over to the lodge to meet him.

I was frustrated that the other puhtok staff were still not there. They were supposed to be in at 930. They would actually roll up after 10. After me and Gabe had already finished setting up the 10 tables and 80 chairs. I was not happy with them at all. But I tried to be chill and told them what they would need to do. I tried to take charge because no one else was going to. Elizabeth is sick and Sarah is stuck in Tampa. Hopefully she's made it out by now, as she left at 2am. But with the traffic jams because of the storm I am pretty worried about her.

The day would go really well though. The kindergartners were so lovely. And I had a lot of fun hanging out with them.

We started in the amphitheater with their normal intro, warming up bodies and giving rules about being in charge of your body and not touching anyone else's. We were originally going to break into 5 groups but the teachers asked to do 3 so they could stay with their classes. Fair but man those are big groups. But it would go early because fine. I just had to talk really loud.

I took the biggest group. With 25 kids and 6 adults. And I think we had a lot of fun. We talked about mushrooms. We identified ferns and spice berries. We pet carpet moss and turkey tail mushrooms. We talked about how we identify dead trees and what termite damage looks like. And it was just really fun. I don't think it was my best hike every, mainly because I don't think the end of the line could always hear me. But I did my best and I had a lot of fun.

When we got to the Glen Gabe took over to lead a scavenger hunt. Half the group had to use the bathroom though so I would take them back up the hill to go to the latrines. And when we were done there we would walk back down to meet the group and then walked to lunch. And I tried to stop where we could to point things out. And then took them to the field. Where I decided to pass off leading the group to Gabe so I didn't have to backtrack to the office and have my lunch. He was chill about it. And I said I would see them after.

My lunch was okay. Could have used a sauce but was fine. I ate and watched some TikToks and sat on the porch. It was warm enough that I could leave my fleece. And would head to the trading post to do my project.

And it was really fun. I made some examples. A girl in a dress, a turtle, a kitty, some butterflies. And the kids were really into it! Not all of them understood exactly and we're mainly just flying down leaves. But overall it was a really positive experience and they looked like they had fun.

We would run out of glue right before 2. Which was perfect and let me clean up and head out. I needed to get out of there by 215 so that I could go home and change and charge my phone before going to the museum. I let Adam from indigo know. And would text Tony. I figured I set up everything, the others could put the tables and chairs away.

But apparently not? I heard back from Tony that he had to leave for his other job too. Okay. So I texted Nick. He was the one driving Tony. So I gave up. I let Elizabeth and Heather know I wasn't sure if things were cleaned up and apologized for that.

But I couldn't stay.

I would get home before 3. Which just gave me enough time to change and charge my phone. I took ten minutes to sit down and fixed my makeup. I felt kind of uncomfortable but I figured I just needed to eat.

My plan was to go to Jimmy John's before the museum. And Im so glad I did. It was exactly what I wanted. I got stuck in a little traffic but I got to the shopping center with plenty of time to eat there. I listened to a podcast and enjoyed my sandwich and felt a lot better.

And I would have a pretty excellent evening. It really would have only been improved by more people coming back to the galleries.

When I got there I gave James lots of hugs and went to set up a chase for printing. I chatted with Meril and Jesse. And later I would get my very own key for the museum and I'm thrilled about that.

But not a lot of people came back to the galleries. Even though they set up a bar back there! So I would chat with the bar tender for a while. I would have about ten or so people come back who were awesome though.

I had like a 15 minute conversation with a couple who were fascinated by everything. By the machines. By the prints and blocks. Even by me. I would print off some of our image blocks special for them. And told them all about my background and how I ended up here. How I get to work with my husband sometimes. And it was just really great. And when no one was back there I just printed or sat on my stool and chilled. Meril would come check on me but mainly I was just hanging out.

I did have one surprising conversation. A man came in and said his wife used to do letter press but she stopped when she was pregnant because she couldn't touch the lead. What???! This was not something I had considered at all. Should I not be in this room?? Like I'm careful, I wash my hands after. I don't put things in my mouth. But I guess the whole room is technically contaminated. I texted James. And they also become concerned. So I would send a message to my OB office to see what they think.

At 7 I would clean up. And hung out talking to Meril about my hopes for my job over the next year. Very similar to my conversation with Heather. And Meril has such similar energy and makes me feel so listened to. I'm really glad we get to work in this department together, she's really great.

She would run over to their office to bring me my new front door key. She made a big show of giving it to me which was super sweet. And soon I was heading out. See you guys in a few days.

I got stuck in the parking lot because people were confused about where the road was. But it was okay. I got out of there. I almost forgot the groceries James bought and left in the fridge for me to bring home but I didn't forget. And I asked James to please have cream cheese wontons ready for me when I got home.

Traffic was bad again and other drivers were terrible. On our block again!! When someone passed around me when I was about to turn into the alley. They are so lucky I wasn't making a quick turn because that was insane and could have been so bad. I had to take a moment to collect myself.

But I parked and came inside and was super happy to see Sweetp and James. We hugged. Then we picked up Sweetp and hugged with him between us and he hated that. James showed me that the other set of curtains came and they would put those up. I'm very pleased about that.

I had my wontons. And came upstairs to sip water. I would eventually go back down to tell James my fears and thoughts about the hurricane. And how it brings up my fears about having to evacuate and what I might grab and take with us. How I want to get a travel container for Crabcake, like we have one for Sweetp. We should have a way to transport everyone in an emergency. It's important.

But now I'm back in bed. Finishing this post. I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed. Tomorrow I am probably staying home. I told Heather to let me know if I'm needed because if not I have things I would like to work on here. Specifically I want to make more plushies. I haven't made new ones in months and my supplies are low. So wish me luck with that. I hope I have motivation tomorrow.

I also hope you all have a good evening. Sleep well and be safe. Goodnight!!

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Welcome to Alexandria

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"Eyes open everybody. Weapons up." Glenn told the other five once they reached the sign that said 16. "You see someone coming at us, you fire."

"Copy that." Abraham said.

"So if we see someone, we just shoot them?" Michonne asked.

"That's a good question." Maggie agreed.

"I remember when I was living by those rules, and you both called me crazy." She looked at Maggie and Glenn.

"Times are different." Glenn said.

"Yeah, for you." She pressed.

"What if we see someone like us?" Michonne brought up. "What if Aarons telling the truth. What if they're someone who has nothing to do with this?"

"We're six people walking with guns. No one's coming up to say hello." Glenn answered.

"But that's exactly what happened."

"If it's someone like us, we should be afraid of them. He said he was watching us, right? It means he saw us yesterday. And everything we've done, why would he want us to join his group?" Glenn asked.

"People like us saved a priest. Saved a girl who rolled up to the prison with the Governor. Saved a crazy lady with a sword."

"Took in a crazy lady who lived in a house surrounded by bodies." Natalia laughed. "And saved potential survivors from cannibals."

"He saw that." Michonne continued.

