#i can turn around n say 'this location in the game is based off the same real world location that i used for my piece'

[cheswirls]

wavering on.... hmmmmmmmm do i insert my legends arceus screencaps into this project portfolio as references or keep them separate or put them in then submit a file for grading w/o them included

[magicalbats]

Kinktober 2024 Day 17: Blade x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 4368

Warnings: Afab!reader, size difference, age difference, camgirl, voyeur, caught watching, sex toy (dildo), masturbation, spanking as punishment, a little hint of (forced) age play, infantilization, passing mention of pacifiers, cock warming (in mouth), Blade being a strict yet also perverted grandpa

A/N: Very excited about this one, personally 🤭 This is a little gift I wanted to do for a friend, you know who you are ❤️ and I hope you enjoy the fic!

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It is in a rare moment of clarity that the man currently known as Blade finds himself wandering down the winding corridor of the ship. Elio’s ship. No, that wasn’t quite right. This is the Stellaron Hunters ship. 

Even if it technically belonged to their largely elusive leader, this was still a neutral safehaven for everyone in their merry little band of wanted criminals and the vast majority of it was considered communal property. He had every right to be here just as any of them did even if the only things he owned in it were the clothes on his back and his sword. 

Except — glancing up from his thoughts, Blade abruptly realizes he’s made his way into the hallway where the girls’ rooms were located. In all actuality he shouldn’t have been here. Not because of any rules or regulations, or even because any one of them had told him not to, but due to his personal boundaries and respect for their space. His own hardly used room was on the opposite side of the ship for a reason, and something he’d insisted on so as not to intrude on the daily routines or general comfortability of the fairer sex. 

Silver Wolf thought him old fashioned for it and called him names he didn’t fully understand the meaning of. 

Kafka had found it rather amusing, laughing that slow, drawling chuckle she does when something has managed to tickle her funny bone in earnest. 

Firefly even told him once that it was sweet of him to show them such consideration, though he knew not how that made any sense. It was only customary for men to give women their privacy, wasn’t it? 

And you … 

Slowing to a halt in the middle of the hallway, just a few paces down from your door, Blade abruptly realizes that that was what he was doing on this side of the hull. 

He’d felt compelled to see you and at this time of night it seemed likely he’d have better luck looking for you here than anywhere else. Clearly he hadn’t thought that through all the way though, otherwise he wouldn’t have suddenly found himself standing between Silver Wolf’s room and Kafka’s like some sort of creeping midnight wraith. If one of them caught him skulking around like this would they be upset with him? Would they look at him with suspicion and question his motives for being out in what was by all accounts their hallway at this late hour? 

Feeling a self conscious prickle start up at the base of his spine, Blade begins to turn so he can creep back the way he’d come from but a frustrated groan behind Silver Wolf’s door stops him in his tracks. He hesitates a moment before shuffling closer to just bring his ear up to listen. It’s badly muffled through the barrier and he can’t quite make out what it is she’s saying, but he could surmise that she must have been laying into someone rather colorfully through her headset. Gaming, no doubt. 

Straightening back up, the man currently known as Blade carefully considers the situation laid out before him. Young Silver Wolf was clearly much too preoccupied to notice his presence and Kafka was in all likelihood probably asleep by now, wearing her favorite eye mask to ensure she got a good night's rest. And if he recalled correctly, Firefly was off at the moment doing something at Elio’s request which only left … 

Silently turning on his heel again, he continues his onward trek past the line up of doors until he reaches yours down by the end of the corridor. His hand comes up to deliver a curt knock but this, too, gives him pause. If you were trying to sleep he didn’t want to disturb your rest or potentially frighten you, having someone unexpectedly rapping their knuckles at your door like that. So he murmurs your name instead, speaking only as loud as he thinks he needs to for you to hear him. 

For a long stretch of seconds he gets no response whatsoever and he soon decides that you must be tucked into bed already. Breathing out a terse sigh through his nose, he once again starts to turn and retrace his steps only for an odd little noise filtering through the door to give him pause. A quiet mewl that rises in pitch at the tail end before fading out with a threadbare rattle, by the sounds of it. How odd. Were you in pain? 

He stands there for another moment longer, just listening, until he at last catches that same breathy exhale again. Although he isn’t quite sure what to make of it, his thoughts meandering through a variety of possibilities that seem increasingly unlikely to him, he still ultimately decides that this warranted further investigation. After all, if you were in some sort of distress it would be wrong for him to ignore it. 

It’s not exactly curiosity that urges him closer to your door nor is it for entirely selfless reasons of magnanimity either. The insistent tug he feels in his chest to see you in one of his fleeting moments of cognizance is much more pressing than anything else, the rest just a convenient excuse as he turns his ear to listen. He says your name again, no louder than before, and still you do not respond. 

Carefully, Blade reaches for your doorknob and just tests its give. It almost registers as surprising when he finds it unlocked but he doesn’t stop long enough to question it. Barely turning it enough to ease the inner latch open, he pushes in only so far as to create a hair's breadth sliver of a crack which is where he bends his head to once again listen. 

A soft but insistent rustling noise. Another throaty sound. The soft click of something wet and warm, and welcoming that sends a dull spark of recognition racing through his mind. 

He doesn’t outright understand what it is he’s hearing but it’s as if some long dormant, primal part of his brain that is more beast than man recognizes it for what it is. His pulse quickens ever so slightly underneath his collar and he slowly works the door further open until he can peek around the edge of it. 

At first all he can make out is your empty bed and the resounding darkness that shrouds this side of the room. The other half is faintly lit by a dull glow that flickers just ever so slightly around the edges. He almost doesn’t do it, fully aware that it was not only rude but also highly inappropriate for a man to intrude on a woman’s private space in such a way, and yet he can’t quite seem to fight the compulsion to inch his way in to stand just inside your room, peering over at the corner and the source of that incandescent light. 

To his mild pang of surprise, you’ve got a small desk set up along the far wall with a custom built laptop open that looks to be of Silver Wolf’s creation, if he had to guess. The screen emits enough light for him to make out the immaterial shapes of all the bits and baubles you’ve collected over the years lined up in apparent disarray around the computer. Odd little cartoon cat figures which he knew Firefly to be equally enamored with, an old Clockie stuffed toy, various good luck charms and bracelets, a girlish jewelry stand, a stack of magazines and a small collection of perfume bottles lined up in some semblance of order. 

It does not leave him with an impression of someone who is on the IPC’s most wanted list, but rather it reminds him that despite everything else you were still just a girl. 

His girl. 

No. A girl who reminded him a bit too much of another girl he’d known several lifetimes ago for him to pretend like he didn’t see the similarities. 

And in front of all that clutter and the evidence of the person you are when you weren’t chasing down Stellaron’s with them, you’re sitting in a cushiony, pink fur lined chair with both feet propped up on the table, bracketing the softly humming laptop. For an extended moment Blade has no reasonable idea what you’re doing, registering only that your socks were mismatched, the rest of your legs bare and that your arm was restlessly moving in the space between your thighs. 

But then his gaze focuses in on the glowing screen and all at once he understands what’s happening. 

You’ve got the computer's webcam aimed at you in such a way that it records a close up shot of your lower half while the rest of you was largely obscured by the creeping darkness around you, effectively veiling your face from any clear identification. The feedback shows your pussy spread open around a thick, phallus shaped toy that heavily slides in and out of you in time with the flex of your hand. Those noises he’d heard suddenly make complete and total sense, as do the breathy little sounds you’re quietly making, and he feels suddenly warm with that knowledge. 

He knows he really shouldn’t be violating your privacy like this, like some kind of shameless voyeur, but … his attention shifts to the sidebar of the screen where a fast moving series of messages seemed to be coming in, one right after another. Were you streaming this for the entire cosmos to see? 

Something about that manages to truly shock him, and his chest expands with the sharp little breath he sucks in. It’s a small miracle that you don’t hear it and catch him red handed, but you’re evidently much too focused on working that toy inside you to be aware of much of anything else at the moment. And for a harrowingly long stretch of moments, the man currently known as Blade just stands there and watches you in transfixed disbelief. 

It’s hard to say if it’s just his age showing, great as it was especially when compared to yours, or if it’s the instinctive draw he felt towards you, that deeply rooted urge to protect even when you didn’t conceivably need to be protected, but he feels somehow angry about this. Not because of any potential security threats posed by your actions when he knew Silver Wolf would have taken care to ensure the computer and its signals couldn’t be easily traced. Nor is it even because of the fact you seem to be taking a great deal of pleasure in exposing yourself like this and getting off to a rapt audience of strangers, although that does bother him too a little bit. 

More than anything he finds that it’s the very notion, simple as it was, that other men were looking at you in such a vulnerable and exposed state of undress. That they were watching you, talking to you, making dirty comments at you and fisting their damned cocks while thinking about you. It was illogical that this should cause such a violent sense of unrest in his body when you weren’t actually his no matter how much he looked at you as if you were, but he can’t seem to wrangle it back under control now that it was swelling within him. 

He wasn’t exactly mad, at least not at you. Ticked off was probably the more accurate description and he doesn’t even attempt to hide it as he side steps further into the room so he can swing the door shut with an attention grabbing bang. 

You jolt so hard your chair seems in danger of tipping over when you bolt upright to twist around, looking over your shoulder at him with wide, startled eyes. For a moment you don’t seem to know how to react or even fully process the fact he’s standing there, but then your expression ever so slowly morphs into one of great confusion. 

“Blade? What are you doing in here?” 

“I came to see you but you didn’t answer when I called. I thought you were sleeping, not … this.” 

Here you start to look a little peeved. “So you just let yourself in? How long have you been standing there? I didn’t think I needed to lock my door at this time of - -“ 

“Turn it off.” 

“What?”

“I said,” He intones, stepping across the room in only a few short strides to loom over you. Leaning down to brace one bandaged hand across the back of your chair, he reaches out with the other to grab the top of the laptop and forcefully slam it shut hard enough to make you jump. “Turn it off.” 

Just sitting there in frozen stillness with your bare thighs weakly pressed together, you warily peer up at him from your lower vantage point before at last rousing yourself. “The webcam is still going. You need to turn off the actual stream first.” 

“I don’t care. I’ll smash the whole thing if that’s what it takes.”

A puzzled look crosses your face. “Why are you so upset about this? I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“Oh, you’re doing plenty wrong, little Rabbit.” He says, intentionally keeping his tone low and even, watching your expression darken slightly at the use of your old code name. 

Blade knew you didn’t like it when he or any of the others called you that, but there were a great number of other things you didn’t like either. He was aware you didn’t like green vegetables very much, for example, even though he’d attempted to chide you into eating them on occasion. But you didn’t listen to him, just as you weren’t listening to him now. You also didn’t like when he would try to baby you as he so often felt compelled to do. It was frustrating and more than a little confusing when he himself was so often out of sorts due to his condition, and yet … 

It suddenly occurs to him as he’s looking down into your upturned face that this was the reason for his current upset. He wanted to dote on you and coddle you, protect that girlish side of you that he perceived as innocent, but good girls who got babied didn’t show their pussy to every corner of the universe. A lesson had to be taught here if he wanted to get through to you. This couldn’t be like the broccoli and the green peppers where he just let it slide, because this wasn’t half as harmless in his eyes. 

Slowly straightening at the idea that comes into his head, Blade cooly peers down at you from his elevated height. “You said it’s still recording?” 

A stilted, grumpy little nod. Such a brat. “Streaming, but yeah. It’s still going.” 

“Good. If you want to show off so much then let’s let the world see what happens to bad girls who don’t keep their legs closed.” 

Your head snaps up at that, genuine shock registering in your expression. But before you can recover enough to react he brings the hand on the back of your chair down to grab a biting fistful of your hair, giving it a subdued tug to keep you in place when you try to jerk away from him. He isn’t violent with you nor is he really even all that rough about it, just firm and unrelenting while he holds you there. 

Listening to you seethe and hiss like an incensed cat, he bends at the waist again to reach between your legs. You let out a startled squawk, socked feet sliding uselessly against the smooth top of the desk as you try to keep them closed to shut him out but it’s an effort in futility. He easily bullies his hand into the tight, warm space despite all of your desperate wriggling so he can grapple the toy from your hand and ease it out of your cunt. 

You issue a low, faltering sound as it slips away to a sticky wet little click, shuddering rather stiffly as you watch him set it aside on the cluttered table. Even with the only light source now coming from around the edges of the closed laptop he can still clearly make out the fine sheen of arousal coating the silicone when it glistens faintly in the dull glow. It’s enough to make him click his tongue in disappointment before redirecting his fingers to nudge at your feet where they’re still awkwardly braced on top of the desk. 

One yellow sock and one purple? Was he going to have to start dressing you too? 

“Down. Feet don’t belong on the furniture, Rabbit.” 

Shooting him a quick, heated glare, you grudgingly comply, curling your legs inward so that you can work them underneath the table in the awkward position you’re sitting in. You probably would have had an easier time of it if he’d let go of your hair, but he didn’t want you thinking about running off to escape your punishment. Besides, this wouldn’t even be happening right now if you hadn’t had your cunt shoved up in front of the camera to begin with. 

Stopping just long enough to flip the top of the computer back up and allow a bit more light so he can better see what he’s doing, Blade sternly nudges your head around to indicate what he wanted you to do. “Turn around. Kneel on the chair for me.” 

You grumble under your breath the whole time yet comply with this as well, slowly twisting around to get your legs under you before going up to clutch the backrest, facing out now. He follows you around throughout the process, using his hold to guide you into place, until he ends up standing directly in front of you. A quick look at the screen behind you confirms his suspicions. This was a perfect angle of your ass. 

“Dammit, Blade,” You seethe, clutching the chair so tightly it creaks under the pressure when he reaches down with his free hand to tug his belt loose. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Isn’t this what you wanted? The way you were fucking yourself with that toy, I thought for sure you wanted a cock to play with.” 

A sharp, rattling gasp catches in your chest, peering up at him with a deeply flustered look. “Wh - I didn’t even think you knew those kinds of words … you’re so old fashioned about everything it almost feels wrong somehow.” 

He quirks a single brow at that, setting in to work at the front placket of his pants now. “I may be old, especially compared to you, but I am still a man. You would do well not to underestimate us of the opposite sex.” 

“I can see that.” 

Allowing you that final bitter grumble, Blade stiffly shoves his open pants down far enough for him to fish his cock out. He’s only half hard but rapidly filling out, and he takes himself in hand to pointedly nudge it at you, dragging the fleshy tip across your lips when you try to turn your face away. You were certainly stubborn but unfortunately for you he had nothing but patience and time to waste. 

“Open your mouth, little Rabbit. Let’s put it to better use than sassing your elders, hm?” 

Groaning a quiet sound when he tugs on your hair again, you glare daggers up at him from under the fall of your lashes. He gives you no chance to truly fight it though when his hold on you was as good as iron and his other hand was crowding insistently close to your face with his expectant cock. A cursory struggle is all you ultimately manage before he works your mouth open enough to slip it in, and you noise a muffled sound of protest at the abrupt sensation of spongy flesh on your tongue. 

“Do not bite.” He warns, allowing just enough of an edge to creep into his voice to indicate he was serious about that. “What’s wrong? You look upset. Isn't it customary to give little ones something to suck on in order to soothe them? Think of this then like a pacifier substitute. Something tells me you’ll appreciate it here in a moment.”

You noise a confused sound at that, keeping your eyes rolled up to suspiciously watch him. He says nothing further though, holding your head firmly in place with his hand while he leans forward to reach over you. 

Placing his opposite palm along your lower back, right under the raised hem of the fluffy hooded top you’ve got on, he drags it lower to feel along the feminine curve of your waist and then your hips. He realizes in a vague, distant sort of way that he’s seen you wearing this before. It was a two piece set, if he wasn’t mistaken, and the matching shorts were probably somewhere on the floor underneath the desk where you’d slipped them off before the fun started. It was astounding to him how shameless you were behind closed doors. 

But he plans to correct that, and as he heavily smooths his gloved fingers across the swell of your ass cheeks he takes a great deal of satisfaction in the way you shudder for him. It was likely that you were starting to guess at what he planned to do, and you whimper a sweet little sound that’s thoroughly muffled by his cock in your mouth. You don’t try to spit him out or test your luck with your teeth though, and that pleases him as well. 

It’s clear enough to him that you can be good, if you want to be, and he’s perfectly willing to give you that incentive, lifting his hand and then bringing it back down with a sharp clap across the fattest part of one cheek. You jolt so hard you almost seem to choke on the saliva gathering along your tongue as much as you do at the girth of him stretching your lips open. Still, you don’t fight him, so he quickly does the same to the opposite cheek. 

“Do you think this is what they wanted to see?” He murmurs, giving your fleshy backside a tight, pinching squeeze to make you squirm. “A bad girl getting spanked with another man’s cock in her mouth? I’m sure they're all quite disappointed in tonight’s show.” 

The only response you give is a plaintive little whine into his coarse thatch of pubic hair, struggling to ease your head back when his length slowly grows and fills out more. He keeps you held right where you are though, feeling himself start to tickle at the back of your throat now, and he groans a quiet sound as he brings his hand down on the first cheek again. 

“They’ll be even more disappointed when they find out this is the last time they’ll ever see you. Bent over, getting your behind smacked like a child. There will be no more of this nonsense, do you understand me?” 

You attempt to speak around him only to come up short, stiffly nodding your head instead. And he gives you no time to adjust or ease into the sting that’s no doubt settling over your ass the more he spanks you, peppering his hand back and forth between both cheeks to show them an equal amount of attention. Even in the faint glow of the laptop screen he can see your skin gradually darkening where he strikes you, the extra bite of his glove no doubt adding to the burn. And below that, in the feedback of the webcam, he can look at your poor, neglected little pussy where it’s peeking out from between your thighs. You really were a cute thing, and to this end he understood to an extent why you might enjoy showing off for strangers and being on the receiving end of their amorous gazes. 

But it wasn’t proper nor was it appropriate for a young lady such as yourself, and he just keeps spanking you until he can feel you shuddering with the sobbing, tiny cries that make your shoulders defensively bunch up. Only then does he pause to give you a short break while he lifts his hand to his mouth so he can bite the finger of the glove between his teeth and slide it off. 

When he reaches for you next, he’s struck by the stark contrast between his skin and yours. Where his fingers were battle hardened and littered with numerous scars, you were conversely smooth and nearly entirely blemish free. The size of his hand against your back also registers as pleasing, easily spanning almost the entire width of your waist despite the femininely wide set of your hips. He seems to dwarf you in every way, and he takes a moment to savoringly slide his calloused palm over your abused cheeks to really rub the hurt in and listen to you seethe. 

“Are you sorry, little Rabbit?” 

Sucking in a thick, wetly faltering breath, you give your head a plaintive nod as you noise an incomprehensible sound around his now stiffly rigid cock. 

He delivers another sharp swat to your ass, watching the meat of you jiggle from the force. His bare hand must hurt worse without the glove in the way, because you positively writhe against him, squealing helplessly while he grabs a tight handful of your throbbing skin to give it a squeeze. 

“Are you going to do it again?” 

You shake your head this time, restlessly shifting on your knees where you’re knelt for him. It’s almost enough to sway him, to make him feel enough pity for you to stay his hand, but he persists, knowing you wouldn’t learn your lesson if he wasn’t strict with you. Lifting his hand, he brings it back down on the other cheek to make you woundedly lurch against him with a smothered wail. 

“Good. I don’t want to have this talk with you again.”

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Crossposted: here

[nightmare-foundation]

Honestly it lowkey annoys me whenever people say that Michael has 'very little personality' outside of hunting down his father.

N like- on the surface, that seems true, but like. If you look deeper, that's... not really true?? Because there's a LOT that actually speaks to his character, but you have to be willing to catch onto the connections his character has

Like, for example, Michael has a very straightforward way of speaking. He's dry and sarcastic ("They thought I was you... [laugh]"), has a foreshortened sense of the future (the drawing of a gravestone in the security logbook), not to mention the dialogue of foxybro in fnaf 4. He doesn't beat around the bush, but he's bitter and dry and sarcastic. Even as an old man, his anger and cynicism towards Freddy's shows in his drawings, but he has a sense of humor (the exotic butters and casual bongos referenced in the logbook, not to mention the silly drawings), plus he's sentimental (as said before, exotic butters and casual bongos). Not to mention he's stubborn as shit, given he keeps coming back to Freddy's, even after 30 whole years.

A lot of people also really like to write Michael off as being stupid, for... some reason. The games really say otherwise; the fact that he tampers with the animatronics regularly, figured out what his father did and what happened to Elizabeth in less than a week, freed the dead kids, helped make FFPS and ran a business, likely Also made the fnaf 3 location too, knew what was gonna happen to him in SL (pretty clear given the fact you can ignore Baby's directions on the last night), can manage several animatronics at once throughout an entire night...

Michael is very clearly Really Fucking Smart. Smart enough that I'm willing to bet that was one of the reasons why William sent him to the SL bunker. Michael is FAR from an idiot, and the FNAF movie even proves this further! He's SCARILY smart!

There's a lot more too; him using a red foxy mask speaks a lot to his character too. Red is often used to denote everything from passion to anger (yknow, 'seeing red' being a term for when you're blind with rage), and he wears it the entire time he bullies CC. It's not just a literal mask, it's figurative too; Michael puts up a mask of anger, he pretends to be this scary bully. The cruelty isn't real, Michael is just the scapegoat and he's acting out (very very common).

Also, Michael is 100% who you play as in fnaf 4 based on the movement, and who rubs away in Midnight Motorist. CC is the type of kid to freeze up, curl up into a ball and cry when he's scared, as seen several times in fnaf 4. It wouldn't make sense for him to suddenly turn around and start running around, or fighting back. It's very Michael to run around, constantly looking around, or to break out and run away.

