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skelswritingcorner · 3 months ago

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Marvel Rivals Characters + Reader w/ Endometriosis (Dr. Strange, Iron Fist, Human Torch, Jeff the Land Shark)

Greetings, Marvel Rivals fans of Tumblr. This somewhat comprehensible word soup is based on something I often do when I get invested in something I like enough: Make characters (especially male characters) witness the horrors of endometriosis. I have this condition myself, and these fics are written as a way to both practice my writing and to help bring awareness to this condition.

If you suspect that you or someone you know has endometriosis or a similar condition, please consult an OB/GYN. I am not a medical professional, just some combination college student and Vtuber who has the condition. It's what your blorbo would want.

These can read as either platonic or romantic. Except for Jeff, his is to be read like a cat who knows you're in pain and is barreling into you to give comfort.

DISCLAIMER: This is written under the assumption that these characters are cisgender, and therefore don't have first-hand experience with menstruation.

Warnings: Menstruation, endometriosis

DR. STRANGE

Being a former surgeon, he likely performed a hysterectomy at least once. And likely knows what an endometriosis-ridden body looks like (Look it up on your own risk, it looks… just yikes). Because of this likely experience of his, he knows about the impacts endometriosis has on the body. And he is concerned.

Dr. Strange will likely have you stay at the Sanctum Sanctorum for the time being, so that he can keep a close eye on you.

“I’ve once operated on someone with your affliction,” he places a cup of herbal tea on the table next to you, “I’ve seen how the body is affected. And yet, this is the first time I’ve witnessed someone being affected by it.”

And that wouldn’t be a lie. As he was a surgeon, he rarely saw the symptoms of the patients he operated on. He knew that they were being affected, but only the body. Witnessing you curled up in fetal position, trying your damndest to not audibly sob from the pain, it breaks his heart in a way he never expected it to break.

While Dr. Strange can’t assist medically, he can at least give emotional support. Be there for you. Need menstrual products? He’ll open up a portal to the store to get some for you if you need any. Bats will be there too for extra emotional support. Sometimes, you just need a pet for comfort. Even if the comfort is coming from a ghost dog.

Dr. Strange will keep you with him for at least a day or two. If anyone asks? “They’re suffering, and I cannot in good conscience leave Y/N alone with their pain. Especially when I’ve seen how their condition affects their organs firsthand.”

When you’re recovered enough that he no longer needs to keep a consistent eye, Dr. Strange will try to persuade you to go to a medical professional if you haven’t already. And if you have and they dismissed your concerns? Go to another one. He likely still has some connections to people in the medical field, so he might be able to find an OB/GYN for you.

IRON FIST

When he sees you in pain, he is originally confident in his ability to help. “Don’t worry Y/N, I’m the Immortal Iron Fist. This is nothing!” He says, not knowing what he’s doing at all. Whatsoever.

It’s likely that he didn’t have many people close to him that menstruate, so he’s just floundering around while keeping up a confident facade. Said facade quickly breaks, as he confesses that he genuinely does not know what he’s doing within an hour.

Even though Iron Fist does not know what to do at first, he at least tries to help. Then proceeds to call Luna Snow to ask her about what he should do, because this poor man does not know what to do. He thought he could figure it out by himself, but he quickly realizes that he doesn’t know dick or shit regarding menstruation or endometriosis.

With some pointers from Luna, he gathers stuff that might be able to alleviate the pain or distract from it and proceeds to put you in a blanket burrito to the best of his ability. In reality, he just dumps several blankets on top of you.

Most of Lie’s logic around what he does to help is based on what he knows helps him with his pain, or whenever he got sick when he was younger. Brewing an herbal tea, making you Luo Song Tang (Shanghai-style red vegetable soup) if he has the time, if not just egg drop soup of some variety. Over time he gets better, but for now he’s confused.

Once you’re able to explain your condition, he just frowns. Can he… punch the endometriosis out with his Iron Fist powers? Actually, no, that’s ridiculous. Guess Lin Lie has to settle on helping you every once in a while.

HUMAN TORCH

“Hey sweet stuff, are you ready for sOH GOD WHAT IS GOING ON?” is the first thing that comes out of this twink’s mouth when he sees you. Then he quickly zooms over to you to see whatever’s going on. When he realizes that you’re on your period, he’s going to tilt his head. He’s seen his sister on her period, and she was never in that much pain. Johnny makes the connection that something’s deeply wrong, but he likely says nothing other than “Stay there, oh who am I kidding you’re probably stuck there, I need to call someone.”

Who does he call, you may ask? Sue Storm. He just calls his sister. Who else was he gonna call, Reed? Reed might be his brother-in-law, but he doesn’t have the first-hand experience that Susan does. Susan, for the record, answers all of his questions. Likely secretly proud that her little brother cares enough about someone that he’s seeking advice.

When he gets the advice from his sister, he kicks into high gear to get you whatever you need. Fire may be involved, but he will resist the urge to flame on. Pads? Tampons? Ibuprofen? Blanket hoard? He’s gotchu. He’ll even use his hands as a makeshift heating pad if you’re cool (heh) with it.

He’s gonna call you a ketchup packet, but he does so affectionately. Unlike Moon Knight, who says it like an insult. Fuck you, Marc.

Once you aren’t in bedridden pain, Johnny’s going to barrel a bunch of questions at you. Mostly about what in the world could cause cramps that painful. When he finds out that it’s because of a condition affecting the uterus and other organs, his face scrunches. “Shouldn’t there be a cure for that by now?” he asks, and when you say that there isn’t, he just says, “Bummer. There should be one. Maybe I can ask Reed, he’s smart. He could find one in uh… a month?”

He is being 100% serious with this, by the way. Even if you say that it wouldn’t be necessary, he’s probably gonna do it anyway. First, he’s going to focus on taking care of you. Then he’ll ask his brother-in-law if he can find a cure for endometriosis.

JEFF THE LAND SHARK

He might not be able to speak to you without someone else to translate on his behalf, but the moment he sees you… he knows something is wrong. Jeff is a shark, he knows the smell of blood. This little dude will jump to your side, likely try to use some of his healing powers on you. It doesn’t do much other than make your face wet. Quickly, he realizes that this isn’t something he can heal. So the most he can do is give you emotional support in this very sucky time.

Jeff will approach with a mrrrr, like he usually does, and plop himself on your stomach. Or on your head. Or place himself on your side. If you try to move him away, or if someone tries to coax Jeff to leave you, he’s going to growl. He’s not leaving you unless he absolutely has to.

He even follows you to the bathroom whenever you need to use the toilet or change menstrual products. He even investigates the products by sniffing them if you allow it.

Given enough time, Jeff might be able to tell when you’re about to start your period based on smell alone. When he figures that it’s near, he starts clinging to you more and more, and when it arrives he’s essentially locked at your hip. With the few people he knows can understand him, he likely informs them too. Jeff is just a good boy all around.

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Bluesky | Twitch (on hiatus) | Kofi | Vgen |

#marvel rivals x reader #dr strange x reader #iron fist x reader #lin lie x reader #human torch x reader #johnny storm x reader #jeff the land shark #dr strange #lin lie #iron fist #human torch #johnny storm #menstruation cw #endometriosis cw #I wrote this on a whim #and also because I haven't been able to write for about a month due to classes #I will make a part 2 after I work on my finals

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kyluff · 1 year ago

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— ↺ Baby Daddies

✎ gojo + geto + nanami + toji + choso x reader !

✦ summary ➠ some jjk men finding out they are going to be a daddy.

✦ warnings ➠ pregnancy (duh), swearing, mentions of sex

✦ note ➠ Also ps the gojo one is kinda cringe ngl but whatever kinda cute, my fave is the Nanami one I think.

✪ Satoru Gojo

— Gojo had been lounging around on your shared bed the whole day. It was one of his odd days off, so he chose to spend it being lazy.

As he was living carefree and innocently, you had just found out you were pregnant. Not that this should be a surprise.

Sure, your period being very late and the puking in the morning should’ve been enough of a sign that you were pregnant. But you didn’t actually think you were pregnant, pregnant.

But that was the reality you faced now in the bathroom of your master bedroom. You knew you couldn’t hide anything from your frost haired boyfriend for too long, so mays well fess up about it quickly.

You took the positive stick with you as you made your way to the room that was connected and that held Gojo. You weren’t too scared to tell him, because he always made it annoyingly obvious to you that he wanted a baby with you. Every minute he got he would make a comment about how nice it would be to have a child running around, how cute you’d look with your stomach swollen, how tiny baby clothes were and he told you how he envisioned his future child in them.

So no, you didn’t feel much fear. As for you thoughts on the predicament, you also had wanted a kid. Though you didn’t make your opinion as aware as he did, you still wanted to have one some day, and that day was this one it seemed.

You waltzed up to him, throwing the stick onto his exposed chest. “Looks like you got what you wanted.”

He threw a confused look your way. “Huh?” He let out the sound, but it died out as he held the object thrown at him and saw what it actually was. “You’re pregnant?!”

You only nodded, readying yourself for whatever celebration that was going to happen soon. Just as you expected, he sprung up and attached onto you to bring you down onto the bed with him.

“Yes! Yes! This is perfect. Thank you,” He planted so many quick kissed onto you face that they interrupted his sentence formation. “Thank you, thank you.”

“You should thank yourself for this, you are the one who always chooses to come inside.” You remarked jokingly, also wrapping your arms around him.

✪ Suguru Geto

— You sat nervously on the bed that was wrapped in white, thin paper to ensure it was clean for any patient that had to use it. And that patient was you. You gripped your husbands hand harder, looking to find comfort in his eyes.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright.” He smiled and brought your hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. “We get so see her this time, isn’t that exciting?”

He used ‘her’ to refer to the growing babe in your stomach, but you didn’t truly know the sex of them just yet. He just hoped for a baby girl, hence the use of the pronoun.

Today was your first official appointment at the doctors that you would actually see your baby. You were both feeling so many emotions right now. You were both excited as well as frightened at the same time. You would be able to see your bundle of joy, but there was also a possibility of the fetus having something wrong with them, like a illness.

The door opened and your doctor entered. “Hello, I’ll be helping you for today. My name is D/n, pleasure to meet you.” She thrusted her hand towards your husband, then you as well.

“To begin, we’re just going to start with you Miss mommy. We will perform some basic health checks, your levels and such. How does that sound?” She was very sweet, always making sure to ask if you were ok to proceed.

“Sounds perfect.” Your husband responded for you politely. You added in a nod too.

“Now, let’s move on to what you’ve both been waiting for.” After your procedure was done, it was time for your baby’s turn. “I’m going to perform a ultrasound, you’ll be able to literally see your baby through this! All parents are overjoyed about their first ultrasound.”

“I’d say I’m more anxious, actually.” You muttered, you didn’t want to be a killjoy but how could you not? There was a big step between knowing you’re pregnant and watching your belly grow and actually seeing your baby.

“And that is completely normal! Many say the same too, if you are worried then that is just a sign you are going to be a caring mother.” She had a perfect response for everything. She must’ve been use to all of this already. “Now, I will warn you that the gel is quite cold, but that’s the worst that’s going to happen for this step.”

“Before I start, I ask all my patients if they would like to know the gender.” You both would definitely like to know, since Geto was so keen on it being a little girl.

“Yes please, my husband wants it to be a girl you see.” You informed D/n.

“And as for you? What would you like the gender to be?” She asked you this time.

“My wife doesn’t care much either way. She almost always corrects me when I say our baby is a girl.” Geto sent a look of admiration your way. Everyone took a moment to chuckle, once the moment was over you decided it was time to get it over with.

“Let’s do this, then.” You let it out as a breath. “You ready, Suguru?”

“Not really, are you?” He was joking, half joking at least.

“Not at all.” You responded, letting the man kiss your hand again.

The professional spread the gel all over the surface of your rounded stomach. Once it was to her liking, she turned on the machine and grabbed the device that had the sensor on the end of it. “Let’s see your baby!”

Except it wasn’t just a ‘baby’ the correct term would be ‘babies’ because there’s was two. “Oh, how lovely, you will be having twins it seems.”

Twins? You thought, what would Suguru think about this. So you tilted your head to your husband that was eagerly sitting beside you on his chair. He was in his own world, not noticing you were even looking at him. He eyes were stuck on the screen that showcased the little white and grey blurbs that were your babies.

“And it seems your husband was right about the gender, they’re both healthy, baby girls!” She cheered, continuously moving the wand around your stomach to get new angles.

“You see, I was right!” He pointed out, shimmying closer to your body that was laying down still.

“How do you feel about finding out it’s twins?” You couldn’t help but ask him, anticipating his response.

“I feel that whatever those results would have shown, I would still love you just the same.” He hummed, bringing his hand to your face and brushing your hair out of your face to lay a kiss on your forehead. “I might even love you more.”

✪ Kento Nanami

— Nanami had been at the grocery store, he had to purchase a long list of things. The list contained many things like milk, batteries, lettuce, a pregnancy test or two. Normal things.

Except, this was not normal of course. Nanami especially did not feel normal as of right now, he felt on edge ever since he received the text from you to add a pregnancy test to the grocery list. His phone almost fell right out of his hands at the store when he read it.

And now he was home finally.

You heard his car pull up earlier, so you were already there to meet him at the door once he came through. There was a awkward pause when he laid eyes on you. You didn’t know what to do, you just texted him out of the blue that you needed a pregnancy test. That could only mean one thing, that you were pregnant, or at least there was a possibility of it.

He dropped the bags that he held at the door way of your house where he stood. He quickly sped walk towards you, slightly leaning down to match your height. He brought his hands up to cup your face, he didn’t do anything now, just stare into your eyes. You looked into each others soul, relishing in this intimate moment together.

“You think you’re pregnant?” He asked in a soft voice as not to ruin the moment. You sighed but nodded still.

At this, he closed the gap between your lips and left a intense kiss on them. He pulled back but not too far, wanting to stay as close as he could to you right now.

“Alright.” Is what he said before he left you to return to the previously held bags. He searched through them to find the box that held the stick you needed.

He came back to where you still stood, placing the said box in one of your hands and taking the other in his to hold. “Let’s go the washroom, together.”

You nodded again, following the man that held your hand now. Together, you thought. That single word made you feel warm, it made you feel not so alone in this whole situation.

He opened the door that lead to your bathroom, stilling and letting you in so you could pee on the test in privacy. But you didn’t want that. “Can you stay?” You waited a moment. “Please?”

“Of course.” He kissed you cheek. You sat on the toilet, taking time to just stare at the unopened test before you. Nanami picked up on this, gently taking the box out of your hands and opening the package himself. He gave it back to you now, he hoped that this would send a message to you, that he was there for you no matter what.

You did your thing, peeing on the stick finally. You pulled it back up from underneath you, looking up at Nanami again. “Now we just wait, I guess.”

And wait you did, anxiously to say the least. You had now changed positions. You sat on the counter of the sink, in between your boyfriends legs while he stood. He had been spitting encouraging and comforting words while also rubbing soothing circles on your legs and back. Anything to pass the time and bring you consolation.

The amount of time that was needed had passed. Now it was time to look at the results.

You went to grab the stick but before you could, Nanami grabbed your hand to halt you. “I want you to know that now matter what it says, I’ll still love and support you, ok?”

“Ok.” You smiled up at the blonde, he always knew how to calm you down. He then let go of you so that you could continue with your pursuit of finding out the results.

You flipped the stick over and there it was, two lines that meant you were pregnant. You let a shaky breath out, not sure how to react to this. You looked at Nanami to see how he was handling this, fairly well it seemed. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes looked almost watery.

He took the test away from you, tracing the two lines that went downwards on the tiny screen. He dropped the stick back onto the surface, wrapping his hands around the back of your neck to bring you in for a big, celebratory kiss.

“I am honoured to be able to have a child with you, Y/n.”

✪ Toji Fushiguro

— The black haired man let out a yawn as he rested his feet on the row of benches in front of him. He had his arms stretched across the seats on either side of him too, completely relaxed in his current state. He was watching the boat race today.

This was his favourite hobby by far, he could just laze around the stadium all day and possibly win some money, though he seemed to have bad luck and lose most of it. He didn’t care though, because gambling put him in a good mood, nothing could bring him down. Then his annoying phone ringer went off, signalling someone was calling you. Now that, that could bring him down.

The race was set to start soon, any minute now even. He pulled the phone out of his pocket, your contact lit up the screen. He sighed, there was two minutes left until the boats started racing, he could spare one call with you.

“What, woman?” He drawled out with annoyance evident in his voice. Could you have called at a worse time? He thought internally.

