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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 2 years ago

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Power Armor Punch Part Fifty Six

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Teshteal: *gets a little lightheaded from the smell but rakes up a whole bunch of gunk- a good chunk of it in fact. He scrapes it all out the door before falling against the frame from how dizzy he got from the odor* Th- the smell-!

Joyce: “Yeah, I know it’s horrendous but luckily Ma knows how to get rid of the stench off our clothes. It’s one of the downsides of living on this island, but at least we know what’s on it and can monitor what comes in. Unlike the mainland, anything can get you there.” (Continues the clean up, raking up as much gunk as she can get so they can be done with the worst)

Nick: *cracks a smile at her at the compliment* I try my best.

Ma: “Well, please keep it up.” (Gestures at Jazzy as she dabs her forehead with the cool cloth once more) “She’s deserves a good father figure to look up to and to care for her.”

Jasmine: (Half asleep again and completely relaxed all cozied up in her Dads arms, getting lulled by the motion of the chair rocking and the gentle rubs on her stomach. It reminds her of that one time a very bad virus went around town when she was about four, bad enough that even she herself caught it and started suffering. Her mother had sat in the family’s rocking chair and rubbed her tummy while singing along to the radio)

Nick: *it occurs to him that he’s going to have to discuss leaving her with Ma and Donovan if he’s going to go to the vault. Mutters* That’s going to be hard…

Gardio: *soon has the kitchen and dining room spotless and the food all put up. He starts to clean the livingroom some*

Teshteal: *has a pang of guilt and shame for stopping* I’m sorry. *starts to help again but has to stop after a few short moments because his sense of smell is too strong to handle it. Swears* I’m so fxcking useless-

Joyce: (Stops and turns around when she hears Teshteal mutter something she couldn’t quite pick up) “Hm? What was that?” (Sweet smile on her face) “Do you need a break? We are almost done anyways.”

Jasmine: (Listening to Nicks internal workings gurgle and churn as she cutely snuggles against him and sniffles)

Ma: (Stands straight again, being lost in her own thoughts) “I’ll head back down to finish up, sanitize the med room and get the supplies ready for later when Donny gets back. Need anything else? Or shall I just leave you two in peace for a moment?”

Nick: *flashes a smile* I think we’re all good here.

Teshteal: *feels even worse for not finishing the job when they’re almost through. Sadly admits defeat* Yes. Sorry. I’m just slowing you down…

Joyce: (Waves a hand) “No you weren’t, without Donny here it would’ve taken me ages to finish up.” (Gives him a grateful smile) “Thank you. I know this job reeks but you made it better.” (Looks up at the sky in thought) “Am I doing compliments right? Am I overdoing it? Or under doing it?”

Ma: (Warm smile at the caring father gently holding and comforting his daughter) “Alright then, I’ll take my leave.” (Walks out of the room)

Jasmine: (Would suck on her thumb to soothe herself further but she can’t. She instead starts slowly drinking from the bottle again, taking in more water than last time while she shifts in discomfort from the sensation of eating/drinking)

Nick: *happy she’s at least drinking a little water*

Ma: (Absolutely beams with delight when she sees the kitchen and dining room clean and sparkly) “Goodness me! You did this?” (Heads up to Gardio)

Gardio: *pauses from sweeping the living room* Well, yes. It’s the least I could do for what you’ve done for us. Especially for Lucille and I.

Ma: (Gives him a grateful pat on the back) “Thank you, it’s a big help. And speaking of your daughter, how is she doing now? I didn’t get the chance to speak with her earlier and I’m not quite sure where she is now.”

Teshteal: *puts a hand on her shoulder hearing that familiar tone of uncertainty* If you absolutely mean it, then you’re doing them just right. *apologetic smile* If I seem hesitant it’s because I’m not used to receiving them. It’s not you at all.

Joyce: (Pats his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze) “Eh, neither am I. At the Institute, you don’t get recognized much for your work unless you screw up the it’s the whole, “Maybe you need to be reset!” Or something like that.”

Teshteal: *blushes at the contact but his eyes widen hearing about how she was threatened with resets. It reminds him of his time in the vault* That’s terrible. *hesitates and winces because of it* I was in some sort of experimental training program before the war. If you even stuttered they’d nearly kill you just to prove a point. *stops himself and smiles kindly to lighten the mood* If it helps, I think you do amazing work keeping the animals happy and healthy.

Jasmine: (Opens her eyes and stares up at her Dad, shifting in discomfort without pulling away from the bottle) (Signing weakly) “Hot. Dizzy. Suffering.” (Too tired to make full sentences, so she just chose one handed signs that got the point across)

Nick: *whipes her forehead down with the rag again* I know, doll. I know. Wish there was more I could do for ya. *sets it aside to let it cool again* Just keep drinking your water. Maybe it’ll help you cool off.

Gardio: She seems to be doing better. I haven’t had the chance to really talk to her myself.

Lucille: *inspecting around the attic. Thinking of ways to improve on the place to make it more hospitable in the long term*

Ma: (Starts heading off to clean the med room) “Perhaps you’ll get a chance later. If you don’t mind me saying, I think your little group is overdue for a long and thorough chat. Communication is key to maintaining a healthy and close-knit relationship, otherwise the pressure keeps building up until it explodes in everybody’s faces and then nobody is happy.” (Stops and sighs sadly, in the doorway to the med room, eyes gazing off in thought)

Joyce: “That sounds harsh, I’m sorry to hear that. Donny has told me about vaults, so many were just downs right awful, Im glad I didn’t have to live in one of those.” (Picks up a large branch that blew into the pasture) “And that I am now free to do what I please.” (Under her breath to herself) “Mostly…” (Starts dragging the branch out the gate) “That includes keeping these guys happy and healthy.”

Teshteal: *catches the “mostly”* What is it…? What can’t you do but want to?

Jasmine: (Whines to signify that she’s not enjoying the sensation of drinking the water, but she keeps doing it anyways because what else can she do other than complain and cry)

Nick: Ssh, doll. Ssh. You’ll be alright…

Gardio: I hope so, too. Perhaps once Nick’s own daughter recovers from this recent ordeal we can all sit and clear the air. *goes back to sweeping up*

Ma: (Heads into the med room and starts mopping up the spilled blood from yesterday, getting misty eyed at the thought of poor little Rosalinda almost bleeding out before her very eyes. She can’t get it out of her mind, the vision of the bubbly spunky little girl running down the street with passion in her strides and the prettiest smile on her face, that’s all almost melted away… She knows Donny most definitely feels the same)

Joyce: (Waves it off again as she continues to drag out sticks) “Nothing, Donny says not to worry about it so there is no “maybe”, I am free to go and do as I please.” (Confident smile at her new friend)

Teshteal: *takes her hand and cups it with his in a plea of concern* Please. I want to help if I can. I can't do that if I don't know what's going on. *quietly* From one refugee to another, will you let me help you...?

Jasmine: (Hums a somber note, nuzzling in her Dads shoulder while she drinks her water a little faster and focuses on the rocking of the chair and Nicks gentle rubs)

Nick: That-a-girl. Good job.

Jasmine: (Closes her eyes again, drinking her water at a steady pace while her hands grip on Nicks shirt, encouraged by his words. She’s gotten about half of it down by now)

Gardio: *cleans up the livingroom. He's got nothing better to do at the moment.

Lucille: *comes walking down to get some tools and scrap from her pack and goes up to the attic. She's going to patch up all those cracks and holes permanently for Ma and Donovan*

Donovan: (Comes in through the side door with a small cooler in hand. He nearly broke the damn sound barrier getting to the Harbor and back) “I’m here! And I’ve got the fluid!” (Nods at Gardio in greeting as he heads to the med room with the cooler)

Ma: (Halts her cleaning when she hears her son return and grabs her IV kit and pole, shuffling to bring it out)

Donovan: (Puts down the cooler on the newly cleaned table) “Don’t worry about it, I’ll bring everything up when it’s time to hook Rosie up. But I assume that actually getting the IV in her is going to be the challenging bit.”

Ma: (Nods as she starts up the stairs with just the IV kit. She taps on the doorframe of her room and gives Nick a look) “Everything is ready…”

Donovan: (Followed her up the stairs but won’t enter the room because Jasmine doesn’t have her nightgown as she puked on it earlier and is burning up)

Nick: *nods* Alright. *to Jas* I'm going to need you to try and stay calm for me, alright? *picks her up and carries her into the med room*

Joyce: (Sad smile at Teshteal as she holds his hand back) “You’re so darling, but you can’t help me with this one, Teshteal. Donovan and Ma are already handling it for me, and I rather not speak about it.” (Gestures at the house, tugging on his hand) “I need a drink, wanna come?”

Teshteal: Sure. *smiles and follows along*

Joyce: (Continues to hold his hand and lead him back into the house, only letting go when she needs them both to wash her hands in the kitchen sink) “I think we have some Tarberry water leftover in the fridge.” (Turns on the sink and offers Teshteal some soap so he can wash up too)

Jasmine: (Unaware that she is getting an IV as she was too out of it to listen earlier so she just shifts uncomfortably with a noise of confusion at what’s happening, gripping her Dad tightly)

Donovan: (Runs to make sure that the bed is all set to place Rosie on, or that the chair is out in case Nick wants to sit with his daughter in his lap. He’s unsure on how this is going to go, or how well Jazzy will take it)

Ma: (Follows Nick, frowning) “I take it this won’t be an easy task either? I recall you saying she’s not a fan of needles and I’ve come to learn that Rosie is still very passionate about things she doesn’t like, more so than she was before.”

Nick: You guessed correctly. It took restraints to keep her from ripping out the lead last time. *sighs* I think I'm going to have to hold her still unless she realizes how crucial this is for her survival. *decides to sit in the chair*

Teshteal: *blushes when he realizes she keeps holding his hand when she doesn't have to. He's not even really keeping a tight hold on hers. Shyly* Yes, please. *takes the soap and washes up. Thinking to himself "Does she actually like me? Is this my programming playing games? Why don't I question myself like this with the others accepting me-" He stops when he glances over and sees her smile while she finishes washing her own hands. He can't stop blushing at how geniune it is*

Gardio: *smiles, spying on the pair from the livingroom he's cleaning. It's obvious the little gremlin has a crush*

Joyce: (Wipes her hands dry and heads over to the fridge to take out a pitcher of water and two cups. She seems oblivious to how hard Teshteal is blushing) “Here you go.” (Holds out a cup to him when she finishes pouring the water in)

Lucille: *insulating the attic. When she's done she makes a small space heater out of stove parts she picked up a while ago and sets it up to run on a makeshift battery until she can wire it to the rest of the house*

Jasmine: (Whimpers and squirms when she hears about the IV line, her heart starting to beat a little faster)

Donovan: (Leans on the wall of the med room, waiting to see how Jazzy reacts and if he’s needed)

Ma: (Snaps on some gloves) “Please, hold her as still as you can.” (Bends down by the chair and pulls out a tourniquet) “Sorry Rosa-Marie, you might feel a tight squeeze.” (Takes the trembling girls arm and ties the tourniquet around the upper part, feeling the crook of her arm for a good vein)

Jasmine: (Knows this process all too well and starts crying out loudly while trying to swat Ma away) “No! No! No! No!”

Joyce: (Looks towards the med room with concern) “That poor girl. She’s been screaming and crying since last night, I heard it from my room…”

Teshteal: *frowns* She's always like this when people take care of her... *sadly* You kind of get used to it because there's nothing you really can do. *drinks his water*

Joyce: “Oh…” (Frowns and takes a sip of her water, wondering what happened to the teen to make her behave this way)

Nick: *takes her arms and holds them tightly* No, doll.

Ma: “I know baby, you don’t like this one bit. But I promise it’s for your own good.” (Finds a good spot and releases the tourniquet, starting to wipe down the area with an alcohol wipe)

Jasmine: (Screams bloody murder as she knows the needle is next)

Donovan: (Leaves the room, he can’t stand to see her cry anymore as it makes his heart race to see her in distress. Besides, it seems as if Nick has the teen under control)

Ma: (Ties on the tourniquet again, lower this time, and gets ready to prick the girl) “Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

Jasmine: (Absolutely freaking out and would be fighting with everything she’s got if she wasn’t restrained by her Dad)

Ma: (Punctures Jas’s arm and releases the tourniquet when she gets the new IV in place, holding it with her finger) “There we go, the hurtful part is over.” (Takes out the clear medical tape and starts securing it, working extra careful despite Jazzy’s shrieking)

Donovan: (Makes his way over to Joyce and Teshteal in the kitchen, forcing a smile at his sister) “Hey JoJo, how are you feeling?”

