#just throwing a ga member pov out there

[silassstingy]

my mom, a general audience member who started watching 2 years ago with me, said the break-up made no sense to her.

she said tommy came to the door all happy and excited about their date and doesn't understand how he turned negative as soon as buck got excited about them and their future?

[fandomgirlz01]

Elevators

Joe Keery X Reader

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Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Fic  

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content. 

Edited: Yes

Word count:  6,015

Post Date & Time: July 27th 2024 at 12:17 AM

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Summary: Joe Keery the Readers very best friend, helps the Reader though one of her biggest fears as well as clams her anxiety until they can get the help they need. 

Authors Note: I know they actually usually film in Atlanta GA, so for the sake of this Fic let’s just say she goes with him and they rent a place out. She works from home so she’s capable of going with.

You’re Pov: 

“Oh my gosh, it’s really 12:00?!” I exclaim as I look at my phone. 

“Umm, yeah. Why?” Natalia asks as she looks at me with concern. 

“I have work on the set in the morning and don’t have my car. I need to take the bus or walk, but now I can’t do either cause it’s so late,” I explain as I pack up some of my stuff in a hurry. 

“Hey. Hey. What’s going on?” Joe asks, reaching out for me as he walks over from where the guys were hanging out. 

“I need to walk home. I have to be at set in the morning,” I quickly explain as I continue to pack up my stuff. 

Once all my stuff is packed up, I quickly rush out a goodbye to everyone before rushing over to the door. I go to open the door, but someone pulls me back. 

“Hey. You are not walking home this late at night, and while it’s storming? No way. I’ll drive you,” Joe offers as he pats his pockets, looking around for his keys. 

“No, J. It’s fine. I’ll get home by myself. I really don’t wanna ruin your time with your cast members. You see me every day, you don’t see them as often as you do me. Spend time with them,” I express and he shakes his head before letting out a small ‘aha’ when finding his keys. 

“If you think I’m letting my life-long best friend walk home in the rain, then you're nuts. Plus, I live there too,” he professes before turning around to the other actors in the room. 

“Goodnight, guys. I’ll see you all bright and early on set. I’ve gotta get y/n home,” Joe quickly explains to the others. 

“Goodnight! See you in the morning!” Noah yells out from across the room before some of the others chime in with ‘goodnights’ to the both of us. 

Joe picks his jacket up off of the back of the couch before coming over to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I smile as I wave to everyone. 

“Goodnight then, I guess!” I yell out and I get a few “goodnights” back as the girls wiggle their eyebrows at me, making me give them a death stare. 

Joe pulls me out of the room and the door closes behind us. We head down the hallway and I start to feel a little guilty. 

“Joe, really, if you want to go back you can. I’ll be fine,” I explain and he shakes his head. 

“If you had your car, I’d be ok with it, but I know it’s in the shop, so no. It’s ok. Really, I’m fine to drive you home,” he informs me and I only nod before a grin takes over my face. 

“I wonder why my car’s in the shop?” I joke as I nudge his side lightly with a smirk on my face. 

“I wouldn’t know why…” he jokes back, playing innocent and I giggle. 

“It couldn’t be because somebody backed it up into a pole when borrowing it now, would it?” I tease him again as I poke his stomach. 

“I have no clue what you're talking about,” he plays coy, shaking his head and I roll my eyes. 

“You definitely know what I’m talking about,” I remark with a smirk and he rolls his eyes now. 

“Ok… there’s a very small chance you may be right…” he jokes as he holds his hand up with his fingers pinching together. 

“A small chance?” I ask, only to giggle when he throws his arms up before letting them drop to his side. 

“Ok, fine, there’s a big chance,” he finally admits sheepishly and I giggle as we come to a stop by the elevator. 

He reaches forward and presses the down button before standing back upright next to me. I eye the door to the stairs for a moment before looking back at the elevator. 

“Bubs…” I whisper out as I bite my lip and he lets out a small “hmm” before turning to look at me with an eyebrow raised. 

“Can’t we just take the stairs?” I ask as I express my fear while he puts his jacket on. 

“Y/n, we’re on the top floor of the Hampton. We’re thirty floors up, sweetheart. Do you really want to walk down thirty flights of stairs?” he asks with an eyebrow raised and I shrug. 

“I don’t know… I just really don’t want to get in that elevator,” I whisper out as I shuffle my feet while refusing to look up at him. 

“Don’t worry. I’m right here with you, ok? I’m right here. I promise you’ll be ok,” he promises as he pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. 

We stand there for a few minutes just hugging when we both hear the ding. We pull apart and turn to see the door wide open. I take a gulp and Joe takes a step to get in, but I freeze in my spot. 

“Princess, it's really ok. Come on. I’ll stick with you the whole way down,” he explains as he turns back around to look at me. 

“Joe… I… I can’t…” I whimper out and he grabs both my cheeks softly as he keeps eye contact with me. 

“Hey. Hey. You're ok. You can do this, y/n,” Joe speaks calmly as he now starts to rub my right cheek. 

“I don’t know, Joe, it’s gotten a lot worse now,” I explain and he looks at me, confused. 

“How did you even get here earlier, then?” he asks and I try to look away sheepishly, but he just keeps my face in his hands. 

“I, umm… took the stairs. After Eleni {pronounced: E-lane-ie} dropped me off from work on the set, I took the stairs,” I explain embarrassedly and he shakes his head. 

“You could have just called me to come down and get you. I would have,” he affirms and I shake my head now that he’s let go of me. 

“You had work today too. You must have been tired. I didn’t want to make you even more tired,” I explain and just as I finish, the doors slide closed. 

“Damn, we’ll have to get the next one,” Joe mutters as he turns back around and presses the down button again. 

“I don’t care if I’m tired, I still would have come down. Plus we work on the same set, just have different hours,” Joe informs me with a shrug before he turns back to look at me. I fight off the blush I can feel creeping up the back of my neck. 

“I don’t get why we can’t just take the stairs…” I comment timidly and Joe lets out a laugh. 

“Y/n, seriously. It’s thirty flights. You’ve already done enough stairs today. I’m not letting you do more,” he explains before shaking his head and laughing a little more. 

He looks at me and immediately his face changes from amusement to worry when he sees just how frightened I am. He sighs and lets out a small ‘I’m sorry’ before he puts his arm around my shoulder. He moves so he can fully hug me now and rubs the upper part of my arm with his thumb. I wrap my arms around his waist and burrow my head into his shoulder. He holds onto me a little tighter for a moment before rubbing at my scalp to sooth me. 

“I’m right here. Haven’t I always been?” he asks against the side of my forehead and I nod, making him smile. 

“Yes. Yes, you have been,” I agree with him, biting my lip before pulling away from our hug. 

“Well, come on, then. I promise you'll be fine,” he promises me as the elevator dings again, making me jump. 

“I know you're scared, but these things barely ever break down. Plus, you're with me. I’ve got you,” he tries to reassure me again before placing a kiss to the side of my forehead and for a split second I almost forget where we are. 

Soon the doors are sliding open and I feel my heart start to beat frantically, but it’s definitely not because of the happy feelings I normally get when with Joe. His hand falls from my shoulder, but he keeps it on my lower back as he softly guides me inside. I push myself as close to the back wall as I can while he pushes the lobby botton. Not even a minute after he pushes it, the doors slide closed. I take a deep breath before looking at the ceiling above me and letting a shaky one out. 

I grip onto the railing until my knuckles are practically completely white as I wait for it to all start. The elevator gives a light shake before starting to go down and I move my grip from the railing onto Joe’s arm. He lets out a small laugh before pulling his arm from where I had latched myself to him and putting it around my shoulder. He pulls me into another side hug and squeezes my arm lightly, effortlessly making me feel slightly safer. 

“See, it’s ok. We’re fine. We’ll be in the lobby before you know it,” he explains with a light smile and I wrap both arms around him before nuzzling into his side more. 

“I guess you're right. Nothing's happening,” I sigh as I squeeze him a bit and he squeezes my shoulder back. 

It’s quiet and calm for a few minutes until the lights start to flicker. I look at the screen that tells us the floor number, but it glitches from twenty-eight to twenty-seven and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. The elevator comes to a jolting stop, making me and Joe sway back and forth as he keeps his hold on me. The lights go out, leaving only an emergency light as the only source of light. I look back up at the number to see it still glitching, only this time it’s going between twenty-seven and twenty-six. I feel my heart start to race again as I realize what’s happening and I start to shake in fear. 

“Shit. Princess, it’s ok. We’ll be ok. Press the emergency button. I’ll try 911,” Joe explains as he pulls away and holds me by the shoulders before pulling his phone out. 

I step forward or at least I think I do, but I really don’t. I stay where I am, frozen for a moment before taking a big gulp and walking over to the buttons. It takes me a minute of looking over all the buttons, but I soon find the one with the big red E on it. I lick my lips and press it in hopes that the lights will magically come back on. When they don’t, I panic before starting to press the button over and over again. 

I only can hope that someone will answer our emergency, but my brain tells me to just keep pushing it even though nobody has. I feel a hand lay on my back and another one comes up to pull my hand from the panel of buttons. I look up at Joe and he pulls me into a hug and just holds me as he puts his phone up to his ear. 

“Hi, 911. What’s your emergency?” I hear a lady’s voice come over the speaker of the phone. 

“Umm, hi. I’m currently at the Hilton hotel, but uhh, I think the power must have gone out or something because we are stuck in the elevator,” Joe explains to her in as calm of a tone as he can so I won’t panic further. 

“Ok. Can you tell me what floor you're on?” The dispatch lady asks and I feel him move his head to look. 

“Umm, it’s glitching between twenty-six and twenty-seven, so maybe on twenty-six,” he replies and she gives a small ‘Hmm, ok’. 

“Are you alone, sir?” she asks and he shakes his head. 

“No,” he replies as he gives me a light squeeze again. 

“Can you tell me who’s with you?” she asks and he again nods even though she can’t see him. 

“Yeah. It’s just me and my girl here,” he responds back to her and my eyes widen. 

He’s never called me his girl before. It’s always been sweetheart or sweets or my best friend, but never his girl. 

I zone out as she asks him a few more questions and I don’t catch them at all, but soon he’s hanging up with her. He looks down at me before sighing and leading me over to the wall to lean me against it. 

“Sit right here, ok? I’m going to go call Natalia or Charlie, ok?” he asks and all I can manage is a light tiny nod as a tired feeling washes over me. 

I watch as he walks over to the other corner and types something out on his phone. He brings it up to his ear as his other hand rubs at his face. I feel shaky so I slip down the wall and pull my legs up to my chest before resting my chin on my knees. Hot sticky tears start to roll down my cheeks as I watch him scratch at his chin. Panic attacks aren’t a new thing for me, not at all.  

They've followed me all the way up into adulthood and Joe has seen almost every single one since we were about nine. This, however, is the worst one that I’ve had since I was maybe twelve. It didn’t help that I always overthought things growing up. Joe was always there to talk those thoughts out with me as he is now. But this… this was my absolute worst fear playing out in front of me. I remember all those nights in high school where I’d text him about how my brain just wouldn’t shut off and that I couldn’t sleep. 

He’d always known that was me telling him I felt an attack coming on. So he’d rush over from his house next door and cuddle with me to calm me. At first my dad never understood, until suddenly he just did. He started leaving the back door unlocked for Joe and I later found out my mother had told him how calm Joe made me. 

“Hey. Me and y/n are kind of umm… stuck…” he explains into the phone, sort of snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“Of course I’m fine. It’s y/n I’m worried about. She’s on the very edge of having a big attack,” he whispers into his phone and he rubs his neck as he listens to whoever he called. 

“Yeah. No. I’ll be ok taking care of her. I’ve been with her through almost every attack. I know how to keep her calm,” he tells them before pausing to listen to them. 

“Yes. I already called 911, they should be here in like five to ten minutes,” he answered whatever question was asked before shaking his head. 

“Umm, I don’t know. Could you guys just be down there when they do get us out?” he asks and nods to a few things that are being said. 

“Ok. Yeah. Thanks, man. We’ll see you soon,” he gives his goodbye before hanging up the phone. 

He shoves his phone back in his pocket before turning around. He looks down at me before frowning and coming back over. He lowers himself down next to me before putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side again. I start to cry harder and he rubs my back as he coos softly to me. I basically sob into his shirt while gripping it and he just keeps massaging my back lightly while continuing to coo soft nothings in my ear. 

“Hey, take a breath for me, please? Come on sweets, you can do it,” Joe’s voice comes out soft but authoritative as he still holds onto me. 

“Hey. There she is…” he says proudly as he softly holds my cheeks in his hands and rubs my cheek for a moment as he gives me a soft smile. 

He pulls away from me for a split second and takes his jacket off before he drapes the jacket over my shoulders. Then he quickly pulls me back into his side as he kisses the side of my forehead again, making me start to feel a little safer in his arms. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not leaving. Just pretend we’re home and cuddled up in your bed,” he tells me as he rubs his thumb in circles on my lower back under his jacket. 

Back when Joe first found out he got the role of Steve, we were both so excited that his career would be taking off. Then we were sad because he had to move out of our LA apartment to go film. Not wanting to be away from me for long, he got me a job on the set as the “assistant” to the Duffer Brothers with production plans and decisions. So together we both moved to a new apartment and started our new jobs together. The girls always refer to us when we walk up as “and they were roommates!” before bursting into giggles. I schedule almost everything for Ross Duffer and sometimes I sit in meetings for him or I stay really late to help him with whatever he’d be doing on set. 

I also help make sure everything on set is to the actors and actress' likings. We did keep our old apartment for when we were back in LA, but for the most part we both stay in Atlanta more times out of the year. I just have more hours and a lot of work sometimes, so Joe and I always drive separately. As of lately, though, we have been carpooling a lot of the time. My sobbing slowly starts to calm down, but as I do I start to feel dizzy. I let out a light whimper and I nuzzle my head into his neck. 

“I promise we’ll be fine. I’ll get you out of here no matter what and when have I not kept a promise to my best girl, hmm?” he asks as he grips onto my hip and I jump, making him chuckle a little. 

“Joe… I’m dizzy…” I groan out and he nods before placing another kiss on my forehead. 

“I know. You always get dizzy after an attack. Just relax, ok. I’m not leaving you. I wouldn’t be able to leave you like this. It’d hurt too much to walk away. I love you, sweetheart,” he explains, his voice becoming breathless at the end as he pushes some of my hair away from my face. 

My eyes grow wide as I look at him and he just gives me a small smile as he shrugs. He reaches up to my cheek that’s not against his shoulder and wipes a still falling tear. 

Did Joe freaking Keery, my best friend since literal diapers, the guy I’ve lived with since graduating high school just tell me he loves me? No. I must just be imagining it after that attack…

“Do you wanna lay down? You still haven’t gotten your color back, sweetheart,” he asks after a moment and I nod before slowly moving. 

I start to lay down with my cheek on his thigh and he lifts an arm before laying it on the upper part of my arm. I keep his jacket around me like a blanket and close my eyes as he starts to rub my head. He starts to hum one of the new songs he’s been working on and I let a light smile take form on my lips. Soon his humming stops and it grows quiet for a few minutes. I can only assume that we’re both desperate to think of a way out of this elevator, but the more I think about it the more panic starts to set in again. 

“J…?” I whisper out with a hoarse voice from crying and I move to look up at him. 

“What, sweetheart?” he asks as he looks down at me. 

“Can you please, please, please just distract me? The silence is driving me insane and I don’t wanna overthink everything,” I admit and he smiles softly at me. 

I push up off of him and he quickly wraps his arms around me, pulling me so I lean against him. I snuggle my face into his chest and he lets out a chuckle. 

“Sweets, that tickles,” he notes as he laughs and I just shrug. 

“Wait a minute, were you trying to do that?” he exclaims when he sees a coy smile on my lips. 

“Maybe… you deserve it, though!” I joke and he rolls his eyes. 

“Why! You sneaky little thing!” he shouts before he gives my side a little pinch. 

We laugh for a few minutes before it goes quiet again so I slap his shoulder. He rubs at the place before shaking his head. 

“What was that for?” he asks and I shrug. 

“Talk to me. I can’t do the silence,” I explain and he nods his head. 

“Ok. Ahh, let’s see… Do you remember freshman year homecoming?” he asks and I nod. 

“Yeah. You almost did a Steve that night and got into a fight with Jimmy Kavinsky, Peter‘s little brother,” I remark and he rolls his eyes. 

“I didn't turn into Steve! I would have done a lot better than my character in a fight,” he proclaims and I give him a ‘really?’ look. 

“Joe. Jimmy’s always been bigger than you,” I deadpan and he groans. 

“That’s not the point!” he shouts in frustration and I grab his hand. 

“Ok. I’m sorry. What was the point?” I ask him calmly and he smiles. 

“The point is that I was there with Sarah, but I thought you were the most beautiful girl there,” he exhales exasperatedly from how fast he had been talking, rolling his eyes at himself as I smile, squeezing his hand encouragingly. 

“Then when I saw the look you had when Jimmy ditched you for Victoria, all I wanted to do was beat him and make you smile again,” he continues shaking his head as he frowns. 

“It wasn’t right to me that he put a frown on your face. You should always have a smile and if anyone took that away…” he finishes off with a sigh while refusing to look at me and my eyes tear up for a second before I reach up for his cheeks.  

“Awe, Joe…” I coo softly at him as I jokingly move his face around for a second. “If it helps, I didn’t want to go with him in the first place…” I remark and he gives me a confused look. 

“What? But you talked about it for a week before he actually asked you,” he mutters and I shake my head, letting go of his face as I now play with a loose thread on my shorts. 

“I only decided to go with him because you hadn’t asked me yet, you doofus,” I joke with him, now finally looking at him again and he still looks confused, so I sigh. 

“Allison stupidly got it into my head that Jimmy liked me and that he should take me since you, and I quote, ‘oh so obviously’ weren’t going to ask apparently. So I became laser focused on him. As I do with everything I normally shouldn’t be focused on,” I explain with a light shrug and he perks up. 

“Wait, you wanted me to ask you?” he asks, eyes lighting up in excitement and I giggle. 

“Yes, Joe. I’ve only had a crush on you since we were ten, but who’s keeping track?” I joke with another lame shrug and he shakes his head. 

“Wait, so I could have asked and you would have said yes?!” he shouts in shock and I giggle, nodding. 

“Aww man, I’m such an idiot!” he exclaims as he rubs at his face, making me giggle again as I grab his hand and pull them away from his face. 

“If it makes you feel better, I couldn’t stop thinking how handsome you were that night. I also just wanted to just run my hands through your hair,” I explain with a light smirk and he chuckles. 

“What is it with you and my hair?” he asks me and I grin. 

“What?! It’s just so cute and soft…” I murmur and he chuckles. 

