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merrybloomwrites · 8 days ago

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Good Girl

Summary: You love how sweet and kind and soft your boyfriend his. But every now and then, you love to bring out his rough side, which always leaves you more than satisfied.

Word Count: 1.7K

Content Warning: cockwarming, p-in-v sex, daddy kink, spanking (just 1 tho)

AN: I was going to do a Louis smut and a Niall comfort fic and then said, nah, I gotta switch that. So enjoy this pure Niall smut!

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Waking up in your plush king bed, you stretch before rolling over to cuddle up to your boyfriend.

So you’re most upset when you find that Niall is not there.

Last night had been perfect. He’d gotten home early, the two of you cooked a delicious meal together before falling into bed for a night of slow and gentle lovemaking.

So it’s no surprise that you wake up wanting more. Maybe a little something less slow and gentle. Like being pounded into the bed. That sounds like a wonderful time. You’d love some passionate and rough sex right about now.

The only thing missing? Your boyfriend.

Huffing out a breath you throw the sheets aside and stand up. You’re just in one of Niall’s large t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, but you don’t change before going downstairs. Maybe appearing like this will help you get what you want.

But Niall isn’t in the kitchen, or the living room, or anywhere on the first or second floors. Which leaves the basement. More specifically, the studio/office that’s down there.

And that, well that could throw a wrench in your plans. Because if Niall is in work mode, you don’t have much of a chance breaking him out of it. But you don’t let that deter you.

Heading back to the kitchen you start to make a plan. You grab some breakfast then go to the bathroom to freshen up before finally heading down to the basement.

Peaking your head into the office, you’re not surprised to see Niall at the desk. He seems to be answering emails, which works in your favor. If he’d been working on new music you’d probably be out of luck. He just gets too focused, and truthfully, the guitar would be quite in the way.

But sitting at the desk writing replies? That you can work with.

“Good morning,” you say as you enter, letting Niall know you’re there.

Immediately he turns, a large smile on his face as he says, “Morning, baby. Sleep okay?”

“I did. Could’ve woken up better, though.” You pout, giving Niall your best puppy eyes to really catch his attention.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” he asks, now sporting a pout of his own.

“I woke up and you weren't there.”

His joking pout now turns into a gentle smile as he reaches out to you. “C’mere,” he says and pulls you to sit in his lap sideways. His arms wrap around your waist and you rest your head on his shoulder, your face tucked into his neck.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I ignored these emails last night to get home to you but I can’t put them off any longer. I promise to come cuddle you as soon as I’m done,” he explains.

When you don’t reply right away Niall grows worried, unsure what’s going on in your mind. After some silence you finally say, “What if I didn’t want to cuddle?”

“Oh? Then what did you have in mind?”

Without hesitating you press a kiss to his neck and roll your hips down.

“Oh!” He says, now picking up on what you want. “Naughty girl, coming in here to distract me.”

“What are you gonna do about it? Punish me?” You lean back as you say this, your eyes meeting his, your eyebrows raised, challenging him.

“Yea, maybe I will. Bad girls deserve a punishment. But what should I do with you?” He pretends to think about it, already knowing what he wants. But he likes making you squirm, just a bit.

“You’ve caused me a bit of a problem,” he finally says. You look at him confused but then his hands go to your waist and he presses you down. You gasp as you feel his hard length press against your bum. “This will be quite distracting. I’d like you to keep me warm while I finish my work. How does that sound?”

A wave of desire rolls through you at that. He knows how much you love cockwarming, but it’s rare that the two of you do it. Normally once he’s inside of you, neither of you can hold back. But this is the perfect opportunity.

“That sounds like exactly what I need to learn my lesson,” you manage to reply.

“Good. Get me out and take off those pants,” he says. You stand up and remove the boxers you’re wearing and then your hands go to his waistband. You look at him for a second, waiting for a nod before lowering his sweats and underwear just enough for his cock to spring out. Just the sight of his dick, the perfect length and girth, has you dripping.

“Go on. Keep me warm,” he commands, and you move to straddle his lap. His hands stay on the armrests as you line yourself up and slowly sink down. His expression remains stoic, not giving away if he’s enjoying this at all. It drives you crazy, this uninterested act. It’s so unlike Niall, the man who normally praises you at all times. But it’s so perfect for this moment.

The shuddering breath he lets out once you’re completely seated on him is the only give away that he’s affected at all. He slides his chair forward and reaches around you to get back to his work. The only sound in the room is the tapping of keys.

You do your best to stay still, but the longer he works, the harder it is. You fidget, then clench around him, causing him to groan. He then lands a smack to your asscheek and says, “Be good and don’t move.”

Not wanting another reprimand you put all your focus on listening to him. But it’s so hard! He just feels so wonderful, filling you up so perfectly.

After what feels like forever, he stops typing and pushes the chair back from the desk.

“Look at me,” he says, and you move from where you’ve been hiding against his neck in order to meet his eyes once more. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Yes, daddy,” you reply. Niall takes a deep breath, that name affecting him deeply. It’s not one you use much, but he knows what it means. It means you want him to take charge, to take what he wants. You just want to give yourself to him.

“Hold on tight,” he says and you wrap your arms and legs around him. He places his hands under your bare bottom and, in an impressive show of strength, stands up with you still attached to him. He walks a few steps to the couch and lays you both down.

“Ready for a reward?” he asks, his blue eyes shining with excitement.

“I’m ready,” you reply. He quickly leans down, attaching his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. When he pulls back his eyes are soft, and he says, “If it’s too much just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you say. After this moment of softness, you watch his switch back to the rough persona he’s using right now. And it has another wave of arousal run through you. Niall's eyes close in pleasure, and you know he’s just felt a gush of wetness escape around his cock. That’s all he needs to start moving, setting a brutal pace from the first thrust.

He pounds in and out of you, hitting just the right spot and sending shocks through your body. Your mouth goes slack, your mind unable to form any words as pleasure continues to grow.

You’re both getting close, and Niall moves a hand to rub circles on your clit. He knows when you’re just about to come, and he leans down to say, “Be a good girl and come for me. Come for daddy.”

That’s all it takes to send you over the edge. You shout and arch your back, your toes curling as intense pleasure overtakes you.

“What a good girl, that’s it, ride it out, baby,” Niall says as she continues his thrusts inside you. It’s just when you start to come down that Niall picks up his pace even more, chasing his own high. The rough thrusts send you into a second orgasm before you’ve even recovered from the first, and this time, Niall is coming with you.

He bits down gently on your shoulder as he releases inside of you, his hips finally slowing. The two of you lay there a moment, breathing in each other's air as you try to catch your breath.

“I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Niall asks, back to his sweet personality.

“Okay,” you reply quietly. You hiss as he pulls out, extra sensitive after everything that just happened.

“I know, baby, it hurts a bit, doesn’t it? I’m sorry lovie,” he says, and somehow just those words help ease the pain.

You finally come back to reality and look at the state of the two of you. Niall is still basically dressed and he tucks his now soft cock back into his sweats. He helps you pull down the shirt you’re wearing so that you’re covered as well, knowing how shy you get after.

“You alright?” he asks.

You give him a dazed smile and say, “So good. That was exactly what I needed. Did you like it?”

“Like it? Honey, I loved it. Absolutely amazing, you are.” You giggle and he leans in for a sweet kiss.

“C’mon. Let’s get cleaned up and then we can watch a movie together. It’s time for those cuddles I mentioned.”

Niall helps you stand and walk upstairs. He dotes on you, carefully helping you clean up in the shower and then keeps his promise of cuddles. You’re back in his arms, now resting together on a different couch while one of your favorite movies plays.

“I love you,” you say, needing him to know what you’re thinking right now.

“I love you too,” he replies.He holds you tighter and presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you melt into the embrace. You truly love him, love every side of him, especially the sides that are reserved only for you. His girlfriend, his love, his good girl.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I have a request for virgin reader & fratboy Niall so I am working on that but if you have any Niall requests feel free to reach out!

#niall horan x reader #one direction x reader #one direction fanfiction

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maxsimagination · 10 months ago

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𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝗺 - 𝗸.𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆

summary: harper plays match-maker & inadvertently manages to get her mum to go ask a girl out.

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"𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗔𝗧, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 seen harps?"

i knocked on katrina's hotel room door, but there was no response so i walked in. i was going to take harper down with me so katrina could get ready, but immediately stopped in my tracks when a saw the scene before me. harper was on the bed, katrina curled around her, both sound asleep.

my heart melted seeing my two favourite people together like that. as much as i wanted to let kat sleep longer, i knew i had to wake her up. coach wanted us down in a half hour for a team meeting about the game.

"kat, you gotta wake up now." i sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her arm, shaking her a bit. she came to after a few moments of me shaking her lightly. kat's groggy face turned to look at who was tearing her from her sleep. "hey sleeping beauty." i grinned down at her. "mm, i jus' need five more minutes."

"we have that meeting soon, you gotta get up, min." everyone in the team called her mini, or min, because of her short stature, but i was an exception. i called her kat, only on occasion did i switch it for mini.

"fuuuuckk." she drawled out. eventually she sat up slowly and got up. the small child next to her had shuffled around and woke up at the slight commotion near her. "hey harps." i ruffled her her a bit and she giggled at me. i picked her up and smoothed down her clothes before katrina walked out of the bathroom, her hair fixed and looking slightly less tired.

"let's head down, yea?"

i only received a light mumble in response, kat's way of agreeing. we knew each other in and out by now, we'd been best friends for years. probably from the first time we met years ago at her then club, brisbane roar, and soon after mine.

i had signed a deal with the club, contracted for 5 years. katrina had already been there for a year or two when i joined, but her contract ran out two years before mine did. she moved from there that year, signing with some other club over in england, leaving me behind.

unbeknownst to me, she did a stint with the club in england but then moved to a sweden club which i would later sign with. it was a big offer from them and a big sign for me, having to move from australia to sweden and play for vittsjö gik. but i quickly decided it was the best decision i'd made in my life when i saw katrina on the training field at my first session. we were inseparable and attached at the hip again, we went everywhere together.

i had, very, quickly caught some sort of feelings towards the older woman when we first met and didn't know how to feel about that fact, choosing to ignore the butterflies that made chaos of my abdomen when i saw her.

i never knew if she had felt the same, and didn't want to ruin what bond we had together so i never said a word. now here we are, at national camp together, about 10 years later. it was a messy situation, especially on my end, but i made the most of it, loving every moment i got to spend with katrina, and her little harper.

"thank you for looking after harps, yn." she brought me out of my little daydream with her gratitude. "it's all good, kat. i love the kid as much as anyone." harper wriggled around in my arms at my words.

we had made it to the meeting room then, and joined the rest of the team to take a seat.

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it felt like a whole year had gone by after we left that room. my butt had gone numb from how long i was in that seat for. harper was in my arms again as me and kat walked out and towards the cafeteria. i honestly thought i could eat a horse, my last meal was at breakfast, almost 5 hours ago. i grabbed what i could fit onto my plate and raced over to a table and placed everything on the surface. katrina handed harper off to me while she went to get her's and harps lunch.

we sat in comfortable silence eating our food, me more so devouring. i finished everything on my plate and was finally full. both kat and harper were still eating, and both were laughing at me and my content sighs after eating for two people. "shut up, i was starving." i send a joking look to kat and she laughs some more at me.

"mama. water, please." harper's voice catches us both off guard, and we both just stare at her as she looks at me and makes grabby hands for my water bottle.

"did she..?" i trail off in a silent question to katrina. "yea.. she did." i went white as a sheet, body frozen. i finally found it in me and passed harper my water bottle. the kid latches onto it and drinks some. i was still shocked and hadn't uttered any words other than confirming what we'd both seen with kat.

my brain seemed to malfunction as my mind told me i needed to leave. i grabbed my plate, making some sort of excuse to get out of the room.

i bolted, heading for my own room this time. i flopped down on my bed, mind racing a million miles and hour. harper called me mama! i was elated but also worried at the same time. what if kat didn't want her kid to think of me as her second mum? my nerves and anxiety were called to the forefront and i kept asking myself questions without answers.

it felt like two seconds but there was a knock on my door, and suddenly it opened. i shot upright, and seeing it was kat, flopped back down.

i couldn't even look her in the face as she walked over. "yn. are you okay?" "umm, yes?" it came out more as a question rather than a statement. "you're not. you were white as a ghost before." a split second of reckless thought sent me over the edge and i blurted. "harper called me mama." i didn't know what i was doing, i just needed to air that statement.

"yea, about that. i'm sorry, i didn't know she saw it like that." "you're.. sorry?" i was confused. did she not want me to be a mum to harper? "yea, i didn't think you wanted things to be like that."

surely she's joking. "kat.." i sat up and took a deep breath.

"katrina, i would love to be a mum to harper. i never told you any of this, and it's been at least 4 years of me bottling up my feelings. i have liked you so much, for the longest time. i have wanted nothing more to hug you as more than friends for the longest time. but i never said anything because i didn't want to ruin our friendship. you're like my best friend. but i want us to be more."

shit. i just ruined it didn't i? i looked up at katrina tentatively, scared to see her expression.

surprisingly, it wasn't one of hate. she almost looked.. relieved? "oh thank god." that was a new one. she sat down next to me so we were eye level again.

"i am so glad you said something, i would have gone another few years without saying anything. i like you so much more than friends, yn. i can't even begin to explain how thankful i am to have you in my life, to help me with harper, or to just be with me when i need a shoulder to cry on."

what she says catches me off guard, i fully expected her to shun me and tell me she wasn't interested.

"wait.. really?" she nods with a smile. "yes really. you mean so much to me-" i cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. she freezes up but just as quickly, kisses me back. her lips are soft, sweet, they taste like caramel. i had my hands on either side of her face. she moves hers down to wrap around my waist. everything around us stops moving as we continue in our own little world. finally we break apart to take a breath.

"katrina-lee gorry, do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

"always, yn yln."

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #katrina gorry #katrina gorry x reader #katrina gorry imagine

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gosmigenergy · 9 months ago

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MY BUNNY VALENTINE

( Benny Miller x F!Reader )

Summary: When Benny says he’s just heading out, you don’t expect him to return with a big surprise.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of food, biting, dry humping, slapping if you squint, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), biting, marking, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 3.3k

It was one of those rare occasions where Benny didn’t wake you up when he woke up. He got up and pulled on his gym gear when his phone pinged from his side of the bed, his eyes flicking to you even though you hadn’t even moved.

The corner of his lips quirked when he read the message and for today, he saw it best to kill two birds with one stone and go to the gym to catch up with his other boys. Coming back with a morning brew, he shook you gently. He should have anticipated your reaction as you groaned, burying yourself further into the duvet.

“Bunny,” his voice was soft as he brushed the hair from your face.

Your brows knotted before your eyes opened to thin slits, lids still heavy.

“Benny?”

You croaked on your enquiry, it was early, far too early.

“I’m heading out to the gym, gonna do a couple of things while I’m out, want anything?”

You yawn, “I’m good, thanks.”

Your eyes fall shut and he watches as your head sinks deeper into the pillow. Leaning forward, he kisses your crown before he steps out of the room, closing the door with his lightest touch.

When you finally came to, his apartment was quiet. Pulling on your t-shirt and the nearest pair of sweatpants, you stagger from the bedroom, rubbing your eyes. You call his name a few times, peeking into his office and gym before accepting the fact he wasn’t home. Checking your phone, the late morning time reflects back at you.

He’s usually back by now… unless he did a longer session?

You’re not one to message to ask where the hell he is but when you rummage around the kitchen, finding nothing satisfactory, you find a reason to get in contact.

‘Lunch?’

You put your phone in your pocket, you feel the weight of it fall further than usual. Looking down, you realise the difference in fabric before your brain finally processed you were wearing his - more caffeine was needed.

As you waited for the water to boil, there was a chirp.

‘Already sorted darlin 😘’

You react with a heart, Benny knew you too well.

On your days off, especially at the boys’ places, you do your best to relax and much to Benny’s annoyance, you’d really gotten into playing on his Switch. You took the controls from him so much, he’d just added your name to his device and watched as you replay everything he’d already done, teasing you just a little for not being as good.

Keys jostled in the lock and you immediately pause the game, jumping from your seat.

His face lit up when he saw you, “Hey, Bunny.”

“Hey, need some help?”

“If you don’t mind taking these,” he hands you a few bags, “there’s one more thing I need to get from the car.”

You peek into the one bag to see what’s for lunch.

“I’ll dish up,” you say, wandering to the kitchen.

There were a few places Benny liked to go to so it was always exciting to see what he picked up. You pull out a glass bottle of fizzy orange and instantly knew he’d been to the truck not far from the gym. The second bottle was lemon and there were two intricately wrapped, somehow still warm burritos. You open up a cupboard, balancing on your tiptoes as you went to get plates, the door slammed behind Benny as he came back in.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You gasp.

Leaning from behind the door, you see him, his face taken over by his white smile whilst the rest of him was hidden behind a giant bunny plush.

“It’s huge!”

“I know,” he was chuckling as your face remained stunned. “You gonna come get it?”

Giggling, you run over to him and he handed it over. The fluffy texture engulfed you and you found yourself snuggling deeper into it’s softness, taking a big breath in to smell it’s crisp clean smell, the faintest hint of his aftershave clinging to the fibres.

“Where did you find this?”

“Just a random secondhand store, it was in the window and I couldn’t resist.”

“I bet you got some looks.”

Oh, he did but the moment he mentioned it was for his girlfriend, people’s expressions changed except the woman at the cleaners. She was not impressed when he turned up, asking if there was any possibility they knew how to clean this bunny. Rolling her eyes, she snatched the bunny from him and said two weeks, handing him a scrap of paper with an amount probably double the price it should be.

He flicked the ears out of the way so he could catch your sparkling eyes.

