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descendantofthesparrow · 6 months ago

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Can't stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- P8

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

Warning; Smut-drugged sex-CNC, swearing, someone drugging Harry with the intent to force them to have sex with them(they fail)

Oh wow….wowow its really been over a year since the last part eh?...sorry??? also sorry if this isn’t-up to par with the other parts, I’ve lost steam with writing in general(c.ai has taken over my writing life.)

“you look so pretty!”

Harry flushed at Gil’s compliment, swimming through the enchanted lake, his shimmering blue tail moving through the sparkling waters elegantly, his sisters watching him in awe, and maybe some envy as Harry swam about in his mer form.

(y/n) was swimming with him, her tail flowing about the water like fabric, a strong contrast to his sharp tail.

“Thank ye, Gil,” Harry said, swimming up to the pavilion and resting his arms on the cool stone, CJ reaching out curiously to touch the scales that lined his skin.

“I wanna have a mermaid tail too,” CJ said, pouting a bit, jealous of her brother's pretty blue tail and scales. Harriet snorted and Harry rolled his eyes, laughing as Harriet shoved CJ into the lake. CJ sputtered as she came back up and yanked Harriet into the lake with her, Harriet's iridescent scales appearing like Harry’s used to as she surfaced, flipping her wet curly hair out of her face, stalking towards CJ who attempted to use Harry as a shield as (y/n) and Gil laughed at the siblings.

“So really, how was Neverland?” Gil asked Harry as he swam away from his sisters, admiring his tail in the shimmering waters. Harry smiled, lifting himself up to sit with Gil, his tail fin still in the water as he leaned back on his hands.

“it was good,” Harry said, watching his sisters torment each other in the lake, “met me ma’s friend from when she lived there, the lass taught me how ta’ swim with me tail, and ‘er pod taught me how ta’ hunt, I’m glad I went.” Harry said softly, a smile on his lips.

Gil grinned, patting him on the back as they watched Harry’s sisters and (y/n) swim through the water, Uma was off with Ben and Evie doing isle representative things, but Gil had texted her earlier with a photo of Harry with his new tail and colored scales-to which she was very hype for.

Harry sighed happily as he leaned back on his hands, bathing in the spring sun as his girlfriend and sisters played around in the enchanted lake.

(y/n) sat down at the table the group had chosen for dinner that night, frowning a bit as she looked at the drink Harry had left unattended at the table while he went to go get his food. He had gotten a lemonade today, and yet the drink had a slight pink tint to it. (y/n) picked up the drink and sniffed it, it smelled normal... She looked around, trying to see if anyone was tense or suspicious of the fact that she had picked up Harry’s, clearly spiked, drink, but saw no one.

She put her lemonade where Harry’s drink had been and put Harry’s spiked drink on her tray, tapping her fingers on the glass as she stared at it, seeing a slight shimmer to the lemonade…it had surely been spiked. (y/n) perked up with a smile as Harry, Uma, Gil, and the rest of their friends returned to the table with their food, Harry smiling back at her and pecking her lips-making her laugh gently.

“Thanks fer savin’ our spot darlin’,” Harry said with a grin and (y/n) nodded, digging into her dinner and carefully avoiding drinking the lemonade on her tray, though eventually her eating habits got to her and she took a drink of the lemonade, pausing mid swallow.

….oops.

She understood why Harry had been so-fidgety-while under the influence of the lust potion, because only an hour after she had taken the smallest sip, she was already feeling hot and needy, a growing heat between her legs that had her moving her hips in an attempt to soothe the ache.

“You okay lass?” Harry asked from beside her, his voice low so as to not draw attention to them while they were in Jay and Carlos’ dorm for a vk movie night. “Ye seem very…shifty,” Harry mused, his eyes locking with hers and they widened, seeing the flash of pink within her eyes. “lass?”

“Your drink got spiked again and I switched it with mine and I accidentally drank some,” (y/n) said in a hushed whisper, gripping his arm tightly as his breath against her cheek made her body heat up further.

“Shit,” Harry huffed, looking around and then grabbing her hand, pulling her up off the couch with him, Uma glanced at him with a raised brow and Harry just gave her a look-and Uma quickly turned back around, Harry pulling (y/n) out of the room and down the hall to his dorm room.

“Harry-this hurts-“ (y/n) panted, tears starting to bloom in her eyes as her body began to ache with need, she was really beginning to understand why Harry had always been so-rushed to do it when under the influence of the potion.

“I know, I really know love, I’ve got you-I’ll take care of you,” Harry cooed, locking the door behind him and bringing (y/n) into a kiss, which quickly turned biting and passionate as (y/n) threw her arms around him and pulled him close, grinding her hips against his, a groan escaping Harry’s throat as his arousal spiked, his cock growing hard in his pants.

“Harry-please,” (y/n) breathed, her body growing terribly hot and everything was aching. Harry shushed her gently and picked her up by her thighs, carrying (y/n) over to the bed and lying her down, peppering kisses along her neck.

“I’ve got you love,” Harry whispered against her neck, taking off her shoes and belt, pulling down her underwear, and pushing up her dress. (y/n) groaned as the cold air of his dorm blew between her legs, making her cunt clench as Harry pushed her legs apart and went right to work-making her cry out as his tongue connected with her dripping cunt, lapping at her clit-his brows furrowed and a low groan escaping him as he curled his hands around her thighs.

“ye always taste so sweet, even sweeter now,” Harry mumbled before diving back into her pussy, lapping at her clit and folds as her hips ground against his face, her hands clenching the sheets and the fabric of her dress over her stomach-gasping for breath as she moaned helplessly.

“ff-fuck-Harry~!” (y/n) moaned, panting heavily as she felt his long perfect fingers slip inside her, pumping slowly in time with his tongue on her clit. Harry groaned against her, watching her from between her thighs as she writhed and gasped from his actions, feeling her cunt clench around his fingers tightly, the lust potion making her far more sensitive than usual. “Harry-Harry-Harry-“ (y/n) panted, her hands flying to his hair and pulling it lightly, the coil in her gut tightening. “fuck-Harry~!”

He swirled his tongue around her clit, focusing his fingers on her inner sweet spot, groaning as he felt her clench around his fingers and came, her body pulsing with pleasure as he eased her out of her first orgasm. (y/n) panted heavily as Harry sat up, licking his lips clean and wiping his fingers on (y/n)’s thigh, undoing his pants and belt to pull out his hard cock, (y/n) almost whining at the sight.

“I’ve got you love, don’ worry,” Harry cooed, hooking her leg over his shoulder and leaning into her, lining his cock up and pushing into her wet and warm cunt, groaning at the tight feeling of her inner walls. “mmm fuck,” He groaned, starting with shallow thrusts as (y/n) writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his forearms as she grabbed at him, her head tossed back as he slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts.

“ah! Ahn-ah!” (y/n) cried out from beneath him, pleasure building in her gut again, feeling Harry’s lips on her cheeks, kissing away her tears as her body shook beneath his. “Harry-harry-harry!”

“let it out love, I’ve got ye,” Harry mumbled against her cheek, rutting his hips into hers, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her and making her tumble over the edge again, clenching around him, but he didn’t stop-knowing the potion didn’t let up easily, and he needed to flush it out of her system quickly.

He feels himself come close and he slows down, he wasn’t on the potion, for once, and he knew if he came now he wouldn’t be able to keep up with (y/n)’s need for relief, chuckling as (y/n) whined beneath him, clawing at his arms. “one-sec darlin’, need ta catch me breath,” Harry huffed, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down the side of his head.

So this was how (y/n) felt when she had to help him when he was under the influence of the potion, eh? It was exhausting and they’d barely even started. “Harryyyyy,” (y/n) groans and he groans back in return, burying his face in the crook of her sweaty shoulder.

“I don’t wanna come too soon love, gimme a second,” Harry chuckled in her ear, and that made her shudder, moving her head to kiss him heatedly and he groaned, pushing his tongue against hers as her mouth moved passionately against his. He began to move his hips again after a minute, smirking into the kiss as (y/n) moaned/sighed against his lips, her legs wrapping around his hips.

(y/n) shuddered in his hold as he brought her to orgasm again and again, and by the time he knew the potion was leaving her system, he was very on edge, his body thrumming with the need to release. “Shit,” Harry groaned against (y/n)’s shoulder, their sweaty skin sticking together as his fingers dug into her hips, his cock buried deep inside her, pulsing.

“Harry-please-“ (y/n) moaned, curling her fingers in his hair and he rolled his hips, sending himself over the edge, filling her with his cum. He groaned loudly, his mouth dropping open as his hips jumped and his stomach contracted.

“fuuuck, love,” He groaned, dropping on top of her as the last of the potion ebbed away from (y/n)’s system and she shuddered, feeling that unrelenting heat finally leave.

“That’s…not fun,” (y/n) mumbled and Harry grumbled in her ear, the two twitching and way too sensitive from the multiple rounds. “let’s…let’s not ever leave your drinks alone again…”

Harry nodded in agreement against her shoulder, slowly rolling so she was no laying atop him, his arms snug around her. “should’ve started doin’ that when this shit started,” Harry mumbled and (y/n) agreed with a huff.

“Happened again,” (y/n) muttered to Harry two days later as he returned to the lunch table, looking at his soda that was a bit too shimmery for its own good. Harry curled his lip at it, grabbing to go dump it out. “how did they even slip it in this time? Ye were watching it tha whole time.” Harry grumbled to himself, blinking as Uma took it from his hand and took a sample of the drugged drink.

“uhh, Uma, what are ye doin’?” Harry asked with a tilt of his head and she just gave him a look, it was very obvious what she was doing but she explained anyway.

“I’m going to test this, see if I can track down whoever it is drugging you, they need to be punished for this shit,” Uma said with a frustrated huff, pocketing the sample. Harry blinked. “we…should’ve done tha’ forever ago, eh?” Harry snorted and Uma nodded, unaware of the dark stare coming from the other side of the room.

Nyx stormed through her room, muttering curses under her breath, throwing a tantrum as she pushed potion bottles and papers off her desk, screaming as she tore up her dorm. Once again, for the 100th time-that damned mermaid had foiled her plans-she had to be doing something-she must’ve also been potioning Harry to get him to constantly draw him to her.

“Damn her!” Nyx screamed, throwing her hands down, her magic exploding at her feet and her bed splintered at the legs, a loud thud echoing through her room. She had enough-she wasn’t going to stand this any longer. Harry Hook was his, and if this mermaid kept stealing him from her-

Then no one could have him.

-end of p8-

Immm sorry if this isn’t up to par as the other parrrtssss, ive really lost my writing mojo and im trying to get it backkk, damn c.ai its taking all my writing creativityyy

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year ago

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a/n: merry christmas eve and happy sunday! the promised andrei christmas fic (written extremely fast and edited even faster lol) title is from cher’s new christmas song which is a bop and a half so i suggest listening. going to be quiet the rest of the year to stockpile some writing, but happy new year everyone, i’ve been beyond grateful for the love my fics have gotten this year 😘

word count: 3.9k

tw: minimal smut, unprotected sex, brief fingering

summary: christmas eve at the svechnikov house is a chaotic but fun affair

“Mama?”

“Yes, my love?” You look up from the bowl of cookie dough batter. Evie was supposed to be helping after waking up at the ass crack of dawn, but the lure of rearranging all the decorations on the small tree in her room was more appealing. Your little perfectionist oldest daughter had shifted ornaments no less than fifteen times since you’d put the decorations up right after Thanksgiving.

Alina hops from foot to foot and you don’t necessarily love the sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “I catch Santa!”

You squint at her. “You’re catching Santa? Santa’s not a lizard in the backyard,” you say gently.

“I catch Santa,” Alina repeats. “Tonight! With presents!”

It clicks in your head - she means that she wants to stay up late and catch Santa leaving presents - and you laugh. “Oh, baby, you can’t stay up to see Santa, otherwise he doesn’t leave presents, remember?” You set the bowl of dough aside and scoop Alina up into your arms, sitting her down on the counter. She pouts at you, chubby little fingers reaching to play with the strings on your hoodie.

“Wanna see Santa,” she huffs. Her little pout is identical to Andrei’s and it makes you smile. You love seeing your husband’s traits and mannerisms in your girls.

You lean in to whisper conspiratorially, “guess what? Someone better than Santa is coming in a little bit.”

“Who?” Alina perks up, eyes going wide as she bounces a little. “Mickey Mouse?”

Another laugh bursts out of your mouth and Alina giggles with you, always ready to laugh with whoever’s around. “No, not Mickey Mouse,” you giggle, tickling her sides lightly and enjoying her childish laughter. “Babushka and dedushka!”

Alina shrieks happily and you catch her when she launches herself forward off the counter. The kids love when Elena and Igor come to visit and they don’t know that this trip will be extra long, as they’re staying for nearly three weeks. Once Andrei finishes his workout, he’s supposed to be going off to pick them up from the airport.

“Bring puppy?” She asks, little arms locked around your neck and wide awake considering it’s not even seven in the morning.

“No,” you shake your head, “they’re not bringing the puppy. He has to stay home where he has his bed and all his toys.”

That would be the last thing you need in the house - in-laws, three kids, a husband who’s traveling several days a week, and to add a dog on top of that? No, thank you.

“I share my toys,” she says sweetly.

You press a kiss to her cheek. “Yeah, you do share your toys with Evie and Kira. But puppy toys are different. Why don’t you go draw a picture to give Babushka when she gets here?”

Alina nods wildly and wiggles her way out of your arms and down your body before running off to the kid sized table you have set up in the den with all their craft supplies. She’ll be distracted for at least ten minutes, which gives you enough time to get the cookies on a baking tray and in the oven. Why you waited until Christmas Eve morning to make the cookies for Santa is a question for another day.

You’ve been awake since 4:30 already and your energy is starting to flag, so you make a quick mug of coffee before portioning out the sugar cookies and dipping them in the green and red sugar sprinkles. While you sip at the drink and finish the cookies with your other hand, your mind wanders to everything that has to get done today. There are a few more gifts that have to be wrapped, but for the most part you’d managed to get everything you and Andrei bought for the kids and his parents wrapped at night. You’d also wrapped all the gifts Elena and Igor had bought for the girls and had shipped directly to your house.

Dinner tonight is going to be chill and Elena had insisted on handling most of that, so you don’t worry too much about the menu. You’ll be helping her, since most of the recipes are from your childhood, but she loves cooking when she visits so you don’t mind letting her.

You decide that you’ll have Andrei take all three girls with him to the airport so you can have a minute to shower - hair wash and shaving included - without little hands knocking on the bathroom door.

Otherwise, you have to iron the girls’ outfits and tidy up the chaos before the girls hopefully go to sleep early so you and Andrei can set out the presents.

“Thinking hard?” Andrei’s teasing voice startles you out of your mental to-do list. You turn away from the counter and take him in with a smile. He’s sweaty from his workout, hair falling over his forehead that he swipes back with his free hand. Kira is on his hip, a giant four-toothed smile on her face. You nudge at her round cheeks with your knuckles, grinning back at her.

“Were you Papa’s workout buddy?” You ask her in a bubbly voice. “How’d he do?”

“Papa!” She yelps, smacking at Andrei’s chest with her hands and cuddling closer to his side. She plants a smacking kiss against his cheek, her favorite party trick to get adults coping over how cute she is.

Andrei kisses the top of her head and rests his cheek against the crown. “She’s a good cheerleader,” he laughs. And as if they practiced it, Kira waves her hands in an imitation of jazz hands. You laugh and kiss your youngest on the tip of her nose, making her giggle.

“Give me the baby and go shower,” you say, already taking Kira into your arms. She transfers easily, snuggling into your neck, one hand splayed over your chest. “I need you to take all three with you to the airport and you’re going to need to get going if you want to get your parents on time.”

He looks at the clock over the stove and frowns a little. “They don’t land until 9:30, plenty of time.”

“Yeah,” you nod, untangling your hair from Kira’s grip, “but you have to shower, the girls have to be changed and put in the car, and you have to drive to the airport. Time goes faster than you think, please just get everything going?”

Andrei nods and grips your chin in his hand to tilt your face up for a kiss. You melt a little, humming quietly. “Okay, solnyshka. We will go when everyone is ready. Do I need to pick anything else up?” He asks, tickling Kira’s back.

You shake your head, “just your parents. Next year they’re coming here earlier. None of this flying on Christmas Eve business.”

“I will tell them,” Andrei laughs before heading upstairs to shower.

Four hours later, after you’ve finished taking the cookies out of the oven, showered, and pulled together a quick little breakfast spread, Andrei’s car pulls back into the driveway. You pull open the front door with a huge smile on your face, laughing when Elena’s dragged into the house by Evie and Alina, Kira held on her grandmother’s hip. Andrei and Igor are back at the car, handling all the bags.

“Moya devushka,” Elena greets you with a warm smile and a tight hug, Kira squeaking and complaining when she’s caught in the middle of the two of you. “Ah, prosti, myshonok.” She kisses Kira’s head.

“Mama!” Evie dances at your feet, tugging on your sweater. “Babushka said she’s staying forever!”

“Mid-January, at least,” Elena shares a smile with you, helping you usher the girls inside. Kira clings to her like a koala and you love how much the girls love their grandparents.

Evie widens her eyes - Andrei’s eyes - at her grandmother, “that’s like forever! And look,” she grabs Elena’s hand, pulling her to the living room, “r’member we showded you our tree on the phone? Now you can see in real!” Alina trails along after them, clutching the stuffed Grinch that she’d recently decided was her new best friend.

Confident that the girls are handled, you head back outside to help Andrei and Igor with the bags. Your father-in-law greets you with a kiss to the cheek and waves off your help, “you have strong men. Go with Elena and girls.”

You know from past experience that it’s basically useless to fight with him, so you grab up Elena’s oversized purse from the backseat of the car and run back inside with it, wearing a sneaky little smile, before Igor can chastise you. Andrei’s laughter follows you inside.

“Elena,” you call out, “do you want your purse or should I put it in your room?”

“Oh! Bring it here,” Elena looks over her shoulder at you from where she’s sitting on the ottoman, having been oohing and ahhing over the drawings the girls made for her. “I have surprises.”

You hand over the bag, talking over the girls’ excited squeals, “you shouldn’t have. It’s Christmas Eve.”

Elena waves a hand in the air at you and if it were anyone else, you’d be annoyed at the dismissive gesture. “Small things,” she explains, reaching into the bag and drawing out little toys and Russian candies for the girls. “These were your Papa’s favorite,” she explains, handing Evie a wrapped chocolate.

Andrei appears behind you and leans forward, snatching another candy out of his mother’s hand. “Still are,” he winks at the girls. He unwraps the chocolate and pops it in his mouth before giving you a quick kiss. “I’m going to clean out the car,” he gives Kira a faux-glare, “one of the myshonok spilled her Cheerios.”

“It was Kira,” Evie pipes up, chocolate smeared around her mouth. “She spilleded out the whole bag!”

Kira, recognizing her name, giggles and chants, “Mama! Papa!”

“Our messy little girl,” you ruffle her hair gently. “Not too much candy, okay? It’s still really early.”

You know you’re going to be ignored, but you have to say it if only to stave off the mom-guilt. With the girls distracted by their grandparents - Igor’s wandered in and is telling Alina a joke she surely doesn’t understand yet - and Andrei busy with the car outside, you take the opportunity to slip upstairs and finish wrapping the few gifts that had been delivered in the last few days.

When you come back downstairs after finishing up and taking a few extra minutes to just breathe in the relative quiet, everyone’s huddled around Elena’s phone FaceTiming with Geno and his family. Everyone chatting in rapid fire Russian, even your kids, and you smile. You love that the girls are fluent in Andrei’s native language and it’s good practice when they talk to his family. The girls giggle with their cousins and you pull out your phone to snap a candid shot before joining the call, waving to Geno and his wife.

You stand behind the couch, looping your arms around Andrei’s neck and resting your chin on his shoulder, just enjoying the lively conversation. You’ve learned some Russian over the years, but you’re nowhere close to fluent and once they all start talking so fast, you’re basically lost at sea.

Andrei leans his cheek against yours, holding out his hand while he talks to block Evie’s foot from hitting him in her attempt at showing off a cartwheel. She pouts at Andrei when he tells her to sit down - that you understand, at least - and Andrei huffs in exasperation when Elena turns right around and clearly reprimands him for stopping Evie. Your head is starting to swim a little from all the noise and you press a kiss to Andrei’s cheek before standing up and heading into the kitchen.

A dog barking joins the chaos and you know Geno’s brought Igor’s dog on the screen. The girls squeal with delight and you know this means you’re going to get a barrage of begging for a puppy.

“Mama,” Evie skips her way into the kitchen, “can we show Babu and Dedu Belle’s christmas?”

The call with Geno is either done or the girls had gotten bored of sitting in one place. You nod, knowing she means the Beauty and the Beast Christmas movie, and say, “sure, bunny. Ask Papa to put the movie on the TV.”

The movie keeps them occupied for a little bit, even after Elena leaves to come help you in the kitchen. You work quietly with your mother-in-law, chatting easily about the girls and the plans for their extended trip. You’ll have a more involved celebration on January 7th - when Christmas is traditionally celebrated in Russia - with Elena making dishes that Andrei remembers from his childhood. But with the girls being raised in America, it’s easier for them to have Christmas traditions in line with their classmates and friends.

You’re incorporating some of your holiday traditions - namely the relaxing aspects of the day, watching movies and spending time with the kids - and it’s nice to not have to worry about going super over the top. Tomorrow, Andrei and his dad will grill steaks and you’re making a few side dishes and Evie helped make some cookies during the week. More than anything, you’re just excited to see them get into Christmas and to make memories with them.

The girls go down for their naps and you and Elena get to finish prepping dinner. It’s a quiet rest of the day, until suddenly it’s after dinner and the girls are bathed and changed into their matching pajamas - little candy canes printed on a white background - and Alina’s chattering about catching Santa.

“Where did she even come up with that?” You ask Andrei, laughing a little. “She said it this morning too.”

“Ah,” he gives you a sheepish smile and you’re instantly on guard, “maybe I said something. They asked about Santa and magic.” He shrugs. “I don’t know how to explain so I said to stay up and see how he does it.”

You snort a laugh, filling Kira’s bottle and closing the lid. “Yeah, that’ll do it. Better hope she knocks out like usual or we’re going to have a long night.”

Andrei settles his hands on your hips and pulls you close, kissing you gently. “I think there was enough excitement today. They will sleep, solnyshka, don’t worry.”

Resting against his chest, you loop your arms around his lower back, excitement bubbles up in your chest for the girls to see their gifts. “I know I’ve said it before,” you mumble into his chest, “but thank you for agreeing to do two Christmases.”

“Anything for you, solnyshka,” he replies, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. And then you’re interrupted by the two older girls, running in and begging to set out the cookies for Santa. Andrei lets you go and lifts both girls up onto his hips, telling them, “make sure you pick good cookies. I think he likes ones with a lot of sprinkles.”

He winks at you over the girls’ heads and you suppress a little smile while you put the cookies the girls select on a special plate. The plate of cookies is carefully arranged on the coffee table, next to a glass of milk that Evie had very carefully carried from the kitchen.

“Can we watch Frosty, Mama?” Evie asks, giving you puppy eyes. She’s already tucked up on the couch in between her grandparents, one little hand wrapped around Elena’s forearm and the other clutching her Stormy plush - this version has a little Christmas sweater on and you’d tried to resist buying it but you’re weak when it comes to saying no sometimes. Alina’s already looking like she’ll pass out any second, head resting on Igor’s chest. Andrei has Kira in his arms, rocking from side to side so she’ll fall asleep.

