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hey girly please can you do one with marc bernal where heâs super clingy after his injury and he just wants to be babied, tysm xxx
Generous heart â Marc bernal.
Pairing: Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend had never been a clingy person, but it seems this injury had changed him more than you thought.
Word count: 560+
Disclaimer/s: Acl injury, pain, light angst to comfort. mostly fluff though !
A/N: When do the injuries end UGHHH. Come back soon diva
Marcâs parents had been allowing you to stay over for the night more and more. Ever since his injury, they had claimed heâd been more down than usual, but whenever you came around, suddenly his spirits were lifted and he felt.. well, the closest thing to normal someone could with the injuries heâd sustained.
While sitting up in his bed, Marc uncomfortably moved around. At some points heâd wince in pain, trying to disguise his discomfort by looking to the side. Each time youâd remind him that he needed to verbally tell you if something was hurting, rather than pretending it wasnât there.
So, youâd convinced him to just lay down, which he did, but not without pulling you down with him. A soft laugh escaped your lips as he tugged on your arm.
âLay down with me.â He huffs, looking up at you with a forced scowl.
âChillax, iâm going to!â You grin, slowly inching yourself from a sitting position down to a lying one. The second you were flat against his bed, he pulled you closer, using his right arm to slip under your head.
Once he was satisfied with the position, your head resting on his shoulder, he bent his head down to place a kiss to the top of your head.
You smile at the gesture before unlocking your phone and opening TikTok, scrolling mindlessly through the videos as Marc watched with you.
Thats how most of your days and nights spent together went. He would have you cuddle with him and watch whatever you had on your phone. In fact, heâd prefer you nearly laying on top of him on your phone, than you giving him space and sitting beside him.
Marc was never this.. cuddly before. You werenât complaining, though. Just to make that clear. You loved it, in fact. But, it was new, and each time you couldnât help but smile the whole time. You liked this part of him, the one you hadnât seen much until recently.
âWait!â He suddenly says, making your eyes widen and shoot up to him, âI wasnât done with that video, scroll up.â
Letting out a long breath, you huff. âHoly shit, you scared me!â
A guilty look passes across his face, âsorry..â He says sheepishly, âjust scroll up, please?â
Nodding, you scroll back to the last video. âLet me know when I can continue.â You chuckle.
âWill do.â He hums, âhey, wait.â
Groaning, you pause the video. âYes?â You meet his gaze once again and youâre met with a smug smirk. Great.
âA kiss would do.â
Oh this littleâŠ
Rolling your eyes, you tilt your head back to grant him access to your lips. He takes the chance, using his free hand to place his thumb and index finger on your chin, tilting your head up a little further. You donât think youâd ever get used to his kisses, they were always so gentle and meaningful and perfectâŠ
Sighing into the kiss, your eyes flutter shut. âAnything else you need? You big baby.â You murmur against his lips, feeling the smile that forms on his.
âI am a little hungry..â He pulls away, cocking his head to the side. âTakeout?â
âOr we could get off our asses and go make some real food.â You suggest, but exit TikTok to open google. âWhat do you want?â
likes , comments , and reblogâs are all appreciated. lmk if youâd like to be tagged in any future marc related posts.
DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !
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DCA Promptober Day 31: Trick or Treat
Last one! Took a little extra time but we finally made it! Hope you enjoy, this is a fun little something something for the Confused Spirit fans in the audience
Additionally, if you have not read Confused Spirit, many of these characters will have no value to you I'm guessing, so, sorry about that. There's also some slight, implied spoilers for the fic as well. That being said, hope you enjoy!
Word count: 6392
Content warning: mentions of blood, injury, and death, reader descretion is advised
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It's Halloween at the Plex, and you're, well you're not sure how to feel about it. You had to work, meaning your sister and brother are currently out trick or treating with Clara instead of you, which is a bit frustrating. Not to mention, you'd gotten all dressed up and had nowhere to go until you got off in an hour or so.Â
You think a mandated Halloween party, on top of having to work on a project, wasn't a great combination, but with the glare Sarah had sent in the meeting last week to you and the other division heads, you didn't have much a choice. Have to set a good example and all that.Â
At the very least, you weren't the only one dressed up, so you didn't look as ridiculous sitting hunched over a desk covered in green paint and fake stitches.
Your team all had various costumes on, differing in degrees of effort and style. Pete went classic vampire, Jesse was a mummy, and Tyler was a zombie. Liv was rocking a great Mia Wallace costume, and Savannah had on a witch hat but really went for it with her makeup look.Â
Currently, as both a way to kill time and to potentially fix the problem you'd been having, you were all trying your best to fix the issues going on with Fazerblast.
Specifically, something had been messing with both the electric and the mechanical components of the entire attraction. While Lizzy and their team worked to determine what had been causing the random power outages, your goal was attempting to fix the malfunctioning laser guns and rogue staff bots.Â
You'd tried to tell both Sarah and Rachel that the place really needed shut down for a few days to actually work on it, but no luck. Seems they wanted it open for Halloween, regardless of how bad an idea you thought that was.Â
When your code crashes again you groan, tempted to run a hand across your face before you remember the paint.
"Frankenstein's monster was a good choice for you. You really sell it," Pete quips, sipping on a blood red slushy in one hand, still typing with the other.
You turn to him, eyes narrow, "Remind me why I'm helping you with coding again? When I could be doing literally anything else?"
"Gives him an ego boost," Jesse answers from across the room, "No offense."
You scoff, turning to the coworker across from you, "Figured as much. Savannah, any word from the company that sold us the trigger pins?"
"Not yet," She sighs, puffing out her cheeks, "But I keep checking the reviews and nobody else has had the same issues we've had here. They shouldn't be freaking out like this."
"Figured that much, too. Liv?"
She looks up and over to you, tired, dead stare on her face as she holds up the phone, "Still on hold. I'm guessing corporate left early for the day and couldn't be bothered to let everyone know."
You grimace, and check the time. It's after six now, the party starts at 6:30. That's more than enough for you at this point.
"Right. You know what, we're done here. Pack it up, we can grab food before the party because I know Sarah's going to be stingy about it."
With muted, half-defeated cheer, your team closes out of their computers and shuffles to the door. Besides Tyler, he's in a great mood still, but you expected as much.Â
As you're grabbing your jacket and turning out the lights, you swear you see something out of the corner of your eye by your computer. Something purple. When you turn, you find that your computer is on again, login screen staring at you.Â
"You coming?" Savannah calls from halfway down the hall.
You turn to yell back, "Yeah, give me a sec, just hold the elevator."
Slowly, you walk back over to your computer, giving it a once over. It looks fine, just turned on. You take hold of the mouse, and hover it over the shut off button again. As you click it, the screen freaks out, glitching before turning black. At the same time, a shock goes up your arm and you yelp, purple flashing across your vision.Â
Dazed, you shake your head, and clutching your arm, make your way out of the office and to the elevator.Â
You shuffle in, and as the doors close Jesse leans over and mutters to you above the chattering of your team.
"You alright?"
You nod, "Yeah, just, a little tired I guess." Your head feels funny, but otherwise you're fine. You think.
"What'd you do to your hand?" He asks, looking to how you're still holding it.
You let it go, shaking it off and letting it fall to your side, "Stoved it on my way out. I'll live."
He nods and you continue your ascent. But you can't shake the feeling that something's wrong. Your arm twitches and at the same time your vision becomes glazed over in a purple hue. You shake your head, and it's gone again.Â
The upper levels are filled with activity. Kids rush from place to place, already tired parents in tow. The words 'trick or treat!' are echoed everywhere as children go from the different tables and booths set up for the holiday.Â
If Lisa knew this was going on she'd have a fit that she was out going house to house instead of being here. But asking Clara to watch her in this chaos would have been cruel, and so, the less your sister knew, the better. Besides, Gabe deserved an authentic trick or treating experience as opposed to getting themed-corporate garbage in his candy bucket. For one of his first times at least.
As you pass by the Daycare, seeing many children playing in costumes and such, you see the doors are propped open, and Sun is handing out candy to a long line of trick or treaters. Â
"Damn Pete, the Daycare Attendant really outshone you huh?" Savannah elbows him and nods to the animatronic's costume.Â
Sun is also a vampire, with a large black cloak, and white shirt. His pants are somehow all black, and the change of shoes is also a surprise. Two lines of red streak down from his smile, which is still as friendly as ever otherwise.
Pete huffs, "It's literally the same costume, besides he doesn't even have fangs!"
You all start walking again, laughing.Â
"True, but he wore it better, even without fangs."
The comment causes Pete to start arguing with the speaker, which to the surprise of no one at all, was Jesse.
You keep your gaze on Sun a few moments more, head feeling a bit clearer for just a moment. He glances up suddenly, and waves to you, head tilting just slightly. Surprised, you also wave.
There's a buzz in your pocket. As you start to walk away again you check it.Â
'Your costume is nice.'
You wait for another message, you don't get one.
'Thanks???' You're confused.Â
'Something wrong?'
'I just would have expected you to say something snarky at this point. Genuine compliments aren't your style'
You narrowly dodge an eager trick or treater running by you, nodding at their parent as they apologize.Â
'It's Halloween. I'm in a good mood, don't sour it for me'
You scoff, 'There it is. I don't plan to, though it's tempting to have Clara swing by with the kids just for the fun of it'
From there, your normal bickering comes forth, and you continue it both as you head to the party and while at it. It's a bit busier than you expected, more employees than you expected are there mingling about the dancefloor.
The entire west arcade, like the rest of the Plex, is done up with decorations that set the mood. There's even a fog machine, adding to the spooky but cheerful atmosphere.
You still feel pretty funny though, and thus take the time to go 'cool off' out in the hall for a bit.Â
It grows worse and you have to lean back against the wall. Head throbbing as you try to drink more punch in the hopes that will solve it. Your vision flashes again, purple, and suddenly you're not in the same location anymore.Â
It's dark, and you're standing over someone. You can't see their face, it's covered with static. They're crying, hands up in surrender. You feel yourself chuckle, but it's not your voice, your tone is off. It's gravely. Not your own.Â
Suddenly, out of your control, your hand, which is not your hand but some, clawed, thing, comes down and-
Your vision goes red and you clutch your head in pain. Gasping, you find yourself back in the hallway, back in your body. Back to normal.Â
You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You don't know what that was. You don't want to find out, either.Â
"Not enjoying the party, Andromeda?"
You look up, standing above you is Moon. He's also dressed up for this, wearing a witch costume that has more aspects of his usual wear to it than Sun's did. His color scheme is purple with bits of orange, and his usual hat is replaced by a large witch hat.Â
You relax, the pain is gone, for now, "Trying to. I've not been feeling so hot, honestly."
"What's wrong?" He sits down across from you, cross-legged.
You shake your head, "I don't know. My head has just been, feeling funny. And hurts. A lot, really. Been blocking it out I guess."
"How unfortunate. Perhaps I could be of help?"
You shrug, "You can try, but don't feel like you have to, either."
Moon holds out his hand to you, and you set your palm on top of his. He intwines your fingers, which makes your face heat up, but you think with all the paint on your face it's impossible to tell. You look up to him, waiting.Â
"Close your eyes, and take a deep breath," He urges.
You do. The pain has subsided some, though not by much.
"Breathe in," Pause, "Breathe out."
You follow his instructions, each breath helping to soothe you bit by bit.Â
You realize however, that even with your eyes closed, there's a purplish tint to the blackness behind your eyes. You frown, and notice that it grows when you breath in, and subsides as you breathe out.
Moon's grip tightens on yours, but keeps speaking.Â
"In," His tone shifts, growing hoarser, sinister? "Out..."
Alarm spikes in your stomach, but yet, your mind stays calm, almost like its-
You open your eyes, smiling softly, "I think I'm good now. Thanks, Moon-man."
He nods.Â
Then, something occurs to you.
"Wait a minute, shouldn't you be passing out candy to the kids-" You blink, and you're alone in the fully lit hallway.Â
You rub your eyes, had the lights been on that entire time? You knew that sometimes the two AI could avoid a switch if the light level wasn't fully one way or the other. But this was different.Â
You don't get to dwell on it, as a scream erupts from inside the west arcade, several others following. Alarmed, you sit up, ignoring the pain in your skull that's back with a vengeance and rush inside.Â
You find a crowd has gathered around the center of the dancefloor. The music's been cut, and people are muttering with horrified looks at whateverâs in the middle of the group.
As you move past people who are covering their mouths or eyes, some are crying, some are shaking their heads in disbelief. You find your team among them.
"What's going on?" You ask after shoving past another person.Â
Savannah shakes her head, and Liv cowers further into Tyler's arms. You've never seen him so grim.Â
You realize two of them are missing, your fear grows, "...Where's Jesse and Pete?"
Tyler nods to the center of the crowd, and you quickly take the few further steps to burst out into the opening, finding your fears confirmed plainly.Â
Pete sits on the ground, crying as he cradles a body wrapped in white cloth stained red. You have to flick your eyes away from it for a moment, the sight being beyond shocking.
Swallowing and keeping your eyes to the ground, you slowly approach Pete and sit down. Briefly, you find your eyes meeting your, Christ, your dead friend's. His eyes are wide, mouth open in pure horror.
You turn back to the man beside you, setting your hand on his shoulder as he jumps, "What happened?"
"The, the lights cut, just, he just," He can't seem to look away, he's shaking, "I don't, I don't know how this would've, who could've, do-done this..."
You put your other hand on his other shoulder, forcing him to turn and look to you, "Pete. Breathe. Just breathe. Okay?"
He nods slowly, and you turn to behind the crowd behind you, "Please tell me somebody's called the cops?"
"No signal, trying to get ahold of Derrick in the office, but haven't had any luck," You realize that it's Bri who's answering you, looking rather grim in her black cat costume.Â
You nod, "Right. Who's got basic medical training? I think he's gone into shock."
Someone steps forward, and starts tending to Pete. Someone else comes forward and lays a sheet over Jesse's body. A ghost costume you realize, how ironically morbid.
You stand, and-unfortunately being the person with the most experience in this scenario-try your best to take charge and calm things down. You also feel some level of responsibility, given that all the other Division Heads seem to be missing now.
Working with Bri, you send a group to the security office to see if they can't notify the police of what's happened. Additionally, you try to lock down the area to keep this from getting beyond the walls of this room and causing mass panic. Not to mention, you have no idea who did this, meaning they're still among you as far as you're aware.Â
It's all going as smooth as it can be until Bri and the other guardsâ radios erupt with screaming. Causing you to pause in your discussion with Savannah.Â
You can barely make out what they're saying, only catching snippets here and there.
"-Something in the office!"
"Everybody's dead, oh god, they're all-"
"Help! Please! Anybody!"
To make matters worse, the lights cut again, sending the growing paranoia among the crowd into a full blown hysteric mob. You can't make out a thing in the dark, and when your head starts aching again, purple blinding you, you know you're a goner for the time being.Â
Another vison comes to you, this time, the room is dimly lit, and you can tell this is a closet of some kind.
Again, you tower over a cowering figure who you realize is, David? What in the world is he doing here? What is happening?
"I don't know what they see in you, if anything at all," A voice that's not your own, yet comes from you, says. It's familiar but yet you can't-
David's sentence is shaky, "Look, I don't know what you want but I don't want any trouble. Okay?"
"Trouble? Friend, you're in a lot more than just trouble," There's something heavy in your hands, it glints in the light, "I'll tell you what though, if you hold still you'll be saving me a lot!"
Axe, it's an axe and it's swinging, down, down, down-
"Hey, it's alright. You're alright," Bri's shaking you, hand on your shoulder.Â
You take a deep breath, realizing you're on your knees in a room lit by a red emergency light and some flashlights. Glancing around, you see all your friends, including Abby and even Jacob are here with you. There's a few others who you're guessing are other security guards based on how they stand near the door, on edge.Â
You look back to Bri, "How'd I get here?"
Bri juts her thumb, "Tyler found you half out of it on the ground and grabbed you. Somehow carried Liv here too."
"I'm stronger than I look," He flexes with a nod.Â
You manage to crack a weak smile, clutching your head as more pain shoots through it, "What happened? Where are we?"
"Security office by Fazerblast," Bri answers, glancing over at the covered window in the door, which you realize has been barricaded, "Furthest we could get safely with this many people."
"What do you mean by safely?"
She opens her mouth, but Pete speaks up, "The bots have gone awol." You turn to see he's on the ground, leaning up against the wall, blood dripping down the side of his head, face solemn, angry, "They're picking us off one by one. Anybody in sight is getting killed off. Doesn't help that we can't see a fuckin' thing and they can."
Your eyes widen, "What? âŠbut, why? How?"
"Does it matter?" He asks, looking to you now, "We're dead meat if we try to leave, but we're sitting ducks here."