“It’s also not so bad when you have the Steve hair added to it after filming too,” I sheepishly admit and he smirks. 

“So you have a thing for my hair, huh? Well I actually have a thing for yours too,” he explains as he reaches out to toy with a strand of mine. 

“Your hair is actually just one of the many reasons I love you,” I whisper out as I look away. 

It’s quiet for a minute and I decide to chance a look at him. When I do, I see his mouth slightly parted in shock and his eyes wide. 

Was it really so bad that I love my best friend? 

“I…I’m sorry. You probably meant-” I start to try apologizing, but I’m cut off when he slams his lips into mine. 

At first I’m still in shock from being in the middle of saying something, but I slowly start to kiss back. My arms reach up and wrap around his neck as his hands stay firmly on my hips as he pulls me ever so closer. I find my hands moving up to grip his hair as he squeezes my hips. 

Kissing him brings a pleasant warmth to my chest as he brings his hand up to my neck and holds me even closer. I feel his thumb rub my neck ever so sweetly, making more and more butterflies swarm my stomach. The kiss only lasts a few more minutes before we both pull away, breathing heavily. 

He rubs his nose lightly against mine and I smile softly as his hand now lays on my cheek instead of my neck. He smiles softly as he pushes some of my hair out of my face and I feel a blush start to kick in so I shove my face into his neck, making him chuckle. 

“Why you hiding from me, huh?” he asks as he squeezes my shoulder and I blush harder, shaking my head. 

I start to say something, but get cut off by a loud ding and suddenly to our surprise, the doors of the elevator are sliding open. We both look up as they open, seeing Charlie and Natalia standing next to some paramedics. Slowly Joe helps me get up as he gets up too and he quickly hands me over to a paramedic. 

“You go get checked out. I’m going to talk with Charlie and possibly the technician over there,” Joe tells me, but I grip his hand and shake my head. 

“Not without you. Please…” I almost whimper, not wanting him to leave my side and he squeezes my hand. 

“Sweetheart, you're ok. I promise I’ll come right back over in a minute. Natalia, will you stay with her?” he asks her and she nods. 

“See, Natalia will be with you. I’ll be quick I promise, just wanna understand what happened,” he explains softly and I sigh, nodding before letting his hand go. 

“Come on. Let’s get you looked at, yeah?” Natalia asks as she guides me over to a chair and one of the paramedics comes over. 

“Hi. My name is Hen. I’m just gonna look you over and make sure you’re doing ok, alright, sweetie?” she questions and I nod to let her know that I’m ok with it. 

“What happened in there, y/n? Are you ok?” Natalia queries as she fusses over me while I take a seat in one of the lobby chairs. 

“I’m fine. Joe kept me sane,” I tell her as I look over at him and he looks over at us. 

“Omg! You guys kissed, didn't you?!” Natalia exclaims at me with her eyes wide. 

“No…” I reply, trailing off as I refuse to meet her eyes. 

“Oh they so did,” Hen comments with a chuckle and I feel a blush creep up my neck. 

“Ok… yeah, we did…” I admit, biting my lip and Natalia just grins. 

“Y/n. Oh my gosh. It’s actually happening. I knew you guys would end up together. I told you,” she excitedly pushes my shoulder lightly. 

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply with a playful eye roll. 

Hen now asks me questions, if I could breathe properly and checks my heart rate as well as checking my blood pressure. Natalia hovers and it makes me roll my eyes with fondness at how she worries over me. Charlie and Joe stand over to the side talking with the tech, but Joe keeps looking over at us every so often. 

“Well. You’re doing okay, I would just suggest that you rest up a bit after all this,” Hen informs me and I nod tiredly as I feel the exhaustion come over me. 

“And here, take this,” Hen adds as she holds out some Advil for me along with a water bottle. 

“How’d you know?” Natalia asks and Hen turns to look up at her. 

“How’d I know what?” Hen asks in confusion and Natalia points to the advil. 

“That she gets headaches after her panic attacks,” Natalia illuminates and Hen chuckles. 

“A lot of people tend to. If you’ve been hyperventilating or anything that includes losing breath, you cut off circulation to the brain so it’ll definitely pack on a headache,” Hen expertly explains and Natalia nods along. 

“That young man that was trapped with her asked my partner if we could make sure she got some just in case. He seems to know you and your panic attacks very well,” Hen tells us as she points over at Joe and I blush lightly. 

“He’s been with me though all of them,” I shyly reply and she smiles up at me before she starts to put some stuff back in her bag. 

“Well I’m glad you have someone to help you though. Not everyone does. Now get some rest, you’ll definitely feel a little drained,” Hen says as she finishes putting her stuff in her bag. 

“Oh, she will be,” Natalia promises, making Hen smile softly as she stands, nodding before she leaves us be. 

“He’s looking over here at you,” Natalia jokingly taunts me. 

“I’m sure he’s only-” I start to again deny anything, but she cuts me off. 

“Here he comes,” she excitedly tells me with a smile and I shake my head in disbelief at her. 

“Hey. How’s she doing?” Joe asks her as he walks up to us. 

“The paramedic said she’s doing just fine. She just suggested that she rests after the whole ordeal,” Natalia explains to him and I roll my eyes. 

“Talia, I have work in the morning. Most rest I’ll be getting is an hour's sleep at the most now,” I retort with annoyance clear in my voice. 

“What! But-” she goes to reprimand me, but she stops when a hand gets placed on her shoulder. 

“Natalia, I got this. We’ll see you soon okay?” Joe softly asks her and she sighs before nodding. 

“You make her rest, you hear me?” she asks him and he chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

“Don’t you worry. I definitely will be,” he promises her and she nods one last final time. 

“Good. Well then, I’ll leave you guys alone. Y/n, I better not see you on set at all today, got it?” she asks when she turns back to me and I sigh, nodding. 

“Good. Now go and get really rested up. I’ll see you soon,” Natalia finalizes with a smile before nodding and walking away. 

“Come on. Let’s get you home. You need rest,” Joe comments as he holds his hand out for me. 

“But J, I really need to just go home and change,” I reply and he shakes his head. 

“Why are you so stubborn? Let’s just get going, come on,” he groans out as he pulls me up and pulls me into his side as we start to walk. 

“Sweetheart…” Joe sighs out as we start to see his car and I let out a hum. 

“Please just call in sick. I’m sure the brothers will be okay with it. You really had a big one and need the rest,” Joe pleads with me as we get closer and closer to the car. 

“J. I’ll be okay. I’ve made it on set with only an hour’s worth of sleep before. I can live off of none at all,” I joke and he stops us, pulling my hand to make me stop. 

“Please just call in sick,” he begs again and I sigh, letting go of his hand to start walking without him. 

“J. Really, I’ll be okay,” I tell him as I now stand next to the car and I hear him groan in frustration. 

Suddenly I’m being pulled around and I look up into his eyes. I look at him in confusion with my lips parted from the light squeak I’d let out. I stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes that seem to be infused with a light green that I’d never noticed before and lose all thought as I only see pure worry swirling around.

“J… I’m okay…” I whisper out and he sighs, shaking his head. 

He doesn’t even say a word, but I let out a confused hum as he lightly pushes me against the car. His hands now find my waist as his lips find mine and my arms come up around his neck. He kisses me for a moment before pulling away, sighing as he leans his forehead against mine. 

“Let me reword that. Call in sick, stay home with me and we’ll cuddle all day and just spend the day together letting you rest,” he pleads with me one more time and then it clicks for me. 

“Okay… I think that we can do…” I whisper out and he slowly grins. 

“Yeah?” he asks and I smile, pecking his lips. 

“Yeah. Let’s go home,” I confirm and now all the worry has seemingly left his body. 

“Ok then. Let’s go home,” he happily agrees as he goes to pull away. 

“Wait,” I call out as I pull him back in. 

“What?” he asks and I just smirk at him. 

“I want another kiss,” I tell him as I rub my thumb along his cheek and he chuckles. 

“Okay…” he agrees before pulling me back into another kiss, but all too soon he pulls away again and I’m left groaning, making him laugh. 

“Come on, you nut. Let’s get you home,” he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“But I want more kisses,” I whine out and he shakes his head as he opens my door. 

“You can steal all the ones you want when we get home,” he tells me as I get in and I grin up at him. 

“You promise?” I playfully ask him and he chuckles, shaking his head again. 

“I swear on my life, sweetheart,” he promises before closing my door and running around to his side. 

“And you wanted to take the stairs…” he jokes with a playful roll of his eyes as he starts the car. 

“Oh…! You…” I call out in my shock as I smack his arm and he chuckles. 

“Hey. I’m just stating the truth,” he shrugs and I smile at him as I cuddle up to his arm. 

“Oh, would you just be quiet,” I roll my eyes at him and he chuckles again as he continues to drive. 

The End

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Is it okay if I request Aether x Dom fem reader? If so, I wanna request Aether who is affected by aphrodisiac gas or something like that because his enemy attack him with that and Aether ask reader for help to satisfy his needs. Sorry, if my English is horrible

"Satisfied"

Aether X Soft Dom Fem Reader

Here ya go. Sorry it took a while. Your english is fine. Hope you like it!😙 Btw Reader is a anemo catalyst

POV Your relationship with Aether so far has been pretty innocent. You assume he wanted to take it slow. Therefore, did not have dirty thoughts. Maybe once in a while. However, the male traveler dreamed of you wrecking him almost everyday but the problem was, your soft and 'pure.' One day while on a commission against treasure hoarders, Aether was hit by some sort of aphrodisiac gas. That's when he released all his inners desires. Like the good girlfriend you are. You hesitated before complying

Includes: Biting kink, pegging, nipple play

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At some random ruin in Liyue, a camp of treasure hoarders has stolen multiple artifacts from adventurers.

You and Aether were commissioned to take the stolen items back and defeat them if needed.

Of course, the bandits never go down without a fight. You handled your group of hoarders and your lover handles his.

Summoning up a hurricane to finish off the last remaining bandits on your side. You looked over to Aether just in time to see one of the last treasure hoarder throw a pink bottle at the blonde's feet. It shatter upon impact, spreading its particles into the air.

You rushed to the blonde male's aid and knocked the hoarder off the cliff with your anemo power. You thought.

'What did that bandit throw? It didn't contain frost, electric or water.'

You turned around, facing the traveler, asking.

"Hey-"

Paimon shrieks, flying around the fallen blonde.

"Eek! Aether what's wrong?! Get up!"

Your eyes widen. Immediately you rushed to his side, wrapping your arms around him. He was burning up like a fever. You quickly, commanded.

"Paimon, hurry and go find Albedo! I"ll bring him home..!"

Not bothering to hear your floating companion's response. You carried the blond and jumped off the small hill, controlling the wind to push you to Wangshu Inn.

Arriving through the window, into the reserved room, you placed the squirming panting male onto the soft silky sheets of the bed.

"Whats wrong, love?? Are you in any pain!? Do you need any-"

Suddenly the traveler let out a porn worthy moan as he starts rubbing his crotch. That's when it clicked in your head.

'Aphrodisiac.'

Now what was the cure for it? You don't know. Your not a doctor.

"T-Touch me, p-please...! Its so hot!"

You rejected.

"No. Your not in your right mind, love."

With an angry pained huff. He pulls you onto the bed, flipping around. Aether was now on top of you, grinding.

"Please fuck me. I want it. I want it so bad. I only want to do this with you. Only you yet your just so satisfied with holding hands and cuddling. I couldn't help but think I'm so dirty. Everyday, I dream of multiple ways on how you would rail me at different locations. How you eat me out, having me for dinner instead of actual food. I want to become one with you so bad. Please..!!"

You gave a sloppy kiss to Aether and dipped your cold hands under his cropped top. The male melts into your touch.

"Fine. I"ll indulge your dirty fantasies. I'm sorry for not noticing your needs and will wreck you until your satisfied."

Slipping off everything that was covering his torso. Your fingers pinched each of his erected nipples, earning a loud squeal.

"NnGh!"

Switching your positions around with you on top this time. You depart from the passionate kiss, quickly trailing down to the blonde’s neck, biting and sucking on them.

Your mouth moved to one bud, sucking them before moving on to the other with the same ferocity before biting them gently.

"Ah!"

Your thumbs brushed over the reddened buds hoping to soothe the pain as you start painting his white body with your bites. Every time you mark him, he would moan, body flinching at the slight pain. You muttered.

"Beautiful.."

Taking off his last few remaining clothes, you rubbed his shaft, slowly, agonizing him, he bucks his hips into your hand.

"M-More!"

You stuck out your tongue, licking the side of his hardened member up to the tip, giving a chaste kiss on top. Then you blew on his flushed dick. Slacking your jaw, you took his member into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, repeatedly. It was hitting the back of your throat just fine when it got a little bigger.

"I'm coming-! Nuugh..!"

Aether released, making you swallow the salty white fluid. Letting him calm down from his high, you took this chance to put on a black strap on from a bag under the bed. You thought.

'We don't have lube.........I could substitute it with our saliva..'

As if the blond knew what you were thinking, he pulled small bottle of clear lube out of his backpack.

"U-Use this to pr-prep me."

You didn't question him why he had it and took the container, you poured its contents on your fingers and stuck one into Aether's hole. His velvet walls was now being stretched little by little. Sweet moans escaped the the traveler's lips.

"Agh! Ah! Mmngh..!"

Deciding it was enough prep, you took your digits away. Aether whines at the loss of friction. You prodded his entrance with your silicone, slowly entering.

The gaping hole all too sudden were filled to the brim. Without any warning, you pulled back and with a quick snap foward. Aether screams in pleasure.

"So good!"

His tight hole was too tempting to not pound into a wet mess. So you did just that.

"Please, please please please please..!"

You didn't know what Aether is begging for thus you ignored it and tried to find his g spot. With relentless sharp fast thrust, you attempted to find it to no avail. This time you tried changing his leg positions and pressed down on his stomach. The white male sobs when he released with a silent moan.

Because you were busy searching his inside. You didn't notice him cumming. Irritated that you couldn't find what you wanted for 10 minutes.

God, Barbatos or Morax heard your prayers. When the male under you, screamed suddenly. You pulled back, remembering the angle and pounded into him. Thrusting at the bundle of nerves.

"Annhh! Aah! Ohh! Mnnhh! Ah!"

When the traveler finally cum, you pulled out, collapsing next to him on your back with heavy breaths. Exhausted, you closed your eyes, ready to sleep away your fatigue until you felt someone on sitting near where your strap on was.

"Not done yet. I'm still not satisfied.!"

Snapping your eyes wide open at the male on top of you. You could feel dread crawling up your back. Like how horny is he? Is it the aphrodisiac or himself that is speaking?

You stuttered.

"You-! You Incubus.....!"

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To avoid stressing myself out. I'll try my best to post like once every week or more depending on my grades and school work. Tbh this is my most terrible work in my opinion

[stranded-in-salem]

[wattpad link] [last chapter] warning: graphic (?) description of murder

Mafia's POV:

"So. You all are my teammates?"

The Mafia members sat across from each other in one of the houses. None of them knew each other at all, so the meeting was a tad bit awkward.

"I.. guess so?" "Hope we're all able to get along, then. Would be a shame if we all ended up hating each other." "Yeah."

It went silent in the room for a minute. One of the Mafia members took out a piece of paper.

"Here's a list of everyone in the town. I guess we have to, uh, kill one of them?" "What if we just didn't kill anyone? Is that an option?" "I mean, whoever's behind this would probably do something horrible to us if we didn't kill anyone." "Maybe killing someone doesn't actually kill them. That's what I'm hoping, anyway. Let's just choose someone & get it over with." "Alright."

The three of them looked over the list. "How about that Ollie person? Their non-threatening appearance threatens me." "Sure. I can do that. House #3, right?" "That's right!" "Off I go, then!"

The Mafioso grabbed their gun & headed out of the door, on their way to Ollie's house.

Serial Killer's POV:

"Role?"

The Serial Killer found themselves in a cold, dusty jail cell. They had been jailed, by the town's Jailor, who was glaring them right in the eyes. Luckily for the Serial Killer, the jail cell was dimly lit, & they could hide their knife behind them.

"Oh, me? I'm just the Doctor." they lied, throwing a naive smile upon their face. The Jailor seemed to write something in their will.

"What are ya writing?" "Your claim. If I die, everyone will know you're the Doctor." "Ah. I see."

The Jailor finished writing in their will & set it aside, opening up the jail cell. "You're free to go-" they started, but their sentence was interrupted by the Serial Killer launching themselves out of the cell & plunging their knife into the Jailor's chest.

"AAGH-" the Jailor tried to scream, but the Serial Killer cut them off (literally) by stabbing their throat as well. They yanked their knife out of the Jailor's throat, & their body went limp. The Serial Killer sighed, dropping their knife next to the body.

"I.. I just killed this guy, didn't I?"

A gust of wind blew in, making the Jailor's last will fly across the room & land on top of the Jailor's body, soaking up some of the blood. The Serial Killer knelt down, looking at what it had read.

Name: Mortimer

Role: Jailor

Night 1: Jailed             . Claims Doctor.

Either the will was too bloody or it was too dark in the jail cell, because the Serial Killer's name was unintelligible. They hoped it was the former. They didn't want anyone to find out they killed this guy.

"I'm sorry," they whispered to the corpse. The only response they got was the blood that spilled out of Mortimer's corpse, covering the floor.

Arsonist's POV:

The Arsonist stood upon the town, looking at houses to douse. "Hm.. which house to douse?" they thought to themself, tapping their foot.

They walked toward one of the houses in front of them & held up a small match to read the house number. House #1. This was the house the Arsonist saw Charlie walk into, so it was probably Charlie's house.

Putting out the flame on the match & throwing it aside, the Arsonist thought about this. Charlie was the one who gathered everybody together & got them to introduce themselves yesterday. She's got the capability to lead the town, no matter her role. That could be dangerous to the Arsonist.

They opened up their gas can, & went to work dousing Charlie's house as they heard a cart ride past.

Ollie's POV:

Ollie was restless. They sat in their bed, fidgeting with a toy. From what the note they received read, most people got an object based on their role that they can use. However, Ollie's role couldn't really do anything, so they were provided with fidget toys & an MP3 player instead.

As they squeezed the toy in their hand, there was a knock at their door. Ollie hopped out of bed, fidget still in hand, & answered the door. "Hello?" they asked.

The person at the door said nothing, but they held the body of someone else in their hands. "Take them." the person said.

"What, are they dead or something?" "No, just asleep. Throw them in your bed & get outside." "Alright. I'm not one to argue."

Despite definitely being one to argue, Ollie obliged & put the sleeping person in their bed & went outside.

"So what's up? & also, who was that?" "Get in the cart & I'll explain."

They hopped into the cart as the person started dragging the cart around. "That person I just handed you? That was the person who lives at house #15. Their name's Dawn, I think? We're headed to their house now."