Joyce: (Gives him a sad smile back, putting down her cup) “Better now. I’m taking a break from cleaning the pasture with Teshteal here who’s been keeping me company. And you? How are you holding up?”

Donovan: (Briefly looks behind him at the med room where the screams can be heard from) “I’ll be fine, I’m just worried for Rosie…” (Shakes his head) “This isn’t her, I know she’s not like this. I don’t know what to do…”

Joyce: (Sets down her cup) “Aw, you must love her a great deal to be so worried.” (Wraps her brother in a loving hug to cheer him up)

Donovan: (Softly chuckles as he puts his arms around Joyce) “I do. And I missed her more than I can express.” (Sways her from side to side as he remembers the horrible day Jas was ripped away never to be seen again by those she loved except him and Ma)

Teshteal: *winces hearing the screams but keeps drinking his water knowing she’s not in any real danger*

Nick: *keeping her arms still as Ma prepares the IV for blood transfusion* Ssh, Rosie. You need this.

Ma: (Flushes Jas’s IV with saline) “While we are here, we should probably clean and rebandage her wounds again. Her getting an infection isn’t something that we want or need.” (Gestures to Teshteals salve on the table along with the bandages as she gets up to prepare the pole with a bag of blood)

Jasmine: (A hissy and spicy shrieking mess as she tries to peel off the newly placed IV in her arm)

Joyce: (Thinking about her former boyfriend while they both sway in the hug) “We were supposed to go dancing…” (To Donny, tugging on his arm) “Take me dancing, I still wanna go.”

Donovan: (Quietly laughs down at her) “You sound like Rosie demanding me to dance with her. She wouldn’t leave me alone until I did, stare me down with her doe-eyes to crack me down and get me to cave.”

Joyce: (Perks up with interest) “The little girl can dance too?”

Donovan: “She’s the one who originally taught me. Heh, you remember that school dance off story I told you?”

Joyce: (Groans when she recalls the story and how Donny had described Jas being marvelous on the dance floor at eight years old) “So even the kid can dance better than me?”

Donovan: “The little girl has been living longer than you and could outrun a high schooler when she was nine, so its not a fair comparison.”

Teshteal: *perks up hearing the two discuss dancing* I can dance, kind of. Well… in a deadly way. *remembers the way he tore up those ghouls* I wouldn’t mind dancing for fun.

Nick: *holding both of her wrists* Stop this!! *it’s times like this he wishes he could use the Reset code if it didn’t traumatize her*

Jasmine: (Hisses at her Dad when he tells her to stop and starts kicking up a storm) “No! No! No! No! No!”

Ma: (Stops what she’s doing to hold down the girls legs again) “Rosalinda, please calm yourself sweetheart. The sooner you cooperate the sooner we can be done.”

Joyce: (Beams at Teshteal) “Really? Not many people know how to dance anymore. Donny has been teaching me how to slow dance for awhile now and I think I’ve got the basics down enough.”

Donovan: “She’s only steps on my toes three times per song now, a new record all things considered.”

Joyce: (Glares up at him) “I’m still tryna get the hang of it!” (Back to Teshteal) “We could learn together! Maybe hold a dance in the living room some time!”

Teshteal: I know ballet and a few other solo dances. It was one of the few things I secretly enjoyed in the Vault- learning to dance those dances. *frowns at the memory of his dance partner- one of the staff usually, shocking him or beating him if he stepped out of time or didn’t keep up. Morosely while holding himself protectively* It would be nice to learn to slow dance with someone who won’t hurt you if you mess up.

Nick: *grimly to Ma so she doesn’t freak out when he uses the command* I’m about to use something that should only be done in circumstances like this- when she dangerously won’t respond to reason. It will make her completely unresponsive without putting her to sleep but she’ll also be terrified. I’m letting you know because I don’t want you to get the wrong idea- I don’t take using these commands lightly but if it saves her life I’m not 100% against using them.

Jasmine: (Too busy throwing a tantrum and screeching at the top of her weak lungs to listen to what Nick is saying about using commands)

Ma: (Eyes widen a bit when she hears this, then she looks at the feral child who’s uncontrollable. She silently nods in response, still a bit unsure on what’s about to happen but she’s seen how much Nick cares for his daughter, so she trusts him to make the right call)

Joyce: (Looks very concerned about Teshteals previous situation in the vault) “Oh, no. I promise I won’t hit you… I may step on your toes by accident but never on purpose.”

Donovan: (Also very concerned upon hearing this) “Where exactly did you come from?”

Teshteal: Originally? Boston, Massachusetts. I was a cop before the war. I signed up for an advanced training program cause I got tired of being the worst cop on the force.

Gardio: *eyes widen hearing this. He had no idea his reputation affected him that badly that he felt pressured to sign up for a training program*

Teshteal: Turns out, it was a actually a front to abduct people who could be viable supersoldier candidates- people with combat training and skill. Rosie and I were both taken by the same people.

Gardio: *covers his mouth, more at the realization a that his friend only ended up there because of all the mockery from the rest of the precinct. Feels guilty for not standing up for him*

Donovan: “You and Rosie were in the same place? The same vault? How? Why? Rosie is just a child-…” (Stops when it hits him that Jas was always athletically and academically talented, always the best out of the best) “God no, is that why she was taken…?”

Teshteal: *nods* I believe so. *heavily as he examines his water* We never saw each other and she was in there a lot longer than I was. My “programming” was never complete so I’m more sociable than Rosie. I have my own baggage, though. I can’t even hear the name my parents gave me without cowering. *staring at his reflection in the water*

Nick: *nods at Ma then loud enough for Jas to hear* A-001. Reset. *starts laying on the reassuances thick as soon as Jas goes limp. He lets her know she’s not in trouble and that she’s safe. He tells her that they need to give her blood via IV to help her regain her strength. He explains everything as calmly and as he can.*

Jasmine: (Went completely limp with a whimper, her vision going white and her ears ringing with the heavy thud of her heartbeat as it did previously. She can’t hear Nicks words clearly yet, but she can tell that they are soft and assuring, not rough and angry as she’s used to)

Ma: “Oh my….” (Covers her mouth with one hand, shocked at how quickly the girl went limp and got a lost look in her eyes. She’s now completely submissive, like she doesn’t even care)

Nick: *to Ma* She’ll be like this for a while. I hate using it cause it robs her of her agency… *gently brushes a strand of hair out of Jas face* I just have to remind myself that it’s for her own good. That if I don’t use this command she won’t get the help she needs in time to save her life. *apologetically looks down at his daughter*

Jasmine: (Just staring off while she slowly and blankly blinks, taking the time to rethink her situation by going through the previous events. She was hurt badly in a fight, Nick, Donny and Ma patched her up, she woke up sick, now they are giving her an IV and she hates those things. She fights because that’s what she’s suppose to do, but her Dad is the one allowing this to happen…)

Donovan: (Just stands there, processing all of Teshteals words and piecing as much as he can together)

Joyce: (Doesn’t have wise words to share to perk up her new friend, but she does have warm hugs. She wraps up Teshteal in one as she did with Donny earlier, swaying from side to side)

Teshteal: *freezes as he’s hugged. His instincts roar at him to flip her over his head and send her crashing through the floor but he refuses to do that. He takes a deep breath and leans into the hug, frantically telling himself she’s safe to get close to. Tells himself to let him get close to someone new*

Joyce: (Almost lets him go when she felt him freeze but hesitated when he leaned in) “Sorry, too much?”

Donovan: (Spins on his heel and heads back to the med room to check on Jas, now realizing that she stopped screaming)

Nick: *to Jas, still* Ma is going to hook up the IV to get some fresh blood in you. It’ll be quick and painless.

Jasmine: (Whimpers quietly as she goes through the correction stage, anticipating a slap, whack, or even the crack of a whip at each correction she makes on her fighting form or decisions on how she handled things)

Ma: (Silently moves up to hook the girl to the blood bag, setting it to a slow drip that she’ll increase over time just to be sure that Jas doesn’t have any bad reactions to it)

Donovan: (Steps into the med room, halting when he sees the dead glare in Jazzy’s eyes) “What’s going on?”

Teshteal: Huh-? *realizes he was in a stupor go for a moment* No, I was caught off guard. *finally relaxes and gives her a tight hug back but is careful not to squish Gilbert’s pouch. His tail gently sways up and down at the comfortable gesture he’s letting himself experience*

Joyce: (Brightly) “Okay then!” (Continues to hug the little devil gremlin man, still swaying from side to side as that is how Donny and Ma hug her and she hasn’t hugged very many other people)

Nick: *explains the command and why he had to use it. Essentially the same explanation he gave Ma.*

Donovan: (Looks at Ma, then nods in partial understanding. He leans back against the wall while he waits, still not looking at Jas for too long)

Ma: (Steps back with her hands raised slightly) “There, all done…”

Jasmine: (Breathing a little faster now, still waiting for the feeling of harsh pain on her skin from a strike, or worse. She continues to correct her mistakes bit by bit, edging back up to this very moment. It’s difficult to think clearly, her head still feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton balls)

Nick: *hushes her and pets her hair* You’re going to be okay, doll… You’re going to be just fine.

Jasmine: (Finishes her assessment of herself and its not too pretty, there were plenty of things she could’ve done much more efficiently. She tenses and quietly mewls like a small feeble child would, closing her eyes tightly while some tears drip down. She’s in her protective state now, again limp like a Raggedy Ann doll while waiting for the worst to occur, although she’s partly aware that it isn’t necessary anymore as her Dad is holding her)

Ma: (Reorganizing everything and giving the remaining few bloodied spots a thorough wipe down)

Teshteal: *blushes a little and rests his head on her shoulder, letting himself get lost in the safety of being held by someone so kind. He wonders briefly why he’s suddenly become so attached to Joyce*

Gilbert: (Squirms in his pouch when he wakes up from his slumber, scratching at the zipper to alert everyone that he is now awake and in need of a snack)

Joyce: (Frowns at her ferret who ruined the moment) “I think he’s awake again.” (Pulls back from Teshteal and unzips her pouch) “It’s his feeding and play time. Hold on, I’ll be right back after I go put him up in my room. Don’t go anywhere!” (Smiles at Teshteal then rushes to run up the staircase)

Teshteal: *makes a small wave with a small smile, blushing slightly still from the close contact of the moment*

Gardio: Looks like you have quite the crush. *leaning on the mop with a wry smile*

Teshteal: *face flushes more. He didn’t realize how love struck he was until the old ghoul pointed it out* That’s what this is? *runs his hand through his unkempt hair in a panic* I shouldn’t get any closer-

Gardio: Why? You seem happy.

Teshteal: *paces, tail twitching in agitation* Yes, but what if this is part of my programming? *stops to face the glowing one* What if these feelings aren’t genuine?

Gardio: *smirking knowingly* I saw you tense up and I’ve seen you easily toss people over your head when they grab you. You were about to do that but you stopped. *points at him* You stopped because you wanted to protect her from yourself.

Teshteal: What about when I’m close to her?

Gardio: Do the voices stop?

Teshteal: *freezes for a moment* What?

Gardio: I’m assuming this programming makes you hear voices. Do they stop when you’re around her? Does it feel like they’re trying to get you to do something for them? Or do they quiet down?

Teshteal: *blinks with some sense of clarity* They… stop. Mostly. At least when we were hugging just now, they were drowned out. It felt safe. *hugs himself a little to mimic the gesture*

Gardio: Then what do you think? *goes back to mopping the floor*

Teshteal: *blushing again and covers his mouth at the realization that he might be genuinely infatuated with Joyce*

Nick: *stroking her hair still to reassure her that she’s safe*

Jasmine: (Sniffles and covers her face with her hands, whimpering as her confused mind tries to debate whether or not it’s actually safe or she should stay in her protective state)

Joyce: (Settles Gilbert in her room, making sure he and the two puppies are well fed and have plenty of toys to play with) “There we go…” (Looks at her window at the bright blue day, a shadow darting in the trees catching her attention) “Uh oh…” (Rushes down the stairs) “Donny!”

Donovan: (Rushes out of the med room and meets her by the stairs, motioning for her to lower her voice as go not startle Jazzy) “What is it?”

Joyce: (Points outside, speaking in a whisper) “I think I saw them again past the trees, though I’m not sure…”

Donovan: (Swears and rushes to grab his coat and gear from the closet) “And we’ve got mirelurks on the shore that blew in from the storm…”

Joyce: (Also tries to grab her stuff so she can help him)

Donovan: (Stops her by placing a hand on her shoulder) “No Joyce, I’ve got it. You stay here and help Ma if she calls for it or if they come back. Maybe they’re just sniffing around again.”

