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gay-dorito-dust · 9 months ago

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Here’s a Jason idea for you: imagine a criminal he’s fighting as Red Hood suddenly mentions you, by name, to mess with Jason. Jay would absolutely obliterate the criminal, but that leaves the question of how his enemies know about you… I love the potential for angst/protective Jason 😍 Also, I love your writing so much, it always makes my day to see you on my feed! Thank you for sharing your writings 💞🥰

Tw: blood and violent stuff.

Also thank you for enjoying my stuff! It’s really appreciated and makes me wanna write a lot more in the future. It’s just nice being reminded that people do like the stuff that I put out and not hate it as much as I do when looking back on them.🤣 🦦

A well placed punch to the face landed the criminal flat on his back as he groaned upon impact and was currently struggling to get back up to his feet, only to be pinned by a heavy combat boot weighing down on his chest. Finally Jason had caught up with the drug dealer that had been lurking near children and vulnerable adults alike for the past couple of days, and right where he wanted him too.

‘It’s such a shame that you caught me as fast as you did RedHood because just you came along, I was going to pay one last person a visit before the night was over.’ The criminal smiled, showing off his blood stained teeth in the process, his smile then became a grimace as Jason put more of his weight onto his chest. ‘Well it was a good thing that i came when I did because after tonight, you won’t be selling drugs to anyone anymore, that I can guarantee.’ Jason growled, feeling his blood boil hotter for every second that he didn’t put a bullet in this assholes head.

‘What was their name?’ The criminal trailer off, not heading Jason’s warning and throwing his head back and laughing. ‘Oh right now I remember, it’s Y/n. What a pretty name for an even prettier person.’ Jason froze at the mention of your name, his blood had gone cold but his anger skyrocketed at the insinuation of you being placed in any sort of danger. Whether it be by a drug dealer or otherwise, the same conclusion was to be expected with Jason and that was that he would personally hunt down every last thug, drug dealer and crime lord that ever dared to speak your name.

Jason wordlessly then grabbed the criminal by the collar of his shirt and threw him into a wall with all his strength. Watching on as the scumbag crumpled the floor as he then began to stalk towards him before gradually breaking out into a run and brutally ramming his knee into the criminals head. Jason wasn’t done there though, not by a long shot. He wanted the make the bastard pay for having your name come out of his filthy mouth, he wanted to tear him limb from limb, put him back together again so that he could rip him limb from limb all over again before ever giving him the satisfaction of death.

‘You will never, ever, ever bring anyone to harm ever again! Not while I’m here, not while I’m still breathing and able bodied enough to tear you fuckers to bits!’ Jason hissed pure venom as each of his punches become more and more brutal then the last, his knuckles were going to bruise like hell and hurt like hell too, but the pain and punishment he’d receive would be all worthwhile if it meant keeping you safe and sound. Jason would gladly taken on any punishment anyone could throw at him if it meant you remained unscathed, he’d happily gain more scars on his body if it meant that you could sleep easier at night, Jason always had your best interests in mind whenever he was clearing the streets of Gotham.

He was doing it for you, he was doing it for the kids at Crime Alley, he was doing it so that everyone could have a peace of mind; And he didn’t care about the methods he took to obtaining that.

It wasn’t long until the criminal stopped moving all together, Jason didn’t care that his fists were stained with blood, he just stood up and left the criminal in the alleyway where he was brutally beaten to death and headed home; to you with a heavy mind and a growing pit within his stomach because if a low life scumbag like him knew you by name…then who else did? Black mask? Penguin? Two face? Scarecrow? Carmine Falcone? He didn’t like to think about this one but does Joker know? All these thoughts running through Jason’s head didn’t do him a whole lot of good with his ever growing sense of dread and slight paranoia; He had to get to you and he had to get to you now before anything else happened before the night ended.

‘I’m coming baby, just please still be there when I get home, please don’t let them take you away from me.’ Jason muttered under his breath as he pushed himself forward as he ran from rooftops to rooftop, determined to make it to the apartment before anyone else does because if they did, may god have mercy on their souls because Jason would go to war for you and will violently cut anyone down to size if they were to come between him and you; For nothing got between you and Jason and if they did, Jason would make sure to deal with it before it became more of a problem.

‘Sweetheart? Are you in here?’ Jason called as he slammed the door behind him.

‘Jason? What’s-‘ you rushed into the room and gasped upon seeing the dried blood on his knuckles and his paling face as though he looked about to pass out where he stood. ‘Oh my god.’ You whispered as you rushed towards Jason who rushed towards you, arms out stretched to grasp your waist while your hands held his face. ‘What happened out there? I thought you said it was a simple mission.’ You said, concerned for Jason as he seemingly let out a sigh of relief and rested his forehead against yours.

‘It was meant to be a simple mission but then…’

‘Then what?’ You asked, stroking his cheeks reassuringly and feeling him melt into your touch like he did every night he came home from a long patrol or mission, but he also did it when he needed to feel you on him after waking up from a nightmare.

‘He said your name chipmunk.’ Jason squeezed his eyes shut as though he was trying to rid himself of the events that happened early on and focus on the feeling of your thumbs caressing his cheeks lovingly instead. ‘He said your name -clear as day I heard him say it- and before I knew it I was wailing on him until he stopped moving…all because he said how he was going to come for you next and I couldn’t…’ Jason paused to regulate his breathing that he hadn’t noticed had become fast and uneven the more his mind lingered on that small detail. ‘I couldn’t let him do that. I won’t let them take you from me. Never.’ He then tightens his grip on your waist as he kept uttering the extent he was willing to go to keep you in his life under his breath, almost as though it were a prayer or a promise, which ever one it was you weren’t quite sure but you let Jason squeeze you against his chest with his strong arms like a stress toy to his hearts desire.

‘It’s okay Jaybirdie. I’m right here, can’t you feel my warmth? Hear my voice? I’m right here baby. So you can squeeze me, hold me, cuddle me as much as you need to feel alright again because I’m not going anywhere with my Jaybird.’ You said loud enough for him to hear over his thoughts, pressing kisses into anywhere that you had access to, whether it be his shoulders, face, neck, forehead, you’d plant several kisses to each of those areas respectively. You may act calm but much like Jason, you too didn’t like the idea of some random criminal knowing your name. The implications of that were endless and it would be enough to put anyone on edge or even over it depending on their mental state, and to put it lightly Jason’s mental state wasn’t the healthiest.

The occasional whimper and sniff that came from him only made your heart hurt even more that you were willing to put aside your own fears about the situation to instead focus on comforting Jason, who must be feeling it ten times worse then you were, but it was the fact that in this moment you were bonded by a shared fear but that fear could be eventually overcame by the pair of you working together. ‘It’s okay baby it’s okay, we’re not going anywhere, they can’t make us because we’re stronger together.’ You spoke into the skin of his cheek as you finished pressed a thousand kisses onto them.

‘Stronger together.’ Jason echoed as he pressed himself further against you to feel you closer to him. ‘We’re stronger together.’ You smiled softly, seeing that you finally go through to him somewhat. However you were more than willing to stand in this position all night if it meant bringing Jason back from the edge within his mind because nothing was more important than having your Jason back.

‘That’s right baby.’ You cooed. ‘We’re stronger together, nothing will tear us apart.’

‘Promise?’ Jason asked looking deep into your eyes, it felt as though he was looking at you rather then through you which has your breath hitching in your throat momentarily.

‘I promise.’

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audzss · 2 months ago

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Thin Line ~3~

Summary: Rafe spending his night at Y/n's house starts to become a regular occurrence, which excites yet scares Y/n at the same time. She can't help but think there's something going on underneath this rough front that they put up towards each other.

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Warnings: non-explicit nsfw.

Thin Line

Y/n's peaceful sleep was rudely interrupted by knocking on her door, loud knocking. She groans and trys to turn over onto her side, before realizing something is blocking her path. Someone.

Her eyes rip open as she sits up abruptly, looking over to her side to see Rafe Motherfucking Cameron pressed up against her, his arm sliding down from her stomach to her legs as she sits up.

She turns to look at her door as the knocking continues, along with some muffled yells of her name. "Shit.." She mumbles, ripping the blanket off of her and sliding out of Rafes sleeping grip. She makes her way over to the door quietly, carefully unlocking it and opening it just enough to peek through, praying that her Dad didn't just rip the door open right then and there.

She peeks around to look at him, careful to only show her face. "Y/n, you know we do not lock doors in this house." He says, clearly agitated as if he had been pounding her door for a while.

"Sorry.. I just, wanted to sleep with no clothes on, it was kinda hot in my room." Her words clearly threw him off balance, as he scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Whatever just.. Don't do it again, I almost couldn't wake you up in time for school! Now go put some clothes on." She nodded her head and shut the door as he walked away. She rubbed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

She heard a muffled giggle and turned towards Rafe, who was laughing into the pillow. "What the hell are you laughing at!? This is your fault!" She whisper yelled as she made her way over to her bed, ripping the blanket off of him.

"Looks like you have clothes on to me, but I mean.. If you wanted too you could take em' off-" Y/n took a pillow and slammed it down onto Rafe's face.

"Rafe Cameron, I swear if you don't get the hell out of my house."

Thankfully, Topper wasn't at school today, meaning Y/n finally had a lunch period free of Rafes annoying, stupid insults. She sat outside of the school in the courtyard with Chelsea, as she explained last nights events in detail while her friend worked on some art assignment.

"Y'know, If you ask me, I think he's in love with you." Y/n grimaces at that, faking a gag. "No way, we hate each other, there is no possible universe where he could love me." Chelsea smiles, looking up from her drawing to look at Y/n.

"There's a thin line between love and hate, Y/n."

She rolls her eyes at that, mumbling a whatever as she watches the other students walk past them.

Maybe Chelsea was right. It was a week after Rafe had spent the night in her bed, and every night after that he had done the same. Y/n even started to look forward to him coming to her window at night, putting on her most expensive perfume and making sure her teeth were brushed before he arrived.

They spent most nights just watching Vampire Diaries while Rafe made fun of Y/n for loving 'a cheesy ass show' so much, but every time she looked at him, he seemed to be drawn to the show.

Every night they would go to sleep on opposite sides of the bed, but Y/n would always wake up to Rafe wrapped around her one way or another. She made sure to make fun of him every morning.

Rafe of course couldn't make it easy for her though, as their dynamic of hating each other continued any other time, like he had never even spent the night at her house, cuddled up to her watching her favorite show.

Y/n was confused, and a little hurt. Is she just a warm body for him to be close too while he was alone at night? And as the days went on, her feelings only grew stronger, until they were too strong to ignore.

Y/n took her perfume and spritzed it on her neck and wrists, patting it into her skin. Tonight was the night, she had to say something. Because if he didn't feel the same, this had to end.

If this were any other situation, she would have never told him she felt this was towards him, but she knew he wouldn't make fun of her towards anyone else because that would be him admitting that he was going to her house every night, cuddling up next to the person he supposedly despises.

She looked at herself in the mirror, lost deep in thought about how awful this could go. She almost jumped at the knock on her window, she was on high alert and didn't even know why. She walked over to the window, unlocking it and quietly sliding the glass up.

She didn't even have to say anything, he just climbed right in, he never asked to come in after that one time, he knew he was welcome. She closed the window carefully, locking it before turning to see Rafe already looking at her. "Hi." He mumbles with a smile, almost making her laugh.

"Hi.." She says back, a little on edge as she knows that what's she about to say could just ruin everything. He takes his shoes off and leaves them by the windowsill, before flopping down onto her bed, already getting comfy under the covers.

She slowly walks over to the other side of the bed, choosing to sit down with her back against the headboard instead of getting comfortable. "Vampire Diaries?" He says, looking at her expectantly, and she can already feel her heart breaking.

"Actually.. I wanted to talk about something first." She says, choosing to look down at her hands instead of him. He hums, giving her the go ahead to continue.

"You can't.. keep coming here." He sits up abruptly, already opening his mouth to protest, but Y/n interrupts him before he could even get a syllable out. "Because I like you, Rafe.. I can't keep seeing you, because every night you come over I think about the fact that we're not even friends, that you hate me and I'm just someone to comfort you and keep you warm at night-"

She stops at feeling of his hand settling on her leg, finally turning to look at him. She was expecting to see the look of digsust, or maybe even hatred, but all she saw was a warm smile. "I have.. Feelings, for you too. It's not just you, kay'?"

Y/n can't help but just stare at him in shock, her mouth agape. Her first thought was that he's lying, just playing her, trying to get something out of her, but all she can see on his face is honestly and vulnerability.

She leans in and kisses him abruptly, pulling away before he even has time to process what was going on. She watches him, waits to see what his next move is. She watches his eyes trail down her face to her lips, then back to her eyes, before he leans in and gives her a much softer kiss.

She moans into the kiss and turns her body around, putting one leg over his waist, straddling him. Her cold hands come up to hold his neck, and he flinches for a second, smiling into the kiss.

Y/n deepens the kiss, biting at his bottom lip, he complies and opens his mouth up, letting her tongue make its way into his mouth. He trails his hand down from her back onto her ass, squeezing lightly. She giggles and breaks the kiss as the hand on her ass pulls her down, encouraging her to stop hovering above him.

She carefully drops her hips onto his, watching his mouth open into a soft gasp, his eyes squinting shut. His sweatpants didn't leave much to the imagination, she could feel everything.

She tested the waters, moving her hips up and down, watching Rafes face scrunch up as he let out the smallest noises. She loved watching him like this, not to mention the feeling of having all the power over him for once in her life.

She tucked her head down into the crook of his next, leaving a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin that made him shudder. "Feel good?" She whispered, sitting back up to look at his pretty face.

"Just shut up and kiss me.." He mumbled.

End note: There is still more chapters to come, this is not the end even though it seems like it is, lots more drama oopsies ;) also im not good at writing explicit sex so you can just imagine what happened lol

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kateswallofweird · 3 months ago

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i miss the age of tumblr when mcu fanfictions were constant. post thanos snap so ig nomad!steve rogers x you ; will update wc later ; definitely not proofread

you didn't mean to fall in love with him. it just happened.

"they're after me again."

steve was up before you could even open your eyes. you felt the bed dip as you blinked away the remnants of sleep, and when you came to, he was frantically looking for his suit.

"it's hanging in the bathroom," you say, a yawn betraying you as you sat up, drawing the blanket closer to your body.

this was the third night in a row that he'd woken with a start, convinced that someone was coming to get him, to get you. it had happened in the past—the sense of impending doom, not the presence of a threat part—and every time anxiety filled him, you talked him down from his ledge of fear.

it was a consequence of the life he's lived for so long, you realized after his second panic. beneath the heroics (the risky plays that would leave anyone else for dead, the responsibility to run into fire when everyone else ran away) and all the power (the super serum and the expectation to always deliver), steve rogers was still a man whose heart pumped his body of blood and whose mind ran in circles when presented grief. a well aimed punch would still hurt him just like how years of fighting still incurs in him an unfamiliarity to peace.