"Why would we-" Ollie started, but a realization came to them. "Wait! Are you the Transporter?" "Yeah? How'd you figure it out?" "Well, remember how the note mentioned this was just a game of Town of Salem? Turns out that game is one of the few things I remember! There's a role in that game called the Transporter, & they can transport two people each night-" "Yea, I know what a Transporter is. I am one." "Yea, yea. So that's how I knew!" "Good for you, I guess. Now could you do me a favor & be quiet for the rest of the ride, please?" "Alright!" Ollie said, & those were the last words they said that night.

[next chapter]

[figonas]

As Warm As The Sun-Part 1

“When he wakes there is crisp sunlight streaming through his chambers, yellow as a daffodil and nearly as warm as Jude felt in his arms. In limbo between awake and asleep Cardan thinks he might have dreamt that part of the evening as well”

Summary: Takes place during The Wicked King pretty much right before the Queen of Mirth scene and Chapter 15. This is just a soft, fluffy response to the prompt “hug me I command it”.

Words: 1623

Rating: GA

Links: Part 2-Jude POV | AO3

A/N: Tumblr user @jurdanhell brought this prompt up to me and our initial discussion that it didn’t really fit Cardan morphed into “wait yes this is exactly Cardan behavior”. This is my first work on AO3 so kudos would be greatly appreciated, if it gets enough love I might re-write the scene from Jude’s perspective!

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Revels all tended to blend together, an endless stream of music and alcohol that somehow left Cardan feeling as desperately alone as always even when in a room bursting with folk of all shapes and sizes. This particular revel was different, if only because Jude was still hovering around him long after she would have normally retreated to her chambers or the Court of Shadows. He could feel her eyes on him, as heavy as the weight of his crown as she stared daggers at him from her position to the side of his throne.

Ordering Jude to do anything would be ordering a knife thrust into his own back, High King or no. So Cardan merely asked Jude to attend the revel in its entirety, but he did so in front of the Living Council, several members of the Low Courts, and Locke who rose to challenge and prod Jude without needing to be asked. There was no way for her to refuse that wouldn’t be seen as backing down from his challenge, so through gritted teeth, Jude graciously accepted his invitation. He didn’t know why he had asked her, perhaps he simply wanted to annoy her in a way that would require little effort from him, or perhaps he wanted to know how she would retaliate. A small part of him whispered that he just wanted her company but he made sure to drown that part of him with plenty of wine earlier in the night. Too much wine though Cardan is loath to admit it, and now as the night winds down he’s not entirely sure he can make it back to his rooms on his own. It wouldn’t be the first time one of his guards has dragged their High King to bed and dropped him on his royal ass but Cardan dislikes the idea all the same. Moving to stand he lurches too far forward and nearly falls off the raised dais before Jude’s hand closes on the back of his cloak pulling him backward where he crashes into her solid presence. “As much as it would amuse me to watch you fall after you made me stand here all night for no reason, I’m too tired to pick you up off the floor,” Jude hisses in his ear, she throws one of his arms across her shoulders as her other arm snakes around his waist. “Dearest Jude, are you trying to take me to bed?” Cardan tries his best to wiggle his eyebrows at her but he’s too focused on his feet as they descend the dais steps and begin the long trek to his rooms. “Don’t push your luck or I’ll leave you to sleep on the floor in the middle of the burgh”. He laughs despite her threat and out of the corner of his eye he sees a small smile on Jude’s lips.

Cardan’s inebriated mind is not as trained at quashing his feelings for Jude as his sober mind is. As they make their way through the palace halls he has the sudden, sickening thought that he likes this, being embraced by Jude Duarte even if it’s only to help him to his rooms. She seems to have forgotten she’s repulsed by him, letting him lean on her as much as he needs. Cardan decides that he would get mindlessly drunk every night if it meant Jude would hold him this way but, perhaps mercifully, they make it to his rooms before he can voice this out loud. The moment she releases him he misses her warmth, her feeling of life and strength, of mortality. Before he knows what he’s saying he opens his mouth to speak. “Embrace me again,” he says, drunk and foolish, he can see the shock on her face despite her desperate attempt to hide it, but even Jude master of power and control, cannot stop the flush rising across her cheeks. Is it desire? Anger? Embarrassment? Cardan doesn’t care, he likes this Jude best; off her guard, almost susceptible to his charms but not quite, she is Jude Duarte after all. She recovers quickly, her expression cooling into something like boredom. “Go to bed Cardan” she points at the monstrously empty bed and he imagines it will be just as cold and lonely as he feels now. “But I am your king, Jude I command it,” he says with what he hopes is a playful smile, but is more than likely a fool’s grin. “So I say again, embrace me and then I will concede and go to bed”. Jude opens her mouth to speak but quickly shuts it with an audible snap of teeth.

She’s at war with herself he realizes suddenly, he can nearly see the thoughts racing in her head. He expects her to push back and fight with him, or to leave him where he stands not caring if he makes it to bed or collapses on the floor right here. Impossibly she does neither, instead, she reaches for him and wraps her arms around his midsection, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Cardan is frozen for what feels like an eternity but is only a handful of seconds as her warmth seeps into his very bones. He wraps his arms around her, returning the embrace before she changes her mind. “I’m only doing this because I’m too tired to fight with you about going to bed,” Jude mumbles softly, Cardan barely hears her above his pounding heart, but he can feel her words from where she’s pressed against his chest. He wants to tighten his grip on her to ensure himself this is real. He wants to bury his face in the crook of her neck and inhale the scent that haunts his dreams; her scent, so uniquely human, so wholly Jude. Through sheer force of will, he stops himself from indulging in either of these fantasies that would most likely only shatter this tender moment or result in him getting stabbed, he is equally disappointed at the thought of either possibility.

Jude seems to forget, if only for a moment, that it’s Cardan’s arms around her, his shoulder her cheek rests on, his neck that she tickles with her soft exhales. She relaxes just a little in a way he didn’t know she could, her palms flattening against his back, the ever-present tension leached slightly from her shoulders. He indulges in the impulse of stroking her lower back with his thumbs, he’s emboldened to tighten his grip on her just a fraction when Jude doesn’t react to the small movement. They stand in silence for several moments, Cardan’s heart racing at a worrying speed. Suddenly, Jude inhales deeply which turns into a wide yawn and she steps back rubbing the heel of her hand across one eye. “Alright, Your Majesty I indulged your wishes,” she’s interrupted by another, smaller yawn which she covers with the back of her hand. Cardan’s hands are still resting lightly on Jude’s waist, she doesn’t move from his touch. “Now to bed with you so I can get in my own. One of us has to be alert enough to run the kingdom,” she points in the direction of his bed and Cardan drops his hands. He is again shocked by how cold his room feels without her pressed against him. He quashes the urge to touch her again, he knows she will not indulge him a second time. When he turns he sways slightly, Jude rolls her eyes and places her hand on the small of his back guiding him to bed. “Careful with your orders Jude or I will tell everyone that you were kind to me,” he laughs to himself though it is not at all funny. “Though I don’t think anyone would believe me”. “You won’t remember this tomorrow anyway,” they reach the bedside where she gives him a gentle shove and he drops unceremoniously onto his too-large bed. The motion sets his head swimming. He steals one last, longing look at Jude before closing his eyes; her cheeks flushed, eyes tired, impenetrable walls lowered the tiniest bit. Cardan tucks the image away to think of when she’s gone and he’s left alone in the sea of cold blankets. “Oh Jude, loveliest of afflictions, I will remember this night for years to come,” he hears her scoff as she steps away from the bed. “We’ll see about that tomorrow,” she sounds amused as she speaks and if Cardan’s head wasn’t spinning so badly he would peel his eyes open just to see one of Jude’s rare smiles. He hears her footsteps retreating toward the door where she stops, he’s nearly overtaken with sleep when he hears her voice call softly back to him. “Goodnight Cardan”. She’s gone before he can respond and Cardan succumbs to sleep only moments later.

She’s there in his dreams as she is most nights. Cardan tries to speak to dream Jude, but the only word he can say is her name; Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude. Over and over again, he calls her name like a curse, a prayer, the last desperate words of a dying man, a humble supplicant whispering the name of an honored deity. When he wakes there is crisp sunlight streaming through his chambers, yellow as a daffodil and nearly as warm as Jude felt in his arms. In limbo between awake and asleep Cardan thinks he might have dreamt that part of the evening as well, but as he shifts under the sheets her scent wafts from the fabric of his shirt into his nostrils. He clutches the fabric tightly, inhaling deeply he smiles to himself before drifting off again to a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

[rurulyywrites]

✨☁️ IT'S APRIL FOOLS!:Work it better make it harder!|Lilia Vanrouge|

Here it is EVERYONE!!!!

We're just continuing part one. This is part 2

Title(since it's very long):

✨☁️ IT'S APRIL FOOLS!:Work it better make it harder!|Lilia Vanrouge|

Pairings: none

Plot: everyone's getting harder to prank. With Ruru snitching about it being April Fools and everyone being on edge due to it. It made Lilia level up from east to difficult as the pranks progress. He needed to get smarter and that's why his pranks were intricate and complex. No one's gonna pass this April Fools.

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Lilia POV

Everyone was clearly on edge. Some people dodging my water buckets and water balloon throws. Ruru really made it harder didn't they.

"HA! Not today Li--!" "A true prankster gas backups. Also,get pied!" "I HATE THIS DAY!"

Mission #2:

Octavinelle

A

h yes. Octavinelle.

Octavinelle is separated into levels.

Azul Ashengretto being easy due to just a small thing being off place will set the bomb to tick

Jade Leech being moderate since only big differences or problems will have him worry about everything

Ursula Gutio being Hard. She's a fellow prankster. She might get me before I get her. I have to be quick and complex. She won't tick unless someone's dying.

And ohhh Floyd Leech..

Floyd Leech being the boss. You have to have everything calculated and ready to go. He won't tick unless it's someone he loves that's dying. And when you're caught? Ohh.. he'll go berserk. Not only that,but he's also a fellow prankster. What a challenge it is.

this will be f u n

「Cafeteria」

"Let's eat!" Lilia said as he turned to Ruru who looked at him unamused "Yes,Child of void. We eaten together this morning,why not this noon?"

Malleus said as Lilia smirked "ok I have a name. But I'll pass. I'll go hang with the gang--" Ru was immediately stunned to see their friends with their fellow dorm members.

Even Ursula who hates Azul to the guts. "Looks like your friends ditched you" Silver whispered as Ruru rolled their eyes. "let's just go.." "Wonderful!"

Lilia said with a cheery smile. They all sat down,Lilia sitting in between Silver and Ru. "What are you planning,old man" Ru whispered. "Azul. He's so easy to prank--"

"I HAVE LOST MY LUNCH?! AND LUNCH RAN OUT?! WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO THE GODDAMN SURFACE?!" And on cue,Azul shouts his complaint.

"Azul can you shut the fuck up? Just... Ugh. have my protein bar" Ursula said as he gave the dormwarden a protein bar and apple juice.

Azul was stunned by the sudden act of gratitude. "What? Picky tentacles. I'll leave 2 waffles for you. I'm on a diet" Ursula said as Azul sat down. Uneasy about the protein bar and apple juice. Thinking it might be poisoned.

"Well that's not technically a prank,Lilia." "Well do you know the prank?" Lilia said with a smug smirk. Ruru sighed "What is it" they asked as Lilia leaned closer to the dark teal haired's ear "I plan on having Azul and Ursula be friends."

This evil bitch

"You absolute moron. Ursula would never" "and at the end of the day. I'd have them have the worst fight ever,they'll go less than a pinch away from overblotting"

.....

Oh dear.

.....

Ending obtained:7/31

Let fate pull them apart after you build them together

Jade Leech

"So. Plans for the one of a hell of a student?" Ru asked as them and Lilia got to the botanical garden. "I removed every single mushroom" Lilia said as Ru looked at him with wide eyes before rushing towards the part of the garden with the most mushrooms.

He wasn't joking...

Ru thought as a whole kilometer of mushrooms were gone. "Any you did this when?" "I think it was 10 pm." Lilia replies. "The roots are gone as well. Don't worry,it'll be back to normal tomorrow"

Lilia reassures the dark teal haired as they sighed. "How the hell do you not have bags under your damn eyes."

And within minutes like it was on cue. Jade arrived. "Oh-! Hey Jady" Ru said as they lightly waved at the Octavinelle student. "Rury-.. p..pleasure to meet you here,Ruru and Lilia San"

Jade corrects himself "Did he just---?" "Nope. Anyways,why're you here?" Ru asked him,while blocking the loss of mushrooms behind their back.

"I was going to collect mushrooms,Ursula has recently taught me how to make a certain stew from its world" Jade said as Ru glared at Lilia.

"Hate to burst your bubble,but..." Lilia said as Ru sighed and moved aside(THAT RHYMED) to show Jade a  whole kilometer of just soil.

No mushrooms.

Just soil.

"B..but.." "apologies,young one. But we also arrived to this news" Lilia said as Ru decides not to look at neither. "..... Why....." Jade looked like he was about to cry but immediately kept his posture and left without a word.

"Please put the mushrooms back tomorrow" "'Course!"

Ursula Gutio...

"What the hell are you planning?" Ru asked as Lilia was setting up a fool proof prank for their best friend,Ursula.

"Well I had 5 choices. 1,disrespect its pronouns. In which I thought would trigger its boundaries and I don't want that. 2,talk about sex and love. It's an ace and aro. And that's disrespectful. 3,Rice crispies. 4,have it be alone in the school grounds. Would need too much effort. And 5, public humiliation"

Lilia said as he pulled out his magic pen. "And I'm assuming you chose..?" "Public humiliation" Lilia said as Ru rolles their eyes and watches Lilia.

"Why are you here with me tho? Don't you feel bad for me humiliating your friend?" Lilia asked as Ru looked at him with a raised brow.

"oh,well. Let's say I have absolutely no empathy and no clue on what emotion in feeling right now. Besides,drama is everything"

Ru said as Lilia chuckled. Soon, Azul, Leech twins and Ursula all walked out of the building that Lilia and Ru were on the second floor of. "And here we go".

Ursula POV

"Ula Chan really needs to be careful,it's April fools!" Floyd said as us four exit the building. "I've recently planned a wonderful April fools prank. Although too much effort." I said,making Azul chuckle. I didn't know why,but Azul is being extremely nice. It's a change of pace between us,it was nice.

Just then.

I felt my sixth sense tingle.

I immediately looked up and saw water coming down its way. I pushed The twins back and giving Azul my phone before also pushing him back and--

*SPLASH!!!!!!!!*

Water with a force of a waterfall fell down on me. Being an Octavinelle student,my uniform was soaked and my original form showed itself. All I could hear were muffled shouts of my name due to the water current. It went on for 5 seconds.

Until I suddenly stopped.

It's so cold.

I'm so cold.

My eyes wandered around with my hands over my chest

"Look at it.. Ursula looks... Disgustin"

Stop please... Please..

Even if I sat down on the ground and covered my face. The whispers don't stop. Everyone saw my original form....

It was so cold...

Until..

I suddenly felt warm.

I looked up and saw Azul wrapping his coat around me. "What the-?!" "Come on" and with that. We left. All I heard were Jade and Floyd faintly shouting at everyone that they saw nothing.

3rd person POV

"What the fuck..?" Ru asked as Lilia slowly clasped. Ru also clapped as well. "what a show" "indeed. Better than that school play I starred at".

Floyd Leech

How do you prank such smart yet an imbecile of a being?

Lilia needs an idea.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Obsessively Protective

Summary: Dean is super protective of Reader who ends up taking a risk and catching heat for it.

TW/CW: Yandere!Dean Winchester x Reader

Requested?: Yes! A lovely Anon said, “Oneshot from Yandere Dean, please.”

Word Count: 1,317

A/N: I'm not entirely sure that this is what you wanted but I gave it my best shot. I hope you like it! Thank you for the request. As always, Requests are Open! P.S. pls lmk if there’s any typos or anything bc I didn’t really proofread this one :/

Your POV

    The bright sun shines overhead as I straighten my suit. I follow behind Sam as Dean follows behind me, pressumably to check out my ass. We show our badges as the two dive head first into the routine questions for the Sheriff while I begin taking a look at the scene. I notice Dean keeping a sharp eye on me but think nothing of it as he’s usually pretty observant and protective. I discreetly pull my emf reader out of my pocket and look around to make sure no one will hear it before clicking it on only for the small device to remain silent. No EMF. I return back to the boys as they discuss the information they’ve gathered and they fill me in after I report the lack of EMF.

    “Alright, Sammy, you do your thing with the family members and see if there was anything weird going on. Baby, you can go ahead and start on the research back at the motel room. I’ll go check out the vic’s apartment,” Dean says.  

    Finding it odd I chance questioning it, “Uh, research what? I don’t really have much to go on here and you know I hate research.”

    “They have a point, Dean. Besides, don’t you want back up in case whatever killed this guy shows back up?” Sam agrees.

    “I can handle it,” with this, he ends the conversation by turning and getting in the car. A short while later, I’m sitting on mine and Dean’s bed at the motel room with my laptop in my lap trying to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to be looking up. Dean’s been acting weird lately. For the past couple cases, he’s been gradually working me down to the easiest tasks. I’ve finally hit rock bottom at pointless research.

     After what seems like forever of staring at the search bar, the door opens and Sam comes in. I place my laptop on the bed beside me and stretch, “Thank god you’re back. Did you find out anything? Maybe something I can research?” Sam laughs and begins explaining everything he learned but unfortunately there is still nothing to research.

     “Hey Sam, I have a question.”

     “Shoot.”

     “Does it feel like Dean has been giving me all the easy jobs lately? I mean he literally sent me back to the motel room to do research when there’s nothing to research,” I ask as my leg begins to bounce.

     “Yeah, I’ve been trying to figure out why,” he responds as he pours himself a cup of coffee and begins sifting through the police reports again.

    “You don’t think he doesn’t trust me anymore, do you?” I ask timidly.

    “I was thinking more along the lines of he’s being too protective. I mean after that case that you got captured on, he’s been keeping a close eye on you. I’m beginning to wonder if he’s obsessed with keeping you safe.” I ponder over this idea but before I can come up with a response, Dean is back and slamming the door behind him.

    “This case is already starting to piss me off,” he says as he plops down onto the bed beside me.

    “I’m guessing you didn’t find anything at the apartment?” I inquire carefully.

    “Nope, did you two come up with anything?” he asks as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his lap.

    Sam shrugs, “No, I’m beginning to wonder if it’s another god or something but I feel like there’d be some clue wouldn’t there? I mean aside from the fact that our vics were shriveled up like raisins.” He stops and flips back and forth through the report.

    “Please, tell me you’ve got something,” I say, itching for a lead.