“It was worth it.”

The temperature rose in your cheeks and you found yourself trying to hide even more behind the stuffed toy.

“Know what you’re gonna call him?”

You were slow to respond.

“Mr Bunny,” you finally said.

He cocked his head to one side, “I was expecting something a little more imaginative.”

“He’s wearing a bowtie, he’s a sophisticated gentleman.��

Benny hums, nodding though he was pandering to you with a smirk on his face. You huff, turning on your heels and heading back to the kitchen.

“Fine,” you glance over your shoulder, “me and Mr Bunny will eat the burritos and you can make yourself something.”

“Hey, I worked hard for that burrito!”

For the rest of the day, you barely moved from the couch, except for freshening up when Benny insisted the pair of you at least walked around the block and you also handed back his sweatpants. After that, you found yourself snuggled up with him one side and the newly appointed Mr Bunny on the other.

Benny was beginning to regret his decision in getting you that giant teddy.

Sure, a little part of him had wanted to one up his brother ever since Will won you a big plush Grogu at the arcade, which you then proceeded to take with you to their parents when you were threatened and ultimately ended up in a bedroom in the main house, separated from the boys in the barn. Will had never mentioned how the other teddy got in the way or maybe it was because you had something new to play with that he was only slightly starting to feel like a third wheel.

He squirmed in his seat for what felt like the twentieth time tonight.

“Is something up, babe?”

In the warm glow of the lampshade, you look up at him doe-eyed.

“No,” he sighed before a long pause. “Maybe.”

You fluttered your lashes at him, lips piercing as one arm tightens around Mr Bunny. He hone in on the oversized teddy, his eyes narrowing.

“You’re jealous of Mr Bunny.”

You lean away from him like you’re scared he’ll take it away.

“Only a little.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re obsessed with him.”

“Aaaw,” you say almost sarcastically, “am I starving you of attention, Benny?”

Except Benny wasn’t listening, he wasn’t even looking, he was fully focused on that goddamn bunny. It was the first time you’d ever seen his gorgeous green eyes go dark and his smile turned into a straight line.

“Give me the bunny,” he growled softly.

“No,” you huff.

You make a show of shuffling yourself to the opposite side of the couch, wrapping your arms around the neck of the teddy, pouting.

What happened next is exactly how you imagined him and Will might have resolved something like this when they were younger. Benny pounced like a lion who had seen his prey and held himself effortlessly above you, boxing you in with his arms and legs.

Squealing, you go to fight back, lifting your legs ready to thrash but he pins his knees to keep your thighs together before sitting inches above the trapped limbs. Wriggling your way out is useless yet it doesn’t stop you trying, your upper body writhing and twisting to try and get the teddy away from him. He watches as your expression scrunches and you moan sweetly as you attempt to escape.

He doesn’t move, he simply bides his time.

It takes you a minute to realise he’s not actually doing anything to you or Mr Bunny.

First you stop, your back firmly against the cushions of the couch then you open your eyes, panting gently to catch your breath. He’s so close your noses almost touch, staring intently as his lips form into a smug smile.

“Give me one good reason why I’m better than Mr Bunny and I may let you go.”

You blink up at him, mouth twitching as you thought of what to say.

“Ok, he’s fluffy and soft and good to snuggle…”

His eyebrows raised, you were losing him.

“But he can’t fuck me like you do.”

His face instantly changed, his beaming smile returning as he leant closer and brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

“How about we show him how it’s done?”

You giggle, loosening your grip on the teddy as his one hand came to rest over it’s face. He pulled it from between you in one motion, leaning back to tuck it into the corner where he once sat, returning his attention back to you.

“He’s not looking at us.”

What you said sounded innocent enough but Benny’s one eyebrow arched.

“How else is he gonna learn?”

Chuckling, he shakes his head and repositions Mr Bunny so the plastic eyes are focused on you.

“Better?”

He looks to you and you nod happily.

Within a second, he engulfs you, his palms pressed against your cheeks as he crashes his lips into yours. He’s feverish, taking the air from your lungs as he forces his tongue into your mouth and roams around. Your muscles begin to loosen and you allow him to take you any way he pleases.

He finally lets you breath, moving his kisses over your chin and down your neck, hands roaming over the swell of your breasts. Your nipples harden even under your t-shirt as his fingers teased the hemline. A moan escapes your lips when he buries himself into the crook of your neck, sucking gently, hiking up the material.

Your hands instinctively chase him as he shuffles back to plant kisses on your stomach, his chin grazing the elastic of your sleep shorts. Sinking your fingers into his dirty blonde locks, he follows your pull, dragging his tongue towards to middle of your tits. He kisses the curve of one before flicking his tongue around your nipple, taking it in his mouth. You fist his hair tighter then let go when he releases it.

He sighs, “I do miss the piercings.”

The piercings lasted a few months until you found them a problem. They were aesthetically pleasing and the boys, Benny and Santiago in particular, did like them but you could never get used to them. And you thought your nipples were sensitive beforehand, now it was a whole new level.

“Still happy to play with them though,” you giggle.

He cups a nipple in his mouth again, humming, the vibrations causing your arousal to pool. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle the moan, feeling him smile knowing exactly what he’d done. Releasing himself with a pop, he straightened his back and slapped your tits playfully before lifting up his legs.

He coiled his arms in between his thighs and guided your legs out and over his, palms moving to your hips to lift you up. Edging forward, he began to fold you in half as you wrapped your legs around his lean frame then his hips grinds against your covered pussy, a honeyed sigh comes from deep.

“Feels good, hm?”

Your eyelids flutter shut as he rolls his hips again, your head falling back to the couch.

Benny would only blame you for how hard he already was. You were pinned under his weight, grunting sweetly as you tried to overthrow him was fucking better than any opponent in the ring. He felt his cock stiffen the moment your ass ate your shorts and revealed more bare thigh, even Mr Bunny couldn’t hide that one.

He slipped one hand up the leg hole, fingertips reaching for your slick folds, searching for your clit behind the damp fabric.

“Oh, fuck,” you choke, lower back jolting.

Looks like he wasn’t the only one who got worked up in the struggle.

Taking two fingers, he scoops your juice and softly draws circles on the bundle of nerves. You whimper, back arching to his touch as the tingling starts to spread across the muscles, your legs locking against him. He works you until you’re gasping for air, chest heaving, face burrowed into the nearest decorative cushion then suddenly he stops, slipping his hand from the confines of your shorts.

You whine at the lose of touch.

“Mr Bunny doesn’t want you to come yet,” he says, sucking the end of his fingers, your tang waking up his tastebuds.

“I don’t think he’d say that, he’s on my side.”

He laughs, “Nah, he wants to see me stretch that pussy first.”

You yelp as Benny grabs your elastic waistband and coaxes you to unlock your legs before he tugs your shorts off roughly. Tossing them to the side, you watch his hands move to his sweatpants, the small dark spot an indicator for the precum that seeped through the material. His cock swung freely as he hitched down the waistband.

He picks up your hips, resting them on his thighs as he takes one hand to his hardened length, lining it up to your opening. Running through folds, he uses your juices to lubricate his tip before pushing it gently into you. You sigh, head falling back, offering your neck for him to take as he continues to sink his cock inside.

Taking one hand from your hip, he leans forward and places the palm directly next to your cheek. Hovering over you again, he smiles, his stray hairs falling to your face and your chest begins to flush.

You feel him pulling out, the drag of his cock trapped amongst your inner walls and you wrap your legs around his lower back. The pair of you give a harmonious moan that fills the air, one that makes you forget whatever you were watching on the television. Actually, with how close he was, he took over each of your senses, making you forget you were even in a room.

Mr Bunny wasn’t even an afterthought, it was nothing but Benny.

He snapped his hips, filling you to the hilt, taking your breath away in the process. Holding his cock inside, your walls flutter around his form, the warmth spreading across your belly. He goes again and again, each stroke brushing lightly against that sweet spot, the one once hit just right will have you screaming his name.

And that’s what he wants to hear.

He’s never been so hungry for you before. Drunk off your cute, little squeaks, high from breathing in the delicate scent of your perfume. Slowly, your own pleasure builds, the sweat clinging to your hairline as he pants hotly over your skin. You’ve had to close your eyes and drop your head to one side, concealing your melting expression from his sharp gaze.

As he draws himself out, you mewl at the lose, the grip of your legs strengthening as you chase his cock. He soothes you with a soft caress of your side before he changes his position slightly, your hips becoming a fraction higher.

“Bunny, look at me.”

You peer out from the cushion, the muscles in your arms loosening. He appeared equally as flushed, the heat between you searing despite the noticeable chill in the middle of your bodies. It was a brief moment of calm then his fingers squeeze three times and all you can do is nod feebly.

“That’s my girl,” he throws a wink in your direction.

Your girl, you blush.

Holding you steady, he seamlessly slips back into your weeping cunt and his tip presses right where he wants it.

“Oh my god,” the final vowel extends.

He props himself up over you, his nose rubbing against yours. Rolling his hips, he hits the spot again sharply, catching your cry in his mouth as he kisses you. With each thrust, he captures every sweet sound you give. Your legs vibrate against him, fingers clawing helplessly at the couch as his movements grow frantic.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he comes up for air.

He drops his head, eyes focusing on how his length lips in and out of you with ease, your juices flowing as your pussy sucks him back down.

“Benny, Benny, fuck.”

Your stomach grows taut, your toes curling against his back.

“That’s it, darlin’, keep saying my name.”

How did that manage to turn you on more? The squelch of your walls as he pushed harder and harder filled the space, it was almost obscene but he was basking in it. Your arousal was spreading, sticking to the hairs that lines the end of his cock and he looked back to you. You were almost there and his eyes fell to the crook of your neck, his tongue flicking across his lips. He folded you in half to sink his teeth into your flesh.

That’s when the knot in you belly snapped and you came apart screaming his name.

Now he understood why Santiago bit you occasionally, the release was so intense, he’s sure his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Your pussy trapped him within your pulsating walls until you milked him dry. His jaw relaxed, a single string of saliva clinging to you as he lifted his heavy head.

You lay beneath him, chest heaving as the aftershocks continued to dance across your body legs finally giving in.

He kissed where he’d left marks on your skin, soothing laps of the tongue before his lips pressed deeper then he delivered them up your neck, your jaw. Brushing the hair from your face, he crashes into your lips and refuses to let go until you’re struggling to breath, swatting his chest with your palm.

He traces the bite with his fingertips.

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You cup his cheek, trailing a thumb along the bone.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you say smiling.

He swiftly kisses your palm, “I’ll get something to clean you up.”

Pulling out of you, he eases your back to the couch before climbing off and heading to the bathroom. You tug your t-shirt down over your breasts and sit up, bringing your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. Mr Bunny sat opposite you, had fallen forward it what you would joke was shock or an attempt to get a view but you know it was because Benny plowed you into the cushion at full force.

Who knew a giant teddy could get him so riled up.

“Want a drink?”

You looked over your shoulder as he wandered over and handed you a cool damp face cloth. Hugging the fabric to your neck, the change in temperature softens the tension you didn’t realise was there.

“I’m good, thanks babe.”

“Alright, I’ll get you a water.”

You laugh, he always made sure you stayed hydrated.

Returning with two bottles of water, he opens a top and gives it to you. You happily accept, taking a sip as he lifts your legs up by the ankles and slides underneath, draping your limbs over his thighs.

He spreads you open, notes how his cum has started to dribble from your pussy. Carefully, he tucks a towel between your legs and wipes away the excess. You hum, tipping your head to the side as you watch him intently. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he meets your face to admire you in your dishevelled, post sex appearance and as always, the temperature rises in your cheeks.

“Fancy a snuggle?” His head cocks to the plush beside him.

“Nah,” you say, scooting your ass closer as you drape an arm over his chest, tucking your head under his chin. “He doesn’t have a stitch on you.”

#triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier smut #benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #smut #valentines fic

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janeyseymour · 1 year ago

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At Arm's Length pt 5

A request from an Anon that the reader is clingy and Melissa snaps about it.

*can probably be read on its own*

I will admit I wrote this somewhat tipsy, so it is relatively unedited- oopsies!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

WC: ~4.6k

From the moment the two of you woke up, Melissa was off. You could tell in the way that she didn’t immediately press a kiss to whatever part of your body was closest to her. You could tell in the way that she didn’t call you “amore” in her deep and husky morning voice. You could tell in the way that her eyes didn’t light up immediately at the sight of you in the morning.

You knew you weren’t the most attractive woman in the morning. Your hair always stuck up in a million different ways; you brought a new definition to the word bedhead. There was probably leftover makeup under your eyes from the previous day (you only wore makeup because Ava and the superintendent had observed you the previous day) despite the fact that did your nighttime facial routine. Your shirt was probably a crumpled up mess, and your sleeping shorts were sideways- you could feel that much. But Melissa had spent so much time assuring you that seeing you in the morning, bedhead and makeup and all, was the highlight of her day. She promised you that it was one of the most attractive things she could lay her eyes on because she was the only one who ever got to see you like this; see you before you brushed your hair and took the rest of your makeup off to leave you looking like yourself again.

“My natural beauty,” she would usually tell you as she wrapped her arms around your waist in the bathroom.

But not today. Today she groaned as your alarm went off, slamming her fist into it. She rolled out of bed, cursing the day already, and practically dragged herself off to the bathroom. She paid no attention to you at all.

Your eyebrows knit in confusion, obviously. You have no reason to think she’s upset with you, and even when she is, you never go to bed angry and she always makes sure to be extra affectionate the next day.

You hear the water start running in the bathroom- odd. She took a shower last night, or rather… the two of you showered together last night.

With a shrug, you head into the bathroom in search of your hairbrush and toothbrush.

“Mel?” you call quietly as you push the door open. She’s already in the shower and gives you half a grunt in response. Picking up on the fact that she isn’t in the mood to talk just yet, you leave her to shower in peace and fix yourself. You can’t see yourself after a few minutes because of the steam in the room now covering the mirrors, but you decide that you probably got the remnants of your makeup off anyway. You head downstairs and start making breakfast and two cups of coffee to try to turn her day around.

She comes downstairs looking rather unlike your girlfriend. Her hair isn’t cascading down her shoulders the way it usually does in its soft curls, and she’s switched out her usual leather jacket for a regular black sweatshirt.

“Hey, good morning babe,” you say quietly as you continue to tend to the bacon and eggs you have in a few pans. Her arms don’t wrap around you the way that they always do. This does not please you in the slightest. Turning around, you see her sitting at the island with her head in her hands. She’s rubbing her temples and clearly trying to soothe herself from whatever has her so worked up.

This was so unlike her. It worries you. You finish breakfast quickly, turning up the burner to make the food cook faster, before plating the food and bringing it to her. You waltz your way back to the counter to pour and fix the coffees you made.

Usually, your seat was your girlfriend’s lap while you ate breakfast. But today she doesn’t shift to allow you to sit on her. You slide into the seat next to her with a sigh.

“I made you breakfast,” you tell her gently, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling yourself just slightly closer. She shakes you off. You can’t quite keep the hurt off of your face.

“Thanks,” she mutters into her coffee.

“You okay?” You ask her as you start to eat.

“Fine,” she grumbles. “Why?”

“You just seem… off,” you tell your girlfriend gently. “I want to make sure you’re okay.” You don’t get a response, so you leave her to be. Hopefully, by the time you two finish breakfast and get into the car for work, she’ll be in a better mood.

She isn’t. Both hands grip the steering wheel, and she turns on the radio loudly so she doesn’t have to talk to you. When you let your hand rest on her knee, she almost flinches. You can’t pull your hand back quickly enough, and she just barely pulls her hand off the steering wheel to bat at you.

“Quit touching me, will ya?” she finally huffs.

You shrivel down in your seat and turn away from her. You choose to stare out the window instead of at the woman you’re in love with. Secretly, you begin to wonder if she’s as in love with you as she was just last night. What could’ve changed since just last night?

The two of you make your way into the school silently, and Barbara is already there when you enter the break room to put your lunches away. Melissa doesn’t make her way over to the coffee machine like she does so often- almost everyday. Instead, she takes a seat next to her friend in silence.

“Good morning,” you try to sound as cheery as you usually do to greet Barbara. But your smile just doesn’t reach your eyes the way she’s used to.

“Good morning, Y/N. Melissa,” she says cordially as she glances at the redhead. The redhead just gives a nod of the head and sighs into her hands. Barb gives you a questioning look, and you shrug as you make your way to the coffee machine. You make two cups of coffee and set one day in front of your girlfriend, sliding into your designated seat. You try to hold her hand as you sit, but she pulls away.

With a sigh, you stand. “Okay,” you say awkwardly. “I have a lot to get done today, so I think I’m going to sit out on watching the news for today. I’ll see you all later.”

Barbara gives you a gentle nod of the head, and Melissa won’t even look your way. You leave with a frown on your face.

When the little ones start to trickle in, you half expect to see the second grade teacher with a scowl on her face and a very clear sign to her students that she wasn’t having it today. But instead, she’s greeting them at the door with a grin and quite a few hugs or high fives.

So it’s something you did. And what the hell you did? You have no idea. But your heart hurts at the thought that you did something to upset your girlfriend to this degree.

Come lunch, you walk into the staffroom before Melissa- a rarity. You get all of her things out and set them at her spot before scribbling down on a post-it note, I love you. You hope she’s not in as bad of a mood as she was this morning. You grab your own things, brew two more cups of coffee, and sigh as you sit down.

Fifteen minutes pass, and neither her nor Barbara are in the staff room yet to gather their lunches.

“I thought I saw Melissa here today?” Gregory asks.

“She should be,” you say quietly with a shrug. “And if she left without me, I guess I’m taking the bus-”

“We can always take you home,” Janine tells you.

