#if i was feeling feistier i would call them out on it

[iguessitsjustme]

I have regrets

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Silver Tongues, like Bullets

Chapter 4

Werewolf!141 x Female Reader

Safe to say you aren't adjusting well to being kidnapped. With your anger at a all time high, names are being called and things are being thrown. Patience is running thin with the men, what lengths would they go to to set you straight?

Warnings: MDNI, violation of privacy, gay sex, cock stroking, masturbation, unconsentual nude viewing, dark themes, manipulation, forced proximity, reader comes from a religious household, childhood trauma, abusive parents, talks of self harm, description of self harm, violent behaviour from you, shouting, crying, name calling, mental breakdown, non-con touching, threats of punishment, You get spanked once in this chapter, sorry if I missed any.

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-28/11/2023

There were vile people in the world. Simon knew that. His pack knew that. You probably knew that. It was an obvious fact many people tended to ignore for their own convenience.

He witnessed that violence first hand as a boy and then again as a soldier. There were people in this world who'd exploit anyone for their own selfish gain. God awful people who'd do it to their own children. People who didn't deserve to have children in the first place. People like your parents.

He's heard you mumbling in your sleep at the cabin and a couple times here when you managed to fall asleep. It was often the same sentences repeated over and over again. ‘Need to get them out’ ‘are they safe?’ ‘my poor babies’. Your ��babies’ here probably refer to your siblings if Ghost isn't mistaken. He couldn't find any evidence of you having children of your own. But seeing as it was you managing the majority of the childcare at home spoke volumes as to how you're treated by your parents. You had a lot of responsibilities starting from grocery shopping and food management down to school meetings and pickups. God knows what your parents did while you did their job for them. Unfortunately for Ghost he did know.

Ghost didn't consider himself a good person not by a long shot but looking at the information he pulled on your parents had his sanity slipping. He'd have strangled them both if he was given the chance.

But a digital trail of incriminating evidence would have to do. The worst punishment for a narcissist is exposing their lies and damaging their reputation. Digital trails can be quite damning if put in the wrong hands. Good thing they found their way to him. This would scratch his inch for blood. All he had to do was press send and their lives would come crumbling down. And that's exactly what he did. This would definitely help move the investigation about you along. The town already thought you committed suicide because of your parents. This story was a scandal within itself. Especially since your parents were aid workers employed by the church.

He did feel bad about your younger siblings though. Poor souls were sent to live with a relative for the time being. God knows what they're feeling right now being put in this difficult situation.

Your aunt seemed like a decent woman though, strangely enough you resemble her more than you do your mother and father. Gaz using his connections in the police force made sure she was someone that would keep the kids safe. She'd treat your brothers and sister better than your parents ever did. At least something good came out of this whole incident.

Ghost glances at his watch, it was late. He should be in bed with the rest of his pack and the newest addition to this family of his. It was a shame Gaz and Soap had already called dibs on the floor beside you. Not that you wanted them there.

You're much feistier than any of them anticipated. They couldn't really tell at the cabin because of how often they had to drug you. But Ghost quite enjoyed teasing you. Especially when you bit back at his remarks. It stirred a playful attitude in him that he hadn't experienced in a while. Not to say Johnny and Gaz weren't playful, but it was a boyish kind of playfulness with them.

This was different. He knew you were harmless which made it all the more fun when you tried fighting. It was a losing battle from the start yet you continued your struggle. It was endearing in the sort of way when a bunny runs amuck. He’ll enjoy making you all sweet and pliant in his hands. But that was a problem for another day. For now he'd enjoy the little moments he has with you. If you'd let him that is.

-30/11/2023

The situation was escalating. You absolutely wouldn't let anyone near you. Even when they were very sweet and understanding towards your drastic changes in moods. This wasn't what they had envisioned when they took you. That was weighing hard on the boys, especially when you wouldn't eat or drink. They were growing concerned about your wellbeing. Today was no different. Each meal time they tried making something you'd enjoy based on the pictures you posted on your Instagram. But you were adamant with your choice to ignore them.

Food was running low and they needed to go shopping before they left for their deployment. While they were at it they also wanted to buy you winter clothes and essentials for your room. You were probably sick of wearing their sweatpants and t-shirts anyways. They hoped this would warm you up to them even if it was only a little bit. It was decided Gaz and Soap would keep an eye on you until Price and Ghost got back.

Price gave strict instructions to Gaz and Soap before leaving. They were told to keep you calm above anything else and no funny business, that comment was aimed at Soap specifically. Ghost and Price didn't want to leave when you were so unstable but things needed to get done.

It wasn't too hard finding what you needed considering they got their hands on your online purchase history. Excluding all the stuff you regularly bought for your siblings you didn't have much in terms of essential items that you used daily. It was all cheap stuff so the two men decided it would be nice to get you better quality clothing, skincare, shampoo and anything else they thought you'd like. Price had to text Gaz for that though. Gaz knew best out of all of them of what products to buy especially for hair.

The most indulgent thing you bought for yourself was your camera. And even that was bought secondhand. They felt guilty that it was partially their fault that it got ruined in the lake. But they swore to make it up to you. For now they focused on making your living space more comfortable. Maybe that would get you to eat. With all the groceries packed and a pretty bouquet of flowers in Ghost's hand they decided to go home to make a nice dinner for you.

Unfortunately for them in the short time they were gone, Soap had managed to upset you again. Upset you quite badly at that too. When they had gotten back with their hands full of blankets, bedsheets and clothing they were greeted with a messy living room with things thrown everywhere.

And to make it worse you were crying huddled in a corner. They didn't even have time to get the groceries in before Price let out an audible sigh. They were barely gone for two hours this time. What could possibly have happened in such a short amount of time to make you cry like that? Gaz was trying to soothe you but you cried harder when he tried coming closer.

Soap was looking both upset and guilty sitting on the sofa quite a distance away from you. He was covered in new scratch marks, which in itself gave enough of an indication as to what might have happened. That man really couldn't keep his hands to himself even if he tried. But Price couldn't really blame him. Physical touch was his love language. It's the way he showed his affection for everyone. Which could often be mistaken for him being horny. When in reality he just liked the closeness physical touch brought. Though Soap is horny a lot of the time too.

He wanted to fuck Ghost the first week of meeting him and meeting Gaz wasn't much different. He's an insatiable wolf. They all knew that before forming this pack. But you were fairly new to all this so it wasn't fair for him to pounce on you so quickly. You needed time to adjust to the situation. He'll have to have a talk with Soap tonight after dinner.

“What happened?” Price hands over his bags to Simon.

“I was just trying to relax with her,” Soap muttered. Simon, taking the hint, takes a grumbling Soap with him after he's done sulking. They both leave to go get the groceries out and start on dinner.

“Soap wanted to take a bath with her,” Price approached carefully while listening to Gaz explain the situation.

“Want some privacy luv?” you sniffled to yourself as you looked at them extremely annoyed but nodded your head eventually. Seems like you were still holding a grudge. But you'll come around he knows it. Maybe they should let you get your anger out of your system so they can move past this.

“You can take a bath alone luv, just leave the door unlocked ok? We got you new pajamas, cute ones with strawberries on them.” You stare at them for a while before a soft ‘thank you’ leaves your mouth when Price hands you a bag with all your bathroom necessities.

The rest of the day was spent with you sitting in a corner mumbling to yourself and refusing to eat for yet another day even after they gave you the flowers and made you your favourite dinner. Though your lack of appetite was concerning. He knew you snuck sealed packaged food at night. You just wouldn't eat anything cooked by them. He supposes that it's their fault for drugging you. They'll have to build the trust back up slowly.

Price was growing concerned about when they'll have to leave you alone in the house. He was growing afraid you'd do something to hurt yourself. They were due to leave the coming Monday. But it wasn't like he could push back the deployment any further. They had finally got information on the shadow company and Graves. They weren't going to let that rat slip away again.

But they also had a responsibility to keep you safe. Maybe it would be better to take you with them for the time being. You could stay on base while they figure things out. It would also give you a chance to bond with them. Not that you showed any interest to do so.

Price wishes you'd take more of an interest in them. You just accepted their confession on being werewolves, not a single question was asked in that regard. There aren't many people they would share that information with so they were expecting more of a reaction from you. But they didn't get much of one. Apart from you promising to keep their secret if they let you go.

But then again Simon found your old Whittpad? Wattpad? (Was that how you say it?) history. Apparently it was some app to read stories on and you read your fair share of supernatural romances from what Simon had told him. He did reprimand Simon for digging into personal information about you. Price knows you wouldn't be happy if you knew they knew of your reading habits. Not that they'd judge you for it. Everyone has needs. If that was your preferred method of meeting them, it was none of their business. He did wonder if you learned any silly myths about them through those novels.

Overall the day wasn't the worst they experienced with you. You were clean, dressed nicely and got to use some of the stuff they bought you. Things only escalated when Soap tried apologising to you before bed but you didn't want to let him near you. Some not so nice things were said on your part. And you did end up throwing a few cushions at him to get him to leave.

But at least you looked refreshed dressed in your new pajamas and he knew you'd probably try to find something to eat when they'd ‘fall’ asleep. They'd have to enjoy the small victories for now. This was going to be a difficult journey but Price was a patient man. He knows you'll come around eventually. They just needed to give you time to adjust.

-nearing midnight

The laptop screen finally loaded up. It wasn't for the reason Ghost usually used it for. He needed to see those images of you again. You were strung up today especially after that incident with Soap in the afternoon. More things were thrown and some mean things were said. So Price thought it'd be best to let you sleep alone in the living room since all the doors were securely locked anyway, you weren't going to escape even if you tried.

But Ghost thought Price was being too lax with your increasingly violent behavior. They should nip this in the bud before you seriously injure yourself or someone else. But for now he'll follow the orders he's given. Which means no excessive snooping or going near you for any reason other than necessity.

Despite the violent outburst they were all looking forward to showing you your room tomorrow, just the bars on your window needed to be installed. You'd also get your own ensuite which would give you the added privacy you probably needed. Soap was getting a little impatient but so was he. He just wanted you curled up in arms already but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

There was something bothering Ghost though. His suspicion started at the cabin when he had to undress you. Obviously there was so much going on that it was hard to focus solely on his suspicions but he was sure of what he saw. Your calves were littered with faded scars, he's sure the boys must have got at least a small glimpse of them already. No one has brought it up though. They could very much be old self harm scars. It was a very common occurrence with children in abusive households. He has plenty of his own. Thank god yours looked a couple years old. There weren't any new marks on you apart from a couple bruises you sustained in the forest.

As Ghost goes through your pictures again he realises why you wear stockings in all your pictures. You're never smiling either. There's not a single picture of you smiling. Not on your SD card or on your Instagram. He doesn't think he's seen you smile properly at the cabin either but that was a difficult situation and you were also sick. So that was understandable. He does want to make your life easier here, he wants to make you smile, make you feel loved but you were making things much more difficult than they needed to be.

As he goes through the picture lands on his favourite one. It wasn't one of the exposed pictures of you. You were just holding some wild flowers close to your face. You aren't smiling in it per se but there is a serene expression on your face. You looked the happiest he's ever seen you. Though he's only known you a little over a week but he wanted to make you feel safe. He did have a lapse in judgment at the cabin. His lust and anger spoke for him then. But he wanted to be better for you. He wanted to do better by you. He checks the date of when the picture was taken. And goes to check its correlation to your calendar.

(20/11/23 - 9:00-10:00pm waiting for callback from the London agency)

It was the date you received your job offer in London. His heart felt a little heavy, he felt guilty they took that from you but he had ampled doubt that you'd be able to escape your parents hold even if you did move to London. They'd still expect you to send money back home even if it meant you had to live in extreme conditions to survive in London. That was no life, you deserved better than that. They'll figure out a way for you to keep doing photography. But you needed to learn to trust them first and be a little less violent.

Ghost's door opens just as he's about to close his laptop.

“Ah’ve had enough! Ah made her ah sandwich but she didn't even touch it. Just stared at meh angrily until ah left! How am ah supposed tae be swee-” Johnny stops mid rant, his eyes zeroing in on the image on the laptop. Johnny stares at the screen until the realisation hits him that the pictures were of you.

“Ye greedy bastard! Ye could have told us that ye had them! Ah wouldn't have wasted meh time trying to imagine her naked.” Johnny in a huff just deposits himself in Ghost's lap clearly annoyed at the man for keeping your images to himself. Without asking for permission he quickly finds the picture he's looking for. Ghost wasn't surprised the picture he landed on. Soap was a simple minded man most days. He supposes it's time he makes it up to him, for keeping the pictures to himself.

“It's nae fair if yer the only one having fun! I'm telling Price about this in the morning.” Soap huffs pushing down his grey sweatpants and fishing out his hardening cock.

“Let me make it up to you pup. But you shouldn't treat her so roughly, she isn't like us. She needs time to warm up. Be patient with her.” Ghost lets out an apologetic purr as he nuzzles his nose into Johnny's neck, making sure to leave wet kisses behind as his hands take over Soap's movements on his cock.

“Ah'm nae forgiving ye that easily” Soap throws his head back feeling Ghost fist his cock with more vigor while his eyes stay glued to images of your naked flesh. This is the least he could do for him.

The rest of the night it spent with Johnny on his back begging (quite loudly) for more. He was insatiable with his rut probably approaching. Which was dangerous in this situation. You certainly weren't ready to have sex with all of them. When one of them goes into a rut they all follow pretty quickly. Ghost doesn't falter in his movements as he plows into Soap's stretched hole. Waiting for his knot to catch on Soap's spasming muscles. He thought about covering his hand over Soaps mouth but he desperately wanted you to hear what you were missing out on, on what could be yours if you allowed them to take care of you.

If the spanking was anything to go by it seemed you liked a little rough treatment. But you were still inexperienced so they needed to go slow with you. Kinks and safe words could always be figured out later. It's not long after Ghost's keen ears pick up on the moans of Gaz followed by grunts from Price and the slapping of skin. Seemed like everyone was pent up today. You probably wouldn't get any sleep with the noise they were making.

-01/11/2023

It's been four days, four days of you trapped in this hell, four days of you escaping their wandering hands, four days for you refusing to drink or eat in their presence. Last night being the worst of it all. They had finally let you sleep by yourself in the living room. But the whole night was filled with the noise of slapping skin and lewd grunts and wanton moans.

You bet they did it on purpose too. Your face felt hot remembering how slick and uncomfortable your aching pussy felt the whole night, especially when you had no outlet to relieve yourself. With their stupidly keen sense of smell and heightened hearing they'd know for a fact if you had touched yourself to the sounds of them fucking. It felt like you were trapped in a nightmare with no way out. You just wanted to be rescued already. Please God someone must be looking for you…please anyone…you needed to get home…for them if not yourself…

Your head was pounding, on the verse of bursting from the lack of nutrition and sleep. Your nerves are vibrating with fear, keeping you on your toes. You knew a chase was coming. They had just finished whatever they were doing in that spare room of theirs. The insistent clatter of tools and nails had finally ceased but now you were faced with an entirely new dilemma. A dilemma that involved four men cornering you.

‘Come look at your room’ they said, as if you didn't know that was code for ‘get in your cage’. You weren't stupid despite having ended up in this horrible situation. You knew you wouldn't see the light of day if they managed to get you in there.

Your forever prison. If and only if they get you in there. You didn't plan on entering another type of hell just after trying to escape the last.

“Darling! Please listen! Ow! Sto- Darling!” armed with another padded cushion you don't stop to listen to their stupid excuses as you yet again hurl the non lethal object at the person closest to you. That being Gaz.

We aren't trying to hurt you!”, safe to say you don't listen again as you circle the sofa for the umpt time in the last two minutes.

“Don't come near me! I don't want to look at the room!”

You've been tightroping on a knife's edge for the last four days, making sure they don't get their hands on you for any reason! You weren't going to let all your hard work go to waste! If you were honest it felt so much longer than four days. Hours felt like days when you're trapped in a cage, even if it was a golden one. Time goes so slowly when you have nothing to but wait to be rescued. You watch them circle around you like prey while you try to find any sliver of an opening to escape.