Bri scolds him, "We're not sitting ducks. This our best chance of getting out of here alive. If we can get power to the cameras, even better."
"Working on it," Liv says, something sparking as she speaks, "But I'm not an electrical engineer."
"Just give it up, Liv. There's no point," Pete scoffs, shaking his head.
He and Bri start arguing, Savannah trying to interject to keep the peace.
Someone sits down beside you, hand resting on your shoulder.Â
It's Abby, her Glamrock makeup is smeared with dried tear streaks, "Hey."
"Hey," You sigh.
She bites her lip, "Are, are your siblings...?"
Your eyes widen and shake your head.
"God no. They're, they're safe. Out trick or treating with Clara," You put a hand to your face, relieved as you realize that fact, "Your brother?"
She sighs, "Also safe. With my parents. Not here. But," She stops, and you know exactly what she's thinking.Â
You nod, turning away as you hear her sniffle. Your friends are still fighting, the guards by the door are getting antsy, another spark startles Liv and she looks ready to cry. You need to do something.Â
Your vision turns purple but you shake it off immediately. Whatever this is, it can wait. You're going to make it.
Standing, and clutching your arm to keep it from twitching, you clear your throat, "We're not going to die here. Not on my watch. Bri, you and your guys here have any sort of weapon?"
"Tasers. And there should be a baton in here somewhere. Why, what are you thinking?"
You nod to the control panel for the cameras, "If there's anyone who can get those working in a blackout, it's Lizzy. And I know they were in Fazerblast before all this. Hell, it might've been their team that caused the outage."
"You want to go out there?" Pete asks, "Are you insane?"
You shrug, "Have to be at least a little bit to do this job. Someone give me a radio. We can at least double check before considering it."
Bri hands you her radio, and after a moment's hesitation, you set it to the engineers' channel and hold in on the button, "Lizzy, you still okay out there?"
Quiet. Your friends exchange a few bleak glances.Â
You're about to try again when, "Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"
Relief, you think Pete even cracks a small smile.Â
"There's... a lot of shit going down in the Plex right now, how have you not heard about it?"
"Dude we've been stuck in Fazerblast for hours. Besides trying to fix the power the doors got jammed. I'm not leaving until this is done though, so we just kind of ignored it. Did think it was weird there was no parents complaining about not being able to use a half-functioning attraction though." Their tone is so casual you have no choice but to believe it.Â
The information, however, is huge, "That's, actually the best case scenario for us right now. So listen up, we gotta do this right or we don't stand a chance."
After explaining the full situation to Lizzy and their team, you work with your friends to come up with a plan. A good one. Something tells you you're only going to get one shot at this.Â
Meanwhile, you struggle to keep it together. You keep getting more and more flashes of that other perspective. Speaking in those voices that you can't quite place how you know. Increasingly, you start to recognize the locations they're in are getting more familiar to where you are currently.Â
It's a no brainer to you then, that you're a part of the team that goes to retrieve Lizzy. You force Bri to stay in the office, along with one of the guards. If you don't make it back, you at least want some people to stay safe.Â
You try and fail in vein to stop Pete and Abby from coming with you, Tyler picks you up again when you question him coming along.Â
"We're better off in even groups," Pete argues, gripping the metal chair leg he stole tightly, "Makes our chances that much better."
You don't disagree, but you don't like it either, "Fine, you're right. Now put me down please, Ty."
"Can do boss," He sets you down.Â
You're all armed as best you can. The guard, Joseph, has a taser, and Tyler has-apparently-pure brute force on his side. Pete has the chair leg, which is similar to the stun baton you're carrying.
Abby has brass knuckles. You don't know how she has those but you're not going to question it. Apparently, Utah state law doesn't have any clauses relating to them, now you know.
You move quickly and silently through open darkness to get to the staff entrance to Fazerblast, which is thankfully only a short distance away. You all stay close, not saying a word as you navigate.Â
There's not a soul around, human or machine. You don't know if it you puts you more on edge or not.Â
When you get to the door, Pete's able to get it open quickly, and you all file inside, locking it again soon thereafter.Â
The light inside the attraction is blinding in comparison to the darkness outside, the music and sound effects playing as if everything is entirely normal. It's almost more eerie in that regard.Â
You find Lizzy and their crew sitting around one of the towers, the reunion is brief, but happy. It's agreed that the senior engineer will come with your group, and the parts and service crew will stay for safety reasons. You're about to depart again, when the radio starts going crazy.Â
"We've got issues here!" Bri shouts down the line, "Don't come back, it's not safe!"
Static blares from the device, followed by banging, shouting, crying, and then a loud crash. The silence that follows is deafening.Â
"Fuck. No, no, no," You bang on the side of the radio, "Come on, Bri! Savannah! Anyone!?"
No answer.Â
"Dammit!" You toss the radio to the side, hands coming up to grip the sides of your head, "Dammit, dammit, dammit."
A hand on your shoulder, Abby again, "There's nothing we can do right now. We're going to have to refocus. Plan. Hope that they'll be okay-"
There's a banging at the front entrance to Fazerblast. Everyone freezes.Â
You think quickly as the sound grows in volume, "Lizzy, how in control of the power are you currently?"
They dig through their bag, and toss you a makeshift remote, "It's what we've been using to test."
The pounding gets louder, and the shutter creaks.Â
"Everybody who isn't armed find a place to hide. The rest of you are with me. We're gonna flip the tables on them."
Everyone scatters, and you make your way to the doors. You have no idea what's on the other side of that metal shutter, but you're going to find out one way or another. You'd rather it be on your terms.Â
"Can you get it open?" You ask Pete, hitting the lights and leaving only a flashlight to see.
He nods, "You're sure about this?"
"As I'll ever be. Abby, Joe, Ty, go hide nearby. We'll assess the biggest threat and go from there."
They all nod, and head off into the darkness.
Pete gets the panel open, taking a deep breath, "I hope you're right."
You press your back against the wall beside the panel, almost accustom to the feeling of your vision switching to purple. That other perspective is right outside now. You see Freddy is the one banging on the door, along with several map bots. You squeeze your eyes shut and you're back in your body again.
"Me too."
There's a beep, and the shutter slowly starts to raise. Quickly, you grab Pete and shove him on the other side of you, using your arm to press him up against the wall beside you.Â
As bots start pouring in, you lean your head back against the wall, holding your breath.Â
You watch as they fan out, scouring for anyone that they think is in here. They don't see you. You relax slightly.
You turn to Pete and nod, guarding him as he moves and shuts the door again, it quietly sinks back to the ground, locking you in here for the time being.Â
Moving across the wall, you regroup with the others.Â
"I counted six staff bots, and Freddy," Abby whispers. The other three agree.Â
Pete keeps lookout on your corner, "The music still playing helps us a little, but not a lot. We stick together, and go one by one, saving Freddy for last."
You frown, "Freddy's not last."
"What do you mean? Of course he is, he's going to be the hardest to take down."
You shake your head, "You miscounted. There's one more animatronic that made it in."
"Who?"
Off in the distance, you hear it, the jingle of bells. There's a flash of red as he lands on one of the walls, far off from you but within your line of sight.Â
You shake away the purple again, knowing it's going to show you what he's seeing at that moment, "Moon."
You fare better than you expected. A bunch of humans versus machines. You manage to take down three of the staffs bots in the dark, and by screwing with the lights a few times, manage to disorient the Daycare Attendant enough to keep them from discovering your location.Â
However, one of the parts n services guys gets found out, and his terrified screams as your claws rip him apart send, something, down your spine.
You know something's wrong with you now. You're taking far too much joy in beating in the metal skull of the staff bot below you. Oil splattering your clothes and face. You feel manic, alive. Out of control.Â
You shake your head, stopping. You ignore the glances being sent your way, you have to make it through this.Â
With this one you realize there's only one more staff bot left, then it's just Freddy and the Daycare Attendant. You flick the lights off again, huddling together with the others.Â
"If we go for one, the other is going to know. Our best bet is to divide and conquer," Pete says.Â
You nod, "One person with an electric weapon per team, one with something heavy. Tyler, you go with the group at the disadvantage to even it out."
Your teams end up being Joseph, Abby, and Tyler together to take on Freddy, leaving you and Pete to deal with Moon.Â
You trudge through the darkness, silence between the two of you.Â
There's been a voice in your head for a bit now. You block out whatever it says. Your grip feels shaky on the baton, and you can tell Pete's on edge more because of you than the looming threat somewhere out in the dark.
Keep it together. You just have to keep it together.
"Hello, Diana."
You turn, he pulls you up into the air, away from Pete. You don't even think to scream, instead only able to watch terrified as the ground and your friend get further and further away.Â
Moon settles on one of the towers to set you down again, and you scramble back and fall onto the ground, looking up at him with fear.Â
His faceplate twists, observing you. Then, his eyes narrow cheekily and he chuckles lowly.Â
"What's the matter, Bright Eyes? You look like you've seen a ghost."
You bit your lip as it trembles, raising the baton as a threat, "W-with how this night is going it's, certainly a possibility."
"But that's not my costume now, is it?" He takes a step closer.Â
You hold firm with the baton, hitting the button for the taser part to go off, "Moon-man, I don't want to hurt you. Don't make me."
The spark seems to deter him, growling.
"Why are you doing this? What did any of these people do to you?" You ask, beg in your words, "Killing innocent people? That's not you."
Moon snickers, and despite your waving of the baton, he moves closer, clawed finger resting on the end of it. He presses it down as he crouches to your level.Â
You now sit eye to eye with him as he speaks, "Andromeda, would you like to know a secret?"
Your grip tightens on your weapon, head shaking once. That doesn't deter him.Â
He leans in closer, his smile hovering just above your lips.Â
"This is the best Halloween I've ever had," Then, he kisses you. You're so surprised that you don't feel the baton be taken from your hand until it's gone.Â
He pulls away, chuckling again.
A loud bang suddenly resonates in the space, and the Naptime Attendant starts to twitch and collapse on the ground in front of you.
Pete stands over you both, breathing heavy as he clutches the chair leg in both hands.Â
"Sorry, had to take the stairs."
Moon snarls and flips around, hand raising ready to slash across the man's chest.Â
Panicked, you hit the button for the lights.Â
But it's too late.Â
As Sun's rays pop out, one by one, Pete can only stand there, blood slowly starting to soak through his shirt. He coughs, then takes a step forward, then another, stumbling past you into the wall. You quickly flip around as he collapses back against it, breathing ragged.Â
"Well, at least now you look authentic," You turn back to see Sun standing hunched over, clutching his faceplate, "Though, it's still not quite as good as mine."
As he straightens, you have to suppress a gasp as it's revealed that one of his optics has shattered from the previous impact.Â
His rays twitch and his focus snaps to you as you stand.Â
His faceplate clicks to the side, "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Sunshine."
"Sun." You can't reach for your baton without it being obvious.Â
"Are you having a good Halloween? I know I am." He tsks, "A pity about your costume, though I suppose the grit and grime really sells it."
You take a deep breath, running the back of your hand under your nose to wipe away the blood that's dripping. Your vison flashes purple, and for a moment you find youâre staring down at yourself.Â
You're a mess. Hair all over the place, clothes torn. There's streaks in the paint covering your skin. There's still blood coming out your nose a little bit.
And your eyes are bright purple.
You come back to and watch Sun's eyes narrow.
You shift slightly, hand twitching.
You see thereâs a slight shadow over Sunâs eyes. And in his good optic a small white pupil flicks to your hand. You swallow.
 "Don't do something you'll regret, Icarus."
You stamp your foot down onto the baton, it pops up into your hand and you click to turn it on.
You jut your chin out, tilting your head slightly, "Come on, Sun. You know me better than that."
You rush forward, he steps back, dodging and spinning to face you as you charge again. It's almost like a dance of danger. And it truly becomes one when Sun takes one of your hands and spins you around, dipping you low and back up as you try and fail again to use the baton on him.Â
You let out a noise of frustration. Charging forward again, the two of you go round and round. Narrowly you miss him every time. Narrowly he dodges every swing. Heâs fast. Faster than youâd have ever anticipated, than heâd ever let on about. You never realized how close to death you may have been all this time.
After another miss, this one the closet youâve gotten yet, Sun puts an end to your game. He grabs hold of the baton, only flinching as you turn it on, and rips it from your grip, tossing it aside. He spins you into his arms and holds tight.Â
You fight against him in vain.Â
"You know, Bright Eyes. I would have thought you'd appreciate your treat a bit more than this," He snarls the words, "But maybe you've been too busy resisting it to do so."
You slow your struggling, and Sun releases you finally. The words having done the job far better than his hold to sedate you.
You turn to face him cautiously.
"You, you did this?" You ask, "You did this to me?"
Sun tuts, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, "Well, technically you did it to yourself, Bright Eyes. But I'm happy you did. Makes all of this much, much easier."
It suddenly hits you that he's right. Maybe not intentionally, or fully knowing, but you made the choice to go back to the computer. You chose to try and turn it off again. You could have left the office, it would've shut down eventually. Something had compelled you to come closer and investigate, and you had made the choice to listen.Â
And now you were suffering from the cost.
"Now, let's finish this up, hm?" Sun bends and kisses you, pulling away after a moment, "You wouldn't want to disappoint now, would you?"
You don't answer. Your feet move on their own as they turn to face Pete, who seems to realize what's happening before you do.Â
He clutches the wound on his stomach tighter, breathing quickening, "Come on, snap out of it! This isn't you! You know it's not."
"Quiet over there, you'll get your chance to speak in just a moment," There's something set down in your hands, you know what it is, "Don't worry, I'll help you. No need for tears."
You find that you are crying, but can't do a thing to stop it. Your body is not your own, your emotions are not your own. You are entirely out of control as Sun guides you to march staggeredly towards Pete.
Off in the distance you hear shouting as your remaining friends try in vain to take down Freddy. Not that it mattered. Even if they did, you'd be finishing the job.
Your breathing is heavy but controlled, grip on the axe tight, all you can do is stare down at Pete, who looks up at you horrified, eyes wide. You think the look matches the fear in your own gaze.
Sun's hands are on your shoulders, voice a purr in your ear, "Go on, Starlight. You know what you need to do."
The axe raises jerkily, fighting against it and losing. Your eyes snap shut, and it comes down. Again, and again, and again.
You block out everything, all noise, all touches. You block out the sound of sickening crunches and squelches, of Pete's heavy gasps, of Sun murmuring encouragement right beside you all the while.Â
You block out the wood rough against the skin of your hands, the blood, sweat, and tears, running down your face. Sun's hands wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder.Â
You suddenly regain control and your eyes shoot open, throwing the axe away from you and stumbling back into Sun's arms. Your hands come up to your face as you sob, shaking your head.Â
He just holds you as you cry, muttering things you can't comprehend as he presses kisses to your hair.Â
When you finally subside to sniffles is when he pulls back to press a kiss to your lips.
"There, there, you're alright, Bright Eyes. Come on now," He lifts you to your feet, arms pulling you closer as he leans in for another kiss, "I'll let you pick who's next, how's that?"Â
You shoot up from your bed, heart racing. You clutch your chest, breathing hard.Â
You're at home. Sitting on your bed. You're fine. Everything's fine.
There's a yawn to your left that interrupts your thoughts.Â
It's Gabe, laying on the bed beside you in his pumpkin costume. He yawns again, and stares curiously up at you, fist in his mouth. You pat his head with a sigh.
Right, you were going to put him down for a nap before heading out to trick or treat, then go to the Plex for the same thing. Looks like you ended up taking a nap too.Â
You check the time, it's almost five. Suddenly, a thought hits you square in the face.
"Did I kiss Sun?" You say aloud.Â
You do your best to recall the fading nightmare.
Oh god, you did. Right on his stupid flat face. Multiple times. You kissed Moon to but you're less opposed to that albeit confused-but Sun?
Involuntarily you gag, now feeling the sudden urge to rinse out your mouth, even if it had just been to his faceplate, much less a dream.Â
Shaking your head, you turn to look down at your brother, who's now somehow managed to get his foot in his mouth, despite his costume.Â
"Gabe, never down a bag of sour gummies and immediately take a nap, it'll give you crazy dreams."
You think you might leave the trick or treating to the kids tonight.
Something tells you that itâs for the best.
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Oof, what a doozy huh? Imagine being the final girl AND the killer... crazy. Good thing it was all just a dream. Here's the promptober list and the spookvember schedule. Thanks for reading as always-
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btw the song playing while writing the fight scene was I Go Crazy - Orla Gartland and it was a VIBE and a half let me tell you-
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SPOOKY SHOWTIME!
Pomni gets possessed on an adventure, and Caine tries his hardest to get rid of the game mechanic as fast as he can, but has some... Difficulties.