“Where’s Barb?” Jacob asks.

Everybody looks around.

“She didn’t come in to grab her lunch and work in her room?” Gregory asks. You shake your head. You saw her food in the refrigerator when you came in.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you say politely. “If they come in while I’m not here, I’m in the bathroom.” Your coworkers nod in understanding before you head out.

You head out and down the hall towards the kindergarten wing first. If the two veteran teachers aren’t there, you’ll check Melissa’s room, but they like to convene at Barb’s- it’s more secluded.

They aren’t there though, so you head for your girlfriend’s classroom. And just as you go to walk in, something stops you. You can hear the two friends conversing so quietly you can barely make out what they’re saying.

“I don’t- I don’t know Barb,” you hear her deep voice say, hesitation etched into her voice.

“I think it might help,” the kindergarten teacher tells her friend gently. “How is she supposed to know if you won’t tell her?”

“She already knows something is up,” Melissa mutters. “Damn girl is so good with reading me.”

“She’s just about the only person,” Barbara chuckles. “Just think about it, okay?”

You can only assume the second grade teacher nods because then you hear her ask if they can head into the break room for lunch.

“Girl, we were already there, and you pulled me down here to talk about your problems,” Barbara teases.

“Well,” Melissa huffs. “I had to get this all off my chest.”

“Let’s go get lunch.”

You scurry back down the hall and into your own classroom, just barely entering as the two pass your room.

“Y/N,” Barbara says sternly. “Skipping out on lunch?”

“N-no,” you fumble for a lie to tell. “I was just grabbing my glasses. My head has been hurting.” You think that lie might get Melissa to at least show you some sort of affection today- she always fusses over you when you have a headache or aren’t feeling well. But instead, she looks at you as if she hardly knows you. She’s back to ignoring you like she did when you first started working here. You hate this. You absolutely hate this.

“Well, maybe some more lunch will help you, dear,” Barbara tells you when your girlfriend doesn’t say anything to you, instead finding her shoes rather interesting.

As the three of you walk down the hall, you try to wiggle your way under Melissa’s arm, but she doesn’t let you. You sigh in frustration.

“Eat your lunch, kid,” Melissa instructs you. Kid. She hasn’t called you ‘kid’ since before the two of you started dating. Since then it’s been ‘hon’ or ‘babe’. Occasionally, she calls you ‘love’ or ‘amore’ when she’s in a romantic mood. But you haven’t been kid since… This one hurts.

You sit next to her at your table with her best friend, but not a word is spoken. You lay a hand on her shoulder, and she tenses before shrugging you off. Your heart breaks. Was being a little couple-y inside the school too much for her? But then… you think that she was like this at ho- at her house today.

The drive home is awkward, but you let her be for the most part. Maybe one of her students upset her today to further sour her mood.

“Babe,” you sigh softly as you lean towards her in the passenger seat.

“Y/N,” your girlfriend says. “Enough.”

“Enough of what?” you pout. “I’m just trying to-”

“Get off of me!” she finally snaps on you.

“H-huh?” your mouth drops open. She’s never flat out rejected your affection like this before.

“You’re so fuckin’ clingy!” Melissa yells at you as she almost runs a red-light. She slams on her brake just in time. And even though she’s yelling at you, her arm protectively goes out to stop you from slamming into the dash.

You turn bright red, and she huffs as she retracts her arm and turns back to the steering wheel.

“And now you’re trying to get the two of us killed!” she rolls her eyes. “Jesus Christ! I’ve survived enough hit lists, and I’m too good to die because of something so fuckin’ stupid!”

“M-Mel?” you look to her, eyes threatening to tear up.

“I mean, seriously!” she continues on. “You just can’t let me go! I thought you would’ve taken the hint this morning! Or are you that fuckin’ dense?!”

You take a shaky breath and turn to face the other way, a tear falling down your face. You wipe it quickly, not even bothering to hide how upset you are.

“And now you’re crying again,” Melissa grumbles. Then she takes a heavy breath and takes in your body language. “Hon, I’m sorry.”

You don’t turn to face her. You just stare out the window and watch as the apartment buildings and townhouses pass by. Your tears just continue to fall, and you don’t even bother to wipe them.

When Melissa pulls into her driveway, you practically book it. You grab your bags and stand at her front door before she’s even gotten out of the car. You wait impatiently, and once she unlocks her front door, you head into her bedroom to grab your things from the night before.

“Hey,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been in a-”

“I’ll just head out,” you tell her. “I think maybe we need to have a night apart. I’ll let you be.”

“Hon.”

“It’s fine, Mel,” you mutter as you grab your things and head for the door.

“Babe.”

“It’s fine,” you breathe out. “I’m just going to go home and… take a breather. Okay?”

She takes you by the waist gently and kisses you as softly as she can. “Promise we’re okay?”

“Sure,” you sigh as you pull away quickly. “I just need to get out of here for now.” Your girlfriend doesn’t argue, and she lets you head out quietly.

As you enter the apartment you rarely went into at this point, your dam breaks. Tears flow, and you don’t even try to contain the sniffles that leave your body. You thought that there was something with Melissa- that maybe you wouldn’t have to sign your lease again and could move in with her. But now? Now, you have no idea what she wants or doesn’t want.

“So did you talk to her?” Barb asks over the phone.

“I- I snapped at her,” Melissa tells her best friend. “I messed up, and now she’s… but I don’t know if I can admit to her that I’m terrified of losing her.”

“Did you tell her about last night?”

“You mean about how I fell asleep last night thinking about how I don’t know if I could ever go to bed without her again? Why would I think that she would go for-”

“Melissa,” the kindergarten teacher rolls her eyes, and Melissa can practically hear it. Then she hears a buzzing in her ear. “I’m getting another call. I’ll call you back.”

“O-Okay,” the redhead says quietly. She hears the line click before pouring herself a rather large glass of wine.

“Barb?” you whimper.

“Oh, sweetheart,” the kindergarten teacher sighs. “Honey, what happened?”

“M-Melissa… she- she yelled at me for being clingy when I was just- when I was just trying to make her day better, and I-” you sniffle. “I don’t even know what I did wrong in the first place! She’s been awful to me today! And then she called me ‘kid’ and asked me if I was ‘that dense’!”

“Oh, Y/N,” Barb feels nothing but sympathy for you. “I just- I thought this was going somewhere, and I guess.. I don’t know.”

“Do you need someone to come check on you? I can’t right now because I’m cooking dinner, but I’m sure I can get Janine or Jacob to-”

You stifle a laugh. “I don’t think I could handle either of them. I- I’m sorry I called. I just needed to get everything off my chest.”

“It’s okay,” Barb promises you. “Maybe you should just talk to her. Or let her have a day or two. You two will be okay.”

You nod hesitantly before saying your goodbye.

She calls Melissa back and tells her absolutely nothing about the conversation she just had with you. The two of you need to figure it out on your own.

The next morning, You go without your morning coffee, and your breakfast consisted of a disgusting instant oatmeal packet. You pull up to the school, and you park as far away from Melissa as you can.

You go back to how you acted when you first started working at Abbott, although now, you don’t have a salad to eat. You’re never at your apartment anyway, so you never have any spinach at your place anymore. Instead, you grab one of the stale sleeves of Ritz crackers and suppose that will have to make do.

Melissa notices as you stand outside your door to greet your kids, but you absolutely refuse to face her. She can tell your arms are crossed and your sweater is tightly pulled to your body. Most would think you’re just cold; it isn’t uncommon. But Melissa knows that’s what you look like when you’re upset. You’re still upset from yesterday’s events.

She leaves you be. You don’t go to lunch, and everybody asks where you are. She tells them that you’re probably just busy with parent emails and the spring conference schedule.

Little does she know, there’s been one particular parent that you haven’t told her about because you know about her jealous streak. This parent has been practically begging you to go out on a date with him. You’ve been handling it the best way that you could, but…. now she’s acting this way. Or… she acted this way. She might’ve tried to apologize, but it broke your heart the way she had acted towards you and the words she had spoken towards you.

—-

One night of not spending the night with Melissa somehow turned into nearly a week of not spending the night with her. You and your girlfriend have pretty much avoided each other since the day that she snapped on you. You’ve had minimal conversation, and you haven’t had a date since last week. It’s the week of spring conferences, and you really aren’t looking forward to having to meet with your students’ parents. Most of them have nothing but wonderful things to say to you, but the one parent that has been hitting on you since the beginning of the year has only doubled down.

You almost start to entertain the idea of going out with this parent. Melissa hasn’t so much as looked in your direction as you spoke to her, and neither have you. You begin to wonder if maybe you should give the man a shot. The two of you have pretty much ghosted each other, and you really aren’t sure what you and your… girlfriend (?) are anymore. Maybe there would never be a clean breakup, and it was just supposed to be inferred that the two of you were done.

“Melissa,” Barbara enters her friend’s room during one of their breaks that lines up.

“What d’ya want?” the redhead rolls her eyes.

“Sweetheart, that one parent is hitting on your-”

The kindergarten teacher doesn’t have to say anything more, because she is fuming down the hall.

Ava’s dad, who’s name is Jay as you’ve recently learned, has you pressed up against your desk. You’re clearly uncomfortable as you try to back yourself away from him.

Melissa’s ears almost blow with steam. Her face heats up, and she is about .02 seconds away from pulling him off of you and teaching him a-

“Ms. Y/N?” Melissa’s voice is low. Dangerous. She’s staring daggers at the “Are you okay?”

“I-” you don’t really know what to say. You really aren’t sure what to make of this conversation.

“Y/N,” Melissa says again. “Is he botherin’ you?” she asks. She looks scarily calm, but she looks like she’s about three seconds from throttling this man or grabbing her baseball bat and beating the absolute shit out of him.

“Y-yeah,” you say as evenly as possible, but your girlfriend can see the terror and plead for help in your eyes. When he turns to face Melissa, you mouth the words ‘help me’ as subtly as you can.

Thankfully, the second grade teacher knows exactly what you’re saying. For as quick as Ava’s dad was on you, he’s also off of you. You have no one to thank for that but Melissa Schemmenti. She says a few things to him so quietly, and you have no idea what she says, but you know she just pretty much threatened his life. He backs away quicker than he ever has.

“Leave her the fuck alone,” Melissa practically growls. “Don’t fucking touch my-” “Melissa!” you pull her away. You’re not ready to out yourself to the parents. You turn to the parent. “Mister Johns, your daughter is doing perfectly fine. I will see you at the move up ceremony. Thank you, and have a good night.”

He storms out, claiming that he’ll be emailing Ava about this. The two of you know for as shady as Ava can be, she will always have your back.

The redhead doesn’t pull away from you until he’s gone.

“Honey,” Melissa’s hands don’t move from your waist as she looks you over. “Are you okay? Did he-”

“I’m okay,” you mumble as you pull away from her. She pulls you close again.

“Baby,” she whispers, knowing just how much she’s missed you this past week.

“Melissa, just… get off of me,” you sigh and push away from her again. “I know what’s going on here, and I’ve accepted it. Just… break up with me.”

“Why’re you always so convinced I’m gonna break up with you?” She asks you.

You search for any way to get out of this conversation. But you don’t have any more conferences today, and neither does she. You’re stuck. “Can we at least do this with the door closed?”

She closes the door and comes back, pulling you in close as you sit in your chair behind your desk.

“I thought you hated me,” you whisper. “After you yelled at me and called me dense… I just figured-”

“What did you figure?” Melissa looks confused.

“It’s not the first time I’ve been called dense,” you admit, refusing to look at her. “An idiot.”

“Babe, you are brilliant.”

“Then why don’t I know what happened last week? Why did you call me dense yourself?” you ask her vulnerably. “Why do I have no idea why you went from worshipping my body to not being able to stand my touch in less than twelve hours?”

Your girlfriend takes a deep, shaky breath. “I got scared.”

“Well, if you’re scared,” you cough out. “Then, this isn’t going to-”

“I got scared because I fell asleep with my arms around you wondering if I could ever go without you? I got- I’ve been married before, Y/N. And I never felt this way for Joe the way I feel for you. I- I got scared. I got cold feet. I’ve hated this last week without you, and I know… I don’t- You’re… you’re you. You could have any person you want, and if you broke it off with me, I don’t know if I would survive it. I started to question why you would ever want anyone like… like me. So,” she takes a deep breath, and you can tell she’s starting to get choked up. “And so, I tried to distance myself from you so you couldn’t break my heart. Selfishly, I didn’t want you to break my heart. And then you started to play along with it, and- babe. I haven’t slept for more than two hours at a time this entire week. All I want is you,” she whispers. “I never wanted to let you go, but I needed to protect my heart. It’s been broken before, and if you broke it… I really don’t know if-”

You pull her in tightly. Again, your heart breaks. But it doesn’t break because of the reasons it had before. It breaks because you hear the sincerity in her voice when she tells you how terrified she is of losing you. You hear the truth and absolute exhaustion in her tone when she tells you that she hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in over a week. Your heart shatters in your chest when she admits to you that she doesn’t understand why you would want her.

“Amore,” she whispers as she rests her forehead against yours. “I can’t bear to lose you. Please don’t let me.”

You pretty much collapse into her arms. You’re unsure of the reason. It could be your fight or flight adrenaline finally leaving your body as Ava’s dad leaves (you’re positive she’ll be transferred out of you class if Melissa has anything to do with it), or if it’s from your girlfriend’s words. But you absolutely melt into her arms, shaking with a few rogue tears falling down your cheeks.

“You’re the dense one if you think I’m ever going to leave you,” you laugh through your thick tears and tight throat. You cling to her like your life depends on it, even if you being clingy was the thing that got you into this mess in the first place.

At that thought, you pull away. “I- I’m sorry. I’ll be less clingy.”

She looks at you with the saddest eyes. “Please don’t stop.”

“But that’s why we were fighting in the-”

“I love how affectionate you are,” she promises you, intertwining one hand with yours while the other rests on your ass, squeezing it gently. “I was just… an idiot,” she admits. “An absolute idiot blinded by my own fears. Please don’t stop being exactly who you are.”

“Even if I’m just a clingy, lovesick mess for you who cries almost weekly?”

“You’re clingy because you love me, and you cry weekly because you are so damn compassionate about the students,” she tells you. “That only makes me fall in love with you more.”

You nearly swoon at that comment. Actually, you do swoon. You capture her lips rather roughly, and it catches her off guard.

“Wow, Ms. Y/N,” your girlfriend can’t help but chuckle against you. “At least wait until we get home.”

“I haven’t been home in a week,” you say and pout pathetically. “I miss home.”

“Well,” she looks at you alluringly. “I don’t have any more conferences, and I can guarantee Ava already left for the day, so we should be in the clear?” “That sounds good enough to me,” you whisper as you wrap yourself up in her again. You’ve missed being this close to her for the last week. You never want to let go.

By the time the two of you actually make your way out of the building, the only people that are left are Janine and Gregory. Both of you know that Gregory is sitting in his classroom waiting for his girlfriend to be finished with her last conference, so the two of you are able to slip out with Melissa’s hand dangerously close to your ass on school grounds.

And when you come in for the second day of conferences and can’t quite walk normally, well… no one will outright say it, but they all know you and Melissa have made up.

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babyjakes · 1 year ago

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forever and a day | 54. you didn't.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

If the night at Bucky's had been an isolated incident, I wouldn't have thought much about it. Unfortunately, in the days that have followed, things have only seemed to get more and more difficult for Willa.

It started the following morning, when I woke up around 5:00am to find the little girl in the bed next to me, bawling her eyes out. I had quickly switched on the bedside lamp, checking her over to see what was the matter, and I found her to be in the grips of a seemingly hellish night terror. She had no mind channel open, no crimson glow, so there was no way for me to know what she was dreaming of. Immediately, I had gathered her in my arms, rocking and soothing her as best I could while simultaneously hoping to rouse her from her torturous sleep. But it was no use; she was far too deep in the nightmare to break free. She flailed and sobbed and sputtered incoherently for hours, and all I could do was hold her and watch. By the time 7:00am rolled around, she finally woke up, and at that point she was inconsolable.

I couldn't get anything out of her that entire morning. She had fought her way out of my arms and crawled deep under my blankets, and I simply had no heart to remove her. I tried coaxing her out with the promise of cuddles, breakfast, and even her favorite movie, but nothing worked. Eventually, I decided to leave her alone and let her determine when she felt safe to come out, but she ended up staying there for most of the day. When she did finally emerge, she was a puddle of tears, her eyes begging for comfort and reassurance. But at the same time, she wouldn't let me come anywhere near her. When bedtime came around again, I offered to let her sleep with me in my room for another night, and she surprised me greatly by agreeing to it.

Through the night, she had another horrific nightmare, one so terrifying that it sent her jumping out of the bed in fear when she awoke. As soon as she saw me waiting for her with the lamp on, a deeply concerned expression drawn on my face, she grew so afraid of being punished that she began hyperventilating, eventually passing out from her compromised airflow. In the agonizing process of her panic attack, she wet herself again, and it was at that point that I decided I needed to speak with Jenny.

"Did anything happen in the days leading up to her shift in behavior that might've been cause for such a regression?" the mild young lady asks as she sits across from me in the living room. Resting back against the soft cushions of the sofa, I pick apart the past week in my mind, ultimately unable to identify anything.

"No," I sigh with a shake of my head. "There were small incidents here and there, but that's always the way it's been with her. Nothing major happened, at least, not that I can think of." It's now later in the morning, and Jenny and I are wrapping up a last-minute session I requested while Willa plays in her room. The doctor started off speaking with the child herself, but after half an hour or so of not getting much response at all, she decided to come out and work with me instead.