Pirate: (Whines in anticipation, sitting by the door with her tail thumping)

Teshteal: I can help. *wild grin at the thought of fighting a few mirelurks* It’ll go by a lot quicker if I go! *crouching and swaying his tail like a cat watching a mouse*

Nick: You’re okay. You’re safe. We’re just giving you some blood so you can get back on your feet faster. *smiling down at her. He rubs her stomach again to soothe some of her anxiety*

Jasmine: (Malfunctioning, her mind can’t seem to make up its mind on what to do at the moment or even make much sense on what’s happening. So she just goes into cuddly kitten mode and puts her arms back around Nick while snuggling close to his chest, focusing on the soothing motion of his hand to help ground herself)

Nick: *keeps up the gentle gesture*

Donovan: (Slings his rifle over his shoulder, giving the gremlin man a nod) “The mirelurks are an easy fix, we just destroy their eggs and wipe them out. However, we’ve got some Trappers who recently moved in and are camping out nearby at the quarry, or more accurately Trappers-In-Progress as they aren’t fully insane. They haven’t been hostile to us yet, but we have seen ‘em sniffing around the farm. It’s better to be safe than sorry, only a matter of time before the fog takes ahold of them completely.” (Opens the front door, scanning the lawn for any sign of someone hiding)

Pirate: (Goes bolting outside, barking like crazy as she starts sniffing around)

Teshteal: So they can be reasoned with, then. I can tail you if things get nasty.

Gardio: Or I could follow. *to Teshteal* Sorry, Tesh, but your horns and tail are more noticeable than the glowing cracks of my skin.

Teshteal: *pouts*

Gardio: Hey, don’t be like that. This will give you more time with your new friend. *smiles warmly at the little devil*

Teshteal: *glumly* I suppose you’re right.

Gardio: Besides, we still don’t know if the vault’s hunting you or Jasmine. It would be safer for both of you.

Teshteal: *freezes in terror at the mention of the vault. Shaky whimpers as he cowers, his tail wrapping around his body for security* I hadn’t thought of that.

Jasmine: (Matches her breathing with Nick’s gentle rubs to further secure herself in reality, clawing at his shirt with a whine because she’s tempted to start scratching at her skin for her previous mistakes)

Ma: (Keeping a close eye on the girl, thinking about increasing the speed of the blood transfusion as there seems to be no negative reactions)

Nick: *Takes her hands in his to keep them occupied, rubbing small circles on the back of hers* Ssh. No need to punish yourself for that.

Jasmine: (Raises her head to gaze up at her Dad, her situation still not clicking in place yet but at least she’s not breaking down or panicking)

Donovan: “Wait- What?!? This vault could be hunting you and Rosie right now as we speak!?”

Joyce: “How did you get out in the first place then?”

Teshteal: *backs away with his tail between his legs at Donovan’s yelling* We were all put in cryostasis in the vault and I thawed out earlier than we were supposed to. I tried to get to Rosie but the security measures were too strong for me to combat at the time. I couldn’t even save the others in the vault. *clutches his hair with a whine at the guilt* I couldn’t even save them. *shaking his head in distress* Useless, useless, useless Linus. Can’t even protect an innocent person and now we’re probably all in danger-!

Gardio: *firmly to Teshteal* Stop. You’re not useless. You haven’t done anything wrong. *to Donovan* We don’t know. It’s a possibility. Now I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t yell at my friend.

Teshteal: *still clutching his hair, trembling like a leaf at his past mistakes*

Donovan: (Gives Teshteal an apologetic look as his face softens and his voice lowers) “Apologies, I didn’t mean to yell at you nor be angry with you as you have done nothing to warrant that.” (Rubs his forehead) “With all that has happened, getting Rosie back and seeing how far she’s fading, it’s taking a toll on me. I’ll try to keep better control of myself from here on out.”

Joyce: (Hesitantly shifts closer to Teshteal, opening her arms to offer another hug) “You’re not useless to me…”

Donovan: (Still terrified at the thought that someone could come and drag Rosalinda back to hell as he witness them do over two hundred years ago, he could never get the pleas or the screaming out of his mind…)

Teshteal: *No response. Just muttering* I left them behind. I left them behind and they’re probably dead because of me. I left them behind… *keeps beating himself up. Stuck in a loop*

Gardio: *to Joyce* You can hug him. He said he felt safe with you. *To Donovan* I think it’s best we head out, now, to make sure it’s just trappers and not something worse. *already put his holster on and has a pistol ready to go*

Nick: Hey, doll. *still warmly smiling down at her*

Jasmine: (Blinks at him, not responding while her eyes search his comforting face)

Ma: (Ups the speed on how fast the blood is trickling into the girl)

Jasmine: (Eyes widen when she registers the blood filled line going into her arm, crying out as she paws at it with one hand. She’s not ripping it out, just lightly patting it to express she doesn’t like it)

Donovan: “Alright then, let’s see what we’ve got out lurking out here.” (Leaves the house and follows Pirate into the woods)

Pirate: (Sniffing the ground as she follows a scent of a human)

Gardio: *follows him, keeping an ear out especially for ghouls. Maybe he can get some information from the locals if there are any ferals about them. He grips his gun tightly*

Joyce: (Silently moves in to swoop Teshteal in a warm hug. She’s a taller than him so she slightly bends down in order to press her forehead against his)

Teshteal: *freezes and looks up just to be sure who’s hugging him then tries to pull her down closer to his level so he can hug her back, and pretty tightly too. He quietly cries, the guilt clawing at his mind and how he could have done better*

Joyce: (Recalls when Donny or Ma would hug her whenever she would break down badly, remembering what they would do. She carefully guides Tehsteal to the living room and onto the sofa so they are both seated, letting him hold her tightly) “Hey, it’s gonna be okay…” (Has only known him for less than a day, but she still feels a strong connection to him)

Nick: Shh… It’s alright kiddo. *takes her hand again* We need to do this so you’ll get nice and strong again. Alright, doll?

Jasmine: (Whines and starts lightly kicking her feet like a toddler to further emphasize that she doesn’t want this IV in her) “No…”

Donovan: (Hears a branch snap when they get deeper into the forest and holds out his rifle infront of him) “Who’s there?!?”

Pirate: (Growls aggressively and gets into a fighting stance, ready to pounce)

Trapper: (Squatted down behind a tree a few yards away, cackling maniacally to himself while muttering nonsense to nothing)

Donovan: (Slowly starts approaching, keeping his guard up) “It’s the same bloke from last time, he tried to jump our fence while Joyce was out in the yard…”

Gardio: *nods and keeps his gun ready in case he gives them any trouble*

Teshteal: *shakes his head, his voice muffled in the fabric of her clothes* You don’t understand- I could have saved them! I had the opportunity but I chose Rosie instead! I could have saved them. Useless. I’m still the worst.

Joyce: (Hugs Teshteal tighter, leaning backwards so they are both laying back on the sofa) “Hm? And why did you choose Rosie?”

Nick: Rosalinda, please. You need this blood. *rubs the back of her hands again with his thumb* Just a bit longer. Okay, Kitten?

Jasmine: (Stops kicking and fussing, blinking down at the IV line in thought. She gives another soft cry and buries her face in Nicks shirt while putting her arms around his shoulders, not fighting any further but she still isn’t happy about it)

Ma: (To Nick with a sad smile) “It’ll take about an hour or so for the transfusion to finish. In the meantime I have some things to take care of, do you need something before I go?”

Trapper: (Looks up, slowly rising to his feet) “You-?!? the Fog hasn’t taken you yet?”

Donovan: “I’m a ghoul and we have fog condensers, no it hasn’t. Were you just on my property? I thought I warned you to stay away.”

Trapper: “Why? It’s only a matter of time until the Fog gets ya and your girls, or the Island sends it worst your way and everything gets ripped to shreds.” (Steps closer with his hands out like he’s going to grab them) “So what’s the point in waiting around?”

Donovan: (Points his rifle between the Trappers eyes) “Don’t. This is your only warning.”

Trapper: (Stops in his tracks, edging closer as if he’s testing the two men)

Gardio: *has his gun trained on the trapper*

Nick: *Shakes his head at Ma then pats his daughters head* That-a-girl…

Jasmine: (Grips her Dad’s shirt tightly with her small hands while she softly sniffles on her tears)

Ma: (Leaves the med room to let the two rest in peace. She quietly slips by Teshteal and Joyce in the living room, noting that Teshteal seems to be having a breakdown. She takes her large bucket and several smaller ones, leaving to milk the cows)

Teshteal: *sniffs* She’s a kid. I heard her screaming for help before we went on ice. *doesn’t realize how intimate the situation looks from the outside because he’s so wrapped up in his own trauma. He’d be bright red with embarrassment if he were more aware*

Joyce: (Pets his hair, avoiding his horns. She’s also oblivious to how intimate the position they’re in is, she’s just comforting her friend like Donny and Ma do with her. It’s the only way she knows how) “You wanted to save a screaming and crying little girl from being tortured? That sounds very noble to me, you couldn’t have known that the security would be too tight…”

Trapper: “So, you gonna shoot me this time?”

Donovan: (Still has his gun trained) “Do I have to? What were you doing back here?”

Trapper: (Only laughs at his question)

Donovan: (Frowns) “Where you scouting out our home? Checking to see if we had left or were taken down by the storm?”

Gardio: *glares at the Trapper*

Teshteal: *sniffs and buries his face in her shoulder* I could have done better…

Joyce: “You did your best, and it’s obvious that you care about her so that secures that claim.” (Racking her brain for something to say, she’s still extremely young and doesn’t have much wisdom through life experiences gained yet. She wishes Donny or Ma were here to help, but for now she just curls up close to Teshteal with her leg partly slung over his for extra security and comfort. Again, she’s oblivious to how this would look from the view of someone walking by)

Trapper: (Frowns back at them, shaking his hands in the air) “You could shoot, you know.” (Takes two steps back) “I can just walk away! You’re gonna let me walk away?”

Donovan: (Growls lowly) “If I see you or anyone from your group around my home ever again, I’m putting a bullet between your eyes no questions asked.”

Gardio: *frowns. The guy reminds him of Teshteal in a way. Only unlike Teshteal his morals are a bit dubious*

Trapper: (Backs away, laughing maniacally again) “You might come to regret that, buddy.” (Starts strutting off)

Donovan: (Gets defensive) “Is that a threat!?! Are you threatening my family!?!”

Trapper: (Walks backwards and raises his hands, mocking him) “Who knows? You decide!” (Keeps walking away back to the quarry)

Donovan: (Snarls, half tempted to shoot the man in the back just to be sure he’s not reporting anything. Although, that just might send the others running over)

Teshteal: *seems to settle down a little more. Suddenly feels like he needs to come clean about his feelings* Joyce…? I need to confess something to you. *sniffs* Promise you won’t get mad?

Joyce: (Sweetly) “Hm? Yeah, sure! I’ll keep an open mind!” (Glowing brightly, emerald green eyes peeking down at him behind her wavy blonde hair that’s fallen over her face)

Teshteal: *turns his head to face her, eyes just a bit red and puffy. He reaches up and tenderly strokes the hair out of her face. For a moment he’s stunned by bright emerald eyes. Reminds him of Gardio’s before the war- he always thought he had nice eyes despite just being friends* I know we’ve only known each other for less than a day but I think I might be infatuated with you. *watches her expression carefully for disgust or pain*

Joyce: (Eyes glow brighter with excitement and adoration while a warm smile blooms on her face) “What does infatuated mean? Does it mean what I think it means? Do you have a fondness for me?” (Notices that his eyes are red and her face fills with deep concern) “Oh no, are you alright?”

Gardio: *whispers to the other ghoul* Might be wise if we take turns keeping guard, Donovan.

Donovan: (Doesn’t let his guard down) “Just what I was thinking.” (Waits until the Trapper is out of sight before turning to Gardio, motioning to head back) “I’ll give the turrets and the wall a quick once over to reinforce our security.”

Pirate: (Follows alongside her dear owner protectively)

Gardio: *follows him back, taking note of the surrounding area* If you have any scrap, I recommend making more turrets to bolster your defenses. Lucille seems to know about robots from how she handled Nick breaking down. Maybe ask her to build one for defense? Just some suggestions, Donovan. *shrugs, not sure if he’ll even take them*

Donovan: (Gives him a nod) “That’ll work if she’s up for it. I brought everything from our farm and only do some maintenance here and there.”

Teshteal: I’m fine. I was crying, remember? *smiles a little and nods* To answer your question, yes. I have a fondness for you. Romantically, in fact. It’s still too soon to tell if anything will come of it. Hell, I don’t know if you feel the same.