Another note on Michael's character is that he's associated with Foxy. The Funtimes are clearly modeled after the Aftons (Ballora and Baby are, why wouldn't the rest match CC (Freddy) and Michael (Foxy)?), and using that we can gleam some parts of Michael from FT Foxy (since William clearly was trying to mock and make fun of him with the angsty teen voice). FT Foxy is a performer; he's dramatic, he's vicious, attacking even when he 'shouldn't', and wants his stage solely to himself.

This fits Michael; Michael put on an act of viciousness and cruelty, always attacking when you least expected it. So it makes sense that Michael, too, is a performer, and FFPS hammers this in using the business bear. Again, the mask represents Michael acting, pretending, and it wouldn't be the first time an Afton would pretend (William, Elizabeth, and to an extent, CC). The rest of the Aftons are also theatrical and dramatic, so again, this tracks. He's also represented as one of those hand puppets in the ffps alleyway poster, something used to ACT.

And again, with Foxy, we can gleam that Michael likely is also a sort of 'leader' figure, since Foxy has been depicted as not just a pirate captain, but also as a Ringleader. This also tracks, not just bc the Aftons have a circus theme, but Michael is the eldest of his siblings, and thus the de facto 'leader'. He's the first to act, to put things into motion when everything 'ends'. Foxy is also, well, a fox, which are depicted as cunning and intelligent, which only lends credence to Michael being intelligent.

It's also implied that Michael... doesn't really care about people who Aren't his family?? Whether that's by blood or not, he doesn't care abt others who isn't his family. This is implied by the fact that he only cared about freeing Elizabeth, showing absolutely No care about the Funtimes despite them clearly being sentient. Not to mention the lawsuits he regularly gets in FFPS, or the state Fazbears Frights is in in fnaf 3. And, judging by Henry's final speech, he and Michael just. Don't seem to talk At All. At the very least they definitely don't communicate since Henry assumed Michael wanted to die (which is left Very Ambiguous).

Honestly this doesn't even BEGIN to get into everything that the Glitchtrap Michael theory says about his character that also hammer in all of these traits Even Further.

And like. Michael is SOOO much like William when you put all of this into perspective. Like, they are SIMILAR similar, but differ in ways that are important. Michael is a performer, an actor, he doesn't care about anyone outside of his family, he's stubborn as fuck, he's smart as hell, he's sarcastic and dry, etc.

He has SO. MUCH. CHARACTER. You just have to dig a little- this is ALL gleamed from the games and Security Logbook. There's more if you believe he's Glitchtrap- which he very likely is.

Just... it's nuts. He's such an intriguing character, he's not perfect and he's morally gray, yet people love to dumb him down to "hehe sad uwu arsonist zombie boy who's also Stupid"

Please just let Michael be a problematic old man (he was born in the 60s ffs, he's almost in his 60s by the time ffps rolls around).

[buttercupjosh]

Jump Then Fall (The 4 times everyone else thinks you’re Quinn’s romantic partner and the 1 time you actually are)

(Gif credit to @gabelandeskog)

Word count: 5,045

Genres: strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: none

A/N: I’ve had this specific idea in my mind for about 2 years but never wrote it out because I decided to write other things first and took certain things from this concept and kinda put it into my other stories but after Quinn was named captain in September 2023, I decided to write it out. (Speaking of my other stories, I did write a Quinn fic in 2022, which you should check out). The title and this story is based off of the song, Jump Then Fall by Taylor Swift. It’s set from this past week (October 7th-14th), with additional fictional elements added. (Yes, I decided to publish it on Quinn's birthday because why not?) It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s little dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

“I was enchanted to meet you” -Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Prologue

Losing in a fantasy sports league can come with many different types of punishment, whether it’s being forced to eat a pancake for every wrong player you picked or putting in extra money in the winning jackpot. Your punishment for losing in the fantasy sports league you participated in was wearing a very 2014 Tumblr-esque “lol ur not Quinn Hughes” shirt that your best friend got you as a gag gift for Christmas to a Canucks game. This punishment came at a convenient time when you already planned to be in Vancouver for a work conference. Accepting your fate, you proudly donned the cringey t-shirt at the game, and as expected, people did look at you weirdly. What you didn’t plan at all was that your game seats happened to be located next to where a group of some of the Canucks WAGs were sitting. Lenasia, Ethan Bear’s fiance, noticed your shirt and immediately began talking to you. You explained to her why you were wearing such a thing and that clicked an idea in her brain. Lenasia turned away, began talking again to the other WAGs she was with, and was also frantically texting someone. After a brief period, Lenasia faced back towards you and told you to wait after the game because she had a surprise for you. You had a slight inkling of what that surprise was but silently hoped that it didn’t actually come true. 

After the game was completed, Lenasia led you through the tunnels of Rogers Arena and told security that you were with her. It felt weird to hear her say that, considering that you just met her a few hours ago. You stood together outside of the Canucks locker room and the feeling of embarrassment continued to rise within you as the guys filed out, some of them laughed at your shirt and then, you saw him. Quinn was right there, less than 10 feet away from you. Your suspicions were right; you would have just settled for a signed item from him and have no interaction with him but you were actually going to meet him right now. You felt like you were going to pass out but tried your best to maintain your composure. Lenasia introduced you to Quinn and told him the same story of why you were wearing a shirt with his name on it. Quinn didn’t fully quite understand why the shirt was such a big deal but agreed to take the photo with you. He was nice enough to wrap his arm around you with a side hug and being that close together oddly felt natural and comfortable for two people who had just met for the first time. After the photo was finished being taken, Quinn kindly offered to sign your shirt so he inked his signature on your right shoulder. You thanked Quinn and Lenasia again for everything and left to return to your hotel. It was a lot to process but you were rightfully shocked that you started your night fulfilling some silly punishment and ended it by meeting the person whose name is on your shirt.

The following day, you sent the photo of you and Quinn from the night before to your friends and your friends joked in the groupchat that if you played your cards right, you might be next in line to date him. Yes, you posted about it on Instagram and tagged Quinn so everyone knew you actually met him. Since the day after you met was an off day, Quinn had some time to scroll through Instagram and he saw your post. Seeing your post led him to see all of your posts and eventually, he ended up in your DMs.

Do you always look that cute wearing someone’s name?, an Instagram message from a very familiar verified account read. You couldn’t believe it and thought you were somehow dreaming when you read Quinn’s message but it was very much real. You replied back: I guess I always do but I only wear the names of attractive guys and considering this is my only piece that has an athlete’s name, I guess you should consider yourself lucky ;) It felt odd to shamelessly flirt with a famous athlete (considering that most of them wouldn’t give you the time of day anyway) but it wasn’t like you were actually going to date him or be his friend anyway (or so you had thought).

The flirty interaction eventually led to the exchange of numbers and to a long message chain between the two of you that would extend on for months. You did return home from your trip to Vancouver and maintained a long-distance friendship with Quinn. Your friendship with Quinn was great; you trusted each other, shared some secrets, did virtual movie nights together sometimes, sent memes back and forth, told some of your closest friends and family about the other, and communicated on the phone constantly. Once of your favorite things to do with Quinn was that he would always call you during your morning commute to work and on his commute home after his games to decompress after the game. Since you didn’t live in an area where there was an NHL team, your options for seeing Quinn again in person were limited and you weren’t sure if you were going to ever see him again. It felt weird to ask about seeing each other in real life so everything was just kept online until one day, the timing was right to move things offline.

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About a year into your friendship, the right opportunity opened up for you to return to Vancouver to see Quinn again. To the delight of many, Quinn was named Captain of the Canucks and he invited you out to his first game as Captain. You were important enough to him that Quinn wanted you to be there to celebrate that amazing accomplishment; you were surprised by the invitation but excited at the prospect of seeing him again. You used some of your remaining vacation time and paid for your plane ticket to and from Vancouver; Quinn wanted to pay for something so he placed you to stay in the nicest hotel that Vancouver has to offer. You were thrilled to spend a week in Vancouver and hopefully make some fun memories with Quinn while you were there.

Your anticipation for seeing him was slightly halted when Quinn revealed that he couldn’t pick you up from the airport because your flight arrived at the same time that he had captain responsibilities to fulfill in the community so you and Quinn agreed to meet to have dinner later on that evening. Emma, Anthony Beauvillier’s girlfriend, picked you up from the airport to take you to the hotel; you had never met or interacted with Emma before but you appreciated her kind favor. The drive from Vancouver International Airport to the hotel (which Quinn did not tell you beforehand because he wanted it to be a surprise) was normally a 30-minute drive, which turned into an hour drive due to traffic. While you and Emma waited in the rush hour traffic, you talked and learned more about her, her relationship with Anthony, what things are like in Quebec, and what it’s like to be a hockey WAG. Emma had a lot of questions about your relationship with Quinn and was curious as to why you, his romantic partner, weren’t around as much before. You corrected Emma by telling her that you and Quinn were just friends and nothing more and you came to support him as your friend. 

“Are you sure you and Quinn are just friends because he must really like you a lot to pay for you to stay here?”, Emma asked as you pulled up to the Fairmount Waterfront hotel.

You replied yes, you were just his friend and she handed you over your room keys that were passed to her through the chain of command. You thanked Emma for giving you a ride and you both mentioned wanting to hang out with each other again.

Quinn was not kidding when he told you that you would be staying at the best hotel in Vancouver; your room had spectacular views of the Vancouver Harbor and was very fancy. As you got ready for your dinner with Quinn, you began to reflect on your conversation with Emma about him. You could admit that he was endearingly handsome and had qualities that you were looking for in a boyfriend but you and Quinn never really discussed romantic pursuits and outside of that initial flirty exchange when you first started talking to each other and the occasional compliment, there wasn’t much flirting really going on between you. You had always assumed that Quinn had someone, whether it was someone in Vancouver or in Michigan, waiting in the wings for him. Your thoughts were interrupted when you got a text from Quinn that he was coming up to the room. It was happening; for the first time in over a year, you got to see your internet best friend in person and you were ecstatic. Although he had a copy of the hotel room key, Quinn knocked on your hotel room door and a smile beamed across both of your faces as you recognized who was standing at the doorway. Quinn engulfed you in a long-awaited hug and you rocked back and forth. There were many areas in his life that made him feel delighted but hearing you laugh was one of the best sounds to him and holding you in his arms was the greatest feeling.

After separating, you realized that Quinn was dressed for a night in while you were dressed for a night out. The weather app indicated that a storm was rolling in so Quinn dressed to stay in at the hotel, order food, and have a movie night, while you were willing to brave the rain to try some of Vancouver’s cuisine. Quinn thought that you looked nice and wished that he communicated to you that Vancouver storms were no joke and you looking cute in your rain jacket wasn’t going to push him to go out in such weather either. He also really wanted to spend time with you without the distractions that come from him going out in public. You agreed to order in and changed into more comfy clothes while you waited for the food to arrive. Preseason hockey was over so Quinn decided to treat himself (and you) to some authentic Chinese food from his favorite place. As you and Quinn indulged on the delicious Chinese food, you began catching up with each other on what had occurred in your lives recently. As Quinn shared what had been going on his life lately, you heard all of the words he was saying but the only thing you were thinking about was how you just wanted to be together and you would lose focus sometimes as he spoke. You and Quinn kept talking so much on so many different topics that it was almost midnight before you decided to watch a movie. You settled on watching Ferris Buller’s Day Off before drifting off to sleep.

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For Quinn, it felt surreal to wake up the following morning next to you. After being in contact with you for over a year, here you were, right there, sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. Throughout the night, Quinn was respectful of your boundaries and no lines were crossed, everything was kept PG. You were awoken by the sound of water running coming from the bathroom and waited for Quinn to emerge out. After he came out of the bathroom, you discussed the day’s plan (which there wasn’t really one) and decided to go to breakfast at a very special place. Quinn still had some time off before the first game of the season so you had even more extra time to spend with him.

On the car ride to the restaurant, you began to imagine what it would be like to live in Vancouver. Sure, this wasn’t your first time there but you saw it in a different light as you were gazing outside of the car window with Quinn by your side. You arrived at your destination and Quinn got out and kindly came around to open the door for you; it was a sweet gesture that he didn’t have to do.

The restaurant was the same cafe that Quinn and Petey tended to frequent and the wait staff at the restaurant was so familiar with him, down to the point that they knew his exact order: plain buttermilk waffles topped with whipped cream, strawberries, raspberries, and sides of bacon, potatoes, and guacamole. The waitress, an older woman named Louise, reminded you of an endearing grandmother figure; she even put your meal on the house as a treat. After the meal concluded and you were on the way back to Quinn’s car, a fan was waiting right outside of the restaurant for an opportunity to meet the captain of their favorite team. The fan approached you, Quinn’s romantic partner, to take their photo together. You wanted to correct the fan for being wrong but you also could tell that Quinn wanted to get going so you let it be; besides, Quinn didn’t even hear the fan address you as his lover. Quinn later on apologized for the fan encounter but it wasn’t an issue for you, you understood who he was and the things that came with being a famous athlete and you expected something like that might happen while you were together. You continued on the rest of your spontaneous day, being touristy around Vancouver, visiting Gastown, Stanley Park, and Granville Island with the cutest tour guide.

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Your time in Vancouver coincided with Canadian Thanksgiving. Dinner is usually held at the team captain’s house and since Quinn is the captain, dinner would be held at his place but since his apartment couldn’t quite hold the entire team, Tyler Myers offered to host dinner at his home. It was exciting to celebrate a holiday together and learn more about each other’s Thanksgiving traditions but it also made you feel a little nervous because you would be meeting more of Quinn’s teammates and spending time with their families. The Canucks team’s Thanksgiving dinner was potluck style and everyone had to bring something so you and Quinn offered to bring a dessert. You decided to make pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and Quinn graciously purchased the ingredients for you and let you use his kitchen. Quinn was a good sous chef; he actually enjoyed baking with you and you both had fun together. You even got into a little squabble over who would wash the dishes before agreeing that you would wash them and Quinn would dry them. After the cookies were done, you both got ready for dinner. 

On the car ride over to the Myers house, your mind began to wander, contemplating about the domestic moment you shared earlier with Quinn and how you would want more moments like that with him. Quinn felt the same way but wasn’t sure how to verbally tell you that. Before you knew it, you had arrived at your destination. You casually mixed and mingled with the other Canucks players and their families; as expected, some of the players had kids and the kids were curious to know who you were and you explained to them that you were Quinn’s friend. Tristan, Tyler’s son, asked if you were Quinn’s lover friend and you were going to tell him no but you were interrupted by the message that dinner was about to be served so you let it go.

Despite your initial nervousness about the event, dinner actually went well and your cookies were a hit. The other Canucks players and their wives and girlfriends accepted you well into their group; they liked you for you and they liked you with Quinn. Due to the fact he’s their captain, some of the guys pushed Quinn into giving a speech and he expressed his thankfulness and gratitude on such a special holiday; he even looked at you when he mentioned how glad he was to have the people in the room as a part of his life.

During the post-dinner relaxation time, you and Quinn settled into watching the CFL game that was on before Tristan came up to ask the both of you to play hide and seek with him and his sister, Skylar. The football game wasn’t that interesting to either of you so you both agreed to play. Since you were the guest, the kids had you count first. 

As you were looking to see where Quinn and the kids were hiding, you observed around the Myers home and began to think about how this was something that you had desired to have one day; a home full of love, laughter, and children. You checked the guest room closet to see if anyone was hiding in there before greeting Quinn by shouting BOO as soon as you opened the door. Instead of stepping out to help you find Skylar and Tristan, Quinn pulled you back into the closet and shut the door for a quiet moment alone. Quinn’s heart was beating super fast, not just because you inflicted fear into him for a brief second, but also because you were close to each other inside the dark closet. You obviously couldn’t see in the darkness but Quinn kept staring at the presumed outline of your mouth because he wanted pull you closer and kiss you so bad. Quinn almost had his chance to ask but was interrupted by the sound of children’s feet pattering on the ground and the door opening. Tristan quickly corrected you that as the counter, you were not allowed to hide until it was your turn to hide. An all-too-familiar chuckle came out of Quinn and you rolled your eyes at him since he was the one who caused you to break the rules before playing another round of hide and seek with the kids.

When it was time to say goodbye, Tristan and Skylar came over to give you a departing hug and Tristan loudly said that he had fun with you, Quinn’s special friend. It warmed your heart to hear his little voice say that to you. Before dropping you off back at the hotel, you had asked Quinn if he was going to stop and get his annual Thanksgiving apple pie slice from the bakery. He had mentioned his Thanksgiving tradition to you only once but it meant a lot to him that you had remembered that. Due to the fact that you made dessert from scratch, Quinn forgot to pick up the pie beforehand to bring to the party and the bakery with the pie that he enjoyed was already closed, but it was okay. Quinn didn’t mind skipping his tradition because he got to make a new memory with you. You and Quinn had such a good time at the Thanksgiving dinner and you had quietly hoped to get the opportunity to spend more holidays together.

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The Canucks home opener was finally here. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking for Quinn; he knew that this day was coming but it felt a little more surreal that it was actually here. Quinn’s parents, Ellen and Jim, even flew in to watch their son receive his official captaincy before jetting off to go watch Jack and Luke at the Devils home opener the following day. You felt a bit of deja vu being back at Rogers Arena, since that was the place you and Quinn had met over a year ago, but that deja vu feeling came in a good way. It was fun to watch warmups with the other WAGs and you got to see Emma again. As warmups went on, you held J.T. Miller’s son, Owen, in your arms while Natalie Miller held her daughters, Scarlett and Scottlyn, closer to the glass to give them a better view to see their father on the ice. Since the day was very busy for Quinn, the only time he got to see you was for a brief second during warmups. Quinn’s heart swelled up with joy when he saw you at the glass, holding baby Owen and he also thought you looked so stunning and beautiful in your outfit. He wanted to pass you a puck but instead, he gave you a quick wink and passed a puck to a young fan with a sign and continued to skate around. 

Warmups were over and the game was about to start soon so you went up to your seats. Instead of having you sit with the other WAGs, Quinn got you a ticket next to his parents. Of course, Quinn wanted you to meet his parents for the first time in a much more formal way but due to the limited time that you all had in Vancouver, it was slightly more convenient for you to meet his parents while at the game. It was a little awkward at first to meet Quinn’s parents because you were just Quinn’s long-distance friend and meeting the parents is a big deal but Jim and Ellen already knew who you were because you were important enough to their son that he had told them about you. Ellen mentioned to you that she suspected you were dating Quinn because he spoke so highly about you, indicating a possible crush but always shut it down by mentioning that you were just friends.

When it was time for Quinn to be introduced as captain, you got delightful goosebumps on your body because you were so proud of him. You already knew he was captain but watching some of the old Canucks captains pass the torch over to one of your best friend’s brought a rush of happiness to you; your heart even skipped a beat as he put on the jersey with the “C” on it. The game itself was amazing; the Canucks beat the Oilers 8 to 1 and Quinn had a 3-point night. Throughout little moments during the game, Jim and Ellen would ask you different questions about yourself and share tidbits about Quinn; it was nice that they were actively engaging and getting to know you. You were worried that Jim and Ellen wouldn’t like you as a person and for their son but it turns out that they enjoyed your presence and it also didn’t hurt that it was really fun to cheer for Quinn alongside his parents.

After the game was over, you, Jim, and Ellen walked down the same tunnels to the Canucks dressing room that you had walked to over a year ago when you met Quinn for the first time but this time, you weren’t as nervous to see him. Still experiencing the high from the evening’s successful game, Quinn was so ecstatic to see you, waiting for him with his beloved parents. When Quinn had invited you to come to his game, he had imagined seeing you again in those familiar halls with his parents in his mind and that moment of imagination came true. In his post-game interview, Quinn had mentioned that he would hold onto the night’s memories forever and you would also hold onto those memories in your own way too.

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Since the Canucks had to leave for a roadtrip after their home opener and you were leaving soon, you had one last day to both celebrate Quinn’s birthday early and also to do something to say farewell to you. Instead of just a big fancy birthday/goodbye dinner, you and Quinn decided to go out for a day on the golf course and out to a casual dinner afterward; you also had to run a few errands because Quinn needed to grab some things before leaving on his upcoming road trip. Quinn picked you up to go with him to drop off his parents at the airport so that you could see them again and he wanted your opinion on some things when he went to IKEA. The car ride over to the airport was fine and Jim and Ellen didn’t mind getting in some extra time with their potential child-in-law. You and Quinn stepped out of the car to help with their bags and give his parents a goodbye hug. While you were giving the Hughes family some space and waiting in the car, Ellen whispered in her son’s ear that you were a keeper. His mother was right and Quinn had known that from the moments that he spent with you, the conversations you shared together and you were everything he ever wanted. Quinn had the keys to unlock your heart but he just needed to use them. Throughout the entire time you were there, Quinn began mentally preparing himself to confess his feelings for you somehow but those plans always fell flat because the anxiety of not being sure if you liked him romantically lingered throughout the air and he was scared to ruin the friendship you shared. He was falling for you hard but he was afraid to take that leap.