“Get home, now.” Is all he heard on his side of the line before the call was ended by you. Who does she think she is, hanging up on me like that? And only saying three words! Even though he protested in his mind, he got up none the less and made his way to your shared apartment.

After you had ended that call, you immediately felt a wave of anxiety wash through your body. You were in the bathroom on the toilet, positive pregnancy test in hand.

You shouldn’t be surprised really, ever since the two of you started this relationship Toji insisted on having sex without a condom. Now you were forced to face the consequences to your actions, well Toji’s actions really.

You stood up, deciding you should get ready for your boyfriends arrival.

Once Toji arrived, he was met with your figure sitting at the kitchen table. You had your elbows rested on the surface and your hands covering your head. You looked distressed.

He walked up to you, kicking the chair leg you sat on. “What’s up with you? The race was just about to start too and then you had to go and call me all the way over here.”

You didn’t respond verbally, only pulling out a little stick and slamming it on the table in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow, picking the unknown object up and inspecting it. Oh shit, he thought. And that’s what he said out loud too. “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit? That’s all you have to say, really?!” You were starting to get angry now, what kind of response is that to such important news.

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, this was a genuine question. He wanted to know what you wished for as a response, did you want to keep it? Or didn’t you? He needed to know.

“I want you to say,” You breathed in. “I want you to say you’re happy, to say you’re happy to have a baby with me.” You whispered.

He wasn’t the best with sharing his emotions, you know this, but he showed it now in his own way. He dropped down to his knees in front of your chair, grabbing each of your hands and bringing them to his lips.

“I wanna have a baby with you.” He mumbled against your hands and kissed them.

✪ Choso Kamo

— Choso sat on the couch while watching the tv play in the living room. The two of you had cooked up some breakfast, it was early in the morning, but it was the weekend so you both could just relax and spend time doing what you want.

You were doing your morning routine in the bathroom, or at least that’s what Choso was told you were up to. Instead, you were nervously awaiting for the results of the second pregnancy test you had used. The first one was positive, so if this one was too, then it had to mean you were pregnant for sure.

You knew Choso had wanted a child ever since you met, he had told you almost every time you fucked. But for some reason, you still felt scared for his reaction once you told him.

Choso, finished his breakfast by now, had begun to feel worried. You have been in there for quite some time now, too long for your usual routine, and he knew how long you usually took. He had witnessed it almost every morning for the past two years. Plus he had to use the bathroom anyway, so he decided to go to you.

He placed his bowl in the sink, wiped his hands and went to go see what was taking you so long. Once he reached the door, he knocked on it. “Hey, Y/n. Everything alright in there?”

Your heart stopped, the white sticks almost dropping from your hands. “Uhm, ya! Almost done!”

“Can I come in, I have to pee really bad.” He giggled, gripping the doorframe in an attempt to hold his piss in.

You let a breath out, trying to ground yourself. This is Chose we’re talking about, he’s wanted a baby forever, and he loves you. He’ll be ok with it, you told your self. You threw one of the tests in the garbage and kept the other, holding it behind your back.

“Sorry, I lost track of time.” You said as you opened the door, allowing your boyfriend to come in.

“It’s fine.” He rushed past you, not without laying a kiss on your cheek though. He placed himself in front of the toilet, ready to unzip his pants, but stopped as he looked your way. You looked suspicious, you were standing by the sink and staring at him. The most interesting fact was that you had your hands behind your back, like you were hiding something.

He stopped in his tracks and came closer to you. “What you got back there?”

“This.” You said when you shoved the test into his chest. You had a smile on even though you were afraid, but you knew Choso would be excited. “You’re going to be a daddy, Choso.”

He brought the stick to his face, he was surprised to say the least, but a good kind of surprise. He had wanted this with you for a long time.

He grabbed you, picking you up and flinging you around in celebration. “I’m going to be a dad!” He laughed out.

“And I’m going to be a mom!” You laughed along with him. Placing kisses all over each other’s faces.

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thesvnandthemooon · 5 months ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

a/n: this is a story i wrote + published on wattpad (user: thesvnandthemoon). i recently finished writing the last chapter and i love it so much i decided to post it on tumblr as well (my first fic i’m posting here hehe)

i didn’t tag this as 18+ because the smut is only implied and very brief

summary: natasha romanoff x female!reader. based on the movie “the notebook”; you’re allie, nat’s noah. fluff

warnings: implied smut (minors proceed with caution)

word count: 5.8k

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

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They say one summer can change everything — you never thought it would be yours.

In hindsight, you won't be able to say when exactly it all started, but it must've been at the town's annual fun fair. Popcorn and fried dough, old carnival rides and duck ponds, neon signs and bells ringing.

You come reluctantly, dragged along by a friend who insists it'll be fun (and then proceeds to ditch you after meeting some guy at the hot dog stand). You don't expect much — just the usual: sticky cotton candy fingers, cheap thrills, and a fleeting distraction from the monotony of summer evenings. What you don't expect is her.

Green eyes and a black bomber jacket that looks way too warm for a hot summer day, her red hair in a loose braid. Bruised knuckles, painted in all shades of blue and purple, and a faint scar above her left eyebrow. She's leaning against the side of one of the booths, a cigarette dangling from her lips. For a moment, your eyes get stuck on her. But when her gaze meets yours, you turn back to the shooting gallery in front of you.

It gives her the opportunity to let her gaze linger on you, sharp and assessing. It's not the kind of look that makes you uncomfortable — if anything, it's curious, like she's trying to figure you out. Her eyes trail from the sundress you're wearing to the smudge of sunscreen on your wrist, then back up to the necklace that glints against your skin as you lean forward to aim.

Your fingers curl around the grip with a mix of hesitation and focus. In front of you are bright red and yellow circles, each one suspended on a flimsy wooden board. Some are shaped like ducks, others like stars, but they all feel impossibly far away.

The gun's plastic body feels awkward in your hands, too light to mimic the real thing, but you pull the trigger anyways. Just as expected, you miss, the dart-like projectile whizzing softly as it flies past the target.

You miss one shot. Then two. Then three.

Natasha, deciding she's had enough of seeing this pretty girl embarrass the hell out of herself, stomps her cigarette out with the heel of her boot before approaching you. She steps up next to you, the sound of her boots quiet against the pavement. You turn your head, a frustrated look on your face that doesn't waver even when she smirks. Without a word, she grabs the fake gun from your hands.

"Let me show you how it's done", she says, her voice low, just for you. She doesn't wait for your response before taking aim.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she hits the first target, then the second, then the third — each shot landing perfectly. You huff quietly as you watch her, trying to hide that you're somewhat impressed by this stranger's skill. She's not even showing off, just doing what she knows best.

It makes you wonder who she is. You don't know her, despite this town being quite small. You'd remember her, you're sure of that. She seems like the kind of person who'll float around your head like a little faded cloud until the day you die.

When she looks at you again, you quickly clear your throat and force a small, teasing smile. "Not bad", you say. "Now let's see if you can do that blindfolded."

Natasha smirks, her eyes glistening with amusement. I like her, she thinks, handing the plastic gun back to you. She feels a spark deep in her bones. She doesn't want to let it fizzle out.

"How about you let me take you on a date first? Then, maybe we'll talk about you blindfolding me."

"Wow", you muse, suppressing a small smile. This is dangerous territory, flirting so shamelessly with someone you probably aren't allowed to have. The odds would be against you. However, nobody said you can't have a little fun. "A marksman and bold. Lucky me."

"You don't know the half of it", she says, raising an eyebrow. She nods at the targets in front of you. "Come on, your turn. Let's see if you're a visual learner.”

You adjust your grip on the gun and aim once more, feeling her eyes on you. There's something predatory about the way she studies others, like she's waiting for them to slip up, but there's also a hint of something softer underneath. In that moment, it's reserved for you.

Right before you pull the trigger, she leans in and whispers: "Hit the target and you're going on that date with me."

For a moment, you consider giving it your best.

You could take the shot. You could make it. But for some reason, the thought of it feels too simple.

The projectile misses the target by a wide margin. Natasha frowns, her arms crossing in front of her chest. You turn around and your eyes meet.

"Guess I'm not ready for that date yet", you say.

"I'm starting to think you're making this harder on both of us", Natasha mutters, giving you a look that's somewhere between amusement and frustration. "Good thing I'm stubborn."

"Half of this town is stubborn", you say, unimpressed but equally intrigued. This woman seems determined to take you on a date, and honestly, you like the thought of being pursued so actively. But you're convinced your family is more stubborn than whoever she is.

"If you think this is stubborn", Natasha says, her eyes glinting in the afternoon sun, "you haven't met the real me yet."

Your lips twitch into a small smile at the sheer confidence in her voice. It's attractive, in a way, but also riling you up. You can't tell her why you're so adamant about saying no, so pushing her away is your only choice. Deep down, however, you know you'd say yes in a heartbeat if you weren't such a coward. And maybe she realizes that, too.

"Let's assume I say yes", you challenge. "Then what? You think a few hours with you will change everything?"

"Maybe it won't change anything", she says, though she's convinced it will. With Natasha, it always does. "But something tells me you're the kind of person worth taking that risk for."

Her words make you hesitate. She watches your expression fall in a way that makes her frown.

"You don't know me", you start carefully.

Before either of you can say anything else, you hear your name being called. Your friend comes hurrying back, this time with a peace-offering bag of popcorn. She gives you an apologetic grin and tugs at your arm. You avoid Natasha's gaze as you let her lead you away.

You don't expect to see her so soon again, but maybe that's just your luck.

You're on the ferris wheel. Natasha spots you a few gondolas away, lost in thought, your friend talking to someone on the phone.

She's used to being reckless, but not in order to impress other people. This time, it's different.

You caught her attention. You made her ask you out on a date. You said no.

Maybe she should give up. She doesn't even know what this will be, after all — a fling? A quick flirt? A one night stand, perhaps?

It could end up being nothing. Something about the way you looked at her earlier makes her believe otherwise, though. She can't give up so soon.

As the wheel slows to let others on, Natasha stands up and carefully grips the framework on the sides of the gondola. She stands on the small seat for a moment, balancing her weight, before she begins climbing to where you are. She moves expertly, ignoring the gasps of a few onlookers.

You look up when she reaches your gondola, and your friend almost drops her phone. Gaping, you stare at her.

"Are you insane?", you finally ask, reaching out to steady her. She slides into the seat next to you, loose strands of red hair fluttering around in the wind.

"Say yes to that date", she says, "or I'll jump."

You ignore the stunned look your friend gives the two of you. Sighing, you realize that this woman has managed to chip away at your resistance with ease. You didn't want to say no before, to be fair, but you felt like you didn't have a choice.

You still don't. You just decide to ignore that fact.

"At least tell me your name."

"Natasha", she says, smiling.

You tell her your name as well. You spend the remaining ten minutes of the ferris wheel ride in uncomfortable silence, trying to escape the stares of both Natasha and your friend.

. . .

The date goes better than expected.

She takes you to a diner, where she talks the owner into letting you stay after closing hours. With the door locked and the lights dimmed, your focus is entirely on Natasha. She was charming before, but it doesn't compare to the way she's treating you now.

You twirl the rose she handed you between your fingers, noticing that someone has carefully removed all the thorns. This town doesn't have a flower shop, you quietly remind yourself.

"It's nice here", you say, your eyes scanning your surroundings very briefly. Checkered tiles, a jukebox, red vinyl booths. Chrome finishes on tables, counters and stools, and milkshakes with cherries on top. It's like a place straight out of the 1950s. "Can't believe I've never been here before."

"You're here often?", she asks, dipping the end of her straw into the whipped cream and licking it off.

"Every summer. I'm visiting my grandparents."

A hum forms in her throat. You smile faintly, catching her eye.

"I've never seen you here before", you eventually say, stealing a dollop of her whipped cream with your own straw. She doesn't complain. Her smile widens instead.

"Looks like this town does have its secrets, after all."

You soon figure out that Natasha's different from the other people you've gone on dates with before.

She makes you laugh. It spills out of you before you can stop it, surprising you.

She's all bruised knuckles and scarred hands, hinting at a grittier life — she's not polished or sheltered. Instead, she's resilient and strong and self-assured.

Her presence feels electrifying. Every brush of her fingers against yours sends shockwaves down your spine.

When you exit the diner, you pause. You don't want to leave, and neither does she. Her hand touches yours meaningfully, and she lingers — just enough to make you pause. Her eyes search yours, her confidence softening just enough to feel like a plea. It's intoxicating, the way she makes everything else disappear. The moment feels unhurried, deliberate, like a silent question.

Are we on the same page?

You should turn around and go home. Your family is probably wondering where you are.

Instead, you let her pull you into a kiss.

For Natasha, it's more thrilling than climbing a ferris wheel.

. . .

You're used to keeping secrets, but this one is your favorite so far.

Natasha is a force that keeps drawing you closer. Before you know it, you're sneaking out of windows and hiding behind corners of buildings. Her lips seem to be getting softer each time you touch them with your own.

You meet again on a Friday night, this time in the quiet of her car. An SUV, surprisingly, one that you wouldn't have assumed would be hers.

"You seem more like the pickup truck type", you tell her, a genuine smile on your face.

"That's insulting", she replies, smirking, and starts the car. "Tell me where you want to go."

You can't think of anything, so you shrug. You let her surprise you. With her, everything seems to be a surprise.

Natasha doesn't appear to be in a hurry. She handles the steering wheel with calmness, a sense that, no matter where you end up, it'll be a night to remember.

In the end, the silent streets take you to the outskirts of town. An old sign reads Sunset Drive-In. The parking lot is almost empty, save for a few cars littered across the place. The screen stands tall and cracked against the backdrop of dark trees. Neon lights, once-vibrant and now dead. It feels like a place lost in time.

"Here?", you say, trying to conceal your amusement.

"Trust me, it's better when no one else is around."

She parks the car in the middle of the lot, far from the old speakers that still dangle from rusted poles. A breeze sweeps through your hair when you step out of the car and follow her. She pops the trunk, revealing a blanket that she uses to cover the hood. Side by side, you sit down.

You both stare up at the starry sky, feeling each other's presence. Her hand touches yours.

"Not what I expected", you admit, glancing at her. She smiles.

"I told you it'd be different," Natasha replies. She leans back against the windshield, folding one arm behind her head. The soft hum of the old projector flickers in the background. "But you can't say it's not romantic."

"Never said it wasn't."

A black and white movie starts to play. Your smile widens and you laugh quietly.

"Is everything about this place old?", you ask.

"Apart from us? Probably."

You hum in acknowledgment and nod, watching the scenes in front of you slowly flesh out into a full story. Your hand slides across the blanket, fingertips touching hers. She takes your hand and holds it in her lap. Her calloused fingers trace your knuckles, one by one, repeatedly.

Occasionally, you glance at her. You shift closer to her on the hood, so your sides are flush. At some point, she wraps her arm around you and you rest your head on her chest. Her heartbeat is steady and grounding in your ear. You allow yourself to close your eyes — you haven't been focusing on the movie for a while now, anyways.

Natasha's lips brush against your hair, lazy and soft. You turn your head to press your cheek against the fabric of her shirt. She smells like leather and mowed grass, perfume and something faintly metallic. It's the trace of a life lived on edge, so very different from how you were brought up.

What you remember from your childhood are two things: the inability to choose for yourself and the knowledge that you're safe and protected.

Money was never an issue, and neither were security or stability. But with it came rules — endless, unyielding rules about how to act, what to say, who to be. Every choice predetermined, every step carefully calculated.

Who are you taking to prom? Who's taking you to prom? What dress will you wear? What will you study? What kind of life are you aspiring to have someday? Kids, no kids?

Don't drag your family's name into the mud. Don't even think about doing this your way. Your grandmother would be so disappointed. You'll ruin your future.

Quiet voices in your head, echoing past questions and letting the hollow pit in your stomach grow again.

Automatically, your head turns. You breathe Natasha in. For a moment, you dare believe she might be the freedom you've been wishing for.

The movie plays on, its lights flickering across the parking lot. Sometimes, the screen goes dark, pulling you into the darkness as well. The stars above you seem brighter than ever, twinkling sympathetically.

Then, the end credits start rolling. You glance at Natasha, realizing she's been looking at you.

"Enjoyed the movie?"

"It's old", she simply says. You smile faintly.

"Not a fan?"

Her hand starts drawing circles on your shoulder, your arm, your side. You exhale to suppress a quiet laugh.

"There's exactly one thing I liked about it", she says meaningfully. It makes you want to kiss her.

Unfortunately, the moment is ruined when some drunk guy starts yelling at his girlfriend. She yells back. Then, glass shatters. A high-pitched 'what did you do to my fucking car??' rips you out of your moment of contentment.