    “So, get this, there was no items taken from any of the vics, however, all three of them had a strange gold coin in their pocket,” he says, looking up from the papers with a grin on his face.

    I get up and look over his shoulder at the coin in question, “Wait a minute, I’ve seen this before.” I grab my laptop from the bed and type “Greek danake”. I click on the images tab and click on one of them to get a bigger picture before showing the boys, “It’s a Greek danake. The Greeks left them on the eyes or in the mouths of their dead to pay for passage onto Charon’s Ferry that would take them to Hades.” They both look at me in awe and I laugh, “What? I was hella into Greek mythology as a kid.”

    Dean wraps me in a hug and kisses my forehead, “God I love when you do that. So, it’s a Greek something or other. Alright, let’s do some research and figure out what this is and how to kill it.” He drops back onto the bed and goes to grab his own laptop.

    My stomach growls and I realize I haven’t eaten since breakfast, “I think I’m gonna run to the gas station next door and get something to eat. I’m starving.”

    Dean jumps up, nearly dropping his laptop to the floor, “You stay and help Sammy. I’ll go, what do you want?”

    I throw my jacket on, “Dean it’s fine. I can handle walking next door to the gas station.” I go to leave but he follows. I roll my eyes as he takes a hold of my hand and swings it back forth like a kid.

    Sometime later, we’ve figured out we’re hunting one of Hades’ Furies and that it killed our victims because they made an oath they couldn’t keep. We can kill it with iron dipped in pomegranate juice which I thought seemed too easy but the boys went with it.

    “You stay here and hold down the fort, Sammy and I will go gank this mother and then we can all get some sleep once we get back,” Dean says as he pulls his jacket on.

    “But- Seriously?” I ask, shocked that he’s not gonna let me go.

    “Yes, seriously. You’re staying here. I don’t need you getting hurt.”

    “Dean, have you forgotten that I can hold my own?”

    “You’re staying, end of discussion.”

    “Damn it, Dean! I’m not just gonna sit on my ass and twiddle my thumbs. I’m coming too!”

    “No, you’re not. You know why? Because you swore to me that if I ever gave you a direct order, you’d do it. This is a direct order, (Y/N), stay here.”

    With that, he turned around and walked out the door leaving Sam in shock. He looks at me but I wave him off, “Go on. I’ll be fine.” I sat down on the bed. How the hell do they think they’re going to find this thing? Then, I realized they’re not going to without bait. If I go after them, then I’ll break an oath and the Fury will come after me. I’ll just have to make it to them before it gets to me.

    I managed to catch up with them by taking some shortcuts and a close call, a fight, and a sprained ankle later, the Fury is dead and we’re on our way back to the motel room. Dean is beyond pissed and I know I’m gonna get an earful as soon as Sam figures out a way to escape.

    Sure enough, as soon as Sam shuts the door behind him when he leaves to go get food, Dean lets loose, “What the hell were you thinking?! Not only could you have been killed but you also broke your promise! When we get back to the bunker, you’re not leaving it for a month.”

    By now he’s in my face and yelling so loud that my ears hurt. I try to defend myself, “Dean I-”

    “No. Go to sleep. We’re leaving for the bunker first thing in the morning.”

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I’m glad to see you back!! I’m not sure if you are accepting requests but just in case I’d like to request an emeto sick Jooheon with Changkyun as a caretaker! (Can you guess who my biases are lol) I hope you are doing well!!

Sleep well, honey

Fandom: Monsta X

Sickie: Jooheon

Caregiver: Changkyun

Prompt: 'Hot water bottle' @sicktember

No one's POV.:

Monsta X had finally gotten a day off after a long time. Most members wanted to go out and have fun or visit their families, who they haven't seen in a while. The two maknaes however felt tired out from their busy schedules and decided they'd stay at the dorm and sleep in as late as they'd want to, which on Jooheon's case ended up being really late. Changkyung had already been up for two hours and not wanting to wake his friend, made himself a small breakfast before lazing on the couch and watching TV. It was already a bit past lunch time when he started to worry. Sure, they all were exhausted but sleeping this long really was extreme. The youngest decided to give Jooheon thirty more minutes before he'd go and check on him. Those thirty minutes passed with Changkyun unable to focus on the drama he was watching before he got up and quietly made his way to his friend's room. He carefully opened the door just a crack, peaking into the dim room. Apparently, the older rapper was still asleep. Walking closer, Changkyun looked at his hyung. Jooheon was curled up around a pillow, hugging it to his middle. His brows were furrowed, forehead glistening with sweat. Before the younger could feel for a fever though, Jooheon stirred, looking at Changkyun surprised. "Sorry for waking you", the maknae apologized, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Closing his eyes again, Jooheon shook his head and denied: "You didn't, I've already been awake for a while."

Uncomfortable with the silence, Changkyung asked: "Are you okay? I thought I'd check on you, considering how late it is already." – "I-I've got a stomach ache... Can you make it better?", the older groaned, grimacing in pain. As if to prove his point, his stomach grumbled angrily, causing the rapper to squeeze his eyes shut and bury his face in the pillow. Unsure of how he was supposed to make it better, Changkyun offered: "Well, you haven't had breakfast yet. I could make you something light and see if that settles your stomach." Gritting his teeth as a cramp hit, Jooheon shook his head. "Please don't make me food", he breathed, when the cramp let up. Rubbing the older's back comfortingly, Changkyung wracked his brain to come up with another way to help his friend. "How about a hot water bottle?", he hummed after a few minutes of thinking, "Might help your muscles relax and ease the cramps a little." – "Please", Jooheon nodded, gripping his pillow tighter. Squeezing his hyung's shoulder, Changkyun got up and promised: "Be back in a minute. Hang in there." The older nodded again, although this time, his dongsaeng couldn't see it as he was already out of the room.

As he waited for Changkyun to return, Jooheon couldn't help but notice the way the pain in his abdomen slowly morphed into something else. His stomach churned, letting out a sickly gurgle. Propping himself up on his elbow, Jooheon brought his fist up to his lips and muffled a queasy belch. He hoped it was just some gas wanting out but by the way his mouth watered, he could tell he wouldn't be that lucky. Unsure of what was going to happen, he stayed propped up, which was how Changkyun found him a few minutes later. "You okay?", The rapper asked worriedly, placing the hot water bottle aside to take in the other's sickly appearance, noting, "You could blend in with the wall perfectly with how white you look right now." – "I-I don't know", the older muttered, "It just hurt at first but now, I feel nauseous out of nowhere." Gently pulling the pillow out of his hyung's grasp, the maknae hummed: "Let's camp out in the bathroom for a while." Jooheon nodded, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He needed a moment for his head to stop spinning and for his stomach to settle a bit, as he feared he'd get sick all over the floor the moment he stood up.

Changkyung stayed close by and wrapped an arm around Jooheon's waist, supporting him as he stumbled to the bathroom, one arm cradling his upset stomach. The older already felt bile rising up his throat and swallowed back a gag, clenching his teeth, afraid something would come up before they made it to the bathroom. His shaky legs giving out the moment he reached his destination. Jooheon squeezed his eyes shut praying for his stomach to settle while the younger flipped up the toilet seat. Knowing how much his friend hated throwing up, Changkyun crouched behind him and rubbed his back. He could feel the heat radiating through his shirt. Remembering that he had wanted to check for a fever earlier but had gotten distracted when the other woke up, the maknae pressed the backs of his fingers against his hyung's neck. Jooheon shuddered at the cold touch. "You're burning", the younger cooed sympathetically, getting back up to fetch a cold washcloth. Jooheon only groaned, not really surprised at the revelation. His stomach was still doing backflips and he could feel his mouth water. Swallowing convulsively, the rapper moved closer to the toilet bowl. He hated being sick with a passion and would try his hardest to keep his stomach in place. Slowly he was losing the fight though and it freaked him out. Changkyun could tell by the way his friend's hands shook. Draping the cool cloth across the older's neck, he hummed: "Deep breaths. Stressing yourself out isn't going to help."

Trying to take a deep breath, Jooheon shook his head. His air was cut off by his throat contracting with an unproductive gag, that brought tears to his eyes. Only seconds later, his stomach lurched and he choked up a wave of mainly stomach acid. Changkyun was there, rubbing his back and whispering words of encouragement. Clutching the other's hand for support, Jooheon retched again. His ears rang as he threw up last night's dinner. Catching a short break, Jooheon tore off a wad of toilet paper to first dry the tears and sweat before cleaning his lips and chin. "Do you think you're done?", Changkyun whispered, rewetting the washcloth. The older shook his head, crossing his arms over the toilet and dizzily resting his head on them. Gently combing his hair back, the maknae sighed: "You already felt sick last night, didn't you? I remember you barely ate anything for dinner." – "Jus' wasn't hungry", Jooheon denied, cringing at the vile smell. "Alright, sit back against the tub for a moment, yeah?", the younger frowned, reaching to flush the toilet for the older, "Are you sure you're not done? You barely ate dinner and skipped breakfast entirely. How could there possibly be anything for you to throw up?" – "T-There is", Jooheon insisted, leaning over the toilet again.

They sat there for another twenty minutes but nothing happened aside from the rapper's stomach turning painfully. Still running his hand up and down the older's back, Changkyun offered: "Do you want me to call any of the hyungs for you?" Jooheon shook his head. They should enjoy their day off. "I could get you some water. Maybe if you drink something, you could throw up and get it over with", the younger tried, hoping to find a way to help his friend feel at least a little better. Unsurprisingly, Jooheon shook his head again. He hated throwing up, so there was no way he'd make himself sick even if he would feel better afterwards. After another ten minutes, Changkyun was able to convince him to move to the living room couch. While the older curled up there, drawing his legs up to his chest and hugging his sore middle, the maknae fetched a bucket and placed it next to the couch just in case. Then he collected the hot water bottle he had abandoned on his friend's bed and went to refill it, so it'd be nice and warm again. "You still want this", he asked quietly, crouching next to the couch and showing his hyung the hot water bottle. The older nodded, uncurling just enough to hug the newfound heat source to his middle. It was only now that he noticed just how cold he felt. Changkyun picked up on the little shivers and frowned. Jooheon's fever must have gone up if he was having chills like that.

Retrieving a fluffy blanket from his room, the maknae also fetched an ice pack before returning to the living room. He spread the blanket over his hyung's tightly curled up form and warned: "I'll put something cold on your forehead. Your head must be hurting from the high temperature you're sporting." Jooheon mumbled something incoherent and flinched a bit when the younger pressed the icepack to his forehead. Heart aching in sympathy, Changkyun stroked the other's arm till he had gotten used to the cold sensation on his face and was able to relax a bit. "Do you want me to turn on the TV to distract you a bit?", the maknae asked, reaching for the remote. He couldn't just let his friend wither in pain. Though he didn't get a reply, he turned on a random drama that was playing, making sure the volume was just loud enough to understand. After a few minutes, Jooheon opened his eyes and glanced at the TV too. If he couldn't sleep anyway, a distraction didn't sound too bad. In the beginning, the background noise and distraction were really welcome but after sometime, all the colors seemed to blur together, making the rapper's head pound. He closed his eyes, hoping to follow along with the plot despite not being able to see it. It didn't work and not being occupied anymore, he started paying more attention to how his body felt. Jooheon could feel every slight turn of his stomach and took a deep breath, reminding himself that the bucket was right there and nothing bad could happen to him. He'd be fine.

Ten minutes later, Changkyun noticed how his friend's skin shade looked faded and washed out. Just as he wanted to ask if everything was alright, the older propped himself on his elbow and leaned over the edge of the couch. Pulling the bucket closer, Jooheon drew in a shaky breath. Tears already pricked at his eyes. They finally had a day off and he had to spend it miserable like this. "Ssh, you're okay", Changkyun promised, moving closer to rub the other's back. The older choked out a sob before ducking his head into the bucket with a forceful retch. Changkyun patted his back as he coughed up a wave of sick. Considering it was mostly stomach acid and bile, Jooheon's throat burned making it incredibly painful to take in a breath. Before he could really recover from the first wave, his stomach lurched again and the younger cringed at the wet splattering noise. Changkyun could feel his own stomach clench and looked away but his hand never stopped drawing soothing circles onto his hyung's back.

Exhausted, Jooheon flopped onto his back, his arm draped over his face as he tried to recover from the exertion. "I'll get you some water. You don't have to drink immediately but maybe rinse your mouth", Changkyun hummed, placing the icepack back onto his friend's forehead before getting up and making his way to the kitchen. When he returned, the older seemed almost asleep but groaned quietly when the maknae rubbed his arm to get his attention. Jooheon sat up with some struggle and accepted the water his dongsaeng handed him. First, he rinsed his mouth a few times before taking a small sip and handing the glass back. Helping the older get settled again, Changkyun tucked the blanket around his hyung's shoulders and asked: "Will you be alright for a moment, so I can clean this out?" Jooheon nodded with his eyes closed. He felt like the couch was moving underneath him and just wanted for it to stay still so he could go to sleep. With the dizziness taking up most of his attention, he barely noticed when Changkyun returned and placed the now clean bucket back on the floor. The maknae could tell Jooheon wasn't asleep, his face didn't look relaxed enough for that. In hopes of helping the older get some rest, he played with his hair and gently scratched his scalp, successfully distracting Jooheon from most of his discomfort. He was too exhausted to stay awake much longer anyway. Changkyun smiled a bit when his hyung's face relaxed and he huffed a soft breath in his sleep. Sleep well, honey.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Dark and Twisted or Fighting Love

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @stupidbluegirl @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst

This Passage contains potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and very smutty content.

Summary: Kirby and Roddy push their relationship boundaries a step too far and actually appear on television together but not as a couple.

Kirby's POV:

Rod cut me off my stopping the car again, and pulling me into a heated kiss, lips locked with mine and his right hand tangled in my hair, slipping his tongue into my mouth for a second before pulling away for air.

"Don't tell me what to do, or I'll pin you to the seat and shag you till neither of us can walk tomorrow."

"You wouldn't." I mumbled, incredulous to what he had just said.

"Oh, I would. I absolutely would."

"Rod, can't you wait until Valentine's day?"

"Oh sure, but where would be the fun in that?"

"Roddy!" I glared at him, eyes locked.

"Yes, sweetheart." He meeped, backing off

"You handsome fool" I whispered, pulling him into a kiss.

The moment I tried to pull away, he pulled me back in, deepening the kiss and whispering out small 'I love you's' between each breath, slowly pushing me down against the upholstered seat bed of the D200

He pinned me underneath him, legs either side of my own, left arm curled around my back and his right hand playing with my hair, I had my right hand against the floor of the car and my left against his lower back, just underneath his T-shirt. Due to our positioning I could feel Roddy's chest rise and fall with each breath, fast and uncontrolled, much like Rod himself. I moved my left hand slightly further up his back, towards the middle of his shoulder blades and stopped mid-way, feeling not just Rod's chest but another part of him rise too.

"You're trying to set me off, aren't ya." He whispered, accusatory.

"Rod, if I knew how to avoid your 'Loch Ness monster' believe me, I would, f'anwylyd."

"What's that mean?"

"My dearest."

"Ya won't be calling me that after ya hear the bagpipes."

"Rod, shame on you, I like bagpipe music, and anyway, it's not like you could be any worse than Erik."

I should not have mentioned his name, as it sent Rod right back into a frenzy of kisses and sweet words, it wasn't until Rod's hips bucked into mine that he realised what he was doing.

"Ya mentioned him on purpose."

"I did no such thing. You just can't control yourself when you get jealous. admit it."

"Never, me, jealous, never in a million years."

"Would you like to hear about Erik and My first weekend together."

"What do you mean together?" he half whispered, half growled, "Wait, I don't wanna hear about that geek."

"Are ya sure?"

His hips rolling against mine answered before his mouth got the chance. I couldn't stop myself from trying to see what making him jealous would do to him and so, I egged him on further.

"Y'know Erik would take me out to graveyards and we would walk through them all alone."

He growled and kissed my neck.

"And he would buy me cases of beer and bottles of wine and he'd cook somethin' just for the two of us."

Another growl but this time he kissed my jawline and his hips were pressed firmly against mine, letting me feel just how 'hard' I had gotten him.

I decided to see if a lie about just how romantic Erik and me were with each other would push him over the edge "And the way he kissed me, and the way he-"

Roddy cut me off with a rough kiss and his hips bucking against mine, hard enough to bruise, or at least hard enough to feel like it bruised me. He shifted his position so he could hold one of my legs up and push his groin further against my own.

"Rod, I'm just messin' with ya on that last one." I admitted, sending him further into this passionate rage, and making me have to bite my lip to avoid yelping out his name when he bit the flesh on my collarbone.

"Never lie to me again," He growled, pumping his hips against mine, cloth against cloth but, with no doubt, kilt against bare flesh underneath.

Rod had leant backwards, sitting up against my lap, removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor of the D200, before edging up the hem of my own shirt. I relented, removing both my jacket and tank top, letting Rod explore my chest with his hands, his warm hands against my cool flesh made me jump slightly, Rod's eyes looked as if they would bulge out of his head at a moments notice.

"Oh, baby."

"Roddy, are ya alright."

"I think I'm in Heaven."

I let out a giggle and Rod started fumbling with his belt and the buckles on his kilt.

"I don't think this can wait 'til Valentines."

I leant up to meet him, face to face, kissing him, "Rod, if you want this, then let's stop off at a store, get some 'stuff' and go back to the hotel."

"Oh, absolutely. I mean," He grabbed his shirt and readjusted himself, "I wouldn't want to ruin the seats, or worse, get ya pregnant."

I reached over to where my shirt had landed and felt Roddy's hand travel up my back and unbuckle my bra.

"You fucker." I groaned in an annoyed tone.

He chuckled to himself before I felt both of his hands brush against my back and heard the small 'click' of my bra being re-buckled.

"Thank you, Roddy." I whispered, putting my tank top back on, but leaving my jacket on the floor.

He started the car and placed his hand on my thigh, I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and he looked over at me before driving us to a nearby gas station.

"Uh, Roddy, Roddy no."

"Whaddya mean, no, we get a box of condoms from he-"

"From a fucking GAS STATION?!"

"What's wrong with my idea?"

"You expect me to let you get a box of condoms, from a gas station, y'know a place where I wouldn't even trust the food, let alone the prophylactics."

We locked eyes for a moment and Rod proceeded to park and get out of the car, with me following close behind him.

"Rod."

"Go back to the car and fill the tank."

"Roderick."

He spun around, placing a kiss on my cheek, "Go back to the car, fill the tank. I love you and would never hurt you. Ok?"

"Okay."

I fast walked back to the car and did exactly as Roddy said, I filled the tank and grabbed my wallet from inside the car, heading into the small and shoddy looking building and meeting up with Roddy.