"I see," Jenny notes, scribbling something down on her legal pad. Closing up her pen, she brings her eyes up to meet mine, a familiar sense of warmth and patience lingering in her gaze. "Steve, with everything that Willa's gone through, her road to recovery isn't going to be as smooth as any of us would like it to be." I nod, not sure where the doctor could be going with a statement like that. "And even though things seem like they're getting worse with her, this is actually a pattern that's seen quite frequently with survivors of abuse and trauma who've recently escaped. Willa's body and mind were suppressing a lot of emotions, a lot of fear during her captivity, and even at the tower due to the things Tony did; her system couldn't handle addressing these feelings, so it shut them out. Now that she's in a truly safe place, with a safe person who only loves her and takes care of her, those things are beginning to show themselves because it's safe for them to." A wave of relief washes over me as the woman finishes her explanation, and I let out a deep hum.

"So this... is normal?" I ask. She nods.

"It's a difficult part of the process, since it might seem to both of you like things are getting worse when they should be getting better, but it's really just a sign that her body and mind are ready to start doing some deeper repair."

"I see. That's..." my voice trails off as I bring a hand up to brush through my hair. "That's so good to hear," I finish honestly. "I was really worried that I had done something wrong, or was messing up in some way."

"I don't think you need to worry about that, Steve, not at all. You're doing a phenomenal job with Willa. She just adores you." A faint smile crosses my face as I think of the little girl, and how much love and care I hold for her in my heart as well. "As far as dealing with her new or returning behavior, I'd recommend allowing her to get it out, as much as you possibly can. A big part of her might just need to respond in the way her body originally wanted to. She might need to go through the act of being scared or crying or getting sick, since those were all responses that were made impossible for her up until now. In regards to the increased accidents, it's a very common indicator of sexual trauma in children. I know it's frustrating, but try to be as patient with her about it as you can."

"No, no- it's not even frustrating," I assure her quickly, meaning the words with all my heart. "Really, it's not. It's not a hassle when it happens, not at all; it just makes me so worried."

"I know it's alarming to see her regressing in that sense, but it's totally normal and shouldn't pose an issue permanently as long as she remains in a safe environment where she isn't violated sexually. We're just meeting her where she's at, if that makes sense, and where she's at might go forward or backward for a while before we really start making linear progress. I know you know this already, but Willa is in many ways somewhat younger than five still, at least internally. And that's okay. We just have to let her exist at whatever developmental age she's at."

"And you think- you're sure it's okay? That I'm kind of, well- I don't know, kind of 'babying' her, as Tony would say?" I ask, wanting to be sure the doctor still approves of my controversial approach. Jenny smiles, allowing me to relax even more with relief.

"Yes, that's completely acceptable. Actually, it's probably very therapeutic for her system to be allowed to have those critical early childhood experiences that she was deprived of for so long. Whatever helps her feel safe and secure, even if it's meant for younger kids, is completely fine."

"Good," I nod, feeling slightly more sure about myself as a parent from all of Jenny's encouragement. "I'm sorry she wasn't up to working with you today," I apologize again, "I told her you were coming and asked her to do her best to be open and honest, but... I don't know. At the same time, I don't have much heart to push her."

"It's completely fine," Jenny reassures me once more, shaking her head at my persistent apologizing. "Therapy isn't ever something that should be forced upon a child. She'll talk when she's ready." Glancing down at her notepad, she offers, "I was wondering, though, if maybe the three of us could wrap up the session together? I believe Willa's still playing by herself in her room, and a lot of times children can be demonstrative of what they're thinking or feeling through the ways that they play. Maybe we could sit in with her for a little bit, if you don't mind?"

"I don't mind at all," I tell her, earning a smile as she rises to her feet.

"Alright, then," she says with a nod. "I'll let you lead the way."

Leading the woman back through the house, I stop just outside the child's half-open door, knocking a few times against the sturdy wood before pulling it the rest of the way open. Willa sits on the floor beside her bed, a few toys scattered around her as she holds a small wooden doll in her hands. Her big green eyes meet mine warily, and my heart sinks as she begins to tremble. "Hey sweetheart," I greet gently. For a moment, I remember that just a few days ago, she would beam every time I entered the room. Realizing that we're back to such a state of fear and uncertainty, a tinge of disappointment builds up inside of me. But then, I remember the doctor's words, and I'm able to remind myself that Willa's behavior is actually probably a good sign, in some weird way. "Things are starting to show themselves because it's safe for them to."

"Your daddy and I were wondering if we could sit and play with you for a little bit," the young lady's soothing voice overlaps her previous words running through my head. A look of skepticism forms on the little girl's face as she glances between the two of us, but thankfully after a few more moments, she nods. "Wonderful," Jenny says with a smile, and we enter in, both sitting a few feet back to give the child some space.

"What're you playing, Willa-bug?" I ask in a gentle tone, now able to get a better look at the toys she's taken out of her boxes. She has a bathtub and a sandbox from a dollhouse set, as well as Captain America and Ironman figurines, and the little brown-haired doll she's holding in her hand. The clothes are half torn off the doll, the hair messed and tangled. Big, frightened eyes look from the doll to me, and then back. "Who've you got there?"

"Willa," she says simply, holding up the doll that seems to represent herself. I nod.

"Is Willa getting dressed?" Jenny asks politely.

Swallowing hard, Willa shakes her head. "Off," she mumbles, removing the toy's purple dress and placing it on the floor. She then removes the doll's underwear as well, leaving it completely naked. Next, she reaches over and picks up the sandbox, opening up the cover. Almost urgently, she begins to dig, not stopping until she's created a little hole in the center. Then, she takes the Willa doll, placing it in the center of the hole. A lump forms in my throat as she buries the tiny pair of underpants with it, not paying any mind to the dress.

"Oh, you're... is Willa playing in the sand?" I ask, trying to understand the child's actions. Not giving a response, Willa simply continues with her scene, picking up the Ironman action figure and extending its arm. Clumsily, she begins using the plastic hand of the figurine to begin shuffling sand back over the doll that represents herself. "Willa, sweetie, what- what is Ironman doing?" I question carefully.

Once the wooden doll and her underwear have disappeared completely beneath the sand, Willa extends the other arm of the superhero's body, making them now both stick out straight. With a concerning amount of force, she begins jabbing the hands into the sand, uncomfortable sounds of plastic and wood colliding as the man apparently attacks the girl. Glancing over at Jenny, I see that her brow is furrowed in concentration. All I can hope is that she's understanding what Willa's actions mean, because to be completely honest, I have no idea what to make of any of it.

After several more moments of the violent motions, Willa finally stops, putting Ironman's arms back down and dropping him to the floor. Sifting through the sand, Willa pulls out the wooden doll, shaking her off slightly before finding her purple dress and redressing her. Turning back to the sandbox for a moment, she uses a single finger to re-bury the underpants, causing my brain to ache with questions and concerns. When satisfied with the way the piece of clothing is hidden, Willa picks up the bathtub, once again removing the doll's dress before placing her in the tub, coming to what seems to be a stopping point.

"Sweetheart?" I ask quietly, unable to even form my thoughts into a question.

"Can you tell us what you're doing, Willa?" Jenny fills in for me. "Willa's taking a bath now?" The little girl nods. "What about Daddy? He's with you when you take baths, right?" she continues, picking up Captain America off the floor and offering it to the child. To my surprise, Willa shakes her head, pushing the doll away. Jenny lets her. "No help from Daddy? Okay, that's okay, hun," the doctor says quickly, wanting to avoid upsetting the chidl.

"What was... what happened in the sandbox, honey?" I ask, not sure if I should be asking so many questions but ultimately too worried to refrain from doing so. Willa flinches slightly at my question, her bottom lip quivering as she gives me nothing but silence in return. "Okay, it's okay, sweetheart," I coo soothingly, not wanting to push the subject too hard, "that's okay, you don't have to tell us."

"How about you keep playing, sweetie," Jenny suggests, "it's okay. You said Willa was in the bath?" The small girl nods, looking back down at her toys before pulling the doll out of the tub, redressing her in her purple gown. Then, the child surprises both me and the doctor by repeating the same exact process all over again, starting with digging out the underpants in the sandbox, putting them back on the doll, and then completely undressing it.

My brow creases in perplexion as I watch Willa 'play,' her motions almost seeming like a routine or ritual that her body knows by heart. She repeats the entire scene once, then twice, and by the point in which she's buried herself a third time with her underwear, preparing the Ironman doll to perform his assault, I finally speak again, causing the child to pause. "Willa," I breathe, my heart pounding faintly in my ears. "What are you doing?"

Her wary gaze rises to meet mine and she blinks, her arm beginning to tremble as she clutches the action figure tightly.

"Could you explain it to us?" Jenny adds, her voice laced with concern. "What is Ironman doing to Willa?"

"Why is she buried with her underwear?" I ask, earning a glance of warning from the doctor. Sighing, I take a moment to breathe, not wanting to say anything I might regret. "What is- sweetheart," I murmur as I notice the poor thing's eyes filling with tears. "What is Tony doing to you?"

"Hurting me," she concedes, her voice barely loud enough to hear. Her big green eyes peer up at mine and beg for what she's too afraid to out loud: to not hurt her, myself, to not be angry with her for expressing her feelings with her toys.

"Okay, Willa-bug," I nod, not completely understanding but deciding that at the moment, I don't really need to. My biggest priority for now has to be showing Willa that she's safe and that she's not in trouble for what she's admitted. "What if- how about Daddy comes and helps you?" I offer hopefully, taking the Captain America figure from Jenny carefully and holding it up for the little girl to see. "How about Daddy comes and protects you?"

"N-no," Willa refuses, picking up her sandbox and holding it slightly closer to herself, almost in a protective manner.

"Why not, sweetheart? How about Daddy comes and- comes and makes Tony stop, stops him from hurting you," I try, reaching out with the figure and trying to place it in the sandbox with the other two characters. Unexpectedly, Willa jerks it away, bits of sand spilling out from the sides as a look of anger forms on the child's face, a look I've never seen before. "Willa, please-" I insist, extending a hand to take hold of the sandbox.

But to my complete surprise, instead of pulling back again or allowing me, Willa throws the entire thing at me, sand dumping all over my clothes as she snaps, "No. You don't. You didn't."

As the dust settles into my lap and I blink away the sand from my eyes, I'm met with the sight of Willa staring back at me, any indication of anger or frustration completely drained from her face. Her eyes are as wide as saucers as she gawks at me, as if she, herself, can't believe what she's done. And before I can say anything, before I can reassure her or even try to calm her fears, she's jolted up onto her feet, running right out of her bedroom door.

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HELP, THIS VALENTINE'S DAY I HAVE BEEN TRANSPORTED INTO A MANHWA AND THE MALE LEADS KEEP SWITCHING?!

Opening up the pages of the newest fantasy novel had you wishing for a more exciting life. Perhaps you should have been careful because the glowing light made sure to give you what you asked for. Underneath one sky, they all love you. As time passes, you will have to make a choice. Remember, choices are only for the brave and love must find you before you search for it. Out of the thirteen paths, just which one will you choose?

CHAPTER ONE OF SEVEN. characters: diluc & ayato (seperate) word count: 5k (2k & 3k respectively) warnings: these are connected but you can still understand them completely separately, mentions of fainting and blood in Diluc's part, the rest of the fic is in regular font.

DILUC - THE LORD TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE THAT YOU HAVE A CONTRACT WITH. IT IS JUST A BATTLE OF HIS KINDNESS VERSUS YOUR OWN.

The first sensation you feel after waking up is soft sheets clinging to your form. They’re silk it seems, but you move your hands up and down just to make sure. These already feel more expensive than anything you have ever owned so instead of opening your eyes completely – you decide to take a peek. This wide bed, the extravagant details on the ceiling above your head and the sheer size of this room give away just how out of place you actually are. You sit up and try to hear something. Anything. This manor seems to stillness itself. Without even the faintest sounds of footsteps outside, in what you can only guess to be a large manor, you stand up. Snowdrop white clothes cling to you and for some reason your hands cannot stop shaking. A gentle knock that echoes seems to immediately respond to the shaky breath you are forced to take.

“You seem to be awake. May I come in?”

Who does that voice belong to? You have no recollection of it. You feel weaker than ever and instead of answering, your knees betray you and end up on the maroon carpet instead. The person doesn’t sound dangerous but your body is just so tired.

Someone’s boots stand in front of you now. They’re looking down, their gloved hands quickly reaching for your shoulders.

“Why did you rise out of bed in your state?”

Your state he says. If only you knew what it was that was dragging you down. Something tells you he holds the key to the hope in figuring it out, so, as he effortlessly picks you up and places you on the bed again, you look up at him. A glow flashes across his face when you do. His eyes remind you of sinking ships. It seems like he is waiting for you to say something. But all you can ask is: “Who are you?”

His eyes betray him again. Worry so deep swims in them that you feel completely safe in his presence.

“I should have known you fainting out of nowhere was more serious than he told me it was. Have you completely forgotten everything about me?”

Yes. Yes, you have. It doesn’t matter how much your head hurts while you try to remember, no memories of him come to the surface. He kneels down and takes your hand. Lips brushing against your knuckle. The subconscious tells you that this has happened before.

“My name is Diluc Ragnvindr. The people here know me as their Lord but you...” he trails off. Something is bothering him; he seems unsure in what to say next.

“But you know me in truth. Or, at least you have known me so. This might shock you but I have to give you my full honesty. You know me as the creature that I am – a vampire.”

His words should make you want to flee. His lips were cold, his touch felt the same as the silk sheets you woke up in. There were no questions about his honesty. But for some reason, it seems that your body and mind are not shocked by this revelation.

“I... see.” “We are under a contract that you signed by your own will. I will show it to you as soon as you wish.” His gaze is on your completely but his thumb seems to be rubbing circles into your knuckle absentmindedly. His touch soothes you.

“I have heard of memory loss occurring in rare instances but complete memory loss has never been recorded...” He says it more to himself than you.

“I must apologize to you. I can’t help but think that this is my fault. Please get some rest. And please eat the food that the maids bring you.

He kisses your knuckle again, lingering for a second longer this time around and he walks off seemingly angry at himself. And when he leaves the room, you feel a prick on your wrist. Two prominent marks greet you; they seem fresh. This must be what he is angry at. If you fainted after these were made, it all makes sense.

You did as you were instructed. You rested, ate the food that the maids brought up to your room and your strength was slowly returning. Not by a lot – but at least you were able to stand up and take to the dinner table that night. When you walked in, Diluc and you were seated on completely different sides of the overwhelmingly stretched out table. He seemed so gentle that morning, now he seemed distant enough to make your soul ache. Why? You wondered if you two always sat like this. You or, well, the person whose body you took over.

“I have decided to nullify out contract until your memories return.”

You were barely eating and that made your knife stop.

“I see... but, I am afraid I do not remember anything our contract states.”

A butler suddenly appears by your side and slides the said document in front of you. It should be signed in someone else’s name, a name you have no recollection of, the name of this body you are borrowing and yet; what stands there in black letters is your own signature. Next to it is a fingerprint of red ink. Or was it blood?

“It states that you willingly signed it as I told you before. It also states that in return for your silence regarding my identity and..”, he stops for a few seconds but then continues, “and, in return for your blood every week, you get to live here with enough funds to support your family.”

Your family he says. And you have no way of knowing just who is your family in this world. Something about the whole situation seems bitter to you and without thinking you blurt out a question.

“If said contract has been nullified, does that mean I can leave?”

This time it is his knife that stops moving.

“You wish to depart from here?” (‘You wish to leave me?’ Your subconscious tells you that is what his questions really means.)

“No!”, you are quick to blurt out. “I just... I apologize. This whole situation is a lot to take in.” You completely stop eating. Diluc seems to not know how to reach you over the table.

“Sir Diluc, I have another question.” “There is no need for you to call me Lord or Sir. You may not remember me, but I will not allow us to return to such titles. Please ask what it is you wish to know.” “Diluc, can I sit next to you?”

The butler that still stands near you seems to let a smile show. A maid on the far end of the door reacts too.

And Diluc, in the softest voice you had heard that day, says that you may. You don’t speak for the rest of the dinner but somehow the room feels warmer than before.

A week passes and you are unable to remember things you would title as important. You manage to remember (or your brain forces images into your mind) of hazy fields of flowers and moon filled nights. Sometimes Diluc himself shows up in your memories. At first, he is a child running around with a wooden sword and in the very next memory you see him filled with insurmountable grief. For what?You have no clue of knowing but you have decided to trust this man – this vampire – enough to believe the answers he gives you.

He says that you grew up in the same place as him but that you always stuck to the background, so much so, that Diluc admits to have no clear memory of you before you helped him by willingly giving your blood in an alley one night. He says it was your kindness of not letting him starve. He says you were kind enough to save a monster but the few hazy memories assure you he is no such thing.

Next, you ask him how he became a vampire. Diluc had hope flash across his eyes this time. You used the word became; you must remember that he wasn’t always like this. Your memories must be slowly returning to you. Instead of confirming, the reply you give is that it is an obvious thing if you had said you witnessed him as a child running under the sun.

He says he was grieving for the death of his father and that somewhere in it he got lost. So lost in fact that he abandoned his duty for a while and ended up meeting those that turned him into a monster.

“I was towards the end of my journey and instead of turning away, I latched onto a lead to find the man responsible. For revenge. It led me to a place of evil itself. In saving that young boy, I took his place instead. I was too weak and too immature back then. I let myself be captured and they...they turned me into what I am now.”

After that week, you slowly watch Diluc lose his strength. Every day that passes, he grows paler and he avoids you more. The dinners start to become a lonely occasion with only your form hunched over a table. The candles that light up such a lonely place make your eye twitch before you take the first bite.

Your strength is returning but Diluc seems weaker than you were when you woke up on that first day. It makes sense – this arrangement was agreed upon because of his ‘needs’. The needs he absolutely hates. Nothing hurts you more than to see Diluc hate himself while also holding back so much that it means self-destruction.