"we need to leave," he mumbles. it's more to himself than it is a direction to you. "secure the perimeter. payments in cash. fake names and new disguises."

he fumbles with the zipper of his top. his hands start to shake, and the rings that line his eyes seem darker tonight.

"who's coming after us?" you ask, getting out of bed (despite your body aching for sleep) to help him. your fingers straighten out his armor, the rough kevlar fabric no longer leaving your fingertips raw.

when you look up from his suit, it's clear he's searching for an answer. his eyes scan the windows behind you, like he's expecting an assailant to launch themself through the glass at any moment.

"steve."

he is ripped from his anxiety by your voice. all it takes is his name, the gentle but commanding tone you take to bring him back down to earth.

"i . . ." but he can't even begin to form a sentence to tell you what's plaguing him.

he is a weathered version of the man he once was. captain america? what a joke; the modern day symbol of patriotism was laughable to him. he wasn't a hero anymore; he'd lost his fight. he was just . . . steve rogers now, a fugitive overridden with the fear of his past catching up to him.

"talk to me," you plead.

his chest tightens when his gaze meets yours.

"do you ever think about," he pauses, like he can't bring himself to say it, so you wait until he can. "do you ever think about how much better your life would be—without me?"

"never."

because you didn't mean to fall in love with him. you didn't mean to cross government lines and harbor a fugitive despite the growing consequences and a call for his return. you didn't mean to soften the heart of a hero growing sour, someone who's seen war and suffering and what happens when you fail to shoulder your burden. you didn't mean to find hope amidst the grief of a world half empty, spilling joy back into a man who was just about ready to give up. you didn't mean to fall in love with him. it just happened.

but you supposed that's what made love so beautiful; it's a choice. every day, every hour, every minute—it's a choice to stay and to do right by this person you've committed to.

"come back to bed. it's cold without you."

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gamerwoman3d · 8 months ago

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Pretend I'm Him [Pt. 3]

An MK1 x Reader

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You looked into his eyes, thought about telling him his eyes were pretty. But you just stared. He stared back. You considered that you might be falling in love. You thought you both might be falling in love. It felt fine. You felt ready to be fully enveloped in his arms. You pulled at his biceps.

“Hold me,” you said.

...

He did so, awkward on his knees between your legs. He pushed his bare chest against yours and slid his hands across your back until his arms were all around you, wedged between your body and the plush back of the chair. He peppered your cheek with feather-light kisses, then stopped. He snuggled against you and held you, nothing more.

You expected him to make some kind of move. To play with himself, to suck your neck, to hunch you, or pull you into a better position for sex, something. It perplexed you when he did nothing to indicate any expectations of sex.

“Are you… going to have sex with me?” you asked.

“If you wish,” he replied.

“Did you not want to… fuck me?” you asked.

“This isn't about what I want,” he said, “but of course I want to fuck you.”

“Then why aren't you-”

“You look satisfied.” he interrupted.

“I am, but-”

“Good. I will feel blessed if you stay satisfied,” he said, “but I don't expect you to. I can think of all kinds of things I would enjoy doing with your body, but I cannot stress enough that this really, truly is not about me. This is about you. Your wants, your needs, your satisfaction, your fulfillment- keeping you satiated is my only goal.”

“But that's so uneven,” you said.

“I will sleep tonight knowing better than that. You can take everything you want from me and I will still be in your debt. I'm not greedy enough to put a price on the peace of mind it takes to rest well,” he said.

“But I want you to get what you want. I want to see you getting what you want,” you said.

His breath rattled in his throat as he sighed.

“What I want is for you not to see how quickly I might come undone right now,” he said.

You looked naughty the second he said that.

“Oh no,” he said.

“Can I feel? Or do you want me to stop?” You asked.

You groped his cock through the fabric. He slipped the fabric down, exposing it.

“Yes. And yes,” he said, “but go on.”

His eyelids fluttered shut and his heavy breath rattled past your ear. His cockhead felt heavier, wetter, and hotter in your hand than you were prepared for.

You needed it.

“Condoms.” you said.

“As you wish,” he said as he rose to fulfill your request.

He pushed his pants down around his hips as he stood, and stepped out of them. He motioned for you to stay. As he walked away, you were able to see the way light painted every part of his naked body.

The light glinted off the shimmering wet tip that stuck out from him, leading his way, barely bobbing as he walked out of the room. Shadows bit into the V shaped cuts from his hips to his groin. Light and shadow combined forces to reveal more muscle and sinew in his legs than you'd dared imagined. You watched the workings of his ass and thighs as he walked away and realized that with all the power contained within those muscles, he could, and was probably about, to fuck you stupid.

He returned to the room holding the still-steaming kettle, used earlier to boil water for tea. He had a stack of towels in his arm, and a string of condoms dangled from his mouth. He set everything on the tea tray as he ripped open the perforated package with his teeth. His index finger and thumb found the edge of the condom within and rolled, feeling for its direction. He rolled it down on his cock in a swift fluid motion before returning to you.

You lifted yourself higher in the chair. He reached out as if to pick you up. You raised and tucked your legs expectantly as his hands went under you to grip the lowest part of your back. You shared a moment of intense, breathy eye contact as the tip of his heavy cock touched you. You were on the brink of telling him you needed to feel it inside you when he embedded himself within you.

He plunged himself all the way to the hilt as an unexpected groan, one that resonated like a cello scratched by a tiger, escaped him. He hung his head at a low, worrisome angle, so severe that you could see the knot of his bun as he rested the top of his head against your breast to hide his widened eyes from you. His rigid body petrified while inside you. You felt very full, very snug, and warm inside with his overheated motionless cock pressed within you. But after a single lengthy, shuddering breath, he swallowed, and shook his head.

“Oh,” he said with another lengthy breath, “oh that's not fair.”

The firm hands on your back unclenched. He would not look at you as he reached around you to the base of his cock. He pulled out carefully. When he stood up, you could see the well of the condom plump and filled full of his premature cum.

For a split second, you're simply frozen with thoughts running through your head, grimacing as if you had just broken something very expensive. Do I stay still and let him handle it? Do I say anything? Do I comfort him? OH MY GOD did i just *break* the grandmaster? Wow, it's kinda hot when his legs shake under him. Wait, why didn't I get to see his face!

His legs did shake beneath him as he stumbled away from you to pull off the spent condom and dispose of it. He washed up with a bit of scalding water and a tea towel, then reached for another condom with shaky hands. Curiosity quickly replaced your anxiety as you wondered what he was about to do with it. This condom also went on his cleaned cock, to replace the last one. This time, it took more than a few strokes to get the thing rolled all the way down the erect, but softening shaft. Once the bottom edge of the condom met the base of the shaft, his lips pursed. With one hand holding the desk for support, he held and squeezed the base of his shaft tight.

The faint but unmistakable wispy tinkling sound of cryomancy pulsed briefly in the room. He winced, hiccuped, and his legs faltered in that instance. He leaned heavily against the desk until he could regain his footing.

He seemed woozy as he turned to face you. As he strode toward you you could see how he directed his ice magic: At the base of his fleshy cock, an icy cockring cut all the way through the shaft. He turned a thin slice of himself at the base of his hard cock into solid ice, to constrict the bloodflow and remain erect.

“What did you do?” you blushed as you asked.

“Something uncomfortable. But I think you might appreciate the endurance that my discomfort affords me, if you'll forgive the interruption,” he asked.

“I could forgive the interruption if you hadn't hidden your face from me,” you said.

He dropped his head, a bit defeated, at your words. When he looked up again, his face looked beautiful and tired at once. You knew he didn't intend to disappoint you: when he thought he failed to please you, he hid his face from you during the peak of his failure. But now, the look on his face was one that sought your acceptance, your forgiveness, and your assistance.

“Hmm. You want to see my O face, do you?” he asked.

“...Yes,” you whispered, “I'm growing fond of you already.”

This caused him to pause. It also caused him to relax, to melt away some of the constant tension in his shoulders.

It wasn't just that you were growing fond of him. You wanted what he could offer you: a seamless transference of your affections, from a man that abandoned your clan, to a man whose presence in your life has been a constant.

Bi-Han kissed you apologetically.

“Reaching another orgasm will take some effort on my part. Let me attempt something if I may,” he said.

You nodded approval as he reached out to you.

He hooked an arm beneath your knees and lifted them over the arm of the chair, just to turn you over and gently lay you back down upon it crosswise, so that you found yourself bent over the arm of the chair with your hip bones hooked into the armrest, your ass in the air, your toes on the carpet, and your tits dangling against the wet spot you left in the seat. You certainly could not see his face from this position, but he could see your winking cunt, completely exposed and on offer.

The feeling of exposure gave you chillbumps of excitement, while the pressure of the arm of the chair against your bladder forced the sticky, velvety inner walls of your cunt to clamp down against each other. He ran his fingers along the backs of your thighs, kneaded open your cheeks, and teased the wet slit with the tip of his cock and the pads of his thumbs as he spoke.

“I want you here, with me. And I need you to stop thinking of running away. My vulnerabilities are not for disloyal eyes,” he asked.

His touch felt fantastic. You pressed yourself back and hunched against it. Your core flinched with each little huff.

“I'm loyal,” you mewled.

“I hope so. You are going to see everything of me that you asked to see.”

He trailed kisses up your spine, inching himself deeper into your hot cunt as he went. You closed your eyes. You knew why he chose to face you away from him, he wasn't ready for you to see him like this. You understood it to mean he felt vulnerable, not yet willing to look you in the face as he readied himself for you.

He switched his voice back to his raspy Kuai Liang mimicry to murmur praises in your ear.

“Don't take me too deep,” he said, mimicking Kuai Liang, “there's a shockingly cold surprise in store for you if you do.”

You held your breath. He sounded so good mimicking Kuai Liang, but your heart had started to want Bi-Han as himself.

“What if I don't want to pretend you're him anymore?” you asked.

You felt his teeth and lips and tongue against the back of your neck, chewing deep kisses into your spine.

“Then don't,” he purred in his own, rich gravelly voice.

You squirmed under him and slipped yourself open around his cock, demanding yet pleading out loud by whining the words “give it.”

He let himself sink into you, cock slipping deeper in your warm pussy.

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thelostmagicians · 1 year ago

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The Little Mermaid | Steve Harrington

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Summary: Something lurks underneath Lover's Lake and Steve is determined to find out. [1.8k]

Fluff, comfort, angst

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“Steve, why don’t you just listen to me for a second. I’m telling you there was nothing there that night except for you, me, Nancy, Eddie, and the demo bats. Dustin or the other kids didn’t see anything either!” Robin pulled on Steve’s sleeve as he barrelled forward towards the lake.

“You don’t understand Robs, I was underwater. There was a time frame where I should've been alone, but I wasn’t,” Steve paid her no mind as he glanced at the lake looking for any sign of life, only to be met with the silent stillness of the water.

“You were alone for like 20 seconds, Nancy went in after you first, then me and then Eddie.”

Steve sighed squatting down on a nearby rock, “But in those twenty seconds, there was someone else. I remember a voice, she kept shouting leave and… there was this second where I thought I was going to die. The bat was strangling me and I couldn’t breathe, I could literally feel my pulse slowing down until this hand reached out and ripped the tail to shreds.”

“It wasn’t a hand, Nancy broke the tail off with an oar.”

“That was the second time,” Steve simply stated.

Robin’s eyes widened in shock, “You were choked twice?”

Steve nodded, “Yeah, I guess it’s all been coming back to me now that everything’s settled and I actually have time to think you know? There was a girl and she saved my life. I have dreams - nightmares that she’s there calling out for me, but I can never get to her.”

“Maybe it’s a trauma response, like PTSD. Or some sort of metaphor. We all went through a lot and now it's finally sinking in…we're all dealing with it differently.”

Steve huffed, “I guess you’re right, maybe I do need to see that shrink Will suggested.” He followed Robin back to his car, but kept glancing back hoping to see something, anything, to confirm his suspicions, but he was met with disappointment instead.

As soon as Steve drove away, the once still lake came to life, two curious eyes peeking out of the water slowly moving behind the large rock. But the eyes vanished just as fast as they appeared leaving the lake still once again.

Steve dreaded going to sleep nowadays. Instead of a peaceful 8 hours, he always woke up feeling restless and scared. He knows that everyone had nightmares even the strongest like Hopper and Joyce, but everyone had someone. Steve had to face his nightmares alone, with no one to hold him or comfort him through the fear. He sometimes slept over at the Byers’ or Dustin’s, but he always felt like a burden when someone had to wake him up in the middle of his fits.

Tonight was no different, he tried to stay awake, even drank an extra cup of coffee but his body succumbed to the tiredness.

As soon as his eyes closed he was transported back to that night at the lake. He felt his throat closing up as the demo bat’s tail squeezed harder and harder. He tried to make himself wake up, tried to remind himself that this was just a memory but his unconscious mind wouldn’t allow it. His life was slipping away and his eyes were slowly closing until he saw a flash of purples and greens. An animal of some sort with a thick tail that glimmered in the deep lake. He saw the shiny tail slam into the bat forcing it to loosen its grip around Steve. He tried to reach out and grab the bat by its wings but then two hands came to his rescue and ripped the rest of the bat tail from his neck. He swam up and was finally able to see what saved him.

It was a girl. Well, a girl with a tail. She had the upper body and face of a human, but just below her bellybutton were scales, scales that led to a tail. A gorgeous tail reflecting shades of purples and greens. She was there fighting for him, for his life. He started swimming towards her, but was stopped by another bat taking a hold of his neck, again. He flailed around trying to get her attention, but she disappeared as soon as a splash was heard from above. This time when he opened his eyes he saw Nancy followed by Robin and Eddie fighting off the bats.

Steve woke with a startled gasp, hands going up to his neck to make sure nothing was there. His fingers found the faint scars as he rubbed it in an effort to remind himself it was all in the past. This nightmare had felt especially real, more like a memory and while he feared the real memories the most, he was grateful for finally being able to see his hero. The girl with a tail.

The next morning Steve eagerly rushed to work.

“Woah, not only are you on time, but you’re 30 min early. Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?” Robin quirked her eyebrow teasingly.

Steve huffed, trying to get his arms through his vest. “It was a girl, Rob. That night a girl saved me.”

Robin shook her head, “Steve you’re telling me that a girl jumped in after you. There was no one on the lake, but us. We would’ve seen her if she was there.”

“You’re right. There was no one on the lake, she was in it.”

“So you’re saying that she just magically appeared in the lake and was able to hold her breath and fight off bats with you. Well why didn’t she help us afterwards?”

“She wasn’t a regular girl though, she had a tail. And she could breathe underwater. It’s like she had the abilities of a sea animal, but she was also part human,” Steve explained patiently.

Robin rested her head in her hands tired of Steve’s antics, “Please not another supernatural creature. I honestly think you’re starting to get hallucinations because this can’t be real. I’m going to call Dustin, cause you’re really starting to worry me, Steve.”