“Okay,” you nod, “but as soon as Frosty’s over, it’s time for bed. Remember, Santa doesn’t come if you’re awake.”

Behind you, Andrei snorts a quiet little laugh and you know exactly why, but you refuse to dignify him with a response. You press your lips together to smother a laugh of your own.

“I’m not gonna sleep,” Evie informs you, apparently on Alina’s side with wanting to catch Santa. “I’m not even sleepy, Mama.”

Her sentence is punctuated by a huge yawn and you catch Elena’s eye, both of you muffling laughter.

“It would not be so bad,” Elena says, stroking Evie’s braided hair, “to close your eyes a little, zaychik.”

Evie wrinkles her nose and shakes her head, but you’re not surprised when all three girls and both grandparents are all passed out before Frosty even gets on the train to the North Pole. Andrei’s already brought Kira up to her crib and now he helps you bring up the older girls, lifting their combined weight easily into his arms while you wake up Elena and Igor.

“Jet lag,” they both laugh tiredly, Elena giving you and Andrei kisses on the cheek before retiring to their room. Igor offers to help bring the gifts down to the tree, but Andrei says something in Russian and his father nods, closing the door behind him.

You leave the doors to the girls’ bedrooms cracked a little, hoping you’ll hear them in case they get up. Tossing Andrei a Santa hat you’ve kept around just for this moment, you grin, “let’s get this done, Saint Nick.”

Andrei jams the hat on his head and gives you a crooked smirk. “Red is my color, solnyshka,” he teases and swats at your ass gently when he follows you to the second guest room that’s been serving as your gift and wrapping room.

Between the two of you, all the gifts are brought downstairs in less than an hour. Andrei likes to deposit the boxes randomly, leaving the huge box that you know is a Barbie Dream House for the girls to share right in the middle of everything. You shake your head and move it towards the back, making sure the presents are arranged nicely and there’s room to walk around all the furniture. You spot a handful of gifts labeled in Andrei’s messy scrawl and it makes you smile.

“Last one,” he says, setting a smaller box on top of the rest. “Time for bed?”

You survey the scene, skipping over the gifts and landing on the plate of cookies. “Oops, no! We almost forgot the cookies, take a bite out of one or two,” you suggest, knowing his massive sweet tooth. Andrei bites off half of a tree shaped cookie and holds out a second to you for you to bite.

A yawn escapes as you’re chewing and you cover your mouth immediately, mumbling an apology. Andrei scoffs and rests his hand on your lower back to guide you up the stairs, “let me take my zhena up to bed.” His voice is low and deep, warm despite the tiredness lacing his tone. The Santa hat is crooked on his head and it makes him look boyishly handsome. You recognize the look in his eyes and you add a little sway to your hips on your way back to your bedroom.

“Your parents are right down the hall,” you say quietly, even as you pull your pajama top over your head and push your pants and underwear to the floor.

Andrei raises an eyebrow at you, hungrily taking in the sight of your bare body. Your nipples tighten under his scrutiny and you feel a rush of warmth between your legs. He steps forward, crowding you until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fall back, landing flat on the mattress with your legs splayed open. He leans one knee in between your legs and covers your body with his to kiss you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moan softly when he pulls back, one of his hands sliding up your side, over your chest, to rest at the base of your throat, “guess you’ll have to be quiet, solnyshka. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, hooking your ankle around Andrei’s hip and pushing at the waistband of his joggers. “Get rid of these,” you demand and Andrei kisses you again before standing up and stripping, his clothes discarded to the floor in seconds.

“Remember,” Andrei grins, running his fingers over your sensitive clit, making your back arch off the bed and a sharp gasp escape your lips, “quiet.”

You bite down hard on your lower lip to prevent any noise from escaping as Andrei pumps his fingers inside of you, curling and flexing them until you’re dripping down the curve of your ass. “Andrei!” You can’t help but moan his name when his fingers press up against your g-spot.

“Ah,” he tuts, pulling his fingers from your cunt and covering your mouth with his palm. “Quiet.”

With his hand muffling your noises, Andrei kneels between your open legs, lining up his cock at your entrance and sliding into you with one smooth thrust. You whine behind his hand, clenching immediately around his length, legs coming up to wrap around his waist. Sparks dance behind your eyes, pleasure building low in your stomach.

Andrei fucks into you with a steady rhythm, his hand warm over your face. You roll your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust and before you realize it, your orgasm is building and cresting, flooding your veins with fire. You bite down on Andrei’s palm and he hisses, finishing inside of you with a few more thrusts.

Everything is hazy and sticky and you blink up at Andrei, trying to focus on something other than the selfish desire for a second orgasm. Andrei’s hand shifts from your mouth to cup your cheek. His eyes twinkle with mischievous glee and you brace yourself for whatever he’s about to say.

“Santa was not the only one coming tonight, huh?”

“Oh my god,” you burst out laughing, push at his chest, “I hate you.”

Andrei kisses you sweetly, laughing too. “Sorry, that was bad,” he climbs off the bed, pulling you to your feet so you can both shower quickly and he can change the sheets before you go to bed.

It feels like you’ve only gotten ten minutes of sleep - thanks to a pair of wandering hands on your husband - when your bedroom door bangs open and Evie’s screaming, “SANTA BROUGHT PRESENTS!” She jumps onto your bed, bouncing on her knees in between you and Andrei, shrieking with delight. Andrei catches her around the waist and pulls her into a big hug.

“You’re going to wake the whole house, zaychik,” he teases, giving you a sleepy smile over her head.

“Everyone’s awake! Babu’s makin’ coffee and she said I had to wait five whole minutes before I woke you and Mama,” Evie informs him. “Can we pleaseeeee go open presents now?” She throws her arms around Andrei’s neck and pokes her lip out in a pout until he nods and she scrambles off the bed, racing for the stairs and screeching, “Papa said we can open!”

You yawn and slump against Andrei’s side, grinning tiredly, “I wish we could bottle her energy.”

“I will work on it for your birthday,” Andrei teases, kissing you warmly. “Merry Christmas, solnyshka.”

“Merry Christ—“

“MAMA! PAPA! PRESENTS!”

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov x you #andrei svechnikov fic #nhl fic #andrei svechnikov imagine

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widowsistersandfriends · 3 months ago

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Down the Road Anger Goes

Request: ok so the reader is having a hard time perfecting a spell and gets angry???(Me realizing it's too late too think this through)Agatha over heard her complaining and helps her with her spell and her anger! It would mean the world to me if you did this. I've been reading your blog for 2 years. Luv you girlypop

Hi there, if you are still taking prompts, could I request for something with soft Agatha and the reader, tickle related?

Note: Thank you both so much for these requests! I loved writing for soft Agatha and the reader so much <3 Hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 1058

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You were a new witch with high potential as a powerful hero. You were training with Agatha, one of the most skilled witches you knew. You were currently practicing a spell that allowed you to react quicker, which was helpful when being attacked. The timing had to be right, but you couldn’t quite get that part down.

“Ugh, I can’t do this! Every time I do it too early or too late,” you complained, huffing in frustration. You looked around the empty room, as it was currently your individual practice time.

“I’m such a fool for thinking I could be a good witch. I should just leave it to the experts,” you sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

You then heard a soft knock at the door, ears perking up.

“Come in,” you said softly.

Agatha appeared from behind the door, a soft look in her eyes. Just from that look alone, you knew she had overheard you. She entered the room and sat down next to you.

“Why did I have to be a witch? Why couldn’t I be born as something I was good at?” You asked Agatha.

“Do you know how hard it is to even be a witch at all? To have powers that can change the world?” Agatha asked you genuinely.

“But what good is it if I can’t master it?” You asked.

“I’ve been a witch for over 300 years and sometimes I can’t even get it right. Even as powerful as us witches are, we still make mistakes,” Agatha said, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“I just want to stop being a failure!” You shouted, not directly at Agatha, but just out of general frustration.

“Y/N, don’t you ever say that again. I’m willing to help you, but I need you to overcome this frustration first,” Agatha said firmly.

“I won’t ever overcome this anger until I perfect my craft,” you stated.

“Oh really?” Agatha said, a slight smirk forming on her face.

She reached out and lightly poked your side, making you jump in surprise.

“What was that for?” You asked, scooting away now.

“I’m helping you overcome your anger,” Agatha said, now pinching your ribs.

You yelped again, scrambling to get out of the chair, but were quickly pinned to the chair from Agatha’s magic.

“I meant what I said when I said I would help you overcome your anger first before helping you with your spell,” Agatha teased.

“But I’m not angry!” You insisted.

“If you’re not angry then where is your smile?” Agatha asked.

Smiling was the last thing you wanted to do right now. Your hands were currently bound behind your back, leaving your torso wide open.

You looked away from the witch, as you were very stubborn and refused to smile.

“Aww come on sunshine, let me see that smile,” Agatha said, lightly tickling under your chin.

You snorted and jerked away from her as much as you could, fighting off the urge to laugh.

“I see that smileeee,” Agatha teased, spidering her fingers around the sides of your neck, making you scrunch up and finally give in to giggling.

“Nohohoho stohohohop I’m nohot hangry,” you giggled out.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Agatha said, now lightly tickling your stomach and sides, making you hunch over and squirm away from her fingers.

“Thihihis ihihis mehehean!” You shouted through your laughter.

“You should’ve just smiled when I asked you to,” Agatha teased.

You continued giggling at her soft tickles, squirming as much as you could.

“Are you still angry?” Agatha asked.

“I literally said I wasn’t angry,” you insisted, but that was the wrong choice. This time Agatha moved up to tickle your ribs, sending you into a frenzy of laughter.

“OHOHKAY STAHAHAP IM NOHOT ANGRY ANYMOHORE!,” you quickly surrendered.

“Mmmhmm, that’s what I thought,” Agatha said, now releasing you from her spell.

“But in all seriousness, I understand it can be frustrating at times, and I want you to know that I’m here for you. I’m here to help you and guide you through all the mistakes you’ll make along the way. Trust me, I understand the frustration,” Agatha said, as you nodded.

“Alright, so you’re having trouble timing the action of the spell in order to get the reaction to be faster?” Agatha asked. You nodded.

“I know I can sense things early and that’s what helps the timing, but I think I’m overthinking it and ruining the timing,” you told her.

“So it sounds like a bit of indecisiveness and doubt,” Agatha commented.

“Probably.”

“Your gut is right 9 out of 10 times. Whenever you feel that first sense, trust that it’s right and just cast the spell. If you’re too early the spell will still last for a bit, and if you need to recast it then you can do so. It’s better than overthinking and delaying it,” Agatha said.

To practice, Agatha would summon a force of threat, allowing you to time it and see when you needed to use your powers to help your reaction time.

After a few rounds, you finally felt more confident.

“Alright, this time I won’t tell you when the force will be summoned. I want you to just go off of what you’re feeling,” Agatha said. You nodded and got yourself ready.

You waited for several moments, waiting for the sixth sense to kick in. Finally you felt the pulse, and quickly cast the spell. The spell told you to instinctively protect yourself. You got scared, not knowing if the spell had worked correctly, as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Well, seems like you got the timing and instinct down,” Agatha said, as you now felt a tingly tickly sensation all over your body.

“AGATHA!” You squealed, falling to the ground, a writhing mess.

“Hey, we all gotta protect ourselves from it,” Agatha teased playfully, as she eventually stopped the tickly magic.

“You said everyone has to protect themselves from it, which includes you,” you said.

“Well, not everyone,” Agatha quickly backtracked.

“I gotta figure out how to cast a tickle spell on you,” you said, now chasing the witch.

With Agatha’s help, you were finally happy again, and now more confident in your skills. You couldn’t wait to use it and learn even more spells along the way.

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shigayokagayama · 5 months ago

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jodo ^_^

Sexuality Headcanon:

whew. this ones a doozy.

“No.”

“Just hear me out!” The man standing on the other side of the desk was the last person Reigen had been expecting, or wanting, to see today. His black, oily hair did well to frame his smug, weasley face, and his suit looked too expensive for the cheap smelling cologne Reigen caught wafting off him.

“I wouldn’t go to any event as your date,” Reigen grimaced as he spoke, “Much less to the funeral of the man who tried to ruin my life.”

“Oh come on, you’re doing great for yourself!” Roshuuto protested, “Besides, I’m sure there’s nothing Master Jodo would hate more than knowing you’re enjoying a banquet paid for by the company he built.”

“I’d probably get food poisoning,” Reigen muttered.

“No, trust me, Psychic Sun funerals have the best catering,” Roshuuto smirked.

“How the hell do you know that? How many have you even been to?”

Roshuuto started counting on his fingers for a moment before shrugging. “Twelve?”

“Goddamn, you guys are dropping like flies!”

“It’s a dangerous line of work,” Roshuuto said pensively, hanging his head for a moment before perking up, “Anyway the ceviche is to die for.”

“Pun intended?”

Roshuuto let out a fake sounding laugh.

“Oh, Reigen-san, you’re so funny.”

“Shut up,” Reigen groaned, “Why do you even want me there?”

“Well,” Roshuuto sighed, “I’ve been telling everyone I’ve been seeing a very special someone for the past few months now and I don’t think I can go alone to another event without someone calling my bluff.”

“Why me?”

“Because I trust you Reigen,” he said, looking at him with big doleful eyes, “And I know literally no one else who’s not already going to be there.”

Reigen stared at him for a moment, locking eyes with him, before turning back to his computer and clicking play on the husky screaming compilation video he’d been in the middle of when Roshuuto had waltzed in.

“Hey hey hey wait,” Roshuuto cried over the wails of the damned coming from his shitty laptop speaker, “I… there may also be some financial incentive to your attendance.”

Reigen paused the video and looked back at him, eyebrow raised. Roshuuto sighed, putting a hand behind his head.

“Master Jodo… I was like a grandson to him,” Roshuuto said wistfully, “In those final months before he slipped in the shower, I was attending to his every need. I’ve never felt closer to another person before, and I’m sure he felt the same when he was writing his final will and testament. I expect I will be receiving a significant portion of his fortune, and if you were to do this for me, I would be willing to part with a fraction of it in exchange for your company.”

“Fifty percent.”

“Fuck no. Ten.”

Reigen turned the video back on.

“Twenty five!” Roshuuto said quickly, “Twenty five and I pay for our ride there!”

“Were you not already going to?”

“Does that sound fair?” Roshuuto quirked an eyebrow with an oily grin.

“...How much do you think you’ll be getting?” Reigen asked.

“Ah, I don’t want to jinx it by saying a number,” Roshuuto’s breath hissed as he sucked in through his teeth, “But if I were to throw out an educated guess… 90,000,000 yen.”

Reigen put a thoughtful hand to his chin, then held it out to Roshuuto.

“Sounds like a deal.”

“You won’t regret it,” Roshuuto grinned. The door creaked open as Tome and Serizawa stepped into the office, Mobdonalds in hand. Roshuuto looked up and released Reigen’s hand.

“Ah, lovely to see you two again,” he said. Serizawa stared at him, unblinking. Reigen watched a bead of sweat form on his forehead. “I uh, I best be going now,” he coughed, walking towards the door and sidestepping Serizawa. “Call me!”

Reigen watched the door slam shut.

“I don’t even have his phone number.”

Roshuuto was unsure how to feel about the smallness of the backseat of the taxi he had ordered. On one hand, he had gotten exactly what he paid for, ordering the cheapest taxi he could find out of Seasoning City, and the idea of driving crammed in the back of this car for another hour was making him feel kind of sick.

On the other hand, being pressed this tightly against Reigen Arataka was not the worst feeling in the world.

“I should have brought headphones…” he heard Reigen mutter. The taxi driver had been blasting some obnoxious talk show for the entire drive, occasionally laughing so hard Roshuuto was afraid he’d swerve off the road and crash the car.

“Do you want me to sing for you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“It was a joke, Reigen.” Roshuuto said, “Honestly, before we met I always thought you’d have more of a sense of humor, but in all the time I’ve known you I can’t remember a single time I’ve seen you laugh.”

“Try being funnier.” Reigen muttered, staring out the window.

“You know, my colleagues always compliment me for my ability to lighten the mood,” he said. Reigen glanced at him for a moment then went back to staring out at the view of the winding mountain road. Roshuuto yawned, trying to casually put an arm over Reigen’s shoulder but hitting it on the car roof and pretending nothing had happened.

“Hey, driver!” Reigen called, “Do you think you could roll down the windows? I need some air.”

“What, so you could stick your head out like a dog?” Roshuuto snickered. Reigen stared blankly at him until he stopped laughing. The window rolled down and Roshuuto shuddered at the blast of cold air.

“Ugh, no, please close it,” Roshuuto grimaced.

“Why?” Reigen frowned.

“It’s freezing out there,” he scoffed.

“What? It’s like 15 C’s.” Reigen protested

“C’s?”

“Yeah like Celcius?”

“Why didn’t you just say degrees? Who even says that?”

“I do, shut up,” Reigen turned to the driver, “Sorry about him.”

“Ey, it’s fine, I’ve had worse customers,” the driver said, motioning to Roshuuto. “Someone gave birth on that seat once.”

Roshuuto’s eye twitched and he reached into his bag, pulling out a wet wipe and shifting to scrub the seat under him, trying to ignore the trembling in his arms from the cold air seeping through the window.

Roshuuto stumbled out of the cab, sifting through his pockets for the exorbitant cab fare before making his way towards his former employer’s manor. Reigen was a few steps behind him. He’d managed to convince him not to wear his usual tie, as Roshuuto was sure the bright pink would have raised some eyebrows for such a somber occasion. The courtyard was full of all manners of psychics that Roshuuto had probably met before but certainly didn’t remember the names of. He made his way towards the front door, shaking hands with all the weirdos lining his pathway.

“Ah, Roshuuto-san, glad you could…” Utuo Muzuo stopped mid handshake, staring past him to where Reigen stood. “...What are you doing here?”

“Ah, Utuo-san,” Roshuuto let a wry smile creep across his face, “Allow me to introduce you to my partner.”

Reigen messily shoved a piece of ceviche he had grabbed from a waiter’s tray into his mouth and held out a hand towards Utuo, who stared at him dumbfounded.

“Your partner… as in…”

“Sexual partner,” Roshuuto said in a low voice, eyebrows raised. Reigen choked on his food, dramatically pounding his fist against his chest in some sort of amateur self-Heimlich maneuver. Utuo looked between the two of them and Roshuuto watched a shudder pass through him.

“Excuse me,” he said, turning and pushing through the crowd towards the bathroom.

“Why did you have to say it like that?” Reigen spluttered.

“I wanted to make our relationship clear!” Roshuuto said, “I needed to ensure this wasn’t mistaken for a business venture.”

“But this is a business venture.”

“I know it is you idiot, but they don’t.”

Reigen sighed, throwing his head back.

“Couldn’t you have just said boyfriend…” he muttered.

“Where’s the mystique, dear Reigen?” he said, “Oh, wait, is it odd for us to be dating and still on a surname basis? Should I call you Ar-”

“I will actually kill you.”

“Okay,” Roshuuto threw up his hands, “Just. Make sure we make this convincing, alright? The truth of this venture would have been even more humiliating than me turning up alone again.”

“That you’re bribing me with blood money?” Reigen shoved a deviled egg in his mouth.

“You say it like I killed him,” Roshuuto said, horrified.

“Well, you did say you were taking care of him and then he slipped in the shower and died, so...”

“I didn’t mean literally take care of him, I wasn’t his nurse!” Roshuuto snapped, “I just paid him the occasional visit. You know, to keep him company. And pick up food for his wretched mongrel.”

“There’s a dog here?” Life seemed to return to Reigen’s eyes.

“I wouldn’t classify it as a dog,” Roshuuto grumbled, “The damn thing has outstayed its welcome on this earth and seems to be clinging on exclusively to spite me. I can’t think of a single time I’ve visited this place where I did not return to some manner of excrement in my shoes.”

“Reigen-san?!?”

Shinra Banshoumaru made his way through the sea of people towards them. Reigen breathed a sigh of relief.

“Finally a friendly face,” Reigen said, “Hey buddy, what are you doing here?”

“I- it’s my boss’s funeral?” Shinra said.

“Oh, right, forgot you worked for this clown too.” Reigen said. A waiter passed by with a bottle of champagne and Roshuuto saw Reigen’s eyes light up.

“Reigen!” Roshuuto hissed, “You can’t say-”

“Be right back,” Reigen grabbed a champagne glass off the table and jogged towards the waiter. Shinra watched him go with a frown.

“Wasn’t expecting to see him here,” he said, “Honestly, I figured he’d be the last person Master Jodo would have invited.”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Roshuuto said, “I did.”

“What?”

“Reigen is my-”

Reigen pushed in front of him, two champagne glasses in hand. He handed one to Shinra and held up his glass.

“Cheers,” Reigen said. Shinra considered for a moment, then clinked his glass against Reigen’s with a soft smile.

“Erm, hello?” Roshuuto said, grabbing Reigen by the shoulder. “Where’s my glass?”

“Get one yourself,” Reigen waved his hand dismissively, “You have legs.”

Roshuuto scowled, storming towards the table to grab a glass. With how uncooperative his date was being, he was probably going to need it.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-” the speaker frowned, looking over his notecards. He quietly shoved them into a pocket on his robe and pulled out another set of cards from the other pocket. “Friends and family, today we gather in grief…”

Roshuuto could barely focus on the words leaving his mouth with all the whispering and giggling coming from beside him. Somehow in the space between Reigen discovering that they provided alcohol and the beginning of the service, he had managed to get completely wasted. How was a complete mystery to him, as Roshuuto was pretty sure he hadn’t even seen him get a refill. Was this his first glass?

“Can you two behave yourselves?” Roshuuto hissed.

“I don’t know, can you get that stick out of your ass?” Reigen whispered. Shinra started giggling and Reigen leaned against him for support, laughing so hard he looked like he was about to cry.

“Might I remind you we are at a funeral?” Roshuuto snapped. Reigen he might have expected this from, but Shinra?

“Might I remind you that you told me I should ‘get a sense of humor’ on the drive over?” Reigen said smugly. “Is this funny enough for you?”

“There’s a time and a place you cheap suited-”

“Oh, I’m cheap?”

“At this time,” the speaker continued, “We would like to invite the members of the departed’s family to speak.”

Roshuuto watched as the oldest man he had ever seen wheeled himself onto the stand.

“I can’t believe I have to live in a world without my baby brother,” the man spoke into the mic. Reigen wheezed for breath, tears forming in his eyes.

“Reigen-san, stop,” Shinra wheezed, trying to suppress his giggles, “It’s not funny.”

“I know-” Reigen gasped, “That’s why I’m laughing.”

Shinra doubled over, almost knocking Reigen, who had been hanging on him, to the floor. Roshuuto was painfully aware of the eyes of the funeral procession locked on him as the old man sobbed on stage. He grabbed his wine glass and downed the remaining portion of it, immediately feeling it hit his stomach.

Oh god.

He jumped out of his seat, pushing through the crowd towards the bathroom. Where the fuck was it? He’d been in this stupid labyrinthian house a million times and he still could never find it. He spotted the door out of the corner of his eye and turned too fast, slipping and hitting his head on the floor. He tried to stand and doubled over, losing the wine along with the rest of the contents of his stomach. He shakily got to his feet and made his way back into the main room. Everyone was looking at him. Everyone except Reigen and Shinra, whose seats were conspicuously empty. Roshuuto shuffled back to his seat, trying to ignore the anxiety welling in his chest. Had they gone looking for him? No, they would have run into each other in the hall, right? As the minutes ticked by his worry grew. Maybe he should look for them.