Instead of allowing that to continue – you tell Adelinde that you demand his presence at dinner. And he obliges your wish.

It only makes you mad to see how he moves and avoids your gaze. When you talk and he instinctively wants to look at you – the second he sees your neck or hands, he looks at the plate. There is no light in his eyes. His hair is dishevelled and no matter how far back he moves his chair or face, you can make out the purple under his eyes. He seems so hollow, so distant in both mind and form.

“Diluc. You will listen to me.” “Your kindness stays the same even if you don’t remember it all. I already know what you will say and my answer is no. I will not allow you to offer yourself to me in this state. Once you remember me and this arrangement – only then.”

His servants know the que of when to leave the room.

“What if I never remember Diluc? What then?” “You will remember.”

His answer is solidified and he continues to stab food on his fork. You can tell how it seems to be almost painful to smell and swallow. He is only forcing himself. You slam your knife and fork down on the table and glare at him.

“You cannot guarantee anything in this situation besides your own suffering if you continue to deny this request.”

Diluc calmly puts his own cutlery down.

“My answer is still no. There are other ways to help this need of mine that don’t put you in danger.”

You sit in silence for a while.

“Diluc, I know I cannot help myself remember if I do not help you. If your...bite was what caused this, maybe it could be the way to fix it. I want to help you of my own free will, if you refuse me, you are denying me that choice.” “Do not use such rhetoric with me! No matter how you word it, the act of taking your blood now would be vile. Eat your food so that we can end this conversation.”

It makes you mad. His stubbornness makes your blood boil and by the way he barely swallows down that food which probably tastes like nothing to him – you can tell that this blood rushing within your veins makes it harder for him. Instead of backing down, you extend your wrist onto the table in his direction.

“Please Diluc. You’ve trusted my judgement before, trust it again. I cannot remember anything if you destroy yourself.”

You can tell that he is battling with himself and how drastically different thoughts come to him. The instinct vs. the rationality. Diluc removes his gloves for the first time you woke up in this world, he holds onto your arm and pulls you into him. He kneels down.

“I am so sorry.” He kisses your marked wrist gently and repeats his apology once again. “Forgive me for this, I beg of you.”

You don’t think that there is anything to forgive when he whispers a plea at your feet. When Diluc’s fangs sink into your skin, your blood rushes again. The feeling is warm. His love for you is so warm that your theory proves to be true.

All of the memories come rushing back. It is just too bad that the same feeling takes over you once again. You faint before you get to tell Diluc just how much you remember; before you can tell him ‘I love you’ for the first time and God knows which time.

AYATO - THE STRANGE MAN WHO HIDES BEHIND YOUR MARKET STALL WITH A POLITICAL SECRET. IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER HIM - EVERYTHING HE HAS IS FOR NAUGHT.

This time, you feel something shake underneath your feet. It is light enough not to worry you about an impeding disaster, but this can never be a good sign. Especially not now when you are conscious of how the air and the temperature and the ringing in your ears suddenly feel. For some reason, your hands are full. Up in the air in front of you. You are holding something – you feel the weight. And this heart of yours is beating fast. Why? Is it because you just switched places or because this body’s heart was already reacting to something?

You open your eyes. It feels like you were blinking for a very long time. In front of you is a man with a sturdy red helmet and big moustache. How unsightly. How filthy. You would like to say he is standing in front of you, but he is leaning over; his face inches away from yours.

Could he be the cause of this fear?

“If you are lying to your official, I will have your stall seized. No, I will have it destroyed in front of your very eyes before I shackle you as an example for everyone here!”

This man is so angry that you realize it is his anger, from his feet to his spine and finally to the words he is spitting at you, that are the reasons for your fear.

“Do you know where the man who just ran through here went?”

You should be scared, but you know you will honestly answer his question. Right now, there is nobody as lost as you. You have no idea who said man is or who anyone is at all. So, with honesty and calm, as your heartbeat starts to finally take on a more steady rhythm, you extend your hands in front of this man.

“Sir, I assure you, that I have no idea about the man you are asking about. Look at my hands. I am here selling these oranges, selling my fruit. Every single day. I truly have no idea who you are asking me about.”

The man peers at your face for a couple of seconds more before he steps back from your stall and spits on the dirt next to it.

“Tch. It looks like this dirty peasant is telling the truth.” With that, he instructs his subordinates somewhere else. You didn’t notice them before – you didn’t notice anyone before. With him gone, you are finally able to take a deep breath and curse this magic power that seems to put you in such situations. You could have been jailed without ever knowing why. With a sigh, you put the two oranges back on the pile on the side. While you are glad you didn’t end up behind bars, it seems like there is nothing else to be glad about in this circumstance. And just when you were about to weep, something makes you freeze. Something is grabbing onto your leg from under the stall. It is pulling or pushing – you aren’t sure. With a quiet gasp, you quickly swing your leg back to get away. The space is narrow so you end up only taking two steps before your back hits the wall.

It isn’t a creature that grabbed you – it is a hooded figure crawling out. You catch sight of their hands – they look way too soft and white to match the clothes this person threw on themselves. They share the same rags you are wearing but immediatelly you know they are just treating this as a disguise. They are hiding their identity and you can only beg that this isn’t the person those officials were asking about.

“Do not look so scared. Nobody noticed when I jumped into your stall because there was a crowd. But if they see your reaction now, they will suspect something is wrong.”

You finally see his face. His eyes look silver in the shadows and his gaze seems so cold. His voice is almost a whisper, flowing quietly and reassuring you that he knows more about this than you; it is almost like he commands you under the advice. You find yourself reassured, so you step back from the wall and approach your fruit again. Surely pretending that you are inspecting it for any dust or damage will be a normal picture. Surely you can ignore the man still sitting down in the shadows who only crawled out for a bit more space. His limbs are long and he eyes your approaching form. Maybe you should just kick him or run after the officials and report him?

With that thought in mind, you start inspecting the apples first. They are the fruit that gets damaged easily. You can tell that he doesn’t tear his gaze away from you, but you refuse to communicate with him. The less words you exchange, the better it is. You wish there were customers right now, but they have probably lessened in number because of the officials barging in. They are probably the same reason the few ones here are avoiding you. Something tells you that your peasant self will be forced to only eat a few pieces of your own fruit and two spoons of broth.

Having someone watch you do such a mundane task proves uncomfortable, but you refuse to speak a word to him. But ignoring him further proves itself to be even more difficult. Instead of leaving or saying a word himself – his hand reaches up and grabs the seventh apple you planned to expect. What an impatient man! You can already tell he will be frustrating beyond your initial thoughts.

You don’t turn your head in his direction. You only let your eyes follow him as he bites into the apple with such zest you think back on kicking him. Instead of ignoring that thought for the second time, you actually do use your foot to hit his side. He doesn’t drop the apple nor does he jump up, he just looks at you with a puzzled expression.

You put your hand out, smile coldly and whisper: “Only those that pay get to actually eat the fruit.”

You expect him to swat your hand away, to perhaps kick you back. But all you see is that his shoulders start to shake. His hand quickly covers his mouth, and with the way his hood falls back from the motion, you realize that this handsome man is laughing at you. He is laughing at you like a child would. It makes you huff and turn around from him completely. The sunsettias deserve your attention more than him. And as you swat away at a fly that is buzzing around them, you decide to imagine him as the fly. Even if you moved away, one step makes no difference so you can still hear his apology. It is mixed in with the same rhythm of his laughter that only lessened. You refuse to acknowledge him. This frustrating man decides to send a gold coin rolling your way so that it hits your feet. You sigh. He did pay. You should have told him that only upstanding citizens not getting chased by the government get to actually eat the fruit instead. Still, you pick up the gold coin. Your hand reaches for it before you can think it through.

“You really are fond of this street-seller persona you have. I apologize for disrespecting such a..dedicated..establishment and-” “Leave. I do not need your apologies. This is not a persona, this is my life. I need you to leave so I can continue running this ‘dedicated’ establishment someone of your caliber clearly didn’t ever visit before.”

You look calm but the venom spilling from your tongue is enough to ruin any respectable business. You still aren’t looking back at him, but you can feel how his playful nature dies down. It feels like he just lost something important.

“I see.” Is all that the man replies with. His voice sounds devoid of emotion at that moment. Another golden coin hits your feet. He reaches for a sunsettia in your hands and throws it out into the street. Before it hits the dirt, you hear a soft ‘I am deeply sorry.’ again, and the next second someone screams on the end of the street. Everyone looks that way; the blue-haired man puts on his hood, jumps up over your stall and he is gone just the way he appeared. Something in you, suddenly, feels sorry for not getting his name. But then you shake your head thinking you are simply sad over the fact that you won’t get to name the annoying fly after him.

After that, the sun starts to slowly set. With the new atmosphere, the old shoppers get replaced by new ones and these actually approach your stall to buy something. Kids in rags worse than your own excitedly reach for the fruit you extend. The parents behind them smile, probably wishing they could afford something more sweet and more grand to their child than just apples or oranges. But, they hope it is enough to make their child happy. The money they extend is no gold, no silver. It reminds you of worn down pieces of metal, almost rusty. You take it as quickly as you can and wipe your hand after collecting it. These conditions of poverty make it clear to you – the man from before was of much higher prestige. Associating with him would be even more trouble than you initially thought.

Those thoughts leave your head as someone lightly taps on the wood in front of you. It turns out to be a blonde man with warm eyes and a kind smile. He extends one silver coin to you and speaks.

“Could I please have all of the apples on your pile here. I am buying them for the children at the orphenage you see.”

You know he is telling the truth so you smile back. He isn’t wearing rags like the rest of them, he seems to be someone of a higher status who is sincere about helping others.

“Right away Sir!”

You rush to place all the apples in three bags. He is patient, but he watches you work in a similar way to that man. It is only when you go to hand him the third bag that you realize why that is.

“And here, the last one. I hope the kids down there are alright.” “Thank you for your kind wishes. If you are really worried, you should come visit sometimes. No need to bring anything, playing with them is enough you know and...”

He trails off, grabs your wrist with an iron grip. “Do not get in the Young Master’s way. Betrayal is the worst thing you could do.”

Before you can recover from shock and ask him what he means, the kind expression is back on his face and he is holding all three bags in his arms.

“Until next time!”

His tone is cheerful again. It makes you shiver. You look towards the sunset more beautiful than anything else today.

“The one who decides about your life is asking you a question. It seems like you feel no need to answer me, Mister Soto.”

With the sunset as the background of the scene, the blue-haired man is sitting in a small room with an infamous merchant of the city. His rags have been long discarded. With the game of play pretend completely done, he takes his authoritative position. He looks so out of place to be in this dirty hub – the details decorating his outfit only remind someone how higher he is above them.

“Why should I answer you Mister Kamisato? You have already decided what my life will be.” “Yes, but unlike you, I am fair and follow the law before I sentence someone. The political games of you and your brother in the parliament that only enhance this country’s poverty rate are coming to a close.”

He slides the piece of paper across the table. This is what the government officials were after when hunting him in disguise. He said he followed the law when sentencing someone, not in obtaining information. Only the man guarding this room, brushing off an apple, knows of the whole ordeal.

“You are supposed to be just like us! You are supposed to see that living stock as only dirt. With this new plan, we could have had it all. So what if we lied in the parliament? What if we forged documents? You and the rest of the members were never supposed to know!” “You have only made yourself an even grander fool if you truly think you and your brother are able to outsmart us all. Not to mention - to outsmart me.”

The merchant only has anger and resentment to fall back on.

“Thoma, escort this man to our forces. I have more pressing matters to attend to.”

Thoma walks into the room and restrains the man.

“The street seller does not remember you, Young Master. I am afraid to say your suspicion is true.” “That is not a problem. The persona I assigned them on this assignment was executed brilliantly. Perhaps, with my words, memories can come back.”

As the night starts to fall and other sellers begin to pack up, you realize there are worse things than hiding a fugitive or getting threatened.

Your predicament is the worst one of all. At first, you counted yourself lucky when the other merchants eyed you with jealousy for that one silver coin. Then, you started to pack up your stall, but as they started to leave, you realized; you had no idea where your home is.

Where do you cook your food? Where do you lay to rest? Fuck, where do you even get these fruits from? Do you have a bed? Do you have a family? Where do you live? And where should you go?

No, that is not right. And the despair of it all makes you realize it. All these questions have answers, but they are answers about someone else’s life that you acted out. And that is it. You are an actor, something that doesn’t belong here. And yet, you feel so alive and ruined as your eyes start to tear up.

What is it that you are? Where do your memories begin and end? What is this constant fragmentation and feeling of isolation? You aren’t supposed to be here. Where is your home?

The thoughts come too quick and they keep looping. Your cheeks are wet with tears. And, even if you are the only seller left in this dirty alley, you weep silently. As if it is in your nature to do so. And it makes you shake. This whole thing overflows within you with only fear and confusion showing their ugly nature.

But suddenly, in the darkness of it all, you feel as if the moon is extending it’s silver glow your way. Yes, the moon is colder than the sun but it keeps you company. It is solid and constant. It does not abandon you.

The moon’s rays are someone’s hands around you, rubbing soft and slow circles into your back. They’re kneeling beside you, unafraid to get dirty as you cry into their chest.

The world starts to make sense again. You can hear the person’s soft voice whispering reassuring words into your ear.

‘It is okay. You are safe.’ and ‘Worry not, I am here. I assure you.’ and ‘Cry it out.’ and ‘You always manage to get my clothes dirty like this and then you proceed to chastise me about it.’ and ‘Let me help you.’

The fact that he smells like light mint helps to calm you down further. Your whole body relaxes and your breathing gets steady once more. His blue hair and strong arms holding you, in this proximity, calms down your heartbeat.

The air is sharp but it grounds you. And his hands are still rubbing circles into your back.

“It is not fair Ayato!” “I know my dearest. I know.” You are not sure how you know his name suddenly. You are not sure just what it is that you are screaming about and calling it unfair. But it doesn’t matter. He is still here. Reassuring as ever. Steady as ever.

“I shouldn’t have let you join the Shuumatsuban like this. But you kept insisting.”

What is he talking about?

“And now look at us. I am a fool in love, bending the knee for you, while you do not remember me. This is the first time I regret listening to you.” “Oh shut up. You stupid, stupid, frustrating man.”

Ayato laughs again. It is not the carefree laugh you saw earlier today, it is more bitter. “You don’t know, but you like calling me those nicknames often. Don’t you find it unfair, darling?”

You are not sure what you are supposed to find unfair. His behaviour or yours? This whole situation perhaps? The fact that you are in the embrace of a man, reacting to his presence so strongly, when earlier today you kicked him under the stall? When you did not know his name?

And just what are you in this world? Are you really a peasant? What is the Shuumatsuban? You don’t know. Something tells you that this is limited. But even with those thoughts, you are calm. You stop crying, you focus on him instead. Something overtakes you as you extend your hands to cradle his face.

“Ayato.” “Yes my love?” “I will find you again.”

You feel exhausted. But before it overtakes you completely, you seal that promise by placing a soft kiss on the underside of his lips – on his mole.

Somehow, you know, that has always been your favorite place. And with that in mind – you slip away like the moon.

a/n: hello, please join us next time for the further instalment of this new series that was supposed to be short headcanons but i cannot shut the fuck up. i hope you liked it !! Taglist is open. You can send an ask to be added. I plan to write 2 characters per chapter inshallah.

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boydepartment · 1 year ago

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Speaking of migraines, can I request taking care of sunghoon when he has a really bad migraine, and has to miss a performance, and just being there for him through it all 💖💌

funny you requested this when i posted i had a migraine but yes i can write this :) sorry it was a little late

MASTERLIST

Missed Performances- Sunghoon x Gn! Reader

You had a long day at work, but it wasn’t bad! Just really long and somewhat boring. On your walk home you decided to pick up some of your favorite snacks. You had a little spring in your step tonight because your boyfriend was performing so you were planning on streaming it on your tv tonight.

You were your boyfriend’s #1 fan, you loved him more than anything. When he got a jersey with his name on it you bet your ass you begged him to give it to you. You proudly wear that Sunghoon jersey around.

After getting your bags of groceries you started to head home for real this time. With your hands full you didn’t even see Sunghoon’s text telling you he was at your apartment. You hummed as you took the stairs up to your floor, you were only on the third floor, so the detour wasn’t horrible. When you got to your door you smiled, finally you can relax. Unlocking the door and putting the cold groceries in the fridge, you started walking to your room. You happily creaked the door open and saw a man in your bed. Your heart dropped; someone broke into your apartment! Quickly you shut the door and locked yourself into the bathroom. Not even thinking you called your boyfriend.

1 ring

2 rings

3 ri-

“Hello…?” Sunghoon’s voice sounded tired and strained, you were happy to hear it anyways though.

“Sunghoon- baby- someone broke into my apartment and he’s in my bed and- “

“Baby. It’s me. I texted you.” He kept his sentences short; you looked down at your phone and saw that he indeed texted you.

Oh, you walked out of the bathroom and into your room. Sunghoon was sitting up and looking at you, you put your hand on the light switch and he very quickly covered his eyes and pleaded with you.

“PLEASE NO LIGHT!”

You stopped in your actions immediately, “baby you are supposed to be performing… are you alright?” You walked over and sat next to him, quickly but carefully he leaned into your touch.

“I woke up with a migraine this morning, I took meds, but it didn’t go away.” He mumbled into your shoulder, Sunghoon started to rub his face into your arm, trying to rub away the burning pain behind his eyes.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” You asked softly, grabbing his hand. He mumbled something and laid more into your touch.

“Okay baby, let me just get changed out of my work clothes.”

Sunghoon nodded and let you get up, after you got out of your outside clothes which usually you never get into your bed with outside clothes, but your sick boyfriend was there so you made an exception.