“Look, we know this situation isn't ideal but we promise it isn't forever. You can decorate it however you like later,” Were they purposely acting obtuse? You watch Price put his hands up in surrender. Trying his best to look non threatening while Ghost moves to watch everything unfold from the comfort of the far wall. Stupid prick… You hated the bastard. He's the reason you had to endure such a humiliating punishment.

You don't trust their pretty words, you've already made that mistake once. Well more than once but you get the idea. You weren't going to fall for it again. That you promised yourself.

Price stays back while the younger two of the four men decide to close in on you. They look at you with apprehension and pity. A sentiment you didn't appreciate. You wouldn't even be in the situation if it weren't for them. This entire situation was of their own making. They had no right to be angry with you. Not one bit, but it wasn't like that would stop them from trying to ‘punish’ you. Thankfully they've been busy sorting things out to do anything even with you getting increasingly more violent.

Gaz gives Soap a look and you know what's about to happen, you can tell they were about to pounce. You feel your nerves fraying with anxiety so with your weight pressed against your heels you ready yourself to run. They try creeping closer but the second they decide to take a definitive step you bolt.

“Darling that's enough! You need to stop fighting us!”, Price shouts as you swerve at the last second narrowly escaping the two men when they crowd you. You make a break for the kitchen not listening to their shouts as you evade their calloused hands. Thankfully you manage to get to the other side of the breakfast counter before either Gaz or Soap could reach you. Out of reflex you grab the nearest makeshift weapon at your disposal. That being a very expensive looking vase with the flowers they gifted you yesterday. The very first you ever received and you couldn't even appreciate them because they were given to you by your kidnappers. They both stand on the other side looking less than impressed by your choice of weapon.

“Sweetheart we just want to show you your room, that's all,” you hiss and bare your teeth at Gaz earning you an aspirated sigh from him.

“Don't come near! I-I'll hit you!”, your voice breaks which in turn pisses you off more. Strength! Embody Strength! You shout at yourself internally to steel your nerves. You needed more conviction in your tone to inspire fear. Even if it was only a little bit.

It's a stalemate. They looked annoyed, but more exhausted than anything else. Of course they'd be tired. They were getting fucked the whole night while you suffered….

You know you were making things worse for yourself but you didn't want to be locked in that room. Your chances of escaping would plummet. You just needed to hold out a little longer, just a little longer. Someone must be searching for you. Your friends, your family, at least one person would have reported you missing by now. They must have…you needed to get home…

You watch them with laboured breaths, waiting for them to spring at you again. Waiting for an excuse to get violent and get your built up frustrations out. Price pinches his nose in annoyance before giving up and going to sit on the sofa with Ghost following closely behind. It's only Gaz and Soap cornering you now.

“We promise ye’ll like yer room hen, we even got ye ah fluffy blanket and some plushies. Please stop being difficult. We just want tae take care ye.”

“Fuck off, I don't care! You? y-you?” You have to think for a second for an insult that would hurt them, that would make them dislike you. Maybe then they'd let you go.

“ Y-you?… you Dogs!” You instantly regret the words leaving your mouth kinda grateful you didn't end up calling them mutts. Gaz flinches at your raised voice, or more so at the word ‘Dogs’. Guilt floods your heart the second you see their hurt expression, an apology spills out of your mouth before your anger could block out your guilt.

“I'm sorry that was rude of me…but don't come near.” You look at them wearily, you didn't mean to be derogatory towards their biology. Not that you understood it but you didn't need to be rude about it. Their eyes soften at your apology but you still see the flash of hurt cross their eyes.

“I just want to go home, I promise I won't tell anyone about your secret. Please…please won't you let me go? I have people I need to take care of.” You brandish the vase with shaky hands because they were still on the offensive so you keep your guard up.

“We took you for your own good love. You weren't being treated well at home. We'll give you a better life here. You just need to allow us to.” You’re filled with disappointment at Gaz's words. You feel the ever familiar sting of tears tightening your waterline but you stay strong. No, don't cry! Don't show weakness!

“Hah? A better life? A better life? You must fucking kidding if you think I'd believe that!” You scoff at his ridiculous suggestion. You watch Soap try to approach again only for you to step back vase still in hand.

With your tears pushed down your building anger was rearing its ugly head again. It was boiling your blood to the point where you wanted to scald everything surface near you, you wanted to make everyone feel your pain. After years of working hard to appease your parents, trying to get them to see reason, saving money to escape the cage they put you in. You found yourself in yet another cage. The worst part was you only had two weeks until you left. Just two weeks…

Yet you found yourself locked in again, bound to a fixed location at the mercy of four strangers. This time the bars enclosing your freedom were tinted gold, but they were bars nonetheless. You were slowly losing any form of identity you built for yourself. Any form of escape you manifested was crumbling to the ground, much like an like your sanity. Fear was settling in, you felt it in your bones. The rattling was unsettling, this whole situation was. Why you? Why did it have to be you?

And to top it all off they were supernatural beings. You're more shocked how easily you accepted that fact than you are about them actually being werewolves. You attribute that to all the werewolf wattpad stories you read as a teen…. You had so many questions you wanted answered but you didn't want to ask them just in case they take it as your acceptance to being theirs.

“We'll give ye such ah great life here. Ye’ll want for nothing. We'll buy ye whatever ye want, whatever clothes, whatever makeup, whatever food. We'll even buy ye ah new camera. Ye can take as many naughty pictures as ye like.” You freeze at his words, blood running colder than rivers in the arctic. Shock marred your features as you tried to understand what you were hearing. Gaz clocked it first that Soap had just made a huge mistake. And Soap looked at you with guilt the second he saw your distraught face. They fumble with their apologies but you can't seem to hear. Cold blood rushing to your ears blocks out any sound from reaching you.

They saw…They looked through your camera….they saw you naked. They violated your privacy….

Before you were willing to forgive them for what they did at the cabin, namely because you thought they were helping you when you were sick. But they just needed a convenient excuse to get you naked didn't they? Fucking Perverts!

Feeling anger was an understatement, you were feeling down right ravenous for blood, for destruction. How fucking dare they!

“I WANT TO GO HOME! NOW! RIGHT NOW! I DON'T LIKE YOU! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE! LET ME GO YOU FUCKING PRICKS!” You scream your built up aggravation out at them. You flinch at your own anger. You've never had the guts to voice your anger out like this. The most you've ever done is slightly raise your voice which often ended up with you being backhanded by your dad. You've learnt to either stay silent or placate him with money. Money always seemed to work to calm him down. Money wasn't going to help you here.

It was different here. The one punishment they inflicted made you feel buzzed and tingling in all the sting places. And they haven't gotten maliciously violent with you yet. No matter how angry you'd get with them, they wouldn't threaten to harm you. Any aggression they faced at your hands was often met with patience and coos to soothe you as if you were a skittish bunny. That didn't excuse them of being perverts though. Especially Soap for that matter. That man had a problem keeping his hands to himself.

If the cooing didn't work they'd just let you tire yourself out. It often felt like you were talking to a brick wall when they'd get like this. If your screaming bothered them they didn't let it show, only looks of pity crossed either of their faces. Which only served to aggravate you even more. Gaz tries to take a step closer but you just take another set back continuing to let your frustrations out as tears prickle your already bloodshot eyes.

“DON'T COME NEAR ME! I'll hit you! D-don’t...*sob*..come near..*cries*,” a wave of fatigue washes over you while you raise the vase as a warning. Everything you knew was crumbling around you. You felt sick to your stomach despite not having eaten properly in days.

“Can ye pick ah different vase? Me nan gave meh that…”

You're stunned into silence for a second, your tears also drying up. You’re discombobulated at his words, your mind racing to understand what he just said. Guilt sits heavy on your chest as the words unjumble in your head. Your arms immediately lower as an apology leaves your mouth far too easily for your liking.

“Oh..*sniffle* I'm so sor- wait…why the fuck should I care!?"

Right!? Why should you care? You should be angry, you should be breaking things.

But despite you trying to school yourself on maintaining a front, your grip becomes shaky and you're forced to return the vase to its original place. You glare at the two men angrily having put the vase down despite wanting to smash. No matter how bad you wanted to hurt them, this just seemed excessively cruel.

“Thanks for putting down the vase hen. Come on now mah sweet girl, promise ye’ll love yer room.” You stare at him incredulously, more accurately at his audacity.

Tears blur your vision again as you curse your frustrations out at them for the hundredth time today.

“This is your fault! I'm like this because of you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you…” You close your eyes for a split second to clear the falling tears, unfortunately for you that's when both of them take the opportunity to block your escape from either side. You can't do much other than struggle with your limited energy. You haven't been eating out of spite for the last few days. And running around definitely didn't help your situation. Everyone was on edge and your tantrums weren't helping.

Soap wraps his bulky arms around you as gently as he could while whispering his insincere apologies to you. You shout at him not to touch you, to get his ‘filthy hands’ off you. All you were doing was wasting your breath though. Which just serves to aggravate you more. You're upset, you're angry and down right exhausted. You just wanted to go home. The cage at home was better than here. At least you were close to escaping that one.

Soap hoists you up in his arms carrying you towards the living room while Gaz trails behind looking upset and guilty. It seems everyone was at their wits end today. And the boys were due to be deployed this coming Monday, you heard them say as much. Why couldn't they just leave already. You didn't want to be near these perverts.

Once you come into Price's view he ushers Soap to deposit you in his lap while Ghost fiddles with the TV channels. The fight has left you now, you're just limp in Soap's arms while you silently cry out your muddled emotions. Soap gently deposits you on Price's lap and immediately your face is pushed to his neck where you cry harder.

“Our pretty Bunny, it's ok, just cry it out.” Nothing was ok, you weren't ok! You weren't safe from their touches.

“I know. I know. It's ok baby, let us take care of you.” You huff out in anger trying to escape his hold but you just don't have the energy to fight them anymore. So your face remains pushed to the crook of his neck while you're forced to inhale the smell of his aftershave. The worst part was that the scent was soothing your frayed nerves. You inhale the smell of the forest and something slightly fruity and sweet. Strawberry….When did he eat strawberries? You wanted some… You weren't going to tell him that though. Your stomach grumbling does that for you. Traitor…

“Everything we've done we've done for your betterment. I know you're hurt now but you'll understand eventually. Just let us love you darlin. Promise we'll take such good care of you.” You stay silent not knowing how to respond to their bullshit. You'll just have to figure out a way to escape once they leave.

“What is it luvvie? Why are you so pent up today? Do y’need some help making yourself cum? We can smell y���slick cunt since last night.” Ghost coos at you while trying to find a channel to watch on the TV. Your blood boils at his words, your anger that's been simmering erupted like a volcano.

“As if I'd let you monsters touch me! Delete my pictures you fucking perverts!” The simmering violence in you burst out unexpectedly as you grab the spare remote near you to hurl it at his head, hitting him pretty hard.

“Fuc- Ow!” Ghost clutches his covered head. You feel bad immediately after you realise what you've done. You don't even get a chance to apologise before Price is restraining your arms while everyone tuts at your actions. You watch as Gaz goes to check-in on Ghost, they remove his mask away from your sight. Probably checking for any serious injuries.

You hear Price sigh heavily beside you when everything seems fine with Ghost. So you're assuming he wasn't too badly hurt, probably just a little stunned you actually tried hurting him. Before you can try to escape and run you feel an iron grip on your arms halting you. It was just shy of bruising so when you tried to push away from him you weren't expecting him to growl so inhumanly at you, or with so much anger. He seemed pissed, very pissed. Maybe you should apologise but you were too scared to do anything other than try to escape.

“Ghost was right. We can't have you getting violent like this. I think it's about time we teach you a lesson luv. This behaviour has gone on too long.” His voice was deceptively calm, while you only heard grunts of approval from the other men. Your emotions were all over the place on one hand you felt bad for hitting Ghost on the other you wanted to escape by any means, even if that meant you hurting them. You still can't believe they’ve seen your pictures. The humiliation just doesn't stop, does it?

Price had you bent over his knee before you could realise what was happening. You're made aware of the power imbalance from the get go. There was no way you'd escape his hold. If you weren't going to be able to hurt them physically while you struggle, you think perhaps you could use your words instead. The first flurry of curses leaves your mouth as wrists are captured and pinned to the small of your back.

“I hate you! You stupid assholes! Perverts! You don't care about me! Let me go!” You repeat the same sentences over and over and over again. Until your own ears felt like they were bleeding.

“Don't make things harder for yourself sweetheart. I think we've been too soft on you if you're acting like this.” This whole time you felt Price's large hand caressing your back down to your ass cheeks. Giving the plush of your bottom a mean pinch before landing a hard slap over your pajama bottoms. You bite down a groan as the sting travels down to your already drenched cunt. No doubt they know you've been soaked since last night.

“What do you think Simon? How do you want to punish her?

Ghost comes into view, mask still on. Only his obsidian eyes were on display. They looked eerily devoid of emotions. You expected him to be more angry than he looked but then again looks are often deceiving. Soap moves out of his way as he crouches to be level with your face. His glove covered hands come up to wipe away the tears staining your face. He was surprisingly gentle when caressing you.

“That throw was personal wasn't it luv? I'll be nice and forgive you if you apologise.” You shake your head to the best of your ability only to be rewarded with a chuckle. You just glare at him seeing that he found the situation funny.

“How about this? You have a nice big dinner with us and you don't have to get a spanking. But you have to finish your food. Doesn't that sound nice?” You glare not wanting to give the satisfaction of doing what they say. Or getting potentially drugged again. Even though you were extremely hungry. Your stomach being the treacherous bitch she is decides this is the moment she wants attention on her and growls for everyone to hear. Gaz and Soap just watched you with sympathy and you hated that even more. You didn't need their pity. You didn't want their care or affection. You just wanted to go home.

“Oh you poor thing, you shouldn't be so cruel to yourself. Come on… all you have to do is have some dinner. It's either that or Price here spanks you so hard you'd be unable to walk without wincing in pain.” You hate that he was making a reasonable offer. It just pissed you off more that they got to pick and choose when they wanted to be cooperative with you.

“So what do you say? Y'want to be good for us?” You glare but don't answer straight away knowing you'd probably get yourself into more trouble. You weigh the options out. Your fear and anger waging a war in your head as you do so. In the end your anger wins. You weren't going to submit to their whims; it was the only thing you could control right now. And you needed the sense of control more than you needed food.

“Fuck you! I want my pictures deleted, you asshole!” That sentence sealed your faith for the night.

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley is interested in you, but so is his fraternity brother. And even if Bradley can get you in his room again, you can't seem to get past his door.

Warnings: Angst, swears, mention of sex

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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When Bradley woke up with Phoebe pressed against him for the second day in a row, it made him feel annoyed above all else. He shouldn't still be calling her to come over like this. It had been three years already, and they should either be dating or nothing at all.

"Pheebs, it's late," he told her, even though it was barely nine o'clock. He just wanted her to go. So he got out of bed and grabbed a clean towel. "I'm going to take a shower," he told her as he threw away the condom wrapper that was on his floor. As he walked out of his room, he tried to ignore the writing on his door, and he hoped if he took a long enough shower, Phoebe would be gone when he got back. 

The bathroom was still filthy, but the shower was hot, and it felt good. He would clean up the house this week, and he'd make Tyson and Jeff help him. He briefly wondered if he could get any information about you out of Jeff. God, you were so cute, and cute girls really got him going. You were wearing actual clothing, jeans and stuff that would have been fun for him to remove. You didn't seem like the high maintenance types that favored his fraternity parties, and he liked that about you too. 

Your lips were pouty and your words had kept him on his toes the entire time he was with you. He'd thought about your hand while Phoebe's was on his dick last night. He'd thought about your body while he was inside her. He wondered what kinds of noises you would make, and he wanted to be the one coaxing them out of you. Not Jeff. He wouldn't do a good enough job. But Bradley would.   

And now his dick was hard. "Fuck," he groaned, stroking himself. This had to be a brand new low for him, jerking off in the shower to the thought of one girl while a different girl was still in his bed from the previous night. 

But he could picture you licking your lips and calling him Beer Boy. He could remember exactly how your voice sounded. And he came as he whispered your name. 

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You woke up still thinking about Bradley. Jeff was the one who walked you home, and you'd even kissed him on the cheek, but you had been thinking about his taller, feistier fraternity brother the entire time. 