A/N: This kind of turned into a rewrite for episode 3
POSSESSION
A SHOWTIME ONESHOT
WARNING: hurt/comfort
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The darkened depths beneath the Mildenhall Manor held the Hall for eh Damned. In a reckless attempt to escape, Pomni tried rushing through, only to become possessed by the crowding souls. Pomni growled as her body twisted and bent uncannily towards Kinger. Her eyes burned bright with the spirits of the damned infesting her body. Cackling, she crept away. "Freedom!" The choed cries for the exit piloted Pomni's body towards the stairs on the far end of the Hall.
"Pomni!" Kinger launched one of his hands down the Hall and grabbed one of Pomni's arms. He dragged her back to the entrance so fast they collided. Kinger was thrown back, but he got up quickly, shotgun at the ready. "Hey! You get out of her, you damned evil souls!" He flipped the gun around and struck her with the butt of it.
Pomni convulsed, writhing in chaotic spiritual agony. She cackled with each ineffective hit. She grabbed the gun before it hit again and she sat up. "How's your wife, Kinger?"
Kinger froze. The cinder eyes of the possessed jester branded themselves in his mind. He couldn't move. His mind raced with thoughts of Queenie, memories he had long thought faded. His hands shook, barely holding onto the shotgun anymore.
Pomni yanked the gun away, tossing it to some unknown corner of the room. "Goodbye, broken one." The souls cackled and crawled back down the Hall to the stairs. Pomni's body jerked and twitched under the terrible influence.
Kinger sat there staring into nothing as Pomni slowly made her get away. "Queenie...I'm sorry..." He knew the memories wouldn't stay. They never do. Tears in his eyes, Kinger stood and marched down the Hall towards Pomni. All the souls were in her, so he was in no danger of becoming possessed himself. With a firm grip, he grabbed Pomni by the arm and escorted her to the stairs.
"Release us!" The souls in Pomni hissed.
"No. If you want out, you're going my way." Kinger said stiffly and pushed through the door at the top. He and Pomni were back in the foyer with the others.
"Oh, Pomni, Kinger! Are you guys- AH! What happened to Pomni!? Ragatha recoiled from the snarling jester stuck in Kinger's death grip.
"We hit a snag." Kinger started to explain, but the brighter interior of the main floor of the Manor was already affecting his memory. "We-...um...I don't really-"
"WE ARE FREE!! FREE AT LAST!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Pomni jerked her arm away from Kinger and stumbled to the floor in front of Ragatha.
A large banner with confetti popped up in front of the large double wooden doors. Caine's voice proudly announced: "Congratulations, my hairy halloweenies! You've completed the hidden route of the adventure by getting the Possessed ending! If this was real, you'd be done for! Hahahaha! Now that you're all together again, simply exit the Manor and you'll return to the Circus!"
Jax chuckled behind the tape keeping him quiet. Of course Pomni of all people would experience the worst ending possible. More trauma for the pile. He watches her body flail around, trying to open the main door.
"What do we do!?" Ragatha asked everyone.
"The adventure's over. Shouldn't this...go away?" Gangle asked, keeping her distance from Pomni's animalistic thrashing.
"I don't know, this has never happened before." Ragatha looked to Kinger, who shrugged, then to Jax, who just rolled his eyes. "Maybe it'll stop when we go back?" She inched closer to the crazed jester. "Heyyyy, Pomni?"
Pomni's head jerked violently to look at Ragatha. No words came this time, only heavy breathing.
"You want to leave right? Well, you can come with us. I think."
"I don't need help from an overbearing people pleaser." Pomni snarled, clawing the door. "Care to share how close you are to the brink? To breaking?? To becoming one of us!?" Pomni lost herself in laughter.
Jax fought his bounds, kicking the edge of the wagon. The loud clang got Ragatha's attention and he nodded to the ropes holding him. She went to untie him right away, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. The second he could move again, Jax was on Pomni.
"NO! UNHAND US!" Pomni fought, but Jax was faster and hogtied her. "You worthless rabbitoid! You don't even belong here! You're-"
Jax slapped a piece of tape over Pomni's mouth. "That's enough out of you." He gave Ragatha a passing glance. "This adventure sucked. Let's get out of here. Kinger can load Regan here into the wagon." He didn't miss the chance to kick Pomni's legs as he stepped past her.
Ragatha held herself, Gangle rearing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Just when I thought this adventure was going well." Ragatha sniffed. The evil words from Pomni buzzed in her mind, no matter how hard she tried to banish them.
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"Welcome back, my meowing milk maids!" Caine leaned casually on his hand over the head of the returning adventurers. Jax and Ragatha stopped, but Gangle and Kinger walked on to their own private corners of the circus.
Jax gave Caine a glaring side eye. "Don't ever call us that again."
Ragatha looked over Pomni with concern. Pomni was still fighting the restraints, her eyes still a fiery glow. "Uh, Caine, we need your help. Pomni got possessed during the adventure, and she isn't normal yet."
"Whatever do you mean? All adventure effects and assets are supposed to end with the portal. Especially after the Gummigoo incident. Stop messing around, Pomni." Caine lowered himself to the side of the wagon. Pomni's neck cracked loudly as she twisted her head backwards to look at him. Caine reeled back at the sight of her. "Gadzooks! The souls are still inside of her!"
"That's what I said..." Ragatha sighed.
Jax crossed his arms, smirking. "So, now what? Is she going to the cellar?"
"JAX!" Ragatha screeched.
"No, no. She's not abstracted. Just bugged." Caine poked Pomni's face with his cane, inspecting her eyes. "Hmm...I think I know what went wrong. Kinger started the process of removing the souls, but didn't finish. Then removed her from hell."
"Wait, what!? HELL??" Ragatha stammered. "How did you know Kinger was with her?"
"All seeing eyes, my dear. All seeing eyes." Caine cracked his knuckles. "Alright, time to exorcise these souls." He snapped. Nothing happened.
Jax and Ragatha looked at each other. Pomni growled behind the tape keeping her quiet. Caine chuckled nervously and snapped again. Then again. "What is happening!?" He angrily yelled, two walls adjacent to them glitched out for half a second. "Okay, okay. We all need to calm down." Caine huffed.
"...No one's freaking out." Jax deadpanned.
"I am, a little bit." Ragatha admitted quietly.
Caine raised his cane. "We finish what Kinger started. That'll do it. I'm sorry, Pomni, but it's for your own good!" He brought his cane down hard across Pomni's face with a loud cartoonish whack. Pomni narrowed her glowing eyes at Caine defiantly. Caine struck her again and again, cartoon slapstick impact sounds changing with each hit. "Get out of her already! Your adventure is over!"
The tape over Pomni's mouth ripped off and a cloud of sparkling souls escaped. Pomni coughed, but wasn't fully released from the souls' influence. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! What's the matter, Caine? Losing control? Realizing you're a failure at the ONE THING you were programmed to do!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"ENOUGH!" Caine gripped his cane with both hands and cracked Pomni hard across the face with the golden topper. The remaining souls poured from Pomni and dissipated into the air.
Pomni coughed hard and struggled to catch her breath. Everything hurt. She was still tied up uncomfortably tight. "Ugh..."
"Pomni! Are you alright?" Caine dropped his cane and stayed by her side as her features went back to normal.
Pomni's eyes were panicked squiggles looking around wildly. "No..."
Caine snapped the ropes away to let Pomni slowly right herself from the twisted position she had been stuck in. "Pomni, I'm so sorry. The possession was never supposed to be this long. It- it bugged out."
Pomni pushed Caine away and stumbled out of the wagon. "Get away from me! Every day I spend here is one nightmare after the next! I knew it would end up like this!" She went around a corner and planted herself down on the floor, head hidden behind her knees. "You just want me to suffer..."
That last comment hit Caine hard. Another wall far away glitched out. He glanced at Ragatha and Jax, who awkwardly avoided eye contact and left together. Caine flew over to Pomni and sat on the floor next to her. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Pomni was softly crying while Caine stared at his hands.
"....I don't want you to suffer." Caine finally said, his voice calmer and more serious than she's ever heard. Pomni didn't look up, but he continued. "The opposite, actually. My job, my directive, is to entertain, but players were never meant to be...stuck here. When the exit broke, there was nothing I could do but distract. But distraction doesn't solve problems. Eventually, people got hurt. You may not believe me when I say this, but I am trying. I'm sorry today's adventure went wrong, and I'm sorry the methods to remove the souls were so...violent. Going against my own family friendly rating, huh?"
Pomni sniffed, rubbing her glove against her face. "Caine...what the actual [%$!#] happened here?"
Caine offered her a handkerchief summoned from nowhere. "It's a long story."
"I have nothing but time." Pomni looked at Caine with tired eyes, accepting the handkerchief.
Caine blinked. "You... actually want to know? You're willing to listen? ...to me?"
"Yeah. I want to know, and if what you said is true, then you're as much a victim of this circus as the rest of us."
Caine's eyes glistened with grateful tears. His words came out choked, "I...no one's ever...thank you, Pomni."
"Don't mention it." Pomni leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.
"Good idea. I wouldn't want the others to panic."
"What?"
"Don't think about it. Just...listen." Caine mirrors her pose. "...It all started with a tech company by the name of C&A..."
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc fanfiction#tadc showtime#tadc caine#tadc pomni#tadc jax#tadc ragatha#tadc gangle#tadc kinger#hurt/comfort
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Me having to read stories where the femme characters are badly written to be really dumb or evil. (To the point where you the reader asks yourself Why would their butch even like them?)
And also in regards to all the WLW tv shows getting the mass cancelation. Because we cannot have anything nice it seems.
Even an old wlw show I was watching on streaming didn't finish because it too was cancelled after only two seasons. And it was a good show too! This has been a problem for a while.
#I had another idea#just some of the things I have had to read lately...#and please tell me that there are good butch/femme stories#I'm gonna go crazier than I already am if all the fictional femmes are dumb/evil it's very upsetting#perhaps I do not get it but generally I don't find dumb/evil people attractive but okay?#so if ever you are angry about the lack of good lesbian or sapphic rep you can invoke this meme#sorry it is not well done but the spirit was there right?#because this could apply to all the canceled shows too :/#we're really in it now#old memes#sorry I only know really old memes because I'm not cool and don't have a tiktok#so you will get very bizarre and likely historic memes from me that probably mean very little to most people#radclyffe hall#lesbian#wlw#sapphic#she was on our side at least#hall's novel was censored because her characters were lesbians#so history repeating itself really#yes this shit still happens- we're still told bread crumbs are enough but they aren't!#I'm sorry if this makes no sense it probably doesn't#mychatter#time to log off now
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i don't think i'll ever get over how people treat kids that aren't good in school as worthless no matter what. "oh it can't be that bad" my guy idk how to tell you this but the last time i went to a normal high school the principal called me into his office to brag about how he failed me in all of my classes before the semester was even finished & i should quit while i'm ahead cuz i'm too stupid ("officially" diagnosed as such by a school counselor & a psychiatrist!!) to succeed. & this is considered normal
#''poor teachers!!'' yeah well at least they can fucking quit & go work somewhere else#''okay but times are different than when you went to school in the 1970's'' this was 2016 my guy. shut the fuck up#''well maybe you were a violent & severely misbehaving kid!'' i wasn't. i have ADHD & severe anxiety disorder & depression#my biggest crime was being too exhausted & dopamine deprived to do my homework#my dad talks about how he was treated in school & i'm like damn dude i went through the same exact shit#how is it that a majority of teachers & principals are still abusive power-tripping pieces of shit 60 years later#why haven't things changed#well actually the answer is simple & it's because they want disabled people to disappear#& if abled students that simply disagree with the way things are done get caught in the crossfire then that is acceptable#because anyone not fit to make billionaires a billion more dollars should just die!#anyways here are my original tags from that gravity falls post i just reblogged:#I know this is supposed to be an appreciation post but like. ''for being the ''dumb one'' he's surprisingly rational.'' seriously??#as ''the dumb'' but ''surprisingly rational'' one of my family this is THEE biggest misunderstanding & it drives me up the fucking wall#just because a person struggles in one area doesn't mean they're stupid & should be an irrational dumb dumb idiot baby holy fuckkk#sorry to OP but even when people try to ''appreciate'' stuff like this they can't help but throw in insults#simply because they genuinely believe that ''even though you're stupid you SURPRISINGLY act competent sometimes'' is a compliment#I'm less mad about this & more sad that this kind of shit is still so prevalent in 2024#both Stanley & Stanford are smart & competent & rational#they just show it in different ways & exceed in different (sometimes overlapping) subjects#this is normal for human beings but the big societal scam is that if you don't do it in the way Ford does then you're stupid & a failure#& being surprised that Stan is also smart & competent in his own ways is the biggest sing that you fucking fell for it dude#btw before i get @ ed for this. i WAS that kid#i was so much that kid the school actually diagnosed me with stupid & spiteful & i was told to quit while i was ahead (they failed me befor#obviously this is very personal for me but also i don't think people realize the language they use is on purpose & it's used specifically t#& it's still happening right now & that just. makes me wanna cry honestly#like why are people still surprised that people can specialize in something despite bad grades in school#you know. the thing we all know is literally rigged to either put you in jail or in a factory to make billionaires more money.#man sorry for the rant the original spirit of the post is super correct but like fuck HS grade-centric judging of people's entire character#Stan being able to defeat Bill is just not at all surprising if you were him or knew/know someone like him#or really paid any attention at all to the show while watching it
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KHUX Christmas Special! (I love holiday KH stories <3)
(For This)
So, this one I tried so hard to make Christmas-y but I kept falling into rabbit holes and going on tangents so it needs more edits (and stuff to be written⊠I aim to get back to it around Christmas time this year) but I can give you one or two sections I have done for now.
Here are two sections of the fic. I tried to make them so they were only some of the Christmas-y bits so the first part starts in the middle of that particular section and cuts off before it is finished and I donât have the second part finished past where I left it off here.
I know it seems like a lot for a snippet but this fic is like 10 pages rn and itâs only half written soâŠ
When Ephemer and Skuld reached the Foretellerâs Chambers the door was already open a crack. Ephemer shot his friend a questioning glance.
âBrain mustâve beaten us here,â Skuld told him, with a small shrug.Â
He couldnât say he was surprised, -- he wasnât sure Brain ever slept -- but the other wielder normally kept the door closed.
Ephemer stepped towards the door, and with a gentle nudge it opened the rest of the way. His eyes widened.
 He and Skuld took their first few steps into the room. White garland was evenly wrapped on every fence. Lux bulbs hung off of them, collecting in the middle of each length and glowing softly in every colour under the sun. When he looked behind him he noticed a wreath on the door and when he shifted his gaze to the ground he saw red ribbon and unlit candles scattered across the floor. He stared at his surroundings in awe.
There were Christmas decorations everywhere!
Definitely not Brain then, he mused.Â
Then, somewhat belatedly, he had another realization: it was Christmas time already?
Now that he thought about it, it had been snowing recently, and the days were getting shorter. With all the work and everything he mustâve lost track of time.Â
It isnât Christmas today, is it? Slightly alarmed, he double checked in his head, No, thereâs still a few more days to get ready. Thank the Master, he definitely needed the time. He hadnât even started collecting things for gifts yet.
And if he did forget he wasnât sure Skuld would ever let him forget it. Especially considering Christmas day was also his birthday.
A nudge from Skuldâs elbow took him out of his thoughts. Ephemer shot her a confused glance and she tilted her head towards the table in the middle of the room. Following her motion, his eyes landed on Ven. The younger wielder was fast asleep on a chair across the room. His arms rested on the table in front of him, pillowing his head.
Had Ven done all this when they were asleep?
âYou think he did this last night?â Skuld echoed Ephemerâs thoughts, scanning the room around her for what couldnât have been the first time. She seemed about as mystified as he was. The room felt so much less brooding with the little lights and bright decorations scattered around.Â
He hadnât even realized heâd found it brooding until it wasnât.
âLooks like it,â Ephemerâs gaze fell back onto the younger wielder, asleep at the table. He seemed so comfortable. âShould we wake him up?â
Skuld looked over at Ven as well. Her face twisted as she tried to come up with an answer.
Luckily for her, she didnât have to.
Ven shifted, slowly lifting his head and rubbing his eyes. They mustâve woken him up with their talking, Ephemer realized with a pinch of guilt.Â
The younger Union Leader blinked at them groggily a few times, then his eyes lit up. Ephemer watched as all the tiredness left the boyâs body and he leaped out of his chair.
âDo you guys like it?â Ven said excitedly, âI woke up really early to surprise you! I wanted to see your reaction but I- '' he looked down at the floor, his expression turning slightly disappointed as he continued, âI guess I fell asleepâ.