"Ya filled the tank?" He asked, passing me the box of condoms and proceeding to scan the shelves and grabbing a case of beer.

"Yes, you are not getting drunk, Roddy. Roderick put the beer back."

"No, and anyway, we're not getting drunk."

"Oh, really."

"At least not before I make love to ya."

We walked over to the counter and I paid despite Rod's insistence, going back to the car and headed back to the hotel, rushing up the stairs and into our shared room. Rod locked the door behind us and pushed me onto the bed, crawling over me to pin me down, kissing me roughly and gently pressing his groin against mine, still fully clothed.

He sat up and pulled his shirt off, tossing it behind him and started edging my own shirt off of me, letting me whip it off my body and throwing it over to where his own shirt had landed.

"Do ya really want me?"

I gazed up at Roddy, realising he was asking consent to let him try and shag my brains out, I let out a soft, "Yes, Roddy, yes."

That was all he needed, he set to 'work' kissing my neck and grinding against me, I could feel the heat radiating off his body and the tension building in his groin, feeling the bulge under his kilt getting harder and bigger, until he got off me and whipped his kilt off, exposing his already erect member and grabbing a condom, I looked away and let my head hit the pillows, shifting myself so I was comfortable, removing my trousers and boxer shorts.

I felt Rod climb back over me, aligning himself with me and easing himself in, his shorter frame against my 'oversized' body. I gasped and he stopped immediately, putting his left hand against my jawline.

"Ya alright?"

"I'm fine, I just…"

I couldn't put my thoughts into words but he nodded, fully understanding that it would take some time for me to get used to him, as it was my first time being with anyone. In a weird way I felt glad that my first time was with Roddy, sure he could be hot headed, but I felt as though I could trust him with my whole life.

He eased himself into a steady rhythm of pumping in and out, grunting and groaning in pleasure, I bit my lip, not wanting to put him off the rhythm he had gotten into but also wanting him to go faster or harder, to roughen it up slightly as it was starting to feel to, for lack of a better word, clinical.

"Rod."

"Yes, baby."

"Could you go, rougher?" I quizzed, hoping he'd get the hint.

He quickened his pace, his breathing fastened along with it, the headboard hitting the wall and I found myself unable to keep myself from moaning out small 'Oh God's and 'Yes's as Rod pounded into me with each stroke. We had promised each other we would wait, but truth be told, I'm glad we broke that promise, feeling Rod's flesh against my own was the most intimate I'd ever been with anyone and I was glad it was him.

He kissed me and groaned in relief, I could feel his hips bucking into mine urgently, as if he were trying to bury himself in me, no doubt finding that release, it wasn't too long later when I got my own release upon feeling Roddy's fingers graze my groin, hearing Rod grunt out my name under his breath.

"Roddy."

"Yes, my love."

"Let's only do that again when we want to have kids."

"Agreed." He breathlessly replied.

He got himself cleaned up and I quickly passed out after feeling a haze of tiredness wash over me.

I woke up on the morning of the Twenty-Third to the smell of coffee and Rod pacing back and forth, some of my clothes laid out on the end of the bed.

"Mornin' Kirbs."

"What's wrong?"

I wiped the sleep from my eyes and went about my normal routine, watching as Roddy went back to pacing back and forth. I changed, putting on the clothes laid out at the bottom of the bed. Walking down to the arena rather than driving, with our gym bags over our shoulders I felt Rod reach over and intertwine his fingers with mine.

After both Orndorff and my own matches against Bellomo and Rodz respectively, there was a dual Interview with myself, Roddy and Orndorff being interviewed by Gene.

"We're here with 'Mr Wonderful', Paul Orndorff, 'Rowdy' Roddy Piper and the tallest female professional wrestler Kirby 'Gluttony' Lucifarian."

Rod sized me up as I stood stoically beside Gene.

"You talk about height, you talk about her being the tallest female professional wrestler."

"Well now, you are the tallest aren't you, miss Lucifarian?"

"Yes. Gene," I covered Rod's mouth with my hand effectively silencing him before he got a chance to interrupt, "I am Six-Foot-Eight, the tallest woman and the only woman who can fight any man you put me against, Rodz was nothing, one day I will get my hands on someone who's actually a challenge." I removed my hand and Rod was already getting angry.

"You want a challenge? I'll give you a challenge."

I walked off, leaving Orndorff to hold Piper back.

"Come back here and face me you coward!"

Gene ended the interview quickly and Rod ran up to me, while I was talking to André.

"You're getting good out there."

"Drey, Rodz not that tough. I need a real challenge."

"Like who?"

"I dunno, maybe Rocky Johnson, Atlas or St-"

"What was that back there?!"

"Oh, hi Roddy."

André took the opportunity to avoid Piper by walking away rather quickly for his size.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You covered my mouth with your hand."

"Yeah, and you would've interrupted me, what about it?"

"Did you have to be wearing the same perfume as last night?"

"Oh, that's not perfume Rod, that would be the body wash I use, it's apricot, why?"

"Kirby, Imagine you're a guy with a sex drive for a moment. Now imagine your hot as sin girlfriend covering your mouth with her hand. Now add in the fact that you remember that scent on her skin from when you were having sex the night before."

"Oh, I got you hot, Rod?"

"Never make me wanna do that again."

"Do what?"

"Have sex, with you, in the locker room."

I fake gagged and Rod shook the 'cobwebs' from his mind, clearly wanting to forget that mental image.

END OF DARK AND TWISTED or FIGHTING LOVE

[dontcare77ghj]

Toxin

 Steve x reader x Bucky x Natasha

Masterlist      Sleep Series Masterlist       Halloween/Supernatural Masterlist

Requested by @piper-koko-barnes-rogers. I hope you like it.

“Why is it every time we plan to go out, we get sent out on a mission?” Bucky asked, strapping a gun to his back.

“Because we’re the best of the best.” Natasha said cockily. “No-one gets a job done like we do.”

“This’ll be an easy ass job.” You said, doing your boots up. “We’ll be in and out faster than you can say stupid fucking HYDRA.” You continued, standing from the bench.

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of language.” Natasha mocked, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“You know what Romanoff?” Steve said, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriends who were smirking at him. “That joke’s getting really old.”

“Lighten up, Stevie. It’s only a joke.” Bucky said, moving to stand behind you and Natasha. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and smirked at the blonde. “Besides we all know you have the foulest mouth of the four of us.”

“Buck.” Steve whined, cheeks turning bright red.

“Oh, look he’s gone all red.” You teased, reaching out to pinch his cheek. “How cute.”

“Careful Y/N.” Natasha warned. “Steve might make a set of your cheeks red later.” She added with a chuckle.

“Looking forward to it.” You said, giving Steve a wink.

“You four do realise you are not alone? Correct?” Wanda asked, crinkling her nose at the four of you.

“You love us Wanda.” Bucky said.

“How unfortunate for me.” Wanda said, shaking her head at the four of you.

“Ok everyone, we’re at the drop off.” Steve mentioned, strapping his shield to his arm.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Bucky said as the jet landed. The five of you moved towards your separate rendezvous points and waited for your signal.

“That’s it.” Steve said into the com. “That’s the signal.” He added and the five of you set off towards the base.

You were entering through the south entrance and once you kicked the door in, you felt confused. There wasn’t an agent in sight but you that didn’t make you lower your guard. Raising your hands in front of you, you made the three adamantium claws burst through your knuckles.

“There’s no-one on my end.” You mentioned.

“The same on my side.” Natasha’s voice came in. “I don’t like this Steve.”

“Buck, do you see anyone?” Steve asked.

“No and I’m with Natasha on this.” Bucky said. “Something about this feels wrong.” He added.

“Keep your guard up.” Steve ordered. “Check every room, there has to be something here.”

“Are we sure they didn’t catch wind we were going to be coming and didn’t just leave?” Wanda asked as you checked another room.

“They wouldn’t leave.” Natasha said as you spotted something in the middle of an otherwise empty room. “That’s not their style.” She added as you moved further into the room.

“No, they wouldn’t leave.” Bucky said lowly. “They would set a trap.” Bucky added in realization.

“We have to get out of here.” Steve ordered. “Move.” He added, you spun towards the door just in time to see it slam shut.

“Fuck, I’m locked in.” You exclaimed, claws scratching at the metal door. You heard Steve let out a surprised noise and Natasha swear in Russian. “What’s going on?”

“Hordes of HYDRA agents.” Natasha grunted.

“Wanda? Steve? Buck? What’s happening on your end?” You asked as a hissing noise filled your room. “Fuck they’re releasing a gas in here.” You said, covering your mouth and nose.

“The floor opened up.” Steve said, letting out a harsh sigh. “I had to climb my way out. Nat, I’m on my way. Bucky, where are you?”

“In a similar boat to Y/N.” Bucky said, his voice muffled. “I’m working on it, I’m almost out of here.” He added, letting out a loud grunt.

“I’m stuck. I’m not even making a dent in here.” You sighed before letting out several harsh coughs.

“Y/N just hang on a second. I’m almost out, I’m coming for you.” Bucky promised, grunting several more times before you heard a loud bang over the com.

“Wanda, where are you? What’s happening?” You asked, coughing a few times.

“HYDRA must have been experimenting again.” She finally said. “There was a man with similar abilities to mine. I took care of him.” Wanda added. “Natasha, where are you and Steve?”

You could hear Steve, Natasha, Bucky and Wanda all talking over the coms, but you couldn’t acknowledge what they were saying over you coughing your lungs up, and the sound of your rapidly beating heart.

Non-reader POV

Bucky ran through the halls, gun out and ready, shooting any HYDRA member he came across. He heard gun shots and noises of pain just down the hall, so he rushed towards the commotion.

Seeing Natasha and Steve fighting off dozens upon dozens of agents, Bucky shot the closest member and any after that.

“Took you long enough to join the party, Barnes.” Natasha commented, sending a widow’s bite into someone’s neck. “You okay?”

“Well considering I’m not dead, I’d say I’m doing fantastic.” Bucky said, violently throwing a man into wall. “Stevie, you still got those trackers on everyone?”

“Yeah.” Steve grunted, bringing his shield down on a man’s skull.

“Trackers? I’m impressed.” Natasha commented, taking out another man. A sudden red glow enveloped the remaining men and threw them into walls, the ceiling and the floor. Steve, Natasha and Bucky looked over to see Wanda looking annoyed behind them.

“Do I have to do everything for you three?” Wanda asked with a smirk.

Steve pulled out of his mini tablet and typed in a few things before he nodded. “Follow me.” He told his partners and jogged in the opposite direction. The other three quickly followed the blonde, taking out any agents they saw. “Here.” Steve said as they stopped in front of a metal door.

There was a retinal scanner and a keypad next to the door, a keyhole on the door but no key. Bucky began shooting at the door, but nothing happened. Steve told his partners to move but it did nothing.

“Let’s do this the old fashion way.” Natasha said, grabbing an agent off the ground. She forced his eye open and forced him to stare into the scanner.

A light above the door turned on and there was a beeping noise before the door opened. The four covered their mouths and noses as a vapor exited the opening door. Seeing their girlfriend laying unconscious on the floor, Steve dropped his shield and rushed over to pick her up.

“She has a heartbeat.” Steve announced, rushing back out of the room. Natasha picked up Steve’s shield and gestured the two men and woman towards the door.

“Let’s get her back to the jet.” Natasha said. Natasha ran in front, Steve in the middle with Wanda and Bucky bringing up the rear. The five quickly made it to the jet and Natasha moved into the cockpit to get them out of there, while Bucky and Steve laid Y/N out on the floor.

“Y/N, Y/N come on wake-up Y/N.” Bucky said, tapping the woman on the cheek. Y/N’s breathing began to get frantic as her eyes twitched. Steve and Bucky shared a look and Bucky tapped Y/N’s cheek again. “Wake-up Y/N.”

At this Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she let out an ear-piercing scream.

Reader POV

“What are you doing? Stop it. What are you doing to me?” You screamed as the man cut you open and injected your skeleton with it. “Stop it!”

“But it’s so much fun.” A feminine voice said clearly over your screams. Your head shot up to see Natasha standing in place of the doctor.

“Nat, please stop. Please stop this.” You begged. The woman only cooed mockingly as she wiped the tears off your cheeks.

“But I’m not doing anything.” She said before shifting into Bucky. Bucky smiled as he grabbed a syringe and injected it into you. You shrieked as your body began to burn and Bucky merely looked down and laughed at your pain.

“What’s wrong baby doll, can’t handle it?” He asked, slicing you from the chest to your belly button.

“Fuck!” You screamed, unable to move away from your boyfriend.

“I thought you were stronger than this.” Steve said, twirling a scalpel in his hands. “I guess we were wrong about you.” He commented before plunging the scalpel into your heart.

You let out a shriek and finally shot off the table.

Non-reader

“Y/N! Y/N it’s us! Calm down!” Bucky said attempting to grab Y/N’s flailing limbs as she screamed.

While the reality was Steve, Bucky and Natasha were trying to calm the woman, with Wanda watching on worriedly, that was not what Y/N saw.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Can’t handle a little pain?” Bucky asked, gripping her wrists violently.

“What’s wrong with her?” Natasha asked as Y/N fought against Bucky’s grip.

“What’s wrong with you, Barnes? Just kill her now. I want to watch her body try and heal itself while we cut her.” Natasha said with a grin.

“Hold her still.” Wanda said, coming closer to the four of them. “If you hold her still, I can look into her head.”

“Do I need to do everything for the three of you?” Wanda asked, glaring down at Y/N. “How hard is it to kill a weakling like her?” She questioned as Natasha took out a knife and plunged it into Y/N’s stomach.

“You try holding her still and avoiding her claws.” Steve grunted, moving behind his girlfriend and holding both her arms behind her.

“Who said we wanted to kill her now?” Steve asked, holding her still as Bucky twisted Natasha’s knife in your stomach.

“It’s more fun to play with your prey.” Bucky said, as Natasha yanked the knife out of your stomach.

“Smile darling, this is all for you.” Natasha grinned before moving her knife up to Y/N’s lips. She traced them before carving into her face.

Wanda let out a gasp and yanked her hands away from the woman’s face, quickly feeling around her face to see if it was bleeding.

“Wanda what’s going on? What’s wrong with her?” Natasha asked, watching as their girlfriend shrieked and cried as she struggled in Steve and Bucky’s grip.

Wanda wasn’t able to say as Y/N escaped the boys grip. Her claws unsheathed as she stared the four down in fear.

“Just go away.” Y/N begged.

“Begging Y/N?” Bucky questioned, raising an eyebrow at her. “How cowardly. If you really want it to stop, you know what you have to do.”

“Go on, do it.” Steve said. “Our lives would be so much better without you.”

“We wouldn’t have to be dragged down by you constantly.” Natasha added, stepping closer to the boys. “I can’t believe we’ve wasted this much time on you. Just do it.”

“I can’t do it.” Y/N cried as her claws began moving closer to her stomach.

“She can’t see any of us.” Wanda said, watching Y/N carefully. “She’s trapped in a nightmare of HYDRA’s creation.”

“What do we do?” Natasha asked, watching her girlfriend worriedly. She, Steve and Bucky were all watching her anxiously, none of them wanting to lose her or have to see her like this.

“I have an idea, but it’s risky.” Wanda said.

“How risky?” Steve asked, inching closer to Y/N.

“If you can’t do it, then that just proves how much of a coward you are.” Steve said, moving towards Y/N menacingly.

“If you’re not going to die by your own hand, we’re going to die by your hands.” Bucky told you rushing forward and impaling himself onto your claws.

“No!” Y/N screamed in agony. While she watched visions of Bucky impaling himself in front of her, the real Bucky rushed forward and grabbed both Y/N’s hands while Wanda placed both hands on Y/N’s temples.

Y/N crumpled to her knees as Wanda’s hands glowed red. Bucky and Steve helped lay Y/N down as Wanda kept her hands-on Y/N’s head.

“Wanda can you please explain what’s going on with Y/N?” Natasha asked rather franticly.

“It’s something HYDRA invented years ago.” She said, turning towards the red head her own eyes glowing bright red.  “It’s similar to my powers, it makes you see what you fear. It’s all you can see and gets worse and worse, until you would rather be dead than see anymore.”

“Experiment 12B.” Bucky murmured.

“You’re familiar with it?” Steve asked, looking sadly at his boyfriend.

“Very.” Bucky replied with a grimace. Steve took Bucky’s hand as Natasha began to pace.

“So, what can we do?” Natasha asked, running her fingers through her hair. “Is there something else we could give her?”

“No.” Wanda and Bucky replied.

“Unfortunately, all we can do is let it run its course.” Wanda continued. “Call Clint. Explain the situation to him and tell him to remove anything that could be used to harm someone. We’ll need to lock her in until this wears off.”

“What about her claws?” Steve asked as Natasha moved into the cockpit to call Clint.

“We just have to hope she won’t use them. And if she does, her healing kicks in.” Bucky said gravely.

It had been two hours since they had all returned to the Tower. Clint had followed Natasha’s instructions perfectly and removed anything an everything that Y/N could use to harm herself.

They’d locked the door so there was no way for her to leave and they’d had J.A.R.V.I.S pull up a live feed. For the first hour she’d slept, not peacefully, but she’d awoken an hour later and had curled into the corner of the room since.

Reader POV

“You can’t hide from us, Y/N.” Bucky laughed, cutting Steve’s throat.

“Don’t you want to play too?” Natasha asked, kneeling down in front of you. She had a gun in her hands and when you didn’t answer she brought it to her temple and shot herself.

“Are you not going to scream anymore?” Steve questioned, standing from the ground, his neck and chest stained red. “That’s no fun.” He said, snapping Bucky’s neck.

“I don’t want to play. Go away. Go away.” You continuously said, your hands tight over your ears. Two sets of hands grabbed your wrists and pulled them away. They were cold but that weren’t metal, they felt lifeless.

“You don’t have a choice in that anymore, baby doll.” Bucky said, pressing the spot that forced your claws to burst out. Natasha and Steve forced your hands down towards your stomach and you let out a gasp as the adamantium cut your flesh.

“A monster like you should’ve died a long time ago. This is us doing the world a favour.” Steve murmured into your ear as blood spilled out of your lips.

Non-reader POV

“She’s killing herself!” Bucky yelled, jumping from the couch

“Bucky no!” Wanda cried, holding him in place with her red mist. “You can’t go in there you know that.”

“Do you expect me to sit out here while she’s dying?” He questioned incredulously.

“Yes.” Wanda told him, letting him go so Steve could make him sit back down. “This is terrible I know, but you can’t help her. If any of you go in there and she snaps out of this, she could have a heart attack. Or seriously hurt herself.”

“Where was this information two hours ago?” Natasha snapped.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Wanda said. “You have to wait for this to be fully out of her system and then you need to give her time to adjust to this. Or she’ll think she’s still trapped in a nightmare and have a heart attack.”