When you got back under the covers immediately, he went beside you, rubbing his face on you trying to get the pressure out of his head. It was pounding and it hadn’t gone away.

“Do you want me to cook you anything?” You mumbled, “I picked up food on my way home.”

“Please just stay with me, I feel so bad.” He said back, his voice straining again.

You rubbed his head a bit, trying to use any kind of pressure point that you knew of to help his head, “is it just your head?”

“I feel bad for not being able to perform too, I feel bad for not being capable to perform…” He kept going on about how he felt like he failed his team, his brothers.

Your heart broke a bit, “baby, you don’t feel well, it’s okay. You’re only human… please don’t beat yourself up.”

He only stayed quiet, you frowned and continued to brush your hands through his hair, “get some rest, okay?”

Sunghoon fell asleep and you stayed there watching, when he got up, you made sure he ate and took more meds. You were happy to be around him and take care of him. When he felt good enough to watch the performance you both watched it. The rest of Enhypen did a little tribute to him and you saw Sunghoon smile.

“I love you.”

Sunghoon looked at you, “I love you too.” He was still smiling.

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kushnovice · 2 years ago

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Kyotani x reader

TW: Swearing, bullying, voilence, blood, hurt/comfort, fluff

(This is cringey. I made this years ago.)

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me that you were being bullied by the ugly twins!" Hajime yelled as he found out the real reason you are transferring to his school. (Y/n) sighed and rested against the wall behind her, "I didn't tell you because it started out as nothing but then when I couldn't hide the marks, the school found out." Iwaizumi couldn't believe what he was hearing from his little sister...she thought it was okay and the only bad thing about it was that she got caught. As much as Hajime wished he was able to control his emotions, he couldn't. His mind was lost with the image of his little sister with bruises and marks, it pissed him off. (Y/n) could see how angry he was as his knuckles were white from folding his hands into fists out of anger.

Toru, who was in the living room, listening to the conversation, had called Kyotani. "I have a job for you...yes you will get money for it...I need you to protect Iwa-chan's little sister...yes he has a sister...shes transferring tomorrow...for as long as needed...$100 dollars a week...i knew you'd accept, see you tomorrow at the front of the school." He hung up, humming a happy tune as he knew that Kyotani would keep her safe and that spending that money would do no damage to his wallet.

"It's not a big deal, I don't know why you think this is such a bad thing, it's been happening to me all my life and now suddenly you care. Why do you think mom and dad always switched me out of schools constantly." (Y/n) was fuming now as Iwa never cared about her so why does he suddenly care about her? Hajime was shocked to hear that he had genuinely no idea who his younger sister was. Of course, he always had loved her, but he was always more focused on his own life and playing volleyball than he was with his sister. She stopped bothering him after age 9 but he assumed that was because she was more into her own life, but he never took the time to learn about his younger sister.

Hajime didn't know how to express the things he was feeling or thinking so he just pulled her into a tight hug. She immediately started to cry as she had felt like her brother did not care about her but here, he was, rubbing your back as you sobbed on his shoulder. Since you fell asleep while crying, Iwa carried you to your bed and let you sleep. Oikawa had come out of his hiding spot in the living room when he heard your soft snores.

"I called Kyotani...don't get mad but..." Toru explained what he had done, "I know he's not the most stable person but hes the strongest at school and as much as people are scared of you...its nothing like how people are deathly afraid of him..." Toru had expected Iwa to get mad at him for it but shockingly Hajime loved the idea of someone protecting her when he was not around. "Well, I'm going to go, I'll pick you both up for school tomorrow. I'll send you pictures of the history homework since I know you haven't done it." Iwaizumi had smirked and nodded, "g'night, see ya tomorrow." he added as Toru left and he found himself in his bed.

(Y/n) woke up with a big stretch that caused her hands to hit the wall. "Fuck..." she muttered lowly as she got up and shoved her hand in her brothers face as he was knocking on her door every five minutes to wake her up for school. "Shut up I'm awake." She groaned as she grabbed her new uniform from the laundry room and then went to her room and changed into it. Her eyes and hair popped against the white and teal uniform that shaped her perfect body. (You're beautiful, okay!) As she was looking in the mirror at herself, she heard Toru's car honk and she rushed to get her jacket and shoes on as she saw Hajime getting into the car as she was running out the door. "Hey Toru!" (Y/n) smiled at him as he responded with a hello and a compliment on her outfit.

When they arrived at the school, there was an older looking guy with yellow hair and stripes in his hair. He looked kinda scary...but also kinda hot... As Toru parked the car, she was lost staring at him. She was never one for dating or guys at all, she enjoyed being alone, but something about him made her unable to look away at all. Haijime noticed this but pushed it to the back of his mind as he handed her, her bag as they got out of the car.

When Kentaro saw (Y/n), the world stopped and she was suddenly the only thing he could focus on as she walked closer and closer to him, with her brother and Oikawa by her side. "So, Kyotani this is Iwa-chan's sister, (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Kyotani and he is going to protect you when Iwa and I are not around." Oikawa smiled at her. "So, you got me a body-guard?" She asked as she noticed how tall he was compared to her and how imitating Kyotani was. Oikawa sighed and just simply nodded. "Well, it's nice to meet you Kyotani, I hope we get to know each-other well." She smiled at him causing a light blush to litter his cheeks and him to nod silently. Then she was able to meet the rest of the volleyball team, all day she was surrounded by the boys causing everyone to be genuinely terrified to talk to you.

After a few days, people stopped trying to surround themselves around (Y/n) and she was left mostly alone with Kyotani, which they both loved. As they were walking in the hallway, she started talking to him as always, "Sooo, what is your full name?" she asked curiously. "Kentaro Kyotani." he stated, "you can call me Kentaro." He blushed softly as he spoke but (Y/n) could not contain her blush from showing brightly on her face. "Okay, can I call you Ken?" She asked with a pleading smile as they walked into the gym. "Sure." He smiled a bit as he then hid his happiness as they were walking closer and closer to the team.

As (Y/n) and Kentaro were sitting on the roof, eating lunch and talking about anything and everything. "You guys have a game tonight, right?" Kentaro nodded, "Against Inarizaki." (Y/n) froze when she had heard the name, she would have to see her bullies again. "Are you alright?" Kentaro asked, pulling her out of her daze. "Yeah..." she sighed and started to sink into herself knowing that she had no way out of it. As the day neared an end, the more anxious she got. Kentaro had noticed this as she was biting at her nails and lips. Kentaro decided to ask her about it as she sat on the ground next to him as he was stretching for practice. "Why have you been...weird today?" Kentaro asked, not really good with emotions. "Well, it's just...the twins on that team...well the whole team actually...they bullied me which is why I transferred here." (Y/n) muttered, feeling unsafe again.

Kentaro placed his hand softly on hers, "I will not let anyone hurt you ever again." He said it with such confidence that it melted way the anxiety. Her face burnt bright red as she nodded a bunch, her heart beating out of her chest. Kentaro smiled softly and let out a small chuckle, seeing how much of an effect he had on the younger girl.

As the game started and the bleachers were filled with fans, (Y/n) stood with the team manager, ready to hand water to anyone who needs it but preferably Kentaro. As the other team joined Aboa Johsai on the court, the team-mates spotted (Y/n), smirking and started taunting her from across the gym causing her to sink into her seat until she saw Kentaro step in front of you on the court with a deadly glare at them. As the game went on, Kentaro was hitting perfectly and extremely hard, so hard that their libero can't pick it up. After winning point after point, they destroyed the other team with dangerous energy radiating off of them. Kentaro ran up to (Y/N) and pulled her into a hug by the waist and took the water bottle she was holding and drank it. "You did amazing Ken!" (Y/n) smiled brightly and hugged him tightly but seeing the Inarizaki team glaring at her. "Thank you." Kentaro smiled at her and drank the water before gathering with the team. (Y/n) then ran off into a bathroom and into a stall as her heartbeat increased and her body started shaking violently with her mind thinking the worst. As she began to cry the door opened as well as the stall, "Well well well...look at the ugly pathetic little bitch, what a crybaby." Atsumu shoved her back into the side of the toilet causing her to hit her head and for it to start bleeding.

Kentaro was looking around for you as they lined up, when he realized one of the twins wasn't there and so he ran off, passing Atsumu and shoving him back with his shoulder as he ran into the bathroom and saw (Y/n) bleeding on the ground. He softly picked her up and sat her on the sink as he wet some towels and gently cleaned her head. "Who the fuck was it." He muttered; anger laced in his voice. She looked down and muttered softly, "I don't know..." "Thats bullshit!" His voice getting louder and deeper as he became angrier and more frustrated. She started crying and breaking down causing Kentaro to warp his arms around her, "I won't let them touch you again..." He muttered, his voiced now laced with concern and care. "Why do you care so much? My brother is paying you to watch me..." She continued to cry softly on his shoulder until he softly pulled her away and looked at her in the eyes, "You're much more than that to me, you are the only person I feel happy with." Kentaro confessed. "You're the only person who makes me feel safe..." She also confessed and leaned in softly. Kentaro leaned in as well, closing the small gap between them. She has expected his kiss to be rough, but it is soft and passionate, tasting like vanilla. After they pulled away and hugged each-other, (Y/n) muttered, "It was Atsumu..." Causing Kentaro's grip around her to tighten and him to nod.

As Kentaro and (Y/n) walked back to their team, holding hands, all eyes were on them. (Y/n) sat down next to Hajime who immediately saw the blood on her head and started asking many questions. Kentaro slipped away to the other side of the gym where he tapped on Atsumu's shoulder before punching him in the face and breaking his nose. "If you ever touch my girlfriend ever again, I will make sure your twin has to help you do everything for the rest of your life." Kentaro glared at them with all the anger he had been holding back and the blood of Atsumu dripping down his hand.

"She's mine."

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caxycreations · 9 months ago

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Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Eight: Application

Ferusian Law, Third Sequence, Article 2: Law of Union

Ferusian citizens are entitled to membership with any Union, Guild, or other organization of representatives and beneficiaries within their field. Employers are required to comply with all local Union and Guild guidelines.

Unions and Guilds within Ferus are subject to all federal laws and regulations, and cannot impose guidelines that contradict them.

Employers failing to adhere to Union or Guild guidelines are subject to blacklisting, a legally-recognized form of employment prevention which disallows an employer from benefitting from the work of Guild or Union members.

Unions and Guilds are permitted to set requirements and criteria for membership, but cannot revoke membership without approval from a local employment office.

Unions or Guilds found violating any law are subject to disbanding or forced leadership change.

I woke up with a start, eyes snapping wide open and scanning the room around me. My den, quiet and calm, even the TV had been turned off. Looking around, I found my phone on the floor, ringing and buzzing. Picking it up, I squinted at the screen, light flooding the room from the now-active device. It was only my alarm, no phone calls to worry about. Six in the morning, time to get up.

I set the phone down on the chair arm, stretching with a pop as my back reacted to the movement. Something white caught my vision in the darkness of the room, and a glance revealed it to be a small set of papers on the coffee table, along with a sticky note. Moving to sit at the couch to read, I stopped short of actually sitting, making my way instead over to the light switch and turning it on before sitting down.

The sticky note was from David.

"Hey big guy, you seemed so comfy so I didn't wanna wake you! But you should really look through this! I did, and I'm jealous!!"

It was signed with his name. I always found his signature a little cute. He dotted the 'I' of his name with a heart, and the 'D' at the end always had a squiggle coming off it that circled his whole name. It made me smile, and I couldn't help but sigh a little. He was probably asleep, and no telling when he would wake up. I looked at the papers he'd left me to look at, realizing it was the application form Kaleb had given me.

David had gone and brought the papers in from the truck for me to read. I'd made a deal with Kaleb, and now David encouraging me, I had no choice but to at least consider the work. I glanced through at first, most of it was standard application jargon, but something caught my eye. It was inked in, not typed like the rest. Added under the rest of the benefits after the fact.

"Priority scheduling for any weekend performance with one week's notice."

I glowered, eyes locked on the words. A snarl built up in my throat, and I almost tore the paper apart then and there. Priority scheduling? Was he testing me? Or did he think I was stupid? Tylvin's creative fields, like my own DJ work, were under the jurisdiction of the Tylvinian Artist's Guild. The Guild had strict rules, I couldn't accept any work by a blacklisted employer and if an employer tried to cut deals with me specifically, under the nose of the Guild, it was reason enough to blacklist them.

Worse still, if I accepted a deal like that, it was grounds for immediately revoking my membership. They'd have to argue it to the government, but with such a clear breach of terms they'd have my membership revoked in a day or less. Kaleb was risking himself doing this...And if I accepted the deal, I would be risking myself too.

I growled louder, furrowing my brow. This changed a lot of things. I could cross it out...Or I could take it to the Guild, show them what he had written. I could turn him in for breaking guidelines. But if I did that to one of the richest men in the country, I'd be putting a target on my back for sure. I sighed, setting the papers down and deciding to think on it more later.

I stood, stretching until my back popped, then made my way around the chair and past the bar counter, into the kitchen. After rifling through the fridge, I put some bacon in the oven alongside sliced chicken, setting a timer before heading to my office for my morning workout. When the timer went off, I set aside my weights to go eat. After breakfast, and a quick shower, redressing quietly to avoid waking David, I sat back at the chair to review the application again.

I read over the entire form, top to bottom, cover to cover, and lay my head in my hands. It was a fantastic offer. The benefits, the pay, everything was hard to pass up. But I couldn't help but feel I was fine as I was. I might not be shopping from the wealthier sections of the store, but I was doing fine with what I had. House was paid off by the time my parents had me, I could cover my internet bill just fine, and I had plenty for gas.

I didn't need the job, or the benefits. It wasn't like I would ever need health insurance with my nature. I closed my eyes, thinking it over, or trying to. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand resting on my shoulder. I looked up and saw David, dressed in a t-shirt and his boxers, his eyes on mine and worry on his face. His tail was curled around his waist and I sat up, patting my lap. I knew that look, and the body language made it clear. He'd had a nightmare. I'd learned years ago his nightmares were nothing to sneeze at.

"Alright there, Davey?" I asked, patting my lap again. He sat quietly on my lap, resting his head on my chest and shaking his head. I wrapped an arm around him and sighed. "Which one was it this time, bud?"

He looked up at me with watery eyes, then looked back down. "It was Mom this time..." He said shakily. "She was...She wasn't herself."

I nodded. "D'ya wanna talk 'bout it?" I asked softly, trying to keep my voice gentle.

He shook his head again and looked over at the table. "Were you filling out the application?" He asked, his voice still shaky. It was my turn to shake my head, giving his back a pat.

"Was jus' readin', haven't filled nothin' out yet. Ain't too sure I got any reason t' take'im up on th' offer." I said plainly. David picked up the application form, reading over it. I half-chuckled as I noticed him tense up, no doubt his eyes had landed on the very same note I'd stopped reading at initially.

"Is...he serious with this?" He asked, seeming more awake now, his voice less shaky. I gave a shrug, shaking my head a little.

"I ain't got th'foggiest idea. Could be testin' my resolve, or morals. Could be dead serious. I was jus' wonderin' if'n I should cross it out an' fill it out that way." I replied, looking at the papers in his hands. He looked over his shoulder at me, half-suspicious.

"Wondering...Does that mean you were thinking of filling it out...without crossing it off, mister?" he asked pointedly, poking a finger at my cheek warningly. I let out a chuckle, then hung my head in shame.

"I'll admit, I was thinkin' 'bout it. If'n I take th'job at all, might be nice to have a nice, consistent place t'make my name." I admitted, glancing down and sighing. "But I can't help but wonder if'n I even need th'work. I got what I need, y'know? Ain't like I need more."

He relaxed against me, shoulders lowering, shifting back ever so slightly. I smiled at that, seeing him visibly forgetting the stresses of his nightmare. He leaned forward to lay the papers on the table again before standing up and stretching. He turned to face me, shirt lifting a little with the twirl he did, the briefest flash of his white underbelly, the grey hips the waistband of his boxers were that slightest bit too low to cover.

"Ryder Trayson, you are one thick-headed wolf, you know that?" He said in irritation. "You have what you need right now, but what about when you can't do music anymore? Your royalties aren't going to keep you in this house then, and you know it. And even THINKING about signing that form without crossing out the one part of the whole thing that could get you blacklisted and out of a job is nuts!"

His frustration shocked me. I leaned back a little, and I could feel his stare burning into my eyes as he spoke. His hands found his hips and he leaned over, glaring into my eyes.

"You're gonna cross that line out and fill out that application, and you're gonna rock that job, because if you don't, how are you going to save up? Hm? You're paycheck to paycheck!" He half-yelled his words, frowning at me.

I thought about what he'd said for a second, and sighed, leaning forward and resting my arms over my knees. "You're right. I know, I don't need it now but I might later, but th'question is whether'r not I need it bad 'nuff t'sell myself t'that bastard Kaleb. I ain't that desperate."

He stood upright, looking at me. His eyes softened, brows going up a little and his frown twitched, growing a little deeper. "Is that why you think I took the job at the café with him? Because I was desperate?" He asked, voice starting to shake.

I realized I'd struck a nerve. Taken away his stress so easily, and just as swiftly given it back. I was supposed to be his source of comfort, his friend, and instead I'd been the reason he was hurt.

"You know that ain't what I meant by it, Davey...Shit, I'm sorry man I wasn't tryna say nothin' t'hurt ya...I jus' meant- I mean t'say I was' jus' tryna say I wasn't sure if workin' for Kaleb was th'right play." I said, trying hard to keep my words steady. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse.

He shook his head, moving to sit on the couch a couple feet away. I could feel the tightness in my chest, the quick pulse in my veins. He took it a lot worse than I'd meant it, and I had no clue how to make this better. He sighed, and I was worried things might get worse before they got better.