What was wrong with you? Bradley's door was literally covered in girls' names and phone numbers! And whoever Phoebe was... well, she made it clear she was his number one. 

You decided you would spend Sunday getting Bradley out of your system, and then on Monday you would start fresh. You were going to ask Jeff out. When you were alone with him in the library, you were going to do it. You thought he would say yes. He had seemed a little concerned last night when you told him you went upstairs to check out Bradley's room.

"You and every other girl," Jeff had remarked with a scowl. 

But Bradley had actually been pretty sweet. He'd even held your hand. The only reason you asked him to stop was because he promised he wouldn't touch you without permission, and you wanted to see what he would do. But part of you wanted him to keep holding your hand, and maybe touch you in other places too. And if Jeff hadn't called your phone to see where you went, you would have gladly stayed in Bradley's room longer. 

When you took a shower, you had to physically force yourself to stop thinking about him. It looked like you had the apartment to yourself for the morning after Janessa texted you to say she was going to stay with Tyson. Apparently he had been the one to win Janessa's attention. You couldn't help but wonder which Beta guy had been the one to lose out to Tyson. It certainly seemed like it was Bradley. Could it be because he was paying attention to you instead of her?

You spent the entire afternoon studying and getting ready for the week. And when you got to class and saw Jeff on Monday morning, you forced yourself to remember you had a crush on him. 

"Hey," he said, dropping down to sit next to you in your calculus classroom. "We studying in the library after lunch?"

"Sure," you replied, but now that you really looked at him, maybe he wasn't as cute as you had originally thought? You used to love blonds. Not that you had a ton of experience, but pretty much all of your crushes and hookups had looked similar to Jeff. Bradley looked completely different. Dark hair, smirking lips, intense brown eyes. 

As class started, you let your forehead rest against your textbook. You couldn't stop thinking about Bradley, but you really needed to. 

And it didn't help that he showed up to the tiny study room you were sharing with Jeff that afternoon.

You had almost done it. You had almost worked up the nerve to ask Jeff if he wanted to go to one of the basketball games with you, when Bradley poked his head inside the room and said, "Hey."

With one word, your mouth went slightly agape and you couldn't think up a single response. He was wearing a backwards cap and an adorable grin.

"What are you doing here?" Jeff asked, his voice laced with suspicion. "You never come to the library."

"First time for everything," Bradley replied with his eyes on you as he said it. "How are you?"

"I'm doing just fine, Beer Boy," you replied, trying your best not to smile. 

"I'm still Beer Boy? Come on, I told you my name," he replied, plopping into the third chair at the tiny table. 

"If you're not going to study quietly, we'll kick you out," Jeff told him with a warning tone. 

Bradley shrugged at him and pulled a novel out of his bag. "I told you yesterday when we were cleaning the house that I had to read for English," Bradley replied, but he was still looking right at you. "Don't you remember? It was right after we were talking about Y/N."

Your eyes went wide. "You were talking about me?"

You saw Jeff grimace at the same time Bradley grinned at you. "Yeah," Bradley confirmed. "You're the talk of the town."

An embarrassed heat crept up your neck. "What did you two say about me?"

Jeff cleared his throat loudly. "Dude, let us study or get out."

With one more grin in your direction, Bradley switched his focus to Ernest Hemingway, leaving you and Jeff in the requested silence to get your work done. But your heart was still pounding, and Bradley's knee came to rest against yours under the table.

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Bradley was being an asshole. He knew it. Jeff knew it. You probably knew it too. But he didn't really care, because he had just made you blush. He didn't spend time with girls who were even capable of blushing anymore, and he really wanted to reach out and feel how warm your cheeks were. 

When he had been cleaning the Beta house with Jeff and Tyson yesterday, he asked Jeff what the deal was with you. When Jeff waffled a bit, Bradley announced that he thought you were fucking adorable. He watched Jeff's face fall, and he heard Tyson snicker. 

Then Jeff glared at him. "Don't even try it. I'm begging you. She's a nice girl."

Bradley felt his hands clench. So the guys thought he wasn't deserving of a nice girl. It wasn't that he didn't agree with them for the most part, but that still stung a bit. It's not like he was going to try to fuck you and never talk to you again. It wasn't like he was going to ignore you or hurt you. Shit. He liked you.

He had dropped the conversation after that. But he knew you and Jeff spent a lot of time together at the library on campus. So he decided it was time to pop his library cherry and pay the place a visit. And from there, it wasn't hard to find your study room. 

He wasn't really reading The Sun Also Rises, because he had finished it last week and already completed his essay. He was silently studying you as you ran the eraser end of your pencil along your bottom lip. Jesus, he'd love to put his cock there. He'd been thinking about you a lot, in every position imaginable. Now he wondered if he could make you blush all the way down to your tits. 

Your eyes met his over the book, and you smirked like you knew what he was thinking about. He was kind of hoping his thoughts were transparent to you. He would love it if you knew how he imagined you, looking all fucked out in his bed. If Jeff wasn't sitting there, Bradley would have made a move. You should be sitting in his lap by now in an ideal world. 

When Bradley felt your knee rubbing his, he had to bite back a moan. He was sure you did that on purpose, but when he reached for your leg, you were already out of your seat. "Shit, I'm going to be late for my lab!" you said, tossing everything into your bag and looping your arms through the straps. 

Bradley was instantly out of his seat as well. "I'll walk with you. I need to get lunch anyway." He took one last fleeting look at Jeff's pissed off expression as he followed you out of the study room. 

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You kept glancing over your shoulder as you practically ran out of the library, but Bradley was right there with you. Your smile grew each time you glanced back, and he was smiling at you, too.

"You don't have to walk with me, Beer Boy," you told him as you rushed past the circulation desk.

"What if I want to?" he asked, waving to a group of girls who looked surprised to see him in the library. 

"It's a free country. I can't stop you from walking across campus." 

"God bless America," he mumbled as you both stepped onto the sidewalk side by side. "You know, it's only fair if I give you a nickname too, since you won't use my real name."

You couldn't help but giggle at how ridiculous he was. "Maybe that's fair. But I've already been called every iteration of nerd out there, so hit me with your best."

"Nerd? That's the furthest thing from my mind when I think about you," he said as you led him through the quad toward the science building. 

"So you've been talking about me and thinking about me?" you asked, trying to focus on where you were walking. 

"Hmmm," he hummed in response. "I'm going to call you Pretty Miss Decimal. No, wait... Mesmerizing Mathlete. You were a mathlete in high school, weren't you?" You just rolled your eyes in response, and he said, "Yeah. Thought so. I can tell by the way smart girls make me feel." 

You had reached your classroom door with one minute to spare, and now you were gaping at him. No wonder he had so many phone numbers on his bedroom door. "How do smart girls make you feel, Beer Boy?"

The grin he aimed your way was lethal. "I'll tell you later, Sugar. Don't want you to be late for class." He ran his fingers softly through your hair, and then he was gone, and you were still standing at the door like an idiot as your professor came over to close it. 

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On Wednesday afternoon, Bradley sat in the living room of his fraternity house, ignoring calls from Phoebe and trying to study. He needed the best grades possible to still have a chance at naval officer training. Not that he'd ever told anyone that. 

Jeff tried to walk through the house without Bradley noticing. He'd been trying to avoid Bradley since the party on Saturday night. The party where Bradley met you.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Bradley called to Jeff before he could disappear into the kitchen. "It's about her, isn't it?"

Jeff tossed his books onto the armchair and came to stand right in front of Bradley where he sat on the couch. "Of course it's about her."

Bradley sighed. "You want me to back off because you like her, or because you think I'm a scumbag?" he asked. 

Jeff just looked at him, and Bradley had the growing urge to punch him in the face. Maybe a fight would make him feel better. It's not like his face could get more fucked up looking than it already was. Having Jeff hit him back would probably feel cathartic. Fighting over a girl who would probably only ever call him Beer Boy and tell him not to hold her hand would be good for him. Help him remember his place. 

Just then his phone rang again, vibrating across the coffee table, illuminated with Phoebe's name. 

"Why don't you answer your booty call?" Jeff asked him, picking up the phone and handing it to Bradley. "And leave the nice girls alone."

Bradley ignored the call and stood abruptly, towering over Jeff by a good few inches, but his friend didn't back down at all. "You afraid she might like me better? You afraid she would rather fuck me than go on a date with you? We could always just ask her. She's smart, you know. Probably knows what she wants."

"You do enough damage around here. Just stay the fuck away from her," Jeff warned before storming off.

But Bradley could not. He crashed the study room again on Thursday. Jeff glared when he arrived, but you smiled brightly at him. 

"Beer Boy, what brings you by?" you asked softly. Bradley sat down in the empty chair after pulling it a few inches closer to you. 

"Just wanted to check on my favorite Mathlete. How was your lab the other day?" 

"It was good. But you never finished what you started to tell me," you whispered, and Bradley saw you glance at Jeff. 

Bradley smiled at your pouty lips. "About how smart girls make me feel?"

"Time for class!" Jeff announced, even though Bradley knew you had at least five more minutes before you really needed to leave. "You coming?" 

You started to pack up your books. "Yeah," you told Jeff. "Go ahead, I'll catch up." 

Jeff looked between you and Bradley before turning and walking away slowly.

Bradley didn't waste any time, leaning in close and telling you, "They make me want to kiss them until they sound stupid. Touch them until they sound so fucking dumb."

When your teeth sunk into your soft bottom lip, Bradley almost grabbed you and kissed you. You were stuck in his mind, and he couldn't even distract himself with Phoebe. He could make you want him back. He knew he could. 

"I gotta go," you told him breathlessly, staring at his lips. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow night? Jeff invited me to the house for the party."

Bradley nodded his head. "I'll be there. Come find me if you want." There, he'd firmly put the ball back in your court. He'd let you know exactly what he thought about you. If you wanted Jeff, so be it. He could probably make himself want Phoebe again. Or he could find someone else. But he knew he would still think about you.

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Apparently Janessa and Tyson were a full blown thing now. You walked to the Beta house with her, and listened to her rambling on about him.

"He's so sexy, don't you think? He's got that flawless face with the squared jaw. He's actually almost too hot, if that makes sense. Just a totally different vibe than Bradley. Not that he's not cute in his own way, even with all the scars, but I think Tyson was a way better pick for me, you know?"

You paused. "So Bradley was the other guy you were trying to hook up with?" You'd had that suspicion all along, since he was the other one Janessa was hanging all over last weekend. 

"Yeah, but he hadn't been paying me that much attention. Stopped wanting to hang out with me, probably because of Phoebe."

Your heart lurched as you thought about the name in big, bold handwriting on his bedroom door. "Who is she? His girlfriend?" Now you felt awkward, like you wanted to turn around and head back to your apartment. Why was he flirting with you while he had a girlfriend? And if he was flirting with you, then he was probably flirting with anyone who would give him the time of day.

"I'm not sure what they are," she replied as you both walked into the house with the music blaring. Just when you decided that you definitely wanted to turn back, you heard Jeff calling your name and waving you over to where he stood with a group of people. 

"Go have fun," Janessa told you with a wink, and you headed toward Jeff. You'd barely thought about him at all this week, only really paying attention to him when you studied together. And the two times that Bradley had been there as well, your attention was definitely on him and not Jeff. 

"Hey!" Jeff called pulling you in for a hug that you barely reciprocated before backing away. Bradley's words were echoing in your mind. He had invited you to come seek him out. You wanted to find him and hang out with him again. You wanted him to know you'd be okay with him kissing you stupid. You wanted to hear him tell you Phoebe wasn't his girlfriend. 

"Hi, Jeff. Hey, I'm just going to grab one of the good beers out of the kitchen fridge, okay?" 

You made your way through the house, trying to remember how Bradley had led you to the kitchen last time. You stumbled upon Tyson and Janessa kissing, and then you saw a few people you knew from class. When you finally found the kitchen and strolled inside, you noticed how much quieter it was back here. You also noticed Bradley, sitting on the counter next to the refrigerator with a beer in his hand. 

You couldn't help but smile as he hopped down.

"Were you looking for me?" he asked you softly before reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out the same kind of beer you drank last weekend. 

He opened the bottle and handed it to you. "I was just looking for the beer fridge," you told him with a shrug.

"That's why I was sitting next to it, hoping you'd find me too."

You tried not to smile as you took a sip. "Maybe I was looking for you too, but you were definitely my second priority after the beer."

He nodded solemnly. "That makes sense. I can live with that. Come upstairs with me?"

You licked your lips nervously. Jeff was the one who had invited you here. Jeff was the one you were still meaning to ask on a date. Jeff was waiting for you at the other end of the house. But when Bradley held out his hand, you took it. 

"Are you giving me permission to hold your hand tonight?" he asked, lacing his fingers through yours as he led you toward the stairs like last time.

"For now," you told him. 

"I can live with that, too."

His room was just the same as last weekend. His economics book was open on his desk, and his US Navy desk lamp was on.

"Your room is very tidy," you remarked walking past him, barely brushing against him with your shoulder. 

"Always been a bit of a neat freak. Living in this house is frankly quite disgusting at times."

You giggled and stopped to look at the collection of novels on his bookshelf. He had a lot of your favorites. You felt him standing directly behind you, the heat from his body was radiating and warming you.

"What's your major?" you asked him, setting down your beer and flipping through his notebooks. His notes were neat and orderly.

"Political science," he replied, stopping right next to you. "I tried to pick a major where I could guarantee good grades, but I actually really enjoy it."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Why didn't you pick your major because you wanted to study it?"

Bradley shrugged before taking a sip of beer. He seemed hesitant to answer you, but he did anyway. "My dad died when I was a little kid, but I want to have the opportunity to be a naval aviator like he was. Since things didn't work out how I had originally planned... I know I will need a really good GPA to get into the program this late in the game."

"You kept all of your dad's stuff?"

Bradley nodded. "Yeah."

You glanced up at him through your long eyelashes. "Sorry you lost him so young." When Bradley just shrugged in response, you continued. "You want to go to flight school? No wonder your GPA is so high. It's competitive, right?" you asked, softly touching the dog tags again, just like last weekend.

"Very competitive. But I don't mind working hard for something I want," he whispered, leaning a little closer to you. "And now you officially know more about all of that than anyone else here."

"Oh," you whispered, eyeing him carefully. "Even more than Phoebe?"

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Bradley watched you glance toward his open bedroom door. He didn't have to turn to know you were reading her name where it was written in sharpie. 

Bradley had given Jeff ample time to make a move. Really, he had been more than generous. Jeff had known you for a long time, and it wasn't Bradley's fault if he hadn't sealed the deal with you yet. It wasn't Bradley's fault that Jeff should have already been dating you by now.

But it might have been Bradley's fault that you were in his bedroom, looking at him like you couldn't remember who Jeff even was. 

"Yeah, Sugar. You officially know more about my career ambitions than she does." 

You looked pleased with yourself as you tried to casually drink your beer. Bradley wanted to keep feeding you information if it meant you would stay in here with him.

You turned to face him fully and took your time examining his scars. He was bracing himself to hear you ask about them, but you didn't. "Phoebe? Is she your girlfriend?"

"No."

"Would she be upset if she heard you say that?"

He laughed. "No."  Because truthfully, she would not. 

"And all of those other girls?" you whispered, your eyes on his door again.

"Don't look at that, Sugar. They don't matter." His voice was pleading, even to his own ears. 

"Okay," you told him, and you walked across the room to gently close the door, effectively keeping the names on the other side of it out of the conversation. 

And now it was even quieter in his room. And God, he wanted to taste you. He wanted to fuck you. He wanted to talk to you all night. 

You inched closer to him again. Bradley watched you examine his scars some more. You made no move to be discreet about it.

"You going to ask what happened to me?" Everyone always wanted to know why he looked this way. He wished he could go back, before he'd ended up crashing headfirst through the glass table.  

You shook your head. "No. You can tell me about it when you want to. Or not. You still look hot."

Your eyes went a little wide like you couldn't believe you had said that to him. 

"Oh yeah?" he asked with a grin. "I don't get that as much these days."

You turned away from him again. "Well, that's just because you don't get to hear what people say about you behind your back. Janessa was plenty interested in you before she decided on Tyson."