Joyce: (Radiating light as she shines with excitement at the confession) “Romantically like me? And you don’t even want something from me? You’re not pining for that kinda stuff, right? No skipping to third base.” (Quietly to herself) “No of course not Joyce, he’s not like them.” (Turns her attention back to Teshteal, blushing cutely as she squeezes his shoulder) “I think I have an attraction to you too. Although, I’ve only been alive for four years, and only one as my own person…”

@lucilleandherrobots

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #fallout original character #fallout oc #fallout roleplay #fallout rp

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beachbabey · 2 years ago

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we all wanna tease miles until he’s a shaking and whimpering mess, but i know that man eats pussy like a god. he’ll have you wrapped up in his little cardigan and eating you out until you’re crying because he can’t get enough of you. he’ll beg you for one more because he’s not done yet.

OH???? TOP MILES MILLER??? ON THIS BLOG????

seb ur brain is wonderful

he sat down unceremoniously on your bed, pulling you down with him — not once breaking the kiss. you felt your head buzz, lust swarming your brain as he dragged you to sit on his lap. kisses open-mouthed and sloppy and downright filthy. you pulled your lips away and caught your breath, panting against his neck, the intensity and length of the kiss leaving you lightheaded

"you okay?” he asked tentatively, running his hands down to your waist, trailing his hands up further, cupping your jaw with both palms, his hands warm and shaking ever so slightly. you give him a quick nod, impatiently leaning in for another searing kiss

“i want you,” you grinned down at him, grinding your hips down harshly onto his own. he lets out a small chirp at the sensation, eyes scrunched up, if you didn't know him any better, you'd say he was in pain

“don't-p-please” he groans out, head flopping onto your shoulder, fingers curling around your hips to halt your movements

“angel please, don't do that”

"hm?” you asked, switching up your entire demeanour going innocent, eyes doe-like and lips pouty, cocking your head to the side

“I'm not doing anything.”

"y-your hips. oh fuck you,” he whines, cheeks flushed, embarrassed at how easily you affect him, giggling at his reaction when you suddenly feel yourself getting flipped onto the mattress, leaning up on your elbows to watch him. looking up at you, feeling his cock stand to attention as the sight of your thighs spread out for him

he carefully throws your legs over his shoulders before hesitating, putting them back onto the sheets leaning back on his haunches, and licking his lips as he thinks about what to do

“stand up, baby, stand up,” he hums, patting your thighs to get you moving

"what?? miles what are you doing?" you sit up fully, swinging your legs onto the floor and standing near him, a perplexed frown on your face and a tinge of disappointment in your voice

miles crawls up the bed, lying his head on your pillow “Sit.” he beckons you over eagerly, wiggling his shoulders to get comfortable

“what? where?” you splutter, making your way over to the bed again

“you,” he points to his face. “are gonna sit that pretty little ass right here”

He makes grabby hands at you and you take his hands as he pulls you up his body. sitting on his chest as you look at him hesitantly.

He shakes his head at you, "nuh uh, higher baby". his long fingers grabbing at the flesh on your ass, hoisting you up until you're hovering over his mouth urging you to lower your hips, pinning his head to the bed gently with your knees, his cardigan draped over your shoulders, curtaining him, hiding him away from the world. He was all yours, for the time being, it was just him and you in this moment.

“now you're gonna ride my face till you cum, think you can do that for me, honey?”

#miles miller smut #miles miller x reader #miles miller x you #seb 🐰#bad times at the el royale

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edenjohansson · 1 year ago

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Chapter 22

fifty shades of red

Bella's pov :

I think I stopped moving for almost an hour. I still had my daughter's body in my arms but I refused to let her go. I couldn't leave her because I know that if I let her go she will transform into ashes forever. I looked up again and saw my powers still around Natasha's body.

I have to bring her back now before I change my mind.

I stood up, kissing my daughter again and walked towards Nat's body. I didn't want to see my daughter getting into ashes. I dropped on my knees next to her body and grabbed her body softly. I bit myself on the wrist and let my blood run down on Natasha's lips. My blood entered her mouth slowly. I stopped and let my powers healed me.

I leaned and approached myself from Nat's neck. I had to drink all of her blood. I bit her roughly and started drinking. Her blood was sweet and fluid, the perfect taste ever. I felt tears running on my face again. What if she hates me for what I was doing?

I drank the last drop of blood from her body and watched her chest healing. The processus was starting, her body started to change, her hair gots more red, her cheeks finally blushed again and her injury was now invisible. She was still on my lap when I felt the bond responding again.

Natasha was back.

She slowly opened her eyes. They were red, dark red. She looked at me without any expressions on her face. She moved one of her hands and looked at it like a newborn discoring his body.

"Welcome back Natasha" I whispered to her. I remembered that vampires need time to adapt their ears from the outside noises.

"What? What happened to me?"

"You died Natasha and I couldn't let you go. It's probably selfish but I transformed you. You are like me now. You are a vampire"

Her eyes widened but not with fear, with surprise. She stood up and sat next to me still looking at me. Then she looked away and saw Senka's body first, which hadn't turned into ashes yet thanks to her crown's powers, a smile appeared in her lips but she finally saw some ashes next to me. She looked at me, asking me.

"She killed June" I said, feeling tears again.

Natasha approached me and hugged me tightly with the strength of the newborn. I laughed slowly and she looked at me without understanding why I was laughing right now.

"You have more strength than me darling, I laugh because you're going to beat me"

She smiled too. I placed a hand on her chin. Her body shivered at my touch but she leaned in my hand placing her hand on mine. I approached my face from hers and brushed my lips with her, letting her have the time to feel the differences from before. She leaned and our lips crashed against each other.

"I love you"

The same three words escaped our lips. We looked at each other's eyes and kissed again. Kissing again and again.

"Come with me. You have to discovered some of your new abilities before seeing the other and you have to eat"

She nodded and we walked out of the room by a little door behind the throne. We reached the garden quickly and I let Natasha adapt her vision to the night. With her simple clothes she quickly understood that she couldn't feel the cold of the outside and she found out her night vision was very useful. I laughed at her and she tried to take me down.

"Wow the little newborn wants to fight already?"

She smirked at me and positioned herself in front of me.

"Go ahead hit me"

She moved so fast that she stopped herself just in front of me with widened eyes.

"At first you feel lightheaded when you move fast but it will become an habit"

She nodded again and without warning punched me in the stomach, I felt myself crashing against a huge tree, three meters away from her. I stood up and laughed again. She ran to me and apologized to me.

"I'm so sorry, I wouldn't punch you so hard"

"That's alright darling, you can do it at much as you want"

She giggled and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"If you want to break my bones just say it" I said to her.

"No i just want a hug"

I wrapped my arms around her too and hugged her tightly. She let out a sigh at my touch, her body shivering slowly. I looked at her again and smiled.

"Your body is more sensitive now, in the good ways and the bad. You will feel some things more painful but others things more intense" I said, looking at her with lust.

"Omg I can't wait to touch you again"

"You have to eat first"

I grabbed her hand softly and dragged her into the forest. Letting her adapt her senses to the environment. We arrived at a small glade and found a doe alone. Natasha looked at me and I nodded, letting her hunt. She didn't wait and ran fastly. She jumped on the doe and bit her neck. Blood was on her chin but she was concentrated on her prey only. I walked toward her but without touching her and scaring her, just letting her know that I was still there with her.

Natasha looked at me slowly and stood up, wiping the blood on her chin and on her neck.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her, holding out my hand.

"I still feel hungry but not as much as before"

"It's normal. We always feel hungry but sometimes more. I will teach you everything, don't worry" I reassured her, grabbing her hands in mine.

"Where are the others? Are they okay?"

I nodded and started walking towards the forest to reach the rest of the team. I let Natasha know that she may need space around her friends because of the human blood but she seems confident with that. We arrived in front of the gates, bodies were everywhere, mine and Senka's. It's Clint who saw us first, he gasped and walked towards us. The others turned and saw us too. Mary ran and jumped on me, hugging me tightly.

"I thought you were dead, dumbass! You scared me like hell" She said, in my arms.

"I'm fine. I present you our new vampire" I said, pointing at Natasha.

Mary smiled and hugged her too.

"Welcome in the family" Mary finally said to Natasha.

#natasha romanoff #fanfic #marvel #smut #vampire #belladonna #fanfiction #natasha #aesthetic

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pbandjesse · 1 year ago

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I took a sick day today. Which u do not like doing at all!!! But I felt so bad and needed to just be alone and rest. And thankfully I am feeling a lot better. Like I think if I had done more today I wouldn't feel great, but the rest really did help.

This morning I woke up and felt no good. James was right there and I told them I felt bad and wanted to sleep more. So I reset my alarm for 8.

When I woke up at 8 though I felt so bad. My mouth and throat felt so swollen and my chest hurt. So I sent an email to camp that I did not feel good and wouldn't be in. But I would do a little work at home. And then I went back to sleep.

I woke up at 1030. I normally hate waking up after 10 but I needed it. And I still wasn't feeling amazing but once I washed my face and got dressed I felt a little better. I was glad I didn't go to work, but at least I wasn't dying anymore and in pain.

I made the bed and got dressed and went to have breakfast. James had left a sandwich for me. And I would sit on the bedroom floor and sorted my socks while I ate. I have two small suitcases of socks and I now have all the socks I wear on a daily basis in the top box and all my fun socks and special socks in the bottom box. Hopefully it will prevent me from being frustrated looking for socks in the morning.

I would spend the next couple hours working on my computer. The new laptop is working a lot better then it was. I set up shop in bed and worked on the PowerPoint for my outreaches. This ended up being a huge undertaking. Originally the plan was to make a general way to identify species. But then I was like there are so many species, plants, trees, animals. To many!! So I decided to focus on just trees. Which will mean I will have to update the descriptions of the program but that's okay. But then there are about 100 kinds of trees native to Maryland. So I was very overwhelmed. I decided to focus on just puhtok but that's still at least 50 according toe Charlotte. I have decided I am going to just focus on 8. 3 coniferous and 5 deciduous. And then just breaking down all the things you look for when trying to figure out what kind of tree you are looking at. And then I'll have some books and resources as references for the art portion of the program.

I lost steam though and wanted to lay down. So I called it a day and laid in bed watching videos and hanging out with sweetp.

I was texting Jess and she asked me a question that I had to get up to confirm. So I drug myself out of bed. She said that SodaStream bottles expire so I went to see when ours expires. One year left! Neat.

And since I was up I did some stuff around the apartment. Did a quick vacuum. Did a little sewing in the studio. I got a text that I had a package so I went down to get that. Walking on the stairs made me a little lightheaded. So I sat down for a few minutes opening my package.

My airpods case came but it was kind of ugly. I decided to fix it up. I didn't get a before picture but the after is posted. I took the ears off and put them on what was originally the bottom. It looked like it had a huge forehead before. I also added the nose. And brushed the fur out because it was all trapped in the stitching so it looks a lot better now. Has big muppet energy.

I had some stuff to glue. And discovered my chargeable hot glue gun is not charging. Ugh. So I found a different one. But was still annoying. I was glad I was able to get my gluing done.

I chilled on the couch and waited for James to get home. I was feeling a lot better. Throat still hurt but I was doing a lot better. After James would get home the plan was to go drop off the chair from camp with Callie. And then we would get pizza and then home to make Chex rice crispies for Jess'd party tomorrow.

James would take a little longer then expected to get home but it's all good. I wasn't in a rush. But James was stressed about it. When they got home we left almost immediately and got over to Callie and Charlotte's apartment and got the heavy ass chair in their apartment.

We stayed to talk for a few minutes. Charlotte showed us her costume (she's going as a salt shaker to Cate and Ross's margarita and Jimmy buffet) and James said it was an incredible move and was very animated which I thought was great. I love when James's big personality shines.

We said goodbye and went to R house. I waited in the car and it took a bit but I wasnt in a rush. James would come back to the car and we went home.

They left me here though to go to the grocery store so we could make rice krispies for Jess's party. But we needed Chex so James ended up going to 3 stores and it took almost an hour for them to come home. And they are like radiating stress. They just knocked down all of our Christmas sprinkles and that was a big mess but they are so upset. I hate seeing them so upset. Especially when no one is mad at them! Everything is fine! I love them very much and just want them to be happy inside and I can't fix the inside sad.

Now though it is time to make Chex rice crispies. Even though we are using corn Chex. Im sure they will still be good. And seasonal.

Goodnight everyone. I hope you are feeling good. And no one is sick tomorrow.

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TYLER ISABELLA MCCLAIN. She was wearing some jeans that made her ass look perfect and an oversized hoodie that screamed she didn’t really care whether she looked hot or not. This girl was my walking wet dream—From the way she moved, to the sound of her voice, the shape of her body, the taste of her lips. Everything about her was coming up perfect and it was really throwing me off my game.