âYouâll have a chance to see Brainâs reaction, donât worry,â Ephemer said, at the same time as Skuld told Ven âYou did a great job! It looks incredible!â. Ven perked up again at their encouragement.
As if on cue, Brain strolled through the doorway. He didnât even look up as he entered the room, choosing to keep staring at the open book he held in front of him.
âMy reaction to what?â He asked dryly.
Right before he tripped over a candle.
With amusement, Ephemer watched Brain swiftly catch himself and lower his book to look at the ground. The wielder blinked dumbfoundedly at the candles and ribbon strewn across the floor.Â
But the confusion in his face only lasted a moment before his eyes flashed with recognition, âOhâ.Â
After scanning the rest of the room quickly, he finally settled his gaze on the Ephemer and the others, âMerry Christmas,â he said flatly. Brain tilted his head down and went back to reading his book. He weaved his way through the mess, eventually settling in the chair Ven had been sleeping in earlier.
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Everything is subject to change but hereâs some bits of it
âChristmas is gonna be here soon!â
âMake sure youâre ready, it's almost Christmas!â
âOnly three more days âtil Christmas!â
Brain was never really a big Christmas guy, but he had to admit that watching Ven run around cheerily announcing that it was coming to anyone who dared look at him put a smile on his face. Something about the younger wielder's excitement was almost contagious. Maybe that was why heâd agreed to let Ven help with the Spirits in the first place.
He was low on ingredients, so the first task was going to get what he could at the Marketplace and, if he had to, the Moogle Shop. Anything he couldnât find, he supposed heâd have to wait for the Dandelions to collect, now that Skuld and Ephemer were on strike. The process would take slightly longer in the short term, but he agreed with Skuld. Since there were more Dandelions, if they were told to look for it eventually heâd have a big enough stockpile that they wouldnât even need to assign missions for it anymore.
The spirits would be holiday themed this time around, despite his disinterest. Ven throwing decorations all over the Foretellers Room only made him more confident in his decision. The Dandelions were sure to appreciate it.
He already had an idea of what animal he was going to base the spirit off of and how he was going to do it.Â
While trying to make Bunstar, heâd accidentally made a head that looked a little like a reindeer, and because of Pigstar he already knew how to make hooves. It shouldnât take him too many more materials to figure out how to make the rest of a reindeer.Â
The only hard part left would be the antlers. But if his theory was correct, all he needed to do was take the Pigstar leg recipe, isolate the ingredients that made up the hooves, then find a way to thin, extend, and style the isolated hooves into the correct shape.Â
Since spirits are constructed in pieces, he wouldnât have to combine it with the head recipe and risk changing an aspect of the face. He should be able to easily attach the antlers onto the head the same way he attached limbs to the body.
As Brain closed in on the Marketplace, Ven returned to his side. The younger wielder scanned all the nearby stands then turned to face him.
âWhat are we looking for?â The boy asked.
Brain went through the list in his head before replying, âPower, Magic, and Speed gems, if we can find them here, then-â.
âDonât they have those at the Moogle Shop?â Ven interrupted.
âYes, but generally, when people sell them here, theyâre cheaper,â Brain informed the younger wielder, slowing his pace slightly so he could check for the items more easily. Ven mimicked his movements. While his eyes searched the stands, he continued with his list, âWeâll also need starry sand, icy crystals, luminous moss, electrum ore, burnt coal, broken biscuits, herb vines, and spring water, so keep a lookout for thoseâ.
Ven, who had been quietly repeating and putting up a finger for each item he listed, slowly lowered his hands and tilted his head upwards. The boy stared at him with somewhat hopeless eyes, âThatâs a lot of things to rememberâ.
âJust look for the starry sand and icy crystals then, theyâre what weâll need the most ofâ.
Speaking of which.
#I started this one last year and just having finished it yet#like I said before tho Iâd like to get it done this year#(wait did I say that before? eh I donât wanna redo the tag lol)#just a whole lotta fluff in this one (*hides Lauriamâs sections*)#also Iâd like to hightlight one of my notes for a Lauriam section which is and I quote#ââEveryone is shocked that he showed. Ephemer is like âshoot sorry we started [the meeting] without youâ.#âwell he never shows up anyways why would we thing to wait?â-Brain#Everyone else is like âBrain shut up why are you so mean?â#Lauriam is like âno actually heâs right Iâm sorry I never show up to thingsâ.#then he gets included yay!ââ#and it made me laugh so⊠lol#Oh and I also made recipes for like 10 spirit pets for this fic#I was gonna make a dream eater cook book lol#khux#sometimes i think about my khux fics
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Easy breezy beautiful premature ejaculation. Hypersexual!Simon/fem!reader. Discussion of edging. Cumming untouched.
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âIf we do this,â he says around his cigarette, âthen we do it my way.â
âIâve never done this before,â you admit cautiously, turning your hands palm up as if to show you have no weapons, no tricks up your sleeve. Iâm innocuous, your posture says. His own says: Iâm still deciding, with his tense shoulders and narrowed eyes. âThis weird, femdom thing. So I appreciate your guidance. Because I know fuck allââ
âYouâre no femdomâJesus, fuck, I canât talk about it anymore,â he grits out. He takes a step back and away, creating distance, exhaling a plume of smoke that makes him look strangely ethereal in the evening light. Against your will, your eyes flicker down to just below his belt buckle and oh god. Heâs hard.Â
âJust from talking about it?â
The look he gives you could melt ice. It could sublimate it. You cringe, knowing you were in the wrong, wishing you could reach out and snatch the words right out of the air. Heâs trusting you with this. The last thing he needs is to feel like a joke.Â
âIâm sorry,â you say. âI shouldnât haveâyouâre not a, a science experiment or somethingââ
âWouldnât mind that so much. Might figure out what the fuckâs wrong with me. Less interested in being treated like Iâm part of a circus troupe,â he grumbles. He drops the cigarette and grinds it to ash beneath his boot. He asks: âInside?âÂ
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Gingerly, so gingerly, he undoes the button of his jeans and unzips them. He holds his breath as he works the denim down his thick thighs. God, is he built: muscles made for more than just show. His history is inscribed on his body in its strength and in its scars, scars of white and pale pinks that darken to purple in the lamplight. Heâs wearing boxer briefs, straining at the front from his erection, and they are soaked. Youâre surprised that he hasnât soaked straight through to his jeans.Â
âDonât look,â he grits out through his teeth. You look away, unsure where to cast your eyes to, and settle for shutting them. He explains: âCanât take the way youâre looking at me.â
âSorry,â you mutter, feeling your face flush hot.Â
âJustâlet meââ you hear the sound of fabric rustling. He kicks off his jeansâyou can tell by the soft sound of them landing against the floor off the side of the bed. âFuck. Fuck, fuck.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, eyes squeezed shut, hands clenching in your lap.Â
âNothing justâfuck. No way Iâm going to last.â He sounds bitterly disappointed.Â
âThatâs the point of this, right? To get better at lasting?âÂ
He sighs, a long-suffering sound, like this discussion is well worn and frustrating to him. Something in you shrivels, and it takes your body with it as best as it can, sending your shoulders hunching inwards, your head ducking down. You pick at one of your nails by feel alone, eyes still closed, and nearly jump when his fingers brush your knee.Â
âSorry,â he mutters. âYouâre right. Thatâs what this is for. Might as well get used to embarrassing myself.âÂ
âThatâs the spirit."Â
He snorts. More fabric rustles, and at length he says: âAlright. You can look. JustâŠyou can look.âÂ
You open your eyes hesitantly. His cock is right thereâand Jesus. It makes sense, proportionally, but it is frightening in a very real sense. Youâre already doing the math, measuring in your head and comparing to your past precedents. Ghost would have them all beat, quite comfortably, in length and girth. Heâs cut, which surprises you, but isnât a turnoff. He keeps himself landscaped nicely, which you appreciate, even if it isnât necessary.Â
He is flushed a ruddy pink, the head darker than the rest. As you stare, it jerks, a bead of precum welling at the tip. Suddenly one of his large, scarred hands reaches down and grips the base of his cock in a painful hold, hissing in a breath through his teeth.Â
âCanât look at me like that,â he admonishes again.Â
âLike what?â you ask, a little defensive. Youâre just looking! You have to look, right?Â
âLike you want it,â he mutters.Â
God, does he really have no idea? No inkling of how badly you want to sit on that monster in his hands? No notion of how wet youâve been since your conversation in the parking lot? Sure you aren't like him, not about to spring off if the breeze was just right, but you are anything but unaffected. Still, it seems like the wrong moment to educate him on your attraction to him and his cock, so you do your best to morph your expression into one of unimpressed ambivalence and hoped it helps.Â
âIâm ready when you are,â you say, interrupting his deep breathing exercises. He nods but doesnât give you the go-ahead, not for another minute or two, until his chest stops heaving and he can remove his hand from the vice grip he has around his balls. His cock has a near purple tinge, and you wonder if maybe he should have rubbed one out in the bathroom beforehand just to take the edge off. Oh well, itâs a thought for next time.Â
âGo ahead,â he says, like heâs giving you permission to pull the trigger on him during a game of Russian Roulette.Â
You reach outâhis cock twitches, a nice warm welcome if youâve ever seen one, but you hesitate. Your hand is dry. Should you ask for lube? How does he usually jerk off? Dry? You have a feeling he doesnât mind the discomfort; he seems like he has a self-destructive streak a mile wide. His eyes are fixed at a point on the ceiling, his chest unmoving as he holds his breath. You decide that some sort of lubrication is better than noneâso you lick a broad stripe up your palm.Â
âFuck,â he whispers, a little punched-out sound. Sometime between opening your mouth and licking your palm, his eyes had transferred from the ceiling to your face, to the flash of your tongue and your wet palm. His eyes widen, irises swallowed up by the pupils, and he says again, more urgently: âOh fuck.âÂ
He reaches down to grip the base of his cock again, but it is too late: he cums. His abs are thrown into sharp relief as he tenses with each pulse, cock jerking against his brutal grip. He doesnât even jerk himself offâjust ruins it as you stare with your mouth open and your hand wet, watching him splatter seed against the coarse line of hair that runs from his belly button to his cock all because he watched you lick your hand.Â
âFuuuuuuck,â he groans, throwing one arm across his eyes, breathing heavily. His mouth is flushed a pretty red, like he has been kissing. His hand clenches into a fist as he says: âIâm sorry. I tried not to.âÂ
âItâs okay,â you say, your nearly brain blue-screening from how turned on you are. You lower your hand and wipe it dry on your leggings. âThatâs what this practice is forâso you donât do it when it really counts. We can try again tomorrow or something.âÂ
He snorts. âTomorrow? Give me five fucking minutes.âÂ
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hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator
đïž vĂĄndor-lĂł-979 Follow
not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option
đȘș magĂĄnĂŒgyek Follow
tengri forbid women do anything???
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szél-könnyƱ-szårnyån-szållj Follow
okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.
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đ istvĂĄn-rovĂĄsĂĄra Follow
that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!â§âáââ§
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đŽ csillagösvĂ©ny Follow
i'm so serious rn if you support """istvĂĄn""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.
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btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG
âïž esztergom-örökkĂ© Follow
love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with IstvĂĄn
đŽ csillagösvĂ©ny Follow
1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istvĂĄn LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????
#sorry to put this dumbass on the dashđ dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse
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bolygĂł-kïżœïżœrpĂĄti Follow
friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3
đ attila-nĂ©pe Follow
cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you
đ§ș lemezelĆ Follow
isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????
đ attila-nĂ©pe Follow
you had to have done some serious stalking to find thatđ and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)
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Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?
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ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????
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what the fuck happened to my post
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for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.
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okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. tĂĄltos and sĂĄmĂĄn and mĂĄgus and garabonciĂĄs and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a tĂĄltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciĂĄs so. which is itđ€ maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep
anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!
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It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.
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how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight
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hadĂșr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even
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while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadĂșrsimp
#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse
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posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppĂĄny was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all
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WRONG BLOG
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THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS
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ISTVĂN????????????? đ
#the usernames wont make any sense unless ur hungarian and insane about the era im sorry. i hope the rest is funny to foreigners too thođ#i woke up in the middle of the night and typed out the majority of this then fell back asleep#hopefully that provides some nice extra context to jt#it's especially funny coz I've been meaning to make this post for like. legit at least 7 or 8 months now#so ig inspiration struck in the middle of the fkin night. finally. well here you go#dashboard simulator#dashboard sim#history#hun mythology#mythology#hun culture
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Girl Next Door
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader
Word count: 1.8k
Summary: Simon is a simple man who doesn't ask for much. Just a bit of peace to come home to. When suddenly you pop in to interrupt his tranquility. Maybe he doesn't completely hate it...
A/N: This is fluff if you squint. Slow burn?? This will probably just be part one if y'all dig the concept. Let me know what you think.
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Simon loves sitting on his balcony in the evening. He loved it before his new neighbor moved in. He wasn't the type to be overly concerned about the actions of other tenants. If someone was too loud, he'd just turn up the television. Banging from upstairs, he'd play some music. Smoking pot outside, that's fine he smokes cigarettes. And he was never one to meddle in others personal lives. He sought sanctuary in his alone time.Â
While unlocking his front door one day he couldn't ignore the soft grunting coming from down the hallway behind him. He turns to see someone coming out of the stairwell with a box so big he can only make out a pair of hands on the sides and little legs coming out the bottom. He watched as you waddled all the way to the door right next to his own. You drop the box with a huff, leaning forward on the cardboard to catch your breath.Â
"Hi neighbor," you greet between pants. You're wearing some baggy clothes and a beat up baseball cap, wide eyes staring up at him from under its brim. Just a hint of sweat speckling your temples. "Sorry for the noise, I promise I'm not a normally noisy person." you smile.Â
"Hope not," he grunts and enters his own residence. Closing the door firmly without a second look.Â
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The next day while he's drinking his morning coffee and going through his emails he is disturbed by a politely quiet knock on the door. When he looks through the peephole he sees you again. This time with your hair down, wearing a sundress. Looking a lot more put together. You're holding a tray in your hands. He opens the door but does not release the door chain, leaving only a crack in the door to reveal himself.
"Can I help you," he grumbles in a flat tone.
"Hey neighbor!" You don't let the small allowance of space dampen your spirit or at least you don't show it. "I made some cookies. I'd like to think it's good luck to christen a new place by making something sweet in it. The recipe ended up making way more than I planned for so I figured it would be the neighborly thing to do to offer you some." You give your brightest smile hoping to win him over.Â
"I don't like sweets," he states.
"Oh, really? I thought everyone liked sweets..." Your shoulders slump the smallest bit as you pause for a moment in thought. "Well, I've got a baked ziti in the oven. It should be ready in about thirty minutes. I could pop by and drop off some when it's done, if you'd like?"
"Yeah, no thanks." He doesn't allow you to respond when he closes the door in your face. Simon is a distrustful man by nature and he won't let a sweet girl with a tray of goodies change that. They did smell really good though. He can't help himself when he looks through his peephole to watch you leave. You let out a defeated sigh and shuffle back to your apartment next door.Â
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A few days later he runs into you again. He steps into the elevator, presses the button for the lobby, when he hears a familiar voice calling.Â
"Wait, hold the elevator please!" You shout down the hallway. You jog towards the lift, trying to get your purse on your shoulder with one hand while balancing your phone, keys, and a travel mug in the other. Your jacket is only half on and the straps on your shoes are undone. Simon groans under his breath but, out of a second of sympathy, he holds his arm out to block the doors from closing.Â
"Thank you," you say breathlessly and duck underneath his outstretched arm. "I'm a running little behind this morning."Â
"No problem." His eyes remain forward, watching the doors slide shut as the two of you start descending. You finish putting on your jacket and run your fingers to settle your frazzled hair.Â
"Can you hold this for a second?"Â
"Uh.." He doesn't get a chance to answer when you're thrusting your warm cup into his hands. He watches as you shove your phone and keys into your purse then bend down to finish buckling the straps on your shoes. Unbothered when your skirt rides up your leg exposing your upper thigh.Â
You stand back up, straightening your blouse. "Thanks again" You take the cup back allowing him to shove his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Hey, I'm sorry if I came off as strong the other day."
"It's fine"
"I'm not the best with first impressions." He doesn't respond so you continue. "I didn't mean to intrude either. I'm sure you're a very busy man. Me too, I'm pretty busy with work and stuff. I write for the paper. Well, I am writing the cooking column right now but I'm hoping to get bumped up soon. Maybe something like crime would be cool. What about you? What do you do for work?"