He didn't really care who else thought he looked good. You just told him you thought he did. 

"I don't care about Janessa," he told you. 

"Good," you said, setting your empty beer bottle on his desk. Bradley loved the way your torn jeans hugged your ass. His body was absolutely begging his brain for permission to touch you. 

"You gonna go out with Jeff?" he asked you, voice raspy as you turned to face him and moved closer.

"He hasn't asked me," you confirmed with a shrug. "You think I should just ask him out?"

"No. That's not a good idea," Bradley told you, touching the ends of your hair. 

"Why not?" you asked softly. He watched your chest rise and fall as your breaths grew shallow. He needed to taste you.

Bradley leaned down and kissed you softly one time. "Because, if you did, he would be so mad that we're kissing right now," he whispered.

You licked your lips and ran your fingertips along his scarred cheek. He was going to lose his mind. 

"Okay, Beer Boy," you whispered, and Bradley's hands were immediately on your hips, pulling you against him. 

Bradley pressed his lips to yours again, and you wrapped your hands around his shoulders and slid them to the back of his neck and into his hair. 

He parted your lips gently with his and tasted your tongue. Sweet. You were so sweet. And you felt so pliant in his hands. He threaded his fingers through the belt loops of your jeans and pulled you even closer.

"Bradley," you moaned, and his cock throbbed for you. 

"Oh, so you do remember my name," he groaned as you ran your hand down the front of his tee shirt. 

You looked up at him, pupils wide and cheeks flushed, running your fingers along his abs. 

"I do," you confirmed. "You gonna kiss me stupid? Make me forget it?"

Bradley grinned. "Now that's one thing I want you to remember, Sugar." 

You bit your lip, and just when Bradley ran his hands under your shirt, touching the soft skin of your waist, his phone rang loudly on his desk. 

You both turned to look at Phoebe's name illuminated on the phone screen. 

"You know what? That's okay," you said, taking a step away from him. "You should answer that, and I'm gonna go." 

"Wait," Bradley said, reaching for your hand. But you pulled it from his grasp and left without another word, eyeing his door as you went. 

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Thanks for reading this fic! I hope you enjoy this version of Bradley as much as I do! Thanks again to @mak-32 for everything! This fic is for you!

PART 3

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Since I decided the best way to make it through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage is to drink my way through it, welcome to the third round of

CockTails in the Skyy!

This week's drink is Jack Nasty to honor one of the iconic lines from Brokeback Mountain since the boys were serving us cinematic odes in the trailer:

Jack Daniel's Honey Whiskey for the pair's sweet yet intense dynamic

unfiltered apple cider for the A+ prefect jerk, Akk

lemon juice for the wrench in the system and Sour Patch kid, Ayan

honey and cinnamon on the rim for Kan and Thua

This drink is mostly whiskey because I know there is singing in BOTH episodes. I love spoilers, so I already know the BBM scenes are a dream, but it's too late to turn back now! I've committed to this drink (whiskey) and this journey!

Bottoms up!

I don’t remember anything that is happening. THEY WE'RE EXPELLED FOR A SEMESTER?! (and still graduated on time . . . I smell a coverup!)

We got shots of the eclipse during the show, and now we'll get plenty of scenes with the sun because they are living in the light!

If only this could've been how Brokeback really went.

The way First, I mean Akk, just looked . . . ahhhhh

How long have they been there that there are multiple days of chores? I like camping but three days max!

A voice-over to make me feel worse that Aye is going to ignore Akk. cool cool cool

I don’t understand this space vs. place conversation, so the whiskey is working.

Aye throwing out a full moon and a holiday instead of Akk's birthday hurts me. As a Leo, this behavior is unacceptable.

Akk constantly saying "Aye" instead of Ayan, when we worked HARD for that during the series is feeding my soul.

Product placement! So glad we got someone to pay for our fanfiction this time around.

I do not like to frolic. I do not like to witness others frolicking. Too much energy when we should be laying down.

What is this conversation about the motorbike about?

Oh! It’s about vers.

Thua's filtering Kan's bad personality? If we had to make a comparison of who is feistier, it'd be Thua! Wat is putting the blame on the wrong kid. Thua would be the bad influence!

Who’s Mork?! Now is not the time for MORE characters.

PAWIN!

As a college professor, this Wat x Sani agenda is a HARD NO! No further comments. No additional notes. Just no. NO!

I should've done a shot instead each time a film scene pops up. I'd be four deep right now and a lot less sober.

MORK IS KENJI! Twice in one week, sir! First in Step by Step and now this! Give my man the love plot I was robbed of in 609 Bedtime Story!

Good friends for helping Wat who was the BEST BOY during the show always helping them. Also, AJ looks like he could cry on command, so I need this to be utilized more.

I can't invest in this fight when they are wearing shades of each other's color. The love is there. It's written all over them.

Kan threatening Aye about touching Thua because he still isn't over the car moment. Stay petty, babes!

Aye could hear the phone over this loud ass water?!

More product placement! We got McDonald's money, y'all!

Oh, shit! It's the guitar! MUTE

Kan being the lovey dovey type feels so good because he was so afraid to touch Thua before and was very aggressive. Now, it's all soft touches with Thua. Love that for them both.

Call me Sebastian because I'm not even hearing this fight since all I want Aye to do is "sha-la-la-la-la-la KISS THE BOY"

Another Jack Nasty for episode 2! I need to STFU this round, but I'll blame my many thoughts on the whiskey.

"As a friend." AS A FRIEND?! See, Akk stays asking for it. These two like pushing each other's buttons.

I am Namo. Inviting myself places. Watching my friend's deal with relationship bs. Smiling when they get caught sneaking around.

Wat making them hug is the friend version of making siblings put on the same shirt.

Stupid Dream Productions <- That's quality

Popsicles. Bike rides. Color exchanges. A bridge! Stupid Dream Productions made this possible.

Kan and Thua sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. (I see that neck grab, sir)

Thua is SERVING in this outfit! With the smiley face and dice necklace too. No wonder why Kan is so protective. Thua's got looks while Kan gives hardware hubby vibes. I love it!

Akk and Aye wearing white is a callback to the OST, no?

I will never be over the fact that all of these boys bullied Nan, Nong, and Nian, and every time "the bad stuff" from the past is mentioned, I get in my feels.

Oh, no! This short film is taking me back! Deep in my feels with that burning dummy.

Golf! Hey, homie!

"they secretly transferred me money in the end." Why did this not land for me? I should be happy his family is supporting him, but . . . *gonna moonwalk away from this*

This guy talking to Wat is the assistant director of The Eclipse, Pro Siwasit, but Wat said Nut. I feel confident even in my whiskey haze.

I am Namo. Putting my foot in my mouth when my friends are in distress. So glad he is less sus this time around.

SINGING!!!!! NO!!!! Why is this necessary?! Sweet baby Jesus with the historical accurate skin tone. I CANNOT!

I can't even enjoy what I like to call the sign-of-the-cross kiss because I'm still upset about the singing.

Another cake for the collection. Missed opportunity for a moon and sun themed cake, but at least there are stars and red, blue, and yellow candles.

Dacryphilia - getting pleasure or aroused by others' troubles or tears -> Aye, we need to discuss this kink.

Akk: I love hugging you; Aye: I love pissing you off.

A shower scene! Drying each other's hair! Saying they love each other!!!!

Only Friends when?

I'm somehow parched after that final scene even though I drank the entire time, so it's time for the rating. I won't deduct points for Akk and Aye's clear relationship dynamic (and kink), but I will deduct half a point for singing and a full point for that teacher/student plot this show is still pushing. Actually, that gets a point and A HALF deduction!

8/10 CockTails for making me, a person who believes in pushing boundaries, realize I have clear boundaries that cannot be crossed.

I didn't love Vice Versa, but I am ecstatic to see its installment next week. It's giving me Baby Shark. It's giving me colors. It's giving me Sea's side profile. It's giving me the possibility that Tess had a kid!

Daddy Sharks, doo-doo, doo-doo. Daddy Sharks, doo-doo, doo-doo

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rate, from 1 to 10, weird Napoleonic ships that were on Ao3

I mean, what constitutes "weird"?

I am, after all, a purveyor of fine Galaxy Brained takes when it comes to pairings.

I suppose I will apply my not-at-all standardized or rigorous or consistent concept of "weird" with 1 being "whatevs/normal" and 10 being "we should marry because our brains are the same brains"

I am only taking non-real relationships. Like, no Napoleon/Josephine or Arthur/Kitty or whatever. Also no fictional things (so no Assassins Creed etc.)

Napoleon/Alexander I - 1. This is entry level Napoleonic shipping. People shipped it in 1806 and people ship it now. Weak in the weirdness category.

Napoleon/Duroc - I give this a 2 only because no one in 1806 was like "hmmm, let's make miniature portraits of them kissing". But it's also entry level. Not weak, though, because Duroc is tender and I love him. They're also a solid heart-break ship, but in a different way to Napoleon/Alexander

Jean-Baptiste Bessières/Jean Lannes - 5. Solid. They're marshals, it's going to be messy. It's going to be spicy. It's Bessieres, the man with the best nose and the biggest balls when it came to confronting Napoleon. And Jean "I call Napoleon a whore [affectionate] in public" Lannes. It's also a pairing I wouldn't have initially thought of, so points for originality.

William Pitt the Younger/William Wilberforce - 4. Not common, but that terrible Amazing Grave movie really set them up so it's less out of left field as one would think. Also Willy Pitt Jr. ran with a racy and wild crowd when young so I can see him making out with Wilberforce, drunk, at 5am and being like "it's fiiiiiine"

Napoleon Bonaparte/ Ludwig van Beethoven - FINNALLY some real meat on the bones! I give this a 9. This is a solid ship that I am now invested in, having thought about it for approximately ten seconds. Love it. Anyone who writes music for another person, only to have their heart shattered by that person, then just retitles it and is petty about it all - Glorious. Whoever over on AO3 that wrote some hard smut for these too, call me maybe?

Napoleon Bonaparte/Jean Lannes - another 1 to 2. Unoriginal. Everyone thinks of them after pondering Napoleonic pairings for more than ten minutes. Lannes was as clingy as Duroc but was feistier about it. Napoleon's heart shattered at both their deaths. Yes, yes, been there done that. Give me something weirder.

Napoleon Bonaparte/Arthur Wellesley - OBVIOUSLY I am here for this pairing. I give it only an 7 on the weird scale though because they are SUCH classic Enemies-to-Lovers that it's like...textbook. They might not have met in real life, but Arthur supposedly did save Napoleon's life on the battle field when that sniper had N in line of sight and asked for permission to shoot and A was like "we're generals fighting a battle, not assassins" or something along those lines. Also, BOY HOWDY have they met in my head. As always, any who ship them, ummmm look me up?

Alexander I/Metternich - GOOD. YES. This is a 10. This is a: hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahh I love it. Bonkers. What even! Galaxy Brain. I will say, I wouldn't read anything with them because Alexander annoys me on a personal level, but I fully respect this ship and those that are into it.

George IV/Female OC - eh a 3. Purely because Prinny is usually not sought after material, in terms of fiction, so respect for that. But it's straight and not buck-wild as a concept so 3.

Fouché/Talleyrand - OK SO YES. But the ONLY reason this isn't getting a 10 and only like a 9 is that I thought of this when I was fourteen and if fourteen year old me was like "those two old men fucked but in a hate-fuck way" then I feel like it's sort-of low hanging fruit? BUT. It's also fucking WILD because of the two men involved so hence the high rating. Fouche and Talleyrand would ROLE in their graves and this delights me.

I’ve revised my thoughts on the above - they’re a 10. It’s weird. They’re absolutely a 10 together. Eat it, Charles-Maurice. 

Napoleon Bonaparte / Sir Sidney Smith - giving this a solid 9 because of rare-pair reasons and like William Sidney Smith was a Piece of Work personality wise and so was Napoleon and the two of them just like...fucking on a boat is delightful. Also, as Napoleon's prisoner for that while in Paris, I feel like it can go to some weird dark places which pleases me. 

Alexander I/Caulaincourt - 10. THIS IS A 10. WHAT EVEN. Sorry Caulaincourt and anyone is like above a 5 by virtue of involving Caulaincourt. Bless him. Napoleon would be j-e-a-l-o-u-s and hahahah oh man. Ohhhh man. yeah. this is for sure a 10.

Berthier/Napoleon Bonaparte - Ooooh I think this is a sweet 7.5. Maybe an 8. But it's an 8 that can call me maybe?? the person who thought this up? Berthier out here defenestrating himself because of Napoleon. Heartbreaking. Berthier all overworked and under appreciated - my love for the civil service continues. Yeah. This is a little weird, a little unepxected, but I roll with it.

Talleyrand/Napoleon Bonaparte - ok so I can't decide if this is a 10 or an 8. Because as soon as I saw this pairing I was like "YES. this is it. This is Gold" but then I was like "wait, though, it makes a lot of sense. I can make this work" which lowers in the weirdness category. what even is weird. Regardless of whether you feel it is an 10 or an 8 in your soul, the person who came up with it can invade my brain and heart all they want. Gout and all.

Ok - there are endless pairings in the Napoleon RPF tag on AO3 and I've picked from the first two tabs. There were some I didn't include for various reasons (Bessieries/Duroc, par exemple) but I hope you enjoyed.

And if anyone wants to take a swing at Talleyrand/Napoleon or Beethoven/Napoleon or Fouché/Talleyrand, I'm *here* for you.

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if it’s not too much , could you write about you telling barry you’re pregnant, but it’s angsty? like he snaps at you abd you’re like “don’t yell at me or my child and i are gone”

Author's Notes: I love Baby Daddy Barry. Weak for Baby Daddy Barry - or just Barry in general... This one is a little feistier than the others..

Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy (so, unprotected sex - be safe!) , Angst, Mentions of dealing drugs, Sexual references - sexual innuendos

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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She stood in the parking lot of the clinic with her hands on her hips and looked at the sky. That anxious feeling that had been sitting on her chest for the last few weeks was now exceptionally heavy.

Confirmed. She was pregnant.

She was completely unsure of how he was going to react to the news. It wasn't something they talked about, although their birth control plan was more on the reckless and carefree side of things. He preferred the pull out method, or "see how it goes" more than anything.

As she slowly made her way up the dirt drive towards the small home she had been living in with him for the last few months, she felt her heart rate begin to pick up. The back of her neck started to get sweaty, and it had nothing to do with the afternoon sun on the back on it.

"Where you been?" He grunted as he walked around from the back of the house, pulling a bandana from the back pocket of his coveralls as wiped it over the wrench in his other hand.

"I was at the clinic." She replied softly as she walked over to him, her hands behind her back. She stopped herself during her movement as she wondered if Barry could notice a change in her body. A baby bump, or any thing. She felt like her boobs were larger than life lately, and wondered how he hadn't caught on.

"You alright?" Barry asked as he placed the tool back in its rightful box then stood in front of her.

"Remember how I said I wasn't feeling well? And my boobs hurt?" She replied as she reached for the buttons of his coveralls, her eyes on his chest.

Barry hummed in response, his hands at his sides. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, knowing where this was going. He had never gotten anyone pregnant before - to his knowledge - but he wasn't stupid. He knew they had been a little extremely reckless lately, and it felt like only a matter of time before this conversation came up.

"No." Barry stated firmly as he looked his pregnant girlfriend up and down, then turned to walk back into his house.

"No? What do you mean? I felt sick for days, and you couldn't touch my boobs because it hurt too much. So I went to the doctor and - Stop walking! Barry, I'm pregnant!" She called after him as he walked away from her.

"I mean, you can't be here and pregnant. I'm a dealer. I can't have my baby mama here, while I'm dealing coke. It's illogical. Makes no sense." Barry replied as he ran his fingers under his chin.

"Then get another job, Barry." She glared, hands on her hips.

"I had every job there is to have on this island. This is my job. It's the job I'm gonna have." Barry growled back at her. His eyes scanned her body and it all made sense now.

The strange appetite, her breasts hurting when he tried to touch her, her insatiable need for him otherwise, and the mood swings - more rapid than usual. He should have known a while ago that something was different.

"So, our baby is gonna have a drug dealer daddy?" She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest, standing her ground.