The shouts echo through the nearly empty parking lot, piercing through the quiet night air. Natasha's arm around your shoulder tightens when the man jumps out of his car. He's clearly drunk, standing there unsteadily and waving his arms. His girlfriend yells once more.

You sit up slowly, Natasha following in suit. Her jaw tenses as she watches the fight — she looks like she's about to spring into action. Something sharp flickers in her eyes, alert and calculating, and it sends a jolt of attraction through your body.

Again, you quietly wonder who she really is. She doesn't show much of herself. But something about her promises an escape from everything else.

"You okay?", she asks. The arm that's lazily draped over your shoulders gives you a squeeze. Her eyes, however, stay glued to the offending couple.

"Yeah", you confirm. You lean into her subconsciously. She feels like stability in a world that's falling apart.

Her gaze doesn't leave the scene until the couple's fight fizzles out. A car door slams, tires screech against the gravel, and the lot falls silent again.

Natasha exhales and her shoulders relax as she looks back at you. The intensity in her eyes softens. "Sorry about that. Not exactly the ending I had in mind."

You smile faintly, unsure what to say. The bubble you were in moments ago has popped. Instead, you're surrounded by darkness and the sound of crickets. Her green eyes search your face in the darkness.

"Do you want to head back?", she asks after a beat. You shake your head so quickly you even surprise yourself.

"No." You pause, watching her carefully. "Unless you want to?"

Her lips curve into a small smile, the tension melting away. "Not a chance." She nudges your shoulder gently, coaxing a laugh out of you. "I know a spot. If you're up for it."

You quietly decide your parents can wait a little longer.

. . .

You tell Natasha about everything.

She tells you about nothing.

You're in her car, tucked into the backseat. You're leaning against the car door and your knees are pulled to your chest. The milky moonlight bathes your features in a gentle glow. It makes it hard for Natasha to focus on what you're saying, but she tries her best.

"They're strict", you begin, absentmindedly playing with the laces of your converse. "It's hard to explain. I guess it's how they were brought up, which doesn't excuse things, but whatever. When I date someone, it's not without their approval."

Natasha trails her fingers down the length of your shin, leaving a pleasantly tingling feeling in their wake. She's grown increasingly comfortable around you.

"They're rich, too. Like, really fucking rich. It's crazy." You pause. "I don't even know. I guess I'm trying to say that this — whatever it is — won't be easy."

Her eyes find yours, green and steady. She rests her hand atop your shoe, her fingers tracing the laces.

"You're still here", she says. "Guess that says something."

You smile weakly. You haven't thought about it that way yet, but she does have a point — despite everything, you're here. In her car.

You reach out to grab her hand and intertwine your fingers. Natasha leans in closer, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Her skin is pale in the light seeping in through the window behind you.

"When do you have to go home?", she asks. Something needles at your chest as you realize how that question makes you feel. Despite being an adult, you're acting like a teenager with a curfew.

Cheeks warm, you shrug. "An hour?"

"That's not much", Natasha points out. "We'll have to make it count."

"Or you kidnap me", you suggest, half-joking but also half-wishing she'd take you up on the offer. But she just smiles and shakes her head. Her hands push your legs apart as she crawls in between them.

As your eyes meet hers, you can't help but wonder how you ended up here — how everything in your life seemed to collide with this moment, with her.

"Can't imagine you being on the run, if I'm honest." She leaves a quick kiss on your lips. "You'd miss the AC and the fancy espresso machine."

You cup her cheek with one hand. You coax her into another kiss, a firmer one this time. Her hand, resting on your hip, slowly slides under your shirt. Her warm palm feels electrifying against your skin.

"You don't know me that well", you mumble yet again. You dive into another kiss. "Maybe you will one day."

Natasha looks at you. Something unspoken passes between the two of you. Your thumb grazes the faint scar below her jawline.

"I'd be thrilled", she replies, her voice softer, then kisses you deeply. Her tongue pushes past your lips. Her hand moves higher until her fingertips brush under the fabric of your bra. Rain starts pattering against the fogged up windows, quiet and steady, but you don't notice it happen.

Instead, you cradle Natasha's face. You taste the beer you had earlier on her tongue. It's mixed with something uniquely hers. You let her in, completely, and you suddenly find that you don't care about the consequences anymore.

. . .

She takes you to a small house by a lake.

It's afternoon when she suddenly shows up. You're not entirely sure how she managed to find your grandparents' house, but she did — she's right here, leaning against the gate with her back turned to you. Her red braid is a pattern against the smooth fabric of her black leather jacket.

You'd be thrilled to see her if it weren't for your grandfather walking past the kitchen window.

Your heart leaps into your throat. With one swift movement, you sling your bag over your shoulder.

"Be back soon!", you call out as you rush through the door, letting it slam shut behind you. You don't wait for a response — you don't want to risk it. Instead, you hurry to the gate and push it open with a quiet creaking sound. Natasha glances at you and smiles.

"You're insane", you whisper harshly, grabbing her arm and yanking her away from the gate. You glance back at the house. The kitchen window is empty for now, but it won't stay that way for long.

"Nice to see you, too", she says, a smirk on her face. She lets you drag her along without protesting. "What are you so worked up about?"

"Are you being serious? You were supposed to pick me up at the diner, not here! They could've seen you!"

"Yeah, yeah." Natasha frees her arm from your grip to take your hand. She's so utterly at ease that it makes your chest tighten.

What's it like, not caring about anything or anyone?

It's a thought you don't dwell on. Natasha spins you toward her, her free arm encircling your waist. Before you can process what's happening, her lips are pressed to yours. Firm but soft, a lingering taste of mint on them.

You let out a soft noise and wrap your arms around her neck, momentarily forgetting about the looming risk of being caught. She smiles against your lips and slowly pulls away.

"Now", she says, leading you down the sidewalk and toward her car, "let me take you somewhere."

"Where?", you ask as she unlocks the car. She doesn't answer, so you sit down and buckle up, the scent of her leather jacket surrounding you. The engine of the car hums to life. You reach out to tap the back of her hand. "Nat, where are we going?"

"I thought you liked surprises."

"I do", you reply and glance out the window. The winding road, shaded by towering oak trees, takes you past lush gardens and monotonous picket fences. A neighborhood that screams uniformity, but to you, it's nostalgia in its purest form. "I'd still like to know. Finally taking me up on that kidnapping-offer, maybe?"

Natasha smiles. Her hand moves to yours thigh, just barely brushing under the hem of your skirt. "Just be patient. You'll like it, I promise."

Her skin on yours makes you feel warm in a way that has nothing to do with the summer heat. You put your hand on hers, squeezing lightly to distract yourself. It doesn't work.

"I'm curious", you say. The pad of your thumb finds a scar on the side of her hand and you start tracing it.

"Patience", she repeats. She looks at you and smirks. "How much time do we have this time?"

You hesitate before eventually telling her the truth. "A few days. I told my parents I'm staying at a friend's house."

"Lying to your parents for me already?"

A red flush blooms on your cheeks. "Don't let it go to your head."

You drive past the slow life of the town you're in. A post office with a fading American flag fluttering outside, a little café where locals sip coffee, a general store. You spent years exploring everything on your bike and getting to know every nook and cranny.

Eventually, you reach the more rural part of town. Natasha drives down a hill and brings the car to a stop. Grass brushes against your bare ankles as you step out of the car.

In front of you, you spot a small house that's nestled into the landscape like it belongs there. It's surrounded by swaying trees and green grass, the summer sun making everything look like straight out of a children's picture book.

Your breath hitches for a moment. Your hand touches the hood of the car for a moment, grounding you.

"Is this...?"

"It's mine", Natasha confirms. She grabs a suitcase and joins you. A few strands of hair have escaped her braid, curling slightly. "I bought it a while ago. Just, you know. For someday."

You inspect the house. It's small, unassuming. Completely unlike the modern apartment you'd imagined her retreating to whenever she wasn't with you.

You love it.

"Someday?", you ask, glancing at her.

She smiles and averts her eyes. There's something vulnerable to her. "I just thought...maybe one day, I'll need a place like this. Away from everything. Away with someone."

You're not sure how to respond to that, so you don't. Every word you consider seems to fall short.

You fall into step with her, following her up the creaking wooden steps of the porch. The door swings open quietly. Natasha, red-cheeked for the first time since you've met her, quietly admits that she oiled the hinges.

You barely hear what she says. The house, albeit minimal and almost spartan inside, feels like a memory.

A mattress on the floor. A table with mismatched chairs in the kitchen space. A few boxes, some overflowing with blankets.

You absently adjust a few books on the bookshelf, pushing them backwards so their spines are aligned. Natasha's silent, not daring to disrupt the silence.

She doesn't tell you that you're the first person she's ever brought here. She doesn't have to.

"It's cozy", you murmur. You faintly hear the gentle thump of the suitcase as Natasha sets it down. "You've been here before?"

"A few times." She tucks her hands into the pockets of her jeans and watches you explore. "Don't expect too much. There's no WIFI, no cable. Not exactly a five-star getaway."

"No WIFI?", you tease, picking up a ceramic mug that's sitting next to the sink. It's patterned, chipped at the top — so ordinary it makes you smile. "How will I survive?"

Natasha smirks. Her hand finds yours and she leads you to the back of the house. Through a sliding glass door, you reach a small porch. Beyond it, a lake stretches out, its surface shimmering in the sun. A hammock swings between two trees, a bed of wildflowers underneath. It smells like grass and cedar.

The warm breeze washes over you. You breathe in the air and let it seep into your system. Out here, the rest of the world seems very far away.

"It's beautiful", you finally say.

"It is", she says quietly, her gaze never leaving you. You look at her when you feel her fingers intertwine with yours. The sunlight softens her sharp features into something gentle and fragile.

You reach out and brush some hair behind her ear. The light touch of your fingertips against her skin is enough to make her relax.

Natasha puts her hand on yours, keeping it pressed against her cheek for a moment. Then, she nods at the hammock.

"Come on", she says. "Let's see if that thing still holds."

. . .

The days are a blur.

You sleep on the mattress on the floor, one with a dip in the middle that pulls you together by dawn. The bedsheets, soft and worn, have a faded floral pattern on them. Morning light streams through the windows.

You wake slowly when the warmth of the sunlight hits your face. Natasha's arm is draped over your waist, her breath hitting your neck. Sometimes, she wakes before you. She kisses your shoulder and pulls you closer.

You eat sitting on the table, legs idly swinging over the edge. The table wobbles slightly, but it's nothing a folded napkin can't fix. Natasha stands next to you, her hair unbrushed and falling over her shoulders in auburn waves. Her voice is quiet and raspy when she speaks. The faintest hint of a Russian accent is present, making you wonder about her more than ever.

You still don't know much about her. She's a mystery you can't solve, but you're dangerously close to promising yourself you'll spend your entire life trying to.

You share your coffee from the chipped mug that you found sitting next to the sink. You steal bites of food from her plate. You bask in the warmth that's ever present in this little house.

The rest of the day, you're mostly outside. Staying indoors doesn't seem to be an option in a place like this. You enjoy the butterflies, the sun, the lapping of the lake far too much.

Natasha finds a canoe behind the shed that's next to the lake. It's old and doesn't look like it'll keep you above the water, but Natasha insists it's still seaworthy. To your surprise, she's right — the canoe, paint peeling and wood scuffed, stays afloat.

She rows you to the middle of the lake. Her muscles flex under her shirt as she pulls the oar. You sit behind her, legs dangling over the side, and enjoy the view.

When she suggests you go swimming, you give her a skeptical look. But the redhead has gotten up already, her shirt peeled off to reveal a black bra underneath. Scars crisscross her skin in a startling blend of old and new — some pale and softened with time, others pink and raw. A past she's never spoken of. You know better than to ask.

Her jeans follow. The canoe rocks precariously as she jumps. When she comes back to the surface, her hair is slicked back and water drips from her face. Natasha looks happy, unbothered, and it pulls at your heartstrings.

You ignore the plea of your body to stay warm and dry. Instead, you take your clothes off as well and join her in the lake. Water, cold and refreshing, envelops you. Her hands find your waist and you meet her lips with yours.

After this, you start bathing in the lake every day. You run around the house naked, lake water dripping on the floor and Natasha's laughter trailing after you.

Corners and hallways offer little moments of intimacy. Her body feels warm against yours. You let your hands run over her sun-kissed skin, her lips pressing against the side of your face. Natasha's hand trails down your front and dips between your legs. You're hers entirely.

At night, you curl up on the mattress. Hair damp and skin sunburnt, you feel like the season has claimed you. You've soaked up the joy of summer, and from now on, nothing will be able to compare to this.

Not everything is perfect. As you spend so much time with her, you realize that Natasha and you clash like fire and ice — two forces that shouldn't mix but somehow do.

It's the little things and it's the bigger things. Jackets left in random places, or arguments caused by different ideas of what comes next. Somehow, you're both curious about the future — but you also avoid that topic as much as you can.

You try bringing it up. Gently, carefully, as if not trying to scare away a wild animal. Your head on her chest, the pads of your feet pressed against her calves. Her heartbeat is steady in your ear. You close your eyes and speak, asking her what she thinks.

Natasha is not one to hesitate. This time, she does.

You have no clue why. You don't know that her job requires her to be able to up and go at any given time. You don't know that her life, unlike yours, is fragile and unstable. You don't know that she doesn't want to drag another person into this mess.

There's just one issue: Natasha has fallen in love with you.

It was meant to be a fling. A quick summer flirt. Just a pretty girl to make her days less lonely in this strange, unfamiliar town.

She couldn't have possibly known you'd end up meaning so much to her, but here you are — all messy hair and sweet smiles, burrowing your way into her chest as if you were always meant to be there.

This transition from casual to everything but happened way back. She never noticed it happen. And now, she's in love.

It's the kind of love that takes root deep inside you. It doesn't always fit into neat plans or pretentious families, and it's not always easy, but you both try. Some days, trying is easier than on others.

The days are a blur, and they're a dream as well. But dreams don't last forever.

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Oh, The Misery: Arcane, Part 5 : “You’re Trouble.. My kind of Trouble.”

(Y/n) slowly walked down the Walkway of the prisons. the voice of Caitlyn growing more frustrated was heard.

“I took a look at your file. There's no record of you or your crimes. What are you here for?” She asked the woman.

“My sunny personality.” Her response, sarcastic as usual. Caitlyn still attempted to get information. “You attacked an inmate. Why?”

“Why not?” Vi smugly replied.

“He was a witness in an ongoing investigation.” Cat frowned.

“Hmm, bummer…”

“This was a waste of time.” Caitly frowns, until a figure walks up next to her, (Y/n). He and Vi spot each other and its silence, “..Vi?” He asked, she stepped back from the bars.

“Holy shit..” she whispered, not able to proceed what’s happening. (Y/n) gripped the bars, removing his hood. “Vi! You’re okay, you’re okay..” his whispered, trying not to cry. He felt a palm reach out and caress his hand. It was Vi, they locked eyes and she tried to speak to him. “Hey, look at me, it’s okay.. it’s okay.” She reassured him, this is the first time in a long time she’s felt, weak. Caitlyn watched, not sure how to feel. It wasn’t until Vi caught Caitlyn’s staring and walled back up.

“So, this your new friend?” She asked, (Y/n) looked at Cait. “Something like that, she wants Silco on a platter, so do I, and so do you… see what I’m getting at?” He says, Vi looked down for a moment but then back up to them.

“You trust her?” Vi whispered, (Y/n) looked at Cait and back to Vi. He nodded. “She won’t survive the undercity..” (Y/n) adds in, Vi reluctantly agrees.

Cait and (Y/n) return to the front desk, they approach it and Cait speaks first.

“I've got orders from Councilor Talis, concerning Inmate 516.” She starts, the Warden looks up at this lazily.

“Not cooperative, huh?” He starts, and a metal baton is gently placed on the desk by him, “You, uh, you want us to have.. a chat with her?” He said, Caitlyn was shocked and (Y/n), if looks could kill the Warden would have his eyeballs torn out.

“No.” Cait said with disgust, the Warden casually placed the bat back down,”Oh.” He muttered. Caitlyn attempted to ignore the absurdity and violation of human rights she just heard.

“It's for her release.” Cait explained, and the Warden read the letter.

“Huh. Since when's he a Councilor?” He asked, “Since …today.” She responded. The Warden shrugged and began the process, (Y/n), still reeling, grinded his teeth and spoke up.

“How many ..”chats” have you had with her?” He said, mostly trying not to bite his head off. The warden leaned in, “You know, I never even thought to count.” He replies, (Y/n) took one step forward, until Cait quickly stepped in front of him. “We thank you for your cooperation.” She said, she turned around to face him and saw he was going to blow the operation. (Y/n) stepped back, reluctantly folding his arms.