The elevator's ding signals you've arrived at the lobby. As the doors open Simon turns to his head slowly to look at you and nods towards the open doors.Â
"Ladies first"Â
He wasn't fooled by your clumsy persona, he could feel an ulterior motive in you. He watched as you sauntered off. You are much more professional now, as you pull out a pair of sunglasses and slide them on. He watched the way your hips swayed in your tight skirt. You looked over your shoulder and smiled sweetly at him. Simon waits until you're pushing open the glass paneled double doors before he heads out of the lift himself.Â
As you make it onto the city sidewalk, a man runs right into you, causing your coffee to spill down the front of your shirt. You gasp as the hot liquid splashes onto your freshly ironed blouse and down your chest. The man hardly pauses before redirecting around you looking irritated. You spin back around with a huff and shove back into the lobby, pacing to the elevator.Â
"Hold the door, please" you groan, marching back while Simon blocks the doors again, containing his laugh into a tight smirk.
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Whenever you caught a glimpse of Simon you were quick to skip over and start a conversation. Which was quite a bit. It seemed he was always running into you. The elevator, the apartment gym, while taking out trash, in the parking garage, as he unlocks his door. Most of the conversation being one sided. He was starting to learn more about your life, all the information against his will, of course.Â
You were a recipe columnist, also a great cook. You liked dogs but really wanted a cat. You were a single child. You moved here to get a fresh start after a bad relationship. You don't have many friends, that one is pretty obvious.
Then one night, while Simon is trying to enjoy a smoke outside on his balcony he's disturbed by loud shouting in your apartment. Not in your usual bubbly tone, no you sounded angry. He couldn't understand the words you were saying through the glass of your patio door. Then a deep voice is shouting back at you. After a few minutes of listening to the back and forth, your front door slams and then there is stillness. The moment is interrupted when you storm onto your own balcony, slamming the glass door shut behind you.
You brace yourself on the railing edge. He watches your shoulders heave with a few heavy breaths then start to shutter. Your head falls weakly into your hands and you begin to cry. Cry hard at that, sobbing that shakes your whole body. You cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet but your pathetic whimpers still slip though.Â
For a moment Simon actually feels bad for you. In fact he feels angry, angry at whoever could have made you feel that way. Sure, you could be annoying at times. Okay annoying all the time but he has never heard you say a harsh word about anyone before. He can't fathom what you could have possibly done to deserve such harshness. You are a sweet girl. He considers saying something to comfort you in some way but after another minute of watching you cry meekly into your hands he thinks maybe not. It would be better to let you be alone. His own patio door is still open, perhaps and can slip back inside with you noticing...
Then he drops his lighter.Â
Your head turns sharply to the direction of the clattering plastic against the floor. You lock your watery eyes with Simon and he feels an unexpected pang in his heart. You swiftly wipe your eyes and brush your ruffled hair in place the best you can. Even in the dim lighting illuminating from the city below he can still see how flushed your cheeks have become.Â
You draw in a shaky inhale before speaking. "How long have you been out here?"
"Not long," He sees your eyes flick down to the half smoked cigarette between his fingers, giving away his lie. "You want one?" He asks, unsure how to comfort you.Â
"I don't smoke," then a pause. "Can I just have a bit of yours?" Your voice is so feeble it's almost a whisper. As you look at him with big round eyes and pouty lips, he can't deny your request.Â
He passes the half burnt cigarette over the small stone wall separating your balconies. You're shaky fingers brush against his, careful not to drop it. You bring it to your lips to pull a slow drag. Your eyes flutter shut before you release the puff of smoke, carefully not to blow it in his direction. Simon watches the cloud drift out of your mouth, disappearing into the chilled night air. You lean on the wall connecting your balcony to Simon's. You stare down at the glowing red ember emitting a thin plume of smoke.Â
"You alright?" It's him this time who breaks the silence.
"Yeah," you mumble, not lifting your gaze.Â
"You sure?"
"No," you release a tired sigh.Â
He waits a beat before speaking. "You told me you weren't gonna be a noisy neighbor."
A smile begins to creep onto your face. "I'm sorry, I broke my promise. How can I make it up to you?" When you look at him now, he sees a shimmer return back to your eyes.Â
You pass the cigarette back over to him. It's basically down to the filter when he brings it to his own lips and takes a final drag, blowing the smoke between the two of you. It disperses around your features while you watch him. He stubs it out in an ashtray on his little patio table. The cool night dries his chapped mouth. He licks his lips and tastes an unfamiliar cherry flavoring. He looks down at the butt in his ashtray and observes the faintest red ring of lipgloss on the smushed filter.Â
"You know, I could go for some baked ziti."
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Part II
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#call of duty#cod#cod x reader#ghost mw2#simon riley fic
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Hi idk if you're accepting requests but I literally just read the amnesia fic, and I was wondering if I could request where reader suddenly remembers everything, and sprints around base trying to find them, and just jumps on them crying and apologizing for forgetting them. Just some really fluffy comfort? It's okay if you don't want to write this lol
the 141 when you have amnesia â p2
note: i have received your therapy bills :)
wc: 5.2k
warnings: still a bit angsty I'm sorry I couldn't resist, fluff, hurt/comfort, mild injury and blood, happy endings for all I promise
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[part one]
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âč john thought your initial reaction was a good sign. you seemed to be taking things well, considering the extent of your injuries, and it was only a matter of time before your memories returned.
âč your spirits are high when you're reintroduced to the team, and though you don't remember them either you do say they feel familiar, which he takes as a good sign for your recovery.
âč when you're finally discharged, he takes you home, to the house that the two of you bought together. he shows you the photos of the two of you that decorate the walls, fondly retelling the stories of each one to you even though you were there, and these are your pictures.
âč if you notice the way he chokes up when you get to your wedding photos, you don't say anything.
âč like the true gentleman he is, he insists on sleeping on the sofa and leaving you to take the bed, despite your protests about it being his home too. even though you were receptive, he would never risk making you uncomfortable by sleeping in the same bed when he was, essentially, a stranger.
âč in all your years of marriage, he's never slept on the sofa before. the two of you rarely go to bed without each other, apart from the times you're separated by your job, and consequently he finds himself not getting much rest.
âč you're still on leave while you're physically recovering from being in a coma, so john has to go to work without you every morning, something he also hasn't done since you got married. he wishes he could bring you with him anyway, just to have you near him, but he knows that's selfish and you still need time.
âč the base is dull without you.
âč again, he keeps up the appearance that he's okay, and maybe it's a little more true this time now that you're actually awake, but he still feels your absence like a weight on his shoulders.
âč the other three are pleased amongst themselves about your recovery, gaz and soap constantly asking him how you are; and he knows they mean well, but it's still irritating because how could you be okay? you don't even remember your own husband, nothing about this is okay.
âč he keeps his grievances to himself though. he's still their captain, he can't afford to fall apart when he still has a job to do.
âč he's woken up one night by soft footsteps in the living room. his neck aches as his eyes snap open, every sense on high alert until he realises it's just you. a quiet grunt escapes him as he sits up, massaging his sore muscles from sleeping on the sofa.
âč when the sound of muffled crying reaches his ears, he's immediately on his feet, his heart racing as he shuffles over to where you're standing with a hand covering your mouth.
âč he presses a hand to your back, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. you don't look at him, your crying only increasing in volume now you're not worried about waking him.
âč now that he's right next to you, he sees through the darkness that you're holding one of your wedding photos. it's his favourite picture, the one where he's lifting you with an arm around your waist and you're both gazing into each other's eyes with the most lovestruck expression on your faces.
âč "iâ i know i love you, so wh-why can't i just remember you?" you sputter in between sobs, and you might as well have just ripped his heart out of his chest, because he can't stop the way he breaks down at your words.
âč john wraps both arms tightly around you, caging you to his chest and nestling your head into the crook of his shoulder while pressing his own tear-stained face into the top of your head.
âč "it's alright, loveâ" his voice cracks pitifully, and he's never felt quite as hopeless as he does in this moment. "it'll be alright, you'll remember, i promiseâŠ"
âč he's not sure who he's trying to convince, you or himself as you both sink to the floor in each other's embrace. you stay like that for hours, crying for your lost memory into the early morning.
âč after that, he can't be bothered to pretend he's okay anymore.
âč he starts drinking again, shamelessly in the middle of the day and grumbling at gaz and ghost when they wrestle the bottle away from him. he knows you'd disapprove, but the toll of lying to himself and everyone around him has caught up. all he wanted was his partner back, the love of his life, you.
âč the others try to knock some sense into him, but talking to him becomes like going back and forth with a brick wall. gaz even gets kate on the phone to yell at him, but nothing seems to get through. he orders them to leave him alone, stop asking about you, and it really feels like he's lost hope.
âč it goes on like this for a week straight, nearly a full month since you first woke up.
âč and then one boring afternoon, there's a commotion outside his office. john hears cheers and shouts from down the corridor, but he can't bring himself to care enough to investigate.
âč he's not in the mood to celebrate whatever it is they're cheering about anyway.
âč john's just about to stand and yell at them to shut up, but then you're suddenly standing at his door, slamming it behind you as you rush over to his desk. his face must be the picture of surprise as he swivels in his chair to follow you as you approach, opening his legs for you to stand between them.
âč his breath catches in his throat as you cup his face, your touch so tender it has his heart hammering against his sternum like the very first time you touched him all those years ago. he plants his hands firmly on your hips, too afraid of getting his hopes up to say a single word as he watches you get closer.
âč your face hovers just above his, warm breath fanning over his face as you inch ever closer. he sees your eyes glistening before they flutter shut, brushing your lips against his with an anticipation that has his skin tingling.
âč when you pull away, his eyes stay closed, but he can hear the smile in your voice when you whisper,
âč "i remember you now."
âč his heart mightâve actually stopped at your words, surprise shooting through him like a bolt of lightning as his eyes snap open.
âč in a second, he's lifting you by the waist and dropping you onto his desk, uncaring for the various papers that he brushes out of the way to make room for you.
âč he can't stop the overjoyed laugh that rumbles in his chest now he's the one standing between your legs, gripping your face and pushing his lips back against your with all the passion he's been bottling up during your recovery.
âč you smile into the kiss too, wrapping your arms securely around his neck, running your fingers up his neck and through his hair. it feels like a weight has lifted, something heavy in the back of his mind finally dissipating and allowing him to relax into your hold.
âč the two of you break away after a moment, keeping him close to you as you press your forehead to his. "i'm sorry that i ever forgot you."
âč "i can think of a way you can make it up to me, loveâŠ"
gaz
âč you're so apologetic about your amnesia, it breaks his heart all over again. what's worse is that he has no idea what to do; he doesn't want to try and force you to remember, that would just stress you out more, but he wants you to remember him so desperately he feels it ache in his bones.
âč in the end, he decides to just let things play out. he wants you to recover at your own pace, and not just because of him and how he feels about you.
âč he also doesn't say a word about your relationship, but with how he initially reacted, he's sure you got the idea. you don't mention it either, which admittedly hurts a little, but he's sure the confusion of waking up to having a boyfriend who's name you don't even know is worse than how he feels about it.
âč kyle vows to take care of you the moment you're discharged. he takes you to your room, shows you where everything is, makes sure you know where he is should you ever need anything, and he even introduces you to the others again.
âč you still remember your job and how to do it so, once you're physically well enough, you get right back to it. they carry on as normal, the rest of the taskforce â assimilating you back into their nights of drinking and fucking around as if you'd never left.
âč kyle still doesn't feel right about it.
âč he doesn't want to treat you like glass, because you're exactly the same as when he first met you. you're still quick-witted, stubborn, and one of the toughest people he knows, you just⊠don't know him.
âč it kills him on the inside, but he stays strong for you; the last thing he wants is to become the mess of a man he was when you were out, he doesn't want you to see him like that. he sorely misses spending his nights with you, and talking endlessly about your days to each other. he sends you longing glances every time you look away, wondering if you'd ever feel the same again.
âč if you can go back to living normally, why can't he?
âč but as the weeks go by, kyle notices how you start to withdraw, the loneliness that blocks out the light in your eyes that he loves so much. you fade into the background of conversations, sticking to listening rather than engaging.
âč you watch them from afar, and he still knows you well enough to know what's going through your head. feeling somehow like you belong and also like an outsider at the same time, wishing you could understand the inside jokes you were a part of.
âč he wishes more than anything that there was something he could do â make you understand that you're wanted, and you're a valuable part of the team even without your memories, but any time he brings it up you simply brush him off with that far away look in your eyes.
âč three weeks go by before anything changes.
âč it's the first time in a while they finally have an afternoon off, so of course they decide to spend it playing football on one of the fields within the bounds of the base. soap and ghost on one team, gaz and the captain on the other, with you spectating and keeping score on the sidelines.Â
âč kyle offered to sit out if you wanted to play, but you'd brushed him off with the excuse of wanting to rest and read your book, laying out your jacket on the grass to sit on.
âč he could tell you weren't all there, but he didn't know how to help you; so he just reassured you that you could call him over if you needed anything, and left you to guard his own jacket and water bottle before running off to join the game.
âč the whole time he was sprinting around the field, he couldn't stop looking over to you over by the sidelines. he wasn't with it, he hadn't been since you woke up, really, and the others could tell.
âč price abruptly calls half-time, clapping gaz on the shoulder and giving him a knowing look. "just talk to 'em, before it eats you alive." he chides, pushing him in your direction before he can think to protest.
âč with a deep sigh and a glace backwards to the others, who shoo him away without a word, he jogs over to where you're sitting. the way the late afternoon sun hits you just right stops kyle dead in his tracks when he catches how it glows in your eyes. he feels a pull in his chest as he approaches you.
âč you look up from your book as his shadow reaches you, shooting him a tiny smile as he drops himself next to you. he takes a swig from his water bottle as he catches his breath, extremely conscious of the way your teammates are pretending not to watch him while he comes up with the words.
âč "so, who's winning then?" you ask, turning so you're facing him. he sees how your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
âč "aren't you supposed to be keepin' score?" kyle chuckles, shifting slightly closer to you as you look away with a bashful expression. he allows your hands to brush, wanting nothing more than to lock your fingers together.
âč "i'm not really paying attention."
âč there's a beat of silence and that helpless feeling is back as he watches you look back out to the field, where the others are still kicking the ball back and forth.
âč "how you doin'?" he asks, keeping his voice low as he leans in even closer to you. your mouth opens to respond, that slightly off smile back on your face, but before you can he places his hand fully over yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "actually."
âč you sigh, heavy and tired, and bring your gaze back over to his. "it's⊠hard." you begin, your eyes betraying the internal struggle. "and i'm⊠i know, before, we wereâ"
âč he blinks and you're being sent over backwards by a football flying into your face with a smack that makes kyle's ears ring.
âč immediately he's crouching over you, helping you sit back up and pressing the sleeve of his jacket to your nose, uncaring for the blood that stains it.
âč "you alright?" he murmurs, gently holding your face as he inspects your nose. you nod, wincing at the movement, and take the sleeve of his jacket from him.
âč once he's sure you're okay, his vision turns red with anger. it's pretty obvious who kicked the ball when he whips around to see soap kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands.
âč "oi!" kyle shouts, sending him a deadly glare as he gets up. "soap, what the fuck!"
âč the man in question looks up from his hands, an incredibly guilty look on his face. "i'm sorry pal! i dinnae ken what happened!"
âč "just piss off, you prick!"
âč kyle looks back to you, crouching down again with a concerned frown; but you're already looking at him, the silhouette of his own form reflected in your wide eyes. your nose is still dripping blood, but you drop his jacket and your hands to your lap anyway, mouth agape as you stare back at him.
âč "what's wrong? are youâ"
âč you cut him off by tackling him to the ground with your arms around his neck, squeezing a surprised 'oof' from him as you land on top of his chest. one of his hands flies to your waist to steady you, the other carefully cradling your head.
âč "i remember!" you cry, an elated laugh bubbling up as fresh tears wet your cheeks.
âč kyle lets out a relieved laugh of his own, craning his neck to plant his lips firmly on yours with an infectious grin. in the background the others groan at the display of affection, but neither of you pay them any mind.
âč eventually the two of you pull away, a wide smile still plastered on both of your faces as you get up from the grass. he pulls you in with the hand that still hasn't moved from your waist and leans to whisper in your ear,
âč "fancy kickin' soap's arse?"
âč "you read my mind."
soap
âč johnny's enthusiastic with your recovery. anyone could've guessed that from the moment you woke up he'd be doting, eager to help you in any way you could need.
âč yes, you didn't remember him, but be was just so ecstatic that you were okay â apart from the amnesia â that he couldn't find it in himself to be disappointed about it. you'd get your memories back soon enough, and then everything would go right back to the way it was.
âč sometimes he gets a little carried away, forgets that while you are technically in a relationship, he's not much more than a stranger to you right now. more than once you end up having to ask him for some space because he's so incredibly touchy, and you're not sure how to handle it.
âč you also request a temporary room to sleep in while you recover, separate from him. johnny's not sure how he feels about it.