"Should've thought of that before you let me knock you up, fuck you like a slut on the beach." Barry spat, looking her over and ignoring the ache in his heart to touch her, feel that little piece of love growing inside her.

"Fuck you, Barry. Don't talk to me like that, or I'll be gone for real. Me and the baby." She glared, taking a step forward so the tips of their toes touched.

That was one of the things Barry loved about her so much. She wasn't afraid of him. She stood her ground with him better than half the men he dealt with daily. She would put a bullet in him just as easily as she would take one for him, and he liked that about her.

"Can't take it from me." Barry mumbled as he looked down at her while the tension between them dissipated slightly. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his coveralls and kept his eyes on her.

"Then what do we do?" She sighed while she uncrossed her arms and pushed her hands through her hair.

"Not gonna stop dealing, 'cause I won't work a 9-5. And I make too much money dealing to these fucking Kooks. Send our kid to an Ivy League or something, if it wanted. But I don't want you to leave." Barry grumbled, taking one hand out of his pocket to lace his fingers with hers.

"So we can stay?" She unlaced her fingers to take hold of wrist, placing his hand over her belly where his baby was growing.

"Yeah. I'll deal out in the work shed or only out back. I don't know right now, guess we got time." Barry sighed with a soft smile as his fingertips brushed over her stomach.

"Couple of months, yeah." She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed on her toes so she could brush her nose against his.

"Did fuck you like a slut that night on the beach." Barry smirked as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his hands on her backside.

"Don't say stuff like that in front of the baby!" She whined as she tossed her head back, her fingertips tugging at his hair still neatly pulled back.

"Knees at your ears while you screamed and -"

"I will leave you." She stated firmly as she placed her hand over his smirk.

"Nah. Fuck you too good. You wouldn't." Barry grinned as he pulled her hand from his mouth with one hand, as the other gave her backside a rough smack.

"Don't be mean to me. I'm carrying your baby." She pouted up at him.

Barry nodded as he placed his hand back on her belly, now noticing the slight hardness to it where it had once been soft. He kept his hands on her and pulled her close so he could press a kiss to her forehead, letting them be in a moment of silence.

Just the two of them.

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HTTYD AU Idea

Another idea that will probably be nothing more than an idea. It kind of started out because there are plenty of stories where a human finds a hurt dragon and nurses them back to health, gaining their trust and friendship in the process (Hiccup, Heather, etc.). But I wanted a story where a dragon finds a hurt human. So I give you a role swap AU from Toothless's POV. Toothless is on one of his annual raids on Berk and barely dodges a trap. After such a nasty scare, he fires back and growls in satisfaction as the launcher catches fire and collapses onto a struggling Viking. Toothless lands to finish the job, but he is conflicted to find that it's a young human instead of a scary Viking trapped under the rubble. Still, he thinks of all the dangerous Vikings that were once young humans but grew into murderous killing machines, and Toothless bares his teeth, ready to end this future Viking. But just as Hiccup saw himself in Toothless's eyes, had their roles been swapped, Toothless sees himself in Hiccup's. He drags the human out from under the debris and discovers with a pang of guilt that the young human's leg has been blasted clean off. Toothless debates whether or not sparing the human's life was good enough until an especially scary Viking came yelling, ax swinging. The vast Viking with hair like a roaring fire had obviously come to finish them both off. Toothless couldn't bring himself to leave the hurt human to the mercy of the angry Viking, so he carried the boy to his nook on the dragon island. But a dragon nest is no place for an injured human, Toothless soon realizes.  After a few close calls, Toothless decides he'd better hide his human somewhere safer. He takes his human to a cave in the forest, a ways away from Berk. But things aren't looking good for the little human. He's deathly pale, and when he doesn't wake up one morning, Toothless decides he needs a human healer. Toothless fly's to Berk that night and gently kidnaps the small wrinkly Viking healer, Gothi. Gothi arrives just in time and gives Hiccup the medical attention he desperately needs. After the initial shock of being carried off by a Night Fury and watching Toothless interact with Hiccup (bringing him various sized sticks as potential peg legs, all of which Hiccup gently refuses), she realizes that dragons are kind, compassionate creatures. Still, after a few days, once satisfied that Hiccup will be alright, she sets off to go back to Berk and inform Stoik that Hiccup is, in fact, alive. After all, Berk thinks a Night Fury ate Hiccup. It's only fair they knew the truth, and while Hiccup was doing well, it would be quite a while before he'd be able to make the journey home. Hiccup doesn't want to let Gothi go and risk endangering Toothless, but Gothi convinces him it's not fair to let Stoik mourn his son's death anymore. So Hiccup agrees to let her go under the conditions they write out precisely what Gothi's going to tell Stoik. They agree on a script, and Gothi leaves. Not long after Gothi leaves, Toothless bumps into another young skinny human, but this one is much feistier than Toothless's current roommate. This particular human even poses quite a threat, and Toothless is forced to go on the offensive. But before things could get too ugly, the small human yells, "For Hiccup (curse his scrawny butt)!" and Toothless adds two and two together. With some difficulty, he scoops up the girl and fly's her the distance to his cave, where Hiccup is sleeping peacefully. Astrid probably punches him and demands an explanation, and Hiccup provides one. Then Hiccup wonders what she's doing all the way out here, and Astrid says there was a massive honor awaiting whoever found the location of the Night Fury's lair (Hiccup is a bit disappointed). Astrid explains that without Gothi pointing her in the right direction, she would've never found them. Hiccup and Astrid get some bonding time while Gothi travels to Berk, and Hiccup tells her all about dragons, and Astrid starts to get feelings for him. Then one day, while Astrid's helping Hiccup, Toothless growls a warning and flies off to face whatever is coming. Sure enough, a few miles out, Toothless is ambushed by Stoik and practically all of Berk. They pin Toothless down, but just before Stoik can finish the beast, Gothi stops him and writes something like, "If you don't believe me that your son's alive and this dragon saved him, then believe me when I say there's an island with a nest full of dragons, and you'll never find it without this dragon." This convinces Stoik to let Toothless live and use him to find the dragon nest. Gothi runs back to the cave and tells Hiccup and Astrid what happened. They decide they have to do something, so with Astrid's help, they go back to Berk and train the other teens. They fly to the island, and stuff happens as it does in the movie, but Toothless loses his tail fin in the fight.

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For the character breakdown -- I'd love to know your thoughts on Won/Huang and Ann. :)

Alright! Let's start with Won/Huang! I'm going to include all incarnations of him. I rambled quite a bit, so I'm putting it under a cut!

Character Breakdown Ask Game - Still Accepting! ;)

How I feel about this character

My first impression of him (More Friends of Mineral Town) was not the greatest – I'm not fond of the stereotypical racist “greedy Chinese merchant” archetype. He's definitely grown on me a bit since first starting the games.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Won/Huang x Zack – They both have an interest in the buying and selling of goods. Perhaps in their pursuit of wealth, they find they have more in common than they thought? Plus they're already spending all day together. I feel that Zack's easygoing attitude would mesh well with Won/Huang's feistier demeanor.

Won/Huang x Farmer – Let's be honest, depending on how you play, the farmer could be just as interested in financial security as Won. I think the idea of them supporting one another would be really cute, and might even have Won/Huang rethink some of his more dubious selling tactics. Marrying him still doesn't get you a discount in his shop, though!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I can totally see him hanging out with Kai on the beach, just chilling on their time off. He spends time in Back to Nature/HM for Girl at the Inn, and I can see him trying to drum up business there, much to Doug's chagrin. Unless he's paying for the space – which then I could see him and Doug being very formal business partners. I can't remember if Doug comments on him or not. The tenants of the inn might purchase the odd item from him and have a casual acquaintanceship with him, but he strikes me as a bit of a loner.

Sasha is another character I feel could have a businesslike relationship with him. Perhaps he is able to get her products for the shop. Because Sasha is more confident than her husband, she'd be quick to put her foot down if he offered her an unreasonable amount for something. I think they could have an understanding pretty quickly that they're both serious about keeping their businesses afloat. She wouldn't allow credit in lieu of payment, wouldn't listen to idle flattery, and I could see the two of them haggling over her counter, gradually becoming friendlier with time.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I feel like it's so easy to write Won/Huang off as a greedy jerk (I'm guilty of doing so in my own fic), but I don't think he's rotten to the core. When I'm playing Harvest Moon, I grind for that money, so I can't really call Won/Huang out on trying to do the same thing. The guy's selling things behind a crate of oranges – he's coming from humble beginnings and likely has had to deal with poverty in the past. I honestly think the special apples he sells are kinda ridiculous but I usually find myself buying them out of pity. When I refuse and he insults me, it kinda reminds me of the grouchy villagers in Gamecube Animal Crossing. The Story of Seasons series has gotten so smoothed down that most characters lack any real “bad” traits, so having characters blunt like this are kinda nice. (Lemme specify – there's a plethora of blonde, brooding, blunt, bachelors in the series that have a soft spot. I like that Won/Huang doesn't fall into that category – variety is nice.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Heart events! If we are going to have him as a marriage candidate, I at least want to bond with him a bit! Playing the apple game doesn't count! I want to know more about his past. Where does he get his goods from? He mentions that he travels. Where is he from? It would be a cool way to tie in different games – I can totally see him referencing the bazaar at Zephyr Town, perhaps selling his own wares there.

Why does he seem to think about money 24/7? Does he owe someone money, or is he seeking financial stability? Is the money being given to a sick family member? Does he genuinely get a rush from the grind?

This one's a gripe with Friends of Mineral Town and the remake in particular – I wish he was available even when Zack wasn't home. I have a hard time giving him gifts to befriend him because Zack's out the door at 11am, so I either have to run to their house immediately or I miss out on seeing him all day.

Let him participate in festivals and feel like more of part of the town. There's this strange disconnect from him and the rest of the villagers, despite the fact that he probably provides a lot of things that they need from other areas. I do appreciate the update to his look, as it looks far less costume-y, but some of his dialogue is still a little uncomfortable, and again, it's hard to shake that stereotype he's been written into. One minor gripe that I have about Huang's design, and probably is just an overall gripe about the art for the remake – I wish he wasn't so baby-faced. One thing that I did like about the old design was that he looked a bit older.

Phew, I'll have Ann for you tomorrow!

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Hi there! We're changing things up a little this week :)

Not Yet Wed Questions

Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!

No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!

The setting for this answers is:

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Three people at work your coworker hates?

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

had a fistfight

been kicked out of a bar

gotten a tattoo

broken someone’s heart

been in love

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Last thing he texted you?

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Last thing she texted you?

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Alright, post Book 1 but pre-Ethan fleeing to South America Ethan x Naomi coming right up! I feel like that time would have maximum tension because they’re trying to find their footing again after fucking the souls out of each other’s bodies and sending them into orbit, and lowkey falling in love sleeping together, while maintaining professionalism.

~v~

For Both:

When I first saw them, I thought__________

Naomi: I thought “thank God someone else is here!” I was in over my head with that patient, and I didn’t even notice that The Ethan Ramsey was the one assisting me until much later.

Ethan: I thought she had guts. You don’t see too many first day interns that are ready to jump into the fray like she did.

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Naomi: He says Christ and any iteration of the word damn. Dammit, goddamn, goddammit, you get the gist.

Ethan: She says fuck.

Naomi: You’ve never heard me say that.

Ethan: She says fuck a lot, especially when she’s...*Ethan trails off and catches himself before he finishes that sentence. It’s a moot point all the same because now all he can think about is the young intern in front of him, hands pulling his hair, nails raking down his back, moaning the obscenity into his ear, into his pillows. He awkwardly clears his throat* Just trust me, I’ve heard her say it. Multiple times.

*and now he’s mad at himself*

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Naomi: Blue. They’re kinda hard to miss.

Ethan: Her eyes are brown.

Three people at work your coworker hates?

Naomi: He hates everyone, except for me and Naveen.

Ethan: Except for you? You think pretty highly of yourself, Rookie.

Naomi: Am I wrong? *Ethan doesn’t deny it, instead staying silent and Naomi smirks* Exactly

Ethan: I don’t think she dislikes anyone. I’ve never met a person like her, she makes friends with everyone.

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

Naomi: He fiddles with his glasses a lot.

Ethan: She’s constantly biting her lip, especially when she’s really focused.

*she’s actually surprised that he picked up on that* Naomi: You notice that?

Ethan: I notice everything...about everything. It’s the nature of the job.

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

*they both share an awkward glance before looking away and declining to answer*

Never Have I Ever...

Come into work hungover

Ethan: When I was younger, yes. But now that I’m older, I know my limits.

Naomi: No, because I don’t get hangovers due to my magical hangover cure.

Ethan: That god-awful drink is...surprisingly effective.

*the interviewer asks Ethan to elaborate on the time Naomi gave him whatever her hangover cure is, and he adamantly refuses*

Had a fistfight

Naomi: Yes, but in my defense I was drunk.

Ethan: *snorts* How is that a defense?

Naomi: I’m the daughter of an attorney, I usually try to resolve my issues with my words. But drunk Naomi is a little feistier.

Ethan: You mean you have a level of feistiness that I’ve yet to see?

Naomi: Oh yeah. Anyway, I was in college, I was drunk at a bar, someone spilled a drink on me, and it escalated. I think I broke her nose.

Ethan: An arrest record wasn’t on your file when we hired you.

Naomi: Like I said, I’m the daughter of an attorney, and the granddaughter of a DC judge. That has its perks.

Ethan: Yes, I’ve gotten into a fist fight before. I punched Nash in the face. And before that, i fought my old med school roommate.

Naomi: Ooh, what did he do?

Ethan: That’s not a story I’d ever divulge while sober.

Been kicked out of a bar

Naomi: Yes. Circle back to the previous question.

Ethan: No, because I’m an adult.

Gotten a tattoo

Ethan: Absolutely not

Naomi: I have a tattoo of the Cancer symbol on my left hip. It’s my zodiac sign.

*this stuns Ethan into silence because he’s seen her naked on more than one occasion and been...very well acquainted with the body parts below her waist, and for the life of him cannot remember a tattoo*

Broken someone’s heart

Naomi: No. At least, I don’t think so. I’ve had my heart broken, if that counts.

Ethan: Same as Naomi. I don’t think I have.

*they make a pointed effort to not make eye contact with each other, and Naomi bites down on her lip, letting the silence hang in the air. The alternative would be informing Ethan that he has indeed broken someone’s heart, and that just won’t do.*

Been in love

Naomi: I don’t know. Maybe? I thought I was in love with my med school boyfriend, but now that time has passed, I know that wasn’t love. At least, not the good kind. And there was a near miss after him, but nothing came out of it. The emotions were a lot stronger the second time around though, and i think it’s the closest I’ve come to it this far. I’m a hopeless romantic, so I hope I find it someday.

Ethan: No. Call me a cynic, but I just don’t see love as something that’s feasible and attainable. Putting that much trust and dependency in another person is not realistic.

For Naomi (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

Naomi: I don’t know what’s left for a man like Ethan Ramsey. He’s already done so much in the field of medicine, unless he reinvents the entire wheel and turns it upside down, which I can see him doing. I can see him writing more, publishing more research, and of course winning more awards. If he wasn’t so anti-administration, he could be running this place. Or maybe he’ll start his own non-profit.

Naomi: As far as his personal life, I don’t know. You heard loud and clear that he doesn’t really believe in love. I hope one day he changes his mind or finds a companion, because underneath his extremely prickly exterior, he’s one of the best men I know and he has a heart of gold. He deserves the chance to let someone take care of it for him.

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Naomi: From afar, Ethan seems very larger than life, but I think the most impressive thing about him is his dedication to not just medicine, but his patients. I’ve never seen him not go above and beyond for someone he was treating.

Last thing he texted you?

Naomi: “Please consult Diana in HR regarding your official diagnostic team fellowship application. I know this year has been unorthodox to say the least, but there are still some steps that must be taken before the start of your second year. Thank you.”

Naomi: I’ve never received a text message that long.

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

*her cheeks heat up furiously and she pulls her bottom between her teeth before answering, her eyes bright and watery*

Naomi: Am I a total glutton for pain for saying I’d jump at the chance?

For Ethan (Naomi is not there)

Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in her personal life?)