"I don't know what he saw."

They walked further, until eventually, they found their destination.

"He was telling the truth." Michonne said, when they reached the vehicles, a car and an RV.

There was some rustling in the leaves as they walked over a fallen tree.

"Not one step closer, asshole!" Glenn shouted as everyone raised their weapons towards the noise.

But it was just two walkers.

"I got 'em." Abraham said, slinging the gun around his shoulder and pulling out his knife.

"We got 'em." Rosita corrected, putting her own gun on the car.

Rosita used a stick to knock down the male walker, whilst Abraham pulled at the woman's arm, pulling it clean off.

"Damn it!" Rosita cursed, knocking the female walker down, then using the stick to plunge it into the male walkers head as Abraham got his barings and finished off his walker.

"Thanks."

The two then searched the RV whilst the others waited outside.

"Proud of you." Natalia nudged Michonne.

"Of what?" She raised a brow, looking at her friend.

"For standing up to Rick, for having a little bit of hope."

"Nat, I haven't showered in over a month, or even slept in a warm bed, I've been praying for something to give, and the lord above might actually be pitying us, for once."

"I just want clean clothes so I can burn these." She looked down at her ruined tank top and cargo pants.

"You're right, got all sorts going on there." Michonne gestured a hand at the stains covering the fabric.

"Like you look any better."

"Well, thank you. I tried." Michonne faked bashfulness.

Abraham and Rosita claimed the RV was clear, then the group of six decided to split up and drive back to the barn.

Natalia drove the car, Michonne beside her, the others were in the RV.

The two women talked about random things they found both intrigued each other.

Michonne was glad to see that the sleep her friend had, happened to bring a spark back, she smiled more and snapped a lot less.

Michonne stayed away from any topics of conversation that could push Natalia back under.

When they got back, Glenn, Maggie, Rosita and Abraham brought in the food and supplies the pair had found in the RV showing it off to the rest of the group.

"This, this is ours now." Rick told Aaron.

"There's more than enough." Aaron replied, sounding tired as he was still restrained.

"It's ours, whether or not we go to your camp."

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't we go?" Carl asked his father.

"If he were lying or if he wanted to hurt us... but he isn't and he doesn't. We need this. So we're going. All of us." Michonne told the group. "Somebody say something if they feel differently."

"I don't know about you guys, but I am tired, and I am hungry, and I have quite frankly had enough, we came here for a reason, for a place just like this, and here we are, mission complete." Natalia glanced at Abraham. "So why are we trying to throw it away, it would be an insult to everything we struggled through, just to get here." She said her piece.

"I don't know, man." Daryl started. "This barn smells like horse shit."

"Yeah." Rick agreed. "We're going."

Michonne and Natalia smiled in victory, quietly low-fiving each other.

"So where are we going?" Rick turned to Aaron. "Where's your camp?"

"Well, every time I've done this, I've been behind the wheel driving recruits back." Aaron explained. "I believe you're good people. I've bet my life on it. I'm just not ready to bet my friend's lives just yet."

Rick switched places with Michonne, heading for the map as she headed for the man.

"You're not driving." Michonne told him, clearly. "So if you want to get home, you'll have to tell us how."

"Go North of Route 16." Aaron caved.

"And then?" Michonne pushed.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

"We'll take 23 North. You'll give us directions from there."

"That's... I don't know how else to say it, that's a bad idea." Aaron looked uncomfortable by Ricks idea. "We've cleared 16. It'll be faster."

"We'll take 23." Rick repeated. "We leave at sundown."

"We're doing this at night?" Sasha asked, voicing the question everyone was thinking.

"Look, I know it's dangerous. But it's better than riding up to the gates during the day. If it isn't safe, we need to get gone before they know we're there."

"No one is going to hurt you." Aaron said. "You're trying to protect your group, but you're putting them in danger."

"Tell me where the camp is, we'll leave right now." Rick turned to him.

Aaron looked away, shaking his head.

"It's going to be a long night. Eat. Get some rest if you can." Rick told the group, walking out of the barn.

Michonne and Natalia shared a look of knowing, Natalia nodded for her to follow after the man, which she did.

Natalia took a step toward the man on the floor.

"Hey." She said. "I just want you to know, that I vouched for you, something I've only ever done once for someone else, if you're lying, if my groups put in danger because of this, I won't hesitate to slit your throat and stab you to death, understand?" Natalia said, with a calm expression.

"I'm not lying." Aaron pushed, looking slightly alarmed.

"Good. You hungry?"

After Natalia got Aaron some food, she searched for her own, reading the allergens but she was still nervous about consuming anything.

"You okay?" Carol stood beside her.

"Yeah, just checking something." Natalia responded, sighing, putting down a can that contained hazelnut.

"Anything in particular?"

"Not really." She shrugged, smiling at the woman.

"Nat's allergic to nuts." Daryl revealed to the woman, joining the conversation.

Natalia frowned at him as Carol looked at her.

"Why didn't you tell anyone, how serious is it?"

"Not that serious, I don't know, the idea of it being used against me comes to mind sometimes."

"You could die." Daryl interrupted once again, studying the food, himself. "Sounds pretty serious to me." He opened up a can of spaghettiO's, sniffing it, before dipping a finger in, tasting the sauce.

"Only if I don't have an Epi-Pen, which I don't have... but it's fine, I handle it."

"Actually." Carol seemed to remember something. "Back at Grady Memorial, Beth must've snatched them up, put them in my bag, there was a small stash of Epi-Pens, they had a system with the drugs, she was the only person ever trusted with the key."

Natalia felt chest pains at the confession.

"Why would she do that?" Natalia snapped her head up, looking at the woman.

"Because she cared about you, a lot, like the rest of us." Carol rubbed her arm. "I'll make sure to keep an eye on the food from now on." Carol then walked away, leaving just Natalia and Daryl, who was still holding the can, which he hadn't ate any more out of.

"Here." He said, offering it to her. "Checked it, should be safe."

"Thanks." Natalia whispered, taking the can. "Y'know, if I ever happen to get bit one day-"

"Don't." Daryl cut her off.

"I'm just saying, If I ever did, I'd want the last thing I ever did, be eating a Reece's peanut butter cup, see what the big deal about Anaphylaxis is all about, go out like my dad."

"Too bad you ain't never gonna experience it."

"Don't bet on it, my lucks gotta run out someday." Natalia shrugged.

"Y'know, at the community, we have a pretty gifted surgeon, you will be in good hands there, we can put you on the system, with other allergenics." Aaron spoke up. "His name's Pete."

Daryl and Natalia looked at the man, confused he was inserting himself in their conversation.

"What's a surgeon gonna do for a nut allergy? I'm good." She forced a smile, walking towards her dog, who was with Carl and Judith, eating out of her can of hoops.

When the sun had set, the group set off, everyone but; Aaron, Rick, Glenn and Michonne settled into the RV, Abraham driving.