With one final wave goodbye, Jim and Ellen left for their flight to New Jersey and you and Quinn continued on the day’s itinerary. Goodbyes were always going to be a bit difficult, no matter who or what you were saying goodbye to. Quinn tried to not wear his heart on his sleeve and be strong but you could tell that Quinn was sad to see his parents go so you reached over and gently placed your hand on top of his. Quinn told you thank you and you shared a quick glance with him before arriving at IKEA. Instead of immediately telling you how he felt, you and Quinn aimlessly wandered around the large store; you had mentioned to Quinn that his apartment was missing a floor lamp in the living room so that he didn’t have to use the overhead ceiling light as much and he took you to IKEA to help him pick one out. Thursday afternoons at IKEA were quiet so it was almost like you and Quinn had the whole store to yourselves. As you walked through the store, you and Quinn looked at the different room setups and asked each other what you liked and disliked about each room setup; you also both began to imagine what it would be like to share a home together. Quinn even absentmindedly grabbed onto your hand and your fingers interlocked together for a brief second before you found the lamps and slipped your hand away to look at them. You picked out a black floor lamp that matched the aesthetic of Quinn’s apartment and continued to wander around the store until you reached the cash register. Quinn didn’t try to hold your hand again and neither of you brought up that moment for the rest of the day. Your time at the golf course was fun; being the self-proclaimed golf expert he was, Quinn did win the game. 

Quinn decided that he wanted to have his birthday dinner/last meal with you at Moxie’s. While you waited for your food to arrive, you gave Quinn his birthday gift. It was challenging to get a gift for someone who could afford plenty and rarely mentioned what they wanted so you got Quinn a signed copy of Golf Kitchen, a cookbook that included recipes from some of the most famous golf clubs around the world, and a grill set that looked like golf items; it combined two of his interests: cooking and golf. Quinn was a bit taken aback by your gift because you didn’t have to actually get him anything; your presence and time spent with him was a gift within itself. He had mentioned it before but Quinn was so grateful to have you as a part of his life and he was going to miss you tremendously once you returned home. You would miss him so much and were sad that your great time with Quinn was coming to an end; you still had an extra full day in Vancouver before your flight early Saturday but the Canucks were leaving for Edmonton on Friday after morning skate. 

After dinner, Quinn walked you up to your hotel room and you and Quinn continued to soak up all of the time you had left together as much as you could before the inevitable departure came. Before leaving, Quinn passed you a signed warm-up puck from last night’s game, mentioning that he owed it to you. You held the piece of rubber in your hand, smoothing your fingers over his signature.

“So now, you own two things with my name on it”, Quinn cheesily told you. 

You were trying to hold back your tears and masquerade your emotions but you began to sob while embracing Quinn for one last time. Quinn felt a bit emotional too and he blurted out that he was in love with you; he decided to be brave and not let the fear take over. You thought your mind was playing a trick on you when you heard him so you looked up at the green eyes that were staring and waiting for a reply from you.

“Did you just say that you’re in love with me?”, you hesitantly asked.

“Um, maybe I should have kept that to myself. I’m sor-”, Quinn rambled.

You cut Quinn off with a kiss, something that he had been waiting a while to experience with you. You repeated that you had loved Quinn back as well. A long wave of relief rushed over the both of you; the jump was worth the fall and you were there to catch him. You didn’t have to say it out loud but Quinn knew that you would always be there for him. Quinn asked if you were available to come back to visit him for Christmas and New Year’s. Maybe losing in a fantasy league wasn’t so bad after all.

[wrestlingwithlife]

4th of July Fun

Given the location of the military base the Task Force resided in it was no surprise that the 4th of July wasn’t a big deal. In fact, most didn’t even know of it, but the American soldiers are hell bent on celebrating with as much fried food and fireworks as possible.

Task Force 141 x Male!Cowboy!Reader

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“Of course I’m paying for them.” Y/n rolled his eyes as if it was the most simple thing. He held the phone to his ear, listening to the man on the other side of the call whine that they didn’t want Cowboy to have to pay for everything.

“Joel it’s fine, it’s no big deal… Yes I know it’s a lot of money… Yes I can pay for it… Joel, buddy, you think someone who own hundreds of acres of land and countless heads livestock is poor… Exactly, now you and the guys pick the best fireworks and I’ll deal with the rest.”

Y/n sighed as he hung up the phone, but he couldn’t help but smile. It was endearing that they didn’t want him to have to do and pay for everything, but it was just easier.

Cowboy turned around, nearly jumping out of his skin at the looming figure of Ghost standing behind him. Y/n clutched over his heart. “Holy shit, Ghost we have got to get you a bell or something.”

Ghost rolled his eyes at the comment, but he quirked his brow at the American male. “What exactly do you need that many fireworks for?”

The h/c haired male perked up, eyes shining with excitement. “Oh! Me and the other American soldiers got clearance to celebrate the 4th of July!”

Ghost knew the 4th of July was a big deal in America, but he had never bothered to look into it. “How exactly do you celebrate the 4th of July?”

“Oh it’s great!” Y/n beamed, motioning Ghost to follow him as he walked. “There are lots of fireworks, food, and yard games.”

Ghost couldn’t help but allow his lips to curl into a smile as Cowboy rambled on, giddy with excitement. He turned his bright e/c eyes up to Ghost, smiling wide. “You and the others should come out when we do it! The more the merrier!”

Ghost hummed in thought, but he knew ultimately there was no way he could say no to Cowboy. “Alright.”

Y/n beamed at Ghost, giving him a quick hug before bounding off to finish his plans. Ghost smiled, eyes trained onto the other male as he left.

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Ghost’s eyes trailed around the hustle and bustle of the celebration. There were more American soldiers on the base then he’d originally thought, all of them were dressed rather patriotically with a few even having random red, white, or blue hand prints on their bodies.

The task force wandered about the place as they looked for their American teammate. They took the opportunity to soak in everything.

There were stands selling fried foods that they would have never even dreamed of. There were some soldiers who had tents set up as they grilled beneath them, chatting ideally as they did so.

There were games like corn hole, yard darts, and even Ladder toss. A larger group of soldiers were gathered around some sort of inflatable, the occasional loud cheers erupting from the group as well as a few chants.

Curiosity got the better of the task force and they wandered over, now able to see that the inflatable was a mechanical bull. The group’s jaws dropped when they saw the man riding the bull.

Cowboy’s legs were pressed tight to the bull, his hips moving effortlessly as the man controlling it worked to fling him off. The man sported a loose red and blue tank top, a few white hand prints littered down his chest.

Y/n held his cowboy hat in one hand as he used the other to grip onto the rope of the bull. His wide grin and occasional whoop made it clear he was having a blast. Price swallowed, shifting a bit as he watched the way the southern male’s body moved and grinded as he rode.

After a while longer Y/n was finally flung off the bull, his grin never once faltering. Once he stepped off the inflatable he was given a multitude of praise and pats on the back, but once he saw his task force he was quick to scurry over to them, leaving the poor attempts at flirting in the dust.

Soap smirked, shooting the soldiers Cowboy had left behind a victorious smirk.

“I’m so glad you guys decided to come out!” Y/n beamed, e/c eyes glistening like jewels in the bright sunlight.

“Oh, come on now. You know we wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Soap reassured, throwing an arm around the male in tugging him close. Now that he was much closer he took a moment to look at the hand prints on Y/n’s chest.

Given Y/n’s clean hands and the position of the prints it was clear they were given by someone else. Soap irked a bit with jealousy when he could see the beginning of two hand prints that rested exactly on the thick males pecs, but he wasn’t given time to dwell on it as Y/n dragged him off to enjoy the festivities, the others trailing behind.

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The five spent their time eating more fried foods than they had probably eaten in their entire lives. Y/n also introduced them to more American dishes and traditions, and Cowboy and Ghost absolutely demolished Soap and Gaz in corn hole.

It wasn’t much longer before the sun began to set and the sky grew dark, Y/n practically buzzed with excitement as he led the four to a good spot to watch the fire works.

“Gotta say, this is more fun than I’d thought it would be.” Gaz hummed as Price and Y/n set up the blanket for them all to sit on.

The h/n haired male beamed up at Gaz. “I’m glad you guys liked it! Maybe next year we can get some time off and I can have you over to my hometown to celebrate! They really know how to party.”

Before anyone could get out another word there was a loud whistling and a fiery streak across the sky followed by a big red explosion that lit up the entire area. The five of them immediately looked up as the fireworks began.

The group watched in wonder in awe of each firework, faces lighting up under the glow.

Gaz’s eyes trailed down, cutting over to look at Cowboy. Each new flash of light lit up the male’s beautiful face. His eyes shone like glass and his fluffy h/c locks were still tousled from the day.

Gaz looked down to where Y/n’s hand rested on the ground, keeping him propped up. The British male looked back up to the sky, but moved his hand to rest over Y/n’s own.

The American soldier didn’t even need to look down. He smiled, turning his hand over so he could hold Gaz’s own. Gaz’s heart almost leaped out of his chest when Y/n’s fingers laced with his

Perhaps he had a new favorite holiday.

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I had this queued up and when I came in and saw it didn’t post I realized I had set it for the wrong date so that’s nice 💀 Glad I checked

I hope you all enjoyed! Happy 4th to everyone and if you don’t celebrate that hope you have a lovely day!!

- Author~Chan out ✌️

[thelonelyshore-if]

Ravi nsfw alphabet?

Ravi alphabet below the cut!

A = Aftercare

Ravi is absolutely a 'smoke a cigarette to relax after' kind of guy. If his partner isn't into smoking he'll straight up go outside lmao. After that, though, he'd come back itching to hold his partner.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's pretty uncomfortable with most of his body--his hands are his favorite, I think. And Ravi is an ass man c:

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He enjoys swallowing and/or eating out his partner. He's big on oral tbh he enjoys being on his knees.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Arguing with the person he's into turns him on c:

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Honestly not very. He's been with one person before in his entire life and it's been…a bit. Still, he's definitely not a virgin. Also, he's only ever been with a cis man, so he's even less experienced with anyone else.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl and doggystyle if he's topping--anything to give him a good view of his partner's ass. Less of a preference when he's bottoming.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Lmao Ravi is veeeery serious in bed. It's so intimate and important to him, if you get him there it means he's being beyond vulnerable with you. He doesn't mind lighthearted moments but he's not about to joke around, either.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps things neat but doesn't do anything terribly special.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ravi looks at his partner as if they are the only thing in the entire world. Like, he'll fully worship them. He's also typically fairly romantic and doting in bed--he's a little old-fashioned and making love is as important to him as getting off is.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ravi enjoys mutual masturbation quite a bit, he thinks it's fun.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging, giving up control, power play.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's a simple guy--at home, typically in bed or the shower. I could see the kitchen, maybe, if he and his partner were too impatient to get to the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Passion. He's so closed off and tries to control his emotions, that whenever he's pushed to actually /feeling/ something it gets him going so badly. He likes it when you push his buttons.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ravi dislikes his scars being acknowledged in bed. It turns him off--they're reminders, bad ones, and lingering on them makes him feel pretty awful.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves oral, giving especially. He's good at it, too--though he's never eaten anyone out, the idea turns him on. He enjoys receiving, as well, but does prefer to give.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Whatever his partner is feeling. He enjoys slow, romantic sex…but faster, rougher, more passionate sex is great, too. He tries to figure out what his partner wants in the moment and adjusts based on that.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Neutral! I think he isn't opposed to the concept, nor is he married to the idea of more drawn out sex. Both are good!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's relatively open to experimenting, though I don't know if he's super drawn to it, himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ravi can go for quite some time, he has fairly impressive stamina.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he has any toys, personally, but he's not opposed to the idea of trying them out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ohhhhh he loves teasing. He loves being teased. Drawing it out makes it so much hotter when the teasing finally ends.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

As always, Ravi's fairly quiet in bed. I think he does talk sometimes during sex, but it's always very soft, breathy compliments and dirty talk rather than anything louder.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His first time was in the back seat of a car in the middle of the woods after prom. He's still a little embarrassed when he thinks about it--so cliche.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ravi dislikes showing off his body due to his scars. Even with a lover. It's part of the reason he enjoys clothed sex. Eventually he could be comfortable being naked with a partner, but it would take time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not terribly high while outside of a relationship. Once he's fallen for someone, though, it ramps up. Fairly average, I'd say?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eh, Ravi doesn't get all that much sleep, and when he does he's a fairly light sleeper. It's likely his partner would doze off first.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Geralt of Rivia NSFW Alphabet

Summary: Geralt of Rivia NSFW Alphabet!!

Notes: this request has been in my inbox forever... sorry :)

Warnings: afab!reader, smut ig?

Taglist: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @lucyinthelibrary @sunndust (hmu to be added for any taglist!)

based on this request | Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The BEST backrubs. He’s very quiet, but he takes care of you so so well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his arms, just because he can pick you up/protect you with them and he knows that you like them so so much.

Loves everything about you, but especially your hips/bodyshape. Just loves to admire, yk?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s got a little breeding kink. He knows he can’t have kids, but he still likes cumming inside.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Likes it when you get a little rough with him/try to push him around a bit. If he didn’t want to, you couldn’t, but the way you push him against a wall is still hot

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s old and looks good, so he’s got A LOT

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves something where you’re really close to him, maybe in his lap. Wants to be able to wrap his arms around you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It’s more serious to him, but he’ll joke around with you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet matches the drapes, and he’ll honestly groom however you want him to. Otherwise doesn’t really care that much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If you’re fuckbuddies, then it’s just a hookup – no feelings, no strings attached. If you’re romantically involved oml. He turns into the biggest sap.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Idt he jacks off a lot. He’d rather just do it properly with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink for sure. Loves hair pulling, whether that’s on you or him, also enjoys scratching/biting. Loves to mark up your thighs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Might sound boring, but in a bed. He’s on the road enough, so if he’s ever off it, he wants you to be comfortable.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Just catching a glimpse of you is enough, especially if he makes you laugh or happy, then he’s practically on his knees

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with too much liquid, especially blood. He doesn’t want to hurt you. Too much.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Will eat you out for days. He loves giving you head, between your legs gotta be one of his favorite places.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what you want tbh – he likes everything as long as it’s with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sure, why not? He’ll sneak them in all the time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll try out new stuff, but he’s tried pretty much everything. He knows what he likes, and usually sticks to that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s got that witcher stamina :)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Idt Geralt likes toys tbh, so none.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’ll tease you outside the bedroom to get you excited, but he’s too impatient once you’re kissing him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a quiet lover, he prefers listening to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’d go crazy for lingerie of any kind, and then he’d ruin it with his teeth right after.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just like he’s got witcher stamina, he’s got witcher endowment

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high, especially around you, but he’ll make sure to satisfy you each time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Witchers don’t sleep much, and Geralt prefers holding you anyway. He enjoys watching you fall asleep in his arms

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬)

A/N: First time doing this and fic for Big Boss. Will do more if I have the time for them.

Requested by: No one

Pairing: Big Boss X Fem!Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟔𝟏𝟕 (𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔)

⚠️Warnings: 18+ MDNI, NSFW (obviously)

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🐍A >>> Aftercare🐍(what they're like after sex)

Snake is the type of person, who after intercourse, would have zero energy. Look away for just a minute, then back over, and he's already sitting up in bed with a cig in his mouth. He always tells you that smoking calms his nerves, but you don't believe him.

🐍B >>> Body part🐍(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

For himself, it's his tongue. For you, it's your pussy and thighs. Very easy to figure out where this part gets headed.

🐍C >>> Cum🐍(anything to do with cum, basically)

Warm and semi-sticky, has the consistency of Clover honey (minus the clear part). It tastes semi-bitter, but a sweet aftertaste makes up for it.

🐍D >>> Dirty secret🐍(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Whenever he takes a shower alone, he mixes a little bit of your conditioner with his body wash and rubs that concoction all over his dick. Obviously with both hands to get the simulation of your pussy.

🐍E >>> Experience🐍(how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Big Boss has experience and knows what he's doing, but he needs some coaching getting back used to it.

🐍F >>> Favorite position🐍(this goes without saying)

🐍G >>> Goofy🐍(are they more serious during the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's a very serious matter for him and doesn't fool around.

🐍H >>> Hair🐍(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

He's well groomed down there per say, but does leave a bit of a hair trailing from his belly button to the base of his cock. It's relatively thin, but it's like his beard hair (all scruffy and scratchy).

🐍I >>> Intimacy🐍(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When it comes to intimacy with Snake, he focuses on one thing and one thing only: cumming into you so he can feel less deprived of touch and pussy. Like I said, a very serious matter for him.

🐍J >>> Jack off🐍(masturbation headcanon)

When he's alone at home, he will jack off in the shower. Sometimes he'll jack off in your bed a little too far and cum into one of your pillow cases.

🐍K >>> Kink🐍(one or more of their kinks)

Dominance, panty, and outdoor sex kinks.

🐍L >>> Location🐍(favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere around the house, really (the bedroom and kitchen being his preferred). Out in public, it's a quickie up against the women's bathroom sink or a back alley.

🐍M >>> Motivation🐍(what turns them on, gets them going)

Either you being intoxicated or when the heat in the house gets unbearable in the summer time, you strip down naked in front of him to cool down.

🐍N >>> No🐍(something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Big Boss hates when you wear overpowering perfume, yet he can stand the smell of his own cigars. He also hates when you're being over obsessively clingy (Snake needs his personal space too).

🐍O >>> Oral🐍(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Doesn't have a preference.

🐍P >>> Pace🐍(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace varies. If it's been a day or two, he'll go slow and take his time. If it's been a couple weeks to a month, he can go feral (aka really fast and rough, nearly destroying your pussy).

🐍Q >>> Quickie🐍(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Every once in a while, Snake will do a quickie, but that solely depends on the location for when he gets horny (like if you're both at a party and he needs to "take care of something").

🐍R >>> Risk🐍(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He normally doesn't do this, just keeps the same routine everytime no matter the location. Once in a great while, he will try something new.

🐍S >>> Stamina🐍(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Big Boss has quite a bit of stamina, can last about 3 or 4 rounds.

🐍T >>> Toys🐍(do they own toys? do they use them?)

He's not really the type of guy who uses sex toys and doesn't own any.

🐍U >>> Unfair🐍(how much they like to tease)

Snake isn't that good at teasing, but he tries his best when he's drunk.

🐍V >>> Volume🐍(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Big Boss is Big Boss, so expect him to be loud. On days when he's not feeling it or tired, he's a bit vocal, but not too much.

🐍W >>> Wild card🐍(a random headcanon for the character)

Two words: pussy eating.

🐍X >>> X-ray🐍(let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Big Boss is a GIRTHY 8 1/2 inches. Don't ask on how you manage to fit most that in your mouth when you go for blowjobs on him.

🐍Y >>> Yearning🐍(how high is their sex drive?)

This man gets touch and pussy deprived after just one and a half weeks without intimacy, so a high sex drive for him.

🐍Z >>> Zzz🐍(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Expect him to be awake for the next few hours, since he's too busy smoking. Need I say more?

[kurogane2512]

HELLO IM BACK FROM MY BREAK ITS ONE OF ALICE’S ANONS (in all honesty i forgot which emoji i was) ANYWAYS

i would like to request

cocolia (hsr) x reader (obviously fem) <3 angst to smut :) i give u free reign <3

NO ONE WRITES FOR HER AND IT MAKES ME SAD i just finished the trailblazer mission, I MISS HER

Hello, welcome back anon! Good to see you again <3

You have no idea how much I relate with you; truth be told that her death and unplayability is one of the main reasons I'm not playing the game (others are I don't like turn based plus I have way too many gacha games in my mantel).

I had found out what happens in beta itself and decided to save myself the pain and suffering, it feels like they repeated Signora's case. Mihoyo has something against blonde ice mommies I'm sure. Your request came at a perfect time since I was really craving to write something on her!

(18+) CONTENT MINDORS DNI

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: HSR Cocolia x fem! reader (trailblazer)

Type: Smut and Angst (comfort sex, fingering, oral, scissoring, kissing, Cocolia doesn't die because we protect fine women like her <3

W.C: Uh....very long. This is pretty much a rewrite of the mission, please bear with me :(

The moment you laid your eyes on her, you were mesmerised. She appeared like a goddess, a queen— so regal, commanding, beautiful yet harbouring something....cold deep within. The moment your eyes met her violet ones, you felt a connection, an unknown feeling awakened inside you.

"Welcome, visitors from beyond the Eternal Freeze, or perhaps I should say from beyond the sky. I'm Cocolia Rand, the Supreme Guardian of Belobog. I would be grateful if you could tell me why you have come."

The enchanting woman in front of you spoke, her eyes gazing at you and your allies. You felt her look at you particularly, the same violet eyes staring deeply into you and making you entranced.

"Ahem, Y/n— answer her." March whispered to you, making you come back to your senses and blink a few times.

"Apologies, thank you for accepting us. It's surprising that you don't seem to doubt our identity."

"Hehe~ Do you want me to doubt it? Or are you not confident in it yourself? Rest assured, I don't doubt it. I can see you are not from this world and....for 700 hundred years, the Architects received no communication from the stars but I knew of your existence. Tell me why you have come."

Dan Heng took over from here and began explaining to her about the Stellaron and the Fragmentum Corrosion that plagued the planet, Cocolia listened intently and seemed slightly surprised that he summed up the planet's situation down to the exact details.

"I see....You understand our situation well but, I fail to understand why you would want to help us. Even if this Stellaron you speak of did bring about disaster, I fail to see its connection to you. I don't believe that anyone would go to such lengths to help a world unrelated to them....unless they had something to gain."

You then further explained to her and she eventually agreed to take your help, the negotiation went quite smoothly unlike your expectations but you were glad to see she seemingly trusted you.

"Very well, I'm willing to assist you in any way possible to locate the Stellaron. You must be tired now, I'll have you escorted to our most comfortable hotel to rest. Get a good night's sleep and we can discuss this matter in more detail tomorrow."

"Thank you for believing us, ma'am. We'd be glad to help restore the planet and help you live in prosperity like old times."

You spoke determinedly while looking at Cocolia, making her slightly surprised at your conviction. She gave a small smile and nodded then you turned around to go out with March and Dan Heng but suddenly heard an eerie whisper in your mind, making you stop and look back at Cocolia who was now looking out of the window and pondering.