Usually at this state in a relationship, I was finding those little imperfections that spoke to me about why being single was better. Which made me seem like a complete asshole, I fucking realize, but the truth was that I had never had a bad break-up in my entire life. So that had to count for something.

Every single one of my exes was still my friend, at least on some level, and it wasn’t even weird. I sure as shit wasn’t spending my Friday nights with them, but hey, I wouldn’t duck and run if we ran into each other on the street either.

Still, though, Tyler outclassed my exes by about a thousand miles. There was just something about her that left me a little bit breathless. And, yeah, okay, that worried the shit out of me. But I was trying to take it in stride.

I plopped down into the chair beside her and rested my elbows on the round table in front of us with a sigh. “Please tell me you come bearing Government notes?” I shot a pleading grin at her, then leaned over to drop a quick kiss on her lips. It was stupid—that kiss part—not because it was weird to kiss my girlfriend. But because I’d done it just to send a message, and I knew it.

Tyler had walked in to the tail-end of a dress rehearsal for the band, and there was some niggling cave-man part of me that wanted Dade and the other guys to know that Tyler was my girl. It became stupider once you knew that Dade was still in high-school and definitely not any competition for Tyler’s affection, and worse because everyone already knew we were dating. But I had seen the way that the drummer could sometimes look at her. And, hell, I couldn’t say I blamed him. But still.

I had never been the jealous, territorial type in my entire fucking life. For some reason being with Tyler was starting to bring it out in me.

Or maybe there was some merit to the idea that people got crazier as they aged. Who fucking knew.

“Like I would leave you stranded.” She shot a smile at me that practically made me feel lightheaded. Damn but this girl was beautiful.

Tyler pulled up her messenger bag and flipped it open, searching through for her notes. They were color-coded and easy to follow, which made understanding what the hell was going on a hundred times easier than the textbook.

“You’re my lifesaver! You know that, right?” I almost kissed her again, but I reigned in the urge at the last second. I really did need those damn Government notes. I’d skipped the lecture to make rehearsal, and I already wasn’t doing so hot in that class.

It was the only class that Tyler and I shared, because she was an underclassman and I was an underachiever. It was also how we’d met. I’d sat next to her—for obvious reasons—and she’d taken pity on me once she saw how much I seemed to hate it; after that we became study partners.

Okay, maybe I had ulterior motives from the beginning but she doesn’t have to know that. She really was helping me pass the class. And that was something I definitely needed if my parents were going to continue to float my ass through college and pay my rent for me.

I recognized I was living a spoiled kid’s dream life, and I embraced it for what it was. One day R!OT would have a record deal and I’d be a famous guitarist, living off of a tour bus, and seeing the world. Shit, every asshole who could strum a guitar in the world probably thought the exact same thing. But this band was the real deal and, honestly, it was only a matter of time with us. We all knew that.

A matter of time and my baby brother finishing his business degree so he could properly manage us. Adam was only about a year out from that goal and making it all happen, and then my life could really begin. I was counting down the days on my calendar.

Until then I planned to milk this college thing for all it was worth with my General Education major and my mediocre grades. I was only mildly fucking ashamed of this, and only sometimes. Every other day of the week it was just something that I shrugged at. Garrett and Amy—my parents—had tolerated my rock-star ambitions only so far, and then they’d made me promise to try the college thing before making up my mind.

I loved them, but they just didn’t fucking understand.

Tyler grinned at me as I flipped through the two pages of her handwritten notes, skimming over her neat handwriting. “Thank you, Ty.” I shook my head at her to emphasize how much I meant it, and she shrugged like it was no big deal. “How was your day?”

She grabbed her coffee and sipped from the cup, hesitating before she answered. Which told me more about her day than anything else. “It was fine.” She tried to smile but it didn’t quite meet her eyes, so I knew something was up.

“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t really one to press a point, especially if someone seemed not to want to talk about something. But I’d had more than enough girlfriends in my lifetime to know that wasn’t always the right move. Most of the girls I’d dated in the past liked to have information pried from them, with a lot of questions and prodding and shit. Tyler wasn’t one of those girls, though. She wasn’t anything like that. So I deliberated for a moment before deciding that I genuinely wanted to know.

If something was bothering her then I wanted to hear about it.

“What does fine mean? Looks like you’ve got something on your mind.”

She smiled again, but this one was better. A lot less forced. “Yeah.” She put her coffee on the table and leaned back in her chair, stretching. “I got partnered with this asshole for a Biology project. So I’m not too thrilled about that.”

I wasn’t a rescuing damsels, macho kind-of guy… So it took me by surprise when my first instinct was to feel a little ruffled on her behalf. But, shit, honestly I’d never heard Tyler complaining about anyone before. She was so easy-going, so completely uncomplicated. Very live and let live. So this was new.

I must have had some kind of expression on my face because she quickly amended. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” And then she shrugged, so I figured she probably didn’t want to delve into details about it.

“That sucks, baby.” I commiserated, because one of my exes—Jamie Lynn—had told me that sometimes a girl just wanted to be heard. Whatever the fuck that meant. “So did you hear any of the set?” I tactfully changed the subject. “How’d we sound?”

“Yeah, I did,” she grinned, adjusting her messenger bag and dropping it back to the floor at her feet. “You guys sound amazing. I’ll be the first in line to get my CD signed, knocking fangirls out of the way so I can get to Aidan.” She chuckled and I shot her a glare, my mouth dropping open at her teasing.

“Hey, now.” I clutched at my chest in mock-pain. Aidan was the lead guitarist, my roommate Clay was bass, and I filled in the gaps. “That hurts, girl.”

Tyler chuckled. “I meant Cressida. You know, since she’s got the best hair and all.”

It was a running argument in the band over who had the best hair… One that Tyler damn well knew about. And it was definitely me, by the fucking way. My hair was this awesome sandy blonde storm that curled when it was long and waved when it was short, and was fucking softer than a teddy bear’s. So fuck you. But yeah…

I shook my head at Tyler and blew out a slow breath. “We might have to break up.”

Cressida’s hair was always dyed a new color every time I looked at her, and it was all right, but it wasn’t as cool as mine. She liked to roll tape on her microphone that matched her hair color, and I thought that was just showing the fuck off. But whatever.

Tyler laughed harder and leaned over to wrap her arms around my neck. She tried to kiss me but I dodged, fighting back a smile, so she just peppered my face instead.

Damn but this girl was cute, and I could not stop noticing it for the fucking life of me.

#my art #pleasant valley girls #forever girl #fg ch02 #gavin x tyler #my writing #okay from sketch to lined to color...#takes a stupid amount of time #so #this gon be slow #oh #also #excessive swearing #bc it's gavin #so there's that

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shades-of-sapphire · 8 months ago

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Promises unbroken

The coda of Soon - go ver.

Even before she shouldered the glass door open, she already spotted her husband through the glass wall surrounding the little café. It was the same café where she saw him last time, which was three weeks ago before she had to go overseas to attend multiple back-to-back fashion week events. She suspected this had become one of his favorite place, because she noticed the familiar room as his background multiple times during their video calls session.

He grinned when she confronted him about that. "This place is growing on me," he said, helping her park her suitcases. "It's pretty close from my office, with great ambiance and great lattes." He pulled her into a tight, long hug, to which she responded with equal enthusiasm. "Hi," he whispered to her hair.

"Hello, darling." She buried her face on his chest and took a long, deep breath in effort to fill her lungs with the familiar scent of him. Tired and lightheaded from the giddiness of reuniting with her husband, she thought she could fall asleep right then and there. "I miss you."

"Told you I'll see you soon. I never break my promises."

She laughed, pulling away from him to pull on his arm so that he sat down next to her. "That you do. How was your day?"

He told her about it, one arm moving animatedly while he let her clung to the other one. She was never this clingy under normal circumstances, but she always found herself wanting to be as close to him as possible, for as long as she could manage, whenever the two of them got back together after some time apart – which, with her line of work, happened quite often. She rested her head on his shoulder as she told him about her flight, feeling the laughter rumbling inside him as she told the funny conversation she had with the professor sitting next to her.

"I feel bad for him, though," he said. "Imagine booking a window seat just to spend the entire flight grading papers."

"It was dark anyway, it's not like he could enjoy any view."

"Still sad, though. Reminds me of my own business trips."

She gave the arm she was hugging a pat. "You should really stop hogging the window seat if you're going to stare at your screens the entire time."

As if on cue, one of said screens – his phone on the table – lit up, followed by an identical chime from her own phone inside her jeans' pocket; both coming from the same calendar notification. She frowned at the reminder. "You still have meetings? I don't recall seeing anything past 9 on your calendar."

He sighed wearily. "It's last-minute, an extended version of the previous one. Would you mind waiting? It's only half an hour, I promise. Then we'll go home."

She kissed his jaw – the highest she could reach without too much effort – then retreated to her previous position of clinging to his arm. "As long as you can do it with one hand, because I'm not letting go of this one."

He chuckled. "Fine, you can keep that one."

She kept it indeed, using it as a pillow between her cheek and the table. She was still a little jet-lagged and tired from the long flight and time difference, so it was easy for his deep voice to lull her into sleep as he went through his meeting. She let her consciousness slip in and out, but never fully succumbing into slumber because she was a light sleeper and couldn't help but twitch awake whenever his tone sharpen – which happened quite often throughout the meeting. He sounded irritated, she registered, borderline frustrated even. And, beneath all that, tired. Now that she realized how tired he sounded, she wondered why she didn't notice the exhaustion earlier.

He did keep his promise, though; at just a minute or two before his half an hour was up (which she was secretly counting), he wrapped things up, even though they're not finished yet. "That will be all for tonight," she heard him saying at the end of his summary. "I promised my wife to keep this meeting half an hour max, so we will revisit the rest tomorrow. Thank you."

He disconnected from the meeting and closed his laptop with a force a little harder than required, not bothering to shut it down properly. He leaned to the back of his chair; she lifted her eyes to him, but his were closed as he let out a long, exhausted breath. "Did you just cut off your meeting for me?"

He opened his eyes and smiled at her, his previously obvious exhaustion fading just a little. "I never break my promises, remember?"

"Your team will think you're such a huge sap, you know."

"Only for you," he grinned. He pulled the arm she was holding, pulling her with it. "Come here."

She snuggled closer to him, leaning to his side as he circled his arm around her, pressing her close. She felt his chest inflating and deflating as he let out a content sigh once he held her against him. "You need some time off," she muttered.

"Maybe," he hummed, voice a bit slurred. "Now I need sleep more. Sleep and you."

"Sap," she chuckled. "Let's go home so you can have both, then."

"Mm." He rested his head on top of hers, nestling until he found a comfortable position. "But I already have both right here, right now."

"You want to sleep here?"

"Fifteen minutes." From his voice, she knew he was slipping away already. "Need power nap. G'me fifteen, then home. Promise."

Because she was also tired, she nodded and closed her eyes too. "Fifteen, then home."

He never broke his promises, but just now for the first time ever he did, because they ended up sleeping for almost half an hour. Despite the rather uncomfortable sitting position, it was the best sleep she'd had in three weeks, because he was right there with her.

#oneshot #fluff

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coolbeanzeaglbones · 4 months ago

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Okay, my sister made a picture and I loved it so… fanfic time!!

Based on the picture above👆🏻

Okay, my sister made a picture and I loved it so… fanfic time!!

They sat in the hospital, worried out of their wits. Another run in with Eagleclaw had seen Eaglebones getting his wrist slit when he tried to charge him.

There was blood everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. On the ground, their rash guards. It was just a lot.

He did begin to feel lightheaded and faint-y on the drive to the hospital, the rag they had tied around the cut was soaked through dripping onto the seat.

Ricky was whimpering the whole way, trying not to look.

After sitting in the waiting room for about 800 hours, or at least it felt like 800 hours, they were finally called in, "Alright, going down to the cafeteria, anyone want anything?" Crash said. Everyone knew it was just an excuse to not watch the stitching happen, so they just shook their heads.

The fat ass chipmunk doctor made sure to cause extra pain (A/N, ash, this is for you!) by not anesthetizing the area before stitching, “Quit being such a baby.” She said when he made a sound of discomfort.

He had his fist clenched, trying not to annoy the woman. And after what felt like another five hundred hours, she was done stitching and bandaging the wound, “I'll be right back.” She said as she exited.

Bones still couldn't believe that they had run into Eagleclaw again. He still hates his little brother, even though eaglebones tried to apologize while fighting.

He just wished that he could talk to his brother. He just wanted to apologize for whatever it was that made him upset, because Bones knew it was much more than just a girl, “What's on your mind, buddy?” Jimmy asked, breaking the silence. Eaglebones fumbled for a second before saying, “I just don't know why he's so mean, I mean it's not like I did anything to him.”