All of a sudden, the RV took a sharp turn.

"What's happening?" Carl asked.

"I'm sure it's fine." Natalia told him, getting up and walking towards the front of the RV, Daryl was sat in the passenger seat. "Abraham, what the hell?"

"Herd, packing up the whole road." Abraham replied, keeping his eyes on the road. "Gonna find us a little detour."

"What?! Where's the car?" Tara yelped.

"Glenn drove right through." Daryl told her. "We gotta find a place, they'll meet us there."

Just then, a red flare shot up into the sky, not too far from them.

"What if that was them?" Sasha asked.

"Follow it." Rosita told her boyfriend.

"Copy that." Abraham replied, turning the wheel in the direction of the water tower.

They had reached where the flare went off.

"There!" Natalia leaned over the seats, pointing at a group of walkers trying to reach something, or someone. She jumped out of the RV, towards the hungry walkers.

"Nat, wait!" Maggie called. "Natalia!"

She unsheathed her knife as she ran, yanking a walker back, stabbing it in the head before it could notice her, then moved onto the next, soon enough, others had joined, Sasha shot at them, Rosita, Abraham and Maggie had took to the same as Natalia, Daryl took one out with his crossbow.

Natalia reached for the last one, who was grabbing for a blond man that was attempting to fight it off.

She plunged the knife in its head, chucking it to the ground before pointing it at the man.

"Who are you?" She asked. "Quickly."

"Eric!" He put his hands up in the air. "My name is Eric, You know Aaron, he's-"

"You're the other person out here." Sasha finished, her gun was still in her hands as she stared down at him.

"Where are our people?" Natalia pushed, leaning forward as she kept the hilt of her knife pointed in his face.

"I- I don't know! I got trapped, hurt my ankle, it's why I sent up the flare."

Abraham pushed the tyre off his leg whilst Maggie bent down to examine it.

"If Aaron saw it, he'll come, and so will the rest of your people." Eric stuttered, his hands shook as he stared at the threatening brunnete in front of him. "I know Rick, and Michonne and Glenn was with him."

"How do you know their names?"

"Aaron knew ours when he approached Maggie and I." Sasha told her.

"I know your names Nat, probably short for Natalie."

"It's not." She told him, her jaw clenched at the name. "It's Natalia, only my friends call me Nat, you're not my friend."

"Yes, sorry."

"Nat, stop." Daryl was beside her, pushing the knife away, she snapped her eyes towards him, her glare hadn't disappeared, but confusion seeped into her eyes.

"Think his ankles broken, if we can get him somewhere safe, I could fix it up." Maggie told the small group, the rest were still in the RV.

"I know a place we can go, It's not far from here, actually it's pretty near, they'll find us there." Eric told them, wincing as he attempted to get up.

"Up we go." Abraham said, practically carrying the frail man.

He had led them to a building, in an alley, a sign above the door read Supply Room.

The RV was parked outside and everyone headed in for the night.

Natalia began pacing outside, telling Carol that she'd wait out for the others, when she had asked what she was doing.

Daryl stayed outside too.

"What the hell was that?" He asked.

"Hm?" She asked, looking up at him, instead of the ground.

"Running off back there, into the group of walkers." Daryl said, adjusting the crossbow in his arms.

"Someone was hurt, there were walkers to take out, y'know it's been, like, a year and a half, I would've thought you were caught up by now, considering you, yourself, have done it so many times." She scratched her head, confused about what he seemed to be upset about.

"Nah, you didn't hesitate or wait for anyone else, you jumped out whilst the RV wasn't even stopped and went head first. Practically throwing yourself at them."

"What was I supposed to do?"

"Wait for someone to help."

"I didn't have to, y'all followed me out." She shrugged.

"You don't get it." He shook his head.

"Clearly not." Natalia agreed.

More time had passed when a familiar whistle sounded through the air.

Daryl and Natalia moved away from the door they were both leaned against, looking into the alley and spotting their friends.

Daryl whistled back, waving in the air so they knew who it was.

Natalia walked towards them, as they met her half way.

Daryl pounded on the door, alerting the others.

"Oh my god." Natalia sighed, hugging Rick, who hugged her back.

"You alright?" He asked. "Carl?"

"Everyone's fine, there was no trouble." She smiled at him, walking towards her best friend.

"Dad!" Carl called, running out the building.

"Mich." She groaned, hugging the woman tight.

"Nat." Michonne grinned, swaying them.

"Your sister okay?" Rick asked Carl as they embraced.

"Yeah. Yeah, fine." He replied, smiling at seeing his father.

"Eric? Eric?" Aaron called for the man inside, whilst Rick and Daryl shook hands. "Eric?"

"In here." Eric replied from inside.

Aaron ran in, following the voice.

"Eric!"

Rick stepped away from Carol, walking into the building as well.

"Everyone, back inside." Abraham ordered.

They walked into the building, Michonne greeted Judith, kissing her head, hugging her tightly as the group fell into chatter.

"Excuse me. Excuse me." Aaron walked out of the room Eric was resting in, grabbing the people's attention. "Everyone. Thank you. You saved Eric. I owe you. All of you. Especially you, Natalia, you saved his life."

"Oh! It wasn't, I didn't- they did." She shook her head, looking around the room, trying to pass thanks.

"No, Nat was the one who ran in, yanked them away." Rosita nodded her hat at the woman as Michonne patted her back, both revelling in her embarrassment. "We just followed her lead."

"Regardless, I will make sure the debt is paid in full when we get to our community. When we get to Alexandria. Now, I'm not sure about you, but I'd rather not do any more driving tonight. Maybe we can hit the road tomorrow morning."

"That sounds fine." Rick nodded. "But if we're staying here for the night, you're sleeping over there."

"You really think we got to do that?" Maggie asked.

"It's the safe play. We don't know you." Rick said.

"The only way you're gonna stop me from being with him right now is by shooting me." Aaron told him.

When no one responded or moved, he stepped forward.

"Woah." Glenn put his hand out, stopping him. "Rick, he told us where the camp is. And he really was only travelling with one other person. They're both unarmed. One of them's got a broken ankle. I want us to be safe too. I can't give up everything else. I know what I said, but it does matter." Glenn fought their case.

Rick thought on it for a moment, before coming to a decision.

"Alright."

The next morning, they hit the road once again, heading to Alexandria.

Abraham was driving, Rosita beside him. Eugene, Tara, Glenn and Maggie were playing a card game, Sasha was cleaning her gun beside Carol, who watched the game.

Natalia was leaned against Daryl, teasing Sully with the rabbit as she raised it in the air before lifting it down, just enough so he could grab it, before raising it again. Noah was talking to Aaron, who was in the "bedroom" Eric was fast asleep.

Gabriel was reading a bible he had been carrying with him since the church.

The grimes, as well as Michonne, had been riding in a separate car.

Over halfway there, the RV broke down.

The group stood around the road as Abraham and Glenn tried fixing it.