"It's fine. I just worry about you, big guy...I wanna know you're taken care of, and...And that you're okay," he said as he turned to look at me. "I care about you, even if you are a dummy sometimes..."

I nodded, looking away from him. I couldn't meet his eyes, not right now. Not after causing the tears that were welling up in them. Especially not when I didn't know how to make it right for-

I did know. I knew how to make it right for him. He wanted me to take the job. He wanted me to take the job the right way.

I reached for the pen, wrapping my fingers around it. I leaned over the table, my other hand holding the paper in place. I heard David say something, but barely processed it. Page one, filled out. Another word from David. Page two, done. Three, four, all signed and sealed.

I looked at the inked in line at the bottom of the last page, furrowing my brow. I didn't care why he put it there anymore. I growled, lips curling back as my throat rumbled, baring my teeth to the page.

He thought he could buy my loyalty with illicit promises.

He thought he could test my resolve with the idea of better treatment.

He thought he could intimidate me.

He thought wrong.

I dug my pen into the page, practically carving lines of ink into the page rapidly, hand shaking. By the time I was done, there were small scratches into the paper where the tip of the pen had dug in too deeply. I was grateful the other side of the page was blank.

I glared at the mark, a light growl rumbling up in my throat. I had half a mind to tear the paper to shreds, to destroy the source of my anger, destroy the symbol of Kaleb's intentions, his 'offer' to me. I was stopped by a soft touch on my shoulder.

I relaxed immediately, growl stopping in an instant. Looking over my shoulder, I saw David standing beside me, a hand tentatively on my shoulder. His brows were furrowed, his lips parted, eyes shaking slightly. Fear. David was afraid. I'd scared him.

"Ryder, it's...It's just paper..." He said hesitantly. I took a deep breath in, eyes flicking to the paper before returning my attention to David. He had woken up, groggy and scared. I'd made it worse, and here he was still trying to help me calm down.

I nodded, standing up and giving him a hug. I closed my eyes when I felt his arms wrap around me in kind, and I took in another deep breath. This little caxy was incredible. He was kind, and patient, and considerate. Trying to take care of me even while he was in need of comfort himself.

It reminded me why we'd been friends for so long. Reminded me why I was so in...So determined to keep him safe. I let go and smiled, heading for the kitchen. I heard a soft mrow from behind, and chuckled.

"I've done had breakfast, but y'ain't had nothin' but tears an' stress. Lemme make ya somethin', anythin' at all. Jus' name it." I said with a smirk. I rolled my head, popping my neck and pushing my thoughts towards cooking and away from all the stress, and other feelings.

"Are you sure? If you've already cooked today then it's not fair for you to have to cook again just cause I woke up later." He said softly. I chuckled, already looking in the fridge to find something he'd like. I got an idea, and grabbed the milk, heading for the cabinets next.

"I'm sure, man. Y'had enough stress. Y'really think I'm gonna let ya add t' that by makin' ya cook?" I said playfully. I knew he loved to cook, but I knew just as well that he learned to love it out of necessity. If I could take that away, even for a meal or two here and there, it was a win in my book.

A little prep time and a bit of idle chatter later, and David was sitting on one of the bar stools at my counter, chowing down on a bowl of cheesy tuna and pasta, tail swaying freely and happily. I was across the counter from him, leaned over and smiling, my tail wagging slowly behind me. I looked over to the clock and sighed to myself.

"Ain't it 'bout time for th'coffee shop t'open?" I asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. This was normally when David was heading out on his morning shifts, and I was more than ready to have those papers out of my house. The longer they sat under my roof, the more infected the home felt. I made a mental note to scrub the table they sat on once I got home.

"Hm?" He asked, mouth still full of pasta as he looked up at me with wide curious eyes. He swallowed hard, barely chewing the food in the process before nodding. I half expected him to say something else, but he just re-immersed himself in the food, taking another spoonful and shoveling it into his mouth.

I chuckled, shaking my head and standing upright. I headed for the coffee table, scooping up the papers and folding them, putting them in my pocket. "Alright, well I'mma head t'the cafe an' drop these off for th'lil prick. Y'comin' with?"

He nodded excitedly and swallowed another bite. "Yep! Mind dropping me off at the mall afterwards? I woke up to a text from Trace asking me to meet him and Moss in the food court today, I'll let him know I'll be there in about half an hour."

I gave a nod, smiling and heading for the door, grabbing my keys on the way. David started to skip after me and I had to put a hand up to stop him. "Much as I love th'view'a that ass, I don't love it enough t'let my best friend get arrested fer public indecency." I joked. He giggled, turning and wiggling his butt at me a little.

"You mean you don't wanna just stare at this aaaalllll day?" He joked back, and I rolled my eyes. He skipped off towards my room to find some of his spare clothes, and I headed for the truck. A little later and David joined me, and we headed for the cafe.

Kaleb wasn't there yet, if he was going to be at all, but I was able to leave my application with the barista. Another short drive and I was dropping David off at the mall. I'd intended to just drop him off and go, but the call with Davina played back in my head and I gave a smile.

"Hey, do me a favor, man?" I called out to David from the window. He turned, skipping back over and leaning on the door with a smile.

"What'cha need, big guy?" He asked curiously.

"When y'see Trace an' Moss, once y'all've had a chance t' talk a lil, mind sendin' th' pup out my way? Been a while since we got t' talk, jus' th' two'a us. Missin' th' lil nibling." I asked.

He nodded, giggling and heading back for the entrance. I pulled into the nearest parking space and pulled out my phone, texting the space number to David and leaning back in my seat. I closed my eyes, figuring with those three it could be a while. I opened them long enough to pull the key and stuff it in my pocket before laying back again, resting my eyes and waiting for Moss.

#Tylvinian Tales #TTC8 #writeblr #original writing #my writing

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kaleidoscopic-quiddity · 11 months ago

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ok wait now i wanna talk abt weird/interesting things from my experience getting top surgery. ive seen other ppl talk abt some of these things b4 but not all of em

i thought my surgeon was gonna do the incision, like, underneath the curve of my tiddies?? he ended up kinda slicing thru the middle of them, so my scars run over the middle of my pecs, not underneath them

speaking of; ig my pecs are more developed than i thought since my chest isnt like perfectly flat but rather both my pecs have a layer of fat/flesh on them and i can feel the muscle underneath

also the dip/space inbetween from when i had tiddies looks p much exactly the same, my surgeon said sometimes it ends up buldging out and a revision is needed but thankfully that didnt happen to me

the discharge nurse let me know afterwards that my tits were 11 kilograms (right 6kg and left 5kg) like no fucking wonder i have back pain at the tender age of 19

so yknow how pain raises ur body temp and makes u sweat?? immediately upon waking up i was so warm and damp i told a nurse id soiled myself and needed a change of underwear, i hadnt! i was just really fucking sweaty lol

i also threw up twice after waking up (fortunately into containers both times), turns out anesthetic doesnt agree w/ me, also it was like a dark bottle green?? since id been fasting from the night b4 ig i was bringing up nothing but bile

pre-surgery they cldnt get the IV in my left hand and had to switch to my right and ig that made my heart rate pick up bc one of the asistants immediately came by my head and talked to me to calm me down, he was rlly nice :)

im p sure i conked out within seconds of them getting the IV in and starting up the anesthetic too, none of that 'count back from 10' shit, i took like 2 and a half deep breathes and was OUT

from a combination of the iodine and natural swelling/bruising my chest looked REALLY yellow for like 3 weeks after surgery

i got sent home the same day i got my surgery, they keep some ppl over night if theres complications but apparantly i was all good to go after resting in the post-op ward for few hours

speaking of, i woke up, puked, got some water, dicked around on tumblr, called my mum, took an 'i lived bitch' selfie, slept for a few hours, woke up, went on tumblr again, got dressed w/ some help from a nurse, pissed (by myself, woo!), and then got discharged

my scars are uneven! my left incision goes further under my armpit than my right one, and my scars vary in thickness, it actually looks kinda like ive got two scars on my left side bc it thins out so much in the middle for a few milimeters

my nipples are also a lil uneven and they ended up puckering up as they healed so i kinda looks like ive always got stiff nips oops, also theyre more brown than pink

apparantly that might be bc they took the nipple graft from my areaola bc they werent able to graft the actual nipple, idk ¯_(ツ)_/¯, obvi it doesnt look perfectly like a cis guy's nipples but i knew the chances of achieving that were relatively small + p dependent on how i healed so like im not too bothered by it

my surgeon used dissolvable stitches and one of em ended up poking out thru my scar a lil b4 it disolved, which was weird

showering w/ a plastic sandwich bag duct taped to ur chest so u dont get ur scars and nips wet is An Experience TM i'll tell u that

my scars stretched!! it happens!! esp if u raise ur arms, which u will inevitably have to do eventually, idk if they'll ever fade on their own or if i'll need scar revision treatment in the future but fortunately they didnt go keloid

my surgeon used what he called crosshatched stitching rather than drains so that saved me a lot of discomfort, i DID get a slight build up of like, i think around 40ish mls of fluid in my left side a few weeks after surgery, but my surgeon dealt w/ it by p much just poking it w/ a syringe and draining it out lol

which i didnt even feel him do at the time bc of the nerve damage lmao, which was weird asf since i could very much SEE him sticking the needle in but couldnt feel it at all

i regained my mobility like, straight away?? my surgeon said bc im young + relatively healthy it was likely that id bounce back from surgery quick but like,, i had none of the exhaustion, pain, or immobility ive seen ppl describe??

i couldnt lift my arms very high for a while obvi but like i was fine dressing myself and even washing my own hair if i just leaned over

having to sleep upright for a few weeks after surgery was v annoying since i usually rotate like a shawarma trying to find a comfy sleeping position

the post-op chest binder was sensory hell bc it was scratchy and it kept slipping down my back since it had no shoulder straps, also i accidentally bruised my ribs a lil bit by wearing it too tight oops, the fuckin relief i felt when they told me i cld stop wearing it

the post-op 'please wear these at all times so u dont get thrombosis' socks were p comfy tho, idk why they didnt cover my toes tho

regaining the sensation around ur scars is weird! my right side's been completely fine but ig bc my left scar is thicker + longer ive been getting some pain n tightness, its not a persistent issue or anything but its just kind weird bc ive never had any surgeries or major injuries to heal from before this one

u will have to get ur boobs felt up and examined probaby multiple times b4 surgery, this will feel very different from touching ur own boobs and, in my case, was ticklish??

my posture has improved somewhat since getting top surgey, what not having 11kg of weight hanging off ur chest and compressing it in towards ur ribs/spine for roughly 9 hours a day will do to a mf ig

#ftm #transgender #top surgery #og post //#uuuh fine to rb ig lol

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lavenoon · 2 years ago

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Hiya! I went to have a nap to get rid of a headache and ended up having a small dream of Hatchling AU but with a slight twist.

After the angst of one of the boys snapping at them, instead of just bowing out of missions/avoiding them, they swap time slots entirely. Now instead of working the Day, they work at Night and interact with Dusk.

They thought maybe this would work out better for them and it did!... For a bit. Dusk also snaps at them, scaring them in the same way in the little angst drabble you wrote.

Robin starts thinking that maybe being an agent isn't what they thought it be and starts second guessing themselves to the max. Robin, desperate for some form of 'good enough', asks to get swapped to Tech in the guise of 'will improve my performance if i could make these work/fit better'.

Robin is unaware of how well they've actually been doing because of Dawn and Dusk's reactions to them and the Heads (cant remember the word) decided that if this really good up-and-coming agent will work better with gear/tech made by themself then hell yeah.

Robin gets to work in the labs/on tech for as long as they want so long as they accept any mission the Heads deem as needing their immediate attention. Robin agrees and that's where they've been for a few weeks now.

They've managed to dodge Dusk and Dawn while heading to the labs and neither know where Robin went.

Dawn and Dusk both still want to apologize but their little thief/bird has vanished, leading them to thinking they may have quit or been fired.

The Heads send them a mission detailing they need to use a special device/trinket a lab tech made and have to go pick it up.

Not in the mood to be dealing with another person that probably doesn't like them/is afraid of them they barge right in.

The Tech tells them to hold for just a moment so they can grab the device. A moment that told them that the Tech was Robin.

Robin turns around, with their mask on, mid-explanation of the new device only to freeze at the realization of who they're debriefing to.

I woke up after that.

As I type this i have no idea how the living/home set up would work (maybe the tenant thing didn't happen in this version) since the dream never left the agent side of things.

I also have no idea if the other ever found out that they started getting visited/working with the person their counterpart was annoyed with.

I'm going to have another nap now because typing this out without glasses brought the headache back.

Hope you have a wonderful day/night dear, Take Care!

Oh I am totally normal about you dreaming of Hatchling AU totally totally

I went a little off the rails, so the rest goes under the cut - 1.7K words, and I won't apologize <3

So like this the neighbor thing really wouldn't work - only creating more isolation for Robin. They go home to an empty house, and they have nothing to soften the blow of everything happening at work.

So when Dawn snaps at them, they decide to take the hint and just switch shifts entirely. There they run into Dusk - and they're already more hesitant about everything.

That's a bit of a speedrun there - because Robin then obviously finds out there's another celestial animatronic star agent, one they haven't been aware of at all. And Dusk knows of the newbie Robin too - so it's not hard to connect them back to the agent Dawn used to work with. He's quiet, not as flashy as Dawn, and doesn't outright snap at them - so that's good?

Dusk has to wonder just how much Dawn exaggerated, because what he sees is a quiet agent who is obviously still having new job jitters. There's none of the crazy ideas or impulsive comments that Sun always complained about, and he wonders how much of that was exaggeration or maybe just an indication that they weren't suited for the undercover work.

They do look happy parkouring, and he doesn't begrudge them the glee of that - it's the first time in a long time that he doesn't look for the fastest way to a target, but rather the most thrilling one. And they keep up!

So for Dusk, this is an arrangement he can live with, even if he feels a bit like a babysitter for the rookie sometimes. Dawn meanwhile goes through much of the same, more agents refusing to work with him, and then he hears from his counterpart that Robin works with him now and has undergone a rather drastic personality change, and somehow... That doesn't feel right.

Dusk also doesn't stay happy for too long, because when there's a group of hostiles and Robin is just way too reckless? They can't take that seriously either, and suddenly he knows what Dawn was talking about.

That... Maybe isn't the most tactful thing to point out while he's making sure they aren't bleeding out from their freshly acquired stab wound.

Robin doesn't say anything after that.

They're dead silent, and don't look at him anymore.

He's obviously not surprised when they don't come back for a while - but when weeks turn into months and there's no sign of them again, he does kind of get antsy.

Because Sun and Moon continue to share notes, and Moon does feel bad about his almost panicked comment that, well... He wasn't actually angry, just frenzied by the newbie he decided he'd keep an eye on actually getting stabbed while he was there. Sun of course also isn't happy - somehow hearing that Moon threw Dawn's words back at Robin in that kind of situation also makes him think that he wasn't quite the friendliest person either. He didn't even give them the benefit of doubt - and their sudden personality shift does make him think.

They somewhat settle for the thought that Robin quit after getting stabbed - surely that just wasn't what they signed up for. And while it hurts to think that they'd never get to apologize, they feel like a short-lived rivalry is better than a short-lived rival.

So when Dawn is instructed to pick up a new spy device from the labs, he's certainly not expecting to see a familiar face. (It does explain the almost ridiculous design of the device, but he can't deny that it could work)

They don't expect to see him there either though. And, oops, they aren't really in the mood to be bubbly or quiet now (: He gets a glare, before they turn back again, continuing with their explanation of the device in a much sharper tone than before.

Dawn deflates, just a little. He did that - Dusk and him, both of them.

"You still work here," also isn't quite the best way to voice his surprise, as gentle as he does it. Because Robin has had enough. They snap around to him, barely contained fury evident in their expression.

"What, expected I was fired for being that much of a failure?"

Uh oh.

If there were anyone else in the room, they might have been surprised at the ruthless star agent pacifyingly raising his hands and stepping back from the tiny in comparison lab tech now glaring daggers at him. Hell, even Dawn is surprised that this is his course of action. But still, he's proud, and he needs to set the record straight.

"That's not what I said -"

"Yeah, but you said plenty. And Dusk made sure I remember, too."

They turn their back again, and Dawn... Dawn doesn't like this, at all. None of this. They sound sad and angry and almost crushed and he hates that. That's not how they're supposed to be.

So for the first time in ever, maybe, he swallows his pride.

"We were wrong. I was wrong. To say those things, and for how I said them. I'm sorry."

If he had a tongue, he'd bite it, but even so the excuses and justifications struggle to escape anyway. They have no place here, and even Dawn is aware of that.

Robin doesn't react past hunching their shoulders, but he can't see their expression.

"... Didn't know you know those words. So what, how's Dusk gonna surprise me?"

He clenches his fingers, then slowly unfurls them again. Easy, easy - do not snap at the newbie. That's what caused this mess in the first place.

"Dusk watched you get stabbed. He was concerned, and acted out of line, and I'm sure he'll apologize himself. I cannot and will not do that on his behalf."

"It's great that he watched, I didn't quite get to. Was a bit too dark."

"The lights -"

Robin throws him a withering look past their shoulder. He flinches back, and not just because of how their eyes shine with tears they're holding back.

"I was preventing the lights from being turned on. Dusk was busy, he didn't even see the guy aiming for the switch - and I didn't see the knife. We're even."

Wait. Wait a moment - gears start turning, and Dawn's eyes widen in realization. Dusk saw, and Robin didn't -

"He was using nightvision. The sudden light would have overloaded his optics, blinding him for at least a few seconds - if not damage them entirely."