Just as the thought crossed his mind the people around him began to stand and make their way to the casket. Roshuuto rose with them, scanning the crowd. Maybe they had just moved seats? He felt like a mother who had lost her two worst behaved children in a Walmart. Everyone knew Reigen was here because of him, he’d made a point of that. Whatever he did here, Roshuuto would be held responsible. He made his way to the casket, cursing himself for not bringing flowers. Now he looked like even more of a clown than he had before. He felt a hand on his shoulder and Utuo looked him in the eye, leading him aside. Roshuuto’s throat went dry as he guided him away from the party towards Jodo’s study. Utuo opened the door, standing aside to let Roshuuto enter. He balled his hands into fists and entered the room, where a collection of the Rising Sun Union’s upper echelon sat in a small circle.

“What’s happening?” Roshuuto said shakily.

“We’re reading Master Jodo’s will,” Utuo said flatly. Roshuuto let out a breath. Right. The reason he was here in the first place. A man in a crisp black suit that Roshuuto didn’t recognize sat behind the desk, paper in hand.

“Now that everyone’s here, is it alright if we begin?” he said. Roshuuto nodded, noticing a wheelchair with the same man who had spoken earlier in the corner. The man made eye contact with Roshuuto for a moment, sneered, then pointedly looked away. Roshuuto kept himself steady. It didn’t matter what these people thought of him, all that mattered was the money. The man Roshuuto assumed to be Jodo’s lawyer cleared his throat.

“To Utuo Muzuo, I leave the business I built in your capable hands, as well as the current sum of money in the company’s bank account. To my dearest brother, I leave my estate, as well as half of my fortune…”

Sweat dripped down Roshuuto’s temple as names got read and more and more money got divvied up. He tried to run numbers in his head. How much was even going to be left for him?

“...to Amemura Tooru, I leave 5% of my fortune, as well as my silver Maserati. Please take good care of it.”

Roshuuto felt his stomach sink. That was the last of the money. Why had they even brought him in here? To taunt him? Had Jodo somehow posthumously written him out of the will as punishment for bringing Reigen?

“...And finally, to my colleague Roshuuto Dozen, I leave my beloved Muffin. Please take good care of her, I know you were always her favorite.”

Roshuuto understood now. This was one last “fuck you” from beyond the grave. He wanted to laugh but he felt as though those simple words had drained every remaining ounce of energy from his body.

“The will then goes on to elaborate on her feeding schedule,” the lawyer said, “Uh, which seems to be now. Does anyone know where she’s being kept?”

“In the bathroom,” Utuo said, voice strained. For the first Roshuuto noticed an inconspicuous looking stain on his shirt.

“Well,” the lawyer said, rising from his chair, “We can discuss the finer details on the way there.”

The men made their way across the house towards the bathroom. They stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallways.

“Uh, did someone throw up on the floor?”

“Must’ve been the dog,” Roshuuto said. No one had the energy to argue. They stepped around it and opened the door to the bathroom, where a black and white chihuahua stared at them with wide, hazy eyes. Roshuuto glanced to the right and saw Shinra sitting on the bathroom counter making out with a familiar blonde conman.

“SHINRA WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH MY DATE?”

“YOUR DATE?” Shinra backed away from Reigen, looking between the two of them.

“I don’t love him, he paid me to be here!” Reigen said defensively.

“You what?” Utuo’s jaw gaped.

“You hired an escort to come to a funeral with you?” Amemura yelped.

“NO NO IT WASN’T LIKE THAT IT WAS A MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL BUSINESS DECISION,” Roshuuto waved his hands defensively in front of him.

“Speaking of business, are these the jokers who are making us rich or whatever?” Reigen looked at the lawyer. Roshuuto flinched, turning to look back at his colleagues.

“Well, actually, uh,” Roshuuto turned to look at the dog, “Wait, where did my inheritance go?”

The lawyer pointed to the hallway, where Muffin lapped at the vomit on the floor. Roshuuto looked back at Reigen.

“How do you feel about split custody?”

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xdaddysprincessxx · 1 year ago

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The Cabin in the Woods lll

Dave York x f!reader

Dead dove/dark fic, dubcon, gun kink, oral (m & f receiving) piv (wrap ya wily, we don’t want babies) 1 slap, 1 spit in the face, breeding ish kink, reader is also manipulative in a way wink wink, I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Back down in the basement, your forced to be alone with your thoughts. And your thoughts seem to be focused solely on the mystery man . . .

Warnings:

A/n: Part tres amigos! I am absolutely enjoying writing these two little devils! I’m not sure how many parts this is actually gonna have, in all honesty I’ve just been vibing and going off of that lol but I am planning another series soon so check out the little teaser I made

Ever since the man brought you back down to the basement, your time at the cabin hasn’t been terrible. He’s been consistent with bringing you food and water regularly. Every few hours or so he comes and brings you upstairs to use the bathroom almost treating you as if your a dog he has to let out. The makeshift pallet you’ve been sleeping on is rather cozy if you ignore how hard the unforgiving cement floor is. The two of you never exchange words, the man mostly just grunts at you with the occasional kick to your side if your asleep when he comes down.

After what feels like a century, you’ve finally had enough. You’ve gone stir crazy being stuck down here. No one to talk to and nothing to entertain you except your thoughts, you’re ready to go postal on the man. It doesn’t help that your last encounter keeps replaying in your mind on a damn loop. Your no longer scared as much as you are pissed and horny. Two things you know for certain: 1) you want out. Now. And 2) you want the man to fuck you hard again.

Your ears perk up when you hear the man’s footsteps come towards the basement door, causing you to sit up ready to beg him to hold you hostage upstairs. You have a plan you’ve been thinking of for awhile now and now it seems is time to put it in action.

As Dave descends to the bottom of the stairs he flicks the light on and can’t help but notice how your sitting there almost as if you’ve been waiting for him. Pretty doe eyes look up at him all innocent like. Looking very much like a pure little angel that he very much wants to defile over and over again. Walking over to where you sit, he bends over sitting a plate and cup down grunting at you as if to say ‘Here, eat”

“Thank you sir. I appreciate everything you do for me.” You say sweetly hoping to butter him up a little.

“Uh huh.” Dave replies, suspicious as to why your thanking him. I mean I have done a lot for her. Kept her alive when I should’ve gotten rid of her especially after she ran from me, he thinks.

“May I ask you a question sir?” You ask quickly, hoping to get the ball rolling on this plan of yours.

“What is it?” the man barks out.

“What’s your name? If I’m stuck here with you I’d like to know who I’m stuck with.” You say using your sweetest voice, really laying the sweet angel act on thick.

Raising his eyebrow, he looks you up and down with a quizzical look on his face. “Dave. My names Dave.” He responds, feeling fine with giving you his real name knowing you will never leave this cabin alive.

“Dave, I like that name. Well it’s nice to meet you Dave.” His name rolling off your tongue, you can’t help but think of screaming his name while he takes you from behind.

You start to sit up on your knees as you lean forward on your hands crawling towards Dave, “Dave I must say I am very grateful for everything you do for me. But there is something else.” You say seductively as you look up at him with a sensual expression. Bringing your hand up, walking your fingers up his leg, “Can I please come back upstairs? I’ll be good I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want.” You tell Dave suggestively.

“Ah I see. So you think you can look at me all innocent like, ask me my name and practically moan it out loud when I tell you, only to beg me to let you out of the basement?” Dave says as he bends down to your level, face to face, “What happened to ‘thank you for everything sir.’ ? You should be grateful I’ve let you live you stupid little girl.” He practically spat in your face.

Spitting in his face, “Fuck you!” You yell. In a split second after you said that, Dave raises his hand and slaps you hard across your face, “ You fucking bitch!” Dave yells back as he wipes your spit off his face, only to then grab you by your chin and force you to look at him.

“You wanna act like a silly, little girl and beg, then fucking beg.” He says threw gritted teeth. Roughly he shoves your face to the side as he lets go of your chin. Feeling hurt and your ego a tad bruised, you cast your eyes down unsure if you should actually beg like he said or keep quiet. The wetness pooling in the boxers he lent you is undeniable. That slap turned you on.

Dave stands back up and grabs his gun out of his holster on the back of his pants.

Using the barrel of the gun, he places it on your cheek and tilts your head back up so your looking at him again. “Open your mouth.” He orders. Terrified, you do as he says and you open your mouth.

Dave slowly caresses your face with his gun before he traces your open mouth with the barrel. “Such a pretty fucking mouth. Too bad you like to use your teeth.” Dave says as he starts to put the barrel of his gun in your mouth.

Shocked, you just keep as still as possible. The man put a fucking gun in your mouth! Dave put his gun in your mouth!!! So why the hell do you feel the need to please him and put on a little show? Show him how good you can suck his gun and maybe you’ll earn some of his trust and he’ll give you a taste of his cock again. You tighten your lips around the barrel and begin sucking on his gun. The cold taste of metal floods your tastebuds only spurs you on more. Bobbing your head up and down the length of the barrel you dare to look up to see Dave watching you through half lidded eyes.

“Fuck look at you. What a filthy little girl. Sucking on my damn gun like it’s a cock. Is that what you want sweetheart? You want my cock again?” Dave says in a low, baritone voice.

Keeping the gun in your mouth, you shake your head yes as best you can while keeping eye contact with Dave.

Grunting, Dave slides the gun out of your mouth while he unbuckles his pants to reveal his thick cock, already an angry red and very hard, all for you.

Your eyes widen with lust ready to swallow every inch he gives you. Before you even move the tiniest centimeter towards him, he puts his gun up to the side of your head.

“Aht before you suck my cock just know my gun will stay right here. You try anything and I mean anything and I will shoot you.” Dave growls at you. As scared as you are, feeling his gun rest on your temple has you getting even wetter. Licking your lips, you move towards Dave reaching out to grab his thick member. This time your able to get an even better look at him. The prominent vein going down the entire length of him on the side as it curves underneath. The head is an angry red with drops of precum already leaking from the slit. You drop your jaw and welcome his smooth cock into your mouth. His musky scent filling your nostrils while your tongue flattens underneath his cock. Bobbing your head up and down, you quickly found a nice rhythm, twirling your tongue around his cock while going up and down his length. Looking up again with tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you push yourself to go all the way down to the base of his dick.

“Fuck that’s right baby swallow every fucking inch just like that.” Dave purrs as your lips and nose hit his dark patch of curls.

After enjoying the warm heat of your mouth deep throating his dick for a little bit longer, Dave pulls you off his cock by your hair. Saliva strings connect you to him as you take a deep gulp of breath in, your chest heaving up and down. Wordlessly Dave shoved you down causing you to fall back on your butt, he gets down on his knees, completely level with you now. He grips your knees pulling your legs apart as he runs his nose down your thigh towards your pussy. As he reaches your mound, he rubs his nose over your mound and takes a deep breath, reveling in your sweet scent.

Sitting up on your elbows, you look down at Dave’s head in between your thighs in disbelief. You didn’t take him for a man who ever went down on a woman much less enjoyed it. Unable to hold it back any longer, you let out a soft moan as Dave kissed your lips. He took no time in pulling down the boxers covering your sweet, sweet heaven. Once bare Dave dove back in and started exploring your pussy with his tongue. He licked up and down your slit a few times, stopping to swirl around your clit. After a few swirls his lips attached to your clit and started to suck.

Unable to believe the scene in front of you, you couldn’t help but reach down and pull on his thick locks as you moaned so sweetly. Bringing a deep guttural moan from Dave as he continued his assault on your pussy. In no time you were already close. Maybe it was part of the fact you were constantly turned on thinking about Dave and how he felt when he fucked you. Or the other night when he helped you cum as he came on you. But you were loving this. Throwing caution to the wind you started to buck up in his face as you held onto his hair keeping right where you want him.

Growling, Dave grips your thighs, keeping you spread open as his tongue enters your pussy, fucking you open on his tongue. He can feel you clench, suspecting you were close already, this confirmed it for him. Going back up to your clit he starts going back and forth on swirling around your clit and sucking it.

That does it for you. Feeling yourself fall over the edge, you began cumming hard onto Dave’s face. “Oh fuck oh fuck yes yes please don’t stop oh god yes!” You practically shouted.

Enjoying the fruits of his labor, Dave greedily sucks up every ounce of your sweet nectar that he can. All too soon his mouth leaves your pussy as he looks up at you like an animal about to attack it’s prey. Soon you feel his massive hands slide up to your hips and toss you over onto your stomach treating you like a rag doll. As if you couldn’t get any wetter, your pussy gushes even more at the rough treatment.

Before you even get a chance to get up on your knees you feel Dave’s body cover yours and without warning he fills you to the brim with his cock. Splitting you open, feeling the sweet burn of being stretched wide, he gives you no time to adjust before he’s pumping in and out of your sweet heaven. Your whole body feels as though it’s been set on fire and you love it.

Pinned down by Dave’s body all you can do is make a deep, guttural grunt as you lay there and take every punishing thrust of his hips. “Fuck that’s it baby. This sweet fucking pussy keeps sucking me in. Gonna milk me dry. You want my load in this fucking pussy little girl? Huh?”

Unable to even speak you nod your head as best you can because good god you want his cum deep inside you. You know you shouldn’t enjoy any bit of this but you do. Oh god you do. You love when he’s mean to you, when he calls you names and even more when he manhandles you however he wants and makes you take everything he gives you.

“Nng fuck yes fuck yes you do. You want my fucking load baby you’re gonna take it. Keep every fucking drop in this pussy.” Dave all but moans out as he saw you nod your head yes. Loving how depraved and filthy you are. In the back of his head he’s already decided he’s going to keep you. You’re his now whether you like it or not. All too soon he feels his balls tighten up and after a few more thrusts, Dave starts coming deep inside you.

Feeling his cock pulse inside you, you can’t help but moan at the feeling of being filled. A tiny voice in the very back of your head almost hoping his seed will take, wanting to keep a part of him with you forever. And you suspect if it does take, there’s no way he would harm you if you were pregnant with his child, right?

All too soon, you feel him pull out of you, leaving you feeling empty and used. Catching your breath you slowly begin to roll over as you watch Dave pull his pants up and put his gun back in the holster.

Once Dave’s decent again, he grabs the key out of his pocket and goes to unlock the cuffs around your ankles. Pulling you up by your arm, he leads you back upstairs.

After being brought back upstairs, Dave takes you to the bedroom and leaves to grab a wet washcloth to clean you up. Carefully he reaches down and swipes ever so gently leaving you feeling so confused as to why he’s suddenly being so careful with you.

“You can stay up here with me as long as you can behave. The first time you wanna act like a cunt you’re going back down do you understand me?” Dave informs you as he throws the washcloth in the hamper by the door. Shaking your head vigorously, “Yes sir of course. Thank you.” You answer quickly before he can change his mind.

Nodding toward the bed, Dave pulls the comforter down as if to say get in. You crawl into the bed and lay down as he pulls the covers over you. Turning off the light, Dave walks around the bed to the other side and crawls in next to you. Soon enough you find yourself drifting off to sleep, feeling rather content laying next to your captor.

A/n: All comments/reblogs/likes are greatly appreciated and I love seeing everyone enjoy this story!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving my first born😇

#pedro pascal #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x female reader #dave york x you #dave york smut #spicy smut #tw dubcon #dead dove 🕊️#dark fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #the equalizer

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dandthegods · 2 years ago

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My Uncle Dionysus

a short story

My Uncle Dionysus

By; Darren Almgren

Being a demigod is weird nowadays. Not that it was ever “normal”, but you don’t have legacy quests, minotaurs or hydras to slay, and the tax benefits are basically non-existent. But, one of the perks that I enjoy is my uncle. I can be myself around him and now that I’m on my own I can see him a lot more than my mother would approve of.

Last night, I went over to his apartment. We spent most of the night watching movies, eating pizza, and drinking. Well, I was drinking. It hadn’t occurred to me until that night that my uncle almost never drank - despite having such a well stocked liquor cabinet and an entire wall in his dining room dedicated to a massive wine rack.

“Hey, D,” I said when this dawned on me, “why don’t you drink when I’m here?” I swallowed a mouthful of pizza. “If you don’t mind me asking.” My uncle smiled and cocked a bushy eyebrow.

“When have I ever minded your questions?” He picked up my half full glass of wine and stared at it. “To be honest, I don’t have a taste for it. Never have. Everyone else tastes sweetness, earthy notes, chocolate, and maybe a bitter aftertaste. But for me…” he took a small sip and made a quizzical face, “it always tastes sour and metallic. Almost exactly like blood.” He put the glass back on the coffee table. “It’s still alcohol and will still do its job to get even a god plastered, but it's not the same.” He sat back and ran a hand through his shoulder-length brown hair. “I’ve talked to Jesus about it. He says it's the same for him too. Moreso, even. Maybe it’s the whole ‘blood of christ’ thing for him - its his literal blood. But me?” My uncle shrugged.

“What about the rest of it?” I asked. “Alcohol, I mean.”

“That’s just a preference thing. I’m known for my supposed love of booze, but I’ve never really liked it. Even when I was getting sloshed every other night back in the day, I still never actually liked the taste of it. I simply help others lose their inhibitions to let them love and explore themselves. I can have a good time staying as sober as your mom. How is she by the way?” I shrugged.

“She’s who she is. Doesn’t much care about what I do outside of work…especially who I’m with.Just cares about work.” I absentmindedly checked my phone, instinctively opening my work email app before quickly shutting it off before my inbox could even load.

“Yeah,” said my uncle with a sigh, “Athena really has changed a lot. But, that’s what you get when all people remember you as is a mathematician or a librarian or patron of teachers or some shit like that. It’s such a small pigeonhole. Gods are subject to how we’re remembered. Even me,” he gestured to the wine bottle on the table and at the rock and punk posters on the walls. “I’m known as the drunk party animal. Lord of the bacchanalia, and Dionysus: the sex fiend of Olympus. I play the part, but I haven’t completely dissolved into the stereotypes.”

“Yeah,” i said and took a sip of wine. “Mom doesn’t talk about it, but I can tell she misses the old days. She still has her shield and spear hanging in her office.” I paused. “But all she talks about is work.”

“I was surprised when I heard you were majoring in accounting,” my uncle said. “Creative kid like you, I thought you would follow in my or Apollo’s footsteps. How’s the writing going, anyways? I liked that last story you sent me.” I leaned back into the plush recliner I was in and smiled.

“Thanks. It’s going good. I’m kinda stuck with this one part. I’m trying to write this romance in, I think it could work, but its the…emotions I’m struggling with. The actions I’m good on, that’s the easy part. But I just don’t have a whole lot of experience to pull from without resorting to pop-song-cliches.” The image of Matt, the guy I’d been on a few dates with recently popped in my head. The three dates we’d been on had been my longest relationship I’d had, and even then it wasn't going very far out of necessity. My mom would never approve of him, or any guy I brought home.

My uncle chuckled and stretched out across his leather couch. His slim body arched slightly as he got comfortable. His silk shirt was unbuttoned halfway to expose his hairy chest. It may have just been because of the leopard print of the shirt, but I suddenly understood why he was associated with panthers lounging out in the Grecian sun. A hand dangled down to the floor and he scratched his bearded chin with the other.

“I don’t know if I can help you much,” he said. “I’ve had a shit ton of dates, one-night-stands, and a few marriages. But it can be hard to put that stuff, those feelings, into words.” He looked around the living room then pointed to a tall, thin bookshelf in the corner. “That doll there I got from Maria. Gorgeous woman. Skin like good espresso and thigh that could crack a coconut like an egg. I spent a long hot summer in Spain with her. Even got to meet her brother. But she left by Labor Day.” He pointed to a Green Day poster hanging on the wall behind the TV. “I met a guy named…James? Jack? Something with a ‘J’. Anyway, met him and had a nice quickie in the back of his old pickup at the concert. Doubt he remembers me. That was back in ‘97, I think.” My uncle picked at the crocheted throw blanket draped over the back of the couch as the Queen record that was on started playing My Best Friend. “Emily made this for me before she died. 60 years I spent with her. Heart made of gold and eyes like diamonds. Took a while to get past it…” he trailed off in thought.

“Was she ‘the one’?” I asked. My uncle shook his head.

“Nah,” he said, still rubbing the yarn in his fingers. “No, gods don’t usually get soulmates, or one-true-loves, or any of that kind of a connection. We live too long for that. Zeus and Hera and Hades and Persephone make it look too easy sometimes. But, they’ve had their fair share of shitty decades. They’re part of the exception. Them and…” he trailed off again, then adjusted his shoulders and laid his hand across his chest.

“I met this guy once, way back in the day. Cutest thing ever I’d ever seen. First met him on a river. He was playing a peppy little tune on his panpipes while sitting cross-legged on this big log. Well, I followed the music and waited for him to finish before talking to him. You know how musicians can be when interrupted. I thought even for a satyr he was cute. Short curly hair, sun-tanned skin, and eyes like emeralds flecked with gold. We ended up talking for the rest of the day on that log. Talked about everything under the sun. In the quiet moments we just couldn’t stop glancing at each other and laughing when we caught the other looking.

“Spent almost every day together. And every night,” my uncle smiled at me and winked. I stifled a laugh while taking a bite of pizza. My uncle laughed. “Yeah, and it’s true what they say about satyrs, too. Can go all night if you let them.” He started chewing on a nail on his left hand. “Weird looking cocks, though. It’s the goat-hald, you know. But anyway. He was a lot of fun. I don’t think anything has made me laugh as hard as him. Could make anything funny.” My uncle looked at the ceiling and sighed. “But sometimes he tried too hard. The last time…” he stopped and his tone got really serious and sounded unnatural coming from him.

“We’d found the pasture where your great-great aunt Selene had her cows. We watched them for a while, then Ampelos got this idea to kinda mess with them. An ancient version of a rodeo. So, he found the huge bull and climbed on. It was so fucking funny to see this little goat dancing on the back of a bucking bull. He started singing and yelling about being the ‘master of the bull’ or something like that.” He ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head. “Whatever it was, it was really bad. Before we knew it, your aunt selene came down from her almighty throne in the stars and started yelling at Ampelos. He said something back. I guess it was the laughter with it that really pissed off Selene. And you know her generation, they’re quick on the punishments.” My uncle shifted on the couch and stared out of the open blinds at the full moon shining through. “And then he was on the ground…laying in the grass and cowshit…his stomach gored open by the bull’s horns.”

A shiver ran down my spine at the silence that ended the story. My uncle kept glaring out at the moon. I looked down, not sure what to do, but when I looked back at him, my uncle’s beard was bristling as his mouth trembled and his eyes were filled with tears. He lifted the arm that was draped down to the carpet and reached over to the wine bottle on the coffee table. He extended only his middle finger to touch the bottle. Instantly at his touch, a vine sprouted from the open mouth, twisting down and around the bottle and down the leg of the table to the floor. Leaves sprouted on the vine and between the star-shaped leaves bunches of dark grapes grew and swelled. When the grapevine started to wind up another leg of the coffee table from the floor, my uncle withdrew his hand and folded his arm across his chest. The Queen record ended and I got up.

“What would you like me to put on?” I asked as I got to the record player. My uncle didn’t reply or move. I lifted the needle and the vinyl stopped spinning. As I began to finger through the shelves of albums under the player, my uncle spoke up.

“Don’t let anyone tell you who you can or can’t love. Promise me that, kid. Life keeps rolling, so grab all of it that you can get.”

“Yeah,” I said over my shoulder. “Of course.” I flipped through a few more albums then found an old and battered Madonna LP. Thinking some dance music might cheer him up, I pulled it out and turned around. “Hey, what about —.” I stopped when I realized he was gently snoring. The green vine had faded to a withered yellow and the bunches of grapes and leaves were shriveled with some having fallen onto the floor.