“This is fucking bullshit.” Natasha growled as Steve took her hand and squeezed it tightly.

“I know this isn’t an ideal situation, but we have to listen to Wanda. We have to trust she knows best here.” Steve said. “And look.” He added, pointing to the screen. “She’s healing.”

“Yeah but for how long?” Bucky asked, cracking his knuckles in worry.

It had been twelve hours. Twelve long hours of listening to Y/N’s screams, cries and pleas for this all to end. Wanda had fallen asleep around hour nine but none of the other three could find the will to tear their eyes away from the screen.

Reader POV

You hadn’t seen Natasha, Steve or Bucky for nearly two hours. Part of you believed maybe the last time they attacked each other had actually been the last time. 

You refused to let your guard down. Refused to lift your head from in between your knees, in fear of seeing them in front of you or because you were scared to see their corpses.

You heard the door click open and you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. They were back.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?”

A whimper escaped your throat at the pet name. 

“Go away.” You murmured, tears stinging at your eyes. 

“Y/N, can you open your eyes for us?” Natasha asked, a humourless laugh escaping your lips.

“I’m not falling for that again.” You said, letting out a shaky breath. “Go away.”

“Whatever you’ve been seeing, Y/N, it wasn’t real. None of it was real.” Bucky said. You could hear the three of them coming closer but you still refused to look up.

“What? It was all a dream? Is that the new line?” You asked, licking your lips and cringing at the taste of drying blood.

“It wasn’t a dream, Y/N. But t wasn’t real.” Steve told you. “It was a fear toxin HYDRA created. It makes you see what you fear.”

“So you’re telling me I imagined it all? Did I imagine it when you and Natasha forced me to stab myself?” You questioned the man.

“Please Y/N, just look at us. Whatever you’ve been experiencing for the last twelve hours it wasn’t us.” Natasha said, her voice thick. Was she crying?

“I can’t.” You whimpered, burying your head further into your knees. “I can’t.”

“Y/N, dorogoy, look at me.” Natasha said as you felt hands grip your shoulders. You flinched at the feeling and your head shot up at the touch. Natasha was sat in front of you with a sad look on her face with the boys standing behind her.

All three of them were clean. No blood, no wounds, nothing. But it wasn’t the sight of their bloodless bodies that made you realise the truth behind their words, it was the warmth in Natasha’s hands. 

Warmth. Honest to Thor warmth. 

“You’re real.” You murmured, pulling Natasha’s hand onto your face. 

“That’s what we’ve been telling you.” Natasha said with a small smile as you leaned into her hand.

Your exhausted body began to shake as several sobs forced their way up through your throat.

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.” Natasha cooed, pulling you into her arms as Steve and Bucky moved closer and wrapped their arms around the two of you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You sobbed, clinging onto to whatever part of the three of them you could. The warmth making your cold, aching, body shiver and shake.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Steve cooed, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re safe with us.” Bucky promised, tightening his arms around you. It was in the warmth of their arms, in that moment, that you believed them. The last twelve hours meant nothing in that moment as you leaned into their embrace.

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[sorashiro001]

BlueShift's Stream from Other Side of The Screen

POV you are a bored Twitch streamer and decided to scroll through your recommendation stream page on Twitch. 

A Freemanverse Casual-Competitive Gaming AU Oneshot.

You are bored. Not much of your favourite streamers were going live in Twitch and you need your daily entertainment. Sleeping is futile, so you decided to check on your recommendation list. One of the recommended streams caught your eyes immediately with their title.

  Day 1 of attempting to stream peacefully (VetExpert asleep, STFU)

BlueShift (5k viewers)

You remembered BlueShift, he was one of the top 20 AWPer in CSGO and one of the top pro players in NA Region. He then retired from the game to become a streamer after getting benched and replaced by his old teammate but quickly getting another attention when he showed up again in the pro-league scene, this time in R6S. Many of his fans weren't happy with his decision to ditch his old stage, but it was a refreshing starting point for some of his older fans.

Another name in the title also one of the reasons the stream caught your eyes.

VetExpert? That name echoed through your memories, reopening some of them. You remembered how enthusiastic your gaming friends were when you asked them about that name. Apparently, the username belongs to a prodigy at FPS games, from the first Counter-Strike and Call of Duty franchise to their latest ones, pulling out one-tap shots and out-of-box strats. The man also rumoured to be a genius in his academic days, getting his PhD at a very young age in MIT, yet you're confused why he threw his potential away and turned into a pro player instead.

You quickly shook those thoughts out and clicked on the stream, oblivious to the chaos awaiting behind the screen.

"Dagnabit, their Ash is blind as hell."  The familiar southern accented voice filled your ears as you watched the man, currently playing as Smoke, throwing his gas canisters to Bank Garage in Basement and watched as the yellow toxic gas filling up the area widely. Seconds later, Blue got three confirmed kills with his gas. "Poor whoever those two followin' that dumbass."

You could hear a crackling noise from the game's voice chat, this time it's from his squadmate; Hawkeye01.BMesa.  "TOUCH THE FINAL TWO AND YOU ALL DEAD TO ME!!!"

 Damn, he's one loudmouth fella-

And just like that, 4th round finally ended with the final two headshot kills and the game ended in Blue's team victory. You caught a glimpse of the last killcam and stared in awe as Hawk obliterated those last two attackers with Vigil's double-barrel BOSG shotgun in just two headshots. The voice chat erupted in cheers of disbelief or simply laughed along, while Blue chuckled in amusement and Hawk grunted in satisfaction. In the end, Hawk's Vigil stood up in the middle of his team victory screen as the MVP. Blue flashed the scoreboard, and you felt your jaw dropped.

Hawkeye01.BMesa got 17 kills and 0 death, followed by BlueShift.BMesa 3 kills and a single death.

This man got at least 2 aces in the match.

Holy shit, what kind of monster is Hawk-

Even before you finished your thought, a medium brunette-haired man barged into Blue's room and quickly threw himself into the streamer, knocking him out from the chair and let out a pained groan. The screen then shifted from the game's home screen to a full view of his room. The room's size isn't too big nor small, a Black Mesa esports jersey is hanged on the wall right behind him along with posters of his old CSGO team members and a single bed with a blue-orange sheet cover. On top of it, however, you could see another brunette, this time with short messy hair, was sleeping peacefully while wrapping his body in a puffy orange lambda-symbol blanket despite the chaos happening in there. A pair of black square-framed glasses sat on the nightstand beside the bed. You guessed he's VetExpert from the stream title alone.

"Ross, I'm still streamin' here-"  His panicky voice was interrupted by the brunette man's oddly-familiar hysterical laughter. The brunette man stood up tall and fixed his glasses' position, looming over the southern streamer while smirking, full of his ego.

"Who cares?! I beat your highest kills!!!" The man cackled out loud, his rattail-tied brunette hair swayed as he grabbed a beanbag chair and threw it on him.   "You fuckers finally witness my fucking pure fragging skills, unlike those cowards at last time major."

What does this man mean by- oh.

 He's talking about those 17 kills.

 He's that fucker Hawkeye01.

You quickly check the stream chat and witnessing a chaotic clash between two sides. There are the ones that spamming PogChamp and Popcorn emoji, and the others spamming random copypastas to "Ward off Ross' shitshow", while you and (maybe) a handful of people could only type "???" on it. There even Bits spams and multiple donation notifs with its TTS mostly consisting from "Ross get the fuck out, I'm playing Minecraft!" to "GORDOS YOUR BOYFRIEND GOT ATTACKED BY A FUCKING FIEND WAKE UP!"

 ...Wait, who's Gordos?

As if on cue, the short brunette haired man sat upright, rubbing his eyes while yawning widely, and effectively stop the current chaos somehow. Those two froze in their place, eyes staring at the short-haired brunette as he also staring back at them. The freshly-woke up Vet blinked twice before signing something, he points at them and formed his hand to make ASL fingerspelling of O and K with added confused expression. Both men went silent for a moment, then nodded in sync. It seemed to please the sleepy man because he went back to burying himself again inside his puffy blanket. The room went deadly silent, only sound of Blue's CPU fan could be heard.

You thought it was over, but you were wrong. Badly wrong.

From the background, you heard a loud fire alarm noise accompanied by panic screeching and angry screaming, sending both men scrambling out from the room. Between those muffled panic screams from outside the room, you saw another brunette, this time he's way bigger than other brunette men, busting down the door, grabbed Vet out from the bed with his blanket, then put him on his shoulder like a sack and ran out again. White-grayish smokes slowly seeping in through the door and filling the bedroom, successfully getting on your nerve. You quickly opened the chat again and found another two separate sides, this time in betting who's the one cooking and causing the fire (most of the name in the bets were either Dean and Antoine-whoever, you didn't know about them much) and some of them mentioned that they'd called the team's "Administrator" (or as the chat typed; @min. that's one strange username, you thought). As the smoke was getting thicker, you decided to spent your own Bits for the TTS to gain the chaotic chat's attention.

[privatepolar] is giving Bits x500: "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN PLEASE???"

The chat slowly sent fewer messages after that TTS message, saved for the bets and small amount of copypastas, but somehow it raised a red flag inside your brain.

What comes next almost short-circuited your brain cells.

[OwOGamer] is giving Bits x10: "Bet u r a newcomer to this stream. Don't worry dis 1 is milder."

WHAT DO THEY MEAN BY "MILDER"?! THIS ISN'T A SERIOUS THING FOR THEM???

[helpmeimdying] is giving Bits x50: "Yo should we tell them about how gordos obliterated ross with a crowbar?"

WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK?! ISN'T THAT SUPPOSED TO BE ILLEGAL??

[Ashe.R6] is giving Bits x100: "nah lets go with wayne chase tf out of dean for cussing in front of joshie (1/2)"

Oh, this one isn't sound too bad- wait why it's got split into two parts-

[Ashe.R6] is giving Bits x100: "then john tackled wayne to ground along w/ barney and antoine sandwiched them all (2/2)"

...You could feel your sanity slowly draining out the longer you listen to Bits TTS' robotic voice as if to mock you for being the only sane one here. You silently begging to whatever the ones that took your sanity away for a peaceful death.

The last thing you heard in the background was a sound of the fire department's siren as the stream came to a sudden stop.

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The next day, you subscribed to his Twitch channel.

Screw your sanity, you wanted to see more of the mayhem behind BlueShift's stream.

You lightly chuckled to yourself.

You've become the very thing you'd feared, and you don't regret it at all.

[justanotherlifeff]

Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes

Your POV

I was in the town near Trost district, drinking a cup of tea when I heard the cannon fire. The squad with Mikasa returned but I didnt see Mikasa, Armin and Eren around. I was getting a bit worried about it. Since I didn't have any gas in my 3DMG, I couldn't get on roofs to see what's going on like everyone else. I figured that I'll find out later about the cannon fire and the unusual amount of steam.

And I did find out the source of the steam. I was standing below the wall with other cadets from my class when Commander Pixis declared that Eren can shift into a titan. It was a ridiculous thing to say, but it explained the steam and the suicidal plan that commandet Pixis was talking about. The commander didn't have any reason to lie to be honest but Eren being able to become a titan? That just seemed impossible. There were a lot of soldiers protesting against this but Commander Pixis was able to shut them up with a motivational speech. After a while, I was called on the top of the wall, to join the elite squad that would protect Eren. Mikasa was there too. The plan was to run on the wall and get closer to the boulder that laid in the middle of the city and make Eren transform and take the boulder to plug the hole in the wall. "Oi Mikasa, what exactly can Eren do? I mean, what commander Pixis told us was too far fetched." I asked Mikasa as I was running beside her. The other squad members were having a conversation with Eren about how everyone is depending on him. "He can form a body of a titan on his own and control it. He saved me twice already." Mikasa answered. "You must be thrilled" I told her with a smirk. Mikasa had this crush on Eren for ages and anyone with eyes could see that. Everyone except Eren that is. "Shut up (Y/N)" Mikasa mumbled with a small blush.

When we reached the closest route to the boulder, we switched to 3DMG. While the squad and myself landed on a roof of a building, Eren bit his hand and suddenly, there was a huge thunder bolt and this huge 15 meter class titan that appeared out of nowhere and looked disturbingly like Eren. To our surprise, that titan threw a punch at Mikasa. Mikasa flew on top of the titan's face trying to talk sense into it. "Mikasa! Get off him! He's not in control!" I shouted at her just before the titan threw a blow at Mikasa, that Mikasa barely dodged, thus knocking itself out. Rico from our squad fired a smoke signal for the failed plan. After a small argument with Mikasa throwing dirty looks at everyone who tried to abandon Eren and thus that titan, squad Leader Ian decided that Mikasa and I would be standing guard to protect Eren while the others will be keeping the titans approaching us at bay. "This is a mess. You said he can control this." I muttered to Mikasa. "Trust me, he did control it. It's probably because he is tired..." Mikasa sighed, looking at the unconscious titan. "How exactly did Eren get out of this thing?" I asked Mikasa with curiosity. "He got out of the nape." Mikasa shortly answered, her worried eyes still on Eren.

Wasn't it possible to cut him out of the nape? Just as the thought came to my mind, I saw a titan coming towards us, ignoring the squad. Were they attracted to Eren? "Mikasa, get that titan. I'll be near Eren." I told her as she ran off to kill the titan. Just as Mikasa slit the nape of that titan, I saw Armin flying towards us. "(Y/N)! What happened to the plan? What's wrong with Eren?" he asked. "The plan failed. Eren can't control this thing. We need to get him out of here as soon as possible. You were there when Eren got out of the titan. Is it possible to cut him out of the nape?" I asked Armin firmly. "I don't know about that but I can try to get him into control!" Armin shouted as he got on Eren's back. "Armin! It's dangerous!Get away from there!" Mikasa shouted at Armin as she got closer to us. "I tried talking to it, but got no reaction. It doesn't matter who does! It's pointless!" Mikasa continued. "Maybe it's because Eren can't listen to us! Cutting him out will be too risky but if I stab him at the right place and create an opening for him to listen through..." Armin shouted at us. "Strike from the back of the head to the nape of the neck... One meter length wise, ten centimetres across" Armin made a calculation in his head before shouting out, "(Y/N)! Mikasa! Protect this area from titans I'll get Eren out of here!" as he used his 3DMG to hook himself to Eren's titan. I understood his plan and didn't question him and thus, followed his instructions and flew over to the squad who were fighting the hoard of about 15 titans coming towards Eren. Mikasa wasn't following me yet.

The squad was getting pummelled just before I reached, saving a squad member who got caught by a titan. My blades were wearing off quickly as I didn't get a change of blades after the evacuation. Apparantly there was a shortage of blades as all soldiers were fighting, most of them acting as baits to keep the titans near the wall. They were given blades too for self defence incase a titan caught them. I took down 6 more titans with the assistance of the squad and thus, I was left with my last set of good blades. My gas tank was less than half filled and just before I decided to retreat, I heard a huge roar. I looked back and saw Eren's titan stand and carry the boulder. However, 5 titans were already coming from the gap in the wall. This looked bad, given that I had only one set of blades, not enough gas and there weren't any buildings to use 3DMG efficiently near the wall. However, that didn't stop me from flying towards Mikasa and Armin, who were near Eren. "The weakling really did it" I thought because I didn't expect Armin to make any contribution, given that he always had to rely on his friends. I respected his knowledge but I didn't like how he never had any confidence in himself.

I tried to use as less gas as possible to get near them, running on buildings most of the time. Squad leader Ian followed me and ordered Mikasa, myself and Armin to protect Eren at all costs. Without any doubt, Mikasa and I were the most skilled people in this squad. Mikasa was gifted with talent while I trained for much longer than they did and with the commander of the survey corps, who knew exactly how hard the training should get. The Garrison soldiers simply lacked the talent and training as they weren't expected to fight titans. They were much better at using cannons though. As we ran out of buildings, we started running infront of Eren. Mitabi squad was trying to distract the titans and our squad soon followed. Still, two of the titans avoided them and walked towards us. "Mikasa! Armin! I'll take care of them! Don't leave Eren's side!" I shouted at them before running towards the titans. I had absolutely no experience in fighting titans without using any buildings to use 3DMG but I knew that I had to give my absolute best. I ran around the two 13 meter classes and shot the hook of my 3DMG at one of their legs and then to its right arms to fly up and kill the second titan. However, I suddenly found myself in the bone crushing grasp of the first titan. These all seemed too familiar, the tight grab, the blood, the smug smiles... I used one blade to cut through it's hand thus breaking the blade and shot the hook of my 3DMG at the eye of that titan. Again... So familiar... The pressure of the 3DMG shot me up in the air as I shot the hook at its nape and using the last blade to cut it's nape, thus spending all my blades.

I ran towards Mikasa and Armin, who were very close to the wall, avoiding every other titan who were eating our comrades. Is that how it looked like when my parents were killed? My mind started making up painful images of them being devoured but I shook them off my mind. It wasn't the time to think. Just as I reached them, Armin shouted out "GO EREN!" and Eren plugged the hole. It was over. We just retook Trost district. Rico shot a smoke signal for the mission being successful. Armin immediately went on top of Eren's titan to get him out. Reinforcements would be sent soon but there wasn't much time as two titans were already approaching us and I was useless for now. Mikasa and Rico went up to aid Armin and I followed them to see Eren's hand turned into flesh and stuck to the titan. "We'll have to cut him out." Rico stated before cutting off the flesh, not listening to Mikasa's protests. Armin fell down the impact and I noticed that the titans were already upon us. Mikasa still had good blades but she wasn't fast enough... I had to make a gamble as Uncle Erwin always put it. I flew up and hooked my 3DMG to one of the titan's forehead and tried to make a clean cut on the nape but my blade broke midway and I almost fell but managed to use my 3DMG to land safely beside Armin. Suddenly, I saw what seemed like a blur moving in circular motions and the two titans fell flat infront of us. That for sure wasn't Mikasa. Mikasa landed beside me just a moment later and I saw this figure with the wings of freedom on his back standing on top of one of the titan's head. "Oi, brats. What's the situation here?" he said as he turned towards us and I saw Levi for the first time after 8 years.

A few days later

I was sitting at the mess hall with Mikasa and Armin. They had imprisoned Eren after the retake of Trost. Apparantly the military police were behind it. I personally never liked them as they were against me during my trial and now, they were working against one of the few friends I had. "Armin Arlet! Mikasa Ackerman! (Y/N) (L/N)!" a military police soldier called us. "Hai!" the three of us shouted, standing up. "You all are called at the trial as witnesses." he told us asking us to follow him. We were told that Eren's trial will take place right now and Armin predicted that they probably would decide whether Eren should live or die. I knew he was right because I personally saw how unpredictable Eren's powers are. However, that might be the only chance humanity has against titans. We followed the military police soldier to the enormous courtroom and waited in our designated places. I noticed that Levi was there beside uncle Erwin. Both uncle Erwin and commander Nile Dok of the military police stated their intentions with Eren. The judge, supreme commander Darius Zackly then asked Eren if he could continue to contribute to mankind. Eren, ofcourse said that he can but that's where things went south.