Steve sighed trying to explain his vision as Robin dialed for Dustin. 20 min later Dustin showed up with a stack of library books overflowing from his backpack.

Dustin pulled out a book flipping to the page that displayed a terrifying monster with sharp teeth and mean eyes. “So what you’re describing is either a Siren or a Mermaid. Both creatures that don’t exist.”

“Isn’t most of the ocean undiscovered anyway? So there’s technically no proof that these creatures don’t exist,” Steve defended.

“Well, because this isn’t an ocean, it’s a lake. These types of creatures are usually in the deep sea,” Dustin argued.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re buying into this,” Robin exclaimed, pointing at Dustin.

Steve groaned, “How can you guys see everything we’ve seen, fight monsters, be friends with a literal superhero, and not believe in sea creatures? Look, I know what I saw. I know I sound insane, but most of our life is insane. If anyone would believe me I thought it would be you guys.”

Robin rubbed his back comfortingly, nodding at Dustin, “Alright Dustin, tell us what you know.”

“Okay so, Sirens are usually described as beautiful creatures that had alluring voices. Sometimes with a bird’s head or a human head and a fish’s tail. According to Greek mythology Sirens used to lure sailors to their rock island where they then would kill them…”

“This wasn’t a siren,” Steve cut Dustin off, “This girl had a fishtail, sure but she had a face and the upper body of a human. And she wouldn’t have saved me, just to lure me away and kill me.”

Dustin nodded, “Then I think you’ve found a Mermaid, Steve. Mermaids are known for their voices too, but it says that they are part human and part fish, sometimes having magical powers. They are known for protecting the waters and the creatures in it.”

Steve nodded, satisfied with the theory.

“So now, that you know all this and know what-or-who saved you… Are we done talking about this now, can we forget it and move on?” Robin asked.

“No, this is just a theory, I have to see her, thank her. There’s something going on and I don’t know, I feel a pull towards her, Robin. I don’t think I’ll be at peace until I actually meet her. It’s like she’s meant to be in my life.”

Robin laughed nervously, “Please tell me we aren’t going after another supernatural thing. I don’t think I can take it, I’m still recovering from the last time.”

“Yeah, and how are you even going to meet her? You’re too traumatized to even get in the pool with us Steve. Everyone noticed Mr. Swimteam Captain staying on the sidelines at his own pool party,” Dustin pointed out.

Steve looked down dejectedly, “Guys, I get it, but I need to do this. If I ever want to sleep peacefully again, I have to do this. I won’t ask you guys to get involved, but I need your support.”

Steve was on edge the rest of the shift. He was eager to leave and do some of his own investigating. The only thing stopping him, like Dustin said, was his newfound fear of water. Ever since he got pulled under and almost died, he hasn’t even been able to take a relaxing bath, let alone go in a pool. He connected everything back to the water. Barb dying in his pool, him almost dying, Eddie almost dying, the gate being opened underwater. If he wanted to meet this mermaid then he was going to have to get over his fear of the water.

Steve swerved to the right, taking the turn to Lover’s Lake before he missed it. He had to go in the lake tonight, before he lost his small boost of confidence. He parked his car and jogged over, taking off his sweater and vest.

“Every night I go to sleep and I dream of you, and I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind because I don’t know what’s real and what’s not,” Steve sighs, “so either you show me you exist or I come in there to see for myself.”

He looked at the water, the darkness of it reminding him of what could be lurking underneath. His throat started closing up as he dipped a toe and just as he was having second thoughts, he lost his balance slipping in. His mind knew what was happening, but his body was too slow. Before he had time to prepare himself, he fell in head first, fighting for his life against the water once again.

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Sing me to sleep, I don't want to wake up on my own anymore

pairings: Femshep x Garrus

genre: fluff, comfort

summary: Raven Shepard is struggling to sleep with the nightmares plaguing her mind. Too nervous to head to Garrus for comfort after their discussion about reach and flexibility, she goes to spend time with Joker. Unaware that he is more than willing to play the wingman for them while they tiptoe around their feelings for one another.

Set during ME2

word count: 4,507

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59922712

The quiet padding of bare feet on the cold metallic floor guides her as Shepard floats around the Normandy, feeling more like a ghost than a human. All things considered, she probably looks closer to one as well.

It is late into the ship's night cycle, granting her peace as she stalks the near-empty mess hall, most of the crew have since retired for the night. Those who remain simply greet her with a respectful salute, being far too tired for small talk themselves. She prefers it at this hour, as it carries less risk of being questioned over why she's not taking the chance to sleep. She doesn’t want to have to come up with a plausible lie right now, nor does she want to open that can of worms in front of some poor crew member.

Shepard softly pads over to the coffee machine, feeling her oversized Alliance T-shirt rising along her thighs to reveal her shorts as she lifts herself to grab a mug. The t-shirt had been gratefully borrowed from Joker to avoid being branded by Cerberus during the hours she should be using to relax. Not that she puts those hours to much use, instead filling the gap between filing reports with copious amounts of coffee.

Just as she gets ready to prepare a new cup, the hot water steaming from the kettle, a smooth voice cuts through the silence and causes her to jolt in surprise.

"Dr Chakwas has recently asked me to alert her if you consume any caffeine during the hours you should be asleep, Commander." EDI’s metallic voice is gentle, yet Shepard can pick up on the subtle threat and she tries to conceal the shudder that rips through her. She doesn’t want to concern Karin, not with the already lengthy list of topics the other woman has been trying to broach with her as it is.

With a deep sigh, Shepard abandons the empty mug with a small wave of her hand, dismissing the AI's concerns as she continues to idly wander around the ship, already looking for more reasons to stay awake. It's not like she wants to forgo sleep every night, especially not when she has a somewhat new team to take care of, but she can't shake the cold feeling of nothingness that creeps up on her whenever she dares to close her eyes. Dying had left its mark on her. She can still feel its icy fingers gripping around her throat and on a particularly bad night, she can see the torn remains of her original ship when her eyes are closed.

Tonight had been one of those bad nights. She hadn’t been alone in her dreams however, this time her mind decided to make the event even worse than it already was. Instead, the nightmare featured Garrus alongside her. The two of them drifted silently towards Alchera while their oxygen supply quickly depleted. Even within the safety of the waking world, Shepard can still hear the muffled gasps that escaped him before she was left floating in silence, soon to follow. For the first time in her life, she is thankful that Garrus wasn’t by her side on that day. She’s not sure she could cope coming back to life, only to find out that he hadn’t been extended the same privilege.

For a brief moment, her eyes flicker over to the doors of the main battery, but she quickly shakes the thought from her mind. It would be selfish of her to risk waking Garrus just because she's uncomfortable in her own skin after the sixth nightmare of the week. She had already confirmed his vital signs with EDI upon awakening, letting the knowledge that he’s safe bring a small comfort to her pounding heart. Besides, the last thing she wants to do is to cause worry and potentially ruin the delicate start of whatever it is that's growing between them.

The flirting between the pair has since grown in frequency, moving from friendly banter into something more heated, and more meaningful. But she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable, especially not with the weight of her position. She lets out a small huff of laughter, letting her head fall back against the ship's cool interior. If anyone could see past her calm and collected mask, it would be Garrus.

Shoving the desire for his comfort deep into the back of her heart, she lets her body carry her through the ship, occasionally swaying from the exhaustion.

She eventually finds herself in the cockpit, the warm orange interfaces glowing within the dim space. Joker turns to greet her and whatever jest he has prepared on the tip of his tongue dies instantly when he glances her way. He watches with badly concealed concern as she drags herself to the co-pilot seat and all but throws herself into it, bringing her knees up against her chest while she curls into herself with a small groan.

“EDI, this conversation is classified and unrelated to Cerberus. So shoo for a moment and stop listening, or just pretend that you aren’t here and delete any logs that are being made, I don’t know. Just… shoo.” Joker’s tone is light, yet his voice is tinted with worry.

“Very well, Mr Moreau,” EDI announces before her blue hologram dies down, leaving the duo in silence.

“You know, I would make a joke about not realising how easy it would be to get some peace up here, but I feel like that trick was a one-time use.” He adds flippantly. Shepard gives him a small chuckle in response and shifts to rest her cheek against her knees, now facing him and for the first time since their reunion, he properly takes her in with a slight frown.

“You didn’t need to send her away,” Shepard says slowly, feeling a small amount of pity for the AI.

He doesn’t bother to reply, instead, he continues his inspection. She can feel his eyes on her and she doesn’t want to imagine how much of a mess she must look like. She’s visibly exhausted, that much she knows is obvious, she’s also aware that her usually expressive eyes have since lost their gleam, leaving her much less lively. Raven knows what's coming, so before he can release an onslaught of bad jokes to distract her from her worries, she stops him in his tracks.

“It wasn’t your fault, Jeff. I know you’ve been carrying that blame for years now, I also know better than anyone that words alone won’t change a damn thing. But it was my choice and I don’t regret it.” Her voice is low and gentle as she completely drops the commander mask within the comfort of the cockpit. Joker clenches his fists, his nails digging into the flesh of his palm while he tries to argue, but no words dare to come out. The silence hangs between them for a moment before she continues, “Besides, how can you blame yourself for a death when the dead person is sitting here right now, alright and alive?”

She flashes him an awkward smile and she can tell he knows the angle she’s playing, using his own form of humour to diffuse the situation. A ticket out in case he’s not willing to let himself become vulnerable while he’s still expected to fly the ship.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks, Shep. Did you come all this way to give me a midnight pep talk or are you serious about taking up that co-pilot seat? Cause no offence, I trust EDI more than you with that task.”

“Ouch. That hurts, Joker,” She says lightly, throwing her legs over the arm of the chair as she gets comfortable, ignoring the way he carefully tries to swat them off, “It’s my ship, so this is technically my chair as well. I can sit here if I want to. You didn’t complain when I came to hang out with you on the SR-1.”

“Yeah well, back then you would sneak me a coffee. You didn’t bring the peace offering this time.” He rolls his eyes at the bright laugh he lures out of her.

“I was about to make some coffee, but EDI would have snitched on me to Chakwas.” Joker doesn’t need to look at her to know that she’s pouting, shooting a playful glare to the AI who shouldn’t be listening.

“Probably because she knew you would have made two cups for yourself and then one for me. Speaking of… As much as I enjoy you gracing me with your presence, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” He doesn’t miss the way she freezes up, suddenly finding the distant stars more interesting than their current conversation, “Shep- Raven, when was the last time you slept?”

Her scoff cuts through the dull hum of the engines as she grows more frustrated by the question. Frantically, she runs her hand through the silky black hair that has since been released from its usual braid. She takes a moment to control her breathing and smothers the spark of annoyance before she tries to speak.

“I can’t.”

He shrugs in response as he turns back to focus on flying the Normandy back to the Citadel to re-stock. She relaxes further into the chair, making the most of the soft leather while watching the stars twinkle around her. They are different here compared to the view from her cabin, they don’t seem to mock her down here. Her quiet musings are interrupted by Joker dramatically clearing his throat, she raises an eyebrow, urging him to get on with it.

“Well, I was just thinking,” he starts before being instantly interrupted.

“Oh no.” She deadpans.

“First of all, rude. Second of all, why did you come to me of all people?”

“What do you mean? I’ve known you since before the original Normandy, you’re like my brother by now, Joker.” She stares at him incredulously before being overtaken by a small yawn.

“That’s oddly sweet of you, sis, but I already knew that and it’s also not what I meant,” a small smirk appears on his face as he continues to stare straight ahead, “I’m just surprised you didn’t go to Garrus, that’s all. Considering you seem to take him everywhere, talk to him about everything, and funnily enough, you speak about him all the time.”

“Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration,” she mutters and bites the inside of her lip in thought. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but she wasn’t about to let him know that. Not that she needed to in the slightest. “I didn’t want to interrupt him, that’s all.”

“Ah, so you came to pester the one flying us through space at an unholy hour. Thank you, Commander!” Joker states cheerfully, ignoring the glare he can feel emanating from his right. He glances over at her again before they can settle into an easy silence, “Am I ever going to get that t-shirt back, by the way?”

“Nope.” She punctuates her point by tilting her head, her cheek now resting against the back of the soft chair as she stares at the flicking displays around her. The fluorescent interface captivates her and she finds her eyelids beginning to grow heavy.

As a comforting peace descends over the pair, she can’t help herself from thinking about Garrus once more. They had flirted a lot, a new and dangerous game of chicken where they were both more than happy to lose. Sure, she has a lot to say about the man to any who would listen, but his skills with his rifle are impeccable. No one could blame her for boasting about her squad, not when it has saved her life more than once. If she boasted about one over the other… well, maybe there was more truth to Joker’s words than she realised. She just hopes no one else has caught on enough to inspect too closely. The last thing she needs is a potential audience to witness her fumbling through her words and emotions. Doing it in front of him is daunting enough already.

Shepard’s bones feel heavy as the nauseating wave of built-up exhaustion washes over her, demanding her eyes to flutter shut despite her battles against it.

“I think I really like him, Joker…More than…” She confesses before succumbing to sleep, leaving the pilot in stunned silence.

Joker stares at her momentarily before giving a small eye-roll, spinning his chair to the side to watch over her.

“Yeah, kinda knew that already, Ravs…Glad you’re finally catching up. Hey EDI, can you get Garrus up here?” He waits for a moment, expecting the blue glow of her display to flicker to life, only to be met with nothing. “Seriously, EDI? You can stop pretending to not listen now and go tell Garrus to get his spiky butt up here.” “Understood, you should have started with that.” If she possessed a mouth, Joker would be certain she was smirking.

The steady hum of machinery floats around the main battery, grounding Garrus as he stands before the Thanix Canon, doing his best to ignore the aching of his limbs. He taps away at its amber screen, improving its firing algorithms and squeezing out the extra 0.23% he has been working towards all evening. He quickly flicks his eyes towards the time displayed on his visor, the vision becoming blurry as he confirms his suspicions with only a small amount of regret: he’s been working late into his off-duty hours again.

“If Shepard were to find out, she’d have a small speech about how I should look after myself more already prepared…” He mutters to himself, his mandibles fluttering out into a small grin.

Despite the weariness that has sunken deep into his bones after days of sacrificing sleep for survival, he’s still unable to keep himself still for more than a few minutes, not when there’s a new ship with even newer weaponry to inspect. Even though it’s been a handful of weeks, a part of him still can’t believe he’s stood within the Normandy yet again. Not after Joker had broken the news to him two horrible years ago and certainly not after attending the funeral of his best friend. Yet she was back, and so were all the complicated feelings he wanted to run from, ones that she always drew out of him the second she hovered into his line of sight.

Feelings that no good turian would act on.