âč he feels that sinking feeling in his chest whenever you push him back with a hand on his chest, a polite smile tugging at your lips. it's disheartening, but he tries not to let it get to him. you'll remember soon, and then this will all be in the past.
âč maybe you'll even laugh about it, how you could ever forget your wonderful boyfriend.
âč he takes it upon himself to read up on amnesia, so he can better understand how to help you in any way you might need. once he learns that exposure to memories that you've lost can help your recovery, he eagerly convinces you to let him show you places that have meaning to you and your relationship with him.
âč you agree, and he didn't actually need to do much convincing because you seem just as interested in the idea as him. he knocks on your door the following evening, offering you a single rose before whisking you away with a charming smile.
âč he takes you on your first date all over again, with the same level of enthusiasm as before. he treats you to dinner at a relatively nice restaurant, telling you all about how the two of you got together in the first place, and memories you have together. he even orders you dessert, recalling with a chuckle how he accidentally guessed your favourite on your actual first date.
âč once you both finish eating, he guides you by the hand to the canal for the second half of the date, a romantic moonlit stroll by the water. he pulls you close with an arm around your shoulders, meeting your eyes with a fond smile and a blush dusting his cheeks.
âč "hold onâŠ" you mutter, a pensive expression taking over your face as you stop walking. you turn to gaze at the water, seemingly working something out in your mind. "this⊠this is where gaz fell into the river that one time, right?"
âč johnny's heart misses a beat, his eyes lighting up with renewed, excited hope as he grins at you. "you remember?"
âč "a little, yeah," you smile, dropping your gaze and hands from his with a sorry scratch at the back of your neck. "the rest is still blank, thoughâŠ"
âč his smile falters, but he's quick to make sure you don't see his disappointment by pulling you into a reassuring hug. "that's still somethin'! you'll be good as new in nae time!"
âč the next morning, he finds you and gaz in the rec room on one of the couches, talking animatedly with each other. that familiar shine is in your eyes, the sight johnny's been missing for the last few months. it makes his heart feel light, finally seeing you acting like your normal self again after so long.
âč he approaches you both, watching you fondly as you talk and laugh with gaz, but his good mood is soured when you only briefly acknowledge his arrival when he sits down across from you, before resuming your conversation with gaz. his brow twitches downwards.
âč gaz is one of your closest friends, and heâs glad you remembered him. he's happy that you got part of your memory back, even if it wasn't a part that included him.
âč this was a good thing. you'd remember him soon, he was sure of it.
âč a few more days pass until anything else notable happens. while you were in the gym together, you told him you felt a headache coming on, so he offered to walk you to the infirmary for some painkillers. the casual conversation you made on the way wouldn't have bothered him before, but he just couldn't shake the image of you and gaz being so comfortable, while he's still stuck on the outside.
âč he doesn't say anything though. making you feel bad about it won't solve anything, and it's not like you're doing it on purpose, he knows you wouldn't do that to him. you were just excited to have a familiar face, that's all.
âč while you're waiting for the medic on call, your head suddenly snaps to attention and you get that same pensive look on your face as that night by the river.
âč "you got something?" johnny asks, bringing his hand up to rest on your upper back. he doesn't want to get his hopes up, but he can't help the way his heart flutters with optimism.
âč you nod, a smile growing on your features. "i remember that time lt. dislocated my shoulder, and price basically forced him apologise to me," you laugh, thankfully facing away from johnny as his lips turn downwards, "god, he was pissed, it was honestly kinda funny."
âč "what, uhmâŠ" he lightly clears his throat, hoping you don't hear the dejection in his voice, "what about me?"
âč you meet his eyes again with an apologetic shake of your head. "i'm sorry, soapâŠ"
âč "yer fine, it'sâ" he swallows thickly, waving you off with an exaggerated smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "this is good, it's progress."
âč since then, he's given you more space. it's clear to him that his efforts aren't helping you remember him, it actually feels like it's having the opposite effect. of course, he's glad you remember your friends, but you still don't remember him â your own boyfriend.
âč it's wrong, and he knows it is, but he's jealous.
âč he has to watch you carry on like usual, without him. you haven't set foot in the room you used to share together since before you were comatose. he's done his best to disguise how much it hurts, but it still annoys him how no one else seems to notice how wrong it all is. the others don't need you like he does, they don't lay awake at night going over every moment, treasuring the time you called him yours, yearning with every fibre of his being to go back.
âč it's been a month and a half since you woke up, six weeks of being so close yet so unbearably far from you. he prays to any god that will listen to bring you back to him, allow him to hold you in his arms once more, but nothing ever changes.
âč the thread he's been hanging on by ever since you went down on that mission gone wrong is one more bad day away from snapping.
âč he's approached by gaz one morning, while waiting for the others to begin training, who takes it upon himself to ask johnny about how you're recovering. when gaz teases him about how he was the first person you remembered, and johnny thinks he might just strangle him.
âč "careful, soap, i might steal 'em away," gaz laughs, patting his shoulder with a camaraderie soap scoffs at.
âč "shut the fuck up." he snarls, his face bunched in a strikingly out of character scowl. his hands twitch at his sides, nails digging painfully into his palms.
âč gaz blinks, his eyebrows shooting up, clearly taken aback by the hostility from his friend. "alright, i was only jokin', mate."
âč "aye, well, i'm nae laughin'."
âč the tension is stifling. he can tell gaz wants to say something more, but he holds his tongue â too worried about upsetting soap any further.
âč they stand in silence with each other like that for a while, gaz watching him from the corner of his eye while he keeps his gaze firmly on the grass below him.
âč thankfully, after not too long the uneasy atmosphere is interrupted by a shout from the direction of the building, "johnny!"
âč his head snaps to attention to see you, grinning uncontrollably and sprinting towards him at full speed.
âč "whaâ" he's caught off guard by how you leap into his arms, hooking your arms around his neck as he stumbles backwards in surprise.
âč before he has time to question your actions, you're smashing your lips against his in a searing kiss that has johnny's head spinning. he wastes no time in reciprocating, securing one arm around your waist and bringing the other to the back of your head, using it you press you impossibly closer to him as he groans into your mouth.
âč you reluctantly pull away, just enough to take a shaky breath, but johnny's had stays put on the back of your head. "i'm sorry i forgot, i'm sorryâŠ" you mumble against his lips, dragging your fingers through the unkempt hair of his mohawk.
âč he drops his head into the juncture of you neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply the scent of you that he's gone so long without. he laughs into you, slightly delirious and just so overjoyed to have you in his arms again that feels his eyes sting with tears.
âč "i've missed you, bonnie," he chuckles wetly, pressing his lips back to yours in another desperate kiss, "i've missed you so much,"
âč "i'll never forget you again."
ghost
âč he avoids you like the plague.
âč or he tries to, at least. but truth be told, after spending so much time learning to be vulnerable around you and allowing you into his guarded heart, it's difficult to go back to being a stranger to you.
âč that, and he doesn't actually want to.
âč but he needs to. being around you, the love of his life, knowing that you don't remember him, it's like a knife stuck between his ribs. any time he's in the same room as you he finds himself fighting the urge to grab your hand, or press his forehead against you.
âč he knows you don't want him anymore, the last thing you deserve is a giant of a man â who you're clearly afraid of, even if you won't say it â hanging around you like a shadow.
âč you're still kind to him, because of course you are, checking in on him and trying to talk to him any opportunity you get. it's nice, sometimes he can even pretend everything is normal when he shares a laugh with you, but then he sees the hesitance in your eyes and he's brought back to the cold reality of the situation.
âč the weeks drag like this, every fleeting look from you another bleeding wound on his heart.
âč he keeps it together surprisingly well, all things considered, but the breaking point comes when you find him having a smoke one night, on a bench just outside the barracks.
âč "simon?" your voice cuts through the silence, his eyes snapping to you as you sit down next to him. he takes another long drag from his cigarette as he watches you, uncertainty in your voice as you continue, "can you tell me about⊠me? and us?"
âč no matter how much he thinks he should, he can't look away from your pleading gaze.
âč "we⊠you're everything to me," simon mutters, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with the heel of his boot, "i've never felt the way i do with you before, you've helped me more than you could ever knowâŠ"
âč his vision blurs with unshed tears. the sadness on your face starts and ache in his heart, the desire to take you into his arms and just hold you making his skin bristle.
âč "you don't have to feel the same way, butâŠ" he pulls the balaclava from his head, setting it on the bench in the space between you, bearing his face to you like he always does, "even if you never get your memory back, i'll always love you."
âč the way you look at him makes it so incredibly difficult not to cry. your eyes are glassy and far away, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth with an expression that screams guilt â but it's not your fault, and he'd never blame you.
âč you open your mouth to say something, but the words never materialise. the night stays silent, and simon expects it, but it still makes his bones ache with a heaviness that he knows he can't shake.
âč he stands, picking up his balaclava, and walks quietly past you to the barracks door. there's no fleeting look, not this time. he disappears to his room without another word.
âč he's not sure how much later it is when he hears a knock on his door. minutes, hours, it didn't matter. it all blends together now.
âč when he doesn't bother to answer, whoever it is lets themselves in, shutting the door gently behind themselves. he sits up with the intention of chewing them out, but when he opens his eyes they land on your form, curled in on yourself and shuffling quickly over to him.
âč you're here, in his room, with a face that looks like you've been crying for hours, puffy and tear-stained with bloodshot eyes.
âč he almost thinks he's dreaming, but the warmth as you wrap your arms around him and bring his face to your chest is too real, too familiar. he brings his arms up around your waist, releasing a shaky sigh into your skin as he squeezes you tighter against him.
âč a few hot tears meet the top of his head as you whisper to him the words he's been waiting, longing to hear, rocking gently from side to side.
âč "i remember, si."
âč it feels like he can finally rest, like the state of being he's been living in for the last few months melts away with your touch and he feels safe again.
âč with his grip around your waist, he hoists you onto his bed to lay back down with him, holding you tightly against his chest, your heart right beside his own racing one.
âč you cradle his face again, pressing your lips to his face over and over, touching every inch of him with your love.
âč "i'm sorryâŠ" you whisper like a mantra, punctuating every kiss with an apology that makes his throat constrict with the raw emotion he feels. "i'm sorry,"
âč "don't beâŠ" he mirrors how you hold his face, tangling his legs with yours as he captures your mouth and pours every ounce of passion he has into the way he kisses you. "don't be, love."
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May I request BootHill and Argenti with a crush whoâs reckless and accidentally confessed due to a particularly bad injury?
Crush doesnât care for getting injured at all and always brushes off their concerns when they get injured but one day they just get rlly badly hurt and when they try to do the usual
âIâm okayâ
It just kinda snaps in the boys?
(Sorry if this is too much)
Boothill
âYou fudging idiot!â Boothill screamed when he saw the massive gash on your side. âYouâve gone and gotten yourself hurt again!â
âIâm okay.â You said as casually as you could while trying not to wince as Boothill began to put pressure on your wound to prevent it from bleeding out further. The gash fucking killed but you werenât about to let him know how much it hurt, you refused to as youâve dealt with far worse.
You havenât, actually, that was a fucking lie to begin with.
âIâm okayâ they say.â Boothill scoffs, âyeah right, youâve only gone and done it now! For forkâs sake would it kill you to actually act like you want to fudging live for once?!â
He knew you were a reckless spirit for the moment you first met, you were someone who didnât care how many scars would litter your skin, only caring about finishing the mission no matter how debilitating the pain was. At first he didnât care to know your name nor your reasoning as to why you act the way you did, but when he started to feel something for you, thatâs when he began to worry himself sick over you.
Boothill genuinely wondered whether or not you cared that you lived after each and every suicide mission, you couldnât be mended or rebuilt like he could, you werenât invincible as youâd like to this you were and Boothill could only hope that today served as a reminder of that.
Boothill didnât want to lose you, he couldnât bare it as heâs already lost his friends, family and his darling Arabella whoâs smile so wide you could see the her gap tooth on full display. Arabella was just learning to walk when she was taken from him along with everyone else who meant everything to him; Revenge was his only motive and loosing you would only make him surrender to it a hell of lot faster.
âIf all youâre going to do is shout about how stupid I am then you can fuck off and leave me here to die since Iâm such a idiot in your eyes, mr spaghetti western.â You barked, hating Boothillâs unnecessary comments and hating the worried look within his eyes even more, it made you feel useless and pathetic.
Boothill looked at you as though youâve grown a second head, lost on how that was the conclusion you came to, you must be delirious from the blood loss. âFork me do I have to spell it out for you- I like you fudging dummy!â He exclaimed. âIâm mad not because I hate you but because youâre hurt and Iâm scared of loosing you darling!â He chuckled humourlessly as he presses his forehead against yours, the one time where he was glad that his face was the last places where he could feel your warmth seep into him. âYour recklessness has me on the edge of insanity more than once sweetheart. I mean do you know just how much it hurt to see you like this? I might as well have gone on a tirade and hunt down every son of a nice lady who played a part in your scars.â
You remained in stunned silence.
This confession wasnât something you were expecting from someone like Boothill, it made you wonder whether you were imaging this for yourself, and the reality was that he wasnât actually here with you and you were indeed dying alone with no one to provide you company other then dead corpses waiting for you to join them. So in hopes of proving yourself wrong, you lifted a hand to his cheek, watched as he melted against it, his warmth seeping into your skin.
He was here.
Boothill was here and this was real, all this was real.
âI like you too your silly cowboy.â You whispered before pressing a tender kiss to his plush lips. A battlefield wasnât a great place for a confession nor for love to blossom but if that was the case then why did it feel so right for the both of you in that moment.
Later you were taken to medical and Boothill, your official partner, went back to talking your ear off about how reckless you were, but would press kisses to your forehead and hands to let you know that heâll take care of you from now on.
Argenti hated it whenever you came back from missions injured and your carelessness towards the scrapes and bruises that littered your body didnât exactly help either.
âIâm fine.â You said after spraining an ankle.
âIâll live.â You waved him off dismissively after hurting your side during a mission.
It seemed as though you never held yourself in the same regard as he did, and Argenti couldnât help but feel his heart break the more and more he witness you disregard other peopleâs concern, acting though you had a paper cut rather then a wound that wound take you out of action for a good couple of weeks.
So when he found you with your back pressed up against a wall and a deep gash on your leg that made it hard for you to stand never less walk.
âMy beloved rose!â He cried as he rushed to your side, setting aside his weapon as he inspected the wound.
âIâm okay, itâs only a small gash.â You told him but Argenti wasnât about to hear it, not this time. He wasnât going to allow you the chance to dismiss him when you were severely injured. So when he levelled you with a stare, you began to wish you could take back your words as seeing such a stern expression on a man as beautiful as Argenti was actually downright terrifying. âThis is vastly different than a small gash, this is a serious injury that could alter your lifeâs trajectory for good if we treat it with such disregard as you have done with previous injuries.â He told you with a seriousness that had you listen to him.
âAnd why do you care?â You asked.
âIâve always cared.â Argenti replied straightforward, âevery injury Iâve cared. I worried for your health, your well-being, both physical and mental, but you donât seem to do the same and that pains me because you are so-â
â-reckless?â You cut in, having heard the same thing from pretty much everyone and believing Argenti would be no different from them.
â-beautiful.â Argenti said and your breath caught in your throat. âYou are so beautiful to me, my rose. I have found myself grown quite fond of you in a short amount of time that any pain caused to you might as well be my own.â He finished as he saw the conflicting emotions within your eyes and prays that you could find the truth within his words.
âWhy?â You asked. âWhat would a knight of beauty want with a reckless idiot like me?â
Argenti smiled softly. âYou may be reckless but you are far from an idiot my dear, I like you a lot and I merely say this in fear of a future where I may never get the chance to do so for multiple reasons. Whether or not you accept is solely up to you.â Argenti felt as though he had finally gotten a heavy weight off of his chest, but felt a pinch of anxiety when you didnât respond after a period of time, and began to wonder whether this was a smart move on his behalf.
âI always dreamed of having a knight in shining armour.â You admitted, raising a hand to cup the back of his head. âBut I didnât think that dream would come true until you came along and I knew in that moment I would give you my heart and so much more.â Argenti breathes a sigh of relief as he rests his forehead against your own, nuzzling your noses together briefly. âIâd be more than honoured of being your knight, if youâll let me.â
You chuckled as you looked at him fondly. âIâd be more than happy to my cherry haired beauty.â You replied as Argenti was quick to scoop you in his arms and carried you to the medics, who told you that youâd be out of action for quite a while and Argenti was more then happy to be your caregiver during that time, you couldnât be more happier at the opportunity of being with your knight in shining armour.