"What was that? Why does it feel like there's someone with her, speaking to her....?"

You squinted your eyes then shook off the thought and walked out to meet up with Dan Heng and March. You were shown around the city by Gepard before finally being dropped at Goethe Hotel, you bid farewell to March and Dan Heng as they went to their respective rooms to sleep while you went to yours and rested on the bed, pondering about the day's happenings.

"It's been a long day. The Supreme Guardian was really something....so strong, commanding and....beautiful. Her voice was....really attractive too."

Your face turned redder as Cocolia continuously appeared in your mind; there was something about her that had captured your attention— the way she spoke, acted, smiled— everything was captivating you. You shook your head and turned over in bed, trying to keep your thoughts aside and sleep. You had barely closed your eyes when suddenly the same strange whispers echoed in your mind followed by a faint dream.

"Cocolia...Cocolia..." the whisper spoke.

"Wh-Who are you? What are you....?" Cocolia replied back.

"We are allies....allies of the guardians through generations."

"....What do you want?

"To rebuild....this dying world...To help you....achieve your wish."

You struggled around in bed and held onto a pillow, the dream becoming unbearable but it didn't stop yet.

"They will suffer, sacrifice and die because of my order...." Cocolia spoke.

"It is not death which greets them....They will be swept into the infancy of a new world." the whisper replied.

"What about the Underworlders? They will lose the protection of the Architects. They will see me....as a tyrant."

"You have witnessed....the world we have promised. A temporary misunderstanding....for an eternity of prosperity. We will honor....your decision."

"....I understand."

You immediately opened your eyes and sat up on the bed, gasping for breath loudly. You held your head and looked around to see it was still the middle of the night then thought back to what just happened.

"Those voices....Cocolia? And who? Who was she speaking to....? And why can I hear this....? Don't tell me....it was the Stellaron? It can't be....she didn't know what the Stellaron was. Unless....she was lying. Could the whisper I heard there be the same thing....? I need more clues....It seemed like she started talking to it at a young age, or more like it manipulated her from a young age...."

You looked at the time again then firmed your decision and stood up to walk out of the room, discreetly, without waking up March and Dan Heng. You navigated through the city to escape the gaze of the Silvermane Guards and reached the place where the Astral Express was parked.

"Himeko, Welt. I want to talk to both of you."

The two of them came out into the lounge area at your announcement, surprised to see you here all alone.

"Y/n? What happened? Why are you here alone?" Himeko questioned.

"I....I think I figured out something about the Stellaron on this planet. And I need your help, I didn't tell March and Dan Heng yet...."

"Fine, go ahead." Welt replied.

"We met the Supreme Guardian some hours ago and got her approval to let us remove the Stellaron. When I was there, I heard some....eerie whispers for a short moment and it also felt like there was someone else in the room with Cocolia but we couldn't see anything. Then later, when I tried to sleep....I had dreams. I'm not sure but it sounded like the Supreme Guardian was talking to a Stellaron."

Both Welt and Himeko were caught by surprise then pondered for a while before Himeko spoke, "Are you sure, Y/n? Did you also see something?"

"Yes, not very clearly but....it looked like her younger self, she seemed to be in pain and agony, trying to resist the voice but it kept showing her something that she couldn't refuse. It said something like....fulfilling her wish to save the planet by giving her a new world...."

"....I see. It's manipulating her by showing the world it'll make by destroying this current one, and little does she know that the Stellaron won't do anything it showed her....It's simply going to destroy everything and take over the world...." Welt spoke.

You nodded along and looked down in distress, trying to think what to do.

"I....I don't want anything bad to happen to her....Of course, I don't want the planet to suffer either but Cocolia herself too, she just wants to protect everyone and be a good Supreme Guardian and a mother...."

Himeko looked at you sympathetically then smiled softly and patted your head, "It seems we underestimated our newest member, Welt. She exceeded both Dan Heng and March already and is even showing considerable conviction~"

You blushed slightly at her compliment then Welt spoke, "So, do you have any suggestion, Y/n?"

"Uh....maybe we can try talking to her and persuading her before anything else happens. I think she started believing in the Stellaron because their own God didn't do anything for so long, the planet is still facing the Eternal Freeze and the Fragmentum Corrosion has even reached the city."

"Mhm, seems reasonable. Then Y/n, I assign you this mission— meet with the Supreme Guardian and persuade her will, with as little struggle as possible."

"W-Wait, me?! Just me?!" you exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, you. You have to do this, Y/n. You are the only the one who has seen and heard the dreams, you know it clearly unlike any of us. Not to mention, if she is already so persuaded by it then she'll likely show an aggressive nature when you reveal everything to her. If there are too many people then she might see it as an ambush."

"....Alright, I'll do my best."

You exited the train and made your way over the residence of the Supreme Guardian; naturally expecting to meet guards outside, you told them you wished to see Cocolia and they took her permission then escorted you to her chambers. Yes, it was her personal chamber and not the office you had been in earlier. You gently knocked on the door and heard a stern 'come in' then opened to go in and found Cocolia standing near the edge of the bed, wearing a sleeping gown and robe.

"My apologies for disturbing you at this hour, ma'am. I...wished to talk to you about something."

"Was it so important that you couldn't wait until our meeting tomorrow? And I see that your companions aren't here either...."

"Y-Yes, they don't know I'm here. I wanted to talk to you personally."

"Hm, interesting. And here I thought you all were faithful to each other but I suppose everyone has their secrets...."

"....Even you?"

You questioned in between making her slightly surprised then sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.

"If you wish to know, then yes, I do. I do have secrets of my own, some that even my daughter doesn't know."

"I have been wondering for some time, is Bronya your real daughter?"

"No, I adopted her some years ago. But I treat her no less than my own, she will eventually follow in my steps and take up this mantel."

"I see, that's a really kind gesture. To give a home to an orphan and groom her into such a capable adult."

Cocolia looked at you in surprise then smiled and stood up, "Forgive my manners, have a seat if you'd like. Shall I serve you something?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Hm. Well, was this what you wanted to talk about? My personal life?"

You struggled to answer her as you hadn't really thought out the conversation in advance, but you realized you had to be careful as you couldn't just spring up the question of her alliance with the Stellaron so casually.

"If you don't find it offensive then yes, I did wish to know more about you personally. I was just curious how your life has been, serving as the Supreme Guardian and before it."

"What an intriguing outlander. If I didn't treat you as the highest guest of honor then I would have thrown you into the prison by now."

"Ah....I understand that....I know it's late and we just met, I would offer to tell you about myself too but I unfortunately don't remember anything...."

"You don't remember anything? How very strange...."

You awkwardly looked away, finding it difficult to hold the conversation and move to the important topic.

"....You know, I did wonder about something when I saw you. Why are you with the Astral Express? Why become this....trailblazer?"

"Uh, well....for one, they were the ones who found me when I had just awoken with no memories. They took me in and I have been travelling with them since, Jarilo-VI is the first planet I have visited with them."

"Hm. So....they are like family to you."

"....In a way, I guess. At least they are willing to keep me and treat me well, doing these missions for them is a way of repayment. I somewhat relate with Bronya's situation here...."

"Ah, I suppose you could be seen as an orphan indeed, adopted by the crew."

"Yes and....I won't let any harm come to them, just like how Bronya would always protect you."

Cocolia's eyes widened at that and she looked away with a distressed expression, "I can't say for how long....If she disagrees with me some day then we'll be on opposite sides."

You sensed a weakness, an opening. You cautiously walked towards her and sat beside her on the bed, looking at her with sympathy.

"Is this part of your secret from her?"

Cocolia moved her gaze towards you to be met by a worried expression, catching her off guard. Suddenly, she turned away and you heard the same eerie whisper in your head. You looked at Cocolia and moved slightly closer and heard her mumble, "I know. Just....give me time."

She then turned towards you again and you quickly moved back, resuming your old posture.

"....It is part of it indeed, a secret so grave that she might not see me as her mother anymore."

"I see.....I hope that doesn't happen, the two of you are very affectionate with each other."

"Thank you for your kind words, I hope you can stay with the crew for as long as well."

You smiled then looked around the room slightly before continuing, "So, uhm, what did you do before becoming the Supreme Guardian? I feel like you took up the post at a young age."

"I did, I took up the post as soon as I graduated from my studies. I adopted Bronya just some time after it."

"Oh, so there is a school here."

"What? Did you expect we are so down in the drain that we can't even offer proper education to our citizens?"

"N-No! I'm sorry, I didn't mean that!"

"Hmph, we have all facilities any normal functioning city would. We just have too much ice all around."

"....And the Fragmentum Corrosion."

"Yes, looks like you saw that it has made its way into the city."

"I did, that's why we need to remove the Stellaron as quickly as possible...."

You again heard whisper and saw her turn away from you; this time, you tried to focus what it was saying to her.

"You are....wasting time....Put her....away...."

"I know....I'm just looking for the right moment...."

"She will....create problems...."

"Ma'am? Are you okay?" you called out to her in the middle of the conversation and she turned towards you with a distressed look on her face, almost as if she was in constant pain. 

"I'm fine. Is there more you want to talk about? Unlike you, I do need sleep to maintain my body."

"....What are these whispers that you hear?"

Cocolia was extremely shocked at your question and squinted her eyes into a glare, "What whispers are you talking about?"

"...The voice in your head, it's the Stellaron, isn't it?"

She glared even more and stood up, making you stand up as well and take a few steps away towards the door.

"Seems I underestimated you. You are much more perceptive than your companions."

"It has been talking to you since a young age, hasn't it?!"

"Silence! Do not question this further. Guards!"

She shouted and 2 Silvermane Guards immediately came inside the room with weapons.

"Put her in the prison, she is a traitor now!"

"Wait, listen to me! I know what it is and what you hear! It's controlling you! You are being brainwashed! Don't listen to it!"

You shouted as you fought with the guards, knocking them out one by one.

"The Stellaron won't save the planet! It only wants to destroy everything, it won't rebuild it the way it has shown you!"

"How dare you speak of the true God this way?! Our God has long abandoned us and this our only hope!"

"It isn't, it's going to destroy everything! Your home, your people, your daughter!"

Cocolia was suddenly taken aback and became silent before raising her arm and shouting, "I was going to wait until morning but....In the name of the Supreme Guardian, I hereby strip you of your freedom and beseech the highest degree of treason on you and your companions!"

You gritted your teeth and heard sound of fast approaching footsteps hence prepared to escape as quickly as possible.

"Please think about what I said. I promise to save you."

You ran out of the fort with hordes of guards behind you, you were soon surrounded by even more guards then heard Dan Heng and March coming towards you. They cleared a way for you and the three of you ran away together into the alley you had seen before.

"How did you both know where I was?!"

"We have been following you since you left the hotel." Dan Heng replied.

"That's right! Don't you dare abandon us and run away on your own like that ever again, Y/n!" March 7th followed in.

You eventually met up with Sampo again and followed him as he took you three away from the guards. Bronya had also caught up in the pursuit as you all reached the Underground and formed a temporary truce while looking for the Wildfire group. After you had left, Cocolia was in deep thought. The words you spoke resonated deeply with her and she pondered over her actions but the voice of the Stellaron soon plagued her again, sending her into the same torment she had been tolerating for years.

"Look what happened....she knew....It's your fault..."

"Shut up! She...she....she is right..."

"We showed you what we'll give you....you accepted it....You know the truth"

"When I finally had someone who understood me....you took them away...."

"Useless sentiments....it's your duty as the guardian to do this...."

Cocolia clenched her head then stood up, her resolution firm once again, "I know...it will all be over soon."

Upon making allies with the Wildfire group, you had been escorted to the Goethe Hotel in the Underground to rest. In the past few days, you had gathered a lot of information about the planet and Cocolia as a person. You talked to Bronya as she was the closest to her and found out more about her and how she had been ruling in recent times. All the things connected too well— she lost faith in the Preservation and started following the Stellaron as it promised a new world to her free from the disaster.

You were currently laying down on your bed at the hotel, thinking about your mission and about Cocolia. You did not want her to go down this path of ruin any longer, the times you heard her thoughts, you also sensed her pain and suffering. You could sense how much she had tried to resist it but she was only human, the continuous torment weighed on her too much. Just then, the whisper returned again and another dream flashed before you.

"I lost her....My wish, your so-called plan....What is the point of it all?" Cocolia barely spoke, her voice shaking from the constant despair she was facing.

"Your grief....sorrow....useless sentiments....abandon them all..."

"Silence! She is my daughter, my only....You soulless thing— how could you begin to fathom!? You will never understand....Never!"

"You did not lose her....She waits to be reunited with you on the other side."

"A new world...."

"Rise....guardian. Fulfill your destiny...Fulfill a mother's wish."

The voices finally stopped and you were on shaking by now, it felt too much to you. Her pain, sorrow, grief— everything was shared with you and made you scared, uncertain. How did she survive for so long with all that constant torment? How is she still carrying on her Guardian's Will? She was no frail woman but no ordinary human could tolerate such mental torture for so long.

"I need to do something quick. She's....dying, she's practically dying like this....Would she listen to Bronya? Maybe, I can try. They have ignored the Underworld for so long, now Bronya has seen it and she understands.....But, there needs to be something more concrete, she needs to be shown that the Amber Lord is still watching over them."

You had talked to Bronya soon after and explained her everything you had been experiencing, trying to make her understand how her mother had been suffering for such a long time all because she wanted to save the planet. Yet, your attempts had been in vain so far and here you were, at the battlefield of ice and snow, facing Cocolia in all her power.

You fought and struggled, trying to find a way to turn her over but her will was unshaken. The Stellaron gave her immense power, she awakened the Engine of Creation which created even more obstacles for you but you were determined. You were going to defeat the Stellaron and bring her back, there was no way you were going to leave her.

"If that thing is the Stellaron then....we need to weaken it to power her down." you thought while looking at the structure beside you that was radiating an eerie and powerful glow. You turned to face your comrades and called them near to explain your plan.

"Bronya, you said you heard the Stellaron there, right?" Bronya nodded. "Okay then, help me reach her up there and when I signal, all of you attack that structure with all your powers. You can't destroy it but we just need an opening for me."

Everyone was surprised at your proposition but agreed as they trusted your judgement, they readied themselves and assisted you as you navigated your way atop the Engine of Creation and be face to face with Cocolia again.

"You again....What a persistent little one you are."

"I promised to save you and make things right, I'm going to keep it!"

"Hmph, big words from a gullible Nameless! Only I understand that Stellaron is the true hope for this world, your name will be engraved on the foundation of the new world that the Stellaron has promised!"

She drew more of the Stellaron's power and transformed into a new form, complete with accessories made of ice and her body reflecting the galaxy. She summoned a lance and jumped at you, piercing you in the left side of your chest, very near to the heart. You gasped and were pushed back from the force but held yourself in place by holding onto the lance, she struggled and applied more force to thrust it deeper when you suddenly heard the whispers in your mind that were also in Cocolia's mind.

The whispers soon faded away and your mind went numb from the pain, you then found yourself in a place surrounded by nebulous stars, seemingly enveloped by an amber-colored destiny. A small child was in front of you who called itself the Guardian's Will, it spoke about the Supreme Guardian's duties and how it felt it had failed them since even the strongest minds could succumb to dark desires like this.

"We could not deny the will of the Stellaron after all...The Fragmentum had been expanding for the past 700 years. There is no faith nor wealth left for our successors...only despair. To see the home we vowed to preserved wither away....That in itself is torture. Not to mention the haunting whisper of temptation...." the child spoke.

"....Cocolia only did what she did to save the planet, your home. The Stellaron tormented her for awful long years, she has experienced so much pain and suffering all for the Will that she succeeded into. She felt she found a way, even if that way leads to destruction first but she saw paradise beyond it. That is why she succumbed, for her people, for humanity."

"....What are you implying, outsider? The day will come when even the strongest of wills cannot help but give in to such influence. It is only a matter of time before the Amber Lord forsakes us."

"I'm saying she needs to be guided again! She has a good heart and a strong will; she is a good mother and did her duties exceptionally all this time. You can't abandon her like this!"

"You wish to save her? You, a stranger, seek to bind your destiny to hers?"

"....I don't want to be a hero. I just want everyone to be well and happy, that includes her too."

"Hm, very well. Touch the light of the Amber, trailblazer. See if your will can attract their gaze."

You walked up to the shining fiery lance and proceeded to touch it, only to feel slightly burned by the intense heat. You remembered Cocolia's face and firmed yourself to be stronger, you were going to do this for her. You grasped the handle and pulled out the lance when you saw a faint imagery of a higher existence, the Amber Lord. At the same time, your consciousness was restored in your body and you found yourself at the same place like before.

You were tightly holding Cocolia's lance as it pierced you and she was unable to shake you off. You gasped and opened your eyes to look around then clenched her lance tighter, channeling fire through it which made Cocolia shocked and she tried to retract back but you reacted faster.

"Now! Everyone do it now!" you shouted as loudly as possible and at your command, everyone down below attacked the Stellaron with all their strength. Cocolia felt her power weaken for a few moments and held her head, that's when you established a connection with her and showed her what you had previously seen.

"Look, Cocolia! The Amber Lord! He's still there, the Will of the Preservation lives on! Don't listen to the Stellaron anymore!!"

Cocolia heard your words loud and clear, she found herself in the place you were at earlier and gazed at the Amber Lord for a brief moment. Her body trembled at its presence and she kneeled down in horror, trying to grasp the situation. However, this is as long as you had. The Stellaron repelled your allies and established its connection with Cocolia again, causing you to be pushed back with the lance still pierced in your body.

You both fell down to the platform below where everyone else was and pulled out the lance with all force you had and it soon turned into a weapon of fire; at the same time, Cocolia turned back to her normal form and was struggling very hard against the Stellaron's impending influence. Dan Heng and Bronya helped you stand up and watched as Cocolia struggled around, kneeling down and holding her head.

"Out of my way!" you shouted and ran up to Cocolia to hold her, the Stellaron was not letting her go and continued feeding its powers to her.

"The Fragmentum Corrosion will overwhelm her if this goes on!"

You thought hard and fast, time was running out. Cocolia now clenched her chest as a light started glowing around it and for the first time, she uttered her plea, her cry for help with a trembling and pained voice.

"H-H....Help....Please....I don't w-w....want to...."

You were caught by surprise then firmly held her shoulders and made your decision, this was the only way you could think of. You leaned forward and connected your lips to her, her body immediately stopping at the sudden contact. You heard gasps of surprise from behind you, not surprising but you had no time to care for them. You connected with the Stellaron that was powering her and channeled your own energy to overpower it.

"Get out! Leave her alone!"

The moment lasted for a short while, the Stellaron had left its control over her and you released the kiss. You opened your eyes and gazed into her teary yet gentle ones, clearly surprised by what you just did but she soon fainted in your arms before she could say anything. She clearly exhausted all her strength earlier but she was fine and breathing, that's all you cared about. 

Your companions walked around you as you picked up Cocolia in your arms bridal style and stood up. March was blushing and covering her face in excitement, she was ready to burst out any moment. Dan Heng had his usual stern expression; Seele was grinning in a weird way while Bronya seemed embarrassment but was the first to clear her throat and speak.

"Ahem, thank you for your help, all of you....especially you, Y/n."

"N-No, it's okay....Happy to help...."

Bronya smiled, "We can keep mother at the residence then discuss what to do from now on."

You nodded then looked at Dan Heng, "We have to inform Welt and Himeko to deal with the Stellaron now."

"I know, I already did that. They'll be here soon. Now that the Stellaron is sealed, the Eternal Freeze will slowly recede. The Fragmentum won't aggressively expand anymore, but nor will it disappear. Jarilo-VI has a chance to return to life, but it will take time..."

You smiled then looked at Bronya and Seele, "I'm sure they'll handle it."

Exchanging nods of agreement, you proceeded to go to Qlipoth Fort to place Cocolia in her room and let her rest. The guards were ready to attack you but seeing you carry Cocolia that way made them retract back and wait for further orders. An eventful day finally came to an end, you went to the Underworld and explained the situation to them as discussed with Bronya until Cocolia awakens so you can further decide what to do.

It seems your expedition had come to an end, now it was in the hands of the people of Belobog to take it from here. You spent the day bidding farewell to all your companions before you finally returned to the Astral Express to continue your journey. You had wished to meet Cocolia one last time before leaving but it seems that was not quite possible, nobody knew when she would wake up and you were to leave as soon as possible.

It was the morning of next day, you woke up to find messages from Bronya telling you that Cocolia had woken up and was asking to see you. Surprised yet relieved, you informed Himeko and excused yourself to go to Qlipoth Fort since you had time, the train was scheduled to depart in the afternoon. You were escorted to Cocolia's chamber, the same one from earlier. You saw her sitting on the edge of the bed and stand up as soon you entered, the two of you looking at each other shyly.

"Uh...do sit down, Y/n. Would you like something to eat and drink?"

"Um, just a coffee is fine...."

Cocolia nodded with a smile and ordered her butler who soon served 2 cups of coffee to both of you. You sat upon the bed beside each other, finding it difficult to speak. All of a sudden, you felt nervous around her, you couldn't look her in the eye. You would feel your face heat up at her gaze and you'd stutter your words, almost appearing like a fool.

"....I heard everything from Bronya. And I do remember many things myself now that I have recovered sufficiently."

"I-I see...."

"It was all my fault....my weakness made everyone suffer so much...The people of the Underworld I neglected, my guards that I sacrificed with no remorse, the friendships I broke and....threatened my own daughter's life. I don't think I can ever forgive myself...."

You looked at her wide eyed then gently held her hand, causing her to face you. "Don't blame yourself this way, you only did what you felt was right for the planet, to save it. The Stellaron manipulated you, it's not your fault."