Vi is thankfully released and now, they can begin their operation. The sound of heavy boots echoes through the dim hallway as Caitlyn unlocks Vi’s cell. The metal door groans open, revealing Vi’s steely gaze and tense posture. She doesn’t even glance at Caitlyn, her focus locking on (Y/n), who stands silently behind the enforcer.

He shifts awkwardly, his eyes meeting Vi’s. He looks older, his features hardened by time, but beneath it, she recognizes the boy she once knew. Before he can say a word, Vi storms forward, her expression unreadable.

“You,” she growls, her voice low and dangerous.

(Y/n) barely has time to process her approach before Vi slams her hand against the wall, backing him against the cold stone wall with enough force to rattle it. She took a dominating stance and The impact reverberates through the air, startling Caitlyn, who takes a cautious step forward but stops when she sees Vi’s trembling hands.

(Y/n) blinks, caught off guard but calm. “Hey, Vi—”

“Shut up,” Vi snaps, pinning him in place with an arm braced against the wall beside his head. Her other hand grips his collar, tightening as her knuckles turn white.

“You didn’t even try to find me,” she hisses. “You just—what? Moved on? Left me to rot in here?” Her voice grew with rage, maybe grief. He doesn’t fight back, his voice was gentle. “Vi, I didn’t—” he tried to speak reason but she cut him off

“Don’t you dare,” she interrupts, her voice breaking. She leans in closer, her face inches from his. “You were supposed to have my back. You were supposed to be there for me, and you weren’t.”

For a moment, it seems like she’ll him him, but instead, Vi’s arm buckles. Her head drops against his shoulder, and her grip loosens. A heavy silence settles between them.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” she whispers, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. “I thought I lost you too.” He wanted to hug her, but the tension was so, thick.

Without warning, Vi’s arms wrap around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. It’s rough and ungraceful, he hesitates for a split second before hugging her back just as fiercely, his hands clutching her shoulders as though afraid she’ll disappear again.

Caitlyn watches from the side, a bit awkwardly as she didn’t expect some romantic reunion. She clears her throat. But Vi doesn’t move.

“Hey.. Vi—“

“She doesn’t get to rush this.” She said from her muffled voice. They composed themselves and make their way out of this hellhole.

(Y/n) and Vi stood together near the cliff leading to the Underground. Caitlyn was using a map.

“I heard the bathysphere has a nice view. That could be a good way to get a lay of the land.” She said, (Y/n) shrugged, “Not a bad idea but—“

“Too risky.” Vi said, and leapt down, Caitlyn watched and rushed to the edge, (Y/n) wasn’t worried and watched. Vi disappeared over the edge, her boots landing with a clang as she latched onto a ledge below. With fluid movements, she began her descent, hopping between pipes, railings, and jutting beams.

(Y/n) follows as He leapt over the edge, grabbing onto a vertical metal pipe and sliding down it with the ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times. The friction hissed beneath his metal hand and the pipe as he shifted his weight, letting go just in time to land on a lower beam. From there, he swung onto a rusted staircase and jumped off before it creaked ominously.

Caitlyn, meanwhile, lingered at the top, her hands gripping the railing. She watched them move with an agility she couldn’t hope to match. Swallowing her pride, she climbed over the edge and started to descend more cautiously, her boots skidding on the slick surfaces.

“You’re doing great, Cait!” (Y/n) called, glancing up as he leapt to another platform.

“I wasn’t asking for commentary!” she snapped, her knuckles white as she gripped a narrow ledge

She hesitated, the drop below looking far less inviting now that she was partway down. One wrong move, and it was a long, painful way to the bottom. Caitlyn shifted her weight to jump to the next ledge but miscalculated. Her foot slipped, and her breath caught in her throat as gravity took hold. Before Caitlyn could fall (Y/n) sprang into action, he rushed forward and cocked his metal arm back, he threw a punch downward that rocketed him upward, using the momentum and to Caitlyn. His arm wrapped around her waist as he caught her, he reached out with his metal and it gripped the wall and he slowly dragged him and Caitlyn down, his boots planting firmly on a horizontal beam.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice steady despite the exertion.

Caitlyn clutched his chest, her heart racing. “I—I’m fine,” she stammered, trying to regain her composure. “You sure you wanna follow us this way?” He asked with a slight grin, She huffed, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I’m perfectly capable, thank you very much.”

“Sure.” He smirks and they land on the ground, he lets go and she dusts herself off.

“Welcome to the Lanes.” He shrugged as Vi walked off.

“My little sister could do that when she was seven. All us fissure folk can. Don't you want to blend in?” She stepped off, and (Y/n) noticed her, new jacket. “Hm.. nice jacket.” He said, Vi gave him a glance and they all followed, where? Jerichos!

Vi was scarfing down whatever food Jericho was serving, Cait kept her head down and covered her enforcer uniform, (Y/n) wasn’t interested in whatever she was eating.

“Oh, Jericho! Have I missed these.” She said, her glance turns to (Y/n). She offers a, bit?

“No. Thank you.” He replies, she shrugged, “You're missing out.” She chuckled.

“Are you going to question him?” Cait asked them.

“About what? The meat?” Vi asked, (Y/n) looked at Jericho who chops the unsavory food with a rusty and probably bacteria filled knife.

“Ugh, Definitely not above board.” (Y/n) scoffed, Cait leaned in.

“Silco. His connections? Isn't that why we're here?” (Y/n) attempted to speak but Vi decided to, which lead to nothing but bickering.

“We're here because I'm hungry. Do you know what prison food is like? No, of course, you don't.” Vi started

“Unbelievable. I didn't break you out of jail to eat... slop. I knew this was a terrible idea. You don't actually know anything, do you?” Caitlyn scolded Vi, (Y/n) gently tapped the table and Jericho slipped him a note, he nodded and they turn to Caitlyn.

“Little word of advice, if you’re looking for someone dangerous and with connections, don’t ask every person out loud about them, you’ll wind up in a ditch like that.” (Y/n) and vi leave, and Caitlyn feeling a bit dumbfounded follows. They head along an overpass that has a perfect view of the Last Drop, Vi and (Y/n) watch it, silent. In a sense, mourning.

“Well, that place does look like it has bodies buried in the basement.” Cait said, Vi scoffed and stormed off.

“You don't know anything.” She sounded hurt, Cait turned to (Y/n). “Don’t take it to heart..” he said a bit sad, and walked past her.

“So, what was the message this Jericho gave you?” Cait asked. “A place that isn’t under Silco’s thumb, a place we can get info.” He explained and they stopped at a less than, reputable company.

“The one place all the secrets are spilled.” Vi said, they open the door and enter a risqué establishment full of, very cozy parties, giggles and erotic laughter fills the room, Cait was a bit, perplexed by all of this. They even walk past a few in suits that aren’t particularly child friendly.

“How exactly do you propose we go about this?” Cait asked, (Y/n) smirked, and turned to the two women.

“Simple, Let 'em think you work here.” (Y/n) explained. “Excuse me? I will not.” Cait had much more self respect than that. (Y/n) sighed, Vi decided to add it in.

“You know what your problem is?” Vi starts,

“Please. Tell me.” Cait retorts.

“You expect everyone to give you what you want. If you really want people to talk to you, you have to let them think you have what they want.” Vi explained.

“And what do I have?” Cait reluctantly asked, the two Zaunites crept up, somewhat forcing her against the wall.

“You're hot, cupcake.” They say at the same time, Cait was a blushing mess, (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“But.. you know what they say Vi, two is better than one.” He winks at her, Vi’s smirk slowly faded as he then crept up on her.

“You got this tough, strong.. beautiful build, nice eyes, and that face tat? She’d hot, you’re gorgeous.” He smirked, “Absolutely not—“ Vi started, but (Y/n) had already found a girl for them. He gingerly pulled her arm. “Hey there.” He whispered, the masked girl gasped.

“I'm Pim. What's your name?” That’s unimportant. But this is Matilda and.. Rose~” But you can call them whatever you want.” He turned to Vi and Cait, and Cait decided to go with the plan.

“Ah, yes. Matilda. My parents named me Matilda. After my great-grandmother Matilda, the, uh—“ (Y/n) walked off, his allusive eyes trailing all along different rooms, as music begin to interlay into his ears. Sevika, was coincidentally at this establishment, gambling in the back of the place.

 “I wake up to the sounds Of the silence that arouse~”

 “From my mind to run around, Put my ear up to the ground”

 “I'm searching to behold The stories that I told”

 “My back is to the world That was smiling when I turned”

 …Tell you you're the greatest…

But once you turn they hate uuuuus..

Oh, the misery~

 Everybody wants to be my enemy!~

Spare the sympathy!

 Everybody wants to be my enemy!

 Look out for yourself

 My enemy.. y..y…y…

 Look out for yourself

 But I'm ready

 Your words up on the wall As you'rе prayin' for my fall

 And the laughter in thе halls And the names that I've been called

 I stuck it in my mind And I'm waiting for the time

 When I show you what it's like To be worse than am I!!

“Tell you, you’re the greatest…

“But once you turn, they hate us!”

BAM!

(Y/n)’s boot found its way right to Sevika’s jaw, she fell and the other gamblers ran off, spitting up blood she looked at the man approaching. “V…Vander?” She said, (Y/n) leaned in, and grabbed her by the shirt and lifted her to her feet, slamming her hard into the brick wall.

“You fucking traitor….” He gippee her throat with his biotic arm was trying to choke the life out of Sevika.

“Vander had his chance.” She responded, before chin checking him with an uppercut, (Y/n) stumbled back, and Sevika revealed her own biotic arm, (Y/n) shook his head and took off his coat, showing off the original.

“Poser.” He said with a deep growl.

With a roar, Sevika lunged forward, her massive arm swinging in a wide arc. He sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blow as her fist crashed into the brick wall, sending chunks of debris flying. With her arm jabbed in the wall had kicked her hind leg and she went down to one knee and caught a mean right to the mouth.

Sevika snarled and swung her free hand at his head, but (Y/n) ducked, slipping behind her and locking his arms around her waist. With a grunt of effort, he lifted her off the ground and slammed her into the pavement with a thunderous suplex.

The impact rattled the alley, and Sevika groaned, but she was far from finished. She rolled to her feet with surprising agility for her size and charged again, aiming a wild haymaker at (Y/n)’s head.

He raised his metal arm to block, the two mechanical forces colliding with a deafening clang. The shockwave vibrated through his bones, but he held firm, twisting her arm and stepping into her space.

He hooked his leg behind hers and shoved forward, sending her sprawling onto her back. Before she could rise, he dropped onto her, grappling for control of her mechanical arm. She roared and bucked beneath him, her sheer power nearly dislodging him, but he held on, locking her arm in a firm grip.

“Get OFF me!” Sevika bellowed, her metal arm sparking as she thrashed.

“Tell me what I want to know! Now!” He roared. Sevika growled and rolled, using her weight to throw him off. (Y/n) hit the ground hard, but he recovered quickly, rolling to his feet just as Sevika charged again.

This time, she feinted high and struck low, her mechanical arm sweeping at his legs. He jumped, narrowly avoiding the blow, and landed behind her. Just as Sevika turned around he delivered a staggering shoulder check. The impact was like a missile hitting her chest, the force of the slam cracking the brickwork. Sevika coughed, momentarily winded, before she can recover, a quickly combo catches her off guard. (Y/n) starts delivering furious combinations of lefts and rights. (Y/n) couldn’t understand why but the only word in his vocabulary at the moment was “MINK!” Sevika was able to put her guard up, but she retaliated with a sharp elbow to his ribs, forcing him to step back her.

She swung again, and this time, her fist connected with his side, sending him skidding across the alley. He groaned, clutching his ribs as he pushed himself up.

“Damn.. this is tough” he muttered, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

Sevika rushed him again, but (Y/n) was ready. He ducked under her swing, grabbed her by the waist, release suplexed backward into a stack of crates. The wood splintered under the force of their impact, he capitalized on her momentary disorientation. He rushed over, Yanking Sevika into his grasp and threw hee again with a reverse belly to belly supplex, Sevika slammed against the ground hard, (Y/n) had enough strength for another slam, before Sevika could figure out what country she’s in, he grabbed her arm pulled her in and twisted his body to deliver a judo slam into another crate. He picked up Sevika and pinned her against the wall. He raised his mechanical fist. “You know what this is? This is the combination of both of our works, it builds up energy into a single explosive wave, you know what I call it?” He cocks back his fist

“The powder Keg” a single punch echoed, the impact sent Sevika though the brinks and into the street. The alley fell silent except for the sound of Sevika’s labored breathing. She groaned, her mechanical arm twitching as the power core flickered.

(Y/n) went full Mount and gripped her shirt.

“Where's Powder? Where's he keeping her?”

“Keeping her? You mean Jinx? She works for him.” Sevika chuckled, (Y/n) cocked his fist back but gets her hands stabbed into his side for his hard work, the metal fingers tear though his flesh as he gasped for hair, he fell back, the potential cracked ribs mixed with the blood loss is causing a lot of issues, (Y/n) rolls on his front and tries to stand up. Sevika laughed as she sat up and approached him, she delivered a hard kick to his wounded side and he rolls on his back in pain. Sevika grinned, she raised her foot to stomp him out.

“I’ll send you straight to your dad.” She smirked, and a bullet flies and hits her arm, she stumbled back. Footsteps echo and Vi quickly rounds the corner and eyes Sevika. She growls and took a step forward, Sevika looked up to see Cait has her scope and rifle trained on her. “Don’t gotta worry about me, you’ve got bigger issues.” Sevika crept into the dark as Vi spots (Y/n)’s labored breath, she rushed to his side as he gripped his wound.

“Why did you let her go?” He muttered, Cait disassembled her rifle.

“Do you ever say "thank you?" Cait asked, “Yeah, it was kind of dumb to fight her on your own.”

“I’ll have you know.. I was… winning” he said, Vi stood back up, “You’re looking like real winner right now.” She smirked. “So a “thank you Vi and Cait” would save you.”

(Y/n) let out a long sigh, “Thank you.. Vi and Cait.” He says, and offered his hand, Vi helps him up and using her shoulder to prop himself up. “That’s what you get for trying to pimp us out” she smirked.

“You're an all-right shot Kiramman..” he chuckled, and immediately wheezed in pain as he’s taken away.

“I'm an excellent shot.” She said gaining some confidence.

I still don’t know how to make a tag list so if someone could explain that to me I’d appreciate it, thank you.

Here’s the Start of a taglist? I guess? Idk: @dallaski

#male reader #netflix #caitlyn arcane #jinx arcane #arcane x male reader #arcane x reader #arcane #vi x caitlyn x reader #vi x male reader #vi x you #vi x y/n #caitlyn league of legends #caitlyn kiramman #Ornii

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agustdef · 3 months ago

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Stress

Pairing: JayB/Lim Jaebeom x Reader

Genre: Light Fluff, Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 760

Warning: One "cuss" word.

Rating: PG

Author's Note: Random little fluff piece.

“Go to hell!”

The shouting had been nothing but background noise until that was uttered. There was so much malice in it and it was very out of character.

YN’s head snapped up, eyes leaving the book she was reading to look across the room at her boyfriend. Anger was strong in his eyes and he was staring her down. Unconsciously she shrunk back and she could feel her heart rate pick up.

“Me?” she whispered, her finger pointed at her chest.

That rage on his face dissipated and he quickly made his way across the room to her. He squatted down to her seated height and smiled at her. Or at least tried to. YN noted it was more like a grimace, which made sense seeing as he was pissed only seconds before.

His hand moved to caress the side of her face and she leaned into the warmth of it.

“No, not you, baby. Never you.”

Such soft words helped calm her down, despite the fact that she’d known that she wasn’t the intended target of the words. He’d been on the phone for almost an hour trying to work out some deal with a producer and things were at a stalemate. They both seemed to want the same things, but the other guy was being very anal about how to proceed and taking the ‘my way or the highway’ approach to things. Which was something Jaebeom was used to, but in this case he was putting his foot down so that no time was wasted doing things in such a convoluted fashion. Though with all the back and forth it was clear that time and energy would be wasted either way.

“I’m guessing this won’t be resolved before we leave?” she asked.

A loud sigh pushed past his lips and the anger filtered back in. Along with what appeared to be exhaustion. He shook his head.

YN set her book onto the end table and scooted over a little, patting the space beside her on the love seat. Like the million other times she’s done it, Jaebeom got onto the couch and placed his head on her lap. Her fingers slid into his hair with that same kind of ease, softly massaging his scalp.