Daryl was stood on top of the RV, scouting far out.

Natalia, with Sully in her arms, was leaned against the car, beside Michonne and Rick.

"Can't win." Abraham punched the RV. "Might as well paint it red, put a ladder on it."

"All we need is another battery." Glenn told him.

"Where in the hell are we gonna fine another battery?" Abraham asked him.

"Right over here." Glenn patted his arm, walking towards the inside of the RV. He opened up the step, showing off an untouched battery.

"How'd you know those were there?" The red head asked.

"Come on." Glenn told him, pulling out the battery, avoiding the question.

"The fights over." Michonne spoke to Rick. "You've got to let it go. I know it's hard. After its kept you... warm and fed and alive. But the fight... It turns on you. You've got to let it go."

"That's what Bob was trying to tell me back at the church." Rick looked at his shoes. "What to risk. When it's safe. When to let someone in. The rules keep changing.

"They did for me." Michonne said.

Natalia nodded, having been beside them whilst they had the conversation, the rules had changed for her as well, thanks to Rick, his son, and their friends.

The engine of the RV started, pulling everyone's focus towards it.

"Whoo!" The group cheered and clapped.

"Before we get going, I got to... I got to take a moment." Rick said.

He then walked away.

Natalia decided to follow him, she had something she wanted to say as well, and he was going to listen, she also had an inkling he wasn't just taking a moment.

"Rick." Natalia announced her presence, when they had reached an abandoned house.

"Why aren't you with the others?" He asked, picking up a blender.

"Cause, I wanted to see what you were up to." She shrugged, not pointing out that he had took out a gun, placing it in the blender. "Y'know, after the prison, when it was just me, Daryl and Beth. We both gave up, just assumed everyone was gone, except for her, she made us track prints for a whole day, just because she believed it wasn't all lost, the prints we found, they ended up being dead, but that's not the point. She also reminded us that there are good people in the world, that we should still have hope." Natalia told him. "If we've got no hope for things to get better, what's the point in even trying to live?"

"I know" Rick nodded, looking at her.

"I'm trying to trust this, I really hope it's real, and to have hope in this, for her sake, but you can't let anything ruin this, We love you, and we respect you, all of us, but sometimes you are over your head about something's, and that's okay."

"You saying I shouldn't do this?" He asked her, gesturing to the blender in his hands, with the gun inside.

"Oh, no, 100% you should, imagine if we hadn't stashed weapons away before Terminus, but I'm just saying, you go into something believing it's not going to work, more chances than none, it won't because you don't let it."

"I hear you." He told her. "We're gonna make it work."

When they had got back, the two vehicles set off.

Rick had stopped the car in front of a gate, it had a screen behind it, blocking the inside from the out.

"We're here." Abraham announced to the RV, causing the group to climb out, walking towards the gate.

"Even though you were wrong. You're still right." Carol told Rick when he brought Judith out of the car.

Natalia could hear children running and laughing. It felt surreal to her, people were living here, growing, protected, they weren't just surviving.

The gate opened.

Aaron led Eric inside, whilst the others waited.

Metal rattled, causing everyone to point their weapons towards the sound, they were all on edge, even Sully, who had barked at it.

An opossum had fallen out of the bin.

Natalia shot at it just before an arrow followed.

Daryl picked it up.

A man was stood at the gate, wearing a yellow shirt and looked extremely uncomfortable.

"We brought dinner." Daryl told him, waving the opossum.

"It's okay." Aaron said, when the man looked for words. "Come on in, guys."

They headed in, looking around the place.

The place was beautiful, nothing like what belonged in the new world.

There were mowed lawns, some with flower gardens, the streets were clean, the houses were big and expensive looking, Natalia hadn't prepared for this, she thought more along the lines of the prison.

But this was like Woodbury, only richer.

The gate then closed, the group watched as it squeaked shut.

"Before we take this any further, I need you all to turn over your weapons." The man in the yellow shirt said. "Stay, you hand them over."

"We don't know if we wanna stay." Rick told him, he was carrying Judith, in his other hand he was carrying his gun."

"It's, it's fine, Nicholas." Aaron said.

"If we were gonna use them, we would have started already."

"Let them talk to Deanna first."

"Who's Deanna?" Abraham asked.

"She knows everything you'd want to know about this place. Rick, why don't you start."

The snarls of a walker caught Ricks attention.

"Sasha." He said.

She turned around, taking aim, then took the walker out, before another person could slide the blind across.

"It's a good thing we're here." Rick said, walking ahead.

Aaron had led them to a house, Deanna's house.

The group waited on the porch when Rick entered for his interview.

Natalia was starting to feel panic, this was feeling all too overwhelming, an interview? For what? What would they even ask? She wasn't a good person, she wasn't like the group, she didn't fit in, nor had a purpose, what if Deanna didn't like her? What if she felt that Natalia wasn't good for Alexandria, and kicked her out, let her fend for herself or even killed her. Or worse, what if she kicked the whole group out because Natalia was slightly off, or if she was too chatty, or if she was too harsh, said the wrong thing, slipped up.

"Cute dog." A voice interrupted as she began pacing in the road.

A man was stood in front of her, he was tall, probably about a foot taller than her, and conventionally attractive, with a charming smile and nice clean hair.

"What?" She asked, at first she had looked around, checking to see who he was talking to before realising it was in fact her.

"I said, you got a cute dog?" He repeated.

"Oh, alright." She nodded.

"Must take after her owner." He commented, looking the woman up and down.

"He's a boy."

"Oh, you must be a part of the new group, Aaron brought in." The man said. "I'm Spencer, Deanna's my mom." He offered his hand out.

She gingerly accepted, shaking his hand.

"Natalia." She replied, assessing the man, trying to read him.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He smirked, biting his lip.

"Okay." She took back her hand.

"Oh, You got a little..." He licked his thumb, going to wipe her cheek, but she snatched his wrist, stopping him as she furrowed her brows.

"What are you doing?"

"You're face, you had... nothing, don't worry." He scratched the back of his neck. "Anyway, was nice to meet you, I'll be looking forward to seeing you around." His charming grin was back, as he continued to walk down the street. "Bye Natalia." He waved.

She didn't return his goodbye, instead glared after the man.

Some scoffs and giggles came from the porch.

She snapped her attention to the group, who had been watching her.

"Got a new friend?" Glenn asked her.

"No." She folded her arms over her chest.

"He seems to wanna be your friend." Maggie said.

"Think he wants to be more than friends." Tara snorted, wiggling her brows.

"We were just talking." Natalia said.

"Sure, you were just talking, he weren't" She looked at Michonne who had a smile on her face, she was stood beside Daryl, who was the only one who didn't look like he was having fun watching Natalia's confusion, his expression was stony as he stared at her, Carol was stood behind him, rubbing his back as she smiled.

"What do you mean?" Natalia asked.

"She's clueless." Abraham boomed.

"What? Am I missing something?"