"....I couldn't resist it's influence. If I was strong enough and held on to the Preservation then none of this would have happened."

"Yet you tolerated the Stellaron's torment for so long, that's no ordinary feat. That shows how strong you are, for not breaking for so long. You have what it takes to bear the Guardian's Will, don't think you are undeserving."

"You...." Cocolia fumbled on her words, tears filling her eyes as she gazed at you and recalled all that you did.

"You had no reason to do all this yet you....went so far for me...."

"I...I didn't do much...."

"You did...You saved me and all of us....How can I ever repay you....?"

She came closer and cupped your face, gazing at you with love and causing you to blush. 

"D-Don't worry about those things....I just wanted everyone to be well and happy, that's all. I don't want anything in return."

Tears rolled down her cheeks which she wiped away then moved her hands towards your chest, "I'm sorry for hurting you. Does it still pain? Did I leave a scar?"

You smiled then moved your shirt down slightly, exposing some of your chest to show her.

"See? Everything is fine. I don't know how but the lance didn't pierce my skin at all, or maybe it did but I healed and I didn't even realize it...."

You chuckled and she smiled in return looking at you, you had unintentionally come very close to her face. Your eyes trailed over her exquisite features, her captivating violet eyes, long lashes and rosy red lips. She too was gazing at you the same way, your lips enrapturing her as she remembered what you had done the day before.

"I-I'm sorry for....k-kissing you that way yesterday. I stepped into your personal space without permission, it's the only way I could think of to get the Stellaron away from you....."

You blurted out an apology as sincere as you could, you were still overwhelmed by her presence. She squinted her eyes then suddenly held your face firmly, looking at you with determination.

"Then, you have permission now. Do anything....even more than just a kiss."

"W-What—?!"

Your words were blocked as she crashed her lips against yours, engaging in a gentle yet passionate kiss. A softness enveloped your lips instantly, her lips moving with yours in perfect harmony, as if they were made for each other. You felt blissful, a strange yet addicting feeling engulfed you. She was slow and gentle, savoring the feeling and taste of your lips and you of hers. 

Your hands settled on her waist and subconsciously pulled her closer, her body pressed against yours as she pushed you back by your shoulders, making you lean on your elbows. She was practically all over you, capturing you within herself in every way. She was already occupying your mind for days and at this moment, she had your body wrapped around herself as well.

"Aaah~ Mhmm....Y-Y/n~"

She muffled out moans of your name, her tongue swiped your lower lip and you naturally let her in, almost too eagerly in some way. The kiss became rougher as you continued, her tongue swirled with yours in exquisite rhythm. Your hands crawled around her back, sliding into the hip windows of her dress before she finally stopped and abruptly pulled away. Flushed, she straddled your waist and you quickly removed your hands from her body.

"I-I'm so-"

"Ssh~ Don't be, don't you dare be." she placed her finger on your lip, effectively stopping you from uttering the wrong phrase.

She took a moment to compose herself, breathing in and out a few times before shyly looking away.

"Are you sure you want to do this with someone like me....? Y-You know I'm not exactly considered young now, you might want someone your age. Not to mention, all the heinous things I did....I'm not really desirable."

"....I didn't think of those but....I could say the same things. You would be better with someone your age; I have no experience in this so I may not be able to satisfy you. I don't consider myself attractive either, nobody really compliments me for my looks—"

"That's not true! You are really adorable!"

Cocolia exclaimed and held your face, leaning down near you.

"I had found you cute the first time we met; I didn't express it but I really did think that."

Your eyes widened in surprise then you extended you hand towards her face, "What a coincidence. I had found you very beautiful at that time too, I didn't even think about your age. I was just...instantly captivated."

Her face flushed even more; you could look at this adorable expression all day.

"Does that mean you....liked me since then?"

"....I did. I didn't realize it back then but now I do. I really like you."

You spoke honestly, not wanting to hide your feelings any longer. You expected her to be surprised— which she was— but not for long. She instead smiled and gently pecked your lips, "....I like you too. And I want to show my gratitude for all that you did, will you let me?"

There was no need for that but you didn't deny her, you felt this was the only time you could be together like this. Nobody knew how long it would be when you'd return to this planet, and nobody knew how she would change in that time. You had yearned to hold her, feel her and if she was willing as well then there was no greater joy for you.

You both sat up and she proceeded to untie her hair, letting them freely flow before taking off your jacket and t-shirt. She caressed the same spot on your chest as before, possibly still feeling guilty about what she did. She then leaned in and placed soft kisses on the spot, feather like kisses that felt comforting and sent shivers in your body. She moved to your neck and planted more kisses, along with licking and biting at some spots.

"I'll give you a good time. Do tell me if there's something you don't like, I don't want to do something wrong that would....make you hate me." she whispered in your ear while kissing the lobe, her warm breath tickling you and making you squirm in place.

"D-Don't worry, I trust you....I won't hate you, ever."

She smiled in contentment then pushed you down before sliding off her down clothes, her ample breasts displayed in front of your eyes. She sensed your gaze was fixated on her chest, she then leaned down and laced your palms together, fingers interlocking while she initiated a passionate kiss. She seemed to be cautious, considerate that it was your first time. And possibly, she didn't want to hurt you in any form, you were the only one who still loved her this way.

Tears formed in her eyes as you kissed, she became uncontrollable now. She knew things would never be the same with her people, her daughter. She'd most likely be punished once she steps outside this room, and once everyone knew the truth then nobody would ever look up to her the same way again. She released your palms and instead held your face, her lips trembling but she didn't want to part from the kiss.

"I-I'm sorry....really sorry. And thank you....thank you very much...." she mumbled while ghosting over your lips, you felt disheartened and wrapped your arms around her to hold her close. She then started kissing you passionately again, roughly moving her lips with yours. The uncertainty and despair in her mind were reflected in her love, she was desperate and needy but also careful and gentle. 

Before long, her hand slid down to your pants and slipped underneath, making you groan in surprise. She released the kiss to let you breathe, both of you panting while gazing at each other. She crawled down unbuttoned your pants and removed them, leaving you in just your underwear. Your face flushed as she stared at your naked self, but she gave an assuring smile before planting kisses on your stomach.

"You are really cute, Y/n. Your reactions are adorable and I want to see them more~"

You blushed even more and averted your gaze, too embarrassed by her words. She chuckled then gently moved your face up front again and pecking your lips.

"Don't be shy, let me look at you. I want to engrave all your expressions in my mind~"

You slowly nodded then she slid her hand under your panties, gently caressing your folds. Her face buried in your shoulder, lips right near the ear as she whispered sweet praises and encouragement while rubbing your clit. You shuddered; her fingers were slightly cold yet felt so good. Her sweet voice didn't stop mumbling at all, at some point you couldn't make out anymore what she was saying because your mind was hazy from the way her fingers moved.

She gathered your juices and thrusted in, delicately at first to let you get used to and find your sensitive spots. She kept note of your reactions profoundly, she wanted this to be perfect. The jerk of your legs and moans spilling from your lips whenever she touched that one spot gave her all the assurance, your breathing became ragged as she fastened her pace now. She inserted another finger seeing how wet you were and it gave her confidence, confidence that she was doing good.

You bit your lip as you tried to stifle your moans but she instead held it in her teeth to make you release, an indication that she wanted you to let it out as much as you wanted. The action sent you over the edge and she didn't miss that, your walls contracted on her fingers and she started thrusting faster now. Incoherent moans and gasps left your mouth and she relished those.

Cocolia was also strangely quite....motherly during the whole act. She was continuously praising you, encouraging you, telling you how adorable you were. You felt like being pampered, not that you were against it. Perhaps it was in her nature, intentionally or not. She kissed your cheeks before burying herself in your shoulder again, you clenched the bedsheet as you felt your high approaching soon.

"Cumming? Let it out, sweetheart~"

Adding that nickname was the last thing you needed, you had no restraint now. You arched back and released all over her fingers, your eyes shut tight and a loud moan echoing in the room. She smiled and gazed at your panting self before taking out her fingers, coated with your juices. What followed was something even more arousing to you— she licked all your juices from her fingers, not missing a single drop and cleaning it completely. You swear you almost came again watching that sight.

"How sweet....just like you~"

She slurred on her words; oh, how irresistible the sight was.

"Was it good? Something you didn't like or would prefer?" she questioned with sincerity. Even though it was clear how much you liked it, she wanted to be sure.

You smiled and nodded then sat up, she smiled back and was about to lean closer but you suddenly turned over and placed her on the bed instead, straddling her now. She was extremely surprised yet aroused, your eyes glinted with an insatiable desire while gazing at her. She felt like burning at your intense gaze, rubbing her legs together and face turning redder. She was likely not expecting this from you but she couldn't be more ready.

"You said you wanted to show your gratitude through this. Then....I want to show my love, and the fact that I will always support you and be there for you. I know you are feeling very distressed over what happened, you are blaming yourself too much for it all. I-I know it may seem like empty words considering I won't be here but—"

Cocolia quickly pulled you down and crashed your lips onto hers, preventing you from speaking further.

"Don't say more, don't...." you smiled then she pulled you down and hugged you, your head enveloped between her boobs while she caressed your hair. 

You blushed and moved your hands to cup her breasts and knead them, soft gasps leaving her mouth. You attached your mouth to her nipple and flicked your tongue, her chest instantly heaving and back arching as she gasped out. You swirled your tongue around the hardened bud while pinching the other one, she was holding you close the whole time, almost hugging you like a baby.

You sucked on her nipple then released it with a pop, continuing to plant kisses down her stomach until you reached her core. You spread her legs making her shiver in anticipation, she was already so wet, clearly inviting you. Her scent engulfed your senses, you pecked her clit and she instantly cried out then attempted to close her legs but you held them open. You then smirked and wrapped your lips around the sensitive clit, licking long strips over it before sucking.

Her head flew back and fingers intertwined in your hair, her hips jerked up and she moaned out loudly. "Aaah~ Y-Y/n.....More....Hahn!~"

You complied and sucked on her clit harder before licking her walls and inserting your tongue inside, your thumb was playing with her bud while you scissored your tongue inside her spongy hot walls. Juices flowed down as her grip in your hair tightened, you could feel her move her hips on her own as your tongue thrusted in and out. 

Cocolia cried out and moaned feverishly, messy whines accompanied by incoherent words filled the room. Her thighs enclosed around your face giving you the chance to raise her body up and go deeper with your tongue, that had her undone soon enough. She pulled you closer in and you religiously ate her out, taking a moment to look at her face which was drowned in pleasure and laced with sweat.

"Y/n! Cumming!~ I'm cumming! Aaaaaahn!~"

She released her sweet and addicting juices over your tongue and you delightedly drank them, savoring the taste. You put her legs down and gazed at her panting self, she smiled and extended her arms for you to come in and hug her, wrapping her whole body around you and holding you contently.

"You said it's your first time but that was really good, didn't seem like you were inexperienced at all." she mused, kissing your forehead.

"Really? I'm glad then."

You raised yourself up and gently kissed her lips, gazing at each other for a while before you crawled back again and settled yourself between her legs. She was confused for a moment but soon understood what you were doing as you intertwined your legs with hers, making a scissor formatting. She flushed with excitement and embarrassment, she didn't expect this from you but she would be lying if she said she didn't want this.

You came closer and slowly rubbed your clits together, an electrical feeling going through both of you. She watched you from beneath as you groaned and whined, picking up the pace and finding the right rhythm. You too watched her from above, her boobs jiggling with your thrusts and her eyes glimmering dark with hunger. 

You planted your hands beside her and leaned down more before vigorously rubbing against her. You moaned in unison, your clits rolling with ease due to your juices coating one another. Her own hips began rolling upwards while her hands wrapped around your back and clenched your skin, nails digging in and leaving marks. 

"Mhmmm~ Faster Y/n! M-More!~"

She shamelessly whined, her clit is hard and throbbing, wet with arousal. You could see her body tremble and how she wriggled with the tension building in her stomach. She looked like an absolute goddess, a queen, so needy for you. Her head flew back and she wailed in pleasure before biting on your shoulder to stifle her moans, you hissed as you felt her teeth sink in and suck on your skin. You were sure a bright mark would be left, not that you minded it. If anything, you wanted her to leave more such marks.

You rutted your hips faster and so did she, your cunts were wet and messy with each other's juices, she squealed and jerked up as she came all over your cunt. You wanted to continue more and take in more of her heavenly expressions but you soon approached your own release as well and came over her. Both of you crying out in pleasure together then you fell atop her and she lovingly held you close, planting soft and sweet kisses on your shoulder and face.

Sometime later, you were lying down beside each other under the sheets. Your face was nestled comfortably on her chest while she ran her fingers through your hair and hummed softly. Both of you felt at peace and were comfortable, your arm wrapped over her waist and she occasionally planted kisses on your head.

"Y/n, I wanted to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"I....I have decided to give up the position of Supreme Guardian."

You were taken by surprise and looked up at her, "Why? Are you still—"

"No, that's not it. I feel it's the right time. It's true what I did is also weighing on me and the judgement panel will likely strip it off me anyways but....I do feel I should give it now. Bronya is more than capable, she has even seen how the Underworld is and I trust in her to make Belobog prosperous again. I don't want to hide the truth of what happened, it's okay if the people end up hating me. It's their right and I deserve it. I will accept whatever punishment is bestowed upon me and wish Belobog a happy future with their new leader."

"Cocolia....are you sure?"

"I am, and you gave me the courage for it. I'm okay with this...."

You slowly nodded as you knew she has made this decision with all her heart and there likely is no other way. You thought for a moment then an idea came to you which you weren't sure of saying but firmed yourself.

"Then, I have a suggestion."

"Hm? What is it?"

"Come with me, aboard the Astral Express. Become one of us, we'll travel together and stay with each other. I'm sure the crew will listen if I insist and I know they don't hate you, they will accept you."

Her eyes widened in shock and she wasn't sure of what to say, "Y/n....I appreciate your offer but....I can't leave Bronya alone. I can't make her bear the responsibility and just leave without offering any aid...."

"You can. You just said she's more than capable. And she has many people by her side, there's Seele, Serval, Gepard, all the people of the Underworld— I know she will be able to handle."

Cocolia thought for some time then nodded, "Alright, I'll see what I can do after the judgement. Will you wait for me until then?"

You smiled, "Of course, I will. I have anyways delayed our time of departure so might as well stay a bit more~"

"Did you not inform them?"

"I did— but I didn't foresee doing this before coming here, you know?~"

You teased making her giggle and peck your lips before holding you closely again. Time came to pass and you were back at the Express and explained the situation to everyone. Welt scolded you for leaving like that without any information while Himeko calmed the situation and accepted your request. More time passed and you heard the door of the train open, a visitor coming in.

You went to check in the lobby and found none other than Cocolia standing there with a bag in her hand, she smiled looking at you then spoke. 

"May I come aboard the Astral Express and travel with everyone?"

She said intently and you smiled widely then lunged into her arms, tightly hugging her with happiness. 

"I wish to stay with you from now on, Y/n...." she whispered while hugging you and you happily nodded. No matter where the journey was going to go from here, you were glad to have the woman you love beside you during it.

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THE PERFECT DAY. 🤍

Summary: Ivory takes her friends out for their birthday, planning every detail to ensure they have the most amazing day. She goes above and beyond to make sure it's perfect, filled with fun activities and special moments they'll never forget.

(A/n: this is heavily based during fall/winter time I have extreme holiday fever and I seen an edit the other day, this just feels perfect. Just a birthday appreciation post.)

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Sturniolos x fem!reader bsf

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“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel! I hope you’re all having such a beautiful day. If I have new audiences, my name is Ivory.” Speaking into your vlog channel, you greet your subscribers with a soft smile, your eyes sparkling with excitement. Finishing your intro, you clap your hands together enthusiastically. Today was a special day, and you had meticulously planned every detail to make it perfect for the boys' birthday. “So, my three boys are turning 21 today, and I have such spectacular plans for us all. I’m so excited for this!” Glancing off to the side, your eyes catch the clock hanging on the wall, reminding you of your schedule.

You planned to take the boys out for a delightful breakfast first, and after some quick research on your phone, you decided on IHOP, a favorite for its delicious pancakes and warm atmosphere. “Okay, so I’m gonna get ready. I’ve already showered, and now I need to do my makeup and hair, then get dressed.” Pausing the camera, you walk over to your pristine white vanity, grabbing your makeup clips to pin your hair back. As you film the process of doing your makeup, you start chatting about some of the recent events in your life, catching your viewers up on the little moments they might have missed. Your hands move skillfully, applying foundation, eyeshadow, and mascara, transforming your look. Then, you transition to styling your hair, sharing tips and tricks along the way, making your viewers feel like they are right there with you, part of your exciting day.

Walking to your closet you grab the outfit you decided on the night before, quickly getting dressed you slip it on. Due to the chilly fall weather you decided this was a cute and safe option.

Getting in my car, I place the gift bags down in the back. Turning on my cozy playlist, I start the car and continue talking to my camera as I pull out of the driveway, making my way to the Sturniolos' house. After a 20-minute drive, I pull into their driveway and text Nick to let him know I’m outside. Shortly after, I see three familiar faces walking towards my car. Smiling softly, I unlock the car. Chris gets in the passenger seat, Matt behind him, and Nick in the middle. Turning towards them with a bright smile, I exclaim, “Happy birthday, guys! This is amazing.” I pull them all into a hug, hearing thank-yous being tossed around.

“I have gifts for you guys. Nick, can you hand me those bags by your feet to the left?” Grabbing the bags from his hands, I begin to read the name tags and hand them to the owners. Watching them and capturing the moments on my vlog, I giggle at all the excitement floating around in the car. I had gifted the boys tickets to see an upcoming Lakers game in the winter. “Shut the front door,” Nick exclaims loudly with a gasp. Laughing again, I look at their faces, watching as they look at me in shock.

“So, guys, it’s around 9:40 right now, and I’m about to take the boys to our first location of the day,” I say, turning to look out my window while fixing my hair out of habit. “Any guesses?” I ask the boys. “Dude, it could literally be anywhere. I don’t care, I’m just fucking starving,” Chris says seriously, looking at the camera. “Same,” Matt quickly chimes in. “Well, I personally wouldn’t say anywhere because that’s a damn stretch, but...” Nick jokes while side-eyeing the boys. Giggling at their jokes, I begin driving, making small talk with the boys here and there. “Table for 4?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Okay, follow me.”

Getting seated by the window, I pull out my phone to capture the stunning autumn scenery outside. The leaves, in shades of red, orange, and gold, create a picturesque backdrop that I can't resist photographing. Glancing over the menu, we all quickly agree on the same delicious choice: pumpkin spice pancakes topped with rich icing and a sprinkle of cinnamon sugar.

As I sip on my warm, aromatic coffee, I find myself immersed in a lively conversation with the boys. Suddenly, Nick exclaims, “Wait, we look hella good! Take a pic.” He hands Matt his phone, and we pose for the camera. Nick, ever the goofball, flashes a peace sign and puckers his lips dramatically, while I smile brightly beside him.

After Matt snaps the picture, we huddle together to check it out. “Omg, that’s so cute!” I exclaim, feeling a wave of happiness as I look at the photo. The moment is perfectly captured, and I know it’s one I’ll treasure.

We all sat together, eating our food and laughing with each other. The atmosphere was filled with joy, and I cherished every moment with them. They always knew how to keep a smile on my face. After a good minute of eating and talking, we all headed back to the car, ready for our next adventure. I had planned to take the boys to a pumpkin patch where we could each pick out a pumpkin to carve tomorrow with their family.

Turning my body to face the boys, I announced, “Okay, so… this next activity is so mind-blowing. Are you ready? We are going to…” I paused for dramatic effect, looking at the camera with a big smile, “a pumpkin patch!” I waved my hands in the air enthusiastically, and Matt gasped. “Bro, I love you seriously. I love pumpkin patches.” His words warmed my heart, and I smiled back at him before turning to start driving. We all sang along to the music, laughing and smiling, enjoying the moment.

I had put a lot of time and effort into planning their special day, making sure it was perfect. The boys had helped me in so many ways, and I had so much love and appreciation for them. When I first began filming on YouTube at 16, I never imagined how much I would grow up online, sharing my stories and days with my viewers. I met the triplets four years ago and decided to film a car video with them. Initially, the fans were unsure about the idea of me joining their lives, but they soon realized I only intended to be their best friend, and that’s exactly what happened. I never had romantic feelings for any of them; they were my platonic soulmates, my boys, and they made me happy.

Pulling into the grassy area, I parked the car and got out, fixing my skirt as I did. We all began walking towards the pumpkin patch, marveling at the multiple rows of pumpkins in various colors. Each of us quickly found our perfect pumpkin and carried it back to the car, making sure to grab some baby ones too. The day was shaping up to be everything I hoped for and more.

The day had quickly passed as we went home back to my house to unwind for a bit. We had watched some movies and caught up on anything that happened recently. We had a dinner at my parents house in roughly 2 hours, after that I had the biggest plan of the night. The boys had told me how they always loved watching movies where families would go ice skating together. It sounded perfect for today. I had informed the boys parents and mine as well about the information for later. We would meet separately so the boys weren’t suspicious of anything. Changing my outfit I grabbed my purse meeting the boys outside.

"Hi mom, hi dad," I greeted warmly, pulling them both into a tight hug. After a moment, I stepped back to let them greet everyone else. I joined in helping set dinner up on the table, while Matt and Nick took care of the plates and glasses. Chris was deep in conversation with my mom about YouTube, excitedly sharing how well their channel was doing. I couldn't help but smile at their connection; it truly warmed my heart.