Seconds of blindness or even total loss of vision - neither are good in a fight. And Dusk didn't even see? Didn't even pay attention?

It seems he trusted his little rival more than he was even aware of.

Robin continues to mumble, fiddling with the device in front of them, unaware of his little moment.

"I wasn't sure. I just know how afterimages work, and nightvision binoculars. I was thinking. Just not enough."

"You were thinking more than him. Or me, for that matter. We both got used to our routine, and that's on us, not you. We falsely took it out on you."

Because isn't that exactly what he did? Got angry at them for thinking outside the box he built around himself?

Robin turns back to him, sizing him up - as if they hadn't seen him before. Fresh eyes, maybe, or a new light now. Maybe they're a bit of a sucker, but they haven't forgiven either of them yet - they just want to, because they don't enjoy the grudges. They also, deep down, still crave that validation - the acknowledgment of the star agents. Having one of them admit to his own mistakes and apologize seems like a reasonable first step. Maybe there's hope for them yet.

But they're also curious, and now thinking of routines and being stuck in old ways helps a certain question they kept to themself resurface.

"... How'd you two get this job?"

Dawn wants to balk, shoot it down - where did that come from? It's irrelevant, and frankly -

And frankly, the hesitant look on Robin's face extinguishes all the fight in him. He's not Eclipse, he can mention some things without revealing his entire identity.

"We have family, at another location. Code name Horizon -"

Their eyes light up, and he wonders if they've worked with his blueprints before. They sure had all the opportunities at the lab.

"- and he got us the job. We were transferred, to keep the risk to a minimum, but we got in."

"That's lonely."

He doesn't want to think about that.

"And you, little thief? Got caught stealing?"

The deflection works - they smile, and puff out their chest just a little.

"Got scouted. Guess how. ... Not the stealing."

Dawn laughs softly, just for a moment, but the amusement rings in his tone, too.

"With you, I wouldn't be surprised if you simply walked in and declared yourself an agent."

It catches them off guard, and they snort - a hand flying up to cover their mouth immediately, but he heard. It gives him hope, too.

"... Almost. Caught someone on the roof during their smoke break, and apparently me dodging the alarms was cause enough to drag me right in and well, a job that condones climbing around on other people's property? I got excited."

But then their expression falls again, and their shoulders slump. They aren't doing that anymore, or any of the other things that excited them about this job. They're just hoping to not mess this up, too - it's all they have left here.

Dawn notices, too, and does correctly reach the assumption that they grieve the fun they used to have. And as much as it stings, he also knows a single conversation won't fix that.

That's okay. He'll come back - and he's sure Dusk will, too, as soon as he tells him about this development. For now, he points towards the spy device still lying on the table.

"Tell me how it works. I'll take it seriously."

Because that's what he can offer. He can be professional, and he can treat them as an equal - he didn't before, but he'll be sure to do so now.

Robin smiles, if a little hesitant.

"Take it with some fun, too. You could use it."

... Yeah, maybe he could.

#answer let luce #darklighthedgehog #accidentally undercover #au alt timeline #hatchling au #so this is the most jumbled timeline and also kind of the worst for robin I won't lie #im so sorry my baby #ofc not canon n all but the stabbing lore and also how robin got scouted ill tentatively call canon #stabbing lore ofc only for rival dusk timelines #ill find a reason how they got stabbed in rival dawn timelines too not to worry <3 #totally normal sentences to type lmao #almost work again lets go lets goo #and I hope your headache went away!!#drink enough and take care!!

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marcholasmoth · 1 month ago

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OSRR: 3706

today was a decent day. didn't feel like a monday but it was nice regardless.

i woke up and called my therapist back because i'd missed her call, and she called me back around 10:45 or so and i got to tell her about my polygraph.

crawled back into bed for a bit and just scrolled for an hour or so, until mom texted me and asked me to do a few things for her. so i got up and took a shower and got dressed and then i went and watched a little bit of NCIS with my mom before heading to the grocery store for a list that was very long. i did get almost everything on the list, which was good.

as i left i wanted to get lunch from mcnaldos, but i remembered the fudgsicles in the back seat so i just headed home instead of stopping because the lines were so long. i thought about and intended to go back out but i just said "screw it" and stayed at home.

unloaded and put away the groceries, switched up the laundry, brought stuff up to momma. she was sleepin a bit, so i woke her up for snacks.

in the meantime, i was wondering when leo would wake up and i picked my phone up just after i had been thinking about it, and he'd texted! seeing his name pop up on my phone is always a delight. makes me smile really big.

texted a bit before he left for work, but as he left he called me and told me something he saw - the back of his ex girlfriend's car had been completely smashed in, and he had to call and tell me that. i have been laughing about it all afternoon because she as a person generally sucks. and while it sucks to have your car ruined,,,, well. i'm not gonna say it. i don't think it needs to be said.

BUT when leo called my mom was right in the room with me and i laughed so hard and i had to tell my mom immediately afterward. but i have to say it was an absolute delight to hear his voice. i love his voice so much. i love his face and his brain and his voice and his willingness to take initiative and to listen and be attentive and active and present and i love it so much. he's so good to me.

the rest of the afternoon and evening was spent sitting with my momma watching the flash and texting leo. it's been a good time.

we discussed certain foods and things we like. he asked how i get steaks done and i told him "i preface any order of steak i make at a restaurant with an apology" because it's completely true and so many people think a well-done steak is an abomination. they're not right but they're also not wrong. a dry steak is an abomination. a charcoal puck steak is an abomination. a fully-cooked juicy steak is not.

but we've just been chatting. and it seems like i'm not the only one who gets attached really quickly and ends up needing to protect themselves because most relationships with friends and everyone ends in disappointment except for this one which is incredible and i need it injected directly into my cells.

anyway. that's today's post. i'm exhausted.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3700s #sweet boy

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Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader (Chapter 24)

Chapter 1

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“Hey, (f/n). Finally you're awake. Took you long enough”, I heard a soft, familiar chuckle.

“Rue?”, I whispered in disbelief.

I opened my eyes and saw her sitting on her bed smiling at me.

I pulled the comfortable blanket off of me and sat up.

We were in our room back in district 11, victor's village.

“What are we doing here?”, I wondered.

“What do you mean? This is our home now. Aren't we supposed to be here?”

I hesitated for a moment. “But Rue. You're … dead.”

She looked at me concerned. “Did you have that nightmare again? Don't worry. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere”, she reassured me.

I stumbled to my feet and enclosed her in a tight embrace. Breathing was feeling impossible right now out of pure relief.

Had it really just been a dream? Another cruel nightmare? I could not quite believe that, but I desperately wanted to.

Rue took my hand and pulled me with her. “Come on! You promised me to climb onto the trees and eat some fruits!”

On the way through the house I noticed unusual silence.

“Rue? Where are Mary and the kids?”

“Visiting somebody I don't know. I volunteered to stay here and look out for you. Just in case you get a panic attack again.”

We skillfully climbed onto a plum tree and Rue picked each of us one.

She handed me mine and bit into hers with a bright smile.

“Delicious!”, she exclaimed happily. “Aren't you going to eat?”, she questioned, her eyes wandering down to the untouched fruit in my hand.

“Rue, you hate plums”, I recalled.

“Do I?”, she replied confused.

“Yeah. When you tried one you couldn't even swallow it.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Seems like I changed my mind.”

“This isn't real, is it? We're not in district 11 and you're not ...”, I could not finish my sentence.

“Why are you so strange since you woke up? Has the nightmare been so terrible?”, she asked worried again.

“No. Stop! Stop it, Rue! I know you aren't alive anymore”, I mumbled, starting to get a headache.

“What are you talking about? I'm right here!”

She was looking at me as if I was insane. Like the others had looked at Johanna in the arena when she had provocatively challenged Snow.

“Where's Johanna?”, I questioned.

“In district 7 of course.”

“What about Seeder?”

“I don't know. I haven't seen her today.”

I jumped down the tree and left victor's village.

“Where are you going?”, Rue called after me.

I just kept walking without giving her an answer.

I froze in place when I saw the rest of the district. It was completely abandoned.

I thrashed around toward Rue who was looking upset now.

“Stop playing with me! What is all of this about?”, I growled at her as an immense pain settled inside my chest again.

“What's gotten into you?”, Rue seemed scared.

My lovely, little Rue scared of me?

“My mind is messing with me, isn't it? Am I dreaming or dead?”

Her gaze switched from scared to sad.

“That's up to you”, she admitted.

I took a step back. “Up to me?”

“It depends. Do you want to go back? You could also stay here with me. We could do everything we want without having to fear any consequences. We could be free. Together.”

I sank to the ground as my feet refused to support me any longer. Tears were blurring my sight.

“You can't do this to me, Rue”, I whispered. “If I can go back, then I don't have a choice. I promised Johanna to return and I haven't kept my promise to you yet. Panem isn't free as long as people like Snow and Coin manage to have power.”

My little sister smiled at me. “I didn't expect any less. But don't worry. I'll be waiting for you and hope it'll take a while until our reunion.”

The sunlight intensified taking my vision from me.

A few seconds later I noticed that it had been the lights of an unfamiliar room blinding me, a hospital room.

I was feeling light-headed, but no pain. The morphling was dripping into my body steadily.

Johanna? Was she really standing next to me?

She had immediately jumped up and was yelling something, her gestures wild and furious.

What was she saying?

Her hair had grown a lot since I had last seen her. Now I could actually call it hair again and not just bristle.

Was all of this real now or was I still dreaming? I could not differentiate it anymore.

Why was it so silent? It was making me tired …

“Finally you're awake again!”, I heard Johanna's voice when I opened my eyes again.

Confusion filled me. How many times had I woken up? What had been a dream and what had been reality?

“Jo ...”, I uttered with a hoarse voice.

“So you hear me?”, she questioned.

I nodded uneasily.

I wanted to say something else, but my throat was hurting badly.

Carefully I sat up and took the glass of water standing on the small table beside my bed. But it slipped out of my hand and Johanna caught it just in time.

Since when was a glass of water so heavy?

“Take it easy. You'll get your scolding later”, Johanna promised and helped me drinking.

I would have never imagined her in such a position. It did not suit her, but that made me appreciate her behavior even more.

“What happened?”, I wondered.

Johanna took a deep breath. “You were in the Capitol and accompanied Katniss on the way toward Snow, remember?”

I simply nodded.

“You were hit by an explosion that almost killed you. Didn't I tell you not to be reckless?! And Finnick told me everything! I don't even know where to start …!”

I weakly put my hand over hers. “Didn't you say the scolding would follow later?”, I reminded her with a smile.

She growled in frustration and gently took my hand.

“What's my state?”

“Actually, they've barely been able to save your right leg and you lost your hearing. It's artificial now.”

That shocked me. Honestly I was not noticing a difference.

“So I did wake up before?”, I reassured.

“Yeah. I was scolding you for being so fucking reckless, but you just passed out again without any reaction.”

Maybe I could be grateful for the temporary loss of my hearing as Johanna had apparently calmed down by now.

Suddenly an image flashed into my mind. Katniss, Prim, me and the explosion.

“What about the others? Finnick, Peeta, Gale, Cressida, Pollux, Katniss, Prim. Are they alright?”

“Katniss woke up a few days ago. She's been in a similar state as you. Prim didn't make it.”

The explosion resounded in my ears. When was all of this finally going to stop? I could not take it anymore!

In my mind several images of Prim replayed. And at one point they started overlapping with Rue's until I saw a world where they had been friends. It felt suffocating.

“Stop it”, I whined.

“Please stop!”, I cried out putting my hands over my ears as if I could shut out my own mind.

The smell of pine needles got me back to reality.

I was resting in Johanna's arms who was holding the bundle she had gotten from Katniss inside her hand.

When my eyes met hers I recognized that she was still overwhelmed with comforting me, but honestly she was doing great. I wished I could just stay here in this safe haven forever, but life was not that easy.

“I have to see Katniss.”

“No way! You're both too weak for that right now”, Johanna declined.

Maybe she was right about that. I was feeling utterly exhausted, like each movement was using up all my energy.

For the next days Johanna insisted that I fully concentrated on my recovery. No one was allowed to see me before I had rested properly.

Burn wounds were covering my whole body and if the exhaustion did not make me feel dizzy, the morphling was taking over that task.

Slowly I learned walking again. At first I had not been able to walk without Johanna's support, but I improved quickly. I exhausted myself as much as possible to stop myself from thinking, which was easy as I had almost no energy left.

After countless days Finnick and Annie visited me.

“Hey, (f/n)”, they greeted me with a smile.

Thankfully they did not bother to ask me how I was feeling.

In the meantime Johanna watched them carefully.

“Is your child alright?”, I wondered.

“Yeah, he's growing healthily”, Finnick ensured.

“Wait! He?”

“Yes. We're getting a little boy”, Annie announced happily.

It was relieving to see and hear something positive after everything else had appeared to break down.

Suddenly Annie took my hand, tears visible in her eyes.

I heard Johanna moving on her chair, but she did not interject.

“Thank you so much”, Annie whispered. “Finnick told me what you did. I can never make up for it, but I want you to know how grateful I am.”

I smiled reassuringly at her. “I just saved a friend and ally. I'd have never forgiven myself if I hadn't tried.”

Annie hugged me and Finnick joined in while pulling Johanna toward us.

“What the hell?”, Johanna exclaimed, but did not seriously resist.

Would now finally come the time where we could be friends without having to fear to threaten each other? Without having to fear the next misery coming over us?

It took a while until I was dismissed from the hospital.

Johanna and I moved into an old victor's apartment as we wanted to wait for Snow's execution, before going … where? We had not talked about that yet. About our future at all. Most likely because having a future had always been something unpredictable as a victor.

Honestly there were more important matters for me right now as Panem was still not free. My promise had not been fulfilled yet.

Several days later Johanna and I were called to Snow's palace where Katniss was living at the moment.

I had not seen her since the explosion and I was anxious about it. I had not wanted Katniss and me to know how the other had been feeling due to Rue's death. But now we had switched roles.

How was I supposed to look her in the eye? Prim had been in my reach and yet she had died and I had survived. Though my worries seemed to be meaningless right now as I did not get a chance to speak to Katniss in private.

When we arrived the other victors were placed around a conference table.

Katniss arrived last.

Seeder was not here. Did that mean …?

“What's up here?”, Katniss wondered.

“We dunno”, Haymitch responded. “Seems to be a gathering of the remaining victors.”

“Only we are left?”, Katniss exclaimed surprised.

“The price of fame”, Beetee declared. “Both sides shot at us. The Capitol killed the victors it considered rebels and the other way around.”

“And what is she doing here then?” Johanna glared at Enobaria.

“She's protected by something we call the mockingjay deal”, Coin explained while entering the room. “Katniss Everdeen agreed to be the mockingjay in exchange for impunity of the captured victors. Katniss kept her part of the deal, so we are keeping ours.”

Enobaria smiled provocatively at Johanna. Did she have a death wish after all?

“Don't think too much of it. We're going to kill you anyway”, Johanna grumbled at Enobaria.

“I asked you to come here to talk with you about something”, Coin announced bluntly as always. “Today we will execute Snow. During the last weeks hundreds of his allies have gotten their verdict, now waiting for their execution as well. But the suffering in the districts has been so great that many think that the death of those allies wouldn't be enough. They want all Capitol citizens to die. But of course we cannot agree to that. But there is an alternative.

As my colleagues and I cannot find collective solution, we decided to let you, the victors, decide. The majority has to vote for it to accept it. The suggestion is: Instead of annihilating the whole population of the Capitol, we will hold symbolic Hunger Games for a last time with the children, nephew's, niece's and grandchildren of those who had the most power.”

Shock and disbelief filled the room.

“What?”, Johanna was the first to speak.

“We will hold Hunger Games one more time with the Capitol's children”, Coin repeated.

“Are you kidding?”, Peeta exclaimed.

“Of course not. There's one thing left: If you decide for it, it will be published that you voted for it, although just commonly and not which victor decided for what to guarantee your safety”, Coin added.

“Was that Plutarch's idea?”, Haymitch questioned.

“It was mine”, Coin clarified. “It seems like a good compromise between the wish for revenge and the loss of as few lives as possible. You can vote now.”

My intuition had been right the whole time. What was great about switching from Snow to Coin? This idea just clarified that she was not any better than Snow.

The Hunger Games had to stop! Revenge would only lead to more revenge! It was an endless circle of hate and suffering.

“No!”, Peeta burst out. “Of course I vote with no! There shouldn't be more Hunger Games!”

“Actually why not?”, Johanna shot back. “I think it's just fair. Snow has a granddaughter after all. I vote with yes.”

“Me too”, Enobaria agreed almost uninterested. “Let's make them pay.”

“But that's exactly what we fought against! Don't you remember?”, Peeta interjected.

“Peeta's right. We fought to change something, not to repeat the same mistakes over and over again. I vote with no”, Finnick resonated.

“Me too. We out of all people know how it is to participate in the Hunger Games. How could we wish that onto anyone?”, Annie added getting Beetee's approval.

“Then it's up to you three. (f/n), Haymitch, Katniss”, Coin addressed us.

Everything inside of me screamed to vote with no. But something stopped me. The fact that Katniss out of all people had not uttered a word yet.

“I vote with yes … for Prim”, Katniss proclaimed.

Did she know that Coin had actually killed Prim and almost us too? I could not imagine Katniss to vote for more Hunger Games without a greater meaning behind it. She had been furious when Gale had lost himself over revenge. And she would never taint Prim with the blood of innocent children for her selfish wish for revenge either.

It did not make any sense. There had to be another reason.

Haymitch seemed to have the same realization as he was eyeing Katniss thoroughly. “I follow the mockingjay”, he finally stated beside Peeta's protests.

Everyone was looking anxiously at me. My vote would decide over it: “Me too.”

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