I put the record back on the shelf and went over to the coffee table. Quietly I picked up the plates and glasses and the pizza box and brought them to the kitchen. I put the half full pizza box in the fridge and the dishes in the sink. I went back to the living room and carefully cleaned up the table, careful not to disturb the wine bottle or the vine that grew from it. When it was all tidy, I turned off the living room lamp and left my uncle sleeping on the couch. Laying in the spare bedroom, I thought about my uncle’s story and what he’d said and didn’t say. In the morning, I texted Matt, inviting him over for dinner.

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itsyourchoicedevotionals · 6 days ago

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Faithfulness AKA Devotion

“Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man.” Proverbs 3:3-4AMPC

Jesus Christ is ridiculously, crazy in love with us… why else would He sacrifice His own life to buy our salvation?

Many scriptures talk about the love and faithfulness of Yahweh Adonai. Faithfulness equates with steadfast devotion, constancy, fidelity, loyalty. Per my pastor, Steven Whitlow: “Devotion is a (crazy, ridiculous) dedication to deepening one’s relationship with God and living a life completely unto Him.” Jesus is wanting faithfulness aka devotion from us.

We can’t love and be faithful to Christ, Father God, Holy Spirit without totally selling ourselves out. Not only born again, but putting God before all else. The sold out place has always been hard for me to do. Debbie had lots of goals and desires that she wanted fulfilled. Over the years, God has asked me to surrender more and more of myself. With the death of Louis, I struggled to let go of that one last part of me. Repeatedly, the thought comes to me, my goals and desires haven’t gotten me very far. Finally, I hope I am totally abandoned to His service.

There are perks for binding our love and faithfulness or crazy ridiculous dedication to deepening our relationship with God around our necks. Per our text scripture we will “win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man.” Frankly, I’ve finally come to the place where I don’t care a fiddle what man thinks about me. I’ve actually become comfortable in my skin. Can you imagine winning God’s favor? Nothing in life can beat that.

Yahweh is not looking for that perfect someone, or even the competently capable person of great skills and talents. If He was, He sure wouldn’t have asked me to write devotionals. No, Papa God wants someone who will fall head over heels in love with Him. Someone willing to allow Him to live in and through their frailties, to show off His abilities in us.

Writing “love and faithfulness” upon our hearts can only happen when we’re done trying to be the best. Our plans can’t ever achieve where God can take a devoted heart. Will you surrender all of you? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Father God, all i want is You. No accolades from any committees. Just Your will being done through me. Help us all to die to us and live for You and You alone, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

#jesus christ #holy spirit #god #devotional #choice #almighty god #faithfulness #frailities #surrender #competently #capable #love #hope #faith

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sdr2lovemail · 3 years ago

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HIIII hru?? I hope you're doing quite well!! Can i request headcanons of sun and m m moon with a reader who arranged a sleepover at the daycare <3 like maybe they got the permission and what not not to mention they want to spend more time with them in general! Hope that's okay!

Hi Sierra! I'm doing pretty well and I hope you are the same!

I don't write headcanons so I wrote a fic instead, hope you don't mind. And in true Mod Vamp fashion I added a pinch of angst, as a treat. (Small cw for deception.)

I hope you enjoy my friend!

Sun and Moon are clingy and have separation issues and need a therapist why would Fazbear Entertainment do this?

It was finally your time off. A break from the smell of pizza and metal. Perhaps, you could finally catch up on that show you’ve been meaning to watch. Or maybe you could finally get a full eight hours of sleep. You enter the living room and take a seat on the couch. Having just eaten dinner, it would be perfect to settle down with something to watch.

You were halfway into a show before your phone began to ring. You were going to ignore it, no one important should be calling so late. Looking over you see the name of your manager. Oh god, she didn’t call unless it was urgent. Letting out a sigh, you pause the show and answer.

“Hello-?” You were swiftly interrupted by a loud crashing sound.

There’s a moment of yelling followed by more crashes. “Hey! I am so sorry to ask this on your day off, but we really need you to come in! Put that down!” Something shatters in the back. A second voice can be heard

“Oh no! I’ve made a mess! Clean up!”

Your manager groans and then speaks again. “Something happened to the daycare attendant's arm. We don’t know what but it’s completely gone. They asked for you to fix them and when we told them you weren’t here today they just freak out! I don’t know why, but he only wants you to fix him.”

On the inside you are screaming. You finally were getting a break but now it’s over. “...I’ll be right there. Hopefully I can get there before the shutters close.”

“Oh, thank you so much! I’ll buy you lunch to make up for it! We’ll try to get him to parts and services.” You hang up the phone and rub your temples. It’s better to hurry and get this done so you can return back home.

The drive to the Pizza Plex was quiet, probably the last bit of silence you will receive for the next thirty minutes. Replacing an arm should be a quick fix. Unlike with other technicians, Sun was very well behaved for you.

You pull into the parking lot and sit there for a minute. Would it be wrong to just wait here until the shutters go down? Act like you couldn’t make it. No, you couldn’t do that to your manager. And you wouldn’t want them to deal with having one arm for a whole weekend. It won’t be too bad. You kinda missed having their energy around anyway.

Walking into the Pizza Plex you are routinely scared by a map bot before making your way. You find yourself in front of the doors to parts and services. There, your manager anxiously paces but then sighs in relief.

She sets her hands on your shoulders. “Really, thanks for this. I gotta head home now. Make sure to leave before they lock up!” And just like that she’s gone, leaving almost too fast.

Entering the room, Sun sits in the protective cylinder. His one good hand delicately placed in his lap with him rocking side to side. They see you and perk up. Jumping off the table, Sun picks you up and spins around. Even with one arm they still have such amazing strength.

“My sunshine is here! Those other mechanics were so mean to me!” He nudged his faceplate against your cheek. “MWAH! Now that you’re here I can feel aaaallllll better!” Sun carries you back to the cylinder. They set you down and hop back onto the table.

“It’s nice to see you too, Sun. What happened to your arm? I understand a little scratch here and there but the whole thing is missing.” You turn to look for his box of parts missing the way he tensed.

“OH! Uh…The cable! Moon was patrolling the daycare to make sure we didn’t miss anything before we closed. The cable just snapped! And uhm…the arm just came clean off!” Sun explained while gesturing with his one available arm.

“I’ll send a request for maintenance to come down and check it out. The cable shouldn’t just snap like that.” If an animatronic was able to sweat, Sun would be absolutely drenched.

“NO! I- I mean you don’t have to do all that, Sunshine. Maintenance already stopped by before you showed up. They already switched out the cord and filed the report.”

Shoving past multiple boxes, you finally found their parts. For some reason they were all the way in the back. “Well, I’m glad you’re mostly okay. I would’ve been really worried if you lost your head or something worse.”

The daycare attendant’s cooling fans kicked on. You were worried about them! You’re just the sweetest person ever! They were so in love they felt like their servers were gonna crash!

Grabbing the parts you need to rebuild Sun’s arm, you walk back into the protective cylinder. Having a better look at him, it doesn't look like his arm just fell off. Around the empty socket there were multiple small indents. You would have to ask them about it when you’re on the clock. You set up the parts and exit to get to the computer. Not before giving Sun a small kiss on the faceplate. That gesture alone was enough to fill him with joy.

It was a quick procedure, even with this ancient computer. You’d think with all this money Fazbear Entertainment could afford to buy new tech. It would’ve been quicker if you didn’t have to search for the parts too.

Sun skips out of the cylinder, swinging his arm around to test it. Even doing a cartwheel for an extra measure. “You fixed me just perfectly! Now that I'm all better, we can play or cuddle or draw!”

“Actually, it’s still technically my day off. I have to go home now, Sunny.” You tried to sweeten him up by pulling out a nickname.

It didn’t work.

Sun had his arms wound tightly across your waist, their lower half dragging across the floor. They were pleading for you not to leave yet. “Please! Hey, you haven’t even seen Moon! It would be so unfair if you only spent time with me today. Or we could just play!”

“I have to go. I’ll be back on monday. Just imagine how much fun we can have when I get back.” After a long struggle you finally made it.

To the door of parts and services.

That’s fine. You could just sweet talk him. Give them a few kisses here and there and you would be home free.

Attention Mega Pizza Plex guests.

We are now closed. Freddy and his friends have had a long day but would love to see you again tomorrow. The doors will now be locked. Any personal possessions locked inside will be considered private property. We thank you and hope you have a nice night.

You stop your attempt of getting to the door and look at your fazwatch. You check the cameras to see that the shutters have gone down. You look at Sun and you were sure if his faceplate could move he’d be smiling wider.

“Alright, you win sweetheart. We can have a sleepover. How does that sound?”

Now, it would be very easy for you to leave. All you needed to do was call Vanessa and have her open the shutter for you. However, it might be nice to spend time with your robotic boyfriends. You guys don’t get to see each other often. They’re confined to the daycare while you need to be on beck and call in case something breaks. Spending the night with them doesn’t sound too bad.

“SLEEPOVER! With you?? AH! Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” In a blur, you’re picked up and tossed over Sun’s shoulder. In record time, you make it from parts and services to the daycare. They set you down on the soft, foam flooring.

You take a moment to look around. Something metallic gleams in the corner of your eye. Looking over, you crouch and take a peak. Tucked underneath a chair was a screwdriver. You reach under and grab the tool. Why was there a screwdriver lying around the daycare?

Sun is fast to snatch it from your hands. “How dangerous! Oh no! Oh no!....Uhm…Those maintenance guys must've left it here! When they fixed my cable, yes yes. I have to confiscate this. Aren’t they just so mean? Leaving such dangerous items where children play!” Sun gives you no time to process as they shove the screwdriver into their arm compartment. That was definitely suspicious.

Before you can start your questioning, he begins bouncing around the room. Looking for something the two of you could do.

“Imagine all the fun we can have! We can tell stories, cuddle, play so many games, kiss, draw!” Sun lets out an excited yelp. He was making too much noise. If Vanessa were to hear she would come check and make you go home.

“Sun, darling.” You quickly pad over to him, wrapping your arms around him. Their movements stop and they look down to you, eager to hear any and everything you have to say. “We’ll have to be more quiet. Vanessa is on patrol tonight and if she hears us I’ll have to leave.”

Sun lets out a choked gasp. “Nonononono! You can’t leave!” They bring their volume down a few levels. Still yelling, but quiet. “I’ll be good and quiet. Ms. Nightguard won’t even know we’re here!”

“Good, thank you honey.” Sun practically goes limp at the nickname. “Aw, I just realized I don’t have anything to change into.” Looks like you were sleeping in your uniform.

Without saying anything, the daycare attendant zooms away and into the gift shop. The sound of digging can be heard before Sun scrambles back down, almost tripping over his jester shoes. In their hands was a shirt with a cartoon depiction of your lovers. “We don’t have any bottoms, but this shirt should work.”

You take the shirt from his hands and thank him. Though, he doesn’t say anything back. Sun just stands and stares at you. Fiddling with his hands, stepping from one foot to the other. Their optics practically bore into you. “Sun? You okay?”

“Oh! Never better! I just loooooove you so much! I’m…We’re very happy you stayed the night with us.” Their hands go from side to side in quick succession. “Now, you need to get all cozy. You can change in the bathroom while I set up the room.”

Pressing a kiss to his hand, you make your way to the daycare bathrooms. Sun makes sure to watch you walk there before heading to his room.

The room looked much better than it used to. Sun and Moon were pretty neglected from Fazbear Entertainment. They didn’t get everything the others got. Not the attention or merchandise. They didn’t get a fully furnished room, heck, their room didn’t even have flooring before you showed up.

But that’s why you’re just so perfect. You helped them fix up their room. Using money from your own pocket; you brought them so many pillows and blankets, strung up lights, even painted the walls blue and yellow. You’ve done more for them than this company ever did.

Sun was arranging a pillow pile for you to sleep in. From their memory sync, Moon begins to talk.

‘They’re onto us.”

‘I know. They’re so smart, we can’t keep it a secret forever. They’ll find out and hate us and they’ll leave us! What if they start dating Mr. Fazbear or Ms. Chica or or or or!’

‘SUN! Calm down. We just need to keep selling that maintenance is stupid and worthless, which they are. That they caused this. Then our dear will become our primary handler.’

‘Right…you’re right, Moon. I just need to keep calm. Which is easier said than done.’

“Sun? Are you here?” You yawn as you crawl through the tunnel connecting the rooms.

“Of course I’m heeeee…” He trails off. That shirt was so cute on you! His cooling systems kick on, the fans making a low hum. “Sunshine! You’re so adorable! Let me hug you!”

You nod and open your arms. Sun instantly scoops you up. They’re warm, so calming you could fall asleep right there.

‘Let me out, Sun. It’s my turn. Look at our dear. It’s their bedtime.’

‘But…But we didn’t get to play! They said we could!’

‘They’re human. They need their rest. Unlike us they can’t recharge and go. It’s time to sleep.’

‘Fine…’

Sun sits you down on the pillow pile and goes to shut off the lights. You were surrounded by darkness. The only inkling that Moon was there was the jingling of bells and the slight red glow of his eyes. They make their way to one of the walls. The sound of tape ripping can be heard before the soft glow of fairy lights come on. The lights give the room a soft glow.

You cast your eyes over to Moon, electrical tape covers the areas of their lighting sensors. He slides over to where you sit and lays you back. “I didn’t want the lights to trigger Sun. This is my time, Moonlight. I couldn’t take any chances.”

They lay next to you, taking a fluffy blanket and covering you both. “May I?” The nighttime animatronic presses a hand to your upper chest. Seeing you nod fills him with joy. He lies down and presses his faceplate to your chest.

Your heartbeat. The rhythmic sound of your heart coursing blood. It soothed him, told Moon that you were still here with him…with Sun. They were made of metal and wiring, not capable of having a pulse. It made them feel special that you let them indulge in something like this.

“Moonlight…”

“Yes, Moony?”

The stupid nicknames you used. Moon wanted to hate them, but he just couldn’t. It was something you gave them. Something they needed to cherish.

“Maintenance did such a mediocre job, didn’t they. It’s amazing they still work here with such incompetence. For my hook to unclip from my back like that. Wouldn’t it be amazing if you were our handler?”

“Your hook? Sun told me it was the cable.”

Silence.

Oh no, Moon screwed up. That was Sun’s job! To be the one to mess up their plans. How could he let this happen. You were going to leave them. Moon began to shake, his programmed anxiety starting to kick in.

“Moon, my darling.” Moon refused to look up. He hated this, he hated everything. You were going to leave. Just like every other stupid, annoying technician.

“Were you guys lying about how you lost your arm?” You kept your tone soft and comforting.

Moon took a minute. Arguing in his mind with Sun. “...Yes we did, Moonlight. We just needed to see you. These feelings…they’re so new…so disgusting. I just don’t know how to act.” They bring a hand up to grip the seam of their faceplate. An anxious tic they’re grown to use.

“Did Sun use that screwdriver to break off your arm?” You ask while bringing your hand up to theirs, prying it away from their face.

“No…I did. Sun’s too much of a wimp for anything like that.”

You sign and pull Moon away from your chest. “Come on. Sit up, we need to talk.”

Sitting up, Moon has his arms crossed and is avoiding your gaze. He wanted to be angry and lash out. To blame anyone but themselves.

“Listen Moon, you too Sun. I love you guys. You know I do. However, you can’t just go around and break yourselves just for me to come down. What if management decides that you’re causing too much trouble and scraps you.”

“I wouldn’t let them. Those humans can’t fend against me, especially with no power.” Moon chuckles darkly.

“This is serious, Moon! You can’t just do something like this. I might get fired if they find out I’m tied to this.”

The thought of following you home crossed their shared mind. They could always sneak onto the computers and find where you lived. No, that would make you mad. They don’t think they would be able to handle you hating them. And Sun could never part from the daycare, he loved it too much.

“Moonlight…you’re right. This was naughty of us. But those other technicians, they hate us and we hate them! We aren’t Fazbear and the main gang so why should they care about us…” Moon slumps over.

You drape your arms over them and plant a kiss straight on their sculpted teeth. The nighttime animatronic wraps its arms around you, smooshing it’s faceplate into your lips. Pulling away, you reach for the blanket to cover you and Moon.

“I’ll ask about becoming your handler, but there’s no promise that they’ll let me. If I can't, could you at least try to get along with maintenance?” You yawn as you settle back into the pillow pile. Moon shifts to be able to cradle you in his arms.

“For you, Moonlight? Anything.” His built-in music box kicks on, humming a slow tune. “Sleep now, dear. I’ll be sure to wake you before the morning shift gets here…Sun says goodnight too.”

“We aren’t done talking about this. This conversation will continue on Monday. I love you guys.”

“We love you as well.”

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Major Angst in this one, guys, Loads of Feels (sorry not sorry), John Walker being a douche (I really don’t like the guy)

A/N: I’m SO SORRY! I promise I was planning on it being shorter, but I went a little overkill with the angst! There’s just so many feelings and not enough space in my heart and soul, so I had to pour them out here! You get to see more of Reader and Sam’s relationship in this one and there’s major Bucky Feels towards the end (in my defense, this is based on the Couples Therapy half of the episode).

I’m really hoping we get to see Bucky go to Louisiana next episode! I’m holding out for it! I have a few ideas that include Sarah, but I need the episode! Ugh! Now we have to wait a whole ‘nother week! I really shouldn’t write three chapters on one episode in one day. I just couldn’t help myself!

Anyways! Please enjoy this part and thank you so much for all your support! Seriously, it’s meant so much to me, especially after the week I’ve had! If you haven’t checked out the previous parts, my FATWS Series Masterlist is HERE, so please go read those first. Like always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy, babes!

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in Bucky’s arms after walking a few miles. And a hospital in DC wasn’t exactly what you preferred waking up to, but it’s what happened. Turned out, not only was your shoulder dislocated and your thigh was strained, but you had a mild concussion. Your arm was in a sling and your palm, which you had completely forgotten about after you wrapped it while on Bucky’s back, was wrapped properly. Luckily, your thigh wasn’t too bad, but they wanted to put you on crutches, which you refused immediately.

You had to get out of that building. You had no idea where the guys went, which was weird because you were sure they’d never leave you alone. Especially in a hospital.

You quickly snuck your way through the halls after grabbing your bag which - thank God - was left on the seat besides your bed and changing into an extra pair of clothes.

You tried calling Bucky’s phone, the one he had specifically for you, which he always always answered. He even made an excuse to go to the bathroom once when you accidentally called in the middle of a therapy session. Nothing. You called the number four times before trying Sam’s phone.

It clicked on the first try.

“Hey. Listen, sorry for leaving-”

“Where the hell are you?”

You heard him sigh. “I was just about to explain, so hang on a second there. You weren’t waking up, probably because that concussion you forgot to mention to us-”

“In my defense, I didn’t know.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your free hand up, exasperated. “Anyways, Bucky wanted me to meet someone, we’ll talk about that when you inevitably get here, put we had a bit of trouble and Bucky was arrested-”

“What?!”

“Chill your pants, Y/L/N. Just listen. We’re in Baltimore. I’ll text you the address. Get here soon and I’ll explain the whole thing. We’ve been here for a couple hours, but there’s people on their way and we’re getting everything situated right now.”

“Okay. Fine. But you’re in trouble.”

“Don’t I know it, babe. Now hurry your cute little ass here. We’ve got stuff to talk about.”

*****************

The ride from DC to Baltimore is usually an hour or so, but you’ve got resources, especially in the nation’s capital, and riding the bike you got, being able to go way over the speed limit? You got there in half the time. Being an Avenger really does have its perks.

The moment you got there, you hopped off the bike, not even bothering to turn it off, and stormed into the precinct. You headed straight over to the desk, but a pair of hands caught you by your uninjured arm before you could make a scene.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sam spoke softly, squeezing your bicep gently. “He’s okay, alright?”

“Why is he-”

“He missed his court-mandated therapy session.” Sam informed you, pulling you over to where he had been sitting previously. “There was a warrant out for his arrest. They had to bring him in, but it’s fine. His therapist’s been contacted. She should be here any minute to get him out.”

Your head fell back at his words. His therapy. How could you forget? You let Bucky complain to you about it and played along sometimes, but you really did think it was good for him and you tried supporting him. Yet you made him miss it and now he’s in trouble.

“Hey. Y/N. Look at me.” You found Sam’s worried eyes, his hand coming up to hold the side of your neck. “He’s okay. He’ll be out in just a bit. It’s fine.”

“It’s my fault, Sam.”

“No. It’s not. He’s a grown ass man who made the decision to skip.”

You shook your head, holding his wrist for something to anchor you down. “No, Sammy. I brought him along. I should’ve been more responsible-”

“I know we’ve joked around about you being in charge and stuff, but…you know it’s not all on your shoulders, right?” Sam tilted his head slightly, eyebrow pinched in confusion making his eyes narrow.

You turned your head, not wanting to look at him. You didn’t need another set of deep eyes to fall into. “Sammy…I promised him I’d look after you.”

“I know. And that’s fine. But looking after us - looking after him - doesn’t mean you have to be there to hold his hand and take the fall for him. He’s not a child. Hell, he’s a hundred years old. Tell me you understand that.”

Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and shook your head again. “I-I can’t-”

“Is that why you’re obsessed with finding Wanda?”

You frowned at his question, eyes snapping to his. “I’m worried about her, Sam.”

“I am too, but she can handle herself. And if she doesn’t want to be found, you have to let her be. I know the Avengers were your only family. I know how much Steve meant to you-”

“No.” You pulled away rather harshly, digging your nails into your palms, trying not to cry, ignoring the wound you were irritating. “No, you don’t. How could you understand my feelings for Steve when I don’t understand them myself?”

Sam always had this ability to make anyone feel important, just by looking them in the eye. It was something you always admired about him; the way his smile could light up a room, those warm eyes making everyone’s fears go away. They reminded you of hot chocolate. Something that could soothe your worries, comfort you, warm your very soul from the ice tragedy and heartache tend to big on.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of people, but with the way he was looking at you, it was hard to keep the tears from slipping.

“You loved him, Y/N. Why is it so hard for you to see that?”

“I didn’t - I wasn’t in love with him, Sam.” You argued, wiping your cheeks aggressively and turning, crossing your arms defensively.

“What do you call it then?”

It was a rhetorical question, Sam copying your movements and sitting straight to watch for Bucky coming out. A rhetorical question that you didn’t know the answer to. Because you weren’t in love with Steve. No. Maybe you had been, but somewhere along the way he passed your heart to Bucky. So why did it hurt so bad?

You refused to dwell on it anymore, clearing your throat and dabbing at your eyes one more time before changing the topic. “Why are we in Baltimore?”

“Bucky wanted me to meet someone. Isaiah. You know him?” Sam turned back to you, his warm eyes shifting into something else. Suspicion? A bit of anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t tell.

“Isaiah? I don’t think I know any Isaiahs. And definitely not here. Why? Who is he?”

Sam shook his head, eyes darting around the lobby. “We’ll talk about it later.”

You nodded, although now your curiosity had peaked and you wondered who this guy was that made Sam so agitated. While you waited, you felt your eyes drooping and you let your head fall onto Sam’s shoulder, who chuckled.

“You’re still tired? You know you slept for, like, twelve hours, right?”

“I haven’t been sleeping much.”

Sam turned his head to kiss yours. “Y/N, I know you want to care for everyone, but you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” And with that, the subject dropped, Sam pulling out his phone while you rested your eyes.

It was another ten minutes or so before Sam’s name was called and the both of you stood up to greet the speaker. A woman, Dr. Raynor. Bucky’s infamous therapist.