"Is that so? This is from the report on the recovery mission. Right after becoming a titan, you swung your fist three times at Mikasa Ackerman" the supreme commander read from a paper. Mikasa threw a dirty look at Rico who said, "What was I supposed to do? Lie in the report? Covering the truth won't do humanity any good" Rico answered. The Supreme commander then called Mikasa and asked for verification. Even if she hesitated, Rico encouraged her to tell the truth and thus Mikasa told the truth. "But, two times before that, Eren saved my life in his titan form..." Mikasa started mentioning the times Eren saved her. "I wonder, everything that you just said is in the report, but wishful thinking has severely clouded your views reducing their objective value in my judgement. I know why you are taking Eren's side. While investigating Eren's background, I came across a record of an incident from 6 years ago. Astonishingly, when these two were 9 year old, they stabbed three adult robbers to death. After interviewing a few cadets from the 104 trainee corps, I also came to know that Eren finds himself around some very questionable people, one of them being (Y/N) (L/N), who seems to be around Eren Jaegar and Mikasa Ackerman a lot. (Y/N) (L/N) also has a criminal record against her, as she stabbed a Garrison soldier to death at the age of 7, much younger than the incident with Eren Jaegar and Mikasa Ackerman. Their actions are understandable, it was legitimate self defence..." the commander of the military police brigade continued but I stopped listening.

When he finished, people in the court started calling Mikasa and myself titan shifters too. "Commander Nile?" I found my voice calling out to him, acting on its own. Everyone was silenced by the murderous glint in my eyes. "Do you have a daughter?" my voice kept betraying me. I shouldn't be talking. "Yes. What's your point?" he asked. "Then why don't you..." I trailed off as I found Armin's hand on my shoulder, his eyes begging me to stop. "I'm sorry for interrupting." I controlled my urge to speak up. The murmurs of accusations increased after my stupid stunt and that's when Eren lost control and started shouting about how retarded everyone in the court was to think that we were bad people. Armin looked more uncomfortable than ever as both of us knew that Eren and I messed up badly. Just then, I saw Levi get up from his seat and go towards Eren only to land a kick on him. Mikasa got furious at the scene and tried to go save Eren but Armin stopped her. I knew why Armin stopped her because all Levi had to do now was to show the court that he can control Eren. "This is just my opinion, but I've found pain the most effective punishment. The lesson you need to learn right now can't be taught with words, only with action. And you're kneeling which makes you easy to kick." He said in a monotoned voice.

This went on for a while till he showed clearly that he can control Eren. "Someone as skilled as the captain would be able to deal with Eren even in the worst case scenerio." Uncle Erwin explained to the supreme commander. "I see. Can you do it, Levi?" the supreme commander asked Levi. "If you mean killing him, it's no problem. Rather, the problem is, there's no half matters." Levi answered before looking directly at me. "And about that brat, I was planning to take her in my squad anyway since she had good feedback from Shadis, but, if she gets that big mouth of hers open again, I won't hesitate to send her with Jaegar.". Seems like he doesn't remember me. I didn't expect him to because he didn't even know my name back then. He only saw me occasionally at Uncle Erwin's office, reading books on a chair. I didn't question his authority though, as I did mess up.

A few more days later

We joined the Survey corps. Eren was already there and Mikasa couldn't wait to see him. That girl definitely likes Eren no matter how much she denies it and no one is convincing me otherwise. We were choosing our horses when I was called to Uncle Erwin's office. As I entered the office, he said "So, I see you have joined the Survey Corps. Your parents would've been proud of you". " I know Commander Erwin. Your training helped me a lot during the combat stimulated graduation test." I replied. "(Y/N), you don't have to call me command. Just uncle Erwin would do. Isn't that what you used to call me before?" Uncle Erwin chuckled. "Well, I just thought it would be more professional if I called you Commander Erwin. But I'll call you uncle Erwin if you want me to." I replied.

"Well now, I've heard you're almost as good as Captain Levi. Instructor Shadis told me that you were a prodigious student and I mentioned it to Levi. I knew you wouldn't want my influence to move up the rank, so I didn't mention him that I trained you yet. He made the decision from the reports on retaking Trost. Apparently you already have a solo kill of 13 and assists of 9?" Uncle Erwin asked, impressed. "Yes. That's right." I answered with a blank expression. "(Y/N), you need to appreciate your efforts for humanity at times... By the way, wasn't Eren Jaegar on the 104 training Corps with you?" Uncle Erwin asked. "Yes he was. He's one of my friends too." I replied. "Okay then, you may go now. Don't let your emotions stop Levi from killing Eren if things come to that" said Uncle Erwin with concern on his face. This man was like a second family to me as I spent hours training with him every day. He made me as strong as I am now. "You know me, uncle Erwin. Emotions never mattered to me" I replied with a smile and left the office. I went back to the stable and I was given a black horse which apparantly was one of the fastest ones in the stable. Like my old horse at the trainee corps, this was the only one who accepted my bribes of apples. I didn't name the horse because I didn't plan to get attached to it. It, after all, would die in one of the expeditions right?

"Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" someone asked from behind me. I turned around and saw a girl with short brown hair on a horse. "Yes. Why?" I replied with my usual bored face. "I'm Petra Ral from the special operations squad. I'm here to take you to the castle where we are staying now" she told me with a smile. "Okay" I replied and got on the horse. "You don't talk much do you? Anyway, you can buy stuff from the market nearby as there is no market near the castle. I'll come with you and leave for the castle when you're done. " Sure" I replied, even if she accused me of not making much conversation already. I just didn't want to make conversations. I went to the market with Petra, bought loads of female toiletries and a lot of books. "You read a lot don't you?" Petra asked with astonishment on her face. "Yeah, I feel like reading is more productive than talking to people because you can learn things from books and you can enjoy them at the same time" I said shutting Petra up. It might seem a bit mean but I wasn't liking the fact that she was poking her nose in everything I did already. I didn’t like overly friendly people anyway.

When we reached the castle, I found Eren cleaning the stable. "Hey Eren, how's your teeth?" was the first thing I asked him. "My teeth grew back but I'm having a backache because of that clean freak" Eren muttered with annoyance. "Who are you calling a clean freak brat? You're gonna clean the basement for this." said captain Levi coming from the woods nearby on his horse. I went down from my horse and saluted him while he was getting down. "So you're the new girl. They say you're as good as I am. I want to see if you can keep up with the expectations. Spar with me in 30 minutes. Get cleaned by then cause you smell like horse shit." he told me with a stoic expression and went inside the castle. He managed to piss me off but I remained calm. "You are so screwed" said Petra with concern on her face. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked, with my usual straight face but the anger clear in my eyes. What kind of person just randomly says that you smell like horse shit? "Its on the second floor with our room. It's the room to the right. We are room mates!" she said trying to look excited but failing because I clearly intimidated her.

I went to the bathroom taking a shower and replaying all the fighting techniques I learnt from Uncle Erwin during our training sessions. I was a quick learner according to him. When I was done, I dressed in the usual Survey corp uniform and went towards the courtyard exactly 30 minutes later to find Levi on the way. "I see you're very punctual. Atleast I found one good thing in you so far. Let's see how good you are." Levi said with his usual serious face. This was gonna be fun.

To be continued

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[kpop-imagines-247]

NCT 127 Part 2 (Reaction to you being in a rival gang)

A/n: I am very sorry that I am behind schedule, as mentioned before I am going through a break up and the reality of it  is catching up to me. I lost my passion for everything for a while, I honestly was just existing. I am doing better now and this fic was kinda self indulgent because I added my spitfire personality to y/n character. If you could not pick up on it before each member is in a different story line but are still connected in a way as some of the events happen at different times. Without further explanation I present Taeil!~Zero

Part 1

Date Posted: May 25, 2020

word count:1289

Pairing: Taeil x fem reader

Warnings: Mafia au!, Violence, possible cursing, mentions of death

Please read responsibly! 

Y/n POV:

I soon see Neo Culture’s  van that was parked around the coroner. Taeil pushes me into the back and gets in behind me. “Winwin you drive.” He says and passes him the keys then shuts the door.

“We need to talk Y/n.”  Taeil says while sitting next to me and lifting my chin to make eye contact.

“How did you get involved with this?” He asks with his brows furrowed.

“My shit head of an older brother led them right to our door.”  I say with an angry sigh.  “And it was either to marry Jiwon’s son or make poison gas. I chose the better option.” 

“They were going to have you MARRY JIWON’S SON!!” Taeil exclaims angrily.

“THIS, is why I wasn’t going to tell you, I knew how you would react.” I say, trying to stay calm and pointing my finger.

“Have you been unfaithful to me Y/n.” He asks, glaring at me.

“NO! Taeil, do hear yourself right now! I would never in a million years do that to you. I am so enraged that the thought even crossed your mind.” I exclaim while using my hands to prove my point.

“Well-” He starts but I interrupt him

“No Taeil, I am not done talking yet. I told you everything because there are no secrets in our relationship! The only reason I could not tell you about my occupation was because they told me they would have my younger brother killed. TAEIL THEY HAVE GOTTEN TO MY FAMILY ONCE BEFORE, THEY ARE NOT BLUFFING WHEN THEY SAY THEY WOULD KILL MY LITTLE BROTHER!!! I did it to protect him. He deserves to live a life full of freedom and peace, not what we live with.” I finish talking with tears gliding down my face.

“Baby, I am so sorry, I didn’t know.”  He says while wiping my tears.

“I know and I am sorry for yelling at you. I- I love you Taeil more than you will ever know.” I say and look into his eyes.

He freezes at first because of shock “I love you too Baby.” He then says and places his forehead on mine. 

We both feel the van park and we hear the doors start to open. “Let’s go talk to your boss baby.” I say then stand up and jump out of the van.

As we walk down NCT’s corridor I feel a bunch of eyes staring at me. I slightly glance at Taeil nervously, “Are they always this nosy?” 

He grabs my hand and glares at the boys as we pass, “Don’t you all have things to be doing!” 

We finally reach the boss's door,  he lets go of my hand and grabs my upper arm with an apologetic look, while gently pushing me in front of him. He then opens the door and pushes me forward into the office. “Boss I have someone who could be a great addition to our team, we will have to pay for her though.”

“You’re telling me that you kidnapped a random member of Sechskies.” Taeyong pinches the bridge of his nose “Taeil,  your orders were to destroy intel not kidnap a girl, putting a target on our backs!”

“In all fairness boss, we didn’t kidnap her, she came willingly.” Taeil says while sitting down and pulling me into his lap. 

“Taeil any person will come willingly if you have a gun to their he-” Taeyong pauses when he turns around to see me on Taeil’s lap

“Boss, meet my girlfriend Y/N, who is a poison specialist for Sechskies.” Taeil introduces me as I give a small wave.

Taeyong comes and sits across from us at his desk and looks at me with curiosity “Hi I am Y/n and I am really good at making poisons.” I say and extend my hand for him to shake.

He grabbed me hand and gently shook it “Nice to meet you Y/N, I am Taeyong and I am good at killing people who do me wrong.” 

“Now I will get in contact with Sechskies and see if there is some agreement we can come to about you.” Taeyong looks at Taeil “Taeil take her back to your home, don’t let her out of your sight until this is all cleared up.”

“Yes sir, of course.” 

“You both are dismissed.” He says then takes a sip of his scotch.

The car ride home is quiet until we reach my house. Confused, I look around, “Taeil why are we at my house.” 

“Only grab the necessities, any important things that you can not replace or live without. I will go with you to help we have to hurry though. Sechskies will be here soon.” He says then gets out of the car and runs to my side to open my door. 

I run up to my apartment and unlock the door in a rush. Once inside I run to my closet and grab my emergency bag that has half of my clothes in it. I then pull the box from under my bed and throw the whole thing into my bag. I ran back to my living room and grabbed a picture of my mom, my little brother and one family photo. While I was picking up some other stuff Taeil was packing up all my toiletries from my bathroom.

“Alright Y/N we have to go now, I will buy you a new one but leave your phone here.” 

I nodded as I took the SD card out of my phone so I will at least have the pictures of Taeil and I. I then shash my phone against the wall and throw it on the ground. “Let’s go, I got everything of importance.”

“Alright let’s go.” He says while carrying my bags down to the car. I lock the door and then run to the car. 

Once I am in the car, Taeil starts it and pulls out of my apartment complex and starts towards his house. Looking out of the side mirror I notice that the same car has been behind us since we passed a gas station. I looked straight ahead and as normal as I could I told Taeil. “Tae, babe we are being followed.” 

“I know honey, they are just some of my men, scouting out the area.” He says while looking into

the rear view mirror.

Shortly after that we arrived at Taeil’s small two bedroom house. He parks the car into the garage, gets out of his side and runs over to my side to open the door, like he always does. When I get out of the car before he can turn away I place my hands on the back of his neck making him look down at me. With a smile I pull him in for a short kiss. His soft lips mold to mine slowly working in time. He then pushes me against the closed car door when we hear a whistle.

“Damn Taeil! Get it man!” a man I never seen before exclaims. I shyly pull away from Taeil.

“Jaehyun, this is my girlfriend Y/n. Y/n this is Jaehyun he is the Sweetheart scam.” he says while putting an arm around my waist.

“Hey baby, if you ever get tired of Taeil just give me a call. I can show you a good time.” Jaehyun says while leaning against the wall.

“Sorry Jaehyun, you are not my type!” I exclaim and side look at Taeil.

“What do you mean I am everyone's’ type.” He says in matter of fact tone.

“Hmm not mine, my type, Taeil and only Taeil, he doesn’t flirt with everyone for intel.” I reply as we walk past a shocked Jaehyun.

[loki-lover84]

Could be worse part I

A/n: This is a Endverse Dean x Reader fanfiction this is my first Dean Winchester fanfiction so I hope it doesn’t turn out terrible for all of our sakes. Also I apologise in advance if I get any of the dates/ timings wrong I’m mainly just writing this for fun and because I don’t believe enough Endverse Dean fanfictions exist. Also sorry I’m British so some things may be spelt differently and some terminologies may be off.

Summary

Y/n and her daughter Y/d/n have been surviving through thick and thin for just over a year now. Y/n is now 22 and her daughter is 3 years old, they encounter a man in a desolate gas station one day when searching for supplies and that’s where the story starts.

Background Info

Y/n became a mother after a one night stand in 2010 she’d just turned 18 years old, shortly after she discovered that she was pregnant and was unable to contact her baby’s father. A couple of years later the world went to shit and she had to learn how to take care of herself and her daughter in an apocalyptic world. She’d been in a group towards the start of the outbreak but had to leave them for the well fair of herself and her daughter.

Y/n’s pov

We were running low on resources especially food I’d provided Y/d/n with the last of our rations. It’s been over a day since I’d had any form of nutrients I was growing weak and tired but I’m never going to give up not when she depends on me.

“Mummy look!” Y/d/n cheered as she pulled on my hand and pointed.

I looked up from her to see a rundown desolate gas station. I surveyed our location to see if someone else had already laid claims to it after seeing nothing that would indicate such a thing I decided it was worth a shot. 

“Come on sweetheart.” I smiled picking her up and running into the building through one of its shattered glass doors.

Everything was a mess shelves were toppled over various items were scattered on the floor, it was obvious this place had already been ransacked multiple times before I just hoped there was some items they’d missed. I walked towards the back of the store scanning the aisles for any indication of movement. Thankfully the place seemed safe and I let out a sigh of relief before placing Y/d/n on the floor.

“Stay close to mummy okay?”

My daughter smiled and firmly nodded her head at me as she waddled around taking in the new scenery. Her innocence always brought a smile to my face she deserves so much more than this world could ever offer her she is my everything. I removed my empty rucksack and started filling it up with some non-perishables that I’d encountered and some miraculously still in date medicine.

“Boop... boop... mummy look at this!” Y/d/n giggled causing me to look up at her she’d waddled up the aisle and was now in sight of the window. There was a glowing red dot on her chest, my eyes widened before I leapt forward wrapping my arms around her a throwing the pair of us back towards the gas stations rear.

The sound of vehicles pulling up outside caused extreme internal panic but I couldn’t show it, Y/d/n was already beginning to well up over my previous erratic behaviour.

“Shh sweetie we’re going to be fine I promise.” I reassured her as I moved to grab my rucksack from behind the shelving unit we were hiding behind.

“Stay here, keep an eye out for any Croats!” A masculine voice ordered before entering the gas station.

“Who are you?” I called out to the stranger.

“Just a man looking for some supplies, I’ve got a community to feed.” He answered.

“Yeah well one of your party nearly killed a member of mine!” I snapped as I held onto Y/d/n tighter in a protective manner.

“Okay, our bad we thought you might’ve been Croats. I suggest we go halves for the items, You’ve got a group I’ve got a group that’s fair right?” The man suggested as he took a step froward.

“Stay where you are!” I growled. “Just let me pack up my rucksack we’ll leave you’ll never encounter us again I can assure you we’ll be out of your hair forever!” I vowed to the man.

Y/d/n wailed slightly scared and intimidated by our interaction. I bounced her lightly whilst humming to her.

“Son of a bitch, did you seriously bring a child with you on a scavenging mission?” He seethed.

Those words struck me deeply it made me feel like I was terrible mum and tears tried to brew in my eyes.

“I had no other choice okay? My group is smaller than yours there was no one I could leave her with!” I hissed.

“What about her father?” The man said in a calmer tone as he slowly began to approach once more.

“Her father was never in the picture, he was a one night thing back when the world wasn’t like this. I don’t know why I am telling you any of this, just stay the hell back! There is no reason to get familiar with one another, we’ll leave through the back and be gone permanently.”

“Okay, fine. Good luck out there then.”

“Yeah, you too I hope your community prospers.” I said as I reached for my bag and fled without so much as a glance over my shoulder and left with Y/d/n in my arms.

So please let me know what you think it’s always nice to get any form of feedback.

[jeromesxreader16]

Such A Joker (38)

Part 37

Jim POV: "Hello, Jimbo." Dwight giggles over the phone line. "Shut up, Dwight. We have the building surrounded. There's no way out. Let the hostages go. Let my daughter go. I know you took her from the GCPD when your freaks broke in." I speak harshly into the phone.

"You're outside? You are, aren't you? Goody!" He laughs imitating Jerome. "The cult will never follow you, Dwight... (y/n) will never follow you."

"I haven't touched a hair on your pretty girlfriend's head." "You're just repeating what Jerome said to me last year." "I am Jerome!" Dwight screams in on the phone.