“Do you want to cancel it?”

A response of no came in the form of a head shake.

“Push it back?”

Head shake.

“Shorten it?”

And another head shake.

None of those were the answers that she wanted to go with, but first and foremost she knew how much work meant to Jaebeom and wanted to be accommodating of that, especially when things were picking up in his solo career. Plus, despite all the work and fight he’d used to ensure that his group was able to keep their music and name, he wasn’t really that person in general. It was hard on him to always have to stand his ground and more so with him entering spaces where being an idol meant people thought they could take advantage of him in little ways or that he would just be agreeable.

Which is why YN was often one of the people in his corner who had to remind him his voice mattered and that if he saw something worth pushing for then he should do it without worry of the blowback.

“Ok, I have another idea. One I’m not sure you’ll like.”

He hums.

“You send him an email with all your points and what you don’t agree with about his. Then end it by telling him you’re going to be out of reach for a week. Then you can leave that phone here and come back to d…”

“Yes.”

She raised a brow, surprised he didn’t even let her finish and that he agreed without any questions. Which further proved how out of sorts the whole thing had him.

“That easy?”

“Mhm.”

Laughter escaped her and she leaned down, pressing a kiss to his head.

###

Calls, texts, and emails were almost in the hundreds when they got back home from their trip. Despite how clear Jaebeom was about he was going on his vacation and would be unreachable, it was enough to get the producer to pull his head out of his ass and be much more willing to come to a compromise. Which was the outcome that Jaebeom wanted the entire time. He wasn’t looking to be the sole decision maker, just to have his thoughts heard, understood and to find common ground to make things easier on both sides.

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cloudcountry · 1 year ago

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I need Jamil with a male crush who is kinda impossible to embarrass with teasing.

Like if Jamil teases him, he'll respond by:

A. Bluntly responding in a literal manner (ex: "Aw, it's almost as if you love me" "of course, to me you're the most sublime creature in Twisted Wonderland")

B. A witty/teasing reply

C. He'll go very pink but he won't hide it and has the biggest smile on his face

Basically, the reader makes no effort to hide how much he absolutely adores Jamil. How does Jamil go about flirting and asking him out properly?

SUMMARY: male!reader takes great pleasure in watching jamil squirm (lovingly <3)

COMMENTS: so many jamil requests woooow hes so popular!! isnt his birthday coming up. am i crazy.

Jamil doesn’t understand how one boy can send him into hysterics. Well, not exactly hysterics, as he seems put together to everyone else. Rest assured, on the inside, you have him confused and calculating his next move.

He doesn’t know what your next course of action will be or if you have an ulterior motive or not. You’re clearly not trying to reach Kalim, he notices how quickly you ditch Kalim for him every time you see him around.

He ignores how satisfied that makes him. He is not reveling in your attention even a little bit. Maybe it would be reassuring if you had some angle that you were working, but he’s sure you don’t because you’re just not that kind of guy. He’d be able to tell if you were someone like him.

He still remembers the first time you pulled something on him, smiling so kindly and giving him praise after he’d made a meal for Scarabia. You’d offered to help too, but he’d shut you down immediately out of instinct.

Throughout the night you kept finding ways to talk to him, playing various board games with him and cracking jokes to make him laugh. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, not for you, but then you said he looked so nice when he smiled.

It was unexpected. Such a simple compliment and such a lovestruck gaze were all it took to have him freezing in place, unsure of how to proceed. He finally manages to get out that your smile is lovely too (a compliment for a compliment.)

You don’t take the compliment and leave it alone, no. You start raving about how pretty his hair is, and how his eyes are the most gorgeous color, and how it’s lovely how he’s so competent and wow he’s so smart...

“Careful,” Jamil warns, “If you keep flattering people like that they’ll start to think you’re after something.”

“I’m only after one thing.” you lean closer, a stupid grin on your face and for a second Jamil takes you seriously, “Your heart.”

Ever since that day, it’s been like a competition between the two of you. Jamil makes a smug remark and you hit back twice as hard. Sometimes you’ll laugh to yourself and he can tell you’re flustered from your body language alone.

His flirting can come off as a bit awkward or even frustrated if you can read him well enough, but that’s only because he’s trying to get a leg up on you and you’re not giving him anything to stand on.

Like, come on. Do you have to be such a genuine, good-hearted guy that you just say what you mean? There’s no game for Jamil to even play?

Eventually it all comes to a head one day when Jamil pulls you aside, more exasperated than he’s ever been. He isn’t aiming to confess, but the way he talks about all of your interactions and how frustrated he is about not being able to pin down your character makes it obvious.

So obvious, of course, that you start smiling and giving him that lovestruck look again! He’ll get even more agitated, demanding that you spit out whatever you’re trying to do and just get this over with because he is at his wit’s end—

“I just love you.” you say. And that’s all you say.

Ultimately, I don’t think Jamil would confess first. I think he’d be way too far into his own head because of your way of approaching him to even think of it. Jamil is playing mind games and you’re just openly adoring him!

TAGLIST -> jamil's jewels . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

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bekkathyst · 7 months ago

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Hey folks, this post is super personal and basically a long rant about health issues and the state of the healthcare system, so please proceed with caution especially if any of that is triggering to you. But if anyone else who maybe has some experience with these things and wants to offer some advice, I welcome it because I’m truly at a loss right now.

I’m really trying to be hopeful that my health issues will get figured out and I’ll finally get help for what I think is an autoimmune condition that is existing just under the diagnosable levels, but I’m losing any faith I had left in the healthcare system. The truth is I haven’t felt normal since 2021. I never felt better than I did while I was pregnant and then the year afterward. (Aside from the blood pressure issues at first lol) I keep find myself missing who I was back then. I was able to do so much, hike so far and high up, I had so much energy and I felt great. My blood pressure was under control, my blood sugar was perfect without restricting what I ate, my body wasn’t constantly inflamed and in pain, I didn’t have multiple migraines a month, and I didn’t have problems sleeping. I keep asking myself over and over what I did differently then, but I just can’t understand why I got so bad so quickly while they keep telling me it’s my fault because I’m just fat and not eating well or exercising enough. It’s maddening and I’m tired of hearing that. The reason I’m not exercising as much any more is because I’m constantly in pain or dealing with being sick. (And I eat SO well, better than I ever have before like wtf. And I do still exercise to be clear, I’m in nature every change I get.)

I was really hoping that I wasn’t going to face this here like I did in America, but it really seems like doctors just do not care about your symptoms and if you’re not presenting with the exact blood levels they studied to diagnose things, they’re just convinced you’re either making everything up or exaggerating.

So far I know I have: insulin resistance, high blood pressure (managed), PCOS, I’m hypermobile (which has been confirmed but no one’s bothered to look into it and any possible comorbidities), I have lipedema in my arms, hips, and thighs, chronic migraines, subclinical hypothyroidism, iron deficient anemia that I have to keep getting infusions for, and basically my whole life I’ve had headaches and heart palpitations. Phew.

I’m just at a loss here. This past year alone I’ve gained 30 lbs without changing anything, and if I bring this up I’m just told to stop eating carbs which is just absolutely not helpful. It’s clearly a symptom of whatever is going on and not the other way around. I’m so tired! And on top of the usual symptoms, I now spend basically October through April being sick with various coughs, infections, etc with little breaks of being normal in between.

Has anyone else dealt with this and have you found anything that’s helped? I try really hard to take care of myself, but it feels like these days nothing is really making a difference anymore.

#original #personal

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oldwritingm · 2 years ago

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Creepypasta/MH - Walking With Them

Characters: Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Tim/Masky

Clockwork

She walks pretty slowly

She likes to take her time when walking

Not because she’s admiring her surroundings, no; those don’t really interest her

She’s actually lost in her own thoughts

She’ll be staring at the sky, one hand holding her other wrist behind her, walking languidly, smiling subtly when she thinks of something that pleases her

So if you like quiet, slow, scenic walks, she’s your gal

If you do try to make conversation, she’ll indulge you

She won’t pick up the pace though; now she’s walking slow to prolong the conversation

She likes to think through her answers, only voicing things that she’s chewed on thoroughly before speaking

I like to think that she’s a deep conversationalist like that

Of course, if you want to talk about something more lighthearted, she’s still game

But if you ask her to walk faster, that’s when she’ll shoot you a judging look

She’ll ask why, and if you have a good reason she will pick up the pace

Otherwise she’ll just be like “no” and proceed as if you’d never even asked

Nina the Killer

She is holding your hand. Or your arm. Or even just the hem of your shirt. Period.

Doesn’t matter if you’re just friends or dating, she likes to get touchy with people she likes

It’s just her way of feeling close to you

She’ll cling especially close if it’s cold out

She’ll probably chat idly as you guys walk, unless she’s listening to music

She always offers you an earbud when she does

You can expect 2000s pop, scene, and emo music

She’ll bob her head to the beat sometimes, and her smile will double if you join her

Whether you’re listening to music or not, she has a tendency to let her eyes wander while she walks

If she sees anything that catches her eye, she’ll point it out to you

Sometimes it’s someone’s haircut or outfit, sometimes it’s a squirrel, sometimes it’s a random pebble on the sidewalk… it could be anything

Plain old walking is so boring, she’s just trying to make it more interesting for herself

That being said, she doesn’t really try to walk quickly or anything

She’s usually able to entertain herself enough that she doesn’t feel the need to

But if you’re in a hurry she’ll keep up with whatever pace you set

Otherwise she prefers an average pace

Jeff the Killer

He’s either running or speed walking. No in between

He’s efficient like that; if he has somewhere to be, he’s not wasting time commuting

Murdering people has contributed to this habit

If you can’t keep up, he’ll grab your hand and drag you

Once you get too tired to run any more he just tells you how slow you are

Depending on the situation, he might just abandon you

He probably won’t if you’re close, but again, it really depends

If you ask him to stay with you he will, though he’ll grumble the whole time

Sometimes he does like a little scenic walk

This would be the only time that he deliberately walks “slow”

He’s naturally a fast walker, that’s why I’d say “slow” with heavy air quotes

This is also the only time that he won’t mind going a little slower for you

If you’re joining him on the walk, it’s because he wants you to, and he’s not going to leave you behind

You guys will probably link arms or hold hands, just to make sure you walk at the same speed, of course

Eyeless Jack

Another fast walker

He has long legs, plus he’s often in situations which he needs to get away quick

Unlike Jeff, if you can’t keep up, he’ll offer to give you a piggy back

He’s strong like that 💪 (despite his lanky frame)

Also unlike Jeff, he doesn’t really like scenic walks

He might go with you if you ask him, but he wouldn’t choose to go on his own

Being out in the open just feels risky to him, no matter how remote he is

He’d much rather stick to the indoors, or staying in one spot to hide

This ties back into his fast walking pace

If he needs to get somewhere, he’s getting there ASAP

And if he needs to carry you to keep you with him, so be it

He’s not abandoning you; he really prefers to know where you are

Especially when you’re supposed to be with him

Tim/Masky

Honestly pretty chill when it comes to walking

Unless you have somewhere to be, he’s fine matching your pace

He does have a tendency to get a little out of breath though, so he can’t keep up for very long if you’re running/jogging

Also, he doesn’t really like to be touching

Might talk, might not, depends on his mood

If he’s not feeling talkative, he’ll listen to you rant

He’ll give little signs that he’s listening, but won’t offer much in terms of lengthy responses

If neither of you want to talk, he’s also cool sharing music

He likes your playlist(s), and is weirdly cagey about his own

It’s not that he’s embarrassed about his music taste, he just doesn’t like to share

He also likes to walk in silence though

Especially if you’re somewhere nice and scenic

He’ll be looking around, a rare peaceful expression on his face

He might even try to grab your hand or lock your pinkies

As a walking enjoyer, this brought me great joy to compose :) hope y’all enjoyed it!! Take care honey bunches <33

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kikyoupdates · 4 months ago

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Girlfriend-For-Hire ⭑˚🦋⭑ 𝟶𝟽

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship.

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“Come here, little ducks. I’ve got a bunch of yummy seeds for you guys to eat.”

You crouch down, leaning closer to the edge of the lake as you scatter seeds across the water’s surface. They all come flocking around, trying to gather the food up as quickly as they can.

“They like it,” you beam towards Liam. “Good idea bringing all these seeds along. It’s been a while since I got to do something like this.”

Liam smiles back. “Don’t mention it. You look like you’re having fun.”

“Mhm! I love animals. They’re so cute and interesting. And even if we don’t completely understand them, it’s cool how they find different ways of communicating with us.”

“Yeah, there’s all kinds of crazy stuff going on in the animal kingdom. Animals are a lot smarter than some people give them credit for.” Liam pauses for a moment, then sheepishly scratches his head. “When I was younger I actually wanted to become a veterinarian. But obviously there’s a lot of work that goes into that sort of thing. Even if I went to university, I’m not sure I would’ve had what it takes.”

Axel leans over his boyfriend’s shoulder and pouts. “Don’t say that, babe. You’re super smart. You always learn things way faster than I do. I bet you could have easily done it. And it’s never too late to start, right?”

“It’s fine,” Liam chuckles, tousling Axel’s hair. “It’s not like I’m not happy with my current career. I was just imagining another outcome, that’s all.”

“Well, if you ever find something else you want to try, I’ll be right behind you. You should be able to do whatever makes you happy.”

Axel wraps his arms around Liam and gives him a big hug, and even though this date is technically supposed to be between all three of you, you can’t help but feel like you’re slightly out of place. They’ve just got such a sweet and lovey-dovey relationship. It’s enough to make you blush.

“Thanks for saying you’d support me,” Liam smiles. He squeezes Axel’s hand, then crouches down beside you. “Anyways, I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent. I just wanted to say I really like animals too. Oh!”

His eyes widen, and at first you’re not sure why, but then you follow his gaze and realize that one of the smaller ducks has decided to climb out of the water. It stands up on its cute webbed feet, spends a few moments shaking its tail feathers off, then proceeds to tilt its head at you and stare.

“I think it might want to say hi,” Liam whispers, being careful not to scare the duck off.

“That or it wants more birdseed,” you whisper back.

“Ah. Yeah, that’s probably it.”

“I’ve heard ducks can be pretty aggressive, you know,” Axel remarks to no one in particular. You notice that he’s not getting close to the duck like you and Liam. He’s probably not that big on animals.

“You’re probably thinking of geese,” Liam dismisses.

“Nah, ducks too. I’ve definitely heard that they can get really territorial and stuff.”

“Is that why you’re standing so far back? Because you’re scared of this one little duck?”

“...no.”

Axel crosses his arms and frowns, but he still doesn’t step up, so honestly, it’s not too convincing.

You and Liam exchange knowing looks, even chuckling a few times under your breaths, but before you can consider teasing Axel any more, the duck walks right up to you and lets out a proud, resounding quack.

“Aww,” you gush. “Look at this cutie.”

“He’s adorable,” Liam nods in agreement. “Here, little guy. We’ve still got lots of seeds left for you.”

Both of you hold out hands filled with birdseed. The duck takes a moment to ponder its options, then starts pecking at the seeds directly from your palm. You giggle at the sensation of its beak nuzzling your skin.

“Damn, lucky!” Liam whines. “I want to feed him too.”

“We can take turns. Here, I’ll pull my hand away so he can go over to you next.”

You do just that, and unsurprisingly, the duck heads directly towards the nearest source of food. Liam’s eyes are practically glowing with excitement as he watches the duck happily eat straight from his hand.

Axel shakes his head. “Man. Aren’t you guys scared he’ll bite your fingers off?”

“Ducks don’t have teeth, Axel,” Liam sighs. He gives you a look that seems to say, ‘Sorry about him. He’s hardly a duck connoisseur.’

“But they can still bite, I’m pretty sure.”

“Are you seriously scared of ducks? How am I just now finding out about this?”

“Pfft.” You giggle and tentatively reach a hand out while Liam feeds the duck, and as chance as would have it, the duck sits still and lets you pet its back (much to Axel’s horror).

Honestly, if it was up to just you and Liam, you probably would have played with the ducks for an absurd amount of time, but you feel bad that Axel isn’t being included in this activity, so you suggest doing something else.

“That was fun, but you mentioned wanting to get something to eat, right?”

“Yes,” Axel says, exhaling loudly. “Yes, finally. No more ducks. I don’t want to see any more ducks ever again.”

Liam shakes his head. “I still can’t believe my boyfriend is scared of ducks.”

“I already said I’m not scared of them! Anyways, whatever! Let’s just go!”

He storms off comically, and once again, you and Liam proceed to look at each other and burst out laughing.