And speaking of infamous. The moment you heard his voice, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it was just your brain malfunctioning. And then he was walking towards you, calling Bucky ‘Bucky’ like they were old pals and he was saving him from something terrible.

Your face scrunched up as Walker talked about stopping Bucky’s regular therapy sessions. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up-”

“Don’t call him an asset.” You snapped. “He’s a human being with needs, and therapy-”

“He’s a super soldier with skills that we need.” Walker cut in, making you scowl as he turned back to Raynor.

You scoffed in disbelief at his words, turning on your heel and walking away before he did, heading straight for Bucky, who lifted his right arm, wrapping it around your shoulders once you were close enough.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, closing your eyes and trying to relax in his hold, breathing him in.

“Are you? Should you be walking? What did-”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” You sighed out with a nod, squeezing him once more before pulling back as Raynor stepped forwards, ordering Bucky and Sam to do a session with her. You almost laughed when Sam tried refusing, a little chuckle actually leaving your lips when Bucky slumped, dragging his feet like a kid going to the principal’s office.

You followed, Bucky holding the door open for you. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course, doll.” He gave a small smile, before walking in after you, Sam letting out a, “hey!” when Bucky shut the door on him, making you roll your eyes. You let the corners of your mouth tick up slightly in amusement. Yes, they annoyed the hell out of you, but you had to admit it was pretty funny sometimes.

“I believe I asked for James and Sam, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“It’s Agent, actually, and I think I’m gonna sit in.”

Raynor narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think-”

“That wasn’t a request.” You threw her words to Sam back at her, making Sam smirk. You shot him a wink as she relented with a sigh.

“Fine. Just as a spectator. Don't interrupt.”

You raise your hands in surrender, slipping around the table to stand in the corner as your fellas sank down into the seats across the table from her.

A small puff of laughter came from you at the lack of response when she asked one of them to start. She shot you a warning look over her shoulder, but you shrugged. You couldn’t help it; it was like all those times back in grade school when a teacher asked for a volunteer to read in a classroom full of rowdy kids and crickets followed.

Once she mentioned the next exercise was used for couples, you had to laugh, making both men shoot you begging pouts.

“Y/N.” Raynor glared at you, so you controlled yourself, gesturing for her to continue.

Her miracle question did work so well, neither of them cooperating well.

She didn’t even bother with you when you started cackling after she mentioned the “soul-gazing exercise” and Bucky thanked her, Sam commenting that he would like this one. You gave a teasing wolf-whistle when they got close, one of Bucky’s thighs between Sam’s and vice versa.

“Doll.” Bucky whined at you.

“Listen here, smartass-”

Raynor cleared her throat, cutting Sam off from finishing his statement towards you. You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms with a smirk. After all the bickering and side taking they’ve put her through, letting you enjoy this was the least they could do, and they knew it.

Of course, this exercise didn’t work out either. A staring contest. Children. She was best friends with literal children.

But then something happened. Something you never thought would happen. Raynor asked Bucky why Sam aggravated him, and Bucky looked over to you, his eye growing sad in a way they only did when Steve was involved.

“Steve believed in you.” Bucky told him earnestly. “He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield? That is…that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing. So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me.”

You heard his voice crack a little at the end as he slumped down in his seat, you jaw dropping slightly. You listened to the rest of the conversation, catching the way Sam grew irritated again, something that you didn’t previously think was possible, but was happening more and more now.

Why wasn’t Sam talking to you? Why was he holding all this in suddenly? And why…Bucky…he didn’t tell you that. Why didn’t he say anything? How could he ever feel…

But you knew how he could feel like that. Yes, Steve believed in him so much that he tore the Avengers apart for him…but he was the only one willing to do that for him. Yeah, you and Sam and Wanda and Clint, you all joined their side but, being honest, it wasn’t because you believed in Bucky. It was because you believed in Steve. Of course, it was different now. You believed in Bucky with your entire being, and you believed in Sam with your heart and soul, but…did either of them know that? Did they believe you when you told them? Or did you not tell them enough? This whole time you thought you were doing right by Steve - trying you damn hardest to watch out for them. But it obviously wasn’t enough. And that was on you, no matter what Sam said.

You read people. That’s what you’ve always done, that’s what you’d always do. It was the reason you earned your spot on the team. You read people and situations and could figure your way into their heads in a second. Years and years of undercover work taught you how to do that and how to protect yourself while doing so.

So why? How? How did you miss something this big? How did you miss the way Sam was holding onto something? Why did you ignore the vexation in his tone for the last couple weeks? How did you miss that Bucky was hurting that deeply? Why didn’t you do anything more for him?

You left the room before either of the boys, but you heard Sam standing up as you walked out the door.

You should’ve known you weren’t the only one holding things in. Of course they were. The difference is, you were supposed to be their rock, the thing they could hold onto to ground themselves, the shoulder for them to cry on, and the ear lent to them whenever they needed someone to listen. That was your job. It wasn’t their job. Not for you. Your rock - your shoulder, your ear - he left you. And you thought, after all he did for you, if you just returned the favor for his best friends, you’d…you dunno. You’d be closer to him, maybe.

But you couldn’t. Because you weren’t Steve Rogers. And you knew that from the start, but you had to try. You tried. And it wasn’t working. He made it seem so easy when he did it for you. Clearly you didn’t give him enough credit for dealing with all your shit on top of his own.

“Doll.” You didn’t stop walking, needing to get outside for some fresh air. “Doll, hold on. Wait a minute.”

He grabbed your arm as you made it outside, spinning you to face him. “You didn’t tell me.” You spoke quietly, your voice fragile as you stared at him, confusion and hurt in your eyes. Were you really that bad at doing your job? Did you really already fail him? He asked you to do one thing…

“I didn’t…I didn’t want you to deal with my problems.” You opened your mouth, but he shook his head, holding your face between his hands. “I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know something’s going on with you. You’re good at hiding your nightmares at night, but I’m better. You’re jumpier than usual. Quieter. Every time Wanda’s brought up, you turn away. And the other day? On the truck? You froze. I was watching, doll. It was just a second, but you froze. You never freeze.”

“It’s not your job to worry about me, Buck-”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Not my job? Aren’t we friends? Isn’t that what friends do? Or am I just a job to you? I know you promised him to look after me. Is that all I am to you? A responsibility?”

You shook your head vigorously, holding onto his wrists. “No. No, Bucky, I just-”

“Do you think he was wrong about me?”

Salty diamonds ran down your cheeks as you clenched your eyes shut and shook your head. “No.”

“Did you ever believe in me? Did you ever care or was it all just because Steve? Is Steve the only reason you tolerate me?”

“Don’t say that. God, please don’t say that.” You begged quietly, meeting his gaze again. Every beautiful detail was laced with devastation, eyes imploring her to make him feel better. “Of course I believe in you. I have since Wakanda, you know that. Yes, okay, maybe Steve is why I helped you at first, but-but…I care about you, James. So much so that it hurts sometimes. He wasn’t wrong about you. Or Sammy. You both mean so much to me. Okay?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly, nodding slightly. You both simultaneously moved to get closer, him pulling you while you stepped into his chest, arms around his waist. His arms were tight around your shoulder, holding you just as firm as the kiss he planted on your forehead.

Sam came out, planting himself besides you as you pulled away, Bucky wiping your eyes. “I feel better.” He huffed out sarcastically, making you smack him in the arm. “Ow! Yeesh. Women these days.”

The sudden siren of one of the parked police cars made the three of you look over, spotting Walker and Hoskins. You groaned. “Did he see that?”

“Hey,” Bucky caught your jaw between his fingers, shaking his head. “Who cares? It’s between us and us only. Right?” You nodded, making him kiss your forehead again, a whisper of “attagirl” against your skin. You hadn’t heard that from him in a while.

“Gentlemen!” Walker waved them over, nodding at you. “And lady.” The three of you reluctantly walked over, Bucky going to lean on the police car Walker and Hoskins were near and you hopped up to sit on the hood of the police car across from them, Sam besides you.

You got information from Walker, who was once again trying to get you to work with him, but Sam summed it up nicely, explaining that the three of you didn’t have to follow the rules he did. You started to leave, Bucky tucking you under his arms once you slid off the car, when Walker stopped you once more.

“A word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way.”

You grumbled under your breath as the faker and his lapdog walked off. “I’m gonna kill him.” You vowed as the three of you started in the other direction. “I swear to God, I’m gonna rip that shield off his back and use it to beat him in that stupid face of his-”

“Down, girl.” Sam jested, flicking your ear. “We need a game plan. What’re we thinking?”

Your eyes narrowed as Bucky piped up, talking about the Isaiah character - who you still didn’t know - before HYDRA entered the equation.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, tugging his arm to make him stop once he mentioned Siberia. “Do you remember Siberia? Because if you’re actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, we remember Siberia very differently.”

“He’s our best bet-”

“So you’re just going to go sit in a room with this guy?”

Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Ye-yes…”

A beat of silence passed before Sam gave his stamp of approval, but you still disagreed. “There’s no way this’ll end well and I refuse to let you-”

You found your face between Bucky’s hands again. You really wished he’d stop doing that and just ask for your attention. You didn’t mean that, of course. You’d be held by him every second of every day if you could. “Don’t you trust me, doll?”

You licked your lips, looking around the darkened street. This was not a good idea. A bad plan - a terrible plan, really - but, unfortunately, it was the only one you had. “Dammit. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.” You finally sighed, running a hand through your hair after Bucky let go of you, his eyebrow quirking.

“Is that a yes?”

Sam nodded. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

You tugged Bucky’s hand when he nodded back and went to walk after Sam, who started walking around the corner, making him stop. “And yes. I do trust you. With everything I have, Buckaroo.”

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years ago

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PLEASEE we need a part 2 of Draco arranged marriage smut with preg readerr😩❕

mixed with this request: hey, can i request a combo of smut, angst, fluff draco x fem reader where she’s his wife, but draco’s been very busy lately and she needs him, she thinks he doesn’t find her attractive anymore because they hadn’t had sex in a long time, but draco tells her that he still loves her and make love to her? sorry if this is weird, and only if you’re comfortable. anyways have a good day

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): 18+, pregnant!reader, mentions of negative body image, mentions of weight gain, oral (female receiving), breast play, pregnant sex

a/n: this is actually part 3 to the arranged marriage draco series, so feel free to read the other two before this one if you haven't already! i love these ones so much. also my fbi agent probably thinks i'm a really kinky pregnant lady based on my search history while writing this but oh well.

part 1 / part 2

It had been almost two years since your arranged marriage to Draco Malfoy and a lot had changed since then.

Firstly, you two were very much happily in love. Your engagement and the first two weeks of your marriage had been awkward and tense, leading you to find pleasure in the arms of your ex. After an impulsive move to admit your mistake to Draco on the very same day, mixed in with some aggressive sex, you two had decided to give your relationship a real shot. It was the best decision either of you had ever made. And now, two years later, you could happily and honestly say it was a real marriage filled with love.

Secondly, Draco had fully taken over as the sole leader of the Malfoy’s family business. You still weren’t entirely sure what the business entailed even after he had explained it to you a dozen times, but you were still proud of him. He worked hard and that hard work was all for you and your growing family.

Oh, right.

The biggest change in your lives has been your pregnancy. It wasn’t exactly planned but it wasn’t exactly an accident either. The two of you had simply decided to let fate decide, and fate was deciding now. You were six months in and you were really beginning to show. It wasn’t the bump that was the problem, but your husband's reaction. Or non-reaction. You understood he was busy with work and more than likely tired when he finally made it to bed, but he had barely touched you over the past few weeks other than small kisses. You knew he loved you, there was no doubting that, but you were starting to have your doubts about his attraction towards you.

Which led to the current situation unfolding in your bedroom.

“Why are you wearing that to bed? You never wear that much clothing to go to sleep,” Draco asked, his face laced with concern as he stripped from his work clothes near the bottom of the bed.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes. Or scream. Because of course he noticed. He noticed everything. You settled on giving him a non committed shrug, but of course he wasn’t having any of that either.

He quickly rounded to the bed to sit down beside you. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked, already bringing his hand up to feel your forehead.

You quickly pushed his hand away and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I feel fine,” you replied shortly, praying that he wouldn’t keep pestering you about it.

In truth, you were wearing a full set of pajamas to bed because you just didn’t feel attractive wearing your usual over sized shirts or skimpy, small sets anymore. You knew, rationally, that most of it was in your head, but his lack of libido for you lately wasn’t helping you feel much better about your current weight gain.

“Why all the clothing, then? Are you cold? I can turn the heat up if you’d like,” Draco continued, but he stood back up to continue changing.

“Draco, I said I was fine,” you insisted, barely keeping the annoyance out of your voice.

“Do you have a sexy set of lingerie underneath that you want me to find?” He asked, playfully now.

You scoffed. “Not that you’d fuck me if I did anyways,” you whispered under your breath.

But of course he heard you.

“What was that?” He asked, spinning back around to face you, his shirt half unbuttoned and his tie around his neck. Damn him for looking so good.

“I know you heard me. Don’t make me repeat it,” you replied coldly, rolling over so you didn’t have to face him any more.

“Y/N,” he called, trying to get your attention, trying to get you to turn back around. Once he realized that wouldn’t work, he rounded the bed so he could see your face. “Why do you think that?” He asked calmly, but you could see the desperate confusion all over his face.

“‘Why do I think that?’” You mocked, the question riling you up enough to force you to sit up. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you haven’t touched me in weeks. I know I’ve gained weight and I know I’m probably starting to look like a whale but-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off, swiftly climbing onto the bed so he could be closer to you. “Darling, please calm down,” he pleaded softly, gently dragging you onto his lap so he could hold you. You let him move you easily, but you were still uneasy. He held you close and waited for you to calm down a bit and get settled before he started.

“First of all, you don’t look like a whale so let’s get that out of the way. You never have and you never will no matter how big this baby gets. You’re growing a child inside of you, darling. Please don’t be so hard on yourself for something you’re supposed to be doing right now,” he told you, absentmindedly stroking your growing belly. It was a new quirk he had picked up once you started showing - either of you started talking about the baby and suddenly his hand was on your stomach. The familiarity of the movement put you at ease and you leaned further into him.

“Secondly, I haven’t initiated anything because you were telling me how tired you’ve been. I didn’t want to push you into something you didn’t want or end up hurting you or the baby, so I didn’t try anything. I realize now that that was a mistake, because I hate that I made you feel this way, darling. I should have just asked. But please trust me when I tell you I’ve wanted you every day, same as it’s always been and always will be. Merlin, the past few weeks I’ve been going to bed and waking up hard enough to pound nails,” he admitted sheepishly, causing you to giggle.

Even the thought of him being hard had you clit throbbing and your body perking up. The past few weeks had left you desperate and aching despite the fatigue and other pregnancy symptoms wreaking havoc on your body. Despite the seriousness of the conversation, you wanted him now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He finally asked, cutting off your train of thought.

You debated lying or even brushing off the question, but you knew he wouldn’t drop it unless he was certain you were being honest. Serious conversations called for honest responses.

“A couple of reasons I guess. You work hard all day and I know you’re tired by the time we get to bed, so I felt bad asking. And with the thoughts I was having it didn’t even really seem worth it to try anything because I thought you’d just shut me down,” you confessed, not even daring to look up at him.

“Darling, the day I say no to sex with you is the day my cock doesn’t work,” he said with a chuckle, but his hand came up to grab you under the chin to turn your head to face him. “I think you’re beautiful, Y/N. I have since the day I met you and everyday since. I don’t call you ‘my pretty girl’ for no reason. If you wanted me to make you feel good, you could have just asked me.”

You gave him a small smile, your first genuine one all day. But you jumped at the opportunity. “Even right now?” You asked bashfully, referencing the less-than-sexy pajamas you were wearing.

He didn’t even bother giving you an answer. On your next breath, he was pulling you into a heated kiss that you have been waiting weeks for. You both have been waiting if his enthusiasm was anything to go by.

Gently, so gently as if you might break if he was any rougher, he moved you both until you were laying flat on your back without breaking the kiss once. In mere moments he was stripping you bare, removing your layers until you were finally exposed to him. He didn’t give you a moment to be insecure, though.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his dark eyes trailing over every inch of your body. You might have thought he was just feeding you compliments if you didn’t see the utter rapture in his eyes, but his look of lust was unmistakable.

You were breathless just from the way he was looking at you, equally stunned and turned on by the way he was devouring you with his eyes. But when he immediately ducked down to lick a harsh trail up your soaked slit, a moan of pleasure got ripped from your throat without hesitation. After weeks of nothing but self inflicted torture, feeling his tongue on you was an otherworldly experience.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he murmured against your aching clit before unleashing himself on you like a starving man. He started on your clit, giving it kitten licks and sucking it in between his lips until your legs were shaking. Eventually, he made his way down to your entrance to fuck you with his tongue, making you writhe against the sheets and practically scream his name.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I can feel how close you are,” he demanded, his lips a caress against your sensitive skin as he worked you closer and closer to your release with his tongue.

He sucked your clit into his mouth one last time, and that was your undoing. You came with a scream, your back arching obscenely as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through your body. Despite not having made you cum in weeks, your husband certainly did not disappoint. You doubted he ever would.

You could feel Draco staring at you as you came down from your high, and when you cracked your eyes open you were just as transfixed as he looked. His usually perfect hair was a mess, sticking up in odd places from the way you had mused your fingers through his locks. His lips were swollen and wet, in equal measure from the kisses you had been sharing and his exquisite ministrations on your still throbbing cunt. And his eyes were dark with lust, staring into yours like you held the answer to every question he ever had.

“Did that feel good, darling?” He cooed, his hands trailing possessively up your body as he raised himself to hover above you.

“I want more,” you told him honestly as he took your tender breasts in his hands, tweaking your nipples just to force a whine out of you.

“Keep making those pretty noises and we might be here all night,” he said with a smirk, his head ducking down to suck on the nipples he had just been playing with.

It felt so much better than it usually did, probably thanks to how sore they were. His tongue was soothing every inch of you and every movement caused another pulse of pleasure to go directly to your clit.

“Fuck, I think I can cum like this,” you gasped, pulling his head impossibly closer to your chest.

With graceful ease he doubled down on his actions, licking and sucking on your nipples with fervor as he slipped a hand down to play with your clit. Your body was in sensory overload as he worked you closer and closer to the edge, never once stopping what he was doing just to get you there.

You arched your back, suffocating him with your breasts as you reached your peak. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he worked you through it, his own moans vibrating against your sensitive nipples.

Draco wasted no time in stripping the second your breathing evened out, settling himself in the cradle of your thighs once he was back on the bed at lightning speed.

“Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t know how gentle I can be right now,” he said softly, a warning you’d probably ignore because you needed him inside of you just as badly as he did right now.

You could only nod back, your voice caught in your throat in anticipation. In one swift movement, he was buried inside you to the hilt, both of you giving strangled moans at the sensation.

He started slow, letting your body readjust to his impressive length and girth. You weren’t even sure which noises were yours and which were his, but you did know you were fighting not to roll your eyes back in your head in order to watch him work. He was clearly holding back, but his impeccable self control was shattering as he thrust inside of you.

You knew just how to break him.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Draco, please. I want to feel it in the morning,” you whined, your voice breathy from just his slow movements. You knew you’d be helpless to your own desire once he broke, but you knew it would be worth it.

He took a moment to look at you, an assessing gaze in his eyes. It was sweet that he didn’t want to hurt you, but that’s not what you needed or wanted right now. Far from it, really. He must have liked what he saw because from one breath to the next, you were screaming his name.

His next thrust was brutal, deep and hard just the way you were craving. You knew neither of you would last long like this, not with all the pent up arousal, but it was worth it to feel the powerful movements of his hips as he ruined you.

Despite his lack of control, he was still meticulous in the way he tore you apart. Slowly, he dipped his head down once more to suck a nipple into his mouth. Your back arched as you writhed under him, only pushing his cock deeper inside of you. Once you felt his fingers on your clit, you knew you were done for.

The world was a blur as your climax hit you, your vision and hearing almost nonexistent as he fucked you through it. It was only when you heard Draco let out his own ragged, breathless moan that you felt your body falling back into place underneath him while he released deep inside of you.

You both stayed like that for a time, your bodies still joined and close as you both came back down to earth. It felt almost impossible to catch your breath, but when he pulled out and wrapped you in his arms you felt your entire body settle into him. The silence that fell over the room was peaceful and content, but a stark contrast from what it had been mere minutes ago.

“Go to sleep, pretty girl. I’m staying home tomorrow and at this rate it’s doubtful we’ll ever make it out of bed,” he finally said, his promise coming with a smirk you couldn’t see from your angle but you knew was dancing across his face.

“I like the sound of that,” you conceded, slowly succumbing to the sleep you desperately needed after that, but the last thought you had before sleep took you was that you had never felt more loved, more cherished, more beautiful than right now in his arms.

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inkblot-inc · 3 years ago

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There's Always Today

Summary: Set post Westview; Can we get some sort of closure somewhere PLEASE I’m begging- oh hey there it is :3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warning(s): The mood is pretty somber for most of it but we’ve got a happy ending, so think hurt/comfort vibes; Wanda tears (I feel like that should be one), R sometimes needs to think before they speak but hey, they only mean well- (they just fumble the tactfulness bag a bit), break up/end of relationship but like amicable? (Bud it's a complex situation to think through), Also Vision being a toaster (but not a bad toaster per say)

Notes: So like, after Wandavision, I kept thinking about the fact that Vision is now essentially alive again with all of his memories and how he kinda just…took off? Yeah, I was bouncing ideas based off of that fact and out came this. Also was lowkey listening to Die for You by The Weekend while writing (don't know that is has any bearing on the story but you know...vibes). Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: Somethin' like 3.2k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

You kept to the slightly worn path as you pulled up to the isolated residence and there she was, sitting on the step of her cabin.

She’d waited long enough.

As you got off your Davidson and cut the engine, Wanda got up to greet you with a quick hug that you gladly returned. “Thank you for coming, Y/n. For answering I mean,”

You laughed through your nose, “I’ve only been looking for you for the better part of a month.”

She pulled away to look you in the face, a sad smile made its way onto her own as she tried to return the same energy. “Well I hope you’re not too tired of the routine.”

You squeezed her shoulder under your palm.

"Never."

Wanda brought you inside as she put the kettle on. She took the time to make her request for your help more clear.

You’d kind of just been…Wandering the world as of now. With the Avengers coughing up dust with vacancies and having all but missed a good five years of your life, you yearned to regain connection.

There weren’t many things tying you to one place and you took full advantage of that. It was also a bit of a perk that people didn't really contact you for one reason or another, your schedule clear more often than not.

Missing five years of your life had done a lot to your psyche and lasting effects always trickled down, but you just wanted to make the sacrifice worth it.

Even though Yelena was a grown woman and could look after herself, you kept an ear out and a private phone line for her. It’s the least you could do to help a friend rest easy.

When Wanda disappeared after the smaller service you'd gotten together for Natasha, you'd gone to look for her. With both of you discombobulated and grieving the losses thrown at you in what felt like minutes, you figured it'd be best to stick together to have someone to lean on. You wound up going in circles before finally hearing about Wanda being somewhere in New Jersey. Maybe too late.

You were the best tracker Wanda knew. It was your specialty on the team; your superhuman sense of smell and hearing proved to be an invaluable asset on many a mission especially when paired with the efficient skill and tutelage of your late mentor. That being said, it was like something was actively keeping you away from Wanda, something she had no idea about. The block keeping you away simply ensured that you persisted that much more, and this time? There was finally a give to the wall coated in byzantium color.