With a deep stretch, he takes solace in the shining walls of the ship, providing an old comfort as a sharp sting travels throughout his injured mandible. He tries to conceal his flinch, not wanting to agitate the healing wound more than he already has done, Spirits knows he doesn’t need that lecture from Dr Chakwas again. Before he has the chance to continue with his work, his six fingers hovering above the console and ready to inch closer towards that 0.25%, a smooth voice cuts through the silence.

“Officer Vakarian, Mr Moreau requests your presence on the bridge.” Her tone leaves very little room for argument as the hologram pops up in his peripheral.

“Right, thanks EDI.” He replies plainly before making sure to save his progress, not wanting something to mess it up and waste his hours of mind-numbing work.

The journey to the cockpit is uneventful as the ship silently floats through space, a skeleton crew working diligently through the night to keep everything running, even with the AI onboard. The rhythmic echo of his shoes against the metallic floor is his only companion as he lets his mind wander. Its destination rarely changes away from Shepard.

The way her black hair, as dark as the void that surrounds them, swings behind her. Her hair always fascinates him whenever he sees her tie parts of it together, her fingers quickly weaving the strands together in a way that makes his head spin. Or how she bites the inside of her cheek, doing her best to hold back a smile whenever something amuses her when in “commander mode”. A part of him aches as he watches her lock more of herself away for the good of the many, leaning towards the icon they expect of her and further away from the human she is. Well, she does whenever they’re not together, he notes with a small amount of smugness.

His mind still comes to a screeching halt when he replays the moment she blatantly revealed her feelings for him as if it were easy, proposing a night together to push their friendship towards unknown territories. Except he knew her well enough by now to know she was just as nervous as he currently is. He could easily spot the nervous scrunch of her nose when she smiled up at him after the proposition. The same scrunch that appeared the day she became a Spectre, or the day he pitifully begged her to consider using the Mako’s breaks before they both got covered in krogan vomit. Her gentle words spoke of blowing off steam and yet her eyes screamed for more, for stability, and he couldn’t deny his own feelings that mirrored hers.

He always was a bad turian, he thinks with a small snort.

It’s not long before he is dragged out of his mind and greeted with the back of the pilot’s chair. He can’t remember the last time found himself in the cockpit. He never normally needed anywhere other than the crew deck, or the hangar unless they were docked. Before he can even announce his presence, the chair quickly spins to reveal Joker, a single finger against his lips while the other points towards the co-pilot's seat.

He cocks his head to the side in confusion before his cerulean eyes trail over to the corner, only to widen at the sight while his mandibles flick out in shocked amusement. Commander Raven Shepard is sprawled out within the wide chair, making the woman look oddly small in contrast. What’s even more shocking is the fact that she’s sleeping, deeply if her position is anything to go by. Her legs are thrown over the armrest in a way Garrus can’t imagine being very comfortable, while a single arm dangles off the side of the chair. Her chin is tucked tightly against her chest and her loose hair has fallen against her face, creating a small barrier to hide her sleeping expression from sight.

“Ah…”

“So you can see why I called you up here,” Joker adds, deepening Garrus’ confusion.

“To witness the fact that she can rest for more than twenty minutes at a time, without finding something else to do instead? Or did you need a witness to confirm that you’re not hallucinating and that she is asleep?”

“No, not that. Well… partially that, but that’s beside the point. Someone needs to take Ravs up to her room. Preferably before she wakes up with her muscle aching in five different places and I somehow get the blame for it.” Joker pauses for a moment, his eyes not once moving away from Garrus. “It’s not like I’m capable of helping her, even if she would let me. Which is why you are here, considering you’re the only one that she would let close enough in this state.”

Garrus opens his mouth to interject with a witty retort, but he struggles to find one. It’s not like he can lie to Joker. Well he could, but the man could also quite easily call him out on his bullshit. He never used to consider the Normandy’s pilot a friend, not back when they were nothing more than working together to hunt Saren down. Things slowly changed between them when they both lost her. One was wrecked with guilt, the knowledge that he had condemned his oldest friend. The other was wrecked with the loss of his only friend, torn from his side too soon.

He finds himself silenced as he stares down at her, completely unable to form a response and for a moment, he wonders if Joker can see the conflict. The deeply hidden fear that he will mess everything up and lose her once more.

“For what it’s worth… You have my seal of approval.” His voice is unnaturally soft and void of all humour. It’s not often that Joker shows his serious side, “You’re good for one another and work well together, you will make a scarily good couple.”

Garrus surprises himself with the relieved laugh that escapes him, only to be silenced by a low, harsh, shushing sound.

“I’m glad that you’re happy and all, but the last thing we need is a groggy biotic getting a rude awakening in my bridge. So if you can escort sleeping beauty back to her cabin before that happens, I would appreciate it.”

With a small roll of his eyes, he gingerly approaches the small corner of the bridge, lowering himself before her. From the new vantage point, he can easily see the cybernetic scars peeking through the shield of hair. They had already started to heal, finally letting the skin hide the harsh orange. A selfish part of him will miss them, even with the knowledge of her insecurity surrounding them. At least with them vanishing, it showed progress when it came to her letting herself relax, one less thing for him to worry about.

He slowly raises his hand and tucks the hair behind her ears. The black strands feel like silk within his fingers and flow like water when a stubborn lock escapes, hellbent on covering her. Garrus keeps his subvocals subdued, aware that Cerberus had given her an advantage in that department, despite the hum of contentment and adoration threatening to claw its way up his throat. Before Joker can open his mouth and ruin his mood, Garrus carefully places one arm under her legs while the other weaves around her back, easily pulling her into his arms. He slowly stands, turning to give the pilot a grateful nod before turning to make the trek back to her cabin.

Garrus takes his time as he enters the spacious cabin. Now that she is in his arms, he is reluctant to put her down. After lugging around a thirty-nine-kilogram sniper for hours on end, she weighs next to nothing in his arms without her usual armour. A small part of him wants to get used to the way her head rests against his cowl, the picture of comfort despite the way her cheek is pressed against his armour.

He glances around the room as he advances deeper into her space, noting the dozens of datapads overtaking her desk before he lowers her onto the large bed. The thick duvet has already been thrown to one side, a clear sign of her previous attempt to rest. After draping it over her, Garrus hesitates, unsure if he is overstepping before a sudden burst of courage guides his hand and tenderly tucks her under the multitude of spare blankets she has collected. He doesn’t miss the way multiple of them cover the leather sofa, nor the pillows that had been taken from her bed accompanying them.

With a satisfied flick of a mandible, he turns to leave before a pale hand quickly shoots out from under the fabric nest, strong yet slender fingers wrapping around his wrist. He slowly turns and is greeted by two grey eyes staring up at him.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” Garrus accuses, unsure of what else to say. “I didn’t tiptoe up here in heavy armour for you to wake up now.”

She gives a tired chuckle, her eyes crinkling with mirth as she snuggles deeper under the covers. “I could pretend to be asleep if it makes you feel better?” “I would prefer it if you were actually sleeping,” His eyes slowly trail back over to the sofa, “preferably in your bed.”

Shepard gives a noncommittal shrug as she follows his gaze, the remnants of sleep slurring her words. “I don’t wake to see stars over there.”

His eyes shoot up to the window above her bed and a chill creeps across his body. His subvocals share his discomfort and anger on her behalf and for a moment, he forgets that she can now pick up on parts of it. He awkwardly clears his throat, hoping it could contain his emotions. He gives her a strained smile, noticing the way she has begun drawing small, comforting circles into the smooth underarmour covering his wrist with her thumb.

“Well, next time we’re at the Citadel, I’ll find you a nice banner to stick up there instead. What do you want the design to be? Blasto? The Mako flying off the side of a mountain upside down?” He can’t help the joy that flutters in his chest when her laugh reaches him, her hand coming up to cover her face. “Hm, I’ll find something, I’m sure. You should try to rest until then, Shepard.”

She lets out a deep sigh, sinking deeper into the bed before tugging on his wrist. “Would you stay?”

Garrus feels his mind blank, not for the first time in her presence.

“Not like that, I know we said we would wait for…that. It’s just…” She trails off, running a frustrated hand through her already messy hair as she looks for the right words to say. “I feel safe when I’m around you and even though I’ll probably still have a nightmare, it’s less daunting knowing you’re around.”

He watches as her face reddens with the confession, her fingers nervously twitching against his wrist as she waits for him. She averts her eyes, staring past him to watch the fish idly swim around their tank. He gently pries her fingers off him, the disappointment in her eyes sending a knife through his heart.

He takes a step back before unlatching his chestplate. “I need to remove this armour first, I doubt you want cold metal pressed against you all night?”

“I’m sure I’ve slept against worse things during my time in the Alliance,” she mumbles half-heartedly before growing serious again, “thank you, Garrus.”

Garrus gives her a calm smile before he removes the rest of the armour, carefully placing it on one side of the sofa. He then slides under the covers with her, pulling her close to him. Her back is pressed against his chest while his hands rest over her stomach, holding her tight. She shuffles slightly, finding a comfortable spot on her side and he lets out a small hiss as her bare, and cold, foot brushes against his leg. She mumbles out a small apology before she gets lectured on how turians and the cold don’t mix, earning her a small grunt of acknowledgement. With the sounds of his quiet breathing and the steady hum of the fish tank, she finds her eyes growing heavy once more.

#♥. writing #♥. Raven Shepard #Mass Effect #Mass Effect 2 #shakarian #shepard x garrus #femshep #commander shepard #garrus vakarian #garrus x femshep #garrus x shepard #garrus romance #jeff joker moreau

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candywife333 · 11 months ago

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Kidnapped......By Choice

And I am back guys. Sorry for the super long hiatus. Will finish Moo Moo part 2 right after I release this small drabble/one shot hybrid (going to call them DRAB-ONE from now on😆)

pairing: Kidnapper Jungkook x chubby oblivious , super nonchalant Y/N

4th DAY OF CHRISTMAS

(DRAB-ONE)

Trigger: mention of trafficking

As usual, little to no proofreading

Could a girl never get some peace and quiet in this freaking world? I shifted from side to side, attempting to catch sleep but the raucous noise of the dinner party beneath my room prevented me from even drifting off.

As I felt myself slowly succumb into the warm embrace of a peaceful slumber, I heard the sudden thud of my window swing open. BAM! BAM!

WTF?!!! THIS BITCH WAS GOING TO GET IT NOW??!!! WHO THE FUCK WAS OUT TO MAKE ME A SLEEPLESS , STRESS RIDDEN LITTLE TROLL?!!!

That's when I saw him standing against the window, almost a silent specter. Well built thick thighs encased in black leather , check. White ski mask barely showing a peek of pink luscious lips, check. Strong shoulders and arms outlined by a dark leather jacket tapering down to reveal an itty, bitty tiny waist, check.

As I literally gobbled his form up with my eyes, the man sauntered over, as a fluid as a panther towards me. "Hey, hey, dude. Stay right there man. I'm a nervous farter. I wouldn't want to fart on you and make you suffer from inhaling the noxious fumes that come out of my ass".

He quirked one of his eyebrows up seemingly trying to hold laughter in, as he rumbled out in a deep masculine voice that made my panties suspiciously moist, "That is seriously all you have to say to an intruder who has come into your bedroom at night? You are warning him that you might fart? That is your threat"?

I put one hand on my head, growling out in impatience, "Look bro, I wouldn't be warning you if it actually wasn't a weapon of mass destruction. You picked the wrong one tonight. I could ruin your sense of smell so bad that you would think a jar of pickles smell like petunias. Don't test the power of the FLATULENCE. OK"?

I slapped my ass vehemently to prove a point......and also assert dominance. Who the hell did this handsome, drool-worthy dude bro think he was, walking in on me in a ripped stained crop top and sleep shorts that had been swallowed by my ass from behind? I had never been so indecently clothed in the presence of a man. And worst of all, a stranger at that.

However, none of this bravado stopped him in his path as he stood right in front of me. His dark eyes glinted like two twinkling stars in the night sky. "Look little lady, it is better if you cooperate. You are right now being kidnapped, why don't you actually show preservation skills and some healthy dose of fear"?

I snorted, clearly making him surprised as he glared at me in confusion, "There ain't anything small about me man. Everything is large or extra large. Not a small bone in my body since I was 10 years old. Now, why don't you move out of my way before I sit on you and suffocate you with my fat cells and bad odor".

Mirth filtered through his eyes as he seemed to be holding back a laugh. Before I could blink, he restrained my arms behind me. As usual my weak arm strength (can't even do a push up) made me as moldable as jello. He tied my wrists with rope and shoved me onto the bed.

I felt super annoyed. First of all, I wasn't getting sleep. Number two, I wasn't even that pretty enough for him to kidnap and sell into any human trafficking. The trafficker would take one look at me, spit in my chubby face, and shove me back where I came from. That would be the first time, they would want a refund. Well everything has a first I guess.

Before I could sit up on the bed and catch my bearings, he had taken off his mask. My jaw fell open and I swear I started drooling. Jungkook? The hot high school senior that I had been mooning over for close to three years? Why was he trying to kidnap me? Wait......why was I resisting? This was a dream come true.

My mood completely switched as I had a grin on my face, brimming with happiness, "Hey, Jungkook-ssi , why don't you kidnap me a little faster and harder...if you catch my drift"?

He looked bewildered as his piercings shined in the dim light, "You..you aren't scared of what is going on right now"?

I kicked my chubby feet into the air in excitement, cheeks blushing, "I have always wanted to be abducted by you, so I don't mind. So, where are you taking me .....and what depraved activities do you have in mind. Would you mind taking me away for a month, at least till math finals are over"? I winked at him, entreating him to give me an answer.

He stood there, paralyzed in shock as he gritted out, teeth clenched, "This was just supposed to be a prank, your brother dared me to do it for 500 bucks". Tears slipped down my face, lips pouting. "What do you mean Jungkook-ssi? Do you mean that you were never supposed to rail me roughly into oblivion? This was all a set-up"?

Not able to deal with my fake crying, he started trying to reassure me, "No Y/N, it was just a light hearted prank, and I needed the money. Please don't misunderstand, I never meant to harm you. I was just supposed to get you scared enough and have the drone camera outside the window record it".

I peered out the window and saw the drone. My expression fell flat, and I felt glum...disappointed at the outcome. I wanted to be roughly porked like in those dark romance novel books with the mafia leaders who were kidnappers. Well, a girl can have here fantasies I guess, but maybe they were never meant to be.

I sullenly sighed, "Ok then Jungkook-ssi. Now that you got the reaction, why don't you leave? I am tired and sleepy. If you don't do it, it is ok. I will just find someone else to do it".

He seemed relieved, till he heard the last line of what I said. His eyes became frantic, smoldering with anger and lips in a hard straight line as he spit out, "What do you mean someone else"?

I yawned, settling back under the covers, rubbing my eyes, "Are you slow or something Jungkook-ssi. I thought my noncon kidnapping kink would be satisfied today and I could knock it off my checklist. But I guess I just have to find someone to pound me from behind, in a ski mask propped onto a window-sill. It just won't be you. Perhaps....Hoseok-ssi, he did grin my way last week in dance club. Maybe he would be interested".