“Who?” The commander asked before realizing, “Oh yeah, right, your brother.” Jimmy chose that moment to share his robotic wisdom, “It's because, Eaglebones, he's a fart face.” This caused the room to erupt in giggles. The robot knew exactly what he was doing, “Holy crap, markers!” Ricky exclaimed, holding an assortment of colorful markers in his hand.

The commander grabbed the pink marker and erased some of what was on the white board, “Okay, guess what I'm drawing.” He started with a human, but instead of hands, he gave it… “Eagleclaw!” Ricky exclaimed.

The commander pointed and snapped his fingers, “Yes!” He made Eagleclaw look derpy and wrote above his masterpiece “eagleclaw” and stink lines.

This made everyone in the room laugh. Ricky had drawn a yellow sunny landscape with some blue clouds and Jimmy drew a smiley face, “Ooh, ooh ooh, Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy, draw me a mustache.” Ricky said, handing Jimmy his blue marker. Jimmy laughed and drew Ricky the spitting image of the commander's mustache, though a bit wavy as he was laughing.

The commander looked a bit angy, “I'm the only one who gets a mustache!” He pouted, crossing his arms. Ricky stood on his tip toes and drew Jimmy a yellow mustache.

They were about to draw a mustache on Eaglebones, when fat ass chipmunk doctor came back into the room.

To say the doctor was mad when she came back to the room was an understatement. She was outright livid. But she kept a professional demeanor as she escorted them out.

Eaglebones was laughing way too hard to really get any words out. He would take friends that liked him over a brother who tolerated him any day of the week. Who knows? Maybe one day they would all be friends. One could only hope.

Eaglebones had a rough day, the rest of the bats cheer him up ):3

#the aquabats #aquabats #the mc bat commander #eaglebones falconhawk #jimmy the robot #ricky fitness #fanfic

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zoeysdamn · 2 years ago

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Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Part.2

Summary: Denial and weird roommates aren’t helping your health to improve. During the Poe cup, Xavier starts to suspect that something is wrong.

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, swearing.

A/N: definitely not proof-read and English isn’t my mother tongue, but the hype for the angst™ was stronger Also, shitty timeline, I have legit no memory of how long days pass in this show.

[Masterlist] [Part.1]

A few days had passed since that night. The frequency of the coughs hadn’t died down, although it was always quite unpredictable. Some days were easier than others, you only sneezed a few petals here and there; but some others were filled with sharp pain in your chest, uncontrollable coughs and whole flowers throwed up at the worst moments. You even started to feel lightheaded sometimes, as the unforgiving pressure on your chest squeezed harder and harder with every cough.

Thankfully you always managed to excuse yourself when you felt the pressure of a rough cough starting to build up in your chest. Like now, you were kneeling on one of the restroom’s floors, bent over the toilet sink and throwing up everything you could to try to free your lungs at least a little. Silently praying that no one was around to hear your choking sounds, you managed to throw out the last flower out of your throat. Wiping your mouth with the back of your trembling hand, you flushed the toilet, watching the white petals coated in blood being washed away. Sighing, you closed the toilet lid and sat on it, burying your face in your hands. Those last days had been hectic and your condition hadn’t improved the slightest. It even seemed worse than before, with some violent setbacks like now. It sometimes felt so hard to breathe for a few minutes, while you had never experienced any serious health issues before.

Maybe it was the stress; after Rowan’s aggression at the fair, Wednesday’s allegations about his death, then him being expelled, nothing made sense these days. Xavier hadn’t mentioned anything from that evening in his dorm. The day after had been a little bit awkward, but then the both of you acted like nothing happened; still, you started to put some distance between you. Firstly because you didn’t want to make things more weird, and second because you didn’t want anyone to know about that strange condition of yours. Plus, the sensation of aching lungs seemed to be worse every time you were around him. It surely didn’t mean anything, but it was a good excuse to avoid him until your health improved.

Checking your phone you noticed that your next class was about to start in a few minutes. So you gathered yourself, wiped the last remaining traces of tears or blood on your face, and got out of the restroom.

You slid on your seat in literature class just in time before the teacher started their lecture. Trying to pull out your notes and pen the more discreetly you could, you didn’t notice the worried look Xavier gave you from across the room. It wasn’t like you at all to be late for class. Even less to be so clumsy, he noted internally as you dropped your pen for the third time in five minutes. Xavier frowned. Something felt off about you and he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it deep down. You had left his dorm hurriedly last time ; he didn’t know exactly why but he still had the feeling he had something to do with it.

So when class was dismissed and all the students exited the room he rushed to catch you in the corridor.

“Hey,” he called softly when reaching you.

Your head whipped in his direction, eyes wide. You had been so deep in your thoughts you hadn’t heard him.

“Hey,” you breathed back. His sudden apparition had almost startled you.

Xavier opened his mouth, about to say something but then he noticed your wince at the loud barks and laughs of a few werewolves students passing by. The quad was full of students at this break time, and your recent lack of sleep made you irritable to the ambient noise.

So he grabbed your hand and muttered something about the place being too loud as he gently tugged you in a corridor. The sudden contact had made your heart race despite the familiarity of it; you silently prayed that he couldn’t feel your racing pulse under his long fingers, delicately wrapped around your wrist.

The two of you finally reached one of the corridors above the quad, much quieter than the place full of students. When it was clear that no one else was up here, Xavier let go of your wrist and turned to you.

“Hey,” he repeated, “are you alright?”

The sudden question made your heart start to race in panic. Has he noticed something? Did he find a petal in his dorm?

“You were late in class earlier,” he clarified at your lack of response, “you overslept or something?”

You almost sighed loudly in relief. “I- yeah I overslept this morning,” you lied with a small smile - you hoped it was reassuring enough. “Enid must’ve forgot to wake me up ah ah.”

Even if you laughed about it and brushed it away, Xavier was still not fully convinced. You were a decent liar to anyone else, but not to him, he knew you too well for that.

“Look, about what happened last night in my room…” he started awkwardly, licking his lips nervously, “I’m sorry you left so suddenly.”

You looked at him, eyes wide. “I- no that’s okay,” you stuttered, surprised he brought that up. “I had stuff to take care of, anyway.”

“Really?” he asked immediately, narrowing his eyes.

Taken aback by his fast response you could only stare at him, mouth slightly agape and lost for words. He was totally not buying it.

“Because you left in quite a hurry,” added Xavier, crossing his arms over his chest.

You looked away, licking your lips nervously. Why couldn’t he drop it? Or at least, figure out what had been bothering you? Maybe it’ll help you understand, because you weren’t so sure of what had hurt you so much either.

“It’s nothing, okay?” you mumbled quietly, still looking anywhere but at Xavier. “I just…I didn’t want to be too much, that's all.”

Too much, or overstepping in your fascination for Wednesday, you thought internally. But then, a hand came to cup your cheek and turn your face back to Xavier.

“Hey,” he said softly, and his voice made you look up at him. His warm brown eyes bore deep into yours, like a reassuring presence. “You will never be too much, okay? Not to me.”

You lightly gasped at his words, you didn’t even realize you released a breath. The tension that had been building inside your chest, full of anxiety and stifling sorrow, suddenly disappeared. Like his words were enough to blow away the petals that were threatening to come out your mouth.

“I know I acted as an idiot, okay?” he continued. Though his hand never left your cheek, and you were internally grateful for that. “I shouldn’t have dropped everything to start sketching while you were there.”

This felt like a cold shower. Ah, so that was what he thought he did wrong. Maybe it was, but the memory of what happened was still painful to you.

“I can’t stop you from drawing Xav,” you said, reluctantly pushing yourself away from his touch. “It wouldn’t be fair of me.”

Xavier frowned at you as you readjusted the strap of your bag over your shoulder, like you were ready to go. Never in all the years he had known you, you had ever fled his company. Yet, his presence seemed to make you uncomfortable now. Shit, how much of a prick had he been?

While he was stuck in his internal debate, you sighed. Of course, this topic was over for him. So you turned and started to walk away from him. That made Xavier snap back to reality, and a sliver of lucidity suddenly hit him.

“This is about Wednesday, isn’t it?” he called from behind.

That made you stop dead in your tracks and snap your head to him, eyebrows raised high.

“What?” you whispered.

The fact that it had made you react was maybe a sign that he was somehow right. As your mind tried to understand it all, the look of surprise on your face somehow reminded Xavier of the sadness that had emanated from you when you had left his room that night. It made his heart squeeze because he knew it was because of him.

“I- I know her. From before,” he explained, unsure about how to present things. “I met her when we were kids. She saved my life”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked perplexedly.

He opened his mouth once, twice, searching for the right words. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted.

Your throat felt suddenly tight. Like something bitter was stuck. “Is that why you admire her so much?” you asked, and you hear your voice crack a little. Hopefully with the distance, Xavier wouldn’t notice.

He didn’t. “I don’t know,” he repeated, still unsure of himself. He seemed as lost as you. “I just want to get to know her, you know?”

Deep in your chest, you felt your heart crack a little. It felt like the lightweightness you had felt only a few minutes earlier were gone, leaving your rib cage feeling like it was crushed by vines.

And yet, you couldn’t help but swallow everything, the bitter taste, the petals that started to gather in your lungs and the burning sensation of tears, and put on a brave smile.

“Well then, good luck Xav,” you smiled, hoping that your lips wouldn’t wobble too much. “I hope you’ll succeed in that.”

After all, you were his best friend. It wasn’t fair of you to stop him from reaching new friends, you had never had any problem with any of them before. But once again, none of his other friends had captivated him like that.

As you walked away once again, you heard him call you again.

“You’re still my girl, you know that right?”

His words made you stop. Slightly glancing behind your shoulder, you could see his sad eyes plagued with guilt; but you knew better, and recognized the sparkle in them. The unmistakable sparkle that twinkled in his eyes when you were speaking in hushed tones together, sharing secrets and moments, only the two of you. When he called you his girl, like he started to years ago. The two kids whose guardians were too busy to properly take care of, who swore to have each other’s back.

The familiarity of the nickname flooded your heart with warmth, and to Xavier’s relief it also made your lips curl into a fond smile.

“Yeah,” you answered softly, “I know.”

Walking to your next class, you felt lighter than before. The oppressing sensation of your lungs being squeezed was still here, always crawling behind your rib cage, but it felt like there was a little less pressure than before. Maybe there would be fewer petals today.

“Ah, there you are!” cheered Enid the next day, as you joined her on the yard after one of your classes. “Guess what! Wednesday agreed to substitute for Yoko’s role as co-captain for the race!”

“Really?” you asked, giving your gloomy roommate a surprised look.

“I never turn down an occasion for a crushing revenge,” she said flatly.

“It’ll be a roomie's bonding time!” squealed Enid, looking at the both of you excitedly. “All three of us, competing for the Poe cup!”

Wednesday raised her eyebrow at you, “I didn’t take you for the type to indulge in those childish games, Y/N. You just lost my entire respect.”

You shrugged, still unaffected by your new roommate’s brutal comments, “The school’s offering an occasion to legally try to drown other students, I’d be stupid to not have fun in that.”

“Fair enough,” she observed sharply. “You’ve regained my respect.”

That made you chuckle. Even if the apparent infatuation of Xavier for Wednesday pained you, you genuinely enjoy your new roommate’s company. She was weird, but again, everyone kind of was at Nevermore.

“What are you and Xavier to each other?” asked Wednesday suddenly.

The unexpected change of subject made you choke slightly. You had definitely not seen that one coming.

“Excuse me?” you said perplexed.

“I asked about the nature of the relationship between you and Xavier Thorpe,” deadpanned Wednesday.

God, why was her question making you so uneasy suddenly? You had never minded to bring the subject up, after all rumors at Nevermore were frequent and you were indeed close with him. But after what had happened - or almost happened - last time in his room, you weren’t so sure of what to say. Licking your lips nervously, unsure of how to present things, you turned to your other roommate silently pleading for help. But Enid only giggled excitedly.

“They’re best-friends to lovers' material,” she said with an amused smile.

“I don’t understand a single word you had just said,” sneered back Wednesday.

“We grew up together,” you finally said to interrupt Enid from spilling all of her theories about the two of you. “We’re close friends that’s all.”

The blonde werewolf gave you a wicked smile, “Suuuure you are.”

Rolling your eyes, you refocused on Wednesday, “Why are you asking?”

She only narrowed her eyes at you, “Gathering intel on potential suspects, that’s all.”

That brought a nervous laugh out of you, “Excuse me, what?”

“Nothing for you to worry about,” she snapped back, “if I ever need information about him I know who I’ll need to bribe,” she finished before turning and walking away.

You stood here dumbfounded for a moment, before coming after her.