You walk back the way you came from and eventually leave the park. Axel already seems to have a few places in mind for where you can go to grab food, and he looks excited to voice his suggestions.

“This place has really good reviews,” Axel beams as he swings the front door open.

“I’m sure it’ll be great. You always know how to pick them,” Liam encourages. Axel nods happily and steps inside the restaurant, and while his back is turned, Liam leans in to whisper in your ear. “Please just humor him. Even if the food’s bad, try not to let it show. He gets really bummed out about these kinds of things.”

So, he’s scared of ducks and also gets all pouty when things don’t go his way. That’s kind of cute.

You sit down at one of the booths and start skimming through the menu. Thankfully, it looks pretty promising. Odds are that everything will taste great and Axel’s feelings will be spared.

You end up being seated right in between Axel and Liam, which feels a bit strange, since it’s sort of like you’re acting as a barrier between the couple. They seem fine with it though, and you suppose this is supposed to be a date involving you as well. So far it’s felt more like hanging out with your friends, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially since you’re getting paid on top of everything else.

“What are you gonna get, [Name]?”

Axel leans over, bumping shoulders with you in the process. The booth is big enough for the three of you to sit comfortably, but he isn’t shy about getting close. The lack of distance makes your face heat up a little bit. These guys really are way too attractive for their own good.

“I’m not sure yet,” you admit, hoping it’s not too obvious that you’re blushing. “What about you? Have you already decided?”

“Sure have,” he grins. “I’m getting the steak. And the ribs. And the spicy hot wings.”

That’s a lot of protein…

“Axel has a big appetite,” Liam says, flipping through the menu. “I keep telling him he eats way too much meat and needs more variety in his diet, but he doesn’t listen.”

“How is my fault that meat tastes so good?”

“Your body’s going to hate you one day when you’re not young and fit. I also don’t understand how your skin always looks so nice, even with all the junk you eat.” Liam sighs and lightly pats his cheeks. “Meanwhile, I break out constantly if I’m not careful.”

“Being a model full-time sure sounds difficult,” you frown. “I obviously don’t know all the details, but I’ve heard it’s really hard always staying in perfect shape.”

“It depends. Some people you work with are more lenient than others, but yeah. I’ve definitely met my fair share of assholes that made me adhere to ridiculous standards. That’s just the industry, though. It’s super competitive, so you need to be willing to go above and beyond. Which is why I’m getting a salad today.”

“He works so hard,” Axel sniffles. “I would literally kill myself if I ever had to eat a salad.”

You chuckle, but in all honesty, you doubt he was kidding.

Eventually, you figure out what you want to eat, and soon enough, the server comes back with all your orders. Axel’s dishes alone cover the majority of the table. Setting aside the fact that it’s literally just meat, the sheer quantity that he’s about to consume is enough to make you feel ill.

You decide to avoid looking at his side of the table and just focus on yourself.

“It’s good,” you remark, and you’re not just saying that to make Axel happy. The food is good. Going to this restaurant was the right decision after all.

“My salad’s really good too,” Liam nods.

“How good can it possibly be? It’s a salad,” Axel shudders, as if merely uttering the word causes him immense pain.

Liam shoots him a pointed glare out of the corner of his eye, and Axel proceeds to take a big bite out of his ribs, unbothered. Meanwhile, you struggle to hide the smile spreading across your lips. Being with these two is a lot of fun.

“Oh. [Name], you’ve got a little something on your face,” Axel suddenly remarks.

“I do?”

Your face reddens. How embarrassing. You’re not usually a messy eater, which is why you’re surprised to see Axel reaching towards you with a napkin. You squeeze your eyes shut so he can gently pat the napkin across the corners of your mouth.

“Th-Thanks,” you say. “I appreciate it.”

Axel grins. “It’s no big deal. There were only a few crumbs. I just wanted to try doing that. So, now it’s your turn, right?”

He gestures towards the little patches of sauce on his face, which you were debating telling him about, but he clearly seems aware. It’s no surprise he’s made a mess, considering the loaded meal he’s been chowing down on.

You chuckle softly. “Alright, then. Hold still so I can clean this up for you.”

Axel beams at you, clearly happy as can be. He didn’t initially strike you as the type who enjoys being spoiled, but then again, he’s scared of ducks and refuses to eat vegetables, so perhaps it’s not all that surprising.

Your back is turned towards Liam the whole while, so it goes without saying that you don’t notice the pained look in his eyes.

“All done,” you say, and Axel sighs disappointedly.

“That felt so nice,” he whines. “Will you play with my hair later? I love it when Liam plays with my hair.”

“I can just do that for you at home,” Liam suggests, a slight desperation in his voice.

“But I want [Name] to do it for me,” Axel insists. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close while grinning. “[Name]’s so cute and nice. I can’t believe you’re not actually dating someone for real. People are seriously missing out.”

You blush again. The flattery is practically nonstop with this guy. Well, you suppose you aren’t complaining, and it's nice to know that he’s having a good day.

“...yeah. She’s really cute and nice,” Liam mumbles in agreement. He smiles at you, briefly, then turns away and starts poking at his salad.

For just a second, his expression looked a bit off. Were you imagining it?

“Man, I don’t want today to end,” Axel sighs, still hugging you. “I can’t wait for us to do this again. You’re fine with that, right, [Name]? You’d be open to seeing us again?”

“Of course,” you nod. “I’ve been having a great day. You two are a lot of fun to be around. What about you, Liam? Would you want to do this again sometime?”

Liam freezes up. Once again, he’s surprised that you’re bothering to check with him. He’s so used to Axel leading the conversation. He’s got a big personality and has a tendency to sweep everyone up in his own pace.

But you were right to ask him. Initially, Axel said this would only be a one time thing, and he agreed to it just to make him happy. However, it’s clear now that he isn’t comfortable doing this. You’re a great person, and he genuinely enjoys being around you, but he’s not sure he can ever imagine sharing his boyfriend with someone else. It’s nothing personal. It’s just… not something he feels okay doing.

So, he needs to be vocal about this and tell Axel how he feels. Surely then, he’ll understand. The fact that he was willing to even try should already count for something. It has to.

Liam offers you an appreciative look, then turns towards Axel.

“I’m—”

“Liam wants to do this again too. Of course he does,” Axel says, waving his hand and practically dismissing him before he can get a word in. “We talked about it before. And he would’ve told me if he wasn’t having a good time.”

Liam desperately tries to hide the shock on his face.

What? He… never promised anything. All he said was that he would try this out and make his decision afterwards. Why is Axel acting like it’s already a sure thing that he’ll want to keep going?

“Today’s been great,” Axel hums. He leans up against you, shoving your body closer to Liam’s and effectively pushing you into his arms. “Going on a date is way more fun with all three of us. Right, Liam?”

Axel finally meets Liam’s gaze, and the look in his eyes is so painfully expectant that Liam can’t think of a way to refuse. He knows he should. He’s an adult, with his own voice and his own opinions. But for some reason… it feels wrong. It feels like he’s not allowed to do what he wants and risk upsetting Axel in the process.

Liam hasn’t had a relationship worth protecting until now. He’s only dated losers, assholes, or shitty girls who went behind his back and cheated on him. That’s why he’s so afraid. He’s afraid that saying the wrong words will ruin the best thing that ever happened to him.

And so, he buckles.

“Yeah,” Liam smiles. He’s used to forcing a smile. He does it for work all the time. “It’s been a lot of fun. We should definitely do this again.”

You stare at him long and hard. Part of you still gets this strange feeling, this feeling that he isn’t being completely transparent. But you’re not the one who can make this choice for him, and he’s had every opportunity to come forward with the truth.

“Great,” you smile back. “I’m happy to hear it.”

Axel lets out a happy cheer, and even leans across the booth so that he can pull Liam into his arms as well. Between the three of you, it’s hot, stuffy, and there’s not much wiggle room, but Axel seems to be loving every moment of it.

Liam’s eyes lower to the ground.

It’s okay. Just one more time. He’ll go on just one more date, and then he’ll tell Axel how he really feels.

Definitely.

It’s late. Normally, at this time of the night, you would be curled up inside your apartment, either doing homework, watching TV, or scrolling mindlessly through your phone. It’s nearly time for you to be going to bed, but instead of sitting comfortably at home, you’re standing out in the chilly night air, dressed in a skirt that you grossly underestimated how short it is.

And what’s the reason for all of this?

Your job, of course.

“[Name]! Hell yeah, you actually made it,” Callum grins.

He walks over to greet you in a hug, but you’re too preoccupied with shivering from your poor choice of dress, so you give him a half-hearted fist bump instead.

There’s a party on campus tonight. Well, there’s probably several parties on campus, but this is the one that Callum invited you to, because he heard that Nadia would be going as well. And since he fully intends to make her jealous and eventually win her back—a plan that you still aren’t totally convinced by—he hired you to come out and be here with him.

“You look really nice,” Callum says. He offers you a lazy, but well-meaning smile. You appreciate the compliment, and you were hoping you looked nice, but right now you’re honestly freezing your ass off. The sooner you get inside, the better.

“Thanks,” you nod. “You look nice too. I, um. I like your t-shirt.”

Callum stares at you for a few moments, then throws his head back and explodes into laughter. “Haha! Ha, that’s good. You know, you really don’t have to force yourself to say something nice. Most guys don’t exactly put as much effort into their outfits as girls do.”

“It’s a nice t-shirt,” you shrug.

“Well, I appreciate you saying that. Come on,” he gestures, beckoning you along. “Let’s get going. This is around the time people were saying Nadia would be showing up. If we’re lucky, maybe we’ll run into her right from the beginning.”

You nod and follow him. Even though you still have your doubts about whether or not Nadia will actually want to get back together with him, you’re done worrying about it. He’s the client, and you’re here to do a job. All you can do is play your part, and play it well. You’re being paid whether or not his plan succeeds, and honestly? Part of you is hoping it won’t, only because they’re so clearly not good for each other. You want Callum to be able to move on with his life and find someone who treats him well. Someone who genuinely makes him happy.

But until that happens, you’re in for one hell of a ride.

“I mentioned before that some buddies of mine are gonna be at this party too, right? I think you’ll like them,” Callum says. He scratches his cheek, then laughs. “And they’ll probably like you too. None of my friends can really stand Nadia. They always tell me she’s a massive bitch and I need to drop her already.”

Yikes. Even his friends are advising him to find someone else, but he still has no intention of doing it. His relationship with Nadia truly is a horror show.

“Honestly, they’ll probably suggest I start dating you instead,” Callum adds in a casual, nonchalant tone.

“But we’re still telling them we’re just friends, because that’s what we agreed on. Right…?”

You blink warily. You hope this whole thing isn’t one big setup, because you’ll be really pissed off. If he deceives you again, then you have no intention of keeping him as a client.

“Don’t worry,” Callum reassures. “I’m only going to tell people that you’re my friend. I’m just assuming how they’ll react, because I know they’re desperate for me to date other girls apart from Nadia. They just really want her out of my life. Which I get, because again, she’s kind of fucking crazy.”

I am very much aware.

You let out a sigh. It’s weird to think that you’re being paid to essentially butt into someone else’s relationship. If someone had asked you how you would be earning money, you could never have predicted it would be like this.

Whatever. It doesn’t matter. There’s no shame in what you’re doing. If other people can hold their heads up high while working this job, then so can you.

“Looks like we’re here,” Callum says. He points towards a big house further up ahead, where there’s a line of people waiting outside to be let in. It’s even busier than you were expecting. You’re not much of a partygoer to begin with, but damn. You can already tell people are going to get wasted out of their minds.

Callum pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Hold up. I’m gonna text my friends and see where they’re at. One of them is pretty close with some of the frat guys, so I think we’ll be able to get in for free. We might be able to skip the line too.”

You nod and step back while you wait for him to do his thing. He’s trying to call his friends, but it looks like he might be having a hard time getting through to them, because no one’s picking up. They might already be in the house and can’t hear their phones ringing. The music is blasting even way out here, so you can only imagine how loud it is on the inside.

Pretty much all you can do is twiddle your thumbs while you wait for Callum to tell you what the plan is, so you absently walk around in place, hoping that it won’t be much longer—you’re seriously freezing.

All of a sudden, someone bumps into you from behind.

But it’s not a little bump. It’s not the kind of bump that just startles you and might make you look around in surprise.

No, it’s the kind of bump that knocks you flat onto the ground and lands you right on your palms and knees.

The kind of bump that was done on purpose.

“O-Ouch…”

You grit your teeth and wince. The fall was far from pleasant, and you know that your tights definitely ripped from the impact. It hurts like a bitch, and when you slowly peel one of your hands away from the concrete, the skin of your palm is covered in angry red scrapes. Part of it has even begun to bleed.

“Aw, I’m so sorry,” a nasally, disgustingly-fake voice cuts in. It’s a voice you recognize, unfortunately. You don’t even have to turn your head to know who it is.

But you do it anyway, and you’re met with a hateful grin.

“So sorry about that,” Nadia says, looking anything but. She twirls a lock of hair around one of her fingers and chuckles. “But it was really your fault for not looking where you were going. Maybe don’t walk around like an airhead next time, okay, love?”

You don’t say anything. You refuse to debase yourself and sink to her level. But either way, one thing is certain.

She’s not going to make this easy for you.

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lightlycareless · 5 months ago

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Thank you for feeding the Naoya lovers 💛💛

I have two requests

- Naoya and y/n playing the pocky game

- Naoya bought some lingerie for y/n and she’s trying them on infront of him

Smut or not I would still eat it up 😫

Hello!!!

Always my pleasure 🙈🙈🙈 tajkghkjagjtks I'm so grateful you enjoy my work 🥺💖💖💖!!!

Now, thank you so much for your requests heheh one of them (the pocky one) is actually something I've been thinking about for a while now; just stuff from the hs au. While the other... thanks for the suggestion, now I won't be able to keep it out of my head 😭😭

I will get to that one of course, but for now, let's start with the pocky one 😼

warnings: fluff, highschool au. y'all met in jujutsu high. :) naoya is redeemed by the power of love hahahahaaa

Happy reading!

You getting a boyfriend is certainly one of the best things that could’ve happened to you; from a teenaged, hopeless romantic perspective of course—because not only do you get to be with the potential love of your life (which he is, you’ve come to gleefully discover soon enough)

But also get the chance to go through the endless list of activities to do as a couple you’ve secretly prepared with anticipation.

Naoya, at first, was a bit distraught by your enthusiasm. Completely unaware if these were things couples normally did, thus naturally worried that he wouldn’t be able to fit your expectations; but he’d eventually grow accustomed to your witticisms and even suggest some himself.

Though the pocky game was your idea.

“A game?” Naoya raises an eyebrow. “How could anyone make a game with this?”

“I don’t know, some are just creative like that—but I still want to try it out, pretty please?” you smile, batting your eyes at him. He chuckles.

“You know you don’t have to beg; I’ll do whatever you ask.” He responds, kissing the top of your head. “So… how do we do this?”

“Well, it seems we just gotta pick a pocky, grab it with our lips, and eat it! The first one that breaks it, or pulls away, loses. So, no holding back, hm?”

“And that’s all?” Naoya responds, skeptical about the supposed easiness of the game. Surely there must be a trick—or reward, given what usually happens to those stubborn enough to remain. “Alright. Then I hope you’re prepared to lose, don’t think I’m going on easy just because it’s you, mochi.”

“Ha! What makes you think I’ll be the one needing mercy?” You smirk, taking out a pocky and placing it between your lips. “Come on, let’s start!”

Having set eyes on the prize, Naoya quickly takes the pocky and proceeds to act out the method that always seemed to earn him victories: swiftly and precisely, with no chance for error.

Unfortunately, he didn’t count on the fragility of the pocky, breaking the moment he took an ambitious, big bite that left you startled for a second, wide-eyed as you observed his piece fall down before letting out a chuckle, amused by his eagerness.

“You have to be patient, Naoya.” You say, taking out another pocky from the box. “Or you’re not going to win like that.”

“You know I can’t be patient, princess.” Not with things like this, anyways. And it doesn’t help he’s naturally competitive, even with you.

“You’ll have to try.” You reaffirm, placing another stick between your lips and starting the game once again—

Which was continuously interrupted by one reason or another, from Naoya’s consistent eagerness to your own miscalculations, seemingly unable to follow your own advice when victory appeared to be within your grasp.

And the opportunities were quickly running out, only a few sticks left before you’d need another box.

But the premise of such defeat isn’t something that perturbed your mind much, for your attention would solely dwell on the look Naoya put on when trying to get closed to you: burning, golden gaze, a prominent frown, alongside tensed lips and even a small drop of sweat sliding down his forehead…

It was the sight of someone who took this lighthearted moment too seriously, and such, indebted to ease his pressure as well as amused by his act, you put the final stop to it by laughing.