As my eyes closed slowly, head sinking onto the pillow below I felt a weight dip onto the bed and my wrist pinned onto either side of the bed. I opened my eyes suddenly, to be met with Jungkook's feral grin right above me. I tried batting him away, irritated. What did he want now? His big veiny hands grabbed me by my wrists as his hot breath ghosted my neck. He panted with exertion as he continued in a lethal tone, "I will kill any man who dares touch you. Don't test me sweetheart. I am the only one who gets to have you against a window-sill".

I snorted, amused at his antics. He hadn't looked my way in the past 3 years that I had devotedly followed him around campus. And now suddenly after a stupid bet, he was possessive over me. Nonsense. Balderdash. I turned around on my side, pushing my bed covers higher on my body. This tomfoolery at 12 am was not what I wanted to hear. I drawled out groggily, "Like you would be attracted to my sagging granny panty clad ass. Just go back man. Had enough of lies for today".

Suddenly, I felt cold air abruptly filter onto my pussy and butt. Startled, I looked up to see my damp panties in his vascular hands. Smirking deviously as he rubbed my clit slowly with his calloused finger, spreading the moisture around, making me mewl and clutch at his coat, he whispered against my neck, "What made you think that granny panties would stop me sweetheart"?

#chubby reader #bts x plus size reader #bts x reader #comedy #bts x chubby reader #little smut #smidge of smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x chubby reader #jungkook x curvy reader #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic

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bakugokemkatsuki · 1 year ago

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Overworked

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Reader

**Pro Hero Era **Genre: Fluff **Warning(s): Cussing, use of nickname love for reader, reader size as being smaller mentioned once **Reader GN/Fem/M **Key: Talking; You, Izuku, "Bakugo"

Dating the number one pro came with a lot of responsibility. The news constantly had their eye on him on you on the relationship. They were looking for any reason to rip him to shreds but also any reason to boost him up. This was a lot to handle for one person and you tried to help him bare as much of the weight as possible, but you could only do so much. He was All Might’s successor, the new symbol of peace and justice. That was a lot to handle. This led to Deku making less and less time for you but more importantly less and less time for himself. He was pulling long hours working 12 to 14 hours a day 7 days a week. And if he wasn’t at the office, on a mission, or patrolling he was on call; ready to jump into action the second he was needed. After months of this you could see it was really taking a toll on him. His mental and emotional health were going down the drain. His physical health was starting to faulter as well. He had dark bags under his eyes and was covered in so many bruises and cuts from all the fights he had been in recently. His hair was always a mess, and he wasn’t eating nearly enough. You’d finally had enough, you were going to have a serious talk with him about all of this, tonight. You had tried to bring it up several times before, but he always assured you he was fine and brushed past it. You weren’t taking no for an answer today.

You heard the jingle of his keys as he unlocked the door to the apartment. “Hey love, I’m home.” “I’m in the kitchen.” You were waiting. It was now or never. “Hey, love how was- “Izuku stopped mid-sentence as he entered the kitchen. You sat at the table waiting for him with a very serious look in your face. “Love, what’s wrong?” concern laced Izuku’s voice. “We need to talk. Please sit down.” He sat down visibly nervous. In ways you found it funny seeing the worlds new symbol of peace so afraid of you. I mean you were MUCH smaller than him and your quirk was in no means even comparable to his. “Izu we need to have a serious discussion.” “Love I’m sorry, whatever I did to upset you please, forgive me. You know I would never upset you on purp-“ You cut him off as you reached across the table to grab is hand. “Izu I’m not mad. I just want talk to you about work.” “Work?” “Yes Izu. Work. You keep avoiding me and saying your fine and your not and I will not accept that answer anymore. You are struggling. I can see it. The stress and pressure is really getting to you. From your hair to your eyes to the fact you don’t even eat dinner with me most nights anymore. I can see it in the way you fight, the way you present yourself, the way you act. I mean you come home shower sleep maybe 4-5 hours get up work out and go back to the office again. Your NOT taking care of yourself Izu. Seeing you like this hurts. I want to help you.” Izuku was silent for a moment. “Your right… I am struggling.” Tears start to form in the corners of his eyes as he speaks. “I was always taught to put others first and to be a symbol, a hero everyone could look up too. I was built to take All Might’s place, but it’s much harder than it seems.” “I know love, but if you don’t take care of yourself now, you won’t be here to take care of others later.” “Your right love, and I’m sorry. I have been neglectful to both you and myself. I will make it up to you.” “Izu. I understand. I know your busy being the worlds greatest hero.” “Thanks. I’m going to go call out tomorrow so we can spend the whole day relaxing.” “No need. I already made arrangements. Bakugo and Shoto are going to split taking over some extra work while you’re gone. The office gave you a whole week off. I wasn’t the only one who noticed you pushing yourself to much. Those two did as well. I believe Bakugo’s exact words were ‘Icyhot and I have got this covered. Get the damn nerd to take time off before he kills himself.’ Those two really care about you. As do I, so please spend the week with me?” “Sure my love. I’ll try to cut back some on hours when I go back as well.” “Thanks Izu. Now lets eat so we can go to bed.”

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headkiss · 2 years ago

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hii!! how r u?? i hope fine :) i love ur work so much and i was wondering if u could write sth with steve, maybe r being tired and ready for a nap but she cant cause then she wont sleep at night and that stresses her out so steve kinda forceses her not to sleep and r is like cuddly and stuff ?? ignore how detailed that was. feel free to change however you like

hiii i’m good ty!! hope u are too <33 tysm for ur request, as a tired girl, i enjoyed writing this one :)) | 0.5k major fluff

You’re watching random reruns on TV with Steve when your tiredness hits you. The heavy eyes, the droopy head that you have to jerk back up to keep yourself awake.

It’s probably the fifth time you do it when Steve—with his arm around your shoulders, his thigh against yours—huffs a laugh.

“You can sleep if you want to.”

“No, I can’t,” you whine, your head tilting back to rest on his arm.

“Why not? You can barely keep your eyes open.”

He’s right. You’re tired often, but it seems to be hitting you harder today.

“Because, if I sleep now, I won’t be able to fall asleep tonight.”

Sleep for you is already hard to come by at night, and Steve knows that. It’s probably why he thinks you should get some rest now. As good as a nap sounds, you know it’ll only make things worse for you tonight.

“Sweetheart.”

“You know I’m right.”

You are, but Steve just wants you to feel better. On the bad nights, he’ll stay awake with you until you fall asleep, no matter how late (early?) it is. He squeezes his arm around you.

“Okay. Do you want me to make coffee?”

He’s so quick to offer and it makes you smile. Most caring boy ever, especially with you. Instead of telling you you’re being silly, or something like that, all he wants to do is help in any way he can.

“Mmm. Then I’ll be too awake, you know?”

“How about a non-drowsy tea?”

“That would be nice.”

“‘Kay. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He stands from the couch, leaving a kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the clink of a mug on the counter, the tap running. It’s so nice to live with someone you love, you think, to get to hear them be present all the time. So peaceful, that your eyes are heavy all over again.

You get up to avoid shutting your eyes, walking to the kitchen. For a minute, you just observe him. The way his t-shirt stretches across his back, the way his hair sits a bit messier from leaning on the cushions.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, dropping your cheek to rest between his shoulders.

Steve jumps just a bit, “you scared me. Sneaky thing.”

“Sorry,” you mumble against his back.

His hands run across your arms, “don’t you dare be sorry for hugging me.”

He squeezes your arms lightly before going back to your tea. The kettle’s placed on the stove, the tea bag ripped open and dropped into your mug. Then, he turns in your hold.

Your head is tilted upwards to look at him, and Steve can’t stop himself from pushing your hair from your face gently.

“Hi,” you say, a lazy smile on your face.

“Hi.” He pecks you once, twice, three times. “Still tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Hopefully this’ll help.”

Before you can say anything he grabs your hand and spins you around, making you dance with him with no music besides the sound of the kettle getting warmer on the stove.

“Steve,” you try to sound like you’re complaining, but the smile is evident in your voice.

This is much better than napping, you think.

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riptideripley · 7 months ago

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Chapter Ten of Addicted

word count: 986

It was Friday, the first day of the draft. Rhea sat on the couch and was excited to see Bianca as the first draft pick, making a mental note to call her later. Hearing that Jey would stay on Raw gave her so much peace, after talking to him since last Tuesday she finally made her peace on what her future choices would be.

Standing up and going to the kitchen, she grabbed a small bowl and heated up some soup Jey had made the day before he had to leave out to get ready for Raw. Her phone started to ring and it was the one person she for damn sure didn't want to speak to, Dom.

"Hello?"

"Hey mami, how's the shoulder?"

"It's doing better. How's your elbow?"

"Better as well. Hey you wouldn't have talked to Liv or JD lately have you?"

Shit. "No.. I haven't, why?" she lied straight to him, not that it bothered her any.

"Oh alright just wondering.. you watching the draft? How's Bella?"

"Yeah I'm watching.. and Bella is fine."

Dom could sense something was wrong with her tone but didn't want to pressure her about it. But something was definitely.. off.

"You seem tired so I'll let you go, night mami"

"Night Dom"

She immediately hung up and got this weird feeling, it was like he knew that she knew. She dialed JD's number and waited patiently.

"JD? Are you alone right now or.."

"Yeah what's up? Everything okay?"

"I um.. I think he knows that you told me."

"..what?"

"We were on the phone and he just seemed off, it feels like he knows JD. I just don't want anything or anyone to get hurt okay?"

"Yeah..yeah. Hey listen, call Damian alright?

He hung up, leaving Rhea confused. 'Why do I need to call him..' she thought and brushed it off, grabbing her bowl and returning to the couch.

As the night went on and Smackdown was finished, she finally decided to call Damian.

"Hello?" Iyo had answered the phone.

"Hey Iyo, is Damian around? I need to talk to him, it's kind of important."

She heard some shuffling around and waited, glancing down at a sleeping Bella on her side.

"Hey Sis, you alright?"

"Yeah I'm alright but.. JD told me to call you. It's about Dom and Liv.." she trailed off going quiet. She hated the thought of them together and just talking about it made her want to rip someone's head off.

"Oh I see.. look me and Cody found out some shit about them. Apparently they've been sneaking around behind your back since like December or some shit, you'll have to ask Cody. Look I don't know as much as he does but-"

"Don't even bother. I'll talk to Cody myself, don't tell anyone you told me okay? Talk to me after the draft." she hung up before Damian could respond, tossing her phone to the side. She just needed some rest and this will all be over by the morning.

Time Skip. April 29th.

Rhea had talked to Cody about the situation. Now all she needed to do was wait for Damian to call her once the draft was over tonight. "Hey Rips you alright? You seem zoned out over there" Roman spoke, breaking her from her thoughts.

"Yeah I'm alright.. just a little worried about this whole thing with Liv and Dom" she confessed, scooping Bella up into her hand. "I understand but look it's nothing neither one of us can do about it yet alright? We just have to trust Damian, Cody, and whoever the hell else is involved to fix this shit." he told her, setting some plates down on the counter with a slice of toast.

She sighed and waited for him to finish spreading some butter on her toast, grabbing the vegemite from the cabinet. "Have you talked to Jey?"

"No.. Not since yesterday morning" she responded, spreading some vegemite onto her toast. "Well I'll be back, I'm gonna take Barry and Luna to the vet today so you can rest. Does Bella need to go or is she good?" he asked as he stood up, finishing the rest of his toast.

"She has an appointment next month"

Time Skip. 10:45pm.

Her phone rang.

"Damian?"

"Hey. So look, I know you saw what happened earlier on Raw. But I've talked to Cody, he's gonna see what he can do."

"Alright.." she trailed off, scrolling through her laptop. It didn't take her long to get all of Dom's messages and even the camera roll hooked up to her laptop, seeing as she had to do the same thing with Liv. "I'm just looking at some shit here from his phone if you're wondering why I'm quiet."

"How the hell- You know what, I don't even wanna know. Where's Roman? I thought he would be home by now."

"He's out with Dean right now, they should be on the way back with Seth though"

"Shit- Sorry I gotta go, Doms calling"

"Oh-" the line cut. She continued to scroll, seeing messages discussing her injury.

"Hey Rips..? Are you alright in here? Seth is downstairs if you want to say hi" Roman spoke as he opened her door, watching her slam her laptop closed. He sensed something was up and walked in, shutting the door behind him.

"What happened?" "I.. I found some stuff from his phone that I hooked up to my laptop. Look, should I just wait until after Backlash to talk to him?"

Roman sat there and thought for a second, "Yeah.. that's the best choice you got right now. Look, backlash is this Saturday so let's just wait it out and talk to them after alright?"

She nodded and sat her laptop beside her, kicking the soft grey covers off her legs. "I'll go talk to Seth, how's his back?" "He's feeling better"

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wrestling #damien priest

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taeswolfie · 1 year ago

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

☽︎𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚☾︎

Ch.02 - Ch.04

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.4k

Y/n lays asleep in her bed, hair splayed across her pillow and lips slightly parted as slow and steady breaths move her chest. Her sleep is peaceful until a distant howl is heard. Her brows furrow and her breathing picks up a bit as she starts to shift in her sleep. Her hands clench and her legs move, her sheets quickly becoming wrapped around them as her head moves to the side. Another howl rips through the air. Her skin is coated with a thin layer of sweat as she starts to pant, her face conveying the fear from her dream.

Screams.

The color yellow.

Bloody claws.

Red eyes.

She sits bolt upright with a gasp, her eyes wide and glowing their violet hue, hands grasping at her chest. She looks down and holds her hands in front of her face. When she sees they're clean she sighs in relief. She rakes a hand through her hair as she takes deep breaths to calm herself. In through the nose, out through the mouth. As she calms down her irises dim to their normal e/c hue. The details from her dream instantly start slipping from her mind and she can't remember anything that happened. All she remembers is the fear when she saw them. The red eyes. They were angry, power hungry, a fire of rage flickering within their depths. She had a feeling she wouldn't be getting back to sleep tonight so she grabbed a blanket and went to the living room to watch TV until it was time for her to get ready for school.

...

"So you killed her?" Stiles asks as he opens the school door, letting Y/n and Scott through before following himself. Scott had been telling them about his nightmare where he wolfed out and killed Allison on a school bus.

"I don't know." Scott shrugged. "I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently."

"TMI, Stiles." Y/n gave him a slightly disgusted look, but still chuckled at his blunt delivery.

"A) I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B) never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott continued.

"Noted." Stiles nodded. "Let me take a guess here."

"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"No, of course not." Scott looked at Stiles for a moment before he caved. "Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right?"

"You know, dreams have a way of showing us our own stresses and desires. We process things through our dreams. That particular one could be your own worries and fears about hurting her." Y/n shared.