“Hey!” you called her as you caught up with her until you were now facing her. “I don’t know what you’re suspecting of, but Xavier’s innocent, alright? And I won’t tell you anything if you’re trying to drag dirt on him, okay?”

Wednesday stared at you before answering, “You’d make an acceptable person if you didn’t let your emotions cloud your judgment so pathetically.”

“Thank you for the advice about social skills,” you said dryly, “but also, none of your damn business.”

She only shrugged and stepped away. “He’ll come to me anyway, considering he’s acting like a sad puppy for some reason.”

As she walked away, her words rang in your head. The harsh squeeze on your lungs it suddenly triggered was proof enough that she was unfortunately right.

The day of the Poe cup came around faster than you expected. Still, you were glad for the occasion to drift your mind away from the plaguing thought of your concerning condition. Enid and Wednesday were still unaware of it; when the coughs had started to shake you awake at night, your silencing spell had come handy. Now you cast it almost every night to prevent your roommates from hearing your gruesome choking.

“Aww we match!” clapped Enid as you and Wednesday joined the rest of the team in your cat costumes.

“Don’t get used to it,” groaned the Addams.

“So, are we ready?” asked the werewolf, “Everyone knows what they have to do?” At the collective nod, she cheered again and all the team members took place in the canoe.

“I thought you’d be co-captain, Y/N” observed Wednesday while grabbing her paddle.

“I’m much more useful at the back, trust me,” you said with a grin, “witch powers.”

That almost brought the tiniest smile to her face. At least Wednesday seemed to enjoy the competitive aspect of the race. Glancing to your right to the Joker's canoe, you caught a glimpse of Xavier at the front of the boat. You looked at his face painted in creepy clown makeup, and for a brief moment, you thought that he was actually pretty attractive like that. Shaking your head to chase the intrusive thought you mentally scowled yourself. Now was not the time! Despite that you glanced at him once again; only to feel your heart squeeze a little more at the sight of him looking to Wednesday. His words a few days prior rang in your head. You’re still my girl, you know that, right? Yes, you knew. But even if you were his girl, his oldest friend, it wasn’t you he was currently staring at like you were the only person in the world. You couldn’t hold back the cough that pushed itself out of your throat violently this time. The intensity of your coughing fit was new, shaking you so hard you ended up bent in half with your hand clutched on your mouth, trying to tune down your stifling noises.

“Y/N, you okay back there?” called Enid from her seat.

The wet sensation on your hand made you wince. “I’m fine,” you wheezed, “ ‘s nothing”

As soon as the coughs calmed down, you threw whatever you had regurgitated on the canoe floor before anyone could notice. Lifting your head up to recompose yourself, you caught sight of the face of your best friend, concerned in his eyes.

‘You alright?’ you saw Xavier mouth.

The only thing you could do was to nod before the sound of a blown horn indicated the start of the race. Without wasting a single minute, every team started to row like their life depended on it. Your eyes briefly flickered to your feet; between them laid three whole white lilies tainted with blood. You gulped. Now was really not the time.

After an eventful crossing of the lake, where you had your head almost chopped off by the Joker’s ax, your team finally managed to reach the island. While Wednesday ran to find the flag, you stayed to ensure nobody tried to sabotage your canoe – as Enid did to the Joker’s.

As you saw the two other teams coming back with their flags and sail again you started to worry about Wednesday. Has something happened to her? Before you and Enid started to talk about who should check on her, she appeared again, flag in hand.

“I got it, let’s go!”

All of your team jumped in your canoe in a hurry, and left the island in the blink of an eye.

“We’re far behind everyone else!” shouted one of your teammates. “We’re not gonna make it!”

“Y/N!” shouted Enid, “Think you can give us a little push?”

Immediately dropping your paddle inside the boat, you inhaled deeply, “I can! Brace yourselves ladies, hold tight!”

Trying to slow down your breathing you concentrated hard, reaching down to your powers and started to mutter the words of incantation. The water at the back of the boat suddenly started to shiver, and the next thing your team knew, the canoe was propelled onward by a hard push. They all gripped the edges of the boat to steady themselves as you gained speed, rapidly gaining a foothold your opponents.

“That’s amazing!” screamed Enid over her shoulder, “How long do you think can hold this?”

Deep into concentration you tried to not break the spell, “Long enough for us to reach the shore if everything goes smoothly!”

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a move in the water. One of the sirens.

“Wednesday!” you called her, “Eight o’clock!”

She whipped her head, immediately identifying the threat and nodded sharply. Thing crawled out from under her seat, and dove into the water. Oh, you loved that hand.

The outline of the shores were noticeable by now, so you reached deeper into your powers to try to give your boat a little more speed. The canoe accelerated again, going past Bianca’s team's flowing boat, but as you thought you could make a home run of this crossing, a violent cough startled you. The sudden stop in the push of your power shook the boat, your other team mates screaming in surprise while you tried the hardest to breathe.

“What’s going on?!” asked Enid.

Failing to swallow your coughs you could only hope for this fit to be a brief one, “Don’t cough stop,” you wheezed from your seat, “start cough cough paddling, we’re almost there!”

They all grabbed their paddles and started to paddle like their lives depended on it. You tried to keep up their paces, but the unforgiving coughs were weakening you too much. For a moment, you wondered if you weren’t going to pass out in the canoe. But then, as you approached the shore the euphoria of close victory on the boat gained you, and with a rush of adrenaline, you jumped out of the boat with your teammates, rushing to the finish line.

Cheers echoed everywhere around you, congratulating the Ophelia team. Even the feeling of petals scratching in your throat couldn’t ruin your joy for once. You knew swallowing it down was coming to bite you later, and that you were going to spend the evening throwing up petals and blood, but for now you wanted to feel normal.

Below on the shore, as the other teams reached the land Xavier’s eyes landed on a white and red spot on the ground of the black cat’s canoe. He frowned at the bloodied flowers, especially when he realized they were where you had sat. How did the flowers end up here?

Whipping his head in the direction of the joyful cheers, his eyes landed on you, your broad smile as Enid’s arms were thrown over your shoulders. It had been a long time since he hadn’t seen you smile like that.

But the way you turned away your face and covered your mouth with your hand to cough, just for a few seconds, didn’t escape him. Nor the slight smudge of blood dripping on the corner of your mouth just before you wiped it.

His eyes flickered to the blood-coated flowers in the boat, then back to you and a cold feeling suddenly sank inside of him.

Something felt off. Xavier didn’t know why yet, but something about you was very, very wrong.

[Part.3]

A/N: this was supposed to be a two-part one shot. Well, guess I'm writing a whole fic now Y'all are CRAZY about sad artistic blorbo Xavier and I love you for that sjgkgurgirge thank you for all the kind comments on the previous part QwQ♥

Hope you’re all doing okay, take care of you ♥

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golden-barnes · 4 years ago

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Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring?

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything.

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment.

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side.

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them.

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you.

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics.

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing.

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around.

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass.

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this.

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres.

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues.

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table.

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it.

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door.

“Get in, doll.” He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him.

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction.

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck.

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck.

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side.

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.” Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink.

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader smut #winter soldier x reader

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l00ney-m00ny · 2 years ago

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Its been a while and i feel like i need to expand. (Even though nobody cares)

So it was during Woodwork. Now, there are plenty of seats in the woodwork classroom but none of them ever get used because the teacher has this stupid “you cant work sitting down” policy which sucks because my blood pressure drops and i have a doctors note explaining of that and everything else. Anyways, the teacher can sit down because he is only doing paperwork and assessing our ability. He was helping someone with a machine so i grabbed one of the many chairs and sat down to do a little sanding on my thing.

Anyway, so he turns around and after 5 minutes he asks me why I’m sitting down. “Im a bit lightheaded, and im only doing a little hit of sanding.” I say.

He scoffed at me “sound like your lazy to me.”

I was having none of this so i asked him why there were even seats in the classroom if we weren’t allowed to use them. “For in case I get tired.” He said.

Now, because I have absolutely 0 filter as we see with the penis incident and pretty much everything in my life, I turned around and said: “well, doesn’t that make you lazy?”

The silence was horrific. People stood and stared at me, one kid clapped, i was a hero to my fellow classmates, each inching closer to the nearest chair after being forced to stand up for almost 2 hrs without break. He threatened to gove me a failing grade. I smiled and told him i don’t care if I fail Woodwork.

He didn’t fail me btw, i think he forgot about his promise.

Everyone is remembering the bad times in school whereas I am thinking of the time I called a teacher lazy because he wouldn't let me sit down.

#memes #aesthetic #meme #lol #school stories #school #pyro speaks

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eclipixels · 3 years ago

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Finding out and telling Kaneki you're preggo

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"You're leaving right now?" I yawned, still shaking off the dryness of the morning.

"Yup. See you in a bit." He responded tying the last knot on his shoe laces then lifting his head up to look at me. Oh those doe innocent precious eyes. Sigh

"Have fun learning about old dead people and words." I stretched my arms out towards him.

"I will and you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're gonna stick flashlights up your nose, ears and mouth." He smiled sheepishly leaning into my arms.

I felt the area around me sink as he rested his palms beside me, putting full support into them. A long kiss was shared between us ending with a soft and cute audible, "mwuah" from Kaneki.

And with a sweet kiss my lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of our shared home and far-away from me.. but he'd return at like 4:00 PM or something.

I yawned once more, annoyed at the fact that yawning hurt my jaw and that I couldn't control it. After sitting there for a bit, I finally got up and got dressed. Soon after finishing my morning routine, I headed out to the doctors.

It was a regular check up with the whole sticking flashlights down your throat and nose along with the blood pressure machine thing. The last thing I had to do was pee in a cup.

I went in the bathroom, did my business and gave them back the pp cup. I waited inside my room for the doctor to return. I was about to text Kaneki checking up on him since he usually takes a break during this time but stopped as soon as the doctor came in. Finally.

"Well all your results seem great, there seems to be no problems. Vitals are all good, no sign of any health risks. Looks like you're healthy," He said nothing more or less than I expected. I was waiting for him to wrap it up so I could get home.

"Also, your labs came back and congratulations, you're 2 weeks pregnant Ms. L/n!" He finished.

Excuse me I'm what? 😃

"I'm pregnant?" I repeated.

"Yup, shows here you're exactly 2 weeks pregnant! Would you like us to help schedule you an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and pregnancy check ups?" The doctor asked politely.

"Uh no thank you, I'll do it when I get home." I spoke feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to make your next appointment in y months." The doctor said and with that I made my way back home.

Fuck it's almost 4, Kaneki would be home any minute now. God, what do I do? Should I tell him yet or should I wait? Holy pickle salad, what if he doesn't want the baby? What will I do then?

"Y/N!! I'M HOME!!" Kaneki yelled with glee as he took off his shoes and quickly held me in a tight hug like a little child.

"How was your day?" I giggled in his arms.

"Same old routine oh and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would've brought some for you but I want to take you there myself so you could have it while It's still warm." He smiled, guiding me into our room so he could tell me more about his day.

Immediately he started changing into something more comfortable, a black t-shirt and dark grey shorts. He then sighed as he laid down on the matress, feeling his hand link with mine.

Just then, I suddenly felt really hungry. No, this isn't a pregnancy craving, I'm just a hungry bitch.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked noticing my troubled faced.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry." I muttered.

"Oh ok, I'll order some pizza then." He smiled, rushing out the door to find his phone. God damn he's so cute.

"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you want a side of garlic cheese bread too?" He stuck his head through the door with the phone held behind him.

"Of course I do!" I said in disbelief.

"Ok" He laughed at my expression before leaving the room. I think that laugh just impregnated me- oh wait, I already am pregnant. Oh, shit, that. I'm still in that dilemma.

"Ok, they'll deliver since I'm tired and don't wanna go out." He said as he sat next to me one again.

"Yay!" I lunged towards him in a hug, careful with my tummy though.

"So anything interesting you did today?" I asked taking a bite of the pizza.

"I don't think so. It was mundane. Nothing much happened except for what I told you" he yawned, drooping his eyes.

"You're tired though." I narrowed my eyes.

"It's probably just from working out." He accidentally slipped, slapping his hand over his mouth.

"Working out?" I smirked.

"S-shut up" He blushed.

"There's nothing to be insecure about. Although I do love your feminine looking ass a lot, I wouldn't mind." I leaned closer to his ear before letting out a mischievous giggle.

"Stooooppp, now I don't even wanna do it anymore." He crossed his arms.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're making me feel embarrassed." He turned his head to the opposite side, attempting to avoid my stare.

"But.. I love your body. No matter the change." I smiled, snaking my hand under his shirt, gliding it over his smooth stomach.