Ethan: Dr. Valentine has so much potential and she’s going to be one of the greats. She’s going to be running the diagnostics team if she chooses to stay at Edenbrook, and I can’t see Naveen not trying to keep her here. She’s going to win awards, have awards named after her, publish research, lead trials, whatever. I hate to sound banal and cliche, but the sky really is the limit for her. I chose her for a reason, and I plan her helping her reach all of that potential.

Ethan: As for her personal life, I don’t know. Hopefully she finds someone that’s good enough for her.

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Ethan: A-attractive? *the word comes out in a squeak, but he coughs to cover it up* Why on earth would you assume that I’m attracted to her?

*he goes on a ridiculously long tangent about how inappropriate it is to be attracted to your coworkers, especially your subordinates, and how he would never jeopardize Naomi’s career on something as trivial as attraction, and anyone with an ounce of common sense can tell that he doth protest too much*

Ethan: But if I absolutely had to pick something besides her good looks, it’d be her spirit. She’s warm and empathetic and optimistic, and I’ve never seen someone care as much as she does.

Last thing she texted you?

Ethan: “👍” I sent her a message about her upcoming fellowship and she sent back a thumbs up. Just that. I was a little annoyed.

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Ethan: As um...flattering as that might be, I would say no. I am an attending, she’s an intern, my soon to be fellow. That is crossing too many ethical lines, lines I refuse to breach.

Ethan: And I would say no because Naomi is...just a good person. And maybe I’m being biased, but I don’t know if anyone will ever be truly worthy of her. But I can say without a shadow of a doubt that she deserves so much better than me or what I could give her.

[kaidas-daydreams]

Hey! Glad to see you back I love the page btw! Could I have Headcannons with Fuegoleon & a short yet feisty fem s/o? Thank you ❤️

a/n: ooo thank you so much! so glad to finally be back! i hope you enjoy! 💭

feisty lil' thing

fuegoleon would always get a laugh out of seeing his tiny s/o get all aggressive, he thought she looked adorable holding up her little fists in the air or just being done chewing someone out for calling her “short”

whenever she got a little too feisty he liked to pick her up by her shirt and make her apologize and if she didn’t he’d keep her dangling in the air until she did

he never thought he could meet anyone that could match his sister’s feistiness but he did and he always questioned to himself who’s the feistier one between the two but he’d rather not have them battle it out for the answer

he’d like to pat her head because he knew it riled her up, it made her feel like a child and since she was almost the size of a child it felt as if he was indirectly calling her one and that pissed her off but he was and only he knew that

since fuegoleon’s jokes are rather complicated and only funny to him, as a joke he tends to use her as an arm rest, he finds joy and laughs nonstop at his own “joke” 

she tends to get into fights with leo because he likes to tease her about her height but she likes to remind him that he isn’t really on the tall side either which makes everything escalate

she tends to go overboard when facing foes because they like to underestimate her because of her height and fuegoleon would have to restrain her every single time

sometimes he’d like to purposely mess around about her height because he thought she looked just too cute when her feisty behavior came out and it’s something he enjoyed to see after a long day of captain duties

she gave him a ton of headaches daily

she was a handful for him at times but regardless he loved her and wouldn’t change her in any way, shape or form

[dani-of-the-cosmos]

*how the signs are acting during quarantine*

~with a touch of unsolicited advice: my venus in cancer’s specialty~

<3 pick your sun, moon, rising, mars, mercury, venus, or dominant sign <3

aries

overall, restless. the day seems to drag on and on, and they cope with it by playing video games and snapchatting someone every 20 seconds. self-hatred lingers in the back of their mind, because of all the time they have to analyze themselves. at random times (usually at night), they may be hit with big waves of profound emotions, where they just need to cry it out and acknowledge how lost they feel. may wonder what their purpose is, or where they fit in in the big scheme of the world. gets philosophical, but not in that condescendingly vague, optimistic way--they truly want answers, because the nothingness is just getting to be too much.

taurus

is actually doing pretty okay. is reading a lot about how they can improve themselves, and probably have a few google docs open with plans on how to upgrade their life. they’ve probably started a garden of some sort, or bought some plants to take care of. the day may seem to pass by quickly for them. they fill their time with watching movies and discovering new recipes to cook. has started getting more sleep, which makes their alluring eyes even more beautiful. the downside is that they may feel a bit groggy, or their head feels heavy, because even the most security-loving, routine-oriented zodiac sign needs some variety. 

gemini

getting really excited about all these new methods for self-improvement: exercise, mental health, new projects, clearing their skin, etc. is consistent with these newfound activities for a few days, then gets annoyed when they don’t have 45 inch hips, a 22 inch waist and graceful, 11-shaped abs after less than a week of the chloe ting hourglass program. talks on the phone as they sit on the toilet. watches youtube videos about how to achieve the glow-up that they crave, but can never commit to a single video’s advice. wants something exciting to happen in their life, so they lean into their big emotions and taboo curiosities to compensate for the lack of stimulation. on their phone a LOT.   

cancer

has gotten even more beautiful since the quarantine started. loves the simplicity they’re getting accustomed to, but also constantly worries if they’re “making the most” of all this free time. probably will scold themselves after all this is over for not being more disciplined during self-isolation. goes on walks outside a lot, and finds that connecting with nature significantly boosts their mood. observes the quiet beauty around them as a way to cope with the universal chaos of our world. since cancer tends to be a very empathetic sign, they may feel like a sponge for fatigue and suffering whenever they read the news. being aware of the world is great and necessary, but take care of yourself, cancer. know when to take a break from the news.

leo

is really excited about reinventing themselves--they want it all! new clothes, improved mindset, cleaner room, a kinder social circle, new hair--the works. they want to bust out of quarantine looking even more striking than before, with a wardrobe reflecting their new style. probably has either already done something drastic to their hair (like dying it, or the dreaded 2 am impulsive bangs cut), or is at least seriously considering it. really wants to get out of their house and camp out on the beach or something--they miss seeing their friends face-to-face, and try to make up for it by calling them to hear their voices. is irritated that they happened to be born at a time where the pivotal years of their life are being wasted by such an awful series of world events.

virgo

has upgraded their bedroom to look as aesthetically pleasing and soothing as possible. their social life has most likely downsized to 2-3 super close and genuine friends that they call, text, and/or facetime with daily. since virgo is a mutable sign, they’ve probably done a great job adjusting to their surroundings and are helping their family with domestic tasks. however, they may feel anxious, and unsatisfied with their current mindset and resources, so they feel the urge to expand their horizons and feed their genius mind as much as possible! it may be hard to find motivation, virgo, but the world needs a physical manifestation of your potential right now. if you have an idea you want to pursue but are too scared to, take the plunge. this sounds cheesy and cliche but, this is your sign to start!

libra

reminisces a lot about the past. thinks about how they would have handled past situations differently, and mentally shames themselves for it. is probably doing a lot of self-reflection, which is good for their sweet hearts and furthers the progress of their mental health, but also depresses them, as libra energy tends to be highly critical of itself. sleeping in too late and talking aloud to themselves at ungodly hours of the night. finds their mind going on the philosophical route more often than usual. might be posting passive-aggressive mood quotes on instagram

scorpio

is actually exercising pretty consistently like they said they would. their body has been getting curvalicious and toned, and to that i say WOOHOO GO SCORPIO! however, they’ve probably completely messed up their entire sleep schedule, and may be practically nocturnal some days. probably feels really emotional at the moment, and is overwhelmed with the amount of pain in the world that they wish they could singlehandedly stop. may be pretty loner-ish at the moment, and is probably not very active on their social media, because they’re realizing who their truest friends are. scorpio does well with transformation (they’re ruled by pluto, the planet of regeneration) so rest assured, they will emerge from quarantine new and improved! 

sagittarius

is eating too much junk food. sagittarius, if you’re reading this right now, PUT DOWN THE CHIPS BUDDY BOY. is probably finding ways to hang out with their friends in person, like yelling across the sidewalk to them while wearing a mask. has been super active on social media regarding current social justice issues. feels enormous compassion for the oppressed and has been signing petitions at the speed of light. probably getting in fights with their family and being a little feistier than usual. i can’t blame them though...sagittarius is a sign that needs entertainment, so they’re gonna be a little punchy in this stagnant yet catastrophic time. 

capricorn

has established a daily routine that keeps them feeling grounded and stable. they may realize how little they’ve actually prioritized their own joy in the past, and they’re using quarantine as a way to get to know themselves again. purchases luxury pajamas and is most likely drinking a hot beverage in a mug right now. probably on a health kick. is getting even closer with their closest friends, and basically forgets about acquaintances. cuddling their pets a lot (or fantasizing about adopting a pet if they don’t have one). misses putting on mascara and stepping into that cute skirt, because that sPeCiAL pErSoN isn’t there to see it lol

aquarius

thinking about ways they can make money. getting bursts of hyper inspiration to flip their life around and start working super hard for their dream life. is masking hopelessness, and finds themselves pondering the fragility of human life. may experience thoughts of nihilism that they don’t act on, and is increasingly worried about the state of their environment. is stuck between feeling motivated and believing in their ability to positively transform, and getting depressed and detached from their earthly obligations. 

pisces

probably painting their nails a lot. is finding ways to put a little spice of excitement in their life--like making a nice breakfast (at 4 pm, which is like an hour after they wake up lately), giving their pet a concert of them, naked, singing ski mask the slump god songs into a hairbrush they’re pretending is a microphone. stares at themselves in the mirror for too long, letting their insecurities get the best of them. has probably gotten in touch with their grandparents (or any other relatives they usually don’t keep in close touch with) over the phone. may be dealing with worsened anxiety and feelings of depression at this time, and sleeps a lot to try to escape it. their room might be pretty messy at the moment as well, which they’re overly hard on themselves for. pisces: you are such a uniquely sweet and tender soul. take it one day at a time and never underestimate the power of reaching out to someone <3

[dorki-c]

Ms. Cheshire Cat

Characters: Dabi and Reader  

A/N: Thanks for all of the support I’ve been getting! This one-shot was HEAVILY inspired by the song called ‘Feeling Good’ by Michael Buble- anyways Happy Christmas (or if you don’t celebrate Christmas, then happy holidays)! Btw, prepare yourselves for a lil bit of spice in this one-shot and remember to like, reblog, and follow me for more content!

Edit: I accidently didnt realise I spelt the title wrong XD Anyways hope you guys enjoy it otherwise!

Important note: Reader has cat ears and a teleportation quirk :D

It was the same boring day when the raven-haired man noticed his client had decided to hire another villain to work with him and the blonde gremlin- or as most people dubbed her ‘Toga’.

And if he ever said that this new recruit had made the day seem more interesting, that wouldn’t be a lie.

From that point onwards, neither of you realised that this sort of encounter would ensue many more meetings or as Toga likes to say, “lots of cheesy and gross flirting” because of the numerous times she’s walked into a room in the place of operation where either Dabi or (y/n) were roaming their lust-entranced eyes over the other person’s body.

Though once this normal day to day thing had ended when the client had no use for the crummy place. It was upsetting to say the least.

From each corner of the villain’s hideout, everyone had noticed Dabi’s change of behaviour after the mission was done and dusted. In the male’s head, he wasn’t annoyed that the job wasn’t thoroughly complete- that was Shigaraki’s reaction- but instead, with a shallow gaze down into the small shot glass swirling with the deep hazy golden-brown liquid, Dabi had thought of the many possibilities on when he could see you again.

Or how he could see you. But let’s leave those thoughts at the back of his head for now.

Throwing his head back, the burning liquid ran down his throat like the change of scenery around him.

He was no longer in the league’s hideout but instead in a largely owned villain nightclub- one that he hasn’t been to yet- although, it was only for a small errand of getting a folder of information because Twice couldn’t be bothered to get his lazy ass off the couch and additionally it would be good for him to “find other fish in the sea.”- quoted by that one marble guy (which Dabi can’t be asked to remember his name).

As minutes licked past in a slow languid fashion, the dangling golden dimmed lights strung up above the bartending station as the rambunctious gathering hole blared with music and the heavy smog of cigarette smoke.

Gripping the folder in his hand, Dabi thought to stay for a little bit. Maybe it will help him gain information on your whereabouts were, though it was difficult. Ever since Giran had informed the villain of your ‘in and out of existence’ behaviour being a normal occurrence for assassins, that still spurred him to the brink of exhaustion.

Closing his eyes when cocking his head backwards in an attempt to feel an exasperated sense of serenity in this unknown environment, when Dabi’s eyes circled in confusion at the appearance of another glass of vodka sitting cutely on top of the glossy lacquered redwood bar. It dawned upon him when the sticky warm breath of somebody’s breath tickling his pierced ear had angelically whispered “Aren’t you going to drink it?” that it was actually your voice.

“Is there poison?” Dabi muttered as two of his ten fingers grasped the clear shot glass that could’ve been mistaken to be empty if not for the reflection of the liquid inside of it. “No, baby.” Murmured (y/n) as two (e/c) cat ears flickered in anxious need for his hands to caress you once more.

“Good kitten.” He took his drink of victory, placed the glass down and leaned upwards to feel the pressure of your chest squeezing so right against taut shoulders. He didn’t care if those dangling illuminations had shined straight into his eyes because he had you locked in his grasp.

Slightly shaking hands reached up to feel the smooth texture of your ears resulting in your lungs releasing an unsteady puff of air when the atmosphere had stagnantly crumbled away in the wake of their minds resulting in (y/n) becoming lightheaded, causing the female to dip her head forward allowing her lover to please her more.

“Do you like that kitten?” She knew Dabi had a shit-eating grin on his face and she didn’t give a flying fuck. “Y-yes…” With the impossibly soft tug of the male’s fingers, when he sneakily pulled one of his hands away from your ears, he led you to a room. “Where are we going?” If it weren’t for your body being held close to his, Dabi wouldn’t have heard you.

Though he didn’t answer you.

Instead, your vision had given you the answer you needed.

Throwing yourself down onto the nightclub’s private bed, Dabi had closed and locked the door behind him.

It wasn’t long for two calloused hands to feel the familiar bumps of your pure untattered skin or have them crawl up against the smooth mesh fabric covering the majority of your body, only being held up by two thick but light weight chains of gold, where Dabi satisfyingly rests his fingers and glides his thumbs slowly down the buds of your body.

“I’m surprised,” He spoke first as (y/n)’s eyes hesitantly snapped up to meet his, “usually your feistier—” Let’s not forget how Dabi caught the narrowing of your eyes “Not like this is any bad, kitten…” Spending no time for you to give a response, he shoved his lips onto yours. Locking them in with the help of salvia, the villain spent not even a millisecond in taking those golden chains and moving them down your arms to reveal the jutted-out bones that shaped the collarbone.

Your skin was always tantalising for him to bite and mark. “T-that’s not fair…” Peeking your eyes open, the male’s outfit still remained on him as untouched as ever whereas he was slowly- most annoyingly- removing the scandalous dress that left nothing for the mind to think about.

“What’s not fair, kitten?” Under this dimmed lighting, you noted how his bright blue orbs seemed to emit some sort of glow to use as a tactic of submission. “Y-your t-teasing me…” Raising your arms upwards to wrap around the warm mounds, the slick sensation of a warm slippery organ ran itself along the thin helix of her ear where in that moment, a low chuckle bellowed out of Dabi’s throat.

“I thought you liked being teased?” All you needed to do is grab that folder and escape your lover’s grasp. Though that was proving more difficult than it was thought out to be.

The money that came with this incognito mission was something you desperately needed, but even then, what should you choose? Dabi or money? Love or wealth?

Maybe you could pick both? That’s what (y/n) thought, as she felt a warm digit press harshly against the nether regions of her body. Sure, the entrance to the forbidden cavern was blocked by expensive fishnet tights and soft cotton panties, but it doesn’t stop the slithering finger of the villain above her.

Dabi eyed the twitching ears and the flooding blood to (y/n)’s cheeks, “Kitten, you haven’t answered my question…” He also eyed the sporadic squirming of wanting some sort of release from a singular digit pressing against your body. Leaning forward to only allow your eyes to stare dead centre into his own with a hint of sobriety lingering. “Com’ on kitten,” It was only his voice that lured you into a true sense of serenity, “you don’t want to be a bad kitty, do you?”