"Personally I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly." Stiles complimented. "You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher." Scott hinted.

"Who, Derek?" Stiles smacks the back of Scott's head and Y/n promptly returned the gesture to Stiles. He looked at her in offense, rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't hit him. He has a point." She scolded.

"You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." Scott said.

"How real?" Y/n asked.

"Like it actually happened." The boys open each door and Y/n trails behind Stiles as they walk out only to take a few steps and pause at the sight of a bloody and damaged school bus.

"I think it did." Scott looked at Stiles shocked.

"She's fine, Scott." Y/n assured as she and Stiles followed the now panicked boy.

"She's not answering my texts, Y/n." He fretted.

"It could just be a coincidence, all right?" Stiles tried to reassure.

"A seriously amazing coincidence. Just help me find her, okay?" Scott frantically looked front and back for any sign of Allison. "Do you see her?"

"No."

Y/n could hear his rapidly increasing heartbeat. "Scott, you need to calm down. Allison is just fine." Her words fell on deaf ears as he anxiously raked a hand through his hair and turned a corner. Y/n and Stiles fell back when he leaned against a locker. He gripped it as he breathed harshly before yelling out and punching the locker so hard the door dented and swung crookedly on one hinge. Stiles went to go to him but Y/n stopped him. "Just wait. I've got a good feeling."

"How can you have a good feeling about that?" He flailed an arm loosely in Scott's direction.

She turned to look at him. "Just trust me." He looked between her eyes, his own showing hesitation, before he nodded. They watched as Scott backed away from the locker and into the adjacent hall where he bumped right into Allison, accidentally making her drop her books. Allison smiled and said something they couldn't hear and Y/n could practically see the relief on Scott when he realized it was her. "See? I told you." Y/n smiled at Stiles in triumph and he just huffed a laugh at her. Everyone's attention was then drawn to the PA system as an announcement was made.

"Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled."

There's a collective groan from the students and Y/n chuckles at their reactions. "Come on, let's get to class." Y/n grabbed Stiles hand and led them down the hall.

In Chemistry, Mr. Harris writes on the chalkboard. Y/n sits in the farthest back corner away from the teacher due to the fact that she wasn't a big fan of him and sitting there, there was less chance of her being called, him being a douche, and her responding in kind resulting in detention. No matter how much she tried to hold her tongue something in her blood made her snark back at him.

"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Y/n's writing pauses as she hears Scott quietly talk to Stiles who was sitting right behind him.

"Could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." Stiles speculated.

"And did what?"

"Ate it."

"Raw?"

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."

"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Mr. Harris said snidely. Y/n had to clench her teeth and close her eyes at the ass of a teacher. "I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

"No." Stiles denied but his mind was set. Mr. Harris gestured to different seats farther apart and the boys obliged.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Stiles scoffs a laugh and settles in the empty space next to Y/n.

"You guys need to learn how to whisper better." Y/n actually whispered with a teasing smile. Stiles nudged her with a small smile and she quietly snickered until a gasp rang through the room.

"Hey, I think they found something." A girl jumped from her seat and everyone followed her to the window to see a group of EMT's wheeling an injured man on a gurney to an ambulance.

"That's not a rabbit." Scott pointed out. The man sat up and screamed, making everyone in the class jump back and scream. Scott backed up more than others in shock.

"Hey, this is good, right?" Y/n asked when she noticed Scott and followed him, Stiles coming a moment later.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed, "this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."

"Guys..." Scott called. "I did that."

...

The trio grabs their lunch in the cafeteria and goes to an empty table. "But dreams aren't memories." Stiles said.

"Some people dream about their memories." Y/n pointed out.

"Then it wasn't a dream." Scott reasoned as they sat down. "Something happened last night. And I can't remember what."

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked.

"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed. Ask Y/n, she saw him." Stiles looked at the girl who shrugged and nodded. "He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy."

"You don't know that." Y/n denied.

"I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel."

"No, you're not canceling, all right?"

"You can't just cancel your entire life." Stiles agreed. "We'll figure it out."

"Figure what out?" Lydia's voice appeared with her sitting her tray down next to Scott and across from Y/n.

Stiles practically choked on a laugh and Scott was caught off guard at the sudden appearance so Y/n rolled her eyes and spoke up. "Just homework." Y/n smiled at her friend.

"Yeah." Stiles agreed and then whispered to his friends. "Why is she sitting with us?" Scott gave him a look that said he didn't know while Danny sat next to Y/n, Allison sat next to Scott, and another boy and girl took the empty spots on either end of the table.

"Hey, Danny boy."

"Hi, Y/n." He smiled in greeting. While Y/n didn't get along with Jackson, his friend Danny wasn't so bad.

"Get up." Jackson ordered the boy sitting at the end next to Lydia and Danny.

"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" The boy complained.

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny sassed back. Jackson practically shoved the boy off the chair and sat down himself. Y/n grimaced at the new addition to the table. "So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar."

"I heard mountain lion." Jackson said.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia smartly corrected. Jackson gave her a weird look and she smoothly backpedaled into an unsure look. "Isn't it?" Y/n raised her brow at Lydia's act, shaking her head with a small huffed laugh.

"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Literally no one asked for your thoughts on that, Jack-ass." Y/n glared at Jackson who returned the gesture, but before he could retort Stiles piped up.

"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." He held out his phone so everyone could see the news report being played.

"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

"I know this guy." Scott realized.

"You do?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver." Scott, Stiles and Y/n were slightly stunned by this revelation but it didn't really mean much to anyone else.

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia asked. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" Allison looked at Lydia, chewing her food in a surprised manner. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

Scott looked at Allison and she swallowed. "Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do."

"Well, I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun. Y/n, are you coming?"

The h/c raised her brows at Lydia. "Uh, no, I'm not. There'll be enough estrogen with you, Allison, and Jackson there so I'm good." Lydia playfully glared at her while Jackson rolled his eyes.

"Hanging out?" Scott questioned and Allison looked like a fish out of water. "Like, the four of us?" Stiles put a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut to block out the horror going on. Scott looked at Allison again. "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?"

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." Y/n watched this exchange in utter amusement, sipping on her drink to hide her grin.

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked and picked up a fork. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Stiles rolled his eyes as he drank some of his water.

"That does sound fun! Let me do the honors for you." Y/n brandished her own fork with a sickly sweet smile.

Lydia reached over and snatched both of their utensils. Then she gasped. "How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl." Lydia looked at Jackson. Stiles munched on a fry and desperately tried to signal to Scott with his eyes to get out of this situation.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison challenged. "You can bowl, right?" She asked Scott.

"Sort of." He replied not-so convincingly.

"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson dogged down Scott.

"Yes." This time Scott sounded more sure. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."

"You're a terrible bowler." Y/n laughed as she and Stiles followed Scott through the halls.

"I know! I'm such an idiot."

"God, it was like watching a car wreck." Stiles observed. "I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase." Stiles gripped his head in remorse at the dreaded phrase.

"Hang out."

"You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death."

"You guys hang out with me. Am I not as pretty as Allison?"

"No." She raised a brow at Stiles like you really just, and he quickly backpedaled. "That- that's not what I mean. It's different with you."

"How?"

"It just is." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, picking up her pace because now she has to go to the Clinic with Scott today because Stiles kept her from it the other day.

Stiles turned back to Scott. "But once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out."

"How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't."

"I don't think Danny likes me very much." The two boys now having very different conversations.

"I ask Allison on a date, and now we're hanging out."

"Am I not attractive to gay guys?"

"I make first line, and the Team Captain wants to destroy me, and now-" Scott looks at the time on his phone, "now I'm gonna be late for work." Scott caught up with Y/n as they left the school.

"Wait, Scott, you didn't- am I attractive to gay guy-" he tried yelling out but stopped himself, "you didn't answer my question." He muttered and walked the other way.

...

"Don't worry, Scott. It's just a couple minutes." Y/n assured as she and Scott dismounted their bikes outside the Animal Clinic. Scott rushed in while Y/n went at a normal pace.

"Sorry. Sorry." She heard Scott say once he got to the back room.

"You're all of two minutes late." Alan said.

"Told you." Y/n smiled once she also got into the back room.

"I just don't want you to think I'm slacking." Scott explained.

"Scott, I guarantee you, you're one of the least slacking kids in this town." Scott smiled.

"I hope I'm one of the others?" Y/n looked at Alan.

"Of course. When you actually make it in, that is." He joked.

"I said I was sorry for the other day! I can't help Stiles dragging me this way and that." Y/n helped move a box around and Scott smiled at the exchange, but it faded when he saw the Sheriff at the door. He became anxious until the door opened and he saw one of the K-9 police dogs with him. Y/n looked over at the noise and instantly went into doggy voice mode. "Hi there, buddy. Are you ready to get your stitches out? Huh?" She kneeled down to the German Shepherd and petted his fur. "Hiya, Sheriff." Her voice was normal when talking to the humans.

"Hi, Y/n. Hey there, Scott. You staying out of trouble?"

"Yeah." Scott said simply. Alan helped Y/n lift the dog onto the exam table. He whimpers as his bandaged front leg is moved but settles down onto the metal surface.

"Oh, you're such a trooper." Y/n cooed and stroked the dog's fur to calm him more.

"Hey, listen, while I'm here, you mind taking a look at those pictures I was telling you about? Sacramento still can't determine an animal." Noah handed an evidence envelope to Alan.

"I'm not exactly an expert." Alan pulled out the photos and looked at them. "This is the guy who was attacked in the bus?" Scott's head picked up at this and Y/n glanced at him.

"Yeah. And we found wolf hairs on Laura Hale's body."

"A wolf?" Scott asked. "I mean, I think I read somewhere that wolves haven't been in California for, like, 60 years."

"True enough, but wolves are highly migratory. They could have wandered in from another state driven by impulse or strong enough memory."

"Wolves have memories?"

"Long-term ones, yeah." Y/n informed.

"If associated with a primal drive." Alan added. "See this one here?" Alan showed a picture to Noah.

"Yeah."

"Those are claw marks. A wolf would have gone for the throat or the spinal cord with it's teeth." He curled his fingers in front of his neck for demonstration.

"So what do you think, it's a mountain lion?"

"I don't know. A wolf could chase down it's prey, hobbling it by tearing at the ankles. And then the throat."

...

In the evening it was only Y/n and Alan left in the Clinic. They had finished closing up and they now stood in the back room, Y/n had just told Alan about Scott's 'dream'. "And the weirdest part is I had a dream too. I can't remember what it was but I remember red eyes. And I think I heard howling, but I'm not sure."

"You think it was the Alpha that attacked that man?" Alan asked.

"Yes. Scott isn't like that, he wouldn't attack someone like that. But the Alpha... I feel like he definitely would. And the eyes... It's not a coincidence."

"He must have at least been there to have a dream or memory like that."

"He can't remember. If I wasn't hiding I could try and help him remember but..." Her brows furrow and she frowns.

"It's okay. You're not ready to share who you are and that's perfectly understandable considering your past."

Before she can respond she gets a message from Stiles saying that he was picking her up with Scott. "Looks like I'm going out." She sighs as she puts her phone away and gathers her things.

"I know you're capable, but just be careful, all right?"

She gave him a smile. "Always." She gives him a hug before they part ways, him going home and her waiting for Stiles. Once they arrive she hops in the back and they fill her in on where they're going. Derek had told Scott to go back to the bus and let his senses remember for him.

Stiles pulls up near the closed fence of the school. The three get out, Y/n leaning against the front of the Jeep while the boys walk off. "Hey, no, just me." Scott said to Stiles. "Someone needs to keep watch."

"Y/n's doing that."

"Stiles."

"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?"

"Because there's only three of us and the more eyes watching out, the better."

"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time."

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time."

"Not even some of the time?"

"Just stay here."

"Oh, my God!" Stiles groaned and trudged back to the Jeep. He gets into the driver's side and she gets back into the back.

"What's wrong, Stilinski? You don't like keeping an eye out with me?"

"No, I just don't want to be on the side lines." He pouted.

"You're not. This is just... This is something he needs to do alone. He needs to be absolutely focused on his senses so he can remember." They lapse into silence for a while, watching Scott's figure inside the bus as a light rain started. She glances over at Stiles after a minute and noticed he was still pouting. "Don't pout." She chucked him under the chin. "You're too cute to pout." She smiled and winked. His eyes slightly widened at her actions, and before he can even think of responding lights caught their attention, drawing their eyes away from each other and towards the bus. "Crap." She reached over and started honking to get Scott's attention.

Scott scrambled out of the bus and clambered on top of a red car, somersaulting over the fence. "Come on, come on." Stiles urged as Scott hurried into the Jeep.

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" He yelled and Stiles peeled away from the school.

"Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles asked frantically.

"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood- a lot of it was mine."

"So you did attack him?"

"No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."

Y/n perked up at this. "What color were the eyes?"

"Why does that matter?"

"What about the driver?" Stiles cut in.

"I think I was actually trying to protect him."

"Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" Y/n tried to reason.

Scott sighed. "That's what I don't get."

"It's got to be a pack thing." Stiles theorized.

"What do you mean?"

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together."

"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?"

"Could be, who knows? But the point is you didn't do it, which means you're not a killer!" Y/n gave him a smile.

"And it also means that-" Scott cut Stiles off.

"I can go out with Allison." Scott smiles with relief.

"I was gonna say it means you won't kill us." Stiles gestured to himself and Y/n.

"Oh, yeah. That too."

...

Y/n sits in the corner of her room, the corner she has dedicated purely to art. Not many people would guess but Y/n loves to paint. Granted she doesn't do it that often but when she does it's either because she had muse to or because she just needs to get her thoughts and feelings out and a great way to do that is through art. When she's in these moods it usually takes a lot to drag her away from her easel.

With everything going on lately she definitely needed a night to use her favorite outlet. She set up a large-ish canvas, about 18" by 26", on her easel and set her paints on a black card table, speckled with paint from previous works. She has a tall Mason jar filled with water and paper towels to dry and clean her brushes. She ties her hair up, rolls up her sleeves, turns up her music, and gets to work. She goes into a type of trance, the kind where you're so focused on what you're doing the outside world is faded and you don't even really notice what you're doing either. She lays a foundation of black, scarring the inky surface with angry reds and blazing oranges. She pours everything she's been feeling lately into this piece. Her frustrations, her fears, her worries, her nightmares. Everything.

She finally takes a break after a while when her phone starts to ring. She glanced at it and saw it was Lydia. She sighs and puts the brush into the cloudy water, turning down the music before answering. "Hey, Lydie."

"Hey, N/n."

"What's up?" She sat on her bed.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just with Allison getting ready to go out. Are you sure you don't want to come? It'll be fuuun." She added in a sing-song voice.

"I'm sure it will, but as much as I love being a pain in Jackson's ass, I don't really feel like being the fifth wheel tonight."