“Oh, Naoya, I can’t take you seriously like this!” you giggle, letting go of the pocky —the last one— much to Naoya’s dismay. “it’s just that you make this funny face… I can’t focus anymore!”

“Hey! I was close!” He exclaimed, sounding genuinely disappointed. Naoya had just gotten the hang of it, why did you suddenly decide you weren’t interested anymore?! “Let’s get another box, I’m not willing to end it like this.”

“I think we’ve tried enough, Naoya, I’m tired.” You say, further confusing him. Are you teasing him on purpose?

“Don’t you want to see who wins in the end?” He asks, you shake your head.

“It’s no fun if you get all stressed about it! Besides…” you then wrap your arms around his shoulders, gently pulling down to you and placing a kiss on his lips. “You don’t need to win some silly game to get my kisses.”

Naoya is, past the eccentricities and glamour of his family title, a simple man at heart. All he needed was to receive your affection and he’d be fulfilled. No wonder classmates alike always waited for you to be near when delivering bad news, you were the only one capable enough to calm him!

“Will they be chocolate flavored too?” Naoya jests, sign that he was back to his usual self, and making you pout—but not as much when he says the following. “Though I suppose I prefer the tonkotsu ramen, taro mochi ones.”

“You—that’s gross!” you exclaim. “I’m never letting you kiss me after I eat ever again…”

“At least make promises you intend to keep, princess.”

“Well, at least I don’t get tachycardia when kissing!!” you gasp.

“You’re never letting that go, are you?” he blushes.

“No, it was too cute.” You smile, resting against his chest.

“Only because it’s you.” Naoya leans in for another kiss, which you reciprocate sweetly with a smile. “But do you seriously not want any more pocky? I find it hard to believe you’d pass an opportunity to sink your teeth on something sweet.”

“…Fine, you know me too well. But no more games!” you say. “Or I’ll start laughing because of your face…”

“You know what? We’ll just skip them entirely.”

“Oh, Naoya! It was just a joke! You’re actually very handsome, a bit goofy looking at times, but still handsome!!”

“I don’t want to hear it; you can get them yourself.”

“Naoya!!” you laugh. “Come on!”

He may stubbornly continue to put on an indifferent façade, exclaim he couldn’t care less about what you wanted now that you’ve seemingly offended you, but just as it was stated before it only takes a simple gesture, a soft squeeze of his palm, or batting your eyes to make him putty in your hands.

Because such is the effect of your affection, his commitment to you: to be the perfect boyfriend, willing to entertain all and every idea you could muster.

Even the trivial, surprisingly competitive ones.

Can’t it always be like this?

The ramen part is in reference to their first date, which you can read over here. agjksagkjsa it's all connected!!!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed a sillier side of Naoya, the one that is very conscious of his appearance when it comes to you and wants to be seen nothing but manly 😂 also, he needs to win every single game, I do not make the rules lol.

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!!

p.s. if it wasn't because naoya has decided to please your every whim, he would've immediately discarded the pocky's and make out with you. you might've begged him to stop, and drop the idea of the game soon after hehe.

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freesia-writes · 11 months ago

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Ch 36: Clarification

Master List ~~ Previous Chapter ~~ WC: 2k

Hunter watched as the ship disappeared into the clouds, feeling its jump to hyperspace as he stared after it in utter disbelief. He couldn’t get to Tech’s fast enough, mind racing the entire way.

“That is a most fascinating series of events,” Tech observed after Hunter had filled him in on the tumult of the last few days.

“That’s one way to put it,” Hunter grumbled, taking a long drink from his cup of caf. “So, she wasn’t lying?”

“I did not detect a single trace of deception. Considering your apparent affinity for attracting supernatural activity on this island, it will likely be a fruitless search for concrete scientific answers.”

“I’m not looking for this supernatural stuff.”

“I know.” Tech skimmed through the data the scanner had recorded, reviewing and confirming what he’d surmised. “Her mind seems entirely convinced of the story she told. There are some odd physiological markers in the parts of her brain responsible for memory. It would appear that she has somehow been reverted to a past state, with absolutely no recollection of any of the events you shared together. It is a neurobiological phenomenon called autobiographical amnesia.”

“You’re sure?”

“There is no other possibility. If there were, I would likely have some inkling and would be able to follow the trail to a solid conclusion. But, as it stands, the semi-sentient island seems to have freed you entirely from any potential repercussions or further concerns.”

“I don’t believe it…”

“Hunter,” Tech said, slightly exasperated now. “It is not the first time we have seen inexplicably mystical occurrences, both here and in the galaxy at large. I would advise that you consider it a wonderfully fortuitous part of your narrative and proceed as usual.”

“Better than any of the alternatives,” he said darkly, having considered every possible way to neutralize the threat that she represented, some of which were decidedly more gruesome than he felt comfortable with.

“Indeed. It is wildly convenient. This island seems to be quite useful in your story.”

“Guess so.”

“The only additional matter at hand is any remaining interaction between you and Lyra.”

Hunter took a deep breath, his rich brown eyes fixed in a distant gaze out the window.

* * *

The door swung open shortly after the gentle knock, and Lyra beamed when she saw Hunter, then quickly adjusted it into a smaller, more acceptable smile. She ushered him in, having dressed in her usual attire – a loose, beige dress made of linen and a knitted cardigan over it, although this time the sweater was a blush pink color that gave her a more feminine look. A litany of drool-worthy smells filled his nose as they arrived in the kitchen, the counters strewn with nearly every cooking tool she owned, and she rested her backside against the counter, regarding him meekly.

“Apparently I like to cook when I’m stressed,” she confessed with a self-effacing chuckle. “You hungry?”

“I wasn’t before I walked in,” he rumbled, gaze moving from the baked goods cooling on a rack near the window to the large pan on the stove with a savory scramble steaming in it. She smiled, moving at once to put a kettle on and fetch some plates.

“So uh… What the heck happened?” She couldn’t wait a moment longer to hear the rest of the story.

“Tech is absolutely positive that she somehow reverted to her life a few years ago. She’s completely convinced that she was here on vacation, never met us before, has no idea who we are, and was content to go back to her freelance journalist job based out of Coruscant. Apparently she still has an apartment there, and GNN allows her to come and go instead of requiring a steady presence, so it will be unbelievably effortless for her to just slip back into life there.”

“I don’t believe it,” she said softly, stirring a splash of cream into his caf the way she remembered he liked it.

“Me neither, to be honest. But Tech was sure.”

“How would it–” She was interrupted by the chime of Hunter’s commlink, and he pulled it from a pocket and clicked a button.

“Yeah?”

“I have some additional information for you and Lyra,” Tech’s distorted voice reported.

“Great,” Hunter said, not sure how many more complications he could take.

“I was further piecing together all of the events that have transpired from the very start and corroborating them with any and all evidence I could locate. A recent news development may prove to be reassuring to both of you.”

“Alright, let’s hear it,” he said. Lyra stepped closer to listen, brushing her arm against his before pulling away self-consciously.

“Am I correct in assuming that Vuxpasian Trawley is Lyra’s former boss, the one that has been seeking to have her either incarcerated or disposed of?”

“Yes,” she answered, and Hunter felt the tension grip her entire body.

“Excellent. He is dead.”

“Very straightforward, Tech. Thank you,” Hunter said, voice laced with affection for his brother’s unique style of communicating as Lyra gasped softly beside him, both hands racing to her mouth.

“I also have some additional information,” Crosshair drawled. Apparently everyone was on the same comm frequency today.

“I am not finished–” Tech protested.

“Too bad. This is important,” Crosshair insisted, not waiting for a reply. “Hunter… A Bantha sent a message. He wants to know why you stole his hairstyle.”

The guffaw that burst out of Lyra’s mouth made her immediately clap a hand over it, her cheeks flushed with immediate embarrassment as she looked apologetically at Hunter, whose lips were pressed together.

“Sorry,” she mouthed.

Tech continued, sparing not a single moment for Crosshair’s ridiculousness. “Anyway, while not directly stated in the official documents, it is more than obvious that it was none other than Emperor Palpatine who saw him dead. Trawley was reported to have been conducting his own research in the field of cloning, which as we know, is of utmost importance to Palpatine. By reading between the lines, I was able to deduce that he tried to blackmail the Empire by threatening to sabotage their own work in the field if they did not give him a position of esteem. Needless to say, it did not end well for him. So he, and anyone else who would have cared about the evidence possessed by Lyra and her daughter, have been… neutralized, to put it more gently for the apparently sensitive ears.”

Lyra stared at the comm, a myriad of expressions dancing across her face as she shook her head slowly, reeling from just how much had changed in a single twenty-four hour period. A deep, shaky breath was her best attempt at calm, and she pulled out a wooden chair to settle herself at the table.

“The two of you may benefit from some time to process all of this. It is downright astonishing how every single factor that would stand in the way of a peaceful, happy future without fear of outside threats seems to have been taken care of. If I believed in fate, I would posit that it is in your favor. Anyway, see you at family dinner on Benduday.”

“And maybe try to put that mess into a ponytail,” Crosshair added, followed by Wrecker’s laugh and a deep inhale. Hunter clicked the comm off before he could finish whatever he was about to say.

He sank into the seat beside Lyra, rubbing his forehead with one hand before resting them both on the table. They both faced the wall, staring at the endless array of knick knacks and nature collections that summed up her delight with the simple things in life, and lost themselves in thought.

“So… We’re just free to live happily ever after?” she finally asked, her skepticism laced with a depth of yearning that she didn’t want to admit.

His distant stare dropped to the table, following the gnarled pattern of the wood grain that flowed and spiraled beneath his hands. The self-imposed yoke of doubt that rested heavily across his shoulders reminded him of the improbability, and yet that cynical voice of disbelief now had a competitor: a tiny, wistful flicker of hope.

“Want to eat?” Lyra broke the silence with her timid question. The delicious scents of her kitchen frolicked back into his consciousness, and he nodded, bringing himself back to the present. She fetched a couple of mismatched plates, one dark blue and handmade, the other more elaborate with a delicately woven vine along the edges, and piled each one high with a scramble, croissant, chopped potatoes, and fruit. Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle as she set the single-plate feast in front of him, and he quickly clarified as her face revealed insecurity.

“No, this is great,” he said quickly. “It’s just enough to make Wrecker feel full… for at least an hour.”

She laughed self-consciously, fingers toying with the messy braid resting over her shoulder, and shrugged. “I’ll tell you what I told Breslin as a child – eat what you want and leave the rest.” Her expression deepened as the memories surfaced, and Hunter found himself with a strong desire to be privy to her internal thoughts.

“You were pretty young yourself, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, stabbing a potato with her fork. “Young and dumb,” she smiled. “But I’ve always been an old lady at heart, no matter my actual age.” Her little snicker warmed his heart, and then she became suddenly serious, eyes distant and full of thought.

Hunter waited.

“If we really are safe… I wonder if Breslin could come live here… Although she had a pretty good setup on Keytoll, so I don’t know if she’d even want to. But gods, I’ve missed her.”

“How old is she?”

“Twenty-four.”

“So you had her when you were–”

“Eighteen. It wasn’t ideal by any means, and there’s never been a father in the picture. She was the consequence… turned into a gift… of some foolish choices.” She reflected for a moment, slowly swallowing another bite of potato, then studied him intently, a question on her lips that she seemed to be holding back.

“What?” he prompted, catching her gaze.

“You’re… twenty-eight?” The barely-restrained cringe on her face spoke volumes, and he felt his heart sink a little.

“Yeah… But…” The truth of his engineering hung over him like a shameful dark cloud. “We were created with an accelerated aging process. So we age at twice the rate of… real people.” The pain in his voice at the last two words was unmistakable, and Lyra’s face deepened with compassion.

“You are a real person,” she whispered, eyes glistening with emotion.

“I guess so.”

“So…” she mulled it over. “In ten years, I’ll be fifty-two, and you’ll be…”

“Forty-eight,” he muttered.

“And in fifteen years, you’ll be beating me by a year… fifty-eight when I’m fifty-seven…And so on and so forth,” she continued, doing the math in her head.

“Yup.”

Silence rested between them for a moment.

“What’s it like?” Her question surprised him, and he tilted his head, resting his fork and knife on the edges of his plate as his hands loosely clasped them.

“What?”

“Growing so quickly?”

“I don’t know… Never known anything else. Honestly, I don’t think any of us really thought we would make it past the war. It was pointless to think that way. We’re… disposable.”

“Hunter,” she said softly, hand twitching toward his before pulling back.

“No,” he said suddenly, setting down his eating utensils and slowly rising to his feet. A tornado of thoughts was tearing through his mind, and he was beginning to spiral along with it, utterly exhausted from the last twenty-four hours. “I can’t… I can’t do this right now.”

“This?” Her voice quavered.

He looked at her, wrought with conflict, insecurity, regret, frustration, then with a small shake of his head, turned for the front door, pausing as he twisted the handle, then continued out with slumped shoulders.

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mxngldmxdnsss · 2 years ago

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promiscuous - michael afton

like father like son

notes: forgot I had this in the vault el oh el

pairing - michael x reader

cw! virginity taking, impregnation, pregnancy kink, douchebag michael, panty stealing, alcohol usage

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

Michael who’s liked you since high-school. Forever wanting to take you out all over town, show you off to everyone, but never finding it in him to ask you out. Running into you a couple of months after graduation, finally able to talk to you.

Michael who is eager to get to know you, quickly becoming one of your most closest and trusted friends. Visiting on the weekends, having the privilege of laying on your bed as you make plans about what you two will do that week. He doesn’t even pay attention, half listening, half staring at your ass, you trust him enough to lounge around in your panties.

Michael who’s at first dirty thoughts become fantasies, he finds himself fucking into his fist, cum drenching his comforter. Wanting to ravage you, destroy your innocence. Biting his cheek when other boys whistle at you, but his anger doesn’t last long, you lean into him, wanting to disappear. He takes this chance, draping an arm over your shoulders, and suddenly all the cat calling and harassment you faced, is gone, only hearing soft murmurs, oblivious to the fact that people think you’re dating one of the biggest scumbags in the neighborhood.

Michael who steals yours panties, fighting back a sick chuckle when you tell him about how your panties seem to be disappearing all the time. Offering to give you money for more, insisting he take you to spoil yourself with some nice ones. You finally accept, wondering why all of the workers seem to avoid the two of you, but Michael steals away your attention.

Making you try on set after set, you don’t mind, in fact, you’re elated that your best friend is so insistent that you see what you like, or rather what he likes. Gasping at the price when he buys you five sets of lingerie, begging him to let you make it up to him. And he lets you.

Michael who wraps his arm around you at the movie theaters, your treat after he bought you lingerie the other day. Catching a glimpse of you wearing his favorite set he picked out for you, cock hardening at the thought of ripping it off of you when you two got home.

You two get back late, full on popcorn and soda. Giggling all the way to your room as Michael trails after, eyes trained on you as you dumbly undress in front of him as soon as you get to your hamper.

Michael who comes up behind you, hooking a finger in your bra strap, pulling it back and letting it go, hearing you yelp as it hits your skin with a snap. You turn around, scowling, about to protest, when Michael traps you against the wall, you’re frozen, unresponsive until he pressed his lips to yours.

Michael who finds himself tangled up with you, clothes strewn across the room as he bullies his cock into your pussy. Not caring if you’re struggling to adjust, beginning to pound into you, ripping moans from your throat. Watching as your breasts jiggle, grabbing at the fat of your ass as you pull him closer.

Michael who wakes up with you that morning, cute moment completely shattered when he finds himself screwing you from behind. Slapping your ass and forcing your hips back onto his, cumming into for the nth time. Remembering too late that neither of you used protection but only finding himself fucking into your pussy even harder at the thought of knocking you up.

Michael who when you come to him, a crying, bubbling mess, not sure of what to do, he knows before you tell him. Finding himself fucking you over every single surface in the house, table creaking with every thrust, your moans spurring Michael on.

Michael who gets eloped with you, not caring if everyone tells you two you’re too young, you’re already knocked up, what’s the harm in getting married in secret? He fucks you every other day, unable to get enough of you, holding your wrists against the walls as he pistons his hips up into you. It gets more intense as months go by, an obvious result of your pregnant belly.

Michael who still sometimes a douchebag, coming home late from work after meeting up with buddies and drinking. Accidentally raising his voice at you when you yell at him, demanding to know where he was. Knowing he fucked up when you leave, tears dripping down your cheeks. He doesn’t bother going after you, knowing you’ll be back sometime soon. But sometime soon turns into next morning, when he’s sober enough, Michael gets into his car, absolutely fucking livid. He finds you at a diner, sitting across from a man, your friend of course, but he thinks otherwise.