“No, no, no, I don’t—" The words had squeaked through babbling curses as an advantage to him. “Then answer my question.” As harsh as before the separation, his actions further proved his meaning, though with that crazed pearly white smile, you weren’t sure what signal he was sending.

“I-I think. I d-do…” He simply shook his head.

“I need a clear answer—" She didn’t know at the time, but when the music in the nightclub had a bass drop hit from the band preforming as Dabi dipped his finger near her nether region- after wriggling under the cloth barrier- that was when (y/n) snapped out of her intoxicated state and teleported across the room with the folder sitting snug in her fingers grasp.

It was a surprise to Dabi. Darting his head towards the folder that was left unadministered on the side of the bed, it wasn’t there.

Instead, in the corner of his vision, there you stood; fully dressed before you entered this room and wearing a wide grin.

Jumping off the bed to get the folder out of your grasp, Dabi swiped at your illusions body. “Wrong move, baby.” Snapping his head towards the direction of Chester cat grinning lady dangling from the window by only her arms.

In a second, she was there. In another second, she disappeared.

(Y/n) was called Ms. Chester cat, for a reason.

God fucking damnit. How could he have let his horniness get the better of himself?

The next morning was another surprise.

With the throbbing of his head echoing like a traditional drum being banged against, the excuse he made to Shigaraki had been half-assed- considering he was cockblocked by his beloved kitten.

So, here he was sitting short-fused and tired. When Giran had opened the door to his working place room waving a very familiar coloured folder paired with a red stained kiss on it- Dabi may or may not have jumped to conclusions that you were playing with him.

“The fuck? You better not be playing with me, Giran.” Looming over the broker, he wasn’t impressed with whatever the fuck is going on.

Through the expression that he was receiving didn’t give him all the answers, the next sentence he heard was an impressively bold one.

“What?” Giran shrugged at Dabi, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Say thanks to your little lady next time.”

Huffing in response, Dabi gave Giran a dismissive wave.

 “Well, she is a Cheshire cat, after all.” 

Taglist:

  @orenjineki, @haredabi, @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku​, @glitterfreezed​

[magicmadscience]

HLVRAI Swap AU!

Heavily inspired by @year2000electronics AU and a post by @partytarot !

I’ll probably draw stuff for this later, rn I just have ideas.

Gordon (takes Coomers role)

Usually just referred to as “Dr.Freeman”

Takes Coomers role as a broken AI/malfunctioning NPC, except this time acts as the standard hero/protagonist instead of a tutorial character

What does that mean? Gordon’s got a major Hero Complex and used his status as the ‘main character’ to dump exposition since he’s ‘obviously the smartest person here’. Also constantly getting caught by barnacles and other aliens due to his own Hubris. (“Who would fall for something like th- hELP ME BUBBY!” “Never fear, Gordon is here to save th- BUBBY, HELP ME!”)

Has “Howdy!” As his Reset Phrase instead of “Hello Gordon” because of the first part of Act 1

Still has various clones for some reason

His “cybernetics” are just parts of the HEV suit. He’s dressed like a regular scientist but has the arms of the HEV suit just. Attached to him. If that makes sense.

“I did have a son but we’re working on regaining the rights to his software :D”

Tommy (takes Benreys role)

It’s ok, he’s not human :)

Is still just a ray of sunshine but this time he’s a security guard instead of a scientist! His helmet is custom painted with yellow and red stripes :)

Has inhuman tendencies but in an unnervingly cheery way instead of being scarily lax and chill.

Polite about asking for passports! Still does it constantly but at least he’s polite now

The final boss cause he doesn’t want his friends to leave him, so he just wants them to stay in Xen with him forever.. this is his home after all! They should love it here!!

Uses little skeleton dogs in his final battle

Benrey (takes Tommys role)

Son of G-man posing as a scientist, but is doing a really bad job at it.

Is known for slacking on the job yet is incredibly smart somehow. He reads random guidebooks out of boredom so he knows all kinds of pointless knowledge.

Has the mentality of a bratty teenage skater boy instead of a cheery oblivious kid. Says random combos of “slang” that make no sense whatsoever instead of weird metaphors

Is able to read Tommy’s sweet voice because he “gets his Vibes”

Gets a bike helmet decorated with Gamer stickers instead of a propellor hat

Goes to the tackiest arcade possible for his birthday at the end (if anyone knows a specific location that just radiates ‘Bowling Alley Carpet’ energy please tell me.)

Bubby (takes Gordons role)

The protagonist/player of the game, who’s role playing but like. Only sorta. He absolutely came up with “Bubby” on the spot and ran with it.

Is incredibly trigger happy to make up for the fact that he doesn’t have fire powers anymore. He’s still very impulsive and destructive though.

Is Tsundere-ish in terms of ‘is incredibly Stand-off-ish and bitter but cares about the science team greatly’

Still gets his arm cut off but it’s replaced by some kind of laser cannon instead of a minigun.

References his son “Lamar” at some point. That is absolutely a reference to Kleiners pet headcrab.

Coomer (takes Bubbys role)

Coomer but like. Feistier.

You don’t know how tempted I am to call him “Coomy” to go with Bubby’s name.

Very into boxing and fighting. Will say he was just playfully shoving you when he’s probably broken a limb of yours.

Chooses to beat up all the aliens (and random scientists) with his bare fists.

I don’t have much on Coomer :0.. hes kinda just regular ol Coomer but less broken and a bit more easy to set off.

His “prototypes” have incredibly fucked up cybernetics. Limbs uncomfortablely extended, some are detached and crackling with electricity. Some are missing eyes and stuff. They’re like fucked up robots but with... some parts of flesh.

Feel free to send asks or suggestions about this au! (since I dunno what to do with Sunkist, Darnold or Forzen..) I also just wanna develop this au! Since I’m planning on writing a fic for it sometime :D!

[blitzturtles]

Title: Taken (Ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo

Pairing(s): MeloGhia (if you squint)

Summary: It’s then that he realizes the room is warm. Too warm, and he knows that must be at least part of what is causing his thoughts to be so sluggish. His pulse doesn’t settle despite his stillness. Instead, his heart bounds so hard that it leaves his sternum aching. The longer it goes on, the sicker he begins to feel, but he doesn’t have long to dwell on it before the door slams open and someone waltzes in.

Notes: For Day 4, "Trust Fall" ("Do you trust me?"/Taken Hostage/Pushed.

Additional Notes: This was supposed to be longer, and I was going to fit more MeloGhia in... but y'know. Muse. Also, I headcanon Ghiaccio as having POTS/Postural Orthstatic Tachycardia Syndrome, which is a form of Dysautonomia (where the autonomic nervous system doesn't work correctly). It causes increased heart rate (usually upon standing or exertion), heat intolerance, and some other not so fun stuff.

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Ghiaccio wakes to a pounding headache and the smell of mildew. The latter of which does nothing for his head. If anything, it makes the ache worse, but, then, so does opening his eyes. For a moment, he considers going back to sleep. To simply try again later, but there’s a fuzziness to his thoughts and in his body that sets off an alarm.

Slowly, he peels his eyes open again, but his vision is a blurred mess. In part, he realizes, because his glasses are missing. He looks around, expecting the vague outlines of his bedroom, but what he gets instead is a whole lot of nothingness. He’s on a mattress in the middle of a small room. There’s what looks to be a chair in the far corner, near the door, but that’s all he can make out with his vision being as limited as it is.

Worse, he realizes, is that he can’t move his arms. They’re bound behind him, tight enough to cut off the circulation if the lack of feeling in his hands is anything to go by. His feet must be similarly bound, as moving them only results in an awkward sort of flailing. He tries kicking his feet to see if he can loosen the bonds any, but he stops when his pulse skyrockets and breathing becomes difficult.

It’s then that he realizes the room is warm. Too warm, and he knows that must be at least part of what is causing his thoughts to be so sluggish. His pulse doesn’t settle despite his stillness. Instead, his heart bounds so hard that it leaves his sternum aching. The longer it goes on, the sicker he begins to feel, but he doesn’t have long to dwell on it before the door slams open and someone waltzes in.

“Oh, good! You’re awake!” The man says, voice entirely too loud and cheery for the unending pain in Ghiaccio’s head.

“What do you want?” Ghiaccio growls, doing his best to sound as angry and threatening as possible, but he’s exhausted despite only being awake for a few minutes. He tries to call his Stand forward, needs desperately to cool down, but nothing happens. His pulse continues to thrum away violently in his chest, and all he can do is glare in the stranger’s general direction.

“What, no fight? You were so much feistier earlier~” The man sing-songs.

“Fuck you,” Ghiaccio snaps, but that’s the extent of the energy that he has. He can’t even muster up a rant for this asshole, not that he deserves to hear Ghiaccio get worked up, but it’s a rare thing when Ghiaccio can’t manage to yell about something. Worse, he thinks, is that he can’t remember whatever happened before, though he supposes a blow to the head would explain a few things. Mostly the headache and memory loss. It’s his own traitorous body failing in the mild heat that explains the rest.

“Maybe later, sweetheart,” the man says, and Ghiaccio gags in response. If that bothers his abductor, he doesn’t show it any when he continues talking, “The good news is you don’t have to do a thing other than lay there. Your precious Capo will come for you soon enough.”

Ghiaccio lets out a startled laugh. It bubbles up from his chest before he can stop it. “You want Ris to come here?” What a joke. This man has no idea what he’s getting himself into by pissing off Risotto, and there’s not a lot that Ris takes more personally than having something happen to someone on his Team right under his nose.

“Of course, why else would I be holding you hostage?”

“You’re so fucked,” Ghiaccio laughs again. He presses his head back into the mattress and lets the sound flow through him. He might be in pain and sick and generally miserable, but he knows it won’t last for long. They aren’t even trying to keep him hidden, apparently, which means it’s only a matter of time until he’s rescued. If this guy were remotely competent, he would have already killed Ghiaccio.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” the man answers, and Ghiaccio thinks he’s grinning. It would be a ridiculous thing if the room weren’t suddenly growing even warmer. “I hear Risotto Nero will do anything for the safety of his men. Let’s see how loyal he really is.”

“Fuck,” Ghiaccio gasps. It takes him entirely too long to realize that the room isn’t actually growing any hotter. That it’s his own heart beating faster and faster that makes his body overheat, rather than the other way around. Rather than the way that he’s used to his body failing him. He tries again to call White Album, but nothing happens. Instead, his heart speeds up impossibly, making his already blurry vision swim and his breathing come in short, choppy gasps. Black dots burst across his line of sight, spreading outward until consciousness is something that he no longer has a grasp on.

The next time he wakes, his head is screaming. His heart continues to thunder away, and he feels like throwing up. He can barely process his surroundings enough to realize that his hands are free now, which is why he flails rather fantastically, but there are hands on him a moment later, stabilizing him.

“Ghiaccio,” the voice is stern. Firm but far from angry, which is impressive considering the sheer amount of red smeared across Risotto’s dark skin and his previously white hair. It’s all Ghiaccio can do to focus on the familiar face before he’s tilting sideways.

There’s a gruff, irritated sound, but Ghiaccio doesn’t think it’s necessarily directed at him. Then again, he isn’t sure anything is directed at him. The world is spinning rather violently, and closing his eyes doesn’t help.

“Ghiaccio,” Risotto repeats, “You need to use your Stand.”

“Actually,” another voice, louder and far too cheery given the situation, “I think I have something for our favorite grouch.”

“What?” Risotto demands, this time with a misplaced sort of snappishness that he doesn’t typically direct at his team. Fortunately, Melone’s never been deterred by a thing in his life, so he simply tugs out the instant ice packs he’s had tucked into his suit.

“Well, that solves one mystery,” Illuso mutters as he watches Melone get to work on cracking and shaking the packs before tucking them against Ghiaccio’s neck and underarms.

“Yeah, we were wondering why your suit looked all lumpy,” Formaggio adds. He takes one of the cold packs when it’s handed to him and copies Melone’s actions before passing it back.

Ghiaccio barely processes any of the words spoken over him. Rather, he’s too focused on the sudden cold sensation spreading out across various parts of his body, starting at his neck and going all the way down to the undersides of his feet. It’s nice. A welcomed sort of bliss that helps bring his heart rate back down to something reasonable. His stomach settles, though there’s a lingering heaviness. His head continues to pound in time with his pulse, but it’s overall not as bad as it was.

“Good news, boss, his heart’s feeling better already,” Melone reports after a few minutes. He keeps his fingers pressed against the pulse point in Ghiaccio’s wrist for a moment longer than necessary before he nods in satisfaction.

“Good, let’s go,” Risotto says, though they all recognize it for the order it is. He picks up Ghiaccio with relative ease and frowns down at him for a moment before he heads toward the door. The rest follow behind without missing a beat.

[cozykozume]

Growing Pains

Slow Burn Tendou x f!reader

Chapter Three - Meeting the Friends

WC: 1628

OC’s below:

Daiki, Ho-sook, Jules, Sofia - Readers high-school friends

Jazmin - Daichi’s girlfriend

Lysette - Ushijima’s girlfriend

Ayanna - Kuroo's girlfriend

I have tried to keep any identifying information out (body type, skin tone, hair color, etc.) but there may be some instances where it alludes to a curvier y/n.

Thank you so so much to all my beta readers so far, especially @hispipsqueak, @lemonadencran and @anime-nymph​

For the month and a half that you had been at school, you were pretty sure you had spent at least some time with Tendou each day. He would meet you after your late morning classes so you guys could eat lunch together on Mondays, Wednesday’s and Fridays. Tuesday’s you didn’t have morning classes so you two would meet in the café to eat and study, which really meant goofing around and watching random videos together. And on Thursday’s you would be waiting with lunch for him as he had a lab that went into the late afternoon.

Although you two were just friends and nothing more than occasional hand holding had happened between you, everyone on campus associated you two with each other. Most of the time you spent together was on campus and usually during school hours, only occasionally meeting up for school events after classes ended. You knew he had volleyball practice most days, and their season would be starting soon. Which meant the time that you two would get to spend together would be cut down significantly since he would have practices and team meetings throughout the day.

“Hey, so me and some of my friends are going to get together off campus this weekend. I think we’re going to go to the fall festival and then probably we’ll probably hit up one of our favorite bars. Would you want to come with me? You can say no and I would get it and I wouldn’t be mad at all. Actually I’m sure you already have plans so it’s okay you can forg-” Before he could finish his rambling thoughts you started laughing, enjoying the rare sight of Tendou Satori all flustered in front of you.

“I mean, if you want me there, I would love to come. But it almost sounds like you changed your mind in the middle of that.” You said, teasing him as you two walked toward the café for lunch. You looked up at him just in time to see the surprised look on his face along with his burning red cheeks. “No! I didn’t change my mind...I just couldn’t read your face to see what you were thinking.” He trailed off, stepping in front of you to hold the door open. You paused as you were walking through, “Well maybe you should let me answer before you go off trying to read my thoughts like some kind of psychic.” It was then his turn to roll his eyes, his hand stretching across your lower back to gently push you inside. “Yeah yeah yeah. So you’ll come with me?” He questioned, digging around in his pockets for his ID. “Yeah I’ll come...but umm...who all will be there?” You asked, your nerves already bleeding through into your voice. Tendou smiled reassuringly as you guys walked into the café, looking around for a table to claim. “Well I could introduce you to some of them now and then you’ll at least know a few before Saturday?”

You looked at him nervously before tentatively nodding your head in agreement. As you two approached the table, you moved to walk closer to him, bumping into him every few steps. He could sense the nerves radiating off you, causing him to smile and make a mental note. When you were with him, you were always full of jokes and witty comebacks to his absurd remarks. Being around others though, you were the complete opposite. You were quiet, observant, only speaking when spoken to. He thought both sides of you were adorable, but he felt lucky to be able to witness the feistier side of you.

You slowed your pace as you approached the table, standing behind Tendou as he stopped at the table where Ushijima, Kuroo, and Daichi were all sitting along with their girlfriends. You had seen them on campus frequently and hanging with Tendou a lot. But you couldn’t remember a time where you had actually stopped and talked to them. It was usually Tendou leaving them to come over to you and hang out or seeing them in passing.