"The Ol' swiping the cheek, "You got a little." You weren't picking up on that?" Rosita asked her. "He called you beautiful."

"He was so obviously flirting." Tara laughed. "Even a nun could see it, or the priest." She pointed at Gabriel.

"That was not flirting! Daryl does that all the time, doesn't mean he's flirting, it means I have something on my face, look at me, I got something everywhere, the same as the rest of you." She pointed at her dirty and stained clothes.

The group laughed harder at her response, glancing towards the archer, who had gone considerably red, then back to her.

"When was the last time you got some action?" Tara asked.

Natalia had let herself considerer this for a moment.

"When did the world fall- Wait, none of your business! There's children." She gestured to Carl, who was grinning at the conversation, and Judith, who was asleep, as Natalia's face got redder.

"No wonder she ain't got a clue." Sasha raised a brow. "Been a hell of a long time."

"Natalia, wanna come in next?" Rick had walked out the house, Deanna was stood by the door, gesturing for her to follow in.

"She probably forgot how." Tara commented, causing the group to stifle scoffs and laughs.

"Assholes." She muttered as she walked past, and into the house.

"Do you mind if I film this?" Deanna asked, leading her to sit in a chair, in front of a couch that Deanna had taken, a tripod was set up behind her, a camera was on top.

"Whatever you need to do." Natalia told her, the nerves had creeped back.

"Take a seat." The older woman smiled kindly, gesturing to the chair as she turned on the camera.

She did as she was told.

"I'm Deanna Monroe." She introduced herself, even though Natalia already knew her name.

"Natalia Moore." Natalia said, even though Deanna already knew her name, she picked at her nails, that sat in her lap.

"How long have you been out there?" She asked.

"Uhm, a long time, we've been on the road for a while, though." She felt like she was applying for a job.

"How did you find the people you're with today, did you know them before?"

"I met them about eight months in, I was on my own since the beginning, until Rick and his group took me in, took care of me."

"You were surviving on your own for eight months? That's incredibly impressive, Ms Moore. That must've been tough."

"It was, yeah, but you either manage or you die."

"What were some of those ways you managed?"

"Uhm..."

"It's okay, you can tell me, we all have our fair share of skeletons, things we wouldn't even imagine before."

"I killed, people that wished me harm, people that weren't kindly enough to offer me food and shelter out of the kindness of their heart, anyone on sight, really, anyone that looked like a threat." Natalia looked down at her fingers, she had manged to rip a hangnail, causing it to bleed.

"So what stopped you from killing Rick and his group, when they met you?" She was intrigued.

"I was going to, thought I ought to hear them out, was the first people I had met with a kid, and other women. I could tell they were different, and they were, they became my family."

"You have a knack for that?" Deanna asked.

"Sorry?"

"A knack for telling the good from the bad, I hear that's very hard nowadays."

"I was in therapy as a kid, growing up with a dead dad, I kinda picked up and let the therapist teach me her ways, instead of talking about my emotions, then I took up learning psychology, found it interesting I guess, it helps to figure out their real intentions, their motives, being able to read them."

"Aaron tells me you have a severe allergy."

"It's not really much of problem, been on top of it my whole life." She shrugged.

"We'll take care of you here, you don't need to worry, we have medication too, and a good doctor."

"So I've heard." She smiled.

"Aaron also told me how you saved Erics life, you're quite the heroin."

"He was in trouble, I just so happened to be the first one to spot him, If I hadn't, one of the others would've."

"But you did, Natalia, you saved his life, you're already saving our people. Rick speaks highly of you, a valued member in your family, we need that here."

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Cared for Always - Lee Heeseung

TW: mentons of character death, SPOILERS for House of Dragon(show), suggestive things, cursing...think thats it...OH FLUFF! Jake and Heeseung are such cutie patooties!

Enjoy some cuteness!

“She died yesterday.”

Heeseung was snapped out of his daze, staring at the girl across the courtyard walking without even a single glance. He frowned upon what he heard, staring at his friend in confusion. What was Jake talking about?

“Who died?” 

“Rhaenys, the Queen that never was but should have been.”

“Dude, I thought it was somebody we knew!”

He smacked his friend's arm, rolling his eyes and walking alongside the path.

“Ow! For your information, I’m extremely heartbroken right now! My queen is dead! This is bad, real bad.”

“We knew she was going to die, everyone dies! You read the books!”

“Yes, but I was not prepared to watch it this early on! Ugh! Hold me, I’m sad!”

Jake flung himself on his best friend, Heeseung sighing as he patted Jake’s back. 

“There, there. Sorrows, sorrows, prayers…”

“You really know how to make a person feel so much better…”

Heeseung chuckled as the two began to walk out of the University and onto the road that led them home. Heeseung’s mind was still preoccupied, still thinking of the girl who flooded his mind, day and night.

“Oh, we need to stop by the store, the fridge is empty,” Jake said, reminding his friend and roommate. Heeseung nodded as the two walked back home together.

“Let’s just get something quick and go to the store tomorrow, I’m tired,” Heeseung said, yawning. The two of them walked a little aways, both in mindless talks before they heard yelling. They looked at each other before Jake sprinted off to the noise, turning into the alleyway and seeing a girl yelling at 3 boys. She looked disheveled and was pulling on one of the boys’ arms, him being bigger and forcing her back. Heeseung ran up and caught her before she fell, her eyes wide and brows in a frown. It was her, the girl who flooded his mind.

“Ya! You jerks!” She screamed, running up and launching herself on one of the boys’ backs.

“Oh God, what did we get ourselves into?” Jake mumbled as he ran over and tried calming the situation.

“Leave it alone! What’s your problem?” She screamed as the other two boys tried pulling her off the struggling boy she was currently on.

“What’s your damage, lady? Get off of him!” One of the boys yelled.

“What’s going on?” Jake asked, trying to help but just standing there confused. “Hey, don’t touch her!”

Suddenly, Heeseung snapped from his thoughts and ran over, pulling the girl from the boys’ back and hiding her body behind his. He kicked one of the boys in the chest, causing him to fall and grabbed another boy by the collar and threw him to the ground. 

“Nobody touches her, got it! Now get lost,” Heeseung said in a threatening tone.

“Geez, what a fucking buzzkill,” one of the boys mumbled. “Let’s go.”

The boys mumbled to themselves as they got up and began walking away. The girl pushed Heeseung aside and ran over to the wall where some boxes were. She knelt to the ground holding her hand out, and that’s when Jake and Heeseung heard it. They heard the small meows of a kitten, to which she held close to her chest now, standing up and petting it. Her eyes were on the kitten as she comforted the small thing, her mind was clearly elsewhere. Oh.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked, the girl finally looking up and smiling.

“Mhm, thanks. They were torturing the poor thing,” she pouted. Cute.

“You’re YN, right?” Jake asked, giving a glance to his friend before focusing on her again.