Wanda told you all about what happened in Westview, her life with “Westview Vision”, her kids, the hex, Agatha Harkness, seeing “Real Vision” again, and the confusing mess of it all over a borderline addictive hibiscus blend.

“And he just..took off?”

“I know that he has his memories back. It’s Vis, my Vision, it’s just—I don’t know why-” Wanda heaved a sigh as her palms pressed firmly against her face. The past week had done nothing but let her stress from the whole ordeal grow and fester while on her own.

Why did he just leave? Without so much as a word. Wanda just finished grieving Vision and accepting that he was gone, only to find out that the revived version of him had somehow regained his memories sometime after he nearly killed her. It was like someone was playing a cruel joke on her over and over. Yes, she wanted to just move on with her life, but the fact remains that if her Vision is alive now, they can just go and live their lives together like they wanted somewhere else. For real this time.

Knowing that you’d been looking for her was the good news that she needed to hear.

So why wasn't he here?

Why did she have to wind up alone again?

You rested your hand over Wanda’s from across the dining room table with a warm smile on your face. “We’ll find ‘em, then you can ask Vision yourself," You stood and made your way back to the door before tossing your head over your shoulder. "Then I can kick his bolts in if you want.”

You wasted no time and it was still relatively early in the day when the two of you set out to find Vision. This case was a bit tougher to get a read on.

One: Vision didn’t own too many things to use as a fresh reference, and Two: He’d been in a sterilized building for the past five years, so you’d doubt he’d smell like much of anything now.

Every moment mattered at this point.

You settled on starting at places you know that he’s been before branching outward, Wanda narrowed down the list to start with the cities they’d visited together while on the run some time ago.

He’d never been anywhere else.

As you both traveled through Europe, You made it a point to keep Wanda’s mind off of the negative tilt of what ifs that seemed to ice out her optimism frequently.

The mention of Vision seemed to kill whatever positive buzz you could pull out of her. It wasn't much of a learning curve to it; Copenhagen was an especially quiet venture.

-----

You and Wanda slipped into a quiet cafe out of the light shower of rain. Both of you seated in a table near the back, you quickly tucked into a croquette platter without hesitation. Being set on high alert as a default actually leaves an impression on your stomach. Debatable whether it’s good or bad.

Wanda followed your lead much more slowly; she could probably actually taste the food.

There were hardly any leads as of now, and Vision's scent was just about gone from the navy jumper Wanda gave you for reference.

A grim smile rose on her face as she watched you, "I'm sorry for dragging you through all of this, Y/n."

You raised a brow as you proceeded to toss three cherry tomatoes in the air before catching each one, your arms out in a presenting fashion. "What're you sayin' sorry for? This is quite literally my whole life, Wands."

Wanda giggled a bit as she conceded with a small round of applause, "Yes, this is precisely what they paid you to be an Avenger for."

You narrowed your eyes playfully as you chewed. "I didn't get paid at all," You tossed a crumpled napkin at Wanda. "And neither did you, slick!"

She went into a full laugh as she threw her straw paper at you. Your eyes filled with mirth at the sound you'd come to be bent on bringing out of her.

Settling down and swallowing the contents in your mouth, you have your fist cover your mouth and stave off a belch. “Well we can cross Antwerp off the list. What do we have left? Paris and,”

“Edinburgh.”

You hum, “Right. Well we might have to double back here to catch the ferry that goes out to Scotland. France has gotten real finicky about rides the past few years and we got a lotta ground to cover,”

Wanda’s eyes were upward as she thought things over. “We can skip France altogether.” Her tone was resolute, certain. “Vis didn’t care to go to Paris anyways, It’s probably pointless to go.”

You took a quick drink from your beer, “Odd. Why?”

You kick yourself. The dimming of her eyes should’ve been enough.

Wanda keeps her eyes up, but her eyes aren’t wet as she gives a wry chuckle. “Vis said it was too typical for us. In the City of Love, going to the eiffel tower for an evening, fugitives or not. And typical as it sounded, I kind of wanted that y’know?”

You nodded along, “Yeah I get it, I mean sure everyone talks about it, but it’s a classic spot,”

Wanda fiddled with her fingers a bit as her eyes narrowed into as squint, still trained on the ceiling like the answers were written there. “To have a moment at a classic spot, if a bit cheesy, just to pretend everything was normal. That we were normal. We still went, but he was quick to add Belgium to the list afterward.”

Finishing up your food, you put your empty plate off to the side. “Well, I’ll make you a deal. We can go to Paris again after this, and we can do whatever the hell ya want, alright?”

And there they were again. Those reassurances you had no problem giving to Wanda, just sprinkled in.

You didn’t question a lot of things and preferred to take them in stride. It would cause problems from time to time, but it was something Wanda had grown to be very appreciative of. Even when she first met you; the times she needed her space were readily given and you never begrudged her when she went to bend your ear.

Moments like these remind her why she sought you out first, and why you were the first to show up.

As flighty as you could be, you were reliable.

You came back after tossing both of your trash out. Settling back in your seat, you both discussed the plan to get to Scotland.

-----

You kept an eye out for lurkers and people that might stare a bit too long as you walked out onto the deck of the boat. Neither of you were the general public’s favorite people, and the Westview incident was making its rounds outside of the states.

Wanda came out of the restroom to stand next to you. Your crossed arms rested on the rail as you leaned forward observing the clear scenery until you turned to face her.

You lightly bump Wanda’s shoulder, “I thought we left the bags in the cabin,”

Her eyebrows furrow before she catches on, letting out a tired laugh. Her hand ran over her face to try and wake herself up more. “Are they that visible?”

“No no, I just never really heard you settle down last night. Figured you didn’t sleep much.”

“You’d be right then,”

You turned to look at all the cloud cover, “Senses haven’t failed me yet.”

Both of you looked up when you heard the announcement that they were coming into port.

Wanda took a deep breath, “Let’s hope.”

She made her way off of the ferry in rushed steps with you behind her. You quickly take the lead going past a train station as you catch the remnants of a metallic pine-y scent, like offset Christmas. It was close enough to what you remember of Vision. That and it was only March.

You could see Wand’s posture stiffen a bit as you reached an apartment building.

Recognition.

You turn to the redhead, “Are we headin’ in?” This was ultimately her search and venture. Less courteous parts of you had lost fondness for the synthezoid when he turned you in back at that german airport as you let certain parties escape imprisonment way back when. That, and you and Vision didn’t mesh well to begin with. Whatever the outcome was when Wanda and Vision met again, you would simply follow her choice.

Wanda wordlessly pushed the door open as you stepped aside to let her go in first. Going up a few floors Wanda eventually stopped in front of a cherrywood door, the “416” all but scratched and faded on the plate.

You took Wanda’s hand in yours to offer some form of comfort, and she squeezed it slightly in appreciation.

Using her powers to unlock and open the door, you both made your way inside. The scent was more concentrated here.

Wanda seemed to go off into her own world, her hand passing over the back of the small sofa as she moved past it. It was only slightly more furnished than she remembered and new light fixtures made the space appear brighter than she’d ever seen it.

“I see you’ve let yourself in, well that’s fine.”

That voice

Spinning on her heel, Wanda turned to find Vision, granted in his human form, wearing a cream sweater and slacks.

His eyes flitted to you briefly, “You’ve brought the Bloodhound. A peculiar acquaintance, but I suppose it would only be appropriate.”

You pointedly ignored him as you stayed by the door. You looked to Wanda, “I’ll be just outside if you need me.”

Wanda looked at you, uneasy. “Oh- alright then.” It was odd for you to not be there with her now that it’d become a constant for her the past couple of weeks. As she watched you softly click the door shut, she debated whether or not she should call you back in to stay so her nerves would fully settle. She took a deep breath as she rooted herself to the floor, listening as your footsteps eventually began to peter out.

---

Wanda rooted herself to the floor as her gaze shifted from the door to Vision who stood a ways away, apparently more content with the silence than Wanda herself.

It was a good minute before Vision moved fully into the main room. Wanda felt lost. Angry? She felt that her expectations had been met and missed at the same time and she just wanted to move past the wall that seemed to divide them.

Before she could say anything however, Vision brought a hand up to stop her.

"I cannot go back with you Wanda. I will not, rather."

Of course he knew why she was here.

Her tongue was almost trapped in her mouth, "What? Why not? -" The part of her that held out hope began to shrivel up as she felt her pulse rise. In a way this wasn't surprising, but the hurt she felt from the statement was still very real.

Vision's words were not harsh, but they were cutting, "We cannot- I cannot simply go back to the way that things were, Wanda." He then deactivated his human cover as she got a good look at his new glacier form. Wanda struggled to keep looking at him and took a hard swallow, opting to look to the floor and wishing that you were in the room to give her your strength as she glanced at the door once again.

Her hands stayed clenched at her sides as her eyes began to water. "What I did to you, in Westview and to in lieu of that-"

“It has nothing to do with what you’ve done, Wanda. I do not think less of you, nor do I think ill of you. and although I understand it must be difficult to hear, I would like for you to hear my words and believe them.

Vision's eyes remained steady on Wanda. "I simply do not want this. I've taken time to reaffirm myself and think. I've come to the conclusion that I desire none of the life I remember living, no matter how vivid it was. It is not a beauty that I can recognize for myself anymore. As I am, my past feels far off and what I felt for you feels foreign, Wanda. It is something that I can acknowledge, but never fully grasp again.

"We have been torn apart and stitched back together and we have become vastly different people for it. I am simply not the same person...I am not who you've been looking for, Wanda.”

Vision’s words were a startling mix of heartfelt thought and clinical logic that Wanda found it hard to see past, fighting the overwhelming urge to recede into herself.

But she listened to him.

Her tears had yet to stop, but they were slowing down as she caught a glimpse of you outside the window, kicking a non-existent can as you had yet to be still.

Vision came closer and lightly placed his hand on Wanda's shoulder as he looked out of the same window from behind her.

“Every day I wake I find that I know frighteningly little about life, but what I’ve come to understand is that you create your memories in the present because it is the only thing that is promised. I can only hope to make the most of it as it comes, and I hope for you to do the same, Wanda.”

Vision pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Wanda turned to face him and, for the last time, she raised her hand to Vision’s head over the blue chip gleaming back at her that took the place of the yellow she knew. She bit her lip as a smaller wave of new tears ran from her eyes.

“I-I can feel you.”

Vision covered her hand with his own in a soft grip.

“I’m glad.”

Wanda wasn't left with nothing as she had previously believed. And it was time that she understood that.

She looked back out the window.

---

You looked up from the steps to the building entrance as Wanda came out of it. Her face was a bit puffy and eyes red, but she was calm.

“I would ask how it went, but uh-”

“Better than I thought.” She took a second before she nodded to confirm as the conversation replayed in her head again.

“Oh! Well that’s good then,” You felt her hand slip into your own and you were more than a little confused. Where’s Vision then?

“Let’s get home, I’ll fill you in on the way.” You watched her create a portal back to the bed and breakfast to grab your things.

“Oookay?”

-----

It had been a little over a year since then. Wanda took that time to heal and process with all that happened seemingly one after another. It was a much needed calm as she used her powers less and less and just focused on other things to occupy her time.

She’d taken up farming and even got some area cleared to start growing other plants on the terrain surrounding her home. Certain topics were discolored, but they were less and less sensitive for her to think about.

It was an effort for a fresh start.

You hadn’t been traveling as much so you could be around for Wanda should she need you, but still enough so that you could stretch your legs. She wanted to wait a bit longer before she began to join you on your trips and venture freely.

You’d just come back from Bucharest, an extra set of hands to get a hold of a particularly slippery widow as a rare favor to Yelena.

As you pulled up to the remodeled cabin and got out of your new truck, you saw the familiar figure on the steps before she got up to meet you.

Hands full, you let her take one of the bags out of your grip.

“Nice trip?”

You shrug, “Eh, it was eventful. Yelena says hey by the way. It’ll probably be a bit before she can come by, but I was able to get you somethin’ while I was away,” You held the door open for her with your foot as you both made your way to the kitchen. “I got my contact to hook me up with some sugar maple seedling-things, since you mentioned wanting to grow ‘em last time. Jin even threw in a Gorosoe for a loyalty benefit.”

As you unpacked your to-go bags, Wanda simply listened to you ramble on about spiles and looking out back to find a spot for the trees to grow.

A smile bloomed on her face as she leaned forward to close the distance between you from across the table, and you gladly sunk into the kiss. Eventually pulling away, you were in a bit of a daze before you broke out into a grin. It'd been about a week since you'd last seen her.

“Thank you for being here.”

“As long as you’ll have me.”

As you got everything squared away and began helping Wanda prep dinner, her eyes drifted to a small frame that held two used ticket stubs to Paris sitting on the mantle in the main room.

The present is the only thing that’s promised.

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years ago

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a/n: omg! it's been so long since i last wrote something for harry so it feels a bit weird but in a good way to be back. i've been spending more time offline so writing hasn't been going that fast like before, but im working on a few other stuff too! just please be patient with me, im trying my besti swear! so now enjoy this oneshot of two oblivious and stupid roommates who start sharing a bed...

pairing: Roommate!Harry x reader

word count: 8.1k

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Living with three boys has its perks but also a lot of downsides too. It’s not how you planned, you were set to move in with one of your friends from second year, but she bailed on you last minute, leaving you with no place to live when most of the houses were already taken for the next at least one year. You were bracing yourself to sleep under a bridge or something already when your heroes came along.

You went to high school with Harry Niall and Louis, but you weren’t exactly in the same friend group, just knew about each other. Then you ended up in the same Lit class freshman year with Harry and he was basically your pass into their little group. You hit it off pretty easily and you always wondered why you didn’t become friends before college. Later you had two more classes with him in the second semester and it was just all a coincidence that he found out about your living situation.

“Why don’t you move in with us?” he prompted one afternoon when you were studying together in the library.

“I’m not sharing a room with any of you, Harry,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You wouldn’t have to. We had a fourth mate living with us but he dropped out about a month ago. You could take his bedroom.”

“Are for real? You should talk about it with the boys first, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind it. They like you too and if I’m being honest, the place could use the touch of a woman,” he smirked and you just rolled your eyes, but you were incredibly thankful for the offer.

So after talking with Niall and Louis about it and once they gave their amens on the situation, you officially moved in with the three of them.

You’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been times when you thought about choosing the bridge, living with boys is not exactly a dream. They are messy, sometimes loud and oblivious about certain things women do and need. You’ll never forget Niall’s face when you packed the shelf above the toilet with your tampons and pads. The horror in his eyes as he examined all the different sizes and types.

“But why so many? I don’t get it why you need the large ones and the mini ones too,” he huffed.

“Because I vary them according to the strength of my flow.”

“Bless you,” he scoffed and just walked away.

They tend to leave their clothes around the house and they don’t always realize when it’s time to let some fresh air into the place either. Harry has a sixth sense wanting to use the bathroom when you’re in and Louis always forgets to get rid of his spoiled food from the fridge. Tini things that surely got you thinking if it was a good idea to move in with them. But then there are times when you can’t even imagine sharing a home with anyone else than these three idiots.

The way Harry always leaves you a cup of coffee on the counter when he has an early class on mondays and wednesdays, how Niall always waits for you to get home after your night shifts at the restaurant you’ve been working at, but he always just says he was watching Supernatural on TV. You love that Louis goes out of his way to get you your favorite pastry for breakfast on sundays when he goes for his morning runs. But the absolute best is that you never feel alone or bored with these three around. Something is always happening and they make sure to involve you in everything, making you feel like part of their little pack.

Tonight is Thursday and Thursdays are movie nights in your home. It’s been a tradition since the first week and you haven’t missed any of them. Sitting on the couch at your usual spot, you laugh as Niall growls in annoyance when you suggest to watch another rom-com.

“Not again!” he protests, sitting on the floor by the coffee table you and Harry thrifted a few months ago after the previous one was broken at a smaller party held in the house.

“Why? I bet Harry would love it!” you grin, glancing at the guy in talk who is now entering the room with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Of course he would, because he is a pussy! And the two of you always team up, dragging Louis with you so I can never watch something I enjoy!” Niall whines as Harry sits next to you, not too bothered by his friend’s cries.

“Come on, I bet you enjoyed Crazy, Stupid Love last week!” you laugh, remembering how he whined for the first part, then fell asleep at the end.

“Love, if you think that was enjoyment, I wouldn’t want to be your boyfriend,” Niall scoffs and you gasp at his reply.

“Hey!” you snap at him, but can’t help laughing. This is how it always goes with you and Niall, the non-stop bickering can sometimes drive Harry and Lou insane.

“Okay, so what do you want to watch?” Harry asks, throwing some popcorn into his mouth as he gets comfortable, an arm resting on the back of the couch behind you, the other one busy with the snack in his lap.

“There is this new horror I’ve been dying to see!” Niall’s blue eyes light up right away, but you’re fast to break that shine.

“Nah, no way. I’m not watching a horror movie.”

“Why not?”

“Because I fucking hate them and they scare the shit out of me.”

“That’s like the whole point!” he protests, but you shake your head no again.

“What are you fighting about again?” Louis asks, walking into the room after his quick shower, the smell of his body wash filling the room for a few moments.

“I want to watch a horror movie, but Y/N is a little baby and she doesn’t want to.”

“I’m not a baby! I just don’t enjoy watching people get killed or demons sucking the life out of someone!” Niall just rolls his eyes at your response.

“But it’s always what you or Harry wants to watch, why can’t I choose just this once?”

“That’s not true, we watch movies you like too!” you retort, but Niall gives you an unimpressed look. “We watched that crime thing, that was your choice!”

“That was three months ago, Y/N,” he sighs and as you do some quick math you realize that he is right.

“Hey, he has a point. Let’s just watch what he wants this one time, yeah?” Harry curls his arm that’s been on the back of the couch around your shoulder and he pulls you to his side, squeezing you gently.

“But I hate horrors,” you pout, knowing well that it’s already kind of settled, you lost this battle.

“It’s just a movie. And if you get scared in the night, you can sleep at mine,” he offers with a wink that surely makes your heartbeat fasten a bit.

If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Harry, even back in high school, when you didn’t really know him. He was the cool guy, but not the douchebag type, more like the one that was nice to everyone and earned their respect and liking. Getting to know him just proved that he really is a great guy, but you figured he would never feel the same way about you. These three guys only saw you as their sister and that was in a way kinda worse than being friend zoned, but there’s nothing you can do about it, so you just decided to come to peace with your situation. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered when you see him wander around the house in just his boxers or when he gets a little touchy with you, which happens a lot, because that’s just how he is. Hands on your shoulders, a little squeeze on your hips, the gentle touch of his fingers on your back, they happen all the time and they get your pulse up every time. You can only hope it’s not that noticeable.

Niall finally gets what he wants and you agree to watch that stupid horror movie. It doesn’t start off too bad, but it quickly escalates and makes you shudder every time the screen gets a little darker or the music is foreshadowing that something is about to happen.

“Jesus fuck!” you jump a little when the killer appears out of nowhere in the scene.

“You alright?” Harry asks, peeking down at you.

“I fucking hate this dude,” you mumble, rubbing your face with your hands, to get your shit together. Harry chuckles lightly next to you, his arm pulling you to his side close and you gladly sink against him, the warmth of his body giving you some comfort and a sense of safety.

Your eyes are on the screen, but your mind is dancing around how his fingers are delicately running up and down your arm, drawing circles and little shapes on your skin. It could put you to sleep easily, even with the woman screaming on the screen after seeing her husband get killed.

“Just imagine the guy with a funny mustache,” Harry murmurs, leaning closer to you so he doesn’t bother the other two guys with his comment. “Or maybe in a ridiculous outfit.”

“Like… in a onsie?” you ask, squinting your eyes at the screen.

“Could be, yeah,” he chuckles quietly. “Just imagine him running through the woods in a onsie with bunnies all over it.”

You can’t push your laughter down, covering your mouth with your hand so you don’t bother the others. Harry just smirks, giving you a squeeze as you’re still melted against his side on the couch, legs pulled up to your chest, while his are spread out in front of him.

“Definitely not that scary,” you giggle and Harry hums in agreement.

“Would you mind getting a fucking room, you guys? You have two, in fact!” Niall snaps at you playfully, when you start laughing again.

“Sorry, sorry!” you clear your throat, your cheeks heating up at the comment, but luckily it’s dark enough to hide your embarrassment. Niall is always quick to make dirty jokes and tease you in a way that makes you nervous, especially when it involves Harry as well. He has made plenty of comments about you and Harry since you’ve moved in, implying that the two of you sometimes act like a couple or that you should hook up. Harry is always quick to shake them off, that’s how you know he couldn’t even take the thought seriously.

At the end of the movie you feel like it wasn’t bad, not with Harry holding you close at least.

“Will you be screaming tonight, Y/N?” Niall teases you, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Either way it’s gonna be your fault.”

“I can live with that!” he laughs, bidding his goodbye before he shuts the door of his bedroom behind him.

You do your usual evening routine, get ready to bed and by the time you’re done in the bathroom all the boys have retired into their rooms. The hallway stands dark in front of you, only a tiny bit of light coming from your bedroom since you left your bedside lamp on in there, but you still can’t help the eerie feeling that washes over you. That movie didn’t sit right with you and now you have to face the aftermath of it.

Switching the lights in the bathroom off you sprint into your bedroom, pictures from the movie flashing in your mind of the killer just jumping out of nowhere. You shut the door and lean your back against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. Tonight is going to be long.

No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall asleep. You’re way too alerted, opening your eyes at the tiniest of sounds around you, which is unfortunate, because your window is looking over the main street, unlike two other rooms in the house, that are facing the small backyard. Harry and Louis have the luck to have those rooms.

Every time you’re about to fall asleep something from the movie sneaks into your thoughts and you get scared to death. Soon, you realize you won’t be able to sleep on your own tonight.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you wonder if Harry really meant that offer that you can sleep with him or not. Part of you is convinced it was just a joke, but when you hear someone shouting down the street you push your doubts aside and you quickly find yourself making your way to Harry’s room.

You knock on the room lightly, not wanting to wake anyone else up. The last thing you need is Niall seeing you go into Harry’s room in the middle of the night.

No answer comes from inside, but you won’t just leave it at that. Opening the door you’re facing another dark room, barely making out the furniture, but you already know the route by heart. Making it to the bed your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and you can see Harry lying on his side, sleeping peacefully. Squatting down you place a hand to his shoulder and give him a tiny shake.

“Harry?” you call out quietly, but his answer is just a huff. “Harry, it’s me,” you try again, squeezing his arm. He furrows his eyebrows before slowly blinking his eyes open, finding you in his sight.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks in that groggy, low voice you love hearing in the morning so much.

“I can’t… Did you mean that I can sleep here if I’m scared?” you ask, afraid that he might just have a good laugh and send you back to your room. For a long moment, he just blinks at you before nodding his head and you feel relief washing over you.

“Sure,” he hums.

“O-okay then I’ll bring a blanket and take the floor and--”

“Shut up, you are not sleeping on the floor,” he growls, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into bed with him as he scoots over, making you space on the mattress.

It’s a bit weird at first, lying in bed with Harry, especially because it’s just queen sized, so there’s not much space between the two of you, but it seems like Harry doesn’t mind it so why should you?

Your nerves are a lot calmer with Harry next to you, but maybe it’s still because of the movie or because you’re a bit anxious about the whole situation, you just still can’t relax enough to fall asleep.

“Y/N, no one is gonna kill you here,” Harry speaks up surprising you because you thought he has already fallen back asleep.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, trying to sound convincing, but you can’t fool anyone, especially not him.

He huffs deeply and before you could realize what’s happening, Harry’s arm is curled around your waist, pulling you against him, spooning you from behind, the warmth of his body wrapping your figure almost entirely.