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Omg imagine james doing something stupid (not much imagination needed there) and r is telling him of (lovingly) and heâs just like âyes maâamđ«Ąâ and the others are like side eyeing him I just NEED james to call me maâam in an argument
i hope you are having a great december so far my love
(not much imagination needed there) LOL
i could kiss you this idea is so cute thank you lovely
âOh, my boy.â You croon to the mess tumbling into your lap. Softly, you brush some hair from his fluttering eyes. âWhatâve the evil twins done to you.â
âEvil twins!â Sirius gasps.
Remus laughs. âThatâs a new one.â
You donât look up from the sickly boy careening for your touch. âWhat did they feed you?â
He moans into you, muttering something you canât pick up. Heâs gone all right, ten shades of flushed and warm to the touch. Itâs already a warm night, but this is no warmth that came naturally.
âWe didnât do anything.â Remus denies impishly.
âPuking pastilles again?â You eye them. âDo you know how long we sat by the toilet?â
âThat was not our fault.â
âAnd neither were the nosebleed nougats?â You sigh. âSeriously thought his brain was coming out his nose.â
Sirius nods in agreement nose scrunching. âNot his finest moment.â
âBecause of you.â
âDonât start with me, woman.â His finger points between your eyes.
James is malleable under you, nose pressing into your thigh coyly. You see the corner of a smile as you fuss, guilty pleasure at your roaming touch. The room is hot, warm bodies passing and going as they please through the small flat. You fear he may run a fever, though thatâs uncommon. James immune system is a rock, solid at anything thrown to it.
You press your hand to his forehead. âHas he had to much?â
The boys eye each other suspiciously. âToo much?â
You scoff. âTo drink?â
âDepends.â Sirius shrugs
âOn what!â
Their dubious behavior alarms you. These boys are up to something, or rather, were up to something, and now theyâre avoiding dealing with the consequence of you.
âThe substance.â
âSubstance?â You sit up straight, shuffling the boy under you. He grumbles in protest.
âPotion.â Remus gives.
You frown apprehensively. âYou didnât.â
âWe didnât,â Sirius starts.
âhe did.â Remus finishes.
Felix Felicis. Theyâd been talking about it a couple weeks ago, getting their hands on some. You protested, begged them, to forget it. Itâs too dangerous, your voice of reason lowered their spirits, James youâll be sleeping on the couch if you risk yourself like that.
âNo,â You whine, fretting over the intoxicated fool. âhow much?â
âAsk loverboy.â
âThe whole,â James takes a deep breath mid sentence. âbottle.â
âOh my god,â your eyes wide at the older boys standing. âheâll be puking all night.â
âMaybe not..â
Your face drops into your hands exhausted. âPuking Pastilles all over again.â
âMâsorry.â James moans under you. âMâso sorry, lovely.â
âThat was so stupid.â You scold lightly, hand coming down to flatten over his collar bones. âSo, so, so, stupid!â
You're ruffled, shaken at the thought of him downing such an expensive, easily tainted, potion.
âDo you listen to everything they tell you to do?â
âNo,â he starts slowly.
âSeems like it.â You bristle, pulling him up to sit. You look into his eyes seriously and he shuffles, nervous under your gaze. âGet a mind of your own.â
His fingers twitch at the hem of the dress youâd picked out tonight, squeezing it in his grip, grounding himself in reality. âYes maâam.â
Sirius scoffs behind you, shaking his head at Remus who looks equally perturbed at Jamesâ extra affection. Under them, you wrap your arms around his neck surely. Besides the soft sent of sickly sweet potion, he smells of pine and cologne. You let yourself recognize his body is continuing to function as it should. Untouched, mostly, by the yellow inebriant.
âI canât stand you, do you feel well?â
âIâm feeling better.â
You stick your face in his shoulder. âBe serious.â
âNo, I donât feel well.â
You sigh into him, pressing a kiss into his freckled skin. He wonât sleep on the couch tonight, though you aught to teach him a lesson.
âWeâre going home.â
âWhat?â James frowns. âWe only just got here.â
âDâyou have another pool to jump in?â
He cringes at the memory of his fireball spree. âKay, coming.â
You collect your coat and purse as you stand, leaving James to fend for himself behind you. âFelix Felicis isnât a joke, one wrong tincture of thyme and youâre in St Mungoâs- James, were are your shoes?â
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Ardent (Qimir x Ex Jedi reader)
The beginning Part One of Ardent
Ratings: Angst | Fluff | Strangers to Friends | Friends to Lovers | Abuse | Violence | Questioning the Jedi order | Slowburn
Summary: You have been by his side since the beginning⊠This is your story.
The best down on your form in the training arena located outside. Hundreds of flowers decorated around the outside arena making it serene despite the structure and rigorous exercises you had to go through, but you believed that each test made you stronger and you would become a noble Jedi like your master.
âFix your form padawan.â Your master pointed at the wrong position of your right foot.
âApologies master.â You swiftly fixed your form hoping that you appeased her.
It seemed to work as Master Elysande gave you an appreciative nod, âWell done. Now I want you to concentrate on the way the branch moves on the tree in front of you. Mimic this movement until your energy matchesâŠâ
You listened intently to your master, her black hair braided to fall behind her pointed ears. As you nodded your head you caught movement toward the right of your vision and it was at that moment Qimir walked by, following ardently behind his master, Master Balaam.
His hair fell delicately around his face despite the other padawanâs cutting theirs short to make it easier for training. His padawan braid reach just past his shoulder however, his beads reminding you of the ocean. He kept his gaze on the dark grey robe his master wore, walking swiftly behind him. The small action allowed you to admire him silently from afar. To say that you had a small crush on the boy was an understatement, but you did notice one important detail about him.
Qimir was always⊠Quiet.
You noticed that he tended to keep to himself. He never made a face or spoke against his master. You however were quiet the opposite. You were loud and spirited. You had a million questions, ones that only a few that your master would indulge in. Master Elysande choose you because of your active imagination and bright look about the galaxy. She would say it gave you a footing over the other padawanâs when it came to the force because of how strong your connection was to life around you.
You were quite friendly, but when it came to Qimir⊠Well you felt as if your words were stuck in your throat and you couldnât push yourself to speak. He didnât speak to you either and it would always end with you watching him wordlessly.
Other padawanâs such as your friend Gerel speculated that he was mute. You didnât think she could possibly be right. Ifa just thought that Qimir was strange agreeing with the others. You however were curious about the tall silent boy. You wanted to learn more about him, speak with him and perhaps be friends. You thought that you both would make the perfect pair however, with your daydream you didnât expect his eyes to lock onto yours. Suddenly your cheeks began to burn and you knew it wasnât just from the heat.
âPadawan.â Master Elysande called out to you again for the third time, âFocus.â
You cleared your throat hoping that your cheeks would cool down as you turned your attention back to your master.
âSorry master.â You muttered quickly though secretly you were counting down the minutes until you saw him again.
It seemed that the force was on your side
âWe will begin this new year with something that is a little different from our traditional training. Each of you will be partnering up with one another to improve your connection to the force as well as your combat skills. This partnership will carry on as you become Jediâs.â Master Aarati explained, âIt is up to you to choose your partner wisely so that you may become knowledgeable in the force.â
You were excited for the revelation as you twiddled your fingers under your robes. This was the perfect moment to talk to Qimir without being too pushy. You thought as you looked around.
âDo you want toââ Ifa began, but you couldnât let Ifa finish what they were going to say.
âIâm really sorry but I already have a partner in mind.â You spoke quickly, âMaybe next time!â You called back to your friend as you dove into the crowd. You had a mission and you had your nerves at least for now.
You couldnât mess this up. You wouldnât be able to live with yourself if you did.
Your master also thought you were a bit dramatic in your training as well.
You weaved around padawanâs trying to pick their own partners as you spotted a mop of dark raven hair. Please donât have a partner⊠Please donât have a partner⊠You thought as you finally broke past the hive of padawanâs.
There he stood, looking a bit out of place beside his master. He had his hands clasped behind his back and his gaze looked indifferent as you approached him.
âMaster Balaam.â You greeted his master first with a bow before turning your attention to Qimir, âQimirâŠâ You took a breath, âWould you like to be my partner for this trial?â
You waited with a bated breath as his eyes roamed your figure. You knew you didnât have anything special or unique about you like some of the other padawanâs, but you were content in being normal. He however⊠Was not.
âNo.â
That was the first word he ever said to you⊠No.
The rejection made you feel embarrassed and singled out as you stood there awkwardly.
âNo?â You wanted to be sure, âAre you sure you donâtââ
âI am always certain in what I say.â He replied.
âOhâŠâ Your voice trailed off.
His master didnât seem to make the situation any lighter as he stared silently through your soul. Your master however could sense the growing unease inside of you and gracefully took her place by your side once more.
âIs there a problem?â She directed her question to Master Balaam.
âShe is too frail to train with my padawan. Qimir needs someone who can match his strength with the force.â Master Balaam answered indifferently as if this conversation was wasting his time.
âI see.â Elysande nodded and you had to refrain from laughing at the way she was trying intently not to roll her eyes, âBut before you judge the strength of my padawan by her looks alone. How about we allow our padawanâs to duel. A test of sorts should do the trick in proving you wrong.â
At that you couldnât help but snort. The reaction received a gentle nudge from your master to quiet you down.
âShe wonât last.â Master Balaam said.
âWeâll see about that.â Your master motioned for you to follow her, âFollow us.â She spoke and you were quick to grace her side.
âThat is the boy you were distracted by is it not?â Elysande asked softly. She held no disgust or disappointment in her tone, only a light curiosity that allowed you to open up to her more freely.
You nodded speaking quietly, âHe is⊠Different from the others.â
âDifferent is not always a good thing. Difference can lead you astray from the path.â Your master passed on wisdom.
âI understand master.â You nodded your head.
You found yourself underneath the only plum tree in your temple. You were facing against Qimir who seemed tense under the watchful gaze of his master.
âThis should be quick.â Master Balaam commented and crossed his arms.
Those sharp words had you grinding your teeth as a determined expression took over your usual soft features. You would not be bested by those who think less of you. You readied yourself, holding your lightsaber in first position.
Qimir ignited his lightsaber, holding it in a familiar stance. He didnât seem tense anymore as if he was in his element. You could see that he liked the feel of power from the way his fingers opened and closed around his blue lightsaber.
Your green one flickered against your eyes and you counted down silently at the same time as your master.
âBegin.â Master Elysande said.
You charged Qimir with speed, ready to take him down with the new move you learned, but he sensed your plan and diverted it with a single step. You stumbled towards the tree and you would have face planted against it too if it werenât for Qimir pulling you back by your right arm.
âAccount for your opponents steps. Focus on their movements and not just your own.â He said softly.
You looked up at him before nodded your head and taking a step back, âOkay.â
You returned to your starting spot with a new frame of mind. It was something your master picked up immediately as she watched you take your time to attack Qimir instead of just rushing in.
âThey complement one another.â Master Elysande commented as you told Qimir to be more aggressive when using the force, âThis new training technique may be affective for the future of Jedi.â
âI donât think it is a good thing.â Said Master Balaam motioned to you and Qimir with his head, âThis trial for a new training technique could form attachments amongst the padawan.â
Master Elysande remained quiet in thought wondering if what Master Balaam was explaining could come true.
You continued to spar alongside Qimir. However, you were no match for his quick and precise movements. It was clear that he was being trained relentlessly by his master to become the perfect Jedi. In the end as he pinned you to the ground. Qimir stood over you with his lightsaber pointed at your neck.
âWell done.â Your master nodded her head in approval and you smiled despite losing.
Master Balaam however said nothing as Qimir looked at him. You could see the way his shoulders slumped only slightly and you could only imagine how dejected he must feel. That is why you brought his attention back to you and tried to cheer him up.
âGood fight.â You took a deep breath. It was quite a work out and exhaustion overtook you.
He turned off his lightsaber and clipped it back onto his belt, âIt was.â He said as he stuck his hand out towards you.
You took it gratefully and allowed him to pull you up, âSo does this mean that you will have me as your partner?â
âYââ Qimir didnât get a chance to give his answer before Master Balaam tugged him back by his robe.
âNo.â Master Balaam stated as he stepped in front of him, âYouâve only proven to me how reckless you are young padawan.â
âShe has only proven to be a good match for Qimir.â Master Elysande intervened, âThey can hone their skills by working together.â She clasped her hands over her stomach, âI believe that their differences can bring the best out of each other.â
âOr the worst.â Master Balaam waved his hand dismissively, âCome padawan. Let us go.â
Qimir glanced at you with a sad look in his eyes before following his masterâs order. You looked to your master with wide and expressive eyes that showed how upset you were at not being paired with Qimir.
âWait.â Master Elysande called out to Balaam, âLetâs us see what the council thinks.â
You never knew how much you appreciated your master until that very moment.
You stood behind your master as she explained to the council the benefits of pairing both you and Qimir together.
âWe decided on this trial for a reason. I believe these two will be a successful case by the time they become Jedi knights.â Master Elysande explained.
âIt is a foolish dream driven by a desire to put your padawan ahead. She is not as skilled as Qimir and never will be. I do not see any reason why they should continue to train together.â Master Balaam countered.
You peaked over at Qimir as the council murmured about what they should do about this predicament. Qimir didnât show any emotion on his face. He looked calm as his hands were clasped behind his back. He didnât show the childlike personality that the two of you should have at your age.
He wonât look over at me either. He must know that I am staring at him. You thought, a small disappointed frown on your face as you focused your attention back on your master. You wanted to joke with him, perhaps make him laugh at the audacity that his master had.
âWe incline to agree with Master Elysande.â Master Charvik finally announced.
Master Faheem whose eyes shine of the brightest ocean and skin the color of turquoise to accent her gills also chimed in, âI have had a vision through the force as well. I believe that the force has called the two together for a reason⊠One I do not understand, but a reason that will create a strong bond within the force.â
âI agree with your wisdom Master Faheem.â Master Charvin said, the cloth wrapped around his hands slightly unraveled as he motioned for the meeting to come to an end.
Relief filled your lungs as you breathed out. You were nervous about what Master Faheem saw in her vision, but excited to continue your training with Qimir. You only hoped that he felt the same way⊠You just wanted to become as strong as he was. To understand his way of the force.
âThen it is settled.â Master Balaamâs jaw was clenched, but he didnât show any other signs of anger, âQimir will continue his training alongside Master Elysandeâs padawan. Let us hope that your vision is not wrong Master Faheem.â A thin frown graced his lips as a sour tone overtook his tone.
The council paid no mind to Master Balaamâs dismay over the matter and did what they did best, hide their feelings.
âThank you for your thoughts and decision on this subject.â Master Elysande nodded her head towards the Jedi council before turning to leave the room. You fell into step with her as the two of you left, you with a pep in your step as you walked.
As you and your master internally commended your victory, you made a silent vow to bake master Elysande the best batch of muffins she had ever tasted in thanks to her. In your promise you turned your head to find Master Balaam and Qimir walk past the both of you.
You didnât expect anything from them so it came as a surprise when you felt a tiny scroll of paper being slipped into your small hand. Qimir didnât speak of it as he continued to follow his master who was swiftly trying to get past you.
Your heart raced as you waited until you were in the safety of your room to unroll the piece of paper. It was then that you knew even as young as you were that he was going to be apart of your life forever. Your very first crush created just from a few words scrawled on a piece of paper.
Meet me by the plum tree tonight. I really
Thank you. â Q
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I Should Hate You
Katie McCabe x Chelsea!Reader
Summary: Katie is tasked with marking you.
Word Count: 1.1k words
You knew that playing Arsenal at the Emirates would be a struggle. The roaring celebratory crowds anytime an Arsenal player started a run. The equally enthusiastic boos every time you and your teammates so much as touched the ball. Nothing out of the ordinary. What you werenât expecting, though, was your current position.Â
âSorry, darlinâ,â says Arsenalâs Irish superstar as she untangles her body from yours. She stands and reaches both of her hands out for you, a small smile on her face. You mightâve appreciated the gesture if she hadnât been on the offensive end of all the fouls youâve encountered during the last 60 minutes. But she has been, so you donât. Instead, you brush her off and pull yourself up before returning to your original position.Â
âThatâs, like, the 10th time sheâs fouled me. I swear she has a personal vendetta against me or something,â you gesture around aimlessly as you take your place next to your best friend.Â
âWhat has she done now?â Lauren James asks with a quiet laugh as she kneels down to retie her boots.Â
âAside from embarrassing me repeatedly for the past hour, she just tripped me. On purpose, probably.â You reach a hand down and help LJ up once she finishes tying her laces.