Once everything was ready, we all sat down at the table, joining hands to say grace. "I just want to say thank you for putting food on our table and blessing us with a new day. We are entirely blessed every day. We are wishing Nick, Matt, and Chris a very happy and special birthday." We all cheered, digging into our food and making small talk with each other. Dinner flew by quickly, and we all pitched in to clean up, ensuring the kitchen was spotless before we left.

We said our goodbyes and headed to my car, buckling our seatbelts. I started the engine and began driving to our final destination. "So, guys, we're coming to the end of our special night with just one more activity," I said, speaking to my vlog camera. I had made sure to capture videos and pictures of everything we did today so I could upload them later.

We sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and the soft music playing in the background. About six minutes away from our destination, Chris broke the silence. "Where are we even going?" he asked, turning to look at me. I just smiled and stayed silent, keeping the surprise.

The boys had always told me they wanted to experience ice skating with a big family, like they had seen in Hallmark movies. Today was perfect for that. As we finally arrived, I spotted my mom's car with Marylou's parked beside it. "Shut the fuck up, you did not," Chris exclaimed as we all exited the car, stretching our legs.

"So, to end the night off, I decided there was nothing more that could make this day perfect for you guys except this..." I said, turning to look at the ice rink, the lights twinkling in the night.

Turning to look at the boys, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. "Stop, I’m gonna cry. I love this and you so much," Nick said, wiping his tears before pulling me into a heartfelt hug. Embracing his warm body, I wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers up and down his back soothingly. Suddenly, I felt four more arms encircle us, realizing it was Matt and Chris joining in. We stayed there, wrapped up in each other, basking in the warmth and love we shared.

After a few moments, we slowly pulled away, and I smiled at them. Matt then pulled me into a separate hug, gently kissing my hair. "I love you, kid," he whispered, and I chuckled at the endearing nickname. "I love you too," I replied, feeling a deep sense of gratitude.

"And I love you too, maybe even more," Chris added, wrapping his arms around both Matt and me. The love and bond we shared felt unbreakable, making this moment truly unforgettable.

We skated for what felt like hours, just enjoying the time spent with our families and the people we loved most. I truly felt happy for myself and the triplets. As I smiled, replaying the moments in my head, I gathered myself together and skated towards them, ready to pose for the picture.

"Okay, on three say 'Let’s Trip!'" the volunteering man announced. "LET'S TRIP!" we all yelled in unison. The flash from the camera went off, and we all burst into laughter. I never thought I would have people like them in my life. Every day, I feel blessed to see them and talk to them.

As I looked around, I felt a deep sense of happiness, knowing I had created the perfect special day for my perfect special boys. The joy of being surrounded by such love and camaraderie made this moment unforgettable.

Tags- @its4lyric

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THEM!!!

[issdisgrace]

JEY USO NSFW ALPHABET

WARNINGS: Nsfw duh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

What Jey needs for aftercare is very much based on what you guys had done. But the one thing that never changes is Jey wanting to be held afterwards even if it’s just for a little bit.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jey’s favorite body part on himself is probably his arm. He likes how well defined they are and he thinks they looked good wrapped around your neck as pound into him. On you however Jey’s favorite body part is your dick. It’s just so big and fills him up. Just thinking about the mere sight of your dick has him drooling.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Jey prefers for you to cum inside of him but he doesn’t mind swallowing your cum either.

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jey has a breeding kink but he won’t admit it on his own volition so you’ll have to force it out of him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Your Jey’s first real boyfriend. He had a couple of “boyfriends” when he was in high school but it never went further than make outs and blowjobs. So when you first got together he had no clue what to do.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jey enjoys missionary and face down doggy.

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

Jey is normally serious during sex but on the rare occasion he’ll crack a joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Jey pubic hair is dark and thick. Which he always keeps well groomed wanting to look good for you at all times.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jey isn’t the most romantic person in the world during sex but he can be pretty romantic when he puts effort into it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jey doesn’t really feel the need to jerk off now that he has you. But sometimes when your busy and can’t lend a hand he’ll jerk off. And Sometimes he will record himself and send the video to you to show how needy he is for you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scent kink, daddy kink, impact play, degradation, man handling, praise, public and semi public

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jey straight up doesn’t care where you guys do it. As long as he’s getting his fix he’s fine.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your existence is enough to get Jey going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like anything dealing with blood.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Jey loves giving rather than receiving. Like he’s is unfairly good at giving head. But he doesn’t mind getting it on the occasion.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Jey prefers it rough and fast and he wouldn’t have it any other way. But once and a blue moon he likes it slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often)

Jey enjoys quickies and the convinces of them but also he hates them because he wants to take his time to feel all of you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Risk is no problem for Jey. He is willing to try anything at least once even if he he wouldn’t think he would enjoy it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Jey can go 6 rounds back to back with 5 to 10 minute break in between. And 2 or 3 rounds one after another with no breaks in between.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jey LOVES toys. He owns so many. He specially loves when you cum inside of him and the put a plug in him and force him to go about his day.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jey is a huge tease. Partly by nature but also because he hopes if he teases you enough you’ll take him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jey isn’t loud by all means but he isn’t exactly quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes being forced to watch himself in a mirror while you fuck him or jerk him off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5 inches soft, 6 1/2 hard, decent girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jey is horny like all the fucking time, no joke. He wants to be fucked at least once a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jey always gets a little sleepy after you guys have sex. But he’s usually good to go on but on rare occasions he does fall asleep afterwards.

[doctorjuvenile]

Things from WtA The Book of Hungry Names you should know pt. 2

pt. 1 here

I'm about to start my fourth playthrough lol

5. The coordinates Daphne sends you for investigating the Pattern Line are a real location in Northampton, Massachusetts.

> I’m willing to let you condescend to me if you’re willing to help me out CrestFolder180IQ Your terms are acceptable. CrestFolder180IQ Meet me at 42°25'50.3"N 72°40'49.3"W at 10:30 PM.

Right at the tip of this path. (sooo IRL Garou meetup when?)

6. By my best estimates, the game takes place over the course of 2022-2024.

Now, the game plays pretty loose with exact dates, and I'm sure the ambiguity is intended. What we know for sure though is that Book of Hungry Names takes place over two and a half years (from beginning to epilogue).

Nonetheless, because I'm obsessed, I'm basing my assumption off of some strong hints:

The game definitely takes place after the peak of the COVID-19 pandemic, since Stormcat literally refers to it once you're in the second half of the game (foreshadowing the Jigsaw Plague chapter)

Will Northampton be ground zero for the next pandemic? Even I do not know.

2) Honestly, my biggest clue here are the years Melodie and Harmonie graduated high school (2016 and 2013 respectively), and the fact that she is 23 when you retrieve her from Ashfield.

Harmonie Palys graduated Berkshire Regional High School in 2013. Her sister, Melodie, graduated in 2016.

Melodie, who is twenty-three, angrily sips her Kir Pamplemousse.

Going off of the North American education system (where I myself graduated high school in 2014, and am presently around 27 years old), and assuming no skipped or repeated years, Melodie should be about 25 by the game's epilogue, which must take place in 2024. Harmonie would be 28 if she were still alive today.

Working backwards, that means it's 2022 in the first half of the game (where Melodie is stated to be 23). The timeline just works perfectly.

3) In the second half of the game, Nin will "talk your ear off about the new Blood Ceremony album." The album (The Old Ways Remain) dropped in 2023, thus further perfectly fitting in with the 2022-2024 timeline.

7. Speaking of guessing character's ages, I have a good idea of the rest of them...

Elton: I tried guessing Elton's age and he's anywhere from 24-26 over the course of the game to 29-31. My clues here are how you can find a picture of him and Katherine in a newspaper after arriving in Northampton early on and researching in the library. The photo states he's 19, and the photo itself is "maybe five to ten years old."

...the picture is labeled "Linus Harrowman, 46, Elton Dey, 19, and Katherine Aslanian, 20, have opposed the Broad Brook expansion, which would--" Then it turns into a more randomized babble. The photo is in color, the newspaper maybe five or ten years old.

Player Character: I am certain your character starts the game at 20 years old. The ID Daphne gives you shows your real age, which is below the legal drinking age in the U.S. (i.e. 21), but by the time a year passes in-game, you are now able to drink legally.

[Early game:] To your considerable irritation, the birthdate on the ID is the same year as your real birthday, which means you can't get into most bars. [Second half of game, one year later:] Armed with your Massachusetts State ID that finally says you're 21...

You, Podge, and Nin: Regardless, the whole pack drinks together in the epilogue at the last Hog Throne show, implying your entire pack is now at least 21 (legal American drinking age). So by this point, I think PC is 22, and Podge and Nin are legally 21, meaning they would be about 19 or 20 at the start of the game.

8. Intelligence isn't just tied to your book-smarts or occult knowledge, it also influences whether you can catch pop cultural/musical references.

I mean, my first two characters (galliard/December and theurge/October) had good-to-excellent INT (3-5pts), so the text described Elton's Mezzanine shirt, Highlander halloween costume, Podge being dressed up as the girl from the "Everyday Is Like Sunday" music video, Nin's Sophie Scholl hoodie, etc all by name or direct reference.

But I noticed with my third ahroun (January) character, whom I deliberately kept at 1 INT the entire game, that she didn't catch ANY of that -- the Mezzanine t-shirt is a "white t-shirt with a black insect scrawled across half its surface," she thinks Elton is dressed as the Scarlet Pimpernel, that Nin is maybe wearing a hoodie with her own face on it, etc. (You can get some pretty funny extra dialogue out of being so clueless.)

This makes sense when you consider that your Academics and Intelligence tutor in this game is a badass art teacher who used to be in the '90s demoscene.

[rjthirsty]

Ikemen Princess Prologue

Based off the otome game Ikemen Prince, I've created an AU where the princes are (mostly) female, and MC is male. Several character names have been changed to suit their new gender (notes will be provided), and lore has been altered to work with the new setting and my accompanying headcanons.

Words: ~1.5k Tags: AU with Gender Changes, My First Long Fic, Chaptered, Scheduled Release A/N: You can find this and other chapters located on my ao3 account or on the Ikemen Princess Masterlist on my tumblr blog. Leanne = OG Leon.

Chapter Three: The Beast and the Beast

“If you really want to kick up a fuss, I’ll take you on. What do you say?” The mystery woman quirked a smirk, eyes narrowing at the drunk.

There was something about her that was larger than life, and the street grew quiet around her as all eyes were drawn to her. I slowly lowered my arms, realizing I wasn’t in immediate danger anymore. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, which she must have heard because she glanced over her shoulder at me and her amber eyes met mine. Suddenly I wasn’t able to draw air, my breath catching in my throat.

Wow… I have never seen anyone with so much presence! It’s like you dominate the scene just by existing!

Her gaze swept the crowd, the gaze of a predator looking for her next meal, and nobody wanted to meet it. Released from the hold of those hungry eyes on me, I managed to suck some air back into my lungs. The tension in the air continued to mount, she was clearly not someone you should pick a fight with, and everyone else had sensed it, too.

Well… ALMOST everyone.

Despite the fact that the drunk had let her casually lower his fist, he must have found his courage the moment her eyes weren’t pinning him to the spot anymore.

“You wanna fight me? Yeah? Let’s do it!” The drunkard leaned as he turned to face her rather than me.

Her eyes cut back to the man. “You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that,” she said with a grin growing on her lips.

I threw my hands up placatingly, “Wait, wait, wait! Can’t we find a peaceful way to resolve this?”

“Shuddup!” Mr. Belligerent yelled, swinging back his foot and angrily kicking at my fallen books, sending several of them flying. I watched in horror as they soared through the air, pages flapping wildly, before landing in the middle of the street. Of course, it had to be right as someone was riding a horse straight towards them.

If it had been any other day, the sight of the majestic white horse would have been a sight for sore eyes, but today the steed that showed no fear at something large landing directly in its path told me a lot about the temperament. Normal horses tended to spook, especially if they didn’t have blinders on. This wasn’t a normal horse. My eyes slid up the animal to the rider on its back, an aristocrat for sure. She was staring down at the books as she reined her horse in, her light blonde hair long enough to obscure her eyes, but not the downwards tilt of her head that proved she was looking at the books.

“Who would be so insolent?” It almost sounded like she was talking to herself as her piercing eyes lifted from the books. A gaze as cold as ice landed on the drunk and she demanded, “Was it you?”

Something ruthless glittered deep within that ice-blue stare, like a tiger catching sight of its prey. She wasn’t even looking at me, yet I was afraid to move, afraid even the slightest twitch would bring death pouncing down on me. The only thing I could move were my eyes in this overwhelming presence, and that’s when the crest on her saddle made my heart lurch.

Oh, shit. Oh no! You’re a member of the royal family?!

“Huh?! Who the hell d’ya think ya are? Stop sneerin’ at me!” Mr. Belligerent Drunk challenged the royal woman. His face was already red from the alcohol, but it was clear his anger caused it to flush darker and he began stomping on my books.

My jaw dropped, all of this was the most unexpected series of events. I was silently hoping that I could laugh about it all later, but at the moment I was half-frozen with fear as the situation continued to escalate.

“I hadn’t intended to participate in such a vulgar side show, but perhaps this is how one finds amusement at a festival?” The royal woman spoke with disdain, her hand reaching towards her hip where her sword was strapped.

The babble of the festival around me seemed to fade into silence. Wait. The cruelty in her eyes was as clear and sharp as her gaze, honed in on the root of the problem. The drunk wasn’t just a nuisance, he was a bug only worthy of being squashed beneath her boot. Wait– Don’t! Sunlight gleamed off the blade, almost blinding me, and before I knew what I was doing, I was moving.

I grabbed the drunk man who was throwing a tantrum and incurring the wrath of the beast on horseback by his shirt collar, which caused him to refocus his attention on me.

“Wha-?!”

He started to protest, but I didn’t let him get another sound out before I hurriedly hissed, “Pull yourself together!” And landed a slap on his face that brought a sting to my own hand.

To be fair, I didn’t intend to slap him that hard. I didn’t intend to slap him at all! At the last second I chickened out from a straight fist to the face because I thought it would end up hurting a lot more. I had never actually hit someone before, I had never been in a violent fight. But I had read about bruised knuckles and broken bones from hitting hard objects, and a skull was pretty hard.

I could feel people staring at me. Lots of people. But most of all, I could feel the gaze of two startled predators on me.

“What was that for?!” Mr. Drunk and Violent groaned as he brought his own hand up to his cheek. His eyes seemed to clear for a moment, pupils refocusing like he could see me for the first time that day.

“You need to. Calm. Down.” I choked, speaking in a hushed tone since I was finding it hard to raise my voice above a raspy stutter from the tightness in my throat. “Or do you want to get yourself killed over this?!” I thrusted my stinging hand towards the books at our feet, I then flung it in the direction of the royal woman, waving it frantically to indicate the crest on her saddle, and the sword she was gripping.

He followed my wild gesturing, and all the color drained from his face. It was clear I’d finally gotten through to him, and I puffed a quick sigh of relief. I let go of his collar and smoothed it out, then patted it, trying to come up with my next step, my eyes cast downwards and not daring to look the blonde woman in the eyes.

“I…” A squeak was all that really managed to escape my stress-constricted airway. I swallowed the hard lump, my mouth the driest desert, the lack of lubricant causing me to give a small cough to clear my throat. “I’m very sorry if we caused you any trouble.” I dared a glance up at her before continuing on. “I hope you can find some way to forgive and forget this incident.”

And my eyes were back on the ground, head slightly bent downward. I didn’t want to see the daggers in her eyes. Suddenly an idea struck me and I gasped a little, “Oh!”

I folded my arm in front of me, and the other behind me and bent myself at the waist to imitate what I’d imagined a proper bow would look like. I had no idea how to address royalty, but it wasn’t like I had ever had the chance. The best bet I had was the brief descriptions in books.

Without warning the amber-eyed woman burst out laughing, a loud, refreshing sound that cut straight through the tension. I was so wound up I nearly jumped out of my skin, but I could feel the mood in the air lightening immediately.

“Don’t worry, she’s not so petty that she’d actually kill someone over something like this.”

“Huh?” I gawked at the dark-haired woman. It sounded like she knew the blonde from the royal family.

“Are you done playing, Chevalier?” Another well-dressed woman appeared, shrugging smoothly as she reined in on her chestnut horse next to the white one.

“Yes,” Chevalier - the blonde royalty - said curtly. “This was a waste of my time.”

The tension began to seep out of me, until I realized Chevalier’s icy gaze was focused on my books, strewn across the ground.

“Are those books yours?”

“Yeah…” I answered cautiously, watching her warily.

She fell silent again, still staring intently at my books, and my breath hitched in my throat as her eyes narrowed.

What am I missing here? I couldn’t figure out where this was headed. The drunk’s tirade was over, I had apologized, and the dark-haired woman claimed Chevalier wasn’t the type to kill over something like this, yet she hadn’t moved on yet.

Her gaze moved suddenly from the books to me, pinning me to the spot, and I only distantly heard the woman next to her speak. “What now? Don’t tell me you’re in the mood for romance?”

“Romance is worthless, but–”

For the second time today, I made a very unmanly “eep” as her sword moved in a quick, fluid motion towards my throat. I held absolutely still, not even chancing a breath with the tip of her weapon hovering just shy of touching me.

But– why–

She used the flat of the blade to tilt my chin up, forcing me to look at her. “Those books are different. They’re worth more than you are. You’d do well to remember that.”

I wanted to ask ‘what the hell is wrong with you’ but I knew better than to question royalty. And I was keenly aware of the cold steel touching my skin. Instead I gave a faint nod, attempting to not shift my head too much while I relayed that I had heard her words, and the blade moved away from my throat at last.

I watched in stunned silence as she sheathed her sword and took up her reins again, urging her horse onwards. The woman astride the chestnut horse watched Chevalier for a moment, before nudging her own horse gently with her calves. But as she rode away, I saw her gaze move towards me, and I was startled by the bright amusement glittering in those golden eyes. 

The second they were both gone, I felt the tension inside me unraveling all at once, and I took a great, gasping breath. I felt strangely tingly and lightheaded, my nerves all firing at once to catch up with everything I had ignored during the tense events. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the drunkard sinking weakly to the ground.

I thought that was going to end really, really badly… and I’m so glad we’re all still alive.

“Seven hells…” I muttered, the world filtering back into existence around me. The crowd grew louder or my heartbeat grew quieter, I wasn’t entirely sure which. I felt the sun shining on me, warming my numb fingers and face. After several deep breaths, I turned to face the amber-eyed woman who had stepped in and been my savior.

“Thank you for helping us. I’m indebted to you– incredibly so. Would you mind if I asked your name?”

“It’s Leanne. And you can relax a little, I stepped in because I wanted to. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Er– well, thanks, Leanne.” We just looked at each other for several seconds before I slid my eyes away, growing uncomfortable from the silence. “Do you… know that woman? The one on the white horse?”

“Yeah,” she said as I saw her moving out of the corner of my eye, belatedly realizing she was gathering up my fallen books. “But we’ve never really talked that much. Here you go.”

“Ah! Oh, thank you!” I started turning the books over in my hands, inspecting them as I piled them under one arm. They were a little scuffed, but somehow they didn’t end up torn or badly damaged.

And a good thing too– I spent WAY too much money on these.

“You really like books, huh?”

“I love them! They’re usually way more interesting than the real world. Not so much today…” I trailed off as I turned to glance the way Chevalier and the other woman had rode off. Suddenly I recalled how this all started and I spun to look for the young boy who I had originally come to the aide of. He was still sitting on the ground, sniffling and curled up with his knees pulled towards his chest.

I crouched down to get on an equal level with the kid, Leanne doing the same, but it was her who spoke first.

“Hey, little guy, you okay?”

With attention back on him, a fresh set of tears started again. “Mama…” He sobbed.

“You’re lost, huh?” Leanne offered her hand. “Come with me, then.”

The boy’s watery eyes went to her hand. “Can–hic… Can you find… Mama?” He almost wailed again, but Leanne was quick to answer.

“Sure can! Let’s go find her together.” She smiled like warm sunshine and the little boy took up her hand. She helped him to his feet, then scooped him up and easily set the kid on her shoulders.

Wow, I don’t know what to say– you’re like an entirely different person now.

I was watching her, rising to stand as well. I was probably staring. The stalking lion was gone, her predator’s gaze now friendly and almost sweet somehow. Her gentle smile gave my heart a little flutter. Her entire presence was still larger than life, but it was comforting now and for some reason I felt the desire to stay near her.

“Umm, Mis’er?” The kid, now higher up than me, tentatively called to me. I finally stopped staring at Leanne and gave my attention to the little boy. “Thank you for helping me!”

Sweet kid.

I couldn’t help but smile up at him. “You’re welcome! And I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“Same goes for you,” Leanne said to me. “Now c’mon, buddy, let’s go.”

Before I could offer to help them search, Leanne was weaving through the crowd, her hand lifted in a casual wave. I’d have to thank her properly if I ever ran into her again, and she sure stands out, so I hope I’ll catch her again one day. I watched until they were out of sight and then I turned away, hugging my books to my chest as I made my way through the crowds.