"No, no. You're the understudy pretending to be the star. You're a fraud." "No, I am Jerome! I am Jerome. And soon Gotham will know it. So will your little daughter. She'll see the truth!

"Well, for the record. You're doing one thing Jerome never did. Boring me."

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"You look cute in that hat." I giggle following Jerome into a police car. Jerome smirks at me. "It's good to know I'm handsome without my face!"

He slams on the gas hitting a fellow cop. "Jerome!" I giggle throwing my head backward. "Sorry! Didn't see you there!"

He places his hand on my leg grinning at me. "How have you been, (y/n)?" I place my hand over his humming. "Feeling cornered. Alone." I rise to kiss his gauzed cheek. "I've missed you, J."

He hums nodding. "I missed you too, darling. You know we have to get my face back fast. I can't kiss you like this." "How do you plan on getting it back on? You've got a lot of time to make up for mister." Jerome shrugs laughing. "Burning one bridge at a time."

I giggle as we speed down the streets of Gotham. "Come on, Puddin. You can drive faster than this!" I cheer bouncing in my seat. "Oh, baby I've missed you!" Jerome howls speeding the vehicle and racing towards Dwight's location.

Jerome parks the car and props his feet up watching the locals with narrow eyes. "How am I going to do this? It's that chump isn't it?" Jerome points to the imposter wearing his face. "Well obviously." I lean my head on his shoulder smirking. "I have an idea." "Oh yeah? What's that?" I slide out of the car leaning down. "Just leave that to me, J."

I slam the car swaying my hips as I walk over to the cult members. "Ms. Gordon! We thought you left us." I smile shaking my head. "Sorry guys. I needed to find an escape plan for Jerome. Let's get him in the car." They nod escorting Dwight over to me.

"Ah, dollface! I knew you'd come back for me!" I nod grabbing his hand. "Sure, Dwight, but right now we need to go." I push him forward into the police car and taking Jerome's face back placing it in a bag. "Ew." I groan sitting in the front.

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Dwight this is Jerome. My boyfriend." Jerome places his hand over his head wiping a fake tear. "Aw doll, you always butter me up. Nice to meet ya, Dwight! We do have somethings to talk about, like tossing my queen around." Dwight stumbles over his words sweating. "I-I never meant to disrespect her she didn't-" "She didn't do anything! What was that?" Jerome picks up his bagged face and holds it to his ear.

"This guy's hilarious!" Jerome laughs driving faster to our destination across the city.

Jerome opens the Wearhouse and ushers us in searching for something to place his face on. "Jerome, I think you need it stitched back on. This isn't the best way." I say watching as Jerome loads staples into a staple gun. He huffs shaking his redhead and walking up to me. "Oh, hush honey. I need you to hold my face still!"

Jerome unwraps the gauze and stands in front of me with his bare flesh. "This wouldn't be necessary if jackass over there didn't feel the need to have a makeover." Jerome cackles pushing the trigger and stabbing the first stable into his face. He choaks out a gasp gripping onto my arm.

I wince biting my lip. "Painful?" Jerome groans and starts to laugh darkly. "No more than I've caused you, dollface." He swings his hand around smacking my bottom and laughing.

We continue stapling his face on with Dwight just watching in silence. "This is the last one," I say pushing the gun and sending a staple into his skin. He groans out again grabbing my sides.

He raises his face meeting my own. Jerome moves his lips together, gaining the feeling of having a face again. He smacks his lips laughing loudly. "Well, this will be new."

Jerome brings me to him dipping me at his side and slamming his lips upon my own. I wrap my arms around his neck batteling him for passion and lust. I pull the hairs at the nape of his neck moaning into his mouth.

Jerome pushes my hips against a rusted barrel growling. "Too long, darling." He runs his lips down my neck making throw my head back. I look over and see Dwight shuffling nervously.

I laugh pushing Jerome away from me. "I think someone doesn't like the show." Jerome's head pops up from the crook in my neck giggling. "Ah, I'm sorry, Buddy. It's just been so long. I'm sure you understand right?"

Jerome kisses my cheek and walks over presenting his face to Dwight. "So how's it look?" Dwight nods his head quickly. "It's good. It looks good."

I sit in a chair spinning around the room giggling. This feels like a dream.

"You wouldn't lie to me, right, Dwight?" "No. It looks good. It's good. Say you're not mad, are you?" Dwight asks with hope thick in his words. "Mad? What could I possibly be mad about? Huh?"

"You know, the whole cutting off your face." Jerome scoffs grabbing Dwight's face. "Oh, buddy you brought me back from the dead. You got me my doll. What's a cutoff face between friends?"

"Well, I'm not happy about it." Dwight looks at me scared, but Jerome pats his shoulder. "Don't worry about her. She won't bite." I cock my eyebrow smirking. "Unless I'm told."

Jerome winks at me howling in laughter. "Let's get this show on the road!" Jerome says setting up his camera stand and focusing it. "Do me a favor and tie Dwight up, baby. Oh, and... make sure it's tight." He mumbles kissing my head. "Of course, Jerome."

"Come on, Dwight. I've got a job for you." He follows me to sit in the metal chair. "What is it?" "The easiest job in the house. All you've got to do is sit and smile." "O-okay." "Perfect!" I swing the ropes around him tying him up tightly and unmoving.

I step back admiring my work. "Comfortable?" Dwight shakes his head. I glare smiling, "Good. Guess I did it right." I push the police cap on his head and sit behind the camera watching my crazed love prance around.

He places his face close to the lense. "Testing. Testing. Am I live? Am I on air? Can you hear me? Do you know how this works, doll?" I look over and shrug. "The red lights on."

"Ah, screw it. Let's do it. Hi. Some of you may know, I died. But take it from me, death is dull but coming back... that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you." Jerome backs away showing Dwight.

"Uh, Officer, you look terrible. My doll sure did a number on you, huh?" Jerome winks at me and moves to the front of the camera again.

"Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight, Gotham do what you want. Kill who you want. Hmm? And when morning comes you, too, shall be reborn." Jerome lights a firecracker and laughs. "Come on, love!" Jerome pulls me to the exit leaving Dwight a mumbling panicked mess.

"Oh, and, uh - Dwight. I don't forgive you for my face. My wedding photos will look like trash now!" I giggle kissing his cheek. Jerome and I run into the dark streets of Gotham and minutes later the whole city loses power due to the explosion.

Jerome dances with me in the city making me forget all my worries. I have him back now, and nothing will ever take him away.

"What do you have planned for tonight?" Jerome grabs my hand kissing each knuckle. "Recreating our first night together, love." I tilt my head following him into a big tent. "It's dark in here, Jerome."

He kisses my shoulder breathing in my ear. "Wait for it, (y/n)." On cue, hundreds of lights shine and playful music plays. He's put a whole circus inside this warehouse!

I cover my mouth stepping forward taking everything in. "Hello! Welcome to (y/n)'s circus! How many tickets?" Jerome asks from inside the ticket stand. I lean in narrowing my eyes. "You named this circus after me?" Jerome kisses me over the booth. "Named it after the thing I love most."

Jerome grabs my hand pulling me away. "Now come on! I've got a surprise!"

In a backroom behind the large red curtain, Jerome pulls out two boxes. "For you, and me." I lift the lid finding a beautiful red and black themed dress fit for the circus. "It's beautiful, Jerome!" He opens his box changing into an all-white outfit. "Do I get to watch my little women get dressed?" I huff smiling at him and wrap my arms around his neck. "You, Jerome Valeska, have just been reborn." "What's your point, doll?" I kiss a line up his neck biting his ear.

"You can do whatever the hell you want."

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As Warm As The Sun-Part 2

The Light of the Moon

The scent of his skin beneath the aroma of sweet wine blurs Jude’s thoughts. She’s tempted to reach for him again, to trace her fingers along his sharp cheekbones; pale as the light from a full moon, dusted softly with incandescent, shimmering gold. 

Summary: Part 2 is Jude’s POV of the scene from Part 1. Takes place during The Wicked King pretty much right before the Queen of Mirth scene and Chapter 15. Just a soft, fluffy response to the prompt; “hug me, I command it”.

Words: 2267

Rating: GA

Links: Part 1-Cardan POV | AO3

A/N: I struggled with Jude’s POV far more than I did with Cardan’s. I think because this is a really vulnerable moment and at this point in her story like Jude isn’t prepared to be vulnerable with Cardan. Idk, this takes place a little early in twk for Jude to be admitting she has feelings for Cardan, but this is fanfic and I do what I want. @jurdanhell this one’s for you my dude.

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Jude Duarte, former spy for Prince Dain, seneschal to the High King of Elfhame, is exhausted. If she is honest with herself, which she often isn’t, she couldn’t remember a time since Cardan was crowned where she hadn’t been tired. Nearly every day of the last five months there was always something too important going on for Jude to waste time sleeping. There was always a problem to solve, a threat against the kingdom to thwart, an attempt on her life, or Oak’s life, or Cardan’s life. What Jude really needed was a shorter list of lives she was responsible for, but for now, a good night's sleep would have to do. She was almost too tired to be angry at Cardan for having her attend this stupid revel, almost...but not quite.

Early in the night Jude was doing her best to slip away after a meeting with the Living Council, yet another one Cardan had failed to attend and Jude had fought for every word she had to say. As she rushed out of the room she nearly collided with Locke, followed closely by Cardan, Taryn, and a group of court members she didn’t recognize. Cardan’s eyes met hers and Jude knew she was in trouble the moment he got that infuriating gleam in his eye, the look that said; Oh Jude, you will absolutely hate the next words I speak. And hated them she had, Cardan launched into details about that evening’s revel which ended in him asking Jude if she would attend the revel in full that evening, his voice practically dripping with mock innocence. Before Jude could answer with a curt and resounding no, Locke chimed in and did what he was best at; started trouble. By the time he was done with his mocking explanation of why Jude’s many duties robbed all her mortal energy and didn’t allow her to attend revels like the rest of the folk, the Living Council had moved from their meeting place to gather in the hall. Jude briefly entertained a fantasy of running Locke through with Nightfell just to be done with this whole encounter, but she realized Locke’s attempt to devalue her position had garnered a substantial audience so Jude was left with no choice but to clench her jaw and bite out an acceptance of Cardan’s offer.

Now, an eternity later, Jude stands to the side of Cardan’s throne scowling at the side of his horribly beautiful face as he downed the dregs of yet another gobet. She had given up trying to count his cups hours ago but the glazed look in his eyes told Jude it is likely someone would be carrying Cardan back to his chambers this evening. She took a cursory glance around the room eyeing the dwindling guests and the King’s Guard who all made a point to look anywhere but toward the dais, and realized that someone is most likely to be her.

As if on cue, Cardan stands swaying as he attempts to step forward and nearly pitches head first off the dais.

All of Jude’s training, both in Madoc’s house and as a spy for Prince Dain, have honed her reflexes and without a second thought her hand flies out fisting in the back of Cardan’s gaudy cloak of embroidered black velvet. With all the gentleness of someone who has spent the last four hours contemplating murder Jude yanks Cardan back against her and wraps her arm around his waist to steady him.

“As much as it would amuse me to watch you fall after you made me stand here all night for no reason, I’m too tired to pick you up off the floor,” Jude hisses in his ear, she throws his other arm about her shoulders and sets off down the handful of steps leading away from the throne. Cardan leans into her, his breath ghosting across her temple; warm and sweetened by wine, Jude can’t stop the longing that shoots through her like the peeling of a bell.

“Dearest Jude, are you trying to take me to bed?” Cardan’s mouth stumbles through the words, just as his feet stumble down the steps nearly dragging them both to the floor. Jude tries to tap into her anger that seemed so palpable only moments before but she can’t think past his hip pressed against hers, his arm warm and heavy across her neck and shoulders.

“Don’t push your luck or I’ll leave you to sleep on the floor in the middle of the burgh”. He laughs, truly laughs in a way that’s free of anger or malice. Jude tries and fails to suppress the small smile that touches her lips at the happy sound she so rarely hears from him.

The walk to Cardan’s rooms takes a lifetime. They don’t speak again, but Jude can feel Cardan’s eyes on her every few moments. His proximity makes the sensation hard to ignore causing a flush to darken her cheeks. Jude tries to focus on the path ahead and clamp down her desire to return his gaze.

Once in his chambers Jude abruptly releases him and takes a half step away putting much needed distance between them, but even then he’s still too close. The scent of his skin beneath the aroma of sweet wine blurs Jude’s thoughts. She’s tempted to reach for him again, to trace her fingers along his sharp cheekbones; pale as the light from a full moon, dusted softly with incandescent, shimmering gold.

Jude, no the rational voice inside her mind nearly screams. She clenches her hands into fists, a half second from running out the massive wooden door when Cardan’s voice startles her from her thoughts.

“Embrace me again,” he says in a voice that reminds her of another drunken request he made not too long ago; kiss me again, kiss me until I am sick of it.

Jude is weary, worn down, exhausted, the kind of tired that makes limbs sore and heavy as if she’d spent the whole day throwing rocks. In that exhaustion the Cardan-shaped wall built around her heart is lowered more than Jude would ever admit; she had refused him then, she doesn’t know if she can refuse him now.

“Go to bed Cardan” it’s as much of a refusal as she can muster with his eyes boring into hers, black and wanting. Her hand flicks out to point across the suite to Cardan’s ridiculously large bed.

“But I am your king, Jude I command it,” he grins like he’s gone mad but Cardan, who is less a living being than a fae revel given flesh and bone, looks horribly and unmistakably sad. It’s gone in a moment, replaced by feigned indifference so sharp it almost burns in his coal black eyes. But she had seen it there; a glimpse of the depth of his loneliness and misery.

“So I say again, embrace me and then I will concede and go to bed,” his tone is teasing, it does nothing to fool Jude.

She opens her mouth to speak but quickly shuts it. The feeling of slick, slimy guilt roils in her belly, guilt she often pushed aside in favor of anger and self-preservation. Cardan’s pain was not all her doing, she knew of his scars, on his skin and his soul, wrought from Baelkin’s hateful hands and the cruel indifference of Eldred.

But his position as High King, his empty life beneath a hollow crown was one she had thrust upon him through lies and deceit. Facing the truth of that in his eyes made bile crawl it’s way up her throat, and if Jude was honest with herself it shattered her heart into shards of broken glass threatening to shred her apart from the inside.

Guilt was not easy to feel, it was the feeling of admitting you had done wrong paired with the admission that you haven’t yet made it right. Jude had choked on guilt before but usually pushed it away, citing the safety of Oak and the stability of Elfhame; but those excuses fall apart like strips of wet paper when pit against the emptiness in Cardan’s gaze.

Jude curses herself, wishing for the days when she felt nothing but hatred for the High King, instead of the complicated mix of regret, shame, and desire she feels now. Swallowing thickly against her guilt, and before she can examine her own want too closely, Jude steps forward and wraps her arms around him, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

Cardan hesitates for a brief moment, before returning her embrace. Jude resists the urge to sink into his warmth, stops herself from tightening her arms and nuzzling her face into his neck; it’s power over her she won’t relinquish to him and an admission to herself she isn’t ready to face.

More than anything this moment feels fragile, as if Jude, mortal among fairies, human of the earth could break it with the snap of her fingers.

“I’m only doing this because I’m too tired to fight with you about going to bed,” she lies, to herself and to him.

Cardan doesn’t reply, simply holding her in a strong, steady embrace, his cheek resting light as a feather on her forehead. The unsteady balance brought on by Cardan’s overindulgence seems to evaporate as if, he too realizes how delicate this moment is. How easily it could shatter like a stone through glass.

She isn’t sure how much time passes as they stand there tangled up in each other, but her eyelids begin to droop as Cardan strokes lazy circles on her back with his thumbs.

In serious danger of dozing off Jude yawns deeply and steps back. Cardan’s hands bracket her waist as she pulls back and he makes no effort to remove them. The warmth of his palms seeping through her jacket keeps her heart pounding out a steady rhythm. She doesn’t know how to read into this small gesture of intimacy, if it means anything at all, so she simply ignores it.

“Alright, Your Majesty I indulged your wishes,” she stops another, smaller yawn with the back of her hand.

“Now to bed with you so I can go get in my own,” Jude points again in the direction of the vast expanse of pillows and spider silk sheets.

Cardan’s hands drop to his sides, he sways unsteadily as he turns, his drunken clumsiness returning now that the distance between them has broken whatever spell was cast over their embrace. She places a gentle hand on his lower back, when he leans into her touch Jude feels a rush of warmth as she walks him through his empty rooms.

“Careful with your orders Jude or I will tell everyone that you were kind to me,” he laughs though she can’t imagine why.

“Though I don’t think anyone would believe me,” he continues softly almost as if speaking to himself. She shakes her head though Cardan is too focused on his feet to notice. He doesn’t say the words with malice or venom but something twists in Jude’s chest all the same.

“You won’t remember this tomorrow anyway”.

She gives a gentle push as they reach his bed and Cardan flops down on the coverlet, gazing up at Jude in with something soft and yearning in his eyes. She leans over him, breath catching in her throat. The intensity of his gaze pins her to the spot.

“Oh Jude, loveliest of afflictions, I will remember this night for years to come.” He makes a move as if to reach for her, but Cardan’s hand falls back to his side as his eyes flutter closed.

“We’ll see about that tomorrow,” She makes a disbelieving noise and crosses her arms. Laughing softly as she takes in her disheveled High King.

Though Cardan’s eyes remain closed, his head turns in her direction as she laughs, as if he craves her laugh as she craves his; a moth to flame.

Jude backs away from the bed, retreating to the suites main door, but something stops her as she places a hand on the knob. Turning to peer over her shoulder she calls out softly through the dark chamber.

“Goodnight Cardan,” without waiting for his response she slips into the hall and flees toward her room.

By the time she reaches her chambers Jude is dead on her feet and desperate for the feel of her pillow against her cheek.

She strips off her weapons and clothes, tucking herself into bed instead of curling up in front of the fire as she most often does. It’s cold but the sheets and pillows are soft, as she relaxes into them. Sleep hovers nearby waiting to take her the moment she closes her eyes, but Jude stares up toward the ceiling keeping herself awake for a few more blissful moments.

Jude Duarte has made herself into a fearsome creature, one of the folk in spirit if nothing else. Tomorrow she will go back to her role as the High King’s seneschal, back to her knives, and seething looks, and harsh clothes. But tonight she will allow herself one small, indulgent moment of weakness and be simply; Jude Duarte, mortal girl.

Tonight she lies in bed and thinks of Cardan’s soft breath on her cheek, the stroke of this thumb on her back, the moonlight glow of his skin in the dimness of his chambers.

Jude isn’t sure exactly when she drifted off but her dreams are filled with yearning black eyes and strong steady arms. When she wakes she smiles to herself, wide and foolish, before donning the mask of seneschal once again.