"Aw, boo." Y/n could practically see Lydia's playful pout now and smiled. "Alright, well if I can't convince you I'll let you go to do whatever weird things you like to do."

"Why, how gracious of you!"

Lydia sighed. "I know. You're so lucky to have me as a friend."

The two laughed. "I sure am. Bye, Lydia. Say hi to Allison for me."

"Will do. Toodles." Y/n laughed to herself again as she hung up with the red head. She set her phone aside and turned her music back up to finish her painting. It would be another few hours before she decided she was done. She put the brush in the jar and stepped back to really see what she had painted.

A black sky was dotted with glowing embers that rose from a raging fire that was taller than a man. A pile of wood was set ablaze and in the middle a woman was tied to a stake. Face tilted to the sky, hair flying upwards from the heat of the flames and slightly obscuring her features. Her eyes are specks of amethyst in the ruby inferno. Her flowing white dress is billowing and charred at the ends. Behind the fire, barely hidden by the flames, are a pair of red eyes, glinting sinisterly in the firelight. The edges of everything were a bit blurred, giving the whole picture a dreamy haze.

She jumped slightly when her phone went off, but this time it was a text from Stiles.

The bus driver succumbed to his injuries.

She frowned at the news and glanced back at the painting, the scarlet orbs holding an extra layer of blood in their depths.

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novi1111 · 3 months ago

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MDNI!

Dating a depressed suicidal maniac who goes mia every once in a while isn’t easy

Tw: Mentions of suicide and alcoholism

Alone Again

You laid on your side tightly gripping a pillow into a hug. You were scared and anxious at the fact you had not seen your boyfriend for five days. Tonight marked the fifth night you’d sleep alone. Although you did not live with him, you two made it into a habit to sleep together every single night.

“Where is he?”

You thought to yourself. You knew his suicidal tendencies and his alcoholism very much landed him in dangerous situations. No matter how lightly he took his own problems you could always see right through him. Your mind ran circles and jumped to conclusions. He could be dead in a ditch and you wouldn’t know it.

Last time he was gone for 3 weeks he returned with a broken arm. His excuse was he had broken it in a work accident but now that you think about it he never really told you where he worked at, and when you asked you’d get vague answers.

Hot tears spread in your eyes eventually tracing down your face horizontally landing on the pillow you hugged. Your mind that once sparked thoughts slowly began to shut down due to exhaustion. Your body slowed and relaxed placing you into peaceful state where you slowly began to drift to sleep.

The abrupt noise of your bedroom door opening startled you awake. Your blurred vision was able to focus and recognize the figure that stood before you.

“Hey darling, I’m sorry I woke you up.” Dazai said in his usual sweet and flirty facade. His face showcased a smile one that you knew was fabricated in an attempt to hide whatever he truly felt.

“Where the hell you’ve been?” You replied as you examined him carefully. His clothes were ripped and his face was bruised. His usual neat bandages were loose and tainted in dirt.

“I got held up at work again, just go back to sleep.” Before he could say anything else you began to remove his clothes. You knew better than to question him about his actual whereabouts.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re being a little too bold right now don’t you think?” He tilted his head as he questioned you.

“You’re filthy, you’re definitely not getting into my bed with this on.” You said which was the truth but also to shut down any dirty thoughts.

“Ouch.” Dazai jokingly said. He knew that you were unsatisfied with his secrets he kept to himself. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to tell you either as he would only put you in danger. No matter how much he truly loved you, he couldn’t help but to think that your relationship will eventually end in a mundane yet depressing manner.

“I got the bath ready for you.” Your voice disrupted his overwhelming thoughts.

Dazai lips curled into a smirk and said “Will you be joining me?” You rolled your eyes to reply and gave him a small chuckle.

Dazai sat in the bathtub that was adorned in bubbles and scents. You sat in a tiny stool next to the tub. Your hands began to massage his scalp with shampoo. For the most part it was silent but comfortable. As you two enjoyed one another’s company your voice broke the silence.

“Dazai I know you can’t tell me everything right now, but I’ll be waiting until you think it’s the right time.” Your voice was slightly shaky and as you spoke you poured clean water onto his hair.

Dazai gave you a blank stare, could he really leave you waiting for the right time? What if the right time never comes? He didn’t want to put you at risk but he also didn’t want to leave you alone with the uncertainty. He broke the

trance his own thoughts put him in and kissed you gently.

“No I won’t put you in that position. I don’t want you to wait for me. If you want to end things I understand.” Even Dazai who’s specialty was to mask his emotions couldn’t hide the melancholy in his voice.

His words utterly crushed you.

“Dazai what the hell, end things? I’ve waited for you for five days like a damn dog. You think ending things will solve everything? I told you I can wait, I’m trying my best to understand you and here you come with this bullshit of ending things.” You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks. You were angry with him, angry at the situation you two have been placed in.

“You’re right I’m sorry about that.” That was all Dazai could manage to say at the moment. He grabbed a nearby towel and wiped your tears away. He hated making you cry, he hated making the person who genuinely gave him a reason to be alive cry.

“You know how much I love you and you know my intentions y/n. I will never put you in a situation where you could risk your life. But I realize that also comes with mistrust as I can’t tell you everything. I can’t ask you to stay with me if I can’t even give you trust.” Dazai said looking at you with his empty and sad eyes. The same eyes you saw the first time you two meet. You knew he changed along the way. You didn’t want to lose the Dazai with the eyes that knew of love.

“And I’m telling you I understand that. I can’t change the fact that I’ll get anxious when you’re not around. Next time at least tell me you’ll be gone for a while. I don’t like the idea that I’m gonna be sleeping alone again.” You averted your eyes from his. You felt a bit selfish about the last part. You also couldn’t deny how much you missed his warmth.

In one swift motion Dazai pulled you into the tub with him, even though you were fully clothed.

“What’s wrong with you?!” You exclaimed as you internally cringed at the fact you were still clothed and completely drenched. The feeling soon dissipated as Dazai began to remove your clothes.

“Well I have five days to make up don’t I?” Dazai said smiling at you and this time you could tell it was genuine. He held you on his lap firmly and began to kiss your neck. Your heart pounded at the sensation.

“Osamu…” You huffed in a whisper.

“I’m sorry but I’m ready to make things right.” Dazai said sincerely. He never imagined himself having a serious significant other, he always thought he’d be dead by then. He made sure he wouldn’t waste anymore time and gratefully took what already belonged to him.

His kisses trailed down in between your breasts. You leaned back a bit and arched your back at the feeling. He fondled one of your breast and he leeched onto the other one sucking on your nipple. You moaned at his doings and that only encouraged him further. He loved to tease you by maintaining eye contact while he went down on you but you always looked away. Instantly he stopped and cupped your face.

“Please remember that you give meaning to my life and don’t ever doubt my love for you.” Dazai said looking at you intently with a husky voice. He then kissed you keeping one of his hands caressing your cheek while the other one snaked around your waist. His tongue barged into your mouth stroking against your own. He always knew how to be the right amount of rough so that it wasn’t a turn off. You gasped as you felt his hand wandered down massaging your clit.

“Y/n I love you.” Dazai felt his own heart beat increased and for the first time it wasn’t because of fear or because he was manipulating it himself.

“Osamu I love you too. Just don’t disappear on me again.” You playfully smacked his head not caring if you ruined the mood.

Dazai smirked at you and placed you on the edge of the tub so you sat on the rim. He slowly spread your legs apart which slightly embarrassed you. With his tongue he circled around your clit teasing it once more.

“I promise I’ll never keep you waiting again.” Dazai looked at you with pure lust in his eyes. His tongue continued to tease your clit while he inserted two fingers in you. In response you gently tugged at his hair and kept your legs wrapped around him. A feeling in your stomach arose as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Wait- I think I’m gonna cum.” You said in between breaths.

Dazai pulled out his fingers and began thrusting his tongue in and out of you. His motions were desperate as so was he to taste you.

“Fuck~” you’ve reached your climax and were out of breath. Dazai licked every last bit of cum that came out of you.

“Don’t think we’re done here.” Dazai said to you as you could barely think at all. He bend you over and your only support was holding onto the wall. He grabbed onto your waist and immediately thrusted into you. He couldn’t wait anymore.

“Am I being too rough?” Dazai said panting. Even in his most desperate of moments he always put you first.

“No, it’s fine like this.” You quietly slurred.

Dazai bent over and whispered into your ear “good.” He then proceeded to gently nip at your shoulder. With each thrust your legs grew weaker and water spilled out the tub. A familiar feeling in your stomach began to grow.

“I’m gonna-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence.

“Me too.” Dazai then pulled out the last minute. He kissed the top of your head and gently sat you down with him. As you two tried to catch your breath Dazai hugged you tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much. I won’t ever leave you alone again.”

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thestorycomesalive · 1 year ago

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Abstract

Remus Lupin x Reader

Based on the song Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier

Summary: After your death, Remus pulls himself from his grief for just a moment by recounting a distant memory of you. He recalls a specific night before a Full Moon when, upon a walk on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the two of you happen upon a dying creature.

TW: Mentions of death, blood, grief, implied suici*al thoughts (if you realllllyyyy squint, really up for debate)

******

On one particularly rainy and cold night in December, Remus felt himself jostle awake in a state of pure terror, his heart rate beating faster than the surge of rain outside. On instinct, he turned over to the right side of his bed to search for your peaceful, sleeping form. His outstretched hand was met with the bareness of sheets and silk. The feeling alone was enough to send that pit of grief straight back to the very center of his being. He felt his chest clamp down on itself and without any warning, he felt the hot rush of tears flood down his cheeks, painting his pillow with their own pattern, mirroring that of the flooded windows that stretched around the small, dark room.

In his unyielding gasps for air, for the tiniest glimpse of relief, he found himself, with his hand on his chest, trying to bring himself back to his own mind. He listened to the trickle of the pouring rain outside and shakily closed his eyes. This seemed to be his ritual on nights like these. He searched through his memory for any image of you. It wasn’t conjuring up the image of you that was difficult for him. Remus had memorized every single detail of you. Every piece of your beautiful body, your wonderful mind, and golden soul. No, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was searching for a new memory. It was trying to escape the one that would always find its way to him, haunting him endlessly. The one that made him want to take his hands; now planted on his chest; and reach in, just to rip his own broken, tattered heart out.

In his grief and panic, he knew he would take any glimpse of you, even this particular one, just to hear your voice again and to feel your touch for another agonizing moment. As he felt himself give in to the memory, he felt the ghost of a brush towards the pocket of his sweatpants. This was it. This memory played on repeat in his head, not matter how hard he tried to desperately search for another. This was the one that would serve, for tonight and for forever, to bring him back to you. No more pain. Just getting through. He let himself be taken away from his bed. He allowed himself to be tangled up in the image of you, your invisible hands pulling him from the dark of his lonely, hallow bedroom.

*****

It was a particularly rainy and cold night in early December. The frost had come in earlier that day with the sunset, but with the moon nearing its fullness, neither Remus nor you had been able to sleep. You found yourself walking, mindlessly down the stairs of the Girl’s Dormitories to the warm glow and hearth of the Common Room. Of no surprise to you, you were greeted with the light auburn hair of the very boy that consumed your sleeplessness, head down in a book, on the sofa, his face lit by the orange hue of the fireplace in front of him. You smiled to yourself at the sight.

“Can’t sleep either?” you spoke up, questioning the young boy.

He looked up at the sound of your voice as you made your way over to him.

“Not really,” he shrugged softly.

You gave him a warm smile as your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Are you up for a walk?” your soft voice called out to him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, a ghost of a playful smile crossing his lips.

“I’m a prefect, you know,” he stated.

“And are you going to tattle on me, Mr. Prefect?” you quirked an eyebrow back at him, smiling in that playful and nearly seductive way that he always loved so much.

“Have I ever?” he asked, getting up from his seat on the sofa and crossing over to you.

“Never. And I sure hope you don’t start now,” you let out a gentle, airy laugh.

Your laugh reverberated in his mind, echoing in his chest as he felt a familiar warmth light up his body. This warmth, he knew, was not from the fire beside him. No, this warmth was a feeling that spread through him, only when your presence was near. He could never quite place the feeling, but he had his suspicions.

Walking to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest had slowly become a ritual for Remus and you. It was a special routine, saved solely for the pair of you, on the nights before the glowing moon entered its fullness. It helped to alleviate both of your anxieties, never completely, but just enough. Perhaps it was the reminder that neither one of you were alone that bared you comfort. That you had each other and you always would. Or so you both had thought at the time.

********

Just as quickly as Remus had started to feel his breathing find a more repetitive rhythm, he found himself being washed away by unevenness and aching once again. He felt his heart catch and squeeze once more, reminded of the empty spot next to him. Your spot. He clenched his chest in one hand and exhaled loudly, trying to find your invisible hand once more. Trying to let you pull him back in. And after a few minutes of trying, the ghost of your fingertips brushed the pocket of his pajama pants once more. And he was with you again.

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Remus and you had escaped the confines of the castle, thanks to the familiar passageways unveiled to you by the Marauders Map. As you stepped into the cold and frigid air, you felt yourself shiver slightly at the contact of the snow on the back of your hands. You hadn’t known that the snowfall had appeared overnight, and you felt your heart sink even more at the thought of Remus having to go through tomorrow’s moon under the cruel laughter of the sharp wind and frozen sleet. James, Peter, Sirius, and you would be with him tomorrow as well, but you had no care or worry for the frost for yourself. Especially when it came to Remus. He was what mattered most to you, and you knew that James, Peter, and Sirius felt the same way when it came to Remus on nights of full moons.

Remus was almost always adorned in a sweater and long pants of some sort. Even now, in the dark of the night, he had a fleece, knitted sweater covering his long pajama pants. You, on the other hand, were clothed in pajama pants of your own, with a thin black, long-sleeved shirt to cover your arms. You shivered and shook with the contact of the cold air on your skin, but just as you would tomorrow night, you took no notice of it. As always, Remus was what mattered most, and your habitual walk would take precedence in the forefront of your mind. However, Remus was quick to pick up on the blue of your fingertips and the pink of your cheeks.

“You’re cold,” he hummed. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, rather.

You smiled up at him.

“I’m fine.”

“Here,” he said simply, taking your hands and enveloping them in the large, warmer embrace of his own. He began rubbing his hands against your entangled ones, trying to build warmth from the friction of his movement. You smiled at the gesture watching as his beautiful, scar-mapped fingers, wrapped themselves around yours. When he slowly pulled away, you quickly felt a part of yourself feel a bit empty at the loss of contact. And just as this thought flickered through your mind, before you could begin to truly feel the loss, he took the hand that paralleled yours and entwined them together. He then took his and your clasped hands and gently guided them into the soft, cotton pocket of his pajama pants.