He finds himself breaking your friend’s nose, slugging him one last time before ushering you to the car, nearly speeding home. Not knowing whether to be hurt or angry when you scurry back into the house, locking yourself in your room and crying all evening. When it’s dinner you come out, uncomfortably sitting at the table, eyes puffy and cheeks flushed. You ignore Michael for the first half of the night, before finding yourself creaming all over his cock as he whispers in your ear, letting you ride him as he tells you how much he loves you.

Michael who still tries keeping his routine, getting up and fixing his mullet, finding himself calling in late to work frequently when he goes to big you goodbye with a kiss, but is pulled back into bed by a sex crazed you, your hormones making you more horny than him. Not that he’s complaining. Coming home to you to do the same thing as this morning, sucking and licking at your pussy as you cry out against the bed.

Michael who holds your baby after you give birth, labor quick but painful. Rocking the infant side to side, glancing up at you every ten minutes. Excited to take you both home, glad his boss lets him take a couple of days off, helping you around the house, perfect husband showing off his skill. Even wearing an apron when he makes you two food.

Michael who's actually the sweetest and doesn't know how to express it but only for you.

#Spotify #michael afton x reader #michael afton smut #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #final x reader

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salty-croissants · 2 years ago

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Bullfrog and Rayman x g/n reader : comfort after a long day

As a massive lover of tooth rotting fluff , my first post on this blog just had to be something cute for my favorite boys !

I should specify that writing for me is just a silly hobby , so it might not be very good … plus some moments might be ooc , so I apologize in advance for that .

Now then , let’s get to it !

Details : established relationships , fluff , no trigger warning needed

Bullfrog 💚

Okay , so … I think we should specify that this tiny assassin man absolutely adores you , and he’s grown to know you so well that he can immediately pick up signals of you not feeling at your best : just the way you enter the room he’s in is enough for Bullfrog to realize that something isn’t quite right .

He really doesn’t want to invade your boundaries , but at the same time he really hates to see you looking so sad and tired , so eventually Bullfrog will timidly approach you and ask if something happened …

< y/n , mon cher … is everything alright ? Do you want to talk about it ? >

If the answer is yes , Bullfrog will gladly sit down and listen to you for as long as you need , offering you words of comfort and appreciation with that cute accent of his that always manages to make you smile … but he also perfectly understands if you’d rather not discuss the matter right now : Bullfrog is always happy to be with you , even if it’s just sitting next to each other in silence .

If you’re into physical affection Bullfrog is going to be more than happy to hold you in his arms , regardless how tall you are , giving you sweet little kisses and just enjoying the feeling of having you close to him … he just loves you so much ://)

< Pfft - Bullfrog , that tickles ! >

< Heh , you’re so adorable mon amour … I could stare at that beautiful smile forever ~ >

Rayman 🧡

Similarly to Bullfrog , Rayman is also able to understand fairly quickly if you’re feeling down about something , and despite how busy he often is with his shows he will do all he can to find moments where he can spend time with you : voice of Eden or not , his partner is still what matters most .

Rayman is ready to do anything he can possibly do to help you feel better : wanna go somewhere special ? He will take you there immediately . Wanna just relax and get some rest ? He will be more than happy to just spend some time with you at his lounge , looking at the city lights outside the window while holding each other close … anything feels special to Rayman as long as you’re there .

If you ever feel insecure about yourself , Rayman is quick to put your worries at ease …

< y/n , you’re literally everything I could ever ask for … I wouldn’t be this happy with anyone else , and this is just a fact . You’re just … wonderful , wonderful in every way . >

He will then proceed to shower you with affection , demonstrating his point even further : you really do mean everything to him , and no matter how many adoring fans he has you will always be the only one who could make him feel this way .

Rayman feels bad whenever he is obligated to stop spending time with you to get back on stage ( the Board of Directors constantly monitors their show host to keep an eye on him at all times ) , but he always makes sure to not stay away for too long …

< Sorry love … it’d be amazing to be with you for a little while longer but … >

< It’s okay Ray , I understand . You’re gonna do great tonight , I just know it . >

< Thanks y/n … I’ll be back soon , I promise : we haven’t finished our cuddling session after all ~ >

He then always remembers to give you a loving kiss before heading out , and as you watch him leave you can’t help but feel lucky to have someone like Rayman in your life .

#x reader #captain laserhawk #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #captain laserhawk bullfrog #bullfrog captain laserhawk #bullfrog x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #rayman x reader

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almost-blondee · 2 years ago

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Green Monster

Thorfinn x F!reader

SFW, Kissing, fluff

Takes place on Ketil’s farm

word count: 2.6k

Please don’t mind spelling or grammar mistakes, i tried my best to find them all, thank you! Enjoy!

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Thorfinn was never one to have any knowledge about love, in a romantic way at least. So, when you had entered his life, he was rather puzzled about his feelings. The first time he saw you he was awestruck; he had never seen someone as beautiful as you. For a while he tried to avoid you, so he wouldn’t feel this uncomfortable churning in his stomach. However, it ended up being quite a hassle trying to avoid you, since you were both slaves on the same farm. In time, Thorfinn became more comfortable around you and less nervous, but he was still wondering when this feeling would go away.

Thorfinn never had the time to think about love. All he ever thought about was trying to survive or get revenge. But now he is said to be empty. He now has time to think about things like that, even though he has no idea how to go about it.

Now months have passed and Thorfinn is still having the same issue, he can’t get that feeling in his stomach to disappear. Thorfinn has had enough, so he is now at his last resort…. Talking to Einar. Thorfinn knows this is probably not the best course of action, even so, he needs to know how to get rid of it. Therefore, one evening when him and Einar were getting ready to hit the hay, he brought up his predicament.

“Einar, can i ask you something?” Thorfinn said quietly.

“Yeah of course, what is it?” Einar responds curiously. “Well, it’s kinda embarrassing, so don’t make fun of me, okay?”

“Okay, just hurry up” Einar says trying to hasten the process.

“Okay, Um… So, you know (y/n) right?”. Einar nods. “Well, ever since i met her i haven’t been able to get this feeling out of my stomach, it’s like the feeling when you get nervous. But like amplified by 100. But it only happens when i’m around her.” he states, now nearing his question. “So. what i want to know is, how do i get rid of it?” Thorfinn, who is now finished what he was saying eagerly waits for Einar to respond. Einar goes to say something, then pauses. He proceeds to do this for the next minute, then he finally came up with something to say.

“You don’t.” Einar says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Thorfinns eyes widen, “what do you mean, you don’t?” Thorfinn quickly says. “I mean you don’t, you’ll just have to get used to it, i mean the only way it will go away is if you fall out of love with her.” Einar says while having his hand on his chin. “Woah, woah… who said i loved her?” Thorfinn defends. “Idiot, you basically just did. It’s obvious you have feelings for her. How did you not realize by now.” Einar deadpans. Thorfinn starts getting shy. “Well, i'm not really good at stuff like this.” Thorfinn fidgets with his fingers. “Okay, it’s settled… you’re in love!” Einar shouts rather loudly. Thorfinn hushes him in a panicked way. “Shhhh… what if someone hears.” Einar sighs “No one is going to hear us idiot.” Thorfinn turns around and pouts, he lays down in the hay. “Whatever, i’m ending this conversation. Goodnight.” “Jeez, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but alright, if you say so. Goodnight.” Einar also turns to lie down. In a matter of minutes, both of them are fast asleep.

The next morning, Thorfinn is yet again waken by Einar, The usual routine. They go to the well to wash their faces, before continuing their farm work along with the old masters.

After all their chores are done the old master invited them to eat dinner, saying “those who work, deserve to eat”. So, they take up the offer and began heading back to the old master's house. When they arrived, they had heard some voices in the distance, sounding like it was coming from the house. As they neared the house, Thorfinn had recognized the voice as yours. There was also another voice, which he assumed was Snakes. Just the thought of you being in there with him alone made him a little irritated, but he didn’t let it bother him.

The three of them walked into the house seeing you making dinner for Snake. Knowing Snake, he probably begged you to make him some food since the old master wouldn’t make anything for him. “Welcome back old master” you said. “Oh, hey Thorfinn, Einar.” you added after seeing them walk in. They waved saying “hi” back and went to sit down at the table. “Darn, if i knew you guys were coming to eat i would have made enough, sorry guys. I can make you more after this is done?” You explained. “It’s fine, darling. Don’t worry about them, Gramps will make them something.” Snake said turning down the offer that wasn’t even for him. All would have been fine if Thorfinn didn’t hear that nickname.

Darling? he thought, why would he be calling you darling? Thorfinn was wondering when you guys got so close. He could feel a different feeling now burning in his stomach; however, he chose to ignore it.

As dinner went on, you had finished making whatever it was for Snake. Serving it to him, he was over the moon grateful, making you giggle a bit. There was that feeling again, it felt like it was travelling higher and higher up his chest. Trying his best, again, to suppress it.

The last straw was when, you had all finished dinner, and you were sitting on the bench beside Snake. Now, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong, right? Wrong. Snake had his arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you closer to him every now and then. Or when he would tell a joke and you would playfully slap him while laughing. Thorfinn could feel it again. It felt like something was crawling its way up his throat, about to hop out of his mouth. That should be him sitting there with his arm wrapped around you. He should be making you laugh so hard that you are almost crying. Just as he was thinking all this, his thoughts got cut off by a rather hard nudge to the shoulder. “Thorfinn, what the hell are you glaring at man, you look like you could kill someone” Einar said in a hushed voice. Thorfinn immediately stopped looking at you and Snake, slowly turning to see Einar. “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Thorfinn says flatly. Einar’s not buying it, he thinks to himself hard, why would he be glaring at Snake so intensely.

That’s when it clicked, Thorfinn was jealous. Einar couldn’t help but have a huge smirk on his face. He couldn’t believe he was witnessing Thorfinn acting so childish. That’s when he had a plan. If he could make Thorfinn as jealous as possible, maybe he would finally confess to you. This was definitely a terrible idea, Einar not knowing what Thorfinn could do to Snake if he riled him up too much. Even so, Einar wanted to go through with this. To do so, he needed to get you on his side. He may or may not know that you like Thorfinn back. Only because you let it slip one time while you were talking about Thorfinn. But now he is so thankful to you for that mistake, because now it’s more likely you’ll help him. He thought he’d talk to you in the morning and plan it all out. Einar was having way too much fun with this.

In the morning, Einar took it upon himself to tell you about his mischievous plan. As he finished explaining to you. You knew instantly that you wanted to go through with it. Although you would feel a teeny bit bad, it was worth it if it ended in a relationship. “Really! you’ll help me!” Einar says ecstatically, not thinking you would agree to it. “i mean why would i turn it down, i like Thorfinn too. It’s the perfect chance for us to get together!” You pumped your fist enthusiastically. “Great, now all i need you to do is hang out with Snake more than usual and maybe be more friendly, if you know what i mean.” Einar puts his hand out for a high five, and you gladly reciprocate it. “Let’s do this!”

The following evening, Thorfinn and Einar were invited to the old master's house for supper again. So, it was time to put the plan into action.

When Einar and Thorfinn had made it to the old master's house, it was pretty quiet. There was just the refreshing sound of the wind in the trees and the slight sound of bubbling from dinner. They have not seen Snake nor the old master, so in any attempt to get their attention Einar yelled out “anybody home?” They heard shuffling around and then the old master's voice. “Just sit down (y/n) will be back to serve dinner soon”. Following orders, they sat down waiting for you to get back.

A couple minutes went by, eventually Einar and Thorfinn could hear your voice, followed by Snakes. You were giggling away the whole time it took you guys to walk to the door. Of course, Thorfinn did not like it one bit. But what was he going to do. As the door opened, they heard Snake say, “Ladies first.” You giggled once more accepting the gesture and going in first but not before say “Oh you are such a gentlemen Snake” and giving him a little peck on the cheek. You made sure that Thorfinn was able to see the whole thing go down. As you looked over at him, you could see a little frown on his face, so cute, you thought. “Oh. hi Thorfinn, Einar, did we make you guys wait long. i thought me and Snake would be back before you got here.” you say nonchalantly. This irks Thorfinn in the wrong way, where did you go with Snake, how long were you gone, and why was it just the two of you. All these thoughts race through his mind, wondering what has gotten into him, why was he so irritated. He almost felt his heart explode when you kissed Snake on the cheek. You should only be doing that to him. Why was he getting agitated. “No, it’s fine we didn’t wait long” Einar replies, while Thorfinn stays quiet.

You walk over to the table serving them all dinner and bringing a bowl to the old master. When you were down you served yourself some, then went to sit next to Snake. Trying to sit closer than you normally would. You purposely pretended to stumble a little and land on Snakes lap. This takes All 3, Einar, Snake, and Thorfinn by surprise. Einar is surprised that you are so bold when it comes to this plan, Snake is kind of uncomfortable with you right on top of him, and Thorfinn is enraged. Thorfinn saw how Snakes arm wrapped around your waist in order to catch you, and how your hand had landed on his chest. You were basically just sitting on his lap, after a few minutes of silence and you still not getting up. Thorfinn couldn’t handle the thought of another man touching you, or vice versa.

“Okay princess, it’s time for you to get off now, if you wanted a piece of me, you could have just asked.” Snake said with a cocky smile. You lightly slapped Snakes chest slowly getting up to regain your “balance”. “Oh, you're such a tease” you say playfully. This was the last straw for Thorfinn, you guys were blatantly flirting right in front of him. What’s with him calling you princess anyway, disgusting, Thorfinn thought. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He needed you to know how he felt otherwise you would slip through his fingers and probably end up with a man like Snake. He wanted you for himself and no one else. So, Thorfinn took it upon himself to make you his.

“(y/n) can i talk to you… right now?” Thorfinn asks but it sounds more like a statement. “Huh, oh sure Thorfinn” you give him and innocent smile. I can’t believe that worked!! you thought giving Einar and imaginary high five. “No, like can we go outside to talk, privately” he was getting impatient, he needed to claim you as his, right in this moment or he would go crazy. As he finished his sentence he got up and walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you out, but before you could leave you saw Einar give you a little wink and a thumbs up. You returned with a huge smile and thumbs up of your own. When both of you left Snake was wondering what just happened. “Don’t ask” Einar simply said. “Wasn’t going to.” Snake replied, both of them ate in silence.

Thorfinn dragged you pretty far from the old master's house, he had a tight grip on your wrist as he dragged you further and further. All of the sudden he came to a stop. He turned around to face you, he still held your wrist but slowly moved it to hold your hand, as his other did the same. Now he was holding both of your hands, and only a few inches away from you. “you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you” Thorfinn finally spoke. “i’m not sure what you mean, tough guy?” you replied knowing exactly what he meant. “Don’t play dumb with me (y/n), you were all over Snake today.” Thorfinn huffed. You give a little chuckle. “What’s that got to do with you?” you pushed.

“whats it got to do with me?” Thorfinn was stumped for a minute. Wait, maybe she’s right what does it have to do with me, we aren’t together. Jeez, now i look like a real idiot. Thorfinn thought to himself. You looked at Thorfinn with a knowing look, so you took it upon yourself to close the little gap that was in between you too. Thorfinn was taken by surprise, he couldn’t even register what was happening until you pulled away. He slowly brought his fingers to his lips. “Wha- why did you do that” he said now slowly turning red. “i did it because i love you too, idiot” you confess. “Einar told me you liked me, so he came up with a plan to make you jealous to see if you would confess to me. But i think i’ve made you suffer enough, pretty boy.” He blushed even harder at the nickname. However, it stirred something inside of him. with a boost of confidence, he quickly smashed his lips back onto yours. Now you’re the one caught off guard. But you quickly kiss back as well, wanting the moment to never end.

Thorfinn pulled away from the kissed first. “I love you” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear. “ i couldn’t stand the sight of you being in another man's arms. Promise me from now on your mine and only mine?” He asked while his hands found their way to your back pulling you closer to him. “of course, Thorfinn, and you’re mine and only mine as well.” you confirm. “I’m glad, i’d love to be your only.” Thorfinn ends his sentence with a quick peck on your lips. He then pulls you into a tight hug.

“By the way, i’m going to kill Einar for coming up with that plan” “don’t, i’m partly at fault to.” you say. “Then, i guess i’ll just have to punish you later.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder “fine by me.”

“what’s taking them so long?” Snake questions. “i’m still hungry, (y/n) should have made more”. Einar just rolls his eyes, hoping everything is going smoothly.

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