"mm, keep doing that" He sighed leaning back. I then rested my head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his bare abdomen. He did have to run around campus a lot so I understand why he's tired.

"Why do you want to work out though?" I asked, truly puzzled.

"B-because I wanna be able to pick you up and stuff a-and you're always doing the hard work around here.. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing." He held his head in his hands.

"No it's not."

"You stroke my ego too much. It's bad for me." He sighed.

"That's not the only thing I can stroke for you-" I was cut off by Kaneki's hand covering my mouth, muffling my words.

"Don't!" Kaneki said with widened eyes.

I only laughed and bit his palm for him to let go.

"Anyway, how was your day at the doctor's." Kaneki remembered to ask.

"Oh the doctors said I'm fine." I replied calmly.

"That's good" He leaned over to take another pizza slice, holding it above my mouth for me to eat. Kaneki then took a sip of his drink.

"Oh yeah and I'm pregnant too by the way— if that matters though." I said, purposely using a nonchalant tone as I took another bite of the pizza.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Ken shrieked as pepsi blew out his nose.

#kaneki ken x reader #kaneki ken #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul #kaneki x reader #kaneki #anime x y/n

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years ago

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unwanted feelings

james potter x reader

description - You'd had a crush on James Potter for years and when he kisses Lily Evans in front of you, you are heart broken. Later you find that he didn't actually feel as you expected and he explains himself.

warnings - some angst, unsure reader, fem pronouns, self doubt, negative self talk, not eating for a day cause reader is avoiding someone

word count - 2800

A/N - so this one isn't my best work by far but i wrote it so looks like its getting posted. i don't know why all of my reader inserts lately are so fem and sort of bubbly, i guess it's sort of what i'm aiming for for myself right now but i'm sorry if it maybe isn't coming off as relatable.

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Your throat tightened in anxiety as you watched James zoom around the pitch. He was reckless when he was playing quidditch and it was one of the things that made him great at the game and an excellent captain. It was also the thing that nearly gave you a heart attack every time you watched him play. You went to every one of his games and you always wore something of his with his colors when you were in the stands. You were stood up on your seat and a slightly bored looking Remus sat to your right, reading from a book you didn't recognize. You'd thought that Sirius playing would be enough to keep him interested but sports was just not something he enjoyed watching. You were usually that way as well but whenever James was playing, suddenly you were the most intent spectator in the stands.

You were more worried than you should have been. More worried than what was appropriate for a friend to be. That's what you were, friends. That had been reinforced many times by the shaggy haired boy and you tried desperately to get it through your head before you embarrassed yourself one of these days. Sometimes though, you just couldn't help it.

Really you might have thought he reciprocated if you didn't know any better. You often got comments on what an attractive couple you guys were but each time it was quickly corrected by James. Normally along the lines of 'Oh god no, we are just friends. Purely platonic' , sometimes followed by a shudder or a gag even. It upset you every time to no end but you played along. You rarely, if ever, contributed to the shooting down of any feelings but that was never noticed by the man you had feelings for.

You'd had a crush on him since you were probably in your second year and now you were coming to the middle of your seventh. There were a million times that you almost said something but every time there was a reminder that you were not the one he had eyes for. It usually took the shape of disgust at the thought of dating you or commentary as he pined over the Evans girl who you felt you could never compete with. How could you when she was just perfect. You saw her to the left of you as she stood in the stands as well and your hands shook with insecurity before looking back toward the game. Your heart raced nearly as quickly as James did around the pitch and you prayed that the snitch would be caught soon so that you could get rid of the stress surrounding you. You felt a hand on your right shoulder and you looked over to find Remus had stood and was looking at you caringly.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He asked softly and you tried your very best to soften your gaze and calm your stance so you appeared less concerned with someone that you shouldn't have that much interest in in the first place.

"Of course I am. When am I not?" You smiled before looking out at the pitch.

"When youre watching the guy you're in love with play a dangerous game that you don't like." He stated simply in response to the question you meant to be rhetorical and your eyes widened.

"I don't know what youre talking about." You nearly whispered and Remus smiled.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone Y/N but its not exactly subtle. It probably doesn't help that I know the look on your face because it's how I feel too watching Sirius play." He was still smirking but your anxiety was far from eased.

"Oh god, does he know?" You asked scaredly, terrified that the answer would be yes and you would have to stop spending time with him.

"Shockingly, no." You sighed out in relief but Remus continued. "You should tell him though or else he might end up moving on."

"What do you mean? There's nothing for him to move on from. Everyone knows he's in love with Evans and he has made it pretty clear that he is opposed to being anything more than a friendly relationship with me." You choked out, struggling with the words leaving your lips but knowing them to be true.

"I mean he has a minor crush on Evans but it's nothing compared to the annoyingly huge crush he has on you. He's probably just overcompensating for the fact that he's insecure and doesn't want you to reject him."

"Why are you telling me this?" You asked sincerely. You were friends with Remus as you were with the rest of the marauders but it was nothing compared to the friendship they held within their group. You knew Remus was more loyal to James than to you so you couldn't understand why, if it was true, Remus would be telling you at all.

"Because he is trying desperately to move on seeing as he is under the impression that you aren't into him and I'd hate to see him throw something away that could be really good for him." Remus smiled gently and you looked at him gratefully.

"I really appreciate you telling me and all but I just don't think I can believe you. I can't even count how many times he has made a big show of not liking me. I love him too much to ruin what we have and I know that if I confessed and it went bad that I would lose him all together. I would rather have him in my life in a way that hurts than not have him in it at all." You stated sadly and Remus sighed but nodded in understanding.

"I get it but just know that I'm being honest and pretty soon he is going to give up on it. I just want to see you both happy but if its too big of a leap, I understand. That's exactly the excuse he tells the rest of us too."

Suddenly cheers erupted from the stands, cutting your conversation with Remus off as everyone ran to rush the pitch. The snitch had been caught and gryffindor won. You were excited for James but you were also a little terrified to walk onto the pitch to see him with the now conflicted thoughts running through your head. Your thoughts were stopped by the image in front of you which was causing the whole crowd to cheer. James had pulled Lily Evans into a kiss in his excitement and your heart stopped. You felt nausea rise in your throat and Remus caught your eye with a sympathetic look. You didn't look at him for longer than a second and you ran off the pitch with tears streaming down your face. You found your way up to your dorm, pushing yourself to get there quickly before the common room filled with students celebrating their victory. James was always one to love attention so he would be getting crazy after the game which he did just about every time they won.

When you made it to your bed, you hurried under the covers, throwing the shirt you were wearing which belonged to James onto the floor. You felt your heart clench at the despair you felt. You wanted to be upset at Remus for getting your hopes up but you knew he was sincere in his want to help. Still you felt that you would probably not be able to face James in the weeks to come. Maybe, given a little time, you could be around him and not be upset at the world for taking away your chance with him. As you laid in your bed, you stared at the ceiling. You felt tears streaming down your face and you grew angry at yourself. He didn't owe you anything, he wasn't into you. That wasn't his fault and it was so unfair of you to expect anything more from him when your feelings were not his responsibility.

You weren't sure how long you laid there but you could hear the party start and end in the common room. It must have been late. Sleep wouldnt come though, you could just feel your heart continue to break and you were stuck in a loop of self pity. You made the decision that the following days would be spent away from James if you could at all help it. That was probably what he wanted anyway and it was the only way that you would get over the pain you were feeling. At some point your roomates entered your dorm and sleep overtook you for a few restless hours.

When you woke up, the sun was barely on the rise. You hurried up and got dressed and ready. You were planning on getting to breakfast early to avoid running into any of the marauders. You found your plans were not going how you wanted when you entered the great hall to find a head of red hair next to a mop of black. Your throat tightened and you quickly moved to turn and head out of the great hall. You heard a familiar voice call your name but you rushed out before you could give it too much thought. You knew that if you let him try to convince you, you would end up having a very upsetting breakfast with your best friend and his new lover. You would rather avoid breakfast.

Throughout the day, avoiding James was proving to be harder than you had thought it would be. You had many of your classes with him and you even sat next to him in a few. He was insistently trying to get you to open up about why you were suddenly so closed off to him but you remained shut off, reassuring him that nothing was wrong and you were just a little tired from the game the day before. You avoided lunch for the same reason as you had avoided breakfast and you felt yourself starting to get a bit lightheaded. Your afternoon was spent avoiding James but soon he was preoccupied with Lily anyway.

You were hid in a corner of the library when a cough alerted you of someone's presence. You looked up to find the very eyes you hadn't wanted to see.

You pushed it down with a gulp and smiled a bit at him, trying desperately to keep the tears at bay but they were growing harder to hold back after keeping everything pent up all day. It probably didn't help that you were hungry and therefor a bit more emotional. You could feel the tears sitting in your eyes, waiting for something to go wrong so they had an excuse to escape you.

"I don't know what I did wrong." He mumbled while looking at the floor in front of you and you took a deep breath.

"There's nothing wrong James, I promise. It's just been a long day." You smiled and your heart picked up speed.

"Since when did we lie to each other?" He questioned and your heart stopped. You were left unsure how to respond.

"Since the truth would cause more damage than good." You spoke honestly. At this he looked up at you and your eyes met. A tear left you and James immediately moved to comfort you but you tried to move away, standing quickly to evade him. You regretted it as spots filled your vision, the lack of food catching up to you. You know that you turned a bit green for a moment because James looked slightly scared.

"Y/N I dont know whats wrong but you look like you should be getting to the hospital wing. You don't look well."

Before you could answer you felt your vision blacken and your legs give out before your consciousness left you completely.

When you woke up, you knew you were in the hospital wing. It smelled sterile and the bed was stiff underneath you. When you started to wake madam pomfrey came to check on you.

"You can't go around with an empty stomach like that again, do you hear me?" She scolded, though her eyes were soft. You nodded solemnly. "I was alerted that you hadn't been to the great hall to eat all day, you have to know that isn't good for you. I'm gonna have a prefect watch out for you the next couple days to make sure you're eating at meal times. Understood?" She asked again and once more you nodded before leaning back and sighing. You looked at your surroundings and were surprised to see the black haired boy next to your bed fast asleep. Your heart took off again and you felt trapped by your environment. As anxiety swirled around in your chest, James had woken up a bit.

"You're awake." James sighed, laced with relief. You still wouldn't make eye contact with him. You felt the bed dip as he sat on it and you looked up to watch him put his head in his hands as he leaned over. You felt guilt fill your chest more than it already had from hating that you felt any claim over the man in front of you. You knew you were in the wrong and the last thing you wanted was to cause him any pain. "Remus talked to me." He almost whispered.

At that moment, you wished you could have apparated to anywhere else in the world. You looked back down at your lap and tears were once again brought to your eyes. You felt betrayal that Remus would reveal your feelings to James.

"I'm sorry." You apologized and you fiddled with your fingers.

"Why are you the one apologizing, I'm the one whos behaved poorly." He assures and you shake your head.

"That's not fair to yourself. You're allowed to want to be with whomever you want and my feelings should have no effect on that. You've made it clear for years that you weren't interested in me and it is my fault that I couldn't take a hint. I'm so sorry." You gushed out and tears started to fall from your eyes. You felt James get up from your bed and you prepared him to leave but instead you felt arms wrap around you and a kiss came to your head.

"Y/N I have had feelings for you for years. I was just always too scared for myself to even consider that you might feel the same." He whispered out but you felt only a different kind of pain. Even though he had now admitted his feelings, he was still dating Lily. Not you. Almost as if he could hear your thoughts he spoke quietly. "I broke it off with Evans." You pulled away immediately.

"What? Why would you do that?" You asked quickly and before he had a chance to answer you feared the worst. "Oh god is it because of me? James please dont let my feelings have any bearing on who you want to date, I can't stand the thought of being the reason you broke up. Even if we do have feelings for each other, you deserve a chance with Lily if that's what you want."

"It was mutual, actually. She understood that I had feelings for you and she said she had a crush on someone else. It just seemed like I had kissed her a bit rashly on the quidditch pitch and we agreed that we shouldn't have gotten together in the first place. It was only a day anyway." He reassured as he explained himself and you calmed a bit.

"So what does this mean." You got out, almost inaudibly.

"It means that, if you'll have me, I'd like to take you out on a date." He stated as if it were the simplest thing in the world and you almost couldn't believe your ears. Before you were even thinking you were nodding quickly, causing spots to once again fill your vision and James grabbed your shoulders to stabilize you before you both laughed. He pulled you by your shoulders toward him and he caught your lips in a kiss that somehow expressed all of the years of repressed feelings. When he pulled away he smiled at you and sat back on your bed. He spent the rest of the day with you in the hospital wing talking about all of the places he was going to take you in the coming weeks.

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