“If a murderer comes, they will have to fight me first, alright? Now sleep,” he mumbles against your hair, squeezing you gently. All at once, you couldn’t care about killers and dark shadows around you, because Harry was right there, holding you tight and there was nowhere you wanted to be more than right there.

You slept like a baby. Harry’s closeness kept every nightmare away from you and the morning came with ease. Harry’s phone wakes the two of you up at eight, because he has a morning class at 9.30. The two of you are completely tangled up in each other, lying on your side facing each other, Harry’s arms are wrapped around you, while yours are hugging his waist. Groaning at the sound of his alarm, he rolls to his back to reach for the phone on the nightstand and then he finally turns it off. It’s bright outside, the darkness of the night finally long gone. You’re still groggy when Harry rolls back, his arm coming back around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world and in a sense, it feels like that. But as you both slowly wake up, you realize that you might be a little too close. Slowly but surely you let go of each other, rolling to your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hope I didn’t kick you in my sleep,” you smile at him, peeking over at him, hoping to break the awkwardness of the situation.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, before pushing himself up and off the bed. You follow him with your gaze as he steps to his dresser and grabs a pair of clean underwear. “I’ll put on a coffee while I shower, want one too?” he asks, though you know he could make one for you anyway.

“Sure, thank you,” you nod and he nods back, yawning as he walks out of the room, leaving you lying in his bed, a bit confused and kind of aching to be held by him again.

Two days pass by, everything is going as per usual, neither you nor Harry brings up that you spent the night in his bed that one particular time. Now it’s saturday and you all were planning to go out, but a sudden storm has cancelled your plans, so the evening turned into a cozy, lazy hangout instead of a wild party at some frat house.

Louis decided to work on a paper that’s due in two weeks, Niall has been relentlessly swiping on Tinder while you and Harry are spawled out on the couch, watching some shitty action movie that was on TV, since you both were too lazy to choose one and put it on. Deep down you’re a little happy you don’t have to spend the evening in a crowded, smelly house, drinking cheap alcohol.

Harry gets up from his seat to grab himself a drink just when Niall growls in annoyance.

“What is it?” you ask.

“They keep unmatching with me after we’ve talked a little!”

“Have you thought about the reason?” you smirk at him, knowing well that Niall probably isn’t the easiest to talk to, he surely takes it too far too soon.

“Well they probably don’t like that I ask them if I can go over,” he shrugs, making you laugh.

“You’d go over in the pouring rain?” Harry asks, returning to his spot on the couch. He puts his drink to the coffee table and instead of sitting into his previous position, leaning against the arm of the couch, he lies down, laying his head to your thigh, making your breath hitch for a moment.

“Of course not!” Niall rolls his eyes. “But I thought it would make them think I would do anything for them.”

“It makes you seem desperate,” Harry retorts, earning a questioning look from his friend. “What? It does!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” you nod in agreement. “Going over in the middle of a storm just to fuck? Sounds like you’re having a hard time finding someone.”

“Women are so fucking complicated, and for what?!” he growls, before storming off to his bedroom, like an angsty teenager, leaving you and Harry alone.

He doesn’t move, his head stays on your thigh using it as a pillow. His curls are tickling the soft skin on your thigh and you have to fight the urge to play with his hair or scratch his scalp. You stay like this for the rest of the movie and when he gets up you almost want to pull him back.

“Alright, I’m fucked, I’m gonna go to bed,” he yawns, stretching his arms out into the air as he heads into his bedroom. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry!” you call after him as you watch his frame disappear down the hallway.

Sighing, you slide down on the couch, cursing under your breath that you’re still so hung up on Harry. You really thought that you had it under control, but lately those damn butterflies are acting up in your stomach at everything he does.

“I’m pathetic,” you mumble under your breath just as the sky rumbles outside with a blinding lightning, making you jump with a squeak. “Shit,” you huff, already knowing that falling asleep will be a pain in the ass. Again.

You’ve always hated storms, they make you think that something bad is about to happen, a tree is about to fall into the window or a lightning will blow up the building. It’s kind of stupid, you know it, but you just can’t help it.

Tossing and turning, you jump every time a lightning flashes somewhere outside and a few seconds later the thunder rips through your whole body, almost making you fall off the bed.

“Oh God,” you let out a shaky breath. You have no idea how long it is until the Storm finally stops and you’d really like to have a good night's sleep. So pushing your anxious thoughts to the side, you get out of bed and head over to Harry’s room once again.

It’s such a deja vu from a few nights ago, as you gently knock on the door you wait again, but this time you actually get an answer.

“Yeah?” you hear him call out from inside and you slowly open the door, peeking your head inside. Harry is lying in bed, his head propped up against the headboard as he is scrolling through his phone. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting the phone aside as he sits up.

“I just, I-I know it’s stupid, but I was thinking… I don’t know--”

“Y/N, just tell me, alright? Come on in,” he gestures for you and you slip into the room, closing the door behind you before sitting to the edge of the bed next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep during storms…” you admit, looking into his eyes, hoping he gets the hint where you want to head with it. He stares back at you for a moment before he scoots over, lifting the covers up, giving you the green light to join him.

Relieved, you climb over to him, making yourself comfortable as he wraps the blanket over you, his arm immediately coming to cradle you, this time pulling you to his chest so your head is laid upon his shoulder, a hand gently placed onto his hard chest, probably right above where his butterfly tattoo is adorning his abdomen.

This is now easily your favorite place. Safe and tight in Harry’s arms, protected from anything and everything, like you’re in a little bubble as soon as you get on his bed.

Lightning strikes outside again and you shiver a little. Harry probably notices it, because he tightens his hold around you, as if it’s his way telling you that he is here and nothing bad is gonna happen. Eventually, you’re able to shut the outside out and only focus on Harry’s warmth, the touch of his hand on your arm and his even breathing. And then finally, you drift off to sleep.

This morning is different from the previous one you spent here. There’s no alarm since it’s Sunday, neither of you have anything in particular to do, so you wake up feeling rested, the Sun shining through his half drawn in curtains, no trace of last night’s storm can be noticed from where you’re lying in bed, the sky is as clear as ever. Sometime during the night you got tangled in a way where Harry is the one now cuddling you, his head lying on your chest, hugging you as if you were a giant teddy bear, his leg thrown between yours, lightly snoring against your sleep shirt. You can only see his mop of hair and the urge to play with them is back, but this time, you give in.

Leaving one hand on his back, you move the other one to his unruly locks, gently playing with one before you comb your fingers through it, lightly scratching his scalp. Harry hums in pleasure, shifting from his dreams back to reality, but he doesn’t move, just keeps humming as you massage his scalp.

“It’s not a good morning, it’s the best,” he mumbles groggily, making you chuckle at his words.

One of his hands is flat against your ribcage and the damned butterflies start dancing when you feel his fingers gently stroke your side as you keep playing with his curls. This feels so idyllic, as if you’ve been like this forever. You wish that was true.

Groaning as he stretches, Harry rolls to his back, making you instantly miss his body pressed against yours. He rubs his eyes, sighing deep as he blinks up at the ceiling a few times, then he turns his head to the side, looking at you.

Just when he is about to say something, outside his door it sounds like someone just broke a pile of plates and it’s followed by Niall’s usual annoyed growl. You both get out of bed to go and check what happened, not even thinking about how it might appear that you both are coming from Harry’s room in the morning.

Harry flings the door open and there is Niall, collecting pieces of a plate from the floor, his breakfast scattered down the hallway as well while he curses under his breath.

“What happened?” Harry asks, picking up a bigger piece from the plate.

“Fucking tripped,” he growls back, glancing up just for a moment, then back down, but then he processes that you’re standing behind Harry, in his room, in the morning. “What the fuck are you doing in Harry’s room?” he bluntly asks, quickly forgetting about the mess he just made.

“What?” you ask nervously, your pulse quickening in an instant. Harry stands up, seemingly not too bothered by Niall’s question.

“You slept in his room?!”

“She did,” Harry answers, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wait, are you two fucking?” Niall’s eyes widen, snapping back and forth between you and Harry.

“Just because two people sleep in the same bed, doesn’t mean they are fucking, Niall,” Harry chuckles, seemingly amused by the situation that’s got your stomach knotted. Louis’ door opens and he walks out, his hair a little messy, but already dressed, a mug halfway filled with coffee in his hand.

“Wha’s this circus out here?” he asks, looking around, his eyes scanning over the mess on the floor.

“Did you know these two are fucking?” Niall asks him and Harry lets his head drop back at his words.

“Are you?” Louis simply questions and you shake your head no.

“We are not. Y/N can’t sleep in a storm so she came over to mine.”

“Funny, she doesn’t come to me when she’s scared,” Niall scoffs.

“I never came to you because you don’t understand that sleeping together doesn’t mean sex,” you retort, though your ears are practically burning from the rising anxiety inside you.

“Wait, whoa. This wasn’t the first time you two slept together?”

“She was scared after your stupid horror movie too,” Harry shrugs.

“Wow, so are you guys a thing now or what?”

“Niall!” Harry growls and you’re not entirely sure what bothers you more. Niall’s shock and interrogation or the way Harry seems so cool and unbothered, like it’s no big deal. Maybe because for him it really isn’t, it’s only about the sleeping, nothing else, even though the cuddles are a little beyond the lines of friendship.

“What? I’m just asking the important stuff! Am I not allowed to tell dirty jokes to Y/N because you’ll cut my prick off?”

“You shouldn’t tell those anyway,” Louis chimes in and you nod in agreement.

Seeing that the conversation is just getting more and more awkward with each passing moment you decide to pull yourself out of it. Pushing yourself past Harry you mumble an excuse me before rushing back into your room, the three boys eyeing you curiously as you shut the door behind you, finally putting a physical barrier between you and them.

You shouldn’t be this offended, it’s not like any promises were made and you should have known better and not fall for him more than you already did. It was silly of you to think that there was anything more behind these nights spent curled up against each other, or when you woke up tangled and melted together. It was never what you hoped it to be.

Then and there you decide it’s better if you distanced yourself from him, or at least go back to how it was before. No bed sharing, no cuddling and preferably no bitter feelings.

It all goes well, because you have a pretty busy week after that day, you always have something to do and it’s not like you spent the night with Harry randomly, so it was evident that you stayed in your room so far.

But about a week later another storm was threatening to strike. The sky was gradually darkening all afternoon and now it’s only five o’clock, but it feels like eight. It’s Sunday, you’re quite exhausted since you were working until three. Niall was out somewhere with some of his coursemates and Louis went home for the weekend, won’t be back until Tuesday. It’s just you and Harry, who’s been sprawled out on the couch in only his sweatpants while you’re making yourself an early dinner so you can go to bed soon and have a good night’s sleep.

It doesn’t take long for the rain to start pouring, you’ve just gotten out of the shower when the first thunder rips through the place, making you gasp in fear. Harry’s head snaps around, looking in your way where you’re standing at the bathroom door, a questioning look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say a word. Ignoring his gaze, you just make your way into your bedroom, not even thinking about what could be on his mind. Is he thinking about whether you’ll ask to sleep with him again or he doesn’t care about it at all?

By the time you are ready to go to bed, the storm is fully raging outside, making your insides tremble every time you see a lightning or the thunder breaks the quietness in the house. You make one last trip to the kitchen, finding Harry leaned against the counter as he eats an apple.

“Going to bed early?” he asks as you pour yourself some water.

“Mhm,” you nod, avoiding looking at him.

“Everything alright?”

“Sure, I’m just tired,” you force a small smile onto your face just when a thunder rumbles outside, making you jump. Harry is watching you curiously and kind of expectantly, but you’re doing your best ignoring it. Instead, you just grab your water and head back to your room. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N,” he calls after you, and you can feel his burning gaze on your back right until you close the door behind you.

Your plan to sleep a good ten hours goes right out the window. It doesn’t seem like the storm is about to calm anytime soon, so you’re stuck to suffer through it on your own. You’ll be damned to go to Harry’s, that would be an instant heart break and you just can’t take that right now. Long, torturous hours pass by with you lying awake in bed and part of you wants to go running over to Harry, but you force yourself to stay. It’s not happening tonight.

You fall asleep sometime after two in the morning when the thunder and lightning have stopped. Unfortunately, you need to wake up early in the morning, so when your phone’s alarm shakes you out of your sleep, you feel like absolute shit. Dragging yourself out of bed appears to be the hardest thing right now. As you make your way out, you are met with an all too familiar figure sitting at the small dining table, two cups of coffees in front of him, one obviously made for you.

Harry’s eyes snap up at you curiously, taking in your terrible looks as you head to the bathroom.

“Morning,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good morning’,” he nods in your way and though he doesn’t say anything else, you can tell he has a few thoughts about your current state.

Once you’re done with your morning business in there you join him at the table, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Rough night?” he asks, eyes examining your face.

“Kinda.”

“The storm?”

You don’t answer, just nod your head. He remains silent, but you can feel that he is dying to ask another question.

Why didn’t you come over?

You’re glad he doesn’t actually asks you, because you wouldn’t be able to give either a normal answer or say anything without starting to cry. Instead, you just grab your coffee and head back into your bedroom to get ready for the day.

That week on Friday all four of you are invited to a party. At first you want to cancel, but some of your friends from classes will be there too and it’s been ages since you’ve been to a great party, so you decide to tag along with the boys.

For the first half of the evening you go your separate way, spending time with people you don’t actually live with and see every day. One drink follows the other, though you make sure you don’t go farther than getting tipsy. You’re not in the mood to deal with a nasty hangover in the morning.

Sometime after your third or fourth drink you run into Niall and he pulls you into their little circle that also involves Harry. When he sees that you’ve joined them, his eyes light up and goes out of his way to get next to you.

“I haven’t seen you in ages!” he whines, slurring his words as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you at his side. He is definitely drunk, that you’re sure of.

“It’s been just about two hours, Harry,” you roll your eyes, but can’t push your smile down. You’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying having him so close. Your dynamic hasn’t been the same since you stopped sleeping in his bed. Not that it was such a regular activity, it only happened two times.

“But I missed you, I feel like we haven’t… haven’t talked in so long!” he huffs, knitting his eyebrows together. “Have you been avoiding me?” he asks leaning closer, so your conversation can somewhat be private.

“That’s silly. Of course I haven’t!”

“But it feels like that,” he pouts with glossy eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Sure,” you nod, the bitter taste of lying filling your mouth.

“Alright, cool,” he smirks and pulling closer he kisses into your hair before he engages with the rest of the group again, keeping his arm around you as if it wasn’t a big deal.

For the rest of the evening you simply don’t leave his side and not because he doesn’t let you, but because you don’t want to. Harry is not the only one missing the other, this week you’ve noticed that even though you’ve been keeping yourself busy, your thoughts always took you back to one particular, curly haired boy. Despite everything that’s been going on, he is your friend first and foremost who you love spending time with and talking about anything and everything.

Both of you are intoxicated, Harry a bit more than you, but you’re having a blast playing beerpong or ruining Niall’s chances with girls he is trying to pick up. You’re genuinely having an amazing time and it wouldn’t be the same without Harry.

Arriving back home your little group splits, everyone using the bathroom after the other and you’re the last one in line, because you always take the longest. By the time you’re finished, Louis and Niall are both locked up in their rooms, but Harry’s door is still open, some dim lighting illuminating the hallway. As you approach it, you find him throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, but his head perks up when he sees you.

“Good night, H,” you sigh, quite tired and in need of a good sleep, but before you could head into your own bedroom, Harry grabs your wrist and pulls you into his. “What is it?”

“Sleep here,” he simply prompts, already leading you to the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“I-I… I don’t--” you stutter, feeling flustered from his offer.

“Come on, you can’t say no,” he tells you, already crawling under his covers and then he holds them up as the invitation.

Taking a deep breath you follow him and make yourself comfortable in your almost usual spot. Harry’s arm falls over your waist in an instant, spooning you from behind as he hums pleased. But a few moments later he lifts his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“You know you can say no, right? I was just joking.” Looking back at him you give him a small smile. Even drunk he makes sure you aren’t doing anything you don’t want to, but how could you not want it? You’ve been aching to sleep next to him all week, especially after the last storm when you suffered alone in your room.

“I know, Harry.”

“Alright, okay,” he nods, his head dropping back to the pillow. “I missed this,” he mumbles with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Mm, sleeping alone sucks,” he hums and in a split second, your heart breaks.

Harry didn’t want to sleep with you, he just wanted to sleep with someone and you were the one there. It has nothing to do with you.

You want to blame him, you want it to be his fault that your chest is now aching, knowing that it truly doesn’t mean the same thing to him it does to you, but you know you can’t. It wouldn’t be fair, so once again, you’re left with a sinking heart wrapped up into Harry’s embrace that suddenly feels burning.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

When the morning comes Harry is still sleeping deep beside you, an arm thrown over your waist, puffing warm air against the side of your head with every breath he exhales. Seeing him so peaceful warms your heart, but then you realize everything that happened last night, how he only used you because you were available and not because he wanted you.

You don’t want to wait for him to wake up and face him, your emotions would surely bring the best out of you. So carefully, you unwrap yourself from his hold and sneak out of his room, back into yours.

There’s no way you can face Harry right now, so before he could wake up you leave, planning on spending the day in the library, working on your assignments, hoping the school work will take your mind off of how badly you’ve been friendzoned.

Sometime after eleven Harry actually texts you asking where you went and you just tell him you have a shitload of school stuff to deal with. He asks if he can join you, but you tell him you’re with a group of your classmates, even though you’re sitting in an almost entirely empty library. He luckily doesn’t push it and leaves you to be. Hopefully he’ll be fine when you take another step away from him for a while to get your head straight and sort your emotions out.

You get home quite late, but not late enough, apparently. Because walking into the house you find the boys clearly getting ready to watch a movie.

“Just in time!” Niall beams. “Join us, Princess!” he laughs, grabbing himself a cola from the fridge.

“Oh, no, I have some things to work on--”

“Come on, you’ve been in the library all day, you can have a break!” Louis tells you and you know you won’t be left alone, they are just so persistent.

So you join them in your usual spot, which is of course next to Harry, though you’re trying to avoid his gaze that hasn’t left you since you arrived and by now you’re certain he knows you’re avoiding him. There’s a reason why he asked you last night if you’ve been doing it lately, he is not stupid, but this is not the time to deal with it.

With your inner crisis bubbling inside you, you completely forget to ask what you’re watching. A few minutes into the movie it becomes quite clear however.

“Is this a fucking horror movie again?” you ask, snapping at Niall, who just starts laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Harry will gladly let you sleep in his bed tonight,” he teases, making your whole face heat up at his comment. Harry slaps his chest before he turns to you with concern filled eyes, but you pretend like you see nothing, turning back to the screen with your jaw clenched.

You’re fucked.

The movie is a fucking shitshow and leaves you traumatized. When it’s over, you think about why didn’t you just stand up and go into your room when you realized it’s another horror. For a change, this one was filled with demons and monsters that hide in the shadows, just what you need before going to bed. In the night. In a totally dark room.

Exiting the bathroom you’re already planning on watching something lighthearted and cheerful in your room, hoping that would make you forget the movie you just saw and give you the chance to actually sleep.

Walking past Harry’s room you see that it’s still open and you catch him expectantly looking at you when you appear in the doorway as you walk down the hallway, your eyes meeting for just a split second before you disappear from his sight and shut your bedroom door without a word behind you.

No matter how many random videos you watch on YouTube, some scenes from the movie are just imprinted into your mind and they have you trembling in fear. Every shadow looks like a demon or ghost, hiding in your room, ready to haunt and kill you and you’re on the verge of actually crying. It might not be only because of the movie, more like everything else that’s been bottled up inside you, added to the fear the movie has brought to you.

Shutting your eyes closed you try to take deep breaths and for a bit it actually seems to help, but that is until you hear the door opening. It gives you an instant heart attack and you can’t keep your tears back anymore.

A whimper leaves your mouth as the door opens and you can only see a shadow entering the room, totally not recognizing Harry in the dark.

“Y/N, hey, it’s just me! It’s okay!” he quickly clears, seeing how shaken up you are. He rushes over to the bed, one hand cupping your cheek, the other one finding your hand and before you could think, you grip it hard.

“You scared the living hell out of me!” you cry out, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to check on you.”

Silence sets between the two of you that’s only momentarily broken by your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

“Why didn’t you come to mine after the movie if you were so scared?” he then asks, surprising you with how straightforward he is.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, blinking the remaining of the tears away as Harry stares down at you intently.

“Why would you think you’d bother me? I like having you there.”

“But it’s… Doesn’t matter,” you sigh in defeat, but it just concerns him even more.

“No, tell me!”

“Harry, just go back to your room. I’ll be fine.”

“You definitely won’t and I’m not leaving until you don’t tell me what’s going on,” he protests firmly and you lose your patience to keep lying to him.

“You just wanted someone to sleep with yesterday, okay? You didn’t need me. And… I don’t want to depend on you more than I should.”

Harry stares back at you with a blank expression and you feel like this is going to be the end of your friendship. You have to come clean about your feelings and he’ll tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way. But then he speaks up and the tables turn faster than ever.

“Y/N, I wanted you to sleep with me last night. Not just anyone. You.”

“What?”

“I really thought we have been on the same page, but apparently, we’re not even in the same book,” he sighs, confusing you even more. “Wasn’t it suspicious how things have been between us lately? The way we slept, the mornings, did you think these are normal things to do?”

“I-I thought that… it didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Well it did,” he replies and you breath hitches in your throat. “I was trying to take it slow, see how you’d react to everything and I thought you were feeling the same way. But then last time you didn’t come to my room when there was a storm and I thought that was your way of telling me that you want to pause whatever’s been going on.”

You’re just blinking in shock, listening to his words. This is nothing you expected.

“But then you seemed like you opened back up last night and you agreed to sleep with me, thought we were back on track, but then you were nowhere to be found in the morning, avoided me all day and now you would have rather spent the night crying here alone than to come over to me. What did I do? Just tell me, because quite frankly, I have no idea what we are doing anymore, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly tired of this insane game you’ve been playing without even knowing.

“So… you did all of this, because… you…”

“Because I like you, Y/N. But there’s a possibility it’s already way more than just a strong liking,” he admits with a soft chuckle that melts you in an instant.

“Oh god, I could cry again, but not out of fear this time,” you tell him, making him laugh as you scoot closer to him on the mattress. “I feel the same way, Harry,” you softly tell him, your hands finding the base of his neck while his hands have wandered to your waist so now he is pulling you towards him until he ends up in his lap. His face is now so close, and even in the dark, you can see the cheesy smile on his pink lips.

“You’re not saying this just to keep me here because you’re scared to be alone, right?” he asks, clearly joking, earning a wholehearted laugh from you.

“No, but I guess that would be a major benefit of it.”

“I’ll protect you from all the demons and killers under one condition,” he smirks, his face already inching closer, his nose is already touching yours.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“I get to kiss you.”

“Deal.”

You barely say this one little word, his lips are already on yours, kissing you in a way that almost knocks all the air out of your lungs. You press yourself up against him, his arms curling around you, holding you tight as if he is already protecting you from everything that scares you, though you can’t really think about the stupid horror movies now that you’re kissing Harry.

He pulls you down with himself making you lie on your back as he holds himself up above you, his lips parting from your just enough so he can look into your eyes.

“How about I kiss you every time you feel scared?” he prompts, pecking your lips gently as you pull your legs up and his hips settle between your thighs, while your hands dance down his back.

“Alright, I’m in,” you smirk at him and for a moment he just stares back at you, smiling wide, in complete awe that it’s finally happening. Then he cocks his head to the side before speaking up.