“Oh, yes. Wait, how did you know who I was?” she asked, stepping back a little.

“Oh, we go to the same University. I’m Jake and this is Heeseung,” Jake introduced themselves.

“Ah, oh! I know you,” she said, smiling and pointing at Heeseung.

“You know me?” Heeseung asked, with disbelief and shock in his tone.

“Yeah, everyone talks about how talented you are with the piano,” she said. 

“Oh…” Heeseung said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“That’s not the only thing he’s talented in,” Jake mumbled, Heeseung nudging his arm and giving him a glare. 

“Are you okay, YN? You shouldn’t have done something like that, who knows what those guys would have done,” Heeseung said, a warning in his voice. He didn’t even want to think what would have happened if they didn’t come.

“I’m okay, thank you both for helping me. Uhm, I’ll see you around, Heeseung and Jake,” she said, waving and picking up her bag, the kitten still in her arms as she began to walk away.

Jake sighed before shrugging and continued the walk home. Heeseung and Jake were silent as they walked behind the girl, not ever realizing they had the same walk home. Or maybe she was taking a shortcut? Heeseung’s eyes stayed on her as she talked to the kitten in her arms. She suddenly stopped in her tracks, both the boys stopping as she faced them.

“You don’t have to follow me, you know? I’ll be okay. I can handle myself,” she said.

“This is the way we live,” Jake said, causing a blush to form on her face.

“Oh…” she said, biting her lip. “Did you want to walk together then?”

“Wouldn’t hurt to,” Jake said, shrugging again as he continued walking. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?” she asked, Jake leaning over and petting the kitten in her arms.

“Why don’t you have any friends?” he asked, causing her to laugh.

“Hey, that’s mean,” she said, a smile on her face.

“Sorry, what he means to say-” Heeseung began, mentally slapping himself.

“No, I get it, it’s okay,” she cut him off, sighing. “Well, I just get busy. And I do have friends, they just don’t go there.”

“Ah, makes sense,” Jake said. “Don’t worry, Heeseung and I will be your friends now. Right, Hee?”

“Only if you want,” Heeseung said. “You can reject us, I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Dude,” Jake said, giving Heeseung a look.

“You two are kind of funny. Okay,” she said, laughing. “We can be friend’s. And this little kitty will be our mascot.”

“What should we name it?” Jake asked.

“That’s her cat she saved, she should be able to name it,” Heeseung said.

“But we saved her, so we should have a say,” Jake said.

“More like I saved her, you just stood there like an idiot!” Heeseung defended.

“I was thinking about ways to help, that counts for something!” Jake counteracted.

“Are you guys always like this?” She asked.

“Yes,” they both said, looking down at the girl between them. She laughed at them and shook her head, Heeseung couldn’t help the smile on his own face. Never once did she ever give him a glance, and suddenly she was here next to him laughing and joking around with him. How was this real?

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Since that day, the 3 of them have been inseparable. Jake and Heeseung will wait for her or pick her up on their way to the University together. They all realized they had a lot more in common than they expected, their schedules matching perfectly. YN ended up adopting the kitten and taking care of her. Yes, the kitten was a girl, and YN named her George. 

“Why George?” Jake asked.

“Because that’s what she said her name was, right George?” she asked the kitten, who meowed back at her. Jake just turned his head sideways but dropped it. 

The 3 of them have grown quite attached to the furry friend, excited everytime she greets them in YNs apartment, and enjoying her growth. YN takes care of her well and Heeseung can’t help but always buy something for her every time he’s at the store. YN says he spoils her too much, but deep down Heeseung gets things as an excuse to see YN. The more he spends with her, the more charming she really is and he yearns to have her love all to himself. 

Heeseung spends a lot of his time with her. She has made quite use of him, calling him over to help her fix things that broke and he’d be right there without any questions. A string on her cello and Heeseung was right there learning how to fix it for her and replacing every single string. She was struggling to sleep because her bedframe kept making noises, he was there buying her a new frame and setting it up for her. He was at her will, and she was holding the reins in complete control over his heart. 

Jake thinks he’s an idiot. 

Jake doesn’t understand why Heeseung drags his feelings out instead of just telling her. From the way YN acts around him, he’s sure she likes him too. Right? She looks at Heeseung with such adoration and Jake can only hope she looks at his best friend because she loves him. But YN cherishes people, and she cares truly for the people she cherishes. She doesn’t let people in often so she didn’t have to cherish them. But these two boys have managed to sneak their way into her life and heart, and there’s no going back.

“Hey, YN,” Heeseung asked. He was over at her apartment this Friday night, Jake being at work and he didn’t want to eat alone so he brought her dinner. He really just wanted to see her.

“Hm?” she asked, she was busy in the small kitchen she had.

“Are these the friends you told us about a while ago?” Heeseung asked, as he picked up a picture he saw on her bookshelf. It was a photo of her and 2 boys, taller but big smiles on their faces.

“Oh, y-yeah. My friends,” she said. Heeseung didn’t catch the sadness in her voice, but he came up and smiled at her.

“You should invite them over sometime, I’d love to meet your other friends,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at her back. She was washing something in the sink and she just nodded her head. Heeseung looked at her, studying her movements and frowning. What was wrong? Did he say something?

“Are you okay?” he asked, coming up to her and trying to get a glance at her face. He saw a tear run down her face, she quickly looked away and wiped it.

“Oh, it’s getting late…I’m tired,” she said, suddenly wiping her hands at a frantic pace. Heeseung frowned and tugged gently on her wrist to look at him. He took her face in his hand and looked at her with his gentle eyes. She closed hers and breathed out before looking back up at him.

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it,” he whispered, the need in his voice. 

“You can’t fix this,” YN said, a tear in her eye and her voice cracking. “They’ve been gone for a while now.”

He understood now. 

He understands why she doesn’t have many friends and why she never seemed to get close to anybody. She was scared they would leave her and not come back. His heart was aching for her and he wanted to show her he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. So that’s exactly what he’ll do. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped her in his embrace, hugging her as she cried. He just let her cry, he didn’t need to ask anymore. He didn’t need to hear the story, he just needed to be there for her.

“I miss them so much,” she cried, gripping his shirt hard. “I miss them…my friends…my family…”

Heeseung was doing everything in his power to not cry. He just needed to be the rock for her so she can let herself fold and he can be here to help her through her pain. He wondered if she had anybody else around, she never mentioned having anyone and she always seemed to be alone. Him and Jake must have been the only ones to come to her in a while. That thought alone made him uneasy, nobody should have to suffer like this and not have anyone. She shouldn’t have to be alone.

All Heeseung could do was hold her close.

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It’s been a few weeks since that night and Jake found out but didn’t know the details. Heeseung didn’t know the details either, but he knew he didn’t need to know. It was up to her whether or not she would be comfortable enough telling them or not. All he could focus on was being here and being that heart for her. YN noticed Heeseung’s behavior change in the slightest. His touches are longer, he always stares directly into her eyes as she talks and she gets pulled in. He clings to her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear on him, when in reality she’s the one who’s afraid he’ll disappear. She didn’t know how to stop it, her heart was falling more and more and she couldn’t do anything about it. She needed to make a decision, and fast.