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina's little acts of love

warnings: ooc chishiya, blood in arisu's, kuina mentions her mom being sick

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additional note: i write fics in advance and i'm like a full week out lmao if anyone sees this, i mean it when i say requests are open i love writing requests

gn! reader (no pronouns used)

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⋆｡°✩ chishiya

watching over you during games (word count 259)

“wait,” chishiya grabs your arm, pulling you back away from the beach’s exit. he pulls his wristband off, tossing it towards the air. instead of falling to the ground like you expected, it singes at contact of the forcefield before bouncing off. 

kuina steps forwards, leaning in. you can faintly see the grid of the forcefield blocking you from leaving around her. “the beach is the location of a game?”

your question is answered when an announcement rings out. “game: witch hunt. difficulty: ten of hearts.” you nervously glance at chishiya. fear spreads through you, keeping you rooted exactly where you stand. chishiya reaches over to grab your hand, pulling you along with him and kuina as you make your way back into the hotel lobby. a woman lays on the floor - dead. a knife sticks out of her chest. behind her is a table with stacks of phones and a sign that reads “one per person.” “rules: momoka inoue has been murdered. a ‘witch’ stabbed her in the chest with a knife. the witch is hiding among the members of the beach. the murder is a witch in title - it may be a man or a woman.  game clear: players find the witch and burn their wretched soul in the fire of judgment. game over: the witch survives for 120 minutes.”

panic spreads through the beach. it ripples through the crowd, infecting everyone. you watch as people rush to the table, grabbing phones and signing in. “chishiya,” you whisper. 

“we’ll be okay,” he squeezes your hand. “i promise.”

subtle pda (word count 217)

chishiya’s hand brushes against yours as he reaches for a packet of cookies. he smiles, passing it to you. “i love these.” 

you raise an eyebrow at him, watching as he grabs another packet before sitting down at one of the various tables in the cafeteria. you sit down next to him. chishiya moves a little closer so your shoulders touch. “we’re in a death game and you’re eating cookies?” 

“they’re good cookies,” chishiya shrugs, returning to watching the other players. they huddle around in a large group, taking turns nervously glancing around the room and saying each other’s symbols. “besides, heart games are based on betrayal. i don’t need to worry about that with you here.” 

you hum, accepting the cookie chishiya hands out for you. it’s not overly sweet in your mouth. the artificial vanilla tastes good. “i like them.” 

“i thought you would.”

chishiya reaches over, linking your pinky with his. you lean your head onto his shoulder, watching as kotoko nervously looks around before she grabs a packet of cookies. 

“i wonder who she’s looking for.” you whisper. 

you move your hand to fully hold chishiya’s, intertwining your fingers together. he squeezes your hand - a gentle reminder that you will make it out of the games. “i’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”

⋆｡°✩ arisu

letting you interrupt him while gaming pre-borderland au pretend he doesn't live with his dad lmao (word count 191)

“chota, cover me!” 

you can hear the familiar sound of gunshots and clicking from arisu’s console as you approach his room. you quietly open the door, stepping in and closing it behind you. you walk over to the bed at the side of the room, setting your bag down. 

arisu’s focus stays completely on the game. you watch him for a few seconds, waiting for the round to end. his shaggy hair nearly falls into his eyes. chunky gaming headphones cover his ears, blocking out any outside noise. his hands are fast as he switches between pressing the various buttons and toggling the switch. 

“shit,” arisu sighs, throwing his head back in defeat. he sets the controller down on the table. you take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder. arisu blushes, wrapping his arms around your waist. “babe?” 

”hm?” 

“is everything okay?” 

you nod, snuggling even closer into him. “just wanna be with you.” 

you can nearly feel the heat radiating from his face and ears. “okay,” arisu reaches around your body to grab the controller again. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

taking care of you (word count 255)

you press your hand against the cut on your shoulder, sitting on the cold metal table in the beach’s basement. arisu furrows his eyebrows, grabbing your hand away from your arm and towards him. hues of blue and purple decorate your wrist. “did you get hurt?” 

“oh, i hit my hand during a game.” you wince when arisu gently rubs the bruised area. “i didn’t notice during the game. it was really dark out.” 

“does it hurt?” 

“not much. it stings when you touch it.” 

“stay here,” he murmurs. you watch as he starts rummaging through a few cabinets. he pulls out gauze, a bandage, and an ice pack, setting them on the table beside you. he presses the ice against your wrist. “hold this.” you comply, silently watching as he pulls your jacket down your shoulder and presses the gauze against the cut. “sorry,” he whispers when you hiss at the pressure. “i’m sorry.” 

“it’s fine,” you shift, trying to relax your muscles. “just wasn’t expecting it to burn.” 

you fall into a comfortable silence as arisu continues working, cleaning the wound on your shoulder. “i don’t think it needs stitches,” he murmurs. 

“that’s good.” his hands are gentle when he presses the bandage against, watching so the blood doesn’t seep through it. 

“thanks for taking care of me.”

“you don’t need to thank me,” he says, pulling your jacket back up over your shoulder. “i love you. i just want you to be okay.” 

“as long as you’re with me i always am.” 

⋆｡°✩ kuina

constantly touching you (word count 158)

the water is cold as you sit next to kuina, dunking your feet into the pool. “hi baby,” she smiles, reaching over to grab your hand. the beach is nearly empty, most of it’s members busy playing games. only a few people remain, standing around and talking amongst themselves. 

it’s a warm summer’s night. the stars are barely visible in the sky above you. kuina leans against your shoulder, almost curling into your side. you wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. “it’s nice out,” you whisper. 

“it’s so peaceful,” kuina hums. “i wish it was like this more often.” 

you rub your hand against her back. “when we get back, i’ll take you stargazing.” 

she shifts to look up at you. “yeah?” 

“yeah. we’ll be sappy and make smores and fall asleep together under the stars.” 

kuina leans up to press a kiss against your cheek, fully leaning against your chest. “i can’t wait.” 

confiding in you (word count 284)

the sun is hot as it beams down on you. you trudge through the empty tokyo streets next to kuina. “we’re not really looking for chishiya, are we?” you ask. 

“we are…” she trails off, staring down at her feet. you sigh, stopping. 

“come on, there’s a grocery store over there. let’s find some water. take a break.” kuina nods, following you into the store. to your surprise, the automatic doors slide open as soon as you approach. you make your way to the back of the store, opening the doors and pulling out two bottles of water. they feel warm in your hand as you hand one to kuina, sitting down on the floor. she pulls a crate over to sit across from you, setting her bag on the floor beside you. 

you sit in silence for a few minutes. despite the lack of air conditioning, the reprieve from the unforgiving sun feels good. you set your now half-empty bottle of water aside, leaning back against the wall. you keep your voice low when you break the silence. “what are we really out here for?” 

kuina sighs, setting her own bottle down. “there’s a hospital around shibuya i’m looking for.” 

“do you need something?” 

“no, it’s nothing like that.” she pauses before continuing. “my mom got sick about a year ago. she’s being treated around here. i wanted to see if i could find her old room.” 

“is it close by?” 

“it should only be a few more blocks.” 

you finish off the rest of your water before standing up. kuina looks up at you confused when you hold a hand out for her. “let’s go find her room.” 

“really?” 

you nod. “really.” 

[thoughtsandbones]

Time for Tea?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, self harm scars, scars, fluff, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Across the Spider-Verse playlist basically only Spotify

Word count: It's long... sorry, not sorry.

A/N: Flashbacks are getting messed up when I am indenting them and I am getting lots of errors when publishing the work, please bare with some mistakes and spelling issues.

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9 and PART 10

Part 11

<CUE FLASHBACK> Siberia, Russia, October 12 2010 Day 3- The storm was making it difficult to see where you were going; the harsh sharp wind was piercing through your morf snood, cold needles prick your skin. You breathe out, the moisture cooling the cold around your mouth. "Yer drifting right Blue, come to your left a bit" The Captain said over the radio Looking over to your left you could no longer make out the silhouette of the Captain. "Copy Cap" You say back and change your direction walking left, you see the outline of the Captain emerge. "Stick close, we are nearly there" He said over the radio again "Yes sir" Both of you walked, slightly crouched. The storm bringing in snow, being the perfect cover for the two soldiers infiltrating the base. Up ahead you see barbed wire fencing appear, the silhouette of the buildings of the base coming into view. The Captain puts his hand up, signalling you to stop, you do so. "Here we are Blue" He says "Hanger on the right hand-side of the tarmac Cap?" you say "Aye, make our way through to the left and head to the tarmac where the MiGs are." "Copy Cap" The Captain crouched down, looking left and right, and you followed him "Blue, yer nervous?" The Captain says You look at the back of his head, he doesn't turn, because you know he's looking on the look out. "Staying focused Cap" You respond, trying to keep a cool demeanour. "It's alrigh' to be nervous" The Captain teased "Nervousness produces adrenaline, which is keeping me on high alert for any Russians sir" The Captain chuckled through the radio "Aye, yer nervous" he said "Yer got me, so yer'll good" The Captain added You laugh back "Aye Cap" you mimic his Scottish accent which earned another chuckle over the radio.

"This is Major Perov! Come up with your hands...."

The hiss of that memory electrified your whole body awake. Hot sweats lathered your body, your baggy t-shirt clung to your back and chest making those parts of your t-shirt damp. You can smell the sweat coming off you as you turn to lie on your front.

Not another dream like that again You think, groaning into the pillow. The sticky sweat had seeped through your t-shirt and onto the bed. Running your hand through your hair and down the nape of neck, you could feel the droplets resting on the surface of your skin as they were squashed against your fingertips.

Gross

Getting up, you sit crossed legged on the bed, the sweat on your body going from hot to cold. You shiver. Grabbing the duvet you wrap it around you. You feel the cold within your marrow.

You grab your phone. It was 3:46am. Laying back down on the bed all snuggled with your blanket and sweat ridden shirt. Pondering at the thought of going back to sleep. The bad odour coming off you made you abandon the thought.

Unraveling yourself from the blanket you head to the bathroom, turning the shower on and wait for it to get warm. Taking off your shirt, still damp with sweat and chucking it in the laundry basket. Catching your naked body briefly in the mirror.

Your torso a lighter shade of brown than your arms and neck. You turn your body admiring the right side of your arm and shoulder, flexing the muscles under the skin. The bullet scar curved over the top of your shoulder, the black humerus bone tattoo standing out. These markings make you, you.

The mirror began to steam up from the heat of the shower, stepping in, bracing yourself for the onslaught of hot water droplets that somehow pierced into your skin and warmed your bones directly.

Once you dried yourself and got ready it was 4:26 am, you were hungry but the mess hall wouldn't be open. Price did say he had a small kitchenette next to his office you could use. In your second drawer you grab a mug along with a small bag that contained your emergency stash of tea, sugar and milk sachets. You hoped Price would have fresh milk and tea, but you brought yours just in case.

You put on a black hoodie over your clean grey shirt that was tucked in your black joggers, trying to keep you warm, and your trainers, walking out with your mug, whilst stuffing the your home tea kit in the large pocket of your hoodie.

Damp strands of hair clung to your face as you walked to the kitchenette, putting your AirPods and playing music to drown out of the echo of your dream.

Meanwhile in Price's kitchenette/break room, Simon sat on the sofa, head laying back with a cup of chamomile and lavender tea, it was the smell of this brewed tea that helped calm him from another restless night, he held the mug close to his chest, giving warmth to his heart.

The steam from the mug drifted to his naked face, his mask hitched above his brows. He brought the mug to his lips and took a sip of the tea, savouring the warm bitterness of the lavender and sweetness of the honey. His ears perked at the sound of approaching footsteps outside the break room, he quickly pulled his mask down his face with his left hand, holding his mug steady with his right.

The doorknob turned and the door opened. There you walked in, your long damp brown hair reflecting in the dim light, you did not turn the light on.

Ghost froze, he had not expected you to come here, especially at this time in the morning. He watched as you headed over to the kettle and placing your hand on it's side.

The kettle was warm, it had just been used, and someone was in here, as you heard movement come from behind you.

Price? You think and then turning around expecting to see a grinning gentlemen.

Nope. It was the masked menace, Ghost, sitting on the sofa, holding a mug of tea. Through the little natural light that lit the room, you could make out his blue eyed-balls widening at you.

"Morning Lieutenant." You say turning back round, and switching the kettle on.

"Mornin' Doc" Ghost gruffed, he cleared his throat. He watched as you took out a bag from your black hoodie, and take out a Tetley tea bag along with a spoon. You didn't even flinch.

Tetley girl eh? Ghost thought gazing down you, wearing black joggers. His eyes went back to your brown hair draped over your shoulders, some parts still damp.

The kettle began to shake as the water within boiled. You placed the string around the handle of the mug and plopped the tea bag into the mug. The kettle boiled as the switched flipped up. Waiting a few seconds then pouring the water into the mug, watching the colourless water become seeped with dark amber.

"Is there milk in the fridge that I can use?" You ask, your back still facing away from Ghost.

"Yeah, blue top on the bottom shelf" Ghost says watching as you move to the fridge

"Thanks" You say, opening the door and grabbing the milk.

Ghost watched as you set his pint of milk next to your mug, you stirred the teabag with a spoon you brought out from the little bag. You take out a sugar sachet, ripping it and placing its contents in the mug, then swirling the tea. He watches as you squeeze the teabag against the side of the mug and toss it in the open bin. You take his milk and pour a dash of it in, stirring the contents, you add a bit more.

Ghost wondered how milky you liked your tea...

You screw the cap back on and then put it in the fridge, grabbing your mug you sit on one of the four chairs surrounding a small square table, where you place your mug of tea. You look over your shoulder and see Ghost still staring at you. Looking down at your wrist, noticing you forgot to put your watch on so you couldn't count the seconds of how long he was staring at you this morning. You let out a sigh, delving back into the music that sprang from your earphones.

Ghost diverted his gaze back to his mug. He then watched you take a sip of tea in the corner of his eye. He looked back down at his tea, the mugs warmth bringing him a sort of comfort as you sat there. Ghost noticed you move your left arm up, like a magnet his eyes were drawn to your movements, you pushed you hair back, he noticed you had those wireless ear buds in, he scanned your body noticing your left leg resting on the chair opposite and your right foot tapping the air gently.

He was frozen in his seat. He felt like he could not move or get up. Ghost was drawn to you again as you raised your arm and placed your elbow on the table, resting your head in the palm of your hand.

You take another sip of tea. Gulping another sip of the hot liquid down, trying to warm your insides that felt cold, warming the nerves.

If only you could make some chai but you didn't have the spices with you.

"This is Major Perov..." echos in your left ear but faintly this time, you try and focus back on the music..

Should've brought my jar from home you think. You lean back into the chair sighing again. You turn your head to the left and see Ghost looking at you, he moves his head down, to look at the tea in his hand.

There was no heavy tension between you two... or so you could tell... He could've left when you went in but he didn't. You wonder how would you bring up a subject like Siberia to him. You don't even know him. He's just a masked enigma.

Wish the Captain was here. You think, worse case, Sergeant Riley would do, the distant memory of him awakens in your mind He'd surely tell you to leave him be but throw in the sarcastic comment to see how'd he'd respond and go off that. 12 years since they've been gone. 11 and 10 years for MG and KD. Your former mentors and comrades. Gone.

Now you've got new ones to get to know. And one currently sitting in the same room seemingly hates your guts or has some major trust issues.

You clear your throat, pausing the music, taking the left ear bud out, taking your shot...

"Did you get the email sir?" You ask, turning slightly towards him, bring your left leg down from the chair opposite.

Ghost looked up "Yeah I did" he responded whilst nodding, his the fingers on his right hand drumming against the mug. Lump forming in his throat again.

You nod back, bringing your mug in your hands and close your chest, and then take a sip. The insides of you cold still. Perhaps cocooning yourself with your blanket will help? You think

Ghost watches as you bring out your phone, taking your other earbud out and placing them back in your pocket. His eyes stuck to you as you get up and take your mug and little tea kit bag, stuffing it back in your pocket.

"See you later Lieutenant" You say not smiling

Ghost nods back at you and watched you leave, closing the door gently behind you. He glanced at his watch. 5:15am... In about 9 hours you both were going to have another interaction together... Why were you up so early? Training perhaps?

The stoic face you had flashed across his eyelids when he blinked.

You were annoyed, who wouldn't be? Ghost retorted to himself, slightly scoffing. The looped voices bouncing across his cranium.

He leaned back on the sofa, his tea now lukewarm, he lifted his mask and took a sip.

"Bleurgh" He said as the barely warm liquid ran down his throat. He gets up, takes the teabag out and tosses it in the bin and pours the tea in the sink, washes the mug and places it on the drying rack. Ghost stands by the counter, looking at the seat which you sat at moments ago.

He had a chance to apologise but missed. He left the break room and headed back to his room, his mind more clouded than before.

Later on that day

"Hope my blood pressure isn't too high" Price said as you wrapped the cuff around his right arm.

You smile slightly and shake your head at Price's remark

"Shall find out soon enough" you reply pressing the start button on the blood pressure machine, the cuff fills up with air, the machine whirrs, the numbers on the machine rise up.

Once you hear two beeps the reading is complete: 125/80

"125/80, that's perfectly good for someone your age" You say

"My age?" Price chuckles

"41 is a good age sir"

"You're 9 years younger than me Doc"

You look up "Don't look it though" You smirk.

Taking off the blood pressure cuff, you write the reading down on your chart for the Captain.

"Your med kit is good, I just put more Celox, the haemostatic gauze, and saline in there" handing him his med kit, zipping it up.

"That shellfish stuff?" Price asks as he takes his kit giving you a semi-disgusted look.

"Yes sir"

"Not a fan" He added looking at his kit

"Good thing you won't be eating it for rations" You retort

Price chuckles, and checks his watch 10:55 am.

"Right, I'll leave you to prep for the next patient" Price says, you get up and take the tissue paper where Price sat and placed it in the bin. Spraying the bed with disinfectant and wiping it down with blue roll. You wait for the remaining disinfectant to dry and go to the bathroom and wash your hands.

For the duration of the 30 seconds it takes you to thoroughly wash your hands you scan your reflection in the mirror. Drying your hands and turning the tap off you head back in the main room.

Laying new tissue on the bed, you hear footsteps approach, checking your watch it was 10:59am. Perfect timing you think

Gaz appears in the doorway, you propped open after Price left, you look up and force a smile

"Morning Gaz" You say

"Morning Doc, you good?" Gaz asked, he carried his half empty med kit in his hand, sort of hoping you won't scold him. He looked around the infirmary, it was done up well. Clean. Organised. A laptop on your desk, along with a few files stacked neatly next to it. A small brain statue lay next to the lamp.

"Good, how are you?" You say gesturing to the med bed as you closed the door.

"Very well doc, er.. my med kit is a mess" Gaz says handing over his med-kit.

You take it, and examine, a little worn and torn, but expected when out in the field, somewhat similar to Price's bits of sand trapped in the edges, unzipping it you see it stocked with a few plasters, one ambulance dressing and gauze. Looking back up, you see Gaz's concerned face.

"I can stock this up fully, don't worry" you say smiling, "Fill what you can on the chart, don't worry about address" you add, heading to the cabinets behind your desk and place med kit on the counter. You turn back to see Gaz and walk back over.

You take out your equipment and move over to where Gaz sat, placing the clipboard with the pen to the side.

"Temp check" you say placing the IR thermometer to his forehead. The screen turned green, 36.4 ℃, normal. You grab the chart and jot this down.

You place a pulse ox monitor on this forefinger on his left forefinger.

"What's this for?" Gaz says flickering his finger where the oximeter was clipped.

"Measures pulse and percentage of oxygen in your blood"

"Cool gizmo"

"98%, good" You say checking the screen and scribbling the number down. "Pulse at 88 bpm, also good"

"Why not 100%?" Gaz asks looking at the oximeter, he breathes in sharply and holds his breathe, the oximeter changed by 1%.

You let out a small laugh "Not always, as we have a little carbon dioxide in our blood" You say

"Interesting" Gaz says continuing to look at the oximeter.

Taking the oximeter off his finger you proceed with the other checks; blood pressure, height and weight check, general well being, medicine enquiries but mostly refilling his med kit.

You hand it back to Gaz and explain what new stuff you packed. Gaz nods and thanks you and leaves.

It was 11:45am, Soap will be here soon, you follow the same procedure, strip, wipe down and set up.

Never did you think you'd be doing the job of a GP, seeing patients one after another, no surgeries, no rotations and no other doctors, least no friendly doctors yet...

There was a knock on the door. Getting up and opening it, you see Soap grinning.

"Morning Doc" He said

"Morning Soap" You reply back, making way for him to enter as you stood by the door, he walked and looked around.

"How are yer?" He asked turning facing you as you closed the door.

"Good" You say "How are you?"

"Been alrigh' Doc, Ghost beat me in target shooting this mornin'" He adds, awaiting your reaction when he mentioned Ghost's name.

You walk over "Ah, better luck next time" You say

"Take a seat on the med bed and fill out the chart on the tray" You gesture to the clipboard.

Soap picks it up and starts to write down his details, he notices are large x in pen over the personal details section apart from name and date of birth.

He fills out what he can and places the clipboard back on the tray.

Walking over, you begin with the your check list of check-ups. Soap took his shirt off, you stare at him blankly, trying not to ogle at the toned and defined muscles of his upper body.

"Ergh what are you doing?" You say apprehensively

"Don't yer need to put those electric cables on my chest?" Soap said looking at you confused.

You meet his confused face with yours. Your cheeks feel hot as your eyes dropped to his abs and down his snail trail, Soap followed your eyes and grinned. Swiftly turning on your left heel I cannot believe I looked you cling to your white coat.

"I'm not doing an ECG, please put your shirt on" You say closing your eyes trying to shake the image, now realising what Soap thought.

"Alrigh' doc it's on" He laughed "Sorry, I genuinely thought.." he trailed off as your turned back around, your cheeks showing a tinge of pink. He saw you biting in your lips and your ears going red.

You proceeded with the checks:

Pulse oximeter on; 98% and 97bpm

BP: 126/70

etc etc etc

You finish by asking Soap to step off the weights.

"Got your med-kit?" You ask

Soap's face dropped, the one thing he completely forgot that he should not have forgotten.