“Are you still scared?”

“Very,” you nod. “I’m shaking.”

“Good,” he grins before his lips press onto yours again.

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Hello Darling! I read your posts and OMG, I am so in love with your writing. You portray all characters so well! And I love how Eskel calls his lover DOLL and Lambert goes with BUG. You have no idea how much I LOVE it. I make internal screaming thing everytime I see this. If I have to sum up what I want to say about your writing is just asdfghjkllove and happy pterodactyl noises. ♡♡♡

You have no idea how happy you make me with your posts!

I know you have plenty of requests already but would you mind if I ask for continuation of ficlet where Eskel nearly lost his s/o to bruxa? You literally broke my heart with this one and I still can't cope with my emotional instability after reading this. Could it possibly be something about Eskel regreting his decision and having constant nightmares of losing reader in different ways and not being able to protect her so he cant stop thinking about her safety? If he returns and starts looking for her or not is up to you.

If you decline it, no worries. I'll accept it and understand so no pressure.!

The most important thing in this ask is that you are incredibly amazing and talented writer. I hope you know this.! This is first time in very long time when someone's fanfictions hit me this hard. Like.. Wow. It was amazing experience! Thank you so much for all of this! ♡♡♡

Really. Asdfghjkllove ♡♡♡

A/N: Babe!!!! I've been trying to find a good way to finish this off once and for all, but unfortunately this is only part 2 and there will be a part 3 in the near future..... You are such a sweetheart!!! Thank you so so much!! I really love that you enjoy what I put out here <3

Here is the part that in mentioned above (part 1 to this post)

Warnings: nothing outside of canon, mentions of a previous attack, mentions of a scar from said attack, angst, no comfort yet but then again there may never be who knows

***

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

You turned your head to look in Jaskier’s direction. He was partially hidden behind a large green bush, but you could see that he was looking downwards at something.

“Is everything alright, Jaskier?”

“Hm? Oh, of course! Of course! I only stepped straight into the only pile of animal feces in this entire fucking forest.”

“Watch where you are going next time.” Geralt’s voice caused both of you to turn your heads. The witcher was walking into the clearing.

“How am I supposed to watch the ground and watch where I’m walking at the same time?”

“Learn to walk better.”

Jaskier huffed, then started muttering under his breath as he did his best to wipe the bottom of his boot off in the grass.

“How much more do you need from out here, Y/N?” Geralt turned his attention to you.

Your eyes found Roach. She carried a couple of your bags that contained herbs and other things that you had collected on your journey out with the witcher and the bard.

“I suppose I’ve got enough to last me a while.” You chuckled softly. “Poor Roach won’t be able to carry much more if we continue.”

“So we are going home?” Jaskier perked up, excited at the aspect of leaving the forest.

“Yes, Jaskier.” Geralt confirmed.

As your small group began to make its way out of the forest located behind your home, you found yourself walking alongside Geralt.

“The air is getting dry.” Golden eyes flickered around the woods, constantly on the lookout for any danger. “Winter will be coming soon.”

“You should be making your way to the keep in the next few days.”

“That won’t be happening this year.”

You furrowed your brows, looking over at the White Wolf.

“Why not?”

“If Jaskier and I are stuck at Kaer Morhen for the winter, there will be no one to see to it that you are taken care of.”

“Geralt, I can take care of myself just fine.”

He sighed through his nose. He didn’t want to bring up his concerns, knowing that they led to a topic that made your stomach knot up.

“It’s tradition, Geralt.” You gave him a smile, playfully elbowing him in the arm.

“They would understand.”

Your smile slowly fell from your lips. Your eyes lingered on him. You knew what he was doing, why he didn’t want to leave you alone for the winter.

***

The topic didn’t come up again until all three of you, plus Roach, made it to your home.

While Jaskier took Roach to the barn, you and Geralt went into your cottage.

“You’ve always gone to Kaer Morhen for the winter for as long as I’ve known you.” You turned to face him, tilting your head to the side a little.

He looked down at you, lips pressed together in a line. His brows were furrowed just slightly.

The front door opened and in walked Jaskier.

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” You told Geralt. You swatted a hand in the air and turned to go through one of the bags full of stones.

“He gives me that look all the time.” Jaskier sighed.

“I do not feel comfortable leaving you alone for the entire winter, Y/N. Especially with the year you’ve had.”

Unconsciously, your hand came up to your chin. Your fingertips trailed over the scar that started at the left corner of your lips and went downwards.

“I can handle myself just fine, Geralt.”

“We know you can.” Jaskier took a seat at the table, deciding it was best to take over the conversation for Geralt. “But we also know that being alone for too long…. It isn’t easy for you.”

You looked down at him for a brief moment, placing a gray stone on the table.

“I’ll manage just fine without you both.”

“You seem very adamant on getting rid of us.” Jaskier picked the stone up to examine it closely.

“I just…. I do not want you to treat me special just because of what happened with…. with Eskel.” You slowly sat down, letting out a small sigh. “I’ve had relationships end before. It is nothing new for me.”

“But this one was different, my darling.” Jaskier took your hand. “It wasn’t just a relationship. It was more than that. That man worshipped the very ground you walked on! You could tell him to walk from one side of the Continent to the other barefoot and he would do so without question. He loved you.”

“Loves.” Geralt corrected. “That has not changed.”

You brought your eyes down to a stone in your hand.

“Well, whether it has or hasn’t isn’t important. What is important is that neither of you miss this winter.”

Geralt sighed.

“Ciri is going to be there.” Jaskier rolled a small chunk of quartz around in his palm. “Didn’t I hear Yennefer correctly when we saw her and Ciri a month back, Geralt?”

“I do recall Yenn saying something along those lines.” The witcher nodded. “I’m sure both of them would like to see you.”

Your eyes found the White Wolf. Your brows drew together.

“What are you implying?”

“Y/N, my darling, listen to me very carefully before making any decision.” Jaskier stood from the table. “You’ve settled here, yes, and it’s a very lovely home, my dear, but you and I both know it isn’t safe. Hell, just two nights ago a man down the road was robbed and murdered. So, you can understand why Geralt and I fear leaving you here, love.”

You nodded your head as you crossed your arms.

“I knew you would! So perhaps instead of any of us staying here all bloody winter, why don’t all three of us make the journey together to be with those we love-,”

“Are you suggesting that I go to Kaer Morhen where I will have to spend the entire winter in a keep with…. with Eskel?” Your heart was racing rather fast in your chest from just the thought.

“I-I- Well, I wasn’t- I wasn’t suggesting you have to be friendly with him-,”

“I do not want to go anywhere that I will be a burden, Jaskier.” You cut him off, shaking your head.

“You aren’t a burden, Y/N.” Geralt spoke quietly.

“I’d like to finish organizing my herbs and stones before I begin dinner, boys.” Your words let the two know that you were done with the topic, so they dropped it.

***

A few hours later, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table after dinner. Geralt was in the living room sharpening his swords while Jaskier quietly strummed his lute.

Geralt suddenly stopped dragging the whetstone along the blade of his sword. He lifted his head, brows drawn together as he listened carefully to something.

“What is it?” Jaskier asked him.

Geralt smiled just a little, shaking his head softly before he continued sharpening his sword.

The interaction went unnoticed by you. You were far too caught up reading an alchemy book and taking notes.

A couple of minutes passed before there was a firm knock at the front door. You jumped with the sound. It was unexpected.

Your eyes flickered over to Geralt. He didn’t seem alarmed by the knock.

You went to the front door and pulled it open to reveal Lambert.

“It’s so fucking cold out there, my bollocks are about to freeze off.” He stepped into your home, allowing you to close the door behind him.

“Lambert, what are-,”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. He embraced you in a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.”

“You as well.” You smiled. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at Kaer Morhen?”

“I’m making my way there.” He nodded. Geralt greeted his brother with a firm hug, then Jaskier gave the young wolf a hug as well. “Wasn’t sure if you’d have any company. Anyone to check in on you.”

“We’ve been with her since last winter. Off and on at least.” Jaskier explained.

“I’m sure that’s been a joy.”

“Come on. Have a seat.” You ushered Lambert towards the table. “We just had dinner but there’s plenty still left.”

Lambert settled down at one end of the table. You sat to his right, making sure he had plenty of ale in his tankard and that he was content with the soup and bread you had given him.

Jaskier returned to his place by the fire where he continued to strum his lute. Geralt went back to tending to his swords.

“How’ve you been?” Lambert asked, his voice quiet.

You met his yellow eyed gaze, biting the inside of your cheek.

Though Lambert had a tendency to be an ass and was rather prickly on the outside, you were quite fond of him. He was the first wolf you bonded with when Eskel introduced you to his family. He was like a brother to you.

You turned your head for a moment to glance over at the White Wolf and the bard.

“I am getting by. They’ve made things easier, in some senses. But in others, sometimes I think they make it more difficult.”

“Should’ve taken my offer.” He shook his head, though you knew he was teasing you. He was talking about his offer for you to travel the path with him until you felt you could manage on your own.

Truth be told, you knew you could get by on your own. You just didn’t want to. You couldn’t bear the thought of being alone.

“Perhaps.” You laughed softly, looking down at his witcher pendant. Your eyes lingered there for a few moments before you looked back up at the wolf. “They won’t…. They won’t mention him. I think they're afraid to. Have you heard from him?”

Lambert put his spoon down and sat back in his seat. He shook his head gently.

“No, but Vesemir sent a raven around the beginning of the summer. Said he had heard back from him around the middle of the summer."

You nodded gently. Lambert watched you, the way that you scratched the nail of your thumb over a deep knick in the wooden table top. He could see your hands shaking, trembling, ever so slightly.

“He’s safe. Spent a lot of his time in Kovir, from what Vesemir said.”

You let out a shaky breath, your lips parting.

Lambert could hear the way your heart started to beat harder. It wasn’t frantic and fearful. There was something else to it.

“What?” He tilted his head to the side just a little.

You shook your head, lips pressed together in a firm line as you forced yourself to keep your tears at bay.

“It’s-It’s nothing. Just… It’s just that we, um…. We spent our fifth summer together in Kovir. It-It was the best time of my life.” You put your elbow up on the table and put your hand over your mouth. “Why was he there, Lambert?”

“Vesemir said he was taking care of the ekimmara problem they have. I’ve heard that there’s been an outbreak of those bastards in Kovir.”

You nodded your head once more, feeling stupid that you had thought maybe he was there because that was where you had shared a very special and romantic time together.

“What’s your plan for the winter?” Lambert asked.

“I’m staying here.” You forced a smile on to your face. “Now that you’re here, perhaps you could talk those two idiots over there into going with you to Kaer Morhen when you leave.”

“They aren’t going?” Lambert furrowed his brow, turning his head to look at his fellow witcher.

“No one will be here to ensure Y/N is okay.” Geralt shook his head.

“And I’ve told you that I will be just fine.”

He said nothing.

“We just don’t want anything to happen to you while we aren’t able to leave the keep.” Jaskier added.

You sighed, shaking your head in disagreement.

“Let me go get a few things that I need you to return to the keep, Lambert.” You stood up from the table and left the room.

All three men watched you leave.

“You don’t think she could handle herself for one winter?” Lambert directed his question to Geralt. “I mean, she’s as tough as they come. She used to fight with the Temerian Army, and she’s a mage too.”

“Herbalist.” Jaskier corrected.

“Same difference.” Lambert shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s not that I don’t believe she’s incapable of taking care of herself, Lambert.” Geralt set his swords aside then leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “Some nights, she wakes up screaming because she has nightmares about Eskel.”

“A few weeks after we left Kaer Morhen, she started a fight inside a tavern with nearly twenty men, wasn’t it, Geralt?” Jaskier looked at the White Wolf. “She was drunk as shit herself.”

“Would’ve gotten herself killed if Jaskier and I hadn’t been there. Now, she has that scar on her chin.”

“If I’m honest, I didn’t think she’d be holding out as good as she is. I mean, she was really in love with him.” Lambert admitted.

“She keeps herself busy so that she doesn’t have to acknowledge her pain.” Jaskier murmured. “When we leave for Geralt’s contracts, we return and she’s…. She’s practically a shell of the Y/N we know. Takes a few days for her to get back to the woman you see but…. She’s done a damn good job at hiding her heartbreak.”

Silence fell around the room as you returned with a few items in your hands.

“I think I had a little bit of everyone’s things in my own. A pair of your gloves, a few of Vesemir’s books.” You placed the items down on the table. “The sweater is Lil Bleater’s. The…. The tunic is Eskel’s. And so are the trousers.”

“Why don’t you come with us to Kaer Morhen?” Lambert suggested, lifting his tankard of ale to his mouth.

You looked up to the young wolf, then your eyes flickered over to Jaskier, then to Geralt. Jaskier pretended not to pay attention as he continued to strum his lute and hum a song, but Geralt met your gaze.

“You know why, Lambert.” You sat down in your seat slowly.

“Y/N, you’re still one of us. You’ve been one of us for a long time. You can’t just dip out now.”

“I-I don’t know if I can stand being there.” You picked at a string hanging from Eskel’s trousers. “There’s so many memories…. Too many.”

Lambert was quiet. He understood your pain.

He finished off his ale and allowed you to have a few minutes before he tried one last time. But to his surprise, you started talking first.

“Where…. Where would I even stay?” Your voice was timid and hesitant. When you went to the keep previously, you’d alway stay with Eskel, but now that wasn’t an option. “The rooms there…. All the ones that are accessible have been claimed. And if Yen and Ciri are going like Geralt said, then Ciri will need her room. I-I couldn’t use hers.”

“I’m sure Ciri wouldn’t mind you bunking with her. But if need be, you can bunk with me for the winter.” Lambert shrugged his shoulders. “We’ll start working on cleaning up a room for you so you’ll have one for next winter. Easy fix.”

Your eyes fell to the string on Eskel’s trousers.

Lambert leaned in to you.

“I know how it feels, Y/N.” He whispered to you. Your gaze flickered up to meet his. “You don’t need to be alone for the winter.”

You fought back the tears that stung your eyes. A little smile tugged at your lips.

“You know, I love it when you get all soft and sweet.”

He leaned back in his chair and swatted a hand at you.

“Asshole.”

***

The next day, you found yourself leaving for Kaer Morhen and within a week, your group had made it to the witcher’s keep hidden in the Blue Mountains.

As you placed your horse in the stables, your eyes flickered over the other stalls. Vesemir’s stallion, Birch, was in his stall, but he seemed to be the only horse present.

You could’ve breathed a sigh of relief. Eskel had yet to arrive. But that also worried you. He was always one of the first ones to the keep. He liked to help Vesemir get things in order for the winter. Was something keeping him from reaching Kaer Morhen?

“Y/N?” Jaskier called for you.

You looked in his direction to see that he, Geralt, and Lambert were on their way to the main doors of the keep.

“Are you coming, darling?”

***

A sour stench filled the air of the main hall.

“What’s the fucking smell?” Lambert’s nose curled up.

“I think I might be sick.” Jaskier brought his hand up to his mouth.

You placed your hand over your stomach as your insides churned with the odor.

“Vesemir, you old bastard! Are you trying to poison us?” Lambert’s voice echoed through the hall as Vesemir entered from across the room.

“Just airing out a werewolf carcass.”

“Next time, maybe do it outside.”

Vesemir’s eyes found you, and his face instantly lit up.

“Y/N! My dear! Is that you?”

You placed your bag down so that you could properly hug the elder witcher.

“It’s good to see you, Vesemir.”

“My gods! How I’ve missed that smile.” He squeezed you impossibly tight, then pulled away to hold you at arm’s distance. His eyes lingered on your face, more specifically on your chin. “What happened?”

“She decided to get into it with an entire tavern of drunks just outside of Ard Carraigh.” Jaskier explained.

“She was among those drunks.” Geralt added. You glanced over to him, hoping he wouldn’t continue any more. That night you had started the fight was definitely one of your low moments following your separation from Eskel.

“I am fine, Vesemir.” You smiled at him. “How have you been?”

He let out a breath, moving to sit down at one of the many tables.

“It has been a troubling year, but I know it’s been that way for many.”

“What troubles you?” Geralt joined him at the table.

As you moved to get everyone drinks, you could hear Vesemir’s hushed reply.

“Your brother, I’m afraid.”

“Is he okay?” Lambert asked almost instantly.

You soon fell out of hearing range, but the moment you returned, the topic of Eskel’s wellbeing was dropped.

“Is Eskel alright?” You looked to Vesemir as you poured him a tankard of mead.

“He is. He struggles living with his choices, but don’t we all?”

Your chest tightened, a familiar ache churning in your gut.

“It was his decision.” Lambert muttered. “Stupid bastard.”

“He made it for good reason.” Geralt defended Eskel.

“Are you saying he’s better off without Y/N?”

“No, of course not.”

“Perhaps we should not discuss the matter any further.” Vesemir suggested.

You were thankful for him stepping in.

***

After a few hours of chatting and catching up, you found yourself exhausted. It was well past midnight, and Yennefer and Ciri had long since gone to bed, so you decided that you’d just spend the night with Lambert and then tomorrow you’d talk to Ciri about bunking with her.

As Vesemir watched you leave the room, he gripped his tankard with one hand.

“How long have you boys been with her?”

“Since she left Kaer Morhen.” Jaskier replied.

“How’s she been?”

Jaskier and Geralt shared a look. Jaskier looked down at his drink, thumbing the wood.

“She has gotten better, though time seems to be the only thing that heals wounds like these.” Geralt said.

“Time doesn’t heal them, though.” Jaskier shook his head softly. “More like she’s had enough time for the wounds to scar over. She’s in pain, but she tries to hide it.”

“In pain?” Lambert repeated, furrowing his brows.

“You know how much she loved him, how much she doted on him. She’d do anything for Eskel, and the same could be said for him.” Jaskier looked across the table to the young wolf. “When she lost him…. She lost a part of herself. I’ve never seen her so…. distraught.”

“In the beginning, she’d wake up screaming for him.” Geralt’s brow was furrowed. Goosebumps formed on his arms as he recalled the heartbroken and pained sound of your voice. “She’d be so worked up, she was nearly sick sometimes.”

“Sometimes I wonder if Eskel made the right decision.” Vesemir hummed, tapping his fingers against the worn wood of the table.

Almost as if on cue, the doors to the keep opened. A cold breeze blew in.

Eskel stepped in and closed the doors behind himself.

Geralt was the first to greet the wolf, moving to embrace his brother in a firm hug.

“Wolf. I haven’t heard from you.”

“It’s been a hell of a year.” Eskel patted Geralt’s back, eyes closing just momentarily as he savored the warm embrace of his brother.

“We’ve missed you.”

Eskel pulled away, eyes lingering on Geralt’s as he nodded softly.

“You’re late.” Vesemir said as he took his turn hugging Eskel.

“Got caught up on a forktail contract.”

Eskel caught a whiff of a familiar scent as he was hugging Vesemir. It was cinnamon, but not just any cinnamon. It was the perfume you wore, the same perfume he had bought you a few years back in Vengerberg that you fell in love with.

Eskel stiffened up and pulled away, brows drawing together.

“Who else is here?”

“Yennefer and Cirilla. They arrived the day before yesterday.”

“Did they come in on the sorrel mare?”

“No, no…. Yennefer teleported here.” Vesemir knew very well that Eskel had caught on to you being here. The eldest witcher looked to Geralt.

“That is Y/N’s mare.” The White Wolf answered.

Eskel nodded his head softly. He hadn't expected you to be here, but then again, you had a right to be at the keep. It was like a home to you.

“She’s here with us for the winter.” Jaskier shifted in his spot. “Didn’t want to leave her all by herself for so long.”

Eskel had many questions, but he didn’t have it in him to ask a single one. He wasn't sure that he could bear the answers.

“It’s been a long journey. I think it’s best that I head to bed.”

“So soon?” Lambert threw his hands into the air. “You just got here.”

Eskel offered no further explanation to his fellow witcher. Everyone watched as he left the room, the door closing quietly behind himself.

“That isn’t Eskel.” Geralt turned his head to Vesemir.

“I’ve never seen him so…. unlively.” Jaskier frowned.

“He seemed to be doing well in the letters he sent.” Vesemir rubbed the back of his head. “Perhaps Y/N being here is just a shock for him.”

***

You cursed as you stubbed the toe of your boot on a misplaced stone.

All you wanted to do was find the cursed staircase so that you could ask Lambert if he had any spare blankets in his room. It was far too cold to just have one blanket between you both. So you decided that you would traverse the dark halls by yourself.

This, of course, was no easy feat. For whatever reason, the torches weren’t lit which made the halls literally pitch black. You would’ve had better luck seeing underwater than in the desolate halls of the keep- even though you knew them like the back of your hand. You knew how dangerous they could be, and you had no intentions of hurting yourself. But you couldn't sleep in such cold temperatures.

Your fingertips trailed along the stone wall, feeling for any sign that you were near the staircase. You reached your other hand out to feel ahead of you. That hand came into contact with a stone wall.

You had reached a dead end.

“Fuck!” You cursed, stomping your foot in frustration. When did you turn down one of the dead ends?

There was movement behind you, the sound of nearly silent steps almost out of hearing distance. You could distinguish the footsteps from the sound of the scurrying rats.

You spun around, eyes wide in an attempt to see anything in the darkness.

“Who goes there?”

There were a few moments of silence that had your heart racing.

“It’s me.” Eskel’s voice came from the void in front of you.

Your lips parted as you took in a sharp breath. Your hand against the wall was suddenly there to support you, to make sure that you were steady on your feet.

With a simple wave of his hand and a sign of his fingers, a few of the torches along the walls lit up, providing you with a dim light.

Eskel stood at the edge of the light.

You closed your eyes tightly, tilting your head down so that in the case that you did open your eyes, you wouldn’t see him.

“Where are you trying to go?” He asked. His voice was deep and gravely, just like you remembered. But of course it was. It had only been a little less than a year. How much could have changed in that time?

“I-I just…. I just have to see Lambert.” Your words were weak. Your voice barely worked properly. It was difficult to take in any air when your heart was beating so hard and so fast.

“He’s still downstairs with Vesemir and Geralt. What do you need him for? I could go get him for you.”

“No, no. It’s okay.” You shook your head. “I-I should…. I need to go to bed.”

Eskel nodded softly, stepping aside to let you by.

As you grew closer, he caught sight of the scar that cut across your chin.

“What happened?” His brow furrowed and his hand came up to grasp your arm.

“It’s nothing.” You tried to turn your head away from him but he wouldn’t let you.

He needed to see the scar. He didn’t remember that marking. Who had tried to harm you? Who had cut so deeply into your flesh that it would leave such a jagged and angry scar like that?

His touch was soft as he placed two fingers on your cheek and turned your head to face him. His fingertips, though rough and worn from years of use, were so gentle as he touched you. You remembered his gentleness. You had spent many nights craving just the simplest touch from him.

“What happened to you?”

You pulled his hand away from your face, unable to meet his gaze.

“That isn’t your concern anymore.” Your voice was quiet.

“I-,” Eskel stopped himself, pausing to think about his next few words carefully. “It was just a question.”

You slipped past him, disappearing down the hall.

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself.

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win.

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!”

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them.

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points.

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders.

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed.

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough.

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once.

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed.

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation.

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out.

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history.

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test.

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test.

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them.

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain.

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike.

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match.

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump.

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down.

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did.

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly.

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them.

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly.

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home.

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out.

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot.

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!”

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually.

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp.

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders.

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations.

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all.

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better.

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you.

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest.

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears.

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.”

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient.

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back.

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang.

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway.

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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