You felt your already pink cheeks burn bright red at the action. You had been close to Remus both emotionally and physically before, but this was new. You had to remind yourself that he was just trying to keep you warm; that he wanted you to be comfortable as you kept him company tonight, and that was all. You decided that he probably thought nothing of the action. But oh, were you terribly mistaken. Remus felt his bravery dissipate as he waited with bated breath for any sign of response from you. He had taken a risk, a big step, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way. He didn’t know what propelled him to take such a step in that moment. Looking back, he would throw his head into your shoulder laughing about the obviousness of it all, as the two of you would reminisce on that night in the years to come. He would grin, remembering that your response hadn’t been one of rejection. It had been quite the opposite, rather. You turned your head to peer at your interlocked hands in his pocket and then peered up at his face, your eyes searching his as you gave him a big, beautiful smile.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“Of course,” he muttered as his heart missed a beat in its pace.

The two of you remained tangled, hand in hand as you walked the edge of the forest for some time. Neither you, nor Remus said a word. But it wasn’t awkward or unfamiliar. This silence was one of understanding. It was an unspoken agreement, a comfort to the other. A place where both of you could escape the reality of what was to come. A place where you could let your minds wander to the wonderous places that they couldn’t before, when you had pointlessly attempted to drift into a light sleep hours ago. You kept on walking, leaving two pairs of footsteps in the falling snow behind you. The shallow marks would be covered quickly by morning with new fall, as if you two had never been there at all. But just as easily as your silence and footsteps were fashioned, they were quickly broken as well.

You stopped in your tracks at the sound of a mellow, agonizing moan. At the forced stop of your footsteps, Remus felt himself get pulled back by your distracted, distant self.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he spoke out to you, concerned and worried as his eyes searched your face, neck bent to bring his eyes closer to yours.

Not once have you ever torn yourself from your continuous pace through the forest. You have never been one to break the simple but constant escape that the two of you had created. You whipped your head around, too distracted to respond to Remus. You didn’t even look at him. You knew it was the feeble sound of something in pain. You felt your heart squeeze at the possibilities of what you might see as you desperately searched for the source of the weak sound. You took a step closer to the band of trees lining the forest, still hand in hand with Remus, as your movement gently pulled him with you.

“Y/N…” he called. “What is it?” He felt his other hand go to his wand just in case you sensed danger. He would do anything to protect you and the way you were walking head-first towards the trees sent a shiver of fear and panic down his spine. Just briefly you noticed the glow of two bright eyes on the floor of the forest. They were so small, that if you hadn’t been searching so relentlessly, you would have missed them. Your eyes were quickly drawn to the glisten of a puddle surrounding the hopeless, golden glow of the eyes in the trees. Blood.

You ripped your hand from Remus’ pocket as you rushed in between the trees fearlessly, unfazed by the imminent dangers and endless possibilities of fatality that lurked in every corner of the forest. He felt the chill that had been sent down his spine earlier electrocute every piece of his body this time. He fled after you, heart beating in his ears, wand in his hand, eyes searching desperately for you, needing to protect you.

He had never worried about bringing you out here with him before. You had always listened to him when he confided that he’d rather you two stay on the outside of the forest, familiar with the dangers that find their home inside. You’d never given him reason to believe that you would so foolishly put your life on the line, against his request. At least, on nights that you shared with him, like these. You had a reckless side to you, especially when it came to protecting those you loved. But you also had always been so considerate of Remus and his worries and fears. You had always shown him that he could trust you to make wise decisions when he requested for such. So why now did you run so decidedly into the deadly Forbidden Forest, without an ounce of hesitation?

Remus’ eyes finally locked in on your form. You were seated on the wet, grassy ground of the forest floor. But you weren’t alone. In your embrace was the weeping frame of an injured unicorn, it’s golden eyes weak with pain. It was then that Remus noticed the blood that seeped and stained the green grass of the forest. Fear shot through his body, but it left as soon as he realized that the blood was not yours. He sighed. It had taken one glance at the state of the beast in your embrace to determine that the blood was its own. Obviously, it wasn’t yours.

He looked back to the anguished eyes of the small, sleek body of the unicorn before him. You held the infant foal, halfway in your lap as your docile hands ran over the tip of its nose to the top of its head in a never-ending cycle. The baby unicorn’s blood coated your pants and made the blackness of your shirt appear wet. Remus heard the light, humane sound of your voice hum helpless words of comfort to the poor thing.

He stepped on a branch, sounding behind your curled frame. At the sound of the broken wood, you turned your head to look at Remus. He noticed the tears that shone in your eyes, tiny droplets coating your cheeks as you looked painfully at the tall boy behind you. Remus felt a pain more unbearable than that of his every bone breaking every month during a full moon. The sight of beautiful you, broken, covered in blood, nose wet from the cold, shining tears drenching your face was a sight he wished he hadn’t seen, and he hoped he would never see again. Life hadn’t been so kind to him as to grant him that hope.

You turned back to the dying animal, desperate to hear its breathing regular and full of life. It was as if you were trying to breath your own life back into the baby as you forlornly traced the outline of its face and cooed words of comfort into its ear.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m so sorry. You’ll be okay. I’m here,” you hummed through undeniable tears.

Remus watched on, wanting to comfort you, but not wanting to disturb you. He dared not to take another step, entranced by this moment. Here you were, a passerby, unfamiliar to the creature before you, but you treated the innocent thing as if you were its own mother. You cradled that baby like it was your sole purpose in this life. There was no other explanation other than the fact that you had to be an angel. You were this baby’s angel, sent to comfort it, to guide it, as it passed on from this life. Remus stayed still; eyes glued to your form. All he could see was light. He saw light surrounding every piece of you, the angel. He saw light in the shimmer of the blood that seeped the ground. He saw light in the dimming glisten of the golden eyes of the beautiful creature. He had seen light on the tip of your nose, on the surface of your cheeks. He realized now that you had always been made of light. Every flicker of your eyes, every curve of your lips. You were his light. And he loved the light… He loved you.

It wasn’t a choice given to him. Perhaps it was you and your very being. Maybe you had cast some sort of spell on him, entrancing his soul to belong to you forever. No. That wasn’t it. You hadn’t known. You were so beautifully, truly you. No. It was a fate cast upon him by the whatever god had sent you to him. To this weeping, fading creature. There was no choice. But oh, it was an enchanted fate. To love you.

You watched with petrified eyes, as the breathing of the gentle creature began to slow. Your silent tears turned into imperceptible pleas.

“Oh, baby. Please, baby,” you whimpered out.

As you watched the golden eyes, move painfully, heavily, you felt a pang of guilt in your chest. It’s too late. It would be unfair to plead with the poor creature to stay. The sweetest thing, the kindest thing for it would be release. So, with a deep, broken breath, your pleads turned into a somber understanding. You began to comfort the little creature in its last moment.

“O…okay, love. It’s okay. You can let go. I am with you. You are not alone,” you whispered. “You are not alone… I’m right here,” you repeated.

And finally, as the light faded from its eyes for the last time, completely, dimly, darkening, you felt your pent-up sobs finally release as you hugged the baby’s empty, lifeless body. Remus finally allowed himself to move. He swiftly embraced you, sitting on the floor of the forest, permitting his arms to wrap around you, his grip holding you into place like the unwavering foundation to a crippling home. He pressed you closely to him, rocking you slightly as you sobbed, your body still refusing to pull away from the dead infant unicorn.

“I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry,” he murmured in your ear, words reflecting the very ones you had used to comfort the creature before you, just moments ago. His tone was much of the same. He spoke to you as if you were the helpless, fading creature. And one day, a few years later, you would take that very place. The one of the innocent creature, fading and dying. But for now, in the comfort of his words, you finally let go of the foal. You turned and placed your weak head into Remus’ chest, your hands clutching onto his sweater for support.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated.

The two of you remained like that for what felt like a lifetime. You leaned into Remus as he held you in his strong, encasing arms. When you finally caught your breath, you lifted your face from Remus’ chest, lifting your head to look at him through your hazy eyes. His gaze caught yours and he looked at you with an expression on his face that you’ve never seen before. It was different, it was new. And you couldn’t place it. There were a few, small, quiet tears that fell from his doe-like eyes and you lifted your fingers to wipe them from his cheek in wonder. Remus had always been so strong. You had only seen him cry once before. It was the night before a full moon. The night you started your tradition of walking with Remus along the edge of the forest in comfort and silence. It was the very reason you were out here in the first place. But here you are, in his arms, and wiping the muffled tears from his face. You caught how the moonlight reflected of the wet off his cheeks, shining in an iridescent glow. The shine of his tears confirmed something you’ve always know. It confirmed that Remus was the only person in this world who would truly ever, fully understand you. He understood every thought, every feeling without so much as a single word. And in this shine, you felt your chest fill up with that all too familiar, unfamiliar feeling. A warmth that you had felt for him for a very long time, but a simple name to the feeling, you could not place. In retrospect, a part of you had always known that you loved him, and Remus often said the same. But this night was the moment he realized. It was the moment he discovered what that warm feeling truly was. You were not too far behind him in your own epiphany, he remembered.

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At this thought, he felt himself being pulled back to reality. The earth felt so very far away as your body was taken from his embrace. His arms felt cold at the absence of your figure. And the sheets on top of him felt unsympathetic and empty once more. His breathing had slowed. It was not normal, but a part of him truly wondered if it would ever be normal again in your absence. No. He didn’t believe it would ever be. But it was just enough. Enough to get him through. Enough to keep his promise to you. Enough to open his eyes and blur his way through another, endless, dreadful day.

All of his days were dulled now. Your light, his light; it was all gone. You had taken it with you. Afterall, angels are not meant to stay on this ground forever. Their light is too good, too pure for a world like this. The same divine fate that had given you to him, had taken you from him. And now, he had to live every single day without light. What a soulless way to live. But he did it anyways, always trapped inside a memory, replaying it constantly in his mind. Remus was stagnant, never leaving that forest ground, with you in his arms. And the same way he had held you in his arms, you had held everything else in yours. You held his love, his soul, and his greatest fear come true. All of it laid in the shining light of your eyes. All of it died with you, the day that light went out.

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Demon Slayer Advent Calendar | Day 22 | Sanemi x Reader | Game Night

Written by me!

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It was a peaceful evening. While the snow poured down dancing on the ground and covered everything in white, you sat inside with your fiancé and a few of his friends in the warmth of the Wind Pillar mansion. You had suggested having a game night. You were used to your family inviting friends and family over in the cold days of December and playing a few board games. So Sanemi invited 2 pillars, the trio and, with a heavy heart, his brother too. You had prepared small snacks, which the Flame Pillar almost single-handedly devoured. But you weren't angry about it. You didn't know Kyojuro any differently.

You were all sitting together at a big table. You thought the game 'Ludo' suited your fiancé Sanemi best. You weren't quite sure whether he understood the meaning of the game. There were eight of you and you split into four teams of two, as there were only four colors. Sanemi and you, Tengen and Kyojuro. Tanjiro and Genya. And Zenitsu and Inosuke.

Luck wasn't on your side today. Your players were thrown more than they came out of their shells. They didn't get much further than the first corner either. You put the blame on Sanemi. After all, he chose the cube. You couldn't see it, but a volcano was boiling inside you. You wrote a note to yourself that you would rip Sanemi's head off after the evening.

Sanemi naturally vented his anger. You had played countless rounds and you had always been the absolute losers. In all those rounds, you hadn't managed to get a single player to the finish line. You vowed to burn the game after that day and never touch one again in your life. Sanemi was furious. Your nerves were on edge.

You picked up the board and held it up to the face of the pillar of wind. His curses and insults fell silent. He looked back and forth between you and the board, confused.

"Can you read the name of the game...Sanemi?" you asked him, rather annoyed, and literally spat out his name.

"Don't get angry." was his curt reply.

"Aha, very nice that you can read...Then why are you doing the exact opposite?" You were on the verge of losing your nerve. "Sorry...", Sanemi said meekly.

A laugh rang out. Kyojuro couldn't help it. That drove Sanemi up the wall and your anger at Sanemi evaporated for the moment. "Yes, laugh as long as you can. Next time you'll be sick of it." That only made them laugh louder. You slammed the board down on the table and the pieces rolled off the tabletop and scattered to all corners of the room.

"Grrr." you growled, ruffling your hair. If there was one thing you hated, it was losing. You didn't want to tackle the others like that. But you were a bad loser. You just couldn't handle it. The others realized it was time to go and said goodbye to you until only Sanemi and you were left. You collected the pieces and angrily threw them back into the box where they belonged and banished the game to the back of a cupboard.

"I'm sorry. But it's just a game..." Sanemi began, but was interrupted by a death stare from you. He felt a chill run down his spine. He closed his mouth and thought it best to keep quiet before he regretted it. You were done with today and just wanted to go to bed. Like a dog, your fiancé followed you wherever you went. When he tried to set foot in the bedroom, you slapped his bedsheets at his feet.

"D- darling...?" You were visibly angry with him, but the fact that you wanted to ban him from the bedroom scared him a little.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight, my friend!" You pushed him out of the room and slammed the door in his face. You open it again for a second. "Oh, there's no sex either."

That hit him hard. Poor guy. He needed the sex to calm down again. With his head bent, he went to the couch and threw himself down on it, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know this violent reaction from you. He didn't know what to do. Should he leave you alone for the night? Or should he dare to enter the lion's den? Should he or shouldn't he? Yes or no? These questions ran through his head the whole time until he finally fell asleep. So were you, until midnight.

Suddenly you wake up and reach for the sheet next to you. You pat it down. Sanemi wasn't there. Then you remembered the game night. You let your face fall into the pillow and sighed. The anger at the pillar of wind had vanished into thin air and you felt quite lonely in the futon. You wanted to be in Sanemi's arms. To feel his warmth. You struggled out of the sheets and trudged to the living room. You melted when you saw Sanemi. The blanket was more on the floor than on him, but he looked so cute when he slept. You didn't hesitate and sat on his hips. You opened his top completely and traced his scars with your fingers. You found him so sexy with his scarred body.

"What's it going to be when it's finished?" Sanemi's dark, rough voice snapped you out of your reverie.

"Um...make-up sex?" You kept stroking his chest with one finger and looked at him shyly. His look at that moment was golden. He looked at you in bewilderment. He hadn't expected that. It would be stupid of him to refuse. He grabbed your hips and spun you around.

"Do you think you deserve this?" he breathed into your ear. Pleasant goose bumps spread across your skin.

"Y-yes...?"

"Do you want it the soft way or the hard way?" He kissed along your neck and his hot breath made you flinch briefly. The question was pretty superfluous. Both you and he liked it a little rougher during sex. But he could also be gentle and tender. If you wanted to be. But you weren't the type for cuddly sex. You both suited each other very well in that respect.

You two had sex even though you two aren't married yet. That was only because Sanemi doesn't want to marry you until all the demons have been destroyed and you can live in peace. Basically, you're as good as married already. After all, you were living together and sleeping together. Sex was used for Sanemi to relax. Just like that night. So you both got over your bad mood and everything was peace, joy and harmony again.

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