LJ lets out a laugh at your reply. âRight, well, thatâs called âmarking.â Perhaps youâve heard of it?â LJ squeezes your shoulder with a smirk before the referee blows her whistle, signaling for play to start back up. You share a laugh before attempting to clear your mind and get back into the game. Your attempt starts fruitfully, and you forget all thoughts of your complications with the Irish woman.Â
You begin running up the wing as your teammates initiate an attack. âHeads up!â Erin yells as she sends the ball soaring toward you from the 18-yard box. Before you can even think about your next move, a sharp pain shoots through your ankle and shoulder, and you find yourself on the ground once again. Your teammates shout, and the crowd erupts in deafening boos as the referee shows your assailant a yellow and then points to the spot.Â
âOh, bullshit! I hardly touched her!â exclaims a voice youâve grown all too accustomed to hearing today.Â
âWant to explain why Iâm on the ground then?â Nathalie helps you up as you glare at Katie. âIâm okay,â you assure Nathalie quickly, brushing off her questioning of your fitness and turning back toward the Ireland captain.Â
âI donât know, but I think VARâs about to find out,â Katie states with a smirk (that you wish you could smack off her face) as she raises her eyebrows and gestures behind you before crossing her arms. You turn to see the referee walking to the penalty check screen. An intense suspense fills the stadium as everyone awaits the refereeâs final decision.Â
âHas to go our way. She completely clipped you. Studs up and everything,â speaks your captain, Millie Bright. She joins the swarm of fellow Chelsea players that has now formed around you, the Arsenal players having disbursed.Â
After a thorough review of the penalty decision, the referee swiftly returns to the pitch. With a firm expression, she announces her reversal of the call, awarding the decision in favor of Arsenal.Â
âCome on! That is shit!â Guro shouts as the referee cancels the previously awarded penalty. The thunderous cheers of the Arsenal fans drown out her shouts. The dramatics of the Norwegian winger do nothing to ease your spirits like they usually would. The game ends shortly after, ending in a 3-1 Arsenal win.Â
You deflate, refraining from diplomatically shaking hands with the Arsenal players after the game. Youâre standing off to the side watching a bantering Sam Kerr and Caitlin Foord when you sense a presence walking up behind you, followed by the feeling of two hands on your waist. âThink ya better fire your diving instructor,â the voice whispers in your ear before the accompanying hands pull you toward their chest.Â
You pull away from the person completely and turn around to face the Irish woman who has recently been the absolute vain of your existence. âI know that you know that call was fucked,â you say sternly.
Katie mock gasps, raises her eyebrows, and drops her jaw. âYou want us to what?â she jokes and feigns disbelief.
âStop,â you reply with a roll of your eyes. She steps closer to you at this reply.
She laughs, âAh, thatâs not a word I hear too often. The eye roll is a different story.â Youâre unsure if the innuendos were intentional. The way sheâs not even trying to hide biting her lip answers this question for you, though. She smirks again at your lack of response, and you only kind of want to smack it off her face this time. You feel your face heat up as she keeps her eyes trained on yours. You nervously look away and busy yourself watching Niamhâs post-match interview, hoping that Katie will just walk away.
You keep your eyes on Niamh as you feel Katie step close to you again, despite something urging you to turn your head toward the other girl. Katie keeps her hands to herself as she leans close to whisper in your ear this time; her lips brush against your ear as she murmurs, âThe more you try to ignore me, the more I want to be right here.â Your breath catches as her words linger in your ear.Â
Katie pulls away after a tension-filled minute, her expression combining smug delight and amusement. She clearly enjoys the reaction she just pulled out of you. She steals a quick glance at your lips before looking back up at your eyes and holding out one of her hands. Your mind is still whirling from the earlier feeling of having her body so close to yours. You just stare at her outstretched hand.Â
âSee something you like?â she asks as she wiggles her fingers and turns her hand around and back. Your eyes jump back up to hers. âYeah. Your yellow card earlier,â you choke out.
âKatie!â someone yells from behind you before Katie can reply. Probably one of her teammates. You canât be bothered to check. Katie nods at the person before turning back to you. Her hand still outstretched, she reaches for one of yours and shakes it with no help from you.
âUntil next time, love, yeah?â With an ever-present smirk, she finally removes her hand from yours and starts to walk away. âUnless ya donât feel like waiting that long. Up to you,â she winks and joins her teammate (whose identity youâre still unsure of).
Youâre pretty sure she just put the ball in your court.
a/n: first fic đ hopefully it's not terrible. I have mixed feelings about my first post being for an arsenal player but!!! advice is appreciated. thank you alright bye
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Fantasies | S.R.
this is smutty smutty smut smut so it's 18+, minors please dni
honestly this is just like a fantasy of mine inspired by how wildly hot this entire exchange is what can i say i'm a scifi girlie (gender neutral) and i figured it might make a good fic so here goes nothing
this is part 1 of 2
contains: unprotected sex (creampie), oral (f receiving), munch!spencer, softdom!spencer
ââbut the reason the entire ritual was considered taboo wasnât because Vulcans were supposed to be portrayed as prudish virgins, thatâs all Iâm saying,â (Y/N) ranted at JJ and Prentiss, gaining amused but shocked and confused stares from the two of them. When they had found out about her relationship with Spencer they might have been less than shocked but they had never seen her ramble like this in such a Reid-esque fashion.
Penelope Garcia, being ever the one to playfully tease her best friend decided to push the young agentâs buttons a little bit by playfully arguing back, âbut then why all the secrecy around the ritual when it comes to other species knowing about it?â Which made (Y/N) roll her eyes in response and groan, and earning her glances from JJ and Prentiss that screamed why would you keep this going for longer?!
"Fucking Christ, Penny, you should know this, ughâthe ritual of Pon Farr is considered taboo because of the depth of emotions experienced by the Vulcans as they enter it, not because it has to do with sexual reproduction; Vulcans have sex outside of Pon Farr and we know this for a fact not only because Trip is literally told outright that Vulcans have sex by a Vulcan when he asked, but also because if Vulcans only ever copulated during Pon Farr, then Vulcan generations would always be seven years apart in age," her exasperation was nearly palpable as she ranted speedily, gaining good spirited laughter from Garcia while she her friend rage over something that they all knew in the end was fairly insignificant.
Spencer watched this entire exchange from his desk across the bullpen with a fond smile and a warm, floaty feeling blooming across his chest. That was when Garcia noticed him staring from his desk and moved to literally drag him into the discussion, deciding that everyone must join in the procrastination socialization. "What theâhey!" Spencer barely managed to steady himself and keep from falling out of the chair.
"I wanna know what our resident boy wonder has to contribute to the discussion," Penelope laughed in a singsong-y voice as she got him to the table they were all congregating at together and rolled him right up next to the chair on which (Y/N) was perched.
She looked over at him and shot him a small wave and a quiet, "hi, love." And he melted. Instantly.
Her smile was so sweet that Spencer could do nothing for a moment but respond with his own toothy, lovestruck grin. He was snapped back to reality by Garcia literally snapping in front of him and chiding (Y/N) as she said, âwhat have you done to this boy? Are you a freakinâ witch or something?â Spencer and (Y/N) both laughed and Garcia then continued, "so, Reid, do you agree with (Y/N)âs impassioned rant?"
"Oh! Right," Spencer shook his head, "no, she's 100% correct. The ritual of Pon Farr does not solely dictate when Vulcans have sexual relations. It is simply a period of heightened emotions and bonding for them." He looked at (Y/N) with another soft smile, proud that she had such a vast knowledge of Star Trek lore.
"See, Penny? Even the genius agrees with me," (Y/N) teased playfully, earning a chuckle from the team and a light blush from Spencer.
Garcia clapped her hands together excitedly, âWell then let'sââ
ââIâm sorry to interrupt, but we have a case,â Garciaâs bubbly lilt was cut off by the stern tone of Agent Hotchner as he summoned them to the briefing room. Everyone broke apart at that, following their Unit Chief to the round table. As they all took their seats Spencer made sure to sit by (Y/N) so he could secretly slip her hand into his under the table to cling to some semblance of goodness as they were filled in on the next of the worst of humanity they had to face.
Spencer and (Y/N) laid together in his bed as they always did after particularly rough cases. He ran his finger gently up and down her barely clothed back when she uttered a soft, âhey I have this, like, sort of random question.â
âOh? What would that be?â Spencer whispered into her hair, half asleep.
âDo you have any, like, fantasies youâd wannaâ?â Spencer was confused by her question and the look on his face as she looked up at him told her as much, so she clarified, âlike, sexually?"
Well, now he was up. In multiple ways. He reached over and turned on his lamp and stammered out, "uhâw-whatâwhere did that come from?" Spencer's voice rose multiple octaves while his heart skipped a beat.
"Well I justâ," she started before cutting herself off and making a face that said she was thinking about how exactly she wanted to explain her thought process. "There's something I've been thinking about for a couple weeks." Her cheeks tinged pink in the soft light of his desk lamp as she shyly looked up at him through her lashes in a way that made his pajama pants start to feel uncomfortably tight.
"Oh? What would that be?" Spencer found himself echoing his first question, unable to focus on anything that wasn't (Y/N) (or her nipples, which were peeking through her thin tank top).
"Do you, um, do you remember that conversation about Pon Farr Penny and I were having a little while back?" She whispered, seeming embarrassed to be bringing it up.
"I do," he confirmed, nodding while he finally moved his eyes from her chest to her face, "why do you ask?" He leaned down and began peppering her face with soft kisses, drawing a symphony of giggles from her, before moving from her cheeks down her chin and then to her neck.
Her giggles turned to soft moans and she tried her best to form a response, but as Spencer began sliding his hand up underneath the fabric she found herself struggling to think through the haze. She finally managed to mutter a soft, "I justâmmmâthe conversation got me thinking that it might be fun toâfuck, Spencerâto kind of, like, roleplay sometimeâholy shit, Spencer, please donât stop!" His fingers had found their way to her nipples and while she spoke he began gently teasing and tormenting them.
As Spencer continued to explore the sensitive skin of (Y/N)'s chest, she couldn't help but let out another moan, causing Spencer to pause momentarily to look into her eyes. "Roleplay?" Spencer whispered hoarsely, his voice laced with both excitement and curiosity as his fingers continued their dance on her skin. "What did you have in mind?"
(Y/N) bit her lip nervously, her eyes darting around the room as if seeking inspiration. "Well," she began hesitantly, "I was thinking something along the lines of, uh, maybe a kind of Trek-themed scenario? Like, you could be a Vulcan, and IâI could be your mate?" She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper as she watched Spencer's expression.
"And what would that involve, exactly?" he asked, his voice low and sultry, his fingers still gently stroking her nipples.
(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "Well, it might involveâuh, well, you know, some intimate bonding rituals."
Spencer laughed softly, the sound warm and low in the dimly-lit room. "You want me to roleplay as a Vulcan during Pon Farr and engage in 'intimate bonding rituals' with you?" He teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. He wanted to respond by saying, marry me; instead, he settled for, "I can't say I've ever really thought about that before, but I'm willing to give it a try." He began trailing kisses from her neck down to her chest while he tugged on the hem of her shirt, pulling it off of her when she raised her arms above her head for him.
He started trailing kisses down her stomach, stopping when he reached the waistline of her pajama shorts and looking up at her through his eyelashes. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, and she lifted her hips instinctively so he could slide them down her legs. Spencer moved back up her body to kiss her softly on the lips before getting up off of the bed and standing at the edge, rotating (Y/N) 90° and gently pulling her until she was lined up at the edge of the bed before spreading her legs open and kneeling down in front of her slowly.
(Y/N) shuddered with anticipation at the feeling of his breath gently hitting her dripping center. When she looked down at him he was looking up at her, his amber eyes burning with lust and his pupils blown wide. He licked his lips before leaning in and kissing her burning core softly while running his tongue out to lap up some of the beautiful slickness that had accumulated with a soft moan. He tormented her with light teases from his tongue and her hips bucked up towards his mouth, making him use one of his hands to hold them down and look up at her with a stern expression that told her, 'hold still or I'll stop.'
She whimpered at the loss of his tongue, but it was only for a split second as she felt his index finger push up against her entrance. He teased the entrance by lightly moving up and down it, collecting her honey and bringing it up to his lips and licking it off before bringing his finger back. When he started slowly pushing his finger inside of her, he attached his lips to her clit and did a delightful thing with his tongue that made her nearly see white.
She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair and gasped out a soft, "Spencer that feels soâoh godâso fucking good!" He slowly pumped his finger in and out of her, savoring the sensation of her soft walls around it. God, how he wanted to be inside of her right now. But there was no way he was going to be able to drag himself away from her pussy, not yet. He needed more. He slipped another finger into her and sucked on her clit, running his tongue around it in circles.
He kept this up and listened to her moans for guidance and encouragement, speeding his fingers up ever so slightly and feeling her body begin to tense up underneath him. Her moans began to increase in volume and frequency, her grip on his hair growing tighter as his fingertips ran across the spongy piece of flesh on the front wall of her pussy, earning a loud and desperate wail from (Y/N) as he felt her orgasm begin to take over her.
He moaned as he lapped up her juices and gave her pussy one last kiss before wiping his mouth and chin with his wrist and moving back up to kiss her desperately. He settled his clothed hips between her soaked legs and she ground her hips against his erection through his pants. He rocked his hips against her, finding a perfect rhythm. He moaned into her mouth before pulling back and standing up, untying the drawstring on his pants to pull them and his briefs down in one swift movement.
He took his place on top of her again and nestled his cock up against her. She reached down between their bodies and stroked his throbbing member before guiding it to her entrance. He wasted no time, pushing into her immediately and groaning in relief. For a brief second he could only think in images and single word fragments. 'Soft, wet, warm,' swirled around his mind in a whirlwind of lust and pleasure as he sank into her further, burying his cock fully inside of her.
"I, uh, I don't know how long I'm going to be able to, uh, last," Spencer admitted with a small, embarrassed laugh. (Y/N)'s only response was to roll her hips against his, drawing a surprised moan from his throat.
"I honestly don't care," she panted, "I just need you to fuck me." She looked at him with a gaze that drove him absolutely mad with lust. He pulled his hips back and began fucking her with slow but moderately hard thrusts, both of them moaning as they locked their lips together again. She met his thrusts with her own movements and brought her hands back up to tangle her fingers in his hair. She tugged at it gently and he moaned and started fucking her faster in response.
"Such a good girl for me, kitten," he purred into her ear. Each moan that fell from her lips pushed him closer and closer to the edge, until he was teetering at the point of no return. "You ready for me to fill you up, baby?" She moaned and nodded in response.
Her nails dug into his shoulders and he felt her pussy begin to flutter around his cock as her second orgasm took her by surprise and ripped through her body. Loud moans spilled from the both of them when Spencer felt himself tip over the edge and stilled with one final thrust inside of her. His cock pulsed as it pumped all of his cum into her.
Once he had pulled out of her he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself off. He grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the warm water before walking back out. He knelt in front of (Y/N) and began to gently clean her up. When he was finished he planted a sweet kiss on one of her thighs before tossing the rag into the laundry basket. He crawled back into bed next to her and laid down on his back.
"You're too far away," he pouted at (Y/N) and held his arms out. She moved up and settled happily within them, resting her head on his chest and nuzzling gently. He began playing with her hair and sighed happily before muttering a soft, "I love you, (Y/N)."
"Love you, too, Spence," she mumbled, already half asleep.
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A Message from Piggy & Kitty
Well, everyone⊠today is a dark day.
Soon, I know weâll find ways to rally together and do what good people have always done in the face of tragedy. But today, it feels dishonest to pretend weâre not feeling despair.
Despair is the worst, ugliest feeling. Itâs so painful, and so resistant to normal forms of comfort. Canât say âIâm so sorryâ because weâre not sorryâweâre furious, and so are you. Canât say âitâll be alrightâ because it wonât beânot for everyone. It feels like the earth opened beneath our feet, and weâve fallen into a deep, dark pit together. More than anything, we wish we could make a ladder or a rope or even just a light appear. But we donât have those things. All we have are words, and the only words that feel honest or helpful right now are âI love you, and Iâm here beside you in this horrible place.â
So in that spiritâŠ
Friends, we love you. We're here with you. And we're scared too.
We will bend all of our research and creativity toward generating ideas to help our readers prepare themselves for what's to come, and fight for a better future. But itâll take a bit for those topics to develop.
I confess that todayâs events stopped my writing in its tracks. It feels so fucking silly to write our little money tips while we are all down here, in the pit. But we will push through that feeling, because our mission hasnât changed. In this dirty world, money is power. When people are desperate, theyâre easy to exploit. Acquiring wealth and stability, without exploiting others, can make you righteously, radically powerful. And weâll need as much power as we can muster to climb back out into the light of day.
If you need a space to vent your feelings, this comment section and our DMs are wide open. Check in with the people you love, and be kind to yourselves as you process this latest development in our shared destiny.
<3 Kitty & Piggy
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