Taking in his shocked face, you smirk

"Get it to me when you can. I have Lieutenant Ghost at 13:30 so before then please" You say and Soap nods as he leaves the infirmary. Glancing at your watch, 12:40pm, enough time for a quick lunch.

Heading down to mess hall, it was busy of course, you wait in line for food along with other soldiers. You felt like you stood out with your blue scrubs, it's not like you were actually working in a hospital. Should've worn my black fatigues and sweater you think as you move along with the line.

Lunch was a steak and ale pie with chips. You felt full after half-eating the pie, you check your watch 13:10pm. You swiftly stop eating and get up, putting the food in the food bin and placing the plate and tray on their associated piles.

Heading back to the infirmary, you spot Ghost and Soap talking outside, Ghost looks at you and lowers his voice, Soap also looks at you and nods, you see him holding the med kit in his hand.

As you approach, they both stop, both looking at you as you open the door.

"Afternoon" You say to Ghost,

"Goo' afternoon doc" Ghost said, taking a deep breathe as he stepped inside the infirmary. He looked around, it was nice, orderly and clean. A better state than before you came.

"Got the med-kit" Soap said, bringing out out of his pockets of his fatigues, it was rolled up and empty. You take it off him, "I'll give it to you once it's ready" You say, Soap nods but doesn't move

"Here's mine" Ghost said as he uncrossed his arms and brought his kit, it was fuller and heavier as it was placed on your hands.

"Right, I'll have a look in a bit." You say looking up at him and then to Soap who was still hovering.

"You alright?" You ask Soap

"Yeah, just..." Soap started looking at Ghost.

"Johnny, you had your check up, now bugger off" Ghost said turning to him, knowing exactly why he was lingering

Soap grinned at Ghost and then at you, he began to walk away but turned slightly

"Lt, if you wanna make the doc blush, all you gotta do is take your shirt off" Soap winks and teases closing the door

"Wa-What?!" You say stammer as Soap closes the door, you could hear him laughing on the other side.

Ghost whips his head from the door to see your wide eyed shocked face, you turn your head to meet his eyes, he taken in your doe-eyed expression.

"He took his shirt off on his own accord" Υοu blurt "Thought he was getting an ECG done" you say motioning to the empty space between you with your right hand as if to swat the memory away.

"It's alrigh' Johnny likes teasin'" Ghost says, he watches your face return to normal, and head to the back counter placing both med kits there and opening them up, examining the contents.

Ghost watched your back, like he did this morning.

"Sorry about yesterday" He says looking at your back, he watches your head come up, listening.

"I was out of line, you're good.." He added "Just was.. cautious" Ghost added slowly. He felt his right hand reach up out to you, wanting to tell you it's...

You take in his words.. inhaling for four, you turn around and head back to where Ghost was, exhaling for four.

Ghost swiftly brought his right arm down in his back pocket of his jeans. He looked at you and you smiled, he relaxed a bit more.

"Thank you lieutenant" You say, accepting his apology, you still feel like he somehow... For some reason he still despises you...

You look up at him and smile, he nods back, you his eyes crinkle a bit, hopefully smiling underneath that mask...

Ah the mask and the clothes... You always observed him wearing long sleeve shirts or sweaters, no t-shirt in site so far...

"So.. I'm going to check your blood pressure, pulse, weight, height..." You trail off looking at his blue eyes grabbing the clipboard on the tray.

Ghost blinks and looks back at your deep brown eyes, framed by your black mascara'd lashes "Yes doc..." He says slowly

"I understand the mask stays on, but need to take a neck reading for body temperature if that's okay?" You add looking down from his eyes to his shoulders then to your clipboard.

"Of course" Ghost says, lifting the hem of his mask to reveal is neck. You were entranced by the sudden willing nakedness of his neck, the hem stopping under his chin with his ungloved hand; snapping out of the haze you grab the IR thermometer and press the button, you look back at his neck and notice a mole on the pale skin covering his jugular.

The thermometer beeps, screen turning green, 36.8 ℃. Good. Placing the thermometer down, you grab the chart and jot it down.

Ghost pulls his mask down, watching you scribble out parts on the form. He unzips his jacket, revealing his own black pullover hoodie.

You look up and notice your lieutenant take his jacket off, and then reach for the hem of his hoodie. Leaning on your heal you turn your back.

Please don't strip down like Soap you plead trying not to imagine what his naked torso would look like.

After taking his hoodie off, and folding it on top of his jacket. He looks and sees you've turned fully, your back facing him, smirking slightly under his mask, he wonders if he should tease you and take his shirt off too...

Turning back to face the Lieutenant, you see him wearing a black t-shirt which hug snuggly to his muscular torso. Grabbing the blood pressure cuff you bring it next to him. You notice on his left fore arm a myriad of different tattoos.

Ghost watches as you move towards with a blood pressure machine, he rolls up his sleeve of his t-shirt, he gazes at your brown hair now braided, slightly messy, as few strands have fallen out are now tucked behind your ear, he notices two small silver hoops hugging your cartilage.

Unravelling the cuff, you wrap it around his chiseled bicep, you noticed a few scars up and down his arm, even a few on his hand, but you didn't say anything or linger on them too long. Not when you knew how awkward it is when people stare and make remarks of your own scars.

Looks bigger than my thighs you think, admiring the muscles laying underneath the flesh of his upper arm.

The cuff did not fit fully. You look up at Ghost, he was looking at you, your eyes widened slightly.

"Good thing the machine came with an extra large cuff" You smirk, taking the cuff off the machine and heading to the drawers he cleaned last week.

"Good thin'" Ghost repeats, sitting up taller, observing the way your white coat glided with your movements. Your left breast pocket filled with pens, he noticed some writing underneath the pocket, but couldn't decipher it.

Walking back to Ghost with the XL cuff, you plug it in the machine, unravel it and placed it around his arm above his elbow. You swiftly look at the tattoos again on his left arm; a black monochromatic piece, a wonderful chaos of skulls, a dog tag, guns and other army related pieces.

Your cold fingers grazed his warm skin, Ghost felt the cold ripple all the way to his chest. He watched on as you adjusted the cuff.

"That alright?"

"Yeah" Ghost says

He watches as you press the machine and watch the numbers go up, he felt the cuff tighten as it filled with air around his arm. The air hissed and he watched the numbers fall down. 137/88

Grabbing the clipboard and the pen, you jot down the numbers, and you frown slightly.

"You've got high blood pressure"

Ghosts huffs Great he moans in his head

"How old are you?"

"34" Ghost grumbled

"How's your diet?" You ask looking up at him

"Alrigh'"

"Are you taking any drugs, legal or illegal?" You ask

Ghost looks at you, stunned by the wording of your question

"Legal?" He asks narrowing his eyes at you. You gotta be pullin' my leg

"Paracetamol, simvastatin, antibiotics, opioid based pain relief etc" You say

"And illegal?" Ghost asks perking up, curious as to where this will go...

"Cocaine, cannabis and other not so fun things" You add smirking at him.

"Only done the legal kin', paracetamol and hold up - opioid based pain relief? Ghost whips at you, now realising what you said.

"Morphine, codeine and oxycodone" You say "They're legal but addictive like heroin."

Ghost takes it in, of course, he had his own familial experience with that dark side of drug addiction. Tommy...

"Just paracetamol and antibiotics from injuries in the field" Ghost said quietly

"Okay" You say, jotting that down.

"Any new stress in your life?" You say looking back up to him

Ghost looks at you, and then back at the reading of the BP monitor, 137/88 flashes at him.

You observe Ghost, looking at the monitor

"High blood pressure is not worrying if we can correct external factors like diet, exercise and maintaining any stresses" You roll off your tongue.

Jeez you sound like the pamphlet you remember your mum getting from the nurse about high blood pressure You slide back slightly on your chair turning your head, manoeuvring yourself to the trolley tray, rolling your eyes to yourself as you aimlessly fiddle in the tray.

Of course these guys would have a few health issues, they are super elite soldiers, they've dealt with so much...

Ghost looks at you. He's been here before, doctors telling him to change this, do that, etc etc...

You grab the pulse oximeter and move back over to Ghost.

Alright, Sergeant Riley taking your advice; sarcastic comment, time to throw that..

"Look, I sounded like a damn pamphlet, but I'm here for all your health needs" You say bringing your hands up to your sides, foolishly giving him jazz fingers and you smile with teeth.

Ghost scoffs a laugh out, then clears his throat turning his head to the side.

"No new stresses" Ghost says, his gaze back to you, he watches you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head.

"Not even me?" You add, remembering the encounter yesterday after the target course.

Staring into your narrowed brown eyes Ghost knew it was you who was slightly causing stress. Ghost shook his head and then looked at the BP monitor again.

You get up and take the cuff off his arm. You show him the pulse oximeter, and he brings his hand up, you clip it on his forefinger.

"What time do you usually get up?" You ask, remembering the encounter this morning at around 5am.

"Couldn't sleep last night if you're referrin' to this morning" He says looking up at you

You nod back at him, your lip curved slightly. 98% and a pulse of 72bpm. Strong heart

"Not able to get to sleep or wake-up in the middle of the night?" You ask writing down the readings of the oximeter.

"Both" Ghost grunts

"Have you tried any medicine for sleeping?" You ask

"That herbal stuff, calm, from Boots" he said

He watches as you wrinkle your nose. "Didn't work?" You say

"Yeah"

"I'll give you zopiclone, just one, for tonight, see how it goes and we will have another check-in tomorrow" You add, heading to the small locked cabinet and cut out one tablet from the sheet. Locking the cabinet, you head back and give it to Ghost, he places it in his jean pocket.

He continues gazing upon your movements, your hand flicking back a strand of hair that got near your amber brown eyes.

"Take it an hour before sleep, avoid going on your phone and alcohol and should help with aiding sleep. Keep water or squash nearby as it can have metallic aftertaste" You command softly whilst writing away on the clipboard sitting on the stool.

Ghost looked at you, all this seemed so natural coming out of you. He nods along, mesmerised with your poise and assertiveness. That's the rookie you remember from all those years ago. He smirked under his mask and leaned forward a bit.

"How was the herbal tea?" You ask looking back up

"Eh?" He guffles, how could you know?

"This morning, I could smell lavender, was that your tea?" You say, eyes becoming doe-eyed.

'Course, the smell of lavender was soothing, especially after that... episode... nightmare

"Yeah Doc"

"Does it help?" You ask

"Sort of, chamomile and lavender tea..." Ghost begins and then pauses.

Gazing upon his eyes, which shifted left to right as he spoke to you. His cool blue eyes strike yours, they were even icier against his blonde eyelashes.

Ghost looks at you, he notices the writing on your white coat, Dr Hari Kaur Neurosurgery threaded in black cursive under the pocket full of pens.

"What abou' you?" Ghost asks, he notices your eyes narrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You were up early" Ghost retorted

Tilting your head back, your roll your head around. Maybe if I open up, he'll too...

"Bad dream woke me up." half-lying to him. You didn't want to talk about Siberia, not now..

Ghost watched as your eyes lost a bit of brightness, becoming dull.

"Tea help?" He asked, trying to bring that brightness back in your eyes

"Tea always helps" You smirked

"What one you have?" Ghost asked, knowing full well you had Tetley.

"Tetley, but I prefer PG tips" You grinned, eyes twinkling again.

"Oooh" he sucked in some air "Yorkshire is best" he sighed

"Tetley is from Yorkshire!" You snapped

"Was from Yorkshire" He retaliated "Run by an Indian company now, Yorkshire Tea is still based in Yorkshire" He added crossing his arms and puffing his chest out.

You scoff at him, looking away and then back at him, admiring his chiseled torso.

"Actually prefer chai, with PG tips" You quipped

"Hmm" Ghost says "Maybe you could use my Yorkshire Tea next time and I'll judge" he added

Nodding back at him you get off the stool. "Next time for tea then?" he nods back.

Ghost watches and listens as you ask him to step on the weight balance, and checks his height. He continues to gaze at you as you complete other checks needed, obliging your every command willingly. It was the least he could do after the way he treated you.

You would understand if he told you later convincing himself that now is not the right time.

You would understand, bad people are out there

He gives a nod and a yes comes out of his mouth, as you say something about his med-kit, his eyes drawn in on your back as you walk to the counter checking their contents again.

You would understand, it's safer for Simon Riley to remain dead to you.

Ghost looks at you, wondering if you ever thought about Simon Riley...

"I am the death of everything you know and love" Roba's voice echoed faintly in his skull

You would understand

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My (long, long, very long) List of Favorite Jeff/Annie fics -- Part 1a

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Truth or Dare by shan21non Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: June 6, 2010 Annie, Britta and Shirley have an old fashion slumber party and a game of truth or dare is played.

They Can Never Call You by It by columbuscrab Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Oct 31, 2010 This is a response to last week's Ficcy Friday prompt: Annie starts using Adderall again and Jeff is the only one who seems to notice. 

Water, Words, and Warmth by wordybee Rated: G Date Originally Posted: Jan 21, 2011 alternate ending to Asian Population Studies

The Wonder That’s Keeping the Stars Apart by seizinghearts Rated: PG Date Originally Posted: Jan 23, 2011 An Annie character piece. Also an alternate ending to Asian Population Studies (based not on the rain scene but on the bathroom one). 

Acquittal by supercapo Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Feb 13, 2011 Jeff's past comes back to haunt him when Annie is attacked and hospitalized.

Final Test by itsactuallycorrine Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Feb 20, 2011 Jeff has some things to say to Annie before he can complete his journey to be a better man

It Hits Him and It Hits Him Again by Avaritia_90 Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: March 19, 2011 - Match 24, 2011 For Ficcy Friday's prompt of Jeff telling Annie he's in love with her.

Turn My Power Off by seren_ccd Rated: M/R Date Originally Posted: April 1, 2011 “And your hands? Kinda? ‘Cause they’re so um, big?” she said her voice getting quiet. Then she smiled uneasily and asked, “So! What turns you on?” 

Dinner Plans (1/2/3) by Avaritia_90 Rated: PG Date Originally Posted: April 2, 2011 Ficcy Friday request with the prompt of a double date with Jeff/Annie Troy/Britta. Bonus points if it starts Jeff/Britta Troy/Annie and they wind up switching partners.

I Only Get It for the Articles by elsiesnuffin Rated: M Date Originally Posted: April 12, 2011 Troy brings 'Maxim'  to class and chaos ensues when he finds Annie's picture in its pages.  

Diffraction (x) by westwingwolf Rated: PG-13/T Date Originally Posted: April 21, 2011 Sequel to Exposure. Now that the group knows about Jeff and Annie, their concerns could have a disastrous effect on the relationship.

The Annie of It All by sowritesauds Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Apr 25, 2011 Ficcy Friday request to work some random quotes heard while people watching at the mall into a Jeff/Annie fic. This takes place during/after "Paradigms of Human Memory" and also includes some imaginary Jeff/Annie Missing Moments from other episodes.

It’s All About Location by rufeepeach Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Aug 31, 2011 - Sept 10, 2011 Sometimes things go right, and it's all soft beds, roses and champagne. But when have things ever gone right for Jeff and Annie?

one more time with feeling by fandrastic Rated: N/A (probably around G) Date Originally Posted: Sept 22, 2011 meaningless fluff, now enriched with second-person narrative pov! HOO-RAH!

The Bet (x) by wordybee Rated: PG-13/R/T Date Originally Posted: Oct 29, 2011 Jeff and Britta make a bet to see who can go the longest without sex. When Britta fears she'll lose to Jeff, she breaks out her secret weapon to tempt Jeff with: A Sexy Annie.

5 Cliches That Didn’t Lead to a Kiss and 1 That Did by sinecure Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Nov 4, 2011 to Dec 29, 2011 That title says it all.

Breathe Again by crittab  Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Nov 7, 2011 When he'd fallen back on the couch not three minutes after dragging himself out of bed, Jeff realized he just didn't want to get back up again. So he didn't.

Entitled by crittab Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Nov 17, 2011 Jeff had always been one to make concessions when he wanted something he knew he shouldn't have.

Nightmares by hobbitgrl Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Nov 18-23, 2011 Sometimes Jeff still woke up with nightmares. These nightmares remind Jeff why he can never be with Annie. Rated M for smut, angsty smut, language, and very, very, very angsty dark Jeff. Seriously.

One Fine Day by gizzymoon Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Dec 18, 2011 - Mar 14, 2012 Annie puts a plan into motion that will make Jeff see her as an adult.

I’ve Been Everywhere with You by openhearts Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Dec 23, 2011 to July 28, 2013 (still unfinished) Written and set sometime after the aired canon of season 3, and assuming Annie has already turned 21.

Seismology by canadianiana Rated: NC-17 Date Originally Posted: Dec 28-30, 2011 From a ficcy Friday prompt in which Annie and Jeff get trapped during an earthquake.

Fallout by sinecure Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Dec 28, 2011 to Jan 9, 2012 After Annie's completely failed, and yet, successful, attempt at getting Jeff to join the Glee club with the rest of the group, Jeff takes home a souvenir. *spoilers for 3x10*

You Had the World Inside Your Hands (1 / 2) by xtiltawhirlx Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Jan 10-13, 2012 Jeff's father reappears and Annie helps him deal with it.

Advanced Genealogy by canadianiana Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Feb 6, 2012 From an M&M ficcy Friday prompt from tilie12, in which Jeff's mother shows up at Greendale unannounced, expecting to meet the girlfriend Jeff told her he had, named Annie.

Introduction to Human Ecology by canadianiana Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Feb 21, 2012 Posted for the M&M Valentine's Day exchange. The group deals with being around Jeff and Annie in their honeymoon phase. Fluff!

Jealousy and the Art of Self-Sacrifice (1/2/3) by rorge Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Started Feb 25, 2012 -  April 22, 2012 Jeff becomes convinced that Annie and Abed are in a relationship, after witnessing their moments of closeness, and starts to avoid the group.

Bright Enough to Shine in Your Spaces by office_bluth Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Mar 18, 2012 Jeff and Annie have been spending more time together than people think. One scene per season three episode.

Rudimentary Behavioral Psychology by canadianiana Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Mar 30, 2012 Britta suspects something about Jeff, and isn’t happy about it. Entirely Britta’s POV. 

Dear Journal by Crittab Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Apr 9, 2012 Following the pillow war, Annie finds herself once again displaced and ends up on Jeff's doorstep. He decides this is the perfect time to finally tell her how he feels. This is easier said than done when the study group gets involved.

Ain’t No Sunshine (When She’s Gone) (x) by wordybee Rated: PG-13/T Date Originally Posted: April 12, 2012 Annie goes on a road trip. Jeff is clueless and pining and clueless that he's pining.

Physiology of the Human Heart by elsiesnuffin Rated: M Date Originally Posted: April 13, 2012 The metamorphosis of Jeff and Annie's relationship.

Let Me by Crittab Rated: M Date Originally Posted: April 25, 2012 Jeff finds out that Annie has never had an orgasm and decides to change that.

It’s Always Open Season on Princesses by elsiesnuffin Rated: M Date Originally Posted: April 25 - July 9, 2012 Annie is given the opportunity to do some traveling over the summer after her second year at Greendale. Title is in reference to the film 'Roman Holiday'.

The Great Cell Phone Caper by sinecure Rated: M Date Originally Posted: May 13, 2012 Annie's cell phone gets locked away and she plans a break-in to retrieve it. Jeff catches on to her plans and goes to stop her, but gets roped into helping instead.

Advanced Studies in Leaps of Faith by crittab Rated: M Date Originally Posted: June 24, 2012 Five times Jeff and Annie spent the day together over the summer (and one time they spent the night).

Picking a Side by Crittab Rated: M Date Originally Posted: June 29, 2012 Inspired by a suitor of Abed's, Annie decides to send Jeff a risqué photo in hopes of persuading him to give her a shot.

Life Lessons in Absurdist Storytelling (1)(2) by oneofthemuses Rated: PG/PG-13 Date Originally Posed: July 7, 2012 (Crack!fic) Britta is turned into a penguin by a powerful witch. The spell will only be lifted once Britta helps Annie find her true love. (Spoilers: It's Jeff.)

Red Light, Green Light by dearygirl Rated: PG-13 Date Originally Posted: Nov 28, 2012 Post-Blanket Fort Collapse 2010

Heart, It Races by Rashaka Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Jan 29, 2013 Jeff has many adventures at an Inspector SpaceTime convention, and his curmudgeonly heart grows three sizes that day.

Advanced Planning for Adult Relationships by oneofthemuses Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Feb 23, 2013 "TFLN, (540): He gave me a card that said "I'm so glad we found each other... In the pants" and a pat on the head... My walk of Shame wasn't so bad."

Basic Principles of Romantic Inertia by oneofthemuses Rated: T Date Originally Posted: July 20, 2013 Five times Jeff and Annie are TOTALLY NOT ON A DATE, OK?? JEEZ! And one time they actually are.

The Night Is Still Ahead by wright_or_wrong Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Aug 14, 2013 "I could totally seduce you right now. No problem." She tilts her head thoughtfully. "Well, if I wanted to anyway."

All Five Dances by PepperF Rated: M Date Originally Posted: Jan 7, 2014 At their first-year dance, there was The Kiss. And then at the second-year dance, there was The Thing That Never Happened. And now it was their third-year dance…

it happens like this by stopthenrewind Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Feb 6, 2014 Annie's right. It did take him long enough.

turn the world upside down by stopthenrewind Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Dec 8, 2014 Seven different scenarios, seven different ways things could have gone. And yet, always the same girl.

While We Still Got Time by wright_or_wrong Rating: M Date Originally Posted: Dec 28, 2014 He's not a thirteen year old girl, so he doesn't think he can't live without her or anything as melodramatic as that - but he's come to realize that maybe he doesn't like his life as much without her in it. Post-S5

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