The 3 of them were spread out in YN’s living room, Jake’s head deep in his physics book on the floor as YN and Heeseung sat across from each other at the table. Jake groaned out in frustration, rubbing his face and closing his book and sighing. YN turned to look at him, a smile on her face as he saw him lay his body on the floor. George came over and stretched out next to him, rubbing her head on his face as he began to pet her.

“I can't study anymore, I’m done. Done for the night, nope,” Jake said. “Let’s go do something.”

“Like what?” Heeseung asked.

“I don’t know, let’s go drinking! I’m bored. KBBQ?” Jake sat up and YN’s face lit up.

“That sounds like fun, let’s go! I know a great spot,” YN said, closing her book as well.

So that was how the 3 of them found themselves at a small KBBQ place not far from their apartments. Jake was already pretty tipsy, as was YN, and Heeseung decided to not drink as much to make sure no one does anything foolish. The place was not packed with people and YN and Jake were being the loudest, playing games together and having fun. Heeseung watched with a smile on his face at how happy she looked, and he wanted her to stay like this forever. He will if she lets him. Suddenly, a lady walked up to them, a smile along her face as she greeted them.

“YN, it’s been so long, how have you been?” The lady said, giving YN a hug.

“Oh, Mrs. Yang…” YN said, calming herself down and looking down. 

“Why haven’t you visited? We’ve missed you,” the lady scolded, nudging the girl.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been very busy,” YN said, biting her lip.

“I understand, University must be tough. Are one of these your boyfriends? Hello!” The lady shook the boys’ hands.

“Oh, oh my God,” YN giggled. “This is Jake and Heeseung.”

“I hope you two are taking good care of our YNnie here,” she said. 

“Oh, Heeseung treats her well,” Jake said, smirking.

“Your boyfriend?” The lady gasped. “Ahh, he’s so handsome! Of course such a pretty girl has to be with such a handsome man.”

“He’s-” YN began to say but Heeseung just nodded.

“Of course she does, and I do my best,” Heeseung said, wrapping an arm around her.

YN looked up at him, her eyes wide but full of love. Something she didn’t even realize.

“YN is a good person, she loves hard so please take care of her heart. I have to get back, but YN please don’t be a stranger…Jungwon wouldn’t want that,” the lady reached out and held YNs face, smiling down at her before waving and walking off.

“Was Jungwon your friend?” Jake asked, taking another sip of his beer.

YN got quiet for a second and Heeseung kicked Jake’s shin from under the table, causing the boy to groan and glare at his friend.

“Jungwon and Niki were my best friends, us 3 were really inseparable. She’s Jungwon’s mother, she owns this place,” YN said, staring at the table.

“It’s okay,” Heeseung said, reaching out and taking her hand.

“We were in an accident one day, the weather was bad and we were being stupid. Jungwon and Niki didn’t make it and it was just…me,” YN said. 

The air got thick and everyone went quiet. Jake looked at YN and then to Heeseung, his eyes sad for his friend. So that was why she pushed everyone away.

“We’re here, YNnie, you’re not alone anymore,” Jake said, reaching out and patting her head.

“I know, and that’s what’s scary,” YN said. “Sorry, I ruined the mood.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Heeseung said. He wrapped his arm around her tighter, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. He hoped she could feel his sincerity and find comfort in it.

“Thanks guys, you guys have been wonderful friends,” YN said, smiling shyly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be your Starlight’s,” Jake said, huffing out as a matter-of-fact causing the girl to giggle.

“You already are.”

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Since that night, YN has been extremely clingy to both boys. She began to let them in more little by little, but was scared they’d disappear. She wanted to hold onto them for as long as she could. They knew this and understood it was her coping through her trauma. Most days, Heeseung didn’t even leave her apartment, and she especially grew used to his presence. 

“Hey, Seung?” YN spoke out, her eyes were glued to his face, as he read next to her on his bed.

“Hm?” he turned and looked at her, looking into her eyes and seeing the cheeks flush pink.

“N-nevermind,” she said, sighing to herself and hiding her face into her pillow.

He closed his book and turned, facing his head towards her.

“Have I said how pretty you looked today?” He asked.

“Yes,” she giggled. “You always say I’m pretty.”

“I mean it. Did you know I used to always admire you at school?” He admitted, her eyes going up and looking at him.

“No…you did? Why?” she asked.

“Because I liked you…I like you, you know?” he smiled. 

“Y-you’re not just saying that?” she asked in a whisper.

“YN, I’ve been beside you for months now…letting you open up slowly and growing with me. Jake and I love our friendship, but I don’t want to be friends anymore,” he said.

“What? You’re…but you promised,” She sat up, tears welling in her eyes.

“No, sweetheart, look at me,” he sat up, tilting her chin to face him. “I want to be more than friends.”

“More than friends? Like, boyfriend and girlfriend?” she asked.

“If you’ll have me, yes. Besides, I pretty much am your boyfriend already, just without the really nice perks,” he smirked.

“You’re the one telling people we’re together at school, huh?” she gasped.

He began to laugh, as she nudged him.

“I had to let everyone know who’s mine,” he said.

“You could have just asked like a normal person,” she mumbled.

“Okay,” he said, turning his body towards her and taking her hands. “YN, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I guess so,” she said.

“You guess? Why did that hurt me?” he frowned to himself, making her giggle and nudge his arm slightly.

He looked up and smiled at her, cupping her face in his hands and looking into her eyes. She stopped, feeling his breath on her face before he leaned in and crashing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, slow but full of emotions. One’s Heeseung had been holding in. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his body closer to hers. They were getting lost in each other's touches and lips, wanting more and more. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Jake, who gasped and quickly turned around.

“Oh my God!” He yelled, covering his eyes.

They pulled away, YN squealing and hiding herself back behind her pillow.

“Can’t you knock?” Heeseung asked, irritated.

“Can you not do this when I’m here?” Jake countered.

“Relax, we were just kissing,” Heeseung said.

“Well, it’s about time, damn,” Jake said.

“About time?” YN asked, sitting up.

“Heeseung’s been in love with you for like a year,” Jake said.

“So that’s what you meant?” YN asked.

“Dude,” Heeseung warned. “But yeah, your secret admirer. Surprise?”

“Wow, now I feel mean. I had no idea,” she said, pouting.

“No, timing is everything, love. This now, is what’s meant to be,” Heeseung said, taking her hand and squeezing it.

She looked up and smiled at him, forgetting the other boy in the room.

“Right…anyways,” Jake cleared his throat. “Look!”

Jake held up George, who had a cute melon hat around her head, and the face of annoyance. She meowed as Jake held her up, proudly showing her.