“Hey guys, this is Y/n. Y/n this is Ushijima, he’s been my best friend since middle school, and I met Daichi and Kuroo during high school volleyball. And these are their girlfriends.” One by one, each of them introduced themselves. You and Tendou sat down at the end of the table, Tendou ushering you to sit next to Kuroo and across from Ushijma’s girlfriend. They went on about their conversation, talking about their plans for this weekend and how excited they were. Kuroo's girlfriend, Ayanna, a pretty girl with long braids smiled and offered you some of her fries. You gratefully accepted and returned her smile before she was turning to Ushijima's girlfriend, Lysette, who sat across from you. She was complaining animatedly about a chem paper she had been working on all night and you smiled weakly, trying to keep up with the conversation happening in front of you. Daichi's girlfriend shot you a comforting look, able to see how nervous you were as you took in the conversation around you. Jazmin, Daichi’s girlfriend, was one year ahead of you whereas Lysette and Ayanna were both freshmen like you. Through the conversations they were having, you learned that they all met one way or another due to high school volleyball.

Although everyone was extremely nice, you still felt somewhat out of place. They had all been friends for years and you were this random person that tagged along with Tendou. “So y/n, you’re coming with us on Saturday, right?” Ayanna asked, leaning forward on her elbows as everyone turned their attention to you. “Oh, yeah. Festival and a bar right?” You responded, your smile slightly faltering as your nerves began to bubble up in your stomach again. You jumped as you felt Tendou’s hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. You stared at him, your face quickly dropping to a deer in headlights as your eyes met his. The longer you looked at him and felt his hand squeezing your knee, the more your nerves seemed to calm, your heart rate slowly returning to normal.

“Well we’re really excited that you’re coming with us! The more the merrier, right?” Kuroo chimed in, everyone nodding and agreeing. “Tendou has never invited a girl to hang out with us so it is very exciting.” Ushijima added, much to Tendou’s embarrassment. “Ushijima Wakatoshi!” His girlfriend yelled, hitting him in the chest while scolding him. He looked down at her, somewhat confused as to what he said that was deemed as offensive but also amused. Daichi slapped him on the back as he stood, chuckling and grabbing the dirty plates from in front of him and Jazmin. “Alright Ushijima, try not to embarrass anyone else today.” Daichi said, walking towards the trash can with Jazmin following suit right after.

You looked over at Tendou, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to break out across your face. Your nerves almost seemed to dissipate, knowing that you weren’t just some freshy girl that Tendou decided to bring along. If you were the first to hang out with him and his friends, that had to mean that he thought of you as more than a friend...right? You lost yourself in thought, staring at Tendou’s face as your mind continued to race. Tendou’s hand shifted up slightly to give your thigh a squeeze, causing you to jump. You grabbed his wrist, trying not to laugh at his overly innocent expression. “You looked like you were lost in your head. Figured you might need some help coming back to us.” He whispered, smiling as he moved his hand back to your knee, not saying anything more about it.

You finished your lunch with Tendou and his friends, laughing as Ayanna and Lysette joked around and made fun of Kuroo or Ushijima. You could see that this was a group of friends that had a lot of love between them, Tendou looking at the small group with admiration in his eyes. This time, you caught yourself staring at Tendou, but you weren’t lost in thought. You couldn’t help stare. The more you got to know him, the deeper you fell. The problem with that was that you hadn’t told your friends about him, and for some reason you weren’t sure how they would react to him. You wouldn’t say that your friends were as laid back as you were. You thought about the way he watched people, analyzing the things they said and how they reacted to things happening around them. For some reason, you didn’t think this would sit right with your friends. By no means were you embarrassed by him though. In fact, it was the opposite. Your friends from high school seemed so narrow minded compared to the people in front of you now. And that made you feel guilty. Before graduation, you made a promise to each other not to change. The problem with that now is, you think you’ve changed for the better. That wasn’t a problem because that was the point of college but once again, you knew that your friends would not be okay with it. Change was not something that they appreciated, you knew this from years spent with them. You would be lying if you said this wasn’t a thought that you had often, wondering how you would merge your two worlds together.

You made a promise to yourself then and there. You were going to tell your friends about Tendou on your next discord call. You wanted them to know about your life, and he was quickly becoming a large part of that.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Female Healer Elf x Female Hunter

Undivided Attention

The wind lashed against your face, the rain gashing at your skin, reigns twisting in your fingers in an iron grasp as you attempted chasing away the storm; your hood near to flying off your head as you raced to the closest town.

The mud and dirt were soft and wet underneath your stallion’s hooves, with Cedar sprinting wilfully to overcome the winds as you drove closer in: the streets of the town of Briar were barren, save for a person or two running to get shelter away from the heavy rain. 

Your eyes darted over every door and snug shop and house until you found the place you needed to get to. Gliding Cedar to a halt, you bought him to rest in the nearby stable to rest up, tying him up haphazardly through in a loop as you reeled back to the front of the shop.

The door swung wide with your brute force: accidentally making you recoil at how you had done so without a second thought, immediately being consumed by the heat of the inside of the cosy shop.

The inside hung with lavender and incense in the air, a hearth that lit up the area as you could hear the rain beat against the roof with force; the wind lamenting with wrath as it pounded with ferocity against the shutters.

“Just a second! I’m just in the back.” A pleasant and smooth voice called from the back, where you assumed the owner was.

When the figure emerged from the back room, you couldn’t help but take in their appearance. The first thing you observed was the notable and prominent pointed ears coming out from the sides of her head, obvious in the flowing sea of spun white-silver locks that reached before her back; braided neatly. 

She looked like any other elf, with her high cheekbones, tall and lithe, she carried herself with elegance and grace that they probably didn’t know they had.

Compared to you, you had been a rogue monster hunter for years and the muscle that had you had built in your frame helped you endure longer no matter what elements were thrown at you.

Her flesh was porcelain and smooth with no blemish; her large royal blue eyes taking you in as the door came to swing back behind you; a welcoming smile that made her eyes gleam.

You finally pulled your hood off your head, a hiss coming from lips at the simple action, the elf behind the counter’s smile fell from her face, a high look of disturbance evident on her.

Your skin was colourless, with noticeable blueish-green veins protruded and laid all around your skin, with no area of your skin not covered. They sat grotesquely beneath your flesh, making you look like a walking blister. But that wasn’t the worst part, but your eyes were taken to look inflamed and bloodshot - the pupils darkened to make it look as if you had been caught extensively crying just before you had walked into this healer’s shop.

“Oh my, goodness, what happened?” Her voice was laced with concern for your being, as she didn’t waste time quickly coming round the counter to take a hold of you, leading you into the back room where you assumed was where she performed emergency procedures.

“A silverfang caught me right between the ribs.” You managed to rasp out, how you don’t know you were able to walk nor talk was astonishing, as you had seen the harm those creatures could do to a human or mundane animal. You had fought and dealt with them in the past many times before; with desperate farmers paying you good coin to deal with them in a professional manner.

But this one had been feistier and resilient into being defeated, and it took quite the entire day to kill it off. You hadn’t gotten off lucky, but when you had slashed at its neck to lope the large head off, its stinger had gotten you right in the right side, where its venom remained in you.

The elf before you ushered you to the small bed, clearing everything off the table with a flick of her wrist, as you were laid out on the thin linen. Your face was an incoherent mess, your skin bubbling with sweat.

“Stay with me, traveller, I must see how bad it has become.” She was working in clockwork beside you, gathering things from her small desk beside the window, before she carefully pulled aside your slashed shirt away, inspecting the damage done.

The wound was inflamed, where most of the venom resided, the blue was slashed and mixed with your blood, making it look bruised and blistered like a large puss. There, the area was swollen and enlarged.

The woman beside you hummed in with no knowing how what she was thinking, taking it all in as you laid there deliriously. “Is there a way of helping me?” Your voice was hoarse, and upon noticing, the elf brought a cup of water to your drying lips, from where you gulped like a fish for the liquid, gobbling it down with all might before your throat dried up once more.

“Well, yes, but never have I seen it take effect of a body like this before.” Her voice was wavering, steady at least. Gods, the pain burnt your insides, and it felt as if no matter how much water you drank, it would still feel as if your insides were caught on fire; eternally burning you slowly.

“This may take some time though.” She said earnestly. “Good, as long as I don’t die, I don’t care.” Your voice choked as you screwed your eyes tight from the agony.

The healer gave you a sympathetic smile, one that you didn’t see, but when you heard shuffling beside you, your craned your neck back to look over at her beginning to think over what she had to do.

“I shall need a heothine flower, and some enchantment spells that will lessen the pain, but to drive the virus out of the bloodstream, you shall need to rest and wait for the worst of it to withdraw. The remaining part will cause hallucinations, and it will only be until your body sweats out the remainder will you be restored.”

Gods, when will this torture end? You keened, muttering something along your lips that even you didn't know what, your head drooped to the pillow behind you, your head pulling you in and out of consciousness with you not knowing how long everything had passed.

“You poor thing, you’re in good hands-- stay with me, dear-- here, drink this.”

You felt a tender hand coaxing you back to reality, eyes hazy as the elf pulled your head up lightly to take in whatever she was holding in her other. The brew that came to your lips was dry and bitter, hot on the tongue as if it had spice, but overall bland.

You spluttered but managed to grimace it down, and she laid you back down, whilst you finally pulled away to drift into darkness; of a fever dream that made no sense and pulled you through everything, of everything you had witnessed in your life.

Your smiling mother, showing you how to feed the goats at the back of the home you shared, the same woman weeping hot tears, begging you to not leave as you were dragged away by the Stranger, cruelty and scraps of food with maggots dwelling for your meals; whilst you went through torment of fighting, learning how to survive and given extreme changes that couldn’t be humane in the slightest.

’The perfect creation: a monster to destroy other monsters.’

Your murmurs could be heard throughout the small house, all to the morning, where a warm hand came to wipe a wet cloth against your brow, soaking the sweat out of your skin and hair; whispering in a strange language in comfort and encouragement.

When you had finally awoken, the sun was low in the sky, the sunset painting a picture full of mauves and amber; the bubbling of a test-tube boiling close by to your ear with oranges in the air.

You slowly tried sitting up, the shifting of linen brought the attention of elf from a nearby room, and when she appeared from the doorway, she was dressed in a shifting long gown of moss, with kimono sleeves that were flowy with grace and poise. A wide relieved smile rose on her face, as she came to your side.

“It is good to see you awake, traveller. You have been asleep for a very long.”

“How long have I been gone for?” You were helped to sit up properly. The elf gave you a wavering look, one met with a humble smile. "Three days, this is the best process you made."

“Oh.” That was good to know, and you certainly felt slightly better: your head hurt as if you had a minor migraine and there was a dull ache in the side of your ribs, but when you looked to your hand once covered in blistering blue veins, you were astounded to see that they had calmed down and weren’t so visible all over your flesh.

“Thank you, erm miss-”

“You can call me Daelora. Daelora of Ollethnor.” Her smile was warming, and her voice was soothing enough to make you rest and want to sleep once more. The name was unfamiliar to you, but the accuracy in how she said it was dreamy and relaxing, your ears picked up that where she had come from was indeed a place that elves resided in.

“You’re an elf-- as obvious as it is. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it.” You spoke sheepishly.

“It is fine, it is quite a small part of the western border, and unfortunately it has been a long time since I last time went.” her eyes fell downcast for a brief second before flickering back up to you, the cheerfulness returning. “But you? I don’t think I’ve seen you about, and I know most of the people in this strange quaint town.”

You grinned, telling her your name and what you were: a hunter who travelled around looking for jobs whenever they came. Jobs were usually driving something out that had been putrefying in the lands, stripping farmer’s crops and livestock, some more minor compared to others, but this one you had encountered outside of Briar was certainly a bigger pain than you had realised.

Daelora gave a charmed look, “Ah, a huntress you are! I was quite shocked to see you first time at my doorstep, it looked as if the Stranger had brought you in just for the sake of keeping alive, not yet ready for you to leave.” She handed you a steamy cup of what you could only describe as tea. “You were very lucky to reach me in time.”

“I guessed there would be a healer closer by in this town, but I had no guess they would be so marvellous in treating me.” Your words had left your mouth before you had time to digest them nor realise what you had said aloud.

Your eyes nervously flittered up to her face, not expecting how she would react. In front of you, Daelora gave a shy smile, the sides of her cheekbones reddening with noticeable rouge. 

“You are too kind, dear. Normally, I have had customers come for specific medications or salves, but never anything so bad as your condition. There had only been one time... a long time ago, but there's had honestly looked more perilous.”

You smiled, relieved to say the least. “That relieves me... erm, I assume you would want me to leave as soon as?”

She interrupted, planting a gentle hand on your shoulder, saying your name in the sweetest voice. “Please, you can stay as long as you need to before you heal fully. You are welcomed here for as long as you need.” Her eyes were so pretty, like glowing gemstones. 

It didn’t take much to agree, and for the next few weeks, you stayed until you had healed fully, then taking it as a decision to go and see if Briar needed any more assistance with jobs once you had been able to stand.

It had been a month since staying in Briar, and you had been returning from a job that consisted of you being out in the freezing cold. Apparently, a dryder had made a nest nearby, and it was stealing sheep, so you had to get rid of the pest.

The rain was pouring heavy as you returned through the gates on Cedar, like a familiar moment that passed, one that could’ve ended very badly.

You arrived, putting Cedar to rest for the rest of the evening as you knocked twice, a pregnant pause to wait before the door opened, and awaiting Daelora waiting for your return with a bright grin.

“My dear, you’re back! And just in time, I made you some supper and apricot tea.” she took you enthusiastically by the hand inside, bringing you into the warmth of her home as you shed off your heavy coat, armour and boots, and meeting her at the furnace to eat dinner. Times like these, you enjoyed, sitting and eating by the fire, keeping warm and enjoying each other’s companies.

The two of you sat in quietness for some time, just enjoying each other’s company and warmth, watching the flames flicker up from the logs; dancing in the hearth. When you glanced to look at Daelora, she was already looking at you, a soft smile on her face, her dark eyes glinting and reflecting the flames in her irises.

“Dear, I had a question to ask you... one that I should’ve asked a month ago,” Daelora spoke softly, bringing your attention to look fully at her, having her undivided attention. She looked to you with woeful eyes, almost debating whether to tell you or not.

“When you came to me that day injured, and you were unconscious during those three days, you were... talking a lot in your dreams, and you were telling someone to stop, begging them to stop whatever horrifying thing they were doing to you.”

Your heart stopped, ribs aching with the knowledge of what she was talking about, and as much as it pained you to think about it all, you knew what you had to do. “Before I became a hunter, I used to live with my mother, before I was... sold into training, and made stronger through modifications, to help me combat monsters. I cannot explain the pain of it all, but it was truly the experience I could never forget.” You looked downcast to stare into the fire. “They made me a monster, Daelora. And what could be more monstrous than I?”

“I would have to disagree, you're no monster to me.” Daelora softly took your hand, tenderly squeezing them. “I may have noticed that you were much more powerful than any other human. Your pulse is extremely slow compared to any mortal, but I knew that there was something in you that helped you to survive, and make you strong.”

When you looked to her, her cheeks were darkened with a blush. She gave you a loving tender look. “There is something about you that I like a lot. You are brave, courageous and powerful, but kind, caring and sympathetic. You risk your own life to fight for strangers in a town you never lived in.”

“W-What are you trying to say, Daelora?” You unintentionally leant in closer to her, enjoying the smell of pine and lemon that filled your nostrils. It was fruity and soft, like her. Daelora gave a sheepish giggle. “I guess you could say I like you a lot.”

“I... I like you too, a lot.” You confessed, and neither one of you at first moved nor did anything for your mind was racing with wanting to just press your lips to hers. 

And so you did. You were inches from her face already, and you brought your fingers to lace in her unbraided hair, stroking her soft skin as you pressed your warm lips against her soft ones. You were overwhelmed with the feeling wanted, loved and cherished, and being in Daelora’s arms made you feel you wanted to be with her for as long as possible.

You both finally pulled away, chuckling clumsily and giving small kisses to one another for the rest of the evening. “You won’t be leaving Briar, will you, dear?”

“No, and besides,” you smiled fondly, pulling her into your arms to cuddle, “I’ve got everything I want right here.”