“I don’t think she likes that,” Heeseung said.

“She’s cute though, right?” Jake asked, letting her go to the bed. 

She began to roll around, trying to get the hat off her head.

“Jake,” YN giggled. “What did you do, come here Goerge.”

YN reached out, taking the hat from her head and letting her free.

“Aww, she was cute!” Jake pouted. 

“Next time, ask her if that's okay,” YN said. “I’m sure she’d decline.”

“YN, you might be able to speak to cats but I can’t, so you do it next time,” Jake said.

“Did you enjoy Jake’s antics, George?” YN asked the cat, who laid between her and Heeseung. “Nope, she said ‘ew’, the cat has spoken.”

“Please,” Jake scoffed. “Last time I bought you a cute hat.”

Jake rolled his eyes and began walking out of the room.

“Goodnight, guys, sweet dreams,” he said. “Oh, and if you’re to continue, please keep it down. George, come on George, let’s give the adults some privacy.”

He called the cat over who looked up and meowed, getting up and running after Jake who closed the door behind him. YN and Heeseung let out laughs, leaning back into the bed.

“He’s really funny,” YN said.

“Yeah, Jake is a character at times,” Heeseung said. 

“I’m glad I ran into you both that day, you brought me so much joy…and George of course,” YN said.

“And I promise we’ll continue bringing you happiness and joy,” He said. “...and love.”

“I’d like that,” she said. “Heeseung?”

“Yes, love?” He looked at her.

“They would have liked you, they would have really liked you.”

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 44

Izuku and I were walking together back to the dorms, we had said goodbye to Togata senpai earlier and now we were really quiet.

By just glancing at him, I knew what he was thinking about because I was thinking about it too.

Eri-chan.

It made me feel angry at myself for not being able to help her. But there wasn't anything we could do at that moment. The only thing I could do... was keep my promise and rescue her, all of us.

We walked inside the dorm and we were greeted by some of our classmates. I tried to smile at them, but I was so tired. More mentally than physically.

"Hard day?" I looked at Eijiro and chuckled humorlessly.

"You could say," I swallowed and turned to the stairs. "I'll go take a shower."

I walked slowly and past the elevator. I was going to climb up the stairs. I need to think for a bit.

//////

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ring inside the bathroom. I sighed and closed the shower, grabbing my towel and getting out, covering my lower half. Walking to my phone, I saw Katsuki's message.

BabySuki;

Come over to my room.

I wanna see you.

His texts made me smile a bit and made my heart race, but the uneasiness was still lingering in the back of my mind, so I couldn't really be happy about it. But I replied anyway.

;I'll be there in a bit.

I dried myself a bit and walked out of the bathroom, looking for some comfortable clothes to wear. I wasn't in the state of mind to pay attention to what I was getting, but I got dressed in a few seconds.

I knocked on Katsuki's door maybe two or three times, and then the ash blonde that I love opened the door, dragging me in before I could say anything. "Wh-?" And I felt a pair of soft lips against mine.

The kiss made me melt instantly, making me wrap my arms around his waist and get closer to him. Katsuki giggled on my lips, and that made me smile, but our kiss broke after a few seconds went by.

Our foreheads were touching and I had my eyes still closed. I bit my lip slightly. "I love you, Katsuki."

I heard him groan and his fingers playing with my hair, causing a smile to be plastered on my face, "Don't say that, (M/n)... I already know you love me."

"Well, I was making sure you still knew, just in case you doubt me, love." I felt his arms lowering and his palms held my forearms, squeezing them a bit.

"I'll never doubt it," Katsuki backed away from me, and I had to open my eyes.

Only now I noticed...

"What happened to you?"

...how messed up he looked. He looked worse than yesterday.

He chuckled nervously while scratching the back of his neck. "The extra classes are kind of tough, y'know..." he looked away and I noticed more bruises down his neck.

I held his hand and dragged him out of his room.

"Eh...? (M/n)?" My feet took us to my bedroom and I made him sit down on my bed.

Katsuki's eyes stared at me curiously.

"What...?" Before he could finish talking I walked into my bathroom and looked around for the first-aid kit.

When I stepped out, Katsuki was staring at the ceiling, a cute confused expression on his face.

"(M/n)," I grabbed my desk chair and placed it in front of him, sitting beside Katsuki and placing the kit on top of the chair.

"I'm going to be your nurse for a bit, Katsuki," I glanced at him and he a had faint blush on his face.

"Uh... you don't... have to, I can do it... myself." His shy voice made me turn to look at him.

And I couldn't resist.

I held his face with my hands and turned him, facing me. My lips touched his and my body leaned forward, making Katsuki lay down on my bed, our chests were pressed up against each other and I could hear his surprise noises whenever my lips moved on his.

Katsuki pressed his palms on my shoulders, weakly pushing me back. I did, but when our kiss broke I lowered down to kiss the bruises on his cheeks and down his neck.

"Gah... (M/n), wh-what are you-?" I stopped and placed my forehead on his shoulder, kissing it softly.

"You're irresistible, Katsuki, sorry."

He blushed and glanced away, I helped him sit up and, in complete silence, I became his temporary nurse.

//////

And the next day, when we walked into the classroom, the girls commented about Katsuki's appearance, and Shouto's attractive face being injured. That made me chuckle.

Katsuki glanced at me, growling and with his usual scowl on his face.

Weird... it's been a while since I've seen his signature scowl. I kinda missed it now that I realized it.

I wanted to do something, so I looked around. Okay, nobody's looking. "Hey, Katsuki." He turned to me abruptly.

"Wha-?!" My mouth on his didn't allow him to complain as I stole his breath with a kiss. I backed away two seconds later and I saw Katsuki's red face. You could probably fry an egg on him, and that thought made me laugh.

I ruffled his hair and walked to my desk, before I sat down I saw Izuku on his and I smiled at him.

"Good morning, Izuku." He just stared ahead, his eyes lost. He seemed to be thinking about something. And I knew what... "You're thinking of Eri, right?" And that made him turn to me.

"It's inevitable, (M/n)-kun. You saw her too... she was so scared..." I sighed and sat on his desk, looking down at him.

"I know, but... I made a promise to her, and we have to focus on class for now, the... the time to rescue her would come around soon, Izuku. Don't worry too much, okay?" He nodded once, but I saw his expression. He wasn't agreeing with me, and I didn't blame him anyway.

I was struggling to believe my own words right now too.

Iida yelled something about Tsuyu and Uraraka's absence, and then Jiro mentioned Eijiro missing too.

Just now I realized he wasn't here.

I did remember him texting me something about having a place where he could do his internship, but when Kaminari said that, Katsuki screamed behind me making me flinch.

And that like, Cementoss walked in to teach us the first class, so I made my way to my desk.

The day went past like a blur, sometimes I would space out for a moment and I wouldn't snap back if it wasn't for a teacher or Katsuki calling me. Izuku was even worse than me, and that was pretty much the course of our day.